Justin Harper Dominique Jack Ewing Barbara & Bryan Safi Jillian Renfro Kate Williams and Janice Kelly
Jesse Murray and Justin Stiles
Kristin Cashmere Chad Cox Karin Schill and Andy Smithers
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 Dallas Memorial Hospital: Mandy's Room
“What are you doing here?” he repeated. “Me? What are you doing here?” The older woman spoke up. “Who are you?” “I'm J.R. Ewing. Who the hell are you?” The woman looked surprised. “J.R.?” “Yes, who else?” The older woman turned to Mandy and looked at her before turning back to J.R. Jillian Renfro took Mandy's hand and held it, then she looked at J.R. “Mr. Ewing, you know my Mother? How?” “What? Your mother? What the hell…” J.R. was baffled. The older woman signaled for Jillian to stop. “My name is Kate Williams. I'm a friend of Mandy's.” J.R. ignored her and walked to Jill. “Is Mandy your mother?” Jillian looked annoyed. “Yes she is. Now how do you know Mandy?” “Mandy and I are old friends…but she never told me about a daughter.” Kate spoke up. “Mr. Ewing, that's what Mandy's secret was. She came back to Dallas because she still carried a torch for you.” “Why didn't she tell me about her daughter?” Jillian turned to Kate. “And why didn't she tell me she was here to see a man?” Kate sighed. “Mr. Ewing, Mandy didn't know if she could totally trust you after all this time…Jillian's father has given Mandy some trouble over the years and he's kind of an unstable man.” “Who is her father? I'll make sure…” “He's a low-life scumbag from Colorado…” Jillian said suddenly. “I hate him and I don't want him back in my life…ever!” Kate put her arms around Jill. “I'm sorry to upset you honey…” J.R. was still baffled. “And how do you two know each other?” “This is my Aunt Kate,” Jillian answered. “She is Mandy's younger sister.” “Is Mandy any better?” Kate answered. “The doctors managed to stabilize her, but they're not sure how long it's going to last.” “Thank God…that she's out of the woods for now. If you ladies don't mind, I'd like to have just a minute alone with Mandy.” Jill wanted to protest, but Kate led her out of the room.
Pamela Rebecca folded her arms and leaned against Dr. Benson's desk as he dialed Southfork. A few seconds after Theresa answered, Christopher was on the phone. "Yeah?" he said. "Mr. Ewing?" "Yes?" "This is Dr. Benson from Dallas Memorial." "What? Is something wrong?" "Yes, I'm afraid so." "Who is it? Has somebody been in an accident?" "No, nothing like that, but there's been a mistake you should know about." "What kind of mistake?" "Back in January, when Megan Eleanor was brought to Dallas Memorial for emergency treatment after the explosion, there was a mistake with her blood test results." Christopher's blood ran cold. What was he getting at? "Go on..." Dr. Benson thought back to that day and thought about what he was about to say:
"Mr. Ewing, Miss Cooper, there is a problem with your blood," said Dr. Benson, flipping over his clipboard to double-check what he was about to confirm. "Megan was not a type O...she's type B," Dr. Benson lied. Pamela Rebecca smiled at him from her position on the desk. "I'm sorry that it's taken so long to discover this error, but Mr. Ewing, you couldn't possibly be Megan's father." There was a silence. "Mr. Ewing, are you there?" The phone clicked. Dr. Benson turned to Rebecca. "I hope you're happy with yourself. You've taken away that man's daughter...his baby." "Well Doctor, in the game of life, you do what you have to do and that's what I'm doing now. But, you can rest, assured that your secret is safe with me. If I need you again, I have your number...and I very well may." Rebecca strode confidently out of the office, glad that the bomb had finally been dropped. Now she had to put the next phase of her plan into action. She stepped out into the cool November air. Her car was parked across the street and she hastily walked across, anticipating her future with John Ross. A car horn sounded and tires screeched. Rebecca turned and to her horror, there was a car heading directly for her.
“What the HELL were you thinking? How long were you going to keep up this damned little trick? Do you have ANY idea how embarrassing that was to me? Do you Afton?” “Cliff, I'm sorry…I didn't mean for it to come out like that.” Cliff threw his hands up in the air. “Yeah…obviously you didn't.” “I did it because I love you.” “Love? That's a sick and twisted love.” Afton was now crying. “I didn't want you to marry Sue Ellen because I still loved you! I didn't think if I just came back, perfectly healed that it would have any effect on you whatsoever! I could not let you marry her…I just couldn't Cliff…I love you now more than I ever did…” Afton couldn't believe what she had just confessed. What is her desire for his money and clout talking...or was it her heart? “Afton…” “I'm sorry…if I could go back and change it, believe me, I would. But I can't. Now, if you can honestly say you don't still have any feelings for me, I'll pack my bags and you'll never see me again. I'll leave Dallas and I'll leave your life. But I want a chance to rekindle the love you and me once had for each other…I think you still feel the same way…” “God Afton. You never make things easy.” “What's it going to be Cliff? I'll do it for you if you want me to. I'm tired of this image I've been trying to project for so long…I'm not a heartless bitch…I was just backed against the wall when I found you and Lucy sleeping together. I didn't know what else to do. Things got out of hand and I hate that it happened.” Cliff kissed her and Afton stopped talking, then she put her arms around him. Seconds later, he broke it off. “Afton, it's okay…I think I see why you did what you did, but that doesn't matter now. I'm just as guilty as you were. Hell, I stuck you in that hospital and I guess I just expected you to stay there, paralyzed, forever. I shouldn't have tried to move on. I promised you I would wait and I broke that promise.” Cliff's guilt was really beginning to get to him. But was that what made him say that? Or did he really love her? “Forget about that…from now on, everything else is in the past. Can we just start over?” “Yeah…that's exactly what I want to do.”
"My God, are you alright?" "I really don't know...my life hasn't yet stopped flashing before my eyes." He extended his hand and helped her up. "Pamela Rebecca?" For the first time, she got a good look at him. "Eric Stone?" "Yeah, it's me. I can't believe this." "What the hell are you doing back in town?" She brushed dirt off her hands. "Last I heard you were paralyzed from the waist down." "I came out of that pretty quick." "Oh. What about the other question? What are you doing back in Dallas?" "I came back to settle an old score..."
“Looks like you win again,” Lucas said. “I don't think I'm much cut out for the ranch life. What do you think?” Without even thinking, Ray lied to Lucas. “Well, you do have my blood in your veins…so I'm sure you could get used to it.” Then, Ray realized what he had said—Lucas wasn't even his son. Lucas' biological father was Bobby. Ray had hoped that someday he'd get up the courage to tell Lucas, because by all means, the boy had a right to know…but the time just never seemed right. Now, things seemed to be going better than they had in a long time. Ray wondered why. “Lucas, I talked to Pam a few days ago.” “Yeah? Why are you telling me? What did she say?” “She said you thought you had seen Jenna…your mother.” Lucas looked startled. “Yeah, well it was late and I was tired. It was dark outside and Halloween night…I think it was probably just my eyes playing tricks on me. I've been missing her a lot lately, you know?” Ray did know. “I know what you mean Son. I've missed your mother so much lately.” “Is that why you broke things off with Donna?” “I didn't break things off with Donna and I haven't given up on her. I love Donna with all my heart…” “What?” “I still love her.” “Oh jeez, I can't believe this. For once I thought you might have a little respect for Mom…I thought you had realized that you didn't even give either of us a chance to get over her death.” “Lucas…” “You know what? I wish that I had seen Mom. I wish she could come back so maybe you would remember how much you loved her. I think you're afraid…afraid to remember Mom. God, sometimes I wish I had a Dad with a little more backbone…like Bobby…or hell, even J.R…” Lucas dug the heels of his boots into the horse and the horse took off, leaving Ray in a cloud of dust. Ray was crushed as he started back to the house.
"You'll find out soon Becky." Rebecca noticed a determined look on her friend's face. "What on earth could you possibly have to talk to my father about?" "Can you trust me on this one? Please?" "Alright. As long as you're telling me soon." Rebecca opened the door and stepped into the warm house. "Mom? Dad?" "In the dining room Honey," came her mother's voice. Pamela Rebecca was surprised to see them both eating together, after the events that unfolded at the wedding. "We have company." Cliff and Afton were both surprised. "We do?" they said in unison. Eric Stone stepped into the dining room. "Hi." "Eric?" Cliff questioned. "What are you doing back in Dallas? I thought you were..." "I recovered. And I'm back in Dallas to see you." Cliff was puzzled. "Look, if you want some kind of deal between StoneHurst and my company, then we can probably arrange that in the office, not here." "It doesn't have anything to do with StoneHurst or the Clifford Group." Cliff stood up. "What is it then?" "No...I suggest you sit down. I have something to tell you." "Out with it then." Eric hesitated. After all this time, Cliff was finally going to know. It seemed so simple now. "I'm your son." The simplicity of the statement was almost comical. Cliff coughed, then took a drink. "What?" "My Mom slept with you and got pregnant and nine months later, bam, there I was." "Marilee?" Eric rolled his eyes. "Yes, of course." Afton finally spoke up. "Wait a minute, give us one good reason why we should believe you?" "Hey, Mom can vouch for me, we can call her up." Eric doubted she actually would...she'd always been adamant about keeping it from Cliff. Cliff remembered that time at Marilee's mansion when they had slept together out by the pool. He knew Eric wasn't lying. "Why don't we just do that," Afton said. She stood up. "No Afton." She turned to Cliff. "What?" "He's telling the truth." "You can't be serious." Pamela Rebecca was smiling. "Oh my God, Eric, you're my brother?" Eric nodded. "Wow...this may sound corny at the moment, but I've always wanted a brother." Eric smiled, then looked at Cliff. "Dad?" Cliff also smiled. After the initial shock, he realized the possibility. A son! He stood up and walked over to Eric, then embraced him. "Why after all these years?" "I haven't always known. When I came to Dallas the first time, it just didn't seem like the right time to tell you." "You could have told me anytime...you should have told me. Look at all the stuff I missed out on...you're already what? Twenty years old?" "Twenty-one. I wish I had known, but I didn't for a long time." "This is so cool," Rebecca exclaimed. "Hey, we have an extra room here, you can stay here with us..." "I wouldn't wanna impose. I don't think your mother is too happy to see me." Eric looked at Afton, who smiled dryly. No, she didn't like this at all, but she couldn't let Cliff know she didn't. "Eric, don't be silly. I'd absolutely love for you to stay here with us." Cliff was still smiling. "Well, will you...Son?" Eric hugged his father and then his sister. "Yeah...at least for a while." Rebecca glanced at her mother. "Mom, you might as well get the turkey ready because next Thursday is Thanksgiving and now we have a lot to be thankful for." She was thinking about her new brother when she said that, but of course she was thankful that now, John Ross would be hers.
Christopher looked at Karen, then turned away. She walked to him and put her arms around him. "I just got a call." "From who? Is Megan alright?" "That's not really any of my concern anymore...there was a mistake with the blood tests back in January. Megan's not my daughter, she's John Ross'. "What?" "Dr. Benson just called. He discovered a mistake with the tests, which means that Megan isn't mine." "Oh Christopher." Karen did her best to comfort him, but she knew exactly how it felt to lose a baby. After all, she had given her own child up for adoption years ago.
Cally couldn't believe how much her son could dilly-dally! It was Justin's first day in his new school, and she thought she might be more nervous than he was. She couldn't help but wonder how Justin was handling everything. First finding out that J.R. is his father, then having to move to a new school……what was he thinking? From all appearances, he seemed to be fine, even excited to start his new school. Justin came barreling out into the room that served as both living and dining room. “All right, let's go.” “Are you all set?” “Yes, mom, c'mon!!” Now he was nagging in that high pitched whine. Cally knew that was a sign everything was fine. “All right, go out into the car. I just need to grab my purse.” Justin followed his mother's instructions, and bolted out the door. Cally turned her attention to the kitchen counter. Where did she put her purse? She just had it…. She did a quick survey of the room. It wasn't on any of the chairs, or the couch, or on the table. She jogged quickly down the hall, and saw that it wasn't on her bed. She hated when she misplaced something. It was one of her pet peeves—made her feel like she was losing her mind or too forgetful. She glanced at the clock on the microwave and saw how late it was getting. She did not want Justin to be late on his first day. Taking her car keys out of her pocket, Cally sighed. “Oh well,” she said, resolving to find her purse when she got home. She'd have to drive this once without her license. As she left to go outside and locked the door behind her, Cally had no idea that she was being watched by the many tiny cameras that Dominique had hidden about the room. In her hotel room, Dominique sipped her coffee and watched J.R.'s ex-wife run around searching for her purse. The foolish girl forgot that she hung it in the closet with her coat after coming back from the wedding yesterday. Dominique knew that time was off the essence, so she quickly put down her coffee, grabbed her keys, and headed out the door. A minute later, Dominique thought it ironic that Cally drove by with J.R.'s son just as she was making a turn onto Cally's street. She had no idea what Dominique was about to do. Dominique smiled and hoped that the forgetfulness of that country girl continued. It would make HER job so much easier.
Afton was on cloud nine after narrowly escaping her embarrassing situation from the day before. Even Eric seemed like a distant memory. She hummed and then went into the nursery to check on Megan. “Hey there Sweetie.” “Gra-ma,” Megan exclaimed. She toddled over to Afton and Afton stretched out her arms and picked her up. “Oooh, it's good to be able to do that. Are you hungry?” Megan nodded her head excitedly. “Okay, well, why don't you sit back down and work some more on that nice big block castle, while Grandma fixes you breakfast?” Megan smiled and Afton carefully put her back down on the floor. She glanced out the window and saw Cally's car leaving the guesthouse. Afton still wasn't wild about the idea of Cally living there, but she really didn't know her that well. The doorbell rang and Afton wished for a maid, but she walked into the entry foyer and swung open the door. “What the hell are you doing back here? I told you to get lost.” “Aww Baby, are you not happy to see me?” Harrison Van Buren strolled into the house and took a seat on the couch. “Look…” “Did I catch you at a good time? Is Cliffy here so I can tell him what a schemer his wife is? Oh…how dumb of me. You're up and about, so he must be gone.” Afton smiled victoriously. “You don't have anything on me anymore. Cliff already knows about my plot.” “You're lying and it's not going to work.” “I'm not lying. You're welcome to call up Cliff, but he's not going to be happy to hear from you…especially after you swindled him out of that money a few years ago.” “I'm not worried about Cliff.” Harrison thought back to his fiancée and the wedding and honeymoon he had promised her. “In the slight chance that you are telling the truth, don't think there's not plenty more that I can do to cause trouble for you. All I want is a little money.” “You don't have anything on me.” Harrison smiled and there was an evil glint in his eye. “You think I don't? Try me.” “Get out…get the hell out!” “I'll give you a week. I'll take $10,000. That's pocket change to your little boyfriend. After the week is up, if you haven't sent me the money, then I'll let Cliff in on a little secret.” Harrison showed himself to the door and Afton was alone, wondering if perhaps he really did know...
“Are you a little more calm now?” It was Sue Ellen; she was at the door. “Hi,” he muttered. Great. This was not the conversation that he wanted to be having. “I'm a little bit more sane too. Now do you want to talk about what you were so upset about?” “Do we really need too? I would think its pretty self explanatory.” “You really think that the only reason I'm involved with you is to get your 7.5% of Ewing Oil?” Sue Ellen posed the question as if Jack was a fool to even think such a thing. It was a tad condescending. “Don't speak down to me,” Jack spoke up, defensively. “God, Jack, will you stop it!? Just tell me what's wrong.” “I've told you already.” “There has to be something else though. You can't seriously want to call this off over a stupid thing like Ewing Oil.” Sue Ellen's tone was frustrated and matter-of-fact. “It doesn't seem that stupid to you, Sue Ellen. In fact, it seems to occupy quite a lot of your time.” She threw up her hands in disgust. “You've got to be kidding me! I hadn't even THOUGHT about taking Ewing Oil away from J.R. until Christopher---of his own will, mind you---came to me and gave me that 2%. Now you're telling me I'm obsessed with my ex-husband because of that. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds.” “I can't be second fiddle to anyone, especially J.R. I need to know I'm the number one priority.” “You are! How can I prove it to you? I'm not going to give up getting Ewing Oil. That son of a bitch deserves to get whacked where it hurts, and I promised myself that I'd be the one to throw the punch. This is the way to do that. This is something that I need to do, for myself. But it has nothing to do with my feelings for you Jack! I'm insulted that you thought the only reason I'd be with you is to get your seven and a half percent of the company.” Sue Ellen got up, entirely frustrated. “In fact, that doesn't say a lot about what you think of me. Perhaps I should be the one questioning why we're together? You lonely? Horny? Feeling like you need a woman now that the viper ex-wife of yours left you and you're getting older?” “Watch it,” Jack warned her. Sue Ellen stopped dead in her tracks and looked right at Jack. “I could say the same thing to you.” With that, she stormed off, too frustrated to deal with the situation any longer. The slamming of the door reverberated in Jack's head. Perhaps he had spoken too soon. Was it just his insecurities talking? It really didn't say much for Sue Ellen to think that she solely became intimate with him to get his percentage of Ewing Oil. He only had 7.5%! That's not a lot of the company, after all. Still, he was scared. After Abby, he didn't want to take anymore risks of being hurt…. Especially by a businesswoman. Business seemed to take control of Abby in a way that scared him. Could it be the same situation with Sue Ellen? Then, like a bolt of lightning, it struck Jack: the perfect solution. If it was indeed true that Sue Ellen was only involved with him to get his percentage of Ewing Oil, why not test her and sell it to her? Then, if she left him afterwards, he would see her true colors. What motivation but genuine affection could keep her with Jack after she had his 7.5%? It wasn't as if he would not profit, either. That percentage would net him a pretty penny, and he also still had 5% of the Clifford Group. Yes, he nodded to himself, that's what he would do. He picked up the phone and began to dial his lawyer.
“I think you've just about drained my bank account,” Bobby said. “Bobby Ewing, you know that's not true…I just bought that dress…” “And that necklace and the chocolates and that hat.” “They weren't that much.” Pam was quiet for a moment. “What is it?” “I was just thinking that we really haven't gotten the answers we're looking for. Rex hasn't called us back.” “We'll get in touch with him over the phone.” Pam noticed Bobby looking behind her. “What?” “It's him again. I'm about to find out what this creep wants.” Before Pam could protest, Bobby was approaching the man that had been following them. “What the hell do you think you're doing?” The man looked startled. He spoke English. “Excuse me?” “Look, I know you've been following my wife and I for the past day. Who are you working for?” “I assure you, I'm working for no one and for you to accuse me of following you is ludicrous.” The man pulled away from Bobby and turned and left. Pam walked to Bobby. “What did he say?” “He says he wasn't following us, but I don't believe him for a second. And I believe our Rex is behind this. Come on…” “Where are we going?” “To pay Rex a visit.”
Without even paying attention, Cally breezed right past the dining room table to go into the small kitchen, where she plopped the groceries down. Heading back into the living room, she was planning on listening to any messages on the answering machine when she froze in her tracks. It was her purse, in the center of the dining room table. It was zipped shut, except her license was lying face up on the table, right in front of her purse. Chilled, Cally immediately ran over and checked the contents of the purse. Everything was there. Had she been robbed? She ran around the house, but everything was exactly as she had left it. All the doors and windows were locked. She went back out to the dining room. What was going on? She had looked all over for that purse this morning, and here it was in plain sight. Shaken, Cally went back into the kitchen, just a little bit concerned that something was very wrong with her.
“I have begun.” “Wanna elaborate, honey?” “Your wife was looking for her purse this morning, all over her home. She could not find it anywhere.” Dominique's French accent was thick. “After she left to drop your son off at his school, I went inside and I found her purse and placed it on the table. She will come home and see that it is there, and will be very confused.” “Speed it up a little.” “These things take time, J.R.” She gave a seductive smile. “Time is something I don't have. I want Justin with me now.” “It is very difficult, making someone think they are losing their mind. It will take time. Trust me on this. I have done this before.” “Based on your price, I'd guess you have.” “I offer more services J.R….” Dominique was playing now. Flirting with J.R. After all, what could it hurt? He needed her. She was lonely. She started to stroke his shoulder area, but he brushed her away. “Maybe later honey. I'm late for a meeting.” He got up in a huff, and started to walk away from the bench. Quickly he turned around. “Just make sure you do your job. I want Cally to think she's lost her mind by the time your done with her.” “Why are you doing this?” Dominique asked. “It is so cruel for a woman you used to love.” “Used to love. Good term.” He continued, without skipping a beat. “I'm getting my boy, that's what I'm doing. With that he walked away from Dominique.
Barbara Safi was her best friend from high school. She had flown in this morning with her husband Bryan, and Cliff had informed her that Bryan and Barbara would be relocating to Dallas temporarily in order for Bryan to work with Cliff on a drilling project. She didn't press Cliff for details---she was too thrilled to see her old friend. “I'm glad to see you. God, Dallas is such an exciting town!” Barbara was equally as enthusiastic to see her old friend. “Not really. It's kind of boring here,” Afton muttered nonchalantly. “Based on what you've told me has happened over the last year, I wouldn't say that.” Afton had spent the morning filling Barbara in on the events of the past year---it had been THAT long since they've talked. Now they were across from Southfork, sitting in a shady region while Bryan and Cliff discussed business. Apparently, Cliff was going to be drilling across from Southfork. Afton thought it unusual, but didn't really care. It would be nice to see the Ewings' reaction to such an event. As Cliff said, he owned the land lock, stock and barrel, and was in the process of getting the necessary drilling permits. Until then, he and Bryan were doing some preliminary work. Barbara and Afton continued to chat, but soon heard the sound of a car approach. It had crossed the street, having come from the gate of Southfork. Afton could see that Miss Ellie, and Ray Krebbs, J.R.'s brother, were inside. “What's going on here?” Miss Ellie demanded as she stepped out of the passenger side door. Cliff obviously didn't see her, so she made a direct beeline for Cliff, bypassing Afton and Barbara without even acknowledging them. Ray trotted behind her to catch up. Cliff turned around just as Ellie was approaching him. “Hi Miss Ellie,” he said joyfully. “Cliff, what's going on here?” She said, more curious than anything else. “I'm just doing some surveying work.” “I'm sorry…I must be a little confused. Why?” There seemed to be a bit of agitation in Ellie's voice. She smelled something funny. Ray stood silently behind her. “I own this land. J.R. didn't tell you?” Cliff asked innocently. “He certainly did not.” Ellie responded quickly. “Barnes, what are you up too?” Ray was getting impatient. “Cliff, we can do this later if there is a problem….” Bryan interjected. He had been a silent observer up to this point. Afton and Barbara were observing from the sidelines. “Uh-Oh,” Afton muttered to her friend, “things are going to get good now.” “Well, you're going to find out sooner or later. I'm drilling this land for oil.” “WHAT?” Ellie asked loudly. “It's oil rich. I bought it. It's a great profit maker.” “What the hell do you want?” Ray interjected. His face was red with anger. The last thing he needed was Cliff Barnes causing trouble at Southfork. “Cliff, why are you doing this?” “It's good business, Miss Ellie. It's that simple.” Miss Ellie looked directly into his eyes. “Please. Don't.” She was pleading. It got to Cliff. Almost. But looking at Miss Ellie, all he could think about was her son---J.R., to be exact. He had to do this. It would destroy J.R. “This is private property, Barnes. You can't drill here.” “Well, considering I own it, there's a lot I can do.” Cliff responded back. Bryan moved over to Barbara and Afton, who was trying to conceal a smile. “You have a permit?” Ray demanded. “It's being processed right now,” Cliff bounced back. “I'm sorry, but there's nothing you can do.” Once again, Miss Ellie looked directly at him, almost as if she was pleading with her eyes. “Cliff, why are you doing this? I thought our families have made their peace.” “It has nothing to do with the Barnes' and the Ewings'.” “Then why do this? You don't need the money.” Ellie said. “It's about J.R., Miss Ellie.” Ray spoke. “It's always about J.R. with him.” “Who are you to defend his merits?” Cliff retaliated. He was tempted to bring up J.R.'s role in Donna's breakup with Ray, but decided to remain silent for Miss Ellie's sake. He didn't want to hurt her, but there was a price to pay for everything. And the satisfaction of seeing J.R.'s face when he started pumping oil was well worth it. “He's family. He wouldn't do this,” Ray said in J.R.'s defense. “Really?” Cliff turned his attention to Miss Ellie. “Then I guess you didn't know that he was planning on buying this land if I didn't, and was going to milk it dry himself. What would you think of that?” Immediately he felt bad for saying it to her. It was almost as if it was lost on Miss Ellie. “Cliff, please. Think of Pam, and Christopher. Even Sue Ellen. They wouldn't want you to do this.” Afton couldn't wait to see how he responded to that one. “I have to do this, Miss Ellie, I'm sorry. It won't effect Southfork in anyway, I promise.” “But it will. This land isn't meant to be drilled. It's too precious.” Ellie sighed. “I don't know what I can say to you.” Cliff felt bad, he genuinely did. But he couldn't let J.R. escape—not when he had something that would tear him apart, every day. It was too valuable an opportunity to pass up. “I can't fight you, Cliff.” Ellie said. “All I can ask you—as a friend—is to not do this. Please, for me.” Cliff's silence indicated that he wasn't going to change his mind. “Digger would be so disappointed,” Ellie shook her head as she walked back toward the car. “Come on, Ray.” Ray walked right over to Cliff and threatened him. “She may not do anything but I sure as hell will. You're not going to get away with this.” His eyes were full of rage. Ray stormed over to the car, where Ellie was already waiting. As they drove away, Afton walked over to Cliff and rubbed his back. He had stood his ground, and Afton was glad. It would show the Ewings once and for all that they couldn't run everything. “You did the right thing. You stood you're ground.” She said reassuringly. Cliff doubted whether it was the right thing to do. What would Pam think? She was his only family, next to Pamela Rebecca. What would Digger think? “Think of J.R.” That's all Afton needed to say.
“It was pretty cool,” Justin said, sipping on a soda. “It's a lot of work. A lot more than Arkansas.” “Anything cool?” “No. Math. Math stinks!” “Yeah, well, I feel the same way,” John Ross smiled. Justin was pretty cool. He was glad he got to pick him up from school. He really wanted to get to know his little brother. Hopefully save him from a fate that was worse than death sometimes----being J.R. Ewing's son. The two talked for over an hour, munching on hamburgers. Justin really made John Ross laugh. He had such energy about him. An enthusiasm and acceptance for everything. It made John Ross feel better about life in general. “Well, what do you know? My two boys eating lunch together.” It was J.R. He had just walked in. “Actually it's more like an early dinner,” John Ross coldly muttered. It was not lost on J.R. He decided to ignore it. Turning to Justin, he said, “So how was the first day? I just talked to your mama and she told me that you were with John Ross.” “It was OK. School's kinda boring…..so when can I come out and ride the horses?” Justin really cut to the chase. J.R. laughed. “This weekend. We'll go and ride together.” “Cool! Thanks Dad.” There was an awkward silence for a second after Justin said this. John Ross was wondering how his father was going to react. J.R. was still taken aback every time he heard this. He smiled though, and it was obvious it was genuine. It felt damn good to J.R. to be called Dad again. At least he had one son who seemed to appreciate him.
Donna's stomach sank. What could Ray want? Quickly she thought of Margaret, or Miss Ellie. Something could be wrong with the family. She picked up the phone in one fell swoop. “Ray, what's wrong?” She asked, frantically. “Nothing. Well, nothing that can't be fixed, I guess. You sound upset---is everything OK?” A load was lifted off Donna's shoulders. Now she was curious as to the reason why Ray was calling. “What do you need?” It was a little harsh and forward. “Your help. It's more for Miss Ellie than anyone else.” “Is she OK?” Donna wasn't aware of any problems with Miss Ellie. She seemed happy enough at Lucy's wedding. “It's Cliff. He's bought that land right across from Southfork---you know the one that was for sale?” “I wasn't even aware it was up for sale,” Donna interjected. “Well, it was and he bought it. Apparently it's got a lot of oil down there because he's made the motions to start drilling.” Ray said this matter-of-factly. It was nice to be able to talk to Donna about something ELSE other than their problems. “But that's RIGHT across from Southfork. That would cause so much hassle….traffic, noise. Miss Ellie loves that land.” “I know. Cliff's going to drill it, though, and it's obvious that its just to get at J.R. And apparently, Cliff beat J.R. out for that land. He was going to buy it himself.” “That's not surprising. He'd drill it too.” “Donna,” Ray asked sincerely, “Can you talk to Cliff? Try to get him to stop. You're the only one I think he'd listen too, next to Pam, but she's in Paris right now.” “Oh you bet I'll talk to him,” Donna stated. She couldn't believe Cliff would do this. Why start another stupid feud between the Barnes and the Ewings, over something this stupid? It was like he was obsessed with getting J.R. Ray was silent for a moment. “Thank you,” he quietly said. “I'll let you go. I know you're swamped with work.” It hit Donna how long it had been since they had really spoken. She had cooled off a lot since his whole affair blew up in her face. She was angry, yes. But not as infuriated as she had been. There was something in Ray's voice that made her miss him so much. “You're welcome, cowboy.” Had she just said that? On the other end of the line, Ray smiled. He wasn't going to push anything. It was time he started rectifying his mistakes, and he knew Donna. She didn't like to be pushed to do anything. “Thanks, Donna. Take care.” He hung up the phone. Donna chastised herself once again for missing him.
Janice looked up from her typing to see Todd standing above her. She smiled. “Can I help you?” "Help me figure out what the hell I'm doing here," Todd wanted to say. He couldn't believe how smitten he was. He had just met Janice at Lucy's wedding---he hardly knew her. But what the hell, he had nothing to lose. “Is Lucy in?” “She's on her honeymoon,” Janice laughed. “You were at her wedding, remember?” “Oh.” For once, he was at a loss for words. Trying to cover his tracks, he held up a file folder and waved it around. “Well, can I leave this for her? It's a deal that I want to go in on with Ewing Oil.” “Would you like to talk to J.R.?” Janice asked professionally. “Are you kidding? I'd rather have Chinese Water Torture while getting my teeth pulled.” His tone was sarcastic. Janice smiled. It made Todd feel a lot better. Janice reached out for the file, which Todd gave up quickly. “I'll see that she gets it as soon as she gets back.” “Great. Thanks.” “You're welcome.” There was an awkward silence for a moment. Todd didn't know what to say. Normally he was not at a loss for words in such situations, but most of the time, he really didn't have a genuine interest in the person. “Want to have a cigarette?” It was all he could think to say. “My mother is right down the hall. She'd murder me if she found out I smoked.” “Well, can I get a rain check on that then?” Urgh! That was so unsmooth! Todd smacked himself mentally. “I'd like that. A lot.” Janice's smile was warm. “Oh….great!” Todd had to admit that he was taken aback. Maybe this behavior was becoming of him. “Should I give you a call?” “Why don't you call me here. The next couple days are a little crazy for me. I'm moving into my own apartment. Get out from Attila the Hun over there,” Janice threw her hand back in a motion that indicated Phyllis. “Really? You and your mother don't get along? She seems pretty agreeable.” “Try living with her. A whole different story.” “We can compare notes. My house was a totalitarian state.” “You'll have to tell me all about it.” She was smiling as she said everything. “Now I really have to get this done. Sly gave me some work to do for J.R. and I'm scared of his reaction if I don't get this done.” “I understand. I'll give you a call---here.” “Sounds great, Todd. I'll talk to you soon.” Todd said goodbye, and headed towards the elevator. He felt like he was in high school. As the elevator doors closed on him, he rolled his eyes and quietly muttered to himself. “God, this is so cheesy.”
Cliff's thoughts were interrupted Jackie buzzing his office. “Yes?” He asked. “Cliff, Donna Dowling is here to see you.” “Send her in.” A moment later, Jackie led Donna into the office, and offered her some coffee. Donna politely declined, so Jackie shut the door. “Well you're honor, what can I do for you?” Donna did not smile. In fact, she looked angry. She walked over to his desk and sat down. “Cliff, I need to talk to you.” “Everything OK?” Cliff wondered what was up. “I got a call today, from Ray. He told me about what you're doing to the land across from Southfork.” “Oh.” This was not a discussion that Cliff wanted to have. “Is that all you can say? Cliff, how can you do this?” “I don't want to go through this again. I've already explained everything to Miss Ellie.” “Well, enlighten me,” Donna said, crossing her arms and legs and leaning back in her seat. “It's good business. That land has a lot of oil in it. It'll be good for the Clifford Group.” “Oh c'mon, we both know that's not true. You've got more money than almost anyone in this town.” “What do you want me to say?” Cliff asked defensively. “The truth. You're out to get J.R. You know that it'll kill him to see drilling across from Southfork every morning---especially if you're doing it. And especially—“ Donna emphasized the last word, “if he had tried to get the land before you did. It'll kill Miss Ellie, though. That's what it will do.” “I'm not drilling on Southfork itself. Besides, she's sold off some of Southfork to be drilled before anyway. Remember when J.R. couldn't finance those Asian Oil wells?” “That's not the point. Cliff, you're starting something here that was rightly put aside years ago. That stupid Barnes-Ewing feud.” “This isn't anything against the Ewings. It's about J.R.” “But you're hurting everyone else! Think of Pam---your niece!” Donna was raising her voice. Cliff didn't want to hurt anyone, he really didn't. But he had to take this opportunity. It was like he was being controlled. He couldn't say no. “I can't Donna. I guess you've just got to pick your own battles.” “I guess you do, Cliff.” Donna nodded a mixture of frustration and disappointment. “Just don't expect me to go along with this. I'm mayor now, and I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you don't drill.” “You can't do that.” “Oh yes I can. I've got a lot of power in this town---I'm mayor after all.” “Only because of me. Don't forget that.” Cliff's tone got serious, almost a little threatening. “You owe me.” “I'll always be grateful to you Cliff, but this is my family were talking about. Your family too Cliff. Whether you want to admit it or not, the Ewings have been---they are your family.” “The Ewings will never be part of my family.” The old anger was coming through. “You're impossible. Just remember what I said. And please, Cliff, think about it.” Donna walked out with that. Cliff's anger only made him more determined.
Bobby opened the door, half-way expecting to find Rex there, even though the secretary had said he was in a meeting, but the office was empty. Bobby took a seat in a chair. "I knew this guy was trouble from the minute I saw him." "Now Bobby, he might not be trouble and he might not be behind that guy who was following us." "There's just something fishy here." Pam spotted something on his desk. It was a picture--of Katherine. "Oh my God, Bobby...he does know Katherine." She showed him the picture, just as Rex walked in. "Nice of you two to show yourselves in." He shut the door and took a seat at his desk. Pam was forceful and direct. "Who are you and how do you know Katherine?" "Katherine is my sister," Rex said, nonchalantly. "How? Who are your parents?" Rex sighed. "Mrs. Ewing, I don't usually take orders from anyone and I don't like answering nosey questions." Bobby stood up. "Answer them." Rex shot Bobby a cold stare. "Very well. My parents are Herbert Wentworth and Diana O'Quinn." Bobby and Pam looked at each other, then directed their gazes back to Rex. Pam made the next comment. "Katherine was my sister as well. We had the same mother." "Why should I believe that? How do I know you aren't here for something else? Some ulterior motive?" Rex had an idea. He pushed a button on his intercom. "Sasha, get Katherine Wentworth on the phone please." "Mr. Wentworth, that's impossible." "Why is that?" "Katherine is dead." Rex stared in disbelief. "What?" Pam began to tell him the story of what all Katherine had done to her and Bobby over the years, until Rex interrupted. "You expect me to believe that Katherine would do all of those dreadful things? She wouldn't harm a hair on anybody's head." "You obviously didn't know Katherine as well as I did. Katherine tried to kidnap me a few weeks ago. She was going to take me away from my family forever--I shot her." "No...not my Katherine." "The Dallas police were ultimately responsible for her death, but I tried...God, I tried to kill her." Bobby realized Pam was breaking up. He put his arm around her. "You didn't know Katherine was dead?" Rex was silent. "I'd only known Katherine for about two years. What you say about her...is ridiculous. Katherine was kind, sweet, and loving. When she would visit me, she lit up my otherwise desolate life." Pam was finding this all hard to believe. "That's not the Katherine I know..." Rex's face suddenly turned red. "Get out." he said. Pam was silent. "GET OUT!...both of you...just GO."
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Neither argued. Bobby grabbed Pam's hand and led her out. Back inside, Rex picked up a ceramic pencil holder and hurled it across the room. It struck the wall and shattered. "DAMN YOU. Damn you...you cold-blooded murderess." The rage welled up in Rex's eyes. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. His voice broke as he talked. "I have a job for you...you can name your price..." 