Southfork...morning...
Heavy construction continues at Southfork as Bobby returns after a morning out working on the ranch. After giving his horse to one of the Southfork hands to put in the stables, Bobby walks back to the house. As he's about to head inside the house, a white car drives up and comes to a stop. Bobby stops and waits to see who it is. He is pleasantly surprised when he sees Tracey McKay get out of the car and approach him. He smiles.
"Hi, Bobby," Tracey says.
"Hello, Tracey," Bobby says, greeting her with a kiss on the cheek. "What brings you out here?"
"Do I need an excuse to drop in on an old friend?"
"Not at all."
"I heard about the accident. About Ann's daughter and your nephew."
"Yeah. Emma had surgery a couple days ago. She's makin' progress, and Lucas is recoverin' nicely."
Tracey smiles. "That's good. Ann must be at the hospital."
"Yeah, she spends most of her time there. Emma's still pretty much out of it, but Ann likes to stay close. And we've been stayin' at The Omni Hotel in Dallas until construction is finished here at Southfork."
"Hi, Bobby," Tracey says.
"Hello, Tracey," Bobby says, greeting her with a kiss on the cheek. "What brings you out here?"
"Do I need an excuse to drop in on an old friend?"
"Not at all."
"I heard about the accident. About Ann's daughter and your nephew."
"Yeah. Emma had surgery a couple days ago. She's makin' progress, and Lucas is recoverin' nicely."
Tracey smiles. "That's good. Ann must be at the hospital."
"Yeah, she spends most of her time there. Emma's still pretty much out of it, but Ann likes to stay close. And we've been stayin' at The Omni Hotel in Dallas until construction is finished here at Southfork."
"I don't blame her. I probably would too if I had a daughter who was in the hospital," Tracey says. "Bobby, I spoke to my father yesterday. And he's planning to come to Dallas. And he's on the warpath."
"Because of Hunter?" Bobby asks.
"Uh huh. Hunter's death was just another tragedy in his life to blame on the Ewings. And, he doesn't think the police are doing enough to find Hunter's killer. I just wanted to warn you, in case he comes to see you."
"I thought my family's feud with the McKays was long over."
"So did I," says Tracey. "And it would've stayed over had my nephew hadn't gotten himself involved in that whole Ewing Global takeover with the cartel that got him killed. My father blames the Ewings for Hunter's death, just as he blamed your for Tommy's."
Bobby sighs. "Great. That's all I need right now. Another feud."
"My father is very old now. And another feud is the last thing HE needs, as well. I'll do what I can to stop him from causing problems for you. He is still very close to Kimberly Cryder, and as you probably know, her daughter has taken over as CEO of Westar, but Kimberly still wields a lot of power in the company. I have a feeling my father will probably use his influence with Kimberly to cause problems for Ewing Global."
"Because of Hunter?" Bobby asks.
"Uh huh. Hunter's death was just another tragedy in his life to blame on the Ewings. And, he doesn't think the police are doing enough to find Hunter's killer. I just wanted to warn you, in case he comes to see you."
"I thought my family's feud with the McKays was long over."
"So did I," says Tracey. "And it would've stayed over had my nephew hadn't gotten himself involved in that whole Ewing Global takeover with the cartel that got him killed. My father blames the Ewings for Hunter's death, just as he blamed your for Tommy's."
Bobby sighs. "Great. That's all I need right now. Another feud."
"My father is very old now. And another feud is the last thing HE needs, as well. I'll do what I can to stop him from causing problems for you. He is still very close to Kimberly Cryder, and as you probably know, her daughter has taken over as CEO of Westar, but Kimberly still wields a lot of power in the company. I have a feeling my father will probably use his influence with Kimberly to cause problems for Ewing Global."
The Ryland Home...
Harris walks into the Ryland home that morning and picks up the mail from a table beside the stairs in the foyer. He walks into his office and sifts through the mail, most of which is junk. He tosses the mail onto his desk, and as he does so, his eyes fall on two framed photos standing on the desk.....one of Ann and Emma when Emma was a baby, and a recent photo of Emma. Harris sighs as he picks the photos up and looks at them sadly. He realizes when Emma finds out the truth of her parentage, she, like Ann, will probably hate him. As Harris looks at the photos, his mother Judith walks into the room.
"What is it you're not tellin' me," Judith says.
"I have no idea what you're talkin' about," Harris says.
"Oh, come on, Harris. Somethin's goin' on here. You had me sedated and drugged out of my mind for two days, so I couldn't be at the hospital with Emma, and all you will say is she's fine."
"She is, Mother. Emma's makin' real good progress. And the last thing she needs is for you and Ann to go at it at the hospital."
"I have just as much right.....hell, I have MORE right.....to see Emma than that bitch of a mother of hers. I raised that girl."
"Only because you and I took her away from Ann," Harris says sadly.
"What is it you're not tellin' me," Judith says.
"I have no idea what you're talkin' about," Harris says.
"Oh, come on, Harris. Somethin's goin' on here. You had me sedated and drugged out of my mind for two days, so I couldn't be at the hospital with Emma, and all you will say is she's fine."
"She is, Mother. Emma's makin' real good progress. And the last thing she needs is for you and Ann to go at it at the hospital."
"I have just as much right.....hell, I have MORE right.....to see Emma than that bitch of a mother of hers. I raised that girl."
"Only because you and I took her away from Ann," Harris says sadly.
"To pro-tect her," Judith says in her characteristic drawl. "Ann was an unfit wife and an unfit mother...."
"You and I both know that's a load of bull. Ann became what WE made her. I never was a good husband to her, and you sure as hell treated her like garbage from the day I brought her home as my wife."
Judith moves closer to her son. "You're in love with that whore, aren't you?"
"You have the nerve to call someone else a whore?" Harris asks.
"If it wasn't for my lovely granddaughter I would regret the day I ever gave birth to you. I'll be back later." Judith starts to leave the room.
"Where you goin'?" Harris asks.
Judith stops and turns back to him. "To the hospital. To see my granddaughter."
"Emma's not your granddaughter," says Harris.
Judith looks at him quizzically. "What did you say?"
"You heard me. Emma is NOT your damned granddaughter."
"What are you talkin' about now? This some kind of sick game?" Judith asks.
"Nope. While you were sleepin' a couple days ago, Emma had to have a kidney transplant, or she woulda died."
"No."
"She received the kidney. From her REAL father."
"Why are you doin' this?" Judith asks, her voice shaky now. "To hurt me? To punish me?"
"You and I both know that's a load of bull. Ann became what WE made her. I never was a good husband to her, and you sure as hell treated her like garbage from the day I brought her home as my wife."
Judith moves closer to her son. "You're in love with that whore, aren't you?"
"You have the nerve to call someone else a whore?" Harris asks.
"If it wasn't for my lovely granddaughter I would regret the day I ever gave birth to you. I'll be back later." Judith starts to leave the room.
"Where you goin'?" Harris asks.
Judith stops and turns back to him. "To the hospital. To see my granddaughter."
"Emma's not your granddaughter," says Harris.
Judith looks at him quizzically. "What did you say?"
"You heard me. Emma is NOT your damned granddaughter."
"What are you talkin' about now? This some kind of sick game?" Judith asks.
"Nope. While you were sleepin' a couple days ago, Emma had to have a kidney transplant, or she woulda died."
"No."
"She received the kidney. From her REAL father."
"Why are you doin' this?" Judith asks, her voice shaky now. "To hurt me? To punish me?"
"Remember those mumps I had when I was twelve? I found out a couple years before I married Ann that I was sterile. I couldn't have children. When Ann became pregnant, I knew I wasn't the father. She'd cheated on me. Didn't you ever wonder why I came to despise her so much after Emma was born? I took Emma away from Ann and kept her away from her all those years just to punish her for what she'd done."
"No," Judith says adamantly. "This is a LIE. You're just sayin' these horrible things to hurt me. I will not believe it."
"Go to the hospital and find out for yourself, then." Harris walks over to his mother. "Emma is NOT my daughter and she's not your granddaughter. And right now, I think she's a real lucky young woman to no longer have any ties to this family." Harris walks out of the room, leaving his mother in disbelief, and near tears.
"No," Judith says adamantly. "This is a LIE. You're just sayin' these horrible things to hurt me. I will not believe it."
"Go to the hospital and find out for yourself, then." Harris walks over to his mother. "Emma is NOT my daughter and she's not your granddaughter. And right now, I think she's a real lucky young woman to no longer have any ties to this family." Harris walks out of the room, leaving his mother in disbelief, and near tears.
Westar Oil...
John Ross is working on his computer at his desk in his new office at Westar when a knock comes at his door. "Come in," he says.
A smiling Jillian Cryder walks in. "Hi," she says. "How's it going your first couple days here?"
"Goin' fine. Lot to learn."
Jillian laughs. "Yes there is. I'm still sifting through loads of paper work trying to learn Westar's history and the nuts and bolts part of the company. The fine points that make everything run smoothly."
John Ross closes the file on his desk and stands to his feet. "Well, with me helpin', we'll have you runnin' this comp'ny like an old pro in no time flat."
"I really love how confident you are," Jillian says.
"Confidence has brought me a long way," says John Ross. "It will you, too. My Daddy always taught me that confidence is the key to everything."
"When I was going through some old papers, I found some stuff from your father's time here at Westar. I'll have it brought in to you."
"Thanks."
"J,R. Ewing sounds like quite a man," Jillian says.
"He was. Shame you didn't know him."
"Well, I know his son, and I think that's the next best thing. You wanna have lunch later?"
"Lunch sounds great. But my treat this time," John Ross says.
Jillian smiles. "By the way, I have a meeting with me Foskey International this afternoon. I'd like you to sit in on that with me."
"Foskey International," John Ross repeats.
"Yes. They wanna pitch their new cold weather drill technology, and I'd like you to hear about it, and advise me on whether it would be a good investment for Westar."
"Sure thing."
"Good," says Jill. "The meeting's at 3:00. In the meantime, I'll see you for lunch around 12:30?"
"You got it," John Ross says.
Jill flashes him a flirty smile, then leaves the office. After she leaves, John Ross takes a seat at his desk again and picks up his cell phone. He speed dials Bum's number.
A smiling Jillian Cryder walks in. "Hi," she says. "How's it going your first couple days here?"
"Goin' fine. Lot to learn."
Jillian laughs. "Yes there is. I'm still sifting through loads of paper work trying to learn Westar's history and the nuts and bolts part of the company. The fine points that make everything run smoothly."
John Ross closes the file on his desk and stands to his feet. "Well, with me helpin', we'll have you runnin' this comp'ny like an old pro in no time flat."
"I really love how confident you are," Jillian says.
"Confidence has brought me a long way," says John Ross. "It will you, too. My Daddy always taught me that confidence is the key to everything."
"When I was going through some old papers, I found some stuff from your father's time here at Westar. I'll have it brought in to you."
"Thanks."
"J,R. Ewing sounds like quite a man," Jillian says.
"He was. Shame you didn't know him."
"Well, I know his son, and I think that's the next best thing. You wanna have lunch later?"
"Lunch sounds great. But my treat this time," John Ross says.
Jillian smiles. "By the way, I have a meeting with me Foskey International this afternoon. I'd like you to sit in on that with me."
"Foskey International," John Ross repeats.
"Yes. They wanna pitch their new cold weather drill technology, and I'd like you to hear about it, and advise me on whether it would be a good investment for Westar."
"Sure thing."
"Good," says Jill. "The meeting's at 3:00. In the meantime, I'll see you for lunch around 12:30?"
"You got it," John Ross says.
Jill flashes him a flirty smile, then leaves the office. After she leaves, John Ross takes a seat at his desk again and picks up his cell phone. He speed dials Bum's number.
Bum answers right after the first ring. "Hello, Bum," John Ross says. "How's that little assignment I gave you comin' along? Good. Just make sure you have everything in place for me real soon, when I give the word. No later than two weeks. Three at the absolute most. I wanna get movin' on this. Thanks, Bum. Keep me posted, ya hear." John Ross ends the call, puts his phone down on the desk and smiles.
Ewing Energies...
Bobby steps off the elevator at Ewing Global and is greeted by one of the young female employees. "Welcome back, Mr. Ewing," the young brunette says.
"Thank you, Jackie," Bobby replies. "Is Mrs. Ewing in her office?"
"I believe she's with Susan," Jackie replies.
"Thank you." Bobby walks over to the conference room and finds Sue Ellen with Ewing Global's financial handler, Susan, an attractive blonde of about forty. "Am I interrupting?"
"Of course not, " Sue Ellen replies. "Bobby I'm glad you're here. Susan and I were just discussing a bid I think we should make to Foskey International. They have a new cold weather drilling technology that I think will be very useful to us."
"Well, I"m all in favor of that," Bobby says. "Susan, how are you?"
"I"m fine, Mr. Ewing, how are you?"
"I'm well. How's your son, Brent?"
Susan smiles. "Brent is doing well. Recovering nicely. Thank you for asking. It's very nice to see you back at the office. Mrs. Ewing, I'll look over these reports, and get back to you."
"Thank you, Susan," says Sue Ellen.
Susan gives them both a warm smile, then leaves.
"What was that about her son?" Sue Ellen asks.
"Susan's 16-year-old son, Brent, broke his leg a couple weeks ago playin' softball. Pretty bad break. I visited him in the hospital a couple times."
Sue Ellen looks at Bobby and smiles. "You know, you really are amazing," she says.
"Amazing? Me?"
"Yes, you. With everything else that's been going on in your life, you still find the time to know those little details about an employee's family. And I had no idea Susan even had a son."
"Well, Brent was on a softball team Christopher coached at the Dallas Rec. Department a couple years ago, right after he came back to Dallas. Brent called me after Christopher died. He was pretty broken up about it. Christopher was great with the kids and they all loved him."
"Funny," Sue Ellen says. "I didn't even now Christopher coached a softball team at the recreation department."
Bobby smiles. "Just somethin' he did in his spare time. Listen, Sue Ellen, we need to talk."
Sue Ellen sighs. "Whenever someone tells me 'we need to talk', it always makes me nervous. Because it's usually bad news. What is it now, Bobby?"
"Thank you, Jackie," Bobby replies. "Is Mrs. Ewing in her office?"
"I believe she's with Susan," Jackie replies.
"Thank you." Bobby walks over to the conference room and finds Sue Ellen with Ewing Global's financial handler, Susan, an attractive blonde of about forty. "Am I interrupting?"
"Of course not, " Sue Ellen replies. "Bobby I'm glad you're here. Susan and I were just discussing a bid I think we should make to Foskey International. They have a new cold weather drilling technology that I think will be very useful to us."
"Well, I"m all in favor of that," Bobby says. "Susan, how are you?"
"I"m fine, Mr. Ewing, how are you?"
"I'm well. How's your son, Brent?"
Susan smiles. "Brent is doing well. Recovering nicely. Thank you for asking. It's very nice to see you back at the office. Mrs. Ewing, I'll look over these reports, and get back to you."
"Thank you, Susan," says Sue Ellen.
Susan gives them both a warm smile, then leaves.
"What was that about her son?" Sue Ellen asks.
"Susan's 16-year-old son, Brent, broke his leg a couple weeks ago playin' softball. Pretty bad break. I visited him in the hospital a couple times."
Sue Ellen looks at Bobby and smiles. "You know, you really are amazing," she says.
"Amazing? Me?"
"Yes, you. With everything else that's been going on in your life, you still find the time to know those little details about an employee's family. And I had no idea Susan even had a son."
"Well, Brent was on a softball team Christopher coached at the Dallas Rec. Department a couple years ago, right after he came back to Dallas. Brent called me after Christopher died. He was pretty broken up about it. Christopher was great with the kids and they all loved him."
"Funny," Sue Ellen says. "I didn't even now Christopher coached a softball team at the recreation department."
Bobby smiles. "Just somethin' he did in his spare time. Listen, Sue Ellen, we need to talk."
Sue Ellen sighs. "Whenever someone tells me 'we need to talk', it always makes me nervous. Because it's usually bad news. What is it now, Bobby?"
"Well I hope this isn't really bad news, but, I do think it's somethin' you should be aware of," Bobby says. "Tracey came to see me this mornin'. She wanted to warn me that her father, Carter McKay, is headed to Dallas, and he's on the warpath again."
"Carter McKay?" Sue Ellen asks, surprised.
"Yes. Tracey said that her father blames the Ewings for his grandson Hunter's death."
"That's ridiculous. How was that OUR fault?"
"It wasn't. But, in McKay's mind, anything's possible. He blamed me for his son Tommy's death, when in fact Tommy brought that on himself. Jut like Hunter did."
"Well, how much of a threat can McKay be now? He hasn't been involved at Westar for years, and he must be in his late eighties by now."
Bobby smiles. "Don't underestimate McKay, Sue Ellen. I made that mistake once. Even if he was a hundred, riled up, McKay can be a threat. Maybe not directly, but with the Cryders back in power at Westar, we could be lookin' at buttin' heads with Westar again, just like in the old days."
"Bobby, there's something I haven't told you."
"Uh-oh. I don't like the sound of that," says Bobby.
"John Ross is working at Westar."
"He's what?"
"He told me a couple days ago. I didn't wanna bother you with it because you were preoccupied after Emma and Lucas's accident. But apparently he's working as a consultant. Teaching Kimberly and Wilson Cryder's daughter the oil business, since she's young and inexperienced. But having him there could work to our advantage."
"Are you kidding, Sue Ellen?" Bobby asks. "Given how angry John Ross was at us for swoopin' in and buyin' those Ewing Global shares back from the government after the Cartel went down, I wouldn't be surprised if he threw in with McKay and the Cryders to cause Ewing Global as much aggravation as possible."
Sue Ellen nods in agreement. "Just as J.R. would do," she says.
"Exactly," says Bobby.
"Carter McKay?" Sue Ellen asks, surprised.
"Yes. Tracey said that her father blames the Ewings for his grandson Hunter's death."
"That's ridiculous. How was that OUR fault?"
"It wasn't. But, in McKay's mind, anything's possible. He blamed me for his son Tommy's death, when in fact Tommy brought that on himself. Jut like Hunter did."
"Well, how much of a threat can McKay be now? He hasn't been involved at Westar for years, and he must be in his late eighties by now."
Bobby smiles. "Don't underestimate McKay, Sue Ellen. I made that mistake once. Even if he was a hundred, riled up, McKay can be a threat. Maybe not directly, but with the Cryders back in power at Westar, we could be lookin' at buttin' heads with Westar again, just like in the old days."
"Bobby, there's something I haven't told you."
"Uh-oh. I don't like the sound of that," says Bobby.
"John Ross is working at Westar."
"He's what?"
"He told me a couple days ago. I didn't wanna bother you with it because you were preoccupied after Emma and Lucas's accident. But apparently he's working as a consultant. Teaching Kimberly and Wilson Cryder's daughter the oil business, since she's young and inexperienced. But having him there could work to our advantage."
"Are you kidding, Sue Ellen?" Bobby asks. "Given how angry John Ross was at us for swoopin' in and buyin' those Ewing Global shares back from the government after the Cartel went down, I wouldn't be surprised if he threw in with McKay and the Cryders to cause Ewing Global as much aggravation as possible."
Sue Ellen nods in agreement. "Just as J.R. would do," she says.
"Exactly," says Bobby.
Forest Park Medical Center
An elevator opens onto a hallway on the fourth floor of FPMC that afternoon. Ray and Jenna Krebbs step off the elevator and head down the hallway to their son Lucas's room. When they reach the room, the door is open, and they see an attractive young black nurse helping Lucas walk, his back to them. Ray and Jenna pause in the door and watch for a moment with smiles. "Doin' good, son," Ray says.
Lucas turns and looks at his parents, a displeased look crossing his face. "Jessica, I think I've had enough for right now," Lucas says. "I'm kinda tired."
"All right, Lucas," Jessica says. She gently helps him back onto the bed. "I'll be back this afternoon before dinner to walk you again."
"Sure," Lucas says.
After Jessica leaves, Ray and Jenna close the door and walk over to his bedside. "Well, you have a very pretty nurse," Jenna says.
"Yeah."
The smiles disappear from Ray and Jenna's faces and they exchange looks, concerned about Lucas's continued cold attitude toward them. "Lucas, I know you're still angry with us, but....."
"Angry? Angry for what? Because you lied to me about who my father was my whole life? Or because you lied to me about how bad Emma was hurt?"
"How did you find out about Emma?" Jenna asks.
"Aunt Sue Ellen came by to visit me this morning," replies Lucas. "She told me Emma was hurt bad and that she had to have surgery."
Ray sighs. "Sue Ellen always did have a big mouth."
"She told me the truth, which is more than you two did. I asked you how Emma was after the accident and you said she wasn't hurt that bad, that she was doing fine."
"We didn't wanna worry you," says Jenna.
"Seems like you two are always looking out for my best interest. Deciding what I do and don't need to know."
"Lucas...." Jenna starts.
"Mom, please. Just leave me alone. I'm tired. I wanna rest."
Ray and Jenna look at the young man for a moment. "Sure," Ray finally says. "Come on, Jenna. He needs his rest."
"Lucas, as angry as you are right now with us," Jenna says. "You have to know that your father and I have always loved you, and wanted what's best for you."
Instead of acknowledging his mother's words, Lucas instead lays back in bed and turns his head away from his parents to look out the window. Ray and Jenna exchange sad looks, then quietly leave the room.
Outside in the hallway, Jenna stops and starts to cry. "He's so angry."
"He'll come around," Ray assures his wife with an embrace.
Lucas turns and looks at his parents, a displeased look crossing his face. "Jessica, I think I've had enough for right now," Lucas says. "I'm kinda tired."
"All right, Lucas," Jessica says. She gently helps him back onto the bed. "I'll be back this afternoon before dinner to walk you again."
"Sure," Lucas says.
After Jessica leaves, Ray and Jenna close the door and walk over to his bedside. "Well, you have a very pretty nurse," Jenna says.
"Yeah."
The smiles disappear from Ray and Jenna's faces and they exchange looks, concerned about Lucas's continued cold attitude toward them. "Lucas, I know you're still angry with us, but....."
"Angry? Angry for what? Because you lied to me about who my father was my whole life? Or because you lied to me about how bad Emma was hurt?"
"How did you find out about Emma?" Jenna asks.
"Aunt Sue Ellen came by to visit me this morning," replies Lucas. "She told me Emma was hurt bad and that she had to have surgery."
Ray sighs. "Sue Ellen always did have a big mouth."
"She told me the truth, which is more than you two did. I asked you how Emma was after the accident and you said she wasn't hurt that bad, that she was doing fine."
"We didn't wanna worry you," says Jenna.
"Seems like you two are always looking out for my best interest. Deciding what I do and don't need to know."
"Lucas...." Jenna starts.
"Mom, please. Just leave me alone. I'm tired. I wanna rest."
Ray and Jenna look at the young man for a moment. "Sure," Ray finally says. "Come on, Jenna. He needs his rest."
"Lucas, as angry as you are right now with us," Jenna says. "You have to know that your father and I have always loved you, and wanted what's best for you."
Instead of acknowledging his mother's words, Lucas instead lays back in bed and turns his head away from his parents to look out the window. Ray and Jenna exchange sad looks, then quietly leave the room.
Outside in the hallway, Jenna stops and starts to cry. "He's so angry."
"He'll come around," Ray assures his wife with an embrace.
Meanwhile...
Ann walks into Emma's room in the Intensive Care Unit at Forest Park. Emma is sleeping, so Ann is careful not to wake her. She quietly walks over to her bedside and takes a seat. She smiles as she watches her daughter sleep. After a moment Emma stirs, and starts to wake up. Slowly, she opens her eyes and looks at her mother. Ann smiles at her. "Hi, sweetheart," Ann says.
"Hi," Emma says weakly.
"How do you feel? Are you in any pain?"
"A little."
"Hi," Emma says weakly.
"How do you feel? Are you in any pain?"
"A little."
"Do you want me to call the nurse? Get you something for pain?" Ann asks.
"No. I'm okay."
Ann smiles. "You gave us all quite a scare."
"I.....I remember.....I was in the car with Lucas. And.....we had an accident. Lucas, is he....."
"He's fine," Ann says. "He was bruised up a good bit and has a few minor injuries, but he's gonna be okay."
Emma breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank God."
"Emma, where were you and Lucas goin' when the accident happened?"
Emma looks at her mother. "I dunno. We were just driving. Driving as far away from Dallas as we could get."
"No. I'm okay."
Ann smiles. "You gave us all quite a scare."
"I.....I remember.....I was in the car with Lucas. And.....we had an accident. Lucas, is he....."
"He's fine," Ann says. "He was bruised up a good bit and has a few minor injuries, but he's gonna be okay."
Emma breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank God."
"Emma, where were you and Lucas goin' when the accident happened?"
Emma looks at her mother. "I dunno. We were just driving. Driving as far away from Dallas as we could get."
"I know Lucas was upset when he found out Bobby's his father," says Ann. "But why were you goin' with him?"
"What reason did I have to stay here? My family is just as messed up at Lucas's. Maybe more."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Just look at us," Emma replies, her eyes filling with tears. "Daddy lied about what he did all those years. My grandmother makes deals with drug gangs. Not exactly The Waltons, are we?"
Ann sighs. "No. Not exactly."
"When I was barely awake one time, I overheard the nurses talking," Emma says. "They said I had surgery."
"You did," Ann says, nodding.
"That's why I'm in pain," says Emma.
"Yes. You were very seriously hurt. You needed a kidney." Before Ann could say anymore, Emma starts to drift off to sleep. Ann smiles lovingly as she looks at the young woman. She bends down and gently kisses Emma on the forehead. Then she leaves the room, taking one more look at her sleeping daughter before walking out and closing the door.
"What reason did I have to stay here? My family is just as messed up at Lucas's. Maybe more."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Just look at us," Emma replies, her eyes filling with tears. "Daddy lied about what he did all those years. My grandmother makes deals with drug gangs. Not exactly The Waltons, are we?"
Ann sighs. "No. Not exactly."
"When I was barely awake one time, I overheard the nurses talking," Emma says. "They said I had surgery."
"You did," Ann says, nodding.
"That's why I'm in pain," says Emma.
"Yes. You were very seriously hurt. You needed a kidney." Before Ann could say anymore, Emma starts to drift off to sleep. Ann smiles lovingly as she looks at the young woman. She bends down and gently kisses Emma on the forehead. Then she leaves the room, taking one more look at her sleeping daughter before walking out and closing the door.
Pamela's apartment.....that night
As she is about to head out to dinner, Pamela opens the front door of her new apartment in Dallas and is startled to find John Ross standing there.
"Goin' out on a hot date?" John Ross asks.
Pamela sighs. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Can't a man drop by and see his own wife? Let me in."
Pamela hesitates a moment as she looks at John Ross with contempt. After a moment, she steps aside and he walks into the apartment. She closes the door. "I'm in a hurry," she says. "Tell me what you want and then get out."
John Ross looks at her and smiles. "Well, you must have a hot date tonight. Do I know the lucky bastard?"
"That's none of your damned business," Pamela angrily says. "You lost the right to know who I see and what I do when you screwed around with Emma."
"Goin' out on a hot date?" John Ross asks.
Pamela sighs. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Can't a man drop by and see his own wife? Let me in."
Pamela hesitates a moment as she looks at John Ross with contempt. After a moment, she steps aside and he walks into the apartment. She closes the door. "I'm in a hurry," she says. "Tell me what you want and then get out."
John Ross looks at her and smiles. "Well, you must have a hot date tonight. Do I know the lucky bastard?"
"That's none of your damned business," Pamela angrily says. "You lost the right to know who I see and what I do when you screwed around with Emma."
"For the record, Pamela, I don't give a damn what you do, or who you sleep with anymore," John Ross says.
"Then why are you here?"
"Why the hell are you havin' me followed?"
Pamela is surprised by the question. "Followed? You're crazy. I'm not having you followed."
"The hell you aren't," says John Ross. "I know all about your snivelin' little private detective, Mr. Denning. He told me to tell you he's off the case. He got a better offer. An offer that will allow him to keep both knee caps."
"You son of a bitch," Pamela angrily says.
"No need for name callin', darlin'. No need for this to get ugly at all. See, I think I know why you hired that little weasel to put a tail on me. You thought maybe you could find somethin' to use against me in court if our marriage ends in divorce."
"You mean WHEN it ends in divorce. And I have enough on you already to make you look so bad in court that even J.R. would look like a saint in comparison."
John Ross smiles. "You seem to be under the impression that I'm willin' to allow this marriage of ours to come to an end."
"You don't have a choice."
"Don't I? You wanna find some dirt on me to make ME look bad? Well, sorry to burst your little bubble, darlin', but I wasn't the one who took an overdose of sedatives and then went to a hotel to have a kinky little threesome with my husband and his mistress. How do you suppose that'll make YOU look in court? Maybe a little unstable? Maybe like someone who is incapable of handlin' her own affairs?" John Ross walks closer to her. "Think about that. You'd best think long and hard before you start filin' any divorce papers."
"You bastard," Pamela says. "Knowing how much I hate you, why would you wanna stay married to me?"
"I got my reasons," John Ross replies. He turns and starts to leave, then turns back to her. "If our marriage does come to an end some day, it'll be when I say so. In the meantime, you can run around, screwin' your damned brains out with whoever you want. I guess you could call what we have here an.....open marriage. But a marriage, nonetheless." John Ross smiles at her, then leaves.
After he's gone, unable to control the anger and hate she feels, Pamela picks up a vase of flowers and throws it, smashing it against the door. "You're not gonna get away with this, John Ross. No way in hell!"
"Then why are you here?"
"Why the hell are you havin' me followed?"
Pamela is surprised by the question. "Followed? You're crazy. I'm not having you followed."
"The hell you aren't," says John Ross. "I know all about your snivelin' little private detective, Mr. Denning. He told me to tell you he's off the case. He got a better offer. An offer that will allow him to keep both knee caps."
"You son of a bitch," Pamela angrily says.
"No need for name callin', darlin'. No need for this to get ugly at all. See, I think I know why you hired that little weasel to put a tail on me. You thought maybe you could find somethin' to use against me in court if our marriage ends in divorce."
"You mean WHEN it ends in divorce. And I have enough on you already to make you look so bad in court that even J.R. would look like a saint in comparison."
John Ross smiles. "You seem to be under the impression that I'm willin' to allow this marriage of ours to come to an end."
"You don't have a choice."
"Don't I? You wanna find some dirt on me to make ME look bad? Well, sorry to burst your little bubble, darlin', but I wasn't the one who took an overdose of sedatives and then went to a hotel to have a kinky little threesome with my husband and his mistress. How do you suppose that'll make YOU look in court? Maybe a little unstable? Maybe like someone who is incapable of handlin' her own affairs?" John Ross walks closer to her. "Think about that. You'd best think long and hard before you start filin' any divorce papers."
"You bastard," Pamela says. "Knowing how much I hate you, why would you wanna stay married to me?"
"I got my reasons," John Ross replies. He turns and starts to leave, then turns back to her. "If our marriage does come to an end some day, it'll be when I say so. In the meantime, you can run around, screwin' your damned brains out with whoever you want. I guess you could call what we have here an.....open marriage. But a marriage, nonetheless." John Ross smiles at her, then leaves.
After he's gone, unable to control the anger and hate she feels, Pamela picks up a vase of flowers and throws it, smashing it against the door. "You're not gonna get away with this, John Ross. No way in hell!"
Meanwhile....The Omni Hotel
Dressed in her nightgown, Ann walks from the bathroom into the bedroom of the suite she and Bobby share at the Omni. Bobby stands at the window, staring out at the Dallas skyline. Ann turns down the bed covers. "Comin' to bed?" She asks.
Bobby makes no reply. He continues to stare out the window as if he didn't hear her.
"Bobby?" Ann calls.
"What?" He finally answers.
"I asked if you were comin' to bed."
Bobby sighs. "In a little while."
She walks over to him. "You know, the last couple days, since our argument the day of Emma's surgery, I thought things were slowly starting to get better between us. But this evenin', you've been more quiet, distant."
"I'm sorry. It's not you. At least not entirely. I just have a lot on my mind."
"Lucas?" Ann asks.
"Yeah," he replies. "Lucas, this whole situation between you and I. Cliff Barnes. And as if I didn't already have enough to think about, now I have Carter McKay, too."
"Carter McKay? You mean, Tracey's father?"
"That'd be the one," Bobby says. "Tracey came out to Southfork this mornin' before I went in to the office, and she told me that her father is headed to Dallas. He's pissed, and naturally blames us Ewings for the death of his grandson Hunter, same as he blamed me for Tommy's death twenty-five years ago. I honestly had hoped that one day, all this drama and chaos and feuding would be a thing of the past, and I'd be able to relax and enjoy my golden years in peace. I guess I shoulda known better."
"I'm really sorry, Bobby, that I've brought more drama into your life," Ann says. "Maybe if I'd have told you about Cliff a long time ago....."
"I wish ya had told me," Bobby says. "But that wouldn't change any of this, Ann. Even if I'd known about you and Cliff, he'd still be a threat to this family, and to Ewing Global. A threat I thought I had eliminated."
"You really think Cliff's gonna come after you?"
"Oh, I know he will. And now, he has even more reason to hate the Ewings than he did before. Now that he's out of prison, he's gonna start an all out war. And he may just have an ally in Pamela."
Ann looks at him in surprise. "Pamela? But Pamela hates her father after what he did."
"Maybe so. But she could still unite with him against a common enemy."
Ann moves closer to him and puts her arms around him. "I'm sorry, Bobby."
"Me too," he says. Then he pulls away from her and walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, leaving Ann with a worried look.
Bobby makes no reply. He continues to stare out the window as if he didn't hear her.
"Bobby?" Ann calls.
"What?" He finally answers.
"I asked if you were comin' to bed."
Bobby sighs. "In a little while."
She walks over to him. "You know, the last couple days, since our argument the day of Emma's surgery, I thought things were slowly starting to get better between us. But this evenin', you've been more quiet, distant."
"I'm sorry. It's not you. At least not entirely. I just have a lot on my mind."
"Lucas?" Ann asks.
"Yeah," he replies. "Lucas, this whole situation between you and I. Cliff Barnes. And as if I didn't already have enough to think about, now I have Carter McKay, too."
"Carter McKay? You mean, Tracey's father?"
"That'd be the one," Bobby says. "Tracey came out to Southfork this mornin' before I went in to the office, and she told me that her father is headed to Dallas. He's pissed, and naturally blames us Ewings for the death of his grandson Hunter, same as he blamed me for Tommy's death twenty-five years ago. I honestly had hoped that one day, all this drama and chaos and feuding would be a thing of the past, and I'd be able to relax and enjoy my golden years in peace. I guess I shoulda known better."
"I'm really sorry, Bobby, that I've brought more drama into your life," Ann says. "Maybe if I'd have told you about Cliff a long time ago....."
"I wish ya had told me," Bobby says. "But that wouldn't change any of this, Ann. Even if I'd known about you and Cliff, he'd still be a threat to this family, and to Ewing Global. A threat I thought I had eliminated."
"You really think Cliff's gonna come after you?"
"Oh, I know he will. And now, he has even more reason to hate the Ewings than he did before. Now that he's out of prison, he's gonna start an all out war. And he may just have an ally in Pamela."
Ann looks at him in surprise. "Pamela? But Pamela hates her father after what he did."
"Maybe so. But she could still unite with him against a common enemy."
Ann moves closer to him and puts her arms around him. "I'm sorry, Bobby."
"Me too," he says. Then he pulls away from her and walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, leaving Ann with a worried look.
Forest Park Medical Center...The Next Morning
Pamela steps off the elevator on the third floor of FPMC the next morning and makes her way down the hall when she sees Cliff walking in the same direction, his back to her. Pamela stops for a moment, catches her breath, then approaches her father.
"You must be feeling better," she says when she catches up to him.
Cliff stops and turns to her. "Pammy. Yeah, I do. And even better still now that you're here."
"I just wanted to stop by and see how you're doing."
"Come on, let's go into my room," Cliff says. Pamela follows him two doors down the hall and into his hospital room. Cliff closes the door, then looks at his daughter with a smile. "I am so happy you came to see me."
Pamela sighs. "Look, just because I'm here doesn't mean I've forgotten everything you've done. I only got you out of prison so you could save Emma by donating a kidney."
Cliff looks at her. "Sweetheart, I know I did some terrible things. Things I can never make up for. But, now that I'm out of that Mexican hellhole, I can at least try. I'm gonna get back your birthright, Pammy. And everything the Ewings stole from our family." He moves closer and puts his hands on Pamela's shoulders. "And as for John Ross....well, I'm gonna make that spawn of Satan pay for hurting my little girl."
Pamela pulls away from him. She turns her back, then walks to the window and looks out. "I'll help you," she says.
"What's that?" Cliff asks.
Pamela turns around to face her father. "I said I'll help you. I wanna get back at the Ewings right now just about as much as you do. I loved John Ross. I trusted him. And he destroyed that. Bobby and Sue Ellen took the company away from me. I want back everything that rightfully should be mine."
Cliff smiles, then walks over to her. "That's the way I like to hear my little girl talk. I promise you, sweetheart. The Ewings will pay. All of them. If it's the last thing I do." He puts his arms around Pamela and pulls her into a gentle embrace.....an embrace she doesn't return.
"You must be feeling better," she says when she catches up to him.
Cliff stops and turns to her. "Pammy. Yeah, I do. And even better still now that you're here."
"I just wanted to stop by and see how you're doing."
"Come on, let's go into my room," Cliff says. Pamela follows him two doors down the hall and into his hospital room. Cliff closes the door, then looks at his daughter with a smile. "I am so happy you came to see me."
Pamela sighs. "Look, just because I'm here doesn't mean I've forgotten everything you've done. I only got you out of prison so you could save Emma by donating a kidney."
Cliff looks at her. "Sweetheart, I know I did some terrible things. Things I can never make up for. But, now that I'm out of that Mexican hellhole, I can at least try. I'm gonna get back your birthright, Pammy. And everything the Ewings stole from our family." He moves closer and puts his hands on Pamela's shoulders. "And as for John Ross....well, I'm gonna make that spawn of Satan pay for hurting my little girl."
Pamela pulls away from him. She turns her back, then walks to the window and looks out. "I'll help you," she says.
"What's that?" Cliff asks.
Pamela turns around to face her father. "I said I'll help you. I wanna get back at the Ewings right now just about as much as you do. I loved John Ross. I trusted him. And he destroyed that. Bobby and Sue Ellen took the company away from me. I want back everything that rightfully should be mine."
Cliff smiles, then walks over to her. "That's the way I like to hear my little girl talk. I promise you, sweetheart. The Ewings will pay. All of them. If it's the last thing I do." He puts his arms around Pamela and pulls her into a gentle embrace.....an embrace she doesn't return.
Tracey McKay's home.....
Tracey McKay is arranging some flowers on her dining room table when her front doorbell rings. She puts her arrangement down on the table, and walks into the foyer to open the door. Tracey is startled to see a young man standing there.
"Hello, Aunt Tracey," the young man says.
"Hello, Aunt Tracey," the young man says.
"Oh my God, Tripp," Tracey says with a smile. "What on earth are you doing here?"
"Can I come in?" Tripp McKay asks.
"Of course."
The young man walks into the house and Tracey closes the door. He looks around. "Cool place you have here."
"Thanks," Tracey replies. "What are you doing here?"
"Grandfather would've come. But, he's not feeling well, so, I'm going to Dallas in his stead until he feels up to traveling. To find out what happened to my brother. Why Hunter was killed."
"Your brother was killed because he became involved with some very bad people."
"Yeah, I know," Tripp says. "Drug dealers. Aunt Tracey, Hunter never would've done that. He was my twin brother. I knew him better than anybody. Grandfather wants to know exactly what happened to him, and so do I. And what part the Ewings played in Hunter's death."
Tracey sighs. "The Ewings didn't play ANY part in Hunter's death. Your brother was killed by the Mendez-Ochoa Cartel because he obviously knew too much about their operation."
"Can I come in?" Tripp McKay asks.
"Of course."
The young man walks into the house and Tracey closes the door. He looks around. "Cool place you have here."
"Thanks," Tracey replies. "What are you doing here?"
"Grandfather would've come. But, he's not feeling well, so, I'm going to Dallas in his stead until he feels up to traveling. To find out what happened to my brother. Why Hunter was killed."
"Your brother was killed because he became involved with some very bad people."
"Yeah, I know," Tripp says. "Drug dealers. Aunt Tracey, Hunter never would've done that. He was my twin brother. I knew him better than anybody. Grandfather wants to know exactly what happened to him, and so do I. And what part the Ewings played in Hunter's death."
Tracey sighs. "The Ewings didn't play ANY part in Hunter's death. Your brother was killed by the Mendez-Ochoa Cartel because he obviously knew too much about their operation."
"And why was he involved with them in the first place?" Tripp asks. "To take over Ewing Global for them? It always comes back to the Ewings, doesn't it? First my father and now my brother?"
"Tripp would you listen to yourself?" Tracey asks, raising her voice. "My God, you're sounding more and more like your grandfather all the time. He poisoned your and Hunter's minds against the Ewings when you were growing up, and look at where it got Hunter."
"You're saying Grandfather is to blame for Hunter's death?"
"Not directly," says Tracey. "But the hate he taught you boys to feel for that family led your brother to make some very bad decisions. And THAT is why he's dead."
"Well, I guess there's nothin' more for me to say. I came here before headin' on into Dallas to talk to the cops about the investigation, and before I take steps to bring down the Ewings. I was hoping maybe you'd be on the side of your family. But I see right now that Grandfather was right about you."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Tracey asks.
"He said you've been in love with that guy Bobby Ewing for years. And you let your feelings for him blind you."
Tracey looks at her nephew and shakes her head sadly. "I'm not the one who's blind, here, Tripp."
The young man pauses a moment as he looks at his aunt. "Bye, Aunt Tracey." He turns and starts to leave.
"Tripp?" Tracey calls. He turns back to her. "Please. Leave this alone. Don't start up this old feud with the Ewings again. That fight ended a long time ago, and has nothing to do with you."
"Oh, it has something to do with me," Tripp says. "And it has something to do with you, too. My brother died because of the Ewings. So did my father.....YOUR brother. Or maybe you've forgotten all about him." Tripp gives his aunt one last angry glare, then leaves. After he's gone, Tracey starts to cry.
"Tripp would you listen to yourself?" Tracey asks, raising her voice. "My God, you're sounding more and more like your grandfather all the time. He poisoned your and Hunter's minds against the Ewings when you were growing up, and look at where it got Hunter."
"You're saying Grandfather is to blame for Hunter's death?"
"Not directly," says Tracey. "But the hate he taught you boys to feel for that family led your brother to make some very bad decisions. And THAT is why he's dead."
"Well, I guess there's nothin' more for me to say. I came here before headin' on into Dallas to talk to the cops about the investigation, and before I take steps to bring down the Ewings. I was hoping maybe you'd be on the side of your family. But I see right now that Grandfather was right about you."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Tracey asks.
"He said you've been in love with that guy Bobby Ewing for years. And you let your feelings for him blind you."
Tracey looks at her nephew and shakes her head sadly. "I'm not the one who's blind, here, Tripp."
The young man pauses a moment as he looks at his aunt. "Bye, Aunt Tracey." He turns and starts to leave.
"Tripp?" Tracey calls. He turns back to her. "Please. Leave this alone. Don't start up this old feud with the Ewings again. That fight ended a long time ago, and has nothing to do with you."
"Oh, it has something to do with me," Tripp says. "And it has something to do with you, too. My brother died because of the Ewings. So did my father.....YOUR brother. Or maybe you've forgotten all about him." Tripp gives his aunt one last angry glare, then leaves. After he's gone, Tracey starts to cry.
Lucas walks quietly into Emma's hospital room as she sleeps. He closes the door, walks over to her bedside and looks down at the beautiful young woman. Then he takes a seat in the chair beside her bed, being very careful not to wake her. But, despite his best efforts, Emma starts to wake up. She opens her eyes, and smiles when she sees him. Lucas smiles back.
"Hi," Emma says.
"Hi," he replies. "How ya feel?"
"Sore. Tired."
"That's understandable. Emma, I'm so sorry."
"Sorry for what?" Emma asks.
Lucas sighs. "For this....for the accident. For landing you in the hospital like this."
"Lucas, this wasn't your fault. My father was here. He told me the man we hit was drunk. He shouldn't have been behind the wheel of a car."
"Yeah, I know," says Lucas. "But still, if you hadn't been with me, this never would've happened to you."
"This was NOT your fault. So stop blaming yourself," Emma says, reaching out and gently touching his face.
"I'm glad you're okay."
Emma smiles. "I'm glad you're okay."
Lucas returns her smile. "Me? Sure, I'm okay. I'm tough. Can't hurt me." He takes her hand, and the two smile as they look at each other.
"Hi," Emma says.
"Hi," he replies. "How ya feel?"
"Sore. Tired."
"That's understandable. Emma, I'm so sorry."
"Sorry for what?" Emma asks.
Lucas sighs. "For this....for the accident. For landing you in the hospital like this."
"Lucas, this wasn't your fault. My father was here. He told me the man we hit was drunk. He shouldn't have been behind the wheel of a car."
"Yeah, I know," says Lucas. "But still, if you hadn't been with me, this never would've happened to you."
"This was NOT your fault. So stop blaming yourself," Emma says, reaching out and gently touching his face.
"I'm glad you're okay."
Emma smiles. "I'm glad you're okay."
Lucas returns her smile. "Me? Sure, I'm okay. I'm tough. Can't hurt me." He takes her hand, and the two smile as they look at each other.
Meanwhile...
Ann walks into the front entrance of the hospital. As she heads toward the elevator to go up to Emma's room, Judith is waiting and walks up to her.
"Goin' somewhere?" Judith asks.
Ann turns and looks at her former mother-in-law. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I'm goin' up to see my daughter. So if you'll excuse me." Ann reaches out to push the elevator button, but Judith grabs her hand.
"You're not goin' anywhere until we have a little talk," says Judith.
"Let go of my hand," Ann says angrily, gritting her teeth.
"My son told me all about your little fling while you were married to him. I always knew you were nothin' but a common whore."
Ann snatches her hand away from Judith's grasp. "How DARE you," she says. "You've got the nerve to stand there and call ME a whore?"
"You cheated on my son while you were married to him. What does that make you, if not a whore?"
"Someone who was neglected by her husband and nearly driven insane by him and his twisted, sadistic mother. If anyone is to blame for my cheatin' on Harris, it was Harris. Maybe if he'd been more of a man in our marriage and gotten away from you, I never would've felt the need to step out with another man."
"You bitch," Judith says. "I'll make you pay. I swear, I will."
"Judith, don't start with me. I've had enough of you to last me the rest of my life. Now get out of my face." At that moment, the elevator doors open. Ann steps into the elevator, then turns back to Judith. "You stay away from my daughter. Emma is nothin' to you, anymore. I don't wanna hear of you or Harris comin' anywhere near her."
Judith angrily glares at Ann as the elevator doors close. "Oh, you will be sorry for that one, Mrs. Ewing," Judith says in her special, creepy drawl. "No way in hell am I gonna let you get away with that."
"Goin' somewhere?" Judith asks.
Ann turns and looks at her former mother-in-law. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I'm goin' up to see my daughter. So if you'll excuse me." Ann reaches out to push the elevator button, but Judith grabs her hand.
"You're not goin' anywhere until we have a little talk," says Judith.
"Let go of my hand," Ann says angrily, gritting her teeth.
"My son told me all about your little fling while you were married to him. I always knew you were nothin' but a common whore."
Ann snatches her hand away from Judith's grasp. "How DARE you," she says. "You've got the nerve to stand there and call ME a whore?"
"You cheated on my son while you were married to him. What does that make you, if not a whore?"
"Someone who was neglected by her husband and nearly driven insane by him and his twisted, sadistic mother. If anyone is to blame for my cheatin' on Harris, it was Harris. Maybe if he'd been more of a man in our marriage and gotten away from you, I never would've felt the need to step out with another man."
"You bitch," Judith says. "I'll make you pay. I swear, I will."
"Judith, don't start with me. I've had enough of you to last me the rest of my life. Now get out of my face." At that moment, the elevator doors open. Ann steps into the elevator, then turns back to Judith. "You stay away from my daughter. Emma is nothin' to you, anymore. I don't wanna hear of you or Harris comin' anywhere near her."
Judith angrily glares at Ann as the elevator doors close. "Oh, you will be sorry for that one, Mrs. Ewing," Judith says in her special, creepy drawl. "No way in hell am I gonna let you get away with that."
The Omni Hotel.....later
John Ross and Jillian Cryder are having lunch at the restaurant at The Omni Hotel. Jillian takes a sip of her wine and smiles. "John Ross, you were amazing in that meeting with Foskey yesterday. You really had those guys eating out of the palm of your hand."
John Ross smiles back at her. "All it takes is knowin' how to talk to these dudes. I really feel like we got a shot at gettin' their business."
"So do I. And I don't think I could've done it without you."
John Ross smiles back at her. "All it takes is knowin' how to talk to these dudes. I really feel like we got a shot at gettin' their business."
"So do I. And I don't think I could've done it without you."
"Aww sure ya could have," John Ross says. "All you had to do was look at them and flash that lovely Jillian Cryder smile of yours, and you'd have been able to charm those Foskey International guys into anything."
Jillian laughs. "Well, thanks. You're a real charmer, Mr. Ewing. Now, I think we should be getting back to the office. My mother said she might drop by right after lunch."
"Your mother, huh? I don't think she likes me too much."
"Now what on earth gives you that idea?" Jillian asks, jokingly.
"I didn't realize it was gettin' so late," John Ross says, looking at his watch. "I have some more catchin' up to still do on Westar's company history."
Jillian sighs as she and John Ross stand. "I'm really sorry about so much boring reading. But, if you're gonna work at Westar, even semi-behind-the-scenes, you need to know the company's history, and how it works."
As John Ross and Jillian start to head for the elevator, John Ross stops in his tracks when he spots Tripp McKay walk into the restaurant. "Well, I'll be damned," he says as he watches the hostess talking to Tripp.
"What's the matter?" Jillian asks.
"Nothin'. I just see an old familiar face I hadn't seen in years."
Tripp spots John Ross as he walks toward him. He pauses, smiles, asks the hostess to excuse him for a moment, then heads on over to John Ross and Jillian. "I don't believe it," Tripp says. "John Ross Ewing."
"Tripp McKay. What the hell brings you back to Dallas?"
"Just here on a little....business," replies Tripp. "I just checked into the hotel here. He looks at Jillian. "And who's this lovely young lady?"
"My apologies," says John Ross. "Tripp McKay, this is Jillian Cryder."
"McKay?" Jillian asks. "You wouldn't happen to be Carter McKay's grandson, would you?"
Tripp smiles. "Why, yes I would. Cryder? You must be....."
"Wilson and Kimberly Cryder's daughter. I've heard my mom talk about your grandfather all my life."
"And I've heard him mention the Cryders, too."
"Speakin' of your granddaddy, how is the old.......man?" John Ross asks.
"Just fine. In fact, I'm here on his behalf. As well as my own."
"Meaning?"
Tripp looks at John Ross and smiles. Then he looks at Jillian. "Miss Cryder, real nice to meet you."
"Yes, same here," Jillian says, shaking Tripp's hand.
"John Ross, always good to see you, man," Tripp says, lying. Without saying another word, Tripp walks away and proceeds to his table with the hostess.
"I get the feeling you and young Mr. McKay aren't exactly BFFs," Jillian says.
"I got no real problem with the guy. However, his granddaddy and my daddy were mortal enemies."
"Yeah, so I've heard."
"His comin' to Dallas so soon after his brother's death can't be no coincidence. And it can't mean good news for my family, especially if he's here on ol' Carter McKay's behalf. I wonder what that old bastard is up to sendin' his flunky grandson here."
Jillian laughs. "Well, thanks. You're a real charmer, Mr. Ewing. Now, I think we should be getting back to the office. My mother said she might drop by right after lunch."
"Your mother, huh? I don't think she likes me too much."
"Now what on earth gives you that idea?" Jillian asks, jokingly.
"I didn't realize it was gettin' so late," John Ross says, looking at his watch. "I have some more catchin' up to still do on Westar's company history."
Jillian sighs as she and John Ross stand. "I'm really sorry about so much boring reading. But, if you're gonna work at Westar, even semi-behind-the-scenes, you need to know the company's history, and how it works."
As John Ross and Jillian start to head for the elevator, John Ross stops in his tracks when he spots Tripp McKay walk into the restaurant. "Well, I'll be damned," he says as he watches the hostess talking to Tripp.
"What's the matter?" Jillian asks.
"Nothin'. I just see an old familiar face I hadn't seen in years."
Tripp spots John Ross as he walks toward him. He pauses, smiles, asks the hostess to excuse him for a moment, then heads on over to John Ross and Jillian. "I don't believe it," Tripp says. "John Ross Ewing."
"Tripp McKay. What the hell brings you back to Dallas?"
"Just here on a little....business," replies Tripp. "I just checked into the hotel here. He looks at Jillian. "And who's this lovely young lady?"
"My apologies," says John Ross. "Tripp McKay, this is Jillian Cryder."
"McKay?" Jillian asks. "You wouldn't happen to be Carter McKay's grandson, would you?"
Tripp smiles. "Why, yes I would. Cryder? You must be....."
"Wilson and Kimberly Cryder's daughter. I've heard my mom talk about your grandfather all my life."
"And I've heard him mention the Cryders, too."
"Speakin' of your granddaddy, how is the old.......man?" John Ross asks.
"Just fine. In fact, I'm here on his behalf. As well as my own."
"Meaning?"
Tripp looks at John Ross and smiles. Then he looks at Jillian. "Miss Cryder, real nice to meet you."
"Yes, same here," Jillian says, shaking Tripp's hand.
"John Ross, always good to see you, man," Tripp says, lying. Without saying another word, Tripp walks away and proceeds to his table with the hostess.
"I get the feeling you and young Mr. McKay aren't exactly BFFs," Jillian says.
"I got no real problem with the guy. However, his granddaddy and my daddy were mortal enemies."
"Yeah, so I've heard."
"His comin' to Dallas so soon after his brother's death can't be no coincidence. And it can't mean good news for my family, especially if he's here on ol' Carter McKay's behalf. I wonder what that old bastard is up to sendin' his flunky grandson here."
Southfork....mid afternoon....
At Southfork that afternoon, Bobby, who is splitting his time between the ranch and Ewing Global these days, rides his horse out to the family cemetery. He gets off his horse, and walks over to the family graves with a small bouquet of flowers. He looks at the graves in the small fenced in burial plot - the grave of his mother, ELEANOR SOUTHWORTH EWING FARLOW 1915-2001. His grandmother, BARBARA SOUTHWORTH 1891-1953. And of course, J.R. EWING 1939-2013. Then Bobby turns his attention to the grave he actually came here to visit - that of his son. CHRISTOPHER MARK EWING 1981-2014, the inscription reads.
Bobby sighs deeply, then wipes a tear from his face as he looks at his son's grave. "Christopher," he says, his voice laced with sadness. "I miss you, son. Sometimes this still doesn't even seem real to me. Everything's such a mess right now. I sure could use you here by my side. You were more than my son. You were my best friend. And right now, son, I feel lost without you. I'd give anything to bring you back. To take your place in this grave, even. But I know that isn't possible. I may not be able to bring you back, son, but I can promise you one thing. I won't stop, and I won't rest until I hunt down and destroy the animals who did this to you. I don't care if it takes me the rest of my life. I will find Nicolas Trevino and whoever else is responsible for takin' you away from us. And that, Christopher, is my solemn promise. I love you, son. And I'll see ya tomorrow." Bobby starts to walk away, but he pauses and looks back at Christopher's grave. "Say hi to your Grandma for me. And to your Mom and April." A small hint of a smile crosses Bobby's lips, then he walks back to his horse, climbs on, and rides away.
Meanwhile....a long hallway in an unknown location
A man carrying a white plastic bag gets off an elevator in what appears to be a luxury hotel. He looks both ways down a long, deserted hallway, then makes his way down the hall to a room near the end. He looks over his shoulder, and sees a couple going into a room down the hall, near where he had gotten off the elevator. The man is George Tatangelo, the agent who had been Harris Ryland's man in the CIA handling the take-down of the Mendez-Ochoa Cartel. George again checks to see if anyone is coming. Then he slips a key into the slot, opens the door to a room, and walks in. He looks around the room.
"It's me," he says. "I brought some lunch."
Another man comes out of the bathroom.
"Hope you like seafood," says George. "I got us some shrimp and some scampi. And sweet tea to drink."
The other man remains silent as he walks to the window, curtains drawn, and looks out of a small opening in the curtains.
"Look, I know how hard this is for you," George continues. "But hopefully this will all be over soon."
"Soon?" The man asks, turning around to face George. "How soon?"
"It's me," he says. "I brought some lunch."
Another man comes out of the bathroom.
"Hope you like seafood," says George. "I got us some shrimp and some scampi. And sweet tea to drink."
The other man remains silent as he walks to the window, curtains drawn, and looks out of a small opening in the curtains.
"Look, I know how hard this is for you," George continues. "But hopefully this will all be over soon."
"Soon?" The man asks, turning around to face George. "How soon?"
"You know I can't answer that," George replies. "I understand how you feel. But you have GOT to lay low until we get these guys. ALL of them."
"You understand how I feel?" The other man asks, angry. "You have no idea how I feel. I sit here, day in and day out, while everyone I love thinks I'm dead. I'm tired of sitting around in this hotel room."
"I've got men working around the clock on this case," George says.
"Then put more men on it. I'm giving you two more weeks, Tatangelo. Find these guys who tried to kill me. Because one way or another, I'm goin' home. I'm goin' back to my family."
George looks at the man with a worried expression. The man he's looking at is none other than
"You understand how I feel?" The other man asks, angry. "You have no idea how I feel. I sit here, day in and day out, while everyone I love thinks I'm dead. I'm tired of sitting around in this hotel room."
"I've got men working around the clock on this case," George says.
"Then put more men on it. I'm giving you two more weeks, Tatangelo. Find these guys who tried to kill me. Because one way or another, I'm goin' home. I'm goin' back to my family."
George looks at the man with a worried expression. The man he's looking at is none other than
Christopher Ewing - very much alive!!!!