As Bobby and the others enter the house, Bobby pauses in the foyer and looks around. Then, without saying a word, he heads up the stairs as Ann and Sue Ellen and the rest watch. Sue Ellen puts an arm on Ann's shouler. "Aren't you going to go to him?" She asks.
"No," Ann replies. "Bobby needs this time to himself."
Upstairs, Bobby goes to his son Christopher's bedroom and walks in. Looking around the room, all he can see are reminders of his son. He walks over to the dresser. Atop the dresser is a framed photo of Christopher and his ex-girlfriend, Elena Ramos. Bobby picks the photo up and looks at it for a moment, tears streaming down his face. Bobby clutches the photo close to his chest as he breaks down....
"Thank you, Tracey, I really appreciate you bein' here," Bobby replies.
"Is there anything you need? Anything at all I can do?"
"No. Right now, I can't think of anything."
"John Ross, don't start," says Elena. "Please, not today. I loved Christopher and I have every right to be here to say goodbye."
"Love? You don't have a clue what that word means. All a lyin' thievin' whore like you knows how to do is use. You used all of us. So why don't you show some respect for my cousin's memory and for my Uncle Bobby and get the hell out of here." Without another word, John Ross turns and walks away, leaving Elena in tears as a sympathetic Pamela watches from nearby.
"I was just standing here, lost in my thoughts.
"And Bobby. I can't even imagine what he must be going through right now. I don't know what I would do if anything ever happened to Lucas, or Charlie."
"Hey, come on, now," says Ray. "You don't have to worry about that. Nothin's gonna happen to our kids."
Jenna sighs. "I'm sure Bobby thought the same thing about Christopher. You know, Ray, I can't help but think back to when Bobby and I were engaged. Christopher was just a small child then. I just can't believe he's gone."
"Yeah, me either," Ray says, embracing his wife.
Meanwhile, a young man enters the foyer through the front door. He looks to be in his mid-20s. He looks around at all the people, then makes his way into the living area. Ray, still embracing Jenna, notices the young man.
"Hey," he says to his wife. "Look who's here." Jenna looks up, sees the young man, and smiles. She and Ray move through the crowd and walk over to him. "Lucas," Ray says. "Glad you could make it, son. But we were gettin' a little worried. Thought you were gonna get here in time for the funeral."
"Sorry, Dad," says Lucas. "I got held up."
"Well, you're here now, and I'm so glad," Jenna says, greeting her son with a kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah, well, I wasn't sure I was gonna come at all."
"Oh? How come?" Asks Ray.
"Dad, I hardly knew Christopher. Haven't seen him since I was a kid."
Across the room, Bobby is chatting with his niece Lucy, and with Tracey McKay. When he looks up and spots Ray and Jenna talking to Lucas, a half-smile comes across his care-worn face. He politely excuses himself from the women and walks over to them.
"Lucas, I'm glad you could make it," Bobby says, shaking the young man's hand.
"Thanks, Uncle Bobby, I'm really sorry about your son.," Lucas says, a statement that seems to bother Bobby.
Bobby pauses a moment as he looks from Lucas to Ray and Jenna, then back to Lucas. "Thank you, Lucas, it's really great to see you. Maybe while you're here we can catch up. Ray and Jenna keep tellin' me how well you're doin' in business school. Excuse me. I'll talk to y'all later." Bobby turns and walks away from the three. Jenna watches sadly watches him go.
"I don't think I could sleep right now if I tried," he answers. "I can't rest until I track down the animals responsible for my son's death and make every one of them pay."
"You still think the Cartel is responsible?"
"Of course," Bobby snaps, turning to face her. "Who else? Who else would've had a motive for this?" Bobby walks across the room to the bedroom door.
"Where are you going?" Ann asks.
"I need to take a walk. Get some air."
Ann walks over to him. "Bobby, don't do this. Don't shut me. Not now when we need each other."
Bobby sighs. "Annie, I'm not shutting you out. I just need some time to myself. Time to think, and figure things out. Time to figure out how I'm gonna make this right and get justice for my son."
"I know you pretty well, Bobby Ewing," says Ann. "And I think it's more than that. I saw you talking to Lucas today."
"Yeah," Bobby says quickly. "My other son. The son who still has no idea that I'm his biological father. You know, Annie, when Lucas was a baby, I agreed to let Ray raise him as his own. After all, Ray was Jenna's husband and we didn't want Lucas to be confused about his identity growing up. I've thought about that decision a lot over the years, and now, I'm sure I made a huge mistake. Lucas is my son, Annie. I cheated myself out of ever really gettin' to know him. And I cheated him and Christopher out of ever developing a relationship as brothers. And now, Christopher's gone. It's too late."
"Annie, no. I need time to myself. I'm going for a walk. No need to wait up." Bobby grabs his coat, and leaves the room. After he's gone, Ann fights back tears, her heart breaking for the loss of a stepson she loved as her own child, and for the pain her husband was going through now.
"I've been working on it, but I figured you had other things on your mind right now, with Christopher's death. I know how close you two were, despite how much you use to fight."
"Yeah, well, nothin' I can do to bring my cousin back. I want you to step up your efforts, Bum. I want her found, ASAP."
"John Ross, why is this so important to you?" Bum asks. "I'd think finding some illegitimate child your father had would just be a painful reminder of all the times he cheated on your mother. It would especially be painful for Sue Ellen."
"Never mind that," John Ross snaps, putting on his sun glasses. "Let's just say I have my reasons. Find her, Bum. Next time I hear from you, I expect some good news." John Ross walks back to his car, gets in, and drives off as Bum watches.
"Ann?" Sue Ellen says.
"Oh, hi, Sue Ellen."
"I just came by to see how you and Bobby are doing."
Ann lets out a deep breath. "Well, to be perfectly honest, I'm not even sure how we're doin'. Sue Ellen, I'm so worried about Bobby. He won't talk to me. Just shuts me out when I try to console him."
"I think he just needs time," Sue Ellen says. "This is the hardest thing Bobby has ever had to deal with. Losing Jock, Miss Ellie, Pam, April, and J.R.....none of those even come close to his pain over losing Christopher."
A sympathetic Sue Ellen reaches out and touches Ann's shoulder, and the two women embrace.
"Thanks, Ray," Bobby says, walking into the room.
"How are you? Jenna and I, we were gonna come out to Southfork to see you and Ann later this afternoon."
"Well, I was in town and just decided to drop by."
Jenna walks into the room. "Bobby. Hello," she says.
"Hi, Jenna," Bobby greets. "Listen, I was hopin' we could talk. Is Lucas here?"
"No, he went out for a while," replies Jenna.
Ray and Jenna exchange uncomfortable glances. "What can we do for you, Bob?" Ray asks. "Would you like a drink or somethin'?"
"No, thank you, Ray. I'll get right to the point. Lucas is the reason I'm here."
"I don't understand," says Jenna.
"Ray, I am thinkin' clearly," Bobby says. "Lucas is my son, and it's time he finally knew that."
"No," Jenna says adamantly. "Bobby, we decided a long time ago, and you agreed, to let us raise Lucas and for Ray to be his father."
"Jenna, I know. But things are different now."
"Different how? Because Christopher is gone?" Jenna asks, frustrated. "Bobby you can't replace one son with another."
"That's not what I'm trying to do," says Bobby.
"Isn't it?" Jenna asks. "Then why now? Lucas is twenty-seven. Why, after all these years have you just now decided you made a mistake?"
"Look, I think we all just need to calm down," Ray says. "Bobby, you're hurt and you're grievin', we know that. But Lucas is our son. Mine and Jenna's. You've never been a part of his life."
Before Bobby can say anything else, Lucas walks in. He senses the tense atmosphere in the room between his parents and Bobby. "Hey, what's going on here?" He asks. "Uncle Bobby,how's it going?"
"Hello, Lucas," Bobby says. "I just dropped by to...."
"Bobby just dropped by to say hi," Jenna interrupts. "And he was just leaving."
Bobby hesitates a moment. "Yeah," he says. "I was just leavin'. Ray, Jenna, we'll talk later."
"Yeah, later," Ray says quietly. Bobby nods to Lucas, then leaves.
"Wow," Lucas says. "What was that all about?"
"Nothing," replies Jenna. "Bobby's just having a hard time right now."
"Hi, Mama," Elena says as she walks over and greets her mother with a hug.
"How are you, Ellie?" Carmen asks.
Elena sighs. "To tell you the truth, I'm not real sure how I am."
"I still cannot believe everything that has happened. "First your brother is killed. And then, Christopher. And Joaquin. Dear God, Ellie, what happened to him? What happened to that sweet boy we took in all those years ago in Mexico?"
"Mama, I wish I knew," says Elena.
"Have you spoken to him at all since he has been out of jail?"
Elena hesitates a moment before answering, her mind flashing back a few nights to a confrontation she had in this very room with Nicolas/Joaquin. A confrontation that ended with her shooting him twice.
"Ellie?" Carmen says, snapping her daughter out of her daydream.
"I'm sorry, Mama. No, I haven't talked to him," Elena lies.
"Are you all right? You look very pale, and not well at all."
"What do you expect? The other night I saw the only man I've ever truly loved killed in front of my eyes. And Nicolas, a man I cared for and trusted, turned out to be a criminal. Of course I'm not all right."
"I sense something more is wrong," says Carmen. "Elena please. Tell me the truth. I sense something very deeply is troubling you. Tell me what it is."
Elena looks at her mother. "I never could keep anything from you, could I?"
"No. Not since you were a very little girl. I could always tell when you were troubled, and when you were lying."
Elena starts to cry. She walks over and takes a seat on the sofa. Carmen follows.
"You're right, Mama," Elena says. "There is something I haven't told you."
"What is it, sweetheart?"
"I'm pregnant. Mama, I'm going to have a baby."
Carmen is stunned by the news. She takes a seat beside her daughter. "Ellie, are you sure?"
"Yes. I took a home pregnancy test, and then I went to see a doctor. I just got the results confirming it."
"Nicolas?" Carmen asks.
Elena looks at her mother and pauses. "Maybe. There's also a chance it could be John Ross's."
"What? John Ross?"
"Mama, that night, after Drew died, and you told me about that letter John Ross had. The letter J.R. wrote....."
"Elena, you didn't?" Carmen asks. "You slept with John Ross to get that letter?"
"Mama, I didn't feel I had any other choice," Elena says, standing. She walks to the window, then turns back to Carmen. "I had to get that letter and prove the Ewings framed Cliff Barnes for J.R.'s murder. There was no other way. And now, I don't know what I'm going to do."
Carmen stands and walks over to her daughter. "It is all right," she says, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "We will deal with this. Together."
Elena gently touches her mother's hand and smiles at her.
Southfork - Elena's cottage
John Ross stops by Elena's cottage at Southfork and finds the front door slightly ajar, Pamela inside packing her things. He stops at the door and watches her a moment.
"What are you doin'?" He asks.
"What does it look like? I'm leaving."
"Well. Leavin' for where?"
"Not that's any of your business," Pamela replies, continuing her packing. "But I"m moving back into town. After everything that's happened, I can't stay here any longer."
"There's no point now," Pamela says. "Bobby and Sue Ellen own Ewing Global. You have nothing, John Ross. Nothing left for me to take away from you."
"What the hell happened to us, Pamela?" John Ross asks. "When we got married, we were so in love."
Pamela stops her packing and looks at him. "What happened to us? You have the nerve to stand there and ask ME that? If you wanna know what happened, all you have to do is go take a long, hard look in the mirror, John Ross. Because YOU are what happened to us. You swore to me that you would never mess around on me, and you broke that promise when you screwed around with Emma, someone I thought was my friend. Then you lost the company my father spent years building not once, but twice."
"Haven't you punished me enough by sleepin' with that creep Nasir? I have lost everything, Pamela. I lost Ewing Global, I destroyed our marriage and now I've lost Christopher. Don't walk out on me now. I need you."
"You still hate me this much?" John Ross asks. "Even after everything? After Christopher....."
"What does Christopher have to do with anything?"
"He was my best friend, Pamela. My family. Sure, we fought a lot, but I loved him like a brother. And he's gone now." John Ross chokes back tears. "I need.....I need you in my life, Pamela. I know I messed up, big time. And you paid me back with that little romp in the sack with Nasir. But I am willin' to try to make everything up to you, even if it takes the rest of my life to do it."
Pamela zips her suitcase shut and picks it up. "I believe you really mean that," she says.
"I do mean it."
"I know. Only problem is, you mean it right now. But what about a month from now? Six months? A year? Will you still mean it then, John Ross? Or will it be some other whore you're out screwing, or some other betrayal? I'm done, John Ross. This marriage is done." Without saying another word, Pamela breezes by him and walks out. A tear falls down John Ross's cheek.
The Ryland Home...
"Emma," Judith calls to her. "Could you come in here a moment, please?"
Emma pauses in the foyer for a moment, then walks into the living room. "Yes, Grandmother. What do you want?"
Judith stands from her seat and walks over to the girl. "Is there anything you would like to tell me, sweetheart? Or talk to me about?"
"Oh, I don't know. You just seem very....different....since you came home. Not like yourself at all, and I'm worried."
"Grandmother, everything is fine," Emma says.
"Oh my God, are you kidding me?" Emma snaps. "Of course something happened to me in Mexico. I was kidnapped and terrified for my life, and none of that would've happened if you and Daddy hadn't gotten us involved with the Mendez-Ochoa Cartel in the first place."
"Emma, I am so sorry for the hell you went through. If I could, I would undo everything."
"Well, you can't. And I don't wanna talk about it anymore."
"Sweetheart, I want to make this up to you somehow," says Judith.
"How?" Emma asks.
"Well, as you know, I have recently been appointed as the new railroad commissioner, which means that I won't be able to actively participate in the business at Ryland Transport anymore. And your father, well, he's busying himself with other things these days. So that leaves you. Emma, I want you to run the company."
"What? You want ME to run Ryland Transport?"
"Of course. You're the logical choice as my heir."
"I....I don't know what to say."
Judith smiles. "Say you accept my offer."
"Of course. Of course, I accept."
"Good," Judith says. "And I know you'll take Ryland to new heights."
"I thought you would've come to bed a couple of hours ago," she says.
"I can't sleep," he says. "I didn't wanna wake you, so I came down here to work."
"Work on what?" Ann asks, walking over to him. "Bobby you've got me worried. Ever since the other night you've barely said ten words to me. To anyone, really. You're not sleeping. What is it you're working on?"
"Bobby, the police are doin' everything they can to find out who killed Christopher. Why don't you let them do their job?"
"I don't exactly trust the police to put all their energy into this, Annie. I want my son's killers found, and punished."
"I understand what you're going through....."
"No, Ann, you don't," Bobby interrupts. "I know how much you loved Christopher, but he wasn't your son. You don't know what I'm goin' through."
Ann chokes back tears. "Okay, you're right, I don't. I can't even imagine what it's like to lose a child through death. But I do know what it's like to lose one. When Emma was kidnapped, I went through pure hell. For years, I went through hell. Not knowin' if she was alive or dead. So, in a way, I can relate. Bobby, if you'd only talk to me. Share with me what you're feelin'. Maybe I can help."
"No one can help," Bobby says. "The only thing that will help me is seein' Nicolas Trevino, or Joaquin Reyes or whatever his name is, and everyone else responsible for my son's death pay, and pay dearly."
"I don't wanna watch you become lost, Bobby, and so obsessed with revenge that you forget about everything else."
"Really?" Ann asks. "From what I see, you already have."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You've already become so obsessed with finding out who did this that you haven't even taken time to grieve properly for Christopher. Bobby, I haven't even seen you shed a tear. Instead you've been walking around here like a zombie, shutting me out when we need to be sharing this tragedy."
"I am NOT shutting you out."
"What would you call it, then? If you're not shutting me out, then talk to me. Tell me what you're feeling."
My son was just MURDERED," Bobby snaps. "How the hell do you think I"m feeling? Talking about it won't make me feel better and it certainly won't bring Christopher back. But hunting down and punishing the sons of bitches who killed him will bring me and my son some justice. And maybe help Christopher rest a little more peacefully." Without another word, Bobby puts down his drink and storms out of the room, leaving Ann frustrated yet again.
Ewing Global....the next day
"Come in," she hears him say.
Sue Ellen walks into the office. "Bobby, hello," she says.
"Mornin', Sue Ellen."
"What are you doing here?"
"I work here, remember?" Bobby asks, half jokingly.
"I only meant, well, I'm a little surprised to see you come back to work so soon. I thought you'd have taken more time. After all, it's only been a few days."
"Right now, the one thing I need is to stay busy. I have a lot of work to do here that I've gotten behind on. And we also have to deal with our new railroad commissioner."
"I can handle Judith Ryland," Sue Ellen says. "Bobby, you need to take some time...."
"Sue Ellen, I appreciate your concern. But like I said, I need to stay busy. Besides, with Ann hovering over me so much at Southfork, I can get a lot more done here than at home."
"Ann loves you. She's worried."
"Bobby, I've known you for a lot of years," says Sue Ellen. "I think I know you well enough to know that you're not fine."
"Sue Ellen, I said I'm fine. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a lot of work to catch up on here."
Sue Ellen looks at Bobby as he starts looking through some papers on his desk. She knows there is no point in trying to talk to him any more right now. Like all the Ewing men, Bobby is stubborn. Without another word, she turns and walks out of the office. After she's gone, Bobby stops what he's doing and looks at a framed photo of Christopher on his desk. He struggles to hold back the tears.
An outdoor cafe in Dallas
"Hey, why don't you watch where you're going?" She angrily asks, bending down to pick up her phone.
"I'm really sorry about that. I was just a little distracted. But then again, so were you," he says.
"Look at my phone. It's ruined!" Emma says. "Damn!"
"Look, I'm really sorry. I'll be happy to pay for the damage."
"This is a $600 phone."
"No problem," Lucas says.
"Hey, wait, don't I know you?" Emma asks.
"I don't think so. Believe me, I'd remember if I ever met a pretty girl like you."
"Well, we didn't exactly meet," Emma says. "I saw you at Southfork the other day. I left early, so you probably didn't see me."
"Southfork?" Lucas asks. "Yeah, I was there. My cousin just died."
"Your cousin? Christopher was your cousin?"
"That's right. I'm Lucas Krebbs. Bobby is my uncle."
Emma smiles. "Wow, what a small world. Bobby Ewing just happens to be my stepfather."
"No kidding? So you're Ann's daughter?"
"Yes. Emma Ryland," she replies, holding out her hand to shake his.
"Pleasure to meet you, Emma Ryland. Again, I'm very sorry about your phone, and I'd be happy to pay for a new one."
"Thanks, but that won't be necessary. It was as much my fault as it was yours. I wasn't looking where I was going, either."
As Emma and Lucas chat, John Ross arrives. He stops for a moment when he sees his cousin talking to Emma. He takes off his sunglasses, puts them into his coat pocket, and walks over. "Well, well. What have we here?" He asks.
"Hi, John Ross," Lucas greets.
"Lucas. I see you've met Emma."
"Yeah, just now. We bumped into each other."
"Is that a fact?" John Ross asks.
"Well, Emma, it was real nice meeting you," Lucas says. "Sorry it was under these circumstances. Like I said, I'll gladly pay for the damage to your phone."
"Thanks, Lucas, but it's fine," says Emma.
"Well, I guess I'd better be going. John Ross, nice seeing you again. Maybe we can catch up before I leave Dallas with my folks."
"Yeah, you bet," John Ross says.
Lucas flashes Emma a smile, then turns and walks away.
"What was that all about?" John Ross asks Emma.
"We bumped into each other and my phone broke. Which wouldn't have happened if you had been on time. John Ross I've been waiting for half an hour."
"Sorry, Emma. I got busy," he says. "I been workin' on findin' out more about that secret your old man discovered about my old man."
"Any luck?" Emma asks.
"Not yet. But if I do have a sister, I will find her."
"No, Dad, it's me," Lucas calls back.
Ray walks into the living room of the suite. "Lucas, didn't expect you back so soon."
"Well, I'd done about as much sight seeing as I wanted. Where's Mom?"
"She's having lunch with Sue Ellen. Catchin' up on old times."
Lucas looks into the bedroom and sees Ray's open suitcase on the bed, half way packed. "Getting packed to leave?"
"Yeah. I figured it was high time the Krebbs clan got back home."
Lucas hesitates a moment, then walks over to the window and looks out. "You know, Dad, I was thinking."
"Thinking about what?" Ray asks.
Lucas turns back to Ray. "I was thinking about maybe sticking around Dallas for a few more days."
Ray is taken aback by his son's words. "Oh? Why?"
"Well, after all, I was born here. I haven't spent a whole lot of time in Dallas. Only been here maybe three times my whole life. I'd kinda like to get to know the city. Get to know my relatives here. Uncle Bobby, Aunt Ann, Sue Ellen, and my cousin John Ross."
"Well, we have our own lives. You have to get back to graduate school."
Lucas smiles. "Dad, I'm not talking about moving here. I'd just like to stay in Dallas a few more days. Kinda get to know my roots a little. And, some of the people here."
"Some of the people?" Ray asks.
"Yeah. Dad, how much do you know about Emma Ryland?"
"Emma Ryland? Ann's daughter?"
"Yeah," replies Lucas.
"Can't say I really know anything about her. Only met her once, at John Ross's weddin' to Pamela Barnes. Why are you askin' about Emma?"
"I bumped into her downtown a little while ago. Seems like a real interesting girl. Real pretty, too."
Ray sighs. "Yeah, she's pretty, all right. But do you think it's a good idea, gettin' attached to Dallas, or to anybody here? Especially a woman?"
"Maybe not," Lucas says. "But, I still think I'll hang around for another few days. I don't have to be back at grad school for a couple more weeks anyway. No need for you and Mom to stay. I'll be fine. You guys just go on home."
A look of grave concern crosses Ray's face as he watched Lucas go into his bedroom and close the door. Ray wonders if it was a big mistake bringing his family back to Dallas after all these years.
The Ryland Home....that night
"Can I help you?" Harris asks.
"Yes, umm, is Emma home?" Lucas asks.
"Maybe. Who the hell are you?"
"Lucas?" Comes Emma's voice from atop the stairs. She comes down the stairs and into the foyer. "What are you doing here?" She asks. "How did you find out where I live?"
Lucas smiles. "It wasn't that hard. May I come in?"
"Sure," Emma replies, Harris giving Lucas a dirty look. Emma gives her father a dirty look right back, and after a brief hesitation, Harris leaves the two alone and returns to the living room.
"Your father?" Lucas asks.
"Yeah, unfortunately. Please, come in."
Lucas walks into the house. "I wanted to apologize again for busting your phone. And, if you'll let me, I"ll pay for it."
"Oh, not necessary," says a smiling Emma as she takes a new Iphone from her pocket. "Already got a new one."
Lucas laughs slightly. "Don't waste any time, do you?"
"Well, hey, umm, I'm gonna be staying on in Dallas for a few days. You free tomorrow? Maybe we could grab some lunch or something."
Emma smiles. "Yeah, as a matter of fact, I think I am free for lunch."
"Great. Why don't I pick you up here at around 12:30?"
"Sounds good," Emma says. "And, if you're free the rest of the afternoon, maybe we could go out to Southfork and go riding. That is, if you know how to ride a horse."
"Are you kidding?" Lucas asks. "I was practically raised on a horse. My Dad taught me everything he knows, which is a lot. I even competed in a couple of amateur rodeos."
"Well, then, lunch, and then riding at Southfork."
"I'll see you tomorrow.," Lucas says. He smiles at Emma, and starts to leave, but then he turns back to her. "Umm, I have to ask this. Is there anything going on between you and my cousin John Ross?"
"Of course not," Emma replies nervously. "Not anymore. John Ross is a married man."
Lucas smiles broadly. "Good," he says, then leaves. After he's gone, a smiling Emma starts to head back upstairs, but Harris comes in from the living room.
"Who was that boy?" He asks.
"Not that it's any of your business, Daddy, but that was Lucas Krebbs."
"Krebbs? As in....Ray Krebbs, Bobby Ewing's brother?"
"Lucas is Ray's son," Emma says.
"Look, sweetheart, I know you're not real happy with me right now. But you gotta know, I do love you more'n anything. I went through pure hell when you were bein' held in Mexico by those Cartel animals. Now, do you think it's real wise, after what happened with John Ross, for you to get involved with another Ewing?"
"Lucas is a Krebbs."
Emma looks at her father. "This may sound strange, but I do know you love me in your own weird, twisted way. But that doesn't give you the right to say who I can and can't see. I let you get away with that when I was seeing Drew, but never again." Without another word to her father, Emma turns and heads up the stairs.
Dallas...the next day
"You're five minutes late," John Ross says.
"Sorry, I had to drive all the way across town. If you hadn't hung up so fast I would've told you I couldn't make it here in fifteen minutes."
"Never mind all that. What've you got for me?"
Bum reaches through the open window of his truck and brings out a file. He hands it to John Ross, who opens it.
"The girl's mother," replies Bum.
"Kimberly Cryder....why does that name sound so familiar to me?"
"It should. Kimberly Cryder's father was a man named Dr. Herbert Styles, the founder of Westar Oil. Your father had an affair with Kimberly about 26 years ago, when he was tryin' to gain control of Westar after Jeremy Wendell stepped down temporarily as CEO of Westar and left the company in the hands of Kimberly's husband, Wilson Cryder. But J.R.'s takeover of Westar was thwarted by Kimberly....and your mother. Kimberly was pregnant with J.R.'s child and never told him. Not that I can blame her after the way they parted company. Anyway, to make a long story short, Kimberly and Wilson Cryder divorced, Carter McKay became head of Westar and remained so for the next several years, until J.R. managed to unseat him as CEO. Later, after J.R. lost the company, it went through a number of CEOs until Kimberly returned to Dallas in 2009 and bought back enough stock in the company to own controlling interest. Not long before he died, J.R. found out about Kimberly's daughter. I remember he had asked me to look into Kimberly Cryder's activities since she left Dallas back in the late 80s. He wouldn't tell me why. Said I'd know soon enough. Then he found out he had the cancer, and the Cryder investigation took a back seat to everything else. My guess is J.R. wanted some kind of leverage over Kimberly to maybe get some of her Westar stock from her."
"So what about the girl?" John Ross asks. "My half-sister. Where is she now?"
"Now THAT, you're not gonna believe. She's right here in Dallas. In fact, she has an office at Westar."
John Ross pauses a moment, then smiles. "I'll be damned. So that's why J.R. wanted to find his daughter. So he could get a foot in the door at Westar again."
"Looks that way," says Bum. "Anything else you want me to do?"
"No, Bum. Thanks. I'll take it from here."
"Bobby, we have to talk to you," Jenna says.
"Sounds serious," Bobby says.
"It is," adds Ray. "It's about Lucas."
"What about him? Have you finally decided to tell him the truth?"
"No," Jenna says as Ann enters the room. "Bobby, Lucas has decided he wants to stay in Dallas for a few more days. Says he wants to get to know you and the rest of the family better."
"Well, that's good," says Bobby.
"Jenna and I don't think it's a good idea," Ray says. "But Lucas is an adult, so we can't stop him. All we can do is ask you......"
"Bobby, we have to ask you not to say anything to Lucas about his paternity," Jenna says, interrupting Ray.
"Jenna, I can't promise you that."
"Bobby would never do anything to hurt Lucas," Ann interjects. "And you both know that."
"Ann, this doesn't concern you, so why don't you just stay out of it?" Jenna says angrily.
"Look, I think we all need to just calm down here," Ray suggests. "Bobby, you agreed a long time ago that Lucas would be raised as my son, not yours."
"Yes, I did, Ray. But after seein' Lucas the other day and hearin' him call me 'Uncle Bobby', it made me realize what a big mistake I made back then, not acknowledging Lucas as my son."
While the four continue arguing in Bobby's office, Lucas and Emma arrive and walk into the living room through the sliding glass doors from the patio. "Well, I"m sure Ann and Bobby are here," Emma says. "Both their cars were out back. Maybe they're upstairs."
As the two proceed into the foyer, they hear angry voices coming from Bobby's office. They stop abruptly, and listen as Bobby, Ray, Jenna, and Ann continue their heated discussion.
"Bobby, this isn't up for debate," Jenna says angrily. "I will not have you telling my son the truth about his birth."
"Bobby, I'm sorry for your loss," Ray adds. "Jenna and I both loved Christopher, you know that. But you can't replace Christopher with Lucas."
"I am gettin' sick and tired of bein' told that's what I'm tryin' to do," Bobby snaps. "I am not trying to replace Christopher. I just want Lucas to know the truth about who he really is. Ray, you've done an excellent job in raising that boy. I'm not denying that. Maybe you've even done a better job that I could, but Ray, you're NOT Lucas's father. I am, and he has a right to know that!"
Listening from the foyer, Lucas is completely blown away by what he just heard. Emma's mouth drops open in shock as she looks at Lucas.
"As far as I'm concerned, this subject is closed!" Jenna yells.
Unable to take hearing anymore, Lucas turns and quickly heads through the living room and out of the patio doors. Emma pauses a moment, then follows. Outside, Lucas stops. Emma catches up to him.
"Lucas, are you all right?" Emma asks, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Look, maybe you should go in there and talk to them," Emma suggests.
"No. I never wanna see or talk to any of them, ever again." Lucas runs out to the rental car he drove to Southfork. Emma follows and gets into the passenger seat. Lucas starts the car and he and Emma quickly speed away, Lucas's life now changed forever...