Forest Park Medical Center
Later....
"I'm here," she says. "Why did you wanna see me?" "It's about Emma," Bobby replies. "Has she taken a turn for the worse?" "Yes. She needs blood, and surgery." "I'm sorry to hear that, but what does that have to do with me?" Pamela asks. "Because right now, you're probably the only person in the world who can save her." |
"When you hear what I have to tell you, then you'll understand."
Pamela looks at him with a puzzled expression.
Outside Forest Park Medical Center...
"I can't believe what you're telling me," she says.
"I'm afraid it's true. Ann told me a little while ago, and I'm as shocked as you are."
"My God. Ann, and my father. Emma is my half-sister?"
"Yes, Pamela," Bobby says. "Look, I know this is hard to comprehend right now, and I realize this is a lot to ask given your history with Emma. But I'm asking you to get tested. To see if you're a suitable match to be a blood donor. And possibly, if worse comes to worse.....a kidney donor."
Pamela looks at Bobby for a moment, then stands, walking a few feet, then stopping. "Bobby, I don't know. How can you ask me this, after what Emma did to me?"
Bobby stands and walks over to her. "I understand. I realize Emma has done some terrible things. Pamela, I'm asking this for Ann."
Pamela turns and looks at him.
Bobby continues: "Emma is her entire world. It would kill her to lose her daughter now. And knowing what you now know....that Emma is your half-sister....can you really just sit by and watch her die, when you could save her?"
"Don't do this to me, Bobby. Don't try to make me feel guilty."
"Honey, that's not what I'm tryin' to do."
Pamela looks at Bobby and sighs. "What if I'm not a match? What then?"
Bobby remains silent for a moment. "I don't know. If you're not a good match, then we only have one option left. And I pray to God that's not an option we have to use."
Westar Oil...
"Thank you, Melissa. Send her in, please," Jillian says. Jillian stands from her chair behind her desk and walks over to meet her mother as Kimberly Stiles Cryder walks in. "Mom," I'm happy you came by," Jillian says, greeting her mother with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I was just about to leave in a few minutes. I can take you to dinner. My treat."
The smile disappears from Jillian's face. "Wow. Word travels fast. How did you hear about that?"
"Daughter, even though I made you CEO, I'm still the largest stockholder in Westar, and I make it a point to know everything that goes on here."
"Mom, I hired John Ross as a consultant, because I'm new to the oil business and pretty inexperienced. John Ross knows the business."
"But of all the experienced people in the oil business, why on earth did you have to choose the son of J.R. and Sue Ellen Ewing?"
"Because he was the only person to come to me and offer to help."
"Jillian, you didn't need any outside help," Kimberly says. "Honey, I've told you, if you have any questions or concerns, I'm available. Just because I'm retired from Westar doesn't mean I've forgotten everything I know about how to run an oil company. And you have an entire board of directors who can help."
"I know that," says Jillian. "But Mom, I didn't want to bother you. You need to concentrate on your treatments right now, and getting well. And as far as the board goes, they're part of the reason I hired John Ross. Those old cows on the board are the last people I'd ever go to for help or advice. They already think I'm too young and inexperienced to be sitting in this office. The board need never know of my business arrangement with John Ross Ewing."
"Jillian...."
"Mother, I know what I'm doing. Now, let's go to dinner. I'm famished." Jillian grabs her jacket.
"You are making a big mistake getting involved with John Ross Ewing."
"Do you know John Ross?" Jillian asks.
"No."
"Then how can you say I'm making a mistake?"
"Because if John Ross is ANYTHING like his parents, and I'm sure he is, then nothing good can come of him working here," Kimberly says.
The hospital....later
"Pamela, hello," Ann says.
"Ann, Bobby told me everything," says Pamela.
"Everything?"
Meanwhile.... | "Yes. I know that my father....is also Emma's father. I was just tested to be if I'm a match, if Emma needs a kidney." Ann's heart is filled with hope for the first time in several hours. "Pamela, thank you!" Ann says. She grabs Pamela and hugs her tightly. Then, she looks at Bobby and silently lips "Thank you." His face emotionless, Bobby nods his head, then turns and walks away without a word to her. Ann's heart breaks as she watches him walking down the long hallway. |
Then her cell phone rings. She picks it up and sees that it's her mother, Carmen, calling. She answers, "Hello, Mama. No, I'm fine. Aunt Louisa is fine. I know. I wish you were here, too. Mama, why don't you come down here? I could sure use the company, it gets awful lonely here, rambling around in this apartment all by myself." Elena stands and walks across the room.
Elsewhere in Mexico....
Back in Dallas....
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Pamela says.
"It's all right."
"You must be exhausted. Can I get you anything?"
"No. I'm fine. You didn't have to come back."
"It's okay. I started to go home, but then, I wanted to check on you. I ran into Bobby. He's downstairs."
Ann nods. "Yeah. He doesn't really wanna be around me right now."
"He's angry about....."
"About Cliff being Emma's father," Ann interrupts. "But even more than that, he's angry because I didn't tell him about that night with Cliff."
"Why didn't you tell him?" Pamela asks.
Ann looks at her. "It happened so long ago," she says after a moment. "Years before I met Bobby. And, after Bobby and I got married, I knew the history of the feud between the two families. Telling him would've served no purpose. But now, lookin' back, I see I made a huge mistake."
Dr. Reeves walks into the room. "Mrs. Ewing," he says. Ann and Pamela both stand and walks over to him.
"Dr. Reeves, what is it?"
"I'm afraid I have more bad news," the doctor says. "We have the results back from Pamela's tests. And, unfortunately, she would not be a perfect match for Emma. I'm very sorry."
Ann starts to cry. "What are you saying?"
"Emma's time is running out. Both kidneys are starting to shut down. We can keep them functioning for a while, but not for long. If we don't get another kidney within the next 72 hours, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do. I'm very sorry. Were it not for her rare blood type, and other genetic factors, finding a suitable donor would not be an issue."
Ann cries uncontrollably as Pamela comforts her.
Later....
"And?"
"Damn," Bobby says in disappointment.
"Bobby, I think you know what we have to do."
Bobby looks at her for a moment.
"I still have my father's pardon," Pamela continues. "I guess it's time I used it."
"Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"I'll have to be," she says. "Are you?"
Bobby sighs. "I'll have to be, too. But when Cliff gets out, this whole feud is gonna start all over again," he says, a look of grave concern on his face.
A couple of minutes later....outside...
Morning....
"Hey, what the hell?" The startled man asks.
"Just keep quiet," Bum tells him, pulling a hand gun on him. "Stay calm and you won't get hurt."
"Just who the hell are you?"
At that moment, John Ross gets into the backseat of the car. "I think the question here is....who the hell are YOU?" John Ross says. "And why have you been followin' me?"
"Following you? Look, I don't know who you are. I haven't been following you."
"The hell you haven't," John Ross says angrily, grabbing the man by the shirt from behind. "Then how come everywhere I go, there you are?"
"Look, I have no idea what you're talking about, I....."
"Who hired you?" John Ross asks. "And it would be in your best interest to tell the truth, because my friend here has an itchy trigger finger. And he's just dyin' for a chance to try out his new pistol."
The man looks at Bum, then back at John Ross. He sighs. "All right. My name is Peter Denning. I'm a private investigator."
"Who hired you?" John Ross asks.
"Your wife. Pamela Ewing."
"Thank you, Mr. Denning," says John Ross. He takes an envelope out of his pocket and gives it to Denning. "Here's a thousand. Now, this is a little incentive for you to back off. If that isn't enough, my friend here, who's also a private investigator, knows how to find you, and he would just love to pay you another little visit."
Denning looks at Bum, who's smiling as he's pointing the gun at him.
"Okay. Don't worry. You won't see me again," Denning says.
John Ross smiles. "Good. I'm countin' on that. Bum, let's get outta here." John Ross and Bum get out of the car. Denning quickly drives off.
"Want me to tail him? Make sure he keeps his word?" Bum asks.
"Nah, I think Mr. Denning got the message. Well, how 'bout I buy you a cup of coffee, Bum?"
"Sounds great," replies Bum.
Meanwhile....
"Pammy," Cliff says. "I must say I'm very surprised to see you back here, after you left me here to rot."
"I had no intention of coming back," Pamela says.
"I need to tell you something, Daddy. And I have a favor to ask."
"Favor?" Cliff asks. "What kind of favor?"
"I still have your pardon, Daddy," says Pamela. "And I'm prepared to use it to get you out of here. But there is a condition. A price."
"I figured as much. What is it?"
"Do you remember Emma Ryland?" Pamela asks.
"Sure. Harris Ryland and Ann Ewing's daughter. What about her? And what does she have to do with my pardon?"
"Emma was in a very serious accident the other night. She's in the hospital. And she needs a kidney."
"So?" Cliff asks.
"You're the only one who can help her."
"I'm the only one who can help her? How so? Pammy, you're not making any sense."
"Daddy, you have another daughter."
Cliff's mouth drops open in shock. "Another daughter?" He asks.
"Yes. Emma Ryland is your daughter."
"What are you talking about? That's the craziest thing I've ever heard."
"It's true," Pamela says. "You and Ann Ewing spent one night together, many years ago. You met her in a bar when you were drunk."
"I don't re....."
"I know. You don't remember. Think back. You woke up, and Ann was making you breakfast."
Cliff is silent for a moment as he lets his mind travel back in time, more than twenty-five years. And a fuzzy memory begins to come to him. "Oh my God," he says. "I was living at my old condo. I came downstairs one morning and this woman was.....she came out of my kitchen. She told me we met the night before in a bar. Hell, I thought she was crazy. She wanted to move in. I had no idea. I never even knew her name."
"Well, now you know. Daddy, Emma really needs a kidney. Urgently. I need your decision."
"A kidney transplant?" Cliff asks. "So, that's the deal? I give this girl one of my kidneys, and I get out of this hellhole?"
"That's the deal," replies Pamela.
"Isn't that kinda dangerous? Pammy, I'm not a young man. I could die from this."
"You could save a young woman's life. Your DAUGHTER. And wouldn't you much rather die a free man....a man who finally did something decent to make up for all the terrible things you've done? Or would you rather stay in here, and die with not only the lives of your grandchildren on your conscience, but also the life of your daughter?"
Pamela sighs. "I'll get your pardon to the authorities. You should be able to return with me to Dallas in a few hours."
Back in Dallas....Forest Park Medical Center
"I have nothin' to say to you."
"Annie, please. I'm really sorry for everything. If I could change it all, I would."
"You can't, Harris," Ann says angrily.
"For what it's worth, I always loved Emma as if she were my own. I never treated her any different than if she were mine," Harris says.
"Yes you did. You used her as a weapon against me. To hurt me for cheatin' on you. I'll never forgive you for all the pain you caused me, Harris. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to see my daughter. Alone."
Harris looks at her sadly. Without saying another word, he walks past Ann and down the hall. Ann walks over to the window and looks in at Emma, at all the tubes extending from her. She starts to cry. Down the hall, Bobby comes through the double doors leading out of the trauma unit. He pauses when he sees Ann. Then he approaches her.
"How is she?" Bobby asks.
"The same. I'm gonna lose her, Bobby."
"No, you're not."
"Pamela was our last option. And she wasn't a perfect match," Ann cries.
"Pamela wasn't the last option," says Bobby. "Ann, I just got off the phone with Pamela. She went to Mexico early this morning, to see Cliff."
"Why?"
"Pamela has Cliff's pardon. He's Emma's father. Which means he should be a good match for a kidney transplant. Provided both of his kidneys are healthy."
"Bobby, are you telling me that Cliff is gonna donate a kidney to Emma?"
"If he wants to ever get out of prison, he will."
"Oh my God. Bobby, was this your idea?" Ann asks.
"Pamela and I both agreed that this was the only choice."
Ann looks at him, tears in her eyes, and smiles. "Bobby, thank you!" She says, hugging him. "Thank you."
"Everything's gonna be okay," Bobby tells her.
Westar Oil....
"Thank you, Melissa," Jillian says, sitting at her desk. "Send Mr. Ewing in." Jillian stands from her seat as John Ross walks into the office.
"Good morning, Miss Cryder," he says.
"Mr. Ewing. How are your cousin and your friend?"
"My cousin's doin' just fine. My friend.....not so good."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Jillian says. "Is there anything I can do?"
"As a matter of fact, there is," John Ross says. "You can get those contracts out for me to sign. I'm ready to go to work helpin' you put Westar back on top." "I have them on my desk. But before we sign, I have to tell you that my mother isn't very happy about me bringing a Ewing into Westar." John Ross smiles. "That doesn't surprise me. From what I hear, she and my father didn't exactly part comp'ny on the best of terms. But that has nothin' to do with us. We shouldn't let a little tift our parents had a generation ago affect our workin' relationship." Jillian smiles. "I agree. However, I can't help but wonder if my mother is right. That the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Promise me I'm not making a huge mistake in bringing you into this company." |
"Somehow, for some unexplained reason, I feel like I can trust you. But if I find out later that I can't trust you, or if you make me regret this decision.....I'll make YOU regret ever hearing the name Westar."
John Ross chuckles. "Fair enough. Now, why don't we get a couple witnesses in here, sign those contracts, and then I'll take you to lunch."
"You have a deal," says Jillian with a smile.
Avanti Restaurant, Fountain Place, Dallas....
"I'm so glad you joined me for lunch, Jenna" Sue Ellen says.
"Thank you for asking me, Sue Ellen. It was delicious."
"I figured you needed some time away from that hospital."
"You're right, I did," says Jenna. "You know, I had forgotten what a beautiful city Dallas is."
"You should come back more often," Sue Ellen says.
Jenna sighs. "Not sure if that's such a good idea."
"Jenna, you and I have known each other a very long time. Mind if I ask something?"
"Of course not."
Sue Ellen stops walking and turns to her friend. "Are you still in love with Bobby, even after all these years?"
"Why would you ask me that?"
"Ann and I overheard part of your conversation with Bobby the other day," Sue Ellen says.
"I see," Jenna says.
"From the sound of it, you haven't gotten over Bobby, or over his leaving you to marry Pam."
Jenna sighs. "I honestly thought I put my feelings for Bobby to rest years ago. But seeing how hurt he was when Christopher died, and now going through this with Lucas. Bobby was my first love. The true love of my life. Does that sound horrible?"
Sue Ellen shakes her head. "Not at all."
"Sue Ellen, I love Ray very deeply. He's a wonderful man, and he's been a good father to both Charlie and Lucas. My love for him is very different from the way I feel about Bobby. I"m not even sure if that's still love. Maybe, a nostalgia. Maybe seeing Bobby again, maybe it reminds me of when I was young. Maybe it's even a feeling of wondering what might have been if Bobby and I had gotten married when we were supposed to."
"Jenna, I do understand," says Sue Ellen. "But Bobby is your past. What you two had ended a long, long time ago. There comes a time in life when we all have to let go of something."
"You're right. As soon as Lucas is recovered and well enough to travel, it's best if Ray, Lucas, and I leave Dallas and go home. For good."
Forest Park Medical Center....afternoon
An angry look crosses Bobby's face upon seeing Cliff's face and hearing his voice. "Cliff," he says, coldly.
"Mr. Barnes, are you ready to begin the testing?" Dr. Reeves asks.
"Ready as I'll ever be," replies Cliff.
"Fine. Come with me and we'll get started."
Cliff follows Dr. Reeves, but before they leave the room, Ann puts her hand on Cliff's shoulder and stops him. "Thank you," she says quietly. "Thank you."
"Emma's my daughter," says Cliff. "She'll be fine." Cliff smiles, and looks at Bobby. "Sure feels good to be a free man again," he says with a smug smile, then follows Dr. Reeves out of the room.
Ewing Global...
"I am rather busy," she says. "But not too busy to spare a few minutes for my son. How are you, John Ross? I know how worried you've been about Emma."
"Well, I could certainly could use some of that. What is it?" Sue Ellen asks.
"You are lookin' at the newest employee of Westar Oil."
Sue Ellen's eyes widen with surprise. "Westar?"
"That's right. I just signed a contract earlier today to be a consultant for Westar's new, young CEO, Jillian Cryder. I'm sure you remember her mother, Kimberly Cryder."
"John Ross, if this is a joke, it isn't funny in the least."
"No joke, Mama. You and Uncle Bobby may have stolen Ewing Global right out from under me, but, just like my Daddy, I bounce right back on my feet. Get ready for a little competition, Mama. Jillian and I are gonna take Westar right back to the top. No hard feelin's. It's just business." Without another word, John Ross turns and walks out of his mother's office, leaving Sue Ellen still in shock, and a little angry.
Forest Park Medical Center....
"Dr. Reeves," Ann says. "Have you gotten Cliff's test results?"
"Yes, Mrs. Ewing. And from all indications, Mr. Barnes is a perfect match."
"OH, thank God," Ann says, breathing a sigh of relief.
"This is Dr. Regan," Reeves says, introducing the man, "And Dr. Hennessy," introducing the female doctor. "Dr. Regan will be performing the surgery, and Dr. Hennessy will assist."
"The surgery will take several hours," Regan, a man of about fifty, says. "I suggest you all get comfortable."
"We need to get started immediately," says Dr. Hennessy, an attractive woman with dark hair in her forties. "We'll keep you updated periodically."
"Doctor, what about Cliff's age?" Bobby asks. "Will that be a factor in the transplant?"
"No," replies Dr. Regan. "Mr. Barnes is in remarkably good health for a man of almost seventy. We did find some very early beginnings of liver disease, which is not uncommon for a man his age who has consumed a good amount of alcohol in his lifetime, but, fortunately for us, both of his kidneys appear to be healthy. Barring any complications, and provided Emma's body doesn't reject the new kidney, Mrs. Ewing, your daughter should be able to live a long and productive life."
"And once we're sure her body isn't rejecting the transplant," adds Dr. Hennessy, "then we treat her secondary condition, Neurofibromatosis."
"What about my father?" Pamela asks. "Is there any risk to him, being a donor at his age?"
"Well, organ transplantation comes with risk at any age," replies Dr. Regan. "And those risks increase with age, of course. But, as I said, your father's health is relatively good, and again barring any major complications, he should make a full recovery and live a normal life. However, both Emma and Mr. Barnes will have to be extremely careful for the rest of their lives, as each will only have one healthy and functioning kidney. Any injury or damage to that healthy kidney could potentially be fatal. Now, if you'll excuse us, we must get started. Please, make yourselves as comfortable as you can. It's going to be a very long evening and night."
"Thank you," Ann says, tears in her eyes.
"Please, do everything in your power to save my little girl," Harris says.
"We will," Dr. Hennessy says, as the three doctors leave the room. Harris and Ann exchange looks of worry, and mixed with worry, Ann also has a look of anger for Harris.
Westar Oil...
"Well," he says. "You must be Kimberly Cryder, Jillian's mother. I've heard a lot about you."
"And you must be John Ross Ewing," says Kimberly. "I've heard a few things about you, too."
John Ross smiles. "Then I suppose you're here to welcome me to Westar."
"Sorry to disappoint you, young man. Actually, I'm here to issue a warning."
"Warning?" John Ross asks.
"Yes," replies Kimberly, walking closer to John Ross. "Apparently, my daughter seems to have a lot of faith in you. That faith and trust had better not be misplaced."
"It won't be."
"Good. Because if you do anything......anything at all......to hurt my daughter, or this company, you'll have me to deal with. Don't let my appearance fool you, Mr. Ewing. I may look frail, but I do still have a lot of power."
"Wow, such animosity," John Ross says with sarcasm. "And you don't even know me."
Kimberly smiles. "I knew your father. And your mother. And based on that, I wouldn't trust you if my life depended on it. But I put my daughter in charge of Westar. I'll allow her to make decisions, but, I'll be watching. Very closely. And if you step one toe out of line, I'll make you wish you'd never been born. Clear?"
"Yes, ma'am," John Ross says, still smiling.
"Good." Kimberly gives him a stern look, then starts to walk out of the office. She stops at the door and turns back to him. "Give your mother my kind regards," she says, then turns and leaves.
After she's gone, John Ross laughs. "This is gonna be more fun than I thought," he says to himself.
Forest Park Medical Center....late evening
Ann, Bobby, Pamela, and Harris sit in the waiting room at FPMC as Emma and Cliff have been in surgery for more than three hours now. Restless, Ann gets up and walks over to get some coffee from a machine across the room. Harris walks over to her. "Look, I know you hate me right now," Harris says. "But can't we at least put this animosity aside for now, for Emma's sake. She's gonna need all the love and support she can get right now. And in the foreseeable future." |
Harris sighs. "I know. I can never make up for all the pain I've caused you, and Emma."
Before Ann can say anymore, her cell phone rings. She takes it out of her pocket, looks at the caller ID, and steps into the hallway to answer the call. After she leaves, Bobby over and pours himself a cup of coffee.
"Where's your mother this evening?" Bobby asks Harris. "I'm really surprised Judith isn't here spewing her venom."
"She's at home in bed, heavily sedated," replies Harris. "She's been so upset over Emma's accident, and I didn't want her to know about all this, and the surgery just yet. So I had her doctor give her a shot, knock her out for a while. Besides, I didn't figure Ann or any of us really needed her around right now."
"Or what, Bobby?" Harris asks. "You still think you're so high and mighty, don't you? What's gonna happen if I don't?"
"Try me," Bobby says. "And you'll find out." Bobby glares angrily at Harris for a second, then walks away from him.
Meanwhile, in the hallway Ann is talking on the phone to Elena, who is calling from Mexico. "Ann, I heard about the accident," Elena tells her. "How is Emma?"
"Not good," Ann replies. "She's in surgery now."
"Thank you, Elena," Ann says. "I really appreciate you callin'. How are you?"
"I'm fine. Just fine. Please, let me know if there's anything I can do, and let me know how Emma's doing."
"I will. Thank you for calling."
"You're welcome," says Elena. "Bye."
"Bye," Ann says, ending the call. Bobby walks into the hallway.
"Everything okay?" He asks.
"Yes. That was Elena. She heard about the accident and wanted to know how Emma's doin'."
"Well, it was nice of her to call."
"Yes, it was. Bobby, how long is this gonna go on?"
"How long is what gonna go on?" Bobby asks.
"This cold shoulder you're givin' me. I know that I made some horrible mistakes. I should've told you about Cliff a long time ago."
"Yes you should have."
"Bobby, I never thought this would even be an issue. And I knew how much hate there was between the Ewings and the Barnes. What purpose would it have served if you'd known that I had a one night stand with Cliff years before you and I ever met?" Bobby sighs. "I dunno, maybe none. But at least I wouldn't have been blown out of the water by yet another secret you kept from me. Am I so hard to talk to? To confide in that you feel the need to keep the most important stuff from me?" |
"Judgemental?" Bobby asks. "You think I"m judgemental?"
"You are. You hold everyone to such a high standard, Bobby, that no one can live up to your expectations. And you're not so perfect yourself. You were the one who kept the truth about who killed J.R. from me, from Sue Ellen, and from Pamela. You framed an innocent and had him sent to prison."
"Cliff Barnes MURDERED my grandchildren!" Bobby says angrily. "He doesn't have an innocent bone in his body."
"Yes, I know Cliff did a horrible thing. Probably the worse thing anyone could ever do. But does that make what you did right?"
"I'm tired of havin' this same argument. Now isn't the time." Bobby turns and walks away from her, leaving Ann frustrated over the state of their marriage yet again.
Later...
"Yes," Ann replies.
"I'm so sorry I haven't been by the hospital today. It's been a really busy day at the office."
"It's all right. Thank you for coming."
"So, what's going on?" Sue Ellen asks. "Has a suitable donor been found?"
"Yes."
"Who?"
Ann is silent, as she and Bobby exchange looks. "Emma's donor is Cliff Barnes," Bobby finally says.
Sue Ellen is stunned, her mouth dropping open in shock. "Cliff Barnes? I don't understand."
"Sue Ellen, it's a long story," Ann says. "But Pamela flew to Mexico this mornin' and got Cliff released from prisonso he could be brought here to donate a kidney to Emma."
"But why Cliff?"
Ann lets out a deep sigh, then looks at Sue Ellen. "Because Cliff is Emma's father. Sue Ellen, please don't ask questions right now. It's a complicated story and I just don't have the strength to explain it. Maybe Bobby can fill you in."
"All right," Sue Ellen says, gently rubbing Ann's back. "It's all right."
Dr. Regan and Dr. Hennessy walk into the room. The group quickly stands and faces them. "The surgery went well," says Dr. Regan.
"How's Emma?" Harris asks.
"She's doing well. She and Mr. Barnes have both been taken to recovery."
"When can I see her?" Ann asks.
"Not for a while yet," replies Dr. Hennessy. "We'll let you know when she's been moved back to ICU."
"Now we have to wait," adds Dr. Regan. "Wait to see if Emma's body accepts or rejects the new kidney. Until then, only immediate family will be allowed in to see her. She still has a long road ahead of her, but at least now with a new kidney, she has a fighting chance. Without that transplant, she wouldn't have made it. Excuse us."
"We'll let you know when Emma's been moved and you can see her," says Dr. Hennessy.
"What about my father?" Pamela asks.
"He's doing well. You should be able to see him in about an hour." Dr. Hennessy smiles at the group, then the two doctors walk out. Ann embraces Sue Ellen.
Later...
"I was hopin' I'd find you before you left," he says.
"I was thinking about going to see my father."
"But you're not sure if you want to."
Pamela nods.
"I understand," says Bobby. "No matter what noble thing Cliff did, it can never make up for what he did to you and Christopher. I know how hard it was for you, usin' that pardon to get Cliff out of prison. I thank you for that."
"I did it for Ann, mostly," Pamela says. "And as crazy as it sounds, for Emma, too. I still despise her for sleeping with John Ross. But after finding out she's my half-sister, I couldn't sit back at let her die." She looks him in the eye. "Bobby, I want you to know, despite this tragedy and this little truce between us since Christopher died, I haven't forgotten what you and Sue Ellen did to me. Stealing the company right out from under me. I won't let that go."
Bobby sighs. "Pamela, hasn't there been enough feudin'? You know with Cliff free, he's gonna start the war up again against the Ewings. The last thing any of us need is a three-way feud between you and Cliff and the Ewings."
"I didn't start this. You and Sue Ellen did. No, wait, I take that back. Jock Ewing started this 80 years ago when he screwed Digger Barnes out of what should've been my family's all along. And three generations later the Ewings are still doing it to the Barnes."
"My Daddy never cheated Digger Barnes out of anything," Bobby says angrily. "You're just like Cliff. You've heard that bull for so long you actually believe it. Well, let me tell you somethin', young lady. I'd much rather have peace between us. But if it's a war you want, you're way outta your league. The Ewings have taken on.....and beaten.....far tougher advesaries than you, and won." Without another word, Bobby turns and walks away from Pamela.