Your horse is ready.
- Alright, yeah. Get up on him. - Okay.
- Put your foot right in there. - Hm.
- Give me a boost. - Okay. And up and...
And back down.
What? What?
Let's go back to the house
'cause I can think of a lot better things to do.
I want to learn to ride. I'm serious.
And so am I.
Alright, one more time. Come on, sweetheart.
Put your foot right in there. Ready?
- Yeah. Got your other foot in? - Uh-huh.
Okay, now just take her on down to the end
turn her around, bring her right back.
- Okay? - Sure. Okay.
Relax a little and hold on with your knees.
Easy for you to say.
Ray, I don't want to.
Who said anything about want to? Just do it.
The girl hates school. You know how she is.
She's a hellion when she has to do something she hates.
[Ray] Just stuff a little cotton in your ears.
Keep those hands on the wheel, drive her to school.
- Stay close. - Ray.
I got a ranch to run, Hal. I got no time to be no warden.
- Make time, Ray. - Bobby.
to take Lucy to school every day.
Bobby, you know I always do everything Jock asks.
You just don't understand. It's different.
I don't see how.
It just is.
[Bobby] Used to do almost everything Jock tell you
right to the letter.
[Ray] Snow hit so sudden, it caught us by surprise.
I got 200 head on that south range that need movin'.
Just take Lucy to school, and that's that.
[sighs] I'll run. You back up the herd.
We'll be done with breakfast in about an hour.
Lucy will be ready.
[sighs] Yeah.
- How am I doin'? - Terrific.
- Can I go around again? - No, I don't think so, honey.
Breakfast time. Come on.
- Breakfast. Wow. - Oh...
Hm...
Well, I could be induced to forget breakfast.
- You could, huh? - Mm-hmm.
You're crazy. I'm hungry.
Aww. Okay.
What was going on with you and Ray?
Oh, nothing, honey, daddy asked him
to take Lucy to school every day
and he's just trying to subcontract the job
that's all.
Okay.
- Breakfast? - Hungry.
Hm?
I don't like it when Lucy skips breakfast.
Let her ride, Ellie, at least we don't get
those letters from her school anymore.
Well, Lucy used to like school.
[chuckles] That changed years ago.
As long as she goes, that's all I care about.
I never did like the idea of her going to private school anyway.
Would you really have sent her?
We may still have to
if her studies suffer.
Those letters didn't say anything about her failing.
No, it's just that she never attends.
How is she gonna graduate this spring if she never attends?
- Morning, everybody. - Good morning.
- Mornin', sweetheart. - Good morning, granddaddy.
Uh-huh. Thank you.
Lucy, there's still plenty of breakfast left.
Oh, no, thanks, grandma, Ray is coming by
to take me to school in a minute.
Lucy, um, you're gonna change, aren't you?
Change?
Your clothes.
Sure.
I can't go disgracing the family.
Now, can I?
Well, I guess we better be moving, too.
I'm finished. I'll get my things.
Well, Bobby's really gotten into the executive business.
- Hasn't he? - That's right. He has.
Well, excuse me, mama.
I'm driving into Dallas a little later, Sue Ellen.
- Come along. - No, thank you.
Pam?
- Hi, Ray. - Good morning, Pam.
Is Bobby thinking about getting me fired?
Why would he do that?
- Has he said anything? - Not to me.
[sighs] Yeah, I just thought maybe because of us.
Us is ancient history.
I've been at this ranch a long time, Pam. I don't wanna leave.
Could you talk to Bobby? Maybe put a good word in for me?
If it's needed, I'll do it.
But you're worried about nothing.
Well, thanks a lot.
Good morning, Ray.
JR. Bobby.
- What was all that, hon? - Oh, nothing.
Ray thinks you're gonna fire him.
Well, if he does his job, I don't see why.
- Come home early. - Mm-hmm.
[JR] Hey, Sue Ellen, if you can't remember to take the cufflinks
'out of the shirt before you send the laundry, just don't
bother sending 'em, I'll get one of the maids to do it. Okay?
- Okay, sweetheart. - Alright.
Have a nice day in the city. Bye, Sue Ellen.
Whole world loves lovers.
Bye, Sue Ellen.
See you later, auntie.
Coffee, Pam?
Oh, I'd love some.
Hmph. What a sorry charade.
I beg your pardon?
Every morning little Lucy packs off to school.
Half the time she forgets to pretend to take books.
She thinks I don't see
then she sneaks on back
goes into the stable and gets that horse of hers
and off she goes to Lord knows where.
I always wanted a daughter.
Maybe it's a good thing I never had one.
Why do you say that?
The Ewing men are strong.
Jock, JR, Bobby.
Lucy's father, he wasn't strong.
Couldn't compete.
That's why he left...
...and left Lucy with us.
These strong Ewing men never have had the strength
to say no to her.
And I haven't been any stronger.
I'm afraid Lucy's spoiled.
Well, she has a lot of spirit.
I don't wanna have to send her to boarding school.
I don't wanna lose her.
Thank you, Pamela.
For what?
For listening.
[Lucy] Are you going to that new disco in Braddock?
[Ray] Is the sky blue? Tomorrow night, grand opening.
- You gonna take me? - Hah.
[Ray] Only if I feel like getting murdered
in my boots.
- Hey, slow down. - You'll be late for school.
- You know I ain't going. - Yes, you are.
Every morning we have this exact conversation.
- And who always wins? - Today I win.
Oh, yeah? Uh-uh.
- Lucy, cut it out. Come on. - Cut what out, Ray?
Come on, Lucy. Come on, I can't drive.
Mm, then don't. Come on.
- Ah... - Come on, baby.
- Yeah. - Oh.
I'm sorry. I think it was me.
Always a little late.
Hello?
No, I'm afraid Mrs. Ewing isn't...
Wait a minute, I am Mrs. Ewing.
One of the Mrs. Ewings anyway.
Lucy's aunt, by marriage.
As far as I know, the letters stopped coming.
Your guess is as good as mine, Mr. Miller
and I'm afraid both of our guesses are right.
Mm-hmm. She'll be there, today, if I can find her.
Yeah, sure.
Thank you. Goodbye.
Oh, damn it.
- Ray! - Yeah. Be right down.
- Pam. - Come down here a minute.
You giving me orders now?
Come down here, please.
- Something I can do for you? - Yeah.
Leave us alone. I wanna talk to Lucy.
- Now, Pam, you ain't got-- - Now, Ray.
Suit yourself.
Lucy.
Ray Krebbs was just telling me how you and he used to, um...
Never mind me and Ray Krebbs. The subject is school.
I get all the education I need right here.
You're going to school.
I'm not going anywhere.
- How about seeing Jock? - Fine.
Granddaddy believes everything I tell him.
All the letters from the school
he's gonna believe they were lost in the mail?
If that's what I tell him.
And when I get copies of the letters
he's gonna believe those are lies?
Sure.
Sweetie, that's a set of lies only an imbecile would believe.
You're not really gonna tell him, are you?
Oh, I really am, and I'm really gonna get
copies of those letters.
Why? Why do you care?
Because I'm a Ewing now.
This family is so full of guilt because your daddy ran away
they let you run wild.
Well, baby-face, that won't work with me.
What do I have to do?
Go to school.
No.
- He's on the phone, Bobby. - Hm.
What you into today?
Voting records. Lone Star Oil Men Association.
I prefer Harold Robbins.
Lately Ewing Oil's been packing a hell of a lot of wallop
with the association.
Well, JR's been on the winning side in a lot of votes.
Well, maybe, but every time he changes his vote
six or seven votes go right along with him.
And that takes muscle.
Even my daddy didn't have that kind of muscle.
Your brother's a very persuasive fellow.
Hm, well, it takes more than persuasiveness
to swing these votes. It takes oil.
We don't have that kind of oil.
Just let me get his John Hancock in time for the afternoon mail.
I won't be a minute.
- What's all that? - Nothing. Camouflage.
Bobby's out there with the association minutes.
- So? - He's putting things together.
Like, how come Ewing Oil packs as much punch as it does.
What did you tell him?
That you're a very persuasive fellow.
You're lucky. I don't know what I said.
Alright, tell him I gotta have the office for an hour.
- I'll think of something. - Okay.
Damn.
- Lucy? - Yeah?
- Mrs. Ewing? - Yes?
Hi, I'm Mr. Miller. I spoke to you on the phone.
- Oh, hello. - Hi.
- Hello, Lucy. - Hi.
Let's see, you should be on your way to, uh, what, History?
You should know better than me.
Perhaps you forgot the room number. If you'd like--
I can manage. I'll find it.
My office after last class, please.
Lucy.
I know, I know.
How'd you manage?
Blackmail.
[Miller] Whatever works.
Mr. Miller, if you could help Lucy
I would really appreciate it.
I know she must be behind the others.
Well, if you see that she gets here
I'll, uh, I'll try to see that she stays.
She's in the most trouble in-in math.
I could, uh.. I'll tutor her.
- Oh, thank you. - Sure.
[Lucy] That sounds like fun. Yes, alright.
Now, are you doing anything Saturday night?
Oh, yeah. Why? What do you want?
[male #1] You might wanna go somewhere?
- You don't wanna go with him. - He's Saturday.
- You can be the Friday after. - Nah, you don't wanna go out...
...maybe after the football game.
- Football game? Oh, really? - What about a drive-in?
Hi, Lucy.
Only math, huh? That's pretty good.
- What? - Well...
Math's the only subject you're having trouble in.
I overheard your conversation with Miller just now.
I'm the president of the Letter Club.
Our office is right next to Miller's.
The Letter Club provides services.
We're good at everything.
We tutor math, biology--
I bet you're a whiz at sex education.
[chuckles] Say, you've got a terrific sense of humor, you know that?
Different, but, uh, terrific.
So with your sense of humor and my talent in math...
Well, anyway it's good to see you back in school.
Sorry I'm late.
- Hi, I'm Roger Hurley. - Pamela Ewing.
You're surely not Lucy's mom?
Surely not. Her aunt.
Well, you take care now.
Bye.
He seemed like a real nice boy.
He's nice-looking anyway.
[Lucy] That creep? I can't stand him.
It wouldn't hurt you to date a boy your own age for a change.
Date?
[Pamela] I bought you some new school clothes today, I think
you'll like them. Why don't you look in the pink box?
Oh, Raul, take this upstairs.
I'll be back in a little while and I'll help you
with alterations.
- Ms. Ewing. - Hi.
Hal, would you excuse us for a minute, please?
Yeah, I'll take it.
I'm real calm, so you know I mean it.
If you and Lucy are together again
I'm going to tell my husband, JR and Jock.
You told me yourself you know what they'll do.
Yeah.
Kill me.
Jock and JR would, anyhow
without batting an eye.
Then we understand each other.
You taking up social work, Pammy?
Or don't you like the idea of your old boyfriend
running around with Lucy?
Never mind that now. Just be sure to do your part.
Stay away from Lucy.
Bobby, are you through with this?
- I don't know. What is it? - Mm...
"Lone Star Oil Men Association--"
Uh, no, no, no. I gotta talk to JR about that.
JR left, Bobby.
- He what? - He went with Sue Ellen.
They're staying in town tonight. He said for you to take his car.
Oh, he knew I wanted to talk to him about this...
That wasn't so difficult, was it?
Okay.
Good. You know, you're not half bad at this.
Is, uh, is Mrs. Ewing picking you up today?
Yes.
Well, you can wait here if you'd like.
Okay, if we don't have to talk.
Sure.
Help! Stop it! Stop!
He's trying to grab me!
[Miller] What's the matter with you?
Stop it! He, he grabbed me! He tried to...
- Help! Help me! Help me... - What?
He ripped my clothes!
Somebody, help!
Mrs. Ewing, Lucy's not here. She left.
She left?
She ran out. Poor kid.
I guess Mr. Miller tried to...
- You know. - No, I don't know.
[sighs] Well, take advantage of her.
Lucy came running out of Miller's office screaming.
Her blouse was all torn up. I guess he made a grab for her.
I guess Mr. Miller's in big trouble.
He's in the principal's office now.
Thank you.
Mr. Daley, I have been telling you
that this is all some terrible mistake.
I wish that's all it were.
Come in.
Mrs. Ewing, this is Mr. Daley, the principal.
- Pamela Ewing, Lucy's aunt. - You've heard what's happened.
Nothing happened, Mrs. Ewing. Nothing.
- You must know that. - Nothing?
Lucy Ewing comes running out of your office
screaming, clothing torn?
I'm going to have to call the police.
Don't do that. I'd like to talk to Lucy first.
Mr. Daley, you know Lucy Ewing.
She's done everything to avoid school.
- Sir, I have a family. - So do I.
And this is too serious.
First thing Monday morning, I'll have Lucy here.
I'll assume the responsibility.
- Monday morning? - First thing.
You dug your own grave, Miller.
[Daley] I hope this lady can pull you out of it.
So do I, because you sure won't.
No, I won't. I warned you.
What did he warn you about?
That Jock Ewing...
[sighs] That it would be unwise
to give Jock Ewing any bad news, that he had a lot of power.
Mrs. Ewing, if he finds out about this
he won't stop to ask questions.
It's more than my job I'm worried about.
I could go to jail, or worse.
You brought Lucy back. You asked for my help.
I'm asking for yours.
- JR? - Yeah, Bobby?
- Can I bother you? - Come on in.
Just wondering if maybe you'd do me a little favor.
Well, sure. What can I do?
Let me in on the secrets of your power of persuasion.
Oh. Well, there's no secret. Just runs in the family.
Well, look at all the years you've been out there persuading
while I've been stuck at that desk.
That's just it, JR, I'm not on the road anymore.
Yeah, I do know that.
[chuckles] Surely do.
I wanna tell you how
how you filled your daddy's heart with joy
when you decided to settle down
and come into the business with me.
That's just it. I'm in the business.
I think I have a right to know everything there's to know.
Do you?
Well, not as simple as that.
I don't see why, JR. We're brothers. We're not enemies.
No, of course, we're not enemies.
But while you were out there sowing your wild oats
I was learning the business, uh...
While you were out there playing football
and winning all those honors and everything
I'm not saying anything wrong with that
but I was here, busting my butt under our father.
Yeah, let me tell you, he's not an easy man to work for.
[chuckles] I think I can appreciate that.
Can you?
And the last few years you've been out there
spreading the Bs around
wining and dining friends of Ewing Oil
and hanging out with fancy women and, in general, being charming
I've been making the company work
and I've been making it grow.
Well, that's true enough, ever since I can remember
all you ever thought about was runnin' Ewing Oil.
Seems to me you're doing the thing you love best.
I am. Yeah, I truly am.
[chuckles] But what I'm trying to say is this.
I've had to make decisions and I've had to make deals
that the man who runs the company has to make.
And that's my business and mine alone.
And as long as I'm running this company, Bobby
that's the way it's gonna stay.
- That answer your question? - Oh, yeah.
Answered a few of them I didn't even ask.
[Pamela] Get in.
Walking is good for my figure.
- Why did you do it? - Me?
Mr. Miller scared me half to death.
It never would have happened if you hadn't made me go to school.
Do you know what this could do to Mr. Miller?
Do you really care about Mr. Miller?
I care what happens to him.
Then, Monday I'll go to school and I'll tell them
it was just a little misunderstanding.
And in return for this magnificent gesture?
Well, you just make sure
no more letters come to the house when I skip school
and you keep Ms. Ellie believing I'm in school every day.
You really worked this beautifully.
Thank you.
See what happens when you care about people?
[Ellie] Lucy, are you back in that school routine now?
Mm-hmm. I'm even beginning to enjoy it.
[JR] You really looked pretty this morning.
Regular Betty Co-ed.
- Betty who? - Betty Co-ed.
Was that one of the outfits Pam bought you?
Yes, it was.
I admire her taste.
Well, she should have good taste
after all those years working in the department stores.
Excuse me.
- Telephone, Ms. Lucy. - Oh, thank you.
Francisco, coffee in the living room.
- Oh. - Yeah. Yeah, I did.
Pamela, I for one am grateful for your interest in Lucy.
Oh, thank you, Ms. Ellie, but I-I haven't...
Please, because I'm lonely like...
Yeah, you told me this.
Okay.
I said okay.
Oh, eight o'clock, nine o'clock, who cares?
- Granddaddy? - Hi, sugar.
Want to take on the winner?
Oh, not right now. Thanks.
A boy from school called and asked
if I could go to a party with him.
What kind of party?
Lucy, a gentleman never calls a lady
on the evening of a party.
He apologized, granddaddy.
He said his folks were having some guests over
and he didn't know that kids were invited.
Otherwise he would have called me sooner.
Well, nevertheless, I don't think it's a--
JR.
[Sue Ellen] Lucy, what's the boy's name?
- Roger Hurley. - Doc Hurley's boy?
- I don't know. - I think it's doc's grandson.
Well, as long as his parents are giving the party
okay, you go right ahead.
Oh, thank you, granddaddy.
- Have a good time. - Thank you.
You gotta stop treating her like a child, Jock.
She's gonna have dates.
Makes me feel old.
Junior, you were born old.
You wanna talk about it or just sit there
and comb your hair all night?
Oh, come on, honey. I thought you'd have been happy about it.
Mama coming over to your side like she did...
I don't understand what upset you.
It's just she thinks I have Lucy in hand.
- Well, don't you? - I don't know who's got who.
Lucy thinks I'm doing this to make points with your mama.
Instead of caring what happens to her.
- Well? - Well, what?
Well, why are you doing it?
I don't know. Maybe Lucy's right.
Oh, come on, I don't believe that.
You're not that kind of person who goes around
trying to score points.
If you were, you sure wouldn't have married me.
[chuckles] That's for sure.
I believe you might just see
a little of Pamela Barnes in Lucy Ewing.
- Do you now? - Uh-huh.
I believe also you probably understand her
a lot better than the rest of us.
And if you didn't care for her, you wouldn't sit around here
moping, instead of getting dressed.
Getting dressed for what?
For the opening of the new disco in downtown Braddock tonight.
It wouldn't be official without Bobby Ewing
and his charming new bride.
Besides, if we spend much more time up here in this room
JR's gonna have it bugged.
Find out what we're doing that he's not.
Now, get dressed.
- Pammy. - Hm.
[Jock] Don't stay out too late and drive careful.
- You hear? - Yes, sir, I will.
Give my best to your granddaddy.
- I will, sir. Goodnight. - Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Ms. Ellie. - Goodnight, grandma.
- Goodnight, granddaddy. - Bye, baby.
- Hey, he's a nice boy. - Mm-hmm.
The sort that reminds me how smart I was.
[chuckles] Smart about what?
Marrying a man with dirty fingernails.
I love you.
Hey, stop it.
Uh, stop it, Roger.
Hey, didn't we have an understanding?
You know, uh, I can clear Mr. Miller in two seconds.
I hate you for this.
You'll feel different later.
Uh, maybe, um...
Come on, let's make a night of it, okay?
Oh, your granddaddy said early.
He falls asleep.
- Let's go dancing. - Dancing?
Dancing makes me very affectionate.
And then?
You know a good place?
If you've got ID.
Honey, I got everything we need.
Say, you're pretty good.
Hey. Ray, I've got to talk to you.
This is hardly the time or the place.
You've gotta help me, Ray. Come on. Please.
- Be right back. - Just come and help me.
Okay, now what is this? What are you doing here?
This creep, he made me go out with him.
You've gotta take care of him, Ray.
You know what he wants.
Now, that's between you and him.
Ray, come on, just get rid of him for me. Come on.
Lucy, this is crazy. Somebody's gonna see us here.
Well, I don't care. I won't go home with that guy.
- I'd rather go home with you. - Lucy.
Ray, come on...
Roger, isn't it?
- Yes. Hi, Mrs. Ewing. - Hi.
This is my husband, Bobby Ewing.
- This is Roger and... - I don't know.
- Maureen. - Maureen.
- Aren't you together? - No, I'm with Lucy.
She's over talking to somebody.
You're the one who called Lucy tonight?
Sure.
- Take her home. - Wait a minute, Bobby.
- Ah... - Oh!
Oh, Bobby!
Oh, there. Easy, cowboy. Easy.
I only wanted him to help me get rid of that creep Roger.
Pamela, take her home.
I'm okay. Come on.
Let go.
[sighs] Well, I figured you had that one coming.
You want any more, let's just go right on outside.
- No, I figure it's finished. - Is it?
- What was it about? - About you and Lucy.
Sure about that?
Well, if it ain't about me and Lucy
we got nothing left to fight about.
Pam's your lady all the way. Not mine, Bobby.
Hey.
You saw what happened in the school, didn't you?
[Pamela] That's the only reason I can think of
Lucy'd be out with you.
You're just going along with this
to get friendlier with her, right?
Mind your own business. I don't need your help.
Like it or not, you've got it.
Monday morning you're going to school with me
and you're going to tell them exactly what you saw.
Now, why would I do that?
Because if you don't, I'll tell my husband
you've been blackmailing his niece.
And, Roger, he won't take kindly to that.
Lucy...
Uh, get lost. I'll go with her.
Well, are you happy now?
Not really.
You know what?
You make Sue Ellen look sincere.
She's a simp, but she doesn't fling it like you do.
She says how nice I gotta look and talk.
She really believes it matters, though.
[Lucy] In her own way, she's trying to help me.
Not like you.
You know something?
You're a Ewing already, you know that?
Yeah, because, because you already know
how to use people, lie about it.
[Bobby] Lucy!
Now, what was all that?
It was personal.
Where's that boy you were with?
- I don't know. - Well...
How do you plan on getting home?
- I'll manage. - No.
I'll manage from here on in, if you don't mind.
Now, why did you come down so hard on Pammy?
Why don't you go ask her?
Well, you know, when she first started
taking me to school and everything...
Never mind.
You thought she cared.
- Maybe. - She does.
Lucy, you and Pammy are--
Don't go telling me how much alike we are.
I wasn't gonna say that, I was gonna say
that Pammy probably cares about you more than anybody else.
Oh, yeah.
Shortcake, you know how it is. We love you.
But we never have the time to, to give you any guidance.
I don't need guidance.
No, of course, you don't. You're just perfect in every way.
Come on, she cares and you know it.
Now, let's go find her.
Look, I know we all got a lot of talking to do.
Come on, I got two of the prettiest girls in Texas.
I think we ought to dance till dawn.
Pam?
You heard the man.