How much farther to Odessa?
About an hour. Breslin will be at the courthouse.
And then what?
I don't know. We'll see when we get there.
You might wanna tell me what you wanna to do with Sheila.
Because if you don't have the guts to take her down, I do.
What do you think I'll do?
Pull a shotgun out of the trunk?
If you've got one, I'll use it.
[sighs] I've got other things in mind.
- What? - My business.
And not mine?
Either do this my way or don't get back in the car.
[sighs] I'm sorry.
I'm tired and a little tense.
Look, let's change the subject.
You found Sheila Foley, you're gonna get your revenge.
Will you really go ahead with selling Ewing Oil?
You heard what I said.
And you're gonna stick to your decision?
I mean, not that you care about my opinion,
but I think it's a good idea.
Given the way you feel about the oil business now.
Only a matter of time, before J.R.
stole the company away from you, anyway.
How much do you figure, it'll cost to buy Ewing Oil?
I'll take the first decent offer.
Who do you think would be a likely buyer?
Whoever agrees to do it my way.
Promise me one thing.
You won't be such a good guy for once.
I want Sheila Foley to get more than she deserves.
I'm gonna see how she likes it
when the thing she loves most is destroyed.
[Rose] This time, you're not leaving
- till I get what I want. - And what is it you want?
I lied for you, Mac.
And since then, I've done a lotta thinking.
And now I want the truth, the whole truth.
I told you all you need to know.
That man, Dancer, really had you scared.
From the moment he hit town, you couldn't stop
talking about him, worrying, covering your tail.
You killed him, didn't you?
Is that what you really think?
Well, you were seen leaving his hotel.
Knowing what I know, what do you expect me to think?
Come on, Rose.
If I wanted somebody dead, would I do it myself?
Wouldn't I hire somebody?
It's just a stinking coincidence.
But I was in that hotel.
I was cutting a secret deal two floors below.
- Well, what was so secret? - I can't tell you.
Oh, come on, this is all a crock of lies. I'm going
to talk to the police, I can't live with this.
I doubt if you would sell me out, Rosie.
And I will tell you what you wanna know this time.
Don't get in the habit of threatening me,
because it makes for a bad marriage.
If you're innocent,
I'll fight like hell for you, Mac, I swear it.
Well, two floors below Dancer,
I was in a meeting with someone who's going to pay me
a fortune for my share of Weststar.
You're kidding me.
My life has been one battle after another,
Rosie, and I'm fed up.
If I can make the right deal, I'm going to retire.
You and I are liable to end up on a desert island somewhere.
Mac, that would be wonderful.
But my buyer is a very high-profile individual.
Any publicity sours the whole thing.
This is the biggest deal of my life,
and its success is in your hands.
If I don't hold up your alibi, you mean.
The whole deal goes belly up if I'm arrested for murder.
And innocent men have been sent to jail.
- It has happened before. - Don't worry.
I'll stand by you. But there's one thing.
There's no point going off to some desert island
if you won't touch me anymore.
Well, I guess, maybe I could take the morning off.
Well, I'll be up in the bedroom.
Just give me five minutes.
[Harv] Excuse me, J.R.?
I wanted you to know that I was here with my team
of accountants to start the process.
- Process? - Selling the company.
Bobby phoned me last night.
He said you were aware of the decision.
Sit down, Harv. How about a drink?
Little early for that.
Well, seeing what Bobby's doing, no time is too early.
Well, Harv, you gotta realize that Bobby's still upset
- over April's death. - Of course.
Which means he's not exactly in his right mind.
Hell, he's not really gonna sell Ewing Oil.
He'll change his mind any minute now
and where we gonna be then?
Well, his instructions to me were extremely clear.
Well, I want you to stall.
Give Bobby a chance to regain his wits.
He also sounded very determined and very definite.
Well, I'm gonna tell you flat out I'm not gonna let
this happen.
J.R., Bobby has the authority.
And I own 75 percent of the assets.
If Bobby wants out, there must be a way I can retain control.
The Justice Department won't allow that.
Damn it! What side are you on anyhow?
Do I have to play you, "The Battle Hymn Of The Republic?"
This company was daddy's. You were his attorney.
Where's your loyalty? It's time you speak up.
Talk to Bobby, convince him he's wrong.
J.R...
my job has always been to follow the orders
of the man in charge of Ewing Oil.
Right now, Bobby is in charge, and until he says otherwise,
I'm here to open the books for potential buyers.
That's like exposing us in public.
That's the way it has to be.
Unless you can convince Bobby to change his mind.
Hell, I don't even know where he is.
I just got in myself, but as per your instructions,
she's being kept under a very, uh, very loose surveillance.
- What does that mean? - It means she's being watched,
- but not approached. - So where is she?
It's a private institution serving a very wealthy
clientele to whom secrecy is a must.
I'll drive the three of us there,
but do you want the police to come with us?
- No. - Why don't we just go?
There's one more thing, Mr. Ewing,
and it's very important. We're not the only people
interested in Sheila Foley's company.
Someone else is snooping into Foley Petrotech.
- You have any idea who it is? - No, not yet.
My feeling is that it's someone very high up
in government, because they're getting access
into impounded files. That takes major clout
and a knowledge of the right channels
- and access codes. - So, what's our move?
Whoever it is, is scheduled to pick up a copy
of the Petrotech file tomorrow.
We're gonna set up a trap. You might wanna be there.
I'll be there.
May I sit? Thanks for meeting me this early, darling.
Are you feeling better?
I'm sorry I was so upset last night,
but I did some thinking and I got over it.
You don't look so well though.
Well, I got a major problem with Bobby.
- What about him? - He wants to sell Ewing Oil.
I don't believe it. Bobby would never do that.
He's gone crazy ever since April died.
I think he's snapped.
You've got to stop him, J.R.
Well, I'm surprised to hear you say that.
I thought you'd argue his side.
Why would I do that?
Well, once I'm free of Ewing Oil,
I'd be able to spend more time with you.
I don't know if you wanna be an oil bride, live in Texas
away from your friends and all your European
social engagements and things like that.
I'm not that selfish, J.R.
I know how much Ewing Oil means to you.
What kind of relationship could we ever have together
if you gave it up for me?
If Bobby wants to sell, why can't you buy it from him?
Well, it's a long story.
Actually, the Justice Department
won't allow me to. And besides,
Bobby's bound and determined to bury daddy's company.
I-I don't know, there's something sick with him.
That's the problem right there, it shouldn't be
"daddy's company," it should be your company.
Something for you to hand down to James and John Ross.
Well, James is not interested, as I'm sure you've found out.
He's never had deep roots,
which is why he needs a solid goal.
Something like Ewing Oil, something to work for.
I know this is adding pressure on you, J.R., and I'm sorry.
But I want you to fight to stop Bobby,
for you, for James and John Ross, and for us.
You're right, Vanessa. And that's just what I'm gonna do.
She's outside, at the far end of the rose garden.
This is Toni Chastaine, she's the operative
- who tracked down Mrs. Foley. - Are you sure it's her?
Her admitting records include fingerprints which match
those on file with the state. She's over here.
Does she know you're watching her?
No, I've kept my distance, as instructed.
That's her in the wheelchair.
You all wait here.
You're not Sheila Foley.
Mrs. Foley has been here ever since the police found her
wandering across Andrews Highway.
- You mean she flipped out? - We talked to the psychiatrist
who treated her after her husband's suicide.
Apparently, his death triggered
- her nervous breakdown. - Well, I tried to talk to her.
It wasn't much use.
Well, she's made a lot of progress,
but her memory is virtually gone,
along with many of her communication skills.
Dr. Banoff, would you give us a couple of minutes?
I might have some questions for you later.
I'll be happy to help you, Mr. Ewing.
Thanks.
Breslin, this is so damn frustrating.
If this is the real Sheila Foley,
then why did the woman in Paris use her name?
I don't know, but she sure knew everything
- about this one. - Maybe she's her sister,
- or some kinda relative. - Yeah, maybe.
- What now? - I don't know.
This just can't be a dead end.
I think I'll go back to Dallas.
Could one of you take me to the airport?
No problem at all. Chastaine, can you take Miss Stevens?
- Yes, sir. - When will you be back then?
Breslin and I have some business at city hall
tomorrow, it just might be our only hope.
Good luck then.
Can you get us permission to search
- Sheila Foley's room here? - It's all arranged.
I'm gonna get a look at that photo album.
Mrs. Foley?
Are you gonna ask me about my name again?
Because I don't like being confused.
No, no, I'm not gonna ask you any questions.
I was admiring your beautiful photo album.
Could I take a look at it?
Well, maybe you'll be able to recognize
some of the people in it.
I think they must be people I know.
And I keep trying to remember them.
But I just can't.
Oh, my God.
We're in trouble, Sly. Deep, deep trouble.
Well, you'll think of something.
- You always do. - No, not this time.
There's nothing in the bylaws and there's nothing
in the state regulations to stop him.
- Can't you reason with him? - I can reason with him.
I can threaten him, beg on my knees till there's a hole
in the floor, but he's gonna do what he's gonna do.
I don't know what'll happen to you.
I can't imagine you without Ewing Oil.
Well, I haven't given up yet.
I thought you said there was no way you could stop Bobby.
I can't stop him from selling,
but I can make damn sure the right person doesn't buy it.
- Mac, can I talk to you? - Yeah, sure, Rose, come on in.
I don't want you to be late for work or anything.
Something wrong?
I guess. I mean...
yesterday, last night,
and this morning, Mac, it was great.
I really felt like your wife finally.
Now something else is wrong?
I want you to remember what we just had together
so that when I say what I'm gonna say,
you won't hate me forever.
Go on.
I was frustrated, and drinking a lot
because I was very unhappy.
And I guess I was too needy.
And then J.R. Ewing came over.
- What happened? - Mac, now that you and me
are sort of back together, I have to tell you everything.
Oh, God, I'm so ashamed.
- What happened, Rose? - I was drunk...
and I let J.R., you know.
Here? In my house?
I was wrong and stupid, and then I made it worse.
I panicked when J.R. said he'd tell you about what happened,
so I helped him plant one of those bugs in your office.
Mac. Mac.
Don't just walk away, Mac. What are you gonna do?
Mac. [sobbing]
But perhaps it's time to get down to business.
Well, that's getting down
to the bottom line, very Western of you.
Tell you what, when we cut this deal, I'll get you
a Texas 10-gallon hat, what do you say?
And what deal might that be?
Well, I'd like you to broker
an unusual transaction for me
with one of your cash-rich Tokyo banks.
- How unusual? - I want you to buy Ewing Oil.
Turn around and give me the control of the company
for a five-percent profit for you.
It's a rather strange concept.
What would be my reason for helping you?
Well, I'd let you pick some of the choicer Ewing properties
to add to your real estate portfolio.
Wouldn't that hurt your company?
It just means I'd have to start life all over again
with a lean, mean Ewing machine.
I see.
However, oil is not an industry
in which my banking connections wish to invest.
This I know for a fact.
That's it? No further discussions?
Clearly, you must be in some terrible trouble
to propose such an unusual scheme,
and I wish I could help you, but I cannot.
Ah. Well...
Here you go, Mr. McKay.
You want me to reconnect it, or take it apart?
When did you last sweep this room?
Last Thursday.
Nancy, get me the week's calendar.
Right away.
I think we'll leave it in place.
Until I'm ready to deal with the person that put it there.
- Yes, sir. - Here it is, Mr. McKay.
Oh, God, no.
How about the names on this list?
No, no, none of these will do.
I'm not looking for a conventional buyer.
I'm looking for somebody who can see the world
through J.R.-covered glasses, if you know what I mean.
Sorry to barge in. I didn't realize you'd be so busy.
- Oh, that's alright, Cally. - Um, I'll just...
Please.
I can tell this is a bad time.
No, no, it's alright, darling. Come on in, uh,
sit down if you want.
Did Vanessa tell you she saw me?
Yeah, she did. Sounds like
you could have jumped on me a lot harder than you did.
J.R., the divorce hearing has been set for next week.
Oh. I didn't know
- it was gonna be that soon. - Do you mind?
No, no, the quicker, the better.
As you know, I'm not contesting anything.
Then, you'll be free.
And I'll be free, and we can get on with our lives.
Yeah, that's true.
If I wanted to, I could be real bitter about
what happened between us, but I'm choosing not to.
- Thank you for that. - Besides, I like Vanessa.
She's probably the woman you should have had
all along. And in some ways,
she's the woman I'd like to be when I get a little older.
Well, I'll get out of your way now.
Well, thanks for coming by, Cally.
J.R., one last thing. Don't ruin it with Vanessa.
Because I truly think
she's your last chance to ever be happy.
Foley's dead,
and so is Jordan Lee. You exclude the two Sheilas,
there's only three faces left in that photograph.
I've already faxed it to our Research Department.
I think we should get some identification soon enough.
At least we know there's a physical connection
between the real Sheila Foley and whoever that was in Paris.
Yeah?
[man] Coming your way, carrying a large brown file.
Okay, Roger out. Here we go.
Chastaine, do you wanna take the left side?
[sighs] Cliff.
I had to use my clout with the ORC
to get those, so that's what you wanted, right?
Yeah, but why did you use a phony name?
What I did wasn't exactly ethical,
but I crossed the line for you.
I appreciate it, but you gotta get back to Dallas.
- Why? - The police wanna question you
- about a murder. - Oh, Johnny Dancer.
Yeah. I read about that, yeah.
Well, they think you were involved.
No way. I was on my way here when they found the body.
Hate to say it. I'm glad he's dead. He was in the mob.
Cliff, they also suspect Liz.
- No way. - Oh, you're that sure?
I know that she is not capable of doing anything like that.
Alright, listen, I don't wanna create any problems.
Did it occur she might have been using you?
Know what your problem is? You've been seeing too many
movies where the bad guy turns out to be the beautiful woman.
No way.
Did she happen to tell you she was an agent
for the United States government?
Yeah. How do you know that?
She told me.
- And a lot more, a lot. - What?
What are you talking about? When did you talk to her?
I didn't talk to her. She came to see me at the ranch.
- Oh, thank God. - Hi, Liz.
Why did you run? Why didn't you come to me?
- I would have stood by you. - You think I killed him?
I didn't know what to think. I mean, you just disappeared.
No, I was on my way to Odessa that night to help Bobby.
- I couldn't murder anyone. - Well, that's wonderful.
Oh, that's incredible. [sighs]
You have to talk to the police right away.
After I talk to you.
Maybe McKay did it. Or there's someone else.
A man I know. He's been after Johnny for years.
- How would you know that? - You're angry at me.
Why? Don't you see we're off the hook? I didn't kill him.
And you didn't. We can walk away from this.
You don't seem too sad about him being dead.
He deserved to die. Whoever killed him did us a favor.
Oh, boy, I need a drink.
Cliff, what is it? What's wrong?
- Come on, talk to me. - You lied to me.
Every minute that we've spent together, you've been lying.
Why didn't you tell me you worked for the government?
Why didn't you tell me about you and Johnny?
Bobby found you, didn't he?
I would have told you myself soon enough.
I'm supposed to believe that? You were using me all along.
What was the idea? You were gonna use my position
with the ORC to make me and Johnny best friends?
- Look, I know you're hurt-- - I'm more than hurt!
There I was, madly in love with you, wearing my heart
on my sleeve, and all the time you were faking it.
That's not true, listen to me.
Forget it.
No, no, I'm out of here.
I'll tell you, Vanessa, I'm desperate.
The one sure thing I had fell through.
And the kind of backing I need, has to have
deep pockets and no strings.
That's a hard combination to come by, let me tell you.
- How much time do you have? - Not enough.
What will you do if you can't find the right buyer?
Don't even say that.
Well, this is a sight I didn't expect to see.
I thought you'd be running around town,
trying to head Bobby off at the pass.
Instead, here you are, having a nice leisurely dinner.
We haven't really met. I'm Vanessa Beaumont.
- I'm Michelle Stevens. - Oh, of course.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
I first met your sister in Vienna and I liked her
very, very much.
I can imagine how much you miss her.
Look, I don't wanna interrupt your dinner any longer.
Michelle, just tell me where Bobby is.
Well, as far as I know, he's still in Odessa.
Anyway, excuse me.
I almost forgot why I stopped by your table.
I wanted to wish you good luck.
- For what? - Finding your next job.
Once Ewing Oil is sold, I mean.
You might wanna ask our mutual friend, Inagaki,
for a position. After all, the two of you
worked very well together where I was concerned.
Thanks for meeting me here so late, Harv.
No problem, Bobby.
Did you take care of business in Odessa?
- Not to my satisfaction, no. - I'm sorry to hear that.
You say I have multiple bids for Ewing Oil?
Uh, Bobby, before we start...
J.R. met with me about this.
Harv, I told you J.R. has no say in my decision.
Now, what are the bids?
Westar has made a strong offer.
Let's start with the other ones first.
Two of the Seven Sisters like the idea
of a buyout, but with certain conditions.
- Which are? - They both insist
that you personally stay on and run the company for them.
Forget it, cross them off. Who's next?
Several low ballers, bargain hunters.
Well, Harv, if that's what it's gonna take, we'll do it.
Bobby, I think you can do better.
Only an hour ago, I received a bid from De La Vega Oil.
De La Vega Oil, who are they? Tell me about them.
They're a privately-held, cash-rich, Venezuelan company.
Well-respected and well-managed.
Would they be willing to work fast?
I've taken the liberty of inviting Mrs. De La Vega
to meet you. She's flying in tonight
if you still haven't changed your mind about selling.
Let's just get on with it, Harv.
I don't wanna give J.R. time to make trouble.
I can't believe I'm drilling a dry hole.
I've just got to come up with other names.
Come on, J.R., think. Is there a friend
- you haven't tried? - Not a one.
Well, then, have you tried all your enemies?
Believe it or not, I think you just came up with the answer.
Feel kind of awkward pouring a glass of my best bourbon
for the man that seduced my wife.
Well, no hard feelings, Mac, strictly business.
I came that close to killing you.
Like you did Johnny Dancer?
Touché. Except that I didn't kill Dancer.
Well, sure sounded like you were planning on it
on that little tape I got.
What are you planning to do with that little tape?
I thought the police might like to listen to it.
I understand a lot of them are audio buffs.
J.R., it sounds like you're about to offer a proposal.
Yeah. Yeah, I am.
As you know, Bobby wants
to sell Ewing Oil out from underneath me.
Needless to say, I've made him a generous offer.
Well, I'd like you to raise that offer,
and raise it a lot. And then,
I'll make sure Bobby goes for it.
And once Westar acquires Ewing Oil?
Westar then returns control
of Ewing Oil to me. It's simplicity itself.
I don't know why I didn't think of it before this.
What do you say, Mac?
I don't have a choice, do I?
No, you don't. Ha, ha.
Harv, it's almost 10:00.
I think she'll be on time from what little I know about her.
What do you know about Señora De La Vega?
Well, actually, she's, uh...
rather a mystery woman, keeps a very low profile,
but runs an incredibly profitable company.
I haven't dealt much with South Americans.
It'll be interesting to see how her mind works.
I think that could be her.
She's a striking woman. Are those her lawyers?
[Harv] From what I've heard, two of the best
corporate attorneys in Caracas.
- Señora De La Vega. - Please, call me LeeAnn.
After all, this is our get-to-know-you meeting.
Then you'll have to call me Bobby.
This is Harv Smithfield, he's Ewing Oil's
- legal representative. - And I'd like you to meet
Allegio Casul and Tomas Marquez.
Uh, these gentlemen will be negotiating on my behalf.
- It's a pleasure to meet you. - Señor.
We expect this deal can be made quickly and easily.
In that case, we all have the same goal.
And now, Bobby, if you wouldn't mind,
I'd like to speak with you alone, uh,
informally and privately, uh, before we attack
- the nuts and bolts. - Fine with me. Harv?
- We'll wait upstairs. - Thanks.
Call us when you need us, señora.
- Thank you. - Please.
I hope you really don't mind.
I just didn't want this to get stuffy right off the bat.
No, it's fine, I'd like to thank you
for the excellent offer you made for my company.
Oh. I told my attorneys to give you my best price.
Haggling is not my style.
And besides, Ewing Oil's perfect.
No stockholders, no proxy fights.
You seem to know a great deal about Ewing Oil.
I know very little about you.
Well, I'm clearly not Venezuelan.
Well, I guessed that.
I married my husband, Roberto, 20 years ago.
He died in 1983 and that's when I inherited
- the company. - You run it yourself?
In a somewhat absentee fashion.
Uh, however, if our deal is successful,
I intend to become more involved.
I'd like to relocate to the United States.
Any particular reason?
Well, it's my feeling that, uh, OPEC may impose an embargo
since that, uh, incident in Paris.
Which is why I would like to merge my foreign company
with yours, making me a U.S. independent.
I know about your wife. I'm terribly sorry.
I assume that's why you want to sell.
Does it make any difference why I'm selling?
No, of course not.
There is one important stipulation.
You could even consider it a deal-breaker.
Well, in that case, I had better hear it.
My key provision...
is that you change the name of the company.
Once the transfer is made,
Ewing Oil will cease to exist, completely.
Well, that's perfectly acceptable.
Now, shall we call back the troops and make this deal?
I'd like to hammer out a tentative agreement
we could all sign tonight. The final contract
shouldn't take more than a week or so.
Would you have Mr. Smithfield come back down?
- Yes, sir. - Oh, one more thing, Bobby.
Uh, you do have the authority to sell?
I understood that Ewing Oil was a partnership.
All my brother, J.R., has are assets.
I control the company.
It's my decision to make. And I've made it.
You're in a tremendously good mood tonight.
Ha, ha. Why not, everything's
- looking up. - Don't you wanna tell me why?
No business talk tonight, darling.
But at least tell me who's throwing
- this big dinner dance. - Well, actually, I am.
In your honor.
[gasps] J.R., this is wonderful.
I'm glad you like it.
- Where are the other guests? - There aren't any.
This is all just for us.
You've gone to an awful lot of trouble, just for a night out.
[chuckles] Even if it was an ordinary night,
it'd be worth it, but it's a very special one.
As soon as my divorce is final,
I want you to be my bride.
[gasps] Oh, J.R.
I don't know what to do. I'm so happy.
[chuckles] Well, I think it's time for a dance.
The way we danced in Vienna.
Maestro.
Do me a favor. Close that door
and then go ahead and put yourself on the other side.
Why does everyone in this city look for answers
in the bottom of a glass?
Too complicated of a question to answer.
I've got work I have to do.
Why are you doing this?
Well, I have three reasons. Number one is, the police
don't believe my alibi, so I'm public-enemy number one.
And my political career is going up in smoke.
And you're the last person I wanna see.
I'm not leaving until I give you my side of the story.
- I don't wanna hear. - You don't wanna hear
how Johnny Dancer killed my brother?
Or how I turned myself inside out
trying to keep you from getting involved?
[sighs] Well, you blew that one.
Cliff, I didn't tell you the truth because I was being
squeezed by the government, by Johnny, and by you.
I'm not looking for sympathy, just a little forgiveness.
If I hurt you, it's because I was trying to protect you.
But I did not use you.
My feelings for you were 100 percent genuine
from the moment I met you.
Where are you going?
The police are letting me return to New York
as long as I'm on call for them.
I guess they still think we're Bonnie and Clyde.
Wait.
Look, I wanna believe you, but...
things are such a mess.
I wish I could open my heart and let you see
I have nothing to hide.
I love you.
But if you don't believe me, then you don't deserve me.
[Bobby] I don't have to think about it, Breslin.
I'm already booked on the same nine o'clock flight you are.
Yeah, I know it's just a lead, but I wanna be there with you
to check it out. I'll meet you at the gate.
I'm leaving right now, goodbye.
You're leaving for Paris tonight?
Yeah, I have to.
Excuse me, Mr. Ewing?
There's an urgent phone call from your secretary.
- Not now. - It's alright, J.R., go ahead.
Hello, J.R. Ewing here.
Everything looks fine.
We're ready to sign the agreement.
And the contract will follow in about five days?
That suits me fine because I'm on my way to Paris tonight.
Bobby, at least, have a glass of champagne.
- This is a momentous occasion. - Yes, of course.
- Give that to her, please. - Here you go.
- Thank you. - Sir?
- Señor. - Gracias.
To the end of Ewing Oil and the beginning of a new era.
Why, thank you, Bobby.
And I'll start things off.
- I'll check in from Paris. - Okay.
- Where's Bobby? - You just missed him.
- He's left for Paris. - He's what?
- [Harv] Good evening, J.R. - Harv, that lady--?
Her name is LeeAnn De La Vega.
As of next week, she'll be the new owner of the company.