Dallas

You call this the battle between good and evil.

But I think instead it's a battle of ideals.

The right direction protects us.

Woman: You are Texas, Sue Ellen!

All: You are Texas! You are Texas!

So, even though we're 12 points ahead in the polls...

There are two days left before the election.

We can't stop, and we can't be complacent.

Ooh.

Hello.

"Have a guy give you his boxers,"

"show a guy your bra."

What is this?

It's just a few things to take off the list

before I take the big leap.

I could take care of a couple of those things for you.

I don't know. That grin tells me you're trouble.

Daddy told me to stay away from trouble.

Especially when I'm wearing five karats on my left hand

from my fiancé.

You know how they say men make up for their manhood by buying fast cars?

Well, that goes double for diamonds.

Ooh. Ooh.

Oh, you are trouble.

- May I? - Go right ahead.

French kiss a stranger until his toes curl.

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

No. No, don't do it.

Don't do it.

It's your last night. Do it.

All: Brandee! Brandee! Brandee! Brandee!

Woman: Do it, brandee.

Oh, my God.

Hey, go out the back way.

And be real quiet.

Daddy's probably up.

Of course.

Oh, Mr. Cartwell.

John Ross Ewing.

Morning.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

I know that you have a bid from Drecker Trucking

to buy your fleet.

Ewing Energies would like to match that bid,

and raise it three percent.

I told you over the phone,

I would never sell my fleet to J.R.'s son.

Now, get the hell out of my house!

With all due respect, sir, I want your fleet,

and I ain't gonna take no for an answer.

Brandee, get down here!

I have breakfast with the society writer

of the Dallas morning news.

Told her I might have a scoop on your daughter.

She'll deny it.

I'll deny it.

I hate to be vulgar,

but there's video of what happened last night.

Pretty tough to deny.

It's a dirty trick I actually hate,

but which I find can be rather compelling.

Now, nobody outside of this house

needs to find out about what happened last night.

I'm just here to offer you a good business deal.

Not blackmail.

For Christ's sake, Ewing,

my daughter and her fiancé... They love each other.

Love is for pussies.

Now do we have a deal?

Episode 1 - Battle Lines

Elena: Whoo!

Christopher Ewing, meet Ricky Rudd.

Glad you could make it.

Good to meet you. You too.

I have to tell you, I never expected

a methane-fueled car to have that kind of power.

Well, methane comes out of the ground at 130 octane.

And that's 12 points higher than your top racing fuel.

And we're talking better horsepower, tunability,

detonation protection, even throttle response.

You drive this car, it's gonna make you look good.

So you're doing me a favor.

The way Eddie described it,

it's the other way around.

I won't lie to you.

I'm looking to get the contract to provide fuel

for every piece of transport in the city of Dallas.

Now, what better way to get the attention of the D.C.T.

And to get that contract

than to have Ricky Rudd race my car and win?

And you really think it could

against a conventional stock car?

With the right driver, absolutely.

All I'm asking is that you take it for a spin.

Once you try it,

you're never gonna want to drive gasoline again.

I'm not promising anything.

But leave her with me.

I'll run her through her paces. I'll get back to you.

Sounds good.

Hey, thanks a lot, Eddie.

You bet, Chris. All right.

I think he's gonna say yes.

Now, any chance you can bring this racing suit home with us?

Morning, Joseph.

Morning, Mr. Ewing.

Dani. Morning, Mr. Ewing.

I'm sorry, John Ross. I tried to get him to leave.

Don't worry about it.

I know how slippery snakes can be.

Now, is that any way to talk about your father?

It seems pretty appropriate, actually.

Now get your ass the hell out of my chair and these offices,

until I call you with an invite.

Okay.

I only stopped by to find out if the advice I gave you

about screwing that trucking heiress girl

got you that company.

Your "advice" Did indeed work.

Now, if all your dirty little tricks

are as much fun as that one, I think it won't be too long

till the student surpasses the master.

Better pace yourself, boy.

I heard Christopher is courting the head of the D.C.T.,

trying to get her to convert the city fleet to methane.

Get the fuel contract.

Now, you need to focus on that, make sure it doesn't happen.

Anything we can do to cripple methane

will turn my brother back into an oil man,

and let you take control of this company.

D.C.T.'s already on my radar, J.R.

That ain't gonna happen.

And I've got some personal issues with my cousin

that I need to focus on first.

Yeah, just remember, my boy,

vengeance is a dish best served cold.

J.R.? What are you doing here?

Oh, I was just leaving.

Came over to deliver some muffins

to the pretty little secretaries.

Hey, son.

Who could have guessed so many would turn out to be men?

Where's the sport in that?

Conference room.

We only let you back into this company

so we could move this family forward,

and you're already going behind my back.

Our lawyer gave me your proposal

to buy Cartwell Trucking for $50 million.

You know damn well that was money earmarked

for my new methane rig.

I don't want to fight with you, cousin,

but oil is here and now.

Methane is 20 years away from being profitable.

Until there's infrastructure, until there's demand...

You're wrong. Okay? Methane is here and now.

But I'll never be able to make it profitable

unless this company invests in more rigs.

John Ross is right.

This company does need to be vertically integrated.

But for now, moving Southfork Oil

is being taken care of by our lease arrangement

with Hughes Trucking.

And because of Christopher,

other energy companies are looking into methane

as an alternative.

We have to get there first.

So if we're gonna take this to a vote, and I think we should...

I vote with Christopher for the rig.

You and Christopher have 60% of this company.

I have 30%. Elena's got 10%.

You always talk about this being a family business,

but your side of the family is always gonna win.

John Ross, you always think it's you against us.

When you stop thinking like that,

you're gonna realize you're just as much a part of this company

as the rest of us.

Well, that sounded objective.

Would you give me and John Ross a minute, please?

Yeah.

Thank you.

I'm gonna be nice so I can say I tried,

but we both know it's only a matter of time

before you hang yourself and I get you out of this company.

Sounds like a threat.

It is.

Elena: If you could scan the notes we had

from the meeting last week and e-mail them to my assistant,

that would be great.

Okay. I'll get right on that, Ms. Ramos.

Please don't cc anyone on that.

Thank you.

Last few weeks, you've barely looked at me, Elena.

You and I are gonna be working together every day now.

Look, I know I wore my welcome out with you, Elena.

I ain't asking for any third or fourth chances.

I just hope that you and I can work together like we used to.

It'll never be the way it used to, John Ross.

I met this other woman before, but...

Ms. Sutter.