Dallas

Previously on "Dallas"...

The doctor told us you'd been drinking for a while.

- You're right. I need help. - For your well-being,

you're gonna be staying with us at Southfork.

You're fired.

- I'll figure out a way to... - No!

We're done with you.

What's the real reason

my father wanted you to seduce John Ross?

He wanted me to get his DNA onto a dress.

Was it this dress?

I've come to pay for what I've done.

Christopher?

Now go home and kiss your wife.

I'm not sending it to Pamela.

You Ewings, you... you take away my job

- and now you're trying to steal my family? - Settle down.

You need to get the hell out of here, Bo. Go.

How long have you known

that J.R. switched the deed to papi's land?

The time for planning justice... is over.

Wait. Please, wait.

I need your help finding Drew Ramos.

I can still see him staring at me

with so much hate in his eyes.

For everything J.R. did to our family,

for our father's death.

I tried to tell him that we would get justice,

but he wouldn't listen to me.

We'll get him to listen, Ellie.

This has all gotten way too ugly.

The lies, the tape of John Ross and Emma having sex, Drew.

You know, maybe... maybe you and I should both

just cut our losses and tell the Ewings the truth

before we both become something we don't want to become.

We made a pact as children

that we would take care of each other.

Trust me to find Drew and make sure he's safe.

We're so close to the end, Elena.

Don't give up now, please.

Now, once my wife gets here,

we're gonna surprise her with the plans.

If she wants to change anything...

my taste is cowboy. My wife is the Ritz.

What she wants, she gets, okay?

Whatever she wants. So, this is what I was thinking.

Give me a second, all right?

Now, before your boxers get all waddled up...

Exactly what part of

"I won't let you destroy Southfork"

did you not understand?

I'm not gonna destroy anything.

I just want to build a proper master suite for my new bride

'cause, in case you haven't noticed,

we're sleeping in J.R.'s bedroom.

I know how you operate, John Ross.

I let you take down one wall,

pretty soon, all of Southfork is coming down.

You cannot stop me from rebuilding on my own half.

Over my dead body, boy.

Don't tempt me, Uncle Bobby.

Where were we? Come on over here.

Is it called above-ground,

like a swimming pool, if it's up here?

Anyways, a double vanity.

Uh, I'm thinking we'll mount the windows here.

Uh, that should about do it.

Now go home and kiss your wife.

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That's right. Get on in here. Get on in here. Come on.

Nice face, Ewing.

Glad you like it.

Thought it was finally time to move on.

Well, I guess you're lucky I like dimples.

You up for a break?

I brought hot chocolate.

You trying to sweep me off my feet?

I wanted to show you how much I appreciated yesterday.

For being there for me...

after what happened with Drew.

A guy shows up on my doorstep...

with bloody knuckles and tears in his eyes...

you think I'm gonna turn him away?

You know, I've spent so much of my life hanging onto things.

I think I let my feelings of...

abandonment and betrayal define who I was.

But yesterday...

something lifted when I was with you.

I suddenly felt like I could breathe.

You...

are a breath of fresh air in my life, Heather.

And if you'll have me,

I'd like to take the next step in our relationship.

I got a kid, Christopher.

I like your kid.

I got a kid...

who had his heart broken by his father.

I can't risk his heart getting broken by another man.

No matter how much I want that man in my life.

Look, I am not going to hurt you.

I... I... I promise.

You're a really great guy.

You're a guy who stands up for me.

But you want to play house and wake up in my bed

and have my son, Michael,

start thinking of you as a dad...

That's a big deal, Christopher.

So you got to stop and think about

whether that's what you really want.

Sorry. Hold on.

- Hello? -

What?

- No, I'm gonna call the police. Thank you. - What is it?

Bo went to Michael's school. He took Michael.

Come on.

Up and at 'em already, baby?

Pamela, where you hiding?

Little early for you, isn't it, Bum?

Well, no rest for the bleary, John Ross.

I got that information on Candace you wanted.

You were right about that girl.

We got a problem.

How I've missed your cooking, mami.

Andres!

What happened to your face, mijo?

Who did this to you? What are you doing back here?

- I need to make things right. - No, Andres.

Don't do something stupid, mijo, por favor.

Here.

Give this to Emma, okay?

Okay.

I love you. I'll see you soon.

Did you like the sober coach the hospital sent over?

She was just fine.

We have a lot of the same experiences.

She's been in recovery for 25 years.

Relapsed after the first 5.

And estranged from a daughter.

I think she'll be able to understand

and relate to what I'm going through.

Yeah, I'm proud of you for facing this.

You should be, too.

Well, since I can't drink,

how about a nice cup of tea?

A cup of Southfork's finest coming right up.

Ann?

What's wrong?

- Pamela - My God! Oh!

Are you all right?

What happened?

I'm getting you out of here.

Come on, honey. It's all right.

Let's get you out of these wet clothes.

What's happening?

I'm gonna call the doctor.

No.

Pamela, what's the matter?

Now go home and kiss your wife.

Oh, sweetheart, it's over between John Ross and Emma.

And we're so sorry you had to find out this way.

You mean you've known about this?

You've known about this and you didn't tell me?!

We didn't want to hurt you.

How long have you known?

How long have you been looking at me,

feeling sorry for me?!

It's John Ross and Emma that should be ashamed, not you.

We tried to get them to stop

so that you wouldn't find out anything about this.

I'm his wife! I should know who my husband is screwing!

So I can decide whether I want to be with him!

Well, we wanted to protect you, Pamela.

That's all we were trying to do.

Get out.

Get out!

- I got to get out of here for a while. - No.

Sue Ellen, I am not gonna let you be self-destructive.

We thought we were doing the right thing.

Together.