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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stevew" data-source="post: 107708" data-attributes="member: 130">John Ross says to his lawyer in a police interrogation room, “I just want to get back to Jack as soon as possible.”  “We’re just waiting on the judge.”The prosecutor from Texas enters the room.  “What makes you think the law doesn’t apply to you?” Looking to his lawyer John Ross says, “Mateo was right?  He’d show up.  I’ll be damned.”“It’s obvious we need to hold you as a risk flight.  I’m petitioning you be returned Texas and your bail be revoked.  You should never have been let out in the first place.”“You’re really getting on my last nerve.”“People like you . . .”“Sitting up on a high horse or not you’re still just a termite.”The door opens again.  “Mr. Ewing, the judge’s ruling on you request came through.  And the FBI is here.”“Thank you.  Ask them to give me a second.”  John Ross sands and takes a hold of a stake of papers.  “Ever since you took and interest in me, I took an interest in you.  I’m curious who Mr. Burcroft is?”“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”  “Well you talked to him a lot.  About me on a phone he gave you.”“Recording my conversations is illegal Mr. Ewing.”"You’re right and the man who murdered Katherine Wentworth should be prosecuted, if he were alive.  But he isn’t.  So I was able to buy his stuff from his sister.  Everything, site unseen.  And some very interesting conversations recorded between the two of you.  Now those are very legal on his part.  Also lots of notes and pictures.  All interesting enough to get a court order for wire tapping, financial records, you name it.  They got it.  Expect for, who is Mr. Burcroft?  He tosses the papers in the man’s face.  “That’s your copy.”  He then leans down and whispers in the man’s ear, “This is my country you treasonous bastard.”  He walks out.  The FBI enter.  A young woman walks in a beautiful London apartment.  A man says, “We don’t have time before your father’s men are after us.  You want to see your children?”“Oh God Yes.”“Then let’s go.”In the elevator he strips her naked and cuts open her arm.  She screams.  John Ross runs down a hospital hallway. “How is he?”Lucy approaches him.  “He’s doing well.  Still unconscious.  Amy’s awake.”  Looking at Mateo.  “Anything?”“Leads.  We’ve got Sechin’s daughter.  Had to cut the tracking device out of quick.  Couldn’t take the time we did with the kids.”“She with them now?”“On her way.”  “Good.”  Logan gets out of bed and pulls his underwear on.  “Now you’re sure about helping me know about John Ross’s business?”   Melanie holds the sheet to her naked chest.  “Of course.  I mean, I could loose my job and you could be kicked out of Ewing Industries, but your mother isn’t going anywhere.  So worse case scenario we land on our feet.  Best case, we use the information to get very rich.”   He leads down and kisses her.  “And we have a lot of fun in the mean time.”   Mateo approaches a young woman in the hospital lobby and hands her a note.  “Interesting you knew about me to get me this.  What is it you want?” “How is Jack?”“Why would I tell you?  Your a reporter with The Washington Free Press.”“You do your research quick.”“From Mr. Ewing’s room to the lobby.  So, why would I tell you.”  “I’ve been working with Jack Ewing.  I’ve help get information out to the press in his office investigation of Russian meddling in American energy technology.”  “And you’ve done a fine job.  That’s it.  He feeds you information he wants. Your career takes off.  I don’t see where the relationship goes much further than that.  I’m sure when he’s back to work he’ll contact you.”“I know about you don’t I?”“So he hold you about me?  Your point?  Let’s cut to the chase.  Your name is Damae Winger.  You’re fresh out of Dartmouth.  Jack screws you a couple times a week.  So does Senator Lasky and Congressman McNab.  Yes I follow you closely.  As for what’s going on here, that’s none of your business.  Go back to D.C.”The woman taken from her London apartment runs into the arms of her children in a tropical paradise.   Lucy walks in the room where Jack sleeps.  Ellie and Steven are sound asleep in chairs.  John Ross goes to wake them and Lucy pushes him out of the room.  In the hall Lucy says, “Leave them alone.  They’re right where they should be.”   “But that can’t be comfortable.  We’ll get them a room.”“No we won’t.  Remember when Steven had his appendix out?  That’s what they do. They take care of each other.  Never leave each other’s side.  You leave them alone.  It’s better than the get well cards you got from your siblings when you got shot.  Or mine when I had a hysterectomy.”“That’s true.”  They walk down the hall and see Pamela walking towards them.  “What are you doing here?” John Ross says rather angrily.”“Nice hi see you too,” Pamela responds. “I was worried about you.”“I meant being off Southfork.  You’re safer there.”  “I’m fine.”“No.  I want you back on the ranch.”  “I get this wasn’t an accident with Jack, but no one has a reason to come after me.”“You’re the President of Ewing Oil.  That means you over see the methane extraction that a lot of people want shut down.”“Oh and Jacks been fighting it in Congress, and . . .”“Yeah.  So aren’t any of us safe.  Unless we back down.  This is what my father warned me about that Chris was to stupid to get.  Your father understood it.  It’s why he was desperate to get his hands on it.  To shut it down.”“And he’s playing right into their hands this time around.”A code blue goes off in the hospital and they all turn to watch a trauma unit rush into Jack’s room.  They run to look in the door.  He’s flat lining.  Steven and Ellie hold each other.  Pamela holds John Ross.  As the staff work on restarting his heart Lucy runs in by them.  Tears soaking her face.  “Do leave me Jack!  Fight Jack!  Fight!  Oh my God please . . .”</blockquote>

Verification: What month follows July?