Anita’s Townhouse; Master Bathroom - Evening
J.R. enjoys a glass of ice cold tomato juice and Anita enjoys a glass of chardonnay while relaxing in the lukewarm water of the Jacuzzi. J.R. sets his glass down on the nearby bronze tray and leans near his lover.
“Anita, how long has it been since we got back together?” J.R. asks distantly.
“It’s been since 96, so that’s nine years,” Anita answers.
“Well....” J.R. mutters.
“Well what?” Anita asks in a puzzled tone.
“Oh, nothing. I was just thinking that maybe we’re at that point,” J.R. leads.
Anita clears her throat, as if knowing where J.R. is leading this conversation. “J.R., I think marriage is...”
“What’s so wrong about it? You even told ole J.R. that you loved him many moons ago,” J.R. jokes.
Anita begins to fidget slightly. “J.R., I do. I really do love you, but marriage just leaves a bad taste in my mouth,” she confesses.
“Well, honey, I’ve been married before. It’s not as bad as it seems,” J.R. tries to assure.
“Look, my parents divorced when I was just a little girl, and it really affected me. I promised myself that I would never get married in case that would happen to me!”
“I’m certainly not hearing the Anita Smithfield that I know,” J.R. says wide-eyed.
“I mean, why now? We’ve lived comfortably like this for years, and it never bothered you before, so why now?” Anita asks nervously.
“Well, don’t get excited, honey. I just think. It’s more of a matter of business, I’m afraid-“
“I should’ve known! This whole thing was just going to be another one of your business exploits,” Anita moans.
“Anita, I’m sorry it has to be this way, but if we want our little scheme as a married couple buying Ewing stock, we should make it legit, don’t you think? If you don’t go along, I could always turn in all the evidence that could get you disbarred and probably land you in prison.”
Anita begins to lose her breath and takes a large sip of her chardonnay. “You son of a-“
“Don’t blame me, darling. You’re the one who wanted to get involved with this in the first place, and-“
“I know! You don’t have to tell me twice!” Anita shouts.
J.R. rests his head against his arm and waits patiently for Anita to say something else.
“All right. From now on our relationship is strictly professional. As soon as that money lands in my savings account, I’m annulling the marriage!”
J.R. chuckles and takes a sip of his tomato juice. “Now, now.... Don’t you think we should consummate the marriage just to be on the safe side?”
“And then we’ll have to get a divorce. I’ll go along with this and through the marriage, but I will no longer represent you. You’re going to have to take your business elsewhere!”
J.R. gets out of the Jacuzzi and wraps a towel around his waist. “Don’t tell me you’re turning human on me now?”
I’ll get to work on the marriage license in the morning. But, after everything - I mean, everything - is settled, I never want to hear from you or see you again!”
A Hotel in Warsaw; Room 7 - Late Evening
Jennifer sits on her rather uncomfortable bed, arms folded, as Orlando and another figure walk in. Orlando smiles after seeing Jennifer in the quaint, uncomfortable room.
“You’re a wise woman, Miss Jantzen,” Orlando comments with a wink.
“I’m only doing my part until I can get the hell away from you,” Jennifer mutters coldly.
Orlando ignores her last reply before opening his briefcase containing a cobalt-blue map. Lurching closer, Jennifer saw it to be blueprints of Southfork.
“What... what is that?” Jennifer asks nervously.
“I think you should recognize that place. You’ve been living there for seven years,” Orlando says wryly.
“You told me the other Ewings wouldn’t get involved. You said your only target was J.R.,” Jennifer blurts.
“I think I should introduce you to a change of plans,” Orlando replies.
“You SOB! You used me all the way just to get you out of prison!”
Almost instantly, Orland retrieves a silenced pistol from his briefcase and fires at Jennifer, who falls back into the bed.
“Boss,” the henchman says, “what’re we going to do with the body?”
Orlando finds himself surprised at his own actions; then, he proceeds to check her pulse which there is none.
“There isn’t time to do anything. The flight leaves at midnight, and we have to get going,” Orlando addresses.
“Isn’t the address of Southfork registered in the lobby?”
“Hopefully young Miss Jantzen wasn’t foolish enough to do that,” Orlando answers. “Either way it won’t affect anything. Let’s get out of here.”
Orlando and his henchman quickly place everything into their briefcase and scan the room for anything that might’ve fallen before leaving.
Ewing Oil; J.R.’s Office - Early Morning
J.R. enters his office and smiles grandly at Anita, who shoots him a cold glare. He briefly looks at the pair of witnesses before sitting at the head of his desk.
“All right. Well, we got our blood test done last night, and hopefully you did your part, Anita,” J.R. says.
Anita throws the marriage license onto the desk and quickly signs her name. “Your turn,” she says with a cocky grin.
J.R. momentarily looks at her emotionlessly before signing his own name. The witnesses who are secretaries of Anita at Smithfield & Bennett sign.
“You can file those papers now, Mrs. Ewing,” J.R. says with a grin.
“You can shove whatever you have to say, J.R. From this moment on, our contact ceases now. As I said before, I am no longer your representing attorney!”
“And, what about consummating the marriage?”
“Call me on a drunken night, and maybe you’ll be so lucky,” Anita wryly answers.
“You say that now, but when you see those dollar signs flashing....”
“Don’t flatter yourself. Save it for Sue Ellen or whatever woman comes your way,” Anita quips before storming out of the office.
Southfork Ranch; Exterior - Midmorning
Bobby, Sue Ellen, Christopher and John Ross enjoy their breakfast on the patio overlooking the pool just as a taxi cab parks up.
“I wonder who that could be,” Christopher asks curiously.
“I don’t know, son,” Bobby says. “But, I guess we’ll soon find out.”
A woman with mangled blonde hair and mascara-smeared cheeks stumbles out of the cab, and everyone recognizes her to be Cally!
“Cally?” John Ross exclaims disappointedly.
“Oh, my God,” Bobby mutters as he rushes over to the disturbed woman who shakes in his arms. “Cally? What in the world happened to you?”
Cally looks in Bobby’s eyes and tries to rationalize the events in her mind. “My husband - they killed him!”
Bobby and Sue Ellen look at each other in a puzzled manner and help Cally into the house, where they sit her on the couch, while the boys pay the cab driver.
“Cally,” Bobby begins, “we’re in the house now. Could you tell me again what you just said?”
“My husband and I were walking on the boardwalk, and some men appeared out of nowhere and stabbed him - my husband.... They killed him in cold blood. Oh, my God, they killed him!”
Bobby and Sue Ellen can’t help becoming teary themselves as John Ross and Christopher walked in.
“Did they let you go?” Sue Ellen asks.
Cally remains quiet momentarily; then, she shakes her head. “No, they didn’t. I had to run, and I ran to the nearest street, and that’s where I got my cab. I couldn’t think of anyplace else to go,” she answers.
“Can you tell us who these people were?” Bobby asks passionately.
“I don’t know. I never saw them before in my life! I don’t know why they did that, why they took my world away!”
“John Ross, can you call 911?” Bobby asks. “And, Christopher, can you help me take Cally up to the bedroom?”
“What should I tell 911?” John Ross asks in a puzzled manner.
“Tell them there’s been a homicide and to come out here to Southfork, and also ask for a paramedic to look at Cally,” Sue Ellen answers in Bobby’s place.
Suddenly, just as Christopher and Bobby reach the second floor with Cally, J.R. enters the house.
“Good morning, Sue Ellen,” he greets jollily.
“J.R., we need to talk about something....” Sue Ellen reveals.
J.R. gives her a questioning expression. “All right. What’s going on?” he asks.
“Now, before you get upset, I want you to be calm, all right?”
“Well, just tell me what happened? Is it about John Ross?” J.R. asks worriedly.
“No. We got an unexpected visitor. Cally showed up,” Sue Ellen answers.
A long pause follows before J.R. shakes his head. “What? Did she bring my son with her?”
Sue Ellen remains clueless to what J.R. means, then continues: “No. She was a mess, just a complete mess! Her husband got killed by some thugs, and she got a ride here-“
“Oh, my God!” But what about Jakob Robert? Nothing happened to him, did it?” J.R. inquires.
“You never said you and Cally had a son!”
“It doesn’t matter what I said or didn’t. Where is she?” J.R. asks impatiently.
“She’s upstairs, but she’s in no condition to see anyone right now.”
“Who in the hell attacked her?!” J.R. shouts.
“I don’t know. She’s resting, so let’s let her recover. She’s got enough to deal with because the police will be talking to her soon, too,” Sue Ellen replies firmly.
Ray walks in and notices the emptiness of the house except for J.R. and Sue Ellen.
“I never thought I’d see you two alone in a room together again,” Ray jokes.
“What do you want, Ray?” J.R. asks impatiently.
“I was going to join Bobby and Christopher for lunch, but they seem to be gone.”
J.R. chuckles and says, “Oh. They’re here all right. We’ve got a story to share with you, don’t we, Sue Ellen?”
Sue Ellen smiles lopsidedly before nodding weakly and sitting in her comfortable seat.
Phyllis’ Maine Home Overlooking Cliffside; Exterior - Late Morning
Phyllis and Miss Ellie walk side-by-side on the jogging path in Phyllis’ neighborhood. Ellie smiles as she takes in the crisp Maine air.
“This is such a lovely place,” Ellie comments.
“I haven’t talked this over with Michael yet, but I’m thinking of selling out and-“
“What?”
“Well, it’s been too much to handle - putting up with Nolan and all his BS. I just want my own space,” Phyllis answers.
“I can understand that. I still can’t believe one man can be so shrewd and so cruel,” Ellie says solemnly.
“He’s just done so much to me over the years. The hardest thing was that paternity suit he filed against his old secretary so he wouldn’t be recognized as the father. I don’t take from anybody, but Nolan was the only man who could make my legs tremble. I just can’t describe the effect he has on me.”
“I know the pain, Phyllis. When Ray revealed that he was Jock’s son, I simply had enough. I had enough of Jock and was ready to divorce him. I’m just glad we reunited before he died so suddenly,” Ellie says.
“But, Jock was a much better man than Nolan Darth. Nolan has no morals or scruples, and he doesn’t care who he hurts as long as he wins in the end. I’m glad I had the guts to finally leave him. I just can’t file those divorce papers.”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Phyllis,” Ellie assures. “Personally, I think it would make things more difficult for you to go through a divorce at this point.”
“I don’t want a divorce either, Ellie. It would be wrong of me to end it because I still love Nolan, and I would be just as bad as him in the end....” Phyllis rationalizes.
“Phyllis! Why don’t you come to Dallas with me-“
“Ellie, you crack me up just like when we were kids!”
“I’m not kidding. I think it would do you good to get away, and it would do you good to be around people who actually love you,” Ellie says.
“I had bad feelings when I left Southfork, and it would hurt me more just to go back. With Daddy dying and Garrison making us think he was dead, and Jock and you taking over the ranch, I felt out of place. I knew I had to get out there and make end’s meet.”
“I was in the wrong, Phyllis. I was a selfish woman back then and wanted everything for myself. I didn’t realize what I was doing. Over these past couple days, I felt we’ve reconnected as sisters, and it would do you good to see your nephews and great-nephews,” Ellie says, smiling at the end.
“Little Junior was my little buddy,” Phyllis says.
“Yes, that he was. It really hurt him when you left and never kept in touch,” Ellie adds.
“I was just as wrong as you were. I thought everyone had turned on me, so I just upped and went to Chicago and started my own life with Nolan,” Phyllis answers.
“We’ve admitted to our faults. Let’s go home, Phyllis,” Ellie begs.
Phyllis stares into the sunlight, then at Ellie. “All right. Let’s go home... home to Southfork.”
Michelle Steven’s Apartment; the Living Room - Late Morning
Michelle, hair undone and still in nightgown, sits on the sofa as she drinks her creamy cup of coffee. She sets her mug on the nearby coffee table and lays back. A woman identical to April enters the room from the hallway.
“You look like a train just ran you over,” the woman chides.
“Thanks a lot, Allison,” Michelle answers crabbily.
“What’s got you so uptight?” Allison asks as she pours herself a glass of fresh orange juice.
“Look, I’ve just got a massive hangover is all.”
“Good morning,” says the innocent voice of Allison’s only child Alexis Stevens.
“Hey, yourself,” Allison replies solemnly.
“What’s got you all in a sour mood?” Alexis asks.
“Auntie Michelle is just being a pain in the butt!”
“No, I am not, Allison!” Michelle retorts.
Alexis rolls r eyes as she grabs a pear from the fruit basket. “So, are we going to see April’s family today or not?” she asks.
“You and your mom can go, but I ain’t-“
“We can’t go without you, Shelly!” Allison exclaims.
Michelle grabs her cup and takes a sip. “I said I’d come to Dallas to support you, but I never said I’d actually go to the ranch. There are too many bad memories there,” she answers.
Allison sighs and looks at her daughter. “I guess we came all the way here for nothing,” she shrugs.
“Look, Mom, I didn’t just get on a plane and fly here just to go back up north,” Alexis blurts. “I’m not leaving until we go to that ranch.”
Michelle laughs, and Allison feels embarrassed. “You don’t run my life, young lady! But, we probably won’t have peace of mind until we meet April’s husband and find out what went on from his perspective.”
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Southfork Ranch; the Lounge - Afternoon
Bobby and Ray escort Cally, who has refreshed and taken a shower apparent by her soaked hair and new beige robe, down the flight of stairs and into the lounge, where the rest of the family and Sheriff Burnside wait patiently. Cally stares emotionlessly at J.R., who returns a more passionate expression, and sits down uncomfortably at one of the velvet chairs.
Sheriff Burnside attempts to be friendly with this frail woman who has encountered much trauma within this short time.
“I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a long time ago when you were still married to J.R.,” the sheriff greets.
Cally returns no response and doesn’t even gain eye contact with the interrogator.
“Well, your former brothers-in-law and J.R. have told me a lot of what I need to know, so this will be relatively short. From what I understand, you aren’t Mrs. Ewing anymore. Could you tell me your new married name?” the sheriff asks politely.
“Littles, Cally Harper Littles,” Cally answers, fiddling with her pruned fingers.
“All right,” Sheriff Burnside mutters as he writes it on his report. “Are you ready for me to talk to you, and do you feel comfortable with these people here?”
“I’d rather get this over-with if you don’t mind. I would like them to stay,” Cally answers, staring distantly into space.
“All right, Mrs. Littles. Could you begin by telling what city this occurred in?” the sheriff inquires. “I understand you were in Florida at the time.”
“We were in Orlando, Florida at Church Street Station,” Cally answers.
“And, also, I need the name of your husband, please.”
“His name was Tyrone Littles, and I would feel more comfortable if you wouldn’t act so affable around me,” the woman demands weakly.
“I have another question ask before I ask you for a sequence of events... if you can manage that-“
“You heard the woman,” J.R. interrupts. “She doesn’t want your phony sympathy or your delays. Just get on with it.”
Sheriff Burnside shoots a glare at J.R., and then proceeds with his inquiries. “Were there any witnesses to the crime? Now, please try to think back if there was anybody... anybody at all around,” the sheriff presses.
“There was no one around, and I’m certain about it,” Cally answers firmly.
Sheriff Burnside inscribes the latest information Cally told him onto his notepad and turns to a fully empty page. “Could you tell me everything you know that happened that day, and you may take your time.”
Cally looks off and begins to reminisce thoughtfully and accurately. “Well, Tyrone and I had driven up to Orlando to visit my son who’s accommodated at one of the boarding schools there, and we decided to go out to eat at Church Street Station. The parking lot was ridiculously crowded, and we had to park all the way to a rundown street almost a half-mile away. We ate at a little Mexican stand and did a little window shopping afterward, but didn’t buy anything. By that time, it was almost eight at night, and everything was closing up. Well, almost all those cars ahead of us were gone, so pretty much ours, all the way in the back, was all there was. I remember that everything was unusually dark and quiet, and it even made me and Tyrone a little nervous. I don’t know who these people were or what they wanted, but they appeared from all sides, and there was really no way around them-“
“I’m sorry for interrupting,” the sheriff apologizes, “but could you be a little descriptive of these people you refer to? I mean, how many were there, and what kind of clothes did they wear?”
“They looked like some kind of Mafia hit men to me. I don’t know - they were dressed a little too formally and wore these trench coats,” Cally answers.
“That’s strange to hear. Now, I’m not saying it’s not true, but the Mafia, from my understanding, is pretty scarce there and usually don’t dress to draw attention,” the sheriff says.
“Well, anyways, we called out to them and asked what they wanted, but a tall, heavyset guy - I think he was the leader - said that Orlando sends his regards and came after me with little blades, but Tyrone pushed me away and told me to run. I did just that, and when I looked back he was already to the ground.”
“Orlando. Do you know what they meant by that? Could it have been in reference to the city of Orlando?” the sheriff asks curiously.
“I don’t know... they referred to Orlando as a person; and before you ask this, no, my husband and I were not involved in anything illegal. We were just an ordinary couple living alone in Gainesville, Florida.”
Burnside, in an organized fashion, writes down everything Callie tells him, and then looks back.
“What happened next?”
Cally momentarily takes time to contain her emotions before proceeding. “I... I ran as fast as I could back to Church Street Station. I didn’t even bother to look because I was so frightened. But, by that time, I had lost them. In fact, I’m not sure they even followed after me. I, then, just stood there in the emptying street trying to think of what to do. I was going to call the police, but I knew whoever it was would find me alone, so I got the nearest taxi cab and took it to the Florida/Alabama state border because that was its limit. It took a while, but I got a cab in that town which took me further than the last one to Louisiana. Now, I was going to see my brothers in Haleyville, but I knew I couldn’t face them after all these years apart. I knew I was taking a chance, so in the nearest town, I got a cab that took me all the way to Southfork.”
The sheriff nods slightly and stands up from his seat. “I really do thank you, Mrs. Littles, for taking your time to speak to me right now. I’ll be taking what you told me to the Braddock P.D., and I’ll let you know when I have information regarding your husband,” Burnside assures.
Cally smiles weakly and breathes a sigh of relief.
J.R. escorts Burnside to the door, but before that Burnside leans over to whisper in his ear.
“I’m going to contact the sheriff of Orlando and find out if Tyrone Littles’ body has been brought in or if pictures can be sent for identification,” Burnside says.
J.R. nods in assurance before closing the door for the aging sheriff. J.R., then, turns to his ex-wife Cally and stares at her longingly.
Bobby excuses himself from the rest of the family and walks over to the phone. He picks up the receiver and dials the operator.
“Hello? Operator, I’d like to place an overseas call to the President Hotel in London, please.”
After a few minutes, the receptionist at the President answers. “Good evening.”
“Yes. You too. Um, my name is Bobby Ewing, and my fiancé Jennifer Jantzen is staying in one of your rooms,” he says.
A few seconds pass by before the receptionist’s feminine voice comes back on the line. “I’m sorry, but Miss Jantzen hasn’t checked in.”
“Are you sure?” Bobby asks in a shocked tone.
“She never made her reservation, and it was given to someone else. I am very sorry. I wish I could help or do something.”
“No, that’s okay. It’s just a matter of miscommunication, I guess,” Bobby answers before hanging up.
Orlando’s Casino-Dallas; the office - Dusk
Orlando sits at his desk across from some of his elite guard, including his prized top henchman, Kelly Abbottsford, who appears to be the only standing. Orlando greets them each, but he remains most courteous with, of course, Kelly.
“Well, I never thought I’d see the daylight again. Jennifer Jantzen was my saving grace, but it’s a shame she had to fall in the end. But, she chose the path of foolishness. And, you all know that foolishness is always fatal,” Orlando says evilly, making some of the others uncomfortable.
Orlando retrieves his briefcase and opens it to reveal the same blueprints of Southfork seen in the previous episode.
“Thanks to Kelly, who paid off the Ellis-County clerk, we now have an official copy of the Southfork Estate,” Orlando says, sharing it with his inquisitive men.
The insidious figure allows his men some time to scan the blue prints before continuing with his next set of information. “We can also thank our friend in the janitorial department at the Ewing-Oil building who reported that the Red Files are nowhere in the building, and I have reliable proof to support that as well. So, that means they’re either hidden away in the one of the Ewing safety-deposit boxes around the world, or they’re in the estate somewhere.”
“How are we going to infiltrate the perimeter of this Southfork Ranch?” one henchman asks. “Certainly those city slickers have security around.”
Orlando grins and looks at the ground as he leans against his desk. “If you had waited, I was about to get to that,” Orlando answers rather disgustedly. “Now, as Kelly should have informed you, five people reside at the ranch: John Ross “J.R.” Ewing, Jr., whom you all should know about; his ex-wife, Sue Ellen; his younger brother, Bobby James; Bobby’s adopted son, Christopher; and there’s J.R. middle son, John Ross III. They all have daily schedules they go about, and various men in our organization have been observing their every move. We have video cameras hidden in the house, thanks to our contact in the exterminating company.”
“Sir, if I may ask,” Kelly begins, “have the Ewings left any kind of clues that could possibly lead to where in the house those files are at?”
“No, but I’m not too surprised. I’d expect those papers to be well hidden, and most likely they’re hidden in one of the walls or the attic which no one goes up to,” Orlando answers, and then takes a sip of his cold glass of ice water.
“Now, men, you will each be given a file of an individual person. You must study it carefully, and it’s up to you how you obtain their live selves, and I want them alive.”
“I thought this was going to be quick and discreet, no kidnappings or killings,” one henchman says.
“You know too well that the mansion is too big to just go in and out. It’ll probably take hours or even a whole day to scavenge the whole place, and surely someone will see us. And with those hostages, it’s up to my old buddy J.R. what happens to them. He and whoever can pay a ransom to get them back, or he can witness their painful deaths via television,” Orlando answers.
Orlando, then, excuses the rest of the henchman before standing alone with Kelly.
“Kelly, I want to talk to you,” Orlando asks in an unusual, softer tone.
“Of course, sir,” Kelly says, almost surprised.
Orlando grabs his glass of water and watches the liquid swirl in his glass. “I’ve never had anyone who I could really talk to growing up. You know, my father was a drunken abuser, and my mother was someone who could never understand me, and even my own siblings had their own ways. The only other man besides you who would really listen was my uncle, Joseph Lombardi.”
Kelly sits down at one of the seats as he listens to his employer.
“Kelly, I never told anyone why I want those Red Files so much, but I’m going to tell you because I trust you, boy. You know that I was married five times, don’t you? Well, my first wife - I really thought the world of her. She taught me how to love and was the most sincere people I ever knew. When she gave J.R. Ewing that evidence to destroy me, my whole world was over. I didn’t want to believe it; I didn’t want to live anymore. I got back at her, though. She paid - she paid with her life, and I made sure her relatives never got to see our children ever again!”
Kelly quietly, politely asks, “Is that evidence in those Red Files?”
A gleam of anger shines in Orlando’s eye because of him being interrupted, but he holds his anger to himself and slams his glass of water onto the table.
“I trust you won’t share this with anyone,” Orlando mutters in monotone.
Kelly shakes his head negatively. “No, of course I won’t, Mr. Orlando.”
Orlando nods and takes a sip of his water. “All right, good. Now, get out of my office. I want to be alone!”
Southfork Ranch; the Dining Room - Evening
After dinner Bobby enters the dining room to find Christopher eating a nightly snack. Bobby smiles when he sees his son and proceeds to sit near him.
“I thought I’d find you in here,” Bobby says, sitting down.
“You want to talk about something, Dad?” Christopher asks sincerely.
“Hmm. Well, I’m not sure what to do; I’m a little worried.”
“Worried about what?”
“Well, it’s about Jennifer. I couldn’t get a hold of her for a whole day on her cell phone; then, I tried calling her hotel, and they said she never checked in. I don’t know what to do.”
“Are you sure you got the right hotel?” Christopher asks.
“Yes, I’m sure. They had given her reservation to someone else.”
“Hmm,” Christopher thinks aloud. “I don’t know what to tell you, Dad.”
“Well, I didn’t expect you to. I want to call the police, but what could I tell them? I think I should wait just a while and see if she calls,” Bobby replies.
Christopher nods in agreement and takes a spoonful of his frozen yogurt. Bobby smiles and grabs a spoon from the table.
“Mind if I have a bite?” Bobby asks as he takes a spoonful.
Ray enters the dining room and rubs his cold hands together. “Well, J.R. is upstairs, talking to Cally, and Sue Ellen and John Ross are having some kind of Mother/Son dinner, so I’m going to head on home,” he tells as he waves.
“Oh, Ray, wait,” Bobby calls. “Why don’t you have some yogurt with us?”
Ray shakes his head. “Nah, I’m not too partial on yogurt anyhow,” he answers just before the doorbell rings.
Ray proceeds to answer it and is shocked to see Allison and Alexis standing in the cold. He finds himself at a loss for words as Bobby and Christopher rush by.
“Oh, my God,” Bobby mutters.
Meanwhile, Cally and J.R. lie together in one of the guest bedrooms.
“I’m so sorry this all happened to you, Cally,” J.R. says.
Cally simply stares at the ceiling before clearing her sinuses. “I wasn’t sure how you’d react to seeing me after all this time, especially a blubbering crybaby.”
“Callie, you had every right to be upset,” J.R. assures. “I wish it was under better circumstances, but it was rather good to see you again. I know we had our differences in the past, with you not letting me see Jake and all.”
“J.R., please don’t bring that up. I don’t regret one iota what I did because, frankly, Tyrone was a wonderful father to our son. I couldn’t have asked for a better man.”
“Cally, did you… did you ever have any other children?” J.R. asks.
“Tyrone and I were going to have a little baby of our own….”
“What happened?” J.R. asks tenderly.
“I wasn’t strong enough to handle the pregnancy, and he or she came out stillborn. And, I suffered uterine damage and couldn’t have any more children.”
J.R. closes his eyes at hearing that and a very sincere expression crosses his face. “Callie, I’m so sorry… all that you’ve had to endure,” he says.
“I want to thank you. You could’ve done so many things to me by me coming back to Southfork, but I couldn’t have asked for a better support.”
“We were married, Cally, and we share a bond that will never go away,” J.R. assures.
Cally remains deathly silent at her ex’s final comment and sits up uncomfortably.
“Cally, did I say something?” J.R. asks.
“No, no, you didn’t. It’s just when you said we were married once before….”
“Yeah?”
“I guess I forgot that or something,” Cally says fidgety.
“Have you called Jake?” J.R. asks suddenly.
Cally looks to the ground and shakes his head. “I can’t believe I didn’t! I have to call him before somebody else does.”
J.R. quiet backs away as Cally dials the phone, and he and proceeds downstairs.
“I can’t believe April had a twin sister and never told me,’ Bobby says in disbelief.
‘I didn’t expect her to mention me since we had our considerable differences,” Allison answers. “April wasn’t one for family talk. I guess I should tell you Michelle came with us-“
“Michelle… she’s in Dallas?” Bobby asks in a surprised tone.
“She didn’t want to come, but maybe I could convince her to join us for breakfast,” Allison suggests.
“I’d like that,” Bobby agrees; then, he looks at Alexis looking at the pictures of April from the photo album. “You can have those if you want.”
“What?” Alexis says, caught off-guard. “Oh, no, I couldn’t. I’m just thinking about how much my mom and she looked so much alike.”
“I really don’t mind if you take them,” Bobby says.
“I think it’s painful for him to look at her pictures anyways,” Christopher says.
Alexis smiles nervously at Christopher before looking back at the album. “Okay.”
“Why don’t you join us for breakfast, Christopher?” Allison asks. “And, you, too, Mr. Krebbs.”
“Oh, just call me Ray, please,” Ray asks politely. “And, I think I’ll take you up on that invitation. What about you, Chris?”
“Ah, I suppose it couldn’t hurt,” Christopher shrugs.
J.R. appears in the room. “I didn’t know we had-“ J.R. finds himself in complete shock to see Allison and thinks she’s April. “Oh, my God!”
Airplane Landing at Dallas Love Field Airport - Evening
Phyllis and Ellie sit next to each other, and Michael sits in front of them as the airliner lands at Dallas Love Field Airport.
“It was a rough landing, wasn’t it, Phyllis?” asks Ellie, who is recovering from a mild case of jet lag.
“Don’t talk to me, please,” Phyllis asks as she continually breathes in.
Michael looks over the seat at his ill mother and aunt. “If you ladies don’t mind, I have a phone call to make once the plan is landed,” he says.
“Believe me, son, we certainly do not care at this point,” Phyllis says as she waves herself with her own vomit bag.
The stewardess appears and looks at all the passengers. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be landing shortly, so please fasten your seat belts because it’s going to be a bumpy ride.”
Phyllis’ eyes widen, and she places her hand over her face. “Oh, ****, not this again!”
Later, after the plane has landed, Michael walks over to the pay phone as Ellie and Phyllis step outside. After paying the quarter and waiting through the incessant rings, the voice of an older man answers.
“Yeah? Who is this?” the man asks.
“Father, it’s me, Michael.”
“Ah. So, I assume you and your mother landed in Dallas without much trouble,” Nolan says as he closes his legal book.
Michael chuckles slightly and places his finger against his chin. “Well, Mother and her new sister didn’t fare well in, but we got through it in one piece.”
Nolan looks at his clock. “I’m just closing up the office and handing out severance checks now, but I’ve got no choice! It’s sad to leave this place after almost ten years, but I’ll be wherever your mother is. She can’t get out of my sight,” he says firmly.
“Be sure, Father, that word of me revealing this to you doesn’t get to her, all right?” Michael asks.
Nolan chuckles and stands up. “Hmm. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t rat out on my partner in crime like that. Have I in the past?” Nolan asks.
“No, I suppose you haven’t. I just feel a little bad for turning on her like this.”
“You’re doing her a favor. She needs me, Michael. She can’t function without my very presence in her life, and she knows it. Phyllis Darth can’t fool me!”
Michael glances at the airport entrance, where Miss Phyllis impatiently waves for her son to follow. “I better go. Mother’s getting a little antsy, and I better bring her to the ranch before she embarrasses me like she did on the plane,” he tells.
“Oh! Before you go, I wanted to tell you something: I told your sister Mandy in Hollywood about our recent move, and she’s thinking of joining us. She says she has an old debt to pay, I guess. I don’t know what that means,” Nolan shrugs.
“All right, I’ll be expecting you and maybe Mandy, too. Bye!” Michael hangs up the phone and rushes outside by where his mother and aunt are.
“Michael, what in the hell kept you on that phone?” Phyllis asks as they step into the cab.
“Oh, I had to call Jill up, Mother. She wasn’t too happy to learn that I left the state and moved so far away,” Michael answers.
“Well,” Miss Ellie begins, “I know you and Jill are separated, but you’re just putting more of a strain on your marriage as it is!”
“Your aunt is right, Michael,” Phyllis adds. “God, I thought you had told her when we were back at home.”
Anita Smithfield Ewing’s Townhouse - Evening
Anita sits comfortably on her sofa while reading a magazine as the doorbell rings. She puts it down and calls out, “Who is it?”
After not receiving a reply, she struggles to get up and rushes over to answer. Seeing J.R. standing there with his sadistic grin causes her to slam the door, but he blocks it with his foot.
“Now, is that any way to greet your husband?” J.R. asks as he steps in.
Anita rushes over to the phone. “I’m calling the police!”
J.R. quickly retrieves the receiver from her hand and puts it down. “Now, we’ve got a matter to discuss,” J.R. states solemnly.
“You mean consummating our marriage, don’t you?”
“Well, I’m glad you’re not getting slow on me,” J.R. replies as he takes off his jacket.
Anita shakes her head and tries to free herself, but J.R. forces her onto the couch and begins taking her black blouse off.
“J.R., let go of me! Let go of me!” Anita shrieks.
J.R. holds her back by her arms and gains direct eye contact. “I gave you a chance, but we’ll have to do it the hard way!”
Southfork Ranch; the Lounge - Late Evening
Following J.R.’s absence was the arrival of John Ross and Sue Ellen from their pleasant evening out. Introductions were thoroughly made, and soon the whole room was filled with jokes and laughter, something that had been missed from the household for years and years.
The cab carrying Phyllis, Ellie and Michael pulls down the stretched Southfork driveway. Unknown to anyone, a sleek black car is hidden on the abandoned farm across the street from the ranch, and Kelly begins photographing the taxi with a long-distance camera.
Later, everyone’s fun-filled night is interrupted by the arrival of Miss Ellie, who bears a strong presence in the family, in the lounge. Bobby smiles at his mother and embraces her.
“Welcome back to your home, Mama. It’s good to be back, Bobby,” Ellie says.
“Are Auntie Phyllis and her son with you?” Bobby asks curiously.
“Yes. I wanted to come in first, though, and see you all again,” Ellie answers, and they are all soon joined by Miss Phyllis and Michael.
Miss Ellie smiles as her family welcomes her sister’s family into her home; then, she glances at Allison and believes her to be April. The string of emotions running through her is too much to bear.
“Oh, my… oh, my God!” Ellie says as she begins to feel weak and falls back onto the chair.
“Are you all right, Sis?” Phyllis asks in grave concern as she leans over.
Miss Ellie suddenly loses her lively appearance, and her head leans to the side.
Bobby reaches over to check her pulse. “I can’t feel… I can’t feel a pulse. Sue Ellen, call 911....”
Sue Ellen tries to remain calm as she dials and asks for an ambulance. Allison backs into a corner in panic with Alexis, fearing that she was the cause of Miss Ellie’s apparent death…
Anita Smithfield Ewing’s Townhouse - Midnight
J.R. lies in bed next to Anita, who finally gave into him and consummated their so-called business marriage. He looks over at her and chuckles, knowing that he won in the end. Suddenly, his cellular phone rings, and he turns on the light.
“Who in God’s name could be calling at this time?” J.R. asks himself as he takes the phone out of his nearby jacket pocket. “Hello!”
“J.R., it’s Bobby.”
“What in the hell are you calling me at this hour for? And, you sound like you lost your best friend,” J.R. comments from his brother’s tone.
“I’m not doing too well, J.R. Not damned well at all. I’ve got bad news,” Bobby says grimly.
“Well, get on with it already!”
“Momma came home from Maine with Auntie Phyllis and her son-“
“Auntie Phyllis? My God, are you serious? It’s been almost a lifetime since I’ve seen her!”
“Well, I’m afraid - I guess the trip was too much on Momma,” Bobby says tearfully.
“What’re you saying now?” J.R. asks, as if knowing what he’s going to say.
“Momma’s dead, J.R. She had a heart attack at home here….”
J.R. closes his eyes and fights back tears. He almost drops the phone and struggles to keep it held to his ear. “When… when did it happen?”
“It happened a couple hours ago. I would’ve called you sooner, but there was so much confusion, calling 911 and having her taken off the ranch,” Bobby answers.
“I’m just putting to bed something my lawyer and I are working on, but I’ll be right on home, Bob!”
Southfork Ranch; Cally’s Bedroom - Early Morning
Cally sits up in bed crying, and Sue Ellen sits next to her to comfort her. “I can’t believe Miss Ellie is gone, and I didn’t even get to say goodbye!”
“Cally, none of us knew what was going to happen. It was all so sudden,” Sue Ellen informs.
“She was so good to me, though! She was the first woman who welcomed me into this home and was so good and loving to me all the time before she and Clayton moved to Europe,” Cally reminisces.
“She was one in a million,” Sue Ellen says. “But, God bless anyone who crosses her or one of her boys!”
Cally laughs as she wipes away a tears trickling down her cheek. “I never saw that side of her.”
“I suppose she probably softened up more as she got older, but even she had her moments,” Sue Ellen confesses. “Well, you probably want your privacy.”
Cally watches Sue Ellen get up and calls her back. “Wait… I just wanted to say - I wanted to thank you for listening to me and hearing you out,” she says.
Meanwhile, J.R. and Phyllis stand alone in the lounge. J.R. pours himself a drink; then, turns to his aunt.
“Would you like a drink, Auntie Phyllis?” he asks courteously.
“No, thanks, Junior,” Phyllis politely refuses as she stares blankly into space.
“At least Momma got to see you and the ranch before she passed,” J.R. shrugs.
Phyllis smiles lopsidedly and sits down on the sofa. “The ranch was always Ellie’s passion. She was the animal lover of her, Garrison and me,” Phyllis says.
“It was good to see you back at the ranch, but I’m sorry that it had to have such a climatic ending like this,” J.R. regrets.
I’ll try not to think of it as a sad thing too much and think what you said, that she got to see Southfork again.”
Ray enters the room and proceeds to pour himself a bottle of brandy. J.R. and Phyllis both exchange annoyed glances.
“Has prohibition hit again?” J.R. asks.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Ray asks.
“It means why are you coming into my home at all hours, especially when we’re mourning, and making yourself comfortable?” J.R. asks bitterly.
“Well, forgive me for living! I just came by to tell Bobby that I took Allison and Alexis home-“
“Couldn’t you have just called?”
A brief silence ensues, and Phyllis struggles to hold in her laughter. Ray becomes disgusted with both people in the room.
“You know, I was going to offer you my support through Miss Ellie’s death, but I don’t think I’m going to now!”
Orlando’s Casino; the office - Midmorning
Orlando sits in delight as he reads an article in the paper regarding Miss Ellie’s death. Kelly walks in, sharing the same pleased expression as him.
“I suppose you already know what happened?” Kelly asks.
“Believe me, I was probably the first to know,” Orlando answers.
“I guess that’s one of those damned Ewings out of the way, huh?”
“Ironically, it had to be “Momma” to go first. I suppose fate likes to take by the oldest,” Orlando shares.
“You know, wouldn’t it just be fitting to send a bouquet of dead, dried-up roses to the funeral?”
Orlando chuckles at the thought. “We better not get carried away, or we might lose our awareness and guard of things,” he says. “But, I’m in too much of a good mood to give a damn!”
“I know it’s usually you who would say this,” Kelly begins, “but how about I treat you to lunch?”
Orlando rises from his seat and grabs his off-white blazer to match his slacks. “Sounds good to me!”
Anita Smitheld Ewing’s Townhouse - Morning
Anita hears the doorbell ring and rushes over to answer it, glad to see J.R. She ushers him in and sits down next to him by the couch.
“I know we aren’t exactly friends anymore, but I wanted to tell you how sorry I am.... I really am sorry about your mother’s death,” Anita assures.
J.R. smiles weakly. “You didn’t have to call me all the way here just to tell me that!”
“It would have more meaning if I had told you in person,” Anita says.
“Yeah! I suppose it does for some,” J.R. says emotionlessly before standing up to leave.
“J.R., this probably isn’t the right thing to say right now, but last night was good. I want us to work things out if that’s possible,” she says.
J.R. looks in her direction glumly. “Try calling when you have the decency to wait until after someone’s funeral, and maybe I’ll think about it!”
J.R. quickly leaves, leaving Anita to sit alone on the couch disappointedly. At first, she stands up to go after him, but she declines and heads into the kitchen.
