Previously on "Dallas"...
- Will you marry me, Pamela? - Yes!
I need you to follow John Ross for me.
What kind of trouble you think he's gotten himself into?
Emma Ryland.
Now, you got to be smarter than that,
'cause next time it might be an enemy instead of me
on the other side of that lens.
Followed that boy 24 hours a day.
Never went near Emma Ryland.
- Are you sure? - Absolutely.
There's no drilling on Southfork.
Our whole cattle operation's in this section.
You'll put all the hands out of work.
I'm fracking.
I started taking more pills.
Can you get me some?
I might be able to help you.
My name is Nicolas Treviño, and I'm here on behalf
of Cliff Barnes to act as his proxy.
Cliff and Nicolas probably never worked together.
So there's got to be some other reason
why Nicolas is doing this for Cliff.
You saved my life when I was a boy,
and now it's my turn.
We will get justice for your family.
You need leverage and the gun that killed J.R.
They stole out of my locker at the gun range.
I'd like you to meet Rhonda Simmons.
Rhonda was the witness that testified
that Cliff was in the bar the night J.R. was killed.
And if your trucks don't deliver our product within 24 hours,
we'll have to teach your daughter a lesson.
Taking orders from a drug lord.
He's not working for a drug lord.
He's working for the CIA?
[Brake grinds]
Harris working with the CIA.
If things go sideways between Harris and the cartel,
Emma could be in danger.
I mean, that's what drug lords do...
go after the loved ones of their enemies.
I wonder if it's even safe
for Emma to go riding on her own at Southfork.
I'll see to it that it's safe.
We get back get home, I'll have Nate beef up security.
You and Emma will always be safe on Southfork.
Always.
You can count on that.
[Engine turns over]
That one looks a little bit like the map of Texas.
- What is wrong with that? - [Chuckles]
Who says pancakes got to be round to taste good anyway?
It is the thought that counts.
Hmm.
Voilà !
Sweets...
for my sweet.
- Well? - Mmm.
It actually tastes better than it looks.
- Oh, does it? - [Chuckles]
Let me taste. Shhh!
- [Gasps] - Oh.
That does taste good.
- Just a little bit more. - [Laughs]
- Oh, yeah. - [Laughing] Stop!
Mmm.
Oh, hey, Emma. Sorry.
We didn't see you there.
Oh, don't stop on my account. [Chuckles]
I'm just gonna go hang out by the pool for a bit.
Enjoy your breakfast.
Okay.
Mm. I think I will.
- Okay. - Mm-hmm.
Well, I want more.
- Do you? - Mm-hmm.
Here it comes. [Imitates engine]
[Giggling]
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[horse whinnies]
Thanks for riding the perimeter with me, Nate.
It all looks pretty secure.
Listen, from now on, I want to put
a few extra men riding the fence line
and some extra muscle on all the gates.
Yes, sir.
I also want all the hands to ride armed from now on.
I don't want to take any chances.
- [Cellphone rings] - Excuse me.
Yeah.
I'm with Mr. Ewing now.
Okay. We're on our way.
Looks like we got trouble already.
[Grunting]
[Indistinct shouting]
Hold up, Nate. Hold it.
Want to make sure John Ross learns his lesson.
[Shouting continues]
All right, all right! That's enough.
I said, "that's enough."
Now get back there.
Now, everybody just simmer down.
You're angry. I get it. So am I.
Southfork is a cattle ranch, not an oil field.
And I intend to keep it that way.
Nobody is losing their jobs.
We will if J.R. Jr. here has his way.
I stopped J.R. every time.
I can damn well keep his son from drilling, too.
John Ross, you threaten to take away a man's livelihood,
this is exactly what you get.
All right, I'm stopping this before it gets started.
You also have work to do.
So do I. So get about it. Go on.
Go on.
Climb down off your high horse, Uncle Bobby.
I'm not the enemy here. Cliff Barnes is.
We want the same thing, you and I.
We pretty much want the same thing.
We just have different ways of going about it.
Traditionally, of course, the bride's mother sits here,
to the left of the groom's father.
But since J.R.'s not here,
maybe we should put Afton next to you.
- How does that sound? - That's fine.
Sue Ellen, is something wrong?
- No. No, I'm fine. - Really?
Because you just agreed to Afton as your dinner partner
at your son's wedding without so much as peep.
Now, that doesn't sound fine to me.
Maybe I am a bit distracted.
We have been friends a long time, Sue Ellen.
If there's something bothering you,
you know you can come to me.
[Sighs]
Maybe I'm crazy,
but I have this sinking feeling
that something might be going on with John Ross and Emma.
What?
But... but John Ross and Pamela
- seem so happy. - Yeah.
They're renewing their vows. We're planning their wedding.
I know.
But the other night,
I saw John Ross leaving Emma's room.
He said it was business,
but I think there was something more.
And then the look between them this morning.
Well, have you talked to John Ross about it?
It won't do any good.
I learned the hard way
that cheaters are almost always liars, too.
[Sighs]
I know I've been defensive
about Emma's behavior in the past.
You were right about her drug use.
Yeah.
Maybe you're right this time, too.
I shouldn't have told you about all this.
It's my cross to bear, not yours.
And I should be the one that deals with it.
And I will.
[Cell door opens]
[Grunts] Hey.
Right now you can see what it feels like
to be a caged animal,
where just a glimpse of the sky constitutes a room with a view.
Could I get a café con leche, por favor?
Man: Sí, señor.
[Grunts]
Your money may be buying you
special privileges in here...
But it's not gonna get you out.
No?
And neither will Nicolas Treviño.
Oh, listen. How is he doing?
I mean, is he fitting in with the company?
I know your alleged purchase
of his telecommunications interest back in Brazil in 2008
is bullshit.
I don't know what you're up to with him at Ewing Global,
but I'm gonna find out. Ewing Global?
That's what you're calling
the company that I built now, huh?
How very J.R. of you to come in here
and accuse me of underhandedness
when it's you and your family
who framed me for a crime I did not commit.
The only person you have to blame for being in here
is you.
You murdered my unborn children.
Any way you justify it,
you are exactly where you belong...
rotting in a Mexican prison.
I'm glad J.R. is dead.
But I didn't kill him.
And the truth will come out.
And when it does, I will be set free.
[Exhales sharply]
[Cell door opens]
[Indistinct conversations]
Whoa! Hey.
You okay?
_
Adios.
_
[Engine turns over]
Nicolas: Don't worry. We'll figure it out.
I'll have a little chat with our friend Rhonda,
and you'll drop in at the gun range.
Get a look at their surveillance video
from the days before J.R.'s murder for evidence
that Cliff's gun really was stolen from his locker,
just like he said.
[Brakes squealing]
Partners.
[Bell jingles]
Excuse me, miss.
I think you dropped this outside.
You should be careful
walking around with so much cash.
There must be at least... what?... $25,000 in here.
[Chuckling] I wish it were mine, but it's not.
But it could be.
If you'd only tell the truth,
that the Ewings bribed you to implicate Cliff Barnes
in J.R. Ewing's murder.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I've seen your bank account, Miss Simmons.
I know you deposited $20,000
right after you moved back to Texas from Mexico.
I know what it's like to build something from nothing
and start over, fighting for every little scrap.
But not the Ewings.
They see people like us as servants,
rewarding our loyalty with money
that ends up costing us our freedom in the end.
That's what I'm offering you... freedom...
starting with the truth.
[Scoffs]
If there's one thing I learned in my own journey,
it's this... when good luck comes your way, accept it
because it likely won't come around again.
You have until the end of the day tomorrow.
Please, think about it.
[Bell jingles]
[Door closes]
[Gate creaks]
[Sighs]
That's a pretty small bikini.
It's a bathing suit, and that's a pool.
You may want to dress
a little less provocatively around John Ross.
He is a man, after all, and soon to become a groom.
Did you come here
just to criticize my choice of bathing suit,
or is there something else that you want?
Only for you to stay safe.
With your father out of jail,
Bobby's increasing security on the ranch.
But since we have no idea
what kind of danger the cartel might pose,
it might be a good idea to stick close to home.
I'm 22 years old. No one controls me but me.
Not daddy, not grandmother, and sure as hell not you.
What's wrong?
Bad mood is all.
Well, whatever it is,
maybe a little retail therapy would help.
I'm headed out to do some honeymoon shopping.
I'd love some company.
Honeymoon shopping?
Mm-hmm.
You want to make John Ross happy on his honeymoon?
Well, then operation lingerie starts now.
- Just give me a sec. - Okay.
It's always nice to see you, Bobby,
but I got a feeling you didn't ask me here today
- just 'cause you missed me. - [Chuckles]
Can't sneak anything by you, huh, Stan?
You're the smartest railroad commissioner Texas ever had.
[Both laugh]
All right.
My nephew, John Ross, has applied
for a permit to frack on Southfork.
I would like it
if you could see a way clear to deny that permit.
- [Chuckles] - What?
It is within your power to deny permits, right?
Theoretically.
If the underlying groundwater
or surrounding ecosystem is threatened.
But, thankfully, those things are rare and hard to prove.
Well, I would catch seven kinds of hell from the industry lobby
if I started denying drilling permits
every time someone's tap water tasted funny
or some tree hugger got his panties in a twist
about endangering some bullshit species of squirrel.
Hmm.
You know, somebody's got to keep
that Sierra club from stopping progress, Bobby.
Am I right?
I know the oil lobby
is sure getting their money's worth out of you.
Got to keep my constituents happy.
[Door closes]
I thought you called me here to fire me.
Looks like you want to finish the fight.
Maybe.
And you think that old two-cone drill bit's
gonna make it fair?
You know what this is. That's a good sign.
My granddaddy used this very bit
to hit his first big well in 1945.
I keep it here for inspiration,
remind me of where I come from and where I'm headed.
Look, I get it. I'm fired.
I'm not firing you for swinging at me.
If anything, I enjoyed the workout.
But, Bo, I'm concerned.
I have it on good authority
that you've been dealing drugs at Southfork.
You ain't got nothing on me.
Nothing but a strung-out debutante's word against mine.
Oh, that is no way to talk
about Bobby Ewing's stepdaughter, now, is it?
[Sighs]
Maybe it's your word against hers,
but I take those to my Uncle or the police,
who do you think they're gonna believe?
[Sighs]
Now, my Uncle wants you and the other hands to think
that ranching is the only way
to make a decent living on Southfork.
I'm here to tell you that that is bullshit.
There's a hundred times more money to be made
in drilling oil By me, by you,
and by the men at the ranch that look up to you.
My Uncle is the past, and I'm looking into the future.
Now, you can either get your men and hop on board my train
or watch them get run over.
[Dog barking in distance]
Look, Harris... just because you work for the CIA
doesn't mean I've forgotten all the terrible things you've done.
In fact, I hold you personally responsible
for the danger Emma now faces,
all because of you and your dealings with the cartel.
Did something happen?
Emma's acting out, taking unnecessary risks.
So, um, how did you know John Ross was the one?
[Sighs] It was weird.
I was still pregnant
and technically married to Christopher,
and John Ross was still getting over Elena,
not to mention the fact that our fathers were mortal enemies.
Mm.
But once we got to know each other,
we realized we were a lot alike.
And because we saw each other at our worst so early on,
we're able to be our real selves with each other now.
Harris: What can I do?
Help me rein her in.
God knows I wish I could,
but she's so angry with me, so determined to hurt me.
That's why we have to tell her
about your dealings with the CIA.
I wish I could trust her with that,
but I can't. [Sighs]
She already put me in jail once. Next time?
Well, if there is a next time, we could all end up dead.
I never meant to put the people that I love in danger, Annie.
And as awful as you think I am, I do love our daughter.
Is there something you're not telling me?
I think she may be sleeping with John Ross.
How about you? Are you seeing anyone?
Oh.
I met someone recently, but it's mostly just sex.
Really great sex.
Tell me about it.
John Ross is epic in that department.
Okay. Let's find you something hot that he'll never forget.
And why wait for the honeymoon?
I think you should try it on tomorrow night
and let me know how it goes, 'cause I love a good kiss-and-tell.
Okay. [Giggles]
I'll just have the rib-eye, rare.
So, what's the occasion, Sue Ellen?
Are we celebrating,
or are you buttering me up for something?
Neither.
I invited you today because I wanted to apologize.
Apologize for what?
For asking you to spy on my son.
It was wrong of me, and I'm not proud of it,
but I wanted you to understand why I did it.
You don't owe me any explanations at all, Sue Ellen.
Just doing my job.
But the truth is, I almost called you this morning
to follow him again.
Every time I see John Ross and Emma together,
I feel sick to my stomach.
But then I... I started thinking.
Maybe I'm projecting the sins of J.R. onto our son.
I guess maybe I'm haunted
by the, uh, philandering ghost of J.R.
[Chuckles] J.R.'s ghost.
That is a scary thought.
Even though he's gone, I keep seeing him in John Ross.
And I am sorry I involved you, and...
and I really appreciate the fact
that you told me the truth about John Ross and Emma.
I'm glad I was wrong. You're a good man, Bum.
And I know you regret the heartache that you caused me
by not telling me all J.R.'s philanderings
even though you knew all of the secrets.
Pamela's a good girl. She's been through a lot.
And she deserves more than a marriage based on lies.
So, here's to Pamela and John Ross...
may they live happily and faithfully ever after.
[Indistinct conversations]
[Bell jingles]
[Man speaking Spanish]
¿Disculpe, estoy buscando a Eduardo Vega?
[Glass thuds]
You found him, muchacho. What do you want?
I came across an article
in the Wall Street Journal from 2004...
about a Nicolas Treviño...
How he made his first $100 million off your research
by effectively stealing a drug patent out from under you
and then marketing it as generic across all of Latin America
without paying you a dime.
[Tv turns off]
We were partners.
He was gonna fund my R&D,
and then we were gonna split the profits, 50/50,
once my technology hit the market.
My name was on the patent, but he had a contract
defining my participation as "work for hire."
Well, why didn't you seek redress through the courts?
I did.
I spent 15 years and every peso I had
fighting to regain what was taken from me.
But turns out, everything Treviño did was legal.
And Nicolas Treviño always wins.
You know, lack of integrity is a chronic condition.
People aren't unethical only once,
in business or in life.
- Treviño must have done this before. - [Speaks Spanish]
Why do you want to know?
He's insinuated himself into my family's business,
and I want to know why.
I figure the more I know about the man,
the more I'll know about his motives.
[Chuckles] Good luck.
You won't find anything on him,
at least not since he became Nicolas Treviño.
I... I'm... I'm not... I'm not sure I follow.
[Papers rustling]
Nicolas Treviño.
He has no birth certificate, no school records,
no criminal records, nothing.
Before 1997, Nicolas Treviño did not exist.
Now, if I were you, I would be asking
who or what he was before he became Nicolas Treviño.
[Speaks Spanish]
Yeah.
[Man speaking Spanish]
[Bell jingles]
[Gun clicks]
[Beep]
Could I get another target, please, and a fresh mag?
Looks like somebody did you wrong, ma'am.
Glad I'm not him.
Bastard cheated on me right here at the gun range.
Can you believe it?
I sure wish there was something I could do
to help you get over it... at least get even.
Maybe there is.
[Mouse clicking]
That don't make sense.
What?
Uh, well, the recordings from the days
you think your guy might have been here are missing.
Clean gone.
I know that look.
It's Emma.
She took the files from my safe
and gave them to John Ross Ewing.
It turns out it's not all the Ewings that are controlling her,
just the worst possible one.
Well, good for her.
John Ross is a nice-looking young man,
if memory serves.
Sounds to me more like your problem than mine.
Yeah, well, unfortunately, mother, it's our problem.
How so?
Well, those files didn't just contain information
that could be used against my enemies.
They also contained unflattering information about you,
as my insurance in the inevitable event you should turn against me.
[Sighs] [Glass thuds]
Yes, lucky for you,
my instinct for self-preservation
is stronger than my instinct for revenge.
I'm sure we can find something
to compromise young Mr. Ewing enough
to convince him to return those files.
And by "we," of course, I mean me.
Yeah.
John Ross: Now that Bo's on my side,
I won't be needing these pills anymore.
Glad that worked out for you.
Now, you want me to go and check on this boy,
make sure that...
I'm sorry.
Am I interrupting something?
[Sighs]
Give me just a minute here, darlin'.
Bum was just on his way out.
You call that discreet?
I told you not to get too cocky, John Ross.
You got a wife at home.
Thank you for the lecture, bum, but you're not my father.
Well, your father's plan was to take Ryland's company...
not his daughter.
Well, you want me to stop hooking up with Emma,
then find something on her old man to put him back in jail.
Well, I'm trying, but it's harder than you'd think.
And it ain't Emma's daddy you should be worrying about.
It's the grandma. She's the one wears the pants.
Your lady friend in there tell you that?
Why don't you just do what I asked, okay?
And sooner rather than later.
Remember, I got a wife at home.
[Door closes]
[Sighs]
You sure you got control of that grandmother of yours?
I'm her little angel.
[Clicks tongue]
But you bring out the devil in me.
What do you think?
Is green my color?
That's your color, all right.
And it's fast becoming my favorite color, too.
Oh, no, no. Keep it on.
I got this especially for you,
and I want you to remember me wearing it.
Okay. [Chuckles]
Mmm.
Hello, Bum. What a nice surprise.
I lied to you, Sue Ellen.
You were right about John Ross and Emma.
I'm sorry.
Not nearly as sorry as I am.
Taxi, por favor.
Excuse me, señor.
You've been asking about Nicolas Treviño.
Yeah.
Maybe we can help.
Will you come with me, please?
Why would I do that?
Because you want answers, señor.
Thank you all for coming.
First off, I want to say
that I was wrong, my Uncle was right.
You start messing with a man's livelihood,
you make an enemy.
I want to thank Bo here
for helping you guys to know that I am not your enemy.
And working with me and drilling oil,
we're all gonna have a better livelihood.
I can promise you that.
All right, guys. Let's get this mess cleaned up.
You heard the man. Let's get to it.
Man: Yeah. Let's do this.
Morning.
Well, good morning, John Ross.
If you're here to try to stop me again, Uncle Bobby,
you can't.
We already settled that.
I know I can't stop you, John Ross.
But my little friend here...
certainly can.
[Laughs]
A chicken?
Well, now, it's not just a chicken.
This is a lesser prairie chicken,
a species native to this area right here.
Well, I have spent most of my life here on Southfork,
and I've never even heard of a... lesser prairie chicken,
nor have I seen one.
Well, that's the point, boy.
They're rare. In fact, they're endangered.
And the Sierra club... you know who they are.
Well, they're pressing for an investigation
into whether or not fracking for oil right here on Southfork
will endanger their very existence.
Investigations like that take months...
hell, sometimes years.
And the railroad commission just won't issue
a permit to drill until the fate
of my little friend here is completely resolved.
He is awful cute, though, isn't he?
Lesser prairie chicken.
Nicolas: When you think about it,
mole is the perfect culinary symbol of Mexico.
Spices and fruits from Spain combined
with chiles and chocolate from the new world.
It's partly European, partly indigenous,
and proudly Mexican... like me.
Did Rhonda call yet?
Don't you think I would have told you?
She's not gonna call. She might.
I gave her till the end of the day.
There's still time.
The Ewings are always one step ahead.
They got rid of the surveillance footage.
I have no idea how.
♪ Music plays ♪
We will find what we're looking for, Elena,
sooner or later.
You know how I know?
'Cause we're fighting for justice.
With every fiber of my being, I...
want to believe you.
We've come this far.
There's no turning back.
[Cellphone rings]
[Chuckles]
[Beep] Hello?
Yes.
I'm glad to hear it.
I'll meet you there.
[Beep]
- That was Rhonda. - Oh.
Okay. She's ready to tell the truth.
See?
I told you.
You made the right decision, Miss Simmons.
I'm glad.
I think you'll find it much easier to live with the truth.
What are you doing here?
Rhonda called me for advice
when a strange man offered her big money
in exchange for the truth
about what she saw the night J.R. was shot.
It's all right, Rhonda. You can talk to him.
Señor Treviño is a business associate.
You can tell him the truth
about what happened that night in Nuevo Laredo.
[Sighs]
I was working at the club.
Mr. Barnes was there and Mr. Ewing.
When Mr. Ewing left, Mr. Barnes followed him outside.
That's all I know.
Sometimes the truth hurts.
On that, we can agree.
It'll be interesting to see who it'll hurt more.
[Door closes]
Now, this is the kind of married life I'm talking about.
What do you think?
Rough day at the office?
You could say that.
Well, I have just the thing to take your mind off it.
I got this especially for you,
and I want you to remember me wearing it.
I'm sorry, baby.
I'm... I'm not really feeling that great.
You mind if I take a rain check?
I think I'm just gonna take a shower.
[Door opens, closes]
[Exhales sharply]
[Elevator doors open]
So?
Bobby was there. He got ahead of us.
Just like he did at the gun range.
We'll look elsewhere.
At the medical examiner's records, flight logs...
Maybe I'm not up for this.
Maybe the Ewings will always win.
And the sooner I accept that, the better off I'll be.
No. Listen.
There are some things I never said to you Elena...
Things that didn't seem right to say when we were children.
And then, as we got older, life got in the way.
But now fate has brought us together again.
And this time, I would never forgive myself
if I didn't say what's always been in my heart.
I never wanted a woman more than I want you.
And if you'll allow me,
I want a chance to make you happy.
[Trucks doors close]
Moon flowers.
They only bloom at night.
I'm sure you're wondering why my family and I require
the protection of so many armed men.
Seems like it goes with
the whole "kidnapping Americans off the street" thing
you got going on down here.
[Speaks Spanish]
[Laughs]
My boys and I, we got back from la Costa Azul.
My husband sent us there to protect us
from the latest round of narco threats.
We live in constant fear, Mr. Ewing.
You know who I am.
[Speaks Spanish]
Yes, and I'm sorry to bring you here so mysteriously
and for the inconvenience.
But I had to confirm your identity first.
I've learned you've been asking questions
about Nicolas Treviño.
What exactly would you like to know about him?
Everything and anything you can tell me.
Well, I can tell you quite a bit.
I'm Lucia Treviño.
His wife.
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