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<blockquote data-quote="stevew" data-source="post: 258568" data-attributes="member: 130"><p>The third generation of Ewing’s arrive at a hospital in Galveston as helicopters land in the background. Reporters swarm them. John Ross says, “Please get out of my way. Lucas. You talk to them.” He then rushes in with Lucy and Christopher behind him. “I’m John Ross Ewing. Those people coming from the Gulf. They’re Ewing’s.”</p><p></p><p>“Mr. Ewing . . .”</p><p></p><p>“You get them whatever they need. Chris. I get a team together. I want their family’s taken care of. We’re going to do everything we can. Go!”</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Outside Lucas tries to answers questions.</p><p></p><p>“Mr. Ewing?”</p><p></p><p>“No, I’m . . .”</p><p></p><p>“Can you tell us what happened?”</p><p></p><p></p><p>“No I can’t. My cousin is working on making sure our employees and their families are taken care of. Then we’ll worry about what happened and why?”</p><p></p><p>“There are reports of crude spilling into the Gulf.”</p><p></p><p>“We’ve been told. We’ve got people trying to put the fire out. As soon as they do, they can get at sealing off the site. But we can’t get near it until we can put the fire out.”</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Lucy pulls John Ross to the side, “What aren’t you telling me?”</p><p></p><p>“What? I don’t have time for this Lucy.”</p><p></p><p>“Don’t give me your shit! I’m not Christopher. I want the truth. What are you keeping to yourself?”</p><p></p><p>“This wasn’t an accident. I’d bet everything I have on it.”</p><p></p><p>“Why do you say that?”</p><p></p><p>“I’ve been working with some people to help get control of Venezuela. Things are more serious than you think.”</p><p></p><p>“What, oil in Venezuela?”</p><p></p><p>“This is more than oil in Venezuela. Think Cuba, October of ’62.”</p><p></p><p>“What?” What the hell have you got this family into?”</p><p></p><p>“This family’s been into longer than you and I have been alive.”</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The fire rages in the dark sky over the cold waters of the Gulf.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Jay attends a penthouse party overlooking the Dallas skyline, loud music, foreplay dancing, drugs. Jay leans over and snorts a line of coke. In one of the bedroom naked bodies cavort.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Jay makes his way up to one of the rooms, an a man not much older than him says, “You’re short.”</p><p></p><p>“What?”</p><p></p><p>“Short. About ten grand short.”</p><p></p><p>“Alright, whatever, I’ll get it to you.”</p><p></p><p>“How about now.”</p><p></p><p>“How about not.”</p><p></p><p>“How about right now,” with a gun jammed into his gut.</p><p></p><p>“Alright. Alright.” He takes off his watch and hands it to him. That should more than cover it.”</p><p></p><p>The man takes the gun away and studies the watch. Suddenly a bullet slices through the window and into the man’s head. Blood splatters all over Jay. There’s commotion on the other side of the door. Jay is frozen in terror as Mateo comes into the room grabbing him up. He yells to men entering the room with him, “Clean this mess up!”</p><p></p><p>Jay yells, “He was shot. His head!”</p><p></p><p>“He’s a god damned drug dealer, what did you think was going to come of his life?” Mateo picks up the watch and pulls Jay out of the room, holding him up.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Christopher walks into his office where Robert waits. “I’ll make this quick because I don’t have time for this. Your deal, it’s off.”</p><p></p><p>“What? No you’re in too deep to walk away from this one. We have a deal.”</p><p></p><p>“No what we have is you contacting me to steal several billion dollars from your sister-in-law. So this is what’s going to happen. I’m acquiring your company and my discount is coming from your shares.”</p><p></p><p>“You listen to me . . .”</p><p></p><p>“No you listen to me. You can agree now or we can handle this another way.”</p><p></p><p>“I’ve already told Leslie about the new offer. I can’t just go back to her and say they’re going to give you the higher offer anyway. And I sure as hell ain’t gonna walk away without my premium.”</p><p></p><p>“Suite yourself. I’ve got things to take care of.” Taking papers off his desk and leaving the office, Christopher leaves Robert standing there.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Roberts leaves the font of the Ewing Building onto the sidewalk out front. A group of men approach, the lead saying, “Mr. Barkley, Robert Barkley?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes.”</p><p></p><p>“FBI. You’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can . . .” Two other men see to his being hand cuffed.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Heron’s fly up from the marshes along the eastern coast of Texas as the first waves of crude oil roles in with the tide.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>John Ross walks up into a private jet. The door closes.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The jet taxis down the runway.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The jet takes off into the bright blue Texas sky.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Lucy plays chess with Steve out behind Southfork.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>A Rolls Royce pulls up behind Southfork. The back passenger side door opens and a pair of beautiful legs turn out from the interior of the sedan. The driver holds out his hand and helps Sue Ellen step out.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Steve runs from the pool to the driveway to greet his grandmother, hugging her, she pets his hair.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Sue Ellen sits with Lucy as she and Steven finish their game of chess. “I don’t understand. Why has John Ross gone to South America?”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t really know. All he told me was that the oil rid was no accident and something about Venezuela being like Cube in sixty-two. I’m trying to help with all these families, one funeral after another, and I hear that the Russian navy is docked in Maracibo.”</p><p></p><p>“The Russian navy? What?”</p><p></p><p>“Then this morning I hear that a Russian company has acquired fifty-one percent of ToGo.”</p><p></p><p>“The oil company?”</p><p></p><p>“An oil company that Robert Barkley was going to work for.”</p><p></p><p>“Who’s Robert Barkley.”</p><p></p><p>“Someone Chris is buying an oil company from. And then this morning I hear that the FBI has arrested Robert Barkley. And John Ross is gone. I don’t know but security around here is tenfold.”</p><p></p><p>“I noticed. I’ve never been stopped at the road before. And by armed guards.”</p><p></p><p>“So I called you.”</p><p></p><p>“Thank you. Let me call Don and see if he can find anything out.”</p><p></p><p>“Don Lockwood? What would your x-husband be able to find out?”</p><p></p><p>“He’s got a lot of contact. An awful lot of contacts.”</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Jay turns around in a hospital room when Mateo comes in. “I want out of here!”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah well you’ve got long ways to go.”</p><p></p><p>“You can’t hold me prisoner!”</p><p></p><p>“You think I can’t. You know better than that. What the hell were you thinking?”</p><p></p><p>“What I do with my life is none of yours or my father’s business.”</p><p></p><p>“I spent too much time ignoring this slide into Sodom and Gomora of yours. It’s done.”</p><p></p><p>“Does my father even know I’m here?”</p><p></p><p>“Of course he does.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah of course he does but he can’t bother to show up. Lucy?”</p><p></p><p>“You really want me to tell Lucy you’re here?”</p><p></p><p>“No of course not.”</p><p></p><p>“Your father would be here but he’s dealing with something, something he can’t put off.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh yes the business.”</p><p></p><p>“It’s not just business. He’s involved in something far more important than just making money.”</p><p></p><p>“What?”</p><p></p><p>“I can’t tell you.”</p><p></p><p>“No of course you can’t. Listen I just want to go home.”</p><p></p><p>“Then let these people help you.”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t need help!”</p><p></p><p>“Please,” Mateo begs, his eyes filling with tears.</p><p></p><p>“Why do you care? Can’t just be your job.”</p><p></p><p>“Your father’s my friend.”</p><p></p><p>“Hell, I’ve got a lot friends.”</p><p></p><p>“Well I don’t.”</p><p></p><p>“I want out of here! Do you hear me! Let me out!”</p><p></p><p>“I can’t. Not until you let them help you.” A tear runs down Mateo’s cheek.</p><p></p><p>Jay walks past him to the door. Mateo grabs him and pulls him back.</p><p></p><p>“Let go of me. I’m walking out of here.”</p><p></p><p>“No you’re not.”</p><p></p><p>Jay pulls his arm away. Looks Mateo in the eyes and kisses him passionately.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Lucas walks into an office in Detroit, “Hello, I’m Lucas Krebs.”</p><p></p><p>“Mr. Krebs. Kyle Sloane. How are you?”</p><p></p><p>“I couldn’t be better. I want to talk to you about Ewing Motors. It’s my understanding that this is my brother’s project for an electric car and that Ewing Alternative is about to turn over to you a battery that will triple the charge any car on the market can carry.”</p><p></p><p>“Your brother is a brilliant engineer. I only wish I had him on my team full time.”</p><p></p><p>“Cost. We’re talking the cost of a regular car.”</p><p></p><p>“Close.”</p><p></p><p>“Well I’ll tell you. My interest is in the financing. I believe I can justify eight year loans through CMBC. I also believe we should include financing to put in a charging station in people’s homes in one package.”</p><p></p><p>He motions to a seat, “I’m all ears.”</p><p></p><p>“I also want your help. Once this company is selling product, I want to take it public. My cousin, John Ross, is opposed to any public offering. What do you think?”</p><p></p><p>“We could shatter records going public. Next month we begin to sell buses for public transit, using the new Ewing Alternative battery. That’s going to get a hell of a lot of attention. The big cost is still sitting out there, the cost of automation. It’s a bit further off, and the cost is massive. We need to go public to get the funding we’ll need.”</p><p></p><p>“Good. I like what I’m hearing. Tell me more.” Lucas sits down.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Kyle walks Lucas to the elevator talking about a successful meeting and looking forward to taking Ewing Motor’s public. They two shake hands and Lucas walks onto the elevator. The doors close.</p><p></p><p>Christopher walks from around the corner.</p><p></p><p>Kyle says, “You were right. Predicable.”</p><p></p><p>“Some people are an easy read.” Chris smiles and pats Kyle on the back.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The sun setting the Ewing’s begin to fill up the living room for cocktails. Lucy and Amy talk about meeting with an architect to build a new house for the McKay Ranch. Christopher says, “Well I have an announcement.”</p><p></p><p>“And what’s that?” John Ross asks, entering the room from his study with Mateo.</p><p></p><p>“The name of the McKay Ranch just doesn’t work for me. I thought about Krebs,” he chuckles, “But yeah no. So I approached Amy’s uncle. The Anderson Ranch has all been developed near Houston, but as one of the original ranches in Texas I figured the name had some value. So I bought it from him. The Sam Anderson Ranch.”</p><p></p><p>Amy smiles, puts her hands on Chris’s chest and kisses him. “I love it.”</p><p></p><p>“You’re still planning on the South Fork Cattle Company running it?” John Ross asks.</p><p></p><p>“Well you’re not thinking I’m going to retire and start ranching are you?”</p><p></p><p>“No, somehow I doubt that.”</p><p></p><p>Jay walks in next and John Ross hugs him. “I’m sure glad to see you. I hear nothing but good things.”</p><p></p><p>“What good things?” Lucy asks.</p><p></p><p>“Oh his work on the project downtown. He’s been on a long journey looking at buildings.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh how nice.”</p><p></p><p>The doorbell rings and Lucy says, “I’ll get it.”</p><p></p><p>John Ross asks, “Who did you invite to dinner?”</p><p></p><p>“Just friends,” Lucy smiles and walks into the entry hall.</p><p></p><p>John Ross hands Jay a soda water and Lucas a bourbon and branch.</p><p></p><p>Lucy returns and says, “I asked Leslie and Monica to dinner.”</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The family walks into the dining room and Lucy says, “Leslie you sit here, next to John Ross. John Ross sits where my granddaddy use to sit. Closest to the door. Steven you don’t mind sitting one down do you?”</p><p></p><p>“No I’m good.”</p><p></p><p>“And let’s see Lucas and Monica, you set on the end, between me and Lucas.”</p><p></p><p>Chris takes the chair to the right of Miss Ellie’s seat where J.R. use to sit and Amy next to him. Chris says, “I guess Mateo that leaves you between Amy and Jay.”</p><p></p><p>Lucy smiles and sits down in Miss Ellie’s chair saying, “Steven, why don’t you tell your dad about your grandma’s visit today?”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="stevew, post: 258568, member: 130"] The third generation of Ewing’s arrive at a hospital in Galveston as helicopters land in the background. Reporters swarm them. John Ross says, “Please get out of my way. Lucas. You talk to them.” He then rushes in with Lucy and Christopher behind him. “I’m John Ross Ewing. Those people coming from the Gulf. They’re Ewing’s.” “Mr. Ewing . . .” “You get them whatever they need. Chris. I get a team together. I want their family’s taken care of. We’re going to do everything we can. Go!” Outside Lucas tries to answers questions. “Mr. Ewing?” “No, I’m . . .” “Can you tell us what happened?” “No I can’t. My cousin is working on making sure our employees and their families are taken care of. Then we’ll worry about what happened and why?” “There are reports of crude spilling into the Gulf.” “We’ve been told. We’ve got people trying to put the fire out. As soon as they do, they can get at sealing off the site. But we can’t get near it until we can put the fire out.” Lucy pulls John Ross to the side, “What aren’t you telling me?” “What? I don’t have time for this Lucy.” “Don’t give me your shit! I’m not Christopher. I want the truth. What are you keeping to yourself?” “This wasn’t an accident. I’d bet everything I have on it.” “Why do you say that?” “I’ve been working with some people to help get control of Venezuela. Things are more serious than you think.” “What, oil in Venezuela?” “This is more than oil in Venezuela. Think Cuba, October of ’62.” “What?” What the hell have you got this family into?” “This family’s been into longer than you and I have been alive.” The fire rages in the dark sky over the cold waters of the Gulf. Jay attends a penthouse party overlooking the Dallas skyline, loud music, foreplay dancing, drugs. Jay leans over and snorts a line of coke. In one of the bedroom naked bodies cavort. Jay makes his way up to one of the rooms, an a man not much older than him says, “You’re short.” “What?” “Short. About ten grand short.” “Alright, whatever, I’ll get it to you.” “How about now.” “How about not.” “How about right now,” with a gun jammed into his gut. “Alright. Alright.” He takes off his watch and hands it to him. That should more than cover it.” The man takes the gun away and studies the watch. Suddenly a bullet slices through the window and into the man’s head. Blood splatters all over Jay. There’s commotion on the other side of the door. Jay is frozen in terror as Mateo comes into the room grabbing him up. He yells to men entering the room with him, “Clean this mess up!” Jay yells, “He was shot. His head!” “He’s a god damned drug dealer, what did you think was going to come of his life?” Mateo picks up the watch and pulls Jay out of the room, holding him up. Christopher walks into his office where Robert waits. “I’ll make this quick because I don’t have time for this. Your deal, it’s off.” “What? No you’re in too deep to walk away from this one. We have a deal.” “No what we have is you contacting me to steal several billion dollars from your sister-in-law. So this is what’s going to happen. I’m acquiring your company and my discount is coming from your shares.” “You listen to me . . .” “No you listen to me. You can agree now or we can handle this another way.” “I’ve already told Leslie about the new offer. I can’t just go back to her and say they’re going to give you the higher offer anyway. And I sure as hell ain’t gonna walk away without my premium.” “Suite yourself. I’ve got things to take care of.” Taking papers off his desk and leaving the office, Christopher leaves Robert standing there. Roberts leaves the font of the Ewing Building onto the sidewalk out front. A group of men approach, the lead saying, “Mr. Barkley, Robert Barkley?” “Yes.” “FBI. You’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can . . .” Two other men see to his being hand cuffed. Heron’s fly up from the marshes along the eastern coast of Texas as the first waves of crude oil roles in with the tide. John Ross walks up into a private jet. The door closes. The jet taxis down the runway. The jet takes off into the bright blue Texas sky. Lucy plays chess with Steve out behind Southfork. A Rolls Royce pulls up behind Southfork. The back passenger side door opens and a pair of beautiful legs turn out from the interior of the sedan. The driver holds out his hand and helps Sue Ellen step out. Steve runs from the pool to the driveway to greet his grandmother, hugging her, she pets his hair. Sue Ellen sits with Lucy as she and Steven finish their game of chess. “I don’t understand. Why has John Ross gone to South America?” “I don’t really know. All he told me was that the oil rid was no accident and something about Venezuela being like Cube in sixty-two. I’m trying to help with all these families, one funeral after another, and I hear that the Russian navy is docked in Maracibo.” “The Russian navy? What?” “Then this morning I hear that a Russian company has acquired fifty-one percent of ToGo.” “The oil company?” “An oil company that Robert Barkley was going to work for.” “Who’s Robert Barkley.” “Someone Chris is buying an oil company from. And then this morning I hear that the FBI has arrested Robert Barkley. And John Ross is gone. I don’t know but security around here is tenfold.” “I noticed. I’ve never been stopped at the road before. And by armed guards.” “So I called you.” “Thank you. Let me call Don and see if he can find anything out.” “Don Lockwood? What would your x-husband be able to find out?” “He’s got a lot of contact. An awful lot of contacts.” Jay turns around in a hospital room when Mateo comes in. “I want out of here!” “Yeah well you’ve got long ways to go.” “You can’t hold me prisoner!” “You think I can’t. You know better than that. What the hell were you thinking?” “What I do with my life is none of yours or my father’s business.” “I spent too much time ignoring this slide into Sodom and Gomora of yours. It’s done.” “Does my father even know I’m here?” “Of course he does.” “Yeah of course he does but he can’t bother to show up. Lucy?” “You really want me to tell Lucy you’re here?” “No of course not.” “Your father would be here but he’s dealing with something, something he can’t put off.” “Oh yes the business.” “It’s not just business. He’s involved in something far more important than just making money.” “What?” “I can’t tell you.” “No of course you can’t. Listen I just want to go home.” “Then let these people help you.” “I don’t need help!” “Please,” Mateo begs, his eyes filling with tears. “Why do you care? Can’t just be your job.” “Your father’s my friend.” “Hell, I’ve got a lot friends.” “Well I don’t.” “I want out of here! Do you hear me! Let me out!” “I can’t. Not until you let them help you.” A tear runs down Mateo’s cheek. Jay walks past him to the door. Mateo grabs him and pulls him back. “Let go of me. I’m walking out of here.” “No you’re not.” Jay pulls his arm away. Looks Mateo in the eyes and kisses him passionately. Lucas walks into an office in Detroit, “Hello, I’m Lucas Krebs.” “Mr. Krebs. Kyle Sloane. How are you?” “I couldn’t be better. I want to talk to you about Ewing Motors. It’s my understanding that this is my brother’s project for an electric car and that Ewing Alternative is about to turn over to you a battery that will triple the charge any car on the market can carry.” “Your brother is a brilliant engineer. I only wish I had him on my team full time.” “Cost. We’re talking the cost of a regular car.” “Close.” “Well I’ll tell you. My interest is in the financing. I believe I can justify eight year loans through CMBC. I also believe we should include financing to put in a charging station in people’s homes in one package.” He motions to a seat, “I’m all ears.” “I also want your help. Once this company is selling product, I want to take it public. My cousin, John Ross, is opposed to any public offering. What do you think?” “We could shatter records going public. Next month we begin to sell buses for public transit, using the new Ewing Alternative battery. That’s going to get a hell of a lot of attention. The big cost is still sitting out there, the cost of automation. It’s a bit further off, and the cost is massive. We need to go public to get the funding we’ll need.” “Good. I like what I’m hearing. Tell me more.” Lucas sits down. Kyle walks Lucas to the elevator talking about a successful meeting and looking forward to taking Ewing Motor’s public. They two shake hands and Lucas walks onto the elevator. The doors close. Christopher walks from around the corner. Kyle says, “You were right. Predicable.” “Some people are an easy read.” Chris smiles and pats Kyle on the back. The sun setting the Ewing’s begin to fill up the living room for cocktails. Lucy and Amy talk about meeting with an architect to build a new house for the McKay Ranch. Christopher says, “Well I have an announcement.” “And what’s that?” John Ross asks, entering the room from his study with Mateo. “The name of the McKay Ranch just doesn’t work for me. I thought about Krebs,” he chuckles, “But yeah no. So I approached Amy’s uncle. The Anderson Ranch has all been developed near Houston, but as one of the original ranches in Texas I figured the name had some value. So I bought it from him. The Sam Anderson Ranch.” Amy smiles, puts her hands on Chris’s chest and kisses him. “I love it.” “You’re still planning on the South Fork Cattle Company running it?” John Ross asks. “Well you’re not thinking I’m going to retire and start ranching are you?” “No, somehow I doubt that.” Jay walks in next and John Ross hugs him. “I’m sure glad to see you. I hear nothing but good things.” “What good things?” Lucy asks. “Oh his work on the project downtown. He’s been on a long journey looking at buildings.” “Oh how nice.” The doorbell rings and Lucy says, “I’ll get it.” John Ross asks, “Who did you invite to dinner?” “Just friends,” Lucy smiles and walks into the entry hall. John Ross hands Jay a soda water and Lucas a bourbon and branch. Lucy returns and says, “I asked Leslie and Monica to dinner.” The family walks into the dining room and Lucy says, “Leslie you sit here, next to John Ross. John Ross sits where my granddaddy use to sit. Closest to the door. Steven you don’t mind sitting one down do you?” “No I’m good.” “And let’s see Lucas and Monica, you set on the end, between me and Lucas.” Chris takes the chair to the right of Miss Ellie’s seat where J.R. use to sit and Amy next to him. Chris says, “I guess Mateo that leaves you between Amy and Jay.” Lucy smiles and sits down in Miss Ellie’s chair saying, “Steven, why don’t you tell your dad about your grandma’s visit today?” [/QUOTE]
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