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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stevew" data-source="post: 261613" data-attributes="member: 130">Lucy and Mateo run into the hospital emergency room. “I’m Lucy Ewing. I was told you’ve got Robert Barkley was brought in.”“Are you family?”“No. His daughter’s with my cousin in Spain. I don’t know if he has any other family, but the police called when they couldn’t get a hold of anyone.”“They called you?”“I know this unusual, but I don’t want to call her unless I have to.”“I think you have to.”“Is he OK?”“No. No he’s not. I think he needs her, pretty quick.”A police officer walks up to them. “Are you Lucy Ewing?”“Yes.”“We called you because you posted bail for Mr. Barkley. We don’t have anyone else to call. He was found by hotel housekeeping this morning passed out. It looks like he tried to commit suicide.”“Oh my god.”The officer hands her a note. “This was left on the table.”She takes it and reads, “Dear Lucy . . . That’s it?”“That’s all we found. We don’t know if it was supposed to be a suicide note, but he was very intoxicated and the drugs in his system. He was looking up what drugs to kill yourself. So.”“And he left this for me. I don’t understand.” She looks at the nurse. “Can I see him?”“He’s not conscious.”“I’d still like to see him.”“Well, considering, sure.”Lucy turns to Mateo, “Get ahold of Lucas and have him get Monica back here without telling her what’s happened.”“I got it. Go on.”The nurse takes Lucy back into the emergency room.John Ross and Leslie walk on the beach in the shadow of Casablanca. Their pants are rolled up, carrying their shoes, John Ross’s shirt unbuttoned pretty low, Leslie in a tank top, the warm, salty air of the early evening blowing off the blue sea.Tents go up at South Fork as Chris drives down the long driveway in his Ewing Roadster.Walking up to the house with swagger he says, “Lucy, come and check out our new car.”“To hell with your new car.”“What’s got into you?”“Robert Barkley. He’s in the hospital right now. He tried to kill himself.”“What? Why would the fool do something like that?”“I don’t know, because he’s broke.”“You’re not implying that’s my fault?”“You’re scheming. Didn’t your scheming with John Ross almost get you killed once. Now you’re passing that on to other people.”“That wasn’t my scheming. That was Elena Ramos. She believed some lie Cliff Barnes made up that JR stole land from her father.”“Of course she did. JR spent a lifetime do just that. Why wouldn’t someone believe it? And then you and John Ross, how many schemes did you put together over the years to make money?”“That’s got nothing to do with Robert Barkley. OK yes, Robert and I worked out a scheme that fell apart, but he’s broke because lived the high life banking on a company his brother bankrupted. That had nothing to do with me. Or John Ross. I heard the ToGo deal fell apart because the federal government is pulling in the reigns on the company. Venezuela owns it but the money can’t leave the country. I didn’t have anything to do with that situation. Maybe ask John Ross if he pulled some strings. Or better yet, how about get mad at Robert for his scheming. Or go yell at the grave of his dead brother.”“You can explain all this ugliness away, but a man is fighting for his life, and what’s that going to do to his daughter?”“Oh because Lucas Krebs is shagging her we’re all supposed to care. Well Lucy, I don’t. I’ve worked hard to do something good and now my car is about to take off. I’m not gonna let some idiot who can’t face that he turned out to be a failure get in my way.”“You sicken me.”Christopher walks past her up to the house.In the back of a limousine Monica says to Lucas, “Why are we at the hospital?”“I didn’t want you to worry all the way home, but we left early because something’s happened to your father.”“What?” She gets out of the car and runs into the hospital.Lucas runs after her. Because she can speak to the nurse he says, “This is Monica Barkley. She’s here to see her father.”“Miss Barkley. I’m . . . I’m afraid he’s not here?”“What do you mean he’s not here!”“He signed himself out and left this morning with Lucy Ewing.”Lucas says, “Thank you. It’s OK. I’ll just call Lucy.” He places the call. “Lucy. Lucas. We’re at the hospital. They said Robert checked out, with you, this morning . . . So where is he? South Fork?”Sitting on the sofa of a beautiful Moroccan mansion, looking out toward the ocean, John Ross hands Leslie a piece of paper. “It’s the last one I wrote, right after you left.” She hesitantly takes it. “I know my poetry was never very good, but . . .” She tears up reading it. “I meant ever word.”“Oh my God John Ross. It’s beautiful. If only I’d seen this. Your father would have still scared me off, but I’d have waited for ever for you to come after me.”“My father made a lot of mistakes in his life. Real men love and protect their women; they don’t hurt them. I’m sorry I hurt you.”“No. I left you.”“But I should have come after you.” He holds her in his arms, her back against his chest, the ocean breeze in their faces.Lucy shows Robert to the cottage on the South Fork property. I’ve talked to some people and ToGo is being seized by the government. They’re going to sell it off, piece by piece and hold the money. I was thinking we could buy a piece.”“We?”“I have some friends that could help with the financing. That’s not a problem. We could be partners.”“In the oil business? You and me?”“I was thinking, there’s another piece that would work better for the two of us. I’m not interested in the day to day running of anything. But from what my sources say, you and I, well, this piece could make us particularly wealthy.”“Why are you doing this for me?”“My family hurt a lot of people. They hurt me. They hurt my parents. Well, one person. My Uncle JR. And I’d stand up to him, but only so far. I never really . . . I never really stood up to him. And I should have. He was wrong, a lot. He died alone. Well he had one person there. The man who murdered him. I guess he finally got what he had coming to him. Do you know I have seven x husbands?”“No I didn’t.”“Well really six. I married one twice. I guess five, one died. But there’s not an ounce of ill will among me and any of them.”“That’s pretty good. My x wives all hate me. Literally hate me. And, I guess I know why. Which husband died?”“Scott Johnson.”“You’re that Lucy. The founder of CyberByte?”“Yes. That’s him. He was a remarkable man. Absolutely brilliant. I sold my shares with John Ross to Ewing Industries and that was that. I miss him so much. He’d get into these horribly depressed states. Well I mean he was a risk taker and often his risks failed. My grandfather though the world of him. He invested in CyberByte to get it off the ground and it did.”“And the one you married twice?”“Well, honestly, I married him three times. It sounds ridiculous so I usually say twice. Mitch Cooper. Doctor Mitch Cooper. He owns a chain of plastic surgery clinics all over the country but right now most of what he does is go to third world countries helping out kids, you know like with deformities. He’s a wonderfully good man.”“And the other four?”“Oh let’s leave that for another time. I wouldn’t want you to know everything about me. Though with Josef-Emanuel I was a princess for a short while.”“Really? A real princess?”“As really as they come.”Sailing on a yacht in the middle of the ocean, the wind in the sails and in their hair, John Ross hands Leslie a sheet of paper. She unfolds it and reads. A hug smile spreading across her face and then a tear down her cheek. “You know I kept all the poems you wrote me. I still have them.”“Really?”“Of course. They’re the most important things I own.”“I miss the way I use to be. You remember that coat I wore, and that umbrella, I was kind of a dapper fellow about town. Writing poetry and being in love. I could have stayed like that forever.”“The city boy?”“Oh yes. I miss him.”“So do I.” Leslie leans in and kisses John Ross’s lips ever so softly. “But this is new?” She holds up the paper.“It is. This morning.”“Don’t stop.”“I won’t.” He puts his arm around her. Pulls her into to him, holding her tight, rocking with the bow of the ship, up and crashing down in the water as they race across the vast openness.Monica runs from her car to the pool at South Fork. Lucy and Robert eat lunch out under the warm sun. She grabs her father and hugs him. She then checks him out. “Are you OK?”“Yes I’m fine he says. I’m so sorry for scaring you.”“I’m sorry I wasn’t here. Oh daddy,” she cries.He holds her. “It’s OK. Everything’s OK.” He rubs the side of her face. Lucy and I have been talking. We’ve figured out a game plan.”Lucy says, “I told him, everything can be fixed. But your father has been dealing with depression for a long time. Too long. He’s going to seek help. He’s promised. And take whatever medication they tell him. In the meantime, he’s going to stay in the cottage here on South Fork.”Brushing her cheek as his daughter sits next to him, Robert says, “I’m sorry sweetheart.”“There’s nothing to be sorry about. Aunt Leslie explained it. You didn’t know about all the debt the company had taken on. It must have come as a terrible shock to you. I’m sorry I didn’t take it more seriously and stayed.”“No, you’ve got your life to live. I don’t want to be a burden to you.”“You could never be a burden to me. You’ll all I have, you and Aunt Leslie. I love you, daddy.” She hugs him.Lucy walks away with Lucas. “I’ve refinanced his debt,” she says.“Well that’s kind of you.”“It’s not a big deal. We’ve been talking about him going back into business himself. He doesn’t have much experience at starting up a company. But I’ve got an idea with ToGo.”Tents and stands and a crowd fill South Fork out back, an age old rodeo. John Ross with cowboy hat in hand asks Leslie to dance. The two take up with the boot-scooting crowd, which includes Lucas and Monica.Lucy takes Robert out and toward the fence where they hear an announcement for the bull riding even in twenty minutes. “All’s set. We own Glencoe.”“Or what’s left of it.”“True, most of it was sold off before ToGo got a hold of it, but it’s small uranium minning operation. And a friend got us a refinery up in Ontario. The one missing piece is NuFusion. We get that and we’re golden.”“If you can get something done in Washington to manage regulation.”“That’s nothing. You just be prepared to be up and running. As utility companies struggle to meet their commitment to carbon zero, you’ll help them cross the finish line and Glencoe will go public with enough fan fair to make a public offering that sets records.”“You’re sure of this?”“I’m confident in the people who are advising me. Now you’ve just got to pull off the networking.” She pats his chest.Amy walks up to Chris eating a hot dog by a stand. “What’s up?”“Lovely day for a rodeo,” he says.“Yes it is, but that’s not why you called me over.”“We’re going to be partners, right?”“As in a married couple?”“As in business partners.”“That too.”“Then I thought you should know. I’ve been told that John Ross is looking into the details for taking The Ewing Motor Company public.”“That’s great news. That’s what you wanted. You said he wouldn’t do it.”“If he does agree, what would you say to moving up to Michigan to run the company?”“Really? I suppose we could.”“And I’d be running a Fortune 500 company. I guess Ewing Industries wouldn’t own any of it.”“Really? It would just be you?”“What would you say if I sold my shares in Ewing Industries to make this happen. Then take my company public on my own, retaining control on my own?”“Are you serious. Is The Ewing Motor Company worth that much?”“No.”“Then why would you do it? I wouldn’t. But someone seems to think that if the dangle it in front of me, I’ll just with both feet and walk away from Ewing Industries.”“John Ross?”“I thought at first yes. He’s always had this thing about being a blood Ewing. But that was then. This is now. Without his father breathing down his back and having what he wants . . .”“What, South Fork?”“That’s part of it. But he’s got money of his own. I don’t know how much, but he’s got it. He doesn’t care about the things he used to, business, money, Ewing blood. Hell he’s trying to get Bobby and Betsy to move here. No, I don’t think it’s John Ross.”“Who wants you gone.”“Who do you think?”“I don’t know. Not Jay, I can assure you of that. He has no interest in Ewing Industries. He’s kinda sick of his father breathing down his back about it.”“No not Jay. Lucas.”“You think so?”Finishing his hot dog. “Oh I know so. He wants me out of the way. I guarantee it. Well, let’s see if his ass can handle what his mouth is dishing up.”“Did you notice that Lucy and Robert Barkley are kinda cozy?”“I noticed. They’re also going into business together. Lucy’ll be more a silent partner but they’re cooking something up.”“What?”“A nuclear energy business.”“Nuclear energy,” Amy laughs. “What the hell do those two know about nuclear energy?”“Way more than you think. Well, maybe not them personally, but Lucy’s advisors.”“Are you worried about it?”“Hell no. Keep her busy with her latest charity case. If anything, I’d like to get in on it from the ground floor. So, we’re gonna be extra nice to that looser and Lucy.”“Got it.”“And maybe you can find out if that daughter of his knows anything about what my so called brother is up to.”“I can try.”“I just don’t like any surprises.”“I’ll let you know what I find out from both of them.”Mateo gets ready in the staging area when Jay comes up. “What are you doing?”“What’s it look like?” Mateo answers“Looks like you’re going ride a damn bull and break your neck.”“I’m not gonna break my neck. This isn’t my first rodeo.”“Are you serious? Mateo, don’t you dare.”“Listen kid, just go up in the stands and watch.”“I’m serious Mateo. Please. Don’t.”“I’m fine.” Mateo gets up on the bull and Jay backs away with a look of horror.Mateo leaves the bull pen on the back of a bucking bull and quickly reaches eight seconds, still hanging on, then thirty seconds, then a minute, a minute and half, and right before two minutes he’s thrown, flying way off, landing face down, not moving.</blockquote>

Verification: Who played JR Ewing?