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Telly Talk Star
Bobby and Sue Ellen show the last guess out the front door of South Fork and return to the living room where the family gathers. An elderly man passes out thick packets to everyone, some we recognize and some we do not. The man then turns on the tv (the room is very much like the original).
On the telephone television JR appears behind a desk in Jock’s original study, very little changed from the seventies. He says, “First off I know that may of you question my death and with good reason, hence the hasty cremation and burial. Never miss a chance to double down on keepin’ um guessing. Alright. Let’s get down to it. I’m not here to apologize or justify. Let’s get that off the table. But I’ve got somethings to clear up.
Gary. That packet is the deed to West Fork and a trust fund to take care of it. Sealed up pretty tight so you can’t loose it for your children and grandchildren and so forth. Enough said.
Bobby. Your packet contains the same thing except it’s the Wade Ranch. I did what I had to do to get South Fork and Ewing Oil in my hands. This gives you something to leave your son.
Sue Ellen. Same with your packet except it’s South Fork. That’s right. I’m leaving you South Fork.”
Sue Ellen looks shocked.
“I’ll be honest with you. I hate you. You’re the only person I truly hate. But I will be honest with you. I love you. You’re the only woman I ever loved. Yes I married the most beautiful, blue blooded woman ever breed in Texas. But I feel in love with you. The reason I hate you is you hurt me. You hurt me in a way no one ever could. Because I never once felt you loved me. You married the son of a rich man. At least be honest about it. So, I’m sitting here hoping to God almighty that the reason I never felt loved was my short coming and not the lack of feeling from you. So I put myself out there to be a fool and leave you my momma’s house, all it’s contents, including her jewelry. Not so much a fool though I didn’t lock it all up to go to John Ross after you.” JR winks. “But enough of a fool to admit how you’re the one woman who ever owned a piece of ole JR. And the one apology. I am truly and deeply sorry for hurting you when I took Ewing Oil away from you and Bobby.”
Sue Ellen grabs John Ross’s hand, tears running down her face, she declares in a soft voice, “I do love you JR. I’ve never loved anyone but you. I though . . .” she chokes up, “you never loved me.”
The lawyer takes the tv off of pause. “Alright so let’s get to it, shall we? In the packets are trust papers. My trust contains everything else. I made a promise to John Ross and he is the sole trustee and all my personal items are his too, but my ownership in Lone Star Investments, the money you all been living off of, that’s shared equal by the following and their children and so forth and so on. First John Ross Ewing the third.” John Ross nods his head. “Second, Boaz Harper Ewing.” A handsome young blond boy looks to his older brother. “Third, Eleanor Marilee Ewing.” A blond girl, slightly older than Bo looks to her brothers. “Now for the complicated. James Richard Ewing, on the condition he change his name to Ewing and all those who follow him.” A dark hair late teenager looks on at John Ross who nods back at him and smiles. “And Christopher Patrick Ewing. In your packet you’ll see the results of a DNA test. Faraday was a two bit drug pusher but he wasn’t your father. I am.” Chris looks upset. “Lucille Barbara Ewing. Yes there’s a DNA test in your packet as well. I’ll allow your mother to explain.”
Lucy yells out, “What!” Looking at her father, “What the hell is he talking about!”
Gary says, “I don’t know.”
“No before you all go off and celebrate let me be clear. Lone Star’s biggest asset is its shares in the Trident Corporation. Without me those shares will fall. If the fall below a hundred dollars a share a loan that Loan Star is sitting on will be due. That’ll set off a chain of events leaving you possible without the money to buy the tissue to wipe your tears. Plus there’s share that must go to the Ewing Family Foundation that Sue Ellen set up. So to be clear, you either work together or you’ll wind up with nothing. Good luck.” The tv screen goes blank.
The room fills up with commotion. No one can believe what just happened. John Ross walks over to an oil painting of his grandmother’s father on the wall. “What had he done?”
Dallas theme song begins.
On the telephone television JR appears behind a desk in Jock’s original study, very little changed from the seventies. He says, “First off I know that may of you question my death and with good reason, hence the hasty cremation and burial. Never miss a chance to double down on keepin’ um guessing. Alright. Let’s get down to it. I’m not here to apologize or justify. Let’s get that off the table. But I’ve got somethings to clear up.
Gary. That packet is the deed to West Fork and a trust fund to take care of it. Sealed up pretty tight so you can’t loose it for your children and grandchildren and so forth. Enough said.
Bobby. Your packet contains the same thing except it’s the Wade Ranch. I did what I had to do to get South Fork and Ewing Oil in my hands. This gives you something to leave your son.
Sue Ellen. Same with your packet except it’s South Fork. That’s right. I’m leaving you South Fork.”
Sue Ellen looks shocked.
“I’ll be honest with you. I hate you. You’re the only person I truly hate. But I will be honest with you. I love you. You’re the only woman I ever loved. Yes I married the most beautiful, blue blooded woman ever breed in Texas. But I feel in love with you. The reason I hate you is you hurt me. You hurt me in a way no one ever could. Because I never once felt you loved me. You married the son of a rich man. At least be honest about it. So, I’m sitting here hoping to God almighty that the reason I never felt loved was my short coming and not the lack of feeling from you. So I put myself out there to be a fool and leave you my momma’s house, all it’s contents, including her jewelry. Not so much a fool though I didn’t lock it all up to go to John Ross after you.” JR winks. “But enough of a fool to admit how you’re the one woman who ever owned a piece of ole JR. And the one apology. I am truly and deeply sorry for hurting you when I took Ewing Oil away from you and Bobby.”
Sue Ellen grabs John Ross’s hand, tears running down her face, she declares in a soft voice, “I do love you JR. I’ve never loved anyone but you. I though . . .” she chokes up, “you never loved me.”
The lawyer takes the tv off of pause. “Alright so let’s get to it, shall we? In the packets are trust papers. My trust contains everything else. I made a promise to John Ross and he is the sole trustee and all my personal items are his too, but my ownership in Lone Star Investments, the money you all been living off of, that’s shared equal by the following and their children and so forth and so on. First John Ross Ewing the third.” John Ross nods his head. “Second, Boaz Harper Ewing.” A handsome young blond boy looks to his older brother. “Third, Eleanor Marilee Ewing.” A blond girl, slightly older than Bo looks to her brothers. “Now for the complicated. James Richard Ewing, on the condition he change his name to Ewing and all those who follow him.” A dark hair late teenager looks on at John Ross who nods back at him and smiles. “And Christopher Patrick Ewing. In your packet you’ll see the results of a DNA test. Faraday was a two bit drug pusher but he wasn’t your father. I am.” Chris looks upset. “Lucille Barbara Ewing. Yes there’s a DNA test in your packet as well. I’ll allow your mother to explain.”
Lucy yells out, “What!” Looking at her father, “What the hell is he talking about!”
Gary says, “I don’t know.”
“No before you all go off and celebrate let me be clear. Lone Star’s biggest asset is its shares in the Trident Corporation. Without me those shares will fall. If the fall below a hundred dollars a share a loan that Loan Star is sitting on will be due. That’ll set off a chain of events leaving you possible without the money to buy the tissue to wipe your tears. Plus there’s share that must go to the Ewing Family Foundation that Sue Ellen set up. So to be clear, you either work together or you’ll wind up with nothing. Good luck.” The tv screen goes blank.
The room fills up with commotion. No one can believe what just happened. John Ross walks over to an oil painting of his grandmother’s father on the wall. “What had he done?”
Dallas theme song begins.