- Awards
- 7
Ellie comes out of the study for breakfast seeing Ben, Angel and Joel off. Sue Ellen says, “Everything going well?”
“I guess we’ll see. We have some bids in for leases in Mexico. Should be a slam dunk as no one has the technology we do to get at as much oil.”
“But?”
“Politics. Old enemies. Zubneft acquired half of Cango from Venezuela. DeLaVega’s involved too.”
“LeeAnn?”
“Her nephew, Diego, is the Chairman and CEO of the DeLaVega Group, a Spanish company.”
“He’s an enemy of JR’s too.”
“Blames this country for getting involved in Venezuela’s nationalization of their oil. Blames Jock Ewing for his grandfather’s death. Zubkov’s kind of friend.”
“Zubkov?”
“Zubneft is run by Dimitry Zubkov, an ally right up the chain in Russia, who’s mission in life is to block us and penetrate the American oil industry. These Mexican leases will be his first venture since acquiring Cango. He’s been involved in everything, including fixing the 2016 election.”
“I see.”
“Macros is going with me to Mexico today. We’re hoping some of his contacts keep the bidding process honest.”
Marcos takes a drink of orange juice.
Bo and Andy come out of the back of the house. Bo announces, “It’s a beautiful day out today. Too beautiful to go into work.”
Ellie says, “That attitude must come from your mothers side. Andy, can I talk to you about joining Marcos and I in Mexico? Ben seems to believe the Wendell’s still have some influence among a few people we might need.”
“I haven’t been in the oil business in a very long time.”
“Still. If you could just tag along.”
“Sure. I suppose. When?”
“Today.”
Both Bo and Andy say, “Today?”
A very pregnant Rachel reaches the table and Sue Ellen says, “Aren’t you happy this morning.”
“Very. An old friend from school sent me a text. We’re going to have lunch today and catch up.”
“Oh that’s nice. So who’s this old friend.”
“Garcia DeLaVega. He’s from Venezuela. Born in New York City though.”
Sue Ellen and Ellie look at each other.
The boys come running out for breakfast. Sue Ellen takes care of them.
John Ross asks Pamela if she took her meds. Pamela lays in bed, tears rolling down her eyes. “Please leave me alone John Ross.”
Tears fall down John Ross’s face.
Rachel has lunch with Garcia DeLaVega. He says, “I’ve heard so much about you. You actually own like a big chunk of Ewing Industries. Everyone’s talking about it.”
“Really. Tate and Connie?”
“Pea green with envy.”
“Good just as it should be. No I’m just kidding. You know I love them.”
“I know. I know. So what are you having, do you know?”
“A girl. Olivia Wendell Ewing. Oh you simply must be a good father.”
Both are excited.
Senator Bobby Ewing meets with Dimitry Zubkov and Diego DeLaVega, introducing each other, Bobby explains the American objection to the Russian ownership of CanGo. “You’re objection doesn’t matter as your president will not take any action against us.”
John Ross brings breakfast to bed for Pamela and asks how’s she’s doing. She doesn’t answer or even sit up. “Have you taken your pills?”
“What pills?"
“Your depression pills.”
“What for? They can’t fix this.”
You can’t just take yourself off them. You’ve tried this before. It doesn’t work. You have to do what the doctor prescribes.”
“What’s it matter? I did and look what happened to me.”
“You got sick. Physically sick. But you’re better now. The doctors say your in remission.”
She begins to cry. “But look what they’ve done to me.”
“Pamela, you are getting better every day.”
“I see myself.”
“No you don’t. You see how you feel. Not who you are.”
“This is who I am. And when I go out there, it’s what people will see.”
“No what people will see is what they’re looking for. Like with a picture. Your hair. Your breasts. That’s not what makes you beautiful.” He tries to hold her. At first she resists. He says, “Beauty is who you are. Your cute little nose. How you listen to everyone and try and make them happy.”
“Everyone but you,” Pamela chuckles in his arms. “You don’t need to take care of me. You take care of our three boys. They need you, very much.”
“They’d be better off with out worrying about me.”
“No they wouldn’t. They’d be lost without you. You make them feel special.”
“They are special. And so are you.”
“I don’t want to feel this way.”
“Then take the medicine the doctor gave you. And let me take care of you so you can get back to taking care of me.”
“I love you John Ross.”
“I love you Pamela Rebecca.”
“I guess we’ll see. We have some bids in for leases in Mexico. Should be a slam dunk as no one has the technology we do to get at as much oil.”
“But?”
“Politics. Old enemies. Zubneft acquired half of Cango from Venezuela. DeLaVega’s involved too.”
“LeeAnn?”
“Her nephew, Diego, is the Chairman and CEO of the DeLaVega Group, a Spanish company.”
“He’s an enemy of JR’s too.”
“Blames this country for getting involved in Venezuela’s nationalization of their oil. Blames Jock Ewing for his grandfather’s death. Zubkov’s kind of friend.”
“Zubkov?”
“Zubneft is run by Dimitry Zubkov, an ally right up the chain in Russia, who’s mission in life is to block us and penetrate the American oil industry. These Mexican leases will be his first venture since acquiring Cango. He’s been involved in everything, including fixing the 2016 election.”
“I see.”
“Macros is going with me to Mexico today. We’re hoping some of his contacts keep the bidding process honest.”
Marcos takes a drink of orange juice.
Bo and Andy come out of the back of the house. Bo announces, “It’s a beautiful day out today. Too beautiful to go into work.”
Ellie says, “That attitude must come from your mothers side. Andy, can I talk to you about joining Marcos and I in Mexico? Ben seems to believe the Wendell’s still have some influence among a few people we might need.”
“I haven’t been in the oil business in a very long time.”
“Still. If you could just tag along.”
“Sure. I suppose. When?”
“Today.”
Both Bo and Andy say, “Today?”
A very pregnant Rachel reaches the table and Sue Ellen says, “Aren’t you happy this morning.”
“Very. An old friend from school sent me a text. We’re going to have lunch today and catch up.”
“Oh that’s nice. So who’s this old friend.”
“Garcia DeLaVega. He’s from Venezuela. Born in New York City though.”
Sue Ellen and Ellie look at each other.
The boys come running out for breakfast. Sue Ellen takes care of them.
John Ross asks Pamela if she took her meds. Pamela lays in bed, tears rolling down her eyes. “Please leave me alone John Ross.”
Tears fall down John Ross’s face.
Rachel has lunch with Garcia DeLaVega. He says, “I’ve heard so much about you. You actually own like a big chunk of Ewing Industries. Everyone’s talking about it.”
“Really. Tate and Connie?”
“Pea green with envy.”
“Good just as it should be. No I’m just kidding. You know I love them.”
“I know. I know. So what are you having, do you know?”
“A girl. Olivia Wendell Ewing. Oh you simply must be a good father.”
Both are excited.
Senator Bobby Ewing meets with Dimitry Zubkov and Diego DeLaVega, introducing each other, Bobby explains the American objection to the Russian ownership of CanGo. “You’re objection doesn’t matter as your president will not take any action against us.”
John Ross brings breakfast to bed for Pamela and asks how’s she’s doing. She doesn’t answer or even sit up. “Have you taken your pills?”
“What pills?"
“Your depression pills.”
“What for? They can’t fix this.”
You can’t just take yourself off them. You’ve tried this before. It doesn’t work. You have to do what the doctor prescribes.”
“What’s it matter? I did and look what happened to me.”
“You got sick. Physically sick. But you’re better now. The doctors say your in remission.”
She begins to cry. “But look what they’ve done to me.”
“Pamela, you are getting better every day.”
“I see myself.”
“No you don’t. You see how you feel. Not who you are.”
“This is who I am. And when I go out there, it’s what people will see.”
“No what people will see is what they’re looking for. Like with a picture. Your hair. Your breasts. That’s not what makes you beautiful.” He tries to hold her. At first she resists. He says, “Beauty is who you are. Your cute little nose. How you listen to everyone and try and make them happy.”
“Everyone but you,” Pamela chuckles in his arms. “You don’t need to take care of me. You take care of our three boys. They need you, very much.”
“They’d be better off with out worrying about me.”
“No they wouldn’t. They’d be lost without you. You make them feel special.”
“They are special. And so are you.”
“I don’t want to feel this way.”
“Then take the medicine the doctor gave you. And let me take care of you so you can get back to taking care of me.”
“I love you John Ross.”
“I love you Pamela Rebecca.”
