Dallas 2022/3


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Dallas (2022/3)

What I’m going to do next is create a continuation series in the not too distant future, but in a way it will be an all new series (and even have a reboot feel with certain character in similar original roles). ONLY Lucy will be carried over from the original. This allows for a satisfactory (at least in my opinion) wrap up of the original characters stories and for entirely new stories which then will have no real impact on the original story - hopefully satisfying original fans and creating a new show. The concept is the same as the original, a wealthy Texas family in business together and living in the same house on a cattle ranch.

I am also looking to do the posting’s different this time – so as to just continue with this concept and not keep changing up stories, I’m going to post 1 new episode per month (by the end of the month). And yes, there are details purposefully NOT explained (yet), like who’s someone’s mother is.

So here we go . . . . .

Start with the opening credit, original music and triple split screen, starring (the idea would be to start with strong actors with big recognition and focus on 3 Ewing sibling’s, main cast:



Amanda Seyfied as Ellie Ewing (JR's daughter raised in Europe, a common theme amount wealthy people with hidden families, see H. L, Hunt and Gordon Getty, alluded to in TNT)


Logan Lerman as Bo Ewing (JR's son with Calley raised in Florida, almost another secret family, though Calley is a not character)


Jake T. Austin as Aaron Ewing (JR's youngest son, more of a secret child, a young man when both his father and mother, an unknown character at the start, died, taken in by John Ross and raised by Lucy who helping her cousin out is a mother figure to him)
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Laurence Fishburne as Jake Rosemont (yes, that’s a Falcon Crest reference, kind of like a Digger Barns if Digger made anything out of himself)


Diggy Simmons as J.T. Rosemont (Jake’s son)


Selena Gomez as Amy Anderson Ewing (yes, the granddaughter of Punk and Mavis)


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and Charlene Tilton as Lucy Ewing

And now DALLAS . . . . .

The camera runs up the driveway of South Fork with the ending of the theme song . . .

Establishing shots of the ranch: the work out in the pasture, up by the barns, the cook house and then move in closer to the main house itself where Aaron walks up out of the pool in swim trunks and Lucy sits at a table reading a book while enjoying her tea, very much like her grandmother . . .

Lucy looks up to see a car coming around back, setting her book down, look perturbed to have her peace interrupted.

Aaron dries off with a towel and then raps it around his waist, walking over to join Lucy.
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The car, a long black limousine, stops behind the garage. The driver gets out and walks around to let out his passenger, Jake Rosemont, in his usual suite and tie under the hot Texas sun. The tall man, with a serious look walks up to the pool deck, “Always good to see you Lucy.”

Lucy, looking up from her book. “Well, I’m not sure I can say the same about you; all depends on what you’re here to talk about.”

“Is this Aaron?”


“JR’s youngest boy.” Jake holds out his hand to the young, virial man, mostly naked, standing next to Lucy. “Nice to meet you, son. I’m Jake Rosemont. I work with your brother.”

Lucy scoffs, “He’s more like a henchman for John Ross.”

Aaron shakes the man’s hand. “You’re the President and CEO of Ewing Industries. You have your MBA and JD from Harvard and your Ph.D. in Economics from Chicago. Prior to Dallas, you worked in New York and before that London, mostly big finance companies. You’re also one of my brother’s CIA contacts, or former CIA, who put together Branch Water for him.”

Looking at Lucy Jack says, “I see you’ve been talking about me.”

“All good things. Why don’t you sit? Can I get you something to drink?”

Sitting Jack answers, “Tea would be nice.”

A servant, very much like Teresa, puts a tea cup in front of him, as if she had been just waiting for the right moment.

Lucy pours the tea and looks over at Aaron. “I’ll fill you in later,” she says as if dismissing him.

“Actually,” Jake says, “My visit is more about Aaron.”

“What about Aaron?” Lucy asks as if she’s ready to be upset.

“Well first off, John Ross isn’t coming home.”

“He’s not coming home from Hawaii? What’s going on?”

“He feels it’s better for his wife’s mental health, if they stay on a permanent trip.”

“Did Pamela have another episode?”

“She’s fine.”

“Not that I don’t believe you, but I’d prefer to see her for myself.”

“John Ross said you’d say that and expects that you’ll be out to check on her, soon.”

“And so what does this visit have to do with Aaron?”

“John Ross and Pamela never had any children.”

“Not for lack of trying. As if that family doesn’t have enough mental issues to deal with, five still births.”

Aaron asks, “The Barnes’s?”

“Yes. I told you about them.”

“Pamela’s father, Cliff Barnes, he killed my father.”

“I don’t know that for certain. That’s John Ross’s story. It was 2010 and JR had spent years lobbying to get rid of the national estate tax. That was the one year without it. He dies days before the end of the year with probably with only a few months left.”

“You said he was battling cancer.”

“I’m just saying. I wouldn’t put it past your father.”

Aaron says, “Still.”

Lucy continues, “Still, it was the right thing to do, framing Cliff Barnes, if that’s what he did. Cliff was really out there and if they hadn’t got him into Mexico, well who knows what else he would have done. And, there’s his sister, Katherine, no one knows what ever happened to her. She tried to kill Uncle Bobby. And Cliff’s sister Aunt Pam.”

“I remember going out to California to meet Uncle Bobby and Aunt Pam, I think I was twelve or something like that.”

“Aunt Pam lived in a place that took care of her in Switzerland. Your father found her there, and she agreed to return with Uncle Bobby, but only if they didn’t return to Texas. Which sounds like John Ross’s situation. Uncle Bobby was also dealing with Chris at the time.”

“After the explosion?”

“Yes. So he took the two of them out there to live with my mom and dad and my brother and sister on the West Fork ranch.”

“Which is when Uncle Bobby sold you his half of house.”

“Something like that. They’re all a bit mentally ill, the Barnes.” Lucy looks at Jake, “So yes, they’re probably better off not having children.”

“Well, John Ross needs someone to take over when he’s gone. Someone to take his place with Ewing Industries.”

“Aaron?” Lucy questions.

“John Ross wants to see which of his siblings is fit to take over.”

“What do you mean fit?”

“He’s proposed a contest between sister and brothers.”

“Oh hell if he has,” Lucy declares.

“He’s turning over the trust funds JR left to the three of them to see what they do with the investments.”

“What?” Aaron says as a huge smile crosses his face.

“No!” Lucy says. “I’ve been through this before and I’m not doing it again.”

Jack says, “I’m sorry, Lucy. I tried to talk him out of it.”

“Well I’ll do more than talk, if I have to,” Lucy says standing and walking into house.

“So Aaron, you just moved back”

“Yeah, why?”

“It’s the reason for the timing. John Ross wanted to wait until you’d finished with college.”

The sun, having set the night sky on fire, gives the last glimmers of light before darkness falls on the ranch while cars roll down the driveway.

Inside Aaron and Jake play chess in the living room and Lucy reads her book. Ellie walks in the front door as Bo and Amy walk in from the back. Lucy stands and greats them, hugging Bo and then the beautiful woman standing next to him. “Amy. Let me see.” Lucy then holds up Amy’s hand to examine a large diamond engagement ring. “I can’t tell you how exciting it is to see the two of you together. Jake. You remember Bo?”

Jack comes over to join them. “Hello Bo. It’s been a very long time.”

“It has. It’s good to see you.”

Lucy adds, “And this is Amy Anderson, his fiancée, the granddaughter of very old family friends. And of course you remember Ellie.”

“Of course. Hello Ellie. Please everyone, take a seat. Nice to meet you Amy.”

Bo says to Amy as they sit, “Jake’s John Ross’s right hand man.”

Ellie says, “Where’s John Ross?”

Lucy answers, “He’s not coming. He invited you all here but isn’t showing up himself. In fact, Jake is filling us in.”

“Jake?” Ellie says.

Jake answers, “Yes. John Ross is still in Hawaii. He’s decided to stay traveling.”

“What’s wrong?” Ellie asks.

“He just feels it would be best for Pamela’s shake if they don’t return.”

Ellie looks saddened, but maybe not sincerely. “Oh that poor girl. She’s suffered so much. Everybody could see that she's been cracking up. Slowly and surely. And who can blame her? I mean, she had to deal with her daddy, Cliff Barnes, who albeit was mentally deranged, was better than nothing, and now he’s dead, and she grew up with an abusive stepfather and her mother's a whore.”

Lucy snaps, “That’s enough Ellie. Just sit down and let Jake get this over with.” As they all take their seats Lucy quietly says to Ellie, “You don’t need to work so hard to remind us of your father.”

Jake begins, “Well I’m just going to cut to the chance. John Ross has proposed a contest between the three of you, JR’s three other children, to determine who will replace him at Ewing Industries. In fact, without children of his own, who should be his heir.”

Bo says, “He’s going to leave one of his company?”

“That’s my understanding.”

Lucy asks, “What about James?”

“JR did set up trust funds for James and his children before he died, John Ross does not consider him to be his brother; he’s a Beaumont, and so he’s not including him in on this.”

“What trust funds?” Ellie asks.

“JR left one hundred million dollars in West Star stock to each of his five children, James, John Ross, Ellie, Bo and Aaron.”

Lucy says, “I wasn’t aware JR remembered Jason.”

Ellie says, “I thought he just left us one sixth of South Fork’s oil to share.”

Jake continues, “He did. He also left John Ross a set of instructions on how to put together Ewing Industries. He did just what your father told him to do. John Ross didn’t find out about the trusts until a year after JR died. Believe me, they are well invested. If you except the challenge, you will have one year to invest the money in a way that proves yourself to him.”

“Proves?” Ellie says. “Proves what?”

“Just that,” Jake says. “There’s one rule. You must move into this house and stay her for the year, living with each other. At the end of the year he’ll make his determination about the future of Ewing Industries. Your brother sold his soul to build the company out of nothing. As you’re all aware, the mineral rights to South Fork were quickly taken from him and as it turns out from all of you, from Sue Ellen, and Bobby and Gary. Everything Ellie Farlow had she’d given away before she died. Her will simply said that everything she had left would go to the Farlow Foundation, something her second husband had set up. As she never gave Bobby the mineral rights with the ranch, the Farlow Foundation was able to make a strong case, leaving John Ross and the three of you with nothing. So, the three of you have a marked advantage from where John Ross started.”

Ellie looks at Lucy. “You sued my brother, Uncle Bobby, your own father?”

Lucy says, “I didn’t sue anyone, the foundation did.”

“You’re the only living board member. You are the foundation.”

Jake interrupts, “Well it turns out she did do your brother a favor. Without the oil from South Fork, Ewing Global collapsed and John Ross, with Carlos Del Sol’s help, was able to take it over, acquiring Ewing Alternative Energies, Wentworth Tool and Die and Barnes Global. Today Ewing Industries is a multinational, multibillion dollar privately held conglomerate, with many subsidiaries.”

Ellie leans over to Aaron and boastfully says, “John Ross got Judith Brown appointed to the U.S. Senate after squeezing out Governor McConaughey for his old friend Lieutenant Governor Bret Gillis. Senator Brown then sold him Ryland Trade and Transport and put him in charge of her blind trust.”

Aaron smiles as if impressed.

Ellie then says to Jake, “You still haven’t defined proven.”

“I don’t have a definition for you.”

Lucy says, “I don’t like this one bit. I mean living here at South Fork, yes. I agree. Bo, I know you’ve spent your whole life in Florida but Amy, she was raised here in Texas, and Ellie well you were in Switzerland and everywhere, but there is something to be said about living here at South Fork. It’s how the old ranch family’s use to do it. And, with that, I think John Ross is right. But, as for this fight or contest or whatever, this is a bad idea. It was a bad idea when my grandfather pitted Uncle JR and Uncle Bobby against each other and it’s a bad idea now.”

Ellie says, “Well I’m for staying here for the year, for a share of Ewing Industries, but as for a contest, I’m not committing to anything until I speak to John Ross myself.”

Bo says, “I agree with Ellie.” Bo looks at Jake, “Once we get a hold of him, we’ll let you know. Are there any other stipulations? He just wants us to manage our trust fund on our own and live here?”

“At the end of the year he’ll evaluate what you’ve done. I’m not saying the biggest profit wins. That’s too short term. He and I’ll sit down and go over what you have and make a decision. Then I’ll gather you back here and let you know who he’ll bring into Ewing Industries.”

Lucy stands. “Well that’s enough of that. Dinner’s ready and I’m hungry. This has to have been the worse cocktail hour I’ve ever had here at South Fork, and that’s saying something with this family.”

Across the entry hall Lucy shows Amy around, “That’s John Ross’s chair,” pointing to what was once Jock’s chair. “And Pamela sat on his left. I sit at the other end where my grandmother use to sit. Aaron sits on my right and Bo on my left. Ellie likes to sit in the center, over there, between Aaron and Pamela. You can sit across from her, next to Bo, keep an eye on her. And Jake always sits here, on John Ross’s right. It’s sort of our guest of honor chair. Oh and, besides that poor display across the hall, there’s no talk of business at dinner, nor cocktails before or after. And dinner starts at six sharp.”

After they all take their seats, food is brought in and placed in front of them. Lucy brings up the Oil Barron’s Ball and Amy’s help with it. Jack asks Bo about college and Bo mentions having graduated with Jack’s youngest son, J.T. - fading to black as they all enjoy a South Fork dinner together, a tradition older than anyone sitting at the table.
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In the bright morning off the back of South Fork Lucy, sits at the table eating breakfast when Bo and Amy come out to join her. “Good morning. I hope the two of you slept well.”

Amy says, “Pretty good. It’s nice to be back in Texas.”

“And Bo?”

“Well, we were having this very discussion on the way here yesterday, where were we going to live. Seems John Ross kind of answered that for us.”

“That’s my old bed room you slept in last night. I hope you like it.”

“It’s nice,” Amy says, almost sincerely. “We were thinking more about our own place in the city, maybe Preston Hollow. But, I told Bo if he wants to do this, I’m fine living here for a year. Then we could get a place in the city and maybe spend weekends out here.”

“I think that’s a marvelous idea. Bo?”

“We’ll see.”

“You know you could get married her at South Fork.”

“I said that,” Amy says.

“And I agreed.”

Lucy smirks at the thought. “Boy you weren’t even finished with college when your dad died. A dad you barely knew. The impact that had to have had on you.”

“When John Ross showed up to tell me, it was just a story. It didn’t mean anything to me. He promised he’d get me through college. Thought at the time I guess even he didn’t know about the trust fund. He just said he was going to make it happen.”

“You majored in economics.”

“Because my father said it was a good idea.”

“Is economics and business what you want? You went around ranching for a while.”

Bo laughs. “Yeah. John Ross has his oil rigging stories and me with a Ph.D. in economics was a Florida ranch hand.”

“Well John Ross never really liked school. He dropped out to work on oil rigs, and he hated that too. He hated business too. I’m guess I’d say, I’m glad he’s decided to finally make a life for himself. And he’s turned out to be a better husband than I would have ever guessed.”

“And you’ve had your fair share of husbands,” Ellie says, walking around the corner from the back of the house.

“I’ve have more than my fair share over the years.”

“Seven,” Ellie states as fact.

“Seven marriages. Six husbands. I married Mitch twice.”

“Oh that’s right. You married Pamela’s uncle. Does this family every consider branching out in its relations?”

“Well you tell me. You’re the one who’s been seeing Gordon Wendell.”

“Oh he’s on his way over now. We’re going horseback riding.”

“And how do you know Gordon?” Lucy asks.

“I know every one worth knowing.”

“You do know the story with his father.”

“That he was after Ewing Oil and my father put him in prison.”

“Something like that,” Lucy states. “The Wendell brothers have made no secret of their dislike of this family, particularly your brother.”

“You don’t build a business like Ewing Industries without making a lot of enemies along the way. I guess they went up against each other a time or two.”

“A time or two. Listen Ellie. Bo. This fight . . .”

“There’s no fight,” Ellie says.

“Competition then. I don’t think you’ll be able to get a hold of John Ross. I’m gonna head there soon, to check on Pamela. I hope you mean what you say, that there’s no fight.”

“There is one thing my father said to me,” Ellie says, “which he said to never forget, something his mother said. ‘We may be wrong, we may be right, but we're Ewings, and we stick together. That's what makes us unbeatable!’”

“Who’s unbeatable?” Aaron asks walking around the corner.

Ellie walks into the stable to find Lucy walking out with the ranch hand, a Hispanic man, nearly Lucy’s age. Ellie walks up near the doorway, but tucked behind to eavesdrop as they walk away.

Lucy says, “You’ve known John Ross your whole life. What do you think he’s tryin’ do?”

“He’s been through a lot. He use to talk about having a son and naming him John Ross the forth and running this ranch. But then he use to dream about Elena.”

“Have you spoken to your cousin?”

“No. Tia Carmen hasn’t gone to see her either. Tia Teresa has. A few times. Tio Raul drove her up. He wouldn’t let her walk into a prison alone but he had no intention of laying eyes on Elena.”

“I’m surprised John Ross kept his sanity through all of that. I still feel bad for her.” Lucy takes the strong man’s arm and lays her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t. She knew what kind of person Joaquin was.”

“You don’t think she really laundered drug money do you?”

“I don’t know.”

“John Ross didn’t confide in you that he has that money, did he?”

“Lucy,” the man says as if admonishing her for even asking.

“It’s just I can’t blame her for believing Cliff Barns.”

“It was a lie. He used her.”

“True. But we’re talking about my Uncle JR, so of course she believed he ruined her father.”

“Her father ruined himself, even if JR did what Cliff said he did, which it turns out he didn’t. And still, it wasn’t JR she went after. No, I’m not surprised John Ross wanted to getaway or that Christopher stays away.”

“Well I’m not surprised she believed JR set her father up and stole his land. That’s the kind of person he was.”

“True. But it’s Bobby she blackmailed. It’s her brother Drew who was killed by those people she recruited to get even. The same people who almost killed Chis and cost him how many years of his life recovering. She’s family. I don’t wish her any ill will, but we’re safer with her where she is . . .” Their voices trail off as they get too far away from Ellie for her to hear.

Ellie then jumps as a tall, handsome man standing behind taps her shoulder, her sun dress, barely covering her bottom to begin with. Turning around she see the man, she slaps his chest. “Gordon! What the hell is wrong with you?”

Grinning, suppressing a laugh, “I waited for you to finish eavesdropping. Did you learn anything?”

“Nothing. Other than Lucy’s sappy for the help. Oh and she did talk to my brother.”



“And he’s not returning your calls?”

“Oh I get his secretary and she’s polite enough. I just have questions. I know my brother . . .”

“Are you sure?”

“For whatever reason, my father thought it was best we all be raised separately. He’d say that we all needed our own identities.”

“This was when you he we walking around the Alps like a modern day Von Trap family of two?”

“There wasn’t any singing, but yes during our long walks. The thing is he’d tell me all about them. I use to hero worship John Ross. I couldn’t wait for the day I’d meet my big brother. But, they didn’t know about me, or about each other.”

“But your father told you all about them?”

“Yes. He’d show me pictures and tell me how strong and fearless John Ross was. You know he once grabbed a hose and fought a brush fire to save the ranch, him and Uncle Bobby. A ranch hand fell down, from smoke inhalation I think, and John Ross grabbed his hose and wouldn’t back down. Uncle Bobby came running and tried to relieve him. This was before John Ross even knew that Grandma had left him half the ranch, bypassing our father. Anyway, John Ross wouldn’t back down.”

“That was your father’s story?”

“Uncle Bobby confirmed it was true . . . But I remember Uncle Bobby wondered how daddy knew the story because he wasn’t around when it happened and he was sure John Ross wouldn’t have told him because they weren’t talking. Plus, he said daddy wouldn’t have approved of John Ross risking his life like that. You know the biggest compliment my daddy could give anyone, he’d say, John Ross is just like his daddy.”

“And Bo and Aaron, what’d he say about them?”

“That Bo is smart. In fact, if this competition is about profit, I need to know what he’s already invested in.”

“I can get you a report, sure. I’m sure its extensive. Nothing like Ewing Industries, but Bo knows investing. And Aaron?”

“Well there wasn’t much to say about Aaron, he was just a little kid when my daddy died,” Ellie says staring off into the distance. “Aaron barely remembers him. I try to share stories, but I’m sure Lucy’s stories aren’t as flattering.” Snapping out of it and looking up at Gordon. “I need to know everything about Bo. Everything.”


“Jake said the trust funds have been liquidated and are waiting for us. Bo went into town this morning, to the bank.”

“And Aaron?”

“He went with him.”

“And you?”

“A lot to think about.”

“What is it you’re thinking right now?”

“That this isn’t my brother’s test, this is my father’s. This is the last stand of JR Ewing.”

Bo sits on the edge of a lounge chair by the pool, under the hot Texas sun, in swim trunks with Amy behind and over him, in a bikini, rubbing suntan lotion over his shoulders, arms and back. “You’ve got this she says.”

“Don’t under estimate Ellie.”

“I’m not, but investing is what you do. Jake was clear, this isn’t about making money. John Ross knows how to do that, through sheer will.”

“That your polite way of saying he’s ruthless.”

“He bankrupted his own mother and your Uncle Bobby.”

“Nearly. And that had as much to do with Lucy as it did with John Ross.”

“OK nearly.”

“Uncle Bobby walked away, sold Lucy his half of South Fork and he and John Ross gave the land to the foundation to protect it. Uncle Bobby also sold his half of the house to Lucy and his half of the South Fork Cattle Company to Ewing Industries and that was it. Just like that all the fighting stopped. Uncle Bobby had to take care of Aunt Pam, Chris and Chris’s son. I don’t know how he did it. But I know he’s happy. That’s what I want. Just to be happy with you and our children.”

“Oh I agree. If you don’t want to do this.”

“No. No I do.”

“John Ross knows to make money. How many companies has he pulled together to make Ewing Industries?”


“And didn’t you say he plays as risky as your father?”


“So maybe he’s not looking for growth and profit and high risk, but someone steady and secure, capable of managing a portfolio with reasonable growth. Otherwise why didn’t Jake just say, the sibling who makes the most money gets the company?”

“I don’t know.”

“Everything’s there?”

“Yeah. I’m already looking into an investment. There’s an electric car business I was looking at a small investment before this, now I’m thinking something more substantial.”

“So you’re already stated. Good. You’ve got this.”

“But, I’m not sure I want it. I think I’d rather just share it with Ellie and Bo.” He turns around in her warms and looking up at her says, “What I want is to start a family. What I want is for you,” placing his hand on her stomach, “to carry my son.”

“And don’t you want to give that son your family’s legacy, this ranch, the company? Teach John Ross Ewing the forth what it means to be a Ewing.”

“I don’t know if I know what it means to be a Ewing.”

“Yes you do.” Amy leans down and kisses his lips. “What you need to do is stop underestimating yourself.”

An ally in Dallas and a single steal door with a sign which reads, ‘The Polo Club.’

Inside Aaron walks up to a bar of this huge cavernous space, lit from flood lights above, a big dance club set up for a rave. “There he is,” the bartender says coming around to hug Aaron, a long hug, his hands sliding down his back as he pulls him in tight. “You coming in tonight with your friends before the big match tomorrow?” The man backs off and checks Bo out, head to toe.

Aaron wears tight clothes, a shirt that shows off the solid musculature of his torso, collar up and several buttons undone halfway down his chest, tight chinos rolled up and sockless deck shoes. “Of course, as always. You know I don’t think I’ve ever seen this place with the lights on.”

“Different effect. Get you a drink?”

“Ginger Ale.”

“One soft one coming up. So what brings you by.”

“You mentioned the debt on this place was killing you.”

“Well hard to turn a profit when all the money’s going to the bank.

“How would you like a partner?”

“What you mean, you thinkin’ of making an investment?”

“Sure. If you write it up, I’ll have my people look it over.”

“Yeah, of course.” The big lights go off and black and strobe lights come on. John Ross says, “Looks like show time.” The techno music starts up.

The bartender yells, “Let the show begin!”

The club fills up with young people and music so loud you can feel it in your chest. In a cover away from the dance floor, on a gathering of sofa’s, a group of young people in polo shirts hang out, drinking, laughing. Aaron leans over to make out with the girl next to him while the guy on the other side of him rubs his hand up his thigh.

Ellie watches a location movie set, a couple of young cowboys on horseback talking about raising hell when they get into town. The director yells cut.

She approaches the two as they hop off their horses and says to the one, “Ian Abernathy?”

“That’s me. What can I do ya?”

“I’m Ellie Ewing. I’d like to talk to you in private about a project I have in mind.”

Inside an onset trailer Ellie tosses a script in front of Ian. “I heard you were trying to get this?”

He looks at it. “Hell yeah. Written just for me, I think. Don’t you?”

“Well I picked it up for a pretty good deal. I’ve got some production people lined up to make it happen and I heard you were interested.”

“Damn right I am.”

“Well I’ve got a proposition. I can make it happen and we can all make a little bit of money and you get a little bit more fame and I get to enjoy you.”

Ian smiles a devilish smile. “Go on.”

“I’m well aware of your professional talent and it isn’t acting. I can give you the break out part you’ve been trying to get your hands on and you can show me in private what you do best.”

He pulls off his shirt.

Bo steps out of his bedroom into the wide upstairs hall of South Fork at the same time as Ellie, in the early morning light streaking through the window at the end of the hall. He quietly shuts his door and she whispers, “Is everything OK?” as they walk away and down the stairs.

“Oh its just Amy gets these headaches. She’s lying down.”

“Has she seen a doctor?”

“She says they’re not that serious.”

“That should be a doctor’s call. I’ll set something up.”

“I don’t know if she’ll go.”

“She’ll go. Has she agreed to a South Fork wedding?”

“Actually she did. She’s looking forward to it. She’s got a million ideas.”

“I’ll talk to her after dinner tonight.”

“You’re not going to take over, are you?”

“Since when do I take over?”

“Since always. She’s not like Pamela. She’s not gonna just let you run things. It’s her wedding.”

“Of course it is. Don’t worry.”



“So, Gordon Wendell,” Bo smirks devilishly. “You know what both Lucy and John Ross have to say about the Wendell’s, especially Gordon’s brother.” The two stop at the bottom of the stairs.

“They hate us because daddy put their father in prison for over ten years, blah, blah, blah. But, Gordon doesn’t hate us. He barely knew his father even before he went to prison. I think his mother was his father’s third wife. I don’t know. Gordon didn’t even visit him in prison.”

“I bet his brother, Paul, did.”

“I’m sure he did. Now he hates us, J. Paul Wendell really hates, maybe more than his father did. Did you know that their father had a mad crush on John Ross’s mother?”

“No, but wasn’t every man in Texas supposed to have been in love with Sue Ellen Ewing?”

“Something like that.”

“Do you really want an enemy like that around?”

“Like what? Paul’s harmless.”

“He’s the Chairman of a supermajor oil company.”

“The Trident Corporation is powerful, sure, but Paul’s just a hired hand over there.”

Behind them Lucy comes walking down, a head of a woman frantically taking notes, followed by a train of servants carrying luggage. Lucy issues directions to the woman, including notifying the DOA of her absence until further notice, “Amy will be able to handle the Oil Barron’s Ball without me . . .”

Ellie says, “And where are you going?”

The luggage handlers continue on right out the back while Lucy stops to talk to Ellie and Bo. “Hawaii, to check on Pamela. I thought I told you.”

“I’m supposing you’ll be seeing my brother. Will you kindly tell him to call me?”

“He’s not going to but I can mention it. I might be gone a while. John Ross is going from Hawaii to the Porcupine Mountains.”

Bo says, “His annual gathering. I’ve been asking for an invite for years.”

Lucy says, “You’re not old enough to say years yet, nor is the event.”

Ellie says, “Well if I just show up . . .”

Lucy says, “He’ll turn you away.”

“I’m sure I can keep out of sight among fifty thousand acres and the finest shoots in America while his little group of executives discuss the global economy and politics.”

“I’m sure you can’t. After that he’s headed to England. Apparently he’s been patching things up with his mother. He plans on staying there for a while. I’ll return as soon as I’m satisfied that Pamela is OK and maybe a bit longer. Don’t break anything while I’m gone.” Lucy then hands them each an envelope.

“What’s this,” Ellie asks.

“I spoke with John Ross about it. I agree with him, having family here, so we made an arrangement. It’s a trust for South Fork, this house and ten buildable lots. In case after the year the three of you don’t want to stay in my house.”

“Your house?”

“My house. I’m the executor of the trust. There are also investments enough to cover the expenses of the property.” Lucy pats Bo on the arm. “Best of luck staying here for the year. It’s not easy to live all together.”

Bo says, “We’ll make it work. We’re family.”

“And after you?” Ellie asks.

“You’ll just have to wait until I’m dead to find that out.”

“Well don’t hurry on my account.”

“Oh I plan on being around for a long, long time. Oh and your friend, Gordon Wendell, I know the thinking is fill this place up with kids, at least among the two of you, and yes, I’m sure that would make John Ross very happy to see the next generation, but a Wendell isn’t on top of anyone’s wish list. Keep that in mind.” Lucy walks out the back with her secretary following.

Ellie says to Bo, “Well we’re on our own.”

“Ellie, I really don’t want this contest to turn us against each other.”

“It won’t. We’re Ewing’s. We don’t fight each other. We stick together and fight others.”

“Like the Wendell’s?”

“Like the Wendell’s.”

“What are you playing at, Ellie?”

“Did you know that the foundation is developing part of South Fork’s land into a vineyard?”

“No. Why?”

“My guess is for Lucy’s sister. That’s what she does. Her and her husband are in the wine business in northern California. And with a possible lot for her to build on, maybe Lucy’s going to have her living here in Texas. She already shares her brother’s work, raising horses.”

“You think Lucy can get them to move from California?”

“Sure, why not? I bet they’re included in this trust,” Ellie says holding up the envelope. “It’s all her and John Ross ever talked about, having the family all back her at South Fork.”

“That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

“I’m thinking once you start filling this house with children of your own we’ll be a bit crowded, especially with Lucy here.”

“I don’t know about that. Amy and I’ve talk about kids, once were married, but no more than two. I just worry, having seen all Pamela went through. What did John Ross say, she’d been pregnant five times? I can’t even imagine what once must have done to her.”

“Amy’s not Pamela. I wouldn’t worry. I was thinking about talking to Aaron. What do you think about him moving into the cottage out back? Give him more privacy as a bachelor and you another bedroom to fill in this house.”

“That’s fine but like I said, we’ve talked about one, maybe two children.”

“Well, once you get started, you’ll change your mind. Now where to move Lucy?”

Ellie walks through a glass door labeled “Ewing Oil” and is greeted by two secretaries in the reception room on her way down the familiar hall to an office door with the name plate, ‘J. R. Ewing, President.’ She walks in to find a handsome Hispanic man, about her age, looking over maps in what appears to be J.R. Ewing’s office. “Juan Carols DelSol,” she says with a huge grin.

“Ellie Ewing,” the gorgeous man says with great excitement, walking about to hug her. “It’s been way too long.”

“Way too long. What is this place?” Ellie asks.

“This is your grandfather’s office.”

“I don’t understand. You can’t run Ewing Oil out of these offices.”

“No. No I suppose not. The offices to Ewing Oil are on several floors in this building. This is just something your brother put together, kind of a museum to your father, and your uncle’s office next door and your grandfather’s at the end of the hall.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know. This is actually the office your brother was using when he was in the city. He ran most of the company from the ranch. People went out to see him. But when he came into the city . . . and those women you meet on the way in are his administrative assistants.”

“That’s why you asked to meet here, to show me this museum?”

“To show you your brother’s thinking. What matters to him. This matters to him.”

“And Ewing Oil?”

“Ewing Oil is a subsidiary of Ewing Industries. It engages in oil and gas exploration, making deals anyway. Ewing Construction develops oil and gas fields. Ewing Fossil Fuels manages the operations. Ryland Trade and Transport ships the product. Ewing Energy sells the natural gas directly or uses it to produce electricity and if it’s petroleum, West Star refines and markets it.”

“And what’s your role in all of this?”

“My father and your father worked out a deal to get John Ross to create Ewing Industries. In return my father got sixteen percent of the company and now with him gone, I oversee the trust with those shares.”

“Alright. I see. And Jake Rosemont, where’s he fit in. He seems to run everything.”

“I suppose he does. You know as well as I do the real play is power not money. Jake Rosemont is a very powerful friend of your brother’s. Don’t make a mistake and think otherwise.”

“Thanks for the warning.”

“John Ross has friends. A great many friends. They call themselves the cartel. Like Jake and Don Lockwood.”

“His stepfather?”

“The Earl of Maitland, yes. Like Jake Rosemont, he’s more than he appears. Your brother barely graduated high school, dropped out of college.”

“I know, to work the oil rigs. He has a learning disability.”

“Yes. He finds reading painful. Lockwood introduced him to Rosemont years ago. And to Richard Channing.”

“The Seer of ‘Cisco?”

“Yes. He’s a friend, and mentor to your brother. They advised him on putting together the Ewing network.”

“The Ewing Network?”

“The political causes, PACs and think tanks, your brother has given to, they all amount to heavy political influence. Regardless of what you’ve heard, he’s created President Bower and he destroy him.”

“I heard he’s,” Ellie says with air quotes, “Thanked,” “Senator Manning for his help on forwarding some education bill John Ross wants passed.”

“Yes and President Bouton has said he’ll sign it. Think of your brother as a classical capitalist. He’s read two books in his life, cover to cover, the Art of War and the Wealth of Nations. He believes that a complete overhaul of education in this country is essential and that everyone must have access to the best education possible. That’s competition. That’s what he wants to see.”

“Really? My brother, who dropped out of college and only graduated high school because his parents were so generous to the boarding school they couldn’t afford to say no, and he’s advocating for education?”

“Difficulty with traditional school doesn’t mean your brother isn’t a smart man. He recognizes we have to have the best paid teachers in the world so that we have the best teaching in the world because they create the minds which are your county’s greatest capital asset. People like our cousin Christopher.”

“Ewing Oil owns the Ewing Process, something, I’m sure, you’re aware causes a great deal of tension between John Ross and Christopher.

“The fact is this technology allows the company to get at endless supplies of methane. But still, methane is a fossil fuel, albeit cleaner than most, Ewing Alternative is still focused on the future, batteries in particular. That takes well educated people. People who are highly specialized. Your brother realizes this. Just like he realizes we have to have a setup which attract the best and the brightest all over the world to our schools.”

“Kind of liberal sounding.”

“Not in the least. Ewing Industries is too tied to fossil fuels, even Wentworth Tool and tie. Two thirds of its business has to do with oil drilling, but that's decreasing, rapidly.”

“What about CMBC?”

“A small, local bank. The old Cattleman’s Bank yes, but not much more than it was under the old name. The South Fork Cattle Company raises beef cattle and sells it to processors. Branch Water provides security services. It’s not enough diversification. Branch Water is a mercenary and intelligence company and most of its clients are big oil, protecting their global sites. CyberByte provides software, two thirds of its clients are fossil fuel companies.”

“Barnes Global?”

“Media and entertainment assets and yes not tied to fossil fuels in anyway. Radio and television stations throughout the county. Hotels, resorts and casinos. One of our most highly profitable divisions.”

“The Barnes Report, one of the nation’s most conservative news magazines,” Ellie states.

“Yes that’s right. Cliff Barnes built a reputation around it as a highly trusted news source, and your brother took it into a very right leaning direction.”

“And Lucy owns the Pacifica, a magazine and multi-platform publisher, founded in 1857, and generally a left leaning source.”

“It’s owned by the Thoreau Collective, which is owned by Lucy.”

“Interesting. Playing both sides.”

“They were on the same side opposing former President Bower.”

“I’ve noticed. So Barnes Global is really the most promising piece of Ewing Industries right now.”

“And Rio Blanco.”

“Which is?”

“Mining. Especially rare earth. Jake grabbed it up out of bankruptcy before the Trident Corporation could get its hands on it. He also bought a company called Emerson, which manufactures the most advanced batteries on the market, using small amounts of rare earth. One battery they have, the size of a briefcase, could power South Fork for a few days.”

Bo meets with engineers looking over a prototype car. He says, “So I have to put you guys in touch with Ewing Alternative. The key here isn’t the car or the engine. It’s the battery.” The lab is a hug cavern designed for creating cars and the sign on the wall says ‘Ewing Motor Company.’

Amy sits in a doctor’s examination room. The doctor walks in and says, “The good news is you are pregnant.” Amy looks extremely worried. “But, I’m going to have to take you off your medication for your migraines. I’m really concerned about how we proceed.”

Bo dances, bumps and grind with two different girls on the strobe lit dance floor of the club. Next to him another young man dances with two other girls, just as much foreplay as prancing. The music load and techno inspired, a heavy beat deep in their chests. Bo yells, “I saw your father the other day?”

“What?” the other young man says.

“I saw your father, at South Fork!”

“How was that?!”


“I bet! He told me about this contest!”

“What do you think?!”

“I think you’re gonna take it all!”

“Really, J.T., you think I can?!”

“Hell yeah!” J.T. kisses him, full on the mouth.

Out in the dark, empty night sky of the Gulf of Mexico, an oil rig lights up an island spot among the black water with a million tiny lights just before it explodes, sending a mushroom cloud of smoke and flames into the air.

Bo’s eyes roll back into his head as he leans back on the head board of a hotel bed, his hands playing with the hair of a face deep in his cotch, a woman who’s not Amy.

Ellie sits in a chair in a hotel room when Ian and another very handsome Hollywood man walks into the room. Ellie smiles, “You seem to really want this part?”

Jake looks out the black window of his penthouse onto the sky line of Dallas saying, “Like my father use to say, if you’re at a meeting and can’t figure out who’s being screwed over, it’s you.”

A jet lands on a private runway and taxis to a stop in the dark of night. The door opens and slowly lower into a stair case. A young man walks steps out and walks down onto the tarmac. A chauffer standing next to a limousine says, “Mr. Lucas Krebs?”


In the dusky morning light crude oil washes up on the shoreline of the Texas coast.
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