STARRING:
(in alphabetical order)
PATRICK DUFFY (BOBBY)
LINDA
GRAY (SUE ELLEN)
KEN
KERCHEVAL (CLIFF)
AUDREY LANDERS (AFTON)
SASHA MITCHELL (JAMES)
CATHY PODEWELL (CALLY)
VICTORIA
PRINCIPAL (PAM)
TED SHACKELFORD (GARY)
CO-STARRING:
OMRI KATZ (JOHN ROSS)
CHRIS DEMETRAL (CHRISTOPHER)
DAVID MARSHALL GRANT (WILL)
Episode 3: "TIME TO DIE"
Pamela tried to smile at that woman who used to be one
of her best friends...
-
Are you feeling O.K., Pam? - Sue Ellen asked.
-
Yes, of course. I just...didnīt expect to see you here. None of you - she
added, as she suspiciously looked askance at her son Christopher.
-
Come on into the living room, aunt Sue Ellen... - he said, as Pam did a kind
gesture towards the luxurious room, trying to break the ice...
The
three of them got into the living room of the manor, making themselves
comfortable at the armchairs around a small table.
- The house is decorated so
tastefully, Pamela - Sue Ellen remarked. -Did you take care of it yourself?
-
Yes, with the help of Donna and also Valene and Barbara, Bobbyīs cousin...Oh, I
forgot you already knew her.
-
Yes I did. I was there when she came up at the old ranch, claiming for her
share of the Southfork Estate...
Christopher
was losing his patience and interfered in the conversation:
-
Mother, I forgot to tell you that aunt Sue Ellen was going to come with me
today...
Pamela
stared and asked him, in a soft but
determined way:
-
Chris, youīll excuse us, wonīt you please?
After
a little of arguing, Chris got up and
left outside...
- I
am so sorry, Sue Ellen...
- I
see...Christopher didnīt tell you about my visit...
-
No. But Iīm really glad to see you. About his question of Kristin...
-
I am not here because of her, but because of my mother. Patricia died one month
ago...and left something for Christopher, her second grandson, in her last
will...
Away
from Southfork, at the town of Dallas, James was awaiting at the police station
to talk to one of the detectives who had come home for him...Finally, the man
appeared carrying an old small purse in his hand.
-
Why the hell have you arrested me?
-
Youīre not arrested, Mr. Ewing...- the detective answered.
-
Mr. Beaumont, if you donīt mind - James corrected him, since he only used his natural daddyīs last name in order
to sign up the business papers.
-
We wanna know what kind of relationship you had with late Michelle Stevens
Beaumont .
-
I thought she was still in prison, she was serving a sentence for murder... - James hinted innocently, knowing it
was not true...
-
The woman was set free two years ago. His sentence had been lengthened almost
three more years for violent behavior and authority contempt. Miss Stevens was
found in a Dallas blind alley a few days ago and died of an overdose at the
General Hospital.
James
was speechless and, suddenly, he remembered one of the very last times he saw
Michelle. They had a date a fancy restaurant to talk about their relationship:
he was going to tell her that he was leaving Michelle for his sonīs mother,
Debra Lynn, still legally his wife.
-
You do know that I am the right wife for you, James - she had said to him with
tears in her eyes, as she finished her drink.
James
had decided to annulate his marriage to Michelle, since Debra Lynn had never
suited for divorce and they remained married, and, whatīs more, they had a son
in common, little Jimmy.
-
Mr. Beaumont...? - The detective brought him back to reality.
James
began to feel the pain he felt when he broke up with her, and thought that the
best would be getting that matter finished, as soon as possible.
-
We were married for a few months, but we got an annulment right after my father
J.R. Ewing died...Then, I visited Michelle at the prison, once, and I knew
through the press that she had been sentenced for killing her sister Aprilīs
murderer.
-
We found this purse by her dead body, along with a folded photo of yours and
the marriage certificate, circa 1990. There are the names of you both on it.
And you still are registered as husband and wife at the City Hall
Registry....But, if you don't mind...the body should be identified...
Back
to Southfork, Pam listened to the story of Sue Ellen's trip to Beacon Hill, and
how she made up with her mama just before her death.
-
My mother obviously suspected something devious behind Kristin's death at the
ranch's pool. She hired a private eye and found out, not only about her
drug-impelled suicide, but also about her baby. However, when she knew that
this baby had been adopted and was living happily with his family, she gave up
the research.
-
My God, Sue Ellen... - Pam was beginning to feel towards that woman the same
sympathy and compassion she had felt all through the years, when they used to
live at old Southfork. - I wish we didn't cause any trouble to your mother by
adopting Christopher...You know he always was the most important person to both
Bobby and me, though I had to leave him for awhile...
-
I am here to tell you that Chris has rights to his grand-mother's inheritance,
even if you don't wanna say to him the way he was really linked to her. That's
up to you both. But I wouldn't like to lose our long-time friendship because of
these years of absence. It was so hard to us to really like each other, Pam...
Pamela
hugged her old friend, the only person she had considered her loyal sister,
though, as Sue Ellen had said, she used to pull her down during her first
months at the Ewing home. Outside, Christopher decided to drive off his
motorcycle and get away from there...
Afton
was taping one of her performances for the show. She used to play live at the
studio, but lately she had been feeling somewhat uncomfortable as she was
singing, and was afraid of that becoming obvious to everybody. Therefore, she
had suggested to get tapped at least one of her acts, in order to give more
display to the new talents she featured in every show.
That
day, Afton had to stop singing twice, but, at last, she performed beautifully a
great song, that made the crew clap enthusiastically.
Afton
went straight to her dressing-room, after asking about her daughter to the make-up girl, who seemed to ignore where she
was...
When
Afton opened up the dressing-room door, she had the biggest surprise...she just
could yelled out:
-
Pamela Rebecca Cooper! But how
can you...?
An
almost naked young man rushed out of there...
At
the morgue, a blonde, young,
not-too-tall woman, with curled long hair, high heels and a yellow tailored
suit, was following the man in charge to the place where Michelleīs dead body
presumably was shelvered. When she took a look at her white, pale, clean face,
the woman started to whimper:
-
Oh, my God...! It canīt be... - she took a scarf and pretended to be
overwhelmed, as she nod before the man - Yes, let her rest in peace.
-
So she's your sister, miss...
-
Stevens, April Stevens.
When
James and the detective arrived at the morgue, the woman had just vanished
out...and the identification was not necessary any more. Then James considered her dead and buried.
(Fade out )
The
next morning, Pamela and Bobby went out to ride before breakfast. Sue Ellenīs
visit and Chrisīs questions had exposed past stories they tried hard to forget.
Though they knew that, some day, theyīd have to tell the truth about his mother
to Chris.
-
At one very moment, I was so afraid that Sue Ellen had already told Chris
everything...and that he had a negative
reaction.
-
But Pam... - Bob stopped, choosing his
words carefully - Chris is nineteen years old now. Last year, when he called us
up in Toronto, for his summer holidays, that idea was in his head yet...Heīs a
grown-up, settled person, in spite of his age. He deserves, for many reasons,
to know what happened to his mother.
-
What about his mama sleepinī with her brother-in-law and you thinkinī he was
J.R.īs baby? What about Kristin shooting his uncle or you faking his birth
certificate to be able to adopt him?
Pamīs
words were getting Bob more and more upset.
- Remember what you have been
repeatinī to me for years: we should forget the past and be happy today, with
the people whoīre by our side, without thinking of all that wasted time...
Bob
holded Pam as tightly as he could and then put her on her horse, and they rode
back home...
"Illegal
Eagle" finished his burger and his drink and dropped down the leftovers.
Once he was in his old car, he opened his PC and switched it on. He had several
messages in his email, one of them signed by CME, the young man who bought his
old court file about the custody trial...
He
opened the message as he didnīt get any virus alert...and then, a Mr. Smiley
popped up, along with the line: "Is the water valve open in your
house..."dude"?"
For 30 seconds, "Illegal
Eagle" wondered what that could mean, and when he looked back at the
display, he saw that all his computerīs files had been deleted by that
unexpected visitor. He closed down the PC and drove off, rushing to the place
he called his "den".
Once
he was at the doorway, he took out his keys and, when he was getting them into
the keyhole, he noticed his feet were wet: the water had flooded that
"den", including the security copies of his court files with which
"Eagle" used to bootleg..
"Eagle"
pronounced the dirtiest words he could remember and began to cry, as he put on
his knees at the corridor...
Sue Ellen and John Ross arrived at their manor in
Turtle Creek, one of the wealthiest suburban areas in Dallas. At last, the
house had been re-conditioned for mother and son to live there. John Ross had
decided to move in there temporarily,
though he was going to keep his apartment.
The courses were beginning again the next week, and,
with a bit of luck, this would be his last college year. Afterwards, he would
take over Ewing Oil as its President and major shareholder. But, if he didnīt
pass the final exams, his fatherīs inheritance would remain being managed by
Bobby...upon J.R.īs last will.
- I never liked the
other mansion very much... - the young man remarked.
- Nor its tennis
courts neither? - she looked askance at him, knowing that his tennis skills had
been developed there, during his games with Christopher.
- You know me too well
mama... - John Ross changed of subject. He was worried about his mother and
Christopher - You didnīt tell me what happened in Southfork...though I think my
cousin played no fair game...
- You know him well
too. He didnīt say to Pam that I was coming over, and tried to find out things
about his mother...
- Kristin...I just
canīt believe that she got drown in the Southfork pool...
- There are many
things that you donīt know son. Nor Christopher neither...
That evening, at the new Southfork...
- My God, I canīt believe it... Michelle, dead...
- No, Bobby - he was corrected by James, who had come
with Cally to report his uncle. After all, the late woman had briefly been his
sister-in-law. - Michelle had been murdered, up to the policeīs version. They found in her body remainders
of alcohol and drugs, but her fingerprints couldnīt be identified any more, her
finger tips were burnt...As it seems, her prison time was like hell to her...
- I suppose thatīs not all, am I wrong?
- No. They found a copy of our marriage certificate
and the police checked it out and found it īs still valid: in this state, we were husband and wife.
J.R.īs lawyer didnīt get the annulment done, as he promised to. Then, Cliff
formally accused Michelle for Hillary Taylorīs murder and she was sentenced to
several years in jail...
Bobby dried the sweat on his forehead as he was
beginning to feel anguished.
- Donīt worry, Iīll go to the point: the police think
that Michelle was poisoned by another person, and her corpse was identified by
somebody called...April Stevens.
When
he heard his late wifeīs name, killed in Paris, Bobby looked astonished, as
Pamela did, since she had just come into the room...
The night fell over Southfork like a
rock. Bobby and Pam had many questions
for each other, but none of them dared to break the silence. Finally, Pam
talked...
- I know we promised to let past go,
but I just canīt help thinking...what kind of woman was April...? Cliff only
told me funny things about her...
Bobby hold on his wife, while his
second wifeīs image returned to his memory, for first time in a long time...and
he felt guilty about it.
- She was a very special
person...and very different from you in everything. Blonde, curled hair, blue
eyes. And so tenacious, very tenacious...She had to wait a long long time for
me to feel emotionally secure.
- Iīve regretted so many times to
have taken that decision and caused you all so much trouble...
- It was the hardest thing for me to
understand, but now I think I do. Just wanted to save us from suffering to see
ya die, when they made you believe that you were sick...April tried very hard
to gimme her friendship and compassion, before goinī further...Things were
uneasy to her, and never lost hope...
- What about her sister? Was
Michelle somewhat like her...?
Bobby smiled as he remembered the
very first time he saw her, lying down on Aprilīs condoīs ground...
- She was completely mad...and Iīm
afraid she got really mad in prison. She adored James since the moment she met
him. Shelly did all her best and even more to get his love and givīm what he
wanted most: Ewing Oil. But... - Bobby took a breath and caressed Pam - what
happened in Paris changed our plans...forever.
Pamela stared at him and whispered:
- I love you, and Iīll never get
away from you. I promise.
The next morning, Gary Ewing drove to the Dallas Love
Field Airport to pick up his new lawyer. His plane was coming from Chicago half
an hour late, and Gary didnīt have any photo of Alanīs, so he was afraid of not
being able to find him. Alan told him
by phone that he did saw his picture in a paper, so he could be relieved.
Gary
heard his mobile ring, and accepted the call: it was his wife Valene. A
stranger walked on to him, waving his hand. Thinking he had to be Alan, he
apologized to his wife and hang off the phone..
-
Mr. Beam, I suppose...?
-
Right - the newcomer answered. He was a man in his forties, with thick
eyebrows, dark-haired. He was only handling a travel bag and a pipe - but, call
me Alan, please...
-
And you can call me Gary. Welcome to Dallas... - he said, shaking his hand.
-
Thanks, but, as my associate Frank Williams told you, Iīve been here before,
long ago, at the early 80īs...Hard times by the way...but I remember I left in
a good mood...
At
that moment, Alanīs memory went 20 years back, to the moment he was going to
airport and fly back to Chicago...
-
Kristin... - then young Alan Beam said to her partner in betrayal...
-
Alan...Are you still a suspect?
-
No, I was checking into a hotel room in Missouri about the time J.R. was shot,
so Iīve got an iron clad alibi. Besides, Kristin, I figured you did it....
- I
wanted to...He treated me so badly... - she sounded suspicious.
-
Well, I guess itīs time to say good-bye... - he added, kissing her friendly. -
Iīm sorry the two of us were on opposite sides for so long. We could have made
a good team. Listen, if youīre ever in Chicago...
- I
will. - She said laughing. Alan turned around and got into his car. Driving
home, 90 miles away from penalty for minor rape...
Alan
came back to year 2000. He got into Garyīs limo, and felt sincerely glad of
things having changed. Now, he was not a loser any more, and Dallas would know.
And Gary and his daughter Lucy too...
James got out of his fancy convertible in front of the
Ewing Building, still known like that, though the Ewings hadnīt been working
there for years and years. When he was going inside, Sue Ellen called his name
to call his attention. James smiled at
her and she smiled back.
- Hello, James. I though we could walk around instead
of going up to the office. John Ross couldnīt come, he got to call on the
college to get some papers ready.
Sue Ellen and James began to walk, looking for the
shadowed path, since the summer sun still shined bright and heat was unbearable
when the day wasnīt windy, although September had come.
- I wanted to talk to ya īcause something happened...
- I know:
Aprilīs sister, right?
- Once again, bad news spread quickly...especially in
Dallas. I gotta get out of the city to attend Michelleīs funeral at her town,
Springdale. Her mama is completely alone now. Callyīs coming along...
- Weīve got some unfinished business, James...
- Yeah. Only two more days. Then, Iīll tell ya if Iīll
join you at Ewing Oil or stay at Ewing Group, with Gary and Bobby.
- All right - Sue Ellen said - but donīt forget what I
told you in our last meeting: nobody can get hurt and much less, John Ross.
Heīs been quite stable for a long time and went through too many breakdowns due
to his addiction...Besides, heīs quit his sessions with Dr. Wyler lately...
James frowned and looked at the woman, as he began to
understand certain things...
At the Wentworth Manor, Pamela, Afton and her daughter
Beckie were swimming in the pool...That mansion had sheltered first the
Barnesesī and Katherineīs mother, Rebecca, then Pamela and Christopher, and
lastly and after years of neglect, the family formed by Cliff, Afton and
teenage Beckie.
- Baby donīt walk with your feet wet, youīre gonna
slip and...
- Oh, mama, you always have to expect the worst from
me...Iīm fed up...
- Pamela Rebecca, you go into the house...! - Afton
ordered, with a tough look, as got out of the pool and got her hair dried. Pam
followed her and both of them sat down on to the hammocks.
-Tell me Afton: whatīs up with Beckie? - Pam asked
with a smile in her face.
- Nothing, I guess. It must be one of those teenagerīs
phases... - she avoided her friendīs look and lied down over the hammock.
- Donīt tell me she is in love...
- Oh, no...Thatīs not fashionable...I found her in my
dressing-room, alone with a much older man, one of the studioīs light
boys...Itīs been impossible to talk to her seriously since then.
- Well, Beckie is almost sixteen now, and besides,
sheīs a great girl: a good student,
loves swimming and doesnīt get blinded by the Barnesī money...
- Pam...Iīm afraid of...
- Of what...? - she said, looking at Afton.
- When I was her age, I didnīt date the high school
boys...I had the ambition of becoming a famous singer and I seeked for anyone
who could help me...I won some radio contests and a beauty one. And when I
arrived at Dallas...
Pam softly shut up her friendīs mouth with her hand,
and then added:
- When you arrived at Dallas, you met J.R. I know,
Afton.
Afton blushed up and cried, feeling ashamed.
- Iīm afraid
of Beckie wanting something like that through her friends or the
networkīs people, just like me. Besides, Cliff is starting over again...
At this point, Pamīs face looked tougher:
- What do you mean? - she said, as the other woman
took out a card from a bag on the terraceīs table.
- This is your cousin Jimmy personal card. His current
name is Will and was named President of
the "First Bank". But Cliff made him resign and took his place...and
he hasnīt even talked to me about it. Iīve known everything by the paper. Old
Cliff Barnes and his twisted secrets are back...
(Fade out)
Pamela woke up
alone: Bobby probably
had left to have a ride before breakfast. She had a shower, got her hair dried
and put her rose-colored silk gown on. Suddenly, she reminded that she had been
wearing it for 20 years already. Since she spent some time at the Brooktree
sanitarium. Bobby gifted it to her. She was wearing it the day she wrote the
letter...it was that far 1981.
"Dear Bobby: Iīve decided to give up my therapy
with Dr. Conrad and go back to the ranch, since I think Iīve overcome my
breakdown and Iīve made up with my past. Otherwise, Iīve realized I really need
to give you a baby, what you have wanted all your life. Something Iīll never
can give you. Therefore, Iīm leaving and let you live your life. Our lawyers
will settle down the divorce agreement. Please, donīt look for me: I just need
make peace with myself. Maybe someday, Iīll come back..."
It
was then when Pamela stopped writing: a loud argument could be heard from the
living room downstairs. It was between J.R. and Miss Ellie, who were having a big
discussion about J.R. wheeling-and-dealing. She was so self-absorbed with the
letter that she didnīt hear their cars come. At that moment, also Bobby was parking his red convertible in front of
the garage...
A
doubtful Pamela went downstairs...
- You
have no excuse for that...! - Miss Ellie assured.
-
Mama, I donīt wanna talk about it... - J.R. tried to skip the subject.
- Like it or not, we'll have to talk...
Pam was almost downstairs, and got thrilled to see a
surprised Bobby holding a smiling baby in his arms...Could it be true...?
- A baby, we got a baby! Oh, Bobby...why didnīt you
tell me that you could adopt a child at last?
Pam came back to present, after having remembered the
happiest day in her life. From that day on, Christopher had become her
priority, yes, until the day of the car accident...when everything seemed to
vanish along with the flames...
Pam looked at
her reflection in the mirror: she was over fifty, but she felt so tired,
exhausted, emotionally empty, especially when she was in Canada, far away from Christopher. Bobby was
everything to her, but both wanted to resume their relationship with family and
friends...that is why they came back. But...could they become Chrisīs parents
again...or would he choose his natural (though dead) parents?
Pamela
put her gown off and wide opened her wardrobe to choose a dress to wear. On the
shelf over the hangers, a few boxes were piled up, and Pam stretched out her
arms to get down one of them. Inside that pale-colored box, she had been keeping
pictures of her loved ones: first appeared his emotional daddy Digger, his
brother Cliff together with his very young cousin Will (then Jimmy),
afterwards, entered the Ewings: first of all Ray, who happened to be just the
Southfork foreman and his first formal boyfriend, in every sense; Jock and Miss Ellie, Lucy, Sue Ellen...
And
then, her mama Rebecca, always a mystery to her, and her fiancé Mark Graison,
both of them ending so tragically...And when she found her first photo with
little baby Christopher, Pam burst into tears and her emotions overflew...
"For
everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under Heaven: a time
to be born and a time to die; a time to kill and a time to heal; a time to weep
and a time to laugh; a time to love and a time to hate; a time for war and a
time for peace..."
The Minister was saying the psalm, as James and Cally,
both dressed in black, were listening to him respectfully but away from the
family group. Michelle Stevens was going to be buried next to her sister
Aprilīs grave, at the town of Springdale, Arkansas. James had felt obligated to
come and offer his help to Aprilīs mother, almost 80 years old.
Once the ceremony was over, James came over the
mourning woman, whose suspecting neighbors were expressing their condolences.
- Mrs. Stevens... - James stammered- Iīm James
Beaumont. I was married to Michelle...
- That canīt be - she said, without looking at him -
My baby never got married...Iīd have known. Please go.
- Iīm Bobby Ewingīs nephew, your daughter Aprilīs
husband...
Amy Stevensī blue eyes were wide
open and penetrated Jamesīs eyes...
-What did the Ewings have to do
with my daughter Shellyīs death?
- Nothing, nothing at
all...Michelle just couldnīt overcome her stay in prison and was found almost
dead, in a blind alley...
- My baby, in a blind alley? You
are crazy...Why have you come to tell me those lies?
One of the neighbors got in the
middle, keeping James away with her hand...
Cally came over too, to try to fix
things up:
- Mrs. Stevens, Iīm Cally, a friend
of your sister Aprilīs. We just came to tell ya that, if you need anything, you
can count on us...
-
Cally...yes, I remember April told me something about you...yesterday.
Cally
looked at her pitifully and then at James...All of sudden, Amy started to cry
and ask them to leave...
"The
Ewings are guilty for what happened to my babies...Let Heaven have my dear
Shelly in its Glory...and let the devil take you all...one by one." - At
that moment, the neighboring crowd came closer and took Amy away. James got
pensive for awhile...and Cally hold him tight, trying to comfort him...
- Itīs been so long...!
- Yes too long...Iīm glad to see ya again, Sue Ellen.
- Me too , Bobby.
The former brother and sister-in-lawīs had a date at
one of her favorite restaurants, "Les Saisons".
- I hope it didnīt bother you when I insisted in your
coming alone...without Pamela, I mean.
- I suppose you have your reasons.
- Sure. Maybe you donīt know, but Christopher lied to
both of us, a few days ago, to meet us
in your house and talk about his natural parents...
- Did Christopher do that? Gee, I knew Pam was keeping
something away from me but I couldnīt imagine such a thing...There must be some
Ewing blood in your ancestors, and I mean it for my son...Thatīs almost up to
J.R.
- First of all, I called you to let you know that John
Ross, I and maybe James, will associate in a new Ewing Oil. No rivalry with
you, of course...personally, at least.
- There shouldnīt be any, īcause the Ewing Group is gonna quit the oil business, if it
depends on me.
- What Iīm really cared about is Pamīs reaction to see
me, almost panicked...
- I cannot understand... - Bob said, as he declined
the wine offered by the maître and
asked for two Perrier bottles. - Since she returned to Dallas, sheīs been
leading a happy quiet life. Weīve been to Houston to see Chris every time we
could, and heīs spent his holidays with us...Perhaps we made a mistake when
checked him in that special school..
- Donīt think so, Bob. Youīve been a great mama and a
great daddy, so much better than J.R. and me. These latter years, Iīve tried to
offer John Ross all that money can buy, plus a positive life philosophy. Iīll
never forgive myself for the breakdown he went through when J.R. died, but I
think heīs overcome it. Anyway, like me with alcohol, heīs always be an
addict...
- But letīs not speak of sad things...Tell me Sue
Ellen, what about your other business?
- Oh, if I could tell ye...I never know what time it
is nor who Iīm speaking to, on the mobile
...
Curiously, at that very moment, Bobīs cellular phone
rang. He apologized and, as he saw Pamīs name on display, accepted the call.
After saying "I love you", Bob hang off and looked at his friend:
- Iīm sorry Sue Ellen, but I gotta leave.
- Anything wrong, may help you somehow?
- You did...As I believe, our problems are about to be
worked out...
"I am ready" . That was all that Pam had
told him by phone. Half an hour later, she and Bob rang Chrisīs apartmentīs
bell...The young man opened the door, looking the most surprised...
- Hi son - Pam said as she smiled -Weīre here to
answer all your questions. Finally.
Christopher wide opened the door as he walked back to
let them come inside. As they did, Bob slightly pulled his wifeīs forearm, to
transmit confidence to her...
That night, at the only relatively luxurious hotel in
Springdale, James was meditative and silent, as Cally kept on brushing softly
her hair...
James remembered something that had happened ten years
before, at the Dallas prison where Michelle had spent some months. It was the
day prior to her transfer to the Womenīs State Penitentiary. James used his
ways to get the right to a last visit. Their relationship had degenerated into
mutual hatred. Before leaving, he had said to her:
"You are where you deserve to, and Iīve got what
I deserve too: my dadīs company. Iīm gonna get it even if I gotta kill Cliff
for it..."
Soon afterwards, Cliff was found with several bullets
in his body...but James had nothing to do with that. The young man came back to
reality when she called him out:
- James, whatīs wrong?
- Nothing. I guess I feel partly guilty of poor
Michelleīs suffering...Iīm sure it was hard to her to shoot that woman...
- You gotta leave that part of your life behind. You
got your son Jimmy and Ellie too. You like your job and it gives ya what we
need and even more...Donīt make the same mistake that your brother John Ross
did. Donīt load a burden than you donīt have to...
- What have I done to deserve such a marvellous woman
like you are? - he said, getting his body closer to hers.
James hold Cally lovingly and then switched light off.
They made love but he couldnīt stop thinking that, maybe, somewhere, Michelle
might be alive...and plotting a revenge...That night, his last thought was for
her:
"Rest in peace, Michelle...Wherever you
are..."
END OF EPISODE 3