EPISODE 21
"When a Child is Born"
Ewing Oil
JR sat behind his desk pouring over several documents. Smiling wickedly, he said to aloud to himself, “Damn JR, you are a genius,” and began laughing. His laughter was interrupted by a commotion in the outer office. Before he could rise to see what the problem was, his door suddenly flung open.
“JR,” Becky hissed. “Would you call off your attack dogs here,” she continued, motioning at the secretaries?
JR stood, “It's okay. I'll handle this. Close the door behind you,” he replied nonchalantly. “So, since you don't have the manners to make an appointment, to what do I owe the pleasure of this outburst?”
“You know goddamn well why I'm here.”
JR turned his back and smiled his most evil grin as he looked out the window. “Oh you must mean your ultimatum concerning my grandchild.”
“Quit playing games with me JR. I want your decision so I can get out of here and away from you as soon as possible.”
JR regained his composure, put on his usual stone-faced exterior, and turned back to face Becky. He gathered the papers on his desk and placed them in his briefcase, closing it. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded document with a blue backing. Becky looked quizzically at it, realizing it was a legal document. He pressed the buzzer on the intercom, “Lisa come in here for a minute and bring your notary.”
“JR, what's going on,” Becky asked trying to hide her fear and uneasiness?
“Well Becky, it's like this. My grandchild means everything to me and to Sue Ellen, and I've decided that it's time for me to hang my hat up as far as the oil business is concerned and give my family the attention it deserves. Having said that, this is an agreement that terminates all your parental rights in exchange for Ewing Oil, with a couple of small conditions.”
“What conditions?”
“One, that your name always remains Ewing. If your name changes, due to another marriage or far any reason at all, the company and all holdings at that time revert to me and/or my heirs in perpetuity. Second, in the event of your untimely death,” JR seethed, “my grandchild inherits the company. If at the time, he or she is not of age, then as its guardian, I retain control. Third, you cannot sell it to anyone but me. These are the conditions, take it or leave it.”
Becky sat in stunned silence. Absentmindedly, she rubbed her stomach. Never in a million years would she have believed that JR Ewing would give up Ewing Oil. Maybe there was some good inside him after all. Maybe he really did care about his family. No, there couldn't be. “What am I gonna do,” she thought. “What can I do? Either way, he wins. I either live at Southfork or I give him my child and know that he has to live with a Barnes owning all of Ewing Oil. What would Dad want? That's a dumb question Becky. He'd want Ewing Oil.”
“What's the matter Becky? This is exactly what you wanted.”
“And if I sign these papers, you'll leave me and my father the hell alone.”
“You have my word as a gentleman,” he said pushing the papers toward her and holding out his pen.
Shakily, Becky took the pen from his hand, and took hold of the papers. Momentarily, she hesitated, but before she could change her mind, she quickly signed the papers. JR signed them, and Lisa notarized as JR poured himself a drink to celebrate, smiling triumphantly.
“Shouldn't you be getting out of MY office,” Becky hissed at him.
JR laughed heartily at her, “Lisa, put one of those in the safe, and go right now to the courthouse and file the other one. Oh and tell everyone else that they can have the rest of the day off.”
“Yes sir,” Lisa smiled and left the office.
“I said get out JR.”
JR continued to laugh. “Becky, maybe you'd better sit down. This is going to be quite a shock for you.”
Becky moved towards him, stopping inches from his face. “What the hell are you talking about,” she whispered angrily.
“The next time you decide to challenge somebody, honey, I'd suggest you know who you're dealing with. You see, you own Ewing Oil, lock, stock and barrel. Your problem is that Ewing Oil doesn't own one thing.”
“What,” Becky asked in disbelief?
JR smiled, and returned her evil stare, “You didn't actually think I'd give up the company that my Daddy and I worked so hard to build did you? What kind of an idiot do you think I am, honey? I saw you coming a mile away, and you fell for it hook, line and sinker. Now as per our agreement, I'll be taking you to Southfork until my grandchild is born,” he said taking her arm tightly and pushing her toward the door.
Becky jerked her arm out of his grip and yelled, “You Bastard. I'll get you for this if it's the last thing I do. As she started to run out of his office, a sharp contraction hit and her water broke, causing her to collapse to the floor with pain, screaming.
JR just stood there, not knowing what to do. “Oowwwww,” Becky screamed, “God help me.”
Charlie's Club
“So I think that last guy had potential, what do you think?” Charlie enquired
“Yeah, well his vibe was very European if that's what you are looking for.”
Dean and Charlie had been interviewing dj's for club for a good part of the morning.
“I want something eclectic, but I love the electro pop sound and I think it would make a great weekend night.”
“You have to remember that line dancing is still big in these parts, you don't want to alienate the natives” Dean laughed.
“Well just think of us as pioneers, away with Shania and Garth and hello to The Orb and Siohban Fahey.”
“You have a passion for this that lights up in you when you speak. You have real fervour, it's kinds sexy.”
Charlie looked at Dean, she couldn't say that she hadn't noticed the physical chemistry that she felt between them but this was the first time that either of them had said anything out loud.
“You are right I am passionate about music and I am determined to make this place the place to be. Now it's your job to spread the ‘fervour' that you say I have and spread around then rest of the club. You need to spread the magic around.”
Dean was staring at Charlie intently and despite what her mind was telling her, her body was responding to his amorous intent, or what it just her own desires. She found him undeniably attractive and maybe she was just looking for something that wasn't there. After all he was just married and he and Lucy seemed happy from what she had seen.
Dean stood up and placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder and moving in close to her whispered into her ear.
“I will spread whatever you want me to, I can make it the hottest place it has ever been.”
Charlie stood up and her legs feeling slightly of kilter held onto the bar momentarily to steady herself.
“Right well I am going to go uptown to speak to the wholesaler. Can you wait here for the deliveries?”
“Sure thing boss” Dean replied.
Charlie walked out and towards her convertible, as she got in and sped away she was unaware of someone watching her form a parked car. As the convertible sped out of the car park Margaret got out of her car and walked towards the club's entrance. It had been weeks since she last saw Dean and after many ignored calls to his cell phone she was furious.
Ewing Oil
JR came to his senses and fumbling with the receiver of the phone, finally managed to dial 911 and get an ambulance dispatched. Hanging up the phone he ran over to Becky and knelt down. Compassionately, JR took her hand and said, “Hold on. The paramedics are on their way.”
“I don't…..think……this…..baby's gonna…..wait for the….paramedics.”
“Well it better. Cause I sure as hell don't know what to do.”
“Well….help me to the sofa, you big idiot,” she yelled.
JR obeyed by picking her up and laying her on the sofa.
“Have you got….a blanket….or something to put……over me,” Becky said trying to breathe as she'd learned from Lamaze class. “Owwwww, holy shit,” she screamed.
JR looked around the room, then he remembered there was a throw on the sofa in the other office. He ran and retrieved it, returning quickly and covering Becky.
Becky took a deep breath as the contractions subsided momentarily and rolling her eyes said, “You're gonna have to help me out of my clothes.”
JR looked at her in horror, “You have got to be kidding me. Can't you just cross your legs or something?”
“JR,” Becky screamed, “We don't have time for this. Just do it.”
Unwillingly, JR knelt down and removed Becky pants and underwear, thinking the whole time, “Oh my Lord, why me? Couldn't you have waited?”
Becky scooted up toward the arm of the sofa, and pulled her knees up, spreading her legs, “Okay now JR, check and see if the baby's head is out.”
“Oh my God, where are those damned paramedics? Can't they get here any faster?”
“JR just do it,” Becky screamed as another contraction hit.
Once again, JR reluctantly agreed, trying to stifle his dry heaves. He knelt down and lifted the blanket. He could just see the baby's head crowning. “Okay, I can see the head.”
“Well don't….. just sit there,…. do something.”
“What the hell do want me to do,” he asked, still trying not to be sick.
“Pull out….the fucking….baby, for heaven's sake,” she screamed while pushing.
JR threw off his jacket, and took his shirt off, leaving him in his t-shirt. Using his shirt, he reached down and grabbed the baby and pulled it out of Becky,” gagging and coughing at the blood. Immediately, the baby started screaming it's head off as JR cradled it gently to him, wrapping it in his shirt. JR looked at his grandson, and smiled as tears formed in his eyes. “Welcome to the world, John Ross Ewing the fourth.” A couple of seconds later, the paramedics arrived and cut the umbilical cord and transported the three of them to Dallas Memorial.
Charlie's Club
Margaret entered the club and immediately saw Dean helping himself to a whisky from behind the bar.
“So you are alive then?” Margaret spat.
Dean looked and gave a half smile and then replied.
“I am sorry we are closed and I'm afraid even if we weren't we don't allow entry to school girls.”
“I'd heard that was your speciality, entering school girls,” Margaret snapped back.
“Look little girl you had your fun but now its time to let the adults get on with their business and for you to go back to high school. Close the door on the way out.”
“Don't be so quick to dismiss me you bastard, unless you want me to go and pay a visit to my cousin.”
“And say what? That you have been screwing her husband. She would never believe you and even if she did, you don't think that I could win her back? I mean you have seen the merchandise, you think she would be so quick to throw that all away, especially as she isn't exactly in her prime. Hell I could have her begging me to stay in no time, where as were would you be? What you think your folks would say when they found out what you'd been up to. Can you imagine the look on your daddy's face? Oh no that's right he shot through didn't he. Well sugar I am afraid I am not open for the role of surrogate dad although I heard thee is a disgraced senator in Washington who would only be too happy to oblige.”
“You filthy scumbag,” Margaret yelled as she raised her hand and to tried to grab him from across the bar.
Dean was too strong for her and before she knew it he had dragged her onto the bar and pulled himself up and on top of her. As he pinned her down on to the bar he began to kiss her and she struggled frantically. Despite her self Margaret began to respond to deans touch.
“This is what you came for isn't it little girl” he growled as he began to peel down her panties. Margaret made once last attempt to object before she succumbed to him fully. When they were finished Dean rolled of the bar and left Margaret lade there he pulled up his pants and began to ring up the suppliers whose delivery he was waiting. Margaret pulled her pants and skirt back on and climbed from the bar she stood looking at Dean for several moments and he eventually looked up form the invoices he was searching through. He looked at her and with his hand he beckoned her towards the door with his hand and turned his back and continued talking into the phone. Margaret turned away and walked slowly towards the door as she walked towards her car she wasn't even aware of the tears that fell down her face.
