Dallas1978

[Back at Southfork Ranch in the evening. The car just drove to the entrance. Miss Ellie is standing there looking at the fireplace for awhile, and get a cup of tea to drink, and sat down in the chair. But J.R. is back home]

Miss Ellie Ewing Farlow:
J.R.?

J.R. Ewing:
Mama. Are you all right?

Miss Ellie Ewing Farlow:
We found Sue Ellen.

J.R. Ewing:
Oh, well. Lucky us. Is she upstairs? Has she made a fool of herself?

Miss Ellie Ewing Farlow:
Listen to me.

[J.R. turn back to his mother]

Miss Ellie Ewing Farlow:
She's in the detox ward at the county hospital. The police found her passed out in the alleyway and threw her in the drunk tank. When I couldn't reach you, Clayton and I went there to get her. By the time we got there, she'd gone into convulsions. The D.T.'s, they call it. She was taken to the detox ward. She's there now, barely alive.

[J.R. sighs]

J.R. Ewing:
We are we gonna do?

Miss Ellie Ewing Farlow:
You, J.R., what are you going do?

J.R. Ewing:
I don't know.

Miss Ellie Ewing Farlow:
Well, I do. You're going to face this problem once and for all. I won't let you run away from it or pass it on to me or Clayton or Dusty or the police. Sue Ellen is your wife. And as long as she is, she's your responsibility. I don't care what shape your marriage is in. She's a woman that we have loved and a woman that has loved us. She's the mother of your son who still needs her. She's a member of this family, J.R. She is a Ewing. And your personal feelings don't change any of that or at anyway excuse you from helping her.

J.R. Ewing:
She won't listen to me, mama. She doesn't want my help.

Miss Ellie Ewing Farlow:
She doesn't want anybody's help. She's sick.

[J.R. regretted]

Miss Ellie Ewing Farlow:
And she'll kill herself if you let her. Which is exactly why you have to make the decision for her.

J.R. Ewing:
What decision?

Miss Ellie Ewing Farlow:
You've ask me for my support before. Now you've got it. You have to commit Sue Ellen to a sanitarium where we can at least begin to help her.

J.R. Ewing:
She'd never agree to that.

Miss Ellie Ewing Farlow:
She has no choice. And neither do you. I'll back you up, J.R., but you've got to lead the way. Tomorrow.

[J.R. will forget tomorrow and he'll remembered. J.R. will take break and sit in a chair next to the fireplace]

J.R. Ewing:
Tomorrow.