EPISODE 186 - Justin's Trial, Part 1

 John Ross and Krystina walks into the dining room at Southfork where Bobby, Christopher, Courtney, Jacob, Lucas, Heather, Michael, and Lucy are already seated and having breakfast.  "Morning,"  Krystina says.

 

"Good morning,"  says Bobby.  

 

Alex comes down the stairs and walks into the room.  "Morning, everybody," he says.  

 

"Good morning yourself,"  Krystina says to her stepson.

 

Alex walks over to the table and pours himself a glass of orange juice.  

 

"Aren't you having breakfast?"  Lucas asks.

 

"Nope, no time.  I have to get to the library at SMU.  I have my first test this morning in history, and I have to get to the library to study with Ashley."

 

"You and Ashley in the same history class?"  John Ross asks.

 

"Yeah, we are, so. I gotta go."

 

"Good luck on your test,"  Krystina says.

 

"Thanks, I'm gonna need.  I suck at history.  I'll drop by the courthouse after class, and see how Justin's trial is going,"  Alex says as he leaves the room.  

 

"I can't even imagine how Justin's feeling this morning," Lucy says.  "He must be scared to death, going on trial for murder."

 

"I'm sure he is,"  Bobby says.  "That's why I think it's important that we all be there to support him during this trial."

 

"We will be, Bobby,"  Heather says.

 

"What are they gonna do to Justin?"  Michael asks.

 

"Hopefully, nothing,"  Bobby replies.  "Justin is innocent, and hopefully the jury will find him innocent."

 

"If only the police would try harder to find McKay's real killer,"  John Ross says.  "That's why I've got Bum investigatin' the case on his own."

 

"Yeah, but so far he hasn't come up with anything, has he?"  Christopher asks.

 

"Nope, nothin' so far.  Well, I gotta go,"  John Ross says, standing.

 

"Where are you going so early?"  Krystina asks.  

 

"I got a few things at the office I need to check on, then I'll meet you at at the courthouse at 9."  John Ross kisses Krystina, then leaves.

 

"Excuse me, everyone, I'll be right back,"  Christopher says, getting up from the table and following his cousin out of the dining room.  A moment later, Christopher catches up to John Ross as he is about to get into his car.  "Hey, John Ross, hold up a second," he calls as he approaches him.

 

"Christopher, what's up?"

 

"We need to talk."

 

"Can't this wait.  I have a few things at the office......"

 

"No, now,"  Christopher says.

 

"Alright, what the hell is so important it can't wait?"  John Ross asks.

 

"A few days ago, when I saw you having lunch with Adam Carrington.........what was that about?"

 

"You really think that's any of your business, Christopher?  Why I was havin' lunch with my wife's brother?"

 

"Just tell me........was Adam Carrington in Dallas to talk to you about those offshore leases in California that ColbyCo wants Ewing Oil to partner with them on?"

 

"Don't you worry none, Christopher,"  John Ross says.  "You won't have any problems from me.  Because what you don't know, itn't gonna hurt you."  After a very brief pause, John Ross gets into his car and drives away.

 The George Allen Criminal Courts Building in Dallas is packed later that morning, with reporters and spectators as the trial of Justin Randall Ewing for the murder of Tripp McKay is about to begin.  As Justin and Pamela step off the elevator with Jay, they are immediately bombarded by a horde of reporters hurling questions at them:  "Mr. Ewing, do you have anything to say as your trial begins?"  One reporter asks.  "Mr. Ewing, do you think you'll be convicted?"  Asks another.  "Mrs. McKay, do you believe that your boyfriend, Justin Ewing, murdered your husband?"  Still another reporter asked Pamela.  

 

"Mr. Ewing and Mrs. McKay have no comment,"  Jay tells them as he, Justin, and Pamela make their way through the crowds and head into the courtroom.  

 

"Hey, there's Bobby Ewing!"  One reporter shouts, and the horde then descends on Bobby, Sue Ellen, Cally, and Krystina as they get off the elevator.  

 

"Mr. Ewing, do you believe your nephew is guilty of the murder of Tripp McKay?"  A reporter asks Bobby.

 

"Mr. Ewing, is your wife here?  You and she are in the process of divorcing, aren't you?"

 

"Mr. Ewing, do you have any comment about the start of your nephew's trial?"

 

"Are you Cally Harper, Justin Ewing's mother?"  A reporter asks Cally, who is near tears.

 

Bobby and the women ignore the questions and push their way through the crowd until they reach the relative safety of the courtroom and go inside.  

 

"I can't believe this,"  Sue Ellen says.  "It's a madhouse out there."

 

"I know,"  says Bobby.  

 

"At least, thank goodness, that kind of crap isn't allowed inside the courtroom,"  Krystina says.

 

"Cally, are you alright?"  Bobby asks.

 

"Not really. Bobby.  I'm nervous as I can be.  I'm gonna go and see how Justin's doin'."

 

"Alright, I'll come with you."

 

As Bobby and Cally walk toward the front of the courtroom where Justin and Jay are seated, John Ross walks into the courtroom.  Krystina walks over to him.

 

"Good Lord, can you believe that mob of reporters out there?"  John Ross asks.

 

"I know, it's pretty awful.  So did you do whatever you needed to do at the office?"

 

"Yeah, I did,"  John Ross replies as Sue Ellen approaches them.

 

"John Ross,"  Sue Ellen says, kissing her son on the cheek.

 

Meanwhile, Bobby and Cally walk over to Justin, who is already seated at the defense table with Jay.  "Justin,"  Cally says.  The young man turns to face his mother.  "It's gonna be alright.  You're innocent and you're gonna beat this." Cally says.

 

Justin looks at his mother and manages a slight smile.  "I know, Mama.  I know."

 

"Justin, we're all rootin' for ya, the whole family,"  says Bobby.

 

"I appreciate that, Uncle Bobby."

 

"Cally, we'd better take our seats."

 

Cally kisses her son, then she and Bobby walk over and take their seats beside Pamela two rows behind the defense table.  Sue Ellen, John Ross, Krystina, and Lucy all take seats on the same row.  Within a couple of minutes, the courtroom begins to fill up with spectators, including Cliff and Afton, who come in and take seats near the back of the courtroom.  Shawn and Sharon also come in, and take seats on the opposite side of the courtroom, Sharon giving Justin an angry look as she sits down. 

 

A moment later, a male bailiff steps to the front of the courtroom.  "All rise," the man says in a loud, booming voice.  "Court is now in session.  The Honorable Judge Laura Johnson presiding."

 

Judge Johnson, a blonde woman of about 50, enters the courtroom and takes her seat on the bench.  "Please be

seated,"  she says.   "This is case number 04-0839, the People of the State Of Texas vs. Justin Randall Ewing of Braddock, Texas.  All parties are present, all jurors present and accounted for.  Mr. Smithfield, you are acting as counsel for the defense?"

 

"Yes, Your Honor,"  Jay says, standing.

 

"And Miss Copeland, you are representing the State,"  Judge Johnson says.

 

"Yes, Your Honor,"  replies Gail Copeland, standing from her seat.  

 

"Miss Copeland, if you are ready, you may proceed with your opening statement."

 

"Thank you, Your Honor,"  Gail says.  Leaving the counsel table, she walks over to the jury box and faces the 12 men and women of the jury.  "May it please the court, counsel, members of the jury, this is a case of murder.  We are here today because on the night of June 9, 2018, Thomas McKay, Jr., known as Tripp, was brutally bludgeoned to death in the parking garage of his apartment building.  It is the burden of the prosecution to prove to you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, beyond a reasonable doubt that on the night of June 9, Justin Randall Ewing, the defendant in this case, who had previously threatened Mr. McKay in front of witnesses, confronted Mr. McKay in the parking garage of Museum Tower in Dallas, and violently attacked him with a lug wrench, killing Mr. McKay.   The Prosecution is confident that the weight of the evidence we intend to present to you during the course of this trial will clearly establish the defendant’s guilt.  We intend to call witnesses in this trial who will testify that, shortly before Tripp McKay was murdered, he and the defendant, Justin Ewing, had a very heated argument at The Cattlemen's Club restaurant in Dallas, an argument that was witnessed by a number of people, including members of the defendant's own family.  These witnesses will testify that during this argument, Justin Ewing violently hit 

Tripp McKay, and threatened to kill him.  A mere hours later, Tripp McKay lay dead, in a pool of his own blood, his skull crushed by several violent blows."

 

As Gail Copeland delivers her opening statement, Justin listens to her, a blank expression on his face, his heart beating fast as he worries about how this trial will end.

 

 

 

 

Southern Methodist University campus....

 Alex and Ashley are coming out of Dallas Hall on the campus of Southern Methodist University late that morning.  "So how do you think you did on that test?"  Ashley asks.

 

Alex sighs.  "Well, hopefully I at least passed, thanks to you."

 

"Me?  I didn't do anything."

 

"Sure you did,"  Alex says.  "You helped me study, and I really appreciate it.  If I did pass, I couldn't have done it without you."

 

Ashley smiles.  "Well, thank you."

 

Bridget comes out of the building and hurries to catch up to them.  "Hey, guys, wait up,"  she says.

 

Alex and Ashley stop walking and turn to her.  "Hey, there,"  Alex says, kissing his girlfriend.  

 

"How was your test in Dr. Martin's class?"  Bridget asks.

 

"I think I did alright."

 

"You're just being modest,"  says Bridget.  "I'm sure you got an 'A'."

 Alex laughs.  "Hopefully, you're right," he says.  "But history was never my best subject."

 

"Mine either, which is why you did NOT want me to help you study,"  Bridget says.

 

"Oh, well, I had the best tutor in Ashley."

 

"Thanks,"  Ashley says with a smile.  "Hey, have either of you seen or talked to Shawn lately?  I haven't even seen him around campus since the semester started."

 

Alex and Bridget exchange looks between them.  

 

"Guys, what's going on?  Is Shawn okay?"

 

"To be honest, Ash, I haven't seen much of Shawn in a while,"  Alex says.  "He decided to put off college for a while."

 

"Really?  But why?"

 

"Your guess is as good as mine.  I dunno, he's been acting kinda weird lately."

 

"Hey, I have to get to English class,"  Bridget says.  "But, you guys wanna meet in an hour and grab an early lunch? We all have a free hour at 11, right?"

 

"Yeah, I'd like that.  And, since I don't have another class after that, I think I'm gonna head over to the courthouse this afternoon.  I wanna show be there and show Justin my support."

 

"Great, I'll come with you,"  Bridget says.

 

"Awesome,"  Alex says, kissing her.  "Ash, you wanna ride with us?"

 

"I'd love to, but I have to get to work after my noon class."

 

"How do you like working for your brother?"  Bridget asks.

 

"I love it.  I'll see you guys later.  I don't wanna be late for English class."

 

"Bye,"  Alex says as Ashley walks away from them.  

 

"Why didn't you tell her about Shawn and Michelle?"  Bridget asks Alex.

 

"I just didn't think it was the right time, that's all."

 

"She's gonna find out sooner or later."

 

"I know.  But, Ashley's had a pretty rough year, and I'd rather it be later that she finds out and not sooner.  I could kick Shawn's ass for the way he dumped Ashley and took up with your sister."

 

 

Dallas County Courthouse....

 "Miss Copeland, you may call your first witness,"  Judge Johnson says as Justin's trial continues.

 

"Thank you, Your Honor,"  Gail says, standing.  "The People call as our first witness, Nicholas Presley."

 

As all the spectators in the courtroom watch, Nicholas, the teenage boy who, along with his girlfriend, had discovered Tripp's body, gets up from his seat and makes his way to the front of the courtroom, where he is met by the bailiff.  "Place your left hand on the Bible and raise your right hand," the bailiff says.  The young man does as he is told.  "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"

 

"I do."

 

"Take the stand."

 

Nicholas takes his seat on the stand as Gail Copeland approaches him.  "Good morning," she says to the boy.  "Please state your full name for the record."

 

"Nicholas James Presley."

 

"And you are a student at Highland Park High School here in Dallas?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Nicholas, on the night of June 9, you and your girlfriend, Jessica, were the two people who discovered the body of Tripp McKay, isn't that correct?"

 

"Yes,"  the nervous teenager replies.

 

"Nicholas, would you please describe to the court the events of that night?"  Gail asks.

 

"Jessica, my girlfriend, and I had been out.  We went to a movie that night, and when we got back, we, umm.... we went into the parking garage."

"At Museum Tower?"  

 

"That's right."

 

"You and Jessica both live in the building, is that right?"

 

"Yes,"  Nicholas replies.

 

"Tell us what happened when you and Jessica were in the parking garage."

 

"I told Jessica that I knew a perfect place where we could be alone, and we were walking toward the elevator, and, then I saw it........the body."

 

"Tripp McKay's body,"  Gail says.

 

"Yes.  He was layin' on the ground, maybe 15 to 20 feet in front of us."

 

"And what did you and Jessica do upon discovering the body of Mr. McKay?"  

 

"I told Jessica to wait there, and I walked over and knelt beside him.  At first, I thought maybe he was just hurt or somethin'.  But, there was a lot of blood.  The guy's head, it was like, laying in a pool of blood. I called out to him, and then........I touched him to see if he was still alive.  But he was dead.  I knew he was dead even before I touched him because there was so much blood.  It looked like his head had been bashed in."

 

"That must have been very traumatic for both you and your girlfriend,"  Gail says.

 

"Oh, yeah,"  the boy says.  "It was awful.  I've never seen anything like that before, and I hope I never do again.  Jessica, she.........she was pretty messed up from seeing that.  I still have nightmares about seeing that guy laying there dead, and all the blood."

 

"Nicholas, did you or Jessica see or hear anyone else in the parking garage at any time?  Maybe when you first arrived, or, just before or after you discovered Mr. McKay's body?"

 

"No, we didn't.  The place was real quiet, and deserted."

An hour later....

Alex, Ashley, and Bridget walk into the courtroom one hour later, and take seats in the back as Gail Copeland is about to call another witness.  "The State calls Detective Steven Jones to the stand,"  Gail says.

 

Steven Jones stands to his feet and walks to the front of the courtroom where the bailiff meets him with the Bible.  Steven places his left hand on the Bible and raises his right.  "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"

 

"I do,"  Steven says, then takes his seat on the witness stand.  

 

Gail Copeland approaches him.  "Please state your full name and occupation for the court."

 

 

"Steven Jones, Jr., and I'm a detective with the Dallas Police Department."

 

"Detective Jones, you and your partner, Detective Craig Anderson, were the two detectives assigned to the McKay murder investigation, correct?"

 

"Yes, that's correct."

 

 

"Detective, when you and your partner arrived at the scene of the crime that night, please describe what you found."

 

"The victim was lying on his stomach, face down in the parking garage of Museum Tower,"  Steven replies.  "He was dead, apparently from multiple blows to the head."

 

Tripp's mother, gets up from her seat and immediately hurries out of the courtroom.  Concerned for her sister-in-law, Ann gets up and follows her out.  "Sharon,"  Ann says, catching up to her as she reaches the elevator down the hall from the courtroom.  "Are you alright?"

 

"Of course I'm not alright.  I just can't stay in there and listen to that any longer,"  Sharon says.  "I can't listen to them talk about how my son died."  The elevator doors open and Sharon gets on.

 

"Sharon, call me if you need someone to talk to,"  Ann says.

 

"Thank you, I will,"  Sharon says as the elevator doors close.  

 

Ann pauses for a moment, standing alone in front of the elevator.  After a few seconds, she turns and starts to go back into the courtroom as Bobby comes out.  Coming face to face, the estranged couple look at each other.  "Hello, Bobby,"  Ann says.

 

"Hello.  Is everything alright?  I saw Sharon leave."

 

"She's very upset.  Said she couldn't listen to that testimony about Tripp's death any longer, and I can't blame her.  No parent should ever have to go through what Sharon is goin' through right now."

 

"I agree,"  Bobby says.  "As much as I hated Tripp McKay for all the pain he caused so many people I love, I'd never wish what happened to him on anyone."

 

"Neither would I.  God, this has been one heck of a year, hadn't it?  I never would've imagined that our marriage would end this way.  And if it hadn't been for Tripp McKay......"

 

"Ann, just stop right there," says Bobby.  "Our marriage ending was not because of Tripp McKay.  It was because of your lies and dishonesty."

 

"I know,"  Ann says, fighting back tears.  "Bobby, I don't know how many times I have to say I'm sorry.  If I had it to do all over again, I would do things differently.  But all I was tryin' to do was to protect my daughter."

 

"Protect her from WHAT?"  Bobby asks.  "From Lucas learning the truth that he had another son?"

 

"Bobby, whether you wanna believe it or not, your son is dangerous.  Look at what he did to Emma.  And the fire."

 

"I don't believe for one SECOND that my son had anything to do with that fire, and he sure as hell never laid a hand on Emma.  Y'know, Ann you are completely blinded when it comes to your daughter.  But Emma has lied and deceived and caused nothing but drama and chaos ever since she came into our lives five years ago, and she's still doing it.  Look at all the lies Emma has told.  Looking at her history, can you honestly tell me that you don't have at least some doubt that she's telling you the truth about Lucas now?  Open your eyes, Annie, and see your daughter for who and what she really is...........or I'm afraid she's gonna bring you right down with her."

 

At that moment, Jenna comes down the hall.  Seeing Bobby and Ann talking in front of the courtroom, Jenna pauses and watches them for a few seconds.  Her jealousy aroused, she walks up to them.  "Bobby,"  she says.  "Is everything alright?"

 

"Yes, everything is fine."

 

"I came to see how the trial is going."

 

"I was just about to go back in,"  Bobby says.

 

"I'll join you,"  says Jenna.

 

 

Bobby looks at his wife.  "Ann, think about what I said.  Start seeing Emma for who she really is before she does anymore damage to your life."  Bobby turns and goes back into the courtroom.  Jenna looks at Ann and smiles deviously, then follows Bobby into the courtroom.  

 

Left alone in the hallway, Ann begins to cry as she finds herself once again torn between her love for her daughter, and the man she loves with all her heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Southfork....that night....

"About what a mess everything is right now,"  Bobby replies.  "James is dead and Justin's on trial for Tripp McKay's murder.  Lucas facing trial for arson and assaulting Emma.  My marriage to Ann coming to an end.  This whole family seems to be coming apart."

 

"I know that things seem pretty bleak right now.  But Bobby, you can't lose faith.  Especially not YOU.  You're the one who's always held the rest of the family together in times of crisis and tragedy."

 

"I'm not sure I have the strength or the will to do that anymore, Sue Ellen."

 

"Bobby, you are the strongest man that I know.  You get that strength from those Ewing and Southworth genes you carry.  I see so much of Jock and Miss Ellie in you.  Of all their sons, you're the one who inherited the best traits of both."

 

"Well, thank you for saying that."

 

"It's true.  You have weathered so many storms in your life, Bobby.  You got through it when Pam left, and then April died.  You'll get through this storm, too.  And I'm still very hopeful that you and Ann will work things out and find your way back to one another."

 

"I really appreciate  your optimism, Sue Ellen, but, I don't think that's ever gonna happen.  Especially not as long as Ann continues to defend Emma no matter what she does."

 

"Bobby, I think I know where Ann is coming from,"  Sue Ellen says.  "As a mother, I can certainly relate to Ann's unrelenting support of Emma.  I know it's hard for you to understand, first of all because you're not a mother, and second, because, well, you have two sons who have given you very little grief.  But having dealt with John Ross's mistakes and so many things that he's done that were........well, less than moral, for lack of a better way to put it.......I can understand how Ann feels.  But even her situation is much different from mine.  Emma was taken away from Ann when she was a small child.  Ann didn't see her again until Emma was an adult, and she struggled very hard to build a relationship with her.  And now she's trying very hard to hold onto that relationship."

 

"Sue Ellen, I can understand that, too.  But there has to come a time when Ann opens her eyes and sees what Emma is capable of.  And until that happens..........there's no way that she and I can ever find our way back to each, especially not now with what Emma's lies are doing to Lucas."

 

"But you do still love Ann?"  Sue Ellen asks.

 

"Of course, I still love her.  But sometimes, Sue Ellen, love just isn't enough."  Without saying another word, Bobby walks past Sue Ellen and goes back into the  house.  

 

Sue Ellen sighs deeply as she shakes her head, hoping against hope that these two people she loves dearly would put their differences aside and reconcile.

Texas Health Presbyterian Hospital....the next morning....

  Mitch is standing at the nurse's station writing something in a patient's chart on the fourth floor at Texas Health Presbyterian Hospital the next morning when Lucy gets off the elevator.  She walks up to him.  "Hey, there."

 

"Oh, good morning, Lucy,"  Mitch says, then turns his attention to the nurse at the desk.  "Oh, Nurse Beck, make sure to look in on Mr. Phillips at least every half hour or so."

 

"I will, Dr. Cooper."

 

"Thank you.  Now I need to check on Mr. Donovan in 411 before I leave."

 

"Before you leave?"  Lucy asks.  "Where are you going?  And why are you doing your rounds so early?"

 

Mitch looks at her.  "Daniel has been called to testify in your cousin Justin's trial this morning, and I wanna be there in court to show my son moral support."

 

"Daniel has been called to testify?  Why?"  Lucy asks.

 

"Because Daniel was working at The Cattlemen's Club the day Justin and Tripp McKay got into that fight before Tripp was murdered, and Daniel witnessed it, so he's been called to testify for the prosecution."

 

"I see.  Well, I wish him luck.  I can imagine he's really nervous."

 

"He is.  But, I told him to get up on the stand and just tell the truth of what he saw and heard, and he'd have nothing to worry about.  Well, listen, Lucy, I hate to rush off, but I have a couple more patients to check on, and then I need to get to the courthouse.  I'm not sure when Daniel will be called to testify, so I wanna be there early."

 

"Alright, well, I'll probably see you at the courthouse later,"  says Lucy.  "I'm heading there myself as soon as I see the kids."

 

"Okay.  See you later, Lucy,"  Mitch says, and walks away.

The Krebbs Ranch.... 

 Dylan walks into the barn at the Krebbs Ranch that morning, where Ben is working, stacking some bales of hay.  The two young men exchange looks, but don't speak.  It's an unseasonably warm fall morning, and Dylan takes off his shirt, then begins stacking some hay bales on the other side of the barn.  For more than a minute, he and Ben continue to work in silence.  Dylan looks over at the young hand several times, but Ben simply ignores him and continues to work.  "Yknow, Ben, this is ridiculous,"  Dylan finally says.  

 

"And what's that?"  Ben asks.

 "The two of us.  Whatever problem it is you have with me, I'd like to get it out in the open,"  Dylan says.  "So tell me, Ben.  What the hell is your problem with me?  I know I've never done anything to you, and yet you've always acted like you hated me.  I'd like to know why."

 

"I just don't like you, that's all,"  Ben says.

 

"But why?"

 

"What difference does it make?"

 

"It makes a lot of difference to me.  If somebody has a problem with me I like to know what it is."

 

"I just don't like your kind," Ben says.

 

"My KIND?  What exactly is my kind, Ben?  You think I've had an easy life because my family had money?  Well, you're wrong.  My life has been anything but easy. My life was pure hell at times.  Look, I'm sorry that you haven't had an easy time of it yourself, but that's not my fault.  You and I have to work here together on this ranch.  I'm not saying that we should be friends, but why the hell do we have to be enemies, especially since the only thing you've got against me is the fact that I came from a family who had a lot of money, and you didn't.  Believe me, I'd rather have grown up in a one room shack if I'd just had a family.......if I'd just had parents who gave a damn about me.  I never even knew my real father.  And my mother.......if you could even call her that.......she treated me more like an inconvenience than a son.   I never knew what it felt like to be loved by anyone until I met my brother Conner and I came to live with Ray and Donna.  So you're not the only one who's had a hard time of it."  Dylan pauses for a moment, and walks over to him.  "Conner told me that your mom died a few years ago."

 

"Yeah, so?"

 

"So........I'm sorry.   Were you close to her?"

 

Ben lowers his head and nods.  

 

"I can't even imagine how hard that must have been for you,"  Dylan says.  

 

"You don't know a damn thing about it,"  says Ben.

 

"No, you're right, I don't.  But, I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry about your mom.  And, if you ever need somebody to talk to......."

 

"Yeah, well, thanks, but no thanks.  I don't need your sympathy.  Or anything from you."

 

Dylan looks at the boy for a moment and nods.  "Okay, fine.  Y'know what?  I tried to at least be civil to you.  But you wanna keep hating me for no reason at all, then go for it.  I really don't care."  Dylan reaches down and picks up his

 shirt, looks at Ben, and then turns and walks out of the barn.  After Dylan leaves, Ben sits down on one of the bales of hay as he thinks about Dylan's words.  His eyes begin to fill with tears, his thoughts turning to his mother and his shattered family.  

 

 

 

 

Dallas Courthouse....

 "The State calls Daniel Cooper to the stand,"  Gail Copeland says as Justin's trial continues.  Nervously, Mitch's son Daniel stands to his feet.  The young man looks at his father, who is seated beside him.  Mitch smiles at his son, and Daniel makes his way to the front of the courtroom, where the bailiff meets him, holding the Bible.  Daniel places his left hand on the Bible and raises his right hand.

 

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"  The bailiff asks.

 

"I do,"  Daniel replies, then takes his seat on the stand.  

 

Gail Copeland walks up to her young witness.  "Please state your full name and occupation for the record."

 

"Daniel William Cooper, and I'm a student at Southern Methodist University."

 

"Thank you,"  says Gail.  "Daniel, on the afternoon of June 9 of this year, were you not employed as a waiter at The Cattlemen's Club here in Dallas?"

 

"Yes, ma'am."

 

"And on the afternoon of June, you served Bobby Ewing and his son Lucas Ewing, is that right?"

 

"Yes, I did,"  the nervous young man replies.  

 

"Daniel, please tell the court what happened that afternoon."

 

"Well, umm, I had taken Mr. Ewing's and Lucas's orders, and I left.  A few minutes later, I came back, and........"  Daniel pauses.

 

"That's alright, Daniel,"  Gail says.  "Take your time, you're doing fine.  You said you returned a few minutes later.  Was there anyone else at the Ewings' table when you returned?"

 

"Yes.  Justin was there, and my cousin, Pamela."

 

"You're referring to the defendant, Justin Ewing, and Pamela Barnes McKay?"  Gail asks.

 

"Yes."

 

"Go on, Daniel.  Who else was there?"

 

"Pamela's ex-husband, Tripp McKay, and some girl who was with him."

 

"Did it seem as though an argument was taking place between the defendant and Tripp McKay?"

 

"Objection, Your Honor,"  Jay says.  "Counsel is leading the witness."

 

"Objection overruled,"  says Judge Johnson.  "But I warn you, Miss Copeland, be very careful with this line of questioning."

 

"My apologies, Your Honor,"  Gail says.  "Daniel, what was happening when you returned from the kitchen to the Ewing table?"

 

"Mr. Ewing, and Lucas, and Justin were all arguing with Tripp,"  replies Daniel.

 

"Arguing?  Could you hear what was being said?"

 

"Yeah.  Everybody in the restaurant could hear what they were saying."

 

"So, they were talking in loud voices?"

 

"Yes."

 

"And what were they saying?  In particular, can you remember what was being said between the defendant, Justin Ewing, and Tripp McKay?"

 

"Yes.  I remember hearing Tripp tell Justin that he and Pamela deserved each other, but at least his son would be out from under their influence soon."

 

"His son, meaning Tripp McKay's young son, Hunter?"  Gail asks.

 

"Yes."

 

"And what happened next?  Did Justin or Pamela McKay react to what Tripp McKay had said to them?"

 

"Justin said that he would make sure that McKay would never take Hunter away from Pamela."

 

"And what do you think he meant by that?"

 

"Objection,"  Jay says, standing from his seat.  "Counsel is calling for a conclusion on the part of the witness."

 

 

"Objection sustained,"  says the Judge.  "Miss Copeland, I've already warned you."

 

"I apologize, Your Honor,"  Gail says with a smile.  "Daniel, please continue.  What happened after Justin Ewing told Tripp McKay that he would never take his child away from Pamela?"

 

"Tripp asked him something like, 'are you threatening me'?"

 

"And what was Mr. Ewing's answer?"

 

"Justin said it wasn't a threat, but a promise."

 

"And what happened next?"  Gail asks.

 

"I can't remember exactly what was said, but, they continued to argue, and Mr. Ewing got involved."

 

"And by Mr. Ewing, you mean Bobby Ewing?"  

 

"Yes."

 

"And do you recall what Bobby Ewing said to Mr. McKay?"

 

"He told him to leave,"  Daniel continues.  "The girl with Tripp also tried to get him to leave, but he wouldn't."

 

"And what happened next?"  Gail asks.

 

"Tripp just kept egging the Ewings on.  And then he said something about my cousin, Pamela."

 

"And what did he say?"

 

"He said that it would be Lucas's turn with Pamela next, after Justin was finished with her,"  Daniel replies.

 

"How did Justin Ewing respond to that?"

 

Daniel nervously looks at Justin, then at Gail.  "He called Tripp a bastard, and.......and then he hit him.  Punched him. Hard enough to knock Tripp off his feet."

 

"Did the defendant say anything after hitting Mr. McKay?"

 

Daniel pauses as he looks over at Justin.  He remains silent for several seconds.  

 

"Daniel?"  Gail says.  "Did Justin Ewing say anything to Mr. McKay after he hit him?"

 

"He, ummm........he said that if.......'if you ever say anything like that about Pamela again........"  Daniel again pauses.  

 

"Yes, Daniel?  What did Justin Ewing say?"

 

The nervous young man fights back tears.  "He said, 'if you ever say anything like that about Pamela again........I swear to God I'll.......kill you,"  Daniel replies, as audible gasps can be heard throughout the courtroom. 

 

"Thank you, Daniel.  No further questions."

 

"Mr. Smithfield, do you wish to cross examine the witness?"  Judge Johnson asks as Lucy walks into the courtroom and takes a seat near the back beside Mitch.

 

"Yes, I do, Your Honor,"  Jay says, standing.  He approaches the witness stand.   "Daniel, I can see this has been an ordeal for you, so I'll make this brief.  I only have a couple of questions for you.  During the argument at The Cattlemen's Club between my client and Tripp McKay, you testified that Tripp McKay had made a derogatory remark about his former wife, Pamela?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Daniel, what happened after my client allegedly struck Tripp McKay and said that he would kill him?"  Jay asks.  "Did anyone else say anything to Tripp McKay?

 

"Yes."

 

"Mr. Ewing.........Bobby Ewing.........he told Tripp to get out."

 

"Or?"  Jay asks.

 

"Or he would take him apart."

 

"So, Bobby Ewing ALSO threatened Tripp McKay in The Cattlemen's Club that afternoon?"

 

"Objection,"  Gail says, standing.  "Bobby Ewing is not the one on trial here."

 

"I'm simply trying to show the court that my client was not the only person to level a threat at Tripp McKay on the day he was murdered."

 

"But your client is the only one who threatened to KILL the victim,"  Gail says.  "Threatening to take someone apart, typically means to beat them up, which is a far cry from murder."

 

"Objection overruled,"  the Judge says, much to Gail's surprise.  "I'll allow this line of questioning, but, be careful, Mr. Smithfield."

 

"Yes, Your Honor,"  Jay continues.  "Daniel, there was another incident involving the Ewings and Tripp McKay that 

"Tripp told Mr. Ewing that Lucas was the father of Emma Ryland's son, and that Mr. Ewing's wife, Ann, had known it all along and kept it from he and Lucas,"  Daniel says.  Again, audible gasps erupt from the crowd of spectators.

 

"Your Honor, I object,"  Gail says, standing.  "I see no relevance in this line of questioning."

 

"Mr. Smithfield, where are you going with this?"  Judge Johnson asks.

 

"Your Honor, I'm merely trying to show the jury that my client was not the only person, or the only member of the Ewing family who'd had a heated confrontation with Tripp McKay on the day of his murder."

 

"Objection sustained."

 

"I have no further questions for this witness, Your Honor, but I reserve the right to recall Daniel Cooper to the stand at a later time."

 

"Alright,"  the Judge says.  "You may step down, young man."

 

Greatly relieved that his ordeal was over, for now at least, Daniel quickly leaves the stand.  Instead of retaking his seat with his father, Daniel rushes out of the courtroom.  Concerned about his son, Mitch gets up and follows him.  "Daniel,"  Mitch calls to his son as he enters the hallway outside the courtroom.  

 

Daniel stops and turns to face his father.  Mitch walks up to him.

 

"Hey, are you okay?"  Mitch asks.  "I know that was hard for you."

 

Daniel sighs.  "I just hope I didn't make things worse for Justin.  Or any of  them."

 

Mitch places his hand on his son's shoulder.  "Daniel you told the truth, and that's all that matters.  You wanna go home now?"

 

"Yeah, I do,"  Daniel says.

 

"Okay, then, let's go."  Mitch and Daniel walk over to the elevator.

 

Meanwhile, back in the courtroom, as Jay retakes his seat beside Justin at the defense table, Justin leans over to his attorney.  "Jay, what the hell was that questioning all about?"  Justin asks.  "Why were you tryin' to make Uncle Bobby look bad like that?"

 

"Justin, YOU are my client,"  Jay replies.  "Not Bobby, not Lucas, not even Pamela.  My job is to defend YOU, and if that means giving the jury the impression that someone else could've killed McKay that night, then that's what I have to do."

 

"Miss Copeland, you may call your next witness,"  says Judge Johnson.

 

"Yes, Your Honor.  The State calls Mr. John Lindsey to the stand."

Drip Coffee House in Dallas....afternoon....

 Clay walks into the Drip Coffee House that afternoon.  Spotting Ashley seated at a table, he walks over to her.  "Hey," he says, taking a seat across from her.

 

"Hey."

 

"Sorry I'm late.  Traffic was terrible.  There was an accident on the Central Expressway."

 

"It's okay, I've only been here a few minutes, myself,"  Ashley says.  "Thank you for coming."

 

"Sure, no problem,"  Clay says.  "I heard Justin Ewing's trial started a couple days ago."

 

"Yeah, it did."

 

"How's it going?"

 

"Kinda hard to tell so far.  But I asked you here to find out how YOU'RE doing,"  says Ashley.  "You really look terrible, Clay."

 

"Gee, thanks."

 

"You're a hard man to get in touch with.  I've called your office several times and your secretary always says you're not in."

 

"Because I haven't been,"  says Clay.  

 

Ashley looks at him.  "Clay, your company can't continue to function if you're not actually running it.  Have you even conducted ANY business at all?"

 

"Nope, and I don't intend to.  I'm probably gonna sell Stevens-Beaumont Oil."

 

"Sell it?  Why?"  Ashley asks.

 

"What's the point, Ashley?  I don't plan on staying in Dallas for much longer, so why keep a company here if I'm not gonna be here.  I'm just looking for a buyer."

 

"Clay, why are you leaving Dallas?"  Ashley asks.

 

"Why wouldn't I?  Ashley, I came to Dallas to find and get to know my father and my family.  But that's gone now.  James is..........gone.........and now thanks to that DNA test, I know he wasn't my father in the first place, so, my whole reason for coming to this city is gone.  No reason for me to stick around."

 

"What about your friends here?"

 

"Friends?"  Clay asks with a laugh.  "What friends?"

 

"You have me, Clay.  I'm your friend,"  Ashley says.  

 

Clay smiles at her, then reaches over and takes her by the hand.  "Well, thank you.  That really does mean a lot to me. And yes, you ARE my friend."

 

"Then stick around, at least for a while.  Gives Dallas a chance.  Besides, if you leave, where would you go?  Back to your mother?"

 

Clay sighs.  "No.  My mother lied to me my whole life.  I can't even face talking to her, at least not right now."

 

"So there you go,"  says Ashley.  "You have nowhere else to go, so, stay in Dallas for a while."

 

"You're awfully persuasive,"  Clay says.

 

"I sure hope so."

 

Clay looks at her and smiles again.  "Alright, you've convinced me.  I'll stick around Dallas, for a WHILE."

 

"Great."

 

"Ashley, let me ask you something,"  Clay says.  

 

"Sure, anything."

 

"Why do you even care?  The rest of your family,especially your brother, can't stand me.  Everyone is still pissed at me for what I did at your father's funeral.  So how come you're being so nice to me, and why would you want me to stay in Dallas?"

 

"Because, I do care about you, Clay,"  Ashley replies.  "Even if you're not my brother, I care.  I hated what you did at my father's funeral, but, I never hated you for it.  And getting to know you, I can see that you're really a good person.  And I feel like you're someone I can talk to without you judging me."

 

"I'm the last person in the world to judge anybody.  And thank you for saying that."

 

Ashley smiles at him.  "Can I ask you something?"

 

"Go for it,"  Clay says.

 

"Now that you know my father wasn't your father. aren't you curious?"  Ashley asks.  "Don't you wanna know who your real father is?  He would have had to have lived here in Dallas in, what?  The spring of 1991, isn't that when you were conceived?"

 

"Yep, that's right."

 

"So what better place to start looking than right here?"

 

"I'm not so sure I wanna know,"  Clay says.  "The only other person who could be my father is Cliff Barnes, and I don't even wanna think about that prospect."

 

"If Cliff Barnes is your father, don't you wanna know for sure?"

 

Clay sighs. "If Barnes is my father, then, that means my mother lied to me again, because she claimed she never slept with Barnes.  Maybe I'm better off not knowing."

 

"Well, whatever you decide, I'll be here for you, to help, or support you, however I can."

 

Clay looks at her and smiles.  "Thank you, Ashley.  I don't know what I did to deserve a friend like you, but I must've done something right."

 

Ashley returns Clay's smile.

Southfork....that night....

 "Uncle Bobby, I am REALLY sorry about today,"  Justin says to Bobby, the two men standing at the bar as the Ewings gather in the den at Southfork for drinks before dinner.  "I had no idea that Jay was gonna bring up what happened between you and McKay at The Cattlemen's Club."

 

"Justin, it's alright, it wasn't your fault,"  Bobby says.  "Besides, Jay's doin' what he has to do in order to get you acquitted."

 

Meanwhile, Krystina and Cally are sitting on the sofa, Cally holding baby Ellie, when John Ross walks over and  takes a seat beside his wife.  "Oh, she is just adorable,"  Cally says of the infant.  

 

"And growing like a weed,"  says Krystina.  

 

"John Ross, you must be so proud."

 

"Oh, you'd best believe, I am,"  John Ross replies.

 

Pamela is standing in the doorway sipping on her drink as she watches the others chatting when Christopher and Courtney walk into the foyer.  The two approach her.  "Pamela,"  Christopher says.

 

"Oh, Christopher, Courtney.  How are you?"

 

"We're fine,"  Courtney replies.  "How are you?"

 

Pamela sighs.  "I'm.........well, to be perfectly honest, I'm not so good."

 

"You're worried about the trial, aren't you?"  Courtney asks.

 

"That's all I've been able to think about,"  replies Pamela.  "I'm so afraid.  If Justin is convicted........."

 

"Hey, now, you can't think like that," says Christopher.  "You have to be positive."

 

"I'm trying, but it's hard."

 

"You guys excuse me?"  Courtney says.  "I'm gonna go up and see how Jacob's doing on his homework.  He was having some problems with his math.  I'll be back down in a minute."

 

"Okay,,"  Christopher says as his wife leaves and heads up the stairs.  

 

"It's good to see that things are better between you and Courtney,"  Pamela says.

 

"Yeah, things are a lot better.  They aren't moving as fast as I'd like between us, but, at least she and Jacob have moved back to Southfork, and that means the world to me."

 

"I really hope that you and Courtney can work things out and that your marriage ends up stronger than it was before.  If anyone deserves to be happy, Christopher, it's you."

 

Christopher smiles.  "Thank you for saying that.  And you deserve happiness too, Pamela."

 

"Sometimes I'm not so sure about that.  Sometimes I feel that happiness just isn't meant for me.  Every time that I think I have my life on the right track, and that I've found happiness,  something happens.  It happened with John Ross, and then with Tripp, and......."

 

"Hey, you and Justin are gonna be fine,"  Christopher says.  "You have to believe that."

 

Pamela looks at him and nods.  "Christopher, thank you.  That really means a lot to me,"  she says, hugging him.  

Afton's Lounge....

Afton finishes the song to thunderous applause from the audience.  "Thank you," a smiling Afton says to the crowd.  "Thank you all so much.  I'll be back in just a little while."  Afton puts down her microphone and leaves the stage.

 

At his and Emma's table, Jimmy is applauding Afton's performance, while Emma has a look of boredom on her face.  "Jimmy, why did we have to come HERE tonight?"  She asks.

 "Because I wanted to hear Afton Cooper sing,"  Jimmy replies.  "Emma, if you didn't wanna come here, you could've just said so and we could've gone somewhere else.  I didn't know you'd have a problem with it."

 

"Well, it's just that I'm not one of Afton Cooper's favorite people, and the feeling is DEFINITELY mutual."

 

"I'm sorry.  You should've said something."

 

"It's fine.  I'm just glad to get out of that hotel room for a while,"  Emma says.  "So thank you."

 

Jimmy looks at her and smiles.  "You don't have to thank me, Emma.  That's what friends are for."

 

"That's true,"  says Emma.  "And I thank you for being the only friend I have in the world right now.  It's nice to know that at least one person in this world cares for me, other than my parents."

 

"Emma, come on.  A lot of people care about you."

 

"I only wish that were true.  I've made so many mistakes, Jimmy.  Made so many poor choices that have brought me to where I am right now."

 

"Emma, we've all made mistakes,"  Jimmy says.  "I've certainly made my share."

 

"I doubt you've made the kind of mistakes I've made."

 

"Come on.  You make it sound like you've killed someone.  I mean, really, what's the worst thing you've done?  Lie to everyone about the paternity of your son? Emma, you're not the first woman who's ever done that, and you probably won't be the last."

 

Emma sighs.  "I only wish that were the worst thing I've done,"  she says sadly, her voices sounding near tears, arousing Jimmy's curiosity.

 

"What do you mean?"  Jimmy asks.  He reaches across the table and takes her by the hand.  "Emma, what's going on?"

 

"Nothing,"  Emma says, pulling her hand away from his touch.  "Jimmy, would you excuse me?  I'm gonna go freshen up."

 

"Sure,"  Jimmy says.  Emma quickly gets up from the table and walks away.  Jimmy takes his cell phone out of his pocket and types a text.  

Southfork....

Meanwhile, back at Southfork, as Bobby, Christopher, Courtney, Jacob, Lucas, Heather, Michael, John Ross, Krystina, Alex, Cally, Lucy, Justin, and Pamela are sitting down to dinner, Lucas's cell phone vibrates in his pocket.  

"And you'd be right, as usual,"  Mitch says.  

 

"Okay, big brother, what's going on?  Problem between you and Sharon?"

 

"No, nothing like that.  I'm worried about Daniel."

 

"Daniel?  Why, what's wrong with Daniel?"  Afton asks.

 

"Well, as you know, he had to testify today in Justin Ewing's murder trial."

 

"Yes, I know."

 

"I think it got to him,"  says Mitch.  "You know what a sensitive kid my son is, and I think it really bothered him to testify against Justin.  And Justin's attorney, Jay Smithfield, didn't make it easy on Daniel."

 

"Well, I imagine not, since it's his job to rebut all the prosecution witnesses."

 

"I know.  But to be honest, Afton, I'm not even sure Daniel's mood is about the trial and having to testify.  I dunno, lately, he's been a lot quieter than usual.  More sullen.  Even moody."

 

"Mitch, your son is 19.......a TEENAGER.  What you just described is how teenagers act, especially boys.  Besides, Daniel just started college, and I'm sure that's stressful for him.  That, combined with having to testify in the murder trial of the man accused of killing his father's girlfriend's son.........that's a lot for anybody to deal with, much less a 19-year-old."

 

"You really think that's all it is?" Mitch asks.

 

"Yes, I do,"  Afton says.  "I think you're worrying for nothing."

 

"Well, maybe you're right."

 

"Of course, I'm right,"  Afton says with a smile.  "Listen, I have to go and get ready for my next set.  After I'm done, you wanna talk some more?"

 

"Actually, I can't.  I have to be at work rather early tomorrow, so, I think I'm just gonna call it a night and head on home."

 

"Alright,"  Afton says. She leans over and kisses her brother on the cheek.  "Call me tomorrow."

 

"I will.  Goodnight."

 

"Night, Mitch."  Afton gets up from her seat and walks away.  Taking a $20 from his pocket, he tosses it onto the table as a tip for his waitress, then gets up and leaves.

Dallas Courthouse....the next morning....

 "The State calls Dr. Jeffrey Barnard to the stand,"  Gail Copeland says as Justin's trial resumes the next morning.  Barnard, Dallas's chief medical examiner, gets up from his seat in the courtroom and walks up to the witness stand, where he is met by the bailiff.  Barnard repeats the ritual of previous witnesses, is sworn in, and takes a seat on the stand.  Gail walks up to him.  "Good morning, Doctor," she says.

 

"Good morning."

 

"Please state your name and occupation for the court."

 

"Joseph Barnard, and I am chief medical examiner for Dallas County."

 

"Dr. Barnard, you personally conducted the autopsy of Thomas McKay, Jr., known as Tripp, is that correct?"

 

"Yes, I did."

 

"And Doctor, according to your findings, what was Mr. McKay's cause of death?"

 

"The young man had died of blunt force trauma to the head," Dr. Barnard replies.  "He had been struck several times on the left side of the head by a blunt object, which we speculated to be a lug wrench."

 

"A lug wrench?  The type of wrench used in the changing of a tire on a car, correct?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Doctor, I turn your attention to exhibit A,"  Gail says, walking over to a table.  She picks up a lug wrench which has a small tag attached to it.  "This is a lug wrench which was retrieved by the Dallas police from the car trunk of the defendant, Justin Ewing.  Dr. Barnard, have you seen this lug wrench before?"

 

"It looks like the one I examined for the police during their investigation into the murder of Mr. McKay."

 

 

Gail hands the wrench to Barnard.  "Doctor, note the stains on this particular wrench.  Did you and your staff test those stains to determine what they were?"

 

"Yes, we did."

 

"And what were you findings?"

 

"The stains on this wrench were determined to be blood.......human blood.  We also ran DNA tests in an attempt to determine from whom the blood came."

 

"And, what were the findings of those tests?"  Gail asks.

 

"The blood was that of the victim, Thomas McKay."

 

Gail smiles.  "Let the record show that Dr. Barnard has identified a lug wrench which the police recovered from the trunk of the car of the defendant, Justin Ewing, and that this wrench has been identified as the murder weapon, containing traces of the blood and DNA of the victim, Tripp McKay,"  she says as Justin and other members of the

"Mr. Ewing, he came right in, demanding to see Mr. McKay,"  the young man replies.  "Mr. McKay's receptionist told him that he couldn't go into Mr. McKay's office."

 

"And how did the defendant react?"

 

"He was angry.  And I mean REAL angry."

 

"What did Mr. Ewing say?"  Gail asks.

 

"The receptionist, Carol, told Mr. Ewing he couldn't go into Mr. McKay's office, and he said, 'the hell I can't,' and he barged in.  Mr. McKay had already left for lunch, and Ewing demanded to know where he was having lunch."

 

"Did the receptionist tell Mr. Ewing where he could find Mr. McKay?"

 

"No.  She told him she couldn't give out that information, but, asked Ewing if he wanted to leave a message."

 

"And what was Mr. Ewing's reply?"

 

"He said.........and I'll never forget these words as long as I live.........he said, 'You tell your boss that Justin Ewing is lookin' for him, and when I find him, I'm gonna rip his damned head off'," the young man replies as the courtroom erupts into gasps and murmurings among the crowd of spectators.  

 

"So, the defendant threatened to rip Mr. McKay's head off, the very day before he threatened to kill him in front of more than 20 witnesses at The Cattlemen's Club,"  Gail says.  "And, the day before Tripp McKay was viciously bludgeoned to death in the parking garage of his apartment building, his skull crushed by repeated blows from a 

lug wrench belonging to the defendant.  No further questions."  

 

"Mr. Smithfield, do you wish to cross examine the witness?"  The Judge asks.

 

"No, Your Honor, I have no questions for this witness."

 

"Fine,"  says the Judge.  "Mr. Lockhart, you may step down."

 

As the young man leaves the witness stand, Pamela watches him, his words of Justin's threat against Tripp echoing through her mind, her feelings of guilt almost overwhelming as she looks over at Justin.  Pamela privately blames herself for Justin being in this mess because of his relationship with her.

 

Justin watches Andrew as he walks past the defense table on his way out of the courtroom.  "Jay," he leans over and whispers.  "That guy's testimony...........it really hurt my case, didn't it?"

 

"Miss Copeland, you may call your next witness,"  Judge Johnson says, before Jay can answer Justin's question.  

 

"The State calls Carol Sherman to the stand."

 

As Gail's next witness stands and  makes  her way to the front of the courtroom, Jay leans over to his client.  "Justin, I'm gonna be honest with you.  Those last two witnesses really hurt, and with this witness, the receptionist at Westar who heard you threaten to rip McKay's head off.......things are looking very bad for us right now."

 

 

 

A look of fear comes over Justin's face as he tries to process Jay's ominous words, and as he watches yet another witness take the stand to paint him as a cold blooded murderer!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

END OF EPISODE 186....