Pamela Barnes Ewing: [in restaurant] I can't believe they suspended you.
Cliff Barnes: No, they call it a vacation.
Pamela Barnes Ewing: So now what do you do?
Cliff Barnes: That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I think maybe I should leave Dallas.
Pamela Barnes Ewing: Leave Dallas?
Cliff Barnes: Yeah. I mean, not now.
[hushed voice:]
Cliff Barnes: I've been advised not to go anywhere until this is all over. But then...
[long silence]
Cliff Barnes: Look, I have to face the facts. I'm finished here.
Pamela Barnes Ewing: Oh, come on, Cliff. Things are rough right now, but you're stronger than that.
Cliff Barnes: There was a time when I thought I could make it in this town.
[looks troubled]
Cliff Barnes: But now...
Pamela Barnes Ewing: Cliff... Is there something else?
Cliff Barnes: Okay, I'll tell you. I'll tell you, because I've gotta tell somebody or I'll explode. The night J.R. was shot... I had gone to the Ewing building with a gun to kill him.
Pamela Barnes Ewing: [softly] You couldn't do that.
Cliff Barnes: Well, I will never know now. Because when I got there, I discovered that somebody beat me to it. Pam, I swear to you, J.R. Ewing is my personal burden from God. Everything that happens to that man, I always pay for it. But, if I had shot him, could you blame me?
[Pamela shakes her head, then leans her head on his shoulder]