I know what you're thinking. "'Barbecue'? This episode is called 'Barbecue'? That sounds about as exciting as an episode called 'Laundry' or 'DMV'" Well folks, in ordinary circumstances you'd be right...but this is Dallas we're talking about. The title may portend banality, but when this episode was over, I had to check to see if it was written by Charles Dickens because "Barbecue" is some best of times/worst of times shit, I tell you what!
In this age of wisdom and foolishness, Bobby is out enjoying some athleticism, including but not limited to jogging, hopping over fences, and doing adorable tiny little basketball layups. Meanwhile, Jock is helping to set up the annual Ewing Barbecue, which is apparently a huge deal for the Who's Who of the greater Dallas area. I so wish I could go, you guys. I SO WISH.
Bobby casually lets slip that there's going to be a reunion at the festivities this year because Digger Barnes is coming. Jock gives a look that's the visual equivalent of a SAY WHAT? record scratch, and then we learn two things: Digger's real name is Willard (total disappointment), and Jock is an asshole. Oh wait, we knew that!
Yes indeed, Digger is fixin' to come to the BBQ and have what is surely to be the reunion to end all reunions. Far away from Southfork, at Stately Cliff Barnes Manor, Pam helps a sober Digger get ready for the day. Digger reminds us of why his sobriety is a rare thing by listing off all the ways Jock Ewing ruined his life, including but not limited to stealing his half of the oil fortune and also his sweetheart Miss Ellie and--
SAY WHAT? record scratch! Digger and Miss Ellie used to be an item? Sure, I'll buy it. Miss Ellie was "a sweet little thing"? Okay, that I refuse to believe.
At any rate, the most important thing for us to take away from this scene is that Cliff Barnes enjoys fucking enormous macramé wall art.
Pam heads home to Southfork and promptly makes a phone call. Boy oh boy, those Ewings are rich. How rich? They're so rich that they have a phone at the head of the bed and at the foot of the bed. Unbelievable! Now that is livin', my friends.
what, no phone in the middle of the bed? lame
I know that Pam has called the doctor's office because someone answers the phone and says "Doctor's office." Then "The Doctor" gets on the line and tells Pam that Bobby's Magic Baby Batter has done its job...she's pregnant! Pam plays it coy when it's time to tell Bobby about Babby: "I learned a riddle today," she says. Bobby enthusiastically replies with a "Let's hear it!" and he gets so excited that I've decided he's secretly wicked into riddles and everyone just sort of puts up with it. I tell ya, making up ridiculous headcanons for Dallas characters sure does delight me (see also: Episode 1.3, "A Spy in the House"). Oh, in case you were wondering, here's Pam's riddle:
Q: What do you get when you cross a Barnes and a Ewing?
A: A boy or a girl.
I imagine that although Bobby was overjoyed at the baby news, he died a little inside over Pam's truly shitty riddle.
But who cares about new life and believing the children are our future and all that? It's barbecue time! Man, the Ewings have gone all out for this shindig, even setting up a makeshift dance floor.
That shot was immediately followed by this shot...
...and dang if I wasn't supremely disappointed when I realized that's not a trophy, that's a coffee urn. I wanted a barbecue dance competition!
Digger shows up with Jimmy, Pam's cousin, and they're greeted by Miss Ellie. She quickly absconds with Digger, saying they need to "rehash ancient history", which is surely the best idea. Everybody knows that dredging up resentments and anger is as vital to a barbecue as potato salad.
Lucy pulls Ray off the dance floor (where he's drinking and two-stepping with a floozie) (I guess it's two-stepping, but to be honest I don't know for sure) (I'm totally 100% positive about the drinking though) (and the floozie) to tell him about Pam's pregnancy. As she waggles her eyebrows with her usual devilish glee over the consternation the news causes, Ray has a feeling.
Then there's a strange interlude with the party's caterers, who have been working this yearly BBQ gig for over a decade. They're downright worried about Jock (he's skulking and smoking and drinking more than usual!) and his imminent reunion with Digger (with Bobby marrying that Barnes girl, it was bound to happen!). The conversation goes on for a bit, and it's...weird. They're not telling us anything we don't already know, and--eh. I suppose I should simply be thankful there are finally some people of color featured on this show. Also I want to watch a spin-off about their catering company where they gossip about their clientele whilst serving up delicious smoked meats.
We leave the party proper to join Miss Ellie and Digger on their stroll around Southfork, as she imparts the tale of why she had to dump him for Jock so long ago: it was to save the ranch. It was the '30s, the Depression, you see, and marrying Jock meant Southfork would remain in her family. They "made a good marriage" and they love each other and she has no regrets, but she totally thinks about Digger often, honest. Judging by his expression, I'd say that Digger and I are on the same page here, and that page is "Oh, go fuck yourself, Miss Ellie."
Sue Ellen finds out about Pam's pregnancy from Lucy, of course, who once again busts out her patented Devilish Glee Face as she watches Sue Ellen pretend to be really happy for her sister-in-law.
if you put your ear up to the screen, it's like you can hear the eyebrows waggling
That's right--pretend to be happy. Sue Ellen has lost the race to make a Ewing heir, so she turns to her friend Booze, downing several glasses of champagne in succession. Folks, Sue Ellen has now planted both feet on that sloppy slippery slope to Drunksville and I, for one, could not be happier. I say this not because I want my beloved Sue Ellen to be a miserable drunk, necessarily...it's more that her miserable drunken antics are positively delightful. But oh, I'm getting ahead of myself! This is still but the fifth episode, and it's a long time before Sue Ellen hits the bottom of that slope.
Still, today's boozin' does lead to some wonderful moments. First, she rushes to tell J.R. about Pam's oven bun and how it's his fault she doesn't have an oven bun of her own. The point is, J.R.'s special barbecue outfit is my new everything. I'd murder any one of you to get a pair of those glasses!
A few glasses later, Sue Ellen is hammered and holds court with a table full of bouffanted grey hairs, and it's just the best. She downs wines both white and red as she goes on and on and on about her "unfulfilled needs" and the "conjugal circumstances" between her and J.R. No one responds with anything but a stare and I'm not sure whether or not this scene is supposed to be hilarious, but it 100% is.
Finally, it's reunionin' time! Bobby and Pam have finally rounded up Jock, Digger, and Miss Ellie to tell them about their fruitful "conjugal circumstances." For a moment--just a moment--it seems like everything might be okay. Everyone is happy and excited about the baby, Miss Ellie tells Jock he's "out of style" when he says he hopes it's a boy, and Pam's dreams of her kid having two granddaddies don't seem so far-fetched. Why, Digger and Jock even share a quick handshake, agreeing to try (or, at least, to try to try) to get along. Hooray for everything!
But oh, alas, alack, nothing gold can stay. Jock and Digger barely take a sip of their celebratory drinks (bourbon and soda, respectively) before they're at each others' throats again. Jock wants to spoil the grandkid and give it everything, Digger balks at Jock trying to take over everything again. Digger is all "you've stolen everything from me" and Jock is all "Pam needs to learn the truth"--the way he sees history, he just had to take all the oil claims because Digger would've gambled it all away. Jock really lays into Digger, saying "he's been a loser every day of his life--he couldn't even kill me the time he tried" and man, everyone present thinks Jock is an asshole. Even Miss Ellie tells him to shut up, and I admit, it was pretty great.
All of this drives Digger to grab the nearest bottle and start drinking, and no one can stop him. No one, I tells ya!
It's not long before poor ol' Daddy Barnes is completely sloshed and making a fool out of himself. Oh Digger, why'd you have to give Jock the satisfaction? This barbecue is turning into a complete disaster! Except for all of the people gathered around to watch this:
Once again, Jock is such an asshole...and also once again, David Wayne plays a really great drunk. And "As long as it's not Jimmy Ewing!" is one of the best things anyone has ever or will ever say on this show.
Say, where is Jimmy
Outside the barn, Sue Ellen is wasted, riding around in circles on a horse, and oh my goodness I love this show.
Bobby shows up, then J.R. shows up and he, too, is completely wasted. He calls Pam "trash, just plain trash" and what do you think happens? Why, Bobby punches him, of course, but not before making a pretty primo Grumpy Cat face.
As J.R. rolls around in the dirt whining "just plain trash" over and over, Bobby takes Sue Ellen back to the house. J.R. spots Pam up in the hayloft window and decides to go apologize...but Pam is having none of it. She and Bobby have decided to leave this hellhole! J.R. implores her not to go, not to break up the family, and then...well...
OOPS!
No, Pam is not dead--DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT THAT HAPPENING--but she done lost the baby...and by "lost" I do not mean "misplaced." I told you- the best of times, the worst of times!
As she lies in bed recuperating, crying, and commiserating with Bobby, Jock interrupts to...well, not exactly to apologize, but to lay down some real fuckery: "Digger can't help being what he is anymore than we can help being what we are." Bobby says that the big issue now is that they lost the baby, and Jock says...Jock says...
"It's been a rough day for everybody."
Are you kidding me with that? At this point, I'm wondering if I might hate Jock more than I hate Miss Ellie, no matter how nice his hair is. The only good to come out of this is that it makes Pam dole out another glorious eyeroll.
Jock then gets to the real reason why he came up to the bedroom: he doesn't want Pam and Bobby to move out. He wants to keep the family together you see, and doesn't want to lose another son the way he lost Gary. Hey, here's a helpful tip for you, Jock: keeping your family together is about being good to them and not being an a-hole, not about forcing them to live under your roof forever like a weirdo power monger creep! Sakes alive, the Ewings are so fucked up!
Much to my chagrin, Pam agrees to stay at Southfork. The camera zooms in on her and Bobby holding hands, so you know that they're totally in love.
Outside, Sue Ellen leaves J.R. alone with his coffee and his thoughts...and as she walks away without touching him at all, you know they are totally not in love.
But who cares about love? No matter what your parents told you, you don't need love to make a baby. There's still a chance Sue Ellen could pop out a Ewing blanket ham before Pam does...but only if J.R., like, pays attention to her, if you know what I mean. You know. "Conjugal circumstances."
We'll have to wait until future episodes to see who's gettin' it on, though, because that's it for "Barbecue." That's also it for Season One, can you believe it? Yes, the first season of Dallas was a five-episode miniseries, and we've plowed through it. Next week we start Season Two: more punches, more booze, more sex, more eyerolls, and, I hope, more fucking enormous macramé wall art.
