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I don't know if y'all
heard what happened

previously on
the Chicken Sisters.

I owe you an apology.

I've been mad at you.

I thought you were ignoring me.

Did you bring the
divorce papers?

I do believe I forgot them.

Well, this is scrumptious.

The chicken is good now.

You turned your mom
into a micro-influencer?

I don't know what I'd do
without you by my side.

You may have to start
considering it.

Clayton's pretty cool.

I know.

Do you think it's strange

that he's making an effort
now that he's feeling

kind of lonely?

Hey, beautiful.

Did you get back into
the wine while I was cleaning?

There are only two kinds
of magic I care for.

Sleight of hand
fools me every time.

And a woman's intuition.

All right, Ben.
What'll it be?

I'll have the meat
and two with uh...

fried okra and green beans.

Nah. You want
the mac and cheese.

Well, yes ma'am, I do.

Fried okra
and mac and cheese it is.

That magical feeling,

hollering from deep down
in your gut.

That inescapable
and undeniable knowing.

And those Mimi's girls?

Well, now, they
have it in spades.

Frannie's girls,
on the other hand,

they were born with
the same inclinations.

Problem was,
they'd gotten rusted shut.

So these here are
Yukon potatoes?

Yes, ma'am. It says
right here on the box.

Ah.

... ♪ and it's impossible
to change... ♪

Yeah.

Y'all sent the wrong taters
in the right box.

Now, every once
in a while, though,

one of those good
instincts slipped out.

I reckon we should trim this
elm tree soon, huh, Frank?

I mean, look at that
widow-maker.

One big storm, and that branch
could cause some real damage.

It's fine.

Only to be silenced
by someone else's voice.

♪ Whatever happened
to believing all the truth ♪

♪ inside of you ♪

Nancy often found herself
in awe of the women

who could jump into action

when their own intuition
kicked them in the pants.

♪ Whatever happened ♪

♪ To believing all
the truth in front of you? ♪

Sure is busy all of a sudden.

But Nancy reckoned
her intuition

had been silenced
for long enough,

and maybe
it was time to let it sing.

She didn't want to want Lucky
Landry, but she wanted him.

The kind of want that melts
a woman's knees

like molten lava.

Wow.

Uh, Shawna gave me that trash.

Well, then why are
you reading it?

Well, it's a pretty good trash.

Ah, you beat me again.

You lettin' me win?

Maybe I am a lousy card player.

Uh...

Uh, you had a flush.

You little snake.

Is that a flush?

Don't spike her vitals.

You know, you don't have to
write all these numbers down.

It's just a bunch of malarkey,
anyway.

I promised Nancy I would
write down your oxygen levels.

She told me what she would do
to me if I didn't.

It was ugly.

I'm going downstairs.

Behave yourselves.

Okay. Deal me in.

Okay, boss.

Mama? I got to
tell you something.

Okay.

Don't get mad.

Don't tell me something's
gonna make me mad, then.

It's not... bad.

Is it serious?

Okay. A couple months ago,

I created an Instagram
for your drawings

'cause I love them so much.

And I thought other people
would, too.

That's so sweet, Frankie.

But nobody wants
to see my doodles.

Oh. They do.

What?

200,000 followers.

Yeah, and the comments
are gushing.

Why didn't you tell me
about this?

I thought it might...
overwhelm you.

No, it makes my day.

Good.

It is good.

I think pizza for
dinner tonight.

Celebrate.

That's not all.

Okay.

A big New York publisher

has been commenting
on the posts.

"Mega Inspo For Mommo's."

A big time editor, wrote that?

Well, that's millennial cringe.

Those are your people.

She wants to set up a call.

A call?

- A call?
- Mmhmm.

- A call.
- Yeah.

That sounds
like a big deal!

So you're not mad?

Mad? Are you nuts?

This is the nicest thing

anyone's done for me
in a long time.

Awe.

Just over here, honey.

Wow. These birds are going nuts.

I know, it's nice.

Uh..

Um, honey, uh, you want to find
the elegant balance

between structured and drapey.

Okay.

When do you know it's right?

I just feel it.

You got to trust your instinct.

As a wedding planner
it's all I have.

Mom, you've been a wedding
planner for, like, two weeks.

And you're very good at it.

Mm. You know, it's moments
like these I'll cling to

when I see your tuition
decimate my bank account.

This looks straight
out of a magazine, Sabrina.

Oh, well.

What magazine?

I have no idea.

You made an empty field
look elegant.

Well, you know, for an episode
of Craziest Cribs,

I once turned a mortuary
into a nursery.

Anyway, that's in the past,
hopefully.

Well, Frankie's here to help.

I am off to work,

but if y'all give me
your lunch orders,

I'll send something over.

Oh, can I have a meat and three?

Fried okra, mac and cheese
and a biscuit, please.

Ooh, you sound
like a true local.

Thank you.

Same for me.

- Diet soda.
- Okay.

Bye.

All right.
Take a look around.

We have lots of work to do.

I couldn't let you leave
without saying a proper goodbye.

Yeah, well, I wish
it wasn't goodbye.

Me too.

You could stay.

Well, I've made promises
to people I can't break.

I understand.

I'll be thinking about things
you shared with me.

Well, I hope you'll leave
the door open for us.

I will.

Bye, Beau.

Goodbye, Nancy.

Hey.

Hey, there.

I was just checking in to see
how the morning with mama went.

Sergio's upstairs
losing to her at poker.

How's she doing?

Oh, you know, mama.
She's tougher than beef jerky.

Oh, she was doing so well.

Well, I mean,

that's the thing about MS,
right?

It's just... unpredictable.

I know.

It's just a lot.

What about you?
You okay?

Mae?

Huh? Yeah, probably.

Probably?

What is wrong?

Oh, nothing.

Okay. I guess
I better hang up, then.

I don't think
Clayton's here for me.

Okay. Who's he here for?
Patrick?

Mama.

And that's okay.

I'm just disappointed
I'm not really his priority.

I sure hope you're wrong.

Me, too.

I love you.

Yeah. Talk
to you later.

Mae. Say it back.

I-- I love you, too.

When you say "I love you"

it sounds like you're saying it
under duress.

Okay. I'm sorry.

Do I have to say it every time
we hang up the phone?

Yes!

'Cause what if something
terrible happened,

and the last thing you said
to me was "yeah, okay"?

That would so haunt you.

Okay.

I love you, too.

Weirdo.

Hey.

I'm here for my nursing shift.

Yeah, I was expecting you
30 minutes ago.

Yes, I got caught up
with some business stuff.

I thought you sold
your business.

I did, I did.

But, you know, every time
I try to get out,

they pull me back in.

Okay, well, you have to give
her her meds every hour,

which is actually right now.

And you have to make sure
that you write it down

or Nancy will have a fit.

All of the meds
are clearly marked--

Yeah, yeah, I got it, Mae.

Okay, call me if you
need anything.

You look like the dog's dinner.

Well, good morning to you too,
Esther.

Grumpy, too.

Oh hi, Amanda.

Morning, Esther.

Mayor Carson.

Yeah.

Oh, big day for you, Amanda.

Real big.

All right, now, don't get
too intimidated.

It's just a bunch of legal terms
that lawyers use

to make themselves seem smart.

Like "habeas corpus"?

Exactly.

Now you're basically
a lawyer.

All right.

Everything looks...

good.

Now what do I do?

Alright. Let me tell you how
this is going to go down.

So you are looking
for a default judgment,

which means you got
to have these papers

served directly to Frank Junior.

I hear it's just "Frank" now.

That man.

As soon as he gets
these papers,

he's got 30 days to respond.

That's a long time.

Yeah, and they usually leave it
right to the last minute.

But then there'll be
a court date.

Hey, you are going to be
divorced before you know it.

Thank you, Pauline.

I appreciate that.

More than you know.

You are welcome.

Amanda Moore.

Well, slap me silly
and call me Sally.

Nancy wondered what
in the world everyone in town

was doing at The Cluckery.

It was gnawin' at her
like a mosquito in August.

Rodney?

What are you doing here?

I, um, I--

I was seeing what kind
of light bulbs they use.

You look like a cat
caught in a trash can.

What is going on?

I've been eating here.

The chicken's good now.

What do you mean,
the chicken's good?

I heard it was chewier
than a rubber tree.

They changed the recipe.

Between that juicy, crispy
chicken, the keezers,

sports on every screen?

I... I guess that's why you
haven't seen me lately

around Chicken Sisters.

Don't be upset with me,
Miss Nancy.

I-- I hate to be the one
to tell you this.

There's no Chicken
Sisters allowed.

What?

♪ I spent most the night... ♪

Oh!

- I got you.
- ♪ half the day in your ♪

- Thank you.
- ♪... hideaway ♪

♪ Don't give a damn
what's going on ♪

♪ What time it is ♪

Oh! Behind.

♪ What people say ♪

I'll wash you up
some mixin' bowls.

♪ Our time together ♪

♪ I will never change ♪

Hey, can I help you?

Oh-wee, someone call
the National Weather Service

'cause there's an electrical
storm in this kitchen.

♪ You'll never be ♪

♪ Never be ♪

Mama! You're not
gonna believe this!

Sabrina Sky of
Sky Wedding and events,

where the sky is the limit.

I'm trying something new.

What's that?

What?

Well does the word "confirm"
mean nothing to you?

No, no. Well, what am I
supposed to do?

You give me an option.

This is horrible news.

What am I supposed to do?

You think a petty ban
is gonna stop Nancy Hillier

from finding out what's
going on at The Cluckery?

Nancy knew this chicken
recipe like it was her own.

'Cause it was, y'all.

Hey Jay, Mae.

You know how part of planning
is planning for surprises.

What is it?

Just a little shipping snafu.

- Mmhmm.
- The ranunculus.

They didn't make it.

That's totally cool.

Really? Because you
don't look totally cool.

I'm totally cool.

And I am totally fine.

Okay, well, then I'm glad

that you are totally cool
and totally fine.

Excuse me.

Mae, Mae, breathe.

What's one thing you see?

- Don't do this.
- Tell me.

The clouds.

- Two things you hear?
- My pulse.

Let me be upset!

They're just flowers.

Or it's the Mimi's curse.

No, it's not.

It's one small, fixable problem.

Look at all the things
that have gone right.

Right. See?

Remember how that
big fancy editor

wanted to schedule
a call with you

to talk about
your chicken drawings?

Yeah.

That call is less of a call.

What is it?

It's more of an
in-person meeting.

When?

Now. Ish.

Ha ha.

Honest. She was on her way
to Atlanta when she decided

to make a detour to meet you

before anyone else snatches
you up.

Her exact words.

Amazing.

But I look like
a soggy sack of potatoes.

Howdy. I'll be right with you.

Oh, no.

That's her.

How do you know?

I did a deep dive.

She has two cats,
she's a Pisces rising,

and she gets a facial
every six weeks.

I cannot meet someone with
an aggressive skin care routine

looking like this.

Okay.

Hey.

Now, Mae told me to bring you
some fruit, but, you know,

I've never been one for
following the rules exactly.

- Yeah. Not your style.
- Mmhmm.

Uh, I better not.

What are you talking about?
It's a little piece of pie.

I know, I know, but Nancy's
got me on this special diet.

No bacon, no sweets, no fun.

Girl, the last thing you
need to do is lose weight.

You're beautiful as you are.

No, it's... it's not about that.

It's about, you know,
keeping my inflammation down.

Oh, right.
'Cause of your, uh...

situation.

Yeah, 'cause of my situation.

But you go ahead and--

- You just eat it.
- Mmm.

- Dang, that's good.
- Mmhmm.

So you're getting close
to being all better yet?

I'm better than yesterday and
better than the day before that.

Well...

You know what they say, Gus.

You keep putting one foot
in front of the other,

you know, eventually you get
to the end of the road.

Oh.

Say, you know what?
I got a great idea.

Yeah. What's that?

Well, when you finally
are all better,

what do you say you and I
take a little trip to Venice?

Venice?

Yeah.

- That'd be a dream come true.
- Wouldn't it?

Yeah. Gosh, you know what
would go good with this?

Coffee. You want some?

I can't do caffeine either,
remember?

Oh, dang it.
That's right, sorry.

I got, uh... CRS.

Can't Remember Stuff.

Gus's intuition was louder
than a squeaky wheel

on a rusty grocery cart.

Problem was, her heart sung
too loud to pay it any mind.

Welcome

to The Chicken Sisters.

Table for one.

Oh, can I get a booth?

This place, it's cute
as a button.

Oh, absolutely.
Right this way.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.
I know who you are.

Cynthia Lillie!

Oh!

Oh, I-- I run my mama's socials.

Your engagement,
it is spot on.

- Is she here?
- She is.

And I'll go grab her
for you right away.

Just, um...
Just don't go anywhere.

I won't.
'Cause I just got here.

Oh.

Oh.

I sat her!

I look like a poser.

Oh, no one says that anymore.

Wow, you look--

- Like a poser?
- Stop saying that.

You look cool, yeah.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I've got to get back
to the wedding site.

Oh, you've got this.

Remember,

she is here to snatch you up.

Okay.

- Good luck.
- Thank you.

It could have been her
teenage daughter's overalls

giving her that youthful glow.

Or maybe it was that
excited feeling

Amanda had of something new
just around the corner.

Where did the chirping birds go?

Maybe they flew south.

Need some help?

I've been told I'm pretty handy.

Gruster.

I didn't know you were
back in town.

Yeah, I just got back
from Glorietta.

First thing I had to do
is check in on you.

Didn't even unpack my bags.

Well...

I'm flattered.

And I'm glad to see you.

I can't believe I'm meeting you
in real life.

You can't believe
you're meeting me?

Yes.

I'm just a country girl
that likes to doodle.

That. I mean,
that line is perfect

for the jacket of the book.

- The book?
- Or books.

Have you thought about
writing one?

Yeah, but not for real.

Well, I have thought
about your book.

I've been thinking about it
ever since I found your art.

- Really?
- Mmhmm.

Your drawings with
inspirational southernisms

all put together.

A book with my drawings?

Are you for real, or is this,
like some sort of scam?

You asked for my routing number
to deposit my advance,

and then one day
I'm all cleaned out?

No, Amanda.

Do you know how exciting it is
to find an authentic voice?

I mean, most people, they just
move to New York and L.A.

and they lose
that special quality

that just makes them unique,
but you...

you have perfectly captured

the quirks and the joys
of living in a small town.

Well, it's all I know.

I'm sorry. This is a lot
to take in. I'm...

clammier than a beach
in August.

Yes. I mean, the stuff,
it just pours out of you.

They're just silly drawings.

They're not silly.

They're special.

And hundreds of thousands
of people agree.

They're tiny pieces of me.

And all the weirdos
in my family that I love.

And if someone else feels
the same way

when they're looking
at my work, I guess...

I've done my job as an artist.

Artist?

Yeah. Artist.

Mama? I mean...

Nancy.

Management has a new rule.

No Chicken Sisters allowed!

Oh, so it's a management rule.

Mm. Well, I'll be on my way.

I was just finishing
my delicious chicken.

Good. I'm glad you liked it.

I mean, yeah, I'm really
in a groove here now.

Things are really looking up
at The Cluckery these days.

Why do you think that is?

Hard work, dedication
to my craft.

Ah, you don't think it has
anything to do with you

serving up your family's
tried and true

fried chicken recipe?

Not only your family's, but
your daughter's entire family.

Mimi's and Frannie's?

Or did management forget
it's the same recipe?

How could you, Frank Junior?

You just took it
and handed it over

to a bunch of
corporate strangers.

I took what's mine.

I'm finally putting myself
first for once.

Trouble is, you always put
yourself first, Frank Junior.

It's just Frank now.

I keep thinking that you're
going to start building bridges

instead of burning them down.

I've been hanging on a hope and
a moonbeam that you'll change.

My grip is slipping.

Ranunculus are so yesterday.

- So yesterday.
- Hey.

I'm just gonna tackle
one thing at a time.

Me and my fiancée.

You all right, mayor?

I'm gonna miss
calling you that.

Mm.

Hi, Pauline.

I know what you
all are here for.

Your marriage certificate.

All right. You're just
going to take

this little old thing,
bring it on back here

ten days after the ceremony,

Huh.

What?

I might have typed
your name wrong

on the marriage certificate.

Yep, I spelled it M-A-Y.
Not M-A-E.

On account of M-A-E is a weird
way of spelling your name.

Weird?

This is a real
fiddle-faddle situation.

Fiddle-faddle?

It's really gonna
gum things up

unless the rest of your
government documents

are also misspelled?

M-A-E is not misspelled.

So what exactly does this mean?

You cannot get legally married
if this paper ain't right.

But...

we're supposed to sign
the marriage certificate

at the wedding.

Which, by the way,
is in two days.

Can't you just
type up a new one?

Oh, I wish.

No. So once I type it up,

it's got to go in over
to Bertha to notarize.

Then it comes on back to me.

Then it goes over to
the boys at County.

Then it comes on
back to me again.

If I remember

to put it in the right
interoffice envelope.

I'm going to try to expedite
a correction.

I'm gonna do everything
I can, okay?

Okay.

Would not want to be party
to the Mimi's curse.

I am... I can't--

Mae, Mae...

we can always sign it
after the ceremony, honey.

Yeah.

Hey, darlin',

Call me an ambulance,
would you?

Oh, my word!
Oh, my!

Hey.

Did you write down
her oxygen levels?

Sure did.

Was threatened I'd be sent
to the gallows if I didn't.

How's she doing?

Fine, fine.
Yeah, she's good.

Okay. Did she eat?

Uh, I think so.

What do you mean?

Well, I'm pretty sure that Mae
gave her some food.

This is important.

She was supposed to take her
pills 30 minutes ago,

and she can't take them
without food.

I gave her the pills.

This isn't a joke.

I'm not trying to be funny.
She took the dang pills.

Without food?

What is this, the Spanish
Inquisition?

She can't take them
on an empty stomach.

It makes her feel like
she swallowed a porcupine.

Relax, Nancy.

She's fine.
Gus is tough, okay?

I know she's tough, but
not cause she wants to be.

'Cause she had no other choice.

Look, there's nothing to get
this upset about, okay?

Y'all take a picture.

This here is the last man
who would ever try to talk

Nancy Hillier out of
listening to her intuition.

When Gus told me that
you were Mae's daddy,

I was real surprised.

Oh, really? Why's that?

'Cause back in the day,

you and me and Frank Senior,

we were thick as thieves,
yet I had no clue

that you so much as knew
Gus Moore's name.

Come on.
You know I was back then.

Yeah, because

she wasn't the type of girl
you were supposed to be with.

Y'all being from the opposite
sides of the track and all.

Well, it doesn't mean
I didn't love her.

And I still do.

Love makes you do hard things.

You took off because it
was too hard back then.

Now you know that
that wasn't me.

My parents sent me away.

No. No, no, no.

Love would have put you
on a bus or a bicycle.

Anything to be with her.

And now you come back here
after all this time

and try to pretend
that you could just

pick up where you left off.

Look, you got me all wrong,
Nancy, okay?

No, I got your number.

You're all charm and smiles
till the going gets tough.

Listen, sweetheart.

I've built multi-million
dollar businesses, okay?

I can handle tough.

Building a business isn't tough,
but being there

for someone when they
really need you...

that's tough.

You're wrong about me.

Oh, really?

I missed you at Frank's
Senior's funeral.

What? Cat got your tongue?

You know what I think, Clayton?

I think you're the same coward
that left Gus

all those years ago when
she needed you the most.

Tell me I'm wrong.

Tell me you're
not thinking right now

how you can worm your way
out of her life again.

I wish I'd have been wrong
about you.

And I think that there is a
market for it internationally.

But first, I do need my
senior editor to sign off.

So we'll try to circle back

on our way home
from the conference.

Oh, well...

I look forward to
whatever's next.

Great.

Well, I better be off.

Looks like the weather
might turn.

Oh, yeah.

Let me get you
a rain jacket.

Oh.

Oh, I can't just take
your jacket.

Of course you can.

What good is a rain jacket if
it's not keeping anyone dry?

That. Write that down.

Talk soon, Amanda.

Okay.

Bye.

That went well.

Yeah.

Couldn't have gone better.

Gus?

I heard every word.

Oh, honey. I'm so sorry.

You stood up for me.

Of course I did.

No one else has ever
done that before.

I couldn't just stand by and
let someone treat you like that.

You deserve better.

The past is a dangerous place
to revisit.

He was my first love.

Well...

my only love,
if I'm being really honest.

I forgot how nice it is
to feel like that,

like... like...
everything's going to be okay.

♪ It takes a little mercy ♪

I just didn't know
how much I still loved him.

And it just...

I don't know,

maybe it was just--
I was in love with

not being alone anymore.

You're not alone.

You have me.

Always.

Thank you.

♪ You gotta hold on ♪

♪ And wait for that
dawn to break ♪

♪ Maybe there'll be news ♪

Clayton thought he could
mosey on in here

with a charm and apology
and pick up where he left off.

Problem was,

no one else was at
the intersection to greet him.

Oh!

Swampier out there

than my uncle's alligator farm.

No Chicken Sisters allowed!

Oh, I'm not here to eat.
I'm here to serve.

Bet you didn't know I was
a process server, did you?

What can't she do?

What's this?

Amanda has initiated legal
action to end your marriage

by filing with the courts.

Hence, kicking off your
divorce proceedings.

Buckle up.

Ah!

You should have seen his face.

It's like he saw a ghost.

A ghost of comeuppance.

So what does this mean?

Oh, um, when someone
does something bad

and you want to do
something about it

But you know that
that's not right.

So the universe

takes care of it for you.

I know what comeuppance
means, Shawna.

I meant, what are the next steps
for my divorce?

Oh, okay.

Yeah. Yeah, right.

Um, okay.
Well, uh, you will

go to court
on the date they provide.

You will say you do not
want to be married,

and you will leave that
courthouse free as a bird.

- That's it?
- That's it.

Done. Finito. Le over.

It's finally happening.

As soon as this lets up,
I can continue embellishing.

I already have Gruster...
grustering.

And don't worry.

None of this is going
to blow away.

Hey, hey, look at me,
look at me.

Bad weather is good luck
for a wedding, right?

Ah! Good news.

Good news, good news.

The ranunculus are on their way.
Crisis averted.

Oh, at least something
is going right.

See? The Mimi's curse isn't as
strong as you thought it was.

Hey.

Where are you going?

Uh, well,

I got some stuff to attend to
at home,

but I'll be back on the big day,
don't you worry.

No, you won't.

Oh.

I used to lie.

A lot.

I told Jay that my family
was rich.

I was too scared to tell him
that my mama

ran a barely functional
chicken shack, and...

I didn't know who my daddy was.

So it was just...

easier to lie.
I was good at it.

It came really naturally to me,
but I couldn't figure out why

because...

you know...

mama's not a liar.

She's a lot of things,
but she's not a liar.

I got your laugh.

I got your confidence.

And now I know where
I get my lying from.

You're not coming to my wedding.

No.

I'm not coming back.

I guess I'm just not cut out
for the hard stuff.

I will say this, though.
You know...

I'm really proud of you,

for all that
you've accomplished.

Not that I had much to do
with it, but...

And I'm proud to say
that I'm your dad.

Oh, you're not my dad.

You are just some guy
who loved my mama.

Once upon a time.

Fair enough.

Hey. You know...

Uh, for what it's worth...

Would have been real nice
to walk you down the aisle.

Okay.

This is karma for hosting
"America's Got Baby Gymnasts".

Y'all...

It's time to get serious.

This storm is getting worse.

Okay, we need to
move everything.

And I mean everything
we can to Mimi's

right now, okay?

Oh, Gruster.

Is that a normal thing
the sky does down here?

Did you ever see
The Wizard of Oz?

Amanda!

Amanda!

Amanda?

Where are you?

Frank Junior subscribed
to the myth of the Lone Wolf.

He thought he didn't
need nobody but himself.

But the truth is,

the lone wolf never survives
the wilderness alone.

Don't do this, Amanda.

Don't divorce me.

I need you.

I don't like the look
of things out there.

No, ma'am.

I told Frank Senior years ago
to trim that tree.

Don't tell me.
He didn't listen?

Well, that's not good.

What part?

Well, it looks like

the makings of
a wall cloud out there.

Why aren't they ringing
the tornado siren?

It's not a good sign.

It ought to be going off
right now.

Who are you calling?

The mayor's office.

That man is sleeping on the job.

Yeah, well, I'm not sure
he was ever awake.

No one's picking up.

Maybe, uh, maybe they're
already sheltering.

That's a howling wind.

And it's getting worse.

Someone ought to do something.

Yeah, someone ought to.

I'm that someone,
aren't I?

Well, what does your gut say?

Atta girl.

You just march in there
and you talk to him

the way you talked to Clayton,

and he will be shaking
in his loafers.

Well, I can't leave you.

Oh, of course you can.
I know how to hunker down.

But what if--

Don't worry about me.

I'm harder than a rock and I've
been through twice as much.

Nancy had freed
her intuition.

And it was no longer
a whisper.

No longer a chatter.

No, ma'am.
It was a hollerin'.

Okay.

All right, all right.

Now go on, now. Go get. Get.

Whoa! Whoa!

Wild! I've never seen wind
like that.

Frankie? Wherever you are,
get inside.

Who are you with?

Okay, good. Stay there, and...

Argh. I lost her.

Cell towers must be down.

Frankie's safe with Sabrina.
They ran back to Mae's house.

What's happening?

We need to prepare.

For what?

Oh, Miss Nancy? Miss Nancy?

Esther, why hasn't the mayor
sounded the tornado sirens?

No one has permission.

The mayor needs
to authorize the call.

But he had an emergency.

This is an emergency!

Mae! Mae!

Mae!

I've been calling you.

Mae, it's time to go.
Mae?

Mae, we have to go.

Let's go.

We can't waste
another second, Esther.

People are in danger.
Our neighbors are in danger.

But we need
the mayor's approval.

We don't have it.

So what?

There's a protocol, Nancy.

We need his permission.

You might need his permission.

But I sure don't.