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I've always been a survivor.
You made sure of that.

But I'd be lying if I said these last
few months haven't taken their toll.

My boy moved out.

The love of my life
won't even look at me.

Thanks to that conniving wife of his,

but she won't even let
me come around no more.

In all my years on this earth, I
ain't never been so lonesome.

You poor sad thing.

The hell you mean?

Coming into my damn
nursing home and boohooing…

… "how lonesome you are."

I'm sorry, meemaw, but you're
the only one I can talk to about this.

This weak-ass woman in front
of me, not the grandchild I raised.

The Dixie I know fights
for what she wants.

What she's owed.

You know that blythe, she didn't just
steal your man, she stole your whole life.

Yeah, I know that, but…
…she's got too much power.

Don in her pocket. Money, influence.

I mean, all of Nashville
high society on her side.

- All those things can be taken away.
- How?

By you exerting just a
little bit of your own power.

And what power do I have
that even compares to hers?

You got something she can't buy.

A voice.

Start using it to get what's yours
and burn that bitch down to the ground.

Yes, ma'am.

Hey, babe, you almost done in there?

I wanna take a shower
before I head to work.

- I just started my second wash.
- Okay, cool.

But I've gotta deep-condition, so it
shouldn't be more than 20 minutes.

Twenty minutes?

But I know something else
we can do in 20 minutes

- if you want to jump in and join me?
- I'm good.

I'll just shower at work.

You sure?

I'm sure.

Girl.

So, your man is standing there,
glistening before you, and you say no?

Please, god, make it stop.

Ooh, you need to be careful.

That's how it starts.

How what starts?

The ick.

No, I mean, look at him.

How could you possibly get the ick?

I'm not talking about looks.

He moved in unexpectedly, and
that can be a lot to take in all at once.

It's just until he finds a place of his own.

Well, you need to tell him to hurry it up

because there is no
coming back from the ick.

You've barely had any of the cake.

So that's it?

Dinner's over?

Well, there's cake?

It's our fifth anniversary, Tanner.

Did you want the cobbler?

You know what I wanted.

Now we're gonna lose the
deposit at Dolly's new hotel.

Hold up, what-what deposit?

For the wedding.

- But I haven't even proposed.
- I am well aware.

Look, I don't know how
much longer I can stay

in this relationship if
it isn't going anywhere.

I need a ring or I need out.

Ilana, are you okay?

My god. Are you choking?

I-I put the engagement ring in the cake.

I got you. Spit it out, babe.

Did I get it?

My god. Somebody call 911!

911, what's your emergency?

A woman's choking.
She's coughing up blood!

Guys, make some space. All
right, make some space, guys.

Give her some room to
breathe, please. Back up.

- Back up.
- Come on, baby, stay with me.

- I'm so sorry.
- Sir, I need you to step aside

- so we can help her.
- You gotta save her.

It's all my fault. I hid a ring in the cake.

- Why would you do that?
- I was proposing.

It was supposed to be romantic.
I-I wanted to surprise her.

Seems like you did.

Don't worry, we'll take it from here.
Guys, let's get her on the ground.

- Yeah.
- I got her.

I-I tried to give her the heimlich,
but she just kept coughing up blood.

- What's her name?
- Ilana.

Hey, Ilana.

Baby, I'm so sorry. I love you so much.

Sir, I'm gonna have
you step back, all right?

My team needs to work.

Blue, let's do something
about the lookie-loos.

Y'all, come on, give her some privacy.

Hey, Ilana, I'm roxie.

- How's your breathing?
- It hurts.

O2's 80%.

Yeah, it looks like you're
getting some air, but not enough.

I'm gonna take a look
down your throat, okay?

Tay, the scope.

Yeah, it's really in there.

Diamond must be embedded in
the tissue, which is starting to swell.

I think that's why she
was coughing up blood.

Hey, Tanner, what size
rock are we talking here?

She picked it out a few years
ago. It's four carats, gold band.

So big.

O2's dropping.

- Yeah, her airway's totally blocked.
- Can't you just yank it out?

No, that would cause a hemorrhage.

We're losing her, rox.

Yeah, this needs to come out right now.

But how are you gonna do it
without cutting up her throat?

- We don't.
- Crickit?

Crickit?

Okay. Hey, hey.

This next part you're not
gonna want to look at, all right?

Scalpel.

Making the incision.

Forceps.

Almost got it.

Okay.

There it is.

Hang on, almost there, Ilana.

Jesus Christ!

Ready to bag.

Let'start bagging her.

Come on. Come on, honey, wake up.

Okay, she's stabilizing.

Thank god.

Hey, good to see you again, Ilana.

You have a tube in your throat, so
you can't talk, but you're gonna be okay.

Let's travel her.

Baby, there's something I'd
like to ask you if you're up for it.

Can I?

I mean, it's a little worse for wear, but…

Ilana wilmers, will you marry me?

- "Yes." she said yes!
- Yay!

Congrats, man.

"But this isn't the Princess
cut we talked about."

Maybe we can trade it in.

All right, good job, 113. Let's load her up.

Tay, remind me to never get married.

In nothing be anxious, but in
everything by prayer and supplication.

Let your requests be
made known unto god.

Yes, no.

"And sup... "wait, no, sorry, excuse
me, "in supplication with Thanksgiving,

let your requests be
made known unto god.

And... "you're doing…".

- You're distracting me.
- That was good enough.

- Stop...
- come on, give it a break already.

No, this… Donnie, this is serious.

I mean, Mrs. Dawkins is…
…thinking about giving $30 million

to the new pediatric wing at the hospital.

And she's not gonna give it to you
if you can't remember philippians 4?

Well, she invited me to her Bible study.

These ladies have very deep pockets,

which they would consider dipping into.

But they want, you know, their money to
be taken care of by a good Christian woman.

Well, you are a good Christian woman.

You are a sexy Christian woman.

Okay, hold on. It's cammie.

It's cammie.

My god.

Okay, wait, hold on.

Hey. What's up?

Blythe. You sound out of breath.
Have you been working out?

No. What's going on?

Listen, have you been
on social media tonight?

No, not tonight. Not tonight.

Well, there's a song out.

It's going viral.

Everybody in town is reposting it.

Okay, so what does
that have to do with me?

It's by Dixie.

I really think you should hear
it. I'm gonna send it to you.

Okay.

- What'd she say?
- It's something about Dixie.

Lady b?

- Is that me?
- Are you kidding me?

She's talking about us?

How she know all this?

What scandal is she talking about?

Is all this true?

If y'all like that song, make
sure you hit the subscribe button

'cause I'll be back in the
studio soon on the next track

with even more juicy secrets.

And even better, I'll unmask the evil bitch

who's hiding behind
that little question Mark.

She's gonna name and shame me?

That's right. I'm not
stopping till I'm done, done.

- See you soon.
- Did you hear that?

- "Done done"?
- Dondon.

She's talking to me.

Okay, hold on. She just…

She posted this two hours ago and
it's already got over a million likes.

Looks like Dixie finally
got her first big hit.

Yeah.

- Where are you going?
- To shut the bitch up.

- Blythe.
- You heard her.

She said she has more
skeletons to drag out.

This isn't just a diss track, it's blackmail.

I mean, do you even
realize what could happen

if she tells millions of people
all those things about us?

Well, it would be character
assassination, that's for sure.

It would be a whole lot more than that.

There would be a ton
of collateral damage.

The fundraiser for the pediatric ward?

It could fall apart!

And then lots of sick
kids won't get treatment.

Not to mention any event that I ever do

from now on when-when
a donor googles my name.

We-we built this foundation
from the ground up,

and I won't let Dixie tear it down!

She's not going to tear
anything down, not-not now.

Y-You said the same thing.

She-she's talking to me
at the end of the video.

- So?
- So she's got an angle.

She-she will make a demand
before she drops that next track.

We need to find out who her source
is and see how bad this thing could get.

And frankly, I'd like to know too. Is…

Is there anything else
you're not telling me?

- About what?
- I don't know. I just…

I'd like to know my-my wife's
secrets before the whole world does.

You do.

All the ones that matter.

Listen, I'm gonna call our pi and
have him start digging into the source.

Well, you better tell him to hurry
up because this is about to get ugly.

We are way past ugly.

This is war.

Okay, don't hate me for saying this,

but it's kind of a bop.

No wonder it already
has 12 million views.

Nothing tops the charts
faster than a diss track.

Think Drake, Kendrick.

Tupac and biggie.

So what are you guys gonna
do to make sure this doesn't end

with blood in the streets?

Yeah, cause y'all's mamas don't play.

I'm gonna talk to her after work.

I am staying the hell out of it.

Right there.

Doc? You've got a visitor.

Elena, what are you doing here?

Well, you know, I was in the
neighborhood getting some makeup samples.

Thought I'd stop in.

Unless you have to go rescue
someone with a mask stuck to their face.

Lately it's been like more
cake-based emergencies, so…

I know.

That woman who swallowed her own
engagement ring is all over my socials.

I feel like my algorithm
knows I'm into firefighters now.

Funny how mine keeps
pushing makeup videos.

Yeah, that's actually why I'm here.

You know, I couldn't stop thinking
about that girl having this huge scar

on her neck at her wedding.

Yeah.

You know, I was really
inspired watching you help her,

and it gave me an idea

that I want to make a tutorial for my
followers on how to cover up scars.

Aw, I think that's beautiful.

I'm glad, because I want to
partner with a medical professional,

you know, so I don't
give the wrong advice.

Smart.

And I want someone who
is charismatic, photogenic…

And I know just the person.

- I thought you would.
- Yeah, her name is Samantha hart.

She's an er surgeon.

She's a big fan of yours, actually.

She's our lieutenant's wife.

I remember, yeah.

I signed a-a makeup kit for her.

Yeah, she's great. I'll text
you her information right now.

I appreciate that, roxie.

Well, it was good to see you again.

Yeah, it was good to see you.

Let me know if you ever wanna
settle that hot chicken debate.

Mama's or fiery frank's.

There's no debate. Fiery
frank's is the hottest in town.

Period.

Agree to disagree.

Well, I'll let you get back to work.

- Bye, everyone.
- Bye.

Bye.

What?

Rox, we really thought we were
gonna have to get the co2 out for you,

but you seemed to kill
the sparks all on your own.

Brutal.

Girl came all the way out here to
ask you out and you shut her down?

Y-You're imagining things.

Why are you being so resistant to this?

I mean, y'all vibe for real,

and you've been texting
with her for weeks.

Elena could really be somebody special.

Okay, the last thing I need in my
life right now is somebody special.

When was the last time
you had somebody special?

Back in New York.

She was smart, funny, and I
really don't want to get into it.

It's not like Elena's
asking you to get married.

Yeah, it's just chicken.

So like, don't be one.

You guys are bullies.

But you love us, though.

Fine, I'll call her.

- Happy?
- Yes!

You sure about this, Jesse?

The plan is foolproof, Beau.

That's the exact same thing you
said about the dynamite fishing

when you blew up my boat.

All I did was cut the forklift's brake line.

I mean, it's not like
anybody's gonna get hurt.

Except me!

I'm gonna get hurt when
you run over my foot.

Quit crying.

Nothing takes the sting out
like a sweet workers' comp claim.

What if we get caught?

You've been running your
mouth about this for weeks.

Nobody's gonna squeal on us.
Folks here look out for each other.

You can trust me. I
got this under control.

Eugene, watch out!

Can't stop, Eugene!

911, what's your emergency?

Eugene just got crushed
in a freak accident!

- This way. He's over here.
- What happened?

We still aren't sure, but it
was definitely an accident.

Howard hit the brakes on
the forklift and it just didn't stop,

pinned Eugene up against the wall.

Rox, check him out for
possible crush injuries.

Ry, blue, see if you
can get that thing off him.

On it.

Right. Here they come, sir.

Lifepak.

Just hang in there, sir.
We're going to help you.

- Who was driving this thing?
- I was, but it wouldn't stop.

He'll be all right.

I know y'all from somewhere?

Y'all came out when we lost our boat.

Freak dynamite incident.

Can you move your
hands for me, Eugene?

Okay, that's good. Just hang in there.

- It's hard to breathe.
- I'm so sorry, Eugene.

I promised I hit the brakes.
I swear I hit the brakes.

It's okay. It's okay.

Just stay calm. I'm
putting you on a lifepak.

- How we doing, rox?
- Good news is he can still move his limbs.

It doesn't look like the
blades punctured him

or that he has crush injuries,
but he's struggling to breathe.

I don't think his lungs can
expand with all this pressure.

- Let's get this thing off of him.
- No can do, cap.

Howard said they tried to
move it earlier and it got stuck.

Yes sir, that's correct.

Yeah, the blades are probably
stuck in the rebar and the concrete.

Let's try and dig out around,
see if we can roll this back.

- Yes, sir.
- Yeah.

Poor Eugene. Part of
me feels responsible.

You are responsible.

We've got to hurry.

He's running out of air.

Blade is as free as it's gonna get.

Let's give it a shot.

All right. Hold him steady.

Howard, let's roll it back.

Nice and easy.

Pull him back. Let's go.

- Kill it! Kill it! Whoa, whoa!
- Crap.

- Engine died.
- Damn!

Hey, Eugene. Eugene, wake up!

Okay, O2 is at 81% and dropping.

Patient's asphyxiating, cap.

Tay, let's get him on O2.

- Yeah.
- All right, new plan.

Bring in the engine!

Hurry, hurry, let's hustle.

Okay.

Line's secure.

Hit it.

It's working. The blades are coming out!

Keep going. He's almost free!

- That's it, you're clear!
- Yep, no impalement.

Both blades missed him. All
right, let's get him on the stretcher!

Yep, easy, easy. Coming down.

There you go.

Okay.

Great, O2 is rising.

Here we go.

Thank god.

What happened?

You lost consciousness there for a
second, but you're gonna be okay.

Can you take this off
of me? I don't need it.

Do you think I'll be able to work?

Not for a while, buddy.

All right, let's travel him.

All right, 113, we're on the
move. Move that truck back.

Go get the chain.

Excuse me, there's
something we got to say.

- Okay, can it wait?
- No, ma'am, I'm afraid it can't.

It's about the accident.
Those brake lines that failed...

yeah, you've been complaining
about them for months.

The truth is, I did more
than just complain...

yeah, and you tried to warn us…

- Okay.
- …And management did nothing.

So now the company's
gonna have to pay.

Did you see that?

- Yeah.
- He winked!

- I saw it.
- Son of a bitch snaked our score!

I told you you talk too much!

I don't even wanna know.

By prayer and supplication
with Thanksgiving,

let your request be
made known unto god.

Very nice, blythe.

I believe that was word perfect.

Thank you, Mrs. Dawkins.

I-I-I wanted to get it right.

Well, please call me
Vivian, and you know

you don't actually have to
have the verses memorized.

I-I thought that that's what y'all
always did in your Bible study.

That's what Vivian lets folks
believe, to keep out the faint of heart.

But most of the time
we just gossip instead.

That's not true, Nina.

Well, fine, then I won't
tell you what I just heard.

Well. It's mostly true.

Either way, I'm just, I'm so
grateful for your generous pledge

for the new pediatric wing at the hospital.

It means so much to
the Raleigh foundation.

Of course, anything for the children.

So what was it?

- What did you hear?
- An earworm?

Listen to this.

My au pair told me about it.

Okay, so apparently some
washed-up singer wrote a hate track

about someone in Nashville society.

And now everyone's
trying to figure out who it is.

Cheating, shoplifting, drugs, whoever
this is will have some explaining to do.

Well, whoever this is, is
gonna have to move to timbuktu.

She's finished.

Yeah.

- Excuse me, y'all.
- Take it, dear.

Charlie, please tell me that you found out

who's, giving Dixie all my secrets.

Right now, all I can tell you is that
someone close to you is betraying you.

I mean, let's face it, blythe,
not many people know

about your teen klepto
days or that incident at Yale.

I know, not even Donnie.

You know, it's especially
curious. Since your father and I had

those records sealed years ago.

Okay, so… okay…

So, what-what do you
suggest that I do next?

Maybe you can have your
lawyer put a gag order on her.

Well, I tried to, but they said that I
had to prove it's a slander, which...

it's not.

Have you talked to her, asked her
what she wants to make this go away?

No. Donnie and I haven't had the
stomach enough to sit down with her yet.

Well, in my professional
opinion, it's time you did.

All right, diss track
number two, take five.

All right, Sammy, let's
take it from the top.

And, try bringing in the
drums on "legs open all day."

Okay.

Hey, Sammy.

- Hey, blue.
- Hi, mama.

Hey, baby. One second.

Hey.

Sammy, let's take five.

- Maybe grab me a ginger tea.
- Sure thing, boss.

You know what I call that?

Respect.

It's amazing how one
viral hit changes everything.

That's kind of why I came.

- I want you to stop this.
- I'm in the middle of a session.

I'm begging you, please
don't drop another diss track.

And why not?

'Cause the last one
really hurt dad and blythe.

Yeah, well, the truth
usually does, doesn't it?

Just wait till they hear the next one.

You keep going, you'll destroy any
chance I have with this new family.

Don't you get it?

I am not the one trying to destroy it.

- They are.
- That's not true.

God, their so-called "rules"
say we all can't so much as be

in the same room together.

I could defy them and show up anyway.

Well, what does that mean?

Me and your father in a
screaming match at your wedding?

And how about the
birth of your first child?

You are gonna have to
choose your father or me

every time and break
your mama's heart or Don's.

Now, does that seem nice?

- I hadn't thought that far out.
- Yeah, well, I have.

And believe it or not, son, I am not trying

to destroy your chance at a family.

I'm trying to save it.

How?

You do not need to worry
yourself with that right now.

You just need to let your mama cook.

- Moment of truth, Elena.
- Moment of truth.

We have fiery frank's, which you've so
mistakenly claimed is the hottest in town.

And Lily's hot chicken, which is
about to melt your pretty little face off.

Yeah, right.

All right, let's do this.

Hold on, we need a system
to keep each other honest.

A truth serum. Whoever
needs it to cool down, loses.

You brought your own milk?

- Is that psycho?
- Not, if you're serious about spice.

- Wow.
- All right.

I hope you're ready to
touch up your makeup

because you're gonna
be crying spicy tears.

Enjoy frank's.

I will.

- My god!
- Watch this.

No sweat.

There it is.

- That's crazy.
- A little bit of sweat.

You're hyperventilating.

Drink your milk, girl.

Wow.

It's torture.

I can't feel my lips.

So I guess… …I can't handle
yours and you can't handle mine.

So what does that mean? It's a tie?

I think it means we've met our match.

Also, this may just be the spice talking,
but I feel so connected to you right now.

- Yeah, chances are it's the spice.
- What do you mean?

Capsaicin releases endorphins,
which are a bonding agent.

So you're saying we have chemistry.

I'm saying we're feeling
what chemistry tells us to.

Boy, you're a real romantic.

And it pretty much
went downhill from there.

I don't know how I got on a rant

about sweat glands and pheromones,
but she was definitely leaning out.

Roxie, no.

And it's a bummer too, because
we were really hitting it off.

Until you sabotaged it.

Why would I blow something
up that was going so well?

I don't know.

Because it was going so well.

Stupid.

Hey, that girl you were
telling us about at the firehouse

from New York, what was her name?

Anjuli.

Tell me about her.

She was a Broadway
playwright and she was brilliant.

Witty.

I was crazy about her.

- I was gonna marry her.
- No way.

Yep.

I had the ring and everything.

What happened?

What happened is, it turns out she
was sleeping with her stage manager.

Girl, I'm so sorry.

I'm used to it.

All relationships end in a ball of fire.

Hey, blue, we're trying to
have a conversation here.

I'm sorry. Was that too loud?

- A little bit.
- My bad.

Y'all want some smoothie, ginger-carrot?

I'm good. Thanks, blue.

And it still hurts to talk about her.

I'm just not...

babe!

Sorry, just cleaning it.

You haven't talked to him
about moving out, have you?

I'm getting to it.

911, what's your emergency?

I'm stuck.

Stuck where?

On the floor. I kind of
fell and now I can't get up.

Okay, I'm gonna get you help.

- Tell me your name and address.
- Joe, Joe kenton.

34 old port Lane.

Apartment 1… 1c.

Hi, Joe, I'm cammie. Help is on the way.

Do you have any
preexisting health conditions?

You could say that.

Joe's in 1c. He's a bit of a shut-in.

I hadn't seen him since
the day he moved in.

Joe.

Nashville fd. We're here to help.

In here.

I'm roxie. You must be
Joe. How are you feeling?

I banged my shoulder pretty good on
the coffee table, but mostly embarrassed.

There's nothing to be
embarrassed about, sir.

Accidents happen. Let's get him up.

- Ry, blue, will you give him a hand?
- Yeah.

Watch the glass, blue.

Yeah, reardon, we're gonna
need that bariatric transport...

bring the corner of that couch over.

Watch the leg.

- There you go.
- Doc.

If Chloe could see me now.

- Sir, you want us to call her?
- No, she's my ex.

I-I know what you're all thinking,
but I didn't always look like this.

- No one's thinking that, Joe.
- Yeah, yeah, I would be.

We're gonna check you out, okay?

I moved in here when
Chloe broke up with me.

- Then I let myself go.
- Relationships are hard.

Trust me, I get it.

Are you experiencing
any pain after the fall?

- I guess in my arm a little.
- Tay, check it.

Chloe said she didn't want to stand by
and watch me sabotage the relationship.

I had commitment issues.

Hey, Joe, can you lift your arm for me?

You must have cut yourself in the fall.

What's that? Is that my
blood? But… …why is it white?

It looks like milk or something.

- Tay, check his blood glucose.
- No.

- All right, just take a deep breath, Joe.
- All right, quick pinch, Joe.

Ready? One, two, three.

598.

Is that bad?

It means that Insulin deficiency
is causing fat to release

into the bloodstream.

That's what's making the blood white.

It can lead to a heart attack or a stroke.

Even my blood's fat.

- Hey.
- Good job, Joe.

- This is it. My rock bottom.
- No, no, no, no.

Starting right now, I'm gonna…

- Joe.
- Ry.

Can you smile for me?

Lopsided smile.

Cap, I think he's having a stroke.

A stroke? I gave myself a stroke?

Good news is we're
still in the golden hour.

Cap, we need to get him
to the hospital right now.

All right, you heard her. Let's hustle up.

What?

All right. One, two, lift.

All right, now put him
down nice and easy.

All right, let's go! Let's go!

Yep. Okay, here we go.

Okay, okay. Back, back, back, back.

Try. Give that a go.

All right. Stop, stop, stop.

Back, back.

Okay, cap, we're not
getting through this door.

Then we make it bigger.

Let's go. Let's go.

- How are we feeling, Joe?
- Not so good.

- Tay, administer the tpa.
- Yeah.

We gotta hustle, boys.
Just a little more should do it.

Okay, Joe.

This medication is gonna break up the
clot that's causing you to have a stroke.

It's hopefully gonna buy us a few
more minutes to get you to the hospital.

There we go! Let's move it!

Got it?

Nice.

Just hang on, Joe.

So bright.

Haven't been outside in years.

I'm sorry about that.

No, it feels good.

Joe, your smile's looking better.

You sound better too.

What does that mean?

It means the medicine is working

and we're gonna get you to the
hospital inside of the golden hour.

Am I gonna be okay?

Yeah, I really hope so.

- Dix, thanks for coming.
- Yeah, of course.

You know, usually when you
invite somebody to your family table,

you offer them something
a little stronger than water.

Yeah, well, we've all seen
you drink and we'd like you

- to remember this conversation.
- Blythe.

So, what shall we talk about?

- Your sorry excuse for a song.
- You didn't like that?

Well, it's a good thing millions
of my new followers disagree.

And you should see
some of these comments.

"Tell us who this bitch lady b is."

We want names.

"Give us the face." You know, and so on.

We know there's something
you want from both of us.

Do you now?

You ended your last
message with "done, done."

Well, I knew you would
catch that, dondon.

We've always had a
very special connection.

What's your price?

What's it gonna take to
make all this go away?

A million bucks.

One million dollars?

One million was what I was
gonna say until I hit 20 million views

on YouTube and now my label thinks
this next track is gonna be even bigger.

So now it's two million.

So this is… it's all about money?

No, there is one other form of
payment that I would be willing to accept.

- And what is that?
- End this banishment.

Let me back into the firehouse, to family
gatherings, to the parties with our boys.

That's what this is about?

Look, I am not gonna lie, Don.

It hurts being alone.

I want us to be a family.

I mean, a messed up one at
that, but aren't they all anyway?

And that would end this?

Yeah. That would end this.

What do you think?

I'd rather pay the two million dollars.

Well, either way, it is a bargain to
spare you from what's coming next.

- Wanna hear what my next track is about?
- Not really.

It's about everything she
got up to, and on top of,

during the break in her perfect marriage.

Each verse is about a different guy.

- How many verses are we talking about?
- You'll get to hear it soon enough.

Do you know? My
favorite is the last verse.

"Lady b likes her first responder,

but Mr. Old money has
been around much longer."

Well, I can see you
two have a lot to discuss.

But I expect an answer
by Friday or the song drops.

And so does the question Mark.

Because my public wants
names and, you know,

you gotta give the public what they want.

Roxie. What are you doing here?

I just wanna talk.

Come in.

Whoa, what happened?

I'm making that video
that I told you about,

showing people how
to cover up their scars.

Yeah.

It's awesome.

God knows we all have them.

So, what do you wanna talk about?

The other day, I know
the chicken date got weird.

It's nobody's fault.

Sometimes it's just bad chemistry, right?

I see what you did there.

I deserve that.

Look, I think we do
have chemistry, okay?

Like a lot of chemistry.

This past month
we've been texting and…

I haven't laughed this
much in a long time.

So then why did you tank the date?

Because I was afraid.

And I do what I do.

Sabotaged it.

So then why are you here now?

Today, we got this call where
somebody was making choices.

Choices that were cutting him
off from special things in his life.

And I don't wanna do that.

What I'm trying to say is…

Would you go on another
date with me, Elena?

… you're really making me sweat here.

Okay, please don't talk
about your glands again.

Yes, I'll go on another date with you.

But on one condition.

- Name it.
- I need a model for my video.

- Okay, deal.
- Okay.

- Damn, we have a problem.
- What?

You look way too sexy with a scar.

Shut up.

I'm so ready for bed.

I am bone-tired.

- What the hell is that?
- Growth helmet.

But… a-are you losing your hair?

No, and I don't intend to.

So, why-why do you have it?

Because it's my secret weapon
to maximize thickness and luster.

I guess now that we're living together,
you're figuring out all my dirty secrets.

Listen, I'm not so
sure that's a good thing.

What do you mean?

I mean that you need
to find a new place.

You're kicking me out? Why?

[Because I don't think that seeing
what's behind the proverbial shower curtain

is the best thing for our relationship yet.

You mean my hair care regimen.

That and the singing and the blending

- and the whistling.
- Wow.

It's all kind of been giving me the ick.

- Wait, are you breaking up with me?
- No.

That's-that's what I'm trying to avoid.

Because you can't
come back from the ick.

Well, that's not true.

- Give me your hand.
- For what?

Your hand.

Feel the thickness?

- So thick.
- Silky texture?

It's so silky.

You still feeling the ick?

No.

- You still want me to move out?
- God, yes.

Hey, do you mind
making me one of those?

Mr. Old money. Patrick, right?

You don't belong here.

- Don.
- What?

I thought you didn't wanna know what
happened while we were separated.

I didn't.

Did you really go back
and sleep with him?

Don, you see what
she's doing here, right?

I mean, she's using this
whole thing to come between us.

I mean this is… this is… this
is exactly what she wants.

You didn't answer my question.

Yes, I did.

Guy is a… he is a scumbag.

Who's got nothing on Dixie.

Listen, we both went
back to our first loves.

At least I didn't get knocked
up while I was doing it.

You always could cut like a
knife. I suppose it's normal, right?

To have a, certain pull
towards your, first love?

Well, you would know, wouldn't you?

What are you saying, blythe?

I think you like having her around.

I saw you in there.

I mean, you actually want to bring
that vampire back into our lives.

This has nothing to do with what I want.

It has to do with dealing with
the reality of our situation as it is.

Cut the crap.

You and I both know that the only
reason that she's doing all of this

is because she actually thinks
that she has a shot with you.

And you entertain it.

Admit it.

You kinda like it.

You think I like Dixie?

Like a drug you can't quit.

You're out of your mind.

Where are you going?

Out.