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You think I like Dixie?

Like a drug you can't quit.

- Where are you going?
- Out.

Dix, thanks for letting me stop by.

Beautiful studio.

Where is everybody?

Our next session ain't
for a couple more hours.

You know, I like to come
in early and own my space.

You know you're breaking the rules
doing this without a chaperone, don't you?

Since when are you one
to care about the rules?

Wait, does wifey even know you're here?

What she doesn't know
is not gonna hurt her.

Ooh.

Naughty, naughty.

This war you started with
blythe over this stupid diss track,

it needs to end.

Come on now.

We both know this war
started long before this track.

Wow, blythe must be really suffering
for you to come all the way out here,

hat in hand.

She's not the only one who's suffering.

- It's hurting me too.
- Aw.

Dixie, you need to shut this
down now before it's too late.

Yeah?

Or what are you gonna do?

It's about damn time.

Dad?

Have you been sleeping here?

I don't know how much
sleeping I did. I just…

Wh-what are you doing here?
You don't have a shift today.

I moved out of Taylor's apartment.

Did y'all break up?

No, we're good. Terrific, actually.

But in order to keep it that way, we
want to give each other some space.

Yeah, I got a new place lined up,
but I don't get the keys till Friday,

so b shift captain told me I
could crash here until then.

- If that's okay with you?
- Yeah, of course.

Dad, you doing okay?

I'm good.

Then why are you crashing
here on your day off?

Mama's diss track
causing problems at home?

I'm sorry. If you need
an ear, I'm here for you.

That's nice of you, but I think
it's probably best to keep it

between blythe and me.

Maybe you should talk to her about it?

Well, as it happens, we're
not speaking right now.

Not so much as a text
since I left the house.

Well, like some wise folks recently
told me, the phone works both ways.

- Hello?
- Hey.

Just making sure you're
not bleeding out in the woods.

I'm alive.

Listen… …things got out
of… out of hand last night.

Yeah, well, I agree.

I know I didn't have the best reaction
when Dixie said her next song's

about your old hookups.

Patrick, you mean.

I'm not proud of the way I acted.

We're all human, right?

I mean, even Donald hart.

It just broadsided me, all right?

Y-Y-You said you
told me all your secrets.

I said all the ones that matter.

Please don't do that now. All right?

I am trying to own my side of this.

Then why don't you own
the most important part?

Which is what?

That you like having her around,

and that you haven't lost
whatever the hell it was

that you had with her.

It's about damn time.

That is not true, and it is not helpful.

Her next song drops in two days,
and we need to solve this together.

You gave up "together"
when you walked out last night.

So, what are you gonna do?

Whatever it takes.

- Can we bring the house lights up, please?
- Lights going up.

What's going on, Noah?

The rig is feeling wobbly.

It doesn't look wobbly.

Well, it feels like it's tilting.

And does anyone else
notice a weird smell?

Smell? I don't smell anything.

It's probably just the fog machine.

Listen, I know what's going
on. It's a new tour, right?

There's gonna be a massive crowd
tomorrow. Some nerves are to be expected.

I don't think it's nerves, Ashton.

I just want to make sure it's
safe for me and all of the fans.

Don't worry, Noah.

The engineers have tested
that rig seven ways to Sunday.

You have my word… …everyone
is gonna be totally safe.

Ashton!

Somebody help him, please!

My god.

Help!

Can anybody hear me? Please help!

Help, please! Can someone help us?

Nashville fd.

Hang in there, ma'am.
We're here to help.

I'm fine. Just help them.

We can take care of both at
once. EMT, start giving first aid.

Get O2 masks on everybody.

Something's airborne.

You two, up that ladder.

See if you can get on the catwalk,
find a place to rappel down to her.

- Sure thing.
- What could have done this?

We're gonna try and figure that out.

Hey, sir, can you hear me?

What happened?

You're okay. You lost consciousness.

I'm giving you some air. Just breathe in.

Careful with this.

Hang in there. They're coming.

I'm giving you some oxygen.
Take some slow, deep breaths.

She's disoriented and
foaming at the mouth.

I think she had a seizure.

Yeah, I'm guessing all of them did.

The question is why.

Cap, we got chloramine gas in here.

Why the hell would they
have chloramine gas?

By accident I'm betting.

It's what happens when
you mix bleach and ammonia.

You get a toxic airborne event.

Anyone that can travel,
start moving them out now.

Sir, right up here.

Watch your step, sir. Take it slowly.

You're good.

Patient on the move.

Why would they use all of
those heavy-duty products?

- It doesn't make sense.
- It makes perfect sense.

It's the only way to get the fog
machine residue off the floor.

- How do you know that?
- Spent two summers working

as a roadie for my mom.

You guys, I don't feel so good.

Nowak, can you jump down
from the top? Talk to me.

We're trying, but there's
no catwalk up here.

We're still trying to make our way...

you good?

I'm good.

She's about to seize, cap.

If she falls in that harness,
it could strangle her.

We need to get her down now.

Anybody know how to work this thing?

Cap.

Okay, that's not it.

Damn it.

Cap, we need to get her down now!

All right, get ready, get
ready. Let's get these stairs.

Blue, what'd you do?

One thing you learn as a roadie,
when all else fails, try unplugging it.

Nice work. All right, she's coming down.

Let's make sure we
got oxygen ready for her.

All right. I've got O2 right here.

Hey, Noah. I've got some oxygen for you.

Just take deep breaths.

You're gonna be okay.
I'm a huge fan, by the way.

Free tickets for life.

Okay.

How have you been feeling, Sam?

I've been a little bit queasy,
but mostly just very tired.

A few wild cravings as well.

That's all very normal for ten
weeks, but no pain or bleeding?

No, so far so good.

Great. Then all we have left for
today is for you to meet your baby.

- Here we go.
- Here we go.

Is that the… that's our
baby's heartbeat, Ryan.

The blood test also
revealed the sex of your baby.

Would you like to know at this time?

I do if you want to know.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah.

It's a little girl.

It's a girl?

- We're having a baby girl.
- My god. My god.

My god.

I do have to check one more thing.

For patients with a
heart-shaped uterus like yours,

we need to make sure the
embryo is properly implanted.

- Okay.
- So, let's take a look.

Okay.

Please, god.

Good news. Baby looks
securely attached in the left horn,

and sac measures a
good size for her age.

Thank god.

Dr. Ribas, why are
you capturing images?

What is that?

We should get you over to Dr. Pailoor.

Who is that?

He's an oncologist.

- Hey, cammie.
- Hey yourself.

Why are you still in pajamas?

Are we supposed to do something?

Yeah, we have reservations at the fig.

Shoot, can we take a rain check?

I just… I haven't been
sleeping very much.

Yeah, I can see that.
What's all over your hands?

So somebody's feeding
Dixie all my secrets.

That she's using for her diss track?

Yes, and I need to figure out who it is,

because she's threatening to release
more and they're gonna get worse and worse.

And I need to know what they've got,

so that I can decide what
to do about her demands.

Well, who are your suspects?

The only people on
earth that know the secrets

that Dixie's mentioned
so far are-are daddy.

And then pastor Rick 'cause
we went to him for counseling.

My ex, Patrick.

My college roommate, Gina.

And then, well…

Who?

You.

- I'm a suspect?
- I don't know. Should you be?

Come on, just stop it.

Come here. Show me what you have.

Okay, so in black ink are all the secrets

that they know that came
out in Dixie's first song.

- Okay.
- And then the red ink are all the secrets

- they know but haven't come out yet.
- Okay, what's the green?

Any connection to Dixie.

Thoughts?

I really think Dixie
might be getting to you.

Of course she is. She's
trying to blow up my life.

Which is why maybe
the most sensible thing is

to give her what she wants.

I will not give her what she wants

so that she can just continue to
come back to the trough for more.

That's why I need to
identify who the source is.

Okay, all right. Who jumps out at you?

Well, that's the problem. Nobody. I
mean, nobody has a motive to hurt me.

Well, what about the one
who never got over you?

- Patrick?
- Yeah.

Patrick never forgave you
for marrying Don over him.

No. Yes, he did. He-he told me.

Patrick did? When?

We got together a few times
during Don and I's separation.

- What?
- Yeah.

You hooked up with Patrick?

As-as-as adults?

How come you never told me this?

Because I knew that this
would be your reaction.

I mean, listen, I made it very clear
that it was not going to go anywhere

and then I cut it off completely
once Don and I got back together.

Well, there's your motive.

You can see an eight-centimeter mass

on your left ovary here.

You're saying this is, cancer?

We don't want to jump to conclusions,

but I suggest doing an mri
and blood test immediately.

Today.

Hopefully, it's just a fibroma.

See, it's good news that
Dr. Ribas caught this early.

I'd be optimistic for a full recovery.

Well, what would be the treatment?

Given there's a fetus in utero,
you would have to go out of state.

But I know good
people in north Carolina.

But I'd suggest starting with surgery.

Likely a hysterectomy
and an oophorectomy.

So, I wouldn't just lose the baby,
we would never be able to have kids.

Sam, hey, that's not what they're saying.

What I'm hearing, doc, is
that this is just a big… big scare.

Yeah, given her health and family history,

I would say it's more likely than not.

Hey, we got this, all right?

We deal with big scares every day, right?

Right.

Dix.

Thanks for coming.

It's funny, I think I've seen you more

since you banished me
than all the years before.

Well, believe me, meeting you is
about the last thing I wanted to do today.

You know you're breaking the
rules, meeting me off leash, dondon.

Wait, does wifey even know you're here?

Ooh, naughty, naughty.

My god.

What?

I had a dream where you… you
pretty much said that verbatim.

Well, you know what I call that.

The universe.

It always did bring us together.

Wait, this dream you had wasn't
one of them sexy dreams, was it?

- My god, dondon, you bad boy.
- That's not what this is about.

This next track that you're gonna
release where y-you're gonna name blythe.

- It hits.
- I'm worried that if you keep this up, it…

It may actually come to that.

Look, blythe knows the deal.

If she wants her secrets buried,
either she gives me $2 million,

or she lets me be a part of your family.

I know my wife, and you
have backed her into a corner.

She is… she's never gonna kneel.

According to my sources, she is
very comfortable in that position.

Okay, dix, there has to
be something we can do

that can prevent this from
becoming world war III.

All right.

Unlike your worse half,
I can be reasonable.

I am texting you my new address.

- You moved?
- Yeah,

they found black mold in my damn
house, so my label's been putting me up

until they can get it dealt with.

You come by tomorrow
after your shift and see me.

And then what?

And then we make that little
dream of yours come true.

You want me to betray my wife?

Not nearly as bad as you betrayed me.

Just think about it, dondon.

One night and all
your problems go away.

But you know what the good news is?

We both know you want to anyway.

I can make you some tea.

- I can make it.
- Okay.

Sam, I know we're still
waiting for the results,

but I feel like we should talk
about what we're gonna do

after we get the call, before
we get the call, you know?

What's there to talk about?

Well, if it is… worst case, I
could take a leave of absence.

You're not gonna have to do that.

Yes, I would.

I'm not gonna have you
travel for surgery all alone.

You wouldn't need to do that because
I am not going to have the surgery,

no matter what the doctor says.

What?

Best-case scenario, I would
never be able to be a mom again.

You've always wanted kids, right?

There are other ways to become parents.

- We already are parents.
- Sam, please.

If they call and they say this is cancer,

we can win this battle, but
you gotta start fighting now.

And what about our baby
girl? Who's gonna fight for her?

You don't even know if this
pregnancy can go to term.

If you have a heart-shaped uterus,
the risk is high enough as it is, so…

Ouch.

Sam, I didn't mean it that way.

So what? We just give up, or...

no, we put our efforts into where we
have the biggest chance of success.

I can't do that.

Because the second that I
heard that little heartbeat, I…

I felt a love that I've never felt before.

So, if it is cancer, when she's born,
I will attack it with everything I have.

And if it's too late?

- And I lose you? I can't do that, Sam...
- it's not your decision to make.

- What's their name?
- Diana.

I'm Monica.

She texted me to meet at
group, but never showed.

Did you try calling her?

Yes, but she said she
was fine and hung up.

Well, what makes you
think she's in crisis?

Because we share our locations.

- Hello?
- Hi, Diana?

My name is cammie Raleigh
from Nashville emergency services.

I got your number from
Monica. She's worried about you.

She's sweet, but I'm fine.

Actually, while I have you
here, could you do me a favor?

Sure, honey, name it.

Could you shut down traffic
northbound on first street,

underneath the green street overpass?

Diana, I need to ask, are you
thinking about hurting yourself?

I am thinking about ending the pain.

Lorna, get fire to the
green street overpass.

Possible jumper. We
need a rescue cushion now.

No lights, no sirens.

Dispatch to fd. All available
units, please respond.

Talk to me, Diana. Why are
you up there on that bridge?

A year ago tonight, my husband died.

- Right here.
- I'm so sorry that happened, honey.

- He was picking me up from a honky-tonk.
- He…

A drunk driver crossed over the median.

What's the status on fire?

Closest available unit's 20 out.

There's a five-alarm
fire at pitt's truck stop.

It was all my fault.

Pitt's is only two minutes
away from that bridge.

Three fueling islands are
engulfed. They can't spare anybody.

Okay, new plan. Get on channel 19.

Tell all available trucks
to respond to that bridge.

What? I just said they
can't spare any trucks.

I don't need fire trucks.

I see you. Yes, on it.

Diana, I need you to know

that what happened to
your husband isn't your fault.

Yes, it was.

He had been begging me
to stop drinking for years,

and… well, I finally did,
the day after he died.

So, a lot of good that did him.

I was supposed to get
my one-year chip tomorrow.

I guess that's not happening.

Lorna, update?

They're on their way.
Keep her on the line.

- Diana.
- Bye, cammie.

Wait, Diana, wait.

I know what it's like.

No, you don't.

To be tormented every hour of every day

with grief and shame and guilt.

Yes. Yes, I do.

My husband choked right in front of me.

And my head was so foggy
with chardonnay that, at first,

it didn't seem like real life.

And I spent day and night
torturing myself just wondering if.

I could have saved him if
my head had been clearer.

I'm so sorry that happened to you.

Those evil thoughts that torment you,

they can feel all-consuming.

But I'm here to tell you
that eventually, they…

They give way to other ones,

of hope and peace.

And even happiness.

Are you happy?

I never thought I'd say this again,

but yes.

As a matter of fact, I recently went
on my first date since he passed.

Will you… will you tell me about it?

Well, we went to this outdoor dive,

and, it was way too loud,

but my date, Nick, he was hilarious.

And we danced under the stars.

Badly.

You do sound happy.

And you can be too, but
not if you jump, Diana.

How-how long has it been

since your husband died?

A little over three years.

Three year… I can't
do this for three years!

I can't.

Wait, Diana?

Diana!

Diana?

Cammie?

You did this?

You tricked me.

I had to give you another chance.

Whether you wanted it or not.

No, I know. I know it
sounds crazy, but I…

I regretted it the second
my hand left the rail.

It's not crazy. We hear
that a lot from jumpers.

The ones that survive.

That's why I had to do
whatever I could to stop you.

Thank you.

One night, all your problems go away.

We both know you want to anyway.

This is blythe. Leave a
message, and I'll call you back.

Damn it, blythe.

Call me back. I really need to talk to you.

One way or another.

This is blythe. Leave a
message, and I'll call you back.

Patrick? You son of a bitch.

God, how long has it been?

I shudder to think.

How's your family?

- They're good.
- Yeah?

Julie and the girls are good.

How can you still look the same?

- Better than the same.
- No, well, you're not so bad yourself.

It has been a long time since I got
an evening text from blythe Raleigh

wanting to get together.

This isn't one of those times.

Okay.

So, what is this about?

Are you familiar with
the name Dixie bennings?

She's Don's crazy ex, right?

Yeah. Have you ever spoken to her?

I mean, has she… has
she ever reached out?

No. Why?

What's going on?

This is that song that everyone
in town's been talking about.

My god, this is about you.

And every misdeed I committed
before I was 21 years old.

Yeah, well, she's a piece of work.

And…

She name-checks you in the next song.

- What?
- Yeah.

She's got a whole 'nother
diss track ready to go,

and in it, she mentions every guy
that I was with when we were separated,

and you…

You get your own verse.

- She can't put that out there.
- Well, she will.

I mean, unless I pay
her a queen's ransom.

Then pay it. My name
cannot be mixed up in this.

Why does it matter? I mean,
I'm the one that was married.

Julie and I were already dating.

You were together?
You never told me that.

Well, we were. And she will divorce me.

- You were cheating on your wife with me?
- She wasn't my wife then.

Whatever this bitch
wants, you give it to her.

You don't even know her price.

I don't care what the price
is. I will go in with you 50-50.

I don't care how much.

I hate that you're this guy.

The guy who doesn't
wanna lose everything?

The guy that Don said you were.

Okay, Rosie. I know you can do this.

All right.

Crawl to mommy!

Come.

Don't worry about the loud noise.

It's just Mr. Woods cutting his grass.

Just try it. Push.

You're almost doing it, come on.

Show mommy how strong you are.

Push up so you can crawl to mommy.

Come on, Rosie. Don't give up.

Don't you want all those snooty
mommies in the baby class

to know that you're just as good
as Harper and perfect little Sienna?

That I didn't fail as a mom just
because they started crawling weeks ago?

Hey?

I'm sorry, Rosie. Those are
mommy's intrusive thoughts.

They don't need to be yours.

You'll crawl when you're ready.

I love you just the way you are.

That's it! You're doing it, Rosie.

Great job. Push up!

Push up, and I know
you'll break through.

Mr. Woods!

What are you doing?

Stop! Stop the mower!

Stop!

Mr. Woods, stop!

Help!

Somebody, help!

A cardiac arrest has been detected
by our client's medical device.

We haven't been able to contact them.

What's their name and address?

The guy's name's Richard woods,
78 years old, history of heart attacks.

Dispatch doesn't know
where he is in the house.

Mr. Woods? Nashville fd.

Help! Help me!

- You hear that?
- Out back.

Somebody help!

Please, help us!

Kill the engine! Kill that engine!

Dispatch, we found the cardiac victim.

You better send another bus. Looks
like we got a trauma patient here.

Copy you, captain.

Doc, I don't got a pulse.

All right, let's get him down and start cpr.

- Ma'am, you okay?
- My baby!

- My little girl, she's under the mower!
- Baby?

- Ry!
- Yeah, yeah. On it, cap.

- Got her?
- Yeah, yeah.

Please be okay, Rosie!

You got her? You got
her? You got the baby?

She's okay.

- She's… she's okay. She's unharmed.
- Thank god.

She was just a little trapped.
You held it off. You saved her life.

You do have a big gash
on your leg though. Tay?

Looks like the bumper
tore into you pretty good.

Why don't you come with me
and we'll get you on a stretcher,

and then we can check you out, okay?

Whoa! Stop, stop,
stop! This thing's sizzling.

Hands must have melted onto the hood.

You kept your hands there
even when they were burning?

- I had to protect my baby.
- Well, protect her you did, mama.

All right, Taylor, clean the wound,
and tourniquet as tight as you can.

- On it, doc.
- Looks like the femoral artery.

- What's your name?
- Clara.

Clara, I'm roxie. I'm gonna give you
some morphine for the pain, okay?

No, you can't. I'm allergic to opioids.

- Rox.
- All right.

Just give me one second,
Clara. Taylor's got you.

How much time has
she got with that bleed?

Not long without a transfusion.

Tourniquet is set and prepped for travel.

We need to cut
something to set her free.

The question is if it's metal or flesh.

Flesh is gonna cut a lot faster.

Cooling the metal should help
release the tissue a little bit.

Are you sure you want to
do this without pain meds?

I couldn't have them
when I gave birth either.

She's gonna be right here the whole
time, all right? We're waiting for you.

She's waiting for you.

- It's okay, Rosie. Mama's gonna be okay.
- Baby's all good.

That's right. Okay?

Ready?

You got this.

Here we go.

It's all right. Breathe, breathe.

All right, Taylor, let's wrap her hand.

Yep.

- Okay.
- One hand down, one to go.

- We're almost there.
- Baby's doing good.

You ready?

All right.

Good.

- You did good.
- All right.

Radioed to St. Ray's. They've
got blood ready for a transfusion,

and docs are prepped to do a skin graft.

And they should be able
to save your hands, Clara.

We'll call your husband to meet us there.

Thank you.

See, Rosie?

Mommy's gonna be okay.

How is she smiling?

I mean, the pain must be killing her.

Never underestimate a mother's will.

So, what are your thoughts?

Thoughts I'd rather not
put into words right now.

So…

What do you intend to do?

I don't know, because if I pay her,
she'll dangle it over my head forever,

- and if I don't…
- and if you don't…

If you don't, what? What's
she gonna tell people?

"She was shoplifting when she was 14.
She screwed up when she was in college"?

She's got more up her sleeve.

And it'll cut deeper.

How deep we talking?

Her next song is about
Don and I's separation,

who else I saw, while we were apart.

You "saw"?

It will cause a frenzy, and there's no way

that there won't be blowback
on you and the Raleigh name.

- Blythe, blythe...
- I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry that I have to
even bring it to your attention.

- And I'm ashamed.
- No.

Blythe, would you just
stop for a damn second?

You got nothing to be ashamed about.

You think I give a damn who
you slept with 20 years ago?

If it gets out, daddy, there will
be people whispering about you

behind your back in every
single room that you walk into.

Let 'em cluck.

Hey.

You're my daughter,

and you are the strongest person I know.

Right now, I don't feel that way.

Just remember who you come from.

You.

Not me.

Your mama. Mary Lou.

And you know what
Mary Lou would have done

if some hussy tried to
hold her over a barrel?

She would have made it hurt.

She would have
scorched the damn earth.

Now, you want my advice?

Whatever this woman
wants, don't give it to her.

I wish it was that easy.

But someone's feeding her
all this dirt, someone close.

- Who?
- I… I-I have no idea.

Well, the circle can't be that big.

Well, I mean, I put together a list.

It's-it's all the friends and
family that… who could know.

You know what I see?

You're missing one suspect.

Who?

Sam, you home?

I'm in the guest room.

I picked up a pizza.

Figured we wouldn't want to cook
while waiting for the test results.

Wow.

Hey. I know what you're gonna
say, that this is a little premature.

Actually, I'm thinking
how I never pegged you

for a "pink is for girls" kind of mom.

It is blush, for the record. Not pink.

I like it.

You don't think that I'm
getting ahead of myself?

No.

It's funny how life can
work sometimes, you know?

We had this woman who stopped, a
riding mower from going over her baby.

Yeah, she stood her ground
against an 18-horsepower engine

until it melted her hands to the hood.

Wow.

She had this iron look in
her eye, and I recognized it

because it's the same look that
you had on your face the other day.

How did it end for her?

She went through hell
for us to get her free,

but, Sam, you should have seen her
smile when she held her baby again.

And I was standing
there, and I was thinking,

"I cannot wait to see yours
when you're holding our baby girl."

So, you're with me on this?

No matter what the results are?

No matter what.

Okay.

Well, then grab a paintbrush.

Start painting, slacker.

Slacker? I just got here.

You know you're talking to a ha...

- I didn't… I didn't think that much…
- Sam!

- …was gonna come off.
- You think I won't retaliate

- 'cause you're pregnant?
- No! I am.

No. You can't because I am pregnant.

You think I… …Ryan! My god, no!

All right, stop, it!

What do you have in this box? Weights?

I think yours has my supplements.

Well, then, I definitely
have the hair products

'cause this box is a beast.

What can I say? I need
to look good for my girl.

How does it feel, b, to be
on your own for the first time?

Like a new man.

You guys can at least
wait until I leave the room.

You're still here?

- Good job.
- Is that it?

Yeah, you're doing great.

- Paint the wall!
- Hey! Easy. Easy. Hey.

- The problem is…
- no, no!

- …I got all the ammo.
- No way!

No, Ryan!

I was...

it's Dr. Pailoor.

Okay.

Blythe?

Blythe, you home?

Blythe? Where are you?

Blythe?

Wait, how-how did you know I was here?

I have my sources too.

God. What do you want?

I'm here to end this war.

All right. Come on in, then.

Wow.

You've really come up in the world.

This is for you.

I take it you went with the money option.

Yeah, you could say that.

Champagne on ice.

What's the occasion?

Figured I'd be celebrating
today. One way or another.

I want you to know
that it takes a big person

to know when they've been licked.

I mean, there's no shame in surrender.

I'm glad you think so.

But who said anything about surrender?

Come on, open it.

What is this?

A bill of sale.

Rather than giving you two million,
I decided to spend four and a half

to buy your contract
outright from the label.

I know, massive overpay.

But you don't even have a label.

Exactly.

Which means, you won't
even get to be a has-been.

You're gonna die a lonely, old never-was.

You think that you can silence me?

I can push my tracks directly
out to millions of my new followers,

and then your name will be mud.

Maybe. But the truth is,

I've earned a little ill repute,

and for the first time in my
life, I'm ready to face that.

Don't be so sure, honey.

You have no idea all the
things I know about you.

You mean the things Charlie told you?

I mean, that's… that's your
secret source, right? My family pi.

Someone close to you is betraying you.

Well, we fired him, so
no more secrets there.

I don't even wanna know what you
had to do to get him to betray us, though…

I can guess.

Well, well, ain't you the
cat that got the cream.

But Charlie ain't the only
one that's been betraying you.

Bye, Dixie.

Your husband's been
dreaming about me, you know?

You know, feeling
unspeakable temptation.

Matter of fact, he's coming over later.

Why do you think I'm all
dolled up with the champagne?

You are so full of it.

No. No, I'm not. I got receipts, honey.

Guess he got sick of
sleeping in that firehouse.

You wanna see?

Hubby's on his way for a Booty call.

God. Don't take it so hard.

It's like I told you,

dondon and I have always
had a very special connection.

How's that for a special connection?

You bitch! I'll kill you!