All language subtitles for 9-1-1.Nashville.S01E18.WEB

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?

Oh, 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, uh,
diss track.

It needs to end.

Oh, 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.

Oh, yeah?

Or what are you gonna do?

It's about damn time.

Dad?

Have you been sleeping here?

I don't know much
sleepin' I did.

I just--

What are--
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.

Oh.

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

Well, like some wise folks
recently told me,

phone works both ways.

- Hello?
- Hey.

Just making sure you're not...

bleeding out in the woods.

I'm alive.

Listen, things got outta--
outta 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.

Alright? You-- You said
you told me all your secrets.

I said all the ones that matter.

Please don't
do that now, alright?

I-- I am-- 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.

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.

♪ This is high stakes

♪ That you might lose

♪ Find new...

Hey, y'all, stop.

Can we bring the house lights
up, please?

Lights going up.

Uh, 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?

Ashton!

Somebody help him, please!

Oh, 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.

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 'em out now!

Sir, right up here.

Up the steps, sir.
Take it slowly.

-You're good.
-Patient on the move.

Why would they use all 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.

Huh.

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--

Oh! Ah!

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!

Maybe that's not it.

Damn it!

Cap, we need to get her
down now!

Alright, 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.
Alright, she's coming down.

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

Alright,
I've got O2 right here.

Hey, Noah, I 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, uh...

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?

Oh, 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!
-Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh! Oh, 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.

Oh, please, God.

Good news.

Baby looks securely attached
in the left horn.

And sac measures a good size
for her age.

Oh, thank God.

Dr. Ribas, why are you
capturing images?

What is that?

We should get you
over to Dr. Pailoor.

Uh, who is that?

He's an oncologist.

Hey, Cammie.

Hey, yourself.

Why are you still in pajamas?

Huh?

Are we supposed to do something?

Yeah, we have reservations
at The Fig.

Oh, 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, and, 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, um...

Well...

Who?

You.

I'm a suspect?

I don't know, should you be?

Oh, 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, in 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?

Oh.

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. Alright.

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?!

-Mm.
-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,
uh... 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.

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, we wouldn't just
lose the baby...

we'd 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. Alright?

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, uh,

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?

Oh, naughty, naughty.

Oh, 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?

Oh, my God. DonDon!

-You bad boy.
-That's not what this is about.

This next track that you're
gonna release where you--

you're gonna name Blythe--

Oh, it hits.

Well, I'm worried that
if you keep this up,

that 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.

Now, 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.

Alright.

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.

Hmm.

You come by

tomorrow, after your shift,
and see me.

And then what?

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.

Do you know what
the good news is?

We both know you want to,
anyway.

I can make you some tea.

I can make it.

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'm not gonna have the surgery.

No matter what the doctor says.

Uh, 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.

But what about our baby girl?

Who's gonna fight for her?

You don't even know
if this pregnancy

can go to term.

You have a heart-shaped uterus,

the risk is high enough
as it is, so...

Ouch.

Sam, I didn't mean it that way.

Hmm.

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...

once 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, I--

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.

Uh, 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, and...

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 firetrucks.
-Oh, 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, uh, 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 years?

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. And 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?

Son of a bitch.

God, how long has it been?

Oh.

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?

♪ ...too easy

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

Oh, my God, it's about you.

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

That is messed up.

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

And, uh,

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, um...

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 want
to lose everything?

The guy that Don said you were.

Okay, Rosie.

I know you can do this.

Alright.

Crawl to Mommy!

Come on!

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?

Oh.

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!

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 him.

What's their name and address?

The guy's name is
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.

Alright, let's get him
down and start CPR!

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

My little girl,
she's under the mower!

- Ry!
- Yeah! Yeah, on it, Cap!

- Got her?
- 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 okay!
- Oh, thank God!

She's unharmed.
She was just a little trapped.

You held it off.
You saved her life.

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

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, whoa, whoa!

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

Hands must have melted
onto the hood.

You kept your hands there
the whole time,

even while they were burning?

I had to protect my baby.

Well, protect her
you did, Mama.

Alright, 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.

Alright, just give me
one second, Clara.

Taylor's got you.

How much time 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.

But 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. Alright?

We're waiting for you.

-She's waiting for you.
-It's okay, Rosie.

Mama's gonna be okay.

-Ready?
-Mm-hmm.

You got this.

Here we go.

It's alright. Breathe.

Breathe.

Alright, Taylor,
wrap her hand.

One hand down,
one to go.

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

- You ready?
- Mm-hmm.

You did good.

Radioed 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.

You see, Rosie?
Mama's gonna be okay.

How is she smiling?

I mean, the pain must be killer.

Never underestimate
a mother's will.

♪ That scandal unraveled

♪ Lucky Daddy had it handled

♪ DUI--

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,

then 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?

"Oh, 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,

um, 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.

What? 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 have no idea.

Well, the circle
can't be that big.

Well, I mean,
I put together a list.

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

You know what I see?

You're missing one suspect.

Who?

Sam, you home?

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 was thinking how
I never pegged you for a...

pink-is-for-girls kinda 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 and work
sometimes...

you know?

We had this woman who,
uh, stopped a, uh,

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 in 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.

Oh, slacker?

-I just got here.
-Mm-hmm.

You know you're talking to-- Oh!

-I didn't--
-Sam!

I didn't think that much
was gonna come off.

What, you think
I won't retaliate

-because you're pregnant?
-No, I-- No, you can't,

because I am pregnant.

Ryan! Oh, my God.

-No!
-Oh!

♪ On a beautiful day

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 could at least wait
until I leave the room.

Oh, you're still here?

♪ I'm on a roll, pretty baby

♪ Take my hand

-Good job!
-Is that it?

Yeah, you're doing great!

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

-See, the problem is...
-No! No!

-...I got all the ammo.
-No way!

-No! Ryan!
-How does--

Oh.

It's Dr. Pailoor.

Okay.

♪ The kaleidoscope sky

♪ And fields of glory

Blythe?

Blythe, you home?

♪ I'm on a roll, pretty baby

Blythe?

Where are you?

Blythe? Oh...

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.

Alright. Well, come on in, then.

Wow.

You've really
come up in the world.

Huh.

Oh. 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.

Hmm.

I want you to know that it
takes a big person

to know when they've
been licked. Hm.

I mean, there's no shame
in surrender.

Mm, I'm glad you think so.

But who said anything
about surrender?

Come on.

Open it.

No. 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...

ugh, I can guess.

Well, well.

Ain't you the cat that
got the cream.

Hm!

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

Mm.

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.

Oh, no. No, I'm not.

I got receipts, honey.

Guess he got sick of
sleeping in that firehouse.

Oh, you wanna see?

Hubby's on his way
for a booty call.

Oh, 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?

Ha.

You bitch!

I'll kill you!