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[♪ tense music playing]

[sighs]

You think I like Dixie?

Like a drug you can't quit.

-Where are you going? -Out.

[knocking]

[Don sighs]

Dix. [sighs]

Thanks for letting me stop by.

[wind chimes jingling]

[♪ unsettling music playing]

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.

[scoffs] 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.

[chuckles]

Oh, yeah?

Or what are you gonna do?

[♪ passionate music playing]

It's about damn time.

[♪ passionate music continues]

[♪ music fades out]

[radio chirping, static buzzing]

Dad?

Have you been sleeping here?

[Don sighs]

I don't know much sleepin' I did.

I just-- [groans]

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.

[♪ somber music playing]

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.

[pen scribbling]

[♪ curious music playing]

[phone ringing]

-Hello? -[Don Hart] 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.

[Blythe Hart] 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.

[Don] 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?

[Blythe] That you like having her around.

And that you haven't lost

whatever the hell it was that you had with her.

-[sighs] -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.

[call ends]

[♪ "New Country" by Noah Cyrus playing]

♪ Yeah, this is walking through a wildfire ♪

♪ This is learnin' how to live and not just stay alive ♪

♪ This is high stakes

♪ That you might lose

♪ But when you know there's nothing to go back to ♪

♪ There's so many things you hate to turn you back to ♪

♪ Oh, but you just keep on goin' 'cause you have to ♪

-♪ Find new... -[horse rig creaking]

Hey, y'all, stop.

Can we bring the house lights up, please?

[crew member] Lights going up.

[lights clicking]

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.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

Ashton?

Ashton!

Somebody help him, please!

[♪ horror music playing]

Oh, my God!

[gas hissing]

[screaming] Help! Can anybody hear me?!

Please help!

[♪ horror music intensifying]

Help! Please! Can someone help us?!

[♪ dramatic music playing]

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?

[Don] We're gonna try and figure that out.

[Roxie Alba] Hey, sir, can you hear me?

[Ashton] What... happened?

[Roxie] You're okay. You lost consciousness.

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

[♪ dramatic music continues]

[Noah coughing]

[Don] Hang in there. They're coming.

[Stephanie gasping]

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.

[Roxie] Yeah, I'm guessing all of them did.

The question is why?

[gas analyzer beeping]

[Ryan Hart] Cap!

We got chloramine gas in here!

Why the hell would they have chloramine gas?

[♪ dramatic music playing]

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!

[firefighter] Sir, right up here.

Up the steps, sir. Take it slowly.

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

[Taylor Thompson] 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.

[Don] Nowak! Can you jump down

from the top? Talk to me.

[Nowak] [on radio] We're trying, but there's no catwalk up here.

We're still trying to make our way--

Oh! Ah!

You good?

[Nowak] I'm good.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

She's about to seize, Cap!

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

[Don] We need to get her down now.

Anybody know how to work this thing?

[♪ dramatic music continues]

[Roxie] Cap!

[Don] Maybe that's not it.

-[feedback squealing over speakers] -[all groaning]

-Damn it! -[buttons clicking]

[fog machine hissing]

Cap, we need to get her down now!

[feedback squealing continues]

[♪ dramatic music intensifying]

[equipment powering down]

[horse rig whirring]

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.

[Don] Nice work. Alright, she's coming down.

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

[Taylor] 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.

[laughing] 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. [chuckles] -Here we go.

[ultrasound whooshing]

Is that the, uh...

That's our baby's heartbeat, Ryan.

[Samantha chuckles]

[♪ gentle, joyful music playing]

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. -[Samantha Hart] Yeah!

[Dr. Ribas] It's a little girl.

It's a girl?

-We're having a baby girl! -Oh, my God!

-[laughing] -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.

[ultrasound whooshing]

[Dr. Ribas] Good news.

Baby looks securely attached in the left horn.

And sac measures a good size for her age.

[♪ gentle music playing]

Oh, thank God.

[ultrasound image capture clicking]

Dr. Ribas, why are you capturing images?

[♪ tense music playing]

What is that?

[Dr. Ribas] We should get you over to Dr. Pailoor.

Uh, who is that?

He's an oncologist.

[knocking]

[approaching footsteps]

[Blythe] Hey, Cammie.

Hey, yourself.

Why are you still in pajamas?

[Blythe] 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?

[♪ curious music playing]

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...

[♪ tense music playing]

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.

[sighing]

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?

[Dr. Pailoor] 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.

[Dr. Pailoor] 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.

[Ryan] 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.

[♪ foreboding music playing]

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. -[scoffs]

You know you're breaking the rules

meeting me off-leash, DonDon.

Wait, does wifey even know you're here?

Oh, naughty, naughty.

[sighs, chuckles] 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.

[Don] 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.

[♪ ominous music playing]

Do you know what the good news is?

We both know you want to, anyway.

[♪ ominous music continues]

[door creaking]

I can make you some tea.

I can make it.

[Ryan] 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?

[sighs] 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.

[Samantha] 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?

[♪ melancholy music playing]

And I lose you? I can't do that, Sam, I--

It's not your decision to make.

-What's their name? -[caller] Diana.

I'm Monica.

She texted me to meet at group,

but... never showed.

Did you try calling her?

[Monica] Yes, but she said she was fine

and hung up.

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

Because we share our locations.

[car horn honking]

[cell phone ringing]

[phone clicks]

-Hello? -[Cammie Raleigh] 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.

[liquor sloshing over phone]

Lorna, get fire to the Green Street overpass.

Possible jumper. We need a rescue cushion now.

No lights, no sirens.

-[comms clicking] -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...

[distant traffic noise]

...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. -[comms beeping]

[Cammie] Diana, I need you to know

that what happened to your husband

isn't your fault.

[Diana] Yes, it was.

He had been begging me to stop drinking for years.

[sniffles]

And... [sadly laughs]

Well, I finally did.

The day after he died.

So, a lot of good that did him.

[♪ somber music playing]

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

I guess that's not happening.

-Lorna, update? -[liquor sloshing over phone]

[Lorna] They're on their way! Keep her on the line.

-[Cammie] Diana? -[exhales] Bye, Cammie.

Wait! Diana, wait!

♪♪

I know what it's like.

No, you don't!

[crying] To be... tormented

every hour of every day

with grief and shame and guilt.

Yes.

Yes, I do.

[♪ somber music continues]

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...

[exhales heavily] ...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.

[♪ soft, hopeful music playing]

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. [chuckles]

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?

[sobbing] I can't do this for three years!

I can't.

[♪ soft, dramatic music playing]

[gasps]

Wait! Diana?

Diana?

Diana?

[♪ soft, dramatic music continues]

[semi-truck brakes hissing]

[gasps]

[truck engines idling]

[truck horn blowing]

[horns blaring]

Cammie?

You did this.

You tricked me. [crying]

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. [breathing heavily]

[crickets chirping]

One night. And all your problems

go away.

We both know you want to, anyway.

[ringback tone]

[over voicemail] This is Blythe.

Leave a message and I'll call you back.

[sighs] Damn it, Blythe.

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

[phone chimes]

One way or another.

[phone pinging]

[engine starts]

♪♪

[engine shuts off]

[♪ Dixie's diss track playing on phone]

♪ Hey Lady B, listen to me, spillin'-- ♪

[phone buzzing]

-[people chattering] -[phone clicks]

[over voicemail] This is Blythe. Leave a message

and I'll call you back.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[Don] Patrick?

Son of a bitch.

[phone clicks]

[♪ dramatic music continues]

[keypad clacking]

[text whooshes]

[engine starting]

[tires screeching]

[♪ jazz music softly playing in restaurant]

God, how long has it been?

Oh. [laughs]

-I shudder to think. -[chuckles]

How's your family?

-They're good. -Yeah?

Julie and the girls are good.

How can you still look the same?

-[scoffing] -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?

[Blythe] Yeah.

Have you ever spoken to her?

I mean, has she... [clears throat]

Has she ever reached out?

No. Why?

What's going on?

-[Blythe groans] - ♪ ...too easy

♪ I played nice, you played ice ♪

♪ 'Cause hubby and me went all night ♪

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

♪ ...I believe you shouldn't... ♪

Oh, my God, it's about you.

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

-[stops playing song] -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.

-[wind gusting] -Okay, Rosie.

I know you can do this.

Alright. [exhales]

Crawl to Mommy!

-Come on! -[lawnmower engine revving]

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. [chuckles] 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? -[Rosie cooing]

That I didn't fail as a mom

just because they started crawling weeks ago?

-[wind whistling] -[Rosie crying]

-Oh. -[crying continues]

I'm sorry, Rosie.

Those are Mommy's intrusive thoughts.

They don't need to be yours.

[cooing]

You'll crawl when you're ready.

I love you just the way you are.

[wind gusting]

That's it!

You're doing it, Rosie!

Great job! Push up!

[branches creaking]

[♪ tense music playing]

[laughs]

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

[crashing]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[Rosie crying]

Mr. Woods!

What are you doing?!

Stop! Stop the mower!

[wailing]

[Clara shrieking, Rosie wailing]

Mr. Woods, stop!

-[whimpering] -[lawnmower revving]

[grunting]

Help!

-[Rosie wailing] -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?

[Ryan] The guy's name is Richard Woods, 78 years old.

History of heart attacks.

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

[knocking]

Mr. Woods! Nashville FD!

[Clara] Help! Help me!

-You hear that? -Out back.

[Clara] Somebody help!

-[lawnmower revving] -Please help us!

[Don] Kill the engine! Kill that engine!

-[engine shuts off] -[groans, gasping]

[Don] 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!

-[Ryan] Ma'am, are you okay? -[Clara] My baby!

My little girl, she's under the mower!

-[Don] Ry! -[Ryan] Yeah! Yeah, on it, Cap!

-[Rosie crying] -[Ryan grunting]

-[Taylor] Got her? -[Ryan] [grunting] Yeah!

[sobbing] Please be okay, Rosie!

[Don] You got her? You got her? You got the baby?

-[Rosie whimpering] -She's okay.

-She's-- She's okay! She's okay! -Oh, thank God! [sobbing]

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?

[skin sizzling]

-[screaming] -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?

[crying] I had to protect my baby.

[Roxie] Well, protect her you did, Mama.

Alright, Taylor, clean the wound and tourniquet

-as tight as you can. -[Taylor] On it, Doc.

[Roxie] Looks like the femoral artery.

[Clara wincing]

-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.

-[thunder crashing] -[Clara wincing]

-[spray hissing] -[Clara whimpering]

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.

[whispering indistinctly]

-Ready? -Mm-hmm.

[Don] You got this.

[Roxie] Here we go.

-[flesh ripping] -[Clara screaming]

[scalpel scraping]

[Don] It's alright. Breathe.

-Breathe. -[breathing sharply]

[screaming]

[flesh ripping]

[Roxie] Alright, Taylor, wrap her hand.

[♪ tense music playing]

[Taylor] One hand down, one to go.

-[Roxie] We're almost there. -[Don] Baby's doing good.

-[Roxie] You ready? -[Clara] Mm-hmm.

-[flesh ripping] -[Clara screaming]

You did good.

[crying softly]

[♪ inspirational music playing]

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.

[♪ inspirational music continues]

♪ Well, you cheater, Ivy leaguer ♪

♪ You shouldn't have that degree there ♪

♪ That scandal unraveled

♪ Lucky Daddy had it handled

♪ DUI--

[♪ music stops abruptly]

So, what are your thoughts?

[sighs] 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!

[chair scraping]

Hey!

[♪ gentle music playing]

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.

[♪ curious music playing]

You know what I see?

You're missing one suspect.

Who?

Sam, you home?

[Samantha] 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!

[Samantha laughing]

-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.

[gasps]

Ryan! Oh, my God.

-No! -Oh!

[both laughing]

[♪ "On a Roll" by Drew Holcomb playing]

[phone dings]

♪ There's no hard-line losers and winners ♪

♪ There's no crack in the sky ♪

♪ When the lightning splinters ♪

♪ There's a sadness that only comes ♪

♪ 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.

[Taylor chuckles]

♪ I'm on a roll, pretty baby... ♪

[Taylor] How does it feel, B?

To be on your own for the first time?

-Like a new man. -[giggles]

♪ I'm a river in an ocean with the rain... ♪

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

Oh, you're still here?

♪ I'm on a roll, pretty baby

♪ And I'm riding on the wind where it's blowing ♪

[horses neighing]

♪ Take my hand

♪ We'll go where the firelight glows ♪

-Good job! -Is that it?

Yeah, you're doing great!

♪ With the radio up and the windows rolled down ♪

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

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

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

-No! Ryan! -How does--

[cell phone ringing]

[chuckling] Oh.

♪ Don't it read just like a story? ♪

It's Dr. Pailoor.

Okay.

♪ The kaleidoscope sky

-♪ And fields of glory -[doorbell rings]

♪ Don't it feel the world could up and fall away? ♪

Blythe?

Blythe, you home?

♪ I'm on a roll, pretty baby

♪ And I'm riding on the wind... ♪

Blythe?

Where are you?

♪ Take my hand, we'll go where... ♪

Blythe? Oh...

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

I have my sources, too.

[sighs] God, what do you want?

I'm here to end this war.

♪ Wax poetic on the broken-hearted ♪

Alright. Well, come on in, then.

♪ The stories we tell are nothing if not true ♪

[Blythe] 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.

[Blythe] Hmm.

[Dixie sighs]

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?

[chuckles] Come on.

Open it.

[Dixie clearing throat]

[♪ tense music playing]

[Dixie sighs]

[♪ music intensifies]

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.

[scoffs] But you don't even have a label.

[Blythe] 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.

[laughs, claps]

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. [chuckles]

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.

-[♪ dramatic music playing] -[Dixie chuckles]

Oh, you wanna see?

[♪ dramatic music continues]

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.

[punch thuds]

How's that for a special connection?

[♪ intense music playing]

Ha.

-[punch thuds] -[grunts]

You bitch!

-[items clattering] -I'll kill you!

-[Blythe screams] -[vase shatters]

[Dixie grunts]

[♪ intense music continues]

[yelling]

[grunts]

[grunting, panting]

-[yelling] -[thuds]

[screams]

[♪ upbeat country theme music playing]