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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.

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.

- Synced and corrected by synk - - www.addic7ed.com -

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.

Oh.

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.

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?

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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. - Oh.

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, 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?

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 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 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? - Mmm.

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.

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, 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?

Ooh, 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 y-you're gonna name Blythe.

- Oh, 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. - Huh.

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.

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.

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. - Mm-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, 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.

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- 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.

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 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.

♪ Hey, Lady B, listen to me Spilling ♪

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

Patrick? You 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?

♪ …is 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.

♪ Bitch, please ♪

♪ Thinks she's classy But she's on her knees ♪

Oh, 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, 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 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?

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!

Oh. 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!

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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. - Oh, 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? - Mm-hmm.

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? - Mm-hmm.

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.

♪ You cheater, Ivy Leaguer ♪

♪ You shouldn't have that degree there ♪

♪ That scandal, unraveled Lucky daddy had it handled ♪

♪ Nashville, get ready ♪

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?

"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, uh, 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.

Uh, 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, 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 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.

- Oh. Slacker? I just got here. - Mm-hmm.

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! Oh, 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.

Oh, 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.

Oh, 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.

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.

I mean, there's no shame in surrender.

Mmm, 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…

Ugh.

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.

Mmm. 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?

You bitch! I'll kill you!

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