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[heavy breathing]

[heavy breathing continues]

- [grunt] - [laughter]

You weren't there this morning.

I was up late.

Get over here.

Were you writing? Ah! Stop.

I got two chapters done.

- That's what I like to hear. - Mh-hmm.

- Hey. - Mh-hmm.

Can you make it to Ashley's party tonight?

Ugh, I can't. Have to be at the lake.

I have a deadline.

Do you have court today?

Nope. Two briefings and a deposition.

Ooh, so that means we have time to go back to your place then.

[phone vibrates] Hang on, hang on.

This is Maddie.

Jackson?

I can't hear you. What?

[clicking]

Pruitt.

[overlapping chatter]

I really appreciate it.

No worries. We didn't bother with the charges.

Murdy, I owe you big.

I may have to hit you up for tickets one day.

My little girls, they love your sister.

Done.

You've gone above and beyond and I cannot thank you enough.

And, I know Jackson thanks you too.

I understand. We all got that one family member.

Yeah.

Did you hurt anyone?

Nah, I pretty much got the short end of the night.

I'm out of favors, Jackson.

Next time you go honky tonking,

try Kentucky.

[engine turns over]

[rock music]

[DJ] Welcome everybody to the Ashley Rose album debut,

coming to you live tonight.

[overlapping chatter]

- Hi. - Nice to meet you too.

[overlapping chatter continues]

Hey, Jackson.

Where you been?

What is Terry doing here?

Have you talked to your mom?

No.

You should talk to your mom.

What's going on? Why is Terry here?

He's playing lead guitar.

- I'm here now. - Yeah, I can see that.

But you're two rehearsals and a sound check too late.

You can't fire me. It's not your call.

Actually, it is.

Does Ashley know?

She understands what tough love is.

What am I supposed to do?

There's an open bar, I'm sure you'll figure it out.

♪ͺ Pretty girl, don't be sad ♪ͺ

Thank you.

♪ͺ Don't think of me too fast ♪ͺ

Uh, not me. Um, one second.

- You look amazing. - Maddie.

I'm freaking out. I'm on overload.

- You look awesome. - Mom fired Jackson.

Well, we knew that was coming.

I wanna fire her. She didn't even ask me.

- She just did it. - Are you serious?

I can't take anymore of her controlling bulldozing crap.

I'm 25 years old.

You're her child.

She'll always see you as that.

Yeah.

Then she shouldn't be my manager.

Ash, we need to go.

- I love you. - I love you.

- See you later. - Go, go, go.

So here we are. Celebrating the first single

from the upcoming debut album,

"Thorns" from Ashley Rose.

So tell us, what's going through your mind right now?

Um, just how incredibly grateful I am.

Tell the audience how this big night came to be.

How did you get here?

Well, I grew up singing anywhere I could.

At the church choir, fairs, rodeo.

Then YouTube, snowballed after that.

Yeah, at lightning speed. You're unstoppable.

Stop. You're gonna curse me.

[cheering]

[Dj] Here's Ashley Rose performing the first single

from her debut album.

[music starts playing]

♪ͺ I took my bare feet down to the river.

♪ͺ In my white thin dress, I prayed and shivered ♪ͺ

♪ͺ How did I get in so deep? ♪ͺ

♪ͺ You haunt my soul and steal my sleep ♪ͺ

♪ͺ Help me, I need to be delivered ♪ͺ

♪ͺ I gave you everything I had ♪ͺ

♪ͺ It was good but it was bad ♪ͺ

♪ͺ I lost me when I found you ♪ͺ

♪ͺ Now I know what I got to do ♪ͺ

♪ͺ Your kind of love, it's hell to pay ♪ͺ

♪ͺ Jesus says run, but the devil says stay ♪ͺ

♪ͺ Feels like a choice that I can't make ♪ͺ

♪ͺ cause I can't wash ♪ͺ

♪ͺ wash you away ♪ͺ

[cheering]

- Ashley! I love you, Ashley!

- I love you! - I love you!

Ashley, I love you.

Hi.

Miss Rose, we have your car waiting.

- Thank you. - Can I get my car?

See you at home.

Bye.

Ashley!

[cheering]

[cheering continues]

[engine turns over]

[screams]

- Let go of me! - Help me. Please help me!

- Help me! - No!

♪ͺ

- No!

[theme music playing]

In entertainment news,

country star Ashley Rose will be released today

from Central Nashville Medical Hospital,

where she's been recovering from injuries sustained

in a car bombing three months ago.

No arrests have been made

and the investigation is ongoing.

Reporter Charlotte Davis is live outside the hospital

with more on this story. Charlotte?

Fans have been gathering for hours,

in hopes to see Ashley Rose as she's released today.

Fans and family both frustrated with local police,

but Ashley's mother recently released a statement

that the family still trusts [phone alert]

that local law enforcement will find the culprit.

Other artists are stepping in

to show their support by way of social media...

Why didn't you just knock?

I didn't want to interrupt...

in case you had lady company.

"Lady company."

Yeah.

It's when a man spends time with a woman.

You should try it.

Maybe I'll get some grandkids before I'm 80.

Don't hold your breath, old man.

[laughter]

Good.

Doing your homework.

It's on every channel, I can't escape it.

I think what you meant to say was,

"Thanks, Dad for getting me this job..."

"while I'm unemployed."

Administrative leave.

You did the right thing.

You'll be reinstated, don't you worry.

Let's go.

[exhales]

[groans]

Morning.

- Oh. - Here you go.

Thank you.

Ah, did you sleep any?

Some. Not really.

Did you call Dr. Amed?

You're gonna be late for court.

You said you'd call. You need pills.

I have pills. They don't work.

They just...

make me buy things off of Amazon.

What time is Ashley being released?

Late morning.

I'm gonna head over there before work.

Did you want to come?

No, I can't. I got to write.

I'm four weeks behind on my deadline.

Maybe you should try the sleep clinic again.

No, it's a waste of time.

You're marrying a crazy writer.

Remember?

Yeah.

♪ͺ♪ͺ♪ͺ

[coughing]

[grunts]

Where are you going so fancy?

I got somewhere to be.

I think Dane knows.

Who's Dane?

My husband.

Oh.

What makes you think he knows?

I can sense it.

[laugh]

Maybe you should stop coming over.

Really? That's your response?

What do you want me to say?

Something else.

You shouldn't be cheating.

It's wrong.

Because flights are too expensive right now,

and I just can't get the time off work.

Well, tell Dad I said happy birthday.

I'll make it up to him.

No, this was the right decision.

I'm loving it here, really. I...

Okay, Mom, look, I've got to go.

I love you. Bye.

[overlapping chatter]

Hey.

Guys got any news?

Are you here to see Ashley?

Could you tell us anything about her condition?

[echoing] - Ashley?

Ashley?

Ashley, Dr. Lopes is here.

[footsteps approaching]

Big day.

How you feeling?

Scared.

Anxious.

Understandable. It's okay.

You feel whatever you need to feel.

Let me take a look at your skin grafts.

Wear your mask and compression sleeves as much as you can.

It'll help to stretch the scar tissue.

Okay?

Hey, you got this.

What about singing?

Well, Ashley's airway

and vocal cords were severely damaged,

so it's hard to say yet.

Thank you.

And keep your appointment with Dr. Johnson.

It's important you have someone to talk to.

You're gonna feel a lot of emotions

over the next few months.

Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much.

Okay.

Car's outside.

Ashley, this is Ken Morris. I-I told you about him.

He runs the security firm

that the label hired for you.

- So, how does this work? - You have a team of three.

At least one person will be with you all the time.

And how is it outside?

Lots of fans and news outlets.

Could the person

who did this be out there?

Don't worry.

We're gonna keep you safe.

This is Beau, ma'am. He's part of my team.

And your son. The police officer, right?

Yes, ma'am. Nice to meet you.

I'm ready.

Hi.

Ma'am.

Hold.

Hey, that's mine.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm a doctor. I work here.

No, you're not. This is fake.

How'd you get in here?

I'm a fan. I just wanted a photo.

Get out of here.

Go!

It's all clear.

Keep it moving.

[overlapping chatter]

- There she is! - Is that her?

Where?

Is it her? Ashley! Oh!

It's a zoo out front.

We can't go out there.

[fans clamoring]

[screaming]

Step back. Step back.

Move.

Move out of the way.

It's not Ashley.

- Where is she? - Ashley!

- She's still inside. - Ashley!

Nice work.

There she is.

What's your name?

Beau, ma'am.

Thank you, Beau.

♪ͺ♪ͺ♪ͺ

[exhales]

[distant bell]

How's the security team?

Oh, they're fine. Thank you so much, Damien.

Oh, no, we're happy to do it.

They can stay as long as you need.

Anything for our girl.

How is she?

Well, she's been through an ordeal.

How does she look?

- Damien. - What?

I know it's a terrible question, completely inappropriate,

but here's another one. Can she sing?

Do we know the full extent of the damage done to her voice?

The doctors are confident that she will make a full recovery.

Did they say that, or is that wishful thinking?

Damien, she just got home.

Can we table this for another time?

It's not me, Rebecca, okay?

It's the label.

They want a realistic idea of what to expect.

Another time, please.

Jeff, this my son, Beau.

He'll be working with us the next few weeks.

Nice to meet you.

I oversaw the installation of this security system.

It has all the latest features.

Motion sensors, panning and tilting cameras,

laminated glass on all the windows, you name it.

[monitor beeping]

I'm gonna make a perimeter sweep.

We got paps out there.

Copy that.

Is your feed blowing up?

Everyone wants to know what I look like.

They're voting how bad my face is.

Deadpool guy is inching out Exorcist girl. Great.

Have you heard anything more from the police?

They're investigating, which means they're clueless.

Well, look, now you have three massive bodyguards

to protect you, okay?

And me.

How bad is it?

27% of my body.

Well, I mean, did the doctors talk to you

about cosmetic surgery options?

My skin grafts are healing.

They told me to manage my expectations about that,

which never sounds good.

Well, listen, whatever you need, okay?

I'm serious. You want to, like, hit me

or scream at someone,

I'm here for you.

Okay?

[deep sigh]

Who are all these people?

From the label, mostly.

Ashley's first day home, and they decided to stop by.

Where is she?

Hiding in her room.

What happens to Ashley if she can't sing?

Can the label drop her?

I don't think we need to be worried about that right now.

But you handled her contract. What happens?

If she can't render services,

which is outlined as two albums and coinciding tours,

then, yes, they can terminate at will.

Now's not the time for that, Mom.

[doorbell rings]

- Hey. - Hi.

[soft chatter]

- Hi. - Hi.

You're alive.

[grunts]

How is she?

I was just gonna head up.

Yeah.

Hi, Mom.

Jackson. I wasn't expecting you to stop by.

[chuckles]

Why wouldn't I?

Well, you never came to the hospital.

Sure I did.

Just not when you were there.

Your flowers are half dead, you need to put them in some water.

I, uh...

I've been, uh, playing in a band around town.

And they're... decent.

Getting some buzz.

Good for you.

Yeah. And I'm sober.

Really?

You going to meetings?

How many days you got?

Your sister's upstairs.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

How's the patient?

She is a sad country song, but I'm working on her.

All right, I'm gonna go get something to eat.

Bring you back a plate?

Yeah.

Hey, sis.

Hi.

Okay, that's not so bad.

It's like a female Phantom of the Opera.

There's definitely a, uh, touring company in your future.

We're not making jokes yet.

You got it.

How do you feel?

Okay...

to awful...

to nothing.

Who's downstairs?

Uh, well, let's see,

there's, uh, Mom and Damien,

your entire record label, some publicists,

a few random extras from central casting.

Can you get rid of them?

Ah, no, everybody, everybody wants to see you.

Yeah. I think they care about you.

They just want to know if I can sing.

Yeah, probably.

Can you?

I don't know. I haven't tried yet.

My throat still feels... raw.

You take your time.

I'm so glad you're alive, Ash.

Me, too.

♪ͺ♪ͺ♪ͺ

[doorknob rattles]

[chuckles softly]

Hey there.

What's your name?

"Reba."

Aren't you sweet?

Yeah. Yeah.

[meow]

♪ͺ♪ͺ♪ͺ

[door creaks]

[sighs]

[car approaching]

[car door opens]

[car door closes] [car locks]

[keys rattle]

♪ͺ♪ͺ♪ͺ

[floor squeaks]

Hello?

♪ͺ♪ͺ♪ͺ

Hello?

[meow]

Reba, was that you? Come here, silly.

[purring]

[rock music]

♪ͺ I'm seeing red ♪ͺ

♪ͺ I'm seeing red, boy ♪ͺ

♪ͺ I'm seeing red ♪ͺ

♪ͺ Seeing red, boy ♪ͺ

♪ͺ 'Cause red ♪ͺ ♪ͺ Red is your color, boy ♪ͺ

♪ͺ To anybody else, oh, yeah ♪ͺ

♪ͺ Ooh, you got me seeing red ♪ͺ

♪ͺ I'm seeing red ♪ͺ

[cheering]

[bar chatter]

Hey, Drew.

Bourbon, rocks.

Hi there.

Hi.

I'm sorry, what did you say?

- Hi? - Hi.

Hi.

Hello.

How you doing?

I'm not really here to meet people.

Yeah, I typically go to a crowded bar

when I feel like being alone, too.

I didn't say I wanted to be alone.

Are you here for the band?

Because that guitar player was awesome,

wasn't he?

Hot.

I didn't really notice.

I mean, he had mad skills, like Hendrix or something.

You didn't notice that?

I'm not really into Jimi Hendrix.

Get out. Out!

Right now, just go.

Okay.

Wait, wait, wait.

Who do you like?

Chet Atkins? Buddy Holly?

Keith Urban?

Slash? Who?

B.B. King.

"The Thrill is Gone."

I love B.B. King.

[glass clinks]

Come on, I'm harmless.

I doubt that.

I'm Jackson.

Simone.

[monitor beeping]

Hmm.

We've been having some trouble with

the door sensor in the master upstairs.

Want to take a look?

You got it, Pops.

Let's keep it to "Ken" while we're working.

Yes, sir. Copy that.

[knocking]

Come in.

I just need to check one of your doors, ma'am.

Sure.

[door closes]

You can drop all that "ma'am" stuff.

I feel like my mother is standing behind me.

Of course, ma'am. [chuckles]

Sorry. Ashley.

I'm in the master now.

It's Beau, right?

That's right.

Like, um, B-O?

Uh... E-A-U.

My-my mom was French.

I almost ended up as a Pierre.

You know, Beau means "beautiful."

I went through a whole Francophile phase

in high school.

Ate macarons, quoted Les Miz, wore a ton of ugly scarves.

It's not something I'm proud of.

Have you always worked in security?

I'm actually a police officer

with the Nashville PD.

Um, currently on leave.

Why on leave?

It's a long story.

Tell me the short version.

Another time?

Well, I...

think that did the trick.

[sigh]

Here. Here, let me get that.

No, I got it.

Hm.

Um, thank you.

It's no problem.

Where do you want me to put this?

In the closet.

- Good night. - Good night.

So, you're new to Nashville?

I never said that.

Oh, so, you grew up here?

I didn't say that, either.

Well, you haven't said anything.

Does it matter?

You won't remember a word I say.

Are you implying that I'm drunk?

It's indisputable fact.

I mean...

Why did you come out tonight?

I don't know.

I wanted some air.

I needed to breathe, so I just started walking.

Oh, so you live in the neighborhood?

And I heard the music, and I wandered in.

I just... I wanted a drink.

And now you've had three.

No, I've had two.

I don't know how many you've had.

Almost midnight.

Wait, wait, wait. You gonna turn into a pumpkin?

It was nice to meet you, Jackson.

Wait.

Whoa, whoa. No, no. Don't leave just yet. Hold on.

[bar chatter]

I'll walk you. I'll walk you.

I don't think walking's gonna happen for you.

Well, then, I'll drive you.

It was nice to meet you, Jackson. Please don't drive.

Can I have your phone number?

I don't think so.

Why not?

I just don't...

Hey!

[grunts]

You stay away from my wife!

[gun clicks]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy.

- Back off. - My wife.

I heard you. Now go.

You have my gun.

[bullets rattle]

No...

- Go get it. - [chuckles]

[grunts]

- You all right? - Yeah.

- Come on. - Yup.

Where's your keys?

- Oh. - All right.

Come on.

Honestly, I'm just more concerned

about the trauma of it all.

I mean, she has not begun

to deal with what's happened to her at all.

She's still in shock.

It takes time.

Yeah. Yeah, it does.

- Hey, Tuck? - Mm-hmm?

Are you having cold feet about the wedding?

No.

Of course not.

'Cause something's wrong.

We're not connecting the way we used to.

Do you feel that?

Honey,

relationships are an ocean.

Right? The waves go up and down...

Oh, my God. Wow.

Deflection by way of bad analogy.

That's cool.

I'm being serious.

What's going on?

Just talk to me.

Talk to me.

No.

Look at me. Look at me.

I cannot wait to marry you.

I love you so much.

So much.

Come here.

Mmm.

Just kiss me. Kiss me first.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what's... I don't know what's going on.

Things will get better, I promise. I...

- Okay. - Please.

♪ͺ♪ͺ♪ͺ

[grunt] [door creaks]

[grunts]

Okay.

You're very nice.

And you're very drunk.

And bleeding.

It happens.

Yeah? Does this kind of thing happen a lot to you?

Uh...

Define "a lot."

♪ͺ♪ͺ♪ͺ

[faucet running]

Why can't I have your number?

Why do you want my number?

Ooh...

Because...

I made you smile 11 times tonight.

Twelve.

And...

I don't make a lot of people smile these days.

I think I'm on to something.

Thirteen.

Wait, wait, wait, quick. Smile again, quick.

Come on.

Yeah. Good.

I don't need any more bad luck.

Well, I should go.

No.

- Yeah. - No.

No, don't go.

I'm sorry, Jackson,

but you're the last thing in the world I need right now.

Good night.

♪ͺ♪ͺ♪ͺ

[crickets chirping]

[soft moan]

Ashley?

Ms. Rose?

♪ͺ♪ͺ♪ͺ

[crickets chirping]

[guitar plays]

[humming]

♪ͺ Nobody know-- ♪ͺ

[sighs]

What are you doing?

I knocked... Um, I'm sorry.

- Are you watching me? - No.

- Get out! - I'm sorry.

- Leave! - Sorry.

[screaming] Get out! Get out! Get out!

[grunts]

[gasp]

[screaming]

Get out! Get out!

No news when the delayed album will be released,

so for now, a little tease from the YouTube sensation.

Here's Ashley Rose unplugged.

Hey, guys, I'm working on this song for my new album.

Let me know what you think.

[humming]

♪ͺ I bet you're thinking of me ♪ͺ

♪ͺ I bet you think you care ♪ͺ

♪ͺ I bet you think I'm stronger ♪ͺ

♪ͺ Than I really am ♪ͺ

♪ͺ I hide behind the laughter ♪ͺ

♪ͺ I hide behind the makeup ♪ͺ

♪ͺ I hide inside the music and the words ♪ͺ

♪ͺ Nobody knows ♪ͺ

♪ͺ How hard it is to wake up ♪ͺ

♪ͺ Nobody knows ♪ͺ

♪ͺ Sometimes I wanna give up ♪ͺ

♪ͺ Nobody knows ♪ͺ

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