Hart of Dixie (2011–2015): Season 1, Episode 2 - Parades & Pariahs - full transcript

Dr. Hart?

My name is Dr. Harley Wilkes.

I'm from BlueBell, Alabama.

I'd like to offer you a job.

What do you mean I didn't get
the cardiothoracic fellowship?

If you want my recommendation
next year,

spend the next 12 months
as a general practitioner.

Dr. Wilkes,

you win.

I'm on my way.

Harley passed away.



What?

He left you his practice.

I'm, uh, George Tucker.

Zoe.

Small towns have their perks, huh?

Zoe, this is Lemon Breeland.

Thanks to you, my fiancé
was in a car accident.

Have you never heard
of bedside manner?!

Why is everyone
so obsessed with that?

Because it's nice!

How dare you see my patients.

Well, technically, Harley left
his half of the practice to me.

You're the mayor?

Lavon Hayes, the linebacker.



You share a generator
with the guy in the gatehouse,

Wade Kinsella.

I don't want you getting any ideas.

You here on a date with that,

uh, Dr. Hart?

If I do recall, we are

at your engagement party.

That's my mom.

Harley Wilkes was your father.

He's crashing. Paddles?

Unsynchronized at 200.

Clear.

300!

Clear!

BlueBell, Alabama.

Right.

She's set up shop

in Harley Wilkes' old office.

She's been seen all over
town with the mayor.

Brick's furious.

They say she's Harley's
illegitimate love child.

Well, that explains those shorts.

Are you sure they're
not talking about me?

Of course not.

So, um, Harley was your father?

Man, I did not see that one coming.

I know.
It's all so surreal.

Me being here must be a sign.

Hmm.

And do you believe in signs?

I believe that Harley was
my dad, my real dad,

and I owe it to myself the
year to figure out who he was,

walk a mile in his shoes.

Which should take me around
BlueBell about 11 times.

Oh, now, as the mayor of this
town, Lavon Hayes takes offense.

But as the co-chair
of the tourism counsel,

I will ignore it to tell you
that any journey

on the eastern shore

begins at the Rammer
Jammer.

Home of the best po' boy
this side of Mobile Bay.

You in?

I'm here; might as well
make the most of it.

- Lead me to your people.
- All right.

Never met a New Yorker before.

Do you know Regis?

Tom, don't be such a plebe.

Zoe...

I'm Dash DeWitt.

You know, I do a theatre trip
every April.

The Book of Mormon

sent me over the moon and back.

Oh.

So, what's your deal?

You married?
Got a boyfriend?

You looking?

Uh, Shelly, we'll take
two number fives with grits.

Thank you.

Mmm.

She is Harley's daughter?

Apparently so.

And, as your lawyer, I can't much see

how you can contest his will now.

But, George, there must be
something that you can do.

I mean, Daddy has waited a long time

to have this practice all to himself.

He's earned it.

Look, Brick, she's a trained surgeon.

Okay? She might be useful.

Useful?

Looks like she's spent
more time at the mall

than she has at a hospital.

Now, I do admit that, you know,
delivering that baby,

that took some skill, but
she doesn't understand our ways.

She's more nuisance
than useful down here.

Well, it doesn't look like
you have much of a choice.

So maybe y'all could
give her a chance?

Oh, George, sweetheart,

you just like everybody, don't you?

Well, BlueBell isn't
an animal shelter,

and we don't have to accept

every little stray
that comes our way.

Now, I have dance rehearsal
for the parade.

And I'm sure that you
two strapping men can figure out

how to chase away
one yippy little mongrel.

And I love you.

I love you, too.

All right, baby.

Bye, sugar.

Bye, Daddy.

I want you to comb through

that partnership agreement
with Harley.

Find me a way.

Okay.

♪ ♪

Exactly what I thought
grits would taste like.

Delicious!

I'm gonna fit right in with...

...the traveling circus?

Oh-ho!

This Saturday is
the Founder's Day parade.

My favorite event of the year.

You were in the NFL for ten years,

and the Founder's Day parade
is your favorite event?

The mayor gets to ride
on the best float

and deliver a speech.

Wade, my boy.

How's the float coming?

I'm just putting on
the finishing touches.

So, Doc,

hear you're staying in town.

You ever need a cup of sugar,

anything, I'll be right next door.

If that line ever works for you,
you tell that poor girl

to come see me at my office, so
I can dispense the penicillin.

Sure thing.

Oh, come on.

What are you on,
some kind of cleanse?

I'm just asking you to
try one damn sugar snap.

Mrs. H, I already ate
the caramel one, the sugar,

the chocolate chocolate chip
with sea salt...

But it's not even 9:00 a.m.,

and I don't think meeting
new patients with a sugar high

is the best way to follow
in Harley's footsteps.

Harley's footsteps.

Magic words.

I have something for you.

Harley's old patient files.

Hmm?

You should study them.

He was a great doctor,
pillar of the community.

Really listened to people,

heard their problems,
wrote down everything...

He treated warts with duct tape?

Sometimes the old ways
are the best ways.

We are open.

Oh.

Welcome, everyone.

I'm Dr. Zoe Hart.

Very excited to meet you all

and offer my services.

Oh, you poor deluded thing,
no one is here to see you.

I mean, I've been the only

town doctor here
for the last four months,

and the people of BlueBell are loyal.

Have I mentioned that I'm
Dr. Harley Wilkes' daughter?

I'm like a townie by blood.

It is a shame your father passed,

but the people have recovered quick.

Mainly, because there was
a better doctor here

to help heal them.

But, you know what,
I'm a good Christian,

so I'm gonna let you treat
Shula Whitaker today.

She, uh,

she is one of Harley's regulars.

Hmm, well, one patient is all I need.

Ms. Whitaker, please come this way.

Besides the-the chills

and the aching limbs
and the swollen glands,

it's hard to pee.

Well, you don't have a fever.

It broke.

But I had a high one yesterday.

Like, ooh, off the charts!

Have you noticed any black spots
on your body?

Yes!

I was covered.

Like a, like a Dalmatian.

But they went away
after the fever broke.

Ms. Whitaker,

according to Harley's nearly
Webster's-long file on you

and the fact that you are
presenting with symptoms

that are only consistent
with the black plague,

I posit that you are
perfectly healthy.

And suggest

you see a psychologist.

I heard you was Harley's daughter.

And I thought...

But I won't bother you no more.

Did you even look at her file?

Harley'd usually just give
her Tic Tacs as a placebo

and ask her about her cats.

I did a psychiatric rotation
at Bellevue.

Harley giving her Tic Tacs
just enabled her.

Ready?

And one, two, three, arm is up,

one, two, three.

Hey, Rose.

Thank goodness you're staying!

I know.

I'm having the best time.

I need your advice.

'Cause my mother does not get it,

and all Aunt Emmeline
does is bake these days.

Yeah, tell me about it.

What's going on?

Okay, well, there's this
boy... Frederick Dean...

in the grade above me.

He's amazing.

He likes history podcasts
and comic books.

Though, he's also a
stupid Southern man,

stuck in an antiquated
notion of the female ideal,

which is why it seems
he hasn't noticed me.

Oy, being 14 isn't easy for anyone.

So what are you going to do about it?

That's where I need your help.

So, tell me, WWCBD?

What would Carrie Bradshaw do?

Seriously, if I knew,

I would be married to Mr. Big,
living in a fantastic apartment

in the great state of Not Alabama.

Don't ask my advice.

I have liked the wrong
men since I can remember.

I'll just go sit on
the other side of the square

and try to read your lips.

So, uh...

Hi.

This is awkward.

Um, Brick asked me to look for

loopholes in his partnership
agreement with Harley.

It's 25 years old,
so I hadn't seen it.

But apparently,
if one partner doesn't bring in

30% of the revenue

every billing quarter,
the other partner

can buy him or her out.

30% of the business.

Yeah.

Don't worry.

I'm good at what I do,

and as soon as this town
figures that out,

it'll be just fine.

Okay.

Lemon!

Where's your dad?

It's Cole Maliska;
he's in the office.

His legs ain't working.

I'll call my daddy.

Okay.

No need!

I'm here!

Uh, okay.

What is it?

What's wrong with my husband?

Luckily, I've been able to rule
out stroke, but I am worried

about what are concerning
neurological symptoms.

Could be Guillain-Barré,
so I have an ambulance coming.

Guillain-Barré?

Is that serious?

Yeah.

Bedside manner.

Sometimes people don't die.

Cole? Ethel?

What is going on here?

Patient presented paralysis
in the lower extremities.

I'm sending them to the hospital
for Guillain-Barré.

Guillain-Barré.

Well, it's deer hunting season.

And Cole is just suffering from
tick paralysis.

Sometimes those little devils
get up in there

and suddenly you just can't move.

Yeah. It's just like how you get

a little education in your head
and suddenly you can't think.

He is going to be just fine.

But she said...

Oh, I know.
Poor little thing.

She's from New York.

She wouldn't know
a tick from a taxicab.

Tick paralysis is very rare
in New York City.

So rare that it doesn't even happen.

It was an innocent mistake.

Still, not exactly
an auspicious beginning.

Oh, it's a disaster!

I wanted to follow
in my father's footsteps,

but if I don't start
bringing patients in,

I'm going to lose the practice
that Harley had for 45 years.

Well, lucky for you,
you have me to give you counsel.

You ready for it?

Here it is.

show people you're one of them.

Harley always did.

I ate grits.

What more could a woman give?

Join me on my float
in the parade tomorrow.

Lavon Hayes has
a 99.8% approval rating.

Only holdout I got
is the widow Lowman,

who, for reasons
I don't like thinking about,

wants me to legalize prostitution.

You show up on Lavon Hayes's side,

people will see you want to fit in.

They'll forgive you anything
if they see

you trying to fit in to this town.

Really?
Yeah.

All you have to do is

help Wade with the finishing
touches on the float.

I guess I could do one parade.

Get fitted for your Alabama costume.

A costume?

BlueBell's very own
Alabama Yellowhammer.

The people of this town
are going to be

impressed by my medical skills,

not by my parading around
in some ridiculous outfit.

Mm-mm. No, not for me.

I am not dressing up as a bird!

Once again,

no one came to see me.

How did Harley get patients?

Harley...

was beloved.

He'd deliver babies,
and they'd grow up

and bring him their babies
and their babies' babies.

He knew people's histories.

Like the fact that
Cole Maliska was a hunter

and that we've had four cases
of tick paralysis in BlueBell

just this year.

You want to look at
Harley's files again?

Hmm?

I could quiz you.

I know Harley was a great man,

but we clearly have different
ways of approaching medicine.

My, my, my.

Interesting news about

our partnership agreement,
right, Ms. Hart?

Poor little thing-- 30%
is not gonna be an easy feat.

You know, I thought maybe I'd just

turn this into my trophy room.

Or I could just store
my shotgun collection in here.

There you are, Daddy...

Emmeline.

Oh, my goodness, Dr. Hart.

You poor thing, you look so tired.

Sort of puffy-like.

Thank you.

Lemon meringue pie!

- Everything okay?
- Betty tripped

during dance rehearsal.

Oh, what happened, Bets?
Oh, you know me, Uncle Brick.

I'm just so clumsy.

I'm fine. There's no
need to bring me in.

Of course there is.

We need to make sure her arm's
okay for the parade tomorrow.

Betty is Brick's niece
from Huntsville.

She visits every summer.

Betty, this is Dr.
Hart from New York.

Yes. I heard all out you.

Uh, Brick has a waiting room
full of patients,

but I could take you
right now, if you like.

Daddy, stop.

Ladies, ladies,
let me take a look

- at that for you, now, all right?
- See you!

Oh, hey, Doc, I'm glad you're here.

My head has just been
killing me today.

So?

So? So what are you doing

just sitting there?
Call the hospital.

I must
need brain surgery.

Okay, all right, we don't get ticks

in New York City, okay?

Kind of like how you
guys don't get movies

that aren't made by Michael Bay.

Whoa! Zinger!

It was an innocent mistake!

Aw, come on, sweetheart.

Lavon. Fine, if it's what I have
to do to fit in around here

I'll join you on your damn float.

Just please don't make me
wear a bird costume.

Betty?

Okay.

Where... where am I?

You're in the bathroom
at the Rammer Jammer.

You can't let anyone
see me like this.

Please...

Frelp... blee...

Betty. Betty?

I told you, I'm fine.

You spoke like a Martian,

almost broke your head
on the linoleum...

you are not fine, young lady.

Acute muscle weakness
in the left arm.

You tripped yesterday,
which means loss of balance.

Possibly muscle spasticity.

And the garbled speech.

My guess is you're in the middle

of a degenerative
immune disorder episode.

Found out last year.

M.S.?

Wow.

That's unusual in someone so young.

Betty, I'm so sorry, that must...

Suck? Well, yes, it does.

And that pitying look
you're giving me right now

is exactly why no one
here can know about it.

Betty, you're sick... you can't
pretend like nothing's wrong.

Oh, I can pretend whatever
I want; it's my body.

Besides, I watch television,
so I know about

that doctor-patient
confidentiality thing.

So you can't say anything, either.

Fine. I won't say anything

if you promise to take
care of yourself.

You have to rest... which means

you can't perform in
that parade tomorrow.

Oh, but I-I have to.

This is important.

I've been rehearsing for a month.

The parade is the final
Belle event of the summer.

Honey, Dr. Hart is right.

The heat and the stress will
just exacerbate your symptoms.

It's gonna be 96
degrees out, and if you

pass out again, this time
it's from a moving platform.

Lemon'll be furious.

She'll ask questions...

You tell Lemon that
you ran into Dr. Hart,

who examined your shoulder and
found a glenoid labrum tear

and insisted you couldn't perform.

You'd do that?

Why don't
you come on back

to the office and I'll get you
a sling... it'll help sell it.

Thank you.

That was some nice doctoring.

And I hear you're riding in
the mayor's float tomorrow.

Making improvements.

All right, sweetheart, so just remember,

your foot has to be
steady on the gas,

and the float must be going
exactly four miles an hour

- for the dancers to time it just right.
- Right, right.

Six miles an hour.

No, George...
Did you even hear me?

Four miles an hour.

Oh, I-I'm sorry,
I thought you said four.

No, I didn't, I said...

Don't mock me.

Come on, the Belles have
been practicing this dance

for months now, honey.

Yes, and I realize this
more than anyone.

But, babe, you got to remember,

it's just one parade.

Okay? And there will be
a million other events

that you can take over
and perfect this month alone.

Honey, the Belle float has been
the highlight of Founder's Day

for more than a hundred
years, and I just cannot

let down all of BlueBell.

Okay, and, you know,
your patriotism for BlueBell

is getting a little freakish.

George...
I'm just saying.

But, you know,
I have a thing for freaks.

I saw a circus once...
there was a girl with a tail,

- Mm-hmm.
- I thought it was so hot.

Oh, look... it's Dr. Hart.

Cute outfit.

Have you joined a gang?

Do you know where Lavon's float is?

You and the mayor

have grown quite close
lately, haven't you?

Uh, it's good to see you helping out.

And I think that Wade
could probably use a hand.

He's right over there.

Why does it bother you so much that

she's helping out Lavon on his float?

Just... riding the mayor's float

used to mean something in this town.

You've barely started!

Mm. Well, I heard
I was getting a helper.

I figured I'd wait.

I do remember how capable

those hands of yours are.

We just kissed!

All I did with my hands was go--
why am I so stupid!

Is this why you stopped our
little frolic the other night?

You got googly eyes
for golden boy George?

I stopped

our little frolic
because I was half-crazed,

full-drunk, and your breath
smelled like generic beer.

Could we just build this
and get it over with?

What is all this chicken wire for?

You never built a float before?

Is that surprising?

Well... this is what Lavon wants.

It's a... a red wave,
an actual crimson tide.

The mayor will surf it.

I'm gonna run and get some paint.

Think you can handle that?

♪ ♪

There you are!

You know something
I have been looking

everywhere for you.

What are you doing
with that chicken wire?

I didn't do a surgicalotation
in scrapbooking, okay?

What's going on?

Frederick an is going
to the parade with Magnolia Breeland.

Lemon's sister?

Good grief!

Which totally explains
why he hasn't notid me.

You want to get noticed?

You should ride with us
on this float tomorrow.

Apparently, it's the
key to legitimacy,

popularity, even
success in this town.

Me? Ride on the mayor's float? OMG!

you
have to help build it.

- Yeah.
- That stupid Wade disappeared

three hours ago, and I have
no idea what I'm doing.

Of course I'll help you.

But I'm pretty sure
Wade's at his house.

I heard music coming from there

when I went to the
carriage house to find you.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

You start in on this;
I'll be right back.

Okay.

Okay.

Lavon Hayes.

Lavon, it's Lemon.

Lemon Breeland.

Listen, I'll just cut
right to the chase.

I hear that that Dr. Hart
is riding your float tomorrow.

Your spies are correct.

Well, I think that it is
highly inappropriate.

Inappropriate?

It's disrespectful...
to my father,

who has worked his butt off
for the people of BlueBell,

for you to allow his competition
to be seen at your side.

Now, listen, I don't know or care

what is going on
between you two, but...

Lemon,

I appreciate the call.

If there's nothing else,
I got business to attend to.

Coming!

Oh, Lemon, you are not
gonna believe this!

What are you doing here?

- What is wrong with your arm?
- I've just had

a bit of bad news, really.

You know, I ran into that Dr. Hart

who's so worried about my shoulder.

Turns out I have

a torn gleid ligament.

She says I can't perform tomorrow.

Excuse me?
However,

I've spent the whole day
training AnnaBeth,

and she knows all my dance moves,

and she's ready
to step into my place.

We... have been practicing
this dance for months.

And you know that we neesix dancers.

And no offense, AnnaBeth,
but you couldn't execute

a Spanish waltz
if you had a year to practice.

Now, Dr. Hart

is not the doctor in this town,

and she cannot just come down here

and take away every single thing
that is important to me. Daddy!

I should have known

you would try pull
a stunt like this.

You're the most irresponsible
person I've ever met.

You seem a bit more upset than
the situation calls for, Doc.

It is just a parade.

I can't believe
I'm going to say this...

but it's the Founder's Day Parade.

Lavon is counting on us.

I'm counting on us.

For some reason, I need
the people to think

that I fit into this town,

or I can't get patients and
I will lose the practice that

I inherited only four days ago,
and ruin my dead father's legacy,

not to mention the
fellowship I have worked for

my entire life.
It may sound...

♪ ♪

What are you doing?

You were freaking out...
I thought I'd snap you out of it

with my generic beer breath.

Excuse me.

What are you gaping at?

We've got a float to build
don't we? Come on, girl.

Frederick. Dean.

He has two first names.

I mean, something about that
is just so old-school cool.

And OMG, I saw he was
reading Chew the other day.

That's, like, my favorite comic book.

But I didn't know how to tell him.

Kid... do I look like iCarly to you?

If I hear the name
Frederick Dean one more time,

I'm gonna hot-glue
your lips together.

Where is your sense of romance?

What happened?

You fell asleep.

Good shot for
the BlueBell Beat blog, though.

Very doctorly.

You guys, it looks...

Astonishing.

Whoo!

Better than I even imagined.

Wade, my friend,

I knew I could count on you.

And, Rose Hattenbaer,

well, since you are joining us,

will you do me the honor
of wearing the Alabama costume?

That is a great idea.

Y-E-S.
I'd be honored.

Good. Why don't I take
you all for some pancakes

to carb-load for the big day?

I am starving!

Uh, Zoe...

Lavon Hayes
has a rep to protect.

You best go and get yourself a shower

before you ride
the tide with me, girl.

♪ ♪

Hear you're riding
on the mayor's float.

Well, I am one of his
vorite people, so...

Excuse me.

Can I talk to you?

What are you doing?

- We talked about this, you can't perform today.
- And why not?

Because of her hurt shoulder?

Show her, Betty.

Yeah.

Betty's glenoid labrum is fine.

I examined it again myself, Dr. Hart.

Boy, you are on quite a roll.

Betty can't ben the parade.

Betty, tell them.

You have no choice.

Dr. Hart, my shoulder is fine.

What is your problem?

Are you just out to get us,

or did you go to medical school
by correspondence course?

Enjoy the parade.

You okay?

Okay, back to work.

Not much time left.

She has made

a lot of mistakes.
Well, she's new here.

And Lavon likes her.

She's riding his float...
that's a big honor.

Big honor.

And I just love those
little shorts she wears.

Dr. Hart.

I'm so sorry about how
I spoke to you earlier.

I know you're just trying to help.

Betty, how you speak to me
is the least of my concerns.

I care about your health,
and that's why

you can't be in that parade today...

you'll be jeopardizing it.

I don't know how many ways
I can tell you this.

You don't understand.

Back home in Huntsville,
I'm just a plain girl.

I'm a loner, I'm shy...

But every summer, I come
here to... to BlueBell,

where I'm a Breeland, I'm a Belle,

which, here, is like
being a princess.

And I live those ten months
for the other two months,

and I just wanted
that feeling to go on

as long as it possibly could.

Betty...

I understand being an outcast
more than anyone.

But I don't think you should risk

triggering another episode.

No, but it's worth the risk.

Because with my condition...

both you and I know...

it's probably my...

last chance to really live.

Then at the very least, take this.

Baclofen.

It should help stave off
some of the spasticity.

You take one three times a day

until you can get home
and see your own doctor.

But just one... it's strong stuff.

Thank you.

I...

It's oy.

Okay.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I apologize for what I'm about to do.

Wade! Stop the tractor!

Wade, give me the wheel!
I need to create a diversion!

What? No!

Get off ofe!

What are you doing!
Saving someone's life!

Give me the wheel!

What the hell did you do?

I'm sorry. Look, please cover for me.

I have to take care of something.

Excuse me!

Grab Betty, get her to my
office now... no matter what.

Well, today, uh...

we mark the occasion
when our-our noble founder,

Cyrus Lavinius Jeremiah Jones...

Did our float just crash?

How does that happen?

Hey, there. Hi.

How's everybody feeling?

Y'all okay?

Oh, my goodness, Betty, you
got a big bump on your head.

Come on, sweetie,
let's get you some ice.

So, um, in the spirit of C.L.J. Jones,

we'll improvise.

Give it up for, uh, our
high school marching band, huh?

What's going on?

Uh... everything's...

...spinning.

Is it the M.S.?

- Really? You had to crash the float?
- I had no choice.

How many Baclofen did you take?

I had another episode and my
legs were rigid... I freaked out.

I took a bunch.

Oh!
Hold on.

Oh!
She's overdosing.

We need to get activated charcoal

before she starts to seize.

Let's get her on the table.

Okay.
Lift her.

Okay. Legs.

I... am gonna kill that lunatic.

Or better yet, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna sue her.

She can't just go around
just crashing floats!

She can't...
I'm just gonna...

sue her for mental distress

or-or attempted...

negligence or attempted murder
or something like that,

and as my lawyer, I insist
that you draw up the papers.

And as your fiancé,
I insist you look at me,

take deep breaths...
Whew!

Okay.

Now you're angry and
you've had a bit of a scare.

Trust me when I say, I know how
much this parade means to you,

but right now... I got
to make sure everyone's safe,

and we got a hell of
a mess to clean up, okay?

Okay.

Love you.
Okay.

Hey, Rose, I saw the float
crash-- are you okay?

Frederick Dean.

What?

You think I'm some Belle all a-tizzy

because my hoop skirt
got stuck in my hair?

I'm not. Go help Magnolia.

Oh. Okay.

Hey, Rose, you, uh,

get that new issue of Chew?

I was hoping to borrow it.

You read... Chew?

Yeahyou kidding?
She's, like, the...

the fan club president.

Except I think releasing
number 27 out of sequence

waway weird.

Me, too. I don't get why you do that,

especially when the USDA suicide mission
was so cool in 18.

I'll get it from you later.

We are very lucky
we caught it in time.

You could have had a seizure,

gone into a coma.

I know it was stupid.

Well, we all do
stupid things to fit in.

Like me wearing
this football costume.

Uniform. Good Lord!

Whatever.

Mrs. H is gonna give you a ride home

so you can get some rest. Okay.

Don't worr you'll be okay
for threst of your trip.

And no one will ever know.

Thank you for covering for me.

I know this is not going to help
with your popularity problem.

Don't u worry about me.

You take care of yourself,
Betty the Belle.

I'm off to face the music,

the weird, old-timey, banjo-y music.

Lemon, I'm sorry.

Really?

You really think
"sorry's" gonna cut it?

Um... yes.

Just tell me why.

Why'd you do it?

Are you just...
mocking us?

Are our traditions
just a big joke to you?

Do you think you're
just too good for us here?

No!

Then admit it, you are just hell-bent

on destroying anything
that's important to me...

the-the parade, my
engagement party...

No!
Then why?

Why did you crash your float?

Exactly.

Everyone...

Zoe Hart may be Harley
Wilkes' daughter,

but she is not him,

and I think I speak for
everyone when I say:

we don't want you here.

Hey.

Heard you were hiding.

I blew it.
I'm sorry I disappointed you.

I know you just wanted me to fit in,

but I'm not Harley.

Now, I am sorry if you feel
like I was pressuring you.

Look, Brick is a good doctor,

but sometimes he gets
stuck in his ways and...

worse, he puts his own needs first.

Harley wasn't like that.
Yeah, yeah.

Harley was a saint,
and I'm nothing like him.

Oh, no, no, no, no,
you don't understand.

Listen, what you did today,
sacrificing yourself

to be a part of this town,
to treat a patient,

that was amazing.

And that was Harley to the core.

Thanks, Mrs. H.

Listen, like you...

I've been a little lost...

and this job, I mean,
sometimes I love it,

but... it's just, it's not my dream.

Six months ago, my daughter
and I, we bought a bakery

down in Shreveport, and I
was gonna move down there

to help her start it up.

But then Harley died,

and I didn't want to
leave BlueBell until...

...until the right person
came along to take after him.

What are you saying?

♪ ♪

I think... I think it's okay
for me to leave now.

Mrs. H, I'm not the right person.

There is no way I can get
30% of those patients now.

I'll lose the practice,
and the fellowship.

One day soon, people are
gonna see that your heart

is as deep as Harley's was,

and that, like him,

you list.

I'm confident.

♪ ♪

Good-bye, Dr. Hart.

Believe me, you're
gonna do just fine.

♪ ♪

And if you're ever in doubt,

you have these.

He's in there.

I'm just sorry you
didn't get to know him

like you deserved to.

♪ ♪

She was so happy that day.

The Founder's Parade
was her favorite event

of the whole season.

Every year at this time, I think...

maybe Mama'll come back.

If not to see us, then...

at least to see the Belle float.

Sugar...

it was 12 years ago she left.

You're gonna have
to start letting go.

Have you?

♪ ♪

Why are you hiding?

Hiding on the back porch?

What's the matter with you today?

You disobeyed ...

at do you want?

I've been thinking
about your symptoms.

Maybe I iagnosed you
the first time you came in.

Really?

Who's this?

Oh.

This is Prince...

Purr... fection the Third.

Oh, yeah?

So...

I was looking at your file,

and I noticed that
your illnesses began

after your mother died.

So?

It must be hard to
be here without her.

I don't have any family here, either.

And I miss it...

them... more than
I would have guessed.

She made the best peach pie.

I love peach pie.

You do?

You don't look like
you eat no peach pie.

Oh, I'll eat a peach pie.

You put a peach pie in front of me,
I will eat it.

Well, we got plenty of it here.