Hart of Dixie (2011–2015): Season 1, Episode 3 - Gumbo & Glory - full transcript

Dr. Hart?

Dr. Harley Wilkes.
I'm from BlueBell, Alabama.

Harley Wilkes was your father.
- What?

He left you his practice.

He shares it with Dr. Breeland.

Brick's been waiting a long time
to get BlueBell all to himself.

We haven't met. I'm Dr. Zoe Hart.

I'm not gonna share this office.
Not for one minute.

This is Lemon Breeland.
- You're Brick's daughter, right?

I'm George Tucker.

You're the mayor?
Lavon Hayes, the linebacker.



You share a generator with the guy
in the gatehouse, Wade Kinsella.

You here on a date with that, uh, Dr. Hart?

If I do recall,
we are at your engagement party.

- You know how difficult this is for me.
- Difficult never stopped me.

I can't see how you can contest
Harvey Wilkes' will now.

- Find a way.
If one partner doesn't bring in...

...30 percent of the revenue every quarter,
the other partner can buy him or her out.

I apologize for what I'm about to do.
Wade, I need to create a diversion.

I think I speak for everyone when I say
we don't want you here.

Oh, hey there, doc. Notice how whenever
I come around, there's always sparks.

If you like that,
wait till you see my Taser.

Want me to help you fix the fuse box or not?

The fuse keeps blowing
because of your new amp.

So, no, I do not want or need your help.



My guess is you're overloading it
with all your girl stuff.

Yeah, that's me, with my girly Wi-Fi
connection and my silly cell phone...

...that I only use
to look at pictures of ponies.

Apparently I've alienated
most of the people in this town-

More like all of them.

So the Internet and the phone
are my only contact with humanity.

Okay, I'm gonna get
a bucket of lake water...

...so when you catch on fire,
it doesn't spread my way.

Oh, man. Look who it is.

I hear an ad on the radio

Now give me your hand

Hey, you're the one who ruined
our parade, aren't you?

Yeah, that was me. Thanks for remembering.

- Hi.
Oh, good morning, Shelley.

I'm in the mood for an egg-white omelet
with feta cheese and kalamata olives.

Get over that mood. Get fried or scrambled.

- Scrambled would be great.
- Okay. Scrambled to go.

- I didn't say to go.
- I'm just thinking about your safety.

Just give me your hand

Hello there, Dr. Hart.

Are you sure you wanna be seen
talking to me?

Um, heh.

- Yeah, I'll take my chances.
- What's with the suit?

- You have a funeral to get to?
- No, I'm taking depositions up in Mobile.

But I just wanted to warn you...

...I think someone, as a joke, signed you
up for our annual cook-off tomorrow.

Did it occur to you
that I may have signed up?

No, it did not.

- Because I did.
- You did?

I love to cook. I cook like crazy.
Cook all the time.

Watch the cooking shows
on the cooking-show channel. Do you?

- I don't get that channel.
- You should lobby your cable provider.

It is an excellent venue for shows
about cooking, which I love to do.

Okay, then.

Well, I should probably tell you
that Brick Breeland...

...pretty much always wins our cook-off.

So I've heard. But I don't care.

Face it, I haven't started off
well in BlueBell...

...with sabotaging the parade,
making an arch-enemy of your fianc?e.

- Misdiagnosing a tick bite.
- I'm glad you are keeping track.

You know more than anyone...

...I need 30 percent of the patients
to keep my practice.

- Gumbo's gonna do that how?
I'm a good doctor.

But apparently, the people of BlueBell
are quick to distrust strangers.

I need to prove to this town
that I belong here.

What better way than participating
in the town cook-off?

If I beat Brick while I'm at it,
well, that would just be the cherry...

...on the gumbo.

Well, okay.

Alrighty, AnnaBeth, now what is it you
wanna tell us about that Dr. Hart?

Well, I heard from my cousin Rhonda's
boyfriend, Lane...

...who's best friends with Zander,
who mows-

Oh, my goodness, AnnaBeth,
I can feel myself aging.

Sorry.

The lawn boy says sometimes
Zoe Hart has breakfast with the mayor.

In his home?

Mm-hm.

Is your lawn boy suggesting
they're sleeping together?

What? Oh, lord, no. She comes in
from the carriage house to eat.

- First thing, wakes up and walks right over.
Oh.

Of course she does, silly,
that's where the food is.

If they're not sleeping together,
what was the point of your tale?

She parades around in front of the mayor...

...without a stitch of makeup.

Well, obviously, that girl-

Continue your reconnaissance, AnnaBeth.
That girl is a walking-

Hello.

A walking menace.

Hi. Name, insurance carrier,
and Dr. Breeland will be right with you.

Actually, I'm a doctor.
I work here. Who are you?

Didi. Your new receptionist?

- Our new receptionist?
- That's strange.

Dr. Breeland never mentioned
another doctor.

Not that strange, really.

I'm sorry, you can wait a bit
or you can come back later.

Doris Culp thinks Albert
is having a heart attack again.

I think we all know she's just trying
to handicap my gumbo making.

But little does she know
that I put my pot on last night. Ha, ha.

How could you hire a receptionist
without consulting me?

- We share this practice.
- Except all the patients are mine.

But if you wanna choose the kind of
lollipops we hand out, that's all yours.

I vote for lime or cherry.

Not grape.

Oh, you're back again?
- Hi.

I'm so sorry,
but Dr. Breeland just stepped out.

Wh-? Excuse me. How do you know
he's here to see Brick and not me?

I will ask, but don't get your hopes up.

I was in the neighborhood,
thought I'd look in on Dr. Hart.

- How you doing?
- Hey.

Ha, ha. I'm Lavon Hayes.
I don't believe we've met.

Hi, I'm Didi.
I've only been living here a short while.

I just moved out from Georgia
about a month ago.

Oh. Well, please allow the mayor
of our fair town to welcome you.

The mayor? Wow.

Look at me, getting all flustered
around famous people.

- Where's Dr. Breeland?
- He had to leave. Can I help you?

- Are you a doctor?
- I know, right? Weird.

- My son was bitten by a snake.
- Okay, no problem, let's check it out.

He had a sleepover and they went
to explore the old Hooper house...

...where I have told him a million times
not to play.

And there was a snake?

He didn't see it.
He stepped into a hole and it bit him.

Which is why we don't play
in that house.

No cyanosis, minor swelling,
and no fever.

Ahh. So it wasn't poisonous?

- Probably.
- Probably it was or probably it wasn't?

I'm gonna go get him an antihistamine.
Excuse me.

Sorry, I need to check something online.

So is that Lavon guy single?

Huh?

- Yeah, he is.
- Seems really nice.

And cute.

But he's the mayor, so I'm sure he's
got tons and tons of girls swooning-

"To treat a snakebite,
you need to determine the kind of snake...

...that made the bite. " Crap.

Did you just ask Jeeves
how to cure a snakebite?

Here you go. So luckily, reaction is local,
so the chance of envenomation is small.

But I wanna make sure we know exactly
what kind of snake we're dealing with...

...so I'm just gonna do some quick research.
You sit tight. I'll take that.

I'm Southern

First the fuse box,
then you don't have a car.

I'm there, doc...

...if you need my help.

'Cause this is how we roll, baby

Technically, I did not need your help.

I finally get my first patient
and it's a snakebite.

I simply needed you to take me to the snake.

You are my ride.
Not my help. Very different.

Okay, well, you got your ride.

But...

But there's a snake in there.

- Probably a few.
- Aren't you gonna come in too?

No. I'm just a driver.

Say please, doc.

Please.

Here, snaky, snaky, snaky.

Ah. The old Hooper house.

I used to bring
my high-school girlfriends here.

Please tell me they were still breathing
at the time.

There's no need to look up,
poisonous ones don't climb.

Well, cottonmouths sometimes...

...but there's none in these parts, usually.

What do you mean "usually"?

Now, what we're looking for is a rattler...

...or a copperhead.

A real pretty tan thing with brown blotches.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

- Ho! Ha-ha-ha.
- Aah! Ow!

Wade!

It's a rope, okay? You are so city.

- Copperhead.
- What?

Copperhead.

Wow.

- That was quick. Lucky we found it.
- Not really.

Whoa.

This is so stupid.
You don't need to carry me.

First rule of a snakebite, doc,
can't let the victim exert herself.

What's the second?
Apply pressure to side of boob?

- Hmm.
- Put me down.

Well, glad I could be of help.

Oh, no. Hon, what happened?

Found the snake. And vice versa.

Oh, my Lord,
thank God for Dr. Breeland.

He knew exactly what kind of snake
bit my son, a copperhead...

...without going anywhere.

And he could tell how much venom
was in there, without going anywhere.

Yeah, well, I got proof firsthand.
Get it? Hand?

You poor thing.
Let's get you in to see the doctor.

- I am the doctor.
- The other doctor.

Come on, come on.

Maybe if you wore a stethoscope
or something.

Well, you should've just called me.

I've seen about a thousand copperhead bites
in my career.

Unfortunately, by the time my people
settled onto the island of Manhattan...

...the copperhead population had dwindled.

I think we can agree that after this,
between the two of us...

...one of us belongs in this town...

...the other does not.

Can you believe he said that?
It's gonna make it all the more delicious...

...when I destroy him in the gumbo contest.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm looking for the wrong thing.
You want the magic gumbo pot.

- Heh.
- Ha, ha.

Oh, hey, I forgot to tell you.

Our new receptionist, Didi, asked about you.

- She did?
- Uh-huh. She thinks you're cute. Ask her out.

Yeah, uh, there's something-

Someone I'm still kind of trying
to get over. Thanks, though.

Aha. Mm.

Here it is. I knew I had one
because I banged on it once...

- ... to scare off a possum.
- Perfect.

It doesn't come with the gumbo
already in it, you know. Heh.

The cook-off is tomorrow.

I hope you know gumbo takes a while
to prepare.

You see, the word "prepare"
can be interpreted in many ways.

It so happens that Emeril Lagasse
is one of my mother's clients.

He agreed to overnight me a vat
of his best gumbo.

I am prepared for it to arrive...

...at which point,
I will prepare to put it into this pot.

I did not hear any of that, you understand?

I am the mayor of this town, sworn to uphold
the laws and the traditions...

...and the integrity of the gumbo festival.

I just wanna beat Brick.
Just let me win. Come on.

Hey, doc, I found this package,
or what's left of it, on your stoop.

Ba-blow.

That's my gumbo. Look at this.

I'm gonna sue that stupid overnight carrier.

Heh. Well, you might have to sue
the mayor's alligator.

I saw him slithering away one happy reptile.

- Burt Reynolds ate my gumbo.
- You cannot blame the gator.

Besides, keeps me from having
to disqualify you.

My Uncle Mo's got a pretty kick-ass
gumbo recipe. If you want my help-

I don't need your help, okay?
Last time I had your help, I also got this.

- What are you gonna do now?
- I have no choice.

I'll have Emeril e-mail me his recipe
and I'll make my own gumbo.

- Do you know how to cook?
- Why does everyone keep asking me?

Uh, because we don't think you can cook.

I'm gonna figure it out, okay?
Come hell or high water...

...I'm gonna become
a respected part of this...

...extremely charming community.

How was your breakfast this morning
at the Rammer Jammer?

Same as it is most days.
I had the fruit plate.

Mm-hm. And who all was there?

Lemon, if you would like to ask me
if I ran into Zoe Hart...

...well, I can't take the suspense.

You got eyes all over this town,
you know I did.

- Why is all I wanna know.
- Well-

I mean, why would you
be treating a woman...

...who's so obviously out to destroy me
with such unapologetic kindness?

We're supposed to treat everyone kindly,
sweetheart. I think it's in the Bible.

Mm-hm. There's also something in there
about being loyal to your fianc?e...

...against her sworn enemies.

That's Deuteronomy, right? That one?

What would you have me do,
avoid all contact?

- You can't be serious.
- Why? Do you want contact with her?

No, I have no interest in Zoe Hart.
But I also

There's no problem, then, is there?
Yay. We agree.

You don't talk to her, and then everyone
sees that we are on the same team.

Have a good day, sweetheart.

Hey.

Well, hey yourself, Mr. Mayor.

It's good to see you.

The recipe says the shrimp can't have veins.

I don't know what shrimp you got
in New York. In Alabama, shrimp got veins.

Now, you want them deveined,
you gonna have to do that yourself.

You can use our butcher block out back.

But I don't know how to devein a shrimp.

You're the new doctor, right?

Pretend like you're doing surgery
on a little, teeny, tiny shrimpy patient.

Shoot. Stupid shrimp.

Come on, shrimp.

Having problems?
- I'm sorry I wasted my time...

...in medical school when all I needed
was a course in Cajun cooking.

The cook-off is tomorrow,
and of course that stupid alligator-

Now I'm cutting the veins out of shrimp
with one hand.

And they're slippery and they're slimy.

Hasn't this town heard
of precooked shrimp?

What I got out of that is you're having
problems with your gumbo.

- My gumbo?
Yeah.

Try everything.

Whatever I do down here
reflects on the memory of Harley Wilkes.

I have got to make people believe that
I'm worthy of following in his footsteps.

So it may sound silly...

...but it seems that the only way
to make that happen...

...is by winning this cook-off.

Put down the knife.

Back away from the shrimp.

You're coming with me, okay? I got an idea.

- Good, because I'm losing my mind.
- Come on.

I mean, come on, a slice of pizza
at 2 in the morning? There's-

Stop, you're making me hungry for New York.

But you know what I really love?

The buttercup cod at Bond Street,
I used to dream about that.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yes.

No, my favorite sushi is at Jewel Bako
on 5th Street.

- Never had it.
- No?

No.
- Ha, ha.

Ah. All right, favorite dish. Whew.

Mine is the sweet corn-

- The risotto at Per Se?
- Per Se, yeah.

- That's my favorite too.
- So good.

I used to go on my nights off
from the hospital.

Wow. Yeah, my office was right around the
corner. I used to take clients all the time.

I wonder if we were ever there
at the same time.

Though I'd probably remember that.

- All right, Zoe Hart, well...
- Hmm. What?

...you may be an expert
at New York cuisine, but I know gumbo.

The secret to a good gumbo is the base.
You gotta use fresh tomatoes.

Like this. Is this not the most
incredible tomato you've ever seen?

- Worth the drive alone.
- Nothing like all other tomatoes.

So how is the wedding planning coming?

Oh, it's, uh, fairly insane.

Tastings, florists.

Lemon wants it to be
the event of the season.

And by season, she means millennium. Heh.

Lemon just wants the best
for everything, I guess.

Then you should definitely get her some
of those world-famous tomatoes too.

Yeah, I don't think she needs any.

- Oh, my God.
What?

That's the reason why we drove out
to the middle of nowhere.

Lemon doesn't know you're with me.

Well- You're not exactly
one of her favorite people.

Yeah.

- She asked me not to talk to you.
- Of course she did.

I'm the lunatic that ruined her parade.

Stay away from crazy Zoe
and her witchy, blue-state black magic.

I didn't think you believed that too.

So you ran into her on the street
and you said what?

Just "hey. "
- That was it? Just "hey. "

Just "hey. "

Then I might've said, uh:

- "Nice to see you. "
Whoa.

I know.

I thought you said you laid on the charm
when you first saw her.

That was before I knew she was into me.
I froze. I had no idea how to even start.

How you normally start things?
Go back to that.

Lavon Hayes was a pro-football player.
People started things for me.

Look, you're just-

You're a little out of shape is all, champ.
You need practice.

- Practice?
- Can't go in a game all cold.

Here. Look, pretend I'm her.
Act like I'm, uh-

- Wait, what's her name again?
- Didi.

- Pretend I'm Didi.
- I wish I had my gun.

Is it D-I-D-I? Or D-double-E, D-double-E?
Because I've seen it spelled both ways.

- Why is that important?
- I'm trying to understand my character.

All right. Go ahead. I'm her.

Hey, Didi.

Well, hey there. Don't you just look fine.

- Oh, dear God.
- Why would you say that?

Huh? I mean, you know,
because she thinks you're hot or something.

Yeah, but she wouldn't say it first thing.

Girls do to me.

We're not pretending it's you,
we're pretending it's me.

Hey, dude, I'm trying to help you out here.

- You're really bad at this.
- Okay, fine, you know what?

I'm calling an audible.
Whole new plan. Ignore her.

- What?
- Freeze her out.

I know for a fact chicks dig that.

- Really?
- Okay, I have to put a stop to this.

Asking Wade how to woo women...

...is like asking a hunter
how to train bears.

A woman wants a romantic gesture.
Do that.

I don't know, could be a trick.

Ah, I should've asked
for another paper bag...

...so I could cover my head,
you could sneak me into the car.

- You're funny.
- Someone call 911.

I'm a doctor, what is it?

- The farmer's been in an accident.
- I'm gonna go help out.

Just go. I'll find a way home.

He was trying to fix it and it just-
The thing collapsed on him.

- Pulse is weak.
- Okay, let's get it off him. Come on.

Wait, stop.
This part is gouging into a major artery.

It's stopping the blood flow.
If you lift it, he'll bleed out.

- But we gotta get him to the hospital.
- The hospital's 30 minutes away.

Go out to the road, wait for
the ambulance, direct it back here.

- Give me your tie.
- Yeah, of course.

Even when the ambulance gets here,
it's gonna take 30 minutes...

...to get him to hospital. He won't make it.

We have to stop the bleeding.

Oh, God. I only have one hand.
I can't do this by myself.

We have no choice, we have to call Brick.

I know.

I'll call him.

Okay, I'll page Dr. Breeland.
Good luck, Mr. Tucker.

My goodness, what lovely flowers.

- Hello there, you must be Didi.
- That's right.

It's a pretty name.
I'm Dr. Breeland's daughter.

When Daddy told me he hired
a new receptionist, I said:

"You have got to bring that girl
a covered dish. "

That is so sweet of you.

Well, I ought to feel welcomed by now,
a casserole from you...

...flowers from the mayor.

- Mayor?
- Lavon Hayes?

Why, yes, I know who our mayor is, dear.

That is just so thoughtful of him.

He is quite the public servant, isn't he?

He is so nice. I was just about
to call him and thank him.

You know what? I would wait,
because men, they enjoy the chase.

You might be right.

Hey, listen, Didi. You know what?
There don't seem to be any patients.

Why don't you close up early
and you and I go out for a drink?

- Really?
- Yeah.

Wow. Uh...

That would be great. I would just love that.

Okay, okay. Don't worry, I'm here.

As are the two of you.

Interesting.

Oscar, it's Dr. Breeland. Can you hear me?

- You know him?
- Of course. Have you talked to his wife?

There wasn't time. I've been putting on
his tourniquet and monitoring his pulse.

I'm guessing he's lost
over 500 cc's of blood.

Only reason he hasn't bled to death is
this thing is acting as an arterial clamp.

- And if they lift it, he will die.
- Right.

Our only hope is to do an arterial
cut-down above the point of impact.

- But I only have one hand, so...
- An arterial cut-down?

I've done a lot of them.
I can talk you through it.

- You want me to be your puppet?
- I want us to save his life.

All right, now you need to make
the longitudinal incision.

Eight centimeters distal
to the antecubital fossa.

Using an 11-blade scalpel.

All right.

- I have made the incision.
- I need you to use your fingers to push...

...until you palpate the radial artery.
Radial artery is connected to the thumb.

I know where radial artery is.
I did go to medical school too.

Let me know when it's isolated.

Yeah. I got it.

Now, remember, the radial nerve is
immediately lateral to the radial artery.

Maneuver around it.

- If you kink that nerve-
- Paralysis. Again, I know.

Now, with one hand,
I need you to push aside the muscle...

...and with the other,
I need you to clamp the artery.

He's waking up.
- He can't move. He'll rip the artery.

You can't move now.
I'm doing this as quick as I can.

I know it hurts, I know it hurts,
but you gotta stay still.

Just think of Patty and Tyler
and think of little Maggie.

Come on. Can you do this for them?
That's it, that's it, that's it.

- Good job, Brick.
- Yeah.

All right. Apply the clamp.

- Yeah, it's clamped.
- Good.

Now you need to slowly bring
the systolic down to test it.

Okay.

Oh, thank the Lord. He's not bleeding out.

All right. Let's get him out of here.

Hang in there, Oscar. They're coming.

I don't get it.

You send someone flowers, and they're
supposed to call and say thank you.

Maybe she's allergic to flowers.
You know, maybe her face is all:

Zoe said Didi likes me.
So why don't she call?

Hey, Bridget Jones...

...why don't you quit whining, beer up,
come sit down...

...so I can whoop your ass
at this game real fast? Thank you.

You're right. You're right. Screw it.

Thank you.

If she wanna pass up a shot
at Lavon Hayes...

- Lavon Hayes.
- ... I'm saying, it's her loss.

- All right. Get that dirt off your shoulder.
- Yeah. Heh, heh.

Let's do this.

Hey, can we lower the volume a bit?
In case, you know, the phone rings.

So tell me about yourself. You wanna
settle down in BlueBell permanently?

I think so. It's a real beautiful town.

And everyone seems real sweet,
starting with the mayor.

- He is so nice.
- So nice.

Yes, we covered this already. Heh.

So tell me, Didi, what do you wanna do?

I can't imagine a bright girl like you
would wanna be a receptionist forever.

Oh, no, no.
Obviously, this isn't my dream job.

It doesn't pay very well, but Dr. Breeland
said I was definitely gonna get a raise.

Oh, Daddy. Heh.

My goodness. You know what?
Let me tell you.

Since we are talking about nice men,
my daddy is the nicest man.

But when he says he will pay you more...

...he means more compliments
and that is about it.

Uh- Oh.

You know, I think I know a way where
you can make twice as much money.

- Really?
- Yes. We are Alabama women.

We need to help each other
whenever we can.

Wow.

Whew. That was amazing.
You were so focused and in control in there.

That was impressive.

That was surgery.
I've trained for it my whole life.

Just never done it via proxy
or ankle-deep in manure.

Gonna get you to the hospital real quick.
And don't you worry about Patty...

...I'm gonna stop by the house,
tell her you are gonna be fine.

- Thank you.
- Where's the doctor who saved you?

There he is. Dr. Breeland.

- Oh. Nice job, sir. You performed a miracle.
I did what I had to do.

You might wanna be getting home now,
George.

It's getting late.

I did it.
I saved that man's arm and his life.

I had to stand there and watch
while he took all the credit for it.

Sucks. Oh, that's not salt.

That's cleanser.

You're not the only one saving lives
around here.

I've been up all night cooking this stuff.
I can't even see straight.

- What did I do to make Brick hate me?
- It's not you, sweetheart, it's him.

He's an arrogant son of a bitch.
Always has been.

One thing I can bet those
shorts of yours on...

...the entire town's gonna think
he's a hero by now.

You know what? Screw George.

- George?
- I'm gonna set everyone straight.

I'm gonna march into that cook-off
and tell everyone what a phony Brick is.

No, you're not. If you want people
to think that you're one of them...

...go to the cook-off,
put your game face on...

...suck it up,
and mix in with the community.

Hmm?

Fine. You're right.

Maybe I can still win the gumbo contest.
Will you try it?

A moral victory is good too.

Oh, man.

- Do you have a garbage disposal?
- Wait, no. Hang on.

This can't afford to go to waste.

Mm.

Burt Reynolds. Breakfast time.

Oh, Mama
I've been talkin' to those Western stars

They give me comfort at night
Right lyin' in the back of the car

And I can see your face
In the place that I go when I'm there

Me and Jimmy and the boys
Runnin' dark up in the mountain air, yeah

I heard he did the entire procedure
lying on the ground.

On his stomach.

And then got home in time...

...to make his gumbo
even more scrumptious than last year.

Mm.

Old Fletcher's in the car
Drinkin' whiskey from a jar

I'm just so proud of you, I could burst.
How about lemonade for the town hero?

No more of that hero talk from you.
But a nice cold drink sounds good.

- George?
- No, I'm okay. Thanks.

So you are really gonna let all these
people think it was all your doing, huh?

Well, you gonna contradict me?

Then you'd have to explain
what you were doing outside of town...

- ... all alone with that woman.
- Heh.

- You know nothing was going on.
- You and I may believe that...

...but I'm not so sure
that my daughter would.

Oh, hey.

Lovin', oh, Lord, can make me change my ways

Mayor. Mr. Mayor.

- Yeah? Yeah?
You hear the news?

- No.
- Brick saved that man's arm and his life.

Next meeting, we got to take a vote
on having a Brick Breeland Day.

Yeah, I will consider it, Dash. Thank you.

Moral victories bite. I'm getting a drink.

Mr. Mayor, I wanna say thank you
so much for the beautiful flowers.

Flowers?

Oh, yeah, yeah, I did send flowers.
I'm glad you like them. Ahem.

Well, okay. Thanks again. Bye.

Didi. Uh, Didi.

Would you like to go out to dinner sometime?
With me, I mean. Heh.

Oh. Gosh, um... Wow, uh...

I'm sorry. I'm moving to Montgomery
in a couple days.

- I'm sorry. You're moving?
- Yeah. I got a job at a law firm up there.

And the salary is way more
than I'm making now.

I still got a lot of school loans to pay.
So, um, I'm sorry, I like you...

...but there's no point in getting involved
if I'm not staying.

Right. No, yeah, I get it. Heh.

Good for you, yeah. And good luck to you.

There's Lemon. I have to go thank her.

She called in a favor, got me the job.
How nice is that?

Are you not telling the truth to protect
George? If you were, that'd be stupid.

For the 400th time,
I do not need your advice...

...your help, or your Alabama loving.

- Just give me another water, okay?
- Yep.

- I'll have another lemonade, son.
Got it.

I hope you're not boozing.
We got office hours this afternoon.

Of course, seeing how you don't
have patients, what the hell, drink up.

I know my responsibilities. I'm honorable.

Brick, I just spoke to a guy down at WBMA.

The radio station wants to do a story
about you for saving Oscar Balderrama.

Well, that sounds good, Tom.

- How dare you?
- Excuse me?

How can you stand there and take credit
for something that I did?

If you would've been there alone,
that man would be one-armed or worse.

You know that I was the brains behind
that procedure, you were my assistant.

Dr. Brick Breeland is no one's assistant.

Most certainly not some arrogant
New York newbie.

I may be a newbie, but I am also a surgeon.

And like it or not, I was useful yesterday.

You know how much it would mean
to me to finally prove myself.

You know that I need patients
to hold on to my father's practice.

But you are a prideful Southern man...

...who can't admit
that he had to defer to a woman.

Ms. Hart, that is my practice too.

One that I have worked a long time for.
One that I deserve to have all to myself.

And, yes, you may have led the way
on that cut-down...

...but that is not all that happened
out there.

When Oscar was panicking and pushing
that plow off and about to bleed out...

...I am the one who got him calm.

And I am the one who went
to the hospital and stayed with him.

And I am the one who went out
to that farm and talked to his wife...

...and I promised her,
her husband was gonna be all right...

...his arm was gonna be all right,
their farm was gonna be all right.

I don't recall seeing you out there.

Yes, I admit, I may be a proud man.

And maybe I did take credit
for a procedure I didn't wholly do.

But if you can't admit that I saved
Oscar's life just as much as you did...

...then you are just as prideful as I am.

May I have your attention, please?

Attention, please.

It's that time again.

And the winner
of this year's gumbo cook-off...

...and still champion...

...our local hero, Dr. Brick Breeland.

Go, Daddy.
Come on down here.

- Thank you.
Brick, speech.

Well, thank y'all. Thank you all so much.
I really appreciate it.

You know, as they say in Hollywood...

...my gumbo was honored
just to be nominated.

But I gotta tell you...

Congratulations.
Your gumbo won second prize.

What? But I didn't-

because it was so good.

I did take a taste of everybody's gumbo,
I don't know...

Oh, my God. I hope that Daddy
doesn't make that dumbo joke again.

You okay, honey?

Lemon, I'm about to do something
that's gonna make you really angry.

- What?
Just remember that I love you.

I'm gonna tell the truth
about what happened yesterday.

I don't care if Lemon finds out.

People need to know who saved that farmer.

George. Don't. It's not as simple as that.

Brick may have done more than I realized.

It just goes to prove what I've always said.

Any dumbo can make some gumbo.

But enough of my yapping. Let's eat.

Folks, um, folks,
if I could just add one thing.

I just learned that my gumbo
took second prize somehow.

And as runner-up, I would like to offer
my personal congratulations...

...to Dr. Breeland.

I'm sure your gumbo is excellent.

And I look forward to learning
the secret of making it...

...just as I look forward to learning
from you in our medical practice.

To Brick.

- Hey, man, um, I need a favor.
- Yeah.

Is Thelma still planning to stay
with her mom?

George.
- I think so. Um-

You know, can I just have a minute?

What on earth am I supposed
to be so mad at you about?

Uh, well, I was just gonna-
I was gonna go up there...

...and say how I didn't think it was fair...

...that the same person
won two years in a row.

That's not what I was gonna say.

I didn't go to a meeting yesterday.

I took Zoe Hart to go get ingredients
for her gumbo.

What? But I specifically asked you not to.

I know. But Zoe is new in town.
She doesn't have any friends.

And, Lemon, I don't like ultimatums.
And I like to be trusted.

You're right.

And I do trust you, sweetheart.

But where Zoe Hart is concerned...

...we're just gonna
have to agree to disagree.

- Mm. Such a cute mayor. Mm.
Oh. Oh.

Ha, ha. Thank you.

Hey. I can't believe
that you made my gumbo.

Thank you, you are a good friend.

Uh, what are you talking about? I-

Jeez, Lavon, cheating for a girl.
Where have your mayoral ethics gone?

Wade, can't you ever just let us have
a nice moment?

- Sorry.
Sheesh.

Lemon. Lemon.
Hi.

I was just about to call you.

Listen, I so, so appreciate
you finding me that job.

But the thing is,
well, I don't wanna go to Montgomery.

- But it's a good job. It's a great salary.
- I know, but I got offered another job...

- ... here in BlueBell, for the same money.
- What?

- I start next week.
- What job?

I'm gonna be George Tucker's assistant.
Great, right?

With him being your fianc?, you and I
will see each other all the time.

George- His assistant. Heh. Yay.

And the whole thing was the mayor's idea.

- Oh, my God, he is so-
- Don't say it.

He is, um...

He's just such an angel.

What I don't get is how you did it.

Did what?

Well, you must've been cooking
all night. Heh.

Your Uncle Mo would be proud of you.

I don't know
what you've been drinking, Lavon.

You're acting crazy as all get out.

Uh-huh.

I know what I know.

You did Zoe a solid.

Aw, you're a good guy.

I don't know what you're talking about,
Mr. Mayor.

But Zoe Hart, she doesn't need my help.

You can just ask her yourself.

Well, I'll let Dr. Breeland
know you're here.

Thanks.

- I tried to explain there are two doctors-
- It's okay.

Now, Harold, why don't you come on in?
Right on back in there.

Mrs. Dixon, it's gonna be a while. Um...

Why don't you see Dr. Hart today?
She'll take good care of you.

Two-fourteen, October 10th.

Write that down somewhere, would you?

Mrs. Dixon.