Hart of Dixie (2011–2015): Season 2, Episode 2 - Always on My Mind - full transcript
Wade bets $100 that Zoe can't resist him physically 48 hours. Her plan to avoid him breaks down when Rose begs her help to out-stage a classmate by luring a major artist to Bluebell for a musical festival and Zoe's New york contacts can't deliver, so the last shot is Wade's ex, who will only come with her band if he apologizes for leaving it and her. He delivers, but Zoe's clumsy handling of the hypochondriac chases her last minute, so George must take her place as singer, and saves the day. Meanwhile Lemon tries to prove herself independent as waitress, but fails utterly.
Lemon, I cannot marry you.
Not when a part of me is
in love with someone else.
Last night, when George was
calling off his wedding,
I was kind of having
sex with Wade.
This doesn't mean anything.
I don't really care.
How are you?
Determined to get a job,
move on with my life.
There's a job opening here
if you want it.
And what better way
to show the town of BlueBell
that you are willing
to start over.
I'm Ruby.
Why haven't we met before?
You know in high school,
you had me wrapped
around your little finger.
I decided to stick
around for a while.
You don't know who you are
without Lemon.
You're asking me
to date other people?
One day, you will
be single and healed.
And so will I.
Nope.
Nope?
That is never happening again.
Never, never, never, never.
Wow, Doc, that's one more
"never" than yesterday.
You must, uh, really
mean it this time.
I do.
You can't quit now,
not when you're finally
getting the hang of it.
I am not finally getting...
You know, never mind,
it doesn't matter,
because that
is never happening again.
Just help me find my pants.
Uh, that pile.
The...
Ooh.
Maybe you, uh,
just need a soothing hug.
Come on.
Damn it.
Wake up, Zoe.
Zoe...
Ow!
Hey, Rose!
What are you doing up so early?
Sleep in, why don't ya?
You're a teenager.
Where are your pants?
Oh, nowhere.
I was, uh, running.
Pantless.
In heels, it's a new thing.
People are doing it.
I'm a doctor, have to keep up.
Rose, look at me!
Exercise is so important.
Come inside.
Okay, so you remember
how I finally found
my niche in high school?
Ironic Japanese anime girl?
After that.
Indie rock girl?
Right.
Well, guess who's going
to the Black Keys concert
this weekend in Austin?
You?
Rose, that is so exciting!
No, if it was me,
I would've gone,
"Oh, my God, guess who's going
"to the Black Keys concert
this weekend in Austin?"
Like that.
No, Sara Lynn Willoughby.
And when she walks into school
on Monday wearing that T-shirt,
I'll be back to eating lunch
at the table by the Dumpster.
Please, you have to help me.
Okay, how?
Just diagnose me with liver
failure and medevac me
to Austin for a transplant.
Oh, man, you know
I totally would,
if it weren't wrong
in every possible way.
Don't try to copy
Sara Lynn Willoughby,
that is the opposite
of "indie."
Be Rose, the best you
that you can be.
Like you with your
pantsless running?
There are health benefits, okay?
You're turning me into a liar.
And how is that?
People ask me,
"Is your sister really a
waitress at the Rammer Jammer?"
And I say no.
Don't you ever think
about anyone but yourself?
Magnolia Breeland, there is
no shame in honest work.
I am an independent woman,
working to save money to
move out of my father's house
and into my own apartment.
It's an inspiring
story actually.
Hey, good morning, girls.
Good morning.
Daddy, please make
Lemon quit her job!
Just give her money so our
family is not a laughingstock.
Oh, no, no, no,
I have learned my lesson,
I am not just
giving you girls money
and smoothing your way anymore.
It is not good for anyone.
Oh, my God, see
what you've done?
Thank you, Daddy.
Not at all.
Hey, you're doing
honest hard work.
Good for you.
You know, I just remembered.
You know, with Addy enrolling
in graduate school in Mobile,
I'm gonna be needing
a new receptionist.
You know, that job,
it's got medical benefits, and a
401K, and a nice, comfy chair...
Thank you, but working for my
daddy is not that far removed
from being taken care of
by my daddy, now is it?
Oh, no, I was just thinking
about the wording for an ad.
Mm-hmm.
Thank you, ma'am.
Hey, stranger.
I haven't seen you all week.
Well, yeah, you know,
it's a big town.
Oh, yes, it's so big.
So easy to hide in.
Well, hey, hey, Lavon Hayes
hides from no one.
You know, I've just been,
uh, busy running things.
Oh, you've been running,
all right.
But don't, okay?
Nothing to be afraid of here.
Hey, guys.
Hey, Zoe.
Hey, guys. Coffee?
Hey, thanks so much
for the movie last night.
So fun.
Thank you.
Lavon won't watch Kate Hudson movies
with me.
To which I partly credit
my robust mental health.
Mmm, well, I got to go.
I'll, uh, call you later?
Okay.
'Kay.
Mayor Hayes.
Thank you.
She is so cool.
I agree.
She's up to something.
You're still on this?
Ruby is in town
to visit family,
not boil your bunny
because a long ago,
you were too chicken
to break up with her.
You've apologized,
she forgave you.
Done.
Ah, no, no, no.
I apologized,
she accepted, yes.
But she did not forgive me.
Hmm, what do you say to that?
That you might have
exaggerated your mental health.
Says the woman perched
atop a love triangle.
Hey, I told you, not anymore.
I made a choice.
I chose me.
Everything is under control.
I can't be a rebound,
so I won't be with George
until he gets out there
and sows his wild oats.
So, you're really gonna be okay
if he starts to have
sex with someone else?
Whoa, hey, now.
Sex is a long time away.
George's heart needs to heal.
Okay.
And meanwhile, you just keep
getting freaky with Wade.
What?
No, I totally stopped
doing that.
Since when?
Recently.
Like an hour ago.
See? Under control.
Here you go, everyone.
Oh, elbows
off the table, please.
And, sir, if the sun
gets too bright in here,
feel free to wear
your hat indoors.
If not, let's take it off, okay?
Enjoy.
You gotta fire her.
No, she's...
She's not that bad.
She's the worst waitress
we ever had
and we've never been
known for our service.
I'm bussing all her tables
'cause she refuses
to touch half-chewed food!
See?
Take care of it.
No way.
Not happening.
What, you afraid of her?
Yeah.
Casual day at the law firm?
No, I'm just, uh,
just going fishing.
Good.
I mean, if you like fishing.
And it makes you happy.
Are you happy?
Because I want you to be happy.
And I know I threw
a lot at you last week.
Oh, wait, wait.
You're talking
about when you told me
that you want me
to date other people
instead of you, right?
Yup, that was it then.
Yeah, uh...
That...
I'm still not happy about.
And I'm sorry, you know, it's
that you just got out of a...
15 year relationship,
I know, I was there.
Zoe, I am, uh, not giving up
on the two of us.
See, I'm still hoping that
we'll be together someday,
so I'm just gonna take
this time I got here
and I'm gonna become
the best version of myself
that I possibly can be
because well, you deserve that.
Yes.
So do you.
I'm bad.
Bad, bad, bad.
You having sex
with Wade isn't bad.
Not bad?
I've heard
it's freaking awesome.
Ha, hardly.
And it doesn't even matter
because never again.
Oops, aren't you, uh,
aren't you supposed to say
that after we do it?
No more, Wade.
Lavon, tell him.
Me?
No, no, I-I'm way out of this.
This is y'all.
Oh, come on,
you're the landlord.
You can make a rule,
no sex between tenants.
I could make one,
no coming in my kitchen
without knocking, too,
but I doubt anyone would listen.
This wouldn't, uh, happen to be
about George Tucker, would it?
No.
This is about being the best
version of me I can be.
I told Rose to be
her best self.
George is trying
to be his best self.
And sleeping with someone
that I don't even like
is hardly me being mine.
Problem is, Doc, you're hooked.
Oh, I am not hooked.
Yeah, you are.
You try to quit on your own,
I'll bet you $50 we have
sex within the next 48 hours.
$50?
Mmm.
Why don't we make it a 100?
Shake on it.
Out!
Two days without you is easy.
I have gone way
longer than that
without sex.
I have gone years.
Yeah.
That may be part
of the problem.
Oh, there he is!
There he is now!
Hey, Grandpop, please, okay?
What's going on, y'all?
Ruby here has just informed us
that Southern Living magazine
has dropped BlueBell
from their list
of the top 100 Southern towns.
Mm-hmm.
They what now?
The editor is a friend
of mine...
Yeah.
So she just
gave me the heads-up.
It's what we get for electing
a linebacker to run things.
Especially one who let Auburn
score the winning
touchdown off him.
I was clipped on that play,
now the replay was very clear.
What if the tourists don't come?
Who'll buy my toaster cozies?
No, no, now.
The tourism is just fine, okay?
Just today, a-a women's
pro-beach volleyball team
is stopping here
on their way to Daytona.
Daytona, exactly.
More business slipping
through your fingers
like an Auburn running back!
I have been silent long enough!
Grandpa, when have you ever
been silent for five minutes?
No, there is an
election coming up,
and I intend to run
against Mayor Hayes,
and I intend to win!
Okay, Grandpa.
Hmm.
Let's go get some breakfast,
okay?
Let's get you something to eat.
I was blocked in the back.
Yeah, yeah.
Good morning, George.
Table for one?
Lemon, I heard
you got a job here.
I tried to stay away.
But there's only two
restaurants in town
and, well, Fancie's doesn't
serve breakfast, so...
Don't be absurd, George.
We're both two working
adult professionals.
We can occupy the same
space and be civil.
Why don't you
just, um, go ahead
and take a seat
anywhere you'd like.
If you'll excuse me, I have
to go marry the ketchups.
Maybe they'll go
through with it.
Hey.
Hey yourself.
You know, uh,
last time I saw you, I think
I had my fist in your face.
Yeah, yeah, you know, that was
right around the same time
I was body slamming you
through a table.
Good times.
Yeah, it was.
So, I see you hired
my ex-fiancee.
I did.
Hey, uh, wonder if you
might have any advice
I can give to Wally
on how to fire her?
Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
Don't.
I thought so.
All right.
Ruby didn't have to blindside me
with that Southern Living news.
No, she could
have told me first.
She is up to something.
Look, stop being crazy.
Just ask her if she has
an evil plot to destroy you.
Says my reasonable friend who's
on her second bag
of marshmallows.
Hey, it takes a lot
of marshmallows
to get any nutritional value.
Plus, it's almost been 24 hours
since I had sex with Wade.
It's either this or smoking.
Zoe, there you are.
Hi.
I took your advice.
Smart girl like you
should know better.
Like you said,
anyone can go
to a rock concert.
But it takes a really hip,
plugged-in person to throw one.
BlueBellapalooza.
Mumford & Sons, Pink,
Arcade Fire,
Talking Heads Reunion?
This is quite the lineup.
Well, that's what being
plugged-in is all about.
And are you plugged-in?
No, but your mom is.
You said she's worked
with tons of music people.
If she can help me get
just one of these bands.
Rose.
I know, but it has
to be this weekend,
before Sara Lynn Willoughby
gets back
with her stupid
Black Keys T-shirt.
I guess I can ask my mom,
but that is all that I can do.
Oh, thank you,
thank you, thank you.
You're welcome.
Because it kind
of was your idea.
Hey, I said I'd ask.
Hi, Virgil, how you doing?
Good to see you.
Come on with me.
Get you right in here now.
Daddy?
Hold on one second,
just have a seat.
I got your message.
What was so important that you
needed to talk to me in person?
I'll be right back,
I have to quickly drain poor.
Mr. Hanson's abscess
before it bursts.
Sure, go, go, go.
Would you get that, honey?
I'm the only one here today.
Certainly, gy, go.
Dr. Breeland's office.
Yes, could you
call back, please?
Thank you so much.
Daddy?
Listen, according
to your calendar,
Mr. Hanson's only here for his
blood pressure medication.
Whoa, hey, good catch.
You're good at this.
Daddy!
You set this up so I would
want Addy's job.
I have a job, okay?
I thought you said
that you were proud of me.
Well, I'm not.
I mean I'm proud of you, yes,
but you are degrading yourself
to prove to me you're
an independent woman.
I am a great waitress.
And I'm sorry that you're
not thrilled about it,
but I'm not thrilled about you
tongue kissing your girlfriend
in the middle
of town square either.
Okay, I was going to tell you
all about Emily...
I'm happy for you, okay?
I just wish that you
could be happy for me, too.
I just think you are capable
of so much more, Lemonade.
Tell you what,
why don't you and Emily
come the Rammer Jammer
tonight for dinner?
Watch me work.
I mean, isn't this
your night off?
I can pick up an extra shift.
I can meet Emily and serve
you two a lovely meal.
Well, you've served me
many meals.
Yeah, well, this time
you have to tip.
So how are you spending your
newfound freedom, my friend?
Well,
so far, a lot of fishing.
Oh, all right, attaboy.
Trolling the waters,
as they say.
Yeah, just, uh,
waiting for a nibble.
Reeling 'em in.
And then gutting them
and throwing them on the fire.
I hope you're talking
about actual fishing.
I am.
Man, you're single for the first
time since Clinton was president
and you're spending
it alone on a boat.
You should be naked
with strangers.
Boat optional.
I'm not really the-the one-night
stand type of person.
How would you know,
you haven't given it a shot.
Yeah, that's true, but...
Look, even if I did, I don't
have those kind of moves.
And besides, this is
a small town, okay?
People talk and...
Now Lemon works
at the only bar.
Well, you are in luck,
my friend.
Because Lemon is not
working tonight and I am.
And there is a whole crew of
lady beach volleyball players
passing through town.
Can you say,
bump, set and...
You do the spike.
What?
You're the worst
student ever, okay?
Okay, Mom.
Yeah, I understand.
No, we just need someone.
Didn't anyone say yes?
Okay, Mom, I'll call you later.
Man, I really put the "lose"
in BlueBellapalooza.
Hey, how about
Lily Anne Lonergan?
Lily Anne Lonergan?
She's indie, she's local,
she'd be perfect.
Yeah.
Do you know her?
No, but Wade does.
He played in a band with her
before she hit it big solo.
Oh, I forgot that.
Oh, my God, yes!
Could you ask him to call her?
I really don't think that I can.
I think it's a better idea
if Lavon does, I think.
Oh, that's where
your pants went.
Surely you can, uh,
ask the man a question
without falling into bed.
Well, well, well, you caved
sooner than I expected.
You're not winning the bet.
I'm need a favor for Rose.
She's planning
a music festival tomorrow
and she needs a headliner.
Would you ask
Lily Anne Lonergan?
Well, I would, um,
but as it turns out,
Lily Anne hates my guts.
I can't imagine why.
Hmm.
Can't you just call her?
I don't have her number anymore.
Suppose I could show you
where she lives in Mobile,
but you'd have to drive.
What? My car's up on blocks,
see for yourself.
You think if you can get
me in a car alone,
I won't be able to resist
having sex with you?
Oh, you see right
through me, Doc.
Only if I look in your ears.
Ooh!
Mm-hmm.
See you in an hour.
Wear a shirt.
Bring a hundred bucks.
No, no, it's okay if you
can't make it tonight.
We'll just take
a rain check, all right?
It's no big deal,
we'll just do it another night.
Are you kidding, man?
Next time BlueBell
has a bar full of out-of-town
female professional athletes,
you and I will
both be long dead.
Stay the course.
Wade, you're my wingman here
and I am not even certified
in this type of plane.
Look, you got something
to write with?
No. Just go ahead.
All right, first,
find the, uh, girl in the corner
who just broke up
with her boyfriend.
She's mad and sad...
a good mix for poor decisions.
Okay, and I know
this about her how?
Uh, glass of Chardonnay,
purse on her lap.
You go up to her,
insist on buying her a drink,
then you press C-7 on the
jukebox and ask her to dance.
Okay, wait a minute.
So, your entire plan revolves
around a magic song?
Yup, and when the song ends,
you grab her by the hand
and then you're
gonna pull her close
and you say,
"Let's get out of here."
She will, bam.
I got to go, all right?
Wade?
Whew!
Well, hello there.
Stop. You're helping me
get Lily Anne to perform.
That's it.
I'm helping you
get to Lily Anne.
I'm not talking to her.
Radio?
The markets were
up today on good news
about the housing sector.
I like to stay current.
Huh.
The median price on new homes
saw a 1.4% monthly...
I'm gonna pull
over right up here.
You're the driver.
Road trip! Woo-hoo!
What the hell is
wrong with you?
Can I ride shotgun?
'Cause I get carsick in the back
and I just ate spaghetti.
No.
Lavon, for the record,
I'm not waiting to spring
some kind of evil trap on you.
Well, you know,
the Southern Living thing.
There's the whole Sarge
running for mayor thing.
Oh, please, Grandpa
can't run his dishwasher.
He's not running for mayor.
He's just still mad at you
for breaking my heart.
Well, I wouldn't
blame you if you wanted
to get revenge, too, you know.
Lavon, that was
a long time ago.
Can we be friends?
That is how we started,
at the roller rink.
When you taught me
to skate backwards.
Well, someone had to pull
your clumsy butt around.
I mean, tell me, honestly,
how is it possible
that a future pro athlete
can have such a bad
center of gravity?
Check, please.
I should've worn heels.
I don't like feeling short.
What are you doing here?
It's supposed
to be your night off.
Well, I could use
the extra shift,
and you could use
the extra hand.
Uh...
I was gonna do this
tomorrow, but, uh,
this didn't work out.
What?
Yeah.
You're firing me?
Yeah.
Wally, look at me.
No.
Wally, look at me.
You cannot fire me tonight.
My father is coming
here on a date,
and I have to show him
that I'm good at this.
But you're not.
I'm sorry, Lemon,
this just isn't
your line of work.
I'll pay you not to.
What?
$50. Let me work tonight.
$75.
Or though, I'll have to work
tomorrow to make up for it.
But by that math,
you could be
working here forever.
Oh, Wally.
Thank you, but I do have
other plans in life.
Chardonnay,
purse on the lap. Go time.
Hello.
Uh, may I buy you a drink?
Right.
I am a lawyer.
Do I seem like
I'll need a lawyer?
You know, it's hard to say.
Night is young.
So...
All right. Uh, hey, Chester.
Can I get another drink
for this lovely young lady?
Uh, it should be coming up
on the right here.
Good, 'cause I'm starting
to feel nauseous.
Hey, man,
I can't help you put it on.
You should have practiced
on a banana.
I can't believe I'm saying this,
but your plan
is actually working.
However, I'm out of small talk,
and your magic song
hasn't come on yet, so...
Just wait for it, all right?
C-7, works every time.
All right, bye.
Why is George Tucker
calling you?
What's C-7?
I'm coaching him
on, uh, a game of Battleship.
Hopefully, this time
he sinks those pesky submarines.
All right, I was supposed
to be his wingman tonight,
but I'm helping you with this,
so I'm talking him through it.
Talking him through what?
I'm talking him
through making a casual...
friendship. Hmm?
The kind that lasts till just
before breakfast tomorrow?
What?
He means a one-night stand.
But George isn't
ready for that.
His heart needs time to heal.
Oh, sweetie, trust me,
his heart has nothing to do
with what's about to happen.
What's the big deal?
I thought you, uh,
didn't want to be with him.
I don't.
And I'm fine with it.
You know what I mean?
Yeah, I mean,
I, uh...
C-7.
Huh?
Um...
Oh, I love this song.
Really?
Wow.
Uh, would you like to dance?
Absolutely.
Oh, uh...
Nice move.
Yeah, it-it's
crowded out there.
We should dance in the corner.
Yeah?
And here you go, Emily.
Chicken gumbo for you
and seafood gumbo
for you, Daddy.
Thank you.
Let me know what you think.
The chef often asks
for my suggestions,
as do many
of the employees, so...
Ooh, that is delicious,
honey, really.
Thank you.
This place is packed tonight
with freakishly tall women.
I know.
Emily, are you all right?
You're turning really red.
I think I accidentally
got the seafood gumbo is all.
I'm a tiny bit allergic,
and I seem to have left
my EpiPen in my room.
Oh, my God.
Emily, I-I'm so sorry.
Oh, no, no,
we have a few minutes
before my throat closes up.
Gonna get you over to my office,
and I can give you a shot.
♪ You're the nose hair
of humanity ♪
♪ You ravaged me emotionally ♪
♪ I was blind but now I see ♪
♪ You disgust me,
you disgust me ♪
♪ You disgust me, whoa-oh-oh ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh. ♪
Thanks.
I felt really inspired
when I wrote that.
Really, really inspired.
Well, I forgot how beautiful
your voice is, Lily Anne.
I also forgot that you were
a crazy nut job.
Wade! He didn't mean that.
I miss one little show,
and you up and quit the band.
That show was
my sister's wedding!
Who are you, his girlfriend?
Run.
Run from Wade.
You can hear further
instructions in my song,
"Run from Wade."
Wait, that was about me?
I'm not... No.
I'm his doctor.
And we're here, actually,
because Rose is puttin' on
a music festival tomorrow.
And I'd really love it
if you'd perform.
You're a doctor?
Can I ask your medical opinion
on something?
Yesterday,
I had this really bad
acid reflux,
and I'm worried
it could affect my voice.
And here we go.
Uh, in addition to being
a nut burger,
she's also a hypochondriac.
Why does nothing
ever affect your voice?
Um,
reflux is caused by things
that we ingest,
so have you made any changes
to your diet, any new drugs?
I am on a new mood stabilizer.
Hmm, you should consider
upping your dosage.
I can take a look at
your medications, if you like.
Let me go get them.
So, you want to
get out of here?
Yes.
Just give me a second.
Just don't-don't go anywhere.
Hey.
What are you doing here,
George?
Pouring salt into the gaping
wound that is my life?
Lemon, are you okay?
No, I'm not okay.
Listen, all I wanted to do
was prove to my father
that I could take care
of myself.
And then I poisoned
his girlfriend.
Lemon,
I think a big part of
finding out what we're good at
is figuring out
what we're not, so...
Good news.
You can wipe waitress
right off the list.
Just...
You were always good
at giving me perspective.
I still hate you
for what you did to me.
I know.
And I hope that someday
I can figure out a way
to make that up to you.
Could you start by
busing up a few tables?
I'm really backed up.
Actually, Lemon, I, uh...
Do not leave my side.
I almost had a one-night
stand with that busboy.
So clearly,
I can't be trusted.
That's it.
It's funny.
The whole time I
lived in BlueBell,
I thought as soon as I
got out, I'd find myself.
And here I am, 16 years later,
and still just as lost.
Like a fancy sailboat waiting
for the wind to whip up.
You know, I can relate.
Yeah,
when I retired, I didn't know
who I was without football.
So, I moved back here
and bought the plantation
and basically played video games
for four months.
Somebody suggested I run
for mayor.
Then everybody did.
Suddenly,
I was Mayor Lavon Hayes.
I'm just saying, you know,
sometimes I feel...
adrift...
myself.
Well, I, um...
I better go.
What?
My grandpa has me on a curfew.
I know, it's
humiliating, but...
Good night, Lavon.
Don't take these without food,
and if it happens again,
just give me a call.
Thanks, I will.
And I really do wish
I could help you guys out
with your festival,
but my band's on hiatus.
You could play
with your old band.
Not a good idea.
Too many memories.
Yeah.
One moment.
Apologize to her
and she might sing tomorrow.
Well, that's a big can
of worms, Doc.
Don't you see she-she's
still got the hots for me.
From George?
Look, you can relax, all right?
He struck out.
You know,
I think I will apologize.
Yeah.
Huh.
Lily Anne.
Playing with you
was the best time of my life,
and I screwed it up
by being an idiot.
So, maybe we could just forget
what happened, and, uh,
play together once more.
For old time's sake.
You have no idea
how long I've waited just
to hear you say you're sorry.
Okay.
Oh, my God.
I got to go tweet this.
Suck it, Sara Lynn Willoughby.
Aah!
We have to go.
We have a long drive
back to BlueBell.
Good point.
I hate driving after a gig.
Maybe I could stay
tomorrow night with you, Wade.
Yeah.
Fine with you, Doc?
Whatever.
Get in the car.
All right.
Before you say anything,
I spent the whole night
with Rose,
setting up the square
for BlueBellapalooza.
I did not have sex with Wade.
Thank you.
So, just 12 hours to go.
Yep.
And I imported a toy
to distract him,
in the form
of Lily Anne Lonergan.
So Wade won't be bothering
me for sex tonight.
Booya!
I'm done, hundred bucks!
I would have paid you
a hundred bucks
not hear to any of this.
Oh, yeah?
How did it go
with Ruby last night?
Did you foil her plan
for global domination?
We talked.
We're good.
Oh, I love it when you are coy.
You still have
feelings for her.
Look, why can't we just say
that I am glad
she's back in town
and leave it at that?
Because I'm me.
Morning.
Lavon!
♪ You seem so bad
and you seem all wrong ♪
♪ But they never felt love
like a love this strong ♪
♪ Don't give a darn
for what they have to say ♪
♪ And they think we don't know ♪
♪ But we know too well ♪
♪ And I have no fear
what time will tell ♪
♪ Don't give a darn
for what they have to say ♪
How cool is this?
Half of my school is here.
Excuse me while I walk
through the crowd,
looking really important.
But cool.
Cool, right. Thanks!
♪ They think it's the same
when they were young ♪
♪ And they all were blind
and screamed, "How dumb!" ♪
♪ Don't give a darn
for what they have to say... ♪
Zoe!
Hey.
Zoe, am I glad to see you.
Thank you again
for performing today.
Rose is so excited.
My finger's numb.
Say what?
My middle finger of my right
hand is a tiny bit numb.
Oh, when that happens to me,
it's from so much flipping it
to Wade.
Just switch hands.
I'm not kidding.
Oh. Oh, I'm-I'm sorry.
You know,
it's probably...
just the nerves.
Something's wrong with
the nerves in my pick hand?
No! Like in nervous,
not like in nerve damage.
Nerve damage?
Could it be that?
No!
Okay. Definitely not?
Well, I mean, it could.
There's a chance,
but very small.
If it still feels like that in
a few days, go see a specialist.
♪ The cure from yourself,
our voices in this town ♪
♪ We know this love is on ♪
♪ When you're holding me
so tight to the end... ♪
Hey, what are you doing?
You're going on next.
Yeah, well, see, we don't have
a lead singer anymore.
Apparently, someone
told her that
she might have nerve damage.
What?
No. No, no, no!
I-I said, "could".
Very remote.
Probably not.
Where is she?
I'll talk to her.
Well, she's on her way back to
Mobile now to see a specialist.
So BlueBellapalooza
has no headliner,
and Rose gets to eat
by the Dumpsters.
You, uh, happy now?
No, of course I'm not happy.
Do you think I did
this on purpose?
Oh, I'm sorry.
You think you didn't?
You didn't want me
sleeping with Lily Anne,
didn't want George
sleeping with...
whoever last night.
Apparently, nobody can
have sex in BlueBell
without a prescription
from Dr. Zoe Hart!
That-that is not true, okay?
I'll fix this.
Well, it's too late.
You won our bet.
I'm not interested anymore.
So, uh, let's see.
Here's a hundred bucks.
Go hire yourself a new band.
Just wait, wait. Wait.
Can anyone sing?
Can anyone sing?
Can you sing?
Anyone?
George Tucker, don't move.
What? Why? Why?
Is there a bee in my hair?
Huh?
Is there a bee in my hair?
No.
There's been an emergency.
I won't get into the
absurd details, but...
I need you to sing
with Wade's band.
Me?
You want me to sing?
Yes. You sang in New Orleans,
and you were amazing.
Yeah, but, Zoe, that was
in front of complete
and total strangers,
and that was after I downed
three hurricanes, so...
It's for Rose.
If I screw this up for her,
I will never forgive myself.
All right, do I have time
for at least one hurricane?
Thank you.
Yeah.
Thank you!
Let's go.
Yeah. Okay.
♪ Lord, I was born ♪
♪ A ramblin' man ♪
♪ Trying to make a living
and doing the best that I can ♪
♪ But when it's time
for leavin' ♪
♪ Well, I hope
you'll understand ♪
♪ That I was born
a ramblin' man ♪
♪ My father was
a gambler down in 'Bama ♪
♪ Wound up on the wrong end
of a gun... ♪
Hmm. He's
really good.
Yeah. You're not the only
one who's noticed.
Did you really tell
a hypochondriac
she might have nerve damage?
Might.
Ha!
I didn't know what I said
would send her away.
I didn't.
Come on, y'all,
put your hands together!
Okay, even if I knew, I-I didn't
know that I knew, you know?
No.
I know.
There's something wrong with me.
Well, it seems pretty obvious.
You don't want Wade to have sex
with somebody else
because you like him.
No, I don't!
Wade drives me crazy.
I like George.
Haven't you been
paying attention?
But you told George
you two couldn't be together.
You told him to
date other people.
I know I did.
I just don't want him to.
But you don't want Wade
to date anybody else, either.
No.
I know how selfish
and horrible that sounds,
but I am a mess, okay?
A complete and utter mess!
It's okay.
I mean, we all been there. I guess.
Thank you.
You know,
I need some marshmallows.
Okay.
Wow! This is quite
some event.
Next year,
we'll have to let
Southern Living know.
Maybe get us back on the list.
Us?
Wait, wait,
does that mean you're gonna
be around here next year?
Actually, Lavon, I... I wanted
to talk to you about that.
Oh, I'm all ears.
Well,
I've decided to...
run against you.
For mayor.
That's good.
That's good.
I love it! I like how serious
your face is right now.
I am serious.
I'm s-sorry,
you-you what, now?
Lavon, listen, I know this isn't
the news you wanted to hear,
but, I mean,
you basically said the job
just fell into
your lap anyway, and...
So you want to take it from me?
No. I said I was waiting
for the wind to come up
and take me someplace.
No, the only wind around here
was coming from your mouth,
when you said you weren't
mad about high school anymore.
Come on, Lavon.
Or is this it?
Just to get my reaction.
No.
Get in my head.
You're not really
running, right?
Or are you?
I think we should
talk about this later.
Huh.
You're not getting
in my head!
Thank you.
Stop it. Come on, now.
That was awesome.
Who knew George Tucker
could sing like that?
Not me.
So, did we cement your
status as indie rock chick?
For another week, at least.
But to be honest,
I kind of miss being
the ironic Japanese anime girl...
it was a lot less work.
I can't wait till
I'm all grown up and
know who I am and what I want.
Rose,
I hate to break it to you,
but even grown up,
we're all 15 at heart.
That is so good.
Not when a part of me is
in love with someone else.
Last night, when George was
calling off his wedding,
I was kind of having
sex with Wade.
This doesn't mean anything.
I don't really care.
How are you?
Determined to get a job,
move on with my life.
There's a job opening here
if you want it.
And what better way
to show the town of BlueBell
that you are willing
to start over.
I'm Ruby.
Why haven't we met before?
You know in high school,
you had me wrapped
around your little finger.
I decided to stick
around for a while.
You don't know who you are
without Lemon.
You're asking me
to date other people?
One day, you will
be single and healed.
And so will I.
Nope.
Nope?
That is never happening again.
Never, never, never, never.
Wow, Doc, that's one more
"never" than yesterday.
You must, uh, really
mean it this time.
I do.
You can't quit now,
not when you're finally
getting the hang of it.
I am not finally getting...
You know, never mind,
it doesn't matter,
because that
is never happening again.
Just help me find my pants.
Uh, that pile.
The...
Ooh.
Maybe you, uh,
just need a soothing hug.
Come on.
Damn it.
Wake up, Zoe.
Zoe...
Ow!
Hey, Rose!
What are you doing up so early?
Sleep in, why don't ya?
You're a teenager.
Where are your pants?
Oh, nowhere.
I was, uh, running.
Pantless.
In heels, it's a new thing.
People are doing it.
I'm a doctor, have to keep up.
Rose, look at me!
Exercise is so important.
Come inside.
Okay, so you remember
how I finally found
my niche in high school?
Ironic Japanese anime girl?
After that.
Indie rock girl?
Right.
Well, guess who's going
to the Black Keys concert
this weekend in Austin?
You?
Rose, that is so exciting!
No, if it was me,
I would've gone,
"Oh, my God, guess who's going
"to the Black Keys concert
this weekend in Austin?"
Like that.
No, Sara Lynn Willoughby.
And when she walks into school
on Monday wearing that T-shirt,
I'll be back to eating lunch
at the table by the Dumpster.
Please, you have to help me.
Okay, how?
Just diagnose me with liver
failure and medevac me
to Austin for a transplant.
Oh, man, you know
I totally would,
if it weren't wrong
in every possible way.
Don't try to copy
Sara Lynn Willoughby,
that is the opposite
of "indie."
Be Rose, the best you
that you can be.
Like you with your
pantsless running?
There are health benefits, okay?
You're turning me into a liar.
And how is that?
People ask me,
"Is your sister really a
waitress at the Rammer Jammer?"
And I say no.
Don't you ever think
about anyone but yourself?
Magnolia Breeland, there is
no shame in honest work.
I am an independent woman,
working to save money to
move out of my father's house
and into my own apartment.
It's an inspiring
story actually.
Hey, good morning, girls.
Good morning.
Daddy, please make
Lemon quit her job!
Just give her money so our
family is not a laughingstock.
Oh, no, no, no,
I have learned my lesson,
I am not just
giving you girls money
and smoothing your way anymore.
It is not good for anyone.
Oh, my God, see
what you've done?
Thank you, Daddy.
Not at all.
Hey, you're doing
honest hard work.
Good for you.
You know, I just remembered.
You know, with Addy enrolling
in graduate school in Mobile,
I'm gonna be needing
a new receptionist.
You know, that job,
it's got medical benefits, and a
401K, and a nice, comfy chair...
Thank you, but working for my
daddy is not that far removed
from being taken care of
by my daddy, now is it?
Oh, no, I was just thinking
about the wording for an ad.
Mm-hmm.
Thank you, ma'am.
Hey, stranger.
I haven't seen you all week.
Well, yeah, you know,
it's a big town.
Oh, yes, it's so big.
So easy to hide in.
Well, hey, hey, Lavon Hayes
hides from no one.
You know, I've just been,
uh, busy running things.
Oh, you've been running,
all right.
But don't, okay?
Nothing to be afraid of here.
Hey, guys.
Hey, Zoe.
Hey, guys. Coffee?
Hey, thanks so much
for the movie last night.
So fun.
Thank you.
Lavon won't watch Kate Hudson movies
with me.
To which I partly credit
my robust mental health.
Mmm, well, I got to go.
I'll, uh, call you later?
Okay.
'Kay.
Mayor Hayes.
Thank you.
She is so cool.
I agree.
She's up to something.
You're still on this?
Ruby is in town
to visit family,
not boil your bunny
because a long ago,
you were too chicken
to break up with her.
You've apologized,
she forgave you.
Done.
Ah, no, no, no.
I apologized,
she accepted, yes.
But she did not forgive me.
Hmm, what do you say to that?
That you might have
exaggerated your mental health.
Says the woman perched
atop a love triangle.
Hey, I told you, not anymore.
I made a choice.
I chose me.
Everything is under control.
I can't be a rebound,
so I won't be with George
until he gets out there
and sows his wild oats.
So, you're really gonna be okay
if he starts to have
sex with someone else?
Whoa, hey, now.
Sex is a long time away.
George's heart needs to heal.
Okay.
And meanwhile, you just keep
getting freaky with Wade.
What?
No, I totally stopped
doing that.
Since when?
Recently.
Like an hour ago.
See? Under control.
Here you go, everyone.
Oh, elbows
off the table, please.
And, sir, if the sun
gets too bright in here,
feel free to wear
your hat indoors.
If not, let's take it off, okay?
Enjoy.
You gotta fire her.
No, she's...
She's not that bad.
She's the worst waitress
we ever had
and we've never been
known for our service.
I'm bussing all her tables
'cause she refuses
to touch half-chewed food!
See?
Take care of it.
No way.
Not happening.
What, you afraid of her?
Yeah.
Casual day at the law firm?
No, I'm just, uh,
just going fishing.
Good.
I mean, if you like fishing.
And it makes you happy.
Are you happy?
Because I want you to be happy.
And I know I threw
a lot at you last week.
Oh, wait, wait.
You're talking
about when you told me
that you want me
to date other people
instead of you, right?
Yup, that was it then.
Yeah, uh...
That...
I'm still not happy about.
And I'm sorry, you know, it's
that you just got out of a...
15 year relationship,
I know, I was there.
Zoe, I am, uh, not giving up
on the two of us.
See, I'm still hoping that
we'll be together someday,
so I'm just gonna take
this time I got here
and I'm gonna become
the best version of myself
that I possibly can be
because well, you deserve that.
Yes.
So do you.
I'm bad.
Bad, bad, bad.
You having sex
with Wade isn't bad.
Not bad?
I've heard
it's freaking awesome.
Ha, hardly.
And it doesn't even matter
because never again.
Oops, aren't you, uh,
aren't you supposed to say
that after we do it?
No more, Wade.
Lavon, tell him.
Me?
No, no, I-I'm way out of this.
This is y'all.
Oh, come on,
you're the landlord.
You can make a rule,
no sex between tenants.
I could make one,
no coming in my kitchen
without knocking, too,
but I doubt anyone would listen.
This wouldn't, uh, happen to be
about George Tucker, would it?
No.
This is about being the best
version of me I can be.
I told Rose to be
her best self.
George is trying
to be his best self.
And sleeping with someone
that I don't even like
is hardly me being mine.
Problem is, Doc, you're hooked.
Oh, I am not hooked.
Yeah, you are.
You try to quit on your own,
I'll bet you $50 we have
sex within the next 48 hours.
$50?
Mmm.
Why don't we make it a 100?
Shake on it.
Out!
Two days without you is easy.
I have gone way
longer than that
without sex.
I have gone years.
Yeah.
That may be part
of the problem.
Oh, there he is!
There he is now!
Hey, Grandpop, please, okay?
What's going on, y'all?
Ruby here has just informed us
that Southern Living magazine
has dropped BlueBell
from their list
of the top 100 Southern towns.
Mm-hmm.
They what now?
The editor is a friend
of mine...
Yeah.
So she just
gave me the heads-up.
It's what we get for electing
a linebacker to run things.
Especially one who let Auburn
score the winning
touchdown off him.
I was clipped on that play,
now the replay was very clear.
What if the tourists don't come?
Who'll buy my toaster cozies?
No, no, now.
The tourism is just fine, okay?
Just today, a-a women's
pro-beach volleyball team
is stopping here
on their way to Daytona.
Daytona, exactly.
More business slipping
through your fingers
like an Auburn running back!
I have been silent long enough!
Grandpa, when have you ever
been silent for five minutes?
No, there is an
election coming up,
and I intend to run
against Mayor Hayes,
and I intend to win!
Okay, Grandpa.
Hmm.
Let's go get some breakfast,
okay?
Let's get you something to eat.
I was blocked in the back.
Yeah, yeah.
Good morning, George.
Table for one?
Lemon, I heard
you got a job here.
I tried to stay away.
But there's only two
restaurants in town
and, well, Fancie's doesn't
serve breakfast, so...
Don't be absurd, George.
We're both two working
adult professionals.
We can occupy the same
space and be civil.
Why don't you
just, um, go ahead
and take a seat
anywhere you'd like.
If you'll excuse me, I have
to go marry the ketchups.
Maybe they'll go
through with it.
Hey.
Hey yourself.
You know, uh,
last time I saw you, I think
I had my fist in your face.
Yeah, yeah, you know, that was
right around the same time
I was body slamming you
through a table.
Good times.
Yeah, it was.
So, I see you hired
my ex-fiancee.
I did.
Hey, uh, wonder if you
might have any advice
I can give to Wally
on how to fire her?
Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
Don't.
I thought so.
All right.
Ruby didn't have to blindside me
with that Southern Living news.
No, she could
have told me first.
She is up to something.
Look, stop being crazy.
Just ask her if she has
an evil plot to destroy you.
Says my reasonable friend who's
on her second bag
of marshmallows.
Hey, it takes a lot
of marshmallows
to get any nutritional value.
Plus, it's almost been 24 hours
since I had sex with Wade.
It's either this or smoking.
Zoe, there you are.
Hi.
I took your advice.
Smart girl like you
should know better.
Like you said,
anyone can go
to a rock concert.
But it takes a really hip,
plugged-in person to throw one.
BlueBellapalooza.
Mumford & Sons, Pink,
Arcade Fire,
Talking Heads Reunion?
This is quite the lineup.
Well, that's what being
plugged-in is all about.
And are you plugged-in?
No, but your mom is.
You said she's worked
with tons of music people.
If she can help me get
just one of these bands.
Rose.
I know, but it has
to be this weekend,
before Sara Lynn Willoughby
gets back
with her stupid
Black Keys T-shirt.
I guess I can ask my mom,
but that is all that I can do.
Oh, thank you,
thank you, thank you.
You're welcome.
Because it kind
of was your idea.
Hey, I said I'd ask.
Hi, Virgil, how you doing?
Good to see you.
Come on with me.
Get you right in here now.
Daddy?
Hold on one second,
just have a seat.
I got your message.
What was so important that you
needed to talk to me in person?
I'll be right back,
I have to quickly drain poor.
Mr. Hanson's abscess
before it bursts.
Sure, go, go, go.
Would you get that, honey?
I'm the only one here today.
Certainly, gy, go.
Dr. Breeland's office.
Yes, could you
call back, please?
Thank you so much.
Daddy?
Listen, according
to your calendar,
Mr. Hanson's only here for his
blood pressure medication.
Whoa, hey, good catch.
You're good at this.
Daddy!
You set this up so I would
want Addy's job.
I have a job, okay?
I thought you said
that you were proud of me.
Well, I'm not.
I mean I'm proud of you, yes,
but you are degrading yourself
to prove to me you're
an independent woman.
I am a great waitress.
And I'm sorry that you're
not thrilled about it,
but I'm not thrilled about you
tongue kissing your girlfriend
in the middle
of town square either.
Okay, I was going to tell you
all about Emily...
I'm happy for you, okay?
I just wish that you
could be happy for me, too.
I just think you are capable
of so much more, Lemonade.
Tell you what,
why don't you and Emily
come the Rammer Jammer
tonight for dinner?
Watch me work.
I mean, isn't this
your night off?
I can pick up an extra shift.
I can meet Emily and serve
you two a lovely meal.
Well, you've served me
many meals.
Yeah, well, this time
you have to tip.
So how are you spending your
newfound freedom, my friend?
Well,
so far, a lot of fishing.
Oh, all right, attaboy.
Trolling the waters,
as they say.
Yeah, just, uh,
waiting for a nibble.
Reeling 'em in.
And then gutting them
and throwing them on the fire.
I hope you're talking
about actual fishing.
I am.
Man, you're single for the first
time since Clinton was president
and you're spending
it alone on a boat.
You should be naked
with strangers.
Boat optional.
I'm not really the-the one-night
stand type of person.
How would you know,
you haven't given it a shot.
Yeah, that's true, but...
Look, even if I did, I don't
have those kind of moves.
And besides, this is
a small town, okay?
People talk and...
Now Lemon works
at the only bar.
Well, you are in luck,
my friend.
Because Lemon is not
working tonight and I am.
And there is a whole crew of
lady beach volleyball players
passing through town.
Can you say,
bump, set and...
You do the spike.
What?
You're the worst
student ever, okay?
Okay, Mom.
Yeah, I understand.
No, we just need someone.
Didn't anyone say yes?
Okay, Mom, I'll call you later.
Man, I really put the "lose"
in BlueBellapalooza.
Hey, how about
Lily Anne Lonergan?
Lily Anne Lonergan?
She's indie, she's local,
she'd be perfect.
Yeah.
Do you know her?
No, but Wade does.
He played in a band with her
before she hit it big solo.
Oh, I forgot that.
Oh, my God, yes!
Could you ask him to call her?
I really don't think that I can.
I think it's a better idea
if Lavon does, I think.
Oh, that's where
your pants went.
Surely you can, uh,
ask the man a question
without falling into bed.
Well, well, well, you caved
sooner than I expected.
You're not winning the bet.
I'm need a favor for Rose.
She's planning
a music festival tomorrow
and she needs a headliner.
Would you ask
Lily Anne Lonergan?
Well, I would, um,
but as it turns out,
Lily Anne hates my guts.
I can't imagine why.
Hmm.
Can't you just call her?
I don't have her number anymore.
Suppose I could show you
where she lives in Mobile,
but you'd have to drive.
What? My car's up on blocks,
see for yourself.
You think if you can get
me in a car alone,
I won't be able to resist
having sex with you?
Oh, you see right
through me, Doc.
Only if I look in your ears.
Ooh!
Mm-hmm.
See you in an hour.
Wear a shirt.
Bring a hundred bucks.
No, no, it's okay if you
can't make it tonight.
We'll just take
a rain check, all right?
It's no big deal,
we'll just do it another night.
Are you kidding, man?
Next time BlueBell
has a bar full of out-of-town
female professional athletes,
you and I will
both be long dead.
Stay the course.
Wade, you're my wingman here
and I am not even certified
in this type of plane.
Look, you got something
to write with?
No. Just go ahead.
All right, first,
find the, uh, girl in the corner
who just broke up
with her boyfriend.
She's mad and sad...
a good mix for poor decisions.
Okay, and I know
this about her how?
Uh, glass of Chardonnay,
purse on her lap.
You go up to her,
insist on buying her a drink,
then you press C-7 on the
jukebox and ask her to dance.
Okay, wait a minute.
So, your entire plan revolves
around a magic song?
Yup, and when the song ends,
you grab her by the hand
and then you're
gonna pull her close
and you say,
"Let's get out of here."
She will, bam.
I got to go, all right?
Wade?
Whew!
Well, hello there.
Stop. You're helping me
get Lily Anne to perform.
That's it.
I'm helping you
get to Lily Anne.
I'm not talking to her.
Radio?
The markets were
up today on good news
about the housing sector.
I like to stay current.
Huh.
The median price on new homes
saw a 1.4% monthly...
I'm gonna pull
over right up here.
You're the driver.
Road trip! Woo-hoo!
What the hell is
wrong with you?
Can I ride shotgun?
'Cause I get carsick in the back
and I just ate spaghetti.
No.
Lavon, for the record,
I'm not waiting to spring
some kind of evil trap on you.
Well, you know,
the Southern Living thing.
There's the whole Sarge
running for mayor thing.
Oh, please, Grandpa
can't run his dishwasher.
He's not running for mayor.
He's just still mad at you
for breaking my heart.
Well, I wouldn't
blame you if you wanted
to get revenge, too, you know.
Lavon, that was
a long time ago.
Can we be friends?
That is how we started,
at the roller rink.
When you taught me
to skate backwards.
Well, someone had to pull
your clumsy butt around.
I mean, tell me, honestly,
how is it possible
that a future pro athlete
can have such a bad
center of gravity?
Check, please.
I should've worn heels.
I don't like feeling short.
What are you doing here?
It's supposed
to be your night off.
Well, I could use
the extra shift,
and you could use
the extra hand.
Uh...
I was gonna do this
tomorrow, but, uh,
this didn't work out.
What?
Yeah.
You're firing me?
Yeah.
Wally, look at me.
No.
Wally, look at me.
You cannot fire me tonight.
My father is coming
here on a date,
and I have to show him
that I'm good at this.
But you're not.
I'm sorry, Lemon,
this just isn't
your line of work.
I'll pay you not to.
What?
$50. Let me work tonight.
$75.
Or though, I'll have to work
tomorrow to make up for it.
But by that math,
you could be
working here forever.
Oh, Wally.
Thank you, but I do have
other plans in life.
Chardonnay,
purse on the lap. Go time.
Hello.
Uh, may I buy you a drink?
Right.
I am a lawyer.
Do I seem like
I'll need a lawyer?
You know, it's hard to say.
Night is young.
So...
All right. Uh, hey, Chester.
Can I get another drink
for this lovely young lady?
Uh, it should be coming up
on the right here.
Good, 'cause I'm starting
to feel nauseous.
Hey, man,
I can't help you put it on.
You should have practiced
on a banana.
I can't believe I'm saying this,
but your plan
is actually working.
However, I'm out of small talk,
and your magic song
hasn't come on yet, so...
Just wait for it, all right?
C-7, works every time.
All right, bye.
Why is George Tucker
calling you?
What's C-7?
I'm coaching him
on, uh, a game of Battleship.
Hopefully, this time
he sinks those pesky submarines.
All right, I was supposed
to be his wingman tonight,
but I'm helping you with this,
so I'm talking him through it.
Talking him through what?
I'm talking him
through making a casual...
friendship. Hmm?
The kind that lasts till just
before breakfast tomorrow?
What?
He means a one-night stand.
But George isn't
ready for that.
His heart needs time to heal.
Oh, sweetie, trust me,
his heart has nothing to do
with what's about to happen.
What's the big deal?
I thought you, uh,
didn't want to be with him.
I don't.
And I'm fine with it.
You know what I mean?
Yeah, I mean,
I, uh...
C-7.
Huh?
Um...
Oh, I love this song.
Really?
Wow.
Uh, would you like to dance?
Absolutely.
Oh, uh...
Nice move.
Yeah, it-it's
crowded out there.
We should dance in the corner.
Yeah?
And here you go, Emily.
Chicken gumbo for you
and seafood gumbo
for you, Daddy.
Thank you.
Let me know what you think.
The chef often asks
for my suggestions,
as do many
of the employees, so...
Ooh, that is delicious,
honey, really.
Thank you.
This place is packed tonight
with freakishly tall women.
I know.
Emily, are you all right?
You're turning really red.
I think I accidentally
got the seafood gumbo is all.
I'm a tiny bit allergic,
and I seem to have left
my EpiPen in my room.
Oh, my God.
Emily, I-I'm so sorry.
Oh, no, no,
we have a few minutes
before my throat closes up.
Gonna get you over to my office,
and I can give you a shot.
♪ You're the nose hair
of humanity ♪
♪ You ravaged me emotionally ♪
♪ I was blind but now I see ♪
♪ You disgust me,
you disgust me ♪
♪ You disgust me, whoa-oh-oh ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh. ♪
Thanks.
I felt really inspired
when I wrote that.
Really, really inspired.
Well, I forgot how beautiful
your voice is, Lily Anne.
I also forgot that you were
a crazy nut job.
Wade! He didn't mean that.
I miss one little show,
and you up and quit the band.
That show was
my sister's wedding!
Who are you, his girlfriend?
Run.
Run from Wade.
You can hear further
instructions in my song,
"Run from Wade."
Wait, that was about me?
I'm not... No.
I'm his doctor.
And we're here, actually,
because Rose is puttin' on
a music festival tomorrow.
And I'd really love it
if you'd perform.
You're a doctor?
Can I ask your medical opinion
on something?
Yesterday,
I had this really bad
acid reflux,
and I'm worried
it could affect my voice.
And here we go.
Uh, in addition to being
a nut burger,
she's also a hypochondriac.
Why does nothing
ever affect your voice?
Um,
reflux is caused by things
that we ingest,
so have you made any changes
to your diet, any new drugs?
I am on a new mood stabilizer.
Hmm, you should consider
upping your dosage.
I can take a look at
your medications, if you like.
Let me go get them.
So, you want to
get out of here?
Yes.
Just give me a second.
Just don't-don't go anywhere.
Hey.
What are you doing here,
George?
Pouring salt into the gaping
wound that is my life?
Lemon, are you okay?
No, I'm not okay.
Listen, all I wanted to do
was prove to my father
that I could take care
of myself.
And then I poisoned
his girlfriend.
Lemon,
I think a big part of
finding out what we're good at
is figuring out
what we're not, so...
Good news.
You can wipe waitress
right off the list.
Just...
You were always good
at giving me perspective.
I still hate you
for what you did to me.
I know.
And I hope that someday
I can figure out a way
to make that up to you.
Could you start by
busing up a few tables?
I'm really backed up.
Actually, Lemon, I, uh...
Do not leave my side.
I almost had a one-night
stand with that busboy.
So clearly,
I can't be trusted.
That's it.
It's funny.
The whole time I
lived in BlueBell,
I thought as soon as I
got out, I'd find myself.
And here I am, 16 years later,
and still just as lost.
Like a fancy sailboat waiting
for the wind to whip up.
You know, I can relate.
Yeah,
when I retired, I didn't know
who I was without football.
So, I moved back here
and bought the plantation
and basically played video games
for four months.
Somebody suggested I run
for mayor.
Then everybody did.
Suddenly,
I was Mayor Lavon Hayes.
I'm just saying, you know,
sometimes I feel...
adrift...
myself.
Well, I, um...
I better go.
What?
My grandpa has me on a curfew.
I know, it's
humiliating, but...
Good night, Lavon.
Don't take these without food,
and if it happens again,
just give me a call.
Thanks, I will.
And I really do wish
I could help you guys out
with your festival,
but my band's on hiatus.
You could play
with your old band.
Not a good idea.
Too many memories.
Yeah.
One moment.
Apologize to her
and she might sing tomorrow.
Well, that's a big can
of worms, Doc.
Don't you see she-she's
still got the hots for me.
From George?
Look, you can relax, all right?
He struck out.
You know,
I think I will apologize.
Yeah.
Huh.
Lily Anne.
Playing with you
was the best time of my life,
and I screwed it up
by being an idiot.
So, maybe we could just forget
what happened, and, uh,
play together once more.
For old time's sake.
You have no idea
how long I've waited just
to hear you say you're sorry.
Okay.
Oh, my God.
I got to go tweet this.
Suck it, Sara Lynn Willoughby.
Aah!
We have to go.
We have a long drive
back to BlueBell.
Good point.
I hate driving after a gig.
Maybe I could stay
tomorrow night with you, Wade.
Yeah.
Fine with you, Doc?
Whatever.
Get in the car.
All right.
Before you say anything,
I spent the whole night
with Rose,
setting up the square
for BlueBellapalooza.
I did not have sex with Wade.
Thank you.
So, just 12 hours to go.
Yep.
And I imported a toy
to distract him,
in the form
of Lily Anne Lonergan.
So Wade won't be bothering
me for sex tonight.
Booya!
I'm done, hundred bucks!
I would have paid you
a hundred bucks
not hear to any of this.
Oh, yeah?
How did it go
with Ruby last night?
Did you foil her plan
for global domination?
We talked.
We're good.
Oh, I love it when you are coy.
You still have
feelings for her.
Look, why can't we just say
that I am glad
she's back in town
and leave it at that?
Because I'm me.
Morning.
Lavon!
♪ You seem so bad
and you seem all wrong ♪
♪ But they never felt love
like a love this strong ♪
♪ Don't give a darn
for what they have to say ♪
♪ And they think we don't know ♪
♪ But we know too well ♪
♪ And I have no fear
what time will tell ♪
♪ Don't give a darn
for what they have to say ♪
How cool is this?
Half of my school is here.
Excuse me while I walk
through the crowd,
looking really important.
But cool.
Cool, right. Thanks!
♪ They think it's the same
when they were young ♪
♪ And they all were blind
and screamed, "How dumb!" ♪
♪ Don't give a darn
for what they have to say... ♪
Zoe!
Hey.
Zoe, am I glad to see you.
Thank you again
for performing today.
Rose is so excited.
My finger's numb.
Say what?
My middle finger of my right
hand is a tiny bit numb.
Oh, when that happens to me,
it's from so much flipping it
to Wade.
Just switch hands.
I'm not kidding.
Oh. Oh, I'm-I'm sorry.
You know,
it's probably...
just the nerves.
Something's wrong with
the nerves in my pick hand?
No! Like in nervous,
not like in nerve damage.
Nerve damage?
Could it be that?
No!
Okay. Definitely not?
Well, I mean, it could.
There's a chance,
but very small.
If it still feels like that in
a few days, go see a specialist.
♪ The cure from yourself,
our voices in this town ♪
♪ We know this love is on ♪
♪ When you're holding me
so tight to the end... ♪
Hey, what are you doing?
You're going on next.
Yeah, well, see, we don't have
a lead singer anymore.
Apparently, someone
told her that
she might have nerve damage.
What?
No. No, no, no!
I-I said, "could".
Very remote.
Probably not.
Where is she?
I'll talk to her.
Well, she's on her way back to
Mobile now to see a specialist.
So BlueBellapalooza
has no headliner,
and Rose gets to eat
by the Dumpsters.
You, uh, happy now?
No, of course I'm not happy.
Do you think I did
this on purpose?
Oh, I'm sorry.
You think you didn't?
You didn't want me
sleeping with Lily Anne,
didn't want George
sleeping with...
whoever last night.
Apparently, nobody can
have sex in BlueBell
without a prescription
from Dr. Zoe Hart!
That-that is not true, okay?
I'll fix this.
Well, it's too late.
You won our bet.
I'm not interested anymore.
So, uh, let's see.
Here's a hundred bucks.
Go hire yourself a new band.
Just wait, wait. Wait.
Can anyone sing?
Can anyone sing?
Can you sing?
Anyone?
George Tucker, don't move.
What? Why? Why?
Is there a bee in my hair?
Huh?
Is there a bee in my hair?
No.
There's been an emergency.
I won't get into the
absurd details, but...
I need you to sing
with Wade's band.
Me?
You want me to sing?
Yes. You sang in New Orleans,
and you were amazing.
Yeah, but, Zoe, that was
in front of complete
and total strangers,
and that was after I downed
three hurricanes, so...
It's for Rose.
If I screw this up for her,
I will never forgive myself.
All right, do I have time
for at least one hurricane?
Thank you.
Yeah.
Thank you!
Let's go.
Yeah. Okay.
♪ Lord, I was born ♪
♪ A ramblin' man ♪
♪ Trying to make a living
and doing the best that I can ♪
♪ But when it's time
for leavin' ♪
♪ Well, I hope
you'll understand ♪
♪ That I was born
a ramblin' man ♪
♪ My father was
a gambler down in 'Bama ♪
♪ Wound up on the wrong end
of a gun... ♪
Hmm. He's
really good.
Yeah. You're not the only
one who's noticed.
Did you really tell
a hypochondriac
she might have nerve damage?
Might.
Ha!
I didn't know what I said
would send her away.
I didn't.
Come on, y'all,
put your hands together!
Okay, even if I knew, I-I didn't
know that I knew, you know?
No.
I know.
There's something wrong with me.
Well, it seems pretty obvious.
You don't want Wade to have sex
with somebody else
because you like him.
No, I don't!
Wade drives me crazy.
I like George.
Haven't you been
paying attention?
But you told George
you two couldn't be together.
You told him to
date other people.
I know I did.
I just don't want him to.
But you don't want Wade
to date anybody else, either.
No.
I know how selfish
and horrible that sounds,
but I am a mess, okay?
A complete and utter mess!
It's okay.
I mean, we all been there. I guess.
Thank you.
You know,
I need some marshmallows.
Okay.
Wow! This is quite
some event.
Next year,
we'll have to let
Southern Living know.
Maybe get us back on the list.
Us?
Wait, wait,
does that mean you're gonna
be around here next year?
Actually, Lavon, I... I wanted
to talk to you about that.
Oh, I'm all ears.
Well,
I've decided to...
run against you.
For mayor.
That's good.
That's good.
I love it! I like how serious
your face is right now.
I am serious.
I'm s-sorry,
you-you what, now?
Lavon, listen, I know this isn't
the news you wanted to hear,
but, I mean,
you basically said the job
just fell into
your lap anyway, and...
So you want to take it from me?
No. I said I was waiting
for the wind to come up
and take me someplace.
No, the only wind around here
was coming from your mouth,
when you said you weren't
mad about high school anymore.
Come on, Lavon.
Or is this it?
Just to get my reaction.
No.
Get in my head.
You're not really
running, right?
Or are you?
I think we should
talk about this later.
Huh.
You're not getting
in my head!
Thank you.
Stop it. Come on, now.
That was awesome.
Who knew George Tucker
could sing like that?
Not me.
So, did we cement your
status as indie rock chick?
For another week, at least.
But to be honest,
I kind of miss being
the ironic Japanese anime girl...
it was a lot less work.
I can't wait till
I'm all grown up and
know who I am and what I want.
Rose,
I hate to break it to you,
but even grown up,
we're all 15 at heart.
That is so good.