Hart of Dixie (2011–2015): Season 3, Episode 7 - I Run to You - full transcript

- This is my boyfriend...
- Joel Stephens.

The Cicada's Lament
is my favorite book ever.

Zoe, I love you, but I don't
even know if I can write here.

Halloween night, you said
you had something special planned.

- You thought I was gonna propose?
- This isn't an ultimatum.

I just need to know
we're on the same path.

Brick seems
meaner than usual.

He and Shelby were gonna elope,
but he broke up with her instead,

which he obviously regrets.

Rudy, Rocket,
and the scruffy one's Chicken.

I love my brothers,
but chaos follows them.



We are not going to get together.
Lavon would break my kneecaps.

Look me in the eye and tell me
you don't want to kiss me.

Oh, Lyn...
...As much as I hate to say it,

I think that it's time we get ready
and go to relay practice.

Isn't one of the perks of being
the assistant coach that you can be late?

No. Lynly...

Fillmore has won the Mobile Bay Cross-
Country Relay Race four straight years.

Which means BlueBell
has lost four straight years.

And if we lose a fifth straight year,
do you know what happens?

- We don't get asked back a sixth...
- Asked back a sixth time.

- ...time.
- Mm-hmm.

Look, we have a real good shot
at winning with you on the team,

and I promised Lavon victory.

You're so adorable
when you dork out.



But you know what?
Uh... speaking of Lavon...

...Do you feel weird at all that
we haven't told him about this?

Because I... I do.

That depends on what
exactly "this" is.

If it's a relationship, I totally agree.
We should tell him now.

- I'll go get my phone.
- Oh, no, no, hold on. No, no.

I... you know, I could... I don't know
that I would call it that.

We don't really
need to label it.

You know, but we should
tell him something.

So how would that
conversation go, exactly?

"Hey, Lavon, I'm having non-committal
sex with your beloved cousin."

Wow, that really does not
sound good, does it?

Not if you like your face.

Oh, boy. I do. I re...
I really do like it.

Were you trying
to stare me awake again?

No.

But now that you're awake,
what's going on?

You were not here
when I went to bed last night.

What time did
you get in?

I don't know.

Um, sometime between last call
and, um... now.

Last call...? I-I thought
you were writing last night.

You know, a lot of writers
drink while they're working.

Ernest Hemingway, uh, Dorothy Parker,
F. Scott Fitzgerald...

So you were writing.

No, I blew it off
to play pool with Wade.

All right, what, uh...
What's with the judgey "Oh"?

No, it's Wade. I don't get why
you like hanging out with him.

He's an irresponsible
derelict, and you are not.

Wade is hilarious.

- He tells the funniest stories.
- Stories? Like what? About who?

Well, no, it's not... It's more like
the way that he looks at things.

I mean, the guy does not
have a care in the world.

It is amazing to be
around someone like that.

Well, yeah, unless
you care about the world.

All right, look, I have to get to work,
and apparently, so do you.

- Happy writing.
- Happy doctoring.

All right, not bad.
Not bad, but we can do better.

Now, look, Fillmore is not gonna let us
live it down if we lose on our home turf.

So catch your breath, and then we're
gonna work on hand-offs, all right?

You and I both know those times
aren't where they need to be.

Want me to start training, just in case
you need to drop the dead weight?

Uh, Meatball and Crickett
are our alternates.

- We-we got it covered.
- Yeah. Yeah, sure. No problem.

Cramp! Cramp. Cramp.

Oh, oh, we-we cannot have our
star runner with a Charley horse.

Uh, George, massage
Lynly's calf.

Uh, but I was
just about to give

my motivational speech on how
the mind is our most important muscle.

That can wait. Calf.

Yo, hit me, T.L.

My pleasure.

Ew!
Aren't you all sweaty?

Well, I have just the treat for
all your hard work. Homemade jam.

- I love jam!
- No jam for the runners.

So, I haven't seen you in a while.
How you been?

Good.
You know, busy with the team.

- Uh, you?
- Good. So good.

- Busy with my jamming.
- Yeah, you seem to be enjoying that.

Oh, yes,
it's a fascinating process.

You know, sanitizing the jars
and skimming the foam

and testing the gel...

Yeah, that-that does
sound fascinating.

Um, so...

Any chance you'd... like
to have dinner tonight?

- Sorry, I'm-I'm training.
- At night?

I got training videos.

Gonna be
watching them all night.

- Can't be too prepared.
- Yeah.

- More time for jam!
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- Mm-hmm.

Be my taste buds.

Don Todd
in the horn of Africa.

An athletic stance...

- I want a coffee and an explanation.
- There is no explaining Don Todd.

No, what are you doing
spending so much time with Joel?

I don't know. Painting each other's
nails, braiding each other's hair.

- I know what you're really up to.
- Oh, yeah? What's that?

I don't know. But I know it's something,
and I'm going to figure it out.

Good luck with that.

...And run like hell!
Did you see those teeth?

I saw the omen.
They'll eat your car.

What am I gonna have today?

Well, let's see.

Yesterday, you had
the eggs Hollandaise,

the day before that,
the crepes,

and the day before that,
the frittata,

so I think that you've had
everything on the menu.

You are right. Maybe it's time
to try another restaurant.

Or we could eat at home.
Each of us in our own homes.

Lemon Meringue, look.

I know we have been spending a lot of time
together, but I am worried about you.

You gave up the Rammer Jammer, your
offer on Fancie's wasn't accepted...

Daddy, I'm looking for
the next chapter in my life,

and frankly, you should
be doing the same.

- Me?
- Mm-hmm.

Well how did this
become about me?

Well, I happen to know that Mrs. O'Connell
just came back from her yoga retreat...

Oh. No.

...and it has been over a year
since William passed,

and you should
ask her out.

No, I don't think so... you...
She is not my type.

And she has this oddly
disturbing mole on her neck.

- Daddy, you are making excuses.
- Well, maybe I am, but I, uh...

The truth is, I'm just not
over this whole Shelby mess.

- I need more time.
- Nonsense.

It has been over six months,
and you broke up with Shelby

because she was
the wrong person for you

and you wanted
to find the right one.

You know it's true.

You know, all I know right now
is I've lost my appetite.

Just can't stop thinking about
that creepy mole...

Getting ready to make
the world's largest PB&J?

I've had a lot of time alone lately,
so I've taken up jam-making!

But my house started
to look like hoarders.

Jam edition, so I am sharing it.
Loganberry quince?

Yum. I think.

I don't even know what
either of those things are.

Why are you alone?
Where's Lavon?

Things with Lavon
have been a little... strange.

A few weeks ago,
I asked him to make sure

that we're on
the same path, and...

I didn't mean it
as an ultimatum.

I even said,
"This is not an ultimatum."

- But all he heard was "ultimatum"?
- Loud and clear.

Well, you need to talk to him
and straighten things out.

I've tried.

But he doesn't want to have
anything to do with me.

Well, then try again.
You have no choice.

Hey, on the bright
side, though,

loganberry quince...
It's actually pretty good.

Ooh, sorry. Joel's agent.
That's weird.

Hey, Bets, how are you?

Oh, no, I don't know why
he's not answering his phone.

Yeah, well, I'm sure there's
an explanation for it.

I will have him
give you a call.

Okay, bye.

Joel's first three chapters were due
yesterday, and he didn't turn them in.

- I didn't even know he had a deadline.
- What do you think happened?

I know what happened.
Or who happened.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a bartender to kill, so...

Come on.
Yep, that's right.

- What is that, anyway?
- That's-that's...

- That's called fair play. Yeah.
- "Fair"...?

Video games? What are you doing
playing video games?

Your agent just called me because
you weren't answering your phone.

Your chapters were due yesterday.
Did you know that?

I'm sorry, I didn't realize
we had any homework, mom.

Well, you shouldn't have
kept him out all night.

And you shouldn't be
exploding bad guys now!

I don't know why
you're yelling at me.

I was just at my work,

pouring beers like
a responsible adult,

when in comes this guy,
begging for me to blow it off.

Is that true?

That is so not like you.

Yeah, well, you know what else
isn't like me?

Is, um, sitting down at my computer
and not being able to write a word.

- What-what are you saying?
- Oh, what am I saying?

Uh, I guess I'm-I'm...
I'm saying I'm broken.

Okay? My first book was... It was
clearly some kind of, uh, you know,

monkeys typing Shakespeare,
uh, type of fluke,

and I'm terrified that all it did was
set me up for an epic sophomore slump.

Uh, because now every thought
that comes into my head,

there's just this voice that just yells,
"No! Not good enough!"

And now, the thoughts don't
even come around anymore, so...

That's what I'm, you know,
dealing with here.

Okay.

It's okay. You know what?
We're gonna get through this.

But first, we need
to get you home.

Or...
We could play one more game.

Don't you think
you've done enough?

Bye, Joel.

Thanks, man.

Season 3, Episode 7
"I Run To You"

Hey, uh,
sorry to interrupt.

Oh, no, no, no.
It's an honor, Joel Stephens.

Okay. Look, writing
here isn't working.

My germ-phobia is in overdrive,
the smooth jazz is killing me,

and that "brain smoothie"
you gave me is not sitting well.

- You're fine. You know, just take...
- Deep breaths.

I think I need a Valium
or a Vicodin or a Xanax.

Really, any of your...
Any of the alphabet drugs.

I can give you
a lollipop!

- Okay.
- Look.

Just stay calm, okay?
I will be out soon.

- Um, what was that?
- Oh, Joel has writer's block.

No!

He's gonna be fine;
I'm helping him.

I have been counting down the days
until his next book comes out, 247.

Your heart is actually racing.

If Joel Stephens can't write,
his fans will blame you,

and fans are
the meanest people there are.

Blame me? No, they should
blame Wade, you know,

because he's the one
who's been enabling him.

All I know is Joel Stephens was able
to write just fine until you came along.

What if you're his Yoko Ono?

Yoko did not hurt
John Lennon's creativity.

- She was his muse.
- Yeah,

but all anyone remembers
is she killed the Beatles.

You don't want to be the one
that killed Joel Stephens.

Race is in two days, people.
We got to make this count!

Wally, do you want to be seen
as the team old guy?

Pick up the pace, man.

Meatball, do you always
want to be an alternate?

Come on, dig deeper, dig deeper.

Lynly, tone it down just a little bit.
You're making people feel bad.

George, you know, you
may be assistant coach,

but it doesn't mean you
get out of practicing.

- Hit it.
- Yes, sir.

Oh, no.

No. Yo, Gainey.

You know this ain't
Fillmore, right?

I mean, you can tell because we can
actually see each other through the air.

Well, I'm having my team
train here in BlueBell

just so they'll get a little taste of how
it feels when they win here in BlueBell.

It's a shame you didn't tell me the plan.
I-I could've saved you the trip.

I got a secret weapon this year.

Oh, you see, uh,
my cousin, Lynly,

went to college
on a track scholarship.

Won state championship,
uh, twice.

So that thing you're gonna be tasting,
it's, uh, defeat.

Just 'cause I was married to your
sister doesn't mean you get free beer.

- Six beers.
- No.

- Fine, nine beers.
- No.

Look, y'all snuck out the bathroom window
last night just to skip out on a bill.

Uh, 12 beers.

What are y'all doing
here, anyway?

You get run out of whatever
the hell swamp y'all live in?

Bar near our house won't serve us
anymore 'cause we didn't pay our tab.

Don't tell him that.

We thought you'd serve us
'cause we're family.

We used to be married
to your sister.

Your mother? Your sis...

Look, clearly somebody served y'all
beer this morning. Go back there, okay?

- 'Cause you're not getting any here.
- But we're thirsty.

I got that.

Are you saying we're not good
for the money?

- Hey, you're not as dumb as you look.
- Yes, we are.

- You're gonna regret this, Wade.
- Oh, all right.

- So thirsty.
- Let's get out of here.

Hi.

So I have been doing some reading
on studies of writer's block,

and they suggested recreating
an environment of success.

So, I'm going to turn
the Rammer Jammer into Luna.

It's the New York café where
Joel wrote The Cicada's Lament.

That is the dumbest idea
you've ever had,

and you are chock-full
of dumb ideas.

Zoe, I'm trying to run
a business here, okay?

You owe me, because you're
the one who distracted him.

Can't help it if your boyfriend
finds me irresistible.

You're just a
novelty to him.

You and Joel are nothing alike,
and I'd like to keep it that way.

Yeah, you keep
telling yourself that.

Hey.

Hey, I know you don't
have time for dinner,

so I thought maybe
we could share a quick pastry.

- I-I'm a little busy right now.
- Oh, that's why they're bite-sized.

I'm sorry, Annabeth, but this is
the last practice before the race.

Every second counts.

Are you sure?

Of course, yeah.

Go BlueBell!

Hey, Lavon, have you decided
an order for the runners?

- Uh, no, not yet.
- Well, how hard can it be?

Obviously Lynly's the anchor,
George is the starter.

That leaves me and Wanda.
The pickin' chicken could decide!

I will make a decision
when I'm good and ready.

I don't need anybody
pressuring me.

I want to see
three-minute miles now.

Go.
Go on.

Yeah, Lavon, you know three-minute
miles are impossible, right?

So?

Is everything all right, man?

It's just that, uh...
A.B. gave me an ultimatum.

I mean, she said,
"This isn't an ultimatum,"

but we all know that's code for
"This is a big fat ultimatum."

Oh, yeah.

Our whole relationship is all wonky.

Every time I look in her face,
all I see is a question mark and a clock.

Well, what are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Keep avoiding her.

Well, good idea.

But if that doesn't work,
then just let me know

if there's anything
I can do to help, all right?

You always got
my back, Tucker.

No matter what.

Edward.

- How nice to see you.
- Lemon. Hello.

Um, I'm sorry about how things
ended up with Fancie’s.

Oh, nonsense. I mean, the highest
bidder's the highest bidder.

But just out of curiosity,
who was the lucky buyer?

I'm not at liberty to say.
It's business.

- Um, I should be going.
- But you just got here.

Uh-huh. Bye-bye.

Look, Lavon is my friend,

and every time I look him in the face
and I don't say something about us,

I feel...
I feel like I'm lying to him.

But just to be clear, we're
still not in a relationship?

Not in a relationship per se,

but we have to say something
to him, anything.

You know what it is?
It's his eyes.

'Cause every time you look into his eyes,
you just want to spill everything.

Don't make me do it anymore,
please.

Okay, but can we wait
until after the race?

It means so much to him.
I don't want to ruin it.

Of course.

Good. And on the plus side, we
don't have to wait to do this.

All right.

But I do, hey, I do have to say,
that I heard that runners

should not do something
like this before a race.

Hasn't hurt us before.

Oh! Oh!

Are-are you okay?

Oh, my knee!

Okay, no, no, just sit
down, sit down, sit down.

Just sit right there. I'm gonna
call Brick or Zoe right away.

I've had this happen before.

Not a sex injury, my knee.

And I know
what they're gonna say.

I won't be running in the race.

Oh, hey, what do you say?

We love to run every day.

One, two, three, four.

Come on, Dusty, work, work!
Drive them long legs, drive them!

You ain't in first place,
you're in last place.

Oh, Lavon.

Have you met
my new runner?

Dusty Lemaire.

So named because he will
leave you in the dust.

Go on, get back to
training now. Go on.

Okay, I tried to make it
just like you described it.

Black and white cookies
were just delivered.

Tom Long painted some
weird art on the walls,

and I got you a crappy couch that
is comfortable enough to write on,

but not too comfortable
that you'll fall asleep.

I can't believe you went
through all the trouble.

Oh, it was no trouble.

Plus, Tom got to work through some
of his anger in the painting, you know.

So it's a win-win.

Ashtray.

- Do I smoke now?
- No.

Remember, you told me that
Luna smelled like stale smoke.

By the way, you know how hard it is
to find someone who smokes these days?

Way to go, human beings.

I'd ask you what you want,
but what's the point?

We're all gonna die anyway.

How did you know
there was a Goth waitress?

There is always a Goth waitress.

Okay, you write, and then
I'll check on you later.

Oh, but be careful.

There's a homeless guy
eyeing your cookies.

Good luck.

It should be in there...
Carolee O'Connell, 10:00?

I don't see
your name anywhere,

but, oh, oh, could I offer you

some rose petal jam
for your inconvenience?

- Well...
- Mrs. O'Connell?

Please. Carolee.
Hi, Dr. Breeland.

Oh, Brick.

Wow, I haven't
seen you in ages,

and may I say
you-you look wonderful.

- It's all yoga.
- Oh.

It changed my life.

And I finally got rid
of that ridiculous mole.

Oh, I never noticed.

Uh, what can I do
to help you?

Well, Lemon and I ran
into each other yesterday,

and she told me I was due
for some booster shots.

She said to come in
this morning.

Oh, she did, did she?

Um, unfortunately,
you are completely booked up.

Oh, uh, nonsense.

Why, we always have time
to see an old friend.

Uh, this way.

Stupid knee.

I can't tell you
how sorry I am about this.

What-what are you
apologizing for?

It's not like you
did it on purpose.

No, but I know how important
this race is to you.

- I didn't want to let you down.
- What?

You could never let me down.

That's the kind
of relationship we have.

Look, there is nothing
that you could do

or say that would ever make me
think less of you.

Don't you know that?

Lynly?

Lavon, I have
to tell you something.

Oh, hey.

I might have made a teensy
mistake and told Lavon we're together.

- Oops.
- I really hope you're kidding.

Nope, so you might want make
a quick escape,

because Lavon is
definitely headed your way.

- Tucker!
- Uh, he's here.

- I need to talk to you.
- Yeah, yeah.

I see you've heard
the great news!

Oh, Lynly told me everything,
including why she can't run tomorrow.

Oh, wow, she really
went for it.

I can't believe
I didn't hear it from you!

All that time, you looking me
in the eye and didn't tell me.

Yeah, see, that is exactly
what I said, Lavon,

but out of deference
to Lynly’s wishes,

I was... I was just waiting
for the right time.

Oh, that's a crappy excuse.
And this is a bad situation.

Now, you know
she was vulnerable.

And you said yourself,
you're damaged goods.

That is true.
That is very true.

But I was completely up front
with Lynly about all of that,

and she said she wanted to be
there for me while I healed.

My cousin is nobody's band-aid.

Now, you stop seeing Lynly...
Or you're out of the race.

Wait a minute.
Are-are you giving me an ultimatum?

Just make your choice.

You can't tell me
who I can and cannot see.

You're fired from the team.

What? Excuse-excuse me?

No, you can't fire me,
Lavon, 'cause I-I quit!

Hey, Joel.

How you doing?
Did you get any writing done?

Yeah, I, uh, wrote a list
of a hundred reasons why I suck,

but I only got to 97.

Look, I-I really do appreciate
everything that you have done,

uh, but, um,
it's not working for me.

So I'm just gonna call my agent
and tell her that I can't do this.

- Wh-what? No, no!
- Yeah, yeah.

I'll just have her
get me a job writing menus,

maybe fortune cookies,
or greeting cards.

No, wait, those have to rhyme.

Maybe I'll be a barber.

Joel, writing novels,
that is your dream, okay?

Look, and your first book has already
sold over half a million copies.

You were on the short list
for the National Book Award.

Come on. If it's not working here,
then we'll just go somewhere else.

You can come over
to my place.

Yeah, I get all sorts
of great ideas over there.

- Breakfast for dinner. What?!
- Everyone thinks of that.

Yeah, well, he can come over, play some
video games and blow off steam then.

He has a deadline.

Yeah, and reminding him of that every five
minutes isn't helping matters, now is it?

I'm sorry, but if you want to do
something, you don't blow off steam.

You sit down
and you get it done, okay?

And then when you finish, you can
have fun because you've earned it.

Oh, wow. Thanks for the lesson
in creativity, Picasso.

But you know,
when I'm writing songs,

the best stuff comes to me
when I'm not even trying.

Yeah, that's how all
the greatest events in history

were accomplished.
By not even trying!

- Come on, Joel.
- You know what?

I want to give Wade's way a try.
You know, just chill out a little bit.

- I'm sorry. "Chill out"?
- Yeah, buddy.

Beer's in the fridge; you help
yourself to whatever you want.

- Thanks, man.
- All right, adios.

Wha...?
I-I'm literally speechless.

Well, you said it was my fault.
I'm just trying to make it better.

By what, giving him
every teenage boy's dream day?

Well, maybe, maybe not. At least
he'll have a good time doing it.

- Spare any change?
- Get a job!

Joel?

Joel!

Well, well, well.

Knew it was only a matter of time before
you came knocking on my door again.

Where's Joel?

He's not here.
Which is probably a good thing,

seeing as how desperate you are
to get into my house.

Joel?! Joel?!

I'm telling you he's not here, all right?
He-he was gone when I got in.

Well, then where is he?

I don't know. Maybe he hopped
a plane back to New York.

Don't know why, though. Your
roadhouse version was so authentic.

Really? That's it?

I can't believe
my boyfriend is missing!

I tried asking nicely,
and that didn't work.

So now I'm demanding that
you tell me who bought Fancie's.

I really wish you'd let this go.

Oh, well, sadly,
that is not in my nature.

So if you do not tell me, I will make
one of your poor, tired workers crack

like a fine piece of China.

- Lemon...
- What is the problem?

I promise, whoever the buyer is,
I can handle it!

It's not you I'm worried about.

I knew if I visualized being
on the team, it would happen.

I should use this power
for good.

I'm gonna visualize a tree
that grows donuts.

That's a terrible use
of a superpower.

Obviously, you should visualize
a tree that grows money.

Then you can buy whatever
kind of food you want.

- Genius.
- Meatball, 1:29.

Wanda, 1:25.

Wally, 1:22.

Y'all want to get your butts kicked?
It seems like it.

Look, not only did we lose our strongest
runners, Fillmore's got a ringer.

Now, I need more from y'all!

Where the hell's Crickett?

She don't look so good.

Crickett, you're one minute slower than
when you qualified. What's going on?

I don't know.

It's really hot today.

- Are you following the team diet?
- More or less.

- Which is it, more or less?
- I had a little jam.

A lot of jam.

Okay, I can't stop
eating it!

At first, I limited it to just toast.

But then I wondered what else
I could put it on...

Pancakes, pretzels, cheese.

That's right, cheese.

I thought it would be
so disgusting that I'd stop.

Turns out, jam on cheese
is delicious!

Okay.

Thank you for telling me.

Everybody rest up.
I'll see you at the race.

Yo, you got any more
of that jam on cheese?

I just...

I just don't...
I just don't understand how

out of all the possible times
to tell Lavon everything...

and apparently,
you did tell him everything...

why would you choose
now to do it?!

I heard your stupid words in my head,
and suddenly I felt guilty

looking him in the eye
and keeping it from him.

Well, that's just perfect.

Because now Lavon's mad at me
for lying.

And now I'm off the team 'cause
I wouldn't stop seeing you.

That is four months of
training just gone!

That is endless hours
of strategizing just gone!

That is Bluebell's chance
to win this whole thing...

what is it, you guessed it...
yeah, gone!

You quit the race because of me?

Yeah. I mean,
what was I supposed to do?

- You like me.
- No! I mean, I do, yes.

Yes, I do.
But that's not why...

Look, I didn't pick you
because...

Lavon is not the boss of me!

I'm just saying you had a pretty
good reason to walk away.

But here you are.

You might not be as damaged
as you think.

Maybe we are in a relationship.

- What's the matter?
- Yeah, I'll tell you what's the matter.

Bluebell's gonna lose the race,
and it's all your fault.

How is it my fault?

Because everything
was fine unt...

Until your jam came along.

The runners were great,
best team I ever had.

And then-then one day out of nowhere,
you put your jam out there.

And now it's all
anyone can think about.

Well, I'm sorry.

I worked hard
on that jam.

I wanted to share it,
take the jam to the next level.

Because sometimes
people don't know

they want jam unless you put it
in front of them.

But you can't shove your jam
down people's throats.

'Cause even if you like jam,
it makes you not want it!

Well, maybe not,
but jam has an expiration.

You can't just let it sit
on the shelf forever!

So if you don't want my jam,
then you need to tell me

so I can take it elsewhere.

Jam.

Hey, so, uh, I got good news,
and I got some bad news.

Good news is,
I know where Joel is.

Thank God. Where?

Well, that's what you might
consider the bad news.

Uh, just try not to do that whole
overreacting thing you like to do.

Oh, my God!
That's Joel!

Where is he? And why
are his hands sort of tied?

Read the next text.

"We have your friend. Ha-ha-ha.
The Truitt brothers."

What is this?

I guess you'd consider it
a ransom note.

What?

See, they owe me money,
and they're holding Joel

until I let them off the hook.

Wade Kinsella, you got
my boyfriend kidnapped.

Yeah.

All right, come on.
Come on, Crickett. Come on.

Only 847 more to go.
Come on.

I don't feel so good.

- I think I'm going through withdrawal.
- Jam withdrawal?

I also gave up the coffee
I had with the jam.

A lot of coffee.

I can't feel my toes.

- Problems with your team there, Lavon?
- Butt out, Gainey.

You get DQ'd,
you don't have four runners.

We have four runners.

Mm. Man, I knew I should have
left the trophy in my case.

- We're screwed.
- I did not come this far to give up now.

- Oh, that's not good.
- What's not good?

Dusty Lemaire. I remember
him from school.

He made State all
six years of college.

- Six years?
- God doesn't give with both hands.

So Gainey brought in
a ringer, huh?

Lavon must be dying.

You know what?

I'll be right back.

Lavon, you got a second?

Look, Lynly and I,
we're not going away.

So you can either
bury your head in the sand

and try and act like
the situation doesn't exist,

like you're doing with Annabeth
and this... ultimatum,

or you can grow up
and you can accept it.

All right, hello, everybody!
Hello!

Welcome to the Mobile Bay
Cross-Country Relay Race.

Now if I can just have all the runners
step up to the starting line, please.

Everybody who's running,
come on now.

Bluebell!

What's it gonna be, Lavon?

All right, on your marks.

Get set.

Go, Wally, go! Go, boy!

Come on now!

All right, Wanda,
you never ran so fast!

Go, Crickett, go!

Wait, there he is!

Bluebell! Bluebell! Bluebell!

Don't get cocky.

She's gonna be coming back
home to Fillmore next year.

In your dreams.

Oh, Lemonade.

I was, uh, just getting ready
to head out and pick up Carolee.

We are having
cocktails and dinner.

- She wanted to do both.
- That's nice, daddy, but...

And I need to thank you. You were
absolutely right about her. She is lovely.

I don't even mind
you sneaking

behind my back and telling
her to come see me.

Thank you, daddy, but...

And I was letting the
past hold me back.

But no more. I am now
ready to move forward.

Okay, well,
before you start moving,

there is something
that I really need to show you.

Well, personally, I don't blame
Joel for running away.

He didn't run away,
he was kidnapped.

Yeah, you're doing the same thing to him
that you did with me and my music.

Pushing, pushing, pushing.

No, it's the exact opposite.
Your band sucked.

Joel's a genius!

- Wait!
- I don't know what you're so mad about.

I'm just trying to help you
be a better girlfriend.

Oh, relationship advice
from Wade Kinsella?

Joel was right,
you are hilarious.

- I know what's really going on here.
- Oh, this again.

Did you actually come up
with something this time?

Yeah, you're sabotaging Joel

because you think once he's out
of the picture, I'll come back to you.

Sweetheart, I don't have to send Joel
away for you to come back to me.

We all know
the real reason is

that you don't want me telling Joel
that you're still in love with me.

- You're delusional!
- Don't worry, it's our little secret.

Okay, look, as a doctor, seriously,
you need medical help.

All right. Before we do this thing,
I got to ask you one question.

- What?
- You sure you want to rescue him?

I mean...

Truitt brothers!

We know you have Joel!
We want proof of life!

What are you doing?

I've seen movies.

We'll return Jo-El...
if that's his real name...

when you forgive our debt.

- Tell them you'll negotiate.
- I will NOT negotiate!

- Do it!
- I'm not enjoying the hitting.

I know that you owe Wade money.

But if you don't
have money,

maybe you can offer
something else in trade.

Yeah.

Jo-El.

Maybe you can work it off.

What can you do?

Well... uh...

Not a lot, actually.

Okay.

Wade, you are apparently
terrible at collecting bar tabs.

That's not true.

Truitt brothers, you are
fairly good at scaring people.

So, what if you worked
off your debt

by helping Wade
collect other people's debt.

That's not the worst
idea you've ever had.

I always dreamed
of being a heavy.

- Never thought it could actually happen.
- We accept your terms.

We're releasing the hostage.

Oh, my God.

Uh, we also want you to-to name
a dish after us at your bar.

No.

I knew I should've
said that sooner.

Hey!

Hey, hey.

Hi.

God, I'm so sorry.
Are you okay?

Look, I've had training in PTSD,
so I can help.

Oh, no, no, no.
Are you kidding me?

This is the most amazing thing
I've ever done in my life!

- Really?
- Well, yeah!

I had no idea
that people lived like this.

You know, we had spray cheese
and moonshine for breakfast.

And I swear to God, the raccoons
in there, they outnumber the people.

Where's my computer?
I got to get all this down.

Bye, guys!

- Chicken!
- Okay, Jo-El.

Happy trails.

So, thanks
for coming over.

I've been trying to
for days.

Look, I wish I didn't say what I said,
but it's out there now.

And avoiding me
doesn't change that.

Yeah.

I've been reacting badly.

But I got burned when I rushed
into proposing to Ruby.

And then the whole Lemon thing...
that's a mess all its own.

So I don't want
to rush this time.

I understand that. I do.

And I don't want you to rush.

But it's hard for me
to be in limbo, you know?

Yeah, I do.

I do.

That's why...

I cleared out a space
for your jamming.

I mean, I know
how important it is to you.

So that way, you can use it for
your-your jars and your labels

and your... pectin?

Yeah, I don't really understand
the whole jam-making process.

But the point is,
we're moving forward.

Just... slowly.

Thank you.

But to be honest,

I don't think I'll be making
quite as much jam anymore.

Hey.

Looks like Joel's writer's block
is finally broken.

Yeah, he's hardly looked
up for two hours.

Not even when busty Sally
dropped her pen.

Hmm, so I guess
he didn't need to relax.

And he didn't need
to work through it.

He just needed
a grand adventure.

- We were both wrong.
- Apology accepted.

What? That was
not an apology!

It feels good to be a winner.

- Are you sure about that?
- I don't have anything to hide.

Hey!

You two are...?

With the kissing
and the hands...?

- Did we know about this?
- Yup.

It's a start.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I don't mean to interrupt,
but how's it going?

I have never written
anything so fast.

My fingers are
literally burning.

So, good?

Yeah, I don't mean to jinx anything,
but I actually like what I'm writing.

And by the way,
in case I haven't said it,

there is no way that I could've gotten
through all this without your support.

Are you sure?

'Cause there's a fine line between
being pushy and supportive.

And apparently most of the time,
I can come down on the wrong side of it.

You're a doctor.
You fix things.

- I love that about you.
- Well, you are an artist.

And I need to let you have
your own process.

You know, I can't keep
browbeating you into mine.

Hey, dude, you want
to come over tomorrow night?

I got, uh, Motorbike Mayhem 4.

It's supposed to have
way more mayhem than 3.

Actually, I promised the Truitt brothers
that we'd go skeet shooting.

Mayhem and skeet shooting?

Don't you think it'd be smarter
to keep the momentum going,

and start on chapters
four through six?

That was pushy, wasn't it?

- Oh, yeah.
- Little bit.

I don't want the sequins
getting all dusty.

And, Ramon, we have got to do
something about this floor.

It is all slanted.

Look, I'm, like, lopsided.

Uh, I'm just gonna slide
right into the crowd.

So, just to confirm, that is the woman
that you were engaged to,

and the one
that you broke up with?

Is this thing on?

How long ago was that?

Uh... uh, six...
s-seven months.

Don't put that box over there.

Well, I'm not the doctor here,
but that looks about right.

These acoustics suck.
But you're so cute!

Oh, my Lord.