What do you want from me here?
I'm trying to move on, and you won't let me.
This is so hard for me. I am so confused.
I have decided to run against you for Mayor.
How badly do you want to beat Ruby Jeffries for Mayor?
Let me run your campaign.
You will be unbeatable.
I was just wondering if you could do casual
my way, which means being monogamous.
Yeah, I think I can do that.
Oh, Lavon! Ugh!
Someone has been sleeping in my bed.
My comforter was mushed.
The pillows were indented.
Whoa, indented?
Well, there could be some sort of phantom musher.
Or maybe you're overtired and a little out of it.
What?
Mm-hmm. Ugh.
You know, ever since we became monogamous,
Wade and I have been sleeping less than ever.
No details necessary.
Fine, but I know that I made my bed
because my Kate Spade sheets arrived
and I wanted to see how they looked.
And now I've lost interest.
That was fast.
Lavon!
Weird things have been happening all week.
I chalked it up to the remodel, but then I found a sock
in my underwear drawer, and...
there was a mysterious toothbrush in my bathroom.
Whoa. So, now it's clear.
You have a stalker. Yeah.
Slash organizer.
Slash dental hygienist.
- That... - Or...
It's Halloween
and Wade is just messing with you because he can.
Pretty sexy, huh? Oh, my God.
Could you be any more immature?
Ow.
Hey, that was pretty sexy.
Ugh, you know what is even less sexy
than that ridiculous costume?
Your infantile pranks. Huh?
Apparently, someone slept in big Z's bed last night. Well, Doc,
you know very well I was tied up last night.
Literally.
Oh. Ew!
Well, if it wasn't him, then it was someone else.
Could you please call the sheriff?
I don't mean to freak you guys out.
Have you considered the possibility of demons?
Demons? This is why I don't let you talk in bed.
You know what? I'm going to let
you two figure this out for yourselves.
'Cause I have important campaign business to attend to today.
Like...
Handing out candy in Town Square.
Good-bye.
He is not going to help me catch my stalker.
Please wear this. Thank you so much.
Ladies, up, up, up.
It is a week until the election
and Lavon is neck and waddley neck with Ruby Jeffries
and you're all just sitting here like lumps
when you should be handing out buttons and candy and cheer.
Go, go, go, Lavon!
You said cheer.
Up, up!
Who wouldn't vote for Lavon Hayes?
Just look at that trustworthy face and those
big, strong,
sexy... Hello, ladies.
Lavon! Oh, you're here.
Um, how are you?
Can I get you anything?
- Sweet tea, lemonade, brownie? - Uh,
I'm good. How's it looking, ladies?
- It's looking great! - It's great!
Super great. You look amazing.
Those new posters showcasing you
in your Alabama football years seem to be working.
We just secured
the PTA and Sanitation Workers' endorsements.
Jim and Mabeline Watkins.
Lavon Hayes is back in the fight.
Yes, nice work. Whoo!
Ruby can't have the paper call Lavon Hayes
a "Thief in Chief" and get away with it.
I want to take her down, Lemon.
I want it bad. So do I.
So, we're going to have to start knocking
on doors, because it is a very tight race.
Every single vote counts.
Oh, yeah. Lem...
Great...
Tom. Breathe.
...News!
I just registered 30 new voters.
- Yes! - Hey.
Including the entire Beaudry clan.
- No! - Yeah. That's 22 people
- in that family. - No.
- Yeah. Yes. - No.
- No! - No? - Tom!
The Beaudrys are Auburn fans.
There is no way they're going to vote
for a former Tide linebacker.
- You have to fix this. - Oh... no.
I'm sorry, but I am not killing the Beaudrys.
Well, I'd offer to help, but...
But you know I'd deck you.
You know...
you didn't have to walk me all the way up here, Daisy.
I didn't want you to get lost.
Okay.
Well, you know what?
I guess a pretty escort is always welcome.
It was the least I could do.
Thanks so much for dinner last night.
Fancie's was...
so fancy.
- No problem. - George Tucker!
I've been looking for you.
So, I was wondering if you had a date
to the Halloween party tomorrow.
But I was just about
to ask him.
Uh, ladies.
I'm sorry. I'm a little new
at this whole being single thing, and...
See, I just don't want to disappoint either of you, so...
Oh, you sweet thing.
We don't want to overwhelm you.
Not at all. You go by yourself.
We'll both dance with you.
Seriously?
They fell for that line? What has happened
to the education system in Bluebell?
Now, hold on just a second.
I was just being honest with them.
George, this is Presley... she works for a beer distributor.
Presley, George Tucker,
Southern gentleman
of the old school. Hmm.
That's funny. He's old-school,
and his dates are still in school.
Oh! Zinger.
See ya, Rhett. Wow.
She seems nice.
George Tucker, what is going on?
I don't even know, Wade.
Last week, I had my yearly tax seminar.
It's usually only attended by Dash
and Sergeant Jeffries and Shula.
This year: Standing room only.
- All single women. - Well,
I guess they heard that George Tucker is back on the market.
Hey, good for you, buddy.
I guess so.
I'll tell you what... I'm exhausted.
I am. No, is this what it's like to be you?
Uh... yeah, yeah.
I mean, come on, sure. Absolutely.
Oh, it's Halloween. You gonna try
and break your record from last year?
What was it, three... three sexy cats in one night?
Uh... yeah, I'm...
I'm kind of trying to lay off the girls these days.
It's, uh... it's like a cleanse.
But for the record,
it was two sexy cats and one sexy Snow White.
Mmm.
Uh, dude, I got to go.
Hey, Wanda? I'm going on break.
Seriously?
Again?
All right, I only got
15 minutes, but I promise I'll make it worth your while.
Wade, focus. Whoa.
I just bought a baseball bat,
Mace
and this wireless video camera,
- which is why I texted you. Can you install it? - Oh, yeah!
Hey, uh...
Maybe we should get one of those helmet cams.
That way, I can see what you see, which...
I bet is pretty spectacular.
Wade, tonight, we are laying a trap
to catch the cretin on film
so that the sheriff can arrest him.
Or her. I'm open-minded. Yeah,
well... that's a great plan, doc.
Problem is...
A: It's probably just somebody playing a prank,
and B: I can't sleep here tonight.
I promised Wanda I'd cover for her,
so I won't be off till about 3:00 A.M.
If you're scared, you should sleep over at Lavon's.
I'm not scared. I'm a New Yorker.
I can handle a petty Bluebell perv all by myself.
You know, you are pretty sexy
when you're in misguided vigilante mode.
We still got 13 minutes.
Okay. Well, I do need to make sure
that the camera works. Uh-huh.
Mmm. Mmm!
Ooh!
Okay, so we are down 19 votes in the polls.
22 if we can't sway the postal workers.
Lavon, I told you that alligator is a liability.
You know what? It's not too late to get it stuffed. I know a guy.
- Burt Reynolds is my pet. - Well,
maybe it's not too late to get the Beaudrys over to our side.
Oh, come on, Annabeth.
You know that there's nothing more divisive
than a college football allegiance.
I mean, Rawlins & Sons became Rawlins & Son
when Frankie Jr. chose 'bama.
The Beaudrys are nice, sensible people. I know them.
Yes, we do not need reminding
of your traitorous years as an Auburn Tiger.
For the zillionth time, I am Auburn legacy, football legacy.
My granddaddy was on the '57 championship team.
I had no choice.
Uh, you know, Annabeth does
offer us a unique insight now.
Okay, A.B.,
what can we do to turn the Beaudrys to our side?
Well, show them you're not just the voice of 'bama.
That you care.
Maybe...
you could say you're dating one.
Wait, you're not suggesting...
And not just a Tigers fan...
Auburn royalty,
football royalty.
No! I mean,
Lavon is not just gonna pretend to date you to get the Beaudrys.
Why not? Well, now, Lemon, you have to admit
this is not the worst idea in the world.
22 votes.
Oh! Yes!
Huh?
Go on, we look cute together, right?
Take that, psycho freak! Aah!
Ow! George?
Yes!
Crap!
2x05 Walkin' After Midnight
Sync & corrections by wilson0804 www.Addic7ed.com
What were you thinking? I could've seriously hurt you.
You did seriously hurt me.
Oh, my God, how did I get in here?
- Very funny. - No,
I'm serious. What did you do to me?
- What did I do to you? - Yeah.
Last thing I remember is going to sleep in my own bed.
Are you drunk?
No! But to be honest with you,
I am freaking out a little bit, okay?
- I mean, I'm really freaking out! - Okay, well...
- This is... - Okay, um, look,
we're gonna figure this out, you know?
Has anything else strange been happening to you lately?
Thursday, I woke up with candy corn in my hair.
Last night, I woke up at the gas station.
In my underwear.
Where you going?
Is this your toothbrush?
Yes! I've been looking for that. Wait...
- Why do you have it? - George,
you have been sleepwalking.
- No. - Mm-hmm.
No, no, no.
- Oh, yes. - That's impossible, because I stopped...
sleepwalking when I was nine years old.
So there's a history?
Have you started
to take any new medications
or have you been eating anything different?
Candy corn?
All right, look, in adults,
sleepwalking is usually caused by stress.
Has there been anything stressing you out recently?
No, actually, everything's been great.
I've been enjoying life on my new houseboat.
- I'm sorry, did you say "houseboat"? - Yeah.
Are you kidding? Do you know how dangerous
it is to sleepwalk when you're on a houseboat?
- Oh, my God, you're right. - All right, look,
we just have to figure out what's causing this.
How about tonight I come over,
I attach an EEG machine to you, and I watch you sleep?
Okay, normally, that would sound super fun...
but there's a Halloween party tonight, so...
Oh.
All right, well, good, you know.
Go to the party, have a couple beers,
and then go to sleep.
All right, thank you, Zoe.
Mm-hmm.
Uh, you probably won't wind up in the middle of the Gulf,
but just in case, wear a life vest.
See you tonight, doctor.
Mm-hmm.
Happy Halloween.
I bought donuts.
Oh, God.
Yeah.
Wait, you said I had to watch my weight
to get the women's vote.
Lavon, forget the donuts, okay?
I was up all night thinking about Annabeth's little plan,
and I just don't think that it's a good idea.
Lemon, look, I know it's not ideal,
but Ruby's not exactly fighting fair, either.
After all this work on this campaign,
I've realized something... I-I want this bad.
And, Lavon, you are a great Mayor,
but what makes you great is that you don't
have to play any games.
But 22 votes would seal the deal, Lemon.
You know that.
Now, sometimes we got to think about what's best for Bluebell.
The...
Guess what we're going to wear
for our big debut as a couple tonight.
Romeo and Juliet.
Genius, right?
No, come on, you guys, please.
What? It's a costume party.
Star-crossed lovers.
Come on.
It's great.
Well, people are going to be mighty curious.
They're going to want to know how you got together,
when, where, what each other wore.
I hope you're prepared to answer those questions.
Which is why I made flash cards.
Of course you did.
Brilliant.
Martini.
Shaken, not stirred.
Dean Martin.
Uh, waiter at Jean Georges.
James Bond, wise-ass. James Bond.
Oh, well, it's sexy, but I was kind of hoping
for more of a magic Mike construction worker
or a sexy firefighter,
but, you know, hey, James bond... definitely alluring.
Just go put on your go-go boots
and your miniskirt and let's get out of here.
All right, come on.
Oh, yeah, right,
and people wouldn't put us together?
Who would they think I was-- the Morton Salt Girl?
Is it wrong that I'm okay with that?
Yes.
No, look, I can't.
I'm tired and I have to work. Oh.
I found my bed-sleeper.
Oh, who was it... Tom Long, Crickett?
The poltergeist from Poltergeist?
No... George Tucker.
George Tucker?
The same George Tucker that I know?
He was sleepwalking, so I have to do a sleep study on him
before the poor guy walks into the Gulf or worse.
So, just to be clear here, you're sending me off,
looking like this, to a party
full of scantily clad women high on free candy
while you go spend the night at George Tucker's?
Yeah.
Oh, this is an awesome arrangement, yeah.
How do I look?
Hmm, ridiculous.
Oh, come on, I feel nervous enough.
You look beautiful, all right?
You know, I think this actually might work.
Who knows?
The Beaudrys do seem sort of susceptible.
Lemon, haven't you ever seen a Patrick Dempsey movie?
I mean, it might work out for me and Lavon.
We'll fake a relationship for a while, but...
eventually, he'll develop real feelings for me.
Annabeth, I know that you've been known to comment
on the Mayor's physique, but I didn't realize that...
Yeah, I like him.
I really like him.
And I'm divorced now,
so who's to say he won't like me back?
Yeah, well, good luck with that, dear.
I'm going to change.
So I am going
to be taking notes on anything you do
and I'm going to follow you
if you sleepwalk,
and hopefully we can discover what's been stressing you out.
The most important thing is to try to stick to your routine
as much as possible. Okay, well...
My routine doesn't usually have you
following me around all night, so...
You won't even notice that I'm here.
So what would you usually do next?
Okay, uh,
how about, for tonight, you change maybe over there?
You really think this is a good idea?
It's, um, our only option at the moment.
Okay.
Whatever you say, doc.
Someone named Daisy wants to know
if she should be a sexy nun or a sexy referee.
Really, those are the only choices?
Darn it.
Forgot to tell Daisy I couldn't make it tonight.
Bedtime.
Get in bed.
All right.
Scoot over a little.
What, really? Yeah.
You were going to be a firefighter tonight?
Yeah.
Yeah, why, is that... that's stupid, isn't it?
No.
Okay.
All righty.
Can you hold that there for me?
Yeah. Thank you.
You really think this is gonna work?
Sure.
Now go to sleep.
Just... Yep.
Just pretend that I'm not here.
Yeah.
That's going to be pretty much impossible.
Good night, Dr. Hart.
Sweet dreams.
George.
George!
♪ What are you talkin' about? ♪
♪ I don't really wanna do this on the phone ♪
♪ Whatever you were gonna say, you should have said it by now ♪
♪ Why don't you call a cab ♪
♪ and just go home?
♪ 'Cause I've heard it all before ♪
♪ I just don't wanna hear any more... ♪
George couldn't make it.
So, Wade Kinsella, it's your lucky night.
Three wishes... you can have anything you want.
Uh, thanks, Savannah.
Uh, I can't.
I'm on the clock.
What's that, Cody? You need another drink?
Mmm-mmm-mmm.
What? Huh?
Yeah.
Hey.
What does Lemon Breeland drink?
Uh, a white wine spritzer, gin on a bad day.
Here.
You got a 50-50 shot.
Knock 'em out, buddy.
♪ I'm too tired and you're too drunk... ♪
I'm just going to go up to her and ask her how she's doing.
Cody, that is so not a good idea.
♪ A thousand pretty words ain't gonna mean that much... ♪
Hey, Lemon, I just happened to have
this extra white wine spritzer. I thought we could...
Not now, Cody!
No way.
You two? Annabeth, I can't believe you didn't tell me.
Well,
the Blawker has an exclusive
on Bluebell's newest couple.
Lavon Hayes
and Annabeth Nass,
is this y'all's coming out party?
Well, Dash,
I can neither confirm nor deny
my relationship status now,
but I will say this... this is one happy Halloween.
Well,
will y'all be going by Lavonabeth
or the shorter Annabon?
Uh, no.
♪ 'Cause I'm sorry on the rocks... ♪
Hey, hey, look who Lavon just came in with.
♪ Baby, just ain't good enough... ♪
Annab...?
Nope, I cannot go there.
Okay, look, there's an emergency.
Please tell me that George is here.
You lost him?
I may have fallen asleep.
Well, it's your fault that I'm so tired.
Yeah, it is. All right, look, this is serious.
I need you to help me find George.
Yeah.
Hey, Wanda, will you cover for me?
I got something I need to take care of.
Again?
Do you even work here anymore?
Mrs. Beaudry, I'm so happy you're here.
Why wouldn't I be? It's Halloween.
Uh, you know my boyfriend,
the Mayor, of course?
Mrs. Beaudry, pleasure as always.
You're dating the Mayor?
Does your father know?
Oh, it all happened so fast.
As you know, I'm an Auburn girl,
and not very political,
but I was helping Lemon Breeland out one afternoon,
making posters, and Lavon
was speaking with such passion for Bluebell.
Oh, what can I say?
I love this town.
Don't be so modest,
sweetie pie.
We all know that local business revenue
has gone up 16% under you,
and how you spearheaded
the new electric grid.
Well, that is impressive. Well,
all right, that's enough, now, love bug.
She is so beautiful
and smart and charming,
but she can get a little
overenthusiastic.
Well, now, Mr. Hayes,
if you are good enough for the granddaughter
of the great Auburn Tiger quarterback
Hubert Thibodaux, may he rest in peace,
then the least
we Beaudrys can do is join you for a drink,
hear what you've got to say. All right.
Wanda...
I'm switching to gin.
Ooh.
Damn it, I was sure he would be here.
This is, like, his sleepwalking safe space.
Don't you find it just a little bit convenient
that his safe space just happens to be your bed?
Oh, well, you think he's faking it? Come on.
Look, all I know is that you're sleeping at his house the one
holiday of the year you could've been dressed as catwoman.
I would so never be Catwoman.
Look, George is not faking
a sleep disorder to seduce me, and you know it.
If he was, don't you think
he would've made a move instead of disappearing into the night?
Just admit this is a little more complicated
than a simple doctor/patient scenario, okay?
George has a true medical condition.
And as his doctor, it is my job,
my duty to find him before he hurts himself.
Now, are you coming or what?
Oh!
Nice. Crap! Come on.
The preservations at Town Hall,
the new library at the high school.
The man has done so much for this town.
I figured looking past his poor choice in college
was the Christian thing to do.
Will y'all excuse me?
Mmm.
We did it.
Maybe.
But I have to say, I wish I could've stopped you,
you are lying to these people, Lavon.
And this little charade
just proves that you are no better
than Ruby Jeffries herself.
Frankly, I'm not even sure
that you're someone I feel like voting for anymore.
Come on, Mr. Mayor.
Let's have ourselves a celebratory slow dance.
O-okay.
♪ I hear you turn the key ♪
♪ I hear you close the door ♪
♪ I recognize your face ♪
♪ don't know you anymore ♪
♪ you play the part so well ♪
♪ and that's what hurts like hell ♪
♪ it's not the things you do ♪
♪ it's all the things you don't... ♪
George!
You made it.
I was beginning to think you ditched us.
Want to dance?
No, no, I can't.
And why not?
George!
- Zoe. - Are you okay?
Who is this?
Oh, uh...
this is my girlfriend.
Girlfriend?
Uh-oh.
You look awfully pretty this evening.
Oh, George, that is so not necessary.
Just set him down, all right?
- Hello, sir. - Okay, here you go.
You know, I always figured Tucker
had dreams about you.
I just never figured I'd be in one.
Well, he doesn't know what he's saying.
Yeah, well, why don't you wake him up?
We'll have a real conversation.
Sleepwalking is a very delicate sate.
I mean, when people wake up, they can freak out.
Which is why I need you to help me
get him home.
All right.
Hey!
Backdraft, let's go. Come on. Bring your ax.
No, thank you, sir.
We do not need a maitre d' to help us.
We have been here many times.
Bond. James Bond.
- Where? - I'm sorry.
I can't believe we pulled this off.
You're such a good actor.
Well, you, uh...
you did a great job, Annabell. I owe you.
Oh, I owe you. I've wanted
to wear matching costumes with someone for years
and you finally gave me the opportunity.
I was thinking maybe tomorrow it might be fun
if we went to Dash's one-man show of MacBeth together.
Just to really hammer it home, huh?
Uh...
Ah.
Mrs. Beaudry, great to see you.
I just want to say...
there's not a lot in life
I take more seriously than college football,
but electing a man
my grandbabies can look up to...
well, that's worth being
a little bit of a traitor, right?
Absolutely!
You can count on our votes.
Thank you, ma'am.
Did you hear that?
22 votes.
It's a Halloween miracle.
I'm-I'm... No, I'm sorry.
I got to go find Lemon.
All right, two Gremlins
and a Spooky Juice.
It'll be $10.50. Thank you, sir.
Oh, crap.
Hey, Carrie. Vodka soda for you?
Wow, you remembered.
I can't be the only slutty nurse in here tonight.
Uh...
Oops. Did I say slutty?
Well, I don't know.
Oh, wait. What's the hurry?
Uh...
Well, you know,
busy night.
Aw, seems like someone
could use a break.
Well, uh, I would, but...
five vampires at the other end
of the bar, so... You sure had
time for a break last Halloween.
And as I recall, it was a pretty long one.
Well, things have changed.
Like what things?
Well...
There are rules now.
You know, I'm not, uh,
exactly sure what those rules are, but...
There are rules.
Hey, you know what?
There... there are rules.
Where are you going?
I'm going to enforce those rules.
You look good, Carrie.
Drink's on me.
Are you sure you want to do this now?
I mean, I could write a press release
and smooth things over.
No, it's my mess.
I'm gonna clean it up.
Excuse me, Mrs. Beaudry.
Oh, boy, everything in my life has come easy to me.
You know, I've never really faced a challenge
like this election before.
But I guess we really don't know ourselves
until we're put in a place where we're tested.
And, I don't like what I saw
in myself when I was.
Annabeth and I aren't dating.
I made the whole thing up,
hoping to get votes.
I'm sorry.
Well...
then I guess you'll understand when I tell you...
politics like this...
Is why we Beaudrys never registered in the first place.
Yes, ma'am.
But now we will be voting...
for the Jeffries girl.
Thank you for your time.
Hubert Thibodaux is rolling over in his grave
right now, young lady!
Well, that sucked.
You did the right thing.
I'm proud of you.
Who would've ever thought that I'd be the one to...
bring down the campaign with my crazy schemes?
I should have listened to you.
I won't make that mistake again.
Good.
But, hey, this race is far from over.
And we may be down in votes, but I know that this town
will come to its senses,
and we will win this thing.
Sometimes I feel like you believe in me
even more than I believe in myself.
I don't know what I'd do without you, Lemon Breeland.
I really don't.
Well, I better get some sleep.
I have a big day
of strategizing to do tomorrow.
Good night.
Night.
All right, come on.
Let's get you to bed.
Okay.
You going to bed now?
Mm-hmm.
That is a good idea.
It has been a long day, and I am very tired.
So, we're together, huh?
Duh.
You are acting weird.
George, are we happy?
How can we not be?
Zoe, you and I...
we belong...
Wade, he was sleepwalking!
I know he was.
What's your excuse?
What?
I'm up. I'm up.
Okay, what happened tonight?
You had yourself quite an adventure there, fire chief.
Ah.
Here. It's hot. Thank you.
Oh. It's from Daisy.
"Hey, jerkface." Oh.
"Why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend?
I call foul." What the hell?
Well, oh, she was dressed as a sexy referee.
No, Zoe, what girlfriend?
Oh. Well, as it turns out,
in your dream state, you are in a relationship.
With?
Hmm? With?
Me.
If I had to speculate, you know, as your physician,
it-it might mean
that a small part of you is...
Still hung up on me.
Which would probably explain
you walking into my house in the middle of the night
and leaving your toothbrush.
Well, it's not really that big of a surprise, is it?
Zoe, a part of me still is hung up on you.
Like, a big, big part.
Like, pretty much... most of me, like, all of me.
Question is...
Why aren't we together again?
Oh, no.
No. Relax.
It's purely a social visit.
Go ahead, help yourself.
Same drink, same swagger.
Not the same guy, though.
The one who left town and never called.
The one who used to do that stupid dance
every time he sacked a qb.
Now, that dance wasn't stupid.
You've changed.
You've grown up.
Maybe it's time for me to do a little growing up, too.
Lavon, I'm sorry for sabotaging you with the owls.
That was a low blow.
I think we've just both gotten
a little caught up with this campaign.
But you had the balls to apologize to the Beaudrys,
and-and that's what I'm doing right now.
I'm apologizing to you.
I'm sorry.
Accepted.
Partly because of that speech,
and partly because of that outfit.
I'll take that.
Go and sit down.
Go on.
I'll buy you your own drink.
Hopefully, if you let some of this stress go,
the sleepwalking will subside.
In the meantime, I'm gonna prescribe a mild sedative.
So that's it, huh?
I don't know what else to say.
Well, why don't you answer my question?
Come on, George. I'm serious.
You think that I'm not still hung up on you, too?
Well, I don't know.
Uh... Are you?
Of course I am, but I meant what I said.
We have to think in terms of the long game.
Now is not our time.
I can't be your rebound.
I can't get my heart broken by you again.
Okay, Zoe, and I'm doing everything that I can
to make sure that does not happen.
I'm out there sowing my wild oats.
I've been on 13 dates in three weeks. But you can't just
go through the motions, biding time until you can be with me.
That is not moving on.
And if you haven't moved on,
then how could I not be your rebound?
What exactly is it that you want from me?
I can't believe that I'm gonna say this.
Maybe to help you move on,
to stop thinking about me,
to sleep,
you need to be with someone
that you actually feel something for.
Because I kind of am.
I see.
Who is it? Uh, you know what?
I don't want to know.
Is it serious?
No.
But it's what I need right now.
Okay.
Good night, George.
Good night, Zoe.
Thank you.
Large tea with honey, and whatever she's having.
Just coffee with cream and sugar.
Thank you.
You kidding?
I should be thanking you.
It may have been misguided,
but you took a big risk for this campaign.
You really tried.
It was a stupid idea. Thank you.
I don't know what I was thinking.
You must think I'm an idiot.
Annabeth Nass, you are not an idiot.
You're a romantic.
A romantic idiot.
Well, it's one thing I've learned about this life...
it's that you can't control the heart.
Sometimes feelings just pop up.
They reemerge from out the blue.
Doesn't make us foolish.
It just... makes us human.
Well, the good news is,
there are still six days left in this campaign.
Six days of working very closely with the Mayor.
Anything could happen, right?
You know, you're right.
Anything could happen.
Hey, Daisy.
Uh, may I sit?
If you must.
I just wanted to clear some things up from last night.
Um... I don't have a girlfriend.
There was a whole misunderstanding.
I was... not myself last night.
Really?
Yes.
Yeah. But, uh, the thing is...
Well, last night,
I had my first decent night's sleep
in a long time, and it gave me some clarity.
And...
Well, I just want to say that I don't think
that you and I have a future together, and I'm sorry
that I led you on.
I guess I can't fault you for being honest.
Okay. All right.
Thank you. Oh, and could you
tell Savannah the same thing?
'Cause I cannot find her number.
Well, if it isn't
the world's first authentic Southern gentleman.
Oh.
Great. Good morning.
Presley, is it?
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Oh, don't worry. I'll be out of here in a minute.
I'm sure you need this seat for another lady friend. No.
No, actually, you can keep that seat all day,
'cause I am all out of lady friends.
Really? Yeah.
I can't imagine what went wrong.
Oh. Big surprise, right?
Mmm. Just...
No, it just turns out that we didn't...
Have as much in common as I thought.
Think I might need to find somebody who...
Challenges me a little bit.
Mmm.
Which is why I was wondering if you might
be free for dinner tonight.
What?
Look, I won't be a gentleman at all.
Okay, none of that.
You can pay for it if you want.
- You can pay for the whole thing. - Mmm.
Drinks, no dinner,
and if you show up wearing a tie, I'm leaving.
Sounds great.
You were right.
I let things get out of control last night.
I know.
Well, I'm-I'm sorry.
Look, if you want me to tell you
that George and I don't still have feelings
for each other, I can't.
I wish I could.
Okay.
But I meant what I said.
That I want to be monogamous.
And from now on, I will remember that.
If it means anything,
I told George that I was involved with someone.
Wade?
Oh, I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm... Sleeping.
In fact, I think it's time
- for you to put me to bed, missy. -No! No!
Oh, yeah, mm-hmm.
- It's time to put this girl down for the night. - Oh, my God.
- Watch your head. We're going in. - Oh.
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