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.
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.
Annabeth: 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.
Lavon: 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.
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?
-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.
-Lavon: 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.
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?
This is my girlfriend.
-Girlfriend? -Uh-oh.
George: 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.
-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?
-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.
-Oops. Did I say slutty? -Well, I don't know.
Oh, wait. What's the hurry?
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.
-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? 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.
Presley: Well, if it isn't the world's first authentic Southern gentleman.
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.
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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