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You go after another one of my dogs,

you so much as step on my property,

I will shoot you in the face, I swear to God I will.

Your dog was barking all night.

I'd kill it again if I could.

Then bring it on over

Stringing him along any longer, girl

It's just wasting precious time…

One more.

Rip it off just like a band-aid

The way you look at me, girl You can't pretend

I know you ain't in love with him Break up with him

Misty Jones.

I'll give you a quarter if you play one of my songs.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah?

Who?

Yeah.

Yeah, all right. I can be there.

Let's go.

I gotta go see my brother.

Mm!

Let's go!

You've gotten all the attention you're gonna get from me.

Coffee?

Sure.

Oh, wow.

I see Mom's still your decorator.

Please, Misty, let's not go backwards.

No, I won't.

Just glad you got rid of the Slaughter of the Midianites.

It's in the living room.

That's perfect. Slaughter over the fire.

Ah…

I didn't invite you here to bicker.

Charlie hasn't returned our calls in three days.

I don't know where my little girl is.

Well, she's 22 and famous.

Probably doesn't have any time to check in with her daddy.

Yeah, but nobody can get in touch with her.

She didn't turn up to rehearsals.

- Did you talk to her manager? - Kelly?

She says Charlie's been acting out.

Even before this.

- Why don't you call the police? - I did call.

They made some phone calls and went to her house,

but that was the extent of it.

Hi, hon.

- Oh. - Misty.

Hello.

It's, uh… good to see you, Janet.

How you feeling?

Not great.

That's too bad.

- Yeah. - Sorry about that.

You must still know some people in Nashville.

Oh no, that was a long time ago.

- Still, you could… - No.

- You could get people to pay attention. - Don't.

Here's something you should know.

There's this guy in Nashville.

One of these stalkers.

His name is Jared Granger. He writes these insane letters.

- You show the cops? - They issued a restraining order.

But a piece of paper is not gonna stop a creep like this.

You're right, and that's why you should go to Nashville.

You're her parent, right?

Believe me,

I would go.

But Janet's right in the middle of this new cancer trial out of Europe.

We can't afford to miss a treatment.

Fuck.

Charlie's management's got her booked out for nearly three years.

Everything from mall tours to beauty campaigns.

Last time she came home, she was as thin as I've ever seen her.

And that boyfriend of hers,

Jace Jacobs.

Well, I trust him about as far as I can throw him.

Well, she's just kicking up a racket.

Yeah, she'll be home in a few days.

- Can't you kick up a racket in Nashville? - No. God damn it, no.

Why? I'm not asking you to do anything you haven't already done.

- Damn it, Misty, you owe me. - F… I don't owe you shit.

You do.

Believe me, I know it'd be hard for you to go back to Nashville.

I wouldn't ask you if I thought I had any other choice.

Charlie Heart is disappointing fans again.

The rising pop-country breakout from the Heart Sisters

was a no-show at the Moody Center in Austin.

…never took the stage at Stagecoach and left fans waiting…

…missed appearances and canceled tour dates

have fans wondering what is going on.

Charlie Heart's career is on fire,

but is she about to burn it all down?

What made you change your mind?

That medicine.

Don't forget those green pills.

Jesus Christ. These dogs are barely alive.

If they're any less alive in two days, you don't wanna see what'll happen.

Janet saved everything Charlie ever did.

Even her contracts. Most of it I don't understand, but you might.

Here.

Charlie's a good girl.

You might learn something about her.

There's no such thing as good girls. You know that.

I moor my boat on the old Stono

That river take you anywhere That you wanna go

Sail on the Ashley or the Edisto

But don't get caught in the mud When the tide gets low

There's so much rivers Where I live down south

The ocean pours out Of the river's mouth

And the fish don't care If they're fresh or brine

When they're frying In that cast iron skillet of mine

I moor my boat in the old Stono

That river take you anywhere That you wanna go

Sail on the Ashley or the Edisto

But don't get caught in the mud When the tide gets low

I got a sister on Wadmalaw She floats all day in the Ledenwah

And now the Dove welcomes to the stage

Nashville's most prolific songwriter, Clark Allen West,

and his Grammy-winning better half, Misty Jones.

Swear I was trying To see anyone there besides you

And I planned on Moving on tonight

Or at least I tried to

Didn't take long to change my mind On my ride home

Oh--

- Let's focus on you, Clark. - All right.

Now, it may be too early to announce,

but a little birdie just told me that you gonna be going on tour

with Winnie Jo Lean herself and producing her next album.

It's a little too early to announce that.

- Then why'd he announce it? - Uh-oh, Clark.

Looks like Misty's jealous of her rival.

Oh, come on, honey. We's just having some fun.

I'm not playing this game. I'm not here to give you another headline.

Well, you don't need my help with that.

Missed shows, falling off stage,

disappointed fans, flopped records.

You made those headlines all on your own.

Not charging for this shit, are you?

For Misty Jones, this shit is free.

If you want to own a great big mansion

I'll give it my utmost attention

I'll buy you tall, tall, trees And all the water in the seas…

- Hey, can I get a Crown and Coke? - You got it.

Well, I'm a fool, fool for you

It may take a while But I'll prove it's true

Well, if it's loving you want…

I'll be over there.

If it's money you want Then I'll get it

I knew this day would come one way or the other 'cause I just knew…

No.

…Nashville was gonna suck you back in.

I knew you were going there. No, I'm not back here to play.

- Oh shit. - Mm-mm.

Don't tell me you're hitching your wagon back up with Clark, please.

- Oh, hell no. Come on. - All right. I'm getting nervous, you know.

No, it's just, uh, I think Charlie might be in a little bit of trouble.

Charlie? What's going on with Charlie?

Well, Donny asked me to poke my head around,

see if I could turn up anything.

You don't know someone who can get me some time with her manager, do you?

Roy could help with that.

- That's Roy Combs? - Yes, ma'am.

This place here, when he got it,

nothing but a loose tooth hole in the wall.

But I tell you what,

all he did was go on to discover every great country singer

to come out of Nashville in the last ten years, including Charlie.

And, of course, he started Live Forever Records.

Hey, you gotta meet him. Hey, RC! Roy!

Royalty's in the house tonight, Mr. Combs.

Roy, look who walked in the building.

Now, you remember my good friend, Misty Jones, don't you?

He came with the key…

My God.

Winnie Jo Lean know you're back in Nashville?

She's liable…

She's liable to let bygones be bygones.

I'm here to catch up with my niece, Charlie Heart.

Apparently, you're the man who discovered her.

Well, if it wasn't me, it would have been somebody else.

I mean, ain't no hiding talent like hers.

Have a seat.

Move the fuck over, Bucky.

Can do, little sister.

I hear she's been acting out.

She may have missed a few shows, but

just some good old-fashioned, diva-like behavior.

That's to be expected when you're about to be a household name.

Kelly looks after her.

You think there's a chance you could get Misty face time with Kelly?

They're rehearsing at the Dove tomorrow. I'll put you on the list.

- I don't think I'm welcome at the Dove. - You are when you're with me.

Look, you probably knew me when I was just some skinny little redneck

back in them writers' rooms who thought he was the next Ronnie Van Zant.

Well, the truth is,

I found my place eventually by understanding

that there were people in this town

who had a hell of a lot more talent than I had,

and that talent needs to be serviced.

Drink up.

It's all on me.

See you tomorrow.

Is he for real?

They'd have put me out to pasture a long time ago if it wasn't for old Roy.

I hate to tell you, but this sure as hell looks a lot like pasture to me.

Come on now, Miss Misty.

It's not so bad.

Clark come to town much?

No.

And from what I hear, he barely leaves that little cabin in Chattanooga.

- Any guesses why? - I don't know shit, Misty.

There's a rumor going around that he's fighting something.

Some sort of sickness.

I'm not sure what it is. Something… something to do with his heart.

Well,

I'ma tell you.

Be careful, Miss Misty.

Be careful, girl, because…

…Nashville's changed.

- And you and me? - Mm?

We ain't famous anymore.

Buck, you were never famous.

Standing next to you, I was sure famous.

I'll be buckin' at the county fair

Amarillo by morning

Amarillo I'll be there…

They took my saddle in Houston

Broke my leg in Santa Fe…

Asshole.

Somewhere along the way…

Move the fuck over!

Jesus Christ.

Last time she came home,

she was as thin as I have ever seen her.

Miss Jones?

Your brother could've filled out a report over the phone.

Yeah, he sent me in his place. I'm louder.

All right. I'll let you know what we uncover.

- Is that it? - Yeah.

No.

I'll tell you the same thing I told your brother.

Detective White drove by Charlie's residence

and saw nothing unusual.

Charlie's management said she's on a writing retreat.

Come back any day now.

Yeah, but don't you think management might be lying? Hmm?

The way I see it, Kelly's just trying to keep her PR machine rolling.

- You've been in this business a long time. - No shit, Detective.

And I know when somebody's gone missing, the clock starts to tick.

Nobody here's even looking at their fucking watch.

Misty Jones. Detective White. Nice to see you. Big fan.

I'm a little starstruck.

The "Queen of Mean." Ain't that what they used to call you?

No, it was actually the "Cunt of Country."

Oh. Oh no.

Well, you know, you did sucker punch Winnie Jo Lean in the face.

I wouldn't have called you a name. I would've arrested you.

Oh yeah? I would have loved to see you try back then.

Don't remember me, do you?

Uh, I had the pleasure of keeping your husband's pinky finger on ice

after you sliced it off for cheating on you.

Ex-husband.

Still, you know, it's not a bad story for your first week on the job.

I'd like to check out Charlie's house. My brother said he sent you a key.

Do you know how many times Charlie's gone missing

this year?

Brother didn't tell you that piece, did he? Six times.

Each time, she came back of her own volition.

Each time, we wasted countless hours of manpower

searching for somebody who wasn't ever gone.

Now, we're a busy department, Miss Jones. I got thousands of missing adults.

All of those with concerned families, just like yours, looking for updates.

Don't think, 'cause you put out a hit or two back in the day,

you're gonna get special treatment.

- Nine. - Excuse me?

I put out nine hits.

But who's counting?

Yeah, I don't need a parade, asshole.

I just need you to do your goddamn job.

Get me into my niece's house.

Okay.

Aren't you estranged? You and your niece?

What the fuck does that have to do with anything?

It doesn't.

I'm just curious.

It's interesting you think you know more about Charlie's whereabouts

than the people who are actually taking care of her.

You filled out your report. That's about all we can do for you.

Good to see you though. Have a good night.

This better be for real.

Open your eyes. It's right in front of you.

You can see it is. That's enough.

So why me?

Well, I know you're a ratings whore.

You wouldn't think twice about accepting this opportunity.

- Welcome back to The Roger Lane Show. - In five, four, three, two…

Live from Nashville.

Misty Jones.

So you've been away from Nashville for how long now?

Twenty years.

So why'd you come back now?

My niece,

Charlie Heart, has been missing for five days.

Her management and the police, they seem to wanna keep it a secret.

Well, it's sure funny you use that word, "secret."

So you said that Charlie Heart is your niece?

Yes.

Well, I'm holding a birth certificate here

that says you are Charlie's mother.

Are you denying that Charlie Heart is your daughter?

No.

So let me ask again.

Why have you come back to Nashville now?

I'm looking for Charlie Heart.

She's been missing for five days.

And her management and the police don't seem to give a shit.

I'm her mother.

And I've come to find her.

- Are you out of your fucking mind? - You told me to get 'em to listen.

I didn't tell you to tell the world a 22-year-old secret.

I've got people yelling at me,

asking if my daughter is really my daughter.

Well, technically, she's not.

…launched an investigation into the disappearance…

Nashville PD is looking for tips. If you have information, call…

…that Charlie Heart is considered missing.

…Charlie Heart's biological mother is none other

than troubled country legend Misty Jones.

All right, let's take a look and put this to bed, shall we?

Forty-two.

Don't know what's going on.

Yes, you can. There are too many people out there.

Look at me.

Smile!

I need some help in here!

- Call it in. Get forensics here. - Yes, sir.

Misty, listen, I need you to leave this room right now.

If anything happened to my daughter…

…it's on you.

What? Did you find something?

Charlie has a Ring camera. Do you have access?

Sure. But--

Check the footage and call me back.

Hey, wait!

What?

You found something.

Didn't you?

Was it Jace?

That boyfriend of hers, did he hurt her?

Just check the footage, call me back, Donny.

They're all in there rehearsing.

They know I'm coming?

Probably better they don't.

If you get the chance Get out while you can

This ain't just a little town

No, it's heartbreak country

Heartbreak coun--

- You, move. - Sorry about that. Where's Kelly?

Hey, what are you doing?

You said you wanted to talk to Kelly.

Nope.

I said I wanted her to listen.

Hold on. It's okay.

Charlie wrote this song before she disappeared.

If tomorrow never comes

If I'm out of rising suns

I'd only have one single regret

Close my eyes and I pray

You hear this before they

Bury me in a cherry tree casket

Burn my bones to ashes

Cover me up in daisies

Baby, when I'm weaving

Someone knows what this song's about.

So go on, talk.

Or I'll stand here

till the paint comes off those goddamn walls.

- Misty, this wasn't the plan. - I don't have time for a fuckin' plan.

She was on your label.

You didn't know she was scared for her life? Hmm?

I've got 28 artists on my label.

I regret it now, but I was not aware enough of Charlie.

Well, somebody was. Was it Jace?

Was she scared of him?

Misty, darling, it's Kelly.

Listen, don't you think if someone in this room knew something,

we would have gone to the police?

Well, I thought she was at a writing retreat.

- Isn't that the story you fed the cops? - No, that's not what I said.

I said half the time, I don't know where the hell Charlie is.

- Oh, right. - But listen to me, darling.

- We want her back as much as you do. - Oh. Yeah, I'm sure you do.

You had her out on the road 298 days last year.

Isn't that right, Ms. Gobble It Up? Mall tours, beauty campaigns.

Plus there's another ten albums. I read those contracts.

Goddamn, you really milked that girl, didn't you?

I gave her exactly what she wanted.

Did you?

I made Charlie into a household name.

Look what that did to her.

Oh, come on now.

Listen, when I met Charlie, she couldn't even fill out a training bra.

And that girl couldn't harmonize to save her life.

And you know what I did?

I invested years of my time developing her.

And then, oh, I… I created this band, and we functioned as her family.

- Not a loyal one. - They're just talking.

We don't want no trouble, Miss Jones.

This girl was so terrified,

she had her sheets taped to her windows.

But none of you sons of bitches even checked on her.

Fuck every last one of you.

- Be careful. There's security cameras. - Hey, I got it.

In case you're thinking about slashing someone's tires again.

Thank you, Kelly.

- The fuck outta here. - Misty.

Come here. You okay, baby?

- That was scary. - I'm fine.

- Let's do it again, y'all. - I ain't trying to be morbid, but…

Might not wanna hear this right now, but you might wanna talk to somebody.

- Can't be easy being back here. - I'm fine!

If tomorrow never comes

If I'm out of rising suns

I'd only have one…

This town's changed since you left.

If Nashville changed, Charlie wouldn't be missing.

I close my eyes and I pray

You hear this before…

We are live in Nashville tonight,

where authorities are investigating the disappearance of singer Charlie Heart.

Signs of a struggle were discovered at her home this morning,

leading investigators to suspect foul play.

Fans have speculated about a possible connection

to Jared Granger,

a man who was previously charged with stalking Ms. Heart.

Officials say attempts to question Granger have so far been unsuccessful.

Authorities are urging anyone…

…die with a secret

I got it. I got the Ring footage.

You did? All right, one sec.

She opens the gate.

Do you think that she'd open the gate for someone she didn't know?

The cops think it's Granger, but she would've never buzzed him in.

She was terrified of him.

You sent this to the police?

Yeah, of course I did.

What's happening? Wait.

Shit. What?

Where is it?

I know that truck.

Slammed door on an empty room

Did all I know how to do

But long legs and a short fuse Just walked out on me

Her hanging on had enough

Left me in a cloud of dust

What it is ain't…

What the hell?

Shit!

Yeah, the upside

Of being down and out

Is that there's nothing left…

Hey!

The fuck is Walter?

I don't give a rat's ass about what I saw.

You don't know what you saw. You have no fucking clue what it was.

Oh, I know a blow job when I seen one, son.

Down on my luck

Can't get back up…

You say a fucking word about this…

…you'll be missing right alongside her.

Your heart spells it out…

Hey.

How y'all doing? Thanks so much for coming.

All right.

Do you inspire all of Charlie's songs?

'Cause I heard "Die With A Secret," and that sure shit ain't about love.

Just tell her to come back. Shit isn't funny anymore.

I had my choice of those Sisters. I knew I picked wrong.

She's not on vacation, you asshole.

Did you see the goddamn news? Hmm?

Oh, don't fucking laugh.

- Wow. - The floor's covered in her blood.

It doesn't mean it's her. She does this shit all the time.

- Not according to her dad or the police. - The police already questioned me.

You tell 'em you broke into my house last night

and you went chasing after Charlie when she tried to leave you?

What the hell are you talking about?

You got a Ford 250.

That truck pulled into her driveway the night Charlie disappeared.

You really don't know much, do you?

My manager drives that piece of shit. I wouldn't be caught dead in it.

Well, that's convenient.

You wanna know the truth?

Charlie and I had a contract.

You know, piece of paper, words on it.

We sing, we smile,

and we post.

Two years.

Then we go our separate ways.

Hell, we could barely get through a meal together.

And why is that?

She was fucking miserable.

How we doing, Nashville?

Tell 'em who we're here to see.

Jace! Jace! Jace! Jace! Jace!

You playing a game with me?

We're all playing games.

- Let's warm up that stage. - Aren't you playing one right now?

No.

Worried mama with those big crocodile tears.

What are you really here for, huh?

I just want Charlie back.

Bullshit.

If you gave a shit about her, you would've reached out years ago.

I might not be the best boyfriend, but…

…at least I'm not her blood.

Ladies and gentlemen,

let's make some noise for a different kind of cowboy,

Jace Jacobs!

Hold on a minute, hold on.

Thank y'all for being here tonight.

As most of you know, um,

I'm surviving my own personal nightmare.

My girl, Charlie, is missing.

And I'm only on this stage to keep me from crying,

if I'm being honest.

Aw.

Y'all are my strength.

I have someone else here who needs your help tonight.

Let's welcome her out on stage. Come on out, Misty.

You want to hear Misty Jones sing?

I guess she's feeling shy.

It'd be an honor to sing you one of your songs tonight, Misty.

This one's for Charlie.

Tied down with a full heart In my wild days from an early start

Fell hard at twenty-two Landed softly right by you

I gasp for breath in the mountain air Drove across the plains with no cares

Chasin' dreams like wildfire In my kids' eyes I see that desire

They're pullin' me from way back when

Tied to the old ways of all my kin

Preachin' the word

Down in the main lines

Out in the hayfields

Beneath the Abilene skies

Strike me down

If I cut

Family ties

Born to a world that's all been found Proud of these songs that I sing now

First comes first not me or you

Under God it's those baby blues

Gone away from time to time

But that don't mean I don't tie a line

Pull me back if I fall through

Damn silver

Damn gold too

They're pulling me from way back when…

Hey.

I need a microphone.

Hurry!

Tied to the old ways of all my kin

Come on!

Preachin' the word

Down in the main lines

Out in the hayfields

Beneath the Abilene skies

Strike me down

If I cut

Family ties

Those family ties

Those family ties

Misty! Misty! Misty!

Misty! Misty! Misty! Misty!

It's her, right?

Hey, that's Misty Jones.

It's Misty Jones!

Oh my God!

Nice show, Misty.

Glad you could fit in some gigs while looking for your missing daughter.

You just can't help but put yourself back in the spotlight, huh?

It's not what I was doing.

Course not. You've been trying to play amateur detective.

Got a call from Kelly.

She said you've been playing detective over there too.

Even managed to get yourself kicked out of the Dove.

For the second time, no less.

- Did you find Jared Granger yet? - I thought we were looking for Jace.

- No. - Isn't that who you questioned?

Yeah, that boy's too soft to hurt anybody.

When was the last time you talked to Charlie?

Well, we don't talk. I already told you that.

- She didn't call before she went missing? - No.

No.

Well, what about a visit?

- She pay you a visit? - No.

You sure about that?

I live on a pecan farm in Vienna, Georgia.

The whole point is that no one fucking sees me ever.

Uh, Charlie called

that number right there about a month before she disappeared.

- Do you recognize that number? - No.

You wanna answer that again?

Charlie came and visited you?

- What the hell? - She did.

- I just explained it all to the cops. - Yeah, now you're gonna explain it to me.

I know you're in Nashville having the time of your life on stage,

lying to me, lying to the cops.

Charlie came to me for answers, I gave 'em to her.

I don't think she liked 'em.

It didn't amount to anything.

Yeah, what if she was coming to you for help?

- What if you could have stopped this shit? - I didn't raise her!

If she was gonna come to anybody, it should've been you.

You promised me. You promised me you'd raise her right.

Instead, you sent her to the lions, you stupid son of a bitch.

What the hell did you think was gonna happen?

- Back up. Hey! Back off! - Get off me!

Back the hell off!

Hey, Roy!

Roy, is Charlie gonna be dead?

I don't know how to live

But I'm learning how to die…

I should've never come back to this shithole town.

You're a disruptor.

That's what you do.

"Heartland" got me through some rough years.

Don't think I ever got a chance to tell you that.

Didn't always have my shit together.

Come on.

I've lived messy. That ain't you.

Oh, well, shit, you talked to me at 3:00 a.m.

back from a Steelers game down nearly two million.

Addictions are a bitch.

Your music centered me.

Trying to find a highway…

It was like listening to an old friend.

Those lyrics.

You're not alone in this, Misty.

I promise you.

I sat down in a country church

The sermon made me cry…

She visited me last month.

Charlie?

She claimed she'd just found out I was her biological mom, but…

No, it was more than that. She was in trouble.

What kind of trouble?

I didn't even ask.

I didn't wanna get involved.

I buried Charlie so deep,

she had no meaning.

And I surrounded myself with nothing for 20 years.

Nothing to look at, nothing to do.

Nothing to see, nothing to remind me of her.

What about Clark?

Where is he in all this?

Clark was no more ready for her than I was.

He only wanted more records on the wall.

I was too drunk,

too in love, to even know the difference.

And I knew my brother could take better care of her than I could.

I knew it. They were trying to have a baby for years.

Did you ever try…

try to get her back?

I know where my strengths lie.

My next album tanked.

And all those people who loved me one month,

they wouldn't return my call the next.

I was "crazy," I was "unstable."

So yeah, I buried Nashville.

I buried it right alongside Charlie, right alongside all that other

shit.

If she needed your help,

she would've asked you.

Maybe.

But maybe that's just what we tell ourselves

so we can sleep better at night.

What the hell?

I'ma go get my gun.

Hey, buddy. Hey.

Hey!

Did he shoot you?

No, I got his gun.

He took off.

You hurt?

I'm just banged up, is all.

All right. Did you get a good look at him?

I think it was that stalker.

It was Jared.

I understand, sir.

We have an APB out on him with units outside his apartment,

but no one's seen him in weeks.

All right. Tell Detective White I'll be there soon.

You need to go to the hospital.

I'll be okay.

They want me to head down to the station.

They'll bring Jared in soon, then we'll finally get some answers.

It just don't make any sense why he'd come after me.

I just don't think he was in his right mind.

You want me to come back after…

after I talk to White?

I don't think you should be alone tonight.

You don't need to do that.

What if I want to?

Why don't you go get yourself checked out? We'll talk tomorrow.

What the fuck?

Fuck it.

Yeah?

Donny, I think I found Jared. I'm sending you the location.

No, Misty, don't… don't confront him.

Call the cops. You gotta call the fucking cops.

- I gotta go in. - No!

Shit.

You're sweet.

Oh. Can I help you?

Sorry, ma'am.

Does Jared live here?

Are you a friend of his?

I am, yeah.

- I sure am. - Ah. Ah!

Well, I don't… I don't get to meet very many of Jared's friends.

Uh, come in, please.

Oh, um…

Uh…

Jared has been staying with me all week.

You just missed him.

Dog looks

hungry. Did he have his breakfast yet?

That's… that's Jared's dog.

I'm afraid to go near him, if I'm being honest.

What time do you think Jared will be back?

- You're not in a hurry, are you? - No, no.

Oh, good.

Well, sit down, please.

I could… I could use the company.

I… I barely get two words out of Jared anymore.

Oh. Why is that?

Well, I've raised Jared after his mother died.

Did he tell you that? Yeah.

Mm-mm.

He… he slept in bed with me all through high school,

and… and I said, "Jared, people will talk."

He, he, he, he struggled.

He needed the… the extra attention,

and, and I was only too glad to, to give it to him.

- His girlfriend is as cold as ice. - He's got a girlfriend?

Oh, she's a singer. A country singer.

Jared was supposed to bring her home for Easter, but she never showed.

She thought she was too good for us, I guess.

That's too bad.

No, not really. She looked like a sinner.

And Jared does not need any bad influences.

What's in the shed?

That's Jared's private place. I never go in there.

No, that, that's his private property.

Oh, he wouldn't want you looking around in there.

That's his private property.

No!

He doesn't like you snooping around.

Don't you dare open that shed!

I told her not to go in there.

Don't touch her!

- No! - Stop moving!

- No! - Hey, stop…

Stop it!

I didn't do it.

I don't know what would've happened if Donny hadn't called you.

He was terrified.

He really was.

Roy, Misty, how are you holding up?

Uh…

Did you get Jared to talk?

He's in critical condition. His grandmother hired a lawyer.

What about the dog?

The dog?

What are you gonna do with his dog?

- Made sure it got to a local shelter. - Damn it!

No one's gonna adopt a pit bull.

Misty, listen to me.

I know you've been through it,

but I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation.

The blood that was found on those sweats

is a match for the sample that we found in Charlie's house.

Jace confirmed those were the sweats she was wearing the last time he saw her.

Charlie could've had more than one pair. You think of that?

Maybe Jared, uh, got those clothes ages ago,

and it was old blood.

It was fresh blood.

And it was Charlie's.

Furthermore, the holes in the sweatshirt are consistent with that of a knife blade.

I'm sorry to tell you that, moving forward,

we're treating Charlie's case as a possible murder investigation.

But you don't even have her body. You haven't found a damn thing yet.

Jared's property is over 50 acres. We're searching.

This doesn't make sense. Why'd Jared want her dead?

Why kill her? He was obsessed. He didn't want her dead.

We finally have new evidence, Misty.

What about his truck? He didn't have hunting lights on it. That's evidence!

- Could've removed them. - She wouldn't have opened the gate.

- Maybe didn't know it was him. - Damn.

He could've found her late Friday night. We don't know what happened once she left.

That's right, you don't know. You don't.

Someone sure made it easy for you not to think.

Doesn't it all feel a little too damn convenient for you, detectives?

Jared hides her body but makes a show of her bloody clothes.

- Go ahead. Act like you solved it. - Sorry for your loss.

- Good work. - Go home and be with your brother.

You want me to go home? Why don't you go choke on your badge? Fuck off.

You don't believe this bullshit?

I know this is tough to hear, and I'm… I'm sorry, Misty.

I'm sorry.

Back off!

Hey, enough!

Is there water in that tub, or is it mostly vodka?

We did the right thing, didn't we, Clark?

I believe so.

In the twilight glow I see

Blue eyes crying

In the rain

In the twilight glow I see

Blue eyes crying

In the rain

When we kissed goodbye and parted

I knew we'd never meet again…

The Nashville Police Department has asked you here

to give you an update on the Charlie Heart case.

This department has been working day and night

to bring Charlie home to her family.

Having said that,

we have announced that this case

will now be an active murder investigation.

A man accused of stalking country star Charlie Heart for years

was arrested today for her murder.

Nashville PD says they've arrested Jared Granger

multiple times on stalking-related complaints

but never believed he would turn violent.

…hold the safety and then get back outside…

- Crown and Coke. - It's on the house.

Seventh play of this drive started 56 yards ago.

What are those numbers? These. What is that?

Over and under on the game.

…he's gonna lose yardage.

It's a football bet?

- What's it to you? - Let me see 'em.

It's a great play…

You talked to me at 3:00 a.m. back from a Steelers game

down nearly two million dollars.

Addictions are a bitch.

Oh…

Roy Combs live here?

Yes, but Roy's at work.

Huh. Damn.

I'm sure you saw me in all the news.

He told me to come here to get away from all that press.

Roy told you to come here?

He did. I think I'll just wait inside for him.

Sure.

You can wait in the den.

Fuck!

You think that she'd open the gate for someone she didn't know?

Did she tell you anything?

It was fucking Jared.

It's Roy. Roy fucking Combs.

He's got a 250

with ripped-off hunting lights in his garage.

- What? - Oh, Jesus Christ.

I bet he's the one who left that scrap of paper at Charlie's.

He's a gambler. His house is being foreclosed as we speak.

You get a warrant, you see what kind of water he's under.

Misty, we have a suspect in custody.

We have a hefty amount of DNA evidence.

That suspect's name

is Jared Granger.

Come on, you know that's bullshit.

I don't even think Jared's the one who attacked us.

It was probably some asshole Roy owed money to.

Making up stories is not gonna bring your daughter back.

It's time to let this go. I am sorry f… Misty?

Mist…

What the hell's going on here?

I didn't know where to go.

I've been sleeping at campgrounds all week.

Where to go?

The rest of the goddamn world thinks you're dead.

I know. That's what I wanted.

You did that?

Wait.

You planted bloody clothes and left a note for the cops to find?

That was you?

I… I just wanted everyone to stop looking for me.

Well, they fucking stopped!

They have Jared in custody. The police think he killed you.

I don't mind. He made life hell for years.

Jesus Christ.

Charlie.

For nearly a week, I thought you might be dead.

You ever think about your parents?

Huh?

People crying in the news cameras, leaving flowers.

I'm sorry.

No, that's not fucking good enough!

I didn't know what else to do. Roy tried to kill me.

Why the hell would Roy want you dead?

No.

If I'm gonna help you, girl, you need to be honest with me.

Roy has pictures.

Some videos too. From when I was just starting out.

He hides them on his laptop at his office.

Jesus.

You think I don't regret it, don't wish I could take it back?

No, I know you do. I didn't mean that.

If my parents ever saw those pictures, I'd kill myself. I--

Don't say that.

Come on. You don't need to do that shit. You have talent.

Talent has nothing to do with it.

Working with Roy changed everything for me.

He gave me the Saturday night top slot at his club, made me a Heart Sister.

We were selling out stadiums. Everyone knew who I was.

But I couldn't say no.

To anything.

- If those pictures ever came out… - You were a kid.

It doesn't matter. It does not matter.

My dad would never look at me the same way again.

- And I tried to go to the police. - You went to the police?

That's what started this.

I tried to get a restraining order. Detective White talked me out of it.

- Said I'd have to go to court, testify. - Of course. Son of a bitch.

And they said it would be Roy's word against mine.

He was never gonna help me. Roy's done way too much for him.

Roy tried to have you killed

to keep you quiet.

You didn't read all my contracts, did you?

I'm worth way more to Roy dead than alive.

You let him take an insurance policy on you.

He said he did it with all his artists. It wouldn't have mattered.

I would have signed anything, honestly.

He's gonna collect that money.

If he finds out I'm still alive, he's gonna kill me.

And Jared already took the blame for it, so he'll get away with it.

Is that why you came to my house? 'Cause you needed help?

No.

I just wanted to meet you.

We could leave. I could lay down in your truck.

- Put blankets over me. - Charlie…

I bought the land next to you. Roy will never find me.

No. No… no fucking way.

You made a life outside Nashville, why can't I?

Because you don't want my life. Hell, I don't even want my life.

The only thing I can take credit for is what you do up on that stage.

That's where you belong. Not on some pecan farm.

I found a tracker on my old car. What if Roy knows I'm alive?

- He's here. He's… - No, it's all right.

Come on. You just hide. Right here.

You be quiet.

It's all right.

Helena said you stopped by. You were gone before I got home.

Yeah. You know, I thought I could wait, but…

I just got to get the hell out of Nashville.

That's what I was worried about.

I was just loading my truck. Yeah. I'm about to get on the road.

I talked to Detective White.

Jared started talking.

Gave a full confession from his hospital bed.

He did?

I know I didn't want this outcome any more than you did.

But at least we got some answers.

When things have… settled down,

I hope you'll reach out.

Yeah, I've never been good at goodbyes, Roy.

Probably better that way.

Oh.

That old car out there behind that tree.

You don't got company, do you?

Probably the gardener's.

He knows, doesn't he?

I'm not gonna give him a chance to figure it out.

I'm gonna take you someplace safe.

- No. I wanna go back with you. - No fucking way.

You're not giving up your life over some scumbag like Roy Combs.

You hear me?

Come on. Trust me. Can you do that?

Hello?

I need to talk to Winnie. It's Misty.

Misty, you need to leave or we will call the cops.

You okay?

No.

- Not really. - I can't believe it.

- Roy fucking Combs. - I nearly shot him myself.

And Charlie just showed up at your door without being seen.

Poor thing's scared half to death.

Roy found out she went to the cops. He nearly killed her.

She's been hiding out ever since.

Well, nobody will find her out here. There's only one road in and one road out.

Thank you.

- Sure you don't wanna go to the police? - Oh no. Just be her word against his.

And considering she just lied to the entire world,

I'm assuming they'll believe his.

As long as I can keep her here,

I'm working on something.

You know I think about you every day?

I hope you know that.

If I'd had the balls I shoulda had back then,

maybe you wouldn't be where you are right now.

Well…

…I would've found another way to get run out of Nashville.

That's probably true.

You had an eye for trouble.

But there is one thing.

Anything.

Get me invited back to the Dove,

and we'll get Roy up on that stage.

I moor my boat in the old Stono

That river take you anywhere That you wanna go

Sail on the Ashley or the Edisto

But don't get caught in the mud When the tide gets low

There's so much rivers Where I live down south

The ocean pours out Of the river's mouth

And the fish don't care If they're fresh or brine

When they're frying In that cast iron skillet of mine…

Thanks for coming, Buck.

I'm not gonna let you go down there all by your lonesome.

You need a buddy by your side.

I got a sister on Wadmalaw She floats all day in the Ledenwah

I'm awful curious about the situation with you and Winnie Jo.

That grudge thawed out?

Yeah. With Winnie's help. I actually need your help, Buck.

I have some information on someone that I don't much care for.

Okay. Who are we talking about?

Roy.

- Roy Combs? - Mm.

You know what? I wouldn't go there. I would not go there.

I'm not sure if you noticed, but Roy got a lot of sway in this town.

Might be better for you to mind your own business.

I'd like to do that, Buck,

but he has a laptop in his possession with some images that he shouldn't have.

A laptop?

Goodness gracious, Misty. This isn't Hollywood.

Now, look, I've known Roy the better part of 20 years.

About as long as I've known you. He's a good man, Misty. He really is.

Well, why didn't you tell me about his gambling problem?

Did you know about that?

You know, I'm… I'm just trying to figure out what it is to you,

and when did you become so prim and fuckin' proper?

Never mind.

Now, listen, Misty.

I'm sorry for what happened to Charlie. I am. We all are. It's awful.

But the truth is,

you don't know the whole story, Misty. Charlie…

Charlie's no fucking angel.

Is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

Roy gave her her start. Hell, he gave her a head start.

She jumped in line in front of a hundred great singer-songwriters in town, and

she could have acted with some grace, with some loyalty.

Yeah, she's downright disrespectful.

I thought you didn't even know Charlie. That's what you said.

I didn't. I…

Misty, I know enough about the situation.

That's not the first thing I wanted to tell you

after not seeing you a quarter century.

It's not what I wanted to bring up.

But I tell you what, you ask anybody in that organization.

Anybody. Charlie's been a fucking spoiled brat to the end.

So Roy kept her in her place.

Why in the world didn't you fucking just go home, Misty?

Goddamn it, all this shit!

It could've been avoided.

I fucking warned you. I fucking…

Pull this car over.

You know I can't do that.

Roy… Roy won't let me do that.

Bucky, I've known you.

- I've known you for 30 years. - Misty, you got it wrong about Roy.

Let me out of this fucking car, Bucky!

Misty, calm down. Jesus fucking Christ, you gonna pull a gun on me?

Pull over.

Misty!

Oh fuck.

Come on. Come on, Misty. Don't shoot.

Were you really gonna kill me for that asshole?

We were friends.

Jenny found two pink lines In his console

And it wasn't hers

Scared she won't find another lover

So she's gonna make it work

Maybe it's something in the water

Something in the wind Blowing through the pines…

Is Roy here yet?

Haven't seen him.

…on the population sign

This is heartbreak country

Where love's as tough as the winters

Just a bunch of sinners Falling in and out

I learned the hard way, trust me

If you get the chance Get out while you can

It's best not to stick around

No, it's heartbreak country

Heartbreak country

Heartbreak country…

Winnie?

- He's not here. - Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Roy's not here.

- He's not here, he didn't… - Okay. Okay.

Okay, you know what, I'll stall.

I can stall.

- All right. - It is my tribute, after all.

Y'all take care of her.

Well, thank y'all so much.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank y'all.

And thank you to all my friends who have made this night so special.

Now, I wasn't planning on doing this.

But life just walked in and gave me the courage.

I should have shared this a long time ago.

But I was too afraid of what people might think.

See, my first husband and I,

we had a pretty big secret.

Our marriage might've looked perfect on the outside,

but on the night I was set to debut on this very stage…

he hit me.

It was to be expected.

He'd always get particularly mad on nights meant to celebrate me.

I tried my best to cover it up.

Some of y'all might remember this. Some of y'all were there.

But my lip

was split in half.

Misty was my best friend…

and she took the blame.

She knew I wasn't ready to share that secret.

Not like that.

Not on that night.

She told folks she got jealous and acted out.

And boy, that story caught on.

And after that, the narrative started to change about Misty.

I went on to become "The Angel of Country,"

and she was booed off this very stage.

Right then, I should have stopped it.

I'm sorry, Misty.

I was never quite as brave as you.

Why don't you come on out here, huh? Come join me, please.

Come on. Huh?

You know what?

I'm kinda sick of hearing my own songs.

- How about we do one of yours? - Mm.

Could we do "Heartland"?

Please, for me?

Security just saw Misty.

I should be married by now

Two kids in a paid-for house

I can hear 'em now

Askin' what I'm doin' now

'Cause I been on the rocks I been on the road

On the other side

Of every door closed

I've been on a limb

Tryin' to catch a break

Something's gotta give Sometimes you gotta take

Take it down a fast lane

Right back to your last name

To remind you where you came from

You're still shinin' in the same sun

It don't matter how high

You've been floatin' in your blue sky

Nothin' gets you like a goodbye can

When life is out of your hands, yeah

- You gotta let your heartland - You gotta let your heartland

You gotta let your heartland

- Oh-oh - Sometimes you just gotta go

Misty Jones, everybody.

Welcome home, baby.

- You didn't need to do that. - Sure I did.

He's here.

I can get you at least ten minutes. Go on.

Thank you!

Misty Jones, everybody.

It's good to be home.

I have another surprise guest here with us this evening.

Put your hands together for Mr. Roy Combs.

Come on. Come on out here, Roy.

Come on, don't be shy. We're live.

Oh, all right.

Mr. Roy Combs. Come on out here, Roy.

Hey!

- Oh, my goodness. - Was this planned?

- Roy Combs - Stay on him.

Oh, Roy, thank you so much. You know what?

I bet these good folks right here would love to know

a little bit more about how we first met.

Oh, I don't know if… if they're that interested in me.

Hmm, you know what? We met ten years ago.

This was at a Texas Playboys baseball game, all right?

It was all for charity.

I threw the first pitch, of course. And you…

I struck out swinging.

And that's about the end of that story.

Roy, you know what? If you don't wanna go down memory lane,

how about we see if you got a version of "Burn for That" in you? Hmm?

I bet you do.

Do y'all want to hear Roy play one?

Yeah, they would. There you hear 'em.

There it is.

Look at that, huh?

I woke up

And smelled the whiskey

When you laid down in bed with me

I said, "Where have you been?" You lied again

You're gonna burn for that

Boy, you're crazy

For thinking maybe You could go there and come back

A vow is broken A bridge is smokin'

You're the one who struck that match

And poured some gas on the love we had

You're gonna burn for that

Roy Combs, everybody.

Give it up one more time.

I found a tracker on my old car.

What if Roy knows I'm still alive?

Get in the house! Hide!

You try me.

Calm down.

You're still alive.

Fuck you.

I might not have been here the first time to stop you, but

I'm not gonna let you hurt her again.

I know…

I know she's still alive.

How underwater do you have to be to fuck up this badly?

Come on. How much was Charlie gonna pay out?

I was just trying to get myself straight.

You saw it yourself with your own eyes.

- You saw it with your own eyes. - Right.

That maniac was trying to kill me.

It's just so boring, Roy.

Out of all the things you could have been.

You're just a garden-variety man-in-power piece of shit.

You don't deserve country music.

I'm the reason Charlie is

who she is.

I'm the reason all my artists are where they are.

I didn't ask enough of them.

I'm guessing your laptop is password-protected?

You didn't kill him, did you?

No.

I left him alive just enough so he could serve time.

Am I on it?

Along with some others.

Roy's index finger's in that pocket. You use that to log in.

Old habits die hard.

There's enough evidence to put him away, but you need to come forward.

I can't.

I can't do that.

Yes, you can.

I can't.

Your father will understand.

He's slow, sure, but

he's steadfast.

All right.

You're leaving?

Yeah, they're gonna find Roy soon enough, come looking for me, so…

Do with that laptop what you will.

You can disappear if you want, but…

…I sure would hate to see that happen.

Why'd you leave Nashville?

I left because my heart broke.

Hi, Clark.

I knew you'd show up.

This whole mess.

I knew you wouldn't leave town without banging down my door.

Heard you don't come to town much anymore.

Well, I write pretty well from the bath, it turns out.

Are you here for an apology, or did you come for another finger?

The cops are most likely looking for me.

I wanted to see a familiar face.

Well, all right.

We've seen each other.

You don't ever think about me?

Oh.

I think about "Sky's the Limit,"

the song you refused to record

that stayed on the charts for 23 fucking weeks.

Yeah, but who's counting?

Not my bank.

You were fine without me.

For a while.

Sometimes I think about…

what would've happened if we had kept her.

I'd like to think we'd figured it out, but that doesn't seem to be our style.

We made the best decision for her at the time.

You did, anyway.

And I live with that.

That feeling, it's like a punishment every day.

She came out here not too long ago.

Not too long after she saw you.

I was on the defense, of course, but

eventually we settled in.

She wouldn't…

She wouldn't let me apologize. She'd already forgiven me.

Man, but…

seeing her…

in person?

She might be the best thing we ever made.

Look at her now.

I figure I'm to blame for all this.

No, don't you go there.

No! Hey.

Don't do that. You let it go.

How would I let it go?

We did the best we could, Clark.

That's all we could do.

You seen her?

She's okay.

Good work.

The case of Charlie Heart has gripped the nation.

Just six weeks ago, authorities believed she was dead.

Her mother, Misty Jones,

held for the attempted murder of Roy Combs.

Tonight, that story takes a dramatic turn.

- Charlie Heart is here with us. - Places.

Very much alive

and ready to share her story for the first time.

So, Charlie, you've been through so much.

Why don't you take a moment and just speak directly to your fans?

About six weeks ago,

my life was threatened by Roy Combs.

I first met Roy

when he contacted me over social media and offered me a career in country music.

Knowing his reputation,

I moved to Nashville on my own to begin my career.

But once I arrived,

Roy began to demand sexual favors.

I was 16 years old at the time.

It's okay.

So today,

along with seven other artists,

I'm coming forward to press formal charges against Roy Combs.

Nashville is reeling tonight after a sweeping controversy

brought down several powerful figures,

including members of the city's police department.

Most shocking, Nashville star maker and owner of Live Forever Records,

Roy Combs, has been arrested on sexual assault and gambling charges

and is facing a lengthy prison sentence.

You have a visitor.

- You'll be out soon, huh? - A few more months.

Still can't believe you had to do time at all.

Apparently, the cops don't appreciate vigilante justice.

But that so-called Detective White is finished, so it's worth it.

I'm doing a showcase at the Bluebird for my new album.

I was thinking,

since you'll be out by then, maybe you'd wanna… sing with me?

Oh.

They already heard me sing.

Let 'em hear you.

Kicked up gravel Dug up every bone

I ran everywhere except for home

I know what I've done I know what I've said

So I won't lie and say there's no…

I've been thinking about how to thank you.

You don't need to.

So instead of thanking you,

maybe there's something different I need to tell you.

You don't need to…

When I came out to your place, it wasn't 'cause I was mad. I…

I understood why you did what you did. I just wanted to hear it from you.

Mothers should be able to give up their babies.

After all is said and done

The willow, it may weep

But still the sparrow sings

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh

Hoo-ooh

You walk around in circles Long enough to find out

Everything comes back round The sky falls down

And your heart breaks…

- God damn it. - Don't cry.

If anyone should be crying, it's me. I'm about to self-release a whole album.

You'll do great.

Maybe.

And feel the sun…

I'm just happy to be singing lyrics that actually came from me.

Speaking of, I…

I wrote a new song for you.

The willow, it may weep…

Don't look at it now, but maybe one day,

when the time is right,

you could come and hear me sing it.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Hoo-ooh

Kicked up gravel Dug up every bone

I ran everywhere except for home

Sky falls down

And your heart breaks

You see a storm

Far away

And then you wake

And feel the sun

After all that's said and done

The willow, it may weep

But still the sparrow sings

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh

Hoo-ooh

Another day, another town

Spinning these wheels round and round

This running

Gets me nothing

But a drive-through meal And cheap hotel

With a broken mirror to ask myself If the struggle

Is worth the trouble

What a waste to be

Somebody's worker bee

And run these ragged wings Down to the bone

And never taste that honeycomb

I need a chance, I need a change

Some kerosene and match To break the pattern

And burn the boss man's ladder

I've heard behind them Sunday doors

I'll fly away get my reward in heaven

Hell, if I even get in

What a waste to be

Somebody's worker bee

And run these ragged wings Down to the bone

I wanna know how sweet

It is to pick a dream

Off the vine And take a bite out of my own

And taste that honeycomb

Honeycomb

At my fingertips

Sugar on my lips

If I never do, damn I'll wish I did

And die asking what if

What a waste to be

Somebody's worker bee

And run these ragged wings Down to the bone

I wanna know how sweet

It is to pick a dream

Off the vine And take a bite out of my own

And taste that honeycomb

And taste that honeycomb

I should be married by now

Two kids in a paid-for house

I can hear them now

Askin' what I'm doin' now

I should have a little more to show

Than a suitcase smells like smoke

I should have an alibi

On where time goes when it flies

'Cause I've been on the rocks I've been on the road

On the other side Of every door closed

I've been on a limb Tryin' to catch a break

Something's got to give Sometimes you gotta take

Take it down the fast lane

Right back to your last name

To remind you where you came from

You're still shinin' in the same sun

It don't matter how high

You've been floatin' in your blue sky

Nothin' gets you like a goodbye can

When life is out of your hands

You gotta let your heartland

I can roll the window down

Feel the wind in my hair now

Find a station through the static

The old me while I'm at it

'Cause I've been on the rocks I've been on the road

Pullin' double shifts Needle on low

Wakin' up alone In the bed I made

Now would be a real good time to take

Take it down the fast lane

Right back to your last name

To remind you where you came from

You're still shinin' in the same sun

It don't matter how high

You've been floatin' in the blue sky

Nothin' gets you like a goodbye can

When life is out of your hands

You gotta let your heartland

Gotta let your heartland

You gotta let your heartland, yeah

Heartland

You gotta let your heartland

-You gotta let your heartland - Heartland

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