Clause Seven·Episode 2 of 3·2:43
Lucky Guess
A widowed ER nurse, evicted in three days, signs a one-year marriage-of-convenience contract with a widowed rancher on one condition: no lies.
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You signed under a lie.
Yes, ma'am.
Separate rooms. You get a roof.
'Preciate it, sir.
I don't take charity, Mr. Hawkins.
It's not charity. You keep my land. I keep a roof over you. That's a trade.
This stays on. In your house too.
Clause eight. It stays.
I haven't decided if I sleep here tonight.
The judge marries us Friday. Decide by then.
Why me?
You nursed my father his last week, Nell.
He said you were the only honest person in that hospital.
I don't even know you.
You're the only woman in this county who won't marry me for the land.
Sunday you said no. With the house already sold.
Sunday I had my reasons.
Your room's at the end of the hall.
I carry my own.
Yellow roses. How did you know I like yellow roses?
Lucky guess.
Nell, not that one. That chest is mine. I meant to move it.
Rent received. Nell Porter. Paid by E. Hawkins.
Three years of them.
The landlord told me the church was paying. The widows' fund.
I asked him to tell you that.
Why?
Because I owed a man.
My husband.
I wrote the church a thank you card.
Lucky guess was a lie.
Yes, ma'am.