Clause Seven·Episode 3 of 3·2:17
First Light
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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I told you the truth, that was the deal.
The deal was no lies.
You lied for three years.
Yesterday you told me the worst thing a man
can tell me.
Then you said lucky guess.
Clause seven.
I won't stop you, but ask me.
Anything, I'll answer it.
No, I've heard enough in this kitchen.
Morning ma'am, leaving already?
Move your truck please.
Royce Hawkins.
Hawkins.
I'm his brother.
The one who gets the ranch.
If you keep driving.
How did you know I was here?
Shame about your house ma'am.
What do you know about my house?
I know you need one, $20,000, that's a roof.
I was offered a roof to marry him
so he could keep the land.
My name's already typed under it.
Daddy's will want a real marriage.
A judge reads that, the ranch is mine.
I'm already leaving, why pay me?
You might come back ma'am, paper doesn't.
Any of that a lie?
It's true, every word.
He never told you did he?
The barn your husband died in was my
brother's.
He told me yesterday to my face.
Page is still true ma'am.
Sign it and even if you turn this car around,
he loses the ranch.