Everything seemed alright for the next couple of days in both Hazzard and LA until one day when Lizzy was shooting the same scene for the tenth time. "Cut." Mr. Hangtie called again. "Liz doll what's wrong?" "I don't know. I just can't get it." "You're my favorite actress because changing accents and moods at the drop of a hat was your specialty. Now it's like you're permanently sad and have a southern accent." "Daddy left a week ago." Belle says from off stage. "Your fiance's gone?" "Took off to Hazzard to help his cousin out." "Doll, it's really bugging you isn't it." "I'm sorry I'll do better." Lizzy promises. "You're right. You'll do better when you come back in four weeks. We'll finish your scenes then and then you'll tell us your decision. Get going girl you need to be with him and I won't stop you." Mr. Hangtie says. "But..." "No buts. Get down to Hazzard and enjoy your time off." Lizzy nods and scoops up Belle leaving the set. Cue anyone.