"Don't let my feelings cloud my judgement? That's all Regina ever does." Emma said while she, Mary Margaret, and Max sat at a table in Granny's Diner, eating dinner.

"She's just upset because you and Henry have a special place and she... she doesn't." Mary Margaret replied.

"How'd she find out about the castle in the first place?" Max asked.

"She knows everything about this town. She's the Mayor." Mary answered before her phone buzzed.

"Everything okay?" Emma asked her.

"Yeah, I just need to go." Mary Margaret responded before getting up and putting her coat on, "Look, if it makes you feel any better, I think you're right. I see the effect she has on Henry."

"I wish everyone else did, too." Emma retorted.

Once Mary Margaret left the diner, Sidney Glass sat in her seat, "I can grant your wish."

"Oh, Sidney."

"You want a side of bacon with that whiskey?" Max asked him.

"You want to show this town who the Mayor really is?" He questioned. "I can help."

"It's gonna be kinda hard to do from inside her pocket." Emma replied.

"The Mayor and I are done." Sidney said angrily.

"Sure you are."

"She got me fired from the paper. She made a fool of me in the election. So I started working on an expose on the Mayor's office, and I found something she didn't want found." Sidney said.

"Sidney, you're drunk." Max stated, "Go home and sleep it off. Be grateful you don't have to answer to her anymore. I sure am."

Sidney grabbed his card and held it out towards Emma, "Call me. Storybrooke deserves to know the truth about her."

Emma took the card and the two women left after saying goodbye to Ruby and Maddie. Emma gave Max the rest of the day off and they went their separate ways. Max didn't get back to the apartment until late and as she walked through the door, Emma and Sidney were leaving.

"Was that Sidney?" Max asked Mary Margaret.

"Yep. They found some dirt on Regina and they're going to talk to her." Mary Margaret answered.

"What kind of dirt?"

"50,000 dollars are missing from the city budget."

"That's a lot of money." Max replied, "Why would she need that much?"

"Who knows." Mary Margaret responded.

Over the next few days, Max didn't see much of Emma. She was always running around with Sidney to catch Regina. Max was at the city council meeting when Emma and Sidney sat in the chairs next to her.

"Um, excuse me, Madame Mayor, I have something I'd like to bring to the council's attention." Sidney said when the meeting started.

"This is not an open forum, Sidney." Regina replied. "And no one on this council's interested in hearing the boozy complaints of a disgraced reporter. Now sit down."

"He's not the only one who has something to say." Emma said, standing up,

Regina sighed, "Ms. Swan, this meeting is to discuss issues facing Storybrooke."

"Like the Mayor stealing thousands of dollars from the city to build herself a second home?"

The people began talking and Regina benged her gavel, "Ms. Swan, you will sit down immediately, or so help me-"

"What? You'll punish me?" Emma questioned. "You'll bully me like everyone else in this town? No. Not today." She held up some papers, "In my hand, I am holding documents proving that this woman, your mayor, stole funds from the city to build herself a lavish home in the woods. And this disgraced reporter, you wanna know why he was really fired? Because he stood up to her. Because he questioned her. And so did Max."

Sidney grabbed Max's arm and had her stand up, "Max used to be Madame Mayor's secretary until she stood up to her, and Max got fired."

"We all know what happens to people who question the Mayor." Emma said before turning back to Regina, "You claim that you act in the best interest of all of us. But that isn't the truth, is it? The truth is you are a thug that doesn't care about anyone or anything but yourself. That is who you really are, and it's time for the people of Storybrooke to know that."

Regina smirked, "You are right, Ms. Swan. I am building a house." She stood up, "A playhouse."

She clicked a button and on the screen behind her, an image of a playhouse came up,

"The accusations are true. I did take city funds. I wanted to build a playhouse so my son Henry, and all of the children of Storybrooke, could have a special place to play... safely. As for the sketch in your hands, it was inspired by a drawing I found in one of my son's books. So there you have it, Ms. Swan. You've exposed me for who I really am. I hope you're satisfied."