Speaking of horror stories, Juliette is feeling good again and bossing everyone around. She's ready to revamp her brand entirely, but Glenn tells her that she can't just change who she is on a whim. Juliette points out that she's a shoplifting runaway bride with a MethMom, and everyone knows it. She can't keep playing the role of the good girl ingénue. Glenn says that she was great, but it was one song. He doesn't want to see her fall. But Juliette says that she's growing up, and her audience is growing with her. She suggests that Glenn do the same. I think that's more of an order than a suggestion, actually.

Meanwhile, Scarlett tends to Gunnar's busted lip and they talk about how he learned to fight from his jailbird brother. Unlike everyone else in the episode, they do not kiss. Avery, meanwhile, storms into Marilyn's place and won't even let her check out his bloody face before starting to furiously pack. He says that he's not doing this anymore, and Marilyn's not his damn girlfriend. She tells him not to flatter himself, since this is purely recreational and both of them are using one another to get ahead. Ah, romance is alive. Avery insists on keeping things professional from now on, and tells Marilyn that she can drop him as a client if she wants to. He storms out with his guitar case, which I imagine is full of cat toys like Jackson Galaxy's.

And now back to Rayna and Teddy. He tells her that things have been tough for both of them lately, what with them kind of hating each other and everything. He's been hoping that things would change, and there would be a magical moment where Rayna actually seemed to like him at least a little bit. But that moment has never come, and Teddy is tired of waiting for it. He wants a divorce! Instead of jumping for joy as one might expect, Rayna looks rather shell-shocked. And with that, we're out.

Next week: Juliette is taking control of her career, and possibly acting rather monstrous in the process. And oh my goodness, Liam is back! And sexing with Rayna! While she is wearing a very ill-advised hat that is probably indicative of an impending nervous breakdown! ON STAGE!

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