And then suddenly it's bedtime at Rayna's house. As she reads a magazine and waits to fall into blissful Deacon-sex-dreams slumber, Teddy enters and they talk about her impending performance at his fundraiser. He thanks her, and Rayna says that he can tell her if things aren't going well with the campaign. Teddy claims that things are fine, but Rayna comes back with the info that she got from her sister, "Mouth of the South" Tandy. Teddy says that there's a huge margin of error for internal polling, and adds that he's really just trying to spare her all the campaigning-polling-Lamar-country club-drama. I mean, it is true that she did not seem quite so eager to be engaged in this particular endeavor. Rayna is also not particularly eager to sing at the country club. She suggests changing the venue -- to an airport, Mars, hell, even Connecticut. Now that's desperation.
Back at Juliette's, the weight of her current predicament seems to be sinking in a little as Glenn continues to make panicked phone calls, Katie Couric mentions the scandal on her talk show, and Jolene comes out with two huge bags of nail polish and wonders why she'd bother stealing anything when she has all these fancy colors. Juliette grabs the bags and implores Glenn to send Jolene back to Birmingham, but he says that's for the judge to decide... in seven weeks. Juliette yells at Glenn to pull some strings, and tries the old, "Tell them who I am" argument. Glenn notes that Juliette's name won't do all that much good in the justice system right now. Desperate to get away from her mom, Juliette goes to take a drive and probably steal some shoelaces or something. But when she gets to her gate, she finds a whole bunch of paparazzi waiting. As her assistant suggests turning around, Juliette says that this is a nightmare. And not the kind of hot nightmare where you get to have sex with Deacon.