Back at no-pity-not-a-mistake-sexytimes house, the phone is ringing. Scarlett gets out of bed to answer it. It's Bucky. Despite only sticking around for about a third of Scarlett's performance, Rayna was impressed. She'd like to sign Scarlett -- as a solo artist. In the words of Sue: Ruh-roh! The weave spontaneously straightens for a moment, and we're out.
Next week: The Big Apple! New York City! Where the streets are paved with gold! And where the hot vet introduces herself to Rayna as Deacon's girlfriend. D'oh!
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