Nashville

Previously on Nashville...

I love you.

It didn't mean anything.

I'm so happy that you agreed to open for Juliette.

Win back those fans and those radio stations

one city at a time.

Luke: I knew as soon as I heard it

it was gonna be a hit single. Cheers.

Have you ever worked as a backup singer before?

This is a recording of my church solo.

- Maddie Claybourne. - What?

Now I understand why Deacon always seems to be in the middle of it.

It was a terrible, awful mistake.

What was a mistake?

We're done. Do you get that?

Where are you going?

You don't get to know that anymore, okay?!

Hey.

Hey.

How you doin'?

Listen, I-I know what I said about needing time and all that,

but I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, and I'm sorry.

Man, it got crazy last night.

Yeah.

The thing is...

I got a sore spot when it comes to Deacon.

You do?

Yeah, it goes way back.

You remember the '92 Oklahoma state fair?

- Yeah, you know I do. - Yeah.

Two of us stuck up on the top of that Ferris wheel...

best seats in the house for the George Strait show.

Yeah, but before that.

Before we hit the midway,

you know, we were still a bunch of nobodies,

had to play that tent outside the livestock,

and you were about to start your set,

but couldn't find Deacon anywhere.

And you sat in for him.

- Yeah. - I remember.

Never could understand how you put up with it all those years...

the way he treated you, the way he disappeared.

Anyway...

You were still pretty torn up about it after your set,

so I thought, you know, "maybe this is it.

"Maybe...

This is the night she finally... Sees me."

But even alone together on top of the world in that Ferris wheel

with George Strait singing "Cross my Heart,"

all you could talk about was Deacon.

That's how it was back then.

But we're here now, right?

Mm-hmm.

- And I'm damn happy about it. - Me too.

- Oh, this is Bucky. I should probably... - No.

Hey.

That's impossible.

It told her to take it down, and she said she did.

Well, it's really none of our business

who this girl's father is, is it?

Shepherd: Oh, wake up, Barbara.

You say that, but you got to know how people are.

Everybody loves a dirty, little secret,

and this girl is a love child.

Oh, God, really? A love child?

Jenny, listen, her mom is Rayna Jaymes,

and then her father is supposedly the mayor of Nashville,

but then she posted a video

using her mom's old boyfriend's last name.

Hello?

Goldberg: Excuse me. With all of the skeletons

in each and every one of our own closets,

we probably should not be talking about that.

How about we just show the people what this girl can do

and let it speak for itself?

Can you run the video, please?

Hi, I'm Maddie, and this is a song I wrote with my dad.

looks like the tabloids finally have something other than you to talk about.

She's a kid. I'd rather them talk about me.

So, how's the house for tomorrow?

Better than Portland.

Chicago is four times the size of Portland,

so it'd just about have to be, wouldn't it?

True.

But "better than Portland"

sounds more optimistic than "half full."

And the country stations still won't bring me in?

Not even here?

I have tried. Believe me.

The only reason why I signed with Rayna

is so that I could get back into country's good graces,

and that is not happening.

Without country radio, I'm dead.

They won't play me. They won't promote me.

If only you knew somebody high up in the radio business...

Someone who might be willing to help,

someone who just happens to be in Chicago

right this very minute.

- Hey. - Hey.

Oh, stay a little longer.

I wish I could.

Scarlett and me are recording all day today.

Got to take advantage of the time off,

but I will definitely see you tonight.

All righty.

We got some coffee and some warm biscuits.

Uh, they didn't have any raspberry jam,

so I got blackberry.

Hey. New head shots, right?

What do you think about this one? Too slutty?

Well, you know, as a guy,

there's no such thing as "too slutty," so it's good.

Shut up.

Oh, this was messengered over while you were gone.

Okay, I think I've narrowed it down to three poses.

What do you think... fun, mysterious, or sexy?

What is it?

My royalties.

$400,000?!

Oh! Oh, my God!

Hold on. Hold on.

I know. I know.

I'm sorry. I overslept.

Surprise!

Mama?

Wha... what are you doing here?

You always say you have to work.

Oh, don't even talk to me about work.

The manager of that place was such a bitch.

I do not know what her damage was.

I think she was jealous of me or something

because she started lying about me to the owner

and one thing led to another and I just said good riddance.

You know how those things go? It happens, you know?

Oh. Yeah, it happens.

Oh! Wait till you see what I brought you. Oh.

Look at this beautiful, beautiful thing from the airport.

It's the Mississippi river to remind you of home.

It's beautiful. Thank you.

Sweetie.

- Hold on a second. - Okay.

Hey. You ready?

Avery!

Beverly. Hi.

Hug me.

Well, you didn't tell me the two of you were back together.

Oh, no, no. We're not together, mama.

I'm producing Scarlett's album.

We're recording it on the road.

And we're actually running late, so I got to go.

Well, I'll get my purse.

That is so exciting.

Recording. Producing.

Rayna!

Is Deacon Daphne's father as well?

Hey! Hey, sweetheart.

Maddie! Maddie! Hey!

Take your hands off her!

You want a quote? Stay the hell away from my kids!

Honey, I told you to take it down.

I swear. I took it down!

Well, then, how did it end up on national television?

Someone must have re-posted it. What about Colt?

He had the link on his iPad.

No, I told him that he couldn't post anything about you and Daphne.

Oh, and I suppose your teenager

- just does whatever you tell him to do. - Teddy, he knew the girls were off-limits.

- I hate this! - Rayna: I know, honey.

Listen, can we focus, please, on what's happening here?

- Hey. - Hey.

- I got here as soon as I could. - Thank you.

- Rayna: You know what, honey? - Sweetheart.

Could you go upstairs with aunt Tandy for a little while?

- Mom, I really want to listen. - I need you to go upstairs, please.

We need to handle this. Thank you.

Hey, yeah, come with me. We'll go upstairs, we'll read a book,

and we will see you in a little while.

Rayna: Doesn't matter how that video got out there.

Point is, it's out there, and we're gonna have to fix it, okay?

Okay. I'm gonna call for a press conference, all right?

I don't want to call a press conference.

I don't want a bunch of people badgering us

about stuff that's none of their damn business.

Okay, fine. Fine. Then what do you suggest?

I suggest that we put out a press release.

We tell them this is a personal matter about our children,

- and we ask them to respect our privacy. - Well, good luck with that,

because those people don't respect our privacy.

You saw what happened at the school.

A-a statement is not gonna be enough, not in this day and age.

No way. Not... not with the Internet and this 24-hour news cycle.

It's not gonna go away by itself, Rayna.

Okay.

We just tell them the story.

We're gonna have to be a united front.

Have you talked to Deacon?

'Cause he hasn't returned my phone calls.

No.

I mean, not since the concert last night.

Well, I'm gonna have to go find him.