Monarch

- Previously on Monarch... So you stayed

out of the spotlight because you thought

you'd outshine me?

Well, there can only be one queen.

The deal was, you pay them

- what they demand every month. - What guarantee

do we have that they'll give us the documents after I'm gone?

I'm dying Saturday night,

right after the concert.

- And you're gonna help me do it. - What did you do?

The prelim tox screen showed us

some questionable results.

Then a member of my family is going to jail.

Mama wrote this song.

Yeah, I think Daddy cheated on her.

Isn't anyone's marriage what it's supposed to be?

Mine is.

We have to stop this.

You're not eating sushi

and you're not drinking sake.

How far along are you?

Luke doesn't even know yet.

Evening, Ms. Roman. Mind if I have

a few words with your father?

They're either gonna show up here with a warrant

or they're gonna go back out there

and start digging.

We better get to that body

before they do.

Oh, hell.

Somebody got here first.

Oh, my God.

One job.

-You had one job... just get rid of the damn body. -(door opens)

- Watch yourself, boy. - Or what?

What are you gonna do, old man?

- I prefer to show, not tell. - (door closes)

Hey. What are you doing?

Stop it. The only way we're gonna get through all this

is if we stick together and stay calm.

Calm? (scoffs)

There's a dead body out there, somewhere,

and we're complicit. All of us.

Let me remind everybody who we're protecting here.

I think we all know it ain't just me.

("Copperhead Road" by Steve Earle playing)

Just one, Earl.

Um, Geeg, have you seen Luke?

No.

- Actually. - He would never miss a signing party.

Hey.

I can't believe this is all for me. (chuckles)

You deserve it.

You okay?

Totally.

I'm lying. I'm so nervous.

Don't be.

We're just like any other super famous,

overprivileged, always-in-the-public-eye family.

- (both laugh) Excuse me. If I could have

all your attention just for a minute.

Ana.

We would like to introduce Ana

- to our Monarch label. - (Catt whoops)

- Whoo-whoo! When we sign

a new artist, we have a little Monarch tradition.

Tatum has collected slips of paper.

Each one has a song on it.

You're gonna stick your little hand in there.

-(chuckles) -Yeah. And you're gonna pick one out.

And whichever one you pick,

- you have to sing. - Drumroll.

- (drumroll) - Hmm?

What'd you get?

- That one's mine. - (drumroll ends)

- (chuckles) - "Sugar" in "G."

One, two,

Hey.

I need to talk to you right now.

Where have you been?

Why would you do that?

Why would you go and tell the coroner about Mama?

I told you... I wanted answers.

She had months left to live.

They found oxycodone in her blood, Nick.

Someone gave her the pills that night.

Someone tried to kill her, Nick!

Not someone! It was me-me.

I gave her those pills. I-I did that.

What are you talking about?

Because she wanted to go out on her own terms.

And when's the last time someone talked Mama out

of doing what she wanted?

Nick, who else knows about this?

- Only Gigi. - Why didn't you come to me first?

I know. I don't...

No, you don't.

Assisted suicide is a felony in Texas, Nick.

That means, if the D.A. files...

What, that the cops are coming for me?

Now, I know we've all been through a lot lately.

Some of us more than others.

But I've got a prelim schedule for the Founder's Day Rodeo.

I need y'all to take a good look

and make sure that y'all are comfortable.

Page four. What's...

- "Gigi or Nicky" mean? - We all know

that, every year, Mama debuted a new song at the rodeo.

It means only one of you is gonna pick up

Mama's mantle and debut a new single.

- One of us? - One of us?

If you go by the metrics,

Gigi's on fire right now.

- I'm sorry, what? Gigi literally

has notebooks full

of new material the fans have never heard.

It's true. I have been writing up a storm.

Right. And what about my new song called "Hell No"?

Nicky, have you got a new song?

Yes. I have.

And it has number one written all over it.

Good.

It's settled then.

You're both gonna sing.

May the best song win.

Oh, hey, baby. What are you doing?

I'm trying to pick a song to perform at the rodeo.

Okay, you can't pick some old song from a notebook.

You need something, you know, incredible.

I guess.

You guess? I know.

You got a lot of heat on you right now, Geeg.

It's rare, and it's fleeting.

This is a pivot point.

All eyes are on you right now.

Hey.

Be honest.

With both of us.

Do you want to be a star like your mama?

You know I do.

Okay, then.

We need to level up and release the most jaw-dropping song

they have ever heard.

I've got an idea... for one.

It really tears your heart out.

- But... - No, no, no. No buts.

Just do it.

You work on the song.

I'll handle the rest.

Starting with your look.

Trying to write a song for the rodeo, huh?

How's it going?

It is going well.

Really? 'Cause it looks like a serial killer wrote that.

Writing is a process, Tatum.

Well, your process is pretty wack.

You've been scribbling on that pad for hours, Mom.

Has it really been that long?

Let's just be honest...

Aunt Gigi's gonna win this competition.

It is not a competition.

Keep telling yourself that.

Maybe you should just ask Gigi for one of her songs.

Let's be honest

about how every single time I think it's my moment, it's not.

And about how if I don't get out

of my family's shadow very soon, I never will.

Too honest?

I mean, you always tell me

- it's okay to ask for help. - Yeah.

And I think I need help

from some of the best songwriters in the business.

Gas up the jet, 'cause Mama's going to Nashville.

: Oh, yeah. Thank you.