For long stretches of this typically entertaining episode, just about everyone was being really, really stupid. Rayna and Deacon argue because he’s ill, essentially. She sulks because he wants to cope on his own; he pouts because she won’t leave him alone. They they have sexytime and everything’s OK, although it was hard to escape the suspicion that they hooked up because they wanted to see the look on Older Girl’s face when they told her.
Will and Kevin write a (rather good) song together, and there’s enough chemistry in the room to suggest they’re about to start making out. “I knew you two would be the right fit!” Luke cheerfully bellows. Then Kevin throws an arm round Will’s shoulders, and Will visibly recoils, because he’s so not gay. Kevin – understandably – decides he wants nothing more to do with Will, who then belatedly realises that he can’t wrote on his own. So he goes crawling back to Kevin, whose reaction suggests that his gaydar pinged a while back.
Layla eschews the Deschanel-isms this week, instead going for petulant schoolgirl when she thinks that Jeff might, ages ago, have slept with some blogger. Yeah, Layla; Jeff was a virgin when you met him. Then they try having a proper relationship, which lasts for five minutes or so. And Luke and Sadie have several Moments, although nothing happens. Actually, now that Luke’s away from Rayna I think I like him a little more, although I can’t imagine that Rayna would be delighted by Sadie jumping her ex. Steer clear, Sadie, please.
Meantime Scarlett and Gunnar, now on the road with the Triple Xs, are joint runners-up in the idiocy smackdown: Scarlett decides to engage with haters on Twitter; and Gunnar – now very much back in love with Scarlett – waits and waits before doing anything about it, by which time Dr Moderately-Hot is in town, sweeping Scarlett off her feet with roses and a night at the Four Seasons. Come ON, Gunnar. #TeamGunnlettFTW.
As ever, though, it’s Mayor Teddy who beats everyone else at dumbassery. He hires Lamar’s old rough-stuff go-to guy to confirm that the FBI has Natasha under surveillance, then decides that the best way, the very best way, to get out of the trouble he’s in is to have a clandestine meeting with a hooker and offer to pay her off to leave the country. Then, to raise the six-figure sum that’s going to cost, he tries to get the city’s finance director to set up an investment fund for him to dip into, something which he negotiates with his usual calm, tact, and finesse: he doesn’t quite scream “I NEED A $500K SLUSH FUND STAT TO BRIBE A HO”, but he isn’t far away.
The previouslies give a clue to how the episode is going to end, though: Sadie is approached by her douchebag ex, and after a struggle she shoots him, presumably fatally. Liver, Deacon! Liver!