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Original subtitles

[shuffling�drum�beat]

[audience�cheering]

[chanting] George!�George!�George!

George!�George!�George! George!�George!

[radio�tuning]

George!�George!�George! George!

[announcer] From�the�Ryman�Auditorium

in�Nashville,�Tennessee, the�country�music�capital

of�the�world, it's�your�Grand�Ole�Opry

staring�Roy�Acuff and�the�Smokey�Mountain�Boys.

Let�'er�go,�Roy!

From�the�great Atlantic�Ocean

To�the�wide�Pacific�shore

From�the�queen of�flowing�mountains

To�the�southbelt by�the�shore

She's�mighty�tall and�handsome

And�known quite�well�by�all

She's�the�combination

On�the�Wabash�Cannonball

-[pounding�on�door] -[promoter]�Jones!

If�you�don't�get�out�there George,

there's�gonna�be�a�riot.

[Peanutt]�Hey,�hey,�hey,�Jones.

It's�Peanutt. You�just�come�out�here.

You�do�two�or�three�songs, that's�it.

All�them�folks�came�to�see�you.

You�got�a�responsibility to�calm�'em�down.

-[toilet�flushing] -[promoter]�Jones!

Get�out�there�now!

[George]�Bye-bye!

George.

[George,�high-pitched�voice] George�ain't�here�no�more,

but�I'll�tell�him�that�all�you kind�and�lovely�gentlemen

-stopped�by�to�see�him. -[laughter]

Hear�the�mighty�rush of�the�engine

Hear�that�lonesome hobo�squall

We're�riding through�the�jungle

On�the�Wabash�Cannonball

[cheers�and�applause]

[crowd�chanting�in�distance] George!�George!�George!

-You're�on. -[sighs]

Ladies�and�gentlemen, the�Possum�is�trapped.

Please�put�your�hands�together for�George�Jones.

[cheers�and�applause]

[cheering�dies�down]

[fan]�Where's�George�at?

[Roy]�Uh,�well,�all�right.�Um-

[crowd�chanting] George!�George!�George!

George�looks�to�be�having a�standing�problem.

-Charlie,�you�got�that�tape? -[Charlie]�Sure�do,�Peanutt.

[Peanutt]�Come�on, get�your�ass�up.

[George] � �Cold�and�deep inside�like...

He�won't�fall�over, I�promise.

-One�more�to�go. -I�said�stop.

-Here,�here. -[George�groans]

Sharp�and�painful that�I�may�never�shake

You�might�say that�I�was�taking�it�hard

Since�you�wrote�me�off with�a�call

But�don't�you�wager that�I'll�hide�the�sorrow

When�I�may�break�right�down and�bawl

Now�the�race�is�on

[both] � �And�here�comes�pride up�the�backstretch

Heartaches�a-going to�the�inside

My�tears�are�holding�back

They're�trying�not�to�fall

My�heart's out�of�the�running

True�love's�scratched for�another's�sake

[both] � �The�race�is�on and�it�looks�like�heartaches

And�the�winner�loses�all

[Don]�Come�on,�now,�honey.

We're�gonna�miss�him if�you�don't�hurry�up.

Virginia!

It's�Tammy,�now. Start�saying�it�right.

Now�the�race�is�on

[both] � �And�here�comes�pride up�the�backstretch

Heartache's�a-going to�the�inside

My�tears�are�holding�back

They're�trying�not�to�fall

My�heart's out�of�the�running

True�love's�scratched for�another's�sake

The�race�is�on and�it�looks�like�heartaches

And�the�winner�loses�all

And�the�winner�loses�all

[cheers�and�applause]

Whoo!

[George�laughs] Oh,�I�sure�do�love�the�love!

I'm�not�sure�I�deserve�it

after�standing�you�all�up all�them�times.

-But�I�was�drunk. -[laughter]

Then�again, if�you�see�me�sober,

I�ain't�awake.

[cheering]

[fan]�I�love�you,�George!

What's�that?

-Marry�me! -[laughs]

[music�starts]

Well,�in�North�Carolina way�back�in�the�hills...

[Billy�whistles]

Come�on,�let's�go,�let's�go. We're�gonna�miss�him.

Come�on�now.

-How's�my�hair�look? -It's�great.

-[Billy]�Let's�go! -Okay,�I'll�be�right�back.

[Donna]�Oh,�Tammy.�Good�luck.

Take�these�girls and�get�some�ice�cream.

No,�no,�no, you�go�with�Donna,�now.

Mommy�and�Daddy will�be�back�soon.

Come�on,�girls,�let's�go.

-Thanks,�baby! -[Don]�Come�on.

Well,�the�G-Men,�T-Men, revenuers�too

Searching�for�the�place where�he�made�his�brew

They�were�looking, trying�to�book�him

But�my�pappy kept�on�cooking

Whew!�[hiccups] Ooh.

White�Lightning...

[laughs]�We�made�it,�honey!

Don't�go�acting�like just�another�fan�tonight.

She�can't�help�it if�she's�excited.

Oh,�I've�loved this�man's�singing

more�than�half�my�life.

I'm�gonna�enjoy�myself.

Well,�I�asked�my�old�pappy why�he�called�his�brew

White�Lightning 'stead�of�Mountain�Dew

Billy,�will�you�take a�picture�of�Tammy�and�me

with�George�in�the�background?

-I�will�not,�Don. -[George] � �Bugged�out

[both] And�my�face�turned�blue

[George] � �Lightning started�flashin'

Thunder�started�clashin'

Whew!�[hiccups] Whoo!

White�Lightning

[sighs]

soft�country�music

-[Tammy]�Jackie,�you�wanna�blot? -[Jackie]�Yeah.

Careful,�now.

-Got�it. -Okay.�Muah.

Ah,�ah,�mm!

-Oh,�no,�you�missed�some- -[knocking�on�window]

He�ready�for�us?

[Billy]�I�like�the�new�hair.

Daddy�got�it�for�her.

-Hmm.�Sure�good. -[Tammy]�Yeah.

Okay.�Ohh! You�girls�be�good�for�Donna.

[baby�crying]

I'll�be�right�back,�baby.

[Billy]�Ooh,�watch�your�duds.

-[Tammy]�Do�I�look�okay? -Yeah,�you�look�good.

Don�couldn't�watch�the�girls?

No,�today's�his�writing�day.

[Billy] His�writing�day�now,�huh?

[Tammy]�Don't�be�mean�to�Don.

That�man�took�us�in when�we�had�nothing.

[scoffs] You're�not�my�flapjacks.

Yeah.�Excuse�me.

[Rhonda�chuckles]

You�shy?

[door�clicks]

[Billy,�singsong]�George.

[George�snorts]

[Billy]�Wake�up!

[George�groans]

Lord�have�mercy.

[Billy]�George, this�is�Tammy�Wynette,

the�girl�singer Shorty�Lavender's�looking

to�book�for�the�Knoxville package�show,

pending�your�approval.

You�don't�come out�of�your�hole�for�nobody.

Well,�you�got�my�number there,�Jones,

but�I'm�vouching�for�her.

You�just�want�me�over�at�Epic.

How�do�you�feel�about�him dangling�you

to�get�close�to�me?

[Billy]�Watch�it,�Jones.

Caught�some of�your�show�last�night.

Canceled�so�many�times

I�thought I'd�never�get�to�see�you.

I�haven't�shit�in�three�days.

[chuckles]

[Billy]�Tammy.

Uh,�why�don't�you�tell�Jones about�yourself?

[chuckles]�Well...

I�was�born in�Mississippi/Alabama�line,

so�I�say�my�top�half�comes from�Mississippi,

my�bottom�half's�from�Alabama.

My�daddy�was�a�musician.

Before�he�died, he�told�my�mama,

"If�my�daughter�shows�any musical�ability�whatsoever,

that�it�is�to�be�encouraged."

So�I�can�only�hope�to�live�up to�his�dreams�for�me.

How�long�you�practiced at�being�famous?

Can't�say. [clears�throat]

Mama�ended�up�being,�uh...

very�encouraging,�but�I�did learn�to�harmonize�at�church

and�singing�to�your�records.

Now�I'm�here,

so�I�hope�that,�uh...

says�something�for�me.

[Billy]�She's�been�in�town 18�months,�Jones.

She�already�charted three�times.

God�almighty.

We're�making�the�future of�country�music

-over�at�Epic. -[George]�Hallelujah.

-[phone�ringing] -[grunts]

Oh,�no.

Hey,�no,�what�are�you�doing?

-[phone�clicks] -Yeah?

[indistinct�voice]

Well,�I�don't�know what�you're�up�to,�neither.

-[Rhonda]�Anybody�got�a�light? -Shh.

Why�I�gotta�shush? She�ain't�my�wife.

[George]�Well,�the�way I�see�it,

I'm�out�here�keeping a�roof�over�your�head,

so�your�foul�tone isn't�appreciative

-or�appreciated. -[slams�down�phone]

Marriage�is�supposed to�make�life�easier.

[chuckles�softly]

It'd�be�a�big�opportunity for�us�to�open�for�you.

I'm�a�man,�not�an�opportunity.

Mr.�Jones...

...I've�got�a�lot of�respect�for�you,

even�if�this�meeting isn't�real�professional.

But�I've�got�mouths�to�feed and�a�messy�house,

so�if�you're not�gonna�say�yes�to�me,

then�I'm�just�gonna�get�on with�my�day.

[George�snickers]

Yeah,�you're�all�right.

[George�Jones' "Root�Beer"�playing]

Well,�I�sent my�pretty�baby

To�the�neighborhood�store

My�head�was�vibrating from�the�night�before

I�said�you'd�better�hurry as�she�went�out�the�gate...

Was�saving�"When�the�Grass Grows�Over�Me"�for�me,

but�if�George�Jones wants�to�record�it,

I'm�not�gonna�stop�him.

Well,�he�hasn't�heard�it�yet, Don.

[Don]�We're�spending the�whole�weekend�with�him.

If�we�get�a�shot, we�play�him�the�song.

Well,�we�just�gotta�get to�know�the�man

before�we�insult�him by�pretending�we�already�do.

[sighs]

Mama,�I'm�bored.

-Hey,�no�bitching. -[Tammy]�Oh.

Hey,�don't�curse�at�her.

Yeah,�don't�curse�at�me,�Don.

-I�am�truly�outnumbered�here. -You�are.

[Donna]�Are�we�gonna�be�like the�Carters?

Mm-hmm, that's�the�plan,�baby.

That�makes�you the�Mother�Maybelle,

and�I'm�the�June.

Makes�Gwen�and�Jackie the�other�two.

Oh,�doesn't�Tina�get�a�part?

Well,�we�gotta�wait�and�see how�everybody�grows�up.

-Not�everybody�can�sing. -That's�the�truth.

You�don't�think�my�song's good�enough,�do�you?

I�love�your�song.

I�never�said�nothing about�that.

I�start�talking about�presenting�my�songs

to�George�Jones, and�you�get�shy.

We�go,�we�do�our�show, we�impress�everybody,

and�then�you�ask.

That's�right. You�listen�to�Donna.

He's�sensitive�about�people taking�advantage.

We�said�we'd�do�me�next.

And�we�will.

[all�laughing]

All�right,�my�turn.�My�turn.

What�kind�of�game�has�one�dice? That's�all�I�wanna�know.

-Six! -[all]�Whoa!

Hey,�keep�this�bastard�straight. Come�on,�now.

[Peanutt]�This�game's�called "Aggravation,"

-and�I'm�aggravated. -[George]�Ohh.

Whoa,�whoa,�whoa,�man.

[musician]�Whoa,�whoa,�whoa.

I'm�gon'�win�this�game.

-[fly�unzips] -[urine�splashing]

Uh-hey,�hey,�hey,�no!�No!

George,�you�gotta�go inside�the�john,�man.

-[laughter] -I'm�just�writing�my�name

in�the�carpet.

Why�don't�you�try autographing�that�toilet?

-Now�go�on-go�inside. -[laughter]

-[musician]�All�right. -[Peanutt]�Boom.

-[bus�tumbling] -Oh!�Shit.

Ah,�come�on.�Shit!

You�made�me�get�pee all�over�my�boot.

-[laughter] -Hey,�look,�pee�on�my�boot.

[driver]�This�road's a�right�bit�curvy,�sir.

I�need�all�my�concentration to�get�you�to�your�destination.

Damn,�son,�you're�sweating.

It's�hot�out,�sir,�and you're�making�me�nervous,�sir.

You�know�what,�I'm�gonna turn�on�the�air�conditioning

and�get�you�and�me cooled�down�properly.

-[driver]�Thank�you,�sir. -Well,�you're�hot.�I'm�hot.

This�is�a�state-of-the-art vehicle.

[Peanutt] George,�leave�that�boy�alone.

Come�on�back�over�here and�sit�down.

It's�your�turn.

-But�I'm�hot! -[Peanutt]�Well-

[air�conditioner�rattles,�hums]

-You�fixed�it. -[musician]�Come�on,�George.

[air�conditioner�sputtering]

-What�happened? -You�broke�it,�sir.

-[George]�I�broke�it? -Yeah.

[exhales]�Oh,�Lord.

Well,�I�can't�breathe.

I�need�some�air.

[laughter]

[Peanutt] Whoa,�hey,�now,�George.

The�hell�you�doing,�boy?

Ventilating.

-[fires�gun] -Oh,�whoa!�Whoa!

[tires�squealing]

-[all�shouting] -[gunshots]

-George,�no! -[continues�firing]

[tires�screeching]

[crashing]

dramatic�country�music

-[bus�hissing] -[musician]�Oh,�man.

-You're�crazy! -[Tammy]�Hang�on�there,�boys!

[musician] Ah-crazy�son�of�a�bitch!

Anybody�hurt?

[musician] He�said�to�jump�on�Peanutt!

-Where�is�he?�Is�he�okay? -[groans]

-[clattering] -[musician]�Peanutt?

You�all�right?

[Peanutt]�Uhh,�oh,�yeah, I'm�okay.

-Whoo! -[Peanutt]�I'm�just�gonna

-grab�this�beer. -Oh,�the�great�big�Jesus

in�the�sky�can't�catch the�Possum!

Oh.

Allow�me�to�pay my�compliments

to�the�fine�ventilation of�your�vehicle.

[Gwen]�You�smell�funny.

That's�the�sweet�nectar of�the�gods,�my�darling.

Why�they�call�you�Possum?

'Cause�of�my�funny�nose and�bugged�out�eyes.

[Jackie]�You�don't�look�like no�possum.

Oh,�really?

How�'bout�now?

[girls�giggling]

Did�you�know�I�write�songs, Mr.�Jones?

Lord,�I�did�not,�no.

[Tammy�Wynette's "Apartment�#9"]

[George�hiccups]

[George�yawns]

[both] Just�follow�the�stairway

To�this�lonely�world of�mine

[music�slows]

There's�not�enough�me in�the�mix.

[mixer]�Well,�I�don't�know if�you're�aware,

but�she's�the�singer.

Oh,�I�would�like a�little�bit�more�guitar.

It�helps�keep�me�in�tune.

Thank�you.

Two,�three,�four,�one.

-[music�stops] -I...

...I�know�you�boys�are-

work�with�a�lot�of�acts that�come�through�here,

and�I'm�honored�to�be�singing with�you.

This�song's�about�loneliness.

And�waiting�for�someone to�save�you.

I�don't�know�if�any�of�you�boys ever�felt�that�way.

Maybe�it's�just�a�feeling we�ladies�get.

But�if�you�have,

maybe�you�could�give�that�lady you're�waiting�on�a�thought.

I�believe�you�have�to�live a�song�to�make�it�good.

Two,�three,�four,�one.

[band�playing�mournfully]

Beautiful.

[both] Just�follow�the�stairway

To�this�lonely�world of�mine

You'll�find�me

Waitin'�here

In�apartment�number�nine

[mouthing]

Not�so�very�long�ago

You�walked�away�from�me

And�after�all

The�plans�we�made

You�decided�to�be�free

[both] � �Loneliness surrounds�me

Without�your�arms

Around�me

And�the�sun

Will�never�shine

In�apartment�number�nine

[piano�plays]

Mm,�that's�nice.

That's�real�pretty.

I�keep�waiting

In�this�lonely�room

Just�in�case you�change�your�mind

You'll�find�me

Waitin'�here

In�apartment�number�nine

[both] � �Loneliness surrounds�me

Without�your�arms around�me

And�the�sun

Will�never�shine

In�apartment�number�nine

No,�the�sun will�never�shine

In�apartment�number�nine

Uh-uh-ooh,�that�was�close.

That�was�close. All�right,�your�turn.

That�is�two-two�numbers.

-"You�are�very�talented." -[laughter]

Boy,�I've�been�waiting to�hear�that�my�whole�life.

Thank�you�very�much.

How�do�you�know?

-Oh. -Um...

-You�heard�me�singing? -I�think�you�are.

Oh,�that's�awful�sweet.

All�right, let�me�try�your,�uh-

[Tammy] You're�eating�a�raw�potato?

I�am.

Why?

I�don't�wanna�say in�front�of�the�children.

Why�not?

Girls,�did�you�tell�him that�his�hair's�a�mess?

What?

[faucet�running]

This�is�very�nice.

-Very�nice. -[Tammy]�Good.

I'd�hate�to�have my�license�revoked.

You�need�a�license to�do�a�man's�hair?

Well, I�never�officially�graduated,

but�the�lady�who�runs the�beauty�college

took�pity�on�account I�was�pregnant�with�my�third.

She�gave�me�my�license�anyway.

Damn,�I�didn't�know�I�was talking�to�an�educated�woman.

You're�flirting�with�me, George�Jones.

You're�pointing�your�finger at�me,�Tammy�Wynette.

-Turn�around. -All�right.

What�kind�of�Christian are�you?

-Pentecostal. -Mm-hmm.

Best�look�out,�we�do crazy�things�with�our�tongues.

[chuckles]

I'm�gonna�stop doing�your�hair,

you�dirty�old, married�Pentecostal.

She�told�me�not�to�come�back.

-Sorry�to�hear�that. -[George]�Yeah.

She�wanted�to�be�married to�George�Jones,

and�then�one�day�she�woke�up, and�it�dawned�on�her

she�was�married to�George�Jones.

[Tammy]�Hmm.

[George]�Pass�me�that�potato, will�you?

Yeah.

[sighs]�Hm.

[Tammy]�Ugh.

Here.

It's�a�little�trick Shorty�taught�me

to�soak�up�the�booze.

[Tammy]�If�a�girl�singer�got drunk�like�you�boys�do...

[whistles,�clicks�tongue]

They�would�toss�her outta�Nashville�so�fast.

-You�gotta�be�perfect. -[scissors�snipping]

You�ain't�perfect.

Mm-mm.

I�can�hear�it�in�your�voice.

You�don't�like the�way�I�sing?

No.

I�love�the�way�you�sing.

What?�You�all�right?

Just�waiting,�it�seems, my�whole�life

to�hear�you�say�that.

Yeah.

You�should�grow your�hair�longer.

Mm. See,�you�got�sadness�in�you.

Don't�you?

Well,�it's�thicker than�I�thought�it�was.

You�hair, it�would�look�nice�long.

That�kind�of�sadness is�a�hand-me-down.

Somebody�gave�it�to�you, who�gave�it�to�them�before.

Well,�can't�do�nothing about�stuff�that�came�before.

-Hmm. -Well...

trying�to�make�a�happy�home

for�the�girls,�Don�and�I.

He�good�to�his�babies?

[Tammy] Well,�the�girls�aren't�his.

-[George]�Hmm. -Big�one�is,

but�she's�mine�too�now,�so-

[George]�Hey.

Is�that�a�haircutting�accident?

No.

When�I�first�met�Don, we�made�a�pact.

Swore�we'd�make�it to�Nashville�together.

The�idea�of�you defiling�yourself

for�someone�like�him-

-Someone�like�him? -[George]�Yeah.

There's�3,000�Dons�a�day come�rolling�into�Nashville.

They�all�attach�themselves to�some�pretty�girl,

think�it's�gonna�make�them more�worthy.

3,000�Dons�a�day, 3,000�pretty�girls�a�day.

But�not�one�of�'em's�you.

I�always�thought�you'd�look nice�with�sideburns.

Ms.�Wynette, you�spend�a�lot�of�time

thinking�about�my�face, it�seems�like.

[door�squeaks]

[Tammy]�He's�real�talented, my�husband.

He's�got�a�box full�of�great�songs.

His�sister's�Jean�Chapel.

She�had�a�hit�with�"I�Got a�Memory�You�Can't�Touch."

You�know�that�one?

I�do�not.

Well,�there�you�go.

That�looks�better,�doesn't�it?

I�look�like�a�genuine Hollywood�movie�star.

-[jaunty�music�playing] -[crowd�clapping�along]

[indistinct�chatter]

[George�humming "Apartment�#9"]

-�Without�your�arms -[Donna]�Wynette,�Wynette,

Daddy�just�ran�outta�here

and�sent�all�the�local�boys home.

I'll�kill�him!

[footsteps�pounding]

She�the�killin'�kind?

No,�sir. [chuckles]

Stop,�please.

Your�husband�told�me the�booking�was�canceled.

I�know,�I�know- I�don't�know�why�he�said�that.

I�honestly�don't�know�why.

But�if�you�and�your�boys would�stay,

I'd�be�so�appreciative.

They're�already�drinking at�the�bar�right�now,

so�it�wouldn't�be�much of�a�band.

-Just�you�and�me. -Please.

I'm�asking�for�your�kindness, please.

We'll�start with�"Blessed�Be�Thy�Name."

If�we�sound�horrid, then�at�least�we'll�appeal

to�their�Christianity.

[announcer] Ladies�and�gentlemen,

Ms.�Tammy�Wynette and�the�Jones�Boys.

-That's�your�name,�innit? -Yeah.

[music�playing]

[George]�That's�your�song, right?

-[Tammy]�Yeah. -You�best�get�out�there

-and�sing�it,�then. -[crowd�cheering]

[Tammy]�Thank�you.

Come�on!

[cheers�and�applause]

I�never�seen�the�inside of�a�barroom

Or�listened�to�a�jukebox all�night�long

But�I�see these�are�the�things

That�bring�you�pleasure

So�I'm�gonna�make some�changes�in�our�home

Well,�I�heard�it�said

If�you�can't�beat�'em, join�'em

So�if�that's�the�way you�wanted�me�to�be

I'll�change�if�it�takes�that to�make�you�happy

From�now�on, you're�gonna�see

A�different�me

Because�your

[both] Good�girl's�gonna�go�bad

I'm�gonna�be�the�swingingest swinger�you�ever�had

If�you�like�'em�painted�up, powdered�up

Then�you�oughta�be�glad

'Cause�your�good�girl's gonna�go�bad

-[crowd�cheering] -�I'll�even�learn�to�like

[laughing] The�taste�of�whiskey

In�fact,�you'll�hardly recognize�your�wife

I'll�buy some�brand-new�clothes

And�dress�up�fancy

For�my�journey to�the�wilder�side�of�life

Because�your�good�girl's gonna�go�bad

I'm�gonna�be�the�swingingest swinger�you�ever�had

If�you�like�'em�painted�up, powdered�up

Then�you�oughta�be�glad

'Cause�your�good�girl's gonna�go�bad

Oh,�yeah,�your�good�girl's

Gonna�go�bad

-[song�ends] -Yeah!

-[cheers�and�applause] -[Tammy]�Thank�you.

[George]�Whoo!

Hey,�y'all, how's�my�hair�look?

Right�there? All�right,�thank�you.

Well,�hey,�uh,�Tammy,

you�know�this�one?

["Why�Baby�Why"�playing]

Oh,�I�know�all�your�songs, Mr.�Jones.

Oh,�no.

My�daddy�was�Mr.�Jones.

You�can�call�me�Baby.

[both] � �Tell�me�why,�baby, why,�baby

Why,�baby,�why�you�make�me cry,�baby,�cry,�baby

Cry,�baby,�cry

Can't�help�but�love�you till�the�day�that�I�die

So�tell�me�why,�baby, why,�baby

Why,�baby,�why

Well,�I�got�a�crow I�wanna�pick�with�you

Just�like�last�time when�the�feathers�flew

You're�running�wild, picking�up�your�heels

Leaving�me�home with�a�handful�of�bills

Well,�I�can't�live without�you

And�you�know�it's�true

But�there's�no�living with�you

So�what'll�I�do?

I'm�going�honky-tonking

Get�as�tight�as�I�can

Maybe�by�then, you'll�'preciate�a�good�man

[both] � �So�tell�me why,�baby,�why,�baby

Why,�baby,�why�you�make�me cry,�baby,�cry,�baby

Cry,�baby,�cry

I�can't�help�but�love�you

Till�the�day�that�I�die

So�tell�me�why,�baby, why,�baby

Why,�baby,�why

[George]�Hey.

-Hey.

[George] I'm�heading�to�Memphis.

Not�too�late�to�get�you on�the�bill.

[bus�horn�blares]

Where'd�that�thing�come�from?

[horn�honks]

[Peanutt]�Come�on,�George!

Well,�I�guess�somebody called�somebody.

[Donna]�Sucker's�brand�new.

-[George]�Mm-hmm. -You�live�in�a�fast�world.

Fast�is�the�only�speed I�know.

Well,�I�have a�long�drive�ahead�of�me,

but�this�sure�was�fun.

[George]�It�was.

You�know,�I�got�plenty�of�room on�that�bus.

Beds�for�the�girls.

I'll�take�you�anywhere you�wanna�go.

I�think�we're�going in�opposite�directions.

sentimental�music

Don't�have�to.

[whispering]�I�have�a�husband I�need�to,�um...

track�down.

Oh.

Here.

-[Tammy]�Thanks. -[George]�Mm-hmm.

Hey,�you�know�what? My�old�bus�is�yours.

She�got�a�few�holes�in�her,

but�I'll�get�her�fixed�up�good for�you.

Oh,�thank�you, but�I�couldn't�accept�that.

-Yes,�she�could. -Oh,�she's�insisting.

That's�that,�then.

[chuckles]

Um-

somebody�gonna�call�somebody?

Something�like�that. Mm-hmm.

-[bus�horn�honking] -[musician]�Hey,�George!

[engine�turns�over]

Do�you�ever�think about�being�better?

Better�at�what?

Where�the�hell�have�you�been?

Does�it�matter?

George�Jones�says you�don't�need�me.

[Tammy]�Come�on,�baby.

You're�the�one who'd�be�nowhere�without�me.

You�know,�I�was�getting to�know�him�for�you.

-[Don]�Oh,�was�it�for�me? -Uh-huh.

Help�me�get�the�stuff out�of�the�car.

Is�he�gonna�sing�my�songs?

[sighs]�I�don't�know. I�told�him�how�good�you�are.

You�swear�nothing�happened?

Nothing�happened.

[bus�horn�honks]

[bus�hisses]

Jones�gave�us�a�bus.

[driver]�Where�y'all�want�this?

[Tammy�Wynette's "D-I-V-O-R-C-E"�playing]

Our�D-I-V-O-R-C-E

Becomes�final�today

Me�and�little�J-O-E

Will�be�going�away

I�love�you�both

And�this�will�be pure�H-E-double-L

For�me

Oh,�I�wish that�we�could�stop�this

D-I-V-O-R-C-E

Watch�him�smile

He�thinks�it's�Christmas

Or�his�fifth�birthday

And�he�thinks C-U-S-T-O-D-Y

Spells�"fun"�or�"play"

I�spell�out all�the�hurting�words

And�turn�my�head when�I�speak

'Cause�I�can't�spell�away this�hurt

That's�dripping down�my�cheek

Our�D-I-V-O-R-C-E

Becomes�final�today

Me�and�little�J-O-E

Will�be�going�away

I�love�you�both

And�this�will�be pure�H-E-double-L

For�me

Oh,�I�wish that�we�could�stop

This�D-I-V-O-R-C-E

That's�good.

That's�good,�that's�good, that's�good.

-Hi,�George. -Hey.

[Billy]�How�you�doing? Say�hello?

[George]�Sure.

Come�right�this�way.

Tammy?

Come�here�and�say�hi�to�George.

Oh,�is�he�here?

[George] Yeah,�that's�real�pretty.

[Billy] What�you�just�heard�there,

that�song's�gonna�be a�number�one�smash.

-Mark�my�words. -Oh,�yeah?

Hey,�I�heard�from�somebody once�that,�uh,

you�really�gotta�live�a�song

in�order�to�make�it�good.

Mm-hmm. You�heard�that,�did�you?

Yeah.

[Billy]�We�got an�open�door�policy,�Jones.

Whenever�you're�ready to�sign�with�Epic,

we'll�happily�take�you away�from�Musicor.

I�know. I�can't�record�with�you�boys.

I'm�still�on�contract with�Pappy.

[Billy] All�right,�but�Pappy�Daily

ain't�getting the�best�outta�you.

Well,�hey, he�made�a�commitment.

He's�gonna�honor�it,�Billy.

-[George]�She�understands. -Yeah.�[laughs]

New�Nashville's�yours whenever�you're�ready

-to�embrace�it,�George. -All�right.

-So- -So?

So�does�Miss�Red�Bay like�her�new�bus?

Drives�real�nice.�Thank�you.

[George]�Does�the�air conditioning�run�okay?

Yeah.�It's�perfect.

'Cause�if�it�wasn't, I'd�fix�it.

[door�clicks]

-Tammy? -Yeah?

-Got�your�cigarettes. -Oh.�Thanks,�Richey.

Jones, you�know�George�Richey?

-I�do�not. -[Tammy]�Oh,�thanks.

I'm�the�musical�director over�at�"Hee�Haw."

You've�been�on�the�show 11�times.

Oh,�hell,�son,�I�was�probably drunk�out�of�my�mind.

[laughs] Well,�my�name's�George�too,

but�you�can�call�me�Richey if�it's�confusing.

Mm,�I'm�not�confused.

Richey�here's�a�right talented�songwriter�too,

-Jones. -[George]�Really?

Seems�like�everybody in�Nashville's

a�right�talented�songwriter.

If�you'll�allow�me,

when�I�think�of�your�story,

story�of�a�legend,

I�get�very�excited�about the�musical�possibilities.

I�really�appreciate�that very�much,

but�I'm�not�here�to�see�you.

I'm�here�to�see�him.

Now,�this�fella,

your�wife's�telling�me�that�you are�a�fantastic�songwriter,

so�I�was�curious�what�you�got.

[Don]�Well,�I�got�one I�think�you'll�love.

[George]�Yeah?

It's�called "When�the�Grass�Grows�Over�Me."

"When�the�Grass�Grows Over�Me."

The�story�is,�um,

a�man�loves�a�woman�so�hard

that�he�only�stops�loving�her when�he's�dead�in�the�ground.

[whistles]�That's�morbid.

But�it's�true.

[shower�running]

[camera�shutter�clicks]

What�are�you-stop�it. I�don't�like�that.

What�are�you�doing?

You're�my�wife.

Sometimes�I�like�to�look�at�you when�you're�not�here.

[George] � �I'll�be�over�you

When�the�grass�grows over�me

When�you�left,�I�thought

That�I�would�soon get�over�you

Even�told�myself

That�I�would�find somebody�too

Time�and�tears have�come�and�gone

But�not�your�memory

And�I'll�be�over�you

When�the�grass�grows over�me

Yes,�I'll�be�over�you

When�you're�standing over�me

[Donna]�Isn't�Daddy's�song so�beautiful?

[chuckles]

[Tammy]�Oh,�yeah,�sure.

You're�doin'�good,�girl.

Thanks,�Pappy.

[Pappy]�I�should've�signed�you at�Musicor

when�I�had�the�chance.

Really�missed�the�boat�on�you.

How's�that�crow�taste?

-Oh,�goodness. -[all�chuckling]

Hey,�you�know�what? I�wanna�do�this�again.

Yeah. Let�me�come�by�Saturday�night

and�we'll�talk about�some�ideas.

Is�it�okay�if�I�invite�myself to�dinner?

-Tammy's�the�best�cook. -Really?

And�as�long�as�I�live

I�know�I�won't�be�free

[Tammy�vocalizing]

[George] � �But�I'll�be over�you

When�the�grass�grows over�me

Yes,�I'll�be�over�you

When�you're�standing over�me

And�as�you�look�down

At�the�cold,�cold�ground

I'm�sleeping�in

Don't�expect to�hear�me�say

That�I�still�love�you�then

-[Donna]�Come�here! -Hey,�careful!�It's�hot.

[Donna]�Get�back�here right�now,�Gwen!

[Gwen�squealing] Stop�it!

Donna,�release�Gwen.

Donna's�grabbing�me for�nothing.

She�stole�my�hair�spray.

Did�you�take�her�hair�spray again?

You�quit,�now.�Give�it�back.

Donna,�you�look�great.

[Gwen]�I�just�wanted�to�use the�hair�spray�on�my�dolly.

You�finish�the�song?

-[doorbell�dings] -Boys,�go�wash�your�hands.

We�don't�Mr.�Jones�thinking

this�is�a�house full�of�mongrels.

-[timer�dings] -Yes,�ma'am.

-I�didn't�finish. -[sighs]�Don.

[doorbell�dings]

Oh.�Welcome�to�our�home.

-�The�old�hometown... -Thank�you.

Looks�the�same...

-Oh,�boy.�That�smells�good. -[Tammy�chuckles]

[George]�You�two�been�busy.

Where'd�you�sprout the�extra�ones?

You�know�Gwen�and�Jackie,

and�the�boys�are�Mike�and�Gary.

-Donna�and�Tina,�of�course. -[George]�Oh.�Hey.

[Don]�Donna,�Mike,�and�Gary are�mine.

-Oh,�yeah? -Yup.

Then�the�boys�spend some�of�the�weekends�with�us.

-Oh. -Donna's�named�after�me.

I'm�Don,�so...

-she's�Donna. -[George]�Huh.

-[Tammy]�Anybody�hungry? -Yeah.

[Don]�And�that's�Virginia.

[laughing] Virginia�Pugh.

-P-U! -[Tammy]�Don,�don't.

Virginia�Pugh�wasn't�never gonna�be�famous.

That's�why�Billy�Sherrill changed�it.

Well,�you�know, my�mama�always�calls�me�Glenn.

No�matter�how�famous�I�get.

Keeps�me�distinct from�my�daddy.

Kids,�go,�uh,�sit in�the�dining�room,

and�Donna,�would�you�take Tina�to�bed?

-Thanks. -[George]�Nice�to�meet�you.

Can�I�fix�you anything�to�drink?

Nope.�Nothing�for�me.

-Nothing? -Mm.

What?

Okay.

[George]�Well,�look�at�this.

It's�like�I�stepped into�the�showroom�at�Badcock.

-[Tammy]�Badcock? -Yeah.

That's�where�I�get all�my�furnishings.

Wonderful,�stylish�people.

Yeah,�well,�maybe�next�time.

This�was�all�just�delivered.

-[George]�Mm,�I�can�smell�that. -Mm.

Only�thing�better than�new�furniture�smell

is�a�new�car�smell.

Got�one�of�them�too.

Mm,�I�saw that�Caddy�out�front.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

Yeah,�Don�and�I, we're�in�a�real...

level,�normal�place.

-[George]�Yeah? -Mm.

[George,�quietly] My

D-I-V-O-R-C-E

Became�final�today

[sucks�teeth]

Mmm,�Lord�have�mercy.

Mike,�take�your�elbows off�the�table.

Take�off�your�hat�too.

Folks�make�me�nervous when�they�act�fancy�around�me.

Hmm?�There�you�go.

[Don]�My�house.

Hands�go�in�laps.

Mm.

10-4,�yes.�Officer�Chapel.

Hands�not�in�laps,�please.

Be�advised�that-

oh,�there's�gunfire in�the�area.

-Please,�everybody,�remain�calm. -[children�giggling]

Please,�remain�calm.

[Don]�I'm�teaching�him about�life.

Mm?

Put�your�hand�in�your�lap,

and�finish�what�you�start.

-Those�are�my�rules. -[George]�Mm.

-You've�never�said�that. -[Don]�No�lip.

Don, we're�having�a�nice�dinner.

Would�all�of�the�women please�shut�up?

[scoffs]

[George] My�D-I-V-O-R-C-E

Became�final�today

Something�like�that,�right?

[silverware�clatters]

Anyone�want�dessert? Let's�go�make�some�sundaes.

Yeah?�Leave�those�grits.

Come�on.�Come�on,�kids.

I�broke�my�rule.

[Tammy]�Just�grab�it out�of�the�freezer-

See...

difference�between me�and�my�wife,

she�sees�an�opportunity, she�takes�it.

-[George]�Mm? -I�get�close�to�lucky,

I�pack�it�in.

Maybe�you�should�go�get some�coffee,�Daddy.

-[George]�Mm-hmm. -But�my�song

is�in�her�George�Jones�book.

Don,�don't-just...

stop�it.

Every�single�word you�ever�sung

is�written�down in�her�little�book.

Really?

-Hmm. -[Don]�And,�uh...

I'm�in�there�too,�now.

So...

guess�that�makes�me�somethin'.

[chuckles]

You're�gonna�fuck�my�wife, aren't�you?

[groans�softly]

Sorry.

You�know...

I�sure�would�like�to,�Don.

[Don] Well,�then�you�should�know

Virginia�Pugh

is�a�lousy�lay.

[Tammy�screams]

-[children�scream] -[clattering]

[screaming]

-Wait- -[George]�Come�on!

-Don't-don't-don't�hurt�him. -[Don�groans]

Please,�don't.

You�coming�with�me?

Don't�make�me�scare these�babies

any�more�than�I�already�done.

You�love�me,�right?

Yes,�I�do.

Then�let's�go!

[both�panting]

Remind�me�which�ones�are�yours.

"White�Lightning"�playing

[baby�crying]

You're�gonna�love�me when�I'm�old?

[Don] Whatever�you�two�are�doing,

it�isn't�gon'�be�no�fairy�tale!

Don't�look�back.

Never.

[George] � Whew! White�Lightning

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