All language subtitles for Sun Records s01e08 Finishing School.eng

Previously on Sun Records.

COLONEL PARKER: You
have quite the effect

on the little ladies.

Hank Snow's manager. Colonel Tom Parker.

You'll meet all kinds of nice fellas,

but they ain't all gonna have
your best interests at heart.

You know, I hear stories
about singers out on the road.

Kid's going to get more
ass than a toilet seat.

Are you a virgin?

Uh... Yes, sir.

No, sir.

Will this little band of
gold soon be on your finger?

I think he's back at it.

Hey.

That's not what it looks like.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Janie, you stay here, or I'll
give you another black eye.

What do y'all want?

We're lookin' for a Jerry Lee Lewis.

Jerry Lee, there's some
fellas here to see you!

- Jerry Lee!
- Yes, Mama?

BUBBA: You Jerry Lee Lewis?

Uh, what of it?

Get out here!

What for? I don't know you.

You been foolin' with my sister?

Uh... What's her name?

My God, he don't know
how many he diddled.

Son, you are in a heck of a mess.

Janie's got a young one
coming, swears it's yours.

- (WHOOPS)
- You get outta here, boy!

You can't even keep it in
your damn pants! Get out!

Now, sir, I'll do the
right thing by your sister,

but first, there's a few
things I have to clear up...

She's in the car, you and
her is getting hitched.

- Tonight!
- All right. Now, you see...

I'm... (GRUNTS)

You comin' with us or
it's gonna get rough.

Don't Janie have to
be in school tomorrow?

We got a judge in Fayette
ready to get it done.

(GROANS) Momma, I'll be back directly.

(SIGHS)

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

- (GIRLS CHEERING)
- GIRL: I love you, Elvis!

Hey, I heard this Presley
fella when I was overseas.

Pull up, Roy.

I'd lay it down for
him in a heartbeat. You?

What makes you think I haven't?

I bet him and Trixie
do the do every night.

- You sing better than that.
- Maybe.

But I don't jig around.

That's what's getting
'em all frothed up.

(CHEERING CONTINUES)

- (ON EARPHONES)
-
For the love you have for them

(MUFFLED) Sam!

-
You can ask and plea

(MUSIC DROWNING DOWN)

The mortgage check bounced.

We're gonna lose the house!

Well, there's gotta be a mistake, Becks.

All right, uh...

Well, we got a check
coming tomorrow from United.

Oh, it's in the mail? Really?

Look, Petey-boy swears he sent it.

And I've got El-Vi on a string
of dates all across Arkansas.

That always pops sales.

Oh, tell that to the bank... Sam!

- Becks!
- Hi, Becky.

Hey, Marion.

Sam.

The mortgage check bounced, Marion?

Really?

How could you let that happen?

Basic math.

Happens every time you
spend more than you bring in.

(SLAMS TABLE)

(GULPS)

Sam, about me and Earle...

I don't want to talk about it.

- Well, we should.
- It's fine!

(SIGHS)

(SLAMS PIANO KEY)

Self-pity doesn't become you, Sam.

Well, we can't go back
now, can we, Marion?

I saw what I saw.

(PLAYS A FEW BARS)

And I saw you with your baby, Sam.

It tore my heart out.

Right then and there, I
knew that would never be me.

(SIGHS)

Maybe I should leave Sun.

Marion...

Sun may be circling the drain,

but I got a feelin'...

we are on the edge of somethin'.

And we didn't come this
far for you to quit.

There's no place for me in your life.

We started this together.

I don't see a future.

Of course you do.

And El-Vi...

is the ticket to it.

Thank you.

Okay, they're here. Go grab a drink.

Oh, that's them. Come on.

Him? He's the one?

(SIGHS)

I come in here with you to
sign the next Hank Williams,

next Eddy Arnold,

not some greasy haired ass-wiggler.

Look, I don't let them
to see you waiting on 'em.

Go on, get, get, get, get.

Right there.

So glad you could make it.

We're grateful to Mr. Phillips
for taking a chance on Elvis.

But Mr. Phillips can't pull the strings

to get Elvis on television...

I can.

Well, what's the point

if his records are only
available around here?

And he doesn't have any
plans for an Elvis Presley LP.

There are no LPs on Sun

because they don't have the
money to get 'em pressed.

Television, LPs...

It all sounds mighty excitin'.

Well, and mighty profitable.

You'll see plenty if
Elvis signs with me,

I guarantee you.

Colonel, sir...

If I were to leave Sun,

would Mr. Phillips
still make it out okay?

Oh, Hank! Hey, that's Hank.

- Hank, come on over.
- Great to meet you, folks.

- Pleasure.
- I understand

that the Colonel has
promised you front row tickets

to my show.

- Thank you, sir.
- Oh, my! Thank you!

We love that Golden
Rocket song, don't we, Vern?

Oh, shoot, we love 'em all.

You were sayin' about Mr. Phillips.

Uh, this document gives Hank and I

the right to approach Mr. Phillips

about getting Elvis off Sun.

We'll take over Elvis' management

when Mr. Neal's term is up.

And I'll personally
look out for your boy.

But Elvis is... Is so young,

it seems like an awful lot awful fast.

I keep telling you,

you got to quit coddlin' the boy.

He's got to grow up.

(SIGHS) Son, this is your dream.

And Colonel Parker here is the one

who's gonna make that happen.

You're right, Daddy.

Because Elvis is underage,
we need your signature.

Hank has already
pre-signed this agreement.

That's how much faith we have.

- Yeah.
- Yeah

We, we get the feelin'
you're both honorable men,

and I trust you, I really do,

to do what's best for our boy.

Mr. Presley, we know what
it's like to be cheated.

- Mmm. (CHUCKLES)
- That ain't our way.

(MUSIC STARTS PLAYING)

Oh! Look, the ducks!
You have to see this.

Take a moment.

Say, Hank, would you
show them that, please?

That's just a treat there,
those ducks. (CHUCKLES)

WOMAN: Isn't that the cutest thing!

(DUCKS QUACKING)

GLADYS: Oh, gee, look at that.

Oh, my!

(GLADYS LAUGHS)

GLADYS: Aren't they the sweetest?

Aw, look.

COLONEL PARKER: Beautiful, aren't they?

All right, let's get this deal done.

All righty.

HANK: So, to a long and
profitable association.

COLONEL PARKER: Hear, hear!

(DUCKS QUACKING)

GIRL: Who is that?

James Dean landed right
here on Summer Avenue.

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

It's Elvis.

Well, evenin', gals.

You still talkin' to
us now you're a star?

Oh, come on now.

But I do wanna talk to my
sweetie, if y'all don't care.

What's troublin' you, babe?

Well, remember I told you
I was meetin' with Hank Snow

and his manager?

Sure. How did it go?

Daddy thinks it went swell.

He signed a deal with them to manage me.

Bob Neal's your manager.

I know.

But Daddy signed for
Mr. Snow and the Colonel

to shop around my deal with Sun, too.

Is Mr. Phillips okay with that?

He don't know.

It's down to me to tell him.

You know, this weekend there's
an All Night Gospel Singin'.

Why don't you come...

I gotta play the Hayride
then, you know that.

Bit-O-Honey?

(SONG ENDS ON RADIO)

RADIO JOCKEY: After this
good word from the fine folks

at Froggy's Bar-B-Que,

we'll be right back with
Memphis's own Elvis Presley.

Hey, I'm on R-E-C now.

You know, they swore they'd
never play my records.

MAN: (ON RADIO) For all
your smokin', roastin',

brawlin', ballin' and
barbequin' needs...

(TURNS VOLUME DOWN)

Whose is this?

Oh, that's, uh...

It's Miss Marion's.

I gave her a ride...

one time.

Really?

What has happened to you, Elvis?

When we first met, you were
the sweetest, humblest guy.

I'm still me, babe.

Look, I just got this
chance given to me,

don't hardly no one get it.

God gave you this gift for a reason.

- This is it, right here.
- (TURNS VOLUME UP)

(TURNS VOLUME DOWN)

Tell me...

those girls who come to
see you after the show,

do you go all the way with them?

No, honey. Of course not.

"For what I do is not
the good I want to do.

"No, the evil I do not want to do,

"this, I keep doing."

Look, if I need a preacher,
I'll go find me one!

You have changed out of
all recognition for this!

And then you go and
sell out Mr. Phillips,

the man who gave you the one shot

nobody else was ever going to!

- Marion?
- Hmm?

Could you hand me the
Monarch pressin' bill,

- top right drawer?
- In a minute.

Well, I need it now.

Every record in that
last order was off center.

(SIGHS)

I appreciate the thought.

Either return it or give it to Becky.

- Marion, it's...
- Look...

I promised myself.

Not again.

(DOOR OPENS)

Ma'am, could we see Mr. Sam C. Phillips?

See me 'bout what?

Well, Mr. Phillips, Carl Perkins.

This here's my brothers Jay B and Clay,

and that there's our drummer, W.S.

Now, we play the same kinda
jumped-up hillbilly deal

as the Presley boy, so...

So you thought you ought
to be on Sun Records, too?

Yes, ma'am.

We're playing at Red's Joint tonight.

Now, you could pay 50
cents and see us tonight

or you could see us right now for free.

I guarantee it'll be worth your while.

"Free" works for Sam, isn't that right?

Sure. Come on.

All right, go get the gear.

(DOOR OPENS)

This here's a song we wrote
drivin' down from Jackson.

-
You can do anything

MARION: Memphis Recording Service.

One second, please.

Sam Phillips.

Colonel who?

All right.

Somethin's up.

Doesn't feel right. I gotta go.

Tell the fellas I'll meet 'em tonight.

Mr. Phillips? Colonel Parker.

- Right this way.
- Colonel.

You said Elvis and
Bob Neal would be here.

Unavoidably detained.

And, uh, business is
best left to businessmen.

Wouldn't you agree?

- And what business are you in?
- (EXHALES DEEPLY)

There's only one thing
standing between Elvis Presley

and the success that he deserves,

and that... is Sun Records.

Well, considering he
hadn't sung in no place

outside his bedroom when I found him,

how do you figure?

You got no national distribution

and you're on hold with
at least one pressing plant

for non-payment.

Who told you that?

Well, let's just say
someone less well-disposed

than the Colonel, would

sue on the boy's
behalf for unpaid royalties.

Then, if Sun went into bankruptcy,

- his contract...
- But the fact is...

I have a current contract with Elvis

that has a long time to run.

Eighteen months, two weeks.

I have Elvis' word he'll renew.

I have Elvis' assent

signed by his daddy to
look for a better label.

Lemme see that.

With your assent,

I'll sell the boy's
contract to a major label.

That money clears your debt.

Once he's a big star, word will get out

it was Sun Records that discovered him.

They'll flock to you.

Then, you'll have the
money to make Sun Records.

It's either that or you go bust,

and you take Presley down with you.

Colonel...

And if you're a colonel,

then I'm the general's daughter.

(CHUCKLES)

You have my assent...

to go to hell.

MAN: Take five was much better.

- Excuse me.
- Who're you?

I'm Cash.

That's good. We don't give credit.

- (STRUMS GUITAR)
- (LAUGHS)

I'm Roy's brother, J.R.

He said y'all had a band.

We can cackle a whole lot,
but we ain't found no egg yet.

Y'all got any gigs lined up?

Nah, we play at home till
his wife kicks us out.

Hey, now.

We do church socials, that kinda deal.

Well, I sing a little.

I do most of the singin' around here.

Ain't sure we need nobody else.

You think you can do better than this?

(STRUMMING A TUNE)

Lay it on us.

ELVIS:
Break my faithful heart...

El-Vi sold us out.

I don't believe that.

Well, believe it.

What are you gonna do?

Play along.

(CHEERS) El-Vi!

- Boy, it's good to see ya!
- Hey, Mr. Phillips.

What do ya think?

I'm thinking I'm sure glad I got you off

impersonating Dean Martin.

Yeah, it's been a while, ain't it?

Uh-huh.

So, listen, I was thinkin'.

Big ol' freestandin' sign.

"Elvis Presley, Scotty and Bill,

"stars of Sun Records."
What do ya think?

How 'bout "Scotty and
Bill, featuring Elvis"?

BILL: Yeah, right.

Well, it... It sounds
real good, Mr. Phillips.

Well, it's like baseball, son.

You build your franchise
around your star player.

Like Casey Stengel built the
Yankees around Mickey Mantle,

I'm gonna build Sun around you.

Son, the devil, he's always

whisperin' in your ear.

Sometimes he's in a bottle,

sometimes he's a girl in a bar.

Sometimes he's a... silver-tongued,

make-believe colonel.

Man-to-man now, El-Vi.

I ain't got nothin' to
worry about here now, do I?

No, sir.

Well, all right then.

What the hell are we
standin' around for?

Come on! Let's go and make
ourselves a hit record!

ELVIS:
Treat me like a fool

- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN: Can I get a beer here?

You're late.

I'm selling Elvis.

There's a lot to consider, Sam.

You can't just make that decision...

Wish I could afford to.

We're broke. Can't pay the mortgage.

Listen, Columbia gave Mercury 20 grand

for Frankie Laine.

But he'd had a whole lot of pop hits.

Marion, if Elvis leaves
when our dealio's up,

we get squat.

Sam... This is...

I'm a businessman, too, Marion.

Money's never been what's driven you.

I don't think that's
what drives Elvis, either.

It's the music.

Always the music.

If you do this... (SCOFFS)

You will regret it for
the rest of your life.

Colonel Parker mentioned
that if we sell Elvis,

we can clear all our debts.

And he ain't 100% wrong.

I'm gonna ask for the stupid money...

and then double it.

Let that Colonel feel what
it's like to sweat out a deal.

Can I buy you a drink?

- (TAPS ON TABLE)
- I can't.

I'm meeting Earle.

Earle.

Howdy, Memphis.
Hey, Mr. Phillips.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- MAN: Play something!

(DINGS)

Evening.

Send this.

To Colonel Parker, Jamboree Attractions,

Madison, Tennessee.

Stop.

Pay a non-returnable deposit
of $5,000 immediately.

Stop.

Pay an additional $35,000 by October 31.

Stop.

Presley can leave Sun. Stop.

(MAN SCRIBBLING)

- Send it now.
- Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, good people!

Hell, yes, I'm drinkin' on the air!

When you got a popular
show in the country,

when you got sponsors
stacked fiddy deep,

you can drink anywhere, any
time you damn well please!

And you can cuss any time
you damn well feel like it!

- Shut up, Dewey!
- Daddy O' Dewey!

Daddy O' Dewey!

Brought to you tonight
by Old Gold cigarettes.

I got one lung gone

and I've got one week left to live.

You think I'm gonna
smoke a dull cigarette?

Hell, no!

Old Gold for you and Gold Old for me!

- (CYMBALS RATTLE)
- Ee-gaw!

Mr. Sun Records!

All right, Dewey, that's a nice show.

Now, come on down from there,

you're scarin' these fine folks.

Man, you know that Alan Freed...

Alan Freed is going
around tellin' everyone

that he invented rock 'n' roll.

Man, that ain't nothing
but steamin' bull-crap.

'Cause you know we
started it right here!

Right here! Didn't we, Slick?

Rocket 88. Boy, Elvis Presley.

We sure did.

Alan Freed, boy. Alan Freed...

Mr. Rock 'n' Roll, my ass, boy!

Freed don't make the hits!

I know.

Only way he knows a hit
if it's got a 50 inside it.

No, I wouldn't take 50 bucks
to play your lousy record.

Hell, if it's good, I'll
pay you 50 to play it!

Well, that's damn right.

That's the difference
between you and him.

Now, come on, man, get
down from there. Come on.

Man, no, there's 1,000 differences

between me and Freed.

Yeah. There are dollars...

and Freed's got 'em.

(LAUGHING)

You try to tell that to

Mr. Earle, Mr. Big Shot
Station Manager, WHBQ.

He won't spend one red cent

on any kind of ad in cash bucks

to tell the world the
truth that it was me

that found this kind of
music, man. It was me!

Dewey Phillips!

I know, I know.

Oh! (CHUCKLES)

- Come on now...
- Oh. (CHUCKLES)

Well, go on, man.

Tell me all your sorrows.

Go on, spit it all out.

Even though you're kind
of stealing my thunder.

(CHUCKLES)

I might have done something
that I shouldn't have, Dewey.

Oh!

Even if I get what I want...

I may not be happy.

If I don't...

I sure as hell know I'm gonna be pissed.

(DEWEY SNORING)

WOMAN: Last call. Last call.

Oh, don't go through any trouble.

I would love to talk,
but I'm running so late.

It's great to see you.
You look lovely today.

STEVE: Humpty Dumpty just
walked in. I'll call you back.

Don't sit. You're not staying long.

Well, Steve, it's time
for us to move forward

from whatever bad
feelings you might have.

What do you want now, a new hi-fi?

(CHUCKLES) Ever hear of Elvis Presley?

The girls pee their drawers,

their boyfriends want
to cut his nuts off,

and the older crowd walks out.

- Yeah, I heard of him.
- (CHUCKLES)

Well, the older crowd
doesn't buy records.

You told me that.

(SIGHS) Get where you're going.

What you're selling, how much.

The boy's contract. 40,000.

Shut the door on your way out.

Hmm. It's not like
there's no other interest.

Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

I hear the buzz, I'm not deaf.

But 40,000?

I could fix the World
Series for less than that.

Steve, your artists
only sell in the south,

this boy will sell
coast-to-coast, overseas,

if you put some promotional
juice behind him.

- If you get him on TV, if...
- If, if and more if.

Well, now, every deal's a gamble.

We all know you love to gamble.

I'd want all his old records.

I don't want RCA to
push the hell out of him,

have Sun putting out
all his older stuff,

splitting airplay.

Lemme take the temperature in New York,

if I can lay any losses
against Snow's royalties.

No.

This is a deal between
RCA and the Colonel.

Thought you two were partners.

Were.

And this is not a drawn-out negotiation.

Payment in full, no counter offers.

Okay? October 31, 7:00 p.m.

One week, one day, four hours.

Good to see you, Steve.

HANK: Forty thousand?

With that, I could buy a
couple of houses and a car.

COLONEL PARKER: His rug's
starting to come loose.

Fix it.

Why don't you go to RCA or Columbia

and get them to pony up?

We just need 5,000 down and
we can shop him all over.

Oh, we just need my 5,000, you mean?

Plow that into my career.

I'd be bigger than
the kid could ever be.

Ready?

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Thank you.

This is the opportunity
that is knocking.

You're either in or out.

- Don't threaten me.
- No threat.

If you don't want to be partners...

I didn't say that.

Then you're in for the five Gs.

I didn't say that.

Put up or shut up.

You tear up Presley's
contract, we're through.

Fine by me!

COLONEL PARKER: One
final bit of free advice,

and, you know, the
Colonel doesn't do free,

- fix that damn toupee.
- (HANK SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

(KISSES) Well played.

(SNIFFLES)

Just so I understand...

you married Jane?

Uh-huh.

And you're married to Peggy, too?

(CHUCKLING SOFTLY) Uh-huh.

And Jane's pregnant?

Yeah, man, I'm cooked, I got nothin'.

(SIGHS) Whoo!

Well, you still got music.

Yeah, and a lot of good it's done me.

Jerry Lee, you're about
as far from a saint

as Ferriday to the moon
when it comes to women.

But one thing I do know

is when it comes to this here piano...

(PLAYS A BAR)

I ain't never seen
no one play like that.

(PLAYING THE PIANO)

Your talent is nothing
less than a precious gift

from the Lord!

(PLAYING KEYS RAPIDLY)

(PLAYING ROCK 'N' ROLL RHYTHM)

Can you just move over?

Some of us got talent,
some of us got scrapin's.

JIMMY: Yeah!

Oh! You just poked
the devil in disguise!

Hey, Dewey! Come here, man. Come here.

- Hey, come on!
- (MIMICS ENRAGED BULL)

Go on, Dewey. Go on! Go on! Come on!

- (GROWLING)
- Oh, Dad!

- (TOY GUNSHOT)
- (GROANS)

Oh, gotcha.

(TOY GUNSHOT)

Look, I killed Dad.

I see it. Shoot him
again, make sure he's dead.

(TOY GUNSHOT)

Come on, I'll put your shoes on.

All right.

Trick or treating time.

I'll take him, honey. You
should be at the office.

(GRUNTS) What for?

Well, RCA could be
calling you right now.

They don't have our home number.

Oh, Colonel Doughboy
has. And believe you me,

it would be ringing off the
hook if he got the money.

(SIGHS) Why take the chance?

Sam, it is $40,000.

Do you know what we could
do with that kind of money?

I know you're disappointed.

We could finally take
that honeymoon to Honolulu!

Oh, for God's sake!

Could you just, for once, listen to me?

Fine.

WOMAN: Don't worry, Big Daddy.

They'll phone.

You know, I hate to
see you fret so much.

Cat got your tongue? (GIGGLES)

Meow.

(PURRING)

What's so great about this kid, anyway?

Mmm, Big Daddy has so much on his mind.

RCA will call.

I just know it.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

If Marion Keisker whispers in your ear,

if I hear that you
turned down that money...

I swear to you, I swear to you...

It is not funny!

I swear to you, Sam.

LACEY: Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome John Cash
and The Tennessee Three!

SAM: Cut! Cut! Cut!

Man, I'm not feeling it.

(CHUCKLES)

Whoo!

You know, I think I'm getting better.

(ROCK 'N' ROLL MUSIC PLAYING)

MARION: Dewey.

Marion.

Oh! Whew!

Oh! Ah!

That Marion is a
good-looking broad, boy.

You know, man,

if I didn't love my
cuz so much, I'd have...

Sam is a lucky, lucky
boy. Mmm-mmm, good.

Wait, are you implying
what I think you are?

Oh, no, Earle. Earle.

I wouldn't take anything I said

(STUTTERS) with a grain of salt

or a pinch of pepper
or a shot of whatever

the hell floats your boat.

Earle. Earle!

Yes!

- We have to talk.
- Oh! Excuse me.

I thought you promised to
do a lot more than talk.

(LAUGHS)

Whoo!

I've just realized something

that I probably should've
realized a long time ago.

This... This isn't working.

What's not working?

Us. We're done.

(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY) What? Why?

Why?

Oh, I don't know.

It might have a little something to do

with you screwing Sam.

(SCOFFS)

(SIGHS)

Let me be clear, Earle.

I've always been in love with Sam,

but it's got its complications.

I really tried to make it work with you.

But you know what?

You're no Sam.

You're fired.

- Marion, Marion...
- He fired me.

I didn't say... (SIGHS)

There's something squirrelly
about that Colonel.

Oh, Mama, everything's
gonna be just fine.

(SIGHS) Son, I'm gonna need you

to get right with Mr. Phillips

before it's too late
to change your mind.

Besides, you owe him that.

Now, get.

Go on.

ELVIS: (ON PLAYER) I thought you said

play with heart, Mr. Phillips.

SAM: Yeah, now play with balls.

What do you think this
song is about, son?

ELVIS: Well, rockin', I guess.

SAM: No! Screwin'.

It's a song about
screwin', plain and simple,

good ol'-fashioned screwin'.

Now, hold on a sec.

(DOOR OPENS)

Are you a virgin?

Hear anything?

Can't you see I'm celebratin'?

Everyone's tellin' me this is a win-win.

If we sell Elvis,

we get a boatload of money.

If he stays,

we build the company around him.

So?

So why do I feel like it's lose-lose?

(ELVIS SING IN BACKGROUND)

- (SIGHS)
- Earle dumped me.

Sorry to hear that.

Yeah, you are.

He fired me, too.

I am sorry to hear about that.

(SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGS)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

Sam here.

All right.

We lost Elvis.

Sam?

WOMAN: Big Daddy ready for his show?

Not tonight.

(SQUEALS)

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