All language subtitles for Sordid.Lives.2000.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG.eng

Ouch. Shit!

- Turn that down, Bitsy.
- Sorry.

Wardell, do you
think God killed Peggy

as a punishment for having
that affair with G.W.?

You know I don't believe
in that shit, Juanita.

- Testing. Can y'all hear me?
- We sure can, Bitsy.

Bitsy, have you ever
had an affair

with anybody with
missing limbs or anything?

Not that I
can remember, Juanita.

I once had an affair with a man
with only one testicle.

♪ Now who's to judge ♪
♪ who's a saint ♪

♪ And who's a sinner ♪

You're my 27th therapist
in the last three years.

♪ Lord, it's tough enough to ♪
♪ trudge from brunch to dinner ♪

I'm from the south.
Uh, Texas, actually.

♪ We seek the light of truth ♪

♪ Between our white lies ♪

I was raised
rigid Southern Baptist,

I'm an actor, and I'm gay.

♪ We sleep away our youth ♪
♪ under tattletale skies ♪

Now you know why
I've needed 27 therapists.

♪ …Who's a sinner ♪
♪ and who's a saint ♪

♪ Who's to say ♪
♪ who you can love ♪

♪ And who you can't ♪

♪ Now it's easy for the pot ♪
♪ to call the kettle black ♪

♪ They're just jealous ♪
♪ of the hot and lusty, ♪

♪ Sordid lives they led ♪

♪ Ain't it a bitch ♪
♪ sorting out our sordid lives ♪

♪ It's a bitch ♪
♪ when you come to realize ♪

♪ Crack yourself a box ♪
♪ of Cracker Jacks ♪

♪ You can get ♪
♪ a really shitty prize ♪

♪ It's a bitch ♪
♪ sorting out our sordid lives ♪

♪ Now there's trouble ♪
♪ coming down the chute ♪

♪ To take our first breath ♪

♪ And we struggle for acceptance ♪
♪ from birth to death ♪

♪ But the Lord's too busy ♪
♪ trying to keep ♪

♪ The world on its feet ♪

♪ He ain't got time ♪
♪ to give a damn ♪

♪ About what goes on ♪
♪ between the sheets ♪

♪ Ain't it a bitch ♪

♪ Sorting out our sordid lives ♪

♪ It's a bitch when you ♪
♪ come to realize ♪

♪ Crack yourself ♪
♪ a box of Cracker Jack ♪

♪ You can get a really ♪
♪ shitty prize ♪

♪ It's a bitch sorting out ♪
♪ our sorry, little ♪

♪ Sordid lives ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

- That's real good, Bitsy.
- Thank you, Juanita.

When I was a kid, I was fat.

A fat boy.

Waddle-butt.

That's what the other kids
used to call me.

I just wish they could
see my ass today,

'cause I've worked really hard
on my ass, you know?

Anyway.

One year…

I think I was
in the fifth grade…

My mama took me shopping
for school clothes…

And I had gotten fatter.

I had to try on jeans.

Well, the only ones
that would fit

were the husky ones, you know?

They had that label on the back
that said "husky."

lt was kind of announced
to everyone behind me

I was a husky.

I started crying.

I didn't want everybody
to know I was a husky.

And my mama…

Sat me down right there in Sears

and told me
no one else had to know.

Just me and her.

It was our little secret.

So, she bought the husky jeans.
She took 'em home.

And then she went
to the Goodwill,

and she bought some used jeans.

Well, she took the label
off the husky jeans

and sewed on the "slim" label
from the Goodwill ones.

Slim. Shit.

Like I could pull that off.

It's just the kind of mama
she was though.

Never made me feel bad
about being fat. She…

She always just made it okay.

And I've always thought that
that is unconditional love,

and…

Well, maybe if I told her
I was gay, it'd…

You know, it'd apply.

And this other thought just
keeps running through my head:

she'd just try
and change the labels…

From gay to straight.

I tried to do that for years.

I love your new song.

You gonna sing it
at the dance on Saturday?

That's the plan.

See you boys
in the funny papers.

All right.

I just can't get Peggy
off of my mind, Wardell.

That's some serious-ass shit
you've been through, G.W.

I'm in agony.

Yeah, I can tell.
I remember it so vividly.

We met at the Bonanza
over in Abilene,

had us a nice steak supper.

She followed me
back to the motel.

Jacob's ladder.

Witch's hat.

You do Jacob's ladder,
then witch's hat.

Two tricks in one.

Well, one trick,
and then you do another

by just pulling the string
with your teeth.

You have too much time
on your hands, Odell.

Ain't that somethin'?

You know what I can't
get off of my mind?

Oh, here we go again.

I can't get that pig-bloating
incident off my mind.

What?

Please, G.W.., if I
have to hear

that goddamn pig story again,
I think I'll just shit.

All happened over at
the Tyler County fair.

I guess now's
a good a time as any.

Was that steak tender,

the one you ate
that night Peggy died?

Thank you, hon!
I'll see you at the funeral!

Well, I'll tell you one thing,

I sure as hell
wouldn't have quit smoking

if I had known my sister
was going to die.

Three days now.
I am about to die myself.

H-h-hold on.

Ouch. Oh, Lord.

Huh? Oh, nothing.

Well, if you must know,

it's a little
quit-smoking therapy

that Roger over at
he Beehive shared with me

while he was back-combing
my hair.

He paid $2,000 at this clinic
over in Snyder,

and they give him a rubber band…

told him to pop his arm with it

every time he wanted
a cigarette.

It's called, uh,

behavior modifi-something
another.

Roger can tell ya
the exact wordage.

Anyway, it ain't workin'.

See, I go down to Tyler every
year for the county fair. Broom.

Oh, I just love all them animals
and them displays of macrame…

And the cooking competition
and all.

Besides, it gives me a chance
to see me and Wardell's sister.

I once made a rooster
out of beans and lentils

when I was a girl
in vacation bible school.

- It's almost lifelike.
- Uh-huh.

- How is old Mozelle?
- Oh, she's fine.

Me and Mozelle, we had us some
good times once upon a time.

You know, her and Darrel have
had a bunch of marital problems.

He beat her up a few times.
Tepee.

Mama hung old Cockadoodle
in the kitchen.

That's what I called him.
"Cockadoodle."

That's amazing.

But, uh, boll weevils
started eating them beans.

- And that was all she wrote.
- That's amazing.

You know, any man who
hits a woman is no man at all.

You got that right.

Darrel's in group therapy
for abusive husbands now.

A bunch of wife-beaters
gets together once a week

with this specialist,
and they purge.

Some of them
are deadbeat dads too.

Used to be two groups.

One for wife-beaters
and one for deadbeat dads.

But so many of them crossed over

from one group to the next,
they just merged.

Hey…

They merged and they purged.

I've seen boll weevils in flour,

in, uh, oatmeal
and parik… paprika,

but never on a rooster you made
in vacation bible school.

I probably should have married
Mozelle instead of Noleta,

and then I wouldn't have
been compelled to fool around…

And Peggy would still be alive.

Well, it's just somewhat awkward

when your neighbor's husband
kills your sister.

Oh, Noleta has emerged.

She's throwing all of
G.W.'s stuff out in the yard.

Goddamn sorry,
cheating son of a bitch!

Oh, Lord have mercy on my soul.

There goes the TV.

Life is one big, ol' pile
of shit, Odell.

You know, G.W.,
no offense now, but, uh,

you're starting
to get on my nerves.

I mean,
get off the cross, buddy.

We need the wood.

That was a joke, G.W.

You know, to try
and lift your spirits.

My God. My God.

- Woo-hoo.
- Woo-hoo.

Woo-hoo.

Come on in, Noleta.

Thanks, Sissy.

I brung you this.
It's, uh…

It's my mama's tuna casserole.

You know, the one I always make

with the Lay's potato chips and
the cream of mushroom soup.

Well, that is
mighty nice of you,

given the circumstances and all.

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

Oh, Sissy.

Oh.

I don't know what to do.

Everybody's laughing
at me, Sissy.

G.W.'s made a complete fool
out of me.

- Can I bum a cigarette, please?
- Oh, I quit three days ago.

Threw 'em all out.

Why don't you sit down,

and I'll make you
a nice glass of ice tea.

There you go.

- Would you like a valium?
- Uh-huh.

I know this has to be
awkward for you, Sissy.

I mean, my husband killed
your sister with his, um…

I threw him out. I threw his
sorry ass out, Sissy.

Threw all his stuff
out on the lawn.

If he don't get it by tonight,
I'm gonna have a yard sale.

- But what am I gonna do now?
- Oh, hon.

I mean, I have no skills.
I'm just a mama and a wife.

What the hell
am I supposed to do now?

Aw.

Aw.

Ouch.

Thank you.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be
telling you this.

Should I take one
or two of these?

I'd take two if I was you.

And you'll feel a lot better
when those kick in.

And you can tell me
anything you want, Noleta.

I feel for you.
I do.

This whole thing is just one,
big, unfortunate mess.

Cup and saucer or a pocketbook.

Two tricks in one.
Didn't even use my teeth.

What happened to the pig, Odell?

- The other white meat.
- I'm getting to that, G.W.

I had to go to the can real bad,

on account of the fact
I had one of them corny dogs.

I got real thirsty.

I bought one of them big,
old jumbo sodas

to wash it down with.

So I headed right on down
to them porta-potties.

And I strongly believe

that mama just didn't like
Old Cockadoodle,

and she made up
that boll weevil shit…

Because I sure the hell
never saw no goddamn bugs.

I'm in hell.

Today I was at the Shamrock,
filling up…

I needed one more full tank

for a complete set of them
Dallas Cowboy mugs…

I'm gonna get you
a little refill.

And that trashy thing,
Lynette Walters, was there.

Well, she was there
talking to her friend,

that Gloria
other-piece-of-trash,

old man Holmes's youngest girl,

the one with them
two illegitimate mulatto kids,

and they were staring at me,
pointin', talking all hush-hush.

Those two, all skinny in their
tube tops and short shorts,

like I was some kind
of circus freak or somethin'.

Those two, Sissy, of all people,
like they was better than me.

Well, they're not.

Well, I just went up
to her window, threw down a 20,

didn't wait for my change or my
Dallas Cowboy mug, and left.

- Good.
- Drove down highway 84,

sobbing to high heaven,
going nowhere.

Finally had to pull over 'cause
I couldn't see the road no more.

Aw, hon.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be
telling you all this,

giving you troubles.

You've got enough on your mind.

- Well, I gotta go, Sissy.
- So soon?

The kids get
out of school at 3:00,

and I gotta explain to 'em
about G.W.

I am so sorry about Peggy.

She was a really good woman,
in spite of…

tell Lavonda to call me.
I will.

And those valium ought to
kick in any minute.

Oh, here.

Take these with ya.

I got another bottle.

- Oh, thank you.
- Aw.

Bye-bye, hon.
Thanks for the casserole.

Now you hold your
head up high, ya hear?

- I'll try.
- I mean it.

Oh, shit.

Ouch.

And as I rounded a corner,

these kids was
a-holdin' down that pig…

While they was a-stickin'
a garden hose

down that poor pig's throat,

trying to get it to gain weight
right quick like to qualify.

All for the sake
of a durn blue ribbon.

Oh, those dang kids.

They all looked like
juvenile delinquents to me,

squattin' that pig down there,

shovin' that hose
down his poor throat.

Well, she's just gone crazy
over this whole ordeal.

Who wouldn't?

Uh-uh. No, no. Uh-uh.

No. No, no, no.

No, ma'am.
No, sirree. No.

I don't believe Brother boy
is mentally stable enough

to come to the funeral.

The last time I seen him,
he thought he was Tammy Wynette.

♪ Now and then ♪

♪ Lord, you know ♪
♪ I'll need a friend ♪

♪ Till I get used ♪
♪ to losin' you ♪

♪ Let me keep on usin' you ♪

♪ Till I can make it on my own ♪

Had on a real pretty wig
and a sequin pantsuit though.

And if you'd squint your eyes
and kept a good distance away,

he looked just like Tammy…

ln the early years.

♪ I'll get by ♪

♪ But no matter how I try ♪

Lord, Lord, Lord.

Sometimes I just
can't hardly stand it,

thinking about him
all cooped up like that.

Poor Brother boy.

But at least
he is someplace safe…

Where he will not be ridiculed.

Hey, faggot.
What happened to your hair?

You crazy, cock-suckin',
motherfuckin' faggot.

I'm talking to you.

I can see your pussy.

Oh, I gotta git.

That is Latrelle.

Oh, she does not look happy.

Her and Lavonda have been
arguing all morning long.

I just refuse to
referee anymore.

Sissy!

Thank you.
I-l need those prayers.

Prayers mean so much.
I'll see you at the funeral.

I gotta go.
Bye-bye.

Ouch.

Sissy!

You're just never gonna believe
what she's done now.

You just won't.

- What did she do?
- Lavonda wants to bury Mama…

in that ugly mink stole
with the head still on it.

I know Mama loved that stole,
but, good Lord, Sissy.

- It's 108 degrees out.
- Well, I…

No person should be
wearing a mink stole

in the middle of summer.

- Well, she was…
- It's not appropriate.

Well, I…

It's not right,
and I will not have it!

I hope you'll
support me on this.

I will not have her
making a mockery of my mama

at her one and only funeral.

It's just not gonna happen.

Lord, it's hot in here.
Your air conditioner working?

Well, yeah,
but when it gets like this,

it just don't seem
to help a lick.

Probably needs freon.

Well, I never did like
sister's mink stole noways.

Gave me the heebie-jeebies

with them glass eyes
staring out at ya.

Of course,
she was awful partial to it.

I know it. But it's summer.
Hot, hot summer.

Oh, thank you.

I knew you'd back me on this,
I did. But you know how she is.

She won't listen to me.
Gotta tiddle.

Thank you.

Ouch.

I'm sorry, G.W.,
but the vision…

Of that poor, pitiful pig's
anguished face… it haunts me.

Don't tell me
you ain't finished.

I got sidetracked.
No.

Hey, do you all think
I'm pretty?

Then that poor,
old pig fell over,

started rollin' around,
convulsing.

And then it just
laid down and… and…

And died!
The damn pig died.

Done. Finished. Kaput.
End of story.

Didn't even get
to compete in the fair.

Well, ain't that too damn bad?
Yeah.

I guess life
can go on, huh, G.W.?

Except for the pig's.

Except of the pig's!
Goddamn.

Oh, that's a good 'un. Shit.

- But it ain't funny!
- Yeah, it is.

This is the first time G.W.'s
laughed since Peggy died.

Shit.

Well, I tell you, Latrelle…

now, you know I never say
nothing bad about my sister…

She was like
a second mama to me,

being so much older and all.

But, honey, she just sort of
went a little crazy

towards the end…
after your daddy died.

Just kind of cut loose.

- Started honky-tonking.
- Honky-tonking?

Honky-tonking out at
Bubba's almost every night.

Her best friend toward the end
was Bitsy Mae Harling.

Bitsy Mae Harling who used to
date blacks in high school?

The one and the same.

She's been singing
on the weekends out at Bubba's

since she got out of jail.

- Said she was framed.
- Prison trash.

That's a cigarette cough.

No shit.

You're gonna die of lung cancer
just like Aunt Bertha did.

You mark my word.

Lord, that was an awful death.

She suffered so.

Well, for your information,
miss smarty britches,

I quit smokin' three days ago.

We'll see how long it lasts.

Besides, the damage you've done

to your lungs
is most likely irreparable.

I read all about it

Bitsy Mae Harling and Mama.

Yes, ma'am.

Then the last couple of months

she started carrying on
with G.W. Nethercott.

Shit.

Listen, buddy.
I know how you feel.

I still have nightmares
over that pig myself.

I don't give a shit
about that filthy,

dirty, slop-eatin',
mud-wallerin' pig!

I have killed a woman!

By irresponsibly leaving my legs

in the middle of the motel room

after making long,
passionate love

with the woman of my dreams.

You'll get over that pig, Odell.

I ain't ever gonna
get over killing Peggy.

G.W., take it easy
on yourself, buddy.

She tripped on your legs
on the way to the bathroom.

It was an accident.
It's not your fault.

It could have
happened to anybody.

You mean anybody
with two wooden legs.

Shut up.
Well, they are, Wardell.

I want to remember Mama
the way I want to remember her.

Not shacked up in a motel

with a seedy lowlife
with two wooden legs.

Ooh, apple pie.

Do you want a piece?
No, not right now.

Maybe in a little while.

How's Ty?
ls he still out in Los Angeles?

Uh-huh.

Too busy to come to his one
and only grandmother's funeral.

My grandmother died yesterday…

And I do not want to go
back down to the funeral.

Maybe that's why I'm here.

I just can't be
who I am down there.

At least here I can choose to be

in the places where
I can be who I am.

Down there
I'll have to butch it up.

I just get so tired
of butching it up.

I mean, not that I'm a big,
old girl or anything,

but, you know, it's Texas.

Rednecks.

For the life of me,
I never understood that boy.

Mmm, this pie is good.

Who made this?
Evelyn Crawley.

Oh, maybe I will have
a little piece after all.

I swear, I'm gonna get as big as
Vera Lisso without my nicotine.

Oh, my Lord.
I saw Vera today.

I stopped by the Corner Stop
to get a cold drink.

I had a craving
for something sweet.

- My Lord, she's gotten big.
- You could move in.

Well, I almost didn't
recognize her.

Do you know that she
can't even stand up

behind that cash register
no more?

They had to put in a bar stool
for her to sit on.

And Leticia Bustamante,
that sweet, little Mexican girl

that stocks the shelves,
told me that Tom Ed

had to reinforce
that stool with lug nuts.

I swear!

Oh, Vera's so sweet though.

She used to always slip me
a few extra green stamps.

And she never bothers

to look at the expiration date
on my coupons.

She's my best friend.

But why on God's green earth

would anyone let themselves
get that big?

Well, she says it's glandular.

Glandular.

Oh! Oh,
I saw Ty's Alpo commercial,

the one where the dog
licks his face.

Ooh, that is real cute.
He is so good-lookin'.

- Y'all must be proud.
- Well, we're not.

When I got off the soap,
I rebelled…

And started
seeking out gay roles.

I was always
so scared to play gay.

Scared someone would,

you know, suspect.

After he got off the soap opera,
he started doing theater, Sissy.

Awful. Awful stuff.

I got this play
in this tiny, little theater

known for doing gay plays.

Male nudity, the works.

Every night
the theater was just packed.

It was just one big,
old homo hoedown.

He calls it art.

I call it trash.
Did this one play…

Begged me and Wilson
to come out to Los Angeles

and see him in it.

Well, I was just dying
to see Bernadette Peters

in Annie Get Your Gun.

So I talked Wilson
into going out there.

The play was called…

Oh, I forget the name.

Some musical term.
Allegro. Allegre.

- Crescendo?
- No.

Whatever it was,

it had nothing whatsoever
to do with the subject matter.

And I invited my parents,

Latrelle and Wilson.

Oh, God.
What was I thinking?

Anyhow, the play
was going along all nice-like.

And, all of a sudden, my son…

Walks out on the stage…
Naked.

Buck naked, Sissy.
Oh, sweet Jesus. Naked?

And you could see everything.

His tallywhacker?

Everything.

It was the single, bravest
moment of my life though.

Came out on the stage
completely, balls-out naked.

Hidin' nothin'.

Nothin'.

Then, all of a sudden,

these other boys…

start parading out naked too.

And they start
touching each other,

sexual-like.

I mean, there was
dim lighting and all,

but the provocative movements,

the illusion was complete,
thank you very much.

And he was playing a homosexual.

I had come out to my parents.

Or so I thought.

Wilson walked out early on.

I just looked down
at my lap till it was over.

I have never been
so humiliated in all my life.

Oh, and you know what
he had the audacity to do?

Came up to us after and said,

"So, what did you think?"

What did I think?
What was I supposed to think?

I just stared at him
with my mouth open.

And then he said, "Okay.
Let's go get some dinner."

All through dinner we just
talked about nothin'.

Absolutely nothin'.

Wilson said we're not ever
going back to Los Angeles.

Said it was worse than Dallas.

I raised him
better than that, Sissy.

I did.
Oh, and on top of everything,

When we went to see
Annie Get Your Gun

the next night,

Bernadette Peters
had lost her voice.

And this other girl
that I never heard of in my life

did the role of Annie Oakley,

who they said had once had

a part in
The Bold and The Beautiful,

but I certainly
didn't remember her.

The entire trip
was one big bust.

Well, that's too bad.

Oh, shit.
- Ty.

Sara?
Hi. Um…

I didn't see you there.

Liar.

So, what are you doing here?

Getting my head shrunk.

You think you're the only one
who's screwed up?

Well, I'm coming back
in two hours, double session.

So I win.

How long have you
been coming here?

This is my first session.

You know, I hop around
with these guys.

Yeah. Yeah.
I remember.

Maybe you ought to explore that,
you know, see what it's about.

I've been coming here
about six months now.

She's great.

So, um, how you been?

W-w-what have you been up to?

Oh, you know,
same old, same old.

Auditions, struggling,
waiting tables.

You know, after you kicked me
to the curb

and broke my heart
into a million pieces,

I just started doing
anything I could.

I have finally
finished my musical.

Yeah. I'm showcasing it
over at theater/theater.

Well, that's great.

- You're angry.
- I am not angry.

- I'm sorry.
- No. I mean, I am so over it.

You said you'd call,
keep in touch. You didn't.

Didn't return my calls.
So I just put you in my…

in my loser/flake file.

I'm sorry.

Dr. Applegate keeps telling me

to get in touch
with my real feelings

and to tell the truth
to myself and other people.

So, that's what
I'm doing lately.

Maybe she can help you
do the same.

But after that trip,
I called him, and I told him:

"If you're gonna play
a homosexual,"

don't waste it on theater.

"Win an Academy Award,
for God's sake, like…"

"that famous actor
in that Spider Woman movie,"

"or Tom Hanks
in that other thing"

that I didn't particularly
care for.

- "But don't waste it on…"
- Noleta.

That's Lavonda.

- Morning, Miss Hinkle.
- Oh, hi.

Oh, Lord.
Noleta!

You're gonna back me
on this mink stole thing.

- Well…
- Thank you.

It's me.

I can't believe how she dresses.

In public.

Getting an eyeful, honey?

Struttin' like a bally rooster.

- Well?
- Well, what, Latrelle?

Oh, hello, Sissy.

- How you doing, shug?
- I'm fine.

- Where's the stole, Lavonda?
- On Mama, where it belongs.

Ooh-ee, look at all this food.

You're just doing this
out of spite, Lavonda Jane.

Mama's gonna look like a fool

wearing that fur
in all this heat.

Noleta came by and brought
a tuna casserole,

and I refrigerated it.

She's real worried how this is
gonna affect y'all's friendship.

She kicked G.W. out,
and I gave her some valium.

- That's sweet.
- You mean it's true?

Of course it's true.

There's a police record on it
and everything.

Why wouldn't you
think it was true?

This ain't gonna
affect our friendship.

Well, I told her that,
but she's real worried.

- You ought to go see her.
- I can't believe it.

Did they arrest G.W.?

For what? Leaving two wooden
legs in the wrong place?

No.

They just had
to investigate, you know,

given the circumstances and all.

I read the coroner's report.

Mama hit her head on the sink,

and the blow caused her
brain to be flooded with blood.

She internally hemorrhaged
to death.

Oh.

Subdural hematoma
is what they called it.

- Oh.
- Bless her heart.

They say she never suffered.

I just think
sister felt cooped up

all those years with your daddy.

You know how he was.

She just, you know, had needs.

Needs?

Yes, needs, Latrelle.
Some of us have needs.

It's run in this family.

Although, I'm quite convinced
it must have skipped a gene

or something when you was born.

I have needs too,
I'll have you know.

I just don't make mine public.

I don't recall any of mine
being made in a public place.

Unfortunately,
I can't say the same.

- You are awful.
- Guilty.

Our one and only mama has died,

by tripping over two wooden legs

and hitting her head on the sink
in a seedy motel room,

where she was
committing adultery,

and y'all are laughing!

I don't think it's funny!

Oh, Latrelle.

No! Leave me alone.

I thought you were
gonna back me on this.

Well, I'm sorry, hon,

but I believe
all these decisions

ought to be made
by Sister's kids.

I just decided that right this
very minute on the spot.

Fine.

Well then, I should
be in charge,

and I should
make all major decisions.

Bullshit.

We should all get an equal vote.

Sissy, you ought to
get a vote too.

You've always been more like
a sister to us than an aunt.

I don't really want a vote.

And Brother boy
should get a vote.

Of course, it's hard to vote

when you're locked up
in a loony bin.

- Can't argue with that.
- Would you stop?

I have enough on my mind without
you bringing up Brother boy.

Hmm, dead. Got out.
Don't know how.

- Dead.
- Faggot.

Shoo, Bumper!

Lord!

Just ignore him, honey.
I know I do.

Send him in please, Ethel.

Yes, ma'am.

It'll all turn out, sweetie.

Oh.

Well, I did it.

I walked right down that hall
without my hair on.

I feel naked but I did it.

How are you, Dr. Eve?

Oh, good for you, Earl.

Oh, I'm fine. Sit, please.

That mean security guard Bumper
was catcalling at me,

but I did exactly
what you assigned me to do.

I came in here with one less
item of female attire.

That is if you can
count a wig as attire.

Good for you.

I am so proud of you.

Well, thank you.

I washed and set this an hour
before my appointment.

So I'd have just enough time
to dry it up under my portable,

but I would not have time
to finish fixing it.

So I'd have to bring it
here to my session

to put the finishing touches
on it,

beings as I got a show
after this in the Rec Room.

Can't disappoint my fans.

They're crazy,
but they're loyal.

They're always there.

Maybe that's because
they're locked up

and don't have
anywhere else to go.

That was a joke.
Okay.

I caught your last show.

Woo! That was a little bit
out of control.

Usually I perform after the
patients have been medicated.

If you'd talk to nurse Jackson,

tell her that was a much better
system, I'd sure appreciate it.

I'll see what I can do.

This is a big step, Earl.
Very big.

You coming in
without the wig on,

I believe we have
made some progress.

I gotta tell ya, I feel a little
bit like a whore in church.

You look a little bit
like one too.

That was just
another little joke.

Okay.

No offense.
None taken.

Listen, Dr. Eve, how long
is this gonna take?

It's a regular session,
about 45 minutes.

No, no, no. This whole
dehomosexualization thing.

Because it just seems
to be going at a very slow pace.

Well, Earl, you really haven't
been participating

- I don't have a magic wand.
- I do.

In a drawer
back in my room somewhere.

I got it when I was little.

I used to pretend that
I was Glinda the good witch.

- Earl!
- What?

Could we please just stay
with our session this time?

So sorry.
But, you know, Dr. Eve,

I resent…
I resent you saying that

I am not participating
in my own recovery.

I walked right down that hall
without my hair on.

Came in here looking like
something the cat drug in.

Yes, I know.
And that's good, but, Earl,

in three months, 68 sessions,
this is your very first effort.

Well, I don't like
to rush into things.

And in my own defense,

you did say I have
a severe case of homosexuality.

It's one of the worst
I've ever seen.

And with the transvestism…

Well, it's very,
very complicated.

Well, I am well aware
of that, Dr. Eve.

Now, did you try my
masturbation exercises?

Yes I did.
How did that go?

Well, I…

I did exactly what you
asked me to do.

I started masturbatin'
by fantasizing about a man.

I thought about Wardell
from back home.

Of course you did.

Then I switched to a woman.

Good. Good.

Well, at first I…
I couldn't decide who to use.

I thought about
using Tammy Wynette,

but, oh, that did not
seem right.

I mean, you know,
with her gone, it just…

it's evil and wrong.

Well, Earl,
fantasies are very healthy.

Well, not with dead people.

But there doesn't have to be

anything evil or wrong
about sex.

Well, that's not what
my mama told me, missy.

I miss my mama.

Um…

I haven't seen
Mama in six months…

And four whole days.

My sister Lavonda's been
coming out here to see me.

I know.
we've had several conversations,

and we need to talk about
your mama,

but not till the
end of the session.

My sister Lavonda's wanting to
get me out of here.

I know that,
but you're not ready yet.

When will I be ready?
I've been here for 23 years.

Brother boy thought
he was Tammy Wynette

the last time I seen him.

About a year ago.
Before that it was Loretta.

Didn't he used to
do Kitty Wells too,

way back when?

Oh, my God.
I had forgotten about that.

"It wasn't God who made
Honky Tonk Angels."

- That is a good song.
- Mm-hmm.

You know, somebody ought
to redo that.

I believe that Trisha Yearwood

could just sing
the shit out of that song.

- You eat with that mouth too?
- Mostly.

Loretta was always
my favorite though.

I swear, in that getup
and that big, ol' white gown,

Brother boy was
her spittin' image.

You know, Sissy Spacek could not

hold a candle
to Brother boy's Loretta.

Mm-mmm. No.
She could not.

When he'd pretend to sing
along to those records,

you almost forgot.

Lord, he could tear up

"You Ain't Woman Enough."

Woo-hoo.

I gotta tell you,

about the only thing
that has kept me sane…

has been my career.

My country Queens.

Kitty and Loretta.
Then Tammy came along.

Lord, I felt like
I had found my soul mate.

I followed her rise
all the way to the top.

She had such a rough life.

Oh. Illness after illness
and financial woes.

And George Jones was a drunk.

Mm. Tortured genius.

- Earl.
- Then they exhumed her.

What ever happened to
"rest in peace"?

Just dug her up.

Earl, please!

- You always do this.
- Oh.

You get extremely sidetracked
in our sessions,

and I truly believe

it's so you won't have
to face the truth.

You are living
your life vicariously

through Tammy Wynette,
and that is just not healthy.

Well, somebody has got
to carry on the legacy.

Now that… Now that she's gone.

Earl, you've been
doing this for over 20 years.

What was your excuse
before she died?

My mind's a blank.

Well, it has to stop.
It's just not healthy.

It gets me through this hell.

All right? Locked up here

with a bunch of Looney Tunes
like I'm crazy?

Tammy Wynette gets me
through life, Dr. Eve.

And now you're trying to take

her precious, precious, precious
memory away from me.

I just…

I don't think I can take it.

Oh, you remember that year

that Brother boy
was in the Christmas pageant?

Oh, Lord, yes. He couldn't have
been more than five or six.

And he talked Wanda Jean Hilltop
into switching parts with him.

And Wanda Jean
showed up as a shepherd,

and Brother boy prissed in
as the Virgin Mary.

Oh, well, honey,

you know that Wanda Jean lives
with a woman over in Abilene,

and she delivers for the UPS.

Oh, it all tracks back.

- Who cares?
- Me and Sissy.

Why?

'Cause he's my
baby brother, Latrelle.

- And I want to get him out.
- Out?

Let's go back to
the masturbation exercises,

shall we?

Okay.

Now, when you
switched to a woman,

who did you fantasize about?

You.

I masturbated,

and I fantasized about you.

Oh.

Well.

Well, well, well.

My.
Thank you.

Well, actually,
it didn't turn out so good.

When I switched over to you,
I got kind of nauseous,

and, uh, I don't mean
to be ugly, but…

It sort of went south,
if you know what I mean.

I'm sorry.

Oh, that's okay.
Don't worry about it.

So, did you try again?
No. I threw up.

Then I wasn't
in the mood no more.

You know, Dr. Eve, I think next
time I'm gonna masturbate,

and I'm gonna fantasize
about a woman

that's a little bit
more masculine.

Um, oh!
How about, uh…

What's her name?

Oh, Miss Jane Hathaway
from The Beverly Hillbillies.

She's kind of manly.

Earl, that is not the point!

Well, I'm sorry. I'm not quite
sure what the point is.

The point is for you to start
fantasizing about a woman.

A real woman. A woman who is
feminine and sexy and all woman.

Not some butch stick of a woman
like Miss Jane Hathaway,

who could be a man in drag,
for all we know.

Well, I don't know about that.

I don't think a man in drag
would go out looking that bad.

I mean, even when Jethro
portrayed Jethrine.

Oh.

I don't know what to do
with you anymore, Earl.

I'm at my rope's end.

I try and I try
to make progress… and nothing!

You are not participating
in your own recovery!

I called the institution
this morning.

- You what?
- You called 'em?

Called 'em.
He needs to know about Mama.

They said that now
that Mama was dead

that you and me are responsible.

If we sign the proper papers,
we can get him out.

He can live with me.

I just think that he
ought to be here

for his own mama's funeral.

I think Lavonda might be right.

Well, I don't.

W can't have Brother boy
at the funeral.

He'll be a spectacle.

Mama's death is enough
of an embarrassment

without having Brother boy
at the funeral.

In case you're forgetting,
he's crazy.

Brother boy is not crazy.

There's something wrong
with him up here,

and you know it.

I'm not sure what's wrong
with him is up there.

The only thing wrong with him,
if it's wrong,

is that he likes to dress up
like a woman.

- That's wrong.
- According to who, Latrelle?

According to the Bible.
According to God.

Off and runnin'.

You mean to tell me that there
is a scripture that says…

men shalt not dress up in women's clothes?
- Y'all!

- Maybe you're crazy, Latrelle.
- Lavonda!

I'm not the one who
wants to bury a woman

in a mink stole
in the middle of a heat wave.

Mama loved that stole, Latrelle.

Yes. And she had
the good fashion sense…

not to wear it
in the summertime.

Sissy! Sissy!

Say something!
I thought you were on my side!

I am not on anybody's side!

I don't care, quite frankly!

I am trying to quit smokin'!

And the two of you
are gettin' on my nerves!

And my arm hurts.

It don't matter if Sister
wears that mink stole or not…

Because she is dead.

And she's gonna
be buried shortly,

And everybody will just forget
about it in no time flat anyway.

It don't matter!

So just hush up!

Both of ya!

You wanna know why she don't
want Mama buried in that stole?

No! I don't want to know!

'Cause she wants it for herself.

Why would I, of all people,
want that mangy, old mink stole?

It's an antique
and it's valuable.

And that stole
is in real good shape.

Please.

Don't try to deny it, Latrelle.

But that is your specialty,
IF I'M NOT MISTAKEN: denial.

What are you talking about?
Denial about what?

Denial about everything.
About how Mama died.

And about why you
want to keep Brother boy

cooped up like some damn animal.

And why is that, pray tell?
Never mind.

No, I want to hear this.

Look, all I am saying is that

you know how close
me and Ty are…

Don't you dare bring my son
into this sordid picture.

What does my son
have to do with this?

All I'm saying is that Ty has
more in common with Brother boy

than you're willing to admit.
- Oh, Lord.

I think you blame Brother boy
for the way Ty is.

Ty isn't anything. So you just
shut your mouth about my son.

I went out to LA
to see a play he was in.

You did what?
I went out to LA.

To see Staccato.
Opening night.

And he was real good.

Sissy, the play was spectacular.

It was very… sensuous,

with a powerful message.

And I went out afterwards
with Ty and the all-male cast,

and we went to an all-male bar…

My son is not a homosexual!
So shut up.

- I don't wanna hear this.
- You're in denial, Latrelle.

I am not in denial.

Would you quit
saying I'm in denial?

- I am not in denial.
- All right. I'll quit!

But it ain't gonna
change the truth.

I don't wanna hear the truth!

Did you ever think
I don't wanna know the truth?

Hey. Hey.

Shh.

It's okay. Oh.

I'm sorry.

Well, I never would
have quit smoking

if I'd have known sister
was going to die.

♪ I was standing ♪

♪ By my window ♪

♪ On one cold ♪

♪ And cloudy day ♪

♪ When I saw the hearse ♪

♪ Come rolling ♪

♪ For to carry ♪

♪ My sister away ♪

♪ Will the circle ♪

♪ Be unbroken ♪

♪ By and by, Lord ♪

♪ By and by ♪

♪ There's a better home ♪

♪ Awaiting ♪

♪ In the sky, Lord ♪

♪ In the sky ♪

♪ I will follow ♪

♪ Close behind her ♪

♪ Try to hold on ♪

♪ And be brave ♪

♪ But I cannot ♪

♪ Hide my sorrow ♪

♪ When they lay her ♪

♪ In her grave ♪

♪ Will the circle ♪

♪ Be unbroken ♪

♪ By and by, Lord ♪

♪ By and by ♪

♪ There's a better home ♪

♪ Awaiting ♪

♪ ln the sky, Lord ♪

♪ ln ♪

♪ The sky ♪

When I was on the soap,

I'd do interviews,
you know, press.

And I did this one with this
hysterically funny, queeny guy

from Soap Opera Digest.

I don't know.
I-l dropped my guard.

Started being, you know, me.

Suddenly we were just laughing,

talking about Madonna's new
"Ray of Light" video.

You know, her new black hair.

And had she had
plastic surgery or not,

'cause she looked so great,
or was it just her newfound

spirituality and motherhood
agreeing with her,

or just good lighting?

Well, this is not a conversation

that a couple of straight men
would be having.

And he leaned in to me,
and he said,

"I'm glad you're one of us."

I just looked at him…

and realized I had fucked up.

So I put it back on,
you know, the butch thing.

And I said, "I don't know
what you're talking about."

And he just said, "That's okay."

I understand."

"That's okay. I understand."

Well, they do not
understand down there.

Do you know what
you're doing to me?

No.

I have a book deal,
pending on my success with you.

Ooh.
Simon & Schuster.

And you're my
ace in the hole, Earl.

If I can dehomosexualize you,
I can dehomosexualize anyone.

That would mean my theory works.

And I'd be famous.
I'll be on talk shows.

But you're not helping me, Earl!

Well, I tried.

I did them stupid
masturbation exercises.

I can't help it
if you don't float my boat.

And I walked right down
that hall without my hair on,

everybody catcalling at me,
making fun.

Just-just looking like
some kind of a damn fool.

You always look like a fool.

Well, that's not very nice.

"Nice." "Nice."

I don't give a shit
about "nice," Earl.

I am on a deadline.

This has got to work, so I can
get out of this shithole

and get on Oprah.

Is… ls that so complicated?

Is that too much to ask for?

No.

Can you just get that
through your head?

Or has the heat from
all the wigs all these years

caused you some kind
of brain damage?!

Oh, you're starting to scare me.

And I don't particularly
care being called a fool.

- I need a tissue.
- No!

And don't start
blubbering again,

because I am not in the mood.

Well, I just… don't…

Consider myself a fool, Dr. Eve.

I consider myself
a lot of things,

but I do not
consider myself a fool.

His name was Ben Flack.

The guy from Soap Opera Digest.

Oh, Ben just loved our show.

Kind of became
a friend of the cast.

He'd come and hang out
at the set…

And parties and stuff.

But he stopped coming around,
and my friend Bobbie Eaves…

she played my fiancée
on the show…

won the Emmy…
'cause they killed me off.

She got to play grief
for six months.

Anyway, Bobbie told me
that Ben was sick.

And he didn't want any of us
to come to see him,

so I sent him a card…

Just telling him that I missed
seeing him around and…

Just hoped
he was feeling better.

The new meds,

they don't work
for everyone, you know.

And he wrote me back.

He said, "Ty Williamson",

"You're a beautiful man.

"So talented.

"Your soul runs deep,

"and you ain't
hard on the eyes either.

I'm glad I knew you.
Love, Ben."

"Glad I knew you."

Past tense.

Then there was: "P.S.,
Come out, come out"

"wherever you are
and get happy."

But I can't.

'Cause I care too much.

Especially down there in Texas.

Why do I care?

Why the fuck do I care?

I'll tell you another thing
I can't get off of my mind.

Oh, hell.
That 1100-pound man.

I swear to Christ,
if you tell that one again,

I'm gonna beat you
half to death.

They had to rescue him…

Put your hands over your heads
and don't anybody make a move!

Right now! Move it!

Noleta, what the hell
you think you're doing, woman?

We just watched
Thelma and Louise

and we're pissed.

At men.

All men!
Especiallyt the three of y'all.

- Hey, Juanita.
- Hey, sugar. How you doing?

What are you pissed at me for?
What'd I ever do?

You live and breathe, Odell.

So just shut up
and stop asking questions.

- We'll ask the questions, okay?
- Okay!

You make me sick, G.W.

Just lookin' at you makes me
wanna kill you dead.

- Come on, Noleta. Now…
- It's Thelma!

I thought I was Thelma.

No. Thelma's the one
with the shitty husband.

Hey, I said
hands over your head, G.W.

You too, Wardell!
I mean it. Now.

- Okay. Okay.
- Well, hello there, Wardell.

Hi, Lavonda.
You're lookin' good.

Yeah?
Well, I work at it.

So, you and your
nitwit brother over there

beat up any queers lately?

- Hey, I ain't no nitwit.
- Liar!

- Y'all are drunk.
- No shit. I'm on valium too.

Thirty-two-o-nine.
Thirty-two-o-nine.

Lavonda, I feel real bad over
that incident with Brother boy.

- Ohh. You feel bad, huh?
- Yeah.

- He feels bad.
- Bad.

You feel bad and he's rotting in
a crazy farm because of you!

Well, big deal, Wardell.
It's time to get even.

That happened over 20 years ago!
I don't wanna hear about it,

so you just shut the hell up.

- And I mean it.
- Okay. Okay. Don't shoot.

I don't like this.

I don't know why you boys
are peeing in your Wranglers.

Them guns ain't loaded.

And even if they was,

they wouldn't have
the gumption to shoot.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!
ln the words of Thelma,

"I think I got a knack
for this shit."

You sure do.
That was a nice shot, Thelma.

Thanks, Louise,
but I was aiming for his head.

- Now, come on, Noleta.
- It's Thelma, you shithead!

Okay! Okay! Thelma then!

Now, listen. I know I messed up,
but what you gotta understand

is that I wasn't exactly getting
what a man needs at home.

- What?
- Uh-oh.

Ooh.

I hope you're not gonna try
to justify your actions, G.W.,

'cause, buddy boy, you don't
have a leg to stand on.

Except them wooden ones.

Oh! That's a good one!

What we need to do, you and I…

Shut up until I say otherwise,

'cause I have something
I gotta say.

Why'd you do it, G.W.?

That's what I'm trying to…

Don't answer that.
Just think about it.

Do you know what it feels like
to be humiliated?

Just…

Don't answer that!
Just think about it!

Well, I do.

I can't even go out in my
own hometown anymore,

because everyone knows.

Everybody's out there
pointing and whispering.

"There she is.
Poor pitiful thing.

Bless her heart."

God! White trash even feel
sorry for me.

That's true.
That's very, very true.

I mean, everybody knows
that you were carrying on

with my best friend's mother.

And that coulda really ruined

me and Lavonda's friendship,
you know?

- Did you think about that?
- I…

Don't answer that!
Just think about it!

But it didn't.
And you know why?

Because we're big enough
not to let it.

Mm. You got that right.

Ooh. You know,
he shouldn't have said that.

- What'd you say?
- I said…

You're certainly big enough.

Why do you think I did it?
You got as big as a barn.

And who the hell wants
to climb that mountain?

I am on a diet, you asshole!

That's it!
Take off your shirt!

What?

Take off your damn shirt.
I mean it.

- I'll blow your head right off.
- Okay. Okay.

You too, boys.
Take off your shirts.

- What are y'all doing?
- Getting even.

What the hell
are you waitin' on, Odell?

Okay! Okay!

- Oh! This is gettin' good.
- Take off that one too.

No. What this is gettin'
is ridiculous.

Ridiculous?
You wanna hear ridiculous?

- Okay.
- It's ridiculous…

for you to bitch about my weight

when you go around lookin'
like you're six months pregnant!

I mean, look at that gut,
Lavonda!

Lord. It's time
to butcher that hog.

He's sucking in too.

I raised your kids, G.W.

I was as faithful
as the day was long.

Cooked you supper every night.

And you just shit all over
our wedding vows.

You just shit all over 'em!

And I've lost weight!

We did Jenny Craig's,
lost 42 pounds.

Forty-two goddamn pounds!

And he didn't even notice!
Never even said one thing!

Yeah, well, that'd kinda
be like the Titanic

losing a couple of deck chairs.

You know, you really
are a shit, G.W.

Hold this for me.

I just wonder what my mama
saw in your sorry ass anyway.

Look at me.

Damn!

Too late.
Take off your pants, G.W.

What? I ain't gonna…

Take off your goddamn pants!

- Whoo!
- Aah!

I'd take 'em off if I was you.

Okay. Okay.

I'm taking 'em off.
Shit.

You too, boys.

Quit your grinnin'
and drop your linen.

- What did I do to deserve this?
- You ruined my brother's life.

You and this nitwit brother
of yours. So just take 'em off!

I ain't no nitwit.

I don't much appreciate
you callin' me that.

How about half-wit?

I don't like that either.
Okay.

There. You satisfied?

You ain't satisfied me in years.

- This ain't right, Lavonda.
- I loved you, Wardell.

You had to go and ruin it all

by beating the shit
out of Brother boy.

I beat the shit out
of Brother boy

because you told me
he was in love with me.

You know what my mama said

the day the sheriff brought him
home all beat to a pulp?

- Huh? Do ya?
- No, I don't.

She said, "Well, this just
proves my point."

"He can't live
in regular society"

like a normal human being.

"'Cause it's just too dangerous."

And the very next day,

Her and Daddy drove
him over to Big Spring…

And signed the papers for him
to rot in that crazy farm.

You ruined his life, Wardell!

So what do you
wanna talk about now?

What are you doing, Dr. Eve?

More therapy.

What are you thinking
right now, Earl?

I was wondering
where you got that bra.

I want you to fuck me, Earl,

because quite frankly I think
it's time you fuck a woman.

Oh, dear sweet Jesus.

- Come on.
- No, I don't think I can.

Yes. You can. Just like that
little engine that could.

Say it, Earl. "I think I can."

- I think I can…
- That's it.

- Now, let's go. Fuck me!
- Oh, I don't think I can!

Yes, you can, Earl.
I can change any man.

Just look at these, Earl.
Just look at 'em.

Ohh. Do you have any Mylanta?

- Fuck me, Earl. Fuck me now!
- Oh, my God, Dr. Eve!

You don't have on any panties!

I know. Now take
yours off and fuck me, Earl!

No, I can't. I can't because
I-I'm about to throw up.

I'd throw up all over you.
I had enchiladas for lunch. Oh!

Oh, shit! You are just one
hopeless pathetic freak!

Shit!

Oh, now, come on, boys.
You can do better than that.

Put your arms around each other.

Act like you love one another.
Come on.

That's good. That's good.
Yeah, get in there.

Okay.

G.W., look longingly
into Wardell's eyes,

like you did with that tramp
you cheated on me with.

Hey. That was my mama.

I'm sorry.
Do it, G.W.!

- Ohh. Oh, these are good!
- Oh, honey.

They sure are!

Shit. Are we done yet?

Almost. Just as soon as you

reach over and kiss Odell
on the mouth.

Okay. That's it.

Just shoot me. Go ahead.

Just kill me dead
right here and now,

because I'll be damned
if I'm gonna kiss Odell.

Shut up, G.W., and take your
punishment like a man!

Like a man?
Like a man?!

That would be
a little hard to do, Wardell,

while wearing a black brassiere!

You made your bed, so why don't
you just by God lay in it?

Maybe she's doing you a favor,
did you ever think of that?

A favor? What the hell are you
talking about? A favor?

What I'm saying is

at least she's getting even
right after it happened.

I beat the shit out of
my little homo best friend,

sent him packing
to the loony bin

for the rest of his life…

And I have been
carrying that guilt

for some 20-odd years now.

Wish you had
done this sooner, Lavonda.

Maybe by now my life would be
just a little bit better.

And maybe your life
will be better too,

for wearing that pretty little
lacy black brassiere.

That is all I'm saying.

What can I do, Lavonda?
Huh?

What can I do to make it better?

What can I do for you?

Shit. What can I do
for Brother boy?

There's gotta be
something I can do.

Please tell me what.

There ain't nothing
you can do, Wardell.

Not now.

- I-I'm so sorry.
- Yeah?

Well, I just wish
Brother boy knew.

Yeah. Me too.

Well, I think we have
done some good here today.

I feel like I've been to church.

Amen. Praise Jesus.

Let me get my pictures.
You feed the jukebox.

It's time for a little dancin'!

- Dancing?
- These are good.

Here's a good un.
You boys are real photogenic.

Okay, G.W.

You and Odell dance
and then we'll be gone.

Son of a bitch.

I'll be the man.

Lookin' like that?

You know,
he never took me dancing.

Not once.

- And that hurts.
- Men!

Okay, Wardell.

Ask Odell if you can cut in.

Go ahead on.
lt'll ease that guilt.

All right.
And I'll gladly do it.

- Odell.
- Yeah?

- Can I cut in?
- Sure thing.

Oh, shit.

♪ But if you love him ♪

I had to do it, Wardell.

- For Brother boy.
- I'm glad you did.

- I feel better now.
- Oh, for shit's sake.

- Hey, Louise!
- Yeah, Thelma?

Hey, let's go on over to
Tiny's Liquors and stick him up.

He shortchanged me last week.

Why that son of a bitch.
Let's go.

No! Wait! Girls!

I'll drive the getaway car.

Y'all are drunk.

Well, come on, honey!

Get on out there.
Can you drive a stick?

You better believe it!

There's Bitsy!

- Damn.
- Oh, hey.

Oh, shit.

I ain't saying a word.

To each his own, Odell.

I'm never gonna
get out of here, am I?

Shut up!
Damn sob sister.

They're never gonna
let me outta here.

I can't pass any of your tests.

If you can't be
homosexual as me,

they're never gonna
let me out of here.

Nope. You're stuck.

Stuck here forever.

Mm. Just like me.

Stuck here forever.

Like a monkey in a zoo.

I really don't see
anything funny, Dr. Eve.

Oh, well, I do.

Oh.

I almost forgot.
Your mama died.

What?

What?

Your mama died.

Mama's dead?

As a goddamn doornail.

Oh, my God.

My mama's dead.

Hmph. Well, I quit crying.
I'm not even crying.

When Tammy Wynette died,

I sobbed like a baby
for days and days,

but my mama's dead,
I'm not even sad.

Why, Dr. Eve?
Why?

- Beats the hell outta me.
- Ohh.

Okay. Session's over.

What?

You drop a bombshell on me,

you tell me that my mama's dead,
then just say, "Session's over"?

Hey. I'm beat, okay?

You think this is easy?

Now get your little
monkey ass outta here.

And next time, please,

make more of an effort
with my masturbation exercises.

Yes, ma'am.

And show up with no wig
and no makeup.

It is time you start…

Participating in my
own recovery.

Because I am at my rope's end
with you, Earl. I'm fed up!

- Do you understand?
- Yes, ma'am.

I'm, uh…

I'm sorry.
I-I'm so sorry.

Uh, I'm gonna do my best.

No.

No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

What did you say?

I said, "No."

I'm not gonna do it,
'cause I don't understand…

I…
I'm not gonna show up wigless.

I'm not gonna show up
without my face on.

And I sure as hell

am not gonna do them
stupid masturbation exercises

If I can't at least
masturbate and fantasize

about a woman that's manly!

You will if I say you will!

No! I won't!

And you can't make me.

I'm not doing nothing else
you say, Dr. Eve.

Do you hear me?
Nothing.

If I am stuck in this shithole
for the rest of my life,

then I am not participating
in my own recovery.

And you can't make me.

And you wanna know my opinion?

I think you're nothing
but a flat-out evil, bitter,

mean, old, alcoholic sex fiend

who needs a lifetime
of therapy herself!

I'm in therapy,
you little faggot!

Well, it ain't a-workin'!

Now, if you'll please excuse me,

I got a show to do!

♪ Now, when the Lord ♪

♪ Dips us in the gene pool ♪

♪ We get more ♪

♪ Than Granny's green eyes ♪

♪ We get Mama's warmth ♪
♪ and our Daddy's cool ♪

♪ And that thing ♪
♪ between our thighs ♪

♪ That's the start ♪
♪ of all this trouble ♪

♪ ln our sordid lives ♪

- ♪ Ain't it a bitch ♪
- Bitch!

♪ Sortin' out our sordid lives ♪

- ♪ It's a bitch ♪
- Bitch!

♪ When you come to realize ♪

♪ Crack yourself ♪
♪ a box of Cracker Jack ♪

♪ You could get ♪
♪ a really shitty prize ♪

- ♪ It's a bitch ♪
- Bitch!

♪ Sortin' out our sorry, ♪
♪ little ♪

♪ Sordid lives ♪

Did you see Tiny's
big ol' red face when I said,

"This is for
shortchanging me, asshole."

Acted like he was
gonna have a heart attack.

Oh, fuck yeah.

Need a drink.

Hey, hon.
What you in for?

I caught my husband cheatin'
on me with my sister Jeanetta.

So when he went to sleep,

I got him hard…

And super-glued
his dick to his stomach.

- He pressed charges.
- Mm-mm-mmm.

You, what are you gonna
do if your ears,

your eyes fail you?

You're not gonna see
or hear the signs of satan.

It feels good.

I have a fish in my ear!
I can't… help me! Please!

When you're staring
face-to-face with satan herself.

The Lord Jesus Christ,
my personal savior…

We gonna have a show now!
Settle down, y'all!

You gonna let that boy
into your heart.

That's what you're gonna do.

Ladies and gentlemen,

please make welcome the
first lady of country music,

Miss Tammy Wynette!

Thank you. Thank y'all.

Thank you. Lt is so nice to be
back here at the Opry tonight.

This one…

…is for George Jones.

♪ I'll need time ♪

♪ To get you off my mind ♪

♪ And I may sometimes ♪
♪ bother you ♪

♪ Try to be in touch with you ♪

♪ Even ask too much of you ♪

♪ From time to time ♪

♪ Now and then ♪

♪ Lord, you know ♪
♪ I'll need a friend ♪

♪ Till I get ♪
♪ used to losin' you ♪

♪ Let me keep on usin' you ♪

♪ Till I can make it on my own ♪

♪ I'll get by ♪

♪ But no matter how I try ♪

♪ There'll be times ♪
♪ you know I'll call ♪

♪ Chances are ♪
♪ my tears will fall ♪

♪ And I'll have ♪
♪ no pride at all ♪

♪ From time to… ♪

Don't kill me, Daddy!

Everybody, hands up!
Nobody move!

- Daddy, don't kill me!
- I mean it!

It's Jesus!
I told you he was coming!

Everybody stay back!

- Wardell?
- Brother boy.

Oh, no! You…

My hair fell off. You can't…
Oh, my God. No. Don't look.

So this is Wardell.

Um, I've heard a lot
about you, Wardell.

Dr. Eve Bolinger.

What I need for you
and everybody else

is just to stand back

and stay calm till we're out
of here so nobody'll get hurt.

I don't think I'd mind
gettin' hurt

by a big ol'
handsome cowboy like yourself.

- Back off, bitch.
- Excuse me?

You heard me.

You get your
damn paws off of him

and you get the hell
on outta here.

Like I'm scared of you,
you little monkey freak.

Hey!
Don't talk to him like that.

Shoot her, Wardell.
Shoot her in the head.

- Go on! Git!
- Get the hell on outta here!

- Brother boy.
- Wardell.

- I'm sorry.
- Ohh.

Uh…
It's-it's okay.

I'll never hurt you again.

And I won't let
anybody else hurt you, either.

I'm taking you home now.

You're, um…

- You're taking me home?
- That's right.

Dear sweet Jesus.

I'm going home.

Come on. Come on. Let's go.

You stay back.

- Stay back!
- Bumper, grab him!

- Come on!
- Give me the gun!

Come on! I know the way!

- Hurry! Go on! Go!
- Keep runnin'.

Shit!

Hyah!

Where'd they go?

Hey! Come back here,
you little faggot!

If I'd known you was comin',
I'd have wore flats.

- Come back here!
- Oh!

Oh! Whoa!

Hey!
Goddamn it.

Shit!

Here we go.
Run, run, run! Fast! Run fast!

Stop or I'll shoot!
Goddamn it!

Asshole!
Ow!

Do you see my pussy now?
Ha!

Haul ass, Wardell.

After I left your office,

I just went home,
laid down on the couch,

and just started
drifting, you know…

let my mind float
from place to place.

And I just wondered
what my life would have

been like if I'd been
honest with myself…

And everybody else.

That's when I decided
I'm not going back down

to my grandmother's funeral,

basically because I'm gay
and I don't wanna deal.

Then I started feeling guilty.

And I prayed.

I don't know why.

I haven't prayed in years,
but I asked for a sign.

You know, just like I did
when I was a kid,

back when I went to church…

when I believed.

And this feeling of peace,

of serenity,

just swept over my entire body.

When I was a little boy,

I just loved church.

But I stopped going.

Because how do you
embrace something

that doesn't embrace you.

But lately…

I've been missing God.

So I finally prayed.

Then…

I just opened up my eyes
and flipped on the TV.

Wizard of fuckin' Oz was on.

Right at the part
where Glinda's singing,

"Come out, Come out,
Wherever you are."

I swear to God.

So I got up and I just went
straight over to the theater.

It was this quest.
It was this spiritual quest.

♪ Helplessly I watch ♪

♪ Both girls and guys ♪
♪ cruise you ♪

♪ So please ♪
♪ please don't be gay ♪

♪ We don't wanna lose you ♪

Too late, honey.

♪ It makes me sad… ♪
Okay, kids. Let's take ten.

And then we start the second
act run-through. That was great.

- I wasn't flat?
- Not at all.

I got such a fuckin' headache.
We got any Motrin?

I got some of that
generic shit in my bag.

Sara?

Don't tell me.

You've come to beg forgiveness,
ask me to marry you,

and we will run off
and live happily ever after.

Look. I basically came by
just to say that I'm sorry…

And to tell you something.

Okay.

Sara, you are such a great girl.

I know.

And the reason
that I broke up with you…

is be…

It wasn't…
Oh. I'm gay.

- I know.
- You know?

Most people do.

Oh, God.

It's okay.

You're-you're Ty.

Okay. Look.
So we can't run off together,

have wild sex and get married.

Whatever.

But you know what really hurt me

is that you just dismissed me
from your life.

And you have to understand,
if someone loves you, Ty,

they're not gonna toss you out
just because you're gay,

because of who you are.

I'm so sorry.

You don't have to be.
It's okay.

♪ I've wandered far ♪

♪ Away from God ♪

♪ Now I'm comin' home ♪

♪ The paths of sin ♪

♪ Too long I've trod ♪

♪ Lord, I'm comin' home ♪

♪ I've wasted ♪
♪ many precious years ♪

♪ Now I'm comin' home ♪

♪ I repent ♪

♪ With bitter tears ♪

♪ Lord, I'm comin' home ♪

♪ Comin' home, yeah ♪

♪ I'm comin' home ♪

♪ Nevermore to roam ♪

♪ Open wide ♪

♪ Thine arms of love ♪

♪ Lord, I'm comin' home ♪

♪ Comin' home, yeah ♪

♪ I'm comin' home ♪

♪ Nevermore to roam ♪

♪ Open wide ♪

♪ Thine arms of love ♪

♪ Lord, I'm comin' home ♪

♪ Comin' home ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm comin' home ♪

♪ Nevermore to roam ♪

♪ Open wide thine arms of love ♪

♪ Lord ♪

♪ I'm comin' ♪

♪ Home ♪

Hey.

I guess you don't mind
if I smoke.

It just wasn't the right time
to quit, with you dyin' and all.

I only lasted three days.

I failed again.

But after five husbands,
what else is new?

It has not been
a good day, Sister.

And I am blaming you!

I am!
I can't help it!

Now, you know that
I am not one to judge.

And quite frankly,
I was glad that you cut loose

and had some fun
towards the end.

But I wish you
had been more careful.

I mean, you turn on a light

when you get up
to go to the bathroom!

Especially in a strange
motel room.

If you are gonna have affairs,
you have got to be more careful!

Of course, this is useless
information for you now.

I don't know why the hell
I'm wasting my breath.

"Jesus called,
Peggy answered."

Ohh.

Oh, God.

You look real good.

I loved you, Sister.

I did. I do.

- Sissy!
- Oh! Good Lord, Latrelle!

Don't you have better sense
than to yell at somebody

when they're talkin'
to a corpse?

We got a situation.

Mama's funeral starts in 30
minutes and Lavonda is in jail.

In jail?
What on earth for?

She and Noleta Nethercott
held up Tiny's Liquor Store

and they're both in jail.

Juanita Bartlett
drove the getaway car.

- She's in jail too.
- Oh, my Lord.

Now, I need you to get
down there and bail her out.

Here.
Nine-hundred dollars cash.

Had to go to the bank.
Now go on.

Okay.

Aah! Wait!
Come back!

Hurry!

You gotta help me
get off this stole.

Ohh.

♪ Get off the cross ♪

♪ Honey, we need the wood ♪

Peggy!

Peggy!

One, two, three.

I got it! I got it!

Good. Good job.

Now go get Lavonda.

Oh! Wait!

Take the stole, throw it in the
trunk of your car. Go! Hurry!

I'm hurrying!

♪ Get off the cross ♪
Peggy!

Ohh. Hey, G.W.,
how are you?

Peggy!

Quit that screaming
right now, G.W.

I'm gonna burn up my legs!

Show some respect,
for crying out loud!

Burn the son of a bitches up!

Quit using such vulgar language
in the church house.

You're the only woman
I ever loved.

You are drunk.
I want you out.

- Peggy. Peggy.
- Now, go on.

I have no use for you,
you understand?

- Who the hell are you?
- I'm Latrelle.

- Wha…
- Peggy's good girl.

Oh, the tight-ass.

Well, I'm gonna burn 'em up
like firewood.

And don't you tell me I'm not.

Well!

I'm gonna douse them
with lighter fluid

and light 'em up
in front of God and Peggy

so she can witness it
and see how sorry I am.

She can't witness anything,
G.W., 'cause she's dead.

I know she's dead.

It's all on account of these
sorry-ass legs of mine.

Sissy!

Baby,

I'm gonna do it for you, Peg.

Right now.
You'll see.

- No! No!
- Yes! Yes!

- No! No! No, no, no!
- Oh, yes!

- Oh, yeah.
- The day has been hard enough.

These damn childproof lighters.

Go on!
Get Noleta now!

Okay. I'll git.

But first I wanna say something
to Peggy, okay?

I wanna say my farewell…

to the only woman I ever loved.

Okay.
Well, you just go on now.

Make it quick, and I mean it.

Peggy, Peggy, Peggy,

Peggy, Peggy, Peggy, Peggy.

Peggy, Peggy, Peggy.

I can't think of
nothing else to say.

It's probably for the best.
Now, go on. Now, git!

Can I have
my lighter fluid back?

No!

Now, you have
a family to support, G.W.

Think of your family.
You need your legs.

Now, go get Noleta out of jail.
Go on!

Life is one big ol'
pile of shit, Latrelle!

Well, he's right about that.

Ooh! I could just…
kill you, Mama…

if you weren't already dead.

What got into you, Mama?

Why on earth
would you run around

with the likes
of Bitsy Mae Harling?

A convict!

And G.W. Nethercott,

Who just tried to set fire

to his wooden legs
in the church house

to make amends for killing you.

That is not a smart man, Mama.

You taught us not to cavort
with trash like that.

How could you leave me
in a quandary like this?

Mama?

- Ty!
- I made it.

- Oh, Ty. You did!
- I made it after all.

Oh, honey, thank you.

Oh. Let me look at you.

- Are you okay?
- Okay?

Okay?
No, Ty, I am not okay.

I have had a horrible,
horrible day.

But you're here now.
Things are lookin' up.

Mama, I'm gay.

You don't know what
I've had to deal with

while your daddy's
been off building houses

for poor white trash
with Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter.

Your Aunt Lavonda? Held up
a liquor store and is in jail.

Oh, aren't these flowers pretty?

Did you hear me? I'm gay.

I got the bail money to Sissy.

Nine hundred dollars,
which I better get back.

And we were able to pry that

God-awful mink stole
off your grandmother

that your Aunt Lavonda
insisted that she wear

in the heat of summer.

Mama! I'm gay.

I know you're gay!

I've known you're gay since
you were five years old

and you wanted that doll
Suzy Q for Christmas

instead of the dump truck your
daddy wanted to buy you.

I know you're gay, Ty.
I've always known.

But could we please just
bury your grandmother

and get on with life? Could we?

Because I think I'm gonna
explode any minute

if anymore shit
hits the fan today!

I've had 27 therapists
and you knew…

Since I was five.

Did you just say "shit"?

I did.

I did.
And I said "damn" today too.

And "hell" and "bitch"
and "dookie".

And you know what?
I feel like saying more.

Damn. Hell. Bitch.
Shit. Dookie!

- Damn! Hell! Bitch!
- Okay. Mama, calm down.

- Shit! Titty!
- Mama!

Thank you.

For what?

I don't know. Sewing those
slim labels on my husky jeans.

Oh, Lord.
I forgot all about that.

- I didn't.
- Slim.

You were fatter than Baby Huey.

I know!

Ohh! You think…

we fooled anyone with that?

No.

Ah. Lt feels good to laugh.

Yes. Lt does.
I haven't laughed all day.

Me either.

Why'd you change
those labels, Mama?

All I ever wanted for you
was for you to be happy.

I couldn't make you happy.

And I blame Dr. McCright.

- Dr. McCright? For what?
- For you being gay.

When I was pregnant with you,

he gave me this drug
that had estrogen in it…

to keep me from
miscarrying again.

I am positive
that's what caused this.

Mama, I don't think that
that's what caused this.

And I'm getting happy now,
and I want you to know that.

Well, I'm glad someone is.

Well, uh, Nan Nan looks good.

Now.

Oh, Lord.

What she did to Brother boy.

She would roll over in her grave

If she knew you were gay too.

That is,
if she was in her grave.

Hey, Nan Nan.

Guess what.
I'm gay!

Yup. Gay as a goose.

Oh! Stop it!

Just as gay
as Uncle Brother boy.

Oh, you are not!
Nobody's that gay.

So what is it exactly…

that you… do.

- What?
- You know.

When you're gay.

Oh, dear God.

I hope my mama isn't
asking me about my sex life.

Well, if I have a gay son,
I need to know about gay sex.

Well, then read a book, Mama!

I don't ask you what happens
in the privacy of your bedroom!

I'll tell you
exactly what happens.

- Nothin'.
- No. No, no, no, no. No.

I am not about
to explain gay sex

and the details of my
own sex life to my mama

in front of my
grandmother's coffin.

- You wanna step outside?
- No!

Oh! I-I'm not gonna discuss
this with you. Period.

- Well, fine. Be that way!
- You know, I will!

Just trying to be open.

You know, maybe I don't
want you to be.

You've always been
my special boy.

I never felt closer to anyone.

No one.

We always had that special bond.

- Yeah.
- And, you know,

I'm not sure we woulda had that…

If you weren't gay.

So…

I don't regret taking that drug

after I lost those other babies.

'Cause I can't imagine
life without you, Ty.

I'm happy with
who I am now, Mama.

Instead of blaming Dr. McCright,
maybe we should just thank him.

Maybe.

But he's dead.

I love you, Mama.

I love you so, so much.

I love you too, baby.

So…

Are you the woman or the man?

Come on, Lavonda! Quit primping!
They've already started!

♪ In the sweet by and by ♪

♪ We shall meet ♪
♪ on that beautiful ♪

Lord.
Cover up your titties.

♪ By and by ♪
♪ By and by ♪

Ty!

♪ In the sweet by and by ♪
Latrelle!

Oh, baby!
Oh. I'm so glad you're here.

♪ Beautiful shore ♪

♪ Amen ♪

Yes, brethren.

We shall meet
on that beautiful shore.

Praise Jesus.
Praise the Lord.

- Praise the Lord.
- Amen. Praise Jesus.

Today we are
gathered here together

to pay our respects to

and celebrate the life
of our beloved sister…

Peggy Sue Ingram.

- Peggy was born February 28…
- Who is that?

Bitsy Mae Harling.

- Who?
- Bitsy!

…Right here outside of Winters.

- Peggy died july 23, 1999.
- Oh!

And at this time,
Peggy's younger daughter…

Latre…

- Latrelle.
- Latrelle…

Would like to say
a few words in memory

of her dearly departed mother.

Thank you, Brother Barnes.

And, uh, thank y'all
for coming here today.

What a nice turnout.

As many of you know,
my mama was not right…

for the last
six months of her life.

Scootch over, honey.

She abandoned her sense
of morality and upbringing..

And started running around with…

Riffraff.

Oh, Lord.

I took her to the doctor over
in Snyder a few months ago…

And they found a lemon-sized
cancerous tumor on her brain.

- No!
- Yes!

- What'd she say?
- Un tumor.

It was inoperable
and growing… rapidly.

Mama asked me to tell no one…

And I kept her secret till now.

But it's time
to clear your name, Mama.

What happened
was the tumor grew…

And it pressed up against

the… well, the, uh,

sexual part of her brain.

This is gonna
make us look better?

The tumor turned my mama
into a nymphomaniac.

She wasn't no nymphomaniac.
I'll tell you that.

So I wanna ask on behalf
of my grieving family…

That y'all… forget…

the circumstances
surrounding mama's death…

And remember her for the good
Christian woman that she was…

Before the tumor destroyed
her health and her morality.

Thank you.

Thank you, Latrelle,
for those… revelations.

Cancer can be so cruel.

Now I'd like to read…

Hey!

Can I say a few words too?

What's she doing?

She's gonna say a few words too.

This isn't open mike.

I… suppose so.

I had no idea about the tumor.

I am so sorry.

But I got to tell you,
Peggy touched my life…

The nymphomaniac Peggy,

with all due respect.

We were close.
Very close.

After we closed up at Bubba's,

I was all wound up
after a big show and, well,

me, Peggy, Juanita,

sometimes G.W. over there…
Hi, G.W.

We'd all sit around,
get drunk, sing hymns.

Lord, Lord, Lord.

This was Peggy's favorite hymn.

I'd like to sing it for her

as she passes through those
pearly gates to meet her maker.

"Just As I Am."
Listen to the words.

They apply on so many levels.

I'm gonna wake up
any minute now.

Excuse me, darlin'.

This is for you.

♪ Just as I am ♪

♪ Without one plea ♪

♪ But that thy blood ♪

♪ Was shed for me ♪

♪ And that thou bidst me ♪

♪ To come to thee ♪

- ♪ O lamb of God ♪
- I'm so glad you came.

♪ I come ♪

♪ Just as I am ♪

♪ Though tossed about ♪

♪ With many a conflict ♪

♪ Many a doubt ♪

♪ Fightings within ♪

- Is… ls that…
- That's your Uncle Brother boy!

- No!
- Latrelle, get back here!

Calm down. Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it right now…

Or I am gonna
knock you into next week!

Just shut up and sit down
and you let him stay!

Mama, he's family.

Let him stay.

Okay.

Tough crowd.

Thanks, Wardell.

♪ Just as I am ♪

♪ Though tossed about ♪

♪ With many a conflict ♪

♪ Many a doubt ♪

♪ Fightings within ♪

♪ And fears without ♪

♪ O lamb of God ♪

♪ I come ♪

♪ I come ♪♪

Well, I guess you didn't
think I was gonna make it,

did you, Mama?

♪ Now, when the Lord ♪

♪ Dips us in the gene pool ♪

♪ We get more than ♪
♪ Granny's green eyes ♪

♪ We get Mama's warmth ♪
♪ and our daddy's cool ♪

♪ And that thing ♪
♪ between our thighs ♪

♪ That's the start ♪
♪ of all this trouble ♪

♪ ln our sordid lives ♪

♪ Ain't it a bitch ♪
♪ Bitch ♪

♪ Sortin' out our sordid lives ♪

♪ It's a bitch ♪
♪ Bitch ♪

♪ When you come to realize ♪

♪ Crack yourself ♪
♪ a box of Cracker Jack ♪

♪ You could get ♪
♪ a really shitty prize ♪

♪ It's a bitch ♪

♪ Sortin' out ♪
♪ our sorry, little ♪

♪ Sordid lives ♪

♪ I've 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 ♪

♪ I've heard it said ♪

♪ "If you can't ♪
♪ beat 'em join 'em" ♪

♪ So if that's the way ♪
♪ you've 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 ♪

- Oh! Here we go!
♪ Because ♪

♪ Your good girl's ♪
♪ gonna go bad ♪

♪ I'm gonna be ♪
♪ the swingingest swinger ♪

♪ You've ever had ♪

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

♪ Then you oughta ♪
♪ be glad 'cause your ♪

♪ Good girl's gonna go bad ♪

Oh, you better believe it!

♪ I'll even learn to like ♪
♪ the taste of whiskey ♪

♪ - In fact, you'll hardly ♪
♪ recognize your wife ♪

Yeah!

♪ 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've ever had ♪

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

♪ Then you oughta be glad ♪

♪ 'cause your good girl's ♪
♪ gonna go bad ♪

Yee-haw!

♪ Oh, yeah, your good ♪
♪ girl's gonna go bad ♪

I could be available.

♪ I need to tell the truth ♪

♪ I can't lie anymore ♪

♪ I need to do what's right ♪

♪ I know that's ♪
♪ what my life is for ♪

♪ I can't be quiet anymore ♪

♪ About what ♪
♪ I'm supposed to do ♪

♪ I need to tell the truth ♪

♪ And do what's right by you ♪

♪ I need to speak my mind ♪

♪ Let my heart run free ♪

♪ Your pain ♪
♪ will heal with time ♪

♪ And one day you'll thank me ♪

♪ And as I follow my dream ♪

♪ And there is no room for you ♪

♪ Just know there ♪
♪ was no scheme ♪

♪ It's just what I had to do ♪

♪ Trust yourself ♪

♪ You know all the answers ♪

♪ Trust yourself ♪

♪ You know what is right ♪

♪ Trust yourself ♪

♪ It's all there inside you ♪

♪ They've been there forever ♪

♪ Just show them some light ♪

Hello?

Where is everybody?