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[shuffling�drum�beat]
[audience�cheering]
[chanting] George!�George!�George!
George!�George!�George! George!�George!
[radio�tuning]
George!�George!�George! George!
[announcer] From�the�Ryman�Auditorium
in�Nashville,�Tennessee, the�country�music�capital
of�the�world, it's�your�Grand�Ole�Opry
staring�Roy�Acuff and�the�Smokey�Mountain�Boys.
Let�'er�go,�Roy!
From�the�great Atlantic�Ocean
To�the�wide�Pacific�shore
From�the�queen of�flowing�mountains
To�the�southbelt by�the�shore
She's�mighty�tall and�handsome
And�known quite�well�by�all
She's�the�combination
On�the�Wabash�Cannonball
-[pounding�on�door] -[promoter]�Jones!
If�you�don't�get�out�there George,
there's�gonna�be�a�riot.
[Peanutt]�Hey,�hey,�hey,�Jones.
It's�Peanutt. You�just�come�out�here.
You�do�two�or�three�songs, that's�it.
All�them�folks�came�to�see�you.
You�got�a�responsibility to�calm�'em�down.
-[toilet�flushing] -[promoter]�Jones!
Get�out�there�now!
[George]�Bye-bye!
George.
[George,�high-pitched�voice] George�ain't�here�no�more,
but�I'll�tell�him�that�all�you kind�and�lovely�gentlemen
-stopped�by�to�see�him. -[laughter]
Hear�the�mighty�rush of�the�engine
Hear�that�lonesome hobo�squall
We're�riding through�the�jungle
On�the�Wabash�Cannonball
[cheers�and�applause]
[crowd�chanting�in�distance] George!�George!�George!
-You're�on. -[sighs]
Ladies�and�gentlemen, the�Possum�is�trapped.
Please�put�your�hands�together for�George�Jones.
[cheers�and�applause]
[cheering�dies�down]
[fan]�Where's�George�at?
[Roy]�Uh,�well,�all�right.�Um-
[crowd�chanting] George!�George!�George!
George�looks�to�be�having a�standing�problem.
-Charlie,�you�got�that�tape? -[Charlie]�Sure�do,�Peanutt.
[Peanutt]�Come�on, get�your�ass�up.
[George] � �Cold�and�deep inside�like...
He�won't�fall�over, I�promise.
-One�more�to�go. -I�said�stop.
-Here,�here. -[George�groans]
Sharp�and�painful that�I�may�never�shake
You�might�say that�I�was�taking�it�hard
Since�you�wrote�me�off with�a�call
But�don't�you�wager that�I'll�hide�the�sorrow
When�I�may�break�right�down and�bawl
Now�the�race�is�on
[both] � �And�here�comes�pride up�the�backstretch
Heartaches�a-going to�the�inside
My�tears�are�holding�back
They're�trying�not�to�fall
My�heart's out�of�the�running
True�love's�scratched for�another's�sake
[both] � �The�race�is�on and�it�looks�like�heartaches
And�the�winner�loses�all
[Don]�Come�on,�now,�honey.
We're�gonna�miss�him if�you�don't�hurry�up.
Virginia!
It's�Tammy,�now. Start�saying�it�right.
Now�the�race�is�on
[both] � �And�here�comes�pride up�the�backstretch
Heartache's�a-going to�the�inside
My�tears�are�holding�back
They're�trying�not�to�fall
My�heart's out�of�the�running
True�love's�scratched for�another's�sake
The�race�is�on and�it�looks�like�heartaches
And�the�winner�loses�all
And�the�winner�loses�all
[cheers�and�applause]
Whoo!
[George�laughs] Oh,�I�sure�do�love�the�love!
I'm�not�sure�I�deserve�it
after�standing�you�all�up all�them�times.
-But�I�was�drunk. -[laughter]
Then�again, if�you�see�me�sober,
I�ain't�awake.
[cheering]
[fan]�I�love�you,�George!
What's�that?
-Marry�me! -[laughs]
[music�starts]
Well,�in�North�Carolina way�back�in�the�hills...
[Billy�whistles]
Come�on,�let's�go,�let's�go. We're�gonna�miss�him.
Come�on�now.
-How's�my�hair�look? -It's�great.
-[Billy]�Let's�go! -Okay,�I'll�be�right�back.
[Donna]�Oh,�Tammy.�Good�luck.
Take�these�girls and�get�some�ice�cream.
No,�no,�no, you�go�with�Donna,�now.
Mommy�and�Daddy will�be�back�soon.
Come�on,�girls,�let's�go.
-Thanks,�baby! -[Don]�Come�on.
Well,�the�G-Men,�T-Men, revenuers�too
Searching�for�the�place where�he�made�his�brew
They�were�looking, trying�to�book�him
But�my�pappy kept�on�cooking
Whew!�[hiccups] Ooh.
White�Lightning...
[laughs]�We�made�it,�honey!
Don't�go�acting�like just�another�fan�tonight.
She�can't�help�it if�she's�excited.
Oh,�I've�loved this�man's�singing
more�than�half�my�life.
I'm�gonna�enjoy�myself.
Well,�I�asked�my�old�pappy why�he�called�his�brew
White�Lightning 'stead�of�Mountain�Dew
Billy,�will�you�take a�picture�of�Tammy�and�me
with�George�in�the�background?
-I�will�not,�Don. -[George] � �Bugged�out
[both] And�my�face�turned�blue
[George] � �Lightning started�flashin'
Thunder�started�clashin'
Whew!�[hiccups] Whoo!
White�Lightning
[sighs]
soft�country�music
-[Tammy]�Jackie,�you�wanna�blot? -[Jackie]�Yeah.
Careful,�now.
-Got�it. -Okay.�Muah.
Ah,�ah,�mm!
-Oh,�no,�you�missed�some- -[knocking�on�window]
He�ready�for�us?
[Billy]�I�like�the�new�hair.
Daddy�got�it�for�her.
-Hmm.�Sure�good. -[Tammy]�Yeah.
Okay.�Ohh! You�girls�be�good�for�Donna.
[baby�crying]
I'll�be�right�back,�baby.
[Billy]�Ooh,�watch�your�duds.
-[Tammy]�Do�I�look�okay? -Yeah,�you�look�good.
Don�couldn't�watch�the�girls?
No,�today's�his�writing�day.
[Billy] His�writing�day�now,�huh?
[Tammy]�Don't�be�mean�to�Don.
That�man�took�us�in when�we�had�nothing.
[scoffs] You're�not�my�flapjacks.
Yeah.�Excuse�me.
[Rhonda�chuckles]
You�shy?
[door�clicks]
[Billy,�singsong]�George.
[George�snorts]
[Billy]�Wake�up!
[George�groans]
Lord�have�mercy.
[Billy]�George, this�is�Tammy�Wynette,
the�girl�singer Shorty�Lavender's�looking
to�book�for�the�Knoxville package�show,
pending�your�approval.
You�don't�come out�of�your�hole�for�nobody.
Well,�you�got�my�number there,�Jones,
but�I'm�vouching�for�her.
You�just�want�me�over�at�Epic.
How�do�you�feel�about�him dangling�you
to�get�close�to�me?
[Billy]�Watch�it,�Jones.
Caught�some of�your�show�last�night.
Canceled�so�many�times
I�thought I'd�never�get�to�see�you.
I�haven't�shit�in�three�days.
[chuckles]
[Billy]�Tammy.
Uh,�why�don't�you�tell�Jones about�yourself?
[chuckles]�Well...
I�was�born in�Mississippi/Alabama�line,
so�I�say�my�top�half�comes from�Mississippi,
my�bottom�half's�from�Alabama.
My�daddy�was�a�musician.
Before�he�died, he�told�my�mama,
"If�my�daughter�shows�any musical�ability�whatsoever,
that�it�is�to�be�encouraged."
So�I�can�only�hope�to�live�up to�his�dreams�for�me.
How�long�you�practiced at�being�famous?
Can't�say. [clears�throat]
Mama�ended�up�being,�uh...
very�encouraging,�but�I�did learn�to�harmonize�at�church
and�singing�to�your�records.
Now�I'm�here,
so�I�hope�that,�uh...
says�something�for�me.
[Billy]�She's�been�in�town 18�months,�Jones.
She�already�charted three�times.
God�almighty.
We're�making�the�future of�country�music
-over�at�Epic. -[George]�Hallelujah.
-[phone�ringing] -[grunts]
Oh,�no.
Hey,�no,�what�are�you�doing?
-[phone�clicks] -Yeah?
[indistinct�voice]
Well,�I�don't�know what�you're�up�to,�neither.
-[Rhonda]�Anybody�got�a�light? -Shh.
Why�I�gotta�shush? She�ain't�my�wife.
[George]�Well,�the�way I�see�it,
I'm�out�here�keeping a�roof�over�your�head,
so�your�foul�tone isn't�appreciative
-or�appreciated. -[slams�down�phone]
Marriage�is�supposed to�make�life�easier.
[chuckles�softly]
It'd�be�a�big�opportunity for�us�to�open�for�you.
I'm�a�man,�not�an�opportunity.
Mr.�Jones...
...I've�got�a�lot of�respect�for�you,
even�if�this�meeting isn't�real�professional.
But�I've�got�mouths�to�feed and�a�messy�house,
so�if�you're not�gonna�say�yes�to�me,
then�I'm�just�gonna�get�on with�my�day.
[George�snickers]
Yeah,�you're�all�right.
[George�Jones' "Root�Beer"�playing]
Well,�I�sent my�pretty�baby
To�the�neighborhood�store
My�head�was�vibrating from�the�night�before
I�said�you'd�better�hurry as�she�went�out�the�gate...
Was�saving�"When�the�Grass Grows�Over�Me"�for�me,
but�if�George�Jones wants�to�record�it,
I'm�not�gonna�stop�him.
Well,�he�hasn't�heard�it�yet, Don.
[Don]�We're�spending the�whole�weekend�with�him.
If�we�get�a�shot, we�play�him�the�song.
Well,�we�just�gotta�get to�know�the�man
before�we�insult�him by�pretending�we�already�do.
[sighs]
Mama,�I'm�bored.
-Hey,�no�bitching. -[Tammy]�Oh.
Hey,�don't�curse�at�her.
Yeah,�don't�curse�at�me,�Don.
-I�am�truly�outnumbered�here. -You�are.
[Donna]�Are�we�gonna�be�like the�Carters?
Mm-hmm, that's�the�plan,�baby.
That�makes�you the�Mother�Maybelle,
and�I'm�the�June.
Makes�Gwen�and�Jackie the�other�two.
Oh,�doesn't�Tina�get�a�part?
Well,�we�gotta�wait�and�see how�everybody�grows�up.
-Not�everybody�can�sing. -That's�the�truth.
You�don't�think�my�song's good�enough,�do�you?
I�love�your�song.
I�never�said�nothing about�that.
I�start�talking about�presenting�my�songs
to�George�Jones, and�you�get�shy.
We�go,�we�do�our�show, we�impress�everybody,
and�then�you�ask.
That's�right. You�listen�to�Donna.
He's�sensitive�about�people taking�advantage.
We�said�we'd�do�me�next.
And�we�will.
[all�laughing]
All�right,�my�turn.�My�turn.
What�kind�of�game�has�one�dice? That's�all�I�wanna�know.
-Six! -[all]�Whoa!
Hey,�keep�this�bastard�straight. Come�on,�now.
[Peanutt]�This�game's�called "Aggravation,"
-and�I'm�aggravated. -[George]�Ohh.
Whoa,�whoa,�whoa,�man.
[musician]�Whoa,�whoa,�whoa.
I'm�gon'�win�this�game.
-[fly�unzips] -[urine�splashing]
Uh-hey,�hey,�hey,�no!�No!
George,�you�gotta�go inside�the�john,�man.
-[laughter] -I'm�just�writing�my�name
in�the�carpet.
Why�don't�you�try autographing�that�toilet?
-Now�go�on-go�inside. -[laughter]
-[musician]�All�right. -[Peanutt]�Boom.
-[bus�tumbling] -Oh!�Shit.
Ah,�come�on.�Shit!
You�made�me�get�pee all�over�my�boot.
-[laughter] -Hey,�look,�pee�on�my�boot.
[driver]�This�road's a�right�bit�curvy,�sir.
I�need�all�my�concentration to�get�you�to�your�destination.
Damn,�son,�you're�sweating.
It's�hot�out,�sir,�and you're�making�me�nervous,�sir.
You�know�what,�I'm�gonna turn�on�the�air�conditioning
and�get�you�and�me cooled�down�properly.
-[driver]�Thank�you,�sir. -Well,�you're�hot.�I'm�hot.
This�is�a�state-of-the-art vehicle.
[Peanutt] George,�leave�that�boy�alone.
Come�on�back�over�here and�sit�down.
It's�your�turn.
-But�I'm�hot! -[Peanutt]�Well-
[air�conditioner�rattles,�hums]
-You�fixed�it. -[musician]�Come�on,�George.
[air�conditioner�sputtering]
-What�happened? -You�broke�it,�sir.
-[George]�I�broke�it? -Yeah.
[exhales]�Oh,�Lord.
Well,�I�can't�breathe.
I�need�some�air.
[laughter]
[Peanutt] Whoa,�hey,�now,�George.
The�hell�you�doing,�boy?
Ventilating.
-[fires�gun] -Oh,�whoa!�Whoa!
[tires�squealing]
-[all�shouting] -[gunshots]
-George,�no! -[continues�firing]
[tires�screeching]
[crashing]
dramatic�country�music
-[bus�hissing] -[musician]�Oh,�man.
-You're�crazy! -[Tammy]�Hang�on�there,�boys!
[musician] Ah-crazy�son�of�a�bitch!
Anybody�hurt?
[musician] He�said�to�jump�on�Peanutt!
-Where�is�he?�Is�he�okay? -[groans]
-[clattering] -[musician]�Peanutt?
You�all�right?
[Peanutt]�Uhh,�oh,�yeah, I'm�okay.
-Whoo! -[Peanutt]�I'm�just�gonna
-grab�this�beer. -Oh,�the�great�big�Jesus
in�the�sky�can't�catch the�Possum!
Oh.
Allow�me�to�pay my�compliments
to�the�fine�ventilation of�your�vehicle.
[Gwen]�You�smell�funny.
That's�the�sweet�nectar of�the�gods,�my�darling.
Why�they�call�you�Possum?
'Cause�of�my�funny�nose and�bugged�out�eyes.
[Jackie]�You�don't�look�like no�possum.
Oh,�really?
How�'bout�now?
[girls�giggling]
Did�you�know�I�write�songs, Mr.�Jones?
Lord,�I�did�not,�no.
[Tammy�Wynette's "Apartment�#9"]
[George�hiccups]
[George�yawns]
[both] Just�follow�the�stairway
To�this�lonely�world of�mine
[music�slows]
There's�not�enough�me in�the�mix.
[mixer]�Well,�I�don't�know if�you're�aware,
but�she's�the�singer.
Oh,�I�would�like a�little�bit�more�guitar.
It�helps�keep�me�in�tune.
Thank�you.
Two,�three,�four,�one.
-[music�stops] -I...
...I�know�you�boys�are-
work�with�a�lot�of�acts that�come�through�here,
and�I'm�honored�to�be�singing with�you.
This�song's�about�loneliness.
And�waiting�for�someone to�save�you.
I�don't�know�if�any�of�you�boys ever�felt�that�way.
Maybe�it's�just�a�feeling we�ladies�get.
But�if�you�have,
maybe�you�could�give�that�lady you're�waiting�on�a�thought.
I�believe�you�have�to�live a�song�to�make�it�good.
Two,�three,�four,�one.
[band�playing�mournfully]
Beautiful.
[both] Just�follow�the�stairway
To�this�lonely�world of�mine
You'll�find�me
Waitin'�here
In�apartment�number�nine
[mouthing]
Not�so�very�long�ago
You�walked�away�from�me
And�after�all
The�plans�we�made
You�decided�to�be�free
[both] � �Loneliness surrounds�me
Without�your�arms
Around�me
And�the�sun
Will�never�shine
In�apartment�number�nine
[piano�plays]
Mm,�that's�nice.
That's�real�pretty.
I�keep�waiting
In�this�lonely�room
Just�in�case you�change�your�mind
You'll�find�me
Waitin'�here
In�apartment�number�nine
[both] � �Loneliness surrounds�me
Without�your�arms around�me
And�the�sun
Will�never�shine
In�apartment�number�nine
No,�the�sun will�never�shine
In�apartment�number�nine
Uh-uh-ooh,�that�was�close.
That�was�close. All�right,�your�turn.
That�is�two-two�numbers.
-"You�are�very�talented." -[laughter]
Boy,�I've�been�waiting to�hear�that�my�whole�life.
Thank�you�very�much.
How�do�you�know?
-Oh. -Um...
-You�heard�me�singing? -I�think�you�are.
Oh,�that's�awful�sweet.
All�right, let�me�try�your,�uh-
[Tammy] You're�eating�a�raw�potato?
I�am.
Why?
I�don't�wanna�say in�front�of�the�children.
Why�not?
Girls,�did�you�tell�him that�his�hair's�a�mess?
What?
[faucet�running]
This�is�very�nice.
-Very�nice. -[Tammy]�Good.
I'd�hate�to�have my�license�revoked.
You�need�a�license to�do�a�man's�hair?
Well, I�never�officially�graduated,
but�the�lady�who�runs the�beauty�college
took�pity�on�account I�was�pregnant�with�my�third.
She�gave�me�my�license�anyway.
Damn,�I�didn't�know�I�was talking�to�an�educated�woman.
You're�flirting�with�me, George�Jones.
You're�pointing�your�finger at�me,�Tammy�Wynette.
-Turn�around. -All�right.
What�kind�of�Christian are�you?
-Pentecostal. -Mm-hmm.
Best�look�out,�we�do crazy�things�with�our�tongues.
[chuckles]
I'm�gonna�stop doing�your�hair,
you�dirty�old, married�Pentecostal.
She�told�me�not�to�come�back.
-Sorry�to�hear�that. -[George]�Yeah.
She�wanted�to�be�married to�George�Jones,
and�then�one�day�she�woke�up, and�it�dawned�on�her
she�was�married to�George�Jones.
[Tammy]�Hmm.
[George]�Pass�me�that�potato, will�you?
Yeah.
[sighs]�Hm.
[Tammy]�Ugh.
Here.
It's�a�little�trick Shorty�taught�me
to�soak�up�the�booze.
[Tammy]�If�a�girl�singer�got drunk�like�you�boys�do...
[whistles,�clicks�tongue]
They�would�toss�her outta�Nashville�so�fast.
-You�gotta�be�perfect. -[scissors�snipping]
You�ain't�perfect.
Mm-mm.
I�can�hear�it�in�your�voice.
You�don't�like the�way�I�sing?
No.
I�love�the�way�you�sing.
What?�You�all�right?
Just�waiting,�it�seems, my�whole�life
to�hear�you�say�that.
Yeah.
You�should�grow your�hair�longer.
Mm. See,�you�got�sadness�in�you.
Don't�you?
Well,�it's�thicker than�I�thought�it�was.
You�hair, it�would�look�nice�long.
That�kind�of�sadness is�a�hand-me-down.
Somebody�gave�it�to�you, who�gave�it�to�them�before.
Well,�can't�do�nothing about�stuff�that�came�before.
-Hmm. -Well...
trying�to�make�a�happy�home
for�the�girls,�Don�and�I.
He�good�to�his�babies?
[Tammy] Well,�the�girls�aren't�his.
-[George]�Hmm. -Big�one�is,
but�she's�mine�too�now,�so-
[George]�Hey.
Is�that�a�haircutting�accident?
No.
When�I�first�met�Don, we�made�a�pact.
Swore�we'd�make�it to�Nashville�together.
The�idea�of�you defiling�yourself
for�someone�like�him-
-Someone�like�him? -[George]�Yeah.
There's�3,000�Dons�a�day come�rolling�into�Nashville.
They�all�attach�themselves to�some�pretty�girl,
think�it's�gonna�make�them more�worthy.
3,000�Dons�a�day, 3,000�pretty�girls�a�day.
But�not�one�of�'em's�you.
I�always�thought�you'd�look nice�with�sideburns.
Ms.�Wynette, you�spend�a�lot�of�time
thinking�about�my�face, it�seems�like.
[door�squeaks]
[Tammy]�He's�real�talented, my�husband.
He's�got�a�box full�of�great�songs.
His�sister's�Jean�Chapel.
She�had�a�hit�with�"I�Got a�Memory�You�Can't�Touch."
You�know�that�one?
I�do�not.
Well,�there�you�go.
That�looks�better,�doesn't�it?
I�look�like�a�genuine Hollywood�movie�star.
-[jaunty�music�playing] -[crowd�clapping�along]
[indistinct�chatter]
[George�humming "Apartment�#9"]
-�Without�your�arms -[Donna]�Wynette,�Wynette,
Daddy�just�ran�outta�here
and�sent�all�the�local�boys home.
I'll�kill�him!
[footsteps�pounding]
She�the�killin'�kind?
No,�sir. [chuckles]
Stop,�please.
Your�husband�told�me the�booking�was�canceled.
I�know,�I�know- I�don't�know�why�he�said�that.
I�honestly�don't�know�why.
But�if�you�and�your�boys would�stay,
I'd�be�so�appreciative.
They're�already�drinking at�the�bar�right�now,
so�it�wouldn't�be�much of�a�band.
-Just�you�and�me. -Please.
I'm�asking�for�your�kindness, please.
We'll�start with�"Blessed�Be�Thy�Name."
If�we�sound�horrid, then�at�least�we'll�appeal
to�their�Christianity.
[announcer] Ladies�and�gentlemen,
Ms.�Tammy�Wynette and�the�Jones�Boys.
-That's�your�name,�innit? -Yeah.
[music�playing]
[George]�That's�your�song, right?
-[Tammy]�Yeah. -You�best�get�out�there
-and�sing�it,�then. -[crowd�cheering]
[Tammy]�Thank�you.
Come�on!
[cheers�and�applause]
I�never�seen�the�inside of�a�barroom
Or�listened�to�a�jukebox all�night�long
But�I�see these�are�the�things
That�bring�you�pleasure
So�I'm�gonna�make some�changes�in�our�home
Well,�I�heard�it�said
If�you�can't�beat�'em, join�'em
So�if�that's�the�way you�wanted�me�to�be
I'll�change�if�it�takes�that to�make�you�happy
From�now�on, you're�gonna�see
A�different�me
Because�your
[both] Good�girl's�gonna�go�bad
I'm�gonna�be�the�swingingest swinger�you�ever�had
If�you�like�'em�painted�up, powdered�up
Then�you�oughta�be�glad
'Cause�your�good�girl's gonna�go�bad
-[crowd�cheering] -�I'll�even�learn�to�like
[laughing] The�taste�of�whiskey
In�fact,�you'll�hardly recognize�your�wife
I'll�buy some�brand-new�clothes
And�dress�up�fancy
For�my�journey to�the�wilder�side�of�life
Because�your�good�girl's gonna�go�bad
I'm�gonna�be�the�swingingest swinger�you�ever�had
If�you�like�'em�painted�up, powdered�up
Then�you�oughta�be�glad
'Cause�your�good�girl's gonna�go�bad
Oh,�yeah,�your�good�girl's
Gonna�go�bad
-[song�ends] -Yeah!
-[cheers�and�applause] -[Tammy]�Thank�you.
[George]�Whoo!
Hey,�y'all, how's�my�hair�look?
Right�there? All�right,�thank�you.
Well,�hey,�uh,�Tammy,
you�know�this�one?
["Why�Baby�Why"�playing]
Oh,�I�know�all�your�songs, Mr.�Jones.
Oh,�no.
My�daddy�was�Mr.�Jones.
You�can�call�me�Baby.
[both] � �Tell�me�why,�baby, why,�baby
Why,�baby,�why�you�make�me cry,�baby,�cry,�baby
Cry,�baby,�cry
Can't�help�but�love�you till�the�day�that�I�die
So�tell�me�why,�baby, why,�baby
Why,�baby,�why
Well,�I�got�a�crow I�wanna�pick�with�you
Just�like�last�time when�the�feathers�flew
You're�running�wild, picking�up�your�heels
Leaving�me�home with�a�handful�of�bills
Well,�I�can't�live without�you
And�you�know�it's�true
But�there's�no�living with�you
So�what'll�I�do?
I'm�going�honky-tonking
Get�as�tight�as�I�can
Maybe�by�then, you'll�'preciate�a�good�man
[both] � �So�tell�me why,�baby,�why,�baby
Why,�baby,�why�you�make�me cry,�baby,�cry,�baby
Cry,�baby,�cry
I�can't�help�but�love�you
Till�the�day�that�I�die
So�tell�me�why,�baby, why,�baby
Why,�baby,�why
[George]�Hey.
-Hey.
[George] I'm�heading�to�Memphis.
Not�too�late�to�get�you on�the�bill.
[bus�horn�blares]
Where'd�that�thing�come�from?
[horn�honks]
[Peanutt]�Come�on,�George!
Well,�I�guess�somebody called�somebody.
[Donna]�Sucker's�brand�new.
-[George]�Mm-hmm. -You�live�in�a�fast�world.
Fast�is�the�only�speed I�know.
Well,�I�have a�long�drive�ahead�of�me,
but�this�sure�was�fun.
[George]�It�was.
You�know,�I�got�plenty�of�room on�that�bus.
Beds�for�the�girls.
I'll�take�you�anywhere you�wanna�go.
I�think�we're�going in�opposite�directions.
sentimental�music
Don't�have�to.
[whispering]�I�have�a�husband I�need�to,�um...
track�down.
Oh.
Here.
-[Tammy]�Thanks. -[George]�Mm-hmm.
Hey,�you�know�what? My�old�bus�is�yours.
She�got�a�few�holes�in�her,
but�I'll�get�her�fixed�up�good for�you.
Oh,�thank�you, but�I�couldn't�accept�that.
-Yes,�she�could. -Oh,�she's�insisting.
That's�that,�then.
[chuckles]
Um-
somebody�gonna�call�somebody?
Something�like�that. Mm-hmm.
-[bus�horn�honking] -[musician]�Hey,�George!
[engine�turns�over]
Do�you�ever�think about�being�better?
Better�at�what?
Where�the�hell�have�you�been?
Does�it�matter?
George�Jones�says you�don't�need�me.
[Tammy]�Come�on,�baby.
You're�the�one who'd�be�nowhere�without�me.
You�know,�I�was�getting to�know�him�for�you.
-[Don]�Oh,�was�it�for�me? -Uh-huh.
Help�me�get�the�stuff out�of�the�car.
Is�he�gonna�sing�my�songs?
[sighs]�I�don't�know. I�told�him�how�good�you�are.
You�swear�nothing�happened?
Nothing�happened.
[bus�horn�honks]
[bus�hisses]
Jones�gave�us�a�bus.
[driver]�Where�y'all�want�this?
[Tammy�Wynette's "D-I-V-O-R-C-E"�playing]
Our�D-I-V-O-R-C-E
Becomes�final�today
Me�and�little�J-O-E
Will�be�going�away
I�love�you�both
And�this�will�be pure�H-E-double-L
For�me
Oh,�I�wish that�we�could�stop�this
D-I-V-O-R-C-E
Watch�him�smile
He�thinks�it's�Christmas
Or�his�fifth�birthday
And�he�thinks C-U-S-T-O-D-Y
Spells�"fun"�or�"play"
I�spell�out all�the�hurting�words
And�turn�my�head when�I�speak
'Cause�I�can't�spell�away this�hurt
That's�dripping down�my�cheek
Our�D-I-V-O-R-C-E
Becomes�final�today
Me�and�little�J-O-E
Will�be�going�away
I�love�you�both
And�this�will�be pure�H-E-double-L
For�me
Oh,�I�wish that�we�could�stop
This�D-I-V-O-R-C-E
That's�good.
That's�good,�that's�good, that's�good.
-Hi,�George. -Hey.
[Billy]�How�you�doing? Say�hello?
[George]�Sure.
Come�right�this�way.
Tammy?
Come�here�and�say�hi�to�George.
Oh,�is�he�here?
[George] Yeah,�that's�real�pretty.
[Billy] What�you�just�heard�there,
that�song's�gonna�be a�number�one�smash.
-Mark�my�words. -Oh,�yeah?
Hey,�I�heard�from�somebody once�that,�uh,
you�really�gotta�live�a�song
in�order�to�make�it�good.
Mm-hmm. You�heard�that,�did�you?
Yeah.
[Billy]�We�got an�open�door�policy,�Jones.
Whenever�you're�ready to�sign�with�Epic,
we'll�happily�take�you away�from�Musicor.
I�know. I�can't�record�with�you�boys.
I'm�still�on�contract with�Pappy.
[Billy] All�right,�but�Pappy�Daily
ain't�getting the�best�outta�you.
Well,�hey, he�made�a�commitment.
He's�gonna�honor�it,�Billy.
-[George]�She�understands. -Yeah.�[laughs]
New�Nashville's�yours whenever�you're�ready
-to�embrace�it,�George. -All�right.
-So- -So?
So�does�Miss�Red�Bay like�her�new�bus?
Drives�real�nice.�Thank�you.
[George]�Does�the�air conditioning�run�okay?
Yeah.�It's�perfect.
'Cause�if�it�wasn't, I'd�fix�it.
[door�clicks]
-Tammy? -Yeah?
-Got�your�cigarettes. -Oh.�Thanks,�Richey.
Jones, you�know�George�Richey?
-I�do�not. -[Tammy]�Oh,�thanks.
I'm�the�musical�director over�at�"Hee�Haw."
You've�been�on�the�show 11�times.
Oh,�hell,�son,�I�was�probably drunk�out�of�my�mind.
[laughs] Well,�my�name's�George�too,
but�you�can�call�me�Richey if�it's�confusing.
Mm,�I'm�not�confused.
Richey�here's�a�right talented�songwriter�too,
-Jones. -[George]�Really?
Seems�like�everybody in�Nashville's
a�right�talented�songwriter.
If�you'll�allow�me,
when�I�think�of�your�story,
story�of�a�legend,
I�get�very�excited�about the�musical�possibilities.
I�really�appreciate�that very�much,
but�I'm�not�here�to�see�you.
I'm�here�to�see�him.
Now,�this�fella,
your�wife's�telling�me�that�you are�a�fantastic�songwriter,
so�I�was�curious�what�you�got.
[Don]�Well,�I�got�one I�think�you'll�love.
[George]�Yeah?
It's�called "When�the�Grass�Grows�Over�Me."
"When�the�Grass�Grows Over�Me."
The�story�is,�um,
a�man�loves�a�woman�so�hard
that�he�only�stops�loving�her when�he's�dead�in�the�ground.
[whistles]�That's�morbid.
But�it's�true.
[shower�running]
[camera�shutter�clicks]
What�are�you-stop�it. I�don't�like�that.
What�are�you�doing?
You're�my�wife.
Sometimes�I�like�to�look�at�you when�you're�not�here.
[George] � �I'll�be�over�you
When�the�grass�grows over�me
When�you�left,�I�thought
That�I�would�soon get�over�you
Even�told�myself
That�I�would�find somebody�too
Time�and�tears have�come�and�gone
But�not�your�memory
And�I'll�be�over�you
When�the�grass�grows over�me
Yes,�I'll�be�over�you
When�you're�standing over�me
[Donna]�Isn't�Daddy's�song so�beautiful?
[chuckles]
[Tammy]�Oh,�yeah,�sure.
You're�doin'�good,�girl.
Thanks,�Pappy.
[Pappy]�I�should've�signed�you at�Musicor
when�I�had�the�chance.
Really�missed�the�boat�on�you.
How's�that�crow�taste?
-Oh,�goodness. -[all�chuckling]
Hey,�you�know�what? I�wanna�do�this�again.
Yeah. Let�me�come�by�Saturday�night
and�we'll�talk about�some�ideas.
Is�it�okay�if�I�invite�myself to�dinner?
-Tammy's�the�best�cook. -Really?
And�as�long�as�I�live
I�know�I�won't�be�free
[Tammy�vocalizing]
[George] � �But�I'll�be over�you
When�the�grass�grows over�me
Yes,�I'll�be�over�you
When�you're�standing over�me
And�as�you�look�down
At�the�cold,�cold�ground
I'm�sleeping�in
Don't�expect to�hear�me�say
That�I�still�love�you�then
-[Donna]�Come�here! -Hey,�careful!�It's�hot.
[Donna]�Get�back�here right�now,�Gwen!
[Gwen�squealing] Stop�it!
Donna,�release�Gwen.
Donna's�grabbing�me for�nothing.
She�stole�my�hair�spray.
Did�you�take�her�hair�spray again?
You�quit,�now.�Give�it�back.
Donna,�you�look�great.
[Gwen]�I�just�wanted�to�use the�hair�spray�on�my�dolly.
You�finish�the�song?
-[doorbell�dings] -Boys,�go�wash�your�hands.
We�don't�Mr.�Jones�thinking
this�is�a�house full�of�mongrels.
-[timer�dings] -Yes,�ma'am.
-I�didn't�finish. -[sighs]�Don.
[doorbell�dings]
Oh.�Welcome�to�our�home.
-�The�old�hometown... -Thank�you.
Looks�the�same...
-Oh,�boy.�That�smells�good. -[Tammy�chuckles]
[George]�You�two�been�busy.
Where'd�you�sprout the�extra�ones?
You�know�Gwen�and�Jackie,
and�the�boys�are�Mike�and�Gary.
-Donna�and�Tina,�of�course. -[George]�Oh.�Hey.
[Don]�Donna,�Mike,�and�Gary are�mine.
-Oh,�yeah? -Yup.
Then�the�boys�spend some�of�the�weekends�with�us.
-Oh. -Donna's�named�after�me.
I'm�Don,�so...
-she's�Donna. -[George]�Huh.
-[Tammy]�Anybody�hungry? -Yeah.
[Don]�And�that's�Virginia.
[laughing] Virginia�Pugh.
-P-U! -[Tammy]�Don,�don't.
Virginia�Pugh�wasn't�never gonna�be�famous.
That's�why�Billy�Sherrill changed�it.
Well,�you�know, my�mama�always�calls�me�Glenn.
No�matter�how�famous�I�get.
Keeps�me�distinct from�my�daddy.
Kids,�go,�uh,�sit in�the�dining�room,
and�Donna,�would�you�take Tina�to�bed?
-Thanks. -[George]�Nice�to�meet�you.
Can�I�fix�you anything�to�drink?
Nope.�Nothing�for�me.
-Nothing? -Mm.
What?
Okay.
[George]�Well,�look�at�this.
It's�like�I�stepped into�the�showroom�at�Badcock.
-[Tammy]�Badcock? -Yeah.
That's�where�I�get all�my�furnishings.
Wonderful,�stylish�people.
Yeah,�well,�maybe�next�time.
This�was�all�just�delivered.
-[George]�Mm,�I�can�smell�that. -Mm.
Only�thing�better than�new�furniture�smell
is�a�new�car�smell.
Got�one�of�them�too.
Mm,�I�saw that�Caddy�out�front.
Mm-hmm.
Hmm.
Yeah,�Don�and�I, we're�in�a�real...
level,�normal�place.
-[George]�Yeah? -Mm.
[George,�quietly] My
D-I-V-O-R-C-E
Became�final�today
[sucks�teeth]
Mmm,�Lord�have�mercy.
Mike,�take�your�elbows off�the�table.
Take�off�your�hat�too.
Folks�make�me�nervous when�they�act�fancy�around�me.
Hmm?�There�you�go.
[Don]�My�house.
Hands�go�in�laps.
Mm.
10-4,�yes.�Officer�Chapel.
Hands�not�in�laps,�please.
Be�advised�that-
oh,�there's�gunfire in�the�area.
-Please,�everybody,�remain�calm. -[children�giggling]
Please,�remain�calm.
[Don]�I'm�teaching�him about�life.
Mm?
Put�your�hand�in�your�lap,
and�finish�what�you�start.
-Those�are�my�rules. -[George]�Mm.
-You've�never�said�that. -[Don]�No�lip.
Don, we're�having�a�nice�dinner.
Would�all�of�the�women please�shut�up?
[scoffs]
[George] My�D-I-V-O-R-C-E
Became�final�today
Something�like�that,�right?
[silverware�clatters]
Anyone�want�dessert? Let's�go�make�some�sundaes.
Yeah?�Leave�those�grits.
Come�on.�Come�on,�kids.
I�broke�my�rule.
[Tammy]�Just�grab�it out�of�the�freezer-
See...
difference�between me�and�my�wife,
she�sees�an�opportunity, she�takes�it.
-[George]�Mm? -I�get�close�to�lucky,
I�pack�it�in.
Maybe�you�should�go�get some�coffee,�Daddy.
-[George]�Mm-hmm. -But�my�song
is�in�her�George�Jones�book.
Don,�don't-just...
stop�it.
Every�single�word you�ever�sung
is�written�down in�her�little�book.
Really?
-Hmm. -[Don]�And,�uh...
I'm�in�there�too,�now.
So...
guess�that�makes�me�somethin'.
[chuckles]
You're�gonna�fuck�my�wife, aren't�you?
[groans�softly]
Sorry.
You�know...
I�sure�would�like�to,�Don.
[Don] Well,�then�you�should�know
Virginia�Pugh
is�a�lousy�lay.
[Tammy�screams]
-[children�scream] -[clattering]
[screaming]
-Wait- -[George]�Come�on!
-Don't-don't-don't�hurt�him. -[Don�groans]
Please,�don't.
You�coming�with�me?
Don't�make�me�scare these�babies
any�more�than�I�already�done.
You�love�me,�right?
Yes,�I�do.
Then�let's�go!
[both�panting]
Remind�me�which�ones�are�yours.
"White�Lightning"�playing
[baby�crying]
You're�gonna�love�me when�I'm�old?
[Don] Whatever�you�two�are�doing,
it�isn't�gon'�be�no�fairy�tale!
Don't�look�back.
Never.
[George] � Whew! White�Lightning
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