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♪ bluesy guitar music ♪

Hi, guys.

-[person screams] -[person gasps]

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, Lord have mercy.

All I can think is that you want to kill my love for you.

[grunts]

Oh, George.

What in the hell’d you do?

[Tammy] This thing that makes you a hero to them,

the drinking, it shames me.

The only reason I’m not dead is ’cause you love me.

♪ sorrowful music ♪

There’s no way on God’s green Earth

that you should be treated this way.

Divorcing Jones would break me.

♪

We had to pump her stomach.

I don’t know if you meant to or not.

[sobbing]

But a world without Tammy Wynette...

♪

...not a world I want to live in.

It’s over for me.

No girl singer survives that.

I was named the First Lady of Country Music

by Billy Sherrill.

I walked into his office, and he said,

"Tammy, you know you’re the First Lady?"

I said, "First Lady of what?"

He said, "You’re the first lady of country music

to sell a million albums."

♪ Stand by your man ♪

[reporter] Tammy Wynette is no longer standing by any man.

She’s standing on her own two feet.

In fact, she’s jumping on them.

Welcome to First Lady Acres,

where it’s a 24-hour hen party

for Tammy and her four daughters.

With over 30 rooms,

the style is both comfortable and elegant.

Most impressive, though, are the hallways

lined with awards.

Tammy spends months out of every year on the road.

So, when she comes home, she relaxes here.

You’ve been linked to some really exciting men--

Rudy Gatlin,

New England Patriot Tommy Neville,

Burt Reynolds.

I don’t kiss and tell.

Mm.

Well, all your fans want to know one thing.

Mm. Here it comes.

Do you ever miss George Jones?

Oh.

I don’t worry about the things that he does,

and he doesn’t worry about the things that I do.

But I’ll never get George Jones out of my life.

He’ll always be a part of my life,

a very special part of my life.

I don’t want to get him out of my life completely

because he’s Georgette’s father.

-[reporter] Mm. -He was--he was my idol.

He still is.

Uh, we may not live together, but he can still make me cry

just listening to him sing.

But it’s a very special relationship.

-[knock on door] -[reporter] Gone are the days--

[Shug] Little visit from the Tooth Fairy.

Showtime, Jones.

♪ morose music ♪

♪

[indistinct chatter]

Bet you thought I was dead, huh?

Oh, George Jones isn’t the killable kind.

[upbeat twangy music playing]

♪

♪ The places where we used to meet ♪

♪ We go together ♪

♪ Step by step like shoes on our feet ♪

♪ We go together ♪

♪ Just like the sand out in the sea ♪

♪ What good is sugar if you have no tea? ♪

♪ What good are you if you don’t have me? ♪

♪ We go together ♪

Oh, this doesn’t feel right.

I need a lady up here to help me out to sing this song.

[all cheering]

Is that Tammy?

Tammy! Come on up.

♪

Tammy Wynette, ladies and gentlemen!

Tammy Wynette.

[cheers and applause]

♪ And that old feeling we used to get ♪

♪ Even feels better ♪

♪ There was a girl you made me forget ♪

♪ The day I met her ♪

[both] ♪ Just like tears in a baby’s eyes ♪

♪ Just like the stars up in the sky ♪

♪ Like ice cream and an apple pie ♪

♪ We go together ♪

♪ We go together like storm and rain ♪

♪ Just like the fire that needs a flame ♪

♪ Just like the picture needs a frame ♪

-♪ We go together ♪ -You’re a little rusty, honey.

[both] ♪ We go together like the moon and June ♪

♪ Just like a fork needs a spoon ♪

♪ Just like a song that needs a tune ♪

♪ We to together ♪

♪

[person moaning]

My roommate Betty’s gonna die.

-[thunder rumbles] -[person] Mmm...

-You got any cold beer? -Mm...

Can’t do a nightcap. My girls are inside.

-But we’ll do this again, okay? -Mm.

-You promise? -Yeah.

[vehicle departing]

[thunder rumbles]

♪ tense music ♪

♪

♪ gentle guitar music ♪

♪

[birds chirping]

[person sighs]

George, I don’t want any of that in this house now.

[imitates duck quacking]

[Peanutt] Charlene, the duck’s back!

[Charlene] Tell him we got chicken.

George, you gotta put the bottle down

you wanna come inside.

[Jones] I’ll just get it on my way out.

Come on.

Charlene, I think he’s gonna need some more.

[Charlene] Oh, I know.

[Jones] Mmm.

[sighs, sniffs]

This is a real nice place you got here.

But have you given thought

about adding some fuchsia touches?

Nothing drastic, just a little accent here and there?

Hmm.

[sniffs]

Did I tell you how I went to visit Lefty Frizzell

-right before he died? -You did not.

No, you never told me that story.

[Jones] He went from owning a twin-engine jet plane

to being locked in a basement by his wife,

living on a diet of vodka.

He was my hero.

I didn’t know what to say to him.

He didn’t know what to say to me, either.

You know what it feels like to be alone, really alone?

Not since I found the Lord, I don’t.

-[Jones] Yeah. -I don’t, George.

-And I never will. -Yeah.

I never pegged Jesus to peg you.

Well, He loves the sinner above all.

Mm-hmm. [sniffs]

I mess up everything good in my life.

Damn, I build something up, something beautiful,

and I...

get a place to be in the world and find a woman...

...the best woman to share it with...

...and I just tear it all down again.

Well, your foundation...

was built on sin.

[laughs]

[Peanutt] You know, George, you and me,

we pulled a lot of drunks.

You know it.

And I don’t think one of them went by without you screaming

that he was after you.

"He’s after me. He’s after me."

There’s gonna be a day of reckoning.

It’s in the book.

Hmm.

Can I pray over you, George?

If it’ll make you feel better, Little Jesus.

♪ soft music ♪

♪

Dear Heavenly Father,

George Glenn Jones is a sinner.

He is a drunk.

He has abandoned his children.

He let down

just about every person he’s ever loved

or who’s loved him.

But his heart is pure.

Bring him home, oh, Lord. In Jesus’ name, amen.

[Jones] No.

♪

[crying] It ain’t gonna-- it ain’t gonna work.

He don’t want me.

-He wants you. -He could have had me by now.

He just don’t want me.

He just don’t want-- [sobbing]

[mumbles, sniffles]

He just don’t want me. That’s all.

[doctor] There were no guarantees

that surgery would be the end to your pains.

I did everything I was supposed to.

This was always a possibility.

When your schedule allows,

I’ll get you in for another surgery.

[Tammy] Oh, honey, I already had six.

I know your sort of scar tissue has a mind of its own.

[Tammy] Mm-hmm.

What am I supposed to do until then?

I’d only do this for you.

[sighs]

Keep this between us.

I’ll show you how to administer the injection.

[light guitar music playing]

♪ I can hear the rains ♪

♪ Falling softly ♪

[Tammy] Mm.

♪

♪ As I watch him lying ♪

-♪ Next to me ♪ -Wow.

That’s pretty.

I like how it goes up like that.

♪ I can feel his heart ♪

♪ Is beating softly ♪

♪

♪ He just loved me ♪

♪ So tenderly ♪

♪ But it should be ♪

♪ You and me ♪

Oh.

That’s--that’s really pretty. I like this.

-Take the next verse. -Okay.

♪

♪ When he touches me ♪

♪ I feel your fingers ♪

♪

♪ And each time we kiss ♪

♪ Oh, I see your face ♪

♪

♪ When he locks the door behind us ♪

-It goes up? -Yep.

♪ Then he thinks the world can’t find us ♪

♪ But he can’t see ♪

♪ No, he can’t see ♪

♪ That it should be ♪

[both] ♪ You and me ♪

♪

[Tammy] Hmm.

It’s really...

[gasps] Oh.

Sheila’s my friend, Richey.

I lie next to her, and all I think about’s you.

Don’t say that, Richey.

I’ve been so worried that someone wants to hurt you.

-Tammy? -Yeah?

You’ve got to know how I feel, huh?

Write those songs for George

about what it’s like to love you.

Write all those songs for you about...

feeling like you’ll never have the one you want.

It’s no accident it comes out sounding so true.

That’s my love for you you’re singing.

Oh. I--

[Richey sniffs]

[sighs]

All right, I gotta go.

[latches clicking]

You don’t have to.

You don’t have to go.

-[Richey] I got you. -[Tammy] Thank you, Richey.

I started as an embalmer.

[Tammy] Oh.

I couldn’t bring myself to do it myself.

It’s from the doctor.

You don’t have to explain yourself to me.

♪ gentle music ♪

-[groans] -[Richey] It’s all right.

♪

-There you go. -[Tammy] Mmm.

♪

Mmm.

[Richey snoring softly]

[Tammy humming, piano notes playing]

♪

♪ twangy music ♪

♪

♪ We knew somehow we’d make it ♪

♪ Together me and you ♪

[piano music playing]

♪

Are you real?

Why wouldn’t I be?

Well, I’ve been seeing you sometimes

when you ain’t there.

Yeah, I guess that can happen

when you’re doing what you’re doing.

Yeah.

I’ll never get my head wrapped around--

everybody knows about all your terrible business,

but nobody seems to mind.

Except you, angel.

Well, I’m worried about you.

-[Jones] I’m all right. -Yeah?

I got stars coming in and out of here helping me out.

It keeps me off the road, which I hate...

-[Tammy] Mm-hmm. -...as you well know.

You moved into a bar.

[Jones] You don’t even know where you’re standing, do ya?

[Tammy] Oh, something special here?

I did it right in front of his face!

-[Tammy] And then I said... -Yeah.

-..."He ain’t giving her back." -Mm-hmm.

Is this a wise investment?

Well, we’re making money hand over fist.

Mm. Where is it? [sniffs]

[both chuckle]

[Jones] Peanutt’s saving me, so...

-[Tammy chuckles] -I’m on the upswing currently.

[Tammy] Oh, Peanutt’s your savior.

-[Jones] Yeah. -That’s rich.

Him and Charlene are living clean.

[Tammy] Well, good for them.

And he told me that the Lord

would send me a sign of His favor, and...

here you are.

Don’t you flirt with me.

You’re just lonely.

Loneliness makes people do stupid things.

-Mm. -[Tammy] Billy called me.

He, uh--well, we worked up some real good songs

about love gone wrong.

I want to cut them with you and then tour them.

[imitates duck quacking]

You okay?

Sorry, old habit--one of many.

This is business.

It’s an opportunity for you to get back to normal.

You--you can see your daughter.

She really needs you.

Why should we let divorce ruin a perfectly good partnership?

[sniffs, grunts]

[band tuning up, indistinct chatter]

[sniffs]

-Daddy? -Hmm. Oh, hey, baby.

You gonna sing pretty for me?

Oh, sweetheart, you know I am.

Yeah.

Okay, let’s go for it.

[Tammy] George is gonna need to rehearse one.

Mm-mm. I know what I’m doing.

Okay. [chuckles]

Lou, put a little reverb on Tammy’s mic.

-Richey? -Yeah?

-This is my session. -Oh.

Tammy’s asked me to have more of a managerial presence, so...

Let’s go for a take.

[twangy guitar music playing]

♪

[grunts]

♪ We always wanted ♪

♪ A big two-story house ♪

♪ Back when we lived ♪

♪ In that little two-room shack ♪

[both] ♪ We wanted fame and fortune ♪

♪ And we’d live life the way the rich folks do ♪

♪

♪ We knew somehow we’d make it ♪

♪ Together me and you ♪

♪

♪ With dreams and hopes of things to come ♪

♪ we worked and never stopped ♪

♪ Not much time for you and me ♪

♪ We had to reach the top ♪

[both] ♪ We bought that big two-story house ♪

♪ And soon became the envy of the town ♪

♪

♪ With all our work behind us ♪

♪ We finally settled down ♪

-♪ Now we live ♪ -[singers] ♪ Yes, we live ♪

[both] ♪ In our two-story house ♪

♪ Oh, what splendor ♪

[both] ♪ But there’s no love about ♪

♪

[Tammy] ♪ I got my story ♪

[Jones] ♪ And I’ve got mine, too ♪

[both] ♪ How sad it is ♪

♪ We now live ♪

♪ In a two-story house ♪

♪

♪ The house is filled with rare antiques ♪

♪ There’s marble on the floor ♪

♪ Beauty all around us ♪

♪ Like we’ve never seen before ♪

♪ There’s chandeliers in every room ♪

♪ Imported silks and satin ♪

♪ All about ♪

♪ We filled our house with everything ♪

♪ But somehow left love out ♪

-♪ Now we live ♪ -[singers] ♪ Yes, we live ♪

[both] ♪ In a two-story house ♪

[Jones] ♪ Oh, what splendor ♪

[both] ♪ But there’s no love about ♪

♪ I got my story ♪

♪ And I’ve got mine, too ♪

[both] ♪ How sad it is ♪

♪ We now live in a two-story house ♪

♪ How sad it is ♪

♪ We now live in a two-story house ♪

♪

[Lou] Okay, it was good.

You know, that’s a right fine song you wrote, Tammy Wynette.

♪ Bobbie Gentry’s "Fancy" ♪

Mm-hmm.

♪ I remember it all very well lookin’ back ♪

♪ It was the summer I turned 18 ♪

♪ We lived in a one-room rundown shack ♪

♪ On the outskirts of New Orleans ♪

♪ We didn’t have money for food or rent ♪

♪ To say the least, we were hard-pressed ♪

♪ Then Mama spent every last penny we had ♪

♪ To buy me a dancin’ dress ♪

♪ Mama washed and combed and curled my hair ♪

♪ And she painted my eyes and lips ♪

♪ And then I stepped into my satin dancin’ dress ♪

♪ It was split on the side clean up to my hips ♪

♪ It was red-velvet trim, and it fit me good ♪

♪ And starin’ back from the lookin’ glass ♪

♪ Was a woman where a half-grown kid had stood ♪

♪ Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down ♪

♪ Here’s your once chance, Fancy, don’t let me down ♪

♪ Lord, forgive me for what I do ♪

[Jones] Well, that was something else.

♪

Why don’t you come back and...

run those nails on me again?

Who you been doing that to lately?

-You shut your mouth, Jones. -Oh, yeah?

-Yeah. -Oh.

Why don’t you shut it for me?

[chuckles]

♪

Where are you going?

[Tammy] I got a house full of teenagers.

[Jones] Can I come with you?

I don’t want to confuse the girls.

I haven’t done the best that I could, I know.

I’m feeling stronger.

Baby, I know you. Can’t pretend I don’t.

-Well, I know you, too. -[Tammy] Mm-hmm.

I know who you are.

You’re the best person I know.

If I keep sleeping in this dingy little room,

there’s a chance some morning

they’re gonna come roll me over

with blood dripping out of my nose.

Hey, don’t say that.

[Jones] Now, that’s not the way it’s got to be.

It’s not.

There’s a happy ending.

[Tammy] Mm.

You’re my hope.

♪

Well, we’re going on tour.

You show me you make it through, and--

and then we’ll talk.

♪

[Jones] But you got to get rid of that other feller.

-I don’t--I don’t-- -Which one?

[Jones] I don’t play that game.

-[Tammy] Uh-huh. -[Jones] Mm-mm.

-All right. -[Tammy] Bye, Jones.

♪ Now, in this world ♪

♪ There’s a lot of self-righteous hypocrites ♪

♪ That would call me bad ♪

♪ And criticize my mama for turning me out ♪

♪ No matter how little we had ♪

♪ And though I ain’t had to worry ♪

♪ About nothing for now on 15 years ♪

♪ I can still hear the desperation ♪

♪ In my poor mama’s voice ringin’ in my ear ♪

[Richey] You need to call the police next time this happens.

[Tammy] I just don’t want it to be public.

I call the police. They call the press.

Then everybody’s in my business.

[Richey] All right, I understand.

I think it’s just a fan who’s upset

that I’m no longer with Jones, that’s all.

Well, then I’ll buy you a gun.

I’ll feel a heck of a lot better sleeping--

-[Tammy] Oh, I don’t like guns. -[Richey] You need protection.

[laughs]

You can’t stay here alone.

This is some helter-skelter stuff here.

The girls aren’t safe.

Well, can you stay here, then?

-[sighs] -[Tammy] What? What’s wrong?

[chuckles]

I have been so patient.

Tammy...

I want it to be you and me.

It is you and me, Richey, and Sheila.

[chuckles]

And Nan and Jan and the boys in the band

and Billy and...

Jones...

...and the girls.

It’s all of us.

[cup thuds lightly on the table]

Marry me.

What?

Come on.

I should go.

Wait. Richey.

Richey, don’t.

I’m sorry.

[sighs]

[Richey] That feel good to you, sugar?

[mumbles]

[Richey] That’s all I want for you.

You don’t gotta hurt.

[softly] Okay.

[Richey] Feeling nothing.

Is there anything better than that?

I’m always gonna take care of you.

You’ll never have to ask anyone for anything...

...ever again.

[crowd clamoring]

All right, I need everyone to give Miss Wynette to her room.

Keep an arm’s-length distance.

Oh, Richey, these are really nice people.

It’s gonna be okay.

Do you think ever maybe your songs are bad for us?

You okay, honey?

That we can only be worth something if we have a man,

even a terrible man?

They’re just pretty love songs.

I wouldn’t think too hard on it.

-Richey? -[fan] Thank you.

[fan 2] Tammy, wait, please.

[indistinct shouting]

[Richey] Whoo.

-Tammy. -Hey.

Uh, Georgette, you want to go see your daddy?

Come on. Would you help Georgette find Jones?

This isn’t a place for you.

-Come on. -[Tammy] Thank you so much.

What’s going on?

I want you to know I don’t blame you.

Oh, Sheila... [chuckles]

...whatever you--

No, whatever you think is happening

between me and Richey isn’t.

Yes, it is.

No, it’s-- [laughs]

Oh.

The whole world falls in love with Tammy Wynette.

I did.

But free love isn’t free. It costs someone something.

I-I understand that. Mm-hmm.

[sniffles]

Aren’t you gonna say you’re sorry?

Yes, of course, I’m sorry.

Of course.

[chuckles] You’re not used to having to say that.

You’re usually the perfect one. [chuckles]

I love you, Sheila.

And, uh...

I hope you could still love me.

I can’t not love Tammy Wynette.

Oh, honey.

I’m, uh-- I’m gonna need you...

I’m gonna need all of you to just, you know...

...just keep this between us.

I-I know that’s a lot for me to ask right--

I know.

No, we wouldn’t want anyone to think anything bad about you.

-That’s not--that’s not what-- -All right, come on, let’s go.

You should l-listen to your husband.

-He’s divorcing me. -[Tammy] No, he’s not.

You’re gonna work this out.

Right, Richey?

It’s not professional,

bringing our personal matters here, so let’s go.

-Come on. Let’s go. -[Sheila cries]

[dog yaps]

Okay. All right.

[dog barks]

[Sheila] Come on, Alfie.

Sorry for embarrassing you all.

-[shudders] -[dog barks]

[sighing]

You slept with Richey?

Why?

[sniffs, grunts]

[sniffs]

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪

Georgette. [knocks on door]

Oh, hey, baby. Hey.

[sniffs]

-I think we need soda pop. -Yeah.

-We gonna need some soda pops. -[Jones] Right.

[Shug] Here we go.

Hey, sweetie. Where’s your mama?

[Georgette] Mama told me to come find you.

-She did? -Yeah.

♪

Okay.

Well, uh, you just wait here one second.

I’ll be right back, okay?

Just one--one--one second.

♪

You be good, Jones. You be good and worthy.

Good and worthy.

[Sheila] I’m too much sometimes. I am.

[Richey] No, sugar, you’re not too much.

-[cries softly] -Look...

everything’s gonna be okay.

Well...

I came to tell her something, but I--

I let my own feelings get in the way.

[dog whimpering]

[Sheila] I want to go back and tell her.

[Richey] I’ll give her the message, promise.

[Sheila] I wanna tell her what kind of man you are.

I wanna tell her what you wrote on her house.

-[screams] -[dog barking]

♪ tense music ♪

♪

[dog continues barking]

[Tammy] So I made both sweet and spicy.

-It’s real good, Tammy. -You spoil me.

-You spoil me. -Go on.

Jan, Nan, come on,

get up here before these boys inhale everything.

I’m good.

You want anything, Nan?

Oh, no, thanks, Tam.

I-I had a Krystal Burger for lunch.

[soft music playing]

♪

All right.

Here, this one’s the sweet.

Ooh, thank you so much.

-Mm-hmm. -It looks exquisite.

-Yeah, try the other one. -Thank you.

♪

[Jones and Georgette] ♪ ...face may be seen ♪

♪ Nothing preventing ♪

♪ The least of his favor ♪

♪ Keep the way clear ♪

♪ Let nothing between ♪

[together] ♪ Nothing between ♪

♪ E’en many hard trials ♪

♪ Though the whole world ♪

♪ Against me convene ♪

♪ Watching with prayer ♪

♪ And much self-denial ♪

♪ I’ll triumph at last ♪

♪ There’s nothing between ♪

[Jones] You sing so pretty. Mm.

♪ gentle music ♪

♪

[rain pattering]

[Tammy] Oh, thanks, Richey.

[Richey] Probably should show Jones how to do this.

Can’t do it for yourself, it’s not really a friend’s place.

[Tammy] Oh, no. You can’t--you can’t tell anyone about this.

And George-- please don’t tell George.

He’s doing so well, Richey. I-I don’t want to mess it up.

[Richey] You’re not leaving me

with much of a choice here, sugar.

I am offering you stability...

protection.

Hell, I’m the one who’s always there.

I’m not doing this again.

You understand?

[mumbling] No, don’t say that.

You’re humiliating me.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪

Say yes.

♪

Say yes.

♪

Say yes.

♪ upbeat twangy music ♪

♪

[person] Have a good show, George.

♪

You know anyone that can fix this up?

-Mm-hmm. -[Jones] Yeah.

George Jones is here before you today

as one testifying to a life changed in Christ.

Well, I’m no preacher. Testify elsewhere.

Can I come home now?

George.

You gonna love me when I’m old?

Hey. Have a good show, shug.

[Tammy] Oh, you ain’t the sweetest thing?

Will you put those on the counter?

I come bearing gifts to you, too.

Tell me that ain’t more money

than you’ve made in the last six years.

Hey, can you, uh, clean up my neck, hon, hmm?

Hey, I got stuff I need to say.

Give me a few minutes with Jones.

Oh, I got some stuff I could say, too.

Oh, hey, you got--

you got water dripping all over your shirt, friend.

[razor clicks, buzzing]

Who’s this SOB think he is?

Don’t get worked up. Don’t.

[Richey] I set up this whole album and tour.

I write you a big old check. And I get called an SOB?

Isn’t that fine thank-you and "how are you"?

Neither of you get worked up.

Have you told him?

Richey, it’s-it’s just-- it’s not the time.

When--when is the right time?

Why are you all talking around me like I ain’t here?

I hate that.

Tammy’s gonna do me a great honor.

Richey.

[Richey] We thought we’d tell you first,

seeing as you’ve been so tenderhearted.

Hate to have you read about it in the press.

That wouldn’t be fair, now, would it, Tammy,

to have George here read about your personal business

in the papers and hear about it on the TV and such?

No...

Richey, that wouldn’t be fair.

Oh, mm-mm.

You marrying him?

Hmm?

[Tammy] He does stuff for me--

stuff that I-I wouldn’t expect you to understand.

Well, you best tell me about it so I do understand.

Well, you don’t get to know everything about me.

Well, I know one thing. I know you love me.

-We sing together. -Oh, yeah?

What’s the difference?

[Tammy] It’s my decision. I need your support.

You’re just breaking stuff for fun.

How’s that feel?

Hmm?

How’s it feel to have someone just rip up your whole world

and not give you any say in the matter?

[Richey] All right.

Let’s all try to be grown-ups here.

George, Tammy’s got a solo gig on the Coast tomorrow.

And she’s got a plane to catch straight after the show.

[Tammy] You do 30 minutes if you can.

You call me on, and we’ll do some duets.

And I’ll stay on. I’ll close out the show.

Good news is, you get out early,

so you to get up to whatever you get up to.

I’m opening for her?

Tammy is the attraction here.

Yeah, it sure seems like it.

♪ Now, the race is on ♪

♪ And here comes pride up the backstretch ♪

♪ Heartache’s going to the inside ♪

♪ My tears are pulling 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 ♪

He has been out there for two hours.

♪

[Richey] Tammy’s gonna miss her plane.

-Here’s a cig. -Thanks, honey.

Mm.

♪

[singers] ♪ One day I ventured in love ♪

♪ Never once suspecting what the final results would be ♪

♪ How I’d live in fear of waking up each morning ♪

♪ And finding that you’re gone from me ♪

♪ There’s ache and pain in my heart... ♪

♪

♪ Somebody new came up to win her ♪

♪ And I came out in second place ♪

♪ Now the race is on ♪

♪ And here comes pride up the backstretch ♪

♪ Heartache’s going to the inside ♪

-Cut the lights. -[person] What?

-Now! -[scoffs]

♪ My heart is out of the running ♪

♪ True love’s scratched for another’s sake ♪

♪ The race is on, and it looks like heartache ♪

♪ And the winner loses all ♪

[cheers and applause]

[Jones] All right, how about it?

Looks like we got a little bit of a-a situation.

Hey, Charlie, did you forget to pay the electric bill?

Hey, y’all--y’all can still hear me, right?

[cheers and applause]

I’m George Jones.

I started out singing on a street corner.

I don’t need no spotlight to sing.

Mm-mm.

This next song is a new one

written by my soon-to-be husband-in-law,

George Richey.

Kill his mic!

He’s written a bunch of my songs.

[person] Sound man’s down there.

-[Jones] They’re all true. -God!

He had a front-row seat to a lot of hard times

that me and Tammy had.

And I guess me and Tammy having hard times

was real good for his wallet.

[cheers and applause]

It seems like Nashville just couldn’t keep

their nose out of it.

I guess our heartache was too tempting

for the poets to leave it be.

[gentle music playing]

♪

♪ I’ve heard the sound ♪

♪ Of my dear old mama ♪

♪ Crying ♪

♪

♪ And the sound of the train ♪

♪ That took me ♪

♪ Off to war ♪

♪

♪ And the awful sound ♪

♪ Of a thousand bombs ♪

♪ Exploding ♪

♪

♪ And I wondered if I could take it ♪

♪ Anymore ♪

♪

♪ There were times when they almost ♪

♪ Drove me crazy ♪

♪

♪ But I did my best ♪

♪ I took it like a man ♪

♪

♪ But who would think in my lonely room ♪

♪ I’d hear it? ♪

♪

♪ The one sound in the world ♪

♪ My heart can’t stand ♪

-♪ To hear that sound ♪ -[drum pounds]

♪ And to know it’s really over ♪

♪

♪ Through tear-stained eyes ♪

♪ I watched her walk away ♪

[switch clicks, feedback screeching]

[audience groans]

[shouting and booing]

♪ And of earthquakes ♪

♪ Storms and guns and more ♪

♪ Lord, nothing has ever hurt me ♪

♪ More than that lonely sound ♪

♪ The closing of... ♪

♪ ...the door ♪

[cheers and applause]

Sorry you missed your plane, darlin’.

Go to hell, George.

I’ll tell the devil you sent me.

[crowd cheering and clamoring]

[insects chirping]

What you doing, Possum?

[truck door closes]

What are you doing on the hood of your car in my driveway?

Where were you?

[Peanutt] I’ve been at church, George, helping out.

[Charlene] He’s been out there all night.

-Yeah, what’s it to you? -All right, easy.

-Charlene, go inside the house. -[Charlene] Mm-mm.

I’m staying right here.

Nobody’s yelling at me on my own land.

Go inside the house.

-[Jones groans] -[Peanutt] Why are you here?

You want to talk? Why are you here?

I’m here to rip every little hair

out of your head, Little Jesus.

You ready?

Proverbs says that wounds by a friend are to be trusted.

-[Jones] Oh, really? -Yes.

I’m your friend?

[Peanutt] Yes, you are my friend.

You’re touching me.

-[Peanutt] I am. -Don’t.

-[Peanutt] I am. -Hey, hey, hey, hey.

[Peanutt] Because I’m gonna pray with you right now,

right here outside.

-No, I’m not doing that. -[Peanutt] Yes, I want you to--

Come on, just kneel down with me

and pray with me, all right? Just let--

Hey. You listen to me.

There ain’t nothing or nobody

in this world that’s true.

Jesus Christ is true.

Please just come down and pray.

[Jones] Hey!

Who’s going to save you now, Little Jesus?

[Peanutt] What, you gonna shoot me, George?

You gonna shoot me?

Mm-hmm.

Well, if my end is your beginning,

then so be it, George,

because you are my brother in the Lord.

-[gunshot] -[Charlene screams]

[Jones] He didn’t mean to do that.

He didn’t mean to do that.

-[Peanutt groans] It’s okay. -[Charlene crying]

[engine turning over]

♪ dramatic music ♪

[Charlene sobbing]

[Nan] Richey’s got this place crawling with troopers.

[Jan] They’re looking for George.

Peanutt put out a warrant.

-You don’t have to do this. -[Tammy] Yeah, I do.

Mm-mm. I’ve seen you in love.

This isn’t it.

If I wasn’t sad, there’d be nothing to sing about.

[Jan] I don’t like you talking like that.

-Then you can go. -[Nan] Tammy.

[Tammy] You too.

Just go. Come on.

Just give me some...

-[sighs] -[door opens]

[Jan] You girls need to go in there

and talk some sense into your mama.

She don’t care what we think.

Look at what she’s making us wear.

[gasps] Don’t you girls look pretty.

Jan says Mama said she decided she doesn’t want

to marry you today.

Did you, now?

[Jan] Mm-hmm.

You don’t look at her that way, you hear?

Ought to be careful,

representing other people’s feelings, Jan.

Liable to cause some unintended hurt.

You’re a motherfucker.

[knocks] Tammy?

-Mm. -[door opens]

-Sugar? Hey. -Oh, I’m not feeling...

♪ upbeat twangy music ♪

♪

♪ tense music ♪

♪

[cries softly]

[camera shutter clicks]

♪

[Richey] Come on, hon. There you go.

♪

A tremendous day for this most joyous occasion.

Tammy Wynette, you have brought

happiness to millions.

-Make that millions plus one. -[people] Aww.

[Richey] Thank you for making me happy.

You’re welcome.

Will you bless us with a song?

-Tammy. -I’m not singing.

Come on.

[Tammy] Mm-mm, I don’t want to sing a sad song today.

[Richey] It’s okay.

Here you go.

Okay.

Here you go.

Ooh, you got it?

I don’t want to sing a sad song.

-Okay, sing a happy one. -You boys don’t mind, do you?

No.

That’s Tammy Wynette’s band now.

-Aren’t they handsome? -[person] They are.

[Tammy] Yeah.

[scattered applause]

Ohh. Ooh.

[inhales deeply]

Mm, this is a happy day.

I just haven’t really been myself for the past few years.

Ever since I can remember, I’ve had pain...

operations to try and make it stop.

The only thing in the whole world...

...that makes me feel better is this man

standing right here next to me.

You make my pain go away, Daddy.

I wish my daddy were here...

...to see how everything turned out.

Oh, he died when I was just a--

Well, he didn’t get to see me all grown up...

[sighs]

...and happy.

-How come nobody’s dancing? -[chuckles]

Let’s hear something nice from, uh, The Jones Boys.

Yeah?

[Richey] Guys, let’s go.

-One, two, three... -[Richey] You want to dance?

[gentle music playing]

Mm.

♪

I’ll just put the-- put the microphone back.

♪

[Tammy laughing]

♪

[glass clatters]

Oh! [laughing]

-[Richey] It’s all right. -[continues laughing]

[applause]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪

[radio chatter]

♪

[engine rumbling]

♪

-[engine revving] -[tires squealing]

[sirens wailing]

[Jones] Whoo-ooh!

Whoo!

[tires squealing]

Oh, yeah.

Ain’t nothing perfect in this world.

Ain’t that right, Deedoodle?

[tires squealing]

[imitates duck quacking]

♪

[imitates duck quacking]

♪