Crazy Heart (2009) - full transcript

♪ I've been loved and
I've been alone ♪

♪ All my life I've
been a rolling stone ♪

♪ Done everything
that a man can do ♪

♪ Everything but get
a hold on you ♪

♪ Done everything
that a man can do ♪

♪ Everything but get
a hold on you ♪

Oh. Jack, you bastard.

Fucking bowling alley.

Shit.

Jesus god.

Bad Blake. Welcome to Pueblo.



- I'm proud to meet you, sir.
- Hey there.

I've been listening to you
for a hell of a long time.

- Did you have a good trip?
- Long, but good. Yeah.

Played Clovis, New
Mexico, last night.

I saw some pretty
country. Glad to be here.

Well, down there is the bandstand.

I'll catch up with you later, but
sure is good to have you, Bad.

Makes my day. And there's
no smoking in the alley,

but you can sure finish that one.

I'll take a McClure's up
with a beer back, darling.

4.75.

- Oh, it's on the tab.
- No tab.

I'm Bad Blake, darling. I'm...
well, hell, I am the band.

Jimmy. Tab?



Mr Blake.

We have a real nice room for
you over at the Starlight Inn,

and, of course, all your meals
are taken care of, but,

I'm afraid we can't let
you run a bar tab.

It's in the contract. Damn.

Mr Greene of Greene & Gold,
he put that in himself.

- Did he?
- Yes, sir.

Well, if you and Jack
have an agreement,

we're going to have
to stick with that.

But don't you worry
yourself about it.

- How much?
- 4.75.

Mr Blake, let me personally offer
you all the free bowling you want.

Hold that, would you please?

Yes, sir.

Hey, Bad, this is Jack.

Listen, I didn't want
to tell you this

till you came off this swing, but,

the label cut 'So Sweet, So Bad.'

Huh? Why, that fucker's
still selling.

Well, it was slowing
down a lot. You know

what? Chains don't
want it any more.

Plus Tommy Sweet's got
nine albums out there now.

What about his new
album? I'm going to

get off the road here
in a couple weeks.

I can get right to it.

Tommy wants to know if you
got any new material.

Oh, shit. New material. You know
I don't have any new material.

Nothing wrong with the old stuff.

Tommy thinks he's leaning
too heavy on the old stuff.

He doesn't want people to think
he's riding the gravy train.

That son of a bitch. He has a
lifetime pass on the gravy train.

Hey, Bad, who's asking
who for a record here?

Jack, you jerk-off.
You get your ass

out here to Clovis
goddamn New Mexico.

You play in the piano bar of
some fucking bowling alley,

get up the next morning at
5:00 and drive 300 miles...

with haemorrhoids so
bad feels like you

got a nest of fire
ants up your ass,

then you tell me about
the gravy train.

You and Mr world
famous Tommy Sweet,

both of you try that sometime.

Why don't you sit down and
write some songs, huh?

Keep talking. Keep talking.

Jesus God. What's the matter?
Can't do it any more?

I'm tired of listening to
your griping at everything.

You're capable of it. Jack.

You keep going out every
fucking night drinking.

Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me.

I'm 57 years old.

I'm broke. I got $10 in my pocket.

I sent you money when you
were still in Texas.

- So spend it wisely, my friend.
- Yeah. Fuck you. Goodbye.

Here we go.

All right, thank
you. Thanks a lot.

Mr Blake?

Oh.

I'll be goddamned-go-to-hell.
It really is you, ain't it?

I can't believe it. Bad Blake
right here in my store.

I'm Bill Wilson. I'm
a big fan of yours.

Here you go. Here you go.
Here's your McClure's.

I try to keep track of
what all the stars drink.

Hey, you know what?

My wife, Beverly, she is
one of your biggest fans.

She'd flat-out die if
she knew you were here.

But we're going to
the show tonight.

And if you could sing "I
don't know" for Beverly...

- You got it.
- It'd mean the world to her.

"I don't know" for Beverly. Yes,

sir, old buddy, you
can count on it.

Oh, hey, come here. Come here.

I want to be able
to tell everyone...

that I bought Bad Blake a drink.

- You're kidding me.
- No.

Why, thank you.

Hey. "I don't know"
for Beverly and Bill.

Yes.

All right, hold on, hold on.

Hey, Mr Blake. I'm Tony.

Tony and the Renegades,
your band for tonight.

Oh. Yeah, of course. Oh.

Me and the boys are setting
up over at the alley...

and was wondering what
time to start rehearsing.

Why, just as soon as you can
and as often as you can.

- That's the secret.
- Mr Blake?

Mr Blake?

Sorry to bother you.
I was just wondering

what time you were coming over.

Come here.

Yeah, I got some lead sheets
here if you all can read music.

Chord charts if you can't.

Here. Take this CD.
That's for you.

Here's your whole kit. And
there's a playlist in there.

Watch your hand.

All right, I'm going to
meet you over there.

- You guys go on.
- Mr Blake?

It'd really mean a lot to us if
you come over a little early...

and we got to go over some leads.

Lead? Son, are they paying you
more than they're paying me?

I just thought maybe you could
show us some of that old stuff...

like Bad's boys used to do.

You taught Tommy Sweet how
to play guitar, didn't you?

Listen to the CD. Listen good,
and go over those lead sheets.

I'll be over there
in about an hour.

I'm going to grab some supper.

All right. Well, thank you,
Mr Blake. Appreciate it.

All right.

Thought you weren't going to show.

Son, I've played sick, drunk,
divorced and on the run.

Bad Blake hasn't missed a goddamn
show in his whole fucking life.

Now I'm playing a fucking bowling

alley backed by a
bunch of hippies.

You sure they ain't paying you
more than they're paying me?

Come on. Showtime.

Ladies and gentlemen, please
welcome to the spare room...

the wrangler of
love, Mr Bad Blake.

Go to "C."

Now "F."

♪ I used to be somebody ♪

♪ But now I am somebody else ♪

♪ I used to be somebody ♪

♪ Now I am somebody else ♪

♪ Who I'll be tomorrow ♪

♪ Is anybody's guess ♪

♪ I was cleared of
all the charges ♪

♪ With money, women
and my health ♪

♪ I was cleared of
all the charges ♪

♪ With money, women
and my health ♪

♪ But now that I'm
a rambling man ♪

♪ You belong to someone else ♪

Hey, Mr Blake.

- You all right, Bad?
- Oh. Yeah, I'm good.

We're back on.

Oh.

It's wonderful to be here in
Pueblo with you all tonight.

And if I've learnt
anything over the years,

it's to give you
people what you want.

Otherwise, you won't want
anything ever again.

Well, here's a song I'm hoping
some of you are going to want.

It goes out especially to my
dear friends Bill and Beverly.

God bless you.

♪ I don't know, baby
where we stand ♪

♪ Where's the future
that we planned ♪

♪ So long ago ♪

♪ I don't know ♪

Aw, shit.

♪ Think about when I
was doing better ♪

♪ I've got a lot to show ♪

♪ I could write a song and
I could write a letter ♪

♪ I could write a book
about what I don't know ♪

♪ My past is pretty rocky
and my future ain't long ♪

♪ Why do I think we
got a chance at all ♪

♪ Where does the wind blow ♪

♪ Baby, I don't know
Baby, I don't know ♪

Here we go.

Oh. Thank you, Pueblo.
Thank you, thank you.

You all drive safely,
and God willing,

we'll all get together
again here real soon.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the star of the show,

the legendary Bad Blake.

- Have a good night.
- Whoo.

Sounds real good.

Real good.

It's been a long time since I
played with a good piano player.

Oh, thanks, Mr Blake. That
means the world to me.

- I'm Wesley Barnes.
- Mighty fine, Wesley.

- You work before?
- Oh, when I was a kid.

- I just do this for fun.
- Oh.

Well, for fun and a
couple of extra dollars.

Well, sure nice to
run into somebody

on the road who really is good.

It's going to be a pleasure.

Can I ask you a favour, Mr Blake?

"Bad," buddy. "Bad."
What can I do for you?

You know, I hate to impose,
especially since we just met.

But, see, I got this
niece, and she's a writer.

She's trying to be a writer. She
writes local here in Santa Fe.

I mean, it's not the New York
times or anything. But anyway,

she writes about
music and she would

love to do an interview with you.

Ah.

Well, I haven't done
one of them for years,

but, yeah, you send your
little niece around.

- I'll be glad to help her out.
- Oh, great.

- We going to play a little?
- Yeah, we going to play some.

Mr Blake?

- Oh.
- Who the hell are you?

I'm Jean Craddock
from the Sun Scene.

I'm Wesley Barnes' niece.
I'm here for the interview.

Oh. Oh.

Yeah, I just, I just got out of
the shower. I'm having dinner.

I'm sorry. I'll just come back.
When's a good time for you?

No, no, no. Just wait outside.
Let me get my clothes on.

All right.

Jesus God.

- Be right there.
- All right.

Hi. Come on in.

I'm so sorry. I
should have called.

No, no. No pictures.

You want some steak or
a potato or something?

No. How about later?

- Which?
- Pictures. Maybe on stage.

Oh, that'd be all right.

All right. You want
no roll or nothing?

All right. Sit on right
down. Thank you.

All right.

- Mind if I eat?
- No.

- Tape recorder ok?
- Go ahead. That's fine.

All right.

You always dress for dinner?

So, how'd you learn music?

My daddy.

He had this old
Washburn steel-string.

He couldn't play a lick on it.

I, you know, picked it up,
started fooling with it.

Guess that's how.

Right. And what were
you listening to?

Bunch of people you
probably never heard of.

Lulu Belle and Scotty,
Emmett Miller.

Georgia Wildcats. You
ever hear of them?

No, I never heard the
Georgia Wildcats.

Nah, I didn't figure you did.

How about Hank Williams?

Gene Autry? You know,
Waylon and them boys?

- Right.
- Lefty Frizzell?

- You want a drink?
- No, thank you.

So, you said...

you feel like your music is
also influenced by the blues?

Oh, yeah.

Son House, big Bill Broonzy.

We all owe our existence
to them Delta boys.

You ever want to do anything else?

Play baseball.

I was pretty good, too, you
know, for a while there.

I couldn't hit the curveball.

Well, I just figured I'd stick
with the guitar, you know?

Son of a bitch stayed
where he was supposed to.

How about you? You always
want to be a writer?

I didn't know what I
wanted for a long time.

But now you do?

Well, now I know what I
don't want to do again.

Yeah. Amen.

- You married?
- I was.

One of those things you
don't want to do again?

- Not unless it's right.
- Yeah. How the hell do you know?

Well, you tell me. You've
been married five times.

Jesus Christ. Four times.

Come on. Four times.

You going to make another
album with Tommy Sweet?

Two things I don't want to talk

about; multiple
marriages and Tommy.

Right. What's your real name?

I'm Bad Blake.

I wasn't born Bad.

When I die, my tombstone will
have my real name on it.

Until then, I'm just
going to stay Bad.

It's an awful long time for people
to have to wait to find out.

Maybe, maybe not.

You a daddy? You got any kids?

Sweetie, I'm going to have
to start getting going here.

All right. Can you give me just

another half an hour
after the show?

Well, let's see how it goes, huh?

I appreciate you having to do
your work. I understand that.

- But let's just see how it goes.
- Ok. All right. Thank you.

So, Wesley's, what, your cousin?

- He's my uncle.
- Oh.

That boy sure can play piano.

- All right. Thank you.
- All right now.

♪ I was going where
I shouldn't go ♪

♪ Seeing who I shouldn't see ♪

♪ Doing what I shouldn't do ♪

♪ Being who I shouldn't be ♪

♪ I never meant to hurt no one ♪

♪ I just had to have my way ♪

♪ If there's such a
thing as too much fun ♪

♪ This must be the price you pay ♪

♪ It's funny how falling
feels like flying ♪

♪ For a little while ♪

♪ Funny how falling
feels like flying ♪

♪ For a little while ♪

♪ You never see it
coming till it's gone ♪

♪ It all happens for a reason ♪

♪ Even when it's wrong ♪

♪ Especially when it's wrong ♪

Wesley.

Hey. All right.

- You were wonderful.
- Oh.

- You haven't lost anything.
- Why, thank you.

I think you might be better
than you were back then.

I'm Ann.

- Hi, Ann.
- Hi.

I have loved country
music my whole life.

Have you?

Yeah. I even know the "B"
sides of your albums.

Oh, that's better than me.

I was thinking, if
you weren't doing

anything after the show tonight,

we could get a late
dinner, or cup of coffee.

Well, I would, but I promised
a reporter an interview.

That's all right.

I know you're in town
for another night.

Another time would be fine.

I got to get back to work.

Could you play "Get a
hold on you" for me?

I'd love to, right now.

Thank you, Santa Fe.

I'll be here one more night.

This goes out to Ann.

♪ I've been loved and
I've been alone ♪

♪ All my life I've
been a rolling stone ♪

♪ Done everything
that a man can do ♪

♪ Everything but get
a hold on you ♪

So, how did you...

You played a gospel song in a bar.

I did.

How'd you get away with
that? How'd you know?

If you'd been doing it as long as
I have, you'd know those things.

- Here you go.
- All right.

Cheers.

- What else you want to know?
- Records.

What's your favourite?

Oh, I've have to say
"Falling and flying."

It made me a lot of money, that
song. Turned my whole life around.

You get tired of playing it?

When I have to play it
twice, three times a night.

But, you know, it's
been too good to me.

Can't turn my back on it.

So, in today's world of
artificial country music,

who's real country?

What?

Was that a stupid question?

- Is Tommy Sweet real country?
- Tommy, oh, yeah.

He tries covering it up. I
taught him country, you know?

He won't admit it.
He's got to compete

with what's coming out
of Nashville today.

But, yeah, he's real country.

How did you meet him?

I don't want to talk about Tommy.

All right. What do you
want to talk about?

I want to talk about how bad
you make this room look.

I never noticed what a dump it
was until you came in here.

I haven't seen somebody blush
in I don't know how long.

Well, I can't help it. My
capillaries are close to the skin.

Where you from anyway?

I'm from Enid, Oklahoma.

Of course you are.

What's the most important
thing about you, Oklahoma?

I've got a son, Buddy.

He's four.

He's at his babysitter.
I'd better go get him.

Thank you for talking to me.

Did you get what you need?

- Could always use more.
- Yeah, well,

come to tomorrow night's show. We
can continue where we left off.

All right.

Ok then.

Nighty-night.

Hey, Bad. I got
great news for you.

Now, I'm busting my ass on this.

So write it down.

Cancel Benson, Arizona,
on your itinerary.

You're into Phoenix,
Arizona, Sun Pavilion.

8:00 o'clock sharp. How's that?

Pavilion?

Hey, I just called
to tell you you're

out of The Red Bison Lounge...

And you're opening a
major show in Phoenix.

Opening? Shit, I don't open...

Bad, cut the shit. Now,
where else are you

going to play in front
of 12,000 people?

- Open for who?
- You're opening for Tommy.

No, no. No. No goddamn way.

I haven't been able to convince
him about doing the record yet.

But at least I got him
to agree to this.

No, I'm not going to do it, Jack.

I'm not going to
open for Tommy. I'll

open for somebody
else, but not Tommy.

Who else are you going to
open for? You're going to...

open for Madonna? You
want me to call her?

The dream of every sidesman is
that someday the front man,

whose ass he's been staring at for
years, is going to open for him.

I don't owe Tommy
Sweet that dream.

I don't owe him a fucking thing.

We both know Tommy owes you big.

But we also both know
how much this is worth.

I'm going to call you
back this afternoon.

There is no time, Bad.

Yes or no?

I've got to have time to
think about this. Come on.

No time. Yes or no?

Yes, goddamn it. Yes. Yes.

- Yes. Fuck, yes.
- All right.

Ok. Jesus Christ. It's like
pulling it out of you.

Now don't fuck it up, all right?

Hey, let me ask you something.

Am I going to actually get to go

backstage and meet
Tommy and everything?

That's very funny, Bad, but I
don't have time for this shit.

Goodbye.

See you later, you
fucking asshole.

All right, boys, let's wing
this thing Tejano style.

I'm going to give
you what you want.

Huh.

♪ I don't know, baby
where we stand ♪

♪ Where's the future
that we planned ♪

♪ So long ago ♪

♪ I don't know ♪

♪ I don't know if
you're my friend ♪

♪ Or a long-lost lover
coming back again ♪

♪ Where did you go ♪

♪ Baby, I don't know ♪

Oh, yeah.

Whoo.

Hold that.

Come on, sweetheart. Get up.

Whoo.

All right, baby, don't
forget. I love you, girl.

All right.

Whoo-hoo.

♪ You'd think by now I'd
have known better ♪

♪ I ain't got a lot to show ♪

♪ I could write a song I
could write a letter ♪

♪ I could write a book
about what I don't know ♪

♪ My past is pretty rocky
my future ain't long ♪

♪ Why do I think we
got a chance at all ♪

♪ Where does the wind blow ♪

♪ Baby, I don't know ♪

♪ Where does the wind blow ♪

♪ Baby, I don't know ♪

Where does that damn wind go?

Huh?

Thank you, Santa Fe.

And good night. God love you all.

Hi. Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

I was waiting on the
sitter for my son, and oh.

You know how hard it is to find a
sitter at 1:00 in the morning?

I get off work at
1:00 o'clock. I know

how hard it is to find everything.

I'm just glad you found me.

Who's watching your boy?

Oh, a friend. He just got there.

- You want a drink?
- All right.

- You want to follow me?
- All right.

All right.

Are you going to ask
me more questions?

Just a couple. All right, so,

so where do all those
songs come from?

Life, unfortunately.

Is this really what you
want to talk about?

No, I guess not.

For some reason I can't explain,

I keep feeling
obliged to apologise

for these ugly rooms and,

well, being less than you
probably imagined me to be.

Is this that famous country charm?

I was never famous for charm.

It's not too late to start.

You want something
else for your article?

Oh. Let me just get my recorder.

Come here. Come here.

I'm opening...

for Tommy in Phoenix tomorrow.

Bad Blake's hit the big time.

Oh, that's great, right?

That's what my agent says.

You going to come with me?

- Will you?
- You're kidding.

This is my serious look. Come on.

Bad.

I can't.

All right.

How about...

I come over this morning and
fix you and your boy...

some world-famous Bad
Blake biscuits, huh?

What do you say?

All right.

Now you just hold
that right there.

There. Now let me see
your other finger.

Hold it like that.
Can you do that?

You right-handed or left-handed?

Oh, that one?

Ok. Put that there like that.

And cock this finger.
Here's your trigger finger.

About like that.

Wait. Now here's the
most important part.

Take a bite of that biscuit.

Yeah, that's it.

You feel that flour
and that butter

coursing through your body, huh?

Giving you a power you
never thought you had?

Huh.

Your shirt getting all
tight with muscle?

Whole worlds have been tamed
by men who ate biscuits.

Now shoot.

- And he scores.
- Did you score?

That's how we get
it done in Texas.

Yes.

- Gimme five. Ow. Ooh.
- Yeah.

That's a real nice
boy you got there.

Thank you.

He's not around men much. I
worry about that sometimes.

What about his daddy?

Oh. I made a lot of mistakes.

I'm just trying not
to make them twice.

Good boy, good mum.

Good biscuits.

- All right.
- Ok.

I'll see you after a while, huh?

- You take care now.
- So long.

Come on, Bess.

Jack, you cocksucker.

Thank you.

♪ Lord, it's the same old tune ♪

♪ Fiddle and guitar ♪

♪ Where do we take it from here ♪

♪ Rhinestone suits and
new, shiny cars ♪

- I'm Bad Blake. Where do I park?
- Through there.

♪ It's been the same
way for years ♪

♪ We need to change ♪

♪ Somebody told me when
I came to Nashville ♪

♪ Son, you finally got it made ♪

♪ Old Hank made it here ♪

♪ We're all sure that you will ♪

♪ But I don't think
Hank done it this way ♪

♪ No, I don't think
Hank done it this way ♪

Ok.

Damn good to meet you, Mr Blake.
I'm Ralphie, Tommy's road manager.

Big fan. Big fan. Got
a big show tonight.

- Hey, Bear. This is Bad Blake.
- Hey, how you doing, man?

- So what's your equipment like?
- Fender Tremolux.

- That's it?
- That's it, pal.

Man, you got a preference:
Marshall, Peavey, Vox?

I like my Fender.

You like your Fender.
Ok, no sweat.

We'll Mike it right into the P.A.

- Where's your stuff?
- '78 Suburban out back.

I'll take care of it.

You go on at 7:30. You get
45 minutes. Stay on that.

You can't go more than
three minutes over.

Tommy's on at 9:00.
He's off at 11:00.

These are the Bum
Steers, your backup.

Ah. This is the big time, boys.

How you doing? Bad.

I'm looking forward to playing.

Let's drink some of
this booze, huh?

Let's do it, baby.

Two bars of "D" and then we
hit the top of the bridge.

Go on, count it off, Johnny.

One, two. One, two, three, four.

♪ Never see it coming
till it's gone ♪

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

I need kick and snare. Turn
down the damn guitars.

- You're drowning out my lyrics.
- The mix is good, man.

You can't hear what
I'm hearing out here.

Yeah, you'd be surprised. Set it
the way I tell you and leave it.

The mix is just fine,
man. Trust me on this.

Bear, I'm an old man. I
get grumpy. Humour me.

Damn sound men. They try to
fuck up the opening act.

You know? It makes the headliner
sound that much better.

That's their fucking job.

You got another half
hour there, cowboy.

Hey there, partner. We're
going to be up on this...

stage till we get the
mix the way I want it.

You set the mix the way I
want it, or I'm going to...

be up here rehearsing right
through Tommy's set.

All right. Let's
take it from the top

of the bridge. Let's
see how Bear does.

One, two, three, four.

Now the guitars are
sounding right.

♪ Never see it coming
till it's gone ♪

Thank you, Bear. Much better.

Tommy. Can we get a picture?

Oh.

Well, well. Heard
you might be here.

You son of a bitch. Sit on down.

You always knew the
right thing to say.

How the hell are you, Bad?

I'm worse. That's about
right, I reckon.

What, you give up on the
Southern Comfort, huh?

I still drink it on stage.
It's good for the throat.

Yeah, that's what they tell
me. Too damn sweet for me.

Hell, I never liked it either. But
when you're one of Bad's boys,

you got to be able to
put away the whiskey.

I'm sorry. I hate to interrupt.

- Can I get an autograph, Tommy?
- Sure.

You're my favourite. I
got all your records.

Thank you.

But this is the, this is
the autograph you need.

That's Bad Blake.

- Taught me everything I know.
- Cool.

Great. Thanks. I'll be
at your show tonight.

- I may even make it to San Diego.
- Appreciate your support.

I was thinking about...
about our tours together.

They were some good times, boy.

Oh.

Look, I'm really glad you
agreed to do this, Bad.

Oh, God. Are you kidding?

I need the money.

Wasn't for this, I'd be playing
some saloon in Benson, Arizona.

Yeah.

You remember that time we,

we broke down on the
desert in west Texas?

Sat out all day waiting
for that goddamn wrecker.

Well.

Just you and me and a
case of warm beer.

- Those were the days.
- Yeah.

Ain't remembering wonderful?

- How's the tour going?
- It's a grind.

- Fifty dates in two months.
- Oh.

- How about yours?
- I'm out for a month. Six states.

- Pickup bands?
- Yeah.

That's a ballbuster.

Hell, we should've gotten together
earlier, done the whole tour.

We tried that.

There was just too
much going on, Bad.

That damn movie shoot
down in Mexico.

- Jill was on my ass all the time.
- Yeah.

Would've been a hell
of a tour though.

Oh, yeah. Hell of a tour.

Aw, shit. I'm sorry,
Bad, it didn't work out.

I was trying to keep
my marriage together.

- Don't hold that against me.
- I got a career too.

And a marriage or two I
wanted to hold together.

I know. I know.

You gave me my start, Bad.

Don't think I don't remember that.

But I got a life too.

Well, well.

Those are the ugliest goddamn
boots I've ever seen in my life.

Was the salesman threatening
to shoot your dog?

Oh.

Right. How come we're not
doing another album?

Why won't you do it?

Hold up now. I never
said I wouldn't.

DMZ just doesn't think it's the
right thing to do. That's all.

- I think it is.
- Well, you may be right.

They want a couple more solos
first. Then we do a duet.

And you got first shot.
I already told them.

You know, I need money now.

I'm 57 years old.
Career's going nowhere.

I need something to
get it jump-started.

They won't give me
a damn solo album.

I need this, goddamn
it. I really do.

I swear, Bad. I can't get
them to budge on this one.

But there is a way you can make
some money if you want to.

- Enlighten me.
- Songs.

I ain't got no new material.

Everything I'm hearing
is straight crap.

You write me five new songs,
I'll give you back end.

I ship two million albums
every time I release one.

I haven't written a new
song in three years.

Too many goddamn songs.

You write some of
the best material

out there, Bad. I want some.

Wrote. Wrote. Not write.

Well, I'm glad to see you
still got old Bessie.

Ah, she runs like a top.

Do it, Bad. You got
a couple months.

See you tonight.

Mr Greene has sent five
boxes of product...

or you to sell here at the show.

Sell? What are you talking about?

He sent 500 units of
memories for you to sell.

Aw, shit. I sing, I
play. I don't sell

my goddamn records at my concerts.

Tell him to get his
ass out here to

Phoenix and pick up
his goddamn CDs.

I'm just delivering the message.

Jesus Christ.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome on stage,

the wrangler of
love, Mr Bad Blake.

Sure is good to be
with you tonight.

Of course, at my age,
it's good to be anywhere.

Three, four.

♪ I was going where
I shouldn't go ♪

♪ Seeing who I shouldn't see ♪

♪ Doing what I shouldn't do ♪

♪ And being who I shouldn't be ♪

♪ A little voice told
me it's all wrong ♪

♪ Another voice told
me it's all right ♪

♪ I used to think
that I was strong ♪

♪ But lately I just
lost the fight ♪

♪ It's funny how falling
feels like flying ♪

♪ For a little while ♪

♪ It's funny how falling
feels like flying ♪

♪ For a little while ♪

♪ I got tired of being good ♪

♪ I started missing
that old feeling free ♪

♪ I stopped acting like
I thought I should ♪

♪ And went on back to being me ♪

♪ I never meant to hurt no one ♪

♪ I just had to have my way ♪

♪ If there's such a
thing as too much fun ♪

♪ This must be the price you pay ♪

♪ It's funny how falling
feels like flying ♪

♪ For a little while ♪

♪ It's funny how falling
feels like flying ♪

♪ For a little while ♪

♪ Never see it coming
till it's gone ♪

♪ It all happens for a reason ♪

♪ Even when it's wrong ♪

♪ Especially when it's wrong ♪

♪ It's funny how falling
feels like flying ♪

♪ For a little while ♪

♪ It's funny how falling
feels like flying ♪

♪ For a little while ♪

♪ I was going where
I shouldn't go ♪

♪ Seeing who I shouldn't see ♪

♪ Doing what I shouldn't do ♪

♪ And being who I shouldn't be ♪

This is the guy who taught
me how to sing that song...

and just about everything
else, Bad Blake.

I got to go backstage and
listen to the rest of his show.

Thank you, Bad.

Bad, Tommy would like you
to join him in his set...

for "Please Release Me" and
"Memories." I'll cue you.

I got records to sell.

Bring out the band.

♪ I was born on a
flat-top two-Lane ♪

♪ Picked up a guitar and
every day I'd sing ♪

♪ Till I was gone ♪

♪ Gone, gone, gone ♪

♪ I should've known that
this love would never last ♪

♪ I see it clearly through
the whiskey in my glass ♪

♪ Till you're gone ♪

♪ Gone, gone, gone ♪

♪ I've been wasting
too much time ♪

♪ I'm in a big hurry I got
to get on down the line ♪

♪ My trouble travels in a song ♪

♪ Because I'm gone ♪

♪ Gone, gone, gone ♪

Directory assistance.
What city and state?

Santa Fe, New Mexico.

- Bud.
- Hello?

Hey there, buddy boy. It's
your old biscuit maker, Bad.

- Hi.
- What you up to?

Watching dinosaurs.

- Yeah? What are they doing?
- Eating breakfast.

Yeah? Any of them eating biscuits?

Yeah.

Is your mama there?

- Hello?
- Hey there.

It's Bad.

Jean?

Hi.

How was Phoenix?

Oh, you know.

- How you doing?
- Where are you?

I don't know. Out in it.

Why? I mean, what are you doing?

Oh, thinking about you.

Now stop it.

Are you thinking about me?

I'm finishing my article actually.

That's not what I meant.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, I got a couple days off
before I got to be in Houston.

I was thinking about stopping
by. What do you think?

Jean?

You're not making this easy on me,

girl. You want me
to stop by or not?

- Ok.
- All right.

Well, I'll be by in about
three or four hours then.

See you in a little bit.

- Bye.
- Bye now.

Whoa.

Hello, Mr Blake.

- Just sit back. Relax.
- Where am I now?

You're in Santa Fe. You
have a broken ankle.

- You also have a concussion.
- Where's my guitars?

They're in the closet
with your clothes.

Oh. Got to get out of here.

When you can go is
up to the doctor.

Where's the doctor?

I'll get the doctor for you.
Just sit back. Just relax.

We'll get the doctor.

Let me be honest with
you, ok? The problem...

isn't your ankle. It
will heal cleanly.

The problem is your general

condition, or the
extreme lack of it.

Now, the kinds of
stuff we're talking

here, emphysema, heart
failure, cancer,

an extremely good
chance of a stroke,

are going to kill you.

Are you going to talk to me?

- About what?
- Look.

Let's not kid ourselves about
this one. You're an alcoholic.

I'll take care of
your leg, give you

something for your cholesterol.

But you have to stop
smoking, stop drinking...

and lose 25 pounds.

Ok, Mr Blake?

Ah, geez. If I'm half
as good about being

laid up as I think
I'm going to be...

ok, you need to hush
now, seriously.

Why? Am I rambling?

Must be those blue
pills. Think I can

get a prescription
or two of those?

No.

♪ Your heart's on the loose ♪

♪ You roll them sevens
with nothing to lose ♪

♪ This ain't no place
for the weary kind ♪

You know that song?

Can't remember who did it.

That's the way it
is with good ones.

You're sure you've
heard them before.

You wrote that?

Yes, madam, just now.

- This is so unfair.
- What?

Some people give 10
years of their life

to be able to do
something like that,

and it just, it just
pours out of you.

You mad at me?

- You want me to go to a motel?
- No.

What?

I don't want you to go.

Well, what then?

Well, you're writing
a song on my bed.

- So?
- So...

every time I lie
down, I'm going to

hear that beautiful goddamn song,

and,

and you're going to be out there,

running around, not even
remembering this day...

that I can't even forget.

If I could walk, I'd come to you.

Sweetie, come here.

Come here. Listen to me.

When I was at the hospital,

I thought about who to call.

Who really gives a damn about me?

And then, I thought about
who I wanted to see.

You hear me? Huh?

I'm not going to forget about you.

I'm not going to
forget about this day.

I promise you.

Look at you.

What the hell are you
doing back in Santa

Fe? You're not
supposed to be there.

- I'm visiting a friend.
- Well, can you drive yet?

Pretty soon.

All right. I want you to
get back out there...

- as soon as possible.
- Jesus Christ.

If you found out your
sister was turning

five-dollar tricks,
you'd overbook her.

Very, very funny. Remind me to
book you into some comedy clubs.

Just so you know, I
have a contract here...

offering you $75,000.

An advance for an album to be
recorded at a future date.

Why? Wait... wait a
minute. What offer?

Don't worry about
who, who, who, who.

Plus, another $20,000
for first refusal

rights for all songs
to be written...

or co-written by you
over the next two years.

What? What? Holy shit.

This is going to be your
best year in the last seven.

And you know who's
responsible? Tommy Sweet.

So do me a favour. Ease
up on him, will you, pal?

- Tommy?
- Yeah, Tommy.

Yeah, you got me.

All right, I'm going to
talk to you in Houston.

And don't marry your friend.

I'm not getting married. Listen.

Bullshit.

You want to call him back and tell
him I'm not about to marry you?

You might want to wait till I
ask before you turn me down.

I'm going to sleep
on the fold-out.

It'd be too confusing for Buddy.

- No, I'll do that. No, no.
- No, no. You need a bed.

It's all right. I want to.
I'm going to go get him.

He really wants to
draw on your cast.

- Will you do something for me?
- You name it.

Don't drink in front of him.

No problem. Here.

Bad.

Whoo.

Look at you, bud.

♪ If I needed you ♪

I can see the mountains. Whoo.

♪ Would you come to me ♪

♪ And ease my pain ♪

Hey, mum. Look at that.

♪ If you needed me ♪

♪ I would come to you ♪

Wow.

♪ I would swim the seas ♪

♪ For to be with thee ♪

What a ride. Come here.

Wow. Was that fun? Oh, my God.

Ow. Ooh. You've got to go up
there. It's like another world.

Ooh. Kiss me.

Take that. This domestic
deal, pretty darn intense.

- He's always like that?
- What are you talking about?

You've been married a whole bunch.

Yeah.

But I, you know, I didn't,

I got a 28-year-old son, Jeannie.

I haven't seen him since
he was four years old.

- Where is he?
- I don't know.

His mother, Mary Jo,
lives in Mafa, Texas.

I don't know what he looks like.

I don't know what he does.

Never taught him how
to ride a bike or

watched him play
baseball. None of that.

Why not?

I don't know. I wasn't
there, even when I was.

I couldn't live if I lost Buddy.

That's the damnedest part. You do.

Maybe we can get away by
ourselves this weekend.

What day is today?

- Thursday.
- I'm not going to make it, see?

- Oh, well.
- Come here now.

Come here now. Don't rip your
pretty dress. Come here.

What?

♪ I looked into your eyes ♪

♪ The lost open windows ♪

♪ All around ♪

♪ My dark heart lit up the skies ♪

I got to go. I got to go.

Oh.

♪ Now that I've worn out ♪

♪ I've worn out ♪

♪ The world ♪

♪ I'm on my knees in fascination ♪

♪ Looking through the night ♪

♪ And the moon's never
seen me before ♪

I love you.

♪ But I'm reflecting light ♪

Stir that up.

I got to get to the paper.

I'm going to drop
Buddy off at the day

care and probably be
back around 3:00.

Why don't you let him
stay here with me?

- Oh, you don't want to babysit.
- What are you talking about?

Buddy, you want to go see your
friends at the centre, right?

Oh, come on. We want
to stay here, mum.

Yeah. We want to stay here.

- Oh, we do?
- Please?

- And do what?
- Man stuff.

Yeah. Man stuff.

How are you going to do
that with your ankle?

Oh, come on. Be
good for all of us.

- Please, mum?
- We'll be fine. I promise.

- Please?
- All right.

I got his lunch box
right over there.

I'm going to go get
his car seat. Here.

Ok. You take that.

Will you pick me up some cream of

tartar? I need that
for my biscuits.

- Some what?
- Cream of tartar.

All right.

You play cards?

- Yeah.
- Yeah? What do you play?

Just regulars, like
crazy eights and...

Hey.

- What?
- You know what we ought to do?

We ought to see if we can go out
and find some trouble to get into.

- Huh?
- Yeah, big trouble.

Be kind of fun. What
you got in your box?

Here you go. Whoo-hoo. Ha-ha.

There he goes. Whoo.

Put your head back. I got you.

I got you.

Hey, hey, hey. Now,
be careful up there.

Don't fall down.

Hey, Bud.

I brought you something.

Bud?

Buddy?

Oh, my God. You scared
me. What time is it?

- We had fun. Nobody died.
- Come here.

You taste like chocolate.
Look what I brought you.

You can be my roadie and my
groupie all rolled into one.

Set those down there. Here.

Whoo. Look at that paint job, huh?

That's rust. Metal-flake rust.

I want you all to come to Houston.

Would you do that? Huh?
Throw those in there.

I'm going to be there
for four months.

Nights only, so I got my days off.

Well, I took some time
off for your visit,

so I don't know if
I can do it again.

You can take Buddy down there. All

kinds of great stuff
to do in Houston.

All right. We'll see.

They got that aquarium with
a big fountain down there.

All right, we'll see.

"We'll see." That means no.

No, that means we'll see.

All right?

Lot of good stuff to
write about in Houston.

You know, me.

Well, that's more than a visit.

- A lot of other good stuff too.
- Jesus.

I don't want to hear it, darling.

Well, I don't want it around
Buddy. That much I know.

I heard you the first time.

It's like living
with a rattlesnake.

Geez.

Wait.

I can't even see you.

♪ Your body aches ♪

♪ From playing your guitar
and sweating out the hate ♪

♪ The days and the nights
all feel the same ♪

♪ Your body aches ♪

♪ From playing your guitar
and sweating out the hate ♪

♪ The days and the nights
all feel the same ♪

Ok? Then I'm going to teach
you a few words of English.

Ok, here.

- Hey, hey.
- Hey.

What are you doing here?
I've been looking for you.

- Yeah.
- Hey. Jesus, Bad.

- Hey, you look like shit, man.
- Oh, ho. Yeah.

I know. It's on account of all
the toilets I have to play in.

Yeah?

- Oh.
- Yeah. Good to see you.

Oh.

Sorry about the wreck.
Heard about that. Sorry.

- Could've been worse.
- Yeah?

How's business?

Business? Oh, ho. Business.

What business? Since
you've been on the road,

I tell you, it's crap.

Yeah, well, if you'd
clean this joint,

maybe you'd figure out how to
get this business running.

Well, if I ever cleaned
it up, I might

find out that we're
both broke, you know?

I had to get rid of my bartender.
It's just me and old Jesus here.

That's it?

Shit.

Yeah. Just us. So, how's the road?

Oh, well, it ain't
getting any shorter.

Makes coming back here look good.

I have a feeling, knowing you,

something happened
out there special.

Yeah.

I met this, I met this
woman in Santa Fe.

Yeah? Doesn't surprise me.

- Ooh. She's a good one.
- Yeah?

Real good.

Want some more? No, you
don't get any more, no.

- That's it.
- Oh, you son of a bitch.

879 miles.

That's kind of a
tough trip for a man

who has to work
Saturday nights, right?

Yeah. Yeah, but worth it.

Yeah, well, we'll get you
back in shape singing.

I want you to meet somebody.
Where you at, Jesus? Come here.

I want you to meet a
legend. Big Bad here.

Hi there.

- What's your name?
- Juan.

- Yeah, Juan.
- Juan?

Jesus, whatever. You
know, he's a good man.

♪ The days and the nights
all feel the same ♪

Hello?

Hi. Is this Steven Reynolds?

Yeah, this is he. Who's calling?

Well, actually,

I'm on a bit of a hunting
trip here, buddy.

I'm trying to track down
a Mary Jo Reynolds.

She lived in Nashville
from 1980 to 1985.

She was born in Lima, Ohio.

You wouldn't be related
by any chance, would you?

She was my mother.

Hey, Buddy, I can't hear you.

Who is this?

- Your father.
- Who?

I'm Bad Blake, here in Houston.

I'm your father.

- How are you?
- What do you want?

I'm kind of shocked
hearing your voice.

You said "was."

- Mary Jo's dead?
- Two years come this October.

- What happened?
- Everything.

I'm sorry, Steven.

Yeah, well, listen.
What do you want?

I want to see you.

I don't think so.

Well, will you think about it?

I'm sorry, sir. I probably
won't be able to help you.

You know, take down
my number so...

I got your number.

Huh. Well...

you know, sleep on it,
think about it, and...

really would like to talk.

Imagine that.

I made the cars go real fast.

Real fast. Then the Jeep
went around the corner,

- and it went boom.
- Oh, you got the cars, huh?

I can make them go faster than
anybody. Then they crash.

What he's trying to
say is thank you.

But, you know, you've got to stop.

You got to stop
sending him things.

He thinks you're Santa Claus.

I do think he's Santa Claus.

Well, I just, I wanted him to know
I'm thinking about him, darling.

- You thinking about me?
- Yes, I am.

You all right?

Called my son last night, Jeannie.

And?

Well, he wouldn't talk to me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I don't blame him.

Jeannie.

I'm not feeling well. I'm going
to have to call you back.

Bad.

Big Bad, where you at, boy?

Lord, not again.

Hey.

We're going fishing, all right?

Let's go. You forget? Let's
go. Come on. Get dressed.

I'm waiting on you.

Toss me another one of those
barley pops, would you?

Ok. Yeah.

Here you go.

I hate to admit it, but
this is a damn good idea.

I just sent what might be
my best song ever to Tommy.

- What, to record?
- Yeah.

It's one of those you
hate to give up.

Why'd you do it?

Oh, he's paying me awful good.

He's in L.A. now recording it.

Well, I hope he don't fuck it up.

Oh, he can't fuck it
up. It's that good.

So, your boy. Your boy
don't want to talk to you?

No.

I don't blame him. I was wrong.
I had no right to call him.

Wait. Hold on. You
was wrong 25 years

ago and you've been wrong since.

But you called him. Now you're not
wrong. You're right. He's wrong.

Wayne, I went 24 years
without trying to find him.

He's right. Too little, too late.

No.

Never too late, son.
Never too late.

You called, and it's done.
All right? It's complete.

Now, you're on the right track.

You just keep going, because
he's your son. Right?

- Well, he's all I got.
- Well, you keep after him.

Do what you got to do.

It's like, you know,
you reminded me.

That song by Billy Joe Shaver.

I'm going to live
forever. I'm going to

cross that river when
I catch tomorrow now.

- Oh, yeah.
- Goes something like...

♪ Nobody here will ever find me ♪

♪ I'll always be around ♪

♪ Just like the songs
I leave behind me ♪

♪ I'm going to live forever now ♪

Listen to this now.

♪ You fathers and you mothers
be good to one another ♪

♪ Please try to raise
your children right ♪

♪ Don't let the
darkness take them ♪

♪ Don't make them feel forsaken ♪

♪ Just lead them
safely to the light ♪

- Hello?
- Hi.

- Hey.
- You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. Why?

You didn't sound like you
were all right yesterday.

You sounded like you
were dying a slow death.

Oh. Think it must've,
I don't know,

been food poisoning or something.

Well, I'm calling
because I got four

days off at the end of this month,

and I thought we might come.

Ah.

But I'm not sure it'd
be such a good idea.

What are you talking about? It's a

great idea. Why
would you say that?

You sure you're ok?

I'm worried about you.

Don't waste a minute
worrying about me.

There's nothing wrong that a visit

wouldn't cure. How's
Buddy boy doing?

He's fine.

So, you going to come?

Can you reach it?

Hey, there. Oh, you got your car.
Go through the tunnel there.

Well, I think he's had it.

You all right, bud? He's eating,
he's eating in his sleep.

What do you think of these
big buildings, huh, bud?

I bet Superman couldn't even
leap over these things.

Right here in this town...

is where Sam Houston and his boys
beat Santa Ana and his Mexicans.

Wasn't for this spot,

we'd all be speaking Mexican.

That's where Texas
got its star, right

there. You speak any Mexican, bud?

[Bud speaks a few
words in Mexican]

Hey, that's pretty good.

- Wow, bud.
- Where's that big turtle?

- What do you see there?
- Where'd he go?

I think there's a lobster
that was in here.

- You getting tired?
- Oh.

He's got so much energy,
he wears me out sometimes.

Why don't you go back to
that park? Take a load off.

Let bud and I fool
around, and we'll come

back around noon and
take you out to lunch.

All right.

Ok. You get your
wish in your head?

Huh? Here's the spot.

Here.

Pick one. Pick some.
You can have a bunch.

There you go. That's good.

Here's mine.

- Come on.
- Go. That's it.

Hey.

Bud? You want to go
inside where it's cool?

Huh? Let's do that.

Come on.

Giddap.

Hey, sailor, what say we go
in this place right here...

and wet our whistle before it
pop out of the ground, huh?

Out of the ground?
Like that guy on TV?

- What guy?
- On TV.

Yeah, that guy. Come on.

- Hi there.
- How are you guys doing today?

All right. Take a
load off there, bud.

I'll take a McClure's
if you got it. Yeah.

Yeah, make that a double.
Ginger ale for my pal here.

Make that a double too.
Like mine rocks, please.

- How about you?
- Rocks.

Well, lookee here. Look at this.

Hey, you want to go
explore? You can.

Oh, what'd you get? Huh?

Wow. Bud, you're getting
all kinds of good stuff.

All right, amigo. How
about $12.50 altogether.

$12.50? Jesus.

Oh.

Does this music drive you crazy?

You know, if I heard
it, it probably would.

All right, bud. Come on.
Get your ginger ale.

Buddy?

He's probably in the restroom.

Buddy.

Come on, bud.

Buddy?

Bud?

- Did he come back out here?
- No.

Buddy.

What the hell?

You see, you see a
little boy come in here?

Bud?

Oh, no.

Ow.

I lost my little boy.

Ok. He's got brown hair.

Four years old. His
name's Buddy. Buddy.

What was he wearing?

- I don't, I don't remember.
- Ok.

Well, sir, where did
you last see him?

A bar, a bar.

- Which bar, sir?
- Oh, hell, I don't know.

- It was a little dark bar.
- Ok.

All stations, we got a
lost boy. Four years old.

Brown hair. Name's Buddy.

Report back, please.

Thank you. Ok. Sir, why don't
you stay here with me, ok?

No, I got to go find him. He's
lost. He's from New Mexico.

- I'm supposed to meet his mother.
- I understand that.

We're going to find him. But
I need you to stay here.

All our guys are out looking
for him. All right, sir?

Sir, how much have you
had to drink today?

- I had a drink.
- A drink?

What goddamn difference
does that make?

Well, you lost him, sir.

Yeah, I lost him. I'm
going to go find him.

Bud.

You seen a little boy?

What's going on?

No, they're going
to find him, hon.

Where's Buddy?

They got all these
guys looking for him.

- What?
- No need to worry.

No. Guys are looking for him?

- I stopped just for a second.
- You stopped to get a drink?

Please don't touch me. Please
don't touch me. Excuse me.

Hi. I'm the mama of the boy
who's been lost. Jean.

- Jean, Jean.
- I asked you not to touch me.

- Here you go, son.
- Bud. Oh.

There's my Buddy
boy. Come here, you.

You're going to be fine.
There's my Buddy boy.

- Everything's going to be fine.
- Shut up.

We just got our wires crossed.

Jeannie, you can't go now. You
don't even have a ticket. Come on.

God, I should've listened to
my instincts. Every fucking,

every single bone in my body told
me not to get on that plane.

It's going to be ok,
Jeannie. Just...

No. Everything is not ok.

He's four years old. He's
scared half to death.

You know I wouldn't do
anything to hurt that boy.

Well, you did do
something to hurt him.

You and every other
man in my life.

Just nothing but
self-involved assholes.

Come on now.

- Just calm down.
- Oh.

- Let me.
- Now his backpack...

Jeannie. Can't we talk about it?

No, don't you touch me. It's
too fucking hard. Stop.

Let me drive you to the airport.
Come on. I can do that.

Sorry, Bud.

Let me drive you at least.

- Let me take that for you.
- Thank you.

All right. You start to
get your seat belt on.

Jean.

Jeannie.

- Hello?
- Wayne?

Bad? I want to get sober.

With that experience, I realised
that I had hit rock bottom.

So, here I am.

I'm Bad.

- I'm an alcoholic.
- Hi, Bad.

Couple of days ago, I
lost a little boy.

I was drunk.

Been drunk most of my life.

Lost a hell of a lot.

The other day, I heard
you were an entertainer.

I am.

I'm glad you're here. We all
know what a hard step it is.

Whoo. Hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey. Aha.

Look who's here. Look
who's here. Hee-hee.

Hey, good to see you.
Good to see you, Hoss.

- Man.
- Oh. Good to see you.

- How do you feel?
- I'm feeling great.

- Really?
- Oh, man.

Take it from somebody
who's been there.

- It don't last necessarily.
- Oh?

Now, it's going to get
rough, and you're

going to feel worthless,
maybe, maybe.

But I'm going to help you
with it. Understand?

Appreciate you coming.

Don't worry, old buddy.
I'm going to help you.

Let me put this in there.

Yeah. Yeah, well, I think
I got this thing licked.

- Well, let's hope so.
- Feeling better. All right.

One day at a time. All
right? Yeah, I heard that.

- One day at a time.
- Get your butt in the truck.

- Let's go. Good to see you, man.
- Yeah, hey.

♪ Well, it rained ♪

♪ Last night ♪

♪ And the stars ♪

♪ Shone bright ♪

♪ And way off yonder ♪

♪ We heard the whippoorwill ♪

♪ At the first light of dawn ♪

♪ We heard that he was gone ♪

♪ Our hearts were empty ♪

♪ And our eyes were filled ♪

♪ Open the gates ♪

♪ Welcome him in ♪

♪ Because there's a
brand-new angel ♪

♪ There's a brand-new angel ♪

♪ Who doesn't know about me ♪

Thank you.

Thanks for coming out.

It's so good to be home.

Jean?

What are you doing here?

Just listen to me.

I'm sorry.

With all my heart, I'm sorry.

I'm sober.

Detox, ant-abuse, the whole bit.

It woke me up.

That's good, Bad.

No, not Bad. I'm going back
to Otis, my given name.

No more Bad.

I'm changing everything.

That's good.

How's Buddy doing?

He's sleeping.

He's all right.

Can you ever forgive me?

God, I knew what... I knew
what the risks were with you.

And I took them, because,

because I love you, and...

putting Buddy in your hands,

I don't know that I'll ever
be able to get over that.

Well, I'm different now. You know?

I am too.

- Let me show you.
- You're not listening to me.

- We can start over, Jean.
- Listen to me. I am so,

I'm truly happy for you.

I hope you make a really
nice life for yourself.

But Buddy and I can't
be a part of it.

But I love both of you so much.

If that's true, you'll
leave us alone, all right?

Oh, come on, Jean.
Now don't say that.

Jean? Jean?

Jean.

Jeannie?

♪ This ain't no place ♪

♪ For the weary kind ♪

♪ This ain't no place ♪

♪ To lose your mind ♪

♪ This ain't no place ♪

♪ To fall behind ♪

♪ Pick up your crazy heart ♪

♪ Give it one more try ♪

♪ One more try ♪

Tommy.

Tommy. Tommy. Tommy.

Tommy. Tommy. Tommy. Tommy.

Tommy. Tommy. Tommy. Tommy.

You all ready for another song?

How you all holding up?

Good.

This song was, written
by a mentor...

well, more a friend.

And, well, it kind of
speaks for itself.

Sure do hope you all like it.

♪ Your heart's on the loose ♪

♪ You rolled them sevens
with nothing to lose ♪

♪ This ain't no place
for the weary kind ♪

♪ You called all your shots ♪

♪ Shooting eight ball at
the corner truck stop ♪

♪ Somehow this don't feel
like home any more ♪

That's one hell of a song.

Which reminds me.

♪ this ain't no place
for the weary kind ♪

They're getting bigger
by the day, kid.

Yeah, I'll say.

See you later, Jack.

Hey, Bad. That was a great show.
And you're doing real good.

Well, keep it up.
I'm proud of you.

Little gas left in the
tank, huh? See you now.

♪ This ain't no place
to fall behind ♪

♪ Pick up your crazy heart ♪

♪ And give it one more try ♪

Mr Blake.

You were in vintage form today.

Vintage. That's about right.

Heard you might be here.

You're not working for The Sun
any more. Oh, what's this? Ooh.

Guess you can't hold back a
good woman from Enid, Oklahoma.

He's a good guy.

Yeah, well, you deserve one.

You want to see Buddy? He's here.

No.

I'd love to, but I
don't know if it's...

best thing for him.

Hey, would you give this to him
on his 18th birthday for me?

- What is this?
- Well.

No, Bad. I don't want this.

- Hey.
- I don't want this.

- No. Come on now. Hey.
- I don't...

There wouldn't be this
song if it wasn't for you.

That's not money.

That's awfully kind of you.

Glad to hear you're doing so well.

Well, one day at a time.

So you'll give me an interview?

I sure will.

I'd say let's do it
in the bus, but look.

It's so much prettier
out here, isn't it?

It is.

It is amazing out here.
God, look at that.

So, you been all
right, I guess, huh?

- I've been all right.
- Yeah, me too.

♪ Your body aches ♪

♪ From playing your guitar ♪

♪ And sweating out the hate ♪

♪ The days and the nights ♪

♪ All feel the same ♪

♪ The whiskey has been ♪

♪ A thorn in your side ♪

♪ That doesn't forgive ♪

♪ The highway that calls ♪

♪ For your heart inside ♪

♪ And this ain't no place
for the weary kind ♪

♪ This ain't no place
to lose your mind ♪

♪ This ain't no place
to fall behind ♪

♪ Pick up your crazy heart
and give it one more try ♪

♪ Your lover's warm kiss ♪

♪ Is too damn far from
your fingertips ♪

♪ You are the man that
ruined the world ♪

♪ Your heart's on the loose ♪

♪ You rolled them sevens
with nothing to lose ♪

♪ This ain't no place
for the weary kind ♪

♪ I've been loved and
I've been alone ♪

♪ All my life I've
been a rolling stone ♪

♪ Done everything
that a man can do ♪

♪ Everything but get
a hold on you ♪

♪ I've done everything
that a man can do ♪

♪ Everything but get
a hold on you ♪

♪ I been blessed and
I been cursed ♪

♪ All my lies have
been unrehearsed ♪

♪ Of all the fire that
I walked through ♪

♪ Only trying to get
a hold on you ♪

♪ Of all the fire that
I walked through ♪

♪ Only trying to get
a hold on you ♪

♪ I saw you waiting at the gate ♪

♪ But I arrived a moment late ♪

♪ I saw you shed a single tear ♪

♪ Still I can't get
clear from here ♪

♪ I been high and I been low ♪

♪ I been people
that I don't know ♪

♪ Been to China and old Peru ♪

♪ Only trying to get
a hold on you ♪

♪ I been to China and to Peru ♪

♪ I'm only trying to
get a hold on you ♪

♪ Only trying to get
a hold on you ♪

♪ Nobody here will ever find me ♪

♪ I'll always be around ♪

♪ Just like the songs
I leave behind me ♪

♪ I'm going to live forever now ♪

♪ You fathers and you mothers
be good to one another ♪

♪ Please try to raise
your children right ♪

♪ Don't let the
darkness take them ♪

♪ Don't make them feel forsaken ♪

♪ Just lead them
safely to the light ♪

♪ And when this old world
is blown asunder ♪

♪ And all the stars
fall from the sky ♪

♪ Just remember someone
really loves you ♪

♪ We'll live together forever ♪

♪ Both you and I ♪

♪ I'm going to live forever ♪

♪ I'm going to cross that river ♪

♪ I'm going to live forever now ♪