George & Tammy (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - The Race Is On - full transcript

George!
George! George!

George! George!
George! George! George!

George! George!
George! George!

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 ♪

- Jones!

If you don't get
out there George,

there's gonna be a riot.

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.

- Jones!



Get out there now!

Bye-bye!

George.

George ain't here no more,

but I'll tell him that all
you kind and lovely gentlemen

- stopped by to see him.

♪ Hear the mighty ♪
♪ rush of the engine ♪

♪ Hear that lonesome
hobo squall ♪

♪ We're riding
through the jungle ♪

♪ On the Wabash Cannonball ♪

George! George! George!

- You're on.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the Possum is trapped.

Please put your hands
together for George Jones.

Where's George at?

Uh, well, all right. Um...

George! George! George!

George looks to be having
a standing problem.

- Charlie, you got that tape?
- Sure do, Peanutt.

Come on,
get your ass up.

♪ Cold and ♪
♪ deep inside like... ♪

He won't fall over, I promise.

- One more to go.
- I said stop.

- Here, here.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ The race is on and ♪
♪ it looks like heartaches ♪

♪ And the winner loses all ♪

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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

Whoo!

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.

Then again, if you see me sober,

I ain't awake.

I love you, George!

What's that?

- Marry me!

♪ Well, in North Carolina ♪
♪ way back in the hills... ♪

Come on, let's go, let's
go. We're gonna miss him.

Come on now.

- How's my hair look?
- It's great.

- Let's go!
- Okay, I'll be right back.

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!
- 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! Ooh.

White Lightning...

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.
- Bugged out

♪ And my
face turned blue ♪

♪ Lightning ♪
♪ started flashin' ♪

♪ Thunder started clashin' ♪

Whew! Whoo!

White Lightning

- Jackie, you wanna blot?
- Yeah.

Careful, now.

- Got it.
- Okay. Muah.

Ah, ah, mm!

- Oh, no, you missed some...

He ready for us?

I like the new hair.

Daddy got it for her.

- Hmm. Sure good.
- Yeah.

Okay. Ohh! You girls
be good for Donna.

I'll be right back, baby.

Ooh, watch your duds.

- Do I look okay?
- Yeah, you look good.

Don couldn't watch the girls?

No, today's his writing day.

His writing
day now, huh?

Don't be mean to Don.

That man took us in
when we had nothing.

You're
not my flapjacks.

Yeah. Excuse me.

You shy?

George.

Wake up!

Lord have mercy.

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?

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.

Tammy.

Uh, why don't you tell
Jones about yourself?

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.

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.

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.
- Hallelujah.

Oh, no.

Hey, no, what are you doing?

- Yeah?

Well, I don't know what
you're up to, neither.

- Anybody got a light?
- Shh.

Why I gotta shush?
She ain't my wife.

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.

Marriage is supposed
to make life easier.

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.

Yeah, you're all right.

♪ 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.

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.

Mama, I'm bored.

- Hey, no bitching.
- Oh.

Hey, don't curse at her.

Yeah, don't curse at me, Don.

- I am truly outnumbered here.
- You are.

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 right, my turn. My turn.

What kind of game has one
dice? That's all I wanna know.

- Six!
- Whoa!

Hey, keep this bastard
straight. Come on, now.

This game's
called "Aggravation,"

- and I'm aggravated.
- Ohh.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, man.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm gon' win this game.

Uh... hey, hey, hey, no! No!

George, you gotta go
inside the john, man.

- I'm just writing my name

in the carpet.

Why don't you try
autographing that toilet?

- Now go on... go inside.

- All right.
- Boom.

- Oh! Shit.

Ah, come on. Shit!

You made me get pee
all over my boot.

- Hey, look, pee on my boot.

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.

- Thank you, sir.
- Well, you're hot. I'm hot.

This is a
state-of-the-art vehicle.

George,
leave that boy alone.

Come on back over
here and sit down.

It's your turn.

- But I'm hot!
- Well...

- You fixed it.
- Come on, George.

- What happened?
- You broke it, sir.

- I broke it?
- Yeah.

Oh, Lord.

Well, I can't breathe.

I need some air.

Whoa,
hey, now, George.

The hell you doing, boy?

Ventilating.

- Oh, whoa! Whoa!

- George, no!

- Oh, man.

- You're crazy!
- Hang on there, boys!

Ah...
crazy son of a bitch!

Anybody hurt?

He said
to jump on Peanutt!

- Where is he? Is he okay?

- Peanutt?

You all right?

Uhh, oh,
yeah, I'm okay.

- Whoo!
- 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.

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.

You don't
look like no possum.

Oh, really?

How 'bout now?

Did you know I write
songs, Mr. Jones?

Lord, I did not, no.

♪ Just follow ♪
♪ the stairway ♪

♪ To this lonely world of mine ♪

There's not enough
me in the mix.

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.

- 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.

Beautiful.

♪ Just follow ♪
♪ the stairway ♪

♪ To this lonely world of mine ♪

♪ You'll find me ♪

♪ Waitin' here ♪

♪ In apartment number nine ♪

♪ Not so very long ago ♪

♪ You walked away from me ♪

♪ And after all ♪

♪ The plans we made ♪

♪ You decided to be free ♪

♪ Loneliness
surrounds me ♪

♪ Without your arms ♪

♪ Around me ♪

♪ And the sun ♪

♪ Will never shine ♪

♪ In apartment number nine ♪

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 ♪

♪ 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."

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...

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?

This is very nice.

- Very nice.
- 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.

I'm gonna stop doing your hair,

you dirty old,
married Pentecostal.

She told me not to come back.

- Sorry to hear that.
- 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.

Hmm.

Pass me that
potato, will you?

Yeah.

Hm.

Ugh.

Here.

It's a little trick
Shorty taught me

to soak up the booze.

If a girl singer got
drunk like you boys do...

They would toss her
outta Nashville so fast.

- You gotta be perfect.

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?

Well, the
girls aren't his.

- Hmm.
- Big one is,

but she's mine too now, so...

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?
- 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.

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.

♪ - Without your arms ♪
- Wynette, Wynette,

Daddy just ran outta here

and sent all the
local boys home.

I'll kill him!

She the killin' kind?

No, sir.

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.

Ladies
and gentlemen,

Ms. Tammy Wynette
and the Jones Boys.

- That's your name, innit?
- Yeah.

That's
your song, right?

- Yeah.
- You best get out there

- and sing it, then.

Thank you.

Come on!

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ - ♪
♪ - I'll even learn to like ♪

♪ 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 ♪

- Yeah!

- Thank you.

Whoo!

Hey, y'all, how's my hair look?

Right there? All
right, thank you.

Well, hey, uh, Tammy,

you know this one?

Oh, I know all your
songs, Mr. Jones.

Oh, no.

My daddy was Mr. Jones.

You can call me Baby.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

Hey.

-Hey.

I'm heading to Memphis.

Not too late to get
you on the bill.

Where'd that thing come from?

Come on, George!

Well, I guess somebody
called somebody.

Sucker's brand new.

- 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.

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.

Don't have to.

I have a
husband I need to, um...

track down.

Oh.

Here.

- Thanks.
- 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.

Um...

Somebody gonna call somebody?

Something like that. Mm-hmm.

- Hey, George!

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.

Come on, baby.

You're the one who'd
be nowhere without me.

You know, I was getting
to know him for you.

- Oh, was it for me?
- Uh-huh.

Help me get the
stuff out of the car.

Is he gonna sing my songs?

I don't know. I
told him how good you are.

You swear nothing happened?

Nothing happened.

Jones gave us a bus.

Where y'all want this?

♪ 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.

How you
doing? Say hello?

Sure.

Come right this way.

Tammy?

Come here and say hi to George.

Oh, is he here?

Yeah,
that's real pretty.

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.

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.

All right,
but Pappy Daily

ain't getting the
best outta you.

Well, hey, he made a commitment.

He's gonna honor it, Billy.

- She understands.
- Yeah.

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.

Does the air
conditioning run okay?

Yeah. It's perfect.

'Cause if it wasn't, I'd fix it.

- Tammy?
- Yeah?

- Got your cigarettes.
- Oh. Thanks, Richey.

Jones, you know George Richey?

- I do not.
- 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.

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.
- 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.

Well, I got one
I think you'll love.

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.

That's morbid.

But it's true.

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.

♪ 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 ♪

Isn't Daddy's
song so beautiful?

Oh, yeah, sure.

You're doin' good, girl.

Thanks, 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.

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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

- Come here!
- Hey, careful! It's hot.

Get back
here right now, Gwen!

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.

I just wanted to use
the hair spray on my dolly.

You finish the song?

- Boys, go wash your hands.

We don't Mr. Jones thinking

this is a house
full of mongrels.

- Yes, ma'am.

- I didn't finish.
- Don.

Oh. Welcome to our home.

♪ - The old hometown... ♪
- Thank you.

♪ Looks the same... ♪

- Oh, boy. That smells good.

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.
- Oh. Hey.

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.
- Huh.

- Anybody hungry?
- Yeah.

And that's Virginia.

Virginia Pugh.

- P-U!
- 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.
- Nice to meet you.

Can I fix you anything to drink?

Nope. Nothing for me.

- Nothing?
- Mm.

What?

Okay.

Well, look at this.

It's like I stepped into
the showroom at Badcock.

- Badcock?
- Yeah.

That's where I get
all my furnishings.

Wonderful, stylish people.

Yeah, well, maybe next time.

This was all just delivered.

- 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.

- Yeah?
- Mm.

My

D-I-V-O-R-C-E

Became final today

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.

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.

Please, remain calm.

I'm teaching
him about life.

Mm?

Put your hand in your lap,

and finish what you start.

- Those are my rules.
- Mm.

- You've never said that.
- No lip.

Don, we're having a nice dinner.

Would all of the
women please shut up?

My D-I-V-O-R-C-E

Became final today

Something like that, right?

Anyone want dessert? Let's
go make some sundaes.

Yeah? Leave those grits.

Come on. Come on, kids.

I broke my rule.

Just grab it
out of the freezer...

See...

difference between
me and my wife,

she sees an opportunity,
she takes it.

- Mm?
- I get close to lucky,

I pack it in.

Maybe you should go
get some coffee, Daddy.

- 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.
- And, uh...

I'm in there too, now.

So...

guess that makes me somethin'.

You're gonna fuck
my wife, aren't you?

Sorry.

You know...

I sure would like to, Don.

Well, then you should know

Virginia Pugh

is a lousy lay.

- Wait...
- Come on!

- Don't... don't... don't hurt him.

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!

Remind me which ones are yours.

You're gonna love
me when I'm old?

Whatever
you two are doing,

it isn't gon' be no fairy tale!

Don't look back.

Never.

Whew! White Lightning