Thank you.
That's my mama's favorite song.
So y'all sit down, squat down, or lie down...
but make yourselves at home.
'Cause here's the one and only...
Mr. Johnny Cash!
Hello, I'm Johnny Cash.
Thank you.
Good to see y'all.
It's all June.
Thank you.
Hi, good to see you.
Thanks for coming.
What's next?
Vegas, we're booked in Vegas.
Hey, June?
Yeah?
I want you to meet my parents.
Oh!
This is my mama and my daddy.
Hi!
How you doing?
It's so nice to meet you, finally.
Hi, I'm June Carter.
Miss Carter.
Nice to meet you.
And you haven't met my little girls, have you?
This is Roseanne and...
- Oh, they're asleep...
Ain't they sweet?
Oh, you girls are all dressed alike.
I love those yellow ribbons.
June?
Yeah?
Stay clear of my children.
Vivian, I...
I was just saying hello.
You heard me.
Viv.
- Vivian, please. - No.
Oh, wait, catch it.
Come on, y'all.
I got these cookies...
you're going to love 'em, man.
Highfalutin' high rollers out there.
Say, Officer...
how do you get your shirts to stay that way?
So stiff?
Just starch.
Huh.
It's real nice.
What?
Are you out of your rabid-ass mind?
All right, boys, good night.
Good night, y'all.
- God night. - Let me take one.
I am so sleepy...
That was a fun show tonight.
Yeah, it was.
- This is my room. - Yeah.
Hey, you want to have one of these with me?
Uh...
I don't know.
Can I have one?
John!
John, that's mean!
All right.
Wait, wait, wait, here.
I'll get a good one.
- You are...
You know what? You're just mean.
That's what you are.
You're mean!
Here, here.
You're a mean man.
- Don't say that. - And I knew it.
I've known it all along.
Wait a minute.
Here.
Come on, open your mouth.
No.
I don't trust you.
Don't say that.
I don't, I don't trust you.
Yes, you do.
Open your mouth.
You are so evil!
- Terrible!
Oh...
I best better answer it.
Hello?
Oh, hey, Carlene, what's wrong?
Okay, sweetie...
I can't understand what you're saying...
you're crying so hard.
I know, but you got to calm down, honey.
All right.
But everything's okay?
Yeah, I know, sweetie...
sometimes that happens.
- Sweetie, little sisters
do stuff like that, sometimes.
You got to learn to be patient with her.
Um...
okay, well, um...
tell Linda that Mommy said it's all right for you
to have pancakes on Saturdays.
- Hey, June... I'm gonna go to my room. - All right?
Yeah, I know, sweetie.
I'm going to come home soon.
Yeah, so please don't cry.
Front desk.
Hi, could I have June Carter's room, please?
Certainly. One moment, sir.
June?
It's not wrong, June.
This ain't wrong.
June!
I'm not gonna do this, John.
I'm not gonna do this.
Thank you so much.
- Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Where's Johnny?!
Well, Johnny Cash will be out in just a minute.
He's been detained
for just a minute.
But we're gonna keep you entertained till then.
And we're gonna play, uh... a wonderful song...
Wait, hold on, hold on. Johnny's here.
Here he is!
Mr. Johnny Cash!
Hi, folks, I'm Johnny Cash.
What about that June Carter? Ain't she a sweetheart.
How ya'll doing?
Get it on, man!
Play the fucking thing!
I'm okay.
Oh, my God, John?
Close the curtain.
- Get a doctor! - John! John!
Pull the curtain back!
Come on, pull it back!
- Pull it back. - Are you okay?
- Here, here, look at me. - John? John?
Look at me.
Fortunately, I was keeping my feathers numbered
for just such an emergency.
- Let's get some help!
Well, get him some help!
The tour's been canceled.
Who says?
We got your ticket home, John, tomorrow.
See where I'm putting it?
Right here by the phone.
Take care of yourself, John.
You're burning up.
Got hotter places than my forehead.
Tell me you don't love me.
I don't love you.
You're a liar.
Well, then I guess you ain't got no problems, do you?
Where's my pills?
Flushed them all.
June.
Junie, don't say that.
Hold on, all right?
L-I need those.
I need those pills!
Listen, that's just... baby, it's just...
Th-Those are my prescriptions, from the doctor, okay?
L-I nee... I need those.
It burns.
It burns, it burns.
Mommy!
Few more minutes, pal.
There you go.
Mr. Cash.
You want to take these strings off or you want us to break it?
Your mama was here...
your daddy, too.
What'd he say?
He said now you won't have to work so hard
to make people think you've been to jail.
Hey, Daddy.
Hey, baby.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine...
I'll see you in the morning.
Cindy doesn't like mustard.
The pills were legal, Viv.
You know, I got prescriptions, it's just...
You're not supposed to buy them across the border, that's all.
Other than that, it's... fine.
So the radio's lying?
Yeah.
The TV's lying?
Baby, they'll say anything to...
Your lawyer's lying?
Luther's lying, Marsh is lying, your manager...
Viv, I don't want to fight.
What about June?
Does she think it's fine her new boy's a drug addict?
She left the tour, Viv, in Vegas.
Well, that explains everything, doesn't it?
John!
John, what are you doing?
It's 7:00 a.m.
The kids are getting ready for school.
I was hanging pictures.
John, please don't hang these.
Viv, they're pictures of my band.
Don't hang these.
No, I don't want you to hang these.
Viv, let go
- of the damn picture. - No.
- No, I said, please don't hang these, John. - Viv!
No!
Viv, get back here!
Viv?
Viv, get back here.
Viv, I ain't kidding!
Vivian, give me the damn picture.
Viv.
Give me the...
No!
Viv. Wai...
Don't...
- You! You! - Now, stop it. Baby, stop it!
- You pathetic excuse for a man! - All right, ba...
She will find out, you liar...
She'll find out!
She'll find out, John!
You liar!
- Stop it! - No!
You think you're perfect?!
You think you're perfect? Huh?!
- Huh?!
No!
No.
No!
Shut the door.
Hey, you leaving all this?
Viv?
You leaving all this?
Girls!
Girls! No!
- Girls!
- Hey, did June call?
Waylon!
Did June call?
Woman won't return my damn calls.
They disconnected it yesterday.
Insufficient fundulation.
Now, come on, man, I gave you money for that.
Well, that was last month.
This is this month.
You see, I'm...
I'm a little behind
right now, and-and I need this
to turn my phone back on...
because I need to talk to my woman.
See, I'm-I'm in love with a woman...
and I need to talk to her, you understand?
I need this
to get my car out of the shop.
She lives way, way out on the edge of town.
It's the Bataan death march to get there.
You see? So, if you just go ahead and-and-and cash this.
Um, I'm sorry, Mr. Cash.
- You know who I am? - I...
- Yes, sir. - Okay.
Then just please cash
the check for me.
The bank puts an automatic hold on checks like this.
It's a large amount.
Well, if you can't cash it...
- then it's just a piece of paper. See? - Oh, don't do that.
- Please, don't. - Why, you can't cash it, it ain't nothing.
It ain't nothing.
Just a damn piece of paper.
Mama, Johnny Cash is here!
Hey, girls.
Hey, Carlene, you look real look nice.
Hey, Johnny.
Mama, Johnny Cash is here!
Hi, Mother Maybelle.
Hey, John.
How are you doing?
I'm doing all right.
Hi, June.
Hi, John.
Hey, girls...
can you go inside the living room and clean up that mess?
All right, honey.
I tried to call, June, but I think there's something wrong
with your phone.
Look at you.
Have you looked in a mirror lately?
How are you gonna sing, when you can't even talk?
I got the laryngitis.
Remember?
Marry me, June.
Oh, please.
Get up off your knees. You look pathetic.
Come on.
I don't want my girls seeing somebody like this.
Come on, baby.
Where's my friend John?
What, did he get high?
Or is he incognito?
Is he gone?
'Cause I don't like this guy, Cash.
I ain't incognito.
I'm right here.
You see? I'm here.
Fine, where's your car?
Kiss and make up.
You walked here?
Yeah.
You walked here all the way from Nashville?
Yeah, walking's good for you.
See, I'm trying to get into shape, June.
It cleans out your system.
Well, it's a spiritual thing.
I'm on a love walk.
The June Carter Love Walk.
- And memorial. - You know what?
I'm supporting more than myself right now.
Please, do not blow another tour.
Aw, June, love's more important than a tour.
- Is that right? - Yes, it is.
Well, then start loving yourself...
so we can go back to work.
All right, June.
Hey, you keep your phone on, and I will, too.
I'll call.
I'll call you.
When you're feeling better, I'll call.
Hey, that's a beautiful house!
Hey, man.
Beautiful place, man.
- Yeah? Thanks. - Uh-huh.
Hello.
June? Hey, it's John.
Hey.
How you doing?
I'm fine, John, how are you?
Uh, yeah, doing a lot better than the last time you saw me.
Well, that's good.
I'm glad to hear that.
You still taking those pills?
No, that was...
no, that was a rough patch, uh, June.
I just needed to, uh, you know, get some time.
I'm doing better, though, now, you know?
I, uh, got out of that apartment and got this place
out in Hendersonville on a lake.
Big spread.
I heard that.
Yeah, I'm... trying to get things together.
Mm-hmm.
Are you alone on Thanksgiving, John?
Yeah.
My folks are coming down with Reba and Roseanne...
and, uh, I got this big bird...
but I don't know when to put it in the oven
or really what temperature to set it at or...
Uh-huh.
It is beautiful.
Really lucky.
I'm really proud of you.
- You see, it goes from right up there... - Mm-hmm.
Clear across halfway around the lake.
Yeah.
What's going on down there with that tractor?
Uh, I got it stuck.
I was trying to pull out that stump, and I couldn't...
- Doing something dangerous. - Yeah, but...
That's a fine piece of equipment
to leave sinking in that mud.
Is that the way you take care of your things?
Well...
Hey.
- Hey! - There's John.
- Happy Thanksgiving. - Oh!
Here, Carlene.
- Happy Thanksgiving! - Hello, John.
- Hi. - I like this place out here.
Oh, thanks.
- Happy Thanksgiving. - Hey, Rosie.
Thank you.
- Hey. - Let's go over and meet John's...
House is beautiful.
Thanks. Thanks for coming.
Hey, how you folks doing?
- John, how are you doing? - Let me help you out.
- All right. - Oh, thank you, Carrie.
Mother Maybelle, that's my mama, Carrie.
Maybelle Carter, happy to meet you.
This is my daddy...
- Ray. - Ray, how you doing?
- How are you doing? - Good to meet you.
- My mama, Carrie. - How are you doing?
Carrie was going to cook for y'all, but, uh...
J.R., he doesn't have a pot or a pan, so...
Well, we're more than happy to share our food with you folks.
I just moved in, you know?
- Okay, thanks, Carrie. - Come on inside.
If you're gonna get out on some big water
like the lakes or river, you're gonna need something
that you can cast out there a pretty good ways.
Now if you haven't gotten one yet, what I want to tell you is...
you need to get you a Zebco 33.
That's about the best reel that you can get.
They don't tangle up
very much, and you can cast 'em
about as far as you want to throw 'em.
Of course, around the house there, them little farm ponds...
you don't need nothing but a cane pole and a float...
and maybe some crickets or worms, if you can dig them up.
That's all we ever had.
Zebco 33 is probably your best bet.
I bought June one
when she was about 12 years old. You remember that?
- That's right, I caught a lot of fish with that. - Mm-hmm.
You sure did.
So wha... what do you think, Daddy?
About what?
About the house.
It's a fine, big house, John.
It's not as big
as Jack Benny's.
You been to Jack Benny's, Ray?
Saw it on the TV.
Carrie, I was meaning to ask you...
did you teach the boys
to play?
Well, J.R. Always sang pretty...
but I don't think I could take credit for it.
I bet you did.
I bet you learned the same way I did.
- Oh, out of the hymnals, sure. - Hymnals.
I knew you'd say that.
But you know, you'd be surprised
how many musicians can't read
shaped notes nowadays.
I can't imagine.
I know, I know, but my husband's uncle...
E.M. Bays, he taught me with hymnals, too.
How about you, John? You know how to read
shaped notes?
John?
Mama asked you a question, John.
I'm really glad y'all could be here today...
especially you, Daddy.
I'm glad you came.
To dinner, and Thanksgiving and all.
Not everybody's here.
Jack's not here, is he?
Huh?
"Where you been?"
That's what you said to me.
Remember?
And I was 12 years old.
You's got Jack's bloody clothes...
And you said to me, "Where you been?"
Well?
Where were you?
I quit drinking a long time ago, J.R.
What about you?
You still taking them pills?
That'll kill you, ya know.
Yeah, well, so will a car wreck.
You're sitting on a high horse, boy.
I never had talent;
I did the best I could with what I had.
Can you say that?
Mr. Big Shot.
Mr. Pill-popping rock star?
Ray.
Who are you to judge?
You ain't got nothin'.
Big, empty house.
Nothin'.
Children you don't see.
Nothing.
Big old, expensive tractor stuck in the mud.
Ray...
Nothin'.
Come on!
Do it!
Come on...
You son of a bitch, you.
Come on!
Do it! Do it!
Come on!
Sit in the middle this time.
Come on, you son of a bitch!
John?
Oh, here's a fine piece of equipment!
John!
You should go down there to him, June.
Mama.
He's mixed up.
I am not going down there.
If I go down...
You already are down there, honey.
Do it! Do it!
More, more, more!
John!
Ah!
John!
John.
June?
Come on.
You should have left me.
John?
Go on ahead, J.R.
You know what that is, J.R.?
Just please, get away from me.!
Daddy?
John?
Hey, John?
Oh, shit! Jesus!
Hey! What?
Hey, John?
Get your ass out of here, boy!
Hey, John!
Get out of here!
Take your poison with you!
Okay!
Hey.
Mama and I picked these up down the road.
They're good.
It's good to see you again.
Can I get you something else?
Just stay.
Okay.
You're an angel.
No, I'm not.
You been here with me.
I had a friend who needed help.
You're my friend.
But I done so many bad things.
You done a few.
That's true.
My daddy's right.
Should have been me on that saw.
Jack was so good.
He would have done so many good things.
What have I done?
Just hurt everybody I know.
I know I've hurt you.
I'm nothing.
You're not nothing.
You are not nothing.
You're a good man.
And God has given you
a second chance to make things right, John.
This is your chance, honey.
This is your chance.
Morning.
Hi, how are y'all?
Hey, June?
It's okay.
Come on.
What about the Tropicana?
What's wrong with the Opry?
He was banned after he smashed up the footlights.
Well, if he smashes lights at Folsom...
they're going to keep him there.
Look, Frank.
While Johnny was out recuperating...
the world changed.
Dylan's gone electric.
The Byrds are electric.
The Beatles are electric.
Hell, everybody's electric.
He needs a fresh sound...
and all he wants to do is cut a live album
with the same old pickers
at a maximum-security penitentiary!
You can talk to me, you know.
I'm standing right here.
And what's with the black?
It's depressing.
Looks like you're going to a funeral.
Maybe I am.
Your fans are church folk, Johnny.
Christians.
They don't want to hear you singing
to a bunch of murderers and rapists...
trying to cheer them up.
Well, they're not Christians, then.
I'm fine with you doing a live record.
Just not at a prison.
That's my compromise.
January 13...
I'll be at Folsom Prison
with June and the boys.
You listen to the tapes.
You don't like 'em...
you can toss 'em.
Pardon me, Mr. Cash?
M-Mr. Cash?
Mr. Cash?
Might I suggest you refrain from playing any more tunes
that remind them- the, uh, the-the inmates, that is-
well, that they're in prison?
You think they forgot?
Perhaps you and your wife could do another spiritual.
That's not my wife, Warden.
Keep asking her, and she keeps saying no.
You ever drink this water, Warden?
No.
I'm a Coca-Cola man.
All right!
I want to remind you, we're recording live here today...
so you can't say "hell" or "shit" or anything like that.
I got to tell you, I can't tell you
how many shows we done...
but this is the best audience we ever had.
I want to thank you for that.
You know...
standing back there in your shop, catching my breath...
I come to admire you even more.
Yeah!
You see, I never had to do hard time like you...
Yeah!
...although I have on occasion...
gotten myself busted.
Once in El Paso, I had this bag of... Oh...
you heard about that?
You been in El Paso, too?
Well, anyways...
I felt tough, you know?
Like I'd seen a thing or two, you know?
Well, that was till a moment ago...
'cause I got to tell you, my hat's off to you now.
'Cause I ain't never had to drink this yellow water
you got here at Folsom.
- All right.
This song's for your warden.
Boom!
In the back.
Hey, June.
June.
What's wrong, John?
Oh...
bad dreams, memories.
Well, you need to get some rest, sweetie.
You did good tonight.
Well, we got another show
tomorrow.
Yeah.
Hey, listen.
The thing is...
I think it's time now, you know?
I think it's about time.
Time for what?
For you and me
to get married.
Go to sleep, John.
I don't want to sleep.
I want to marry you...
and I'm telling you, it's the time.
Well, I am telling you, with 100% certainty...
that it is not the time.
It's not about time.
It's not the right time.
It's not even quarter to the right time.
June.
How do you know? I mean...
You haven't been clean even six months.
Come on.
Except for a honeymoon, you have not even thought
about what you're asking me.
Yes, I have.
I have. That's all I've thought about.
Well, how's it going to work, John?
Where we going to live?
What about my girls?
- What about your girls? - Well...
What about your parents, John?
Your daddy won't even look at me.
June, that stuff will just work itself out.
No, it does not work itself out.
People work it out for you...
and you think it works itself out.
You're scared.
What?
You're scared of being in love.
You're scared of losing control.
And you know what, June Carter?
I think you're scared of living in my big fat shadow.
- That's your problem. - Oh, really?
- Yeah. Yeah, it is. - Is that my problem?
My problem is it's 2:00 a.m.
My problem is I'm asleep.
I'm on a tour bus with eight stinking men.
Rule number one- don't propose to a girl on a bus.
You got that?
Rule number two- don't tell her
it's because you had a bad dream.
June?
What?
Marry me.
Okay.
Well, that's...
that's the last time I'm asking.
Well, good.
I hate reruns.
Hey, June?
June?
What's that, dear?
June?
I said...
What's that, dear?
What, you're not talking to me?
You are not allowed to speak to me tonight.
After that stunt you pulled on the bus...
the only place you're allowed to speak to me is on stage.
- Do you understand? - What did I do?
I don't know. Why don't you ask your big fat shadow?
Come on, baby.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby.
All right, thank you.
I don't know if y'all know who wrote that song...
but it's this long-legged gal standing right here...
Miss June Carter.
Thanks, ya'll. Thank you very much.
So, uh, June, you going to stand over there all night...
or you want to come over here and sing with me?
I'll sing with you, Mr. Cash.
You sure that's what you want?
Yeah.
All right. Okay.
Well, folks, what do you say?
You want to hear, uh, "Jackson"?
All right.
Thought you was gonna wax poetic a little bit longer.
No, I'm done with that, June.
Oh, okay, good.
Sorry for the interruption, folks...
but, uh, I got to ask June here a question
before we finish this song.
What's that, John?
Will you marry me?
Why don't we just sing the song, John?
No, darling.
Come on, finish the song.
People want to hear us sing.
Sorry folks, but, uh...
I just can't do this song anymore...
unless she's gonna marry me.
It'd just be like we're lying.
You got these people all revved up, John.
- Now come on, let's sing "Jackson" for 'em. - You got me all revved up.
I've asked you 40 different ways
and it's time you come up with a fresh answer.
Please, sing.
I'm asking you to marry me.
I love you, June.
Now I know I said and done a lot of things...
that I hurt you, but I promise I'll never do that again.
I only want to take care of you.
I will not leave you like that Dutch boy
with your finger in the dam.
You're my best friend.
Marry me.
All right.
Yeah?
In case none of y'all heard, she said "yes"!
She's finally said "yes".
Grandpa, here, let's talk on this.
What do you want me to do with it?
Well, you... you listen and you talk.
It's a tin can telephone.
And the sound goes up the string.
Hello, grandgirls. Hello, grandgirls.
Can you hear us?
Hello, Roseanne.
Hello, Carlene.
You got to pull it tight, Daddy.
Come on, Grandpa. Talk.
Speak, Grandpa.
- Tell us a story. - Speak.
- Grandpa! - Tell us a story.
Here, you take it, talk to them.
No, they want to talk to their grandpa.
I don't got no stories. You got all the stories, Shooter.
Why don't you tell them about the flood?
Tell them about how you made a boat out of the front door
and got us all out of there.
They'll like that.
Tell us!
Come on, tell 'em.
You got to pull the string tight.
It was 1937...
There was a flood.