Wow, this is nice.
I like it.
You know, she's got it in her head...
she's gonna go for the Miss Nashville contest, which...
I mean, I'm sure she'll do really well, she's so funny.
But, I don't know, I think it's kind of old-fashioned.
She really cracks me up, though.
She takes those glasses that are wrapped in plastic...
which are sanitary enough, and yet she washes them all the time.
I need for you to stop moving those lips now.
Wait.
I need for you...
to stop playing me now.
"Assured by that same glint of deathlessness
"Which neither can surprise In any other pair of eyes"
Oh, I know that poem.
Oh, shut up.
- All right. - What?
Miss Presley?
Miss Presley.
James, you're just talking to yourself now.
Miss Presley.
- Is that you, or your ghost I see? - I don't know.
I was concerned that you left me...
to get me back for not calling you like I should have.
No. I just don't sleep much.
- Especially at night. - A night owl.
Sounds like a wise old, tired owl.
You're an owl goddess.
My dad, he was a night owl.
We used to stay up, you know, all night, just hanging out.
He spoiled me pretty badly.
He really loved country music.
But...
I guess that's why I came here.
I'll spoil you as good as I can.
Elvis?
- You cut Elvis' hair? - That's right.
- No, I don't believe it. - Believe it.
You believe that, Lue?
Why on earth would he make something like that up, Miranda?
- Next. - I'm just waiting on her. Thanks.
- Why don't you get your hair cut? - 'Cause I don't want to get my hair cut.
- Come on, Lue. - I don't want to get my hair cut.
Come on, Lue, it'll be fun. I'll be Elvis and you could be Priscilla.
I don't wanna be Priscilla, okay?
And I'm not gonna do it just because you want me to, okay?
I'm getting really tired of doing what everybody wants me to.
- Good idea. Don't get your hair cut. - It's got nothing...
Why didn't you ask me what I thought about you moving out of the motel?
Why doesn't anybody ever ask me what I think about anything?
Because you're always asking everyone else what they think.
That's right. You know what? I'm not gonna do it anymore.
If I don't feel like being nice to somebody...
well, then I'm gonna just start being mean...
or at least impolite.
And if I feel like telling somebody what I think...
well, I'm gonna tell them.
And Billy thinks we're getting married, just because he wants to.
Well, I'm sorry...
but I gotta be something myself before I can be somebody's wife.
- Hey, that's right. Tell it, girl. - Oh, shut up, please.
But, see, I don't even know what I can be...
because I've never been anything.
And you, you're not so much better than me.
Your daddy's been dead over a year...
and you still can't sleep through the night.
And you're so worried about turning out like everybody else.
But you know what? I am everybody else.
And turning out like me, now would that be so terrible?
And who gets their hair cut by Elvis' barber, anyway?
I'm very sorry.
I guess I'm just falling apart a little bit.
But I want you to know I think you're very special...
'cause you always liked me, and that's a plus in my book.
God, did I make you cry?
I like your hair.
- Thanks. - Maybe I should've gotten mine done.
- Yeah. Well, should we go back? - I don't think so, Miranda.
You know, I been sitting here and thinking that...
maybe I'll go to Hollywood, become a movie star.
- You asking me what I think of the idea? - No, I'm not.
What about Billy?
Billy can do what he wants.
I'm happy.
I'm so happy.
Me, too.
- Oh, no. - Oh, don't look.
- Oh, God. - Don't look.
- I gotta go to work. - I got a better idea.
- What's that? - You're sick. I'll call in for you.
"Hello, it's Miranda. I can't come in.
"I'm sick. I've got a terrible head cold."
Okay. I'm sick.
I've got another idea.
Where are we going? Just give me a hint.
Clue.
Memphis?
Graceland?
We're going to Graceland! Yes.
- See that flock of birds up there? - Where? There?
It's a sign. Count them.
You know why they're flying together, don't you?
- Why is that? - They're friends.
- I think there's 11 of them. - Eleven.
That's one plus one.
Two is the number of love.
- Did you know that? - No, I didn't.
Closed? No.
- We'll just break it down. - No.
- Elvis! - Hello!
- Elvis! - Hello?
- Sir? - We're closed.
- And when do you open? - 9:00 in the morning.
- You all come back then.
- Fourteen hours to kill. - Oh, what are we gonna do?
- Eat. - Let's get Elvis food.
Food.
I'm all set, baby.
- You're not gonna eat this all yourself? - I think maybe he might.
Oh, I see.
What?
- How romantic. Look at that. - Stop.
- They're gonna think you're for real. - I am for real.
- Come on, get up. - Say yes.
Oh, your floral essence is so divine. Say, "Yes, I can't live without you."
- Go on, honey, say yes. - Say yes.
I would marry him if he had any brains at all...
but he doesn't have the sense he was born with.
I ain't getting off my knees until you say yes.
I'm gonna kneel right here until your heart melts.
- Well, say something... - Say yes, honey.
- Okay, yes. - There you go.
- All right. - Is that what you want?
- Are you happy now? - Happy?
Why, I'm the happiest man alive.
- That's precious. - Asking her to marry him.
- Thank you, ladies. - Thank you, kindly.
- You can keep the change. - Oh, my Lord. Thank you.
Y'all gonna have your honeymoon in Graceland?
- God bless. - Come on, dear.
- Goodbye. - See you later.
You recall the first time I met you outside the Bluebird?
I was late...
and I made you part of my lie.
Now, you called me on that.
No one has ever done that before with me...
and I appreciate it. I respect you.
My father...
I don't know why I'm telling you this. I've never told anyone.
But my father would tell my mother...
that we were going out for a boys' night out on the town.
And we would go to his girlfriend's house...
my fifth grade health teacher.
And I'd wait in the truck listening to the radio stations...
and he was inside doing whatever it was that he did.
I just remember all those cheating songs...
how it made perfect sense.
Most everyone back in Wimberley...
says that I'm gonna be just like my father.
They're wrong.
You hear that?
- Let's dance. - It's destiny.
Just back for some coffee.
Oh, look, Mary, if it ain't the newlyweds.
Hey, you two lovebirds get married yet?
Couldn't find an all-night wedding chapel.
Well, we might have if he had planned this a little better, but...
- No Graceland, no preacher. - Sure you want to marry this one?
I know she's a handful. However, I'd die if I lost her.
That's because you'd forget to breathe if I didn't remind you.
The truth is...
I love her deeply.
Well, if you're serious, my brother's a preacher...
and I'll go get him if you want.
- Are you serious? - As a heart attack.
Yeah, man.
Yeah, he's right next door, probably just watching TV.
- I'll be right back. - Well...
- Me and Raymond. - Cold feet?
I forgot something blue in the truck. Will you come with me?
Please.
I'm gonna get my boom box ready.
Okay. Come on, let's go.
Well, we can't just leave. We got to at least...
let them know we've changed our mind. The preacher's on his way.
- It's raining. - No, no. Look, look, we'll just...
We'll have a fight and I'll pretend to slap you...
- or shoot you in the leg or something... - I got a better idea.
What?
Let's get married.
You don't just get married as a joke.
It's not a joke. It's a journey.
Like the old Irish trial marriages.
What old Irish trial marriages?
Well, in ancient Ireland...
there was one day in the year when you could get married...
- for a year and a day and if you... - Are you making this up?
No, I don't think so.
Anyhow, you would get married, and if you wanted to separate...
you'd have to go back to the very same place you got married and resound...
"I divorce you, I divorce you, I divorce you."
Like so. What do you think?
Oh, my God.
"By the power vested in me by the state of Tennessee...
"and by the Almighty God above...
"I now pronounce you man and wife."
Husband and wife.
Does that sound right?
Man and woman?
- Man and woman. - Yeah.
- May I kiss the bride? - Whatever.
You're married. You may kiss the bride.
- Amen. - But I get the first dance.
We're home, baby.
I had this dream we got married.
Oh, is that what that was? A dream?
No, me and Elvis.
I had this huge beehive on my head.
Should I be jealous?
Maybe. Maybe, baby.
Yeah, 23rd will be just fine. Bye-bye.
- Hey, Lucy. - Hey, y'all.
Isn't that Pam Tillis and Kevin Welch over there?
Yeah, I let them come in and rehearse every now and then.
You know, they both got their start right here.
- Really? - Yup.
Are they gonna be playing in the round tonight?
No, they got some kind of benefit or something.
Well, look at you. You called in sick yesterday...
- and now you look absolutely... - Married?
James and I got married.
You got married? She got married.
Well, don't look too excited about it, Lucy.
Well, congratulations.
Hey, Miranda just got married to James.
- Give me a hug, girl. - To James?
Our James? James Wright?
- Yeah. - No way.
- Did he give you a ring? - Sure did.
- Isn't it beautiful? - Pop open some champagne, Lucy.
How often do people get married, anyway?
Often enough.
- Hey, look at you. - Don't I look good?
So, don't keep me in suspense.
- What happened? - Oh, I was fourth runner-up.
Congratulations, I guess.
She should have won. Her talent was the best one.
Shoot, people were crying when she did her scene.
I did a modern interpretation of Gone with the Wind.
You know, "Miss Scarlett, Miss Scarlett...
- "I know nothing about birthing..." - Tell her why you lost.
Okay.
When they made me a finalist, I was standing there waiting for my turn.
All of a sudden, I had this image of myself...
at the grand opening of a Piggly Wiggly, cutting the ribbon...
in a red, white and blue sequined majorette outfit.
And I had to say to myself, "Linda Lue Linden, this is not a job.
"This is not a career challenge. This is bullshit."
All right, girl.
And then, so when they called my name I just pretended to faint.
Yeah, she did. Fell straight back.
I mean, they even called me an ambulance.
I gotta pee.
Kyle.
- How's the married life, James? - Swell.
- It's quite good. - Good.
I was thinking about it.
Well, congratulations are in order, so go right ahead.
Congratulations.
Why, thank you.
Yeah, she's a damn good wife.
She's real good.
Why do you have to tell me that, man?
- Well, it's the truth. - Yeah, but the truth can hurt.
See? You understand?
Hey, you got no right touching me like that, man.
You got no right talking about her like that.
- You got no right. - Keep it to yourself.
Somebody ought to shut you up.
- Hold on! - Hey, boys, take it outside.
- Why don't I just shut you up, James? - Take it outside, boys!
- I got no quarrel with you, Kyle! - Out!
I have no quarrel.
What did you have to go and do that for?
You're making a fool of yourself!
- A damn fool of yourself! - How dare you?
Back off!
You best hit me hard, make that first one count.
Happy to.
- Hey, come on. - Guys.
Come on.
Miranda, you should leave them alone. What are you gonna do?
Please stop it. James, Kyle, stop!
You're hurting each other, stop!
James, Kyle, come on. You don't have to do this.
- Don't, don't, come on! - No, no. Please!
- Get back. Get back! - Stop it, come on!
Leave him alone. Kyle. Stop it!
Just trying to keep him from hurting himself...
- or anyone else. - Billy, get in there and do something.
Yo, stop it now!
- Like that's a big help. - Don't do this!
Kyle, come on.
It's over. Kyle, it's over!
Why do y'all got to act so stupid?
There ain't no train out of Nashville
Once you get here You can't go anywhere
There ain't no train out of Nashville
Ma and Pa, get me out of here
Nothing but damn love songs.
Everybody I love is married to everybody else.
Here's a brand-new single from Miss Trisha Yearwood.
That's my song.
Man, I can't believe it.
What's going on? Didn't you see the stop sign?
- That's my song. - Well, that's my car.
That's my song playing on the radio.
- You wrote that song? - Yeah.
You're a better songwriter than you are a driver.
I seen it. You wasn't even looking down the road.
That's his song on the radio.
- That's my song! - That song's all right!
Damn. Kind of makes you wanna pat your foot, doesn't it?
You should of patted the brake once.
Hey, you got two hits in one day.
Miranda, where's my blue shirt?
- In the hamper. - I haven't worn it since I washed it.
- I guess somebody else wore it, then. - Oughtn't you to wash it, then?
I'm not your maid.
Miranda, you can wear my shirt if you like.
However, your dirt makes it your laundry.
James, it's not that dirty. You can wear it if you want.
I can't wear it. It smells like that soap you use.
I can't stand everything smelling like that soap you use.
My soap is starting to smell like your soap.
Well, then you might as well wear the shirt.
- Oh, you're impossible to live with. - How would you know, huh?
Lock yourself in a room for three days...
and all you can do is come out and say, "Where's my blue shirt?"
And when are you ever awake during daylight hours?
That is not the point.
You have a room where you go inside, you lock the door...
and I'm not even allowed in.
I mean, how come you get a room like that, huh?
'Cause you're such a brilliant writer and I'll never be anywhere as good as you?
- You're just making all this up. - Why do you get a room?
Well, I've lived here for a while, and I enjoy the space.
I pay the rent, although that's not the point.
I was not planning on having you support me...
- if that's what you thought. - No.
Rent's not due for a week, but I'll give it to you now...
just so you don't think I'm trying to scam you.
Maybe I do this all the time, you know.
Marry guys so I can live in their house for free...
and have them ignore me.
It seems as though you've made a check out for...
"selfish, arrogant dickhead."
They'll cash it. They know it's you.
They do?
What is a dickhead, exactly?
You.
If I'm a dickhead and you're married to a dickhead...
what does that make you?
An idiot.
Think we'd be the perfect match.
An idiot and a dickhead.
- You would think. - Our first fight.
- I'm not gonna wash your shirt. - I know that.
Makes me think maybe God's a woman, too
I don't know about that last line.
That's the best line in your song. It's a hell of a line.
- Really? - Yeah. Absolutely.
Well, you're the expert, right?
Oh, I have that money I owe you.
Now we're even.
Hey, come on, she's letting people in.
- Come on, get on the stick. - Come on, don't be late.
- Good luck today. - Thanks, Ned.
Come on.
Let's sing tonight
The whole world's going crazy
Almost as crazy as I feel
There's a cold rain
Isn't it amazing?
That's not supposed to be the deal
There'll be tornadoes in the trailer park
An eclipse will make the whole world dark
Just when you think she's got no heart
She'll break a sunny day
Mother Nature
Thank you.
Okay, if I call your name, it means you're gonna play here Saturday night.
And get here before 7:00.
Carol Ann Harris, Jerry Ward...
Russel Crowne, Joanne Daniel...
- Lester Sharpe. - All right.
Congratulations, everybody.
Well, gotta get to work.
Well, that sounds like a deal.
Sure will. I'll see you tomorrow.
God bless.
- Oh, my baby. - Hey.
- Darling Miranda. - What are you doing?
Guess what happened? I talked to R.C.
- Yeah. - And worked things out.
- I leave for Austin this evening. - For Austin?
He's giving me complete creative control...
and I have to give him $1 every time I smack someone.
Well, how long are you gonna be gone?
Don't know. A month or two. It depends. It's a record.
- It'll take some time, no doubt. - Wow, a month or two.
What about me?
You can't quit your job just to hang around and watch me record.
I thought you'd want to stay here and have a life.
Settle into our house.
- And do what? - Do what? I don't know.
What does one do anyway? There's a number of things you can do.
You could write songs, bird watch.
James, why don't you just be straight with me?
You don't want me to go along with you.
- I'm not saying that. - And ever since we got married...
you've just been pushing me further and further away.
- I'm not saying that. - What exactly are you saying, then?
Were you planning on asking me to go with you?
I hadn't given it much thought.
- No, obviously not. - I just got off the phone.
Am I to take care of you, myself, my music...
Take care of me?
- Your troubles. - My troubles?
- Is this it? - What troubles would those be?
What, the fact that I'm your wife...
and you're splitting town for two months...
and you don't even ask me to go with you?
Is that the troubles you're speaking of?
Maybe I'm not the marrying type. If marriage is this, I...
You know, if you're so scared of turning out like your father...
you better take a good look at yourself right now.
- Are you drunk? - Am I what?
Am I drunk?
- Why would you say that? - How else could this be so ugly?
Why, because your mother had to get drunk to deal with your father?
You know, you act so intense, so calm, so cool and collected.
The truth is, you're so fucking scared.
You're as scared as a little boy. Get away from me.
It doesn't have to get this ugly.
I divorce you, I divorce you...
I divorce you.
Miranda, you call me up and you tell me that you're divorced...
and then you tell me that you don't even want to talk about it anymore.
And I still don't wanna talk about it.
Well, when do you think you might like to talk about it?
Do you love me, Kyle?
- What? - Are you in love with me?
Straight answer.
You want me to tell you how I feel about you?
Yeah.
Okay. Okay.
Sometimes you hear a song on the radio...
and it's just the song you want to hear right then...
and then it's over and you're just glad you heard it.
And I'm like that song?
No. You're nothing like that song.
You're like, if there was one song in the world...
that I could hear for the rest of my life...
you're that song.
Kind of like your favorite song.
- You mean... - Don't do that.
I used to have a favorite song.
- It was Shadow Dancing. - Don't make a cliché.
You asked me, so I told you.
I'm sorry. You're right.
I don't know what I'm doing.
I think I'm just gonna go home to New York.
Why?
Because nothing in my life is working here.
Why did you come to Nashville?
You came here to find yourself, right?
Well, guess what? In New York...
you're gonna be looking for the same person.
Oh, hi, hon. I didn't think you were working tonight.
No, I'm not.
I'm quitting.
I'm gonna go back to New York, you know...
so don't try and talk me out of it.
Well, I won't. I'll just say goodbye. Come here.
But regardless
Of what love is
We are all blessed
Just that love is
You got it, James. You're cooking, buddy.
Your attention, please.
This is the final call for Bus 18 to New York City.
Bus 18 for New York City. This is your final boarding call.
Tell him I'll call him later.
This is one hell of a take, James. One hell of a take.
- What's the matter, buddy? - Nothing.
No, this is a good take.
- You like it. - Absolutely.
Miranda.
- She left town. - Well, yes, she did.
Where to? Do you know?
Thing is, you did the right thing, James. You came back for her.
Well, thank you, Floyd. New York? Is that where she went?
- Home? - I don't know, James.
Kyle.
- It's good to see you. - What's going on?
Miranda left me.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
- She go to New York? I mean, she... - Did she?
She said she might.
Okay, that's what I want to hear. The truth.
Shit.
- I'm sorry. - No.
- I'm sorry about everything. - No, I was just being...
Look, it reminds me of the old story...
of the Green King and the Red King...
where they battle each other each year...
for the favor of the Lady in White.
They take turns dying.
What do you mean? I'm dead this year?
- Well, this year we've both... - Kicked the bucket.
Yeah.
What I'm saying is, it's the nature of things.
Two guys and a girl.
- See what I mean? - It's the oldest story in the book.
Except I blew it.
I'm more like myself now
Than I ever was
And I don't regret it, baby
I'm not afraid of wanting you
I know now what I'm made of
Skin and bone, muscle and blood
I know now what road I'm on
I'm a vagabond on the streets of love
- Hey, Lucy. - Well, look who's here.
- I got a song. - Yeah? Well, your husband's over there.
He came back for you.
- Well, I came back for myself. - Good for you.
Listen, you think you could break one of those rules for once?
- Well, you ready? - Yes, ma'am.
Well, then let's see what we can do.
All right.
I know now what I'm made of
Skin and bone, muscle and blood
I know now what road I'm on
I'm a vagabond on the streets of love
Honey, I'm a vagabond on the streets of love
Well, we thought that was it, but it turns out...
that Miranda Presley is the fat lady for tonight.
Great song. I'm really proud of you.
- Yeah, I'm glad you came back. - Yeah, me, too.
Good. Good luck.
This is something new.
I have a dream of my own
And it's mine, all mine alone
It's been my friend since I was just a girl
It has a life, it has a heart
It has a soul and it's a part
Of everything this woman gives the world
And it's a big dream
Big enough to share
Like a rainbow
Hanging in the air
And I thank God for making it come true
Makes me think maybe God's a woman, too
There's a full moon tonight And I'm bathing in its light
Naked as the day that I was born
There is no shame beneath this sky
I have kissed the past goodbye
And mended up my broken heart so torn
With a sweet sound only I can make
And it gets stronger With every breath I take
And it's all a part of making me feel new
Makes me think maybe God's a woman, too
- Hi. - You were wonderful.
Oh, my God. What are you doing back?
Well, I...
- You were so good. You really were. - Thanks, Billy.
I had a little something I had to take care of.
Oh, my God, I should say so.
I mean, what a surprise. I just came here to say goodbye to Kyle...
- and then I walk in and there you were. - Goodbye to Kyle? What do you mean?
- Where are you going? - Listen up, everybody.
If I read your name, it means you're gonna sing here Saturday night.
You have to be here before 7:00.
David Warner, Kyle Davidson, Julie Fredericks...
Missy Parker and Miranda Presley.
- I'm so proud of you. - Congratulations.
- I'll meet you out by the car. - Okay.
- Come on, baby. We'll see you. - I'll see you out there.
- Did you find Kyle? - I didn't see Kyle.
I saw Floyd, I didn't see Kyle.
- Hey! - You showed them.
- Hey. - That was great. You were so good.
Yep, sometimes it pays to break the rules.
Well, all right.
- It was so lovely, pure. - Yes, Floyd, go fix something.
- I was just gonna say that. - I'll help.
Excuse me, I didn't mean to interrupt or anything.
- Can I speak with you? - Yeah, sure. What's up?
I need to have a word with you in private.
- Oh, okay. All right. - Please.
- Yeah. - Thank you.
That was so soulful, what you did up there.
- So? - I missed you. Bad.
- What happened with your album? - It's okay.
I had to come back to retrieve our love.
So, this is convenient for you now?
I was scared that I might not see you again.
I realized my fault in all this.
Sounds like a song.
A song that we should write together.
- Yeah? - I'm still your husband.
No, we got divorced, if you remember correctly.
Well, it doesn't count. We gotta go back...
to the very same supermarket in Memphis for it to be proper.
Yeah?
Okay. We got a date.
- We got a date to get divorced? - Yeah.
Looks like you've made it into Lucy's Hall of Fame.
Lucy, that's a big deal.
- Thanks, Lucy. - It's a good start.
- All right, y'all. - Right.
James, bags.
Yes, Miss Miranda.
Well, looks like you both pulled a Linda Lue and changed your minds.
Well, I, too, have changed my mind.
I'm no longer going to Hollywood...
but I'm going to New York to study serious acting.
New York, huh?
Hell, I told her she ought to study comedy.
Comedy is part of serious acting, Billy.
- Hey, there's Kyle over there. - Hey, Kyle Davidson!
Don't you get in that car without saying goodbye to me.
Come on, get over here.
You, quit being such a handful.
- All right. - Goodbye.
- Good luck in New York. - Thank you.
- Stay sweet. - Okay.
Don't even say goodbye to me.
- Okay. - Just come here.
Hey, Linda Lue, is that your face I see?
You know, there's something that you never understood about me.
Oh, Jesus. That ain't very Christian, Linda Lue.
You could have had me for a song.
Hey.
For good luck.
Oh, God. You want me to wear a Yankees cap?
Damn Yankees.
Other side.
- Watch the damn dog. - Get over, Billy.
Come on, let's go.
- See you two... Three. - So long.
Look out, New York City...
'cause here I come and I ain't never leaving!
Well, let's all take a drive in my truck. Come on.
"So when we meet as friends My heart will break again
"If that's how the story ends"
Then I can't understand
Yeah, I understand.
- Hey, Jimmy. - What?
- I got this idea for a song. - What's that?
Well, there's these two kings, see...
and they're both always fighting over the same fair-haired maiden.
- Sounds familiar. - Yeah.
Well, I'll do the music, you do the lyrics, and Miranda can sing it.
- Sounds good. - Hey, I got an idea.
- What? - Why don't I write the lyrics...
- and you two guys can sing the tune. - You've gotta be kidding.
- You got a problem with that? - No, no...
- we're all in agreement. - Absolutely.
Good, I'm glad.