 [country music playing] 
♪ ♪
[horn honking]
 (woman)  Red light!
[tires squealing] (man) Why you do that?
 (woman)  What you doing?
 Come on.  Go forward.
 (man)  Hang on to your seats.
[tires squealing]
(woman) Nice; it's gonna flip.
 [screaming] 
 Charlie! 
[engine revving]
I can't believe you did that.
 You scared me half to death. 
I can't open my door.
How am I supposed to get out of this automobile, huh?
You said you wanted to go to this dance.
Here we are. Come on; let's go.
I do want to go to the dance, Charlie.
I just didn't think we'd arrived in such high style.
 (man)  Hey, Charlie. Nice parking job.
Char... Charlie. [giggling]
[squealing]
I think we ought to just go back to the car.
[laughing] Charlie.
[people talking and laughing]
This is going to cost me $2.
(woman)  Hi, Miss Bea.
Hello.
Well, hi, Charlie.
You sure look pretty.
Thank you. You look nice yourself.
Hey, look at you.
[applause]
 (man ♪1) And now your favorite from Rainbow Road,
 Miss Patsy Cline.
 Howdy.
 (audience) Howdy.
 You all having a good time?
 (man ♪2) Yeah!
 This is a little Bob Wills tune
 that I picked special just to sing to you.
 [San Antonio Rose playing]
 ♪ Deep within my heart lies a melody, ♪
 ♪ a song of old San Antone, ♪
 ♪ where in dreams I live with a memory ♪
 ♪ beneath the stars, all alone. ♪
 ♪ Well, it was there I found beside the Alamo, ♪
 ♪ enchantments strange as the blue up above. ♪
 ♪ For that moonlit pass that only he would know. ♪
 (man) Charlie.
 What, now?
 That's Cline?
 Uh-huh.
 Patsy Cline.
 Right.
 Then why don't I know her?
 Damned if I know.
 (Charlie) Wait a minute.
 She sings out on Rainbow Road?
 On weekends, yeah.
 ♪ Lips so sweet and tender like petals ♪
 ♪ falling apart. ♪
 Thanks for bringing me, Charlie.
 ♪ Speak once again of my love, my own. ♪
 ♪ Broken song, empty words ♪
 ♪ I know still live in my heart ♪
 ♪ all alone. ♪
 ♪ For that moonlit pass... ♪
 She went to school with my brother.
 They used to say,
 "Don't dare Patsy if you don't want it done."
 ♪ My rose of San Antone. ♪
 She got real nice tits.
 And she's married, bozo. You lose.
 [applause]
 Thank you.
 [cheers and applause]
 Stop it.
 Oh, you're just such a geek.
 [applause] (Patsy) Thank you.
 [drumroll]
 Hi.
 Hey, I want you to get your coat.
 I want to drive you someplace for a drink.
 I want us to dance awhile.
 Then I want us to get to know each other a lot better.
 You want a lot, don't you?
 Yeah, I do, baby.
 Well, people in hell want ice water.
 That don't mean they get it.
 [boy and girl laughing]
 Patsy, you never did.
 [laughing] I did so.
 I looked him right in the eye, and I said,
 "People in hell want ice water.
 That don't mean they get it."
 Well, who was he?
 Oh, I don't know. Some clown with top britches.
 Oh, Lord God, I do get tired of men sometimes...
 Always pawing and snorting around.
 They after you all the time
 when you were my age?
 Oh, I don't know.
 Huh, were they, Mama? Stop it!
 [laughing] Tell me.
 Quit, Patsy.
 Back when I was in high school and had a better shape,
 there was this boy named Teddy Welloff.
 Had gray eyes, he did, with coal-black eyelashes.
 This is way before I met your daddy.
 [sighs disgustedly]
 May he rot in hell.
Don't speak like that about your daddy.
 Anyway, at lunch, we'd all go into the cloak room
 to get our dinner buckets.
And every day, this Teddy Welloff used to brush his front
 up against me when I was bent over getting my dinner bucket.
 No, that's the truth.
 Now, wait a minute. There's more.
 One day, I took my ink pen with me,
 and that thing had a real sharp point on it.
 [giggling]
(Mama) Well, I never even looked at him the rest of the day,
 but my hand to God, there was egg salad sandwich
 all over that cloak room.
And that boy walked funny for a week.
 [laughing]
 I about peed my pants.
 [laughing]
 Patsy.
 You going to come on in for a while?
 Well, is Gerald still up?
 It looks like it.
 Oh, honey, I'd better go on home.
 You chicken.
 I'll be over for Sunday dinner.
 Bye. Bye-bye.
 Nighty-night.
 Good night.
 Good night, baby.
 [kissing noises]
 [TV playing]
 I'm home.
 [gunshots on TV]
 (Gerald) How'd it go?
 Well, I only made $25.
 I did real good, I think.
 That's nice.
 I sang San Antonio Rose.
 Oh.
 I've been gone all evening, Gerald.
 Don't you want to talk to me?
I mean, to say, "Kiss my ass" or something?
 Sorry, honey.
 How'd it go tonight?
 [sighs] You already asked me that.
 Ask me something else.
 Come on; let's have a conversation.
 Notice anything different?
 I finished the rigging.
 Patsy, why are you always pushing at me so hard?
 I don't know.
 Just hoping for a fight or a laugh or something.
 I don't want to fight with you.
 I'm not mad.
 [moans in frustration]
 I can't stand it.
Makes me want to scream and claw my face.
 What am I going to do?
 You didn't ask me how to get into this marriage.
 I don't think you ought to ask me how to get out of it.
 He mean to you?
 No.
 Does he drink?
 Gamble?
 Does he chase the women?
 Well, then what?
 Come on, girl.
Speak the truth, and shame the devil.
 As God as my witness, Mama, I don't know.
 I laid in bed last night, and I thought,
 "Shit, what if I was blonde
 or didn't have my legs or something?"
 You watch that mouth.
 [growls in frustration]
 (girl) Mom, I'm home.
 I'm starving.
 (Mama) Well, there's lunch meat in there,
 but don't spoil your dinner, and say, "Hello,"
 to your sister before you worry about your belly.
 Hi, Patsy.
 Oh, I don't know, Mama.
 My life ain't so bad.
 I got a decent house, a man who loves me.
 Hell, I've even sung on television four times.
 So tell me.
 Why do I have to force myself to get out of bed
 every morning of my life?
 Well, you always was hard to keep satisfied,
 even when you was little.
 Well, I'm not talking about when I was three.
 I'm asking you what I should do now.
 Oh, maybe you should scream and claw your face.
 See if that help.
 [grunts]
 [Patsy singing San Antonio Rose]
 [horn honks]
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ I said blue moon of Kentucky, ♪
 ♪ keep on a-shinin'. ♪
 ♪ Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue. ♪
 ♪ Blue moon of Kentucky, ♪
 ♪ keep on a-shinin'. ♪
 ♪ Shine on the one that's gone ♪
 ♪ and left me blue. ♪
 ♪ It was on one moonlit night, ♪
 ♪ stars shining bright, ♪
 ♪ whispered on high, ♪
 ♪ Love said good-bye. ♪
 ♪ I said blue moon of Kentucky, ♪
 ♪ keep on a-shinin'. ♪
 ♪ Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue. ♪
 ♪ Blue moon of Kentucky, keep on a-shinin'. ♪
 ♪ Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue. ♪
 ♪ Blue moon of Kentucky, keep on a-shinin'. ♪
 ♪ Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue. ♪
 ♪ Well, it was on one moonlit night, ♪
 ♪ stars shining bright, ♪
 ♪ whispered on high. ♪
 ♪ Love said good-bye. ♪
 ♪ I said blue moon of Kentucky, ♪
 ♪ keep on a-shinin'. ♪
 ♪ Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue. ♪
 ♪ Left me blue. ♪
 ♪ Left me blue. ♪ ♪
 ♪ ♪
 [drum flourish]
 [cheers and applause]
 Thank you.
 God damn, woman, you're good!
 I mean, that bitch can sing!
 I don't if you remember me... Oh, take a walk.
 I really like the way you...
 I don't know what you think you were doing
 while I was trying to sing.
 You think that's funny?
 Hell, I was listening.
 I don't like the way you listen.
 Take a walk.
 [languid country music playing]
 ♪ ♪
 [Patsy laughing]
 Hi.
 Oh, merciful God.
 I want to explain.
 It's the creature that wouldn't die.
 Look, I came over here to explain.
 He won't go away.
To apologize for messing you up.
 Well, I was just enjoying your singing so much.
 Now that I get a good look at Patsy Cline,
 she don't look so hot to me anyway.
 And I don't care if you have sung
 on some half-assed television program.
 You don't sing that good.
 You ever listen to a Kitty Wells record real close?
 You go home and slit your goddamn throat.
 [women laughing]
 ♪ I've grown so used to that man somehow, ♪
 ♪ and I'm nobody's sugar baby now. ♪
 ♪ 'Cause I'm lonesome. ♪
 ♪ I got the lovesick blues! ♪ ♪
 ♪ ♪
 [cheers and applause]
 We're going to take a little break right now.
 Thank you.
 [cheers and applause]
 Seven & Seven.
 Well, last week up at the high school,
 you said you wanted to buy me a drink.
 I want a Seven & Seven.
 Jesse, Seven & Seven.
 [giggles]
 Well, you got the advantage on me.
 You know my name, but I don't know yours.
 Charlie.
 Charlie Dick.
 Dick?
 [laughing]
 Oh, Charlie Dick?
 That's right.
 [giggling]
 So what do you want out of me, Charlie?
 I mean, I figure you didn't follow me out
 to Rainbow Road because you're a fool for music.
 Hell, no.
I want to get to know you better.
 Okay.
 Now, what does that mean?
It means I want to get to know you better.
 [laughing]
 See, I figure when you say you want
 to get to know me better,
 what you really mean is you want a ten-minute screw
 in the backseat of your car.
 Son of a bitch.
 You must think that thing you got
 between your legs is lined with gold.
 I can get tail anytime I want it.
 I don't have to come crawling
after some mean-mouthed woman who got a cob crossways.
 [laughing]
 If I want to bump uglies with somebody,
 I got plenty of places to go for that.
 "Bump uglies"?
 That's right.
 My Lord, Charlie, what a charming expression.
 [laughing]
 (Gene Vincent) ♪ Bebop-a-lula. ♪
 ♪ She's my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll. ♪
 ♪ Let's rock again now! ♪
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ Well, bebop-a-lula. ♪
 ♪ She's my baby. ♪
 ♪ Bebop-a-lula. ♪
 ♪ I don't mean maybe. ♪
 ♪ Bebop-a-lula. ♪
 ♪ She's my baby. ♪ ♪
 I just... you know, I just grew up.
 I just grew up.
 [laughs] My daddy dumped us when I was about 16.
 I haven't seen him since.
 But Mama and I did okay.
 She couldn't work too much,
 so I worked pretty steady since I's been about 15.
 You made a living for the whole family?
 No, I mean, Mama sewed for people.
 But, yeah, basically I guess I did.
 Huh.
 Listen, I want to ask you something.
 What?
 You know all those things you said you wanted?
 Yeah.
Answer me real quick which you want most.
 All of it.
 I want it all.
 [laughing] And I want to make it right.
 I do.
 I mean, since I been about 11 or 12 years old,
 I've had my life mapped out.
 I haven't pushed too hard these last four or five years,
 but I'm going to start next year.
 I'm starting next year too, by God.
 [laughing]
 That's the time to start for me.
 I'm serious. I'm gonna be a singer.
 I'm gonna make some money, have some kids.
 And then I'm going to stop singing
 and raise those kids right.
 Have a big house with yellow roses all around it.
 You think that's silly?
 No.
 You know, I figure, may as...
 Somebody ought to be happy.
 Hell, might as well be me.
 Right?
 Right.
 [laughing] Right.
 Well, I never met a woman like you.
 I can talk to you.
 You know what that means to a man?
 [man on radio] Real pretty song here on...
 Do you?
 I don't know.
 One of my favorites...
(Sam Cook) ♪ Darling, you send me. ♪
 ♪ I know you send me. ♪
 ♪ Darling, you send me. ♪
 Let's go dancing.
 Where?
 Right out here.
 Come on.
 [giggling] In the parking lot?
 Yep.
 [giggling]
 Are you kidding?
(Cook) ♪ I know you, you, you thrill me. ♪
 ♪ Darling, you, you, you thrill me. ♪
 ♪ Honest, you do. ♪
 ♪ At first, I thought it was infatuation. ♪
 ♪ But, ooh, it's lasted so long. ♪
 ♪ Now I find in myself wanting to marry you ♪
 ♪ and take take you home. ♪
 ♪ Whoa-oh, you, you, you, you send me. ♪
 ♪ I know you send me. ♪
 ♪ Honest, you do. ♪
 (chorus) ♪ You send me. ♪
 (Cook) ♪ Whoa-oh, whenever I'm with you, ♪
 ♪ I know, I know, when I'm near you. ♪
 [laughing] I don't do this.
 Don't? No.
 [laughing]
 But I'm doing it.
 (Cook) ♪ I know... ♪
 (chorus) ♪ You-ooh. ♪
 (Cook) ♪ I know, I know when you hold me. ♪
 ♪ Whoa-oh, whenever you kiss me. ♪
 ♪ Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, honest, you do. ♪
 ♪ At first, I thought it was infatuation. ♪
 ♪ But, ooh, it's lasted so long. ♪
 ♪ Now I find in myself wanting to marry you... ♪ ♪
 [both panting]
 No, Charlie, don't leave me.
 [sighing]
 I was starving.
 I didn't even know.
 Hey, Mama!
 [squealing]
 Mama, come here!
 What are you doing here on Sunday morning?
 Oh, Mama, I feel so good.
 Whoo!
 Don't give me that dark look.
 I feel so damn good!
 What's them suitcases?
 I left him!
 Oh, Patsy.
 [laughing] I don't care!
 I don't care.
 There's a man.
 No, Mama, I'm doing this for me.
 There's a man.
 Oh, Mama!
 Honey, baby, dumpling, come on, honey!
 Be happy for me.
 Well, does Gerald know?
 I stopped by on my way over here and told him.
 You know what he said?
 What?
"Well, Patsy, if your considered opinion is
 that you really want a divorce, I'll not stand in your way."
 There's a man.
 You're too happy.
 Yes, there is.
 I don't know. I mean, there might be.
 I don't know, Mama.
But, oh, sweet Jesus, it just feels so good.
 [laughing]
 ♪ Oh, my darling, you're crying, ♪
 ♪ boo-hoo-hoo-hoo. ♪
 ♪ There's no use in denying. ♪
 ♪ I've cried for you. ♪
 ♪ It was your favorite pastime, ♪
 ♪ making me blue. ♪
 ♪ Last week was the last time ♪
 ♪ I cried for you. ♪
 ♪ Seven hankies blue, ♪
 ♪ I filled with my tears. ♪
 ♪ Seven letters, too, I filled with my fears. ♪
 ♪ Guess it never pays to make your lover blue. ♪
 ♪ Seven lonely days I cried, and I cried for you. ♪
 ♪ Oh, my darling, you're crying, boo-hoo-hoo-hoo. ♪ ♪
 (Buddy Holly) ♪ Well, that'll be the day ♪
 ♪ when you say good-bye. ♪
 ♪ Yes, that'll be the day when you make me cry. ♪
 ♪ You say you're going to leave. ♪
 ♪ You know it's a lie. ♪
 ♪ 'Cause that'll be the day when I die. ♪ ♪
 ♪ Your cheating heart ♪
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ will make you weep. ♪
 ♪ You'll cry and cry ♪
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ and try to sleep. ♪
 ♪ But sleep won't come ♪
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ the whole night through. ♪
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ Your cheating heart... ♪
 Come here. Come on.
 (Patsy) ♪ Will tell on you. ♪
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ When tears come down like fallen rain, ♪
 ♪ you toss around... ♪ ♪
 (Charlie) Nice day.
 Great day.
 What do you want to do, top me all the time?
 Just say, "Yeah, it's a nice day."
 (Patsy) Yeah, it's a nice day.
 [giggling]
 This water is cold.
 We used to come swimming in here clear up to November,
 and I'm telling you,
 this water's got ice cubes in it.
 A guy in my class, Donnie Byers, says he saw
 a eight-foot water moccasin in here
 with his mouth all open, showing white.
 Oh, I ain't afraid of snakes.
 Take a swim, big talk.
 Go ahead.
 [giggling]
I'll pay you. Go ahead.
How much it take for you to jump in?
 What?
 I'm serious. How much?
 300.
 Damn, you'd really do it?
 You got the cash?
 I love it!
 Oh, man, I wish I had 300!
 Oh, you don't have it? No.
 Well, I ain't jumping in for nothing.
 I'll save you.
 [both laughing]
 So you want to have other nice days like today?
 Sure.
 I mean, lots of them.
 Sure.
 No, I mean lots of them.
 Good times all the time, Sunday to Sunday.
 What, Charlie?
 You want to get married?
 [laughing]
 I dare you.
 Charlie!
 Oh, yes!
 Yeah!
 [horn blaring]
 You telling me, "Yes"?
 Yeah!
 Oh!
 [cheering]
 (woman) Beautiful, doesn't she look beautiful?
 (Patsy) Okay, are you ready?
 We're ready.
 [yelling]
 [applause]
 There you go.
 Bye-bye. Bye.
 All right, you find yourself wondering what to do
 in the dark, you give me a call.
 Yeah, I think I can manage.
 I'll see you at work
 on Monday morning!
 Bye-bye, Mama.
 I love you, sugar.
 You take care of yourself.
 You look so pretty today.
 Bye.
 [cheering]
 (all) Bye!
 Ta-dah!
 What the hell you been doing in there?
 [laughing]
 Come here.
 [laughing]
 It's kind of scary, isn't it?
 What do you mean?
 I don't know.
 You know, you go out and buy a new dress,
 stand in front of a preacher, say a few words.
 Suddenly, everything's changed.
 I just want it to work out, Charlie.
 I want everything to be right.
 Well, come here.
 Wait.
 This is my wedding night.
 I want the words.
 Come on; say the words.
 I love you.
 [laughing]
 Say it again.
 I love you, God damn it.
 Oh, that's so nice.
 Look, I want this to work out too.
 I mean, I'm sure as hell going to try it.
 Yeah.
 [romantic music]
 ♪ ♪
 [humming Wedding March]
 Here, you look like you need this more than me.
 Oh, God bless you, mister.
 [laughs]
 Big night, huh?
 Real big.
 So tell me.
 How was the honeymoon?
 Nice?
 Oh, hell, yeah, it was wonderful.
 Two days at a cut-rate motel.
 It was great.
 Real uptown stuff.
 Patsy didn't like it, huh?
 Patsy didn't say a word.
 She wouldn't.
 I didn't like it.
 I didn't like it.
 Jesus, you're in a mood.
 I got $12 to my name.
 $12 between me and payday.
 The money ain't so bad here.
 Not so good.
 Well, what do you want?
 Want to be like that old fart, Lawrence?
 Wear a suit and run the place?
 Hell, no.
 Just like something different maybe.
 You know, do something a little better.
 Like to get my own place maybe.
 I don't care.
 I ain't gonna do it.
 The idea of you asking me to go on television and lie.
 (Patsy) I am not asking you to lie.
 All you got to do is say, "Mr. Godfrey, I'm Hilda Hensley.
 I brought my friend Patsy Cline. I'm her talent scout."
 Now, that's not a lie.
 You are my friend.
 I ain't gonna do it.
So you might as well quit flapping your jaws.
 [growls]
 That man from the show told you
 that talent scouts can't be a relative.
 Is that why you give me that housecoat of yours
 with the little puffed sleeves?
I give you that housecoat 'cause you said you liked it.
 Well, I won't lie on television.
 Oh, God damn it, Mama.
 I'm not asking you to lie.
 Just don't spill your guts, is all I'm asking.
 Stop that dirty talk now.
 Come on, Mama.
Think of what it could mean to sing on national television.
 Lookit; all you got to do is just say,
 "Mr. Godfrey, I'm Hilda Hensley.
 "I've brought my friend, Patsy Cline.
 I'm her talent scout."
 Come on, Mama.
 What do I have to do?
 Get down on my knees and beg you?
 I will, Mama.
 Please come on; help me get to be a singer,
 have my house with the yellow roses, please!
 That house with the yellow roses,
 I'm sick of hearing about it.
 What does Charlie say about all this?
 He thinks it's a terrific idea.
 Well, I ain't gonna do it.
 The idea of me on television.
 [laughs]
 [giggling]
 [lively accordion music]
 ♪ ♪
 30 seconds, Johnny.
 They're from Winchester, Virginia.
 Oh, Patsy, I can't do it.
 Oh, you can too.
 Now, don't be no chicken.
Come on, you look just beautiful.
 A little color on your cheeks.
 Mrs. Hensley, you're on.
 Now, just say what we practiced.
 Round the corner.
 And smile. You look real pretty.
 You're better-looking than her, Woodhouse.
 [all laughing]
(Woodhouse) Get her off of there.
 Let's see Patsy.
 Marla Kleinman.
 [applause]
Remember, folks, your applause is on the applause meter.
 [all jeering]
 [hissing]
 Get lost.
 Stop it.
 Hello, there, and welcome.
 There's your mama!
 There's your mama.
 Say, that is a pretty dress you're wearing.
 What color is that exactly?
 Mr. Godfrey, I'm Hilda Hensley.
 And I brought my friend, Patsy Cline.
 And I'm her talent scout.
 Well, good.
(man) Miss Cline, hurry, please.
 Around the back.
(Godfrey) Where are you from?
 Winchester, Virginia.
 Oh, that's lovely country.
 So what's Patsy's talent?
 She sings.
 Does she sing any better than I do?
 [laughter]
Oh, oh, well, she's... [giggling]
 Oh, she's wonderful. She made a record.
 Well, why don't we bring her out here?
 Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome Patsy Cline.
 [applause and band playing]
 Come on, Patsy!
 Come on, baby!
 ♪ I go out walking after midnight ♪
 ♪ out in the moonlight just like we used to do. ♪
 ♪ I'm always walking after midnight... ♪
 Hey... hey... hey!
 ♪ Searching for you. ♪
 She look great, don't she?
 ♪ I walked for miles along the highway. ♪
 ♪ Well, that's just my way of saying I love you. ♪
 ♪ I'm always walking ♪
 ♪ after midnight, searching for you. ♪
 She looks beautiful.
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ I stopped to see a weeping willow ♪
 ♪ crying on his pillow. ♪
 ♪ Maybe he's crying for me. ♪
You lucky bud. Shcan ma.
 ♪ Night winds whisper to me. ♪
 ♪ I'm lonesome as I can be. ♪
 She's singing good, ain't she?
 ♪ After midnight ♪
 ♪ out in the moonlight, ♪
 ♪ just hoping you may be ♪
 ♪ somewhere walking after midnight, ♪
 ♪ searching for me! ♪
 ♪ ♪
 [applause]
 (Godfrey) Patsy Cline.
 [clapping and cheering]
 This Virginia gal can sing.
 Let us hear from you for the applause meter.
 Watch the meter now.
 Come on, you people, clap louder!
 Go, go!
 [roaring applause]
 Patsy Cline is the winner!
 Whoo!
 She won!
 [cheers and applause]
 [laughing]
 ♪ I go out walking after midnight ♪
 ♪ out in the moonlight, ♪
 ♪ just hoping you may be ♪
 ♪ somewhere walking after midnight, ♪
 ♪ searching for me! ♪ ♪
 Bull's-eye.
 [disgusted noise]
 It felt draggy to me that time. Real draggy.
 That was all right. Shit.
 This is going to make us all
a whole lot of money, little girl.
 Hey, listen, boys,
 you don't mind if we just try one...
 (all) Oh, no!
 One more time!
 Thanks a lot, boys.
 [sizzling]
 [bubbling noise]
 [snapping gum]
 [humming]
 [light rock and roll music playing on radio]
 ♪ ♪
 I'm home, baby.
 Where you been?
 I stopped and had a drink.
 Yeah, five or seven.
 I worked my hump off making you baked chicken.
 You come home this late.
 I'll eat it.
 You got a finger?
 Hmm, yeah.
 You can use the goddamned thing.
 Put it in a telephone and dial me
 when you're going to be late.
 I said I'd eat the damn...
Hey, lady, I got a message for you.
 Screw your baked chicken, and screw you.
 That's the last time I'm going to make you something nice.
 [falsetto voice] Oh, poor Patsy. Boo-hoo.
 Oh, you dumb son of a bitch.
 You want your dinner?
 Here, why don't you eat it now?
 Look, you want to play? You want to play?
 [dishes clattering]
 You want start on the living room?
 [laughing]
 Charlie, look what you've done!
 God damn it!
 [water rippling]
 [door opening]
 Sip it slow, and the world will stay sweet.
 [laughing]
 My daddy used to say that same thing.
 [sighs]
 Do my back, baby. Would you, please?
 Here's some of the my old man.
 He used to eat cold navy bean sandwiches
 for breakfast every morning of his life.
 I hope he rots in hell.
 What do you mean?
 He's crazy.
 He tried some stuff with me once.
 [phone ringing]
Telling me he tried to mess with you?
 Huh?
 Oh, Charlie, I don't want to talk about that now.
 How come you never told me that before?
 How come you never say anything about your family?
 (Charlie) Well, not when I'm in such a good mood.
 Hello?
 Yeah, that's me.
 Who is it?
 What?
 Is it Woodhouse?
 Hey, Charlie, hush up.
 I'm sorry. I didn't hear you.
Tell him I got spanked because he made me late for dinner.
 Will you for the love of God put a lid on it?
 Yes, ma'am.
 I'm sorry, my husband's a little nuts.
 [man on phone] This is Decca Records.
 What?
 Whoo!
 Charlie, that's Decca Records!
 Walking After Midnight jumped all the way to number 16!
 I am on the son of a bitch charts!
 [whooping]
 God damn it, baby!
 Let's go spend some money.
 Yeah. [kissing noises]
 [giggling and squealing]
 I got a letter from Washington.
 Probably from that fool Eisenhower,
 wondering why I didn't vote for him.
 Shit me! I've been drafted.
 What?
 They want me to show up next week.
 I can't be drafted.
 I'm in the friggin' National Guard.
 Charlie, you said they never miss you at those meetings.
 Yeah, well, I ain't going.
 I tell you that much.
 I'll shoot my toe off.
 I'll tell 'em I'm a homo. I will.
 I ain't going!
 [Patsy crying]
 I love you. Take care of yourself.
 Okay, bye, baby!
 (Patsy) Charlie! [sobbing]
 Well, now, it ain't the end of the world.
 Why, Fort Bragg's not exactly a million miles away.
 You got that tour coming up.
 Oh, shit, why don't you just tell me
 every cloud's got a silver lining?
 Why don't you just come on and move in with me, honey?
 No sense in paying rent on your place.
 [Take My Hand playing on radio]
 Well, good morning.
 Says who?
 Oh, for heaven's sake, girl.
 Sit up and take some nourishment.
 Charlie will have his first leave in three weeks,
 and you walk around with your lower lip
 dragging the floor in front of me.
 Big bawl baby, I ought to just fix you a sugar tit.
 You know you're still not too big
 for me to smack your jaws for you.
 You know that?
 You make that sign to me again;
 I'll leave my handprint across your face.
 I'll make your teeth rattle!
 [man on radio] For those of you who've got to get to work,
 it's 8:30 in the morning.
Continue listening to everybody's favorite.
 I got a check today.
 Well, why don't you just go out and spend some money?
 It'll make you feel better.
 Says who?
 Well, you just too mean to live lately.
 [horn honking]
 Well, what do you think?
 I think it's beautiful.
 I think I hate it.
 You sour, mean thing.
 But I know how to get sweet again.
 [lively bluegrass music]
 ♪ ♪
 I'm looking for Charlie Dick of the 20th Battalion.
 Yeah, you just go down here and turn left.
 You tell me where C Company is?
 Yes, ma'am, it's right over there.
 There?
 Yes, ma'am.
 Thank you.
 You're welcome.
 Charlie!
 [laughing and squealing]
 (Charlie) Hey, baby.
 How are you?
 [giggling]
 Oh, no, what'd they do to your hair?
 They cut it.
 Eat your hearts out!
 [slapping counter]
 Whoo!
 [laughing]
 Come on, honey.
 Okay, hurry up. Get the key in there.
 [Patsy giggling]
 Oh, quick.
 I've been waiting to see you.
 Wait, Charlie.
 What?
 Got to close the window.
 Yeah.
 You know something, Charlie?
 Hmm?
 You can't go to your grave saying you weren't ever loved.
 'Cause no matter what happens to you
 for the rest of your life...
 [inhales deeply]
 right now, by God, somebody loves you.
 Totally.
(Patsy) ♪ I know that you been a-fooling around on me ♪
 ♪ right from the start. ♪
 ♪ So I'll give back your ring, ♪
 ♪ and I'm a-taking back my heart. ♪
 ♪ And when you're tired of a-fooling round ♪
 ♪ with two or three, ♪
 ♪ then come on home and fool around with me. ♪
 ♪ So, honey, fool around. ♪
 ♪ You know right where I'm at. ♪
 ♪ And don't worry if I'm lonesome, ♪
 ♪ 'cause I'm used to that. ♪
 ♪ And when you're tired of a-fooling around ♪
 ♪ with two or three, ♪
 ♪ then come on home and fool around with me. ♪ ♪
 [guitar riff]
 ♪ Hey, won't you come home, Bill Bailey? ♪
 ♪ Won't you come home? ♪
 ♪ I moan the whole day lo-ong. ♪
 ♪ I'll do the cookin', honey. ♪
 ♪ I'll pay the rent. ♪
 ♪ I know I done you wrong. ♪
 ♪ Remember that rainy evening I drove you out ♪
 ♪ with nothing but a fine-toothed comb? ♪
 Take it home.
♪ I know that I'm to blame, ♪
 ♪ and ain't that a shame? ♪
 ♪ Bill Bailey, won't you please come home? ♪
 ♪ Come home, Bill Bailey. ♪
 ♪ Bill Bailey, won't you please come home? ♪ ♪
 [sighing]
 Lord, I'm give out.
 [guitar strumming]
 I'm so tired, my ass is dragging on the floor behind me.
 I'm so tired, I wish I was dead.
 (man) So tired, I wish I never been born.
 I'm so tired, I wish my daddy had his thing cut off,
 so he'd never even...
 God almighty, will you boys let it be?
 ♪ Rolling in my sweet baby's arms. ♪
 (all) ♪ Going to lay around the shack ♪
 ♪ till the mail train comes back, ♪
 ♪ rolling in my sweet baby's arms. ♪
 ♪ I ain't going to work on the railroad. ♪
 ♪ Ain't going to work on the farm. ♪
 ♪ Going to lay around the shack ♪
 ♪ till the mail train comes back, ♪
 ♪ rolling in my sweet baby's arms. ♪
 ♪ Rolling in my sweet baby's arms. ♪
 ♪ Going to lay around the shack ♪
 ♪ till the mail train comes back, ♪
 ♪ rolling in my sweet baby's arms. ♪ ♪
 [water running]
 [retching and coughing]
 [knock at door]
 (woman) Patsy?
 Patsy, are you okay?
 [sighing deeply]
 Oh, darling, tell those boys they'll have to wait.
 I can't get up.
 Okay.
 We'd never get there anyway.
 How about it, honey?
 You gonna live?
 Oh, Lord, I've been better.
 Let me have a sip of this.
 Go ahead.
 (woman) You have to do that of a morning?
 That puts hair on your head.
 Oh, my God in heaven.
 I bet I'm pregnant.
 [laughing]
 Lord, I can't be pregnant.
 I mean, I just had a hit record.
 My husband's in the army.
 [laughing] Oh, Lord.
 How the hell am I going to tour if I'm pregnant?
 Oh, God, you talk about your bad timing.
 Please, Fred, don't eat that.
 [sighs]
 [children laughing]
 [dog barking]
 [chorus on radio] ♪ Bye-bye, baby, good night. ♪
 ♪ ♪
 (man) ♪ I saw my baby dancing... ♪
 Hi, honey.
 Charlie, look at me, honey.
 You think I look just awful?
Hell, no,  you look great, baby.
You always do.
 Thanks.
 [humming]
 [whispering] Charlie?
 Hmm-mm.
Crazy about you, baby; love you all the time.
 Come here. Come here.
 You sure you want to?
 Whoo!
 Look out; look out.
 I'm coming to get you.
 [giggling]
 I got you.
 [laughing]
 I'm coming to get you.
 Love you, baby.
 You still like me, Charlie?
 [whispering] Yeah.
 You do?
 Yeah.
 Mm.
 [woman on radio] ♪ When we met, ♪
 ♪ I believed the words you told me. ♪
 ♪ How was I to know you'd be untrue? ♪
 Lord, bitch, you don't sing. You whine, whine.
 Hi, darling.
 What a y?
 Having a glass of champagne with Kirk Douglas.
 What's it look like I'm doing?
 You don't have to iron me a shirt every day, you know?
 I thought you told me Sergeant Wilson wanted you looking sharp.
 Hey, I'll tell you a secret.
 I don't give a good goddamn what Sergeant Wilson says.
 That tight-ass bastard's been on my back
 ever since I got here.
 God, I hate this army.
 [steam hissing]
 I hate this state.
 I hate this stinkin' little miserable apartment.
 Well, I been places I like better too.
 I could still be making records if I stayed home.
 Nobody asked you to come here.
 [laughing] Hell, you didn't.
 You begged me.
 Yeah, well, I didn't mean it.
 Oh, come on, Charlie; don't fuss now.
 I'm making chili for dinner. You like that.
 Let's just be nice.
 [falsetto voice] "Oh, my.
"I'm making chili, and I try to be nice,
 but my husband's just so rude and nasty."
 Oh, shut up.
 Oh, poor Patsy.
 Why don't you just shut your mouth?
 Why don't you just try and make me?
 Don't push me, Charlie.
 I dare you.
 [gasps]
 [hard slap]
 [punching noise]
 [crying]
 Patsy.
 Patsy...
[muffled] Leave me alone!
 You know the part I remember?
 I remember the part when you told me over and over
 how you're going to protect me,
 keep anybody from hurting me.
 You remember all those times you told me that?
 Patsy!
 [screaming] Wait!
 [lock clicking]
 Patsy, I'm sorry.
 Come on, open the door up.
 (man) I'll bring the rest.
 (Patsy) Will you get the baby things, John?
 (John) Okay, sis.
 Hey.
 I'm going to start singing again
 right after the baby's born.
 (Hilda) Oh, I was hoping you'd stay home for a while.
 I'm going to start singing the same week the baby's born.
 I can make it, Mama.
 Damn it; I know I can.
All I need is just one good song,
 one good song to put me over the top.
 And when I've made enough, I can retire,
 raise the baby.
 I just want to make it right.
 You forgot the part about the yellow roses.
 Mm.
 [groaning]
 [horn honking]
 [panting]
 [band music playing on radio]
 ♪ ♪
 What the living hell? They told me...
 It's a false alarm.
 Hilda, why don't you put a star on your crown
 and go get ol' Charlie a beer?
 [radio turns off]
 Can I have a kiss?
 Can I have a decent kiss?
 Miss me?
 Nope.
 I didn't know it till I saw you,
 but, yes, I did.
 Look at you.
 I got ten days' leave.
 I got two good-looking women to spend it with
 and a baby on the way.
 [giggling]
 Hog heaven!
 [both moaning]
 (Patsy) Mama, look at these sweet little things
 Betty just gave me.
 Aren't they darling?
 Look at that one.
 It's got a little bit of embroidery.
 [cheering on TV]
 Damn it, get your feet off the baby's clothes.
 smack! [screams]
 Charlie, for the love of God.
 Why don't you get out from under our feet?
 Go buy yourself a beer or something.
 Lord.
 All right, if that's what you think I should do.
 Yeah.
 Dinner's at 6:00.
 (Charlie) All right.
Charlie here says he loves the army.
 Oh, hell, yes.
 Says he's going to reenlist when his time's up.
 [chuckling]
 You know, Woodhouse?
 I never saw so many teeth in a horse's ass.
 [laughing]
 I got to go.
 Oh, you butt hole. Come on.
 I didn't know they made apron strings this long.
 I got to get home.
 Come on; let's stop and have...
 I got to get home.
It's on the way. Just a quick one.
 [laughter]
 Hey, bartender, let's have a shot for everybody.
 (Charlie) No, not for me.
 (Woodhouse) Tell 'em the best for Charlie.
 (Charlie) No, no, no. Yes.
 One more.
 (Woodhouse) Get one before you go.
 No, I got to get going.
 You all have a good night.
 It's been real nice.
 I'll see you before I go.
 (Woodhouse) All right.
 Hey, Charlie.
 What? Oh, nothing.
 What? [giggling]
 Ah, you hair is all...
 You look so different with short hair.
 So?
 So I think it's kinda cute.
 I like it.
 [giggling]
 Remember, hmm?
 All those good times we had?
 [both chuckling]
 Yeah, I remember.
 Of course, I remember.
 Well, why do you have to go home so early, then?
 [sighs]
 Talk to me, Charlie.
 [men laughing]
 You know I've always liked you, Charlie.
 (Woodhouse) We're going to Carol's house.
 Come on, Charlie.
 Let's get out of here.
 Is the father around, so I can get the rest
 of this information from him?
 Well, what's his name?
 Charles Dick.
 Son of a bitch.
 You stop that dirty talk now.
 He'll be here soon.
 The son of a bitch!
 [laughing]
 Oh, Mama.
 [phone ringing]
 Somebody answer the phone.
 [dramatic music]
 ♪ ♪
 Hello.
 [Hilda on phone] Charlie?
 Hilda, where are you?
 Charlie, we're at the hospital.
 She's had her baby.
 I'll be right down.
 No, you won't be right down!
 You just keep your miserable self away.
 She had a hard time, and she's finally asleep.
 She asked for you 14ime,
 and you weren't there.
 Oh, damn your soul, Charlie Dick.
 Where were you?
 [baby cooing]
 [Patsy giggling]
 There's your dad.
 Hi, honey.
 She's beautiful.
 You want to hold her?
 Yeah.
 [baby cooing]
 Come here, you little thing.
 [chuckling]
 I got her.
 I got you.
 [woman on P.A.] Dr. Holland to first floor admitting, please.
 Dr. Holland, please come to first floor admitting.
 She's so pretty.
 Yeah.
 Look at her hair.
I know; it's curling already.
 [laughs]
 [sighs deeply]
 Still think Julie's a good name for her?
 Yeah.
 [sighs]
 Wish to God I'd been with you.
Yes, where were you?
 I tell you a hundred lies, but I ain't going to.
 Got drunk.
 [laughs]
 That's whiskey under the bridge.
 [dramatic music]
 ♪ ♪
 [phone ringing]
[woman on phone] 50¢, please.
 Yes, ma'am.
  [phone ri]
 [Patsy on phone] Hello?
 Hi, baby, it's me.
 Hi, Charlie.
 Guess what?
 What?
 I found us a new apartment.
 It's got room for the baby, and it's still cheaper
 than that other one we had down here.
 Got a big kitchen too.
 So what do you say?
 Why don't you come on down.
 No, Charlie, I can't.
 I want to start singing again,
 and Mama helps me with Julie.
 Come on, baby.
 I really miss you.
 I want to see my kid.
 Don't you get another leave in a couple of months?
 You can certainly see her then.
 God damn, why you so polite anymore?
 Can you just talk normal?
 I feel like I'm talking to Eleanor Roosevelt.
 I got to go, Charlie.
 The baby's crying.
 I'll talk to you, okay?
 Yeah, okay, if Julie's crying.
 [dial tone]
 slap!
 [engine revving]

[door opening]
 [Charlie whispering] Patsy.
 You awake?
 Come on, wake up, baby.
 Patsy... [gasps]
 Shh. Put something on.
 I want to take you someplace.
 Charlie, what's the matter?
 What are you doing here?
 Come on, it's important.
 What, are you crazy?
 It's the middle of the night.
 I can't leave the baby.
 We'll put her in with Hilda. Come on.
 Charlie, why don't you tell me what this is all about?
 Just wait.
 Well, at least tell me where we're going.
 Shh.
 [nostalgic band music]
 ♪ ♪
 I need something from you.
 I need you to look me in the face and say,
 "You screw up a lot, but I still love you, Charlie.
 I always will."
 I told you before you left.
 I'm not holding any grudges.
 I need something from you.
 I need you to look me in the face and say,
 "You screw up a lot, but I still love you, Charlie.
 I always will."
 You screw up a lot, Charlie,
 but I still love you, and I always will.
 Say it again.
 You screw up a lot, but I still love you, Charlie.
 I always will.
(Patsy) ♪ I'll have a blue Christmas ♪
♪ without you. ♪
 ♪ I'll be so blue thinking about you. ♪
 ♪ Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree... ♪
 (man) Start the movie!
 ♪ Won't mean a thing, dear, if... ♪
 [whimsical music from movie]
 What are they doing?
 What the hell's going on?
 (Woody Woodpecker) Guess who?
 [chipping noise]
 [laughing goofily]
 I cannot believe this.
 [growls in frustration]
 Shh.
 Oh, honey, your mama's life is not working out.
 Trust me. It's not working out.
 [engine turning]
 I'm going down to Nashville tomorrow, Mama.
 See if I can do something.
 Hey, aren't you Patsy Cline?
 Yeah.
 I'm Randy Hughes.
Hey, I was just coming to see you.
 Is that right?
Yeah, you know, you wrote me a letter
 about a year ago or so,
 but I had a baby since then.
 I haven't been doing too much singing but...
 You don't have to sell me.
 I happen to think you're maybe
 the best country singer in the world.
 [giggling]
 Come in here.
 Let's you and I talk.
 I always did like a man who knew
 how to start off a conversation good.
 I swear I can make us both a lot of money.
 You won't be sorry.
 You know why not?
 Why?
Because when the song is right and I feel it,
 I can tell from looking at people's faces
 that I've reached right down there inside 'em.
 You got any idea what that feels like?
 You want to be Kitty Wells, right?
 Hell, no!
 I want to be Hank Williams.
 All right.
 Sit down.
 Listen to me.
 Got a story to tell you.
 I heard you sing one night in a dump in Virginia:
 12 tables, watered-down drinks,
 dance floor the size of that coffee table.
 And you were good.
 The crowd liked you,
 just ate up all that yodeling and growling stuff.
 And then you let go on Walking the Floor Over You.
 But you did it slow like a ballad.
 And I'm telling you.
 The hair on the back of my neck stood up.
 I mean, there I was
 in this dive in Virginia,
 and I was listening to something real special.
 Yeah.
 You get my drift?
 Nope.
 I'll make it simple.
 You got a voice that was made to sing love songs.
 And if I work with you,
 we take advantage of that fact.
 (Patsy)  I don't want to talk about it anymore.
 I've got a couple  of starving kids
 waiting for me in the car.
(Randy) It's too late, Patsy.
It's all set up.
 I don't give a damn.
I don't want four big male singers drowning me out.
 Well, they been booked,
 and they're going to be there at 2:00.
 Yeah, well, if they're there,
 I'm not showing up.
 Musicians are booked.
 Owen Bradley's going to be there.
 I'm going to be there, and you can show up or not.
 Just suit your damn self.
 I will.
 2:00.
 Grab hold of Randy, Madrine.
 They got four singers backing me up today, big ones.
 They're just going to drown me out.
 Hell's bells.
 All right, now let's have the next bit.
 One, two.
 (all) ♪ Whoo-oo. ♪
 ♪ ♪
 (Randy) Hello, there.
 Did you tell them what I said?
 Mr. Bradley's the producer, darling.
 (Owen) Hello, Patsy.
 Hi, Mr. Bradley.
What's the frown for, honey?
Randy's telling me you been worrying again.
 Don't ever frown.
You'll make yourself old before your time.
 I know, but I wanted to talk to you...
 No, now listen to me. Everything's all right.
 Song's a good one. The arrangement's a good one.
 Back-up singers are good.
Even the glazed doughnuts are good.
 Everything's good today.
So relax and be happy and sing.
 Well, just make sure they hear me.
 (Owen and Randy) Sing.
 (man) Take seven coming up.
 [I Fall to Pieces playing]
 ♪ ♪
 [cheers and applause]
 All right, I can see you all recognize that song.
 Well, that's just great,
because we just happen to have the little girl backstage
 that made that famous with her number one hit record of it.
 We're real proud of her here at the Grand Ole Opry.
 Here's Miss Patsy Cline!
 [cheers and applause]
 ♪ I fall to pieces... ♪
 [roaring cheers and applause]
 ♪ Each time I see you again. ♪
 ♪ I fall to pieces ♪
 ♪ Whoo-oo-oo. ♪
 (Patsy) ♪ How can I be just your friend? ♪
 ♪ You want me to act like we've never kissed. ♪
 ♪ You want me to forget... ♪
 ♪ To forget. ♪
 ♪ Pretend we've never met. ♪
 ♪ Never met. ♪
(Patsy) ♪ And I've tried, and I've tried, ♪
 ♪ but I haven't yet. ♪
 ♪ You walk by, ♪
 ♪ and I fall to pieces. ♪
 ♪ You walk by, and I fall to pieces. ♪
 [cheers and applause]
 [giggling]
 I like everything you sing.
I mean, you just open your mouth, and I fall down.
 Buwheng them slow ones,
 I just love it.
 You know, Randy told me
 it's number nine on the pop charts.
 I'm a cross-over.
 Money, money, money.
 [giggling]
 I want to buy Mama a pure silk dress.
 Give Sylvia that graduation party she never had.
 I want to spend some of that money.
 Well, I'll tell you what.
 I'll help you do it.
 Yeah?
 [chuckling]
 (Charlie) I'm home, baby.
 I had to crawl partway, but I made it.
 Ooh, that's pretty.
 Baked that all by your lonesome?
 I sure did.
 (Charlie) Mm.
 How come you didn't bake me a cake for my birthday?
 God damn it, Charlie.
 That's not funny.
 I've been working on that all day.
 Oh, look; didn't this pie turn out nice?
 Mm-hmm.
 Thinking of doing it with tapioca
 just like Mama does.
 I can't wait to see her and John and Sylvia tomorrow.
 Hey, Charlie.
 Mm-hmm?
 Why don't you go a little easy
 on that drinking tomorrow at the party?
 Why don't you kiss my furry butt?
 [laughing]
 Well, you think I wouldn't?
 [sizzling]
 Ah, come on, Charlie.
 God, I'm cooking chicken.
 Come on. [laughing]
 Stop it now.
 Chicken, Charlie.
 Where are the kids at?
 That thing's going to burn.
 Hmm, where are the kids at?
 They're upstairs in their bedroom.
 Oh, good. Come on, Charlie.
 Come on, baby. Oh, Lord.
 On the linoleum floor?
 Put my dress up right around my ears?
 Oh, Charlie.
 All righty.
 Hey, red hot!
 Get your red hots!
 Red hot, red hot.
 It just means I spent... Whoa!
 Mm.
 (man) You savage.
 Oh, come on.
 Hey!
 Hey, everybody, listen a minute!
 You know that we have
 a high school graduate in our family
 for the very first time?
 And Charlie and I finally got enough money...
 Finally!
 [all laughing]
To give her a party and buy her a present!
 Here it is.
Happy graduation, Sylvia.
 This is a new toothbrush.
 Ooh, yeah.
 [chuckling]
 Don't Sylvia look sweet today?
 (Patsy) I just love her new hairdo.
 Mama, gonna put him down. He's so crabby.
 Oh, good night, honey.
 Give Grandma a kiss.
 [crying]
 Here, sweetheart.
 Give Mama a kiss.
 [crying]
 Oh, it just kills me I don't see him more.
 Don't I know it.
 I wrote that book.
 Jimmy!
 (Hilda) How's things with you and Charlie?
 Up and down?
 There's lots of up and down.
 [laughing]
 Oh, Patsy.
 O-oh.
[giggling]
 Oh, Mama. [giggling]
 Well, you know Charlie.
 I mean, he drinks a little,
 but, hell, I knew that when I married him.
 Other than that, things are silky smooth.
 Of course, when he drinks, he's got a temper.
 Does he hit you?
 Just that one time.
 They say if a man hits you once, there's always another time.
 (John) Hey, Sis.
 You got some money?
 We want some more beer.
 Ooh, I want to go with you.
 [laughing]
 See you in a minute, Mama.
 You mean to tell me you don't remember Barbara Simmons?
 You had a crush on her all through the fifth grade.
 Patsy, you're nothing but a damn liar.
 I don't know why, though, with all that frizzy brown hair.
 Well, what about you and old Homer Atkinson?
 Homer Atkinson?
 I never liked Homer Atkinson.
 You loved Homer.
 Oh, I did not!
 You used to call him up every night...
 You liar.
(John) Then hang up when he answered.
 [tires screeching] Look out!
 [metal crunching]
 [tires skidding]
 Somebody help me!
 The babies.
 Where are the babies?
 Patsy, they're fine.
 John's all right too.
 You had us scared here a little bit.
 [crying]
 Charlie.
 Tell me.
 Are the babies alive?
 Honey, little Randy and Julie weren't with you.
 John was with you, and he's okay.
 Yeah.
 Shh.
 [Patsy on record player] ♪ Moon, in all your splendor, ♪
 ♪ known only to my heart. ♪
 ♪ Call back my rose, rose of San Antone. ♪
 ♪ Lips so sweet and tender ♪
 ♪ like petals falling apart. ♪
 ♪ speak once again... ♪
 Charlie, the kids are sleeping.
 ♪ My own. ♪
 ♪ Broken song, empty words I know... ♪
 [volume decreasing]
 ♪ Still live in my heart... ♪
 Good night.
 ♪ All alone. ♪
 ♪ For that moonlit pass by the Alamo... ♪ ♪
 [knocking at door]
 Just relax now. Just a moment.
 Forceps, please.
 Very good.
 That's fine.
 That's very good.
 Fine, fine.
 Just as we expected.
 It's healing nicely.
 Is it that bad?
 It's not that bad, honey.
 Let me look. It's just the stitches.
 Well, now, when the stitches come out,
 the scars will heal very quickly.
 [exhaling deeply]
 So this is what I got to deal with, huh?
 Okay.
 Well, you cut your suit to fit your cloth.
 [laughing]
 Of course, later you can have plastic surgery if you want.
 [laughing]
 Hell, yes, I want plastic surgery.
 I want all I can get.
Maybe you can make me look like Grace Kelly.
 (Willy Nelson) ♪ Crazy. ♪
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ Crazy for feeling so lonely. ♪
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ I'm crazy... ♪ ♪
 Cut it.
 Cut it, please.
 Mr. Bradley, I don't care how many times you play that.
 I can't sing this man's songs.
 I don't know how to sing like that.
 Nobody wants you to.
 You can take it away from him.
 Yeah, the hell with the demo.
 Steal the son of a bitch.
 I don't understand why everything has to be
 so goddamn hard, huh?
 How am I supposed to do this now?
 Just like you always do, Patsy.
 Your way.
 Let the song tell the story.
 [Crazy playing]
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ Crazy, ♪
 ♪ I'm crazy for feeling so lonely. ♪
 ♪ I'm crazy... ♪
 I think that's a good tempo.
 Let's try it that way.
 Somebody bring me a beer.
 Will somebody bring the lady a beer?
 Please.
 Then we'll go for a take.
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ Wonderin' ♪
 ♪ what in the world did I do-o? ♪
 ♪ Oh, crazy ♪
 ♪ for thinking that my love could hold you. ♪
 ♪ I'm crazy for trying ♪
 ♪ and crazy for crying, ♪
 ♪ and I'm crazy for loving you. ♪
 (chorus) ♪ Aaah. ♪
 (Patsy) ♪ Crazy ♪
♪ for thinking that my love could hold you. ♪
 ♪ O-ooh. ♪
 ♪ I'm crazy for trying ♪
 ♪ and crazy for crying, ♪
 ♪ and I'm crazy for loving you. ♪ ♪
 ♪ ♪
 Ooh, God, honey, I hope you like it.
 It's so pretty.
 There, there it is.
 See that white one up there with the columns?
 [laughing]
 Ain't it the truth?
 [laughing]
 I fell in love with it the minute I saw it.
 You know what I like?
 Just a real pale, pale blue carpet.
 Maybe a couple of divans,
 make kind of a conversation area, you know?
 [laughing]
 Hey, honey.
 Look at this.
 We got a dishwasher.
 And an oven built right into the wall.
 I want to check a roast.
 All I have to do is open the door like this.
 No more bending over.
 Queen of Sheba.
 [giggling]
 So you already bought it?
 Well, I paid down on it.
 Why didn't you tell me?
 I wanted to surprise you.
 You surprised me.
Well, Randy says the best thing we can do with our money now
 is put it in bricks and mortar.
 [plane engine buzzing]
 Oh, my Lord, that show went on forever last night,
 and every minute of it shows in my face today.
 Hmm.
 I'm glad we saved Crazy till the end.
 I think it made a great encore, don't you?
 You love Charlie?
 What?
 ?
 Oh, God.
 I couldn't get along without Charlie.
 How's that song go?
"He may have been a headache, but he never was a bore"?
 That's Charlie.
 Is that an answer?
 I think Charlie and I deserve each other.
 (Randy) Looks like Charlie might be throwing you a little party.
 (Patsy) Sure does.
 (Randy) Take care.
 I'll see you at the session.
 All right.
And try and get a little sleep between now and Friday.
 Nighty-night.
 Good night.
 [slow country music playing]
 [woman giggling]
 ♪ ♪
 Mm!
 Miss Patsy Cline!
 In person.
 (Charlie) Hey, honey!
 Look who's home.
 I didn't think you'd be home so early.
 We're having a party.
 I see that.
 Did you see my new car out there?
 I bought me an old clunker for $75
 to driving in a demo derby tomorrow night.
 Mmm. How are you?
 I think you know most everybody.
 This here's, uh...
 [snaps fingers] Cindy.
 Hi, there.
John and Sal, you know, from work.
 Hi.
 That there's, uh...
 [laughing]
 I don't know who that is.
This is Skip Catmill. He sold me that car.
 Ma'am, I'm glad to meet you.
 Nice to meet you.
 Think I'm going to get myself a beer.
 How'd it go tonight, babe?
 All right.
 This your date, Otis?
 Yeah, God damn it. Lucky man.
(Charlie) Help yourself to food in there, honey.
 We bought a whole bunch of Chinese.
 Now, let's us dance one, Miss Patsy.
 Come on now. Don't be such a old wet blanket!
 Come.
 ♪ ♪
 Oh, no fair.
 Now you've got to wait for the next one.
 I'm going to bed.
I'm so tired, I'm feel ready to faint.
 That girl I was dancing with,
 she goes with a guy from the derby.
 Well, obviously, you got me mixed up
 with someone who gives a shit.
 Come on. There you go.
 That's Goldilocks, huh?
 Goldilocks and the three bears.
 Take your book.
 Whoa! That's my big boy.
 Ooh, you are the most beautiful little boy.
 Here we go.
 There you go.
 Oh, oh. [giggling]
 Fell right on your butt.
 Here, take your bottle.
 Hey, kiddo.
 I hope you're all rested up,
 because Otis wants us to go out
 after the demo derby tonight.
 Oh, darling, I'm so tired,
 I feel like I'm walking on stumps.
 I got to sing out there tonight.
 I really don't feel like walking off the stage
 and taking a busman's holiday.
 What the hell's a busman's holiday?
 Well, you know, I mean, guy drives a bus.
 He doesn't want to take a bus ride for his vacation.
 Oh, hell, it's too hard to explain.
 I understood it.
 Yeah?
 You gettin' awful goddamn fancy all of a sudden.
 Yeah?
 [sighs]
 [Crazy playing on radio]
 ♪ ♪
 Here comes another paycheck for Charlie.
 [chuckling]
 ♪ Cuh-razy! ♪
 ♪ I'm crazy for feeling so lonely. ♪
 [mock sobbing]
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ I'm crazy... ♪
 [both men] ♪ Crazy for feeling so blue. ♪ ♪
 [mock sobbing]
 Well, you didn't finish that.
 "And the cow jumping"...
 "Over the moon."
 And... and...
 "The three little bears"...
 "Sitting in the chairs."
 Better start getting ready!
 Oh, we got time.
 Not that much!
 "And a pair of mittens."
 Well, you're not dressed yet.
 Well, I get dressed faster than you.
 (Patsy) No, you don't.
 White.
 What?
 White.
 What are you talking about, Charlie?
 I want to see if you say, "Black."
 "The quiet old lady who was whispering, 'Hush.'"
 ♪ Blue moon of Kentucky keep on a-shinin'. ♪
 [saxophone trill]
 ♪ Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue. ♪
 ♪ ♪
 [car engine noise]
 [metal crunching]
 [yelling]
 ♪ Love said good-bye. ♪
 ♪ I said blue moon of Kentucky, ♪
 ♪ keep on a-shinin'. ♪
 [saxophone trill]
 Yahoo!
 ♪ The stars shining bright, ♪
 ♪ whispered on high. ♪
 ♪ Love said good-bye. ♪
 ♪ I said, blue moon... ♪ ♪
 Come on, baby. Treat me right.
 [tires screeching]
 [metal crunching and tires squealing]
 I'm going to get you!
 All right, baby, baby, you been good to me.
 [yelling]
 What happened?
 That wasn't supposed to happen.
 [cheers and jeers]
 (man) ♪ As one by one, the stars appear. ♪
 ♪ I'll hold you oh, so close, my dear. ♪
 ♪ ♪
 I was looking for you.
 Hell, haven't been hiding nowhere.
 Want to dance?
 (Charlie) Yeah, later!
 You should have seen Charlie in that derby.
 His old clunker's still burning out there.
 Hey, why don't you go take a busman's holiday?
 Go sing another song.
(man ♪1) ♪ Can't you see that tonight... ♪ ♪
 (man ♪2) ♪ You told me that you'd love me ♪
 ♪ and always would be true. ♪
 ♪ But now you've gone and left me, baby. ♪
 ♪ Baby, come back, baby. ♪
 ♪ Oh, come back, baby. ♪
 Sit down. Go on.
 Have a seat, baby.
 (man) ♪ You told me that you'd love me ♪
 ♪ and always would be true. ♪
 ♪ But now you've gone and left me, baby. ♪
 ♪ Makes me feel so blue. ♪
 ♪ Come back, baby, come back. ♪
 ♪ Oh, come back, baby. ♪
 (Otis) Baby, let's dance.
 (man) ♪ Oh, baby, baby. ♪
 [laughing]
 (man) ♪ Oh, baby, baby. ♪
 [laughing]
 (man) ♪ Oh, come back, baby. ♪
 (Otis) Got any money?
 Man, I'm gettin' thirsty.
 How about you, Otis?
 [laughter]
 (man) ♪ Come back, baby, come. ♪
 ♪ Oh, come back, baby. ♪
 Hey!
(man) ♪ Oh, come back, baby. ♪
 ♪ Oh, baby, baby, baby. ♪
 ♪ Oh, come back, baby. ♪
 I'll be right back.
 You want to leave or what?
 Hey, you.
 Bitch.
 What the hell do you think you're doing?
 Same question back to you.
 I was just talking to her.
 Yeah, well, me too, buster.
 I'm just talking to them.
 How old is she anyhow?
 Well, she said she's 24.
 [laughing]
Ask her how old she is counting the years
 she went barefoot on the farm.
 God, you got a mean mouth.
I'd like to pull that tongue of yours out
 with a pair of pliers.
 Real interesting, but I'm taking a pee.
 And I'm warning you!
You just set your ass down at my table; you hear me?
 [growling]
 Don't you warn me!
 You spend the whole goddamn evening rubbing up
 against some tramp with a ball on her neck.
 I'll do whatever I damn please.
 Oh, you will, will you?
 Yeah, I'll walk out of here
 with the first guy I lay my eyes on.
 I'd like to see you try it.
 Yeah, well, you just watch me.
 [engine revving]
 (Patsy) This is it right over here.
 The day I get Patsy Cline on the back of my cycle,
 and all she wants is a cup of coffee and a ride home.
 You're a real gent.
 Just my luck.
 Thanks a lot.
 No problem.
 [motorcycle engine noise]
 Well, the slut's home.
 I'm home to see the pig.
 Where's that guy?
 Had him left me off about a block away.
 We just talked.
 You're a whore.
 Oh, Charlie, let's not call each other names.
 That don't do no good.
 We still got to wake up tomorrow
 and look each other in the face.
 Yeah, well, I ain't having no more nights
 when my wife goes off with another man.
 Hey, don't you tell me what you will or will not have.
 I looked at you tonight, and I thought,
 "God help you, Patsy.
 "No matter how hard you try to make things right;
 Old good-time Charlie just keeps dragging you back down!"
 Don't you whine about me!
 Where are you when the kids want
 their oatmeal in the morning?
Where are you when Julie pukes in bed at night?
 You sure as hell ain't here!
 Oh, you just lie!
 You've never changed a shitty diaper in your life
 between Mama and Madrine and me!
 That's right! I'm not here!
 I'm out singing in every shithouse
 between here and Kansas City,
 so you can wear $30 silk shirts!
 Oh, yeah, well, take the goddamn thing!
 Take it!
 You lay down for that guy tonight?
 Don't ask.
 I'm asking, slut.
 Yes, I did! I did!
 And it was great.
 It was so great.
 It was wonderful.
It was better than it's ever been with you.
 We're going to get married, Mr. Motorcycle Man and me.
 slap! [groaning]
 Charlie, stop it!
 Get up!
 [screaming]
 Stop it!
 Stop! No!
 Charlie!
 God damn it!
 [screaming]
 Shut up!
 (Julie) Mama?
 [breathing hard]
 (Patsy) Oh, God, baby, go back to bed.
 [sobbing]
 (man) Yes, this is unit 15 at Church and 17th,
 regarding that family disturbance.
 Unit 7 seems to have that mter in h.
 Trade me a knife for one of them cigarettes?
 What are you in here for, boy?
 Had an argument with my wife.
 [chuckling]
 Me, I fell asleep in a doorway.
 Put them right there.
 You can have one whenever you want it.
 Thank you. Appreciate it.
 You look like you've got
 the whole world on your shoulders.
 Look, you give me a cigarette.
 All these questions go with it,
 you can have the damn thing back.
 I just thought we'd pass the time.
 [wrapper crinkling]
 Go ahead and take it.
 You only got one in here.
 It's all right.
 I smoke too much anyway.
 Thank you.
 You sleep light, don't you?
 Just like my old man.
 He smoked Camels too.
 He started when he was nine years old.
 There he was, he used to tell me.
 Nine years old, in the fourth grade,
 still wearing knickers.
 Get up in the morning.
 First thing he'd do:
 have a cup of coffee and a cigarette
 right at the breakfast table, big as you please.
 [chuckling]
 He was a piss cutter, my old man was.
 He@Blways could make me laugh.
 I never knew who my daddy .
 I don't think Mama did either.
 My daddy's six feet tall.
 And six feet tall is big.
 He had this real high tenor voice.
 He'd walk halfway around the block on his hands.
 One morning, I was getting ready for school,
 and my daddy stayed home from work.
 He was sitting at the kitchen table, smoking Camels,
 one right after another.
 He was just eating 'em.
 I went to get some corn flakes out of the cupboard,
 and I heard this noise.
 I thought the whole goddamn house was falling down.
 I turned around.
 He shot hisself in the head.
 Sweet Jesus.
 I went and sat on my bed for five days.
 Wouldn't talk to nobody.
 Wouldn't go to his funeral.
 On that fifth day, I got up, went out the door,
 and I never looked back.
 Just keep on moving.
 Know what I mean?
 Just keep on moving.
 I just can't seem to find anything in my life
 to hold on to anymore.
 It's like everything is falling down around me.
 [laughs humorlessly]
 I keep saying to myself,
 "I don't have to lead that trashy dog's life
 "that my daddy led my mama.
 "I can make things different.
 I can make it right."
 And look at me.
 Here I am, my face all busted up,
 calling the cops in the middle of the night,
 and my kids saw it all.
 Oh, Lord, Mama, I don't know what to do anymore.
 I don't know whether to divorce him or not.
 All I know is, I can't keep him
 out of the house like this forever.
 Well, this is your baby.
 You have to rock it.
 Oh, hell, Mama, I'm not asking for your goddamn eyeteeth.
 I was just asking for your opinion.
 [phone ringing]
 You talking to your mama.
 You keep a civil tongue in your head.
 Yeah?
[Randy on phone] Patsy, there's a show...
 (Patsy) Oh, no, Randy, not a big show.
 (Randy) Nothing I can do about it.
 Sorry.
 All right.
 Christ on the cross, I don't believe it.
 I got recording sessions starting Friday.
 Now I got to go to Kansas City to do a benefit
 for that disc jockey that died last month.
 Oh, honey, tell them you just plum wore out.
 [children yelling]
 I'm sorry I snapped at you.
 Well, if that's the worst thing that ever happens to me.
 You still like me?
 Now and then.
 You love me?
 Sometimes.
 [laughs]
 Oh, Mama, tell me what to do with my life.
 ♪ I've got your picture ♪
 ♪ that you gave to me. ♪
 ♪ And it's signed with love ♪
 ♪ just like it used to be. ♪
 [music stops abruptly]
 Hey, whoa.
 Charlie, where you going?
 I'm going to talk to my wife.
Now, you just hold on a second.
 Hey.
 What do you want, Charlie?
 I want to talk to you.
 It's all right, Randy.
 (man) All right, everybody, take five.
 Kill Patsy's mike.
 Oh, God, Charlie, don't.
 I'm sorry.
 I did wrong.
 I will never raise a hand to you again.
 I swear it.
 I know you're thinking of leaving me.
 I swear to God, I don't think I could take it.
 I don't know, Charlie.
 Can't we try and make it right again?
 If you want a definite answer right this minute,
 the answer is, "No."
 I just don't know if I can live with you anymore.
 [exhales deeply]
 [Sweet Dreams playing]
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ Sweet dreams of you, ♪
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ every night, I go through. ♪
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ Why can't I forget you ♪
 ♪ and start my life anew, ♪
 ♪ instead of having sweet dreams about you? ♪
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ You don't love me; it's plain. ♪
 ♪ I should know I'll never wear your ring. ♪
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ I should hate you ♪
 ♪ the whole night through ♪
 ♪ instead of having sweet dreams about you. ♪
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ Sweet dreams of you, ♪
 ♪ things I know ♪
 ♪ can't come true. ♪
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ Why can't I forget the past, ♪
 ♪ start loving someone new, ♪
 ♪ instead of having sweet dreams about you? ♪ ♪
 ♪ ♪
 [cheers and applause]
 Thank you.
 [roaring cheers and whistles]
 Hey, Toby, I got to take a pee!
 Howdy, Pretty Boy Floyd.
 [mock gun noises]
 How are you?
 How's it going, Jimmy?
Hey, Toby, get this boy... He's been on bread and water.
 Give me a drink.
 I've been in the jail, in the slammer.
 You drink any more of this, you're going to wish
 you was dead when you wake up.
 Hey, Charlie, where was it you left your ball and chain?
 Hey, Stoney, take a walk. In my room.
 In my private room in the prison.
 Look, Charlie, after you finish this up,
 let's get out of here,
 and let's go find us a couple of girlies.
 That's one thing in this world I do not need.
 I got that already.
 Hey, everybody.
 Now, can everybody hear me?
 (man) Yeah!
 I got me a wife.
 And she is hard to handle.
 And she as contrary as a hog on ice!
 [laughter]
 That ain't half the hell of it.
 Yah! I got it.
 See, most of you guys got no idea what it's like
 to be rubbing up against something that dangerous.
 [laughter]
 [applause]
 Yeah, that's what I like about the South.
 [all cheering]
 [rain splattering]
 Mama?
[Hilda on phone] Hi, honey.
 Hi.
 Oh, Mama, we're still at the airport.
 Weather bad?
Yeah, well, we've spent the whole damn night here.
 But the first spot of good weather we have,
 we're going to take off.
 Okay, take care.
 Yeah, how are my babies?
 Just fine.
Charlie came by the house with two quarts of ice cream.
 He did?
 He said he missed seeing them.
 Oh, I knew he couldn't stay away.
 Yeah, well, he hadn't had a thing to drink.
 Good as gold.
 [laughing]
 Hell, Charlie's always good,
 except when he isn't.
 Yeah, well, now, you just hurry home.
 Will you give those babies sugar for me, Mama?
 Of course I will.
 Whoo!
 Hoo, let's go.
Hot dog, this beats the hell out of driving.
 [laughing]
 Let's go now.
Let's get the show on the road!
 [cargo rattling]
 [creaking and clattering]
 Well, gang, looks like we might be in for a little fun.
 It's just a little turbulence.
 [engine sputtering]
 Right tank's empty.
 Switching over.
 [engine sputtering]
 [engine failing]
 (man ♪1) Oh, boy.
(Patsy) Randy, what the hell's going on?
 What's the matter with this thing?
 I got to drop the nose. Hold on.
 (man ♪2) Kick it over, Randy!
 [propeller whistling]
 Come on, baby.
 Come on!
(man ♪1) Come on; catch on!
 Come on, baby.
 Come on!
 [whistling and engine cranking]
 It started.
 Oh, Lord, thank you!
 Yeah!
 Whoo, that a boy, Ra.
 Whoo-whoo!
 [all laughing]
 I almost peed in my pants.
 I think I did pee in mine.
 [all laughing]
 (man ♪1) Oh, my God!
 Oh!
 Charlie.
 [thunderous explosion]
 [wind whistling]
 [bells pealing]
 [somber music]
 ♪ ♪
 Charlie, you can't work and take care of two babies.
 Charlie, look at me.
 I'll take the kids with me for a while.
 I'll be good to them.
 I know it.
 [sighs]
 [sniffling]
 I know it.
 [sighs deeply]
 [sobbing]
 [Crazy playing]
 ♪ ♪
 (Patsy) ♪ Crazy, ♪
 ♪ I'm crazy for feeling so lonely. ♪
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ I'm crazy, ♪
 ♪ crazy for feeling so blue. ♪
 ♪ I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted. ♪
 ♪ ♪
 ♪ And then some day, ♪
♪ you'd leave me for somebody new. ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Worry. ♪
♪ Why do I let myself worry? ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Wonderin' ♪
♪ what in the world did I do? ♪
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 Captioning by CaptionMax www.captionmax.com
 ♪ That my love could hold you. ♪
 ♪ I'm crazy for trying ♪
 ♪ and crazy for crying, ♪
 ♪ and I'm crazy for loving you. ♪
 ♪ Crazy, ♪
 ♪ for thinking that my love could hold you. ♪
 ♪ I'm crazy for trying ♪
 ♪ and crazy for crying, ♪
 ♪ and I'm crazy for loving you. ♪ ♪
 ♪ Sweet dreams of you ♪
 ♪ every night, I go through. ♪
 ♪ Why can't I forget you ♪
 ♪ and start my life anew, ♪
 ♪ instead of having sweet dreams about you? ♪
 ♪ You don't love me; it's plain. ♪
 ♪ I should know I'll never wear your ring. ♪
 ♪ I should hate you ♪
 ♪ the whole night through ♪
 ♪ instead of having sweet dreams about you. ♪
 ♪ Sweet dreams of you, ♪
 ♪ things I know ♪
 ♪ can't come true. ♪
 ♪ Why can't I forget the past, ♪
 ♪ start loving someone new, ♪
 ♪ instead of having sweet dreams about you? ♪ ♪