Hi, guys.
- Oh, my gosh. - Oh, Lord have mercy.
All I can think is that you want to kill my love for you.
Oh, George.
What in the hell'd you do?
This thing that makes you a hero to them,
the drinking, it shames me.
The only reason I'm not dead is 'cause you love me.
There's no way on God's green Earth
that you should be treated this way.
Divorcing Jones would break me.
We had to pump her stomach.
I don't know if you meant to or not.
But a world without Tammy Wynette...
... not a world I want to live in.
It's over for me.
No girl singer survives that.
I was named the First Lady of Country Music
by Billy Sherrill.
I walked into his office, and he said,
"Tammy, you know you're the First Lady?"
I said, "First Lady of what?"
He said, "You're the first lady of country music
to sell a million albums."
Stand by your man
Tammy Wynette is no longer standing by any man.
She's standing on her own two feet.
In fact, she's jumping on them.
Welcome to First Lady Acres,
where it's a 24-hour hen party
for Tammy and her four daughters.
With over 30 rooms,
the style is both comfortable and elegant.
Most impressive, though, are the hallways
lined with awards.
Tammy spends months out of every year on the road.
So, when she comes home, she relaxes here.
You've been linked to some really exciting men...
Rudy Gatlin, New England Patriot Tommy Neville,
Burt Reynolds.
- I don't kiss and tell. - Mm.
Well, all your fans want to know one thing.
Mm. Here it comes.
- Do you ever miss George Jones? - Oh.
I don't worry about the things that he does,
and he doesn't worry about the things that I do.
But I'll never get George Jones out of my life.
He'll always be a part of my life,
a very special part of my life.
I don't want to get him out of my life completely
because he's Georgette's father.
- Mm. - He was... he was my idol.
He still is.
Uh, we may not live together, but he can still make me cry
just listening to him sing.
But it's a very special relationship.
Gone are the days...
Little visit from the Tooth Fairy.
Showtime, Jones.
George, I don't want any of that in this house now.
Charlene, the duck's back!
Tell him we got chicken.
George, you gotta put the bottle down
you wanna come inside.
I'll just get it on my way out. Come on.
Charlene, I think he's gonna need some more.
- Oh, I know. - Mmm.
This is a real nice place you got here.
But have you given thought
about adding some fuchsia touches?
Nothing drastic, just a little accent here and there?
Hmm.
Did I tell you how I went to visit Lefty Frizzell
- right before he died? - You did not.
No, you never told me that story.
He went from owning a twin-engine jet plane
to being locked in a basement by his wife,
living on a diet of vodka.
He was my hero.
I didn't know what to say to him.
He didn't know what to say to me, either.
You know what it feels like to be alone, really alone?
Not since I found the Lord, I don't.
- Yeah. - I don't, George.
- And I never will. - Yeah.
I never pegged Jesus to peg you.
- Well, He loves the sinner above all. - Mm-hmm.
I mess up everything good in my life.
Damn, I build something up, something beautiful,
and I...
get a place to be in the world and find a woman...
... the best woman to share it with...
... and I just tear it all down again.
Well, your foundation...
was built on sin.
You know, George, you and me,
we pulled a lot of drunks.
You know it.
And I don't think one of them went by without you screaming
that he was after you.
"He's after me. He's after me."
There's gonna be a day of reckoning.
- It's in the book. - Hmm.
Can I pray over you, George?
If it'll make you feel better, Little Jesus.
Dear Heavenly Father,
George Glenn Jones is a sinner.
He is a drunk.
He has abandoned his children.
He let down
just about every person he's ever loved
or who's loved him.
But his heart is pure.
Bring him home, oh, Lord. In Jesus' name, amen.
No.
It ain't gonna... it ain't gonna work.
He don't want me.
- He wants you. - He could have had me by now.
He just don't want me.
He just don't want...
He just don't want me. That's all.
There were no guarantees
that surgery would be the end to your pains.
I did everything I was supposed to.
This was always a possibility.
When your schedule allows,
I'll get you in for another surgery.
Oh, honey, I already had six.
I know your sort of scar tissue has a mind of its own.
Mm-hmm.
What am I supposed to do until then?
I'd only do this for you.
Keep this between us.
I'll show you how to administer the injection.
I can hear the rains
- Falling softly - Mm.
As I watch him lying
- Next to me - Wow.
That's pretty.
I like how it goes up like that.
I can feel his heart
Is beating softly
He just loved me
So tenderly
But it should be
- You and me - Oh.
That's... that's really pretty. I like this.
- Take the next verse. - Okay.
- I got you. - Thank you, Richey.
- I started as an embalmer. - Oh.
I couldn't bring myself to do it myself.
It's from the doctor.
You don't have to explain yourself to me.
It's all right.
- There you go. - Mmm.
Mmm.
We knew somehow we'd make it
Together me and you
Are you real?
Why wouldn't I be?
Well, I've been seeing you sometimes
when you ain't there.
Yeah, I guess that can happen
- when you're doing what you're doing. - Yeah.
I'll never get my head wrapped around...
everybody knows about all your terrible business,
but nobody seems to mind.
Except you, angel.
Well, I'm worried about you.
- I'm all right. - Yeah?
I got stars coming in and out of here helping me out.
It keeps me off the road, which I hate...
- Mm-hmm. - ... as you well know.
You moved into a bar.
You don't even know where you're standing, do ya?
Oh, something special here?
I did it right in front of his face!
- And then I said... - Yeah.
- ... "He ain't giving her back." - Mm-hmm.
Is this a wise investment?
Well, we're making money hand over fist.
Mm. Where is it?
Peanutt's saving me, so...
I'm on the upswing currently.
Oh, Peanutt's your savior.
- Yeah. - That's rich.
Him and Charlene are living clean.
Well, good for them.
And he told me that the Lord
would send me a sign of His favor, and...
here you are.
Don't you flirt with me.
You're just lonely.
Loneliness makes people do stupid things.
- Mm. - Billy called me.
He, uh... well, we worked up some real good songs
about love gone wrong.
I want to cut them with you and then tour them.
You okay?
Sorry, old habit... one of many.
This is business.
It's an opportunity for you to get back to normal.
You... you can see your daughter.
She really needs you.
Why should we let divorce ruin a perfectly good partnership?
- Daddy? - Hmm. Oh, hey, baby.
You gonna sing pretty for me?
Oh, sweetheart, you know I am. Yeah.
Okay, let's go for it.
George is gonna need to rehearse one.
- Mm-mm. I know what I'm doing. - Okay.
Lou, put a little reverb on Tammy's mic.
- Richey? - Yeah?
- This is my session. - Oh.
Tammy's asked me to have more of a managerial presence, so...
Let's go for a take.
You need to call the police next time this happens.
I just don't want it to be public.
I call the police. They call the press.
Then everybody's in my business.
All right, I understand.
I think it's just a fan who's upset
that I'm no longer with Jones, that's all.
Well, then I'll buy you a gun.
I'll feel a heck of a lot better sleeping...
- Oh, I don't like guns. - You need protection.
You can't stay here alone.
This is some helter-skelter stuff here.
The girls aren't safe.
Well, can you stay here, then?
What? What's wrong?
I have been so patient.
Tammy... I want it to be you and me.
It is you and me, Richey, and Sheila.
And Nan and Jan and the boys in the band
and Billy and... Jones...
... and the girls. It's all of us.
Marry me.
What?
- Come on. - I should go.
Wait. Richey. Richey, don't.
I'm sorry.
That feel good to you, sugar?
That's all I want for you.
You don't gotta hurt.
- Okay. - Feeling nothing.
Is there anything better than that?
... ever again.
All right, I need everyone to give Miss Wynette to her room.
Keep an arm's-length distance.
Oh, Richey, these are really nice people.
It's gonna be okay.
Do you think ever maybe your songs are bad for us?
You okay, honey?
That we can only be worth something if we have a man,
even a terrible man?
They're just pretty love songs.
I wouldn't think too hard on it.
- Richey? - Thank you.
Tammy, wait, please.
Whoo.
- Tammy. - Hey.
Uh, Georgette, you want to go see your daddy?
Come on. Would you help Georgette find Jones?
This isn't a place for you.
- Come on. - Thank you so much.
What's going on?
- I want you to know I don't blame you. - Oh, Sheila...
... whatever you...
No, whatever you think is happening
between me and Richey isn't.
- Yes, it is. - No, it's...
Oh.
The whole world falls in love with Tammy Wynette.
I did.
But free love isn't free. It costs someone something.
- I... I understand that. - Mm-hmm.
Aren't you gonna say you're sorry?
Yes, of course, I'm sorry. Of course.
You're not used to having to say that.
You're usually the perfect one.
I love you, Sheila.
And, uh...
I hope you could still love me.
I can't not love Tammy Wynette.
Oh, honey.
I'm, uh... I'm gonna need you...
I'm gonna need all of you to just, you know...
... just keep this between us.
I... I know that's a lot for me to ask right...
I know.
No, we wouldn't want anyone to think anything bad about you.
- That's not... that's not what... - All right, come on, let's go.
You should l... listen to your husband.
- He's divorcing me. - No, he's not.
You're gonna work this out.
Right, Richey?
It's not professional,
bringing our personal matters here, so let's go.
Come on. Let's go.
Okay. All right.
Come on, Alfie.
Sorry for embarrassing you all.
You slept with Richey?
Why?
Georgette.
Oh, hey, baby. Hey.
- I think we need soda pop. - Yeah.
- We gonna need some soda pops. - Right.
Here we go.
Hey, sweetie. Where's your mama?
Mama told me to come find you.
- She did? - Yeah.
Okay. Well, uh, you just wait here one second.
I'll be right back, okay?
Just one... one... one second.
You be good, Jones. You be good and worthy.
- Good and worthy. - I'm too much sometimes. I am.
No, sugar, you're not too much.
Look...
- everything's gonna be okay. - Well...
I came to tell her something, but I...
I let my own feelings get in the way.
I want to go back and tell her.
I'll give her the message, promise.
I wanna tell her what kind of man you are.
I wanna tell her what you wrote on her house.
So I made both sweet and spicy.
- It's real good, Tammy. - You spoil me.
- Go on.
Jan, Nan, come on,
get up here before these boys inhale everything.
I'm good. You want anything, Nan?
Oh, no, thanks, Tam.
I... I had a Krystal Burger for lunch.
All right.
Here, this one's the sweet.
Ooh, thank you so much.
- Mm-hmm. - It looks exquisite.
- Yeah, try the other one. - Thank you.
... face may be seen
Nothing preventing
The least of his favor
Keep the way clear
Let nothing between
Nothing between
E'en many hard trials
Though the whole world
Against me convene
Watching with prayer
And much self-denial
I'll triumph at last
There's nothing between
You sing so pretty. Mm.
Oh, thanks, Richey.
Probably should show Jones how to do this.
Can't do it for yourself, it's not really a friend's place.
Oh, no. You can't... you can't tell anyone about this.
And George... please don't tell George.
He's doing so well, Richey. I... I don't want to mess it up.
You're not leaving me
with much of a choice here, sugar.
I am offering you stability... protection.
Hell, I'm the one who's always there.
I'm not doing this again. You understand?
- No, don't say that. - You're humiliating me.
Say yes.
Have a good show, George.
You know anyone that can fix this up?
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.
George Jones is here before you today
as one testifying to a life changed in Christ.
Well, I'm no preacher. Testify elsewhere.
Can I come home now?
George.
You gonna love me when I'm old?
Hey. Have a good show, shug.
Oh, you ain't the sweetest thing?
Will you put those on the counter?
I come bearing gifts to you, too.
Tell me that ain't more money
than you've made in the last six years.
Hey, can you, uh, clean up my neck, hon, hmm?
Hey, I got stuff I need to say.
Give me a few minutes with Jones.
Oh, I got some stuff I could say, too.
Oh, hey, you got...
you got water dripping all over your shirt, friend.
Who's this SOB think he is?
Don't get worked up. Don't.
I set up this whole album and tour.
I write you a big old check. And I get called an SOB?
Isn't that fine thank-you and "how are you"?
Neither of you get worked up.
Have you told him?
Richey, it's... it's just... it's not the time.
When... when is the right time?
Why are you all talking around me like I ain't here?
I hate that.
- Tammy's gonna do me a great honor. - Richey.
We thought we'd tell you first,
seeing as you've been so tenderhearted.
Hate to have you read about it in the press.
That wouldn't be fair, now, would it, Tammy,
to have George here read about your personal business
in the papers and hear about it on the TV and such?
No... Richey, that wouldn't be fair.
Oh, mm-mm.
You marrying him?
- Hmm? - He does stuff for me...
stuff that I... I wouldn't expect you to understand.
Well, you best tell me about it so I do understand.
Well, you don't get to know everything about me.
Well, I know one thing. I know you love me.
- We sing together. - Oh, yeah?
What's the difference?
It's my decision. I need your support.
You're just breaking stuff for fun.
How's that feel? Hmm?
How's it feel to have someone just rip up your whole world
- and not give you any say in the matter? - All right.
Let's all try to be grown-ups here.
George, Tammy's got a solo gig on the Coast tomorrow.
And she's got a plane to catch straight after the show.
You do 30 minutes if you can.
You call me on, and we'll do some duets.
And I'll stay on. I'll close out the show.
Good news is, you get out early,
so you to get up to whatever you get up to.
I'm opening for her?
Tammy is the attraction here.
Yeah, it sure seems like it.
Now, the race is on
And here comes pride up the backstretch
Heartache's going to the inside
My tears are pulling back
They're trying not to fall
My heart's out of the running
True love's scratched for another's sake
The race is on, and it looks like heartaches
And the winner loses all
He has been out there for two hours.
Tammy's gonna miss her plane.
- Here's a cig. - Thanks, honey.
Mm.
One day I ventured in love
Never once suspecting what the final results would be
There's ache and pain in my heart...
Somebody new came up to win her
And I came out in second place
Now the race is on
And here comes pride up the backstretch
Heartache's going to the inside
- Cut the lights. - What?
Now!
My heart is out of the running
True love's scratched for another's sake
The race is on, and it looks like heartache
And the winner loses all
All right, how about it?
Looks like we got a little bit of a... a situation.
Hey, Charlie, did you forget to pay the electric bill?
Hey, y'all... y'all can still hear me, right?
I'm George Jones.
I started out singing on a street corner.
- I don't need no spotlight to sing. - Mm-mm.
This next song is a new one
written by my soon-to-be husband-in-law,
- George Richey. - Kill his mic!
He's written a bunch of my songs.
Sound man's down there.
- They're all true. - God!
He had a front-row seat to a lot of hard times
that me and Tammy had.
And I guess me and Tammy having hard times
was real good for his wallet.
It seems like Nashville just couldn't keep
their nose out of it.
I guess our heartache was too tempting
for the poets to leave it be.
I've heard the sound
Of my dear old mama
Crying
And the sound of the train
That took me
Off to war
And the awful sound
Of a thousand bombs
Exploding
And I wondered if I could take it
Anymore
There were times when they almost
Drove me crazy
But I did my best
I took it like a man
But who would think in my lonely room
I'd hear it?
The one sound in the world
My heart can't stand
To hear that sound
And to know it's really over
Through tear-stained eyes
I watched her walk away
And of earthquakes
Storms and guns and more
Lord, nothing has ever hurt me
More than that lonely sound
The closing of...
... the door
Sorry you missed your plane, darlin'.
Go to hell, George.
I'll tell the devil you sent me.
What you doing, Possum?
What are you doing on the hood of your car in my driveway?
Where were you?
I've been at church, George, helping out.
He's been out there all night.
- Yeah, what's it to you? - All right, easy.
- Charlene, go inside the house. - Mm-mm.
- I'm staying right here. - Nobody's yelling at me on my own land.
Go inside the house.
Why are you here?
You want to talk? Why are you here?
I'm here to rip every little hair
out of your head, Little Jesus. You ready?
Proverbs says that wounds by a friend are to be trusted.
- Oh, really? - Yes.
- I'm your friend? - Yes, you are my friend.
You're touching me.
- I am. - Don't.
- I am. - Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Because I'm gonna pray with you right now,
right here outside.
- No, I'm not doing that. - Yes, I want you to...
Come on, just kneel down with me
- and pray with me, all right? Just let... - Hey. You listen to me.
There ain't nothing or nobody
in this world that's true.
Jesus Christ is true.
- Please just come down and pray. - Hey!
Who's going to save you now, Little Jesus?
What, you gonna shoot me, George?
You gonna shoot me? Mm-hmm.
Well, if my end is your beginning,
then so be it, George,
because you are my brother in the Lord.
He didn't mean to do that.
It's okay.
Richey's got this place crawling with troopers.
They're looking for George.
Peanutt put out a warrant.
- You don't have to do this. - Yeah, I do.
Mm-mm. I've seen you in love. This isn't it.
If I wasn't sad, there'd be nothing to sing about.
I don't like you talking like that.
- Then you can go. - Tammy.
You too. Just go. Come on.
Just give me some...
You girls need to go in there
and talk some sense into your mama.
She don't care what we think.
Look at what she's making us wear.
Don't you girls look pretty.
Jan says Mama said she decided she doesn't want
to marry you today.
- Did you, now? - Mm-hmm.
You don't look at her that way, you hear?
Ought to be careful,
representing other people's feelings, Jan.
Liable to cause some unintended hurt.
Tammy?
Mm.
- Sugar? Hey. - Oh, I'm not feeling...
Come on, hon. There you go.
A tremendous day for this most joyous occasion.
Tammy Wynette, you have brought
happiness to millions.
- Make that millions plus one. - Aww.
- Thank you for making me happy. - You're welcome.
Will you bless us with a song?
- Tammy. - I'm not singing.
Come on.
Mm-mm, I don't want to sing a sad song today.
It's okay. Here you go.
Okay. Here you go.
Ooh, you got it?
I don't want to sing a sad song.
- Okay, sing a happy one. - You boys don't mind, do you?
No. That's Tammy Wynette's band now.
- Aren't they handsome? - They are.
Yeah.
Ohh. Ooh.
Mm, this is a happy day.
I just haven't really been myself for the past few years.
Ever since I can remember, I've had pain...
operations to try and make it stop.
The only thing in the whole world...
... that makes me feel better is this man
standing right here next to me.
You make my pain go away, Daddy.
I wish my daddy were here...
...to see how everything turned out.
Oh, he died when I was just a...
Well, he didn't get to see me all grown up...
... and happy.
How come nobody's dancing?
Let's hear something nice from, uh, The Jones Boys.
Yeah?
Guys, let's go.
I'll just put the... put the microphone back.
Whoo-ooh!
Whoo!
Oh, yeah.
Ain't nothing perfect in this world.
Ain't that right, Deedoodle?