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Hey, darling. Darling, you didn't hear

what I was saying back there.

I was defending you.

You did a hell of a job on that song.

- Just forget about it.

- Baby.

Baby, it's a beautiful morning.

You look beautiful.

We're doing really swell.

Oh, have another drink, Hank.

We're doing sh*t.

Why'd you got to say that?

You know people like my singing?

They tell me that. But not you.

Every time you get a chance,

you squash me like a bug.

What are you talking about, a bug?

More like a damn queen bee.

I bring you up there.

I stand by your side.

- Yeah, holding your nose!

- Holding my nose? No.

Yeah, I'm sick of feeling bad,

Hank, I'm sick of it!

Hey, we've got a hit record,

in case you don't know.

We got a new house, and you got

a goddamned fur coat.

Oh, you think that makes up for

all the drunken whoring around

bullshit I take?

- It ought to make up for something!

- Well, it don't!

Not for a second does it make up

for crushing a person's dreams.

What?

Yeah, I'll tell you what,

'cause it's clear as hell right now.

You can take your hit record,

wrap it up in that fur coat

and you answer the phone

when my lawyer calls.

Oh, great.

He can call right f***ing now!

"Love each other."

"Hank, I'm opening my heart to you

because I love you like my own son.

"You and Audrey,

you surely love each other.

"But you both want to be the boss.

"Both of you have your pride.

"Pride is one of the most

destructive lies on Earth."

Say, how do I look?

Better than you did

when you came in, Mr. Williams.

Thank you, Miss Warwick.

I ain't coming in again.

I'm pleased to hear that.

- Don. How are ya?

- Pretty good.

- What, you brought me some candy?

- Yeah.

Thank you.

My darling valentine not with you, huh?

Well.

Winner and still champion.

"This day in April, 1948,

my husband, Hank Williams

"has a violent and ungovernable temper.

"He drinks a great deal,

and during the last month,

"he's been drunk most of the time.

"The past few months, he's been engaging

in the wildest extravagances

"and wasting the funds

which come into his hands."

I've been wasting the funds.

Audrey ran up a hell of a tab

at Lowry's Furniture.

The owner says he wants it all

by the end of this week.

Oh, does he now?

Well, you can tell that guy that every

month I put all my bills in a hat

and then I draw one out

and that's the one I pay.

And if he presses me up again

I ain't even gonna put

his damn bill in the hat.

All right.

The house is a push, essentially,

but you're out from under it.

And, well, here's the deposit.

$2,250, in cash.

It's all just a bunch of papers,

some green and some bloody.

I don't see what the problem is

or why it's taking so long or maybe...

You talkin' to that divorcing b*tch?

Look, it's the Opry, Fred.

That's what I want.

I always wanted it.

Yeah, I get it, I get it.

But it's not in the cards.

Okay, I'm talking to those boys down there,

but we're gonna have to prove ourselves.

And not just musically, frankly,

but with reliability.

Wel I, the hel I with them then.

They can go screw themselves

if they think they're better 'n me.

That's right. They can kiss your ass.

I'm not the enemy, Hank.

Now, I got things just about set up

with the Hayride

down at Shreveport on KWKH.

- Okay.

- Okay?

Yeah, for the time being, yeah.

All right, good.

How's the family? How's Audrey?

- She's... She's just fine.

- Good.

She's a demon, that's what she is.

Women can be vengeful

when they're not on your side.

Don't you worry, Fred. She's on my side.

She's on her own damn side.

We'll get to Nashville, son.

- Crecia, why don't you come back inside?

- Okay, Mommy.

I'll be in in a sec.

Audrey.

Hank.

I'm goin' to Shreveport for the Hayride.

I want you to come with me.

Did you get the papers?

Yep.

You get the house money?

Uh-huh.

Come on, Auds.

You're always, "Come on."

We're about divorced,

in case you didn't know.

It's too hard, this divorce thing.

Well, you should've thought about that

a long time ago.

Yeah, I probably should have.

I couldn't see that far.

I couldn't see that, uh,

fighting with you

was better than being apart.

People do divorce all the time.

Trust me, you can do it.

I know.

But, uh,

I married the right woman

for a man like me,

and I ain't ready to say goodbye.

I don't exactly know what that means.

I need you with me, is what it means.

Besides, don't I look good?

Mmm-hmm.

You look okay.

I look okay.

Is Lillie goin'?

Uh-uh.

You think

you could treat me right, then?

Quit drinkin'?

Yes, I do.

But you can't.

I can try.

Come with me, Audrey.

I'm afraid to.

I love you.

Yeah.

You gonna quit fighting me

about singing together?

Well, yeah. Yes, I am.

You mean it.

I mean it.

Hey.

Mornin', darlin'.

How'd the road go?

You all right?

I'm pretty beat.

I'm sorry I woke you.

You didn't.

I haven't been sleeping worth a damn.

I know about that.

Nah, I haven't.

Mmm.

Hmm.

Hank.

Hmm.

- You listening?

- Hmm.

Um, kinda.

I'm driftin' off, though.

Well, I was gonna tell you somethin'.

Hmm.

You hearing me?

Hmm.

You're gonna be a daddy.

Hmm.

Audrey Mae.

My God. We're gonna have a baby?

Mmm-hmm.

- Really?

- Really.

I can't tell.

Well, you will.

- Oh, Audrey, I love you.

- And I love you.

This is gonna be great.

It's gonna be great!

You know, he's gonna have a real dad.

Yeah.

No, not like I had. Not like it was for me.

He's gonna have family.

Well, how do you know it's a boy?

Well, whatever it is,

he's gonna have a real family.

Fred wants me to head up Cincinnati

for a session.

Yeah, when?

Next week.

I'm good.

Look, thing is,

uh, Fred wants me to try out

some other boys to back me up on this one.

What the hell...

What'd you tell the man?

His call.

I don't like that much.

Well, I didn't figure you would,

but, uh, that's the way it's gotta be.

Well, maybe you don't need us at all.

Look, it don't mean nothin'.

It's just that Red Foley's band's

already up there

and Fred wants a record right away.

I see. It don't mean nothin'.

I don't need any sh*t, Shag.

Well, me neither.

What's he got in mind?

I wanna try Lovesick.

He ain't gonna like that.

You didn't even write it.

Well, that's true.

But I made it mine now.

All righty right.

Hey, Fred. We did a couple for you.

I got one for me.

I wanna do Lovesick. Right, boys?

Well, hell, screw you guys.

Hank, that song is painful,

and not in the right way.

It's out of meter.

You hang onto some of those notes

too damn long.

Well, when I find a note I like,

I like holdin' on to it.

Listen to me. I'm on the Hayride.

I sing that song, I walk off the stage,

I throw my hat back on the stage.

The hat gets an encore.

Come on, now.

All right. I'm getting a cup of coffee.

You got 15 minutes.

Thank you, sir.

All right, boys, Lovesick Blues.

Let's keep it simple.

No need to worry, Hank.

Isn't all this sh*t simple?

I got a feeling

called the blues, oh Lord

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