The Song Page #5
I must confess
I don't care
If it's wrong or right
- Hey.
- Oh, hey.
- Good morning. Um...
- What time is it?
It is 1:
15.You okay?
- Yeah, you?
- Mm-hm.
- You can take that if you want.
- Uh, what?
The phone.
Actually, it's you.
I'm sorry. I, uh...
I grabbed it for you
because you left it at the bar
and obviously forgot to give it
back to you, so, yeah.
Whoa.
Jed, I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
- I feel terrible.
It's not your fault.
I should call her back though.
Yeah.
- See you later, okay?
- Mm.
- Jed.
- Hey.
Where were you? I've been trying
to get a hold of you all night.
There's a time for everything,
and a season for every purpose
under heaven.
The wise have eyes
in their heads
while the fool walks
in darkness.
But I came to realize that the
same fate overtakes them both.
So then I said to myself,
"Like the fool,
the wise too must die."
What then do
I gain by being wise?
No, no. I'm sorry, sir.
No!
- Hello?
- Oh, buddy, man, I woke you up.
- What time is it over there?
- It's 6 a.m.
Wow, man. Do you want me
to call you back?
No, it's fine.
Listen, are you anxious
to get back out here?
- Yeah.
- Because we are certainly anxious
and excited about
having you back out here.
Friday is Amsterdam.
Everything is a go.
Stan, listen.
Brother, we have lost six shows.
Now, I know
that was an emergency.
But we have an emergency
here, okay?
We are hemorrhaging money.
Hemorrhaging money, man.
- Stan, this is my life.
This is my life.
And this is how you pay
for your life.
If you were a nobody,
still just David King's kid,
I wouldn't care what you did.
No one would.
But I don't think that's
who you wanna be, or is it?
Because you can always
just walk away.
I have to go back.
- Please.
- I don't have a choice.
- I don't have a choice.
- Yes, you do. Please just stay.
If I stay, we're gonna owe
a lot of money.
Take me with you then.
I can't...
I can't do that, Rose.
Why?
All the reasons you said.
I can't do that to Ray.
I should've gone with you then.
I'm so sorry, Jed.
- I'm so sorry.
- It's all right.
I should've gone with you.
You have a lot to do.
You have a lot to do here. Okay?
Help me get through
these next eight weeks.
Then I have a show in Cinci,
and then I have a break.
How long?
We'll start with a year.
Okay?
Okay.
Amsterdam!
Can I just tell you
what a great time
we've had in your city tonight?
Ha, ha.
Well, there's more fun
to be had.
- Hey, Jed.
- Aah.
What is it? What's wrong?
I can't breathe.
- Slow down.
Listen to me.
- I can't feel my hands.
- You're not gonna die.
Jed. To help you relax, okay?
I'm just trying to help you.
- I can't sing that song, Shel.
- Yes, you can, Jedediah.
It's her song.
No, it's your song.
Do you ever feel like you
don't write your own songs? Hm?
- Like they were given to you?
- By who?
God?
- What if he takes them away?
- Why?
Because he doesn't like
what you're doing?
Look at the world.
You like what he's doing?
The first time
I heard your music,
I thought, "This is it.
This guy really gets it.
This is what I need."
But I also thought, you know,
"If only he weren't so...
Married.
...narrow.
But think of the music he could
write if he just let go
and lived without
all of these rules."
And then I realized,
"I can help him let go.
He needs me to."
out there.
I don't ever wanna feel
like that again.
You won't.
Thank you.
Appreciate it.
wine and embracing folly.
Laughter is madness.
And what does pleasure
accomplish?
This is what's happening now.
The heart of fools
is in the house of pleasure.
The heart of the wise
is in the house of mourning
because a sad face
is good for the heart.
What do you think?
You're the expert.
What do you think?
Well done.
Under this moon
my eyes desired.
I refused my heart no pleasure.
Under this moon
We are falling
Under this moon
You belong
To me
Under this moon
We are falling
Like stars
Like stars
Everything was meaningless.
Chasing after the wind.
- Daddy!
- Hey, buddy.
- Unh. Did you have fun?
- Uh-huh.
Look at Mom's belly.
Wow.
Wow.
Look at Mom's belly.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Oh...
Why didn't you tell me?
I wanted to tell you in person.
Hi, Shelby.
I'll be right there.
I'll be right there.
Yup.
- Shelby.
- Yeah.
This is my wife, Rose.
Yeah. It's really
nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you too.
Great show tonight.
You're very talented.
Thank you.
- This is my son, Ray.
- Ray.
You are so handsome.
I feel like I know you guys.
But I did not know
that you were expecting.
- Neither did he.
- Oh.
No?
I'm gonna go drink
with the guys.
We were headed out.
- So I'll just catch you tomorrow?
- Yes.
Okay. It was nice to meet you.
You too.
Ready to go?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
I missed you.
I missed you.
When did you get this?
Amsterdam.
Why?
I don't know.
It seemed like a good idea
at the time.
Oh.
Everything okay?
Yeah, just...
Just give me a second.
Jed, please don't do this to me.
Please.
Let's just go back out there.
No, no, no.
I'll sing it myself.
No, no, no,
you won't sing that, no.
You will never sing that song.
You will never sing that song!
Play it.
Just play the song.
I've been waiting for you
To...
Stop it! No!
You think you're better than me?
You think she's better than me?
- What was that?
- Shelby! Get off.
- You think you're better?
- Get off me!
- Stop! Stop!
No! I'm gonna tell her!
Let me go!
I'm gonna tell her!
I'm gonna...
- Are you threatening me?
- Jed!
You don't threaten me!
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Yeah, Stan, this is Matt.
I'm over at will call.
I'm gonna call you back.
Thank you.
Don't hang up.
Look, I don't care what you do.
I don't care who you do it with.
When you bring
your problems on stage,
they become my problems.
My very expensive problems.
Now, if you can't keep your
baggage off stage, I will.
Shelby, you are done. Done!
to your Nashville show also.
That be all right?
Jed?
Yes. That would be fine.
Why is Shelby off the tour?
I read that
she was off the tour.
She punched Stan in the face.
Good for her.
- Why?
- I don't know.
Look, I don't wanna talk
about work right now.
Rose. What?
Do you not want me here?
You're not here.
We have to say your name five
times before you even answer.
- Something is wrong.
- I'm just tired.
Why aren't you singing my song?
Do you...?
- Do you not love me anymore?
- Rose, of course I do.
- Why would you ask me that?
- Sing it.
I want you to sing it right now.
Rose, that song
is special to me.
All right,
and I'm just tired of
being demanded
to sing it like some sort of
performance monkey.
What is that?
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