Walk The Line Page #4

Divorce is an abomination.

Marriage is for life.

I'm sorry I let you down, ma'am.

Hey.

Hey.

What's funny?

Well, you've just been standing

in that same spot

for about ten minutes staring

at that Polly Pepper book.

Well... well, I can't...

I can't figure out which one

Roseanne would like more.

She got brown hair, which

makes me think this one.

- Right.

- But this is baby sister's...

and she got a baby

sister, and...

Well, I got that one

for Carlene, and she liked it.

Oh, yeah?

I missed her birthday.

- Oh.

- So I wanted to get her something more...

you know,

like one of these dollhouses.

But I don't know how

to get it out to her.

You want me to help you?

I think there's a lake

right up around the corner.

- Got a hitch in your giddy-up?

- Yeah.

Forgot how much

I like this.

Hey, June?

I never used one of these

fancy reels before.

Well, what'd you

use, a sapling?

- Yeah.

Okay, hold on,

I'll help you.

- It's like there's some kind of a lock on it or...

- No.

My daddy taught me how to do this;

I'll show you.

Keep your thumb down

on the button.

That loosens the line.

And then you're gonna

bring it back...

and then you're gonna

throw it out there...

and then when you're ready...

if you got a good spot for it,

you let go of the button.

- All right?

- Side-arm?

Yeah, side-arm.

All right.

See? There you go.

Hey, folks, what do you say

we get June Carter out here again?

Maybe she'll, uh,

sing with me.

- No, no, no, no.

Now, come on, June,

I never sing with you.

I have my slippers on.

I'm not coming out there.

Well, they don't care

if you got your slippers on.

Come on, it's for the sake of the evening.

Folks, let's hear it: June, June...

June, June, June, June...

- June, June, June, June...

- Come on, June.

Prove Elvis wrong.

He says you can't do nothing that ain't

written in your calendar.

- June, June, June, June, June, June...

June, June, June...

June, June, June, June,

June, June, June, June...

- You see, June?

- They want to see us together.

- All right, well...

quit that clutching on me,

and I'll sing with you...

but you got to quit

clutching on me.

Hi, folks.

How y'all doing again?

I hope y'all don't mind

my bare feet.

So, what are we

gonna sing, Johnny?

You got me out here.

Is that where

your plan ends?

- Well, uh... I always liked

that song of yours,

"Time's a Wastin'."

- Let's do that one.

Oh, come on,

I don't know about that.

How about your hit song,

"Big River"?

- That's a good song.

Well, "Big River"

ain't a duet.

Uh, let's do

"Time's a Wastin"'.

John, I am not

gonna sing that song.

It's inappropriate.

I recorded it with

my ex-husband.

- I'm not going to sing it.

There's no better way

to put it behind you.

I'm not gonna do it.

June, let's sing.

Don't do that!

Hey, June.

June?

Open up.

June, open the door.

Just leave me be,

John, all right?

What?

W-What did I do?

June, it's a song.

Just please get away from me.

I think I hear Johnny Cash and the Tennessee Three.

They'll be playing

all weekend long at the Malco.

Matinees and evening shows,

along with Jerry Lee Lewis...

June Carter and Carl Perkins.

It's the candy man.

Is the candy man

like Jerry Lee, there?

How come you don't never try

this brand of picking, Luther?

What you're looking for,

Waylon, I already found.

Well, hey, June.

Hey, Jerry Lee.

How you doin', John?

Uh...

Well, okay, June.

How you doing?

I surmise you've

never been to bed.

Surmise...

We've got a show at 2:00, a matinee.

- You remember that?

We were just practicing.

Oh, come on,

June, sit down.

It's slick here.

Not today, Jerry Lee.

Why not?

'Cause you're drunk.

Uh-oh!

- Whoo!

Come on, Junie,

just come have a beer with us.

I'm going home tonight

after the show.

I'm not here

to look after y'all.

You're not?

You got somebody

to do that for you, John.

You got a wife somewhere,

you remember that?

Ooh!

What if I didn't?

There's too many "ifs"

in that sentence.

Only one, actually.

There's only one "if"

in that sentence, June.

L-I thought it

was a good point.

There is only one.

Really?

How dare you

talk to me like that!

We surrender!

We surrender!

What was I thinking?

I must have been crazy.

Y'all are gonna blow this tour.

You can't walk no line.

June, we ain't blowing the tour.

I am not gonna be

that little Dutch boy with my

finger in the dam no more!

You're lying to yourself

if you think

this is about a tour, honey.

This isn't about a tour!

This isn't about a song!

John.

Honey, let's take a picture

of Roseanne.

C'mon, say cheese!

What do you think of California, Mr. Cash?

We like it. We just

bought a house.

Lunch time!

Come on in, everybody.

What is this?

I've been looking for that.

That's the letter I wrote

to Bob Dylan on a plane.

Hey, Mama, that's

that folk singer

I was telling you about.

You wrote it on

an air sickness bag, honey.

So what?

What's so funny?

I was thinking

maybe you ought

to try sleeping

at night.

Maybe eating,

maybe both.

Hey, uh, Viv, have you made

your mind up about tonight?

You coming?

Okay- 'cause you're asking

so nice.

I got it.

- Hello?

- Music awards.

We got a British Invasion...

a beautiful girl from Brazil,

a matchmaker from New York.

We even had a flying nanny.

In 1964...

Hey, Johnny.

Hey, Randy, how are you?

June? Hey.

Hi, John.

Been a long time.

Yeah.

Hi, Vivian, how are you?

Hello, June.

I saw you got married.

Uh, yes, I did.

Congratulations, June.

- Thank you, I appreciate that.

- You're welcome.

So you think

this one will stick?

John!

What is this, your second or your third?

- John!

- I'm just asking a question.

Do not do this to me.

John!

Oh!

Hey! June, wait up.

I need to talk to you.

I don't want

to talk to you, John.

Hey, excuse me, fella,

do you mind?

You don't look good, John.

Well, you look real nice.

So where's

your truck driver?

Stock car driver.

And you'll be happy to know

that things aren't really

working out between us.

It doesn't make me happy.

Well, a little it does.

I want to tour

with you again, June.

I miss the tour.

I mi... I miss the music.

I got two grown girls, John.

I can't tour.

So you're just going

to do a comedy act

the rest of your life?

You've got a voice,

June, use it.

One week a month,

that's all, all right?

You'll work for me.

You don't have to worry

about bookings

or agents, or publicists

or anything.

All right, one of

your girls gets sick...

you stay home,

and I pay you, anyways.

You stay home,

and I pay you, anyways.

Thank you.

That's my mama's favorite song.

So y'all sit down,

squat down, or lie down...

but make yourselves at home.

'Cause here's

the one and only...

Mr. Johnny Cash!

Hello, I'm Johnny Cash.

Thank you.

Good to see y'all.

It's all June.

It's all June.

Thank you.

Hi, good to see you.

Thanks for coming.

What's next?

Vegas, we're booked in Vegas.

Hey, June?

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