Walk The Line Page #7

Should have been me on that saw.

Jack was so good.

He would have done

so many good things.

What have I done?

Just hurt everybody I know.

I know

I've hurt you.

I'm nothing.

You're not nothing.

You are not nothing.

You're a good man.

And God has

given you

a second chance

to make things right, John.

This is your chance, honey.

This is your chance.

Morning.

Hi, how are y'all?

Hey, June?

It's okay.

Come on.

What about the Tropicana?

What's wrong with the Opry?

He was banned after

he smashed up the footlights.

Well, if he smashes

lights at Folsom...

they're going

to keep him there.

Look, Frank.

While Johnny was

out recuperating...

the world changed.

Dylan's gone electric.

The Byrds

are electric.

The Beatles

are electric.

Hell, everybody's

electric.

He needs a fresh sound...

and all he wants to do is

cut a live album

with the same old pickers

at a maximum-security

penitentiary!

You can talk to me,

you know.

I'm standing

right here.

And what's with

the black?

It's depressing.

Looks like

you're going to a funeral.

Maybe I am.

Your fans are

church folk, Johnny.

Christians.

They don't want

to hear you singing

to a bunch of murderers

and rapists...

trying to cheer

them up.

Well, they're

not Christians, then.

I'm fine with you

doing a live record.

Just not at a prison.

That's my compromise.

January 13...

I'll be at Folsom Prison

with June and the boys.

You listen to the tapes.

You don't like 'em...

you can toss 'em.

Pardon me, Mr. Cash?

M-Mr. Cash?

Mr. Cash?

Might I suggest you refrain

from playing any more tunes

that remind them- the, uh,

the-the inmates, that is-

well, that they're in prison?

You think they forgot?

Perhaps you and your wife

could do another spiritual.

That's not my wife, Warden.

Keep asking her, and

she keeps saying no.

You ever drink this water,

Warden?

No.

I'm a Coca-Cola man.

All right!

I want to remind you,

we're recording live here today...

so you can't say "hell" or

"sh*t" or anything like that.

I got to tell you,

I can't tell you

how many shows we done...

but this is the best audience

we ever had.

I want to thank you for that.

You know...

standing back there in your

shop, catching my breath...

I come to admire

you even more.

Yeah!

You see, I never had

to do hard time like you...

Yeah!

...although I have on occasion...

gotten myself busted.

Once in El Paso,

I had this bag of... Oh...

you heard about that?

You been in El Paso, too?

Well, anyways...

I felt tough, you know?

Like I'd seen a thing or two,

you know?

Well, that was

till a moment ago...

'cause I got to tell you,

my hat's off to you now.

'Cause I ain't never had

to drink this yellow water

you got here at Folsom.

- All right.

This song's for your warden.

Boom!

In the back.

Hey, June.

June.

What's wrong, John?

Oh...

bad dreams, memories.

Well, you need

to get some rest, sweetie.

You did good tonight.

Well, we got another show

tomorrow.

Yeah.

Hey, listen.

The thing is...

I think it's time

now, you know?

I think it's

about time.

Time for what?

For you and me

to get married.

Go to sleep, John.

I don't want to sleep.

I want to marry you...

and I'm telling you,

it's the time.

Well, I am telling you,

with 100% certainty...

that it is not the time.

It's not about time.

It's not the right time.

It's not even quarter

to the right time.

June.

How do you know? I mean...

You haven't been clean

even six months.

Come on.

Except for a honeymoon,

you have not even thought

about what you're asking me.

Yes, I have.

I have. That's all

I've thought about.

Well, how's it going to work,

John?

Where we going to live?

What about my girls?

- What about your girls?

- Well...

What about

your parents, John?

Your daddy won't

even look at me.

June, that stuff will just

work itself out.

No, it does not work itself out.

People work it out for you...

and you think

it works itself out.

You're scared.

What?

You're scared of being in love.

You're scared of losing control.

And you know what, June Carter?

I think you're scared of living

in my big fat shadow.

- That's your problem.

- Oh, really?

- Yeah. Yeah, it is.

- Is that my problem?

My problem is it's 2:00 a.m.

My problem is I'm asleep.

I'm on a tour bus

with eight stinking men.

Rule number one- don't propose

to a girl on a bus.

You got that?

Rule number two-

don't tell her

it's because

you had a bad dream.

June?

What?

Marry me.

Okay.

Well, that's...

that's the last time I'm asking.

Well, good.

I hate reruns.

Hey, June?

June?

What's that, dear?

June?

I said...

What's that, dear?

What, you're not talking to me?

You are not allowed

to speak to me tonight.

After that stunt you

pulled on the bus...

the only place you're allowed

to speak to me is on stage.

- Do you understand?

- What did I do?

I don't know.

Why don't you ask your big fat shadow?

Come on, baby.

Come on, baby.

Baby, baby, baby,

baby, baby.

All right, thank you.

I don't know if y'all know

who wrote that song...

but it's this long-legged gal

standing right here...

Miss June Carter.

Thanks, ya'll.

Thank you very much.

So, uh, June, you going

to stand over there all night...

or you want to come over here

and sing with me?

I'll sing with you,

Mr. Cash.

You sure

that's what you want?

Yeah.

All right. Okay.

Well, folks, what do you say?

You want to hear, uh, "Jackson"?

All right.

Thought you was gonna

wax poetic a little bit longer.

No, I'm done with that, June.

Oh, okay, good.

Sorry for

the interruption, folks...

but, uh, I got to ask

June here a question

before we finish this song.

What's that, John?

Will you marry me?

Why don't we just

sing the song, John?

No, darling.

Come on, finish the song.

People want to hear us sing.

Sorry folks, but, uh...

I just can't do

this song anymore...

unless she's

gonna marry me.

It'd just be like

we're lying.

You got these people

all revved up, John.

- Now come on, let's sing "Jackson" for 'em.

- You got me all revved up.

I've asked you 40 different ways

and it's time you come

up with a fresh answer.

Please, sing.

I'm asking you to marry me.

I love you, June.

Now I know I said

and done a lot of things...

that I hurt you, but I promise

I'll never do that again.

I only want to take care of you.

I will not leave you

like that Dutch boy

with your finger in the dam.

You're my best friend.

Marry me.

All right.

Yeah?

In case none of y'all

heard, she said "yes"!

She's finally said "yes".

Grandpa, here,

let's talk on this.

What do you want me

to do with it?

Well, you... you

listen and you talk.

It's a tin can telephone.

And the sound goes

up the string.

Hello, grandgirls.

Hello, grandgirls.

Can you hear us?

Hello, Roseanne.

Hello, Carlene.

You got to pull

it tight, Daddy.

Come on, Grandpa.

Talk.

Speak, Grandpa.

- Tell us a story.

- Speak.

- Grandpa!

- Tell us a story.

Here, you take it,

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