Patsy 2023 Screenplay by Filipe Coutinho
Patsy 2023 Screenplay by Filipe Coutinho
Screenplay by
Filipe F. Coutinho
RAIN MANAGEMENT
Matt Rosen
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“I don’t do anythin' halfway.
PATSY (V.O.)
Hold it! Hold it right there, Hoss.
What's a country girl from Winchester-
Virginia doing at Carnegie Hall during
New York city's frou-frou era??
PATSY
Howdy Hoss! You don’t mind if I call ya
Hoss, do ya? I call ev'ryone Hoss. The
name’s Virginia Hensley, but you might
know me as Patsy Cline. If you haven’t
heard the name, you’ve certainly heard
the songs. I’m what many fine people
east of Nevada call a country star.
(winks; tips her hat)
Now, don't get fooled by the ritzy
title. The life ain’t for ev'ryone,
Lots o’small ups and furious downs.
But heck, I love it -
PATSY (V.O.)
I love singin’ in honky-tonks and
sleazy joints.
PATSY (V.O.)
I love travelin’ on dusty roads with
sweaty men and stayin’ in seedy motels.
PATSY (V.O.)
And I sure as heck love meanin'
somethin’ special to a whole lot of
folks I don’t even know.
BACK TO TARMAC
PATSY
I love it ‘cause singin' doesn’t take
anythin' away from me, only gives. I
don’t have to take care of it, it
takes care of me.
PATSY
Hey Randy, you sure about flyin' with
them clouds? They're gettin' thicker
than mama's gravy.
RANDY
Have faith in my bird, Pats. Never
fails to take us where we need to go.
PATSY
That’s Randy, my manager, and today,
my pilot too. Randy's the type o'man
who's been riding a gravy train with
biscuit wheels all his life.
COPAS
Hey Patsy, what's the first thing
you're gonna do when you get home?
PATSY
Hug my kids, kiss Charlie, and eat
the country ham mama's been soakin'
for the past day 'n' a half.
COPAS
How 'bout that. Can I come?
PATSY
Only if you give Charlie a lil' kiss
too. Whaddya say?
COPAS
Heck no. Even I have 'nuff sense not
to spit downwind.
A shiver goes down her spine. Stopping her in her tracks. Patsy
takes another look at the dark clouds. Lasting long enough to
prompt Randy to pop his head out--
RANDY
What are you doing, Pats? C'mon, time
to go home.
PATSY
Took a whole lot of blood, sweat 'n'
tears to get here, Hoss.
PATSY
If you’re willin' to hear the story,
I’d like to tell it myself. After
all, if somebody’s gonna talk about
the Cline, it’s gonna be Patsy
goddamn Cline.
PATSY (V.O.)
I suppose we might as well begin with
the thing that got me where I am today -
ma pipes. Funny story, almost had to go
on to the great reward to get ’em.
PATSY (V.O.)
When I was 13, I had a rheumatic fever
that knocked me on my ass. Gave me a
God-awful throat infection -
NEXT DAY
PATSY (V.O.)
I got it so bad the good doctor had to
put me in an oxygen tent. Lemme tell
ya, you don't ever wanna need one.
SAM
The kid's gonna make it or what?
PATSY (V.O.)
That's daddy. And daddy's a son of a
bitch. How much of a son of a bitch?
World class. But I'll say this, he was
right to ask the question -
ANOTHER DAY
PATSY (V.O.)
In those years, that fever killed more
kids than anythin' else, and I got real
close to bein' a part of the statistics
when my heart stopped beatin'. But the
Almighty had other plans for me -
THAT NIGHT
MRS. HENSLEY
Oh my dear Ginny. I prayed 'n' prayed. I
thought I was gonna lose you.
YOUNG PATSY
Don't worry mama. Jesus was here. He
told me it ain't my time yet.
ANOTHER DAY
PATSY (V.O.)
I learned things happen the way they
need to happen. And this right here
was proof -
PATSY (V.O.)
When I recovered 3 months later, I had
the voice that gave me my career.
SAM
Goddamn it Ginny, will you quit your
yakkin' already.
PATSY
But daddy, this is your Wally Fowler
record. I thought you liked it.
SAM
I like it when he sings it and when I
choose to goddamn play it.
MRS. HENSLEY
(coming up behind him)
Let the girl sing, Sam. Makes her happy.
Sam turns around and BACKHANDS her. Patsy runs to her mother.
SAM
I'm tired of ev'ryone talkin' back in
my house. I wan' some goddamn peace
and quiet.
Sam stumbles off. But not before knocking against the armoire.
PATSY (V.O.)
What did I tell ya? World class. But
mama tells me it wasn't always like
that. There was a time - 'fore the
war 'n' the depression - when he had
a hold o'the bottle.
Patsy holds onto Mrs. Hensley, who gently strokes her hair.
MRS. HENSLEY
Don't worry honey, if singin's what
you wanna do, we'll get you singin'.
Patsy sneaks through the hallway and past the living room,
where an ANGELICAL VOICE can be heard--
Patsy shines as she belts 'How Great Thou Art' in CHURCH CHOIR.
PATSY (V.O.)
Mama put me in a choir. Soon enough I
was doin' better than ev'ryone else
but had nowhere to go. Which was about
as useful as tits on a bull.
YOUNG PATSY
I’m sick and tired of singin' the
same hymns, mama. It’s time I make my
move. I’m goin' on the radio.
JOLTIN' JACK
...so next time you have a penny to
spend, spend it on good, wholesome
foods. Tootsie rolls - made with
body-nourishing milk.
(modulates his voice)
And now folks, let's give the number 1
song in the country another spin--
ASSISTANT
Someone's here to see ya, Jack.
YOUNG PATSY
Mr. Jack, I’d like a chance to sing
live on the radio.
JOLTIN' JACK
(hearty chuckle)
I’ll be damned. What’s your name?
YOUNG PATSY
Virginia Hensley. Mama calls me Ginny.
JOLTIN' JIM
Well Ginny, if you got 'nuff nerve to
stand before a mike and sing over the air
live, I’ve got 'nuff nerve to let ya.
DJ BOOTH - LATER
Patsy and her nerve, singing over the radio. Joltin’ Jack
and his Assistant watch on, taken with her talent.
PATSY (V.O.)
I caught the bug that day. And once
you catch it, Hoss, there ain’t
nothin’ you can do about it.
When his head tilts down long enough to grab change from the
register, Patsy makes her move and sneaks by him. The Ticket
Seller catches on and yells at her, but it's too late. Patsy
disappears into the crowd.
CREW MEMBER
Where do you think you're going?
YOUNG PATSY
To see Mr. Wally Fowler.
CREW MEMBER
Does he know that?
YOUNG PATSY
He's been waitin' to see me all his life.
CREW MEMBER
(laughs; then--)
Haven't heard that one 'fore. Okay,
little girl, he's right over there.
YOUNG PATSY
Thanks mister. And the name's not
little girl, it's Virginia Hensley.
Patsy walks over to Wally with a fire behind her eyes. Tugs
at his sleeve -
YOUNG PATSY
Mr. Fowler. Mr. Wally Fowler.
YOUNG PATSY
I just love you and your quartet, and
I think I’d be a great addition to it.
WALLY
(to the Quartet)
Boys, she wants to join us!
(laughs; to Patsy)
So you think you can sing?
YOUNG PATSY
I know so, Mr. Fowler.
WALLY
Okay young lady, you sing and I’ll
tell you what I think.
YOUNG PATSY
Just like that?
WALLY
Just like that.
YOUNG PATSY
But--
WALLY
What? You wanna back down now that
I’m giving you your big chance?
STAGE - LATER
WALLY
And now ladies and gentlemen, I’d like
to introduce my latest discovery. Give
a big round of applause for a local
girl, Ms. Virginia Hensley.
PATSY (V.O.)
Right there, a divine peace came over me
and I knew that no matter what, my
destiny was on a stage, singin' country
to folks who lived on a wish 'n' a
prayer. So I set my sights on Nashville,
'cause any country singer worth its salt
knows you’re only a real country singer
when you make it to the Grand Ole Opry.
The 2.300-seat home of the weekly GRAND OLE OPRY LIVE RADIO and
TV BROADCAST is a true beauty. Inside and out. We see FOOTAGE
of Hank Williams, Roy Acuff, the Carter Family, and other stars
performing to rowdy crowds. We also see FAMILIES across America
glued to their tubed TVs during THE OPRY HOUR.
PATSY (V.O.)
Wally didn't put me in his quartet,
but he arranged for an Opry audition.
PATSY (V.O.)
Ev'rybody loved me, but God only wan'ed
me to have a taste, not a full meal -
PATSY (V.O.)
Those folks wan'ed me to come back and
sing for their bosses. Problem was,
mama couldn’t afford to stay the night
in Nashville.
PATSY (V.O.)
Soon, ev'rybody forgot about me and
‘twas for the best. I had to focus on
helpin' mama pay her bills -
PATSY (V.O.)
The son of a bitch left us the year
'fore. Took his goddamn bottle and his
goddamn attitude, and I said ‘good
goddamn riddance’. If he couldn’t ride a
nightmare without fallin' out o'bed,
what good was he ever gonna be to us?
PATSY (V.O.)
I put my head down and worked just
about any job I could find -
PATSY (V.O.)
But if you think I didn’t sing ev'ry
chance I got, you sure as shit don’t
know what greases my wagon.
PATSY (V.O.)
Ever heard the sayin’ ‘water droppin’
day-by-day wears the hardest rock away’?
That was the Cline in all her glory.
PATSY (V.O.)
And Mama? Mama was an angel. She hand-
sewed thousands of sequins 'n'
rhinestones onto my cowgirl outfits.
Then she dropped me off and picked me
up at ev’ry joint that gave me a stage.
Patsy and Mrs. Hensley arrive home exhausted. Fall onto bed.
PATSY (V.O.)
We got home ev’ry night at one in the
mornin', and by six we were up
drinkin' cups of ambition and fixin’
breakfast for Sam and Sylvia Mae -
PATSY (V.O.)
This was the beaten path for a few
years. When I finally stopped and looked
in the mirror, I saw a full-blown woman
with woman needs and desires -
EARLY 1952. PATSY (19; 5’4, brown hair, sparkling brown eyes)
is now a woman every man would take a second look at.
PATSY (V.O.)
I grew up fast, Hoss. I was well-
endowed and had all the right moves.
PATSY
So you're the cock o’the henhouse, huh?
He leans in and whispers sweet nothings into Patsy's ear.
Patsy grabs him by the hand and takes him to the dance floor.
Where she joins CONNIE (18), a gentle soul with even gentler
eyes being wooed by a handsome HILLBILLY.
PATSY (V.O.)
That’s Connie. A helluva singer and my
best friend -
PATSY (V.O.)
As soon as I saw her, I knew we were
destined to be backseat buddies in the
highway of life.
PATSY
Hiya, the name's Virginia and I think
you're terrific.
CONNIE
Can I get you to tell that to the
manager? He doesn't wan' me back.
She's joking, but she clearly doesn't know who she's talking to.
PATSY
Don't worry, you got the Cline on
your side now.
CONNIE
Well, I'll be damned.
PATSY
Seems like he's just a lil' hard of
hearin', but he's gonna fix that--
3 times a week for the next 3 months.
PATSY
I'm hungry. Whaddya say to a fat,
juicy burger?
PATSY (V.O.)
For me, life became all about the three
F’s: family, food 'n' fuckin’.
PATSY (V.O.)
Folks got judgmental fast.
MAN
Careful now, here comes the Honky
Tonk Angel. They say she's wilder
than a peach orchard boar.
PATSY
(FLIPPING HIM)
Bite me!
The boys like this. Stir and buzz like immature jerks. As Patsy
walks by them, the Man takes a full palm to Patsy's ass --
PATSY
There's more where that came from.
The Man holds his face, ashamed and humbled. His Buddy goes
quiet as a mouse.
PATSY (V.O.)
Screw ‘em. I was enjoyin' the love
merry-go-round and wasn't 'bout to let
bitter young bucks who couldn't get a
ticket to ride bring me down.
PATSY (V.O.)
Things changed when Bill came into the
picture. And Bill, well, that’s a real
Honky Tonk Angel -
PATSY
Are you Bill? From Bill Peer and The
Melody Boys?
BILL
Yes ma'am. What can I do you for?
PATSY
I’d like to audition for you. And if
you like what you hear, maybe I can
sing in your band.
Bill plays the guitar while Patsy sings for a rowdy crowd.
They eat it all up, in love with Patsy's voice.
It’s just Bill and Patsy. Patsy’s having a drink. Bill isn’t.
But he’s all over her, like butter on a sizzling steak.
BILL
You’re a star and I sure am gonna make
you one. But we gotta do somethin’
about that name.
PATSY
Kinda like the one I’m stuck with.
BILL
Virginia just ain’t right for a
singer. Do you have a middle name?
PATSY
Patterson. After mama.
BILL
That'll do.
PATSY
What will?
BILL
Patsy. Patsy Hensley.
PATSY (V.O.)
Bill became my manager and called all
his contacts in Nashville -
BILL
Trust me Ernest, you’ll wanna hear this
gal. Kitty Wells, Goldie Hill - their
voices don't hold a candle to Patsy's...
Why don't I send ya a tape?
HECKLER
Get off the stage. My mute mother
sings better than you.
PATSY
Your mute mother can kiss my ass!
The Heckler LOSES IT. Would ring Patsy's neck if it weren't for
the HILLBILLIES holding him down. Patsy keeps provoking him,
giving the crowd the best entertainment they've had all week.
SPECIALTY BOUTIQUE
Patsy walks out with a hundred-watt smile. Bill follows,
juggling a small mountain of bags and boxes.
PATSY (V.O.)
Bill wan’ed me to look my best at all
times. Called it a business investment.
DINER
As Patsy wolfs down a plate of FRIED CHICKEN, Bill cuts her
a check for a couple hundred bucks.
PATSY (V.O.)
When he heard I had money troubles,
he gave me a hand. I wan'ed to say no
since Bill worked two jobs so he
could finance his music, but--
MOTEL ROOM
Patsy and Bill MAKE LOVE. But only Bill has hearts in his eyes.
PATSY (V.O.)
I found ways to make him happy. After a
while, the poor sap wan'ed to marry me.
BILL
I can’t live without you, Virginia.
PATSY
Hoss, ain't you forgettin' somethin'?
PATSY (V.O.)
I knew better than lettin' Bill divorce
his wife. Plus, Gerald came into my
life and, well, I liked Gerald too...
HILLBILLY
That's Miss Patsy Hensley.
GERALD
No sir. That’s the future Mrs. Cline.
PATSY
(sizing him up)
My, you’re quite a big fella, ain't ya?
GERALD
Yeah, and I got myself a big new car.
PATSY
Which of you is fastest?
GERALD
Wan' me to show ya?
PATSY (V.O.)
Big fella was 'bout 8 years older,
always dressed like he was goin' to a
weddin', and liked to pretend he lived
in high cotton. I liked pretendin' too.
PATSY (V.O.)
Gerald was crazy 'bout me and he knew
how to bait the cow to catch the calf.
He did ev'rythin' for my family -
SERIES OF SHOTS
Gerald repairs a leaky pipe under the sink; helps Sylvia Mae
with her homework; plays catch with Sam Jr.
Gerald guides Patsy down the driveway. Her eyes are closed
and Gerald insists they stay that way.
PATSY (V.O.)
Did ev'rythin' for me too.
GERALD
Okay baby, open them eyes up.
PATSY (V.O.)
So when he asked me to marry him, I said
yes. And why wouldn't I? Big fella was
offerin' what was a dream 'n' a half in
those days. But I gave him a warnin' -
PATSY
I wanna go to the top, big fella.
That ain't changin' just ‘cause we’re
gettin’ itched.
The door swings open and Gerald enters carrying Patsy. Just
like NEWLYWEDS do. Thrilled smiles on their faces.
PATSY (V.O.)
Now, I might've been a married woman,
but that don't mean I stopped livin' -
Patsy's on the dance floor with Bill. Slobbering all over him.
Drawing plenty of catty commentary from other patrons.
GERALD
Home at last. It’s two in the goddamn
morning.
PATSY
Gee Gerald, you can tell the time.
GERALD
I wanna know what you been doin' and
who you been doin' it with.
PATSY
...rehearsing, if you must know.
GERALD
Goddamn it, you’re spending more time
with a married man with kids than your
own husband.
PATSY
I ain't givin' up my music.
GERALD
I ain't askin' you to give it up. Just
stay home and be with me sometimes...
GERALD
Baby, I need you. I wanna take care
of you.
PATSY
(shoves him off)
Get off it, Gerald. What you want is
a housewife and that ain't me.
GERALD
No more gallivanting. You’re staying
home!
PATSY
Ain't gonna.
GERALD
But Patsy, baby--
PATSY
None o’that baby stuff. I can’t be a
singer and have supper on the table at
5:30. I have one thing on my mind--
becomin' a star. If you don't like it,
you're welcome to pack your bags.
PATSY (V.O.)
But I gotta be honest, Hoss-- music
wasn’t the only thing on my mind.
Same song and dance, but reversed-- Bill drops Patsy off and
shortly after Gerald picks her up. We see this happening
multiple times.
PATSY (V.O.)
I know you're judgin' me, Hoss, and I
don't blame ya. But don't you worry, I
used my sheet for a tablecloth and I
paid the price -
GERALD
What's wrong!?
GERALD
Baby, talk to me.
But Patsy can only moan. That is, until she notices the car
veering into the opposite lane and sees headlights COMING
STRAIGHT AT THEM -
PATSY
LOOK OUT!
PATSY
Christ Gerald, you wanna kill us?
GERALD
Baby, you're not okay. I'm takin' ya
to the hospital.
PATSY
Don't you dare. I have a show to do.
(he hesitates)
Goddammit Gerald, just drive!
CONNIE
Pat, talk to me... are you okay?...
CONNIE
I'm comin' in -
CONNIE
My God, I’m callin' an ambulance.
PATSY
No, don’t!
CONNIE
Look at all this blood. You ain't right.
PATSY
I’m gettin' better. You can trust me,
Connie. I ain't gonna die on you.
PATSY
Take that worried look off your face.
A couple of asp'rin will do the trick.
CONNIE
Asp'rin? Pat, for Chrissakes, you need
a real doctor.
PATSY
Doctors talk. I ain't proud o' what I
done, but it don't mean it's anybody's
business but mine.
CONNIE
I know, but--
PATSY
Whaddya say we clean up this mess?
Connie nods. Leaves for a moment and Patsy stops faking it.
Grabs onto the toilet seat and uses the last of her strength
to pull herself up. Then, breathing the pain in and out -
PATSY
Goddammit Cline. What have you got
yourself into?
PATSY
Never a dull moment with the Cline, huh?
CONNIE
This ain't funny, Pat. What’s Bill
gonna say? What’s Gerald gonna say?
PATSY
What they always say if they find
out, which they ain’t.
(Connie doesn't
acknowledge)
Connie - which they ain't!
PATSY
Quite the hayride for a Winchester teen,
wouldn't ya say? Well, hold on to your
rear ends. Now my life really begins...
MCCALL
That’s a standard AFM contract. It
specifies a minimum of sixteen 78pm
record sides, or the equivalent
thereof. The compositions to be
recorded are to be mutually agreed upon
you, Bill, and myself. Your services
are exclusive with 4-Star for 2 years,
with a 1-year renewal option. Any
recording made will be the property of
4-Star, and you’ll be paid a royalty of
2.34 percent of the retail price on the
records sold in the U.S. Any questions?
PATSY
Just one. This royalty here - ain't
this half of what country stars make?
MCCALL
Yes it is, Patsy. Become a country
star and I’ll double the royalty.
PATSY
Fair enough. But Hoss, you can get
started on the new paperwork.
BILL
She’s gonna make you a lot of money.
MCCALL
I count on it. Now, how 'bout some
dinner?
Patsy, Gerald, Bill, and McCall are having a grand ol’ time.
Steaks have been eaten. Whiskeys have been had (except by Bill).
War stories recounted. McCall's talking a mile a minute.
MCCALL
...I want you to go anywhere and
everywhere. People need to know your
face, hear your voice. And then we’re
going to Nashville to record some songs.
I already spoke with Paul Cohen about
it. He's the head of A&R at Decca’s
Country Division. How does that sound?
PATSY
Hoss, you already have my name in ink.
Let’s get this show on the road.
BILL
How come you ain't nervous?
PATSY
What's there to be nervous of?
BILL
Planes don't make no sense. Think I’m
about to wet my pants!
PATSY
Let's have a couple of swigs.
BILL
You know I don’t drink.
PATSY
There’s a first time for ev'rythin'.
And you ask me, it beats the hell
outta pissin' your pants.
PATSY
C'mon Bill, let's get juggin' and
jawin'. It'll be fun.
Fuck it. Bill grabs the flask and drinks a healthy dose.
LATER
Patsy and Bill are sailing the friendly skies. Drunk as skunks.
PATSY
A'right ladies, you don’t want to ignore
the captain. Fas'en your sanitary belts.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT
Where are you going now?
PATSY
To help the captain land this bird.
PATSY
Captain! Hey Captain, open up. The
Cline's here to teach ya a few tricks.
FLIGHT
Madam, if you don't sit down, I'm
gonna have to restrain you.
PATSY
Call me madam one more time. Go on -
PATSY
Don't be a buzz-kill Bill. Hah, 'kill
Bill'. Rhymes and ev'rythin'. Maybe it's
a song. Whaddya say Bill, is it a song?
PAUL COHEN (47; Decca Exec), McCall, Bill Peer, and a SOUND
ENGINEER are in the CONTROL ROOM. Cohen keeps a poker face, but
Bill seems pleased with how the recording's going.
Not Patsy though, who keeps giving the DRUMMER the side eye.
Clocking his tempo. After a few measures, she abruptly stops.
PATSY
Goddamn it, can’t you guys ever get
the beat right? Bill, do something.
They’re awful.
DRUMMER
Hey, who do you think you are?
PATSY
The only person in here who gives a
good goddamn.
DRUMMER
Oh, you’re mighty bushy-tailed for a
beginner.
PAUL COHEN
Let’s see where this goes.
PATSY
Look Hoss, you're half-assin' it, and
I don't do half-assed.
DRUMMER
Ain't me who came to a recording
session in curlers.
PATSY
What of it?
DRUMMER
Ain't professional. And more, it's
disrespectful.
PATSY
Why don't you worry about your playin'
instead of my looks? Now, I'm singin' the
way I'm supposed to, but you boys ain't
keepin' up. In my book that means half-
assin', and I don't--
DRUMMER
--do half-assed, yeah I heard ya 'fore.
What do you want from us? We’re keeping
the beat that’s on the sheet.
PATSY
Ain’t good enough.
DRUMMER
Okay. Then tell us what is.
PATSY
Thought you'd never ask.
(to everyone; w/ a smirk)
Follow my lead fellas, Imma take you
to the Promised Land.
PATSY
Oh Bill, it’s finally happenin'. I’m
beginnin' to realize my dream!
BILL
We’re doin’ it, honey. One step at a
time, but we’re doin’ it.
BILL
...I understand. No, it’s okay Paul.
BILL
Bad news, Patsy. Cohen’s not happy with
the recordings. He’s gonna shelve 'em.
PATSY
What are we waitin’ for? Let’s go
home, we've got work to do.
PATSY
Now, this here tape, how does it impact
the quality of the recording?
STORE OWNER
For starters, it captures a broader
range of frequencies, which gives ya
more accurate recordings. Then there's
the reduced noise...
PATSY (V.O.)
I was hell bent on learnin', on gettin'
better, on convincin' ev’ryone I had
what it took. Then I went into a booth
and gave myself a pop quiz.
CUT TO: Patsy's at the RECORDING BOOTH, singing her heart out.
CUT TO: Patsy and Store Owner listen to the recording Patsy
just made. Patsy takes notes as the Owner gives her pointers.
STORE OWNER
You're getting distortion 'cause you're
too close to the mike. You have great
projection, but you need to control it
better. And Patsy, don't forget to
breathe. You're going through the song
like a freight train.
CUT TO: Patsy's back at the recording booth, and this time
she adjusts her position in relation to the mike. She also
catches herself not breathing.
PATSY (V.O.)
I did it again and again -
CUT TO: Patsy listens to the new recording with the Owner.
It's better, but not there yet. Patsy goes back to the
booth... RINSE/REPEAT.
PATSY
Now this is what a real record looks
like!
MCCALL
Go on Bill, give her the letter.
MCCALL
We've been working on that. It's
going to all the DJs in town.
PATSY
(reading aloud)
Patsy Cline sings better than any
female vocalist we have heard. Her
diction, sense of timing, and
phrasings are exceptionally good. We
hope you will agree and give her
first record a chance to be heard.
(impressed)
Well, you sold me Hoss. But do you
think it'll sell the others?
BILL
There's no question about it. You're
goin' on the radio and I reckon that'll
take us all the way to the Opry.
PATSY
The Opry? Well, wouldn't that be
somethin' -
TUBB
Here’s a little lady with a powerful
voice. I’ve been predicting big things
for her. Make welcome Miss Patsy
Cline, singing her debut recording, A
Church, A Courtroom, Then Goodbye.
PATSY
C'mon Cline, get it together.
TUBB
Folks, Miss Patsy Cline! Isn’t she
terrific?
PATSY
Oh Bill, I don’t care what they think.
Appearin' on the Opry’s a dream come
true. You made me the happiest gal in
the world.
Bill and Patsy are butt naked and in the throes of passion.
Patsy's working Bill and working him hard.
BILL
Goddamn Pats, there’s no slack in
your rope.
PATSY
Ain't my first rodeo, Hoss. Hold on,
I'm puttin' the second gear.
She goes faster and Bill starts breathing like he's about to
have a heart attack. Outside, a car door SLAMS. Loud enough
to freak out Patsy, who suddenly stops and climbs off Bill.
She rushes to window and sees--
PATSY
Shit, it’s the big fella. Where's
your car?
BILL
Two streets over. Like always.
PATSY
I doubt he's seen it then.
(Bill's still there)
Watchya doin' Hoss, waitin' to roll
him the red carpet? C'mon, hide!
PATSY
Not there. Under the bed!
Bill does as he's told. Patsy makes the bed the best she
can, then drops to her knees and tells Bill--
PATSY
At some point, Gerald's gonna head to
the fridge for a beer. That’s when you
get the hell outta here.
GERALD (O.S.)
Surprise baby, I’m home.
PATSY
Lookin' for your dignity, big fella?
Ain't gonna find it 'round here.
GERALD
Hah! Missed you too, baby.
PATSY
There’s cold beer in the fridge.
GERALD
Wanna get me one?
PATSY
Why don’t you get it yourself?
GERALD
Nah. I think I'll just lay here ‘till
I cool off.
GERALD
By the way, guess who I spotted in
Bill’s car while I was driving 'round
town last night?
PATSY
I give up.
GERALD
You.
PATSY
You must be seein' things. I was at
Connie’s.
GERALD
You really must think I’m an idiot.
PATSY
Sometimes I really do, Gerald.
GERALD
Huh! Okay baby, you think about that
while I get some shut eye.
GERALD
What the hell was that?
Patsy and Connie have beers and a big plate of fried chicken.
PATSY
...not even a fart in the face would've
gotten Gerald out of that bed.
(cackles)
Bill got real scared too, I doubt he'll
go back to the apartment.
(MORE)
PATSY (cont'd)
But that's okay, I have my eye on that
hunk with the broad shoulders from the
mini-mart.
(noticing)
What’s wrong, Connie?
CONNIE
Well Pat, you’re always talkin' about
your music and your career, but all I
hear is hims-hims-hims and this ain’t
church. If you wanna sing, you should
go ahead and sing.
Patsy’s behind the mike, trying out a few new pitches for A
POOR MAN'S ROSES. Modulating her voice, working on her stage
moves. That's when Bill walks in all excited -
BILL
Pats. Pats! I've got great news.
PATSY
You got me on the Opry again?
BILL
Better.
PATSY
Better than the Opry?
BILL
The paperwork came through. Jenny and
I are officially divorced.
PATSY
...oh.
BILL
What's wrong? I thought you’d be happy.
PATSY
There ain’t no right way of sayin’
this, so I’m just gonna come out and
say it-- I’m leavin' ya, Bill.
BILL
You what!?
PATSY
Ain’t nothin' I love more than my
music.
BILL
(exasperated)
And I'm helpin' you with it.
PATSY
Face it, you wanna get married and I
wanna become a star.
BILL
We can do both.
PATSY
Sorry, Bill. My mind's made up.
The news hasn’t quite hit Bill yet. When it does, he’ll be
devastated. But our focus is on Patsy, and she’s already
heading out the door. There's something else to take care of.
PATSY (V.O.)
I had to ship Gerald too. I tell ya,
if love is blind, marriage is an eye-
opener. But I didn’t divorce the big
fella right away. I was afraid he’d
put a pistol to his mouth if I did.
PATSY (V.O.)
I just moved out and went on and
focused on my career. On gettin' seen.
On gettin' heard. Like I said I would.
Like McCall wan'ed me to -
PATSY (V.O.)
I sang across three states, but that
don't mean I had a career. I was
singin' songs McCall had in his
catalogue. Songs bigger singers than I
were already famous for.
WRESTLING ARENA
Patsy's in the middle of the RING performing LOVESICK BLUES
in front of TV cameras.
PATSY (V.O.)
Still, McCall sent me to D.C. to be a
regular on “Town and Country Time.” It
was a local show, but it sat 4000 butts
at a wrestling arena, which was enough
to give me a taste of fame. I sure liked
that, tasted sweeter than stolen honey.
MAGAZINE STAND
A FAN picks up the WASHINGTON STAR. Patsy's on the cover.
The title reads: "The Hillbilly With Oomph”
TOWN AND COUNTRY BACKSTAGE BACKSTAGE
Patsy's confidence is sky high as she flirts with a big,
handsome CANADIAN MOUNTIE.
PATSY
...I saw a Canadian Mountie and tol'
myself - ‘that's a big, good-lookin’
son of a bitch. I’m screwing the boots
off him tonight.' And guess what I did?
DINER
Patsy stuffs herself with a bloody cheeseburger and a fatty
milkshake. The Girls watch in disbelief. In jealousy, too.
MOTEL
Patsy inspects her body in the mirror. Zeroes in on a growing
waistline and HATES it. Suddenly worried, she turns the room
upside down until she finds her OBETROL (these are DIET PILLS).
MERCH TABLE
Patsy herself grinds to sell EPs for 80 cents and HEAD HOTS
for 25. She's dispirited, business is slow.
PATSY (V.O.)
I was busier than a cow’s tail in fly
season, but I was only makin' 250 a week.
HENSLEY HOME
Mrs. Hensley is swimming in 'PAST DUE' NOTICES.
PATSY (V.O.)
Which wasn’t enough to help mama and
the kids and whoever else needed -
CONNIE'S HOUSE
Patsy cuts Connie a check for $50.
CONNIE
Sorry Pat, my music ain't goin' and--
PATSY
I'll hear none of it. You need
somethin', you come to me.
PATSY (V.O.)
Forced me to go to McCall for an
advance on my royalties. Problem was--
MCCALL
You have none. I'm sorry Patsy, but
you just aren't selling records and
you aren't growing a presence.
PATSY
I made the cover of the Washington
Star. People know who I am.
MCCALL
Maybe so, but they don't care enough to
buy the EP.
PATSY
Goddamn it, I'm out there singin' what
you want me to sing and you're tellin'
me it ain't workin'. What do I do now?
I need to help mama with her bills.
MCCALL
I'll give you an advance if you sign
a contract extension. 3 c-notes for
one more year. Take it or leave it.
PATSY
Hand me a pen, Hoss.
PATSY (V.O.)
I put out that fire, but I also started
feelin' blue about the whole thing, so I
fell back into the love merry-go-round -
PATSY (V.O.)
I shoulda known better meetin' a man on
Friday the 13th.
CHARLIE
Excuse me Miss Cline, would you like
to dance?
PATSY
Thanks, but I can’t dance while I’m
workin'.
CHARLIE
Hello Patsy, don't seem like you're
working now. Would you like to dance?
PATSY
I am dancing.
CHARLIE
I meant with me.
PATSY
I know what you meant, Hoss.
CHARLIE
The name’s Charlie. Charlie Dick.
PATSY
Nice to meet you, Hoss.
CHARLIE
The name’s--
PATSY
Charlie Dick. I heard it. Ev'rybody
and their mothers heard it. But I
call ev'ryone Hoss.
CHARLIE
Call me Charlie.
PATSY
Fine Charlie, have it your way. But
it’s against policy to dance with the
customers.
LATER
CHARLIE
How 'bout a drink?
PATSY
Can’t drink while I’m workin'...
PATSY
But if you’d like to go outside for a
lil’ fresh air, that’d be nice.
PATSY
Oh I love me this young fella. Have
you seen what he does with his hips?
CHARLIE
The whole country's seen it.
PATSY
Can you imagine how he uses 'em in bed?
CHARLIE
(laughs)
No, I don't think I can. Or want to.
Have you ever seen him perform?
PATSY
Once, at the Opry. The crowd didn’t
take to him, some even booed. Not me,
I loved him right away. Nowadays,
whenever I do Blue Moon of Kentucky, I
do it for him. That's the song he
played 'fore comin' offstage in tears.
CHARLIE
Guess he showed 'em in the end.
PATSY
So Charlie, I hear you're somethin'
of a playboy.
CHARLIE
How did you hear that? We just met.
PATSY
People saw you comin' to me and, well,
you know how it is - word travels in
Winchester...
CHARLIE
Faster than a cat lapping chain
lightning, it seems. So what now?
PATSY
Nothin', I was just curious.
CHARLIE
What else were you curious about?
PATSY
Well, I'd like to know what you do
for a livin' aside from pickin’ up
gals at Honky Tonks...
CHARLIE
I’m a linotype operator down at the
Winchester Star.
PATSY
(giving him a look)
So you man the hot presses, huh?
CHARLIE
Yes ma'am. Seems like you know a lot
about a lot.
PATSY
You don’t know the half of it.
CHARLIE
Are you an Winchester gal?
PATSY
By way of a lot o' other places.
CHARLIE
How do you mean?
PATSY
My daddy, he came back from the Great
War with an edge to his temper. The
bottle and his first marriage calmed him
down, but he didn't win any lotteries in
life, if ya know what I mean. He lost
his pregnant wife in a car crash and
then those fellas in Wall Street wiped
out his inheritance. Not that you'd know
it. The son of a bitch kept spending on
flashy cars and ritzy homes. By the time
I was old enough to remember things, I
remember us movin' from one big,
abandoned house to the next, just
waitin' for the eviction notices to roll
in. All in all, we moved 19 times. When
I turned 15, daddy hit the road and Mama
and I decided 'twas time to stay put.
CHARLIE
What a pair we are. Your daddy
leaves, mine blows his brains out.
PATSY
My God Charlie, that’s horrible. Why
did he do it?
CHARLIE
No idea. I was in bed with my brothers
when I heard the shot. Went into the
kitchen, found a .22 on his hand and
his brains on the floor. Worst part
fell on mama, who had to clean 'em up
the next morning before breakfast.
For the first time in her life, Patsy doesn't know what to say.
But Charlie isn't looking for pity. He just kinda said it.
CHARLIE
Hell, 'twas for the best. Gave me what I
needed to finally leave that shithole.
PATSY
Seems like we both had to do a whole
lot of growin’ very fast.
CHARLIE
Seems that way. And what do you plan
on doin' with whole that growin’?
PATSY
I’m gonna get myself a music career,
some kids, and a big ol’ house. My
dream house. The house that Vegas
built. What about you?
CHARLIE
Well, first I’m gonna get myself a
Patsy Cline, and then I’m gonna get all
those things alongside her. Hell, I’m
gonna get all those things for her.
PATSY
You’re a sweet talker, ain’t ya?
CHARLIE
If the truth is sweet, then that’s
what I am.
PATSY
Tell me Charlie Dick. That last name
of yours, does it do some growin’ too?
PATSY
Oh Charlie, you’re bigger than life
and twice as hard.
CHARLIE
Think I been searchin' for you all my
life and didn't know it.
PATSY
Still plenty of treasures to dig up,
Hoss. But first thing's first -
(climbs back on top of him)
Ready to go again?
When the song's done, the Krackers take a break. Patsy and
Charlie sit at a table, catching their breaths. Charlie
motions to a WAITRESS for a round of drinks.
PATSY
I like ya Charlie Dick, you're like a
hurricane in pants.
CHARLIE
You're also quite the storm, Patsy.
PATSY
Watch out Winchester, there's a new duo
in town.
CHARLIE
The Outlaw and the Cowgirl.
PATSY
Hah. I like that, Hoss.
CHARLIE
There you go again with the Hoss.
CHARLIE
Thanks darlin'.
PATSY
Ya know Charlie, I like dancin', but
I looove singin'.
CHARLIE
You're really serious about your
music, ain't ya?
PATSY
Oh yeah. I 'member havin' stars shinin'
in my eyes when I first saw Shirley
Temple dance in a movie. I was 2, maybe
3. Went home that night and started tap
dancin' and didn't stop until mama put
me in a competition. Soon as I won it, I
got bored of dancin' and quit. When I
was 7, my parents bought me a lil' piano
and some lessons. Teacher said I had a
gift. And what do I do? I go 'n' quit
after 2 weeks.
(she leans in)
But when I started singin', Charlie, I
knew straight away there wouldn't be any
quittin'. You know why? 'Cause when I
sing, I know I'm doin' what the good
Lord put me on his green Earth to do.
When somethin's bigger than you, you
don't have a choice, you just do it.
CHARLIE
You know it's a hard business-- long
hours, cramped jalopies with sweaty,
fartin' men, roach-roamin’ motels
with broken beds...
PATSY
I know.
CHARLIE
And that house of yours - the one Vegas
built - that ain’t gonna come easy.
PATSY
I know.
CHARLIE
And kids--
PATSY
Charlie, I know.
CHARLIE
That's right, I forgot you know a lot
about a lot. Well, do you know about
my musical ear too?
PATSY
What about your musical ear?
CHARLIE
It’s special. Like a golden receiver.
PATSY
You sure you don't mean golden
retriever?
CHARLIE
Laugh all ya want, but I’d keep me
around if I were you.
PATSY
Maybe I will, Charlie. Maybe I will...
MCCALL
Patsy, we’re not selling records.
PATSY
I know, ‘cause I ain’t gettin' checks.
MCCALL
And why do you think that is?
PATSY
It ain’t my voice, I can tell you that
much.
MCCALL
You’re right. But you’re not using it
properly.
PATSY
What do you mean?
MCCALL
You’re not a country singer, Patsy.
PATSY
(offended to her core)
Of course I’m a country singer.
MCCALL
You can sing country, but you ain’t
becomin’ a country star. And that’s a
hard pill you'll have to swallow.
PATSY
Okay, let’s say I swallow it. Then what?
MCCALL
You’ve got the same tear in your voice
that Don Hecht here has in his writing.
MCCALL
He has a song for you.
PATSY
What’s the title?
MCCALL
Walkin’ After Midnight.
PATSY
I don’t like it. Title stinks.
MCCALL
Go on Don, give it a spin.
PATSY
I hate it. I won’t do it.
MCCALL
You’ll do what I want you to do. I’ve
spent a fortune on you and have
nothing to show for it.
PATSY
But it doesn’t have any balls. It’s
just a lil’ ole pop song.
DON HECHT
And you’re nothing but a pop singer
who lives in country.
PATSY
Here’s the thing Mr. Hector without
the O.R. - for 2 years I've sung what
other people wan'ed me to sing and
when it flops I get the blame. Me! It
ain’t fair.
MCCALL
Who ever blamed you, Patsy? We just
didn’t get a hit yet, that’s all.
Don lets Patsy stew for a beat. Then tries a gentler approach.
DON HECHT
Your voice is pure B-flat blues and
this song was made for someone like
you. Just try it. And maybe McCall will
let you pick the B-side.
DON HECHT
Patsy, you have a style that will change
country music forever. I know it.
PATSY
You don’t know shit from Shinola, but
I’ll do this just to prove you wrong.
MCCALL
So we're all set.
PATSY
How about a couple of hundred bucks
for the road?
MCCALL
How about a two-year extension? In
case I’m right and the song hits...
PATSY
That ties me 'till '58. I don’t like
being tied.
MCCALL
You wan’ the bills, you gotta sign on
the dotted line.
Patsy and the BACKING BAND get ready to go. Charlie's in the
control room, beer in hand, charming everyone. Present are
also McCall and Paul Cohen, who tells everyone to--
PAUL COHEN
Shut the hell up!
They begin. Patsy and the band take Walkin' After Midnight at
a slower tempo than the recording we know today. They play it
straight country, beginning with DIN HELMS’s opening riff.
Patsy stays on top of the beat, trying for a driving style,
but she's not pulling it off and stops singing. Paul goes to
speak, but McCall gestures that he's got it -
MCCALL
What's the matter, Patsy?
PATSY
I can’t stand this song. It’s awful.
MCCALL
We have a deal.
PATSY
Screw you and screw our goddamn deal.
MCCALL
I guess you're not interested in the
Arthur Godfrey show then...
MCCALL
That’s right Patsy, you’re in.
PATSY
You're serious?
MCCALL
As a heart attack. But you gotta do this
song first.
PATSY
Okay okay, let's get this over with.
(to herself; thrilled)
Hot damn, the Arthur Godfrey show.
PATSY (V.O.)
The Arthur Godfrey show was where
talent went to be discovered. It had
a combined radio-TV audience of 82
million people. 82 million, Hoss! I
was ready to hallelujah the county.
ARTHUR GODFREY
And here, through your kindness, Miss
Patsy Cline -
And still, Patsy FREEZES. And when she does, she gets a--
FLASH - Young Patsy (14) lays in her bed, reading the back of
one of her country records. Sam walks in with a look in his
eyes. Closes the door behind him.
Patsy shakes it off. She was born for this moment. This is
her big break and she's determined to take it.
ARTHUR GODFREY
You are the most innocent, most nervous,
most truthful and honest performer I've
ever seen. There’s surely stardust on
you, Patsy Cline!
PATSY (V.O.)
After that, I took off, Hoss. Like a
rocket ship -
RITZY NIGHTCLUB
Patsy and Charlie dance and drink champagne.
CHARLIE PATSY
Here's to you, cowgirl.
Right back atchya, outlaw.
TV STUDIO - VARIOUS
Patsy does SPECIAL GUEST spots on Bob Crosby’s Variety Show;
the Alan Freed Show; the Western Ranch Party with Tex Ritter.
JOLTIN' JACK
That was Calvin Coolidge singing Patsy
Cline. Was it better or worse? Let's go
to the phones and find out. Go ahead
caller, you're on -
MCCALL
I don't like being sold a crystal and
told it's a diamond. There's nothing
like a Patsy Cline record, so let's
just hear some Patsy Cline.
RESTAURANT
Patsy finalizes the DIVORCE with Gerald and celebrates with
plenty of champagne alongside Charlie and Connie.
SPECIALTY BOUTIQUE
Patsy and Connie are out shopping. Connie can't afford
anything, but Patsy puts a few dresses on her tab.
MOOSE LOUNGE
Patsy and Charlie watch Bill Peer and the Melody Boys. When
the band takes a break, Bill sees Patsy and they exchange a
long look. It's broken up by Bill’s new wife, who gives him
a big wet one. Patsy smiles, happy for him.
POOL HALL
Charlie keeps LOSING MONEY on a pool game.
MUSIC SHOP
A CLERK cuts open a box with copies of Patsy's first studio
album, self-titled PATSY CLINE. He displays it on the window
and reverses the "CLOSED" sign. FAN after FAN walks in and
snags a copy.
PATSY'S SCRAPBOOK
Getting fuller and fuller with newspaper clippings, diary
entries, and photos...
PATSY
Ain't life grand, Charlie Dick?
CHARLIE
Nothin' makes me happier than havin'
you at home, cookin' up a storm. We
should do more of it.
PATSY
We should. Only, don't ya think it's
time we do it in a bigger house?
BRICK HOUSE
Patsy and Charlie move in into a two-story BRICK HOUSE.
Smiles all around. This is a good time in their lives.
BACKSTAGE - VARIOUS
Patsy’s hugged, kissed, congratulated, given flowers. It’s
Patsy’s world and everybody else just lives in it.
PATSY (V.O.)
It was a whirlwind, Hoss, and it made
me eager to live life in a new way.
PATSY (V.O.)
But before I could do that, I had to
close a chapter from my past -
Patsy walks into a room that smells like death. On the bed,
Sam, as frail as Patsy was when she had the bout with rheumatic
fever. Patsy stops to take in this image. Sam senses someone in
the room -
SAM
W-who's there?
PATSY
It's me daddy. It's Ginny.
SAM
G-ginny? I never thought I'd--
PATSY
Neither did I. But I figured I'd look
ya in the eye one last time, see if I
find anythin' worth rememberin'.
Sam says nothing. Patsy sits next to him and there's a moment
of silence. Then--
SAM
Heard ya on the radio the other day.
You have a voice on you lil' girl.
PATSY
That I do, daddy. It's the only thing
you gave me worth any damn.
SAM
...I know. Listen, I've been doin' a
lot of thinkin'--
PATSY
You can stop right there. We're way
past the thinkin' and the regrettin'.
PATSY
You're a world class son of a bitch,
daddy. But I came here to forgive
you. I wan' you to go in peace.
PATSY (V.O.)
Finally, a new chapter could begin -
PATSY (V.O.)
That’s right, Hoss. I got hitched again.
Can you blame me? Look at Charlie. He’s
all man. The only one in my life.
Sam Jr. walks Patsy down the aisle and gives her away to an
expectant Charlie, who's in a beige suit with a colorful tie
and suede shoes. The Priest does his spiel and Patsy and
Charlie kiss, sealing their union. Everybody CHEERS and throws
rice as we CUT TO:
CONNIE
Why the different bowls?
CHARLIE'S BROTHER
This one doesn't have any alcohol.
Nobody in the Dick family drinks.
'Cept for Charlie of course, who does
the drinkin' for all of us -
CHARLIE'S BROTHER
That man adores you, Patsy, but be
careful... he wasn’t really born, he
was squeezed out of a bartender’s rag.
PATSY (V.O.)
Charlie satisfied all my wanton
desires. Yessir, there was quite a
bit of life in my man.
PATSY (V.O.)
But our love was complicated. When
there’s so much passion between two
people, things can get out of hand -
PATSY
How many times do I have to tell ya,
my music comes first.
CHARLIE
You’re a wife now. You have
responsibilities and I want you to
fulfill 'em.
PATSY
You’ve seen me do it. It ain’t hard.
Just pick up a pan and throw the
steak in it.
PATSY
You don't tell me what to do.
CHARLIE
I don’t want you to go up on that stage.
PATSY
I’ve got to, or I don’t get paid.
CHARLIE
Don’t worry about that. I can take
care of you.
PATSY
Oh yeah, you have a business with
Rockefeller I don't know about?
CHARLIE
Don't you disrespect me in front of
everyone!
PATSY
Get off it, Charlie. You makin' a scene.
CHARLIE
I don’t want you in the business. You
oughta be home like the other wives.
PATSY
(letting go of him)
Well, I'm not like the other wives,
am I?
CONNIE
Folks, up next we have my friend and
the best singer east of Nevada - Ms.
Patsy Cline.
The crowd gives her a big hand. Patsy starts walking, but
Charlie stops her.
CHARLIE
You’ll do as I say.
PATSY
You must be confusin' me with someone
who gives a good goddamn about what
you say.
And just like that, Charlie pours his beer all over Patsy.
Soaking her. Thinking this will do the trick. Patsy smirks -
PATSY
I hope to hell you don’t think that’s
gonna stop me.
PATSY
Hiya folks! Hope you like your singers
in a horn-tossin' mood and lookin'
like hell with ev'ryone out to lunch.
PATSY (O.S.)
I gotta lay off mama's country ham,
or I'll never find pants big enough
to fit my caboose.
CONNIE
Get off it Pat, you always look like
a million bucks.
PATSY
You were sayin'...
CONNIE
Okay, so you put on a few pounds. You
ask me, they agree with you.
PATSY
What's goin' on? You look as happy as
a dead pig in the sunshine.
CONNIE
I've met me a man.
PATSY
You did? Tell me ev'rythin'.
CONNIE
He plays the steel guitar and ain't
half bad. And Patsy, he's a looker.
PATSY
(teasing)
How's his longhorn?
CONNIE
(smiles)
Long.
PATSY
That's my girl.
CONNIE
That ain't all the news fit to print. We
decided to partner up and went on a
audition for Don Pierce over at Starday.
(bursting with excitement)
He gave us a contract.
PATSY
(lighting up)
Oh Connie, I'm so happy for you.
PATSY
Here's what we're gonna do-- I'm gonna
buy ya a couple of fancy dresses, and
then we're gonna get us some steaks
with sizzlin' butter, mashed potatoes,
creamed spinach, and gravy.
CONNIE
I like the plan, but-- ain't you
worried about the extra pounds??
PATSY
Screw it, I'll lose 'em on the road.
Patsy puts her arm around Connie and takes her to see dresses.
PATSY (V.O.)
We celebrated alright, but don't go
poppin' the champagne just yet. Those
singles Connie recorded didn't cut the
mustard and she went back on the grind.
At least that man of hers stayed put.
Wish I could say the same 'bout mine -
POKER PLAYER
So how’s the wife, Charlie?
CHARLIE
On the road.
POKER PLAYER
Shouldn’t you be takin' care of her
instead of bein’ here losin' money?
CHARLIE
She can take care of herself. And I
ain’t losin’.
POKER PLAYER
You sure about that?
CHARLIE
You're a fuckin' cheater!
POKER PLAYER
No chief, I beat you fair 'n' square.
CHARLIE
Like hell you did. I'm not paying a
dime, you double-dealing hick.
Patsy's TOO MANY SECRETS plays. Patsy, looking beat from the
tour, parks her Cadillac behind a car she doesn't recognize.
CHARLIE
Patsy, honey, hold on a minute.
CHARLIE
Goddamn it woman, stop it. I don't ask
what you do on the road.
PATSY
I sing my ass off so I can put food on
our table. That's what I do on the road.
PATSY
Get the fuck out of my home.
Patsy grabs whatever her hand can reach. Finds a LAMP. Throws
it. Hits the Floozy.
FLOOZY
Hey!
Patsy goes after her and *literally* kicks her out. With
each kick in the butt, a--
PATSY
Out! Out! Out!
CHARLIE
What's gotten into you!?
PATSY
You can get the fuck out too!
CHARLIE
It's my house.
PATSY
Not tonight, it ain't. Tonight, I'm
takin' out all the trash.
She chases Charlie out the door and shuts it in his face.
And now, a complete 180. Patsy and Charlie are in the tub,
having drinks, all lovey-dovey.
PATSY
You know what I'm in the mood for?
CHARLIE
What's that honey?
PATSY
A cheeseburger. Bloody. Straight from
the cow to the grill.
PATSY
Where are you goin'?
CHARLIE
To kill a cow and cook you a fat,
juicy burger.
PATSY
Come here.
CHARLIE
What? Don't wan' the burger no more?
PATSY
Just come here.
CHARLIE
Oh honey, there ain't a single soul
out there like you. I love ya, and I
love ya lots.
PATSY
I love you too, Charlie Dick.
CHARLIE
I wan’ you to promise me somethin'. I
wan' you to promise our love will never
fade. No matter what happens.
PATSY
I promise, Charlie. Our love ain't
ever gonna fade.
They kiss softly, and then kiss some more and we CUT TO:
CONNIE
Okay, 'nuff with your sulkin'. What's
the matter?
PATSY
Goddamn it, Connie - I’m pregnant!
CONNIE
(lighting up)
That’s wonderful news, Pat.
PATSY
Wonderful? It’s terrible!
CONNIE
You’ve gotta be kiddin'. Everything’s
going great guns for you.
PATSY
Yeah, here I am comin' off a hit
record and I go and get myself knocked
up! I won’t be able to go on the road
or do TV. It’s gonna tie me down.
CONNIE
Frothin' at the mouth ain’t gonna help
any. Just wait and see, life's long
and full of salesmanship. You'll
change your tune.
PATSY
But it’s different now. Before, I was
so consumed with singin', I didn’t care
if I made a livin' or not. With a bun
in the oven, that won't slice it.
CONNIE
What about the money from the Arthur
Godfrey show?
PATSY
Spent it.
CONNIE
And the royalties from Walkin'?
PATSY
(shakes her head)
Connie, I'm so broke I can’t afford
to pay attention.
CONNIE
I don't understand. The song's a hit.
Why ain't you gettin' your due?
PATSY
That's a good goddamn question.
Patsy opens the mailbox and goes through her mail. A letter
from 4-STAR RECORDS stands out.
Sitting at the table, Patsy opens the letter. It’s long and
full of legalese. And at the bottom, a dollar figure with a
minus in front of it. Charlie walks in kitchen, beer in hand.
CHARLIE
What's that?
PATSY
Hell if I know. I need a law degree
to read it. Here, you try it -
CHARLIE
Well, if we can't understand it, I'd say
that sumabitch is robbin' you blind.
PATSY
I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind.
MCCALL
As you can see, I deducted the expenses
and calculated them against your
royalties. That’s just how it's done.
PATSY
Taxis, phone calls, postage stamps, room
service, even goddamn office pastries...
how come this ain’t provided by you?
MCCALL
I’m not a Salvation Army. I’m runnin’
a business.
PATSY
Only thing you're runnin' is a scheme.
MCCALL
Now hold on a minute. Don't forget
I'm the reason you have a career in
the first place.
PATSY
I didn't. I just don’t like it when
you piss down my back and tell me it’s
rainin'. How many dollars and cents do
I have comin' my way?
MCCALL
None. In fact, you owe me money.
PATSY
I owe you money? Did you forget I have
the number 2 country song in America?
MCCALL
You think it’s cheap to cut records? I
got recording costs, promotion costs,
manufacturing costs. I give you the
royalties that have been promised. The
ones in the contract you signed. You
want more royalties, record more hits.
PATSY
(w/ a nasty edge)
Well howdy-doo, how didn't I think
about that?
MCCALL
Maybe now you’ll start listening to me.
If you recall, your first and only hit
is the one I had to beg you to record.
PATSY
C'mon McCall, I need money. I have a
baby on the way.
MCCALL
So stop giving everyone what you make
and start saving some.
MCCALL
How much do you need to tie you over?
PATSY
Couple hundred would do.
MCCALL
You know the deal - give me another
year and I'll advance you the money.
PATSY
Tell ya what, you can stick the contract
extension where the sun don't shine.
PATSY (V.O.)
After daddy, McCall was the biggest
son of a bitch I've ever met.
Remember that dinner of ours, after I
signed the contract?
PATSY (V.O.)
He paid for that one, but I paid for
ev'rythin' else since. When it was all
said and done, Walkin' was one of the
top songs in the country and I made
all of 900 goddamn dollars on it.
DON HECHT
There's nothing you can do, Patsy.
The deductions he's making are
immoral, but legal.
PATSY
Is he even makin' money on me?
DON HECHT
A whole lot. McCall realized early on
that the real money is in copyrighting.
Patsy takes her first shot - HITS the target.
DON HECHT
He buys songs from down 'n' out writers
for 25 or 30 bucks, then hires a pro to
doctor ‘em and puts his name on it. And
get this-- he uses the pseudonym W.S.
Stevenson.
DON HECHT
That's a mix of Shakespeare and R.L.
Stevenson, the cocky bastard. He also
includes stipulations in the contracts
that his artists can only record songs
he has the publishing rights to.
PATSY
(lightbulb moment)
That's why I always recorded the crap
he wan'ed me to.
DON HECHT
That way he makes money from all sides.
PATSY
Is he screwin' you on Walkin' too?
DON HECHT
No, thank God. I'd already written it
with Alan Block for Kitty Wells.
PATSY
So how come he allowed me to do it?
DON HECHT
You weren't getting hits. If Walkin'
worked, people would start buying
your other songs, the songs with his
name on it. Which is exactly what's
happenin' now.
PATSY
I put in the work and ev'rybody else
makes the money. It ain't fair.
PATSY
Shit! I'm sorry, Hoss. Here, another
dime for your troubles.
As the Stand Worker protests, Patsy and Don leave the scene.
PATSY
So what can I do Don? How do I get
outta this hellhole?
DON HECHT
You don't. Only thing you can do is
wait out your contract.
PATSY (V.O.)
The next couple of months felt like
pissin' up a rope. I was tired and
anxious for a change -
VARIOUS SHOTS
PATSY (V.O.)
Still, something wonderful happened -
PATSY (V.O.)
My baby girl was born.
PATSY (V.O.)
Ain’t Julie a beaut? For the first time
in my life, I felt like a real woman.
Like I had a piece of myself out in the
world.
PATSY (V.O.)
This was a period of bliss in my
relationship with Charlie. 'Cause he got
what he wanted-- I became a housewife.
PATSY (V.O.)
But the whole act didn’t stick. I got
tired of cleanin' asses. I needed to
go back out there and use the gift the
Good Lord gave me.
The car's packed to the brim with bags and suitcases. Charlie
drives, while Patsy rides shotgun. Julie's in the back cozying
it up in a baby-seat.
PATSY (V.O.)
If I was serious about havin' a future
in country music, I had to stop messin’
around and move to Nashville. That’s
where ev'rybody who was somebody was.
And I still wanted to be a somebody.
“WELCOME TO NASHVILLE”
All streets lead to Broadway, where COUNTRY STARS and FANS mix
at TOOTSIE’S ORCHID LOUNGE, Ernest Tubb’s Record Shop,
Linebaugh’s Cafeteria, and other hillbilly palaces. We also
see the explosion of commerce that is 4TH Ave with its hotels,
liquor shops, and department stores.
PATSY (V.O.)
The fresh start came with a new manager
and a new contract with Decca. Finally
I could say 'farewell to you Bill
McCall, you deceitful son of a bitch' -
INSERT - Patsy's last meet with McCall, telling him to shove it.
Patsy sits between RANDY HUGHES (29) and OWEN BRADLEY (44).
They knock back shots of hard liquor in what looks like an
enthusiastic celebration.
PATSY (V.O.)
You already met the fella with the
beard, Randy, the one with the plane.
The suit to the left is Owen Bradley,
who replaced Paul Cohen as A&R chief at
Decca. That day, we were celebratin' my
fulfillin' a life-long dream -
PATSY (V.O.)
I became a permanent member of the Opry.
I was feelin' that for the first time in
my life I was headed somewhere that
meant somethin'...
FARON YOUNG
Guess today just ain't my day.
Charlie slams down his beer and gets into position. Looks at
the white ball, then at the eight-ball. Charlie goes for it
and... misses. Faron grins and hits he simple tap in. Irate,
Charlie BREAKS the pool cue in half.
FARON YOUNG
Make all the fuss you wan’, but you
gonna pay Charlie Dick. Or I’ll go get
the money from your wife.
CHARLIE
Fuck you Faron, I'll pay your goddamn
money. I'll cut you a check right now.
FARON YOUNG
I guess you better.
Charlie reaches into his pocket and grabs his check book.
PATSY
Hey Faron, your barn door’s open and
the mule’s tryin' to run.
PATSY
What's doin', Hoss? You look madder
than a wet hen.
FARON YOUNG
Just came from the bank. This here
$50 check-- (shows it) it bounced.
PATSY
You can’t let the son of a bitch get
away with it.
FARON YOUNG
That sumabitch is Charlie.
(Patsy does a spit take)
I won the pool game fair 'n' square
Patsy and I wanna get paid.
PATSY
You’re a real class act. You know
Charlie can’t play for shit.
FARON YOUNG
He shouldn’t be bettin’ then.
Patsy reaches in her purse and pulls out $50 in several bills.
PATSY
Here - take your $50, goddamn you.
PATSY
You ever write a bad check again and
don’t pay your bills like you’re
supposed to, Imma cut your balls off.
CHARLIE
Calm down, it was just 50 bucks.
PATSY
My 50 bucks. You wanna bet on pool
games, use your own goddamn money.
CHARLIE
Did your forget? What's yours is
mine, honey.
PATSY
(scoffs; even madder)
At least before you were a money-owin'
bum but fucked me once in a while. Now
you're just a good-for-nothin' bum. I
keep layin' in bed, wantin' and waitin'
but you don't fulfill your manly duties.
CHARLIE
Just keep on waitin’ and maybe one of
these days I’ll come a-knockin’.
PATSY
You son of a bitch!
CHARLIE
Can't even do that right.
PATSY
Screw you, Charlie! I been forgivin’
and forgettin’ but I'm gettin' fed
up. I have half a mind to leave you.
CHARLIE
(laughs insanely)
Honey, we both know you ain't goin'
nowhere. But here's an idea-- how
about you use some of that energy to
record a hit? You sure could use one.
PATSY (V.O.)
Charlie was a no-good waste of space,
but he was right about one thing-- I
needed a hit.
PATSY
I hate this song. I won't do it.
OWEN BRADLEY
Why not?
PATSY
I told you, I hate it.
OWEN BRADLEY
You also hated Walkin’.
PATSY
Walkin' wasn’t turned down by Brenda
Lee and Roy Drusky. I don’t want sloppy
seconds. I wanna do Lovin’ in Vain.
OWEN BRADLEY
What if I do ya a deal-- you record
Pieces and I let you do Vain.
PATSY
Been down that road with McCall. I don't
like where I ended up.
OWEN BRADLEY
I'm not McCall, Patsy, you know that.
We do things by the book 'round here.
PATSY
Okay Hoss, I'll try it. But I wanna do
it my way.
OWEN BRADLEY
Can't promise you that.
PATSY
It's my voice.
OWEN BRADLEY
And I know how to make the most out of
it. Let's just give it a go, I have a
real good feeling about this one.
OWEN BRADLEY
No no no. This is a poignant ballad.
It requires Patsy Cline, the
spellbinder - the weaver of magic -,
not Patsy Cline, the belter.
(Patsy doesn't love this)
Just trust me on this one.
LATER
Patsy's doing the song, this time the way Bradley wants it.
Everybody’s really into it. Touched by the depths of her
contralto voice. Then - almost at the end - Patsy throws in
some OOOOHS and some AAAAHS and Owen LOSES IT -
OWEN BRADLEY
What the hell are you doing? You
almost had me in tears, and then you
let in the goddamn clowns.
PATSY
Watch the way you talk to me, Hoss.
OWEN BRADLEY
Patsy, with all due respect, your
training comes from stages in the Moose
Lodge circuit. You’re a performer, not
a musician.
PATSY
Hoss, with all due respect, shove it.
OWEN BRADLEY
(getting agitated)
That’s nice. Okay, Imma serve you a dose
of the truth. You ready? ...
(MORE)
PATSY
What ifs ain’t gonna get us fed.
OWEN BRADLEY
And that's what I'm trying to tell ya--
I hear you, Patsy Cline. I hear your
voice. I know you know what your public
wants, but I wanna give 'em what they
don’t yet know they want. You wanna make
money, you wanna be famous? I'm offerin'
you that, but you gotta stop being so
damn stubborn and do what I tell you.
HANK COCHRAN
Patsy, hear Owen out. The way you're
singing, it's better than I've ever
imagined. We really got something here.
OWEN BRADLEY
All I ask is one take the way I want
it, Patsy. Then we can try it your way.
PATSY
(sighs)
One take, Hoss.
Patsy, Owen, Hank, and the SOUND ENGINEER listen to the tail
end of the Pieces playback. Recorded the way Owen wanted it.
And it’s absolutely beautiful. We can HEAR Patsy getting into
the groove, caressing the lyrics and the melody so tenderly
that it feels like satin. Hank even fights back stubborn
tears, genuinely moved by Patsy's rendition of his lyrics.
When the song's done, Owen turns to Patsy -
OWEN BRADLEY
So. What do you think?
PATSY
I think I’ve found out who I am and
what we been lookin' for.
OWEN BRADLEY
What do you mean?
PATSY
We don’t have to search for my
identity anymore. This is it.
OWEN BRADLEY
...so I was right?
PATSY
Hoss, you were righter than right.
OWEN BRADLEY
(scoff-chuckles)
You know Patsy, I’d hate you if I
didn’t like you so damn much.
PATSY
Pieces is climbin' the charts. It's
gonna be a hit.
OWEN BRADLEY
Lookin' like it.
PATSY
How about an advance?
OWEN BRADLEY
Let's have a hit first.
PATSY
Owen, the finance company is gonna
repo my car. I’m about to lose the
ice box. Help me out.
OWEN BRADLEY
What do you do with your money?
PATSY
I support my family.
OWEN BRADLEY
You mean, you enable your husband's bad
habits...
PATSY
Hold it right there, Hoss. Don’t talk
about Charlie.
OWEN BRADLEY
Face it, he’s a drunk and a gambler
and he’s bleeding you dry.
PATSY
He’s the father of my child.
OWEN BRADLEY
I know, but--
PATSY
Look Owen, you go to your church and I
go to mine.
OWEN BRADLEY
You're right. I'm sorry.
PATSY
Already forgotten. So how about that
advance?
OWEN BRADLEY
I'll give you some money, but you
better keep performing.
PATSY
I’ll perform, Hoss. And I’ll knock
their socks off. Just you wait. They'll
be linin' up to buy the record -
The Pieces single flies off the shelf until it's sold out.
PATSY'S SCRAPBOOK
PATSY
I'll make it simple. No dough, no show.
PROMOTER
Patsy, please, I can’t come up with
the money right away, but I’ll send
it over as soon as I can.
PATSY
Hear that, Hoss. They’re waitin’...
PROMOTER
Just do one song. I’ll pay you later.
You have my word.
PATSY
Folks, we’ve been workin' for this
Promoter and ain't been paid yet.
Country folks have to eat too. I’m sorry
to say but as much as we love you, we
just can’t perform for you tonight.
PATSY
I still have two weeks on the tour. I
can't just leave.
CHARLIE
Call Connie and tell her to come
babysit. I need a night out.
PATSY
And drink away the money I'm bustin'
my ass to make? You got another thing
comin' Charlie Dick.
CHARLIE
Don't you miss your children?
PATSY
How dare you? I'm sacrificin' ev'rythin'
for them.
CHARLIE
Don't hang your hat on it, honey. This
music thing is all for you. You can't do
without it.
PATSY
Don't you wan' a better life, Charlie? A
nicer car? A bigger house? Maybe a trip
somewhere hot? My voice will give us
that, but I gotta do what I gotta do.
CHARLIE
Just ain't right for me to always be
stuck at home. I'm goin' crazy.
Patsy sees the Promoter running back with two grocery sacks
filled with crisp dollar bills.
PATSY
For chrissakes Charlie, you're a
father. Act like one.
PATSY
That's more like it, Hoss.
(to the Musicians)
Somebody make sure it’s all there.
CHARLIE
Let's see that list, honey.
Julie hands it. Charlie clocks it, then scans the canned foods.
CHARLIE
Tuna... tuna... tuna...
Finds it. Grabs a handful of cans and throws them in the cart.
That's when he notices a MAN up ahead, looking through whiskey
options. A Man Charlie doesn't want to be seen by.
MAN
Charlie Dick, is that you?
CHARLIE
Hey Joe. What's going on?
JOE
I could ask ya the same. You do the
shoppin' now?
CHARLIE
Patsy's on the road.
JOE
You scrubbin' the commodes too?
CHARLIE
When I have to.
JOE
Goddam Charlie, what has that woman
done to you?
JOE
You checked your balls lately? Still
anything there, or did Patsy take 'em
on the road as well?
CHARLIE
You're out of line, Joe. If you have
a problem, we can take it outside.
JOE
Whoa, calm down Charlie, I'm just
razzin' ya a lil'. I think it's great
whatchya doin'. Very progressive.
CHARLIE
Yeah. I gotta go. I'll see ya at work.
Charlie grabs Julie by the hand and pushes the stroller. Joe
grins, endlessly amused.
JOE
Take it easy, Mr. Cline.
JOE
Look who it is. Mr. Cline.
CHARLIE
Careful now, Joe.
WORKER #2
I thought you quit.
CHARLIE
Don't go thinking too much. Your
brain can't handle it.
WORKER #2
Oh yeah, so where have you been?
Cleanin' asses and breastfeeding?
CHARLIE
Hey, shut your goddamn mouth!
JOE
Hold your horses, Charlie, he didn't
mean nothin' by it. Just that not
every man would be confident enough
to be the woman of the house.
The boys CRACK UP. Charlie starts brewing a real bad temper.
CHARLIE
I'm warnin' ya. All y'all. Stop this!
JOE
Okay Charlie. Okay.
(beat; then--)
Just one more thing - did Patsy force
you to get on your knees and suck her
pecker before she let you back to work?
CHARLIE LOSES IT. LUNGES at Joe and CLOCKS HIM. Worker 2 tries
to restrain him, gets an elbow to the face instead. Blood
starts flowing from his broken nose. Joe punches Charlie in the
stomach, more WORKERS flock to them, and now we have a BRAWL...
PATSY
What the hell happened to you? Where
are the kids?
CHARLIE
No "hi Charlie"... no "how was your
day honey"... You just walk in and
start interrogating me like you're
the goddamn Spanish inquisition.
PATSY
You have a steak in your eye and I
don't see my kids anywhere... But
you're right, I should be worried
about pleasantries.
CHARLIE
Don't give me sass. I'm not in the
fuckin' mood.
PATSY
(firmer)
Where are my kids, Charlie?
CHARLIE
With Connie.
PATSY
And why's that?
CHARLIE
'Cause I wanted some goddamn peace
and quiet, that's why.
PATSY
Don't worry, you'll get it.
(re: the shattered glass)
After you clean up this mess.
CHARLIE
Told you I'm not in the goddamn mood.
You want that cleaned, you clean it
yourself.
PATSY
You feelin' more like a man now? Is
this what it takes?
This isn't like before. Like when Patsy stroke back. This
time, Charlie's anger paralyzes her. Patsy's never scared, but
she's scared now... As Charlie unbuckles his belt, we CUT TO:
LATER
Patsy's all swollen and bruised, drained from her usual joie
de vivre. She drags on a cigarette as she stares at the
telephone. She stares and stares and eventually... she picks
up the receiver and makes a call. CUT TO:
POLICE OFFICER
Did Mr. Dick hit you ma’am?
PATSY
Somebody did, Hoss.
POLICE OFFICER
Do you want to press charges?
PATSY
No. Just make sure he cools down and
sobers up before you send him back.
PATSY
That was a fun day, wasn'it?
CONNIE
Best wedding I've ever been to.
PATSY
Nobody can accuse Charlie and I of
not knowing how to have a good time.
CONNIE
I just worry about the rest...
PATSY
The best of marriages are born of
compromise. Enhancin' one aspect
often means sacrificin' another.
CONNIE
That's true. But neither of you ever
compromise. And way I see it, you're
the one makin' all the sacrifices.
PATSY
We make it work.
CONNIE
Make it work? Have you looked at
yourself in the mirror? You're all
black and blue, Pat. It ain't normal.
PATSY
He's a part of me, Connie. As much as
my hands or my voice are a part of
me. I couldn't shake him if I wanted
to. I'd feel... amputated.
CONNIE
I don’t get it. You’re the strongest
gal I know. You don’t take crap from
anyone. Why do you let Charlie treat
you like this?
PATSY
I’m gonna tell ya somethin’, Connie.
Somethin' I’ve never told anyone.
Including mama. So this goes to the
grave with you. You hear me?
CONNIE
Of course Pat, cross my heart.
PATSY
You know about my daddy, right? He was
a son of a bitch, an awful man. But
he - well... he was also my first.
CONNIE
...first what?
SAM
Say Ginny, you’re a very special
girl, you know that? And you’re
growing up so fast. You’re nothing
like the other girls your age.
PATSY
You think so, daddy?
SAM
Oh yes I do.
SAM
A very special girl.
BACK TO PRESENT
PATSY
The worst part was... I-I...
PATSY
I felt somethin' when it happened.
Something that ain't bad.
(MORE)
PATSY (cont'd)
It’s horrible to say, I know, but just
'cause I was young, it don't mean I was
innocent. But the guilt, Connie, it
followed me. It’s still with me today,
right here -
CONNIE
My God, that’s horrible. You poor thing.
PATSY
Don't do that. Don't pity me. Whatever
I deserve, I deserve.
CONNIE
But you don't deserve it.
PATSY
I do.
CONNIE
Now you listen to me, Pat. Your daddy
wasn't the only son of a bitch around.
(Patsy's shocked)
Oh yeah. I reported him to the sheriff
and testified in court against him.
He's gonna die in prison 'cause that's
what he deserves.
Connie grabs Patsy's hand and then delivers, with all the
empathy in the world--
CONNIE
But you-- you did nothin' wrong, Pat. You
were young and confused and you should've
never been put in that position. I know
you, and I know you have the heart the
size of a wheelbarrow. It's time you use
it on yourself. 'Cause that's what I
learned, no amount of givin' is gonna
ever fill you up.
PATSY
Don't worry. I can live with it. And I
can live with Charlie. As long as I have
my music, I can live with all of it...
CONNIE
I'm worried Charlie might just go and
kill you one day.
PATSY
That’s not how I go. I know that much.
JUNE 14, 1961. Patsy and her brother Sam Jr. walk out the
shopping center and head towards Patsy's Cadillac.
PATSY
...it's such a magical place. You’ll
love the Opry, Sam.
SAM JR.
I bet. Mama and Sylvia Mae are buzzin'
too. They been yappin' about the show
all week.
PATSY
We better get goin’. I don’t like the
look o’that.
The problem comes when the road goes up another hill and TWO
CARS on the other side are coming straight at the Cadillac -
GUNS HER CAR and makes her move. But there's no time. No
space. She FLOORS IT and before Sam Jr. can let out a
WARNING SCREAM--
PATSY GOES THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD AND BACK, cutting her face
in a horrific way. Her scalp just about peels off of her head.
Sam doesn't go flying, but is brutally HIT by pieces of STEEL
and IRON.
Right away, cars screech to halt and their DRIVERS rush out to
help. Find the Reckless Woman DEAD, bleeding over the steering
wheel. Then move to the Cadillac where they find Patsy and Sam
unconscious. Also bleeding. Alive, but in bad shape.
RECEPTIONIST
Your wife's at the care of Dr. Evans.
He'll come talk to you when he can.
CONNIE (O.S.)
Charlie!
CONNIE
I heard the news on the radio and
rushed over to the scene.
CHARLIE
Is she gonna be okay?
CONNIE
(stuttering)
It ain’t good, Charlie. I don’t know
what’s goin' on, but what I saw-- it
ain’t good.
CONNIE
And Sam? Her brother?
CONNIE
We’ll keep the faith, Charlie. We'll
pray and keep the faith.
B.P. NURSE
Her B.P.'s going down, Dr. Evans.
We're losing her.
CHARLIE
Something's wrong. They shouldn't be
takin' so long.
CONNIE
It's 'cause Pat doesn’t go down
without a fight.
CONNIE
Charlie, I gotta say somethin'. When
this is over, things gotta change.
CHARLIE
(filled w/ regret)
I know.
CONNIE
Patsy's suffered enough. She deserves
better. If you can't give her that,
then you need to let her go.
Charlie's about to speak when Dr. Evans comes through the "NO
ACCESS" doors. Approaches and makes no suspense -
CONNIE
She will. I know my friend doc. She
ain't goin' nowhere.
CHARLIE
Oh God, I don't know what I'd do
without her.
The hours are getting on. It's just Charlie, Connie, and
Randy (manager) now. Sitting in silence. A bundle of nerves.
An OPRY SINGER walks up to Charlie.
OPRY SINGER
Excuse me Charlie, I’m a friend of
Patsy's from the Opry. I just wan'ed
to let ya know that a few of us are
waitin' outside. Prayin' for her.
CHARLIE
Tell 'em to come in. They can wait here.
OPRY SINGER
That won't do.
CHARLIE
Why not?
OPRY SINGER
Well... Come with me.
PATSY
(struggling through)
Please, not yet... I ain't afraid of
goin', but not yet.
(struggle intensifies)
You gimme time, I'll be better. More
devoted. I'll--
Patsy can't muster any more words. Hurts too much. After a
beat, she dozes off...
NEXT MORNING
CHARLIE
Yes, it's me honey.
CHARLIE
Don’t speak. Rest.
PATSY
Jesus was here. Ain't my time yet.
CHARLIE
Okay honey, okay.
CHARLIE
God Patsy, I'm so sorry. I don’t want
to lose you... I can't lose you... I--
Patsy snaps her eyes open and immediately pain crashes through
her. Lets out a groan of despair, waking up a sleeping Charlie.
CHARLIE
Are you okay? Do you want me to call
the doctor?
PATSY
I can take it.
CHARLIE
(makes a motion to get up)
I think I better--
PATSY
Will you just stay put?
CHARLIE
Pats, I-I-- I'm sorry.
PATSY
Me too. I should've divorced you a
long time ago.
CHARLIE
Don't say that. I know I haven't been
the best husband, but-- I love you.
And I know you love me too.
PATSY
What's love got to do with it?
CHARLIE
(committed)
No more drinking. I promise.
PATSY
I'll believe it when I see it. But I
tell ya this-- all I gotta do is pick
up the phone and this whole marriage is
done in less than 3 months.
CHARLIE
I understand. You have my word.
DAYS LATER
PATSY
Well, I’ll be damned, this gal sang
my song and dedicated it to me. Who
is she Charlie?
CHARLIE
Think the name's Loretta.
PATSY
Why don’t you go down to Tubbs’s shop
and tell her I'd like to meet her?
LATER
LORETTA
My goodness, all the florists in this
here town must be sold out.
(Patsy turns to her)
Hiya Patsy. I’m Loretta Lynn. It's a
great pleasure to meet ya.
PATSY
Please Loretta, no more, it hurts and
I'm gonna break my stitches.
PATSY (V.O.)
From the very first moment, Loretta and
I talked a mile a minute. I was
bandaged up pretty good but couldn’t
stop laughin' up a storm. That’s the
sign of a great friend, which is what I
found in Loretta.
PATSY
I tell ya mama, the pain’s so
unbearable, sometimes I thank God
when I go to sleep.
(MORE)
PATSY (cont'd)
And when I can’t, I still thank Him
'cause it means I’m alive enough to
be awake.
MRS. HENSLEY
The good Lord took you and sent you
back. He's not done with you yet.
PATSY
It's cause he still wan's me to sing.
Some people hope and die with their
song still in 'em. I ain't gonna let
that happen.
MRS. HENSLEY
I know you won't, Ginny. But you
gotta rest now. Doctor says you'll
need crutches for 6 months. Can’t
even put your leg on the floor for 3.
PATSY
But I can still sing, mama. And mark my
words, I’m gonna do it as soon as I can.
PATSY
Thank you folks. I'd like to say
somethin' before I go.
(the crowd settles down)
I used to think happiness was a product
of my earnin's matchin' my yearnin's.
But when I was in that hospital bed,
all I could think about was bein' in
this stage singin' for you. You give me
life. Hell, you brought me back to
life. And for that, I thank you from
the bottom of my heart.
CONNIE
You know I love ya Pat, but goin' up
after that is unfair.
PATSY
Nah, you go show 'em how it's done.
FARON YOUNG
Some people will do anything to get
applause.
PATSY
No Sheriff, it’s talent and guts
they’re applaudin'.
FARON YOUNG
They can’t help it when you go out
there with those sympathy sticks.
PATSY
Why you jealous son of a bitch! Here,
you take ‘em and you go out there
with ‘em.
FARON YOUNG
Oh no. I wouldn’t want to deprive you.
Your public is demanding you.
Patsy swings a crutch at Faron who barely avoids getting hit.
FARON YOUNG
Jesus Patsy, can’t you take a joke?
CHARLIE
What happened!?
PATSY
That son of a bitch is jealous of me.
CHARLIE
Faron? He loves you. He was just
giving you a hard time.
PATSY
(calming down--)
Maybe I’m just on edge.
(MORE)
PATSY (cont'd)
(flinches as pain hits her)
It still hurts, Charlie.
CHARLIE
I know, honey. Come, let’s go find
you somethin' for that pain.
PATSY
...get me more dates with bigger
paydays, Randy. I'm tired of waitin'
to get the house of my dreams.
PATSY
For Chrissakes Randy, take that thing
out of your mouth.
PATSY
(to Randy Manager)
Just make it happen, Hoss.
(hangs up; then--)
Stop that, Randy. I'm not in the mood.
PATSY
Charlie! Charlie!
PATSY (V.O.)
Once we settled back into the ol'
routine, Charlie forgot all about his
promise and the bottle came back into
our lives. At least this time something
good thing came out of it -
CHARLIE
You sure know how to make friends
'round here.
Yep, that Willie Nelson. But not the outlaw, scruffy bearded,
bandana-wearing, pot-smoking Willie. That one comes later.
This is clean cut, neatly-combed, and short-haired.
CHARLIE
Willie, Willie... wait I know you, I
heard you sing "Hello Walls" right
here at Tootsie's last year. And that
Ray Price song, "Night Life", you
wrote that, didn't you?
WILLIE NELSON
(tipping his hat)
Yessir, that'd be me.
CHARLIE
Well, it's nice to meet ya. I'm
Charlie Dick.
WILLIE NELSON
Patsy Cline's husband??
If Charlie had a nickel for every time he's heard this one...
CHARLIE
The one 'n' only.
WILLIE NELSON
I met Patsy a while back. We hit it
off, but I didn't have a song for her.
CHARLIE
Do you have one now? She's lookin'.
WILLIE NELSON
As a matter of fact, I do. One that'll
fit her voice like a glove.
CHARLIE
Buy me another round and I'll make
sure she hears it.
WILLIE NELSON
Got yourself a deal, chief.
PATSY
Ain’t you sick o' hearin' that damn
song? I can’t cook in peace.
CHARLIE
No ma'am.
PATSY
Well, I am.
(then, slightly intrigued--)
What is it anyway?
CHARLIE
It’s the song Willie Nelson gave me
for you. It's called Crazy.
PATSY
It sure is.
CHARLIE
You have to do it, Patsy. Here's a
winner, if I've ever heard one.
PATSY
I must be hearin' things. My darlin'
husband wan's me to go to the studio
instead of cookin' him a hot meal.
CHARLIE
If you're gonna keep makin' music, you
oughta make something's worth a damn.
PATSY
You mean, somethin' that'll let ya
keep drinkin' and gamblin' on my dime.
CHARLIE
I mean what I meant. Willie's the
future. You wanna be in his business.
PATSY
Then you record the song. I'll never
do it.
OWEN BRADLEY
Patsy, we need to try something else.
PATSY
I'm doin' it just like Willie did it.
WILLIE NELSON
Don't worry about that, Patsy. Make
it your own. It'll be even better.
PATSY
Maybe it's all these strings, Hoss.
They're pretty swishy. Not very
country, you ask me.
(to the Musicians)
No offense, fellas.
OWEN BRADLEY
Let me worry about the sound. You
work on the voice.
They start over, and this time Patsy starts modulating down
and caressing the lyrics. A couple of measures in, she finds
the groove and everything starts falling into place. Patsy's
voice involves the studio and quickly everyone-- from the
musicians to Owen, Willie, and Charlie-- know what's
happening... they're recording a HIT!
But then, during a high note, Patsy YELPS and stops abruptly.
OWEN BRADLEY
What’s wrong? You had it, Pat.
PATSY
(visibly uncomfortable)
The high notes. They keep hittin' my
ribs and it hurts like hell.
OWEN BRADLEY
Okay, you take it easy then. We’ll
lay down the music and you can come
back later for the vocals.
PATSY
No Hoss, I can manage it. Just gimme
five and we'll give it another go.
LATER
OWEN BRADLEY
That's it, we have it!
PATSY
Whatchya smilin' about, Hoss?
CHARLIE
Just happy for you, is all.
PATSY
Sure you are. Isn't there a beer with
your name on it somewhere?
PATSY
Listen Owen, aren't we goin' too far
from country with this song?
OWEN BRADLEY
I think we're going just far enough.
Patsy takes Owen's word for it, but now he's thinking about it.
OWEN
What do you think Teddy, is Patsy
right? Have we gone too far from
country?
TEDDY
It’s not like Patsy's got just one hit
behind her. She’s made her mark with
each of her big sellers in both country
and pop. You ask me, she’s given you a
great gift, Owen - she's crossed over.
She can sing to anyone, anywhere.
PATSY
Tell ya Hoss, this is the damn
prettiest hall I’ve ever been in.
RANDY
Sure is.
PATSY
All I can think about is the first-
class talent that walked this stage.
Patsy stomps her foot and listens to how the sound travels...
PATSY
These acoustics ain't half-bad either.
Patsy lets out a long, jubilant YODEL. Her notes bounce all
over the place cleanly and clearly.
PATSY
Don’t even need a mike. You can just
stand here and be heard way up yonder
in the last row.
RANDY
Know what they call it, the last row?
PATSY
What?
RANDY
The gods. 'Cause of how high up it is.
PATSY
Well, Imma make sure whoever parks
their caboose up there hears my voice
like they're supposed to.
This time WE’RE IN THE LAST ROW, but still hear Patsy’s voice
in all its splendor. It's still evocative. Still emotional.
Still can make you dream or make you cry.
PATSY (V.O.)
Goddamn Faron was right, I like the
applause. What can I say, I give my
public somethin' and they give it right
back. It's a trade as as pure as water.
Cleansing too. When I sing, my problems
cease to exist...
PATSY (V.O.)
Which is why I had to make sure I didn't
lose it again. As great as Carnegie was,
I needed new songs. Song my public could
hang a wish 'n' a prayer on.
Doorbell RINGS.
Patsy opens the door. Hank Cochran stands there with a smile,
a guitar, and a bottle of Jack Daniel's.
PATSY (V.O.)
Fortunately, the Almighty sent me Hank
just when I needed him most.
Patsy and Cochran catch up. Half of the bottle's gone. Patsy
drains her glass like someone needing alcohol to be a cure.
Cochran watches on, concerned.
COCHRAN
Patsy, I know it's none o'my
business, but-- are you okay?
PATSY
Just dandy. Why do you ask?
COCHRAN
Well, you just played Carnegie, Crazy's
doin' good numbers, your career's on the
up and up, but you seem... gassed.
PATSY
You ain't got nothin' to worry about,
Hank. Now, am I gonna hear this
masterpiece of yours or what?
PATSY
Sing it again. I wanna learn it this
time.
COCHRAN
Knew you were gonna love it.
Patsy's recording She’s Got You with Owen Bradley. She doesn't
look healthy. What she has to give, she gives to the song. We
get DRAW CLOSER on Patsy as her voice loses intensity and--
SHE PASSES OUT! Everybody rushes over in a panic.
OWEN BRADLEY
Stop crowding her for Chrissakes.
(shakes Patsy)
Patsy! Patsy! Are you okay?
PATSY
What happened?
OWEN BRADLEY
You passed out all of a sudden.
PATSY
Passin' out, me? You must be seein'
things.
OWEN BRADLEY
(helping her up)
Let's take a break. Get some food on ya.
PATSY
We’re recordin' a hit. There’s no
breaks when you’re recordin' a hit.
OWEN BRADLEY
Patsy, I really think we ought--
PATSY
Owen, get your ass back in that
control room.
(to the musicians)
You fellas ready?
(everyone hesitates)
C'mon, let's go, we're payin' for
studio time.
PATSY
Oh for the love of God Randy, stop
that cryin'. Mama can't take it.
PATSY
Julie, you're gonna hurt yourself.
Said and done. Julie missteps and trips. Slams on the ground
and also starts crying. Leading Little Randy to cry harder.
It's a cacophony gnawing at Patsy like nails on a chalkboard.
PATSY
Goddamn it Julie. What did I tell you!
PATSY
Charlie! ... Charlie! ...
LIVING ROOM
PATSY
Goddamn it Charlie, didn’t you hear me?
CHARLIE
Didn’t like your tone.
PATSY
These are your kids too.
CHARLIE
And I take care of 'em every time you’re
on the road. Or at the recording booth.
Or god knows where, doing what, with
who. So now you’re home, you take care
of 'em.
PATSY
I’m gettin’ sick and tired of your
attitude. I should’ve met you sooner so
I could’ve left you sooner.
CHARLIE
Oh honey, we're the outlaw and the
cowgirl. Like it or not, we’re in it
for the long haul.
KITCHEN
PATSY
Okay Doc, lay it on me.
DOCTOR
Well Patsy, you’re in the throes of a
nervous breakdown.
PATSY
What do I have to be nervous about?
DOCTOR
You’re working too much and taking on
too many responsibilities. Don’t forget
you’re still recovering from the crash.
You should count your blessin's.
PATSY
Blessin's ain’t gonna feed the kids.
DOCTOR
Can't Charlie give a hand?
PATSY
That man ain't doin' a good goddamn
unless it gets his throat tinglin'.
Doctor moves to his desk and grabs some pills from a drawer.
Handing them--
DOCTOR
Here, this should help. But please
take my advice. You need some R&R.
PATSY
Flyin’ to Pensacola for lobster on
the beach. Just what the doc ordered.
RANDY
Works for me too. I need to get more
experience flyin' this bird.
PATSY
Hoss, I got some news for you... I'm
slowin' down.
PATSY
Did you hear what I said? I'm slowin'
down!
RANDY
I heard you, Pats.
PATSY
So that’s it, no argument?
RANDY
You’re riding high. Demanding big
money and getting it. You’ve had four
hits in a row and Decca’s banging the
drums on your third album. Now’s the
time to work.
PATSY
We’re rakin' it in alright, but there
ain’t a minute to spend it. I’m
workin' more than I should and feelin'
the worse for it. And I hate goin' on
the road and leavin' my babies behind.
RANDY
Charlie can handle the kids.
PATSY
...guess I was wrong after all.
RANDY
About what?
PATSY
Thought you were the only sane man in
my life. But if you were, you’d know
Charlie and I ain't surviving if I keep
pushin' the kids on him.
RANDY
You and Charlie. He promises to stop
drinking, but can’t. You threaten to
leave, but don’t. Seems y’all are always
through forever... 'till tomorrow.
PATSY
By the time I make my mind to leave,
my mind’s already gone. Anyways, it's
none of your business.
RANDY
Patsy, you are my business.
PATSY
Dollar signs are all I mean to
ev'ryone, ain't that right?
RANDY
Now wait a goddamn minute! Didn’t you
tell me to keep you working so you
could buy your dream home?
RANDY
Well, guess I also have some news for
you too ...I found it.
PATSY
Found what?
RANDY
Your dream home. It's just what you
wanted.
RANDY
And remember that next time you
complain about workin' too much.
PATSY
It must be ‘round here somewhere.
PATSY
Charlie stop the car. Turn around.
That’s it, there it is.
Charlie makes a quick turn and parks. They get out and SEE--
a TRI-LEVEL HOUSE under construction-- red brick, with
spanking white shutters, and a small portico with a laced
wrought-iron support. It's love at first sight for Patsy.
PATSY (V.O.)
Just goes to show - if you wait long
enough, if you work hard enough, if
you sacrifice enough, if you keep
your faith - it’ll all come your way.
CHARLIE
How much did Randy say this is gonna
cost us?
PATSY
30 thousand.
CHARLIE
That's that then. We can't afford it.
PATSY
I’ll get Randy to book more big dates.
Nobody’s gonna deny me my dream home.
MONTHS LATER
The house is built and Patsy and Charlie are moving into it.
Walking in the door, with a proud look on her face--
PATSY
Here it is Charlie, after all these
years, just like I wanted, the house
that Vegas built -
PATSY (V.O.)
When I was 15, I was already 30. When
I got to 30, I finally got to be 15.
We scan the faces in the room: Connie and Loretta with their
husbands; Mrs. Hensley holding the kids; Faron Young and
Cowboy Copas playing the guitar... Almost everyone we've met
up to this point adds to Patsy's special day. Patsy closes
her eyes, blows the candles, and makes a wish...
LATER
RANDY
Sorry ladies, mind if I steal the
birthday gal for a moment?
PATSY
I think this is where the manager
gives his golden goose a present.
RANDY
It's a present alright. I got you the
Monte Carlo of the West, Patsy!
PATSY
(jaw hitting the floor)
You got me Vegas?
RANDY
A 35-day stint. It'll be the most
lucrative of your career.
PATSY
(losing her jubilance)
This is a great honor Hoss, but... I'm
just a country gal. I can’t compete
with Elvis and the Rat Pack. People
will hate me.
RANDY
Nobody's gonna hate you.
PATSY
I don't know...
RANDY
Patsy, you're going to make $1000/day.
That’s 35 large, enough to pay for
this house in just a month. You can't
afford to pass this up.
'62 VEGAS at its most glitzy and opulent: bright neon lights
and decadent fireworks lighting up the city; Sinatra and Elvis
crooning thousands; chips and cash pumping vigorously at every
table; vaudeville spectacles with showgirls and circus acts...
Patsy wipes off her make up. If she looked rundown before,
without it she looks even worse. Randy hovers behind her.
PATSY
I’ll never do this again. Christmas
is a time to be with your family, not
in this Hellhole.
RANDY
It's not that bad.
PATSY
Makes me feel like a goddamn whore.
Thank God we’re going home Friday.
RANDY
Patsy, we're not going home Friday.
PATSY
What!?
RANDY
As soon as we finish here, we’re
doing one night at the Sahara. I just
sewed it up.
PATSY
Tell ‘em thanks, but no thanks.
RANDY
It's already done.
PATSY
Goddamn it, I keep tellin' you I
wanna slow down, that I gotta slow
down. Doesn’t it matter what I want?
Just then, a KNOCK at the door. A blast from the past emerges--
DON HECHT
Hello Patsy!
AN HOUR LATER
PATSY
...I know people who have schoolin' and
all but don’t have half my talent. Yet
they seem to have ev'rythin' good
happen without half-tryin'.
DON HECHT
Yeah, I seen that.
PATSY
All my life's been uphill. Even now.
Experience is a hard teacher, Don.
Gives ya the tests first--
DON HECHT
--and the lessons come after.
PATSY
Right. We owe each other a hell of a
lot, don't we?
(he nods empathetically)
I’ve got a lil' travelin' to do and then
I gotta rest. I’m not feelin' well. But
I wan' you to prepare some songs for me.
I don’t give a damn what anyone says,
you get me those songs and I'll make
sure we get a number one record.
DON HECHT
(likes this very much)
I actually have a few in mind.
PATSY
And I also wanna record that ditty you
wrote in '57. You remember the one?
DON HECHT
Cry Not For Me??
PATSY
That's the one. There’s a story in
that song about my life.
DON HECHT
It's a good song, but this ain’t time
for crying, Patsy. You’ve reached places
hundreds of would-bes can only dream of.
PATSY
Don’t kid yourself. Ev'ry time I’ve
had what I wanted here--
(holds out the palm
of her hand)
--somethin' pulls the rug from under
me-- Sickness. Accidents. Hospital
bills. Even that son of a bitch McCall.
PATSY
But I ain't peddlin' a sob story. It's
my lot in life and I accept it. But I
need to do that song. Listen--
DON HECHT
...you still remember the words.
PATSY
I sure do, Don. I don't forget
anythin' that has any meanin' to me.
PATSY (V.O.)
I started doin' some thinkin' and
realized I'd been fightin' so hard for
the future when all along 'twas the past
I was achin' for. This was my castle -
my blood, sweat 'n' tears - and now that
I had it, I hated it felt so empty.
PATSY
Hiya, it's the Cline. Can you come
over? ... yeah, it's important ...
CONNIE
Oh Pat, that man’s horrible.
PATSY
Don’t worry, it's just more of the
same. A couple of nights in the big
house will do him some good.
CONNIE
I don't understand why you don't
divorce him already.
PATSY
It's not worth it now.
CONNIE
What do you mean 'now'?
PATSY
Here Hoss, I want you to have this.
(Connie freezes)
Go ahead, take it.
CONNIE
(reluctantly takes it)
...why?
PATSY
'Cause if anyone ever asks for my
story, I want you to tell it. Warts
'n' all. Don't leave anythin' out.
CONNIE
Anyone asks for your story, you tell it.
PATSY
Connie, this ain't a discussion.
We're great friends, ain't we?
CONNIE
The best.
PATSY
So there you have it. Oh, and open it -
there's somethin' in there for ya.
PATSY
You can use it to pay rent.
CONNIE
H-how did you know?
PATSY
Do you still think there’s anythin'
the Cline doesn’t know?
CONNIE
I don't know what to say. Thank you,
I guess. But that doesn't feel right.
Or enough. Oh Patsy -
She hugs Patsy. Holds onto her flesh. Feeling her. Conveying
her gratitude at the most primal level. When they let go--
PATSY
Don't thank me yet. I need somethin'
from you.
CONNIE
Anything.
PATSY
I been puttin' aside somethin' for a
rainy day. Somethin' that’s just mine.
I don’t want Charlie knowin’ about it.
CONNIE
You got a stash?
PATSY
Go on, take a peek.
CONNIE
I won't. But why are you telling me?
PATSY
In case somethin' happens. I wanna
make sure my kids are taken care of.
Can I count on you?
CONNIE
Of course. But Patsy, don’t talk like
that. I don’t like it.
PATSY
Like it or not, there you have it.
But remember, mum’s the word.
Charlie walks in with his tail between his legs. Finds Patsy
handling a few pots and pans. Cooking something that sure
smells good. This time, Patsy isn't emotional about Charlie.
She just looks... resigned.
PATSY
Look what the cat dragged in. Enjoyed
your vacation, Hoss?
CHARLIE
Patsy, honey, I’m--
PATSY
Yeah yeah, I know you’re sorry.
CHARLIE
I really am. This won't--
PATSY
Ain't nothin' else to say, Charlie.
(turns away from him)
There’s beer in the fridge if you
wan'it.
OWEN BRADLEY
Are you ready, Patsy?
PATSY
Let’s get on with it.
PATSY
What’s the matter, wasn’t any good?
MARCH, 1963. Landline RINGS off the hook. Patsy picks it up.
RANDY
Patsy, I have some bad news.
PATSY
I won’t do Vegas again, Randy.
RANDY
It’s not that. Joltin' Jack died.
INSERT - Joltin' Jack giving Young Patsy her very first shot
to sing over the radio.
PATSY
(devastated)
Oh my God, what happened?
RANDY
Collision with a transport truck.
He’s leaving behind a wife, two young
sons, and little money.
PATSY
That poor family. Is there anything I
can do?
RANDY
Hap Peebles is organizing a benefit.
Hawkins and Copas already said yes.
PATSY
Count me in.
RANDY
Problem is we’ll be in New Orleans on
Friday and Birmingham on Saturday. And
I know how important your Sundays are.
PATSY
Hoss if you can get us there, I’ll do
the show.
RANDY
Okay. My plane can get us there with
time to spare.
Patsy gazes out the window, a heavy look stamped on her face.
RANDY
Just got off the phone with Nashville.
Skies are clear and you can even see
the stars. Time to hit the road.
MR. BRAESE
Look east Mr. Hughes - see those dark
clouds? You’re gonna be fightin' high
winds. Are you instrument-rated?
RANDY
Not yet.
MR. BRAESE
Figured that. You shouldn’t go in
this weather. There’s a good motel
nearby I can put y’all in.
RANDY
It’s only 90 miles.
MR. BRAESE
You’re takin' a big chance.
PATSY
How long will it be if we drive?
RANDY
Nobody's gonna drive. I’m gonna take
care. If I can’t handle the weather,
I’ll turn around. Let’s go.
PATSY
Hey Randy, those clouds still don't
look pretty. Can't we go around 'em?
RANDY
Will you stop your worryin'? If I see
we're in trouble, I'll turn around.
COPAS
What's wrong, Patsy? You keep talkin'
about them clouds.
PATSY
I don't like 'em.
COPAS
Do you trust Randy?
PATSY
I just wanna get home to my kids.
COPAS
And this is the fastest way.
PATSY
I know. It's just that-- well,
sometimes I get these feelin's.
PATSY
Lemme ask y'all somethin'. Have you
thought about how you wanna be
remembered when you go?
RANDY
What kind of spooky talk is that?
PATSY
C'mon, you're a man with enough horse
sense. I know you have an answer.
RANDY
Well... I wouldn't mind being thought
of as a savvy businessman who lived a
long life and helped make the great
Patsy Cline a big star.
PATSY
Always sellin'. What say you Cowboy?
COPAS
Heck, I don't know, Patsy. I just hope
my family says I was a good father and
the fans liked what I sang.
HAWKINS
I'm gonna go ahead and take his
answer. It's a good one.
RANDY
What about you Patsy, how do you
wanna be remembered?
COPAS (O.S.)
You with us, Patsy? How do you wanna
be remembered?
PATSY
I just wan' people to think I did the
best with what I had, and that when I
sang other people's words, I did my
damnedest to sing 'em right.
RANDY
And callin' everyone 'Hoss'.
PATSY
Maybe music doesn't cure all wounds, but
it sure cures enough. And the greatest
thing is, no matter what happens, you’ll
always have it. It'll comfort you, and
heal you, and make you full of the joys
of spring. When's all said and done...
there ain't nothin' better, Hoss.
Patsy sinks back into her chair as the plane disappears into
the thick, dark clouds descending upon the mountains of
Tennessee...