World #
Hurry up!
Why couldn't
I change clothes?
We've only got 30 minutes
to get to Billy Ray's.
Relax. We got
it covered.
Everyone's
got it covered, eh?
Hey, what's up?
What's the matter?
What's happening?
Jesus, I'm hungry.
I'm tired.
Feed me, hold me,
make me happy.
I've got
something here.
What you got?
Cs and B1 2.
Ah, cookies
and milk.
Kid's stuff.
Keep it that way.
Check my arms.
No.
The scars have healed.
I'm not checking
your arms anymore.
That's all behind us.
Come on.
I look like shit!
You look
like a star.
I don't feel like
seeing hillbillies.
Billy Ray's been begging me
to meet you.
Why don't he come
to see me?
# Hear the whistle blow #
# A hundred #
# Miles #
Billy Ray!
That's better.
We still need
another rhyme.
Billy Ray.
What?
Remember Rudge?
This here's the Rose.
How you doing?
Ooh, hello,
Sturdley.
How are you,
ma'am?
I wish this little cherry
was in my band.
Can you diddle that, son?
Oh, I don't believe you.
What a fine,
young piece!
Billy Ray,
this is Rose.
Oh, hi.
Hi, Rose.
I loved you
for many years.
You have?
Yeah.
She did one
of your tunes on her album.
Yeah, I heard.
It's a pleasure meeting
such a dainty lady.
How did we miss
getting together?
Careful planning.
Well,
I'm looking forward
to hearing
your catalogue.
I sang
" Huntsville Prison" tonight.
The place went
ape shit.
They did.
I've heard good things
about your " Huntsville."
Did you?
Yeah. Ol' Dee says it's
the best he ever heard.
It's even better
than Loretta's.
You never said that.
I'll be straight with you.
It didn't show me much,
not much at all.
You think
I'm kidding you, don't you?
I...
I kind of hope so.
This world's too
full of bull already.
Now, understand me.
I don't begrudge
anybody their due,
I'd just appreciate it
if you didn't record
any more of my tunes.
It would be different if you
knew what they was about.
That's the way I feel
about it.
I want to tell you
something else, too.
I don't appreciate
you coming in here
and talking all that trash,
especially to my son.
Rose!
Shit, Billy Ray.
You didn't
have to do that.
Rose, baby, wait.
Rose!
Hey, come here!
Listen! Hey, wait!
Listen,
that was horrible!
How could you let him
talk to me like that?
What was I supposed to do?
If I knew,
what the fuck would
I need you for?
You just
stood there.
Listen,
he's an asshole!
What can I tell you?
That doesn't make me
feel any better!
Don't let this stuff
get to you.
What do you care about
some redneck singer?
You're the star.
Why didn't you
tell him that?
You're trying to
sign him, ain't you?
What?
You're trying
to sign him.
You're trying
to sign him.
Oh, she's only
kidding, God.
Dying to meet me.
My ass!
You dragged me
here for clout.
It goddamn well
backfired!
Wrong!
Don't do that!
Hey, baby.
Get lost!
Fucking
lowlifes!
Calm down, Rose.
Don't you tell me
to calm down.
Sit on my face.
Oh, yeah?
Is that right?
You act like life's
some jack-off dream!
Fuck you!
Fuck him!
Fuck them all!
Christ!
Come on, here! Help!
What happened?
He passed out.
Get the first-aid kit.
Lady,
this car's taken.
I want to get out
of here.
Billy Ray owns the
car for the night.
I got a great idea.
Let him walk.
Let him walk.
Let him walk.
Let him walk.
Hey, I don't
need this.
Hey...
Let him walk.
Hey, uh...
You just bought
yourself a car
and a driver.
Rose! Come back here!
What are you looking at?
You know who I am?
Yeah.
You're the Rose.
Is that all?
Excuse me?
Is that all
you're gonna say?
I don't know.
I always liked
your music...
a lot.
That's all right.
You don't have to
fall down
and wet your pants.
My name's Houston.
You from Texas?
Yeah. Poxahachi.
Poxa what?
Poxahachi.
It's got the highest
rate per capita
of insanity,
suicide,
and incest
in the country.
But it's fun
on Saturday night.
Is that right?
Where you headed,
lady?