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watching.
I want to see my daddy.
I want to go
home, John.
Please.
He's just got a job,
sitting in there in San Anton...
just waiting for us.
It's just sitting there...
it's just sitting there
waiting...
Viv, the guys are here.
My band is here in Memphis.
Your band?
John, your band?
Your band is two mechanics
who can't hardly play.
Baby, can't you hear the
difference between you and that?
You have your wife
and your baby in a dump, John...
and another one on the way...
and we can't even
make rent, John.
Excuse me, sir.
Are you the owner
of this place?
That's me.
Hello, I'm J.R. Cash.
Sam Phillips.
Well, good to meet
you, Mr. Phillips.
I'm a singer
and I've got a band...
and we've been
working on some songs.
You want to cut a record, son?
It's four dollars.
What about the guys there
on the wall in the pictures?
I mean, they pay four dollars?
They're on my label.
How do I get
on there?
You audition.
Right now?
Call my secretary, Marion,
when she comes back.
She's at the salon.
She'll set you up
an appointment next month.
I can't wait that long,
Mr. Phillips.
Excuse me?
I can't wait that long.
What about this one?
I can iron it.
John, you can't
wear that one.
It's black.
It's the only color shirt
we all have.
Nothing wrong with black.
It looks like you're
going to a funeral.
Maybe I am.
Maybe I am.
Hold on.
Hold on.
I hate to interrupt...
but do you guys
got something else?
I'm sorry.
I can't market gospel.
No more.
So that's it?
I don't record material
that doesn't sell, Mr. Cash...
and gospel like that
doesn't sell.
Was it the gospel
or the way I sing it?
Both.
Well, what's wrong with
the way I sing it?
I don't believe you.
You saying
I don't believe in God?
J.R., come on,
let's go.
No.
I want to understand.
I mean, we come down here,
we play for a minute...
and he tells me
I don't believe in God.
You know exactly
what I'm telling you.
a hundred times...
just like that,
just like how you sang it.
Well, you didn't let us
bring it home.
Bring... bring it home?
All right, let's bring it home.
If you was hit by a truck
and you were lying out
in that gutter dying...
and you had time to sing
one song, huh, one song...
people would remember
before you're dirt...
one song that would let
God know what you felt about
your time here on earth...
one song that would sum you up...
you telling me
that's the song you'd sing?
we hear on the radio all day?
About your peace within
and how it's real
and how you're
gonna shout it?
Or would you sing
something different?
Something real,
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