Sun Records

Previously on Sun Records...

Your dream.

This is what I have to do!

Becky, I will die in Birmingham.

And I will die here.

A little piece of this, a little piece of that,

before you know it,

you got yourself an empire.

And I think you might just be the perfect partner.

It's time for us to be together.

We love each other.

I'll tell her Saturday night.

Sam and me are gonna have another baby.

Country is built on bets.

Does every bet pay off? 'Course not.

Everybody hits a losing streak, but

my God, this one is endless.

If Arnold or Snow knew, they'd pass out laughin'.

They don't see how cheap their talent is.

Talent hits a target that any fool can hit.

But genius...

Genius hits a target that no one else can see.

That's who the Colonel's after.

How to get out of this hole?

Easy, sugar. How much you in for?

- $1,200, compounding. - Ooh!

I heard a guys' gettin' rubbed out for less than a grand.

You know what? You should try prayer.

Bet on God?

You should try it.

My papa, he was going into foreclosure.

He prayed, two weeks later,

he sold 200 acres of useless bottom land

to the federal government for that interstate highway.

$1,500!

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EasyPop, pops in his own pan

Pick 'em up at your local Easy-Way Food Store.

Give 'em to the kiddies after school

and they'll be...

... poppin' with energy till supper.

EasyPop popcorn!

Thanks for the gig, Sam.

Yeah.

Whoa! Fellas.

Hold your horses.

Sam, I got a beer with my name on it.

Now, look here, fellas,

I got Memphis's finest guitar

and bass thumpers right here.

That Gibson sounded hot.

It just so happens we have a couple of hours on the clock.

Aw, Sam, come on, now!

Union contract.

This could be the greatest song

in all of the universe, but you ain't gonna know it

with me or him singing it.

Hmm.

Marion!

Who do we know that can carry a tune?

And get his ass down here on the PDQ.

This here's a hit song.

We get it soundin' real good, we'll pitch it to Red Foley.

Presley.

Yup, he's here.

Boy.

Uh, hello?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be right down there.

You okay, son? What's the matter?

I'm gonna get on the records for real, Mama.

Honey, I ain't a bit surprised.

You did so good on the little record.

Don't get took, son. We ain't got another four bucks.

Oh, Daddy, if you get on records,

they pay you.

Elvis, Elvis!

You forgot this.

Pretty nifty song, Sam.

Where'd you get it?

Penitentiary in Nashville

last time I was cuttin' The Prisonaires.

How them fellas doin'?

I'm sellin' a ton of records off of their tour.

- Yeah? - Oh, yeah!

Tonight they're playin' at cell block three.

Tomorrow, cell block four.

Cyrus, Dusty, Phineas, Burton...

- Huh? - Willadean,

Mary Beth, Sue Ann.

What the hell are you talking about?

Becky called.

Gave me a list of names for your baby.

She wants to know what I think

- because I'm such a trusted family friend. - I'm not late, am I?

Howdy, Mr. Phillips.

I hope saved some breath for singin', son.

- Saved by the bell. - Guys, this here...

Elvis Presley.

Scotty Moore. Bill Black.

Mighty proud to make your acquaintance, fellas.

We're runnin' late. Come on.

About to run in at time-and-a-half, right?

Double-time, more like.

Union contract, Sam.

Well, quit lollygaggin' around then.

All right, stand back six inches.

You know that old pippity-poppity pippitypop- bought-a-motor-sickle?

- Um... - All I'm saying is

don't pop them P's into the mic.

Okay.

Mr. Phillips, am I gonna get on records for real?

I can't promise you will, son,

but if you don't give me somethin' I wanna hear,

- I can guarantee you won't. - Okay.

All right, you got five minutes to get it down.

Three-four-one.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

He's all nerves.

I got it.

There's a whole world of hurt in this old song, son,

but I ain't feelin' it.

I need to hear one soul reachin' out to another.

Sing like your life is hangin' on it,

'cause it kinda is.

Okay.

- How do you make your livin'? - Mmm, truck drivin'.

Making deliveries.

There's nothin' wrong with being a truck driver.

Unless...

... you were born to be a singer.

And right here, right now is when we figure that out.

- Got it? - Yes, sir.

Uh... From the top.

Three-four-one.

Stop!

- Oh, Sam, come on! - Again.

Gimme another chance, Mr. Phillips.

I'll stay here till Christmas.

Next Christmas, even.

That's a lot longer than I'm gonna be sticking around.

Sweet kid, Sam,

but he's just wastin' our time and your money.

Listen, I gotta work early shift tomorrow,

so why don't we cut out and we'll call it half an hour?

Marion, write these fellas a check.

Where the hell is this guy been hidin'?

Sorry, Mr. Phillips.

Oh, hell, no, boy, that's good!

- Really? - That's different.

I like that. Let's do that.

Scotty. Bill.

Take Elvis's lead. All right, boy, six inches.

- Okay. - Take it from the top.

- Do that. - Okay.

Uh, it's in A, guys.

Got a little lead in, boys, but just follow me.

Are you ready, Mr. Phillips?

Let's lay one down.

Yeah!

Well, look who's back.

Yeah, man, I missed this place.

I sure as hell miss the paycheck.

Ad sales landed the Camel sponsorship...

So you cannot go and mangle the copy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Why you always up my ass, boss man?

You know I'm killing my timeslot, huh?

Yeah, but you are pulling in kids and Negroes

and the sponsors, they do not want either one of them.

That's where you're wrong. Dead wrong.

That's exactly who they want, man.

I mean, why else you bring me back?

Just play these, okay?

Yes, sir, good people, it's Daddy O'Dewey

back from drinkin' senoritas

and having margaritas, boy.

All right, look what we got for you first.

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