Well, I'm not the kind to kiss and tell.
But I've been seen with Farrah.
I've never been with anything less than a
nine.
So fine.
I've been on fire with Sally Field.
Gone fast with a girl named Bo.
But somehow they just don't end up as
mine.
It's a death-defying life I lead.
I take my chances.
I die for living in the movies and TV.
But the hardest thing I
ever do is watch my leading
ladies kiss some other guy
while I'm bandaging my knee.
I might fall from a tall building.
I might roll a brand new car.
Cause I'm the unknown stuntman that made
Redford such a star.
I've never spent much time in school.
But I've taught ladies plenty.
It's true I hire my body out from bay.
Hey, hey.
I've gotten burned over Cheryl Teague's
blown-up-for-Rocky Welch.
But when I wind up in the head,
it's only hay.
Hey, hey.
I might jump an open drawbridge or Tarzan
from a vine.
Cause I'm the unknown stuntman that makes
Eastwood look so fine.
Okay, you guys.
We're almost ready to roll.
It's death-defying life I lead.
I take my chances.
I die for living in the movies and TV.
I die for living in the movies and TV.
But the hardest thing I ever do is watch
my leading ladies.
Howie, would you mind turning it off?
I thought you liked my song.
Nobody wants to hear a song about
stuntmen.
Besides, you've been singing the same
words for two weeks.
Well, I'm trying to get it right.
Gee.
Well, you ain't there yet.
And remember, if you want
to see Webb Cummings in the
Grand Ole Opry, it's gonna
be televised Saturday night.
And I don't have to
tell you this is Webb's
comeback performance
after almost a year's absence.
This is the song he expects to take him
back to the top.
Webb Covington.
Isn't he an old friend of yours?
Yep.
Didn't you say you had a son who lived in
L.A.?
Yep.
Okay, guys.
The director said roll.
Yeah, roger.
Okay, here we go.
I can see sweet Clara
Lou still in her cabin When
the top rolled down the
country bar All right, kid.
I want to hit the cabin at 45.
All right.
Webb would love my song, you know.
Fold it right there steady.
But I dreamed of taking her
behind the building Attaboy, Colt.
All right, the tents are coming up.
Right.
Great.
Great, guys.
Okay, now watch out.
The lake's coming up fast.
After the embankment, I have to maintain
You're right on it.
You know, it's the kind of song Webb sings
best.
Jody, we got a fire.
Slight change of plans.
We're going in early.
All right.
Maybe you can call Webb Covington for me.
Would you mind discussing it later?
Right now, we're about to drown.
Yeah, sounds good.
I think you're right.
That would be a lot better.
Let's try that.
Danny, it's still not right.
Mm-hmm.
Yes, I think... Danny, how many times do
you have to be told how to mic these people?
I don't want you to be sorry.
I want you to get it right.
Do you understand?
Oh, no.
Cut.
Quit acting like a fool.
Then hire somebody that can do the job
right.
Don't tell me who to hire, you spoiled
brat.
Get inside that control room.
I want to settle this once and for all.
All right.
All right.
Look, boy, I've known your godfather ever
since I was a kid growing up in Nashville.
Now, that means something to me.
He even helped me build this studio here
in L.A.
And when he asked me to help you,
I did.
Yeah, but... Shut up.
I hired you because of Pete Williams.
He didn't tell me about this big chip you
have on your shoulder.
Look, I'm having a bad day, okay?
Yeah, you're always having a bad day.
And you take it out on Danny.
What do you think he feels?
Mr. McKinney, I am sorry.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I'll go apologize to Danny.
Good.
Cotton.
Yes, sir.
You going to Nashville this weekend?
Yeah, so the rest of my stuff's at my
Uncle Pete's house.
I thought I'd take a couple of weeks off
and go get it.
Not as if I still have a job.
Oh, you still have a job.
You gonna see your dad?
Nope.
How long has it been?
Since right after my mom's funeral.
Almost a year.
Cotton patch it up, huh?
I got a kid of my own.
I know how he feels.
Maybe sometime.
Not now.
Okay.
Well, I hope so.
Listen, will you do me a favor?
Sure.
Would you carry this package to your Uncle
Pete?
It's kind of a surprise and I want you to
hold it till I tell you to give it to him.
Okay.
Thank you.
Oh, uh, Mr. McKinney, my car's on the
blink.
I was wondering if I could get a ride home
with you.
Sure, uh, tell Danny to lock up.
I'll be with you in a few minutes.
Thanks.
Hey, buddy.
Oh, I hope I didn't catch you at a bad
time.
Hey, wasn't that Webb
Covington's, uh... Yes, it was.
Well, it was.
Mm -hmm.
Not afraid he'd recognize you?
Well, it wouldn't bother me anyway.
Well, I just figured out that you're a
record pirate.
I actually thought you had the right to
hire me to press those albums.
And I also figured out that at three bucks
profit on every album you sold illegally,
you must have stolen two million dollars.
Well, well, well, you should have been an
accountant.
I guess I'd just have to take my record
-pressing business elsewhere, wouldn't I?
Yeah, I reckon you'll have to do that.
I was just wondering, though, how come you
never called the police?
Well, I didn't want to cause Pete Williams
any trouble.
What I can't figure out is why he hires
scum like you.
Well, I guess you still have the Kenny
Rogers album.
I'd sure like to have that master before
anybody misses it.
No, you're not gonna get that one.
I'm keeping that just in case you try
anything.
The only thing I'm gonna do is
turn your head around backwards
unless you come up with
that master, and I mean quick.
Well, as a matter of fact, I just sent
that album over to Pete Williams.
Oh, you did?
Yeah.
And if anything happens to me,
he's got it.
You know what?
What?
It ain't gonna do you no good.
Now, why's that?
Pete just promoted me to senior vice
president of his whole company.
Mr. McK...
Mr. McKinney.
Hutton, what's all the noise?
Now, you have to hit the pipe ramp at
least 22 miles an hour...
to make any car roll over.
Well, what if I hit it slower,
say at 10?
Well, then the car would probably stall on
the ramp and hang.
And you'd be out of work.
Hello?
Mr. Colt Seavers?
Yeah, this is Colt Seavers.
Person to person from Nashville.
Go ahead, Mr. Williams.
This is Pete Williams, a friend of Webb
Covington's.
He's mentioned your name many times.
Yeah, yeah, Pete, what can I do for you?
It's Webb's son Cotton.
He just called me from Los Angeles... and
he's been booked on a manslaughter charge.
I need your help, Colt.
Where are they holding him?
L.A.
County Jail.
Well, I'll see if I can arrange bail.
Well, let me have your number.
Area code 615-555-2167.
You got that?
Yeah, thanks.
I'll call you back in a couple of hours.
I appreciate it.
Thank you.
You keep your motor running.
Hello?
It's Colt.
Oh, hi, Colt.
Terry, I need your help.
Sure.
Yes, it's just that you've got me at kind
of an awkward time.
Good.
Now you know how I feel.
Webb Covington's son's in L.A.
County Jail.
Manslaughter charge.
$25,000 bail.
I'd like you to get him out.
You want the details?
No, no, no.
I love a short story, yes.
I will do it first thing in the morning.
Well, wait a minute.
Don't hang up.
I'd like him out tonight.
Oh, come on, Colt.
Give me a break.
Hey, wait a minute.
Remember last month?
I canceled my fishing trip to Mexico for
you?
Didn't you get my thank you note?
Okay, okay.
Thanks.
Can you hold that pose for about two
minutes?
Two hours.
Okay, Cotton's hearing is in one week.
Tuesday morning, 10 o'clock sharp.
All right?
You'll be there.
Okay.
Excuse me.
I have something in the oven.
I'm ready.
All right, let's go.
I didn't k*ll McKinney.
I didn't say you did.
Right now, we're gonna go by your place,
pick up your stuff.
You're moving in with me for the moment.
Colt, is there any way I can get to
Nashville?
Nope.
Not until after the hearing.
You want me to come with you?
Did you call your dad?
No.
I'd like to see my godfather, Pete
Williams.
It seems like every time I'm in trouble,
he's the only one that gets me out.
Yeah.
I found the kid's apartment, but he's not
home.
I'm not sure whether or not
he can recognize me, so I'd
better take care of that before
I head back home to Nashville.
Right.
I'll see...
You mean he stole your truck?
Yeah.
And it's dollars to donuts.
He's headed for Nashville.
Who do you think he is?
Who do you think might be trying to k*ll
Cotton?
I don't know, but I do know that we gotta
find him first.
Hey, that's my red shirt.
What makes you think he went to Nashville?
Because he's scared.
Most people head home when they're scared.
You gonna tell Webb what happened?
Nope.
He's had enough grief for one year.
Besides, he'll find out soon enough.
Yeah, what happened?
He hasn't performed in months.
Nobody's seen him.
Well, he was in a car wreck about a year
ago.
k*lled his wife, Sarah.
He took it pretty hard.
Was it his fault?
Police said he was drunk.
In town this weekend,
the Commodores of
Vanderbilt will face the
Crimson Tide of Alabama.
And now, give a listen to number two on
the country charts.
Bandy's gonna take him this year.
Yeah?
Take who and what?
Alabama.
Football.
You know, they play right here in
Nashville on Saturday night.
Kid, Alabama will beat Vanderbilt by three
touchdowns.
No way!
My alma mater's gonna win.
Kid, you didn't even go to school in
Vanderbilt.
Well, sure I did.
One summer.
On my way to SMU.
Well, you should have taken
elementary sports handicapping
so you wouldn't go around
making a fool out of yourself.
That's funny.
I still say Bandy's gonna win.
Kid, if Vanderbilt beats
Alabama, I'll sing that stupid
song of yours from the
biggest stage in Nashville.
He probably couldn't carry a tune in a
bucket.
Just introduce me to Webb Covington.
He'll know a good song when he hears it.
We'll see.
Hey, Webb.
I got a couple fans out here who'd like to
meet you.
Not now, Pete.
Webb, it's Colt Severs.
Colt, you old son of a g*n.
Great to see you.
How are you, Webb?
Great.
Better now that you're here.
You still going around busting up your
bones?
I'm afraid so.
Oh, by the way, Webb, this is my cousin,
Howie Munson.
How are you, Howie?
Webb Covington.
I don't believe it.
It's an honor to meet you.
Well, thank you.
Y'all sit down.
Sit down.
I see you've already met my buddy Pete
here.
Old Pete couldn't play two notes on that
bass fill when he was in my band.
Damn if he didn't go and make himself a
rich man in the record business.
You make records, Pete?
No.
I just sell them.
I own a few stores.
What do you mean a few stores?
He owns a hundred of them between here and
L.A.
He's gonna take care of me in my old age.
Say, what brings you to this part of the
country, Colt?
We're scouting locations for a movie.
Well, I sure wish Sarah were here to see
you.
You were her favorite.
Well, come on, boy.
Let's go over to Wanda's and make this
reunion complete.
All right.
Colt, when are you gonna get back to
singing?
Colt sings?
You didn't know that?
Yeah.
He's one of the best, Howie.
He could have made it big if he'd wanted
to.
This Colt...
Hey, Pete!
Phone call for you.
Excuse me, boys.
Old Pete's been coming in here so long,
everybody knows where to call to find him.
Say, Webb, I've been fooling around with
this song.
I was wondering if you might have time to
listen to it.
It's real good.
It's called The Unknown Stuntman.
Well, sure, Howie.
I'd be glad to.
I got plenty of time now that Sarah's not
here.
Oh, Webb, I'm sorry I didn't make it to
Sarah's funeral.
I was in Mexico and didn't know anything
about it.
It's okay, Colt.
I wouldn't have known I was still drunk.
Come on.
Quit punishing yourself.
If I'd have been sober, it wouldn't have
happened.
Sarah would still be alive.
What's wrong, Pete?
I got a few problems at one of the stores.
I gotta run for a spell.
I'll see you tonight.
Nice meeting you, Colt.
Howie.
Okay.
Save your feet.
You too, Pete.
Come on, boys.
I gotta rehearse.
Let's go watch.
Okay.
Cause I'm the unknown stuntman That makes
Eastwood look so fine Huh?
What do you think, Miss West?
Hey, that ain't bad.
That's a pretty good song, Howie.
But you know, I think a man should sing
it, not a woman.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Maybe you're right.
Do you think you could drop your voice
down to about here?
To about here?
Uh, I don't think so.
I think I'd better go rehearse.
Okay, Howie?
You guys ready?
Let's do my tune.
All right.
The stage is set Curtains drawn It's time
we let our hair down And get ready to go
home Where the greatest love The world has
ever known There's no stopping you and me
Cause I know we're gonna be An overnight
sensation It's a can't lose situation
Can't you feel it?
Can't you feel it?
Deep inside your heart
Together with dynamite So come
on, trip the light And let
this overnight sensation start
Some play it cool But time runs out Before
they're even close enough To know what
love's about And though we've only met
Believe me, there's no doubt That we're
destined to go far By your
eyes, I know we are An overnight
sensation It's a can't lose
situation Can't you feel it?
Can't you feel it?
Deep inside your heart Together with
dynamite So come on, trip the light And
let this overnight sensation start by
Taylor Swift Hello, daddy.
Hi!
If it isn't the man himself.
I tell you, if you didn't look
so good to me, I... I don't
think I can forgive you for
breaking that date in Dallas.
Well, that was years ago.
Oh, but I have a long memory.
Well, then just remember that's not all I
broke.
How about a couple of ribs and a fractured
ankle?
I know, the five-story fall from the water
tower, right?
Yep.
Isn't show business glamorous?
Yeah, we sure are gorgeous.
Thank you.
Should we try dinner again?
Well, besides having a long memory,
I have a brand new husband.
Ah.
Just maybe the both of us could take you
out sometime.
Okay?
You got it.
Okay.
I'll give you a call.
Okay.
I didn't know you knew Dottie West.
Mickey Gilley said he'd listen to my song.
That's good, kid.
Look, I'm gonna run over to Pete's house.
Why?
Well, because Cotton
said that Pete was the only
one that could ever
help him out of trouble.
So?
Well, I got a hunch that that call he took
at Wanda's wasn't about one of his stores.
Stay put.
Mr. Gilley.
Uncle Pete, I didn't k*ll McKinney.
I'm telling you, there was somebody in
there with him.
You know, I might even be able to identify
him, but the cops won't believe me.
I don't even think Colt believes me.
You should have stayed in L.A.
It would have helped you.
If you're innocent... Wait, what
do you mean, if I'm innocent?
Cotton, I know you're innocent.
But we still gotta prove it.
And you running 2,000 miles doesn't help.
Yeah, well, they tried to k*ll me.
Somebody's after me.
Does anybody know you're here?
No.
I drove here straight from L.A.
I didn't tell anybody.
Good.
The first thing we gotta do is get you up
to my cabin.
Till I figure out how to handle this
thing.
I'm gonna call a guy that works for me to
take you up there.
You can trust him.
Oh, Wanda.
Put Billy on.
Bill.
I got a little matter I want you to handle
for me.
It's Cotton.
He's here at the house.
No.
Nobody knows he's in town.
I want you to take him up to the cabin on
the lake for me.
Right.
Well, it looks like I got another chance
to take care of that little problem.
Billy will be here shortly.
I'm going into town to see what my lawyer
can do for us.
Before Bill gets here, you move Cole's
truck around back.
Thanks, Uncle Pete.
Excuse me, partner.
Yeah.
You make one wrong move, and I'm gonna
blow your head off.
Hey, come back here.
Welcome home, son.
How you doing, Charlie?
Oh, hi.
I'm not doing too hot right now.
Some idiot just tried to peddle me the
worst song I have ever heard in my life.
It was terrible.
These amateur writers.
I just... I don't know.
What can I do for you?
Nothing.
Hey, by the way.
Somebody said there was a guy
going around town betting even
money that Vanderbilt was
gonna beat Alabama Saturday night.
If you find out who it is, send him my
way.
I want part of that bet.
Okay?
See you later.
Howie.
Have you seen Webb?
No, I haven't.
Colt needs him in his dressing room.
Oh, okay.
Thanks a lot.
Hey, listen.
If you see Charlie Pride, would you tell
him I'd like to talk to him for a minute?
And, Barbara, remember, if you'd ever like
a job in Hollywood, take care of your kid.
Hey.
Colt, you wanted to see me?
Son.
How are you?
Pete called.
He told me everything.
And he told you I'm not good?
He's okay, Webb.
But whoever k*lled McKinney is still after
him.
You didn't k*ll McKinney, did you,
Cotton?
Check this out.
He's got such great
faith in his only son that
he actually thinks I
might have k*lled a guy.
I didn't mean...
You know about k*lling, don't you,
Danny?
You've got a real smart mouth,
kid.
Cotton, you know I loved your mother.
Like you loved me?
So much that you were on the road and away
from us 11 months a year?
I wish I could do it all over again.
Do you?
What would you do differently?
k*ll Mom with a g*n instead of whiskey?
Let's get out of here.
It'll be safer in L.A.
I'll tell Webb.
I can't stand the smell in here anyway.
You're taking me back?
You got it.
You jump bail and I'm responsible.
Do you think I k*lled McKinney?
I don't think you have the guts to k*ll
anybody, kid.
I'm only going to help prove your
innocence for your dad's sake.
Come on.
We better make it stick this time.
Everybody all right?
Yeah.
Cotton.
He's been hit.
Oh, my God.
Just get him in the truck and get him to
the hospital.
Say, where's the waiting room?
Thank you.
How is he?
He's still in the emergency room.
Webb's with him.
He's going to be okay.
Who'd want to k*ll Cotton?
The same people who tried two times
before.
Whoever k*lled McKinney knows Cotton can
identify him.
Mr. Seavers.
Cotton is in his room now.
Good.
How's he doing?
Oh, he's fine.
He needed a few stitches and has a little
bump on his head.
A slight shoulder wound.
We're going to hold him overnight for
observation.
Strictly routine.
Thank God.
Can I see him?
He probably won't wait for a few hours.
Why don't you just come back in the
morning?
That's a good idea.
Why don't you take Webb home?
Howie and I will hang out here with
Cotton.
Okay.
See you later.
Okay.
I've asked the hospital security to post a
guard here tonight.
Thank you, doctor.
Thank you.
Hi.
Dr. Strickland.
I promised Webb a check in on Cotton.
Good morning.
Here's your breakfast.
Uh, yeah.
Any action?
No.
Kind of quiet.
Mr. Covington called a couple of times.
Dr. Strickland came by.
Matter of fact, he's in the room right
now.
He?
It's all right, Cousin.
It's all right.
You just don't move.
Hello.
Hello, Terry.
Hello, Colt.
I had a feeling it was you.
It's my friend again.
He is not stable.
Colt, I really like him, but this is
pushing it, you know?
Were you in bed?
What is this, a survey?
Somebody's made three attempts on Cotton's
life.
Is he okay?
Yeah, he's fine.
I'm getting him out of the hospital now.
What are you gonna do?
I want you to go to your friend at LAPD.
Dig up all the information you can on
McKinney.
Jody will pick up the information from
you.
Tell her to take it to the airport and
pouch it to Nashville.
Right, right.
I'll do it first thing in the morning.
Uh, Terry.
Yes?
Now.
Now.
Whatever you're doing can wait.
Are you a really good sport?
The
devil went down to Georgia.
He was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind because he was way behind
and he was willing to make a deal.
When he came across this young man sewing
on a fiddle and playing it hot.
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
and said, Boy, let me tell you what.
I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a
fiddle player, too.
And if you'd care to take a dare,
I'll make a bet with you.
Now, you play pretty good fiddle,
boy, but give the devil his due.
I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
because I think I'm better than you.
The boy said, my name's Johnny and it
might be a sin.
But I'll take your bet
and you're going to
regret because I'm the
best there's ever been.
Johnny, you're rousing up your bow and
play your fiddle hard.
Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and
the devil deals the cards.
And if you win, you get this shiny fiddle
made of gold.
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul.
The devil opened up his case and he said,
I'll start this show.
And fire flew from his fingertips as he
roused up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across the strings
and it made a evil hiss.
Hi, Colt.
I have the information you wanted from
Terry.
Well, I appreciate it, but you didn't have
to deliver it personally.
Two thousand miles.
Well, I thought you might use some help.
I can always use some help.
Last night, Terry talked to Captain
Donovan from the LAPD.
He said they found several boxes of bootleg
record albums inside McKinney's studio.
That's not hard evidence.
But apparently a record pirate operation
of some kind was going on there.
Anything else about Cotton?
Well, most of the albums were country
western.
And Cotton would have access to the people
who would deliver matches to the album.
Exactly.
You know, I don't think Cotton's involved,
but I think whoever is knows him.
Well, there's more here.
Terry checked out the corporate records in
McKinney's studio and it seems the only
investors are McKinney and another corporation
called Advanced Record Technologies.
Guess where they're located.
Nashville?
Right.
You got anything on it?
Well, you got to go down to the county
courthouse here in Nashville to find out.
Stay put.
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Look at me Oh, I'm walkin' on a cloud,
I can't understand love, I'm a mystic
holdin' your hand.
I walk my way, and a thousand violins
begin to play.
Oh, I hear the sound
of your love, that music I
hear, love, I'm a mystic,
I know what you need.
You can say that you're leadin' me on...
Hey, I'm glad Cotton got out of the
hospital.
I told him we'd go over to Wanda's later
and celebrate.
I don't think so.
We just came by to make him say goodbye to
Webb.
With all the stuff going on, I know Webb
and Cotton both are just worried sick.
Are you worried, Pete?
Of course I am.
What kind of question is that?
Webb's like my own brother.
He's like my son.
Look, I know it was a
mistake to try to hide
him out, but I just
couldn't think straight.
Your dad sure knows how to sing a song.
Yeah, he really does.
You see, I was out drinkin' over a year.
That's what Pete said.
Not bad, huh?
Not bad.
You can say that you're leadin' me on...
but it's just what I want you to do.
Hey, where'd Uncle Pete go?
Went over to Wanda's to celebrate your
release from the hospital.
That's him, all right.
Did you know that Pete was partners with
McKinney in the recording studio?
No, he never mentioned it.
Who knew that you were in Nashville?
Nobody, except Uncle Pete.
Well, who knew that I brought you to the
Opry yesterday?
Nobody.
I called Uncle Pete to tell him I was
okay.
Oh, no, wait a minute.
Why would Uncle Pete want to have me
k*lled?
I didn't say he did.
But he's the only one that knew you were
on your way to his cabin.
And then 30 minutes later, somebody tried
to k*ll you.
Colt, what's happenin'?
Where's Cotton goin'?
I'll explain later.
Has Pete Williams been in here?
Yeah, he was.
But he's been gone 15 minutes or so.
But he said he'd be back.
Say, ain't you Webb's son?
Yeah.
I'm down, Cotton.
Let's finish our talk.
I'm not goin' anywhere till I see Pete.
Leave Webb's son alone, mister.
It's okay.
He's a friend.
Now, come on.
Hey, didn't I hear somebody tried to k*ll
Webb's son?
Not cold.
I think we better leave.
I'm tryin'.
You're tryin' my patience then,
son.
Let me alone, Colt.
What is this?
It's my knapsack.
What's this package with Pete's name on
it?
McKinney told me to give it to Pete.
Record masters.
Yeah.
Masters that could be
used for a record pirate
operation, like the one
McKinney was evidently running.
Colt, I didn't know anything about it.
Well, I believe you.
But right now, it looks like we're caught
in the middle of a bunch of record pirates.
And your godfather may be the captain.
What now?
We got the bait.
May as well go fishin'.
Pete Williams?
Yes, ma'am.
I believe I have something you might want.
You might?
Now, I gave up chasing pretty young ladies
a long time ago.
I'm just too slow for your generation.
Well, not too slow to
make a few bucks, like
from the masters of the
Kenny Rogers album.
I think you might want to buy them back,
because we both know that in the right
hands, they could be worth a million
dollars.
Young lady, that's ill*gal.
I don't have time to play games.
Either you pay or I talk.
Record piracy will land you in jail,
even if your name is Pete Williams.
The girl's a pretty good actress.
Just where are these record masters you're
talking about?
That will cost you, oh, $25,000 to find
out.
Little girl, you're lower than a snake's
belly.
Regardless of my altitude, it'll still
cost you $25,000.
Get out.
I'll call you in about an hour and see if
you change your mind.
What's up, boss?
What's up?
That girl.
Somehow, she's connected with Bob
McKinney's m*rder.
What?
Says she's got some stolen record masters
that I should pay her for.
I don't know what she's talking about.
Did she say what album she's peddling?
Kenny Rogers.
But I'm telling you, Bob McKinney was not
a record pirate, and God knows I'm not.
You happen to get her name or...
Where's she staying or anything?
I said she'd call me back in an hour.
I'm gonna call the police.
Oh, wait a minute.
When she calls back, have her bring the
masters with her.
I'll handle some of these.
We can get her and help clear cotton at
the same time.
You think that'll work?
I know it will.
Okay, Jody, make your call.
There's no way Pete would be mixed up in
something like this.
Well, I didn't want to believe it either,
Webb, but it sure looks bad for him.
Pete Williams, please.
Don't call the police, Colt.
He's an old friend, let's be sure.
I wish you had as much faith in me as you
have in Pete.
Well, I know I hadn't shown it in a long
time, son, but I do.
All right, Webb, it's against my better
judgment, but we'll wait.
Thanks, Colt.
Mr. Williams?
Uh, I just wanted to
know if you'd reconsidered
that little business
proposition of mine?
Okay, I'll be there.
He's ready to make a deal.
He wants me to meet him in front of
Wanda's.
I don't believe it.
I could k*ll him with my bare hands,
my own godfather.
All right, let's go.
Cotton, you stay put.
Webb, you can go with us if you want to.
Come on, Colt, I want to go.
You stay put.
Now, that's an order.
Not enough time to get that final play
off.
And at the end of the first half,
it's Alabama 20 and Vandy nothing.
We'll be back with the second half in 15
minutes.
Your alma mater seems to be in a little
trouble.
Right now, your alma mater resembles the
TIE 10.
We just want to find out if Pete knows
anything about the operation.
We don't want to do anything to endanger
Jody.
After that, the pieces will all fit
together easily.
There's Williams.
Let's take a ride.
My car's in the parking lot.
Turn the radio off.
It's time to go to work, Howie.
All right, you boys know what to do.
We're going to get rid of both of them.
Well, he's eventually
going to catch on to the
fact that we're using his
stores to peddle money.
He's got a lot of bootleg records anyway.
With him out of the way, you're probably
going to be named head of the operation.
Did you k*ll Bob McKinney?
No.
You tried to k*ll me.
Cotton, what are you talking about?
Call the police.
We have...
Too bad McKinney found out what we were
doing.
Then I made a mistake bumping into you.
You and Pete were in it together.
Your Uncle Pete is a naive old man who has
a convenient place for me to sell books.
He's got bootleg records.
He didn't know what was going on.
He even made me vice president of his
company.
And now we're going to have a little tragic
shootout between an old man and his godson.
It's all right.
He's okay, officer.
I'm the one who called you guys.
He has a couple more for you there.
All right, Mr. Cummington.
Let's go.
You should have seen us, Colt.
We were great.
Yeah?
Uncle Pete, I owe you a big apology.
Son, I'd probably react the same way.
Don't worry about it.
Now, Bob McKinney must
have sent me that package
of master's just to let me
know what was going on.
Cotton, I'm not the only one you've been
wrong about.
Well, I know I made you a promise, but
I think it's time Cotton knew the truth.
About what?
Your dad was drunk the night of that
wreck.
But your mom was drinking, too.
She was driving.
The car overturned.
Your dad hadn't been able to forgive
himself for not being on the wheel.
I didn't want you to know.
Forgive me, Dad.
I'm sorry.
You know, Pete, I'm sorry I ever suspected
you.
Forget it.
Anything I can do to make it up to you.
There is maybe one thing.
Could you give these guys a ride to the
opera house?
Webb's got a 9 o'clock
show, and I was hoping
him and Cotton could
do a number together.
What do you think, son?
Remember that song you and Mom used to
sing together?
Yeah.
I still remember the chords.
All right, let's go.
All right.
And surprising Vandy has made it a ball
game.
The score is now Alabama 20, Vandy 14.
The clock is definitely working against
Vandy, though.
That's not the cakewalk that Alabama
thought it was going to be, as Vandy worked.
..
Grand Ole Opry, a special treat.
Together for the first time, Webb
Covington Sr. and Webb Cotton Covington
Jr. There must be a slice of heaven
missing.
A little must have fallen from the sky.
How else can you explain that feeling you
attain?
Just south of Kentucky and west of
Caroline.
And the beauty of the mountains and the
rivers.
Flowing through the valleys dimly green.
Will steal your heart away and make you
want to stay.
Nowhere can compare that I have ever seen.
And the angels hover over Tennessee.
And the stars form a shining canopy.
And the moon shines on the hills where you
can never find no stills.
And the hound dogs all sing in harmony.
And the music's found a home in Tennessee.
And it reaches out and touches you and me.
And the rest of the world must wish that
they could be.
In this piece of paradise.
No place to have tonight.
A piece of paradise called Tennessee.
Tennessee.
Tennessee.
Whenever life starts getting to me.
And my problems all decide to appear.
I remember how I felt when I was some
places.
I thank God I can be right here.
Cause this old world is surely not a
perfect place.
Everywhere you go you find that old rat
race.
Yeah, but I've been all around.
And it's the best place I have found.
The closest thing to heaven.
Down here on the ground.
And the angels hover over Tennessee.
I'd like them rights to their first record
album.
And the stars form a shining canopy.
And the moon shines on the hills.
But you'll never find those stills.
And the house dogs all sing in harmony.
And the music's found a home in Tennessee.
And it reaches out and touches you and me.
And the rest of the world must wish that
they could be.
In this piece of paradise.
No place to have tonight.
A piece of paradise called Tennessee.
Ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh.
Tennessee.
Ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh.
Randy just scored in the last play of the
game.
They won 21 to 20.
Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome once again
to the first telecast of the year.
We've got a special treat for you here
tonight.
A young friend of mine just wrote a great
new song called the Unknown Stuntman.
And it's gonna be performed right here on
this stage for the first time.
Here to sing it is an old buddy of mine,
Mr. Colt Seavers.
Let's make him welcome.
It was a joke.
I'm not doing that.
You're after you lost the bet.
Listen, on the beginning,
sing it with feeling,
and then move into macho
as you get to the middle.
Come on out here, Cone.
Let's hear it for Cold Sea.
I didn't call Terry.
This is on in L.A.
Well, I'm not the kind to kiss and tell
But I've been seen with Farah I've never
been with anything less than
a nine So fine I've been on
fire with Sally Field Gone
fast with a girl named Bo I
take my chances I die for living in the
movies and TV But the hardest thing I ever
do is watch my leading ladies Kiss some
other guy while I'm bandaging my knee I
might fall from a tall building I might
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