(VCR CLICKING, WHIRRING)
HOST: Now, Hope, any plans for a solo album?
Oh, I couldn't do any of this without my sister.
No, ma'am. She is being modest.
HOPE: Oh, Harper's the real artist here.
HARPER: We are a team, a good one.
And everyone loves Hope's voice.
I just sing with what the Lord gave me.
All credit goes to Him and very long showers.
I love singing in the shower. (LAUGHS)
HARPER: I can attest to that. (CHUCKLES)
HOST: Y'all ever get into fights?
Sisters tend to do that from time to time.
We disagree sometimes.
She wants to go one way, and I want to go another.
But we're in this together. We're a team.
(THUMPING) HOPE: And it's a blessing
to have someone on this crazy journey
that comes from the same place that you come from.
And somebody who just
knows your soul. (WOMAN GRUNTING)
HARPER: That's right.
No one understands you like your sister.
HOST: What's next for the Dutchess Sisters?
Best New Artist is nothing to sniff at.
A country act has never won before,
much less two gals. (WOMAN GASPING)
Where y'all gonna go from here?
HARPER: Well, we made it to the top,
and that is right where we're gonna stay. (CHUCKLES)
That's right.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(WOMAN GROANING, GASPING) (GLASS SHATTERING)
(GUNSHOT) (BODY THUDDING)
(UPBEAT COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ Breathe in, breathe out Try not to suffocate ♪
♪ We're doing what we can ♪
♪ But let me tell you, man ♪ It's hard out here for ♪
♪ A good-time girl ♪
♪ In a "Who gives a shit Go eff yourself" world ♪
♪ Hold on tight, buckle up ♪
♪ Don't know What comes next, honey ♪
♪ You're like me
♪ And I'm like you ♪
♪ Sometimes I cry That ain't nothing new ♪
♪ Boy, I told you That I'm crazy ♪
♪ But who isn't? ♪
♪ So love me anyway
♪ Love me anyway
(SONG CONCLUDES) (AUDIENCE CHEERING, APPLAUDING)
Thank you, Nashville! Thank you!
Once again, we are Torn Hearts!
Come on! (AUDIENCE CHEERING)
(CHATTERS, LAUGHS)
BARTENDER: Great show tonight. Thank you.
Well, cheers to a great show. Cheers.
RICHIE: No. Thank you. Thank you so much.
(LEIGH LAUGHS)
So... (SIGHS)
...that last song was supposed to be a ballad.
Yeah, well, we played it the way I wrote it,
and the crowd loved it.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
I mean, they did, baby. You saw it.
Yeah.
I did.
(KISSES) And they did.
But they're drunk,
and the crowd wasn't who you needed to impress tonight.
Take a look over there at eleven o'clock.
That is Caleb Crawford.
I invited him down to see your set tonight.
I didn't tell you 'cause I didn't want to freak you out.
He's looking for a new opening act for his summer tour.
Manager says they need more women, for optics.
And because we're good?
RICHIE: Yeah. Because you're good, Jordan.
But good don't matter
if you don't fit the image he's looking for.
What image is that?
He makes corny music for soccer moms.
(LEIGH LAUGHS) What's he calling the tour?
Um, "White Wines and Feelings"?
What? (CHUCKLES) (CHUCKLES) Right.
I get that you don't like it.
Thank you. BARTENDER: Thank you.
But there's a way things are done in this town.
Now, opening up for a big boy country star like Caleb Crawford
could give Torn Hearts just the break
you've been looking for.
Make her be cool.
Play nice.
RICHIE: Caleb! Yeah, yeah.
RICHIE: Come here, you handsome devil.
I want to introduce you to the gals.
Jordan, Leigh, Torn Hearts. Ladies, quite a show.
Very well done.
Thank you for coming out. We're such big fans of yours.
Oh, yeah.
Big huge star like yourself, how do you find the time?
I owed Richie a favor. Turns out it was a pleasure.
Told you. You did.
So, just to be clear,
you... you liked our last song just now?
What about it? The energy?
The lyrics? The tempo?
Jordan just needs constant feedback.
It's a part of her process as an artist.
Artist to artist, I really liked it.
Hey, so what's going on tonight?
Still early. Y'all gonna raise some hell or what?
(CHUCKLES) RICHIE: Yeah.
I got these ladies in the studio first thing tomorrow.
I think we're just gonna go hit the hay.
What? You got a curfew?
Your daddy ain't here. Well, mine's not.
(LAUGHS) I do not call him daddy.
I could use one more drink.
You know, Richie's right.
We've... we've got a lot going on in the morning.
Come on. It's one drink.
It's never just one drink with you.
Well, then let's have a few drinks.
What do you say?
Let me grab my purse.
Perfect.
So, what's your story?
Small-town girl? Big dreams?
Fuck are you talking about? Do I look like a cliché?
They're clichés for a reason.
Oh, that won't be necessary.
Yes, it is.
(WHISPERS) Okay. Sorry about that.
As if you don't love the attention.
Cheers. (GLASSES CLINKS)
Cheers.
(GULPS) (BLUESY MUSIC PLAYING SOFTLY)
Can I ask you something? Sure thing.
Do you like, um... do you like being famous?
To be honest...
I fucking love it. Huh.
What's that smirk on your face? Is that judgment?
No, it's fine. It's fine.
I... I think fame is compelling. Okay.
But, Leigh's always been the one with stars in her eyes.
You know? Yeah.
She wants to be on TV, play the big stadiums.
I don't know. I... I think that if I got to write music
that I really loved for the rest of my life...
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
...I'd be happy.
I get that.
Oh, my God! I am so sorry. (CHUCKLES)
You're Caleb Crawford, right?
That's right. I am a huge fan.
I do my elliptical to "Boots On, Black Out" every morning.
CALEB: That's so nice. Oh, my...
I got to get your autograph. (GLASS SHATTERS)
Oh. (TAMMI GASPS)
Ooh. (CHAIR CREAKS)
Oh, my gosh. I'm so sorry.
CALEB: That's okay. It's all right.
TAMMI: You cannot take me anywhere. (LAUGHS)
CALEB: What's your name, ma'am? TAMMI: Um, it's Tammi.
CALEB: Tammi. TAMMI: Tammi.
Nobody is gonna believe that you are here in this bar.
I can't believe it! This is wild!
You got to meet my friends. Hey, y'all!
Jenny! Kelly! (GROANS)
It's Caleb Crawford!
CALEB: All right, thank you so much.
TAMMI: Look! He's here! CALEB: Appreciate it.
TAMMI: This is the greatest night of my life!
♪ And I know ♪
♪ That my baby had it going on ♪
(GASPS)
♪ And if I did it All over again ♪
♪ I'd do The same damn thing anyhow ♪
(PANTS, MOANS)
♪ And if I did it All over again ♪
♪ I'd do The same damn thing anyhow ♪
♪ Same damn thing anyhow ♪
♪ Same damn thing anyhow (MOANS, SIGHS)
(SONG CONCLUDES) (DOOR OPENS)
RICHIE: God fucking damn it.
Hey. (DOOR THUDS)
RICHIE: So much for an early night.
(LIGHTER CLICKING) Okay.
What's wrong?
Jordan better not fuck this up.
Do you have any idea how long I've been
trying to get Caleb down to see you guys?
Do you have any idea how long I've been courting him for?
Look, she's a lot savvier than you think.
She's... she's fine.
(PUFFS) She's a liability, Leigh.
Well, what do you want me to do?
Huh?
I mean, I can admit that we haven't been
on the same page lately, but...
I mean, she's my best friend. You guys do this all the time.
What would you like me to do?
Tell me.
Hey, nobody's perfect.
(SIGHS)
Hmm. (SMOOCHES)
You're pretty close. Mm. I'll talk to her.
Okay? Hmm.
Hell you will.
She's got you wrapped around her little finger.
Oh, really? Does she? (CAR DOOR OPENS)
Is that what you think?
Doesn't really seem to matter much
what I think these days, Leigh.
You want to fall out tonight, so let's fall out tonight.
It is not what I said. Is it?
Where... where are you going? LEIGH: Home.
My home.
RICHIE: Leigh, babe, come on, get in the car.
Just... I... I'm sorry. I will make it up to you.
Maybe tomorrow. Night.
(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)
Think the floor-to-ceiling chandelier is big enough?
Why not just extend it to the roof?
Hey, you should see my L.A. place.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
(PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
Oh, my God.
Harper Dutch? (CHUCKLES) What?
(GASPS)
Leigh and I are obsessed with the Dutchess Sisters.
Her even more than me.
That's how I want us to be.
Minus the untimely end, of course.
CALEB: You'll get there.
You know, Richie's not a bad--
JORDAN: Don't even bring him up. (MUSIC FADES)
You know, if it were up to him,
we'd be some... some robotic pop country princesses.
I know we can be so much more.
Huh.
Both of you?
What are you trying to say?
I only know what I saw.
I saw you, musician, songwriter.
You are the whole package. Hmm.
You just need that, uh, next big thing. (SNAPS FINGERS)
Yeah. Well, do you have any idea what that thing might be?
(SIGHS)
Uh, I didn't want to talk shop tonight,
but I might as well tell you
the, um...
the label wants to make it an all-guys tour this summer.
All guys? Hmm.
Yeah.
Did you find that out before or after we had sex?
Before.
Did you have sex with me so I'd take you on tour?
No, of course not.
Huh.
How did you get that photo with Harper Dutch?
CALEB: It was a whole fucking thing.
Still kind of pissed about it. (CHUCKLES)
CALEB: Her team reached out to my team about a duet.
We rehearsed a couple times.
Was gonna be this real special opportunity for me.
You know?
Harper Dutch's first single after, uh...
everything that happened, and, uh,
it's with Caleb Crawford. (CHUCKLES)
But, uh, she called it off.
Said I wasn't the right one.
Mm.
(SMACKS LIPS) Bet that never happens to you.
No, no, no. Don't turn this around on me
like I'm some kind of sexist prick.
You wouldn't believe what she put me through.
Harper Dutch?
There's something...
Just trust me on this one. Okay?
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
Is that her house? Yeah.
Where is it?
Why?
Well, maybe she'd want to record a song with us.
You know, just the ladies. What's her address?
You know I can't tell you that. (CHUCKLES) Why?
'Cause you missed out on your PR opportunity?
Th... this would be more to us than that.
It's exactly what we need right now.
You can't just cut the line, Jordan.
Just got to be patient.
Is that how you got to where you are?
You were very, very patient?
(TIRES SCREECH)
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(ENGINE REVS)
(KEYS JINGLING)
(LOCK CLICKS) (DOOR CREAKS)
LEIGH: Jordan?
I thought you'd be at Richie's.
(SIGHS) No. No, we got into a big fight.
So figured I'd put my insomnia to use.
Can you just please try and behave at the studio today?
(CLICKS TONGUE) Um, about that-- Oh, God, what?
What if I told you
I got something special from Caleb's house?
What, you mean besides a UTI?
I'm serious.
Please tell me we got confirmation
that we're touring with them.
Oh, I don't know.
We didn't get down to the nitty gritty.
I got something better.
Harper Dutch's address. LEIGH: Okay.
And how did you get that?
Caleb gave it to me.
Oh, I bet he did.
Yes, he did.
Thought we could go there,
ask her to record a song with us.
(SCOFFS) Jordan.
Okay, you know I love the Dutchess Sisters.
I mean, I would d... die to meet Harper Dutch,
but we can't just show up at her house.
I mean, sh... she doesn't know us.
Who gives a shit, Leigh?
Are you-- She would fucking love us!
Come on.
(SIGHS)
We've said we need to get to the next level.
Well, this is it, Leigh. Okay? You got to trust me.
Maybe we could talk to Richie about it.
Let's see what he thinks. Or just listen to me.
I'm your partner.
I've got a vision for this band. I'll think about it.
Hey, do you remember when we were first getting started?
We would always say we're in this together.
High highs, low lows.
How dare you use
my favorite Dutchess Sisters song against me?
Mm. Think about it.
(FOOTSTEPS FADING)
(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
LEIGH: You know what Harper Dutch's favorite pie is?
No.
But I bet you do.
Yeah, bet your sweet ass I do.
Strawberry rhubarb.
(SIGHS) We're already up.
Might as well make a quick stop before the studio.
Emphasis on "quick."
You have my word.
This is gonna be a high high. I can feel it.
I can, too. (BOTH LAUGH)
(SQUEALS)
("TAKING THE TRUCK" BY DUTCHESS SISTERS PLAYING)
♪ Some say I'm being harsh ♪
♪ But I'm the one That lived it ♪
♪ My mama always told me
♪ I'd regret Giving you my youth ♪
(LAUGHS)
♪ You used to charm Oh, yeah, really disarm ♪
♪ Hot damn, was I a fool ♪
♪ 'Cause how was I to know Being your wife would suck? ♪
♪ So sit your ass down ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm Takin' the truck... ♪
(BOTH WHOOP, LAUGH)
♪ So sit your ass down 'Cause I'm takin' the truck ♪
♪ You know I'm taking The truck, right? ♪
♪ I'm takin' Everything you love ♪
♪ And that includes The goddamn truck ♪
(SONG CONCLUDES) We are lost.
No, we're not.
It says we're...
says we're going the right way.
This doesn't even look like a road.
What was that? What?
(GEAR CLICKS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(INSECTS BUZZING)
(CROWS CAWING)
(ENGINE STOPS)
There's a call box.
Know what you're gonna say? Yeah.
(SIGHS) (WHISPERS) All right.
Go for it.
Okay. You'll be great.
(CALL BOX BUZZES)
I feel like... Should I just do it again?
Yeah.
(CALL BOX BUZZES)
(STATIC CRACKLING SOUND)
HARPER: Who is it?
Hello?
Hi. S... sorry. Um...
My name is Jordan Wilder,
and I'm here with my... my bandmate,
Leigh Blackhouse. Hi.
HARPER: And? Um... we, uh...
well, Leigh, Leigh is your biggest fan.
But we're also your contemporaries
and talented musicians.
Um...
HARPER: Yeah, I think you girls better get to leaving
before I call the police.
M.. Miss Dutch, look, I... I know
that this must come as a surprise, but...
I mean, doesn't it remind you of the good old days?
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYINNG) (INDISTINCT TAPPING)
LEIGH: You know, neighbors calling on neighbors?
I... I watched the videos of your summer tour in '91,
like, over and over again.
And as a little girl, I even got my mom
to make me the same sequin skirt that Hope owned.
HARPER: Where'd you get those videos of my last tour?
Oh, uh, on the Internet.
(CLICKS TONGUE) Uh, we're a duo called Torn Hearts.
We're managed by Richie Raleigh Jones,
and we're about to go on tour with Caleb Crawford.
We're the real deal. (CROWS CAWING)
(STATIC CRACKLES)
HARPER: Did you say Richie Raleigh Jones?
Yes, ma'am.
HARPER: Guy's a prick.
We know.
But he's all we got right now,
and, uh, you know, we could just...
we could use some advice from a woman who's seen it all.
(CHUCKLES) I mean, you and your sister really are
our heroes, Miss Dutch.
Um...
we're so sorry for your loss.
(SIGHS)
Ma'am?
You still there?
Damn it. I shouldn't have said that.
Shit. (GATE BUZZES, CLICKS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, my God. Leigh.
(LAUGHS) Are you kidding me?
(GATE CREAKS)
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
(GATE THUDS) (LOCK CLICKS)
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
Little overgrown. A little bit.
(CROW CAWING)
Doesn't look like she gets many visitors, huh?
Yeah.
LEIGH: Gosh, this place is huge.
Guess she left it open for us.
Obviously. Go. Obviously.
Where do you think she is? I don't know.
(GASPS, SIGHS) Oh, my God.
It's just a mannequin.
No, it's not just a mannequin.
Oh, my God, it's a mannequin wearing Hope Dutch's tour outfit
from the first Dutchess Sisters live album.
Leigh. (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Leigh. What?
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
All right, ladies.
Come on in.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
You gonna sit?
Yeah. Uh, yeah. Mm-hmm.
Miss Dutch, we... we so appreciate you
for letting us into your house like this.
It's-- You look amazing.
JORDAN: We are real fans of yours.
LEIGH: Yeah.
Yeah, we... we listened to your music the whole way here.
Takin' the Truck.
Great album. Mm.
I'm Jordan Wilder. This is-- I'm Leigh Blackhouse.
It is such an honor. Truly.
(LEIGH CHUCKLES)
Oh, um, this is for you.
It's, uh, strawberry rhubarb, your favorite.
Strawberry rhubarb was my sister's favorite.
Oh, I'm... I am so sorry.
I... I read it in a magazine article
when I was younger, and I...
Yeah.
You can't always believe what you read.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
You two are a duo?
Mm-hmm. Yes, ma'am.
HARPER: Mm.
Which one of you is better?
Uh... Uh, we're the same.
Yeah, we're equals. Yeah.
HARPER: Huh.
(GLASS CLANKING) So, you, uh...
came to my gate and you, uh, said you wanted some advice.
What you want to know?
We did, um, b... but we also heard
that you might be interested in making music again.
Who the hell told you that?
That's not what you told me when you came to my gate.
You said that you wanted advice.
Well... I think we'd take advice, too.
I mean, we're... you know, we're just starting out,
and, I mean, you... you've been through it all.
You're amazing. (CHUCKLES)
Not an early riser?
Oh.
No, just like to take my time.
Yeah, no, no. She's, um, being polite.
(CLICKS TONGUE) She needs a mixer.
HARPER: Mm-hmm.
The prissy ones always do.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh. (CHUCKLES) Thank you.
Yeah, um, the hard liquor is kind of
rough on my voice. You're the singer?
Yeah. Oh, we both sing.
Yeah, I... I do harmonies mostly.
And play guitar. (SODA POURING)
Like you.
And I usually sing the melodies and play percussion. Yeah.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
LEIGH: Tambourine, sometimes the triangle.
Some of the songs have
a little bit of a shaker element.
(SMACKS LIPS)
Like Hope?
Yeah.
(SMACKS LIPS)
So, you girls want me to do a song with you?
That's why you're here?
Oh. (CHUCKLES) We know it sounds crazy.
More than anything in the world.
(CHUCKLE) Yeah. That-- Yes. Yeah.
Uh-huh. Then you better drink my damn booze.
Oh. (CHUCKLES)
(SLURPS) Hmm. (GULPS)
(HARPER CHUCKLES) (CLICKS TONGUE, SIGHS)
Y'all any good?
Well, we'd love to show ya. Absolutely.
What now? I don't--
HARPER: Come on, then!
Oh. Yeah. Oh.
LEIGH: Okay.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(EXCLAIMS) Holy shit.
(BOTH LAUGH) (DOOR SHUTS)
Oh, my God.
Which one you want to play?
Anything you'd allow.
Pick your poison.
(WHISPERS) Oh.
This one.
This is from the '93 tour, right?
Uh, that's gonna need some tuning.
Yeah. You know, I read somewhere once
that you used to write every single day,
so that's what I started to do.
(CHUCKLES)
(CLEARS THROAT) (GUITAR PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
HARPER: Uh, nobody touches
my microphone without my permission.
Yes, ma'am.
Oh, and unfortunately, no tambourines.
It's not about the percussion. (GUITAR TUNING)
It's about her voice.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, I did sing a lot in the shower
when I was a teenager, so... (CHUCKLES)
I think we're gonna...
I think we're gonna even things out.
Here.
Oh, I... I couldn't. I-- Oh, no, no.
I want you to borrow it.
It was Hope's.
She used to wear it all the time.
Just go on. Put it on. Oh, my...
Look at you with those tiny bones.
(LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES) Um... (CLICKS TONGUE) Okay.
Well, uh, do... do you want something upbeat?
You know what this is, missy? This is called a shot.
You don't get many in life, so don't mess it up.
JORDAN: Okay.
Um, well, this is an original. It's called "Let Me Know."
Two, three-- LEIGH: Hey.
Let's do a Dutchess Sisters song.
But we, um...
"Highs and Lows." That's our song, right?
(WHISPERS) Trust me.
(CHUCKLES) Okay. Uh, "Highs and Lows."
Two, three, four. (FOOT THUMPING RHYTHMICALLY)
(GUITAR PLAYS)
♪ We know what we have And we know what we don't ♪
♪ We know we're nothing Nobody else would want ♪
♪ So we're here In this back and forth ♪
BOTH: ♪ Keeps us going Every way♪
♪ But our true north ♪
♪ We have high highs And low lows ♪
♪ Guess it's just how The story goes ♪
♪ It's why we stay-- Stop!
Just stop. Oh. Sorry. Um...
We can play something else, maybe something that--
I'll do it.
Y... you-- What?
I'll do that song with you.
(GASPS, LAUGHS) Are you kidding?
Are you kidding me? (LAUGHS)
Come on, give me my guitar. What?
Give me that guitar. You...
You will not regret this. Here we go.
I promise. No, you will not either.
(WHOOPS) JORDAN: Oh.
This is how we celebrate!
You girls want to be rock stars, right?
This is the way we do it!
This is gonna be great. I can just tell.
I'm gonna go get some more drinks going.
(DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)
Did she just slap your ass? Yeah. Y... yeah.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Harper Dutch just slapped your ass.
I would feel reborn. (CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Jordan, this is amazing.
She wants to do the song with us.
I... I know. Did she have to, like, slap my ass, though?
Oh, my God, I'm sure she's gotten her ass slapped
by every producer in town while she was climbing the ladder.
Yeah. Jordan, we're doing a song
with Harper Dutch. I know. I know, Leigh.
I can't fucking believe. I-- (LAUGHS) Oh, my God.
We're doing a song with
Harper freaking Dutch! (BOTH CHEER, LAUGH)
I know that one of you is not a whiskey drinker,
so, uh, what can I get you?
Um... uh, vodka, if you have it, it'd be great.
Uh, you know, I might have some vodka.
The... the gal who brings my groceries,
she didn't come this week. LEIGH: Oh.
But...but wait just a second. Oh.
(BOTTLE CLANKING) Vodka all around.
Oh, shit! Okay. She has it! (LAUGHS)
You girls are right on time.
I have not written a song in years,
but I been thinking about it lately,
and I got loads of ideas percolating.
(PHONE KEYPAD CLICKING)
(CHUCKLES)
You bored?
Uh, n... no. No, ma'am.
No, um... (CHUCKLES) It... it's just our manager.
We were supposed to be at the studio this morning.
Yeah, yeah. But this is way more important.
We can just finish our celebration later.
You... you go ahead on.
Just go on. Go on.
Okay. All right. I... I'll be quick.
HARPER: Mm-hmm. Quick. Right.
LEIGH: Richie, hey.
Hey, you're not gonna believe where we are.
RICHIE: Yeah, where are you? 'Cause we're all
at the studio waiting for you.
Okay, look, trust me, this is worth it.
Yeah, well, it better be. Do you know how much
Jordan fucked things up with Caleb last night?
W... Wait, slow... slow down. What?
RICHIE: The tour is off.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(GULPS, CLEARS THROAT)
How old are you?
I'm 25.
You look older.
You're gonna have to really work for it.
Girls like us, that's our cross to bear.
Only gets harder.
It's tough being the other one.
I'm not sure what you mean.
I don't mean anything by it. I get it.
She's the one up front,
and you're the one in back doing all of the work.
Just like me.
Well, we both work hard.
Yeah, but you work just that little bit harder, right?
I doubt she's staying up late at night,
writing melodies and songs. Mm-mm.
It is clear who's getting her beauty sleep.
(SIGHS) Damn. Shit!
We get a lot of critters around here.
You... you cut my finger. Hey. Is everything okay?
Yeah, Jordan just got spooked by a little bug.
She just cut my finger. Let me see.
You done with your call?
Yeah.
Let's go.
HARPER: Where'd you two meet? The Bluebird Café two years ago.
Yeah, we were waiting around all day to get onstage,
and just sort of got to chatting and getting to know each other.
We both were relatively new to town,
but Jordan had been there a little bit longer
doing the open mics.
And then they called Jordan up as the last act of the day.
And Leigh started crying.
(CHUCKLES) Only a little bit.
I just couldn't catch a break.
I had been trying to get onstage forever.
And then Jordan invited me up with her.
Yeah. Yeah.
It was, uh, we winged it, but it was great.
Yeah. It was meant to be. (CHUCKLES)
You know, I... I think we needed each other.
So, you shared your coveted slot with a stranger?
Yeah. Yeah, it wouldn't be the first time.
Well, you know, I... I just, I... I felt so bad for her.
Um, but luckily she's talented, so it all worked out.
Yeah, she is something.
I noticed that
the moment you walked in the door.
You have that...
that extra something special, don't you?
You're a star.
Yeah, well, you know, um, people say
that we both have a lot of talent, so...
You got a boyfriend?
I got-- Oh, she has a boyfriend.
You don't like her boyfriend?
Yeah, she knows I don't like him.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Well, I like him, so...
Well, Harper doesn't like him.
Who?
Can you not do this right now, please?
Richie Raleigh Jones. Okay.
Richie Raleigh Jones?
(LAUGHS)
You know, what's funny is my sister
had an older boyfriend.
Couple of times.
Always some asshole with power and prestige.
Not her worst laid plan, although I hated it at the time.
Interesting.
Nobody wanted to hear what we had to say.
Not in Nashville.
But Hope, she always knew that you couldn't get what you wanted
just 'cause you wanted it.
She knew you had to strategize. Be ruthless.
Sneaky.
And, you know, that actually worked for a while.
But what'd we get in the end?
Constant pressure. Unmet expectations.
Workhorses for a bunch of men
that did not know what to do with us on the wrong side of 35.
JORDAN: Screw them.
You make incredible music.
You inspired a generation of musicians.
You did.
But now I'm alone.
Hope is gone.
I tried to... (SIGHS) I tried to help her.
(SIGHS)
And now I just punish myself every goddamn day.
I think we all feel punished without the Dutchess Sisters.
Yeah. Truly. LEIGH: No, Harper, you...
I mean, you can't blame yourself for Hope taking her own life.
She did it in... in front of me, you know.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) It was truly awful.
(SIGHS) I mean...
Would be awfully nice to let that go.
That's her.
Cremated.
All right, enough, enough.
Let's just... let's just lighten this up.
Yeah. (LAUGHS) (CHUCKLES)
You know, if... if you're gonna be a star, baby,
you better learn how to take a shot.
Yes, ma'am. Let's have a toast to Hope.
To Hope. To Hope.
(RECORD PLAYER CRACKLES) (COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ I don't expect you... ♪ Watch it with this one.
She cheats. Is that so?
What's she do?
She loses.
♪ As I walk through the mess That I made... ♪
Go. There you go. (LAUGHS)
Ooh.
♪ 'Cause it's obvious...
Ooh. (SIGHS)
♪ That we've chosen The characters we play ♪
♪ 'Cause fools think alike
♪ And hide from the truth ♪
♪ Taking any bet
♪ 'Cause they think They'll never lose ♪
♪ Fools think alike ♪
♪ It's just what we do
♪ A fool like me And a fool like you ♪
(DISTORTED, ECHOING LAUGHTER)
♪ I know you expected More from me ♪
♪ But at this time You can plainly see ♪
♪ That once again we end ♪
♪ In tears and pain ♪
♪ And you deserved A lot more than this ♪
♪ More than my sweet Poison kiss ♪
♪ Was it worth that fleeting Brilliant, blinding flame? ♪
(SONG CONCLUDES)
(GROANS)
(BED CREAKING)
(INSECTS CHITTERING) (DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(GRUNTS)
(DOOR CREAKS) Hello?
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Leigh?
Miss Dutch?
(GASPS)
Hello?
(DOOR CREAKS)
(DOOR SLAMMING)
(HARPER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
HARPER: (LAUGHING) Yeah, they are something else.
Wh... well, the singer, she is just like you.
She stirred her drink, licked her finger.
A little bitch.
You know you are. And I love you for it.
And you heard what she said about the shower?
(SCOFFS) Oh, my. Just like you.
This could work.
This could really... (GASPS, SHUSHES)
LEIGH: What? You scared the shit out of me.
God. Where were you?
I woke up on the sofa in the living room.
(PANTS) Wh... When did we put these on?
I don't know.
They're cool, though, right? Original tour shirts and pants.
Yeah. Um, do... do you have your phone?
Mm-mm.
What... what time is it? Did we sleep till the afternoon?
(YAWN) I don't know. (SNIFFS)
This shirt stinks and I feel like shit.
Does it? Yeah.
That much liquor'll do that to you.
Pacing yourselves, my ass.
You two really tied one on last night.
Leigh, you passed out.
And then, Jordan, you were talking about driving,
so I... I took your keys. Just wasn't right.
God, I'm... I'm so sorry, Miss Dutch.
I don't remember any of that.
Yeah. No shit.
You girls want a wash?
Yeah. (CLICKS TONGUE) Well, um, no.
No, I think we'll be going.
But thank you so much for your hospitality.
Um, I... I can't seem to find my clothes.
They're in the laundry. They'll be done soon.
You spilled whiskey all over you.
You do not remember that?
No. Mm-mm.
I was thinking we could work on our song this morning.
We can do that. Yeah. Oh, sure. Yeah.
But maybe... maybe another time
'cause I think we've overstayed our welcome.
You weren't welcome to begin with, dear.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) Follow me.
You girls want to learn how to make it in Nashville, right?
And you want to learn from the best, right?
Well, it starts, it starts with wining and dining.
I have an idea.
I'm gonna go upstairs and get dressed,
and you girls are gonna make me breakfast.
LEIGH: Okay. (JORDAN STAMMERS)
Wh... what do you want us to make you?
Surprise me.
(GLASS CRACKLING) Okay.
Come on. Okay.
This is weird. Let's just... Let's go.
I feel like making her breakfast is the least we can do.
I mean, we got wasted here last night.
Plus, I mean, it's not like we have any other options.
Yeah, no, there are plenty of other options
other than running around this weird
Sunset Boulevard house in stinky shirts.
Okay, what options?
I know Caleb's not an option anymore.
Yeah, Richie told me yesterday on the phone.
He said that you guys slept together
and now he doesn't want to do the tour.
It's not 'cause I slept with him. Jesus.
Wait a minute, you knew?
You knew and you didn't tell me?
Uh, I was gonna.
Okay. Okay.
So... so we can keep doing what we're doing
and... and playing to midsized crowds in Nashville,
or we can do something bigger. With Harper.
Now, who's the one with a vision for the band?
Perfect. You know how to scramble eggs?
(SIGHS) Yeah. Good. I'm tired.
You're not gonna help? Nope.
What is going? I... I don't... I don't like this, okay?
I overheard Harper saying some, like, weird shit.
Like what?
I don't know. Like stuff about you.
Really?
Oh, my God, never mind.
(GAGS) Oh, my God. Shit, they're rotten.
I'm gonna be sick.
Okay, well, we need to find something.
No, no. Just stop.
Okay, but we need to figure something out.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) (FINGERNAIL TAPPING)
I told you it wasn't gonna be enough.
Shut up. HARPER: Yeah.
Shut up!
(BOTH GASP) (GLASS SHATTERS)
(EXHALES) That's right.
(FINGERNAIL TAPPING)
(SIGHS)
I am extremely disappointed in you.
How do you expect me to record a song with you
if you can't do something simple like make me breakfast?
I'm sorry, Miss Dutch. We... Well, I'm... I'm not.
Um, thank you for your time, Miss Dutch,
but I... I think this is obviously a bad fit,
so we'll, we're just gonna... Jordan.
No. Leigh.
I think we're gonna go now. Please stay.
Don't screw this up.
(WHISPERS) She just threw a plate at our heads.
And I'm asking you to stay.
(WHISPERS) Don't go just 'cause it gets a little complicated.
HARPER: Jordan?
Hey, Jordan, Jordan, look, look, look, look.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I... I just lost myself.
(SCOFFS) You're right.
I did not think about how empty my kitchen was.
You know, after so many years just living out here by myself
in the middle of nowhere... (CHUCKLES)
I... I forget what's expected of me.
I... I just want to make sure
that you and Leigh work as hard as I did.
I want someone who cares about the artistry.
You know, the work. And I think you do.
I think you want to do something original.
Yeah. I mean, yeah, of course.
Yeah. (FINGERNAIL TAPPING)
You and me, we're so much alike.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
This really can't happen without you.
(FINGERNAIL CONTINUES TAPPING) High highs, right?
All right, then.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR CREAKS) (LIGHT BUZZES)
Ladies.
(DOOR LOCK BEEPS, CLICKS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
LEIGH: Wow. (CHUCKLES)
(DOOR SHUTS) (DOOR LOCK BEEPS)
I had some wild nights in here.
Bet you she fucked Willie Nelson down here.
What? What? You would.
Liquid breakfast. (LEIGH CHUCKLES)
(LIQUID POURING) Here we go.
Bottoms up. (CHUCKLES)
(LEIGH GROANS)
(SIGHS) Whew.
Uh, Leigh, uh, not so fast.
You girls didn't get the breakfast right,
so, uh, I'm thinking I'll give you another shot.
Oh. Another shot?
That's right.
Miss Dutch-- You want the song or not?
Yeah. Yeah.
Well, there's a lot of things you got to do
that you don't want to do to get on top.
Isn't that right, Leigh?
Uh, what do you mean? Richie Raleigh Jones? (LAUGHS)
Isn't he old enough to be your daddy?
(LAUGHS)
Not quite.
HARPER: Hope had a lot of boyfriends that were pigs.
Tell me, Jordan, is Richie a pig?
I mean, he's not my favorite person.
Yeah.
(CLICKS TONGUE) You know, Jordan,
you're gonna have to start telling us how you really feel,
'cause it's just not gonna work out any other way.
I mean, if we're gonna be working together,
then we just can't afford to have secrets.
JORDAN: Um...
Yeah, I... I don't, I don't like Richie.
She knows that.
I think he has bad ideas.
I don't feel like it's about Richie at all.
You talk about your vision for us.
What is it?
I think you know my vision, Leigh.
I don't think I know your vision.
You talk about your vision
and... and getting us to the next level,
but I don't think you have any real answers.
Okay. Okay. Yeah.
You girls finished?
I want you to show me how you feel.
What do you mean?
You know, when Hope and I would get mad at each other,
we'd have to find a way to... to let our anger out.
(SIGHS)
So, we'd wrestle.
Fight a little bit.
Felt good.
(CHUCKLES) What? Go for it.
It'll show me which one of you wants it more.
(LAUGHS, SNORTS) Okay, come on.
I... I mean, as mad as we get with each other,
I... I would never hit Leigh. It's kind of fucked up.
Not in a million years. (GASPS)
Leigh, what the fuck was that?
(PANTS) Jesus Christ. (GROANS) I...
Hit me back. I would never hit you.
I guess Leigh's the one who wants it more.
Don't back out,
like you always do.
Or do I care more about the band than you do?
You gonna quit just 'cause it got hard?
(GRUNTS) (CHUCKLES)
I'm only here because I care about the band.
And you. And... and our... our future.
(GRUNTS) (GROANS, PANTS)
(GRUNTS) (GROANS)
Ow. It fucking hurts! That's right. It hurts.
Do it. Hit her.
(BOTH GRUNT, GROAN)
(JORDAN SCREAMS)
(GROANS, PANTS) Stop moving!
(GRUNTS) JORDAN: (GROANS) Stop.
(BOTH GRUNT) LEIGH: Ow!
(BOTH PANT)
("TAKING THE TRUCK" PLAYING)
(BOTH GRUNT, PANT)
(GRUNTS) (JORDAN SCREAMS)
♪ Some say I'm being harsh
♪ But I'm the one That lived it ♪
(SCREAMS, GROANS)
♪ Some say I'm being rash... HARPER: Go on.
Show her how you feel.
(GROANS)
You think you're better than me?
You think you're so much better just 'cause you write my songs!
No, I don't! Yeah, you do!
♪ And now you'll spare No damn expense... ♪
You think I'm just a pretty face.
You think I'm dumb! (JORDAN GROANS)
I don't think that! You're not dumb!
(PANTS)
♪ Hot damn, was I a fool... ♪
It takes a real PhD
to suck Richie Raleigh Jones' redneck dick every other night.
(JORDAN GRUNTS) (GROANS, GASPS)
(SONG STOPS PLAYING)
(PANTING)
Well...
seems like these two got some unresolved issues.
(CALL BOX BUZZES)
Who the hell would be buzzing at my door?
You girls invite friends? It... it might be Richie.
And why the hell would that turd be at my gate?
I... I told him where we were last night.
(CALL BOX BUZZES) (SIGHS) All right, let's go.
Come on. (LEIGH GROANS)
(LOCK BEEPS, CLICKS)
I thought you weren't a big fan of Richie.
I'm not.
Then it should just be Leigh and myself.
(DOOR SHUTS) (LOCK BEEPS)
(PANTS) Goddamn it. Leigh!
Come on! (DOORKNOB RATTLES)
(CALL BOX BUZZES) RICHIE: Miss Dutch?
(CALL BOX BUZZES) (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Here. Here, change. Quickly.
Who is it? RICHIE: Miss Dutch?
Speaking.
RICHIE: It's Richie Raleigh Jones.
Well, that... that couldn't be better timing.
I'm gonna buzz you in. (STATIC CRACKLES)
Hey, do you, do you know where my phone is?
It's not in here. What are you doing, Leigh?
I see you.
Complimenting my house, the way I look, my music.
I know you.
And you don't give a damn about her.
I know what you saw down there, and...
that couldn't be further from the truth, okay?
Jordan... Jordan's my best friend.
We're like sisters.
Probably better than being a sister,
because, you know, sisters can get
all heated up over the littlest of things.
It is a difficult relationship, to say the least.
I know you blame yourself for Hope,
but it's not your fault.
Have you thought about, maybe, like, talking to somebody?
I mean, I... I could help you find a therapist or s--
HARPER: (LAUGHS) Look at you.
You're working me.
Like you're... you're gonna help me find something?
Like... like the way you found Jordan?
What are you talking about? HARPER: Tears?
Tears at the Bluebird Café?
So... so you tell me...
how many times?
How many girls before you picked her?
I don't know, four or five?
You caught me. (SCOFFS) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
What do you want me to say? She... she was great.
She is great.
Uh, but she wasn't getting anywhere and neither was I.
And you should know more than anybody,
you need a story.
And that story, it worked for both of us.
I'm not a bad person.
You're not that good either.
I miss Hope.
I miss her every day, and I... (SIGHS)
I blame myself.
But now, you're gonna help me fix it.
Because, you see, you are Hope and Jordan is me.
What does that mean? (CALL BOX BUZZES)
Oh, fuck your old balls boyfriend.
(GROANS, MUTTERS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GULPS, GROANS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(HINGE CREAKS) (JORDAN GRUNTS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(GASPS SOFTLY)
(GASPS)
(DRAWER SHUTS)
JORDAN: (GASPS) Oh, my God.
(GLASS SHATTERS)
(GROANS, BREATHES HEAVILY)
Huh.
There he is.
How you doing, Dick?
Nice to see you, Miss Dutch.
(SMACKS LIPS) Been a while.
Sorry to intrude on you like this.
It's just that I haven't seen or heard from you
since the night before last. I...
I'm sorry.
Uh, we sort of just kind of got carried away,
having a good time. (SMOOCHES)
(KISSES)
The girls just came by for some free advice on a whim.
Nothing's free in Nashville, is it?
Yeah, I've been trying to tell them that. (CHUCKLES)
I think they're starting to believe me.
Dare I ask where, uh, Jordan is?
She left.
You know, but it's just my luck that you decided
to come by right now.
I... I actually need a favor from you, Richie.
Would... would you mind sitting?
Leigh, maybe get us some drinks.
Yes, ma'am. HARPER: Have a seat.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(LOCK BEEPS)
(LOCK BEEPS, CHIMES)
(DOOR OPENS)
I want to get back out there again.
RICHIE: Hmm. Yeah.
I want to... I want to do something new,
a whole new take.
I think it's time to get the Harper Dutch name
back on people's lips.
Well, I think I could help with that.
Yes, I thought you could.
(LAUGHS) And you have just the lady
in your arsenal that's gonna help me do that.
She's the real deal.
She's a real star. RICHIE: Yeah.
I've been telling people that for a long time.
(LEIGH CHUCKLES) (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
It's nothing.
Well, hell, with the two of you,
who the hell needs Jordan, right?
And, Miss Dutch, I got to tell you,
I think people are gonna be so excited
to see you back out there on stage again.
Especially after everything that you been through
and all the rumors going around. I just--
Rumors? (FINGERNAIL TAPPING)
What kind of rumors?
(STAMMERS) I... I mean, it's...
I just mean people talk. It's Nashville.
Yeah. (GULPS)
RICHIE: I... I didn't... I didn't mean, um, rumors,
like, a... about you.
Uh, well, folks were very sad.
And then, uh, well, you, uh, disappeared from the world
quite a while. (LIQUID POURING)
I've been in mourning.
People don't approve of that? RICHIE: Yes.
Of course they do.
I'm... I'm just saying that folks miss you.
And what'd they say about Hope? They... they miss her, too.
And I think everybody feels like it's...
it's a damn shame what happened.
Was a shame.
(SIGHS)
We're empty. I'll go get us some more drinks.
(LEIGH CHUCKLES) HARPER: Oh.
You read my mind.
(LAUGHS)
Hey. Here's to a new duo. Hell yeah.
RICHIE: Hell yeah.
Richie, could I... could I offer you some pie?
Sure.
(GLASS CRACKLING)
(GASPS) Jesus.
How... how did you get out of the basement?
What the fuck was that?
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Nothing. You just... you came in at a weird time.
JORDAN: I knew you wanted to leave Torn Hearts.
Just never expected you to lock me in a basement
and trade me in for Harper Dutch.
(KNIFE CLANKING) You know, I remember
when you were just starting out, Dick.
Just a little pipsqueak. Yeah.
Was just a young, dumb farm boy
kind of running around in the city. (CHUCKLES)
HARPER: Sometimes it just seems like
you're still rolling around in the mud.
A little pig.
I'm pr... pretty sure Harper killed Hope.
What are you talking about?
You don't even want to know what I saw down there.
A... a secret room. Like a b... body parts. Fingers.
I really do love this idea of you and Leigh together.
I... I think it's fantastic. I am so excited.
And if I'm gonna be honest with you,
just in my personal, humble, professional opinion,
I think it might be your best shot
back in the mainstream after being gone
all these years.
Could it have been a joke? No. It's not a... a joke.
I don't think so.
RICHIE: Leigh, she's got something.
She's got that stardust,
that... that kind of stardust that Hope had.
And then you,
you're the tried-and-true one, ain't you?
The strong old hand behind her. Good old Harper Dutch.
JORDAN: Like, she probably didn't even want
to record a song with us.
She was just saying she wanted to record a song with us.
She says a lot of shit, okay?
She... she convinced us to beat the shit out of each other.
Like, you don't think that's fucking weird?
Well, you and me, we both know
what it takes to make it in this business.
And if there's you and there's me,
and we're standing there behind Leigh...
Well, goddamn, fuck, I think you're gonna be unstoppable.
You know what I'm saying?
JORDAN: Harper is sick.
Okay? She's trying to turn us against each other.
Jordan, come on.
I mean, we obviously had
some issues to work out before we got here.
Hey, Dick,
anyone ever tell you you talk too much?
My ex used to tell me that all the time.
You know what?
I've got a fantastic idea for a song for you guys.
(HARPER GRUNTS) (GASPS, GROANS)
(RICHIE GROANS) (KNIFE SNAPS)
(GURGLES, CHOKES) (HARPER BREATHES HEAVILY)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(PANTS)
(GATE CREAKS)
(KEYS RATTLING) (LOCK CLICKS)
Can you just listen to me, Leigh?
Stop telling me to listen to you!
I'm sick and tired of everybody bossing me around
and telling me what to do.
Today, I'm gonna do things my own way for once in my life.
Okay, well, just believe me about what I saw.
We should just go.
That's what you want, isn't it?
You want us both to leave so neither of us
get to work with Harper.
Yeah.
I'm not going anywhere.
She says that I have star power.
Something you've always been jealous of.
I'm jealous, Leigh? (SHUSHES) Stop.
Don't... don't shush me, okay? Shut up.
Just calm down. No, no. Fine, fine.
(SHUSHES) I knew you wanted to jump ship
on the band and me, so just do it!
No one's stop-- HARPER: Ladies.
Are you two arguing?
You know, when we argue with each other,
it's just not right. We all lose.
You changed. You look great.
HARPER: And I see that, uh,
that you made it out of the basement.
You know, I was just talking to Richie,
and he thinks
Torn Hearts with Harper Dutch is a great idea.
He does? Yeah, no.
No, I heard what he said. It wasn't that.
HARPER: He said we need Jordan's artistry
and Leigh's star power.
And then, of course, y'all need me.
So I was thinking maybe we could lay down part of that song
that we were talking about, if y'all are still interested.
I mean, I know I am.
Yeah, well, yeah, I am, too.
Hope I don't get in your way.
Then don't.
Um, where's Richie?
Uh, is he gonna come and--
You know, the reception is so bad in this house.
He just had to step out and make a call.
Come on, girls, let's go. This way. Walk this way.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
HARPER: All right.
Now, you wanted permission to use that microphone,
so... so you go right ahead.
(DOOR SHUTS) Uh, Jordan,
could you just move that out of the way, please?
We're gonna... we're gonna put the microphone right there.
That's where it sounds the best.
That's right. Okay. Now, gather round.
You ready, girls?
What's the song?
It's a song that, uh, that Hope wrote.
It's the last one.
We never recorded it. (RECORDER HUMMING)
So, we're going to sing it a cappella.
You girls will get it. You're just gonna follow along.
All right?
(TAPPING HANDS RHYTHMICALLY)
(TAPPING FOOT RHYTHMICALLY)
♪ There was a time You were mine ♪
♪ Didn't question anything About your kind ♪
♪ You always knew Just what to say ♪
♪ Never thought it would ever
♪ Go away ♪
♪ Where did you go? I can't see you now ♪
♪ Can't see you now ♪
♪ Why did you leave? I can't feel you now ♪
♪ Can't feel you now ♪
♪ So sad, so sad it is ♪
♪ Miss the touch Of your fingertips ♪
♪ I'm gonna die with your name On my lips ♪
Sing with me now.
ALL: ♪ Where did you go? I can't see you now ♪
♪ Why did you leave? I can't feel you now ♪
♪ So sad, so sad it is So sad ♪
♪ Miss the touch Of your fingertips ♪
♪ I'm gonna die with your name On my lips ♪
♪ I'm gonna die with your name
♪ On my lips
(SOBS) Sorry. (CHUCKLES, CRIES) It was just so sad.
It was gorgeous but sad. (SNIFFLES)
Oh! Come here, honey. Thank you. Thank you so much.
(LEIGH SNIFFLES) HARPER: That's all right.
C... come on in here, Jordan.
Yeah, let's just... we're gonna make it right.
We're gonna...
We're just gonna make everything all right.
Yeah.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
You know, a lady's boudoir is where
she keeps all her secrets. (JORDAN CHUCKLES)
Wow, your room is beautiful.
Oh, thank you, Leigh.
(SMACKS LIPS) And, uh, what do you think, Miss Jordan?
Oh, I... I like it, too. Yeah.
Almost there.
She just talked to that photo.
Don't talk shit. Do you want to be here or not?
Of course I do, Leigh.
I sang with Harper Dutch. (CHUCKLES) I could die happy.
Yeah, so could I. (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
For my girls.
Oh, my God, that's stunning. Mm-hmm.
Wow. Thank you.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
HARPER: (WHISPERS) Yes.
You're gonna help me even it out.
For Hope.
What do you mean by that?
You know what I mean.
I... I don't, actually. (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
HARPER: (GASPS) Look at you. You look just like her.
Come here.
All right.
I think you need just a little something.
It won't be a lot.
Yes, there you go. (LEIGH CHUCKLES)
Open.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
All righty. Now blot.
Beautiful. (CHUCKLES)
HARPER: You clean up well.
Just think about it.
All three of us together. You girls are gonna help me.
You ready to hear next steps? Yes.
All of us?
Yeah. You sure?
You don't seem sure, Leigh.
You know, it's funny.
You act like you care about me and you care about the band...
but you'd leave me in a heartbeat
the second things got hard.
Yeah, maybe I would leave. Hmm.
I'm the songwriter.
And I'm the one in front.
(SCOFFS) What would you even sing?
You'd be doing covers at open mics.
You would be nothing without me.
No, you're nothing without me.
I could always go off on my own. Where would you go, Jordan?
Who would do all the work for you, Leigh?
LEIGH: You think what I do isn't work? (SCOFFS)
I'm the one putting in the time at bars,
chatting up every promoter.
I entertain the crowd.
I'm the face.
That is work.
It's not real work.
LEIGH: Write your little songs,
but you're always gonna have to write them for others.
You're always gonna be one step behind
the person who really brings it together.
And that's you?
Yeah. (CHUCKLES) Yeah, it is.
You finally see me. Oh, I see you.
LEIGH: (SIGHS) No.
You don't. That's the problem.
Well, you don't appreciate me.
I don't think anyone will ever appreciate you
as much as you appreciate yourself.
Anything else?
Your beauty will fade and you'll have nothing left.
No one will want you.
Not even Richie.
And you're gonna end up bitter and alone.
You're never gonna be anything more than someone else's backup.
HARPER: That's something Hope and I never could do.
Tell the truth.
The truth hurts.
Hope brought you to me. I know it.
She wants me to even things out. She wants me to have redemption.
You girls ready to help me do that?
Yes. (SNIFFLES) I am.
HARPER: It hadn't been pretty this last number of years.
Now, I can't, I... I can't tell you the...
the number of nights that I've hurt.
That I cried and...
You just get lonely.
I... I've been lonely.
I get very lonely, Hope.
Leigh?
What?
I'm sorry.
HARPER: You know, they do say the right accessory
can make an outfit! (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Even it out.
Miss Dutch.
JORDAN: (SCREAMS) Leigh, run!
Miss Dutch, what are you doing? JORDAN: Leigh!
Leigh, run! It's time for me to atone.
(GUNSHOTS) (GASPS)
Go! Go!
(GLASS SHATTERS) (BOTH GROAN)
(BOTH PANT)
Is it locked? Um, yeah, there's--
Try... try the living room. Shit.
Or the... the window. LEIGH: Okay, okay.
(GASPS) Jordy?
Yeah? Oh.
LEIGH: Oh, man! (BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
D... don't... don't look. Go. Go.
There's bars. JORDAN: Check the other door.
(DOORKNOB RATTLING) LEIGH: It's locked!
This one has bars, too!
(GUNSHOT) (SCREAMS, GASPS)
HARPER: Where the hell you going, Miss Leigh?
This is my house.
I will tear it to shreds to get to you two.
(PANTS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GUN COCKS)
(LEIGH GRUNTS) (GUNSHOT)
(GUN COCKS)
(GUNSHOT) (LEIGH SCREAMS)
(GUNSHOT)
(GUN COCKS)
(GRUNTS, GROANS) (GROANS)
(GROANS) No!
(GRUNTS)
Bitch!
You're gonna have to try harder than that.
(PANTS)
I think she's missing on purpose.
What?
She doesn't want to kill me. She had the chance.
Oh, my... Oh, my God, you're right.
You're right. She's fucking with us.
She's... she been fucking with us
since the moment we walked through that door.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC INTENSIFIES) (SIGHS)
Now, we have to go to the basement.
No, no. W... we'll be trapped. No, I... I have a plan.
Okay? You... you have to trust me.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
JORDAN: Go! Go!
LEIGH: Oh, Jesus!
(BOTH PANT)
(JORDAN GRUNTS) What the hell is this?
JORDAN: I tried to tell you.
(HANDGUN COCKS)
LEIGH: No. Leigh.
No, I... I'm not, I'm not-- No.
I'm not killing Harper Dutch. (SHUSHES)
We have to do anything we need to do to get out of here.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) Take the gun, Leigh.
Do you even know how to use this?
(HANDGUN COCKS) I'm from Texas, Leigh.
Of course I do.
(GUN CLICKS)
Look, I don't want to kill her.
Okay? She's... she's my hero. Just don't make me kill her.
JORDAN: Okay. Please.
I promise. (PANTS)
Um... (BREATHES HEAVILY)
Help me, Leigh.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) (JORDAN GRUNTS)
(SIGHS) Oh.
It's almost time.
I promise.
HOPE: Harper. Harper, I'm in here.
HOPE: (LAUGHING) Har... Harper.
HARPER: We're a team. HOPE: Harper.
HARPER: A good one.
HOPE: I mean, I just sing... (LAUGHTER ECHOING)
HOPE: It's all credit to Him.
And very long showers. (LAUGHTER ECHOING)
Oh, Harper's the real artist-- I love singing in the shower.
Hope.
HARPER: I can attest to that. HOPE: We disagree sometimes.
HOPE: She wants to go one way and I want to go another.
Oh, Hope. I...
I know. (HOPE CHUCKLING)
I know it's time for me to atone.
HOPE: But we're in this together.
We're a team. (DISTORTED VOICE OVERLAPPING)
(WHISPERS) Hope.
It's so good to see you.
HOPE: Oh, I couldn't do any of this without my sister.
(DISTORTED OVERLAPPING VOICES)
(HARPER GROANS)
(BOTH GRUNT) (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GROANS) (GRUNTS)
(HARPER GRUNTS) (GROANS)
JORDAN: Leigh! Shoot her!
I... I don't want to kill her!
Then don't shoot to kill!
HARPER: Oh!
(HARPER YELPS, GROANS)
(GASPS)
Miss Dutch, let go of the gun.
I'm just... I'm gonna... I'm gonna take the gun, Miss...
We don't want to kill you. (PANTS)
I'm not finished. I... I'm not finished.
Hmm. Go find our phones.
No, I'm not... I'm not leaving you. (PANTS)
What's the matter? You don't trust me?
Oh, do you trust me?
I... I trust you, Leigh. I trust you.
I saw you for who you were when you walked through my door.
And now, I need you.
I need... I need you now to help me finish.
Just get the gun.
Help me finish.
(WHIMPERS) Miss Dutch...
talk to me.
What do... what do you need to do to finish?
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Atone.
I need... I need to atone.
(PANTS) To... to atone for what?
JORDAN: For what you did to Hope?
You killed her. Right?
I told you.
You killed Hope?
Why?
She was gonna leave me.
See, um...
we hadn't toured for a while.
We were expecting this, uh,
this big grand reception at the Opry,
but... (EXHALES)
...we barely made it to 50 percent capacity.
We were crushed.
And then, the next morning, we were having breakfast here,
and...
and she admitted that she'd been working on some solo stuff.
That the guys at the label had encouraged her.
That she, uh, she said she wanted to go on tour alone
and, uh, and... and buy herself a new house.
Get herself a new life, basically.
Without me.
I just...
I got so angry at her.
And then, uh, I don't know what came over me.
And then when I...
when I see her face, after the, uh...
after the fire rang out, I...
She was so frightened.
(SOBS)
You know, I loved... I loved Hope,
and I... I just wanted to...
I wanted to keep her.
Pieces of her.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Our sales, they... they went through the roof that month.
A sister in mourning.
What a good story. They just love a story.
(GASPS, WHISPERS) I'm so sorry, Miss Dutch.
You're sorry?
Leigh, what are you talking about?
Sh... she killed her sister.
HARPER: And then you two wound up at my doorstep.
(JORDAN PANTING)
And I... I think Hope saw things differently.
She... she... then she realized that I could atone.
With you.
How do you atone?
You have to make it.
You have to do everything that Hope couldn't do.
And Jordan has to go.
I have to go.
Go?
(SCOFFS) Go where? What are you talking about?
You're the one who walks away with a story.
So you can be a star.
You're... you're not... you're not buying this.
Right? (CHUCKLES)
Leigh.
Leigh, honey...
put down the gun.
Leigh, what are you doing?
I'm not killing Harper Dutch. I told you.
She has a plan.
JORDAN: What the hell are you talking about?
Low lows.
What? (PANTS)
No.
Miss... Miss Dutch, you sit down!
Sit down right now!
We are gonna even this out.
Sit down, Miss Dutch!
You're me and I'm you. So, we both need to atone.
I haven't done anything wrong.
We're gonna do it at the same time.
This doesn't make any sense!
On three, I'm gonna say "go." It has to be at the same time
so that I'm sure that it can happen.
I will shoot you, Miss Dutch! Good!
Leigh, tell her to stop! One!
She's gonna listen to you! Two!
This... this won't do anything!
This is for Hope! Thr... (GUNSHOT)
(BODY THUDS)
(PANTS, WHIMPERS)
I... I know you didn't want to kill her, Leigh, but...
she...
she was pointing a gun at me, and I thought that...
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Leigh?
(GROANS) But you did it anyway.
(GROANS) LEIGH: I knew you would.
Kill her before she killed you.
She told you to wait until three,
so you could go together.
But I did it for you. Now you can.
Leigh. (BREATHES HEAVILY) Can you call--
Oh, I'm gonna call somebody. (JORDAN GROANS)
What's the matter? You don't get it?
Hmm?
This is my story now. She was right.
My idol, she traps us down here.
She kills her sister. My boyfriend.
My best friend and bandmate,
who died bravely trying to save me.
(LAUGHS) Oh, Jordan, that's the story.
That's the story.
(JORDAN GROANS)
(CHUCKLES, GASPS) Oh.
Oh, I thought I'd lost you.
You know, she knew.
She knew you were gonna kill me.
It was me or you.
It's always been me or you.
It doesn't have to be that way.
Aw, honey. Hmm?
But it does. (GROANS)
Plus, not like we can do much now, right?
Oh. Ooh, ooh. (CHUCKLES) (GROANS)
Sorry. (KISSES)
I'll miss you. (CHUCKLES) (GROANS, PANTS)
(JORDAN GROANING)
(CHUCKLES) We did it.
We're gonna be stars.
I won't let you down. I promise.
(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)
JORDAN: ♪ We have high highs
(GUN COCKS) JORDAN: ♪ Low lows
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Jordan! (GUNSHOT)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(NEWS THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
So, you knew Torn Hearts and Harper Dutch quite well?
Yes, ma'am.
Talented, wonderful women. Lives cut too short.
A senseless tragedy.
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING) ♪ When you were mine ♪
♪ Didn't question anything About your kind... ♪
It's to my understanding you're bringing
some of Torn Hearts' music back to life,
in tribute to Jordan Wilder and Leigh Blackhouse.
It's actually a tribute to all four women.
Lucky enough, my team was able to get the last known recording
of Harper Dutch and Torn Hearts, titled "Go."
And I'm happy to be playing that for you tonight.
♪ Why did you leave? I can't feel you now ♪
(MUSIC DISTORTS) CALEB: ♪ So sad, so sad it is
♪ I miss the touch Of your fingertips ♪
♪ I'm gonna die with your name ♪
♪ On my lips ♪
♪ I'm gonna die with your name On my lips ♪
♪ Where did you go? I can't see you now... ♪
LEIGH: (ECHOING) We're like sisters.
I know what you saw down there, and...
that couldn't be further from the truth, okay?
Jordan... Jordan's my best friend.
HARPER: ♪ Miss the touch Of your fingertips ♪
♪ I'm gonna die with your name ♪
♪ On my lips ♪
♪ I'm gonna die with your name On my lips ♪
CALEB: ♪ I'm gonna die With your name ♪
(RECORDER CLICKS)
HARPER: ♪ On my lips (SONG CONCLUDES)
("I'M CRAZY(LOVE ME ANYWAY)" BY TORN HEARTS PLAYING)
♪ Breathe in, breathe out ♪
♪ Try not to suffocate We're doing what we can ♪
♪ But let me tell you, man It's hard out here ♪
♪ For a good-time girl ♪
♪ In a "Who gives a shit Go eff yourself" world ♪
♪ Hold on tight, buckle up ♪
♪ Don't know What comes next, honey ♪
♪ You're like me And I'm like you ♪
♪ Sometimes I cry That ain't nothing new ♪
♪ Boy, I told you That I'm crazy ♪
♪ But who isn't? ♪
♪ So love me anyway
♪ Love me anyway
♪ Love me anyway ♪
("HIGH AND LOWS" BY TORN HEARTS PLAYING)
LEIGH: ♪ We know what we have And we know what we don't ♪
♪ We know we're nothing Nobody else would want ♪
JORDAN: ♪ So we're here In this back and forth ♪
BOTH: ♪ Keeps us going Every way but our true north ♪
♪ We have high highs And low lows ♪
♪ Guess it's just how The story goes ♪
♪ It's why we stay And why we leave ♪
♪ And keep running back At least once a week ♪
♪ For those highs and lows ♪
(SONG CONCLUDES)