3000 Miles to Graceland Page #2

Back up.

White is light, red is dead.

I'm only going to say this once.

Who is listening?

I am.

In the corner, now.

Get on your knees, put your heads

on the ground. What's your problem?

What's your problem?

He's deaf!

Well, you're not.

Put his head on the f***ing ground.

$50s and $100s, no cellophane.

Holy sh*t!

Main booth, scramble security.

Call Vegas P.D. We need backup.

- Shut up.

- Shut up!

Let's go. Come on, Gus.

Come on, Gus!

Let's go, Gus.

That's enough!

They're coming out. Do not engage

on floor, direct them to B-41.

Intercept there. B-4-1.

They're at Registration.

Vegas P.D. en route.

Right at VIP.

Let me know if they follow, Hanson.

Station 3, where are you?

They're coming.

Nothing'll happen here.

Left at dollar slots.

Relax, Gus.

They're moving us.

Anyone gets between us and Michael,

it's on.

They're in B-41.

Freeze! Hold it right there.

Everyone we got, now, scramble!

Go!

Give me the f***ing camera!

Missed me, b*tch!

Come on!

Let's go! Franklin, let's go!

Come on!

Knock them down, Michael!

Let's go!

Freeze! Vegas P.D.!

Get the gun!

Take us up, Mike!

Franklin is hit!

Franklin, come on! You'll make it!

Fifteen, one to go!

Clear!

Where the hell is he?

Christ, Murph, what's the deal?

F***!

He'll be here.

"Just slip out the back, Jack

"Make a new plan, Stan

"You don't need to be coy, Roy

"Just listen to me

"Hop on the bus, Gus

You don't need to discuss much

"Just drop off the key, Lee

And set yourself free"

Helicopter!

Let's go!

Ladies and gentlemen,

Elvis has left the building!

Hang in there!

- You're going to make it!

- You're going to be okay, Franklin!

I'm dying!

- Put pressure on it!

- I'm dying, man!

I won't make it!

Hang on!

Help me!

Is he gonna make it?

F*** him.

How you doing?

Where is the pisser?

- Nice place you got here.

- A real sh*t hole.

Gus, give me a hand.

Oh, yeah.

That's a lot of money.

$3.2 million.

$3.2 million?

That's a beautiful thing.

Less Jack's 10 percent.

Right.

Damn.

That's a lot of money

just to fly a helicopter.

Would you rather we used

a hot air balloon?

No.

Or maybe hang gliders?

Would you rather we used hang gliders?

I don't know what a hang glider is.

I doubt you know how to fly

a f***ing helicopter, either.

If you ask me, $320,000 is well worth it.

Besides, Jack has

taken care of a lot of sh*t...

...you don't know anything about.

All right. Back to business.

Where is Franklin's pile?

What are you talking about?

Franklin. Anybody remember him?

I was there. Franklin is dead.

Right. So, where is Franklin's pile?

Well, Murph, we don't make him a pile.

We split up four ways.

Wrong. Franklin's pile

does not get split up.

Sure, I'm good with that.

Bullshit!

Who gets the remaining 15 percent, then?

- Let me guess.

- It was my deal, Hanson.

No, I want that 15 percent

split up four ways.

- You want?

- Yeah, I want.

Well, I could give a flying f***

what you want.

A deal is a deal.

Let me put it this way.

That f***ing deal died with Franklin.

Now, it's time to make a new deal.

That's a commitment, Hanson.

I'll give you that.

F*** it. We shot everybody in the casino,

let's start shooting each other.

Come on, you guys, let's just settle down,

all right? We don't need this.

Gus is right. Let's just keep this simple.

I'll take my 15 percent, plus 25 percent

of Franklin's end, and I'll take it now.

- I'm not letting that happen.

- Why the hell not?

Because that would change the plan,

and when plans change...

...things get f***ed up!

- You'll have to learn to be more flexible.

- The plan stays!

We have an arrangement in Twin Falls...

...where we'll get 70 cents on the dollar.

We'll keep that arrangement.

All of us.

After that, I'm over the border into Canada

and you can all get on Michael's boat...

...for all I care.

No. Nobody gets on my boat but me.

Right.

Whatever.

If anyone goes before then,

there's a chance you'll spend the money.

You spend the money, you'll get popped.

And the chances are you'll talk.

Either way, I'm not taking that chance.

Murph, I've been doing this a long time

and I've never dropped dime on anybody.

Want to keep blowing smoke in my face,

or you want me to blow your head off?

You go do whatever it is you got to do

in Twin Falls or wherever.

That's your criminal right.

Me, I'm staying right here.

You both have hot sheets.

Instead of traveling with you...

...I should be putting as much distance

from you as humanly possible.

Traveling with you fucks

is the weakest part of the plan.

But since we don't trust each other,

we'll travel north together as a group.

So, try to think of us as the Osmonds,

only we don't f***ing get along.

Gentlemen, as far as I'm concerned,

this job is done.

I'm cashing out.

Just give me my f***ing money.

Is that an order?

No, come on, that wasn't an order.

I mean, technically it wasn't.

- What about you, Gus?

- What?

You think this is your f***ing money?

No, no. This is my money.

That's your money.

Michael.

I just want to get on the move, Murph.

Makes you the only f***ing pig

in the room, Hanson.

You make me laugh, you know?

I can't imagine what goes through

that sick mind of yours.

Sometimes I actually think you believe

you're the King himself.

What is it with those side burns?

I glued mine on for the job.

For you, it's an actual lifestyle choice.

- Shut up.

- I'm serious!

Shut up.

It's f***ing sad, man.

Nevertheless, I do know the golden rule.

And what's that, sweetheart?

F*** the gold.

He who has the nickel plating...

...makes the rules.

You shot him!

That's right, Gus.

Now, I'm going to kill him.

Sweetheart.

Wrap him up.

Wrap him up.

Wrap him up!

F***!

- Anybody?

- No.

We need some towels!

He's bleeding all over the place.

Hey, Murph.

How are we going to

split up the money now?

Hey, this boy is heavy.

I think he had one too many peanut butter

and fried banana sandwiches.

God!

Need a ride, fella?

Thanks.

F***!

A raid as wild and as daring as

anything seen on the American landscape.

The Riviera Hotel and Casino

exploded today in a shower of gunfire...

...during the International Elvis Convention.

Where's Jesse?

Come here, you little sh*t!

What the hell...

Where is it? Where is that damn money?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- I'm calling the cops right now.

911 operator. Please state your name

and location of the emergency.

Yes, hello.

Hello?

This is the 911 operator.

Hello, ma'am?

Ma'am?

I thought you might change your mind.

Where did you get that?

You're the one. The casino in Vegas.

It's all over the news.

That's you.

- Get over there and sit down.

- Go.

That's $100,000 in there.

Just for you to keep your mouth shut.

You don't have to pay me off,

I won't tell anybody.

No, you're not.

All I need is a couple of days.

After that, you can do

whatever the hell you want.

Everything is understood?

I got it.

Well.

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