3000 Miles to Graceland Page #3

Hey, Elvis.

Is there any chance that

I might be able to see you again?

Sorry, Cybil.

Are you 100 percent sure of that?

Yeah, 100,000 percent.

- I need your car.

- What?

Yeah, the old Valiant out there.

Where are the keys?

I'm not giving that to you.

Yeah, you are.

Because I just gave you $100,000 for it.

I don't care how much you just gave me.

Anyway, it's not my car.

It's my grandmother's.

- You either give me the keys right now...

- Or what?

You're going to kill us?

You know, there is a simple solution here.

Yeah, there is.

You can take us with you.

What?

Why not? Where are you going?

I haven't got time for this.

You got three seconds to get me

those keys...

...or I'll splatter cherry pie

on that wall behind you and...

...I'm dead serious about that. One, two...

Stop pointing that gun at my mom.

Who's there?

It's the police.

Can you open the door, please?

Mom, money!

Sit down.

Sit down!

Mom, get the door.

Can I help you?

Evening. We received

an emergency 911 call from this room.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

The call was disconnected.

We were in the neighborhood.

Everything okay?

Yeah, it's fine.

We were just fixing to leave.

Can we come in, ma'am?

Of course you can.

...Elvis impersonators made it up the

elevator and to the roof where they were...

...taken by helicopter,

we don't know where.

Are you the man of the house?

We just got engaged.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you. We're really excited about it.

We're about to go on a trip

to the Grand Canyon.

- Jesse, why don't you go get your stuff?

- Okay.

Well, I'll be right back.

So, which of you is

the one who dialed 911?

I'm sorry.

I was trying to dial 411 for information

and I dialed 9 by mistake.

Well, I guess we're all set here.

- We'll be on our way.

- So are we.

Come on.

Ma'am, can I give you a hand

with your bag?

If you wouldn't mind. It's really heavy.

We got a lot of schoolbooks.

It would be my pleasure.

We'll be right there.

Come on.

Bye-bye!

You guys are federal marshals?

If we're not,

we'd better give these f***ers back.

Good morning.

Not for them it isn't.

'Morning. Vegas Homicide.

What do you got, Vegas?

No IDs.

Looks like this one was digging,

trying to bury the one in the sheet.

Someone drilled them from the front.

Double taps to the heart.

Three spent .45 casings,

probably more in the sand.

And this is interesting.

.45 slug, slightly deformed.

Vest.

Tell me something, Cybil.

How did that money get up there

in that ceiling?

What do you mean? Jesse put it up there.

It's a little heavy for him

to get up there all by himself.

You're so paranoid.

Yeah, I'm paranoid, because I think

you tried to steal my money.

You don't deserve the money, anyway.

You're just an amateur.

If you're such a pro, you know stealing it

wouldn't have done you any good.

The money is marked,

Miss I-Got-It-All-Figured-Out.

- You're lying.

- Am I?

The news said the money was untraceable.

- The news?

- And the news doesn't lie.

I'm sure they said that.

That way, when the idiots who stole it

try to spend it, they get caught.

You want to know why, Cybil with a "C"?

Because they were dumb shits

and they listened to the news.

- I never thought about it that way.

- I guess not.

All right, here we go. I'm pulling off here.

I can't drive anymore. I got to sleep.

Can I help you?

Can you pump gas?

Good, because nobody does anymore.

Fill it up.

You all be cool now.

Man, what happened to your nose?

What happened to your hair?

We just came from another interrogation.

Which reminds me.

Quig, why do they call it a head-butt?

It's not like I knocked that prick out

by slamming my forehead into his ass.

Yeah, that's true.

I would have come forward sooner...

...but I was busy getting my beak mended.

I heard about the robbery after the surgery.

I put two and two together and here I am,

in the flesh.

- I'll tell you what I told them other guys.

- Which is what?

I knew one of them.

You're certain of that?

He's a real crazy motherf***er, too.

He was...

...sinister, you know?

Some creepy, freaky, level 9 type sh*t.

Dark.

Kind that's liable to shove a little snake

up the coochies of women.

Yeah, you better watch out for that one.

Wherever he go, trouble bound to follow.

Oh, my God! Is he dead?

Jumper cables might help.

Did it hurt?

That's a funny question.

Well, did it?

I think maybe the first one did.

I could call the cops, you know.

You could try.

Allow me.

Need some spot welding done?

This guy you seem to know so well:

- He's a real Elvis impersonator?

- No.

- What does that mean?

- Remember when the King died in '77?

Jesus, was it '77?

He had a clause in his will

which stated that Lisa Marie...

...along with any illegitimate child

he may have fathered...

...be entitled to his entire estate.

Naturally, I came forward.

- Naturally.

- That's when I first met him.

Did "him" have a name?

Yeah! Murphy.

Thomas Murphy.

Where are you headed?

Can I come?

Can I?

Go get your bubble gum.

- Smoke?

- No.

But I do everything else.

It's a nasty habit.

Our music, rock 'n' roll music

is basically gospel or rhythm blues.

I did not try to steal your money!

Besides, that was then and this is now.

Yeah, and I should trust you now,

shouldn't I?

Why would I try to steal the golden egg

when I got the whole goose right here?

No. This goose is flying solo

just as soon as we clean this money.

Till then I'm supposed

to automatically trust you?

- Why wouldn't you?

- You're a thief and a bank robber.

I'm not a bank robber, okay?

Look, you're going to get set up

with a little something, all right?

A little something?

I hope your idea of a little something's

my idea of a lot of something.

Christ. Can you just shut up, please?

Not being able to touch hands with body

or body with hands...

Is that better?

How about a down payment

on that little something?

Did I say little? That's not what I meant!

Harder.

Murph?

- Mack.

- How is the road treating you?

Good.

Where's your mob heading?

Reno.

Ever been to Reno?

Get your bubble gum.

Tell me, Michael.

Where are we going to clean the cash?

Don't you worry about the cleaner.

What's the password?

What?

For the cleaner guy.

You don't know him,

you've never seen him before.

- So?

- So, you got to have a password.

How is he going to know

whether you're a cop or not?

All right, so I got a password.

I don't need to know it

because I got it written down.

If I understand this,

once we clean the cash and get new IDs...

...we're really home free.

You are not understanding something.

There is no "we."

Then I'm home free. "Me."

"You" are whatever you are.

Fine.

You want one of those beverages?

- I am good, thank you.

- No, get back to work.

What do you got?

I got this big, fat file on Thomas J. Murphy.

Jesse, don't forget what I told you.

I know what to do.

More coffee, sir?

Sure.

Scoot over and let Mommy out.

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