3000 Miles to Graceland Page #5

- Where?

- Ely, Nevada.

About 300 miles north of Las Vegas.

Then last night, about 400 miles

north of Ely in Twin Falls, Idaho...

...some antique dealer/money washer,

alleged...

...is found dead

near an open and empty safe.

I got $50 on Boise.

You want a piece of that action?

Hey, man, watch the hair.

- Where did you get these?

- I thought you'd like it.

I do like it. A lot.

I didn't know you smoked.

Yeah, once in a while.

Filters are for pussies and guys my age.

Here. That's how young guys

in the joint smoke them.

Try that.

Pretty good?

Yeah, real good.

Want another one?

All right, you made your point.

I got an idea.

Why don't you make me your partner?

I wouldn't let you down.

What if I helped you

get to Murphy and the money?

- Then would you make me your partner?

- No.

Why not?

Because you bring nothing

to the table, okay?

Where's your car now, Mr. Smarty Pants?

Murphy is driving it,

Mr. I-Blow-Chunks-When-I-Smoke.

Exactly. He's driving your stolen car.

Yeah, Murphy is driving my stolen...

I want to report my car stolen.

It's a fire-engine red '59 Cadillac.

Yeah, Coupe de Ville.

License plate 3-K-M-T-G.

Step out of the car, now.

Okay, thanks a lot.

God!

Shut the ignition off

and step out of the vehicle, please.

Cheerleaders!

- Come on, stud.

- Cheerleaders!

What are you in for?

Jaywalking or a visitor's pass?

Nothing that romantic. Grand theft, truck.

Yeah?

Is that it?

So far.

Reporting the car stolen:

Damn risky, if you ask me.

Clever, though.

Had I known you were that smart, I might

not have shot you back in Rosewood.

By the way, I did shoot you, didn't I?

- Where's Cybil?

- Cybil?

Cybil with a "C"?

Where do you think she is, Mike?

Man, you are f***ed up.

Murph, you are seriously a piece of sh*t.

Sticks and stones,

but you'd have done the same...

...if she double-crossed you instead of me.

What? What are you talking about?

What am I talking about?

You mean, you still haven't figured it out?

You two didn't play me.

You didn't even know her.

No, not very well. But I knew you.

You're reaching, Murph.

- Am I?

- You had no reason to bring her in.

Same reason you stayed with her, Mike.

Average American family

out on the road for a little putt-putt.

Why didn't you go back to the motel?

I did.

F***ing coyotes.

Coyotes.

Yeah, no sh*t.

Two of them.

I took one in the grill.

Woke up in a ditch

sucking on the steering wheel.

Face it, Mike, you got played.

It didn't matter to her

who the $100,000 came from. You, me...

I'm trying to face that myself.

It's all bullshit, Murph.

She told you about the $100,000 and

anything else you could beat out of her.

You're right, Mike.

The truth is, she fell so crazy in love

with you in one day...

...that the little grifter decides to sh*t-can

the deal she cuts with me, take off...

...with you...

...the man of her dreams!

By the way, that was the deal

you got, right? $100,000?

Mike.

You know the difference between us?

You're always trying to do the right thing...

...in a bad situation.

Zane, Michael.

Yeah.

Right here.

Right here.

Somebody here to see you about bail.

I know this guy. Can I have a second?

Make it quick.

So...

...where did you hide the money, Murph...

...in the trunk of my car?

Instant karma is a motherf***er, isn't it?

Hey, man, it's always a pleasure

taking care of business with you.

You want karma, a**hole?

You find the money, you'll find the girl.

Hey, Zane!

Find me.

Can I please make my f***ing phone call?

Boise County Superior Court

now in session.

The Honorable Judge Carmody presiding.

Mr. Zane?

Who are you?

Hi, my name is Otto Sinclair.

I'm from 1-800-1-GO-FREE.

Mr. Waingrow asked me

to be your legal representation.

Who?

- Mr. Jesse Waingrow.

- That little sh*t!

Charming little feller, ain't he?

- Am I getting out of here?

- That depends on you.

What do you mean?

Mr. Waingrow's agreed

to purchase the release bond...

...provided you enter

into a partnership with him.

- He said you'd understand.

- You're kidding me.

No, Mr. Zane. I am not.

This is ridiculous. This says 50 percent!

Yes, it does.

Otto, Zane, you're up next.

Make up your mind.

I don't want to waste this judge's time.

You shoplifted in the wrong state.

I'm going to recommend a sentence

of only two years.

See you in court.

Michael Zane!

Good luck, pal.

Hang on a second.

Two years?

Let me see that again.

Jack? Jack, it's me.

Things got a little crazy.

I can't go into everything right now,

so just listen.

I'm in a holding tank in Boise, Idaho.

I'm under the name Jonathan Liebling.

I have to make bail.

I have to do it before my prints come back,

you understand?

Completely.

Bring a couple of guys

and some hardware...

...to that place Michael set up for us.

You know the one I mean?

You got it.

I'll have you out in an hour.

Good.

Fifty percent?

So, I'll see you Tuesday morning, 9:00?

Right.

Come on.

Yeah, Jack.

I'll need your license.

'59 Caddy, red.

Row nine.

Yeah, no sh*t.

I took one in the grill. Woke up in a ditch

sucking on the steering wheel.

Get in the car, Jesse.

I got good news and bad news.

The good news is

your mom is in the trunk.

What's the bad news?

She's alive.

Are you okay?

Baby, give me a hug!

I'm so sorry, baby.

Mom, I thought you were dead.

You knew I was coming back.

What's going on here, Cybil?

What?

There's more money here than we took.

A lot more.

- I don't know anything about that.

- No, of course you don't.

I've been sucking on gas fumes

for five hours. Don't look at me like that!

Come on.

Are you okay?

You're good.

You really are. I mean, that's a nice touch.

The right amount of relief from a loving

mother reunited with her long lost son.

Who she left behind with a sucker

she stole $3 million from.

- I did not set you up!

- Bullshit!

- What are you even talking about?

- Murphy told me.

Surprised? Never mind.

However that happened,

Murphy lied to you and you know it!

No. You lied to me!

You stole my car, my money,

and then you left your son with a stranger.

Let me tell you something.

The Valiant is my grandmother's car,

not yours.

And that is the Riviera Casino's money,

not yours.

And most of all, and get this straight...

...I did not leave my son with a stranger.

Come on.

I left him with you!

You can turn this whole thing around

any way you want. You're good at that.

Don't tell me you didn't take the money,

because you did!

I took it! I did.

I've got two people

to take care of on my own...

...and you made it clear that that was

never going to change. So, yeah, I took it!

All right.

We got to change cars.

We are never going to see you again,

are we?

Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Whatever.

They had the guy in Boise.

They let him go.

- Murphy?

- Yeah.

Sh*t!

Hop in! Come on!

Okay.

Wombats?

State champions.

Big exhibition game up north.

What the f*** is a wombat, anyway?

A wombat, a small, little, furry animal,

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