Elvis & Nixon Page #2

Yeah. I got you.

Hey, you think there could be some sort of

special delivery method?

It's a matter of national security.

The mailbox is down the street.

Hey, Pete.

Ah, sh*t.

Can you come here for a minute, please?

Are they coming to get me?

Excuse me, officer. Is there a problem?

Not at all.

Good morning.

It's Elvis.

Mailbox is around the corner.

You're ex-military. Right?

- Marines.

- Marines, yeah.

Figures.

I was just regular

old Army myself, you know.

Third Armored Battalion.

Trained at Fort Hood.

But we knew the Marines

was where it was at, you know.

Well, it takes a certain kind of grit.

That's it, man. That's it.

I never had it myself,

but I wish that I did.

I'll tell you what.

I'll put it inside for you,

but I can't guarantee

it'll get to the President's office.

Why not?

What's your name?

And who are you, sir?

- Oh, I'm, uh, his head of...

- Personal relations.

- PR, yeah.

- Public relations.

Public relations.

Well, the thing is, Mr. Presley...

Burrows.

I'm undercover.

Mr. Burrows.

We get a lot of mail for the White House.

I'm sure.

And it all has to be cleared through

security before it can reach the President.

Sometimes that can take a few days.

But...

We'll do our best

considering the circumstances, hmm?

Thank you.

It's important to me, you know?

I have a deep respect

for what you gentlemen do.

He's taller than I thought he'd be.

What?

I'm beat.

President's getting raked over the coals

over this Manson trial declaration.

You're never gonna believe this.

You remember when you talked about

finding a friend for the President?

- Someone from the outside.

- Yeah.

Well, you'll never guess in a million years

who just showed up at the Northwest Gate

asking to see him.

Okay. Look, I'm not in the mood

for this. Who?

The King.

The King of what?

The President doesn't have

any appointments with royalty...

Not just any king.

The King.

Elvis.

- Elvis Presley?

- Yes.

At the Northwest Gate? He just walked up.

- Right.

- I'm not kidding. Look.

He delivered this

to the President in person.

"John Burrows. "

Yeah. I don't know what that is.

You swear this isn't a joke,

'cause this penmanship is horrible!

On my honor, yes.

It looks like a child wrote it, I know.

He said he wants to be

a "Federal Agent-At-Large. "

- Does that even exist?

- Oh, who knows.

We got to set this up.

- Hey, Jer!

- Glad you made it, Sonny.

- How you doing?

- Wow, nice place.

- Come here.

- Ah, man.

- What is that?

- I don't know.

The boss man told me

to bring it up from Graceland.

Said it was top secret.

- Where is he?

- He's taking a nap.

Just like old times.

Glad to have you back.

I'm not back.

You missed it last month.

We took the bikes down to New Orleans,

and put the girls on the back and just rode.

E kept stopping every hour or so

to point out a place he used to play at, or

toss the ball around. You know how he is.

Everybody was on their Bonnevilles,

except I was on my Harley.

And goddamn Charlie Hodge

was on a Kawasaki.

E gave him holy hell about that one.

You still got your Bonneville?

No, I... I had to sell it.

You're in the movie business, right?

Hey, you ever watch The Partridge Family?

Laurie Partridge is such a piece of ass.

Next time I'm in town,

can you set me up with her?

I'm not doing that kind of movie stuff.

I'm doing more of the editing.

Not as glamorous,

but I actually did see Faye Dunaway once.

Really?

- How's Charlotte?

- Yeah, she's good.

She still writing that book?

I mean, that's a hell of a fantastic...

F***, I gotta call her.

- Can you keep an eye on him?

- No problemo.

- Hey, babe.

- Hey.

Where are you?

I can't say right now,

but it's pretty crazy.

Elvis had to take a trip and he needed me.

And so, I had to call Graceland.

They were all freaking out.

Priscilla, Vern.

But I think I handled it. Maybe...

Jerry, you're out of town?

Yeah.

You don't remember, do you?

Remember?

My parents are flying in.

Oh, sh*t.

- They're gonna love you.

- Dinner.

Yes, I remember. 8:00.

I arrive at LAX at 6:00,

so I should be home by 7:00.

- Do you promise?

- Of course. Why?

I can hear it in your voice, baby.

You're back.

- I'm not back.

- Good.

Then come back home to me.

There's nothing I want more.

I miss you. I miss everything about you.

- You miss me?

- I miss your face.

And I miss that sweet, sweet ass.

Do you miss Elvis more?

Oh, wow..

E?

Hey. Where's E? He's not here.

I fell asleep.

I leave you with one thing, one thing.

We're the only two people

who know where he is.

I fell asleep. E!

Did you look in the dining room?

E!

- This is Ronnie.

- Ronnie, it's Jerry

- Hey, Jer.

- Are you with E?

- Yeah, I got him.

- Thank God for that.

He was hungry so we're heading over

to Stan's Original Donuts.

- Thank you, Ronnie.

- You're welcome, boss.

- Hey.

- Gentlemen.

Kepple Carpet is gonna charge

to just come in there and measure.

They gonna charge him for the appraisal.

They gonna charge him

just to even come out there.

Now I'm getting you... What?

Excuse me. Are you in line?

What it look like?

Looks like you in the way.

Like I said, two television stands.

Living room...

One original maple bar, please.

Original, my ass.

Where'd you get that necklace, daddy?

It's Elvis Aaron Presley.

I know who you are.

Well...

My boys, they had it made for me.

It has all their names on it, on this tree.

Tree of Life.

Sweet.

I got mine at a store.

Sweet.

I see you got some sweet rings there, too.

Yeah.

Before you go getting any ideas,

you should know that we aim to keep them.

Who's "we"?

Me and Lucille.

Got it?

You somethin' else, baby.

You all right, man.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Jerry. Sonny.

You gotta try one of these

original "my ass" maple bars.

Yeah. I think we should

head back to the hotel.

Just in case we get that phone call.

Two more maple bars, please.

Are you sure it's him?

I know it sounds crazy,

but he literally

just walked up to the gate.

- You wanna bring him in today?

- Yes.

- When?

- End of open hour.

Well, that's the President's nap time.

We understand that, sir, but...

All right, you got the letter?

Read it to me.

"Dear Mr. President.

"First, I would like

to introduce myself... "

Not in his goddamn voice.

Sorry.

"I am Elvis Presley and I admire you

"and have great respect for your office.

"I talked to Vice President Agnew

"in Palm Springs three weeks ago

"and expressed my concern for our country. "

- Is that true?

- I believe so.

- Continue.

- "The drug culture,

"the hippie elements, the SDS,

Black Panthers, etcetera,

"do not consider me as their enemy

"or as they call it, the establishment.

"I call it America and I love it. "

- Here comes his pitch.

- "Sir,

"I can and will be of any service

"that I can to help the country out.

"So I wish not to be given a title

"or an appointed position.

"I can and will do more good

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