Finding Graceland Page #4

been through some sort of tragedy...

but I can't seem to get

a straight answer out of him.

I've seen a good deal of tragedy

among impersonators.

Without the gear,

you hardly look like Marilyn Monroe.

I know.

Spooky, isn't it?

Lipstick and wigs.

I actually happened to be singing once

at happy hour...

and a guy said I sounded like Marilyn,

so I bought that ticket out.

Don't you find living in here

a bit cramped?

I'm only in here

a few months out of the year.

Usually I'm pretty much

booked solid in Vegas.

Besides, this thing's got character.

Don't you think what a person drives

reveals a lot about them?

One time in my life

I thought that.

Before you wrecked that Caddy?

How'd you know?

The second I saw you in the Casino,

I recognized you from the road.

Kind of hard to forget.

I thought to myself...

"There's a soul

who looks like he's suffered."

Maybe that's why I kissed you.

Suffering can really make a person

compassionate...

and interesting.

Though I didn't taste too much life

in your lips, I must say.

Because my wife died

in that car accident.

About a year ago in Memphis.

Well, I'm sorry.

I guess if I were you, I wouldn't

be rushing back to Tennessee...

let alone kissing strangers

dressed up like the dead.

What is it about impersonators...

that makes everything you say

sound like philosophy?

I don't know.

Everybody needs guidance.

What difference does it make if

you get it from Jesus, Buddha or Elvis?

I don't want to keep you.

Thanks for the talk.

Sure. What's a performer

without a fan?

I'm an idiot.

Casanova returns.

Barkeep.

Something tropical.

Are you drunk?

Me? Not quite.

Just nursing a bad case

of jitters is all.

I tell you,

the closer I get to Memphis...

the farther away

it just seems to get.

At least we have that in common.

What? Marilyn didn't ease

your burden none?

How would she do that?

Come now. I saw you two heading

in the same direction.

I guess she's attractive.

I loved someone like that once.

The type that would gamble

their life on a whim.

And that's bad?

If they lose.

Burn...

when we buried my mama...

I tried jumping into the grave

after her as well.

She was all I lived for.

My best girl.

Then one day in Germany

I met this young lady.

She wasn't like so many

of the rest of them.

I guess most of them

were overawed by me...

by what I was supposed to be.

But with this chick,

it was different.

She never gave the impression at all

she was tongue-tied...

and I was hooked.

Now, nobody will ever replace

my mama...

but I swear, letting myself get close

to another warm soul...

filled a great void in me.

Hypothetically...

if I was interested in her...

what would you suggest I do?

Crooning always did wonders for me.

You forgot this.

That's for you. A ticket

to the mother of all comebacks.

You performing here?

As the crow flies.

This isn't gonna prove you're Elvis.

I defy anyone who sees me tonight

to call me a fraud.

He's not so good in a crowd

But when you get him alone

You'd be surprised

He isn't much at a dance

But when he takes you home

You'd be surprised

He doesn't look like much of a lover

Don't judge a book by its cover

He's got the face of an angel but

There's a devil in his eye

He's such a delicate thing

But when he starts in the squeeze

You'd be surprised

He doesn't look very strong

But when you sit on his knee

You would be surprised

At a party or at a ball

I've got to admit he's nothing at all

But in an easy chair

You'd be surprised

He doesn't look like much of a lover

Don't judge a book by its cover

'Cause he's got the face

of an angel but

There's a devil in his eyes

He doesn't say very much

But when he starts in to speak

You'd be surprised

He's not so good at the start

But at the end of the week

You would be surprised

On a streetcar or on a train

You'd think he was born

without any brain

But in a taxicab

And when he start to grab

I said a taxicab

You would be surprised

This one's a real danger

Ladies and gentlemen, Marilyn.

Before the Hollywood Casino

brings on its next legend...

I have a message

for a very important guest...

Mr. Byron Gruman.

Would you come backstage? Come on up.

It's very important. It can't wait.

We'll be right back.

Thank you.

We'll be back with Elvis.

- There you are.

- What's going on?

See for yourself.

Hey, Burn.

How long has he been like this?

About an hour. I've seen it before.

He's afraid to go on.

I don't care if he lives or he dies.

I advanced you $600 for an Elvis.

You're his manager. Manage him.

Give him some coffee.

- He said I managed him?

- That's right.

I should've left you in Texas.

Now get up! Where's the money?

Lost it. Roulette.

I don't give a damn. If he's not

on stage soon, I'm calling the police.

And both of you are going down

for fraud. You got it?

Fraud?

Get up! Come on, get up.

Come on.

There you go.

All right.

Burn...

I can't.

I know.

Look. I never told you this before...

but Beatrice knew everything

about Elvis.

She told me that the first time

he was on stage, he was scared to death.

He didn't know what all the yelling

was about, that his body was moving.

So when he went off stage

and asked his manager, he said...

"What'd I do? What'd I do?"

Know what he said? "Whatever it is--"

"Go back out there and do it again."

Right.

I know you're not Elvis.

And I know you're scared to death,

but if you don't go out there...

you're gonna see a violent side of me

that you never even dreamed of.

You look good.

Fine.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

- Here.

- I can't do this.

You're gonna do it, believe me.

Take this and do it.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

Get him out there.

You're gonna be great, Elvis.

If you forget any words, do some karate.

This crowd will love it.

Hailing from Memphis, Tennessee,

our final legend...

the King of Rock and Roll!

We're caught in a trap

I can't walk out

Because I love you too much

Baby

Why can't you see

What you're doing to me

When you don't believe a word

I'm saying

We can't go on together

With suspicious minds

And we can't build our dreams

On suspicious minds

So if an old friend I know

Drops by to say hello

Would I still see suspicion

In your eyes

So here we go again

Asking where I've been

Can't you see these tears are real

I'm trying

We can't go on together

With suspicious minds

And we can't build our dreams

On suspicious minds

Oh, let our love survive

I'll dry the tears from your eyes

Let's don't let a good thing die

'Cause, honey

You know

I'd never lie to you

Oh, no

Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

I'm broiling alive.

Are you all right?

You were great!

Watch his head.

Is he okay?

You all right?

- What is it?

- I think he's just dehydrated.

Let's get him to your trailer.

Call the paramedics.

I want to check his case,

see if there's any medication.

Help me get him up.

You should've seen it.

Two thousand screaming fans.

But don't worry.

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