Finding Graceland Page #5

I'll send you all tickets

to the next one.

How's the patient?

I think we can save him

if he'd stop talking for a minute.

I've never been so insulted.

- Can I talk to you alone?

- Sure.

- Did you find anything in his case?

- More than I was looking for. Here.

"Marian and Lilli Burrows...

wife and daughter

of local businessman Jon Burrows...

were confirmed to be...

fatalities aboard yesterday's

ill-fated flight bound for Memphis.

Friends expressed concern

for Mr. Burrows who they described...

as a generous philanthropist known

to entertain with his renditions...

of the music of Elvis Presley

who passed on early yesterday as well."

- Oh, no.

- It's incredible.

There must be something we can do.

Maybe if you take him home.

What do you say, Doctor?

What's the prognosis?

There's nothing wrong that an immediate

red-eye to Graceland won't cure.

You arrange for a chaperone?

- You're looking at him.

- You?

Why, I've never seen such an act

of selfless generosity in all my days.

In that case...

I do declare

my next set of sandwiches...

will have Memphis

written all over them.

Heaven help me.

I do love those sandwiches.

You were great! We loved it.

Miss Ashley, Burn and l

can't thank you enough...

for the pre-coffee delivery.

It was my pleasure.

You two just say your farewells,

and I'll check on the car's progress.

Maybe you can call around, see if any

of the Burrows family is in Memphis.

All right.

Look me up if you ever find your way

through Nevada, okay?

I'm just trying to survive Memphis.

We did it, boys. Look at him.

Ladies and gentlemen...

the car of cars.

What the hell did you do?

Brought out the beauty that was lurking

beneath this baby's pained exterior.

What do you think?

Quite a vision now, isn't she?

The car is beautiful!

How did you pay for this?

It don't matter.

Consider it a donation

from some very generous technicians.

It's like new.

You're gifted.

Anything to get the King

of Rock and Roll home in style.

See, Miss Ashley,

my efforts are flowering.

A day ago, this boy threatened to kill

anybody that came close to this vehicle.

What a difference a day makes.

Hop in, Burn.

Leave now when we can reach

my heavenly home by noon.

- Thank you.

- You got it, Burn.

Thank you all.

Miss Ashley, it was a pleasure

making your acquaintance.

Come on by Graceland someday soon.

I'd be honored.

Remember the King!

Kind of hard to forget him.

Burn, I got to tell you something.

This ain't the first time

I've tried coming home.

Honestly, I've held up that

cardboard sign around my birthday...

just about every year

in the past 20 now.

Only I've never come this close before.

Guess I owe it

to my chance meeting with you...

a man who shares as much history

with this town as I do.

So promise me something.

What's that?

If I turn and run,

shoot me in the back.

I'll be right behind you.

The tour is closed in preparation

for the vigil tonight, gentlemen.

I understand.

But this man here claims to be Elvis.

Is that right?

Sorry I'm late.

It's been a long road home.

I'm sorry, sir.

There must be some mistake.

The line forms at 7:00.

Why not come back then and we'll try

to bump you to the front of it.

I guess that ends that.

Ends what?

The boys used to play this game

with me all the time.

Lock me out...

testing how long it took

for me to break into my own home.

And you can bet right now

they're in the dining room...

laughing their heads off

at our expense.

We'll show 'em.

Back out of here.

Here.

Please, don't do this.

I don't wanna get arrested again.

I've gotten you this far safely,

haven't l?

I'm insane.

Sh*t.

Hello?

I'm home.

Maybe we should go.

Don't be silly.

Just look surprised

when they jump out.

Something don't feel right.

There's nobody here.

I saw your clipping

about the plane crash.

Son...

you really bought that tale?

Hell, I had that thing

printed up ages ago.

Like yourself, some folks need me

to have a more believable identity...

before they can accept my sympathy.

Everything about this trip...

fixing the car, getting arrested,

meeting Ashley...

you planned it all, didn't you?

One never knows what's chance

and what's fate till the ride is over.

So why don't we turn this car around,

and finish what we started?

You sure this is where they are?

They?

Your wife and child.

That's not who we're here for.

How'd you know she was here?

That's a long story.

Let's just say I met a trucker once

who used to drive a train.

Travel as much as I do,

and you're bound to come across...

two people that have been touched

by the same tragedy.

I can't believe

I never came here before.

We all travel at our own pace, Byron.

And you've nothing to feel guilty about.

After all, you didn't really

kill Beatrice, did you?

I wasn't even drivin'.

See, in my head,

I see myself behind that wheel.

But it was her.

Beatrice was drivin'.

She just wanted to kiss me.

God, if I'd been drivin'--

She might be alive?

Or you might be dead.

Maybe both of you would have perished.

How could something so perfect

be taken away from me?

I've searched a lifetime

for an answer to that question.

All I know is

you have to forgive yourself...

the woman...

God...

and have faith that the next love

you know won't cause you so much pain.

My God! Will you look at

this glorious congregation?

I'm sorry there wasn't a party

for you.

Right. But I'm sure

it was just a mistake.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

I never dreamed

I'd be this loved by so many.

To these people I'm home.

And I guess it should remain that way

for them...

and maybe for my own sake.

Sometimes a man has to give up

what's dearest to him to find peace.

What will you do now?

Keep moving, I guess.

I always thought

I'd ride a train a while.

And what about you?

Where are you headed?

I was thinking about going west...

visiting a woman in Vegas.

Listen, why don't you let me

take you back west a few states?

Thank you, but no.

You've already gone too far out

of your way these past couple of days.

I don't know what I would've done

if you hadn't come along.

I was pretty close to doing something.

I know.

And I hope those thoughts

are nothing but distant memories.

It's taken all my strength...

but I believe you're right.

One last question.

What's my name?

What'd I tell you?

It's never too late for a comeback.

I'll be right back.

What a perfect surprise.

Can you believe this? This is amazing.

Elvis lives.

What are you doing here?

I really didn't know what else to do.

I couldn't find the Burrows family

anywhere near Memphis.

I tried calling information. I even

checked the public library, and nothing.

Well, maybe we missed something

in that clipping.

- Do you still have it?

- No.

What's the matter?

Elvis.

Remember the King.

Remember the King!

Friend, I gotta tell you.

It's been a long time since I rode

in the belly of a boxcar.

Let me introduce myself.

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