3000 Miles to Graceland Page #2

at the coffee shop.

I was just backtracking my steps.

Well, I haven't seen it.

Jesse, get back here!

Did you take this man's wallet?

Don't shut that door on me!

Don't lock it.

He does this all the time. Sorry.

Would you hand me that little stepladder

over there, please?

Thank you.

He's like a ferret. Takes anything

he can get his hands on and hides it all...

...up...

...here.

Sorry about this.

There was...

Money?

$460, yeah.

Is this it?

Just about.

Sorry for all the trouble.

He really isn't a bad kid.

I'm sure he's an angel.

Wait a minute.

- I can get your money back.

- It's okay. It's just...

...$20.

How about...

...I'll pay it back to you

with another cup of coffee?

Time to go to work, baby.

Let's do it.

Here we are

at the Riviera Hotel and Casino...

...and it's International Elvis Week.

I don't know what the big deal is.

That porker has been dead

for 20 years now.

He was a god.

And second, he ain't dead.

We've gone from Rat Pack to Fat Pack.

Murphy.

Long time no see.

Back off.

Watch yourself, son.

That's no way to treat your friends.

I never met you in my life.

Be smart and take a f***ing walk.

Hey, man, now come on, don't be cruel.

Would you?

Thank you.

Honey, doesn't he look marvelous?

We think you look just marvelous!

Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you very much.

Sorry.

What's the problem?

Emergency stop on nine.

Probably some couple screwing again.

Do we have visual?

No. Sir, the camera in car eight is down.

Switch to override. Bring it down for

a security check. Have security waiting.

All right, everybody stay cool.

Back up.

White is light, red is dead.

I'm only going to say this once.

Who is listening?

I am.

In the corner, now.

Get on your knees, put your heads

on the ground. What's your problem?

What's your problem?

He's deaf!

Well, you're not.

Put his head on the f***ing ground.

$50s and $100s, no cellophane.

Holy sh*t!

Main booth, scramble security.

Call Vegas P.D. We need backup.

- Shut up.

- Shut up!

Let's go. Come on, Gus.

Come on, Gus!

Let's go, Gus.

That's enough!

They're coming out. Do not engage

on floor, direct them to B-41.

Intercept there. B-4-1.

They're at Registration.

Vegas P.D. en route.

Right at VIP.

Let me know if they follow, Hanson.

Station 3, where are you?

They're coming.

Nothing'll happen here.

Left at dollar slots.

Relax, Gus.

They're moving us.

Anyone gets between us and Michael,

it's on.

They're in B-41.

Freeze! Hold it right there.

Everyone we got, now, scramble!

Go!

Give me the f***ing camera!

Missed me, b*tch!

Come on!

Let's go! Franklin, let's go!

Come on!

Knock them down, Michael!

Let's go!

Freeze! Vegas P.D.!

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