Elvis & Nixon Page #2
- Was Cilla mad?
- At first. Understandably.
But I handled it.
You always do.
The Colonel?
I told her not to tell him.
Thattaboy. Keep the Fat Man out of this.
And Sonny's gonna meet us there
and take over.
Look at these guys.
You're kidding me, man.
That's good,
but Elvis would never wear that, man.
Oh, really?
Yeah, I'm an Elvis impersonator, too.
- That's frightening.
- You're good though, man.
You could be second best, baby.
You know what I'm saying?
Do you do Teddy Bear?
- When I'm in the mood.
- Well, listen to this, man.
I got an Elvis song
that's gonna blow you away, man.
I'm gonna rock it to the left
I'm gonna rock it to the right
I'm gonna rock it in the middle
And rock it all night
Now that, baby,
that is where the rock-a-hula really is.
- Would you like some coffee?
- Thank you.
Hey, Jerry,
could you proofread this for me?
It's a letter.
Yeah. Sure.
Yeah. That's right.
What do you think?
I think it's more than a badge.
I know. But have you seen
the TV lately, Jerry?
War. Crime. Riots.
It's all going downhill, man.
We are at a crossroads.
It's make or break time for this country.
And this country made me, man.
You think there'd be an Elvis Presley
if this land was communist? Heck, no.
That's what's going on in the streets.
And it's the drugs, too.
It's messing with the kids' minds.
What kind of man would I be
if I didn't offer to help?
Can I help you, sir?
I need to get this letter to the President.
There's a mailbox at the corner of...
At the end of the avenue.
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.
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