Finding Graceland Page #2

of loved ones.

I don't want to hear any more lies

about your life.

Let's get something straight.

I don't believe you're Elvis.

Frankly, I don't care who you are...

or what terrible things

have happened to your life.

I'm gonna make you care, Burn.

I'm gonna make you believe.

I'm gonna take you to Texas...

because unlike you

I'm a man who keeps his word.

After that, we're history.

If you say so.

But I'm warnin' you.

You'll be sorry once I'm gone.

Don't bet on it.

Well, Burn, I guess this is it.

Again...

I'm sorry if I did anything

to pester you.

Forget it.

Good luck, wherever you're headed.

I got a feeling our destinations

aren't so far apart.

But wherever you go,

remember the King.

Just one night.

Seventeen.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

I've seen better.

Thank you.

Get on up, baby!

It's time to party with the King.

Wake up.

Well, read 'em and weep, Elvis.

Girls, if you're gonna trounce me...

the least you could do is make it look

like you're concentratin'.

Listen, son...

I'm gonna need some help here.

In a few minutes,

this situation...

might be more than a man

of my propriety can handle.

One hand.

Will you promise me you'll leave

right after, rain or shine?

Seeing you take a risk

will be well worth a wet coat.

Girls, you're in trouble now.

I found me an ally.

Sit here, soldier.

We can swap war stories.

Be sweet to me and I might even

let you see my purple heart.

I'm afraid there won't be time

for that.

Full house.

Damn!

Nice deal, Maggie.

That's not fair, Heather.

Burn hasn't picked you yet.

I know, but I picked him.

One more hand, Burn?

It stopped raining.

- That's not fair.

- Oh, come on.

What about our self-respect?

You want your self-respect back?

Okay, we'll play a new game.

Called "Reality Check."

That sounds dull.

How 'bout it, old timer?

You up for a little identity test?

Happy to oblige.

We'll start easy.

What size shoe did Elvis wear?

My shoe size? Jesus.

Wrong.

But I ain't answered yet.

It's just been so long

since I actually purchased a new pair.

Yeah.

Let me check.

Twelve D.

How'd you know that?

He's right, your flesh is gonna be

public property soon, Burn.

Elvis' purple Cadillac.

How did he describe the shade he wanted?

That's easy.

I said I wanted the car to look like

someone squashed grapes on the hood.

I read that.

What year did Elvis buy Graceland? What

was his Army rank, registration number?

That's hardly one question,

but I'll let it slide.

I bought Gladys her slice of heaven...

in March, '57...

and she was proud I made sergeant.

He's right.

It says so right here.

Put your dancin' shoes on, Burn.

One night with you

I love a man with ssars.

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