3000 Miles to Graceland Page #4

and you can all get on Michael's boat...

...for all I care.

No. Nobody gets on my boat but me.

Right.

Whatever.

If anyone goes before then,

there's a chance you'll spend the money.

You spend the money, you'll get popped.

And the chances are you'll talk.

Either way, I'm not taking that chance.

Murph, I've been doing this a long time

and I've never dropped dime on anybody.

Want to keep blowing smoke in my face,

or you want me to blow your head off?

You go do whatever it is you got to do

in Twin Falls or wherever.

That's your criminal right.

Me, I'm staying right here.

You both have hot sheets.

Instead of traveling with you...

...I should be putting as much distance

from you as humanly possible.

Traveling with you fucks

is the weakest part of the plan.

But since we don't trust each other,

we'll travel north together as a group.

So, try to think of us as the Osmonds,

only we don't f***ing get along.

Gentlemen, as far as I'm concerned,

this job is done.

I'm cashing out.

Just give me my f***ing money.

Is that an order?

No, come on, that wasn't an order.

I mean, technically it wasn't.

- What about you, Gus?

- What?

You think this is your f***ing money?

No, no. This is my money.

That's your money.

Michael.

I just want to get on the move, Murph.

Makes you the only f***ing pig

in the room, Hanson.

You make me laugh, you know?

I can't imagine what goes through

that sick mind of yours.

Sometimes I actually think you believe

you're the King himself.

What is it with those side burns?

I glued mine on for the job.

For you, it's an actual lifestyle choice.

- Shut up.

- I'm serious!

Shut up.

It's f***ing sad, man.

Nevertheless, I do know the golden rule.

And what's that, sweetheart?

F*** the gold.

He who has the nickel plating...

...makes the rules.

You shot him!

That's right, Gus.

Now, I'm going to kill him.

Sweetheart.

Wrap him up.

Wrap him up.

Wrap him up!

F***!

- Anybody?

- No.

We need some towels!

He's bleeding all over the place.

Hey, Murph.

How are we going to

split up the money now?

Hey, this boy is heavy.

I think he had one too many peanut butter

and fried banana sandwiches.

God!

Need a ride, fella?

Thanks.

F***!

A raid as wild and as daring as

anything seen on the American landscape.

The Riviera Hotel and Casino

exploded today in a shower of gunfire...

...during the International Elvis Convention.

Where's Jesse?

Come here, you little sh*t!

What the hell...

Where is it? Where is that damn money?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- I'm calling the cops right now.

911 operator. Please state your name

and location of the emergency.

Yes, hello.

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