Elvis & Nixon Page #3

I'm sure.

And it all has to be cleared through

security before it can reach the President.

Sometimes that can take a few days.

But...

We'll do our best

considering the circumstances, hmm?

Thank you.

It's important to me, you know?

I have a deep respect

for what you gentlemen do.

He's taller than I thought he'd be.

What?

I'm beat.

President's getting raked over the coals

over this Manson trial declaration.

You're never gonna believe this.

You remember when you talked about

finding a friend for the President?

- Someone from the outside.

- Yeah.

Well, you'll never guess in a million years

who just showed up at the Northwest Gate

asking to see him.

Okay. Look, I'm not in the mood

for this. Who?

The King.

The King of what?

The President doesn't have

any appointments with royalty...

Not just any king.

The King.

Elvis.

- Elvis Presley?

- Yes.

At the Northwest Gate? He just walked up.

- Right.

- I'm not kidding. Look.

He delivered this

to the President in person.

"John Burrows. "

Yeah. I don't know what that is.

You swear this isn't a joke,

'cause this penmanship is horrible!

On my honor, yes.

It looks like a child wrote it, I know.

He said he wants to be

a "Federal Agent-At-Large. "

- Does that even exist?

- Oh, who knows.

We got to set this up.

- Hey, Jer!

- Glad you made it, Sonny.

- How you doing?

- Wow, nice place.

- Come here.

- Ah, man.

- What is that?

- I don't know.

The boss man told me

to bring it up from Graceland.

Said it was top secret.

- Where is he?

- He's taking a nap.

Just like old times.

Glad to have you back.

I'm not back.

You missed it last month.

We took the bikes down to New Orleans,

and put the girls on the back and just rode.

E kept stopping every hour or so

to point out a place he used to play at, or

toss the ball around. You know how he is.

Everybody was on their Bonnevilles,

except I was on my Harley.

And goddamn Charlie Hodge

was on a Kawasaki.

E gave him holy hell about that one.

You still got your Bonneville?

No, I... I had to sell it.

You're in the movie business, right?

Hey, you ever watch The Partridge Family?

Laurie Partridge is such a piece of ass.

Next time I'm in town,

can you set me up with her?

I'm not doing that kind of movie stuff.

I'm doing more of the editing.

Not as glamorous,

but I actually did see Faye Dunaway once.

Really?

- How's Charlotte?

- Yeah, she's good.

She still writing that book?

I mean, that's a hell of a fantastic...

F***, I gotta call her.

- Can you keep an eye on him?

- No problemo.

- Hey, babe.

- Hey.

Where are you?

I can't say right now,

but it's pretty crazy.

Elvis had to take a trip and he needed me.

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