Finding Graceland Page #3

That still hurt

from when your wife died?

How'd you know that?

Oh, baby, Elvis told us

the whole story.

How she was killed in a car accident.

Everybody out.

Calm down, son.

I'm not your son.

I'm awfully sorry about this...

ladies.

It's all right, Elvis.

We love you like life itself.

But your friend here

has got the manners of a scud missile.

Son...

I'm not feelin' so keen.

Mind if I lay down a while?

I was beginning to think I'd have

to walk the rest of the way to Memphis.

No trouble.

Tell me about the nightmare

you had last night...

and I might let you take the wheel.

My dreams ain't but

a bunch of nonsense, Burn.

That's a pity, 'cause this car's

running silky smooth.

Don't I know it.

What was it you called it?

"The cream of American history"?

Ho! Let me think.

There's these two people...

they hang about my sleep all the time.

A woman and a child.

When I wake, they're gone.

Who are they?

I never see their faces.

I wish they'd introduce themselves to me

or leave me alone.

What's your name?

Maybe if you told me your name,

then you could remember theirs.

That's twice in two days

you've let that car fly by.

It's just a coincidence.

There's no such thing as coincidence.

All you got to do is open

your eyes and ears...

and you'll see the beauty in fate.

I'll bet the first look you got

of Beatrice...

you knew it was preordained.

How'd you know her name?

It must've stumbled

out of you somewhere.

I was gonna be a doctor.

I was the most coordinated person

I knew.

I never tripped,

never broke a bone in my body.

Then one day I wind up killing

the woman I lived for.

Exastly how did you do that?

You have ten minutes.

You drive no faster than 35,

and you stop when I say.

This car is one of

the more beautiful sights...

I've seen in a long time.

Man...

it's been ages since I've handled

a baby like this.

I do believe a moment of reflection

is in order.

Now, by God, grab hold of somethin'!

Slow down.

How did you kill Beatrice, Byron?

Did you blow a tire?

Did you lose your brakes?

I don't remember.

Bull! You're just afraid

to face the truth.

Slow down!

Why you--

I wanna rip it up

I wanna shake it up

Pull over!

- Look at that! An escort.

- Sh*t!

Relax. I can handle this.

You're certifiable.

- Do you have a driver's license?

- 'Course I do.

Though come to think of it,

I haven't renewed it since I died.

License and registration, please.

Officer Haynes. I'm afraid I left

my I.D. in my other pants this mornin'.

But you can recognize the King.

So what can I do for you today?

An autographed five by ten

for the loved ones perhaps?

Both of you,

out of the car now.

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