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Down by the backwater in a river town life is the sound of the river

I don't know how to thank you, man. They could have killed me.

TCB, baby.

TCB.

Come here, you.

Hey!

Who are you?

Well, a lot of folks just call me the king.

He was a cop and good at his job, but he committed the ultimate sin and

testified against other cops gone bad.

Cops that tried to kill him, but got the woman he loved instead.

Framed for murder, now he prowls the badlands.

An outlaw hunting outlaws.

A bounty hunter.

A running game.

Deep thing in here. Thank you.

Gin. Let me see.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. If I'd have known you were going to be my dealer, I wouldn't have put up

such a racket.

Shut up.

You know, Bobby, the weirdest thing happened.

I mean, Tolliver and his pals had me cook, man.

And then out of nowhere, this guy was helping me.

Somebody saw you losing a four -on -one and gave you a hand.

It wasn't strange that I was being helped. It was strange he was helping

Well, who was it? It was... Oh, never mind.

Mike Tyson?

Geraldo? Hillary Clinton?

You're closer than you think. Whoa, where are you going? I want to thank the

that helped me. The cops came in a rush, and I never got a chance to thank him

properly. Well, what about Billy Joel Shishkebab? It's Jim Bob.

Why don't you guys just turn him in? I'll catch up to you.

Shouldn't take me long to find this guy's pickup.

Reno, are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

We'll be right back.

Set me free, yeah, once again.

Set me free, yeah, once again.

Set me free.

I'm the guy who helped at the bar last night. I just want to say thank you.

You want to thank me, man, just jump on in the hog and show me some dust.

I heard the real Elvis was hospitable to a fault and generous, too.

So what do you want, an autograph?

I just want to shake your hand, man.

I just want to get a closer look.

Well, what do you think?

Lost my love handles?

I look pretty good for a guy my age, huh?

You had me going.

It happens all the time, man.

Yeah.

So what is your real name? Don't make me lie to you, son.

Hey, wait, wait.

Look, look, we shook hands, man, and made nice.

Look, just leave a fella alone, all right? A little peace and quiet, man.

all I want.

Well, then why'd you help me?

I don't know.

I guess I just got a soft spot in my heart for the guy bucking the odds.

Oh, look, I'm about to have something to drink. You thirsty?

Yeah.

Why don't you come on in?

Whoa.

Well, it's modest, man, but I call it home.

I never seen anything like it.

Oh, outside of Memphis, of course.

That place is hella keep up.

Here, make yourself at home.

So how'd you get that tussle back there anyway?

Uh, remember the big guy named J .B. Tolliver? He's wanted for armed robbery

from Senator Dayton. Are you a cop?

Bounty hunter.

Really?

I thought those guys were just in movies.

So did I, till, uh... Till what?

Till I became one.

Well, look, uh, if you want to help me, you really could.

Oh, name it.

I'm a little short of cash.

Oh. Oh, no, no, no. My mama didn't raise no beggar.

Here.

If you'll take this guitar into Monroe, there's a guitar store there called

Covington's. And in the back, there's an old man named Wesley. He works on the

fiddles there.

See what he'll give you for that.

This? Well, I don't know. Oh, no, he's a stand -up fella. He won't cheat you. I

mean, I'd take it myself, but I really can't. You understand.

Oh, yeah, I understand.

That's what I expect you to do.

Hello? Anybody home?

Can I help you?

Mr. Wesnick?

Yeah.

I was wondering what you would give me for this.

See for yourself, son.

I need one more six -string like Bill Clinton needs a girlfriend.

I'd take any offer. I hear you're a fair man.

Pretty good condition for a 50s model.

That old, huh?

How'd you come by this?

A friend of mine.

Must have been a pretty good friend.

2 ,000 to 10.

2 -0 -1 -8.

You know what you got here?

Uh, yeah. An old Martin.

An old Martin.

D -28.

They're still making them. So, it's not that special then, huh?

Wrong. According to this, this is the very guitar that Elvis Presley himself

played on the Ed Sullivan Show in 1956 and 57.

No way.

And you're too young to recall what a fuss he caused.

People thought he was obscene, women fainting and carrying on.

TV cameras wouldn't even show them from the waist down.

You might say this old axe was Elvis's fig leaf.

Maybe they, uh, you know, faked the numbers.

No, no, this is genuine.

The number's right by the neck block.

No way of getting at it.

Look at the veneer.

No, nobody's opened this. This is a real thing.

I don't know what to say.

You might say, thank you, Wesley, for being so damn honest.

A smart dealer would have handed you a hundred bucks and sent you packing.

Tell me again where you got this.

My grandmother's attic.

You know, son, there is no way of telling how much this baby would bring

auction block.

So I guess you're going to do all right by it.

To cash $10 ,000?

Like you said, son, I'll do all right by it.

Hush puppies, chitlins, beignets, crawfish, etouffee.

Etouffee. I don't even think I can pronounce.

Haven't you people ever heard of free -range chicken?

You know, roaming the field like Fabio with feathers.

How you doing?

Good. How does that look? My God, a ray of light.

Hi. Hi.

Tina Rogers.

Vince Black. How's your head feeling tonight?

Like it's wrapped tight with barbed wire.

Thanks for your help.

Did you know each other?

Yeah, we went through a war together yesterday.

Any of those guys come back?

They better not.

I'm especially looking for this one guy that jumped in at the end. Oh, man, I

was unconscious by then.

This conversation is a little too intellectual for me.

So what did he look like?

If I had to describe him, I'd say he looked like Elvis Presley.

I mean, older, 50s maybe.

But his name, fate, hair.

You saw a guy who looked like Elvis Presley?

Uh -huh. Did he actually claim to be Elvis?

Uh, no.

No, he didn't.

You see somebody who looked like Elvis?

No, no, but I'm looking for him. So if you find him, uh, tell him to give me a

call.

National Inquisitor?

All the news, no one else but Prince.

Call me.

I'll make it work your way.

I didn't order that.

It's on him.

Can't drink alone.

Thanks for covering my tail back there, man. Where's your rig? I went back to

your campground. You were gone.

Look, you think I should enter this thing?

I came in third one time, man. Can you believe that? Stop changing the subject,

man.

I got your money.

A lot of your money.

Ooh, I told you Westman would do right by you. I did right by you.

Then he filled me in a little history of that guitar.

I'd say you have some explaining to do.

I'm going to move for some barbecue, man.

Mission Control, we have ignition.

So, uh, where'd you find that guitar?

Cody Music.

Two -pole, I think.

That's not what I mean, man.

That's a piece of history.

Lost element guitar.

Well, yeah, after I bought it. Look, you want to go around the country pulling

this masquerade, that's fine. That's your business.

But I could have gotten into a lot of trouble today.

You know, for an agent of the law, you look over your shoulder an awful lot.

mind if I ask you a question?

Oh, here we go again.

If you really were him, which, by the way, I don't believe.

Why'd you do it? Why'd you just drop out? I told you, man, I just want a

peace and quiet.

I got it.

Oh, come on, man.

Come on.

What is this, a test, man? You know, there's a thousand guys that sing better

than me. It's not a test, okay? There's two guys by the campfire having

barbecue.

Oh, man.

I'm a little rusty. You got any requests?

Get down. Get down.

Yeah, but... But no.

I'm going after him.

Stay here.

Where you going, man? I don't care for being shot at.

Me neither. But which one of us were they gunning for?

I'll let you know.

You! Don't shoot. Give me your gun.

What gun?

The gun you were shooting at us with.

I didn't try to shoot you. I tried to run you down.

If you weren't shooting at us, why did you bolt?

Well, I hear bullets I run. It's a thing that I have.

What were you doing out there?

Trying to shoot you.

With this.

You were taking pictures?

Got some good ones, too.

is. You have no... Okay, fine. Fine. Fine.

No problem. I'll just get some more.

You can't stop the power of the press.

Billy Graham admits I'm an alien from outer space.

Bet you he's relieved to have that out.

Why do you write this garbage?

I don't. That's the alien desk. I'm on the Elvis desk.

The Elvis desk?

Would be Elvis unmasked.

As New Jersey accountant?

By Tina Rogers.

World's number one Elvis hunter, four years running, and God help me, it feels

like a century.

You're a professional Elvis hunter?

17.

Bogus, Elvite, unmasked. And your pal in the woods is about to become number 18.

Tina.

Can't you just leave this guy alone?

Don't tell me you believe in this guy.

I didn't say that.

Fine. Put yourself. I'll find him anyway.

By the way, where have I seen you before? You look familiar.

At the Dixie Bell bar around Thumb Down. No, no, no, no, no.

I never forget a face. Are you from California?

Look, Tina, somebody out there is shooting real bullets at us.

So I suggest you bag your 18th LVI somewhere safer.

You didn't answer my question.

Good night, Miss Rogers.

Hey, buddy, how about some breakfast, huh?

Ah, too late.

We already ate it all.

Where's Billy Ray? Jim Bob is resting comfortably in a local county gray bar.

Did you find your guardian angel?

Yeah, I found him, all right.

And?

And he's Elvis Presley.

And someone took a shot at him.

Wait a minute. Repeat that last part.

Someone took a shot at us. No, no, no, no. Back it up. Before that. I can't

explain it, okay?

The guy looks exactly like Elvis Presley would if he were alive today.

Maybe a few years younger.

Oh, like maybe he's been working out and watching his diet. I don't know. Maybe

he had a facelift. The guy talks exactly like Presley, okay?

He even owned a genuine Elvis Presley guitar. But the clincher is the way he

sings. It's unmathakable.

What?

Reno, I think you've been spending too much time on the road.

I'm fine.

Okay, okay, okay, here it is.

Elvis is alive, cruising the countryside in a pickup truck, breaking up barroom

brawls. And being chased by a reporter from the National Inquisitor. Oh, baby

boy born with two -foot tongue. I love that tabloid.

Okay, look.

Here are the tag numbers for his trailer and his pickup truck, okay?

Run him, run him.

See if he's got another name.

All right, all right, that's it. I'm out of this thing. I don't want any part of

this. Oh, come on, Bobby. Don't be cruel.

Do you know how embarrassing this could be? Do you know how profitable this

could be?

Excuse me, but it's only profitable if he's Elvis Presley, which he's not,

because he can't be, so there's no money in it. Not one single dime.

Well, of course, it could be.

Run the plates.

I hope you all had a nice ride from Galveston. Your stupid redneck troopers

me four speeding tickets.

Well, maybe you should drive something a little less conspicuous.

You telling me how to do my job, Mr. Kramer?

Let's see the target.

Before you all say anything, he's not who he looks like.

No.

He don't look so tough. Why don't you do the job yourself?

Well, I tried.

He's got help, some out -of -towner with hair like a rock star.

Fair enough.

Let's see the cash.

Let's see your tools.

Good to play?

According to the highway patrol.

Sure didn't take you long to climb it.

Southern hospitality.

Something really weird, though.

Dazzle me.

Well, the truck and trailer are both registered under the name of Tommy

Tommy Parker?

As in Tom Parker? As in Colonel Tom Parker?

Uh -huh. Elvis' manager.

Well, he sure didn't end up that well.

Reno, let me do the talking.

Yes? Hello.

We're looking for Tommy Parker.

Is this some kind of joke?

No, ma 'am. Motor Vehicles has him registered at this address.

Who is it, hon?

These people are looking for Tommy.

Oh, then you do know him.

Well, of course I know him.

Tommy Parker's my baby brother.

He was anyway.

What's this all about? I think I ran into your brother in Louisiana this

That ain't possible.

What kind of cruelty is this?

My brother's been dead for years.

He drove his pickup off a bridge some of 1977.

I'm sorry we bothered you.

Miss Kramer, was it August of 77, like around the 16th? That's right.

If you all knew that, then why'd you come here?

Come on, darling.

What was that all about?

How'd you know that date?

August 16th, 1977.

That was the date that Elvis Presley died.

I don't care, Bucky. I'm talking front page here.

There was that thing out in California last year, a fugitive cop killer who got

convicted, only he escaped again. I can't remember his name. Ray's or Ray's

something to do with Nevada.

Reno. No, no, no. His first name.

Reno Raines. That's the guy.

Seen him? I've talked to him twice.

And last night he kicked in my door.

Yes, yes. Aren't I always careful? You just hold the front page.

Yes, yes, Bucky. I promise I'll call the police.

on National Equator.

Hello, New York Times.

Gotta talk to you. Nobody's stopping.

Just saw your friend.

You know, the one with the sideburns and shades?

Where?

Uh, Ball Field, about a quarter mile back.

You sure?

Oh, yeah.

But before you go dashing off, I have to show you something.

This guy's pretty quick. I better get over there.

Freeze. Mr. Reno Rains.

Whoa, whoa.

Now, take it easy.

Could you aim that a little higher?

Turn around.

Hands in the air on the bike. Which?

Don't get smart with me.

How'd you find me out?

What is memory?

Never forget a face.

Why didn't you call the cops?

Are you kidding?

Reporting your capture gets me off the Elvis's, but making your capture gets me

all the way to the New York Times.

Okay, let's have your hands.

I'm going to have to take them off the bike. Watch your mouth.

You are wanted, dead or alive.

Okay, all right, take it easy.

Nice and slow.

What are you doing? Come on!

Now you can breathe.

Gee, kidnapped by Reno Raines.

That'll get you on hard copy. Wait a minute. Wait!

Worst shot.

I thought she was with you. No, we split up. She was supposed to meet me here.

What went wrong? What went right?

Bobby, this whole thing's getting weird.

You know, Tommy Parker's missing now, presumed dead. That lady reporter made

identity. Now she's chasing me instead of Elvis.

At least she was until I locked her into the trunk of her car. You better let

her out. All right, that's it. We're out of here. I knew this whole thing was

nuts. I can't leave.

Elvis is still in danger.

Reno, listen very closely and repeat after me, all right?

Elvis Presley is dead. Bobby.

Elvis Presley is dead.

Any luck?

I think so.

It's quite a story.

Wow, this would explain a lot. Yeah, like what? Someone's trying to ventilate

your friend. The deadline's October 1st. That's tomorrow.

We've got to find him. Yeah, but where do you start looking for Elvis Presley?

That's what we mean when we say thank you. Next contestant, please.

What happened?

The guy gives me a four. Can you believe that? A four.

I'm singing a medley of my greatest hits. The guy gives me a four. Well,

scale of five.

Look,

man, he wouldn't even know the real thing if I bid him on a behind.

Why'd you do it, man? I thought you wanted your privacy.

I don't know.

See, the contest, I just can't resist. But I should know better. They don't

me anymore.

Well, look, we got to talk.

I know. You want to know where I went last night? Yeah, among other things.

All right, I'll tell you, but I got to know the real skinny on you, man. It's

not important. Yes, it's important. I mean, it's time we had some trust

the two of us.

Okay, you want some barbecue?

My real name's Reno Rain.

I was a cop in California.

I was framed for killing a police officer.

So I ran.

I started hunting bounties.

Got caught, convicted, and then busted out of prison.

Wild, I think my story's weird.

I didn't do any of it, but I'm a fugitive for the rest of my life now.

I wouldn't want to see the same thing happen to anyone, especially you.

Well, I'm afraid you're too late for that, partner.

I've been spotted everywhere from Bangor, Maine to Tijuana.

I mean, when I first dropped out, I did everything I could to keep people from

knowing who I was. I mean, I dyed my hair, I shaved my head, I grew a beard.

I've even had plastic surgery to knock off 10 years, man, but nothing works.

And you got cops after you. I got cops, I got reporters, fans, friends, enemies.

I know about fugitive life.

I've been tuned to that station for 17 years.

Let me sing you a different tune.

You're not Elvis Presley.

Your real name is Tommy Parker.

No, wait a damn minute.

You come from Vicksburg, Mississippi.

You got a sister who still lives there. Her name's Mary Ann.

Your mama died when you were very young.

Your daddy was a wildcat oil man who wasted his whole life chasing dry holes

worthless claims.

Where are you getting all this?

I'm guessing that Elvis...

And his music are the only two things that make your life worth living.

Well, you got that right.

So one day an oil company man comes by your house, says one of your daddy's

claims has hit a gusher, says there's $50 ,000 for you and your sister to

for the rights to research it further. Your sister, she takes her share.

She gets married.

You take your share, and you become Elvis.

The day Elvis died was just too hard to take, right?

I mean, who'd want to live in a world without Elvis?

Well, you know, I was at...

Hey,

Dale!

I'm not going back in the trunk of that car.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah. You got another gun, man? No, I don't.

That's right.

Stay down.

Drop it.

No, partner.

We got it.

Bobby, Shy, I'd like you to meet the king.

Nice to meet y 'all.

Reno speaks really highly of you.

Wow.

This is weird.

He knows your name?

Yeah, I trust him.

This is Tina Rogers from the National Inquisitor. I don't trust her.

Charmed, I'm sure.

I can see why Reno is real impressed to meet you. Thank you, ma 'am.

You're very impressed with yourself.

Let me hear you say hunk of hunk of burning love.

Oh, come on, man.

We got a couple of performance artists, trust up in the trailer, shooters hired

out of Galveston. That's terrific. Congratulations.

Can I talk to you over here for a second, please?

Right over here.

Did you tell Elvis all the facts?

I did, but I don't think he heard me.

Sign here, collect $1 million.

I mean, what does he need to hear? I didn't exactly get that far before all

broke loose.

Okay, fine. I'll take care of this. I'll handle it myself.

Excuse me, Mr. Parker. I'd like to speak to you for a moment, please.

Are you talking to me? Reno explained to me that he did not explain to you that

you're about to become a millionaire.

Son, I was a millionaire before I was 25.

No, you're about to become a millionaire.

If we can get you to Vicksburg by 5 o 'clock. You see, your father's oil

hit the big time, and the oil company's going to pay you and your sister $2

million. I'm sorry, y 'all. I'm a Sagan. I don't have a sister.

Yes, you do.

This inheritance is the reason why those guys were hired to kill you.

If we don't get you to Vicksburg by 5 o 'clock to collect your share, it's all

going to go to your sister. So if you don't mind, we need to go. I do mind.

Now, I'm talking to these ladies, and you got no manners.

That's okay, Elvis.

Don't call him Elvis.

Sorry about that. Let that lady have the money if she wants it. What do I need

with another million?

Another million?

Maybe you didn't hear the news, pal, but I was pretty successful in my prime.

Yeah, but... Well, but nothing. Now, look, I'm hungry.

There's a nice rib joint back in town.

I'm feeling generous. Come on, let's go get something to eat.

E, can I talk to you for a sec?

Come on.

I know you weren't impressed with what Bobby said.

Let's get something to eat, then.

There's a woman in Vicksburg who looked mighty sad when she was talking about

her missing brother, Tommy.

And just for a second, I saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes when I said I'd seen

you.

Well, some people get like that.

I know you don't care about the money.

But back when we were talking the other night, I could see you feel the same way

I do sometimes, like you wish there was somebody or someplace you could call

home.

Well, sometimes, maybe.

Well, then come along.

meet the woman, you know, sign a few papers.

Never have to hawk another guitar. You can buy a few new ones, too.

It might give this woman a thrill, you say?

For a fact.

Come on, what do you say?

We'll take my bike.

You know how long it's been since I've been on a hog?

Thank you very much. You're beautiful.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Come on, honey, let's go inside.

We still got time.

He ain't coming.

He has until five.

I will not cheat on my brother.

Darling, Tommy is dead.

Those people said they saw me.

Well, damn them for getting your hopes up, because he is not going to come

walking in here. Come on.

It's ten till.

Well, it's going to take at least that long just to sign them all, baby.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Darla, you don't come in and find those papers now. We're going to miss the

deadline ourselves.

Just another minute.

Now, Mariette!

Not so fast.

I can't either, honey.

What kind of a stunt is this?

That's an imposter, Mary Ann. Come and take your money.

You really think so?

Absolutely, and we will not be fooled.

Well, if he's an imposter, why did you hire two shooters out of Galveston to

wipe him out? What the hell are you talking about?

I have two sworn testimonies naming you as an accomplice.

That's attempted murder one. Oh, what is this?

understand it's okay marianne we'll explain it all after you sign your

papers but that's all right marianne come on honey we have all night to sort

this out hey what name are you gonna sign the bottom of those papers

tommy parker i mean it might be crazy but

What'll happen to her friend?

You know, he and his sister stayed up all night talking.

She's pretty broken up over her husband. He did a hell of a job consoling her.

But he never did admit that he wasn't Elvis. Oh, come on. Shouldn't he be in a

home or something?

What for? He's not hurting anybody.

And the only time he's truly happy is when he's Elvis. Every man's got a right

to pursue that. Yeah, most men do.

Reno Reigns.

I didn't commit the crimes I was accused of.

An innocent criminal. How unusual.

Tina.

I know that exposing me would make your career, but I've got to stay free to

clear myself and see the real bad guy fall.

So? Tell you what, if I ever get out from under this thing, I'll tell the

story to you and you alone.

An exclusive?

When are we talking?

As soon as you agree to keep quiet, I can get started.

Deal.

You know you're the kind of woman that could bring a man in off the road.

You think?

I know.

Woo -hoo!

Kissed by the king.

So long, whoever you may be.

It's been strange.

I know.

Ride safe.

You too.

Keep taking care of business.

Always, baby.

Always.

See you on the flip side.

You don't think he was really, uh... It's an

easy ride from good times to the blue.

Oh, come on.

It didn't take me long. It's an easy ride from good times to the blues.

It's an easy ride from good times to the blues.