"Enjoy" "That's what I'm talking about." "Hey!" "My name's Bubba Mabry, I'm a private eye." "First mystery of today... why am I tied up with pantyhose?" "Crazy ex-girlfriend might have something to do with it." "And that banging ain't my hang-over." "It's Bongo my landlord." "What is it?" "I have been doing some private eyeing myself, Mr. Bubba." "You have gorgeous woman walking in and out of this place all the time." "People say they're hookers." "Well, sorry about that, who says they're hookers?" "But I tell them, no!" "Woman like two things:" "Either a big wallet, or huge cock." " Landlord..." " I know for a fact!" "That your wallet is not very big." "So, I suggest, just a suggestion... that you manage to concentrate on expanding your wallet... rather then your cock, and pay the rent on time." "Here you go, Bongo." "Whooo..." " I guess I was wrong about your cock." " Stop eyeing my privates!" "Your privates are eyeing me!" "My wife is gonna be so disappointed." "Well, that was my last 67 bucks, which rules out food and toiletpaper... and two pillars is my max." "Luckily, my overhead is low." "My expences are an ad, in the yellow pages... my yearly licence fee and my trusted Fiero." " Kathy?" "It's Bubba Mabry." " Oh, hi there, Bubba," "I was not in when you called." "Listen, I gotta a lotta ball in the air right now, real busy." "But I considered not doing the business if you want to hire me for tonight." " You have more then one case?" " That is confidential." " Whatever, tiger, see you tonight." " You bet your, bibby." "Sometimes a PI has to take a job, that's beneath him." "By sometimes, I mean every day, man." "But please don't judge me." "There be plenty of time for that later." "What do you say there, foxy mama, why don't you take your son to daycare... and get with a real man, maybe you can play hide the burrito." " What did you say?" " I wasn't talking you, pipsqueak..." "I was talking to this fine lady" "Take your hands off her." "You're gonna make me, you sawed off little shrimp?" "You want some of my sawed off?" " Oh, Marty, you were wonderful." " Ah, you're still short." "Let's get outta here." "I'm not gonna lie, that dwarf hurt me." "But blondy here, payed me 300 bucks to throw a fight... to boost the little fellows confidence." "See shirts back here, suffer from erectile dysfunction... which is fancy talk for bowel disorder." "Who would've thought, that PI, that just been sucked in his huevos by a man... thinks he was on the verge of the biggest case of his career?" "Heck, of anybodys career." "But it happened to me." "It all began, with a knock on the door." "Good evening." "My name's JG." "I might have some business for you." " Have you done much of real security work?" " If you count Air Force as security." " You've flown planes?" " No, sir, I was an MP." "But security is security, right?" " Could you be available now?" " What do you mean, like tonight?" " I mean this minute." " I can probably work it in." "You handle more the one case at a time, do you?" "That's confidential." "I see." "I work for a celebrity, who happens to be in town." "Fans been harassing him, and we feel, a little extra security... for a few days, would be a good idea." " Who's the celebrity?" " That's confidential." "What's wrong with you, man?" "You want me to drop everything I got going on here... to find out the who, what, where, why, when, once we get over there?" "What an icy job, man." "I wouldn't wanna interfere, with your other cases, like... loosing fights to midgets in restaurant parking lots." "Now you look here, fellow." "He been spying on me, and what he said was hurtful." "But he's large and I'm broke, so I forgave him." " How much does this job pay?" " How's 30 bucks an hour sound?" "That souds like you got yourself a new security man." " Make sure, it's on good and tight." " Man, is this really necessary?" "Oh..." "Sign this..." "employment contract." "Now look here, fellow, I don't sign anything blind." " All right?" " Hold the wheel." "For 30 dollars an hour I put my autograph pretty much anywhere you want." "Mh-hm." "Ow!" "..." " Man, what the heck was that for?" " DNA sample." "Paragraph H." "Paragraph H... paragraph H?" "Where's H...?" "H..." "H...?" " I..." "I wasn't through reading that." " Put the blindfold back on, one eyed Willy." "Can't keep the man waiting." "I'm not feeling so hot, this blindfold isn't helping'." "My equilibrium is unequal." "Don't you do nothing in here, or you get a tour in my trunk." "Oh, gee, golly." "Well, uh... that's better..." "I'm alright now." "Ow..." "JG." "And my parents shown a great disappointment in me." "Hey look, I have some loperamide in my jacket." "Enjoy the ride." "Man, you got enough of my DNA." "Over the next 10 miles, I had time to think about things." "Who was this mysterious client, and what's he want with me?" "Oh, JG." "Please." "If you let me drive, that really would help." "Slow down, JG." "I'm gonna be taking care of this client, if you let me go." "Tell me, who we're gonna meet now." "You probably recognise him, but don't call him by name, makes him nervous." "He goes by Mr. Aaron, you can call him "sir"." "Now you look here, Charlie, I wanna know what's going on and I wanna know right now!" "Let's not forget, I got myself a big equaliser." "Hey!" "We're all professionals, we'd appreciate you being one too." "Please." "Is that the guy?" "Shh..." "What is this place, some kinda bad ass ninja garden?" "Who the heck is this mysterious celebrity?" "Whoa..." "It's the King of Rock 'n Roll." " Wanna a smoothie?" " A smoothie?" "What?" "I make a good one." "Is he really making a smoothie?" "JG tells me, you're from Mississippi." "I wanted somebody with southern sensibility." "I got plent of pedigree, I don't know how sensible that makes me." "Well, you know, I like how southern people operate." "You know, all are polite, well mannered, but effective." "Have a seat." " JG tell you, I'm being harassed?" " Yes, sir, uh... he did." "Well, you might've guessed, privacy is at the utmost importance to me." "We know where this cat stands, what I'm thinking is, that, uh... you just keep an eye on him, for us." " Surveillance?" " A bird dog, if you pardon the expression." "I can do that." " Do you like these?" " They look real handsome." " How about these?" " I like those better then the 1st ones." " Really?" " Yes, sir." " I want you to have 'em." " Oh no, sir, I couldn't." "Yes you can." "Okay." "I'm everywhere and nowhere all at the same time." "And I'd like it to stay that way, when I'm in town, taking care of business." " You want me to scare this guy away?" " You mean wrestle him?" "Yeah." " No." " No." "I want you to remain, the perfect southern gentleman, that you are." "You just keep an eye on him, and you report his moves, back to us." "If anything goes haywire... polite... but effective." "That's good protein, man, it's good for you." "Here's the fans name and the motel he's staying at." "This is my direct line." "The Kings phone number, that's going in my Rolodex, under K for awesome." "Adios, Bubba." "Mr. Aaron?" "I'm gonna do a real good job for you, sir." "I'm not gonna disappoint you." "As the King ascended onto his Dojo, I felt I been touched by the hand of god." "Wouldn't you know, just JG, put me back in his trunk." "You see this car?" "Mr. Aaron likes to give bonuses." "You do your job well, maybe... you'll get a bonus." "I made you some lunch, handsome." "Holy, sweet buttered grits." "It was my house, but that wasn't my jacket." "Did Mr. Aaron use Ninja magic, to put it in my closet?" "This is getting down right weird." "But that weird feeling didn't stop me from wearing the fancy duds." "Or imagine, the King reward me for a job well done, with a big fat Cadillac." "That's my friend Bubba..." "Mabry." "Polite... but effective." "Thank you, I couldn't have done it without Bubba Mabry." "Thank you very much." "I'm ready." "Besides the fact, I was working for a possible ghost of a rock star..." "I had to keep taps on a Harold Tankersley... it sounds like a made up name to me... might as well be Link Nickels, or be Flim Bigginson." "Whatever this jokers name, he was staying pissed off... and I had to find out how he gotten to the King." "You spend enough time around flee-bag motels, you learn to read doors." "Orange means, a hooker lives in number 9." "But this particular Miami Beach oasis, was a new one on me." "Oh, sonny." "Would you bring me some ice?" "It's such a long walk." "Sure." "Well, you've seen a lotta comings and goings." "I mean, you been here a long time, right?" " Since 1993." " Wow." "Have you noticed any, uh..." "suspicious characters?" "This one boy, checked in to six." "He's got a lactose problem." " Do you know what I mean?" " No." " Skunk city." " Oh..." " Watch yourself, sweetheart." " Thank you." "Listen, I'm gonna get your ice." "Go on in." "Alright." "Lock your door now!" "Room 6, at the Double 6, 6-6-6." "No local would stay in a devils room." "How you doing there, fellow?" "Uh..." "I got a client, of mine... who, uh... says a fellow staying here is harassing him, he goes by the name of..." "Harold Tankersley." "How about you helping me out?" "Let me know a little information on this cat?" "Is this a bribe, or an insult?" "I mean if you add for more of them..." " 50 bucks, man?" "A room here only goes..." " 19,95, plus you getting free HBO... and a continental breakfast." "Alright then, uh..." "how about we skip the breakfast, you just let me have a peek at the ledger?" "Skip the breakfast?" " How can you not like the breakfast?" " I like the breakfast, it's a lovely affair, man, look..." "Now, don't eat the breakfast, it's for paying costumers." " What?" " Go on out!" "Go!" "Go!" " I'm not done with my breakfast..." " Yeah, you're finished now, good bye." "Insulting my breakfast." "What is wrong with breakfast... it's got the fiber." "The patrons at sleazy desert motels rely on two things... privacy and plenty of ice." "You remove either one, and you got yourself a strategy." "Oh, no!" "Rock-a-hoo-loo, baby, that was easy." "No, no!" "Stop!" "Stop!" "Alright, stop, please." "No, no, no, no, no, no!" "I need a bucket!" "Like most motel owners on the strip, Raj probably keept 2 books:" "One for the Feds' and one for himself." "Give me a bucket." "Please, get it." "Okay." "The ice machine is broken, so I ran up here to find a... bucket." "Hot fried okra." " What are you doing?" " Me?" "What am I doing?" "Well, I'm from the IRS, I'm..." "I'm contacting an audit." "I'm gonna need your phone number." "Goddamn, this is not good." "Goddamn it." "What are you doing... in here?" "..." "Just write it down." "Write on matchbook or anything." "Just write it down, on that ledger there." "Woman show up in my cases all the time, she was different." "She spoke English and she had all her teeth." "Eat my muffin..." "That Muffin man chased me, I hope I'd see that Miss Pepper-spray again." "My next stop, Lydia." "She's Albuquerques' top conspiracy theorist... and in an ironic twist, she's also old, crazy and deaf." "What?" "!" "I over embellish to get her attention." "Lyddie, I got a new case, I'm stalking this guy..." "He might be a covert operative." "I got a credit card and a phone number." "Oh, any of the girls here can find that." "Alright look, I..." "I think he might be a dummy corporation for the CIA." "What?" " The CIA." " Whoa..." "They're half aliens, you know." " Where is the company?" " In Florida." " Oregon?" " Florida!" " Well, who is he?" " He... he's an... he... alright." "Oh, "Harold Tankersley, Tropical Imports, company Vero Beach"." ""Don't read this out laud, it's confidential"." "Oh, Florida, huh?" "Could be a drug connection." " I look in to it." " Alright." "Hey, uh... what do think about the King still being alive?" " Who?" " Who?" " The King, mama." " What are you, a crackpot?" "That's the most ridicules thing, I ever heard." "Lydia's helped me a lot over the years," " The Rodent." "Trustworthy, honest and loyal, he's none of those things." "But, you need someting illegal, he's your man." "Hey, Bubba, what'd you do, get a makeover for a queer after a PI?" "I don't think you know yourself, but you look funny." "What do you know about a guy, uh..." "called Hank Tankersley?" "Tankersley?" "Uh..." " He's staying at Double Six." " Then we know, he's from out of town." "Geronimo!" "Well, anything you can find out for me?" "You know, uh... get something from this guy, maybe, uh... get me a master key from Double six." "Depending on how much money you part too." "I can get you DNA, I'm talking bodily fluid." "Syringe, knapsack..." "in there, out." " I hear you, man." " Soon as we get 'em, pow..." "Alright!" "How hard is it to get a master key, man, that's all?" "It's gonna cost you about... that much, you get it all or you get nada." " Sorry about this." " Watch the glasses, fellows." "This is what passes for fun in Albuquerque I've seen at weddings' and church picnics'." "Simple enough, if you can grab all the cash, while they're kicking the shit outta you." "You get to keep it." "Either you win or you end up with blood in your stools, sometimes you get both, like I just did." "I sure didn't think, you was gonna go for it, Bubba." "I damn sure didn't think, you was gonna win." "Well, I didn't think I was gonna win either, the way you were kicking me." "Well, who you want to be kicking you, your friends or your enemys?" "Neither!" "Look." "Take that, get some band aids, okay?" "I owe you a master key." "This is a great jacket." "Havin' done the leg work on Tankersley, it's time to do a little ass work... that's why I sit in in my car eating taco, waiting 'till he shows up." "I once put a face with that made up name, woof... what a face." "I decided Hank Tankersley look liked... he been living on a diet of ding dongs and pork rinds." "I bet they call him Tank." "Oh, boy." "Got you." "Close your eyes... and really imagine, it's just you and Clooney, it's you and Clooney... it's all the same in the dark." "And now, let's see what this big boy knows." "Viva Las Vegas!" "Looks like old Tank, having take-out delivered." "Got himself a tit sandwich, with a side of ass." "I never wanted to be a sleazebag with a made up name... only right then and there." "Tank, you old dog." " Hello?" " Hello, uh..." "Mr. Aaron, sir." "Our mark is, uh..." "under surveillance." "I gotta be honest with you, sir, when you said you had a crazed fan in "Harold"?" "Well, I think he's living like a bookworm in a bow tie or something." "They call him, Hank The Tank." "Hank The Tank?" "You should see the company he keeps, they should call him, Hank The Stain." "Keep an eye on him." "Wanna know what he's up to." "He's tucked in for the night." " Alright" " Uh..." "Mr. Aaron, I..." "I hate to bring this up, but I come across some expenses." " I send JG for you in an hour." "Adios" " Adios." "You don't have to be a Magian, to figure out some things in this case weren't adding up." "Like why would the King of Rock 'n Roll hire a low rent PI like me... to keep an eye on some crazy fan?" "I don't know the answer, but one thing I did know, I needed to get paid pronto." "Here's another question, why would a dead celebrity in a down-low... hit golf balls into the brightest florescent lights, I ever seen?" "If it were me, I'd change my face move to Wisconsin." "Still, he hit it pretty good, for a dead man." "Hey, glad to see, you like the new threads." "If you look good, you feel good, if you feel good, you do good." "Yes, sir, I do feel good." "I mean, you got the sizes right and everything." "Thank you." "Oh, holy blazes." "Shanked it." "Must be a trip, being dead and all." "Oh, exuse me, I mean people..." "thinking that you're dead and all." "You know, 30 years ago, the people grew tired of Elvis." "Reminded them they grew up with him and how old they gotten." "Oh..." "People like Elvis again." "Been back to Graceland in disguise... watched fans put flowers on the grave." "I think they even put me on a postage stamp, for cryin' out laud." "30 years later they're still licking your behind." "Sorry." "I like you, Bubba." "You're all right." "Thank you, JG." "What about all the sightings?" "Well, I never wanted this, anyhow." "Now it's just fans that really wanna see me, you know like, Sasquatch and UFO'ers, and all that." "And after all these years, the fans are still loyal." "Don't need rhinestones, jumpsuits, gyrating pelvises... just the music and the memories." "Loyalty is what I want from you, Bubba." "Just wanna take care of this financial situation... just pay you a flat 500 dollar, so you don't have to..." "account for all these pity little expenses." " He still got that swing." " Yeah, that's a golf shot." " That's a golf shut, sir." " Still got it, don't I, JG?" "You still got it." "I've got pic nothing outta my life, but this is the first time it paid off." "Rodent, leaves with me a master key, as promised." "Hell, I know what you're thinking:" "My client is just a celebrity impersonator and I'm being played." "But you didn't look into his gold rim classes like I did, and see his eyes." "This guy was for real, and he'd ask me for my loyalty and I aim to give it to him." "Which meant, I have to get on Tanks' tail hard." "That didn't come out right." "There's something that doesn't square, if Tank is such a crazy fan, why isn't he hiding in Mr. Aarons' bushes... instead of sitting in the parking lot at Finkelman Entertainment?" "Gary Finkelman had been a big time record producer back in the 70's... before he was crushed from a jiving beat and platform shoes disko." "But how does this connect to Tank?" "I could care less, I'm just exited to use my new eavesdropping device..." "I bought in the spy section at Wal-Mart." " Hello." " Hey, Mr. Aaron." "Bubba, tell me this isn't true, but JG says you did a number on his Cadillac?" "Yeah, sorry about that, I hope you're done with blindfolds for a while." "Definitely, would that make you feel any better with?" "So, what can I do for you?" "Well, Tank's doing survailence at an office building down at, uh... 2400 Louisiana," "Finkelman Entertainment." "Well, now that's... that's interesting, that is interesting." "I tell you what... you just keep an eye on him for me and, uh..." " stay on your toes." " Yes, sir, polite but effective." "Bubba, I gotta go." "I got some wheat grass." "I gotta shoot it." " We have a problem, JG." " Yes, sir?" "I need you to take care of some business." "The King seemed settled, Tank looks settled, the only thing not settled, is my stomach." "Got to spend some of my new found wealth, on a king size nachos." "While I was gone Tank made a move." "I can only imagine what happened." "It goes someting like this:" "First Tank would probably lumber down the hallway trying to be inconspicuous... but with his sods and his stink would be impossible." "He probably come across, some Gypsy, Bohemian, a truly oil wearing girl." "Singing, screeching, whatever you wanna call it." "Fantastisk." "Let's recorded." "And Finkelman will act like he likes it... just because he wants to get in the girls pants." "It's amazing what a little bid of cleavage and pend extension, will do for a girl." "I know this sounds crazy, but it's my imagination, so just let me do it." " Finkelmans' coke's gonna wear off," " Jerry Finkelman presents." "And the girls manager will be cowboy midget." "He's the little fellow, maybe 2 feet tall in a cowboy hat." "He waddle all over, look like he's wearing 20 diapers... and he'll get into it with Finkelman." " Well, that's a pretty tall order." " Tall order, what do you mean by that?" "Bear" "Now, what was Hank The Tank up to?" "Theft?" "Maybe it was blackmail, or worse." "Thank you very much." "We get the video on the Web, it's a shortcut to stardum." "Shortcut?" "There you go again." "Keep it up, fancy paints." "Oh." "Mh-hm." "Thank you very much." "Look, I wanna see you on MTV, just as much as you." "But will be dwarfed by the bigger band." "Dwarfed!" "That's it, you cheap bastard." "She's better then your cheapskate lounge act anyway." "Come on, honey." " Cheapskate?" " Hey..." "I've got a lotta overhead, probably not as much as you." "A dead rock star, a sleazy producer in a recording studio." "Possibilities are narrowing." "Thank you." "Thank you very much." " Hey, come on, honey, take it from the top." " Hey, hey, hey, whoa." "We don't do nothing... until we have a contract, that's as tied as them little leather pants you been wearing." "Well, pull up the booster seat, little doggy." "I got the short form legal memo, right in my office." " Oh, oh, you son of a bitch." " Oh..." "At least I got one on Jeffrey." "What was Hank the Tank up to?" "Thank you very much." "Then I heard the fire alarm." "Maybe one meal, I should've skipped." "Tank had gotten the drop on me." "I needed to pull my head outta my ass and get it in to Tanks' ass." "Once again that came out wrong." "Goddamn it!" "I followed Tank to a park, where he drank by a tree for over an hour." "Well, well, little Miss Pepper-spray." "This puzzle just got a whole lot sexier." "I know what that is." "I left Tank bellying up to bar at the Cactus Cantina." "Used Rodents' master key to slip in and do some detective work." "The place smelled like Tanks' farts he farted." "I breath through my mouth and pressed on." "Jailhouse Rock, Tank set up a dark room." "Looks like, he's about to out the King, for being alive, not gay..." "Well, if you think about it, those gold shoes, and bedazzled capes he wore... were just about a hair away from Liberace." " Hello?" " I got smething your boss wants." "He's not here..." "I know he's in town, I know what he's planning." "If what I got get's out, you lose." "I give it back, in exchange for exclusive coverage." "Fine, it will be all over the radio stations tomorrow, and you won't see dime one." "Midnight, Juan Tapu Picnic grounds." "Be ready to deal." "I can't believe I vomit when I'm blindfolded and not when a blackmailer sits on my face." "I have got to think about what I'm saying, before I say it." "Tailing Tank left me covered with cheese and bedbugs." "Knowing what he did at midnight, I had time to swop out the duds." "This is Lydia." "The only Harold Tankersley that comes up... isn't CIA, he works for National Scoop." "National Scoop?" "Wait a minute." "Tank wasn't just some crazed fan, he was a celebrity snoop... with proof the King is alive, hanging in his bathroom." "The King paid me to take care of business and I wasn't gonna let him down." "It was my job to put an end to Tanks' story." "Now I was getting somewhere." "My plan was to follow Tank, find out who he was meeting with and report it back to the King." "You're gonna be late for your own blackmail." "But you know what they say, about the best laid plans"..." "The fart smell's still there, but there was something else..." "That was a dead cowboy reporter." "I was cautious about leaving fingerprints, until I realised they were all over the place from my previous visit." "I'm lucky Steve Romero's on duty, he's the only cop I trust... even tough he wears corduroy, in the middle of summer." "We only see each other a couple times a year... and when we do there's usually a corpse near by." " A dead reporter, huh?" " Looks that way, man." "There's, uh... there's a woman over here..." "looks a... very suspicious." "I saw her lurking around earlier." "That's the schmuck, that never came back with my ice." "I was suppose to get her ice." "Making friends?" "Listen, I got a witness, that assures me that you offered him some cash... to find out some information on that dead guy, what's that about?" "Who?" "Which guy?" " That guy." " Super Mario over there?" "No way, man." "I..." "I didn't give that guy any money.." "I believe you, 'cause you looking very pretty tonight." "I have a new client, he's very wealty, he's, uh..." "looking out for me." "A sugar daddy, huh?" " No, not exactly." " Who is he?" "That's confidential." "You touch anything here, Bubba?" "Uh... phone, when I called you, and I poked around a little bid here." " Watch yourself." " God-damn!" "How can you stand that?" "The killer wouldn't have tossed the room with him taking a crap... he must've shot him to silence him first, and then he went tossing." "So you were hired to tail ths guy, and you just left?" "Well, I had to changed shirt." " Blood stains?" " Cheese." "Oh, you know, a liitle club-soda, work that thing right out." " I've heard." " Anyone saw you this morning?" "I don't know." "You know..." "I'm gonna need balistics on your gun and a statement from you, you know... just in case that..." "can we put that" "I told Romero the whole story." "Mostly." "Okay, so I didn't tell him my client is the King of Rock 'n Roll." "There's no need for him to think I'm crazy, on top of what happened." "The guy you're tailing get's plugged with a caliber as same gun you're carrying." "You find the body... then you proceed to plaster the whole area with your fingerprints." "And for some reason, known only to you... and maybe the people in the Septic hot-line." "You won't divulge you clients name." "Is that pretty much it?" "Well, yeah, because my..." "I mean my clients name in confidential." " They ain't gonna like this downtown." " Downtown?" "So many mistakes, so few suspects." "And to top it off, my boss... man, he don't like no private dicks, and you are private." "What's that for?" " You're kidding, man?" " No." " You're not kidding, man." " Come on." "I wanna thank you very much, on behave of the department... for participating in the..." ""Gun for Toys program"." "Thank you, detective." "Here you go, sir." " What am I suppose to do with this?" " It vibrates." "You know..." "it's uncanny." "I don't give two shits, about this so called client privilege." "Private investigators, are the biggest public nuisance we got." "That's captain Morgan." "I held back from him my spice-a-roney jokes." "Known he really blow a gasket." "I'm gonna ask one more time, son." "Who's your client?" "Damn!" "Look it here, G-Q:" "You hinder our investigation now, I yank your license so fast, your pants will catch fire." "Look, I told you all I can tell you, before I speak to my client, man." "Now, if you got a case against me, you file the friggen charges." "I wouldn't waste your breath talking to your client, I'd save it for your lawyer!" "Speaking of breath, captain Morgan, you might wanna a mint." "Wow..." "Here he comes." "Damn, looks like the broads at Colonel Sanders are all getting laid?" "Well, well." "Yeah, I figured Morgan would have me tailed," "I just didn't think, it was gonna be Tonto and the Lone Ranger over here." "I tell you what, uh..." "I give you boys the rundown, this area right here is pretty much, just straight action." "Guys and girls type, pretty boring, uh..." "You fellows might wanna drive east a few miles, that's tranny town, you love it." "A fellow like you, strong silent type, just might get peeed on, enjoy your stay." "A real asshole." " Big win at crime?" " Oh!" "Damn, damn it!" "I want you to tell me about Tankersley murder." " Jesus, lady, how'd you get in here?" " Don't act macho with me, Mister." "I dealt with woman a lot tougher then you." " How do you know, how though I am?" " I know all about you." "You're a two bid gumshoe, never handled a real case." "Never even been in the local papers." " Well, I like my privacy." " You can kiss that goodbye." " Well that's just great, you're a reporter." " Not a reporter, Stephen." "I was Hank Tankersleys' boss." "No wonder, he liked spending so much time outta the office." "Listen, Bub, you're going to jail." "Whoa, easy, slow down there, Miss Kattalbom." " Quattlebaum." " Quatta... bom, Quatta..." " Quattlebaum." " Quat... show me." "Its Quattlebaum." " Hold on, I don't see how you get?" "..." " Quattlebaum." " Quattle..." "Quattlebaum..." " Quattlebaum." "Look, I wanna find Hanks killer, as much as the next guy, but you barking up the wrong tree with me." "Horse-shit." "The cops may have their heads up their asses, but I don't." " Well, you got a real filthy mouth." " It's ovious you did it." "Oh, come on, if someone paid me a ton of doe to off a reporter, you think I'd still be here?" "Not even you would be stupid enough to run, while the cops are outside." "That's right, the cops are outside, how about I bring 'em inside, have you arrested for, uh... trespassing, slander and... and loitering." "Hm..." "Okay, fine, invite 'em in." "I'm gonna collect some evidence on you... that you'll be buying your pillow in the slammer, until the cows come home." "You look here, missy, you take your filthy mouth and get the hell outta my room, or I'm gonna throw you out." " Why don't you try it, Bub." " That's Bubba, two b's, one u and an a." "But not in that order, because that would be, Bubba-ba-ua." "Bye-bye, Bubba-ua." "Well, I don't usually argue that much, with a person I'm attracted to." "And I thought we hit it off." "Don't slam the door!" "Mr. Bubba, it's Bongo." "Rent is due." "I hope your wallet is growing as big as your enormous cock." "Boy was I deep in it, left holding the bag for Tanks murder... with JG and Mr. Aaron nowhere to be found." "Hvem thinking who might've killed Tank?" " Sorry, Tank." " You don't like the breakfast?" "Eat this for breakfast." "Now, that's what I call a dead guy." "One person stuck in my head." "Polite, but effective." "I think JG, just might've set me up." "I needed to dig up some answer, but that wasn't gonna happen, with Custer and Sitting Bull, hanging outhere." "If you wanna give someone a slip, it's good to have friends in low places." "Like these two skangs." "I figured I pay them, to soap up the windshield, on these two knuckleheads and I'll skip out." "Then by the time these guys are wiping crabs of their eyebrowse, I be long gone." "Lydia, it's Bubba." " First ask you were questioning not reported your murder." " Did you do it?" " No, I didn't do it." " What?" " No, I didn't do it!" " Oh, pull on you, you're no fun." " Lydia look, I need you to run a trace... on all phone calls, in and out of Tanks room, the night he died." "Oh, that's too easy, but since it's a murder case, I guess, I'll do it for you." "Killer!" "Killer, killer, killer, killer, oohh..." "Hard to believe, Lydia is one of my closest friends, but some how... she's gone off her mints again, if she thinks I'm guilty, what am I gonna tell the jury?" "My alibi officially died on a toilet in 1977?" "Time to shift this investigation into high gear, retrace Tanks' steps." "But I coudn't just walk into Finkelmans' place unannounced." "These days, you can get in just about anywhere, if you speak star phonetics." " You're the who?" " We're the Boogie Boys." " Mr. Finkelman hates disco." " Hates disko?" "When he sees these boys, do the Freak, the Hustle and the Back-house." "He's gonna have disco fever." "Now buzz us in." "No one sees Mr. Finkelman, without an appoinment." "Hello, everybody, I have some free mocha-venti-latte here." "Now they're very hot, be carefull, enjoy yourself." " They're free for everybody..." " Can I have a cup?" " Yeah!" " I'll take one." "Plenty for everbody, enjoy yourself now." "Free coffee for everybody, alright?" "Enjoy your coffee and uh..." "Finding Finkelman isn't hard, just follow the smell of cologne and cheap reefer." "I needed by the end of the month." "How many end of the months are there?" "I know it's short notice, but you oughta be used to it." "Fucking midgets." "Hey, I think I know you, you're the fellow that blew up all those disco records." " I organised the whole thing." " Uh-huh, well, that's far out, man." "You must really hate disco." "Well, I..." "I can't say that I blame you." " Well, I like your look, very Rock 'n Roll, Dolce and Gabbana?" "Calvin and Hobbes." "Hm." "I don't think we met, Mr. Um..." "I'm Bubba Mabry, I'm a Private Investigator." "Maybe I'll catch Finkelman of guard, by getting straight to the point... with a real pop quiz." "I was wondering what you could tell me, about the King of Rock 'n Roll?" "What is this, a quiz show?" "The mans been dead what, how many years now?" "I don't know, I thought maybe you've seen him." "No, never met him before he croaked." "I was referring to something a little more recent, sir." " What are you trying to say?" " I sat this close to the man, 2 nights ago." "Bull-shit." "Well, if it wasn't him, it was a heck of an impersonator." "Probably the best I've ever seen, and if it was him, well, I figured, he'll be on his way over here to see you." "Look, I'd be the last man the King would wanna see, if he was still alive." "Why is that?" "Because I'd make a publicity splash, baby." "Living underground, pretending to be dead all these years, it's a no brainier." "Comeback song, concert tour, a couple of movies." "Souds like you got it all figured out." "Oh, sure, bring me any celebrity, who people think's been dead." "The Morrison, Hendrix, Cobain." "That's Major League coin, baby." "Yesterday a reporter was shot and killed, and the cops think I did it." "But I think..." " it was the King and his henchman." " Well then, I'd have to say, you're fucked." "The King having a pretty bulletproof alibi, being dead and all." "But listen... the next time you have a seance, with the King, call me... and I'll bring my Ouija board... and we'll make fried peanut butter banana sandwiches." "It was only by my southern gentility, that kept me from saying... that Finkelmans' ponytail was a clip on." "Ever have one of those days, when it seems everybody has a ditches." "Finkelman was hiding something." "JG got me into this mess." "Even the King might be a suspect." " I like you, man." " Golly." "Hang on." " What?" " Well, that's an interesting greeting." " Sorry I'm busy today, a lotta calls." " Do you handle more then 1 case at a time?" " Yes, I do." "Who is this?" " My name is Mrs. Bambi Gamble." " That's an interesting name" " I wanna talk to you." " Isn't that what we're doing right now?" " Martini Grill, 30 minutes." "I'll be there in 20 minutes." "Just because a womens name is Bambi doesn't mean she'll fit some stero type... as a busty airhead." "But I made myself smell good, just in case." "Give me another Heineken." "Looks like John Smith and Pocahontas enjoy the whore wash I'd arranged for them." "You're welcome, fellows." " Are you Bubba?" " Depends who's asking?" "She bought the next round." "Speaking of whore wash..." "It's the tit sandwich that visited Tank the other night." "It's gonna be hard to listen to anything she has to say." "Hi..." "I'm Bambi." "Don't look down be professinal, don't fantasize, be cool, don't..." "Oh, my God..." "oh, my God..." "You must be Bubba Mabry, I've heard a lot about you." "Well, only the good stuff is true." "You're the one who found Hank Tankersleys' body." "That's true." "Not so good, though." "That must've been terrible for you." "That was dramatic, I mean, the cops think I did it." "You don't look like a killer." " I know, right?" " Yeah." " Who do you think did such a thing?" " Well, I have some hunches." "Why don't you tell me some of your hunches." "Quit staring at her hunches." "Her ***** so I can't hear what I'm thinking." " What?" " Nothin'." " Why are you so interested?" " Well, Hank and I were friends." " Professionally." " Oh..." " Man, you're a reporter too." " Oh, gee... you really don't think, I was trying to mislead you?" "Mislead me?" "You're after a story." "Yeah, well... that depends... my editors are only interested in stories about show business." "Well, I'm sure you'll drum up some connection to whoever Tank's covered." "You know who did it." "Right now, why don't you take all these from the public, it's not subject to any reporters." "Alright." "I'm not a reporter." "I'm just some broad you picked up in a bar." "Look mama, my hands are tied." "Oh no, no, they're actually not... they're not." "I felt self-conscious, about my fingers covered in nut salt." "They could be though." "That didn't come out right." "This is the, uh... number of the hotel I'm staying at." "You know, just... if you change your mind?" "I should've followed her, but my erection, made that impossible." "Goddamn!" "Things are getting as cracy, as an inbred wedding reception." "I needed answers, so I hit the street looking for Rodent." "Nobody knew where he was." "Not even the dancing Indian... and he's out there all day long." "Why I didn't start at the salvage yard is beyond me, since there's nothing Rodent loves more then smoking weed in abandoned cars." "Rodent." "Rodent, listen to me, tell me about Tank." "Hey, my grandmother made this jacket." "Get off me, you tell me about it, killer." "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean, you ask me to watch your room and I watched it... then you ask me to get you a master key, which I did... and then you went in, and killed him dead." "I didn't kill this guy, Rodent, I didn't kill him." "Did anyone else come in and outta that room?" "Eveybody came in and outta that room, it looked like the goddamn Vilo do Maio parade." " People in and out." " Did anybody stick out?" "Other then the crazy white dude, with the master key?" " Yes, besides me, did anybody stick out?" " Some other dude, but I don't even know he even went in there," "I just know he left in a sweet ride, you should've seen that thing, ooh great." "What kinda ride was it, can you describe it?" "Yeah, I can draw it for you, with no pencil in my brain." "I was sitting in my office thinking about it, when you ran up." " It was beautiful..." " Was it a Cadillac?" "No, it wasn't a Cadillac, I don't dream about Cadillacs, I'm black, it was a Corvette." "A orange Corvette, looked like orange juice," " like fine orange juice..." " Orange juice, I get it." "Heads up." "Come on, watch out!" "Only in Albuquerque, would a sniper use a crossbow." "I know I should've filed a police report, but that woud've been a mess on top of a mess, I was already in." "So I figured my man and his man were a anon caller... made sure that Rodent would be okay." "They gonna have to amputate my ass." "Besides I didn't want Rodents' tip to slip away." "I followed Finkelman to Lovers Lane... which in Albuquerque is a dirt lot next to a sewage plant." "You could smell romance in the air." "If you know what I mean." "I couldn't believe, it's the second time in a week, I got to use my spy device." "Oh, man, you promised, it's always like this, every single friggen time." "I told you, it was next to impossible to put the lid on someting this big." "God, it smells funny in here." "We need to put the breakes on, until this all get's sorted out." "And now we have a dead reporter and a missing demo." "Demo?" "Did the King record a demo?" "It's obvious, that the private eye shot the reporter, unless there's something, you're not telling me." "God, what stinks in here, am I sitting in something?" "My newest information, told me, to get that demo back or else." "Okay, okay, take it easy, killer, I'll do it." "I know just the person, who get it for me." "The deal was, to get done right or not at all." "Well, I'm moving forward regardlees." " I wouldn't do that." " Don't you go dreading me." "And do yourself a favor, buy yourself some air freshener." "Your car smells like, somebody puked and left their cheese in here." "You wanna listen to something, pervert?" "Come on." "Listen to that!" "Huh?" "How does that sound?" " Pervert!" " I'm sorry." "Well, there's 12,95, down the drain." "What the hell you doing here?" " Well, sir, I need to talk to you..." " Shut up." "You shouldn't be following me." "You boys led me in a world of hurt, JG." "Everybody thinks I killed that reporter." "Didn't you?" "You know damn well, I didn't kill him, JG!" "You guys set me up to be your patsy." "If you found me you using flags to half time." "All I know if you follow us, I do whatever it takes to stop you." "What you gonna do, JG, throw me off the cliff?" "I would't be in serious shape here." "JG, this is effective, but not very polite." "Don't do that, sir." "Damn!" "Ow... ow... ow..." "I wish he'd knocked me unconscious, 'cause that really hurt." "Get in." "What the heck are you doing here?" "Watched you almost get your ass kicked twice." " You just sat and watched?" " Yeah... was really entertaining." " It must happen to you a lot, huh?" " No, no, it doesn't." "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the show." "I'm sorry about breaking in to your place before," "I didn't mean to do it, I just wanted to shake something loose." "Looks like the King picked you to do his dirty work." "Yeah, I know all about, Hank told me." "Well, thats crazy, we have to go to cops." "Why don't we just talk to the man himself, and see if we get it sorted out." "Well, you know more then you letting on, that I know, Felicia Quattlebaum." "And what?" "A girl's supposed to give up her story that easy?" "I don't want a story, I just wanna clear my name with the cops." " No headline." " Oh, you don't want me to write about you?" "I be happy, if you just..." "forgot you ever met me." "Well, I'm not sure I can do that." "Okay..." "here is what happened:" "Hank was in Santa Fe doing a feature on celebrity fat-farms, when he spotted this Elvis looking guy." "He followed him to a brick desert mansion, thinking maybe there's a story... on some eccentric millionaire Elvis impersonator." "Hey!" "JG chased him off." "Bad enough, when he ended up his encounter with some local vegetation." "Why would an eccentric impersonator record a demo?" " Demo?" " Demo, Hank gave you at the park... demo." " Huh?" "Better then I thought." " Apparently." "Where is it?" "Don't be stupid." "Now why would I carry around something that valuably with me?" "And when the King sang, it was Rock-tastic." "Looks like he retained a lot more then his golf-swing." "Nice hit, man." "Alright, you keep me covered, while I interview him, and take photos." "I get my story, and then they're all yours." "Slow down a minute!" "What... what's with all the luggage?" "Just think about this." "Whoever this guy is, he really wants the demo..." " he's willing to kill for it." " Then we don't tell him we have it." "Do we?" " Just keep me covered." " With what, my finger?" " You're a PI, you don't have a gun?" " I have a gun, the police took it." "Alright, well." "You can just take mine." "It'll do the job..." "Trust me, it's the element of surprise, alright?" "The only surprise we're gonna get is they be dying from laughing, from this pea-shooter." "This is adorable." "Don't slam the... door." "Oh, dag-on it!" "Here I am with a ladies gun... following Lois Lane hunting down the King of Rock 'n Roll." "How the heck, did I windup here?" " Hey, hey, hey, element of surprise, huh?" " Oh, relax." "Look, all I wanna do tonight, is clear my name with the cops... and make sure I don't get shot." "As far as I'm concernd, you're helping me not the other way around." "Siger du med pistol on top of it, the gun's not this big." "It's not that big." "It's the biggest thing I got down there at the moment." " That's not gonna clash, is it?" " Of course not." "Oh..." "He's coming." "He's got a gun." "Oh, great." "Drop the cannon, Dirty Harry." "Now, where's the demo?" "You should've never told him, where the demo was." "It was either that or a strip-search." "Well, well..." "Bubba Mabry." "Jesus..." "It really is you." "I'm not Jesus, but I appreciate the comparison." " Ow, I didn't say anything." " Shut up!" "Oh..." "Damn it!" "Oh, God, man." "Ahh..." " Shut up." " Ow..." " Shut up!" " What the hell?" "!" " That hurts, man." " I thought I could trust you, man." "It looks like, you even tried to sell my story to the papers." "That makes me sad, man." "Mr. Aaron, I did not bring her here, she brought me." "Felicia Quattlebaum, you and like Tank have got me a lotta trouble." "I've been plagued by you people all my life, even now, you still come sniffing around." "Well, why don't you stop running then." "You know, maybe... settle down." "I should try it, ma'am, stepping in and out of the shadows, buying mail order of TV." "I wanna go to Wal-Mart, I hear it's amazing." " Then you should go public." " I would if I could, you know." "Be alright, for the fans, but then people like you, you would just screw it all up." "I guess having a murder on your conscious doesn't help either." " What's that suppose to mean, Bubba?" " JG killed Harold Tankersley." "'Cause Tankersley was gonna louse up all your plans." "We didn't kill anybody." "I wouldn't stand for it." "A great reporter was murdered, and I wanna know who did it." "You know I didn't hire you, because I though you make a good patsy." "After you threw the fight with some pipsqueak." "I hired you because I thought you were a stand up guy." "Keep his mouth shut, do his job, even if he got scraped up a little bid." "You disappoint me, Bubba." "The Kings disappointment weight heavily on me, like Hank the Tank had earlier in this story." "I needed to make things right." "Hey, hold still, Felicia." "You're making the ropes titre." "I have no idea what you're saying, for once I'm glad." "Hold still." "Goddamn, do it!" "Please, hold still, grab the dart." "With your mouth." "Shoos." "Here we go." "Okay, make sure you don't cut yourself first, nice and safe, nice and easy..." "Okay, come on, come on, cut the rope, cut the rope." "Come on, cut." "Yes." "Yeah!" "I wanted to do more, but I'm a gentlemen... and that tape hurt my mouth." " Well, well, well." " Well, how nice." " Hey, isn't it close to bedtime?" " You ever check your answering machine?" "Inspector Morgan is riding my ass to get you downtown." "Well, you haven't been playing detective, while avoiding us, have you?" " No, we've been, uh... oh nevermind, man." " We've been tied up..." "literally." "Yeah, well, uh... save those details for Captain Morgan, I'm sure he'll be interested." "Listen, let me do all the talking." "You two have pushed my patience as far as it'll go, and that chaps my hiney." "Officer, what would you say if I told you, that the man you were looking for... is the King of Rock 'n Roll?" "Celebrity Scandals is one thing, but disrespecting the King of Rock 'n Roll, lady, you have sunk to an all time low." " But it's true." " What's true?" "That he was alive and a murderer, to booth?" "Yes, he's very much alive..." "and "ps"... quite a lady killer." "Lady killer?" " Lady killer, he's 75 yeras old." " He's hot." "He's probably got toe-jam, ear-fungus..." "The way that he was looking into my eyes, and he has this really sexy voice." "You got a crush on this guy?" "A crushing romance." " You're jealous." " I'm not jealous, you're in like some..." " school girl Rock 'n Roll fantasy." " Oh, so what if I am?" "Well, you probaly have to stick around, go to jail for robbing a coffin." " Is that a crime when you rob a coffin?" " You wouldn't know about this anyway..." " it is more then make..." " Enough!" "You two lovebirds interrogate each other, after I'm done with you." "Now, someone, I don't care who... and even if my brain ends of sanity with this compelling story." "It's like this..." "While she summed up the story, conveniently leaving out the part about Tank stealing the demo." "I took the opportunity, to check out what she had to offer." "She was smart and beautiful." "And unlike my crazy ex-girlfriend... she didn't have a knife and a holster strapped to her leg." "I think it would be kinda sexy if she did." "You'r gonna agree with that, Bubba?" "Well, I don't know the specifics of her story, but it is the same guy..." " that I know as my client, Mr. Aaron." " See!" "Aaron, that's his middle name." "I'd excpect a prime journalist such as yourself, to come up with a better story." " It's true, damn it!" " Am I wearing curlers?" "You must've mistook me for a housewife in line at Sack 'n Safe." "I don't buy you're bull-shit tabloid one bid!" "As much as this makes me..." "pissed, that I have to say this... but ballistics came back and a different gun killed Tankersley." "Well, that's fantastic, that means I get my gun back." "Hey!" "If you so much as fuck sideways..." "I have you back down here, where you wind up and do the Jailhouse Rock." "What a hack." "Thank you." " Where the bullets?" " We used those for the ballistics test." " All of 'em?" " The exit's that way, sir." " Extra-strong enchiladas." " I'll have a hot chili-tacos." "So, is this your favorite place or something?" "Yeah, I guess so." " It's nice." " I don't know about that, the food's real good." "It was really clever, how you..." "put this guy in his this place." "You handled yourself very well." "Look, Felicia, I know I've been really." "I just wanna..." "Well, thank you, for believing I'm innocent." "I don't." "Oh, goddamn it." "You couldn't help me get to the King, if you were in jail." "I'm pretty sure the King's long gone." "Yeah, and..." "so is the story of a lifetime." "Quit playing with all of the people out there, that would buy your story," "I mean, I bought it, and look where it got me." "Look where it got Tank." "I can't believe he's gone." "The way he saw life, through a camera lens... was incredible." "Why was Tank stuck, at the National Scoop?" " Why are you stuck, at the National Scoop?" " What makes you think I'm stuck?" "Well, you were on the bestseller list, for your first novel." "You were slinging celebrity poop week after week." "It didn't add up to me." "Rule #1, of being a good private eye?" "Hit the library." "That was a long time ago." "Felicia, seemed unfazed, by the heat of the green chilli." "I consider that a point in her favour." "What?" "I'm gonna help you find Tanks killer." "This isn't a ploy to try to keep me in town?" "Maybe." "Even if it is, Tank... he deserved better." "Thanks." "No problem." "I bet I have a change, with this little lady." "Hey, uh..." "well, that was nice." "You wanna, I don't know, go for a drink or something?" "A nightcap?" "Oh..." "Uh..." "Yeah, no, I better not, because..." "I'm already about half a sleep." "Of course." "Yeah." "Alright." "Okay..." " Oh, uh... silly of me..." " Let's shake." "Yeah, that's alright." " Oh, okay, we just..." " Ohh, alright, alright." "Lost that bet." "Alright!" "I bet Felicia's back." "Nope, lost again." "But what I lost, what way to loose." " Did you sleep?" " No." "Oh, night owl." " How's the invesigation?" " Oh, man..." "I..." "I know what you want, lady." "You're... you're... you're a pirate." "Uh-huh..." "You like pirates?" "You have no idea." "Arrghh..." "I knew she was here to pump me for information, but I hoped to be doing the pumping." "Well that, came out right." "You're a story pirate, you... you figure out what kinda story somebody's working on, rename it and then you printed first." "What do you care?" "You're not a reporter." "You think the King killed Hank?" " The King?" " Hank told me all about it." " Why would Hank tell you?" " Hank told me lots of secrets." "He had passion about the story." " Do you know what I'm so passionate about?" " No." "You're real pretty, but it's not gonna work, though." "I think, that you killed Hank, and you stole the demo." "No offence." "It's gonna take a lot more then neck kissing, sugar." "I..." "I didn't kill anybody." "Felicia Quattlebaum, she got the demo." "I don't think bare alt." " What?" " She's here?" " Yeah." " That bitch." " She... she... she has the demo." "That is untill the King took it back from her." "Well, tell me where he is." "I don't know where he is, I'm not even sure it's really him." " You don't believe, it's really him?" " How could it be... he's... he's been dead for so long, plus..." "how come nobody ever seen him before?" "A lotta people have, they reported all the time... but this story is bigger, then just another sighting." "He's ready for a comeback." "So..." "just tell me where he is... and I promise, I'll make it worth you while." "Just tell me where he lives." "He lives in a Castle-commune in Tiejas Canyon off old Route 66." "But I bet he's long gone by now." "See." "You answered my question," " og det gjorde slet ikke ondt." " No." "No." "Now I'm gonna go find the King and take the demo... and get the story of my lifetime." " He prefers to be called Mr. Aaron." " Oh?" "..." "Good to know." "It's Lydia." "I found our volger." "At the night he died, Tank called Finkelman Entertainment." "I'll make a publicity splash, baby." "There were a bunch of incoming calls, from a Bambi Gamble." "Bambi?" "Jeg tjekkede begge navne." "They were selling fake tickets to back in 96." "That's who Tank was talking to that night." " Where do you wanna meet?" " Midnight, Juan Tabo Picnic grounds." "I think maybe that's our killer?" "Oh..." "I've been barking up the wrong tree, thinking JG killed Tank, now all fingers were pointing at Finkelman." "Picking that lock only'd take about 15 minutes, but who's counting." "I needed one piece of evidence, to connect Finkelman to this whole mess." "Shit." "There's one." "And there's two through 90." "Du milde." "Hubba, Bubba." " I gotta ask you some questions, man." " You could've called." " Where is he?" " Who?" "Oh, I don't know?" "Good looking kid, Pumpin' Away, Hermit Herman." "No one was suppose to see that yet." "Why?" "Afraid I'll wreck your comeback plans for the King and expose the demo?" "We captured lightnin' in the barn, baby." "Whough..." "He's got it, baby." "Choppedy, chop, chop!" "Smag på det her." "The King is back." "Du har det, der skal til." "Major-league, baby." "Everyone's gonna remember my name for recording the biggest comeback in history." "And put the King back on top." " Yeah, but Hank the Tank ruined your plans." " Not exactly." "The King still gonna make a comeback." " Nye glory days." " Laugh all you want, but guess what?" "The Tank's dead, the King's alive and I'm about to make Rock n' Roll history." "How often do you get a 2nd change of doing something great?" "Just tell me where the King is and I let you get back to your masturbating" " I told you I don't know and that's that!" " Look fellow, I had a real rough week." "Now, why don't you tell me where the King is, or I'm gonna have to get nasty." " Just try it." " Jaså?" "Hey." "That's great, you know, there's a city ordinance about... having wild animals in a place." "You know you're a real smart ass, but this time you fucked with the wrong guy." " Kill 'em and dump his body in the river." " Wait, hey!" "Come..." "All I want was some answers, man." "Well, you're about to get one." "Like uh..." "whether there is life after dead." "I need dope." "Dope." "Pretty soon you'll pass out, dick-head." " What the fuck?" " Police!" "Hands up!" "Get your hands up!" " Come on, sister, put 'em up!" " Get 'em up!" " Get him outta there." " What?" "We're just swimming." " Gør det nu!" "Stay down." " I assume you wanna press charges." " Yeah, I wanna press charges." "I wanna press charges against their boss." "He's the one who send them here." " We got here in a nick of time." " You could've got here quicker." " What's the matter, Bubba." "You can't swim?" "Maybe next time you'll think twice about playing cat and mouse with us." "The cops wanted me to ride down-down, but I sweet talked them in to dropping' me off at my car." "Because with Finkelman on the loose, I gotta find a way to warn JG and the King." "Oh-oh, I hope Felicia didn't smell Bambis perfume on me 'cause... it didn't quite wash out in the river." " Did you just say Bambi Gamble?" " This is Paul here..." "Shag is downtown and screwing around Finkelman, is this something..." " What did you tell Bambi?" " Nothin'." " You sleep with her?" " What?" "No." "Bubba, it's JG." "Finkelman kidnaped the King." "I trailed them to the Grand Theater in Santa Fe." "I need some backup." " What're you doing?" " Shit." "Ow!" "..." "How'd you link Bambi with Finkelman anyway?" "Well, they've know each other for years." "I mean, Finkelman send Bambi to find out what Tank knew about the King." "Now Finkelman and Bambi had some big comeback idea... and Tank got wind of it and wanted a piece of the action... so he stole the demo." "Finkelman had Tank killed." "Just think, all the good ones die on the crapper." "Well, the King finds out he wants out." "You're still gonna make a comeback..." "and I'm gonna orchestrate it." "A record, concert tour..." "One last hurra, baby!" " I can't do that." " If you cooperate, we all make money." "And if you don't, I sell the story anyway and you're ruined." "What are they doing in a place like this?" "Oh, my God!" "You really do that?" "Kan du lære mig det?" "You probably end up in prison, for faking your own dead." " De kan ikke bevise noget." " Det behøves ikke." " Du gør, som vi siger." " Oh... not everything we say." " Everything..." "I say." " What're you doing?" " Du har vel ikke nogle kugler?" " Jo, i den pistol du tabte." "Bare rolig." "Vi overrasker dem." "You see, you're to busy being sexy and clever." "You don't realise your big mouth is a liability to me" " We're partners." " Nå ja." "Hold kæft og sæt dig." "Historien alene er millioner værd." "Lad os ride på bøIgen." "Meet all the old fans and a whole generation of new ones." " Jeg kan ikke, I told you I can't do that." "You can..." "and you will." "You owe it to the public, and you owe it to me." "Here, check this out." "Take a look at this." "It's gonna blow your mind." "Did this for you, baby." "I did this all for you." " The show's over, big shot." " Oooh, Bubba." "What a remarkable comeback." "Det er det, jeg mener." " What took you so long, man?" " Yeah, it's about time." " You're going to jail." " Den er stor." " Drop 'em!" " See that?" "Bambi to the rescue." "Kick 'em overthere." "Wooh, thank you baby." "That's what I'm talking about..." " you saved my life, baby." " Shut up, you lying sack." "Vi skulle ikke myrde nogen." "Folk gennemskuer det." "Wrong stupid!" "By the time the find me I'll be so rich, I be able to by anybody." "With enough money you can make all proplems disappear." "Not murder." " Especially morder." " Really?" "It's a good tip." "Thank you." "Mig og kongen skal blive rige." "Alle stiller sig derover." "Mr Aaron, rejs dig." "Drop it." "You first, Loverboy." "Drop 'em." "I said drop 'em." "Yes!" "Back in charge again." "Sit down." "Now, you're all gonna do what I say." "Because no one else has a gun, so no one else is allowed to talk." "Don't do that." "Get off me." "Let go of me!" "Get off me!" "Stubid bitch!" "Alright." "Nobody move or the King is dead!" " Again." " You want in on the comeback, fine." "We work out a deal." " Comes outta your cut, then." " Shut up, baby." " Shut up, Jerry." " Everybody, shut up." "Come on, could we cut this, bastards." "And work out a deal?" "I got a show to put on, and I'm a reasonable man." "No deal." "You stubid son of a bitch!" "Oh, shit!" "Ah, that's twice, asshole!" " Bambi!" " Screw you, I think you are bogus." "Hey..." "You're back!" "Oh, yes!" "You still got it, baby." "Picture this, you're back on stage with all your adoring fans." "I can make that happen for you." "When you died you left me hanging, without me you're nothin'." "You're not gonna leave me again!" "Boy, oh boy." "You really had me going there for a second." "You had us all going." "I was just hoping you're gonna play dead." "I mean, Lord knows you're good at it." "I'm sorry about all this, Bubba." "You understand that me and JG." "I trust you be able to sort things out with the authorities?" "Yes, sir." "Thanks." "Yes, Mr. Aaron." "I will..." "sort everything out with the authorities." "Hey, Elvis!" " You think you'll ever make comeback?" " I never went away." "Take it easy, big fellow." "It's gonna be alright, JG." "You're gonna be alright." "The King is gonna take care of you." "Just go towards the light." "No comment." "Finkelman bled guilty to killing Tank." "He now manages a prison band called the Jailhouse Rockers." "His request to go on tour, have been repeatedly denied." "You might have read about Bambis famous celebrity wedding." "Come on, that's a lotta money." "Rodent made a full recovery and introduced a new game to the nurses in the ICU." " Yes!" " Kick her" " Get your ass up, pig." " Han er et svin." "Felicia wrote the story of a lifetime and quit the tabloid buisness to write novels." "She took a break from writing long enough, to meet me in Vegas... for that one last thing." " Jeez, where did you park?" " Uh... in the awesome section." " Wow!" "Sweet ride, mister." " It's a Cadillac." "A little bonus I got from the fellow called "The King of Rock 'n Roll"." "You kow you got a little uh..." "like a..." " caterpillar or someting." " Oh, no, thats a mustache, mama." "Nice try, no see... one thing we all learned from Magnum, is that... every PI needs 2 things to truly be great and that is:" "A sweet ride and a big, beautiful mustache." " Well..." "I guess you got a sweet ride." " Alright." "Come on." "You know, I been thinking." "We should write a book about our whole experience." "I don't like that idea, you know I like my privacy." "No, I work for the local paper," "I know we can write together in paper, which gives us plenty of time." "What's that suppose to mean?" "Why would I have any time?" " I'm back loaded." "I'm in the want." " I'm sure..." "People you don't even know know that I'm in the want." "I'm sure you are." "I had to change my name I'm so popular." " To what?" " Bubba Mabry Junior." "Remember at the beginning of all this, when I ask you not to judge me." "Well, now you can jugde me." "And that is the end of a story." "Almost." "I've been witness to some pretty big events in my day." "The grand opening of a Piggly Wiggly Super store." "He was sugo casanova to break the worlds hotdog-eating record, before he exploded in shallow processed meat." "But those weren't near as good what Felicia an I were about to witness." "We had backstage passes to the biggest event in Rock 'n Roll history." "That's him!" "That's the King." " There's my girl, Felicia, how are you?" " Good." " Thanks for being here." " Glad to be here." "And Bubba, you ready to do this?" " Let's go do it." " Alright." "We're on full lock down, the King is on the move." "Enjoy the show." "Showtime."