[Backstage, Elvis has learned the truth about Colonel Tom Parker and exposes him live on stage; Parker himself is sitting in the audience with the owner of the International Hotel]
Elvis Presley:
I'd like to turn the house lights up, ladies and gentlemen. 'Cause now that you've seen me, I'd like to take a look at you.
[the audience cheers and applauds as the house lights come up]
Elvis Presley:
Oh, you're beautiful. Thank you. Oh, boy!
Colonel Tom Parker:
He'll mention the VIPs that are here.
Elvis Presley:
We got some high-rollers in here tonight.
Colonel Tom Parker:
Get ready for the spotlight.
Elvis Presley:
Mr. International Hotel himself.
[the spotlight falls on him]
Colonel Tom Parker:
Ah, there you go!
Elvis Presley:
And right next to him, is my so-called manager, Colonel Tom Parker.
[the spotlight turns to Parker, who playfully acts bashful]
Elvis Presley:
But I hear rumors that Colonel... is an alien.
[Audience laughs]
Colonel Tom Parker:
[Playing along]
Got here on my rocket ship.
[Elvis grabs a wine glass from someone in the audience and downs it one gulp]
Elvis Presley:
Somebody call the FBI and tell 'em that he has abducted me...
[his voice becoming aggressive]
Elvis Presley:
that he has locked me in this *golden cage* to keep me here forever with you, ladies and gentlemen.
[Audience applauds again]
Elvis Presley:
[singing]
So, I'm caught in a trap / I can't get out / 'Cause Colonel's got some big debts, baby!
[the Colonel realizes what Elvis is saying. Elvis gives him a mean look from the stage]
Colonel Tom Parker:
Excuse me.
[Colonel leaves]
Elvis Presley:
Well, this is the last show I'm ever playing here.
[Audience groans]
Elvis Presley:
I'm gonna get on my jet plane, the "Lisa Marie". It's named after, uh... my beautiful daughter. And I'm gonna fly away.
[the Colonel has arrived backstage in a hurry]
Elvis Presley:
No, no, no... You know I'm going to fly away.
Colonel Tom Parker:
[angrily whispering to the stagehands]
Stop the show. Stop this show! Come on, get this curtain down!
Elvis Presley:
Fuck the International.
[Audience gasps]
Colonel Tom Parker:
[to Jerry]
Mr. Schilling, what the devil is happening here?
Elvis Presley:
And Las Vegas.
Jerry Schilling:
That's what he wants to know.
Elvis Presley:
Ain't no one gonna stop me, man.
[spots Parker from the wings]
Elvis Presley:
Oh! Security! Security!
[begins babbling nonsensically, grabs another microphone from a band member]
Elvis Presley:
Security, security, security!
[to Parker, shouting]
Elvis Presley:
800 shows! You don't have a goddamn passport, you son of a bitch! You are fired!
[even louder, even angrier]
Elvis Presley:
You are fired!
[Parker has now walked up to him face-to-face; Presley screams]
Elvis Presley:
YOU'RE FIRED!
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