Bubba Ho-Tep (2002) Movie Script
'I was dreaming -
dreaming my dick was out
'and I was checking if that infected
bump on the head of it had filled with pus.
'If it had, I was gonna name it after
my ex-wife Cilla and bust it by jacking off.
'Or I'd like to think that's what I'd do.
'Dreams let you think like that.
'Truth was,
I hadn't had a hard-on in years.'
Oh, man.
'My God, man.
How long have I been here?
'Am I really awake now
or am I just dreaming I'm awake?
'How could my plans
have gone so wrong?
'When the hell
are they gonna serve lunch?
Considering what they serve,
why the hell do I care?
'If Priscilla discovered I was alive,
would she come and see me?
'Would we still wanna fuck
or would we merely have to talk about it?
'Is there finally and really anything to life
other than food, shit and sex?
'Well, goddamn it.
'How could I have gone
from the King of Rock and Roll to this?
'Old guy in a rest-home in east Texas
with a growth on his pecker.'
'What is that growth, man? Cancer?
'Nobody's talking.
'No one seems to know, or wants to.'
Makes you wonder
what kind of life this old guy had.
- Huh?
- What kind of life he had.
His kids, his grandkids, his legacy.
Look at him now.
Ah, who gives a shit?
Hm?
Make you comfy.
No.
Oh!
I'm gonna squish you, cockroach.
Help me.
You know, I was thinking...
What? You gonna get
all weepy on my again?
No. I was gonna suggest that you
spray some deodoriser on the corpse
because she's smelling pretty ripe.
Ugh! Good idea.
Excuse me, miss.
You gonna throw all that stuff out?
Yeah.
Could I have
one of them pictures of Bull?
Maybe his Purple Heart?
I mean, he was pretty proud of that.
And maybe
that tin of chocolates there.
I suppose.
'The revealing of her panties
wasn't intentional or unintentional.
'She just didn't give a damn.
'She saw me as so physically
and sexually non-threatening,
'she didn't mind
if I got a bird's-eye view of her love nest.
'It was the same to her
as a house cat sneaking a peek.
'I felt my pecker flutter once,
like a pigeon having a heart attack,
'then lay back down
and remain limp and still.
'Course, these days,
even a flutter was reassuring.'
Thank you.
Say, er...
- Bull your kin?
- My daddy.
Never seen you here before.
I've only been here once before -
when I checked him in.
That was three years ago, wasn't it?
You and him friends?
No. He never felt good enough
to say much.
I just hated to see
what was left of him go away so easy.
Seemed like an all right guy.
Mentioned you a lot.
You're Callie, right?
Yeah. Well, he was all right.
But not enough to come see him?
Don't lay some guilt trip on me.
I did what I could.
If it hadn't been for Medicaid or Medicare
or whatever, he'd have been in a ditch.
I sure didn't have the money
to take care of him.
'My own daughter -
lost long ago to me.
'If she knew I lived, would she come
and see me? Would she even care? '
You could have come and seen him.
They don't charge for that.
Mind your own business.
I was busy.
Well, well, well,
if it isn't my favourite patient?
How are you, Mr Haff?
I'm all right,
but I prefer "Mr Presley" or "Elvis".
I keep telling you that.
I don't go by Sebastian Haff any more.
- I'm not trying to hide any more.
- I knew that, but I forgot.
Good morning, Elvis.
Did you know we have a celebrity here,
Miss Thomas?
Elvis Presley - the rock and roll singer.
I thought he was dead.
Well, Elvis is dead.
Mr Haff knows that, don't you?
Hell, no. I'm right here. I ain't dead... yet.
Now, Mr Haff! I don't mind calling you Elvis,
but you're a little confused
and you like to play.
You were an Elvis impersonator,
remember?
You fell off the stage and broke your hip.
When was it? 20 years ago.
It got infected and you were
in a coma for quite a while.
You came out with a few "problems".
I was just impersonating myseIf.
I couldn't do nothing else.
I don't have any problems.
Are you trying to say my brain's messed up?
Why would you wanna be
somebody else?
I got tired of it.
I was hooked on pills, you know?
I wanted out.
This boy, Sebastian Haff, he was
an Elvis imitator - he was the best of 'em.
He took my place.
The problem is he had a bad heart.
He liked drugs too - more than I did -
so it was him that died, not me.
I just took his place.
'Why would you want
to leave all that fame, Mr Presley?
'All that money? '
'I don't know. Cos I got old.
'The women I loved, Priscilla, she was gone.
'The rest of the women were just women.
'I mean, the music wasn't mine any more.
'I wasn't even me any more,
just this thing they'd made up.
'And my friends...
'Well, they were sucking me dry.
'So I took a little road trip
down to Nacogdoches
'to check out this Sebastian Haff.'
It's all right, boys. Just wait here.
Oh, my God!
I didn't think you'd really...
It's all right, boys. Just another freak.
Let's split.
- Whoa!
- Sorry, man.
- I got it, I got it.
- It's all yours, baby.
'So I signed everything
over to Sebastian.
'Except for enough money to sustain me
if things got bad.
'I was determined
to make myseIf a new life.
'A better one.
'For me and Sebastian,
we had us a deal.
'If I wanted to trade back, he'd let me.
'It was all written up in the contract.
'The thing was, I lost my copy
in a barbecue accident.
'But that wasn't so bad. I was making
new friends and enjoying myseIf.'
Cheers!
Oh, my! Did you see that thing?
Just standing here!
It just went up like that.
'Now, Elvis... '
Yes...
Don't carry it too far.
You may just get way out there
and not come back.
Oh, fuck you.
Shit. Get old, you can't even cuss
someone and have it bother 'em.
Everything you do is either worthless
or sadly amusing.
Well...
I've got what I want.
- The clothes can go to Goodwill.
- Very well.
And I'm sorry about your father.
He was a nice man.
Yeah.
Nice to meet you, Mr Presley.
- Get the hell out.
- Now, now.
I'll be back later to do that little... thing
that has to be done. You know.
- Elvis!
- Ssh!
Poor Bull.
In the end, does anything really matter?
'No one here ever listened to me.
'Except this one guy -
only he was certifiable.'
That's where they took
a piece of my brain.
They got it back in DC in that goddamn jar.
I got a little bag of sand up there now.
Jack, no offence, but...
President Kennedy was a white man.
That's how clever they are.
They dyed me this colour, all over.
Can you think
of a better way to hide the truth than that?
'I was living simple... the way Haff had been.
'Going from town to town
doing the Elvis act.
'I felt like I was really me again.'
- Can you dig that?
- We're digging it, Mr Haff.
Mr Presley. Mr Presley.
'Women threw themselves at me
because they could imagine I was Elvis.
'Only I was Elvis -
playing Sebastian Haff playing Elvis.
'It was good. I didn't mind
the contract being burnt.
'I didn't even try to convince anybody.
'Then I had the accident.
'I was gyrating and my hip went out.'
- Oh-h!
'I'd been having trouble with it.'
Damn, it's cold in here.
No way. That's it. This time I'll make it.
No more piss or crap in the bed.
Whoa!
Man!
That is one big bitch cockroach.
Oh!
All right, man. Let's go.
Damn.
Hot damn!
Got you, you six-legged bastard.
Where...
Even a big bitch cockroach like you
should know...
never, never fuck with the King.
Oh-hh!
Hey! Is anybody out here?
I think we got some major
bug problems in this place, man.
Oh, man.
Jack?
Jack? Hey, man, you OK?
What the Sam Hill is that?
Mr Kennedy?
Hey, man. You're on the floor.
No shit? Who are you?
Look, I'm...
Sebastian. Sebastian Haff.
Did you see him go by in the hall?
- He scuttled, like.
- Who, man?
The one they sent.
- Who's they?
- Oh, you know who.
No, Jack, I don't. Come on, man.
Lyndon Johnson. Castro, maybe.
They sent somebody to finish me off.
I think maybe it was Johnson himseIf.
Real ugly. Real goddamn ugly!
Hey, look, man. President Johnson's dead.
Shit. That ain't gonna stop him.
Go to sleep.
So you say you heard a... a noise?
Yeah. I followed a sound.
I heard something. It was like a...
I don't know. Like a... like a scuttling.
- A scuttling sound?
- Yes, sir.
Were you awake or were you in bed
when you heard this noise?
I was in bed first, then I was awake
co the damn bugs woke me up.
You got bugs all over this place.
Bugs. Well, Mr Haff, what kind of bugs
have you been seeing?
Do I look like an icky-ologist to you?
Big damn bugs. The size of my fist,
of a peanut butter and banana sandwich.
What do I care?
I got a growth on my pecker.
OK, Mr Haff. Don't worry about a thing.
We'll call the exterminator tomorrow
and take care of it.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
It's time for that little thing again.
'A doll like this handling me
without warmth or emotion.
'20 years ago - just 20, man -
'I could have made with the curly-lipped
smile and had her eating outta my asshole.'
Doctor says this cream
ought to do the trick.
Corticosteroids.
Should heal the inflammation. Stop the pus.
'Where did my youth go?
'Why didn't fame
hold off old age and death?
'Why the hell did I leave the fame?
'Do I want it back
and could I have it, and if I could,
'would it make any damn difference? '
Mr Haff!
Huh?
'Lord almighty.'
You old rascal.
I think you'd better
take a cold shower, Mr Haff.
'There had been two presidential
elections since I had a boner like that one.
'What gave here?
Then I realised what gave.
'I was thinking about something
that interested me -
'not my next meal or going to the crapper.
'I'd been given a dose of life again.'
You get in there with me,
I'll take a shower.
You silly thing.
Come on, now.
Why don't you pull on it a little?
You ought to be ashamed.
Whe-he. Whe-he.
It's an ambush.
Under the bridge.
I saw him under the bridge.
It's an ambush! Tonto. My boots, Tonto.
'That's my friend, Kemosabe.
We used to play cards together.
- My boots!
- 'Now he doesn't know who I am.'
Daddy.
Baby?
- Sebastian. Sebastian. It's loose.
- What's loose?
Lt. Listen.
Jesus Christ. What's that?
I thought it was Lyndon Johnson,
but I was wrong.
I've come across new evidence
to suggest another assassin.
Assassin?
He's after another target tonight.
Come on, I want to show you something.
I don't think it's safe to go to sleep.
For Christ's sake. Tell the administrators.
Suits and white starches?
No, thank you!
I trusted them in Dallas and look
where that got my brain and me.
I'm thinking with sand here.
I pick up some waves maybe
from my brain,
but someday, somebody might just
disconnect the battery at the White House.
Oh, yeah. That's something
to worry about, all right.
Listen here. Listen. I know you're Elvis.
There was a rumour,
you know, that you hated me.
But I thought about that.
If you hated me, you could have
finished me off the other night.
All I want from you is that
you look me straight in the eye
and assure me you had nothing at all
to do with that day in Dallas,
and that you did not know
Lee Harvey Oswald or Jack Ruby.
Hey, look, man.
I had nothing to do with Dallas
and I knew neither
Lee Harvey Oswald nor Jack Ruby.
Good. May I call you Elvis
instead of Sebastian?
- You may.
- Excellent.
- You wear glasses to read?
- I wear glasses when I want to see.
Get 'em, but come on.
Come on. Right down the hall.
'The walker was swinging along easier
tonight. Not even like I needed it.
'Damn, this here Jack was a nut.
'Maybe I was nuts too,
but there was an adventure going on.'
It's in here.
In here.
That's it?
We're trying to figure out
who attacked you
and you bring me to look
at stick pictures on the shithouse wall?
Look close.
- It's Egyptian.
- Right.
Hey, you're not as stupid
as some folks made you out.
Thank you.
I copied this down yesterday.
I came in to take a shit because
they hadn't cleaned my bathroom,
saw that on the wall,
took it back to my room,
and looked it up in my books.
This top line translates roughly into,
"Pharaoh gobbles donkey goobers"
and the bottom line,
"Cleopatra does the nasty".
- Say what?
- That's the best I can translate it.
So one of the nuts in here,
present company excluded,
thinks he's Tutankhamen,
writes hieroglyphics on the wall?
What's the connection?
Why are we standing in a toilet?
I don't know what the connection is,
exactly. Not yet.
But that thing caught me asleep last
night and I came awake just in time.
He had me on the floor
and had his mouth over my asshole.
- A shit-eater?
- I don't think so.
He was after my soul.
You can get it out of any major orifice
of a person's body. I read about it.
Where, man? Hustler?
The Everyday Man Or Woman's Book
Of The Soul by David Webb.
They got some pretty good movie reviews
in there about stolen soul movies.
Come on. I'll show you.
Oh!
I think there might be an electrical
problem in the gardener's shed.
The light looks like it's shorting out.
The whole place is falling apart,
but you don't have to think about that.
Miss Biddlestein is waiting on her enema.
All right, all right. I'm coming.
Just let me finish my cigarette first.
God!
There's an ugly son of a bitch.
Damn! Hey, Jack.
It says here that you can bury some dude
and if he gets the right spells said
over him and such bullshit,
he can come back to life
thousands of years later.
But hold on now.
To stay alive, he has to suck
on the souls of the living
and if the souls are small,
his life force doesn't last long.
Small? What does that mean?
Read on. No, never mind.
I'll tell you myseIf.
But first, would you like a Ding Dong?
I don't mean mine.
I mean a chocolate Ding Dong.
Course, mine would be chocolate
now that I have been dyed.
- You got Ding Dongs, man?
- Mm.
- I got Paydays and a box of Baby Ruths.
- Oh, mama.
Which will it be? Let's get decadent.
- I'll take a Baby Ruth.
- Mm.
All right.
Now... small souls...
are those that don't have much fire for life.
You know a place like that?
Man, if souls were fires
they couldn't burn lower than in here.
Exactamundo.
What we have here at Shady Rest
is an Egyptian soul-sucker of some sort.
A mummy hiding out,
coming in here, feeding on the sleeping.
It's perfect, you see?
We're small souls,
so we can't provide that much.
But if that thing comes back
two or three times in a row
and wraps his lips
around some elder's asshole,
that elder is going to die pretty soon,
and who will be the wiser?
Aah!
Asshole!
A mummy can't be getting
too much energy from this -
not like the big souls -
but the prey is easy.
And with new people coming in, he can
keep this up forever, this soul robbery.
That's what they brought us here for -
to get us out of the way until we die -
and those who don't die first from
disease or just plain being old, he gets.
That's all well and good, Jack,
but there's one thing that still throws me.
How does an Ancient Egyptian
wind up in a Texas rest-home
and why is he writing
on the shithouse walls?
Well, he went in to take a crap,
got bored, started writing on the walls.
He probably wrote on pyramid walls
centuries ago.
Come on, man. What would he crap?
He hadn't eat...
Well, he eats souls, so I assume
that he would crap soul residue.
By that, I mean that if you die
from his mouth,
you don't go to the other side
where souls go,
he digests souls
until they don't exist any more.
And you're just
so much toilet water decoration.
Uh-huh. And speaking of toilets,
this is how I figured that whole thing out.
He's like anybody else
when it comes to taking a dump.
He wants a nice clean place
with a flush. He didn't have that in his time.
No, no. Don't go out in the hall.
- It's all right, man. I'm not asleep.
- That don't mean he won't hurt you.
Oh, he, my ass!
There isn't any mummy from Egypt.
Nice knowing you, Elvis.
Asshole. Asshole.
Asshole! Asshole!
Asshole.
Ass...
Aah!
'Kemosabe was dead of a ruptured
heart before he hit the floor.
'Gone down and out
with both guns blazing.
'Soul intact.
'Once again, we got scolded.
'This time, we got quizzed about
what had happened to Kemosabe.
'Neither of us told the truth.
'Who was gonna
believe a couple of nuts?
'Elvis and Jack Kennedy explaining
'that Kemosabe was
gunning for a mummy in cowboy duds?
'Some kind of Bubba Ho-tep?
'So what we did was... we lied.'
- Life sure is fleeting, you know?
- What?
Life, I'm saying it's fleeting.
You know what I mean?
One minute you're here
and the next minute you're gone!
Oh, shit! Come on.
Asshole! Come on, move it. Get it.
- Ow!
- Ah!
Nonchalant. Nonchalant.
- Get it in there.
You are one fucking idiot.
Mr Haff?
Mr Presley.
Mr Presley.
Now, now, Mr Presley.
You are looking much stronger,
but you shouldn't be out here too long.
It's time for your nap and it's also time
for us to do that little... you know.
You fuck off, you patronising bitch!
I'm sick of your shit!
I'll lube my own crankshaft!
Treat me like a baby again, I'll wrap
this goddamn walker round your head!
How in the hell did that mummy do that?
Well, what the hell?
Where did old Bubba Ho-tep go?
Where did he come from?
How the hell did he get here?
Wait a minute.
'I saw him under the bridge.'
Come on, momma.
'It's a cancer.
'They're keeping it from me cos I'm old.
To them, it don't matter.
'They think age will kill me first
and they're probably right. Well, suck them.
'I know what it is
and if it isn't, it might as well be.'
Ugh.
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the Elvis Presley Movie Marathon.
'It's 24 hours of Elvis
in the roles he made famous.
'Watch that hound dog
outstrum, outrace, outfight
'and outwit the bad guys.
'And at the same time,
watch the King slay the girls.'
Shitty bitches, man. Every single one.
'Here I was complaining about
loss of pride and how life had treated me,
'and now I realise I never had any pride.
'Much of how life had treated me
had been good
'and the bulk of the bad
was my own damn fault.
'Should have fired Colonel Parker
when I got into pictures.
'Old fart had been a shark and a fool
and I was a bigger fool for following him.
'If only I had treated Priscilla right.
'If I could have told my daughter I loved her.
'Always the questions, never the answers.
'Always the hopes, never the fuIfilments.'
I had the woman who calls herseIf
my niece come get me.
She took me downtown
to the newspaper morgue.
She's been helping me do some research.
- Research on what, man?
- On our mummy.
- You know something about it?
- I know plenty.
Now, one of the lesser mummies,
on loan from the Egyptian government,
was being circulated all over
the United States - museums, stuff like that.
- Like King Tut?
- No. More like King Tut's brother.
His mummy was flown or carried
by the train from state to state.
- When it got to Texas, it was stolen.
- Stolen?
Evidence points to it being stolen
by a couple of guys in a silver bus.
Bus? Hey, I've seen that.
The thieves broke into the museum,
stole it in hopes of a ransom,
when in comes the worst storm
in east Texas history.
Let me guess.
The bus was washed away. I think
I saw it today. It was back in the creek.
The mummy was imprisoned by the debris.
How did it come back to life, man?
How did I end up inside its memories?
Speculation broadens here,
but some mummies get buried
without their names,
a curse on their sarcophagus.
Hey, now. Maybe our boy's one of them.
When he's in the coffin,
he's just a dried-up old corpse.
But when the bus got washed away,
maybe it broke open or something
and now he's free of coffin and curse, man.
He's free from imprisonment,
but he still needs souls.
And now he's free to have them.
He can just keep on feeding
unless he's finally destroyed.
So what do we do, Jack?
Changing rest-homes might be
a good idea. I can't think of much else.
But I will say this.
Our mummy
is a night-time kind of guy,
so I'm gonna go and sleep now.
Set my alarm for just before dark,
then get myseIf a few cups of coffee.
Damn straight!
I don't want him slapping his lips
on my asshole.
Yes. Consider it.
He's got the proverbial
birds' nest on the ground here.
'What do I really have left in life
but this place?
'It ain't much of a home,
'but it's all I got.'
Well, goddamn it.
I'll be damned if I let
some boring graffiti-writing,
soul-sucking son of a bitch
in an oversize cowboy hat and boots
take my friends' souls
and shit 'em down the visitors' toilet!
'In the movies
I always played heroic types,
'but when the stage lights went out,
it was time for drugs and stupidity
'and the coveting of women.
'Now it's time. Time to be a little
of what I'd always fantasised being.
'A hero.'
Hello.
Mr Kennedy? Ask not
what your rest-home can do for you...
ask what you can do
for your rest-home.
Hey, you're copying my best lines.
And let me paraphrase one of my own.
"Let's take care of business."
Just what are you getting at, Elvis?
You know what I'm getting at, Mr President.
We're gonna kill us a mummy.
Two bottles of rubbing alcohol.
Check.
Don't even have to toss 'em. Look here.
Found this in the storage room.
- I thought they kept it locked.
- They do.
- I stole a hairpin and picked the lock, baby.
- Great.
Matches.
Check. I even scrounged up
a cigarette lighter.
Good. Uniform.
Big check on that, baby.
Well...
I got a nice pair of shoes
to go with this.
Check.
- Scissors.
- Check.
Right. Now...
I got my chair oiled and ready to roll.
That's good.
We could use some wheels.
And I picked some words of power
from my book of magic.
I don't know if they'll stop a mummy,
but they ward off evil.
I wrote 'em down. One for each of us.
Well, we use what we got, baby.
All right,
now. At 2:45am we hook up back here.
At the rate we travel,
maybe we ought to start at 2.30.
Mm.
- Say, Jack?
- Mm.
Do we know
what the hell we're doing, man?
No. But they say that fire cleanses evil.
Let's just hope that they,
whoever they are, is right.
Check on that too.
All right, synchronise watches.
And...
Mark.
The two key words for tonight
are "caution" and "flammable".
And also "Watch your ass".
What's that around your neck?
My medicine bag.
Indians used to wear them into battle.
It's got all kinds of lucky stuff.
See here? Mucho mojo.
That's my daughter.
I know.
We weren't there for our kids
when they needed us, were we?
Man, if I could just talk to her again,
tell her I love her.
Try and make things right somehow.
No time for regrets, Elvis.
We were the best fathers
we could be under the circumstances.
Yeah, I guess. No time for regrets.
We got business to take care of.
Look here. Top it up with this.
I stole it from the gardener
when he wasn't looking.
It's gonna be one hell of a barbecue.
Let's do it, amigo.
Jack?
I've just got one last question.
Marilyn.
Oh, come on, man. Marilyn Monroe.
What's she like in the sack?
That is classified information. Top secret.
But, between you and me...
Wow!
You old dog. Watch your back, Jack.
Oh. Time to hop it.
'Shit.
'Bubba Ho-tep comes out that creek bed,
he's gonna be hungry and pissed.
'When I try and stop him, he's gonna jam
this paint can up my ass
'and jam me
and that wheelchair up Jack's ass.'
Oh, shit!
Hey, Jack.
Don't make me fuss up on you, baby.
Aaah!
Damn! Where did he go to?
Hey! You stay put! I'll flush him out.
You be careful, man.
Oh! No, Jack!
Oh!
No! No!
Come and get it,
you undead sack of shit.
Sorry, man.
Mr Kennedy?
The President is soon dead.
So now it's up to you, Elvis.
You got to get him. You...
gotta take care of business.
That's right, man.
TCB.
It's just you and me.
Mr President.
"You nasty thing from beyond the dead...
"No matter what you think or do,
good things will never come to you.
"And if evil is your black design,
"you can bet the goodness of the light ones
"will kick your bad... behind?"
Christ! That's it?
That's the chant against evil
from The Book Of Souls?
And what kind of decoder ring
comes with that, man?
Shit! It don't even rhyme well.
This is dog shit.
It's time for A-C-T-I-O-N.
Here we go. Whoo! Yee-ha!
'I was going out.
'If I did, not only would I be one dead
son of a bitch, but so would my soul.
'I'd just be so much crap.
'No afterlife, no reincarnation,
no angels with harps.
'Whatever lay beyond
would not be known to me.
'It would all end right here
for Elvis Aaron Presley.
'Nothing left but a quick flush.'
TCB, baby.
Your soul-sucking days are over, amigo.
'I felt something inside
grating against something soft.
'I felt like a water balloon
with a hole poked in it.
'I was going down for the last count
and I knew it.'
But I still have my soul.
It's still mine. All mine.
The folks up there in Shady Rest...
they have theirs too.
And they're gonna keep 'em.
Every single one.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
dreaming my dick was out
'and I was checking if that infected
bump on the head of it had filled with pus.
'If it had, I was gonna name it after
my ex-wife Cilla and bust it by jacking off.
'Or I'd like to think that's what I'd do.
'Dreams let you think like that.
'Truth was,
I hadn't had a hard-on in years.'
Oh, man.
'My God, man.
How long have I been here?
'Am I really awake now
or am I just dreaming I'm awake?
'How could my plans
have gone so wrong?
'When the hell
are they gonna serve lunch?
Considering what they serve,
why the hell do I care?
'If Priscilla discovered I was alive,
would she come and see me?
'Would we still wanna fuck
or would we merely have to talk about it?
'Is there finally and really anything to life
other than food, shit and sex?
'Well, goddamn it.
'How could I have gone
from the King of Rock and Roll to this?
'Old guy in a rest-home in east Texas
with a growth on his pecker.'
'What is that growth, man? Cancer?
'Nobody's talking.
'No one seems to know, or wants to.'
Makes you wonder
what kind of life this old guy had.
- Huh?
- What kind of life he had.
His kids, his grandkids, his legacy.
Look at him now.
Ah, who gives a shit?
Hm?
Make you comfy.
No.
Oh!
I'm gonna squish you, cockroach.
Help me.
You know, I was thinking...
What? You gonna get
all weepy on my again?
No. I was gonna suggest that you
spray some deodoriser on the corpse
because she's smelling pretty ripe.
Ugh! Good idea.
Excuse me, miss.
You gonna throw all that stuff out?
Yeah.
Could I have
one of them pictures of Bull?
Maybe his Purple Heart?
I mean, he was pretty proud of that.
And maybe
that tin of chocolates there.
I suppose.
'The revealing of her panties
wasn't intentional or unintentional.
'She just didn't give a damn.
'She saw me as so physically
and sexually non-threatening,
'she didn't mind
if I got a bird's-eye view of her love nest.
'It was the same to her
as a house cat sneaking a peek.
'I felt my pecker flutter once,
like a pigeon having a heart attack,
'then lay back down
and remain limp and still.
'Course, these days,
even a flutter was reassuring.'
Thank you.
Say, er...
- Bull your kin?
- My daddy.
Never seen you here before.
I've only been here once before -
when I checked him in.
That was three years ago, wasn't it?
You and him friends?
No. He never felt good enough
to say much.
I just hated to see
what was left of him go away so easy.
Seemed like an all right guy.
Mentioned you a lot.
You're Callie, right?
Yeah. Well, he was all right.
But not enough to come see him?
Don't lay some guilt trip on me.
I did what I could.
If it hadn't been for Medicaid or Medicare
or whatever, he'd have been in a ditch.
I sure didn't have the money
to take care of him.
'My own daughter -
lost long ago to me.
'If she knew I lived, would she come
and see me? Would she even care? '
You could have come and seen him.
They don't charge for that.
Mind your own business.
I was busy.
Well, well, well,
if it isn't my favourite patient?
How are you, Mr Haff?
I'm all right,
but I prefer "Mr Presley" or "Elvis".
I keep telling you that.
I don't go by Sebastian Haff any more.
- I'm not trying to hide any more.
- I knew that, but I forgot.
Good morning, Elvis.
Did you know we have a celebrity here,
Miss Thomas?
Elvis Presley - the rock and roll singer.
I thought he was dead.
Well, Elvis is dead.
Mr Haff knows that, don't you?
Hell, no. I'm right here. I ain't dead... yet.
Now, Mr Haff! I don't mind calling you Elvis,
but you're a little confused
and you like to play.
You were an Elvis impersonator,
remember?
You fell off the stage and broke your hip.
When was it? 20 years ago.
It got infected and you were
in a coma for quite a while.
You came out with a few "problems".
I was just impersonating myseIf.
I couldn't do nothing else.
I don't have any problems.
Are you trying to say my brain's messed up?
Why would you wanna be
somebody else?
I got tired of it.
I was hooked on pills, you know?
I wanted out.
This boy, Sebastian Haff, he was
an Elvis imitator - he was the best of 'em.
He took my place.
The problem is he had a bad heart.
He liked drugs too - more than I did -
so it was him that died, not me.
I just took his place.
'Why would you want
to leave all that fame, Mr Presley?
'All that money? '
'I don't know. Cos I got old.
'The women I loved, Priscilla, she was gone.
'The rest of the women were just women.
'I mean, the music wasn't mine any more.
'I wasn't even me any more,
just this thing they'd made up.
'And my friends...
'Well, they were sucking me dry.
'So I took a little road trip
down to Nacogdoches
'to check out this Sebastian Haff.'
It's all right, boys. Just wait here.
Oh, my God!
I didn't think you'd really...
It's all right, boys. Just another freak.
Let's split.
- Whoa!
- Sorry, man.
- I got it, I got it.
- It's all yours, baby.
'So I signed everything
over to Sebastian.
'Except for enough money to sustain me
if things got bad.
'I was determined
to make myseIf a new life.
'A better one.
'For me and Sebastian,
we had us a deal.
'If I wanted to trade back, he'd let me.
'It was all written up in the contract.
'The thing was, I lost my copy
in a barbecue accident.
'But that wasn't so bad. I was making
new friends and enjoying myseIf.'
Cheers!
Oh, my! Did you see that thing?
Just standing here!
It just went up like that.
'Now, Elvis... '
Yes...
Don't carry it too far.
You may just get way out there
and not come back.
Oh, fuck you.
Shit. Get old, you can't even cuss
someone and have it bother 'em.
Everything you do is either worthless
or sadly amusing.
Well...
I've got what I want.
- The clothes can go to Goodwill.
- Very well.
And I'm sorry about your father.
He was a nice man.
Yeah.
Nice to meet you, Mr Presley.
- Get the hell out.
- Now, now.
I'll be back later to do that little... thing
that has to be done. You know.
- Elvis!
- Ssh!
Poor Bull.
In the end, does anything really matter?
'No one here ever listened to me.
'Except this one guy -
only he was certifiable.'
That's where they took
a piece of my brain.
They got it back in DC in that goddamn jar.
I got a little bag of sand up there now.
Jack, no offence, but...
President Kennedy was a white man.
That's how clever they are.
They dyed me this colour, all over.
Can you think
of a better way to hide the truth than that?
'I was living simple... the way Haff had been.
'Going from town to town
doing the Elvis act.
'I felt like I was really me again.'
- Can you dig that?
- We're digging it, Mr Haff.
Mr Presley. Mr Presley.
'Women threw themselves at me
because they could imagine I was Elvis.
'Only I was Elvis -
playing Sebastian Haff playing Elvis.
'It was good. I didn't mind
the contract being burnt.
'I didn't even try to convince anybody.
'Then I had the accident.
'I was gyrating and my hip went out.'
- Oh-h!
'I'd been having trouble with it.'
Damn, it's cold in here.
No way. That's it. This time I'll make it.
No more piss or crap in the bed.
Whoa!
Man!
That is one big bitch cockroach.
Oh!
All right, man. Let's go.
Damn.
Hot damn!
Got you, you six-legged bastard.
Where...
Even a big bitch cockroach like you
should know...
never, never fuck with the King.
Oh-hh!
Hey! Is anybody out here?
I think we got some major
bug problems in this place, man.
Oh, man.
Jack?
Jack? Hey, man, you OK?
What the Sam Hill is that?
Mr Kennedy?
Hey, man. You're on the floor.
No shit? Who are you?
Look, I'm...
Sebastian. Sebastian Haff.
Did you see him go by in the hall?
- He scuttled, like.
- Who, man?
The one they sent.
- Who's they?
- Oh, you know who.
No, Jack, I don't. Come on, man.
Lyndon Johnson. Castro, maybe.
They sent somebody to finish me off.
I think maybe it was Johnson himseIf.
Real ugly. Real goddamn ugly!
Hey, look, man. President Johnson's dead.
Shit. That ain't gonna stop him.
Go to sleep.
So you say you heard a... a noise?
Yeah. I followed a sound.
I heard something. It was like a...
I don't know. Like a... like a scuttling.
- A scuttling sound?
- Yes, sir.
Were you awake or were you in bed
when you heard this noise?
I was in bed first, then I was awake
co the damn bugs woke me up.
You got bugs all over this place.
Bugs. Well, Mr Haff, what kind of bugs
have you been seeing?
Do I look like an icky-ologist to you?
Big damn bugs. The size of my fist,
of a peanut butter and banana sandwich.
What do I care?
I got a growth on my pecker.
OK, Mr Haff. Don't worry about a thing.
We'll call the exterminator tomorrow
and take care of it.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
It's time for that little thing again.
'A doll like this handling me
without warmth or emotion.
'20 years ago - just 20, man -
'I could have made with the curly-lipped
smile and had her eating outta my asshole.'
Doctor says this cream
ought to do the trick.
Corticosteroids.
Should heal the inflammation. Stop the pus.
'Where did my youth go?
'Why didn't fame
hold off old age and death?
'Why the hell did I leave the fame?
'Do I want it back
and could I have it, and if I could,
'would it make any damn difference? '
Mr Haff!
Huh?
'Lord almighty.'
You old rascal.
I think you'd better
take a cold shower, Mr Haff.
'There had been two presidential
elections since I had a boner like that one.
'What gave here?
Then I realised what gave.
'I was thinking about something
that interested me -
'not my next meal or going to the crapper.
'I'd been given a dose of life again.'
You get in there with me,
I'll take a shower.
You silly thing.
Come on, now.
Why don't you pull on it a little?
You ought to be ashamed.
Whe-he. Whe-he.
It's an ambush.
Under the bridge.
I saw him under the bridge.
It's an ambush! Tonto. My boots, Tonto.
'That's my friend, Kemosabe.
We used to play cards together.
- My boots!
- 'Now he doesn't know who I am.'
Daddy.
Baby?
- Sebastian. Sebastian. It's loose.
- What's loose?
Lt. Listen.
Jesus Christ. What's that?
I thought it was Lyndon Johnson,
but I was wrong.
I've come across new evidence
to suggest another assassin.
Assassin?
He's after another target tonight.
Come on, I want to show you something.
I don't think it's safe to go to sleep.
For Christ's sake. Tell the administrators.
Suits and white starches?
No, thank you!
I trusted them in Dallas and look
where that got my brain and me.
I'm thinking with sand here.
I pick up some waves maybe
from my brain,
but someday, somebody might just
disconnect the battery at the White House.
Oh, yeah. That's something
to worry about, all right.
Listen here. Listen. I know you're Elvis.
There was a rumour,
you know, that you hated me.
But I thought about that.
If you hated me, you could have
finished me off the other night.
All I want from you is that
you look me straight in the eye
and assure me you had nothing at all
to do with that day in Dallas,
and that you did not know
Lee Harvey Oswald or Jack Ruby.
Hey, look, man.
I had nothing to do with Dallas
and I knew neither
Lee Harvey Oswald nor Jack Ruby.
Good. May I call you Elvis
instead of Sebastian?
- You may.
- Excellent.
- You wear glasses to read?
- I wear glasses when I want to see.
Get 'em, but come on.
Come on. Right down the hall.
'The walker was swinging along easier
tonight. Not even like I needed it.
'Damn, this here Jack was a nut.
'Maybe I was nuts too,
but there was an adventure going on.'
It's in here.
In here.
That's it?
We're trying to figure out
who attacked you
and you bring me to look
at stick pictures on the shithouse wall?
Look close.
- It's Egyptian.
- Right.
Hey, you're not as stupid
as some folks made you out.
Thank you.
I copied this down yesterday.
I came in to take a shit because
they hadn't cleaned my bathroom,
saw that on the wall,
took it back to my room,
and looked it up in my books.
This top line translates roughly into,
"Pharaoh gobbles donkey goobers"
and the bottom line,
"Cleopatra does the nasty".
- Say what?
- That's the best I can translate it.
So one of the nuts in here,
present company excluded,
thinks he's Tutankhamen,
writes hieroglyphics on the wall?
What's the connection?
Why are we standing in a toilet?
I don't know what the connection is,
exactly. Not yet.
But that thing caught me asleep last
night and I came awake just in time.
He had me on the floor
and had his mouth over my asshole.
- A shit-eater?
- I don't think so.
He was after my soul.
You can get it out of any major orifice
of a person's body. I read about it.
Where, man? Hustler?
The Everyday Man Or Woman's Book
Of The Soul by David Webb.
They got some pretty good movie reviews
in there about stolen soul movies.
Come on. I'll show you.
Oh!
I think there might be an electrical
problem in the gardener's shed.
The light looks like it's shorting out.
The whole place is falling apart,
but you don't have to think about that.
Miss Biddlestein is waiting on her enema.
All right, all right. I'm coming.
Just let me finish my cigarette first.
God!
There's an ugly son of a bitch.
Damn! Hey, Jack.
It says here that you can bury some dude
and if he gets the right spells said
over him and such bullshit,
he can come back to life
thousands of years later.
But hold on now.
To stay alive, he has to suck
on the souls of the living
and if the souls are small,
his life force doesn't last long.
Small? What does that mean?
Read on. No, never mind.
I'll tell you myseIf.
But first, would you like a Ding Dong?
I don't mean mine.
I mean a chocolate Ding Dong.
Course, mine would be chocolate
now that I have been dyed.
- You got Ding Dongs, man?
- Mm.
- I got Paydays and a box of Baby Ruths.
- Oh, mama.
Which will it be? Let's get decadent.
- I'll take a Baby Ruth.
- Mm.
All right.
Now... small souls...
are those that don't have much fire for life.
You know a place like that?
Man, if souls were fires
they couldn't burn lower than in here.
Exactamundo.
What we have here at Shady Rest
is an Egyptian soul-sucker of some sort.
A mummy hiding out,
coming in here, feeding on the sleeping.
It's perfect, you see?
We're small souls,
so we can't provide that much.
But if that thing comes back
two or three times in a row
and wraps his lips
around some elder's asshole,
that elder is going to die pretty soon,
and who will be the wiser?
Aah!
Asshole!
A mummy can't be getting
too much energy from this -
not like the big souls -
but the prey is easy.
And with new people coming in, he can
keep this up forever, this soul robbery.
That's what they brought us here for -
to get us out of the way until we die -
and those who don't die first from
disease or just plain being old, he gets.
That's all well and good, Jack,
but there's one thing that still throws me.
How does an Ancient Egyptian
wind up in a Texas rest-home
and why is he writing
on the shithouse walls?
Well, he went in to take a crap,
got bored, started writing on the walls.
He probably wrote on pyramid walls
centuries ago.
Come on, man. What would he crap?
He hadn't eat...
Well, he eats souls, so I assume
that he would crap soul residue.
By that, I mean that if you die
from his mouth,
you don't go to the other side
where souls go,
he digests souls
until they don't exist any more.
And you're just
so much toilet water decoration.
Uh-huh. And speaking of toilets,
this is how I figured that whole thing out.
He's like anybody else
when it comes to taking a dump.
He wants a nice clean place
with a flush. He didn't have that in his time.
No, no. Don't go out in the hall.
- It's all right, man. I'm not asleep.
- That don't mean he won't hurt you.
Oh, he, my ass!
There isn't any mummy from Egypt.
Nice knowing you, Elvis.
Asshole. Asshole.
Asshole! Asshole!
Asshole.
Ass...
Aah!
'Kemosabe was dead of a ruptured
heart before he hit the floor.
'Gone down and out
with both guns blazing.
'Soul intact.
'Once again, we got scolded.
'This time, we got quizzed about
what had happened to Kemosabe.
'Neither of us told the truth.
'Who was gonna
believe a couple of nuts?
'Elvis and Jack Kennedy explaining
'that Kemosabe was
gunning for a mummy in cowboy duds?
'Some kind of Bubba Ho-tep?
'So what we did was... we lied.'
- Life sure is fleeting, you know?
- What?
Life, I'm saying it's fleeting.
You know what I mean?
One minute you're here
and the next minute you're gone!
Oh, shit! Come on.
Asshole! Come on, move it. Get it.
- Ow!
- Ah!
Nonchalant. Nonchalant.
- Get it in there.
You are one fucking idiot.
Mr Haff?
Mr Presley.
Mr Presley.
Now, now, Mr Presley.
You are looking much stronger,
but you shouldn't be out here too long.
It's time for your nap and it's also time
for us to do that little... you know.
You fuck off, you patronising bitch!
I'm sick of your shit!
I'll lube my own crankshaft!
Treat me like a baby again, I'll wrap
this goddamn walker round your head!
How in the hell did that mummy do that?
Well, what the hell?
Where did old Bubba Ho-tep go?
Where did he come from?
How the hell did he get here?
Wait a minute.
'I saw him under the bridge.'
Come on, momma.
'It's a cancer.
'They're keeping it from me cos I'm old.
To them, it don't matter.
'They think age will kill me first
and they're probably right. Well, suck them.
'I know what it is
and if it isn't, it might as well be.'
Ugh.
'Station KROP is proud to present
the Elvis Presley Movie Marathon.
'It's 24 hours of Elvis
in the roles he made famous.
'Watch that hound dog
outstrum, outrace, outfight
'and outwit the bad guys.
'And at the same time,
watch the King slay the girls.'
Shitty bitches, man. Every single one.
'Here I was complaining about
loss of pride and how life had treated me,
'and now I realise I never had any pride.
'Much of how life had treated me
had been good
'and the bulk of the bad
was my own damn fault.
'Should have fired Colonel Parker
when I got into pictures.
'Old fart had been a shark and a fool
and I was a bigger fool for following him.
'If only I had treated Priscilla right.
'If I could have told my daughter I loved her.
'Always the questions, never the answers.
'Always the hopes, never the fuIfilments.'
I had the woman who calls herseIf
my niece come get me.
She took me downtown
to the newspaper morgue.
She's been helping me do some research.
- Research on what, man?
- On our mummy.
- You know something about it?
- I know plenty.
Now, one of the lesser mummies,
on loan from the Egyptian government,
was being circulated all over
the United States - museums, stuff like that.
- Like King Tut?
- No. More like King Tut's brother.
His mummy was flown or carried
by the train from state to state.
- When it got to Texas, it was stolen.
- Stolen?
Evidence points to it being stolen
by a couple of guys in a silver bus.
Bus? Hey, I've seen that.
The thieves broke into the museum,
stole it in hopes of a ransom,
when in comes the worst storm
in east Texas history.
Let me guess.
The bus was washed away. I think
I saw it today. It was back in the creek.
The mummy was imprisoned by the debris.
How did it come back to life, man?
How did I end up inside its memories?
Speculation broadens here,
but some mummies get buried
without their names,
a curse on their sarcophagus.
Hey, now. Maybe our boy's one of them.
When he's in the coffin,
he's just a dried-up old corpse.
But when the bus got washed away,
maybe it broke open or something
and now he's free of coffin and curse, man.
He's free from imprisonment,
but he still needs souls.
And now he's free to have them.
He can just keep on feeding
unless he's finally destroyed.
So what do we do, Jack?
Changing rest-homes might be
a good idea. I can't think of much else.
But I will say this.
Our mummy
is a night-time kind of guy,
so I'm gonna go and sleep now.
Set my alarm for just before dark,
then get myseIf a few cups of coffee.
Damn straight!
I don't want him slapping his lips
on my asshole.
Yes. Consider it.
He's got the proverbial
birds' nest on the ground here.
'What do I really have left in life
but this place?
'It ain't much of a home,
'but it's all I got.'
Well, goddamn it.
I'll be damned if I let
some boring graffiti-writing,
soul-sucking son of a bitch
in an oversize cowboy hat and boots
take my friends' souls
and shit 'em down the visitors' toilet!
'In the movies
I always played heroic types,
'but when the stage lights went out,
it was time for drugs and stupidity
'and the coveting of women.
'Now it's time. Time to be a little
of what I'd always fantasised being.
'A hero.'
Hello.
Mr Kennedy? Ask not
what your rest-home can do for you...
ask what you can do
for your rest-home.
Hey, you're copying my best lines.
And let me paraphrase one of my own.
"Let's take care of business."
Just what are you getting at, Elvis?
You know what I'm getting at, Mr President.
We're gonna kill us a mummy.
Two bottles of rubbing alcohol.
Check.
Don't even have to toss 'em. Look here.
Found this in the storage room.
- I thought they kept it locked.
- They do.
- I stole a hairpin and picked the lock, baby.
- Great.
Matches.
Check. I even scrounged up
a cigarette lighter.
Good. Uniform.
Big check on that, baby.
Well...
I got a nice pair of shoes
to go with this.
Check.
- Scissors.
- Check.
Right. Now...
I got my chair oiled and ready to roll.
That's good.
We could use some wheels.
And I picked some words of power
from my book of magic.
I don't know if they'll stop a mummy,
but they ward off evil.
I wrote 'em down. One for each of us.
Well, we use what we got, baby.
All right,
now. At 2:45am we hook up back here.
At the rate we travel,
maybe we ought to start at 2.30.
Mm.
- Say, Jack?
- Mm.
Do we know
what the hell we're doing, man?
No. But they say that fire cleanses evil.
Let's just hope that they,
whoever they are, is right.
Check on that too.
All right, synchronise watches.
And...
Mark.
The two key words for tonight
are "caution" and "flammable".
And also "Watch your ass".
What's that around your neck?
My medicine bag.
Indians used to wear them into battle.
It's got all kinds of lucky stuff.
See here? Mucho mojo.
That's my daughter.
I know.
We weren't there for our kids
when they needed us, were we?
Man, if I could just talk to her again,
tell her I love her.
Try and make things right somehow.
No time for regrets, Elvis.
We were the best fathers
we could be under the circumstances.
Yeah, I guess. No time for regrets.
We got business to take care of.
Look here. Top it up with this.
I stole it from the gardener
when he wasn't looking.
It's gonna be one hell of a barbecue.
Let's do it, amigo.
Jack?
I've just got one last question.
Marilyn.
Oh, come on, man. Marilyn Monroe.
What's she like in the sack?
That is classified information. Top secret.
But, between you and me...
Wow!
You old dog. Watch your back, Jack.
Oh. Time to hop it.
'Shit.
'Bubba Ho-tep comes out that creek bed,
he's gonna be hungry and pissed.
'When I try and stop him, he's gonna jam
this paint can up my ass
'and jam me
and that wheelchair up Jack's ass.'
Oh, shit!
Hey, Jack.
Don't make me fuss up on you, baby.
Aaah!
Damn! Where did he go to?
Hey! You stay put! I'll flush him out.
You be careful, man.
Oh! No, Jack!
Oh!
No! No!
Come and get it,
you undead sack of shit.
Sorry, man.
Mr Kennedy?
The President is soon dead.
So now it's up to you, Elvis.
You got to get him. You...
gotta take care of business.
That's right, man.
TCB.
It's just you and me.
Mr President.
"You nasty thing from beyond the dead...
"No matter what you think or do,
good things will never come to you.
"And if evil is your black design,
"you can bet the goodness of the light ones
"will kick your bad... behind?"
Christ! That's it?
That's the chant against evil
from The Book Of Souls?
And what kind of decoder ring
comes with that, man?
Shit! It don't even rhyme well.
This is dog shit.
It's time for A-C-T-I-O-N.
Here we go. Whoo! Yee-ha!
'I was going out.
'If I did, not only would I be one dead
son of a bitch, but so would my soul.
'I'd just be so much crap.
'No afterlife, no reincarnation,
no angels with harps.
'Whatever lay beyond
would not be known to me.
'It would all end right here
for Elvis Aaron Presley.
'Nothing left but a quick flush.'
TCB, baby.
Your soul-sucking days are over, amigo.
'I felt something inside
grating against something soft.
'I felt like a water balloon
with a hole poked in it.
'I was going down for the last count
and I knew it.'
But I still have my soul.
It's still mine. All mine.
The folks up there in Shady Rest...
they have theirs too.
And they're gonna keep 'em.
Every single one.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.