All language subtitles for Bubba.Ho-Tep.2002.2160p.UHD.BluRay.x265.10bit.HDR.DTS-HD.MA.5.1-B0MBARDiERS

I was dreamin'

Dreamin' my dick was out
and I was checking to see

if that infected bump on the head
of it had filled with pus again

If it had. I was gonna name
that bump after my ex-wife Priscilla

and bust it by jackin' off

Oh, man.

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 dreamin' I'm awake?

How could my plans have gone so wrong?

When the hell are they gonna serve lunch?

Considerin' 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?

We, goddamnit

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

And what is that growth. Man?

Cancer? Nobody's talkin'

No one seems to know
or wants to

Makes you wonder, doesn't it,
what kind of life this old guy had?

What kind of life he had, you know.
His kids, his grandkids, his legacy.

Look at him now.

Oh, who gives a shit?

Well...

Make you comfortable.

No.

I'm gonna squish you, cockroach!

Help me.

You know, I was thinkin'...

What? You gonna get
all weepy on me again?

No. I was merely gonna suggest that you
use some of this here deodorizer

and spray it on that corpse
because she's smellin' pretty ripe.

Good idea.

Excuse me, miss?

You gonna throw all that stuff out?

Yeah.

Could I have one
of them pictures of Bull?

Maybe his... his Purple Heart?

I mean,
he was pretty proud of that.

And maybe that... that tin
of chocolates there?

I suppose.

The revealin' of her panties
wasn't intentional or unintentional

She just didn't give a damn

She saw me as so physically
and sexually non-threatenin'.

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 sneakin' a peek

I felt my pecker flutter once
like a pigeon havin' a heart attack

then it laid back down
and remained limp and still

'Course. These days. Even a flutter
was kind of reassurin'

- Here.
- Thank you.

Say...

Bull your kin?

My daddy

Never seen you here before.

I've only been here once before.
When I checked him in.

That's three years ago, wasn't it?

You and him friends?

No, we just roommates. I mean,
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... you're Callie, right?

Yeah.

Well... he was all right.

But not enough so you'd
come and see him, though.

Don't lay some guilt trip on me, mister.
I did what I could.

I mean, if it hadn't been for Medicaid
or Medicare... whatever that stuff was...

he'd have been
in some ditch somewhere.

And 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've come and seen him.
They don't charge you for that.

Mind your own business.

I was busy.

Well, well, well.
If it isn't my favorite patient.

How are you this morning, Mr. Haff?

I'm all right.

But I prefer Mr. Presley or Elvis.
I keep tellin' you that.

I don't go by
Sebastian Haff anymore, okay?

I'm not tryin' to hide anymore.

Well, of course I knew that.
I forgot.

Good morning, Elvis.

Did you know we have
a celebrity here, Miss Thomas?

Elvis Presley. You know,
the rock and roll singer.

I thought he was dead.

Well, actually, Elvis is dead.
Mr. Haff knows that. Don't you, Mr. Haff?

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 sometimes.

You were an
Elvis impersonator, remember?

You fell off the stage
and broke your hip... when was it?

Twenty years ago.

It got infected and you were
in a coma for quite a while.

You came out with a few...
problems.

Look, I was just impersonatin' myself.
I couldn't do nothin' else.

I don't have any problems.

You're tryin' to say
my brain's messed up, aren't you?

Why would you
wanna be somebody else?

I got tired of it.

I was hooked on pills, you know.

I wanted out.

And this boy Sebastian Haff...
he was an Elvis imitator.

He was the best of 'em.
He took my place.

Problem is, he had a bad heart.

He liked drugs, too.
Liked them more than I did.

So it was him that died, not me.
I just took his place.

But why would you want
to leave all that fame. Mr. Presley?

All that money?

I don't know
'Cause they got old

The woman I loved... Priscilla...
she was gone

The rest of the women
were just women

I mean. The music
wasn't mine anymore

I wasn't even me anymore
Just this thing they made up

And my friends

We, they were suckin' 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.

- Sorry, man.
- King, 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 myself a new life

A better one

But 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 barbeque accident

But that wasn't so bad. Either

I was makin' new friends
and enjoyin' myself

Cheers!

Oh, my God.
Did you see that thing?

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 or Salvation Army.

Very well. And I'm sorry about
your father. He was a nice man.

Yeah.

It was 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!

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 D.C.
In that goddamn jar.

I got a little bag of sand
up there now.

Jack... no offense, but...

President Kennedy was a white man.

That's how clever they are!

They dyed me this color.
All over!

Can you think of a better way
to hide the truth than that?

I was livin' simple

The way Haff had been

Going from town to town
doin' the Elvis act

Only. I felt like I
was really me again

Can you dig that?

We're diggin' it, Mr. Haff...
Mr. Presley.

Women were
throwin' themselves at me

'cause they could imagine I was Elvis

Only. I was Elvis playing
Sebastian Haff playing Elvis

It was all pretty good

I didn't mind the contract
being burned up

Didn't even try to go back
and convince anybody

Then I had the accident

I was gyratin'. See. Takin' care business.
And then my hip went out

I'd been havin' trouble with it

Damn. It's cold in here tonight.

No way. That's it.
This time, I make it.

No more piss or crap
in the bed.

Shake it out...

There we go.

Man... that is one
big bitch cockroach.

All right, man. Let's go.

Damn.

Hot damn!

Got you, you six-legged bastard.

Even a big bitch cockroach
like you should know...

Never... but never fuck with the King.

Hey! Is anybody out here?

I think we got some major
bug problems in this place, man!

Oh, man...

Hey, Jack?

Hey, man, you okay?

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 himself.

Real ugly.
Real goddamn ugly!

Look, man,
President Johnson's dead.

Shit. That ain't gonna stop him.

Get his feet.

So, you say you heard a... a noise?

Well, a sound's a sound, you know?
I mean, 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
'cause 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?

Look, do I look like
an ichthyologist to you?

Big damn bugs, all right?

The size of my fist. The size
of a peanut butter and banana sandwich.

What do I care?
I got a growth on my pecker.

Okay, Mr. Haff.
Don't worry about a thing.

We'll call the exterminator tomorrow
and we'll take care of the problem.

Good. Thank you.
Thank you very much.

It's time for that little thing again.

A doll like this handlin' me
without warmth or emotion

Twenty years ago
Just twenty. Man

I could've made with the curly-lip smile
and had here eatin' out of my asshole

Doctor says this cream
ought to do the trick.

Corticosteroids.

Should heal the inflammation,
stop the pus.

Where'd my youth go?

Why didn't fame
hold off old age and death?

Why the hell did I leave
the fame in the first place?

Do I want it back?
Could I have it back?

And if I could
would it make any damn difference?

Mr. Haff!

Lord almighty

You old rascal.

I think you better take
a cold shower, Mr. Haff.

There'd been two presidential elections
since I had a boner like that one

What gave here?

Then I realized what gave

I was thinkin' about something
that interested me

Not my next meal or goin' to the crapper

I'd been given a dose of life again

You get in there with me,
I'll take that shower.

You silly thing.

Come on, now.
Why don't you pull on it a little?

You ought to be ashamed.

Where at? Where at?

I haven't seen my kids.

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 even 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 wanna show you something.

I don't think it's safe
if you go back to sleeping.

For chrissake, man.
Just tell the administrators.

Suits and white starches?
No, thank you!

I trusted them when I was back in Dallas,
and look where they got my brain and me.

I'm thinkin' with sand here.

I mean, I pick up some waves,
maybe, from my brain,

but someday, who knows?

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 rumor, you know,
that you hated me.

But I thought about that.

If you hated me, you could've
finished me off the other night.

What 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.

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?

Well, I wear glasses
when I really want to see.

Get them. Come on.

Come on.
Right down the hall.

The walker was
swingin' along easier now

Not even like I needed it

Damn. This here Jack was a nut

Maybe I was nuts. Too

but there was
an adventure goin' on

It's in here.

In here.

That's it?

We're investigating a scuttling in the hall,
trying to figure out who attacked you,

and you bring me here to look
at stick pictures on the shit house wall?

Look close.

It's Egyptian.

Right-a-reen-o.

Hey, you're not as stupid
as some folks made you out.

- Thank you.
- Now, I copied this down yesterday.

I came in here to take a shit because
they hadn't cleaned up my bathroom.

Saw that on the wall,
took it back to my room,

looked it up in my books,
and I wrote it all down.

Now, this top line
translates roughly into,

"Pharaoh gobbles donkey goobers."

And the bottom line,
"Cleopatra does the nasty."

Say what?

Well, pretty much.
That's the best I can translate it.

All right, so, one of the nuts in here...
present company excluded...

thinks he's Tutankhamen,
comes in here, writes hieroglyphics.

Big deal! What's the connection?
Why are we standin' here in the toilet?

Well, 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.

I had his mouth over my asshole.

A shit-eater?

I don't think so.

He was after my soul.

Now, you can get that out of any
major orifice of a person's body.

I read about it.

Yeah? Where, man? Hustler?

The Everyday Man Or Woman's
Book of the Soul by David Webb.

And they got pretty good
movie reviews in there

about stolen soul movies
in the back.

Come on. I'll show you.

I think that there might be some sort
of electrical problem in the gardener's shed.

That light...
looks like it's shortin' out.

This whole damn place is fallin' apart.

But you don't have to think about that.

Mrs. Biddlestein is waitin'
on her enema.

All right. All right. I'm comin'.

Just let me finish my cigarette, first.

God.

Here's an ugly son of a bitch.

Damn! Hey, Jack.

What it says here
is that you can bury some dude,

and if he gets the right tanna leaves
and spells said over him and such bullshit,

that he can come back to life
thousands of years later, man.

But hold on, now.

To stay alive, he has to suck
on the souls of the livin',

and that if the souls are small,
his life force doesn't last long.

Small.
What's that mean?

Read on.
No, never mind.

I'll tell you myself.

But first,
would you like a Ding Dong?

I don't mean mine.

I mean a chocolate Ding Dong.

Of course, mine would be chocolate
now that I have been dyed.

You got Ding Dongs, man?

I got Paydays
and I got a box of Baby Ruths.

Oh, mama!

Which will it be?
Let's get decadent.

I'll take a Baby Ruth.

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 much lower than in here.

Exactamundo.

What we have here at Shady Rest
is an Egyptian soul sucker of some sort.

You know, 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 him 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 would be the wiser?

Asshole.

A mummy can't be getting
too much energy from all this...

not like with big souls...
but the prey is easy.

With new people comin' all the time, he can
keep this up forever... this soul robbin'.

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.

Look, that's all well and good, Jack,
but there's one thing that still throws me.

How does an ancient Egyptian
wind up in an East Texas rest home,

and why is he writin'
on the shit house walls, man?

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. What would he crap?
It's not like he'd eat.

Well, he eats souls.

So, I assume
that he would crap soul residue.

By that, I would mean
that if you die from his mouth,

you don't go to the other side
where the souls go.

He digests souls
until they don't exist anymore.

And you're just so much
toilet water decoration.

And speaking of toilets...

This is how I figured
that whole thing out.

He's just like anybody else
when it comes to taking a dump.

He wants a nice,
clean place with a flush.

They didn't have that in his time.

No, no.
Don't go out in the hall.

- That's all right. I'm not asleep.
- That don't mean he won't hurt you.

"He" my ass. There isn't
any mummy from Egypt.

Nice knowin' you, Elvis.

Asshole.

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.

But neither of us told the truth

I mean. Who was gonna believe
a couple of nuts?

Elvis and Jack Kennedy explaining

that Kemosabe was gunning
fora mummy in cowboy duds?

Some kind of Bubba Ho-Tep?

So. What we did was

we lied

Life sure is fleetin', you know?

- What?
- Life. I'm saying it's fleetin'.

One minute you're here,
and the next minute you're gone...

Shit! Shit! Come on!

Come on. Move it!
Come on. Get it!

Nonchalant. Nonchalant.

Nonchalant.

Get it in there.

You are one fuckin' idiot.

Mr. Haff?

Mr. Presley?

Now, how, 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 patronizing bitch!

I'm sick of your shit! I'll lube
my own crankshaft from now on.

You treat me like a baby again,

I'll wrap this goddamn walker
right around 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.

Under the bridge
I saw him under the bridge

Come on, mama.

It's a cancer

They're keepin' it from me 'cause I'm old.
And to them. It don't matter

They think age will kill me first.
And they're probably right

We, suck them

I know what it is And if it isn't

it might as well be

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Watch that two-fisted Hound Dog
out-strum. Outrace.

Out-fight. And outwit the bad guys

And at the same time.
Watch the King slay the girls

Shitty pictures, man.

Every single one.

Here I was complainin' about
loss of pride and how life had treated me.

And now I realized
I never had any pride

And much of how life
had treated me had been good

The bulk of the bad
was my own damn fault

Should've fired Colonel Parker
by the time I got in the pictures

Old fart had been a shark and a fool.

And I was an even bigger fool
for following him

If only I'd treated Priscilla right

If I could've told
my daughter I loved her

Always the questions
Never the answers

Always the hopes
never the fulfillments

I had the woman who calls herself
my niece come get me.

She took me downtown this morning
to the newspaper morgue.

She's been helping me
to do some research.

- Research on what, man?
- On our mummy.

You know somethin' about him?

I know plenty.

Now, one of the lesser mummies,

on loan from the Egyptian government,

was being circulated
all over the United States.

You know, museums,
stuff like that.

What do you mean?
Like King Tut or whatever?

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 at night
by a couple of guys in a silver bus.

Bus? Hey, I've seen that!

Anyway, 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, see?

'Cause I think I saw it today.
It was way back in the creek.

The mummy was imprisoned
by the debris.

Look here...
how'd it come back to life?

And how did I end up
inside its memories?

Speculation broadens here,
but from what I've read,

some mummies get buried
without their names...

a curse put on their sarcophagus.

Hey, now, maybe our boy's
one of them.

I mean, when he's in the coffin,
he's just a dried-up old corpse,

but when the bus got washed away,
maybe it overturned or broke open,

and now he's free of coffin and curse.

He's free from imprisonment,
but he still needs souls.

Now he's free to have them.

He can just keep on feedin'
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 nighttime kind of guy.

So, I'm gonna go and sleep now.

I'll set my alarm
for just before dark,

then I can get myself
a couple of cups of coffee.

Damn straight.

If he comes in here tonight, I don't
want him slappin' his lips on my asshole.

Yes. Consider it.

He's got the proverbial
bird's 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, goddamnit.

I'll be damned if I let some foreign,
graffiti-writin', soul-suckin',

son of a bitch in an oversized
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
had always fantasized bein'...

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.

Then let me paraphrase
one of my own.

Let's take care of business.

Just what are you
getting at, Elvis?

I think you know
what I'm gettin' 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. 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.

All right.

Now, I got my chair
oiled and ready to roll.

That's good, man.
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're supposed
to ward off evil.

I wrote them down.
One for each of us.

Well, we'll use what we got, baby.

All right, 2:45 a.m.,
we hook up right back here.

No, at the rate we travel,
maybe we ought to start at 2:30.

Say, Jack?

Do we know
what the hell we're doin', 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, synchronize watches.

And... mark.

Now, the two key words for tonight
are "caution" and "flammable."

And also...
"watch your ass."

What's that you got
hanging around your neck?

That's my medicine bag.

Indians used to wear 'em into battle.

Full of 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 off with this.

I stole it from the gardener
when he wasn't lookin'.

It's gonna be
one hell of a barbeque.

Let's do it, amigo.

Hey, Jack?

I just got one last question.

Marilyn.

Come on, man.
Marilyn Monroe?

What was she like in the sack?

That is classified information.
Top secret!

But between you and me...

Wow!

You old dog.
Watch your back, Jack.

Gotta hump it.

Shit when Bubba Ho-Tep
comes out of that creek bed.

He's gonna come out 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

Shit.

Hey, Jack.

Don't make me use
my stuff on you, baby.

Damn!
Where did he go to?

Hey! You stay put!

I'll flush him out!

You be careful, man.

No, Jack!

Oh, man.

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... got to...

take care of business.

That's right, man.

T.C.B...

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"?

For chrissake...

That's it?

That's the chant against evil
from the Book Of Souls?

Yeah, right, boss.

And what kind of decoder ring
comes with that, man?

Shit, it doesn't even rhyme well!

This is dog shit.

It's time for A-C-T-I-O-N.

Come on, baby.
Here we go.

I was goin' out

And if I did. Not only would I be
one dead son of a bitch.

But so would my soul

I'd be just 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

Nothin' left but a quick flush

T.C.B., baby.

Your soul-suckin' days are over, amigo.

I felt somethin' inside
gratin' against somethin' soft

I felt like a water balloon
with a hole poked in it

I was goin' down for the last count

And I knew it

But I still have my soul.

It's still mine.

All mine.

And the folks up there at Shady Rest...

they have theirs, too.

And they're gonna keep 'em.

Every single one.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.