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(eerie music playing)

(eerie music continues)

(slow heartbeat)

? well, since my baby left me ?

? i found a new place to dwell ?

? it's down at the end
of lonely street ?

? at heartbreak hotel ?

? well i've been ?

? i've been so lonely baby ?

? i've been so lonely ?

? i've been so lonely
i could die ?

? although it's always crowded ?

? you still can find some room ?

? for broken-hearted lovers
to cry away the blues ?

? it'll be so lonely, baby ?

? it'll be so lonely ?

? they'll be so lonely
they could die ?

? the bellhop's tears
keep flowing ?

? the desk clerk's
dressed in black ?

? they've been so long
on lonely street ?

? they never, ever look back ?

? they're so,
they'll be so lonely, baby ?

? well, they're so lonely ?

? they'll be so lonely
they could die ?

? now, if your baby leaves you ?

? and you have a tale to tell ?

? well, just take a walk
down lonely street ?

? to heartbreak hotel ?

? well, it'll,
it'll be so lonely, baby ?

? it'll be so lonely ?

? it'll be so lonely,
you could die. ?

(song ends)

(scattered applause)

man:
really nice.

you know, if i don't set foot
in another hotel lounge

till the day i die,
it'll be too soon.

just once, maybe you could
book me into a room

that's got some people
in it or something?

for my birthday.
if i'm good?

no sooner said than done.

pack your bags and say
good-bye to dubuque.

you're headed for vegas.

vegas?

as in las vegas?

your license came through

and i booked you into
a small hotel on the strip.

they went crazy
for your tape.

the manager says you look
enough like elvis

to be his twin brother.

i hope not.

his brother was born dead.

vegas just isn't
my scene, sandra.

it's not caesar's
palace, but it's
a start.

it's a big break
for you.

a big break?

oh, come on, sandra.
vegas killed elvis.

we're talking sodom
in the desert here.

showgirls, slots, and sleaze.

those shows are fine
for wayne newton

but i play rock and roll.

you do elvis
imitations, gary.

they loved elvis
in vegas.

yeah, they did.

they loved him to death,
didn't they?

i look like elvis.

i cannot help that.

but i don't have to make
the same mistakes he did.

the man was the king
of rock and roll.

and what happened to him?

he wound up prancing
around in a white suit

handing out scarves
to middle-aged housewives.

elvis gave me
a scarf once.

elvis andyou?

you never told me that.

i was 18.

he picked me
out of a crowd.

took me up to his hotel room
and talked to me for hours.

kept saying he
wasn't the king.

somebody was after him.

crazy stuff.

he was pretty weird
near the end.

paranoid.

i'll bet this
took place in vegas.

that has nothing
to do with it.

that has everything
to do with it.

ten minutes after i hit
that strip,

they are gonna be
fitting me for a white suit

and asking me
to sing "my way."

not me, baby.

it has got to be
rock and roll music

if you want
to dance with me.

i sweated blood to get
you this chance, gary.

you walk out on it

and you can keep walking.

i don't need this.

and i do?

the music, sandra.

it was great music.

maybe so, but it's
not your music, gary.

face it,

you're not a musician,

you're a nostalgia act.

exit one gary pitkin:
singer, impersonator

and restless subject
of a dead king

named elvis aron presley.

a frustrated young man,
born 25 years too late

who is about to find
his own place to dwell

down at the end
of lonely street

in a neighborhood called
the twilight zone.

("maybelline" playing)

(drunken singing)

("maybelline" playing)

(horn blowing)

(drunken singing)

listen, thanks for stopping.

i was just in an...

elvis?

you look just

like elvis presley.

do i know you, mister?

you all right?

you look all shook up.

i... i was in an accident.

you want a ride or don't you?

i got to get back to memphis.

memphis?

i just...

i guess memphis
is as good a place as any.

are you a musician?

yeah. i'm a...
i'm a singer.

that must be nice.

i sing a little, too.

uh-huh.

that looks

like a de soto!

1954?

hey, this is for real.

you're elvis presley.

you're really
elvis presley!

well, sure.

what a great dream!

hey, wait a minute.

it's day after tomorrow,
isn't it?

that's when you go in
to cut that record

for sam phillips
at sun.

how did you know about that?

i know all kinds of things.

i could help you, elvis.

about time you
got back, presley.

where you been, boy?

i ran that stuff
out to site two

just like you said,
mr. harris.

then i come
straight back.

presley, we've told you
we don't allow

our drivers
to pick up
no hitchhikers.

you got a picture of a nigra

on your
undershirt?

this time we'll let it pass,
being it's family and all.

but no more riders.

i don't care
if he is your brother.

yes, sir.

but he ain't
my brother.

i ain't got no brother.

who are you, mister?

where do
you come from?

i... i don't know.

i think i must
have died or something.

well, you best be going.

i got work to do.

i don't want nothing
to do with you.

you can turn
your back on me, elvis,

but you can't
turn your back

on your destiny!

now you're talking crazy.

i don't have to listen to this
just 'cause you

look a little
like me.

a little?

i lookjustlike you.

i look exactly
like you, don't i?

aw, there's only one person
who could look just like me.

you never said your name.

jesse?

i don't care what you call me,
elvis,

but i am your brother.

you can
believe that.

i'm the best brother
you're ever going to have.

no, no. jesse died.

he died when
i was born.

my mama told me.

i used to go
to his grave
and talk to him.

elvis, you believe
in miracles.

flying saucers.

ghosts.

you believe
in that stuff.

why?

why did you come back?

to help you.

you are going to be bigger
than you can imagine.

a king.

there are going
to be tours

and gold records

andthe ed sullivan show.

the ed sullivan show?

yeah.

listen to me, elvis.

it ain't going
to all be good.

there'll be some people
who just want to use you.

there'll be drugs

and scandals

and liars and cheats,

but it doesn't have

to happen that way.

you got to come home
with me, jesse,

and see mama-- talk to her.

and... and daddy.

they'd be just
crazy to see
you, jesse.

i... i... i... i can't.

elvis, they
wouldn't understand.

and you can't tell them.

why?

why can't i tell mama?

she'd be so happy.

because i didn't
come back for mama.

i came back
on account of you.

on account
of your music.

maybe i should just go.

i... i thought that...

i don't want
to hurt anybody.

you can't just go and leave me,
jesse.

not again. i need you.

you don't understand, elvis.

don't go, jesse.

tomorrow's
the fourth.

this place is closed on account
of the holiday. i got a key.

meet me here.

help me practice the song
i'll sing for mr. phillips.

sing with you?

yeah. i'd like that.

you and me
together, jesse.

that's how it
was meant to be.

as big as dean martin?

you could
say that. yeah.

i always dreamed
of someday being

like dean martin, you know?

making
all that money.

plenty of money.

you are going
to make more money

than you can
possibly spend.

your music, elvis...

your music is going
to change everything.

well, i'd like to make enough
to get mama a few nice things.

we... we never had much.

i'd like to take care of her.

going to get
myself a car, too.

a brand-new one.

you are going to hand out cars

like other people
hand out sticks of gum.

you're going to be the king
of rock 'n' roll.

rock and what?

never mind. never mind.

i want to hear you play.

oh...

(strums chord)

? i love you because
you understand, dear... ?

no.

no, no, no.
no, no, no.

just forget that stuff.

that's not going
to do it for you. trust me.

that stuff's going
to sit there

like an old dog
on a summer day.

you got to grab them.

make them sit
up and move.

wait. i'll show you.

yoo-hoo!

? well, that's all right, mama ?

? that's all right with you ?

? that's all right, mama ?

? just any way you do ?

? but that's all right ?

? that's all right ?

? that's all right now, mama ?

? any way you do ?

? well, mama, she... ?

no, jesse, cut
that out. stop it.

what's wrong?

i can't sing that song.

that's rock 'n' roll.

"that's all right, mama"--
the big boy cruddup tune.

you cut it tomorrow.

that's your first
big hit, elvis.

it sounds trashy to me.

what will mama think if
she sees me dancing like that?

it don't hardly
seem decent, jesse.

it's not supposed to be decent.

it's rock 'n' roll,
you dumb son of a bitch.

nobody talks about my mama
like that.

say anything about me,

but nobody calls
my mama that name.

whoa. i didn't call
your mama a name.

i called you one.

i heard you.

trash about my mama.

that's all i've heard
from you-- trash and lies.

you don't know
what you're saying.

you need me to keep...

why? why do i need you?
i don't need you.

i'm going
to be a big singing star.

you said so yourself.

i don't need you
or your trashy music.

you said you were my brother,
but that was just a lie.

you ain't my brother,
and you ain't no friend of mine.

no, elvis, listen to me.

you got to
listen to me.

you have to go in
tomorrow prepared-- ready.

if you can't show
those boys you can do

"that's all
right, mama,"

there won't be
any fame or money.

there may not even
be any rock 'n' roll.

we are talking
about music

that is going to
effect millions
of people, elvis.

we can't let them down.

you. you can't let them down.

now i know who you are.

you're a devil, ain't you?

you said you were dead,

and you just come back
to tempt me.

i listen to you and
i'll be a big success.

i'll have girls,
money, new cars,

but i got
to listen to you.

i got to play
music your way.

it's some kind of devil's music,
ain't it?

elvis, rock 'n' roll is freedom.

it's joy. it's being young.

stay away from me, you.

you just stay away from me.

it's your music.

why can't you hear it?

i'm leaving.

if you walk out,

you'll throw it
all away.

you'll be nothing. nothing.

a nobody.

a damn truck driver...

stop it, elvis!

i didn't mean anything.

stop it!

(groans)

elvis?

elvis?

get up.

get up, damn it.

oh, no.

oh, no, no, man, no.
you can't be dead.

you can't be dead.

who's going to be the king?

who'll play the music?

oh, god, elvis...

i'd make it up to you
if i knew how.

wait.

i'd do everything
just the way you did.

i'd make your mama proud.

i'll get her a car.

a big one.

a caddy, just like you wanted.

hold on a second.

elvis, i was getting
worried about you.

they're already
in the studio.

uh... yeah, good.

nervous?

yes, ma'am.

a little.

are we back to "ma'am"?

last week, it was "miss casker."

uh... uh... yeah.

i'm sorry.

miss casker.

i remember now.

i guess i am
a little nervous.

well, there he is.

all right, kid,

this is your session.

(guitar chords)

you ever heard this?

? well, that's all right, mama ?

? that's all right with you ?

? that's all right, mama ?

? just any way you do ?

? that's all right ?

? that's all right ?

? that's all right now, mama ?

? any way you do ?

hey, elvis.

what are you doing?

i don't know.

i'm sorry, mr. phillips.

we were just having some fun.

i don't know what it is
you're doing either.

but, whatever it is,
keep doing it.

(guitar intro)

? well, that's all right, mama ?

? that's all right for you ?

? that's all right, mama ?

? just any way you do ?

? but that's all right ?

? that's all right ?

? that's all right now, mama ?

? any way you do ?

? well, mama she done told me ?

? papa done told me too ?

? son, that gal
you're fooling with ?

? she ain't no good for you ?

? that's all right ?

? that's all right ?

? that's all right now, mama ?

? any way you do... ?

his mama knew, i think.

i was good, but not that good.

she knew her boy was dead.

maybe that's part
of what killed her.

after she was gone,
it was a lot easier.

the rest of them
believed it all.

maybe they wanted to believe.

maybe they needed to believe.

sometimes i wake up,
i believe it myself.

i've been him
longer than i was me.

sometimes i wonder if it would
have come out differently

if i hadn't stolen his life.

what if he'd lived
to do it his way?

maybe he would have been
a better king than me.

maybe there would have been
no king at all.

i get headaches
thinking about it.

i get these terrible dreams.

he won't leave me alone.

i talk to him all the time.

he says i still owe him.

it won't be much longer now.

it's been a long show.

? but now the end is near... ?

at least i had the music.

nobody can ever take that away
from me.

i tried to do it all the way
i remember.

the way he would have liked it--
to make it up to him.

i did the movies--
he would have liked that.

he would have liked
vegas, too. the ballads.

it's never enough, is it?
it's never enough.

i have to live it all.

you're just tired, elvis.

don't worry.
no one will ever
take your place.

you're the king.

you're the only king.

yeah, sometimes,
i think so, too.

is there anything
i can do for you?

you look so sad.

no, baby, you
just be yourself.

that's all i could
ever ask from you.

(knocking)

you have to be you.

i got to get ready now, baby.

but i got something for you.

for me?

oh...

elvis.

i'll never forget this.

i got to tell
my girlfriends.

they'll just die.

i love you, elvis.

a round of hollow applause
for gary pitkin,

who tried to pay a blood debt

in sequins and "b" movies,

and discovered, to his sorrow,
that sometimes

you're called back for one
encore too many

in the twilight zone.

? are you lonesome tonight? ?

? do you miss me tonight? ?

? are you sorry
we drifted apart? ?

? does your memory stray ?

? to a bright summer day ?

? when i kissed you ?

? and called you sweetheart? ?

(theme music playing)

urgh!

adam.

you're early.

that rolex keeps slipping
off my paw.

margaret,
walk me to my car?

sure.

it's hard sometimes,
isn't it, hon?

i used to be able
to... to picture it.

holding hands
with someone.

sitting close to him
in a movie.

even making...

i can't
picture it anymore.

i can't even hold
the image in my mind

longer than
a second or two.

give it time.

i don't know
what else to say.

nothing to say, really.

give you a lift
to the bus stop.

nah. no, thanks.

i'm just going
to walk for a while.

see you tomorrow.

(television audio)

it's after 10:00.

where you been?

i went for a walk
on the beach, mama.

how many times
i have to tell you?

it's not respectable.

young girl walking on the beach
all alone, by herself.

i'm not that
young, mama.

i know.

a girl your age
should be married.

it's not respectable,
living at home.

a girl your age.

we can't all be
as respectable as you, mama.

tv announcer:
i'm hank charles

with a special beach edition
ofi love l.a.

summer's here.
where to go and what to do?

we've got the answers.

so suit up, wet down,
and stay tuned

asi love l.a.
goes to the beach.

hey, look!

get some tape here.

what's going on?

what is it?

it's coming
this way!

are you all right?

can you speak?

it spoke to me.

it spoke to me.

what did it say?

it spoke to me.

i told you,
i'm fine.

you can't
keep me here.

if i don't
want to stay.

the doctors say
it didn't hurt me,

and i've been telling
you that all day.

now, the doctors
say so, too,

so there's no reason
to keep me here.

why don't you
just let me go home?

listen to me.

you're upset.

you have every right to be.

it's all right to be upset.

you've been through
a very traumatic experience.

you don't know what
i've been through.

you just don't know.

you all think
it's some new weapon

or some alien technology,

but it wasn't
any of those things.

you're right.

i don't know.

so how about you tell me?

how do you know the message
was meant for you?

the message was for me.

the saucer searched
for the right person to tell,

and it chose me.

how?

explain it to me.

i don't have to explain
anything to you.

i haven't broken any laws.

you can't
keep me here

if i don't want to stay.

i'm not sick.
i'm not hurt.

i didn't even have
to tell you my name.

reporter:
here she comes.

there she is!

tell us about
the flying saucer.

what did they say?

leave me alone!

did it really
speak to you?

there's no invasion.

it was a private message.

what did
they say to you?

we'll give you
$10,000 cash...

speculation continues to mount

regarding the mysterious
spacecraft--

or saucer, as it is being
popularly called--

confiscated in los angeles
three days ago.

when cut open for lab tests,

the vessel was revealed
to be empty,

no mechanisms whatever
to account for its flight.

theories range from some sort
of plasma propulsion

which, once exhausted,
simply evaporated,

to speculation the entire
incident was merely a hoax--

though that fails to account

for the mysterious alloy
of the saucer's hull.

engineers at the jet propulsion
laboratory in pasadena

think there might
be another answer.

we'll have that for you

when thechannel 6 news
continues.

you know what
they're saying?

they're saying
you're a traitor--

a spy-- 'cause
you won't tell.

the neighbors
think we got
little green men

hiding in
the bathroom.

it was
a private message.

there's nothing
to be afraid of.

it's bad enough no
man will take you,

you got to
get yourself
in the papers.

you got to shame
your mother!

what you really mean
is it's not respectable.

you get out.

take your things
and get the hell out of here!

i'm putting my maiden name
back on the mailbox

so nobody will know
we're related.

get out!

i'd like a room,
please.

single?

that's fine.

i'll need a $40 deposit.

sign here.

hey, aren't you
the woman i saw...?

no, i'm not.

i'm not anybody.

he spoke to you,
didn't he?

please...

leave me alone.

jesus came down
and spoke to you, didn't he?

stop!

can't you just let me be?

look at my son.

he heard jesus speak.

please, this isn't fair.

jesus speaks to him
all the time.

please heal him.

please, stop!

please! please!

there's nothing
i can do.

it wasn't jesus.

please, it's god's will that
you are here and we are here.

you must help him!

please!

god will never
forgive you!

he's only a child.

please heal him!

can i get you anything else?

no, thank you.
it was delicious though.

would you be interested

in having dinner
with me tonight?

i'd like that.

great.

7:00 okay?

that will be fine.

margaret, where do you live?

see you at 7:00.

thank you.

(laughing)

something funny?

i used to dream
about doing this.

holding the wine glass
with both hands

and peeping over the rim
at some man.

it sounds silly.

no, not to me.

you've been through
a lot lately, haven't you,

with the newspapers and tv?

they just won't leave me alone.

they want to know what it said.

even before all this,

i used to notice you
when i came into the cafe.

you did?

yeah, i did.

so, what did it say?

it was private.

you can tell me.

please don't ask me that again.

i'm not going to take it
to the papers.

it might be good
to get it off your chest.

excuse me,
i'm not feeling very well.

margaret, wait.

hold on, margaret.

what's the harm?

damn you!

damn you all!

i hate you!

no, wait!

please!

please!

let me go!

i got you.

no!

let go!

you saved me.

are you okay?

you know who i am,
don't you?

you want to know
what the saucer said.

i already know that.

"there is, in
certain living souls,

"a loneliness
unspeakable--

"so great
it must be shared

"as company is shared
by lesser beings.

"such a loneliness
is mine.

"and know by this

"that, in immensity,

there's one
lonelier than you."

it's addressed
"to the loneliest one."

how did you know?

it's what you put
in the bottles.

it was the only
thing in my life
i could call my own.

the only thing
i could give to anybody.

i just couldn't
take it anymore.

i'd throw a bottle
into the sea

and out went a part
of my own loneliness.

i found it.

it made a difference.

it really did.

when i read it, i knew somehow

this was connected
to the saucer.

and when i read the words,
it was like a song.

i'm not explaining this right.

no, it's fine.

people thought the saucer
was a ship or a weapon,

but it wasn't.

it was a bottle
with a message inside.

only it had a bigger
ocean to cross--

all of space--

and without much chance
of anybody finding it.

but still, someone
sent it out.

something i don't understand...

i'm not the most
good-looking guy,

but you...

you're beautiful.

those words were my words.

they're what i wrote.

but that's not what
the saucer said--

exactly.

this is.

give me your hands.

message found in a bottle,

sender unknown,

still alive or long dead?

the last of his species

or a traveler marooned
on alien shores?

perhaps, in the end,
all that matters is this:

that even to loneliness
there is an end.

and for those who are
lonely enough long enough,

a message cast adrift
on the darkest beaches

of the twilight zone.

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