Sun

The Colonel :

One night, I happened 

to see to him -- 

apart.... Lost.

A Showman is only as Good...

as his attraction --

It was ALL or 

NOTHING --

(He traps Elvis inside a Labyrinth of Mirrors, after first having moved around The Walls to cut him off and separate him from His Friends)

The Colonel :

Lost, My Boy?

The Roar of The Crowd;

The Life on The Road --

Coming home to your loved ones, 

pretending that nothing 

has changed --when 

everything has.

Yeah -- Lost.

I saw you -- apart from 

all the others.... Burdened.

Like you don't know 

how to get out of this....

But I Do -- Allow Me 

to Show You : 

(A Carny Stage-Hand cranks a lever for The Colonel — He opens The Back Door, exits The Labyrinth of Mirrors and walks behind The Walls)

Creatures of The Carnival -- 

and I am one myself.

Where I learned The Art 

of The Snow-Job.

Elvis :

Snow-Job?

The Colonel :

Yes! Like The Trick you do 

with The Wiggling -- 

geting all the girls het-up, 

empty their wallets and 

leave them with nothing 

but the smiles on their faces?

Elvis :

I'm no Trickster.

The Colonel :

OH Yes, you are..! 

All Showmen, Mr. Presley...

Your Future, Mr. Presley -- 

Blazing before you :

Recording contracts, 

Television, even 

HOLLYWOOD...