The Big Bounce

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For a long time I've been walking down life's road with my two pals...

...bad luck and bad choices.

Fortunately, I'm a big believer in new beginnings, new friends...

...and running from my problems.

So one day I decided to head for the Islands.

Aloha. My name is Jack.

Start here. All the way down the line.

Rolling.

Ain't gonna get no work done today with these Menehune huggers blocking the site.

Mr. Ritchie's gonna take care of these assholes, chop-chop.

I've got a hotel to build. I don't care how many Hawaiians got their blood spilled here.

If they so much as scratch Mr. Ritchie's car when he shows, he'll shit.

Yeah, I'll get up there. Now, take it easy on me because I got a bad shoulder here.

-Serve me one up. -What are you doing?

-I'll smack one down Frank's throat. -No.

-I'm gonna hit one. -Put your tool belt on.

Harris, ease up. We're just having some fun.

Yeah, Frank, you get back to work.

Now!

What? Just like that? No more game?

You'll go back to desecrating these people's land, blowing up palm trees?

We can go blow up palm trees later. I just want one pitch.

Come on, I think it's messing with our karma.

-I need the work. -Yeah, you do.

-Come on, Frank, be part of us. -Hey, you shut up, coconut nigger.

Did he just say "coconut nigger"? Harris, Harris, Harris, you can't say coconut nigger.

-Oh, I can't? -Well, not really in this day and age.

-You're fired. -Why?

-Get off the premises. -These aren't your premises. This is--

-Are you joking? -I'm gonna kick your ass.

-Kick my ass? This is a bat. -It's just aluminum.

-Just a wimp. -Threatening me?

No, but I'll hit you because you're really big and crazy...

...and you're scaring me right now. I'm gonna hit you.

That dislocated the jaw.

Walter, let me read you Mr. Harris' statement.

"I found Jack and some others playing ball. I politely asked them to stop...

...as Mr. Ritchie would not be happy with this situation.

I told Jack he was under my supervision when he told me to do an unprintable thing.

So I told him to put the bat down, but he came at me before I could defend myself."

And got fungoed.

-So, what do you think, judge? -Good, quick hands.

He's also got an interesting rap sheet.

Got a couple of breaking and enterings, no convictions.

He's got a bunco rap here. Suspected of conning a police officer out of some money.

-They always wind up here, don't they? -Hawaii is sort of the end of the line.

They never seem to go on to Tokyo.

We ought to put him in jail, let him work on his swing a bit.

Let's just keep an eye on him.

He did manage to shut down Ray Ritchie's construction site for a bit.

Standup guy in my book.

I hope you enjoyed your stay with us.

Just sign that at the bottom. Your company dropped off your paycheck...

...which ought to be a good head start in getting you off the island.

I had a harp, a harmonica.

Neither one.

A Hohner. You didn't see--?

Why would anyone want a prisoner's used harmonica?

Would you like to look back in your cell for 30 more days for it?

No, I wouldn't.

You can pick a new one up at Waialua--

Why don't you buy one in Honolulu, sport. I'll put you on the Pearl Shuttle today.

That's all right. I'll see you.

Better not.

Now what?

You don't work for me anymore, so I don't have to help you out.

Fair enough.

I will tell you something for your own good.

Go back to the mainland.

What, miss the big surf season? Are you crazy? I live for these big waves.

You club a foreman in front of his men, someone will knife you...

...so fast you won't even feel it.

Well, I got a long walk ahead of me. Thanks for the tip, Bob Jr.

I'll be seeing you around.

Jack, Mr. Ritchie got you out because we got a hotel to build.

And it won't get built with all the workers in courtrooms.

The quicker you shut up, the quicker I'm gone. I got a long walk ahead of me.

And then you're out of here?

-I'm gone. -I'll give you a ride to your truck.

Now you're talking. You'd have been a big hit in jail.

-Don't touch me. -Seriously.

Nancy.

Come on, I got a lot to do today.

What do you want me to do when your wife comes back from Honolulu?

You go to the lodge.

What, slip out the back door as she comes in the front? Like this?

I'll be back next Thursday.

If you don't like this, Bob Jr. can drive you past Cane Haul Road, where you came from.

Well, it's nice to know you can't live without me, Ray.

Did I make any promises to you?

We're clear? Do I owe you anything?

Ray Ritchie, always the businessman.

You're a cute kid, Nancy.

If I had to replace you, it'd probably take me most of the day.

Think I don't know you're up to something?

Who are you fooling with?

You, Ray.

Get dressed. You're coming with me. Hurry up, get your skinny ass moving.

Come on, I don't have all day.

-Hey, there he is! -Yeah, he's our brother!

Show them, man.

Give the man a bat.

Brother, you the man.

Yeah.

You missed a spot. Beat it, Frank.

I'm taking The Alison out for a cruise. We'll moor it in Lanikuhonua.

-Then I'm heading to Honolulu. -Excellent.

- Is that him? -Yes, sir.

-He's been arrested before, huh? -A few times.

-What for? -Various scams. B and E, mostly.

What's "B and E"?

Breaking and entering.

That ought to turn you on.

Mr. Ritchie, you want to get rid of me bad enough to give me a lift?

Sure, cowboy.

But not bad enough to drive with you to Honolulu.

Mahalo, anyway.

-Dude, wait till I tell you what I found. -No, pass.

-What do you mean? I didn't say anything. -I'm semi-retired.

-I know what you're gonna say. -No. What you are is out of a job.

This is the place I've been telling you about, and I can't do it without you.

Let me explain it simply. I just did a short visit to jail. That's enough for a while.

-It was a pain in the ass. I'm taking a break. -I've been casing this all summer.

Don't make me waste that work. One quick look, that's all I'm asking.

We're talking about a fat goose.

Hear what I'm saying? You're looking at the new me.

Come on. Come take a look.

-You still owe Harris money? -I don't wanna talk about that.

I'm gonna take one look. Would you do it for me?

-I would do it for you. -Okay.

-Okay. One look. One look. -Beautiful.

-What do you think? -How many we got?

I count 20 cars, but they're all down at the beach.

Okay. You wait here.

-Yes. -Anybody comes, you still wait here.

-Oh, what if, like, the cops come by? -Just watch them roll by. Are you nervous?

-Are you having second thoughts? -I just wanna make sure I'm doing it right.

-Everything's cool. -Who's ever sure if it's cool?

Let me just open--

Bad start here. Getting a little sloppy here.

What are we doing? We're just delivering beer.

No crime in that. Not yet, at least. They haven't outlawed that.

Hello.

You guys order some beer?

Hey.

Hi. Aloha. I'm Wendy with the Haleiwa Party Planners.

-Yeah, we thought you'd never make it. -I know. we're just swamped today. Sorry.

-You're a mermaid. -Yeah, you ordered the Catch of the Day.

Yeah, yeah. We made the right choice.

-Flippers and all. Wow. -Great.

-I'll turn you loose there in the kitchen. -Okay.

Your flippers clean? Just the floors. We had to give a cleaning deposit.

-Okay. -They look all right.

-That little shimmering stuff looks good. -Thanks.

-Give it to me. Give it to me. -Hold it, hold it, get over here.

Give me my cut.

You're gonna be happy with this one.

-What is this? -What's what?

-Dude, this is 200. You said we made six. -Yeah, right.

Yeah, but 200 is your cut. That's the going rate for hiding in the truck.

Come on, I'm 15 in the hole to Harris. I wasn't hiding in the truck.

-I'm not a rich man. -Jack, please.

-Thanks. -Hold it.

Take the wallets and the box...

...go get rid of them behind Kammie's Market, in the dumpsters.

Absolutely. We should do this again soon.

You know, they got a video of you batting Harris?

- Is that right? -Yeah.

How did you happen to see it?

Well, if Harris hadn't dropped the charges, the trial would've been in my court.

I'm the D.J. here.

District judge, among other things.

I'm glad you sat down. Let me ask you, if they dropped the charges...

-...how come they're telling me to leave? -Can't make you leave...

...unless they make something up.

There we are. Thank you.

What's this for?

Chamber of commerce, welcome wagon.

Now, for what it's worth, kid, I think you're better off out from under Ray Ritchie.

-You're not a fan of Ray Ritchie's? -Don't like the way he does things.

See, he's supposed to be in Chapter 11.

Any businessman knows, if you're bankrupt, you can't afford to build that hotel.

Are you a businessman?

I got a little resort spot.

Surf camp.

I guess Ray's big, ugly hotel wouldn't be so great for your business.

No, not at all. It's just the way he treats us locals.

You got a bunch of little cabins over near the beach?

Keiki Vista? Shit.

-I've got 12 bungalows, my man. -Bungalows?

Bungalows. Bedroom, kitchen, bath. The whole works.

You wanna see a pretty girl?

She's practically undressing me with her eyes there.

Do you know that guy she's sitting with?

Bob Jr.? He's Ray Ritchie's flunky. His old man and I play dominoes together.

What's that girl's name?

Nancy-something.

She's Ray's assistant. But that's a euphemism.

Kind of young to be a euphemism, isn't she?