The Big Bounce Page #3

-Too shy.

-Too shy?

I met Ray and figured him

for an easy mark and....

And I sort of liked him when I found out

he cheats on his taxes.

The arrangement works out fine.

And you?

You're not gonna believe it,

you told my story.

Too shy to strip, so I was a hostess too.

You hit me!

Is that allowed?

-"I've never hit a girl before."

-Come on, let's work on our clinches.

Let's go steal a car.

You happy now? We did it. Stole a car.

-Easy.

-What do we do?

-Sh*t.

-Be cool.

-We're in a stolen car.

-True, but they don't know that.

-Hopefully.

-Hey, boys!

Nancy?

Nancy?

Nancy?

Okay, a little cat-and-mouse.

Well, I'll play the game.

-Nancy!

-Don't look. I'm taking my clothes off.

I get shy at the weirdest times.

It's my party dress.

Mine too.

So is this Mr. Ritchie's boat,

The Alison?

-Who's Alison?

-Take a wild guess.

Mrs. R. God, he must really love her

to name such a great boat after her.

Come here. Come sit down next to me.

So let's have it.

-Have what?

-Just ask me.

So ask me what you want to ask me.

Okay. Have you ever stolen any money?

I'll grab something if it's lying around.

What's the most you ever got?

-Couple hundred bucks.

-Okay.

What if I told you

there was 200,000 lying around?

-Would you have the nerve to take it?

-We talking about Ray Ritchie's money?

-Wouldn't that make it a little more fun?

-Where would this 200,000 be lying around?

In his hunting lodge,

up in the Waialua Hills.

-What's he got the money for?

-For the local gangsters.

He wants to make sure there are no more

protesters at the construction site.

-You following?

-Yeah, I follow you.

-How do you know all this?

-Bob Jr. told me.

-And the money just sits there?

-Bob Jr. will be with it.

We'll find a way to grab it.

Two hundred grand's a lot different

from a TV set.

Yeah, it's way lighter.

I'll take a look at the lodge.

Let's have a drink.

You gotta admit this is a great boat.

I mean, even if it is called The Alison.

Wait till you see the one

they name after me.

And I guess now we call it a night.

That was fun. I had a good time.

-Me too.

-Yeah.

-I'll be seeing you.

-Wait, Nancy.

I mean, you wanna have a nightcap?

-We could break into a house or something.

-Okay, yeah.

If you're sure the house is empty,

why are we whispering?

Professional courtesy.

-What's that?

-I don't know, a shrunken head?

God.

Get a room.

And a rubber!

-Oh, hey, Jack. How are you?

-Frank, what--?

-How'd you know I was here?

-The guy outside said this was yours.

-Did he tell you to make yourself at home?

-No, I tried the door and it was open.

-I'm sorry.

-No, it's okay. I've just had a crazy day.

Well, listen,

I hate to burden you with this, but....

-Can I get you anything?

-Harris has these guys...

...and they're gonna kick my ass

if I don't pay him his money.

-What do you want me to do? Pay him.

-Harris says I know where you're hiding.

First, I'm not really hiding. Second, you

Would never tell him where I was hiding...

-...because you're my friend.

-I'm not threatening you.

Things will get weird if it seems you're

threatening me and I'm threatening you.

Listen, I'm desperate for this money,

and we're friends, right?

Yeah, we're friends. But it's the type

of friendship where if you're in trouble...

...I probably won't be there for you just like

I wouldn't expect you to be there for me.

It's a more honest friendship. It's not this

phony thing. It's like a genuine friendship.

I can't trust you. You can't trust me.

I'm not taking a bullet for you.

-I'm not gonna jump on a grenade for you.

-Jack, Jack, cut the sh*t, will you?

-How much do you owe Harris?

-Fifteen hundred.

Dollars? You think I got 1 500?

No, no, but you know

how to get that kind of money.

Okay.

I got one thing I'm working on.

Maybe I can work you in.

Yes, please. Thank you.

Thank you so much. Thanks.

Wait, you wanna tell me

about it now?

-I'm working out details. I'll surprise you.

-Thanks. Thanks, man.

Bravo!

Hey, you went flying off there that time.

-Mahalo.

-Very good dive.

-Appreciate that, Walter.

-Pretty high up there, isn't it?

Well, you ready to try it?

Me? No, I wanna give my food

a chance to settle before I get up there.

Oh, boy, look at that.

Figured out your day off?

Yeah, I was thinking about maybe Friday.

-No, I need you Friday.

-What?

-I've got a meeting.

-What do you got a meeting on?

None of your business.

So tomorrow's better than Friday?

Yeah.

So I hear you found a new friend.

You mean Nancy? No.

She belongs to Ray Ritchie.

-Well, I didn't think he'd given her to you.

-No, she's still Ritchie's.

As long as you remember.

Pretty girl, though.

This house, there's no newspaper out front,

Which makes me think that they're home.

Over at that house....

That house is definitely occupied.

Judging from the car, it's an elderly couple.

I get along really well

with my grandmother.

You do? Yeah, me too.

Okay, we'll skip that house.

Then off in the distance, we got

a little happy-hour get-together going on.

Obviously, we're gonna pass. So I think

we're gonna find an empty house.

Where's the rush?

What are you gonna say

if someone comes?

Are the Ambruzazaolas here?

What if that's their name?

-Ambruzazaola?

-Yes.

-What are the odds?

-Where's the bounce?

Here we go.

There. You getting a little bounce?

A little.

Perfect.

-Are you scared?

-No.

Wait, wait, wait.

Where are you going?

-Guess if I have clothes on.

-The guy who lives here is a cop.

-I know. I know. Guess.

-I know the guy.

Guess.

-What is this?

-I don't know.

Son of a b*tch, this is my harmonica.

That..

What?

Come here. Come here. Hurry.

Christ, I'm late.

Where'd you tear my shirt off last night?

It may be downstairs. Check, love.

I'm on duty in 1 0 minutes.

Yes, officer.

-Take that shirt off. Let's go.

-No way. I earned it.

-Take it off.

-No.

-Come on.

-"Yes, officer."

-Not funny.

-Yes, it is.

Did you see that tattoo?

Mercy.

-Aloha, Jack.

-Hey, Number 9.

-I have to use your bathroom.

-I'm surprised you didn't use the cop's.

What if he'd seen us?

He would have seen his career

and reputation go.

Let me tell you.

He probably would've had to kill us.

There's a fine line between taking a risk

and being an idiot.

Maybe he's fine being gay.

Not everyone's in the closet.

What does that mean?

Hurry.

-What a freak-hole.

-What?

Jack, it's really depressing here.

-I'm depressed.

-This isn't depressing.

It's one of the things I like about it,

is how depressing it is.

It's like where dreams go to die.

You got me here.

Is there something you want to show me?

-Yeah.

-What?

-Come on.

-I'm spoken for.

-No, you're not.

-Yes, I am.

-Let's go peek in windows. It'll be fun.

-Have a heart.

Does the party ever stop here?

How do you handle all the excitement,

one would wonder.

Lock it up. That's my boss.

What do we have here?

Walter is into some kinky sh*t.

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