The Big Bounce Page #4

Look at this.

He's a good guy.

He's just watching a dance show.

If he's such a good guy,

don't you feel a little bad scamming him?

I'm not scamming him.

Look at me, I'm not scamming him.

You're working here

like some straight-job front...

...While we're planning a heist on Ray.

It doesn't mean I don't take pride

in my job.

-Should have seen me out there raking.

-Oh, sh*t.

Hey, man.

-Jack.

-Hey.

-Was that you giggling?

-No.

Must have been Number 9.

What are you doing

sneaking around here?

I'm not sneaking around.

No, I was just thinking.

Sometimes when I'm thinking,

it looks like I'm sneaking.

-So, what are you thinking about?

-Oh, you know....

-I don't want to bug you.

-Jack...

...you gotta have a little faith.

What, like in God?

Well, God's an imaginary friend

for grownups.

Trick is to know who to have faith in.

I'm gonna give you a hint.

Sometimes things are exactly

as they appear.

Sometimes.

What the heck does that mean?

Get out.

I got something for you.

Mr. Ritchie's private police come by

about this time.

Damn, I don't blame them.

Tell me what you want.

I got these wallets that I'm gonna sell you

for 1 500 bucks.

The wallets came from a house

that was robbed.

-I take them to the police..

-Take them to the police.

-They'll appreciate help.

-I could leave the case...

...someplace where the police will find it

with Jack's name written on it.

I'm serious, his private police

Will be here any minute.

I've been waiting for hours.

No police have come.

So come on, get out.

Okay? So we can talk?

Just a second.

-Hi.

-Want me to look at the showerhead?

-Yeah. Sorry, I was just taking a nap.

-Enjoying your stay?

I love it. I love it.

Impressive.

Yeah. Good job.

All right, if you need anything,

just give me a holler.

Think about it.

Nice work.

Here.

Ray will bring the money here Thursday.

All we have to do is distract Bob Jr.

And cut the phone lines.

Which shouldn't be too hard to do.

Very masculine feel.

What's with the dead moose head

on the wall and the lndian blankets?

-It's a hunting lodge.

-Aloha, it's Hawaii.

Put a lei on its horns or something.

Borrow some Hawaiian sh*t

from Walter's place.

So you got a plan?

-How you doing, Bob?

-What the hell are you doing here?

-Bob. Easy, Bob.

-A baseball bat? A tree branch?

I got a tire iron in the truck.

-What'd you do that for?

-You said you had a tire iron.

You bastard! Come here.

Come here.

Brutal.

Doesn't work doing that.

You got to put your head forward.

Bullshit.

Put your head forward

and blow your nose and pinch it.

Go on, blow.

That's a lot of blood.

My wife can get the blood out.

Just have her use cold water.

That'll do it.

She'll know what to do.

You all right?

You sure showed him.

Too bad he's not a girl.

-Shut the hell up.

-That's okay.

-It's the thought that counts.

-Count me out.

I don't care how much money

is in the lodge.

I didn't know how or when you'd say that,

but I knew you would.

Police will ask Bob Jr.

if anything strange happened.

-He'll mention this.

-Ray's gonna report...

...his leg-breaking payoff money

was stolen? I'm sure.

Come on, let's talk about it...

...after I've cleaned you up. Okay?

Come on.

Come on. You were wonderful.

-There's no beer in the fridge.

-ln the cabinet.

In the cabinet? What are you, British?

Oh, boy.

No beer. Just a bunch of wallets.

Recognize them?

What's the name of the little game

you're playing?

Gee, if I didn't know better, Jack,

I'd think you were a moody guy.

Well, I'll see you later on. Take care.

Frank-something came here last night.

If I didn't give him 1 500 for the wallets,

he'd go to the cops.

-He settled for 450.

-You got robbed.

He'd have settled for 1 00.

Why did he think you'd care?

He must figure

We have something going.

-He could see the chemistry.

-I guess.

Jack, we cannot afford

a loose cannon here.

From where I'm sitting,

you're the loose cannon.

And as far as Frank goes,

that's his story.

-Jack, I need you.

-I know. Let me think about it.

Okay, I've thought about it.

No, I'm gonna pass.

I'm gonna take these with me.

Jackie.

Oh, come on. That's insulting.

Do you think I'm that easy?

-Maybe I am that easy.

-You are that easy.

-Wait, wait.

-It's probably my mom.

Hold that thought.

Is your mother hot?

What? I want to know

if you look like mother-daughter.

-Easy, Jack.

-Jeez.

Hi, gorgeous.

I got 20 minutes, tops.

Ticktock.

-Where's Mrs. B.J.?

-She's at the beauty parlor.

Getting her hair enlarged?

-You taking a shower?

-No.

I'm just glad to see you.

I was about to.

-Maybe you could use some company.

-No.

I like you un-fresh.

That little bastard sucker punched me.

-No, you kicked his ass.

-You think?

I'm gonna turn the shower off.

-You wait right here.

-Okay.

Who was it down there?

The neighborhood watch,

probably looking for you.

You stay in this bed...

...and we will get honest to God

dirty serious about finishing this.

Come on.

Come on.

-I'll be back.

-Where's my happy ending?

Stop.

-Fifteen minutes and counting.

-Call this an appetizer.

-Main course, Thursday night.

-Call it whatever you want.

Come here.

Come here.

Oh, sh*t.

-That's got to be Ray.

-Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Look, I have obligations around here,

okay?

I'll be back in a flash.

Come on.

-You're gonna hate me.

-No, I'm not.

What? What are you doing?

Yeah. Just have your way with me.

-I'll be right back.

-No, What are you doing?

-Come on.

-I told you I'd be quick.

What did Ray want?

He wanted to make sure

that I don't get bored.

Time's up.

-lt is not.

-You're not allowing for drive time.

You better cut it out. Teasing's not fair.

Nobody's teasing, Bob. Get your shoes.

I don't want you to get in trouble

with the wifey.

Taste the goods now, it might spoil

your appetite for the date Thursday.

But I'm starving right now.

You better hurry before

Whatever-her-name-is gets pissed.

See you at the lodge Thursday.

-Thursday!

-F*** Thursday!

At 6:
00, Bob Jr. will be waiting

in the hunting lodge for you.

Take one shot and blow out a window.

Bob Jr.'s kind of a cowboy.

He'll go out, see what's going on.

I'll go in the back and grab the money.

But what if he comes back in?

Blow out another window.

I'll cut the telephone lines,

puncture his tires.

That should give me time to get back

and join Walter for the domino game.

Okay.

Go to sleep.

-Good night.

-Good night.

So you're sure about

your domino-game cover?

You're sure?

Yeah.

-Hello.

-Did you steal my cell phone?

Yes.

Do you know if a guy named Victor

called me?

-Yes, he did.

-What did he say?

He wanted to apologize.

He said stuff in the heat of the moment

he wished he hadn't...

...and hoped that you may forgive him.

-He did?

-Yeah.

That's so sweet.

Think I should call him?

-You have his number?

-Of course I do. Thank you.

-He didn't really call, did he?

-Yeah, he did.

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