The Big Bounce Page #5

Of course he did.

-Just make that up?

-Jack, last night!

I thought you were walking funny.

-I was just gonna ask you that.

-Wasn't sure if that was my imagination.

Tell me what first attracted you to me.

-Come on, that's corny.

-No, it's not.

I want to know.

It means a lot to me.

You want the truth or the bullshit?

Either.

You're really easy on the eyes,

but it was really more than that.

It was more a sort of strength of character

that you had in your face.

This kind of generosity of spirit.

For all your kind of strutting around

and acting tough...

...you remind me of a little kid sometimes,

and I thought that was funny.

Okay. Now the truth.

If that girl's not careful, she'll wind up

on the business end of my di..

Oh, my God! Shut up.

See you later.

Jack.

-What's up?

-As soon as you can...

...go into town and get some paint

for Number 9.

-Take the Xterra.

-Number 9?

What is it with you and Number 9?

I'm thinking you got something going on.

Well, I thought so,

but she's a devout Catholic.

Oh, bless her heart.

-Are we still on for dominoes tomorrow?

-Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Bring cash.

-Those guys will kick your ass.

-Noted.

Not me.

Funny how sounds get carried in wind.

Guess it's wind chimes.

I'm super excited to play.

And it's payable immediately.

No tears.

Don't forget the paint.

Hey, Mrs. Ritchie.

Be careful.

Okay. There you go.

Give me the glasses.

-Flight okay, Mr. Ritchie?

-The usual. How's the b*tch?

-Which b*tch?

-Nancy.

She's been hanging around

with that Jack a**hole.

He's here? I told you to run his ass

off the island.

I give you a simple damn order,

and you blow it.

Shouldn't have hired a local parasite.

Look, have Lou Harris take care of him.

-Think you can handle that?

-Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

-You useless?

-Of course not.

I got it.

Put my garment bag on top.

-I did, Mrs. Ritchie.

-Good thing.

I got it.

Come on, Ray, ndale.

Hey, wow, you do your marketing here.

Yeah.

-It's no fun without you, Jackie.

-What is it about the produce section?

Why are you grabbing..?

-What happened?

-God, Ritchie's wife walked in.

Not my biggest fan. I cannot let her see me.

She could set Ray off and ruin everything.

-Stock boy to aisle three. Broken glass.

-Oh, my God.

I thought if she's in residence,

that means....

-Aren't you banished to the hunting lodge?

-Yeah.

Okay, that's it.

The plan just crashed and burned.

Do not give up on this. Okay?

Let me just think this through.

We can both still get what we want.

Okay?

Now you go.

There he is, Frank.

-Hey, Batman.

-Yes?

-Still hanging around looking for trouble?

-No. No bat today.

I'll tell you what.

Next time we meet,

you'll wish you were born...

...with eyes in the back of your head.

How does that turtleneck thing work?

Does it keep your head on?

Funny guy.

We're gonna have a "come to Jesus"

talk soon. Very soon.

-Come on, guys.

-Jack.

-New best friend?

-I owe the guy a lot of money, okay?

I just can't blow him off.

-No, you couldn't do that.

-Jack, come on.

Frank, Why didn't you put the beer case

behind Kammie's Market like we agreed?

You know I have serious money problems.

That's why I hit up your girl.

Don't mess this up for me.

I'm into something good. Come on, Frank.

-What am I supposed to do?

-Have a little faith in people.

Not God because he's just

an imaginary friend for grownups.

-What the hell does that mean?

-I don't know.

Come on.

You're up to something, and I know it.

I was into something. It just fell apart.

That's the truth.

And that's good because I don't need

any more court dates.

That's the truth.

That's a good-looking shirt, by the way.

-Give me 1 0.

-This is nothing like mahjong.

-You play mahjong?

-No.

-Hello.

-Walter, put our boy on the phone.

It's for you.

-Hello.

-I know you can 't talk right now.

-Here's what I found out.

-No, I'm fine.

-It's good to hear your voice.

-Bob Jr. has strict orders...

...to take me to the hunting lodge.

The money's at the beach house.

-We can't do it then.

-I'll keep Bob Jr. at the lodge.

You know the layout. The money

will be in the office safe. We are so close.

-Where's Ritchie?

-He'll be out of the house at 5:30.

You can break into the house

with only that helpless drunk in it.

-I think I'm gonna pass.

-Two hundred thousand dollars.

-Not enough.

-The key for the sliding door...

...and combination

will be under the mat.

All you do is walk in poor

and walk out rich.

What will happen if that money

reaches those thugs?

-They'll probably have a hell of a luau.

-I mean to Walter.

-He'll probably get invited.

-Jack, just tell me you'll think about it.

All right, I'll bring the poi.

-lf not for us, do it for Walter.

-What?

Because sooner or later,

Ray will bulldoze Keiki Vista under the sand.

All right. Take care.

Wrong number.

Nancy burying a pig?

Getting in deep, aren't you?

I don't know about this girl.

A part of me thinks

she could be the answer.

Then a part of me thinks you're gonna

open up the paper one day, and it will be:

"The partially nude body of yours truly

was found floating in Waimea Bay.

Nancy Hayes sought for questioning."

I've been expecting to read headlines

like that about Nancy since she was 1 5.

-She's not dull.

-No, nobody's ever said that about her.

But I'm warning you, Jack,

you're sticking your neck way out.

No, I'm fine.

She just has a little mischief in her...

...that makes it kind of fun to be around.

The other day, she took off her clothes

and then folded them in neat little piles.

-lt was--

-You really are smitten.

Sometimes you get so alone,

it just makes sense.

-Does that make sense?

-Hell, no.

If you think you're gonna control this girl

or control yourself with her...

...you've got a mind-breaking realization

coming, son.

She's nothing but trouble.

The problem is a lot of stuff you say

makes me want to be around her.

Okay.

Well, I'm through talking about her.

So where does Ritchie stow her

now that the bride is back?

-They all sleep in the same bed?

-ls Mrs. Ritchie back?

Well, he doesn't let her get very far.

-All of his assets are in her name.

-Sh*t, why doesn't she divorce him...

...and take it all?

I think they got some sort of

prenuptial agreement in place.

Or so I hear.

-Want to try again?

-Fire it up.

-What are you looking at?

-I'm putting my key under the mat.

Remember?

You weren't at the supermarket.

-Thought you chickened out.

-Jack showed up.

I had to get him out

before he saw us together.

Tell me that's number one, Alison.

I can't do it.

Ray's acting all weird.

I think he knows something.

What time will Jack show up here?

He will walk through that door

at 6:
00 sharp.

I will make sure that Bob Jr.

is nowhere to be found.

From now on, Alison, it's your show.

My show.

And, sweetie, lay off the booze.

And stay off my boat!

-Hey!

-You hold it right there. Hold it!

You, get out of the car! This way!

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