The Big Bounce

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 a**holes, 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 sh*t.

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 n*gger.

Did he just say "coconut n*gger"? Harris,

Harris, Harris, you can't say coconut n*gger.

-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.

"l 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 was kind enough to 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.

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