My whole childhood is
completely wiped out.
I remember bits of things sometimes,
but they're like dreams.
I can't seem to figure 'em out.
Look, I still think you can make some
good use of those fancy moves of yours.
You know, you and I, man,
we could make a staged exhibition.
You know, like wrestling, in the States?
The crowds go crazy for that kind of stuff.
I don't like crowds.
Look, Joe, read my lips.
We can make some easy money.
Look, Jackson, I don't wanna fight, I don't
like crowds and I don't need money.
Miss, we'd better get going.
There'll be a lot of trouble
if we don't... leave now.
Yeah, you don't need money.
Hey, what do you need?
Glad to see you're still human.
She's cute, isn't she?
- Who?
- Who?
You may have kicked my ass,
but you did not make me blind.
- Jackson, she's the colonel's daughter.
- I know, but nobody's perfect.
But she is cute, isn't she? Isn't she?
Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You're tinglin'. You're tinglin'.
I knew I've touched something again.
Yeah.
Boy, you sure are lucky goin' back
to California. I wish I was.
You couldn't tell by lookin' at me,
but I'm a famous surfer.
- I love nothin' more than wiping a few...
- Charley, stop the car.
- What's wrong?
- Stop the car.
What is it? Hijackers?
I gotta get you home.
- Listen, you gotta do me a big favour.
- No, I can't. I can smell trouble already.
Charley, there'll be
no trouble if you keep quiet...
...and take me back home
right now. I'll explain it all later.
OK.
OK. Hey, listen, you through thinkin'
about those exhibitions yet?
Cos we can make a great team. We could
quit the army. We'd make a fortune.
- Maybe Charley can help you.
- No thanks. Sweating's bad for ya.
It means you're puttin' forth effort.
Jackson, you gotta help me.
I set myself up with a date with this girl,
but the colonel's got me runnin' errands.
In 30 minutes, I'm to meet her
at the country club, and I won't make it.
Could you run a note over there
and tell her I'll be late?
I hate to burst your bubble, but I can't.
I have to report in a few minutes.
Ah, shit. Man, I hate to lose this chick.
Jackson, she thinks I'm intense.
- I'll get her the note.
- No, no, you can't.
- You're confined to the base, man.
- I'll be fast. No one will notice.
- Are you sure?
- Do you want her to get the note?
She'll be on the balcony, wearin'
a white dress. You cannot miss her.
Jackson. I'm gonna need your bike.
Oh, man, that's my baby. That's my
life's blood. You sure you can handle it?
Look, Joe, call me a worrywart,
call me irresponsible...
...but how do you plan to get off the base
without the MPs catching you?
Watch.
Watch what, Joe? Joe, Joe...
- Joe?
- What's he gonna do?
Is he gonna do what
I think he's gonna do?
Well, look here, Charley. I wanna
talk to you about your future.
My future?
See, you're gonna put on working fatigues
and be ready to cover up for Joe.
- What's that got to do with my future?
- If you don't do it, you won't have one.
- Ah.
- Yeah, OK.
Hi, Joe.
Is this note from Charley for you?
Nope. It's for you.
- This was your idea?
- I had to see you.
Look...
...it can never work.
Oh, be quiet.
It's gonna be a wonderful evening.
Come on.
Come on.
Why, thank you, Luis.
Oh, don't worry about it, Joe. You can
order anything. It'll go on Dad's account.
That's him.
That's the one from the convoy.
- I thought you'd taken care of him.
- I did. I had him confined to the barracks.
- I'll place him under arrest...
- One moment.
Let me look at him.
What's the matter?
The sergeant? Oh, don't worry
about him. He's a real pussycat, really.
That's seсor Ortega. He owns a big
plantation on the other side of the island.
Dad really likes him.
Arresting this guy is not enough.
- I want him dead.
- Dead?
There's an investigation
goin' on right now.
Could blow the whole thing
wide open. You sure?
Yes.
And already I know
how you are going to do it.
Oh, come on.