Waikiki (2020) Movie Script
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(Bell dings)
(Waves crashing,
water trickling)
(Indistinct lyrics)
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(Pattering)
(Birds chirping)
(Indistinct chatter
in background)
(Water flowing)
Okay, I'm gonna have you
fill out an application.
Thank you.
WOMAN 1:
When can I hear back from you?
Uh, in about a week or so.
-Thank you so much.
-Alright. Thank you.
No, I need this room.
This is for me
and I need to be here.
Okay, so you can fill out
an application
and somebody will get right
back to you in about a week.
There's a feeling
deep in my heart
Stabbing at me
just like a dart
It's a feeling heavenly
I see memories
out of the past
Memories that always
will last
Of a place beside the sea
Oh, Waikiki
(Audience clapping)
At night when the shadows
are falling
I...
(Light buzzes)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Where are you going?
Don't you gotta get on stage?
You're gonna be late.
(Overlapping speech)
-Call me. Call me for once.
-I will.
-Kea?
-What?
(Door creaks)
(Door creaks)
Across the sea
Your tropic nights
and your wonderful charms
Are ever in my memories
And I recall
when I held in my arms
An angel sweet and heavenly
Waikiki
-My whole life
-(Glass shatters in distance)
Is empty without you
I miss that magic about you
Magic beside the sea
Magic of Waikiki
Magic of Waikiki.
-Oh, honey.
-(Audience clapping)
(Indistinct speech)
(Laughs) Thank you, Jimmy.
That's beautiful.
-Listen.
-Hmm?
I got, uh, little something
for your kids.
This is for your kids.
I don't have kids, Jimmy.
You kidding?
What? You don't have kids?
No, I don't have kids, Jimmy.
Who are you confusing me with?
-Umm.
-One of your other girls?
No, no,
I don't have no other girls.
Hmm?
-I thought--
-Then who's the one with kids?
I thought you said.
No, not me.
What do you want to sing next,
my love?
Could we do Quick?
Quick?
Yeah, that's our song.
-Okay, let's do Quick.
-Okay.
I'm gonna put it in.
And I'll be right back.
I'm starving.
Okay?
(Indistinct chatter
in background)
Hey.
I don't want to fucking
do this here.
I don't want to fucking
talk about this here.
I want to turn around
and I want to go outside.
-I want you to--
-I'm working right now--
Working? You're fucking working?
-This isn't fucking working.
-This is working.
-You're sitting in a fucking--
-This is my job.
-slut bar.
What the fuck
are you doing here?
Fucking sucking dick.
That's what the fuck
you're working.
Don't embarrass me.
Fucking...
(Indiscernible speech)
Who the fuck are you--
Who the fuck are you talking to?
AMY:
Get the fuck out of the bar!
-BRANDEN: Let's go.
-KEA: No, no.
BRANDEN:
Don't fucking tell me no.
Go. Go.
(Indistinct lyrics)
Hey, hey, hey!
Don't fucking do this in front
of everybody.
Stop, stop, stop,
stop, stop, stop.
Please, stop. Please, stop.
We'll talk about it
when we get home.
-Okay.
-Okay.
Okay.
Baby, slow down, please.
Fuck.
I'm sorry, okay?
It's right around here.
Come on.
Are you sleeping in the van?
No.
I'm not sleeping in the van.
-That's all your shit.
-It's my van.
Why are you living
in a fucking van?
Look, you wanted to get
to the van.
We're at the van.
Let's get in the van.
You're not
a fucking homeless woman.
You don't need to live
in a fucking van.
Oh my God, just get in the van.
-Isn't that what you wanted?
-You can come home.
You can come home.
You don't need to--
Give me the fucking key.
-Get off me!
-Give me the--
-Give me the fucking--
-Not in my purse.
-Key.
-Stop.
-Get off me.
-You want to fucking hit me?
You want to fucking hit me?
Huh?
Who the fuck are you hitting?
(Panting)
Give me the fucking keys!
Okay.
(Panting)
Okay.
Okay.
Sorry.
Okay.
(Keys jingling)
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BRANDEN:
Hey.
Hey.
Open the door.
Kea!
Open the fucking door.
What the fuck are you doing?
What the fuck are you doing?
You open the fucking door.
Get out of the way, you fucker!
-I'll run you over!
-Right now!
-Move!
-Open the fucking door!
-Fuck you!
-Open the fucking door!
What are you gonna do?
Hit me?
What the fuck are you doing?
Hey! Stop the fucking van!
Stop the fucking van!
Kea!
Stop the fucking van!
(Screeches)
(Cellphone vibrates)
(Screeches, crashes)
(Grunts)
(Panting)
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh fuck.
(Whimpers)
Oh fuck.
(Panting)
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-BRANDEN: (On phone) What?
-Hey.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Fuck.
I'm sorry.
I hit someone
and I'm so fucked right now.
-BRANDEN: (On phone) Huh?
- (Crying) I'm so fucked.
I'm looking at his body
in the middle of the fucking--
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Hey, I'm not fucking--
I hit somebody and he's lying
in the middle of the road.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Hey, hey, hey,
I can't understand
what you're saying. Calm down.
I'm saying
I fuckin' hit somebody.
Yes, I'm being real.
I'm being real.
This isn't a game.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Take a breath,
take a breath, Kea.
(Panting)
BRANDEN: (On phone):
What did you say?
I hit someone.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
For real?
Did-- did anybody see you?
No.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Get the fuck out of there.
I can't do that,
I fucking hit the guy.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Kea, get the fuck out of there.
What am I supposed to do,
just leave him?
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Just fucking drive, Kea.
Just fucking drive, go now.
I can't do that.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Oh, fuck.
Did you?
Okay, listen to me.
So what?
'Cause I'm crazy?
BRANDEN: (On phone)
No.
I'm making up
that I hit someone?
BRANDEN: (On phone)
No, I'm not saying
you made it up,
I'm just saying, did you
take your fucking pills?
Fuck you, Branden.
(Slams door)
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(Engine running)
(Grunts)
(Slams door)
(Water flowing)
(Birds chirping)
(Indistinct singing in distance)
(Water flowing)
(Water flowing)
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(Plane whirring)
(Plane whirring)
(Cellphone vibrating)
Shit.
(Engine revving)
Oh, no.
(Speaks Hawaiian)
Oh shit.
Okay.
(Children singing in Hawaiian)
Shit!
(Singing in Hawaiian)
I'm sorry.
(Speaks Hawaiian)
(Students speak Hawaiian)
Nice to see everyone.
Uh.
Okay, so.
So remember yesterday
when we talked about this.
(Speaks Hawaiian)
Alright, somebody remind me,
what does this mean.
Sweetie?
It means that the land
is the chief,
or the chief is the land,
and the us or the people
are the kauw or the servants.
Yes, but that is
a literal translation.
What does this mean
to you guys specifically?
(Speaks Hawaiian)
(Speaks Hawaiian)
Teacher, what happened
to your eye?
I got into a car accident,
but uh...
(Speaks Hawaiian)
Don't worry about me. I'm fine.
So let's focus on the lesson,
guys, come on.
"The land is the chief,
the people are the servants."
What does this mean to us?
(Speaks Hawaiian)
We must care for the land
because if there is no land,
there are no people.
(Speaks Hawaiian)
Oh my God, that was so good.
We all must take care
of the aina,
because it will in turn
take care of us.
(Machine whirring, hammering)
BRANDEN:
What did I tell you?
You can't call me here.
You trying
to get me fired again?
Every little thing
is an emergency.
Listen,
just get fucking rid of him,
drop him off anywhere no matter.
Fuck. Why not?
There's nothing wrong with
doing nothing, Branden.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
No, no, no, no, no,
babe, babe, babe.
Listen to me.
You can't help everybody.
He needs help.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Yeah, so do you, babe.
-You need fucking help.
-Can I get a pack of GoMiles?
BRANDEN: (On phone)
That's what I'm trying to do,
I'm trying to fucking help you.
Just fucking listen to me
for once and get rid of him.
You don't see
what this guy's doing,
he's fucking using you.
He's a fucking...
(Speaks Hawaiian)
KEA:
What? What are you looking at?
I mean, what am I supposed
to do with you?
(Plane taking off in background)
Fuck.
He's right.
He's always fucking right.
(Sighs)
Stop looking at me.
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Don't you fucking sit there
and judge me.
The homeless pilau bum in my van
is judging me, that is great.
I wonder what your family
would think
if they saw you all stink,
sleeping outside.
They're probably fucking
embarrassed by you
and probably disowned you.
They probably abandoned you,
they must be so fucking
ashamed of you.
Fucking pilau.
Stupid ass, bum.
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(Singing in Hawaiian)
(Water dripping)
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(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Take your fucking pills, Kea.
Fucking crazy
without your pills.
(Water running)
KEA:
Okay, so how much
do I have to make this week?
700 and 1425.
2130, that's 2130.
Oh, fucking A.
So that's 395,
so round it up to four.
(Moans)
Motherfucker.
We are going to be
alright.
(Man grumbles)
(Grunts)
It's okay.
I just wanted to tell you that
everything's gonna be okay.
I mean I know things have been
pretty shitty.
You know,
and I've been pretty shitty.
But I want you to know that
I hope you're alright.
Cigarette.
Cigarette.
Okay.
Cigarette.
Sorry.
Um,
so, I gotta, uh,
I gotta go do some things.
I mean I'm gonna be gone
for a while,
but you know, I'm--
I'm gonna be back.
So don't worry, okay?
(INDISTINCT LYRICS)
(Indistinct chatter, laugther)
You look really pretty today.
(Exhales)
No, he's just some guy.
I had an accident. I promise.
Please, no, I--
please let me work tonight.
You know we're gonna be busy
and you know I can make you
lots of money.
Please let me work tonight.
Please, please, please, please,
please, please, please.
Mm-hmm.
Turn around.
No.
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(Microwave bell dings)
(Phone ringing)
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(Bottles clinking)
AMY:
No, no, no, no.
KEA:
Looks good, yeah?
I'm using the Korean cucumber
mask you gave me.
So it looks nice?
KEA:
Give me 40.
KEA:
Nothing.
(Scoffs)
KEA:
I hit it myself.
(Flicks lighter)
KEA:
You love me.
KEA:
They're still the same thing.
KEA:
What is this?
Amy, this is too much.
You made a mistake.
(Amy laughs)
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Come down with me
TAXI DRIVER:
So where are we going?
The Bulls' parking lot.
It's late, it's closed.
KEA:
Just go. You drop me off,
I'll go-- give you money.
TAXI DRIVER:
So where you been tonight?
Big party?
KEA:
No, I was at work.
TAXI DRIVER:
Work?
KEA:
Yeah.
TAXI DRIVER:
What kind of work?
I sing in a karaoke.
TAXI DRIVER:
Oh, for real?
Mm-hmm.
TAXI DRIVER:
Which bar?
Amy's.
-TAXI DRIVER: Amy's?
-Mm-hmm.
-TAXI DRIVER: I remember that.
-Yeah?
TAXI DRIVER:
Yeah, it's supposed to be
pretty nice.
Yeah.
I like it.
She's nice.
TAXI DRIVER:
Who?
-Amy.
-TAXI DRIVER: Oh.
KEA:
She's my boss.
She tried to give me
money tonight, extra money.
TAXI DRIVER:
Well, that's good.
She tried to give you
extra money.
Yeah, she tries to take
care of her girls.
Right here, right here.
Yeah, yeah,
I drop you off right here.
The lot is closed.
KEA:
No worries, Uncle.
I get off.
Goodnight.
(Footsteps)
KEA:
No.
(Kea running)
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Goddamn it!
What the fuck?
(Flicks lighter)
(Takes a drag)
(Phone ringing)
(Takes a drag)
(Dragging)
MAN 1:
Why don't you answer the phone?
Where is my van?
I gave you one thing to do
and now my fucking van is gone!
Where is it?
What?
You couldn't even watch
my fucking van!
(Whimpering)
Fuck!
(Crying)
You fucking crackhead!
You lost my van!
I lost my van.
(Sobbing)
(Birds chirping)
(Grandma chuckles)
GRANDMA:
Wonderful.
(Singing in Hawaiian)
Very good.
Grandma, is it gonna be alright?
(Machine whirring)
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Where are we?
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(Traffic noise)
Wait, wait, hold on, hold on.
Wait, wait, stop, stop, stop.
What are we doing?
Just...
KEA:
Just, just what?
Just, just...
You need to take a deep breath
and then spit it out.
Jesus Christ, what?
What, are you stupid?
You know what?
I'm not going with you.
Um, I need to find my van, so.
(Footsteps)
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REAL ESTATE AGENT: (On phone)
Hi, Waikiki Realty.
Hi, uh.
I'm returning a phone call
from you guys.
This is Kea.
I applied for one of the--
REAL ESTATE AGENT: (On phone)
Yeah, we actually gave that
to someone else,
but um,
check the website and there's
-other listings on there.
-What?
Why?
REAL ESTATE AGENT: (On phone)
Uh, you-- you didn't
qualify actually for this--
for this particular property,
but check out the--
check the website.
Okay, so why did one of them
get it and not me?
REAL ESTATE AGENT: (On phone)
Okay, honestly, I--
you're not gonna get
a place from anyone.
You need pay stubs.
You need credit for--
What do you mean, what does pay
stubs have to do with anything?
I have cash on me right now.
It's first month,
it's down payment.
REAL ESTATE AGENT: (On phone)
You don't have any
of those things.
What the fuck is a piece
of paper supposed to prove?
Like a pay stub?
What the fuck is that?
REAL ESTATE AGENT: (On phone)
I don't know what
you want us to do.
I'm sorry, I didn't--
REAL ESTATE AGENT: (On phone)
No, it's fine. Just--
Look, I need that room, okay?
No, you don't understand.
I don't have any place
to live right now.
I need that room.
How do--
REAL ESTATE AGENT: (On phone)
You're not gonna qualify
for anything.
Hello?
(Construction noise
in background)
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(Beeping)
AUTOMATED VOICE: (On phone)
First unheard message.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
I-- I--
I don't know why the fuck.
I was fucking crazy, Kea.
We can't do that.
I'm sorry,
I want you to go home.
I don't give a fuck
about the club.
Sorry.
COP:
My authority, my authority.
(Indistinct speech)
Back up.
-You resist, huh?
-HOMELESS MAN: No, no.
COP:
You resisting, huh?
(Indistinct chatter)
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(Dumbbells clinking)
(Ringing dial tone)
BRANDEN:
Pick up the phone.
KEA: (On phone)
Hello?
BRANDEN:
Hey, Kea.
Hey.
KEA: (On phone)
Hey.
Look, I, um...
I-- I'm sorry.
You hear me?
KEA: (On phone)
Yeah, I hear you.
Um.
Yeah, I was just about
to call you, actually.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, we miss you. We miss you.
Lana misses you. Lana!
Lana, come say hi to mommy.
KEA: (On phone)
No, Branden,
that's not why I--
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Lana! What?
KEA:
Branden, can you take me off--
Branden, take me off speaker.
Can you please take me
off the speaker?
-I--
-(Beeps)
What?
KEA: (On phone)
(Indistinct speech)
Oh, come on, Kea.
Let's not do this shit again.
I'm not gonna do
this shit again.
Hmm?
I called you to say I'm sorry.
I don't wanna fucking fight
about dumb shit anymore.
KEA: (On phone)
(Indistinct speech)
Okay, what then? What?
KEA: (On phone)
That's what I'm taking about.
What the fuck are you
talking about, Kea?
Why would I have
the fucking van? Huh?
KEA: (On phone)
I'm just asking if you--
You're just asking
if I stole the fucking van.
That's what you're asking.
And the thought
never fucking occurs to you
that the fucking crackhead
may have stolen the van.
Now don't fucking start
that shit with me, okay?
You don't think that that could
possibly be the case?
I called to fucking apologize.
No, I called
to fucking apologize.
I said I'm fucking sorry.
(Phone ringing)
Why don't you answer the phone?
Accused me of stealing
a fucking van!
Fuck you, Kea! Fuck you!
Fuck!
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(Birds chirping)
(Water flowing)
(Phone ringing)
-(Birds chirping)
-(Siren wailing in distance)
(Bell ringing in distance)
(Chirping continues)
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(Fire flickering in background)
(Chirping continues)
(Fire flickering in background)
(Flicks lighter)
(Takes a drag)
(Sighs, takes a drag)
Thank you.
I don't know your name.
Wo.
My name is Wo.
Nice to meet you, Wo.
I'm Kea.
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(Sirens in distance)
(Indistinct lyrics)
I see memories of the past
Memories...
Of a place
-(Phone ringing)
-Wo, wait stop.
No, no. No.
UNCLE BULLY:
Just trust me,
everything will be alright.
GIRL:
Uncle, don't.
Uncle, no, uncle.
Oh, I gotta go,
I gotta take care
of some things, okay?
Telephone right over there.
Telephone right over there.
I'll call you on the phone.
Just trust me.
I'll call you on the phone,
okay?
Trust me.
Everything will be alright.
Answer the phone.
I'm gonna be right there, okay?
Just stay right here
and wait for me, okay?
It's a telephone.
Everything's gonna be alright.
I'll call you on the phone.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Everything's gonna be alright.
It'll be alright.
I'll call you on the phone.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Stay right here
and wait for me, okay?
Right over there.
(Indistinct speech)
I'll call you on the phone.
(Phone ringing)
UNCLE:
I'll call you
on the phone, okay?
Answer the phone.
YOUNG KEA:
No, uncle.
UNCLE BULLY:
(Indistinct speech)
Just trust me.
Everything will be alright.
There's a telephone
right over there.
Right there, okay?
Answer the phone.
You'll be okay.
-Right there, okay?
-YOUNG KEA: No.
UNCLE BULLY:
I'll call you on the phone,
okay?
Answer the phone.
I hear your voice of calling
Calling, calling to me
Oh, Waikiki
UNCLE:
Everything's gonna be fine.
Just stay right here
and wait for me, okay?
Stay right here
and wait for me, okay?
I call you on the phone.
Right over there.
I'll call you on the phone.
(Screaming)
No, no.
(Crying)
YOUNG KEA:
No.
(Kea crying)
Waikiki
My whole life is empty
without you
I must get her back
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(Birds chirping)
(Indistinct singing)
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(Indistinct singing)
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Tadaa!
(CHUCKLES)
And just like the guy whose feet
are too big for his but nothing.
Ow, ow.
(Laughs)
(Indistinct chatter
in background)
-Hey, that's uh--
-Huh?
-What keeps me going.
-Yeah.
(Clinking)
It's okay.
Eat, I know you're hungry.
Bro, what's up with that?
MAN 2:
She nice-looking.
(Men laughs)
MAN 3:
(Indistinct speech)
Every bite I take,
I can taste it.
MAN 2:
Shh, shh. Hey?
(Speaks Hawaiian)
-MAN 3: That's your friend?
-Fuck you, man. Shut up.
(Laughing)
Don't listen to them.
I gotta go pee.
(Lyrics in Hawaiian)
What's wrong with you, man?
I'm sorry, I'm trying.
I cannot answer every single
time you call.
You can't just show up
whenever you want.
That's not the way this works.
I am trying everything
I can right now
just to keep things together.
I work three jobs.
I don't have a place to live.
I lost the van.
Grandma, please tell me
it's gonna be okay.
Grandma, is it gonna be alright?
Please tell me
it's gonna be okay.
GRANDMA:
It's gonna be alright.
It's gonna be alright.
Muah, muah.
(Lyrics in Hawaiian)
It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.
I just wanted to say thank you.
(Indistinct chatter)
Hey.
No, for real, bro.
What the fuck is wrong
with you?
You're mental.
(Indistinct speech)
It's fucking disgusting.
How dare you?
-What the fuck is your problem?
-What the fuck is your problem?
Shut up. Shut your mouth!
You don't know us.
-(Laughing)
-Oh yeah, laugh. Laugh.
Laugh.
Well, it's funny.
It's funny as long
as it doesn't happen
to you, yeah.
What, you think
you're better than us?
-Shit.
-Yeah, you got a job now.
Fucking watch.
When the skyscrapers
are done being built, then what?
Show some fucking sympathy.
And aloha.
I mean you, Hawaii.
Shame.
Fucking shame.
(Panting)
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(Panting)
(Truck horns blare in distance)
(Birds chirping)
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(Bell ringing in distance)
BRANDEN:
Okay, I-- I--
I found the van, okay.
They towed it.
I'm worried.
I need to know you're okay.
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(Truck horn blares)
(Truck horn blares)
Hi.
Excuse me?
Hi, I've come to collect my van.
It's a champagne Toyota outside.
Driver's license, registration,
250 cash.
ATM is over there.
250? Really?
No, it's okay, I got it, uh.
The--
First license and registration.
Sorry.
KEA:
Um, I don't have
the registration.
It's in the van.
You need the registration.
No, it's in the van.
Like everything is in the van.
Please.
Everything I own is in that van.
Thank you.
(Chuckles)
Sorry, I can't give you the van.
It's not registered to you.
It's registered
to a Branden Cruz.
What?
But it's my van.
Everything I own is in that van
like go look in the van.
It's-- it's my van.
I can only give it
to the registered owner.
I am the owner.
I own the fucking van!
It's mine!
Lady, I'm just doing my job.
Fuck your job.
You stole my fucking van!
-Fuck you!
-WO: Hey.
Nothing I can do.
Get off me!
No, no, no.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey. Give me my van.
WO:
Kea, come back here.
Get outta my way. No. (Grunts)
-Hey! (Overlapping speech)
-Fucker.
-Relax.
-Let me go.
-Don't do this.
-No.
TOW YARD ATTENDANT:
Fucking beat it.
(Crying)
(Ship horn blares)
(Birds chirping)
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(Singing in Hawaiian)
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(Birds chirping)
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(Waves crashing)
Waikiki
Tis for you that my heart
is yearning
My thoughts are
always returning
Out there to you
across the sea
Your tropic nights
and your wonderful charms
Are ever in my memory
And I recall
when I held in my arms
An angel sweet and heavenly
Waikiki
My whole life
is empty without you
I miss that magic about you
Magic beside the sea
Magic of Waikiki
Magic of Waikiki
(Audience clapping)
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Come down with me
Have you ever tripped
through reality?
Come down with me
Come down and see
See what they've done
to Waikiki
And ask me, why won't you
open your eyes?
Can't you see
we lost our paradise?
There's too many people,
not enough sand
Can't they see
we want our land
And why do I grumble?
'Cause of concrete jungles
In a place
where people were once humble
Too much one-way signs
You know
I think they're blind
They can't even recognize
a don't-walk sign
Too much hotels
God, it looks like hell
No more Hawaiian style
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So come down with me
Have you ever tripped
through reality?
Come down with me
Come down and see
See what they've done
to Waikiki
And ask me why,
dammit, open your eyes
Can't you see
we lost our paradise?
There's too many people,
not enough sand
Can't they see
we want our land
And why do I grumble?
'Cause of concrete jungles
In a place where people
were once humble
Too much one-way signs
You know
I think they're blind
They can't even recognize
a don't-walk sign
Too much hotels
God, it looks like hell
No more Hawaiian style
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Come fly to Waikiki with me
Come fly to Waikiki with me
Where smiling faces,
you will see
Beautiful people all around,
I'd love to see
Let's run away and fly
to Waikiki
Come fly to Waikiki with me
Where gentle waves
caress the sea
Warm is the summer,
winter too, just you and me
Let's run away
and fly to Waikiki
Come fly to Waikiki with me
Where gentle waves
caress the sea
Warm is the summer,
winter too, just you and me
Let's run away
and fly to Waikiki
Let's run away
Let's run away
Let's run away
Let's run away
Let's run away
And fly to Waikiki
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(Bell dings)
(Waves crashing,
water trickling)
(Indistinct lyrics)
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(Pattering)
(Birds chirping)
(Indistinct chatter
in background)
(Water flowing)
Okay, I'm gonna have you
fill out an application.
Thank you.
WOMAN 1:
When can I hear back from you?
Uh, in about a week or so.
-Thank you so much.
-Alright. Thank you.
No, I need this room.
This is for me
and I need to be here.
Okay, so you can fill out
an application
and somebody will get right
back to you in about a week.
There's a feeling
deep in my heart
Stabbing at me
just like a dart
It's a feeling heavenly
I see memories
out of the past
Memories that always
will last
Of a place beside the sea
Oh, Waikiki
(Audience clapping)
At night when the shadows
are falling
I...
(Light buzzes)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Where are you going?
Don't you gotta get on stage?
You're gonna be late.
(Overlapping speech)
-Call me. Call me for once.
-I will.
-Kea?
-What?
(Door creaks)
(Door creaks)
Across the sea
Your tropic nights
and your wonderful charms
Are ever in my memories
And I recall
when I held in my arms
An angel sweet and heavenly
Waikiki
-My whole life
-(Glass shatters in distance)
Is empty without you
I miss that magic about you
Magic beside the sea
Magic of Waikiki
Magic of Waikiki.
-Oh, honey.
-(Audience clapping)
(Indistinct speech)
(Laughs) Thank you, Jimmy.
That's beautiful.
-Listen.
-Hmm?
I got, uh, little something
for your kids.
This is for your kids.
I don't have kids, Jimmy.
You kidding?
What? You don't have kids?
No, I don't have kids, Jimmy.
Who are you confusing me with?
-Umm.
-One of your other girls?
No, no,
I don't have no other girls.
Hmm?
-I thought--
-Then who's the one with kids?
I thought you said.
No, not me.
What do you want to sing next,
my love?
Could we do Quick?
Quick?
Yeah, that's our song.
-Okay, let's do Quick.
-Okay.
I'm gonna put it in.
And I'll be right back.
I'm starving.
Okay?
(Indistinct chatter
in background)
Hey.
I don't want to fucking
do this here.
I don't want to fucking
talk about this here.
I want to turn around
and I want to go outside.
-I want you to--
-I'm working right now--
Working? You're fucking working?
-This isn't fucking working.
-This is working.
-You're sitting in a fucking--
-This is my job.
-slut bar.
What the fuck
are you doing here?
Fucking sucking dick.
That's what the fuck
you're working.
Don't embarrass me.
Fucking...
(Indiscernible speech)
Who the fuck are you--
Who the fuck are you talking to?
AMY:
Get the fuck out of the bar!
-BRANDEN: Let's go.
-KEA: No, no.
BRANDEN:
Don't fucking tell me no.
Go. Go.
(Indistinct lyrics)
Hey, hey, hey!
Don't fucking do this in front
of everybody.
Stop, stop, stop,
stop, stop, stop.
Please, stop. Please, stop.
We'll talk about it
when we get home.
-Okay.
-Okay.
Okay.
Baby, slow down, please.
Fuck.
I'm sorry, okay?
It's right around here.
Come on.
Are you sleeping in the van?
No.
I'm not sleeping in the van.
-That's all your shit.
-It's my van.
Why are you living
in a fucking van?
Look, you wanted to get
to the van.
We're at the van.
Let's get in the van.
You're not
a fucking homeless woman.
You don't need to live
in a fucking van.
Oh my God, just get in the van.
-Isn't that what you wanted?
-You can come home.
You can come home.
You don't need to--
Give me the fucking key.
-Get off me!
-Give me the--
-Give me the fucking--
-Not in my purse.
-Key.
-Stop.
-Get off me.
-You want to fucking hit me?
You want to fucking hit me?
Huh?
Who the fuck are you hitting?
(Panting)
Give me the fucking keys!
Okay.
(Panting)
Okay.
Okay.
Sorry.
Okay.
(Keys jingling)
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BRANDEN:
Hey.
Hey.
Open the door.
Kea!
Open the fucking door.
What the fuck are you doing?
What the fuck are you doing?
You open the fucking door.
Get out of the way, you fucker!
-I'll run you over!
-Right now!
-Move!
-Open the fucking door!
-Fuck you!
-Open the fucking door!
What are you gonna do?
Hit me?
What the fuck are you doing?
Hey! Stop the fucking van!
Stop the fucking van!
Kea!
Stop the fucking van!
(Screeches)
(Cellphone vibrates)
(Screeches, crashes)
(Grunts)
(Panting)
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh fuck.
(Whimpers)
Oh fuck.
(Panting)
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-BRANDEN: (On phone) What?
-Hey.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Fuck.
I'm sorry.
I hit someone
and I'm so fucked right now.
-BRANDEN: (On phone) Huh?
- (Crying) I'm so fucked.
I'm looking at his body
in the middle of the fucking--
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Hey, I'm not fucking--
I hit somebody and he's lying
in the middle of the road.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Hey, hey, hey,
I can't understand
what you're saying. Calm down.
I'm saying
I fuckin' hit somebody.
Yes, I'm being real.
I'm being real.
This isn't a game.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Take a breath,
take a breath, Kea.
(Panting)
BRANDEN: (On phone):
What did you say?
I hit someone.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
For real?
Did-- did anybody see you?
No.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Get the fuck out of there.
I can't do that,
I fucking hit the guy.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Kea, get the fuck out of there.
What am I supposed to do,
just leave him?
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Just fucking drive, Kea.
Just fucking drive, go now.
I can't do that.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Oh, fuck.
Did you?
Okay, listen to me.
So what?
'Cause I'm crazy?
BRANDEN: (On phone)
No.
I'm making up
that I hit someone?
BRANDEN: (On phone)
No, I'm not saying
you made it up,
I'm just saying, did you
take your fucking pills?
Fuck you, Branden.
(Slams door)
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(Engine running)
(Grunts)
(Slams door)
(Water flowing)
(Birds chirping)
(Indistinct singing in distance)
(Water flowing)
(Water flowing)
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(Plane whirring)
(Plane whirring)
(Cellphone vibrating)
Shit.
(Engine revving)
Oh, no.
(Speaks Hawaiian)
Oh shit.
Okay.
(Children singing in Hawaiian)
Shit!
(Singing in Hawaiian)
I'm sorry.
(Speaks Hawaiian)
(Students speak Hawaiian)
Nice to see everyone.
Uh.
Okay, so.
So remember yesterday
when we talked about this.
(Speaks Hawaiian)
Alright, somebody remind me,
what does this mean.
Sweetie?
It means that the land
is the chief,
or the chief is the land,
and the us or the people
are the kauw or the servants.
Yes, but that is
a literal translation.
What does this mean
to you guys specifically?
(Speaks Hawaiian)
(Speaks Hawaiian)
Teacher, what happened
to your eye?
I got into a car accident,
but uh...
(Speaks Hawaiian)
Don't worry about me. I'm fine.
So let's focus on the lesson,
guys, come on.
"The land is the chief,
the people are the servants."
What does this mean to us?
(Speaks Hawaiian)
We must care for the land
because if there is no land,
there are no people.
(Speaks Hawaiian)
Oh my God, that was so good.
We all must take care
of the aina,
because it will in turn
take care of us.
(Machine whirring, hammering)
BRANDEN:
What did I tell you?
You can't call me here.
You trying
to get me fired again?
Every little thing
is an emergency.
Listen,
just get fucking rid of him,
drop him off anywhere no matter.
Fuck. Why not?
There's nothing wrong with
doing nothing, Branden.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
No, no, no, no, no,
babe, babe, babe.
Listen to me.
You can't help everybody.
He needs help.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Yeah, so do you, babe.
-You need fucking help.
-Can I get a pack of GoMiles?
BRANDEN: (On phone)
That's what I'm trying to do,
I'm trying to fucking help you.
Just fucking listen to me
for once and get rid of him.
You don't see
what this guy's doing,
he's fucking using you.
He's a fucking...
(Speaks Hawaiian)
KEA:
What? What are you looking at?
I mean, what am I supposed
to do with you?
(Plane taking off in background)
Fuck.
He's right.
He's always fucking right.
(Sighs)
Stop looking at me.
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Don't you fucking sit there
and judge me.
The homeless pilau bum in my van
is judging me, that is great.
I wonder what your family
would think
if they saw you all stink,
sleeping outside.
They're probably fucking
embarrassed by you
and probably disowned you.
They probably abandoned you,
they must be so fucking
ashamed of you.
Fucking pilau.
Stupid ass, bum.
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(Singing in Hawaiian)
(Water dripping)
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(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Take your fucking pills, Kea.
Fucking crazy
without your pills.
(Water running)
KEA:
Okay, so how much
do I have to make this week?
700 and 1425.
2130, that's 2130.
Oh, fucking A.
So that's 395,
so round it up to four.
(Moans)
Motherfucker.
We are going to be
alright.
(Man grumbles)
(Grunts)
It's okay.
I just wanted to tell you that
everything's gonna be okay.
I mean I know things have been
pretty shitty.
You know,
and I've been pretty shitty.
But I want you to know that
I hope you're alright.
Cigarette.
Cigarette.
Okay.
Cigarette.
Sorry.
Um,
so, I gotta, uh,
I gotta go do some things.
I mean I'm gonna be gone
for a while,
but you know, I'm--
I'm gonna be back.
So don't worry, okay?
(INDISTINCT LYRICS)
(Indistinct chatter, laugther)
You look really pretty today.
(Exhales)
No, he's just some guy.
I had an accident. I promise.
Please, no, I--
please let me work tonight.
You know we're gonna be busy
and you know I can make you
lots of money.
Please let me work tonight.
Please, please, please, please,
please, please, please.
Mm-hmm.
Turn around.
No.
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(Microwave bell dings)
(Phone ringing)
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(Bottles clinking)
AMY:
No, no, no, no.
KEA:
Looks good, yeah?
I'm using the Korean cucumber
mask you gave me.
So it looks nice?
KEA:
Give me 40.
KEA:
Nothing.
(Scoffs)
KEA:
I hit it myself.
(Flicks lighter)
KEA:
You love me.
KEA:
They're still the same thing.
KEA:
What is this?
Amy, this is too much.
You made a mistake.
(Amy laughs)
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Come down with me
TAXI DRIVER:
So where are we going?
The Bulls' parking lot.
It's late, it's closed.
KEA:
Just go. You drop me off,
I'll go-- give you money.
TAXI DRIVER:
So where you been tonight?
Big party?
KEA:
No, I was at work.
TAXI DRIVER:
Work?
KEA:
Yeah.
TAXI DRIVER:
What kind of work?
I sing in a karaoke.
TAXI DRIVER:
Oh, for real?
Mm-hmm.
TAXI DRIVER:
Which bar?
Amy's.
-TAXI DRIVER: Amy's?
-Mm-hmm.
-TAXI DRIVER: I remember that.
-Yeah?
TAXI DRIVER:
Yeah, it's supposed to be
pretty nice.
Yeah.
I like it.
She's nice.
TAXI DRIVER:
Who?
-Amy.
-TAXI DRIVER: Oh.
KEA:
She's my boss.
She tried to give me
money tonight, extra money.
TAXI DRIVER:
Well, that's good.
She tried to give you
extra money.
Yeah, she tries to take
care of her girls.
Right here, right here.
Yeah, yeah,
I drop you off right here.
The lot is closed.
KEA:
No worries, Uncle.
I get off.
Goodnight.
(Footsteps)
KEA:
No.
(Kea running)
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Goddamn it!
What the fuck?
(Flicks lighter)
(Takes a drag)
(Phone ringing)
(Takes a drag)
(Dragging)
MAN 1:
Why don't you answer the phone?
Where is my van?
I gave you one thing to do
and now my fucking van is gone!
Where is it?
What?
You couldn't even watch
my fucking van!
(Whimpering)
Fuck!
(Crying)
You fucking crackhead!
You lost my van!
I lost my van.
(Sobbing)
(Birds chirping)
(Grandma chuckles)
GRANDMA:
Wonderful.
(Singing in Hawaiian)
Very good.
Grandma, is it gonna be alright?
(Machine whirring)
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Where are we?
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(Traffic noise)
Wait, wait, hold on, hold on.
Wait, wait, stop, stop, stop.
What are we doing?
Just...
KEA:
Just, just what?
Just, just...
You need to take a deep breath
and then spit it out.
Jesus Christ, what?
What, are you stupid?
You know what?
I'm not going with you.
Um, I need to find my van, so.
(Footsteps)
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REAL ESTATE AGENT: (On phone)
Hi, Waikiki Realty.
Hi, uh.
I'm returning a phone call
from you guys.
This is Kea.
I applied for one of the--
REAL ESTATE AGENT: (On phone)
Yeah, we actually gave that
to someone else,
but um,
check the website and there's
-other listings on there.
-What?
Why?
REAL ESTATE AGENT: (On phone)
Uh, you-- you didn't
qualify actually for this--
for this particular property,
but check out the--
check the website.
Okay, so why did one of them
get it and not me?
REAL ESTATE AGENT: (On phone)
Okay, honestly, I--
you're not gonna get
a place from anyone.
You need pay stubs.
You need credit for--
What do you mean, what does pay
stubs have to do with anything?
I have cash on me right now.
It's first month,
it's down payment.
REAL ESTATE AGENT: (On phone)
You don't have any
of those things.
What the fuck is a piece
of paper supposed to prove?
Like a pay stub?
What the fuck is that?
REAL ESTATE AGENT: (On phone)
I don't know what
you want us to do.
I'm sorry, I didn't--
REAL ESTATE AGENT: (On phone)
No, it's fine. Just--
Look, I need that room, okay?
No, you don't understand.
I don't have any place
to live right now.
I need that room.
How do--
REAL ESTATE AGENT: (On phone)
You're not gonna qualify
for anything.
Hello?
(Construction noise
in background)
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(Beeping)
AUTOMATED VOICE: (On phone)
First unheard message.
BRANDEN: (On phone)
I-- I--
I don't know why the fuck.
I was fucking crazy, Kea.
We can't do that.
I'm sorry,
I want you to go home.
I don't give a fuck
about the club.
Sorry.
COP:
My authority, my authority.
(Indistinct speech)
Back up.
-You resist, huh?
-HOMELESS MAN: No, no.
COP:
You resisting, huh?
(Indistinct chatter)
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(Dumbbells clinking)
(Ringing dial tone)
BRANDEN:
Pick up the phone.
KEA: (On phone)
Hello?
BRANDEN:
Hey, Kea.
Hey.
KEA: (On phone)
Hey.
Look, I, um...
I-- I'm sorry.
You hear me?
KEA: (On phone)
Yeah, I hear you.
Um.
Yeah, I was just about
to call you, actually.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, we miss you. We miss you.
Lana misses you. Lana!
Lana, come say hi to mommy.
KEA: (On phone)
No, Branden,
that's not why I--
BRANDEN: (On phone)
Lana! What?
KEA:
Branden, can you take me off--
Branden, take me off speaker.
Can you please take me
off the speaker?
-I--
-(Beeps)
What?
KEA: (On phone)
(Indistinct speech)
Oh, come on, Kea.
Let's not do this shit again.
I'm not gonna do
this shit again.
Hmm?
I called you to say I'm sorry.
I don't wanna fucking fight
about dumb shit anymore.
KEA: (On phone)
(Indistinct speech)
Okay, what then? What?
KEA: (On phone)
That's what I'm taking about.
What the fuck are you
talking about, Kea?
Why would I have
the fucking van? Huh?
KEA: (On phone)
I'm just asking if you--
You're just asking
if I stole the fucking van.
That's what you're asking.
And the thought
never fucking occurs to you
that the fucking crackhead
may have stolen the van.
Now don't fucking start
that shit with me, okay?
You don't think that that could
possibly be the case?
I called to fucking apologize.
No, I called
to fucking apologize.
I said I'm fucking sorry.
(Phone ringing)
Why don't you answer the phone?
Accused me of stealing
a fucking van!
Fuck you, Kea! Fuck you!
Fuck!
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(Birds chirping)
(Water flowing)
(Phone ringing)
-(Birds chirping)
-(Siren wailing in distance)
(Bell ringing in distance)
(Chirping continues)
()
(Fire flickering in background)
(Chirping continues)
(Fire flickering in background)
(Flicks lighter)
(Takes a drag)
(Sighs, takes a drag)
Thank you.
I don't know your name.
Wo.
My name is Wo.
Nice to meet you, Wo.
I'm Kea.
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(Sirens in distance)
(Indistinct lyrics)
I see memories of the past
Memories...
Of a place
-(Phone ringing)
-Wo, wait stop.
No, no. No.
UNCLE BULLY:
Just trust me,
everything will be alright.
GIRL:
Uncle, don't.
Uncle, no, uncle.
Oh, I gotta go,
I gotta take care
of some things, okay?
Telephone right over there.
Telephone right over there.
I'll call you on the phone.
Just trust me.
I'll call you on the phone,
okay?
Trust me.
Everything will be alright.
Answer the phone.
I'm gonna be right there, okay?
Just stay right here
and wait for me, okay?
It's a telephone.
Everything's gonna be alright.
I'll call you on the phone.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Everything's gonna be alright.
It'll be alright.
I'll call you on the phone.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Stay right here
and wait for me, okay?
Right over there.
(Indistinct speech)
I'll call you on the phone.
(Phone ringing)
UNCLE:
I'll call you
on the phone, okay?
Answer the phone.
YOUNG KEA:
No, uncle.
UNCLE BULLY:
(Indistinct speech)
Just trust me.
Everything will be alright.
There's a telephone
right over there.
Right there, okay?
Answer the phone.
You'll be okay.
-Right there, okay?
-YOUNG KEA: No.
UNCLE BULLY:
I'll call you on the phone,
okay?
Answer the phone.
I hear your voice of calling
Calling, calling to me
Oh, Waikiki
UNCLE:
Everything's gonna be fine.
Just stay right here
and wait for me, okay?
Stay right here
and wait for me, okay?
I call you on the phone.
Right over there.
I'll call you on the phone.
(Screaming)
No, no.
(Crying)
YOUNG KEA:
No.
(Kea crying)
Waikiki
My whole life is empty
without you
I must get her back
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(Birds chirping)
(Indistinct singing)
()
(Indistinct singing)
()
Tadaa!
(CHUCKLES)
And just like the guy whose feet
are too big for his but nothing.
Ow, ow.
(Laughs)
(Indistinct chatter
in background)
-Hey, that's uh--
-Huh?
-What keeps me going.
-Yeah.
(Clinking)
It's okay.
Eat, I know you're hungry.
Bro, what's up with that?
MAN 2:
She nice-looking.
(Men laughs)
MAN 3:
(Indistinct speech)
Every bite I take,
I can taste it.
MAN 2:
Shh, shh. Hey?
(Speaks Hawaiian)
-MAN 3: That's your friend?
-Fuck you, man. Shut up.
(Laughing)
Don't listen to them.
I gotta go pee.
(Lyrics in Hawaiian)
What's wrong with you, man?
I'm sorry, I'm trying.
I cannot answer every single
time you call.
You can't just show up
whenever you want.
That's not the way this works.
I am trying everything
I can right now
just to keep things together.
I work three jobs.
I don't have a place to live.
I lost the van.
Grandma, please tell me
it's gonna be okay.
Grandma, is it gonna be alright?
Please tell me
it's gonna be okay.
GRANDMA:
It's gonna be alright.
It's gonna be alright.
Muah, muah.
(Lyrics in Hawaiian)
It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.
I just wanted to say thank you.
(Indistinct chatter)
Hey.
No, for real, bro.
What the fuck is wrong
with you?
You're mental.
(Indistinct speech)
It's fucking disgusting.
How dare you?
-What the fuck is your problem?
-What the fuck is your problem?
Shut up. Shut your mouth!
You don't know us.
-(Laughing)
-Oh yeah, laugh. Laugh.
Laugh.
Well, it's funny.
It's funny as long
as it doesn't happen
to you, yeah.
What, you think
you're better than us?
-Shit.
-Yeah, you got a job now.
Fucking watch.
When the skyscrapers
are done being built, then what?
Show some fucking sympathy.
And aloha.
I mean you, Hawaii.
Shame.
Fucking shame.
(Panting)
()
(Panting)
(Truck horns blare in distance)
(Birds chirping)
()
(Bell ringing in distance)
BRANDEN:
Okay, I-- I--
I found the van, okay.
They towed it.
I'm worried.
I need to know you're okay.
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(Truck horn blares)
(Truck horn blares)
Hi.
Excuse me?
Hi, I've come to collect my van.
It's a champagne Toyota outside.
Driver's license, registration,
250 cash.
ATM is over there.
250? Really?
No, it's okay, I got it, uh.
The--
First license and registration.
Sorry.
KEA:
Um, I don't have
the registration.
It's in the van.
You need the registration.
No, it's in the van.
Like everything is in the van.
Please.
Everything I own is in that van.
Thank you.
(Chuckles)
Sorry, I can't give you the van.
It's not registered to you.
It's registered
to a Branden Cruz.
What?
But it's my van.
Everything I own is in that van
like go look in the van.
It's-- it's my van.
I can only give it
to the registered owner.
I am the owner.
I own the fucking van!
It's mine!
Lady, I'm just doing my job.
Fuck your job.
You stole my fucking van!
-Fuck you!
-WO: Hey.
Nothing I can do.
Get off me!
No, no, no.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey. Give me my van.
WO:
Kea, come back here.
Get outta my way. No. (Grunts)
-Hey! (Overlapping speech)
-Fucker.
-Relax.
-Let me go.
-Don't do this.
-No.
TOW YARD ATTENDANT:
Fucking beat it.
(Crying)
(Ship horn blares)
(Birds chirping)
()
(Singing in Hawaiian)
()
(Birds chirping)
()
(Waves crashing)
Waikiki
Tis for you that my heart
is yearning
My thoughts are
always returning
Out there to you
across the sea
Your tropic nights
and your wonderful charms
Are ever in my memory
And I recall
when I held in my arms
An angel sweet and heavenly
Waikiki
My whole life
is empty without you
I miss that magic about you
Magic beside the sea
Magic of Waikiki
Magic of Waikiki
(Audience clapping)
()
Come down with me
Have you ever tripped
through reality?
Come down with me
Come down and see
See what they've done
to Waikiki
And ask me, why won't you
open your eyes?
Can't you see
we lost our paradise?
There's too many people,
not enough sand
Can't they see
we want our land
And why do I grumble?
'Cause of concrete jungles
In a place
where people were once humble
Too much one-way signs
You know
I think they're blind
They can't even recognize
a don't-walk sign
Too much hotels
God, it looks like hell
No more Hawaiian style
()
So come down with me
Have you ever tripped
through reality?
Come down with me
Come down and see
See what they've done
to Waikiki
And ask me why,
dammit, open your eyes
Can't you see
we lost our paradise?
There's too many people,
not enough sand
Can't they see
we want our land
And why do I grumble?
'Cause of concrete jungles
In a place where people
were once humble
Too much one-way signs
You know
I think they're blind
They can't even recognize
a don't-walk sign
Too much hotels
God, it looks like hell
No more Hawaiian style
()
()
Come fly to Waikiki with me
Come fly to Waikiki with me
Where smiling faces,
you will see
Beautiful people all around,
I'd love to see
Let's run away and fly
to Waikiki
Come fly to Waikiki with me
Where gentle waves
caress the sea
Warm is the summer,
winter too, just you and me
Let's run away
and fly to Waikiki
Come fly to Waikiki with me
Where gentle waves
caress the sea
Warm is the summer,
winter too, just you and me
Let's run away
and fly to Waikiki
Let's run away
Let's run away
Let's run away
Let's run away
Let's run away
And fly to Waikiki