Haven

- [Waves Breaking On Shore]

- [Birds Twittering]

[Seagulls Squawking]

- I missed you.

- I missed you.

So where's the family?

Hammer's on the wave runner.

Mommy and Daddy

are on the beach.

Way down on the beach.

You're safe.

[Phone Ringing]

- Hello?

- I'm saying good-bye, man.

Gene.

What's the matter?

- The Fall of Rome.

- Where?

Where else?

Allied Cayman Bank.

I just got the word.

They're coming in 15 minutes.

You're joking.

You're just telling me this now?

- You're supposed to keep me informed.

- Your clients will understand.

- F*** the clients. I'm talking about me.

- What?

Gene, you've gotta go in

and transfer my account.

- I didn't know you had one.

- You think I'd live in a f***ing tax haven...

making other c*nts rich

and not put something aside for myself?

You're not supposed

to have an offshore account.

- How much are you in for?

- Everything. Just over a million.

- Jesus. I'm sorry, brother.

- [Elevator Bell Dings]

There are 500 banks on this

f***ing island, Gene. We'll be all right.

Okay? Gene-

[Line Disconnects, Dial Tone]

[Sirens Wailing]

[Exhales]

I'm looking for the prospectus

for the condo property.

[Woman] Uh, I must have left it

back in the office, sir.

Yeah, I bring you to Miami

for two f***ing hours.

You bring a roller case full of f***-knows-what

and forget the most important piece-

- Allenl

- Carl.

- Welcome to Florida.

- How's it going?

Oh, hi. You guys have

a good trip in?

Allen, I've been thinking it over,

and I really think this is the end of it.

I'm out.

It's just with my daughter's

I'm thinking it's time

to take the higher road.

Um, we can deal differently. You know,

we can go into hedge funds, bonds-

No, no, no, no.

That's not my style.

Besides, what's all this

I've been reading...

you know, about the banks down there

closing left and right?

Th-They're just clearing out the riffraff-

you know, the f***ing c*nts-

and leaving the way clear

for legitimate businessmen...

uh, like yourself.

So what are you gonna do

with all the money under the mattress?

What about the condo? I invest 1.5.

I don't even get a brochure?

Don't worry. I'll get my idiot secretary

to fax you one as soon as we get to the island.

- You should lighten up on her.

- F*** her. Excuse me.

[Horns Honking]

So, Pip, you're 18.

You gonna get laid sometime soon?

Hey, as soon as I find a decent man.

[Girl] Good luck with that.

The boys at our school?

- Are you serious?

- [Carl] Good evening, ladies.

- [Girl] Hi, Mr. Ridley.

- Hey, Dad, you made it.

- Of course.

- [Kisses]

- Happy birthday, sweetheart.

- Thank you.

Okay.

[Gasps]

I'm so proud of you, sweetheart.

We'll celebrate this weekend, okay?

- Why are you leaving so soon?

- Oh, come on. You don't

want me spoiling your party.

- Eighteen years old! Oh, my God!

- [Laughing]

- Bye, sweetheart.

- Bye.

- Love you guys.

- Thank you.

Nice. Let me see.

[Radio:
Deejay]

Different game in the a.m. I

Looking for caller number 13

on this unlucky Friday.

Gonna be lucky for somebody.

Good morning, Miamil Whool

##[Radio:
Woman Singing]

##[Continues]

Sheila, it's Carl.

No, no, no. Me first.

I feel like an ass.

L-That scene yesterday,

that whole charade.

##[Continues]

I should've called you,

and I'm sorry.

I just don't want you to think

it didn't mean anything.

Sheila? Hello? Sheila?

Bye, Dad. Love you.

- Hey, Consuela. I'm leaving.

- [Ringing]

- Would you like something to eat?

- Oh, sure.

- Can you wrap it up for me?

- How was your birthday?

Oh, it was so much fun.

I wish you could've been there.

- Okay, I gotta go. Bye.

- Okay. Have a nice day.

- Dad, you got a fax!

- Drive safely, honey.

[Fax Machine Beeps]

[Police Radio Chatter]

[Knocking]

Is Mr. Ridley available?

It's okay.

Carl Ridley. Special Agent Martinez,

Department ofTreasury.

- Am I under arrest?

- No, no, no. No.

We're just here

to serve you this subpoena.

We need to seize anything

that might be relevant business-wise.

Consuela, get these men

what they need.

- Okay, mister.

- Excuse me. I'm late for an appointment.

Good luck with that

appointment, Carl.

Let's get to work.

Take it all.

[Man]

You two, upstairs.

[Horns Honking]

[Woman]

Five, six, seven, eight, nine.

Okay, jumping jacks.

And one, two, three, four...

five, six and seven and down.

- And one, two-

- What are you doing?

- Pippa, sweetheart, I need to talk to you.

- No, stop.

- I'm her father.

- You can't take a student out of class.

- Don't.

- Please.

Sirl [Blows Whistle]

Sirl

Folks, this is

your captain speaking.

We'd like to welcome you

to Owen Roberts International Airport...

in George Town

on Grand Cayman Island.

[Horns Honking]

Is there some other way

you can get around this?

Oh, be cool, cat.

It's 4:
15 on a Friday.

Don't know where

you're rushing to, man.

##[Woman Singing Reggae]

##[Continues]

## [Singing Continues]

- ##[Continues]

- It's a shrine to all the fishermen passed on.

It's all closed, man.

They won't be openin'till Monday.

- What about Cayman Merchant?

- They've been closed for the last four months.

- Pippal

- That's my father there.

Pippal

Come on, honey.

We gotta go.

We weren't expecting you

for several weeks, Mr. Ridley.

Yeah, I know.

I must say

you have a lovely daughter.

She's not exactly digging my chili

at the moment, if you know what I mean.

[Laughs] Oh, goodness, yes.

I have one of my own.

[Laughs]

Yeah.

- Something wrong?

- I only seem to have the spare key at the moment.

Oh, that's fine. We'll come down

if we need anything.

- Okay. Thank you, Mr. Ridley.

- See you later.

Thank you.

Come on, Pip.

It's C-4.

What, you're not

speaking to me now?

You had this planned

the whole time.

It was supposed to be a place

for us to spend Christmas.

- A surprise.

- Yeah, well, I'm f***ing surprised.

Hey, you know what?

Look at me!

Hey, we're gonna start over.

It's gonna be okay.

How? Everything we had

was back there.

Well, I'll hire someone

to pack up the house.

We'll get you a new car.

How does that sound?

It's not about the stupid car, Dad.

It's my friends, memories.

Mom was buried in Miami.

You can't just pack that stuff up into a box.

Honey, they were

gonna take everything.

They already have.

- Huh? [Gasps]

- Oh!

Sorry. Um, pardon. Oh.

It's 949-9211. Call me.

I'm sweatin' you out here.

Dad, can you have somebody

come change the sheets in my room?

- What's wrong?

- I don't like the color.

- Well, sure, sweetheart.

- I'm going to the beach.

Have fun.

[Seagulls Squawking]

She doesn't like the color.

That's my princess.

[Beeping]

Darren. Two more. Blue.

Good stuff.

[Man] Yo, bloods,

I not askin'ya. I tellin'ya.

I had to fight the b*tch off

to get my clothes on.

You don't believe me?

Man, I ain't got to prove nothin', blood.

- Who I be's in here? Who I be's?

- Hey, Fritz Boy, right?

Yeah. You left your

wallet and your watch.

- Yeah, sorry about that,

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