Haven Page #3

Come on.

You know you love it.

I just want to forget

about my life right now.

[Scoffs]

It's f***ed up. I hate my father.

No, yo. We gots to forget

about that. Come on, girl.

Tonight our night.

We gonna have fun. Come on.

This isn't your boat.

Yeah, yo. This-

This my brethren's boat.

My friend.

He cool with it. Don't worry.

It's the quickest way

across the island.

No worries, girl.

Here we go now.

Here we go.

Ladies first, of course.

Watch your step.

[Gunshot]

Raw, dude.

Here we go now.

Make yourself comfortable,

girl. Sit down.

A little something, Cayman style.

Yeah, sorry about that.

I don't think they got a radio here.

Oh, um, l-I don't drink.

You sure?

It's not that strong, man.

[Moans, Sighs]

To us. Of course.

You know, Pippa...

it's so crazy...

how you can meet somebody

for the first time...

and feel more connected to them...

than the people you've supposedly

known your whole life.

I feelin'like you're

this beautiful mango.

Ripe. Waiting

for someone to pick you.

Whoa.

[Laughs]

Central, you on patrol?

Yeah, looks like we got

a burglary on Cayman.

- [Man] Securityl Hello? Oil

- Sh*t.

You bastardsl

On your feet, Fritzyl

I thought this was your friend's boat.

[Man] Quite a nice Bimmer.

Was it yours?

[Dispatcher On Radio]

All unitsl All unitsl

Jesus.

Hey, what's all this?

Oh, hey, bro.

There was a shootout.

Yeah, man.

It's the end of an era.

[Man Narrating]

In 1973, there was only one inmate...

in the Cayman Islands Prison.

Since that time, there has been

an average of one murder per year.

The majority of these incidents

have fallen under three categories-

vehicular homicide...

domestic...

or drug-related-

all the incidents except one.

On the quiet side of the island, a group

of fishermen engaged in a heated debate.

The homicide was witnessed

by the fisherman's seven-year-old son...

who for nearly five years

did not say a word to anyone.

This earned him the nickname Shy.

[Man]

What's up, Shy?

Me and the boss takin' the boat out

tonight for some deep-sea fishing.

- You won't be needing me later then?

- No, no, no, man.

But I have two bookings

in the morning.

- I want you up and at 'em.

- This one here. We got this last week.

You guys are gonna love it.

It's brand-new.

- Cheers, Marvin.

- Take it easy, bro.

Good evening, sir.

- Marvin.

- How's it going, sir?

How are you?

This kid here-

- He work for me?

- Since high school.

Daughters and the wives love him.

You should see when he's working.

The tip jar is full.

I'm not running some kind of match

service here, man. Gentlemen.

[Door Closes]

[Laughs, Sighs]

You're home early. You can come

to church with me tomorrow.

Oh, Mom, I'd love to,

you know, but I've gotta go to work.

You know why I go to church?

To thank God for my good son.

Well, maybe you can tell

that to the boss then.

Or his daughter.

Oh, yeah.

I've been hearing things.

Mom, church ladies aren't

supposed to be gossiping.

I'm her teacher.

Schoolgirls do.

Now, you be careful.

You know me, Mom.

I'm always careful.

[Chattering]

Two carrot juice

and two fish soup, please.

- Thank you very much.

- Thank you. You're welcome very much.

[Chattering Continues]

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

- Fly Guy, Shy and Kimo.

- What's happening?

Snort in faith, dog.

Yo, Kimo, what's the deal with this switching

chips thing? It seems kind of shady.

You mean you been here all these years

and not figured that sh*t out yet?

Look, the barter system.

The sour cream and onions is the weed...

and the nacho chips,

that's the cash.

- It's a flawless system.

- Very creative.

Who you talkin' about?

But, yo, on a real note, check this.

Motherf***er! What'd you do?

Rob the marine supply store?

No, dog,

I went on the Internet.

Twelve-gauge

is just like a flare, man.

All I gotta do

is file it down a little bit.

Crazy f***er.

Hey, go shoot Shy with that.

Oh, blood, you need to chill out on him.

Where my 10 dollars is?

- Ten dollars for what?

- For what?

I went and got you weed.

And I'm hungry.

Here's your 10 dollars.

- Thanks.

- Now get the f*** out of here.

You the handle.

- You the blade.

- All right. Later.

##[Man Singing In Spanish]

[Man Speaking Spanish]

Is that Kimo,

the magnificent West Indian?

Yo. Yo, dog, I have to go

to school tomorrow.

I know, dog. But it's her birthday, man.

It's her birthday.

You know, ain't never known a brother

so p*ssy-whipped without gettin' no p*ssy.

You got a filthy mouth

for such a little dog.

My dog not little though.

- Scrapper.

- Scrapper what?

Teeny little scrapper.

Teeny-weeny scrapper.

Teeny-weeny nothin'.

I'm liftin' trunks, see? I'm liftin' trunks, see?

[Radio Static]

Her dad's on a fishing trip.

He'll be back in the morning.

But if I'm not back in two hours,

come call me. All right?

Toss a pebble at that window.

Do you see it?

Why don't she just come out

in the bushes and make this easier?

Kimo, this is the way

it works with the nice girls.

One day you'll get yours

and you'll know.

I do know she turned legal

about an hour ago...

and you better hurry before

them n*ggers start lining up.

Don't be turning on

that ghetto stereo.

Look, man, don't be

dissing my pookie, see?

You gotta take this bike and go.

Are you nervous?

We don't have to do this, you know.

We've got our whole

lives ahead of us.

Shy, what do you want

to do with your life?

Besides marry you?

Besides marry me.

Be serious.

I was being serious.

[Chuckles]

I don't know.

But I feel like I've got some time.

I'm not in any particular hurry.

See, that's what worries me.

You're four years older than me.

Three years, technically,

birthday girl.

Your life has no direction.

All your friends are in high school.

I bet Kimo's outside right now.

- [Laughs]

- Somebody's got to keep watch.

I'm just worried that you're

gonna be one of those island boys...

that's just stuck on spring break.

What are you saying?

I'm nothing like

those boys on spring break.

I've never made a pass at you, Andrea.

I love you.

- No. Shy-

- Let's just-

I want this.

I want to do this.

I know you.

[Rooster Crows]

[Radio Static]

[Horn Tooting]

[Horn Tooting]

[Sighs]

[Rooster Crows]

- Oh, sh*t.

- What?

[Sighs]

What?

Do I look like a monster?

No, baby.

You're beautiful.

But I gotta go.

- [Groans]

- Kimo messed up again.

Don't go.

[Sighs] I've got to.

Your dad'll be home.

[Groans, Sighs]

[Toilet Flushes]

[Door Closes]

- Drea?

- Just pretend like you're sleeping.

- [Knocking]

- Oh, sh*t.

Come on now.

Open the door.

- [Knocking Continues]

- Please. Quiet down, man. Your mom's sleeping.

Sh*t.

There's somebody in there.

- Is there a man in there?

- Uh.

Hammer!

A man inside her room?

Boy, go out and catch him!

Run around front!

[Grunting]

Open the door for Daddy now.

Sweetie, whatever's going on,

you can talk to me.

I have some people

you can talk to. Don't worry.

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