Haven Page #7

- And the cars.

- F*** you! F*** you!

- And the condos.

[Sighs]

Allen.

Jesus Christ, man.

Am I glad to see you.

- Where have you been?

- I'm sorry, man.

I called your office, your house.

I must've left 10 messages.

I had no idea.

I've just been busy.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Pippa's gone. L- I don't even know

where to begin to look.

Pippa's at the police station.

- The police station?

- Yeah.

- What happened?

- She just got taken in for something.

It's no big deal. She's fine.

That's why I'm here.

What are you doing on the island?

They came at me hard-

warrants, subpoenas.

Barely got to the bank in time.

- It's a good thing you sent that fax.

- Yeah. Which fax?

Oh, the one-Yeah, Sheila sent it

first thing this morning.

About the condo.

Yeah, that is lucky.

F***, they just- No warning?

They just come down on you?

That's too bad, man.

I can't believe that.

- I thought you had connections.

- Yeah. Yeah, l-

Y-You said that Pippa's okay?

Yeah, she's fine.

We should go and get her.

Let me just grab a couple things.

F***!

Son of a f***ing b*tch!

[Allen] F***, they just-No warning?

They just come down on you?

- Which fax?

- Dad, you got a fax!

Sheila sent it first thing this morning.

About the condo.

Special Agent Martinez.

[Lock Clicks]

Traveling light?

Heavy enough.

Let's go.

Hey, Carl. You should put that somewhere

safe, if that's what I think it is.

Let's just get to the station.

- I wanna see my daughter.

- You're on the run from the feds.

You wanna turn up at the police station

with a bag of incriminating evidence?

You are a f***ing adultl

- Act like it!

- [Groans]

[Gasping, Panting]

[Groans, Panting Continues]

Let me tell you something, Fritz.

I'd better not see you even riding in a car

if your name is not on the deed. Understand?

[Fritz Groaning, Muttering]

Not even to borrow your mum's

piece of sh*t wagon to get groceries.

Because if I find you in a car,

I'm gonna beat you...

- and throw you in the swamp!

- [Groaning]

We huntin' some

imaginary people, bro.

It's a nice crib though.

- [Chuckling]

- Sick f***.

F***in' empty!

I'm gon' kill Fritz, man.

I'm gon' kill him!

Wherever I see him,

I don't care- I'm gon' kill him!

If I have to find the girl,

they'll have to find your body!

Why, dude-

[Screams]

- Where are my f***in' glasses?

- I don't know!

Christ.

[Dryer Buzzer Buzzes]

##[Dance]

- [Gunshot]

- [Screaming]

Shy, you're gonna kill me now?

What the f*** did I do to you? Huh?

I lived to love your sister.

What was so f***in' wrong with that?

F*** you.

- That wasn't love.

- What the f*** do you know about love? Huh?

Do you know what it means

to love? Do you?

Do you know what it means to look

into someone's eyes, someone you love?

Do you?

She was so f***ing innocent, man.

She was so pure,

and she loved me.

You f***in' embarrassed

my family, Shy.

My sister had everything

before she started dealin' with you.

- I just saw her being f***ed in a toilet!

- And who's fault is that? Huh?

What does she got now?

She's better off now, is she?

She's f***ing better off being f***ed

in a cubicle by some f***ing stranger?

I can't stand you, brethren.

That's the way it is.

This didn't scar me, man.

You scarred her.

F***ing live with that.

You f***ing live with that.

You.

- [Exhales]

- Bloody been in here for 48 hours.

[Beeping]

I put it in first thing on Monday.

Cash business as usual.

It's too big.

I got it.

Only two people in the world

know this combination-

me and God.

And he's too busy to remember.

Don't worry. Come on.

Let's go and find her.

Put this jewelry somewhere now.

[Exhales, Whispers]

What the f***?

[Buzzer Buzzes]

Is she all right?

- Yeah, she's fine.

- What are the charges? Drugs?

- No, no. There are no charges.

- Then what are they holding her for?

Just because they've had

a bit of a rough night.

A shooting, a burglary. The sh*t's

hit the fan tonight for some reason.

Hi, Andrea.

Have you seen him?

Yeah, man. We saw him down

by the dock just now.

Dock by the dock.

Without a doubt, yeah.

So you come to the Cayman Islands,

and you don't even call me?

I should be horsewhipped.

- Where's Allen?

- He left with them.

[Clears Throat]

Courtesy of a grateful nation.

For you and your family.

- Thank you.

- There'll be a lot of questions asked.

Where the money went.

Where it came from.

Who betrayed whose client.

Cayman police are gonna come

looking for you.

God bless America.

Sweetheart?

- Are you okay?

- Daddy.

- They treat you all right?

- [Whimpers]

Extradition time, Carl.

Vacation's over.

What?

Carl?

One minute.

Hold up.

I gotta go off

with these guys for a while.

- What happened?

- I f***ed up, baby. I f***ed up.

I wish I could say something

that would make it all right, b-but I can't.

- What?

- You'll be okay. You'll see. It'll be okay.

Baby, you're so beautiful.

You'll be okay. It's okay.

- Daddy-

- Just look to your memories.

It's all you'll ever need.

- I love you so much. Do you know that?

- Gotta go.

- Please. Please!

- Take him back.

- Goddamn itl

- No. No. It's gonna be all right.

I want him in my car.

Can't just come to these islands

and exploit these people.

They don't deserve it.

[Carl]

Baby-

- Mr. Allen, why are you-

- Thanks for coming down, Sheila. Keep the car.

Come on, sweetie.

I'll look out for you.

I've been looking for you all night.

I lost my way...

and I'm sorry.

Baby, I really needed you.

It's just that...

you're my heart.

And when you broke...

[Sobs]

I broke down with you.

I want to be with you, Shy.

I don't care what my father thinks.

I don't care what Hammer thinks.

I care about you.

You don't know.

[Andrea]

Know what?

F*** you, Shy. Huh?

I'd rather my sister be a whore

in the f***ing streets than f*** with you!

- [Gunshot]

- [Groans]

[Whimpering]

F*** it!

I'm sorry.

[Rapid Breathing]

- Patrick?

- [Martinez] You're on the clock.

Yeah. Patrick!

[Martinez]

Hey.

Listen to me.

That piece of ass you call a secretary is at

the station right now making herself a deal.

So you have a choice- pack your sh*t

and meet us here in five minutes...

or your family's

gonna be visiting you in prison.

It's all right.

I'm traveling light.

Yeah.

Twenty-eight pounds.

- What? Pardon?

- Don't you remember what you asked me, Allen?

In Miami?

You want to walk into a Realtor

with a million dollars in cash?

- Do you have any idea

how much that would weigh?

- A million dollars.

One-hundred-dollar bills.

Twenty-eight pounds.

[Martinez]

Chop chopl

Where have you been?

Don't do that to me again, okay?

Talk to me.

I've been so worried.

You ready? Come on!

We've got to go!

[Beeping]

F***. Allen!

F***!

F***!

Oh, no.

You...

f***ing...

f***ing...

f***ing, f***ing, f***ing-

Sh*t!

Oh, f***ing, f***ing...

f***ing, f***ing, shitting...

f***ing Christ!

[Exhales]

We haven't got any money.

This f***ing place.

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