Haven (2004) - full transcript

[calming music]

- I missed you.
- I missed you.

- So where's the family?

- Hammer's on the WaveRunner.

Mommy and Daddy
are on the beach.

Way down on the
beach, you're safe.

[phone ringing]

- Hello?
- I'm saying goodbye, 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.

- Fuck the client,
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 fucking tax haven,

making other cunts rich

and not put something
aside for myself?

- If you live on the island

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.

- There are 500 banks on
this fucking island, Gene.

We'll be all right.

Okay, Gene...
[anticipatory music]

[police sirens wailing]

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 fucking hours.

You bring a roller case
full of fuck-knows-what

and forget the most
important piece--

- Allen!
- 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 18th birthday,

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?

- They're just clearing
out the riffraff,

you know, the fucking cunts,

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.

- Fuck her, excuse me.

- So, Pip, you're 18, you
gonna get laid sometime soon?

- Hey, as soon as I
find a decent man.

- [Woman] Good luck with
that, the boys at our school?

Are you serious?
- Good evening, ladies.

- Hi, Mr. Ridley.
- Hey, Dad, you made it.

- Of course.

Happy birthday, sweetheart.
- Thank you.

Okay.

- 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.

18 years old, oh, my God!

Bye, sweetheart.
- Bye.

- Love you guys.
- Thank you!

- Bye bye!
- Nice, let me see.

[faint chattering]

- [Man] On this unlucky Friday!

But it's gonna be
lucky for somebody!

Good morning, Miami, wow!

- Sheila, it's Carl.

No, no, no, me first,
I feel like an ass.

I, that scene yesterday,
that whole charade.

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?

- [Pippa] Bye Dad, love you.

Hey, Consuela, I'm leaving.

- Would you like
something to eat?

- Oh, sure.

Can you wrap it up for me?
- Oh that's it.

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.

[ominous music]

- [Man] Is Mr. Ridley available?

- It's okay.

- Carl Ridley Special Agent
Martinez Department of Treasury.

- 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.

- [Consuela] Okay, mister.

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

- [Martinez] Yeah good luck
with that appointment, Carl.

Let's get to work, take it all.

- [Man] You two, upstairs.

- 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.
- Not now, I'm her father.

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

- Don't.
- Please.

- [Teacher] Sir,
[whistling], sir!

- [Man] Folks, this is
your captain speaking.

We'd like to welcome you to

Owen Roberts
International Airport

in George Town on
Grand Cayman Island.

- 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.

[singing in foreign language]

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

- It's all closed, man, they
won't be opening till Monday.

- What about Cayman Merchant?

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

- Pippa!
- That's my father there.

- Pippa!

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.
[laughing]

- Oh, goodness, yes,
I have one of my own.

- Yeah.

Something wrong?

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

- [Carl] 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
fucking 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.

Hey 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?
- 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.

She doesn't like the
color, that's my princess.

- Darren, two more, blue.

- Good stuff.

- Yo, bloods, I not
askin' ya, I tellin' ya.

I had to fight the bitch
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,
sweetness shut up, y'all.

I was doin' the drinking
thing last night.

I must've walked
into the wrong condo.

Or the right condo,
depending on how you see it.

- I guess drinking's
not for everyone.

- [Boy] Thanks.

- [Man] I do appreciate what
you've done for me, Allen.

Just think about the
family, man, be smart.

- I am smart, for God's sake.

- Mind if I chill here?

- [Pippa] I'm keeping
the pot you left.

Call it a room charge.

- Yeah, that's
cool, that's cool.

I can get you some more
of that if you want.

- I'm sure I'll have no
problem finding drugs

on a Caribbean island.

- Cayman is a little
different than America.

Gotta have connections.

Fritz.

- [Pippa] Pippa.

[foreboding music]

- Can you break a hundred?

- Yeah man can break anything.
- Oh.

Looks pretty good.

- Very tasty.

- You use some kind of
special sauce, right?

- Yo, chicken specialist!

That little brown boy
Fritz, you seen him?

- No, king man.

- Pippa!

Where have you
been all this time?

- Hey, Dad.

I was with Fritz, he's
the son of the manager.

- What happenin', Mr, carl?
- Yeah, pleasure, let's go.

- See you later.

- All right, cool,
we'll link later.

C-4, right?

- Allen, where are you?

Call me when you get
this, or better yet,

get your ass over here.

I'm starting to feel
like a fuckin' hostage.

I don't know whether to hang
here or come look for you, C-4.

♪ To ease, I grief

♪ Too much agony

♪ Living in the
limits of a big city ♪

♪ A little collie weed

- Psst, Pippa?

What happening, come here.

♪ Too much insanity

♪ In this society

- What are you doing here?

- Shh, don't wake
your father up, man.

- He's already sleeping.

- So, what's goin'
on, look at you, girl.

You ready or what, comin'?

- Not tonight, I'm
really jet-lagged.

- From Florida?

Come on, you're
talkin' foolishness.

It's your first night.

Come on, gonna be live tonight.

My cousin throwin'
a little party.

Fool, come on.
- I can't.

- I brought you something.

- You got this from
the door, stupid.

- [laughing] Look, no, no. I...

It's just, I couldn't find one
as pretty as you, of course.

- Has that line
ever worked for you?

- You gonna come, right?

Come on, girl, you
know you wanna dance.

Shake your thing, like
they say in America.

- All right, let me
just get dressed.

- No, no, no, no, no.

It's bad luck to leave
a conch shell inside,

what's wrong with you?

- [Pippa] I'll take my chances.

- What are you doing?

- I left some beers in the
fridge, I gotta get 'em.

What happened to my sheets?
- Okay.

- Wait, your father, shh.
- Go, yeah, my father.

- They soft and
caressable like me, girl.

- [Pippa] Yeah, uh-huh.

- Fuck.

Oh, God.

- You like right?
- Hey?

How come every time I see you,
you've got a different car?

- Connections, girl,
this is my island.

I run this motherfuckin'
rock, [mumbling].

I tellin' ya, I not askin' ya.

- What did you just say?
- Boo, run it, girl.

- Yo, boo, think
she wearin' panties?

- This is lookin' fun.
- Yeah, girl.

The party's not happenin'
without Fritz, you know that.

Fuck!

- Fritz?

- Pippa!

- Hey, yo, yo, yo,
what's up, sexy?

When are you gonna
give me some of this?

- [Woman] Oh, behave, Jesus,
what the fuck are you doing?

- [Fritz] Sorry, big man.

[singing in foreign language]

- Yo, Fritz, what up?

- You're not listening to me,
you're not listening to me!

- [Fritz] Fuck!

- [Woman] I can't believe
that Richie grabbed

my fucking vagina
on the way in here.

- [Woman] He's lucky he
didn't lose his ring.

- Fuck the both of you.

Fucking together.
[laughing]

I'm sorry, um, can I help you?

- No, I just, I saw your iguana.

- Why don't you sit down,
sister, take a line off.

- [Man] Everybody
get the fuck out!

- [Man] Hammer, some
dude outside lookin'

for your sister, yo.

- Fucking pussyhole, got this.

- Rich, what goin' on, man?

Shoo, this party live, man.

Whoo, this my juice!

Look at this--
- What the fuck you doin'?

- Why the rise?

- Shut the fuck up,
you crash into my ride.

You hop in talkin' about we're
gonna work some shit out.

Four fuckin' months, nigga?
- Yeah, man, I've been trying!

Rich, I've been tryin' to
work somethin' out for you.

- Yeah, the shit better be
workin' out right now, man.

- Oh, you know Fritz?

- It is a small island,
everybody knows Fritz.

- Seriously, did he,
um, show you the sunset,

or try the one about how the
water's prettier at night?

- Uhm, no...

Actually, he, uh,
he gave me a shell.

- Watch out, that
guy's a land shark.

- You don't understand, he left
her on the side of the road.

- You want a bump?

- I got dollars on my brain.

- Rich, I know, man, you
bad, man, I know that.

- [Rich] Yeah?

- I know somewhere where
you can get more than enough

money to fix your car right now.

Tonight. Right now!
- Speak.

- Shit, fuck.

Goddamn jerk chicken.

- Do you guys have
any pot though?

It really helps me focus.

- What are we, fuckin' Rastas?

- Season spliff,
island tradition.

- Oh, my God, thank
you guys so much.

You have no idea, my dad
has just been such a jerk.

- So, are you just visiting,
or, um, did your dad,

start a hedge fund, fuck
the boss and retire early?

- Um, neither, really.

- She's a lifer, definitely,

you can just see it in her eyes.

Welcome to our little island.

- Um, do you guys know
where the bathroom is?

- It's over there.

- This is fucked up, Eva.

- She's not gonna
last six months.

- With Fritz, I'd be surprised
if she lasts the weekend.

- [Eva] Slut.

- There's somebody in here.

- Bitch, there's room for two.

Here, have some stabilizer.

Courtesy of Rich Boy Rich.

Of course, you might know me
as Nigga Rich, behind my back.

- I would never use that word.

- Yo, baby, I don't
give a fuck, all right?

I got no chip on my
damn shoulder either.

- Stop all that drinking,
psst, baby love.

- What happened?

- Where the fuck have you been?

You just left me, I
don't even know anybody.

- I know. I know.

I sorry, are you okay
did they hurt you?

- Just take me away from here.

- Pippa, Pippa, anything
them girls say, they lyin'.

They schized-out coke
fiends. don't listen to them.

- I don't care,
just take me home.

- Hey, I can't do
that right now.

I'll take you for some
fresh air, come on, come on.

Yo, Fritz, don't go out
there, they fightin', man.

- [Fritz] Fuck!

- Did he say there's a
fight, who's fightin'?

- Some niggas always got
to fuck up a good time.

Let's go to your house.

- Pippa, Pippa?

- So you cool?

Yo, there's this
song you need to add

to the soundtrack
of your life, girl.

Come on, you know you love it.

- I just want to forget
about my life right now.

It's fucked 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.

[banging]

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.

- [Pippa] Oh, um, I don't drink.

- You sure, it's not
that strong, man.

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

I feelin' like you're
this beautiful mango.

Ripe, waiting for
someone to pick you.

- Whoa.

- Central, you on patrol?

Yeah, looks like we got
a burglary on Cayman.

- Security hello, oi!
- Shit.

- [Man] You little dirty
bastard, on your feet, Fritzyl

- I thought this was
your friend's boat.

- [Man] Quite a nice
Bimmer, was it yours?

- [Man] All units, all units.

- Jesus.

- Hey, what's all this?

- Oh, hey, bro,
there was a shootout.

Yeah, man, it's
the end of an era.

- [Man] 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.

- 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 look, 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.

- 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.

Two carrot juice and
two fish soup, please.

Thank you very much.

- Thank you, you're
welcome very much.

- 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 shit 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.

- Motherfucker, 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 fucker, hey,
go shoot Shy with that.

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

where my 10 dollars is?

- 10 dollars for what?
- For what?

I went and got you
weed, and I'm hungry.

- Here's your 10 dollars.
- Thanks.

- Now get the fuck outta here.

- You the handle.

- And you the blade.
- All right, later.

[singing in foreign language]

- 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 pussy-whipped without
gettin' no pussy.

- 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?

- 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 niggas 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.

[calming music]

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
wanna do with your life?

- Besides marry you?

- Besides marry me.

Be serious.

- I was being serious.

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.

- Somebody's gotta 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 wanna do this.

[calming music]

I know you.

[rooster crowing]

- Oh, shit.
- What?

What, do I look like a monster?

- No, baby.

You're beautiful,
but I gotta go.

Kimo messed up again.

- [Andrea] Don't go.

- I've gotta, your
dad'll be home.

[toilet flushing]

- Drea?

- Just pretend like
you're sleeping.

Oh, shit.

- Come on now, open the door.

- Please, quiet down,
man, your mom's sleeping.

- Shit.

- 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!

- 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.

[speaking foreign language]

- How you been?

Can I have some of this?

I'll come back, Mommy.

Yo, what's up, man?

- I can't believe you
didn't wake me up man!

- What am I? Your
pussy watchman?

I need my eight hours.

I must say though,
dog, you got skills.

I need to try your
cologne or something.

- I'm serious.

I just hope she doesn't get
in too much trouble, man.

- Her, you need
to worry about if

the Hammer gonna
chop you to pieces.

- He's a rich boy,
the worst he can do

is get his dad to fire me.

You know how he got that name?

- 'Cause he hammers
people to pieces?

- No, man.

Andrea hit him in the head with
a hammer when he was a kid.

He's got a little
dent right there.

- He had you runnin' though.

- Only 'cause your
ass didn't wake me up.

- That your ride?
- Yeah.

- Which reminds me.
- Hmm?

- You owe me a bicycle now, dog.

- Come on, man.

Yo, we're all dogs, man, but,
yo, some of us just pedigree.

- Kimo! How you doin'?

Hey, I'll see you at school.

- Whitey boy.

- Why, why doesn't he like me?

- Well, you're just not from
around here, that's all.

It's cool.

[funky music]

Ah, my boy, what's happenin'?

It's a day of work.
- The boss not here.

- Boss not here, where is he?

- Hey, yo, Antoine.
- Yeah, yo.

Someone last night
raped his daughter.

- Raped her? Raped her?

Yo, I've gotta go.
- Bro gone mad.

[anticipatory music]

- When acid is added to
the universal indicator,

what color does it turn?

- [Group] Red.

- We can then
neutralize the acid by

adding small amounts
of alkali drop by drop.

And what color does it get to?

- [Group] Green.

- [Teacher] Now, make sure
that those test tubes...

- Psst, yo, Keisha.

Girl, what's up with you
and this tub o'lovin'?

Girl, you know I got a
sickness for the thickness.

- Kimo.

- [Kimo] Shy, what
are you doin' here?

- I'm looking for Andrea,
have you seen her?

- No, man.

Oh, you come to
get some more, huh?

A little quickie
in the washroom.

- Kimo you've gotta stop
saying that shit, man,

you're gonna get me in trouble.

- Yo, Shy, you were at
my house this morning.

That was you,
motherfucker, I saw you.

You come to my house,
and you rape my sister.

- No, no, no. I didn't
rape your sister, man.

- I saw you there.

You lie to me about
raping my fucking sister?

- You fuck with
my father's name.

- I didn't rape your sister.

You fuck with my
family name, huh?

[screaming]
[bell ringing]

- Break it up! Break it up!

I want you, you and you to the
office right now, let's go!

- I don't want you
to worry, baby.

But you have to
understand this is not a,

some kind of innocent mischief.

This is a serious
situation here.

We make mistakes.

- It wasn't a mistake.

- Darling, you don't
understand what love is.

You don't know man-woman love.

I will talk to the police.

I will handle all
the legal concerns.

- But why?

- Because this boy, he
come in through a window--

- I let him in.

- You never let no
one in your house!

Eh?

You let him in for what?

To steal the first
night of your womanhood?

Am I to put bars on the window?

- Shy.
- I'm sorry, Mom.

- What happened here,
why were you here today?

- I'm serious, kid,
it's gangster, bro.

This is, this is beyond...

Once you do this, then
there no coming back.

- It was just some mix-up,
one of the gangster kids--

- You've gotta leave this
school yard stuff behind.

- I know.

- You know how I
feel about fighting.

- Don't touch this shit, I
don't even want this on me, bro.

- I don't pick fights,
look at this face.

It takes after you.

Come on.
- Stop it.

- Hey, you the handle.
- You the blade, man.

[anticipatory music]

- Hey, yo, for real, though,

what happened with
you and Hammer?

I mean he can't let
this shit go, move.

- Yeah, that shit goes way back.

He came and worked with us
one summer down at the dock,

trying to impress
his father and all.

My future brother-in-law, man,

he's got a whole lot of
proving to do to the world, yo.

- Yeah, but he gotta be
jealous too, though, man.

I mean the brother not
blessed with good looks.

I prettier than him.

In fact, he ugly, dog.

- You're such a pretty boy.

- Ah, move, move.

- And, yo, I'm serious
about that bike, dog!

Yo, Hammer, what
are you doing, man?

This is my house.

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck, Hammer!
[ominous music]

♪ Don't you go

♪ To turn around

♪ I know the moon

♪ Hands tied us

♪ Can you find

♪ Where hides the love

♪ Breathing down

♪ Your neck

- [Woman] Andrea,

do you know why you've been
made to come to these sessions?

- Because I had a little sex.

Just like every
other girl my age.

I don't understand
what's the big deal.

- I see you're getting
really upset about this.

Let's talk about something else.

- Yeah, let's talk
about something else.

- [Woman] Let's talk about Shy.

- No, we're not gonna
fucking talk about Shy.

Leave him alone.

- [Woman] Have you tried
reaching out to him?

- He used to call
me, on his bad days.

He don't want to see me though.

He don't want to see anybody.

Have you ever been in love?

- [Woman] Yeah.

- I'm gonna go now.

Just tell my daddy I
stayed the full hour.

Fuck it, write
whatever you want.

- Hey, today Friday the 13th.

Nobody don't go
fishing on the 13th.

- Yeah, Shy.

It's bad luck, man, you
better stay ashore today.

- But if you want,
you can come and play

a game of dominoes with us.

Poor sufferer.

- You know, they released
your brother today.

He a little gangster now.
- Shut the fuck up.

- So what, we ain't gonna
be able to hang no more?

What's the deal, you want
me to just take you home?

Huh?

- No.

I want you to take me somewhere
and fuck the shit out of me.

- What's up, big man?

You're like a ghost
in broad daylight.

I never see you no more.

- I've been here, or
out fishing, you know.

- For real though, I,

I've been wondering
if you're all right.

- I'm survivin', you know.

- Put a CD player in the pookie.

You know, you should
roll out tonight.

Richie is having
his birthday bash.

It's gonna be a
pootenanny holiday.

- I'll catch you later, yo.

- Correction, you can't
just expect to drop out

of the world, man.

It's just looks.

You're still the same
person, you're my dog.

- It's just looks?

You wanna try walking
around like this?

I'm trying to keep
my heart clean, Kimo.

It was just a pebble
at a window, bro.

It was just a pebble
at a fucking window!

- I will sue this government.

They keep my boy in jail for
four months with no evidence,

no testimony, nothin'.

Four monthsl

And they can't find the fool,

the animal, that come and
molest me poor daughter?

My princess.

And you, Mr. Hammer.

You disgrace my name,
you disgrace my family!

Only one thing I do when you
were born, I give you a name.

You're not some pygmy in
a bush, you's a Sterling!

When them judge
you, them judge me.

And no man judge me!

If you run with them assholes,

you come out and
you smell like shit.

But you don't bring that
shit near the Sterling door.

- Is that why you didn't
come get me from jail?

- It's not a good time.
- For me either.

- [Andrea] No, hold on.

- Andrea who's
that on the phone?

- None of your business.

I'm here.

- I need to talk to you.

- Shy, this is gonna
get really complicated.

You cannot be in
my life right now.

- Eh? I can't what?

What are you saying, baby?

You sound so grown-up.

- That's what happens when
you leave someone alone.

- I didn't leave you, baby.

I didn't.

I'd never leave you, honey.

I just needed a
little bit of time.

- And we got plenty of that.

Remember? Isn't
that what you said?

Take all the time you need.

And when you're ready,

come out from your
fucking hiding place.

- Andrea--
- Just not!

Just not now.
[sad music]

[phone buzzing]

- Hey, mate.

I got your call, do you want
to get a drink or anything?

Listen.

Andrea's not the girl
you used to know.

I mean, there's, there's
been a lot of talk.

A lot of boys.
- Shut up.

- A lot of men.
- Shut the fuck up.

- I'm sorry.
- No need to say it.

- You're too good for her, man.

- Stop saying that.

Have you ever really
loved, Patrick?

Real love with someone
you can be with.

Let's go, come on.

[funky music]

- Where's your friend at?
- She's coming now.

- Hey, yo, yo, yo!

What's up, ladies,
what's up, what's up.

Girls how you doing?

- Happy birthday.
- Yeah, so, yo, yo, yo.

Come here, when you gon'
give me some of this, huh?

- Oh, behave, jesus, what
the fuck are you doing?

- Stingy bitch, not even a
little birthday pussy, huh?

- Nah, youngster see,
that's the herd mentality.

See, you tryin' to fuck
the cute one, right?

But if that fails, then you
find the youngest, weakest,

dirtiest member of the
crew and you take 'em down.

Got it?

- I'm Hammer, man.

- Nigga, I know who you are.

This nigga, man.

Hey, yo, boo, go get this
nigga some jumbo shrimp, man.

Come on, kid, let's
get this party crackin'

in this motherfucker, man!

- Sorry, man.

- This is not my scene, mate.

- I'm sure you can handle it.

- A season spliff lifts.

- Shy, Shy, Shy!

Couple of chairs
down here, mate.

- I'm sorry, um, can I help you?

- I tellin' ya, it had to
be at least a hundred grand,

still countin', cash.

- So, what you sayin'?

We should just kick down
his door, take his shit?

- No, big man.

Go through the front door, yo.

- I like that.

- If this goes wrong,

you better leave the island.

- Si.

- Fritz.

- Shut the fuckin' door, bloods.

- Get off of me!
- Bitch!

- Stop all that drinking,
psst, baby love.

- What are you doing here?
- Get off me, don't touch me!

- Your face.

- Are you high?

Are you high? You're high.
- No, I'm not high.

- Get off of her.
- No, Hammer!

- Huh, come on!
- Stop it!

Hammer!

Stop it!

Watch out.
- Shy, no!

- [Andrea] Leave
him alone, stop it!

Hammer!
- Kick him!

- Stop it, I fucking hate you!

- The way I see it,
you're my walking trophy.

So all these pussy-tail
wanna-be niggas know

who the real deal is.

You stay away from my
sister before I fuck up

the other side of
your face, huh?

You motherfucker!

- Stop it! Stop it!

No!
- Yo, yo!

[screaming]

- Fuck you leave us alone!
- Yo yo, Hammer!

Hammer, calm down.
- Go the fuck home!

Some shit gon' change,
huh, you go the fuck home!

Get off me, get the fuck off me!

Nobody fuck with Hammer, huh?

You want some, motherfucker!

Huh stay the fuck
away from my sister!

What the fuck, huh, go home!

Go the fuck home.

- Hey, yo, hey, yo Hammer!

Why you niggas bringin' drama?

Yo, Hammer, come
on, man, let's roll.

Fuck them niggas
bringin' drama and shit.

[groaning]
[foreboding music]

- Are you Patrick?

I'm Andrea.

- Listen, do you, do you
know of anywhere, um,

anywhere we could find
him, anyplace special?

- Every place was special.

- Hmm.

- What?

What does that mean?

- Just tell me where
I can find him.

- How the fuck should I know?

I don't know where he goes
and he hides right now.

You know, no, he's changed,
he's changed a lot.

- You have no idea.

God, do you have any concept
of what he's been through?

- I know what he's done to me.
- Oh!

Yeah, I've seen you at school.

I know what you've become.

I know what you've become.

You're not worth a second
of his time, not one second!

And he worships you, he...

He never stops
talking about you,

never stops thinking about you.

And I have no idea why, why?

- You tell me something.

Do you keep a picture
of him on your bedside?

You absolutely
fucking disgust me.

- I'm sorry, Patrick--
- Oh, don't apologize to me.

In fact, get out of my car.
- No, let's go find him.

- How dare you, get out
of my car, get the fuck--

- No!
- Get out of my car, get out!

- Fine!

Go!

- You sure you wanna do this?
- What?

- [Hammer] Yo, Rich,
you don't know me,

but I'm the first to roll
on any fossy motherfucker

who fuck with me.

But we're gonna smash in
and rob some tourists?

Some guests of the island
who didn't fuck with anybody?

Sounds messed up.

- You know what?

You gotta get out.

See?
- Come on, man.

- I know where you're
coming from, I understand.

But this shit is different.

- We need to keep our
business to ourselves,

and not the tourists.

- Fuck, they're our
bread and butter.

- Yeah maybe for you, Hammer.

You my boy and shit,
your family is rich,

but, dog, you just don't
understand this stuff.

- Fuckin' bar tip boy.
- He's right.

He's right, you
don't understand.

You can't understand.

I gotta get a piece, man.

By the hook or by the crook.

- [Friend] Yeah,
dog, you the handle.

[club music]

[ominous music]

- Yo, be Shy goin' there.
- I see him, man.

- Ask if gonna be there.
- All right.

Shy.

- Nigga Rich's party.
- Nigga Rich's party?

- Where they going now?
- They goin' Willie's.

- Willie's?
- Yeah.

But I catch you later though.

- Thanks, boys.
- All right.

Yeah you look worried, man.

[calm foreboding music]

- [Andrea] You're safe.

- Tell me a secret,

something you've never
told anybody else.

- Never told anyone before...

I fantasize about
making love to you.

What?
- No!

That is not fair.

I love you.

- Oh, I, uh,

filled out my applications
for university yesterday.

I'm thinking law or business,

something that
makes lots of money.

- Stupid people make
money these days, Patrick.

Clever ones just help
them look after it.

Times have changed.

- [Patrick] What do you mean?

- What do I mean?

I have a client in Miami,
high school educated.

One day some friends,
and friends of friends,

come along and say to him,

"Would you mind very
much looking after

Paid cash for his trouble.

And, uh, then, of
course, he needs someone,

to help him introduce
the cash into

the banking system here,
invest it, hide it.

Eh?

So that's it, we all
get little droppings.

Putting a clean
face on dirty money.

- Dad, do you,

do you not like what you do?

- I'm looking for the prospectus
for the condo property.

- Uh, I must have left it
back in the office, sir.

- Yeah, I bring you to
Miami for two fucking hours.

You bring a roller case
full of fuck-knows-what

and forget the most important--

- Allen, welcome to Florida.

- Good to see you.

- You guys have a good trip in?

- A few hiccups, this
is my assistant, Sheila.

- Yes, we've met.

- Oh, really?
- Cayman, briefly.

I think it was at church right?

- That's right, that's
right, at church.

That's right, I forgot.
- You went to church?

- Yeah, on my last
trip I decided to go

and take in some of
the local experience.

- It's good seeing you again.
- You too.

That's quite a
bag you got there.

You guys moving to Miami,

or am I about to
sign my life away?

- My sincerest
apologies, Mr. Ridley,

but there's some stuff
I need to fax you later.

Some stuff I have to--
- Carl. Please.

And, uh, use my home fax,
easiest thing in the world.

- Uh, we, uh--
- That's okay.

Is this your first
time to the States?

- Yes, sir.

- Check the office voice
mail, should we talk?

- You bet.

Hey, I'll look forward
to getting those papers.

Allen, look, I've been really
thinking this over, and,

I think this is the
end of it, I'm out.

I feel it's just time
to take the high road.

- We can deal
differently, you know.

We can go into
hedge funds, bonds.

- No, no, that's not my style.

- [Allen] What are
you gonna do with all

the money under the mattress?

- [Ridley] What about the condo,
I invest 1.5, I don't even?

- Mr. Ridley's a very nice man.

- Fancy him?

- No, sir.

- I saw you.

Lingering handshakes.

Well, he's very powerful.

- Allen, we discussed this.
- He's very rich.

The more you earn,
the less you keep.

- Well in that case, I
should've just brought in cash.

Hell I could've probably
gotten it for a million even.

- You wanna walk
into a realtor with

a million dollars in cash?

Didn't do a fucking thing.

Say, you'd make a good
team, wouldn't you?

♪ Don't you go

♪ To turn around

♪ I know the moon

♪ Hands tied us

♪ Can you find

♪ Where hides the love

♪ Breathing down

- Yes, this is Mr. Allen
from the Cayman Islands.

Special Agent Martinez.

Enforcement.

Hi! How's it going?

Listen thanks for getting
back to me so soon.

No, I was just with
him yesterday, hold on.

- What was the number
to Mr. Ridley's condo?

- C-4. Sorry.

No, they're on their way now.

- Uh, excuse me, sir?

Are we allowed to
fax bank statements?

- Just fucking do it, will you!

Sorry. Go ahead.

Jesus, you guys work
fast, don't you?

[phone ringing]

- Hello, Mr. Allen's office.

- [Carl] Sheila, it's
Carl, can you talk?

- Oh, Carl, I'm so
glad you called.

- No, no, me first,
I feel like an ass.

- Sheila?

- [Carl] That whole
charade with your boss.

- Sheila!
- Hello?

- Coming, Mr. Allen!

Dad! You got a fax!

- Take this down
to the post room,

get it packed up for shipping.

- [Man] So why are you leaving?

- Do you know the thing
about the Cayman Islands?

You know about the tax thing.

- Enlighten me.

- Years ago...

18th century, this place was
just all bushes and fishermen.

There was a storm.

A convoy of ships was
crashed on the reef,

and the locals risked
their lives to go out

and help the passengers,

one of whom turned
out to be the son of

King George III of England.

And His Majesty was so pleased,

that his son's life
had been spared,

that he decreed the Cayman
Islands had paid their

dues to the crown, and would
never again have to pay taxes.

Hundreds of years later,

the locals took it
upon themselves,

to open up that privilege to
the rest of the fucking world,

made a fucking mint.

- They fucking did, didn't they?

- Yeah.

That's why the
roads are all paved

and the streets
are fucking clean.

Because the locals know how
to work the fucking system.

That's what I want you to do,

just help me work
the fucking system.

- How?
- Well...

You're a senior manager.

That means you can
sign off on my account,

make deposits over
time, on my behalf.

- And where are you gonna be?

- [Man] I'll let you
have the house as well,

I'll be offshore.

- Or in prison.

- I'll be rich.

Rich white men
don't go to prison.

- I'll drink to that.
- You're a good man.

- Cheers.

- [Man] So do you want me to
tell you what we're gonna do?

- Bullshit, yo.

- I'm gonna take her inside.

Why don't you take our
boy down to see Powell.

- Fuck, man.

- This way, miss.

- What the fuck kind of
thing they dealin' with now?

- So, according to
this young lady,

when she and the other
gentleman got down to the dock,

the glass on the boat
was already smashed.

- Who is this other gentleman?
- Oh, I don't know.

He got away, so we
couldn't catch him.

Likely some local.

Mr. Allen, he's a lawyer right?

[phone ringing]

- Allen.

Get the phone.

Hello?

Allen, wake up!

Wake up, it's the police.
- Mmm.

What?

Ridley, is he on the island?

Yeah, okay, yeah,
I'll be right there.

- [Man] Allen, where are you?

I left five messages.

- [Wife] He called several
times during the day.

- [Allen] Why didn't
you fucking tell me?

- You're completely drunk.

Remember when we
first came here,

we used to sit by the ocean?

You liked the smell.

When was the last time
you smelled the ocean?

- Shut up.

- Turn the light off.

- Get out of the fucking car.

Walk.

- [Fritz] What goin'
on, Officer Powell?

What happenin'?

You know, Fritz, I been
on to you for some time.

Borrowing of the
cars, boats, condos.

I mean, I expect it from the
spring breakers, but you?

You live your whole
life on vacation.

You know what I think it is?

You're a fucking whitewashed,
wanna-be American.

You don't fit in
amongst the locals,

so you leech off of the next
batch of fucked-up girls,

that want a fling with
a little island monkey.

Oi I'm talking to
you, look at me.

- Don't fit in?

Officer Powell, my family
been here six generations.

Since tightropes
and turtle nets.

I think I can stick my dick in
any piece of sexy white beef

I feel is worthy...

- [Powell] What you doing?

- Where's your father?
- Uh, I don't know.

- You don't know?

- Don't know where
your father is?

Where are you living,
where are you staying?

How do you not know
where your father is?

- We just got
here, I don't know.

- You don't know much, do you?

- Look at you,
leeching off the rich,

living other people's lives.

The bloody boats.

- Come on!
- And the cars.

- Fuck you! Fuck you!
- And the condos.

- Allen.

Jesus Christ, man,
am I glad to see you.

Where the hell have you been?
- I'm sorry, man.

- I called your
office, your house.

I must've left 10 messages.

- Yeah I had no idea,
I've just been busy.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Pippa's gone, I, 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.

Fuck, they just, no warning,
they just come down on you?

That's too bad, manm
I can't believe that.

I thought you had connections.

- Yeah, yeah, I...

You said that Pippa's okay?

- Yeah, she's fine.

We should go and get her.

- Let me just grab
a couple things.

Fuck!

Son of a fucking bitch!

- Fuck, 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.

Traveling light?

- Heavy enough.

Let's go.

- Hey, Carl, you should
put that somewhere safe,

you know, if that's
what I think it is.

- [Carl] Let's just
get to the station.

I wanna see my daughter.

- [Allen] Carl 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 fucking adult!

Act like it!

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?

Not even to borrow your
mum's piece of shit wagon

to get groceries.

Because if I find you in
a car, I'm gonna beat you,

and throw you in the swamp!

- Yo we huntin' some
imaginary people, bro.

It's a nice crib though.

- Sick fuck.

- Fuckin' 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!

- [Fritz] Why, dude.

- [Powell] Where are
my fuckin' glasses?

- I don't know, I don't know.
- Christ.

[funky music]

[gun fires]
[screaming]

- Shy, you're gonna kill me now?

- What the fuck did
I do to you, huh?

I lived to love your sister,

what was so fuckin'
wrong with that?

- Fuck you.

That wasn't love.

- What the fuck 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?

Just to fucking look
in her eyes, do you?

She was so fucking
innocent, man.

She was so pure,
and she loved me.

- You fuckin' embarrassed
my family, Shy.

My sister had
everything before she

started dealin' with you.

- I just saw her being
fucked in a toilet!

- And who's fault is that, huh?

- What has she fucking got
now, what does she got now?

She's better off now, is she?

She's fucking better
off being fucked

in a cubicle by some
fucking stranger?

- I can't stand your brethren
and that's the way it is.

- This didn't scar me, man.

You scarred her.

Fucking live with that.

You fucking live with that, you.

- Bloody been in
here for 48 hours.

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.

- What the fuck?

Is she all right?

- Yeah, she's fine.
- What are the charges, drugs?

- There are no charges, no,
no, there are no charges.

- Then what are they
holding her for?

- Just because they've had
a bit of a rough night.

They've had a shooting,
they've had a burglary,

so they're a bit snowed under,

the shit's hit the fan
tonight for some reason.

- [Man] Hi, Andrea.

- Have you seen him?

- [Kid] Yeah, man, we saw him
down by the dock just now.

Dock by the dock,
without a doubt, yeah.

[foreboding music]

- 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.

- 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.

[foreboding music]

- Sweetheart?

Are you okay?
- Daddy.

- They treat you all right?

- Extradition time,
Carl, vacation's over.

- What?

- Carl?

- [Carl] One minute.

- [Martinez] Hold up.

- I gotta go off with
these guys for a while.

- What happened?
- I fucked up, baby.

I fucked up.

I wish I could say something
that would make it all right,

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.

Listen just look
to your memories.

It's all you'll ever need.

I love you so much,
do you know that?

- Gotta go.
- Please!

- Take him back.
- Please!

Goddamn it!

- 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.

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,

I broke down with you.

I wanna 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.

- Know what?
- Fuck you, Shy, huh?

I'd rather my sister be a whore

in the fucking streets
than fuck with you!

[gun fires]

- Fuck it!

I'm sorry.

- Patrick?
- You're on the clock.

- Yeah. Patrick!
- 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,

you pack your shit 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, 28 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.

100 dollar bills.

28 pounds.

- [Martinez] Chop chop!

- 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!

- Fuck, Allen!

- Fuck!

Fuck!

Oh, no.

You,

fucking,

fucking,

fucking, fucking, fucking!

Shit!

Oh, fucking, fucking,

fucking, fucking, shitting,

fucking Christ!

We haven't got any money.

This fucking place.

Fucking paradise, it's about
money like everything else.

Oh, let's go to the beach.

Let's smell the fucking ocean.

It's not about the beach. It's
not about the fucking ocean.

It's about money, and
I haven't got any!

[foreboding music]
[car horn honking]

- Found these at the front door.

There's something I gotta
tell you about all this.

Save it for another time.

[calming angelic music]

♪ This could be every
night from here on out ♪

♪ This could be every night

♪ This could be every
night from here on out ♪

♪ This could be every night

♪ There's nothing

♪ While we're mine

[angelic humming]

♪ This could be every
night from here on out ♪

♪ This could be every night

♪ This could be every
night from here on out ♪

♪ This could be every night

- Don't cry.

It's okay.

- [weeping] I'm sorry.

♪ Sleep to sleep

♪ Sign on sign

[angelic humming]

♪ This could be every
night from here on out ♪

♪ This could be every night

♪ This could be every
night from here on out ♪

♪ This could be every night

♪ This could be every night

♪ This could be every night

♪ This could be every night

♪ This could be every night

[calming music]

♪ Blessed are the souls

♪ That find a way

♪ Blessed are the souls

♪ That find a way

♪ Blessed are the souls

♪ That find a way

[humming]

♪ Blessed are the souls

♪ That find a way