Haven Page #5

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.

- F***!

- Did he say there's a fight? Who's fightin'?

Some niggas always

got to f*** up a good time.

Let's go to your house.

Pippa? Pippa?

[Buoy Bell Clanging]

##[Reggae]

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.

[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.

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