Three Days in Havana

Welcome to this place.

What'’s your name?

Jack.

Oh...

- Malo! - Bad.

Carta de la traicion.

The card of the betrayal.

The card of death.

Raise your hand.

Ooh.

There is bad things in your way.

Very evil in your way.

You know, i'’d like to say that this isn'’t personal,

but it really kind of is.

You know as well as I do

there'’s always someone trying to kill our boss.

Hazards of being an international businessman,

I guess.

But it is exclusively for this reason

that those of us in charge of his security

keep his scheduled whereabouts a secret.

Now, that makes sense, right?

Right, right. So when we discovered

that you had tipped off someone

that our boss was visiting his operations in havana,

naturally, we were disappointed that you

a loyal member until now,

would betray the organization for money, or a prius...

Or whatever!

Which you did, right?

Yeah.

Whew.

Talk about a disgruntled employee.

Did we screw you out of a christmas bonus or something?

Miami job. Said he no got paid.

Oh, shit. Did we not pay you for that?

Oh, well, no wonder.

A man has gotta feed his family.

Speaking of which,

I have always wanted to play your favorite game,

that game that you always played in interrogations...

No, no.

Let'’s play for the lives of your family.

Your son, um...

Jeremy.

Jeremy. Done. Let'’s play for jeremy.

Okay, benny.

Who are we talking about?

Who are we talking about?

The broker.

That fucking bitch.

But okay, jeremy lives, hmm?

Well played.

Now, do you love your wife?

Because you know very well

she'’s no good as a bargaining chip

if you'’re banging her sister or something.

I love her, I love her.

Good, well then, we'’ll play for your wife.

When are we talking about?

Some time over the next three days.

He shoots, he scores. Isn'’t that what you always said?

Okay, the wife lives, too.

Now, is there anything else that we need to know?

Can...

What'’s that, benny?

My wi--

hmm?

What'’s that, benny?

Can my wife have the miami job money?

Please?

Please?

I'’ll have to ask mr. Libby.

Sure. Why not?

You'’ve earned it.

Thank you.

Attention all passengers.

Flight 017 to havana is delayed.

Scheduled departure is now 1:00 a.m. out of gate six.

Whoo! Yes...

Mm...

I guess I just made a lot of enemies, huh?

Excuse me?

Our delay to havana?

Probably not the best idea to whoop.

Oh, right, uh...

I'’m happy about it, too.

I'’m just not a big whooper.

Yeah, I sense that about you.

So what'’s your problem with paradise?

Uh, nothing, really.

It'’s just I'm going on a convention,

and I don'’t think i'll get enough time to enjoy it.

I say skip it.

What, the conference?

Yeah. What'’s it for?

Insurance.

Definitely skip it.

And you know what the first thing you should do?

You should go to the bar and get a drink,

and then go find the square.

You'’ve gotta go find the fortune teller.

They'’re gonna tell you that you'’re gonna meet

a mysterious woman.

Uh, I just did.

Yeah, no, i'’m not-- i'’m not a mysterious woman.

It sounds tempting, but...

Mm, but you'’re stuck.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

I'’m practically being human trafficked.

Not really, I mean.

I agreed to be, so...

That didn'’t come out right.

Hey, no, it'’s none of my business.

No, it'’s definitely not.

That'’s why telling you might be so much fun.

For you, maybe.

You never know. What if I whisper it to you?

Then it'’ll be like you never heard a thing.

-Impressive, huh? -I'’ll say.

The thing is, how was I supposed to know

i'’d end up the mistress of someone like that?

-Not ideal. -Mm, i'’ll say.

You'’d think his ambiguous wealth

would'’ve been a tip-off.

-Does he have a mustache? -No.

There you go. Hard to tell, then.

You have a moustache.

Oh, I have to figure out a way to get out of this.

Hey, you wanna kill a gangster for me?

Uh...sure.

You'’re right.

I shouldn'’t have told you all that.

I should just shut the hell up. I'’m sorry.

It was nice talking to you.

How about on this trip, we both try to have some fun?

After all...

We'’re gonna be in paradise, right?

Sir? Excuse me, sir?

Hi. We'’re here.

Look into the camera, please.

Proximo!

Pardon.

Morning.

Malo!

Very bad.

We got it, rafina.

Mi amor...

Ciao, padre.

You a baseball fan?

Um, I-I like all sports.

Me too.

They say, uh, castro tried out for the yankees.

Well, hell of a curve ball,

but i'’m afraid that'’s an urban myth.

Never happened.

"Maggie is pretty to look at.

"Maggie is a loving lass.

"But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle.

"The truest of loves must pass.

"A million surplus maggies

"are willing to bear the yoke.

A woman is only a woman."

"But a good cigar is a smoke."

Enjoy.

Jack petty.

Harry.

Club havana rum here is fucking delicious.

-And that, my friend-- -smells like a robusto.

Man knows his kipling and his smokes.

Bad habit for a while.

Eh, there'’s nothing bad about it.

Life is meant to be enjoyed.

When death comes my way,

I want coke in my nose, pussy on my dick,

and a cohiba in my mouth.

Salud!

What do you do?

Travel writer.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Here for esquire,you know, doing a piece on the scene.

Can I do you a favor, jack?

Sure.

You walk around town with a map,

you'’ll be dealing with scammers and bullshit all day,

maybe worse.

You don'’t need a map.

I know this city.

Let'’s go see havana.

Eh?

So you know, meyer lansky built this place.

Yeah, he was going to take over the whole caribbean,

and he barely finished the hotel and casino

before they shat on him.

What happened?

Our friend fidel happened.

Yeah, lansky fucked off quick

while they were looting the casino

and "liberating" the hotel.

C'’est la vie, yeah?