There was a knock on the door. Miralda cautiously walked up, carrying her baby. It was only Javier. She let him in and asked what he wanted. He explained he wanted to help Carlos, and he had the money to bail him out. Miralda got Carlos. Miralda decided to give the men their space, so she took her baby in the other room.
"What do you want, Javi?" asked Carlos.
"I have money. To help you," replied Javier with a smile.
"I don't want it. I know your Yankee girlfriend gave it to you."
"But Carlos, Mama and Chabe are dead. I'm leaving Cuba for good. Take this $500, give it to whomever the hell you owe it to, take over my job, and be grateful, dammit. I'm trying to be a good brother but you just spit it back in my face. Take the stupid money, take care of your family, and leave me alone." With that, Javier forced Carlos to hold the envelope, and Javier ran out the door. He raced trough the streets and didn't stop running until he got to the hotel. He grabbed what few belongings he had and rushed Katey out the door. They frantically boarded the plane, and headed towards St. Louis.