It's all over now.

I'm gone, Henry. You want to fight us? That Satan did indeed save his skin, jus… This is supposed to be a vacation. Oh, this cannot be happening, see, becau… You asshole. We should turn around, Frank. I think they were dreams. In D minor. Are you sure you want to lug that thing… We just passed a sign. Did you make me weak, Nobody wants it all raked up again. That is a gift. Mr. Claiborne's little Haitian mafia.