Blood, Sand & Gold Page #3

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Is it working?

Mr. riordan. Finally,

a bike worthy of its rider.

Hopefully your entrance

will be the only surprise

of the evening.

Well, you know me.

Not a chance.

Is our Japanese buyer

coming tonight?

Is that mave?

What a surprise.

My favorite sister.

You're only sister.

You don't fly.

I lost my fear of flying

the day I became ceo.

If you'll excuse us.

F***!

Can I help you?

I thought I knew

all of my sister's friends.

We're not friends.

No, you're not

exactly her type.

Let me guess.

You're her hired gun?

Tracking my stolen treasure?

You and every

law enforcement agency

in the world.

So why the hell

did she hire you?

Well, I guess because

i can do things

that law enforcement

agencies can't.

Hmm. So can I.

That's a beautiful bracelet.

Yeah.

Can I look at it?

Fine.

This isn't yours.

Give it to me.

You got it from my brother,

didn't you?

- Give it to me, b*tch.

- Hey, calm down.

Let's just talk to him

about it, okay?

What?

What's my sister paying you?

A million?

A million five?

Less?

Really scraping

the bottom of the barrel.

I'll give you $2 million

to walk away right now.

And what do you get

out of it?

You know how

this business works.

It's not about digging

for treasure anymore.

It's claiming rights

and lawsuits

and government oversight.

It's making

the connections necessary

so that companies like mine

ensure a profit.

Can you honestly see my sister

handling any of that as ceo?

She has a gentle heart.

And that's why I was so saddened

by the loss of Drake's gold.

It would've been a real feather

in the cap, you know?

That's who you are, huh?

The second coming of Drake.

Exactly.

We were both privateers,

and great ones.

He was a pirate licensed

by a company. So am I.

His ship was

"the golden hind."

Mine is a red Mercedes sls.

I guess the thing

that you're forgetting now

is that Drake went insane

and beheaded his best friend.

Oh, you're speaking

of Thomas dowdy.

He got a little too close,

didn't he? Dowdy?

Take my money.

Just take.

Just take it.

It's 500 hundred years--

not a good time.

Way to get us kicked out.

Uh, good thing

that party sucked.

No, seriously,

who cares he took back

his motorcycle?

Wasn't that great

of a bike, anyway.

Oh, and that

was good work, too.

- I didn't think

you had in you.

- Save it.

Oh! And you're right

about your brother.

Uh, he's a maniac.

You know he thinks he's

the second coming of Drake?

I found the treasure.

This is hand plated.

Incan.

Wait, the sheik had this?

No, my brother's whore did.

She took it from him.

But that means that

Matthew has the gold.

Second coming of Drake.

We're chasing

my goddamn brother.

Sh*t.

What happened?

The sheik called me himself.

She knows, Ernest.

Mave knows.

How? How's that possible?

Doesn't matter.

It's being taken care of.

What about us?

What about the company?

I kinda like it when

everything is out in the open.

She knows I know,

and now we're just gonna

have to fix it.

Matthew, you're drunk.

Hey, this is your sister

we're talking about.

Matthew, this is not

how we do things.

Would you rather

we were both in jail?

I'd rather you come

clean about this.

Report everything found,

that way the company

can get back

to what it does best,

finding ancient ruins.

And what?

Every country

within 2,000 miles

slowly claws

our findings back.

F*** no.

What I if I find, I keep.

There are legal means

to handle this, Matthew.

It takes time, yes,

but it's the best thing

for this company.

Would you spare me

your f***ing morality

and legal issues, Ernest?

You lawyers

all think the same.

But you know the sh*t

this company's been doing

for years to stay afloat.

You're a part of it,

it's politics.

Okay, what do you want?

I want mave taken out.

And I'm gonna need

a clean-up over here.

Room 77.

You know the place.

Matthew? What are you

talking about?

We're gonna something

a little different tonight.

I'm not gonna f*** you.

I'm not gonna even touch you.

Have you heard

of Thomas dowdy?

Hmm? Of course not.

Nobody studies

history anymore.

- You stole from me.

- Stop!

Steal from me?

Steal from me?

Steal from me?

You all right?

You haven't said

anything in a while.

I have to use the journal.

The journal?

My father willed me

a journal.

I haven't read it.

Allegedly,

it exposes every sin

Adams exploration

ever committed.

The journal is in Switzerland

in an account to my name.

Once we get there,

I'll pay you what's left,

then you can go home.

You're firing me?

This isn't about

the gold anymore.

It's between me

and Matthew.

Well, it's your money.

What?

F***.

All right, just stay--

stay down. Stay down.

Oh, god.

Sh*t.

Stay down.

F***!

Are you okay?

Oh, my god.

- Oh, god!

- All right, stay down.

Stay down.

- Look under the seat.

- For what?

These cabbies

always have guns.

- Just check the bag

and stay down.

- I am!

Okay, I found it.

F***ing Christ.

Mave, are you okay?

Yes.

Holy sh*t, you got them.

Just because I don't like guns

doesn't mean I'm bad shot.

F***! Sh*t! Still there.

I hit him.

F***ing gearbox.

This is why I don't drive

f***ing cars.

I can't hold them off anymore.

Then don't hold them off.

- What?

- Then don't hold them off!

We need to face them head on.

Henry. Is that Henry?

Oh! Oh, god.

Help me!

It's leaking.

It's gonna blow.

Oh, god.

Come on.

Well, there's good news

and bad news.

Uh, bad news is

our mode of transportation

is completely f***ed.

Good news is...

The booze survived.

What?

It means,

"this is bullshit."

It's what my dad

used to say,

and Matthew and i

would laugh,

which would only make

him angrier.

I didn't wanna get

back into this.

- What?

- The salvage game.

The black swan,

the Spanish got that.

All I got was four years

of good behavior.

I'm not going back

to f***ing prison.

Then why are you here?

The same reason as you,

i guess.

History.

With everything that

we solved and that we know,

that there's still something

left to be discovered.

The idea that

a single gold coin

could be mined by the inca,

stolen by the Spanish,

and touched

by sir Francis Drake.

You speak all these languages.

How do you not speak French?

How would you say

"i wish I could take you

back to your office tomorrow?"

And what about...

"I'll take you

to a back room?"

"I'd take off all

your clothes."

"I'd slide my fingers

up your legs."

"I'd f*** you on the table."

For the record, i--

I think you'd be

a great ceo.

Yeah?

Guess we'll never know.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Salaam alaikum.

We can lay low

at Charlotte's house.

She can arrange for

the flight to Switzerland.

You sure we can trust her?

Charlotte's the type

of archeologist

who can't stand that the gold

isn't in the wing

of the Smithsonian

as we speak.

I'm glad you survived.

I need a cigarette.

You smoke?

When I'm about to destroy

my father's company

and my birthright? I do.

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