Blood, Sand & Gold Page #4

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It's a shame

you've made up your mind.

When you got me started

on Drake's gold,

I did some more research.

I know where your

brother's keeping it.

How? Adams has thousands of

load sites around the globe.

If he even decided to use that,

it could be anywhere.

My dear child,

have you learned nothing?

History repeats itself.

Not only does an offshore

recovery guarantee

he won't be taxed

on his findings,

but a true historian

like your brother

would be only too happy

to fulfill its destiny.

Drake was trying to get

to the canary islands

when he died.

So you're saying

that Matthew is crazy enough

to try to do

what Drake never could?

That's insane.

Well, for Matthew,

that's par for the course.

Doesn't matter.

I made up my mind.

I need a ticket

to Switzerland.

I'm gonna show up

at the bank

and put the journal

into custody.

It's done.

Look, when you showed up,

i was in a bad place.

But you convinced me that

we could make history.

The biggest find of

this generation, remember?

More gold than

king tut's tomb?

Jack, you came because

i was paying you.

Yeah, maybe.

But it's bigger

than that now.

Mave, what have you

got to lose?

Why not bring down

your brother

and reclaim what

you rightfully found?

- No.

- If you turn Matthew in,

he could destroy everything

before you can get to it.

The biggest salvage haul

in the history of modern times

destroyed like

the buddhas of bamiyan.

The history of the world

destroyed by a selfish,

greedy bastard.

So we follow the gold

to the canary islands.

Then what? Get killed

by Matthew's endless

army of Henrys?

Don't be stupid, child.

We won't go alone.

You know, there's still

time for me to take you

to Switzerland.

I'll take my bike.

We won't have to fly.

Everybody wins.

No, my brother is going down.

You see that rock over there?

The castle

is right behind it.

You've been here before?

I'm sorry, Jack.

Everyone has their price.

Goddamn it! You're

working for Matthew!

I'm working with Matthew.

I trusted you!

Her brother needs her.

But you? You're dispensable!

I'll come back for you.

- Jack!

Even if they survived the fall

and the gunshots,

they won't survive the sharks,

not with all that blood.

Do I look like I run

a hospital wing here?

Just because

i am the closest thing

to a hospital

on this island?

Are you going to tell me

what happened now?

It's from a knife.

S, como no. From a knife?

It's a lead bullet.

I need to-- I need to get

to the castle.

Nope. You're not going

anywhere tonight.

Thanks for joining me.

You're insane.

Didn't you choose

to come here?

Didn't you choose

to hire a mercenary,

track down our gold?

My gold?

Drake's gold?

Drake.

Drake, Drake, Drake,

Drake, Drake!

Do you hear yourself?

You're obsessed.

That's why we're here,

aren't we?

- This castle.

- We're here...

Because you're too dense

to understand

that running an international

salvage company

means keeping our findings

from our competition.

Our father used

this place for years

as a warehouse

for black market gold.

You think we were

just given this life?

You spent your years

digging for treasure

fueled by clean money?

By dividends?

Do not say that about dad.

He was the best scientist,

archeologist that either

of us ever knew.

Dad was a criminal.

This line of work is criminal.

I'm just being rational

because someone

has to start running

the family business.

Dad had his faults,

but he was not a murderer.

What do you

think would happen

if we reported this

to the Western Sahara?

Or this to Spain or France?

Claiming rights and lawsuits

for the rest of our lives!

I am not a goddamn

law firm, mave.

I'm an archeologist.

You are not an archeologist.

You're a psychopath.

And I'll be damned

if I let you take down Adams

and run it into the ground.

Says the girl

who was about to release

our father's journal.

It's a good thing

I'm stopping that.

- Never.

- Never?

You actually think

you're the one in control?

I brought you here

to get that code

and destroy dad's journal.

Take her inside.

Wake up.

You mentioned

a castle last night.

Which one?

The canary islands has many.

Drake.

There are three castles.

Castillo

de San Juan bautista,

castillo de San cristbal,

castillo de San andrs.

- Name it.

- No, it's--

it's different.

Tesoro. Treasure.

Do you mean castillo

de la muerte?

No one goes there.

No one.

Not even tourists.

Well, that's because

it's rigged to explode.

That's a legend.

This is not going to work.

Give me the code, mave,

and I'll make sure

the greatest salvage company

in the world

lives to fight another day.

That's what our father wanted.

Dad brought us to places

like this as kids.

We played pirates.

Remember when I found

that blue piece of glass

and you told me

it was a treasure?

You were a good brother.

What happened?

That was a good day.

You need help, Matthew.

When did it stop

becoming about the work?

About finding ancient

civilizations?

About uncovering secrets

that no one else

in the world could know?

That's enough.

Give me the code.

What?

So you can destroy it?

Like you did noor

and Henry and Jack?

And that hooker in Dubai

who was so coked out of her mind

she didn't know

she was f***ing a psycho?

You stupid b*tch.

You were always the Princess.

The by the book scientist.

I've been the one who knows

where the bodies are buried.

I'm your sister.

I'm ceo.

Drake is my destiny,

and if that surprises you,

then you never truly knew me.

Now, give me the code,

dear sister.

Shoot and we're all dead.

Not a step closer.

Back from the dead.

I'm nearly impressed.

You know the history

of this place,

don't you, Matthew?

Drake rigged it to blow up.

He filled the walls

with gunpowder.

It was the only thing

that he could do

to protect his gold

against the Spanish.

And guess what.

I'm holding the trigger.

I don't believe you.

The powder still burns.

This is bullshit.

- Search the castle.

- Nobody moves.

- You're bluffing.

- Try me.

Okay, Jack.

Look around.

This is what you've

been searching for--

from the incas to the Spanish

to Drake to me here,

archeologists have been

waiting 400 years

to be in your position.

You're not

gonna blow it all up.

You're not gonna kill mave.

You know,

you're right, Matthew.

There's no difference between

a privateer and a pirate.

They both take

what's not theirs.

- Sh*t.

- I'm hit.

We gotta go. Come on.

Quick, let's go.

- Come on.

- Okay.

Leave me.

I got you into this.

Get out while you can.

Take the money and go.

Just go.

Just take the money and go.

Don't you get it, mave?

It's not about the money.

It was never about

the money with you.

Come on.

We're almost there.

I saw this on the way.

It's not vintage,

but it'll do.

I'll get it started.

That's enough, Jack.

There's no switch.

No trigger.

You give up,

I'll let mave live.

Okay.

It's funny, isn't it?

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