Fool's Gold Page #7

...while I go sit my balls on some ice.

After this wave,

you've got about 50 seconds.

Would you just get in the hole?

Whoa! Whoo!

I can't.

Uh...

Excuse me, Curtis.

Get in the hole.

Damn, Cyrus.

Why you always in my business, huh?

I'm handling this sh*t.

You know what? You run it.

You run it.

It's not here.

Check underwater.

There's nothing but rock.

I'm supposed to believe you, am I?

You want a second opinion, come on down.

Get me out of here.

Please.

Pull her up, man.

Hey.

Say hi to your husband.

What? No.

What the hell are you doing, man?

Oh, God.

Throw me the rope.

Whoo!

Now that's what I'm talking about.

Talk to me.

It's here. Bring the tanks.

We're gonna have to go in

through the ocean.

And the girl?

Uh...

She won't need one.

This better be good.

Moe, it's Finn. It's bad, it's real bad.

- They got Tess.

- What?

The treasure's in the blowhole

at Clifton Point.

They took her hostage.

That is one big-ass,

sensible-sized emerald.

Sure, go have fun.

Go get yourselves killed.

Go pump some lead in your fellow man.

Go ahead.

What a sissy.

He is more man

than you'll ever be, honey.

Hey. You ladies wanna move out?

They could have killed

a whole graduation class by now.

Daddy.

- I'm scared.

- She's going to be all right.

- I promise.

- I'm worried about you.

Oh, bless you for that.

I'll see you at breakfast.

Hey! Hey!

Goddamn.

How many times am I gonna

have to kill this boy?

Sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

Somebody help.

Tess!

Finn?

Finn!

Sh*t.

Whoo. There's a whole lot more

where this came from.

- Where's Cyrus?

- He said he'd be right up.

Mm.

Ugh.

Find out who that was.

- Huh?

- You heard me.

Oh, my God.

Sh*t.

Cover me.

Where you going?

Where's he going? Wait.

Where are you going?

Sh*t, man.

Aah!

You son of a b*tch.

Uh-oh.

Here, cock it. Cock it.

I can't make it cock.

No, no, no.

Give that to me.

- You okay, Moe?

- Yeah, great.

- Get in the plane. Get...

- No. Aah!

- No.

- Get your hands off her.

Get in the plane.

Sit back.

Get your hands... Sit back now.

Sit back now.

Sh*t.

Gemma. No.

- Get me on that plane.

- Hang on.

Go. Go. Go.

You happy now, you big butch bastard?

Just go help Moe. Go help him.

I want you to pull me right up

next to the port side.

What's a port side?

Uh... The left side.

- Oh, okay.

- Right next to her.

- Go, go, go, stay with it.

- Okay.

- My God, what are you doing?

- Pull right up next to the pontoon.

Whoa!

Now that's a man who loves his wife.

That's it.

That's it.

Oh!

- Tess!

- Finn!

Tess!

Oh!

Damn, baby,

since when do you know how to fly?

Don't. Can't.

Well, you're doing a great job.

I mean, we're still in the air, right?

Technically.

Oh, sh*t.

I think he hit the engine.

Okay. Um...

Wings, flaps, air speed, altitude...

...pedals for the rudder. Check. Okay.

- How do you know what to do?

- You know...

...PlayStation. Ha-ha!

Oh, God.

- Oh, God.

- Hang on, hang on.

Here we go. Aah!

Whoo! Finn!

- Wow. Whoa.

- Hey, you're doing it.

Way to go. That's great, oh, wow.

We're flying.

Yep.

How do we land?

Yep.

How'd you do it in the game?

I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich!

Now, honey, this next part...

...I'm not exactly sure how to pull off.

I do know that we've got to completely

stall out just before we hit the water.

- Stall?

- Stop flying.

- Stop flying?

- Yeah, and land.

On the nice soft... water.

- Are we gonna die?

- No.

No, we're not.

Oh, sh*t, where's Finn?

Probably he's flying the plane.

You mean there's hope?

Not necessarily.

- Hey, let me just say this.

- No.

- Well, why not?

- Because.

Tell me after we crash.

That'll give me something

to look forward to.

Okay.

One hundred.

We got it, baby. Eighty.

Sixty.

Forty.

Pull her up, boy.

Baby, baby...

- I love you.

- I love you.

Pull her up.

Oh, sh*t.

Finn?

I'm sorry.

I love you.

I've learned a lot from my mistakes.

Marry me.

No...

...you haven't.

And, yes...

...I will.

Baby.

What?

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