The Deep Page #2

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Take off their blindfolds.

Look, if it's not in the bag,

I don't know where in the hell it is.

- The girl.

- Look, she hasn't got it...

If his tongue moves again, cut it.

I'll do it.

Put it back on.

Since neither of you seem to have that bottle...

I must assume it is now the property of Romer Treece.

Well, then, for Christ's sake, let him go.

It hasn't been all that pleasant for you,

has it, Mr. Sanders?

Enjoy yourselves this evening.

Eat a good dinner...

go dancing.

But be off the island by tomorrow.

Treece.

Come on, Treece.

All right, Treece. What the hell's going on?

Take it up.

Listen, I'll look after this.

Okay.

- Hold it.

- Coffin?

He's the only man alive who might

know one of these ampoules on sight.

Can I show him your map, please?

He was the sole survivor of the Goliath, you see.

Thank you.

Now, then, Adam...

this one of your legendary ampoules?

This is the real thing, all right.

The old girl's finally lost her virginity.

My friends found it there.

Well, the way she's lying here

a storm must've flipped her around.

She was never this close to the edge of the reef before.

You're lucky.

Five people have died over the last 30 years...

trying to crawl inside that ship.

Blew themselves up poking torches around.

There's enough live ammo down there

to blow up half the island.

Oh, will somebody just cut the crap?

Blew themselves up for what?

Goliath was a military ship, boy.

Went down with munitions and medical supplies.

Or so they say.

They're there, all right.

All right, what's there?

Morphine, 98,000 ampoules.

I packed them myself.

Jesus. Why didn't you tell us the truth?

If you had, we wouldn't have had

that run-in with that Haitian.

The name's Cloche.

That you didn't know nothing's what saved you.

I wasn't sure myself until now.

The first time he's told me the truth.

Adam, what do you reckon to the rest of them, then?

They're probably all smashed up by the ordnance now.

The way she's lying here...

this time there won't be any

steel plate to have to burn through.

They've performed a bloody autopsy

on that with everything but forceps...

but nobody ever found one of those before.

Well, we found one.

Oh, we are having a wonderful day, aren't we, David?

How come nobody found one until now?

Well, the sea's a joker, boy. Loves to fool you.

Dive a wreck one day, find nothing.

That night, blows up a storm...

go back again, same spot,

you find a carpet of golden coin.

We just had one of the worst storms

in 10 years, haven't we, Adam?

- Aye.

- Coffin!

Goddamn it. Coffin.

"Coffin. Goddamn it, Coffin."

Nice to meet you folks.

Mr. Treece?

Which one of us turns this thing over to the government?

Well, now, miss...

I'm going to have to think on that.

You see, I was never one much to bother with formalities.

Morphine's not exactly a formality.

- That's halfway to heroin.

- Halfway to hell.

I know all about that. So does Cloche.

By the time some Hamilton bureaucrat

gets off of his fat bum...

it will be heroin.

That's why I'm gonna dive down there tonight.

You haven't answered my question, Mr. Treece.

I'll answer the question. I'm turning

this over to the government.

I'm all the government you need, boy.

Put that right back.

Now, the reasons are two. They're mine and yours.

Mine, if there are thousands of ampoules down there...

and Cloche gets his hands on them...

that junk will be on the street in New York in a week.

Yours, if you're lucky, it's the only one left...

but if you go to the government,

your treasure hunt will be off...

and if there is any treasure down there...

you'll just be reading about somebody else finding it.

David, please don't dive.

Make up your own mind, boy.

I have made up my mind, Treece.

I'm diving with you tonight...

or I'm handing over all this information...

to the authorities this afternoon.

Look, Gail, it's important to me. You understand?

Listen, David, it's morphine. Morphine.

We only met the man today.

Don't know anything more about him than you want to.

I can't afford to pass it up. It's an experience.

Experience? Don't you mean privilege?

- He suckered you in like a 5-year-old.

- Wait a minute.

I blackmailed him. You remember that?

- Is that the way you remember it?

- Yes, because that's the way it was.

There's treasure down there, Gail.

I know. So I gotta go look.

You're so blind, you couldn't see it in front of you.

Well, look, I feel things, so I do them.

That's just the way I am.

And you wind up with T-shirts.

Oh, Jesus. That's unfair. That's totally unfair.

Look, I didn't come here for you.

I came here for us.

So would you please think about it?

I always think about us.

Say, who is that guy? I don't like him at all.

Well, you're going to have to

because that's Kevin, he's family.

My mother liked him. Told him to look after me.

Put your gear in the cabin.

Well, here I am.

I'm all ready. I've got all my gear.

I'm sorry you had such a long walk,

because you're not diving tonight.

The hell I'm not.

That's my ship out there. Those are my mates.

Your ship's dead.

So are your mates.

So were you too when I found you washed up on the beach.

And there's never bringing any of us

back again, is there?

You just go on home now.

Good night.

- All set, captain?

- Aye.

Full moon tonight. We're gonna

stick out like a cherry on a cream pie.

Cast her off forward, Kev.

Would you like some of that rum?

Yeah.

- There you go.

- No, thanks.

I never drink before I dive.

You know what they say about these waters?

If the Jamaican pirates don't get you...

it'll be the cold embrace of the sea.

And that's no lover's kiss.

You know every ship from the New World...

passed through these waters? They had to.

Kangxi porcelain from China...

Japanese silk screens...

and those ivory doodads from India.

And all that Inca gold that Pizarro took out of Peru.

Do you believe all that, boy?

Yeah, I believe all of it.

Every bit of it. So do you.

You gonna marry that girl of yours?

Hey, boy.

We're getting very close now.

Four dots and a dash, that's your hotel.

Hey, Treece.

What do you do on a foggy night?

I just stay home and I drink rum.

Here, give me a hand, will you?

Hey, wait a minute. This is explosives.

I don't wanna have anything to do with explosives.

If there are thousands of ampoules down there...

I'm gonna rig the Goliath...

so that I can topple it off the reef...

out of anybody's reach forever.

So, what about the treasure?

Here, you'll need this.

Black as molasses.

Don't you go frightening anything down there.

What's wrong?

I'm not blowing it, not now.

That's the biggest moray eel I ever saw.

He wanted you for his supper.

What's the matter, boy?

Cheap Jack Bush.

Warning from Cloche.

- Cheap Jack what?

- Voodoo.

Cloche always likes to bring in a bit of Haiti with him.

Anybody take any notice of this...

ought to have his brain examined.

Lights in your hotel have gone out.

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