The Deep Page #3

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We'll run the reef so I can drop you on the beach.

- All right.

- Get that anchor up.

- Yeah.

- Keep a sharp eye.

David?

Just a minute. I put the lock on.

David?

Who's there?

You gotta go starboard.

Port. Port.

I've been through this reef before.

Yeah, but the hotel beach is over there.

I know where the bloody beach is.

Okay, you're clear. You're clear.

Stop. Stop.

Goddamn it.

Gail?

Honey, what happened?

I haven't...

felt like that...

in my entire life.

- Okay.

- I was so helpless.

- It's all right, honey.

- David.

They...

They painted me.

- Quiet, now.

- David.

Come on, listen to me. Listen. Listen.

- I wanna go home.

- Okay, okay, baby.

We'll go home. We'll go home tonight.

Boy, the airport's closed.

No way off the island. You best come home with me.

We're not going home with you, Treece...

because it's you and it's Cloche...

and it's that goddamn morphine

that almost got her killed tonight.

Boy, if Cloche wanted her dead,

we'd be digging her grave by now.

He just wanted her as some kind of trump card...

until he knew about the morphine.

You come home with me.

David, it's the only place you'll be safe tonight.

Don't worry. I'll make sure everyone's placed properly.

Right, but you, yourself, you watch the west side.

Make sure nobody comes over the swing bridge.

If he does come, I hope it's my bloody way.

- Kevin.

- Aye?

You just take care of yourself.

Don't want anybody else to be hurt tonight. Go on.

How's your girl?

She's asleep.

Why didn't you blow that boat up?

Because of what you found, boy.

I think you ought to have a look at this.

Why, I never seen one like that before.

That's an 18th-century escutcheon plate.

You might be right, you see.

There just might be a king's ransom down there.

It would take three keys...

to open the box that that plate came from.

Now, the captain would have one...

the governor of Havana had two.

The owner would have all three in his possession...

so only the owner could open them on his own, right?

A three-key lock like that

is very rare. Very rare indeed.

Only used on nobility business.

What would a plate like this...

be doing in the hold of a World War ll munitions ship?

Yes, well, now, I don't know.

Suppose you have two storms...

hundreds of years apart...

springing up from the same quarter...

and they catch two ships in the same circumstances...

making for the same shelter.

Now, might they not drive them up on the same reef?

You think the current could bring that plate...

up through the split in the hull?

Why hasn't anybody found this other ship?

I don't know yet, but I can tell you

we'll find that in Havana manifesto.

I've got survivors' accounts, everything.

I ought to be able to tell you who

that ship is, where she come from.

These are the Spanish, this is the English translation.

You and your beginner's luck, eh?

Mr. Treece.

If there is something more down there,

what would it take to bring it up?

Well, under normal circumstances...

using a sand gun and DESCO equipment...

clear water and a lot of luck, just a few days.

But that hardly applies now, does it,

since we got Cloche on our back?

- What would it take to get him off?

- Cloche?

Any deal that gets him the morphine, I suppose.

But what do either of you care?

You're both going home tomorrow.

You'll be up to your neck in city smut by dinnertime.

Good God, what a world that is.

It made me climb the Statue of Liberty once.

It's dreams, Treece.

It's all daydreams.

It's a little more than daydreams, boy,

when you find a three-lock box.

You see, by rights, you discovered her.

Whoever she is, you were the first to find her.

You would have left that plate there

if I hadn't known it for what it was.

So that rolls me aboard as well.

Let me put it to you simple.

Whatever's down there, a lot or a little...

half yours, half mine.

But the right to tell the world about it,

that's all yours.

Come on up, okay?

Yeah, in a minute. Yeah, I'm coming.

Okay.

You're still there, girl?

Like a jar?

Warm you up.

Anyway...

rum is not drinking, it's surviving.

You know what's got me stumped?

This is the Havana manifest right here.

It's clearly signed by the king's man in Havana...

the Marquesa Cazaterras, governor of Cuba.

See, it states here that entire fleet sunk...

off the coast of Florida in 1715.

That's King Philip's fleet, 1715.

Every ship, right?

All itemized, all recorded.

So, what I don't understand is...

what is this ship doing down here in these waters...

unitemized, unrecorded, unescorted...

and carrying a three-lock box?

He's all right, that David of yours.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I apologize.

I lost touch why we even came down here.

I'll take you home.

You don't want to go home tomorrow.

I don't want to stay here without you.

Say that again.

I don't want to stay here without you.

Go away, will you?

That was a stupid business last night

and cruel, very cruel.

You did not go to the police.

I've been tossing and turning all night wondering why.

There's thousands and thousands

of ampoules of morphine down there.

You want them, and I got them.

They're still on the Goliath.

You have nothing but the gall to claim ownership.

I rigged that ship with booby traps last night.

She's wired to 10 ways to hell...

and the wrong person goes down there, she'll blow.

You would need an advantage to deal with me.

I'll expect them in two days.

No, I shall need at least four.

We seem to have settled on three.

What sort of fee are you getting for diving these days?

One million dollars, cash, low denominations.

That's my share. You'll make twice

as much as that in America.

Your attitude on drugs is a matter of record.

Why sell them to me for a profit?

I have my reasons.

Listen, I don't want any interference in this dive.

I know you'll be watching, but I don't want to see you.

And as for the young couple,

you keep your hands off of them.

If you want me, you come and see me this time.

You know where I live.

Three days, Treece.

Three days.

Afternoon, Mr. Cloche.

Thank you, Kev.

Now, then. Listen, you two.

When this air gun gets going...

I want you on my right, David, and you on my left, girl.

We pick up the ampoules as the sand gets sucked away...

but be very careful of your hands.

When this thing's on full, it can swallow a cannonball.

How much of that junk are we gonna bring up?

Just enough to satisfy

our audience up there on the cliff.

Oh, they're there, all right.

That Kevin sure gives me the willies.

He doesn't say much.

Maybe he don't like you, Adam.

He likes me. He's family. Don't you worry about Kevin.

You just watch that little lever on that compressor.

Turn it off if there's any real trouble

and don't forget to turn it on again.

And, boy, you feel that breeze

cutting out of your hose, come up fast.

But be careful. It's just possible...

there might be somebody waiting up there for you.

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