The Deep Page #4

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By rights, it should be me going down.

Now, let's not go into it again, Adam.

I got enough trouble looking after the boy here.

Don't worry, Treece. I'm gonna go slow enough for you.

- I'm going in.

- Okay.

Gail's behind us.

Get closer.

I can't hear you.

You'll have to shout.

Right, David.

Now, keep those air hoses clear.

Right.

You go down. I'll be right behind you.

Wait, wait.

That's where we saw the eel.

Come on.

David.

Lead it into the next compartment.

Keep your hands clear, girl.

Let's go look for the treasure.

Let's go look for the treasure.

All right.

Goliath's moving.

Kevin!

- David.

- Girl, you wait. I'll go.

- Are you all right?

- I'm okay.

Look what I found. Look what I found.

I don't care what you found. That was

a bloody amateur thing to do.

I had to take the mask off. I couldn't reach it.

Damn it. Look at it.

Gail, look. It's gold.

I knew there was treasure down here.

What kind of a ship was it?

Probably Spanish.

Might be a galleon.

Till you fell through the Goliath...

this cave was all sealed up.

That tunnel I pulled you out of...

it leads right down to the bottom of the reef.

Let's get out of here.

Goliath's on the move again. It'll cut our hoses.

Up, now. Up, up.

- How many you reckon we have?

- About 4000.

Here you go, Kev.

Explosives? What the hell are you doing that for?

- I'm rigging this.

- What the hell for?

Because this is the first place

anybody would look for them.

If you hide the things somewhere else,

you wouldn't have to blow your house.

But if I hide the things somewhere else...

they wouldn't know where to look, would they?

I'm only gonna keep the buggers two days.

Kev, you stay ashore from now on.

Somebody's got to watch this place.

Right.

Oh, the hell. It still makes no sense.

What?

We know that the Grifon is the wreck underneath.

- We know that from the bell, right?

- Right.

But you see, it says here in the manifest...

the Grifon was a French ship with a French captain...

a tobacco ship.

It's allowed to tag along with the 1715 fleet...

for protection from pirates. That's here in the manifest.

You know what interests me?

The Grifon was the only ship to survive that hurricane.

She went back to Havana for repairs.

All right, but then what's she doing off of Bermuda...

- with part of that fleet's treasure?

- I don't know.

That's what I keep trying to puzzle out.

Because it says here the entire 1715 fleet...

went down off Florida together, all 11 ships.

They say the fleet's treasure was aboard the flagship.

The sailing manifests prove it.

Then the governor, Cazaterras,

the man I told you about...

he reports everything's lost.

- Maybe he's wrong.

- No.

See, what we found is jewelry.

We didn't find the gold and silver from the fleet.

Jewelry and a Spanish three-lock box

on a French tag along tobacco ship.

Well, somebody could be lying. Could be lying.

No, the Spaniards were fanatics for accurate records.

They always had everything like this

rechecked by some important official.

Here it is again.

What?

"E.F."

Look at that.

What's something like that worth?

I don't know exactly what you got there.

Eight or nine ounces, 22-karat gold.

Good pearls.

Play it quiet, maybe $7500 on the market...

less breakdown and melting costs.

You wouldn't melt a beautiful thing like that?

No, I wouldn't, but there are those who would.

And the ocean's not a jewelry store.

You don't get no receipts.

You got to prove that that's authentic.

- Anybody can see it's authentic.

- You don't understand me.

There's a lot of counterfeit on the market today.

I mean, it's real gold, it's real gems, but it's false.

No, you have to establish a provenance.

You gotta do that first.

You gotta find a proof that it's real.

Now, if we could find in here a verifying record...

a description of any piece down there...

that makes it all worth a bloody fortune.

Want to have your name on a plaque?

Want to be a celebrity?

No, there's not enough room in the Hamilton library.

I think they could find a bit of room for you, boy.

Well, it's possible, it's just possible...

there's something else going on,

but I don't know what it is.

Beat it out of me if you want to,

but it won't do you any good.

I merely need information.

Which brings us, of course, to your fee.

How much is Treece paying you, by the way?

I'll pay 10 percent.

Done.

How many did they bring up today?

Six. Four thousand or so.

And yet Treece claims they're all down there?

That's what the girl says, yes.

It almost seems as if Treece

is hiding something from both of us.

Doesn't it, my friend?

And we can't have partners who double-cross us...

can we?

David?

You know, maybe you were right.

You know, I think somebody was lying

and do you know who I think it is?

Governor of Havana.

Come here. Have a look at this.

See, this is the list he sent back to Spain...

reporting the goods that were lost in the storm.

But according to this list...

more was lost than the fleet's

sailing manifest said was sent.

You know the difference? The difference is jewels.

Not trinkets, mind you. Masterpieces, works of art.

Two pages of the list were lost.

They never got to Seville.

That's where the original is.

You listen.

"A team of silver horses pulling a golden carriage."

A pair of jade hummingbirds...

one with wings of emeralds,

the other with wings of pearl.

"A golden dragon with emerald eyes."

Yeah, but does it say anything about what we found?

Like the pine cone filled with pearls...

or the medallion itself?

No. Not on that page.

You know something?

This doesn't even look like a proper manifest to me.

It's not a manifest. It's a shopping list.

- For a woman.

- For what?

It's a shopping list for a woman.

Gentlemen, I give you E.F.

- It's the lady on the medallion.

- The Duchess of Parma.

Oh, come on, Gail. We've got an E.F., not a D.P.

The Duchess of Parma was her title.

Elizabeth Farnese was her real name.

- Come on, girl. Get on with it.

- Well, it seems that in 1714...

when King Philip's first wife had just died...

he developed a royal lust...

for the beautiful Duchess of Parma.

Well, she finally agreed to marry him, by proxy...

but he wasn't there yet because

Elizabeth wasn't the kind of woman...

to give away something for nothing, like her virginity.

And before he could touch that...

she insisted that he deck her up

with a set of jewels, quote...

"unique in all the world," unquote.

Now, Philip commissioned those jewels to be made...

and if that's what we found, he never got laid.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

Yeah, she was a pretty smart lady.

You know, I've known him for three years...

and all he's ever given me

is a sweater and a pair of sneakers.

Well, he isn't the king of Spain, is he, girl?

What do you think?

Well...

Thinking aloud...

Just suppose you were the governor of Havana...

with a three-lock box...

and you knew it had something so personal...

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