Assault on a Queen

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[BOAT HORN HONKING]

[SIREN]

All right,

make way there, make way.

How long was he under,

Larry?

Seven or eight minutes.

He was talking and then suddenly just cut off.

Any hope?

Of what, reincarnation?

This man's drowned.

His suit burst.

He didn't have much of a chance.

With this suit,

he had no chance.

One of yours?

Look, Doc, I rent them.

I don't guarantee them.

Look after him.

Uh, just a minute Doc.

What do we owe you?

Not a thing.

It's part of my job.

I understand you're looking

for sunken treasure.

Mm-hmm.

Spanish gallions.

Hmm. Makes sense.

Doctor.

The diver--we didn't

know him very well.

Did he have a wife?

No,my dear.

He didn't have a wife,

and he had no family.

Bless you

for the question.

You know,

for a little while,

Ithought that nobody

gave a damn.

Did I draw?

You drew.

Light's bad.

Throw the queen away.

Queen?

Queen. Before I catch you

with the store.

Queen.

Awfully good choice.

Gin.

You have exceptional

card sense, old friend.

exceptional card sense.

Application my dear Linc,

just simple application.

Next week, you can look

at my hand.

I'll ask the bartender.

Excuse me, do you know

a Mr. Mark Brittain?

Is he here?

Yes sir,Over there.

Back of the trellis.

Fellow with the cap?

That's right.

Thank you.

Come on, Rosa.

Well, Mr. Brittain.

Fellow named Trench said

I'd find you in here.

You found me.

I'm Victor Rossiter.

How are you?

don't you feel

a little left out?

Oh, come here.

My name

is Rosa Lucchesi.

Yeah.

Can we buy you a drink?

Thanks, we got one.

This fellow Trench says

that you were a lieutenant,

in a submarine.

That I was,

and I was many things..

Mm-hm, well, so was I.

But I was also

on a destroyer.

You trying to start

a legion post here,

Mr. Rossiter?

Trench also said that

you were a good diver,

and for a price,

you'd put on a suit.

For a good price, I'd put on a suit,

but not one of Trench's suits.

That would take more money than you've got

and more of a death wish than I've got..

We'll order a new diver's suit.

Haven't you had enough?

You lost one diver today, right?

Well that won't happen again.

We've got a map, Brittain..

An authentic map.

We've got a map, too.

We got it at the gas station.

A galleon went down 3 miles from here.

It carried gold bullion

worth millions of dollars.

That it did, Miss Lucchesi.

And 10 miles up the coast,

a ship called the Sevilla

hit a reef and sunk

full of pearls and emeralds.

North of the cove,

there was a ship called the Almirante.

It had its magazine blown up.

It was carrying treasure to King Philip.

Lady, I've lived here a lot of years..

I can read you every legend,

in Spanish if you like.

You name the ship,

I'll draw you the riggings.

This map shows exactly where that ship went down.

None of us can dive, but you can.

You name the price.

You can have it in cash

or a piece of the action.

Piece of what action?

Don't you realize that every 50 years

some dedicated

professionals get lucky and come up with a find?

You're not dedicated professionals.

You're a brotherhood

of happy, free-swinging thinkers.

You've got a crap shooter's instinct.

Why don't you go to Vegas?

You'd be better off.

Please, look at this.

[VICTOR]

Hmmm?

That's quite a map.

But Mr. Langley and I are very busy.

We charter a small

but dependable fishing boat

to people who like

to go to sea and catch bass

and not pieces of eight,

which they can't.

What part of Italy

are you from, Miss Lucchesi?

Naples.

Must be beautiful there

this time of year.

Well...

Well, you may change your mind.

If we're not on board,

you can find us

at this motel right here.

And if you'd like

to charter a fishing boat,

we're at the dock.

Ask anyone.

Imagine her drinking red wine

with a 50 cent

sharpie like him.

That's a beautiful woman.

She walks well.

You're quite right.

She walks well.

[WHISTLING]

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Give me a stick. I'll beat it to death.

Blessings on Thee,

O Landlord.

Barefoot boy

with cheek of jowl.

Stand aside

while the crew boards.

You ain't boarding

this boat..

Not tonight.

Maybe never.

You're wrong, Mr. Trench.

Short of a hurricane

or your departing this earth,

we're going to board

this boat,

and you're a minute away

from losing your teeth..

Brittain,

you owe me 190 bucks for dockage,

$363 for gas,

$88 for ice and supplies.

That makes a total

of $641 overdue and collectable.

We never hung you up

on a bill.

I ain't going

to let you.

I ain't

no credit union..

You bring the dough, you can get on this boat.

You got

till tomorrow night.

Can't we sleep

on board?

You've got the keys.

We can't go anywhere.

You can't go anywhere

because I'm keeping the keys.

Gently, gently Trench,

gently.

Look Brittain,

I'm going to tell you one more time...

Don't poke, Trench.

Don't you know

how it can irritate a guy?

Let that remind you

to keep a civil tounge

in your big, fat head..

And also to check out

your diver's suits..

Can he swim?

We'll check

the morning papers.

Good morning.

Does Rossiter live here?

That's correct.

I'm one of his party.

You're Brittain.

Mm-hmm.

Come in.

Mr. Rossiter

and Miss Lucchesi are in town

hoping to find

a new diver.

I expect them shortly.

Cup of coffee?

Thanks, no.

Forgive me.

I'm Eric Lauffnauer.

We have, uh something in common, Mr. Brittain.

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