The Deep Page #2

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Are you quite sure?

Water plays strange tricks sometimes, you know.

Makes things look bigger, smaller, wrong way around.

- Sure it was right there?

- I'm positive.

There certainly are a lot of glass freaks in Bermuda.

Somebody else know about this, then?

Last night, a bald guy came up at dinner.

He said he was a glass collector.

He described that perfectly.

I didn't show it to him.

Looked like a basketball player.

Henri Bondurant, a French guy.

No, he's Haitian.

And, boy, could I just have another

little look at that medallion there?

Yeah.

I think I might just've missed something here.

Come over here and let's have a look

at this magnifying glass.

Yeah.

- Now, you see those letters here?

- Yes.

Not your normal mint mark.

That might be the mark of the engraver...

or it might be the person who had it made up.

I'm sure of one thing.

It's made up for somebody special.

Then it might be worth another look down there?

Yes. Well, as I said, it might, but not to me.

Thank you. Sorry you can't stay for lunch.

Wait a minute, Mr. Treece. That's all?

- Come on, David. Let's go.

- Just a sec.

You might not mind wasting any more of your time...

but I can't have you wasting mine.

You said there was something special.

- Let's go take a look.

- Good afternoon.

You Okay?

Gail.

Go right.

I wonder what the hell this guy's doing.

David!

Try and pull over.

I can't!

David!

- David?

- Yeah?

Should have sold me that bottle.

Now you force me to take

what you would not let me pay for.

Well, if it'll ease your mind, I'll still name a price.

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.

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