Blood, Sand & Gold Page #6

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his motorcycle?

Wasn't that great

of a bike, anyway.

Oh, and that

was good work, too.

- I didn't think

you had in you.

- Save it.

Oh! And you're right

about your brother.

Uh, he's a maniac.

You know he thinks he's

the second coming of Drake?

I found the treasure.

This is hand plated.

Incan.

Wait, the sheik had this?

No, my brother's whore did.

She took it from him.

But that means that

Matthew has the gold.

Second coming of Drake.

We're chasing

my goddamn brother.

Sh*t.

What happened?

The sheik called me himself.

She knows, Ernest.

Mave knows.

How? How's that possible?

Doesn't matter.

It's being taken care of.

What about us?

What about the company?

I kinda like it when

everything is out in the open.

She knows I know,

and now we're just gonna

have to fix it.

Matthew, you're drunk.

Hey, this is your sister

we're talking about.

Matthew, this is not

how we do things.

Would you rather

we were both in jail?

I'd rather you come

clean about this.

Report everything found,

that way the company

can get back

to what it does best,

finding ancient ruins.

And what?

Every country

within 2,000 miles

slowly claws

our findings back.

F*** no.

What I if I find, I keep.

There are legal means

to handle this, Matthew.

It takes time, yes,

but it's the best thing

for this company.

Would you spare me

your f***ing morality

and legal issues, Ernest?

You lawyers

all think the same.

But you know the sh*t

this company's been doing

for years to stay afloat.

You're a part of it,

it's politics.

Okay, what do you want?

I want mave taken out.

And I'm gonna need

a clean-up over here.

Room 77.

You know the place.

Matthew? What are you

talking about?

We're gonna something

a little different tonight.

I'm not gonna f*** you.

I'm not gonna even touch you.

Have you heard

of Thomas dowdy?

Hmm? Of course not.

Nobody studies

history anymore.

- You stole from me.

- Stop!

Steal from me?

Steal from me?

Steal from me?

You all right?

You haven't said

anything in a while.

I have to use the journal.

The journal?

My father willed me

a journal.

I haven't read it.

Allegedly,

it exposes every sin

Adams exploration

ever committed.

The journal is in Switzerland

in an account to my name.

Once we get there,

I'll pay you what's left,

then you can go home.

You're firing me?

This isn't about

the gold anymore.

It's between me

and Matthew.

Well, it's your money.

What?

F***.

All right, just stay--

stay down. Stay down.

Oh, god.

Sh*t.

Stay down.

F***!

Are you okay?

Oh, my god.

- Oh, god!

- All right, stay down.

Stay down.

- Look under the seat.

- For what?

These cabbies

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