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You were right all along.

You were right before anybody.

- Where did you find this?

- A hundred yards off the reef.

Wow, Finn. Oh, my God.

That's what I'm saying.

Where's the plate?

Well, I don't have it on me

this minute.

Where do you have it?

Well, it's back there.

Wow.

Wow.

I know what you're thinking, Tess.

But I swear to God it's the truth.

You can ask Alfonz.

Okay. Where is he?

Well, he's back there too.

I can't believe you would dangle this

in front of me.

I can't believe it.

- You really think I'd lie about this?

- Why not? You're a liar.

But this is an inappropriate time

to dwell on that.

You... I can draw this picture too.

Hey, Tess, I'm telling you, we solved

a 300-year-old mystery yesterday.

Married or not...

...if we don't go after that ship,

it's gonna haunt us the rest of our lives.

I wasted eight years of my life

on this bullshit.

I'm going back to Chicago.

I'm gonna get my Ph. D...

...and I'm going to spend the rest of my life

teaching, reading and writing books.

And somewhere in there I'm gonna meet

an intelligent, successful man...

...who can get through an entire

conversation without using "definitely. "

First of all,

I hardly ever say that anymore.

And when are you gonna stop selling

this crap about going back to school?

You want history?

It's under the ocean, lady.

What, are you telling me you wanna

spend your life in some dark room...

...taking notes and writing books...

...about what some old putz in

another room cooked up in his head...

...about things

that you have actually seen...

...and touched and pulled out of the sand

with your own hands?

Bullshit.

I'm so glad we're not married anymore.

Well, where are you gonna get

the tuition money anyway?

That's the best part. By selling the boat.

By selling my boat, which belongs to me,

which used to belong to us...

...but you missed the divorce

so now it belongs to me.

I'm gonna fix it up, I'm gonna sell it,

and I'm going back... What?

This is hard to say.

What is?

Well, you act like this is totally my fault.

Can I borrow this cane

for a second, please?

Oh, come on, Tess.

You're not gonna hit me.

Ugh.

Sorry.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

I take it they didn't kill you.

No...

...but thanks for your help.

- You need help.

- You are not my mother.

You're right.

I guess maybe I act like your mother

sometimes because I never had one.

Easy, Gary, easy.

Okay, look, the main thing is

we get away from Key West.

The second Finn lays eyes on this boat,

he's gonna be onboard in 10 minutes.

What do you mean?

You told him you're working here?

- Are you kidding?

- Then I don't get it.

He needs money, Gary.

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