The Deep

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What the hell you trying to do, kill yourself?

- There's something down there.

- What was it?

I don't know.

Something grabbed my arm, twisted me around.

Almost pulled my arm off.

Here. Give me this.

Listen, I told you, you gotta stay with me.

David, I panicked.

David, I panicked.

Well, listen, you can't panic.

You just gotta learn to relax...

and control yourself.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Actually, David, it's my foot.

Damn thing bit off my entire foot.

Look, it's just a bloody stump.

I almost drowned.

I almost drowned.

We might as well be married

for all the concern I get around here.

You wanna go dive naked?

In the bathtub, in the hotel?

Gail, hey, look.

- Look at this.

- What is it?

I don't know.

Looks like a coin.

- I'm gonna take a shower.

- Okay, babe.

Goliath? I thought you said

you were diving on the Brighton.

We did dive the Brighton...

then we spotted that wreck off the point...

so we decided we'd take a look.

It wasn't in the guidebook.

Damn right it's not. Goliath's full of munitions.

Tourists aren't allowed to blow themselves up, you know.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Can't believe the stuff this Romer Treece...

has found off the coast around here.

I can believe it.

- What have we found out?

- Well, I don't know.

"O.P.N." means Ora pro nobis, "pray for us"...

and "S.C." I can't find in any of these.

You know, if I'd wanted to spend

my holiday in the library...

I could've walked 10 blocks to 42nd Street.

- Let's approach this methodically.

- I'd love to play tennis.

- Our coin is dated 1714, right?

- You're not listening.

The only ships that went down in that period...

- were King Philip's fleet in 1715.

- Ping-Pong?

Now, that's fantastic because there's 30 million in gold.

Okay.

I'm gonna play tennis with a pro.

No.

All right.

- What are you gonna have?

- Wine, madam?

No, thank you.

- Would you care for some more, sir?

- Thank you.

- Would you like some dessert?

- No, thank you.

It was about here, outside the wreck,

that I almost had my arm torn off.

All right, if you were there...

I was across the hull in about 80 feet of water...

and that's where I found that coin...

Hello.

You must be the young couple

who found that bottle this afternoon?

Smallish, three inches long, tapered?

It could be Reinhardt glass, you know...

from Rotterdam, before the war.

- It certainly didn't look like anything...

- We didn't find any bottle.

Yeah.

We...

My name is Henri Bondurant, a jeweler by trade.

By avocation, a collector of rare and unusual glass.

You see, the government here...

has rather strict rules about diving.

Legally, you cannot take anything off Bermuda...

unless you first offer to sell it

to the government and are declined.

Unfortunately, the government rarely ever does decline...

and even more rarely offers premium prices.

- What'd you say your name was?

- Bondurant. Bondurant.

Well, I am sorry. This is fascinating,

but what does it have to do with us?

Let me tell you something.

If that bottle is a genuine Reinhardt...

it would be a small coup for a collector like myself.

- I would be prepared to offer...

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I told you, we don't have any bottle.

In that case...

my apologies for having interrupted your conversation.

Good night.

Good night.

Jesus. Who was that?

Some dynamite businessman. You could have listened.

Well... Come on, Gail. Bottle collector, my ass.

Do you think this is it?

Well, it isn't a bloody tourist trap.

What do you want?

Mr. Treece? Indeed.

Well, Mr. Treece, a friend of ours...

was doing some diving around here about a month ago...

and found a Spanish coin that was dated 1714...

and he told us to talk to you.

- Look it up in the Hamilton library.

- Yeah, we did.

We talked to the librarian

and she said for us to come here...

and talk to you because you'd help us.

Yes, well, she's a stupid woman...

but she's kind, you know. Quite kind.

She still growing her mustache?

It's all right. Come on in. Let's see what you got.

Come on over, then.

But you haven't been asked for lunch.

Thank you.

Well, it ain't no coin, boy.

It's a Spanish medallion.

It's a medallion?

Beginner's luck.

If this hadn't laid against iron,

it would've oxidized long ago...

- and you'd have nothing.

- Right.

We couldn't figure out the inscription,

Ora pro nobis, and S.C. in front of it.

"Santa Clara, pray for us."

That was common enough an inscription in those days.

- There you are, boy.

- Is it valuable?

One medallion? No, not to me.

Must be one of King Philip's treasure.

That's the only fleet that went down in that time.

No, not unless it walked itself

across the ocean for 800 miles.

That fleet went down in a hurricane off Florida...

all 11 of them, 1715.

That's all documented and proven in my library.

We've already found El Capitano, Ubilla's flagship.

Obviously, there's something down here, isn't there?

Well, now, just hang on a minute, boy.

You just found one trinket.

Might pay for your holiday, if you don't drink too much.

On the other hand, it might have fallen overboard...

dropped there by some drunken old rummy one night.

What else have you got in there, then?

Hey, boy, this is Goliath trash.

What the hell were you doing diving down there?

We spotted the wreck off the point so we dived down.

Where'd you get this, exactly?

Right about here, just outside the wreck.

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