The Deep Page #3

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She was never this close to the edge of the reef before.

You're lucky.

Five people have died over the last 30 years...

trying to crawl inside that ship.

Blew themselves up poking torches around.

There's enough live ammo down there

to blow up half the island.

Oh, will somebody just cut the crap?

Blew themselves up for what?

Goliath was a military ship, boy.

Went down with munitions and medical supplies.

Or so they say.

They're there, all right.

All right, what's there?

Morphine, 98,000 ampoules.

I packed them myself.

Jesus. Why didn't you tell us the truth?

If you had, we wouldn't have had

that run-in with that Haitian.

The name's Cloche.

That you didn't know nothing's what saved you.

I wasn't sure myself until now.

The first time he's told me the truth.

Adam, what do you reckon to the rest of them, then?

They're probably all smashed up by the ordnance now.

The way she's lying here...

this time there won't be any

steel plate to have to burn through.

They've performed a bloody autopsy

on that with everything but forceps...

but nobody ever found one of those before.

Well, we found one.

Oh, we are having a wonderful day, aren't we, David?

How come nobody found one until now?

Well, the sea's a joker, boy. Loves to fool you.

Dive a wreck one day, find nothing.

That night, blows up a storm...

go back again, same spot,

you find a carpet of golden coin.

We just had one of the worst storms

in 10 years, haven't we, Adam?

- Aye.

- Coffin!

Goddamn it. Coffin.

"Coffin. Goddamn it, Coffin."

Nice to meet you folks.

Mr. Treece?

Which one of us turns this thing over to the government?

Well, now, miss...

I'm going to have to think on that.

You see, I was never one much to bother with formalities.

Morphine's not exactly a formality.

- That's halfway to heroin.

- Halfway to hell.

I know all about that. So does Cloche.

By the time some Hamilton bureaucrat

gets off of his fat bum...

it will be heroin.

That's why I'm gonna dive down there tonight.

You haven't answered my question, Mr. Treece.

I'll answer the question. I'm turning

this over to the government.

I'm all the government you need, boy.

Put that right back.

Now, the reasons are two. They're mine and yours.

Mine, if there are thousands of ampoules down there...

and Cloche gets his hands on them...

that junk will be on the street in New York in a week.

Yours, if you're lucky, it's the only one left...

but if you go to the government,

your treasure hunt will be off...

and if there is any treasure down there...

you'll just be reading about somebody else finding it.

David, please don't dive.

Make up your own mind, boy.

I have made up my mind, Treece.

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