Underwater

'It all began with a sleigh ride along the Caribbean.

'Dominic hooked me in with his sea sled.

'He was hauling me along in his latest brainwave, a treasure hunt.

'I wasn't worried about treasure. I was just along for the ride.

'I must have salt-water blood, the way I go for these sunken junkets.

'But Dom was setting the course for the rotting timbers of an old ship,

'which just had to be some ancient Spanish gal sunk with a million in gold. I knew better.

'Down here, every island has its sunken ruin, but you sure eat up the oxygen trying to chase it down.

'Sand drifts and shifts with every tide, so what you think you saw turns out to be a ghost.

'Then I almost fell off the sled.

'I'd found Dom's ship - what was left of it.

'The sleigh ride was over. I backtracked to what I'd seen.

'The floors of these waters are paved with wrecks, but all wrecks aren't paved with gold.

'Not one out of 100 turns out to be worth salvaging.

'First, you collect evidence - saves wasting time and equipment ploughing through some old pineapple skin,

'or an empty hull that's already been tapped.

'Photographs are a big help too, when you want to tag a wreck.

'Not that I expected much from this heap of barnacles.

'But this junk might lead to finding out her name and the date she sailed and what she was carrying.

'I was having my kicks browsing,

'but Dom was acting like he had fallen into a mint.

'That shooting iron was no .45 automatic.

'I was trying to keep my head and not start climbing up to cloud nine like old Dom.

'But it wasn't easy. Excitement hits you before you know it, and I was being hit.'

-I was right, eh, Johnny?

-You were right!

There's a fortune down there. Gold bullion waiting for us to scoop it up.

-Do I have to convince you of that, too?

-Bullion, eh?

-We are rich!

-When we bring it up.

-We'll bring it up.

Hola.

Que tal? Buenos dias.

Que te pasa? No hablas espanol?

What's the matter? Don't you speak Spanish?

Ah-h!

Al fin saliste! Buenos dias.

-Buenos dias.

-You were down there a long time. I watched the bubbles, then I fell asleep.

-My name's Herrera, Rico Herrera.

-I'm Dominic, Dominic Casada. This is my friend Johnny Grant.

Mucho gusto.

Miguel Vega. Deaf.

-I've never seen you in these waters before. Where are you from?

-Havana.

We work for the Science Institute.

Ah, so.

-And you! Where do you come from?

-Puerto Bravo, down the coast.

-What do you do down there that takes so long?

-We look for rocks.

-A scientific study.

It's a long way just for rocks.

Ah, buena puteria! Es muy grande!

Good shot, yes? It leans either way, one of you lies dead.

-Does he know? We were sure talking loud enough when we came up.

-Maybe he was asleep like he said.

-Maybe the other one IS deaf.

-Shark hunters, huh?

-Uh-huh.

-A tough way to make a living.

-With rifles.

-Oh, sure, they sell the sharks' liver. I know.

I've done it myself. A tough way to make a living.

'Back in Cuba, they told us at the university that those hunks of evidence were real.

'We knew they were the McCoy, but we needed 5,000 bucks for a good-size boat, supplies

'and oxygen to stay down for days.

'And all the capital Dom had was the gold in his teeth. My problem was a lot bigger than capital.

'I had to tell Theresa. That would be the toughest part of all.

'How to tell Theresa.'

-Leave it on the dock, please!

-I don't want to be left on the dock!

-Johnny! Hiya, mi bonito, bonito!

-Why didn't you tell me you were coming? Look at me. I'm a mess.

-You're beautiful.

Five whole days!

Ah, que cara alli!

-Dominic! I ought to cut your ears off for staying away for much too long.

-Much too long, chiquita linda.

Ah, mi diablo alegre! Come in here where I can see you.

Ole!

-You're all right, huh? No troubles in your face.

-No troubles.

There is something. You're in love!

Some pretty chiquita finally got the bachelor Dominic!

-I swear there is no-one.

-Come on, below, Dom. We'll buy you a drink.

-Funny, I can always tell.

-In the home of Theresa and Johnny, you see love in my face.

It'll come to me. Come on.

-When we were home, we saw your mama.

-She told me. She sends her love to you.

-She said you were in Brazil, doing something big in Roble.

-I was until he snapped in my face.

Oh, you couldn't have brought me a nicer present.

-Johnny's tough, but you just have to bear it.

-Dominic's not for anyone.

The midwife handed her to me. I held her by the ankles and I slapped her.

-She let out a yell like a coyote.

-She still does.

-Where did you run into each other? Aguabacoa?

-I never got there.

-No?

-You didn't get us a place for the tourists to camp?

-Tourists? Honey, make us a drink, will you?

All right. But, Johnny, we could've made a lot of money if we'd had a nice camping-out place for tourists.

-800 or 900.

-She calls that money.

-Pitiful.

-But she's a good kid.

-I never got to Aguabacoa.

-He went with me for a little boat ride.

-That's what I saw in your face!

-What did you see?

-In love with a little chiquita?!

-You two are up to some crazy plan again!

-Theresa, this time...

-What is it?

-We're gonna make you rich.

-Madre de Dios! We still owe the bank after his last venture!

-It's a sunken ship full of gold.

-We can't afford it.

-A Jesuit priest who's studied these things says there's treasure down there.

-He should be ashamed of himself!

-He's coming, too.

-When we told him what was down there, he went crazy.

And what was down there?

HE HUMS, THEN WHISTLES "Cherry Pink And Apple Blossom White"

This.

-A million dollars.

-1640.

-And all the ships that sailed before 1640 that didn't carry gold

-were ashamed to leave the harbour.

-This navigational instrument steered that ship into the rocks.

-Theresa, I've seen it with my own eyes.

-Johnny, you've seen it with HIS eyes.

-I invested my last peso.

-Would he have done that if this was just a bubble?

-He's done it before.

What about the time you were going to corner the market in avocados?

So, what do we do?

Do? I'll tell you. I looked at that wreck and said to myself, "Johnny, you're the head of the family.

"I'll go back to Havana and hock the boat, invest in the expedition and bring back all that loot."

Ole!

Ole.

Well, that was down there. Back here, I take a look at my wife, look at my boat,

think of my responsibilities, and I say, "Johnny, you're doing just fine as it is."

-Dom, we can't go.

-I understand. I just wanted to give you and Theresa a chance to get rich.

-We can't afford it. I know you hoped to use this boat.

-There are other boats.

-I mean to raise the money.

-Never mind. I attract it like a magnet.

You buy me dinner tonight at the Three Seagulls by the waterfront? Goodbye, chiquita bonita.

-I see you later.

-Dominic!

-Huh?

-Aren't you forgetting something?

Oh, I forgot!

Here, Johnny, you help me.

Ah, don't worry, Johnny. We had fun for a few days.

We dived together for the first time since we were in the Frogs. Now forget it. We never went.

There is no wreck. There is no treasure. There is no gold. There is nothing.

Wipe everything away from your mind, huh?

I see you later.

-I'm sorry, Johnny.

-No. Nobody said this rainbow was for real.

-I know, but you really want to go, don't you?

-Oh, forget it.

Don't you think we ought to talk about it?

Sure.

I think I'll make you a nice Collins. I'll put three times as much gin in it.

OK?

Fine.

And just because I love you, I'm gonna spike it with a mickey.

-You'd like that, too, uh?

-Swell.

It's gonna make you sick as a dog, you know. That's OK, uh?

-Great.

-All right, here it is.

-I ought to throw you overboard for that!

-Go ahead!

-We'll have a big fight and divorce and never see each other again!

-What are you talking about?

-You wanna go.

-You've got no idea.

-Then why pretend you don't?

-I want to stay here, too.

Split right down the middle.

Pobrecito.

Johnny, how long did we go together before we were married?

Two weeks. Two and a half.

And we've only been married a year. It's not a very long time.

Listen, Johnny, in some ways, we're still strangers.

And if you don't let me know you, I can't be any more interested in you than any other stranger.

Do you remember when you gave me this?

-Sure.

-You said that down there the natives wear them all the time.

That's right. They're afraid if they show their real faces, they might get hurt.

-They take them off if they're alone or with someone they love and trust.

-That's how it has to be with us.

It's true. That's why we have to talk.

All right, we'll talk about it.

DOM ASKS DIRECTIONS

Hello! Miss Warrender?

Miss Warrender?

Hello?

How dare you snoop around this boat? Get out! I told you I didn't have any money! Get out!

-How DARE you!

-Ow!

Take it easy. Don't you remember me? It's Dominic. Dominic Casada.

Remember?

Oh. Hello.

-Hello.

-Please, don't be nice to me. It makes me want to cry.

Thanks.

-What happened to your boss, old JP?

-Oh, I don't know. He just vanished.

Everybody expects me to know. I was only his secretary.

Oh-h, now, that's enough. That's enough. He didn't leave any address?

-No, he didn't. They all ask me that.

-The government?

Yes, and half the other men in Cuba. Even some from Florida. They all ask me where Mr Robinson is.

-They get angry and yell at me, shake their fingers at me and threaten me.

-Aw-w.

-I don't blame them.

-He owes them money.

-He doesn't owe me anything. I have a proposition he might be interested in.

-You have no idea where I can find him?

-He didn't even leave money to pay the crew. They quit a week ago.

-They yelled at me, too.

-Aw-w.

-They think I have access to Mr Robinson's money, but I haven't!

-I believe you.

-He didn't leave a penny. I've been living on peanut butter.

-Why don't you stay at the club and charge it?

-His credit's no good. All I have to my name is this yacht.

-What?

-All I have to my name is this yacht.

-What do you mean?

-Mr Robinson keeps it in my name. A business precaution.

Legally, I'm the owner.

-YOU have the papers?

-Of course.

HE WHISTLES "Cherry Pink And Apple Blossom White"

THEY PLAY "Cherry Pink And Apple Blossom White"

-Hola, Perez.

-Hola.

-Es mi esposo Juanito.

-Hello.

-Perez Brown.

-Hi.

Es para mi?

-Despues - Maria Elena, huh?

-Si, si.

Ole!

-Gloria, these are my two best friends, Theresa and Johnny.

-Hi.

-Hello.

-Sit down, chiquita bonita.

Hey, Johnny, I got a boat. She owns it, she has the papers and she's going to join the expedition.

-She's going to have full share of the treasure.

-That's nice.

-Right?

-Right. That is, I think it's right. I hope it's right.

-Don't worry, gringuita.

-You can trust me.

-In the Navy, he was known as Dependable Dominic, the honest sailor.

-He never even stole one battleship.

-I'm impressed.

-You must see this boat. Hay, mamacita!

It's a beauty. A 50-foot, two-masted schooner. Room for six. 135 horsepower.

-Well, I guess he can use our money, anyway.

-Gasoline, groceries, supplies.

-What money?

-The money we got for hocking the Theresa.

-The 4,800.

-You knew we'd get the money.

-After you left, I kept looking at the astrolabe.

-That's why you left it.

-Did I leave it?

-"Did I leave it?"!

-Anyway, we're going.

-We are?!

-Yes.

-Sure. 4,800 and a 50-foot schooner, how could we resist?

-Ah, Johnny, gringuita...

you, you son-of-a-gun, I shoulda never let you out of my sight.

BAND PLAYS THERESA'S REQUEST

-OK, Johnny?

-Sure.

-Why did you keep the girl a secret?

-No secret.

-I never said more than hello and goodbye to her until today.

-Ah!

Wait till you see the boat. Ay, chihuahua, she's beautiful!

-So is the girl. And speaking of such matters...

-I know, I know. Why don't I settle down and get married?

-Si.

-That's all I hear from Mama. I say to her, "Mama, let's plant some chilli peppers in the garden."

And she says, "That's a very good idea. Speaking of chilli peppers... when are you going to get married?"

-Having fun?

-Yes! Even if it turns out like those depressing stories

-where no-one finds the treasure, but they all find their souls.

-Me, too.

-Hey, Johnny!

-Let's send a telegram to the padre, eh?

-Padre? Already have.

Hiya, stranger.

'You know how a kid feels getting up before dawn to go fishing? That's how Dom and I felt.'

Graciously hear our prayers, O Lord, and with thy holy hand, bless this boat and all who sail thereon.

Send thy holy angel from Heaven to guard this boat and keep it safe from every peril, along with all on board.

Comfort thy servants with a calm voyage and the desired harbour.

Having transacted their business, recall them again when the time comes to happiness of country and home.

Amen.

'The sea owed us a living for the time we'd put in combing her reefs and scratching around sharp coral.

'Sometimes you'd dive for pennies. Sometimes for pink shells.

'But this time, I was a mercenary. And this time, she was going to pay off.

'Father Cannon received permission to leave the university to look for a lost page out of the past.

'And us, we were chasing the future, our future.

'Every man has to go after his own Holy Grail.

'I guess that Gulf wind in your face can build you up pretty high.

'When evening tossed out stars like shining dice, I could only see diamonds round Theresa's throat.'

Ay, ay, ay, Dominic!

I have heard music with more alegria.

No alegria tonight, little one.

You're sad tonight. Why?

I have been drinking sad wine.

HE WHISTLES AND PLAYS "Cherry Pink And Apple Blossom White"

Mi diablo alegre, eh?

Hi.

-Those are my pyjamas. What happened to your nightgown?

-Well, I couldn't have you, so...

-So?

Johnny, tie the wheel off.

What?

-Let the boat go. She'll take care of herself.

-Let the boat go!

All right for you!

Such gloom!

Tomorrow we get to the wreck.

-Suppose there's nothing down there but a lot of fish and shells?

-It's a fine time to be thinking of that!

-Don't make fun.

-Who's making fun?

What happens to dreams when hot blood turns cold and fires burn low?

Chasing rainbows. Sometimes I wonder if I can go on for ever chasing them.

Each time it takes a little more strength, a little more energy to keep up the hope and the enthusiasm.

What happened to faith?

-I've been cashing a lot of cheques of mine.

-Dominic, do me a favour.

Go find some happy wine.

Dominic, is this a photograph of the wreck you and Johnny found?

-Yes, it is.

-Why didn't you show it to me before?

-It wasn't developed.

-And this astrolabe, you found that in this wreck?

-Johnny and I found it.

-That's impossible.

-Why?

-Just as you wouldn't use the steering gear of the Queen Elizabeth on a harbour cutter,

-this navigational device was never used on such a small vessel.

-We found it there.

-You salted that wreck.

-Salted?

-You found the wreck, then decorated it with some of these.

Uh-huh. I did.

-Johnny!

-Yeah?

-Come down here.

-And leave the boat go?

-We're not going anywhere.

-What did you say, honey?

-Dominic has been doing a little window-dressing.

-What do you mean?

-Those relics of yours...

-Yes.

-He sprinkled them over the wreck.

-Just this one.

-Where did you get it, Dominic?

-It's a fake.

-No, it's real. It came up in a fisherman's net.

I bought it from him, Johnny. He got it the same place where I took you.

-I threw it overboard near the wreck.

-Just like that?

-Uh-huh.

-You did? You conned your old pal.

-I didn't make this thing.

I didn't put that ship down there. It sank.

-In 1640.

-You just put candles in the birthday cake.

-Sure. Take away the candles...

-It's still a cake.

-Don't worry, Dominic. You've got lots of faith.

-Yes, I have.

So have I. Not because of the window-dressing, but I did see that wreck.

I'm here to dive down into it. That's what I'm gonna do.

-You say the fisherman found this at Cabo Fuente?

-Yes, he did.

In the cathedral at Panama, there once stood a statue of the Virgin, life-sized, made by the Indians.

The Madonna held the Christ-child.

The Christ-child held the terrestrial globe surmounted by a cross.

In January 1671, the people of Panama got word that the English pirate Morgan was coming to raid their city.

The good fathers got the church treasure out of the city and over the isthmus.

How they managed with that statue, I'll never know.

When they arrived at Nombre de Dios, they were able to charter a galleon,

so they put all of the treasure - candlesticks tall as a man and the statue - all aboard the galleon.

They found a small pilot vessel that could lead them to Europe, and a man-of-war as an escort.

When the flames of the city were still raging in the sky, the little convoy took off for Europe.

A hurricane got up and they were never heard from again.

You think that our wreck was the pilot ship of the convoy?

That I do. The name of the galleon that carried the treasure was the Santo Bello, and look...

"L.L.O."

Father, the statue of the Madonna on the galleon?

Yes. Life-sized, pounded out of nuggets by the Indians, solid gold and encrusted with precious gems.

-Solid gold?

-Oh, its monetary value was several millions of dollars,

-but its historical value to the Church...it's incalculable.

-You think we have stumbled on the convoy?

I'll go out on a limb and say, "Yes."

Johnny, we hit the jackpot.

We'll start the search with the sled.

-We can find her underwater.

-How big was it, Father?

-16 guns.

-Good.

-We'll begin in the west and move at intervals of 100 yards.

-50 yards.

-Right.

'Theresa wasn't letting me go under alone. I had to have company.

'And so at 50-yard intervals, the search pattern for the rest of the convoy began.

'Day after day, we were gliding through the submarine canyons like a pair of happy marlin searching.

'Searching...

'searching...

'..around every coral corner.

'All of a sudden, something was there.

'We were on our own now with a few minutes breathing time left in our bags.

'Skin-diving towards the tomb of the ship like a couple of grave robbers.

'Now even Theresa knew. This time was no pipe dream.'

-They're guns.

-Ship's guns. When the ropes that tied them down rotted, they elevated.

Yes.

It's the man-of-war, Johnny.

-The convoy was heading for the beach here.

-They tried to come about in the heavy sea.

-It sank...here.

Hmm. Pilot ship, man-of-war.

But the pilot ship would be first.

No, with the hurricane raging, they'd have sent the treasure ship in first.

The treasure ship should be somewhere around here, Johnny.

-Then we search along the cliff, eh?

-Right.

-What if it's out in 800 fathoms?

-Then we go home, Father.

GLORIA WHISTLES

You'll dazzle the fish!

-Fancy, eh? It's deep down and dark. We have to see each other.

-Which is mine, dear?

-Cut it out!

HUMMING OF ENGINE, FOLLOWED BY A BANG

Ah, you're back!

-Yeah, we've come back.

-You didn't get enough rocks last time?

That's right. Not enough rocks.

-That Science Institute has a love for rocks, yes?

-A real passion.

-So they send you back with a ship big enough to hold tons of rocks, eh?

-That's right.

- Buenos dias. - Good morning.

And a padre comes, too!

-And ladies!

-They're our assistants.

What an operation! What an enthusiasm for rocks! Education is a remarkable thing.

-It is. How's the hunting?

-Had I an education, I might have an interest in such studies.

-How's the hunting?

Oh, in this area, very good, but there's so little demand these days. Could you let me have some garbage?

-We have no garbage.

-What do you want the garbage for?

Ah, an enquiring mind. Without it, you would not be scientists.

They scatter garbage in the water to attract sharks. Sharks are scavengers.

-Si, senorita. I hope my hunting will not interfere with your collection of rocks.

-Not if you're far enough away.

I'll take care. I have a vast respect for science.

-Good luck.

-Please, save the garbage for me. It will help you while you search for the rocks.

'Men who live by sharks get to live like them. You could almost smell the way that guy was thinking.

'We looked fat and he was hungry.'

-Who are your friends?

-A couple of shark hunters we met last time.

-He sure asked a lot of questions.

-He sure did.

-The official greeter in these parts, eh?

-Yeah.

Come on, Johnny, let's go to work.

Are they under us still?

No, they're out in that direction now. You can hardly see the bubbles.

When you don't see the bubbles, that is the time to worry, little one.

HE IS SPEAKING - WORDS ARE INAUDIBLE

'Tick-tack-toe, there she was, sleeping out the centuries on that coral mountain.

'The sea had washed off her make-up and the worms had eaten her skin,

'but to us at that moment, this hulk was a living doll.'

'The currents had started to uncover her deck,

'exposing the stump of a mainmast, hatch and pieces of rail.

'She had torn her belly out, trying to climb this reef and had become stuck on the edge of a cliff.

'This hatchway should lead to the captain's quarters and the strong room.'

-It's the Santa Bella, beyond any doubt.

-I knew it.

-Me, too.

As soon as I looked at it, I felt it in here.

-This long shadow, is that the edge of the cliff?

-That's right.

-Is it very deep?

-About 200 fathoms.

-They almost made it.

-I will shed tears for them some other time. Now I want to go down and look for it.

-It'll be a long wait until morning.

-Let's do something, eh?

'The statue of the Madonna, life-sized. Solid gold.

'Encrusted with precious gems.'

WHISTLING

It's about time. What kept you?

You're getting grouchy, honey.

Rameses's boat, it's shrinking. There are people all over it.

-Well, let's take a ride.

-Yeah, very funny.

Hey, how long has that been there?

-What? The island?

-Yeah.

-As long as we've been here. And a million years before that.

-This is the first time I've really seen it.

You've been busy and...

-That's a beautiful island.

-Mm-hm. You want to go ashore?

-Yes.

Come on, then.

-Oh, we don't have to, er...

-We should ask.

Nobody down there wants to go ashore, do they?

-Ashore? What for?

-Oh, just to look around.

-Hey, how about a picnic?

-Yeah!

-Johnny, we'll have a picnic.

-Get the radio, gringuita.

-All right.

-THERESA LAUGHS

-I'll start the outboard.

MUSIC PLAYS

'Being this near rich can make a man scared his luck won't hold out.

'It can almost make him forget what he's got already.'

-SHE SQUEALS

-Johnny, Johnny! No, no!

No more jitters, huh?

What jitters?

Hey, remember me.

Well, maybe a little buck fever with all that loot down there.

-Johnny, let me dive with you and Dominic tomorrow.

-Why?

-Because I want to see it.

-Oh.

-A little different from cornering the avocado market.

-Don't be smart!

-I could be wrong once.

-Oh, no, that could never happen!

No, but you will let me go with you, won't you? Whither thou goest...

OK.

Travel.

-Hmm?

-We'll travel, you and I, with all the money.

-Right.

-We'll go to South America, huh?

-Uh-huh. Marrakech, Morocco, Casablanca.

It's nice there.

Mm-hm. Even during the War.

Beautiful.

Lots of pretty girls?

Oh, I wouldn't know. Like most of us fellows in the service, I thought only of duty.

Don't give me that, Johnny Grant!

-I was a clean-cut fellow in those days.

-Yeah.

Well, I like you better as you are now.

DOOR CREAKS

'A salvage job takes patience.

'You have to pry and pry until a wreck gets to know you and tells you her secrets.'

'And here was the door that didn't open.

'And I wasn't wasting any time looking for a key.

'There were slower, safer ways to pull a ship apart, but every trip was stacking the cards against us,

'so it had to be dynamite.'

'Those sand shrimp weren't used to entertaining visitors.

'There must have been thousands of them, chattering like old ladies in the porch of a summer hotel.

'With that many sand shrimp, there was plenty of sand.'

HE SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY

'The bends, we used to call it.

'There's a lot of fancy medical names for what hit Dom.

'Sometimes nitrogen gets into the blood and louses up the metabolic balance of the system.

'Sometimes it's just from being too old and going too deep that one extra time.'

'Whatever the cause, Dom was depth-drunk.

'And once it begins to hit you, your diving days are numbered.'

'I should've been worrying a lot more about Dom that night.

'I should've remembered the way that drowned hulk shook and sank,

'or the way Theresa hadn't been looking at me all through supper.

'But all I could hear in my brain was that shark hunter's 30-30.

'That crazy Rico out there, shooting at moonbeams, just to let me know he was there,

'hanging around in the dark like bad luck, never too near, never too far.

'Just waiting to move in on the jackpot. I had to figure some way to dry-dock him.'

SHE WHISTLES

Hello, lovey.

Hi.

It's tough being alone together for a while, huh?

Yeah.

It's better than being rich.

We still got a lot to do.

You know, Johnny, I've dived for pennies in my time.

-And I love the idea of being rich, but...

-But what?

-Well, I don't like the idea of you wriggling around in that rotten old hulk, for one.

-It's solid.

-It's held together with rust and we all know it.

-I can swim.

Si, bonito, you can swim.

One can sink, too.

GUNSHOTS

I won't sink as long as Dom's there.

That's not what I mean.

-It's what

-I

-mean.

GUNSHOT

What are you going to do?

Tomorrow I'm going to punch a hole in that wreck.

I'm going to hook a line...

to the wall of the strong room...

make it fast...

turn on the power... and pull it out, like a tooth.

Ole.

Buenas noches.

'A lousy fortune sitting under our keel and I wasn't losing any part of it, not to woman, sand, devil

'or deep water.'

ENGINE STARTS

CREAKING

LOUD RUMBLING

CRASH

- Are you all right? - What happened?

All right.

Cave in. Look.

Look. Hey, Johnny.

He had a death grip on it.

And that's not all, amigo. I felt the rest of the statue with my hands. I did, Father.

That's fine. Now we'll get you down to the cabin.

-I'm all right.

-Yes, sure. Come on, we'll get you below.

-Gold, huh?

-Absolutely.

-Solid?

-Yes.

-See where it was broken away from the statue?

-Look, honey.

Look. Look where the fingers were.

The whole statue is down there, Father. I felt it with my hands.

-The next thing to do is to bring it up.

-Right away.

-Not so fast.

-How do you feel?

-How do I feel? Holding this would revive the dead.

-How goes it with the rocks?

-Well. It goes well with the rocks.

Good.

-We have no garbage, my friend.

-We're busy with our scientific studies.

-Why not come back some other time?

-Manana, maybe.

-My business will take but a few minutes.

-Some other time.

But I wish to make confession. Con permiso.

Pasa.

Gracias.

Father, out here a priest is rare, yet there's always danger,

and one would not like to die unshriven.

-I understand.

-Where do you find the opportunity to sin out here?

-There are always evil thoughts.

-Gracias.

-Senor...cafe?

Ah, si, por favor, senorita.

-Senora! Perdone.

-Si.

-Oh, Father.

-No. No, thanks.

-You're too kind!

-It's so seldom one has guests in these waters.

I suppose we won't be seeing you any more, huh?

-Que sabe?

-You'll probably be moving down the coast.

-I follow the sharks.

There's no telling where a shark goes or what he does.

You know what a shark is, senora? A shark is a wandering bottomless stomach.

People call him bad names. Killer, murderer, cannibal.

He's only hungry.

Always on the prowl for something to eat.

And for him, anything is food.

Even rocks.

Si, padre. I have known a shark to swallow even rocks.

-Si, como no?

-Es posible.

Gracias. Con permiso.

Adios, padre. Adios, senora.

-Gracias.

-De nada. Ah, Senor Herrera.

-Si?

-You've got fish on your boat?

-I've got some bonito.

Good. You have fish. We have wine. You have dinner with us tonight, uh?

A little party.

You would not find it dull? I'm only a simple fisherman.

-Oh, not at all.

-I accept the invitation. Gracias.

Him, too?

Him, too.

And him, too?

Yeah, him, too.

-What time?

-About sundown.

Good. Perhaps it will not be too dull for you.

HE WHISTLES

Hasta luego!

-Adios! >

-Adios.

Hasta luego!

ENGINE STARTS

-Salud.

-Salud.

-Salud.

When Prohibition came to an end in the United States of North America, I wept.

-No-one believed more ardently in prohibition than I. Salud.

-Salud.

-Salud.

-I wish the United States of North America had never repealed the Prohibition law.

-I was making a fortune smuggling rum into Florida. Salud.

-Salud.

-Ah, you're too kind. Most hospitable.

-A pleasure.

RICO: Excuse me, please, uh?

They're very nice, but uncomfortable.

You know, I find you both sympaticos.

At first I found you antipatico, but now...sympatico!

I'm glad.

-I have an early morning in the morning. Excuse me. Buenas noches, padre.

-Good night.

Ah, si, muy sympatico.

Now, when you and Senor Casada get me and Miguel and Jesus drunk, what are you going to do with us?

-What are you talking about, amigo?

-I don't get your meaning, friend.

-Why have we been invited here?

Because you enjoy his conversation? Or his appearance? Out of long friendship for me?

You are both very subtle, like two elephants trudging around in a circus ring.

I was right, yes?

Arriba, senores.

Arriba.

-Johnny!

-Don't worry, Father. Nobody's going to get hurt.

What precautions to safeguard rocks, my friends.

-I hope you don't mind us using your dory.

-No, not at all.

Por favor, tell me something. Under the circumstances, it can do no harm.

How much gold have you found?

-You're imagining things.

-Gold?

Oh?

That much? Gracias.

RICO LAUGHS

'No, we didn't intend to hurt them. But on the way in, the tide pulled us inside the breaker line.

'I don't know who got at us first, the waves or our dinner guests.'

Go over there and sit on that rock and watch us

-while we get in the skiff, start the motor and get it out through the surf. Is that clear?

-Crystal clear.

And no swimming out. You understand?

Si, senor. No swimming out.

Get going.

Vamanos.

A shark on the beach can't hurt anyone.

And a little beachcombing might help cure some of Rico's evil thoughts.

Well, we got 'em on the beach.

-Peaceably?

-Yes and no. They jumped us.

-Are they all right?

-Sure. We just put them on ice until this is over.

-We'll take 'em some supplies in the morning.

-Speaking of the morning, Dominic, are you going under?

-Sure. I never felt better.

-Knock it off.

-What are you talking about?

-She knows. Besides, you're not diving tomorrow. It's too big a risk.

Well...we'll see.

Good night, chiquita. Good night, gringuita. Padre.

-Good night.

-Good night, Father.

(Six o'clock.)

Well, good night.

And you are going under, uh?

-Yeah.

-Alone?

Uh-huh.

-It's not too risky for you to go under alone?

-Oh, no.

-I thought Dominic was your insurance policy.

-Well, the insurance lapsed.

Nobody ever got killed for that. What do you want me to do?

-Take what we have and go home.

-Oh, what do we have?

Each other, for one thing. And if that isn't enough, 50,000 in gold.

50,000 is nothing.

What's so funny?

-Two weeks ago, you were overjoyed because we'd break even at the end of the season.

-I don't get the joke.

-You're not getting very many jokes these days, Johnny.

-Well, you just listen to me.

I put in a lot of time during the War doing underwater demolition.

I dived in minefields with half an army shooting at me.

Now, with a million bucks at stake, you think I won't dive alone? I want that jackpot. Understand?

Yes, I understand, Johnny, but how much do you bet? A nickel? A hand? An arm?

-Whatever it takes.

-Your life? Somebody else's life?

-If you think I'd quit now, you don't know me.

Then that must be it. I don't know you. I guess I never did.

Remember the signals, Father. One tug is steady.

-Two tugs - more power. Three tugs - slack off.

-Don't go, Johnny.

-Don't worry, Father. I know what I'm doing. Just watch for the signals.

-I know the signals.

ENGINE STALLS

Dom!

-Theresa's caught. What's wrong?

-The winch has stalled.

-We'll get it started.

Drop down another line. If that thing gets started, give me two.

Right.

HELP!

You OK, honey?

-Dom, you OK?

-Yeah. How are you, chiquita? Good.

How'd you get here?

We prayed and that little angel came and fetched us.

I'm sorry, Johnny. I thought they could help, but they locked Father Cannon below.

-They said he'd be safe.

-That's all right, Gloria.

Jesus, trae las piedras.

Theresa, honey...

Jesus!

TAPS HIS FOOT

Johnny, they're taking your gold.

Let 'em.

Don't worry, gringuita. It's all right.

Rico! Mira! Mira!

Oh! A cross!

Yeah.

From the Madonna and child we found on the wreck.

Yeah.

-It belonged to the cathedral in Panama.

-It belonged to the church?

Que dice?

El senor dice que esto es de la catedral de Panamena.

No, Rico! No!

What are we gonna do now?

-You can get on your boat and leave peacefully.

-Decisions, decisions.

What to do? I could kill you.

Try it. See what you get from him.

Go ahead, amigo.

-Try it.

-You'd risk your lives?

-Make a move and see.

You like gold that much?

This is a matter of principle.

You are very generous. Why?

-You'll never know.

-I still find you very, very...

-Sympatico?

Si, senor, si! Si!

HE WHISTLES

-Hey, Senor Herrera!

-Si?

We still have no garbage.

Idiota! Lo perdiste! Vete!

- Adios, Senor Herrera. - Adios, padre.

Adios, senora.

Adios! Muchas gracias!

Padrecito, the statue of the Madonna is gone.

Lost.

-But the gold cross is just down here in the sand. I'll get it for you.

-Thank you, Johnny.

I'll be back.

Will you wait for me?

I have news for you, Juanito. You ARE back.

Hoi!

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