-Gemma.
Goddamn bastard. I'll get that little shit out of there myself.
What, are you crazy, Moe?
Who the hell set off that charge? There's a man down there.
What the hell? -Right over here.
He ripped up the grid. Nobody rips the grid.
Anybody gonna kill that boy, it's gonna be me.
Okay.
Finn?
Hey, honey. -Ha-ha-ha!
You go, girl. -I'll be right over.
Hey.
Bravo. Bravo.
Oh, shit.
Oh, hello, Moe.
Hello, Finn. Anything broke?
I don't think so. -Good.
Finn! -Finn! Oh!
Is that all you got, old man?
It's difficult to maintain enthusiasm for your leadership...
...when you keep getting beat up by that old man.
He's 56 years old.
I can't hit him.
That's quite obvious.
Was that a yellow and white Cessna 206 seaplane?
I would describe it more as banana and cream.
I still can't get over the way he just came up out of the water like that.
I know, and holding the sword.
And then he just makes this totally perfect toss...
...and the sword ends up sticking straight up in the deck.
Amazing.
But it's more than just the sheer power of his raw sexuality.
It's a totality of his emotional commitment to the task at hand.
Yeah, it's the focus. It's the focus.
He sees it. He wants it.
He goes after it. He gets it. -He sure got me.
Do you mind?
I'm sorry. -We're sorry.
Well....
Here's to a wonderfully exciting first day...
...and to the safe landing of our glorious leader.
Hear, says l. Hear, hear, Nigel. You the man.
No, he meant you, stupid.
What?
No, Finn, honey, Finn. -Oh.
There's port in the salon if anyone's interested...
...and a wonderful selection of cigars...
...if anyone feels like ruining the evening for the rest of us...
...and cupcakes.
Are there any prostitutes?
Sorry. No.
Well, maybe we can call some.
Oh. My God, are you serious?
Pay him no attention, Gemma, he's a provocateur.
Okay, but we're not in France right now, we're in America.
Think I'm gonna head to bed. -That's it for me tonight.
A coincidence that we got up together, and we're both going to bed...
...because we're not going to bed together.
Obviously. -No.
Well, it's really none of our business.
Or even interesting.
What she's trying to say... -Good night.
Good night.
Nigel, great day. Gemma, sweet dreams.
Good night, sir. -Good night, Tess.
I hope....
I hope, Gemma...
...it hasn't been too dull for you here.
Of course not, Daddy. It's been really fun.
Yes.
Do you still play gin rummy?
Oh, my God, all the time. Whenever I fly.
Oh. Penny a point?
Hey, it's Tess.
Don't get the wrong idea, I just, uh, wanna talk. Um....
I just thought, since I've been kind of critical recently...
...maybe I should tell you how magnificent you were today...
...you know, taking out their grid and....
You couldn't hit Moe back.
Uh, it just reminded me of how....
Are you in here?
Oh.
Gin.
What?
Hundred and five.
Twenty-eight thousand.
Dollars? -Well, it's all going to charity, Daddy.
Well, darling, I'm very pleased you've inherited...
...not only your mother's beauty and naive charm...
...but also her singular talent for getting huge sums of money out of me...
...with a modicum of effort.
What's wrong?
I don't want it.
I'm sorry. It was a joke.
I mean, be honest...
...she didn't exactly marry me for love, did she?
My mother...
...was a 24-year-old blackjack dealer from Nebraska.
You had to tip her $500 just to have a drink with you.
You got married two weeks later at the age of 175.
51 to be precise. -Now you're mad...
...because she had the brains to get some money before you dumped her?
No, I'm mad about the amount.
Oh, well, okay, you can have mine. Because I'm cutting myself off.
I don't want anything from you anymore.
Except for food. And clothes.
And rent and, like, travel.
And I'm totally serious.
Yes, that's what is so frightening about it.
Gemma?
For what it's worth...
...I loved your mother, and I love you.
You believe in ghosts, Curtis?
You know what, you are some kind of stupid.
Now you sound like my wife.
Bunny around?
You know, I can't hear you, you talking to my deaf ear.
Oh, sorry.
Curtis?
Take me to see Bigg Bunny.
Bigg Bunny ain't never wanna find out you didn't drown the first time.
Okay.
Shit.
When's the last time you had this thing sharpened?
1715.
Okay, okay, okay, one second.
Now look, 20 people saw me today, everybody on Moe's boat.
Now if you guys take me to Bigg Bunny...
...it's gonna look a lot better than if he finds out I'm alive from someone else.
lt ain't his decision no more. -Now, who in the hell are you?
Ow.
Ain't no fool like a gold fool.
Ain't that right, Mr. Finnegan?
Who's the new guy?
This here is Cyrus. He's my new, uh, chief of staff.
He's helping me to refocus, reform, and renew.
What do you need him for, huh? We handling it.
Whoa! Whoa, whoa!
God, jeez. What's the...?
Why'd you do that?
Just a little restructure.
See, you let this boy get past you not just once, but twice.
So I hope you focused now.
Oh, extremely focused. Very motivated.
My morale probably 20 percent higher than when I came in here.
Can I get a word in? -What? What do you want?
I wanna buy some time.
You still breathing, ain't you?
Yeah, thank you.
Now, hear me out.
All right, the way I see it, you bet on Moe, you got a fifty-fifty chance...
...but you bet on the both of us, and we cover twice the ground in half the time...
...and I'm willing to give you 10 percent of everything I find.
Plus what I already owe you, of course.
How much you say?
Ten percent, across-the-board.
Ten percent, huh?
Wow.
Say it again. -Come on, what...?
You know, 12 percent's cool.
You know, I couldn't even hear you. What you say?
Fifteen percent, but I gotta find... -I'm sorry, how much?
Eighteen, but I owe other people. -That don't sound right.
Twenty percent, but that's it, final. -Oh.
Damn it. What? How much do you want?
I'll tell you what.
You find the treasure and I won't kill you.
How much do you owe him? -Whoa.
Jesus, Tess.
How much do you owe him?
Owe who? Owe who what?
Bigg Bunny.
I don't owe him any money.
Finn, how much do you owe him?
Just tell me so I'll know.
Oh, God, Tess. I mean, that's so hard to be specific about.
It's a really complex payment schedule... -How much?
Sixty-two thousand, five hundred and eighty-one dollars and forty-three cents.
But we're good now.
Is there a reason you didn't tell me this before?
Yeah.
You wouldn't have come.
Yeah, I would.
Just wouldn't have come with you.
Are we finished?
We sure are.
You good? -Yeah.
Okay.
What happened to your face?
Somebody hit me with a cricket bat.
Ah.
This is a new type of regulator... -Shove it up your ass.
All right, we're good to go. -Ready, darling?
Drop dead.
This is just like the old days, huh?
Hello, darling.
Drink?
I have one.
You know what else is really bugging me?
No.
Please, tell us. Because I may personally drop dead from disappointment...
...if I don't find out the 700-millionth thing about life on planet Earth...
...that is bugging you.
Well, this is fun.
No, listen.
If I am the Dutch frigate stuck on a reef in a dead calm...
...in the same cove the Aurelia sank three years earlier...
...in less than 30 feet of the clearest water in the world....
Then how come I can't see her?
Because she isn't there.
Yeah, I don't know.
No, no, no. Sebastian specifically said that's where she sank.
And he said it. -Yeah.
My dear children, your entire theory is predicated on the proposition...
...that Sebastian lied about everything he could to prevent the ship being found.
So why on Earth would he tell the truth about where she sank?
I mean, it seems to me that the Aurelia can't be in the cove...
...for the simple reason that that's where Sebastian said she was.
Sorry to disturb.
We've had to move to the lee side on account of the storm.
She won't fit in the marina?
Afraid not. A taxi will take you to the beach on the north end.
Call, we'll pick you up on the launch. -Better safe than sorry.
Sir.
I've grown rather fond of not sinking.
Ugh. Don't even say that.
Oh, it would be a shame to lose the art collection.
Or Gemma's shoes.
Especially because we're so close to shore, you know?
Oh, my God.
What?
Oh, my God, of course.
Of course what?
You are a genius.
Stefan.
-Yes.
Why did you pick the north beach?
I didn't. It's the only beach on the island not blocked by the reef.
Yes. Yes. He ran her aground.
What are you so happy about?
He ran her aground. -What?
To save the Dowry. Sebastian ran the whole goddamn thing aground.
Bet you $1000 I find something between here and that beach.
You don't have $1000.
Fine, make it 10.
You don't have $10.
Fine, make it a million.
What are you doing?
You think I'm letting you go out there alone, you're crazy.
What, you don't trust me?
Why on Earth would I trust you?
Huh.
I found a cannon. -I found a cannon.
You did what? -You mean there's two?
There's two cannons. -Aah!
And I owe you a million dollars. Aah! -Yes, you do. Oh!
Whoo!
We got the Aurelia, baby!
Listen to me, if anybody finds out about this outside of our crew, we are screwed.
Wow. Can't you just enjoy this for a second?
Oh, I'm enjoying it.
Oh, God. Thank God.
Whoo-hoo!
Well, there's not much here.
Now, they probably burned the ship and took everything inland.
Look, a pistol. -Cool.
All right, well, what do we know about Topsail Cay?
We got the town, the church....
There's Preacher's Cave.
We were up there once. It said something about first settlers...
...religious freedom...
God, I think that is just so important.
Yeah, but that was like....
Oh. -Like 1780-something.
I mean, Sebastian beat them here by almost 70 years.
If there are any records, they're in the church.
Letters, journals, sermons. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's smart, Tess.
It's the oldest building on the island.
Yeah. -Hmm.
When Moe finds out we're gone...
...he's gonna come barreling up your ass like a freight train.
Oh, my, that ought to be interesting.
Well, I'm just saying we don't have much time.
Oh, my God.
Stop the boat!
I just figured it out. It's been right in front of us this whole time.
What?
Precious Gem.
Yes.
Well, do you realize how incredibly similar the word "gem" is to "Gemma"?
Uh.... I thought I did.
My God.
Daddy, you named the boat after me and didn't even know it.
I didn't?
Don't you see?
You were running away to sea, only you wanted to bring me along.
So you unconsciously named the boat after me.
That is so beautiful.
Of course I named it for you, Gemma.
But it wasn't unconscious. I gave it a lot of thought.
No. You did it unconsciously.
And then I did it unconsciously.
Good afternoon.
Afternoon. May I help you?
I hope so. I'm Finnegan. -Nice to meet you.
Tess. -Tess.
Don't even think about it.
What? -Don't "what" me. You know what.
It's weird, right?
What? -This.
Us, together.
It's complex, but not in a good way.
Well, can I just say I really wish we were still married?
No.
Oh, my God, listen to this.
Listen. "That we are by no means...
...the first Europeans to visit here...
...is finally proven by the discovery of a Spanish gravestone...
...that of a woman.
I cannot but wonder who she was...
...and how she came to die here, for the headstone reads simply...
...'Aurelia, 1715.' "
Holy shit.
"Forsake her I could not.
And so it was here, on this beautiful hilltop...
...that I resolved to bury our own dead...
...and begin work building a church."
He marked it with a headstone.
And this guy built a church around it.
It's in the cemetery. -It's in the cemetery.
Finn. -Mm-hm.
Oh....
No, come on. -Here we go.
Oh, shit, I got you.
Mm-hm.
Anything?
It's not here.
I refuse to believe that.
Well, just because you refuse to believe something doesn't make it true.
Or false.
Or whatever the hell I'm saying.
Something wrong, Tess?
Something wrong? Why would anything be wrong?
We just had sex in a church and we're not even married...
...and now we're gonna dig up a grave.
What is that, like a triple sin?
I can't believe we haven't been struck by lightning. Oh!
Ow. -Oh, shit, you okay?
Stupid rock. That's the second time I've done that.
Okay, we can't have that.
Come here, you rock. Stupid rock.
Wait, stop.
Oh.... Honey, it's heavy.
So is this.
Finn? Finn?
Finn.
What? -What if it's a body?
Well, then he was a midget with very cheap relatives.
What if it's a head? -Do you mind?
Oh, my God.
It's his.
"To my everlasting relief...
...and after a year's toil in this lonely place...
...have I finally stumbled upon a suitable place...
...for my cargo...
...fortified by nature against the encroachments...
...accidental or deliberate...
...even of those who would force our tongues to betray its trust.
The low December tide showed us the only way in and the only way out.
But from January to November...
...the beached whale's spout is both ingress or egress.
Thus is the vault rendered, made virtually impenetrable."
The beached whale's spout? Are you sure?
Yeah.
It's a blowhole.
It's the one at Clifton Point.
The low December tide drops so low... -The winter solstice.
The lowest tide of the year exposes the mouth of the blowhole...
...which is normally under 15 to 20 feet of water.
Two days out of the year it's a cave.
They float the chests in, the tide returns...
...then the place becomes a deathtrap.
Did we just find our treasure?
Sound like it.
Nice to meet you, Mrs. Finnegan.
Hey, Bunny.
What the hell are you doing here?
Give me the book. -Come on, Bunny.
I mean, are you sure you don't wanna, you know, give it to the new guy?
What you think you're gonna do with that, huh?
Hey, you better put the damn shovel...
Hey, hey, hey, look, you know, I don't want no trouble.
Get me out the hole!
Get him, baby, get him.
Finn!
Where you...? What you...? Grab him.
Come on.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Come on, go, go, go.
Hey. Hey...
Get after them, damn it.
Hang on.
Cyrus, my bike. Hey, you.
Are you shot?
What? -Shot? You?
No. Are you shot? -No, not yet.
We got the book, Cyrus.
Finn!
I got you, Tess!
Duck! -What? Ugh!
Finn! -Uh-oh.
Finn. No.
No. Finn. Oh, my...
Finn.
Let's go.
You sure he's dead? I've been disappointed a lot of times before.
I should've aimed at your head, you little son of a bitch.
I'm gonna tell you what.
I'm gonna have my boys submit your theory to a little academic review...
...while I go sit my balls on some ice.
After this wave, you've got about 50 seconds.
Would you just get in the hole?
CURTlS: Whoa! Whoo!
I can't.
Uh....
Excuse me, Curtis.
Get in the hole.
Damn, Cyrus. Why you always in my business, huh?
I'm handling this shit.
You know what? You run it.
You run it.
It's not here.
Check underwater.
There's nothing but rock.
I'm supposed to believe you, am l?
You want a second opinion, come on down. Get me out of here.
Please.
Pull her up, man.
Hey.
Say hi to your husband.
What? No.
What the hell are you doing, man?
Oh, God.
Throw me the rope.
Whoo!
Now that's what I'm talking about.
Talk to me.
It's here. Bring the tanks.
We're gonna have to go in through the ocean.
And the girl?
Uh....
She won't need one.
This better be good.
Moe, it's Finn. It's bad, it's real bad.
They got Tess. -What?
The treasure's in the blowhole at Clifton Point.
They took her hostage.
That is one big-ass, sensible-sized emerald.
Sure, go have fun. Go get yourselves killed.
Go pump some lead in your fellow man. Go ahead.
What a sissy.
He is more man than you'll ever be, honey.
Hey. You ladies wanna move out?
They could have killed a whole graduation class by now.
Daddy.
I'm scared. -She's going to be all right.
I promise. -I'm worried about you.
Oh, bless you for that.
I'll see you at breakfast.
Hey! Hey!
Goddamn.
How many times am I gonna have to kill this boy?
Shit.
Oh, shit.
Somebody help.
Tess!
Finn?
Finn!
Shit.
Whoo. There's a whole lot more where this came from.
Where's Cyrus? -He said he'd be right up.
Mm.
Ugh.
Find out who that was.
Huh? -You heard me.
Oh, my God.
Shit.
Cover me.
Where you going?
Where's he going? Wait. Where are you going?
Shit, man.
Aah!
You son of a bitch.
Uh-oh.
Here, cock it. Cock it.
I can't make it cock.
No, no, no.
Give that to me.
You okay, Moe? -Yeah, great.
Get in the plane. Get... -No. Aah!
No. -Get your hands off her.
Get in the plane.
Sit back.
Get your hands... Sit back now. Sit back now.
Shit.
Gemma. No.
Get me on that plane. -Hang on.
Go. Go. Go.
You happy now, you big butch bastard?
Just go help Moe. Go help him.
I want you to pull me right up next to the port side.
What's a port side?
Uh.... The left side.
Oh, okay. -Right next to her.
Go, go, go, stay with it. -Okay.
My God, what are you doing? -Pull right up next to the pontoon.
Whoa!
Now that's a man who loves his wife.
That's it.
Oh!
Tess! -Finn!
Tess!
Oh!
Damn, baby, since when do you know how to fly?
Don't. Can't.
Well, you're doing a great job. I mean, we're still in the air, right?
Technically.
Oh, shit.
I think he hit the engine.
Okay. Um....
Wings, flaps, air speed, altitude...
...pedals for the rudder. Check. Okay.
How do you know what to do? -You know...
...PlayStation. Ha-ha!
Oh, God.
-Hang on, hang on.
Here we go. Aah!
Whoo! Finn!
Wow. Whoa. -Hey, you're doing it.
Way to go. That's great, oh, wow. We're flying.
Yep.
How do we land?
Yep.
How'd you do it in the game?
I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich!
Now, honey, this next part...
...I'm not exactly sure how to pull off.
I do know that we've got to completely stall out just before we hit the water.
Stall? -Stop flying.
Stop flying? -Yeah, and land.
On the nice soft...water.
Are we gonna die? -No.
No, we're not.
Oh, shit, where's Finn?
ALFONZ: Probably he's flying the plane.
You mean there's hope?
Not necessarily.
Hey, let me just say this. -No.
Well, why not? -Because.
Tell me after we crash.
That'll give me something to look forward to.
Okay.
One hundred.
We got it, baby. Eighty.
Sixty.
Forty.
Pull her up, boy.
Baby, baby....
I love you. -I love you.
Pull her up.
Oh, shit.
Finn?
I'm sorry.
I love you. I've learned a lot from my mistakes.
Marry me.
No...
...you haven't.
And, yes...
...I will.
Baby.
What?