[Big John] Okay.
It's gotta be here somewhere.
[tense music plays]
Okay. Okay. Yeah.
Yeah.
Oh no.
Oh God, the window.
[grunts]
Come on, ol' girl.
No.
No, no, no, no, this can't be the diary.
No, no.
No, no. There's got to be something here.
Shit.
[pants]
[screams] No!
[grunts]
[grunts, pants]
Okay, I swear he was here.
- He was here. - [Sarah] John B, I--
- No, I swear, he was here, all right? - [Sarah] Okay.
I'm not crazy. Look, that's the boat right there. Okay?
And he was sleeping inside right there. Look, uh, you believe me.
- [Sarah] I mean... - [John B] Right?
Hell, I wouldn't believe him either.
Hello, Sarah.
- ["Divina" by Toro y Moi plays] - [birds cawing]
- [Big John chuckles] - [splutters]
W... Oh my God.
- Come on, Sarah. - Where did you go?
Or should I say Mrs. Routledge?
- Welcome to the family, Sarah. - Where the hell did you go?
[Sarah] Sorry.
[sobs] I can't...
[both laugh]
Come on, son. It's a day of celebration. Bring it on in, boy.
- Surprise. - [Big John laughs]
[Sarah] I can't... I can't believe it.
- [Pope] Welcome to the Outer Banks, Cleo. - [Cleo] You're crazy, Pope.
Your parents are not going to appreciate me shacking up.
Of course they will. Are you kidding?
Heyward might put you to work, but we could always use the help.
I don't know, man. You sure?
Yeah, look, he might squawk a little bit, but let me talk to him.
We'll figure it out.
[exhales] This is me.
Home sweet home.
Damn, Kiara. You live here?
This is like the White House, man.
- How bad you think it's gonna be? - Scale of one to ten?
- Twenty. - Do you want us to hold up here?
No, I... I gotta take this. Thanks for walking me.
Bye, Jayj.
["Never Tear Us Apart" by The Teskey Brothers plays]
♪ Don't ask me ♪
♪ What you know is true ♪
♪ Don't have to tell you ♪
-♪ I love your precious heart... ♪ - Nobody's called me. [sniffles]
No, I don't think so.
I have to call you back.
[Kie] Hey, Mom.
I'm really sorry.
♪ Two worlds collided... ♪
[tearfully] Oh my God.
Are you okay?
[cries]
- Mike! - I'm okay, I'm okay. I promise.
[Anna cries]
Dad. Hey.
♪ We could live, yeah ♪
I'm sorry. [cries]
♪ For a thousand years ♪
- ♪ But if I hurt you... ♪ - [Mrs. Heyward whimpers]
[Pope sighs]
- I'm so sorry. - You apologize tomorrow.
[Mrs. Heyward sobs]
♪ I told you ♪
♪ We could fly ♪
♪ 'Cause we all have wings ♪
♪ But some of us don't know why ♪
♪ I was standing ♪
♪ And you were there ♪
- ♪ Two worlds collided ♪ - [sighs]
♪ And they could never ♪
♪ Ever tear us apart... ♪
She was on the container ship with us, okay?
She got stranded on the island with us. She saved my life,
and we can help her now.
Please.
[Sarah] Okay, while you're out looking for your city of gold,
I'm gonna go home and steal some clothes
and maybe a phone if I can find it.
- See you later. Road to the mother lode. - I'll be back.
[John B] Six o'clock, back here. Don't be late.
Toodles.
- [tense music plays] - [door creaks]
[vehicle engine revving]
[Big John] Brought an old friend to see you.
- Where'd you get this? - The impound lot. Where do you think?
Where do I think? Um, I don't know.
I'm trying to figure out why you didn't say when Sarah was here.
- Oh, Dad, come on. Seriously? - Hey. Just you and me.
You and me, okay, great.
Okay. Well, did you at least find the diary?
Yeah, I found the diary, all right. It was a big pile of mush.
The window was left down. It got rained on.
You could have shut the window.
Well, uh, there were some complications. I wasn't planning on being gone that long.
Yeah, well, that diary's done.
But I got another idea. Plan B. Come on.
- Plan B. Okay. - Riches and glory. Come on.
- Let's go. - This is great. This is great.
She'll be all right. Get in. [grunts]
- Okay. - What are you doing? Let's go.
Take care of your people. You said it best.
[vehicle engine starts]
[tense music plays]
[John B] Just so we're clear,
we're not keeping anything from Sarah.
Okay?
She's one of us, Dad.
You lost the gold, right?
To her father. And the cross to her brother.
It was a coincidence, Dad. Okay?
- Just a coincidence? - Yes, Dad!
Look, it's... it's better
to keep intel on a... a need-to-know basis.
Trust me. I learned that the hard way.
Look, Bird, it's just you and me.
Okay, buddy?
For now.
[John B] Yeah. So where we going?
We are stopping by your history teacher's house, John B.
Mr. Sunn?
Well, he had the original diary, right?
Then vanished once word got out that he had it.
I doubt it's here, but it ain't gonna hurt to check.
[engine stops]
Let's go!
Come on.
Nobody's home. We should probably get outta here.
Hey, John B. Come on, we're here already.
Let's have some fun. Take a look around. What do you say?
[John B] Have some fun? I thought you said he was in hiding.
[Big John] I said he was missing.
He could be in hiding, or he could be... [imitates gunshot] ...done.
But seeing as how he's not here,
I don't think he'd mind if we looked around a little bit.
[laughs] Still got it.
Oh, a little breaking and entering with my pops.
Just add it to the list of felonies.
Come on.
Mr. Sunn?
- Is anybody home? - The original diary, what's it look like?
Leather-bound, about yea big.
All right, check everywhere.
[tense music continues]
Leather-bound, leather-bound.
[John B groans]
Hey, John B! [grunts]
- [Big John groans] - Come on.
[both grunt]
[panting]
Mr. Sunn.
[both grunt]
[Big John groans]
[John B groans]
[John B pants, coughs]
Stay down. Don't even think about getting up.
[John B pants]
- Is this what you're looking for? - [Big John] You son of a bitch.
Sorry, buddy. You're too late.
Let's go, let's go.
Hey, hey.
Hey. You all right?
Come on, come on. [grunts]
[engine starts]
[grunts] Hey! Hey!
[groans] Hey!
[pants, groans]
[Mr. Sunn coughing]
[John B] Mr. Sunn.
Hey, hey. You okay?
- Yeah, I've been better. - I got you.
I came... came out of hiding to meet those two gentlemen.
What? Those guys?
They're smugglers.
They said they were from the historical society. [laughs]
I guess my professional vanity got the best of me.
- Was that the diary they took? - Yeah.
- [panting] - [Big John] Shit!
- Come on! John B, let's go. - Go.
We'll get it back, okay, Mr. Sunn? We'll get it back.
There's only one way to the bay.
- They gotta go under the Wando Bridge. - Right.
[smuggler 1] Hey cap, why does Singh want this thing so bad?
[smuggler 2] Who cares?
All I know is if we deliver this,
we got no problems with customs in the West Indies anymore.
[tires screeching]
A little heavy on the brake at the top of the curve.
- You're losing momentum. - Are you critiquing my driving now?
I'm surprised. I thought I taught you better than this.
Okay.
- [tires screeching] - [Big John] Whoo!
- [car honking] - Shit.
[Big John laughs] All right! That a boy!
Come on.
- That's the boat. That's it. - Come on.
- [Big John] Let's go, let's go! - Dad, I'm going!
John B, they're getting away!
Jesus, look at this.
They clear that jetty, we're never getting that diary.
[splutters] All right, I got an idea. Okay, hang on.
[engine revving]
[tires screeching]
Come on. I know a guy.
Come on.
- You sure about this? - I got this kid a fake ID. He owes me one.
A WaveRunner? What you want to do? Stop by the Ocean Club?
- These things are fast as shit, old man. - All right, come on then.
Hurry it up, John B. We're gonna lose them.
[engine revving]
Get on. Let's go.
All right. Come on.
Move, move. Hey!
Hey, hey! Yeah!
Yeah, yeah, press it, John B. Let's go!
Whoo! [laughs]
Listen, I know these guys. They're dangerous. What are we doing?
Just keep going.
Hey!
[John B] That's them.
[Big John] Hey!
We ain't gonna outrun them.
[Big John] We just wanna talk!
[John B] Okay, okay. They're turning around. What's the plan?
Show them your hands, John B. You wanna get shot?
[John B] Okay.
Jesus.
What the hell are they doing? Let's get rid of them.
What do you want?
- [Big John] You know this guy, right? - Yes, yes.
- What's his game? - He's a smuggler. He moves cargo.
- [Big John] Highest bidder guy. - Yes, exactly.
All right. Okay.
No sudden movements.
Hello! Just want to talk to you for a moment.
We're unarmed, sir. We bare no malice.
[tense music plays]
We didn't... we didn't have a chance to converse back at Mr. Sunn's.
We just wanted to avail you of an opportunity
to compound your winnings, as it were.
You got 30 seconds. Talk.
[Big John] You have in your possession an old book?
A... a diary, correct?
And I presume that you procured that diary at a client's request,
and I'm assuming that client is a Mr. Singh from Barbados, huh?
Okay. Do you know why the great and powerful Singh
would want this old book so badly?
Well, it's not because of the book's inherent value, sir, no.
It's what the book leads to.
What is that?
Something worth a lot more than what he's probably paying you, my friend.
The boy's right.
You two are in a unique and potentially profitable position.
You have in your possession a vital piece of a very valuable and old puzzle.
But the thing is, I have a piece of it as well.
Now if we put these two pieces together, then the value is compounded.
I believe we need each other.
Who are you?
I'm Big John Routledge.
You're Routledge?
The treasure hunter? The guy who went missing?
[Big John] Guilty as charged.
This is my son. The one who found the Cross of Santo Domingo.
Remember me?
[Big John] I'm afraid we do know a bit about the subject of treasure.
Rather than threatening the only two guys that can make you filthy rich,
I'd like to propose a way that we work together
to our mutual benefit.
How does that sound? Sound good?
Shoot the kid.
We take the old man to Singh. He'll pay a lot more than they ever will.
Yeah. Come on, we'll talk.
All right. [chuckles] All right.
We'll talk. That's good. This is good.
Take us on in, boy.
All right. All right, here we come.
- [John B] Nice and easy. - [Big John] That's right. Take it slow.
Hey. Easy, partner.
It's just a simple business proposition. That's all.
- We're gonna work together. - Tie off.
Tie us off, boy.
This will work out well for all of us.
[tense music intensifies]
- [grunts] - [John B groans]
No!
[groans]
[smuggler groans, screams]
[groans]
- [gun cocks] - [smuggler groans]
[groans, coughs]
[pants]
[smuggler screams]
[smuggler grunts]
- Dad, Dad, Dad, don't. - [gun fires]
[John B grunts]
[panting]
I had no choice.
[panting] They were gonna do it to us.
[grunts]
Help me out, boy.
John B.
You gonna help me, boy?
[tense music continues, stops]
[Kie] Hey.
What's with the sign?
Eviction notice.
For, like, nonpayment or whatever.
[sighs] Doesn't matter.
This place sucks anyway.
Great to be back in the Outer Banks, right?
[Kie] So get this.
I, uh, had an email waiting for me when I got home.
John B actually found Big John.
He's alive.
Seriously?
Yeah.
He's at the Chateau.
[chuckles] Damn.
[Kie] Yeah, he thinks we're close
to the same treasure Singh was talking about.
[JJ sniffles]
Hey, look.
My parents didn't even wanna let me out of the house,
but I told them I had to come check on you.
Well, it's not me you have to worry about.
[JJ exhales]
[Kie] Jayj, what's up?
Is it something Pope said?
I know he's not all obsessed about what happened between me and him.
We're both past that, but something's bugging you.
It was just weird,
what almost happened on the boat with us.
It was just weird.
- [inhales] - Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I mean it was...
it was weird for me too, but...
[gentle music plays]
Not bad weird.
[JJ] No.
Not bad weird.
[panting] What are we doing?
What are we doing? We shouldn't be doing this, nah.
We shouldn't do that.
Yeah.
- We shouldn't! - If you say so.
[JJ] I mean, it would all blow up anyway.
[panting] You know? Like...
Look at you. You got your new threads on.
Look at me. What do I got? [panting]
This?
This piece of shit?
[metal clanks]
Getting kicked out of this place in three weeks anyway.
Shit, I don't got parents right now.
Why would you care?
I'm just some loser that--
JJ.
- You don't do care. No, you don't! - I do care!
No, you got parents that live in Figure Eight, you know?
- You know... - That's not my fault.
That's your future.
[panting] You got that.
Look, if you need us, we're gonna help you. I'm...
I'll help.
It's that right there. Okay? Like--
It's so easy for you to say that.
You know why?
Because you're a Kook.
You're a Kook, Kiara.
[panting]
[Kie] Yeah, I'm a Kook.
I was such a Kook
when I was living in a cave with you for a month.
Soaking in the Kook life.
That's not what I'm talking about. God!
- [engine starts] - Jayj, don't leave.
[engine revving]
JJ, what the hell?
Jayj!
["Boys in the Wood" by The Black Lips plays]
♪ The bottle of whiskey ♪
♪ Pour it down his throat ♪
♪ Been drowned in white lightning ♪
♪ Gonna let it soak ♪
♪ And ain't nobody leaving ♪
♪ 'Cause the shards Will split your throat ♪
- ♪ And ain't nobody fooling around ♪ - [grunts]
[inhales, exhales]
♪ Them boys are wild ♪
♪ Back in the wood ♪
["Boys in the Wood" by The Black Lips ends]
[Ward] Thank you.
You can go.
[birds chirping]
[door closes]
[somber music plays]
[young Sarah laughs]
- [Ward] Stop it! Did you get me? - [young Sarah] Dad.
[laughs]
Daddy. [laughs]
[inhales, exhales]
[both laughing]
[Ward] Come on, Sarah!
[squeals]
- [chokes] - [somber music intensifies]
[cries]
[Ward] This is judgment, Rose.
[inhales, exhales]
I'm sorry. I don't expect you to understand.
Of course, I understand.
Ward.
You are a good person.
- No, I'm not. Rose. - Hey!
You're a good person.
[sniffles]
Besides, what were we gonna do with that cross anyway?
Seriously, it's identifiable.
- It's traceable. - [sniffles]
You think the Spanish government wasn't gonna come looking for it?
- It does us no good. - No.
- It doesn't. - We already have the gold.
[sighs]
Yeah, maybe it can help someone else.
[inhales, exhales]
I'll find a museum.
Rose.
It'll be a gift from us and the whole family.
It's a hell of a write-off.
[Ward laughs]
Not that that's why we're doing it.
- Obviously. - Of course not, yeah.
[Ward inhales deeply]
Ward.
[clears throat]
What about Rafe?
[tense music plays]
He's not gonna like it.
He's just gonna have to understand.
It's what I'm doing
to atone for all of us. [sniffles]
- [tense music intensifies] - [birds chirping]
[panting]
[door closes]
[Rafe] Yeah, they said, um, two days on the transfer.
It's in the works though, so no worries.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I'm upstairs, why?
You said you wanted to talk about something. What's up?
Wait, are you being serious?
I was just with you. What changed since then?
- What are you talking about? - [panting]
Dad, no, no. Dad.
This cross is mine. You're taking it from me.
Listen, this is something that I got through my work,
and now you're trying to make yourself feel better by giving away my shit?
- And you didn't even tell me? - This is me telling you right now, son.
We've done some things, Rafe, you and I, all right?
[Rafe] Oh my God.
Things that we need to atone for, and donating this cross,
it's a good first step in the right direction.
I know that in my heart. Okay?
- I don't know. Maybe if Sarah finds out-- - [Rafe] Sarah!
- There it is! That's it! - [panting]
Yep, knew it.
[screams] There it is, Dad!
Any more of my shit you wanna steal from me to impress Sarah?
Who doesn't give a shit about you.
It's Wilmington. It's tomorrow night.
Get a pen. I'll give you the cargo information.
[Rafe sighs, clears throat]
[splutters] For the record, this is bullshit. Okay? This is my thing.
But of course, you can count on me.
[Ward] Okay, so listen.
[Rafe] One second. Okay, Wilmington.
Tomorrow night.
Car 750X. Got it.
- [panting] - [Rafe] Hey. Hang on. Hang on. One second.
[gasps]
Hello?
[Sarah panting]
[tense music intensifies]
[panting]
[Rafe clears throat]
Yeah, from the wharf to the train yard.
Yeah.
[birds chirping]
Yes. I got it, okay?
Yes, sir.
Shit!
So there I was at the top of this crane
on a huge container ship in the middle of the ocean.
And what do I hear from down below but...
- [mimics gunfire] - Oh no!
Gunshots shooting right back up at me.
- True story. - Mom, gunshots.
That's when I knew there was no way we were getting off with the cross.
- So... - Boy.
- Dropped it in the ocean. - You did what?
It was the best thing I could do. And get this,
as soon as I'm jumping off the ship, we're swimming away, I look back.
- They're pulling it back out. - [Heyward] Who?
- [Pope] Rafe. - Rafe.
[Pope] Honestly, I'm kind of glad he got it.
You on air?
Yeah, I'm with Cleo on that.
I'm just saying, at least it's not at the bottom of the ocean.
There's a chance, you know? Some hope that maybe we can get it back from them.
Well, let's hope not. I had enough of this treasure hunting.
I want people to know that story, Pop.
Denmark Tanny,
who got probably one of the most valuable objects in all the world,
and he gave it to a church full of freed slaves,
and it was theirs.
It's a beautiful story.
I think it deserves to be told.
[upbeat music playing on the radio]
[Mrs. Heyward] Thank you so much
for helping my boy.
Mm. We helped each other. Right, Pope?
["Palm Trees" by Often plays]
Yeah.
So, uh, this is where you're going to be staying.
I'll move downstairs, so it's all yours now.
If you, uh, need me, just give me a knock.
[door creaks]
There's one bathroom, which means we'll probably have to share,
but it's all good because I take quick showers.
Um, this is my room, which is now your room.
My mom laid out some fresh clothes. They should fit.
So this is mine.
Yeah, you know, sorry it's kind of small, but it's got a great view.
I ain't never had my own room before.
Now you do.
Okay, um, I'll be downstairs. So, um, if you need me, just give me a...
Enjoy.
[door opens, closes]
[gasps]
♪ Yeah, I'll be waving somewhere By the palm trees... ♪
Thank you, Pope. [inhales deeply]
♪ A little sand kicking up serendipity ♪
[tense music plays]
[Big John grunting]
[panting]
[Big John grunting]
[Big John panting]
[water flowing]
[seagulls squawking]
Come on, come on. Let's get out of here.
[engine revving]
[tense music ends]
So I went back to grab clothes and a phone,
and you're not gonna believe this.
Rafe is back.
[inhales]
Yeah. I saw him at the house.
I don't think he saw me, but I think the cross is coming back
to Wilmington tomorrow night.
- What? - Yeah.
- Does Pope know? - No. I was gonna tell him at the Chateau.
- He can't. He's on lockdown. - Okay. Um...
Then... I'll hit up Pope,
and then maybe you go to the Chateau and tell John B.
And JJ?
- Yeah, I gotta talk to him anyway. - Yeah.
Okay. My parents are gonna kill me.
[sultry music plays]
[Barry] I'll be damned.
Look who it is!
Look at the Country Club walking in!
How you doing, Rafe?
Just coming to have a little powwow. I come in peace.
You come in peace.
I think I was up for murder one because of you, right?
Yeah, that sounds right.
It's all good. I'm ready to get past it if you are.
[chuckles]
Yeah.
So, why don't you run it by me?
My family is giving away something of mine,
a historical artifact.
[chuckles] What you think I give a shit about that for?
This thing is worth a lot of money.
Okay? A lot.
I can't stop them. At least not without looking like I'm going back on something,
so... I want you to steal it.
- From me. - Ah.
- From my family. - Oh...
[laughing] It just gets better, don't it?
You must think I'm the stupidest son of a bitch under the sun.
It's either you trying to set me up,
or you the one that's stupid because then let me ask you this, Rafe.
How you gonna stop me from stealing it and keeping it?
Well, you know, one thing... one thing is,
if you screw me like that, I'll... I'll come after you.
[Barry] Mm-hmm.
What I'm confused about, though, is why you would fight it.
I'm offering you a job, and it's high-risk, it's high-reward.
This is the thing, Barry.
When this very valuable and irreplaceable thing gets jacked,
um, there's gonna be suspicion on me.
I'll have an ironclad alibi,
so they'll be looking for who I hired.
But no one's going to suspect you.
- Right? - [tapping on table]
You're the guy who turned me in. You ratted me out.
I mean, you're the perfect guy for this job.
It's a free play.
You take this on, you don't mess it up,
you're gonna come out the other end with a really big pile of dough.
[tense music plays]
[Barry] Mm.
I do like money.
Let me give you my terms. I'm gonna get half of this bitch.
Right down the middle, fifty-fifty. I ain't taking no bullshit payout, Rafe.
- Okay? - Okay.
And if we doing this... [clears throat]
...it would behoove you not to be seen talking to me.
He got my check.
[server] Here you are.
- [tense music ends] - [motorcycle engine revving]
[JJ] John B!
[whistles]
Yo!
[Kie] Hey, Jayj.
[JJ sighs]
John B not here?
Nope.
[insects chirping]
- [Kie clears throat] - What up?
Uh, Rafe's what's up.
What do you mean?
Rafe's back on the island.
Sarah saw him.
Spectacular.
It's not just that.
She overheard him saying that the cross is coming to Wilmington tomorrow night.
Figure he must be trying to sell it.
[JJ] Great. Does Pope know?
Yeah, Sarah went to tell him.
He's locked down,
and I guess John B and his dad went and got the Twinkie.
They're off to God knows where.
Yeah, of course. Just when we need them.
[inhales, exhales]
- Wait. - Uh...
Hold on, though.
We know where the cross is gonna be. That means it's still on the field.
So we can come in and swoop. We're still in this, Kie.
We gotta get everybody together, then we'll come up with a plan.
- Get to Wilmington-- - Hey, Jayj.
Before we formulate some crazy plan, can we talk?
Yeah.
Yeah, we can talk.
[Kie] Something almost happened
between us on the boat.
[JJ] Mm-hmm.
And I know that's got to freak you out.
It caught me off guard too.
And I know, your whole life,
I know you freak when people get close, and I get it.
I don't blame you.
Just please don't ever say that I don't care about you.
[gentle music plays]
And you called me a Kook.
- Okay. Well, hold on. - Which is lame.
- I know. That was lame. - It was uncalled-for.
- Yeah. It's a low blow. - All right, Kie. Look, Kie.
You're right.
I flipped.
You know how I be.
Just, uh... Just...
Look.
We should just... just call it a truce.
Just Etch A Sketch it.
Clean slate.
Truce?
Truce.
So how we gonna jack this cross?
I don't know.
[pensive music plays]
[John B] My pops always said nothing good comes easy,
and nothing worthy is given.
- [grunts] - [John B] Told you!
- It's not what can be gained. - [both scream]
- Kie! - [John B] But what you're willing to risk.
I can't hold it! [screams]
[JJ] Hold on!
[John B] How far will you go
for your treasure?
[pensive music continues]
So, the diary says there was a... a survivor of the San Jose.
A... a priest.
Captain Limbrey, yeah, he thought it was bad karma to kill clergy,
so he stuck the priest down in the cargo hold.
"The captain left it me to tend to the priest's swamp fever."
"In his delirium, he implored me to pass on a letter and a stone object
of native origin to the papacy." A stone object of native origin!
This is why Singh wanted the diary so bad. He's talking about the idol here.
Oh my God. "The captain refused to make the delivery,
and when the man of God died, he was buried with his belongings."
They were docked in Charleston.
There was only one Catholic church in Charleston at the time.
Ten to one that priest is buried in the church plot with his belongings.
That's gotta include the missing piece of the idol.
We put the two halves together and translate it...
[laughs] Are you kidding me?
This is it, John B. John B, Charleston leads to El Dorado!
[tires screeching]
I'm done.
John!
Wait a sec.
Hold on now.
- [sighs] John B. - No, you killed those guys, Dad.
Oh. [hesitates]
- Hey, I had no choice. - What? You pulled on them first!
They'd have taken us to Singh who would've done the same thing.
- Come on! - That guy was gonna shoot you, okay?
I couldn't... I couldn't let that happen.
It ain't as fun as it looks, kid, okay?
- Hey, hey! - [gasps]
- No. - I couldn't lose you again.
I couldn't.
If you wanna hold that against me, you go right ahead. [pants]
I'm guilty as charged.
- I'll bear that burden for eternity. - [scoffs] Come on.
But what's done
is done.
And we got work to do.
And none of it means anything if you aren't along, understand?
[John B sniffles]
So, you can head on down that road
and go back home,
or you get on that bus and come with me to Charleston on a 500-year quest.
- [sniffles] - What do you say?
[seagulls squawking]
[panting]
- Let's go. [sniffles] - Attaboy.
["Silver Timothy" by Damien Jurado plays]
♪ I was met on the road By a face I once knew ♪
♪ Shapeless was his frame And his colors were few ♪
♪ Go back down ♪
♪ Don't touch the ground ♪
♪ Go back down ♪
♪ Don't touch the ground ♪
♪ Go back down ♪
♪ Don't touch the ground ♪
♪ Go back down ♪
♪ Don't touch the ground ♪
♪ I was met on the road By a face that was mine ♪
♪ Echo chambers installed Where the diamonds decline ♪
♪ You can never go home If you were never shown ♪
♪ Spots on the irises bleed Where the numbers were born ♪
♪ Go back down ♪
♪ Don't touch the ground ♪
♪ Go back down ♪
♪ Don't touch the ground ♪
♪ Go back down ♪
♪ Don't touch the ground ♪
♪ Go back down ♪
♪ Don't touch the ground ♪
["Silver Timothy" by Damien Jurado ends]