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The search had taken us all over the

world, and we'd seen many incredible

things.

But the sacrifices had been great. Our

relationship was falling apart.

I longed for children, family, friends.

But Robert could think only of one

thing, the fountain.

You have the other volume, I assume.

Do we have a deal or not? Most people

don't even know about the Vulcanberg

maps, much less trade valuable books

just to look at one.

Vulcanberg 17-10,

the New World, circa 1532.

We'd like a moment along with it if you

don't mind.

I'll just put these in my office.

Is it the right one?

Yes. This is the missing piece.

There it is. Near uh Homa.

Incredible. Early 16th century.

We wanted some privacy.

Time's up.

That map of yours had some writing on

it. Low de la.

That's a map for the fountain of youth.

May I ask where you came by it?

In Lisbon some years ago. We must be

going.

You know, there is a man, a very rich,

powerful man who would pay quite

handsomely for this.

It's not for sale.

Oh, come now. What good is an investment

if you never see a profit?

Name your price.

As I said, it's not for sale.

The book seller was determined. He made

a phone call which was to follow us.

And why not? After all these years, it

seemed like everything we'd ever seen or

done followed us. And yet nothing or no

one really followed us at all. We were

drifting down a river of time alone.

Good news, sir. Hm. Or could be Graeme.

Perhaps just another legend. We'll soon

see, won't we?

The swamp is my world. It is who I am.

It is what I am.

I was once a man. I know the evil men

do.

Do not bring your evil here. I warn you.

Beware the wrath of

Swamp Thing.

When Robert and I first met, it was the

clearest spring day you could imagine.

He was so different then. young and

excited over the prospect of our lives

together.

The fear has changed him.

The fear of death.

Just think, after all this time, the

answer just sits out there in the swamp

just waiting for us.

What if you're wrong? What if the map is

more wishful thinking than history?

It isn't. Celia, give me this one last

chance, please. We're too close to give

up now. What the entire world seeks, we

will have. Just us together forever.

Come on. Come on.

Hello. Oh, we're looking for a Mr. Kip.

Oh, it's me. Hold on. I'll be right

down.

So, how can I help you? We're interested

in a swamp tour. By golly, you have come

to the right place. I got several very

cool tours to choose from. We've heard a

lot about an area called um Lec Bog. Do

you go there?

Oh, yeah. I mean, I can, but but it's

pretty far in.

Near the end of the rainbow, I'll bet.

Excuse me.

Where the pot of gold is.

That's enough.

Folks, you know, maybe we ought to we

ought to talk about swamp tour some

other time. I am prepared to offer you

whatever you ask.

Even our marriage, apparently.

You know, I don't I don't think I'm the

guide for you. Well done, darling.

Good day.

You're not rational anymore.

How much time is left? A month at most.

You want to know the truth? I wish it

were gone.

Once we get to the fountain, we'll have

all the time in the world.

Robert.

Now, do you believe

I was almost killed? You were almost

killed.

Someone's been searching our room, and

we both know why. The map is real. The

fountain of youth exists.

I don't care. Damn it, Robert. Look

around you. Look at what almost happened

in here. This is not life. This is worse

than death. How the hell can you say

that?

Life is about living. You're so afraid

of growing old, it's made you absolutely

terrified of life.

I'm going on with you or without you.

It's your choice.

Where did you get that?

Does it really matter to you?

It's hard to let go.

So many years,

so much time together.

The countless nights lying next to each

other. A glance passing between you that

tells a world of thought.

He'd become like an unpredictable child

I had to take care of.

What could I do?

I don't recall Graeme asking you to

shoot anyone. Did I?

No, sir. But

I mean, usually when I want somebody

bumped off, I'm pretty bloody specific,

am I not?

These people were not to be harmed.

That's why I deliberately missed.

I have correlated every known fact about

this lost fountain of youth, and

nothing, absolutely nothing, agrees. I

simply must have that map. I

I couldn't find it.

I know.

But they know where it is. I heard them

in the hallway. They said they knew

where it was located.

Well, that's all well and good, isn't

it? But who knows where they are. See,

your incompetence tipped them off. They

checked out of the hotel and have

disappeared.

Call the airport. I want my plane ready.

I might have to pick something up. For

the time being,

stay out of my sight.

Robert is totally obsessed with the

idea. He really thinks it exists.

You know, if all it takes to get him

riled up is a piece of paper with the

fountain of youth written on it, I know

this little tourist joint in St.

Augustine, Florida that will really flip

his brain out.

Unfortunately, he thinks this one is

real.

I know it's asking a lot, but I am so

worried about him. He's totally helpless

out there.

Yeah, well, the swamp is definitely no

place for beginners.

I better go find him before he gets

hurt.

I'm coming with you.

I That's not a good idea. If If it's no

place for him, it is definitely no place

for you.

I have to, will. My husband has a gun

with him.

You think he's foolish enough to use it?

At one time, I would have said

definitely not. But right now, I I think

you're safe if I come along.

You were out there watching.

More tragic even than Robert because you

didn't ask for your fate.

How foolish and undeserving of the gift

we must seem to you who is trapped in a

prison far worse than ours.

Your husband has enough sense to take

cover from the rain, doesn't he?

He doesn't seem rational. I know.

Well, there's an old gator hunter shack

up ahead just off the trail. He should

spot it.

Look, um, it's it's none of my business,

but you think maybe you ought to get him

some some help. You know, like a like a

shrink. He thinks he's the sest man in

the world.

I should have left him, I suppose.

But I really love him.

And we've been together a long time.

Robert,

he knows too much. He'll ruin

everything. He has to die.

Listen to me. You have got to get a hold

of yourself. You are not like this.

You're not. Please, Robert.

Get out.

Now,

Alex, man, am I glad to see you. There

is this crazy man.

A man in the shack. Yes, I know. I can't

believe what my senses tell me about

him.

He's nuts. Don't need the swamp tell me

that.

His mind is going, but not for the

reason you think. It has to do with his

advanced age. What is 30 35 years old?

He is much older than that. I first knew

from his aura. There's an energy from

aging, a color, a heat.

A very ancient tree will have that

special energy will. But not a man. Not

unless that man is almost two centuries

old.

What?

He's nearly 200 years old and he's

dying.

Ah, Graeme.

Oh, Graeme. All is forgiven. Do come in.

I believe I've located what we were

looking for. This Falconberg map is the

key to locating the lost fountain of

youth. And there it is. My goodness. I

own it. Legend or not, this particular

fountain happens to be on my land.

Wonderful, sir. But how did you get a

hold of this map? Well, the brain is a

wonderful organ, Graham. It retains

everything. Even though you don't

consciously remember how much time was

left on the last parking meter you

encountered, the mind still retains the

information. It's just a question of

jogging the old gray cells a bit.

As my old friend, the book seller, would

agree, the jogging process, while

wonderful for the memory, is a bit

debilitating on the jolly old nervous

system. Well, come on, Graeme. We've got

some hiking to do.

It's a relief that you found out that we

learned each other's secrets.

How could anyone be afraid of being

alone

after knowing you?

I'm glad you followed me.

I knew you'd come around.

I love you.

The fountain would mean nothing without

you.

I wish I could believe that.

I wish I could prove it to you, but I

don't think you'd want to believe me.

Then come back with me.

Forget about the fountain.

Why? Why when I could have both? We can

have both.

No, we can't.

We were given a gift.

An incredible once ina-lifetime gift.

What did the alchemist say to us when he

gave us the liquid? He said, "When it is

gone, there shall be no more."

He warned us. Remember,

he told us we would live for as long as

this magical water lasted.

But it has to end.

Come back with me

now.

Forget the fountain of youth once and

for all.

What are you doing back here?

Believe me, it wasn't my choice.

I came to help seal you out of the

swamp. Look, your fountain of youth

doesn't exist. It never did. It's all a

fantasy.

How little you know of immortality.

What? Like the fact that you're almost

200 years old?

Celia, how could you?

I didn't tell him. But

how the hell else could he know about

us? Us?

I thought it was just him. What you

mean? You're both born this way?

Nobody's born this way.

You believe in wizards or magic?

I never did until one day an old man

stood over a furnace with a beaker. It

bubbled and settled into the clearest

blue liquid you could have ever found.

He held it out and said,

"Drink, my friend. Drink and live.

Live.

Live."

One drop of life called Aqua Vite.

inexplicably, wondrously,

a drop each day until the potion is used

along with all hopes for future life.

So that's why you're looking for the

fountain of youth.

So you can refill those things.

Oh, I see it all clearly now. You told

him too much. Now he's planning to kill

me so he can have the water for himself.

Robert,

I've come too far to lose now.

Alec, he's getting away.

Let him go.

And now here I am

alone.

I know it's hard to believe, but he was

a good man once.

In fact, it was his goodness which led

him to save the life of the alchemist.

And in return, he gave us the Aqua Vite.

Your husband's been driven mad by his

quest for immortality.

Have you ever tried to figure out what

this Aqua Vite stuff is made out of?

It's just water and some other elements.

No more, no less. But

I'm I'm missing something. What What

makes it work?

Their body chemistry. The water may just

be a collection of chemicals until mixed

with certain elements in the body system

and then they're activated. In this

case, long life.

It did until a few years ago when we

started arguing,

of course.

Love. That's the key. Strong emotions

create equally strong changes in the

body system. It was your love that made

the war to work. And when love ended,

so did our immortality.

But I still love him.

And your aging is not as pronounced as

his. You're not growing any older. He is

because he no longer

Your husband's heading for LC bog.

I think this is it. Graham, what do you

think? Is this a fountain or the

fountain?

I think it smells bad.

Yeah, so do I. Give me my kit.

Easy now. Let's not be impulsive.

You're here to steal the water.

Not steal. Discover, investigate,

analyze. That's all. I'm a scientist. My

name's Dr. Arcane. and I was hoping to

study this phenomenon.

So, you're in this with the rest of

them?

I don't know who them are, but I can

assure you I have no association.

My god, the equipe, it's gone.

You battling about no matter. Goodbye.

Bloody hell. Batman and Robin, I should

have guessed.

I'd like to fix a pair of them.

Robert,

it's gone. The aqua bet is gone.

Thank god I found the fountain.

No, Robert. This water will kill you.

Tell them, Arcane.

Tell him what. Don't know what you're

talking about. Dr. Arcane.

Shut up, Graeme. Unless you've got

something experiment.

Yes. What about it?

My god.

You're telling me that the fountain is

fed by the stream that you've been using

for the cyanide runoff,

which means it's poison.

Robert, there is no fountain of youth.

Look at you.

Look how you've aged.

Don't you see? It was never the potion.

Without our love, the immortality you

want is impossible.

You're right.

I gave you up for an unattainable dream.

I have nothing.

ONLY DEATH.

ROBERT, NO.

I did it.

There are many lessons in the swamp for

those who want to see. This time, one

man learned too late that what you

already have is the source of life.

Heat. Heat.

Yeah.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.