After the gold has been unloaded, and Leon has taken on some supplies, Tom Howard produces a bottle of single-malt scotch, finally answering Randy’s question of who patronizes all of those duty-free stores in airports. Everyone gathers on the beach for a toast. Randy’s a little edgy when he joins this circle, because he’s not sure what he’s going to propose a toast to if the responsibility falls to him. Unearthing Golgotha? He can’t really drink to that. The meeting of minds between Avi and Goto Dengo was a spark jumping across an air gap—sudden, dazzling, and a little scary—and it hinged around their common understanding that all of this gold is blood money, that Golgotha is a grave they’re preparing to desecrate. So that’s not exactly toast material. How about a toast to abstract lofty principles, then?