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-Sagebrush.
-I liked it better

when you knew the names
of dolls.

Dad, I never played with dolls.

Ooh!

Emma? Where'd you go?

Can you believe this?

Oh, what you got there?

Dad, look.
I think there's a note inside.

Oh. Okay.

Oh.

-Is that blood?

Oh, boy.

Do you have
a more precise location?

Uh... upstream, I think.

-Tell 'em they could be up
near the headwaters, Dad.
-Yeah.

They could be up
near the headwaters, but

we can't see anything from here.

You can't see the person? Then,

what makes you think
someone's trapped?

We found a message in a bottle.

Dispatch, this is Fire
Rescue One. We are on the scene.

Copy that, Fire One.

Engine and Rescue 118
are landing now.

Rangers think the bottle may
have come from the headwaters

of the creek, south by southwest
of your position,

near the rocks.

Copy that, dispatch.

8,000 acres to search.
We could be waiting awhile.

Are they sure
someone's up there?

That bottle could have been
floating around for months.

Which would mean
our search and rescue

might become
a search and recovery.

Note was written on a receipt.

Rangers checked the date.

It was five days ago.

Sure hope
it wasn't their last meal.

We see you, Captain Nash.
We're coming in now.

Copy that.

Okay, Chimney, Eddie,

gear up.
You're going with them.

Copy that. You'll harness up,
we'll lower you down

so you can grab him.

Cheer up. You can go next time.

Okay, first quadrant
is right over that ridge.

Head up to Devil's Point.

A lot of hikers get stuck
up there.

Copy that, Cap.

Pretty sure
there's a river, too.

It could be where
they threw the bottle in.

I think I see something.

Help! Please!

Down here! Help, please!

Okay, we got him.

Let's get in a hover position
right here.

Looks like severe dehydration.

He's gonna need this.

-Ready?
-Piece of cake.

Be advised, air support
gonna maintain 50 feet.

Lowering rescuer now.

Rescuer at ten feet.

Rescuer on the ground.

I'm Eddie. What's your name?

I'm Clyde.

There's willow trees
around here, right?

'Cause if not,
I'm gonna feel pretty dumb.

-You're burning up.

Drink this.
It's got electrolytes.

How long have you been up here,
Clyde?

Five days, maybe?

I'm not sure.

I was trying to get high enough
to look around,

and then I fell.

I thought
I could tough it out,

but I ran out
of food and water.

-Yup. Looks like you broke it.

We'll get this splint on you,

and we're gonna
get you out of here.

No. No! No, I'm fine.

Just give me some painkillers
or something.

I got a couple more spots
I got to check out, and

I can just ride it out
until I'm done here.

That's a negative, Clyde.
Chim, prep fluids.

-Our guy's gonna need it.
-Oh, man.

-Sir, let's get this on you.

-We're gonna ride up together.

Oh, thanks.

That's our cue.
Hold steady, Fire One.

I'm bringing him up.

All right, buddy.
We got you. We got you.

Dispatch, all souls on board.

Returning to base.

Careful! He's kind of delirious.
Been out there awhile.

-Said he injured himself
three days ago.

I'm fine. I just want to know
when I can get back up there.

Definitely not today.

Do you have a cell phone?

-Doesn't everyone?
Yes.

But most people use it
to call for help

instead of putting a message
in a bottle.

Battery died yesterday.

That was two days after
you injured yourself.

I didn't want to leave.

I was so close.

I didn't want anyone else
to find the treasure.

It's mine!
The treasure's mine!

Don't tell anyone!

Don't let anyone take it.

It's mine!

The treasure's mine!

Did he say "treasure"?

This is Channel 8
with breaking news.

Hollis Harcourt, the
author of such cult classics

as Agony in Atwater
and Bludgeoned in Burbank,

passed away in his sleep
at age 57,

leaving behind
an intriguing message

to his loyal fans.

Behold. My final gift
to the citizens of Los Angeles--

a rare and priceless treasure.

Though, if I had to put a price
on it for tax purposes,

I'd call it about $5 million.

Whoa. Five million.

I'm gonna bury this chest
somewhere

in the city of Los Angeles.

If you are clever,
as I know you are,

one of you will find this chest,
and the treasure will be yours.

We spoke with Harcourt's
longtime assistant,

Jeremiah Ruiz, moments ago.

Hollis was... passionate.

He had high standards.

But he was a good soul.

He cared about people
and their stories.

He will be missed.

And he won't be forgotten.

At least not any time soon.

According to his final video,

Hollis buried that
$5 million treasure

somewhere in the city

that was the setting
for most of his work.

A poem he recited
in the video is said

to provide all the clues needed
to locate it.

"I walked along

the river's edge,
to hide my secret treasure."

This poem is terrible.

"A heron soared,

a gray bridge roared, a bullfrog
croaked 'Good measure.'"

It's less of a poem,

-and more of a riddle.
-Fine. It's a terrible riddle.

"I stopped beneath a willow
tree in the narrow place.

And then I saw the light beam
fall upon my treasured place."

You know, the guy on the cliff--
he asked me about willow trees.

A real-life treasure hunt.

-Wouldn't it be...?
-Dangerous.

-Reckless.
-Stupid.
-Probably not even real.

What if it is?

How cool would it be to find it?

You know, this poem-riddle thing
is getting a lot of traffic.

Yeah, which means
our friend Clyde is likely not

the last emergency
we're gonna see

from this treasure hunt.

Your girlfriend's news story's

probably not gonna
help out with that.

She's my friend,
not my girlfriend,

and she's just doing her job.
Reporting the news.

-Well, tell her to stop.

We got enough work without
people creating their own

-emergency.
-Well, at least
it was the midday news.

Maybe the whole thing dies off.

Before anyone actually dies.

I guess.

Uh, hey.

-I just saw you on the TV.
-And I heard a rumor

you guys responded to a call
about a treasure hunter

-in Malibu Creek?
-Yeah.

He didn't find anything, though.

Not that there's anything
to find.

I mean, the whole thing's
probably fake, right?

I'm not so sure.
Hollis's assistant confirmed

he saw the treasure himself
before Hollis died.

I didn't see that part on TV.

He wanted
to keep it off the record.

In case this thing gets crazy,

he doesn't want anyone
to come looking for him.

So this is real?

There's $5 million out there

just-just waiting to be found?

-Looks like it.
-You know, uh,

I bet if we compared notes,
we could probably

figure out where
he buried that treasure.

You're saying
you want to team up?

Look for the treasure together?

We'd be, uh,
we'd be doing a public service.

-Hmm.
-We find it so

no one else has the chance
to get hurt.

Yeah. And I mean,
clearly, it's my duty

to keep the city informed.

The sooner
that treasure is found,

the safer the city will be.

Everybody wins.

Maybe not everybody.

-My final gift to the citizens
of Los Angeles...
-Nuts.

Please tell me
that's not porn or sports.

This? This is our future.
Apparently, a guy buried

$5 million
somewhere in the city,

then told people
to go out and find it.

I miss the days when
bored rich people would just

name wings of museums
and hospitals after themselves.

-Have we had a conversation

with this misguided citizen?

Yeah,
that's a little hard to do.

He's been dead a week.

Did we post uniforms
at his grave site?

You know, that's one
of the first places

people are gonna start digging.

Kevin, find out
where he's buried.

Send some units. Thanks.

How bad do you think
this is gonna get?

Ugh. City's coming out
of a near yearlong lockdown.

Everyone's still
a little stir-crazy.

This?

This is gonna
send them over the edge.

The search for Hollis Harcourt's

$5 million
took another turn today

in Topanga Canyon. This marks
the second serious injury

in the so-called treasure hunt.

With local officials reporting
that treasure hunt-related

emergency calls are climbing
every day.

Where did you say the fight is?

Balboa Park. Send someone quick!

-It's getting pretty vicious.
-Are they armed?

Sort of.

♪ Get ya one way or another...♪

-Hey, hey!
-Put the metal detectors down!

Now! Smart man.

Can't find a treasure
from inside a jail cell.

-911. What's your emergency?
-911. What's your emergency?

-911. What's your emergency?
Hi.

Can you please send someone
to Griffith Park?

The Western Avenue entrance.
There's some idiot here

trying to dig
under the bear statue.

-What was that?

You might want to send
the fire department, too.

♪ And if the lights
are all down...♪

LAFD coming through.

Sir, LAFD is here.

Try to stay calm,

and we'll get this statue
off of you.

♪ One way or another...♪

-911. What's your emergency?
-911. What's your emergency?

Your turn, sir. Drop it.

♪ Or another♪

-♪ I'm gonna win ya♪
Cheating bastard!

♪ I'll get ya, I'll get ya...♪

Not sure it's an X, but that's
definitely gonna leave a mark.

We'll have you out

in a sec, sir.

I can't believe it wasn't here.

Well, cross Griffith bear
park statue off the list.

Man, I really thought
I was onto something.

Better luck next guess.

-Mm-hmm.
-Thank you.

♪ The lights are all out...♪

The latest numbers show
six hospitalizations

and 17 arrests since
the treasure hunt was announced.

It's a hoax!
Listen, people,

please stop rising your lives.

Uh, thank you
for that perspective, ma'am.

My husband almost died!

More people are gonna die!

You need to stop!
Turn that thing off!

Sir! You cannot dig here!

-No! Everybody back!
-Go, go, go, go.

♪ One way or another♪

♪ I'm gonna lose ya♪

♪ I'm gonna give you the slip♪

♪ A slip of the hip
for another♪

♪ I'm gonna lose ya♪

♪ I'm gonna trick ya,
I'll trick ya♪

♪ I'll walk down the mall♪

♪ Stand over by the wall,
where I can see it all...♪

They never call before they dig.

♪ One way or another,
I'll get ya, I'll get ya♪

♪ Where I can see it all,
find out who ya call.♪

You think it's weird
that all the cases

are solo acts?
No teams.

-Everybody's working alone.
-I guess people

are greedy, don't want
to share the treasure.

Maybe that's the flaw
in their plan.

Two brains are better than one.

What if we worked on it
together,

split the $5 million
fifty-fifty?

Sorry, I, uh,
already made a deal with Taylor.

How would you feel
about 33-and-a-third?

Mm.

You need to give him 50%
of your cut.

We're not splitting it
three ways.

Do you really need
-the extra $400
-K that bad?

I already promised my cameraman
I'd split my half with him.

So we split it four ways.

Okay? It's still more
than a million each.

And 25% of nothing
is still nothing.

We're missing something.

I did some research
on the whole willow tree thing.

Do you guys know

there's something called
an arroyo willow?

It's not a tree.

More like a shrub.

Hard to stop beneath it.

Okay. I'll just be
over here, then.

Thinking. By myself.

-Go team.
We still have
too many options.

We need more data
to rule some of these out.

Well, I think we know a guy.

I wonder how many
dumb treasure hunt calls

we're gonna get today.

I know. It's been crazy, right?

I think we had four yesterday.

Uh, oh, yeah?

What were they?

Oh. Well, you know,
there's a homeless guy...

Feel that, Hen?

Oh, I feel a definite chill.

We've been left out in the cold.

I think it's time
we show them how it's done.

No, sir, the paramedics

are on their way to you now.

-It's not at the observatory.
-Oh...

Who thought that was
a good idea?

Not it!
Hollis's fifth book,

Stabbed Beneath the Stars.

The murder takes place
at the observatory.

911. What's your emergency?

There's ants everywhere!

I'm sorry, did you say "ants"?

-Fire ants.

Looks like he stepped
into a whole colony.

-Let's hope he's not allergic.
-Or a good guesser.

Two sections
of inch-and-three-quarter line

with a narrow fog.

Should be enough for us
to knock those ants right off.

-We'll make a water curtain.

40 psi!

Okay, get in there.

-You've got to stay still.

-Try to stay still.
Checking airway
for swelling.

Bilateral breath sounds

are clear and undiminished.

No stridor noted.

Pushing fluids,
25 of diphenhydramine,

with some epi and solumedrol
to mitigate this venom reaction.

Try to stay still.
-And five of morphine for
the pain.

All right, let's load him up.

Wonder what made him want
to dig out here.

Guess you'll never know.

Yeah. What did make you think
to dig out here?

All right, this way,
up the hall.

Could we leave yet?

Hey, you know what?
I know my rights.

It's called the Constitution.

Hey, Athena.

Picked this one up
at the Melrose Trading Post,

trying to steal a chest
from one of the street vendors.

It was a misunderstanding.

That looked just like
the one on the video.

The markings are
very distinctive.

Yeah, she was also arrested
three days ago

at the Beaumont Flea Market--
similar misunderstanding.

Maybe not that distinctive.

The Manson Tunnel.

You gotta look
in the Manson Tunnel.

For a buried treasure?

What treasure?

Okay, time to go.
Let's chat

about what's
in the Manson Tunnel.

Okay, let's book her

and hope she doesn't make bail
by Saturday.

I hear Antiques Roadshow
is gonna be in Pasadena.

I'd hate for there to be
another misunderstanding.

Copy that.

Bobby?

Oh, hey, I, uh,
I'm just making some breakfast.

Oh, sounds great.

Did you have
as crazy a shift as I did?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Super crazy.

I don't know about you,
but I am sick and tired

of these treasure-hunting fools.

-What was that?
-Uh, it's just a project

that I'm working on.

You want some French toast?

I'm gonna make you
some French toast.

A-Athena, you want some...
you want some coffee?

How about some, uh...
you want some eggs?

Oh, God.

Not you, too.

So, these are the woods,
parks around L.A.

where you find creeks or rivers.

The red pins, that's
where you find willow trees.

Now, the white pins
are where you find herons.

The green, bullfrogs.

I'm not sure what the
"gray bridge roared" means yet.

-I think it might be a metaphor.
-This is very...

-thorough.
-And I'm making some headway.

I think the treasure is here
in Solstice Canyon.

-There is a creek...
-Arrested someone there
this morning.

-Uh...
-No treasure.

Damn.

I thought I was
really onto something there.

Guess I'm gonna have
to recalibrate.

I think I do, too.

Where did this come from?

What, the whiteboard?
I picked it up at the store

-on the way home.
-No.

I mean this sudden desire

to go searching
for hidden treasure.

I don't know. I just, I saw
other people looking for it--

and, I mean, it's $5 million--

and I figured, where's the harm?

It's no different
than playing the lottery, right?

No one ever ended up in the ICU
buying a lottery ticket.

There was that one incident
where the two peo...

Okay. Doesn't matter.

I'm not gonna go doing
anything reckless.

I'm not gonna go scaling cliffs
or dig around gas mains.

-This is just dreaming.
-About the money.

What would we do with it?

I thought if I found it,
I would surprise you

with trust funds for the kids,
a new kitchen,

maybe even a whole new house.

I thought we could take
that honeymoon we never had,

see the world.

-Hmm.
-Hell...

we could even decide to retire.

Retire?

I thought you loved your job.

I do. But jobs like ours,
nobody does them forever.

Eventually you hang it up
and go fishing.

Not me. I mean,
you can have your fishing cabin

or whatever at Lake Arrowhead.

We can go up on the weekends.

But I plan to be
out on those streets,

until they force me off them.

Somebody almost did.

You nearly died last year,
Athena.

I know you don't like
to talk about it, but it was

a really close call.

And most people would have
at least thought about quitting.

Retiring.

I did. Elaine brought it up.

She wanted me to seriously
consider it, so I did.

And I decided not to.

You never told me that.

Well, I didn't see the point.
The decision was already made.

I mean, what was there to say?

So, what was that
about that French toast?

I see you've requested
the Willow Tree Suite.

I think the two of you
will enjoy it.

You and your, uh...?

Oh, uh, boyfriend.

-For now.
-Oh.

Actually, you know,
just between us...

I really think
this could be the weekend.

Like the weekend, you know?

I mean, just one last score.

I... I mean,
your romantic setting

is, uh...
I think he'll finally be ready.

Love it.

I'll send champagne up
to the room,

-set the mood.

-And where is the lucky fella?
-He's just outside. Yeah.

Just, you know,
getting our stuff from the car.

Uh, so, um...

"River's Edge."

You guys getting a lot
of business lately, or...?

Actually, it's been,
uh, pretty good.

Hey. Why you looking over there?

Willow Tree Suite's that way.

Wasn't over there, babe.
Trust me, I got a nose

for this kind of thing.

I do trust you.

-Hey, babe?
-Yeah, babe?

Look, you know
I love our adventures, right?

Uh-huh.

I was thinking...

like, if we do find
this five mil,

maybe we could call it quits
on the schemes.

Check it out!
The ground here is super soft.

-I bet somebody just dug it up.
-Yeah. Okay,

the grass does not look dug-up.

Baby, they're hiding treasure.

It wouldn't look dug-up.

-Okay.

-There is definitely
something down here.
Hey!

-Get away from there!

Hey, okay, uh, keep digging.
I'll hold him off.

Digging?
What are you doing?

-Digging on my property?
-Sir...

You can't dig there!

-Baby?

Ah, man.

Oh! What is that smell?

Septic tank.
Roof rusted through.

Woman's been stuck down there
for seven minutes.

A tank like that
is likely full of methane.

We're gonna need
some breathable air.

Let's get on it. What's the name
of the woman down there?

-Keisha. She just fell in.
-Okay, gentlemen,

this ground
could still give way.

I'm gonna need you to step back.

We don't want you
falling in, too. Keisha,

just sit tight. We're gonna
get you out of there.

Not exactly going anywhere.

What were you doing out here?

Duh. Digging up the treasure.

-What treasure?
-River's Edge B&B?

Willow Tree Suite?
Of course it's here.

It is here, right?

'Cause... otherwise,
she's gonna kill me.

Okay, Keisha. I'm gonna lower

a mask to you, and I need you
to put it on. Can you do that?

Okay, here it comes.

She's already showing signs
of hypoxia, Cap.

We got to get her out of there

before she has
permanent neurological damage.

Okay. Eddie,
I want you to extend

the aerial ladder over the hole.

We'll lower Buck down.
He'll pull her out.

Oh, wait. Why me?

I did say
you could go next time.

Not the same, man.

That's good.

Nice and slow. Keep it coming.

Okay, about five more feet,
Eddie.

Doing okay, Buck?

Well, I'm not looking forward
to this next part.

All right, Keisha,
let's get you out of here.

Keisha! She's drowning.
She's gone under!

I can't see her!
Get me down there now!

-Eddie, drop him, drop him.
-Wh-What's happening?

Keisha! Keisha. Keisha.

-I got you.

You're okay.
You're okay. I got her!

-We'll get you out.

Okay. Guys, get us out of here!

Okay, bring 'em up.

I got her. I got her.

Sorry we couldn't find
the five mil, babe.

I don't need the money.

I just need you.

So whatever you're waiting for,

you don't have to wait anymore.

My answer is yes.

Uh, yes what?

Yes, I will marry you.

We can settle down

and start a whole new adventure
as a family.

Oh.
Babe, uh...

I thought you knew.

-I am married.
-What?!

You're my adventure.

J-Just on the side.

Uh, she wanted some space.

Oof. Whew!

Come on.

Got a call
from the alarm company

-about a break-in?
-They called me, too.

Jeremiah. I was Mr. Harcourt's
personal assistant.

The door was like that
when I got here.

I haven't touched a thing.
I figured

it was probably
some treasure hunters looking

-for clues.
-Okay. Stay here.

Okay.

This is LAPD.
The door's open. I'm coming in.

LAPD.

Get up slowly.
Hands in the air.

What are you doing in my house?

Hollis Harcourt?

Looking mighty good
for a dead man.

You're alive?

I'm gonna kill you!

Ah. I have not known
this man for long,

-but I'm confident
he's not worth it.
-You're such an ass.

What happened to,
"He had such a good soul"?

-And who changed my alarm code?
Oh, I don't know.

Maybe the person
who's not supposed to be dead?

And who was conveniently
left out of the will?

Speaking of that, Mr. Harcourt,

I think you and I
need to have a conversation

about your unexpected return
to the land of the living.

15 years of working

-for a solipsistic narcissist...
Don't let the thesaurus

hit you on the way out!

Sorry for dragging you over here

for nothing, Sergeant,
but as you can see,

there's been no break-in.
Just a simple misunderstanding.

I think your work here is done.

Or perhaps it's just beginning.

Fraud. Filing a false report.

Forging a death certificate.
All crimes, Mr. Harcourt.

And you would be right
to arrest me

if I had done
even one of those things.

But I didn't.

Simply had my lawyer
have my publicist

release a statement, and voilà.

Cue the heartfelt tributes
and outpourings of emotion.

I'm feeling some kind
of emotions myself right now.

And your ridiculous
treasure hunt has the city

completely off the rails.

Isn't it great?

Confirms everything
I ever thought about this town.

Full of selfish, greedy morons.

Well, those morons
are dropping like flies.

-You need to call
this whole thing off.
-I can't.

I need to find out how it ends.

You buried it. Pretty sure
you know how it ends.

Not the hunt.

The book.

Gutted in Glendale.

It's my next novel.

I've been working on it

for two years. Huge advance.

-Already sold the movie rights.

Tom Hanks wants to star.

He loves these, uh,

blood and treasure stories.

Mine is gonna be
like The Da Vinci Code,

only bigger.

Just one problem.

I don't know how it ends.

So you buried the treasure...

To find my ending.

I've blown
the last three deadlines,

and, uh,
people have started asking

some very uncomfortable
questions.

Saying a lot

of very ugly words, like...

"refund." Ugh.
And "lawsuit."

But I am so close.
I can feel it.

I'm gonna find my ending.
I just need a little more time.

So maybe you keep the news

that I'm not dead
between the two of us.

-I could just sneak
back out and...
-The alarm call

went out over the radio,

so I'm probably gonna
run into some curious reporters

back at the station.

And what
are you gonna tell them?

The truth.

Wait.

-We were his research?

More like his lab rats.

Running around in his little
treasure hunt simulation.

Which is exactly what he wanted.

Every emergency on the news was

-a new chapter for his book.
-The idea is

surprisingly diabolical
for Hollis Harcourt.

Have you ever read
any of his books?

Well, if we were his research,
we should all get paid.

-He tell Athena

-where the treasure's at?
No.

If there even is a treasure.

Hollis never had to actually
plant one to get what he wanted.

He just needed to say
that he did.

And since we now officially know
that he's a liar...

It's time to give up. Right?

No more treasure hunt.

♪ Take me to the docks♪

♪ There is a ship without
a name there, and it is...♪

I can't believe
I fell for it.

I feel like an idiot.

Come on, we, uh,
we all got fooled.

Yeah, but I should've
known better.

-Mm.
-I'm a trained journalist.

-Or, at least, I was.

Before I got caught up
in this dumb treasure hunt.

What was I thinking?

Think of it as a...
a big adventure.

Uh...

But you got to sleep
in your own bed every night.

Huh.

We were so close.

Yeah, we were.

And then that selfish,
lazy bastard

ruined everything.

Actually, that's not fair.

He wasn't completely lazy.

You know, he did like to jog.

But I can still hate him, right?

Right?

Hey.

You know,
we could always rent a cabin

now and then.
For vacation.

-Mm-hmm.

Do you even know how to fish?

-I am from Minnesota.
-Well, I take that as a yes.

Hmm.

"I walked along the river's edge

"to hide my secret treasure.

"A heron soared,
a gray bridge roared,

a bullfrog croaked,
'Good measure.'"

This is terrible.

-No, it's awful.

He's not much of a poet.
Or even a writer, I guess.

"I stopped beneath a willow tree

"in the narrow place.

"And then I saw
a light beam fall

upon my treasured place."

The narrow place.

I was never able to figure

that part out.
I searched his novels.

Couldn't find a reference.

Not sure what I missed.

You're missing a book.

Yeah, Hollis's unpublished book.

Gutted in Glendale.

-Hmm.
-Hmm.

-Bobby?
-Yeah.

I think I know
where the treasure is.

The Glendale Narrows.
That's what they call

-this part of the river.
-Wait. You mean

this concrete channel
with water in it?

I keep telling everybody,
this is not a river.

Which is exactly why
no one else ever thought of it.

All of you adventurers

thinking you had to trek up
into the mountains.

Never occurred to you
to look right here in the city.

Home of herons.

And bullfrogs.

And a gray bridge roaring.
Right there.

Bit on the nose for a metaphor.

Well, Hollis isn't really
a poet. Or a trustworthy person.

He's not the only one.

Uh, seriously?

Well, so much for giving up.

I cannot believe you guys.
We agreed

-we'd all stop looking.
-And yet here we all are.

Did you two
really bring your gear?

Wasn't sure what the terrain

would be like.
Wanted to be ready.

-Hey. They brought
their med kits.

This treasure hunt
has been nothing

but medical rescues
and injuries.

I was not
about to be one of them.

So, what tipped it off
for you guys?

Hollis's
yet-to-be-released novel,

Gutted in Glendale.

And then the part in the poem
about a narrow place.

Put it together...

-Glendale Narrows.
-It was the river for us.

Uh, Taylor said
Hollis used to jog here.

My wife wrote an algorithm

that detects changes
in satellite images.

Okay, well, what do we do now?

Six of us, one treasure.

Technically,
Bobby and I pulled up first.

-Whoa.
Because you elected
to keep the name

of Hollis's unpublished novel
to yourself.

I didn't know it was important.

-Also, pretty sure this is

the first time any of us
are hearing about an algorithm.

Okay, guys, look,

it's $5 million.

So we split it five ways.

Seven.

We have a preexisting deal
with Taylor

-and her... cameraman.

The cameraman with no name
gets a cut?

-No, no, no.
I really don't think
that anyone

who isn't physically here
should get a cut.

Uh,

sh-she already knew
where we were going.

-Okay, fine, look,
we-we split it

seven ways.
I don't know the exact math,

-but that's enough.
-Uh, it's, uh,

$714,285.

71.4 cents.

I don't know what to do
with the point-four.

You-you can keep ours.

We found the treasure.

So let's go enjoy it.
Together. Come on.

It's got to be buried on one
of those little islands,

the sandbars.

I see some willow trees.

But how will we know
which one it is?

There's supposed to be a marker.

"H" marks the spot.

Or maybe we'll find someone else
already there,

beating us to it.

-Is that Probie?
-Guys!

I found it!

What's five million
divided by eight?

I'm not doing any more math.

Ravi, why don't you
do the honors since you

-were here first?
-Pretty sure
we would've been here first

were it not for the
extended round of negotiations.

Wasn't as heavy as I thought.

I'm guessing it's just a check,
not the actual jewels.

I mean, who would be dumb enough
to do that? Right?

You have got to be kidding me.

What?
I think

we need to have a word
with Mr. Harcourt.

Gate's already open.

Never a good sign.

Front door is open, too.

I'm gonna go in
and check it out.

You all wait here.

You are not going in there
alone.

We're going in with you, Athena.

Do any of you have a badge?

And a gun?

I didn't think so.

Wait here.

Guess he found his ending.

Oh, my God.

Is he...

dead?

-Most likely murdered.
-Didn't I say

to wait outside?

Why do you people never listen?

So that we could be your alibi?

This is News 8
with breaking news.

This is Taylor Kelly
reporting from outside

Hollis Harcourt's mansion,

where, in a twist worthy
of one of his novels,

the famed author
has been found dead.

Again.

So, you all found
an empty treasure chest,

drove down here
like an angry mob

to confront him, now he's dead.

But these facts are unrelated
to each other?

Rick, he was dead
when we got here.

-We didn't kill him.
-We just wanted to.
-Buck.

-You're new.
-Yeah.

I'm not really with them.

Uh, I barely know these people,
so...

Detective.
-Yeah.

We got the security footage.

Wasn't them.

I didn't actually think it was.

I was just...

I was just doing my job.

-Mm-hmm.
-And maybe enjoying
the moment a little.

Take a look at this.

She's wearing
a Zip Parcel uniform,

but that is not one
of their trucks.

Delivery driver?

This time of night?

Is she pregnant?

She is.

Where have I seen her before?

My husband almost died!
More people are gonna die!

And you knew
he had to be stopped,

so maybe you took matters
into your own hands.

I didn't kill him.

Yeah.

Been hearing that a lot tonight.

But you went there in disguise,

under false pretenses.

Doesn't look good.

-He was a horrible person.
-But you didn't kill him?

You're not really delivering
anything.

Where did you get the outfit?

From my husband.

My sweet,

kind, normally
level-headed husband.

-Who almost lost his life

because of your ridiculous
treasure hunt.

If you're surprised
that your husband

is a greedy, reckless man,
then maybe the truth is

you didn't know him
as well as you thought.

So... you're welcome.

He's not greedy.

He wanted the money
for his family.

We have a baby on the way,
and now he can't work.

He might not be able to do his
job ever again thanks to you.

And?

You need to fix this.

Make it right.

Oh, oh, I see.
Okay, this is a-a shakedown.

Got it. Um, who should I
make the check out to?

How about, uh,
"Mrs. Take Your Sob Story

And Empty Envelope
Somewhere Else"?

Because I don't care.

-Don't you touch me!
-No! Oh!

Oh, my God.

That's a--
that's a crystal vase!

It's valuable!

So's my husband!

Not to me.

Stop it!

What are you doing?!

Stop it!
What are you do...

I'm calling the...

-Oh, God.

Are you okay?

911. What's your emergency?

-This is 911. Is anyone there?

Hello? Can you hear me?
Is anyone there?

Hello?

Help.

If you're there, press a button.

Why didn't you say anything?

You don't know that.

Maybe it was just
a bad connection.

-She's not wrong.

She didn't technically kill him.

The M.E. talked to his doctors.

-He had a heart condition.
-Hollis let her into the house.

So, no breaking
and entering charges.

She just let him die.

And the D.A. isn't gonna want
to touch this

with a ten-foot pole.

Everyone just wants
this whole thing to go away.

I know I do.

But what do you think happened
to the money?

Buck, there was no money.

Hollis was just yanking
everyone's chain.

The whole city.

And all of us.

But why bury an empty chest?

I mean,
why bury anything at all?

You don't think the probie
double-crossed us, do you?

At this point,
I don't trust anyone.

I mean, aside from you guys,
obviously.

Everyone else,

-they suck.
Huh.

Especially that assistant.

Jeremiah. You know, he swore

to me he'd seen the treasure
with his own eyes.

Guess he was in on the con
this whole time.

No. He was just as surprised
as I was that Hollis was alive.

You're alive?

I'm gonna kill you!

Uh...

What are you thinking?

Hollis didn't bury
an empty chest.

Hollis didn't bury anything.

Hollis wasn't the type
to get his hands dirty.

You're the only one I trust.

You have to do this for me.

You just told me you're dying,
and now you want me

to wade into the L.A. River
and bury $5 million?

I need a minute.

Jeremiah,

I don't think
I have many minutes left.

♪ Snap your finger
and I'll...♪

So it was left up to Jeremiah,

his loyal assistant,

to do the dirty work.

♪ Your every wish...♪

Who he conveniently left out
of his fake will.

He had a fake will
for his fake death?

And still didn't put
his assistant in it?

That guy was
a real piece of work.

Hollis spent his life

writing about the worst aspects
of human nature.

Confirms everything
I ever thought about this town.

Full of selfish, greedy morons.

And, still,

he failed to remember

that sometimes,

when you push people too far...

♪ I'll do anything for you♪

...they snap.

♪ I'm your puppet.♪

He left yesterday.

Chartered a plane
to the Maldives.

No extradition treaty.

Do we even know
if he committed a crime?

Yeah. What else
would you call it?

A severance package.

Yeah.

But I really think...

Okay.

Yeah, forget I asked.

I'm guessing
no trip to the Maldives?

They think "there was never
a treasure" is a better story.

They want me to leave it there.

Ah. I feel like
they don't know you very well.

Mm. And you think you do?

You know, I'm starting to.

I also happen to think that,

me and you, we, uh...

we make a pretty good team.

Buck, we didn't
find the treasure

and you ended up
being questioned by the police.

-For the second time.

Yeah, but, uh, the rest of it...

It was fun.

I'm glad we're friends.

Friends.

Great.

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