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[ Pounding ]

[ Man, Woman Laughing ]

[ Pounding Continues ]
[ Laughing Continues ]

Again? Can't you guys
keep your hands off each other
for, like, one minute?

The least you can do
is ask me to join you.

Fine by me.
In your dreams.

We weren't doing anything.

[ Pounding Continues ]
But then... what's that sound
coming from?

[ Pounding Continues ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Gasps, Gags ]

Oh. You're here.

Yep. I'm here.

No, it's just normally
you'd drop by my office.
Say hi.

Carlos is tutoring me
for a big test
I've got coming up.

You're more than welcome
to join us,

assuming you know anything
about leiomyosarcomas.

[ Both Chuckle ]
I do-- Or I did.

But that and trigonometry
both left my head
after I graduated.

[ Clears Throat ]
Okay.

I've got an L.M.S.
on the retro peritoneum.

Mm-hmm.
This one is a benign myoma.

I concur.
And this one looks like...

it started in the uterus
and it spread.

Are you sure
the second one
isn't just a fibroid?

No.
Positive.

I mean, I was
until Carlos put words
in my mouth.

How'd they get past your foot?

I've been wondering
the same thing myself.

Who are you again?
Hi. I'm--

[ Together ]
Callie.

Oh, Callie. Okay.

I just got a call
from Marine Patrol Services.
We've got a floater.

Body's been I.D.'d
as Johnny Hasker,
so it's high-profile.

- Johnny Hasker?
- You know this guy?

Yeah, I-- I mean,
I've heard of him.

Everybody in Florida
has heard of Johnny Hasker,

nephew of Big Jack Hasker.

Somebody else in Florida
everyone's heard about.

Ten years ago,
Jack Hasker, his son Hal
and nephew Johnny--

The dead guy.
Yeah. They found a shipwreck
of a Spanish galleon...

called the Granada,
and they pulled up
the biggest sunken treasure...

ever recovered in the U.S.--
$400 million...

of gems, gold and silver.
There's my first clue.

That's one good reason
someone would be dead, right?

Right?
Mm-hmm.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Jim ]
It's just, she normally
comes by, says hi.

You think you're
the only thing
she thinks about?

Trust me. With a test
on leiomyosarcomas
coming up,

she has other things
on her mind.

I shouldn't take it personally?
No. Of course you should
take it personally.

All right,
I'm gonna go out
on a limb,

and say this weird-ass knife
is the cause of death.

[ Jim ]
It is a weird-ass knife.

That the victim's yacht?

[ Carlos ]
Yep. And our crime scene.

Based on the bloating
and the tide cycle--

which carried him
from his boat to here--

I'd say he's been in the water
about 10 to 12 hours,

which puts the time of death
at 3:00 a.m.

It's big,
but it's not much
for a guy...

who found $400 million worth
of sunken treasure.

He didn't get to keep it all.

The Haskers fought
the Spanish government in court
for years over ownership.

The Haskers got a third,
Spain got a third,

and lawyers
from both governments
divvied up the rest.

Well, as long
as the lawyers got paid.

[ Indistinct Conversations ]

Looks like Johnny
was stabbed down in the cabin,

staggered up here,
and then went over the side...

into the water.

Someone's idea
of a romantic evening--

Little wine,
stabbing by candlelight,

and ransack the place.

Maybe Johnny walked in
on a burglary--

somebody after his doubloons--
and things got out of hand.

Doubloons?

Gold and silver coins.
Yeah, I know
what they are.

[ Beeps ]

All right, so answer me this--

If the killer
was after his gold,

why did he erase
all the coordinates
from Johnny's G.P.S.?

Maybe somebody
didn't want anybody to know
where Johnny had been.

Or where he'd been suggests
he was onto something...

worth killing
a treasure hunter for--

like stealing all his gold.

[ Jim Longworth ]
Some say I don't play well
with others.

I was a damn good detective
in Chicago,

until a disagreement
with my boss encouraged me...

to pack it up
and make a change.

So I put the Windy City
in my rearview and headed
to the Sunshine State.

Kick back. Play some golf.
Work on my tan.

Maybe write the occasional
speeding ticket.

Yeah.
Well, that didn't work out.

So the Haskers poured
their life savings into
finding the Granada,

only to have to give
two-thirds of it over...

to the Spanish government
and cutthroat lawyers.

That had to suck.
Yeah.

He left Florida
with wannabe treasure hunters,

searching our coast
for any of the hundreds...

of shipwrecks
rumored to be out here,

but they didn't find anything
even close to the Granada.

Big Jack and Hal--

They put their share
into searching for a wreck
called the Magdalena--

An even bigger
sunken treasure.

Magdalena?
Yeah.

Johnny took his cut,
left the industry,
opened up a seafood restaurant.

The restaurant business--
There's a risky venture.

[ Jim ] I'm sorry for the loss
of your business partner,
Mr. Ellison.

Do you ever regret
giving up the
treasure-hunting business...

for the restaurant business?
[ Laughs ] No.

Johnny always said
treasure hunters
die old and broke.

Not like with a restaurant,
where you go broke
young and alive, huh?

I'm not gonna lie to you.

This place
is circling the drain.

And took your investment
with it?

Which is why I killed
my partner, right?

Not unheard of. Thank you.

Look, Johnny's name
was the one asset
this place has--

it certainly wasn't the food--

and my one chance at a return,

so I'm sorry,
but I had no reason to kill him.

Well, someone did.

Did you talk to his uncle?
Big Jack Hasker?

Yeah. Nice guy. Larger than
life. Loved Johnny like a son.

His real son, however--

There was some pretty bad blood
between Hal and Johnny,
as far as I knew.

Huh.

It wasn't bad blood.
I just didn't like him
trading on the family name...

for that cheesy restaurant.

The name Hasker means something
in this part of the world.

It was his name too,

and a name he helped build
in the treasure-hunting world.

Johnny was a Hasker.

Through and through.

You'll have to forgive
my father.

He gets a little sentimental
when he talks about Johnny.

I'm sure the drinking's
not helping.

I'm sorry for your loss,
Mr. Hasker.

I know it was
just this morning.

I let my sister down.

I promised her,
before she died helping
us salvage the Granada,

- to keep an eye on Johnny.
- Okay, Dad.

I'll take this--

[ Jack ]
Johnny could read
the ocean floor like a book.

He's the one who realized
the debris field
we were working...

came from the Granada.

Without him, we never
would have found
that treasure.

- Debris field?
- Yeah, ships--

They break apart and drift
as they sink,

spreading debris
over a wide area...

before the wreckage settles
on the ocean floor,

and then centuries
of currents and hurricanes...

scatter the stuff
for miles around.

We worked that field 10 years...

before we knew
it was the Granada,

and for the past three years,
trying to find the Magdalena.

Magdalena?
Said to be worth
twice the Granada.

Every time I go down
on a dive...

I think how much easier
it would be...

if Johnny was diving with me.

So it was kind of like
a personal betrayal when
he left you high and dry?

Speaking of which,
where were you two
at 3:00 this morning?

[ Laughing ]

Hal was with me
all last night,

trying to get the boat ready
to go out on another run.

Can anyone else
confirm that?

I'll take that
as a no.

You seen this before?

That's the kind
of Spanish artifact...

you might find
in the debris field
of a hundred shipwrecks.

Johnny took a bunch
of that stuff with him
when he left--

as mementos.

The decor of that restaurant
of his,

to capitalize off
the family name.

He was family,

and he was like a son to me.

Except he's not your son, Dad.
You only wish he was.

And you know what?
While you're getting
all revisionist history on us,

why don't you tell
the detective here...

how you've nearly spent us
into the poor house trying
to find the Magdalena,

so that you can reclaim
your good name from,
and I quote,

"that arrogant little bastard."

Okay.

I'm gonna leave you two
to mourn in peace,

but if you can think
of anyone...

with an even stronger motive
for killing Johnny
than you two,

you should
give me a call.

[ Knocking ]

I'm studying.
Actually, I was wondering--

Am I missing something?
Are you missing something?

Yeah. What is it
about pirates
and sunken treasure...

that makes ordinary people
risk their lives,

everything they've got,
for something they're
never gonna find?

Five minutes.

And it's not
just about the money.

What else is there?

I don't know.
It's romance and adventure.

- What romance?
- Seriously?

Countless Spanish galleons
sank off of the Florida coast
in storms and pirate raids.

I mean, there's literally
hundreds of millions
of dollars in treasure...

all up and down the coast.

Really?
Yeah, really.

People find doubloons
and artifacts
in their backyard...

and on beaches
and in the Glades.

It's exciting.
How exciting would it be
if Johnny Hasker...

actually found the treasure
from the Magdalena?

Johnny Hasker
found the Magdalena?

Are you saying
that would excite you
enough to help me?

No, seriously.
He actually found it?
Yeah. I'm thinking he did.

Why?
Because that's what
everyone's fighting about.

His business partner,
his family,

thought the only way
to turn Johnny's
business around...

and the Haskers'
fortune around
was to find the Magdalena,

and Johnny was the only one
with the smarts
to actually do it.

Not that you needed that
to get excited about.

Yeah, okay. Whatever.

Do you want to know
about the Magdalena or not?

I'm all ears.

Okay.

"Benito Francisco,
a rich colonial official,
and his young bride...

were heading back to Spain
with his fortune on the ship
he'd named after her,

when they were attacked
on August 7, 1753
in the Florida Keys...

- by Black Jack Bellamy."
- Black Jack Bellamy? Really?

"The pirate took off
with the Magdalena,

the bride
and all the riches,

leaving Francisco and his crew
adrift at sea in a lifeboat."

That's the romance
you're talking about?

Okay. I'm listening.

"Francisco survived...

and went after the Magdalena.

There was a battle
and both ships sank,

dragging Black Jack Bellamy,
Francisco and his bride...

and all the treasure
to the bottom of the sea."

- So this guy--
- And your five minutes
are up, so--

- Really?
- Yeah, really. Good night.

- It's just, with all the wrecks
and all the debris field--
- [ Groans ]

how would you know
definitively if you found
the actual shipwreck?

You'd have to have something
that was on the ship's manifest,

something that was
actually on the ship
when it sank,

to serve
as a definitive artifact.

Thanks.
Yeah.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Beeps ]

Carlos, got a hunch
about the murder weapon
I need you to check out.

Cause of death was a stab wound,

but what stands out
are the bites he got...

from the Ceratopogonidae.

It's a bloodthirsty midge
commonly referred to
as "no-see-ums."

These bites are swollen.
Was he allergic?

If he was,
they'd all look like that.

This is probably nothing,
but I can't file the profile
on the autopsy...

until I figure this all out.

You asked about the knife,
right?
Yeah, like, ages ago.

I'd have to carbon-test it
for a specific date,

but it's your typical
mid-18th century
Spanish dagger--

Brass-mounted hilt,
crown pommel, steel blade.

[ Jim ]
What about these markings
on the hilt?

It's an engraved symbol.

To identify it,
I contacted a historian
at the university...

who happens to be--
It's the Benito Francisco
family crest.

I've done the work, okay?

The least you can do
is just let me have my moment.

Sorry.
[ Sighs ]

It's the Benito Francisco
family crest--
Right.

which means the knife
may have come from--
The wreckage of the Magdalena.

You couldn't even
let me have that.
You self-centered prick.

Oh, come on.
You get the rest.
The rest of what?

The part about the knife
coming from the Magdalena,

suggesting Johnny
was close to finding it,
which means--

Which means Johnny Hasker
was killed by a greedy bastard
who knew that--

And who wouldn't hesitate
in killing anyone else
in his way.

[ Jim ]
This knife was used
to kill your cousin.

Years of looking
for the Magdalena,
and you can't even identify...

the Francisco family crest?

I guess I didn't look
at the picture very closely.

- Or maybe you didn't want
to identify it.
- Hal, please, shut up.

Sorry about yesterday.
I was drunk.

And in no position
to answer to a police grilling.

Oh, trust me.
That was no grilling.

And of course we recognize
the Francisco seal.

- Then why'd you lie about it?
- Because if word got out...

that someone had a line
on the Magdalena,

every amateur salvager
in the world would be out there
destroying that debris field.

So if Johnny--
who bailed on you two--

had the G.P.S. coordinates...

and was salvaging the treasure
behind your back--
[ Chuckles ]

I bet you two would really be
pissed off about that.
Johnny was a Hasker.

If he found that treasure
it'd be the same
as if I found it.

Oh, and I'm sure he'd share
all his good fortune with you--

The gold, the money, the fame.

Johnny's restaurant
was circling the drain.

Why not throw his hat
back in the ring,

see if he can make
some real money for a change,

and lo and behold,
Johnny comes bobbing back
up to the surface...

with a knife from the Magdalena
stuck in his chest...

and his G.P.S. coordinates
wiped completely clean.

What is your point, son?

My point
is that you and your son...

pissed all your money
from the Granada away
trying to find the Magdalena,

and Johnny's the one
that found it--
or was going to.

And Hal going to Johnny
for the coordinates
is kinda like Hal finding it.

Hell of a way to try
and get his daddy's approval.

So if I killed my cousin
and found those coordinates,

then where the hell
is the treasure?

I'm thinking sitting
on the bottom of the ocean...

waiting for this murder
to blow away so you can,
uh, find it.

Well, who would believe that?
Hal's never found anything
in his life.

Just every dime that's
kept this company afloat...

while you pissed away
the one fortune we did have.

I am glad you two have
worked out your differences.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Yeah.

Got it.

Looks like this
treasure-hunting ring has had
another hat thrown back into it.

Or... sombrero.

Dulce Mendez--

She represents
the government of Spain.

Wasn't she the lawyer
that took the Haskers to court
over the Granada treasure?

Mm-hmm.
And got Spain 30% of it.

I bet she got a bonus
for that.

She say why she's here?
Yep. She heard about the dagger
from the Magdalena,

and has come here
to claim it for Spain.

[ Jim ]
Wow. No flies on her, huh?

Ah, ah, ah.
Before you go in,
check this out.

Johnny Hasker's phone records.

They show that
he called her three times
in the last two weeks.

You know, if I was
a homicide detective,

I could do a lot
with that information.

That's cute.

Hi. Sorry to keep you waiting.
So where is it?

The knife?
It's in Evidence.

- What's it doing there?
- Awaiting trial for the murder
of Johnny Hasker--

the guy who called you...
three times last week.

Look. I don't know anything
about Johnny's murder.

I'm here to inform
the F.D.L.E....

that Spain
is the rightful owner...

of any and all artifacts
recovered from the Magdalena.

I'm sorry.
Do you need a minute?

To react to what I just said
about Johnny being dead?

I'm guessing
it had something to do
with his finding the Magdalena.

I'm guessing you're right.
You wanna have a guess
what I'm thinking now?

Just because we talked
on the phone,

that makes me
some kind of suspect?

Some kind.

Okay. Well, thanks
for stopping by.

- That's it?
- I've been officially informed.

That's why you came around,
isn't it?

Look. There's a simple
explanation for why we talked.

He called to say
he'd located the treasure.

Huh.
He even showed me the knife.

He wanted to discuss a deal
with my government...

ahead of recovering the treasure
to avoid the years
of legal wrangling...

that followed the discovery
of the Granada.

I'm sorry.
That's really bothering me.

[ Blows ]
There we go.

You were saying?

What I'm saying is,
I expect full cooperation
from your government,

and full disclosure updates
on anything regarding
the Magdalena.

Fair enough.

And I will let you know
if we trip over
any treasure chests.

How much you wanna bet
she knows more
than she's saying?

[ Chuckles ]
Ya think?

By the way, there's a bar
called the Rusty Crab Pot.
Do you know it?

I look like
I drink at a place
called the Rusty Crab Pot?

Ah, ah.

Now, Johnny's financials--
That is something
I can help you with.

It turns out that Johnny
was so in debt...

that he signed over
his boat...

and his half
of the restaurant
to Mark Ellison,

and yet Ellison gave Johnny
a hundred grand last month.

Now, why would you throw
good money after bad?

So either Ellison's
a terrible businessman,
or a terrible liar.

I wasn't lying.
I didn't think it was important.

It was a personal loan.
I felt bad for the guy.

$100,000 is pretty personal.

Sure you weren't
staking him a claim
in the Magdalena?

I told you.
Johnny gave up
treasure hunting.

Yeah, but not
if he found the Magdalena.

And he turned to you for proof,

as in a knife we found
in the dead man's chest.

In that case,
$100,000 at a chance
at half a billion--

[ Scoffs ]
That's a pretty good investment.

Once he showed you this,
you knew he was onto something.

A born treasure hunter
like Johnny Hasker?

Or, if you like,
we can dig even deeper
into your finances.

Okay, fine.

He said he found
the debris field...

but he needed money
to work the find,

so I agreed to stake him
a hundred grand.

Pardon me for trying
to protect my investment
by keeping my mouth shut.

So where's the debris field?

He didn't say,
and I wouldn't know
where to begin to look.

Somebody does, 'cause they took
the G.P.S. coordinates
off the boat.

It wasn't me.

I'm a businessman.
I'm not a treasure hunter.

I wouldn't know
what to do with 'em.

Now, his family,
on the other hand--
Oh, yeah. Nice try.

You already pointed that finger.

[ Sighs ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

It's a captain's log.

It lists everything
that was on board,

from the silver and gold coins,
to the salt and pepper shakers
in the galley.

But get this.

The knife that killed
Johnny Hasker isn't in it.

So Johnny Hasker
didn't find the debris field
of the Magdalena.

Or it was smuggled on
by a sailor.

A lot of the men
who sailed at that time
were in between jail sentences,

so there was no shortage
of concealed weapons on board.

So what does it mean?

I don't know.
You're the cop. You tell me.

It means there's more
to the story than meets the eye.

Yeah. A lot more.

- But you're the cop, and a man.
- Oh, a man.

Women weren't allowed
on pirate ships.

We were considered bad luck.

So we have to start thinking
like a man.
Who's a cop.

Thought you had to study
for your finals.
I know.

Yes. I am, but--

I saw this book, and I just--
I couldn't stop thinking
about it.

Johnny Hasker couldn't
let it go either.

[ Sighs ]
So how did he find it?

If I were a man,
or a cop--

Mmm.
I'd try and tackle it
like a murder investigation.

By irritating
as many people as possible
until someone finally confesses?

No, by going
back to the people
behind the mystery,

finding out their relationship
to one another,

then how they all ended up
at the wrong place
at the right time.

Really? It's that easy?

Oh, yeah.
Once you work out
a person's profile,

it's really easy to predict
how they're gonna react.

Like, for instance,
you're gonna realize
you're still annoyed with me...

and leave in a huff.

Right. I'm that predictable.

But I do have to go.

And not in a huff.
Just like a regular... go.

This is out all week,
so don't lose it
or get anything on it.

- And thank you so much
for lunch.
- I'm paying for lunch?

And you're welcome for the book.

- Hey! Thanks for the book.
- [ Chuckling ]
Yeah.

Carbon test
of the dagger dates it
from the mid 18th century.

It's a real deal.
No question.

It wasn't on the ship's
manifest, so a pirate
must have brought it on board.

- Again with
not letting me finish.
- Sorry.

Good. Here's
the interesting part.

While the knife is old,

the Benito Francisco family
crest engraved on it is new.

What do you mean new?
I found traces
of polymethyl methacrylate.

It's a compound used
in photo engraving.

Someone coated the handle
with the compound,

and blasted light right through
the photographic negative
of the Francisco crest,

leaving the perfect etching
of the crest in the brass,
which means--

The knife that killed
Johnny Hasker is a forgery.

Exactly.

[ Laughing ]
[ Barking ]

Sam, down. Sammy!
Sorry about that.

Nah, he's all right.
Here, Sam. Go get the ball.

I'm sorry to
disappoint you, Detective,
but I didn't kill Johnny.

I mean, of course
I'm upset that my partner
was killed,

but when you think about it,
I'm the real victim here.

Oh, no. I think Johnny's
still the real victim.

I invested a hundred grand
in finding the treasure
of the Magdalena,

and now Johnny's dead
and someone's made off
with the G.P.S. coordinates.

That means someone's
out there right now...

stealing what's
rightfully mine.

Yeah, or maybe
that person's you.

Or maybe the true treasure
is finding out how this guy...

swindled you
out of a hundred grand.
[ Chuckles ]

- What are you talking about?
- You know the knife--

The one he used to get you
to pony up the money?
You come here.

- It's fake.
- What?

Which I think
someone found out about,

and in a fit of rage--

you know, like someone
who was swindled out
of a hundred grand--

used the knife
to kill the swindler.

Hey, you know anyone
like that?
Go, boy!

I didn't even know
that the knife was a fake
until you told me right now.

Yeah, maybe.
Or maybe my theory--

You did,
and then you killed him.

Come on, come on.

You're unbelievable.

You know, it's a real shame.

Guy like Johnny,
fallen from grace
that much...

he has to resort to swindling
his own friends and family
to get respect.

Go, Sammy!

Of course, he's dead now,

and I guess
without those coordinates,

we'll never know
just how close he came...

to finding the Magdalena,
or if at all.

Certainly went
to a lot of trouble
to con me with that knife.

What do you think,
that the G.P.S. coordinates
are a fake too?

You know, that's
a very interesting question,
coming from you.

I don't know
if Ellison's motive
was the hundred grand he lost...

or whether
he stole the coordinates
to find the treasure himself.

- I just don't want
to let him off the hook yet.
- Then keep Ellison in play.

Oh, and I found the address
to that bar you asked me about--
the Rusty Crab Pot.

- I sent you an e-mail.
- Great. Thanks.

I hate to say it, but Daniel
picked a hell of a week
for finals.

Really? What,
another menial task to do?

- I need you to run
a plate number for me.
- All right. Done.

You lied to me.

You don't hate your son
half as much
as you pretend to.

Oh, I don't hate my son at all.

I just wish he'd grow a pair.

Maybe he did.

You weren't with your son
the night of the murder,
were ya?

You were drinking
at the Rusty Crab Pot
till 2:00 in the morning.

Fell asleep by the bar.
The owner called you
a cab.

Tried to get on to your son
to come pick you up,
but he couldn't find him.

Why'd you lie about his alibi?

Because my son asked me to.

Because you think
he killed your nephew.

Hal did not kill Johnny.

- You know how I know?
- 'Cause he doesn't
have any balls?

Yeah, well, even so,

I'm gonna take him in
for questioning.

Okay, I was there that night,
but not to kill my cousin.

I went over there
to find those coordinates.

He caught you
ransacking the place.

You argued,
and then you killed him
with the knife.

That's not true.
Johnny wasn't even there.

Your cousin Johnny has been
a source of aggravation
and humiliation your whole life,

a shadow you've never
been able to get out
from under.

Why not knock him
off the pedestal
you believe you deserve?

I just thought
that if I went over there...

and I found some coordinates
or a map or something,

that my dad and I could
salvage the wreckage together.

We could dig ourselves out
of the financial hole we're in.

We could take back our name
and our reputation.

And now Johnny's
out of the picture.
Hey, win-win, right?

But there were no maps.
His G.P.S. memory
was wiped completely clean.

It was like Johnny
had turned into some kind
of hoarder or something.

All he had was a bunch
of worthless artifacts...

that meant nothing.

"A bunch of worthless artifacts
that meant nothing."

In my experience,
anything that means nothing
usually means something.

Yeah. Good luck figuring out
what "nothing" means.

And while you're digging
through that stuff,

I got something
that actually might help.

The swelling
on Johnny's bites...

was a vibrio infection.

If it had gotten any worse
it could have killed him,

saved somebody the trouble.
Really? From bug bites?

Yeah. The bites itch.
Johnny scratched 'em,
broke the skin,

and then came into contact
with a nasty strain
of Vibrio vulnificus,

which got into the body
through the open wounds.

Where do we find
this bacteria?

Only found in brackish water
where the no-see-um insect
population is extremely dense.

Brackish water--
Where saltwater
and fresh water mix.

Yeah, no, that's great.

There's only, like,
a million miles...

of mangroves like that
in Florida.

At least we got a line
on where Johnny's been.

We just don't know where
or why.

What do you got?

Uh, I have a portrait...

of Benito Francisco
that he had commissioned
of him and his wife.

Looks like true love.

Yeah, it was
an arranged marriage.
Not uncommon for the time.

And that's Black Jack Bellamy.
Pirate?

Right. Got it.
That's all I've got.

And all these books are--

They're all captains' logs
and maritime accounts...

of the night the Magdalena
was attacked.

The thing that's weird
is that they all describe
Black Jack Bellamy...

as being this person who
knew the exact location...

of the Magdalena
the night he attacked it.

They describe him
as some ghost
who appeared out of nowhere.

Well, not so much a ghost,
but... an inside man?

Who... knew the chartered
course of the Magdalena
and slipped it to someone.

Yeah, and then left the ropes
conveniently over the side
of the boat.

So if we could find out
who that person was
and why they did it,

we can be one step closer
to Johnny Hasker's search
for the treasure.

Not bad for a civilian.

And although
this is very exciting
and romantic,

I'm searching for a killer,
not buried treasure.

You don't think...

that following
Johnny Hasker's trail...

will lead you to his killer?
Well, of course.

Or maybe the person
or persons...

who checked out
these books lately?

[ Dog Barking ]

Who's a good boy?
Who's a good boy?

Sam, get out of there.

[ Sighs ]

Yeah?
Hey, sorry to bother you.

Wanted to talk to you
about Dulce Mendez.

Uh, the lawyer
that screwed Johnny
and his family...

out of the proceeds
from the Granada?

Yeah, that Dulce Mendez.

I've never met the woman. Why?

Really? See, 'cause
both you and Dulce...

hired the same book
from the same library
in the last six weeks,

gave me this crazy idea
you two knew each other.
[ Door Shuts ]

Oh, that and the dog hair.

Dog hair?
Yeah.

And the car
parked up the street
with the consulate plates.

I checked the book out
of the library 'cause I was
curious about my investment.

In terms of what's going on
in that parasitic bitch's mind,
you'll have to ask her.

As far as I'm concerned, she's
the one that should be dead,
not Johnny.

Oh. Sorry to hear
you feel that way.
What are you talking about?

I'm sorry. I'm confused.
Why are you sleeping
with her?

Sleeping with her?
Are you out of your mind?

Ma'am, here.
You're under arrest.
This way.

Look, Detective,
I don't know where
you're goin' with this,

but I think I've heard enough,
so if you don't mind--

Actually, I do.

And it's not about
where I'm going.
It's where you're going.

How did you know about us?
Next time you have an affair
with a guy who owns a dog,

you might wanna run
a lint brush over your jacket.

There is nothing illicit
about my feelings for Mark.

Then why were you sneaking out
the back door of his house?

Who I'm in love with
is nobody's business.

However,
if the Spanish government
learned I was sleeping...

with an investor in
the Magdalena salvage efforts,

there are some
that might perceive that
as a conflict of interest.

Because it is.

Johnny know you were canoodling
with his business partner?

Yeah, he knew.
How did Johnny feel about
you sleeping with the enemy?

I told him it was improving
our negotiating position.

You got some bites.

You've been traipsing
through the mangroves.

This is Florida.
I got 'em traipsing
through the mall.

Looks itchy.

So how are those negotiations
with Dulce working out for you?

There's no treasure,
so we've given up
negotiating,

but our positions
are coming along nicely.

Spanish government
got $120 million
from the Granada treasure.

How much did you get?

Nothing.
I was doing my job.

You saw the opportunity,
didn't you?

You seduced Johnny Hasker's
business partner into helping
you find the debris field.

Then you and Ellison--
You kill Johnny.
You steal his coordinates.

Then you wait for the murder
to go to the cold case file
before you dig it up.

That's absurd.

I wouldn't begin to know
how to haul artifacts
off the ocean floor.

You have any idea
how dangerous that kind
of work is?

Maybe just as dangerous as
killing a local hero like
Johnny Hasker on his own boat.

And when the world found out
about the discovery
of the Magdalena,

how are we supposed to profit
from 400-year-old artifacts
we can't sell?

You wouldn't sell
the artifacts.

You'd melt it down.
Sell the gold.

It's not all gold.

Besides, most of the value
is intrinsic.

If we melted it down,
it'd be worth 20 million.

It wouldn't be worth
half a billion.

Profit of 20 million--
I'd still risk the bends.

And Dulce has
all those connections...

in the rare artifact
black market.

You guys could sell
the artifacts to collectors
for years.

No one would ever know.

Awful big assumption,
with no basis in fact.

Yeah, well,

making assumptions
is how I catch murderers.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Door Opens ]

Congratulations.
Dulce Mendez is threatening
to sue the department...

for malicious prosecution.

She doesn't like being
a person of interest?

And I've been trying
to figure out what Johnny
spent the hundred grand on,

'cause it sure as hell
wasn't on salvaging equipment.

Or boat fuel.
No.

How'd you know that?
I didn't. I'm guessing.

All right, well, good guess.
There was no charges for fuel
at the marina.

Which means
he hasn't been out to sea.

And maybe that's why his G.P.S.
memory card was clean.

It wasn't wiped.
He hasn't been out.

Which begs the question,
what did he spend
a hundred grand on?

Land-- or marsh,
to be exact.
Marsh? As in mangroves?

The sale just went through
the county assessor's office
on Monday.

Monday?
The day before he was killed?

Twenty acres
of worthless swamp.

Only worthless
if Johnny's guess was wrong.

The no-see-um bites that
almost killed him, not
spending money on boat fuel--

You know what?
He was onto something,

and it suggests the treasure
is not at the bottom
of the ocean.

It's buried in the mangroves.
But without a map
or specific coordinates,

you'd have to dig
a million holes
just to find it.

So either Johnny bought
a worthless piece swamp
on a whim,

or he had an idea
where the treasure was.

[ Inhales ]

[ Knocking ]

There was no inside man.

Oh, come in.

It was an inside job,
but there was
no inside man...

because it was
an inside woman.

A woman?
Yeah.

What, that woman?
Yes. Magdalena.

- You said that was Magdalena.
- That is Magdalena.

They're both Magdalena.

Look. It's the same hair,
the same eyes,

only in this one
they're smiling and bright...

because she was
totally in love with him.

With a bloodthirsty pirate?
The bad boy. Yeah.

And he was totally in love
with her.

That's why he had
this etching made.

It's so that he could
take it with him out to sea
and have her with him always.

[ Jim ]
Okay, so she's trapped
in a loveless marriage.

- They plan the kidnapping
and theft together?
- Right.

And probably bury the treasure
in a place where only they
know about,

but they were killed
before they could go back,
get it and run off together.

The etching tells us
they were in love
with each other.

Unfortunately,
it doesn't tell us
where the treasure is.

Actually, I think it does.

Come on.

The evidence room--

This is where you think
that there's buried treasure?

Hey, this was your idea.

How was this my idea?
You found the etching.

To prove they were lovers.

Yeah, which you did,
with the etching.

Notice anything else?

No.

Oh, wait. Yeah.
She's holding a helmet
on her lap.

Spanish conquistador helmet.

Now, Black Jack Bellamy
wasn't Spanish,

and Magdalena
renounced her marriage
to Francisco,

so why put it
in an etching of themselves
if it didn't mean anything?

I'm sorry.
Even for you that is a stretch.

Is it?

Johnny found this
as an artifact...

in one of the many debris fields
that he was salvaging...

while trying to find evidence
of the Magdalena,

and he must have thought
it was just a keepsake,
thought nothing of it.

Put it on the shelf.
Forgot about it.

But then he went broke,
and he went after
the Magdalena again.

By using the helmet?

Yeah. He didn't have money
to launch another expedition,

so he searched for the treasure
the same way we did,

with research books
and Web sites,

and he came
to the same conclusion.

[ Chuckling ]
You've come to some conclusion?

He actually had the key
to the entire mystery
in his hands all along,

but he was killed
before he could prove it.

Hit the lights.

Okay, Jim.
[ Match Strikes, Flares ]

Now, I'm no expert at this,

but unless I'm mistaken,

that is the exact position
of the stars...

on August 7, 1753.

The night Black Jack Bellamy
attacked the Magdalena.

Black Jack poked
those constellations
into this helmet...

so he could remember
where he buried the treasure.

[ Whispering ]
It's a treasure map.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Water Running ]

Oh, my God.
Have I lost my mind,
coming out here with you?

No one dragged you.

Uh, yeah, you did.
You drove, remember?

I offered to drop you off.
No, you didn't.

Didn't I? I meant to.

[ Beeps ]

[ Callie ]
Are you sure
these coordinates are right?

Yeah. Got 'em from the sextant.

Put them into
that G.P.S. thingy.

[ Beeping Continues ]

"G.P.S. thingy"?

- Oh, my God, I'm gonna die.
- You're not gonna die.

I'm in a swamp
with a guy from Chicago
who says "G.P.S. thingy."

I'm definitely gonna die!

Are you finished?

[ Panting ]

[ Callie ]
Brilliant. This thing
is leading us out of the swamp.

Now we're lost.
We're not lost.

Yeah. We're lost,

and being eaten alive by bugs,
and we're gonna die.

- We're not gonna die.
- I'm going back to the car.

Shit!
Why do I listen to you?

Oh, me? It was you
that wanted to find
friggin' treasure.

Yeah, I wanna find
a friggin' treasure,

not be lost in the swamp
with you!

[ Electronic Modulating ]

What is that?
What is that?
Is that it?

[ Modulating Continues ]
I don't know.

Whatever it is,
it's really big.

And it's exactly
where the coordinates
say it is.

[ Grunts ]

[ Shovel Clanks ]

I think I found something.

[ Both Panting ]

Jim.
I know.

That's, like,
millions of dollars in there.

Hundreds of millions.

[ Callie ]
What do you want to do with it?

What do you mean?

- I mean what do we do with it?
- Well--

We could do
anything we want.

- No more chasing bad guys.
- No more double shifts.

- No more alarm clock.
- Wait-- You wake up
to an alarm clock?

-Oh, you know, when I'm trying
to get up early for a tee time.
-[ Laughs ]

Course, uh,

if we don't give this
to the proper authorities,

we will actually be
the bad guys.

Could you live with that?

[ Gun Cocks ]
Too bad you're never
gonna find out.

Friends of yours?

Suspects, actually.

That's Johnny's partner.
That's a Spanish lawyer.

They killed Johnny
for the treasure.

[ Ellison ]
Only we didn't know
where it was...

till you found it for us.

Thanks for that.

Now dig out
the other chests
and bring 'em up.

You let them follow you?

Well, no, I didn't
let them follow me.
You know what?

I probably would have realized
they were following me...

if it wasn't for your
incessant bitching.

Oh, my God.
That is such a guy thing.

You know,
it's everybody else's fault.

Everyone else's fault?

So maybe it's my fault
that your husband's
in prison,

and you have to raise
your child alone. Boo-hoo.

Oh, my God. You know what?

Maybe it's my fault...

that you don't get the hint
that this is never
gonna happen.

- Really?
- I hate you!

- I hate you!
- I hate you more!

[ Both Grunt ]

[ Grunting, Groaning ]

[ Panting ]
Thanks.

Yeah. Like I had a choice.

[ Manus ] For now,
the treasure from the shipwreck
of the Magdalena...

is evidence in a murder trial.

Now, where it goes after that
is up to the courts.

In the meantime, the F.D.L.E.
will be working with
additional state security...

to ensure the safety
of these priceless items
as we close--

You should be up there--
Let the world know who the real
treasure hunter is.

I am no treasure hunter.

I'm just a cop
solving a crime.

Oh, please.
[ Chuckles ]

Mr. Humble all of a sudden?

But tell me.

Weren't you just
the slightest bit tempted...

to keep the gold
for yourself?

Never even crossed my mind.
[ Door Opens ]

You liar.
[ Laughs ]

Thought I'd get
one last look
before it disappears...

into the legal system.

[ Jim ]
Yeah, I hear that.

We could have died
out there, Jim.

But we didn't.
We got out of there.

Yeah, but we could have.

It made me realize
that life is too short.
Callie--

I'm gonna talk with Ray.

I don't wanna
be with someone
who lets his family down.

I wanna be with someone
who I can count on,

who loves my son and...
waits for me,

and listens, and...

is my friend
even when that is not easy.

And I don't wanna stop myself
from the way I feel...

when I see you.

Or feel like
I'm doing something wrong.

And even though
I have no idea where
I'm going with this,

I know I have
to be honest
with my husband...

and with myself,

so I'm gonna ask Ray
for a divorce.

Okay.

Okay.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Door Closes ]