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Stop where you are!

Stop running!

Stop!

Police!

Stop! Police!

Stop now!

Police!

Ah!

Put it down. Drop it.

Put it down!

US Navy?

Someone's a long way from home.

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Oh, really? Is that the best you got?

Oh, you wanna tangle with me?

Have that!

Hmm. Rising blood pressure.

Increased emotional insecurity.

He's online shopping again.

And for a very old water pistol.

It's a water cannon, Evie.

Whoa. That was the blaster
back in the day!

Yes!

Mint-condition Soakmaster 900.

- Ooh-hoo!
- Supermax.

Which is where you'll end up
if you ever shoot anyone with it.

It's the embodiment

of everything the '90s stood for, Evie.

It's trampolines without safety nets.

It's bikes without helmets.

It's when kids could be kids.

And traumatic brain injuries
were a rite of passage.

Well...

I think my neighbor had one of those.

Oh, traumatic brain injury?

Soakmaster 900.

He did 10 years in San Quentin
for robbing Taco Bell with it.

Wait.

Didn't they ban them
for making kids blind?

Well, those stories were overblown.

Anyway, it's not for me, it's for Jack.

What, your 12-year-old son, Jack?

Yeah.

Are you sure that's a good idea, Sarge?

I'm sorry, did I miss the time

when both of you guys became parents?

Going, going...

..gone!

- Oh, along with your sanity.
- Ooh!

930 bucks for that?!

Yeah, plus 29.99 for express delivery.

We've got a delivery of our own.

Chief Petty Officer
in State Police custody.

Evidence to follow.

You're with me, water boy.

All right.

Detective Pickering.

Sergeant Dempsey. AFP.

Special Agent Mackey. NCIS.

Believe you've got
a Chief Petty Officer?

That's right. Covered in blood.

- So he's wounded?
- Not a scratch.

So whose blood is it?

We're short a victim
and the crime scene.

All we've got is some document
that he was intent on burning.

And that's been sent to us.

It hasn't, as a matter of fact.
NCIS is here as a courtesy.

Your guy assaulted a state cop.

It's a black eye, not a broken leg.

Maybe. But my wife just booked
a $1,500 family photo sesh.

Two words, 'non-refundable'.

One word. It's hyphenated.

Ignore Special Agent Spellcheck
over here.

How about I go have a chat with him?

See what we're dealing with.

Yeah.

Good luck with that.

Cryptological warfare. Group 6.

Fort Meade, Maryland.

What does that make you, Joel?

Codebreaker?

Whose blood is it, Joel?

How about that document
that you set on fire?

You went to a lot of trouble
to destroy that, huh?

He's not gonna talk.

He doesn't need to.

My partner is an expert
in non-verbal communication.

We call him the human polygraph.

In fact, it's... basic training

for all NCIS agents and their partners.

Are you reading me now?

Yeah.

You're a real page-turner.

Get everything you need?

Oh, yeah.

The eye-blocking,
fluctuations in blink rate.

- Kid's an open book.
- Which means?

Well, given his line of work...

There could be national
security implications.

It might be sensitive
to US military interests.

Yeah, maybe we hold off
on the assault charge.

Maybe take this guy down
with something bigger.

How about we take him into custody?

Might even be a little
joint collar in it.

You keep me looped in.

And you send us that document.

Any of that true, by the way?

- Not a word.
- Hmm.

I've analyzed
the document they sent through.

Cotton canvas with a heavy wax coat.

Moistureproof, greaseproof.

It's why it didn't burn very well.

Oh, well enough.

Not for the latest
in infrared photography.

So by drawing on the differences

between the absorptive, reflective

and transmissive properties
of the material,

I can recover what was once lost.

- A map?
- Half a map.

Half a coded map.

So this sent me on a deep dive

into cryptography forums,

looking for similar iconography,

ciphers and encryption keys.

And that is when Bluebird became...

..Cluebird.

- Nice.
- Thank you.

So the same code

was used by Japanese forces

during World War II

on their recovery maps.

A recovery map? To recover what?

So this isn't just any map.

Correctamundo.

This is a treasure map.

- Same tune?
- Sound of silence.

Oh. I lost my virginity to that album.

Sure you were doing it right, Doc?

What have you got for us, Rosie?

I had a look at
the blood on Corbel's shirt.

That bloodstain pattern
is arterial spray.

How much blood loss are we talking?

Well, without immediate
medical assistance,

it would be fatal.

Police were responding to shots.

We've checked hospitals.
No gunshot victims.

Then I'd say it's murder.

Are we really saying

Corbel killed someone
over a treasure map?

Okay, the code and style of the map

is similar to recovery maps

for the fabled Yamashita's gold.

It's war loot believed
to be stolen by the Japanese

during World War II.

General Yamashita
ordered it to be hidden

in secret vaults
all over the Philippines.

It's rumored to be in the billions.

So it's suddenly El Dorado?

No, it's history.

And history is simply
a set of lies agreed upon.

Who said that, Tupac?

Close. Napoleon.

Means I keep an open mind.

Or in this case, an open wallet.

List of registered bidders

at a deceased estate auction
two days ago.

This had the most interest.

Private papers from
the deceased's father.

A diplomat stationed
in the Philippines in the '70s.

Philippines. I'm detecting a theme.

Ah. Rumor around Treasure Town
was that inside this was that.

Okay, so Navy codebreaker
buys an encoded map at auction.

Negative. It was stolen
before it went to auction.

I'm still combing through the bidders.

Do we know why Joel is in-country?

Probably to see his dad.

Erik Corbel.

Ex-Green Beret.

Ran a string of
security consulting firms

back in the early 2000s.

Look out. Dad's an operator.

Until he retired
to Queensland's Sunshine Coast.

Flew into Sydney three days ago.

- So let's talk to him.
- Need to find him first.

Local LEOs found
his rental car abandoned.

No cell or credit card activity
since just before Joel's arrest.

Joel have any other family?

A wife back in Maryland. Nicole.

Oh, my God!

One of the registered bidders was...

Wait for it.

Vinnie Reeves.

- No.
- Seriously?

Vinnie Reeves. Host of Fortune Tracker.

Fortune Tracker?

Oh, come on.

I'm Vinnie Reeves.

Join me as I track down
mankind's greatest fortunes,

from shipwrecks in the Pacific Ocean

to tomb-raiding in the caves
of South America.

I'm not just hunting treasure.

I'm hunting history.

Welcome to Fortune Tracker.

Don't need a map to know
where his treasure's buried.

Now, that's a well-packed lunch.

No way that's real.

- We should find out.
- What?

Wha... About the map.

- Obviously.
- Hmm.

Vinnie can tell us. It goes to motive.

- Go.
- Yes!

We'll take Joel's wife.

And, uh, D,

it's more scared of you
than you are of it.

Come on, Jackson.

This is insane.

Joel flew out to see his dad. That's it.

I don't know anything
about a treasure map.

His dad being Erik Corbel?

Erik reached out about a month
back after his diagnosis.

Lung cancer. Stage III.

He wanted to make things right
with Joel before he died.

I told Joel not to go. I warned him.

About what?

That he's never gonna get
what he wants from Erik.

Which is?

A father who loves him.

Who actually wants to be in his life.

But do you think Joel listened?

When it comes to his dad,
Joel won't listen to anyone.

Erik says, "Jump."
Joel says, "How high?"

Do you think Erik could have gotten

Joel mixed up in something?

Joel is a good man.
He's gonna be a great dad.

But I'm due in a month and
I don't wanna do this alone.

So you started as
a marine archaeologist?

- That's so cool.
- Yeah, I guess it is.

When was your first proper dive?

A war wreck in a hundred feet
of shark-infested waters

off Western Australia.

Whoa. That sounds dangerous.

All the best things always are,

because I'm not just hunting treasure...

You're hunting history. Yeah, got it.

History that makes you rich.

All my clients are the ones
that make bank, not me.

No, my money came from
putting everything on TV.

- Oh, so you're a purist?
- Well, that.

And I really like pirate movies.

I'm guessing this is about
the map. I heard it was stolen.

What can you tell us about it?

Only that I was prepared
to pay a lot of money for it.

Why is that?

Because of where it leads.

Years ago in the Philippines,

an Aussie diplomat gets wind of
a hidden vault outside Baguio.

Now, eventually he finds it.

And when he cracks that baby open,

crate upon crate of gold bars

stashed by General Yamashita himself.

And the diplomat smuggled it here?

For his two children to inherit,

except they hated each other's guts.

So he buries the gold,
draws up a map, tears it in two.

Each sibling gets one half.

And if they wanted their inheritance,

they'd have to set
their differences aside.

And they never could.

So to this day,

the gold is still buried
somewhere in Australia.

Find two halves, you could be
rich beyond your wildest dreams.

You actually think that's real?

I think it's very real.

How come you never did
an episode about this?

Well, my show was canceled
before I could.

- Bad ratings?
- Creative differences.

You still got all your research?

Yeah, I do.

Yes!

Yes.

Oh, you're kidding me.

Oof! Nice piece of kit.

Yeah, except the pump's broken.

Well, I can have a look if you
like. See if I can fix her up.

- Really?
- Yeah, for sure.

Might even add some bells
and whistles while I'm at it.

Oh, mate. I owe you one.

Yeah, don't mention it.

I've been riding the '90s
resurgence myself actually.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

I just dropped 700
on this guy over here.

Have a look at this.

Dude!

Blue's got something
if you're not too busy.

No. I'm not busy. No. Here.

What's up?

Is something going on with Jack?

A $900 Soakmaster?

Yeah, look, you know, Bec and I

were doing the whole
50/50 thing with Jack,

but, um, yeah, with our long hours,

it just made more sense for him

to move in full-time with his mum.

So I'm just, you know, seeing
him every second weekend now.

So it's good.

Let me know if I can help.

Yeah.

Yeah, it was just, you know,
a little something to help him

with the whole transition, you know?

Okay. Oh.

Third time's charming.

I'm gonna clean this up.

Whaddya got?

Besides a serious case of gold fever?

Can you guys believe
we're on a treasure hunt?

Not a treasure hunt.
It's a potential homicide.

Right.

DNA's pending, but I was able to...

..get a match
on the victim's blood type.

Type O. Same as Erik's,
per his service records.

Blood could be Erik's.

Joel spent his life
seeking Dad's approval.

Maybe this was one rejection too many.

- You think Joel killed his dad?
- I think it's a possibility.

What else you got, Blue?

Let's start with Joel Corbel's kicks.

Never judge a man until your
walk a mile in his moccasins.

Yes, or as I prefer,

until you remove oxidized filings

from the soles of his moccasins

and run that through
a mass spectrometer.

- Catchy.
- Hmm.

So the filings were from
a hot-rolled alloy steel,

with a carbon weight
and manganese content

consistent with...

Sorry.

- Railway tracks?
- Very old railway tracks.

So the grade of the steel is 842

and anything lower than 1084
is decades old.

Where are you going with this?

All aboard the old Franchetti Railyard.

Unused since 1952

and only a kilometer away
from where Joel was arrested.

- Nice work, Blue.
- Hmm.

Oi, Macka.

Look like blood to you?

Federal agents.
Come out with your hands up!

Okay, don't shoot.

I'm coming out.

Pickering, what are you doing here?

My job.

Beat cops arrested a couple of kids here

last night for vandalism.

Said they saw a man leaving
the scene covered in blood.

And that's relevant to you because...

Because it might have something
to do with the assault.

Except it's no longer just an assault.

It's murder.

End of the line for this guy.
Am I right, Doc?

Where we at?

Victim is Kenji Takahata.

- 33.
- Australian citizen?

Japanese.

He entered the country three
days ago with his wife, Yumi.

- Holiday gone wrong?
- I don't think so.

Kenji was another
registered bidder for the map.

Well, we've got multiple gunshot wounds.

Two to the shoulder and one
straight through the chest.

That's the likely kill shot.

Got a shoe print. Timberlands.

Joel wore Chucks.

So someone else was here?

Maybe it was Joel's dad, Erik?

No shell casings either.

Shooter must have policed his brass.

Or used a revolver.

Any reason you're still here?

Well, just that this is now a homicide.

And last I checked, homicide
is a State Police matter.

Unless it involves a US Navy sailor.

Then it's NCIS every day of
the week and twice on Sunday.

Mackey.

That won't be a problem, ma'am.

I understand.

- "Reciprocal investigation"?
- Oh, yeah.

When we sent the request
through to your ambassador,

there was no mention of
any national security concerns.

So even with an extended
detention warrant,

you can only hold Corbel
for another four hours.

Keep me posted.

Every day of the week
and twice on Sunday.

Still hasn't asked for a lawyer?

No. Funny that.

So, Joel, you don't want to talk

but you're not asking for a lawyer.

You know what that says to me?

It says you're not trying
to protect yourself,

you're trying to protect someone else.

Someone like your dad because
you know he's a murderer.

He's... he's not.

So it was you, then?

I wasn't even there.

My dad told me to wait
around the corner.

With the map?

Yeah. Uh...

When I heard the shots,
I thought Dad was in trouble.

I ran to help. By the time
I got there, he'd gone.

And that guy... I...

I mean, he was... he was bleeding out.

And I tried to help him
but, you know, I... I couldn't.

Do you know where your dad went?

No.

All he said was that,

"If something happens, burn the map."

Look, my dad is dying.

So... when he pitched me

this crazy treasure hunt,
I said, "Sure."

I thought it'd be the last time
we'd see each other.

Is that what your dad wanted?
To see you?

Or to use your codebreaking
skills to get himself the gold?

So did you crack the map for him?

Where's your dad going, Joel?

I'm... I'm done talking.

I'm sorry. It's just...

Kenji was with me yesterday.

We meant to have dinner,

and I waited at the bar but he...

Take your time, Ms. Takahata.

This trip was supposed to be
a chance for us to reset.

We haven't been away together for years.

But he was still working?

Kenji was always working.

I used to joke it would kill him.

Have you ever seen these men?

Only him.

Kenji met him in the lobby two days ago.

Do you know what it was about?

We believe Kenji might have come here

to purchase a map.

- What map?
- It was part of an auction.

It was believed to contain
the whereabouts of hidden gold.

Gold was an obsession of his.

Kenji made good money
but it was never enough.

Greed is a horrible sin.

He had a map of his own.

Well, half a map.

I can show you.

Sorry, I don't understand.

He always kept it here.

Don't move!

Oh, yes!

I added a scope with laser sight

and two spare cartridges
for extra water storage.

Yes, this is perfect, mate.

Really?

You're not gonna add any grip paneling?

The water will make it slippery.

How did it go with the CCTV?

Well, Yumi's alibi checks out.

She was at the lobby bar
at the time of death.

The footage also confirms
Erik and Kenji's meeting.

I'm so, so sorry.

I tried holding off going to the toilet

but then an hour turned into two

and I thought I could nip off
for a minute,

but then if that's the moment
you decide to come back...

And that is completely irrelevant.

So what's so important, Blue?

Uh, rifling from the bullets
found inside Kenji's body.

They match to
a Smith & Wesson Victory model,

.38 special with a 2-inch barrel.

Old piece. World War II era?

Yes. And rare.

- Prints?
- Uh...

A partial found on Kenji's wallet.

I still need to restore it to get an ID.

However, I did find gunshot
residue inside Kenji's pockets.

Secondary transfer?

Shooter might have been
looking for something.

Kenji's half of the map?

Could be what Erik and Kenji's
meeting was about.

Put the two halves together,
split the gold.

Or even better,

Erik kills Kenji
and keeps it all for himself.

Hmm.

Joel knows more,

but he'd rather sacrifice
himself than his dad.

So let's find something
he's not willing to sacrifice.

Your wife's worried
you're making a mistake.

You know accessory to murder
carries 25 years?

Maybe you'll get out in time

to watch your daughter graduate college?

Maybe.

Where's your dad, Joel?

Do you have kids?

A son, yeah.

You always, uh, been there for him?

It's not about me, Joel.

Help me help you.

You've seen the map, right?

Mm-hm.

Bottom left.

It's a cipher.

It was the first thing
my dad asked me to crack.

Did you?

This is all from memory?

Photographic memory. Eidetic,
if you wanna get technical.

It's a Caesar shift cipher.

Each letter is replaced
by another letter,

fixed number of positions
down the alphabet.

Clockface is the key.

What the hell's Foxbury?

Last of the six properties

still in the diplomat's name.

Doesn't look like anyone's
been here for years.

Are you sure about that?

Guns on the floor.

We're federal agents.

I know. Guns on the floor.

Slide them to me.

It's okay, Jim.

Slide them to me.

Now back up.

- What do you want?
- What everyone wants.

The diplomat's treasure.

But to get to that, you need
the key that's in this room.

And that's a two-person job.

See the painting?

Those fingers are pointing
to those wooden switches.

You're gonna press them down
at the same time.

You, other side of the cabinet. Move!

You ready?

One. Two.

Three.

Move.

A day late and a dollar short.

Erik Corbel, you're under arrest

for the murder of Kenji Takahata.

I didn't kill Kenji.

Whoever stole that key,
that's your killer.

Just as I thought. It's not loaded.

Of course it's not.
I'm one of the good guys.

Yes, I had one half of the map.
Kenji had the other.

We were gonna find the gold
and split it.

- Until you killed him.
- I didn't kill him.

We both came under fire.

I... I never saw the shooter. I ran!

Leaving your son behind?

Joel's Navy. He can handle himself.

- Right.
- And the map.

You stole it from
the auction house, right?

Well, I was up against deep pockets.

Call it... leveling the playing field.

What sort of deep pockets?

The kind who kill to get what they want.

Meaning the gold?

Black gold.

Unaccounted for and untraceable.

Circling the world completely off book.

Estimated to be in the trillions.

And some of the bidders were
these types of people?

Well, Kenji for one.

He was part of the Black Falcon Group.

Until he decided to work with me.

My best guess is they found out
and they killed him.

Who are the Black Falcon Group?

A secret organization set up
after World War II.

They specialize in theft
and recovery of war loot.

Black gold, mainly.

They're well resourced
and extremely dangerous.

And you exposed your son to that?

I did it for my son.

The gold is for him.

For his family.

I'm dying, Sergeant.

What am I gonna do with a bunch of gold?

Except you aren't dying, are you?

Stage III lung cancer and
I haven't heard you cough once.

We tested your meds.

Low-dose aspirin.

Barely stop a headache.

I'd like to speak to my son.

Go right ahead.

He's been watching the whole time.

Joel...

We have to hand you over
to the State cops.

I'm sorry about your dad.

You know...

..I really thought
this time would be different.

Oh, yeah? How'd you figure that?

It sounds stupid, but...

..I keep going back to this camping trip

we took when I was 10.

Way out in the backwoods of Montana.

There was no one around.

Just the two of us.

It was the last time that we, uh...

..that we really spent time together.

You know, you asked me if, um...

..if I'd always been there for my son.

And, um...

..you know, I wasn't there
for him when...

..he needed me the most.

And... there is...

..nothing worse than that.

So you be there for
your daughter, Joel, okay?

Don't miss a second of it.

All right?

Get this over with?

It's riveting, isn't it?

What is it?

An isotropic partial
differential equation

for image in-painting.

Huh. That.

It's kinda like...

..like a super-duper version
of fill-in-the-blanks.

I'm using it to reconstruct

the partial print
left on Kenji's wallet.

Why does this taste like shoe?

Is that Vinnie's research?

Yeah.

There are several references
to the Black Falcon Group.

- As Erik says.
- Mmm.

Says they specialize in
marine and mineral exploration.

Wow, that's a good cover for...
treasure recovery operations.

Mm-hm.

Hey!

Yumi Takahata.

It's not unexpected.

I mean, wifey's prints
all over hubby's wallet

isn't exactly a crime.

Hang on, it's got another match.

Yumi Hirano.

"Yumi Hirano is a person of interest

"in multiple Interpol investigations

"for desecration of ancient
cultural sites and looting."

Yumi Hirano is
Yumi Takahata's real name.

And she's a major shareholder
in the Black Falcon Group.

Yumi isn't Kenji's wife.
She's his business partner.

Yumi's after the treasure too.

So it's Jack's first time
spearfishing, right?

I've got the spear
and he's got the bloody fish bag

wrapped around his little leg.

So we get back to shore and this
guy comes up and he's, like,

"Where'd you get all the fish?"

'Cause it turns out
we've been spearfishing

in a well-known shark breeding ground.

How's that for
Father of the Year, right?

- Get outta the car!
- Get your hands up!

Get 'em up, get 'em up!

Get your hands up! Get 'em up!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Hands on the wheel.

You follow, you die.

Are you sure it was Yumi?

- Yeah, positive.
- I don't get it.

We have the other half
of the map, not Joel.

Joel has a photographic memory.

Joel is the other half of the map.

So they use him to find
the gold. Then what?

His usefulness expires.

So does he.

So, how do we find them?

We find the gold.

The diplomat returned to Australia

August 1st, 1975.

He sent this letter to
his children three months later.

He refers to the gold
having just been buried.

In that window, he was
involved in several companies.

Including Edenbank Psychiatric Hospital.

Has a tunnel system underneath
similar to the map.

Is there any way to compare the
tunnel schematics to the map?

I thought you'd never ask.

It doesn't match.

But... fear not.

- See that 'G' symbol?
- It's backwards.

Bongo!

That's where they're taking Joel.

- Well...
- You two stay here.

Trigger already checked Yumi's alibi.

We know she didn't kill Kenji.

But she may have given the order.

- Find me the killer.
- Okay... stop! Sorry.

Just a small, microbial-size, problem.

The, um, tunnel system

partially collapsed a few years ago,

making the map pretty much useless.

You could just make a new map.

How we looking, Trigger?

We got eyes?

Corner is clear.

Take a right and then
after 40 meters, dig left.

What operations have
Black Falcon run in Australia?

Mainly wrecks.

Uh, Bass Strait, Coral Sea.
A ton off the west coast.

Where on the west coast?

Mario Kart, eat my shorts.

Glad you're having fun, Trigger.

But we need eyes on that corner, mate.

Fun's over.

Five bogeys. 25 meters.

Joel!

Hurry!

He's on the move!

- I'll go right.
- Yeah.

Hah!

Stay back!

I'll kill him!

I mean it.

Put the gun down!

Joel! You okay?

Weapons down now.

You good?

Never better.

Found this on Yumi.

The other half of the map.

This must be the fulcrum point.

All measurements emanate from here.

It's not too far from here.

The treasure's gone.

So who has it?

I think I might know who.

Ready to go, Vinnie.

Hey! You going somewhere, Vinnie?

We just, uh, rewatched the first
episode of Fortune Tracker.

The one about your first recovery.

War wreck off Western Australia.

Yeah, a lot of World War II artifacts.

Including a Smith & Wesson
Victory Model .38.

Same weapon used to kill Kenji.

Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo!

He's not coming, is he?

Told Joel the State cops
are taking you into custody.

If he wanted to see you, he'd be here.

You know, uh...

..there was this trip
that Joel and I took

when he was young.

A camping trip in Montana.

Three days.

Just the two of us.

I don't think I've ever been happier.

Think you and I both agree
you don't deserve this.

Don't screw it up, yeah?

I've been screwing up for so long

I wouldn't even know where to begin.

Begin by telling him that story.

Hey, bud.

Glad you made it.

Let's go.

So you dropped the assault charge?

Yeah. Well, you know,

after the high-profile arrests
we just made,

the assault must have got lost
in the mix.

Your eye's clearing up, Detective.

Might make that family photo after all.

So the mods are done!

Got an 8-pack of batteries
running through a solenoid,

which powers a pneumatic piston.

Works in tandem with
the nitrogen cylinder,

eliminating the need to pump.

It runs at about 120 k's per hour now.

More than enough to take off
a few layers of skin.

Are you insane?
I can't give this to Jack!

This was for Jack?
You can't give this to him.

- Are you insane?
- I'm glad we're in agreement.

Still, it's a heck of a squirt gun.

You wanna take it for a spin?

Uh, no, I'll catch ya.

Just gotta make a call.

Hey, Bec. It's me.

No, no, no. Nothing. I just, uh...

Just want to speak to Jack.

Hey, how's school?

- Ahh!
- Ooh...

Ooh.

That is gonna leave a mark.

Oh, whoa! Yeah!

It's got a bit of kick.