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Hey, Dad.

Hey. Thought you had the night off.

No, I picked up Jenny's shift.

- What about your ecology final?
- Don't worry.

I know my mollusks from my mullaways.
I'll be fine.

- Bree.
- I know, but I'm not gonna make tuition

if I don't pick up extra shifts.

You looking for these?

You know me too well.

Listen.

We're not gonna have to worry
about money much longer.

Okay. Sure, Dad.

Be safe.

Beautiful.

Ah! Thanks.

Uh, but can we take it back a sec?

I just want to hit that chorus again.

I'd love to, honey, but your time's up.

You want to book a third hour,
it's gonna be cash up front.

Um, you know what?

I nailed the chorus.

Let's hope this guy
evolves more in prison

than he did in the wild.

That's three cases in one week.

Ooh!
Rosilla has never been so Rosilicious!

I wouldn't go that far.

Oh, come on,
I saw you skip into the precinct.

That wasn't skipping.

Ah!
There was a skip and a hop and a jump.

Not in that order.

So it's a hat trick. What do you say?

Milkshakes later at Magic City?

Ooh,
you keep closing cases at this rate,

Mama's gonna need new pants
to go with that milkshake.

And I hope Mama's not
suggesting drinks at Off Limits

because even my lab is
more alive than your bar.

It's got... personality.

It's got mildew. There's mildew all
over the place. There's no mildew.

I think we should make Off Limits...
off limits.

Okay. Yeah.

It's time for a new hang.

It's time for a new ha-a-a-ng.

Of course, yes.

Guys, huddle up. We got a situation.

Okay, uh...

Sophie is coming here,
and she's spending the day.

Oh, it's Take Your Daughter to Work Day.

- Sneaks up on me every year.
- No.

Soph just started Field
Training at the Academy,

and she put in a request...

To observe Captain Hornstock.

Wait. You didn't tell her
about the whole demotion thing?

Villa, how could I? She looks up to me.

I'm her hero.

So not another word
from either one of you

about her old man being
back on the bottom, okay?

Ira, have Feldheim run the
coffee mugs for prints.

I want to get to the bottom
of who is and isn't washing.

You guys are back.

Perfect timing.

We have a dead scuba
diver down in South Beach.

I want you to check it out.

Sounds accidental.
Why would Homicide be involved?

Unusual circumstances.

Dispatch is still gathering details.

- You got it.
- We're on it.

Oh, uh,
make sure you get witness statements.

This is awful. I need a moment.

PartyOver.

Can I have that bag for a second?

MyAss.

Detective, got a minute?

Looked like things were
heating up back there.

And who are you?

Karl Benson, uh, Florida Coastal Patrol.

Oh, well, thanks for bringing in the
body, but we'll take it from here.

I know cops think we're
glorified lifeguards,

but Coastal Patrol does a little more

than just fish people out of the ocean.

If you want to swap stories sometime,

I could take you out on the water.

I'll get back to you on that.

So, is this a diving accident?

Eyes are normal.

If he had come up too fast,
I'd see petechaie.

Capillaries ruptured due
to the air bubbles inside.

There's plenty of air left in that tank,

and lack of visible major trauma

suggests that he wasn't
run over by a boat.

Not sure what the marks are on his face.

Hey, I think I've seen this guy before.

Maybe towed his boat in.

Do you have a name for us?

Sorry.

A lot of guys like
this out on the water.

No sign of his boat, either.
You don't think this was an accident?

Accidents don't cause...

handprints.

Hey, is the gas cell IR prepped?

Mm-hmm. Are you sexting?

No!
I think I know a photo of a naked woman

when I see one, Tara.

Let's not make this about me.
What are you doing?

I may have...

like, met a few girls online, okay?

That's exciting!

But it's, like,
too many 'cause they won't stop texting.

Yeah, I can't say that I
know what that feels like.

I don't know what I'm doing.

Pippy was my first everything,
like, with a girl.

Yeah. So I'm, like, not ready to date.

I'm definitely not ready to, uh... sext.

I didn't even know girls did this.

- Me neither.
- One sent me a pic.

Honestly, I don't know what
body part I'm looking at.

Think it's a flexural hinge joint.

Oh. Wait.

No, it's not... That's not...

- That's not... that's not not an elbow.
- Wait. What is that?

No, I don't think it's an elbow.

I want to test the alveolar
air in our vic's bronchioles

when he arrives.

- Got it.
- Okay.

And I have some news.

There's gonna be a change here.

What kind of change?

Hey, y'all!

I'm back!

I'm guessing that's your news.

But please, let's not dissect it.

Listen, all tox, no talk, okay?

- Yeah?
- Got it. Hi!

- Hey, baby.
- Hey, Mom.

This is wonderful.

Nobody get too excited.
Pipp's only here temporarily.

She's gonna make some money

so she can get back to recording.

Recording ain't cheap,

and Pippy's burning through
her savings fast, so...

Well,
your return is reason for celebration.

It's been too long
since we shared a meal.

We're not just co-workers, we're family!

Dinner Sunday night. I'm cooking.

Now, I like the sound of that.

Good, 'cause it's gonna be at
your house so you can't be late.

Ooh, snap!

Oh, snap your butt downstairs,
get to work.

Whatever you want, boss.

You know,
it's good to have you back, too.

Oh, son, I never left.

Well, you know, with the whole
Gerald thing and everything.

You sure you're okay?

Well, you took a look at his case file.

You visited him in prison.

If you still think that he
really murdered those girls,

then... what more is there to say?

I sampled venous, arterial,
and ventricular blood.

All negative for common medications

and their metabolites.

Carboxyhemoglobin levels were normal.

Only odd thing was pleural fluid.

I mean, there's no way in hell
that this was a dive gone wrong.

What? Am I rusty?

Not at all.

Glad to have you back.

Cuts along the esophagus.

Need to get a look at the stomach.

Those abrasions on his neck...
They're fresh.

Looks like he got in a fight
right before he was killed.

And based on decomp,

I'd say that he died
in the last 36 hours.

Run the pleural fluid
through the RAPIDPoint 500.

Bruising around his neck
and water in his lungs?

That's weird.

So was he drowned or strangled?

- Both.
- Both.

But without markers,

it's gonna be pretty tough to
figure out who this guy was,

let alone why he was killed.

My guess is it had something to do...

With this.

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- He swallowed it?
- Yep.

I think our victim
needed to hide it fast,

and he didn't have any
place other than himself.

There's only two ways in.

I think we can all agree
he chose the right one.

Well, I've seen a situation

- where a guy has to go the other way.
- Got an ID.

Vic's daughter filed a
Missing Persons Report

12 hours ago for David Benjamin Jones,
45.

They share an address in Hialeah.

To understand this murder,
we need to know more about this gem.

Which is why I have
a Forensic Gemologist

setting up next door.

Professor Pebbles there

boated down from West Palm this morning.

He insisted we put him
up at The Crescent.

Five Star joint on the EMPD's dime,

so the guy better deliver.

Looks like he's moving in here.

His refractometer's top-notch.

You got a pet rock
collection or something?

Four ex-wives, four diamonds.

Let's just say I know a thing
or two about picking out gems.

Why don't you guys go
see what the daughter knows?

All right, we'll make sure

that, uh,
he does more than rearrange furniture.

He's dead, isn't he?

First it was just a snorkel.

And then it was a tank.

Before long,
the sea became my dad's whole life.

He called me his True North.

He always told me that I
was the one guiding him,

but I think he was lost.

He was always searching.

What was he searching for?

La Mujer de la Fortuna.

- The woman of fortune?
- Not a woman.

A ship.

He said there was treasure on board.

The Queen Caterina Emeralds.

He told me that he was
gonna find them for me,

but I think he was just
trying to cheer me up.

These are interesting. What are they?

His diving maps.

They don't look like Florida.

My father was a very paranoid man.

He wrote all of his maps in code.

Not even I know where he was searching.

Did he ever find any treasure?

Would we be living here if he did?

How long have these been coming in?

A few months.

My father dove where
his instincts told him.

When you don't care
about salvage rights,

you're bound to step on a few toes.

That's Lucy.

My dad loved her.

Moorish Idols can be very demanding.

Highly sensitive to temperature, pH, SG.

Is this really happening?

Between school and my work,

I don't know what I'm gonna do with her.

Oh, this is so happening right now.

I've analyzed the marks on Dave's face.

Definitely some allergic
response to something.

Not sure from what yet.

I'm still trying to match
diatoms to coastal maps

and see if I can narrow down where
in the ocean this guy drowned.

We better, or no one's
getting off for Sunday dinner.

You guys really
think we're gonna finally meet

my mom's "friend" Gerald?

I don't think he gets out much.

Well,
I heard that it didn't work out anyway.

- Oh?
- Daytona is very far away.

So far.

W-What happened?

Gerald's...

too guarded.

Huh.

Hello, little fishie.

Uh, what are you doing?

Well, Moorish Idols prefer
temps 78 to 84 Fahrenheit,

pH 8.2 to 8.6, don't ya?

Okay, look.

Um, I know that Rosie asked
us to watch over the fish,

keep him alive,

but he's also counting on us to
solve this murder case, so...

Yeah, but Lucy's going
through a lot right now, okay?

And she needs our support,
or she's gonna die.

What?

She's all alone.

She just lost the most
important person in her life.

And she's... She's trying to move on,

you know, but it's all very confusing.

Look... at... you.

I assume before we write you a check,

you're gonna give us some
information about this thing?

See that green?

Haunting, isn't it?

Jagged three-phase inclusion.

Refractive index of 1.57.

_

_

I'm sorry.

I thought we were just taking
turns not speaking English.

Apologies, Captain.

But holding a gem like this in your hand

is like reaching back through time.

Villa spoke with the daughter.

Said her father was looking
for the Caterina Emeralds.

Really? That's quite ambitious.

In 1733, a Spanish ship was
on its way back from Colombia.

The story is that the
captain hid a chest

full of the most perfect
emeralds in the world on board.

Hoping to win the Queen's hand.

But the ship went down in a hurricane.

Eight years ago,
they found it 20 miles off Key Biscayne.

No emeralds on board,

and they weren't even
listed on any manifest.

Most experts believe this
entire story is just a myth.

So our vic was searching for shadows.

Well, this one is a Muzo emerald

from the Western Boyac�
Province of Colombia.

And any idea where he found that one?

I'll need to
run a few more tests.

Of course you do.

Hey, can I borrow this book?

Thanks.

Hey.

Dad! Oh, my God, this is so great.

Let me get that.
Let me throw my bag in your office.

No, um, I need your help. Really?

- Like on an investigation?
- Yep.

But first,
let's find you a place to read.

Okay. See this?

Come on, everybody loves a treasure
hunt. The pirates, the booty...

Don't say booty.

What d'you got against booty? Seriously.

Just I don't understand
searching your whole life

for something you'll
probably never find.

And why is no one in this
company wearing shoes?

I dig the vibe! It's open, it's free.

It's gonna be like our new hang.
Nautical.

- It's unsanitary.
- Nautical.

Hi. Detective, I'm Cody.

President of Silicon Shores.
I got your message.

You ever seen this diver before?

- Nope.
- That's funny.

Your company has been sending him

some very strongly worded letters.

Well,
you can talk to my lawyers if you want.

They send C&Ds to anyone
diving on one of our wrecks.

So he was muscling in on your territory,
huh?

You think some diver was a threat to us?

Well, let me show you something.

Now, I don't like possibilities,
Detective.

I like certainties.

Things I can hold in my hand.

Like this one

pulled from a 1789 shipwreck
off the coast of Cuba.

Nice!

See, in the 17th century alone,
hundreds of ships sank

after pillaging treasures
from the new world.

Divers like your friend go off a hunch.

An old map, a ship's log,
eyewitness accounts.

But we use Bayesian Theory
to use all historical data

and pinpoint high-probability
recovery areas.

Then you dive down and take it?

Not me. Nemo.

He's the most high-tech
treasure hunter ever designed.

Wireless site and scan.

Sonar. 5,000-meter range.

We've eliminated the risk,
guesswork, and the human error.

I like the color.

Can I take it for a spin?

If you guys are interested, we're
having a party for investors later.

Excuse me.
This is Detective Villa.

Bree.

Bree, slow down.

We're on our way.

When I came home, I found it like this.

I think someone's still in there.

Wait here. Wait here.

EMPD! Who the hell are you?

Billy?

Guy's name is Billy Blackmar.

In and out of jail for years.

Mostly bar fight, aggravated assault.

Used to dive with our vic.

Sounds like he's got a short fuse.

- That's why we left the cuffs on him.
- Don't worry.

We'll get him talking.

Just need to find his soft spot.

You're looking at a man
hardened by the sea.

He's a real treasure hunter.

He's not gonna be easy to break.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Oh, uh.

No, no, no,
I want first crack at this nut.

So, Billy...

why'd you break in?

I get it. I get it.

You don't... You don't respect a guy

who spends all day behind a desk, right?

I can tell you're warming up to me.

The peri-follicular bruising on his arms

suggests a lack of Vitamin C.

Possibly scurvy.

Or he's just been out in the sun.

I'm just saying the man hasn't
seen an orange in six months.

Looks like he's developing
a cataract in his left eye.

Yeah, so?

So I'd prescribe an eye
patch for him to offset it

so it doesn't get full-blown.

Yeah,
an eye patch will fix him up real nice.

Rosie, are you trying to build a pirate?

I'm not building one. He is one.

He's a treasure hunter.

- Yeah, that's what pirates do, Villa.
- No.

Bree told us that

you used to dive for
treasure with her father.

She said you two had a falling out.
Is that true?

Maybe we did.

Maybe we didn't.

Okay.

Were you looking for this?

Whoa!

Those cuffs bothering you?

What do you say you and I dance?

- Did he just ask him to dance?
- I believe he did.

You don't like to dance?

Well, then, why don't you
just show me how you did it?

- Did what?
- How you drowned him out in the water.

Did you use one hand like this?

Or did you use two hands?

Must be so hard,
all those days out on the water,

coming back empty-handed.

And then your partner goes off one day

and finds treasure without you.

So you come looking for it.
All you wanted was what was yours.

I get that. Your share.
But now he's dead.

And you're never, ever gonna get it.

Oh, thank you, Billy.

I needed that.

Dave was crazy!

And I was crazy to believe him!

That he could lead me to those emeralds.

He said we'd find them together!

And when he wouldn't give you
your share, you killed him.

No, man.

I wised up, okay?

I cleared out of there.

I heard he was going back out again

but somebody else was footing the bill.

- Who was footing the bill?
- I don't know.

Billy's right about the money.

I looked over Dave's financials.

He was making $5,000 cash
deposits every two weeks.

Maybe Dave pissed off
whoever was paying him.

Hey, Dad.

Hey. Yikes.

He's our suspect?

Yeah.

Who's the guy with him?

Hey. New recruit.

So how's the book going? Uh, well...

How are you?

I'd be better if I had a crime scene.

Is that too much to ask?

Victim's boat is just
floating out there,

along with all the other
evidence that could help us.

I meant how are you.

Ever since you and Villa got back,

the rest of us can hardly keep up.

Well, we're doing our thing.

Closing cases, catching killers.

Did she get what she needed in New York?

Closure with Eddie?

I think so. I don't know.

We just talk about work.

Because it's safe.

I know how I feel.

I'm not so sure about her.

Thanks for not telling
Pippy about Gerald.

She's got a lot on her mind right now.

New life, new career.

Look, I know you're worried that
Pippy burned through her savings.

I'm not really worried about her.

In fact, I'm proud of her.

She's all in.

One of the greatest gifts a
mother can give to her children

is the will to go after

the things they're passionate about.

What?

Dave's not just a treasure hunter.

He's a father.

This thing does that.

May I?

Sure.

Whoa.

And where did you learn that?

- My dad taught me.
- Who's your dad?

Captain Hornstock.

He has me in the basement
helping with the case.

So you're the new recruit, huh?

Yeah, something like that.

Maybe I'll tell my
dad to go easy on you.

Okay.

See you around.

Mm-hmm.

These all of them?

Yeah, every map my dad made.

Rosie, we had our guys look over these.

There's no rhyme or reason.

We've been using the wrong north.

It's not here. It's her.

Magnetic north changes, all right,

but True North is always the same.

And for your father, that was you, okay?

Every parent wants to leave
something behind for their kids.

Now, if he had found a treasure,
he would leave some type of way

for you to find where he was diving.

I told you already.

I don't... I don't know what it means.

Okay, think of... Think of numbers.

Think of places, things.

Anything just you two would know.

He used to take me out to Fowey Rock

every year for my birthday.

He insisted on it.

Okay, Fowey Rock. Fowey Rock.

So, if we use Fowey Rock as north...

They still don't make any sense.

Here's north, and...

Bingo.

"X" marks the spot.

- You had to say it, didn't you?
- Oh, I had to say it.

Wow.

We could've been here sooner

except a certain high-maintenance fish

needed its SG levels adjusted.

I can't be a cat lady,
so I decided to be a fish lady.

We just got to swab the inside and out

for DNA and trace evidence.

Full tox on all.

- You again.
- Me again.

I towed the boat here

because I heard the quickest
way to a detective's heart

is to give her a crime scene.

I heard Coastal Patrol
is very persistent.

And for the record,
we're still looking for evidence.

Yo, ho, yo, ho,
a pathologist's life for me.

Okay, okay, that's enough.

Is this what happens when you hang out

- with dead people all day?
- Aye.

Hey, guys, I found blood.

Run it through the PCR
amplifier and do a quick gel.

Last week,
I rescued a guy from Cleveland

who swam into a whole
bloom of jellyfish.

This would bring most men to tears.

Ooh. You should really cover that up.

The blood type doesn't match Dave.

Okay, but it's recent.

So it could tie our
suspect to our crime scene.

Good.

Because Hornstock just found
out who was paying Dave.

Ah, Rosie, we're talking $60 billion

in sunken treasures around the globe.

And with Nemo, we won't find some of it.

We'll find all of it.

Mmm-mmm. This is so good.

Almost as good as your returns.

Count me in.

Oh, Detective,
are you here to invest, too?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no,
I just came for this.

Yeah, we'll match that against
the blood that we found

- on our victim's boat.
- It'd be strange if you match

when you said you never met the man.

Is this about that diver?

Yeah, his name is Dave. But I think
you already knew that, didn't you?

See, Dave always made
deposits at the same ATM.

We figured he must've been paid nearby.

Good thing Caf� Maestro
has security cameras.

Check that out. Nice shirt.

I like that one, too.

All right, the party's over for you two.

Or we can take it back to the station.

Your investors won't mind

seeing you being walked out in cuffs,
will they?

Okay. Uh, Dave was helping us.

Helping you with what?

Nemo's...

battery life is worse than my cell.

Sinks like a rock, too.

I had to send one down just
to find the one I lost.

My probability maps are tip-top.

Mm.

It turns out the ocean is huge.

You needed desperate divers
to rescue your own ROVs.

Dave said he needed the
cash for his daughter.

He agreed to keep quiet.

So your investors wouldn't know
you'd never find any treasure.

Not true.

We might get lucky.

Excuse me.

You think he's admitting to
fraud to cover up killing Dave?

He's not my favorite guy,

but I don't think he's a murderer.

We got to get back to the water.

It's an Electronic Metals Tester.

I had it flown in from Tampa special.

Okay, listen up,
Professor Pebbles.

Sorry. Dr. Moreno.

But the captain's not gonna
spring for another hour

after how helpful you
were the first time.

This hour's on me.

But you may want to leave the room.

This instrument could give
off a little bit of radiation.

Not good if you're not used to it.

And what are you looking for now?

Something I think could help you.

I'll be right back.

When my son makes up his mind,
there's no arguing with him.

Just like his mother.

Look...

I really think it's
time for you to move on.

Gerald,
I need you to believe in yourself

as much as I do.

But my lawyer said
we've run out of money.

Donna, I really think
you've already done enough.

Look at you swimming around.

I got to go.

We got to talk about you and this fish.

You gonna be able to tear
yourself away for Sunday dinner?

Ms. D.,
that's really sweet of you to invite me,

and...
and I'm really glad that Pippy's back.

But we don't have to pretend
like everything's the same here.

You are part of this family, my darling.

There will always be a
place for you at my table.

I'll just have to I guess

check Lucy's pH balances before I go,
and...

'Cause Moorish Idols,

when they get irritated, they get bitey.

Can't have that.

She's demanding.

Where is she from?

Only places with very high
temperature and acidity.

India or South America.

Oh, my God.

Retest the water from Dave's lungs.

Absolutely. I was just thinking...

The water didn't look like it
was from the coast of Florida.

Yeah, which we thought was a mistake,

but it was actually totally accurate.

Someone drowned Dave at home,
not at sea.

The crime scene was in
front of us the whole time.

And the marks on Dave's face

were from Lucy fighting off his killer.

I knew I liked her.

Hey, the tox came back on the blood.

But no DNA match.

But get this... I found dimenhydrinate.

Super high concentration.

Are you telling me he
drowned in his own fish tank?

There was no sign of forced entry.

I'm thinking Dave knew his killer.

- What's all this?
- Credit-card statements.

I-I don't get it.

Dave was thrifty and
a creature of habit,

but the night before he died,

he dropped 200 bucks at
some seafood restaurant.

It's like he knew it was his last meal.

It was a meal he never ate.

An emerald was the only thing
that we found in Dave's stomach.

Then he paid for someone.

Rosie,
I think Dave had dinner with his killer

the night before he died.

Well,
the killer has some expensive taste.

You ever eaten at Fischer Restaurant?

They have amazing crab rolls.

They just moved right next
to the Crescent Hotel.

Five-star joint.

Professor Pebbles. Professor Pebbles.

Hey!

If you didn't want me here,
you should've just told me.

I do want you here.

Then why are you acting so weird?

And why am I down here
reading a book about rocks

by some whack job?

Look, I-I know the guy's a little off,
okay?

A little off?

He's obsessed with
finding his family's gems,

and he thinks that the
Hope diamond is cursed.

Wait, wait. Whose family?

His. The guy who wrote this thing.

Where's Moreno?

He just took off.

And he took something with him.

Hotel confirms Moreno checked in
the same night Dave came by.

So we were right.
Moreno's our guy.

Exit on Collins.
His boat is docked at Haulover Marina.

Dave must have called Moreno
to authenticate the emerald.

Moreno thought the emerald was real
and followed Dave home to steal it.

And when Dave wouldn't
tell him where it was,

Moreno drowned him.

And then tried to cover it up.

If the emerald belonged to his family,

I'm guessing he'll do
anything to protect it.

Maybe we missed him.

Okay. Let's just split up.

Ira.

You want to explain to me how
evidence walked out the door?

Whoa, whoa.

It's the expert you hired.

Who you should've been watching!

Hey, Dad. You had one...

Hey, Soph, just give us a second.

What's going on?

Um...

It's my fault, Cap.

I, um...

I should've been watching him.

I-It won't happen again.

You're damn right it's your fault, okay?

This cannot be happening, all right?

I mean, even Rog doesn't
mess up that many times!

All right, look, it's your fault, okay,

but we all make mistakes.

Okay, you do better next time.

So let's go fill out that paperwork,
detective.

Soph, stay here.

Yes, Dad.

Let's go.

Thank you.

Kids need parents they can believe in.

But you better hope we
catch this killer...

Detective.

Stay quiet.

The ladder. Up.

Come on.

Go.

Rosie!

Stay there.

Decided to add kidnapping and theft

to your murder charge, huh?

You trespassed on my boat.

You can get off at any time.

We know you met with Dave.

And we had dinner.

He told me about the emerald.

That's all. I am no killer.

Oh, really?

You're acting a lot like a killer to me.

Got a gun, motive, getaway boat.

All I want is what belongs to my family.

What is rightfully mine.

You told us those Caterina
Emeralds weren't real.

I told you that some experts
don't think they are.

But me... I have always believed.

I should probably thank you.

Because I never would've found

the rest of the treasure
without your help.

You're not running away.

You're going to dive
for the rest of them.

S�, se�or.

But I was planning on diving alone,

but it is nice to have some help.

I got to admit I'm a little nervous.

I haven't seen this much
action at sea in a while.

But I'm flattered to be your first call,
detective.

You were the first to respond.

There's an important difference.

Can I ask you a personal question?

You and this doctor,
are you more than partners?

He's my partner.

So I-I need you to show me
how fast this baby goes, okay?

Risking it all for this, huh?

Once I touch that treasure chest,

maritime law says I
have legal claim to this

and everything inside.

Which means after you get out of prison,

there'll be a whole pile of
family jewels waiting for you.

I didn't kill anyone.

Let's keep it that way.

Drop your weapon! EMPD!

And Coastal Patrol!

I've got your back, Detective.

- Go out.
- All right.

Really?

'Cause it looks like you're
about to fall overboard.

I'm good.

I'm just excited to take this guy down.

- You've got the wrong guy!
- Don't do anything stupid.

I just want what's mine!

No, no. Nobody shoot. Nobody shoot.

I need to tell you all a story.

It's a story about a treasure.

This is not the time.

I think you're gonna like this one,
Villa.

It's a story about our victim, Dave.

For years, he searched for a treasure.

One day, he found an emerald.

Then someone found him.

It was somebody that Dave knew.

But Dave quickly realized that
it wasn't a friendly visit.

The man had come to take his treasure.

So Dave hid it in the only place

that he knew no one would ever find it.

But our killer wouldn't give up.

Things got out of control.

Dave refused to give up
the emerald's hiding place.

Poor Lucy was the only one to
witness Dave's final moments.

He drowned in his own fish tank.

Our killer got desperate.

He tried to make it look like
it was a diving accident.

But he left a little something behind.

A few drops of blood.

The tox revealed that in the blood,

there was high levels of dimenhydrinate.

What the hell is that?

You might know it as Dramamine.

Combats seasickness.

And who would you know

that takes high doses...

of Dramamine?

Someone suffering from
chronic seasickness.

You think I killed this guy?

I think you forgot to
take your Dramamine.

You said you'd seen Dave before.

But what you left out

was that you knew he
had found something.

That emerald was your ticket out.

Is this because you don't like
me flirting with your partner?

You call it flirting.

I call it trying to stay
close to the investigation.

Those aren't jellyfish
stings on your arm.

I bet if we test them,

they match the marks on our
victim's face from the fish.

Which puts you at the crime scene.

No one's testing anything.

Give me the gem.

Gentlemen, put your guns down
now and we can talk this out.

Nine years I've worked Coastal Patrol,

saving guys like Dave,

and then he stumbles on some
priceless gem and I get nothing?

I don't want to be a
glorified lifeguard anymore.

Give me the gem!

Too bad. It belongs to me.

Aah!

Relax, relax.

It's empty. I told you I am no killer.

Villa!

Looking for this?

Hand it over, Doctor,

unless you want to end
up like your partner.

The moment that you kill me,
my hand is gonna open.

It's gonna drop straight
down to the bottom.

How about you give me the gem,
I let you go?

Here.

Nice toss.

Nice tackle.

Sorry, I think I accidentally threw

one of the air tanks in the water.

Come on, now, Karl, you know
nobody has that much air in 'em.

The bubbles were a giveaway, man.

Oh, Karl, for me?

You shouldn't have.

It's so beautiful.

The DA expects Karl to plead guilty.

It's all over now.

I guess my father finally found
what he was searching for.

And now it's all yours.

What?

We'll take care of the paperwork.

I don't think Dave's real
dream was finding treasure.

I think it was giving you a better life.

My dad believed I would do great things.

I guess I have to prove him right.

So, if the story of the
Caterina Emeralds is true,

do you think there
could be more out there?

Oh. Don't know. Don't care.

I am officially retired
from treasure hunting.

Come on!

I'm out.

One armed standoff and you
give up your pirate dreams?

You know, I like what we have.

Us. Like this.

I like it.

Me, too.

- So we good?
- Yeah.

We're good.

Almost as good as this view.

So is this our new hang?

Well...

Rosie, the waitress brought you

a grilled cheese off the kids'
menu and a Shirley Temple,

neither of which you ordered.

It's an honest mistake.

Although I must admit the
music playlist needs some work.

Oh, not as much work as this margarita.

Did they run out of tequila,

or do they just not want to share?

Tawnya,
does this bacon look crispy to you?

In my life, this is the worst
breakfast I've had in my entire life.

I ordered my refill
like a half-hour ago.

I didn't even get it, okay?

You know what?

I've lost my appetite.
I'm done with this place, okay?

Oh, okay, so a 20 on a $19.84 bill.

I think his math is off.

Oh, that's just Arthur.

He comes here three times a week.

Orders the same breakfast.

Always complains and never tips.

But I don't mind.

Really? You don't mind?

Oh, nope.

'Cause I know sooner or later
he'll look up and see that.

Oh, then he'll decide to tip.

Probably not.

I might get a smile out of him, but...

Until then, I'll just keep bringing him

his below-average
pancakes and soggy bacon.

- Looked pretty crisp to me.
- It does look crisp.

It's crisp.

Ow.

Oh, let me see that.

Uh, it's not that deep.
You'll be all right.

You have a first-aid kit around here?

- Yeah, yeah. In the back.
- In the back?

A first-aid kit?

Villa, they have a first-aid kit.

Great.

So this is our new hang.

- Hey, Dad.
- Hey.

Look at you.

Everything all right?

Everything's good.

It's just you've never picked me
up at the Academy before, so...

I need to tell you something.

You're not Captain anymore?

You knew?

I kind of figured it out.

Why didn't you tell me?

I-I just wanted be the kind
of cop you can look up to.

But I made mistakes.

I'm not the best example anymore.

I let you down, Soph.

I'm sorry.

You think I care if you're in
the bullpen or the basement?

You're my dad.

And I love you.

And no matter what,
I will always believe in you.

I'm gonna be working for you one day,
ain't I?

Oh, definitely.

No, I'm serious, you guys.
Lucy's very smart for a fish.

Well, you know, technically,

she did help us catch the killer.

So maybe Rosie should hire her.

Uh, don't make fun of Tara.

Oh, wait.

Do you think Lucy can learn toxicology?

Oh, Lord.

There he is! This is a sick pad, man.

Please tell me that my son has
more than two serving spoons.

Can we talk in private?

We can talk after dinner about
you going through my desk.

You took out a mortgage on
the house without telling me?

It's mine. I don't need permission.

Please tell me that that
money is to help Pippy

and not pay for the lawyer of a
man who should stay in prison.

Who's in prison?

Gerald.

Your boyfriend is in prison?

He's not her boyfriend.

You said this whole
Gerald thing was done.

I never said that.

You believed what you wanted.

Okay, why am I the only person
who doesn't know what's going on?

We should probably go. Yeah.

Sit down. No one's going anywhere.

We are having family dinner.

No, we are not,
not until you talk to me.

You really want to have
this conversation? Fine.

The mortgage is to pay Gerald's attorney

a $100,000 retainer.

This is not an innocent man.

I wish he was, but he isn't.

I believe that he is,

and I have the faith
that if we keep looking,

we can find the evidence that
we need to exonerate him.

Evidence doesn't change
the more you look at it.

Your...
Y-Your faith in him is misplaced.

Okay,
you guys have been keeping this from me?

Well, y-you weren't,
like, exactly around.

What about your faith in me?

Have you seen the pictures?

Have you seen these pictures?

See this?

Strangled. Stabbed.

Look... Look at their faces.

Do you see what he did?

He didn't just kill these women.
He made them suffer.

Someone made them suffer.

And I intend to find out who

before Gerald loses
any more of his life.

You don't even know him!

I do know him!

He's... He's kind and he's selfless,

and all he wants is
justice for those girls.

- And how do you know that for sure?
- I just know!

Just get on board or get out of the way.

Support or silence.

Those are your options.

My mother...

is throwing her life
away for a murderer.

You will not get my support.

And you definitely won't get my silence.

Then make your own damn dinner.

Mom.

Mom?

Hey, buddy.

I heard you got a new girlfriend.

Feel like sharing?

I said let go!

Come on! Come on!

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