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Why do the FBI always
stick their morgues

in the most depressing basement
they can find?

Don't be such a snob, Bones.

Okay, not everyone gets to play

in a multi-million- dollar lab,
you know, with skylights...

It's because, as a society,

we feel the need to
hide death away.

The people who deal with the dead

are viewed as freaks.

Yeah. I don't know if it's
the basement thing,

but this guy you're about to
meet... Harry... he's
a bit twisted.

You probably think I get some
kind of rush when I work,

that I'm somehow titillated.

Uh, choice of words, Bones,

choice of words.

Agent Booth.

Harry Tepper, meet Dr.
Temperance Brennan

from the Jeffersonian.

Hmm, I've read her.

Hello.

She's good.

Read your novel, too.

The heroine's very aggressive.

Harry, you want to...?

Okay, everybody, meet Ted Macy.

Body was found in a national park.

Local coroner wrote it off

as some kind of an accidental
drowning,

but you see, we have
to investigate

every death on federal land.

During my examination,

I found he had a crushed larynx.

That didn't seem accidental.

This is a corpse

with skin.

She is good.

Why am I here? You know
I don't work with skin.

Relax, Bones.

I didn't bring you here
to examine the body.

I want you to see what they
found in his hand.

Harry, the bone?

What is that?

It's a phallax.

Finger bone.

Figured she'd know that.

Yeah, I'd figure

any competent medical examiner

would know not to compromise
evidence.

Is this Lysol IC?

We use it to decontaminate
remains.

Are you trying to break down

the periosteal surface
of the bone,

wreak havoc on the marrow?

Did you even dilute this?

Bones...

What?!

You've removed particulates

and trace elements that could
potentially lead us

to his killer.

Is this your first day on the job?

18 years next month.

18 years...

She's intense.

Native American.

British Colonial.

American Revolutionary.

Hey, what are we playing?

Dr. Brennan, the destroyer
of evidence is here.

Okay, I assume that's a joke,
so nobody gets hurt.

Did Harry really mess
up that bone?

He dissolved any traces

of ingrained particulates
on the surface,

but we were still able to save

some valuable attributes.

Like what?

Alternating sclerotic

and porotic areas on
subperiosteal surface

demonstrates that whoever this was

suffered from tertiary syphilis.

Tertiary syphilis. Whoa.

Wow, that's the worst.

It was a common ailment
in the 17th century.

Which is where the
bone dates from.

Say what?

We ran a radiocarbon dating test.

The finger's over 300 years old.

It's a unique find for the area.

I'm going to change
to French trapper.

You can't change yours.

Booth, where did they
find the victim?

They shipped him over
from some resort town

next to a federal seaside reserve:

Assateague Island.

That's where the Money Pit is.

Money Pit?

Legend is,

Assateague Island is where
Blackbeard buried his treasure.

For 300 years,

people have been trying
to find it.

They've dug it out to something
like 150 feet,

but they've found nothing.

Every time they come close,
they trigger a baffle

that floods the pit
with sea water.

Booby traps. Cool.

The body was found at a dig site.

This is the first
concrete evidence

that the treasure is
more than a legend.

I'll bet this is from
one of the men

who buried the treasure.

Pure conjecture.

Pirate.

Pirate? Pirate?

It's a pirate.

"You can't change yours".

Wait, so the victim finds
evidence that the treasure exists.

Somebody else wants it
all for themselves.

That's certainly... that's
a good motive for murder.

You have to get out to that dig
site to see what else
you can find.

I'll be glad to help.

That's okay. I-I can handle it.

Come on, man, share the wealth.

We're looking for answers,
Jack, not treasure.

Do you really think that treasure
exists down there?

What do you think?

Why are you guys smiling?

Pirates!

It's a guy thing, sweetie.

So, the dead guy, Macy,
ran the dig?

With his partner, Hardewicke.

They were hired by anyone
with money to burn.

What, people would do that?

Sane people look for treasure?

Well, isn't that what
archeologists do?

Archeologists are scientists
who use evidence

on which to base their
explorations,

not some pirate movie they
saw when they were ten.

Yeah, well, that, uh,
300-year-old bone

that we just found sort of, uh,

changes things now, doesn't
it there, matey?

What's going on over there?
It's crime scene.

I tried to stop them, sir. But
there's Branson Rose back here.

The mayor told me to let him in.

Branson Rose is funding this dig?

Has been for two years.

But I heard he was pulling out.

All right, thanks. I'll
take it from here.

Sure.

Who's Branson Rose?

The billionaire adventurer.

You know, he made his fortune

making aircraft for the military.

He owns about half the world.

He's the guy who has
that reality show

that goes all over
the world and...

Still no TV?

Why do I even bother?

You can't pull out now, Mr. Rose.

We got a contract.

So you can sue, but I don't think

you have the resources
to take me on.

Mr. Rose, we just broke 200 feet!

Now, you pull out now...

I've been hearing that for
two years, Hardewicke.

Get off your asses
and load my gear!

Excuse me?

Mr. Rose, Macy... he knew it.

He felt it. This close!

Excuse me.

Two years, $2 million.

There's nothing down there, Giles.

Macy died for nothing.

FBI! You're all under arrest!

Come on, Bones, you don't
get to say that.

I'm the one with the badge.

The FBI's involved now?

Oh, yeah. You know, murder
on federal land...

we like to, uh, poke
around a little.

Murder?

Yeah, murder.

You said it was an accident.

That's what I thought.

Oh, my God...

He found something.

Put my stuff back now!

What did Macy find that would
be worth killing him for?

In 1832, a team of six men
looking for the treasure

were killed when a shaft they
were digging collapsed.

Blackbeard's curse, man.

A curse?

We're scientists.

Look at this. 1902.

Two men disappeared while digging.

Never found their bodies.

Oh, that's very cursey.

So you believe in pirates?

Pirates aren't Santa, Zack.

They did exist.

They did have treasures,
and they did bury it.

You know, I had an eye
patch when I was six.

Who didn't, my friend? Who didn't?

It's not necessary to
lead me like a child.

I'd rather not have any more
evidence compromised.

You're squeezing my
arm very tightly.

Sorry.

No, no, it's okay.

You can give it to Dr. Hodgins.

What is this?

Soil and water collected

from Ted Macy's throat and lungs.

He was found floating
in his dry suit

at the top of the shaft.

All right, you know what? We need
you to do your dirt thing.

You know, match the
slime to the crime,

make sure that's where
he was killed.

I'd like to look at X rays
of the victim's skeleton.

Bossy.

Do not go there.

In the interest of being thorough,

I need to determine if
he died at the top

or died at the bottom
and floated up.

I need silt abstracts
from both levels.

Fine. We'll get those for you.

No, no. No.

The soil looks like an
odd mixture of clay,

plagioclase feldspar, pyroxene...

I really wouldn't
trust anyone else

to harvest the samples properly.

You just want to look
for treasure.

I am a serious scientist

merely trying to do my job
as well as possible.

That shaft is over 200
feet deep, you know.

It requires an experienced diver.

I am a certified cave diver,

which means I can go deeper
than 200 feet.

I dove Mayan Blue,

Dos Ojos, Tortuga...

Ever dive Naharon?

Once.

I named Naharon.

Well, then how can
you say no to me?

Okay...

but just to collect soil samples.

Of course.

So, you dive, too?

I have the time because
I don't own a TV.

You wear a rubber suit, then?

Accidents happen, you know.

Macy and I were prepared
for that, but murder?

Murder. Wow.

Anything I can do to help. Okay?

Okay, we'll talk about
that a little later.

Right now, I want to get
Hodgins down that shaft.

Dane McGinnis.

He-he's the best I know.

Uh, he's worked for us for years.

Agent Booth? Are you Agent Booth?

You're going to have to stay
behind the yellow tape.

I'm Mayor Ney.

Your men keep pushing our tourists

further and further back.

Mayor? Wow.

I- I hope you didn't look like
that when they elected you.

Blackbeard's treasure is
what keeps the economy

on this little island running.

The mayor gets it,

sometimes too intensely.

Hey, I'm not ashamed.

I've increased tourism 63%
since I took office,

and I can boost it a bit more

if the tourists could
get a closer look.

It's a murder scene, not a show.

Blackbeard's curse.

Macy would've wanted to
give a little back

to the town that he loved.

Frank, the police are telling
them no pictures.

Now, who is this, huh?
The Pirate Queen?

That's right. My wife, Katie.

That's right. Great.

Listen, you just tell the tourists

that the bad view is
part of the curse.

Will you please escort the
pirate and his wench

behind the yellow tape? Thank you.

So, Dane... he's, uh,
an experienced guy?

I've worked with hundreds.
He's the best.

All right.

I hope this guy knows
what he's doing,

'cause it's tight down there.

Avast, ye lubbers!

Whoo!

Dane, let's get him ready.

You think it's a pirate?

It's a 300-year-old finger from
the left hand of a male.

That's all I'm sure of so far.

Worth killing for?

I worked a case once

where a woman was killed,
dismembered and burned

because her friend thought

she'd taken her favorite
pair of slippers.

Cheery.

Maybe they're right.

Maybe this man died burying
the treasure.

Ironic... stealing all that and
never enjoying the spoils.

So you believe there's treasure?

I believe there's greed.

That's the real curse.

All right, safety line, air hose.

Either one breaks, you
ain't coming back up.

You got to work on your
bedside manner, dude.

You know, I don't want to be
responsible for some weekender

who buys it down there
because he thinks

he's better than he is.

You want to go down, don't you?

It's my shaft, okay?

I've been working it ten years.

But the Feds... they say
it's a crime scene,

so I can't help.

You're helping me.

Why's he need the air line?

Why can't he just use the tank?

Because around 100 foot down,
the shaft gets a little cozy.

You ain't afraid

of a tight squeeze, are you, Doc?

Gloves.

Just take it slow, okay?

There's a lot of stuff

to catch your hose on
on the way down.

Yeah, I saw the pictures
Rose took.

Rose.

He never went as far
as you're going.

No one has.

Maybe he shouldn't try, you know?

People have died down
there, not just Macy.

I know.

My brother was one of them.

I'm going all the way down.

What's at 200 feet?

We just hit 200 last week.

You're going to have to tell me.

Well, I'm ready.

Okay.

Your friend better be as
good as he says he is.

You just take care
of him, alright?

Hodgins, you read me?

I hear you loud and clear.

There's some jagged edges.
Keep clear of them.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hodgins?

It's warm.

Passing the first flood trap.

We lost our first man there.

There's wood here below
the limestone.

Does he make any sense to you?

Oh, yeah.

He's passing the site of
the first pit collapse.

It's tight down here.

There's lots of debris.

Not sure I can squeeze through.

Hey, this guy swims like a squid.

Actually, he swims like a squint.

What?

Never mind.

Okay, I'm clear now.

Good picture, too.

We can't get resolution like that.

Yeah, well, he's a geek who
works for the government.

You ever find anything down here?

Not yet.

Ten years of finding nothing,
and you keep trying.

It's all about the search, man.

He's at 170 feet.

One-eighty.

One-ninety.

No one's ever been this deep.

He's at 200.

Touch down. I am on the bottom.

Visibility is surprisingly good.

Wait a minute. There's-there's
something here.

Holy...

What is that?

Whoa, is that...?

Oh, my God.

Is that...?

I'm amazed you found
a complete skeleton.

C-14 dating matches at 300 years.

Subject is male, early twenties,

approximately five feet...

six inches.

Legs are bowed, result
of visible calcium

and phosphate deficiency.

He had rickets as a child,

but his upper body is
extraordinarily well-developed.

Epiphyseal separation
in the long bones.

Sunken sternum forms
scorbutic rosary

at costochondral margin.

He suffered from scurvy, as
well as tertiary syphilis.

What's with the tertiary? Isn't
plain all syphilis bad enough?

Scurvy, syphilis.

Pirate.

There is

anthropological evidence
which supports the claim

that Blackbeard executed
his burial crews

after they were done digging.

Okay.

Let's say it's a pirate.

Yes! Oh!

This would be

an extraordinary find.

And would open up the reality

of the treasure.

It would be stupid to dismiss
anything at this point.

But we need

to discover why the ossein
isn't fully decomposed

from being waterlogged
for so long.

About 50 feet down the shaft,

is a layer of blue putty,
consisting of silicon and clay.

It can be used to form
a watertight seal.

That would explain the condition
of the bones.

I took samples of the
same blue clay

between 200 and 207 feet.

Something is buried down there.

And these bones were
lying on top of it.

Macy was killed because of
something that he found.

Silt in his throat
and lungs confirms

he was killed at the
top of the shaft.

After he swam back up
with the treasure.

Special Agent Booth.

I hate to interrupt your
investigation, Agent Booth,

but there's an angry billionaire
in my office,

and he won't go away.

It's simple.

You have something that
belongs to me,

and I'm not leaving
here without it.

A day ago, you couldn't
wait to leave.

Pull out of the island,
cut your losses.

You remember that?

A lot can change in a day.

Yeah. For Ted Macy, a lot changed.

Look, I'm sorry about Ted,
but I'll be damned

if the federal government swoops
in here at the eleventh hour

and steals what I've been trying
to find for two years.

I fail to see what this has to
do with the Jeffersonian.

Those bones belong to me.

They were uncovered at my site.

I was granted a permit to dig
there and keep what was found.

My attorneys assure me, you have
no claim to those bones.

Sure, I mean, your attorney
wants to go to court

for the next 20 years, and

buy himself a nice vacation home
in Tuscany, but the fact is,

when Ted Macy was murdered,

your property became our evidence.

And it's going to stay that way
until we find the killer.

I was hoping to settle
this amicably.

Really? Because, you know,
we haven't seen that yet.

Nah.

This is going to be a headache.

He has some very important
friends.

I don't understand
why he's so upset.

It's not like he needs the money.

But he has partners that do.

Macy and Hardewicke were going
to split what they found.

But Macy is dead.

Exactly. Leaving Hardewicke with
a bigger piece of the pie.

This is from our very
first dig together.

Oh, we found this-
this chest buried

under a flood drain
up in Smith's Cove

in New England. There
was no treasure,

but, you know, just to unearth
something that was that old,

had that much history...
we were hooked.

Never looked back.

You know, I glanced through
your company history.

I mean, business was pretty slow,

since you didn't find any
treasure out here.

You were getting fewer
and fewer clients.

Yeah, it's been difficult.

Branson Rose was almost
your last chance.

There's always somebody who
wants to look for treasure.

Really?

Yeah.

'Cause, you know, Branson
Rose, he pulls out,

and get a lot of publicity, you
could end up, you know...

sinking your business.

Yeah, but Macy found something
finally, and we're going

to share the find with Rose...
50% for him, 50 for us.

Exactly.

Oh, I see.

More for me if Macy's out
of the picture, right?

You're forgetting one thing.

Macy was like family to me.

Really?

Look at this. See that?

I got that pulling Macy out
of a sinkhole back in '93.

He's got plenty of scars on
him because of me, too.

Hmm. How'd you get all those

bruises around your
scar there, huh?

The Mayor.

How does the Mayor figure
into all this?

His wife. You saw her, right?

Well, Macy was a bit of a hound,
if you know what I mean.

He was sleeping with
the Pirate Queen?

The Mayor got suspicious,
he came around last week,

and I ended up taking
the heat for Macy,

because Macy's like my brother,
and I'll tell you,

that scrawny little pirate...
he can kick, too.

Lucky he didn't have time to load
that flintlock. Charlie?

No. Put that down. Leave it there.

What are you doing?

Zack?

Zack, the bones... what did
you do with the bones?

Nothing, Dr. Brennan.

I left them on the table
just like you asked.

Where the hell are my bones?

Bones don't just disappear.

I thought this was
a secure facility.

You assured me this was
a secure facility.

I could be working at
Stanford, you know.

This never would have
happened at Stanford.

We spend three quarters of a
million dollars annually
on security.

Obviously that's not enough.

I want my bones.

Did you find my bones?!

Oh! Maybe you want just want to,
you know, chill a little?

Chill?

Yeah. You know, take a pill.

Listen, dude, my lab was violated,

my bones were stolen,

so I think I'll remain warm
for a little while longer.

Honey, maybe you should focus
on your breathing.

Breathing.

Count to ten.

Count to ten...

Have a shot of Jack.

Shot of Jack. Look, we're doing

everything that we can, okay?

I promise you,

we're going to find your bones,

but you have to allow
us to do our job.

I guess I wasn't helping
all that much, was I?

I...

I'm...

Sorry.

It's cool.

Hey, look on the bright side.

I mean, this whole

theft thing could be
good for us, right?

I mean, whoever took the bones
obviously had something to do

with the murder. We're
getting closer.

I've ordered all on-duty
security personnel

to give a minute-by-minute
account of their rounds.

I want an account of all off-
duty personnel, as well.

They didn't get everything.

I thought all the bones
were on the table.

All the new ones. I
was still examining

the original finger bone
we found for scurvy,

so it was in my room.

There is something they don't
want us to find on these bones.

Everyone knew Macy.

Helped Frank get elected.

So you would categorize your
relationship as just friends?

Yeah. Friends.

It's a small town.

We're all friends.

Well, whoever killed Macy
wasn't too friendly.

He wouldn't hurt a soul... Macy.

He was a sweet guy.

The way you're talking about
him, it seems like

you were more than just friends.

Hardewicke told you, right?

Like he's such a saint.

How involved were the two of you?

It was just one of those
things, you know.

I wasn't going to leave
Frank or anything.

I guess I wanted to see
what it was like

to be with a real adventurer

rather than a guy who
dresses up like one.

So, Frank went after Hardewicke
when he thought it was him.

You think Frank killed him?

You saw Frank.

Well, yeah. You know, he's a
little, uh, a little unstable.

When he finds out somebody made
a fool of him twice, I...

It's Hardewicke and the rich guy

you should be looking at.

Macy said they were all fighting

over the money they were spending.

Said Hardewicke didn't appreciate
all the work he did,

wanted to break up the company.

Well, we're-we're looking
into everyone.

Thanks.

Sure.

But all this coming up again.

Just try not to ruin
my marriage, okay?

I made a mistake.

But I love that stupid pirate,
and I don't want to lose him.

Well, thanks for talking to me.

I'll be in touch.

The periosteal surface
on the phalanx

doesn't have any ingrained
particulates that I can recover.

The solution that ME used
probably dissolved anything

that was lodged in any surface
irregularities.

Who would clean a bone

before extracting all available
information from it?

Not everyone is as thorough
as we are, Zack.

So true, so true.

I wonder if there was
gold dust on it.

Perhaps you should start working
with a parrot on your shoulder.

You're not curious?

Yes. About the facts.

There's a small hole

along the distal articular
facet of the finger.

It could be a foramen,

but it could be something
else, man-made.

A weapon?

Maybe.

See if you can find any
possible matches.

I wonder if there are any other
similar marks on Macy?

I'll find out.

And don't let that bone
out of your sight.

Dr. Brennan thought you
might have overlooked

a weapon of some kind.

He wasn't killed by any weapon.

He was strangled.

The larynx is crushed.

It's plain.

And C2 through C4 are fractured.

That wouldn't have occurred if
he were merely strangled.

If the victim was shaken
while being strangled...

The fractures are all
left to right,

approximately 45-degree
angles on each bone.

That means the head

was jerked to the left and up,

making sure that the spinal
cord would tear.

The larynx was crushed when
his neck was broken.

I'm always open to
being corrected.

Why do you think there might
have been a weapon?

I saw a small perforation in the finger bone
which you decided to put in the solvent.

Did you damage the bone?
Hook it? Stick it in some way?

Still angry.

Okay. No! I handled it
according to protocol:

rubber gloves right
into the solvent.

Something damaged that bone, and
it didn't happen 300 years...

Wait a minute.

I have alternatives that could
have caused the hole.

This is a disposable
acupuncture needle.

He was healed to death?

This is a filament used
for an angioplasty.

Hand me the wire.

What are you doing?

Diminished fluorescence.

That only happens if the bones
have been cleaned and treated.

These bones didn't start out in
the shaft. They were placed there.

What?

Who has got 300-year-old bones?

I assure you everything here
is authentic, Dr. Brennan.

I curated this exhibit for
the Jeffersonian myself.

Could you please open the case?

This is a beautiful specimen.

Found in Jamaica.

We believe he sailed
with Henry Morgan.

He's never been on a
boat in his life.

Absurd.

Oh, my God.

These bones are artificial.

It's acrylic, not bone.

You can see on a real
bone the hole

where the wire was threaded

when the bones were assembled
for display.

Then where's the rest
of my sailor?

He was planted in the shaft
in Assateague Island

to make the whole treasure
business seem real,

but somebody found out.

Who?

A murderer.

Okay, let me see if I
get this straight.

The pirate bones you recovered
came from the Jeffersonian
to start with?

Correct.

300-year-old bones stolen from
our own pirate exhibit.

And then recovered by one
of your own people...

Dr. Hodgins.

...who brought them back
to the Jeffersonian,

where they were stolen again?

Re-stolen, sir.

You have a security problem,
Dr. Goodman.

And when I find out who did this,

you may have a murder problem.

But I'm on top of it, okay?

You didn't have to come
down here, sir.

That's what I thought,
until I got a call

from someone at the Department
of Defense.

Defense? How do they figure into
a murder investigation?

Branson Rose, he has friends
in high places,

and they don't like
it when the guy

who builds their bombers
is unhappy.

They afraid he'll bomb them?

What is that, squint humor?

Because I'm not laughing.

Defense doesn't need a
reason to go to war,

and I'm not about to be
their next target.

We haven't ruled Rose
out of the suspects.

Well, of course not.

You're too busy looking
for your bones.

Let's not make this personal.

Rose wants to keep playing
in the mud,

and his big-shot friends are
going to see that happens,

unless we get some answers fast.

At this point, it appears as if
the stolen 300-year-old bones

are being used to, you
know, salt the shaft.

Salt the shaft?

Yeah, you know, an investor
spends a million bucks,

gets antsy when nothing happens,
and then, voilà you know,

pirate bones appear, and the
golden goose keeps, you know...

...laying those eggs.

Okay, that is a convoluted
metaphor, Booth.

It's a hoax, Dr. Brennan,

like Piltdown Man.

Oh, got it. Why can't you
be clear like that?

Assuming the bones were stolen...

Re-stolen!

...re-stolen so you wouldn't
find out they were bogus,

how did you?

How did I what?

From the finger.

They didn't get the
entire skeleton.

Would you like Dr. Brennan to
take you through the process?

I really, really wouldn't.

So who do you like?

I like the partner.

Giles Hardewicke.

Access, motive, ability...

Dr. Goodman, the FBI will provide

whatever help you need to solve

your breach of security
at the Jeffersonian.

You work the partner angle.

Well, my father worked
a fishing boat,

his dad before that.

Heck, me and my brother,

we never knew anything
but the sea.

Hunting for treasure just sort
of grew out of that I guess.

Any regrets?

Sure. My brother.

Yeah.

That and the fact they
might shut us down.

Hey, not if we find
something. Huh?

You know, I thought you
were going to turn out

to be just another desk jockey
who'd read a few books

and was looking for something
to brighten up

his boring-ass life.

I'll tell you what, I'd be
down that shaft right now

if Big Brother didn't have
a minimum time requirement

between dives.

You deserve to be here.

You really do.

Thanks for that, man.

It's hard to tell you...

The bones were planted.

You don't seem surprised.

Eh, nothing surprises me out
of that goddamn pit anymore.

Nah.

I mean, you dig down far enough,
you'll come out in hell.

So, uh...

if you don't find anything,
are you gonna shut us down?

Hey, I'm not FBI.

I'm just a scientist.

It's a crime scene.

I'm surprised they let
you down there.

I'm an expert in silt, plants,

and insects... that's right.

I got three doctorates.

When you got three doctorates,
and you tell the FBI

you need more samples,
who's gonna argue?

One doctorate, yeah, maybe
they argue, but three?

You want to go back down
again, don't you?

I could use your help, man.

You got the bug, man!

Hey, like I said,
I am the bug man.

Arr! Arr!

If you lost the bones,

how do you know they're fake?

Thieves, they didn't
get everything.

Ah. Stroke of luck
for the good guys.

We will find out how those
bones were stolen

from the Jeffersonian.

You still think I did
it, don't you?

Why were you going to
break up the company?

Let me guess, Katie
Ney tell you that?

What makes you think it was Katie?

That was a stock part

of Macy's seduction technique,
and it was very effective.

"I risk my life

down in that hole while my
partner stays safe topside".

That's how he positioned himself
as the heroic explorer...

which he was, by the way, when
it came to the ladies.

Your partnership was intact?

Till death did us part.

I'll tell you what.

I'm gonna give you guys full
access to the books.

You don't even need
a search warrant.

There's not a single way in which
my life is better
off without Macy.

Like I said, I miss the man.

The bones were stolen twice...

the first time from
the pirate exhibit,

the second from the Bone Room
here in the Medico-Legal Lab.

The security in the
lab is tighter,

so the camera is continuous, but
the camera in the rotunda

is stop-action, every
three seconds.

I started with the lab
theft because we know

the bones were stolen between
9:00 p. m. and 6:00 a. m.

Okay.

Watch... here.

The bones are gone.

Notice the time-code.

What's that?

The camera was turned off.

Camera was turned off for one
minute and 46 seconds.

It would take a lot less time
that to enter the room

and gather up the
bones and escape.

Now...

Dr. Goodman?

Yes?

Could I ask, why are we doing
this investigation

instead of Security?

We shouldn't walk too quickly;
it would arouse suspicion.

Neither would our thief.

I'm happy to help, but we do have

actual security professionals
who...

Is there any way to tell if those
tapes have been doctored?

Yeah.

Since they're physical
magnetic tapes,

not stored digitally.

I always did like analog better.

Now, I know why.

My point is is that I'm only
an amateur at this,

and I'm sure the Security
Department is better equipped
and trained...

Afternoon, Paul.

Best to Susan and Laura.

I hope Johnny feels better.

Okay you don't want
to talk about it.

I get it.

Sir?

Hit your stopwatch, please,
Ms. Montenegro.

35.6 seconds.

Double that for a round-trip.

That's one minute, ten seconds,

leaving approximately 30 seconds
to bag the bones and get back.

Get back where?

Oh... ah.

Wow, you must think I'm an idiot.

I was grandstanding.
I can be like that.

So we find out what guards were
on duty during the two thefts

and we might have our thief.

I haven't see the harm.

In stealing human remains?

After 300 years, it's not like

he's got a family grieving
for him out there.

Think of me as a grieving parent.

Grand theft, buddy; you're
looking at eight years.

If I don't kill you.

Come on, what's a bunch of
old bones like that worth?

Nothing.

How much you get for them?

Couple of hundred bucks.

Yeah. So this wire transfer into
your bank for ten grand,

what's that, inheritance?

Who did you steal them for?

We didn't really do the
name-exchange thing.

Somebody approached you?

Yeah.

Let's see. Okay.

Which one was it?

Which time?

The first time.

Him...

but he looked better.

And the second time?

Um... him.

Look, guys, I'm cooperating,
all right?

I will give back the money.

I will quit my job.

How's about we just call it even?

How's about we call the DA?

You know, you need a better
screening process down
at the museum.

Ironic, given we contract
that out to the FBI.

The...

You think he's dangerous?

Grand theft, murder, yeah.

The music.

Shh. He's down there.

That's not music, it's bagpipes.

Whoa.

Mr. Hardewike.

Mr. Harde...

Maybe we're looking
for someone else.

The larynx was crushed.

Is that going to be your
cause-of-death ruling?

We gonna have another
fight about this?

I'm a pretty open guy, Harry,

but if you keep pushing like that,

it's gonna be me who
smacks you around.

How do you know that won't
work for me just as well?

You ruled that Macy died
from a crushed larynx.

A crushed larynx is fatal,

ergo it results in death.

You were wrong then,

and you're wrong now.

See? He likes it.

I need to see both sets of
X rays, his and Macy's.

It's not always about
being right or wrong.

It's about the dialogue.

An intense conversation

can be the most wonderful
kind of intercourse.

Know what?

This guy is a pervert.

Damage between C-2 and
C-4, 45 degree angle,

exact same pattern
of injury as Macy.

His head was wrenched around,

probably while the other
hand crushed the larynx.

That must really frustrate
you that I missed that.

That's a Special Forces move.

Take a sentry down,
crush the larynx,

so he can't scream.

You've done that to people?

No. Our murderer is
Special Forces.

Your Internet bio says
you spent time

in Special Air Services.

Mr. Rose has led a diverse
and full life.

How did you feel when
you found out

the dig site had been salted?

I was disappointed, certainly.

Just disappointed?

Look, I wasn't irked enough
to kill Ted Macy.

Now, could we get to
the point, please?

What is Special Air Services?

The SAS is widely regarded
as one of the finest

and best trained special forces
units in the world.

See any active service?

Mr. Rose is not comfortable
discussing specifics.

I don't like to exploit
my role in operations

which cost good men their lives.

Now, if all you're interested
in is my history,

there's a bio on my web site.

Great. We just want to know

if your reputation
is for real, sir.

Hey, we'll just contact the SAS.

They'll tell us.

Look...

Fine.

Don't expect a speedy response.

Whoa, Bones.

That's assault!

Would a Special Forces guy have
been able to stop that?

I don't know, you kind of

got the jump on him there.

This one won't be a surprise.

You ready?

What?

This is common assault!

Charges will be laid!

No way he's Special Ops.

It's just a bunch of PR crap.

All right, no more questions.

I demand she be arrested
for assault!

Shut up, Kendall.

Do you want to tell
to all newspapers

that I'm taking a woman

to court for slapping me?

You won't get into
trouble for this?

Three degrees.

We're just doing some research.

I'm telling you, salted or not,

there's something at the
bottom of that shaft.

Never got to go all the way down.

The bones were laying on wood.

I want to see what's underneath.

Always thought it'd be
me who'd find it.

Hey. All for one and
one for all. Right?

That was the three musketeers.

Yeah, they were always
pirate-y to me.

Let's do this.

Let's do it.

Okay.

Dispatch, 22705.

Last name: McGinnis; first name:
Dane; middle initial: P.

I need to know which branch of
the military he served in.

Affirmative, 22705.

Stand by.

Why Dane?

He said Hodgins swam like a squid.

Squint.

He must have said "squint".

No, I said "squint," okay?

Dane said "squid", wich is
military slang for sailor.

Is this what they call
a Hail Mary pass?

You receiving?

Loud and clear.

Man, it's muddy today.

Yeah.

Usually clears up past the first
flood channel at 12 meters.

♪ Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum. ♪

Don't conjure up any ghosts, Doc.

There's too many down
there already

waiting to claim your ass.

Ghosts.

Right.

22705, Dispatch.

McGinnis, Dane, served
in the Navy.

Rating: Chief Petty Officer,
Naval Special Warfare.

Oh, yeah. Had to be.

What?

Guy was a Navy SEAL.

So? You were a guide.

A Ranger.

I was a Ranger, Bones, okay?

I was not a guide.

Guides, they show you waterfalls,

they sell you cookies.

I was a Ranger.

What's he doing at the shaft?

Are Rangers afraid of SEALs?

What? Come on, Bones, no.

Rangers aren't afraid of anybody.

All right?

SEALs are pretty good, though.

Hey, Dane.

Hey. What's up?

We know it was you.

Bones, please...

Why? You have a gun.

What's he got?

He's got somebody in the shaft.

How far down am I?

Is that Hodgins?

Hey Dane!..

I can't read my depth display.

Hey, is something going on?

Is there anybody up there?

Why don't you answer me?

CPO McGinnis, step away
from the air hose.

Yeah?

Well, I need you to toss
that gun into the shaft.

Then, toss me your keys.

Then, handcuff yourselves
to that crane.

I take your truck.

Otherwise, I am gonna
cut this hose,

and your buddy's gonna die.

Yeah, do that.

Bones.

Not gonna happen.

You can hear me?

Feel a blast of cold water.

Either a spring or some kind
of conduit from the ocean.

It's clear, clean water,
so visibility is better.

You killed two men. I can't
just let you drive away.

Those guys...

putting fake bones in there,

making the whole thing
into a con job.

My brother died down there
looking for that treasure,

lot of good men did.

This was their life.

Those men dishonored them.

Dane, can you hear me, man?

I am on the bottom.

You good enough to take that shot

before I cut this
air hose, Ranger?

Pretty good.

Just pretty good?

Please, I'm working.

I' gonna need some more line,
Dave. What's goin on?

I'll get a sample.

I can see where

the shaft walls collapsed before.

Oh, my God.

Holy...

Can you see this, Dane?

What is it?

Just take a look?

Yeah.

I do, you'll shoot me.

Dane!

Can you see this, man?!

It's a gold coin.

Yeah, it's probably something else

they stole from your museum
and threw in there.

This is real!

It's a big...!

You want to see it, you're going
to have to bring Hodgins up.

Please.

He's down there because
he believes.

He's no different than you,

no different than your brother.

Bring him up.

Do it for your brother.

An original Breen 984
half doubloon,

designed by Ephraim Brasher,
engraved by Ephraim Brasher,

and, hold your breath,
gentlemen and ladies,

204 grains.

A real, gold, pirate coin.

How many more are down there?

Branson Rose has agreed to have
the museum do the authentication

of the entire treasure
when they bring it up.

There won't be any more.

What makes you say that?

I was down there.

It's not gonna give
it up that easily.

But the treasure's been located.

And I'm sure it's been
located before.

I'll take that.

You think he's happy
to be back home?

Well, he looks that way to me.

Hah.

He's not happy.

What do you mean?

Hodgins is right.

He'd be a lot happier

at the bottom of that shaft.

With the other pirates.

Arr!

Arr, matey!

Arr! Arr, matey!