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Tonight, on The Sentinel.

What the hell is it? The thing that got
two people killed.

Jennifer!

Would you look at these markings?

I don't recognize the language. Can you
decipher it? This is going to take time

unless you have a scanner. Otherwise,
I've got to program in each letter one

a time.

Then get to it. This place is like a
house of cards. Take away a couple of

bricks and the whole thing's going to
fall.

In the jungles of Peru.

The fight for survival heightened his
senses.

Now, Detective James Ellison is a
sentinel in the fight for justice.

Seeing before others see.

Sensing what others can't.

An ever -vigilant watchman.

In war against crime.

Now, one more time.

I want to know where it is.

Not here, man.

I told you it's not here.

Hey, hey, turn this up.

Why?

Why? Because I can't hear it.

You know, there's some definite
drawbacks to living with you.

It looks like we have a very grave
situation here. That's Emily Watson.

archaeology professor at the university.

Doesn't seem like your type.

We understand your graduate assistant,
Martin Gilman, is missing and may have

been buried alive when the tunnel
collapsed.

We're praying that's not the case, but
yes, I'm afraid it doesn't look good.

Is there anything else that you can tell
us about this incident? No, I'm sorry.

Right now, I know about as much as you
do.

Oh, my God. Do you know this Gilman,
too?

Well, I've heard the name a couple of
times. There's very little we know about

this incident at this time, but we will
keep you up to date with any further

developments. Until then, this is Helen
Murski reporting.

Ellen? Yes, Phil. Well, if it isn't
Nancy Drew herself.

At the moment, all we know is what you
just heard, but I'll be back to you with

more. Oh, that'd be strange.

Ellen.

Listen to me, Wells. Before you hit
Simon with this, I want to come down and

check it out myself.

Because I don't want you to make an
idiot out of yourself.

Wells! What'd she say?

They just found Martin Gilman. She
thinks he was murdered.

Hey, hey, wait.

You know,

Jim, if you're so anxious to teach
Cassie the realities of detective work,

mean, why don't you just let her fall on
her face most of the time? That's not

my way, Chief.

You know what I think?

I think it's because you want to take
her out.

Look, just because you find a woman
attractive doesn't mean the whole

competition.

Hold on a second.

Hey, there's Emily over there. Mark,
this project represents over a year of

life. And it got Gilman killed. Martin
got himself killed.

The bottom line is you're three months
behind schedule and I need to put my

building up. I need more time.

Well, I changed the locks. You're
finished as of this morning.

Mark!

Hey, Emily.

Blair, what are you doing here?

Well, I saw the news report on
television. I thought I'd come down.

friend of mine, Jim Ellison. He's with
the police department.

How do you do? Listen, it was really
great of you to come down here, but

going to have to talk later, okay?

Sure.

Who do you think that guy was she was
talking to?

Oh, this is Mark Cantor. He owns the
land.

So you think this Gilman was murdered?

Yes, I do. And no, I haven't spoken to
Simon about it yet.

Well, good. If you're going to insist on
doing detective work, I think you'd

probably want to operate on solid
ground.

Right.

I've been dying to get a look at this
place for months now.

Visitation was strictly limited. Watson
invited me once, but I couldn't come

because I was working on a case.

What's the big deal? I mean, it doesn't
look like much.

Maybe not to you, and maybe not on the
surface, but most of the work here

consists of brushing away the dirt
millimeter by millimeter. It's actually

really fascinating process.

When they were digging the foundations
for the new building, they discovered a

Cascades old waterfront.

Yeah, so?

So it has historical value.

This must be where they found Gilman,
huh?

Yeah. This was a brand new excavation.

Apparently, at first glance, it looks as
if Gilman was crawling around in the

dark and his movements, you know, made
the sidewalls collapse and on his head.

Sounds reasonable.

Well, yeah, except... Except for the
fact that I spoke to Professor Watson

and... The site closes at sundown.

What was Gilman doing crawling around in
the middle of the night?

Well, it doesn't rule out accidental
death.

I mean, if it was murder, where's your
motive?

I have an idea on that.

Excuse me.

This is Gilman's car.

Killer broke in and was looking pretty
hard for something.

You know, she might be right, Jim.

I don't know about that. It doesn't have
to be an isolated incident.

There's two other cars down the street
that have been recently broken into and

vandalized.

Oh, my.

This is one.

The other one is down there.

Yeah, well, maybe the killer didn't know
which car Gilman was driving.

Right.

Yeah, I'll... Yeah, Simon, we got a
little backed up.

You know, I think you're right.

You do?

Yeah. So you can tell me if you don't.

He doesn't seem to mind me putting in my
two cents as much as he does.

Yeah, well, that's probably because I'm
not really a detective either.

Ah, yeah, well, you know, Jim is right.

I do have a tendency to leap before I
look.

And if you tell him I said that, I will
kill you.

Okay, all right, back off.

A forensics chief committing murder, you
know, that might be the perfect crime.

Listen, uh...

Why don't you and I go out to lunch?

Claire, come on. You know my rule.

I know. You don't date co -workers. This
wouldn't be a date. This would be a...

Well, you can call it whatever you want.
An appointment.

Right. Well, I already have an
appointment, but, um... I can take a

I got so wrapped up in everything this
morning, I completely... I understand.

I was just on my way to my lab. I just
wanted to see how you were doing.

I've had better days.

Yeah, I can imagine.

Sorry about Martin.

Thanks. I am too.

Truth is, he and I weren't exactly
friends.

What? He was heading to dig for you. Not
by my choice. Mark Cantor insisted on

it.

Mark Cantor. What does he have to do
with departmental assignments?

He owns the site.

Besides, he has enormous clout with the
city council.

He's the biggest developer in town.

They never would have backed the dig
without his full cooperation.

Well, why was Gilman so important to
him?

I don't know.

Ricky Carson was my assistant up until
two months ago.

Martin Gilman was on one of his dig
teams.

Then I get a call from Cantor insisting
that Gilman be put in charge when I

said, no, he threatened to shut us down.

Now he's going to use Martin's death as
an excuse to bulldoze the dig.

I'm sorry. That really sucks.

Yeah.

Not as much as what happened to poor
Martin.

Yeah. Right, I got it.

Amy's prelim.

Had to put a rush on it.

Of course he did.

Cause of death, asphyxia related to
water in the lungs.

He drowned. I think that Gilman's body
was repositioned to make it look like he

was buried in an accidental cave -in.

That's a pretty good hunch.

Keep reading.

They found traces of cement in his
lungs. I bet you five bucks it's the

kind of stuff being used on that
construction site. Let's not jump to

conclusions. I'm not saying your theory
is wrong. We just have to prove it.

Great.

Why don't we start?

We're not starting I met me in Sandburg

Well,

good luck, excuse me What I

do

Appreciate you coming out on such short
notice, Mr. Cantor. Well, a man was

killed on my property, Detective.

I'd like this solved as quickly as
possible, you know, before the press

into a circus.

I understand you got Gilman promoted.

I knew him socially.

How well? Well enough to know he was a
fine young man with a promising future.

To lose him like this is just a damn
shame.

I'd appreciate it if you'd only let your
officers have access. I'd hate to have

anything like this happen again.

What's going to happen to the dig?

Professor Watson will have a chance to
remove anything of importance she's

already uncovered, but I'm afraid that's
where it stops.

Well, that's great.

It's cement.

Well, how'd they get down here?

It rained pretty good a couple nights
back.

A lot of construction debris up top.
Probably some loose cement mixed with

ran down the edge here.

Gathered into a pretty good -sized
puddle.

Killer dragged the body from over here
to over there.

How do you know that?

Turn the light off.

There's cement.

On the shoes, they made a print.

Some kind of... Some kind of metal tap
on the heel.

You don't see that?

No.

Unless there's some phosphorus in the
cement.

Oh.

Well, maybe the moonlight's working on
your senses, sort of like a black light

effect, you know?

That's wild.

No, no, no, I'm fine.

I'm so stupid.

I should have been watching where I was
standing.

All right,

take it easy.

Oh, God.

My man, it takes weeks to brush away the
earth.

Wow, that big team must have thought
there was a room down here, but just

found it.

Check this place out.

Look at this.

Wow.

Wow,

what is it? Kind of cast iron doors.

Would you look at these markings?

These are really thick.

I don't recognize the language. Will you
hold this?

You sure you're all right? Yeah, I'm
fine, I'm fine.

I'm going to take a rubbing.

I'm going to get it over to Professor
Watson.

You know, if she can prove that it's of
any significance, maybe the university

can talk Cantor into keeping the dig
open a little longer.

You all right?

You know, we may have found something
really big here, Jim.

This is Emily Watson. I can't come to
the phone right now, but if you leave a

message, I'll return your call.

Emily, hi, this is Blair again.

Please call me back as soon as you can.
Hi.

How's it going?

Not too well. I've been up all night
long studying this thing.

And? And I can't figure it out, man. I
mean, this lettering, some of it looks

Greek, some of it looks Egyptian.

I'm pretty sure there's even some Hebrew
thrown in there for good measure. It's

all mixed up. More coffee?

Yeah, please.

The only thing I do know for sure is
that it's some secret writing.

Secret writing?

In the old days, codes and secret
writing were the only way to keep things

confidential. People weren't any more
trusting back then than they are today.

Now that I've gotten started on it, I
can't finish until I figure it out.

Maybe it's time you let Professor Watson
in on it.

I've been trying to do that. I've been
leaving messages. She just hasn't called

me back.

I thought you were going to call.

I forgot my cell phone. Is this bedtime?

No, not at all. Come on in.

Hey, Jim, how are you doing?

Blair told me about the writings that
you guys found. I minored in

well, for a semester, you know, before I
found criminology.

All right.

So where is it?

Oh, wow.

That is very cool. Yeah, and very, very,
very fresh. Frustrating. I can't figure

it out.

Hey, Jim.

Hey, I thought today was your day off.

I had a couple things to catch up on.

When can I take a look at Gilman's car?

Oh, my team's almost finished.

What'd they find?

A couple partials, probably Gilman's.

Whatever that killer's looking for, it
ain't there.

How do you know that?

I mean, what if the killer was looking
for something small?

Or something that was disguised as
something else, like a radio knob or a

of carpet that had a little secret
writing on the bottom?

You know, why don't you go examine it
yourself?

I just might do that. Great.

Enjoying your day, Chief?

Yeah, actually, I am.

We just got back from the library. We've
almost got this mystery writing thing

figured out. Well, at least we think we
know who may have written it.

Really? In 1893, there was a fire that
wiped out the Cascade waterfront.

And instead of clearing the remains of
the old buildings, they just built right

on top of them. And where the dig is now
is right on top of where an old Masonic

lodge was.

Mason's? Yeah, well, the modern ones,
they do public service and stuff like

that, but they all grew out of a secret
society dating back hundreds of years

ago. Sacred rite, ceremonial costume,
you know.

Their own fraternal alphabet.

That's right, and the writing that we
found may belong to a sect of

Illuminati? Yeah, they were subversives.
Their main purpose was to infiltrate

Masonic lodges and to use the
memberships and the resources to affect

governments and sway the balance of
world power, stuff like that.

Huh. That's pretty ambitious for a group
of guys in furry hats with antlers.

Well, come on, Jim, we're not talking
about...

Fred Flintstone and the loyal lord of
the water buffalo here. I mean, these

were serious.

Yeah, you know, some of the most famous
men in history were Freemasons. There's

like 16 presidents and what, 53 to 56
signers of the Declaration of

Independence. Well, it's quite
interesting, but I doubt any of our

fathers had anything to do with Martin
Gilman's death.

Well, maybe whatever the killer was
looking for was something that Gilman

uncovered at the lodge.

You know what?

I've got this friend in D .C. He's
modeming us a pretty up -to -date

cryptography program. If we can crack
the Mason's Code, unravel the writing,

might be able to find it.

You know what? I bet it's here. I'm
going to look for it.

Bye -bye.

Wow.

She's pretty great, man.

Yeah.

Allison.

All right, sir, we're on our way.

Let's go, Chief.

What's going on?

Go ahead.

Why don't you step there?

Make sure you've got the door jammed.
Get back.

You ready to bet?

Yeah.

You all right, Sandberg?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

I can't just leave. She's a friend of
mine.

Hey, look, nobody's asking you to do
that, Jay. Did you know she was a

Uh, no.

Looks like she was giving herself an
injection.

Probably had an insulin reaction.

Isn't that kind of unusual?

No, not really. Uh, if a person
accidentally takes too much insulin or

haven't had enough to eat, diabetics
usually keep a stash of sugar around

in case.

See? That way they can reverse the
action quickly if they need to.

Okay, so Watson, at her desk, realized
she's having a reaction.

Stands up, probably feeling pretty dizzy
by now.

She trips, falls, hits her head.

I should have made it.

We'll have to wait for the ME's
preliminary report, but if you're right,

we're looking at here is probably just
an accidental death.

Accidental, sir?

I mean, first Gilman and now Dr. Watson.
I mean, that doesn't sound like a

coincidence to me.

Is your ego so big, Jim, that you can't
let another team take a field goal once

in a while? Hey, there's somebody dead
here, all right? This isn't some

event, all right?

I'm just going to go down the hall to my
lab.

Blair, I'm sorry.

This kind of trauma could have been made
by any sort of blunt instrument.

killer injected her in the same spot
where she injected herself.

What killer?

Where the hell is he going?

Just doing his thing. Doing his thing?
The evidence is all right here. Where is

he going?

There's your second hypodermic down
there.

Cassie, your theory was perfectly valid.

It was just what the killer wanted us to
think.

Maybe I just got lucky this time.

Ooh, pummeling's good.

Thank you.

Look, I'm going to go upstairs and check
on those prints we lifted off of

Watson's lab.

All right, I'll catch up with you later.

Okay.

Jim, this feels good, you know, working
together.

Fine.

Good.

at square one.

All my tests indicate it was smelted
over 100 years ago.

That's incredible.

Hey, but what is it? It's the thing that
got two people killed. Maybe, maybe.

Oh, come on, Jim.

Gilman had this thing so well hidden, a
whole team of forensics guys couldn't

find it.

What about that computer disk?

Oh, well, this thing's encrypted.

The only computer that's going to read
it is the one who wrote the file.

I've asked for a warrant to search
Gilman's place.

We'll run it on his computer.

Any luck with those prints?

No.

Watson's a couple of her students.

I heard.

You know, I mean, if this is what they
were after and they knew that Gilman had

it... You know, check out this irregular
side.

I mean, it doesn't seem like it's a
piece of a puzzle to you.

Hmm.

Yeah.

So if there's other pieces, maybe the
killer thought she had one of them.

Okay, so it's a puzzle. But, you guys,
the gold's only worth a couple thousand

dollars. I mean, come on. Not much to
kill for.

Yeah, but when you put it all together,
it's got to be worth a lot more.

Hands.

What does it make when you put it
together?

This is a treasure map?

How the hell are we going to figure it
out?

Don't worry.

We will.

Hey. Hey.

How you doing on the Mason's Code?

Oh, man, this program my friend sent me
is very cool.

It's based on the alphabetical system,
so whenever you feed into it, it

automatically translates.

Should be done pretty soon.

What's all that?

Well, this is our rain check, and the
beauty of it is we're here.

It's not a date. It's not even an
appointment.

Oh, come on. I'm serious. This is just
two friends having a casual working

dinner. That's all. Just relax.

Well, I am kind of hungry.

Good.

Fred Rice?

Who's got this?

I will never sue you wrong when it comes
to food.

Samber?

Where's Ellison? I don't know. It's
Saturday night. He might have a date.

Yeah, probably why he's not answering
his cell.

Look, the warrant came through for
Martin Gilman's apartment, so we could

over there and check it out.

Manager's waiting for us. If you see him
before I do, let him know. Okay.

Here, try some of this. I'll take it.

Here, try some of this.

It's really good.

Mmm.

Mmm, that's good.

Really good stuff.

Can I see you a minute privately?

Yeah.

What's up? Did you want some?

No, I don't want some.

Look, if there is anything going on here
besides fried shrimp, keep it off the

premises.

Right.

Good deal.

Right.

Hey,

Kogan's broken the code.

Well, did you put in our message yet?
It's coming through right now.

Let's see. Let's try the, uh... Let's
try the symbols from that little piece

that you found on the dig site. You
know, off the door?

Beware. There's no escaping the maze of
a secret chamber.

Well, you know, it's not uncommon for
Masonic lodges to have, uh, secret

Maybe this one's underground.

Protected by a maze.

You know what? Let's try the, um... the
symbols off that... that gold piece that

Jim found in Gilman's car.

It looked like part of a direction to a
secret room.

Yeah. What are they hiding down there? I
don't know, but whatever it was, it's

enough to kill someone over.

You know, and Gilman knew that.

That's why he encrypted the disc to keep
it secret. Oh, man.

Let's go.

What do you mean, let's go? Where?

Come on. We got the warrant.

Time was just set, so let's go.

Hey, hey, wait a minute, Cassie. Look, I
know I'm probably risking bodily harm

here, but... I am not a detective.

Well, yeah, that's right.

But I am a duly authorized agent of the
Cascade PD, empowered to collect

evidence based on a specific crime. I am
also a member of the team investigating

Gilman's murder.

Are you coming or not?

Gotta let Jim know what we're doing
before we go in there. You've already

him three times.

Yeah, so, well, I'm gonna call him
again.

Allison. Hey, Jim, where you been, man?

I took a friend to dinner. Where are
you? Well, I'm with Cassie.

The Gilman warrant came in and we're out
front. She wants to go in.

Put her on the phone.

All right, hang on.

He wants to talk to you.

Hello? I'm gonna be really calm about
this, Cassie. Oh, funny you don't sound

call.

Cassie. Jim?

I'm going to be there in ten minutes.
You stay put until I get there.

Well?

He said stay put.

So where are you going?

I'm going to stay put inside.

Cassie, come on. Don't do this to me.
You're putting me in a really weird

I'm Jim's partner.

Yeah, well, I work alone.

Well, good.

Because I'm going to stay here.

Alone.

Thanks. You're welcome.

What the hell gets into your head?

Look, I didn't touch anything. I just
touched the computer. Wait till you guys

get a load of this.

Where's Sandberg?

I don't know. He's in the car.

Maybe he went for coffee. I don't know.

Howdy, car.

He's a cop.

I'm not actually a cop. I'm only a...
Hey, shut up.

So?

We can't kill a cop.

Maybe you can't. Me. I got no problem
with the concept.

Yeah.

Are you coming or not?

Can you decipher it?

I don't know. Hey, quit stalling. You
already got half of it in there. This is

gonna take time unless you have a
scanner. Otherwise, I gotta program in

letter one at a time.

Then get to it.

You know what, man?

Just back off.

If you kill me now, you're never gonna
find what you're looking for.

Gold.

According to Gilman's research, the fire
wiped out more than just the

waterfront. When the fire took the
lodge, it took the entire leadership.

They were all killed.

And among them were two men thought to
be Illuminati. Now, there's a memoir

written in 1903 by this elderly mason.
He reports that there is a huge vault

filled with their collective assets in
gold bars hidden beneath the foundations

of the building.

Also, the Illuminati, they're keepers of
two golden keys that have instructions

leading to that vault.

But the bad news is nobody believed this
guy.

Why? He was institutionalized at the
time, dying of dementia.

Cut to 100 years later, Gilman digs up
one of these gold keys. Now, he's much

more interested in being rich and famous
than being a novice guy, so he cuts

Watson out of the loop, goes directly to
Cantor.

So once he knew about the gold, why
didn't Cantor start digging?

Well, that would have attracted too much
attention. I mean, he had to keep it

quiet. But why?

Greed.

Rumor is Cantor's broke.

He claims all of his money is tied up
offshore someplace, but banks all over

city are threatening to pull on his
loans.

Some people even say he had to go to the
mob to stay afloat.

If that's true, he could funnel the gold
through them and end up with millions

in tax -free cash.

It all seems to sync up.

Gilman suspected Watson had found the
other gold key, but was keeping it under

wraps so she could decipher the writing.

Gilman didn't tell Cantor, but... He
might have figured it out himself and

the killer to get it. That's right.

Where the hell is Sandberg?

Oh, man, my computer's gone.

Does he always leave his car open like
that?

What?

Steel tap.

The one on the boot prints we found.

The killer's got him.

What? The killer? What?

You first.

Let's just kill him now and get it over
with.

Because I want to make sure you program
this right.

Go. Get moving.

Let's go.

How did you know they were here?

A hunch.

Oops.

A hunch?

A hunch?

So what, you get to have hunches and I
don't get to have any hunches? What is

that about, huh? Hey, Wells, can we have
this discussion another time?

Maybe you better go back up.

Look, I want to be okay.

I want to help you. The way you can help
is to keep breathing.

Call Simon Banks for some backup. Now go
on.

There's six more pieces and it should be
up on your right.

I don't see anything.

Look hard.

Well, you know what? Maybe you're
reading the math wrong. Yeah?

And maybe you're screwed with the
program.

Okay, you make this thing work, or I'm
gonna shoot you in the spine, okay?

Got it?

You're right. Look, I read him wrong
there.

Seventeen pages.

Yeah.

So, yeah.

The battery's starting to run low on
juice.

Well, you know what? If this thing goes
dead, there's no other way out of here.

We'll never find our way out. We'd
better go upstairs and... Shut up. You

get a vote. Move your ass.

He's right. Why don't we just recharge
the battery and come back down?

You too.

Move.

Move!

Man, you gotta... Great,

now what?

I guess you're gonna have to dig, monkey
boy.

You know what, I don't think that's such
a good idea. Shut up and dig.

You too, old man, get your hands dirty.

Great, so quick to fall down on her head
that I'm not doing it anymore.

And you got no reason to live.

You all right, Chief?

Yeah, I'm fine. Hey, listen, I can
explain everything. Quiet!

Oh,

I knew it.

I knew it. This place is like a house of
cards. Take away a couple of these

bricks, the whole thing's going to fall.

Everybody out!

Let's go.

Oh, man. I still don't get how you guys
found your way out of that maze.

Let's just say that Jim's got a really
good sense of direction.

A little luck helps.

Hey, Jim.

I got word back from Cantor's
construction foreman. They've done some

excavating. If that gold vault doesn't
exist, it's buried under puddings

already poured.

Wouldn't be cost effective to get it out
of there.

Wouldn't be cost effective. Can't
believe that.

Also confirmed your reasons for Cantor's
working for the mob.

Very good work, Wells.

Asset to the department.

Thank you.

But I have two words of advice.

Don't fraternize.

Jim, thank you for giving me full credit
on figuring out Cantor's deal. Thank

you.

Well, you deserved it.

I think it's time we had a little talk,
okay?

Uh -oh, sounds serious. I think we all
know what's going on here, right?

Oh, look, Jim, I think that you're
probably... Before it gets to be a

we just need to set some ground rules.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

I think we should decide to be just
friends.

All of us. And stick to it.

You think you guys can handle that?

Uh -huh. Okay.

Fine.

Doodles.

Goodbye.

I think we should just be friends.

Right. You want some of this?

Bring it on.