All language subtitles for Bones S06E19 The Finder

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# A good idea
till your will is due #

# Is go out to that place
on the Tortous Bayou #

- # Well, maybe get lucky
Maybe get shot #

# It couldn't be half
the trouble I got #

# Tortous Bayou
Turn around #

How do we even find these remains?

We passed the middle of nowhere
about an hour ago.

That's not a legitimate
geographical reference.

Anonymous call gave us
the exact G.P.S. coordinates.

Everglades makes it F.B.I. jurisdiction.

Bones makes it your jurisdiction.

That is right.

Male. Late 20s.

Visually impaired.

I kinda figured that out
with the glass eye there.

So where are the clothes?
There's no clothes.

Well, when you wanna get rid of a body...

you don't want nothing between
the teeth and the meat.

Extensive evidence of mammal...

fish, reptile and bird scavenging.

This appears to be scoring
from human teeth.

Yeah, we get that.

Cannibals?

Feral hogs. Hogs got people teeth.

I know a guy made his own
set of dentures that way.

- Feral hogs?
- Mm-hmm.

Sure.

Ah. The serial number...

for this prosthetic eye is discernible.

Great. That's all I need.
Just give me the serial number.

I'll just text it back
to the Miami field office...

and we'll know the identity
before we even get back to civilization.

- Isn't that right, Sheriff?
- You bet.

You identified Sam
through his glass eye?

Acrylic eye. Yes.

Does that mean his eye
is all that's left of him?

- Well-
- Pretty much.

Yeah, I'd say pretty much.

So, Nozik- he worked here
as a security guard?

Yes. I'm the museum's head curator.

We specialize
in historical maritime artifacts.

- Was it some kind of an accident?
- Body dump.

Murder?

- Who would murder Sam?
- Traditionally that is the question we ask.

Did he have any problems, issues-
you know, things like that?

There's something you should see.

That's Sam Nozik?

Yes. He failed to report
for work 10 days ago.

Seventy-two hours later,
we reported him missing.

That's the last footage we have of Sam.

What is he doing?

Something sneaky.
That's for sure. I mean, look at him.

He stole an 18th-century
nautical chart fragment.

Our most recent acquisition.

- What's it worth?
- Well, that depends who you talk to.

Well, we're talking to you.

It's worthless until it's authenticated.

Authenticated as what?

The final resting place...

of the Spanish treasure ship
Santa Esperanza.

She sank during a storm
in the spring of 1774.

Treasure ship?

So when you say "worthless," what you
actually mean is the exact opposite.

No.

Yes. I get your point.

But there have literally been dozens
of these things over the years...

and none has turned out to be authentic.

When it comes to such things,
it's realistic to be a pessimist.

Well, it looks like your security guard
was an optimist.

Bones, you know those guys
who use a forked stick...

- to find water in the desert?
- Diviners?

Yeah, I know one.

I know a man who can do third-degree
polynomial equations in his head.

No. Bones, I'm not trying to have
a conversation with you here.

What I'm saying to you is...

I actually know somebody
I can put on the case.

To find the treasure?

Treasure maps have gotten people killed
for hundreds of years.

It's a chart, Booth. Charts reference
water. Maps reference land.

Find the map, find the murderer.

Possibly. How does he find things?

This son of a bitch
has got the "finder power."

Which one is the son of a bitch?

The him there who isn't a "her" or the
big man that's reading a book. Come on.

Walter?

- Walter?
- You mind?

We got an important
philiosophical debate to resolve.

I think you mean "philosophical"...

which also does not apply
to "ninja versus samurai."

- Samurai.
- No, you know what? He's right.

I definitely go with him.
Ninja is all stealth.

My bet, straight up- right on the warrior.

Nobody said anything about a bet, Booth.
You still gambling?

It's a figure of speech, Wally.

Who sent you?

We need you to find something.

Of course you need him to find
something. That's what he does.

His question was,
and I quote, "Who sent you?"

- Who are you?
- Leo, Walter's legal adviser.

Ike there is his bartender. Who are you?

I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan
from the Jeffersonian Institute.

All right, look.
Are you still on retainer with the F.B. I?

If you were legitimate F.B.I.,
you'd know the answer to that question.

I'm gonna have to see some credentials.

- Okay.
- Oh.

See that? F.B.I. No.

- How about you?
- Here you go.

- No, don't give him that. No-
- Why not?

Just give- That's gonna be bad.

Too late now.

- He's very suspicious.
- Why did you give him that?
You're not sup-

You shouldn't just-

Now he's biting my I.D.
He's gonna ruin the magnetic strip!

- Give me the I.D., Wally.
Wally, give me the I.D.
- I'm not done with it.

Give me the I.D., Wal-

Give it back!

Give back the I.D., Wally!

Stop it! Leo! Leo!

You provoked this upon yourself.

Let me know how things turn out.

Little help?

Leo, where you going?

- Cold beer while you wait?
- Give me back the I.D.!

Wait for what?

- Not- Not- Ow!
- Get out-

For the boys to get reacquainted.

I could arrest you
for assaulting a federal officer.
You know that, right?

Wouldn't do you any good.

A while back, I found
the attorney general's son in a crack den.

What is the connection
between those two statements?

Walter here has a, uh- should we say
a guardian angel on his shoulder.

Isn't that right, Wally?
We can't touch him.

People are very grateful
when it comes to the "what was
once lost and now is found."

Hey, Pudge here is blind in one eye.

How can you tell?

It's the way he holds up
that scrap of whatever it is to the light.

- Whatever it is is a map.
- It's a chart fragment, Mr. Sherman.

Oh, please. Call me Walter.

Seriously? Focus, can we? Thank you.

Really.

Are you two sleeping together?

- No.
- No.

Would you sleep with me?

You know what? You find the map,
maybe you got a shot.

What?

He's drunk.
Look at him wobble and belch.

Uh, what kind of chart fragment?

It's a treasure map.
The last location was
the Santa something.

Esperanza.

Santa Esperanza.
So are you in, or are you out?

You're supposed to
find that Chinese satellite...

what crashed to earth in East Texas.

- That doesn't sound real.
- Oh, it's real.

I'll squeeze you in for my old compadre.

But I am the finder. You're the catchers.

I don't know what that means.

It means I'll find the chart fragment...

but it's on you guys to catch the killer.

Great. Done deal. Let's go, Bones.

Okay. Uh, can I get
your cell number, please?

Why? N-No. Who-Who told you
to get my cell phone number?

Uh-oh. Just relax.
Don't be paranoid.

In case I obtain any helpful information
from the victim's remains back in D.C.

What exactly do you expect to find from
a cracked-up bag of old bones?

Bones has her thing...

just like Walter here, all right?

Except my thing is real, not
some imaginary "finder power."

All right. I accept your challenge.

What challenge?

He's upset that you said
his finder power isn't real.

Tell me what you lost, and I'll find it.

I haven't lost anything.

Everybody's lost something.

Bones- Okay.

Tell him-

Tell him about that thing
that you won that you lost.

Just tell him.

In seventh grade, I won...

first place in my school science fair.

I lost the medal. I went to-

Yeah. That's all I need.

Do you guys want
Ike to fly you back to D. C?

She can have you there in a couple hours.

She's your bartender and your pilot?

What's with the sudden interest in Ike?

You know what?
We're gonna fly commercial,
so why don't you go back inside...

and find yourself a necktie, all right?

Come on, Bones. Let's go.
Chop-chop. Come on. Here we go.

Fly commercial.
They know where you're at at all times.

You get any kind of vibe
of Pudge's place, Ike?

500 square feet. One bedroom, one bath.

Crap neighborhood.

600 bucks a month max.

Pudge pulled down
375 a week.

Guy was totally
living within his means.

- You're saying he wasn't
any kind of master thief.
- Total novice.

Tell you what.
Somebody hired him to steal that map.

Well, no hidden key.

Break and enter?

Yeah, I'm-a risk it. You wanna come with?

I'm your legal adviser,
not your accomplice.

I miss you already.

He's not crazy. Where I come from...

we call Walter's gift Darna Shealladh-
the second sight.

Yeah, right.
'Cause, uh, you're from Scotland.

You know what happens, don't you...

the day Walter can't find
what he's looking for?

You ever think that maybe that's why
you and me were put with Walter...

to make sure that never happens?

We both owe the man our lives.

"Then thy shall walk in thy way safely."

Do you know what you are?

You're an enablizer.

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# Something ain't right #

# I'm gonna get myself
I'm gonna get myself #

# I'm gonna get myself
connected #

# I ain't gonna go blind #

# For the light
which is reflected #

# I see through you #

# I see through you #

# I see through you #

# I see through you #

# Your dirty tricks #

# You make me sick #

# I see through you #

# I see through you #

# I'm gonna do it again #

# I'm gonna do it again #

# Oh #

# I'm gonna do it again #

# I'm gonna do it again #

- # Gotta do right #
- # I'm gonna do it again #

- # 'Cause something ain't right #
- # I'm gonna do it again #

# If you make sure
you're connected #

# The writing's on the wall #

# But if your mind's neglected #

# Stumble, you might fall #

# Stumble, you might fall #

# Stumble, you might fall #

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# Oh #

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Who is this?

It's me.

You've been in there long enough.

Okay, story so far-

Clinically depressed. No girlfriend.

Weight issues. Mucho health problems.

Recently sold all his belongings
except for hundreds of man books.

Adventure, porn, crime, spy
or how to kill grizzly bears with a spoon?

Crime, except for one.

No pets, no friends, no computer.

No wonder he was depressed.

No, he was depressed
because he was dying.

In the video the guy's drunk,
but this house is dryer than Saudi Arabia.

So, bad guy bribes Pudge
to steal the map.

Pudge reads too many tough-guy books...

imagines himself a hard-boiled crook...

shows up at the meet
all whiskeyed up for courage...

without the map.

Demands more money,
gets himself murdered.

Yeah. His place get tossed?

Nope. Clean as a nun's closet.

Indicating Pudge told them
where to find the map...

most likely after torture.

Otherwise, the place would be
upside down and inside out.

Who is this?

It's Dr. Brennan at the Jeffersonian.

Don't you have caller I. D?

Caller I.D. doesn't
tell you who's calling.

It tells you who the phone company
wants you to think is calling.

Hey, did you find out
that the victim was terminally ill?

Yes.

His mitral valve is completely calcified.
How did you know?

He had pyramids
on the ceiling of his bedroom.

Pyramids indicate heart disease?

Of all the things humans created,
pyramids stood the test of time best.

Dying people invest all sorts
of meaning in them.

So, uh, did you find any signs of torture?

Yes, I did.

Three fingers were dislocated
shortly before death.

It's possible,
given his heart condition...

that the victim died
with his secret intact.

Nope. He told the killer
where to find the map.

Well, do you know where?

Poor man's safety-deposit box.

I don't know what that means.

Pawn shop. You got anything else?

No, I'm done.

Uhh. Me too.

For each person who goes in,
three come out...

and none of them
is carrying merchandise.

Perfect setup for receiving stolen goods.

Frau Beckenbauer? Guten Tag.

Ja, mein Name ist Walter Sherman.

Oh. Hello.

"Ist"du Frau Becken-
who was Temperance Brennan's-

Hey, Ike, how do you say
"foster parent" in German?

What makes you think
you're speaking German?

Here in America, you're considering
false redemption of a pawn ticket.

- Theft. Identity theft.
- Yeah. I'm-a risk it.

"Dast" in seventh-grade
science fair medal denn?

lmpersonation with attempt to defraud.

Thank you very much.

Totally understood me.

How strange that must be for you.

Tortious malfeasance.

I'm-a risk it.

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I'd like to redeem this item.

Unless you issued a false ticket,
it's a ukulele.

Although you spelled "ukulele" wrong.
Too many E's and L's, unless-

Is that some kind of code?

Law says that for 60 days
I can only redeem the item
to the pawner, Mr. Sam Nozik-

which is exactly whom you are not.

We could get a warrant
if that's the route you prefer.

Hmm. Big ups for the Mod Squad
impersonation, but no way you're cops.

Although... I'm always up for handcuffs.

- You know what? Come here.
- Wh-

Recently you had problems
with the city, right?

Plumbing? Health? Vermin?

Ah! Definite twitch on "vermin."

They shut us down for a whole week.

Right. Cops did that
so they could install surveillance.

Don't believe me, ask them.

Those cheating bastards.

Aw, that's a shame right there.

What happened to it?

- Girl smashed it to bits.
- A girl?

I figured it was the guy's girlfriend.
Mad at him, right?

I give you this insight
in a spirit of cooperation.

The girlfriend who smashed it-
what's her name?

Benjamin B. Benjamin.

$300? That's one hell of a ukulele.

She maybe fished some piece of paper
out of it before she vamoosed.

What else are you keeping from us?

Don't take that tone with the lovely lady.

What else do we have
to give in exchange?

Right. Well, what local cops
like to do these days...

is they set up their own feed
through your surveillance cameras.

I didn't get no name...

but she had a tattoo across her chest-

"Do Not Resuscitate."

- ##
- ##

Walter, I told you,
when you found me a set...

of ivory irezumi tattoo needles
from the jomon period...

anything you need, I'm your guy.

All I know, it's a girl,
"Do Not Resuscitate" across her chest.

Across her chest? Daddy issues,
self-loathing. Possibly a lesbian.

What would be good is an actual name.

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Anyone know an Ellen with "Do Not
Resuscitate" inked across her boobs?

- No, man.
- I don't know nothing.

Why?

Spider indicates drugs,
color blue means meth.

Hey, are you in charge
of meth distribution...

in all of southern Florida
or just this county?

Leo! Leo.

As a peaceful man, I'm gonna ask you
politely to please let my friend go.

Or what?
You're gonna recite me a poem?

"Peace goes into the making of a poet...

as flour goes into the making of bread."

Who the hell is that?

Oh, that's my legal adviser.

- ##
- # Yeah #

Bartender's dealing Ecstasy,
bikers get a cut of the pool tables...

and they're running whores.

I didn't bring you here
for your systems analysis.

Well, why did you bring me here?

# Yeah #

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Well, well.
"Do Not Resuscitate."

Brittany Stephenson.

It looks like the biker didn't lie to Leo.

Yeah, well, people never lie to Leo.

So I asked you why'd you bring me here?

Oh, Rusty says she's a lesbian.
I just need you to distract her.

How?

Uh, buy her a drink.

Ah, something suggestive,
like a- ooh, a Slippery Nipple.

I am not a lesbian.

I just have a confident demeanior.

All right?

Oh-

Oi, oi. Have a look.

Looks like Rusty got
the old lesbian factor wrong.

Oh, this one's mine.

Okay. How's my breath?

She smuggles meth to bikers.

She tortured the fat man till he died.

She doesn't give a toss about your breath.

Ah, I'm-a risk it.

Okay, while I distract her,
you break into her vehicle.

Maybe we get lucky, find the stolen chart
in the glove compartment.

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# I'm gonna play
I'm gonna play today, yeah #

# I'm gonna play
I'm gonna play #

# Yeah ##

Hey, you live on a boat?

You're like herpes-
impossible to get rid of.

The Screw You?

My motto. Take it personal.

Okay, so a tattoo, "Do Not Resuscitate."
A boat, Screw You.

I got concerns about your self-esteem.

Do you have any idea
the black market on organs?

That tattoo is like an open invitation...

to wake up in a bathtub
packed full of ice, no kidneys.

I'll look out for my organs.
You look out for yours.

Are we alone?

How do you mean?

I mean, is someone watching us?

You've got some kind of mental problems.
Am I right?

Well, two tours in Iraq
left me a little suspicious...

but otherwise, I am a fully functioning
male machine.

Well, hooking up with loony tunes
like you has left me a little suspicious.

The tide's shifting now, so-

What is that?

I don't know. Some kind of a telescope?
It belongs to a client.

Well, I gotta shove off, so... sayonara.

Which is Chinese for "get lost."

When can I see you again?

Walter, you're cute.

But if today works out,
you'll never see me again.

Nobody will.

Because I'll be gone.

I could find you.

In my experience, men don't try that hard.

I'm, like, a whole new experience.

Once I start looking for you,
I will find you.

Why are you being so persistent?

I'm not that pretty.

Well, that's crazy. You're beautiful.

That's a good-bye kiss. All right?

Are you sure you don't want me
to come with you now? Just to be safe?

Now, Walter, who the hell ever
got anything worth getting by being safe?

The chart fragment's
got to be on that boat.

The chart fragment's
got to be on that boat.

I octopused her. I couldn't find the map
anywhere on her person.

- How about you?
- Nothing in her truck.

- Not even a VIN number.
- Ah. Chop shop vehicle.
All stolen bits and pieces?

Mm-hmm. Nice girl.

Yeah, a girl who kisses a guy
to make him go away-

that's a nice form of rejection.

Seriously, Walter?

Can you imagine how many blokes
she's driven away with that mouth?

Brittany's got the original chart.

We'll get the next best thing.

Dr. Brennan?

Mr. Sherman-

- What's this?
- As promised.

Aw.

You did it. That's- Uh-

I was going to say impossible...

but clearly it's not impossible, but-

I-I- I lost this.

Are you impressed?

I'd like to impress you.

Why?

The usual reasons.

This-

This is me and-
my mom.

I...

am extremely grateful.

It's amazing how many times
people ask me to find something, but...

the real treasure's
something else altogether.

Did you come all this way
just to bring me this?

Yes.

And to ask if you got somebody
in this lab that can recreate...

the missing chart fragment
from the museum's security footage.

Yes. Yes. I, um-

Angela Montenegro
has been working on that.

I will take you to her-

to her office.

It's, um-

The security footage
includes several dozen frames...

from slightly different angles,
so we should be able to get
a pretty good image.

- How accurate will this be?
- 100 percent.

Who are you?

I'm her husband.

Huh. Are you rich?

Okay, where did that come from?

On a scale of one to 10, she's an 11.

Well, thank you, Mr. Sherman.

Yeah, you're a seven. So if you're rich,
it just explains the discrepancy.

Really?

Boys?

The navigator's name
was Absalon Fidalgo.

You know, this looks faint,
but it looks as though...

this is the location
where he abandoned ship.

Impossible. That'll put it northwest
of the Campeche Bank.

"Seguid vuestro jefe."

"Follow your leader."

Now that is an obvious
reference to Jesus Christ...

and his representative
on earth, the pope...

Which puts the prime meridian in Rome...

not Greenwich, England.

And that pulls the shipwreck
way over toward Key West.

You're pretty confident
of your arithmetic!

I did it by pen, pencil,
abacus and calculator.

- Leo did it in his head.
- It's correct!

Then we are here.

- Maybe when I'm down there,
you two keep an eye out.
- For Brittany?

I'm more concerned about
who she's working for.

Would you get a grip?

You're in denial that
she tortured Pudge to death.

There was a sextant on her boat.
She thought it was some kind
of telescope for a client.

Now, he was probably below decks,
which is why she wouldn't
let me on board.

That... is our bad guy.

Very plausible interpretation.

Yeah, I'm sure she's the nice kind
of meth smuggler.

Got anything?

Nah. You got anything going on up there?

Oil tanker maybe 10 miles east.

You might want to rethink your math.

You see anything?

Yeah.

What'd you find, Walter?

What do you got, amberjacks?

Not amberjacks.

Brittany. Brittany Stephenson.

I suspect drowning.

That is a good guess, since Walter here
found her at the bottom of the ocean.

Really? Sarcasm? Because
this body shouldn't even be here.

It should be on a coroner's lab in Miami.

I'm working for the feds. This is a federal
institution. Who are you working for?

- Me.
- No. Not. That's not true.

In Cam's defense,
there's no singular autopsy finding...

pathognomonic of drowning.

- Oh.
- "Oh," what? You find something?

What is that?

Well, it was in too far
for her to have swallowed it on her own.

My guess is that her accomplice
goes diving with her.

There's no treasure.
He gets angry and blames Brittany...

realizing that she's the only witness
to the murder of Sam Nozik.

Rips off her regulator
and jams that down her throat.

- Wait a second. Is that blood?
- Yeah.

- I don't think it's all hers.
- Enough for D.N. A?

If our killer's in the database.

Wow!

More than enough.

She bit the attacker's finger off.

- Unfortunately-
- Wow.

digestive fluids degraded
the fingerprints.

Don't touch that, Wally! That's evidence.

- Please. Come on.
- This is the original stolen
chart fragment.

My work's done.

What's this?

Itemized invoice for my expenses-
mostly fuel for Ike flying me
back and forth.

But we haven't solved the murder.

- Yeah. Two murders.
- Two murders. We haven't solved
two murders.

You hired me to find the missing chart
fragment. Eureka. Ta-da. Bingo.

Mission accomplished. I found it.

Uh, technically, I found it.
In her throat.

Brittany's body was submerged
under 80 feet of water
in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico.

I brought her here to you.
I'm pretty sure that's the impressive part.

That's true. If it weren't for Walter...

her remains would never
have been discovered.

Seriously?

Before I tell you what I know...

I want you to promise me
the church will get the treasure.

You got a deal, Eddie.

Please. Address me as "Excellency."
I'm a bishop.

Bishop schmishop.

We're here because you're an expert
on Vatican treasure ships.

Ironic, isn't it?

He helped me find my faith
when I'd lost it.

Now my faith is the thing
about me he likes least.

Where exactly do the three nails appear?

- Here.
- "Seguid vuestro jefe."

"Follow your leader."

Right after the chart was soaked in blood.

But that shouldn't bother you, Eddie.

You drink a goblet of the stuff every day
when you give Communion.

Why is Walter angry at God this time?

The blood belongs to a girl.

Not just a girl. A girl girl.

And Walter intends to find her killer.

I'm sorry, Walter.
She'll be in my prayers.

Yeah.

Your navigator had a secret.

So he used a special ink
which would only appear...

when exposed to breast milk,
semen or blood.

Was he a Freemason or something?

Worse.
Three nails means he was a Jesuit.

Jesuits are Catholic. You're a Jesuit.

Uh- Excellency.

At the time of the sinking
of the Santa Esperanza...

the Jesuits had been
abolished by Pope Clement.

And why should that make a difference?

A Protestant measures from
the Greenwich Observatory in England.

A Catholic from the dome
of St. Peter's Basilica in Rome.

What about a closet Jesuit?

From the Copernican Observatory...

on Monte Mario.

Thanks, Bish.

Walter, please sit.

I owe you my immortal soul.

I wish to discuss the brain damage
you suffered in Iraq.

I'm gone.

Don't bless me. I hate that.

You know,
you really should have broached
the subject of his mental health...

before you told him
what he needed to know.

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Is that decaf?

Decaf's what you ordered, isn't it?

I didn't ask you what I ordered.
I asked you what you brought me.

Don't punish her because you're mad
at Ike and Eddie and God and yourself.

Tell him it's decaf.

It's decaf.

Hey, why doesn't a cup of decaf cost
more than a cup of normal coffee?

Why should it?

It goes through the whole extra process
to remove the caffeine, right?

So why doesn't it cost more?

What's the coffee industry up to?

People don't like to pay more for
something that's had something removed.

- It's human psychology.
- It's the coffee thing?

Show him the pot.

See? Orange.

Orange is for decaf.

Oh, yeah? Who came up with that rule?

Walter's upset that you
and Eddie ganged up on him.

No.

When friends conspire
to help someone they love...

it isn't really conspiracy, is it?

You know, we don't understand
why you choose to remain handicapped.

How is he handicapped?
He can find anything.

And he's so paranoid he can't
enjoy a simple cup of coffee.

How is it paranoia when my best friends
are actually conspiring behind my back?

I'm not in this.

My people believe
that gifted individuals like Walter...

hear Akashwani, or a voice from the sky.

You think if you get treatment
for your brain damage...

you lose your finding mojo.

That's just nuts.

No, it's not nuts, Ike. It's true.

Okay.

There is an infinite,
thrumming, unseen web...

that joins everything.

Everything is connected
to everything else.

I mean, this fact is nearly impossible
for us to grasp...

because we are just mollusks-

shut up tight at the bottom
of a dark, cold ocean...

trying to make sense of stars
that we cannot even see.

I challenge everything
because when I do...

a quick bolt of electricity
jolts between two elements...

that otherwise appeared unconnected.

You call it paranoia. I call it epiphany.

If you want me to give that up
so I can enjoy a cup of decaf coffee-

I'm sorry. I can't do that.

"Take me out of this dull world...

for I would ride with you upon the wind!"

What? What does that mean, Leo?

Huh? What the hell
are you two talking about?

Come on, Ike. I'll be fine.

Just so long as the world is
full of lost things that need to be found.

You do know that the only infinite,
thrumming web is right in here.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry. My mistake.

It wasn't decaf.

- I'm gonna bring you a new pot.
- Wow.

Every single time.

Akashwani.

Booth, Dr. Hodgins has something
very important to tell you.

- What?
- There are three nails on the chart.

- Here. See? Clear as day.
- So?

The three nails were purposely rendered
in a kind of invisible ink.

It reacts to blood, semen, breast milk.

Let's just get to the important part
and then we'll go back to the boring stuff.

If you want, we can figure out
where to find that treasure.

Since the dawn of navigation,
latitude has never changed.

Everyone was always in agreement.

The equator is zero degrees.
No question, no debate.

But not longitude.

Now we all agree that the Greenwich
Observatory is zero degrees longitude.

But back in the olden days,
there were hundreds of prime meridians...

all of them completely arbitrary.

Where did the ship go down?

The navigator of the Santa Esperanza...

didn't base his calculations
on St. Peter's Basilica?

No. Because if he had...

the treasure would be exactly where
Walter Sherman found that girl's body.

Now, the navigator
of the Santa Esperanza was a Jesuit.

Since this is where Fidalgo studied...

I'd put my money
on the Copernican Observatory.

Look at that.

I tell you, they're pretty close together.

But at the bottom of the ocean...

you might as well be
a hundred miles apart.

Do you think that Walter found this out?

I don't know how he could have.

He did. He's got the finder power.

Is that real?

Yes. It's real.

God, I hate that son of a bitch.

The Santa Esperanza
went down right here.

Those are the exact coordinates.

Have you verified
the location of the wreck?

Once we realized the navigator
was Jesuit, it was child's play.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

It's a genuine 17th-century...

Madonna Della Strada.

It's from the Santa Esperanza.

I'm astounded.

My gift from me to you.

Oh.

I apologize.

Jesuit, you say?

The navigator was a secret Jesuit.

What led you to that conclusion?

Blood on the chart revealed a secret sign.

Blood?

Your blood, to be precise.

The injured hand in and of itself...

does not satisfy the requirements
of reasonable doubt.

I saw a 300-year-old
sextant on Brittany's boat.

- Where else could that
have come from but this place?
- Circumstantial at best.

What do you want?

Oh, you must feel terrible.

Just a slight mathematical adjustment,
you could have had it all to yourself.

You're not police. So what do you want?

- What do I want?
- Yeah.

I want Brittany Stephenson
not to be dead.

Ike advised me to kill him.

Discussing murder not only
makes it conspiracy...

but confirms premeditation.

I advise against homicide.

- Ah, I'm-a risk it.
- Walter.

I'll be grievously offended...

if you kill him with our Blessed Mother.

Ah, I'd never risk that, Leo.

Maybe I could just arrest him
for stealing that treasure.

How is finding a treasure stealing?

He was working for the F.B.I., right?
When he found that treasure.

He can't just keep it.

- Why do you dislike Walter so much?
- Okay, look.

Rebecca was in labor with Parker.

I wanted to be there
for the birth of my son, right?

- Right.
- So I can't get a pass.

So I go AWOL. So what happens?

Military police sends Walter
after me to find me.

I'm standing there
holding my newborn son...

and in comes the finder,
and he handcuffs me right there.

- Well, it was his job.
- His job?

Sometimes, you know,
in this line of work...

as a human being,
you just have to look the other way.

This is my chance to get a little payback.
That's all.

Oh.

Hey! G-man, skeleton babe...

we've been looking all over town for you.

- Okay.
- Is this the treasure?

- Yeah, it better be.
- Better be?

Yeah, because if it's not,
I'm gonna arrest Walter. Is he in there?

Which is why Walter decided
to skip this little meeting.

- Arrest him on what charge?
- Booth says...

that Walter found the treasure
while under contract to the F.B.I.,
so he can't keep it.

Legally speaking
and acting upon my advice...

Mr. Sherman had already quit
his consultant's position at the Bureau...

at the time he located
the Santa Esperanza.

- That's true.
- What?

He presented us with a bill. Good one.

Don't sound impressed. That's not- No.

He reported the location
of the treasure to the original owners.

What? The Roman Catholic Church?

Yeah, that's right. Take it up with them.

Booth, this isn't the treasure.

There's a human being in here.

- Oi, oi. Leo, off we go then.
- All right.

Oh, oh, oh! No, no, no, no, no, no.
You kidnapped somebody?

There's a fine line between kidnapping
and citizen's arrest.

I'm signaling my intention to pull out
into traffic now.

No, you're not, 'cause if you do...

I'll add fleeing the scene
to my list of charges.

I'm sure you'll find that Walter exceeded
the terms of your contract.

Booth, you said that sometimes
we look the other way.

Lambert Chaisson.

Hey, buddy.

Got an extra finger. You wanna try it on?

"Drowned kitten...

versus fat girl smoking."

That depends on if you like cats.

Are we discussing which is sadder,
or which is more depressing?

Same thing.

No. Depressing is
a matter of personal taste...

whereas sad is universal.

Drowned kitten is sadder.
Fat girl smoking is more depressing.

Walter?

He's thinking about the bone lady.

Optimitist...

versus fool.

Optimist, without a doubt.

Fool, without a doubt.

I can't be the sole individual...

who's noticed that the only thing
Walter can't find...

is lasting love.

Until now.

But the bones lady- she could be the one.

Here you go.

I told you, Bones. Finder power.

There's a rational explanation
for his abilities.

It's not magic.

Maybe not, but it sure is magicky.

What do you call my amazing
abilities behind my back?

Yours would be
a rigorous application of training...

with an intense attention to detail.

Cheers.

I think Walter did look the other way...

the day that Parker was born.

Seriously? Looked the other way?

He handcuffed me
in front of my newborn son.

A newborn can see at best...

only between eight and 15 inches.

Parker probably wouldn't
remember anyway.

But more importantly...

Walter waited until
after you had a chance...

to hold your newborn
before he arrested you.

You know, I don't like the son of a bitch.

And you- There you go.

And you can't make me.

- Cheers to that.
- Fair enough.

All right? Got your medal back.

Just remember, all right-

What's that mean?

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