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Again?

Can't you guys keep your hands
off each other

for like one minute?

The least you can do
is ask me to join you!

Fine by me.

In your dreams!
We weren't doing anything.

But then, what's that sound
coming from?

Oh. You're here.

Yep. I'm here.

No, it's just normally
you drop by my office to say hi.

Carlos is tutoring me

for a big test
I've got coming up.

You're more than welcome
to join us,

assuming you know anything
about leiomyosarcomas.

I do. Or, I did.

But that
and trigonometry

both left my head
after I graduated, so...

Okay.

I've got an LMS

on the retroperitoneum.
Mm.

This one
is a benign leiomyo.

I concur.
And this one looks like

it started in the uterus,
and it spread.

Are you sure the second one
isn't just a fibroid?

No.
Positive.

I mean, I was, until Carlos
put words in my mouth.

How'd they get past
your foot?

You know, I've been wondering
the same thing myself.

Who are you again?
Hi, I'm --

Callie. Callie.

Oh. Callie. O-kay.

So, I just got a call
from Marine Patrol Services.

We've got a floater.
Body's been I.D.'d as Johnny Hasker.

So it's high-profile.
Johnny Hasker?

You know this guy?

Yeah, I-I mean,
I-I've heard of him.

Everybody in Florida's
heard of Johnny Hasker.

Nephew of
big Jack Hasker.

Somebody else in Florida
everyone's heard about.

Look, 10 years ago,
Jack Hasker,

his son Hal,
and his nephew Johnny --

the dead guy.
Yeah.

They found a shipwreck
of a Spanish galleon

called the Granada,

and they pulled up
the biggest sunken treasure

ever recovered
in the U.S. --

$400 million...

Hmm.
...Of gems, gold, and silver.

Well, there's my first clue.

Well, that's
one good reason

someone will be dead,
right?

Right?
Mm-hmm.

Well, it's just she
normally comes by and says hi.

You think you're the only thing
she thinks about?

Trust me -- with a test on
leiomyosarcomas coming up,

she has other things
on her mind.

So I shouldn't take it
personally?

No, of course you should
take it personally.

All right, I'm gonna
go out on a limb

and say this weird-ass knife
is the cause of death.

That is a weird-ass knife.

That the victim's yacht?

Yep.
And our crime scene.

Based on the bloating

and the tide cycle which carried
him from his boat to here,

I'd say he's been in the water
about 10 to 12 hours,

which puts the time of death
at 3:00 A.M.

Well, it's big,
but it's not much for a guy

who found $400 million worth
of sunken treasure.

They didn't get to
keep it all.

The Haskers fought the Spanish
government in court for years

over ownership.

The Haskers got a third,
Spain got a third,

and lawyers from both
governments divvied up the rest.

Well, as long as the lawyers
got paid.

Looks like Johnny was stabbed
down in the cabin,

staggered up here,

and then went over the side
into the water.

Someone's idea
of a romantic evening?

A little wine,
stabbing by candlelight,

and ransack the place.

Maybe Johnny
walked in on a burglary --

somebody
after his doubloons --

and, uh, things
got out of hand.

Doubloons?

Gold and silver coins.
Yeah, I know what they are.

All right,
so, answer me this.

If the killer
was after his gold,

why did he erase
all the coordinates

from Johnny's GPS?

Maybe somebody didn't want anybody
to know where Johnny had been.

Or where he had been suggests
he was onto something

worth killing
a treasure hunter for

and stealing all his gold.

I was a damn good Detective
in Chicago.

Until a disagreement
with my boss

encouraged me to pack it up
and make a change.

So I put the Windy City
in my rearview

and headed
to the Sunshine State

to kick back, play some golf,
work on my tan,

maybe write the occasional
speeding ticket.

Yeah, well...

That didn't work out.

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So the Haskers
pour their life savings

into finding the Granada,

only to have to
give two-thirds of it

over to the Spanish government
and cutthroat lawyers?

That had to suck.
Yeah.

He left Florida
with wannabe treasure hunters

searching our coasts
for any of the hundreds

of shipwrecks
rumored to be out there.

But they didn't find anything
even close to the Granada.

Big Jack and Hal --
they put their share

into searching for a, uh, wreck
called the Magdalena,

an even bigger
sunken treasure.

The Magdalena?
Yeah.

Johnny took his cut,
left the industry,

opened up
a seafood restaurant.

The restaurant business?

There's a risky venture.

Oh, I'm sorry for the loss

of your business partner,
Mr. Ellison.

Did he ever regret giving up
the treasure-hunting business

for the restaurant business?
No.

Johnny always said treasure
hunters die old and broke.

Not like with a restaurant,

where you go broke
young and alive, huh?

I'm not gonna lie to you.

This place
is circling the drain.

And took your investment
with it?

Which is why I killed
my partner, right?

It's not unheard of.
Thank you.

Look, Johnny's name was
the one asset this place has --

it certainly
wasn't the food --

and my one chance
at a return.

So, I'm sorry,
but I had no reason to kill him.

Well, someone did.

Did you talk to his Uncle?

Big Jack Hasker?

Yeah. Nice guy,
larger than life.

Loved Johnny like a son.

His real son, however --
there was some pretty bad blood

between Hal and Johnny,
as far as I knew.

Huh.

It wasn't bad blood.

I just didn't like him
trading on the family name

for that cheesy restaurant.

The name "Hasker"
means something

in this part of the world.

Well, it was his name, too,
and a name he helped build

in the treasure-hunting world,
from what I hear.

Johnny was a Hasker...

Through and through.

You'll have to
forgive my father.

He gets a little sentimental
when he talks about Johnny.

I'm sure the drinking's
not helping.

I'm sorry for your loss,
Mr. Hasker.

I know it was
just this morning.

I let my sister down.

I promised her,

before she died
helping us salvage the Granada

I'd keep an eye on Johnny.

Okay, dad, I'll take this.
Let's go.

Johnny could read
the ocean floor like a book.

He's the one who realized the
debris field we were working

came from the Granada.

Without him, we never would
have found that treasure.

Debris field?

Yeah, ships -- they break apart
and drift as they sink,

spreading debris
over a wide area

before the wreckage
settles on the ocean floor.

And then centuries
of currents and hurricanes

scatter the stuff
for miles around.

We worked that field 10 years

before we knew
it was the Granada.

And for the past three years,
trying to find the Magdalena.

Magdalena?

Said to be worth
twice the Granada.

Every time
I go down on a dive,

I think how much easier
it would be

if Johnny
was diving with me.

So it was kind of like a personal betrayal
when he left you high and dry?

Speaking of which,

where were you two
at 3:00 this morning?

Hal was with me
all last night,

trying to get the boat ready
to go out on another run.

Can anyone else
confirm that?

I'll take that
as a "no."

You seen this before?

That's the kind of Spanish
artifact you might find

in the debris field
of a hundred shipwrecks.

Johnny took a bunch of that
stuff with him when he left,

as mementos.

For decor of
that restaurant of his

to capitalize
off the family name.

He was family.

And he was like a son to me.

Except he's not your son, dad!
You only wish he was.

And you know what?
While you're getting all "revisionist history" on us,

why don't you tell
the Detective here

how you've nearly spent us
into the poorhouse

trying to find
the Magdalena

so that you can reclaim
your good name

from -- and I quote --
"that arrogant little bastard"

O-kay.

Well, I'm gonna leave you two
to mourn in peace.

But if you can think
of anyone

with an even stronger motive
for killing Johnny

than you two,

maybe you should
give me a call.

I'm studying.
Actually, I was wondering.

Am I missing something?

Are you
"missing something"?

Yeah, what is it about pirates
and sunken treasure

that makes ordinary people

risk their lives,
everything they've got

for something
they're never gonna find?

Five minutes.

And it's not
just about the money.

What else is there?

I don't know.
It's romance and adventure.

What romance?

Seriously?

Countless Spanish galleons
sank off of the Florida coast

in storms and pirate raids.

I mean, there's literally

hundreds of million of dollars
in treasure

all up and down the coast.

Really?
Yeah, really.

People find doubloons
and artifacts in their backyard

and on beaches
and the Glades.

It's exciting.

So, how exciting would it be
if Johnny Hasker

actually found the treasure
from the Magdalena?

Johnny Hasker
found the Magdalena?

Are you saying that would
excite you enough to help me?

No, seriously.
He actually found it?

Yeah, I'm thinking he did.

Why?

Well, because that's what
everyone's fighting about.

His business partner
and his family thought

the only way to turn
Johnny's business around

and the Haskers' fortune around
was to find the Magdalena.

And Johnny was the only one with
the smarts to actually do it.

Not that you needed that
to get excited about.

Yeah, okay, whatever.

Do you want to know about
the Magdalena or not?

I'm all ears.

Okay.

"Benito Francisco,
a rich colonial official,

"and his young bride
were heading back to Spain

"with his fortune on the ship
he'd named after her,

"when they were attacked
on August 7, 1753,

in the Florida Keys
by Black Jack Bellamy."

Black Jack Bellamy?
Really?

"The pirate took off
with the Magdalena,

"the bride,
and all the riches,

leaving Francisco and his crew
adrift at Sea in a lifeboat."

That's the romance
you're talking about?

Okay. I'm listening.

"Francisco survived
and went after the Magdalena.

"There was a battle,
and both ships sank,

"dragging Black Jack Bellamy,
Francisco and his bride,

and all the treasure
to the bottom of the Sea."

So, this guy --

and your five minutes
are up, so...

Really?

Yeah, really. Good night.

It's just, with all of the wrecks and all
the debris fields...

...How would you know
definitively

if you've found
the actual shipwreck?

You'd have to have something
that was on the ship's manifest,

something that was actually
on the ship when it sank,

to serve
as a definitive artifact.

Thanks.
Yeah.

Carlos, I've got a hunch
about the murder weapon

I need you to check out.

Cause of death
was the stab wound.

But what stands out
are the bites he got

from the ceratopogonidae.

It's a bloodthirsty midge,

commonly referred to
as no-see-ums.

These bites are swollen.
Was he allergic?

If he was,
they'd all look like that.

This is probably nothing,

but I can't file
the profile on the autopsy

until I figure this all out.

You asked about
the knife, right?

Yeah, like ages ago.

I'd have to carbon test it
for a specific date,

but it's your typical
mid-18th-century Spanish dagger.

Brass-mounted hilt,
a crown pommel, steel blade.

What about these markings
on the hilt?

It's an engraved symbol.

To identify it,
I contacted a historian

at the university
who happens --

it's the Benito Francisco
family crest.

I've done the work, okay?

The least you can do
is just let me have my moment.

Sorry.

It's the Benito Francisco
family crest.

Right?
Which means the knife
may have come from --

yeah, the wreckage
of the Magdalena.

You couldn't even let me have
that, you self-centered prick!

Oh, come on.
You get the rest.
The rest of what?

You know, the part about the
knife coming from the Magdalena,

suggesting Johnny was close
to finding it, which means...

Which means Johnny Hasker
was killed

by a greedy bastard
who knew that...

And who wouldn't hesitate in killing
anyone else in his way.

This knife was used
to kill your cousin.

Years of looking
tor the Magdalena,.

And you can't even identify
the Francisco family crest?

I guess I didn't look
at the picture very closely.

Or maybe you didn't want
to identify it.

Hal, please, shut up.

Sorry about yesterday.

I was drunk
and in no position

to answer
to a police grilling.

Oh, trust me --
that was no grilling.

And of course we recognize
the Francisco seal.

Well, then,
why'd you lie about it?

Because if word got out
that someone

had a line
on the Magdalena,

every amateur salvager
in the world

would be out there
destroying that debris field.

So, if Johnny,
who bailed on you two,

had the GPS coordinates

and was salvaging the treasure
behind your back,

boy, I bet you two would
really be pissed off about that.

Johnny was a Hasker.

If he found that treasure,

it would be the same
as if I found it.

Oh, and I'm sure he'd share
all his good fortune with you.

The gold, the money,
the fame?

Johnny's restaurant
was circling the drain.

Why not throw his hat
back in the ring,

see if he can make some
real money for a change?

And lo and behold, Johnny comes
bobbing back up to the surface

with a knife from the Magdalena
stuck in his chest,

and his GPS coordinates
wiped completely clean.

What is your point, son?

My point is that
you and your son

pissed all your money
from the Granada away

trying to find
the Magdalena,

and Johnny's the one
that found it.

Or was going to.

And Hal going to Johnny
for the coordinates

is kind of like
Hal "finding" it.

Kind of a hell of a way to try
and get his daddy's approval.

So, if I killed my cousin
and found those coordinates,

then where the hell's
the treasure?

I'm thinking sitting
on the bottom of the ocean,

waiting for this murder
to blow away

so you can, uh, "find" it.
Well, who'd believe that?

Hal's never found anything
in his life.

Just every dime that's kept
this company afloat

while you pissed away
the one fortune we did have.

Well, I'm glad you two have
worked out your differences.

Yeah?

Got it.

Has had another hat
thrown back into it.

Or, sombrero.

Dulce Mendez.

She represents
the government of Spain.

Wasn't she the lawyer that
took the Haskers to court

over the Granada treasure?

Mm-hmm,
and got Spain 30% of it.

I bet she got a bonus for that.
She say why she's here?

Yep, she heard about the dagger
from the Magdalena

and has come here
to claim it for Spain.

Wow.
No flies on her, huh?

Yeah, uh, before you go in,
check this out.

Johnny Hasker's
phone records.

They show
that he called her

three times
in the last two weeks.

You know, if I was
a homicide Detective,

I could do a lot
with that information.

That's cute.

Hi, sorry to
keep you waiting.

So, where is it?

The knife?
It's in evidence.

What's it doing there?
Awaiting trial.

For the murder
of Johnny Hasker.

The guy who called you
three times last week.

Look, I don't know anything
about Johnny's murder.

I'm here to inform the FDLE

that Spain
is the rightful owner

of any and all artifacts
recovered from the Magdalena.

I'm sorry.
Do you need a minute?

To react to what I just said
about Johnny being dead?

I'm guessing
it had something to do

with his finding
the Magdalena.

I'm guessing you're right.
You want to have a guess what I'm thinking now?

Just because
we talked on the phone,

that makes me
some kind of suspect?

Some kind.

Okay, well,
thanks for stopping by.

That's it?

I've been
officially informed.

That's why you came around,
isn't it?

Look...

There's a simple explanation
for why we talked.

He called to say
he'd located the treasure.

Huh.
He even showed me the knife.

He wanted to discuss
a deal with my government

ahead of recovering
the treasure

to avoid the years
of legal wrangling

that followed the discovery
of the Granada.

I'm sorry.
That's really bothering me.

There we go.

You were saying?

What I'm saying is...

I expect full cooperation
from your government...

And full-disclosure updates

on anything regarding
the Magdalena.

Fair enough.

And I will let you know if we
trip over any treasure chests.

How much you want to bet she
knows more than she's saying?

You think?

By the way,
there's a bar called

the Rusty Crab Pot --
do you know it?

I look like I drink at a place
called the Rusty Crab Pot?

No Johnny's financials --

that is something
I can help you with.

It turns out that Johnny
was so in debt

that he signed over his boat
and his half of the restaurant

to Mark Ellison.

And yet Ellison gave Johnny
100 grand last month.

Now, why would you throw
good money after bad?

So, either Ellison's
a terrible businessman...

Or a terrible liar.

I wasn't lying.
I didn't think it was important.

It was a personal loan.
I felt bad for the guy.

$100,000
is pretty personal.

You sure you weren't staking him
a claim in the Magdalena?

I told you, Johnny gave up
treasure hunting.

Yeah, but not if
he'd found the Magdalena...

And he churned you
for proof,

as in a knife we found
in the dead man's chest.

In that case, $100,000 at
a chance at half a billion --

That's a pretty good investment.

And once he showed you this,
you knew he was onto something.

A born treasure hunter
like Johnny Hasker?

Or, if you like, we can dig
even deeper into your finances.

Okay, fine.

He said he'd found
the debris field.

But he needed money
to work the find,

so I agreed to stake him
100 grand.

Pardon me for trying
to protect my investment

by keeping my mouth shut.

So, where's the debris field?

He didn't say.

And I wouldn't know
where to begin to look.

Well, somebody does,

'cause they took the GPS
coordinates off the boat.

It wasn't me.

I'm a businessman.
I'm not a treasure hunter.

I wouldn't know
what to do with them.

Now, his family
on the other hand....

Oh, yeah, nice try.
You already pointed that finger.

It's a Captain's log.

It lists everything
that was on board,

from the silver
and gold coins

to the salt and pepper shakers
in the galley.

But get this --

the knife that killed
Johnny Hasker isn't in it.

So Johnny Hasker didn't find
the debris field of the Magdalena.

Or it was smuggled on
by a sailor.

A lot of the men
who sailed at that time

were in between
jail sentences.

So there is no shortage
of concealed weapons on board.

So, what does it mean?

I don't know.
You're the cop. You tell me.

Well, it means there's more to
this story than meets the eye.

Yeah. A lot more.

But you're the cop...
And a man.

Oh, a man?

Women weren't allowed
on pirate ships.

We were considered bad luck.

So we have to start
thinking like a man.

Who's a cop.

I thought you had to study
for your finals.

I know. Yes. I am.

But I saw this book,
and I just --

I couldn't stop
thinking about it.

Johnny Hasker couldn't
let it go, either.

So, how did he find it?

Well, if I were a man,
or a cop...

Mm-hmm.
...I'd try and tackle it
like a murder investigation.

By irritating
as many people as possible

until someone
finally confesses?

How about going back to the
people behind the mystery,

finding out their relationship
to one another,

then how they all ended up at the wrong place
at the right time?

Really? It's that easy?
Oh, yeah.

Once you work out
a person's profile,

it's really easy to predict
how they're gonna react.

Like, for instance,
you're gonna realize

you're still
annoyed with me

and leave in a huff.

Right.
I'm that predictable.

But I do have to go.

And not in a huff.
Just, like, a regular "go."

This is out all week,

so don't lose it...

Or get anything on it.

And thank you so much
for lunch.

I'm paying for lunch?

Mm. And you're welcome
for the book.

Hey. Thanks for the book.

Yeah.

Carbon test of the dagger dates
it from the mid-18th century.

It's the real deal,
no question.

It wasn't
on the ship's manifest,

so a pirate must have
brought it on board.

Again with not
letting me finish.

Sorry.
Okay.

Here's the interesting part.

While the knife is old,
the Benito Francisco

family crest
engraved on it, is new.

What do you mean, new?

I found traces of
polymethyl methacrylate.

It's a compound used
in photo engraving.

Someone coated the handle
with the compound

and blasted light
right through

the photographic negative
of the Francisco crest,

leaving the perfect etching
of the crest in the brass.

Which means...

The knife that killed
Johnny Hasker is a forgery.
Exactly.

Sam down.

Sammy

sorry about that.
Oh!
No, it's all right.
Here, Sam, go get the ball! Sammy!

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
Detective,

but I didn't kill Johnny.

I mean, of course I'm upset

that my partner was killed.

Come here.
But when you think about it,
I'm the real victim here.

Oh, no, I think Johnny's
still the real victim.

I invested 100 grand

in finding the treasure
of the Magdalena.

And now Johnny's dead,

and someone's made off
with the GPS coordinates.

That means someone's out there
right now

stealing what's
rightfully mine.

Yeah, or maybe
that person's you.

Or maybe the true treasure

is finding out how this guy
swindled you out of 100 grand.

What are you talking about?

Well, you know,
the -- the knife,

the one he used to get you
to pony up the money?

Hey, you, come here.
It's fake.

What?

Which I think
someone found out about

and, in a fit of rage --
uh, you know,

like someone who was
swindled out of 100 grand --

used the knife
to kill the swindler.

Hey, you know anyone like that?
Go, boy!

I didn't even know
that the knife was a fake

until you told me
right now.

Yeah, maybe.

Or maybe --
my theory, you did,

and then you killed him.

Come on, come on.

You're unbelievable.

You know,
it's a real shame.

A guy like Johnny
falling from grace that much

he has to resort to swindling
his own friends and family

to get respect.

Go, Sammy!

Of course he's dead now.

And, I guess,
without those coordinates,

we'll never know
just how close he came

to, uh, finding the Magdalena,
or if at all.

Certainly went
to a lot of trouble

to con me
with that knife.

What do you --
what do you think,

that the GPS coordinates
are a fake, too?

You know, that's
a very interesting question

coming from you.

I don't know if Ellison's motive
was the 100 grand he lost

or whether
he stole the coordinates

to find the treasure himself.

I just know I don't want
to let him off the hook yet.
Then keep Ellison in play.

Oh, and I found
the address

to that bar
you asked me about.

The Rusty Crab Pot.
I sent you an e-mail.

Great. Thanks.

You know,
I hate to say it,

but Daniel picked a hell
of a week for finals.

Really?
What, another menial task to do?

I need you to run
a plate number for me.

All right. Done.

You lied to me.

You don't hate your son half
as much as you pretend to.

Oh, I don't hate
my son at all.

I just wish he'd grow a pair.

Well, maybe he did.

You weren't with your son
the night of the murder,

were you?

You were drinking
at the Rusty Crab Pot

till 2:00 in the morning,
fell asleep by the bar.

The owner called you a cab,
tried to get on to your son

to come pick you up,
but he couldn't find him.

Why'd you lie
about his alibi?

Because my son asked me to.

Because you think
he killed your nephew.

Hal did not kill Johnny.
You know how I know?

Because he doesn't have
any balls?

Yeah, well, even so,

I'm gonna take him in
for questioning.

Okay, I was there that night,
but not to kill my cousin.

I went over there
to find those coordinates.

He caught you ransacking
the place. You two fought.

You argued, and then you
killed him with the knife.

That's not true.
Johnny wasn't even there.

Your cousin Johnny
has been a source

of aggravation and humiliation
for you your whole life,

a shadow you've never
been able to get yourself
out from under.

Why not knock him
off the pedestal

that you believe
you deserved?

I just thought
that if I went over there

and I found some coordinates
or a map or something

that my dad and I could
salvage the wreckage together.

We could dig ourselves

out of the financial hole
that we're in.

We could take back
our name and our reputation.

And now Johnny's out of the
picture. Hey, win-win, right?

But there were no maps!

His GPS memory was wiped
completely clean.

It was like Johnny
had turn into some kind

of hoarder or something.

All he had was a bunch
of worthless artifacts

that meant nothing.

"A bunch of worthless artifacts
that meant nothing."

In my experience,
anything that means nothing

usually means something.

Yeah, well,
good luck figuring out

what "nothing" means, huh?

And while you're, uh, digging
through that stuff,

I got something
that actually might help.

The swelling on Johnny's bites
was a vibrio infection.

If it had gotten
any worse,

it could have killed him
and saved somebody the trouble.

Really? From bug bites?
Mm-hmm.

Yeah, the bites itched,

Johnny scratched them,
broke the skin,

and then came into contact

with a nasty strain
of vibrio vulnificus,

which got into the body
through the open wounds.

Where do we find
this bacteria?

Only found
in brackish water,

where the no-see-um insect
population is extremely dense.

Brackish water.

Where salt water
and freshwater mix.

Yeah, no, that's great,
and there's only like

a million miles of mangroves
like that in Florida.

Well, at least we've got a line
on where Johnny's been.

We just don't know
where or why.

What do you got?

Uh, I have a portrait
of Benito Francisco

that he had commissioned,
of him and his wife.

Looks like true love.

Yeah, it was
an arranged marriage.

Not uncommon for the time.

And that's
Black Jack Bellamy.

Pirate? Right. Got it.
That's all I've got.

And all these books are...

They're all Captain's logs
and maritime accounts

of the night
the Magdalena was attacked.

The thing that's weird
is that they all describe

Black Jack Bellamy
as being this person

who knew the exact location
of the Magdalena

the night he attacked it.

They describe him as some ghost
who appeared out of nowhere.

Well, not so much a ghost.
An inside man?

Who knew the charted course
of the Magdalena

and slipped it to someone.

Yeah, and then left the ropes conveniently over
the side of the boat.

So, if we could find out
who that person was

and why they did it,

we can be one step closer

to Johnny Hasker's search
for the treasure.

Not bad for a civilian.

And although this is
very exciting and romantic,

I'm searching for a killer,
not buried treasure.

You don't think that following
Johnny Hasker's trail

will lead you
to his killer?

Well, of course.

Or maybe the person
or persons

who checked out
these books lately?

Who's a good boy?
Who's a good boy?

Sam, get out of there.

Yeah?

Hey, sorry to bother you.

Wanted to talk to you
about Dulce Mendez.

Uh, the lawyer that screwed
Johnny and his family

out of the proceeds
from the Granada.

Yeah. That Dulce Mendez.

I've never met the woman.
Why?

Really? See, 'cause, uh,
both you and Dulce

both had the same book
from the same library

in the last six weeks.

Gave me this crazy idea
you two knew each other.

Oh, that and the dog hair.

Dog hair?
Yeah.

Oh, and the car parked
up the street with the consulate plates.

I checked the book
out of the library

'cause I was curious
about my investment.

In terms of what's going on

in that parasitic bitch's mind,
you'll have to ask her.

As far as I'm concerned,
she's the one that should
be dead, not Johnny.

Oh. Sorry to hear
you feel that way.

What are you talking about?

No, I'm -- I'm sorry.
I'm confused.

Why are you
sleeping with her?

Sleeping with her?
Are you out of your mind?

Ma'am, come here.

You're under arrest.
This way.

Look, Detective, I don't know
where you're going with this,

but I think I've heard enough,
so, if you don't mind...

Actually, I do.

And it's not about
where I'm going.

It's where you're going.
Uh...

How did you know about us?

Next time you have an affair
with a guy who owns a dog,

you might want to run
a lint brush over your jacket.

There is nothing illicit
about my feelings for Mark.

Then why were you sneaking out
of the back door of his house?

Who I'm in love with
is nobody's business.

However, if the Spanish
government learned

I was sleeping
with an investor

in the Magdalena
salvage efforts,

there are some
that might perceive that

as a conflict
of interest.

Because it is.

Johnny know you were canoodling
with his business partner?

Yeah, he knew.

How'd Johnny feel about
you sleeping with the enemy?

I told him it was improving
our negotiating position.

You got some bites?

You've been traipsing
through the mangroves.

This is Florida.

I got them traipsing
through the mall.

Looks itchy.

So, how are those
negotiations with Dulce

working out for you?

Well, there's no treasure,
so we've given up negotiating.

But our positions
are coming along nicely.

The Spanish government

got $120 million
from the Granada treasure.

How much did you get?

Nothing.
I was doing my job.

You saw the opportunity,
didn't you?

You seduce Johnny Hasker's
business partner

into helping you
find the debris field,

then you and Ellison --
you kill Johnny, you steal his coordinates,

and you wait for the murder
to go to the cold-case file

before you dig it up.

That's absurd!

I wouldn't begin to know

how to haul artifacts
off the ocean floor.

Do you have any idea how
dangerous that kind of work is?

Maybe just as dangerous
as killing a local hero

like Johnny Hasker
on his own boat.

And when the world found out

about the discovery
of the Magdalena,

how are we supposed to
profit

from 400-year-old artifacts
we can't sell?

Well, you wouldn't
sell the artifacts.

You'd melt it down,
sell the gold.

It's not all gold.

Besides, most of the value
is intrinsic.

If we melted it down,
it'd be worth $20 million.

It wouldn't be worth
half a billion.

Oh, for $20 million,
I'd still risk the bends.

And Dulce has all
those connections

in the rare-artifact
black market.

You guys could sell
the artifacts to collectors for years.

No one would ever know.

Awful big assumption
with no basis in fact.

Yeah, well...

Making assumptions
is how I catch murderers.

Congratulations.

Dulce Mendez is threatening
to sue the department

for malicious prosecution.

She doesn't like being
a person of interest?

And I've been trying
to figure out

what Johnny spent
the 100 grand on,

because it sure as hell
wasn't on salvaging equipment.

Or boat fuel.
No.

How did you know that?
I didn't. I'm guessing.

All right,
well, good guess.

There was no charges
for fuel at the marina.

Which means he hasn't
been out to Sea.

And maybe that's why
his GPS memory card was clean.

It wasn't wiped.
He hasn't been out.

Which begs the question...

What did he spend
100 grand on?

Land.
Or marsh, to be exact.

Marsh, as in mangroves?

Yeah, the sale just went though
the county assessor's office

on Monday.

Monday --
the day before he was killed.

20 acres
of worthless swamp.

Only worthless
if Johnny's guess was wrong.

The no-see-um bites
that almost killed him,

not spending money
on boat fuel --

you know what? He was onto
something that suggested

the treasure is not
at the bottom of the ocean.

It's buried
in the mangroves.

But without a map
or specific coordinates,

he'd have to dig a million holes
just to find it.
Mm.

So either Johnny bought

a worthless piece of swamp
on a whim,

or he had an idea
where the treasure was.

Gasps ]

There was no inside man.

No, come in.

It was an inside job,
but there was no inside man,

because it was
an inside woman.

A woman?
Yeah.

What, that woman?
Yes. Magdalena.

No, you said
that was Magdalena.

That is Magdalena.
They're both Magdalena.

I mean, look. It's the
same hair, the same eyes.

Only in this one,
they're smiling and bright

because she was totally
in love with him.

With a bloodthirsty pirate?

The bad boy, yeah.

And he was totally
in love with her.

That's why he had
this etching made,

so that he could take it
with him out to Sea

and have her
with him always.

Okay, so, she's trapped
in a loveless marriage.

They plan the kidnapping
and theft together?

Right, and probably
bury the treasure

in a place where
only they know about.

But they were killed

before they could go back,
get it, and run off together.

The etching tells us they
were in love with each other.

Unfortunately, it doesn't
tell us where the treasure is.

Actually...
I think it does.

Come on.

The evidence room!

This is where you think
that there's buried treasure?

Hey, this was your idea.

How is this my idea?
You found the etching.

To prove they were lovers.

Yeah, which you did,
with the etching.

Notice anything else?

No.

No, wait, yeah. No, she's
holding a helmet in her lap.

Spanish Conquistador
helmet.

Now, Black Jack Bellamy
wasn't Spanish,

and Magdalena renounced
her marriage to Francisco.

So why put it in an etching
of themselves

if it didn't mean
anything?

I'm sorry.

Even for you,
that is a stretch.

Is it?

Now, Johnny found this
as an artifact

from one of the many debris
Fields that he was salvaging

while trying to find evidence
of the Magdalena,

and he must have thought
it was just a keepsake,

thought nothing of it,
put it on the shelf,

forgot about it.

But then he went broke,

and he went after
the Magdalena again.

By using the helmet?

Yeah, he didn't have money
to launch another expedition,

so he searched for the treasure
the same way we did --

with research books
and websites.

And he came to
the same conclusion.

We've come
to some conclusion?

He actually had the key

to the entire mystery
in his hands all along.

But he was killed before
he could prove it.

Hit the lights.

Okay, Jim.

Now, I'm no expert at this,

but...

Unless I'm mistaken...

...That...

Is the exact position
of the stars on August 7, 1753.

The night black Jack bellamy
attacked the Magdalena.

Black Jack poked those
constellations into this helmet

so he could remember
where he buried the treasure.

It's a treasure map.

Oh, my God.

Have I lost my mind
coming out here with you?

No one dragged you.

Uh, yeah, you did.
You drove, remember?

I offered to drop you off.
No, you didn't.

Didn't I?
Well, I meant to.

Are you sure these
coordinates are right?

Yeah --
got them from the sextant,

put them
into that GPS thingy.

"GPS thingy"?

Oh, my God. I'm gonna die.
You're not gonna die.

I'm in a swamp
with a guy from Chicago

who says "GPS thingy"!

I'm definitely gonna die!

Are you finished?

Brilliant. This thing
is leading us out of the swamp.

Now we're lost?

We're not lost.

Yeah. We're lost.

I'm being eaten alive by bugs!
And we're gonna die!

We're not gonna die.

I'm going back to the car.

Shit!

Why do I listen to you?!
Oh! Me?!

It was you that wanted
to find friggin' treasure!
Oh, yeah!

I want to find
the friggin' treasure!

Not be lost in the swamp
with you!

What is that?

What is that?
Is that it?

I don't know.

Whatever it is,
it's really big.

And it's exactly where
the coordinates say it is.

I think
I found something.

Open it.

Jim.

I know.

That's like millions
of dollars in there.

Hundreds of millions.

What do you want to do
with it?

What do you mean?

I mean,
what do we do with it?

Well...
We could do anything we want.

No more chasing bad guys.

No more double shifts.

No more alarm clock.

Wait. You wake up
to an alarm clock?

Oh, you know,
when I'm trying

to get up early
for a tee time.

Of course, uh...

If we don't give this
to the proper authorities,

we will actually
be the bad guys.

Could you live with that?

Too bad you're never
gonna find out.

Friends of yours?

Suspects, actually.

That's Johnny's partner.
That's his Spanish lawyer.

They killed Johnny
for the treasure.

Only we didn't know
where it was

till you found it for us.

Thanks for that.

Now dig out the other chests
and bring them up.

You let them follow you?

Well, no, I didn't
let them follow me.

You know what? I probably
would've realized they were

following me if it wasn't
for your incessant bitching.

Oh, my God.
That is such a guy thing.

You know,
it's everybody else's fault.

Everyone else's fault?
Oh, so, maybe it's my fault

that your husband's
in prison

and you have to raise
your child alone -- boo-hoo!

Oh, my God!
You know what?

Maybe it's my fault
that you don't get the hint

that this is never
gonna happen, okay?!

Guys, come on!
Really? I hate you!

I hate you!
I hate you more!

Thanks.

Yeah.
Like I had a choice.

For now, the treasure from
the shipwreck of the Magdalena

is evidence in a murder trial.

Now, where it goes after that
is up to the courts.

In the meantime,
the FDLE will be working

with additional state security
to ensure the safety

of these priceless items
as we close...

You should be up there.

Let the world know who
the real treasure hunter is.

I am no treasure hunter.
I'm just a cop solving a crime.

Oh, please.

Mr. Humble,
all of a sudden?

But tell me...

Weren't you just
the slightest bit tempted

to keep the gold
for yourself?

Never even crossed my mind.

You liar.

I had to get one last look
before it disappears

into the legal system.

Yeah, I hear that.

We could've died
out there, Jim.

But we didn't.

We got out of there.
Yeah, but we could've.

And it made me realize
that life is too short.

Look, Callie...

I'm gonna talk with Ray.

I don't want to be with someone
who lets his family down.

I want to be with someone
who I can count on...

Who loves my son
and waits for me...

And listens...

And is my friend,
even when that is not easy.

And I don't want
to stop myself

from the way I feel
when I see you.

Or feel like
I'm doing something wrong.

And even though I have no idea
where I'm going with this,

I know I have to be honest
with my husband and with myself.

So I'm gonna ask Ray
for a divorce.

Okay.

Okay.

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