Original subtitles

WHAT BRINGS US TO THIS BEAUTIFUL PLACE, LISBON?

A MISSING PERSON.

JAY BANNER. HE'S 26 YEARS OLD. HE'S A LOCAL BOY.

HE WORKS AT SOME SORT OF MARINE SALVAGE PLACE.

HE WENT SURFING YESTERDAY, AND HE NEVER CAME HOME.

OH, LOOK AT THE CRABS. YOU SEE THE LITTLE CRAB?

OH, LOOK AT THE LITTLE CRABBY.

EXCUSE ME. I'M AGENT LISBON WITH THE CBI.

THIS IS CONSULTANT PATRICK JANE.

ARE YOU, UH, CHIEF ANSON?

THAT'S RIGHT.

THESE ARE JAY'S ROOMMATES-- TARK MITCHUM, VICKI LANG.

WELCOME.

OH, COME ON. WE'RE NOT WELCOME.

YOU RESENT US BEING HERE ON YOUR TURF.

LET ME REPHRASE THAT--YOUR, UH, YOUR SAND, YOUR SANDY COASTLINE.

NOT AT ALL.

IT'S JUST THAT JAY'S AN ADULT, BARELY BEEN GONE A DAY.

THIS JUST SEEMS TO ME TO BE A COMPLETE WASTE OF TIME.

IS THIS WHERE HE WAS LAST SEEN?

YEAH, HIM AND JEETER. THAT'S OUR OTHER ROOMMATE.

THEY WENT OUT YESTERDAY FOR DAWN PATROL.

THAT'S AN EARLY MORNING SURF SESSION.

I KNOW.

AND JAY DIDN'T COME HOME ALL NIGHT.

I FOUND HIS BOARD RIGHT HERE, WHICH MEANS HE DIDN'T DROWN.

I MEAN, HE WOULDN'T DROWN. HE WAS A FISH.

SO I THOUGHT, "WHAT IF HE'S BEEN KIDNAPPED?"

SO I CALLED THE COPS.

YOU CALLED THE FATHER. THE CONGRESSMAN?

I WANTED THE BIG GUNS, CHIEF.

THAT BOARD'S A CUSTOM, SO EITHER JAY WAS VERY RICH

OR VERY SERIOUS ABOUT HIS SURFING.

HE'S SERIOUS, DUDE. HE'S TRYING TO GO PRO.

ALL HE NEEDS IS THAT ONE BIG ENDORSEMENT.

OKAY. WELL, DON'T MIND ME.

I'M GONNA TAKE A LITTLE STROLL, SOAK UP THE ATMOSPHERE.

OH! SO GORGEOUS!

DID HE HAVE ANY TROUBLES? DRUG PROBLEMS?

BAD RELATIONSHIPS?

NO. I MEAN...

NO.

SHUT UP, TARK. (scoffs)

ME AND JAY USED TO HOOK UP, NOT FOR A LONG TIME.

WHEN DID YOU BREAK UP?

WE WEREN'T DATING. IT WAS CASUAL.

THAT'S HOW JAY WANTED IT.

WHAT IS HE DOING?

"BIG GUN," HUH?

LISBON!

WHAT?!

FLIES AND CRABS!

EXCUSE ME?

CRABS ARE SCAVENGERS, SO I FOLLOWED ONE--

LED ME TO THIS SWARM OF FLIES, AND LOOK...

(seagull cries)

FOUND JAY BANNER.

(flies buzzing)

OOF.

(Lisbon) THE VICTIM WORKED FOR THIS OUTFIT HERE--

SANTA MARTA SALVAGE.

EXCUSE ME?

EXCUSE ME, MA'AM. HI. ARE YOU GRETA MARSHALL?

UH, YEAH. SURE AM.

I'M AGENT LISBON WITH THE CBI.

WE JUST WANTED TO ASK YOU A FEW QUESTIONS

ABOUT YOUR EMPLOYEE, JAY BANNER.

JAY.

OH, THAT WAS SUCH A TERRIBLE THING, AWFUL.

NEWS TRAVELS FAST, HUH?

SMALL TOWN, BIG EARS.

YOU SHOULD TALK TO MY HUSBAND, TOO. UM, WE CO-OWN THE COMPANY.

HEY, GREG! HONEY!

(boat horn blows)

WHATCHA DOING?

I'M JUST CHECKING THE NAV EQUIPMENT.

OH. (under breath) CHECKING THE NAV EQUIPMENT.

WE HAD A BIG STORM COME IN HERE LAST MONTH,

STIRRED EVERYTHING UP.

SHE HIT AN UNCHARTED SANDBAR AND, WELL,

KNOCKED THE SONAR AROUND.

OUCH.

HEY, WHAT'S UP?

GREG?

OH, MY GOD. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

YOU LIVE HERE? IN CALIFORNIA?

YEAH, 14 YEARS NOW.

UH, GRETA'S FROM SANTA MARTA. M-MY WIFE, I, UM...

HONEY, THIS IS, UH, TERESA LISBON.

THIS IS TERESA LISBON?

THE TERESA LISBON?

THE ONE AND ONLY.

GREG AND I USED TO DATE WHEN WE WERE KIDS BACK IN CHICAGO.

OH.

YEAH, WE WERE ENGAGED, IN FACT.

OKAY. UH, LET ME GUESS. YOU BROKE IT OFF?

I WAS WAY TOO YOUNG.

YEAH, WELL, OF COURSE. DID SHE BREAK YOUR HEART?

I WOULDN'T SAY THAT.

NO.

YEAH, YOU DID.

'CAUSE HE WAS STILL TALKING ABOUT YOU WHEN WE MET.

(laughs) HEARTBREAKER.

WE JUST W-WANTED TO ASK YOU SOME QUESTIONS ABOUT JAY.

IS THERE SOMEWHERE MORE PRIVATE WE CAN TALK?

SURE, YEAH, WE GOT OFFICES UP THERE.

DO YOU HAVE ANY TEA? 'CAUSE THIS COULD TAKE A WHILE.

MM-HMM.

WHAT ABOUT THAT, HUH?

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(Lisbon) HOW LONG DID JAY WORK HERE?

OH, ABOUT A YEAR. UNTIL LAST WEEK. HE--HE QUIT.

OH.

(Greg) YEAH, LATELY HE HAD SOMETHING ON HIS MIND.

I MEAN, HE WAS ONLY DOING THIS FOR SIDE MONEY, ANYWAYS,

WHILE HE DID HIS SURF THING.

MOM.

(Greg) HEY, BABY.

I NEED MONEY FOR THE MOVIE.

EXCUSE ME?

MAY I PLEASE HAVE MONEY FOR THE MOVIE?

AND POPCORN.

HERE.

HI. I'M PATRICK JANE. THAT'S, UH, THE TERESA LISBON.

HI. I'M LAUREN TAYBACK.

HI, LAUREN.

OKAY, GO. HAVE FUN, BABE. BYE. OKAY.

BYE. OKAY. NICE TO MEET YOU, LAUREN TAYBACK.

WOW. HOW MANY DO YOU HAVE?

UH, WE GOT LAUREN, MADDY, AND SALLY. YEAH.

(whistles) WOW. HEH. BREEDER.

(Patrick) YEAH.

YOU DIDN'T, UH, LIKE JAY MUCH, DID YOU?

WHAT? NO, HE WAS A GREAT DIVER, MAN.

YES, BUT YOU DIDN'T LIKE HIM. WHY?

I J--I HAVE THREE DAUGHTERS, ALL RIGHT? AND I WOULDN'T WANT

ANY OF THEM BEING TREATED THE WAY JAY TREATED WOMEN.

HOW IS THAT?

USE 'EM AND TOSS 'EM.

WHY DID JAY QUIT?

OH. OH. WHY DO PEOPLE QUIT?

YOU KNOW, THEY JUST QUIT.

EXCUSE ME.

MM. SEE YOU, BABY.

SHE'S NICE. YEAH.

(Van Pelt) UH, RIGSBY'S TAKING A PERSONAL DAY.

THE BABY'S SICK, AND SARAH HAS COURT. (dog barks)

HE'S REALLY EMBRACING THE DADDY THING.

YEAH.

YOU GUYS THE COPS?

YEAH.

CBI. ARE YOU JAY BANNER'S OTHER ROOMMATE?

NO. UH, I'M THE LANDLORD. LANCE GLADSTONE.

I OWN THIS PLACE. I LIVE IN THE, UH, BACK HOUSE.

I WAS JUST GONNA DO SOME WORK ON THESE STEPS,

KEEP MY MIND OFF JAY, YOU KNOW?

YOU HAVE KEYS TO LET US IN?

SURE.

(keys jangling)

(door squeaks)

WHAT?

(Van Pelt) JEETER, HOW LONG WERE YOU AND JAY ROOMMATES?

THREE YEARS. JAY AND ME.

WE WERE BOTH TRYING TO QUALIFY FOR THE PRO TOUR.

AND JAY WAS REALLY CLOSE

TO INKING A DEAL WITH OAKLEY, YOU KNOW?

MIND IF I OPEN A WINDOW?

PLEASE. THIS SMOKE PLAYS HELL WITH MY ASTHMA.

I HAVE A PRESCRIPTION.

(cell phone alert chimes)

I HAVE ANXIETY. ESPECIALLY NOW.

JAY WAS MY BEST FRIEND.

AND YOU TWO WENT SURFING TOGETHER YESTERDAY MORNING?

FOR A WHILE, AND THEN IT GOT KIND OF BLOWN OUT,

SO I WENT TO WORK. I LEFT AT 7:00.

JAY WAS ALIVE WHEN YOU LEFT?

YES. GOD, YES.

HE WAS STANDING THERE ON THE BEACH.

CORONER'S PRELIMINARY REPORT SAYS JAY DIED YESTERDAY MORNING,

AROUND THE TIME YOU WERE WITH HIM.

DID YOU SEE ANYTHING UNUSUAL? MAYBE SOMEONE ELSE ON THE BEACH?

NO. NO ONE ON THE BEACH.

BUT THERE WAS A BOAT COMING IN.

COMING IN? THAT'S WEIRD FOR THAT HOUR.

MOST BOATS ARE GOING OUT.

YOU SEE THE NAME OF THE BOAT?

NO.

COULDN'T SEE WITH THE MARINE LAYER.

RUNNING LIGHTS WEREN'T ON.

INTERESTING. SOMEBODY DIDN'T WANT TO BE SEEN.

MARINE SALVAGE-- WHAT IS THAT, EXACTLY?

WE DO LOTS OF DIFFERENT STUFF, LIKE WATER RESCUE,

HARBOR CLEANUP, WRECK DIVING OPS...

WRECK DIVING OPS? THAT SOUNDS LIKE TREASURE HUNTING.

NO, NOT SO MUCH.

WE GOT A LOT OF OLD SHIPS ON THE OCEAN FLOOR AROUND HERE--

THAT'S PICTURES OF SOME OF THEM ON THE WALL THERE--

BUT THEY'VE ALL BEEN PICKED OVER FOR DECADES NOW.

THERE'S NOTHING DOWN THERE

BUT SOME COOL WRECKS TO DIVE AROUND.

THE "BROTHER JONATHAN,"

THE "GOLDEN STATE," AND THE "FREMONT"...

YEAH. THOSE WRECK DIVING OPS-- CAN YOU DO THOSE ALONE?

NO, NOT IF YOU WANT TO LIVE LONG.

ONE GUY HANDLES THE WINCH, THE OTHER ONE DIVES, ALWAYS.

WHY?

LISBON, WE SHOULD GET GOING. GREG? REAL PLEASURE TO MEET YOU.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THE TEA. TAKE CARE.

GREG...

THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.

(door opens)

JEETER'S REALLY TORN UP.

SO HE AND JAY GOT ALONG?

NO JEALOUSY, ARGUMENTS OVER GIRLS?

BEST BUDS. JEETER'S A GOOD GUY.

I'M GONNA PRORATE THE RENT TILL THEY FIND ANOTHER ROOMMATE.

WAS JAY THE BIG EARNER?

NO WAY. ALL THESE GUYS ARE LIVING HAND TO MOUTH.

JAY COULD HARDLY BUY FOOD.

HE WAS TALKING ABOUT MOVING OUT AND LIVING ON HIS BOAT.

WHAT BOAT?

SOME CHEAP OLD POWERBOAT.

JAY HAD A BERTH SOMEWHERE.

OH, HERE YOU GO, MAN.

THANKS.

(rattle)

(sighs)

(rattle)

COKE--ENOUGH TO SELL.

AW, DUDE, THAT'S SERIOUSLY UNCOOL.

LIGHTNING BOLT. I'VE SEEN THIS BEFORE, IN SACRAMENTO.

JAY WAS IN THE CITY LAST WEEK. SAID HE HAD BUSINESS.

NO SIGN OF A MURDER WEAPON ON THE BEACH.

CORONER THINKS IT WAS SOMETHING HEAVY, POSSIBLY METAL.

(police radio chatter)

HEY, CHIEF. ANY SIGN OF THE VICTIM'S POWERBOAT?

NOT YET. IT'S NOT AT THE DOCKS.

JAY LOST HIS BERTH FOR NONPAYMENT OF RENT.

MIGHT HAVE IT TRAILERED SOMEWHERE ON LAND.

WE'RE HAPPY TO GIVE YOU SOME EXTRA PEOPLE TO SEARCH.

IF THAT BOAT IS IN SANTA MARTA, I'LL FIND IT.

NO HELP FROM CBI IS NECESSARY, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

(Summer) Hello?

ISN'T THERE A COKE DEALER IN SACRAMENTO--

USES A LIGHTNING BOLT AS A LOGO?

Well, hello to you, too. Lightning bolt...

TOOKIE BURROUGHS USED TO USE A LIGHTNING BOLT.

MAYBE HE STILL DOES.

THE VICTIM HAD DEALER-QUANTITY COKE

WITH THAT LOGO ON EVERY BAG.

OH, WELL, YOU KNOW, I KNOW TOOKIE FROM WAY BACK.

IF YOU WANT, I COULD--

No, no, don't even think about it.

I JUST NEED A NAME, AND I'LL TAKE IT FROM THERE.

YOU'RE NO FUN AT ALL.

OUR VICTIM WAS A SEMIPRO SURFER, NAME OF JAY BANNER.

YOU CAN ASK AROUND ABOUT HIM,

SEE IF HE WAS A REAL PLAYER OR NOT.

JAY BANNER. OKAY. I LOVE YOU, BOO.

Come home soon.

(click)

(seatbelt clicks)

WAS THAT SUMMER?

YEAH.

SORRY TO BE DIRECT, BUT WHAT'S GOING ON WITH YOU AND HER?

(sighs) SHE'S MY CONFIDENTIAL INFORMANT.

RIGHT...

BUT WE'RE NOT ALLOWED TO DATE C.I.s.

YOU'RE GIVING ME DATING ADVICE?

AS A FRIEND, EVEN IF SHE WEREN'T YOUR C.I.,

ARE YOU SURE SHE'S SOMEONE YOU SHOULD...

BE AROUND?

LET'S GO.

(engine starts)

(Patrick) WELL, GREG SEEMS VERY NICE.

I AM NOT DISCUSSING IT WITH YOU.

NICE, SOLID, DEPENDABLE. I CAN SEE WHY YOU DUMPED HIM.

I MEAN IT, JANE.

ALL RIGHT.

SERIOUSLY.

ALL RIGHT.

I DIDN'T DUMP HIM. WE BOTH DECIDED TO TAKE A BREAK.

MM.

THE OLD "LET'S TAKE A BREAK."

(man) 60 BUCKS.

$60? COME ON, TOOKIE.

WHAT DO YOU SAY $40, FOR OLD TIME'S SAKE?

SURE, AFTER YOU DO ME FOR OLD TIME'S SAKE.

(chuckles)

IS THIS THE SAME STUFF YOU SELL TO MY BOY JAY FROM SANTA MARTA?

'CAUSE THAT? THAT WAS GOOD.

JAY?

MM.

JAY BANNER.

(cell phone rings) OH, YEAH. THE SURF PUNK.

MM-HMM. I LIKE THAT DUDE. HE'S HARD-CORE.

HANG ON A SECOND.

(clears throat)

YEAH? SO SPEAK.

OH.

HEH, YEAH, YOU TELL HIM I TOLD HIM TO SHOVE IT

DOWN HIS MOTHER'S THROAT, THE LITTLE PUNK BITCH.

MORON.

SO I HEARD JAY WAS, UH, IN SOME BEEF WITH SOME PEOPLE.

OH, YEAH? I NEVER HEARD THAT.

NO?

YEAH.

IT'S GOOD STUFF.

SEE YOU AROUND, TOOKIE.

YEAH, SEE YOU, BABES.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(door squeaks)

SUMMER, YOU HERE?

(water running)

I GOT INDIAN.

(Summer) HI, BABY. UM...

HEY, I'M GONNA HANG WITH MY GIRLFRIENDS TONIGHT.

DO YOU MIND? RAIN CHECK?

YOU COME OUT AND TALK TO ME, OKAY?

HEH. BABE, I'M IN THE SHOWER.

SOMETHING'S WRONG.

COME ON OUT. I MEAN IT. RIGHT NOW.

(rattle)

KIMBALL, THIS IS MY HOUSE, NOT YOURS.

I'LL COME OUT WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT.

STEP AWAY FROM THE DOOR.

KIMBALL, DON'T.

YOU NEVER LISTEN.

WHERE?

DOWNTOWN.

SOME PUNK KID. IT'S JUST BRUISES. I'M FINE.

OW.

SORRY.

(sighs)

IF IT WAS JUST A MUGGING,

WHY WOULD YOU NOT WANT ME TO SEE YOU?

HMM?

SUMMER, LOOK AT ME.

TELL ME THE TRUTH.

DID YOU GO SEE THAT DEALER?

NO.

YOU WENT TO SEE TOOKIE BURROUGHS.

YOU ASKED HIM ABOUT JAY BANNER.

NO. I SWEAR I DIDN'T.

OKAY, FINE.

BUTIT WASN'T A MUGGING.

BUT I RAN INTO SOME GUY I USED TO PARTY WITH,

AND HE GOT MAD WHEN I TOLD HIM I DIDN'T WANT TO DO THAT ANYMORE.

HAPPENS ALL THE TIME, ALL RIGHT?

CAN WE PLEASE JUST FORGET ABOUT IT?

WHAT WAS HIS NAME? THIS GUY YOU USED TO KNOW.

I DON'T--HIS NAME? I DON'T--I DON'T KNOW.

I REMEMBER "BOB" OR...

"STEVE."

I DON'T KNOW, KIMBALL. PLEASE.

CAN WE JUST FORGET ABOUT IT, PLEASE?

GET SOME REST.

(kisses)

MORNING, BOSS.

MORNING. HOW'S BEN?

OH, YEAH, HE'S BETTER, THANKS. IT'S SOME KIND OF EAR INFECTION.

EASY TO KNOCK OUT WITH ANTIBIOTICS.

GAVE HIM A FEVER AND MADE HIM, YOU KNOW, THROW UP.

A LOT OF THROW UP.

AW, POOR THING. DID WE HAVE ANY LUCK FINDING THE "HANG TEN"?

THE VICTIM'S POWERBOAT?

OH. NO.

CHIEF ANSON ASKED ALL OVER SANTA MARTA. NOTHING YET.

UH, WHAT ABOUT THE MYSTERY VESSEL THE ROOMMATE SAW

COMING IN? WE NEED TO TALK TO WHOEVER WAS ON THAT BOAT.

YEAH, WE TALKED TO EVERY BOATER IN TOWN. SORRY.

HUH. RIGS, YOU GOT SOMETHING ON YOUR--IS THAT SPIT-UP?

MM. YEAH. IT'S FROM THIS MORNING.

I WAS FEEDING HIM,

AND HE WAS LOOKING UP AT ME WITH THOSE BIG, ADORABLE EYES...

AND THEN HE BARFED.

KIDS, HUH?

YEAH.

YOU KNOW WHAT?

HE'S THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

WOW. THAT'S GREAT.

(door opens)

MORNING, CHIEF. TRAPPING THOSE TOURISTS EARLY?

PERMIT-ONLY SPOT, CLEARLY POSTED.

THEY CAN GET IT OUT OF IMPOUND IF THEY HAVE $200.

THAT'S THE LAW.

THERE'S NO TYRANNY LIKE PETTY TYRANNY.

EXCUSE ME?

YOU HEARD ME.

WHERE YOU GOING?

RESEARCH LIBRARY.

THAT'S THE BAR.

(blows raspberry)

I'M GOING TO MEET JANE IN SANTA MARTA.

HAS CHO BEEN IN YET?

I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM.

ALL RIGHT.

OH, HEY, I INTERVIEWED SOME OF JAY'S SURFING BUDDIES,

AND WE'VE GOT A LEAD, MAYBE.

YEAH?

POSSIBLE ANGRY GIRLFRIEND.

DAY BEFORE THE MURDER, THESE GUYS ON THE BEACH

SAW JAY GETTING YELLED AT ON HIS CELL PHONE BY SOME WOMAN.

APPARENTLY, IT WAS PRETTY HEATED.

WHY DIDN'T THE ROOMMATES TELL US ABOUT HER?

MAYBE THEY DIDN'T KNOW.

OH, AND BAD NEWS ABOUT OUR DRUG DEALER--

THE GUY BANNER WAS GETTING THE COKE FROM? CHO GOT THE NAME. (clicks mouse)

CARLTON "TOOKIE" BURROUGHS, BUT HE'S GOT AN ALIBI.

SAC P.D. ARRESTED HIM THE NIGHT BEFORE THE MURDER

AND DIDN'T KICK HIM UNTIL NOON THE NEXT DAY,

HOURS AFTER BANNER DIED.

ALL RIGHT, STRIKE BURROUGHS FROM THE LIST,

AND IF ANYTHING WITH THE GIRLFRIEND POPS, CALL ME.

ALL RIGHT.

HEY.

WAYNE? YOU'VE GOT SOMETHING ON YOUR...

OH, YEAH. IT'S JUST VOMIT.

OKAY.

(car alarm chirps)

VICKI. ANOTHER ROUND FOR MY FRIENDS HERE.

YOU GOT IT, MR. JANE.

JANE--

SHH. WE'RE GETTING TO THE BEST PART HERE.

FIERCE STORM, LOW VISIBILITY--

A ROCK HAS JUST TORN A HOLE IN THE "FREMONT'S" HULL

AS BIG AS A MAN. CARRY ON, ARKIN.

CAPTAIN'S ORDERED EVERYONE TO ABANDON SHIP. MM-HMM.

BUT IT WAS TOO LATE.

THE "FREMONT" SANK,

ALL 200 SOULS ABOARD HER.

MY GRANDFATHER SAID THAT

EVEN WITH ALL THE NOISE FROM THE STORM THAT NIGHT,

YOU COULD HEAR 'EM SCREAMING FOR HELP.

SOME NIGHTS, PEOPLE SAY THAT

YOU CAN STILL HEAR THEIR CRIES ON THE WIND.

AND NO ONE EVER FOUND THE GOLD?

WHAT GOLD?

THE "FREMONT" WAS A TREASURE SHIP,

MOST FAMOUS IN SANTA MARTA HISTORY.

WENT DOWN IN 1906.

SHE WAS CARRYING ALL THE ANNUAL TREATY PAYMENTS

FOR THE INDIAN TRIBES UP NORTH.

CRATES OF GOLD COINS AND BULLION--

$60 MILLION WORTH, TODAY'S VALUE.

AND IT WAS NEVER FOUND?

NAH, THE SAN FRANCISCO EARTHQUAKE HAPPENED

A FEW WEEKS AFTER THE WRECK.

THEY THINK IT BURIED THE SHIP FOR GOOD.

MM, BUT YOU KEPT LOOKING, DIDN'T YOU?

YEAH. (chuckles) I KEPT LOOKING.

EH?

(chuckles)

$10 LIBERTY HEAD GOLD EAGLE.

I FOUND THAT THE SUMMER OF '72.

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

BEST DAMN DAY OF MY LIFE.

HELL, I THOUGHT I'D FOUND THE "FREMONT."

I DOVE EVERY DAY FOR THE NEXT SEVEN SUMMERS.

I NEVER FOUND ANOTHER DAMN THING.

SHE'S DOWN THERE.

SHE'S THERE.

THAT'S A GREAT STORY, ARKIN.

THANK YOU. (pats shoulder)

THANK YOU. NEO? TWO-DOG?

I'VE GOTTA GO. I'LL SEE YOU AROUND.

THANKS FOR THE DRINKS, MAN.

DO YOU THINK JAY FOUND THE "FREMONT'S" TREASURE?

WELL, JAY AND HIS PARTNER. YOU DON'T TREASURE-HUNT ALONE.

(door opens)

HE DID KNOW THE SALVAGE BUSINESS FROM WORKING FOR GREG,

AND HE HAD A BOAT.

OH, BOAT, YES, I'D LIKE TO TAKE A LOOK AT THAT.

IT'S MISSING. CHIEF ANSON'S LOOKING FOR IT.

HEY!

HEY, THAT'S MY CAR!

WHAT?

MY CAR.

THIS IS? YOURS?

OH. IS IT, REALLY?

AGENT, I'M SO SORRY.

BILL, UNHOOK HER. SHE'S LAW ENFORCEMENT.

HEY, CHIEF. ANY LUCK WITH, UH, JAY'S MISSING BOAT?

IT'S NOT IN SANTA MARTA.

HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?

BECAUSE MY MEN AND I SEARCHED EVERYWHERE IN TOWN,

EVERY SQUARE INCH OF LAND AND WATER.

REALLY?

MM-HMM.

MOST IMPRESSIVE.

THANK YOU.

BILL!

BELAY THAT ORDER.

WE'RE GONNA RIDE WITH YOU. I LOVE A TOW TRUCK.

WE ARE? WHY?

LAO-TZU.

LAO-TZU?

FAMOUS CHINESE PHILOSOPHER.

WHAT HAS HE GOT TO DO WITH ANYTHING?

AH, YOUR UNCONSCIOUS SEXUAL BIAS AT WORK THERE, LISBON.

YOU ASSUMED HE WAS A "HE."

WELL, WAS HE?

HE WAS. NOT THE POINT. GET IN.

OH, MY GOD.

THANK YOU.

(car bell dinging)

CHIEF.

(dinging stops, engine starts)

WHOO.

(indistinct conversations)

(car door closes) (Cho) HEY.

(engine starts)

(tires screech)

YO, YO, GET OFF ME, MAN! WHAT ARE YOU, NUTS?

(both grunt)

CARLTON "TOOKIE" BURROUGHS.

(yells) (crash)

(grunts)

(pants) WHAT THE HELL'S UP, YO?

SUMMER EDGECOMBE. TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED.

OH, HEY, MAN, THAT BITCH IS YOURS?

(smack)

(thud)

WHY'D YOU HURT HER, TOOKIE?

DUDE, I SWEAR TO GOD,

IF I KNEW THAT SHE HAD A COP PIMPING FOR HER,

I WOULD HAVE LET HER HAVE IT FREE, ALL RIGHT?

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

SHE STOLE MY PRODUCT, MAN-- LIKE, 6 GRAMS.

SHE WON'T GIVE IT BACK. LIKE I'M AN IDIOT?

COME ON, MAN. I'M NOT GONNA LET THAT SLIDE.

I GOT A REPUTATION, ALL RIGHT?

(smack) (grunts)

STAY AWAY FROM HER.

(Patrick) WELL, THANK YOU.

(sighs) LAO-TZU SAID THAT IF YOU SEARCH EVERYWHERE,

YET CANNOT FIND WHAT YOU ARE SEEKING,

IT IS BECAUSE WHAT YOU SEEK IS ALREADY IN YOUR POSSESSION.

DEEP.

WHAT KIND OF BOAT DID JAY BANNER OWN?

A GRAY LAPSTRAKE.

HMM, WELL, JAY WAS A SMART MAN

WHO NEEDED TO PARK HIS BOAT SOMEWHERE FOR FREE,

SO WHY NOT PUT SOMEONE ELSE'S PLATES ON THE TRAILER

AND LET IT GET TOWED BY THE VERY EAGER POLICE?

WHERE BETTER TO STASH YOUR BOAT

THAN THE ONE PLACE YOU KNOW THE POLICE AREN'T GONNA LOOK?

AND THEN JAY COULD SLIP IN THROUGH THAT GATE

ANYTIME HE PLEASED.

THERE IT IS-- THE "HANG TEN."

BINGO, AND I'M WILLING TO BET THAT THERE IS EVIDENCE OF

JAY'S TREASURE HUNT, MAYBE EVEN THE TREASURE ITSELF, ON BOARD.

(clatter) OR THE KILLER.

POLICE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!

DON'T SHOOT.

SOUND ADVICE.

YOU KNOW WHAT JANE'S THEORY IS?

IF JAY REALLY DID SALVAGE THE "FREMONT'S" TREASURE,

HE HAD TO HAVE HAD A PARTNER. HE COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT ALONE.

A PARTNER WHO KILLED HIM.

WHAT WERE YOU DOING ON JAY'S POWERBOAT?

HE BORROWED A LIFE JACKET. I WANTED IT BACK.

HOW DID YOU EVEN KNOW WHERE TO FIND THE BOAT?

JAY TOLD ME.

GREG, STOP IT. ALL RIGHT?

SINCE I'M 17 YEARS OLD, I CAN TELL WHEN YOU'RE LYING.

THAT'S FUNNY,

'CAUSE I COULD NEVER TELL WHEN YOU WERE LYING TO ME.

(door opens)

OH. HEY, BOSS.

I GOT THIS. THANKS.

I THOUGHT I WAS QUESTION--

GET OUTTA HERE.

OKAY.

SEE, I KNOW YOU'RE LYING,

BECAUSE WE FOUND THE CLEANING EQUIPMENT.

YOU WERE THERE TO WIPE THE PLACE DOWN--

A GOOD WAY TO COVER YOUR TRACKS.

LOOK, I DIDN'T KILL HIM.

THE MORNING OF HIS DEATH,

JAY'S ROOMMATE SAW A BOAT HEADING TOWARD SHORE.

THAT WAS YOU. IT WAS YOUR BOAT.

LOOK, SOMETIMES STUFF LOOKS BAD,

AND THERE'S AN INNOCENT EXPLANATION.

OKAY, WHAT'S THE EXPLANATION? YOU WON'T BELIEVE ME.

TRY ME.

YOU KNOW...

IT TOOK A LONG TIME FOR ME TO GET OVER YOU, TERESA--

A LONG TIME--

BUT I FINALLY DID.

IT WAS YOUR BOAT THAT MORNING. TELL ME THE TRUTH.

YES, IT WAS MY BOAT. ALL RIGHT? I WAS OUT FISHING.

NO LUCK. I DIDN'T CATCH ANYTHING.

TALK TO ME. I CAN HELP YOU.

NO, THANKS. I'M GOOD.

ARKIN.

MM.

LIKE TO ASK YOU A FEW MORE QUESTIONS ABOUT THE "FREMONT."

THEN I'VE GOT SOME ANSWERS.

THE "FREMONT"? IS THIS ABOUT JAY'S MURDER?

UH, YEAH. IN FACT, THERE'S ABOUT TO BE A MAJOR BREAK IN THE CASE.

IN THAT CASE, IT'S ON THE HOUSE.

OH, THANK YOU.

OOP, IT'S MY PHONE.

I'M GONNA HAVE TO TAKE THIS. I'LL BE RIGHT BACK.

INVENTORY FROM THE VICTIM'S BOAT.

THANKS. WE GET ANY PRINTS?

NO, TAYBACK MUST'VE WIPED 'EM ALL.

HANG ON.

HYDRAULIC PUMP, UNDERWATER CUTTING TOOLS.

THOSE ARE ALL SALVAGE EQUIPMENT, RIGHT?

YEAH, THERE WAS A BUNCH OF 'EM.

EXPENSIVE STUFF.

THANKS.

(blinds rattle)

NO PROBLEM.

YEAH. OKAY. YEAH, THAT LOOKS BETTER.

IS ANY OF YOUR EQUIPMENT MISSING?

GO AWAY. GREG SAID NOT TO SPEAK WITH YOU.

YOUR SALVAGE EQUIPMENT-- WE FOUND SOME ON JAY'S BOAT.

SO? SO IS ANY OF IT YOURS?

IF GREG WAS JAY'S PARTNER IN THE SALVAGE OF THE "FREMONT,"

THEY WOULD HAVE USED YOUR COMPANY'S EQUIPMENT.

GREG DIDN'T DO THIS.

SO PROVE IT. IS ANY OF YOUR GEAR MISSING?

NO, IT'S ALL ACCOUNTED FOR.

SO JAY USED HIS OWN GEAR,

WHICH MEANS GREG WASN'T THE PARTNER.

OH, THE KILLER, YOU MEAN?

NO, OF COURSE NOT. GREG COULDN'T HURT ANYONE.

HE INCRIMINATED HIMSELF.

GREG TOLD ME THAT HE WAS ON A BOAT GOING TO SEE JAY

THE MORNING OF HIS DEATH.

I THINK HE WAS LYING TO PROTECT SOMEONE ELSE.

YEAH.

YOU.

IT WAS YOU ON THAT BOAT.

GREG MADE ME PROMISE NOT TO TELL.

FOR OUR GIRLS, HE SAID.

YOU WERE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH JAY.

(sighs)

I LOVE GREG.

BUT WE HIT A ROUGH PATCH, AND...

NOW WITH THREE KIDS AND THE BUSINESS AND...

WELL, JAY WAS JUST FUN, AND...

NO RESPONSIBILITIES. IT WAS JUST FUN,

AND...

I WANTED TO IMAGINE A DIFFERENT LIFE,

JUST FOR A WHILE.

I MEAN, HAVEN'T YOU EVER WANTED TO DO THAT?

TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED THAT MORNING.

I KNEW I HAD TO BREAK IT OFF WITH JAY.

SO I TOOK THE BOAT OUT IN THE MORNING TO END IT.

AND THEN I CAME BACK AND I CONFESSED EVERYTHING TO GREG.

AND I BEGGED FOR HIS FORGIVENESS,

AND HE GAVE IT TO ME. GOD BLESS HIM.

DID YOU KILL JAY BANNER?

NO!

NO, HE WAS ALIVE WHEN I LEFT.

BUT WHEN GREG AND I FOUND OUT THAT HE'D BEEN KILLED,

HE SAID WE HAD TO KEEP IT A SECRET.

HE WANTED TO PROTECT ME.

THAT GIVES GREG STRONG MOTIVE TO KILL HIM.

WELL, HE COULDN'T HAVE,

BECAUSE HE WAS AT HOME WITH THE GIRLS.

AND BESIDES, YOU KNOW HIM.

YOU REALLY THINK HE COULD KILL SOMEONE?

(cell phone rings)

EXCUSE ME.

JANE, WHAT'S UP?

Lisbon, get over to Jay Banner's house

as fast as possible.

THERE'S EXCITEMENT AFOOT.

GOOD. (cell phone snaps shut)

WELL, SHE'S ON HER WAY.

WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON HERE?

YEAH, NO OFFENSE, BUT... WHAT HE SAID.

WELL, CHIEF, WE NEED TO EXECUTE

A THOROUGH AND EXHAUSTIVE SEARCH OF THESE PREMISES.

AND WHAT ARE WE LOOKING FOR?

TREASURE.

(Lana Del Rey) * RACES, CASES OF BACARDI CHASERS *

* CHASING ME ALL OVER TOWN *

* 'CAUSE HE KNOWS I'M WASTED *

* FACING TIME AGAIN ON RIKERS ISLAND * (speaks inaudibly)

* AND I WON'T GET OUT *

HEY. (music continues playing)

HEY! WHAT?

HI.

WHERE IS IT?

WHERE'S WHAT?

THE COCAINE YOU STOLE FROM BURROUGHS.

HE SAID THAT? (gasps)

HE'S A LIAR.

I DIDN'T STEAL ANY COCAINE.

I WEAR TO GOD, CHO. I WOULD NEVER STEAL CO--

SUMMER, DON'T DO THIS.

UGH. (chuckles)

(whispers) OKAY, FINE.

(sighs) I LIED.

BUT YOU GOT TO ADMIT, I KINDA FOOLED YOU.

I HAD YOU A LITTLE BIT FOOLED.

GIVE IT TO ME.

NO. IT'S NO BIG DEAL.

TOOKIE JUST THINKS HE'S DANGEROUS.

I'VE BEEN BEATEN FAR WORSE FOR A LOT LESS.

GIVE IT TO ME!

FINE.

BE THAT WAY.

LOOK, I'M SORRY. YOU KNOW, I...

I KNOW I'VE BEEN BAD. IT'S JUST...

I'VE BEEN SO BORED.

AND THIS WAS SUCH A RUSH.

SUMMER, I HAD TO STOP MYSELF FROM HURTING HIM BADLY.

I COULD HAVE KILLED HIM. YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

GOD...

THAT'S KIND OF HOT.

WHAT'S THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?

YOU'RE REALLY MESSED UP, YOU KNOW THAT?!

WELL, DUH! LIKE YOU'RE NOT?!

NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

STOP IT! ARE YOU NUTS?! THAT'S MINE!

I WORKED FOR IT, CHO!

I'M A COP! HOW DID YOU THINK THIS WAS GONNA GO?!

(crying) (clatters)

(panting)

(police radio chatter)

KITCHEN AND DEN ARE CLEAR.

COPY THAT.

SO'S THE ATTIC.

ROGER.

JANE, WHAT'S GOING ON?

TREASURE HUNT.

HERE?

GOLD'S HEAVY, AND IT'S HARD TO TRANSPORT.

DIFFICULT TO STORE.

I HAD TO HIDE THE TREASURE SOMEPLACE.

PROBABLY NEAR WHEREVER THEY'D BROUGHT IT IN TO SHORE.

TO KEEP IT SAFE BEFORE THEY COULD SELL THE GOLD,

BUT WHY LOOK HERE?

UH, JEETER?

YOU WERE JAY'S BEST FRIEND.

JAY WAS TRICKY, SLY, ALWAYS A COUPLE OF MOVES AHEAD, NO?

YEAH. HE WAS AN OPERATOR, SURE.

HE WAS AN OPERATOR.

JAY'S PARTNER DOUBLE-CROSSED JAY,

KILLED HIM, BUT WHAT HE DIDN'T KNOW

IS THAT JAY DOUBLE-CROSSED HIM FIRST.

JAY MOVED THE TREASURE BEFORE HE DIED.

SERIOUSLY?

YEAH, AND I'M GUESSING HE MOVED IT HERE.

I GOT SOMETHING.

I FOUND THIS IN THE TRUNK OF THAT TOYOTA OUT IN THE DRIVE.

OH, YEAH? WHAT IS IT?

OH.

(chuckles)

TREASURE.

YOU FOUND THIS HERE, IN THE TRUNK?

YEP.

THIS IS AMAZING.

NO. NO, IT'S AWFUL.

WHY?

BECAUSE THE GOLD'S GONE,

MAYBE FOREVER.

I WAS SLIGHTLY OFF. WHEN JAY DOUBLE-CROSSED HIS PARTNER,

HE DIDN'T BRING THE GOLD HERE. HE USED THIS CAR

TO TAKE THE GOLD SOMEWHERE ELSE ENTIRELY.

OR MAYBE THE KILLER DID.

WHOSE CAR IS THIS?

MINE.

JAY HAD A KEY, TOO. HE MUST HAVE BORROWED IT.

OR MAYBE YOU MOVED THE GOLD,

AFTER YOU KILLED JAY. YOU--SCREW YOU, TARK!

NO, CHILL! CHILL, CHILL! THIS ISN'T HELPING.

SO WHAT NOW?

WELL, NOW WE GO HOME, WATCH TV.

RENT "TREASURE ISLAND" IF IT'S NOT TOO DEPRESSING.

(Patrick sighs)

ALL RIGHT, WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON?

CHO AND VAN PELT CHECKED THAT TRUNK.

THERE WAS NO COIN.

I'VE BAITED A TRAP, LISBON.

THE KILLER WILL BE COMPELLED TO CHECK ON THE TREASURE.

BAIT. THE COIN. IT WAS MR. SHEA'S, WASN'T IT?

WELL, HE'S NOT GONNA MIND. IT MAKES FOR A GOOD STORY.

HIS COIN WILL CATCH A KILLER.

(closes door)

JAY NEVER MOVED THE GOLD, DID HE?

NOPE, IT'S STILL EXACTLY WHERE HE AND THE KILLER HID IT.

ONLY NOW THE KILLER IS GONNA FEEL COMPELLED

TO CHECK AND SEE IF IT REALLY HAS MOVED.

(engine starts)

SO... (clears throat)

WHY DIDN'T YOU LET ME IN ON YOUR BRILLIANT PLAN?

OH, YOU WERE VERY BUSY WITH GREG.

I'M NEVER TOO BUSY TO SOLVE A MURDER.

WELL, YOU SEEMED TO BE VERYBUSY WITH GREG.

OH, HUSH.

ALL RIGHT, I'M HUSHING.

(Patrick) LOOK.

(Patrick) AHOY THERE!

PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!

AH.

GLADSTONE.

AND WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?

(latches click)

(sighs)

AYE. THAT BE THE TREASURE.

IT WAS YOU THAT DISCOVERED THE LOCATION

OF THE "FREMONT," RIGHT?

YEAH.

WE HAD A BIG STORM A MONTH BACK.

SHIFTED EVERYTHING AROUND.

I COULD SEE THE WRECK ON SONAR CLEAR AS CLEAR.

(Van Pelt) BUT YOU HAVE ASTHMA.

YOU COULDN'T DIVE FOR IT YOURSELF.

JAY KNEW SALVAGE, AND I KNEW HE NEEDED THE BREAD BAD,

SO WE PARTNERED UP.

AND THE MORNING HE DIED?

I SAW JAY OUT ON THE BEACH.

THOUGHT I'D TALK TO HIM, THAT'S ALL.

YOU KNOW, ONE PARTNER TO ANOTHER.

I HAD THE HAMMER ON MY BELT, YOU KNOW?

(whack)

(whack)

I'M A PEACEFUL MAN.

I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT.

YOU DIDN'T WANNA TO SHARE YOUR TREASURE.

HE WANTED HALF-- HALF OF WHAT I FOUND.

I MEAN, IS THAT RIGHT?

I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME.

IT'S CALLED GREED.

(footsteps approach)

HEY.

OH, HEY.

I CLEARED IT WITH CHIEF ANSON.

NOBODY'S GONNA PROSECUTE YOU FOR BREAKING INTO JAY'S BOAT.

WELL, THANK YOU.

YOU WERE THERE TO WIPE YOUR WIFE'S PRINTS, WEREN'T YOU?

YEAH, THEY MET THERE A COUPLE OF TIMES, HER AND JAY.

AND I KNEW IF YOU FOUND OUT ABOUT THE AFFAIR,

YOU'D GET THE WRONG IDEA.

SO YOU INCRIMINATED YOURSELF.

HEY, SHE'S MY WIFE. I LOVE HER.

I MEAN, IT'S GONNA TAKE A LOT OF WORK, BUT I WON'T GIVE UP.

YOU NEVER DID GIVE UP ON PEOPLE.

YOU'RE A GOOD MAN. SHE'S LUCKY TO HAVE YOU.

YOU'RE STRONG NOW, YOU KNOW THAT?

YOU DIDN'T USED TO BE SO STRONG.

I BET YOU'RE REALLY GOOD AT YOUR JOB.

YEAH. YEAH, I'M OKAY, I THINK.

YOU SEEM HAPPY.

I AM. YEAH. I AM.

I'M GLAD WE MET AGAIN.

YOU AND ME, YOU KNOW?

I'M SORRY FOR RUNNING OFF THE WAY I DID.

HEY, IT'S NO BIGGIE.

FORGET IT.

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.

WAS ARKIN MAD ABOUT THE COIN?

NO, LIKE I SAID, IT'S ANOTHER STORY FOR HIM TO TELL.

ALWAYS GOOD TO HAVE ANOTHER STORY.

DON'T BE WISTFUL, LISBON.

GREG WAS NEVER THE RIGHT MAN FOR YOU.

I'M NOT WISTFUL, AND NO, HE WASN'T.

FAR TOO INTENSE AND PARTICULAR FOR A MAN LIKE THAT.

EXCUSE ME? INTENSE AND PARTICULAR?

WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN? WELL, THEY'RE GOOD THINGS.

IN WHAT WAYS AM I INTENSE AND PARTICULAR?

OH, PLEASE. TELL ME.

WELL, WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO THAT GUY FROM NARCOTICS?

JEFF? JEFF.

OH, HE BIT HIS NAILS. SEE, THAT'S PARTICULAR.

THAT IS NOT BEING PARTICULAR. IT'S A DISGUSTING HABIT.

THERE'S INTENSE.

IS YOUR SISTER GONNA MEET YOU AT THE STATION?

OH, YEAH. SHE CAN'T WAIT TO GET ME IN HER CLUTCHES AGAIN.

OKAY, GOOD.

YEAH. GOT, UH, SPAGHETTI AND MEATBALLS

WITH THE NEPHEWS, AND, UM,

SEATTLE COMMUNITY COLLEGE, HERE I COME.

WHOO-HOO.

THIS IS THE RIGHT THING.

BUT I DON'T WANNA SAY GOOD-BYE.

MAYBE YOU COULD, UM, COME VISIT ME SOMETIME.

YEAH. MAYBE.

(woman over P.A.) FINAL CALL

FOR THE "COASTAL MOONLIGHT" TO SEATTLE.

LAST CALL FOR THE "COASTAL MOONLIGHT"

TO SEATTLE.

"COASTAL MOONLIGHT." SOUNDS ROMANTIC.

YOU BETTER GO.

GOOD-BYE, KIMBALL.

BYE.