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[music playing]

MCDONALD: You know, Mac, I was thinking,

I don't know why I let you do all

that driving, man, considering what a fabulous driver I am.

Right, you're a fabulous driver, August.

Thank you very much.

Your blinker's on.

What?

August.

Hm?

What did he says?

I didn't quite make it out, but it was something

something something grandpa.

Grandpa?

Yeah, I believe that's what he said, grandpa.

[tires squeal]

Oh, we speak their language.

That scared them off.

Yeah, they realized this is our turf.

Listen, I think maybe we ought to check

these guys out, though.

Dispatch this is 1 William 13 requesting a 1028 and 29

on a California license plate Adam 76884.

DISPATCHER (OVER RADIO): 1 William 13,

your Buick belongs to one Javier Salt. He has

an outstanding warrant for B&E.

Well, let's get him.

Roger that.

Dispatch, we're in pursuit.

[tires squeal]

[siren blaring]

Oh.

You might just want to accelerate into those turns--

I'll just let you drive.

Thank you.

[music playing]

You're losing them.

I thought you were going to let me drive.

[music playing]

[engine revs]

Mac, is that what I think it is.

Looks like.

You know, It's been quite a while since I

played a game of chicken.

I think I'm going to need me a little something

to put myself in the mood.

[MUSIC - WAGNER, "FLIGHT OF THE VALKYRIES"]

Ah, yes, flight of the Valkyries, you know,

when I think of those Norse maiden warriors riding

into to battle just inspires me.

Hey, man, you some of this?

Huh, miejo?

[tires squeal]

August, what you want to be doing

is going a little faster, that way you'll scare them.

Mac.

Yeah.

- Do they look scared yet? - Not really, August.

In fact, the driver looks a little psychotic.

One more thing, Mac.

When do I slow down?

Technically in a game of chicken, you don't.

The other guy is supposed to slow down.

And if they don't?

That's a good question.

Um-- that was very un-cop like of me, wasn't it?

Yes August, yes, it was.

So as punishment, you cuff them.

Whoa, whoa, look at this mess, man.

I'm not touching these guys.

You cuff them.

It's not my mess.

I'll wait in the car.

[music playing]

Here, um-- cuff yourself.

[music playing]

[police radio chatter]

What do you have?

One Harry Talbert, 57, single gunshot wound to the head.

BROOKS: Guy still got his watch, rings,

money, wallet, and laptop.

So, obviously, we're not talking a robbery.

Nope.

Fired?

Not this week.

This thing didn't even have any bullets in it, Mac.

My guess is it was just a show weapon.

BROOKS: If he hadn't flashed it, he'd probably still be alive.

BROOKS: Whatch you got, Mac?

Nothing yet.

[computer beeps]

Uh-- excuse me.

Hey, how'd you do that?

Practice, my man.

August, look at that.

Your name.

BROOKS: What the hell?

Why do you think your name is on the list?

Buffalo Soldiers.

You're kidding?

Buffalo Soldiers?

Yeah, they were black US cavalry troops.

They fought the Apaches.

They got the nickname from these Buffalo cloaks

they used to wear in winter.

See this note under my name here, A. Brooks B9C.

That is my great-great-great grandfather Augustus

Brooks, B troop, 9th cavalry.

Some of these names must be from the 9th cavalry archives.

Your namesake was a Buffalo soldier?

I'm impressed.

Don't be.

Listen, if we're done here, Captain, I

have an interview to schedule.

What interview?

Oh, Harry Talbot was on his way to meet a Professor

Sandra Cutknife at UC Malibu.

Cutknife?

Sounds like a Native American.

Hm Anyway, August is calling her in for questioning.

Is it my imagination, or is August a bit touchy about this?

Seems to be.

Catch you later, Captain.

[suspenseful music playing]

Oh, my lord.

What is this world coming to?

You miserable crackhead, I'll teach you to respect

an old woman's privacy.

Detective Brooks.

Aunt Maisie?

What?

No, no, no, no, just hang on.

I'll be right there.

Somebody just robbed my aunt, Mac.

Aunt Maisie.

How many times have I got to tell

you, man, she is not your aunt?

Let's go.

OK, what do we have here?

What do we have here?

Oh, lovely.

Yeah.

It's not here.

[siren approaching]

Here, Detective.

All right, thanks a lot.

Ooh, that's a nasty bump.

Oh, it looks worse than it feels.

Aunt Maisie, we really do need to get you to a hospital.

It's my heart, not my head that's broken.

That junkie to my most valuable belongings.

What did he take?

My scrapbooks.

Your scrapbooks?

Who'd want old scrapbooks?

Our family history was in them.

Yeah, I know that, but I don't care about that, Aunt Maisie.

What really upsets me is the fact that you were roughed up.

Well, but you'd be burned worse than my sister's biscuits

if he'd gotten this-- move, move, move your butt, August.

I chased him away before he could

get our prized possession--

the family treasure map.

Family treasure map?

Mac, don't get her started, OK?

This map has been handed down from generation to generation,

ever since it was given to my great-grandfather.

It's a family joke is what it is, Aunt Maisie.

It's a portion of some old treasure map.

It's supposed to show the location of a lost gold mine.

It's not a joke.

Ever since August's great-great-great-grandfather

was drummed out--

Aunt Maisie, please.

Could I take a look.

See, this is going to fall apart unless he treat it.

MCDONALD: This folder that you have

it in it has acids in it that are slowly eating away at it.

Oh dear.

Well I can treat it if you want.

Does he know what he's talking about?

Yes ma'am.

For once he does.

All right then.

Don't hurt it.

I won't.

Listen, Aunt Maisie, if you refuse

to go to see a doctor, please, at least let me call Kendra.

I'll have her come over.

I don't need--

All right, I'll call Kendra.

Oh, why don't all of you come back

over here later for dinner?

You can bring that Nicole of yours.

OK.

No, Aunt Maisie, you really should be resting.

Don't be silly.

OK, all right, we'll all come back over for dinner.

Can I bring you anything?

Well, I need some eggs.

Some eggs, no problem.

Oh, uh-- get that extra large, not the jumbo,

and not the large.

The extra large, that's the size in the middle.

Extra large, got it.

Oh, Aunt Maisie, white or brown?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Oh, but you-- you better make it brown, sweetie.

You got it, Aunt Maisie.

What?

Read my lips, Mac.

She is not your aunt, although she seems to like

you better than she does me.

Can you blame her?

[suspenseful music playing]

[engine starts]

[suspenseful music playing]

[police radio chatter]

[music playing]

Are you sure she didn't say jumbo?

She said extra large, August.

All right.

Hey!

What?

What?

[music playing]

Dispatch, this is 1 William 13, we're in pursuit

of a white Buick heading north on Martin

Luther King Boulevard.

California plate 3 Charles Bravo.

[tires squealing]

[honking horn]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

[siren blaring]

Yeah.

[crash]

[car alarm sounds]

[siren blaring]

Mac, look out.

[glass shatters]

Whoa.

I don't get it, man.

Who the hell would want to steal an old map?

Maybe someone who doesn't think it's a fake.

Trust me, Mac.

It's fake.

About as fake as Augustus Brooks was.

BROOKS: I don't want to talk about this, Chase.

August, come on, this is important stuff.

It's your family history.

It's bad history.

I was named after a man who left others

to die in war, a man who publicly humiliated

the entire Brooks family.

Detective Brooks?

You asked me to come in.

I'm Professor Sandra Cutknife of the Native American Studies

department at UC Malibu.

Right, right, Harry Talbot was on his way

to see you when he was shot.

This is my partner, Detective Chase McDonnell.

Hi.

Hi.

Sorry you had to wait.

No problem.

I'm thrilled to be meeting a direct descendant

of Augustus Brooks.

Yeah, please, have a seat.

It's kind of point.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to offend you.

BROOKS: No problem.

Miss Cutknife, how did you know Mr. Talbot?

I was doing research and I stumbled across his name

in the Western Collector's magazine.

I asked him if he would help me research

my book on the conflict between our people.

Our people?

The Apache and the Buffalo Soldiers.

Anyway, Harry was a big time Western memorabilia collector.

He was a great help.

BROOKS: Do you know anyone who might have wanted to hurt

or killed Mr. Talbot?

No.

[phone rings]

Excuse me.

Detective Brooks.

August, hey, can you leave work a little early?

Aunt Maisie's very upset.

One of the neighbor kids found her scrapbook.

You know, I almost wished they hadn't found it.

Yeah.

OK.

All right.

Mac, looks like dinner is going to be a little bit early.

Miss Cutknife, thank you very, very much for your help.

We appreciate it.

Listen, if you can think of anything else, please,

don't hesitate to give us a call.

Certainly.

And if you ever want to know more about Augustus, call me.

Ooh, you're going to have to bring Nicole directly

from the airport to Aunt Maisie's if you're going

to make it on time for dinner.

All right.

On my way.

I used to do quite a bit of photo restoration

for the San Francisco police archives.

She's really smart.

Oh, yeah.

And I have to listen to him tell her that all day.

Unfortunately, the lower grade paper--

that's the things like the newspaper clipping,

stuff like that, they kind can all pulp together.

But the higher grade paper we can lay flat and dry.

The pencil seems to be fine.

You can still read it.

It doesn't run.

Can you read this journal?

Yeah, some.

That's your great-great-great grandfather's journal, August.

The ink would dry out when they would go on patrol.

And they would make those entries in pencil.

He was a Buffalo Soldier stationed at Fort

Huachuca, Arizona, until--

Aunt Maisie, I really don't think they

are all that interested in it.

Yeah, we are.

Yeah, August, I didn't you know you were named after him.

Big deal.

Named after a man that was labeled a coward who

ran in the face of adversity.

Don't you say that.

Don't you ever say that.

Augustus Brooks was a very brave and honorable man.

Can-- can we just drop this, Aunt Maisie?

You never read his journal, did you?

Why would I?

I overheard all the stories the old folks whispered around

the table at night when they thought

all the kids were in bed.

Well, now's the time to read it.

Learn the truth.

I really don't want to read that old thing, OK?

Come on, August, read it.

Yeah, it looks interesting, honey.

Honey look, all the ink is all-- all running here.

You can't read this thing.

Read the part that's written in pencil.

Read the part that's written in pencil.

Go ahead.

Yeah, read it.

July 4, 1870, left the fort under the command of Lieutenant

Dixon, 20 soldiers, four scouts, one cook,

12 pack mules, in pursuit of a war

party of Chiracahua Apaches.

July 7.

Ambush by larger war party.

Using the first as a decoy.

We'll be lucky to survive the night.

There's a prospector.

Must have gotten a jump on them Apaches.

Keep us covered.

Oh, lordy, he's in a bad way.

Get some water.

Get some water.

What's this?

This here-- this here look like a map to your claim.

Listen, old timer, you don't have to--

All right, listen, let's get him buried

and let's get out of here.

Them Apaches could be back here any minute now.

[drum beat]

Lord, another one of your servants done

come home to rest.

All right, you all, let's go on and get out of here.

Them Apaches could be back any minute now.

Come on, y'all.

Look here, look here, look here.

See, when this is all over, we can all come back

and we can claim this.

We each get a quarter.

We're not getting out of here.

There's Apache everywhere.

Don't talk that way, Joseph.

We're going to get out of this now.

Now, come on, come on. Get on up.

Come on out here.

[music playing]

[whistles]

[music playing]

Joseph.

[arrows whirring]

[gun shots]

BROOKS: With closing of the light,

we know we may not see the dawn.

I write these words in the hope

that someone may find them and relate to Bittie, my wife,

that I love her and I pray for the child she carries.

The rest is all washed out.

I never knew--

You didn't read it.

That's why.

Don't listen to family gossip.

What happened to Augustus and the men

when they returned to the fort?

They were charged with desertion.

Drummed out of the Ninth cavalry.

But they were given orders.

They couldn't prove that they were ordered

away from the main group.

What about the map?

The prospector?

The army said that Augustus faked that map

in order to support his story.

And without that key part, he couldn't

prove that it was real.

[cell phone rings]

McDonald.

Right.

OK. Thanks.

It's Cragmire.

Talbot's widow faxed over a list of items

stolen from Talbot's car.

The only thing the killer took were some papers and a map

that he had bought in an auction.

Well, looks like there may have been something to this

after all.

[music playing]

That was Sandra Cutknife on the phone.

Her university office got ransacked this morning.

And?

She's fine.

Anything missing?

Let's go find out.

MCDONALD: You know, August, I've been thinking about Aunt

Maisie's map and who would actually

think that it was authentic.

She's not your aunt, Mac.

And I don't know.

Must be a proliferation of these old treasure maps

around, especially in the West.

Each map probably just gathers its own legend

through storytelling.

It still doesn't answer my question.

And furthermore, how would they even know

that Aunt Maisie had the map?

Some doofus probably overheard her talking about it.

It seems unlikely.

You know, it's almost like they're putting this map

together piece by piece.

Yeah, how would they know who had the pieces?

Miss Cutknife.

Hi.

Thanks for meeting me out here.

I've been inside all morning with policemen

making prints and statements and all that.

Was anything stolen?

That's the odd thing. Nothing.

All my research notes were ransacked.

And the whole place was a mess.

Hm.

What were the research notes on?

Spoils of war, items that the Apache had stolen

from pioneers during raids.

What kind of items?

Letters, diaries, documents, a map.

A map?

What map?

It's a quarter of an arm drawn map from somewhere

between 1860 and 1890.

It purports to show the location of a gold mine.

August, that could be the piece of the map that

the Apache took from Joseph's.

Yeah, yeah, Harry Talbot had a piece of that map.

I know.

The magazine article was written so that Harry could look

at the other pieces of the map.

I had promised to send him a photocopy

of the Apache quarter.

So how many people knew you had a piece of this map?

A few people at the archives, a mining expert

at Arizona Metals, maybe one or two people that I interviewed.

Do you have the piece of the map here?

No.

It's still back on the reservation.

I can have it sent out by courier if you need it.

Please, please, I'd love to see it.

The people that you interviewed, you got

their names from Harry Talbot?

Yes he knew everyone.

And he also had a list of all the Buffalo

Soldiers' descendants.

Yeah, that's that list we found on his computer.

But there must have been several hundred names on that list.

No, that was the master list.

There was a short list.

Through a process of elimination,

he had narrowed down the map owners

to about a handful of people.

The killer must have taken it from him.

That explains how they found Aunt Maisie.

She is not your aunt, Mac.

So Harry Talbot had a piece of the map.

My Aunt Maisie had a piece of the map.

You've got a piece of a map on the reservation.

Who has the fourth piece?

Mary Buchanan.

She lives in Arizona.

Arizona?

Why do you want to go to Arizona?

Well, Captain, Cragmire was able to pull

a partial print off the shell casing from the murder scene.

They matched a print to a Randy Harden.

He's a two time loser, no address, last known employer

Arizona Metals. - Right.

And Arizona Metals is a company that Sandra Cutknife went

to verify her part of the map.

And the last part of the map is owned by one Mary Buchanan

of Sierra Vista, Arizona.

Wait a minute, I thought you said the map was bogus.

Well, Captain, the map's real enough.

Whether or not it shows an actual location

is another question.

Well what do you think, August?

Is it real?

Maybe.

I just don't know anymore, Captain.

Well, this isn't our jurisdiction.

Why not get the Arizona State Police

to interview Mary Buchanan?

Well, we've asked them to send the car to protect her,

Captain.

But, Captain, this case is--

well, it's just not routine to me anymore, you know.

I guess I just want to know if the map is real.

OK, but it's on your dime.

[music playing]

Still don't believe how much luggage you brought.

I mean, this isn't exactly a trek into the Himalayas.

Baker, the truck's arrived yet?

Excuse me, sir.

Are you Dick Weisel?

- Wessel. - Wessel?

Wessel.

Wessel.

Well, you can tell those jokers

they're getting docked half a day's pay.

So who are you?

State?

Union?

Who's picking my pocket today?

We're LAPD, sir.

I'm Detective Brooks.

This is my partner, Detective McDonald.

LAPD.

A bit out of your jurisdiction, aren't you?

Well, we're looking for a man named Randy Harden.

Would you happen to know him?

Yeah, I know him.

Fired his sorry behind when I learned

he lied about his criminal record to get a job here.

Ah, how long ago was that?

Three, four months ago.

You have any idea where he went?

Who knows.

I mean, he picked up his last paycheck and left.

Whereabouts unknown.

What are the chances of a lost gold mine

existing in this area?

This area has been picked clean as far as gold goes.

What are you mining for?

Copper.

You mine enough of it, you can turn a pretty penny.

That's an old mining joke.

Yeah, love those old mining jokes.

Listen, sir, if someone had an old 1870s map of a lost gold

mine, chances are pretty slim it would be worth anything,

wouldn't you say?

Yeah, yeah, about as slim as my wife losing 75 pounds

and cleaning the house.

Don't count on either.

Well, thanks for your time.

Sure.

Anything I can do to help, let me know.

Thank you.

Well, what do you think?

You want to head over to Mary Buchanan's?

OK, Harden, they're gone.

That damn magazine.

Talbot should never have been looking for all the map pieces,

stirring up things better left alone.

You shouldn't have killed him.

He pulled a gun on me.

I had not choice.

I want you to take care of this business, clean and tidy.

Get the rest of the map.

I already got two pieces.

It'll stop anybody from figuring out the location.

This is $1 billion operation.

And I can't afford that risk.

No way.

It's too dangerous.

You do what I tell you.

Get this piece.

And then get back to Los Angeles and make

that damn Indian professor tell you where her piece is.

Like I said.

It's too dangerous.

You could serve a long time for that murder.

Don't think about ratting out.

Hey, Baines.

You and Smith go with Harden.

Keep an eye on him.

And watch out for those detectives.

And don't come back without that map.

Yes, sir.

Well, local PD is here. August.

Yeah.

He's alive.

[muffled yell]

[glass shatters]

[music playing]

August

Who are you?

Who are you?

Are you all right?

Three guys came and asked for directions.

They must have hit me.

Do you know who they are?

No, I don't know.

They're ram sacking my house.

[glass shattering]

[music playing]

Let's go.

Come on.

[gun shots]

Damn it.

[tires squeal]

[music playing]

Try and cut him off Mac.

Just be careful, man.

Remember, this rental is on my credit card.

All right.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Police.

Pull over.

[crashing sound]

Ah, man.

Uh, hah.

The rental company is going to freak over this damage.

August, don't tell me you didn't get the extra insurance.

Nobody ever gets the extra insurance.

I do.

Yeah.

That's probably just a little scratch

Yeah, right.

Whoa, Mac, Mac, Mac.

Hang on.

[tires squealing]

Whoa, whoa.

Man.

[screams]

[crashing sound]

I suppose that's just a little fender bender.

Mac, how many people do you count in that car?

Two.

How many did we count back at the house?

Three.

MCDONALD: August.

BROOKS: Yeah.

Maybe it's not too late to get that extra insurance.

What?

Huh, ha.

[crashing sounds]

Now I know what it feels like to get hit by a Mac truck.

Hey, someone needs to tell this guy we are chasing him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You know, August, you shouldn't

rule out the possibility that he's after your luggage.

Very funny, Mac.

Kendra wanted me to be prepared for anything.

A beach chair and a raft.

Just wait till Nicole starts packing your suitcase, pal.

[tires squealing]

[music playing]

I think we got him now, August,

Oh, yeah, Mac, we got him just where we want him.

Mac!

Mac!

- August? - Yeah?

I'd say now would be a good time to get out of here.

I wouldn't disagree with you.

On three.

On three.

MCDONALD: Hey, August.

BROOKS: Yeah?

MCDONALD: You didn't happen to notice how far

down this hill goes, did you?

BROOKS: I say we stay all the way to the bottom.

MCDONALD: They say it's the fall that kills you.

BROOKS: Yeah, I know.

[laughs]

Gotcha.

You see him.

I don't know, Mac.

I thought I could.

I'm not sure anymore.

Who the hell is this guy anyway?

I don't know, August.

Sure looks like the guy that took Aunt

Maisie's map out of our car.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, sounds like he's taking off.

Good.

I'm starting to get sick of this guy.

So now he's got Talbot's pieces.

He's got my Aunt Maisie's piece.

He's got Mary Buchanan's piece.

There's only one part left for him to get.

Sandra's piece.

We better call her and warn her.

Right.

Well, there goes my security deposit.

[sound of jets]

[siren blaring]

MCDONALD: Sandra, it's Chase.

We just go back into town.

Listen if the courier brings the map by before we get there,

get it over to the station right away.

All right?

Yeah, it's me.

Guess what?

RANDY HARDEN (ON PHONE): She's got the map.

Then get it from her.

RANDY HARDEN (ON PHONE): Oh, I will.

You just make sure you've got that ticket ready for me

to Mexico City.

Don't worry.

I'll take care of it.

Excuse me, I'm wondering if you can help me.

I'm looking for a map.

Come here, you.

Come here, lady.

[siren blaring]

Police.

Freeze.

[gun shots]

Sandra, are you all right?

I'm fine.

Stay here.

Hey, August.

Yo.

While you're here, you should get Kendra some flowers.

Yeah?

What kind?

Roses.

What color you think she'd like?

Yellow.

Maybe I'll pick her up a dozen.

You don't want to be cheap.

You should get at least two.

What the hell.

I think I'll get her three.

[gun shots]

He's dead?

Yeah.

The maps we found in Harden's car

prove Dick Wessel jumped his claim years ago.

So the magazine article scared Wessel into thinking

that he'd be caught.

Pretty much.

Harden killed Talbot trying to get the first piece of the map.

Then used his list to find the other map owners.

Yeah, including poor Aunt Maisie.

Wessel told me my map was bogus.

Well, of course.

I mean, the mine opening is outside the reservation.

But the actual ore vein goes right underneath Indian land.

This is Apache gold.

Captain, I'm assuming by now that the Arizona

police have picked up Wessel.

Oh, yes.

And the IRS wants him for failing

to disclose the mine's income.

Ooh, talk about a compromising position,

caught between the Apaches and the IRS.

Hey, guys.

Well this is the best we could do with the scrapbook.

Unfortunately, there were some documents

that we couldn't save.

Well, thank you.

We tried.

There is some good news, though, Aunt Maisie.

Sandra did some research and she found Lieutenant Dixon's diary

in the Apache archives.

It seems that his last entry verifies

that he sent Augustus and his party away from the main group.

BROOKS: And since the map really did point to a gold mine,

it all confirms Augustus Brooks' testimony.

The army will reverse the court martial

and posthumously reinstate all four men.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

God bless you.

God bless you all.

But a few million in gold would have been nice too.

[laughter]

[music playing]

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