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- Welcome to the dungeon. - Why do the FBI stick their morgues

in the most depressing basement?

Don't be such a snob. Not everyone gets to play in a million-dollar lab with skylights.

It's because as a society we feel the need to hide death away

and people who deal with the dead are viewed as freaks.

This guy you're about to meet, Harry, he's a bit twisted.

You think I get a rush when I work, that I'm titillated.

Choice of words, Bones. Choice of words.

- Agent Booth. - Harry Tepper, meet Dr. Temperance Brennan.

- I've read her. - Hello.

She's good. Read your novel too. The heroine's very aggressive.

Harry. You wanna...?

OK, everybody, meet Ted Macy. Body was found in a national park.

Coroner wrote it off as an accidental drowning,

but we must investigate every death on federal land.

During my examination, I found he had a crushed larynx that didn't seem accidental.

- This is a corpse. With skin. - She is good.

Why am I here? I don't work with skin.

I didn't bring you here to examine the body. I want you to see what they found in his hand.

Harry?

Bone?

- What is that? - It's a phalanx.

Finger bone. Figured she'd know that.

I'd figure any medical examiner would know not to compromise evidence.

- Is this Lysol IC? - We use it to decontaminate remains.

Are you trying to break down the surface of the bone? Wreak havoc on the marrow?

- Did you even dilute this? - Bones!

What? You've removed particulates and trace elements that could lead us to his killer.

- Is this your first day on the job? - 18 years next month.

18 years.

She's intense.

- Native American. - British colonial.

- American revolutionary. - What are we playing?

Dr. Brennan, the destroyer of evidence is here.

OK, I assume that's a joke. Did Harry really mess up that bone?

He dissolved any particulates on the surface.

- But we were able to save valuable attributes. - Like what?

Alternating sclerotic and porotic areas on subperiosteal surface

demonstrates that whoever this was suffered from tertiary syphilis.

Tertiary syphilis? Wow, that's the worst.

It was a common ailment in the 17th century.

- Which is where the bone dates from. - Say what?

We ran a radio carbon dating test. The finger's over 300 years old.

- A unique find. - I'll change to French trapper.

- You can't change yours. - Booth, where did they find the victim?

Some resort town next to a federal seaside preserve - Assateague Island.

- That's where the money pit is. - Money pit?

Legend is Assateague Island is where Blackbeard buried his treasure.

For 300 years people have tried to find it. They've dug it out to 150ft but found nothing.

Every time they come close, they trigger a baffle that floods the pit.

- Booby traps. - The body was found at a dig site.

This is the first concrete evidence that the treasure is more than a legend.

- This is from a man who buried the treasure. - Pure conjecture.

- A pirate. - Pirate?

- It's a pirate. - You can't change yours.

The victim finds evidence the treasure exists.

Somebody else wants it. Certainly that's a good motive for murder.

We gotta get to that dig site. I'll be glad to help.

- I can handle it. - Come on, man. Share the wealth.

We are looking for answers, Jack, not treasure.

- Do you really think that treasure exists? - What do you think?

Why are you guys smiling?

Pirates!

It's a guy thing, sweetie.

Mm-hm.

So the dead guy, Macy, ran the dig.

With his partner Hardewicke. He was hired by anyone with money to burn.

People would do that? Sane people?

- Look for treasure? - Isn't that what archaeologists do?

Archaeologists use evidence on which to base their explorations,

not some pirate movie they saw when they were ten.

Yeah, well, that 300-year-old bone that we just found

sort of changes things now, doesn't it, there, matey?

- What's going on over there? - I tried to stop him.

That's Branson Rose. The mayor told me to let him in.

- Branson Rose is funding this dig? - Has for two years. Heard he was pulling out.

- I'll take it from here. - Who's Branson Rose?

The billionaire adventurer. He made his fortune making aircraft for the military.

Owns about half the world. He has that reality show that goes all over the world and...

Still no TV. Why do I even bother? I...

- You can't pull out now. We got a contract. - So sue. But I doubt you have the resources.

Mr. Rose, we just broke 200ft.

If you pull out now, you'll miss out...

- I've been hearing that for two years. - Uh, excuse me.

- Macy knew it. He felt it. We're this close. - Excuse me.

Two years, $2 million, there's nothing down there, Giles. Macy died for nothing.

FBI! You're all under arrest.

You don't get to say that. I've got the badge.

- The FBI's involved now? - Murder on federal land.

- We like to poke around a little. - Murder?

Yeah. Murder.

- You said it was an accident. - That's what I thought.

Oh, my God.

He found something.

Put my stuff back now!

What did Macy find that would be worth killing him for?

In 1832, a team of six men looking for the treasure were killed when a shaft collapsed.

- Blackbeard's curse, man. - A curse? We're scientists.

Look at this. 1902. Two men disappeared while digging. Never found their bodies.

- Oh, that's very cursey. - So you believe in pirates?

Pirates aren't Santa, Zack. They did exist. They did have treasures and they did bury it.

I had an eye patch when I was six.

Who didn't, my friend? Who didn't?

It's not necessary to lead me like a child.

I'd rather not have more evidence compromised.

- You're squeezing my arm very tightly. - Sorry.

No, no. It's OK.

- You can give it to Dr. Hodgins. - What is this?

Soil and water collected from Ted Macy's throat and lungs.

He was found floating at the top of the shaft.

We need you to do your dirt thing.

Match the slime to the crime. Make sure that's where he was killed.

I'd like to look at X-rays of the victim's skeleton.

- Bossy. - Do not go there.

I need to determine if he died at the top or died at the bottom and floated up.

- I need silt abstracts from both levels. - We'll get those.

No, no. No. The soil looks like an odd mixture of clay, plagioclase feldspar, pyroxene.

- I really wouldn't trust anyone else. - You just want to look for treasure.

Wha...?

I am a serious scientist merely trying to do my job as well as possible.

That shaft is over 200ft deep, you know? Requires an experienced diver.

I am a certified cave diver, which means I can go deeper than 200ft.

I dove Mayan Blue, Dos Ojos, Tortuga.

- Ever dive Naharon? - Once.

- I named Naharon. - Well, then, how can you say no to me?

OK. But just to collect soil samples.

Of course.

- You dive too? - I have the time because I don't own a TV.

- You wear a rubber suit, then. - Uh...

Accidents happen, you know? Macy and I were prepared for that. But murder?

Murder, wow. Anything I can do to help, OK?

We'll talk about that later. I want to get Hodgins down that shaft.

Dane McGinnis. He's the best I know. He's worked for us for years.

- Agent Booth? Are you Agent Booth? - Sorry. Stay behind the yellow tape.

I'm Mayor Ney. Your men keep pushing our tourists further and further back.

Mayor? Wow. I hope you didn't look like that when they elected you.

Blackbeard's treasure is what keeps the economy here running. The mayor gets that.

- Sometimes too intensely. - Hey, I'm not ashamed.

I've increased tourism 63% since I took office.

I can boost it more if the tourists could get a closer look.

- It's a murder scene, not a show. - Blackbeard's curse.

Macy would've wanted to give a little back to the town he loved.

The police are telling them no pictures.

- Who is this? The pirate queen? - That's right. My wife Katie.

Great. You just tell the tourists the bad view is part of the curse.

Will you escort the pirate and his wench behind the yellow tape?

Frank!

So Dane, he's an experienced guy?

- I've worked with hundreds. He's the best. - All right.

I hope this guy knows what he's doing. It's tight down there.

Avast, ye lubbers!

Dane, let's get him ready.

- You think it's a pirate? - It's a finger from the left hand of a male.

- That's all I'm sure of so far. - Worth killing for?

I worked a case once where a woman was killed, dismembered and burned

because her friend thought she'd taken her slippers.

- Cheery. - Maybe they're right.

Maybe this man died burying the treasure.

Ironic. Stealing all that, never enjoying the spoils.

So you believe there's treasure?

I believe there's greed.

That's the real curse.

All right, safety line, air hose.

- Either one breaks, you ain't coming back up. - You gotta work on your bedside manner.

I don't wanna be responsible for a weekender

who buys it down there because he thinks he's better than he is.

You want to go down, don't you?

It's my shaft, OK? I've been working it ten years.

The feds, they say it's a crime scene, so I can't help.

You're helping me.

Why can't he just use the tank?

Because about 100ft down that shaft gets a little cosy.

- You ain't afraid of a tight squeeze, are you? - Gloves.

Take it slow. A lot of stuff to catch your hose on on the way down.

- Yeah, I saw the pictures Rose took. - Rose.

He never went as far as you're going. No one has.

Maybe he shouldn't try. People have died down there.

I know. My brother was one of them.

- I'm going all the way down. What's at 200ft? - We just hit 200 last week.

You're gonna have to tell me.

- Well, I'm ready. - OK.

- He better be as good as he says he is. - You just take care of him, all right?

- Hodgins, you read me? - I hear you loud and clear.

There's some jagged edges. Keep clear of them.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hodgins.

- It's warm. - Passing the first flood trap.

We lost our first man there.

- There's wood here below the limestone. - Does he make any sense to you?

Yeah. He's passing the site of the first pit collapse.

It's tight down here.

There's a lot of debris. I'm not sure if I can squeeze through.

Hey, this guy swims like a squid.

- He swims like a squint. - What?

- Never mind. - OK, I'm clear now.

Good picture too. We can't get resolution like that.

He's a geek. You ever find anything down here?

- Not yet. - Ten years of nothing, you keep trying?

- It's all about the search, man. - He's at 170ft.

180.

90. No one's ever been this deep.

He's at 200.

Touchdown. I am on the bottom.

Visibility is surprisingly good.

Wait a minute. There's... there's something here.

- Holy... - What is that?

- Oh, my... - Is that...?

- Oh, my God. - It's there!

Can you believe that?

I'm amazed you found a complete skeleton.

C-14 dating matches at 300 years.

Subject is male. Early 20s.

Approximately five feet six inches.

Legs are bowed, result of calcium and phosphate deficiency.

He had rickets as a child but his upper body is well developed.

Epiphyseal separation in the long bones.

Sunken sternum forms scorbutic rosary at costochondral margin.

- He had scurvy and tertiary syphilis. - What's with "tertiary"?

- Isn't plain old syphilis bad enough? - Scurvy, syphilis... Pirate.

Anthropological evidence supports the claim that Blackbeard executed his burial crews.

OK.

- Let's say it's a pirate. - Yes!

This would be an extraordinary find.

- And opens up the reality of the treasure. - It would be stupid to dismiss anything.

But we need to discover why the ossein isn't fully decomposed from being waterlogged.

50ft down the shaft is a layer of blue putty consisting of silicon and clay.

- It forms a watertight seal. - That explains the bones' condition.

I took samples of the same clay between 200 and 207ft. Something is buried down there.

- These bones were on top of it. - Macy was killed cos of something he found.

The silt in his throat confirms he was killed at the top.

After he swam back up with the treasure.

Special Agent Booth. I hate to interrupt your investigation,

but there's an angry billionaire in my office and he won't go away.

It's simple. You have something that belongs to me and I'm not leaving without it.

A day ago, you couldn't wait to leave, cut your losses. You remember that?

- A lot can change in a day. - Yeah. For Ted Macy, a lot changed.

I'm sorry about Ted, but I'll be damned if the federal government swoops in

and steals what I've been trying to find.

- I fail to see what this has to do with us. - Those bones belong to me.

They were uncovered at my site.

I was granted a permit to dig there and keep what was found.

My attorneys assure me you have no claim to those bones.

Your attorney wants to go to court for the next 20 years

and buy himself a vacation home in Tuscany,

but the fact is when Ted Macy was murdered, your property became our evidence.

It's going to stay that way until we find the killer.

I was hoping to settle this amicably.

- Really? Because we haven't seen that yet. - Nah.

This will be a headache. He has important friends.

Why is he so upset? It's not like he needs the money.

But his partners do. Macy and Hardewicke were going to split what they found.

- But Macy is dead. - Exactly.

Leaving Hardewicke with a bigger piece of the pie.

This is from our very first dig together.

We found this chest buried under a flood drain up in Smith Cove in New England.

There was no treasure, but just to unearth something that old, had that much history...

- We were hooked. - I glanced through your company history.

Business was slow since you didn't find any treasure.

- You were getting fewer clients. - It's been difficult.

Branson Rose was almost your last chance.

Somebody always wants to look for treasure.

- Really? - Yeah.

If Rose pulls out you'd get a lot of publicity. Could end up sinking your business.

Macy found something and we'll share the find with Rose. 50% for him, 50 for us.

Exactly.

Oh, I see. More for me if Macy's out of the picture, right? You're forgetting one thing.

- Macy was like family to me. - Really?

Look at this. See that? I got that pulling Macy out of a sinkhole back in '93.

He's got of scars on him because of me too.

How'd you get all those bruises around your scar there, huh?

- The mayor. - How's the mayor figure into all this?

His wife. You saw her, right? Well, Macy was a bit of a hound, if you know what I mean.

- He was sleeping with the pirate queen? - The mayor got suspicious.

I ended up taking the heat for Macy because Macy's like my brother.

That pirate can kick. I'm lucky he didn't have time to load that flintlock.

Charlie!

What? No! Put that down! Leave it there! What are you doing?

Zack? Zack!

- What did you do with the bones? - Nothing.

I left them on the table just like you asked.

Where the hell are my bones?

Bones don't just disappear! I thought this was a secure facility.

You assured me this was a secure facility. This never would've happened at Stanford!

- We spend $0.75 million on security. - Obviously not enough!

I want my bones. Did you find my bones?

- Whoa. Maybe you wanna chill a little? - Chill?

- You know, take a pill? - Listen, dude.

My lab was violated, my bones were stolen, so I think I'll remain warm for a while longer.

Maybe you should focus on your breathing.

- Count to ten. Have a shot of Jack. - A shot of Jack.

We're doing everything we can. I promise you we're gonna find your bones.

But you have to allow us to do our job.

I guess I wasn't helping all that much, was I?

I...

- I'm... - "Sorry."

- It's cool. - Hey, look on the bright side.

This whole theft thing could be good for us, right?

Whoever took the bones obviously had something to do with the murder.

On-duty security personnel are giving an account of their rounds.

- Off-duty personnel as well. - They didn't get everything.

- I thought all the bones were on the table? - I was examining the original finger bone.

So it was in my room.

There is something they don't want us to find on this bone.

Everyone knew Macy. Helped Frank get elected.

So you would categorise your relationship as just friends?

Yeah, friends. It's a small town. We're all friends.

Well, whoever killed Macy wasn't too friendly.

He wouldn't hurt a soul. Macy.

He was a sweet guy.

The way you're talking about him, it seems like you were more than just friends.

Hardewicke told you, right? Like he's such a saint.

- How involved were the two of you? - It was just one of those things, you know?

I wasn't gonna leave Frank or anything.

I guess I wanted to be with a real adventurer rather than a guy who dresses up like one.

Frank went after Hardewicke. He thought it was him.

You think Frank killed him? You saw Frank.

Yeah, he's a little unstable and he finds out somebody made a fool of him twice, I...

It's Hardewicke and the rich guy you should look at.

Macy said they were fighting over the money they spent.

Said Hardewicke wanted to break up the company.

Well, we're looking into everyone. Thanks.

Sure. But all this coming up again...

just try not to ruin my marriage, OK?

I made a mistake. But I love that stupid pirate and I don't want to lose him.

Well, thanks for talking to me. I'll be in touch.

The surface on the phalanx doesn't have any particulates that I can recover.

The solution the ME used dissolved anything that was lodged in any surface irregularities.

Who'd clean a bone before extracting all information?

- Not everyone is as thorough as we are, Zack. - So true. So true.

- I wonder if there was gold dust on it. - You should have a parrot on your shoulder.

- You're not curious? - Yes, about the facts.

There's a small hole along the distal articular facet of the finger.

It could be a foramen or something else, man-made.

- A weapon? - Maybe.

See if you can find any possible matches.

- I wonder if there are similar marks on Macy? - I'll find out.

And don't let that bone out of your sight.

Dr. Brennan thought you might've overlooked a weapon of some kind.

He wasn't killed by any weapon.

He was strangled.

The larynx is crushed. It's plain.

C2 through C4 are fractured. That wouldn't have occurred if you were strangled.

If the victim was shaken while being strangled...

The fractures are all left to right, approximately 45� angles on each bone.

That means the head was jerked to the left and up,

making sure that the spinal cord would tear.

The larynx was crushed when his neck broke.

I'm always open to being corrected. Why do you think there might have been a weapon?

I saw a perforation in the finger bone you put in the solvent.

Did you damage the bone? Poke it? Stick it in some way?

Still angry. OK, no.

I handled it according to protocol. Rubber gloves, right into the solvent.

Something damaged that bone and it didn't happen 300 years...

Wait a minute.

I have alternatives that could've caused the hole. This is an acupuncture needle.

Come on. He was healed to death?

This is a filament used for an angioplasty.

Hand me the wire.

- What you doing? - Diminished fluorescence.

That only happens if the bones have been cleaned and treated.

These bones didn't start out in the shaft. They were placed there.

What?

Who's got 300-year-old bones?

I assure you everything here is authentic.

I curated this exhibit for the Jeffersonian myself.

Could you please open the case?

This is a beautiful specimen

found in Jamaica.

We believe he sailed with Henry Morgan.

- He's never been on a boat in his life. - That's absurd.

- Oh, my God. - These bones are artificial. It's acrylic.

Not bone.

You can see on the real bone the hole where the wire was threaded

when the bones were assembled for display.

Then where is the rest of my sailor?

He was planted in Assateague Island to make the treasure business seem real.

- But somebody found out. - Who?

A murderer.

Let me see if I got this straight.

The pirate bones you recovered came from the Jeffersonian to start with.

- Correct. - 300-year-old bones from our pirate exhibit.

- Recovered by one of your people? - Dr. Hodgins.

Who brought them back to the Jeffersonian where they were stolen again?

- Restolen, sir. - You got a security problem, Dr. Goodman.

And you may have a murder problem.

But I'm on top of it. You didn't have to come down here, sir.

I got a call from someone at the Department of Defense.

Defense? How do they figure into a murder investigation?

Branson Rose has friends in high places.

They don't like it when the guy who builds their bombers is unhappy.

- Are they afraid he'll bomb them? - Is that squint humour? I'm not laughing.

Defense doesn't need a reason to go to war and I won't be their next target.

- We haven't ruled Rose out as a suspect. - You're too busy looking for your bones.

- Let's not get personal. - Rose wants to keep playing in the mud

and his big-shot friends will see that happens unless we come up with some answers fast.

At this point, it appears as if the stolen bones are being used to, you know, salt the shaft.

- Salt the shaft? - An investor spends $1 million.

He gets antsy when nothing happens, then pirate bones appear

and the golden goose keeps, you know, laying those eggs.

OK, that is a convoluted metaphor, Booth.

- It's a hoax, Dr. Brennan, like Piltdown Man. - Oh, got it. Why can't you be clear like that?

- Assuming the bones were stolen... - Restolen.

...so you wouldn't find out they were bogus, how did you?

- How did I what? - From the finger.

Would you like Dr. Brennan to take you through the process?

- I really wouldn't. So, who do you like? - I like the partner.

- Hardewicke. - Access, motive, ability.

The FBI will provide whatever help you need to solve your breach of security.

You work the partner angle.

Well, my father worked the fishing boat.

His dad before that. Heck, me and my brother, we never knew anything but the sea.

Hunting for treasure just sort of grew out of that, I guess.

- Any regrets? - Sure. My brother.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

That and the fact that they might shut us down.

Not if we find something, huh?

I thought you were gonna be just another desk jockey

who read a few books and was looking for something to brighten up his life.

I'd be down that shaft right now

if Big Brother didn't have the minimum time requirement between dives.

You deserve to be here. You really do.

Thanks for that.

I guess it's all right to tell you, the bones were planted.

- You don't seem surprised. - Nothing surprises me out of that pit.

Nah.

I mean, you dig down far enough, you come out in hell.

So, uh, if you don't find anything, are you gonna shut us down?

Hey, I'm not FBI! I'm just a scientist.

It's a crime scene. I'm surprised they let you down there.

I'm an expert in silt, plants and insects. That's right. I got three doctorates.

Whoa!

When you got three doctorates and you need more samples, who's gonna argue?

One doctorate, yeah, maybe they argue. But three?

You want to go back down again, don't you?

- I could use your help, man. - You got the bug, man!

Hey, like I said, I am the bug man.

- How do you know the bones are fake? - Thieves didn't get everything.

- A stroke of luck for the good guys. - We'll find out how those bones were stolen.

You still think I did it, don't you?

Why were you going to break up the company?

- Katie Ney told you that. - What makes you think it was Katie?

That was a stock part of Macy's seduction technique and it was very effective.

"I risk my life down in that hole while my partner stays safe topside."

That's how he positioned himself as the heroic explorer.

- Which he was, when it came to the ladies. - Your partnership was intact?

Till death did us part. I'll tell you what, I'm gonna give you guys full access to the books.

You don't even need a search warrant.

There's not a single way in which my life is better off without Macy.

Like I said, I miss the man.

The bones were stolen twice. The first time from the exhibit,

the second time from the Medico-Legal Lab.

The security in the lab is tighter so the camera is continuous

but the camera in the rotunda is stop-action.

I started with the lab theft because we know the bones were stolen between 9 p.m. and 6 a.m..

OK, watch... here.

- The bones are gone. - Notice the time code.

- What's that? - The camera was turned off.

The camera was turned off for one minute and 46 seconds.

It would take a lot less time than that to enter the room, gather up the bones and escape.

Now.

- Dr. Goodman? - Yes?

Can I ask, why are we doing this investigation instead of security?

We shouldn't walk too quickly. It would arouse suspicion.

I'm happy to help but we have security professionals.

Can we tell if those tapes have been doctored?

Yeah, since they're physical magnetic tapes, not stored digitally.

I always did like analogue. Now I know why.

I'm only an amateur at this. I'm sure the security department is better equipped...

Afternoon, Paul. Best to Susan. I hope Johnny feels better.

- Thank you, Dr. Goodman. - OK, you don't want to talk about it. I get it.

- Sir? - Hit your stopwatch, Miss Montenegro.

35.6 seconds.

For a round trip, one minute ten seconds,

leaving 30 seconds to bag the bones and get back.

Get back where?

Oh. Huh.

- Wow. You must think I'm an idiot. - I was grandstanding.

We find out what guards were on duty during the two thefts and we might have our thief.

- I didn't see the harm. - In stealing human remains?

After 300 years it's not like he's got a family grieving for him.

- Think of me as a grieving parent. - Grand theft, that's eight years.

- If I don't kill you. - Come on.

What's a bunch of old bones like that worth? Nothing.

- How much did you get? - A couple of hundred bucks.

Yeah. So this, uh... wire transfer into your bank for ten grand, what's that?

Inheritance?

Who did you steal them for?

- We didn't do the name exchange thing. - Somebody approached you?

Yeah.

- Let's see. OK. Which one was it? - Which time?

The first time.

Him.

But he looked better.

- And the second time? - Uh...

Him.

Look, guys, I'm cooperating.

All right? I will give back the money. I will quit my job. How's about we call it even?

You need a better screening process down at the museum.

- Ironic, given we contract that out to the FBI. - The...

- You think he's dangerous? - Grand theft? Murder? Yeah.

The music. Shh. It's down there.

It's not music. It's bagpipes. Whoa.

Mr. Hardewicke?

Mr. Hard...

Oh.

Maybe we're looking for someone else.

The larynx was crushed.

- Is that your cause-of-death ruling? - We gonna have another fight?

If you keep pushing like that, it's gonna be me who smacks you around.

How do you know that won't work for me just as well?

You ruled that Macy died from a crushed larynx.

A crushed larynx is fatal. Ergo, it results in death.

- You were wrong then and you're wrong now. - See? He likes it!

I need to see both sets of X-rays. His and Macy's.

It's not always about being right or wrong.

It's about the dialogue. Intense conversation is the most wonderful kind of intercourse.

This guy is a pervert.

Damage between C2 and C4, 45� angle,

exact same pattern of injury as Macy.

His head was wrenched around, probably while the other hand crushed the larynx.

Must frustrate you that I missed that.

Wait. That's a Special Forces move. Crush the larynx so he can't scream.

- You've done that to people? - No. Our murderer is Special Forces.

Your internet bio says you spent time in Special Air Services.

Mr. Rose has led a diverse and full life.

How did you feel when you found out the site was salted?

- I was disappointed. - Just disappointed?

I wasn't irked enough to kill Ted Macy. Can we get to the point?

What is Special Air Services?

The SAS is widely regarded as one of the finest Special Forces units in the world.

- See any active service? - Mr. Rose does not discuss specifics.

I don't exploit my role in operations which cost men their lives.

If all you're interested in is my history, there's a bio on my website.

We wanted to know if your reputation is for real. We'll just contact the SAS. They'll tell us.

- Well, look... - Fine.

Don't expect a speedy response.

- Bones! - That's assault!

Would a Special Forces guy have been able to stop that?

- I don't know. You got the jump on him there. - This one won't be a surprise.

- You ready? - What?

This is common assault. Charges will be laid.

No way he's special ops. It's a bunch of PR crap.

- No more questions. - I demand she be arrested for assault!

Shut up, Kendall.

Think I want it all over the newspapers that I'm taking a woman to court for slapping me?

- You won't get into trouble for this? - Three degrees. Just doing some research.

I am telling you, salted or not, there is something at the bottom of that shaft.

I never got to go all the way down.

The bones were on wood. I want to see what's underneath.

- I always thought it'd be me who'd find it. - Hey, all for one and one for all, right?

- That was The Three Musketeers. - They were always piratey to me.

- Let's do this. - Let's do it.

Hey.

Dispatch, 22705.

Last name McGinnis, first name Dane. I need to know which military branch he served in.

Affirmative, 22705. Stand by.

- Why Dane? - He said Hodgins swam like a squid.

Squint. He must've said squint.

No, I said squint, OK? Dane said squid, which is military slang for a sailor.

Is this what they call a Hail Mary pass?

- You receiving? - Loud and clear.

Man, it's muddy today.

Yeah? Usually it clears up past the first flood channel at 12m.

# Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum

Don't conjure up any ghosts. There's too many down there waiting to claim your ass.

Ghosts? Right.

22705, Dispatch. McGinnis, Dane, served in the navy.

Rating, chief petty officer, Naval Special Warfare.

- Oh, yeah. Had to be. - What?

- Guy was a Navy SEAL. - So? You were a guide.

A Ranger. I was a Ranger, Bones, OK? I was not a guide.

Guides, they show you waterfalls, they sell you cookies. I was a Ranger.

What's he doing at the shaft?

- Are Rangers afraid of SEALs? - What? Come on. No.

Rangers aren't afraid of anybody. All right? SEALs are pretty good, though.

- Hey, Dane. - Oh, hey. What's up?

- We know it was you. - Bones.

- You have a gun. What's he got? - Somebody in the shaft.

- How far down am I? - Is that Hodgins?

Hey, Dane?

I can't read my depth display.

Hey, is something going on?

Is there anybody up there? Why don't you answer me?

CPO McGinnis, step away from the air hose.

Yeah? Well, I need you to toss that gun into the shaft,

and toss me your keys, and handcuff yourselves to that crane.

I take your truck. Otherwise, I am going to cut this hose and your buddy's gonna die.

- Yeah. Do that. - Bones... Not gonna happen.

If you can hear me, tug on the air hose.

I feel a blast of cold water. It's a spring or some kind of conduit from the ocean.

It's clear water. Visibility is better.

You killed two men. I can't let you drive away.

Those guys. Putting fake bones in there, making the whole thing into a con job.

My brother died down there looking for that treasure.

A lot of good men did. This was their life. Those men dishonoured them.

Dane, can you hear me, man? I am on the bottom.

You good enough to take that shot before I cut this?

- Pretty good. - Just pretty good?

Please. I'm working.

I'm gonna need some more slack in the line, Dane. I mean, what's going on?

I'll get a sample.

I can see where the shaft wall has collapsed before.

Oh, my God. Holy...

Damn!

Can you see this, Dane?

- What is it? - Take a look.

Yeah. I do, you'll shoot me.

Dane? Can you see this, man?

- It's a gold coin. - Yeah.

Probably something else they stole from the museum.

This is real! It's a big...

You want to see it, you're going to have to bring Hodgins up.

Please. He's down there because he believes.

He's no different than you, no different than your brother.

Bring him up.

Do it for your brother.

An original Breen 984 half doubloon,

designed by Ephraim Brasher, engraved by Ephraim Brasher,

and, hold your breath, gentlemen and ladies, 204 grains.

- A real gold pirate coin. - How many more are down there?

Rose agreed to have the museum do the authentication of the treasure.

- There won't be any more. - Why do you say that?

I was down there. It's not gonna give it up that easily.

- The treasure's been located. - I'm sure it's been located before.

I'll take that.

- You think he's happy to be back home? - Well, he looks that way to me.

Ha.

- He's not happy. - What do you mean?

Hodgins is right. He'd be a lot happier at the bottom of that shaft.

With the other pirates.

- Arrr! - Arrr, matey. Arrr!

Arrr!

What's that mean?