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I'll tie up, babe.

Nice toss, champ.

It's stuck.

Oh, my God.

DELKO:
Aw, at least somebody
hit a bull's-eye.

A spear.

YELINA:
Slip is rented
to a Paul Jackson.

Marina captain says Paul just
signed a lease two days ago.

Okay. Now,
this is a brand-new boat.

Yeah, I'll see
if I can track down the dealer.

Okay. Keep me posted.

Least he went out in style.

New boat, new gear.

Top-shelf tequila.

CAINE:
Yes, tequila for one,

so he wasn't expecting company.

A spear, so he's either
a deep sea diver

or knows one.

DELKO:
No spearguns
on the vessel,

so the suspect must have
brought it in with him.

Brought it in and took it away.
YELINA:
Neighbors,

harbor patrol--
nobody saw a thing.

Morning, ladies
and gentlemen.

Morning, Alexx.

Can I take him off your hands?

He's all yours.

I am going to find...

the one that got away.

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So, our victim
takes the spear...

...and blood pools
around his feet.

Speed?

SPEEDLE:
Void in the blood pool.

Rectangular,
with a peak.

Could be a lead diving weight.

Yes. Whatever it was
caused ridges to form

in the blood within minutes,
right?

And whoever removed it...

...watched this man die.

DELKO:
Hey, H., I'm seeing
some salvage gear

in here-- high-end scanners,
things like that,

all still in the boxes.

Salvager. Well, it'd take
an awful lot of used tin

to afford a boat like this.

Okay, here's what

we need to do.
Let's find out who

and what

was here.

All right?

( camera shutter clicking )

Naked guy, boat hull and spear.

Not something you see every day.

And they say guns are dangerous.

Got some transfer here.

DUQUESNE:
That looks like fish scales.

ALEXX:
Mm.

Transfer probably occurred

as the spear passed
through the torso.

The blades'll have
better samples.

Give me a hand,
Calleigh, please.

( grunts )

Whew!
Thanks.

I'll be in Firearms.

Velocity, tool marks--

somewhere there's a speargun
out there

that goes with this spear.

( chuckles )

What?

You got a new boat
and a used toilet.

The seat's up.

( Speedle sighs )

Why does it always got
to be the toilet?

WOODS:
Cause of death:
massive internal damage.

The spear perforated the liver
and abdominal aorta.

X ray showed small
linear fracture,

definitely perimortem.

And finally,
the extremities.

Irritation on the hands
and forearms.

We think he could be a salvager.

So he got this

in the water.

Jellyfish?

Possibly, but take a look
at these cuts

inside the welts.

I'm thinking fire coral.

Mm. Jellyfish
and fire coral

are cousins.

If he scraped against
the fire coral...

it'd release nematocysts.

Stings just like a jellyfish.

Welts usually only last a day.

So he's been underwater

in the last 24 hours.

How about this black chemical?

Has that been sent to Trace?

Yeah. Looks like
fingerprint ink.

I was thinking

maybe he's been in
the system this week.

Or down deep,
touching something silver.

Well, you said he
was a salvager. Tin?

No, not tin.

Silver, as in silver coins.

They react to the salt water

and break down
into black sulfides.

You know what this guy is?

This guy is a treasure hunter.

Treasure hunting, huh?

There's a good chance.

Makes sense.

It's a $2 billion
business in Florida--

hunting for treasure.

All that hope for a little
stretch of coastline.

I assume you want
me to get in touch

with the State
Archeology Unit.

Let's find out what quadrant
Mr. Paul Jackson leased, okay?

Paul Jackson didn't own
his own boat,

let alone his own quadrant.

Mm. So he
had a boss.

Yeah. Marty Jones--
who isn't really boss material,

but he has a working vessel,
and that's all you need.

That and lease rights.

So you gave this Marty
a quadrant?

Yeah. Florida Marine
Archeology Regs.

Two miles by one.

Can you tell us where

exactly that is?

Badge'll get you anything.

You work for
the State.

So, even if Paul
found treasure,

it would've belonged
to Marty, right?

And the State of Florida.

They have to split it
with us, 80/20.

And the State still gets
to choose which 20?

You hunt.
A little bit.

When I was a kid, I, uh--

my big plan was
to find enough gold

to bring the rest of my
family over from Cuba,

but I, uh, I never
got that lucky.

( laughs )
Any chance Marty and Paul

didn't report a find?

Oh, no, that's not them.

When Marty and Paulie
found something,

they were like kids coming
to register it

in my office.

Even though the stuff
was a step above junk.

Nostalgia pieces.

Like my Penelope.

Who's that?

British freighter, sank in '42.

The only wreck I ever arrested.

So you never got anything good
from her, huh?

Bragging rights.

There's a second name
on this map.

"Bret Betancourt."

Oh, yeah. Investor.

Probably a
silent partner.

Is there an address

besides a P.O. box?

No. Sorry.

So this Betancourt is
an honorary treasure hunter.

He's been throwing money
at our spearing victim

and his partner Marty
for years.

State says
they've never found a thing.

Okay, and Yelina
is after this Marty.

Yeah, and Betancourt.

No luck so far.

CAINE:
Okay, if you want to find out
where someone is,

find out where they've been.

Marine life, quadrant.

Right. So we know

that our victim has
been near fire coral,

but that covers half
the coast of Florida.

DELKO:
Yes, but there is
only one species

that's found at
depths of 80 feet.

That's Millepora alcicornis.

Which is the kind
that stung our victim.

Exactly. And that narrows it

down to two
reef sections--

the Muldoons and
the Cortez Trench.

Cortez Trench.

Okay, here's what we do:

let's start with the trench,
and you suit up.

You're going
treasure hunting.

MAN ( over radio ):
Delko, you've got 22 minutes
of air left.

DELKO:
Copy. Somebody was down here
before us.

I see something.

What have you got?

Delko, do you read? Over.

Delko, talk to me.

Delko? Delko?

Let me see
that camera.

What did you find?

I swear I saw a mermaid.

( laughs )

Dream on, diver man.

Got a vacuum nozzle.

How much disturbance
was down there?

I don't
remember.

Okay. How deep were you?

I don't
know, uh...

110 feet.

Narcosis.

Yeah, nitrogen
levels are triple
at that depth.

No wonder why I felt
like I was drunk.

Could explain why you thought
you saw a mermaid.

He did see a mermaid.

See? Take a look at that.

You recognize her?

Yeah.

That's it, that's
what I saw.

Oh, my God.

( electronic beeping )

( beep )

One down.

So, what do you
do, just go to

lostfigureheads.com?

Uh, there's no record
for most figureheads,

but these four ships were the
Titanics of their century.

( beeping )

( beep )

There it is.
She's the figurehead

for La Nuestra Señora
de Zaragoza.

A Spanish galleon.

The Spanish
galleon.

Female saints are on the bow
for good luck.

That's clearly not
a foolproof strategy.

JENSON:
The Zaragoza's legend.

Documented to have capsized
in 1649

with Spain's greatest riches

in its hull.

So, will you define "riches"?

Gold, silver, art, jewels.

She went down
just off the coast

during a hurricane
when Miami was

still known as Tequesta.

CAINE:
So Hurricane Andrew
shifted sands

and revealed this wreck.

Let's finish
what Andrew started.

( elevator bell dings )

YELINA:
Our victim's dive partner,

Marty Jones.
A statie spotted him

on the side of the road.

Cracked radiator.

Mm. Heading
north or south?

YELINA:
Key West.

Ah, yes, the
end of the line.

Oh, uh, one more thing.
Hmm?

He wears a prosthetic device.

Says it's against
his civil rights

to make him remove it.

State Patrol wasn't sure
of the protocol.

Well, let's clarify
it for them.

( chuckles )

Scares little kids
and law enforcement.

My hook.

Just like a
pirate, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. She ain't
too good with pliers,

but I love my hook.

I love her.

But the problem, Marty,
is that your hook

is a potential weapon for us,

so we're going to ask you
to relinquish it, please.

Now, you know...

he's the first one with a badge
to ever to ask nice.

Here we go.

( sighs )

Trade you a hook for a light.

Sorry.

I can't do that.

So tell me what happened.

What's this all about?

Your dive partner's dead.

What, Paulie?

And then you
left town,

which makes
us think

you have something
to do with it.

No, no, no.

No way. I went off
on a fishing trip.

I haven't seen Paulie in a week.

Down to the Keys,

I understand.

This is a photograph

of your brand of cigar,
which puts you on Paulie's

two-day-old boat.

You were there.

Yeah. Well.

Paulie called me.

Said he needed
to talk.

I go over.

He keeps beating
around the bush.

Oh, so, I...
I go to the head.

Had a smoke...

and that's when I heard
somebody else on board.

Somebody else? Who
are we talking about?

Mmm.

You know...

your people must think I'm
a real bastard or something,

keeping quiet, but I didn't
want to lose my financing.

I mean, I love
Paulie and all, but...

I gotta
tell you, I love

treasure-hunting more.

So how would you
lose your financing?

Bret Betancourt.

Your silent partner.

Funds all your treasure dives.

And kills my dive partner.

He didn't know
I saw him kill Paulie.

Okay, but wait.

You're saying
you witnessed the murder.

That's right,

and I wasn't about
to tell him, either.

So I booked
down to the Keys.

Marty,

if you witnessed
the murder,

that means you were
definitely there.

Tell me what you think
created that void.

Don't know.

Betancourt
went down for something,

but his body blocked me.

I couldn't see what it was.

Okay. Well,
I think we can all agree that

that is a whale
of a tail, Marty.

Detective Salas is gonna take

some addresses
from you now.

Home, boat slip, storage units.

Not hiding anything.

Mi casa es su casa, huh?

Not even treasure?

You guys found treasure
in our quadrant.

Is that what
this is really about?

No.

This is really about murder.

Could be a million
dollars' worth of gold.

Is that all of it?

No, sir. It'll take
another ten trips

to get the mother lode, and
that's with the best equipment

the Coast Guard has.

Two men couldn't get it all,

even in a week.

Bet our guys
got some of it, though.

Judging
from the disturbance,

they got away
with a small fortune.

Okay, so we've got a
marine archeologist

and a shipwreck
conservationist on board.

What do you think?

Is this treasure their
find? Or evidence?

Related to murder,
we get first shot.

Nice form.

Hey.

But weak follow-through.

There is absolutely

nothing wrong with my
follow-through, Detective.

It's this speargun
that lacks tension.

It doesn't have enough
to make it through

the gel block,
let alone the hull.

Try something with more punch.

How did I ever
do my job before I met you?

Okay.

This one...

has an extra... 120 pounds

of thrust.

It's compact, but it fires
like a rocket launcher.

You okay?

Yeah.

Oh. That gun had
a little bit of a kick to it.

Ah, but look at my gel block.

Now, that is
a good shot.

Not like it was on the run.

Hey.

I will make you a deal.

You stay out of my office,
I'll stay out of yours.

Okay.

Hey, not at work.

Aren't you done
with your little experiment?

You know what?

Diminishing my work

as a CSI is not going
to get you any points with me.

Well, what will?

Leaving. I have to run the
numbers on the speargun.

Okay. I'm gone.

Good.

Get out.

Fine.

The Spanish kept better
records of the ships

that sank than
of the ones that made it.

Well, that makes sense.

You lose a ship, you
lose all that gold.

I guess. You lose your gold,
you lose your empire, right?

They had 46 tons

of gold, silver, religious art

and jewelry.

Over $2 billion.

How do you let that sink?

They got greedy.

Overloaded the ship,
left too late in the season...

Got caught in a hurricane.

They never had a chance.

One hurricane buried it,
another one cleaned it off.

That's one good thing
that came out of Andrew.

You think finding treasure's
a good thing?

It's gold.
It's a good thing.

I don't know.

Everything I've seen, treasure
only brings trouble to people.

Are you saying that because

you never found
your little treasure?

Look, man, you got anything

from the manifest
match the void?

I got three possibles.

The incense tray's
the right size.

But it's silver,
it would have eroded.

Gold wouldn't have,
but the ingots didn't match up.

I'll tell you one thing,

that Coast Guard
guy was right.

Judging from the
disturbances down there,

somebody made off with millions.

Sorry, never met him.

YELINA:
Paulie Jackson works
for you for five years,

and you never met him?

Well, he, he never actually
worked for me.

He worked for Marty Jones,
and I hired Marty.

So you've always been insulated.

Potential lawsuits.

Indie contracting

is the way to go.
It's sad, but, you know,

way of the world.
When was the last time

you talked to Marty?

( Betancourt laughs )

Captain Hook, huh?

Couple of weeks ago, why?

Can I get our guests anything?

Um...

I don't think so.

Thank you.

Shame.

CAINE:
Could I, um,

could I use your restroom?

Thank you.
Be right back.

BETANCOURT:
So, uh,

Marty is the real, uh,
treasure nut, you know?

Something you need?

Possibly.

These your husband's?

Mm-hmm.

He likes to mount
all his trophies.

I bet that makes
you feel special, huh?

Oh, it does.

Mr. Betancourt,
do you own a speargun?

I think, uh,

I never use it, it's on my boat.

You mind if I
take a look?

I'm starting to.

CAINE:
Okay, I got an idea,

why don't you lend us
the speargun, and I will

ignore the endangered fish
in there.

Report the fish.
I'll pay the fine.

This is crazy,
why, why would I kill this guy?

How about sunken treasure?

Sunken treasure?

My, my quadrant, that,
are you kidding me?

You seem surprised.

GABRIELA:
Honey!

There's a delivery
for you.

Uh, have them send it
around back.

Lieutenant, um, unless
you have a warrant,

it was really nice to meet you.
Mr. Betancourt,

you are about to make
an enemy you don't need.

Trust me on that.

Detective.

Oh, hey, uh, they find any
treasure, it's, uh, mine.

You notice?
Both Marty and Betancourt

reacted the same way
about the treasure--

shocked it existed.

CAINE:
Like gambling in Casablanca

one of them is lying.
What's wrong?

Look at this guy's
tennis shoes,

they don't match his uniform.

They're too clean.

Mrs. Betancourt,
where's the package?

The delivery?

The package?
Where's the package?

Well, I, I just gave it to...

Bret!

You okay? You okay?

A lot of bang
for a letter bomb.

Mm-hmm.

Sheet explosive.

Flexible, like a pad of paper.

Betancourt probably thought
he was getting a contract.

Yes, but not the kind
he was expecting.

As soon as he opened
that package...

( electrical sizzling )

( explosion )

If Marty did this,
I'll find trace amounts

of, uh, deep sea explosives.

If it's not alive or nailed
down, Speed, bag it.

Alex?

Bomb that size,
and all he lost was a hand.

That's not from
the shrapnel.

It's from
a compression wave.

Air moving at 900
feet per second.

That kind of force would
macerate his internal organs--

turn his insides to jelly...

but leaves the skin untouched.

A million ways to die.

So I heard you hurt yourself.

No.

Did Detective Hagen

tell you that?

In passing.

Are you okay?

All right.

The Exemplar speargun

did give me a run
for my money.

Can I see it?

Ouch.

Well, our victim didn't
have one of those.

Well, then he didn't
shoot the speargun.

So he didn't kill
Paul Jackson.

Speed.

Got an action
switch.

It's pretty sophisticated.

It's more than that meathead
Marty could come up with.

So we're dealing with a pro.

Excuse me, ladies.

Mrs. Betancourt,
we'd like to find out

who killed your husband.

A little while ago,
you were accusing
him of murder.

Well, two things
can be true at once.

I would also like to take
a look on your yacht.

You just saved my life.

It's a little difficult
for me to say no.

I'll take that as a yes.

Well, it matches

your description
of the murder weapon.

Take a look at that.

Hmm. Smudgy prints.

What do you think,
some kind of ink?

It's from sulfides,
like from silver coins.

Same as our victim,

except Betancourt doesn't
bother to hide the gun.

You think it's a plant?

I don't know.

Is Betancourt a good guy?

I wouldn't
go that far.

You smell that?

That's diesel fuel.

Yeah.

It's like it's seeping
through the floor.

Okay, so why would
someone soak

a perfectly good yacht
with diesel fuel?

To fool the Coast Guard.

Drugs.
Yeah, cocaine.

The diesel fuel throws off
the detectors.

Breaks down
the molecular

structure of the coke.

No wonder she didn't
want us on board.

So if Betancourt's
funding treasure hunting,

to cover drug smuggling,

he doesn't even know
they found gold.

Do you think she'll
talk to us?

Nope, not on your life,

but I know where we can get
some good information.

Come on.

Brought Coast Guard's radar
history of this quadrant

for the last three months.

SPEEDLE:
We ran the lat and
long of our suspect,

Betancourt.

The fact that he
had a private slip

made it real easy
to ID his vessel.

Like you thought--
first Monday of every month,

Betancourt would head out
to the same zone.

SPEEDLE:
Stay out there half a day,
head back, like clockwork.

Okay, so what happened
to Betancourt's radar image

while he was out there?

Well, radar--
it works

by line of sight,

so if he's out of
our line of sight...

He's in a dead zone.

Right there.

He knew exactly how to exploit
the government's weaknesses.

Okay. We know what he did.

What did Marty do?

Our Captain Hook.

Followed the same pattern
every day except for one.

The day
before the murder.

Then his boat disappeared
off radar.

Right...

When he should have been
looking for shipwrecks,

maybe he stumbled
onto Betancourt's coke.

Then he reappears
outside of the dead zone.

15 minutes later,
he pulls a U-ey

and doesn't stay long enough

to dive, and not even
to drop an anchor.

Nobody goes that far out to sea
just to turn around, do they?

Maybe he picked something up.

Or maybe...
he dropped something off.

H, I got something.

Send it up, Eric.

White gold.

Yeah.

It's not just
any coke, either.

Look at the mark.

"100 f."

Javier Cienfuegos.

Cienfuegos.

The finest in Colombia,

so I guess we know
who letter-bombed our guy.

Now, where's the rest of it?

We were down there three
quarters of an hour, H.

There's nothing
else down there.

Nobody risks a plane
and a pilot for 50 keys.

Let's find the rest of it.

The question remains, Marty,

did you transfer the rest
of the cocaine

to your salvage
boat or not?

What rest?

I didn't take any cocaine
from any drop zone.

No, you moved it.

And you moved it
to make it look like

Betancourt had skimmed
from the Colombians

so you and Paul
would get the treasure.

Until, of course, you put
a spear into Paul, right?

Look, man, I don't
even own a speargun.

No, you don't,
but Betancourt does.

I didn't shoot Paulie.

You're lying, Marty.

Here.

Go ahead, check me.

I bruise easy.

Do you see a bruise there?

Nope.

Lift up your shirt.

What?

Lift up your shirt, Marty.

Ooh.

That's a bruise.

Hey, hey, come on.

I-I don't even know
how to use a speargun.

No, you don't.

You don't know
how to use one,

and that's why you held it
like a pistol,

you and your hook.

And then you snuck back
onto Betancourt's boat

and replaced it.

Says who?

( chuckles )

Says who.

The miracle of science, Marty.

Take a look at that.

Transfer sulfides
on the speargun.

( laughs )

Oh...

Hey, officer.

So let me guess...

the State's Attorney is
refusing to prosecute, right?

I made her case.

I told her everything.

And she told you...?

That we have no witnesses.

Smudges, but no prints

and nothing to place
him on the crime scene.

So Paul Jackson is dead,

and our friend Marty
over there goes free.

For now.

( elevator bell dings )

Hey.

Hi.

Your message ran out
on my voicemail, but...

I got the gist.

I just can't believe
you told Horatio

I was hurt by an experiment.

Relax.

I happen to know that "relax"
is cop-speak for "shut up."

Look, all I am saying is,

please don't tell anybody

I am anything less than
squared away on a case.

All right?

It was
a nothing conversation

in the elevator, Calleigh...
John.

Loud and clear.

Thank you.

( groans softly )

Are you a religious man?

After a fashion.

I've been looking for an object
to fill our void.

I got it.

The Cross of Santiago
was at the murder scene.

Hmm.

It's a beauty.

Probably
the one piece

Marty held out
for his partner to chew on

while he hid the rest

of his stash.

SPEEDLE:
So Paulie is
on his new boat

admiring his Cross...

And then Captain Hook
shows up.

Marty probably stashed
the Cross with the rest

of his loot, wherever that is.

CAINE:
Or he sold it.

This guy has to get out of
our jurisdiction, doesn't he?

You don't think that would raise
a lot of flags in Miami fencing?

It might for gold, but the Cross
is a work of art.

He could sell it
on the grey market.

Yeah.

That's the big scam.

Art collectors.

They never say items
were stolen,

they say they were found.

I'll get into it.

I'll start looking

for Internet grey sites.

Keep me posted.

Mrs. Betancourt.

I didn't know
where else to go.

My husband...

I'm worried that I
could be in danger, too.

( footsteps )

Well, I think Cienfuegos
has made his point

so for the time being,
you are safe...

unless there's something
you're not telling me.

I always believed
that Bret was a salvager.

Go on.

Legally, he was...
a salvager, Lieutenant.

So let me get this straight.

You are here
for the treasure.

By rights, it is mine
as my husband's widow.

Mrs. Betancourt, if you
go down this road,

the DEA will label you
an accomplice,

seize your assets and throw
you in federal prison

for drug smuggling.

I never smuggled a thing.

No, but you benefited
from it.

Well, it's not like
I have savings.

Bret handled
all our money.

My advice to you

is to put your house
on the market,

move to Palm Springs

or Arizona or anywhere
where it is landlocked.

You ever get out
to Palm Springs,
Lieutenant Caine?

Only on business.

Will there be anything else?

Apparently not.

Insistent lady.

"Lady"?
Mm-hmm.

How we doing?

I checked the
storage unit

Marty rented at the pier.

Found coconuts--
hundreds of them.

No treasure.

So he's playing with us.

You okay?

Oh, I'm good. Yeah.

Yelina.

I'm not sleeping really
well since the bomb.

Hmm. Old memories.

What?

I'm just glad you're
a bomb expert.

( beeping )

I heard you're bidding
on the Cross of Santiago.

I'm trying to.

I can't get into
this art site.

I got in

on the old PDA.

The Cross of Santiago

could've been
ours yesterday

for a mere $80,000.

Somebody bought it?

The Zaragoza was my last one.

Now I have an artifact

from every Florida shipwreck
of the 1600s.

Congratulations;
two men dead

all so you can have
a matching set.

It's their deaths that
give the art its value.

Sailors carrying
treasures

across oceans,
through centuries...

It's a sacred calling
to be an art collector.

Ma'am, I'm afraid
to tell you

your Cross of Santiago
is now our evidence.

Here it is,

right over here.

Wait a minute.

What are you doing?
What is he doing?

Oh, it's just a
mild acid solution.

That cross is part
of a murder investigation,

and what he's doing is
tampering with evidence.

So, that accounts

for those little smatterings
of blood.

You just destroyed
any fingerprints

the killer might have left.

Well, I had no idea.

I'm terribly sorry.

Yeah, sure you are.

We're going to need
to take that from you, anyway.

Oh, no, you don't.

This cross is mine

until you youngsters bring me
a warrant from a sitting judge.

Is that the sacred part you were
talking about there, Vivian?

You must be a Yankee.

Yeah, I'm from Jamaica, Queens.

He's doing his
best to serve

the great state of Florida,
Mrs. Kensington.

He's a bit of
a rebel himself.

So, if it wouldn't be

too much trouble,
would you mind

if we got the name of the person
who sold you the artifact?

Well, I might just be able

to find that information
for you somewhere.

Thank you.

Hey, I found out
who sold the cross.

That's great.
What's the name?

There wasn't
a name.

It's just a company.

The check was made out
to Lost Penelope Salvage.

"Penelope"?

You recognize it?

( sighs )

Yeah.

Hey.

Hi.

Hi.

Well...

something tells me

you didn't ask me here
to go diving, did you?

No, I didn't.

State was going to get its 80%.

Just retroactively.

Everybody'd
do okay.

Including you, right?

I had the online auction
account.

My reputation.

Marty was just going
to give me a kickback

for selling
the cross.

I hope the bonus
is worth some jail time.

Do you know how hard it is

to survive
on a government paycheck?

Yes, I do.

It was found money, Eric.

Who gets hurt?

How about Paul Jackson
with a speargun

in his chest?

I had nothing to do with that.

That wasn't me. Nothing.

By law you do, Christine.

What?

No. No!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

What can I do to fix this?
Wha...?

I don't know.

Maybe you can cut a deal
for yourself

and shave off some time.

Let's go.

Hey, what can I say?

Her word
against mine.

And she defrauded
the state.

What prosecutor is going
to go for that?

You know, Marty...

you're absolutely right.

You know what I like about him?

Grace in defeat.

Yeah,
try as we might,

can't all be winners.

I hope
you're not under the impression

that you've won something.

Well, tell you what,

I am walking out of here.

Me and my hook
are going down to claim

what you guys tried to steal
from my quadrant.

Flag on the play, Marty.

We have arrested the
wreck of the Zaragoza.

You can't. She's mine.

As of an hour ago,
she belongs

to the State University
Marine Center.

You'll never see a penny.

Sorry. I'm the one
who found her,

and I have a lease
with the state.

Which became null and void
the minute you sold the cross.

( sighs )

Okay, no big deal.

"No big deal."

Why? Because you have your stash
on the side?

Let's see how
far you get

with that angry
Colombian out there.

You think he hasn't heard
you tampered

with his cocaine?

And if he hasn't,

I'm sure Betancourt's widow

will let him know.

Marty, don't accept
any registered mail.

You trying to scare me
so I'll give it up?

I'm not.
I'm trying to save your life.

I like my odds out there.

You're making a mistake, Marty.

I've made them before.

Mmm.

I hope it's not your last.

Always standing guard.

Well, there's all kinds
of pirates out there.

What would you do
if you found a treasure?

What would you do?
Me?

Wear better jewelry.

( laughs )

I don't know-- travel.

See the world.

Get Ray Jr.
into private school.

But you didn't answer
my question.

Hmm?

If you found a treasure,
what would you do?

( phone ringing )

Hang on a second.

Horatio.

Where are you?

When did they find it?

Hour ago, sir.

Throttle was wide open.

Nobody's seen the owner.

Looks like Marty was
doing a little celebrating.

Uh-oh.

Well, I bet
they didn't ask nicely.

Who?

The Colombians.

Well, we've got
a dying pirate

either running
for his life

or running for
his treasure.

Let's open this
and figure it out.

So, it was
his treasure.

How'd the Colombians
miss that?

They didn't.

They didn't
know about it.

They were too busy

being focused on him
messing with theirs.

Lieutenant?
Uh-huh.

Should I call off my divers?

Mmm.

Why don't you do that.

Let's let the tides
find this one.

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