Bones (2005–2017): Season 6, Episode 19 - The Finder - full transcript
Sam Nozik's beetles-eaten corpse in a Florida glade is identified from his acrylic eye. He worked in a Miami museum, from which a treasure map to a Spanish galleon was stolen. Booth grudgingly allows his superstitious former foreign army tour acquaintance Walter Sherman (and his team of two) to use his 'tracing gift' to find and retrieve the treasure. They do, after consulting bishop Edward Galano on period navigation, and find the corpse, but meanwhile the diver herself has been murdered too. Booth meanwhile comes to terms with his grudge against Walter as 'insensitive' MP.
♪ Got a idea,
tell you what let's do ♪
♪ Let's go out to that place
on the Turtle Bayou ♪
♪ We'll maybe get lucky,
maybe get shot ♪
♪ It couldn't be half
of the trouble I got ♪
♪ Turtle Bayou turn around... ♪
How did we even
find these remains?
We passed the middle
of nowhere about an hour ago.
That's not a legitimate
geographical reference.
Anonymous call gave us
the exact GPS coordinates.
Everglades makes it
FBI jurisdiction.
Bones makes it
your jurisdiction.
BOOTH: That is right.
BRENNAN:
Male, late 20s.
Visually impaired.
I kind of figured that out
with the glass eye there.
So, where are the clothes?
There's no clothes.
Well, when you want
to get rid of a body,
you don't want nothing between
the teeth and the meat.
Extensive evidence of mammal,
fish, reptile
and bird scavenging.
This appears to be scoring
from human teeth.
SHERIFF:
Yeah, we get that.
Cannibals.
Feral hogs.
Hogs got people teeth.
I know a guy made his own set
of dentures that way.
BOOTH: Feral hogs?
- Mm-hmm.
Sure.
The serial number for this
prosthetic eye is discernible.
BOOTH:
Great that's all I need.
Just give me the serial number,
I'll just text it back
to the Miami field office
and we'll know the identity
before we even get back
to civilization.
Isn't that right, Sheriff?
You bet.
MAN: You identified Sam
through his glass eye?
Acrylic eye, yes.
Does that mean his eye is all
that's left of him?
Well... Pretty much.
Yeah, I'd say pretty much.
So, Nozik... he worked here
as a security guard?
Yes. I'm the museum's
head curator.
We specialize in historical
maritime artifacts.
- Was this some kind of an accident?
- Body dump.
Murder?
Who would murder Sam?
Traditionally, that is
the question we ask.
Did he have any problems,
issues?
You know, things like that?
There's something
you should see.
That's Sam Nozik?
Yes. He failed to report
for work ten days ago.
72 hours later,
we reported him missing.
This is the last footage
we have of Sam.
What is he doing?
BOOTH: Something sneaky,
that's for sure.
I mean, look at him.
He stole an 18th century
nautical chart fragment.
Our most recent acquisition.
What's it worth?
Well, that depends
who you talk to.
We're talking to you.
It's worthless, until
it's authenticated.
Authenticated as what?
The final resting place
of the Spanish treasure ship
Santa Esperanza.
She sank during a storm
in the spring of 1774.
- Treasure ship?
- So when you say worthless,
what you actually mean
is the exact opposite.
No.
Yes, I get your point.
But there have
literally been dozens
of these things over the years,
and none has turned
out to be authentic.
When it comes to such things,
it's realistic
to be a pessimist.
Looks like your security guard
was an optimist.
Bones, you know those guys
who use a forked stick to
find water in the desert?
Diviners? I know one.
I know a man who can do
third degree polynomial
equations in his head.
No, Bones, I'm not trying to
have a conversation with you.
What I'm saying to you is
I actually know somebody
I could put on the case.
To find the treasure?
Treasure maps have gotten people
killed for hundreds of years.
It's a chart, Booth.
Charts reference water,
maps reference land.
Find the map,
find the murderer.
Possibly.
How does he find things?
That son of a bitch
has got the finder power.
Which one is the
son of a bitch?
The him there who isn't a her
or the big man that's
reading a book. Come on.
Walter?
Walter? You mind?
We got an important "philiosophical"
debate to resolve.
I think you mean
"philosophical"
which also does not apply
to "Ninja versus Samurai."
- Samurai. BOOTH:
- You know what? He's right.
I'd definitely go with him.
Ninja is all stealth.
My bet? Straight up,
right on the warrior.
Nobody said anything
about a bet, Booth.
You still gambling?
It's a figure of speech, Wally.
Who sent you?
We need you to find something.
Of course you need him
to find something.
That's what he does.
His question was,
and I quote, "Who sent you?"
Who are you?
Leo, Walter's legal advisor.
Ike there is his bartender.
Who are you?
I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan
from the Jeffersonian Institute.
All right, look. You still on
retainer with the FBI?
Well, if you were
legitimate FBI,
you'd know the answer
to that question.
I'm going to have
to see some credentials.
Okay. Oh.
You see that? FBI.
No. How about you? Here you go.
- No, don't give him that. No.
- Why not?
Just give...
That's going to be bad.
Too late now.
He's very suspicious.
Why'd you give him that?
You shouldn't just...
Now he's biting my ID.
- He's going to ruin the magnetic strip.
- All right.
Give me the ID, Wally.
Wally, give me the ID.
I'm not done with it yet.
Give me the ID.
(both grunting) Give me back...
Give me back the ID.
(crashing, Walter grunts)
Leo! Leo!
You provoked this upon yourself.
Let me know
how things turn out.
A little help. (Crashing)
Leo, where you going?
Cold beer while you wait?
- Give back the ID.
- Wait for what?
(both grunting)
Booth, knock it off.
For the boys to
get reacquainted.
You know, I could arrest you for
assaulting a federal officer.
You know that, right?
WALTER:
It wouldn't do you any good.
A while back I found the attorney
general's son in a crack den.
What is the connection
between those two statements?
Walter here has a, uh...
shall we say a guardian angel
(ringing)
on his shoulder?
Isn't that right, Wally?
We can't touch him.
People are very
grateful when it comes
to the what was once
lost and now is found.
Uh, Pudge here
is blind in one eye.
How can you tell?
It's the way he holds
up that scrap
of whatever is is to the light.
"Whatever it is" is a map.
It's a chart fragment,
Mr. Sherman.
Oh, please, call me Walter.
BOOTH: Seriously? Focus.
Can we? Thank you.
Really.
Are you two sleeping together?
(laughing): No.
No. Would you sleep with me?
BOOTH: You know what?
You find the map,
maybe you got a shot.
What? (Mouths)
WALTER: He's drunk.
Look at him wobble and belch.
Uh, what kind of
chart fragment?
BOOTH:
It's a treasure map, okay?
The last location
was the Santa something.
Esperanza.
Santa Esperanza.
So are you in or are you out?
You know, you're supposed to
find that Chinese satellite
what crashed to Earth
in East Texas.
That doesn't sound real.
Oh, it's real.
I'll squeeze you in,
for my old compadre.
But I'm the finder,
you're the catchers.
I don't know what that means.
It means I'll find
the chart fragment,
but it's on you guys
to catch the killer.
Great. Done deal.
Let's go, Bones.
Okay.
Uh, can I get your
cell number, please?
What? No. Who told you to
get my cell phone number?
BOOTH: Oh, just relax.
Don't be paranoid.
BRENNAN: In case I obtain
any helpful information
from the victim's remains
back in D.C.
What exactly do you
expect to find
from a cracked-up bag
of old bones?
Look, Bones has her thing,
just like Walter
here, all right?
Except my thing is real,
not some imaginary finder power.
All right.
I accept your challenge.
What challenge? He's upset
that you said his
finder power isn't real.
Tell me what you lost
and I'll find it.
I haven't lost anything.
Everybody's lost something.
Bones... Okay.
Tell him...
Tell him about that thing
that you won that you lost.
Just tell him.
In seventh grade,
I won first place
in my school science fair.
I lost the medal.
I went to... That's all I need.
Um, do you guys want Ike
to fly you back to D.C.?
She can have you there
in a couple hours.
She's your bartender
and your pilot?
What's with the sudden interest
in Ike?
You know what?
We're gonna fly commercial.
So why don't you
just go back inside
and find yourself
a necktie, all right?
Come on, Bones. Let's go.
Chop-chop. Come on. Gotta go.
Fly commercial, they know
where you're at at all times.
You get any kind of vibe
of Pudge's place, Ike?
500 square feet, one bedroom,
one bath,
crap neighborhood,
600 bucks a month, max.
Pudge pulled down $375 a week.
Guy was totally living
within his means.
LEO: You're saying he wasn't
any kind of master thief.
Total novice.
Tell you what: somebody
hired him to steal that map.
Well, no hidden key.
Break and enter?
Yeah, I'm a'risk it.
You want to come with?
I'm your legal advisor,
not your accomplice.
Miss you already.
He's not crazy.
Where I come from,
we call Walter's gift "Darna
Shealladh," the second sight.
Yeah, right. 'Cause, uh,
you're from Scotland.
You know what
happens, don't you?
The day Walter can't find
what he's looking for?
You ever think that maybe
that's why you and me
were put with Walter?
To make sure that never happens?
We both owe the man our lives.
Then thy shall walk
in thy way safely.
Do you know what you are?
You're an enable-izer.
♪ ♪
♪ Something ain't right ♪
♪ I'm gonna get myself,
I'm gonna get myself ♪
♪ I'm gonna get myself
connected ♪
♪ I ain't gonna go blind ♪
♪ For the light
which is reflected ♪
♪ I see through you,
I see through you ♪
♪ I see through you ♪
♪ I see through you ♪
♪ Your dirty tricks ♪
♪ You make me sick ♪
♪ I see through you,
I see through you ♪
♪ I'm gonna do it again ♪
♪ I'm gonna do it again ♪
♪ Ah ♪
♪ I'm gonna do it again ♪
♪ Gonna do it again ♪
♪ Gotta do right ♪
♪ Gonna do it again ♪
♪ 'Cause something ain't right ♪
♪ Gonna do it again ♪
♪ If you make sure
you're connected ♪
♪ The writing's on the wall ♪
♪ But if your mind's neglected ♪
♪ Stumble, you might fall ♪
♪ Stumble you might fall ♪
♪ Stumble, you might fall ♪
♪ Ah... ♪
(sighs)
(cell phone ringing)
Who is this?
It's me.
You been in there long enough.
WALTER: Okay, story so far:
Clinically depressed,
no girlfriend, weight issues,
mucho health problems.
Recently sold all his belongings
except for hundreds
of man books.
Adventure, porn, crime, spy,
or how to kill grizzly bears
with a spoon?
Crime. Except for one.
No pets, no friends,
no computer.
No wonder he was depressed.
No, he was depressed
because he was dying.
In the video, the guy's drunk,
but this house is drier
than Saudi Arabia.
So, bad guy bribes.
Pudge to steal the map,
Pudge reads too many
tough-guy books
imagines himself
a hard-boiled crook,
shows up at the meet
all whiskied up for courage
without the map.
Demands more money,
gets himself murdered.
Yup. His place get tossed?
Nope. Clean as a nun's closet.
Indicating Pudge told them
where to find the map,
most likely after torture.
Otherwise, his place would be
upside down and inside out.
(phone chimes)
Who is this?
It's Dr. Brennan
at the Jeffersonian.
Don't you have caller ID?
Caller ID doesn't tell
you who's calling.
It tells you who
the phone company
wants you to think is calling.
Hey, did you guys find out that
the victim was terminally ill?
Yes. His mitral valve
is completely calcified.
How did you know?
He had pyramids
on the ceiling of his bedroom.
Pyramids indicate
heart disease?
Of all the things
humans created,
pyramids stood
the test of time best.
Dying people invest all sorts
of meaning in them.
So, uh, did you find any signs
of torture?
Yes, I did.
Three fingers were dislocated
shortly before death.
It's possible,
given his heart condition,
that the victim died
with his secret intact.
No, he told the killer
where to find the map.
Well, do you know where?
Poor man's safety deposit box.
I-I don't know what that means.
Pawnshop. You got anything else?
No, I'm done.
Well, me, too.
(toilet flushes)
(flushing)
For each person who goes in,
three come out,
and none of them
is carrying merchandise.
Perfect setup
for receiving stolen goods.
Frau Beckenbauer? Guten Tag.
(with German accent):
My name is Walter Sherman.
Oh, hello.
Ich do Frau Becken
who was Temperance Brennan's...?
Hey, Ike, how do you say
"foster parent" in German?
What makes you think
you're speaking German?
LEO: Here in America,
you are considering
false redemption
of a pawn ticket... theft,
identity theft.
Yeah, I'm a'risk it.
Das in seventh grade
science metal den?
Impersonation
with intent to defraud.
Thank you very much.
Totally understood me.
How strange
that must be for you.
Tortious malfeasance.
I'm a'risk it.
(sighs)
I'd like to redeem this item.
Unless you issued a false
ticket, it's a ukulele.
Although you spelled ukulele
wrong... too many E's and L's.
Unless....
Is that some kind of code?
Law says that for 60 days,
I can only redeem the item
to the pawner, Mr. Sam Nozik,
which is exactly
whom you are not.
We can get a warrant if
that's the route you prefer.
Hmm. Big ups for the Mod Squad
impersonation, but no way you're cops.
Although, I'm always up
for handcuffs.
You know what? Come here.
What?
Recently, you had problems
with the city, right?
Plumbing, health, vermin.
Ah! Definite twitch
on "vermin."
They shut us down
for a whole week.
Right. Cops did that so
they could install surveillance.
Don't believe me, ask them.
Those cheating bastards.
Oh, that's a shame,
right there.
What happened to it?
Girl smashed it to bits.
A girl?
I figured
it was the guy's girlfriend.
Mad at him, right?
I give you this insight
in a spirit of cooperation.
WALTER:
The girlfriend
who smashed it...
what's her name?
Benjamin B. Benjamin.
$300? That's one
hell of a ukulele.
She maybe fished some piece
of paper out of it
before she vamoosed.
What else are you
keeping from us?
LEO: Don't take that tone
with the lovely lady.
What else do we have
to give in exchange?
Right, well, what local cops
like to do these days
is they set up their own feed
through your
surveillance cameras.
I didn't get no name,
but she had a tattoo
across her chest.
"Do Not Resuscitate."
MAN: Walter, I told you
when you found me a set of ivory
irezumi tattoo needles
from the Jomon period,
anything you need, I'm your guy.
All I know, it's a girl.
"Do not resuscitate"
across her chest.
Across her chest.
Daddy issues, self-loathing,
possibly a lesbian.
What would be good
is an actual name.
Anyone know an Ellen
with "Do not resuscitate"
inked across her boobs?
No, man. I don't know nothing.
Why?
Spider indicates drugs,
color blue means meth.
Hey, are you in charge
of meth distribution
in all of Southern Florida
or just this county?
(choking)
Leo? Leo?
As a peaceful man,
I'm going to ask you politely
to please let my friend go.
Or what, you're gonna
recite me a poem?
(grunts)
(sighs)
"Peace goes
into the making of a poet
as flour goes
into the making of bread."
Who the hell is that?
Oh, that's my legal advisor.
Hmm.
(loud, overlapping chatter)
Bartender's dealing Ecstasy,
bikers get a cut
of the pool tables,
and they're running whores.
Yeah, I didn't bring you
for your systems analysis.
Well, why did
you bring me here?
Well, well. Do Not Resuscitate.
Brittany Stephenson.
Looks like the biker
didn't lie to Leo.
Yeah, well, people
never lie to Leo.
So, I ask you,
why did you bring me here?
Oh, Rusty says she's lesbian.
I just need you
to distract her.
How?
Uh, buy her a drink.
Uh, , something suggestive like
a... ooh, a Slippery Nipple.
I am not lesbian.
I just have
a confident "demeanior."
All right. Oh.
(laughing):
Oy, oy, have a look.
Looks like Rusty got
the ol' lesbian factor wrong.
Oh, this one's mine.
Okay, how's my breath?
She smuggles meth to bikers.
She tortured the fat man
till he died.
She doesn't give a
toss about your breath.
Ah, I'm a'risk it.
Okay, while I distract her,
you break into her vehicle,
and maybe we get lucky,
find the stolen chart
in the glove compartment.
WALTER: Hey, you live on a boat?
(sighs)
You're like herpes...
impossible to get rid of.
The Screw You?
My motto. Take it personal.
Okay, so, a tattoo:
Do Not Resuscitate,
a boat: Screw You.
I got concerns
about your self-esteem.
Do you have any idea
of the black market in organs?
That tattoo
is like an open invitation
to wake up in a bathtub,
packed full of ice, no kidneys.
I'll look out for my organs,
you look out for yours.
Are we alone?
How do you mean?
I mean, is someone watching us?
You've got some kind
of mental problems, am I right?
Well, two tours in Iraq
left me a little suspicious,
but otherwise,
I am a fully functioning
male machine.
Well, hooking up
with loony tunes like you
has left me
a little suspicious.
Tide's shifting now, so...
What is that?
I don't know.
Some kind of a telescope.
It belongs to a client.
Well, I got to shove
off, so sayonara,
which is Chinese
for "Get lost."
When can I see you again?
Walter, you're cute,
but if today works out,
you'll never see me again.
Nobody will.
Because I'll be gone.
I could find you.
In my experience, men
don't try that hard.
I'm like a whole
new experience.
Once I start looking for you,
I will find you.
Why are you being
so persistent?
I'm not that pretty.
Well, that's crazy.
You're beautiful.
That's a good-bye
kiss, all right?
Well, are you sure
you don't want me
to come with you now,
just to be safe?
Now, Walter,
who the hell ever got anything
worth getting by being safe?
(engine starting)
WALTER: The chart fragment's
got to be on that boat.
I octopused her.
I couldn't find the map
anywhere on her person.
How about you?
Nothing in her truck.
Not even a VIN number.
Ah, chop shop vehicle.
All stolen bits and pieces?
Mm-hmm.
Nice girl.
Yeah, a girl who kisses a guy
to make him go away.
That's a nice form
of rejection.
Seriously, Walter?
Can you imagine how blokes she's
driven away with that mouth?
WALTER: Britanny's got
the original chart.
We'll get the next best thing.
(typing)
WALTER: Dr. Brennan.
Mr. Sherman.
What's this?
As promised.
(chuckles)
You-you did it. That's, uh...
I was going to say
"impossible," but clearly,
it's not impossible, but...
I-I... I lost this.
Are you impressed?
I'd like to impress you.
Why?
The usual reasons.
(laughs)
This...
This is me and...
my mom. I...
I'm ex... extremely grateful.
It's amazing how many times
people ask me
to find something, but...
...the real treasure's
something else altogether.
Did you come all this way
just to bring me this?
Yes.
And to ask if you got
somebody in this lab
who can recreate
the missing chart fragment
from the museum's
security footage.
Yes, yes, I, um...
Angela Montenegro has been...
working on that.
I will take you to her...
...to her office.
It's, um...
MONTENEGRO:
The security footage
includes several dozen frames
from slightly
different angles, so...
we should be able to get
a pretty good image.
How accurate will this be? 100%.
Who are you?
I'm her husband.
Huh. Are you rich?
Okay, where did that come from?
On a scale of one to
ten, she's an 11.
Well, thank you, Mr. Sherman.
Yeah, you're a seven.
So if you're rich
it just explains
the discrepancy.
Really.
Boys,
the navigator's name
was Absalon Fidalgo.
You know, this looks faint,
but it looks as though
this is the location
where he abandoned ship.
Impossible. That-that'll
put it northwest
of the Campeche Bank.
Seguid vuestro jefe:
"Follow your leader."
Now that is an obvious
reference to Jesus Christ
and his representative
on Earth, the Pope.
Which puts the prime meridian in
Rome, not Greenwich, England.
And that pulls the shipwreck
way over toward Key West.
(shouting over engine noise): You
pretty confident of your arithmetic?
(shouting): I did it by pen,
pencil, abacus and calculator.
Leo did it in his head.
It's correct.
(beeping)
Then we are here.
(engine quiets)
Maybe when I'm down there,
you two keep an eye out.
For Brittany?
More concerned about
who she's working for.
Would you get a grip.
You're in denial that she
tortured Pudge to death.
There was a sextant on her boat.
She thought it was some kind
of telescope for a client.
Now, he was probably
below decks
which is why
she wouldn't let me on board.
That... is our bad guy.
Very plausible interpretation.
Yeah,
I'm sure she's the nice
kind of meth smuggler.
Got anything?
(through radio): Naw.
You got anything going on up there?
Oil tanker maybe
ten miles east.
IKE: You might want to
rethink your maths.
Do you see anything?
WALTER: Yeah.
LEO (through headset):
What did you find, Walter?
What do you got, amberjacks?
WALTER: Not aberjacks.
Brittany. Britanny Stephenson.
I suspect drowning. That is
a good guess
since Walter here found her
at the bottom of the ocean.
SAROYAN: Really? Sarcasm?
Because this body shouldn't
even be here.
It should be on a coroner's lab
in Miami.
I'm working for the Feds.
This is a federal institution.
Who are you working for?
Me. No. Not.
That's not true.
In Cam's defense,
there's no singular
autopsy finding
(clicking)
pathognomonic of drowning.
Ooh! Ooh, what?
You find something?
(squishing)
BOOTH: What is that?
Well, it was in too far for her
to have swallowed
it on her own.
BOOTH:
My guess is that her accomplice
goes diving with her.
There's no treasure.
He gets angry,
and blames Brittany, realizing
that she's the only witness
to the murder of Sam Nozik.
Rips off her regulator
and jams that down her throat.
Wait a second. Is that blood?
SAROYAN: Yeah.
I don't think it's all hers.
Enough for DNA?
SAROYAN:
If our killer's in the database.
Whoa... More than enough.
(groan) She bit the
attacker's finger off.
Unfortunately...
BOOTH: Wow. Digestive fluids
degraded the fingerprints.
Di-Don't touch that, Wally.
That's evidence.
Please, come on. This is the
original stolen chart fragment.
My work's done.
What's this? Itemized invoice
for my expenses... mostly fuel
for Ike flying me back
and forth.
But we haven't solved
the murder.
BOOTH: Yeah, two murders.
BRENNAN: Two murders.
We haven't solved two murders.
You hired me to find
the missing chart fragment.
Eureka, ta-da, bingo.
Mission accomplished.
I found it.
Uh, technically, I found it;
In her throat.
Brittany's body was submerged
under 80 feet of water
in the middle
of the Gulf of Mexico.
I brought her here to you.
I'm pretty sure
that's the impressive part.
That's true.
If it weren't for Walter,
her remains would never
have been discovered.
Seriously.
BISHOP:
Before I tell you what I know,
I want you to promise me the
Church will get the treasure.
You got a deal, Eddie.
Please... address me
as "Excellency."
I'm a bishop.
Bishop-smishop.
We're here because
you're an expert
on Vatican treasure ships.
Ironic, isn't it?
He helped me find my faith
when I lost it;
Now my faith is the thing
about me he likes least.
BISHOP: Where exactly did
the three nails appear?
Here. Seguid vuestro jefe:
"Follow your leader."
WALTER: Right after the chart
was soaked in blood.
But that shouldn't
bother you, Eddie.
You drink a goblet
of the stuff every day
when you give communion.
Why is Walter angry
at God this time?
The blood belongs to a girl.
Not just a girl.
A girl-girl.
And Walter intends
to find her killer.
I'm sorry, Walter.
She'll be in my prayers.
Yeah.
Your navigator had a secret
so he used a special ink
which would only appear
when exposed to breast
milk, semen or blood.
(heavy exhale)
Was he a Freemason
or something?
Worse. Three nails
means he was a Jesuit.
Mmm. Jesuits are Catholic.
You are a Jesuit... Excellency.
(sighs)
At the time of the sinking
of the Santa Esperanza,
the Jesuits had been abolished
by Pope Clement.
And why should that
make a difference?
A Protestant measures
from the Greenwich Observatory
in England;
A Catholic, from the dome
of St. Peter's Basilica in Rome.
What about a closet Jesuit?
From the Copernican Observatory
on Monte Mario.
Thanks, Bish.
Walter, please sit.
I owe you my immortal soul.
I wish to discuss the brain
damage you suffered in Iraq.
I'm gone.
Don't bless me; I hate that.
(exhales)
You know, you really should've
broached the subject
of his mental health before you
told him what he needed to know.
Is that decaf?
Decaf's what you
ordered, isn't it?
I didn't ask what I ordered.
I asked what you brought me.
Don't punish her because
you're mad at Ike and Eddie
and God and yourself.
Tell him it's decaf.
It's decaf.
Hey. Why doesn't a cup
of decaf cost more than
a cup of normal coffee?
Why should it? Well, it goes
through the whole extra process
to remove the caffeine, right?
So, why doesn't it cost more?
What's the coffee industry
up to?
LEO: People don't like to
pay more for something
that's had something removed.
It's human psychology.
It's the coffee thing?
Show him the pot.
See? Orange.
Orange is for decaf. Oh, yeah?
Who came up with that rule?
Walter's upset that you and
Eddie ganged up on him.
No.
Where friends conspire
to help someone they love,
it isn't really
conspiracy, is it?
You know, we-we don't understand
why you choose to remain
handicapped.
LEO: How is he handicapped?
He can find anything. And he's
so paranoid he can't enjoy
a simple cup of coffee.
How is it paranoia
when my best friends
are actually conspiring
behind my back.
LEO: I'm not in this.
My people believe
that gifted individuals, like
Walter, hear Akashwani,
or "a voice from the sky."
You think if you get treatment
for your brain damage,
you lose your finding mojo.
It's just nuts.
No, it's not nuts, Ike.
It's true.
Okay.
There is an infinite,
thrumming, unseen web
that joins everything.
Everything is connected
to everything else.
I mean, this fact is nearly
impossible for us to grasp
because we are just mollusks,
shut up tight
at the bottom of a dark,
cold ocean,
trying to make sense
of stars we cannot even see.
I challenge everything,
because when I do,
a quick bolt of electricity
jolts between
two elements that otherwise
appeared unconnected.
You call it paranoia:
I call it epiphany.
You want me to give that up,
so I can enjoy a cup
of decaf coffee?
I'm sorry, I can't do that.
"Take me out of this dull world,
for I would ride with you
upon the wind."
What?
Wha-wha-what
does that mean, Leo? Huh?
What the hell are you two
talking about?
Come on, Ike.
I'll be fine.
Just so long as
the world is full
of lost things
that need to be found.
You do know that
the only infinite,
thrumming web is right in here.
Excuse me.
I'm sorry; my mistake.
It wasn't decaf.
I'm going to bring you
a new pot.
Wow. Every single time.
Akashwani.
BRENNAN: Booth?
Dr. Hodgins has something
very important to tell you.
What? There are three
nails on the chart.
Here. See? Clear as day.
So? The three nails
were purposely rendered
in a kind of invisible ink.
It reacts to blood, semen,
breast milk...
Let's just get
to the important part
and then we'll back
to the boring stuff.
If you want...
we can figure out
where to find that treasure.
MONTENEGRO:
Since the dawn of navigation,
latitude has never changed.
Everyone was always
in agreement.
The equator is zero degrees;
No question:
No debate.
But not longitude.
Now we all agree
that the Greenwich Observatory
is zero degrees longitude.
But back in the olden days,
there were hundreds
of prime meridians,
all of them
completely arbitrary.
Where did the ship go down?
The navigator of the
Santa Esperanza
didn't base his calculations
on St. Peter's Basilica?
MONTENEGRO: No.
Because if he had,
the treasure would be
exactly where Walter Sherman
found that girl's body.
Now, the navigator
of the Santa Esperanza
was a Jesuit.
Since this is where
Fidalgo studied,
I'd put my money on the
Copernican Observatory.
BOOTH: Look at that.
I tell you,
they're pretty close together.
BRENNAN:
But at the bottom of the ocean,
you might as well be
a hundred miles apart.
Do you think that Walter
found this out?
MONTENEGRO:
I don't know how he could have.
BOOTH:He did.
He's got the finder power.
Is that real?
Yes, it's real.
God, I hate that son of a bitch.
Santa Esperanza
went down right here.
These are the exact
coordinates.
Have you verified the
location of the wreck?
Once we realized the
navigator was Jesuit,
it was child's play.
Oh... my God.
It's genuine,
17th century
Madonna della Strada.
It's from the Santa Esperanza.
I'm astounded.
My gift from me to you.
Oh...
I apologize.
Jesuit, you say?
The navigator
was a secret Jesuit.
What led you to
that conclusion?
Blood on the chart revealed
a secret sign. Blood?
Your blood, to be precise.
The injured hand,
in and of itself,
does not satisfy
the requirements
of reasonable doubt.
I saw a 300-year-old sextant
on Brittany's boat.
Where else could that have
come from but this place?
Circumstantial at best.
What do you want?
Uh, you must feel terrible.
Just a slight
mathematical adjustment,
you could have had it
all to yourself.
You're not the police.
So, what do you want?
What do I want? Yeah.
(grunts)
I want Brittany Stephenson
not to be dead.
(grunts)
Ike advised me to kill him.
Discussing murder not only
makes it conspiracy
but confirms premeditation.
I advise against homicide.
Mmm, I'm a'risk it. Walter...
I'll be grievously offended
if you kill him
with Our Blessed Mother.
Ah... I'd never risk that, Leo.
BOOTH: Maybe I could just
arrest him for, uh,
for stealing that treasure.
How is finding a
treasure "stealing"?
He was working
for the FBI... right?...
when he found that treasure.
And he can't just keep it.
Oh... Why do you dislike
Walter so much?
Okay, look.
Rebecca was in labor
with Parker.
I wanted to be there
for the birth of my son.
Right? Right.
So I can't get a pass.
So I go AWOL.
So what happens?
Military Police
sends Walter after me,
to find me.
I'm standing there, holding
my newborn son,
and in comes the finder,
and he handcuffs me right there.
That was his job. His job?
Sometimes... you know,
in this line of work,
as a human being,
you just have
to look the other way.
This is my chance
to get a little payback,
that's all.
(engine revs, horn honks)
Whoa.
(tires screech, engine stops)
Oy! G-man, Skeleton-Babe.
(snaps fingers)
We've been looking
all over town for you.
Okay. Is this the treasure?
BOOTH: Yeah, it better be.
Better be?
Yeah, because if it's not,
I'm going to arrest
Walter. Is he in there?
Which is why Walter decided
to skip this little meeting.
Arrest him on what charge?
Booth says that
Walter found the treasure
while under contract
to the FBI,
so he can't keep it.
Legally speaking,
and acting upon my advice,
Mr. Sherman had already quit
his consultant's position
at the Bureau
at the time he located
the Santa Esperanza.
That's true.
What?
He presented us with a bill.
Good one.
Don't sound impressed. That's not...
No. We reported the location
of the treasure
to the original owners.
What, the Roman Catholic Church?
Yeah, that's right.
Take it up with them.
(muffled shouts) Booth.
(pounding on box)
This isn't the treasure.
There's a human being in here.
Oy, oy, Leo, off we go then.
All righty.
Whoa, whoa!
No-no-no-no. No, no.
You kidnapped somebody?
There's a fine line between
kidnapping and citizen's arrest.
I'm signaling my intention to
pull out into traffic now.
No you're not,
'cause if you do,
I'll add "fleeing the scene"
to my list of charges.
I'm sure you'll find
that Walter exceeded the terms
of your contract. Booth,
you said that sometimes
we look the other way.
(door slams shut)
Lambert Chaisson.
BOOTH: Hey, Buddy.
Got an extra finger.
You want to try it on?
WALTER: "Drowned Kitten
versus Fat Girl Smoking."
That depends on
if you like cats.
LEO: Are we discussing
which is sadder
or which is more depressing?
Same thing.
LEO: No. Depressing is a
matter of personal taste,
whereas sad is universal.
Drowned kitten is sadder.
Fat girl smoking
is more depressing. Walter?
He's thinking about
the bone lady.
IKE: "Op-ti-mi-tist..."
(out-of-tune ukulele strumming)
"...versus Fool."
Optimist, without a doubt.
Fool, without a doubt.
I can't be the sole individual
who's noticed the only thing
Walter can't find...
is lasting love.
Until now.
Because the bones lady
could be the one.
Told you, Bones. Finder power.
There's a rational
explanation for his abilities.
It's not magic. Maybe not.
But it sure is magicky.
What do you call my amazing
abilities, behind my back?
Yours would be
a rigorous application
of training
with an intense
attention to detail.
Cheers.
I think Walter
did look the other way,
the day that Parker was born.
Seriously?
Looked the other way?
He handcuffed me
in front of my newborn son.
A newborn can see, at best,
only between eight
and 15 inches.
Parker probably
wouldn't remember anyway,
but more importantly,
Walter waited until
after you had a chance
to hold your newborn
before he arrested you.
You know, I don't like
the son of a bitch. And you...
there you go...
and you can't make me.
Cheers to that. Right?
Fair enough.
Got your medal back. (Laughs)
tell you what let's do ♪
♪ Let's go out to that place
on the Turtle Bayou ♪
♪ We'll maybe get lucky,
maybe get shot ♪
♪ It couldn't be half
of the trouble I got ♪
♪ Turtle Bayou turn around... ♪
How did we even
find these remains?
We passed the middle
of nowhere about an hour ago.
That's not a legitimate
geographical reference.
Anonymous call gave us
the exact GPS coordinates.
Everglades makes it
FBI jurisdiction.
Bones makes it
your jurisdiction.
BOOTH: That is right.
BRENNAN:
Male, late 20s.
Visually impaired.
I kind of figured that out
with the glass eye there.
So, where are the clothes?
There's no clothes.
Well, when you want
to get rid of a body,
you don't want nothing between
the teeth and the meat.
Extensive evidence of mammal,
fish, reptile
and bird scavenging.
This appears to be scoring
from human teeth.
SHERIFF:
Yeah, we get that.
Cannibals.
Feral hogs.
Hogs got people teeth.
I know a guy made his own set
of dentures that way.
BOOTH: Feral hogs?
- Mm-hmm.
Sure.
The serial number for this
prosthetic eye is discernible.
BOOTH:
Great that's all I need.
Just give me the serial number,
I'll just text it back
to the Miami field office
and we'll know the identity
before we even get back
to civilization.
Isn't that right, Sheriff?
You bet.
MAN: You identified Sam
through his glass eye?
Acrylic eye, yes.
Does that mean his eye is all
that's left of him?
Well... Pretty much.
Yeah, I'd say pretty much.
So, Nozik... he worked here
as a security guard?
Yes. I'm the museum's
head curator.
We specialize in historical
maritime artifacts.
- Was this some kind of an accident?
- Body dump.
Murder?
Who would murder Sam?
Traditionally, that is
the question we ask.
Did he have any problems,
issues?
You know, things like that?
There's something
you should see.
That's Sam Nozik?
Yes. He failed to report
for work ten days ago.
72 hours later,
we reported him missing.
This is the last footage
we have of Sam.
What is he doing?
BOOTH: Something sneaky,
that's for sure.
I mean, look at him.
He stole an 18th century
nautical chart fragment.
Our most recent acquisition.
What's it worth?
Well, that depends
who you talk to.
We're talking to you.
It's worthless, until
it's authenticated.
Authenticated as what?
The final resting place
of the Spanish treasure ship
Santa Esperanza.
She sank during a storm
in the spring of 1774.
- Treasure ship?
- So when you say worthless,
what you actually mean
is the exact opposite.
No.
Yes, I get your point.
But there have
literally been dozens
of these things over the years,
and none has turned
out to be authentic.
When it comes to such things,
it's realistic
to be a pessimist.
Looks like your security guard
was an optimist.
Bones, you know those guys
who use a forked stick to
find water in the desert?
Diviners? I know one.
I know a man who can do
third degree polynomial
equations in his head.
No, Bones, I'm not trying to
have a conversation with you.
What I'm saying to you is
I actually know somebody
I could put on the case.
To find the treasure?
Treasure maps have gotten people
killed for hundreds of years.
It's a chart, Booth.
Charts reference water,
maps reference land.
Find the map,
find the murderer.
Possibly.
How does he find things?
That son of a bitch
has got the finder power.
Which one is the
son of a bitch?
The him there who isn't a her
or the big man that's
reading a book. Come on.
Walter?
Walter? You mind?
We got an important "philiosophical"
debate to resolve.
I think you mean
"philosophical"
which also does not apply
to "Ninja versus Samurai."
- Samurai. BOOTH:
- You know what? He's right.
I'd definitely go with him.
Ninja is all stealth.
My bet? Straight up,
right on the warrior.
Nobody said anything
about a bet, Booth.
You still gambling?
It's a figure of speech, Wally.
Who sent you?
We need you to find something.
Of course you need him
to find something.
That's what he does.
His question was,
and I quote, "Who sent you?"
Who are you?
Leo, Walter's legal advisor.
Ike there is his bartender.
Who are you?
I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan
from the Jeffersonian Institute.
All right, look. You still on
retainer with the FBI?
Well, if you were
legitimate FBI,
you'd know the answer
to that question.
I'm going to have
to see some credentials.
Okay. Oh.
You see that? FBI.
No. How about you? Here you go.
- No, don't give him that. No.
- Why not?
Just give...
That's going to be bad.
Too late now.
He's very suspicious.
Why'd you give him that?
You shouldn't just...
Now he's biting my ID.
- He's going to ruin the magnetic strip.
- All right.
Give me the ID, Wally.
Wally, give me the ID.
I'm not done with it yet.
Give me the ID.
(both grunting) Give me back...
Give me back the ID.
(crashing, Walter grunts)
Leo! Leo!
You provoked this upon yourself.
Let me know
how things turn out.
A little help. (Crashing)
Leo, where you going?
Cold beer while you wait?
- Give back the ID.
- Wait for what?
(both grunting)
Booth, knock it off.
For the boys to
get reacquainted.
You know, I could arrest you for
assaulting a federal officer.
You know that, right?
WALTER:
It wouldn't do you any good.
A while back I found the attorney
general's son in a crack den.
What is the connection
between those two statements?
Walter here has a, uh...
shall we say a guardian angel
(ringing)
on his shoulder?
Isn't that right, Wally?
We can't touch him.
People are very
grateful when it comes
to the what was once
lost and now is found.
Uh, Pudge here
is blind in one eye.
How can you tell?
It's the way he holds
up that scrap
of whatever is is to the light.
"Whatever it is" is a map.
It's a chart fragment,
Mr. Sherman.
Oh, please, call me Walter.
BOOTH: Seriously? Focus.
Can we? Thank you.
Really.
Are you two sleeping together?
(laughing): No.
No. Would you sleep with me?
BOOTH: You know what?
You find the map,
maybe you got a shot.
What? (Mouths)
WALTER: He's drunk.
Look at him wobble and belch.
Uh, what kind of
chart fragment?
BOOTH:
It's a treasure map, okay?
The last location
was the Santa something.
Esperanza.
Santa Esperanza.
So are you in or are you out?
You know, you're supposed to
find that Chinese satellite
what crashed to Earth
in East Texas.
That doesn't sound real.
Oh, it's real.
I'll squeeze you in,
for my old compadre.
But I'm the finder,
you're the catchers.
I don't know what that means.
It means I'll find
the chart fragment,
but it's on you guys
to catch the killer.
Great. Done deal.
Let's go, Bones.
Okay.
Uh, can I get your
cell number, please?
What? No. Who told you to
get my cell phone number?
BOOTH: Oh, just relax.
Don't be paranoid.
BRENNAN: In case I obtain
any helpful information
from the victim's remains
back in D.C.
What exactly do you
expect to find
from a cracked-up bag
of old bones?
Look, Bones has her thing,
just like Walter
here, all right?
Except my thing is real,
not some imaginary finder power.
All right.
I accept your challenge.
What challenge? He's upset
that you said his
finder power isn't real.
Tell me what you lost
and I'll find it.
I haven't lost anything.
Everybody's lost something.
Bones... Okay.
Tell him...
Tell him about that thing
that you won that you lost.
Just tell him.
In seventh grade,
I won first place
in my school science fair.
I lost the medal.
I went to... That's all I need.
Um, do you guys want Ike
to fly you back to D.C.?
She can have you there
in a couple hours.
She's your bartender
and your pilot?
What's with the sudden interest
in Ike?
You know what?
We're gonna fly commercial.
So why don't you
just go back inside
and find yourself
a necktie, all right?
Come on, Bones. Let's go.
Chop-chop. Come on. Gotta go.
Fly commercial, they know
where you're at at all times.
You get any kind of vibe
of Pudge's place, Ike?
500 square feet, one bedroom,
one bath,
crap neighborhood,
600 bucks a month, max.
Pudge pulled down $375 a week.
Guy was totally living
within his means.
LEO: You're saying he wasn't
any kind of master thief.
Total novice.
Tell you what: somebody
hired him to steal that map.
Well, no hidden key.
Break and enter?
Yeah, I'm a'risk it.
You want to come with?
I'm your legal advisor,
not your accomplice.
Miss you already.
He's not crazy.
Where I come from,
we call Walter's gift "Darna
Shealladh," the second sight.
Yeah, right. 'Cause, uh,
you're from Scotland.
You know what
happens, don't you?
The day Walter can't find
what he's looking for?
You ever think that maybe
that's why you and me
were put with Walter?
To make sure that never happens?
We both owe the man our lives.
Then thy shall walk
in thy way safely.
Do you know what you are?
You're an enable-izer.
♪ ♪
♪ Something ain't right ♪
♪ I'm gonna get myself,
I'm gonna get myself ♪
♪ I'm gonna get myself
connected ♪
♪ I ain't gonna go blind ♪
♪ For the light
which is reflected ♪
♪ I see through you,
I see through you ♪
♪ I see through you ♪
♪ I see through you ♪
♪ Your dirty tricks ♪
♪ You make me sick ♪
♪ I see through you,
I see through you ♪
♪ I'm gonna do it again ♪
♪ I'm gonna do it again ♪
♪ Ah ♪
♪ I'm gonna do it again ♪
♪ Gonna do it again ♪
♪ Gotta do right ♪
♪ Gonna do it again ♪
♪ 'Cause something ain't right ♪
♪ Gonna do it again ♪
♪ If you make sure
you're connected ♪
♪ The writing's on the wall ♪
♪ But if your mind's neglected ♪
♪ Stumble, you might fall ♪
♪ Stumble you might fall ♪
♪ Stumble, you might fall ♪
♪ Ah... ♪
(sighs)
(cell phone ringing)
Who is this?
It's me.
You been in there long enough.
WALTER: Okay, story so far:
Clinically depressed,
no girlfriend, weight issues,
mucho health problems.
Recently sold all his belongings
except for hundreds
of man books.
Adventure, porn, crime, spy,
or how to kill grizzly bears
with a spoon?
Crime. Except for one.
No pets, no friends,
no computer.
No wonder he was depressed.
No, he was depressed
because he was dying.
In the video, the guy's drunk,
but this house is drier
than Saudi Arabia.
So, bad guy bribes.
Pudge to steal the map,
Pudge reads too many
tough-guy books
imagines himself
a hard-boiled crook,
shows up at the meet
all whiskied up for courage
without the map.
Demands more money,
gets himself murdered.
Yup. His place get tossed?
Nope. Clean as a nun's closet.
Indicating Pudge told them
where to find the map,
most likely after torture.
Otherwise, his place would be
upside down and inside out.
(phone chimes)
Who is this?
It's Dr. Brennan
at the Jeffersonian.
Don't you have caller ID?
Caller ID doesn't tell
you who's calling.
It tells you who
the phone company
wants you to think is calling.
Hey, did you guys find out that
the victim was terminally ill?
Yes. His mitral valve
is completely calcified.
How did you know?
He had pyramids
on the ceiling of his bedroom.
Pyramids indicate
heart disease?
Of all the things
humans created,
pyramids stood
the test of time best.
Dying people invest all sorts
of meaning in them.
So, uh, did you find any signs
of torture?
Yes, I did.
Three fingers were dislocated
shortly before death.
It's possible,
given his heart condition,
that the victim died
with his secret intact.
No, he told the killer
where to find the map.
Well, do you know where?
Poor man's safety deposit box.
I-I don't know what that means.
Pawnshop. You got anything else?
No, I'm done.
Well, me, too.
(toilet flushes)
(flushing)
For each person who goes in,
three come out,
and none of them
is carrying merchandise.
Perfect setup
for receiving stolen goods.
Frau Beckenbauer? Guten Tag.
(with German accent):
My name is Walter Sherman.
Oh, hello.
Ich do Frau Becken
who was Temperance Brennan's...?
Hey, Ike, how do you say
"foster parent" in German?
What makes you think
you're speaking German?
LEO: Here in America,
you are considering
false redemption
of a pawn ticket... theft,
identity theft.
Yeah, I'm a'risk it.
Das in seventh grade
science metal den?
Impersonation
with intent to defraud.
Thank you very much.
Totally understood me.
How strange
that must be for you.
Tortious malfeasance.
I'm a'risk it.
(sighs)
I'd like to redeem this item.
Unless you issued a false
ticket, it's a ukulele.
Although you spelled ukulele
wrong... too many E's and L's.
Unless....
Is that some kind of code?
Law says that for 60 days,
I can only redeem the item
to the pawner, Mr. Sam Nozik,
which is exactly
whom you are not.
We can get a warrant if
that's the route you prefer.
Hmm. Big ups for the Mod Squad
impersonation, but no way you're cops.
Although, I'm always up
for handcuffs.
You know what? Come here.
What?
Recently, you had problems
with the city, right?
Plumbing, health, vermin.
Ah! Definite twitch
on "vermin."
They shut us down
for a whole week.
Right. Cops did that so
they could install surveillance.
Don't believe me, ask them.
Those cheating bastards.
Oh, that's a shame,
right there.
What happened to it?
Girl smashed it to bits.
A girl?
I figured
it was the guy's girlfriend.
Mad at him, right?
I give you this insight
in a spirit of cooperation.
WALTER:
The girlfriend
who smashed it...
what's her name?
Benjamin B. Benjamin.
$300? That's one
hell of a ukulele.
She maybe fished some piece
of paper out of it
before she vamoosed.
What else are you
keeping from us?
LEO: Don't take that tone
with the lovely lady.
What else do we have
to give in exchange?
Right, well, what local cops
like to do these days
is they set up their own feed
through your
surveillance cameras.
I didn't get no name,
but she had a tattoo
across her chest.
"Do Not Resuscitate."
MAN: Walter, I told you
when you found me a set of ivory
irezumi tattoo needles
from the Jomon period,
anything you need, I'm your guy.
All I know, it's a girl.
"Do not resuscitate"
across her chest.
Across her chest.
Daddy issues, self-loathing,
possibly a lesbian.
What would be good
is an actual name.
Anyone know an Ellen
with "Do not resuscitate"
inked across her boobs?
No, man. I don't know nothing.
Why?
Spider indicates drugs,
color blue means meth.
Hey, are you in charge
of meth distribution
in all of Southern Florida
or just this county?
(choking)
Leo? Leo?
As a peaceful man,
I'm going to ask you politely
to please let my friend go.
Or what, you're gonna
recite me a poem?
(grunts)
(sighs)
"Peace goes
into the making of a poet
as flour goes
into the making of bread."
Who the hell is that?
Oh, that's my legal advisor.
Hmm.
(loud, overlapping chatter)
Bartender's dealing Ecstasy,
bikers get a cut
of the pool tables,
and they're running whores.
Yeah, I didn't bring you
for your systems analysis.
Well, why did
you bring me here?
Well, well. Do Not Resuscitate.
Brittany Stephenson.
Looks like the biker
didn't lie to Leo.
Yeah, well, people
never lie to Leo.
So, I ask you,
why did you bring me here?
Oh, Rusty says she's lesbian.
I just need you
to distract her.
How?
Uh, buy her a drink.
Uh, , something suggestive like
a... ooh, a Slippery Nipple.
I am not lesbian.
I just have
a confident "demeanior."
All right. Oh.
(laughing):
Oy, oy, have a look.
Looks like Rusty got
the ol' lesbian factor wrong.
Oh, this one's mine.
Okay, how's my breath?
She smuggles meth to bikers.
She tortured the fat man
till he died.
She doesn't give a
toss about your breath.
Ah, I'm a'risk it.
Okay, while I distract her,
you break into her vehicle,
and maybe we get lucky,
find the stolen chart
in the glove compartment.
WALTER: Hey, you live on a boat?
(sighs)
You're like herpes...
impossible to get rid of.
The Screw You?
My motto. Take it personal.
Okay, so, a tattoo:
Do Not Resuscitate,
a boat: Screw You.
I got concerns
about your self-esteem.
Do you have any idea
of the black market in organs?
That tattoo
is like an open invitation
to wake up in a bathtub,
packed full of ice, no kidneys.
I'll look out for my organs,
you look out for yours.
Are we alone?
How do you mean?
I mean, is someone watching us?
You've got some kind
of mental problems, am I right?
Well, two tours in Iraq
left me a little suspicious,
but otherwise,
I am a fully functioning
male machine.
Well, hooking up
with loony tunes like you
has left me
a little suspicious.
Tide's shifting now, so...
What is that?
I don't know.
Some kind of a telescope.
It belongs to a client.
Well, I got to shove
off, so sayonara,
which is Chinese
for "Get lost."
When can I see you again?
Walter, you're cute,
but if today works out,
you'll never see me again.
Nobody will.
Because I'll be gone.
I could find you.
In my experience, men
don't try that hard.
I'm like a whole
new experience.
Once I start looking for you,
I will find you.
Why are you being
so persistent?
I'm not that pretty.
Well, that's crazy.
You're beautiful.
That's a good-bye
kiss, all right?
Well, are you sure
you don't want me
to come with you now,
just to be safe?
Now, Walter,
who the hell ever got anything
worth getting by being safe?
(engine starting)
WALTER: The chart fragment's
got to be on that boat.
I octopused her.
I couldn't find the map
anywhere on her person.
How about you?
Nothing in her truck.
Not even a VIN number.
Ah, chop shop vehicle.
All stolen bits and pieces?
Mm-hmm.
Nice girl.
Yeah, a girl who kisses a guy
to make him go away.
That's a nice form
of rejection.
Seriously, Walter?
Can you imagine how blokes she's
driven away with that mouth?
WALTER: Britanny's got
the original chart.
We'll get the next best thing.
(typing)
WALTER: Dr. Brennan.
Mr. Sherman.
What's this?
As promised.
(chuckles)
You-you did it. That's, uh...
I was going to say
"impossible," but clearly,
it's not impossible, but...
I-I... I lost this.
Are you impressed?
I'd like to impress you.
Why?
The usual reasons.
(laughs)
This...
This is me and...
my mom. I...
I'm ex... extremely grateful.
It's amazing how many times
people ask me
to find something, but...
...the real treasure's
something else altogether.
Did you come all this way
just to bring me this?
Yes.
And to ask if you got
somebody in this lab
who can recreate
the missing chart fragment
from the museum's
security footage.
Yes, yes, I, um...
Angela Montenegro has been...
working on that.
I will take you to her...
...to her office.
It's, um...
MONTENEGRO:
The security footage
includes several dozen frames
from slightly
different angles, so...
we should be able to get
a pretty good image.
How accurate will this be? 100%.
Who are you?
I'm her husband.
Huh. Are you rich?
Okay, where did that come from?
On a scale of one to
ten, she's an 11.
Well, thank you, Mr. Sherman.
Yeah, you're a seven.
So if you're rich
it just explains
the discrepancy.
Really.
Boys,
the navigator's name
was Absalon Fidalgo.
You know, this looks faint,
but it looks as though
this is the location
where he abandoned ship.
Impossible. That-that'll
put it northwest
of the Campeche Bank.
Seguid vuestro jefe:
"Follow your leader."
Now that is an obvious
reference to Jesus Christ
and his representative
on Earth, the Pope.
Which puts the prime meridian in
Rome, not Greenwich, England.
And that pulls the shipwreck
way over toward Key West.
(shouting over engine noise): You
pretty confident of your arithmetic?
(shouting): I did it by pen,
pencil, abacus and calculator.
Leo did it in his head.
It's correct.
(beeping)
Then we are here.
(engine quiets)
Maybe when I'm down there,
you two keep an eye out.
For Brittany?
More concerned about
who she's working for.
Would you get a grip.
You're in denial that she
tortured Pudge to death.
There was a sextant on her boat.
She thought it was some kind
of telescope for a client.
Now, he was probably
below decks
which is why
she wouldn't let me on board.
That... is our bad guy.
Very plausible interpretation.
Yeah,
I'm sure she's the nice
kind of meth smuggler.
Got anything?
(through radio): Naw.
You got anything going on up there?
Oil tanker maybe
ten miles east.
IKE: You might want to
rethink your maths.
Do you see anything?
WALTER: Yeah.
LEO (through headset):
What did you find, Walter?
What do you got, amberjacks?
WALTER: Not aberjacks.
Brittany. Britanny Stephenson.
I suspect drowning. That is
a good guess
since Walter here found her
at the bottom of the ocean.
SAROYAN: Really? Sarcasm?
Because this body shouldn't
even be here.
It should be on a coroner's lab
in Miami.
I'm working for the Feds.
This is a federal institution.
Who are you working for?
Me. No. Not.
That's not true.
In Cam's defense,
there's no singular
autopsy finding
(clicking)
pathognomonic of drowning.
Ooh! Ooh, what?
You find something?
(squishing)
BOOTH: What is that?
Well, it was in too far for her
to have swallowed
it on her own.
BOOTH:
My guess is that her accomplice
goes diving with her.
There's no treasure.
He gets angry,
and blames Brittany, realizing
that she's the only witness
to the murder of Sam Nozik.
Rips off her regulator
and jams that down her throat.
Wait a second. Is that blood?
SAROYAN: Yeah.
I don't think it's all hers.
Enough for DNA?
SAROYAN:
If our killer's in the database.
Whoa... More than enough.
(groan) She bit the
attacker's finger off.
Unfortunately...
BOOTH: Wow. Digestive fluids
degraded the fingerprints.
Di-Don't touch that, Wally.
That's evidence.
Please, come on. This is the
original stolen chart fragment.
My work's done.
What's this? Itemized invoice
for my expenses... mostly fuel
for Ike flying me back
and forth.
But we haven't solved
the murder.
BOOTH: Yeah, two murders.
BRENNAN: Two murders.
We haven't solved two murders.
You hired me to find
the missing chart fragment.
Eureka, ta-da, bingo.
Mission accomplished.
I found it.
Uh, technically, I found it;
In her throat.
Brittany's body was submerged
under 80 feet of water
in the middle
of the Gulf of Mexico.
I brought her here to you.
I'm pretty sure
that's the impressive part.
That's true.
If it weren't for Walter,
her remains would never
have been discovered.
Seriously.
BISHOP:
Before I tell you what I know,
I want you to promise me the
Church will get the treasure.
You got a deal, Eddie.
Please... address me
as "Excellency."
I'm a bishop.
Bishop-smishop.
We're here because
you're an expert
on Vatican treasure ships.
Ironic, isn't it?
He helped me find my faith
when I lost it;
Now my faith is the thing
about me he likes least.
BISHOP: Where exactly did
the three nails appear?
Here. Seguid vuestro jefe:
"Follow your leader."
WALTER: Right after the chart
was soaked in blood.
But that shouldn't
bother you, Eddie.
You drink a goblet
of the stuff every day
when you give communion.
Why is Walter angry
at God this time?
The blood belongs to a girl.
Not just a girl.
A girl-girl.
And Walter intends
to find her killer.
I'm sorry, Walter.
She'll be in my prayers.
Yeah.
Your navigator had a secret
so he used a special ink
which would only appear
when exposed to breast
milk, semen or blood.
(heavy exhale)
Was he a Freemason
or something?
Worse. Three nails
means he was a Jesuit.
Mmm. Jesuits are Catholic.
You are a Jesuit... Excellency.
(sighs)
At the time of the sinking
of the Santa Esperanza,
the Jesuits had been abolished
by Pope Clement.
And why should that
make a difference?
A Protestant measures
from the Greenwich Observatory
in England;
A Catholic, from the dome
of St. Peter's Basilica in Rome.
What about a closet Jesuit?
From the Copernican Observatory
on Monte Mario.
Thanks, Bish.
Walter, please sit.
I owe you my immortal soul.
I wish to discuss the brain
damage you suffered in Iraq.
I'm gone.
Don't bless me; I hate that.
(exhales)
You know, you really should've
broached the subject
of his mental health before you
told him what he needed to know.
Is that decaf?
Decaf's what you
ordered, isn't it?
I didn't ask what I ordered.
I asked what you brought me.
Don't punish her because
you're mad at Ike and Eddie
and God and yourself.
Tell him it's decaf.
It's decaf.
Hey. Why doesn't a cup
of decaf cost more than
a cup of normal coffee?
Why should it? Well, it goes
through the whole extra process
to remove the caffeine, right?
So, why doesn't it cost more?
What's the coffee industry
up to?
LEO: People don't like to
pay more for something
that's had something removed.
It's human psychology.
It's the coffee thing?
Show him the pot.
See? Orange.
Orange is for decaf. Oh, yeah?
Who came up with that rule?
Walter's upset that you and
Eddie ganged up on him.
No.
Where friends conspire
to help someone they love,
it isn't really
conspiracy, is it?
You know, we-we don't understand
why you choose to remain
handicapped.
LEO: How is he handicapped?
He can find anything. And he's
so paranoid he can't enjoy
a simple cup of coffee.
How is it paranoia
when my best friends
are actually conspiring
behind my back.
LEO: I'm not in this.
My people believe
that gifted individuals, like
Walter, hear Akashwani,
or "a voice from the sky."
You think if you get treatment
for your brain damage,
you lose your finding mojo.
It's just nuts.
No, it's not nuts, Ike.
It's true.
Okay.
There is an infinite,
thrumming, unseen web
that joins everything.
Everything is connected
to everything else.
I mean, this fact is nearly
impossible for us to grasp
because we are just mollusks,
shut up tight
at the bottom of a dark,
cold ocean,
trying to make sense
of stars we cannot even see.
I challenge everything,
because when I do,
a quick bolt of electricity
jolts between
two elements that otherwise
appeared unconnected.
You call it paranoia:
I call it epiphany.
You want me to give that up,
so I can enjoy a cup
of decaf coffee?
I'm sorry, I can't do that.
"Take me out of this dull world,
for I would ride with you
upon the wind."
What?
Wha-wha-what
does that mean, Leo? Huh?
What the hell are you two
talking about?
Come on, Ike.
I'll be fine.
Just so long as
the world is full
of lost things
that need to be found.
You do know that
the only infinite,
thrumming web is right in here.
Excuse me.
I'm sorry; my mistake.
It wasn't decaf.
I'm going to bring you
a new pot.
Wow. Every single time.
Akashwani.
BRENNAN: Booth?
Dr. Hodgins has something
very important to tell you.
What? There are three
nails on the chart.
Here. See? Clear as day.
So? The three nails
were purposely rendered
in a kind of invisible ink.
It reacts to blood, semen,
breast milk...
Let's just get
to the important part
and then we'll back
to the boring stuff.
If you want...
we can figure out
where to find that treasure.
MONTENEGRO:
Since the dawn of navigation,
latitude has never changed.
Everyone was always
in agreement.
The equator is zero degrees;
No question:
No debate.
But not longitude.
Now we all agree
that the Greenwich Observatory
is zero degrees longitude.
But back in the olden days,
there were hundreds
of prime meridians,
all of them
completely arbitrary.
Where did the ship go down?
The navigator of the
Santa Esperanza
didn't base his calculations
on St. Peter's Basilica?
MONTENEGRO: No.
Because if he had,
the treasure would be
exactly where Walter Sherman
found that girl's body.
Now, the navigator
of the Santa Esperanza
was a Jesuit.
Since this is where
Fidalgo studied,
I'd put my money on the
Copernican Observatory.
BOOTH: Look at that.
I tell you,
they're pretty close together.
BRENNAN:
But at the bottom of the ocean,
you might as well be
a hundred miles apart.
Do you think that Walter
found this out?
MONTENEGRO:
I don't know how he could have.
BOOTH:He did.
He's got the finder power.
Is that real?
Yes, it's real.
God, I hate that son of a bitch.
Santa Esperanza
went down right here.
These are the exact
coordinates.
Have you verified the
location of the wreck?
Once we realized the
navigator was Jesuit,
it was child's play.
Oh... my God.
It's genuine,
17th century
Madonna della Strada.
It's from the Santa Esperanza.
I'm astounded.
My gift from me to you.
Oh...
I apologize.
Jesuit, you say?
The navigator
was a secret Jesuit.
What led you to
that conclusion?
Blood on the chart revealed
a secret sign. Blood?
Your blood, to be precise.
The injured hand,
in and of itself,
does not satisfy
the requirements
of reasonable doubt.
I saw a 300-year-old sextant
on Brittany's boat.
Where else could that have
come from but this place?
Circumstantial at best.
What do you want?
Uh, you must feel terrible.
Just a slight
mathematical adjustment,
you could have had it
all to yourself.
You're not the police.
So, what do you want?
What do I want? Yeah.
(grunts)
I want Brittany Stephenson
not to be dead.
(grunts)
Ike advised me to kill him.
Discussing murder not only
makes it conspiracy
but confirms premeditation.
I advise against homicide.
Mmm, I'm a'risk it. Walter...
I'll be grievously offended
if you kill him
with Our Blessed Mother.
Ah... I'd never risk that, Leo.
BOOTH: Maybe I could just
arrest him for, uh,
for stealing that treasure.
How is finding a
treasure "stealing"?
He was working
for the FBI... right?...
when he found that treasure.
And he can't just keep it.
Oh... Why do you dislike
Walter so much?
Okay, look.
Rebecca was in labor
with Parker.
I wanted to be there
for the birth of my son.
Right? Right.
So I can't get a pass.
So I go AWOL.
So what happens?
Military Police
sends Walter after me,
to find me.
I'm standing there, holding
my newborn son,
and in comes the finder,
and he handcuffs me right there.
That was his job. His job?
Sometimes... you know,
in this line of work,
as a human being,
you just have
to look the other way.
This is my chance
to get a little payback,
that's all.
(engine revs, horn honks)
Whoa.
(tires screech, engine stops)
Oy! G-man, Skeleton-Babe.
(snaps fingers)
We've been looking
all over town for you.
Okay. Is this the treasure?
BOOTH: Yeah, it better be.
Better be?
Yeah, because if it's not,
I'm going to arrest
Walter. Is he in there?
Which is why Walter decided
to skip this little meeting.
Arrest him on what charge?
Booth says that
Walter found the treasure
while under contract
to the FBI,
so he can't keep it.
Legally speaking,
and acting upon my advice,
Mr. Sherman had already quit
his consultant's position
at the Bureau
at the time he located
the Santa Esperanza.
That's true.
What?
He presented us with a bill.
Good one.
Don't sound impressed. That's not...
No. We reported the location
of the treasure
to the original owners.
What, the Roman Catholic Church?
Yeah, that's right.
Take it up with them.
(muffled shouts) Booth.
(pounding on box)
This isn't the treasure.
There's a human being in here.
Oy, oy, Leo, off we go then.
All righty.
Whoa, whoa!
No-no-no-no. No, no.
You kidnapped somebody?
There's a fine line between
kidnapping and citizen's arrest.
I'm signaling my intention to
pull out into traffic now.
No you're not,
'cause if you do,
I'll add "fleeing the scene"
to my list of charges.
I'm sure you'll find
that Walter exceeded the terms
of your contract. Booth,
you said that sometimes
we look the other way.
(door slams shut)
Lambert Chaisson.
BOOTH: Hey, Buddy.
Got an extra finger.
You want to try it on?
WALTER: "Drowned Kitten
versus Fat Girl Smoking."
That depends on
if you like cats.
LEO: Are we discussing
which is sadder
or which is more depressing?
Same thing.
LEO: No. Depressing is a
matter of personal taste,
whereas sad is universal.
Drowned kitten is sadder.
Fat girl smoking
is more depressing. Walter?
He's thinking about
the bone lady.
IKE: "Op-ti-mi-tist..."
(out-of-tune ukulele strumming)
"...versus Fool."
Optimist, without a doubt.
Fool, without a doubt.
I can't be the sole individual
who's noticed the only thing
Walter can't find...
is lasting love.
Until now.
Because the bones lady
could be the one.
Told you, Bones. Finder power.
There's a rational
explanation for his abilities.
It's not magic. Maybe not.
But it sure is magicky.
What do you call my amazing
abilities, behind my back?
Yours would be
a rigorous application
of training
with an intense
attention to detail.
Cheers.
I think Walter
did look the other way,
the day that Parker was born.
Seriously?
Looked the other way?
He handcuffed me
in front of my newborn son.
A newborn can see, at best,
only between eight
and 15 inches.
Parker probably
wouldn't remember anyway,
but more importantly,
Walter waited until
after you had a chance
to hold your newborn
before he arrested you.
You know, I don't like
the son of a bitch. And you...
there you go...
and you can't make me.
Cheers to that. Right?
Fair enough.
Got your medal back. (Laughs)