Elementary (2012–…): Season 5, Episode 18 - Dead Man's Tale - full transcript
Sherlock and Joan question how well they know Shinwell when they investigate the possibility he may have gotten away with the unsolved murder of his friend, a fellow gang member. Also, Sherlock and Joan's latest case puts them on the hunt for a treasure map rumored to lead to a fortune in pirate's gold hidden around New York City.
Previously on Elementary...
Shinwell, you were shot at.
Leave it alone.
We can't just do nothing.
I'll be fine.
Ballistics came back on a slug,
and it was a match
for bullets collected
from an unsolved murder case
12 years ago.
Victim's name is Jameel Clark.
You shot at Shinwell,
because 12 years ago
he murdered your brother.
Tell me I'm wrong.
Sorry.
Why are you sorry?
Well, you care about Shinwell.
You've been nothing
but kind to him.
Learning he's not the man
that you thought he was,
it must be disappointing.
And you believe everything
that Damon Clark told you?
There's no possibility
he was lying?
I saw no indication.
And keep in mind,
he didn't come to me.
I went to him.
I was looking for
confirmation of a theory
based on my interpretation
of his brother's case,
and the recent attempt
on Shinwell's life.
12 years ago,
Shinwell murdered Jameel Clark.
It's the only thing
that makes any sense.
Maybe. Or maybe
there was another reason
that Damon wanted
to hurt Shinwell.
Watson... You said it yourself,
you went to Damon...
Maybe Damon told you
what you wanted to hear.
He told a completely
different story 12 years ago.
He said he didn't see
or hear anything
the night his brother
was killed.
He was in fear for his life.
He remains in fear for his life.
I'm just saying
there is no actual proof
that Shinwell pulled
the trigger.
So it's Damon's word
against his.
We don't even know Damon at all.
Not like we know Shinwell.
Do we know him?
Damon Clark has agreed
to give a statement to
Detective Guzman this afternoon.
I recommend you join them.
Hear his testimony firsthand,
look him in the eye
when he tells his story.
And then tell me
if you're not convinced.
Unit 1056,
Several dozen boxes,
contents unknown.
Bidding starts at $100.
100. 400.
Why so aggressive?
You got a tip?
Counter or don't, kid. 600.
600. Do I hear 700?
700. Got 700, now 800.
Who's in for 800?
700 going once.
700 going twice... 1,000.
1,000. Do we have 1,100?
Too rich for me.
Going once, going twice.
Sold to Xavier for 1,000.
You want to stick around,
see what you missed out on?
Come on...
Waterford Crystal.
Midnight Ranger number one.
You hit the jackpot, kid.
Hey, check that cabinet,
would you?
Hey! You just bought that.
Yeah, well...
you just bought that.
The guy who rented this unit
stopped paying his bill
a couple months ago.
Now we know why.
We think that's him?
The manager here's pretty sure.
Thing is, when I ran the I.D.
the renter used
on his application,
it came back to a who died
in a single-vehicle accident
two years ago.
So whoever that is,
he didn't want his real name
attached to this place.
So he's not just a
mummy, he's a John Doe.
The body was stuffed
into that cabinet.
It's air-tight, which is why
no one smelled him.
I presume that you noticed
the identical entry
and exit wounds on his torso?
Yeah, like he was stabbed
clean through with something.
With a sword, most likely.
Easy to imagine
a trove like this
containing an antique one.
The killer might have grabbed it
in the heat of the moment.
Yeah, well, whatever it was,
he took it with him.
And yet it betrayed him.
Despite what the
motion picture industry
would have us believe,
it is not easy
to pierce skin, ribs, and muscle
in a single thrust.
So we're looking for someone
with a lot
of upper body strength.
I say we should go
and look for a guy like that
on the security footage
for this place,
only there isn't any.
One of the downsides
of keeping your stuff
in the cheapest storage
facility in town.
It's an upside if you're
a thief.
Pretty sure
this wasn't a robbery.
According to the guys
who found the body,
the killer left
a small fortune behind.
No, I wasn't talking
about our killer,
I was alluding the the thefts
committed by our victim,
John Doe.
He keeps a small fortune in a
facility without any cameras.
He uses a stolen ID
to rent a unit
in the furthest corner
of the building.
He's a thief if
ever there was one.
There's a good chance
at least some of the owners
filed police reports, right?
Wrong.
Unless the NYPD maintains a
robbery squad in the hereafter.
All of these items
have been labeled
with their owners' real names.
What do they have in common?
They're dead.
They all died of natural causes
in and around New York
within the last two years.
Note, none of their obituaries
have any mention of any heirs,
And they all contain
the same phone number
to call should the reader feel
that he or she
has a claim
over the decedent's estate.
That's the Manhattan Public
Administrator's Office.
They protect the assets of
people who die with no will.
You think our victim
worked for them?
Who better to steal
from the dead than the person
charged with sorting
through their possessions?
That's Travis?
W-What happened to him?
What happened is
he was murdered.
- What?
- Mr. Salas,
your supervisor at the Public
Administrator's Office
not only helped us to confirm
that this was Travis Unger,
but she also told us
that the two of you
were partners.
Or at least you were until
he disappeared two months ago.
His body was
discovered in a storage unit
in Canarsie.
The unit was filled with stolen
items from dead people,
specifically the dead people
the two of you
were assigned to look into.
The city requires
P.A. investigators
to work in pairs
to prevent theft.
So either you were
asleep on the job,
or you were helping Travis.
We're thinking you were partners
in work and crime,
only something went south.
Maybe Travis was keeping
more than his share?
Wait, wait, wait.
You're right about Travis
stealing from people, okay?
He'd throw me a few hundred
bucks every now and then
to look the other way.
I'd go watch a movie, and
leave him in people's places,
but that was it.
I wasn't his partner,
and I didn't kill him.
I didn't even know he was dead
until you showed me
these pictures.
So you're not a killer,
and you're not a thief.
Just a guy who doesn't mind
a friend
ripping off the dead.
I-I know how that sounds,
but the people
you're talking about,
half the time the P.A.'s Office
doesn't find heirs for them.
They sell their stuff, and
the proceeds go to the state.
Travis always thought
that was crazy.
We do all the work,
New York gets all the money.
Admitting that you were
profiting from his exploits
doesn't really make you
any less of a suspect
in his murder, so...
The first day Travis didn't
come into work
was January 27.
I remember because
our boss called me,
wanted to know
if I heard from him.
So?
So I was on a cruise
with my wife.
I had been there
for almost a week.
That means the last time
Travis was seen alive,
I was out on a boat
in the middle of the Pacific.
I'm gonna need the name
of the cruise line.
You can start writing now.
Sorry, it's just...
I remember when my boss called,
I wasn't worried.
What does that mean?
Before he disappeared,
Travis left me a message.
Said he found something
from our last clear-out
that was gonna make him rich.
When he stopped
coming into work,
I figured it was because he
was sitting on a beach somewhere
drinking Mai tais.
Well, whatever he took...
maybe it was too hot to handle.
Got him killed.
You don't know what it was?
No.
But I know it came from the home
of the last heirless person
we were assigned to.
Guy's name is Milton Barker.
Whatever Travis didn't take
would have gotten boxed up
and sent to the warehouse.
Warehouse?
The P.A.'s warehouse.
If you die
without a will or heirs,
your stuff gets sent there
while we investigate.
Look at Milton Barker's stuff.
Maybe you could figure out
what's missing.
Am I the only one
keeping an eye out
for the lost
Ark of the Covenant?
Nah, that's in a
warehouse in Yemen.
I was joking.
So was I.
Crate 10997...
Last earthly possessions
of Milton Barker.
Or at least
the last earthly possessions
that weren't stolen
by Travis Unger.
Says here Mr. Barker was
an insurance adjustor,
died of a stroke, age 86,
no known heirs.
So, how do you open this?
I don't.
So far,
I'd say the only thing missing
is a tie to go with this shirt.
Is that an antique?
Easily. This is an
18th century sea chest.
Sailors used to keep their
personal effects inside.
Judging by the look of this one,
it belonged to a person
of quite some standing.
Ship's captain, perhaps.
Emerson Barker.
No doubt an ancestor of Milton.
You smell something?
It's vanilla
with an almond finish.
The odor is created
by the breakdown
of cellulose and lignin,
two of the components of paper.
It's what gives old books
their smell.
And yet...
There's no old book in there.
Judging by its placement
inside a captain's chest,
I'll bet it was a captain's log.
Might also be
what Travis Unger stole.
Okay. But if he thought Emerson
Barker's stuff was valuable,
why not take it all?
Why just the log?
I had just fallen asleep
when their voices woke me up.
Shinwell and my brother.
They were laughing,
I don't know about what.
I heard
the refrigerator door open,
and then all of a sudden...
three gunshots.
Pop, pop, pop,
like firecrackers.
And I hid in my room
until I heard the
front door close,
and I went out...
and I saw Jameel
on the kitchen floor.
Blood everywhere.
And, Shinwell was gone.
I thought that maybe
he had ran after the killer.
I mean...
him and Jameel
were like brothers.
But then I-I looked
out the window and...
I saw him...
walking.
Not running, walking.
And he stopped to throw
something in a garbage can,
and then he just...
walked away.
And I-I don't know why,
but I-I-I...
I ran outside and, um,
I went to the garbage can
and I put my hand in it
and then
I-I reached around and...
and that's when I found it.
Found what?
The gun.
The gun he used to kill Jameel.
Only,
instead of giving the gun
to the authorities, you kept it.
Why?
Because I needed a gun.
To do what?
Kill Shinwell.
I heard he was going
to be at the funeral,
so I brought it with me.
I was gonna do it right there,
right in front of Jameel.
But you didn't.
I was ten.
I-I thought I was gonna
get another chance, but then...
But then Shinwell got sent
upstate and that was that.
Until a few nights ago.
Yeah, I,
I heard he got out
and started rolling with SBK
like nothing ever happened.
I owed it to Jameel
to try again.
But I missed.
And after that, I threw the gun
into the East River.
I guess I'm no killer.
But Shinwell sure as hell is.
Damon Clark's story
rang as true for you
as it did for me.
I'm sorry.
Pretty sure I'm the one
who should be apologizing.
I let a killer into our lives.
It's not like I haven't exposed
you to the occasional killer.
What did Detective
Guzman have to say?
Not much, actually.
He doesn't think the D.A.
is gonna want to pursue it.
Damon is an unreliable witness,
at best.
And Shinwell has proven himself
to be a strong informant.
So now what?
Now, we take a respite.
There is a more recent murder
demands our attention.
Yeah, I got your text earlier.
So you think
that Unger stole an old book
from a sea chest?
Not a book, a captain's log.
I initially thought
the log to be that
of Captain Emerson Barker,
the chest's original owner.
Only it wasn't?
A little research revealed
that Captain Emerson Barker
ran rum and sugar between
the West Indies and New York
from 1692 to 1705.
His tenure
was notably uneventful,
and yet,
every single one of his logbooks
ended up in the archives of
the New York Public Library.
Their collection covers
his entire career.
That is, in fact,
the only thing
that is noteworthy about them.
There aren't any
missing volumes.
So if you're right that
Travis Unger stole something
from Barker's chest,
it had to have been
some other kind of book.
No. I remain convinced
it was a captain's log.
But you just said...
Come.
Pages from the logbooks
of Captain Emerson Barker,
courtesy of the New York Public
Library's online archives.
Now, these entries
represent one week aboard
Captain Emerson's ship,
recorded in his own hand.
Now, he, like everyone else
in Colonial times,
wrote with ink and quill.
Captain Barker would
have had to mix
fresh ink every day.
Therefore, one would expect
each entry
to be slightly different
in shade and consistency.
These all look the same.
That's because three to four
times a year,
Captain Barker
used the same ink mixture
to write several weeks' worth
of entries in a single day.
You think he was making them up?
I know he was.
I've compared his writings
to the logs of other ships
that were supposedly near his
at the time of these entries.
And the weather data
doesn't match. Why?
Because his data is fabricated.
Why would he do something
like that?
Shortly before you returned,
I discovered that
his missing weeks overlap
with attacks on ships at sea,
by a pirate named “Black Peter.”
Wait a second. Are you saying
that Emerson Barker
was a pirate?
More specifically,
a part-time pirate.
He and his crew
led a double life.
When they weren't hauling
their own cargo,
they were relieving other ships
of theirs.
Quite clever,
when you think about it.
Okay, say you're right.
What does all this have to do
with Travis Unger?
A pirate captain
is still a captain.
Still needs to record
weather conditions,
latitude, longitude,
profit shares.
He still needs to keep a log.
So, you think that's the book
that Travis Unger stole.
Throughout his career,
Black Peter
raided dozens
of Spanish galleons
loaded with gold.
Lore has it he hid the booty
in New York City.
No one knows
what happened to it.
But it's quite possible
that he recorded its location
in his secret logbook.
The same logbook
our victim stole.
Unger told his partner
that he found something
that was gonna make him rich.
I'd say a treasure map
fits the bill, wouldn't you?
Pirate treasure in New York?
Piracy was actually a vital part
of the Colonial economy.
Many a privateer roamed
Manhattan's streets
squandering their stolen
doubloons on wine and wenches.
And never a place to turn away
a good customer,
the city welcomed them
with open arms.
Much as they do the pirates
that roam Wall Street today.
Well, let's say
this, Black Peter
did bury some gold somewhere
in the city.
Don't you think someone
would've found it by now?
We did some research,
and we're pretty sure
this is not about
Black Peter's personal treasure.
According to
historical records,
Emerson Barker, AKA Black Peter,
invested his loot
into the South Sea Company,
which famously went bankrupt
in 1720.
But according to
historians who are
familiar with his exploits,
Black Peter also claimed to know
the location
of a different treasure,
a lost fortune he was never able
to get his hands on.
Right now,
we're operating on the theory
that the stolen logbook
contains the location
of that treasure.
So, what, we should put out
a Finest Message for a giant “X”
on a sidewalk?
50 paces from the old oak tree?
Actually, we don't think
the treasure was buried.
We think it might be underwater.
I pulled Travis Unger's
credit records.
One of the last places he
used his card was a bar
called The Salty Bog.
It's near the South
Brooklyn Marine Terminal,
it's a popular hangout
for scuba divers
and marine salvagers.
If Unger had discovered the
location of the sunken treasure,
he would've needed help
from someone
with the right skills
and resources to retrieve it.
The bar would be a good place
to look for a partner.
A bartender
at The Salty Bog told us.
Travis Unger came in
a couple months ago,
looking for someone who could
help him get to a ship
at the bottom of the ocean.
He said he pointed Unger
in your direction,
Mr. Vestergaard.
Yeah, that's right.
He said he had a logbook
that belonged to Black Peter.
You know who that is?
He said the logbook
contained the location
of a sunken Spanish galleon
called the Santa Leticia in it.
The Santa Leticia
supposedly went down
with a fortune of gold on board.
He wanted me to provide a ship
and the labor to pull it up.
Offered to split the take
fifty-fifty.
I told him I wasn't interested.
You're an ardent
treasure hunter.
According to an interview,
you only operate your
commercial salvage business
to fund your expeditions.
So why would you turn down
the lead to a potential fortune
in gold?
Something happened
to this guy, right?
Is that why you're here?
You think I did it?
Travis Unger was murdered
the day after the
two of you met.
Maybe you wanted
Black Peter's logbook,
but you didn't want
to split the treasure.
So you killed Travis
and took the book.
I mean, you are accustomed
to looting the dead, after all.
No.
No, you-you got the wrong guy.
I didn't kill anyone.
Look, I turned him down
because I already knew
the location
of the Santa Leticia.
I first found out about
the Santa Leticia in 2013
when I was digging through
some old files in Seville.
It took me years,
but I finally found her.
Very next day, I applied
with the Admiralty Courts
for salvage title,
which they granted.
Over a year ago, long before
I ever met Travis Unger.
All right, well,
we're gonna have to verify this.
Feel free. I'll give you numbers
of some of my investors, too.
Investors?
The Santa Leticia is
in deep water, half a mile down.
That kind of salvage job
costs about a million dollars.
I had already sold 50%
of the treasure to my investors.
If I'd given him 50%,
I would've been left
with nothing.
And besides, there's a DVD
in the back of that file.
It shows video of us
when we finally made it
to the Santa Leticia
about two weeks ago.
It's proof that somebody else
ended up
with Black Peter's logbook.
Because when my crew
and I got down there,
that ship had been picked clean.
Based on the condition
of the wreck,
someone beat us to the gold
by days.
Weeks, at most.
So you think Travis Unger tried
to partner with someone else.
That person killed him,
took the book,
and got to the Santa Leticia
before you?
Yeah, you want to find
who killed Travis Unger?
I'd start by finding the people
who stole my treasure.
Thanks. That'll do the trick.
The National Weather Service
says they'll send us
the last two months
of satellite footage
covering the coordinates
Mr. Vestergaard gave us.
Should be easy
enough to spot a vessel
which anchored above
the Santa Leticia
long enough to loot her.
Keep me posted, would you?
Where are you going?
The respite I mentioned
last night?
It's over.
You know I don't like it
when you do this.
Nobody does.
What's up? What did I do?
Did I miss an appointment
or something?
I require information.
About?
A murder.
What are you talking about?
I know you killed Jameel Clark.
What I don't know is why.
I told you everything I know
about what happened to Jameel.
You told me everything
you wanted me to know.
You left out the bits about
shooting him in the back,
dropping the weapon
in a garbage can.
Believe it or not, I'm here
because I want to help you.
Do tell.
12 years ago,
you made a mistake.
Now obviously, you regret it.
Or you wouldn't have become an
informant for the department.
You wouldn't have devoted
yourself to dismantling SBK.
You're not the man you were.
That could not be more plain.
But the truth must out.
So tell me what happened
that night?
What drove you to
take Jameel's life?
I loved Jameel.
Like he was a brother.
So why did you shoot him
three times in the back?
You know what?
I think you should leave.
You have a relationship
with the police,
and with the district attorney.
You must realize that there's a
deal to be made if you confess.
There's nothing to confess.
So, if you don't mind...
You're making a mistake.
No, the mistake is yours.
I didn't kill anybody.
It's good luck you caught me.
I was planning to set sail
for Sardinia tomorrow morning.
So...
how can I help the NYPD?
Well, last month,
a sunken treasure ship
named the Santa Leticia
was looted,
and satellite photos
show your yacht,
the Sea Unicorn, anchored
at the coordinates
for well over a week.
We know you consider yourself
an amateur treasure hunter,
and that you maintain a
private collection of the things
that you've found over the
years at your home in Riyadh.
So tell us,
if we get a warrant
to search your ship,
are we gonna find the
Santa Leticia's gold on board?
Absolutely.
You don't deny
looting the treasure?
Not at all.
Would you like to see a sample?
Actually, that would
be very helpful.
I carry this one with me
for good luck.
It's the first one found by my
divers and very precious to me.
But you're more than welcome
to come to the ship to see
the rest of the treasure.
You don't happen to have
a logbook there written by a man
named Black Peter, do you?
It's with the rest
of the treasure.
You know Black Peter?
He is one
of my favorite pirates.
Mr. Al-Asmari,
that logbook was once
in the possession
of a man by the name
of Travis Unger.
He was looking for a partner
to help retrieve
the treasure. He was offering
a fifty-fifty split.
But he was murdered.
And now you're admitting
to having
his book and the treasure.
I'm sorry to hear
that this man is dead,
but I've never seen him before.
And I certainly
would not have killed him
to find the location
of Santa Leticia.
Why would I?
This is a million-dollar watch.
My shoes cost $5,000.
I have more money
than I know what to do with.
I don't need to steal
or kill to get what I want.
I'd have happily shared the
treasure with this Travis Unger.
He never approached me.
If you never met him, where did
you get Black Peter's logbook?
I bought it.
From?
I don't know.
I made the purchase
on the Dark Web.
The seller wished
to remain anonymous.
I paid 25,000 American dollars.
Travis Unger wanted 50% of
a treasure worth millions.
There's no way he sold
the logbook for $25,000.
You think I bought the logbook
from the man
who killed this man.
But the transaction was made
entirely via screen names
and encrypted e-mails.
Do you at least remember
his screen name?
Of course.
It was Kashgar.
Like the city on the Silk Road.
Mason?
Hey.
I take it the partially melted
statue of Coatlicue,
the Aztec earth goddess,
has something to do with
the hunt for a Dark Web dealer
who sold a pirate's logbook
to a Saudi billionaire?
His name is Kashgar, and
Joan is totally catfishing him.
Thanks.
I figure Kashgar either killed
Travis Unger himself
or knows the person who did.
So I came up with a plan
to identify him.
We bought that statue
from Kashgar.
Well, actually, not that statue.
That's a fake.
We bought a real one though.
It's in the basement.
I asked Mason
to use one
of the 3-D industrial printers
from his university
to make a copy.
Since when are you
at university?
Since I turned 15. Duh.
We melted one of the statue's
hands to try to convince Kashgar
that he sold us a fake
by accident.
See?
Why did you make a video?
'Cause we want Kashgar
to watch it.
Which, according to this,
he just did.
Mason embedded a Trojan
horse in the video.
By watching it, Kashgar
is giving us his IP address.
Got it. Now all I have to do is
match the address
to a name. And...
Bam.
John Neligan.
Excuse me.
“John Neligan.
“Criminal sale of a
controlled substance.
“Criminal possession
of a weapon.
Assault in the first degree.”
Hope! Grab me a beer, will ya?
Get on the ground! Now!
My daughter's back there.
I'm clean, man!
Dad?
This is a mistake, sweetheart.
I didn't do anything.
Mr. Neligan,
Detective Bell, NYPD.
Whatever tip you got,
it's bogus.
I didn't violate my parole.
You can search the house.
You won't find anything
that's not supposed to be here.
Look, we know you've been
trafficking in stolen goods,
Mr. Neligan,
including a valuable book
you sold to a Saudi businessman.
What?
Save it, okay?
We know you're Kashgar.
I don't know
what you're talkin' about.
Who the hell is Kashgar?
I am.
My dad didn't do anything.
It was me.
I'm Kashgar.
I came up with the whole Kashgar
thing a year and a half ago.
It was a way to make money
for college.
Well, ever since my dad
stopped dealing,
money's been tight.
Not that he gets why
I even want to go to MIT.
Do you understand
that the crimes
you committed are very serious?
Well, I wasn't selling drugs
or guns, like my dad used to.
It was just a bunch of antiques.
We're pretty sure a man
was murdered
over one of those antiques.
I told you, I don't know
anything about that.
We're fairly confident
that you didn't murder
the victim yourself.
He was run through with a sword.
And that takes a strong
and practiced arm.
I mean, your father
could have done it.
No. That's crazy.
He doesn't even own a sword.
I mean,
I don't think he owns a sword.
Maybe you should just tell us
how you came into possession
of Black Peter's logbook.
I never possessed it.
I was a middleman.
That's all I ever am.
People reach out to me online
for help
with Dark Web transactions,
usually because
they can't figure out
how to do it themselves.
But I never handle
the merchandise
or meet with the sellers.
So you just arrange the deals.
A couple of months ago,
this guy reached out to me.
He said that he was
a regular customer,
but I didn't recognize
his screen name.
That's not unusual.
The people that I deal with,
they change up their info
all the time.
He said he wanted my help
selling a book
that used to belong to a pirate.
So you put it on the market
for him.
No. Not exactly.
He didn't actually want me
to auction it.
He wanted me
to offer it directly
to a guy named Farhan Al-Asmari.
He said to set
the price at 25 thou.
Gave me the guy's private
e-mail address and everything.
He specifically wanted the book
sold to Al-Asmari?
Did you think that was odd?
No.
I get asked
to help sell something, I do it.
No questions.
The odd part was that he said
I could keep all the money.
Said it was a bonus for all the work
I'd done for him in the past.
He didn't end up making a penny.
I don't get it.
Someone kills Travis Unger
to get a pirate's logbook,
and the only people
it ends up helping
are a 14-year-old girl
and a Saudi billionaire.
And it doesn't look like
either one of them is our perp.
What if the point
wasn't to help anyone?
What if it was to harm?
Arranging for Hope Neligan
to pass Black Peter's logbook
to Al-Asmari
didn't just profit
those two parties...
It insured the utter failure
of a third, Lars Vestergaard.
His expedition to the Santa
Leticia was for nothing.
I mean, he didn't just miss out
on the treasure...
He cost his investors millions.
So what if the killer's
true goal was his ruination?
I don't know. That's a long way
to go to hurt a guy's business.
We'll talk to him again.
If there's someone out there
who hates him enough
to commit a murder
just to see him fail,
he probably knows
the person's name, right?
I admit, I had my issues
with Lars Vestergaard,
but I didn't do anything
that would've harmed him
or his business.
We know that,
over the past ten years,
you invested in a number
of his expeditions,
mostly to disappointing results.
We also know you broke his nose
at the Met three months ago.
During the first intermission
of Der Freischutz.
It's a real shame to have missed
the final two acts.
Mr. Jarman, you told
police that you were upset
over treasure hunting losses.
You clearly have a grudge
against the guy.
I had a grudge.
Past tense.
But the punch was the end of it.
The truth is,
I'm a different man today.
Right after the...
altercation, my firm made me
take a sabbatical
to work on my anger issues.
I spent the time off
building houses in Haiti.
It was life-changing.
I assume
you got my name from Lars.
Did he also tell you
about the pirates?
Pirates?
Lars likes to wine and dine his
investors on his salvage ship.
About a year ago,
I was on board late at night
when he was in port,
and these men in masks,
five or six of them,
came roaring up in speedboats.
They jumped on board
and started wrecking his gear.
By the time we got down to the
deck, they'd already sped away.
But they did thousands
of dollars worth of damage.
According to Lars,
it wasn't the first time.
He called them pirates?
No, I did.
Because they were flying
a pirate flag.
It had a skull and everything.
But instead
of the usual crossbones,
there were two scuba snorkels.
I don't know.
Maybe they're the people
you're trying to find.
So, what did Mr. Vestergaard
have to say this time?
He confirmed Jarman's story.
He said that he'd been attacked
on four occasions,
and that it's happened
to other salvage firms, as well.
None of them
reported the attacks
because they didn't want
to spook their investors.
So, what kind of pirates
have a bone to pick
with salvage operators?
He doesn't know.
Were you able to find out
where that flag came from?
is a small online shop,
and the owner doesn't sound
especially organized,
but she's promised
to let me know
when she's located
the buyer's name and address.
I found something upstairs
that I would like you
to explain.
So, if you don't mind...
You're making a mistake.
No, the mistake is yours.
I didn't kill anybody.
When were you planning
on telling me about this?
I wasn't, mostly because the
recording was my backup plan.
I thought that Shinwell
might see the wisdom
in turning himself in.
He did not.
You disapprove?
Of the timing, yeah.
He's worked for months
to embed himself in SBK.
An endeavor I cared more about
before I knew he was
a cold-blooded killer.
You think we should
look the other way?
SBK is a ruthless drug gang.
There is no doubt
they are the greater evil.
So why get a confession
out of Shinwell now?
Tell me, Watson,
what did you think would happen
when Shinwell
and Detective Guzman
finally bring
the hammer down on SBK?
Do you think he would buy a
little house here, settle down?
Or do you think
he would be whisked away
by Witness Security,
never to be seen again?
That's not what he wants. He
wants to be with his daughter.
That was never gonna happen.
Now that we know he killed
Jameel Clark, it shouldn't.
As a physician,
you pledge to do no harm,
but that's not always possible.
Cutting into a patient
does them harm.
Medicines have side effects,
sometimes terrible ones.
With chemotherapy, we actually
give cancer patients poison,
hoping that it'll kill
more malignant cells
than healthy ones.
So, he's the cure
to cancer now, is he?
He's not the cure.
A means to an end.
A necessary evil?
No, just a lesser one.
Several months ago,
I destroyed evidence
that would've violated
his parole.
It would've guaranteed
his return to prison,
so thanks to me,
a murderer now walks free.
So, if he kills again, it's
gonna be on my head, not yours.
The man belongs behind bars.
Speaking of murderers,
our seamstress has
the name of the person
who bought the pirate flag.
I don't know what to tell you.
I'm a marine archaeologist.
I study pirates.
Doesn't make me one.
A flag just like this
was commissioned by one of
your students, Isaac Sheridan.
He admitted to committing
several attacks
on treasure-hunting ships,
including one owned
by Lars Vestergaard.
According to
Isaac, you instructed him
and several other
students when to strike
and what equipment to damage
in order to cripple
those companies'
salvage capabilities.
People like Lars Vestergaard
desecrate important
archaeological sites
for their own profit.
Sabotaging their ships was
the only way to slow them down.
Until Travis Unger came along.
- Who?
- Travis Unger.
He used to work for the Public
Administrator's Office.
A couple of months ago,
he got his hands on a logbook
that contained the location
of a sunken treasure galleon.
And he approached Vestergaard
about salvaging the wreck.
Vestergaard turned him away
because he'd filed a claim
on the same ship
over a year ago.
You have the gear
and the know-how
to run the same
kind of operation.
So we think that
Unger came to you next
to try to strike
some kind of a deal.
You realized if you got to
the treasure before Vestergaard,
you'd be able to preserve
it and hurt his business.
Problem was, you couldn't
beat him to the wreck.
And you couldn't promise Unger
the 50% split that he demanded.
Academia is loathe to
authorize such expenditure
without tedious review.
So you killed Unger
and took the book.
What?
And then you arranged for it
to fall into the hands
of Farhan Al-Asmari.
He keeps his hauls intact
in his own private museum,
and according
to your own academic papers,
he's given you access
to his collection before.
Hold on.
Do I know Mr. Al-Asmari? Yes.
Did I take things
with my students too far?
No question.
But I'm telling you,
none of us killed anyone.
Professor...
No. I have a question now.
What is the name
of this sunken ship
that I supposedly killed over?
The Santa Leticia.
Well, I don't know where
you're getting your facts,
but there wasn't any treasure
on the Santa Leticia.
There was.
Mr. Al-Asmari pulled
up millions in gold.
He's pretty proud of it, too.
No, this is impossible.
I've read everything
that's ever been written
about the Santa Leticia,
including the records
in the Archives of the Indies
in Seville,
and there is not a document
in recorded history
that says it went down
with gold on it.
Black Peter would disagree
with you.
Black Peter?
The logbook you think I stole,
it was his?
You said Lars filed a claim
on the Santa Leticia
before the logbook surfaced.
Yeah, we verified it.
That doesn't make any sense.
He would've seen all the records
I saw in Spain.
Maybe he just had a hunch.
No, salvagers like him,
they don't work off hunches.
They need to know there's gold
on a ship like the Santa Leticia
or they'll have
their investors to answer to.
I've got to make
a call. Excuse me.
Yes, thank you.
So, we're not liking
the professor
for Travis Unger's murder.
Are you?
Everything she said
fairly reeked of the truth.
Is that why you left
to make a call?
I believe she was
also telling the truth
when she said Lars Vestergaard
had to have expected
to find nothing
when he mounted his expedition
to the Santa Leticia.
But that doesn't make any sense.
Why go to the bottom
of the ocean for nothing?
'Cause I think
in Vestergaard's case,
nothing would have been far more
valuable to him than gold.
Under the right circumstances,
a producer could make more money
with a flop than he could
with a hit.
He's quite good, isn't he?
I'm more of a Chocolate Factory
kind of guy.
Someone want to tell me
why you're showing me a movie?
Because you pulled off
the same kind of scheme,
only instead of a
musical about Nazis,
you convinced your investors
to pay for an expedition
to a ship that
you thought was empty.
Why the hell would I do that?
I asked myself the same question
when a marine archaeologist
insisted that you
couldn't have believed
there was treasure on board.
I wondered, maybe your intention
wasn't to plunder
the Santa Leticia,
but rather your
investors' pockets.
So I contacted one that
you'd worked with before,
Clarence Jarman.
He helped us track down
the people who
actually paid for you
to go to the Santa Leticia.
Turns out there
were a lot of them,
more than anyone knew.
Just like the
characters in the movie,
you oversold your shares
in the Santa Leticia's treasure.
You told us that you typically
sell 50% of your profits
to cover your expenses,
but on this expedition
you secretly sold
1,000% of what you might find,
raking in a total
of $15 million in sales.
Your investors
signed contracts that said
if the salvage effort was
a flop, they'd get nothing.
That meant that
after the real costs
of the expedition were covered,
you'd pocket almost
$14 million in profit
and no one would be the wiser.
Seemed pretty foolproof,
but then a few weeks
before you set sail,
Travis Unger showed up
with Black Peter's logbook.
Suddenly there was evidence
there really was gold
aboard the Santa Leticia.
If you got to the ship
and the treasure
was still there,
you would've owed your investors
ten times whatever it was worth.
Find ten million in gold,
for example,
and you would've had
to give them a hundred million.
You couldn't do that.
So you followed Unger
to his storage unit,
killed him and took the logbook.
Now, you still needed
to make the Santa Leticia's
gold disappear,
so you made sure the book
ended up in the hands
of Farhan Al-Asmari.
He got to the treasure
before you. Problem was solved.
All right.
I may have oversold some shares,
but I didn't kill anyone.
Perhaps you'll recognize this.
This is a still taken
from a documentary film
that you commissioned during one
of your earliest treasure hunts.
The weapon is a Spanish sword
called a navaja.
You recovered it from a
shipwreck in the Caribbean.
It's different
from a traditional sword
in that the blade folds,
making it easy to conceal.
So?
So Travis Unger
was killed with a sword.
We'd like you to produce yours
so we can compare it
to the victim's wounds.
I'm sorry.
I've lost it.
Actually, we think you did
quite deliberately.
Coast Guard says that according
to the transponder on your boat,
you took her out
the night of the murder.
You went a half mile outside the
harbor, then came right back.
Now, you're the sunken
treasure expert,
Mr. Vestergaard.
What do you think
our divers will find
when they go to that spot?
Watson, I just left my meeting.
I'm absolutely famished,
so, um, if you'd like me
to bring home
any food for you...
Did you think I wouldn't notice?
You the one taught me
how to coax a confession
out of a suspect.
Isolate. Surprise.
Build a rapport.
You didn't think I knew
what you were doing?
Shinwell...
No, you gonna listen to me now.
You want to know
who killed Jameel?
SBK killed Jameel.
Leadership cut a deal
with a rival gang,
and in exchange
for a cease-fire,
the gangs agreed
to work together
to raise the price of the drugs
they were pushing.
Jameel's death was a condition.
He had taken up
with the ex-girlfriend
of one of the other
gang's lieutenants.
So he had to go.
SBK asked a friend to do it...
but they lied.
They told his friend
that he was a traitor.
They tricked him.
You looking for someone
who killed one person.
SBK kills dozens
of people a year.
Their drugs ruin
thousands of lives,
but don't nobody care.
They don't get press.
They're not clever.
They're not fun.
They're just evil.
Are you done?
No.
There's something you need
to know before I go.
I'm-a take SBK down.
And anybody who get in my way...
gonna get hurt.
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@elder_man
Shinwell, you were shot at.
Leave it alone.
We can't just do nothing.
I'll be fine.
Ballistics came back on a slug,
and it was a match
for bullets collected
from an unsolved murder case
12 years ago.
Victim's name is Jameel Clark.
You shot at Shinwell,
because 12 years ago
he murdered your brother.
Tell me I'm wrong.
Sorry.
Why are you sorry?
Well, you care about Shinwell.
You've been nothing
but kind to him.
Learning he's not the man
that you thought he was,
it must be disappointing.
And you believe everything
that Damon Clark told you?
There's no possibility
he was lying?
I saw no indication.
And keep in mind,
he didn't come to me.
I went to him.
I was looking for
confirmation of a theory
based on my interpretation
of his brother's case,
and the recent attempt
on Shinwell's life.
12 years ago,
Shinwell murdered Jameel Clark.
It's the only thing
that makes any sense.
Maybe. Or maybe
there was another reason
that Damon wanted
to hurt Shinwell.
Watson... You said it yourself,
you went to Damon...
Maybe Damon told you
what you wanted to hear.
He told a completely
different story 12 years ago.
He said he didn't see
or hear anything
the night his brother
was killed.
He was in fear for his life.
He remains in fear for his life.
I'm just saying
there is no actual proof
that Shinwell pulled
the trigger.
So it's Damon's word
against his.
We don't even know Damon at all.
Not like we know Shinwell.
Do we know him?
Damon Clark has agreed
to give a statement to
Detective Guzman this afternoon.
I recommend you join them.
Hear his testimony firsthand,
look him in the eye
when he tells his story.
And then tell me
if you're not convinced.
Unit 1056,
Several dozen boxes,
contents unknown.
Bidding starts at $100.
100. 400.
Why so aggressive?
You got a tip?
Counter or don't, kid. 600.
600. Do I hear 700?
700. Got 700, now 800.
Who's in for 800?
700 going once.
700 going twice... 1,000.
1,000. Do we have 1,100?
Too rich for me.
Going once, going twice.
Sold to Xavier for 1,000.
You want to stick around,
see what you missed out on?
Come on...
Waterford Crystal.
Midnight Ranger number one.
You hit the jackpot, kid.
Hey, check that cabinet,
would you?
Hey! You just bought that.
Yeah, well...
you just bought that.
The guy who rented this unit
stopped paying his bill
a couple months ago.
Now we know why.
We think that's him?
The manager here's pretty sure.
Thing is, when I ran the I.D.
the renter used
on his application,
it came back to a who died
in a single-vehicle accident
two years ago.
So whoever that is,
he didn't want his real name
attached to this place.
So he's not just a
mummy, he's a John Doe.
The body was stuffed
into that cabinet.
It's air-tight, which is why
no one smelled him.
I presume that you noticed
the identical entry
and exit wounds on his torso?
Yeah, like he was stabbed
clean through with something.
With a sword, most likely.
Easy to imagine
a trove like this
containing an antique one.
The killer might have grabbed it
in the heat of the moment.
Yeah, well, whatever it was,
he took it with him.
And yet it betrayed him.
Despite what the
motion picture industry
would have us believe,
it is not easy
to pierce skin, ribs, and muscle
in a single thrust.
So we're looking for someone
with a lot
of upper body strength.
I say we should go
and look for a guy like that
on the security footage
for this place,
only there isn't any.
One of the downsides
of keeping your stuff
in the cheapest storage
facility in town.
It's an upside if you're
a thief.
Pretty sure
this wasn't a robbery.
According to the guys
who found the body,
the killer left
a small fortune behind.
No, I wasn't talking
about our killer,
I was alluding the the thefts
committed by our victim,
John Doe.
He keeps a small fortune in a
facility without any cameras.
He uses a stolen ID
to rent a unit
in the furthest corner
of the building.
He's a thief if
ever there was one.
There's a good chance
at least some of the owners
filed police reports, right?
Wrong.
Unless the NYPD maintains a
robbery squad in the hereafter.
All of these items
have been labeled
with their owners' real names.
What do they have in common?
They're dead.
They all died of natural causes
in and around New York
within the last two years.
Note, none of their obituaries
have any mention of any heirs,
And they all contain
the same phone number
to call should the reader feel
that he or she
has a claim
over the decedent's estate.
That's the Manhattan Public
Administrator's Office.
They protect the assets of
people who die with no will.
You think our victim
worked for them?
Who better to steal
from the dead than the person
charged with sorting
through their possessions?
That's Travis?
W-What happened to him?
What happened is
he was murdered.
- What?
- Mr. Salas,
your supervisor at the Public
Administrator's Office
not only helped us to confirm
that this was Travis Unger,
but she also told us
that the two of you
were partners.
Or at least you were until
he disappeared two months ago.
His body was
discovered in a storage unit
in Canarsie.
The unit was filled with stolen
items from dead people,
specifically the dead people
the two of you
were assigned to look into.
The city requires
P.A. investigators
to work in pairs
to prevent theft.
So either you were
asleep on the job,
or you were helping Travis.
We're thinking you were partners
in work and crime,
only something went south.
Maybe Travis was keeping
more than his share?
Wait, wait, wait.
You're right about Travis
stealing from people, okay?
He'd throw me a few hundred
bucks every now and then
to look the other way.
I'd go watch a movie, and
leave him in people's places,
but that was it.
I wasn't his partner,
and I didn't kill him.
I didn't even know he was dead
until you showed me
these pictures.
So you're not a killer,
and you're not a thief.
Just a guy who doesn't mind
a friend
ripping off the dead.
I-I know how that sounds,
but the people
you're talking about,
half the time the P.A.'s Office
doesn't find heirs for them.
They sell their stuff, and
the proceeds go to the state.
Travis always thought
that was crazy.
We do all the work,
New York gets all the money.
Admitting that you were
profiting from his exploits
doesn't really make you
any less of a suspect
in his murder, so...
The first day Travis didn't
come into work
was January 27.
I remember because
our boss called me,
wanted to know
if I heard from him.
So?
So I was on a cruise
with my wife.
I had been there
for almost a week.
That means the last time
Travis was seen alive,
I was out on a boat
in the middle of the Pacific.
I'm gonna need the name
of the cruise line.
You can start writing now.
Sorry, it's just...
I remember when my boss called,
I wasn't worried.
What does that mean?
Before he disappeared,
Travis left me a message.
Said he found something
from our last clear-out
that was gonna make him rich.
When he stopped
coming into work,
I figured it was because he
was sitting on a beach somewhere
drinking Mai tais.
Well, whatever he took...
maybe it was too hot to handle.
Got him killed.
You don't know what it was?
No.
But I know it came from the home
of the last heirless person
we were assigned to.
Guy's name is Milton Barker.
Whatever Travis didn't take
would have gotten boxed up
and sent to the warehouse.
Warehouse?
The P.A.'s warehouse.
If you die
without a will or heirs,
your stuff gets sent there
while we investigate.
Look at Milton Barker's stuff.
Maybe you could figure out
what's missing.
Am I the only one
keeping an eye out
for the lost
Ark of the Covenant?
Nah, that's in a
warehouse in Yemen.
I was joking.
So was I.
Crate 10997...
Last earthly possessions
of Milton Barker.
Or at least
the last earthly possessions
that weren't stolen
by Travis Unger.
Says here Mr. Barker was
an insurance adjustor,
died of a stroke, age 86,
no known heirs.
So, how do you open this?
I don't.
So far,
I'd say the only thing missing
is a tie to go with this shirt.
Is that an antique?
Easily. This is an
18th century sea chest.
Sailors used to keep their
personal effects inside.
Judging by the look of this one,
it belonged to a person
of quite some standing.
Ship's captain, perhaps.
Emerson Barker.
No doubt an ancestor of Milton.
You smell something?
It's vanilla
with an almond finish.
The odor is created
by the breakdown
of cellulose and lignin,
two of the components of paper.
It's what gives old books
their smell.
And yet...
There's no old book in there.
Judging by its placement
inside a captain's chest,
I'll bet it was a captain's log.
Might also be
what Travis Unger stole.
Okay. But if he thought Emerson
Barker's stuff was valuable,
why not take it all?
Why just the log?
I had just fallen asleep
when their voices woke me up.
Shinwell and my brother.
They were laughing,
I don't know about what.
I heard
the refrigerator door open,
and then all of a sudden...
three gunshots.
Pop, pop, pop,
like firecrackers.
And I hid in my room
until I heard the
front door close,
and I went out...
and I saw Jameel
on the kitchen floor.
Blood everywhere.
And, Shinwell was gone.
I thought that maybe
he had ran after the killer.
I mean...
him and Jameel
were like brothers.
But then I-I looked
out the window and...
I saw him...
walking.
Not running, walking.
And he stopped to throw
something in a garbage can,
and then he just...
walked away.
And I-I don't know why,
but I-I-I...
I ran outside and, um,
I went to the garbage can
and I put my hand in it
and then
I-I reached around and...
and that's when I found it.
Found what?
The gun.
The gun he used to kill Jameel.
Only,
instead of giving the gun
to the authorities, you kept it.
Why?
Because I needed a gun.
To do what?
Kill Shinwell.
I heard he was going
to be at the funeral,
so I brought it with me.
I was gonna do it right there,
right in front of Jameel.
But you didn't.
I was ten.
I-I thought I was gonna
get another chance, but then...
But then Shinwell got sent
upstate and that was that.
Until a few nights ago.
Yeah, I,
I heard he got out
and started rolling with SBK
like nothing ever happened.
I owed it to Jameel
to try again.
But I missed.
And after that, I threw the gun
into the East River.
I guess I'm no killer.
But Shinwell sure as hell is.
Damon Clark's story
rang as true for you
as it did for me.
I'm sorry.
Pretty sure I'm the one
who should be apologizing.
I let a killer into our lives.
It's not like I haven't exposed
you to the occasional killer.
What did Detective
Guzman have to say?
Not much, actually.
He doesn't think the D.A.
is gonna want to pursue it.
Damon is an unreliable witness,
at best.
And Shinwell has proven himself
to be a strong informant.
So now what?
Now, we take a respite.
There is a more recent murder
demands our attention.
Yeah, I got your text earlier.
So you think
that Unger stole an old book
from a sea chest?
Not a book, a captain's log.
I initially thought
the log to be that
of Captain Emerson Barker,
the chest's original owner.
Only it wasn't?
A little research revealed
that Captain Emerson Barker
ran rum and sugar between
the West Indies and New York
from 1692 to 1705.
His tenure
was notably uneventful,
and yet,
every single one of his logbooks
ended up in the archives of
the New York Public Library.
Their collection covers
his entire career.
That is, in fact,
the only thing
that is noteworthy about them.
There aren't any
missing volumes.
So if you're right that
Travis Unger stole something
from Barker's chest,
it had to have been
some other kind of book.
No. I remain convinced
it was a captain's log.
But you just said...
Come.
Pages from the logbooks
of Captain Emerson Barker,
courtesy of the New York Public
Library's online archives.
Now, these entries
represent one week aboard
Captain Emerson's ship,
recorded in his own hand.
Now, he, like everyone else
in Colonial times,
wrote with ink and quill.
Captain Barker would
have had to mix
fresh ink every day.
Therefore, one would expect
each entry
to be slightly different
in shade and consistency.
These all look the same.
That's because three to four
times a year,
Captain Barker
used the same ink mixture
to write several weeks' worth
of entries in a single day.
You think he was making them up?
I know he was.
I've compared his writings
to the logs of other ships
that were supposedly near his
at the time of these entries.
And the weather data
doesn't match. Why?
Because his data is fabricated.
Why would he do something
like that?
Shortly before you returned,
I discovered that
his missing weeks overlap
with attacks on ships at sea,
by a pirate named “Black Peter.”
Wait a second. Are you saying
that Emerson Barker
was a pirate?
More specifically,
a part-time pirate.
He and his crew
led a double life.
When they weren't hauling
their own cargo,
they were relieving other ships
of theirs.
Quite clever,
when you think about it.
Okay, say you're right.
What does all this have to do
with Travis Unger?
A pirate captain
is still a captain.
Still needs to record
weather conditions,
latitude, longitude,
profit shares.
He still needs to keep a log.
So, you think that's the book
that Travis Unger stole.
Throughout his career,
Black Peter
raided dozens
of Spanish galleons
loaded with gold.
Lore has it he hid the booty
in New York City.
No one knows
what happened to it.
But it's quite possible
that he recorded its location
in his secret logbook.
The same logbook
our victim stole.
Unger told his partner
that he found something
that was gonna make him rich.
I'd say a treasure map
fits the bill, wouldn't you?
Pirate treasure in New York?
Piracy was actually a vital part
of the Colonial economy.
Many a privateer roamed
Manhattan's streets
squandering their stolen
doubloons on wine and wenches.
And never a place to turn away
a good customer,
the city welcomed them
with open arms.
Much as they do the pirates
that roam Wall Street today.
Well, let's say
this, Black Peter
did bury some gold somewhere
in the city.
Don't you think someone
would've found it by now?
We did some research,
and we're pretty sure
this is not about
Black Peter's personal treasure.
According to
historical records,
Emerson Barker, AKA Black Peter,
invested his loot
into the South Sea Company,
which famously went bankrupt
in 1720.
But according to
historians who are
familiar with his exploits,
Black Peter also claimed to know
the location
of a different treasure,
a lost fortune he was never able
to get his hands on.
Right now,
we're operating on the theory
that the stolen logbook
contains the location
of that treasure.
So, what, we should put out
a Finest Message for a giant “X”
on a sidewalk?
50 paces from the old oak tree?
Actually, we don't think
the treasure was buried.
We think it might be underwater.
I pulled Travis Unger's
credit records.
One of the last places he
used his card was a bar
called The Salty Bog.
It's near the South
Brooklyn Marine Terminal,
it's a popular hangout
for scuba divers
and marine salvagers.
If Unger had discovered the
location of the sunken treasure,
he would've needed help
from someone
with the right skills
and resources to retrieve it.
The bar would be a good place
to look for a partner.
A bartender
at The Salty Bog told us.
Travis Unger came in
a couple months ago,
looking for someone who could
help him get to a ship
at the bottom of the ocean.
He said he pointed Unger
in your direction,
Mr. Vestergaard.
Yeah, that's right.
He said he had a logbook
that belonged to Black Peter.
You know who that is?
He said the logbook
contained the location
of a sunken Spanish galleon
called the Santa Leticia in it.
The Santa Leticia
supposedly went down
with a fortune of gold on board.
He wanted me to provide a ship
and the labor to pull it up.
Offered to split the take
fifty-fifty.
I told him I wasn't interested.
You're an ardent
treasure hunter.
According to an interview,
you only operate your
commercial salvage business
to fund your expeditions.
So why would you turn down
the lead to a potential fortune
in gold?
Something happened
to this guy, right?
Is that why you're here?
You think I did it?
Travis Unger was murdered
the day after the
two of you met.
Maybe you wanted
Black Peter's logbook,
but you didn't want
to split the treasure.
So you killed Travis
and took the book.
I mean, you are accustomed
to looting the dead, after all.
No.
No, you-you got the wrong guy.
I didn't kill anyone.
Look, I turned him down
because I already knew
the location
of the Santa Leticia.
I first found out about
the Santa Leticia in 2013
when I was digging through
some old files in Seville.
It took me years,
but I finally found her.
Very next day, I applied
with the Admiralty Courts
for salvage title,
which they granted.
Over a year ago, long before
I ever met Travis Unger.
All right, well,
we're gonna have to verify this.
Feel free. I'll give you numbers
of some of my investors, too.
Investors?
The Santa Leticia is
in deep water, half a mile down.
That kind of salvage job
costs about a million dollars.
I had already sold 50%
of the treasure to my investors.
If I'd given him 50%,
I would've been left
with nothing.
And besides, there's a DVD
in the back of that file.
It shows video of us
when we finally made it
to the Santa Leticia
about two weeks ago.
It's proof that somebody else
ended up
with Black Peter's logbook.
Because when my crew
and I got down there,
that ship had been picked clean.
Based on the condition
of the wreck,
someone beat us to the gold
by days.
Weeks, at most.
So you think Travis Unger tried
to partner with someone else.
That person killed him,
took the book,
and got to the Santa Leticia
before you?
Yeah, you want to find
who killed Travis Unger?
I'd start by finding the people
who stole my treasure.
Thanks. That'll do the trick.
The National Weather Service
says they'll send us
the last two months
of satellite footage
covering the coordinates
Mr. Vestergaard gave us.
Should be easy
enough to spot a vessel
which anchored above
the Santa Leticia
long enough to loot her.
Keep me posted, would you?
Where are you going?
The respite I mentioned
last night?
It's over.
You know I don't like it
when you do this.
Nobody does.
What's up? What did I do?
Did I miss an appointment
or something?
I require information.
About?
A murder.
What are you talking about?
I know you killed Jameel Clark.
What I don't know is why.
I told you everything I know
about what happened to Jameel.
You told me everything
you wanted me to know.
You left out the bits about
shooting him in the back,
dropping the weapon
in a garbage can.
Believe it or not, I'm here
because I want to help you.
Do tell.
12 years ago,
you made a mistake.
Now obviously, you regret it.
Or you wouldn't have become an
informant for the department.
You wouldn't have devoted
yourself to dismantling SBK.
You're not the man you were.
That could not be more plain.
But the truth must out.
So tell me what happened
that night?
What drove you to
take Jameel's life?
I loved Jameel.
Like he was a brother.
So why did you shoot him
three times in the back?
You know what?
I think you should leave.
You have a relationship
with the police,
and with the district attorney.
You must realize that there's a
deal to be made if you confess.
There's nothing to confess.
So, if you don't mind...
You're making a mistake.
No, the mistake is yours.
I didn't kill anybody.
It's good luck you caught me.
I was planning to set sail
for Sardinia tomorrow morning.
So...
how can I help the NYPD?
Well, last month,
a sunken treasure ship
named the Santa Leticia
was looted,
and satellite photos
show your yacht,
the Sea Unicorn, anchored
at the coordinates
for well over a week.
We know you consider yourself
an amateur treasure hunter,
and that you maintain a
private collection of the things
that you've found over the
years at your home in Riyadh.
So tell us,
if we get a warrant
to search your ship,
are we gonna find the
Santa Leticia's gold on board?
Absolutely.
You don't deny
looting the treasure?
Not at all.
Would you like to see a sample?
Actually, that would
be very helpful.
I carry this one with me
for good luck.
It's the first one found by my
divers and very precious to me.
But you're more than welcome
to come to the ship to see
the rest of the treasure.
You don't happen to have
a logbook there written by a man
named Black Peter, do you?
It's with the rest
of the treasure.
You know Black Peter?
He is one
of my favorite pirates.
Mr. Al-Asmari,
that logbook was once
in the possession
of a man by the name
of Travis Unger.
He was looking for a partner
to help retrieve
the treasure. He was offering
a fifty-fifty split.
But he was murdered.
And now you're admitting
to having
his book and the treasure.
I'm sorry to hear
that this man is dead,
but I've never seen him before.
And I certainly
would not have killed him
to find the location
of Santa Leticia.
Why would I?
This is a million-dollar watch.
My shoes cost $5,000.
I have more money
than I know what to do with.
I don't need to steal
or kill to get what I want.
I'd have happily shared the
treasure with this Travis Unger.
He never approached me.
If you never met him, where did
you get Black Peter's logbook?
I bought it.
From?
I don't know.
I made the purchase
on the Dark Web.
The seller wished
to remain anonymous.
I paid 25,000 American dollars.
Travis Unger wanted 50% of
a treasure worth millions.
There's no way he sold
the logbook for $25,000.
You think I bought the logbook
from the man
who killed this man.
But the transaction was made
entirely via screen names
and encrypted e-mails.
Do you at least remember
his screen name?
Of course.
It was Kashgar.
Like the city on the Silk Road.
Mason?
Hey.
I take it the partially melted
statue of Coatlicue,
the Aztec earth goddess,
has something to do with
the hunt for a Dark Web dealer
who sold a pirate's logbook
to a Saudi billionaire?
His name is Kashgar, and
Joan is totally catfishing him.
Thanks.
I figure Kashgar either killed
Travis Unger himself
or knows the person who did.
So I came up with a plan
to identify him.
We bought that statue
from Kashgar.
Well, actually, not that statue.
That's a fake.
We bought a real one though.
It's in the basement.
I asked Mason
to use one
of the 3-D industrial printers
from his university
to make a copy.
Since when are you
at university?
Since I turned 15. Duh.
We melted one of the statue's
hands to try to convince Kashgar
that he sold us a fake
by accident.
See?
Why did you make a video?
'Cause we want Kashgar
to watch it.
Which, according to this,
he just did.
Mason embedded a Trojan
horse in the video.
By watching it, Kashgar
is giving us his IP address.
Got it. Now all I have to do is
match the address
to a name. And...
Bam.
John Neligan.
Excuse me.
“John Neligan.
“Criminal sale of a
controlled substance.
“Criminal possession
of a weapon.
Assault in the first degree.”
Hope! Grab me a beer, will ya?
Get on the ground! Now!
My daughter's back there.
I'm clean, man!
Dad?
This is a mistake, sweetheart.
I didn't do anything.
Mr. Neligan,
Detective Bell, NYPD.
Whatever tip you got,
it's bogus.
I didn't violate my parole.
You can search the house.
You won't find anything
that's not supposed to be here.
Look, we know you've been
trafficking in stolen goods,
Mr. Neligan,
including a valuable book
you sold to a Saudi businessman.
What?
Save it, okay?
We know you're Kashgar.
I don't know
what you're talkin' about.
Who the hell is Kashgar?
I am.
My dad didn't do anything.
It was me.
I'm Kashgar.
I came up with the whole Kashgar
thing a year and a half ago.
It was a way to make money
for college.
Well, ever since my dad
stopped dealing,
money's been tight.
Not that he gets why
I even want to go to MIT.
Do you understand
that the crimes
you committed are very serious?
Well, I wasn't selling drugs
or guns, like my dad used to.
It was just a bunch of antiques.
We're pretty sure a man
was murdered
over one of those antiques.
I told you, I don't know
anything about that.
We're fairly confident
that you didn't murder
the victim yourself.
He was run through with a sword.
And that takes a strong
and practiced arm.
I mean, your father
could have done it.
No. That's crazy.
He doesn't even own a sword.
I mean,
I don't think he owns a sword.
Maybe you should just tell us
how you came into possession
of Black Peter's logbook.
I never possessed it.
I was a middleman.
That's all I ever am.
People reach out to me online
for help
with Dark Web transactions,
usually because
they can't figure out
how to do it themselves.
But I never handle
the merchandise
or meet with the sellers.
So you just arrange the deals.
A couple of months ago,
this guy reached out to me.
He said that he was
a regular customer,
but I didn't recognize
his screen name.
That's not unusual.
The people that I deal with,
they change up their info
all the time.
He said he wanted my help
selling a book
that used to belong to a pirate.
So you put it on the market
for him.
No. Not exactly.
He didn't actually want me
to auction it.
He wanted me
to offer it directly
to a guy named Farhan Al-Asmari.
He said to set
the price at 25 thou.
Gave me the guy's private
e-mail address and everything.
He specifically wanted the book
sold to Al-Asmari?
Did you think that was odd?
No.
I get asked
to help sell something, I do it.
No questions.
The odd part was that he said
I could keep all the money.
Said it was a bonus for all the work
I'd done for him in the past.
He didn't end up making a penny.
I don't get it.
Someone kills Travis Unger
to get a pirate's logbook,
and the only people
it ends up helping
are a 14-year-old girl
and a Saudi billionaire.
And it doesn't look like
either one of them is our perp.
What if the point
wasn't to help anyone?
What if it was to harm?
Arranging for Hope Neligan
to pass Black Peter's logbook
to Al-Asmari
didn't just profit
those two parties...
It insured the utter failure
of a third, Lars Vestergaard.
His expedition to the Santa
Leticia was for nothing.
I mean, he didn't just miss out
on the treasure...
He cost his investors millions.
So what if the killer's
true goal was his ruination?
I don't know. That's a long way
to go to hurt a guy's business.
We'll talk to him again.
If there's someone out there
who hates him enough
to commit a murder
just to see him fail,
he probably knows
the person's name, right?
I admit, I had my issues
with Lars Vestergaard,
but I didn't do anything
that would've harmed him
or his business.
We know that,
over the past ten years,
you invested in a number
of his expeditions,
mostly to disappointing results.
We also know you broke his nose
at the Met three months ago.
During the first intermission
of Der Freischutz.
It's a real shame to have missed
the final two acts.
Mr. Jarman, you told
police that you were upset
over treasure hunting losses.
You clearly have a grudge
against the guy.
I had a grudge.
Past tense.
But the punch was the end of it.
The truth is,
I'm a different man today.
Right after the...
altercation, my firm made me
take a sabbatical
to work on my anger issues.
I spent the time off
building houses in Haiti.
It was life-changing.
I assume
you got my name from Lars.
Did he also tell you
about the pirates?
Pirates?
Lars likes to wine and dine his
investors on his salvage ship.
About a year ago,
I was on board late at night
when he was in port,
and these men in masks,
five or six of them,
came roaring up in speedboats.
They jumped on board
and started wrecking his gear.
By the time we got down to the
deck, they'd already sped away.
But they did thousands
of dollars worth of damage.
According to Lars,
it wasn't the first time.
He called them pirates?
No, I did.
Because they were flying
a pirate flag.
It had a skull and everything.
But instead
of the usual crossbones,
there were two scuba snorkels.
I don't know.
Maybe they're the people
you're trying to find.
So, what did Mr. Vestergaard
have to say this time?
He confirmed Jarman's story.
He said that he'd been attacked
on four occasions,
and that it's happened
to other salvage firms, as well.
None of them
reported the attacks
because they didn't want
to spook their investors.
So, what kind of pirates
have a bone to pick
with salvage operators?
He doesn't know.
Were you able to find out
where that flag came from?
is a small online shop,
and the owner doesn't sound
especially organized,
but she's promised
to let me know
when she's located
the buyer's name and address.
I found something upstairs
that I would like you
to explain.
So, if you don't mind...
You're making a mistake.
No, the mistake is yours.
I didn't kill anybody.
When were you planning
on telling me about this?
I wasn't, mostly because the
recording was my backup plan.
I thought that Shinwell
might see the wisdom
in turning himself in.
He did not.
You disapprove?
Of the timing, yeah.
He's worked for months
to embed himself in SBK.
An endeavor I cared more about
before I knew he was
a cold-blooded killer.
You think we should
look the other way?
SBK is a ruthless drug gang.
There is no doubt
they are the greater evil.
So why get a confession
out of Shinwell now?
Tell me, Watson,
what did you think would happen
when Shinwell
and Detective Guzman
finally bring
the hammer down on SBK?
Do you think he would buy a
little house here, settle down?
Or do you think
he would be whisked away
by Witness Security,
never to be seen again?
That's not what he wants. He
wants to be with his daughter.
That was never gonna happen.
Now that we know he killed
Jameel Clark, it shouldn't.
As a physician,
you pledge to do no harm,
but that's not always possible.
Cutting into a patient
does them harm.
Medicines have side effects,
sometimes terrible ones.
With chemotherapy, we actually
give cancer patients poison,
hoping that it'll kill
more malignant cells
than healthy ones.
So, he's the cure
to cancer now, is he?
He's not the cure.
A means to an end.
A necessary evil?
No, just a lesser one.
Several months ago,
I destroyed evidence
that would've violated
his parole.
It would've guaranteed
his return to prison,
so thanks to me,
a murderer now walks free.
So, if he kills again, it's
gonna be on my head, not yours.
The man belongs behind bars.
Speaking of murderers,
our seamstress has
the name of the person
who bought the pirate flag.
I don't know what to tell you.
I'm a marine archaeologist.
I study pirates.
Doesn't make me one.
A flag just like this
was commissioned by one of
your students, Isaac Sheridan.
He admitted to committing
several attacks
on treasure-hunting ships,
including one owned
by Lars Vestergaard.
According to
Isaac, you instructed him
and several other
students when to strike
and what equipment to damage
in order to cripple
those companies'
salvage capabilities.
People like Lars Vestergaard
desecrate important
archaeological sites
for their own profit.
Sabotaging their ships was
the only way to slow them down.
Until Travis Unger came along.
- Who?
- Travis Unger.
He used to work for the Public
Administrator's Office.
A couple of months ago,
he got his hands on a logbook
that contained the location
of a sunken treasure galleon.
And he approached Vestergaard
about salvaging the wreck.
Vestergaard turned him away
because he'd filed a claim
on the same ship
over a year ago.
You have the gear
and the know-how
to run the same
kind of operation.
So we think that
Unger came to you next
to try to strike
some kind of a deal.
You realized if you got to
the treasure before Vestergaard,
you'd be able to preserve
it and hurt his business.
Problem was, you couldn't
beat him to the wreck.
And you couldn't promise Unger
the 50% split that he demanded.
Academia is loathe to
authorize such expenditure
without tedious review.
So you killed Unger
and took the book.
What?
And then you arranged for it
to fall into the hands
of Farhan Al-Asmari.
He keeps his hauls intact
in his own private museum,
and according
to your own academic papers,
he's given you access
to his collection before.
Hold on.
Do I know Mr. Al-Asmari? Yes.
Did I take things
with my students too far?
No question.
But I'm telling you,
none of us killed anyone.
Professor...
No. I have a question now.
What is the name
of this sunken ship
that I supposedly killed over?
The Santa Leticia.
Well, I don't know where
you're getting your facts,
but there wasn't any treasure
on the Santa Leticia.
There was.
Mr. Al-Asmari pulled
up millions in gold.
He's pretty proud of it, too.
No, this is impossible.
I've read everything
that's ever been written
about the Santa Leticia,
including the records
in the Archives of the Indies
in Seville,
and there is not a document
in recorded history
that says it went down
with gold on it.
Black Peter would disagree
with you.
Black Peter?
The logbook you think I stole,
it was his?
You said Lars filed a claim
on the Santa Leticia
before the logbook surfaced.
Yeah, we verified it.
That doesn't make any sense.
He would've seen all the records
I saw in Spain.
Maybe he just had a hunch.
No, salvagers like him,
they don't work off hunches.
They need to know there's gold
on a ship like the Santa Leticia
or they'll have
their investors to answer to.
I've got to make
a call. Excuse me.
Yes, thank you.
So, we're not liking
the professor
for Travis Unger's murder.
Are you?
Everything she said
fairly reeked of the truth.
Is that why you left
to make a call?
I believe she was
also telling the truth
when she said Lars Vestergaard
had to have expected
to find nothing
when he mounted his expedition
to the Santa Leticia.
But that doesn't make any sense.
Why go to the bottom
of the ocean for nothing?
'Cause I think
in Vestergaard's case,
nothing would have been far more
valuable to him than gold.
Under the right circumstances,
a producer could make more money
with a flop than he could
with a hit.
He's quite good, isn't he?
I'm more of a Chocolate Factory
kind of guy.
Someone want to tell me
why you're showing me a movie?
Because you pulled off
the same kind of scheme,
only instead of a
musical about Nazis,
you convinced your investors
to pay for an expedition
to a ship that
you thought was empty.
Why the hell would I do that?
I asked myself the same question
when a marine archaeologist
insisted that you
couldn't have believed
there was treasure on board.
I wondered, maybe your intention
wasn't to plunder
the Santa Leticia,
but rather your
investors' pockets.
So I contacted one that
you'd worked with before,
Clarence Jarman.
He helped us track down
the people who
actually paid for you
to go to the Santa Leticia.
Turns out there
were a lot of them,
more than anyone knew.
Just like the
characters in the movie,
you oversold your shares
in the Santa Leticia's treasure.
You told us that you typically
sell 50% of your profits
to cover your expenses,
but on this expedition
you secretly sold
1,000% of what you might find,
raking in a total
of $15 million in sales.
Your investors
signed contracts that said
if the salvage effort was
a flop, they'd get nothing.
That meant that
after the real costs
of the expedition were covered,
you'd pocket almost
$14 million in profit
and no one would be the wiser.
Seemed pretty foolproof,
but then a few weeks
before you set sail,
Travis Unger showed up
with Black Peter's logbook.
Suddenly there was evidence
there really was gold
aboard the Santa Leticia.
If you got to the ship
and the treasure
was still there,
you would've owed your investors
ten times whatever it was worth.
Find ten million in gold,
for example,
and you would've had
to give them a hundred million.
You couldn't do that.
So you followed Unger
to his storage unit,
killed him and took the logbook.
Now, you still needed
to make the Santa Leticia's
gold disappear,
so you made sure the book
ended up in the hands
of Farhan Al-Asmari.
He got to the treasure
before you. Problem was solved.
All right.
I may have oversold some shares,
but I didn't kill anyone.
Perhaps you'll recognize this.
This is a still taken
from a documentary film
that you commissioned during one
of your earliest treasure hunts.
The weapon is a Spanish sword
called a navaja.
You recovered it from a
shipwreck in the Caribbean.
It's different
from a traditional sword
in that the blade folds,
making it easy to conceal.
So?
So Travis Unger
was killed with a sword.
We'd like you to produce yours
so we can compare it
to the victim's wounds.
I'm sorry.
I've lost it.
Actually, we think you did
quite deliberately.
Coast Guard says that according
to the transponder on your boat,
you took her out
the night of the murder.
You went a half mile outside the
harbor, then came right back.
Now, you're the sunken
treasure expert,
Mr. Vestergaard.
What do you think
our divers will find
when they go to that spot?
Watson, I just left my meeting.
I'm absolutely famished,
so, um, if you'd like me
to bring home
any food for you...
Did you think I wouldn't notice?
You the one taught me
how to coax a confession
out of a suspect.
Isolate. Surprise.
Build a rapport.
You didn't think I knew
what you were doing?
Shinwell...
No, you gonna listen to me now.
You want to know
who killed Jameel?
SBK killed Jameel.
Leadership cut a deal
with a rival gang,
and in exchange
for a cease-fire,
the gangs agreed
to work together
to raise the price of the drugs
they were pushing.
Jameel's death was a condition.
He had taken up
with the ex-girlfriend
of one of the other
gang's lieutenants.
So he had to go.
SBK asked a friend to do it...
but they lied.
They told his friend
that he was a traitor.
They tricked him.
You looking for someone
who killed one person.
SBK kills dozens
of people a year.
Their drugs ruin
thousands of lives,
but don't nobody care.
They don't get press.
They're not clever.
They're not fun.
They're just evil.
Are you done?
No.
There's something you need
to know before I go.
I'm-a take SBK down.
And anybody who get in my way...
gonna get hurt.
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