Forever

A toast.

The meek may inherit the earth,

but the brave will get the sea.

Well, we've had our differences,

but we've also just taken the haul of a lifetime.

Take a night, enjoy it.

But remember... Keep your mouths shut.

The most dangerous part of a treasure hunt

is after you find it.

Henry: Every person who has lived long enough

has something in their past that must be forgotten...

A moment when they've failed,

or when they simply went right instead of left,

and that simple choice changed their life for the worse,

so we cover it up and forget.

But deep down, we know it will come back to haunt us.

No!

Yes!

You look like a man whose ship has just come in.

The antique maps I bought have just arrived,

and I know a very interested collector.

Ah, John Thomson... Excellent find.

Thomson was one of the first cartographers

to favor accuracy and detail.

Over artistic flourish, yes, Henry, I know.

Well, did you also know that the Thomsons and the morgans...

Had a long-standing feud over a rocking chair,

which ended in a bloody duel.

Henry, I've been your son for almost 70 years.

I've heard all of your stories.

You're exaggerating.

Oh, really?

All right, you stump me. Let's choose a category.

Your notable deaths... Just name a year.

Hmm, very well.

1843.

A powder-keg explosion on a Hudson bay company ship.

Well, who could forget that?

1857.

Uh... avalanche. Uh, your second.

This time was the Klondike, I believe?

It's happened, hasn't it? I've become boring.

Boring? No, no, you're not boring.

You just need some new...

- Jo! - Hey.

Henry was just telling a story.

Oh, good. Anything exciting?

Apparently not.

Well, I have something that might float your boat.

Rick Rasmussen, sea captain and owner of Medford Maritime.

His specialty... finding and salvaging sunken vessels.

Let me guess... The harpoon killed him.

Yes, very good, detective.

You see this massive barb?

Double flue style... Dates back to the early 1830s.

We'll have to cut it out.

If we remove it, it'll damage the body.

Surprise, surprise.

Your partner knows all about antique harpoons.

Partner, huh?

I guess we are partners, aren't we?

- What? - Huh?

Look, I-I'll hold, you cut.

Like Starsky and Hutch, Riggs and Murtaugh.

"Lethal Weapon"?

You were right, Jo.

Rick Rasmussen died of exsanguination

caused by a harpoon to the chest

sometime between midnight and 1:00,

but there's more.

Subcutaneous hemorrhages,

diffused bleeding on the epicardial fat,

and bubbles in the blood vessels...

All point towards decompression sickness.

The bends?

In my opinion, Captain Rick Rasmussen

was recently at sea, most likely on a salvage.

Question is, what did he find?

Gold. They found gold.

Lucas, please.

Oh, come on.

I've been waiting all morning for that moment.

We found gold

wedged between the captain's lower back molars,

as if he'd bitten on a coin to test its purity.

Pure gold, 24-karat, unalloyed.

Lucas, please.

Sorry. Sorry.

Gold. Well, that's definitely motive for murder.

Now we just have to find it.

Medford Maritime's warehouse.

This is where Rick kept everything he salvaged.

Property manager said he last saw him here a few days ago.

He found all of this in the ocean?

There are an estimated 3 million shipwrecks in the ocean.

Each one an aquatic time capsule.

There.

There's the recent additions.

Oh, look at this. Silverware, China plates.

A lamp.

I wonder how long it's been since anyone's seen this.

Whoa. Are these shackles?

What kind of ship was this?

The Empress of Africa, a slave ship.

Henry, how could you possibly know that?

This is incredible. They found your ship.

Incredible, indeed. It makes no sense.

I assumed The Empress sank off the Caicos Islands,

but Rick discovered the wreck here,

1,000 miles north of where it was supposed to be.

But wait a minute. Wait a minute.

- H-how did it get there? - Oh, I don't know.

Henry, what is it?

I've thought about that night for two centuries...

Every moment, every detail.

I've heard about all of your deaths countless times

from syphilis to smallpox,

but getting this story out of you is like pulling teeth.

Now, what is it?

There's something you're not telling me.

This slave ship, the Empress of Africa...

Belonged to my family.

They tell me you speak English.

Uh-huh.

Can I trust you?

There is a key

that unlocks your chains and this door... one key.

I can get it to you.

Do you understand?

Tonight, unlock the others, then this door,

then make your way to the armory.

It's just down that passageway.

Do you understand?

Yes.

I vowed to put an end

to everything my father had ever built.

Freeing those slaves aboard the Empress

would have finished the job, but I failed.

I never made it back with the key.

No, no, no, Henry, you can't blame yourself for this.

300 people died, Abe.

Their blood is on my hands.

My immortality is not a condition, it's a curse.

A curse? Henry, you're a doctor.

You're a man of science. You don't believe in curses.

I believe that 99.9% of everything

can be explained scientifically.

There's no fate, no magic, no curses,

except for one... My own.

Now, wait, wait. Now, hold the phone.

You said it yourself.

You don't really know what happened.

How did the Empress get to the coast of New York, hmm?

What are you suggesting?

I'm suggesting that there's more to the story.

And it's time that you found out

what really happened to that ship.

Gold? What are we talking about here, pirates?

Well, it's modern salvage and recovery,

but the rules of the high seas are still the same...

Finder's keepers.

So, how much are we talking about here?

Ah, forget about it, boss. Could be in the millions.

We searched Rick's warehouse, but still no sign of the gold.

There's a memorial for him tonight down by the docks.

Apparently, it is the place to drink

if you're a treasure hunter.

Okay, guys. Go talk to some pirates.

Hey!

I know that, uh, personality-wise,

Rick fell somewhere between a barracuda and a great white.

But I want to thank y'all for coming to celebrate...

A real son of a bitch.

All: Hear, hear.

Excuse me, George Speece?

- I'm Detective Martinez. - Yeah?

You used to be Rick Rasmussen's partner.

Detective, everyone in this bar works salvage and recovery.

Most of what we find was stolen at one time or another.

I'm sorry. We don't talk to cops.

- Let me guess... He doesn't talk to cops. - Yeah.

Yeah, I got that from half the people in here.

Other half don't know anything. We're wasting our time, Jo.

Just because people aren't talking

doesn't mean we can't find out who was on that ship.

What do you see, Henry?

The young man sitting at the bar.

His hands, to be precise.

Those jellyfish stings

match exactly the ones we found on Rick's body.

He was on the ship.

Yeah, maybe, but that doesn't mean he killed...

- Henry? Wh... - Excuse me, sir.

We're investigating the murder of Captain Rick Rasmussen.

We wondered if we could ask you some questions.

Yeah, I'm sorry. I don't really know anything.

Oh, I do apologize. I didn't ask your name.