|This page is a transcript for the Season Five episode Dead Man's Tale.|
Sherlock Holmes: Sorry.
Joan Watson: Why are you sorry?
Holmes: 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.
Watson: And you believe everything that Damon Clark told you? There's no possibility he was lying?
Holmes: 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.
Watson: 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.
Holmes: He was in fear for his life. He remains in fear for his life.
Watson: 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.
Holmes: 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.
Auctioneer: Unit 1056, Several dozen boxes, contents unknown. Bidding starts at $100.
Xavier: Why so aggressive? You got a tip?
Fred: Counter or don't, kid.
Auctioneer: 600. Do I hear 700?
Auctioneer: Got 700, now 800. Who's in for 800? 700 going once. 700 going twice...
Auctioneer: 1,000. Do we have 1,100?
Fred: Too rich for me.
Auctioneer: Going once, going twice. Sold to Xavier for 1,000.
Xavier: You want to stick around, see what you missed out on?
Fred: Come on. Waterford Crystal.
Xavier: Midnight Ranger number one.
Fred: You hit the jackpot, kid.
Xavier: Hey, check that cabinet, would you? Hey! You just bought that.
Fred: Yeah, well you just bought that.
Detective Bell: The guy who rented this unit stopped paying his bill a couple months ago. Now we know why.
Watson: We think that's him?
Bell: 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.
Holmes: So he's not just a mummy, he's a John Doe.
Bell: The body was stuffed into that cabinet. It's air-tight, which is why no one smelled him.
Holmes: I presume that you noticed the identical entry and exit wounds on his torso?
Bell: Yeah, like he was stabbed clean through with something.
Holmes: 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.
Bell: Yeah, well, whatever it was, he took it with him.
Holmes: 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.
Watson: So we're looking for someone with a lot of upper body strength.
Bell: 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.
Holmes: It's an upside if you're a thief.
Bell: Pretty sure this wasn't a robbery. According to the guys who found the body, the killer left a small fortune behind.
Holmes: 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.
Watson: There's a good chance at least some of the owners filed police reports, right?
Holmes: 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.
Bell: 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?
Holmes: Who better to steal from the dead than the person charged with sorting through their possessions?
Mr. Salas: That's Travis? W-What happened to him?
Bell: What happened is he was murdered.
Holmes: 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.
Watson: 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.
Bell: 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?
Salas: 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.
Bell: 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.
Salas: 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.
Holmes: Admitting that you were profiting from his exploits doesn't really make you any less of a suspect in his murder, so...
Salas: 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.
Salas: 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.
Bell: I'm gonna need the name of the cruise line. You can start writing now.
Salas: Sorry, it's just I remember when my boss called, I wasn't worried.
Watson: What does that mean?
Salas: 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.
Bell: You don't know what it was?
Salas: No. But I know it came from the home of the last heirless person we were assigned to. Uh, guy's name is Milton Barker. Whatever Travis didn't take would have gotten boxed up and sent to the warehouse.
Salas: 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.
Bell: Am I the only one keeping an eye out for the lost Ark of the Covenant?
Holmes: Nah, that's in a warehouse in Yemen.
Bell: I was joking.
Holmes: So was I.
Warehouse Manager: Crate 10997, last earthly possessions of Milton Barker.
Bell: Or at least the last earthly possessions that weren't stolen by Travis Unger.
Manager: Says here Mr. Barker was an insurance adjustor, died of a stroke, age 86, no known heirs.
Bell: So, how do you open this?
Manager: I don't.
Bell: So far, I'd say the only thing missing is a tie to go with this shirt. Is that an antique?
Holmes: 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. Hmm. Emerson Barker. No doubt an ancestor of Milton. Mmm.
Bell: You smell something?
Holmes: 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...
Bell: There's no old book in there.
Holmes: Mmm. 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.
Bell: Okay. But if he thought Emerson Barker's stuff was valuable, why not take it all? Why just the log?
Damon Clark: 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 uh, 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.
Detective Guzman: Found what?
Damon: The gun. The gun he used to kill Jameel.
Guzman: Only, instead of giving the gun to the authorities, you kept it. Why?
Damon: Because I needed a gun.
Guzman: To do what?
Damon: 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.
Watson: But you didn't.
Damon: I was ten. I, I thought I was gonna get another chance, but then, but then Shinwell got sent upstate and that was that.
Guzman: Until a few nights ago.
Damon: Yeah, I uh, 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.
Holmes: Damon Clark's story rang as true for you as it did for me. I'm sorry.
Watson: Pretty sure I'm the one who should be apologizing. I let a killer into our lives.
Holmes: It's not like I haven't exposed you to the occasional killer. What did Detective Guzman have to say?
Watson: Not much, actually. He doesn't think the D.A. is gonna want to pursue it.
Holmes: Hmm. Damon is an unreliable witness, at best. And Shinwell has proven himself to be a strong informant.
Watson: So now what?
Holmes: Now, we take a respite. There is a more recent murder demands our attention.
Watson: Oh, yeah, I got your text earlier. So you think that Unger stole an old book from a sea chest?
Holmes: Not a book, a captain's log. I initially thought the log to be that of Captain Emerson Barker, the chest's original owner.
Watson: Only it wasn't?
Holmes: 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.
Watson: So if you're right that Travis Unger stole something from Barker's chest, it had to have been some other kind of book.
Holmes: No. I remain convinced it was a captain's log. But you just said...
Holmes: 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.
Watson: These all look the same.
Holmes: 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.
Watson: You think he was making them up?
Holmes: Oh, 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.
Watson: Why would he do something like that?
Holmes: Shortly before you returned, I discovered that his missing weeks overlap with attacks on ships at sea, by a pirate named "Black Peter."
Watson: Wait a second. Are you saying that Emerson Barker was a pirate?
Holmes: 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.
Watson: Okay, say you're right. What does all this have to do with Travis Unger?
Holmes: A pirate captain is still a captain. Still needs to record weather conditions, latitude, longitude, profit shares.
Watson: He still needs to keep a log. So, you think that's the book that Travis Unger stole.
Holmes: 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.
Watson: Unger told his partner that he found something that was gonna make him rich.
Holmes: I'd say a treasure map fits the bill, wouldn't you?
Captain Gregson: Pirate treasure, in New York?
Holmes: 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.
Gregson: Oh, well, let's say this uh, Black Peter did bury some gold somewhere in the city. Don't you think someone would've found it by now?
Watson: We did some research, and we're pretty sure this is not about Black Peter's personal treasure.
Holmes: 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.
Bell: Right now, we're operating on the theory that the stolen logbook contains the location of that treasure.
Gregson: So what, we should put out a Finest Message for a giant "X" on a sidewalk? 50 paces from the old oak tree?
Watson: Actually, we don't think the treasure was buried. We think it might be underwater.
Bell: 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.
Watson: 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.
Gregson: The bar would be a good place to look for a partner.
Bell: 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.
Lars 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 onboard. 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.
Holmes: 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?
Vestergaard: Something happened to this guy, right? Is that why you're here? You think I did it?
Watson: Travis Unger was murdered the day after the two of you met.
Bell: Maybe you wanted Black Peter's logbook, but you didn't want to split the treasure. So you killed Travis and took the book.
Holmes: I mean, you are accustomed to looting the dead, after all.
Vestergaard: 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.
Vestergaard: 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.
Bell: All right, well, we're gonna have to verify this.
Vestergaard: Feel free. I'll give you numbers of some of my investors, too.
Vestergaard: 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.
Bell: 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?
Vestergaard: Yeah, you want to find who killed Travis Unger? I'd start by finding the people who stole my treasure.
Bell (phone): Thanks. That'll do the trick.
Bell: The National Weather Service says they'll send us the last two months of satellite footage covering the coordinates Mr. Vestergaard gave us.
Holmes: Should be easy enough to spot a vessel which anchored above the Santa Leticia long enough to loot her. Keep me posted, would you?
Watson: Where are you going?
Holmes: The respite I mentioned last night? It's over.
Shinwell Johnson: You know I don't like it when you do this.
Holmes: Nobody does.
Shinwell: What's up? What did I do? Did I miss an appointment or something?
Holmes: I require information.
Holmes: A murder.
Shinwell: What are you talking about?
Holmes: I know you killed Jameel Clark. What I don't know is why.
Shinwell: I told you everything I know about what happened to Jameel.
Holmes: 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.
Shinwell: Do tell.
Holmes: 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. Hmm? 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, hmm? What drove you to take Jameel's life?
Shinwell: I loved Jameel. Like he was a brother.
Holmes: So why did you shoot him three times in the back?
Shinwell: You know what? I think you should leave.
Holmes: 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.
Shinwell: There's nothing to confess. So, if you don't mind...
Holmes: You're making a mistake.
Shinwell: No, the mistake is yours. I didn't kill anybody.
Farhan Al-Asmari: It's good luck you caught me. I was planning to set sail for Sardinia tomorrow morning. So how can I help the NYPD?
Gregson: 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.
Watson: 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.
Gregson: So tell us, if we get a warrant to search your ship, are we gonna find the Santa Leticia's gold onboard?
Gregson: You don't deny looting the treasure?
Farhan: Not at all. Would you like to see a sample?
Watson: Actually, that would be very helpful.
Farhan: 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.
Watson: You don't happen to have a logbook there written by a man named Black Peter, do you?
Farhan: It's with the rest of the treasure. You know Black Peter? He is one of my favorite pirates.
Gregson: 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.
Gregson: But he was murdered. And now you're admitting to having his book and the treasure.
Farhan: 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.
Gregson: If you never met him, where did you get Black Peter's logbook?
Farhan: I bought it.
Farhan: I don't know. I made the purchase on the Dark Web. The seller wished to remain anonymous. I paid 25,000 American dollars.
Watson: Travis Unger wanted 50% of a treasure worth millions. There's no way he sold the logbook for $25,000.
Farhan: 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.
Watson: Do you at least remember his screen name?
Farhan: Of course. It was Kashgar. Like the city on the Silk Road.
Holmes: 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?
Mason: His name is Kashgar, and Joan is totally catfishing him. Thanks.
Watson: I figure Kashgar either killed Travis Unger himself or knows the person who did. So I came up with a plan to identify him.
Mason: 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.
Watson: I asked Mason to use one of the 3-D industrial printers from his university to make a copy.
Holmes: Since when are you at university?
Mason: Since I turned 15. Duh.
Watson: We melted one of the statue's hands to try to convince Kashgar that he sold us a fake by accident.
Holmes: Why did you make a video?
Mason: 'Cause we want Kashgar to watch it. Which, according to this, he just did.
Watson: Mason embedded a Trojan horse in the video. By watching it, Kashgar is giving us his IP address.
Mason: Got it. Now all I have to do is match the address to a name. And Bam.
Holmes: John Neligan. Excuse me.
Watson: "John Neligan. Criminal sale of a controlled substance. Criminal possession of a weapon. Assault in the first degree."
John Neligan: Hope! Grab me a beer, will ya?
ESU Leader: Get on the ground! Now!
John: My daughter's back there. I'm clean, man!
Hope Neligan: Dad?
John: This is a mistake, sweetheart. I didn't do anything.
Bell: Mr. Neligan, Detective Bell, NYPD.
John: 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.
Bell: Look, we know you've been trafficking in stolen goods, Mr. Neligan, including a valuable book you sold to a Saudi businessman.
Bell: Save it, okay? We know you're Kashgar.
John: I don't know what you're talkin' about. Who the hell is Kashgar?
Hope: I am. My Dad didn't do anything. It was me. I'm Kashgar.
Hope: 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.
Watson: Do you understand that the crimes you committed are very serious?
Hope: Well, I wasn't selling drugs or guns, like my Dad used to. It was just a bunch of antiques.
Bell: We're pretty sure a man was murdered over one of those antiques.
Hope: I told you, I don't know anything about that.
Holmes: 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.
Hope: No. That's crazy. He doesn't even own a sword. I mean, I don't think he owns a sword.
Bell: Maybe you should just tell us how you came into possession of Black Peter's logbook.
Hope: 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.
Watson: So you just arrange the deals.
Hope: 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.
Holmes: So you put it on the market for him.
Hope: 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.
Holmes: He specifically wanted the book sold to Al-Asmari? Did you think that was odd?
Hope: 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.
Bell: 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.
Holmes: 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?
Bell: I don't know. That's a long way to go to hurt a guy's business.
Watson: 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?
Clarence Jarman: I admit, I had my issues with Lars Vestergaard, but I didn't do anything that would've harmed him or his business.
Watson: We know that, over the past ten years, you invested in a number of his expeditions, mostly to disappointing results.
Bell: We also know you broke his nose at the Met three months ago.
Holmes: During the first intermission of Der Freischutz. It's a real shame to have missed the final two acts.
Bell: Mr. Jarman, you told police that you were upset over treasure hunting losses. You clearly have a grudge against the guy.
Jarman: 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?
Jarman: Lars likes to wine and dine his investors on his salvage ship. About a year ago, I was onboard 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.
Watson: He called them pirates?
Jarman: 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.
Holmes: So, what did Mr. Vestergaard have to say this time?
Watson: 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.
Holmes: So, what kind of pirates have a bone to pick with salvage operators?
Watson: He doesn't know. Uh, were you able to find out where that flag came from?
Holmes: I was. Unfortunately, uh, ISewYourCustomFlag.com 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.
Watson: I found something upstairs that I would like you to explain.
Shinwell (recording): So, if you don't mind...
Holmes (recording): You're making a mistake.
Shinwell (recording): No, the mistake is yours. I didn't kill anybody.
Watson: When were you planning on telling me about this?
Holmes: 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?
Watson: Of the timing, yeah. He's worked for months to embed himself in SBK.
Holmes: An endeavor I cared more about before I knew he was a cold-blooded killer. You think we should look the other way?
Watson: SBK is a ruthless drug gang.
Holmes: There is no doubt they are the greater evil.
Watson: So why get a confession out of Shinwell now?
Holmes: 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?
Watson: That's not what he wants. He wants to be with his daughter.
Holmes: That was never gonna happen. Now that we know he killed Jameel Clark, it shouldn't.
Watson: 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.
Holmes: So, he's the cure to cancer now, is he?
Watson: He's not the cure. A means to an end.
Holmes: A necessary evil?
Watson: No, just a lesser one.
Holmes: 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.
Marine Archaeologist: I don't know what to tell you. I'm a marine archaeologist. I study pirates. Doesn't make me one.
Watson: 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.
Holmes: 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.
Archaeologist: People like Lars Vestergaard desecrate important archaeological sites for their own profit. Sabotaging their ships was the only way to slow them down.
Watson: Until Travis Unger came along.
Bell: 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.
Watson: 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.
Holmes: 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.
Bell: So you killed Unger and took the book.
Bell: 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.
Archaeologist: 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.
Archaeologist: No. I have a question now. What is the name of this sunken ship that I supposedly killed over?
Bell: The Santa Leticia.
Archaeologist: Well, I don't know where you're getting your facts, but there wasn't any treasure on the Santa Leticia.
Watson: There was. Mr. Al-Asmari pulled up millions in gold. He's pretty proud of it, too.
Archaeologist: 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.
Holmes: Black Peter would disagree with you.
Archaeologist: 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.
Bell: Yeah, we verified it.
Archaeologist: Hmm, that doesn't make any sense. He would've seen all the records I saw in Spain.
Bell: Maybe he just had a hunch.
Archaeologist: 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.
Holmes: I've got to make a call. Excuse me.
Holmes (phone): Yes, thank you.
Bell: So, we're not liking the professor for Travis Unger's murder. Are you?
Holmes: Everything she said fairly reeked of the truth.
Watson: Is that why you left to make a call?
Holmes: 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.
Bell: But that doesn't make any sense. Why go to the bottom of the ocean for nothing?
Holmes: 'Cause I think in Vestergaard's case, nothing would have been far more valuable to him than gold.
Gene Wilder (video): Under the right circumstances, a producer could make more money with a flop than he could with a hit.
Holmes: He's quite good, isn't he?
Vestergaard: I'm more of a Chocolate Factory kind of guy. Someone want to tell me why you're showing me a movie?
Watson: 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.
Vestergaard: Why the hell would I do that?
Holmes: I asked myself the same question when a marine archaeologist insisted that you couldn't have believed there was treasure onboard. 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.
Watson: 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.
Holmes: 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.
Bell: 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.
Watson: 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.
Bell: 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.
Vestergaard: All right. I may have oversold some shares, but I didn't kill anyone.
Holmes: 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.
Bell: 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.
Vestergaard: I'm sorry. I've lost it.
Holmes: Actually, we think you did quite deliberately.
Bell: 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?
Holmes (phone): Watson, I just left my meeting. I'm absolutely famished, so, um, if you'd like me to bring home any food for you...
Shinwell: Did you think I wouldn't notice? You the one taught me how to coax a confession out of a suspect. Hmm? 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? Huh? 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.
Holmes: Are you done?
Shinwell: 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.