All language subtitles for NCIS.S17E17

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I got to run ♪

♪ Yeah... ♪

Dylan, don't make a mess.

Calm down. It's, like, four crumbs.

Four crumbs in my mom's car
that she doesn't know we took.

Um, hello?

Now... don't freak out.

I never freak out.

Jenn got into Harvard.

I'm freaked out.

My parents literally
built a wing at Dartmouth,

and I get waitlisted,

and she gets into Harvard.

It's Insta-official, babe.

What was that?

- Whoa!
- Oh, my God.

What just happened?

I think you killed Bambi.

One of us should go check.

All you.

Me? Doesn't Dartmouth like
socially responsible students?

Get your camera ready.

Prepare for Insta-woke.

We need more light.

I don't think that deer is a deer.

Synced & corrected by -robtor-
www.addic7ed.com

- Mm-hmm.
- Look, all I'm saying is

we all agreed to do this
on the next rainy day,

and I don't think you did it right.

Everyone's a critic.

There is a very particular way
you're supposed to decide

if you're gonna keep something.

Now, Marie Kondo says...

I know what she says.

She's says if you hold it in your hands

and it doesn't bring you joy, adios.

Are you trying to tell me how to Kondo?

No, but... Look, all I'm saying is
I don't have a lot of stuff.

And the stuff I have...

I like.

You are a pack rat.

Um, I don't even know what's
in this box, actually.

Delilah Kondo'd for me.

Made me promise not to open it.

It's my favorite shirt.

McGee, we're supposed
to donate this stuff to charity.

You can't donate that.

That's the opposite of charity.

This is my Atari 2600 joystick.

Oh, what's Delilah thinking?

I don't know, I mean, she understands

that you're not 11 years old? Or are you?

Are you kidding me?

This is Quelldorf.

Quelldorf, the leader of the Benhibity,

ruler of...

All right, it's an '80s
comic book character

that never really
found its footing, okay?

Hey. Morning.

Morning. Wow. Speaking of pack rat.

This is nothing.

I got five more loads in my truck.

Kasie is really gonna regret ever

volunteering to bring all
of our stuff to the V.A.

- You Kondo'd.
- You Kondo'd real hard.

I just followed the rules.

I mean, this stuff doesn't bring me joy.

And I no longer have room in my life

for things that don't bring me joy.

- And that's junk.
- This is not junk.

This is a warm, loving
memory in my childhood.

It's a ratty T-shirt with holes in it.

It's worthless.

No, it's not.

Old shirts make great shop rags.

Let's go. Got a body.

Life, you guys, is so fleeting.

These past couple of hours have
really changed me as a person, and...

All right, you can't film
a crime scene. Come on.

Not cool. I want to keep it 100
with my followers.

There's, like,
a lesson here somewhere, bro.

Yeah, there's a lot of lessons here.
The first one being

listen to a federal agent.

- when you drive.
- I didn't like the picture.

- Did you say crime scene?
- Yes.

Vehicular manslaughter is a crime.

And if there's negligence,
it's a felony crime.

And by "negligence" you mean...

Like driving with your eyes closed

or being on your cell phones.

So, do you mind
telling us what you were doing

before the accident?

a couple of credit cards,

what used to be receipts, and...

whatever this was.

Sorry I'm late.

Dr. Palmer had a seminar

on the lasting effects

of fentanyl that he didn't want to miss.

Who would?

So he asked me to fill in
at the last moment.

Well, well, well, well.

Huh. Who do we have here?

Petty Officer Third Class

Noah O'Donnell.

Would you please tell your agents

to stop asking me so many questions.

No.

He's acting like I committed
some sort of crime here.

You don't have to answer,
but he still gets to ask.

- He wants my cell phone.
- Yeah, we need to determine...

It was an accident, okay?

People have accidents.

You're all acting like I killed somebody.

Okay, what I mean is
I didn't mean to kill anyone.

As it turns out, you didn't.

Duck?

He was already dead
when he was hit by the vehicle.

As they say... Double-tap to the chest,

and...

one to the head.

He was murdered?

Nope.

Executed.

Petty Officer Noah O'Donnell.

Intelligence Specialist at Quantico.

Last seen at a local community center

where he also taught
self-defense classes.

He live on base?

No. He, uh, rents an apartment
with his younger sister Claire.

They live in a small town
called Fillmore.

Sister been notified?

We, uh... we can't find her,
and cell tower records say

that she turned her phone off
just before the murder.

You think that's interesting?

That was Noah's C.O.

He says some, uh, detective from
Fillmore came into his office

asking questions about Noah's death.

But get this. Before the detective left,

he told the C.O. to not tell anyone

- that Noah was dead.
- Got a name?

It wouldn't be Detective
John Fischer, by any chance?

Yup, that's it.

I was searching the petty officer's

family history, and I found this.

"Double Homicide Rocks a Small Town."

Noah's parents were
murdered ten years ago.

They had one suspect...

A homeless man,
history of mental illness.

And the lead detective on
this case was this Fischer guy.

Well, what's he doing poking around now?

Not what I was thinking.

Why does he want
to keep Noah's murder a secret?

That's what I was thinking.

McGee, you keep looking for the sister.

Torres, community center.

Detective Fischer,
Special Agents Bishop...

I know who you who are.

Feds who called my precinct
looking for me.

What do you want?

Petty Officer O'Donnell. Not your case.

Never said it was.

So... why were you talking to his C.O.?

I investigated what happened
to his folks back in the day.

Double homicide ten years ago.

- Mm-hmm.
- We heard.

Kids woke up
to find their parents shot dead

Do you think there's a connection

between Petty Officer O'Donnell's murder

and his parents' case?

Just heard Noah's name
on the radio this morning,

wanted to see if it was
the same kid I met a decade ago.

- That's it.
- Well, if that's it,

why tell Noah's C.O.
to keep the murder quiet?

'Cause unlike you D.C. bigwigs,

I care what happens in this town.

When Noah's parents were killed,

well, that kind of thing
doesn't happen around here.

The, uh, press

circled like vultures, and...

- then there was this podcast.
- Yeah.

The Fault in Fillmore.

That's when the weirdos showed up,

turned this place
into a three-ring circus.

If people find out there's another murder

in the same family, well, then, the, uh,

circus comes back to town, so, uh,

yeah, I wanted to keep it quiet.

Well... we done?

Petty Officer O'Donnell's
sister Claire...

- Do you know where we can find her?
- Claire?

- Here we go.
- Thanks.

...almost a decade ago.

- Wish I could help you.
- No, I don't think you do.

Want to help us, back off.
Let us do our jobs.

I'll tell you what.

You find the bullets...

I'll back off.

What the hell does that mean?

Hey, Jimmy, any chance

I'll be able to borrow
the keys to your car?

Or as I call it, the Dad Mobile.

- Any time.
- Thanks. You're a lifesaver.

Oh, thank you

for volunteering to take all
those donations down to the V.A.

Well, that was before
I knew Bishop was donating

the better part of her existence.

You sure your car will
be able to handle it?

Oh, I once fit Breena, Victoria,
a jogging stroller, luggage

and two mannequins in there
with room to spare.

I think you should have
plenty of wiggle room,

especially now that McGee has backed out.

Should I be more concerned
about McGee or the mannequins?

You know, I think he's just having
a little separation anxiety.

Which is a true shame,

because that vintage Atari joystick has

Kasie Hines written all over it.

Hey, maybe you could have
a little chat with him,

help him let it go?

It's too self-serving if I do it.

Jimmy, did you dig the bullets
out of the body yet?

Well, it's funny you should ask.

to find several bullet fragments
inside, right?

- But you didn't?
- Killer must've removed them.

- Probably using some sort of, uh...
- Really long tweezers.

Right again. And aren't you
putting the "special"

in "special agent" today.
How did you guess?

Well, Gibbs asked me to do dive deep

into Noah's parents'
murder case from ten years ago.

Does Gibbs think the
murders are connected?

Well, he will now.

I mean, both parents
were shot at close range,

execution style, and the bullets

were removed with long tweezers.

According to the police report here,

after finding their parents' body.

When police finally caught up with them,

they were out in the middle of the road,

exactly where we found Noah's body.

So, either there is a
copycat out there, or...

Or the killer's back.

Yeah.

I can't believe Noah's dead.

He was just with me last night,
punching the bag.

What time did he leave?

About 7:00. What happened?

That's what we're trying to find out.

How long did Noah work here?

About two years.

We all have other gigs.
We just teach part-time.

But Noah and I... We got pretty close.

I'm gonna need a list of all
the students and the staff.

Did Noah have any enemies?

No way. Everybody loved him.

But if you're looking for someone

who's trouble in his life,
I'd start with his sister.

- We've been looking for her.
- She's got issues.

- Always has.
- What kind of issues?

Well, can't hold a job, sleeps all day,

walks around the town at night.

Noah only moved in with her
to keep an eye on her.

But all that did was drag him down, too.

Huh. You know where we can find her?

- Like where she hangs?
- No clue.

I never met her, ever.

How do you know so much
about her... podcast?

I heard the stories,
just like everybody else in town.

You make her sound like
she's some kind of urban legend.

Around here, she is.

Little girl finds her parents dead,

then walks the streets at night
like some zombie?

Oh, did you try their place?

We're keeping an eye on their apartment.

No. The house where their
parents were murdered.

Well, the police said that place has been
abandoned for years.

You want to talk about legends?

One of them is that she has
lurked around that place

ever since her parents were killed.

How's that for creepy?

- Nine out of ten.
- Yeah.

It was bought and sold a few
times after the parents' murder,

but could never keep an owner.

I don't think that
"condemned" sign is kidding.

It's not.

Rain got in, rotted everything.

Yeah.

Ooh! You feel that?

A hundred eyes on the back of my neck.

Rule 35, Bishop.

Yeah. Uh.

Always watch the watchers.

You think we should talk
to the neighbors?

Not yet.

You worried about what
that detective said,

about people finding out

there's been another murder
in this family?

Well, I'm thinking, the less
everybody knows, the better.

Bishop, on my six.

"C.O."

As in Claire O'Donnell?

Yeah, I think this is Claire's.

And yeah, I think
she may have some issues.

You think?

What is this place?

Some kind of workroom.

For what?

Dollhouses?

I have never seen a dollhouse like this.

- Hey.
- Hmm?

I'm gonna go with...

murder-suicide.

Jack Sloane, you are correct!

And congratulations. You beat
Special Agent Torres' time

by... 15 seconds!

Oh, honey, I'm just warming up.

Don't let me interrupt you.

Hey. Care to take a stab?

- No one's gotten this one right.
- Hey, an idea.

How about some work?
We got a suspect to find.

- That's what we're doing.
- Totally working.

Really? You two look like

you're playing with dollhouses.

They're not dollhouses, Jethro.

They're modern-day nutshells.

- What the hell's a nutshell?
- I'm glad you asked.

Back in the 1940s,

there was a brilliant woman

by the name of Frances Glessner Lee.

Ah! Huge fan.

- A pioneer, really.
- Pioneer.

Yes. Perfect word to describe her.

Okay, great lady. Got it.

She created a series
of crime scene miniatures

which she called...

"The Nutshell Studies
of Unexplained Death."

They were used
to train homicide detectives

and forensic students
to analyze crime scenes.

Your suspect

is emulating Ms. Lee's work.

These reports are all from crime scenes

committed in the immediate
vicinity of Claire.

And these reports

became those nutshells.

These three are solved cases.

And Claire is using them

to sharpen her skills.

For what?

To construct the most personal
nutshell of all.

Ah, her parents' crime scene.

Indeed. This is the only unsolved

crime scene nutshell here.

Claire is using this

to find her parents' killer.

Tell me what I'm looking at.

The same thing that Claire saw
on Christmas morning

ten years ago. She could be a hobbyist

with a normal interest in true crime.

In that case, it would be only
natural that she would make

a nutshell of her own family tragedy,

maybe as a way of coping with it.

But we found
these in her workbench.

Jimmy said that they
are the same kind of tweezers

that were used to remove the
bullets from Noah's body.

The evidence suggests that
Claire killed her brother

in the same manner that
her parents were killed.

Why?

We can't speculate as to motive, Jethro.

You'll need to get that out of her.

- Yeah. Working on it.
- One more thing.

You-you see that logo?

I have an old friend
there that might know

where Claire is.

I was delighted to hear from Dr. Mallard.

I haven't seen my old friend
since our last community pool

high-diving competitions years ago.

Hmm. Please tell me you have pictures.

- I do. Would you like to see them?
- No.

Well...

Claire O'Donnell. You know her?

Yeah. She's the most recent member

of our miniatures group.

Why do you ask?

- We're trying to locate her.
- Well...

she'll show up. She always does.

Got a feeling she's more than
a recent member of your group.

I knew her parents.

They were good friends.

I kept an eye on both Claire and Noah

after their passing.

With the ten-year anniversary
of the murders

bearing down,

Claire started to spiral, so
I introduced her to the group.

I thought it would give her purpose.

How'd she go from dollhouses
to nutshells?

Nutshell. Uh, she came upon a book

about a woman who created

- miniature crime scenes.
- Oh, yeah. We're familiar.

Now, Noah's never needed much
guidance, but Claire... she...

she struggles with darkness.

Her parents used to tell her,
"Come into the light,"

but after their deaths, she, uh...

She was all but lost.

She is so fixated on her parents' murder.

Kind of don't blame her.
She needs closure.

Hmm. More than you know.

She believes that the killer isn't done
with her family, either.

Excuse me.

- Ugh. Gibbs, we have a problem.
- ...you guys,

- is so fleeting. These past
- Kid from the crime scene posted

- couple of hours have really changed me
- the footage he shot.

- As a person, and...
- All right, you can't film a crime scene.

- Come on.
- Not cool...

So much for keeping Petty
Officer O'Donnell's death quiet.

Yeah, Claire just went from prime suspect

to potential victim, and we're worried

all this publicity's
gonna scare her away.

If a killer's after her, maybe it's best

if she just stays away.

Speaking of which,
you got any new suspects?

Well, maybe. Look at this
social media post I just found.

It's from a neighbor across the street

from the old O'Donnell house.

That is Detective Fischer.

What is he doing at Claire's old place?

I don't know, but
Bishop's tracking him down now.

Oh, by the way, you can leave now.

- Excuse me?
- I know what

you're really doing here.
Kasie wants my box.

What? What?

No!

No.

No, I-I told her I just...

I was gonna help her to...

to organize... the donations.

Ah. Gotcha.

Well, if you're looking
to stage interventions,

I suggest that you start with Bishop.

Whoa. Nick wasn't kidding.

Yeah. I don't know
if that's spring cleaning

or a giant cry for help.

Ooh.

You know, I'm-I'm just gonna
start with this box over here.

- I...
- Oh. No. Hey!

It's understandable for Young
McGee to be a little sad.

But this is gonna bring a lot
of joy to someone else.

It's for charity...

Mature McGee.

I know.

Yet, you're still holding on to the box.

Uh-huh.

You've got bigger problems right now.

It's an active crime scene.

Here.

Boss, yeah, we got a problem here.

Back off. Keep an eye out for
Claire, get 'em off the lawn.

- Off the lawn! Off the lawn! Come on.
- Special Agent Gibbs.

NCIS. We need you off the lawn.

- We're allowed to be here, you know.
- Back up. Phone off.

This is the site of an
active investigation.

- Duh. Why else would we be here?
- Because you like

sick things that most people
don't even want to think about.

Oh, please.
Everyone rubbernecks

- a car accident.
- Phone down. Down.

It's a societal norm.

And don't you think a double homicide

is a buttload cooler
than a fender bender?

I think society should
mind their own business.

It's a homicide investigation, it's
not a photo op.

We're not here for photos.
We're here for Claire.

And when she comes tonight,

she'll be safe because we're all here.

Yeah, what makes you
think she's coming here?

She always returns to
the scene of the crime.

She came to this house
every single night for years

after her parents were killed.

And now, with her brother's murder...

It's only a matter of time
before she shows up.

That's right.

If Claire always returns
to the scene of the crime...

Then we're at the wrong crime scene.

- Boss?
- Guard the house!

It's him. It's him.

I have your gun. Noah.

Noah, I have your gun. I have your gun.

- I can end this.
- Claire?

- Don't come any closer.
- Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.

I just want to talk.

I said, don't come any closer!

I don't want to hurt you.

Lower your weapon.

Just leave me alone.

Your parents would not want this.

Oh, yeah?

How would you know what they would want?

They would want you to
come into the light.

Gibbs said he found her
on the side of the road

talking to her brother?

What, was she expecting him to talk back?

I don't know.

But imagine finding both your
parents murdered as a child.

She clearly hasn't recovered.

You know, I thank
my lucky stars every day

my kids were able to weather
the storm as well as they did

when we lost Jackie.

That wasn't luck, Leon.

They still had you,
and you're a hell of a dad.

Yeah, it's like every
day's a new failure.

So tell me, am I looking
at a victim or a suspect?

Well,
still trying to figure that out.

Torres is running down where Claire says

she's been the last couple days.

Apparently, all the places she went

with her parents when they were alive.

If you'll excuse me,
I got a sudden urge to call my kids.

Hey, speaking of urges,

I heard you've had a major urge to purge.

Oh, my God. Not you, too.

- I'm simplifying.
- Okay.

But while Nick does look nice in
your Oklahoma State sweatshirt,

we're simply wondering
if there's more to it than that.

Well, there isn't.

Know why you're here?

- Claire?
- You want to know

if I killed my brother?

Did you?

Yes.

You gonna tell me why?

Has anyone you loved ever been killed?

It's about you, not about me.

Why'd you kill your brother?

I couldn't stop thinking about
our parents' murder,

and I thought if I made
a nutshell about it,

I could... find peace.

I asked Noah to help me.

He'd do anything for me.

He actually... got more
into the nutshells than I did,

and started digging
into our parents' case.

And digging and... digging.

He must have found something.

Something someone didn't
want him to find.

You didn't kill your brother.

I might as well have.

I'm the one who asked him to
help me recreate their murders.

What did he find?

I don't know. He wouldn't tell me.

All I know is he's dead because of me.

Noah was definitely
looking into something.

I was finally able to
pull out some latent ink

on these papers
you found at the crime scene.

Well, looks like
an evidence custody document.

Well, Claire did say he was digging

- into their parents' murders.
- Well, digging for what?

- I mean, you were in Claire's workshop.
- Yes.

I'm still having nightmares.

She already had every bit

of evidence from her parents' case.

Well, maybe some went missing.

That creepy cop could've
made that happen, easy.

- Or weare missing something.
- Ah.

What are you wearing?

- Hmm? What?
- What are you wearing?

Oh. Bishop didn't want it anymore.

It's... so soft.

Plus, you know, I'm
a sucker for vintage T's.

Okay, you know that she once told me

that was her favorite shirt?

I'm telling you, something strange
is going on with this girl.

Yeah, tell me about it.

- That girl is weird as hell.
- What's she giving away now?

Oh, Bishop? No, this is not
Bishop. This is Claire's.

These are the old case files
for her parents' murder.

Uh, Gibbs wants us to go through them.

Whatever Petty Officer O'Donnell found,

he wants us to find it, too.

Oh, good luck. If you'll excuse.

Mass spec calls.

So, did Claire's alibi check out?

Oh, she had an alibi.

Girl's got her own hashtag.

WheresClaire.

Half a dozen people posted
sightings of her that night, but

she was nowhere near
Noah when he was killed.

Well, Claire may have an
alibi, but the tweezers

from her storage container don't.

I found traces of blood.
It's a match to Noah.

These could have definitely been used

to dig out his bullets postmortem.

Well, if Claire's not our killer, how
did they end up in her workshop?

- #FrameClaire?
- Can I vote for creepy cop?

Well, he did visit that property
when Noah was killed.

Wait, the creepy detective?

The one sitting in our
conference room now?

Wh... He's what?

Yeah, he came in about three minutes ago,

demanding to speak to Gibbs.

- Why are you holding Claire?!
- Why were you

at O'Donnell house
the night Noah was killed?

- Look, I don't answer to you.
- You know what?

You've been lying to me
from the minute I met you.

What were you doing at that house?

I was looking for Claire.

You know, I barely even remember
my own wedding day.

The day I met those kids...

Day I'll never forget.

Scared out of their mind,

wandering alone out there in the...

middle of that damn road.

- Which road?
- Same road where you found Noah's body.

That's where the cops
finally caught up with them.

They took off running as soon as
they found their parents dead.

Where have you been the last two days?

I've been looking for Noah's killer.

I owed that to Claire.

I failed her back then.

The look on that kid's face... It's...

something I'll never forget.

Look, I know they say it's just...

it's just one case, but, uh,

sometimes you pin it all
on one donkey, you know?

Why the games, Fischer?

- We're on the same team.
- Oh, the hell we are.

The only reason I didn't
solve her parents' murder

in the first place is because of you.

Oh. Me?

Yeah, or guys just like you.

Several years after Claire's
parents were killed,

I got a lead.

I uncovered some new DNA.

And all I needed to do was match it

against the one suspect
we had at the time.

Transient in the area.
Yeah, I read the case file.

The guy fit the profile...
History of mental illness,

multiple arrests.

He up and died.

- Exhume the body, pull his DNA.
- Yeah, well,

it's not that easy where I come from.

He was buried in a federal cemetery.

And some bigwig like you
was whining about budget cuts.

He didn't give a rat's ass about some

cold case in some...
small town he'd never heard of.

I'm gonna solve Noah's
case, with you or without.

Your... your agent said

that Noah was digging
around his parents' homicide.

We think he was doing more than digging.

We think he found something.

Talk to Claire.

Claire says she doesn't know.

You know, I've been keeping an eye on her

since she was a little kid.

I'm willing to bet
she knows more than she s...

she says she knows,
especially about her brother.

So, you...

you talk to Claire.

Wow.

These are so intricate.

I'd never be able to do
something this delicate.

I'm all thumbs.

Claire,

has anyone ever talked to
you about social phobia?

It's the fear of being
judged or analyzed publicly.

And who could blame you, right?

You're a legend, after all.

Hey. I know building these is cathartic.

I get it.

I know a guy who builds boats.

But it's not enough.

You think it will be fast?

What will be fast?

I don't want to wait
ten years to be murdered, too.

That's not gonna happen.

Claire, we're putting you
in protective custody

until we find your brother's killer.

Hey.

Um, she hasn't slept for days.

It's just setting in that her brother

is actually gone.

She just needs a little time to process.

Do we have time, Jack?

We've been spinning our
wheels on her parents' case.

If her brother

found something, we
need to know about it.

Okay. Just one bit of advice.

Try to connect with her first
before you, um,

act like you.

You got it.

Your woodwork...

is really good.

Good enough to solve?

Murder-suicide?

I heard you can do better than that.

Low-end appliances.

High-end shopping bags.

Stack of bills

On the kitchen table.

Financial dispute.

What else you got?

Kidnapping.

Entered through the window.

At that height...

Put her down!

...had to know it was unlocked.

Kidnapper knew the family.

Murder.

Probably blunt force.

Robbery

and arson.

The inscription on the back

reads plain, old electrical fire.

Inscription's wrong.

He thought so, too.

That's why Noah built it.

Wait.

Noah built this?

Great.

We've been looking into the wrong case.

Okay.

All right.

Thanks.

Okay. That was the clerk's office.

Gibbs was right.

Noah was not investigating
the murder of his parents.

He wanted the raw case notes
on this electrical fire.

- Why?
- That's a good question.

Just met with the fire inspector.

He said that he traced
the source of the fire

to an old fuse and bad wiring.

Even had very convincing photos.

Forget about the fire.

We're talking about
what happened before the fire.

Hmm.

Well, looks like the room was ransacked.

Victim must
have been incapacitated

before the fire.

Yeah.
Someone broke in and robbed the place.

And killed the homeowner

and started an electrical fire
to cover it up.

Why does it matter to Noah?

What do we have on the victim?

Louise Fitzgerald.

63. Recently widowed.

Worth millions. Neighbors say she
was quiet and kept to herself.

She sounds like the dream target.

She have any connections to Noah?

None that I could find.

Wait, did you say Louise?

Fitzgerald, yeah.

You know her?

No.

But Noah did.

She was in his martial arts class.

Okay. You ever find yourself
in this position,

it's real simple.

You take a step behind your
opponent, and you stand up.

- Oh, wow.
- Oh.

All right, pair up. Give it a try.

NCIS.

I thought I'd see you guys again.

- Oh, yeah?
- I heard you arrested Claire O'Donnell.

About time someone
got her off the streets.

Glad I could help.

You can help us out with something else.

We have, uh, a few questions
about a student of yours.

Louise Fitzgerald. You know her?

Sure. Had a lot of spunk
for someone her age.

Such a tragedy.

Love my older students.

Noah was pretty fond of Louise himself.

Yeah, she, uh, she sent meals
to him and Claire

after what happened to their parents.

- Sure does pay to have good neighbors.
- Mm-hmm.

How'd she die again?

An electrical fire. Yeah.

Oh.

Look at what your day job
just happens to be.

Electrician.

You see where we're going with this?

Stay down! Don't move.

What?

That was a lucky shot, okay?

Sure it was.

Well, either way, your luck
has definitely run out.

Well, actually, I'd say that

it ran out last year.

You want to tell us about this
bankruptcy filing we found?

I had a gambling problem.

I lost everything.

Not my finest moment.

But then, a few months later...

you were flush with cash.

Well, that's the thing about
gambling: you just need one good bet.

Or maybe one rich student
who has a very expensive

jewelry collection.

Louise Fitzgerald.
You robbed her and you murdered her.

Started an electrical fire
to cover your tracks.

Now, most people didn't bat an eye.

Except Noah wasn't most people.

He started making nutshells
with his sister.

He knew Louise,

decided he'd start with her case,

but some things didn't add up.

He asked his electrician buddy

how to stage an electrical fire.

But then his buddy...

- panicked.
- So his buddy

killed Noah, staged it

to look like his parents'
killers were still around.

Mm. That's as much as an
urban legend as it gets.

Look a little pale, there...

buddy.

Thank you.

For everything.

Thank you, Claire.

You and your brother helped solve a case

that no one even knew existed.

I don't know
what I'm gonna do without him.

Ah. You can start by calling this number.

She's expecting your call.

She can help.

Yeah. And then you can call me.

You have a real eye for forensics.
We should talk.

I think I'm done with the nutshells.

Though someone did offer me
ten grand last month

to build their daughter a dollhouse.

Ten grand?

Maybe I'm in the wrong business.

Oh, come now, Kasie, it's never too late

to start riding a new pony.

You know, these are extraordinary.

But, uh...

well, that's not why I'm here.

I took the liberty of calling in a favor.

Detective Fischer

now has approval to exhume
the one remaining suspect

in your parents' murder.

He never gave up on
your parents' case, Claire.

He-He's on the way to
the cemetery as we speak.

Course, we can't be sure
as to the outcome,

what it will produce.

Hopefully, it'll be the same justice

that you helped deliver for Noah.

Thank you.

Oh, hold up.

I, uh, I heard Claire and that
detective are having lunch.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, aren't you gonna ask me
about my donation, too?

They are just things
that I don't need anymore.

People evolve.

And...

I'm not the same person
I was when I first started.

Bishop...

...you got to evolve.

You can't erase it all.

Hang on to this.

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