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Mrs. Shannon.
Please come in.

Mr. Wallace is playing
in the backyard.

Thank you.

Right this way, please.

Ahh!

Lives or dies?

Lives.

Well fought!

Ah!
Thanks for coming, Jenn.

Of course!

Would you
like some tea?

Sounds appropriate.

Tucker, tea, please,
for Jennifer and me.

Let me get out of my armor
and I'll meet you inside.

Okay.

Ahh! Good battle, gents.

There are injuries,
but nothing too major.

The swords are thick
and dull-edged.

We wear a lot of padding.

You guys just get together
and beat each other up?

We actually have a league.

Those guys are all on my team.

When we have a big competition,

40 knights can be fighting
all at once.

A ton of fun.

Could someone substitute
a real weapon at the last minute

if they wanted to kill someone?

Oh, no. The weapons
are all checked before.

And it wouldn't take long

to find the guy
with blood on his sword.

Oh.
It would make a great mystery.

I've heard about
you and mysteries.

Let me show you
why I asked you over.

Oh.

This way.

Right in through here.

You have so many lovely
historical pieces.

Thank you.

This...

Is 17th-century jacobean.

Nice floral motifs...

Silk inset cushion.

Oh, it's beautiful.

I'm looking for one
to complement this.

Doesn't have to be
an exact match.

That's not gonna be
an easy find.

If anybody can, you can.

Thank you.

And I'm assuming
you want it authentic,

and not a replica.

This one is a replica,

but don't tell anyone.

Oh!

The gauntlet is thrown
by sir Rick.

Oh!

Tell sir Rick
I accept.

Battle calls.

Keep an eye out for that chair.

Will do.

Thank you, Tucker.

Go get them, sir.

He's probably not coming back.

Do you want to...
Get outta here?

Yes, thank you.

This way.

Maybe I should go.

I skipped the last one.
I feel kinda guilty.

I love class reunions!

Well, the one
I went to,

I thought I was
at a big party

with all my classmates'
parents.

Turned out I was with
all my classmates!

People can change
a lot in 20 years.

Mm-hmm.

I'm probably not going.

Four years of
awkward adolescence

doesn't require
a lifetime commitment.

Well, keep
an open mind.

You might have fun.

Now, take a look
at this.

This is the kind of chair
we're looking for.

Okay.

Yeah.

Oh, hi.

Why didn't
you just call the plumber?

This is a piece of cake.

Back in college, you ran
for class president, right?

Yep, and I lost.

Why'd you lose?

'Cause the other guy
got more votes.

Could you pass me
the channel locks, please?

Thank you.

Was it horrible
that you lost?

No, I'm glad I lost.

That's day I met your mother.

Now watch this.

Number for the plumber
is on the fridge.

I did the work.

If I don't pass,

I lose eligibility
and I can't play.

I'll lose my scholarship.

Football is not
an actual concern of mine.

What is a concern

is that your paper
appears to have been copied

off the Internet.

Look.

Tell me what
you want me to do

and I'll do it.

I haven't made up my mind.

Don't... do this.

I'm telling you--

I'm sorry, are you
threatening me, Mr. Sanders?

When you...
Make up your mind,

you let me know.

I'll do whatever.

What is wrong with these guys?

They think,
because they catch a ball,

they don't have to do the work?

Well, not with me.

So, how are those mid-terms
coming along?

Good, they're almost done.

Excellent. I'm gonna need
those by Friday, okay?

Okay.

You know, I think
your dissertation

may be overbroad.

"The importance
of the medieval epoch

in the history
of humanity"?

I've been working on it
for three years.

Don't you think maybe--

why don't we grab
some dinner tonight

and, uh, you and I can
talk about it some more?

I can't tonight.
I... I have a-a thing.

"A thing"?

-Yeah.
-You sure?

I really don't think that
your wife would approve.

Well, for what
it's worth,

we're getting
divorced.

Okay, you're gonna
have to give me

a little more
credit than that.

It's not the most
original line,

I'll grant you that,

but it does happen
to be true.

Robert, I'm--
I'm so sorry.

I had no idea.

It happens.

So... dinner?

Sure.

And I don't think
my dissertation

is overbroad.

I think maybe
the title...

I was gonna cook dinner.

What inspired you
to get takeout?

We can't use the sink.

Why can't
we use the sink?

I'm replacing
the faucet,

so the water's
shut off.

Mm. Well, you know,

the plumber's number's
on the fridge.

Oh, yeah, thanks.

I saw a real
medieval battle today.

Really?

With, like, knights and armor
and everything?

-Mm-hmm.
-Where?

Oh, a client's house.

He stages battles
in his backyard.

That sounds so cool.

No.

No, what?

No, you can't join in.

Can I watch sometime?

Maybe.

Yeah.

I think Hannah wants
to run for class president.

Really? Wow!
That's great.

Do you remember
when you ran?

Yes, and I lost.

I remember
you sitting in the quad,

feeling sorry for yourself.

I wasn't really
that upset.

But then I saw this cute girl

walking across, and I thought,
if I look sad and forlorn,

she might walk over to me
and cheer me up.

Oh, is that what happened?

It's how I remember it.

That's funny, I haven't even
turned out the lights

and you're already dreaming.

That's a good one!

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Love you.

I love you, too.

All right, I was
a little sad and forlorn.

I know.

No books.

They're heavy

and they smell up
the store.

Oh, but some of these
could be treasures.

This is
an Agatha Christie.

Oh, okay, no books.

I'm gonna go upstairs.

I'll go downstairs.

Amazing, isn't it?

It's incredible.

I want to buy it,

but I have to check
something with someone first.

Could hold it for me?

I'll give you full asking.

At an estate sale,
cash is king.

It's first-come,
first-serve.

Okay.
Well, I'll be back.

Hey, Sharon. Great sale.

Thanks, Jenn.

I have a customer that might
be interested in this,

but $1,000
is a little steep,

especially for
a reproduction.

That's a great price.

I already have
someone who's interested.

Oh, you mean the buyer
that just left?

I have cash,
right here, right now,

$500.

$1,000. Worth every penny!

Well, I have to sell it
and make money, too.

Give me a better number.

Seven.

-Eight.
-Sold.

Super!

It's heavy.

Oh! Wow!

This mace
is impressive.

I'd like to have this
around the house

for self-defense.

I think pepper spray
might be easier.

So, where is the knight
going in the store?

Oh, he's not
going in the store.

I already have a buyer.

Hey! Yes, I got it.

I can bring it by today.

Perfect!

Dani, I'm gonna drop
you off at the store.

Are you having fun?

I am.

I think it works.

I think you're gonna
start a trend.

$1,500 is cheap!

Are you being fair
to yourself?

I could charge you
more, if you like.

It's okay, Bill.

I look forward
to your repeat business.

Well, the details are amazing!

Best I've ever seen
on a reproduction.

The patina is beautiful.

It's 100 years old.

How old would a real one be?

400 to 500 years.

Ooh.

Where are you gonna put him?

Right over here.

"Sir Rags-to-Riches,"
I'll call him.

Oh! I'm flattered.

Could you get that?

Mm-hmm.

If it's Jeremy?

Busy.

I need to see Emma.

She's working on
her dissertation, Jeremy.

Would you just
get her for a moment, please?

-Look, she's busy and--
-I got it, Meg.

Can I come in?

I really
need to work.

Emma, please.

We broke up, right?

-I know.
-And we said--

...that we were going to give
each other some space.

I can't stop thinking
that it was a mistake.

I'm sorry, okay?

About all of it--
the anger, the possessiveness.

I get it now.

Let's give us
another chance.

I really need to focus
on my dissertation.

You know that, and I have
orals coming up and...

I just don't want to be
in a relationship right now.

Really?

Is that why you're
seeing professor McNary?

What?
What are you talking about?

I've seen you together.

We work together!

At dinner?

You need to go.

You're seeing him, aren't you?

I'm not seeing anybody!

And if I was, it wouldn't be
any of your business!

Now go.

Ahh. What do you think?

Very nice.

Sandy and Terry!

Wow! Well, welcome
to Rags to Riches. Gosh!

It's been quite a while.

Yes, it's good
to see you, Dani.

And you're right.
It has been quite a while.

We were just
out shopping

and we drove
by the store.

Sandi said,

"isn't that
where Dani works?"

This is... cute!

I've never been in.

Well, if you like old,
we're the place.

Mm. I can see that.

Anyway, are you coming
to the class reunion?

Oh, yeah,
I'm gonna try and make it.

Oh, well, we'd love
to see you there.

Well, we better run!

Okay, well, bye, girls.

-Bye!
-Bye!

See? That's why I don't want
to go to these things!

But you just said
you were going.

Oh, no, no. I just
said that to them.

I can't possibly go.

The whole experience just
came flooding back to me.

Is that the chair?

Yeah, it is.

Well, where
did you find it?

Stafford antiques.
It's pretty good, huh?

It's perfect.

Okay. I did it.

I'm officially running for
senior class president,

and I want
your sage advice.

Oh, that's great!

It'll give me a chance
to redeem myself.

You think you can win?

I don't know.

Well, rumor is that
Tootie Trayner might run.

And?

And she's popular,
she's beautiful,

talented and...

Very determined.

That's not a problem,

'cause you're popular,
beautiful, talented,

and very
determined, too.

I love you, dad.

But it's still
gonna be tough.

So what do you suggest?

Hello.

Welcome to Rags to Riches.

Can I help you with anything?

Actually, yes.

I'm professor Robert McNary.

I teach medieval studies.

A friend of mine
saw a suit of armor for sale.

She placed
a hold on it,

I rushed over,
and it was gone.

The woman said
I should talk with you.

We did buy it.

Well, even though
it's a reproduction,

it will make
a wonderful teaching tool.

Now, I can pay you $3,000...

It's already been sold.

Never even made it
to the store.

Ah, that's disappointing.

Could you tell me who bought it?

Well, I can't do that.

That would violate
customer confidentiality.

Of course.

I understand.

Could you call

and perhaps ask if--

for educational purposes--

they might be willing
to sell it?

Yes. That I can do.

Oh. Hi, it's Jenn.

I have a customer
here in the store

who's interested in buying
your suit of armor.

Are you sure?
It's for quite a bit more.

Okay, thank you.

That was the buyer.

He is not interested
in selling at any price,

I'm sorry.

I see.

Well, I guess this is the one
that got away.

Thank you for your help.

You're welcome.

Oh... $3,000.

Wow.

I have an announcement.

I'm officially running
for senior class president,

and dad's gonna help.

Oh, honey,
that's great.

You ran for class office,
right, dad?

Yes, he did,

and if he hadn't,
you might not be here now.

It's a long story, son,
but, yes, I did.

What about a slogan?

Oh, how about this?

"Vote for Hannah.
She's the one.

Give her your votes,
she'll get things done."

Mm...

Okay, what do you guys have?

How about, um...

"Don't monkey around...

Vote Hannah banana
for president."

Definite "no."

Dad...

What was your slogan
when you ran?

"Jason's the best,
forget the rest."

Ah, catchy.

I think we need
to keep looking.

It got your mom.

Hey, Dani.

Hey!

Well, there's a garage sale
in Montclair this Friday.

You on?

Yeah. Friday works.

Dani, did you open this file?

No, I just got here.

Um, Bill Wallace
called, and he said

this morning would be good
to bring over that chair.

Oh, great!
Will you help me?

Yeah.

So you know
the salt-and-pepper set?

Yeah, the Wilton?

Yeah. Sold it.
Online sale.

See? That is the future
of our business.

No more rent,

just put it
on the website.

They look great together.

Exactly what
I had in mind.

Date or no date?

-No date.
-Most don't.

Still, wonderful.

Oh, you got him up!

Your knight looks great.

Doesn't he?

I'm the envy
of my fight club.

Everybody wants one.

Hard to find.

Mm. Wish I could've
tried him on,

but it just didn't fit.

But it fit Tucker!

Very handsome, Tucker!

Thank you, ma'am.

-Well done, Tucker.
-Nice shots, sir.

Thank you, Tucker.

Well...

Identifying the victim
wasn't that difficult.

Still had his wallet.

Robert McNary.

Professor of medieval history
at Capay College.

Do any of you know him?

I do.

What? I mean...

Sort of.

He came into the shop.

He wanted to buy
the suit of armor.

He wanted to know
the buyer's information.

I wouldn't give it to him.

So how did he get it?

Well...

When I was on
the phone with Bill,

McNary was standing
right there.

He must have seen me take
the number from the receipt.

So are you saying

that he wanted
the armor so badly,

that he broke into your shop,
got the address,

and came here
to steal it?

That had to be what happened.

And there are about
eight members to your team?

Yes, but
you're not thinking

any of them
might be involved?

You're part of a group

whose idea of a good time

is to beat on each other
with swords, axes, and maces.

You do use maces
in these mock battles, right?

Yes, sometimes.

I'll definitely be
looking into it.

I'll give you
their names and numbers.

Okay.

How much is that armor worth?

Well, supposedly,
it's a reproduction,

so around $1,500.

Yet, he breaks into your store
and then into this house,

for a suit of armor
you can buy on the Internet?

Actually, not.

This suit
is exquisitely detailed.

It could pass for a real one.

Well, how much
would it be worth?

If you could find one?

Somewhere between $50,000
and $100,000.

Okay,
well, there's the motive.

He obviously thought
it was the real thing.

So, who's our killer,
and why did he leave the armor?

Sir, looks as if
a crowbar or something

was used to pry
open the window.

This house doesn't
have an alarm?

It does, we just
don't use it.

Why?

Too many false alarms.

I feel confident enough

to deal with an intruder.

The medical examiner
puts the time of death

at around 3:00 A.M.

Where were you two
at that time?

I was home. Asleep.

I wasn't.

And where were you?

My night off.
I was at my girlfriend's.

Do you find it
a bit odd

someone breaks into your house
and a murder takes place,

and you sleep through
the whole thing?

Not really.

My bedroom door
is made of solid oak.

It's quiet as a tomb in there.

You were right.

Nothing's been taken,
nothing's been touched,

but the back window was jimmied.

I didn't touch a thing.

That where you got
the phone number for Wallace?

Yes. I noticed

it was slightly open
when I got here this morning.

What is it about people
and alarms?

I know you have one.

So...?

It's been broken
for a while.

We have the sticker.

Yeah, we have a sticker!

But we're gonna get it fixed.

Forensics is
coming over here

after they finish
with the Wallace house.

Let's grab a bite.
We need to talk.

I need to question you
as part of my investigation.

You mean, like,
"formal" questioning?

Here, in the diner?

Well, if you prefer,
we can go down to the station.

Oh, you're serious,
aren't you?

Mm.

When did you first see
this suit of armor?

Last weekend
at an estate sale.

Sharon Thompson runs it.

There was
a young woman there--

Name?

I don't know.

She wanted to buy the armor,

but needed to check
with someone first.

She left,
I bought it.

I knew that Bill Wallace
would be interested.

And when did professor McNary
come into the store?

That was yesterday.

He must have asked Sharon
who bought the armor.

My guess is

McNary is who the woman
had to speak with before buying.

So, you had never seen McNary
before he came in your store?

No.

And where were you
last night at 3:00 A.M.?

Really?

Just answer
the question, please.

I was home, in bed,
with my husband, Jason.

That's j-a-s--

Yes, I know
how to spell "Jason".

Thank you very much,
Mrs. Shannon.

Okay, end of interview.

Let's eat.

I can't believe it.
I-It doesn't even feel real.

We're all devastated.

The entire department's
just in shock.

I can't imagine how
this must be for you.

Thank you.

I'm not really sure
what to do now.

That's one of the things
I need to talk to you about.

I need someone

to take over professor McNary's
two intro classes.

Would you be interested
in finishing the semester

as an instructor
instead of a T.A.?

-Uh--
-I understand--

...this is a lot to handle
right now.

If you think that I can do it,
then I will.

I know you can do it,

professor McNary
spoke very highly of you.

I hate to even mention this,
but...

What happens with my own work?

Professor McNary
was my dissertation advisor

and I'm almost done.

I will be your new advisor

and chairing
the orals committee.

So, don't let this derail you,
you'll be fine.

Thank you.

Hey, hon'.

Hey!

How was your day?

Something interesting
happened today.

There was this suit of armor

and this college professor
wanted to buy it

and...

...he ended up

murdered...

In the suit of armor.

Well, that's
sort of what happened.

I know.
I spoke with Frank.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

And that-that
has me concerned.

I mean, am I becoming
too callous?

What do you think?

I don't know. Here I am,
looking at this dead body,

and all I could think of is,

"who killed him? Why?"

"And why put him
in the suit of armor?

And why not take
the suit of armor?"

You saw it as a mystery
that needed to be solved.

Exactly.

I don't think
that's being callous,

I think you're looking for
justice for the victim.

I'm gonna go with that.

So...
How'd he die?

Mace.

You can die from
being sprayed by mace?

No. He was hit by a mace.

Yeah, that'll do it.

So good, what is it?

Well, it started off as stroganoff.

But now it's not so stroganoff.

You know I could
take you to the dinner

to the place they have the knife ---

Funny.

Tell Logan dinner will
be ready in 30 minutes.

All right.

This is hilarious!

The clothes
you guys wore!

We thought
we looked pretty good.

But the hair...
The hair's priceless.

Okay.

You wanna know a secret?

What's that?

The way you look now--

the clothes, the hair,
everything--

one day, will be
the funniest thing in the world.

Guaranteed.

It'll never be like that.

Well...

So, are you going to go?

Maybe the next one.

Whether this is 100
or 500 years old...

It's magnificent!

Patina is gorgeous!

Some of the leather straps
are not original.

That's expected, though.

Edges are finished
correctly to period.

This armor

is correct to the 15th century.

I'd date it around 1480--

Italian, Milanese design.

This is an exceptional
and extraordinary piece.

What is the estimated value?

At auction,

I would expect
this could bring

close to $100,000.

He said it's not a reproduction.

That armor is 500 years old

and could be worth
up to $100,000.

That changes everything.

The young woman
at the estate sale

must have guessed
that it was real

and took the pictures
to McNary.

He's a college professor,
right?

He doesn't break into houses
and steal things,

even for a hundred grand.

And if the suit is so valuable,
why leave it behind?

And who was
with McNary that night?

It had to be the killer.

Really?

Are you sure McNary
didn't go there alone?

Well,
that would mean

the killer
was already there.

So, then you're talking
about Wallace or Tucker.

Tucker had the night off,

and why wouldn't Wallace
just call the police

and say he was attacked
by an intruder?

I have no idea.

But what I do know
is he's now $100,000 richer.

I was thinking about
going out to the college,

you know,
talk to some people.

If you sense anything dangerous
or suspicious,

you don't push it.

Let me know.
I'll push it.

All right. I gotta go.

Looks like McNary's wife
is back in town.

I've got my slogan.
What do you think?

"Vote for Hannah.

"Eat well, be well.

Students for healthy choice."

Go on.

We've got
a student garden.

It's all organic,

but the school won't let us
provide fresh vegetables

to the campus cafeterias.

Why not?

They say
there's liability issues,

but other schools are doing it.

Okay, well,
that's a great start.

You have a clear campaign issue.

Right.

So... what did you learn
during your campaign?

Be yourself.

Don't make a promise
you can't keep.

Introduce yourself
to students you don't know,

and ask for their vote.

Just be bold?

Yeah.

"Hi, I'm Hannah,
running for class president.

Can I count on your vote?"

You convert one voter,
they'll convert three.

You tried this when you ran?

No, the guy who won did.

So, what do you think?

Yes, very creative Logan.

It's a start, but let's drop the faces.

OK, back to the drawing board then.

You're the best.

Hi.

My name is Jennifer Shannon.

Hi. Emma Mitchell.

Well...

Did you work
with professor McNary?

Yes. I was his
teaching assistant.

I'm sorry about what happened.

It's horrible.

Are-- are you
a friend of his?

Oh, uh, may I?

Of course.

I only recently met him.

Did I see you
at the estate sale?

The one
with the suit of armor?

Yes! Yes. I was taking pictures
to show professor McNary.

It was the best reproduction
I've ever seen.

Do you have any idea

why he would
break into someone's house

to steal something,
especially a reproduction?

No.

Do you know of anyone

who might have wanted
to harm him?

No.

N-Not really.

There was a student who was
angry about a grade.

But you don't
kill someone over that.

Why are you
so interested in this?

I bought the suit of armor

and I own the store
where professor McNary came.

Guess I just
feel connected somehow.

This must
be so hard.

How are you doing?

I'm not great.

Uh...

We worked very closely together.
He was my dissertation advisor.

So...

I got lunch.

This is my boyfriend, Jeremy.

Uh, this is
Jennifer Shannon,

she bought the armor
at the estate sale.

Oh. It's nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

This is all...

I think there's more
to this story

than we've been told.

I think you're right.

Why would the professor
risk his academic career

by being a thief?

Maybe he'd want a book,
but a suit of armor?

Not Robert.

And breaking
into a house?

No!

I need to ask you
a few questions.

These are routine for
any spouse of a murder victim.

I understand.

For the record--

where were you the night
of Monday, April 7th?

In Seattle.
With my sister's family.

Do you know

of anyone who wanted
to harm your husband?

Other than me?

Students he flunked?

Women he had affairs with?

You care
to expand on that?

Don't get me wrong.
You said "harm," not kill.

Students could
get very upset

about their grades.

Hmm. Are there any students
in particular

who had an animosity towards
professor McNary?

I wouldn't know by name.

You mentioned yourself.

Oh... I was being facetious.

I'm sorry, terribly sorry,
that this happened to him.

I filed for divorce
three weeks ago.

It's been bad
for the last few years.

He was unfaithful
on more than one occasion.

Do you know with who?

Not recently, no.

But he loved
being a professor

and the adulation
of the female students.

And how are you doing
financially?

We have debts.

My husband may have been
a respected teacher,

but he was a horrible investor.

The divorce would've
made things worse.

My sister's husband
is an attorney,

so my legal fees are free.

His are not.

So is there anything
you can think of

that can help us
with this investigation?

Absolutely nothing.

My husband,
a respected medieval scholar,

gets murdered
while robbing a house?

What could I add?

Thank you.

Dani?

Layla!

Oh, my goodness!
How are you?

Good!

Good.

So, are you going
to the reunion?

Oh... probably not.

Yeah, you couldn't pay me.

I mean, you know,

the people I want to see,
I can see them anyway.

That's my feeling.

Huh. You know,
some of the "art kids"

are getting together for
sort of an alternate reunion.

An anti-reunion reunion?

Exactly.

Hmm. Where are
you having it?

We have a private room
at the golden dragon.

You know,
you should come.

That actually
sounds like fun.

Great! I hope
to see you there. Bye.

Bye, Layla.

Any updates
on the murder?

I asked detective Lynwood
the same thing.

All he says

is that the investigation
is still ongoing.

When do you think
I'll get my mace back?

Could be a while.
It's evidence.

Uh, here's what
I wanted to show you.

This blade has been taken
off the wall and put back.

How do you know?

The blade has a decorative
scroll on the one side.

That's the side I display.

It's now facing the wall.

On the night
McNary was killed,

somebody removed the sword.

How do you know
it was that night?

Why not the month before?

Tell her.

Knowing the suit
of armor was arriving,

Mr. Wallace had me
take photos of the room.

We like to document

the evolution
of the display

as well as for
insurance, of course.

This sword was moved
on the night of the break-in.

Has anyone touched that sword?

No one.

Then there might be
a fingerprint.

Frank?

No prints on
the mace handle?

Oh, it's not
a smooth surface,

so either
the killer used gloves

or wiped the armor down.

There's no prints there.

Okay, I think
I got it.

Take a look.

We got three distinct
latent prints on the sword.

Let me guess.

Bill Wallace,
the homeowner,

Daniel Tucker,
his Butler,

and the recently
deceased Robert McNary.

Correct.

Are Wallace and Tucker suspects?

Everyone's a suspect.

That makes it simple.
Case closed.

How's that?

The butler did it.

Bye, Sam.

That's funny!
"The butler did it."

I like him!

So, what do we know?

McNary broke
into the house

with intentions of
stealing the armor.

You assume
that intention.

We just know he broke
into the house.

What else?

We know he removed
the sword.

Yeah, but
we don't know why.

Or who put it back.

You said
McNary's wife thought

there was a student
with a grudge, right?

I'm going through
the school records,

seeing if anything jumps out.

I wish Sam hadn't said that.

-Said what?
- That the butler did it.

I'd never hear
the end of it.

Right.

Right.

Can't believe this.

Prof. McNary.

What a loss.

It is a loss.

I agree.

You're, uh, teaching
the class now,

so, what happens
to my grade

is up to you, right?

Yeah, that's true.

All I want
is a chance.

I've been reading.

Middle ages are
actually kinda cool,

with knights and chivalry
and battles everywhere.

The fighting is not all
that different from football,

except we don't
have weapons,

but we have
the chaos of battle.

I like it.

Okay, listen.

I don't want to be played
or taken advantage of,

because this is
my first time teaching.

Be honest with me.

You weren't upset
about McNary's death, were you?

He tried to ruin my life.

The guy had it
out for me.

Okay, I want you to write me
a paper for extra credit.

What on?

Dr. Tramell.

Jennifer!

I brought cookies.

Mm... cookies!

Now...

Let me ask you this.

Why was sir Lancelot
always tired?

Oh, no.

He worked the knight shift.

Ah! Okay, well,
now that we got that over with,

I assume McNary's
cause of death

was trauma to the head?

Yes. My first mace murder,
and a very effective weapon.

Is there anything else

that might have
contributed to his death?

Possibly.

The blow from the mace
came from behind.

However, he did have
an injury to the jaw

which occurred
shortly before his death,

an injury consistent
with a blow from a fist.

Are you saying

that someone hit him
in the face

and then someone else hit him
from behind with the mace?

No, I'm saying
there was a round bruise,

like that from a fist.

He could have fallen
face-forward

and then injured his jaw
as he hit the floor,

but it's doubtful the contusion
would be so nicely spherical.

Can you tell
if the person who swung the mace

was right- or left-handed?

And what about height?

I think it was a downward blow,

which doesn't indicate
left or right.

And as to height,

the extension of the arm
makes an estimation impossible.

So, if the blow to the face
came from the front,

and the mace blow from the back,

could there have been
two attackers?

Maybe...

But he may have lived
for a couple of minutes

after the mace blow.

A single killer
could have struck him

with a fist
after the mace.

Right.

My first customer

wearing a suit of armor.

Ahh... may he rust in peace.

Oh, dear.

Thank you.

Whoa...

Look at this.

What?

I got an email from a guy
I went to high school with.

I had a big crush on him.

Ooh...

He wants to know
if I'm going to the reunion.

But you're not
going, right?

Well, that's not
written in stone.

Chris Stoddard.

Chris Stoddard.

He is cute.

He played guitar.

Wrote songs.
Even wrote poetry.

Did you date him?

I wanted to,
but he always had a girlfriend.

Mm. Well, what's
he up to now?

You know, I don't know.

I guess I could
go to the reunion

and find out.

Mm-hmm!

Hi, Hannah.

Hi, Tootie.

Welcome.

Anything I can
help you with?

Actually, yes.

I hear you're running
for class president.

I am.

That's great.

I am, too. I've already got
the Greek council's endorsement,

and a ton of other support.

I've heard.

But I had a thought.

Tell me.

If you were
to pull out

and endorse me,

I would fully support you

as president
of the student council.

That's a win-win.

I think I'm gonna
keep my options open.

Oh, no problem.

I just wanted to let you know.

Bye!

Bye.

Oh, you've got to win.

By a landslide!

Twice.

Did you ever talk with
that football player? Sanders?

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

Professor McNary
was going to flunk him,

and now he wants
a second chance.

Did he ever threaten
the professor?

I was in the office

when professor McNary

said that he was
gonna flunk him,

and Sanders got
really angry.

I mean,
he controlled it, but...

He left in a hurry.

Do you think McNary
would have reported that

to the administration?

I mean, is it
on record somewhere?

He might have
done that.

I could get the police
to check it out.

I'm going to the library.

Okay. We'll
see you later.

I'm so sorry
we ever broke up.

I feel so safe
with you.

I take the bar in a year.

What if we...
get married after?

I mean, it's gonna
be a crazy year

with my dissertation
and-and orals, but...

But maybe
it would be good

to have something
to look forward to.

Yes.

Or we could just do it.

I mean, why wait?

After all this,
I can't imagine being apart.

Jenn.

If I help you solve this,
will you come back to bed?

Go for it.

Mm.

You've got
a college professor

who's robbing
a house, right?

Yes. He thinks the suit
of armor is real

and worth
a small fortune.

And he needs the money
that badly, why?

He was in debt.

He was getting
divorced.

His wife had access
to a top lawyer,

he didn't.

So who are the suspects?

Could be anyone--

an angry student,

Bill Wallace,
the owner of the home,

the professor's wife, Anne.

Wife's a good bet.

Was she out of town?

Yes.

So, she hires a killer to do
the deed while she's gone,

perfect alibi.

What kind of hitman
follows his victim into a house

and assumes there'll be
a convenient mace there

to hit him with?

Doesn't sound like
a professional hit to me.

Yeah, you're right.

The homeowner has a butler?

Don't say it.

What?

If you don't say it,
I'll come back to bed.

Deal.

The quarterback...fake the throw,

he hands it off to me,
I run it down--

60-yard touchdown,
I win the game.

Excuse me.
Tim Sanders?

I'd like to ask you
a few questions

regarding professor McNary.

I didn't do it.

I didn't say you did.

The administration
gave me some names

for some students
who were on academic warning

from professor McNary.

Okay.
Here's the deal, detective.

I'm a student-athlete.

Spend a lot of time
at practice,

traveling to games,
working out.

Doesn't leave a whole
lot of time for homework.

You still need to maintain
a certain GPA, correct?

Yeah.

But some profs
are cool about it.

Not the late, great
professor McNary, though.

Where were you
on the night of April 7th?

That's the night
he died, right?

Mm-hmm.

I was in my apartment, alone.

That's your alibi?

I repeat. Wasn't me.

I'm gonna be late for practice,
all right?

One more question.

Did you threaten
professor McNary

when he said he wouldn't
change your grade?

No way!
Who told you that?

Professor McNary wrote down
that you were visibly upset

when you left his office.

Why wouldn't I be upset?
The guy was trying to flunk me.

I really gotta go.

Okay.

Good luck on Saturday.

What's Saturday?

Your game.

Right.

Tootie is trying
to buy the election.

Who doesn't
want free fries?

Well, I mean, you could
offer a free burger.

That's not
the point, Logan.

Besides,
it'd cost a fortune.

Okay, well, then where did
she get the money from?

Her dad is some big lawyer.

Hey, maybe you could just
set up a table around campus

and give out free veggies.

You know, like, uh...

"A vote for Hannah
is a vote for health."

That's not bad.

That clearly differentiates
the campaigns.

"Fries versus veggies."

Thanks, Logan.

Hey, um...

Do you mind
if I keep this flyer?

Nice try.

Stop by the table
and I'll give you a carrot.

Great.

I'm with you.

Yeah. Fries.

Hey.

Tim.

You scared me to death.

What do you--
what do you want?

I finished
the extra credit paper.

Oh. Okay.

There was a detective
on campus this morning

asking about the murder.

Why is he talking to me?

From what I understand,

he got a list of students

who might've been
on academic probation.

That grade wasn't final yet.

I'm not on
academic probation.

Well, perhaps it was a memo
that professor McNary left.

When you left,
he was very upset.

I didn't do anything to him!
I got up and walked out.

Did you tell him that
I threatened professor McNary?

I didn't
tell them anything.

If my name
is tied to a murder,

pro teams are going to pass.

Do you get that?

Are you threatening me?

Take it any way you want.

Don't talk about me
to the police.

Did you tell him that
I threatened professor McNary?

Good morning!

-Hi, sweetheart.
-I'm off.

-Have a great day!
-You too.

-Oh! Bye.
-Seeya.

Gotta run.

Oh, have a good one, honey.
Oh! Take a bagel.

Ahh...

Non-negotiable.

I'm trying to lose weight.

You look great.

Morning, mom.
Can't stop.

Oh. Wait. Are you sure?

Yeah. See you later.

Logan, French toast?

Okay, maybe just a minute.

Logan, have you ever seen

one of those, uh,
crime scene animations?

Yeah, it's
the same software

I used to make
that dance video.

Can you recreate a crime?

Okay, that's not fair.

You give me French toast,
then ask me to do stuff.

Oh, but that's good, isn't it?
That is real maple syrup.

Okay. When do you need it?

Is it weird to have
had a crush on somebody

all those years ago

and still feel
the same way?

Have you even
spoken with him?

No, not yet, just
emails back and forth.

Jeremy?

Is everything okay?

Do you have a minute?

Sure.

What's going on?

I don't really know
who to talk to.

Emma and I had broken up,
but we're back together now.

Professor McNary's death
made us realize

how much we need
each other.

But...

She's having a hard time

dealing with it.

It can be very traumatic.

She thinks she's
somehow at fault

because she found
the suit of armor

at the estate sale.

I understand,
but she's not.

I know,

but not knowing
who the killer is,

is scary.

Could it be someone we know?

I mean,
should we be worried?

The police are doing
everything they can.

Is there someone
that Emma suspects?

There's a student, an athlete,

who was gonna
lose his eligibility

if McNary flunked him.

Emma's now teaching him,

and to tell you the truth,
she's frightened.

What would you like me to do?

Talk to her, maybe?

If you think it'll help,
I'm happy to.

He was waiting for her

in the parking lot
last night.

He thinks that Emma was talking
to the police about him.

Do you think
he's dangerous?

I don't know.

Maybe I'm overreacting,

but I think
it would just be good

if she had someone to talk to.

Of course.

Thank you.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I'm fine.

Well, something's wrong.

Is it Jeremy?

Look. I know

that it felt safer
to go back with him

after professor
McNary died,

but you broke up
with him for a reason.

He wants to get married.

Oh, Emma...

You don't have to do that.

Maybe I do.

Typed label,
no return address...

So mysterious.

I wonder what it could be.

Open it up.

Looks like...
A part of a t-shirt,

and the number 16.

That's weird.

Not as weird as this.

That looks like dried blood.

We'll know about
the blood stains in a moment,

but we've got
to figure out

the significance
of the number "16."

Well, I had a hunch.

I printed this off
from the team website.

What a coincidence.

Whatcha got, Sam?

No doubt about it.

The blood on this shirt was once
flowing through the veins

of professor Robert McNary.

This certainly won't
hold up in a court of law.

Sanders sure has motive.

McNary was going
to flunk him.

No more scholarship.

I talked to the coach.

He's got a good chance
at going pro.

That goes out
the window, too.

And he threatened McNary.

Emma Mitchell has given him
a chance to get his grade up,

so, McNary's death
has worked out for him,

in that sense.

Her boyfriend, Jeremy,
came to see me.

Sanders was upset
after you talked to him,

was waiting for Emma
in the parking lot.

She's a little frightened.

So maybe she should be.

We know the blood
on the shirt is McNary's.

And the note has
Sanders' uniform number,

suggesting that he's the killer.

Which may or not be true.

Okay, but assume the killer
was wearing the shirt.

That means someone
knows the killer well enough

to get the shirt
and tip us off.

Okay. Well, I'm gonna have
to go back to the school.

Oh, do you
have a problem

with Bill Wallace
helping me

with one
of my scenarios?

Well, he's not high
on my list of suspects.

I don't think
there's any connection.

So, it's okay?

I know nothing about it.

Perfect!

Anyplace in particular
you'd like us to stand?

Right here
is probably fine.

Now, we know McNary
had the sword

because of the fingerprints.

I assume
he was facing off with the guy

who was holding the mace.

But how did the fatal blow

end up on the back
of McNary's head?

Hmm...

You're about to see.

This is one of
our training weapons.

It still hurts,

so I'll try not
to hit him too hard.

Very much appreciated, sir.

The police...

Were kind enough
to return this.

So, the professor
has the sword.

Mm. And the bad guy
has the mace.

Swing at me, Tucker!

Now, just to be clear...

If I kill you,
I will be out of a job, sir.

Jenn, you're a witness.

If he kills me,

he can have the house.

Very good.

Could you repeat that?

Repeat that?

And he's dead.

Well, that explains that.

It's actually quite difficult

to strike someone
with a sword like this.

Mace is much easier to use
for a novice.

And what if the guy
with the mace is an athlete?

All the better.

Yeah.

I guess I'll see you then.

Okay, bye-bye.

That was Chris.

He called.

His voice sounds
exactly the same!

It was like I was 17 again.

Dani!

I know, I'm being silly.

I'm a grown woman.

What did he say?

Well, he said that he'd thought
about me a lot over the years,

and-and it was fun,

it was like no time
had passed at all.

Oh! Well, did you tell him

you're not going to go
to the reunion?

No, not exactly,

'cause he asked me
to go with him

and have dinner beforehand.

And you said?

Well, I'm not going
to miss my class reunion.

Of course not.
Why would you?

That's what I thought.

That's why I'm asking.

Did Tim Sanders threaten you?

I am currently
teaching two classes.

For a PH.D. candidate,
that is a very big opportunity,

and the last thing
I need right now

is to get
in the middle of a dispute

with the athletic department.

A man lost his life, Emma.

The stakes are higher
than a teaching opportunity.

Did he threaten you?

I felt threatened.

I can't say that
he actually threatened me.

I don't believe
Tim is a killer.

Did Jeremy go talk with you?

He talked
to Jennifer Shannon.

What did he say to you, Emma?

He approached me
in the parking lot.

I recorded the conversation
on my phone.

I could download it,
and send it to you,

and you can decide.

All right.

There's
something else.

He just handed this in.

It seems a little odd,

given what happened.

Okay.

This is big.

I'm behind in the polls?

No.

I looking around on the net,

and discovered
some interesting things

about your opposition.

About Tootie?

Yeah.

First, I got her bio
from her campaign website,

and then I went a little deeper
in the net.

Uh-oh.

Her father is deceased,

he was never a lawyer.

Her high school
GPA is lower,

and her stepfather
runs a sports betting place.

Wow.

Now we know where all that
French fry money came from.

If even half of this is true,

Tootie not only would
forfeit the election,

she could be
kicked out of school.

This is her high school's
administration office number.

You should call it.

She's a fraud.

So I'm in here.

It's temporary, I'm told.

Don't ask.

I'm not asking.

So... what you got?

Tramell said the blow
came from behind.

But McNary had the sword,
I assume, to defend himself,

which would have him
facing the killer.

Whoa.
Hold on a sec.

What's the scenario?

Oh, I can't prove it,

but this is what
I think happened.

Can you pop that
in your computer?

I had Logan do
a simulation.

McNary's on the left,
the killer is on the right.

If they're going
after the armor,

why did the killer leave it?

Because what
started out as burglary

somehow ended up a murder.

The killer panicked.

All he wanted to do
is buy some time,

so he puts the body
in the armor,

lifts it back up
on the stand,

he wipes it down for prints,
and gets out of there.

So who's our killer?

Someone who knows McNary,

and is willing
to commit a crime with him.

Or... is coerced into it.

And is strong enough
to lift McNary's dead weight.

That's a paper
Tim Sanders wrote

for Emma Mitchell.

"Football and medieval warfare"?

It's about the similarities
of a medieval battleground

and a football game.

Rates the effectiveness
of weapons in close quarters.

The mace is at the very top.

So, what are you saying?

Am I under arrest?

Nope. Just asking
for your cooperation.

Then I don't have to go down
to the station with you?

Here's how it works, Tim.

People who are innocent,
well, they usually want to help.

And people who have
something to hide...

Fine. I'm happy to help.

You can come down
after practice.

I'll be expecting you.

I told the chief
he's our best bet.

If I think we have
enough evidence,

I'll arrest him,
get a warrant,

and go through
his place.

You already have
the murder weapon, right?

What do you
think you'll find

at his place?

Well, hopefully,

a white t-shirt
with a piece missing,

or any other
article of clothing

with blood splatter.

A pair of shoes, anything.

Sorry about the delay, Tim.

Also, just wanna let you know
that we will be recording this.

You know, this doesn't feel
like I'm here to help.

Well, anything that can help us
solve the case is a help.

Let me ask you this, first.

How much do you bench press?

Lift overhead?

What's that got to do
with anything?

Just answer the question.

Uh, I bench 200.

180 overhead.

You know, I don't want
to get too bulked up,

I need to be fast.

And you could potentially
turn pro, correct?

Got to prove myself
next season, senior year.

And if you were
to leave school,

that would hurt your chances?

It'd kill my chances.

Did professor McNary tell you

that he was going to flunk you?

My final grades go in
end of the semester,

so he could've changed his mind,
given me extra credit, whatever,

just to get me over that hump.

So... in a sense...

Professor McNary

could determine your future.

McNary filed a report

and said that
you'd threatened him.

I didn't do that.

Still...

The report
is in your file.

How much was it worth to you
to pass that class?

You just said it.
It's my future.

So, if McNary

had asked you to do something...

Something that would
help you change your grade...

You'd probably do it.

Even if it meant
stealing something?

What?
What are you talking about?

This is stupid.
I'm outta here.

Sit yourself down, Tim!

You have motive.

You have the strength.

McNary could coerce you,

and you have no alibi.

That's correct?

You have no alibi?

What does this mean to you?

That's my number.

What's this?

It's a piece of a t-shirt,
with McNary's blood on it.

It was sent it in
with that piece of paper,

with your number on it.

So...

Someone is trying to tell us

that you killed
professor McNary.

I want a lawyer.

Well, that's a good idea...

Because you're under arrest.

It was just an arrest.

He hasn't
been charged.

Unless we find
something solid,

he'll probably get released.

How long
can you hold him?

Ah, a few days, at best.

I mean, the arrest

was mainly just
to shake him up.

Do you still
need a warrant?

No, he gave me permission

to search his apartment.

Heading over there now.

That doesn't sound like
someone who's guilty.

Or maybe somebody
who's confident

that there's no evidence there.

He said something interesting.

What's that?

Well, that he claims he owns
no white shirts,

that all his t-shirts

are provided to him
by the athletic dept.

None of them are white.

Meet me back here in two hours,
and I'll tell you what I find.

Okay.

So, she made up
a complete alter-ego?

She's not even
close to being

the person she represents
herself to be.

Yeah, and it could
be a problem for her.

Logan found this out?

And I verified.

I even talked to someone
at Tootie's high school.

I'm surprised
they'd even talk with you.

They wouldn't, initially.
And it was off the record.

Someone in administration?

One of the guidance counselors.

She thought that if I knew
some of Tootie's background,

it might explain it.

It doesn't excuse it,
but she's overcome a lot.

Like what?

She moved around
a lot as a kid.

Her father
was home ill,

and she was his caretaker.

He passed away
in her senior year.

Her mom was working two jobs,
just to keep the family going.

You got a real dilemma.

Yeah. I don't say anything,
and she wins the election.

I tell the truth,

and she maybe
gets kicked out of school.

I don't know.

Election day's after tomorrow.

...I don't know.

I told you, right?

Yeah. No white t-shirts.

Only athletic-issue.

Come on.
Let's go.

No bloody shoes

or gloves, or whatever else
you thought you might find?

Apartment was as
clean as a whistle.

Let's go.
Come on.

Look for a guy
who wears white t-shirts.

It was a hail Mary.

I knew he wasn't dumb enough

to leave evidence
in his apartment.

So what if the school
didn't give him white t-shirts?

Doesn't mean
he didn't have one.

You're right.

So let's look at
other possibilities.

Okay, then.

There's Emma Mitchell,
his assistant.

All of a sudden,

she's getting promoted
and taking over his classes.

I mean, for a PH.D. candidate,
that's quite a coup.

Do you believe that?

No.

She also doesn't have
the upper-body strength

to lift McNary up
onto a stand.

Which leads us
back to Sanders,

who could do it easily.

Yep.

Hi...

Hey. What are these?

These are
some old things

that I'm thinking of
wearing to the reunion.

Old things?
They have price tags.

Okay, maybe I did
a little shopping.

Um, what do you
think of this?

Oh, that might be
a little dressy

for a reunion.

What about this?

Maybe.

Or this.

Yeah.

That could work.

But I'd need new shoes.

Oh, that goes
without saying.

Sanders was never
formally charged.

They had
to release him.

That's not good.

Frank's keeping
an eye on him.

Trying to build a case.

Do you think
they've let a killer go?

Maybe.

Sorry. I got
hung up at school.

Leftovers are in the fridge.

Did you make a decision
about Tootie?

I did.

I'm not gonna say a thing.

Let the chips
fall where they will.

Well, I'm proud of you.

And who knows.
You may still win.

Doubt it.

Everyone's looking forward
to French fries.

How could they just let him go?

It's up to the D.A.

If he doesn't think he has
enough evidence to convict,

he won't keep him.

Are you worried?

Yeah, I'm worried!

Who knows what he could do?

I just saw Sanders on campus.

I can't believe
he's not in jail.

They don't have
enough evidence.

Did she tell you?

Tell me what?

Well, in the midst of
all this craziness--

something good.

Emma and I
are getting married.

Oh! Well, congratulations!

Thank you.

And, as far as Tim Sanders,

just be careful.

I will be.

Sanders has a girlfriend?

Yeah.

I talked to her,
a couple friends, teammates.

I don't think any of them
sent the package.

Then who?

Not sure.

But forensics
has the package now.

We'll see.

Where was it mailed from?

Post office near campus.

It's possible the sender
was caught on the security cam.

It's a lot of footage.

We're working on it.

How was Emma?

Emma's on edge
and worried about Sanders,

but there's something else.

I can't put my finger on it.

Hmm.

Hi, detective Lynwood.

Hello, Hannah.

We'll talk later.

Okay.

Well?

I lost.

Oh!

Tootie won.

Well, you don't seem
too upset about that.

Mm, I'm not.

I'm actually kinda
happy for Tootie.

What do you think?

Cute.

They're for the reunion.

I'm meeting Chris
for dinner, beforehand.

Mm! They're great.

Okay, I've got to go
and get my hair done.

Oh! Have fun!

Good luck!

She seems awful excited
about having dinner

with a guy she hasn't
seen since high school.

Well, you never know.

Hmm.

Dani!

Chris?

Yeah, its Chris!

Wow!

Have a seat, have a seat.

Big glass of Merlot
for the lady!

-I bought a bottle.
-Oh--

table should be
ready soon.

Wow... after
all these years.

After all these years.

Do you still play guitar?

Oh, no, no.
Work takes up all my time now.

Yeah, I sure was
a clown back then.

Hmph! Strumming folk songs...

Writing poetry.

Can you believe it?

Ah! Look at us!

Hey!

To Dani...

Mm!

So... what do you do?

I'm in home mortgage compliance.

Oh, so you give home loans?

Oh. No, no, no, no.
No.

I take back houses
when people don't pay.

Oh.

Hey, what about you?
You have some sort of a...

Thrift store or something?

Well, it's a--

-Oh. And Dani?
-Mm-hmm?

I gotta tell you.

You look great.

Thank you.

Chris.

Hmm?

Is that a wedding ring?

Uh...

Is that a problem?

Dani? How's it going?

Jenn, I'm in the restroom.
I'm hiding.

Oh, it can't
be that bad.

It's worse.

He...
has completely changed.

He kicks old ladies
out of their homes.

He ordered me Merlot.

You hate Merlot!

I know. I know.

Jenn, he's married.

What?

Any there any windows
in that bathroom?

Nope.

Okay, take a deep breath.

This is what you're gonna do.

Oh. Excuse me.

-Danielle?
-Yes?

It's me!

Lawrence Conrad.

Um...

It's Larry.

Larry?

Larry!

Wow! Well, you've changed.

I-I hope so!

I was such a nerd,
completely uncool.

Oh, I always thought
you were okay.

But I do like your new look.

It kinda evolved.

I have a natural fiber
clothing line,

everything organic cotton.

Wow.

What are you doing here?

Class reunion.

I'm not going to it,

but there's
a smaller get-together

for some of the outsiders.

Sounded like fun.

I'm actually going to that.

Cool.

Well, I would love to catch up.

Lovely.

I'll see you there.

"Larry."

Aw, hey! There she is.

Thought I was gonna have
to look for another date.

Listen, Chris,
something has come up

and I have to go.

This is for the Merlot, so...

Goodbye.

She was taking a bath,

her hair dryer was plugged in,

and, somehow,
it fell into the tub.

Frank. Do you buy that?

As of now, the evidence
points to an accidental death.

Roommate comes home,
the electricity was off...

Where is Sanders?

Well, we're
checking into it.

Look, Jenn, um...

The roommate, Megan,

she found the body.

She's pretty shaken up.

I need to get her
away from here,

just for awhile.

I'll put some tea on.

Okay. Thanks.

Here we go.

This is my friend
Dani's favorite.

It's a little peach
and ginger, some honey.

It's supposed
to be soothing.

Mm. It's good.

I don't understand
how this happened.

That was my hair dryer.

Emma doesn't use
a hair dryer.

She towel-dries.

When did you
use it last?

Last night,

but I unplugged it.

I know it.

Did you tell
detective Lynwood that?

Yes.

Jenn, she was really
scared of Sanders.

You don't think
that he could've...

Could he?

I don't know,

but the police are
looking closely at him.

This is crazy.

I don't understand
any of this.

If only Jeremy
had been there tonight.

Was Jeremy usually there?

He has been, lately.

She felt safer with him
after the murder.

But then he started
talking about

getting married,
and...

And she didn't want to?

I don't think she wanted
to be with anybody.

She was so pretty.

Guys always wanted
to go out with her.

Even professor McNary
tried to go out with her.

Was she dating
professor McNary?

No, no.

No. She had no interest.

But he did.

It's a tough
line to walk

when the guy's your
dissertation advisor.

And he was married.
He's such a creep.

How come Jeremy
wasn't there tonight?

They broke up again.

I knew it was
just a matter of time.

And you talked to her
earlier tonight?

I did.

And everything was okay.

Frank.

Hey.

Hi, Megan.

I wanted to come by

make sure that
everything's okay.

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Was this really
just an accident?

Appears to be.

We didn't find any evidence
to suggest otherwise.

I'll be at
my folks' place.

I don't want
to go back to the house,

not for a while.

After everything is processed,
it'll be secured.

You can go back
anytime you feel comfortable.

Maybe... never.

Thank you for the tea

and the shoulder.

Of course.

Are you okay to
let yourself out?

Yeah. I'll be fine.
Thank you.

Thank you.

You bet.

Frank...

You know
what I'm thinking?

Yes. But don't. Not yet.

Let the facts
speak for themselves,

and right now,
on the surface,

it's an accident.

Has Jeremy been notified?

The boyfriend?

Yeah, he showed up.

I guess they broke up
or something.

He feels he's at fault,

thinks he should
have been there.

And where is Sanders?

Don't know.

Last anyone saw him,
he was in the weight room.

Appeared to be angry,
left in a hurry.

We're looking for him.

What a coincidence.

Yeah.

When Meg came home,

she thought
the electricity was off.

She found Emma?

Yeah.

As of now,
they're saying accident.

Who uses the hairdryer
when they're in the bathtub?

Nobody.

But, I guess,
if had been left plugged in,

and she reached for something
on the counter,

she could've knocked it in.

I guess.

So sad.

I thought it was
an urban myth

that you could die

if the hair dryer
fell in the bathtub.

I looked it up.

It still happens.

Newer hair dryers are safer,

and newer outlets
have breakers,

but it appears
Emma's didn't.

You're not buying
this "accident" story, are you?

No.

And the police have
an all-out search for Sanders.

Frank said they had an officer
at his house all night.

He never came home.

Hmm.

You know what?
Enough of this.

Cheer me up.
Tell me about Larry.

You guys went
to the smaller reunion?

I had such a good time.

Everyone there
was someone I wanted to see,

and Larry...

Yes?

Well, I don't want to jinx it,
but he's very... awakened.

Well, what does that mean?

He's attuned.

Spiritually open.

Oh.

Oh!

It's from Larry.

"I had a great time.
How about dinner on Friday?"

That's nice.

I could play hard-to-get...

But I'm not going to.

Buy you some fries?

I'm just kidding.

Can I join?

Sure.

I just wanted to say
I think you're amazing.

I got a call from
my old high school counselor.

I probably shouldn't
have pried like that.

No! No, it's okay!

I felt like
such a fraud.

I just can't believe

you didn't use my past
to sink my campaign.

People like you, Tootie.

It wasn't just the fries.

Well, they didn't hurt.

So... I've decided
to step down

and let you be class president.

That's really selfless, Tootie,

but, no.

They voted for you.

I admire what
you've accomplished.

No one's ever going to know.

Really?

Really.

Hug?

Yeah.

Oh! And I loved

your idea to put

healthy veggies
in the school restaurant.

Would you head a committee
and make that happen?

Of course.

Hey, Tucker.
What's going on?

I've found out something.
Can you come over?

What is it?

I... I need
to tell you in person.

Okay, I'm on my way.

Enjoy!

Dani. Where's Jenn?

Ah, she called.

She said something came up,
she's gone to his house.

Bill?

Tucker?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Yeah.

Tucker!

Oh.

Just go, please.

I'm calling 9-1-1.

No. Just go.
He's gonna come back.

It's nice of you to come.

Jeremy?

Lose the phone.

You have to let me
call 9-1-1.

Maybe.

After you tell me
what happened.

Tell you what?

That you set Sanders up?

You sent the t-shirt?

I get it now.

You were in love with Emma,

but she didn't
love you back.

She did.

No, she didn't.
She broke up with you.

And you thought that she had
something going on with McNary.

So you followed them one night,

because you...

You thought they were having
some kind of a romantic getaway,

but they came here.

It didn't make any sense.
Why would they come here?

Break into a house?

They were in the house
to steal the suit of armor.

Emma clearly under
the professor's coercion.

But they didn't see you come in.

You confronted McNary.

You slugged him in the jaw,

and then
you picked up the mace.

He grabbed the sword off
the wall to defend himself.

No...

He came at me
with the sword.

I didn't mean to kill him.

It was self-defense.

But who would believe it?

No one.

Emma was an accessory.

We both would've gone down,

and we panicked.

That's always a problem
when you kill someone--

what do you do with the body?

We just wanted
to buy some time.

So, you put him
in the suit of armor,

put him back in the corner,

placed the sword
back on the wall...

Careful not to leave
any fingerprints.

But you put it back wrong.

I knew somebody
had moved the sword.

Good. You made it.

Hang in there, buddy.
This won't be long.

That's a big sword.
You sure you can handle it?

Oh, I think
I can handle it.

Good!

I like a fair fight.

You think
I'm gonna fight you?

No.

No, I'm just
gonna kill you.

Jeremy.

-Think this through.
-I have.

The only people that know
what happened are right here.

I kill you,
I have a chance.

It'll look like
you two got into it,

Jenn somehow
got in the middle.

No one will know.

Lives or dies?

Well, Tim Sanders
was cleared.

I talked to him tonight.
He was relieved.

His pro prospects
are still intact.

That's good.

But, Jenn, you were

in the middle
of a sword fight?

Really?

I was-- I was, uh, you know,
kinda off to one side.

And you almost
figured it out.

Except prof McNary
wasn't coercing Sanders,

he was coercing Emma.

He held her academic future
in his hands.

So she agreed
to help rob a house?

And, in return, he would
guarantee her dissertation.

But then Jeremy shows up
and McNary winds up dead.

And because
the murder happened

during the commission
of a crime,

Emma ends up
guilty as well.

So, she ends up
back with Jeremy,

whether she likes it or not.

Only when
Emma thought

that Sanders was
gonna take the fall,

she broke up
with Jeremy.

And if he can't have her,

no one will.

So, the hair dryer

in the bathtub
was no accident.

No.

I think it's time
you officially retire.

Honey, I'm not
looking for mysteries,

they come to me.

Mom!

I don't even want to think about
your other close calls.

Well, I promise
to be more careful,

and I won't put myself
in harm's way next time.

Maybe... there
won't be a next time?

Maybe just a...

You know, a small, little,

not-too-dangerous mystery?

We'll talk about that.