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Hi.

Anywhere you want.

Can I get you something to drink?

Ah, a cup of coffee and a couple of Aspirin.

The coffee, I can supply.

You'll have to go to a drugstore for the headache.

Great. This day can't get any worse.

Gimme a plate of scrambled eggs, and some sausage.

Hey, you listening to me?

I think your day just got worse.

No! No!!

No!

Oh.

[loud explosion]

Ahhh!

[sighs]

[blender whirrs]

What's an "ASAA?"

It's the Association for the Study of American Archaeology.

Cool.

Yeah. I'm in charge of the whole week.

Gathering leading archaeologists from around the country

to hear about their latest discoveries.

So, you're like Indiana Jones.

Sort of.

Where's your bullwhip?

Sorry, I left it in the classroom.

Cool.

Yes, I am.

I want you all to experience the painstaking conservation effort

that goes into preserving a beauty like this

in top condition.

So get to work.

Milton, where's your partner?

I prefer to work alone.

You do know you're supposed to wear gloves?

Does it make a difference?

Only if you want to do it right.

Look, I know your family's name is on the building.

But that doesn't mean classroom rules don't apply to you.

Whatever you say.

Okay, class,

please be especially careful with the iconography.

Hi, Emma.

Althea! Oh!

It's your big day.

Don't remind me.

I have a few things I need to go over with you

before the opening banquet.

Great. Right after this class?

Of course.

Okay.

Oh. I miss getting my hands dirty like that.

I should never have gone into administration.

What are you going to do after tonight?

I'm gonna relax.

Write books. With a pen.

[laughs]

If I never see another computer, I'll be happy.

[chuckles]

Class, I'd like you to welcome Professor Harrison;

Dean of the School of Archaeology

and President of the ASAA.

But don't worry, I'm retiring tonight,

so you don't have to remember me.

[class laughs]

Keep going.

Just let me do it.

You know my hands are steadier than yours.

Oh, come on.

Who shattered the geode in archaeology 101?

That was five years ago.

Only a mere blip in archaeological time.

Okay, everybody,

please put down your q-tips, and come over here.

All right.

We are going to carefully turn over this mummy board,

or "false lid" of the coffin,

to look for the inscription underneath.

[thud]

[group gasps]

[clears throat]

Sorry, sorry.

[sigh of relief]

Thank you.

My pleasure.

Are you here for the conference?

Uh, sort of.

Well, if you need any help getting oriented.

I'm looking for the conference exhibit.

It's just inside.

Oh.

I'm Paula Winter.

Hi, I'm Jim Conner, FBI.

FBI?

Yeah.

So you're not an archaeologist?

Oh well, I sort of am. In my way.

[small laugh]

You know these are all forgeries, don't you?

Uh, yeah. Every one of them.

Hmm.

Conner!

Oh!

Hi.

Ah, Professor Fielding. Hi.

Hi.

This is Professor Harrison, this is Agent Jim Conner,

of the FBI Antiquities Division.

Oh, are we under investigation?

No, no, no.

I just got corralled into giving a speech on forgery and crime

in archaeology.

Ahh, and I can guess who did the corralling.

I just thought it would jazz up the conference a little bit.

And I didn't "corral."

No. In fairness; arm-twisted.

I simply reminded you that you owed me one.

I helped him solve a couple of crimes.

The way I remember it, I saved her life.

I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

And how long have you two been dating?

What?

Oh, no. We're not-

No.

Dr. Harrison!

Oh, Chief Breck. How are you doing?

Doing great, Althea.

Overseeing the installation of Emma's latest discovery.

This is the oldest human skull ever found in New England.

Thinking of naming it the Fielding Skull.

Ah.

After the intrepid archaeologist who first discovered it.

Oh, don't call it that, please.

Look, it's the Kenzer Skull. See?

Hmm. We'll see.

Looks like he died from blunt force trauma.

I'd investigate.

[all laugh]

Well, that's what I'd call a "cold case."

Happened 7,000 years ago.

7,000?

Well, there's no statute of limitations on murder.

So what do you think, Chief Breck?

Wanna dust off your magnifying glass and go looking for clues?

Just like old times?

Only if you'd help me.

Oh. I actually wanted a word, Bob.

So nice to see you.

Yeah, you too.

You know, I'm really looking forward to your lecture.

Aww, thank you.

[security system beeps]

Wish me luck.

I can't believe you actually want to join

the Order of Bacchus.

What's wrong with me wanting to join

one of the most prestigious secret societies in the country?

Secret society?

You don't see the problem with that?

It's just a bunch of students getting together for friendship,

and games, and beer.

A bunch of rich kids planning what they'll do

when they grow up and take over the country.

Exactly. It's called networking. You should join too.

Uh, no, thank you.

All right.

Sabre tooth.

What?

That's a secret code word.

So I know you haven't been replaced

by a brainwashed doppelgänger.

Why "sabre tooth?"

It's your favourite extinct mammal.

Well, actually I've been reading a lot about woolly mammoths lately, and-

Joe...

Okay. Sabre tooth.

Uh-huh.

[doorbell rings]

[knocks]

I heard you the first time.

Sorry. I didn't hear a doorbell.

[clears throat]

-Hey, Emma! -Hey!

The usual?

Make it a double.

Ooh. Mocha Frappucino, double-mocha.

[sighs]

I forgot how difficult it is to wrangle 120 academics

for a whole week.

Why did I agree to plan this, Ruby?

Because Harrison asked you, and you like to feel indispensable.

I do.

You do.

Hmm, let's have a look at this.

Oh, oh come on.

You just have to get through the welcome banquet,

20 artifact presentations, 10 lectures by professors,

the farewell banquet, and you'll be fine.

Thank you.

Wow, when you put it that way, it sounds totally doable.

Doesn't it? Hmm?

What about you? You ready for tonight?

Oh, well, you know me.

I can cater a dinner in my sleep.

Aww, thank you.

That's one thing off my mind.

What would I do without you?

I don't know.

Professor Fielding.

Hi. Professor Biberman?

Uh, why did you schedule my lecture for 7:00 AM

on Friday morning?

That's a death slot.

I'm sorry, Carl, somebody has to go there.

Why does it have to be me?

Well, I figured as a fellow Kenzer professor,

you would understand.

I'm sorry.

I'm just a little nervous.

You don't know who Professor Harrison

is going to name as her successor, do you?

She hasn't told me a thing.

It's gonna be you, isn't it?

Oh, I certainly hope not.

Hmm.

Yikes.

[chuckles] I know.

What was that about?

Oh, everybody is trying to figure out who Harrison

is going to name as her successor

as President of the ASAA.

Is the presidency such a big deal?

It's the most prestigious position in my field.

Influence, power, $10 million in grants to give away,

travelling the world, giving lectures.

[whistles]

So, like rock star status.

In archaeological terms, yes.

Oh, Emma, is she gonna choose you?

[laughs]

Why does everybody keep asking me that?

I don't want it.

What? Why not?

Well, the politics would drive me crazy, for one thing.

And I became an archaeologist because I like archaeology.

I like discovering things.

I don't like administration.

Okay. So, when is she gonna pick her successor?

Tonight, at the banquet.

And then he or she will be inaugurated as president

at the end of the conference.

Wow.

Professor Harrison. Hi.

I have uncovered a pre-Columbian artifact.

I need you to postpone your decision.

Oh, I'm sorry, Scott.

Once you've heard my lecture tomorrow,

I know you'll choose me.

I'm going to announce my decision this evening.

Okay, but couldn't it wait? Please!

Emma!

You remember Doctor Turner from Covington College?

I know Scott.

Yes, I was just explaining to professor Harrison

that I have uncovered a pre-Columbian artifact

that will rewrite pre-American history.

I mean, you've gotta see it to believe it.

Don't let him influence you, Althea.

As you know, I have a lot of support among the rank and file.

Doctor Winter, how are things in Boston?

Hectic.

It's nice to be in a peaceful, quaint town like this.

How is that little college of yours anyway, Paula?

Very funny.

It's good to see you in such good spirits... considering.

Considering?

Haven't you heard?

I don't want to be the one to tell you.

To tell me what?

Well, there was an accident on the highway,

and the truck that was carrying your artifact...

was destroyed.

What?

No.

Where did you hear that?

Chief Breck told me.

I assumed you knew.

No.

No, it-it-it's impossible.

Why do I always seem to give bad news?

Maybe because you enjoy it so much?

You're funny, too.

HmmMmm.

Well, I'd better run.

Are you sure you have to retire?

If these are your potential replacements,

we're in trouble.

I have to go see to something, okay?

Milton?

Hey.

You're not a member?

[whispers] Not yet.

Quiet.

So you wish to join the Order of Bacchus.

[together] Yes.

I-I think so.

Membership into the order has its price.

Are you willing to fulfill the initiation rites?

Yes.

Well, that depends.

Thank you so much for helping me out, Carrie.

My pleasure.

Sorry about Joe.

Yeah. It's not like him to be late.

I wonder where he is.

All right everyone, it's show time.

There you are.

Hey.

Are you a member of the Order of Bacchus now?

No, and I never will be.

Your choice or theirs?

Let's just say "sabre tooth."

[chuckles]

I'm glad to hear it.

All I'm saying is that when I'm president of the ASAA,

things will run a little bit differently.

When you're president?

That's very unlikely.

Hmm.

Tell us what will your presentation be about

tomorrow morning, Scott?

You know that if I had that artifact...

Oh, give it up, Turner.

Bet you never even found a pre-Columbian artifact.

I did!

When is your presentation slot, Professor Biberman?

Friday morning.

Friday morning?

You know that's a death slot, right?

[laughs under her breath]

[laughs]

-Great. -Good.

Thank you, I'll see you up there. Thank you.

Hi.

Woah.

Good evening.

You clean up nice.

Yeah, don't I?

You know, I feel like, uh, double-o-seven.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

Um, so I guess, oh, we're sitting here together?

I had nothing to do with that.

So it must be fate, then.

Emma Fielding? Hello!

Duncan!

Oh, woah! My goodness. Well...

Look at you.

Wow, what a surprise.

How long has it been? Seven years?

And three months, but who's counting?

Uh, Duncan, this is Jim Conner.

-Hello. -Hello.

Duncan is one of the preeminent archaeologists in the country.

Jim is an FBI agent.

He has a gun.

Not on me.

He has to say that.

I'll bear that in mind.

I see you found out about my little surprise.

I invited Duncan at the last minute;

I hope you don't mind.

Ah. I'll get over it.

Have you seen Chief Breck?

No.

I've been trying to reach him all evening;

I need to speak with him and Sheriff Dunbar.

Well, I'm sure he'll be here soon.

Is something wrong?

No...

Well, I don't know.

It's just something that I need to discuss with them.

[to herself] More bitter than death.

Althea? You okay?

Nothing that you have to worry about.

This wine tastes like a finely-aged paint thinner.

You always had a way with an insult, Duncan.

So, he's an old friend? Or...

Not really.

Wait, not really old or not really a friend?

Neither. We used to work together.

And we were engaged, let's not forget that.

Engaged? Really? To be married?

That's the one.

I wouldn't worry about it, Jim. It was a long time ago.

Plus, I don't remember much. How about you, Emma?

Do you remember?

Vaguely.

So... How long have you two been seeing each other?

-We're not. -We're not seeing each other.

Really?

Yeah.

Cause I sense an electricity here.

Well, your senses never were very sharp.

I suppose not.

Yeah, no, we're just friends. We're colleagues, I guess.

I thought you were an FBI agent.

I am.

Emma's helped me solve a couple of cases.

Oh.

Oh, you spelled "arrogant" wrong.

Good use of the word "braggart", though.

Y'know, if someone doesn't pass me a note soon,

I'm gonna feel a little left out.

[laughs weakly]

Evening, everyone.

Althea, you wanted to see me?

Yes.

I need to talk to you after this.

And can you call Sheriff Dunbar and have her meet us?

Sure.

Emma, Althea, it's time for the speeches.

The Dean's about to introduce you, um...

Duncan!

Ruby.

What a surprise.

You look radiant as ever.

Thank you.

Bob, we'll talk later.

Ok, well...

Thank you.

What's going on?

Nothing that concerns you, I hope.

Hello.

As you know, I'm Ben Hawkins, Dean of Kenzer College.

And as the Dean, I don't claim to be an expert on archaeology.

In fact, I don't know carbon dating from online dating.

[crowd chuckles]

We here at Kenzer pride ourselves on having

one of the premiere archaeology and antiquity departments

in the country.

And helmed by some of the most renowned professors

in the world.

With that in mind, it is my pleasure to introduce,

Professor Emma Fielding.

[applause]

Thank you, Dean Hawkins.

Hello.

Welcome to the annual meeting of the Association

for the Study of American Archaeology.

I'm not going to take up too much of your time,

because we are here to celebrate the career of a woman

who needs no excavation.

[crowd laughs]

My only attempt at a joke, I promise.

You can relax now.

Althea Harrison has been president of the ASAA for 10 years.

[alarm wails]

Uh, just one moment.

Conner.

That's the alarm at the museum.

Let's go take a look.

Okay.

[alarm wails]

Oh, I don't have a key.

Step aside.

[alarm continues to wail]

This is campus security!

Is anyone here?

[alarm continues to wail]

[alarm is turned off]

Chief Breck.

The doors were locked.

How did they get in?

And how did they get out?

Hello, everybody.

Uh, sorry for the delay.

There's been a break-in at the museum,

but Chief Breck has everything under control.

We are going to continue our evening.

Please have a seat.

Well, where were we?

[crowd chuckles]

I'm sure you're all eager to hear from our guest of honour,

so without further delay, Professor Althea Harrison.

[applause]

Thank you.

Thank you, Emma.

I can't tell you what it means to me

to see all your faces out there...

[clears throat]

I'm sorry.

I have been a member of...

[crowd gasps]

(Emma) Althea!

Althea!

She's dead.

[gasps]

I can't believe it.

Was it a heart attack?

Smell this.

It's a water glass; smells bitter.

What?

I think she was poisoned.

So you pick up her glass and get your fingerprints all over it?

I'm not aware of all your FBI rules,

but I do know a murder when I see one.

Just leave it to the professionals.

Um, listen up please.

This is a possible crime scene.

So nobody can leave here until they've been questioned

and released by the police.

We're so sorry about Professor Harrison.

I know you two were close.

Thank you.

Question is, who murdered her?

She was murdered?

We don't know that for certain.

About the alarm- was anything stolen from the museum?

Yes.

The Kenzer Skull was taken, just before Professor Harrison died.

So, I'm wondering...

What?

About the break-in at the museum is connected to her death.

So you think she was poisoned?

I'm just asking questions, I don't have any answers.

Such as who had a motive to kill her?

Why are you acting like Sherlock Holmes?

The shoe fits.

Pffft.

Sheriff.

Hey. We have reason to believe that Professor Harrison

may have been murdered.

You do?

Yeah.

And who are you?

Oh, I'm agent Jim Conner, FBI. Antiquities division.

Agent Conner, nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Why do you think Professor Harrison was murdered?

I just said it was a possibility.

Well, possibility's not good enough.

All right.

Everyone can go.

Just leave your name and number with the deputy,

and don't leave town until we talk to you.

How about we let the medical examiner decide

if she is murdered?

Fine with me.

Why would anyone want to kill Professor Harrison, anyway?

One possibility is that she was going to announce her successor.

The successor to a presidency.

Mm-hmm.

And you're who, again?

Uh, I'm Emma Fielding, I'm an archaeology professor at Kenzer.

So, that would give you motive too, then, wouldn't it?

No, I'd rather be in the field than in a committee room.

Not your style, huh?

Not at all.

Um, Sheriff.

Doctor Harrison mentioned that she wanted to talk to you

after dinner tonight.

Did Chief Breck call you?

Oh, he did. Um, yeah, what was that about then, Bob?

I wish I knew.

Althea was very upset.

Said she wanted to talk to us after dinner

about something urgent.

Maybe someone wanted to keep her quiet.

"More bitter than death."

What?

Althea said that.

Tonight.

Right after she said she needed to talk to the Sheriff.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

It's a quote from something.

Shakespeare, or the Bible.

I can't place it.

At least Sheriff Dunbar is starting to believe

that Professor Harrison was murdered.

After she's released all the suspects.

She knows where everybody is. She can talk to them.

Once they've destroyed all the evidence.

What evidence?

Who made you part of this investigation?

So you are investigating.

Yes, that's what I do.

I'm an FBI officer. I investigate.

Well, I'm an archaeologist. I do the same thing.

Where have I heard that before?

I'll be right back.

Bob.

Are you okay?

You know I went to college here?

With Althea?

I didn't know.

She helped me through some hard times.

My brother came here, too.

And when he died, she was there for me.

Then I dropped out of school, and we... drifted apart.

I went into the security business,

she took the academic route.

And, eventually, you got a job here.

Yeah.

The person who did this?

He'll live to regret it.

[doorbell rings]

You're up early. Come on in.

I couldn't sleep.

It's because I kept calling him.

You can turn your phone off, you know.

That's what I do.

I don't even know how to respond to that.

Never mind.

You guys want some coffee?

Sure.

Yes, please.

All right, tell her what you have to tell her.

Okay.

Um, it has to do with what happened last night.

[sighs]

I can't even process that she's gone.

Althea was such a good friend for so long.

It's hard to believe I won't see her again.

I'm so sorry.

That's awful, about Professor Harrison.

But, uh, I think...

I might know something about the break-in at the museum.

Joe knows who was behind it.

Well, I don't know.

But I have information.

What information?

Well, as you know, I got here on a scholarship.

My parents don't have much money,

I don't have many what you call "contacts."

I thought, if I could get some-

He wanted to join the Order of Bacchus.

Really? Them?

But they required me to do some silly initiation stuff.

They asked me to steal an artifact from the college

and place it in the inner sanctum.

Are you serious?

They told me I could steal it from campus storage.

Our museum archives?

Just stuff nobody would miss.

An arrowhead, or an old nail.

But, if someone really wanted to make an impression...

Someone like Milton Oberland.

What about Milton?

He was at the initiation with me.

When I heard what they wanted us to do, I left,

but Milton... he stayed.

And he hasn't been back to his room since.

His housemates haven't seen him.

So.

I was thinking...

Maybe he wanted to steal something special.

To make an impact.

You think he stole the skull?

I think he might have.

That doesn't explain how he got in and out.

The museum was locked tight.

The alarm didn't go off until the glass on the case broke.

I can't help you with that, but...

I saw the inner sanctum.

It was filled with artifacts.

Did they really call it the "inner sanctum?"

It's a bit much, don't you think?

They're very... theatrical.

Yeah.

So, where is this "inner sanctum"?

I was blindfolded when they brought me there,

and when I left, but it was somewhere on campus.

I could tell we went in through this heavy,

like, metal-sounding door,

but definitely left a different way.

When we were walking I could hear the sound of a fountain

on the quad.

And this other really weird noise.

Well, what was it?

I don't know.

It was like a "clang" or more of a "clunk" maybe?

But you don't know what it is?

Hmm.

Is this student reliable?

Totally reliable.

Well, I suppose it is possible that Professor Harrison's death,

and the theft at the museum are related.

Do you think Althea was poisoned?

The coroner report isn't in yet.

Okay, one more thing.

Uh, Doctor Scott Turner had an artifact coming in

by truck yesterday morning.

What happened to it?

It burned up in a truck fire.

I know that. But how?

We're still investigating the cause.

And what about the quote?

A lot of people quote the Bible in times of stress.

"More bitter than death?" It's hardly comforting.

And don't you think it's too much of a coincidence

to have an unexplained truck fire, a death,

and a theft at the museum all in the same day?

Sometimes a coincidence is just a coincidence.

Thank you.

Hey!

Hi.

Where are you heading?

I was gonna go in and talk to Sheriff Dunbar,

see if there's anything new.

Don't bother.

She's not in a very cooperative mood.

Okay.

Maybe I'll talk to her later.

Okay.

Hey, Emma, can I ask you something?

Sure.

How well do you know Duncan Thatcher?

Why do you ask?

Well, he showed up the night of the murder,

and picked up that glass

and got his fingerprints all over it,

and then you seem to know him really well.

Is he a suspect?

No more than anyone else that was there.

Look, Duncan may be a lot of things,

but he's not a murderer.

Emma!

There you are.

Your TA told me you'd be here.

Here I am.

Uh, can we talk?

Some people might think it's insensitive

for me to bring this up,

but I know you'll understand.

Who do you think Professor Harrison was going to name

as her successor?

I have no idea.

You know she was going to pick me.

And in this time of crisis,

we need a steady hand at the tiller.

Solid leadership.

And do you think you can provide that?

That goes without saying.

You know, I don't think you provided

especially strong leadership when you told Doctor Turner

that his precious artifact had burned up in that truck fire.

In fact, you seemed to enjoy it.

Did it seem that way to you?

The Sheriff's department didn't trace the contents

of the truck back to Doctor Turner until the evening.

So I was curious, how did you know about that?

I, uh... Let me think...

Chief Breck told me.

Really? Because Chief Breck told me

that he hadn't heard about it 'til hours later.

I can't see how you heard about that,

unless you were there when the truck burned.

[laughs nervously] I wasn't.

Don't be ridiculous.

I should run.

I have to go prepare for my lecture tomorrow.

Wow.

Nice interrogation.

Thank you.

Yeah, I'm good at that.

I mean, it's kind of my job.

I think we have to look into the truck fire.

Okay.

Agent Conner!

Thought you might wanna see this.

Coroner's report.

Yeah, it's official.

Althea Harrison was poisoned.

Some coincidence.

We hear you were wanting to be president.

Of course, I wanted the presidency.

It was the realization of all of my dreams.

The culmination of a career in archaeology.

Wouldn't you want to be the head of the FBI?

Oh, no, no. Not particularly.

So, did you want the position enough to kill for it?

No!

And besides, I'm sure she was going to name me.

Why should I kill her?

But what if she came in between you and the presidency?

I don't know what you're implying,

but I would never hurt Professor Harrison.

What would you kill for?

I...

Wouldn't kill for anything.

Are you sure she wasn't going to name Scott Turner?

Scott? Please.

He's never gonna be president.

You seem very certain.

Have you met him?

I was counting on that discovery to convince Doctor Harrison

to grant me the presidency.

Whatever she decided, I would support?

Must've been devastating.

Well, yes, it hurt my chances, but it didn't kill my chances.

I was still a strong frontrunner.

How did you know about the truck fire

that destroyed his discovery?

I overheard Chief Breck talking about it.

Oh yeah? When was that?

Yesterday.

Found it.

Found what?

Oh, the quote!

Mm-hmm.

Uh, "More bitter than death.

Book of Ecclesiastes, chapter seven, verse 26.

"And I find more bitter than death the woman whose heart is snares and nets."

Uh, hey, where do you keep your saffron?

I don't have any saffron.

What?

Come on.

Things are pretty basic here.

I have salt and pepper. That's about it.

Well, what do you do when you want good food?

I go to your restaurant.

Ha ha.

All right. Let's look at this from a different angle.

We have a truck fire, a stolen skull,

and a murder.

How are they connected?

[knocking at door]

Excuse me.

You're early. Come in.

I bring wine and news.

What's the news?

Well, the first one is they identified the poison

that killed Professor Harrison.

Oh.

It's a very rare neurotoxin that comes from poison dart frogs.

Found only in Columbia.

You know, Doctor Biberman just got back from Columbia.

That's interesting.

What are you making?

Paella.

Paella.

Ooh. Oh wait.

Where's the saffron?

Just...

Don't get me started.

[chuckles] Well...

Fine.

I'm gonna order two pizzas.

Are you happy?

New York or Chicago?

I'll get one of each.

What was the other news?

Doctor Paula Winter was teaching a class

when the truck burned.

So she's clear to that, anyway.

So, then the question is, who else would want

to burn up Doctor Turner's treasure, and why?

Somebody who was jealous of him?

Or maybe Turner did it himself?

Why?

Maybe there never really was an artifact,

and he wanted to cover that up.

Possible. The other question is,

how did the poison get in Professor Harrison's glass?

Plenty of people went by her table.

Any of them could've put it in.

[text alert]

Huh.

Dean Hawkins wants to meet with me.

About what?

I don't know.

He says it'll only take a minute.

Uh, the college is just around the corner.

I'll be right back.

Don't eat all the New York Pizza!

I can't guarantee that!

Try!

Thanks.

So... Anything you wanna ask me?

About what?

Oh, I just thought you might wanna...

talk about Emma.

Oh no, no, not really.

Oh.

What's up with this Duncan guy?

What about him?

Y'know, he's just... so British.

The conference is

the Association for the Study of American Archaeology.

Oh, yeah, um... Duncan's a dual citizen.

When he lived in the States, he and Emma were partners.

Duncan had this uncanny knack for finding treasure

in the most remote places.

So why'd they break up?

Well, if you ask me, Duncan just wasn't a very good communicator.

Emma needs someone who isn't afraid to say how he feels.

Huh.

Do you think that she still has feelings for him?

Maybe you should ask her?

Emma!

Thank you for meeting us so quickly.

Of course.

Emma, a lot of people think that in deference

to Doctor Harrison's death,

we should cancel the rest of the conference.

Oh.

What do you think?

Although I understand that reaction,

I wonder if it isn't important to keep the conference on track.

What do you think, Emma?

I think Althea would've wanted the conference to continue.

I mean, some of the greatest minds in her field

are here to discuss research and insights.

I think she'd like knowing that someone still cares about

the things she did.

You agree, Ben?

We've known her longer than anyone else here.

I can still remember us out here

on the quad together as undergrads.

You, me, Althea.

And my brother, Greg.

Yes.

Your poor brother.

Those were bittersweet times.

Whoever thought we'd end up like this?

I think Althea would've wanted us to keep the conference going.

She was tenacious, even then.

Then it's decided.

We keep it going.

For Althea's sake.

Excuse me.

Good.

Bob?

Hi, um, do you mind if I ask?

I know you mentioned it earlier, but...

how did your brother die?

Was it an accident?

I think I remember hearing about that.

Yeah.

He was a year behind me,

I don't know what possessed him.

He, uh, decided to climb the clock tower and ring the bell.

No one had ever done that before,

it's too dangerous.

There's no handholds.

But he was a rock climber.

He, uh, he thought he could do it.

He made it all the way to the top, when... he fell.

He was only 19.

I am so sorry.

He was a smart kid.

He would've done great things.

[door closes]

Hey!

Hey, Professor Fielding, you wanted us to come over?

Yes, the conference is back on,

so I wanted to go over your presentations for Thursday.

Oh, okay. Yeah, ready and willing.

Oh, come on, you couldn't save me one slice?

There's still Chicago-style.

Great.

Hey, Joe remembered something he wanted to tell you.

Right, okay, I think this is very important.

When they took me to the inner sanctum,

I was blindfolded, right?

And on the way in, I could hear something,

I just can't quite place it?

But I could smell night blooming jasmine.

So, the inner sanctum is in a campus building

surrounded by night blooming jasmine.

Okay, but there's night blooming jasmine all over campus.

Yeah, I don't think that's gonna help us.

But, thank you, Joe.

Emma, let this be a lesson.

When people say they've "solved the case!"

They've never solved the case.

I didn't actually say I'd solved the case.

I've solved the case.

Where are we going?

Trust me, this is the way.

Are you saying that you know who killed Professor Harrison?

No. Not that.

I know how they took the Kenzer skull.

See, I believe the theft and the murder are connected.

If we could find who's behind one...

See, I've been mulling over the basic question:

if the museum was all locked up,

how did the perp manage to get in and out?

We don't call them "perps."

What do you call people who commit the crimes?

Criminals.

That's a bit on the nose, isn't it?

Have you ever heard of the Kenzer College tunnels?

Hm-hmm.

Althea mentioned them to me once.

They're fascinating.

No, I haven't.

I have.

Supposedly, they were dug during the prohibition,

either by smugglers or pirates, depending on who you believe,

but a criminal may have used them to get inside the museum

without setting off the alarm.

You may be right.

Okay, um, hold on. I think it's...

I think it's this way.

How did you know about this place?

I haven't thought about it for years.

I don't even know if it leads to the museum, but...

when I was an undergraduate,

I used to go exploring all the time.

It's right around here.

Power box here.

Hopefully it still works.

Ah!

Ah.

Will it stay on, do you think?

Hope so. Come on.

So, you did this as an undergraduate.

Yeah, it was fun.

I played beer pong.

Aw. That's fun too.

Do we know if that's the museum?

No, we have to check.

Archeology's all about trial and error.

All right, you guys think you can lift me up?

Yeah.

Yeah? All right.

She's good at this.

I taught her everything she knows.

Ah.

It's the Engineering building.

We're getting closer.

Engineering.

Wait, wait, wait.

Do you feel that?

The ground is unstable here, I think we should go back.

Don't be ridiculous, we've come this far.

[rumbling sound]

Step back, step back!

All right.

Probably should've turned around.

Hold my hand.

Don't be scared.

I'm not scared.

I wanna try to walk across that rebar.

Oh, wait. I'm gonna go first. I'm taller.

No, I'm lighter.

Oh, be careful.

Easy.

There you go.

Easy.

Easy.

Okay, okay.

There you go.

Got you!

Oh!

It's okay, I'm on solid ground. You can let go.

All right.

[gasps]

[gasps]

You can let go now.

He's on solid ground.

Mind your own business.

Let's go.

Ah, here's one.

Twelfth time is a charm.

There's no way that we're gonna fit up there.

You know, I think I can.

Hey, hoist me up.

Here we go.

We made it.

I'll get you back home.

You okay?

Yeah. I'm good.

Okay.

Okay.

Which way do we go now?

My gut says this way.

Your gut?

Welcome to my world.

His gut.

We've been walking for a long time.

I know.

I feel like we've crossed the state line.

We must be nearly there.

Yeah, they should've left breadcrumbs.

Or Theseus's spool of thread.

Y'know, the one Theseus left so he could find his way

through the labyrinth to kill the minotaur?

My thing didn't require a footnote.

Well, neither did mine.

Duncan got it, didn't you?

Yes, though it's unsupported by the archaeological record.

[gasps]

It's Milton Oberland.

Yeah.

He must've gotten lost in the tunnels and been here all night.

Milton?

[breathes heavily]

Professor Fielding?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for taking the skull.

Ok.

Just get us out of here.

Give me your hand.

Easy now.

Easy now.

And may I ask what you were doing in the tunnels?

We were investigating.

We found this on Milton Oberland.

Thank you.

Good work.

I'll take it from here.

Sheriff?

You have to investigate the Order of Bacchus.

They're the reason Milton stole that.

Who told you that?

He did.

Okay. Thank you. I'll do the questioning.

Emma, Agent Conner, may I have a word?

I have news for you. It's from the Sheriff's office.

They interviewed a witness at the truck fire.

They said they saw a man with round glasses and a beard

near the truck just before the fire started.

Thank you.

Thanks.

What are you thinking?

Carl Biberman has round glasses and a beard,

and he just got back from a trip from South America.

Bolivia, Chile, and Columbia, all the sources for the poison.

Well, we ought to talk to him.

Okay.

Biberman could've put the poison in Althea's drink.

He had the opportunity.

Right.

[knocking]

Hello?

Professor Biberman?

Doctor Biberman?

Carl?

Ah.

Is that poison frogs?

Yep.

One can produce enough neurotoxin

to take down a man ten times over.

Conner.

Hey, stop, FBI!

[loud crash]

Let's go!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Duncan.

What are you doing here?

We make a good team, don't we?

Did you see how I distracted him there?

All right, come on.

[police radio]

Well?

The frogs are there.

He brought them from Columbia.

Here's the invoice from US customs.

We think he may have used them to make the poison.

That may be, but that's not enough to arrest him for.

Well, he ran when I said I was from the FBI.

He ran because two people had broken into his house.

The door was open.

Biberman was the only one with easy access to the poison

that killed Doctor Harrison.

It's not enough.

I could bring him in for questioning, but that's it.

Questioning.

He's gonna be out in an hour.

No, she needs definitive proof that Biberman was guilty.

Let's go find it.

There has to be a way to prove that Biberman put the poison

in Althea's water glass.

Maybe somebody saw him do it?

Joe, Carrie, did you happen to see Biberman

go over to Harrison's table during the dinner?

We were really busy; it's hard to say.

No, no, wait a minute. We were there.

We did see everything.

We just have to try and remember.

What do you mean?

Just... concentrate.

Relax.

Let the memories come back to us.

Or, wait, no, think about something else,

and maybe it'll come to you.

Memory doesn't work that way. We're not video recorders.

Okay, maybe your memory doesn't work that way.

You couldn't even remember where the inner sanctum was.

I was blindfolded, okay?

I remember the jasmine.

Yeah, but why is that the only thing that you can remember?

I mean, what was that sound you heard?

Were you walking on a dirt road, or a sidewalk?

Were you going uphill or downhill?

I don't remember!

Excuse me.

[clears throat]

Uh, I'm gonna let you boys talk.

Excuse me.

Wanna talk about it?

About what?

You and Joe?

What about me and Carrie?

Well, things seem... really tense.

She's impossible.

What do you mean, impossible?

You have to know him really well to know what I mean.

And you know him pretty well?

Maybe I know her too well.

Maybe something else is bothering you?

Look, I don't want to get too personal,

but has it ever occurred to you that you might have feelings

for Joe?

What?

What kind of feelings?

I mean, you'd have to be blind not to see it.

Is it that obvious?

He's not even my type.

Maybe your type has changed.

How can you tell unless you ask?

Ask what?

Excuse me, Carrie, but do you have feelings for me?

You'll never know until you say something.

Okay, so I say something.

Then, you know.

Not tonight. I'm too tired.

I don't think you should wait. Tell her how you feel.

Trust your instinct.

Is that what you do, Agent Conner?

It's what I should do.

The longer you wait, the harder it gets.

Really?

Trust me.

I know what I'm talking about.

Maybe you're right.

Wait a minute.

I remember something.

You were right.

I thought about something else.

What?

How annoying you are and it worked.

I remember at the banquet, Biberman never left his table.

He just munched on his salad, asked for more rolls,

and got me to refill his water glass,

the entire time.

That doesn't help.

No, it does.

Because it rules Biberman out as a suspect.

Not completely, but...

So who did visit Harrison at her table?

Practically everybody.

Doctor Turner, Doctor Winter, you,

and you, too, Agent Conner.

Duncan Thatcher, Chief Breck, practically everybody,

but not Biberman.

Well, that helps a lot, you guys.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thanks, both of you.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Ugh, I wish we knew what Althea wanted to say to Chief Breck

and Sheriff Dunbar.

She learned something before dinner,

but what was it?

Y'know, maybe she wrote it down.

Took some notes.

Hmm.

Well, if she did, it'll be on her computer,

and the Sheriff has her computer.

Right.

I'm sure she's gone through it.

We should get some sleep.

Then we'll be clearer in the morning.

I hope so.

Emma.

Yeah?

Sleep tight.

You too.

[exhales]

Sorry I got weird.

Me too.

I'm sorry you got weird.

And I'm sorry I got weird, too.

Well, goodnight.

Goodnight.

And, Carrie?

Yeah?

[sighs]

Don't let the bedbugs bite.

That is a real problem in my apartment, actually.

[laughs]

Did you talk to her?

Nope.

Me neither.

What?

Nothing.

[sighs]

You wanna go get a beer?

Yeah. Sure.

Emma, honey, what are you doing?

Go to bed.

I know.

I'm just going over the schedule for the conference tomorrow.

Oh.

The stupid thing is frozen.

Oh, it's mocking me.

This is why I hate computers.

Althea used to say that.

Which is why she wrote down her thoughts.

Her notes wouldn't be on her computer-

she wrote them with a pen!

I need to go to her office,

see if she left any notebooks or journals.

No, Emma. Just stop, no. Not tonight.

You've done enough today, come on.

Okay.

Thank you.

You're a good friend.

Well, a good friend wouldn't have eaten

all the New York pizza.

[gasps]

I knew it was you!

Go to bed!

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Sometimes I just feel like I'm in the "friend zone" with Carrie.

I just- I can't talk around her.

You wouldn't understand.

No, yeah, I do. I do. I understand.

How do you know if the person you like, likes you?

Oh, yeah, I don't know, I'm just...

[sighs]

Well, I think...

I think you have to relax.

'Kay?

And then I think you have to ask the right questions.

And then observe her actions, and you'll know.

Are we giving advice to the lovelorn?

Not really.

That's good, I wouldn't listen to this one here.

Why wouldn't you listen to me?

Because I simply question the validity of romantic advice

from a man who can't get anywhere

with a woman he clearly yearns for.

Okay, I'm gonna go.

No, no, no. Stop.

Who are we talking about, here?

Are we talking about the woman who's already dumped you?

She didn't dump me.

Didn't she, though?

No.

Really?

She didn't.

That Order of Bacchus is one crazy club.

Well, let's not paint the entire organization with the same

dirty brush that we found here with this branch.

Why would you defend the Order of Bacchus?

I'm an alumni. Cambridge chapter.

Ahh, of course.

Does that make me a suspect?

Well, that and the fact you're an out-of-towner

who just showed up the day that Professor Harrison was murdered.

There is that.

And we found you outside of Doctor Biberman's.

It's looking rather bleak for me, isn't it?

Yes, I think it is.

I've been in worse situations.

Have I ever told you about the time that I found myself

at the bottom of a Himalayan crevasse

en route to the summit of K2?

Did I ever tell you about the time I was shot

in the line of duty?

Did I ever tell you about the time

I got a really bad paper-cut while taking the SATs?

[chuckles]

It's okay, you win.

[loud thud]

Emma?

Doctor Fielding?

Oh... Oh man.

Are you all right?

I'm not, I'm really not.

Lay back.

I called 911 and campus security.

What happened to the papers?

This desk was cluttered with papers.

It was clear when I got here.

What are you doing here?

I was working late.

Preparing for my lecture.

I heard a noise, and when I got here,

all I found was you.

But where were you working?

You don't have an office here.

Carl Biberman let me use his.

Why would Carl let you use his office?

Professional courtesy?

But doesn't he hate you?

Why are you asking me this?

You don't think I had something to do with all of this, do you?

Did you take Althea's notes?

No.

All right, I wanted to come look through them

to see who she had chosen as her successor.

But when I got here, all I found was you.

Paula, I got your call.

Emma, are you all right?

What happened?

I don't know.

[groans]

I'm fine.

I don't have a concussion, why am I here?

Well, because you were assaulted and knocked unconscious.

We have to catch who did it!

No, you don't have to find them, I do.

And, by the way, it couldn't have been Carl Biberman.

He was in custody.

Oh, so you did hold him overnight.

Well, he was the only one with easy access to the poison.

Professor Fielding, I don't want you to think

that your help isn't appreciated.

Thank you.

But you don't have the training

to deal with dangerous situations.

Did he tell you to say that?

You've gotten us this far, and I thank you for that,

but you've been injured, and you need to rest.

We'll take it from here.

[sighs]

Bye.

I will be in contact.

Fine. I'll stay here. But just to rest.

How can I reach you?

What?

Uh, well I'll have my phone with me.

You don't always answer your phone.

That's true, I don't.

Listen, I'm - I'm glad that you're okay.

Okay, bye.

So, what do you think, Agent Conner?

I think we're close.

Biberman's not our guy.

Do you still have Milton Oberland in custody?

I'd like to talk to him.

Yeah.

You think the Order of Bacchus is involved?

Secret organization; they must have secrets.

Hmm.

(PA) Dr. Charles to maternity. Dr. Charles to maternity.

Scott?

Emma.

How are you?

Fine.

It's nice of you to come by.

Oh, well, I was actually here getting my heart checked on.

Palpitations.

Oh.

They said it's just a panic attack.

[sighs]

Hell of a week I've had.

You've had?

Yeah.

Well, first the truck fire burns up my artifact,

then the Kenzer Skull gets stolen.

Then Professor Harrison is killed.

And then you get assaulted.

Yeah. Everything happens to you.

Tell me about it.

It's bound to get better.

Unless it gets worse.

Scott, um, your artifact that burned up in the truck fire,

can you tell me about it?

It was a pre-Columbian urn.

A thousand years older than any previously discovered.

Wow.

Amazing.

Quite a find.

Yes. It was.

Now it's gone.

Just like the others.

Others?

I've heard rumours.

About artifacts that have gone missing

from the museum storage vault over the years.

Somebody should check on that.

Well, I'm sure they'd check on it sometime.

They have an inventory.

When was the last time they checked their inventory?

I don't know.

Because they don't wanna know.

Because of the Order.

The Order of Bacchus?

Forget it.

Never mind.

Forget I said anything.

Last time I told somebody, it didn't end well.

Who did you tell?

Nobody.

Did you tell Professor Harrison?

I have to go.

Somebody should check on that storage vault.

(PA) Dr. Abel to cardiology. Dr. Abel to cardiology.

My client declines to answer any further questions.

That's fine, but I don't decline to ask them.

Why did you steal the skull?

I thought it'd be funny.

You're answering, don't do that.

Stop telling me what to do.

I don't think you did this alone.

You tell me who put you up to it,

and I'll make sure the DA cuts you a deal

and we'll have you out of here in no time.

To be honest, I'll be out of here in no time even if I don't.

All right, your bail's been paid.

You're free to go.

That's just the thing about having a rich father.

Even if he does hate my guts.

Let's go, Reid.

I don't get paid enough.

His father still hates him.

He didn't make the bail.

Who did?

An anonymous donor.

But I did a little digging.

It turns out Dean Hawkins bailed him out.

Hey, Emma, Emma, Emma, found something out-

You looking for Professor Fielding?

Yes.

She checked herself out.

Against doctor's advice, I might add.

Professor Fielding.

She doesn't like to take advice.

Oh, wow.

[sighs]

[phone rings]

Hey, Emma. It's me.

I can barely hear you.

[crackles] I can't hear you, it's a bad connection.

Can you hear me?

[crackles] Do you want to call me back?

Do you want me to call back?

Um, Conner?

Wait, where are you?

The storage vault.

What?

[crackles] I'm at the storage vault.

I got the inventory list of everything in the storage room...

[call breaking up]

Listen, I can't hear you.

You know what, you're really breaking up.

You're gonna do what?

Listen...

I'll talk to you soon, okay?

You know, I'm gonna call you when I'm out of here.

[call breaking up] Wait, wait, out of where?

Emma?

Emma, wh-

[sighs]

The symbol of Bacchus...

Oh, wow.

"More bitter than death..."

[sighs]

Ecclesiastes is the 21st book of the Bible.

Seventh chapter, 26th verse?

21...

7...

26...

[safe clicks]

[gasps]

The Inner Sanctum.

[heavy slam]

You rang?

Last night at Ruby's you said you were a member

of the Order of Bacchus.

Cambridge chapter?

Oh, I shouldn't have said as much.

Alcohol makes me even more boastful than usual.

More?

More than- more boastful?

Let's just forget I said anything.

But you're a member.

Even if I am, we're sworn to secrecy.

We can't speak about the Order with non-members.

Well, that's why you're useful to me.

But you're still a member, right?

An alumni.

Okay.

Does the Order ever get up to illegal things?

No, nothing illegal.

Sometimes foolish, possibly immoral,

but nothing illegal.

All right.

Well, I need your help.

Are you deputizing me?

[laughs weakly]

Let's do this.

You can start by telling me why you posted bail

for Milton Oberland.

I'm not telling you a thing.

We're not asking for much.

Just a bit of information about the Order of Bacchus.

I don't know anything about them.

Would you be willing to speak to a fellow member?

You're a member of the Order?

It's been a while, but I don't imagine it's changed much.

Or has it?

We believe that the Order is involved

in some illegal activities.

Go on, tell him.

Grand theft larceny.

Sounds like a felony.

It is a felony.

You can't prove the Order of Bacchus was behind any theft.

Can't we?

What if we said we had an informant.

What if he told you there was a member that's turned?

Biberman?

He's a liar.

What about if he's told us everything,

about the underground vault, the inner sanctum?

You should turn now, Hawkins.

You can't stop the wheels of justice.

There's gotta be another way out of this place.

Oh, come on!

Why have an extra door with no handles?

This is not good.

Ugh, darn it.

If I give you some... information.

Off the record.

Will you not hold it against me?

- Absolutely, you have... -Sorry, we cannot do that.

We cannot do that.

Would?

I wanna talk to him.

[sighs]

Okay.

I'll wait outside.

Well?

Legally, I'm waiting outside.

But since Duncan is going to tell me everything you said,

this'll save us some time.

It's all pro-forma usage, completely above board.

Okay.

But you didn't hear this from me.

Unnamed source.

That's right.

[sighs]

I'm being influenced.

Blackmailed.

Yes.

By who?

What do they have on you?

I don't want anyone to know.

That's the whole idea behind blackmail, isn't it?

How much are they asking for?

They're not asking for money.

He's asking me to keep quiet.

To keep quiet?

About what?

For years, generations, really, members have been stealing

little things from the storage vault.

As an initiation.

Yeah, we know that.

It was just harmless fun.

Then, more expensive items started disappearing.

Real, valuable finds.

Artifacts that can fetch some real money on the black market.

Of course, I didn't know anything about it.

Not for a long while.

What did you do when you found out this was happening?

Tried to stop it.

That's when the threats started.

Influence.

The blackmail.

So who's blackmailing you?

And what do they have on you?

Can you promise me you'll keep my secret?

I can't do that at this time, no.

I'm sorry, Dean Hawkins.

When I was an undergraduate, Senior,

I was the president of the Order of Bacchus.

And I made some...

unfortunate choices.

Pre-Columbian.

Professor Turner's artifact.

Not burned up, after all.

[door creaks]

Oh. Thank goodness it's you.

You don't have to do this.

Hold still be quiet.

You should never have come in here, Professor.

Ah.

Now tell me what you know.

I was just putting things together.

You were getting the students to loot

the storage vault out there.

Taking all the most valuable items.

And nobody noticed what was missing,

because you were the chief of security.

The fox guarding the henhouse.

You'd be surprised what the chief of security can learn.

I even got enough on Carl Biberman to force him

to steal this Pre-Columbian urn right out of the truck.

Just before I set fire to it.

But Doctor Turner knew or suspected what was going on.

He told Doctor Harrison,

and that's why she got the inventory list to check.

She found the bible,

and figured out the combination.

That's why you knocked me out in her office.

So I wouldn't find it.

What did you think when she came in here and saw all this?

Did she know you were behind it?

I know she called you that night, repeatedly.

She told me that.

You knew she had something on you.

So you went to Biberman's house, got the poison,

and came to the dinner and put it in her drink.

I didn't want to kill Althea.

But she was about to expose me.

No, no answer.

So, you said she's in the storage vault?

I don't know. I couldn't make out what she said.

I think that's what she said.

Follow me.

Why did you do all this? Just for the money?

You make it sound like that's nothing.

Money is not nothing.

Ever since I dropped out of school,

I've just been scraping by.

Why did you drop out? Because of your brother?

Greg was a smart kid.

When he got to college, he wanted to join the Order.

The Order of Bacchus.

Hawkins was the president of the order that year.

It was Hawkins who thought it would be funny to make

Greg climb the clock tower and ring the bell.

I'm so sorry.

I told him not to do it, that it was too dangerous,

but he did it anyway, and...

he fell.

Emma!

Emma?

She's not here, where is she?

Where is she?

Come on. We're gonna go jog Joe's memory.

I knew it was Hawkins and the Order's fault.

But I couldn't prove anything.

I was helpless.

I couldn't get out of this school fast enough.

But then you came back.

Yes.

And as soon as Hawkins was Dean, I took this job.

And I went to him, and I told him I had proof of his

and the Order's involvement in my brother's death.

Did you?

No.

But I've learned to be very convincing.

I threatened to go to the authorities

with everything I knew about Greg's death.

Unless he played along.

Hawkins knew if the story came out,

it would ruin him.

So, you exploited your brother's death to line your own pockets?

Are you trying to make me mad?

No.

You can't.

Greg would understand.

He'd want me to get what I could out of this.

So, what are you going to do now?

Yeah, I've been thinking about that.

I guess I could, uh, let you go and turn myself in.

That's a good plan.

Or...

I could bring the Order and this college down in ruins around me.

I don't like that plan as much.

By having your body discovered in the inner sanctum

of the Order of Bacchus.

Emma!

Conner!

Don't!

[smashes]

[fighting grunts]

Duncan!

[straining grunts]

[fighting grunts]

[straining grunts]

[glass shattering]

Ahhh!!!

[fighting grunts]

I surrender.

Darn right, you do.

Thank you.

No, don't mention it.

Come here.

[police siren wailing]

[police radio]

Thank you.

All right, let's go.

How did you know where to find me?

Well, we couldn't find you in the storage vault,

so we thought maybe you were in the inner sanctum.

Who told you where it was?

Joe finally remembered.

I knew I'd heard the fountain,

and I finally figured out what that other sound was.

[clunking sound]

The flagpole.

We then managed to locate the side entrance

to the inner sanctum.

Yeah, that was the sound I heard.

Thank you.

Joe used the technique I gave him.

Well, we got into a fight, and while we were fighting,

I remembered.

That is the technique.

I didn't know they were talking.

I guess they made up.

Excuse me, if we're all done,

can someone please call an ambulance?

I've think been stabbed here.

[all gasp]

Yeah.

That looks really bad.

Can you get me an ambulance?

Paella, everyone.

-Wow. -Yes.

Do you want wine with that?

Oh, absolutely, thank you.

And a special dish for you, professor.

Really?

Courtesy of Jim Conner, here.

Oh, New York pizza! You shouldn't have.

Yeah, I did. I did it.

That is so sweet.

Emma, we're ready for you.

Okay.

Keep it warm for me.

All right.

This has been a trying time for all of us.

But Althea Harrison would've wanted us to carry on.

She said as much in the notes we found in her office.

She also named a worthy successor to lead the ASAA

to a new chapter of greatness.

Colleagues, please join me in welcoming the new president of

the Association for the Study of American Archaeology:

Professor Duncan Thatcher.

[applause]

[applause]

Thank you, Emma.

It is a great honour to carry on from such a wonderful president

as Althea Harrison.

What do you think of Duncan?

What?

You know, he looks so perfect.

Perfect hair. Perfect smile.

Sometimes he can be a jerk.

No, no, no, no. He is perfect.

That's why I broke off our engagement.

He's...

too perfect.

How do you feel about me?

You?

Mm-hmm.

You're not perfect.

[chuckles]

♪

...I'll give credit to someone else here.

I'd like to recognize professor Emma Fielding

for coordinating this entire event.

Emma, please stand up and take a bow.

[applause]