Garage Sale Mystery: Murder Most Medieval (2017) - full transcript

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.