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Midnight feedings?
Dirty diapers?

I'm ready, Pop.

Nobody's ready.

Okay, fine. I'm not ready.

But I'm willing and able.

That's my boy.

Reporting for duty.

Isaac.

Where is the skywriter?
He should be here by now.

Lola, I promise,

that plane is gonna spell B-O-Y.

Better spell B-O-Y, because
raising a G-I-R-L is terrifying.

You've seen
how my sisters turned out.

Wait, even you guys really
don't know what you're having?

No, Pops.
That's the point.

All right, I think that
we should call the pilot

or something because weShh!

I hear the plane.
I hear the plane!

Uh, what's that say?

It says you overpaid.

How much this set you back?

What the hell?

What is it?

I don't know, bird poop?

Oh, my God!

Get it off me!

It reeks. What is it?

Looks like some kind of...

skin or something.

- From what?
- I don't know.

I think it's...

human.

Well, that was odd.

What was?

I just passed Curtis Hubley

down by the tech trolls,

and he was wearing
an NCIS employee badge.

Curtis who?
He was
an outside cyber consultant

that we used on a few cases

a couple years back.

Always, uh...

always been kind of an odd guy.

Speaking of odd,

I just got a really weird
message from Parker.

"It rained a body in Norfolk"?

Yeah, I got it, too.

What does it mean?

I think it means he needs
to spell-check his texts.

Hey, yo.

So, does this Bandium
from Parker

actually say it rained a body?

It's obviously a glitch.

Yeah, I'm thinking Parker, uh,

did the voice-to-text option

and, uh, you know,
it translated incorrectly.

What would he have said that
would have turned it into

"It rained a body in Norfolk"?

Maimed?

- Claimed?
- Detained?

Good guesses but all wrong.

This time
the Bandium notification

is correct.

It rained a body from the sky?

Piece by fleshy piece.

How the hell did that happen?

Damn good question.

Let's go find out.

So, other than the plane,

did you see anything else
in the sky?

You mean besides
the human body parts?

Yes, um, another aircraft?

Maybe a helicopter
or... hot air balloon?

You think some sicko was
dropping this stuff on us?

Well, we're, uh,
not exactly sure

what we think yet.

Just tell us exactly
what you saw.

Just the plane.

You don't think
the skywriter did this, do you?

Nope. Just got off the phone
with the pilot.

They record all their flights

for insurance purposes,

and he did not do this.

Did he, uh,
say anything else?

Yes, actually, uh,
he said that he's sorry,

that his smoke pump didn't work.

And congratulations,
that it's a girl.

A baby girl.

What a blessing!

Everybody, it's a girl.

- It's a girl.
- I'm gonna take a shower.

Yes, it's a girl.

Sorry, uh...

She was hoping for a boy.

Sweetie!
It's gonna be fine.

Worst gender-reveal
party ever.

Nick, I don't mean to harp,
but would you please

just mind watching
where you're stepping.

I'm watching, bro.
Really?

Is that why we have
a Torres-sized boot print

in that pile
of superficial fascia?

I bet you didn't think
you were gonna ask that

- when you woke up this morning.
- Oh, gosh.

Yeah, all of this is
fairly decomposed.

Several months, I would say.

We're gonna have to collect
quite a bit of it

if we want any shot

at collecting
a viable DNA sample.

Would a, uh, fingerprint help?

Yeah, I've worked
a lot of strange cases,

but a raining body--
that takes the cake.

Yeah, well, technically,
it's only body fragments.

There's a lot more out there.

Can't get
grosser than this.

Kasie's analyzing that fingertip
that you found as we speak.

But meanwhile, I actually found
something quite interesting.

All of these flesh
chunks are covered

in organic secretion.

Yep, it got grosser.

I'm afraid to ask...

- what kind of organic secretion?
- No idea.

Just sent a sample up to Kasie
to run through Mass Spec.

Speaking of Kasie,
where is she?

She just sent me a text.

Did she find an ID?

All she said was,
"Wine and misdemeanor,"

followed by a couple
of smiley emoji faces.

"Wine and misdemeanor"?

That's what we call
our Friday night get-togethers.

We listen to crime podcasts,
drink a little cabernet.

Or a lot of cabernet,

but that is neither
here nor there. Okay.

Out of all the podcasts
we have listened to,

what's the one
that stuck with you the most?

Easy.
Desperately Seeking Emma.

The Radner case.

Obviously, right?

What's, uh, the Radner case?

Nick, you don't know
who Sam Radner is?

He's the insurance salesman
who used to have all those

really funny commercials on TV.Mm-hmm.

I don't watch TV

or listen to podcasts.

Okay, then let me do
the honors.

Sam's wife Emma
went missing five months ago,

and the police always thought
he was involved somehow.

All circumstantial evidence
pointed to him,

but they could never
arrest him,

because they couldn't find Emma.

Well, now Emma has found us.

You're kidding me.
Mm-hmm.

- That's Emma Radner?
- Mm-hmm. Yep.

Well, it's some of her.

This woman deserves justice.

Oh, hear, hear.

And the good news is,
we are way ahead.

We already know pretty much
everything about this case.

- Mm-hmm.
- Do you know why pieces of her

fell from the sky?

Everything except for that.

Do you know where we can find
the rest of her body?

Or that.

How about cause of death?

What I meant
by "everything" was...

we still have
a lot of work to do.

Yeah.

Emma Radner, 34-year-old

middle school teacher
from Fairfax.

She's been missing
for five months.

Last seen leaving a restaurant

while yelling
at her husband Sam.

Yelling about what?

Emma caught Sam liking

his ex-girlfriend's photos
on Facebook.

That'll do it.

Hours later,
Sam drove to Florida

on an impromptu
business trip.

Never talked to his wife once
while he was gone.

Well, I'm not married,
but that sounds like

dog house territory.

No, that's more like
"pack your bags

and find a new house"
territory.

Three days later,

Sam returned home and
Emma was nowhere to be found.

He told the police that he had
no idea what happened to Emma.

Then he lawyered up
and never spoke again.

So, you don't believe him?

No way.

And if you listened
to the podcast,

you wouldn't either.

Okay, are we letting podcasts
run our investigations now?

No, of course not.

But the info on this podcast
is legit.

Cops even participated

to help raise awareness
about Emma's disappearance.

Mc
I took a look at

the original police reports.

They, uh, always suspected
foul play,

and Sam was prime suspect
from day one.

He was the last person to see
her alive before he left town.

And he had his truck
washed and detailed

the day he got back
from Florida.

He lost his job, but he
didn't lose his freedom,

because without a body

they didn't have enough
evidence to arrest him.

We have a body.

Sort of.

All right, then pick him up.

I assume you'd like
to do the honors, Knight.

- It would be my pleasure.
- McI'll go with you.

Oh, and let's, uh, be sure
to notify the next of kin.

The sister,
- what's her name?
- Molly.

She lives right across
the street from the Radners.

Uh, Molly was on vacation
when Emma disappeared. Ugh.

They were best friends.
They did everything together.

Thanks, Kase.
A valuable nugget.

In my heart,
I still had hope.

But in my gut, I...

I knew she was gone.

We're sorry for your loss.

Sam.

I can't believe I actually
loved him like a brother.

He had us all fooled.

I hope that bastard fries.

So, you believe
that he killed her?

Obviously he killed her.

Their marriage was toxic
the last couple years.

All they did was fight.

I bet he finally just...

snapped.

Promise me you won't
let him get away with this.

- We got your message,
- Molly.

Oh, honey, what can we do?

There's nothing you can do.

Excuse me, you guys are...?

Walt Freeman.
This is my wife...

KNIGHT:Nance.

Old family friends of Emma's.

Both girls are family.

Molly just called
and told us that Emma's...

I hadn't gone on vacation
in years.

If I had been here, maybe I...

Sam's still living there
in my sister's house

as if nothing ever happened.

Well, that's about to change.

You finally gonna arrest him?

We just knocked on his door,
and he didn't answer,

and the door was locked.

But we left an agent outside,
and as soon as he comes home,

we're gonna bring him in
for questioning.

He's home now.

Watching us.

If you want to go
get the bastard,

I have the key.

True crime podcasts?

You know, I get the appeal
for regular people

but not for us.
Why not?

I'm a fan of a good old whodunit
from time to time.

Yeah, but we deal
with murders all day.

Why would we want
to do it at night?

It's like an accountant, uh,

listening to a podcast
about crunching numbers.

Well, I figured you'd
at least be a fan

of that one podcast,
since it's all about

your old NCIS investigation.

Oh, you work fast, Kasie.
What do you got for us?

Hold on, hold on.
Why didn't anyone tell me

there was a podcast about us?

Uh, well, how did you not know
there was a podcast about us?

You heard it?
Which case?

Uh, it's that one
from a few years back,

where a petty officer had

his brake line cut
by that senator.

- Blah, blah, blah.
- Hey, that's my case.

Is it?
Yeah.

I interviewed the victim.

I made the collar,
and I got the confession.

I mean, it was legendary.
I saw it like a...

like The Matrix, you know?

Everything just kind of
lined up and-- you know?

Uh, we're gonna have to
circle back to that, Nick,

because I have something that
will make this case legendary.

I figured out

how Emma rained from the sky.

Vultures.

Vultures?

I analyzed the secretion

Jimmy found
on the body parts.

Turns out, it was
stomach bile.

Stomach bile from vultures?

Yep, I found
this vulture feather

on one of the pieces of flesh
you bagged.

Of course.

Vultures regurgitate
as a defense mechanism.

You just know that?

I'm a fan of fowl.

But if they were
flying through clouds

and then nearly collided
with a skywriting plane, then...

They'd be scared enough
to vomit. Ah...

The vultures
must've discovered

Emma's body
and eaten the remains.

Kasie, I'm pretty sure

that vultures nest close
to their food source.

That is exactly

what The Wildlife Society told
me when I called them.

If we find the vulture,
we find the body.

Did you ask Wildlife

if they're still tagging
the locals with GPS chips?

As a matter of fact, I did.

I've already got the tech trolls
working on the coordinates.

Whew, that's a lot of steps.

The GPS coordinates
you asked for, Ms. Hines.

Sorry it took so long.

I had to run up the stairs.

Uh... it's Kasie,

and what ever happened to email?

And the elevator?

Pardon?

It's just...

the cyber division
usually sends things,

you know, electronically.

Cyber.

Makes sense. I'm new.

Curtis Hubley, the new guy.

So the elevator's not broken,
then?

Uh, no, Curtis.

And, uh, I think
you're being hazed.

Me, too.

But I kind of like it.

I was told to get a notarized
receipt for that file.

Not a thing?

Who was that guy?

Somebody else's problem.

But he did bring us
the coordinates

for those tracking chips.

Okay, the chips are geolocated
in Twin Rivers Park,

south of Yorkville.

Torres, you up for a hike?

I wear my boots to work.

I'll take that as a yes.
Thanks, Kasie.

And that's when,

all thanks to the hard work

of Special Agent Timothy McGee,

NCIS was finally able
to identify

and catch the killer... Torres.

- and bring justice to the family.
- Torres!

Yeah?

Maybe take a break
from that case

and focus on this one.

- Yeah, yeah, you're right.
- Thank you.

And keep your eyes peeled
for, uh...

Yeah, bird doo-doo. Got it.

Not bird doo-doo,
vulture guano,

which is known
for its distinct aroma.

Man, this podcast keeps talking
about McGee, McGee, McGee,

and it-- uh, they-they rarely
mention, by the way,

rarely mention me,
and when they do,

they call me Special Agent,
uh, Flores.

Well, life's a bitch.

I'm not listening to
next week's episode.

I beg you not to.

Hey, is that, uh...

vulture crap?

It is.

Good eyes, Flores.

Means we're near the nest.

So, birds are
your thing, huh?

No, hobbies are my thing.

This year it was ornithology.

But I never thought
it would help solve a murder.

You know, vultures are
actually quite a bird.

You know they never really
kill anything themselves?

They only feed off
the carcasses of the dead.

Really?

Yeah.

And when a group of vultures
gather in a tree,

heads hung low,
ready to go eat,

it's called a wake.

You mean like that?

Yes, exactly like that.

There's food nearby.

Emma's body.

But if she's been here
for five months...

why would they wait
until now to eat her?

It was winter.

Would have frozen
and only recently thawed.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, hold up, hold up.

Right there.

That's Emma.

Sam Radner?

NCIS!

Our agent is
with your sister-in-law!

She told us you're in here!

I've got a warrant!

I'm coming in!

Sam?

Special Agent Knight, NCIS.

Don't come up here.

I'm afraid I have to, Sam.

I want to be left alone.

I have a few questions
I need to ask you.

I said, leave me alone.

You found Emma's body,
didn't you?

That's what I thought.

Sam.

Don't do this.

Or what? You're gonna shoot me?

Go ahead. Do me a favor.

Lower the gun.

I can't do that.

Sure you can.

I can't keep living like this.

I miss her.

And I'm so worn out.

Everybody thinks
I'm guilty anyway,

so just...

just walk away
and let me do this.

Sorry, I can't do that.

Then I'd close your eyes.

Why? I'd still
be able to hear it.

That's actually the worst part
about it, the sound.

Then, my apologies in advance.

So, that's it? No final words?

What is there to say?

Well, you could say
that you're innocent.

As far as I know,
you haven't said anything.

That's on advice
from my lawyers.

Okay, fair enough.

Fair?

There's no point in me talking

because that podcast has
already said it all.

Yeah.

It did say a lot.

Oh, so you... you heard it?

Then why are you so desperate
to save my life?

Because like everybody else,

you deserve a fair trial.

Fair.

See, there's that word again.

Now, how in the hell am I
supposed to get a fair trial?

So, you're not even
gonna try to fight?

You're just gonna shoot
yourself now,

die a wife killer,

and that's the big plan?

You got a better one?

You said that nobody wants
to hear your side of the story,

but I do.

So if you are ready to talk,

I am ready to listen.

Drop the gun and talk to me

for a few minutes.

At this point,
what do you have to lose?

Agent McGee.

How long has she been alone
in there with him?

- Not long.
- Any updates?

Uh, not since Knight texted me
that Radner has a gun,

but she said she has
the situation under control.

Well, I appreciate
her optimism,

but as long as he's got a gun,
there is no control.

Excuse me? Director Vance?

- Yes.
- I have one team in position and another en route.

Whatever you need from us,
just say the word.

Will do, Captain. Thank you.

We're placing our top sniper

on the northwest
neighbor's roof.

He'll be ready to take Radner... Understood,

but for now,
I need your team to stand down.

Director,
with all due respect,

we've been working this case
for over five months.

We know exactly
what Sam Radner is capable of.

And I know what my agent
inside that house is capable of.

We're gonna give her a chance
to solve this peacefully.

NCIS took this over
at your department's request,

so we will handle this our way.

They're eager.

Yeah, it's personal
for Virginia State Police.

Months of manpower
and nothing to show for it.

But this is our case now,
we're gonna handle this our way.

Can you text her?

I can try.

Tell her she's got ten minutes.

After that,
if he's still armed,

she needs to get
the hell out of there.

All right, I'll tell her,

but I'm not so sure
she's gonna like that.

I don't care. I'm not gonna lose
a suspect or an agent today.

All right.

I know what you're doing.

You mean having
a casual conversation

with a suicidal suspect?

You're keeping me talking.

It's a crisis tactic.

I majored in criminal justice
for a semester at Rutgers.

Then you know
what the protocol is.

You know I can't enter the room
until you put the gun down.

Come on, Sam.
Work with me here.

So, how come you ended up a,

an insurance salesman
instead of a cop?

You're doing it again.

Doing what?

Baiting me into talking.

I was curious,
so I asked the question.

But, yeah, Sam, you're right.

I'd rather keep you talking

than end up doing
something that you can't undo.

What do you want to know?

Tell me about Emma.

That podcast...

made it sound like
all we ever did was fight.

It never mentioned
any of the good stuff.

Then, tell me about
the good stuff.

How often do you think I get
to hear about the good stuff?

Sometimes she would surprise me
with breakfast in bed.

Banana pancakes.

They were almost...
almost always burnt.

Emma couldn't cook,

but in an odd way,
that was sort of the appeal.

Her doing something
she totally hated to do,

just for me.

And how'd you return the favor?

I bought her flowers.

Peonies.

She loved them.

Every once in a while,

she'd take one from the bouquet
and she'd put it...

She'd wear it behind her ear.

I loved it
when she did that.

What else did you do for her?

Ballroom danced.

Believe me, that was...
that was a big deal.

Because I hated dancing even
more than she hated cooking.

But that didn't matter.

So I mambo'd my ass off.

Horribly.

It was brutal.

Well, you know,
nothing says love

like a little awkward dancing
and some crappy pancakes.

Which is why that podcast
failed to mention any of that.

It didn't fit their narrative.

Actually, there are a lot people
on social media

who don't think
that you're guilty.

What about you, Agent Knight?

Did you think
I murdered my wife?

Yes.

What about now?

And now...

...I want you to at least have
the chance to prove me wrong.

All right. Thanks, McGee,
keep us updated.

Knight's still in the house
with Radner.

Radner's still got a gun.

Then why are we not
hauling ass over there

- and take him out?
- Because Knight asked us not to.

Knight's not in charge.

No, but Vance is,

and he's decided to do it
her way, at least for now.

Look, I know it's hard
to just sit back and wait,

but Knight's done this
a thousand times before.

She'll talk Radner down.

I really don't think

Radner's walking out
of that house alive.

Neither do I.

Why?

Uh, I took a closer look

at the area where
Emma's body was dumped,

and I found
something interesting.

There's a trail less
than a quarter mile

from the spot
you found Emma.

What kind of trail?

Off-roading.
Dirt bikes. ATVs.

Tell me that our guy,
uh, has a hobby.

Radner's been riding ATVs

since back in high school.

And that trail is

his favorite place to ride.

And now that we found
Emma's body right next to it,

he has to know that
it's only a matter of time

- before we connect the dots.
- Oh, he knows he's screwed.

So that means Knight is
alone with Radner...

And Radner's got
nothing to lose.

You know, you're
the first person

who's actually called me
guilty to my face?

I respect your honesty.

Well, I didn't want
to lie to you.

Appreciate that.

Although calling a guy
with a gun a wife killer

is definitely not what
they teach you at the academy.

How would you know?
You never even made it there.

Touché.

I don't know if you can,
uh, tell,

but it's been a minute

since I've been
in a standoff like this.

I can,

but you're doing fine.

Thanks.

Look, Sam.

I know the media hasn't
treated you fairly.

And even as a federal agent,

I can't say
that I didn't buy into it.

But guilty or not,

jumping to judgment,
that was wrong.

And I should have known better.

And you definitely
deserve better.

I can fight to get you
a fair trial.

But you got to get up
and walk out that door with me.

That is the only way
I can help you.

Come on, Sam.

You got to trust me.

I mean, you do trust me,
right?

I do trust you.

Then let's walk out of here.

I trust that you'll tell
the entire world my last words.

I'm innocent.

Sam, no!

You know,
you should be thankful.

Agent Knight saved your life.

A miracle the bullet
only grazed your head.

Sure you're okay?

I'm fine, Director, really.

You did a good job,
Agent Knight.

Doing a good job would've meant
he never pulled that trigger.

Hey!

You killed my sister!

You son of a bitch!

You killed my sister!
Molly.

Molly, Molly.
- Come on, come on.
- You killed Emma!

Come on, come on, Molly... Sam, I hope you will rot
in hell, you hear me?

You hear me?
I hope you rot!

Okay, go home, sweetheart.
Come on.

You'll pay for this!

We all knew you were guilty!

Director.

Get Radner out of here

before we have another murder
on our hands.

Hospital just gave Sam Radner
the all-clear.

McGee's escorting him back
to NCIS as we speak.

Well, that's good to hear.

You know what else
would be good?

A little something I could use
in interrogation.

How about cause of death?

Read my mind.

Speaking of minds--
or heads, that is--

uh,
these two cranial contusions

along with a hairline fracture

on her scapula,

broken tibia

all point to blunt force trauma.

From what?

Well, her injury pattern is
very consistent

with a fall of some kind.

Well, we know the Radners
argued a lot.

Maybe things got physical,

Sam snaps,
punches Emma in the head,

shoved her down the stairs.

Based on her injuries,

I'd say that's
a probable theory.

And then he puts her body
in the back of his truck...

Dumps her in the woods
in an area he's familiar with.

And just to be safe, he has
his truck professionally cleaned

right after his trip to Florida.

This probable theory

just keeps getting more
and more probable.

It's McGee.

They have Radner
in interrogation.

Showtime.

I loved my wife.

And she loved me, too.

Then why was she thinking about
leaving you?

She wasn't. Who told you that?

Her therapist.

Up until now,
she wouldn't break

her doctor-patient privilege.

Because Emma could
have been alive.

But she wasn't.

And when we finally
found her body,

her therapist told us

that Emma was considering
divorcing you.

Is that why you killed her?

Because you couldn't live
without her?

You know, you're right.

I can't live without her.

But I didn't kill my wife.

Five months of not speaking
without a lawyer,

and now Radner's pleading
his case?

You definitely had
an effect on him.

Got to say,
he's a hell of an actor.

I'm not so sure he's acting.

You and Ms. Hines

thought he was guilty
from the beginning.

So, what happened
in that house?

He said he was innocent.

Don't they all?

And most of the time,
they're lying.

But the look in his eye,

that told me he wasn't.

Kasie. She has something.

Go.

What took you so long?

You just texted me
three minutes ago.

Oh, really?
Felt like a lot longer.

Probably because I have got
something big.

You remember episode three

- of the podcast?
- The flower episode?

Bingo! Okay.

So, Sam sent Emma
a bouquet of flowers

from Florida.

Peonies.

The cops' theory was
that Sam killed her

and then sent her the flowers

to pretend like
he didn't know she was dead.

Yeah, well, I just finished
testing and logging

all the debris found on Emma,

and discovered a substance

above her left ear.

Pollen residue.

Well, she was in the woods
for five months,

so that would make sense.

But you did not
call me down here

- because that makes sense.
- Ooh.

You know me so well.

The residue wasn't from a tree.
It was from a flower.

Please tell me that's
a dead peony.

That it is,
and I do not have to tell you

this overpriced flower

definitely does not
grow in the woods.

Now, check out this photo
from the crime scene.

How many flowers do you count?

Eleven.

I count 11.

Yeah, 11 it is,

which is definitely
one short of a bouquet,

but why would Emma
take just one flower?

Sam said that Emma liked to wear
a fresh peony over her ear.

I-If Emma got the flowers
and took one...

That means Emma was alive
after Sam left went to Florida.

And he definitely
didn't kill his wife.

Then who did?

Oh. You can take it.

No, no, you take it.

The department stud
can't go hungry.

Department stud?

When has anyone
ever referred to me

as the department stud?

Oh, the host of a very
misleading podcast, that's who.

Come on, really? The podcast--
you're still on that?

Am I still on that?
I don't know. Maybe, maybe not.

Because the podcast boy
has taken it upon himself

to erase my contributions,
and what makes matters worse,

he won't return my phone calls.

So, yeah,
I think I'm still on that.

- Oh, come on.
- Come on, what are you doing?

I am just making this easy
on you guys.

All right, guys.

What do we know?

Well, we know that
Sam sent Emma flowers

after he landed in Florida.

TORRES:And we know the cops
found the flowers

on the Radners' porch.

Which, according to
the original cops on the case,

meant that the flowers
were delivered

after Emma had
already been killed.

But we also know that
Emma not only saw the flowers,

but she took one of them.

So, you got to think that
she brought that vase inside.

But according to
the original police report,

there were no prints
on the vase.

Mc
All right, so someone kills her,

wipes the vase clean,

then plants the flowers
back on the porch to frame Sam?

No evidence of
forced entry.

Who else had access
to the house?

We don't know.

But we got the guy who would.

So... that's it?

I... I can go?

Yes.

As soon as we process you out.

Thank you.

For believing in me.

Well, we believe
in the evidence,

which proves that
you did not kill Emma.

But then who did?

We don't know.

But, uh, we're hoping
you can help us.

I mean, how? I don't...
I don't know anything.

Who would have had
access to your house

besides your
sister-in-law, Molly?

Uh...

There was our-our friend
Walt Freeman.

Emma's old coworker.

Why exactly did he have a key?

Uh, he'd come over
and water our plants

when we'd go on vacation.

Uh, he'd do some handyman stuff.

And what was Emma and Walt's
relationship like?

Um, close.

I mean, she was
his teaching assistant

in her first job out of college.

And then,

he became her mentor and,
uh, eventually a father figure.

Any chance, uh,

Walt wanted something more?

Walt?

Are you kidding? No.

They were just friends.

Sometimes friendships
turn into infatuations.

And infatuations
turn into obsessions.

Walt Freeman taught psychology
for 25 years

at a local junior college.

McGEE:No glaring red flags
on the surface.

But below the surface... Things get a little creepy.

Walt had ten TAs
during his profession.

Each one was a bright,
young woman.

Walt had a reputation for, uh,

having a fondness
for these woman.

How much of a fondness?

Well, no formal complaint
was ever filed,

but I spoke to
two of the former TAs

and they said that

Walt was making
inappropriate compliments

during their time together.

He resigned five years ago.

But we're thinking that
the school forced him

into an early retirement.

Let's go ask Mr. Freeman

about his, uh, fondness
for Emma Radner.

Before you go...

I double-checked the vase

from the police's
evidence department,

and I found a print.

I thought it was wiped clean.

It was, on the outside.

But I found

a thumbprint

on the inner rim.

And when I ran it
through AFIS,

I got a match.

Hi, Molly. May we come in?

Oh, yeah. Of course.

Sorry to bother you.

This, uh, shouldn't
take too long.

It's okay, whatever you need.

Is this about Sam?

Sort of.

We're just planning
Emma's, uh, service.

It's overwhelming, but...
we're getting through it.

WALT:Now that you got
justice for Emma,

she deserves a proper burial.

We don't have justice
quite yet, but we will.

I thought you arrested Sam.

No, we let Sam go.

Let him go? Why?

He didn't kill your sister.

She did.

Me? Wh...
No.

You're making a mistake.
The only mistake

was you forgetting to wipe down

the inside of the vase

before you put it
back on the porch.

We found your thumbprint.

Wait, wait.

W-Why would I want to kill Emma?

Well, we wondered
the same thing.

Got a warrant
for your phone records.

You were sending
your husband dozens

of text messages
accusing him

of having an affair with Emma.

Nance Freeman,
you're under arrest

for the murder of Emma Radner.
Nance?

Nance? What did you do?

It was an accident. No.

Nance... I-I just wanted to
talk to her.

She said I was being ridiculous,

but I knew about them.

I-I grabbed her
to make her listen to me.

I'm so sorry. I never meant

for any of this to happen!

So, Nance really tried the whole
"it was an accident" excuse?

Yep, and then she accidentally
dumped Emma's body

in the woods and framed Sam
for the murder.

All 'cause she thought Walt
and Emma were having an affair.

Turns out they never were.

Jealousy makes people do
some very strange things.

Like, for example...

Whoa. Is that a microphone?

Yeah, that Curtis guy from
the-the basement hooked me up.

And why exactly
do you need a microphone?

Oh, Nick is starting
his own NCIS podcast.

Only way to get the facts
out there.

You seriously think

Vance is gonna let you have
a revenge podcast?

You're better than that.

No, I'm not.

No, he's-he's really not.

Besides, it's not
about revenge.

It's about telling our stories
to our fans.

Right, well,
I-I'm not really sure

that we have any fans, Nick.

I mean, not yet,
because they haven't heard

all the cool cases
we've worked on.

Like, uh, the one
where the guy was selling drugs,

uh, out of his ice cream truck?

Wait, the Jenkins case?

Seriously?

Yeah, I found a stash of cocaine
inside a tub of, uh, rocky road.

Yeah, only because I handed you
all of the evidence

on a silver platter.

I don't remember that.

Okay, Nick, that was my case.

That's why I got
a second microphone,

because I'm gonna need
a cohost.

Oh, no. No. No way.

Come on, you love podcasts.

Yeah, listening to them,
not making them.

Welcome to our podcast, uh,

forensic scientist

Kasie Hines.

Oh, my gosh, seriously, Nick.
I could never...

Hey,

all you true-crime fiends
out there in podcast land,

let's talk murder.

Ooh...

Ooh.

You know what
I miss the most about her

was her laugh.

She had a big laugh.

Like a Julia Roberts
in Pretty Woman kind of laugh.

I didn't realize
how unhappy she was.

I'm so glad Emma got
the justice she deserved.

Now that I'm not
fighting anymore,

it's all just hitting me.

You know, she's gone.

And it hurts like hell.

I know what you mean.

I recently lost some friends.

More like family, actually.

How did you get through it?

I'm not sure
you do get through it.

But you keep going.

And hopefully
you don't have to do it alone.

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

I don't ever expect you
to forgive me.

I already have.

Everything you said and did
was out of love for your sister.

And that's something
we both have in common.

Agent Knight?

Thank you.

You saved my life.

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