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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]