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Anthony?

Jane! You're back.

And working at your
uncle's Foundation.

Yeah...

How did you hear that?

I have my sources.

Um, do you have a moment for me?

Yeah, I do, I just, um,
you caught me off guard.

I'm sorry to surprise
you like this, I just...

I need your help.

You always used to work late so

I figured I would just take my
chances that you were awake.

Yeah, well,

the curse of a singer having
your best hours be at night.

It's really good
to see you, Jane.

I can't believe
it's been 15 years

since I've seen you in person.

You know, I'm teaching
theater at Moseby now.

Yeah, I saw that,
online actually.

Great photos, by the way.

So what's it like
teaching there?

Well it's not as exciting as
performing all over Europe.

Yeah, well, I'm sure it's
really rewarding, though,

to work with the students.

I mean, you're training up the
next generation of actors.

Yeah. Yeah it is.

Actually, we're getting ready

for the Edgar Allan
Poe Festival again.

Oh, yeah, wow.

The Poe Festival.

A lot of memories there.

Yeah, which actually
leads me to why I'm here.

I was preparing a photo
retrospective for the festival

and I came across something in
an old camera roll that's...

Been haunting me.

Well, it definitely could
have been more in focus.

Well, just look
at the background.

You see there's a figure there.

And I swear that
they're loading a body

into the trunk of that car.

So, you thought you saw
someone loading a body

into the trunk of a car and
you didn't call the police?

I saw someone loading something
into the back of a car!

And I didn't know if I
should call the police.

"Villains!" I shrieked,

"dissemble no more!"

"I admit the deed!
Tear up the planks!"

"Here, here!"

"It is the beating of
his hideous heart!"

Guys, get together.

I'm going to get a group
shot for the yearbook.

Yeah, that's good.

Come on, men. We're going to
miss the rest of the show!

What the...

Right?

All these years I thought it
was just a mistaken memory,

or an apparition in the fog.

But now...

Now you're wondering if you
witnessed an actual crime?

Looking at that photo, I
know I'm not crazy, right?

Well, it's hard to say.

It has been a few years
since I've seen you, so...

Honestly, though, I feel like,

I feel like I'm the narrator
in Poe's "Tell-Tale Heart".

The guilt, after all these
years of not saying anything,

it's just starting
to eat away at me.

Anthony, why didn't you
say something back then?

You were going through so
much after that night.

I mean, I probably would have
said something eventually if...

If I would have stayed.

Right.

I mean, I agree it
looks suspicious, but

this isn't really what
the Foundation does.

I don't mean to drag you
back to that night, I just,

I don't know where else to turn.

Well, you know what?

How about we start a
preliminary case file

and we'll just see where
we go from there. Okay?

Oh!

I hope we're not
interrupting anything.

No! Not at all.

John, this is Anthony,
a friend of mine.

We went to college together.

Detective John Cameron.

Detective.
And a handshake to match.

It's nice to meet you.

John works with us
at the Foundation.

He's our police liaison.

I help out where I can.

Anthony, it's been a long time.

Nice to see you, Sadie.

I was sorry to
hear about Harold.

Thank you.
He is greatly missed.

Actually, Anthony was here
looking for some answers

to an old question.

Well, I don't see a case here.

Well, the feeling at the
moment was bone-chilling.

I remember thinking
something was off.

No disrespect, Anthony.

But we can't
investigate a feeling.

Well, you have to admit it looks
a little suspicious, John.

Well, that grainy photo with
all the fog in the background?

I mean, taking out the trash
would look suspicious.

Well, I think I'm
going to dig in

and see if I can find something.

At least just to put
Anthony's mind at ease.

Okay.

I'll put in a missing persons
check for those dates

and see if anyone's still
looking for somebody.

That will tell us if there
is in fact a real crime here.

Perfect! That would
be really helpful.

Yeah, that means a lot.

Well, it's getting late.

Okay, I'd like to catch
you two up on some things,

so if you'll excuse us, Anthony?

Actually, Jane.

I was thinking that we could
go through some old yearbooks?

Maybe talk about the old days.

I think we can all
wait until tomorrow.

I'll show you both out.

Yeah.

My goodness.

You and Anthony looked
cozy when we came in.

Ha! Yeah.

Thanks for saving me
from that situation.

Yeah, it must have
been a surprise

to see him after
all these years?

Yeah, you're telling me.

Why is it you always look your
worst when you see an ex?

I think that's
the very laws of human nature.

Yeah.

So...

You two were deep
in conversation.

Yeah, we were.

It was starting to be a bit of
a dark trip down memory lane.

I'm worried about you diving
into memories from that night.

I don't think that it's
Anthony's intention

to bring up any sadness
about Mom's death.

But it's the same night
as she was killed.

The night of the
first Poe Festival.

And that's very
emotional territory.

Oh, I know.

I relive that
night all the time.

It was a major
factor in you deciding

to go away to Europe.

And ending things with Anthony.

Jane, you don't have
to take this case.

You know, this might
sound strange, Sadie,

but it's part of the reason
that I want to take the case.

It just feels like everything
around that night was,

I don't know, cursed.

I just don't want you to open
up that wound all over again.

That would imply that the wound
had healed in the first place.

You know what?

Maybe, maybe it will be an
opportunity for us to...

I don't know...

clear up some things about our
break up, get some closure.

Maybe.

Whoa!

Hey.

A little too much
coffee this morning?

Yeah, I guess I'm just
a little on edge today.

Are you investigating Anthony?

No no no no. I'm just doing
my due diligence, is all

He's a college professor
and an old friend.

I mean, I thought we believed
people who brought stories to

the Foundation, not
started questioning them.

It's just a real
lack of evidence

so we have to start
at the source.

Do you know why he took
so long to report this?

Yeah, because it was all just a
vague memory in his head until

he found those
pictures years later.

Well, that's exactly it.

I just don't think he's
a credible witness.

Well, right now he's
our only witness.

Yeah, I just don't think he's
telling us the whole story.

Well, if that's true, then I'll
be the one to figure that out.

So you two were together, huh?

Yes, we dated, but can we
please stay on topic here?

Did you run the missing
persons search?

No I didn't.

I just wanted to make sure
Anthony was on the level.

Hmm. Do I detect a
note of jealousy?

No no. Absolutely not.

Okay.

Now, what do you
remember from that night?

Um... Well,

I was on stage singing
when that photo was taken.

We went on right after Poe's
Ravens did their poetry reading.

I can probably find a
program from that night,

somewhere in the attic.

Okay. Anything else?

No, nothing, nothing right now.

But I am going to
see Anthony later,

so maybe we'll
remember some things.

And I'll be sure to
check on his credibility.

It's so good
to see you. Welcome.

Wow!

I'm impressed.

This is quite a step up
from the college dorm.

Yeah. Well, I decided to
trade in the milk crates

and get a real bookcase.

Um. Can I get you a drink?

No. Actually I just came to
brainstorm about the case.

Really?

Thank you.

Don't thank me yet.
I have zero leads. So...

What's going on in there?

Oh, yeah. I was thinking
about what John said

about the quality of the photo.

So I tracked down
the negative and...

Wow...

Of course you built
yourself a darkroom.

Yeah. It's my happy place!

Yeah, you always were a purist.

I can see you're not going
digital anytime soon.

Oh digital! Why would
you say that in here?

Ohhhh... Autofocus...

Megapixel!

No, stop! You're
giving me hives!

Well your work is
still really beautiful.

Emotional, even.

Thank you.

That means a lot
coming from a friend...

And fellow artist.

Let's see what we got.

Yeah, I was just
finishing these.

Hey, look at this!

Do you see that?

Is that a...

Is that a faculty
parking sticker?

It is! Oh my gosh.

Yes!

You know what?

I'll enlarge that and
I'll make some copies.

Perfect.

You know I think I actually will

take that drink
you were offering.

Okay.

Well, we're going to need some
sort of theory before we start

accusing anyone on the
teaching staff of murder.

It's so scary to think
that this may be someone

that I work with every day.

Or it could be someone

who hasn't taught at
the school in ages.

I'm going to need
access to the school

to fully investigate though.

You can't just walk in
there and ask for files.

Yeah, I'm going
to need an angle.

If only you were a teacher.

I could probably
pull some strings

and get you on the staff, but...

Huh. Well you know,
I might happen to know

a very qualified singing
teacher who could help.

I like you with black hair.

Yeah?

Should I do it for real?

I don't know. How does
it make you feel?

Like a beautiful, passionate,
intellectual woman,

raven-haired...

Edgar Allan Poe?

Definitely.

But do I look like a visiting
vocal arts professor?

You have me fooled.

Now we just have to pick
out the right clothes.

Well, what do you think?

I think it says, you can trust
me with all of your secrets.

Perfect. Then I should have
a confession in no time.

The question will be from who?

It's time.

You don't want to be late for
your first day of school.

Hold it.

There!

You just posted that you can't
wait to meet your new students.

Perfect! Thank you.
I appreciate that.

And I appreciate you,
Jane Da Silva.

Go get 'em.

I will.

Wow! Professor Germaine told me
that you guys were talented,

but that was,
that was fantastic!

I'm so impressed.

You obviously have
the piece down,

so why don't we just work on
stage presence a little bit.

You.

Me?

Yes you with the fantastic alto.

Are you ready to add
in some dance moves?

Oh no. I can't do that,
Professor Emma.

Of course you can.
Don't be silly.

I get really nervous.

I don't even know if I'll be
able to perform in the show.

I see...

Hey, you got a minute?

Yeah. Yeah.

Ah, you know what you guys?
Class is dismissed for the day.

We'll catch up later.

Did you find anything?

Ah, maybe.

Why don't you grab your stuff
and meet me at the library.

Okay, be right there.

Hey.

I thought we were
meeting in the library.

Forget the library.

Anything on the record
is just puff pieces

about how wonderful
the school is.

Now the real gossip is
in the faculty lounge.

I'm camping out there asking
unsuspecting professors

about anything juicy.

And lo and behold, people love
to divulge their secrets!

Oh! Do tell!

Mr. Genoah.
Do you remember him?

Yeah, he used to teach
elocution, right?

Exactly. Well, he was laid off

for some improprieties
with the alumni fund.

Oh, interesting.

Yeah. And Dean Simpson,
who was a teacher then,

he had a real awful
split with his wife.

Like a real messy divorce that
ended with her running off

with their contractor to Mexico!

Oh!

Yeah, he was a wreck.

He was coming in late
to class and weeping,

and not showering,
stuff like that.

And he's the Dean now?

Yeah.

Oh, that's kind of juicy.
Anything else?

Ms. Pearce, she was
caught having an affair

with one of the
student's fathers.

And they were both
married at the time.

In France, that wouldn't
even raise an eyebrow.

Oh.

She also offered a scholarship
to her lover's kid

and they didn't qualify for
it so that was a big to-do.

Whoo. Now that's bad, yeah...

but none of these things seem
like a motive for murder.

Well, I know, but I'm just
looking for any wild card

behavior to give
you more to go off.

And you did always
love the gossip.

Yes. And you can't
write this stuff.

It's been nice hanging
out with you again.

Yeah. And it's nice to
be with you at Moseby.

Right. I can't believe it.

Oh, ah, before I forget.

I got Sylvia in Admissions to
write a list of all the faculty

that have been here
for 15 years or more.

Oh, that is super helpful.

You know what? I'm going
to go finish up in class

and then I'm going to
check in with John.

And I'll catch up
with you later. Okay?

Thanks.

Hey.

Hey.

Any heat on the cold cases?

Well, you tell me.

Well, here are the four missing
persons from that time frame.

Oh.

Well, that's great.

I mean, not great that
they went missing.

Well, fortunately they've all
been identified or found alive.

That doesn't sound too
unfortunate for their families,

but I know what you mean.

It just means no leads
for the mystery body.

But all that means is that
nobody filed a police report,

right?

Right. It doesn't rule out
a crime, it just means that

no one's been looking for
anyone during those two weeks.

What kind of person goes missing

and doesn't have
someone report it?

Are there circumstances
that you've seen where

missing persons
reports aren't filed?

Well, I've seen it occur if
someone's new in the country.

Maybe they've gone undocumented
and the family didn't want

to report it due to
fear of deportation.

Right.

Or maybe they were brought
to the country under duress?

Or maybe it was
a foreign student

whose family didn't report
them missing, for some reason.

Maybe.

Are those new suspects?

Just possibilities.

These are the professors that
were at the school 15 years ago.

We have Professor Jacob Penn,

who teaches in the
literary department.

And we have Yvonne Savage.

She teaches costumes
and set design.

And then...

We have Andrew Simpson who

taught in the drama department
before he became Dean.

Hmm.

I like Penn.

He looks familiar.

I'll check for priors.

Okay. And I'll start
with Yvonne Savage.

Ahem.

Welcome.

Wow, I feel like I've stepped
into Edgar Allan Poe's lair.

Oh, yes I know.

It's as though the 1850's
has exploded in my office.

It must be quite fun, though,
getting everything ready

for the Poe Festival.

I do love it.
But this time of year

I'm hard-pressed to find a seat
for a fellow faculty member.

Oh, well. That's fine.
I can stand.

Really, I just wanted
to come say hello

since we're both
working on the show.

Well, it's wonderful
to meet you.

I love your hair.

Oh! Thank you.

Um, I was also wondering if you
might have a contribution for

the photo project that Anthony's
working on for the festival.

I mean, Professor Germaine.

Photo project?

Yes, it's a photo retrospective
of the Poe Festival

over the years.

I understand you were there
for the very first one.

That certainly was a big night.

Good performances?

I actually didn't see much
of the show that night.

Oh, really. Why is that?

As I recall, there were some
rowdy kids in the hall and

I believe it was Professor
Jacob Penn who needed my help

with the situation.

Oh, so, you were
in the hall then

and not out in the parking lot?

Why would you ask me that?

No reason, I just, ah,
somebody else has said that

there was a disturbance
in the parking lot, so...

What kind of disturbance?

Oh, just college kids doing
their thing I'm sure.

Unless you heard
some other details?

No. No details.

But I will take a
look to see if I have

any photos from that night.

Or any others over the years.

Fantastic, thank you.
I appreciate your time.

Thank you for coming
by, Professor Wiley.

Ah, yes.

I wanted to welcome
you to Moseby.

Anthony speaks
very highly of you.

Oh, well, thank you. It's
quite wonderful to be here.

I have a wonderful
group of students.

Oh, well, the students are
giving you glowing reports, too.

Oh really?

Yes. It bodes well for you
continuing to cover for

Professor Levy while
they're on maternity leave.

And I must say, you
seemed to have captured

the very essence of what the
Edgar Allan Poe Festival

means to this institution.

Well, I am quite
familiar with his works.

Hmm, it all does seem familiar.

Please sit.

So, how is the
performance coming along?

The music department
is expected to be

the very fabric of the evening.

Oh, it's terrific.

Such talent in the
singing program.

But the board is a little
skeptical about having

a real live touring
singer take over.

But they are hoping that you
can give the students a real

preparedness for what a career
in the musical arts looks like.

But they're worried that you
might not be grounded enough.

Oh, please don't worry
about that at all.

I am the poster
child for grounded.

Hmmm...

Where did you say
you taught in Europe?

Oh, it was at the, uh,
Parisian Academy...

des Voix Humaines?

It's in the Sixth.

Well, huh, I trust that if
there's anything I can do

to make your stay more
productive or comfortable

you'll let me know.

Yes. Well, you know,

in fact I do have one
question for you.

Anything.

Does the school have an official
policy on undocumented students?

Oh, I thought
you were going to ask me

about the food in
the commissary.

Um, yes, it's allowed
under federal law.

And we changed our private
policy some years ago so that

it no one longer discriminates
against undocumented students.

But as far as I know, there's
no one currently enrolled

who's in that situation.

Why do you ask?

Would it be possible to search
back records, say 15 years?

What's this about?

Well, I met a woman on campus
recently who was looking for

an acquaintance of hers that
she knew from back then,

and she was fairly sure that
the student didn't have an

official visa, so it's made the
search much more complicated.

Well, if you give me a name,

I can have Sylvia in
Admissions look into it.

Oh, you know, unfortunately no.

It seems to be of a
rather sensitive nature.

Oh, I see.

Well, without a name I don't see
how I can possibly help you.

Hmm...

But you were a professor
back then, correct?

Perhaps the situation rings
a bell with a student?

Don't you have a class
starting in a few minutes?

Oh! Yes. Indeed I do.

I'm still getting
use to my schedule.

Thank you so much for
your time, Dean Simpson.

My pleasure.
The door is always open.

Thank you.

It's just like an acting
performance, right,

or an oil painting.

There's a bit of the artist
infused into the work.

I like to call it
singing from the heart,

but the deeper explanation
is that we all bring

our own histories to
each piece of music.

Our own challenges,
our fears, our secrets.

It's why you'll notice
that you'll sing a piece

very differently if
you're in a good mood

versus if you're in a bad mood.

But it's our job as vocal
performers to be able to access

those feelings and bring that
emotion and nuance to our voice.

You act a role, you
don't just sing it. Okay?

All right. See you next time.

I have Professor Savage next.

I asked
her for a short extension

and she went off on me.

Apparently she was
never the same

after the nervous breakdown.

Really.

I know it's here somewhere...

I do appreciate you looking for

anything from the
previous Poe festivals.

I'm hoping to use it
to inspire my students.

I'm always happy to
help a colleague.

Even if I really should be
preparing tomorrow's lecture.

Well, thank you for your
time, Professor Penn.

I'm hoping to make an impression
on the administration as well.

Maybe work towards
something more permanent.

Yes, well, it's never
easy being a substitute,

Miss Wiley, but
perseverance does pay off.

Right Bartholomew?

Ah, so, do you happen to
remember hearing anything about

an incident at the
first Poe Festival?

I believe there was something
about some rowdy kids?

The first Poe Festival?

When was that?

Oh, maybe, fifteen years ago.

Fifteen years.

Who can remember that far back?

Well, Professor Savage seemed
to have it all right up here.

That woman is a vault.

I'm sure that's why
she's so high strung.

Ah, well...

Do you remember anything
else about the evening?

Did you see any of the show?

As a matter of fact, yes.

I watched Jane Da
Silva's performance.

She was our rising star.

Oh, really?

A talent to be sure but then
she just seemed to disappear.

After that unfortunate
family incident.

Oh. Family incident?

Yes, her mother passed.

In any case, Jane put on
a fantastic performance,

that's what I remember.

Oh, and chaperoning
the dorms afterwards.

I was in charge of
the dorms back then.

Did any students
happen to go missing

from the dorms that evening?

What are all these
questions about?

Rowdy kids?
Missing students?

Oh, I just have an
inquisitive mind, is all,

like asking questions.

I remember!

There they are!

These are the photos from
all the Poe festivals

through the years.

With a heavy emphasis on the
literary performances of course.

Thank you so much,
Professor Penn.

These are wonderful!
I really appreciate it.

You take good care
of them please.

They're the originals.

I'll do you one better
and I will scan them

and have digital copies made.

Wonderful, thank you.

Let me just check
that I got them all.

Thank you so much,
Professor Penn.

I have to be getting to class.

Professor Savage had her
memories on speed dial

from that night.

It was super weird.

Suspicious. And why would
you remember something

from 15 years ago if it
wasn't something momentous?

Yeah.

And Professor Jacob Penn had
that raven mask in his cabinet!

Do you think they were
in on it together?

I wouldn't put too much
stock into the raven mask.

You can buy them online
or at any costume store.

And would you really keep
the same mask for 15 years?

We can't rule them out.

Why don't we go through our
own individual experiences

from that night?

Maybe we can jog some memories.

Okay.

I brought the yearbook and the
theater program from that night.

I didn't see anything
of interest, but,

I don't know, maybe you
should take a look.

I was shooting 35 millimeter
photographs all night

for my photography class.

The outdoor poetry readings,
the concert inside.

And of course, lots
of photos of you.

You looked gorgeous that night.

I must gone in and out of that
entrance gate a dozen times.

The only people in raven masks
were the spoken word performers.

And they're all present and
accounted for in the photos.

After the incident I
was a bit shaken up.

I went to go change
film rolls and

I watched the end
of the concert.

As soon as it was over I
went backstage to see you.

And I was backstage or onstage
basically all night.

I don't really remember
anything unusual.

You know, nobody
missed their cues,

no performers went missing.

Once the crowd thinned out I
went backstage to get my stuff

and then I went outside.

I never made it to the
formal dance that night

because Uncle Harold was
there to pick me up.

That's when you found out.

Yeah.

I didn't know what happened.
And I couldn't find you.

And you weren't at the dorm.

I was a mess.

But we didn't leave any
later than 10:30pm.

And this photo
was taken at nine.

You know what? It's late.

Why don't we call it a night?

Yeah, we can keep
digging tomorrow.

- Okay, yeah...
- Yeah...

You, you keep that.

And I'll... I'm going to go.

New episode for "Make-Do
Murders" came out this morning.

It's my favorite podcast.

Well, actually, I like anything
that's gory and weird.

Un. Ex. Pected

Pretty sure I know who done it.

But, what can I help
you with, dear?

Well, actually, I am the new
substitute singing teacher.

Oh!

Yes, Emma Wiley.

Nice to finally meet you.

Well, of course, if things had
gone through the proper channels

I would have met you weeks ago.

Oh, well, I'm so sorry.
Did I do something wrong?

Oh no not you, dear.

People flout the rules
all over the place here.

I've gotten used to it.

What can I do for you?

Well, I have a friend
who lives overseas

and she was wondering about
admissions for her daughter.

Oh, all right. Does she
have the transcripts?

I believe so.

And what about
English proficiency?

TOEFL or IELTS?

Actually I think her questions
were more in regards to

what sort of paperwork, or
administrative protocol,

would need to be followed and
what exactly she'd need to file?

Well, usually a valid
passport is required.

Then some sort of standard
test, like an SAT for example.

Oh. And how long do you
keep those records for?

What does that matter
for your friend?

We keep our records after
ten years in deep storage.

And is that here, or...

At a secure facility.

Not at the school.

Interesting.

Fascinating, yes.

Yes, yes.

Well, I should be
getting to my class.

So you think she's
covering something up?

A secure facility where
they keep old records?

Come on.

That sounded like
a complete untruth.

Maybe you could cross-reference
with Dean Simpson.

You know, I don't
have any proof,

but if it was a student that
was being put into that car,

then that means that
somebody went missing

when they were in the
care of Moseby College.

And that would be a major
liability for the school.

Yeah.

But who's behind the mask?

Ouch!

Hey Jane?
I hope you don't mind.

I let myself in!

You left the window open!

Whoa whoa whoa!
Hey, stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!

Detective John Cameron.

You've some explaining to do.

So let me get this straight.

You broke into the house

with the intention of
finding clues for a crime?

Or a conspiracy.

So you committed a
crime to solve a crime.

Well, you know how police
work goes, detective.

Sometimes you have to bend
the rules to uphold them!

All right.

What were you expecting to find?

Well, as I said, there is
something fishy about that

new substitute professor at
Moseby College where I work.

Emma Wiley.

Well, if that is her real name.

She was asking
some very pointed questions

in the Admissions office.

Very pointed!

This is ridiculous.

He's not getting
anywhere with her.

Okay, you have to
understand that fishy

doesn't give you the
right to break and enter.

Sorry.

Will I need a lawyer?

This is a waste of time.

Jane, what are you doing?

Wait a minute.

You're Jane Da Silva!

You caught me.

Now can you please spare
us the conspiracy theories.

I never forget a face.

Jane is an ace
consulting detective.

Brilliant mind for deduction.
And she reads people like a pro

Well, that may be true,

but her snooping techniques
could use some work.

Huh!

In light of this revelation, my
actions have been validated!

Not quite, Sylvia.

But, I'd like to
talk about a deal.

I'm listening.

Well, Jane Da Silva here,

she's undercover at your
school as Emma Wiley.

She's uncovering an
identity theft ring.

At Moseby?

Yeah, that's right.

And we're hoping to get
an agent on the inside.

I can do that.

I watch the mysteries on
television all the time

and I'm always a step ahead.

Hmm. I bet you are.

What do you need me to do?

Well, first off, we'd like to
have access to the 2008 records.

I can't do that.
Deep storage.

Why are you lying
about the files?

I'm not lying!

Okay, so if I get a warrant
to search the archives,

I'm not going to find any
file from that semester?

Sylvia, will you
please answer the question?

Okay!

I'm guilty!

The archives are a mess!

What?

I've been meaning to
organize them for years,

but there's always
something more pressing.

So they're not in the storage?

No, they're sitting in the
back of the Admissions office,

just like you suspected.

And they're in
complete disarray.

Oh, I'm so humiliated!

Sylvia, thank you
for being so candid.

And because of your
forthright honesty,

I think we can trust you
with an undercover task.

What task?

Well, we'd like you
to be on the lookout

for a certain
person of interest.

We call him... Mr. Tangerine.

Whoa.

Now, his M.O. is to infiltrate
Admissions offices to steal

personal information for the
purposes of identity theft.

So if I cooperate,
I get to go free?

Absolutely.

All right. So I will
see you all at rehearsal later.

Hey!

So, how are you
feeling about the show?

I still don't want to do
it, but I know I have to.

Oh come on! We got to
work on your enthusiasm.

Have you talk to your counselor?

I've been working on my anxiety.

Okay, good.

Because it would be a crime to
keep that voice from everyone.

Okay?

I'll see you later.

Good job today.

Hello, Sylvia.

I'm not here.

Okay...

The key...

The key.

Oh.

What?

Like season three
of "Make-Do Murders".

Oh boy, do I have
to spell it out?

It's a skeleton
key to the school.

Opens any door.

Plus, we loan it
out on the regular

and I give you permission.

Yeah.

Come on. It's fine.
We have permission.

Not from Professor Penn.

No. From the institution.

Yeah, that counts.

Yeah, the raven mask
is right over here.

Man, this place is creepy.

Yeah.

He definitely
has peculiar taste.

Here. Hold
this for a second.

Sure.

There we go.

Pretty dull otherwise, though.

Nothing else interesting?

No. No signed confessions
from 15 years ago.

All right. Come on.
Let's go.

Yeah.

Well, this is
an interesting piece.

Do you know what this is?

Yeah, that's a
Japanese Daruma doll.

They're good luck charms.

Well, that's specific.

Well, maybe he
traveled there or something.

The files are over here.

Find something interesting?

Huh. Yeah.

I think I found
Professor Savage's alibi.

Looks like the night of the Poe
Festival she got served with

custody papers from
her ex-husband.

That would send anybody
into a tailspin.

Yeah.

- Here take a look.
- Sure.

Inquired regarding whereabouts

of Jane Da Silva, no
information given.

Huh.

Recuse yourself? Why?

I just feel like there's a lot
of personal entanglements here.

You mean us.

I didn't know that you
tried to look for me.

Oh, well... I mean everyone
was pretty concerned

when you just sort of took off.

No, this was years later.

I just don't think that
my past feelings for you

should have any bearing on
the importance of this case.

It just, it makes
me wonder, is all.

Wonder what? Do you think
I'm making this up?

No. I just, it
made me wonder if,

I don't know, if you weren't
feeling nostalgic or something,

and you wanted to stir things
up for old time's sake.

You think that I brought
this case to you

as a ruse to try to
rekindle our romance?

No.

Anthony, I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to imply...

No!

You can recuse
yourself, or whatever,

but I'm going to
keep going, okay.

I owe it myself.

And I owe it to whoever
was in that trunk

to get to the bottom of this.

But what if there wasn't
someone in the trunk?

What if it wasn't a body?

What if all of this is
in your imagination?

Do you believe that?

Look, I don't know
what I believe anymore.

I just know that there's
a lot of dead ends.

Well, maybe this is
bringing us to a time

that you'd rather forget.

Yeah.

I should go.

Hey, Jane.

I think I've found something
interesting from that time but

I don't think it has anything
to do with Anthony's case.

There is no Anthony's case.

You were right.

I'm sorry. I think I
have a bad connection.

Did you just say I'm right?

Well you were
partially right anyway.

It was a bad idea to use any
of the Foundation's resources

when we didn't have any
significant evidence.

Well, if we're
going to close the case,

perhaps we can meet to
go over the details.

Yeah, okay.

I guess it's sad that
you won't be seeing

the Poe Festival through.

Yeah, it is.

I'm missing teaching already.

It's breaking my heart
that I can't be there

for those students but

Anthony thought it would be
better this way all round.

Well, I don't know about that.

You seemed to have a really good
connection with those kids.

And a real fresh
perspective on that Poe guy.

Thanks.

So, what can the Foundation
do for your mystery find?

Why don't you come
by the station to discuss?

- Hey.
- Hey!

Too much of a stereotype?

Oh, no. A classic.
Thank you.

What you got?

Well, a grieving family
lost their daughter

many many years ago.

They just stopped
hearing from her.

It's like she fell off
the face of the earth.

Hmm. Give me some details.

Well, her name is Nami Hisako.

She was 34 years
old when her family

filed a missing persons report.

Now they didn't know why she was
in America, but that's the last

place she phoned them from,
right after she disappeared.

The phone records all check out.

Sounds like it could be a
good case for the Foundation.

Yeah, I had a feeling your heart
would go out to the family.

I tried to contact them
through a translator but

unfortunately there
was no new information.

Did they say why she
was in Baltimore?

You know, they weren't
very forthcoming.

Either they really didn't know
or they're hiding something.

I mean, why would a family who's
been missing their daughter for

years not want to do everything
that they could to find her?

You know, maybe
she was all right.

Maybe she just didn't want to
talk to her family anymore and

wanted to start a
new life of her own.

Yeah, maybe. But, I don't know,

after all these years and they
still haven't heard from her.

Yeah. Yeah, it's possible
she was fine but

after all these years,
foul play is more likely.

Those poor parents.

And that poor young woman.

Yeah, well, at least
they have us, right?

Yes they do.

Well, I'll run Nami's name
and see how and where

she entered the country
and we'll go from there.

Okay. And once we get
her port of origin,

I can figure out what her
timeline was the country.

All right, great!

All right.
I'm going to head out.

But I will order us some dinner
at the Foundation office later?

Hmm. Yeah, it's a date.

Okay.

Six Nami Hisakos
have gone through official

citizenship applications
over the past ten years,

but there's no ID match
to the family's photo.

Hmm. And you said her
family wasn't even sure

why she was here, right?

That's where I think they
weren't being truthful.

Well, we have a name.

So at least it's a start.

True but I haven't
found anything on her

through the usual places.

I'm going to start
sending her details

through other official
channels now.

Well, it might be time to try
some unofficial channels.

Excuse me.

So, you must be
missing rehearsals.

Yeah, you know, I am.

I forgot what it's like to
be in a full production.

Kind of exhilarated by it all.

Hmm. I'm sorry it
didn't work out.

Here's hoping that Nami's
case has a better ending.

Well, she's got the best
team anyone could ask for.

I just
don't know how this happened!

I mean, they just left
her in that car to die.

I can't do this!

Do what?

Do us. I'm sorry.

How did you get this report?

I'm afraid my source
needs to remain anonymous.

Oh... The internet?

Maybe.

- Hmm.
- Huh.

So, it looks like Nami Hisako
entered the country three months

before the night in
question as Hana Oharu.

Well, I'll run this new name
and keep you both posted.

Great. Thanks John.

So, are you sad not to be
helping with the Poe Festival?

Yeah, I am.

I mean, those kids were
so great and talented.

It's going to be
a fabulous night.

Well why don't you help?

Oh I don't know.

I feel so bad about
pretending to be that

professor to those students.

And I...

To be honest, that night
holds a lot of dark memories

for me and I was a little
uneasy going back to them all.

Sometimes coming full
circle can offer closure.

I know your mother
would want that for you.

Well, I had hoped for that,
but...

I think I know in my heart
that the only way I'm going to

find closure is if I find
out what really happened

to Mom that night.

With all our resources,
we've never been able

to crack her case.

You know, it just never
made sense why she was

on the other side
of town that night.

I know, Jane. I know.

Just the way you like it.

Oh! Thanks, John.

Thanks for meeting me here.

Yeah.

So I'll been over at
the immigration office

following up on Sadie's lead.

Oh. Anything turn up?

Well, I wish I had more news.

Hana Oharu has completely
disappeared since using those

phony documents to
get into the country.

There's no record
of her living here,

or leaving the country,
so she might still be here.

Of course this
couldn't just be easy.

I mean, she could
still be in Baltimore.

Or anywhere else in the country.

Or nowhere in the
country at all.

Hey well, don't lose heart.

We haven't even started
canvassing yet,

see what people remember.

Hey.

Is something else on your mind?

You know, actually,
there's been something

I've been wanting to
talk to you about.

Everything okay?

It's about my mom,
the night she died.

Yeah, the hit and run.

Right.

Well, that night there
was one eye witness

who said that they
saw a partial plate.

R. O. B.

I've played that in my
head a million times.

R. O. B.

But they could never
trace it to any vehicle

that had been in an
accident or anything.

Hmm. It could have
been fake plates.

Any scumbag who
leaves an accident

probably has other
crimes to hide.

Exactly!

I know that now,

now that I'm helping to solve
and investigate crimes,

but I just...

I just have so many regrets
about leaving back then.

Hey. Don't do that to yourself.

I mean, why did I leave
Sadie and Uncle Harold?

They needed me here.

I could have been trying to
help solve my Mom's case,

or at least, following
leads while there were some.

You weren't equipped
for that then.

Don't second guess your choices.

You had to protect yourself.

It's just, I made so
many rash decisions.

Like breaking up with Anthony?

Anthony?

No no no no. That was...

I don't regret that decision.

Anthony and I were
just not meant to be.

Oh! It's Anthony.

He wants to meet.

Wow! Well, he sure
has dramatic timing,

I'll give him that.

I'll tell him to come by.

Thank you for seeing me.

Jane, I know that you've
recused yourself, but there's

just something I want to
clear up for my own sake,

if that's okay.

I don't want to re-kindle
anything with you.

I can see that you guys are
working closely together now.

And I respect that.

I guess I just thought that
after all these years, it was

time to find the moment of truth
with you at the Foundation.

And with your help, John.

Anyway, I appreciate
all that you've done.

Of course.

Yeah, we're moving onto
another missing persons case.

Her family deserves
some answers too.

What, you've already moved on?

But why do you have a
picture of Hana Oharu?

That's our new case.

You know her?

Yeah, she used to work at Moseby
in the dining hall after hours.

She would clean up
and restock supplies.

You're kidding?

She used to make
me homemade maki.

Wait. Are you sure
this is the same woman?

Yeah. Definitely.

So, wait a minute.

So, Nami-slash-Hana is
connected to the college.

And to Dean Simpson!

That Japanese good luck
charm in his office.

Exactly.

And Anthony's potential
body in the trunk.

I mean, that was right
around the same timeframe.

It might not be that
far fetched after all.

I don't know what you
guys are talking about.

Well, I think your case just
got brought back to life.

And so did Professor Emma Wiley!

Thanks for returning my call.

I heard that you worked in the
dining hall of Moseby College

some years ago with a
woman named Hana Oharu.

Could you tell me
anything about her?

Do you know who would have hired

the dining hall
staff at that time?

Yes, please. If you
could find out.

And anyone you can think of

who might have crossed
paths with Hana Oharu.

Yeah.

Simpson! You in there?

Dean Simpson?

I am so impressed with
how hard you all have worked.

And your voices
sound incredible.

They're so in sync.

Now, I apologize that
I haven't been here

for the last two rehearsals.

I had a bit of personal business

that I had to wade through.

Sometimes you have to
listen to your energies.

But your energies are telling me
that you are ready to make this

the best Poe Festival that
Moseby College has ever seen!

Hello Jane, if that is
indeed your real name.

Hello Sylvia.

I was thinking...

along with the files that
were not sent off-site,

I have found many years of
security tapes backlogged.

I was wondering if that would be
any use to the investigation.

Absolutely!
That is amazing, Sylvia.

Thank you. You are the best!

Oh, I knew that my skills
would come in handy.

Absolutely.
Now I have to call John.

How can we access the footage?

I can let you into the lock up.

Sorry. I thought these were
going to be a great lead.

That's okay.

It kind of looks like my
mom's video collection.

She had every one of our

old holidays and
milestones recorded.

What I wouldn't give to
see some of that footage!

Yeah, that's definitely sealed

and available on a
need-to-know basis only.

Ah! Let me guess.
Deep storage?

No, no storage deep enough.

Oh! Bingo!

The week of the
first Poe Festival.

Oh great.

Lucky all these tapes
didn't get thrown out

when everything went digital.

Yeah.

I'm not sure if we're going to

find what we're looking for.

It could take us days
to find anything useful.

Yeah.

Wait!

Look!

Dean Simpson and Hana?

Whoa.

Were they a couple?

It certainly looks like it.

Oh ye of little faith.

There's trouble in
paradise, though.

Uh huh.

Dean Simpson! Police.

Open up!

Ah! It's open.

Jane! You can't just...

It's not breaking.
It's just entering.

Come on.

Okay, well, he's
definitely not here.

But we'll keep looking for him.

And we'll get someone
stationed at the school.

Oh, the school's going
to be chaos tonight

with the Poe Festival.

- That's tonight?
- Yeah.

The Dean needs to be
there, doesn't he?

Faculty usually attend,
but if he heard about

our investigation
he could have fled.

Right. Well, we'll stake
it out and hope he shows.

Yeah. Well, I can
cover backstage.

I have to be back there anyway.

Okay. And we have to get going.

We were never even here, John.

Right.

Welcome to the 15th Annual
Edgar Allan Poe Festival!

This is a rich tradition
here at Moseby...

I can't do this.

You did fine this afternoon.

Just sing your part and pay
no attention to the audience.

But listen to them.
It's packed out there.

Here, repeat after me.

I have a gift.

I have a gift.

I would be depriving the world

if I don't share
it with everyone.

I would be depriving
the world of my gifts

if I do not share with everyone.

And Professor Emma will kill me

if I don't get out
on that stage.

And Professor Emma will kill me

if I don't get out
there on stage.

Yes.

Now, you want to be
celebrating a victory. Right?

Not regret chickening out. Okay?

- Okay.
- All right.

Let's go do this. Come on.

You got it.

Poe's famous literary career
began here in Baltimore.

Which is also
where he met his wife

and where he died all too soon.

So we honor with
this celebration

that is now a tradition.

The first Poe Festival

set the standard for all
the festivals to come.

And tonight we look
back on all the alumni

who helped to bring
Poe's works alive.

Let the Festival begin!

Yes!

Please welcome Moseby's own

talented a cappella group...

All right! Go break a rib!

The Telltale Hearts!

No no no! Help!

Have you seen Emma Wiley?

She's supposed to
take over for me.

She's backstage.

No she's not.
No one's seen her.

And I can't find
Dean Simpson either.

He's in charge of the schedule.

Jane?

You'll never get
away with this! Help!

Jane!

Look, I don't know what
you're trying to do, okay,

but there's going to be a
lot of people looking for me.

Dean Simpson?

It was you?
You killed Hana Oharu?

No. I didn't kill her, Jane.

How do you know my name?

I saw through your
disguise on day one.

Even with the wig.

You did?

I just couldn't figure out why.

Well, Professor Anthony
Germaine has a photo of you

loading what looks like a
body into the trunk of a car

on the night of the
first Poe festival.

I just need a chance
to explain myself

before this all gets
blown out of proportion.

Well, I think that
ship has sailed.

Jane...

I need you to listen to me.

And I promise, I'll untie you.

Detective John Cameron
requesting back up

on my position immediately.

Hang in there, Jane.

When my wife left me

I was so lonely.

It was an incredibly
humiliating time for me.

I just wanted some company.

Some companionship.

So I started talking to
Hana through this agency

that brings women over to
America from other countries.

You mean like a
mail order bride?

Yes. This business, it seemed
completely legitimate to me.

They had all the
government documents.

I vetted them.

I even went to a Notary
to make sure that

this wasn't some kind of scam
because we were falling in love.

We were...

It was long distance but
we were falling in love.

So what happened next?

They brought her over.

We were together finally.

Life was perfect for awhile.

Like how we dreamed.

She was so bright and funny.

We had the life that we wanted.

But the first red flag

was learning that her
name wasn't Hana.

It was Nami.

The agency told her
that she needed

to use another name
for legal reasons.

When in fact, what
they were doing

was creating a fake ID for her.

Now I knew we should have
called the cops right away,

but I was just hoping
that no one would notice.

That we could just go on,

living our lives,
and everything would be okay.

But then this man came up to us

and told me we had to start
paying these extra fees.

And these fees weren't
part of the deal.

So I got suspicious.

But what other
choice did I have?

This agency, I don't know what
their reach is around the globe,

but it's extensive.

So I just wanted the problem
to go away, so I paid them.

But it was never enough.
We didn't have any more money.

Nami, she had a health issue
that was killing her appetite.

And we didn't know what it was.

And every series of tests seem
to point to something different.

And it was just
all so expensive.

But she was working at the
school at the time, right?

In the evenings?

Yes. But we were out of options.

Pretty risky.

We...

We were desperate.

She started getting
sicker and sicker.

And I begged her to stop.

I said don't work,
get some rest.

We fought about it.

And yes, I'm not proud to say,
we fought about it at work.

Yeah, we found
some security footage

of that argument.

Yes, I was so worried about her.

She said we needed to pay,

so we could give the
money to those...

Criminals.

Anyway, she insisted on coming
that night to the Poe Festival.

She saw how hard

I had worked the students
to build that performance.

She wanted to support me.

And then what happened?

It was when you went on stage.

I just need to close my
eyes for a few minutes.

Don't let me miss too much.

I want to see your students.

I'm so happy to be
right here with you.

I love you so much.

I love you more.

It was clear that

something was
different this time.

I'll be back. It's okay.

Her legs gave out.

And I rushed to her side.

It was so loud.

My head was spinning.
I was scared, and I panicked.

I still don't know why I did it.

I found a mask. A cloak.

Carried her to the car.

I just drove her home.

My love... was gone.

I am so sorry.

Thank you.

It's more than I deserve.

Whatever happened with
the criminal agency?

They kept threatening me

and collecting payments
after Nami's death.

They said they'd go
to the authorities.

To tell the authorities what?

To tell them Nami had passed.

Wait. You you never
reported her death?

So you just drove
her home and...

I drove her home.

I wanted her to be at peace.

In the home that she loved,
the home that we shared.

She's in the back yard.

Under her favorite
raspberry bush.

How could you keep
this from her parents?

Her parents didn't
approve of our marriage.

They cut ties with her and told
her to stop contacting them.

However they left
things with her,

they eventually
reported her missing.

They still cared?

Yes.

And they deserve
to know the truth.

I know.

I wrote them a letter.

I explained to them, how
much we loved each other.

How sorry I was.

And all the doctors we saw.

I even included all
the medical reports.

I don't know why.

They'd never be
able to understand.

I just couldn't mail it.

And now, I have this
heartbeat that rings.

I hear it every day,
ringing in my head,

reminding me how
much I love her,

but driving me mad too.

Listen, it's not too
late to do the right thing.

For Nami.

It's getting louder, Jane!

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

We got everything, though.
I got a full confession.

Great.

You can tell your story all
over again at the station.

Get me out of this, please.

Ah, ah, thank you.

Here, get rid of these too.

Thank you.

Oh man, I'm never going to look
at zip ties the same way again.

Hey. Did he hurt you?

No no, I mean, being stuffed
in the trunk of a car

wasn't exactly fun,
but he's no killer.

You certain about that?

Fairly certain, yeah.

In that envelope there are
all of her medical records

from before she died.

They'll shed some
light on things.

We'll also know more when
we examine the body.

Did he tell you where
the body's buried?

Yeah.

Right out back.

Under the raspberry bush.

Well, you were right, Jane.

He was telling the truth.

The medical examiner found that

Hana died of
complications from Lupus.

Such a traumatic story.

Yeah. What's going to
happen to Dean Simpson?

Well, it's not illegal
to bury a loved one

in your back yard in
the state of Maryland.

But not reporting a death
is a bit more murky.

Plus there's this little
matter of kidnapping you

and throwing you in
the trunk of a car.

Definitely frowned
upon by police.

Even after all that, I
still feel sorry for him.

Hana was so great.

I'm just glad I got to know her.

Thank you for helping her, Jane.

Of course.

It does sounds like this is all
going to take a little while

to get sorted out, though.

Yeah, it's a bit of a mess,

but I don't think
he'll do prison time.

Well, it really seemed
like true love.

And a true telltale heart.

By the way, guess who they got

to fill the shoes
of Dean Simpson?

- Really?
- Yeah.

Congratulations, Anthony.

Thank you.

There's no chance
I can get you to

take on a full time teaching
job at Moseby is there?

Well, um...

You know, I think the
Foundation needs me right now.

But I would love to come back

as a guest lecturer
from time to time.

From time to time.

I'll take what I can get.

Oh.

I almost forgot.

When I was enlarging
the crime scene photo

I made a mistake and I
blew up the wrong car.

Take a look at the car
next to Dean Simpson's.

It matches the
description of the one

that was seen at
my mom's accident.

Look at the licence plate.

Oh...

Anthony! I, I, I...

Wow.

A mystery for another day.