Midnight feedings? Dirty diapers?
- [CHUCKLES]
- I'm ready, Pop.
Nobody's ready.
- Okay, fine. I'm not ready.
- [CHUCKLES]
But I'm willing and able.
That's my boy.
Reporting for duty.
Isaac.
Where is the skywriter?
He should be here by now.
Lola, I promise,
that plane is gonna spell B-O-Y.
Better spell B-O-Y, because
raising a G-I-R-L is terrifying.
You've seen how my sisters turned out.
Wait, even you guys really
don't know what you're having?
No, Pops. That's the point.
All right, I think that
we should call the pilot
- or something because we...
- SERGIO: Shh!
I hear the plane. I hear the plane!
[POPPING]
Uh, what's that say?
SERGIO: It says you overpaid.
How much this set you back?
What the hell?
What is it?
I don't know, bird poop?
[PUZZLED MURMURING]
Oh, my God!
Get it off me!
[GAGS] It reeks. What is it?
Looks like some kind of
skin or something.
- From what?
- I don't know.
I think it's...
human.
[CHIMES]
[SIGHS] Well, that was odd.
What was?
I just passed Curtis Hubley
down by the tech trolls,
and he was wearing
an NCIS employee badge.
- Curtis who?
- He was an outside cyber consultant
that we used on a few cases
a couple years back.
Always, uh...
always been kind of an odd guy.
Speaking of odd,
I just got a really weird
message from Parker.
"It rained a body in Norfolk"?
Yeah, I got it, too.
What does it mean?
I think it means he needs
to spell-check his texts.
Hey, yo.
So, does this Bandium from Parker
actually say it rained a body?
It's obviously a glitch.
Yeah, I'm thinking Parker, uh,
did the voice-to-text option
and, uh, you know,
it translated incorrectly.
What would he have said that
would have turned it into
"It rained a body in Norfolk"?
Maimed?
- Claimed?
- Detained?
Good guesses but all wrong.
This time the Bandium
notification is correct.
It rained a body from the sky?
Piece by fleshy piece.
How the hell did that happen?
Damn good question.
Let's go find out.
So, other than the plane,
did you see anything else in the sky?
You mean besides the human body parts?
Yes, um, another aircraft?
Maybe a helicopter
or... hot air balloon?
You think some sicko was
dropping this stuff on us?
Well, we're, uh,
not exactly sure what we think yet.
Just tell us exactly what you saw.
ISAAC: Just the plane.
You don't think
the skywriter did this, do you?
Nope. Just got off the phone
with the pilot.
They record all their flights
for insurance purposes,
and he did not do this.
Did he, uh, say anything else?
Yes, actually, uh,
he said that he's sorry,
that his smoke pump didn't work.
And congratulations, that it's a girl.
A baby girl.
What a blessing!
Everybody, it's a girl.
- It's a girl.
- I'm gonna take a shower.
SERGIO: Yes, it's a girl.
Sorry, uh...
She was hoping for a boy.
Sweetie! It's gonna be fine.
Worst gender-reveal party ever.
Nick, I don't mean to harp,
but would you please
just mind watching
where you're stepping.
- I'm watching, bro.
- Really?
Is that why we have
a Torres-sized boot print
in that pile of superficial fascia?
I bet you didn't think
you were gonna ask that
- when you woke up this morning.
- Oh, gosh.
Yeah, all of this is fairly decomposed.
Several months, I would say.
We're gonna have to collect
quite a bit of it
if we want any sh*t
at collecting a viable DNA sample.
Would a, uh, fingerprint help?
Yeah, I've worked
a lot of strange cases,
but a raining body...
That takes the cake.
Yeah, well, technically,
it's only body fragments.
There's a lot more out there.
[GROANS] Can't get grosser than this.
Kasie's analyzing that fingertip
that you found as we speak.
But meanwhile, I actually found
something quite interesting.
All of these flesh chunks are covered
in organic secretion.
Yep, it got grosser.
I'm afraid to ask...
- what kind of organic secretion?
- No idea.
Just sent a sample up to Kasie
to run through Mass Spec.
Speaking of Kasie, where is she?
She just sent me a text.
Did she find an ID?
All she said was,
"Wine and misdemeanor,"
followed by a couple
of smiley emoji faces.
"Wine and misdemeanor"?
That's what we call
our Friday night get-togethers.
We listen to crime podcasts,
drink a little cabernet.
Or a lot of cabernet,
but that is neither
here nor there. Okay.
Out of all the podcasts
we have listened to,
what's the one
that stuck with you the most?
Easy. Desperately Seeking Emma.
The Radner case.
Obviously, right?
What's, uh, the Radner case?
Nick, you don't know who Sam Radner is?
He's the insurance salesman
who used to have all those
- really funny commercials on TV.
- Mm-hmm.
I don't watch TV
or listen to podcasts.
Okay, then let me do the honors.
Sam's wife Emma
went missing five months ago,
and the police always thought
he was involved somehow.
All circumstantial evidence
pointed to him,
but they could never arrest him,
because they couldn't find Emma.
Well, now Emma has found us.
- You're kidding me.
- Mm-hmm.
- That's Emma Radner?
- Mm-hmm. Yep.
Well, it's some of her.
This woman deserves justice.
Oh, hear, hear.
And the good news is, we are way ahead.
We already know pretty much
everything about this case.
- Mm-hmm.
- Do you know why pieces of her
fell from the sky?
Everything except for that.
Do you know where we can find
the rest of her body?
Or that.
How about cause of death?
What I meant by "everything" was...
we still have a lot of work to do.
Yeah.
KNIGHT: Emma Radner, -year-old
middle school teacher from Fairfax.
She's been missing for five months.
Last seen leaving a restaurant
while yelling at her husband Sam.
Yelling about what?
Emma caught Sam liking
his ex-girlfriend's photos on Facebook.
PARKER: That'll do it.
Hours later, Sam drove to Florida
on an impromptu business trip.
Never talked to his wife once
while he was gone.
Well, I'm not married,
but that sounds like
dog house territory.
No, that's more like "pack your bags
and find a new house" territory.
Three days later,
Sam returned home and
Emma was nowhere to be found.
He told the police that he had
no idea what happened to Emma.
Then he lawyered up
and never spoke again.
So, you don't believe him?
KASIE: No way.
And if you listened to the podcast,
you wouldn't either.
Okay, are we letting podcasts
run our investigations now?
No, of course not.
But the info on this podcast is legit.
Cops even participated
to help raise awareness
about Emma's disappearance.
MCGEE: I took a look at
the original police reports.
They, uh, always suspected foul play,
and Sam was prime suspect from day one.
He was the last person to see
her alive before he left town.
And he had his truck washed and detailed
the day he got back from Florida.
He lost his job, but he
didn't lose his freedom,
because without a body
they didn't have enough
evidence to arrest him.
We have a body.
Sort of.
All right, then pick him up.
I assume you'd like
to do the honors, Knight.
- It would be my pleasure.
- MCGEE: I'll go with you.
Oh, and let's, uh, be sure
to notify the next of kin.
- The sister, what's her name?
- Molly.
She lives right across
the street from the Radners.
Uh, Molly was on vacation
when Emma disappeared. Ugh.
They were best friends.
They did everything together.
Thanks, Kase. A valuable nugget.
In my heart, I still had hope.
But in my gut, I...
I knew she was gone.
We're sorry for your loss.
Sam.
I can't believe I actually
loved him like a brother.
He had us all fooled.
I hope that bastard fries.
So, you believe that he k*lled her?
Obviously he k*lled her.
Their marriage was toxic
the last couple years.
All they did was fight.
I bet he finally just...
snapped.
Promise me you won't
let him get away with this.
[KNOCKING]
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
- We got your message,
- Molly.
Oh, honey, what can we do?
There's nothing you can do.
Excuse me, you guys are...?
Walt Freeman. This is my wife...
KNIGHT: Nance.
Old family friends of Emma's.
Both girls are family.
Molly just called
and told us that Emma's...
I hadn't gone on vacation in years.
If I had been here, maybe I...
Sam's still living there
in my sister's house
as if nothing ever happened.
Well, that's about to change.
You finally gonna arrest him?
We just knocked on his door,
and he didn't answer,
and the door was locked.
But we left an agent outside,
and as soon as he comes home,
we're gonna bring him in
for questioning.
He's home now.
Watching us.
If you want to go get the bastard,
I have the key.
True crime podcasts?
You know, I get the appeal
for regular people
- but not for us.
- Why not?
I'm a fan of a good old whodunnit
from time to time.
Yeah, but we deal with murders all day.
Why would we want to do it at night?
It's like an accountant, uh,
listening to a podcast
about crunching numbers.
Well, I figured you'd at least be a fan
of that one podcast,
since it's all about
your old NCIS investigation.
Oh, you work fast, Kasie.
What do you got for us?
Hold on, hold on.
Why didn't anyone tell me
there was a podcast about us?
Uh, well, how did you not know
there was a podcast about us?
You heard it? Which case?
Uh, it's that one from a few years back,
where a petty officer had
his brake line cut by that senator.
- Blah, blah, blah.
- Hey, that's my case.
- Is it?
- Yeah.
I interviewed the victim.
I made the collar,
and I got the confession.
I mean, it was legendary.
I saw it like a...
like The Matrix, you know?
Everything just kind of
lined up and... you know?
Uh, we're gonna have to
circle back to that, Nick,
because I have something that
will make this case legendary.
I figured out
how Emma rained from the sky.
Vultures.
Vultures?
I analyzed the secretion
Jimmy found on the body parts.
Turns out, it was stomach bile.
Stomach bile from vultures?
Yep, I found this vulture feather
on one of the pieces of flesh
you bagged.
Of course. Vultures regurgitate
as a defense mechanism.
You just know that?
I'm a fan of fowl.
But if they were flying through clouds
and then nearly collided
with a skywriting plane, then...
- They'd be scared enough to vomit.
- Ah...
The vultures must've discovered
Emma's body and eaten the remains.
Kasie, I'm pretty sure
that vultures nest close
to their food source.
That is exactly what The Wildlife
Society told me when I called them.
If we find the vulture,
we find the body.
Did you ask Wildlife
if they're still tagging
the locals with GPS chips?
As a matter of fact, I did.
I've already got the tech trolls
working on the coordinates.
CURTIS: Whew, that's a lot of steps.
[SIGHS] The GPS coordinates
you asked for, Ms. Hines.
Sorry it took so long.
I had to run up the stairs.
Uh... it's Kasie,
and what ever happened to email?
And the elevator?
Pardon?
It's just...
the cyber division usually sends things,
you know, electronically.
Cyber.
Makes sense. I'm new.
Curtis Hubley, the new guy.
So the elevator's not broken, then?
Uh, no, Curtis.
And, uh, I think you're being hazed.
Me, too.
But I kind of like it.
I was told to get a notarized
receipt for that file.
Not a thing?
Who was that guy?
Somebody else's problem.
But he did bring us the coordinates
for those tracking chips.
Okay, the chips are geolocated
in Twin Rivers Park,
south of Yorkville.
Torres, you up for a hike?
I wear my boots to work.
PARKER: I'll take that as a yes.
Thanks, Kasie.
PODCAST HOST [OVER EARBUDS]:
And that's when,
all thanks to the hard work
of Special Agent Timothy McGee,
NCIS was finally able to identify
- and catch the k*ller...
- Torres.
- And bring justice to the family.
- Torres!
Yeah?
Maybe take a break from that case
and focus on this one.
- Yeah, yeah, you're right.
- Thank you.
And keep your eyes peeled for, uh...
Yeah, bird doo-doo. Got it.
Not bird doo-doo, vulture guano,
which is known for its distinct aroma.
Man, this podcast keeps talking
about McGee, McGee, McGee,
and it... uh, they-they rarely
mention, by the way,
rarely mention me, and when they do,
they call me Special Agent, uh, Flores.
Well, life's a bitch.
I'm not listening to
next week's episode.
I beg you not to.
Hey, is that, uh...
vulture crap?
It is.
Good eyes, Flores.
[SCOFFS]
Means we're near the nest.
So, birds are your thing, huh?
No, hobbies are my thing.
This year it was ornithology.
But I never thought
it would help solve a m*rder.
You know, vultures are
actually quite a bird.
You know they never really
k*ll anything themselves?
They only feed off
the carcasses of the dead.
Really?
Yeah.
And when a group of vultures
gather in a tree,
heads hung low, ready to go eat,
it's called a wake.
[SQUAWKING]
You mean like that?
[SQUAWKING]
Yes, exactly like that.
There's food nearby.
Emma's body.
But if she's been here
for five months...
why would they wait
until now to eat her?
It was winter.
Would have frozen
and only recently thawed.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, hold up, hold up.
Right there.
That's Emma.
- [KNOCKING]
- Sam Radner?
NCIS!
Our agent is with your sister-in-law!
She told us you're in here!
I've got a warrant!
I'm coming in!
Sam?
Special Agent Knight, NCIS.
SAM: Don't come up here.
I'm afraid I have to, Sam.
I want to be left alone.
I have a few questions
I need to ask you.
I said, leave me alone.
You found Emma's body, didn't you?
That's what I thought.
Sam.
Don't do this.
Or what? You're gonna sh**t me?
Go ahead. Do me a favor.
Lower the g*n.
I can't do that.
Sure you can.
I can't keep living like this.
I miss her.
And I'm so worn out.
Everybody thinks I'm guilty anyway,
so just...
just walk away and let me do this.
Sorry, I can't do that.
Then I'd close your eyes.
Why? I'd still be able to hear it.
That's actually the worst part
about it, the sound.
[EXHALES SLOWLY]
Then, my apologies in advance.
So, that's it? No final words?
What is there to say?
Well, you could say
that you're innocent.
As far as I know,
you haven't said anything.
That's on advice from my lawyers.
Okay, fair enough.
Fair?
There's no point in me talking
because that podcast has
already said it all.
Yeah.
It did say a lot.
Oh, so you... you heard it?
Then why are you so desperate
to save my life?
Because like everybody else,
you deserve a fair trial.
Fair.
See, there's that word again.
[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]
Now, how in the hell am I
supposed to get a fair trial?
So, you're not even gonna try to fight?
You're just gonna sh**t yourself now,
die a wife k*ller,
and that's the big plan?
- You got a better one?
- [TIRES SCREECH OUTSIDE]
You said that nobody wants
to hear your side of the story,
but I do.
So if you are ready to talk,
I am ready to listen.
Drop the g*n and talk to me
for a few minutes.
At this point, what do you have to lose?
[SIREN CHIRPS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Agent McGee.
How long has she been alone
in there with him?
- Not long.
- Any updates?
Uh, not since Knight texted me
that Radner has a g*n,
but she said she has
the situation under control.
Well, I appreciate her optimism,
but as long as he's got a g*n,
there is no control.
- Excuse me? Director Vance?
- Yes.
I have one team in position
and another en route.
Whatever you need from us,
just say the word.
Will do, Captain. Thank you.
We're placing our top sn*per
on the northwest neighbor's roof.
- He'll be ready to take Radner...
- Understood,
but for now,
I need your team to stand down.
Director, with all due respect,
we've been working this case
for over five months.
We know exactly
what Sam Radner is capable of.
And I know what my agent
inside that house is capable of.
We're gonna give her a chance
to solve this peacefully.
NCIS took this over
at your department's request,
so we will handle this our way.
They're eager.
Yeah, it's personal
for Virginia State Police.
Months of manpower
and nothing to show for it.
But this is our case now,
we're gonna handle this our way.
Can you text her?
I can try.
Tell her she's got ten minutes.
After that, if he's still armed,
she needs to get the hell out of there.
All right, I'll tell her,
but I'm not so sure
she's gonna like that.
I don't care. I'm not gonna lose
a suspect or an agent today.
All right.
I know what you're doing.
You mean having a casual conversation
with a suicidal suspect?
You're keeping me talking.
It's a crisis tactic.
I majored in criminal justice
for a semester at Rutgers.
Then you know what the protocol is.
You know I can't enter the room
until you put the g*n down.
Come on, Sam. Work with me here.
So, how come you ended up a,
an insurance salesman instead of a cop?
You're doing it again.
Doing what?
Baiting me into talking.
I was curious, so I asked the question.
But, yeah, Sam, you're right.
I'd rather keep you talking
than end up doing
something that you can't undo.
What do you want to know?
Tell me about Emma.
That podcast...
made it sound like
all we ever did was fight.
It never mentioned
any of the good stuff.
Then, tell me about the good stuff.
How often do you think I get
to hear about the good stuff?
Sometimes she would surprise me
with breakfast in bed.
Banana pancakes.
They were almost... almost always burnt.
Emma couldn't cook,
but in an odd way,
that was sort of the appeal.
Her doing something
she totally hated to do,
just for me.
And how'd you return the favor?
I bought her flowers.
Peonies.
She loved them.
Every once in a while,
she'd take one from the bouquet
and she'd put it...
She'd wear it behind her ear.
I loved it when she did that.
What else did you do for her?
Ballroom danced.
Believe me, that was...
that was a big deal. [SCOFFS]
Because I hated dancing even
more than she hated cooking.
- But that didn't matter.
- [CHUCKLES]
So I mambo'd my ass off.
Horribly.
It was brutal.
Well, you know, nothing says love
like a little awkward dancing
and some crappy pancakes.
Which is why that podcast
failed to mention any of that.
It didn't fit their narrative.
Actually, there are a lot people
on social media
who don't think that you're guilty.
What about you, Agent Knight?
Did you think I m*rder*d my wife?
Yes.
What about now?
And now...
...I want you to at least have
the chance to prove me wrong.
All right. Thanks, McGee,
keep us updated.
Knight's still in the house with Radner.
Radner's still got a g*n.
Then why are we not
hauling ass over there
- and take him out?
- Because Knight asked us not to.
Knight's not in charge.
No, but Vance is,
and he's decided to do it
her way, at least for now.
Look, I know it's hard
to just sit back and wait,
but Knight's done this
a thousand times before.
She'll talk Radner down.
I really don't think
Radner's walking out
of that house alive.
Neither do I.
Why?
Uh, I took a closer look
at the area where
Emma's body was dumped,
and I found something interesting.
There's a trail less than a quarter mile
from the spot you found Emma.
What kind of trail?
Off-roading. Dirt bikes. ATVs.
Tell me that our guy, uh, has a hobby.
Radner's been riding ATVs
since back in high school.
And that trail is
his favorite place to ride.
And now that we found
Emma's body right next to it,
he has to know that
it's only a matter of time
- before we connect the dots.
- Oh, he knows he's screwed.
So that means Knight is
alone with Radner...
And Radner's got nothing to lose.
You know, you're the first person
who's actually called me
guilty to my face?
I respect your honesty.
Well, I didn't want to lie to you.
Appreciate that.
Although calling a guy
with a g*n a wife k*ller
is definitely not what
they teach you at the academy.
How would you know?
You never even made it there.
[LAUGHS]
Touché.
I don't know if you can, uh, tell,
but it's been a minute
since I've been in a standoff like this.
I can,
but you're doing fine.
Thanks.
[TAKES DEEP BREATH]
Look, Sam.
I know the media hasn't
treated you fairly.
And even as a federal agent,
I can't say that I didn't buy into it.
But guilty or not,
jumping to judgment, that was wrong.
And I should have known better.
And you definitely deserve better.
I can fight to get you a fair trial.
But you got to get up
and walk out that door with me.
That is the only way I can help you.
Come on, Sam.
You got to trust me.
I mean, you do trust me, right?
I do trust you.
Then let's walk out of here.
I trust that you'll tell
the entire world my last words.
I'm innocent.
Sam, no!
- [VANCE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
- [g*nsh*t]
You know, you should be thankful.
Agent Knight saved your life.
A miracle the b*llet
only grazed your head.
[SIREN CHIRPS]
Sure you're okay?
I'm fine, Director, really.
You did a good job, Agent Knight.
Doing a good job would've meant
he never pulled that trigger.
MOLLY: Hey!
You k*lled my sister!
You son of a bitch!
- You k*lled my sister!
- Molly.
- Molly, Molly. Come on, come on.
- You k*lled Emma!
- Come on, come on, Molly...
- Sam, I hope you will rot in hell,
you hear me?
You hear me? I hope you rot!
Okay, go home, sweetheart. Come on.
You'll pay for this!
We all knew you were guilty!
[SIGHS] Director.
Get Radner out of here
before we have another m*rder
on our hands.
Hospital just gave Sam Radner
the all-clear.
McGee's escorting him back
to NCIS as we speak.
Well, that's good to hear.
You know what else would be good?
A little something I could use
in interrogation.
How about cause of death?
Read my mind.
Speaking of minds...
Or heads, that is...
Uh, these two cranial contusions
along with a hairline fracture
on her scapula,
broken tibia
all point to blunt force trauma.
From what?
Well, her injury pattern is
very consistent
with a fall of some kind.
Well, we know the Radners argued a lot.
Maybe things got physical,
Sam snaps, punches Emma in the head,
shoved her down the stairs.
Based on her injuries,
I'd say that's a probable theory.
And then he puts her body
in the back of his truck...
Dumps her in the woods
in an area he's familiar with.
And just to be safe, he has
his truck professionally cleaned
right after his trip to Florida.
This probable theory
just keeps getting more
and more probable.
[PHONE CHIMES]
It's McGee.
They have Radner in interrogation.
Showtime.
I loved my wife.
And she loved me, too.
Then why was she thinking about
leaving you?
She wasn't. Who told you that?
Her therapist.
Up until now, she wouldn't break
her doctor-patient privilege.
Because Emma could have been alive.
But she wasn't.
And when we finally found her body,
her therapist told us
that Emma was considering divorcing you.
Is that why you k*lled her?
Because you couldn't live without her?
You know, you're right.
I can't live without her.
But I didn't k*ll my wife.
Five months of not speaking
without a lawyer,
and now Radner's pleading his case?
You definitely had an effect on him.
Got to say, he's a hell of an actor.
I'm not so sure he's acting.
You and Ms. Hines
thought he was guilty
from the beginning.
So, what happened in that house?
He said he was innocent.
Don't they all?
And most of the time, they're lying.
But the look in his eye,
that told me he wasn't.
[PHONE CHIMES]
Kasie. She has something.
Go.
What took you so long?
You just texted me three minutes ago.
Oh, really? Felt like a lot longer.
Probably because I have got
something big.
You remember episode three
- of the podcast?
- The flower episode?
Bingo! Okay.
So, Sam sent Emma a bouquet of flowers
from Florida.
Peonies.
The cops' theory was that Sam k*lled her
and then sent her the flowers
to pretend like
he didn't know she was dead.
Yeah, well, I just finished
testing and logging
all the debris found on Emma,
and discovered a substance
above her left ear.
Pollen residue.
Well, she was in the woods
for five months,
so that would make sense.
But you did not call me down here
- because that makes sense.
- Ooh.
You know me so well.
The residue wasn't from a tree.
It was from a flower.
Please tell me that's a dead peony.
That it is,
and I do not have to tell you
this overpriced flower
definitely does not grow in the woods.
Now, check out this photo
from the crime scene.
How many flowers do you count?
Eleven.
I count .
Yeah, it is,
which is definitely
one short of a bouquet,
but why would Emma take just one flower?
Sam said that Emma liked to wear
a fresh peony over her ear.
I-If Emma got the flowers
and took one...
That means Emma was alive
after Sam left went to Florida.
And he definitely didn't k*ll his wife.
Then who did?
Oh. You can take it.
TORRES: No, no, you take it.
The department stud can't go hungry.
Department stud?
When has anyone ever referred
to me as the department stud?
Oh, the host of a very
misleading podcast, that's who.
Come on, really? The podcast...
You're still on that?
Am I still on that?
I don't know. Maybe, maybe not.
Because the podcast boy
has taken it upon himself
to erase my contributions,
and what makes matters worse,
he won't return my phone calls.
So, yeah, I think I'm still on that.
- Oh, come on.
- Come on, what are you doing?
I am just making this easy on you guys.
All right, guys.
What do we know?
Well, we know that Sam sent Emma flowers
after he landed in Florida.
TORRES: And we know the cops
found the flowers
on the Radners' porch.
Which, according to
the original cops on the case,
meant that the flowers were delivered
after Emma had already been k*lled.
But we also know that
Emma not only saw the flowers,
but she took one of them.
So, you got to think that
she brought that vase inside.
But according to
the original police report,
there were no prints on the vase.
MCGEE: All right, so someone kills her,
wipes the vase clean,
then plants the flowers
back on the porch to frame Sam?
No evidence of forced entry.
Who else had access to the house?
We don't know.
But we got the guy who would.
So... that's it?
I... I can go?
Yes.
As soon as we process you out.
Thank you.
For believing in me.
Well, we believe in the evidence,
which proves that you did not k*ll Emma.
But then who did?
We don't know.
But, uh, we're hoping you can help us.
I mean, how? I don't...
I don't know anything.
Who would have had access to your house
besides your sister-in-law, Molly?
Uh...
There was our-our friend Walt Freeman.
Emma's old coworker.
Why exactly did he have a key?
Uh, he'd come over and water our plants
when we'd go on vacation.
Uh, he'd do some handyman stuff.
And what was Emma and Walt's
relationship like?
Um, close.
I mean, she was his teaching assistant
in her first job out of college.
And then,
he became her mentor and,
uh, eventually a father figure.
Any chance, uh,
Walt wanted something more?
Walt?
Are you kidding? No.
They were just friends.
Sometimes friendships
turn into infatuations.
And infatuations turn into obsessions.
TORRES: Walt Freeman
taught psychology for years
at a local junior college.
MCGEE: No glaring red flags
on the surface.
- But below the surface...
- Things get a little creepy.
Walt had ten TAs during his profession.
Each one was a bright, young woman.
Walt had a reputation for, uh,
having a fondness for these woman.
How much of a fondness?
Well, no formal complaint
was ever filed,
but I spoke to two of the former TAs,
and they said that
Walt was making
inappropriate compliments
during their time together.
KNIGHT: He resigned five years ago.
But we're thinking that the school
forced him into an early retirement.
Let's go ask Mr. Freeman
about his, uh, fondness for Emma Radner.
Before you go...
I double-checked the vase
from the police's evidence department,
and I found a print.
I thought it was wiped clean.
It was, on the outside.
But I found a thumbprint
on the inner rim.
And when I ran it through AFIS,
I got a match.
[KNOCKING]
PARKER: Hi, Molly. May we come in?
Oh, yeah. Of course.
Sorry to bother you.
This, uh, shouldn't take too long.
It's okay, whatever you need.
Is this about Sam?
Sort of.
We're just planning Emma's, uh, service.
It's overwhelming, but...
we're getting through it.
WALT: Now that you got justice for Emma,
she deserves a proper burial.
We don't have justice
quite yet, but we will.
I thought you arrested Sam.
No, we let Sam go.
Let him go? Why?
He didn't k*ll your sister.
She did.
Me? Wh... [SCOFFS] No.
- You're making a mistake.
- PARKER: The only mistake
was you forgetting to wipe down
the inside of the vase
before you put it back on the porch.
We found your thumbprint.
Wait, wait.
W-Why would I want to k*ll Emma?
Well, we wondered the same thing.
Got a warrant for your phone records.
You were sending your husband dozens
of text messages accusing him
of having an affair with Emma.
Nance Freeman, you're under arrest
- for the m*rder of Emma Radner.
- WALT: Nance?
Nance? What did you do?
- It was an accident.
- WALT: No.
Nance... I-I just wanted to talk to her.
She said I was being ridiculous,
but I knew about them.
I-I grabbed her
to make her listen to me.
I'm so sorry. I never meant
- for any of this to happen!
- [DOOR CLOSES]
So, Nance really tried the whole
"it was an accident" excuse?
Yep, and then she accidentally
dumped Emma's body
in the woods and framed Sam
for the m*rder.
All 'cause she thought Walt
and Emma were having an affair.
Turns out they never were.
Jealousy makes people do
some very strange things.
Like, for example...
Whoa. Is that a microphone?
Yeah, that Curtis guy from
the-the basement hooked me up.
And why exactly
do you need a microphone?
Oh, Nick is starting
his own NCIS podcast.
Only way to get the facts out there.
You seriously think
Vance is gonna let you have
a revenge podcast?
You're better than that.
No, I'm not.
No, he's-he's really not.
Besides, it's not about revenge.
It's about telling our stories
to our fans.
Right, well, I-I'm not really sure
that we have any fans, Nick.
I mean, not yet,
because they haven't heard
all the cool cases we've worked on.
Like, uh, the one
where the guy was selling dr*gs,
uh, out of his ice cream truck?
Wait, the Jenkins case?
Seriously?
Yeah, I found a stash of cocaine
inside a tub of, uh, rocky road.
Yeah, only because I handed you
all of the evidence
on a silver platter.
I don't remember that.
Okay, Nick, that was my case.
That's why I got a second microphone,
because I'm gonna need a cohost.
Oh, no. No. No way.
Come on, you love podcasts.
Yeah, listening to them,
not making them.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Welcome to our podcast, uh,
forensic scientist Kasie Hines.
Oh, my gosh, seriously, Nick.
I could never...
Hey,
all you true-crime fiends
out there in podcast land,
let's talk m*rder.
Ooh...
[CHUCKLES]: Ooh.
SAM: You know what I
miss the most about her
was her laugh.
She had a big laugh.
Like a Julia Roberts
in Pretty Womankind of laugh.
I didn't realize how unhappy she was.
[SIGHS]
I'm so glad Emma got
the justice she deserved.
Now that I'm not fighting anymore,
it's all just hitting me.
You know, she's gone.
And it hurts like hell.
I know what you mean.
I recently lost some friends.
More like family, actually.
How did you get through it?
I'm not sure you do get through it.
But you keep going.
And hopefully
you don't have to do it alone.
I'm-I'm so sorry, Sam.
I don't ever expect you to forgive me.
I already have.
Everything you said and did
was out of love for your sister.
And that's something
we both have in common.
[BOTH SOB SOFTLY]
Agent Knight?
Thank you.
You saved my life.