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the people are represented
the people are represented

by two separate
yet equally important groups:

the police,
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

I thought you said
we were done.

This is the last one.

Ah...

You don't like it,
get your own job.

Until then, el bano.

And don't
forget the towels.

Irma!

What?

There!

Oh, Madre de Dios!

Calluses on the fingers of her left
hand.

Brown discoloration
on her jaw.

She's a string player.

Natalie Dreisner, 24.

Manhattan Symphony Orchestra.

I take it she didn't slip
in the shower.

One shot
to the head.

Entrance wound's in
the right temporal area.

Singeing and smudging,
up close and personal

but the shell casing's
over by the makeup table.

There's also some
deep muscle bruising

on the left side
of her neck.

Defense wounds on the
hands and the arms.

She put up one
hell of a struggle.

So after he pops her

he drags her in here,
covers her up

and makes her comfortable.

Yeah, a real
labor of love.

The cash is still in the wallet.

Jewelry's still in the box.

The violin's still here.

Anything appear missing
to you?

Like I said, I just
patrol the grounds.

Uh, did you hear
the gunshot?

Rooms down here
are soundproof.

Can't hear nothing
from the outside.

Any service exits
nearby?

Two on the basement level.

All right,
let's go.

Layout down there's like a maze.

Got lost a few months ago.

I was howling and banging
an hour before anyone heard me.

Well, we'll drop
bread crumbs.

Any sign of sexual assault? Nope.

Based on stomach contents

M.E. puts the time of death
between 11:00 and midnight.

Her last meal
was seared ahi and edamame.

Eda-what?

Japanese soybeans.

She was killed
just after the reception.

You got a guest list?

Mostly blue-hairs

with season tickets.

Whoever did it
knows his way around.

The place is like
a catacomb.

Byrne is running
background checks

on symphony personnel.

It's going to
take a while.

Between musicians
and stagehands

and tech personnel

you're talking
over 200 people.

Any word on the murder weapon?

Extractor

and bump marks look like
a Sig Sauer.

We got uniforms checking
every Dumpster and grate

within
a ten-block radius.

What's your next stop?

We have a conversation
with the conductor.

Four years ago.

That's when
I first saw her

at a Julliard recital.

Even then her playing
was inspired

almost haunting.

It's a great loss
to all of us.

Was your sense of admiration

shared by the rest
of the orchestra?

They respected
her virtuosity.

Well, that's not exactly
a ringing endorsement.

Everyone here...

has spent their childhood
chained to an instrument.

They were each a star
in their own small town.

Then they joined
the orchestra.

All those fantastic
individual gifts

merged into
one unified mass

seated by instrument

and told what to do.

As a whole, they resent
more than they admire.

Did any of them
resent Natalie?

Some did.

I doubt enough

to foment murder.

Did Miss Dreisner
ever complain

about anybody
harassing her

any stalking fans?

She had her share
of fan letters.

Nothing ominous.

The classical audience
is a rather staid group.

Were there any men in her life?

Boyfriends?

Ex-boyfriends?

None that I knew of.

Between rehearsing,
performances, and tour dates

she wouldn't have the time.

Frankly, the only
quality time

I share with my wife

is during rehearsals.

She is a harpist
with the orchestra.

What about the stagehands?

I couldn't tell you.

Maybe one of them wanted
to spend some "quality time"

with Miss Dreisner?

There is one guy,
good-looking

uh, seems like
a real charmer

with the ladies.

Whenever Natalie
would get chilled

he'd run and
get her sweater.

What's his name?

I think Brannigan,
something Brannigan.

His father was
a stagehand here.

Everyone is more or less

in a state of
shock around here.

I have to go back to
the orchestra rehearsal

if we have any hope

of sounding
halfway decent

for our next
performance.

Thank you, sir.

So where's Mr. Brannigan now?

Called in sick
about a half hour ago.

Stomach bug.

Came on last night.

Had to let him go early.

What time was that?

Right after the
show, around 10:20.

Here it is.

Jay Brannigan.

Punched out last night
at 10:23.

Which doesn't mean that's when he actually
left.

Anything goes wrong
around here

it's always us,
isn't it?

What does that mean?

Stagehands.

You got a hundred looney-tunes
working in this joint

and you come to us.

Hey, save your speech
for the union rally.

This is
a homicide investigation.

I've known Jay Brannigan
since he was a kid.

He's not your guy.

Well, any idea who is?

Take your pick.

Cellos, please remember

I want a long,
primordial groan

until the second beat.

Then, pull it out, forte--

like the smell
of the earth...

Where do you want
to start?

Tuba's a lonely profession.

Hidden in the back,
seldom written for

not utilized to a tenth
of our ability.

But it probably means

you're in a good position
to observe.

An orchestra's like
a musical insane asylum.

Bassoon's the worst.

From years of blowing
the double reed

pressure builds up
in the brain.

Our first has
a collection of firearms

stashed in his basement.

First French horn's
a real piranha.

He'd steal your wallet,
your lunch, or your wife.

Plus he's got
a chronic marijuana habit.

Mr. Hogart,
did either of these two

have any animosity
towards Natalie Dreisner?

No.

Good. Now can you think
of anyone who did?

Well, she was young.

She was female.

She made it to second chair
in the wink of an eye.

All the prima donna violins
were jealous.

The one that hated her
the most was Kessler.

Who's that?

Raphael Kessler,
first chair violin.

Concertmaster.

The next Milstein,
to hear him tell it.

What was the problem

What was the problem

between you and
Miss Dreisner?

I've been playing professionally
since I'm 14 years old.

I've been a member
of this orchestra since 1979.

She comes in out of Julliard

and a year later,
she's second chair.

No. Not the way
it's supposed to work.

Where were you last night
after the concert?

So now I'm a suspect?

I was in the E.R. at St. Luke's.

Premature ventricular
contractions.

Feel free to speak to my doctor.

All the musicians
I could be playing next to

I get pair of legs
and a del Gesu.

What's a del Gesu?

Her violin.

It's a del Gesu.

Monzino and Figli-- this is
what she used for practice.

She had another violin.

Of course.

The del Gesu was used
for concerts.

I admit I'm
pretty ignorant

about musical things

but if it doesn't
say what it is

how can you be sure this isn't a del Gesu?

Well, that's like asking

how do you know
it's a Rembrandt or a Titian?

The del Gesu is a work of art.

I-I can't explain to you how.

It's-it's everything.

It's-it's-it's the wood,
the varnish

the-the expressiveness,
the-the power, it's-it's...

It's gone.

I don't know how we
could have missed it.

Dreisner played
a J.B. Vuillaume del Gesu.

It's insured by Lloyd's
for a million dollars.

Whoever stole it, murdered her.

A million dollars--

that's a lot of money
for a violin.

How does a 24-year-old
swing that?

Wealthy patrons

and large corporations
buy them

loan them out to
promising musicians.

Hers was owned by a
Swedish shipping company.

So what's the market
for a stolen one?

Mm, limited.

There are only 200

concert-quality
del Gesus in the world.

Unloading it
would be like

selling a Van Gogh
or a Renoir.

Each instrument

is numbered, documented.

No reputable dealer
would touch it.

So we're talking
about the black market?

There are plenty

of wealthy people who'd
like something like this

for their private
collection.

It was most
probably stolen

on order.

By someone
with established channels--

someone who knew

where to look for one.

We should run a check

on big-ticket
stolen instruments

see what comes back.

Well, we've got
a 1680 Amati cello

valued at $1.2 million

lifted from the NY Philharmonic
five years ago.

Recovered from
an 87-year-old janitor.

I guess he was a music lover
on the side.

Wait, hold up.

Here's something a
little closer to home.

In '98, a Stradivarius
was stolen

from the L.A. Philharmonic.

Customs seized it on
a cargo ship in New York Harbor.

Bill of lading was in the
name of Dmitri Andropovich

International Trading,
Lower East Side.

I was new in country.

I make clerical error,
but all charges dropped.

And let me guess.

Now you're strictly legit,
right?

Look around, detectives.

My life open book.

We ran
your sheet.

1998, grand larceny,
possession of stolen goods

case still pending.

And you still got
a criminal matter

in the Southern District.

You know, I call
the U.S. Attorney

he calls Immigration,
and you got a problem.

How's the weather in Minsk
this time of year?

There is, uh, fence I know.

He is, uh, he is always
by Little Odessa.

He might have say something
about, uh, violin, okay?

That's all I know.

Uh, really.

I'll call for backup!

Hey! What
are you doing?!

You all right, Ed?

I'm fine!

Get up!

I... I-I did nothing.

Well, then you have nothing
to worry about, Tovarisch.

"I did nothing."

I don't know what the hell
violin you're talking.

Assaulting
a police officer

resisting arrest.

What kind of time is
Mr. Korsakoff looking at?

Served consecutively,
we're talking a bullet or more.

Oh, this like KGB
with trumped-up charge.

Of course, you add to that,
accessory to murder

and that's what, 25 to life?

Murder?

Wh-what murder?

The violin's owner
was found

with a slug in her head
this morning.

Where you going?

We're wasting time.

I'm calling the D.A.
to get a search warrant.

Wait, wait, wait!

Okay, okay, uh, I have violin,
b-but that's it.

T-the murder, oh,
I-I know nothing.

We're listening.

Uh, this morning,
man came to me.

He had with him violin,
said belong to his uncle.

He want to sell.

What'd he look like?

N-not tall, not short,
Uh, blonde hair, pale eyes.

Oh, that guy.

All right,
how'd you meet him?

A friend of mine set it up.

Call your friend.

Tell him we need a name.

Jay Brannigan?

Yeah. Who are you?

Police. We have
a search warrant.

Mind if we come in?

You going somewhere?

I thought I'd go to Maine
for a few days.

Do some fishing.

I thought
you were sick.

Well, I'm feeling better.

Hey, what the hell
are you doing?

Whoa-ho!
The price of worms

must've gone
through the roof.

You're under arrest

for the murder
of Natalie Dreisner.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
be used against you...

I always did things for her.

What kind of things?

She'd forget her score,
I'd bring it to her

she'd want to eat in
her dressing room

so I'd go to Yoshi's

this restaurant she liked,
I'd get her sushi.

Uh-huh.

And then, like,
two weeks ago

I got her
this charm bracelet.

It had silver violins
dangling from it.

She gave me a weird look

said it made her
feel uncomfortable

and wouldn't give me
the time of day after that.

I hear you, man, you try
to do something decent

and you get slapped down.

Sure, I can
understand

stealing her violin
to get back at her.

Yeah, and this guy
I hang out with

said he knew a fence

so I figured I could
make some cash, too.

Okay, is this when
she walked in on you

and things got
complicated?

She did not walk in on me--
she was at the reception.

So you're
telling us

you stole the violin,
then an hour later

somebody else came in
and killed her?

That's right.

Okay, man, if you're
going to lie, be creative

otherwise we
get bored.

Look, just give me
the lie detector test

if you don't believe me.

What time did you
leave work?

Like at, uh, 10:15.

I put the violin in my gym bag

I told my boss I felt sick.

Then what?

Went home, dropped off the bag

went to the Red Parrot

threw down a few
with a couple of friends

and stayed till closing.

I swear, that is
the God's honest truth.

Brannigan's buddies confirm

he was at the Red Parrot

from 11:00 P.M.
till closing.

His buddies.

The bartender confirmed also.

The guy's a thief,
he's not a murderer.

Well,
ballistics report

came back on
the murder weapon:

Sig Sauer P225.

What else you got?

Besides a lot
of time wasted

on the wrong
motive, not much.

You know, the M.E.'s
report said that

she ate Japanese
the night she died.

Didn't Brannigan mention
a sushi restaurant?

Yoshi's.

Right.

Thank you.

Yeah, she was here that night.

I remember, because
she ordered sake.

Normally, she drank Perrier
before a concert.

You said she was
with somebody?

Yeah, well-dressed guy,
he'd been here before.

Did he seem upset
about anything?

No, he was cool.

I remember
he gave her roses.

I assume he paid.

Yeah, big tipper, cash.

No receipt.

Only the tip was cash.

He put the rest

on a credit card.

All right.

"Jorgen Stern."

Thanks.

Natalie could've been the next
Anne-Sophie Mutter.

She had it all-- dazzling
technique, musicality

charisma,
an outstanding talent.

So what did you two talk about the night
of the murder?

Her career as a solo artist.

We'd been pursuing her for months,
unsuccessfully.

That night at dinner,
she told me that

she'd finally decided
to sign with us.

Ironic, isn't it?

She was leaving
the Manhattan Symphony?

Going solo
would have put her

on another level entirely--
recording contracts

TV appearances,
international tour dates.

Sounds great, what
was the problem?

Carl Reger didn't want it.

I tried to talk with him;
didn't get very far, though.

He said that they were
joined at the hip.

I knew from her that he had

this Svengali-like
control over her.

How so?

It's really not
my place to say.

A subpoena can
make it your place.

They were having an affair.

For how long?

A year, maybe more.

It was taking a huge toll.

On Miss Dreisner?

And Mrs. Reger.

She'd cornered Natalie
a few weeks ago

read her the riot act.

Natalie said that was
one of the reasons

she'd agreed to sign with us.

She wanted to get away
from it all...

professionally and emotionally.

Did Mr. Reger
know about her decision?

She said she was going
to tell him that night.

Stop!

Are you paying any attention

at all to
your rhythm!?

Because I can
tell you

it's totally non-specific!

It's not just staying out
at the rests

it's how you come in
at the dotted sixteenths.

If you're not prepared
to render this

with any kind
of precision

please don't
waste my time.

Sorry, I'll try it again.

Don't try!

Do it!

What can I do for you?

We need to ask you
some more questions.

Anything I can do to help.

Of course, I knew
about the solo offer.

I encouraged her to take it.

Not worried
about losing her?

I've been conducting
for 20 years.

I've watched a lot of artists
come and go.

Including artists you've been sleeping
with?

At the risk of sounding crass

she wasn't the first.

Is that why you
neglected to tell us?

That was out of respect.

For who, Miss Dreisner?

And for my wife.

Oh, she knew?

Marion is an exceptional woman.

I have always been
candid with her.

Mind being
candid with us

about your whereabouts
on the night of the murder?

After the concert, I showered,
changed, and drove to Chapaqua.

What time was that?

About 11:15, 11:30.

Marion was already home.

You and your wife drove
separate cars?

Marion is
an early riser.

I'm more nocturnal.

I sometimes like to go out
after a performance

catch a little jazz.

Anybody see you leave?

No one I remember distinctly.

Where's your wife now?

He came home about 11:30.

I think the news had just ended.

It took us about
a half an hour

to drive up here,
once we cleared the tolls.

So what does it take you

about 45 minutes
to an hour?

Oh, we use the EZ Pass,
so it's a little quicker.

What was your husband's
behavior when he came home?

Well, he was tired.

It was a very
difficult piece.

You know what,
Detectives?

You're wasting your time.

My husband is
not a murderer.

And considering
his reputation

I find it rather insulting
that you would think so.

What about his womanizing?

Was that insulting, too?

Is this really necessary?

All right, Carl is an artist.

His passion and his strength
are tremendously attractive

to other women.

He has certain needs

he's very discreet.

I've learned to live with it.

And he always comes
back to you?

It's been 19 years.

I don't expect you
to understand.

Do you think that he was
in love with Miss Dreisner?

Oh, absolutely not.

So you didn't
pull her aside

and have a little chat

about the sanctity
of marriage?

Their affair was dividing
the orchestra.

The other musicians felt she was
accorded a special status.

She would show up late
to rehearsals

she didn't bother
to review the scores.

I had a bad day.

I lashed out at her.

Mrs. Reger, does
your husband own a gun?

Oh, I was raised in New York

and so when we moved up here

I was very uneasy
at night

all that silence...

it was deafening.

So Carl bought me a gun.

Mind if we take a look at it.

I don't have it anymore.

You see, a few months ago

a neighbor's house was
broken into

and he was shot to death

with his
own gun.

It just
terrified me.

What did you do with it?

I dropped it
in the Hudson River.

She's covering.

Yeah, but for who?

There's enough motive

and opportunity
for both of them.

Not to mention alibis.

I'm putting
my money on him.

Why don't we go talk
to the good people at EZ Pass?

You know, Lennie,
when I grow up

I want to be as smart as you.

A car approaches the sensor,
sends out an electronic pulse

automatically opens the gate.

That part we know.

It's cut down bridge traffic
by 65 percent.

And the pulse contains
code on each car?

On each transponder, yeah.

You said Reger, right?

Okay, here she is, Marion Reger

Jaguar, 12 hits
in the last 30 days.

What about the night of the 14th?

10:32 P.M., outbound.

Okay, Carl Reger,
same night.

Mercedes, I have him inbound
at 10:13 A.M. in the morning.

Nothing that night.

Sorry.

Don't be.

He commutes to work,
uses the EZ Pass

every single morning,
every single night

with one glaring exception.

Van Buren:
The night of the murder.

Right, we figure he knew that if he used
the EZ Pass

the time would've been
electronically recorded

would've blown his alibi.

What about
a murder weapon?

There was a gun that
belonged to the wife.

She threw it in the Hudson
three months ago, so she says.

Told us that a neighbor of hers

got shot to death
with his own gun, spooked her.

She's lying.

We checked with
the Chapaqua police.

There hasn't been a homicide there for
four years.

So he shot her, drove home,
and then ditched the gun.

I'll get a search warrant.

This is an abuse of authority.

You have no right to be going
through our home like this.

Just trying to do
our jobs, ma'am.

But they are
touching everything

they are going through
our linens, our clothing

I just can't stand it.

Is that my phone?

Yeah... yeah, Lou.

Right.

Van Buren just called.

Carl Reger has a Sig Sauer P225

registered in
his wife's name.

Well, that's a big surprise.

I found this button
under the backseat

tiny brown spots,
could be dried blood.

There's also a small,
white fiber attached to it.

There's a two-millimeter spot

with a microscopic pattern of
blood spatter surrounding it.

Type matches the victim.

You get enough for DNA?

We sent it out.

What about the fiber?

High quality Italian
knit cotton

a white dress shirt
of some kind.

I love it when it all
comes together like this.

The chord progression here
is almost an exact quote

from Stravinsky's
"Rite of Spring."

Yeah, that's just
what I was thinking.

Carl Reger,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Natalie Dreisner.

Hands behind your back.

My lawyer will have your jobs!

Great, can we
have his?

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used
against you in a court of law...

Mr. Reger admitted
having an affair

with the deceased.

Things get exchanged,
including bodily fluids.

An affair he conveniently
omitted when first questioned

by the police.

They didn't ask me.

He conveniently omitted
having sex with a woman

other than his wife.

Now, where have we heard
that before?

Ms. Dreisner told Reger

she was leaving him
on the night of her murder

which adds motive
to means and opportunity.

Come on, Carl.

This is one big bluff.

That went well.

Brace yourself--

With William Wright on the bench

it's only going to get worse.

Judge Wright.

I'm glad you could work me
into your schedule.

Of course.

How you finding things?

Well, it certainly is different
from academics

that's for sure.

Although, you know,
it's interesting

no matter where you go

you find the same
personality types--

you know,
there's the class clown

and there's the earnest plodder

and there's
the brilliant flake...

And the loose cannon.

Did you have anybody
in mind?

I guess I just tend
to worry about the danger

of doing things for effect.

What kind of things?

Well, obviously,
if you have a solid case

you want to proceed.

But any time there's a
high-profile individual involved

you have to be on your guard

that a prosecutor
isn't a little too quick

to seize an opportunity
for grandstanding.

Any particular individual?

I think this upcoming
Reger case smacks

of Jack McCoy going
trophy hunting.

Hmm.

Have you found Jack McCoy guilty
of that in the past?

If I had, this wouldn't be
the first time

you'd be hearing about it.

You need to understand
that when it comes

to trying someone for murder

particularly someone
like Carl Reger

who's given so much of himself
to this city

that Jack McCoy doesn't get
a free one.

And you need to understand
that veiled threats disguised

as friendly advice sound
an awful lot to me

like judicial bias

especially when delivered
ex parte.

I'll have a vodka tonic, please.

Sounds like he was too smart to hand us
grounds for removal.

All implication
and innuendo.

We file a motion to it

it'll just have been casual
banter between colleagues.

Get an indictment
and go to trial.

If we put on
a strong enough case

no matter how much he wants to,
he won't be able to help Reger.

His hands will be tied.

Thanks.

How'd it go?

Nora will be pleased.

The Grand Jury returned
an indictment

in less than 14 minutes.

That augurs well.

Mm. Be prepared for them
to trot out

free concerts in the park,
the Young People's Symphony.

The jury will be looking
at a defendant who's lovable

as well as
distinguished.

Ms. Carmichael?
People v. Reger, is that yours?

Yes, thank you.

Gold's moving to suppress
the button.

The warrant was for the contents

of the home,
not the garage.

You're splitting hairs here.

The garage is
part of the home.

It's a detached structure
50 yards from the house

on a separate plot.

Even if we quibble

about whether a garage is
part of a house...

The warrant didn't
specify the car

which is where
the button was found.

Your Honor...

If there'd been exigent
circumstances, maybe

but there was no reason

why the officers couldn't
have secured the area

and gotten another warrant

for the vehicle.

I'm suppressing the button.

You're excluding key evidence
based on a lack of exigency?

I'm excluding based on the law
as I understand it.

In light of Your
Honor's ruling

defense moves
for a dismissal

of all the charges.

Don't press your luck,
Counselor.

The case is tenuous

but there's enough meat
on the bone

for a jury to gnaw on.

But I'm warning you, Mr. McCoy,
you'd better not be wasting

this court's time.

He went just far enough.

He went just far enough.

If he'd dismissed
the charges

we could have appealed

including the suppression
of the button.

Instead, he rips the guts
out of our case

and forces us to go to trial.

He has just enough case law
on his side

to avoid having it
look like bias.

Yes.

Thank you.

The lab just got the DNA results
on the button.

It's a perfect match
with Dreisner.

First off, I don't have
to justify my decisions to you.

And second,
that sound you hear

is the ice cracking
underneath your feet.

With all due respect,
Your Honor

you weigh more than I do.

I request that you recuse
yourself

in the case of People v. Reger.

Request denied.

Then you can explain yourself
to the Grievance Board.

You file a complaint
against me

and your A.D.A.'s will never get
to first base

inside my courtroom

based strictly
on the merits of their cases.

If you threaten me again,
I'll report this conversation

and our last conversation
to the presiding judge

of the Appellate Division.

And if you step over the line
in court, just once

I'll take you down

and you won't
get up again.

Incident report?

Abbie, are you
with me here?

What? Yeah.

This it the fourth profile
I've seen on Reger this week.

He's completely contaminating the jury
pool.

An annoying byproduct

of the First Amendment.

He has an alibi, Jack.

Without that button
we're...

We're going forward.
We don't have a choice.

If Carl Reger committed
this murder

then Marion Reger is lying.

The police didn't get anywhere
with her.

Well, maybe we should talk
to her.

I have already been through this
with the police.

Mrs. Reger, we know this
has been difficult for you

but the truth is going to come out in
court.

If you had anything solid,
you would not be here.

We know you're
covering for him.

Over a speeding ticket,
that might be understandable

on the stand
in a murder trial

it's called perjury.

Did you drive all the way
up here to threaten me?

We drove here to make
sure you understood

the gravity
of the situation.

Oh, I understand full well
the gravity of the situation.

Then you know what
we threaten is real.

My husband is a kind,
warm, generous man

and over the years,
we have built a life together

a good life.

And I'm supposed
to stand here

and watch you two destroy it?

I don't think so.

We've already had to sell
our home in London

to pay legal expenses.

Things are going to get worse before they
get better.

Don't you understand?

He's my husband.

I have to get back to practice.

We'd been pursuing her
for months.

Going solo was a very difficult
decision for her.

What was standing in her way?

Carl Reger.

Objection.
Speculation.

Sustained.

Did you ever speak
to Mr. Reger

about Natalie's potential
as a solo artist?

Yes.

And what did he say?

He remarked that there were
a 100 violinists in New York

with greater technical ability.

He believed her strength lay
in her expression

and her emotion,
which only he could elicit.

He said he'd never let her go.

Describe the nature
of the relationship

between Miss Dreisner
and Mr. Reger.

It was common knowledge
that they were having an affair.

At first, Natalie was...
flattered by the attention

but then, Mr. Reger
became obsessed--

tried to control
her every movement.

That's when she decided
to make a clean break.

Did she express concern
about Mr. Reger's reaction?

She knew he'd be angry,
but in the end

her desire to leave him was
greater than her fear.

Do you know when it was

she was going
to tell him?

The night she was killed.

I have no further questions.

Isn't it true that you were
not only wooing Miss Dreisner

professionally,
but romantically as well?

We had a lot in common.

We enjoyed each other's company.

Is that a yes?

We talked about
the possibility

of seeing each other
romantically, yes.

She said she needed more time.

She was still getting over
Mr. Reger.

So he was standing
in your way, too?

That's absurd.

Weren't you so jealous

of Miss Dreisner's relationship
with Mr. Reger

that you would say anything

to discredit him?

Objection.

Sustained.

Withdrawn.

The relationship
between a conductor

and his string section
is quite intimate.

In the best cases,
there is an implicit trust

a deep level of communication,
and a shared passion.

I had all that with Natalie.

Over time, it led
to a sexual relationship.

Was there ever a violent nature
to your relationship?

Never, she was like
a delicate flower.

I gave her the freedom to bloom;
I nurtured her.

How could I destroy her?
She was part of me.

Mr. Reger

will you describe
what you did

that night
after the concert?

I went to my dressing room,
showered, changed

and drove home to my wife
in Chapaqua.

And what time was that?

About 11:30.

No further questions.

What was your reaction
when Miss Dreisner told you

she was leaving you?

She never told me
any such thing.

So Mr. Stern misunderstood

what she told him
she was meeting you to do?

Either misunderstood
or misrepresented.

Was it misunderstanding
or misrepresentation

when you failed to tell
the police

about the affair between
yourself and Miss Dreisner?

Neither. It is that I didn't
want to hurt my wife.

Wasn't the entire orchestra
aware of this liaison?

Isn't your wife a member
of the orchestra?

Private knowledge
is one thing

public humiliation another.

I didn't want to subject Marion
to any more pain.

You bought your wife a gun,
a Sig Sauer?

Yes, but she got rid of it.

So, the woman you were

having an affair with

the woman who was leaving you,
was shot dead

with a make of gun
registered to your wife

on the very night she told you
she was leaving.

Is that just a coincidence,
Maestro?

Objection.

Overruled.

The witness can answer.

Yes, it is.
It's pure coincidence.

It all comes down to his alibi.

If the jury believes it,
we don't have a prayer.

He says he left that night
after the performance

at 10:45.

Got home by 11:30.
Mrs. Reger confirms it.

Yeah, he lies
and she swears to it.

The only anomaly with his
routine that night was

that he didn't use
the EZ pass lane.

Presumably, not because
his EZ pass account

was out of money.

Well, his bank
account was.

Mrs. Reger told us they were hurting
financially.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.
wait a minute.

The man makes $2 million a year

and they're hurting financially?

She said they had to sell
their house in London

to pay for legal expenses.

Why would she
lie about that?

We should take another look
at their financials.

This doesn't imply

that I've engaged
in anything improper?

Absolutely not.

It simply entitles us to
take a look at the books.

It might be easier if
I took you through them.

That's not necessary.

I say that

not because I'm looking
to conceal anything

but just because it might...

make it easier
for you to follow.

I'm pretty good at deciphering
financial records.

You understand

that an accountant
has a particularly intimate

relationship
with a client.

Intimate, but not privileged.

The people who
come to me expect

a high level of confidentiality.

You've spoken
to Mr. Reger's attorney?

Yes.

He's informed you
that a subpoena

compels you to turn over
Mr. Reger's financial records?

Yes, he has.

Will you at least
let Mr. Reger know

that I was forced

to do this?

We absolutely will.

There must be some mistake.

There's no mistake.

We contacted

Alan Bostwick,
your husband's CPA.

For the past three years

Carl's been actively
selling off stocks

and mutual funds.

He places the proceeds
into a money market account

then withdraws the cash,
and then wires the transfers

to an offshore account
in Switzerland.

No.

Here are the wire receipts,
and your husband's passport.

There are also
numerous trips to Switzerland

none of which correspond
to tour dates.

And you thought
you were broke.

Carl said we lost money
in the market.

That's why he hired Alan.

Said he was a financial genius--

that he could make up the money
that we lost.

Mrs. Reger,
Alan's Bostwick's specialty

is helping rich guys hide assets

from women
they're planning on divorcing.

Carl is not planning
to divorce me.

Do the math,
Mrs. Reger.

$2 million

socked away for three years,
and you haven't seen a penny.

A year ago, your husband
transferred the deed

on your house
in London.

No, we sold that house
less than three months ago

to pay for
legal expenses.

Look at the deed of transfer.

He still owns the house.

It's just registered
to his corporation.

I know how hard
this must be for you.

No...

you don't.

He did all of this for her.

A girl died,
Mrs. Reger.

He's now
involved you

not only in his infidelities,
but in a murder.

How long are you going
to protect him?

This is a prosecutorial mugging,
Your Honor.

Nowhere did I see
Marion Reger's name

on McCoy's witness list.

Until last night

she had no intention
of being a witness.

Please, you mean
she just decided

out of the blue

to violate
spousal privilege?

What's she testifying to,
Mr. McCoy?

What she saw

what she knows
from her own observation.

Nothing that was communicated
to her by her husband.

Pure hair-splitting,
Your Honor.

It is a well-settled question

that the sanctity
of marital bond is

held inviolate
by the law.

Mrs. Reger wants
to testify

on her own volition.

Nobody's forcing her.

Your Honor, with all
due respect, Mrs. Reger

wouldn't be asking to testify

were it not for
ex-parte communications

from the District
Attorney's office.

Mrs. Reger is not the defendant
in this case.

There's no rule

against our communicating
with her ex-parte or otherwise.

I should also say if she's
prevented from taking the stand

we'll seek leave
to take immediate appeal.

Pressure was brought to bear, Your
Honor.

Pressure on a wife

to take sides
against her husband

and I must register

my objection to that sort
of tactic being rewarded.

Register it you have, Mr. Gold.

Mrs. Reger can testify

as to what
she observed.

Privileged communication
with her husband is

deemed inadmissible.

Counsel is warned against

referring to it
in any way.

Bring in your witness,
Mr. McCoy.

She can testify.

He didn't take it
under advisement?

He heard me say "immediate
appeal" and he got nervous.

Nora called it.

Marion Reger here?

She's in our office.

She didn't want to
run into her husband.

The judge says he wants
to convene in half an hour.

Okay, I'll get her.

The orchestra gave a performance

on the night of Miss Dreisner's
death, is that right?

Yes, Rachmaninoff.

What happened
after the performance?

I went to Carl's dressing room
to see if he was ready to leave.

He said Natalie needed
to see him.

I told him
I would wait.

Was it your habit
to wait for your husband

while he was
seeing Miss Dreisner?

I knew that Natalie wanted

to talk to him
about her leaving the orchestra.

I knew that Carl would be upset.

I waited to see
what would happen.

Marion, please.

Be quiet, Mr. Reger.

You're not conducting here.

Without revealing anything

your husband may have said
to you

was there anything unusual about
his appearance as he came out?

He was nervous, sheepish.

Objection.

After 19 years of marriage

presumably she can answer
the question. Overruled.

He told me
that Natalie

wasn't leaving.

I told him to go home.

I told him that
I would meet him there later.

For God's sake, Marion.

spousal privilege.

Can we get
a recess?

Mr. Reger, you will refrain
from speaking out of turn.

I need to talk to my wife!

Think, Marion.
Think about what you're doing.

Mr. Reger, for the last time

you are not permitted
to address the witness!

I'd like a moment to confer
with the witness.

Denied.
The witness may continue.

After he told me
that she wasn't leaving

I knew what I had to do.

You can't do this.
I won't let you do this!

That's it.

Remove this man
from the courtroom.

My husband did
not kill Natalie.

I did.

She's lying!

She's trying
to protect me.

I must be allowed
to speak with her!

I'll see everybody
in chambers, now.

The EZ Pass records show that your car
left the city

before Miss Dreisner
was killed.

My husband was
driving my car.

I was having

trouble with the brakes.

Carl took my car.
I took his.

You can check with our mechanic.

She's lying.

She's doing all this
to protect me.

What about the button?

It was my button.

I also wear a white dress shirt
to perform.

Clearly, we'll want a formal
dismissal

of all charges
against my client.

Did you plan to kill this girl,
Mrs. Reger?

Once the affair
took on a life of its own

once Carl proved to me
that he was

unable to relegate it to the insignificant
diversions

the others had been...

once Natalie indicated
that she had no intention

of abiding the ground rules
that I had laid down

I felt I had no choice.

Marion...

please?

That you are weak comes

as no particular surprise
to me, my darling.

How can you leave me?

I would like for you
to arrange to have someone

stay with Carl, so that he doesn't hurt
himself.

After that, I would like you
to make whatever arrangements

are necessary for me
to begin serving my sentence.

We were conned.

Does it occur
to anyone

she might be conning us now?

Carl Reger
committed murder

and this was all
an elaborate charade

to get him
off the hook.

Can we prove that?

Nope, not with what we've got.

Right.

We're sure
one of them killed her.

We're just not sure which one.

We're sure enough.

Let's close this case. Move on.