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Jane.

Jane? Care to join us?

The moon's at perigee

closest to the earth.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yes, it is,
but the victim is over here.

I know.

Work.

Victim's name's Eleanor Artega,
shot in the chest.

There were reports of gunshots
around 11:00.

'Is she from the neighborhood?'

'ID gives an
address across town.'

'But one of the
Sac PD officers said'

'she grew up
in the neighborhood.'

Her mother runs a grocery
a few blocks away.

Pretty dress. Maybe she was
coming from some kind of event.

- Wedding?
- Performance, more like it.

She's a musician. Some kind
of stringed instrument.

- Because?
- Calluses on her fingertips.

And the faint piney scent
of rosin on her dress.

Been a couple of gang initiation
killings in the area.

Could be another one. I'll talk
to the Sac PD Gang Unit.

- See who's active.
- We'll canvass the looky-loos.

Hydrangea petal.

Interesting decoration
for a gang slaying

unless the crips have
taken up flower arranging

which I can definitely see
the therapeutic benefits of.

- Thank you.
- Evidence, I believe.

Come on.

And I'm looking
for current information

on Norteno Gangs
in the northeast.

Call me back as soon
as possible. Thanks.

- Hey.
- Damn, man!

You see
I'm walking here, right?

- You walked into me.
- Hell I did.

You need to get behind the line.
Police only here.

Trying to find out
who killed that lady?

You know somethin' about it?

Do I look like a snitch
to you?

Keep walkin'.

Go on.

Anything would be useful,
so if you wouldn't mind, just--

Just give us a call
and, uh, thank you very much

for your time.

I know it's slow,
but it's how the work is done.

Yeah, I could point out
someone that knows

something useful
with 25 words or less.

- Oh, really?
- Count 'em.

Evening. I have $100 for
information about the victim.

One hundred dollars.

Oops. It's not $100.

Just $1..

...for information.

Any takers?

- Twenty five.
- The point being..

The gentleman in the plaid shirt
with the beanie

didn't even consider
raising his hand.

That means he has information
that not even $100 can buy.

Sir? Uh, you in the plaid

we're gonna have to ask you
some questions.

Cho, we got a runner!
Get the car!

Head off around the block!

Someone took my keys.

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Stop the car!

Thanks for the ride, sucker!

Come on, Starsky,
let's go get him. I'll drive.

Gonna walk home?

Miss Artega, we're very sorry
for your loss

but we need to ask you some
questions about your daughter.

I have work to do.

Ma'am, what did Eleanor do
for living?

She was a concert violinist
with the orchestra.

Dawn, I sad the first shelf
for these.

Sorry, Miss Artega.

First chair violin.

The concertmaster

second
to the conductor himself.

Youngest in symphony history.

You must have been
very proud.

Proud, yes.

I was her manager.
We were a team.

Do you know why Eleanor was
in the neighborhood last night?

She came here.

She had given a solo
performance, a special event.

She wanted
to tell me about it.

Can you think of anyone
who may have wanted to harm her?

A boyfriend maybe?

She wasn't seeing anyone.
No time.

She used to have a boyfriend.

Orlando Yglesias.

'Gangbanger.'

They dated about a year or so.

Why would he want
to hurt her?

Eleanor broke it off
six months ago.

He wouldn't leave her alone.

He called,
came to the apartment.

We had to get
a restraining order!

Dawn!

Mop!

How am I gonna clean this up?

How am I gonna..

Oh, my Ellie!

Oh, my baby.

Why did they do this to you?

Why?

Hey, boss.

So I confirmed
that Eleanor Artega

played a private event the night
that she was murdered

apparently celebrating
the, uh, recent purchase

by a collector of a, uh..
Wait for it..

"A Brescian
Stradivarius violin."

I'm assuming that's a good one.
What about the boyfriend?

Orlando Yglesias, he's got
a sheet, some low-level stuff.

He runs with a Norteno Gang.

The, uh,
Lincoln Avenue Hermanos.

Eleanor did have
a restraining order on him.

'This is the guy that fled
the scene last night.'

The one that Jane
picked out from the crowd.

Call Sac PD Gang Unit.
Tell them we need any help

they can give
finding this guy.

Okay, you got it.

Mmm. Mmm.

Jane?

Jane.

Jane!

We've got a little homicide
investigation going on here.

You care to join us?

Yeah, I'm-I'm a little busy
right now.

Brahms' Concerto in D major.
Eleanor's the soloist.

She's very good,
very elegant, uh, rubato.

Music later.
We have a viable suspect.

The victim's ex-boyfriend.

Meh. Wild goose chase,
I hope.

You hope? Why?

Well, because if it is,
the boyfriend then it's boring

tragic, but dull, which is
to be avoided at all costs.

Where you going?

Jane?

- You Cho?
- That's right.

Beller, Sac PD.

Anthony Rome. I picked him up
on Bellwood in the northwest.

Got your car, too.
It's on its way.

Thanks. Juvenile services is
sending someone to take him in?

They're backed up.
They can't process him

for 48 hours at the least.

Social worker says his mother
passed away.

His father's in jail.

She thinks we should release him
back to his foster family.

What gang put you
up to this?

I don't belong to a gang.

Stealing a cop car,
that's an initiation.

You're jumping in
with somebody. Who?

Beasty Mobb?
True Heights Villains?

Sir, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Hang on to him.

Juvenile services will
get to him eventually.

Yeah. No, I have
a court appearance today.

I gotta unload him.
He's all yours.

I okayed it
with your boss already.

- You're joking.
- No joke.

Thanks for your help,
Officer Beller.

- We appreciate the assist.
- No problem.

- Boss--
- Sac PD are not babysitters.

He stole your keys.
He's your problem.

Make sure he doesn't take
anything else.

Sir, you gotta believe me
when I say how sorry I am.

- Don't talk.
- No, really, I'm sorry.

Not buying it.
Come on.

- Whatever, punk.
- That's more like it.

Mr. Jane?
Hi, I'm Kieran Carruthers.

The company's
outreach assistant.

Front office said
I might find you here.

You're no bureaucrat.
You're a musician.

Yes, I'm the principal oboist.

Definitely oboesque.

Concertmaster sits,
uh, here, yes?

- Yes.
- Hmm.

'Interesting bookmark.'

Yeah, looks like
an expensive one.

Really?

Yeah.

'You know, if you tell me
what you're looking for'

'I might be able to help.'

I'm looking for a killer.

I'm sorry.
Eleanor's killer? Here?

You're musicians,
professional obsessives.

Most kids spend their
teen years having fun.

You spent them practicing
scales.

It's a noble pursuit,
but as a result

you're all a little nutty.

Well, uh, okay, I don't know
if I'd say that.

There's a definite air
of unrest in the room.

- What is that about?
- Right.

We're supposed to start
our season a day after tomorrow.

Opening night, big fund-raising
meet-and-greet with our donors.

Some of us thought we should
postpone because of Eleanor

but the, uh, maestro
didn't agree.

Your conductor, a tyrant?

Vincent Manheiser.
I wouldn't say he's a tyrant.

He's just...not nice.

'Alright, let's get to work.'

See for yourself.

Come on, people. Let's go.

Haven't got all day.
Up, up, up. Come on.

Alright.

- Constance.
- Yes, maestro?

You will take Eleanor's seat
as concertmaster.

You've not shown any of her
natural gifts of leadership

but under the circumstances,
we shall have to make do, yes?

I'll do my best.

Ariel.

Your keen lust for advancement
will be gratified.

- Second seat for you.
- Yes, maestro.

Alright, everyone, ready.

From the top.

And..

And tension. Forte.

Yep. Orlando Yglesias.
Okay. Thanks.

Gang Unit's gonna ask around.

Check out where
the victim's ex-boyfriend hangs.

Good.

There you go.

I can't eat this.

- Why not?
- I'm a vegetarian.

Now it's vegetarian.

Hey. Pick it up.

You better not mess with Cho,
man.

He used to be
an Avon Park Playboy.

- You were a playboy?
- Oh, yeah. That's right.

Then you should know my dad,
Lawrence Rome.

Runs with
the South Side Mafia.

Never heard of him.
I'll be right back.

Yeah.

Wayne, I'm getting coffee.
Want some?

Uh, no, thanks.

Hey.

Hey.

- What is this?
- What?

"I want you, baby.
Come to me."

- Is this some kind of a joke?
- I didn't send that.

- Well, it's on your phone.
- Well, my phone is on my desk.

Hey.
Who's watching the kid?

Hey!

Nice try.

Let's go.

- I had him.
- Yeah.

You can't do this.
I'm a minor.

Too bad.

I know I shouldn't have
messed with you.

I can't be here.
I gotta go, for real.

Gang Unit just called back.

They say Orlando's crew hangs
at 8th and market.

We should go sit on it.

You're looking
for Orlando Yglesias, right?

'I know him.
He's from the neighborhood.'

You ain't gonna find him
at 8th and market.

Why not?

'Cause that's
where the Hermanoshang.

Orlando's not with them
no more.

- Gang Unit says different.
- They don't know.

Jumped into a new gang
a couple months ago.

Yeah? Which one?

Cut me loose,
and I'll tell you.

The Locopimps.

House on Lex and Tremont,
that's their spot.

Gang Unit says the information's
six months old.

Kid could be right.
Wouldn't hurt to check it out.

Lex and Tremont's close.
If Orlando doesn't show up

we'll swing by the other
location.

If you get him,
you'll let me out, right?

Let's go.

You're dragging, people!

Stay in tempo!

Off the string.

Off the string.

Stop!
Stop. Stop.

Ariel.

B-flat? It's ridiculous,
even for you.

While we're on the subject, Ann,
Carol, you're dragging.

Trumpets, measure 37,
soggy.

I thought it sounded
perfectly lovely. Bravo.

You're awfully picky,
aren't you?

Who are you?
Never mind. Go. Leave. Now.

I'm with the CBI.
I'm here about the murder.

Uh, if you'll please wait
outside.

You hate being interrupted,
don't you?

- As a matter of fact, I do.
- Interesting.

I have one question,
then I'll leave.

I know it was you
that murdered Eleanor Artega.

I just need to know why,
Vincent. Why did you kill her?

- You are crazy.
- Aha!

That is exactly, exactly
what I thought you would say

now I know for sure.

Yes.

You, sir
are a cold-blooded murderer.

And you will get
what you deserve.

I did not kill Eleanor Artega.

- Are you sure of that?
- Very sure.

- Meh. Well, it's worth a try.
- Worth a try?

Yeah, the old
"It was you" gambit.

Guilty people often fold up
at that point.

Guilty people
with a conscience, that is

which means
you're either innocent

or you're a cold,
heartless monster...or both.

This is an outrageous abuse
of authority.

Yes, yes, I know. Don't go
getting on your high horse.

It still might be you,
and if it is..

...justice will find you.

- What?
- We're wasting our time.

Orlando's not gonna show up.
The kid played us.

Sounded like he knew
what he was talking about.

He knows how to sell it.

Ah, he doesn't seem
that bad to me.

I used to be that kid.

Any chance to mess with a cop,
I'd do it.

Hey, check it out.

- That's Orlando, isn't it?
- Yeah. Go. Go.

CBI.

Let me see your hands.
Do it.

Tell me about Eleanor.

Orlando, you want to talk
after spending the night

in a holding cell,
that's your right

but tomorrow morning,
I am still gonna be asking you

the same questions.

What you want to know?

You were an unlikely couple.

Eleanor was in the orchestra.
She was moving her way up.

You weren't.
Then she dumps you.

Must have been stressful.
Did it make you angry?

Yeah, here we go,
jamming me up for this.

- I'm just askin'.
- I wasn't angry.

Eleanor was all about music,
always.

Wasn't gonna let me or anyone
else get in the way of that.

I respected that.

Then why'd you keep calling,
going over to her apartment?

We were cool. There was
no reason not to hang.

Except a restraining order.

Her mother made her do that.
She told me.

Her mom thought
I was moving in again

'cause I came by
a couple times.

If you're
such a stand-up guy

why did you run
from the crime scene?

A cop calls me out,
what I'm gonna do?

I wouldn't hurt El.

Didn't want nothin'
but good for her.

Believe it, don't..

I don't control you.

I talked to the clerk
of the judge

who issued
the restraining order.

Orlando's right.
Eleanor did ask for it

but her mother was
the driving force.

That's not
what Isabella said.

Also, I checked
Eleanor's e-mails.

Eleanor fired Isabella
as her manager

and hired a new one
just a couple weeks ago.

I bet that didn't go over
well with the mom.

New manager says Eleanor
and her mother weren't speaking.

They spoke before she died.
Go talk to Isabella again.

Find out
what they really said.

Okay, I'm on it.

You'll sleep here.

The door will be locked, but
there's someone down the hall.

You need anything,
just bang on the door, okay?

But I'm leaving tomorrow,
right?

Depends on when
juvenile services gets here.

Juvenile services?
You said you'd let me go

if I gave you Orlando.

- We had a deal.
- There was no deal.

Come on, man.
Don't punk out on me.

I'm not kidding.
I need to get out of here.

Well, you should have thought
of that before you stole a car.

- No, I've got business.
- It'll have to wait.

- Hey.
- Let me go!

Get off of me.
Get off of me, man!

- Let me go!
- Hey. Hey, Stop. Stop.

- Take it easy.
- Get off of me.

Look at me. Look at me.

What's this really about?

Hmm?

I'm not leaving
until you tell me.

My dad got arrested.

They say he robbed
a liquor store

but he didn't.

Alright.

He didn't.

He's got an alibi.

Dude named Jayden Stephens.

But Jayden won't come forward.

He's got warrants out on him,
so he's hiding.

But my dad's going on trial
next week.

I can't find Jayden..

My dad's going to prison.

That's why I stole your car.

Jayden's running with
the True Heights Villains.

I was thinking if I can
jump in with them

they'd tell me
where he's hiding.

Figured they'd know.

You were joining a gang to get
your father out of prison.

Yeah.

Try to get some sleep.

We know Eleanor fired you
as her manager.

Why didn't you tell us that?

I didn't think
it was important.

Well, you must've
talked about it

the night Eleanor came here
and she was killed.

We did.

She wanted to make up.
I didn't.

I should've, but I didn't.

So the last time you spoke,
you fought?

Are you asking
if I killed my daughter?

No, ma'am, I'm just trying
to get the facts straight.

Yes, she is.

I mean, come on, you are.

Most kids never make it
out of this neighborhood.

Eleanor did..

...because I gave her
everything

so she could
have a better life.

- Why would I hurt her?
- Grace, it's clear as day.

Isabella had nothing to do
with her daughter's death.

More importantly,
was Eleanor into cats?

Cats? No.

What about ancient Egypt,
pyramids? Mummies?

No. She never talked to me
about Egypt.

Okay.
Thanks. Let's roll.

'And I look forward
to seeing all of you'

'tomorrow night as
our 73rd season begins.'

'So to all our donors,
our board members'

'our most loyal supporters'

I say thank you.

Is that for Ariel? More of
a red wine girl, I would think.

How'd you know
this was for her?

Well, clearly,
you've got a thing for her.

Word to the wise,
she likes the bad boys.

- Oh, you're back.
- Mm.

- Don't let Vincent see you.
- I think I can take him.

Can I watch?
That was fun last time.

This is not a joke, Ariel.

I'm following up
on an important clue.

It could very well
break the case.

Well, come on.

You're gonna tell us, right?

- He can't, Ariel.
- Oh, we won't say anything.

- Promise.
- I'd like to know.

Well, I suppose you're
gonna hear soon enough.

Eleanor was in a relationship
with someone from the orchestra.

I suspected as much.

- Who was it?
- Uh, I can't..

It couldn't be Douglas,
could it?

Or Howard?

Think bigger.
That's all I'm saying.

It wasn't..

- No.
- Are you serious?

Deadly.
Mm.

And he was
abusing her..

...sexually.

- That's awful.
- Yes. Shh.

- Oh, my..
- I don't see it.

'ID, please.'

Mr. Rome, I'm Kimball Cho
with the CBI.

Your son Anthony
tells me you're innocent

of the charge you're facing.
Is that true?

- Anthony told you that?
- Yeah.

How you know my son?

That's not important
right now.

Why the hell do you care
about any of this?

I'm giving you a chance to say
you didn't do the crime.

- You're not gonna take it?
- No. No, I didn't do it.

DA says you did.

Yeah, a store owner picked me
out of a lineup.

Bad witness ID. That's all.

But you know how hard
that is to beat, right?

And you've robbed
a lot of stores, haven't you?

Not anymore.
That is all behind me.

Since when?

Since Anthony's mother
passed about a year ago.

I've been trying to step up,
do better.

Look, I even got
a new construction job.

And you run with
the South Side Mafia.

How do they feel
about you stepping up?

I'm jumping out as soon
as I put all this behind me.

You've had a year to jump out.
What are you waiting for?

Man, the hell with you!

You don't know me!

DA offered you two years. You
could do that much time easily.

Why'd you turn it down?

Two years of my boy in foster
care, out there on the streets?

He would be dead
or in a cell with me.

No. I been gone too long.
I have got to get outta here.

Tell me about
Jayden Stephens.

- I got your message.
- Just in time.

- The fun will soon begin.
- What's going on?

Ahem. It's just horrible,
isn't it?

What is, ma'am?

Our conductor..

...has been having
an illicit relationship

with our poor, dear Eleanor.

- No.
- Yes.

And he hit her.

- Allison! Excuse me.
- You're excused.

- You. Why?
- Lure out the real lover.

Oops. Gotta go.

Someone in the orchestra
had a passionate

and unrequited
crush on Eleanor.

- And you know this because?
- Cats and Egypt.

Eleanor wasn't into them.

The bookmark. she didn't
buy it for herself

and it's too expensive
for a casual gift.

Someone was trying very hard
to impress her.

Now thanks to the rumor mill,
that person thinks

that Vincent was sleeping
with Eleanor.

Add in a couple of glasses
of champagne

and if I haven't missed
the mark..

You son of a bitch. How could
you do that to Eleanor?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

- 'Don't lie to me.'
- Here we go.

Go home and sober up.

That's enough!
Get off of him! Come on!

Now. Break it up!
Break it up now!

Break it up.

- Oh!
- Break it up! Enough! Enough!

Let me know if you need me
to call for backup.

It's alright. Oh! Hey! Get..
I said, get your hands off!

Constance, we know you bought
Eleanor that bookmark.

We found the charge
on your credit card records.

You were in love with her,
weren't you?

Yes, I was.

When did you tell her?

A few weeks ago.

She was really, really nice

but..

...she wasn't interested.

Did that upset you?

I suppose a little.

Mm. You have a temper,
don't you?

No. Hardly at all.

Oh, you got pretty angry
at Vincent.

That was different.

I-I thought..

I heard Vincent hurt Eleanor.

I...I didn't think
that was right.

And what about
the night Eleanor died?

Did you have a temper then?

You knew she was playing
that night.

It wouldn't have been
that hard to follow her.

You can't be serious.

I don't think the fact
that Vincent had abused Eleanor

is what upset you.

I think you couldn't stand her
being with somebody else.

No.

Alright, then explain this
for me then.

Why was the gun that killed
Eleanor in your car?

What?

A few hours ago,
we found it in your trunk.

That isn't mine.
It's..

Th-that's not mine.
It-it isn't.

That's not really an explanation
of how it got there.

I..
I-I want a lawyer.

Please.

So...Constance.

- We're charging her.
- Then we can all rest easy.

Mm.

- Say it.
- She didn't do it.

We found the weapon
in her car.

Didn't do it.

Unless you have actual evidence
that exonerates her

we have to charge her.

If she were the killer,
she would have exhibited

some measure of guilt.

All I observed was
sincere grief.

Actual evidence.

Okay. The gauntlet's
been thrown down.

When you searched Constance's
car, did you notice any flowers?

- No. Why?
- She's all yours.

Hey, Osvaldo.

How's it going
in the DA's office?

Not so good. We need
to talk about Agent Cho.

Ardiles is prosecuting Rome.

I'm told you visited Rome
in jail. Is that true?

- Why do you wanna know?
- Why do..

Uh, because Mr. Rome's lawyer
has sent me an updated

witness list with the name
Jayden Stephens on it

which is interesting,
because as far as I can tell

Jayden Stephens
is a convenient figment

of Mr. Rome's imagination.

But now according
to Mr. Rome's lawyer

even though you have
nothing to do with this

you said you'd track down
this Mr. Stephens

thereby providing Mr. Rome
with an alibi

potentially screwing my case.

That's why I need to know,
Agent Cho.

Answer him.

Yes, I did that.

Agent, do you know who, uh

Asante James
and Rodrick Pierce are?

No.

Well, they're only
the, uh, top two lieutenants

in the South Side Mafia.

Probably a dozen
bodies on each.

Lawrence Rome
worked with them.

You want Lawrence to flip?

- Well, that's the idea.
- Lawrence won't flip.

- Really? Why not?
- He knows they'd kill him.

Right. And you know so much
about that?

More than you, I guess.

Agent, do I have to take this
upstairs? Because I'm ready.

No, you don't.
Hey, this is not our case.

Rome's attorney
or the DA's office

can look
for Jayden Stephens.

We should not get involved.

Good.

Then we're in agreement.

We shouldn't get involved.
Got it.

Where's the kid?

Juvenile services
just took him.

'Let go of me, man.
Man, let go of me!'

- 'Zip your mouth.'
- 'Let go of me!'

Hey! Hold on.

Easy, son, easy. What's up?

I'm Agent Cho. I'll take
the kid off your hands.

- What?
- I made a mistake.

Let's just
forget I filed a report, okay?

Too late.
Paperwork's been filed.

It's my case now. Besides,
it took me an hour to get here.

I'm not going back
empty-handed. Now do you mind?

Oh!

- Hey, hey.
- Give him to me.

Sorry. Can't do that.

- He hit you. That's battery.
- Are you kidding me?

I have to process him now.

- Paperwork.
- Hold on.

- Bye.
- Hey. This is bull!

What are you doing, man?

Be quiet
or I'll give you back.

I thought the police work
was over.

Oh, I just stopped by
to congratulate you.

I'm sorry. Me?

You are the new concertmaster,
aren't you?

Now that Constance
is in the pokey.

Thanks.

It's not exactly something
that deserves congratulations.

When you heard about
the promotion, what was

the first thought
that popped into your head?

Sadness...relief.

You know, just last week
I was thinking of leaving here

and trying my luck elsewhere.

- Now..
- Mm.

Well, you got
what you wanted.

You're pleased
and...yet you feel guilty.

It's perfectly
understandable.

I need to get back
to rehearsing.

Don't mind me.

Excuse me.

Do you know if there's
a good florist nearby?

- 'What up, Jay?'
- 'What up, Jay?'

- Jayden Stephens?
- Who wants to know?

Hey, CBI.
Let me see your hands.

Alright.

We're gonna talk
about Lawrence Rome.

We can talk. Let's talk.

Give me your arms.
Give me your arms!

'What did I do?'

Get up!

What the hell's
going on here?

- Get out of the way.
- Or what?

Keep breathing.
You'll be fine.

For you.

- Does it squirt water?
- No. No trick.

Maybe just a little trick.
Catch the killer.

- With a hydrangea?
- Yeah.

How?

Well, wouldn't that
be spoiling the fun?

For you.
Spoiling the fun for you.

That's the fun
that matters.

We're dropping charges
against Lawrence Rome.

I see.

And personally,
I think the alibi is bogus

but we had to interview
the store owner again.

'Now he says, uh,
maybe his ID was wrong.'

'Maybe it wasn't
Lawrence Rome.'

Whole thing's
gone down the toilet.

- We had an agreement.
- I agreed I shouldn't help.

Didn't say I wouldn't.

From now on, you get nothing
from the DA's office.

No favors, no help,
and not just you

'but every agent
in this unit.'

You have screwed things
for your people, my friend.

Six months from now,
Lawrence Rome will be

back inside for ripping off
another liquor store

his kid'll be back
in foster care

and the South Side Mafia
will be stronger than ever.

You're wrong.

You wanna bet on that?

on the stage, either side
of the stairs.

Oh, no, no, no, no!

Stop! Stop! Stop!
Kieran!

You're my rock! Never
a wrong note. What is going on?

I'm sorry, maestro, just..
I'm not feeling very well.

What is the matter?

I can answer that.

- What's he doing here?
- Fabulous suit, by the way.

Kieran's not so much feeling
sick as he is feeling guilty.

Sick with guilt because it was
him that killed Eleanor.

Come on.

Hydrangeas don't lie.

Well, if they could speak,
they wouldn't lie.

What are you talking about?

Somebody gave Eleanor
a bouquet of hydrangeas

the night of the murder.

After you shot
Eleanor, you swiped them

leaving behind a single petal.

'And when you saw them,
you couldn't help'

remembering that night.

You felt guilty.
It killed your concentration.

Come on. Constance killed her.
You found the gun in her car.

- Because you framed her.
- 'Precisely.'

The question remains,
why would a man kill

the first chair violinist and
then frame the second chair?

Because with the first
and second chair

out of the picture,
the third takes first.

Ariel.

Kieran here has
a little crush on you.

Well, let's not beat
around the bush here, Kieran.

It's more of an obsession.

He'd heard
that you'd been thinking

about leaving the orchestra.

Then he would lose you.
So he had to shake things up.

- Kieran?
- It's not true.

Okay, this is because
I played a few wrong notes?

This is crazy!

He told you that you'd
eventually

become first chair,
didn't he?

It was just a feeling
that he had, a little hunch.

He always had faith in you.

- Ariel.
- You stay away from me.

Wait, Ariel, wait.
No, no. Wait. Wait.

- Ariel, listen. No, Ariel.
- Calm down.

Ariel! Ariel, wait! No! Listen!
I just want to make you happy!

- 'That is enough.'
- Maestro, take five.

- Okay.
- Break, everyone.

Eleanor was nothing
compared to Ariel.

She didn't have
the technique.

So after rehearsal that night,
I followed Eleanor

to her performance.

Why'd you take the flowers?

He didn't think Eleanor deserved
them. Isn't that right?

Ariel is
ten times the player.

Shedeserved
the recognition.

If I had to give it to her..

...so be it.

Very gallant.

Still, I wouldn't expect
a conjugal.

Dad!

- Oh, what's up, man?
- Oh.

- I missed you so much.
- Oh! Look at you.

God, look at you.

Come on.

I missed you.

Lawrence.

Alright.
Give me a minute.

Okay.

I talked to the Gang Unit.

If you haven't jumped out
in a month, they'll let me know.

I said I would.

You have a chance.
Don't mess it up.

What's this punk
saying to you, dad?

Easy. Easy, little man.
We just-we just talking.

Hey, Cho. We got a new one.
We're heading out in a minute.

Thanks, Mr. Rigsby.

I really appreciate
everything.

Uh, yeah. Um, no problem.

That was weird.
I barely talked to the kid.

Check your pockets.

My wallet. Damn it!

Hold the elevator!

Mind if I..