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Jane.

Jane, could you 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 Ortega. Shot in the chest. There are reports of gunshots

around 11.

Is she from the neighborhood?

ID gives an address across town, but one of the Sacpedia officers says she grew

up in the neighborhood.

Her mother runs a grocery a few blocks away.

Pretty dress.

Maybe she's coming from some kind of event, wedding?

Performance more like it. She's a musician.

Some kind of stringed instrument.

Because? Because of the 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 Sacpedia gang unit, see who's active. Okay, I was

looking loose.

I joined you, Petal.

Interesting decoration for gang slang, 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 Oteño gangs in the Northeast. Call me

back as soon as possible. Thanks.

Hey. Damn it! You're 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 something about her?

I look like a snitch to you?

Keep walking.

Go on.

Anything would be useful, so if you wouldn't mind, just... Just give us a

call, and thank you very much for your time.

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

I could point out someone that knows something useful with 25 words or less.

Oh, really?

Count them.

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

Oops.

Not $100. Just $1.

For information.

Any takers?

$25.

Weeping. 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, you in the cloud. We're going to have to ask you some questions.

Chad, we've got a runner.

Get the car. Head off or on the block.

Someone took my keys.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Stop the car!

Thanks for the ride. Stop the... Come on, Starsky.

Let's go get him. I'll drive.

They're welcome.

Miss Ortega, we're very sorry for your loss, but I need to ask you some

questions about your daughter. I have work to do.

Ma'am, what did Eleanor do for a living?

She was a concert violinist with the orchestra. Dawn!

I said the first shell for these.

Sorry, Miss Artea.

First chair violin.

The concert master.

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'd given a solo performance.

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 Iglesias.

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.

Called, came to the apartment.

We had to get a restraining order. God!

Mop!

Hey, boss.

So I confirmed that Eleanor Ortega played a private event the night that

she was murdered. Apparently celebrating the recent purchase by a collector of a,

wait for it, a Russian Stradivarius violin.

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

Orlando Iglesias. He's got a sheet, some low-level stuff. He runs with the

Norteno gang, the Lincoln Avenue Hermanos.

Eleanor did have her straining 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.

Jane.

Jane.

Jane.

You got a little homicide investigation going on here? You care to join us?

Yeah, I'm a little busy right now. Brahms Concerto in D major.

She's very good. Very elegant rubato.

Music later.

We have a viable suspect.

The victim's ex-boyfriend.

Well, goose chase, I hope.

You hope? Why?

Well, because if it is the boyfriend, then it's boring and tragic, but dull,

which is to be avoided at all costs.

Where are you going?

You choke?

That's right.

Beller, SAC PD, Anthony Rome.

Picked him up on Bellwood in the northwest.

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

Juvenile service 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 can't put you up to this?

I don't belong to the gang.

Stealing a cop car, that's an initiation.

You're jumping in with somebody who?

Beastie Mob, True Heights villains?

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

Hang on to him.

Juvenile services 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 Bellow. We appreciate the assist.

No problem.

Boss. Zack Petey 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.

Oh, really, I'm sorry. I'm not buying it.

Come on.

Whatever, Paul.

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 oboe-esque.

Concertmaster sits here, yes?

Yes.

Interesting bookmark.

Yeah, looks like an expensive one. Really?

You know, if you tell me what you're looking for, I might be able to help.

I'm looking for a killer.

Eleanor's killer? Up 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.

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 day after tomorrow.

Opening night, big fundraising meet-and-greet with our donors. Some of

us thought we should postpone because of Eleanor, but the maestro didn't agree.

Your conductor, a tyrant.

Vincent Mannheiser. I wouldn't say he's a tyrant. He's just not nice.

All right, let's get to work.

See for yourself.

Come on, people.

Let's go.

Haven't got all day.

Up, up, up. Come on.

All right.

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.

All right, everyone.

Ready?

From the top.

And... Attention.

What day is it?

Orlando Iglesias.

Okay, thanks.

Gang unit's gonna ask around.

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

Here you go.

I can't eat this.

Why not?

I'm a vegetarian.

Now it's vegetarian.

Hey, pick that up.

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 Rohn.

Runs with the Southside Mafia.

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

Wait,

I'm getting coffee.

Want some?

No, thanks.

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?

Hurry!

Nice try.

Let's go.

I'm a minor. Too bad.

I know I shouldn't have messaged you, but 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 Iglesias, right?

I know him.

He's from my neighborhood.

He ain't gonna find him at 8th and Market.

Why not?

Because that's what Germano's saying.

Orlando's not with him no more.

Gang unit says different.

They don't know.

Jumped into a new gang couple months ago. Yeah? Which one?

Cut me loose and I'll tell you.

The local pimps.

House on Lex and Tremont.

That's their spot.

Inunit 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.

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, be flat.

It's ridiculous even for you.

While we're on the subject, Ann Carroll, 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.

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 Ortega. I just need to know why,

Vincent.

Why did you kill her?

You are crazy.

Uh-huh.

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 Ortega.

Are you sure of that?

Very sure.

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.

We're wasting our time.

Orlando's not going to show up. Kid played us. It sounded like he knew what

he was talking about.

He knows how to sell it.

All right, it 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.

Let me see your hands. Do it.

Tell me about Eleanor.

Orlando, you want to talk after spending the night in the holding cell? That's

your right.

But tomorrow morning, I am still going to be asking you the same questions.

What do you want to know?

You are 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.

Jam me up for this.

I'm just asking.

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 because I came by a couple times.

If you're such a stand-up guy, why did you run from the crime scene?

Cop calls me out what I'm gonna do.

I wouldn't hurt Elle.

They don't want nothing but good for her.

Believe it or don't, I don't control you.

Talk to the clerk of the judge who issued the restraining order.

Well, I'm just right.

Eleanor did ask for it, but her mother was the driving force.

That's not what Isabella said. Also, I checked Eleanor's emails.

Eleanor fired Isabella as her manager and hired a new one just a couple weeks

ago. Bet that didn't go over well with the mom.

The 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 want 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 a land up.

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.

Then I'll have to wait.

Let me go!

You left me!

Get off of me!

Hey, stop. Stop.

Take it easy.

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.

Right.

He didn't.

He's got an alibi.

A dude named Jaden Stevens.

But Jaden 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 Jaden.

My dad's going to prison.

That's why I stole your car.

Shady's running with the True Heist villains.

I was thinking if I can jump in with them.

They tell me where he's hiding.

Figured they know.

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

Yeah.

Try to get some sleep.

Eleanor fired you as her manager. Why didn't you tell us that?

I didn't think it was important.

Well, you must have talked about it the night Eleanor came here and she was

killed.

We did.

She wanted to make up. I didn't.

I should have, 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.

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.

Isabel 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. 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.

That's 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.

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.

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 going to hear soon enough.

Eleanor was in a relationship with someone from the orchestra.

I suspect it as much.

Who was it?

I can't. It could be Douglas.

Could it?

Or Howard.

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

It wasn't.

No. Are you serious?

Deadly. Hmm.

And he was abusing her.

Sexually.

That's awful.

Yes.

I don't see it.

ID, please.

Mr. Rahm, 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 do 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 going to

take it?

No, no, I didn't do it. DA says you did.

Yeah, a store owner picked me out of a line, a bad witness ID, that's all.

But you know how hard that has to be, right?

Now, 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.

I even got a new construction job.

And you run with the Southside Mafia.

How do they feel about you stepping up?

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

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

Man, the hell with you.

You don't know me.

D.A. offered you two years.

You could do that much time easily.

Why'd you turn it down?

Two years and my boy in foster care?

Out there on the streets, he would be dead or in a cell with me.

No. I haven't gone too long.

I've got to get out of here.

Tell me about Jaden Stevens.

I got your message.

Just in time. The fun will soon begin.

What's going on?

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.

Alison, excuse me. You're excused.

You. Why?

Lure out the real lover.

Oops, gotta go.

Someone in the orchestra had a passionate, yet unrequited crush on

Ellen. And it is because... Cats in Egypt.

Ellen 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. Here we go.

Don't lie to me!

Go home and sober up.

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

Constance, we knew you had Eleanor that bookmark.

We found the charge in 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.

You have a temper, don't you?

No, hardly at all.

Well, you got pretty angry at Vincent.

That was different.

I thought I heard Vincent hurt Eleanor. I didn't think that was right.

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's would upset you.

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

No. All right, 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... It's not mine. It isn't... That's not really an explanation of how

it got there.

I... I want a lawyer.

Please.

So, Constance.

We're charging her.

Then we can all rest easy.

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, I... She's all yours.

Hey, Osvaldo.

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

Not so good.

We need to talk about Agent Joe.

Our dealies is prosecuting Rome.

Told you visited Rome in jail. Is that true?

Why do you want to know?

Why do... Because Mr. Rome's lawyer has sent me an updated

witness list with the name Jaden Stevens on it.

Which is interesting, because as far as I can tell, Jaden Stevens 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. Stevens,

thereby providing Mr.

Rome with an alibi, potentially screwing my case.

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

Answer him.

Yes, I did that.

Agent, do you know who Asante, James, and Roderick Pierce are?

No.

Well, they're only the 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. This is not our case.

Rome's attorney or the DA's office can look for Jaden Stevens.

We should not get involved.

Good.

Then we're in agreement.

We shouldn't get involved.

Got it.

Where's the kid?

General Services just took him.

Hey,

hold up.

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?

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!

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 concert master, 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's up,

Jay? What's up, Jay?

Jane Stevens.

Who wants to know?

Hey, CBI, let me see your hands.

All right.

We're going to talk about Lawrence Rum.

We can talk.

Let's talk.

Give me your arms.

Give me your arms!

What'd 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 Frome.

I see.

And personally, I think the alibi is bogus, but we had to interview the store

owner again.

Now he says maybe his ID was wrong. Maybe it wasn't Lawrence Frome.

The 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 will be back in foster care, and the Southside Mafia

will be stronger than ever.

You're wrong.

You want to bet on that?

On the stage, either side of the stairs.

No, no, no, no, no!

Stop, stop, stop!

Tyrion!

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, and 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 the first chair,

didn't he? This is the feeling that he had. A little hunch.

He always had faith in you.

Ariel.

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

wait,

no, I just want to make you happy.

That's 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?

You didn't think Eleanor deserved them, isn't that right?

Ariel was ten times the player she deserved the recognition.

If I had to give it to her, so be it.

Very gallant.

Still, I wouldn't expect a conjugal.

What's up, man?

I missed you so much.

Look at you.

God, look at you.

I missed you.

Lawrence.

All right.

Give me a minute.

I talked to the gang unit. If you haven't jumped down in a month, they'll

let me know.

I said I would.

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

What's this phone saying to you, Dad?

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

Hey, Joe. I got a new one. In a minute.

Thanks, Mr. Rigsby.

Really appreciate everything.

Uh, yeah. Um, no problem.

That was weird.

Barely talked to the kid.

Check your pockets.

Roll it.

Time to make it.

I'll get over there!