All language subtitles for Elsbeth S02E01 - Subscription to Murder

(chimes sounding)

(indistinct chatter)

Good evening, Jesse. (sighs)

Another Thursday,

another dreary
Trovatore.

Keep an open mind.

Monday night
was pretty good.

They pay you to say that.

But we live in hope.

(Phillip sighs)

Uh, this is us.
Oh.

EDDIE:
Oh, some seats, right?

Amazing. I feel like Cher
in that movie.

(chuckles) Oh, I have to pee.
Should I go or wait?

I would go.

I'm sorry.
I couldn't help overhearing.

If you leave
during the performance,

the ushers won't let you back in
until intermission.

Oh.

Then I will go now.
(chuckles)

Thank you. (chuckles)

Thanks.

I don't want to be nosy,
but I'm here on my subscription,

and I always sit behind
an older woman, Abigail,

who comes
with her home aide.

Oh, yeah, Abby was
my grandmother.

She died last week.

Oh.

I'm terribly sorry
to hear that.

She was so lovely.

And short.

Yeah, she, uh,
she left me her subscription.

I see.
Are you an opera lover?

Uh, you mean fat people
screaming for three hours?

No, not a fan.

Then why are you here?

To be honest...

tell a woman
you got

great seats to the opera,
boom, you're in.

You know what I mean?
(chuckles)

You here with anyone?

PHILLIP:
No.

This seat...

used to be occupied
by my late wife, Evelyn.

I know it's
an extravagance, but, uh,

I haven't had the heart
to give it up.

I am sorry
about your grandmother.

Oh, whatever. She was old.

(laughs)

I guess you'd better get used to
sitting behind me now.

Welcome to the opera.

There really is
nothing like it. Enjoy.

MANDY (whispers):
Hey.

(sighs)

(lively orchestral music
playing)

(singers singing in Italian)

(woman singing intense aria)
(cell phone chiming)

(snoring)

(man singing in Italian)

(laughing)
♪ Figaro, Figaro, Figaro ♪

♪ Figaro, Figaro,
Figaro, Figaro ♪

♪ Figaro, Figaro, Figaro ♪

(aria continues in Italian)

(plastic bottle crinkling)

(crunching loudly)
(gulping)

(belches, grunts)

(crunching loudly)

(sneezes)

(woman singing melancholy aria)

(cell phone ringing)

Hello?
(someone shushes)

Talk louder.
I'm at the opera.

(scoffs) How should I know?
It's in French or something.

Really?

Hey, it's my buddy Sean.
He's got a table at 10 Hemlock.

You want to go?

You get the
joke, right?

Sure.
We're coming.

Uh, Stoli, dirty.

(aria continues)

(sighs)

(groans)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(intense operatic song playing
with singing in Italian)

(grunts)

(grunting)

(singing continues)

(singing continues)

(grunting)

(singing continues)

(singing continues)

(panting)

(cell phone ringing)

Unbelievable.

♪ ♪

Feels like
just yesterday.

KAYA:
This is New York.

Fads come and go.

I suppose the fact
that Matteo

was guilty of murder
didn't help.

Probably not.

Well, back to being unique.

Which isn't so bad.

Now, let's go find you
some detective clothes.

So, I appreciate you helping me
out, but you do know we have

slightly different
taste in clothes.

I know, but I still feel
like Detective Blanke

showing up at the crime scene
should make a statement.

This feels
a little premature.

Why?
Captain Wagner said

you're on the fast track
to detective.

(chuckles) The fast track
seems pretty slow.

But the summer
was slow in general.

Oh, I know. I feel like I had
just gotten in the groove,

and then we had this
big, long summer break.
Mm-hmm.

What happened to all of
our high profile cases?

Oh. They're all
in Martha's Vineyard,

Tuscany, driving drunk
in Sag Harbor.

Oh. Right. (laughs)
(laughs)

Well, they should
be back soon.

Maybe we should wait
till things pick up a little.

(sirens wailing in distance)

KAYA:
Detective Fleming?

Captain Wagner said
I should find you.

Officer Blanke.
I know. I know everything.

You don't spend
36 years

on the force without
picking up a few things.

ELSBETH:
Wow, that's a long time.

I'm Elsbeth...

Tascioni. I know.

With the consent decree.

Buzz Fleming.

You'd better not
screw up my pension.

Oh. I'm sure I won't.

Not without a super good reason.

You,

you're on the detective track?

Stick with me,
I'll show you the ropes.

I appreciate that.

So, uh, the victim was
stabbed multiple times?

First lesson:

All cases are about
either sex or money.

The victim's wallet
is gone,

indicating a robbery.

Wh-Why would a random thief

stab someone that many times?

That's a very good point.

Maybe the victim
put up a struggle.

Young Wall Street guy
living in a place like this

doesn't give up
his money so easy.

Found these in his pocket.
ELSBETH: Ooh!

What are those?

Two tickets to Tosca last night.

Good seats.

So...

multiple wounds after
a night at the opera.

Sounds like
a crime of passion.

FLEMING:
I don't think so,

but we do our due diligence.

Let's find out
who he went with.

His phone. No prints.
Where'd you find that?

On the floor over there.

It was smashed against
the railing near the body.

So, the killer smashed
the victim's phone

and then threw it
across the room.

That's a passionate
thing to do.
Mm-hmm.

Or...

the victim smashed
his own phone

after an upsetting call.
Oh.

We'll check the records,
find out who called who,

but, uh, this feels like
a random robbery.

Huh.
What "huh"?

Well, it's just,
why would somebody random

be so angry
at a cell phone?

(quiet chatter)

(sighs)

Ringers off.

♪ ♪

As you know, Lieutenant Noonan
was an old friend.

That must have hurt.

The point is,

I worry that my personal history

with Dave Noonan
may have blinded me.

So you're looking
for a new lieutenant

who's not your friend?

I suppose. You...

You have a reputation

as someone who,
you know...

I'm not the buddy-buddy type.

And that's okay.

I'm the numbers guy.
Stats, regulations.

Moneyball is my favorite movie.

Really? All-time?

Captain, I understand
your predicament.

You've been
through a crisis.

The precinct
is still recovering.

You need someone clean as
a whistle, who's nobody's buddy.

I don't mind being that person.
I accept your offer.

I actually hadn't offered you...
On one condition.

I give everything
that goes on here--

and I mean everything--
a thorough going-over.

No more
cutting corners.

Nothing just
slips by.

Not anymore.

You know something?

I feel better already.

Good morning. Hey, good morning.

Oh, Elsbeth,

I want to
introduce you to

our new administrative
lieutenant.

Elsbeth Tascioni, Steve Connor.

Oh, I didn't realize.

Did you think Lieutenant Noonan
wouldn't be replaced?

To be honest,
I hadn't thought about it.

Duh. (chuckles) Hi.

The Department of Justice
has agreed to fund

Ms. Tascioni's consent decree
for another year.

She's been
a great help to us.

Is that for your office?
Uh, yes.

I've been, um, trying
different things to warm it up.

This was Lieutenant Noonan's
office, wasn't it?

Oh, yes, it was.

Oh, my gosh, what am I thinking?

Uh, you're the new lieutenant.

You really should
have this office.

Oh, no. That's kind of you,
but I'll be perfectly happy

on the...
Fifth.

Fifth floor. And besides,

if I do my job right,
you and your consent decree

will be out of here
in a few months anyway.

Fifth floor, you said?
Mm-hmm.

Well, that was terrifying.

Are you sure about that guy?

No. But I was sure
about Dave Noonan,

and look how that
turned out.

I'm not sure that's
the way it works.

FLEMING:
Captain.

How we doing on
this Wall Street murder case?

Looks like a robbery,
but as Officer Blanke

and Ms. Tascioni pointed out,
some things don't add up.

WAGNER:
Well, let's get this
nailed down soon.

A broker murdered
in his own home

after a night at the opera
is bad for the city.

And the opera.

My gut still thinks
it's about money.

Find the victim's
missing wallet,

you'll find the killer.

♪ ♪

Here's the autopsy.

And here are
close-up photographs

of the various wounds.

Oh, whoever did this
really wanted

Eddie Reese to die.
Hmm.

Oh, this is interesting.

Oh, what is?

There was unidentified DNA
found on the body.

So many knife wounds.
Yeah.

Huh. Okay, look.

This looks like a bruise
from the hilt

of the same knife,
but there's no puncture mark.

How is that possible?

Maybe the blade
finally fell off,

or maybe the killer
turned the knife around

and beat him with it.

Really? Uh, have...
Wait, have you ever seen that?

FLEMING:
Could be a sign of overkill.

I'm switching my theory
from money to sex.

When I'm wrong, I'm wrong.
I admit it.

Remember that.
Oh, I will.

This is probably the work
of a jilted lover.

Well, that won't narrow
things down too much.

What do you mean?

Oh, I went through
Eddie's selfies.

This guy had a lot of dates.

Hmm.

Well, I'd never been taken
to the opera before,

and I thought it sounded
fun, classy. (chuckles)

And it was... kind of.

You know where the guy sings...
♪ Figaro, figaro, figaro. ♪

That's real.

I thought it was a cartoon.

The opera lasted a lot longer
than the sex,

I can tell you that much.

I thought it was boring.
So boring.

Like Oppenheimer boring.

Does that make me a bad person?

Well, I would've stayed,

but his friend Sean
invited us to some club,

and they got in a fight,

and then Eddie
left me there.

Not to speak ill of the dead,
but he was awful.

He was, like,
the worst guy in New York.

Maybe in the tristate area.

MANDY:
So, there are others?

Should've known.

FLEMING:
Maybe you did know
and you got jealous

and you tracked him down

and you murdered him
in cold blood.

That's ridiculous.

"Ridiculous" is just what
a killer would say.

We call that
"bad cop."

Yes, we do.

Someone found the wallet
up by the G.W. Bridge.

No cash in it.

Oh. We're back to money.

So, what led you
to the job?

Was your dad
on the force?

No. I watched cop shows
with my mom.

She'd get home from work,
we'd heat up dinner,

and we'd watch.

I liked how things always came
out right in the end, you know?

Bad guys
get caught.

And on better days, that's how
it works in real life, too.

Mm. I could use
some better days.

(sighs) Okay, so they said
they found the wallet

somewhere over here?

Let's take a look.

This might
take a minute.

(groans) Okay.

(sighs)

Hi.

Mind if I ask you
a couple questions?

ELSBETH:
Oh, that's a pretty dress.

I wish I could wear that.

Hmm.

Who is that guy?

You don't look very happy,

do you?

Thank you so much.

Huh. Nope.

No clues.

So, while you were down there,
I talked to a guy over there

who said
he noticed a man

with a mustache wearing a hat,
sunglasses and expensive shoes.

So... I'm the killer,

but I want
to plant this wallet

where nobody will be able
to trace it back to me.

And I choose here,
which is...

(watch beeps)
Oop.

5:00. We're done
for the day.

Uh, but...
You think we're getting
overtime for this? Come on.

Any big plans
for tonight?

(cell phone buzzes)

(sighs) Ah, Jesse.
(chimes sounding)

Another Thursday,
another mediocre Butterfly.

(chuckles)

JESSE:
Here you are.
These two on the aisle.

ELSBETH: Thank you.
KAYA: Thank you.

ELSBETH:
(giggles) Oh, wow!

These seats!
Mm.

Amazing.

Oh, this is so exciting.

Can you believe it?

This is my first time.

No kidding.

Nice hat.

(singing in Italian)

(crying loudly)

(applause)

Oh, God.

Oh, that was
so beautiful.

I don't even know
what to say.

That was only act one.

How about we stretch out
our legs?
Oh, yeah.

You seem like
you come here a lot.

Was that good?

Because that seemed
really good.

Ugh. The conducting
is a little sluggish,

and the soprano opted out
of the high note

in her entrance aria.

I've heard better,
but I've definitely heard worse.

Well, it seemed
good to me.

May I ask what
brought you here tonight?

These seats aren't easy to get.

Uh, we're with the police.

Our boss, Captain Wagner,
he has connections.

Yeah, the person whose seats
they are was murdered.

Oh, yes.
I read something about that.

Such a tragedy.

God, this city.

Excuse me.

Is that...?

Dr. Yablonsky.

I know that chin.

Aw.
(laughs)

You know,
I've done several

Elsbeth chins
in the last month.

Really? (laughs)
Mm-hmm.

I'm honored.

I had no idea
you were an opera lover.

Neither did I. Oh...

No, we're actually here as part
of a murder investigation.

Don't tell me
I'm a suspect again.

Oh, no, no, no. This is just
a happy coincidence.

(laughs)
Although I would love to
ask you a few questions.

If you must.

So, according to Eddie Reese's
phone records, he got two calls

that night, one at 12:33 a.m.--

which was probably around
the time he was killed--

and one for three minutes
at 9:47, when he was here.

It was Tosca. 8:00 curtain.

Act one ended 8:45.

Act two started
roughly 9:15.

9:47 would've been
right around "Vissi d'arte."

That's an aria.

It's pretty famous.

Right. But the call
lasted three minutes.

He didn't take the call
during the opera, did he?

Oh, yes. Phillip Cross,

the aisle seat scold.

He was a
successful attorney,

but his firm
forced him out for being

too argumentative.

(chuckles) That's funny.
(laughs)

How Evelyn put up with him,
I'll never know.

Who's Evelyn?
His late wife.

I never met her. She died
before I joined this series.

Series?

Oh, the subscription.
11 Thursdays.

(gasps) Ah.

He does seem to be

a bit of a loner.

Well, I tried.

I just got so tired
of listening to him complain.

Comparing every performance
with his first Tosca

in Philadelphia, 1968,

with Olivia Malapiero
and Gino Gozzi.

Please, I heard Gino Gozzi

when he sang Rigoletto
here in New York,

and he had no legato.

You know, I don't understand
what you're, um,

saying, but I love
the way it sounds.

It's like being
an obsessive

sports fan, isn't it?

I don't know why anyone
feels it necessary

to make that comparison,
but with you, I'll allow it.

(clears throat)
Oh, hey.

So, that first phone call?

It happened during the opera,
and Eddie left right after.

He took the call?
Mm-hmm.

(gasps) Ooh, I bet that
made people around him

pretty mad.

Still not a motive
for murder.

No, probably not.

(chimes sounding)
Oh.

(clears throat)

ELSBETH:
I just hope I can handle
the rest of this.

I'm already a wreck.

How about
we go out after?

There's a bar
where all the singers go.

That sounds
fantastic.

Do a lot of the opera fans
go there, too?

(cheering and applause)

Hi.

Do you mind if I join you?

For what?

I just, I wanted to apologize.

Sorry.

I just, I'm afraid that, um,

I was a bit distracting
during the opera,

weeping and-and snorting
so loud.

So sorry.

Well, it was odd behavior
for a police investigation.

No. Oh, no,
it had nothing to do with work.

I was just so moved
by Madame Butterfly.

It just tore me to pieces.

It's been a long time

since I've seen someone
gutted that way,

which is really

the only appropriate response.

I mean, there's really
nothing like it, is there?

No, there isn't.

So, uh, do you come here
after every performance?

Just about.

And, yes,
I did come here

after Tosca the night
that poor man was killed,

if that's what you're asking.

I think I still
have the receipt.

In fact, uh, I'm sure I do.

(laughs):
Wow.

You're so organized.
I admire that.

No, I was just wondering
if you might have seen

Eddie Reese here
after the opera that night.

No. But I have seen
many interesting goings-on.

Oh.
I once saw

Joan Sutherland
sneak out the back

to avoid the critic
from the Times.

Imagine a six-foot,

redheaded Australian coloratura

trying to make
herself invisible.

Huh.

So, a person could come here,

pay and make a quick exit

without being noticed,
couldn't they?

And get a receipt.

You have a devious mind.

I'm a lawyer.

(chuckles)

That's funny. Me, too.

Well, I should probably
get back to my friends.

Um, thank you for understanding
about my blubbering.

(chuckles)
To be honest,

and to my great surprise...

I enjoyed it.

I'm actually so jealous of you.

Of me?
Yes.

You clearly know
so much about opera.

Oh, you must have
a million stories

and memories.

I wish I had someone
who could teach me.

I'm so interested,
but...

...I wouldn't know
where to start.

SEAN:
I wouldn't say we were friends.

More like frenemies.

Phone records show
you called him twice that night.

I made two mill that day
on one trade.

I wanted to rub his face in it,
make him feel like a loser.

You called him at 9:47 to
invite him to meet you, right?

Yeah. I heard him tell Alexa,
the girl he was with.

So, anyone could have
heard where he was going.

FLEMING:
You saw him at the club, so...

why'd you call again at 12:33?

Because he stuck me
with the check,

which was a classic Eddie move.

It went to voicemail,
so I got back at him

by sleeping with Alexa. Booyah.

(laughs softly)

We'd like a DNA sample,
if you don't mind.

I don't think
that second phone call

is the one
we should be focusing on.

Why is that?
Sean says that call

went to voicemail.

The first one
happened when Eddie

was sitting at the opera,

and he took the call.

That was probably
very disturbing

to the people around him.

You really think that someone
would kill a person

for not turning off
their cell phone?

I brought opera cake.

I figured it's the least
I can do,

since you're giving
so generously of your time.

Yes, it is somewhat
uncharacteristic,

but I feel

that your reaction to Puccini
makes it my cultural duty.

Look at all this amazing stuff.
(gasps)

Fritz, who runs the archive
at the opera house, is desperate

to get his hands
on it all,

but over my dead body.

Oh.

What's that? That knife.

Oh, it's so shiny.

That was the knife Tosca used
to kill Baron Scarpia

in a production
in Philadelphia in 1968.

Huh. What made that
one so special?

Nothing.

Except it was my first time.

My parents took me.

(opera music playing)
Oh, that's...

that's sweet.

This is Leyla Gencer,
by the way.

I love how her voice is so high

but also so dark
at the same time.

Exactly. (laughs)

Now, uh, where shall we start
with your education?

The history of
the art form?

Story synopses
from the standard rep?

The principles
of vocal technique?

Oh, I'm interested in all of it.

And that is why you should never
mention Andrew Lloyd Webber

in that context.

I won't make
that mistake again.

Any other questions?

Nope, you've been
so thorough.

Ah.
(laughs softly)

Actually, um...

I do have one question.

Why are there no pictures
of Evelyn?

Who told you about Evelyn?

Oh, Dr. Yablonsky.

He has, uh, seats
next to yours on 11 Thursdays.

Yablonsky.

The plastic surgeon

who was a big fan
of Agnes Baltsa?

Must be the same one.

I'll tell you a little secret.

There was no Evelyn.
I've never been married.

No.

When I bought my very first
subscription to the opera,

I bought two seats

and asked various people
to join me-- dates, friends,

family members, God help me.

And it wasn't any fun?
Let's just say

none of them reacted
the way you did.

Eventually, I realized
what I prefer

is to have nobody
sitting next to me at all.

The myth of Evelyn
made that possible.

Well, it's a good thing
you figured that out.

So, um,

you really hate it

when people don't behave
properly at the opera.

Nice try, counselor.

The truth is, people have been
behaving poorly at the opera

since the very beginning.

The whole thing started as
a place for shallow, rich people

to dress up and look
at each other,

and it still is.

But one learns
to tune out the philistines

and concentrate on the stage.

Is that what these are for?

Ah.

What these opera glasses
have seen.

Oh, they're beautiful,
and you have so many of them.

Why don't you take a pair?

Really?

I insist.

You've given me
a great deal

of pleasure today, Elsbeth.

Now, one more aria
you have to hear.

Okay.

Prepare yourself.

(siren blaring, horn honking)

(knocking)
Yup.

Lieutenant.

How's the thorough going-over
going over?

I'm afraid there's an issue.

I assume it has something
to do with Ms. Tascioni.

Actually, no.

The problem
is Officer Kaya Blanke.

I don't understand.

Apparently, when you entered
into the academy,

you did not have
the requisite college credits

for the program
that you were admitted to.

But I did.

I took two AP courses
in high school.

The recruiter told me
they would count.

Well, unfortunately,
that recruiter was a little...

overenthusiastic.

Well, Captain, I know
nothing about this.

I believe you.

Well, it was just
an honest mistake. I swear.

I didn't lie to anyone.

I know, but Lieutenant Connor
found the error,

and he's not going
to look the other way.

So, what happens now?

I can... stall things
for the time being,

but... you need
to get those credits somehow.

What about my job?

I... Yeah?
(knocking)

You've told her?

Officer Blanke
is aware of the situation,

and we will clear
everything up right away.

What does that mean?

It means we will clear it up

and you don't have
to worry about it.

Okay, Captain.

But obviously,

any promotion to detective

will need to be on hold for now.

Obviously.

But, uh,
when you sing Scarpia,

you have to be careful,
you know,

because your Tosca
can get carried away.

I was in Philadelphia in 1968

with Olivia Malapiero...
(Elsbeth gasps)

...and, uh,
the retractable knife

did not retract.
(Elsbeth gasps)

Someone had set it wrong,
you know.

So she stabbed me,
and the knife--

it went through my coat,
through my shirt.

I looked down. Aah!

I was fine, you know, but...
(gasps)

there was so much blood.

(chuckles)
(audience laughs)

Oh, Olivia was terrified
that she would go to prison.

But I wink at her,
and we finished the act.

(laughs softly)

And there was a little boy
in the audience.

It was his first opera,
and as a joke,

we gave him the faulty knife.
(laughs)

A strange souvenir
for a child,

but he was a strange child.

(laughing)
(audience laughing)

Hi.
Ooh! Hey. Look.

The retractable knife

didn't retract.

Why didn't Phillip
tell me that story?

He talked for four hours.

I asked him about
that very performance.

Why would he leave
that part out?

Who is that guy?

Um, oh, that's, uh, Gino Gozzi.

He was interviewed
in 1978, ten years later.

He died in 2007.

Was he a hunchback?
Huh? Oh, no.

That's him as Rigoletto.

Ooh, that's another opera
about this court jester

who... Hey.

Oh, my gosh.
Kaya, what's wrong?

What happened?
(knocking)

Lab results.
(sighs)
I'll tell you later.

The DNA on the body
does not match

the DNA on the opera glasses

you stole from
Phillip Cross's apartment.

You did what?

He gave them to me
as a gift. I swear.

FLEMING:
And there's no match
with Sean,

the "frenemy," either,
so we got nothing.

We still have that strange
bruise on the body.

The hilt mark.

We should go over
the autopsy again.

Actually, Officer Blanke,
you will need

to step back from the case,

under the current
circumstances.

What circumstances?

Yes, what circumstances?

It's complicated.

FLEMING:
Whatever they are,

I think you're making
a mistake, Captain.

This one's got the makings
of a first-rate detective.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Hey.

She's right
about that hilt mark.

Borrow it?
Yes.

Just for a day or two.

Did Fritz put you up to this?

Fritz?
From the opera house
archive.

I told you he's been
trying to get

his grubby little hands
on this stuff.

It has nothing
to do with Fritz.

It's actually about
the murder investigation.

What would that have
to do with me?

I know it's silly,
but there's a mark on the body

that could've come
from a retractable knife,

like this one.

(laughs)

(laughs)

That's absurd.

I know, it seems crazy.

And that's why I thought,
well, let's just ask him.

Let's just test the knife

to prove that the victim's
DNA isn't on it.

Oh, I see.
Very clever.
Mm-hmm.

No.
No? Why not?

It would put you in the clear.

I'm already in the clear.

I have no motive.

And how would it
be possible for anyone

to commit murder...

with a retractable knife?!

(yelps, gasps)

You see?

Case closed.

What does that
little switch do?

I don't know
how it works.

It's something I own
for sentimental value.

And not something
I intend to part with,

especially
without a warrant,

which you won't
be able to get,

considering I'm just someone

who happened to be
sitting behind someone

hours before they died.

I see.

Well played, counselor.

I'm sorry to have bothered you.

I'm afraid, dear Elsbeth,

you've been listening
to too much opera.

Real life is a lot less
dramatic than that.

Addio.

I still think that knife
was the murder weapon.

KAYA:
Why not see if Captain Wagner
can get a warrant?

Oh, it's no point.

It's shiny, which means
that he probably

put it in the dishwasher.

Eddie's blood would be
long gone by now.

(groans) If only we had found
Phillip's DNA on the body.

KAYA:
Even if we had, it still
wouldn't be conclusive.

Phillip was sitting
right behind Eddie at the opera,

yelling "bravo"
all over him.

Oh, you're right.
(door opens)

You can look now.

Oh, Kaya.

I love it.

Are you sure you don't
want to keep it?

Oh, my gosh,
it looks so good on you.

Thanks, but no.

I-I love it, too, but I won't
be detective anytime soon.

College credits
cost money,

and every penny counts. Oof.

Maybe I should just

leave the tags on
and wear it out just once.

Do people do that?
Probably.

But with my luck,
I'd just get caught. (scoffs)

Once you wear something,
you're on it forever.

(gasps)

Maybe not forever,

but long enough.

Elsbeth, I want to play you
some Elisabeth Schwarzkopf,

a great diva
with regrettable Nazi ties.

Oh, no, thank you.

Not today.

I came to return these.

You got all the DNA you needed?

I knew what you were doing.

And I knew it was
a waste of time.

I sat behind Eddie Reese
at the opera,

so my DNA would prove nothing.

Funny, that's exactly what
Officer Blanke said you'd say.

Oh, you remember Kaya?

And this is
Detective Fleming.

Oh, and you know Fritz, the
archivist from the opera house.

Oh, hello, Phillip.
You have added some things.

Hello, Fritz.

What's going on?
What is all this?

It turns out
DNA did solve the case, Phillip.

But it wasn't yours.

I don't understand.

Well, I had a hunch,
and I had to follow it.

I could tell from your face

in Eddie Reese's selfies
how much you hated him,

and I don't really blame you.

I mean, he was
a nightmare to sit behind.

And you were the person
who invented a fake wife

just so no one
would sit next to you.

But that phone call
during Tosca,

oh, it must have sent you
over the edge.

Especially when Eddie
answered the call

and had a whole
conversation.

We figure that's when you
heard where he was going.

ELSBETH:
You were so upset,
you came straight home.

And that's when
you saw the knife

and you thought,
"That's what he deserves."

You went back out,

you stopped at your favorite bar
for a quick drink

and a receipt-- for an alibi--

before sneaking
out the back

like Joan Sutherland.

Oh, my gosh.

I've been listening to her.

She was so amazing.

Ms. Tascioni,
don't lose the thread.

Then you went to wait
for Eddie outside the club,

followed him home,
slipped in the door behind him,

and then you stabbed him

like Tosca stabbing
Baron Scarpia!

The knife retracted the first
time, leaving the hilt mark,

but you flipped
the switch fast enough

to stab Eddie for real,
over and over.

(chuckles)

This is all very entertaining,

but I haven't heard
a thing about DNA.

There was mysterious DNA
found on the body,

but it wasn't yours
and it wasn't Sean's.

So, whose was it?

It was Gino Gozzi's.

Gino Gozzi?

The baritone?

His blood was on the knife,

from that night
in Philadelphia in 1968.

But... you can't prove that.

Gino Gozzi has been dead
for years.

You don't have a DNA sample.

I said I had a hunch,
but really Fritz did.

Dr. Yablonsky
mentioned that he saw

Gino Gozzi singing
Rigoletto in New York.

And wouldn't you know...

This is the hump that
Gino Gozzi wore in 1972.

Never been washed,

and that man
sweat like a pig.

The DNA matches.

And the only way
Gino Gozzi's blood

could have gotten
on Eddie Reese's dead body

was from the prop knife
from Tosca,

which was
in your possession.

That is a strange memento
to give a child.

You washed Eddie's blood off
the knife after you killed him,

but it was too late.

You had already transferred
Gino Gozzi's.

(sighs)

Well...

...I'm impressed.

FLEMING:
Me, too.

It wasn't about sex or money.

Take him.

Well, at least there
won't be any cell phones.

Silver lining.

PHILLIP:
I have to know,

were you really crying,

or were you just pretending
for my benefit?

Oh, no.

No, it's a beautiful art form.

There's really nothing like it.

You know, I still have nights
left on my subscription.

Would you like to take my seats?

Oh, no, thank you. (chuckles)

As much as I enjoyed it, um,

once or twice
a year is enough.

Besides, I have
to walk my dog.

(sighs) Ah, well.

La commedia è finita.

Oh. The last line
from Pagliacci.

"The comedy is over."

Brava, carissima.

Hands off, Fritz.

You vulture.

ELSBETH:
So, how many classes
do you take?

Two, but there are like
a million to choose from.

I could just take
a gut like astronomy,

but I figure if
I have to do this,

I should probably
learn something

that I could use on the job,
like psychology.

Oh, that's smart.
Mm-hmm.

Although, I have
always wanted

to read more
English literature.

Mmm.

Or... (sighs)

Oh, God, how am I
going to figure this out?

And how am I going to
pay for my mortgage

and classes at the same time?

You will. In fact--

and I don't think
this breaks any rules--

I, um...

...brought you a little
something to get you started.

Is this a back-to-school
tote bag?
Yes.

Look, there's, um, pens,
ooh, a calculator,

lots of different colored
flash cards and sticky notes.

You know how I love flash cards
and sticky notes.

This...

Thank you, Elsbeth.

You'll get through this.

Mm.

I know it feels like

that this is
some dumb mistake

that wasn't even your fault
and it's come back to bite you,

but don't worry.

You'll figure it out
and make a fresh start.

(contented sigh)

Okay.

(laughs)

Okay.
Let's pick out some classes.

Okay.

(laughter)

(birds singing)

(tires screech)

♪ ♪

CARTER SCHMIDT:
Get in, Ms. Tascioni.