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I have five pieces left
to unpack and wash.

Everything else on tour is done.

The decision is mine.

I decide.

Ah, there you are.

I've told you not to make
the jackets too stiff.

If I'm not free to move my arms,
then I can't conduct.

- I mean, why don't you understand?
- Okay.

Looks like his jacket's not
the only thing that's too stiff.

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George, she's insisting
on the green cloak.

Can you have it ready in time?

No!

No, Gillian.
That isn't it.

Quiet! What we need is quiet!

What's wrong with you?

I'm trying to create
something beautiful,

and you just stand there
banging away!

Banging! Banging! Banging!

After all I've done for you,
you show me no respect as an artist!

It hurts me to the bottom of my soul.

You're all here to support me.

And all you do is make
my life more difficult.

Gillian, let's take a moment.

Orchestra, your intermission break
at the end of act two

has been shortened to 22 minutes.

If you're not back on time,

management will mail you
your severance check.

You haven't thought it through, Laura.
There could be serious repercussions.

So I should forget the whole thing
when I've been lied to the whole time?

Here.

It's wet! / It's damp.
It's gonna be dry by the second act.

We had to make sure that it didn't
pick up any insects in South America.

There had better not be vermin
from any continent on it.

Why are you against me?

I am trying to protect you.

You just can't stand
the idea of my success.

- Laura...
- No, Philip, I'm done talking to you.

Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's
intermission will be 22 minutes.

Excuse me, the door to level C is locked.
How do I get...

Let's go. We're back.

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I saw something dripping
when I came in.

I opened the trap.

I almost lost my ham and eggs.

- So this Booth is a violinist?
- Yeah, um...

Laura joined the orchestra
three years ago. She was just 18.

Her bowing was strong.

Some nights, she could break your heart.

- This go to the roof?
- Yeah.

- Who's got access?
- Everybody.

700 employees.

We're gonna need some names.

Who else had backstage passes
last night? / A lot.

Last night was our first night back
from a tour of South America.

700 suspects and counting, huh?

So, during, um...

come on over.
She's not gonna bite you.

During intermission,
what do the musicians do?

Uh, eat, sleep.

We thought maybe
Laura got sick and went home.

She's got some really
bad head wounds here.

Sticky.
Oh, right, the strings.

You know, be careful
when you bag her hands.

There's something sticky
on her fingers.

Probably from the resin
of her violin strings.

Maybe something from the killer
stuck to her fingers.

She's got dust from the shaft
in her mouth and in her nose.

She was still alive in there.

We've got blood and hair along here.

She slammed her head against it.

A struggle.

- Any idea why she was up here?
- Beats me.

Maybe it's the open bar.

You got beer bottles,
vodka bottles, condoms.

Look at this.

Joints, foil.
It's probably coke.

Some party you got going up here.

Weather permitting,

the employees like to come up here
and let off some steam.

Would Laura Booth be
one of those employees?

Just the crew up here.

Musicians and singers keep to themselves.

Detectives, victim's
mother just got here.

Oh, boy, whose idea was it
to bring her here?

She's our lead soprano.
Gillian Booth.

You've never heard of her?

That makes two of us.

I knew the minute I saw her...

her violin, there by her chair,
she would never have gone home.

And left it behind.

We're very sorry, Ms. Booth.

Oh, darling, you have no idea.

When can I see her?

Well, we already have an ID.
There's really no need to...

I want to see her.
She's my only child.

No, ma'am. You don't want
to remember her that way.

No.

Yes, you, you're right.

Was she seeing anyone?

A boyfriend? No.

No.
Her music was her life.

Her joys, her sorrows.

They were in every note she played.

Maestro Reinhardt was
gonna make her first violin.

Well, last night she was up on the roof
during intermission.

Was that something she was
in the habit of doing?

Oh, God, no.

Have they told you what
the crew does up there?

So she didn't do that sort of thing?

Drugs and alcohol?
No, never.

Laura was my daughter.

She had my values.

Well, you know, growing up sheltered,

she might have been curious
about how the other half lives.

I see what you mean.

Laura was very naive about people.

She might have been
lured onto the roof.

She would have suspected nothing.

Nothing.

I am such a huge fan of her mother's.

I saw her do Rigoletto with Pavarotti.

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Geez, I never thought
I'd envy the dead.

Thanks for the concert, Rodgers.
Now tell us what happened to this girl.

Rape kit's negative.

We have a deep wound
at the back of the head.

Probably from getting
smacked against a ledge.

What kind of fuel was she burning?

Fruit juice and pasta.
No drugs or alcohol.

I asked the lab to check her hands.

They just dropped the report off.

And I spoke too soon.

Her hands are covered
with cocaine residue.

Didn't this whole gang just get back
from a tour in cocaine country?

MUSICIANS' LOCKERS
OLD HUDSON OPERA HOUSE
WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 15

It's absurd that anyone in our employ
much less Laura, would smuggle drugs.

Yeah, see, that's what
a smuggler likes, a naive girl.

Not to mention very serious.

In her bag, a biography of Isaac Stern
and a musician's union handbook.

You're going to let that
run wild in my opera house?

Don't worry.
Dexter's housebroken.

Let's start with this locker here.

- No, locker's clear.
- Okay.

He's reacting.

It's the costumes.

You hand-wash these costumes?

Of course not.
We have them dry-cleaned.

Well, not this one.

Someone was filling
these jugs with something.

There's fresh teeth marks
from a wrench here.

I pull the damn pipe out.

What, do they wash
the costumes in the sink?

Drain the liquid into the jugs?

Ms. Brandt, we need to see the, uh, bills
of lading for the costumes from the tour.

And we're gonna need the outbound
and return bills.

I didn't see Laura backstage.

I was busy with costume changes.

You were in South America with her.

With the whole company!
Anyway, I didn't even know her.

Every time I did see her,

she was in one of those
rehearsal rooms,

by herself, practicing.

People told us you had a bug problem
with your costumes?

You had to wash them all by hand
when you got back from the tour?

Like, really big bugs.
We're talking 30 pounds worth.

That's how much more the costumes
weighed when you came back. See?

Here on the bills of lading.

Uh, we bought a couple of costumes.

Mimi, don't you think we would have checked
that out before we brought you in?

What you did, Mimi, was you bought
a few bricks of coke in South America.

And you dissolved them in water,
and then you dipped the costumes in them.

And then when you got back,
you soaked the costumes,

and then you let the water
evaporate, and, bingo!

Cocaine.

Oh, god, oh, god.
Oh, god, oh, god, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Okay, me and George,

we've been trying to get
a down payment on a place,

so George had a friend
who knows some people in Iman...

All right, yeah. Did Laura
know what you were doing?

Oh, my god.
No, no, no, no, no. Nobody knew.

Mimi, she had coke all over
her hands when we found her.

She must have grabbed onto
one of the costumes

- when she was hiding in the racks.
- Hiding?

Yeah, she was hiding back there
with Maestro Reinhardt, "Fearsome Phil".

They were, they were having
some kind of a fight about something.

What were they talking about?

He was yelling it was
his decision, he decides.

And then he just yelled at us,
and then he left.

And what about Laura?

She came out right after that,
and she looked really upset.

Okay, Mimi.

Thanks for your cooperation.
Sit tight.

Mimi, the clothes maestro wears
when he conducts...

they were dipped in coke too?

He decides. His decision.

Her mother said she was
about to be made first violin.

Yeah, made by the maestro.

When I last looked,
subscriptions were up this year.

Absolutely, but there are
other considerations.

Not because we've hired
some new carpenter.

But because of me.

I choose the material.

I shape the performances.

They come because of me.

Without me, this would
be meaningless screeching.

Ladies and gentlemen, we ask you now
to observe a minute of silence

in memory of a beloved member
of our family, violinist Laura Booth,

who died tragically this past weekend.

No one disputes your talent, Philip.

But the unions have presented us
with three more grievances...

Stop wasting my time!

Philip, wait, the minute
of silence isn't...

Philip Reinhardt's jacket
had been dipped in cocaine.

If Laura struggled with him on the roof,

that's how the cocaine
residue got on her hands.

Anybody see the maestro with Laura,
or see him going up to the roof?

Everybody was too busy getting loaded.

This place, the backstage
should be onstage.

They'd sell more tickets.

Reinhardt was promoting her
to first violin.

Hardly sounds like a prelude to murder.

We think he might have
changed his mind,

and she might have
decided to fight back.

We found a musician's union
handbook in her bag.

It seemed unusual that
she'd carry it around,

so we had latent check it out.

Laura's fingerprints were all over
the section on sexual harassment.

She was thinking of suing him?

Well, he might have tried to
trade a promotion for sexual favors.

She balked,
and he withdrew the promotion.

"Fearsome Phil".
The guy's already got a reputation.

Lawsuit might have cost him big time.

So he killed her.

Guy's seen too many operas.

Every union in building's
got grievances against Fearsome Phil.

He's a rage-a-holic.

Thinks he's the only
artist in the building.

Can't imagine working
with someone like that.

Long as he keeps filling the seats,
management won't touch him.

But an harassment complaint...

- Who we talking about?
- Laura Booth.

Laura?

You're kidding me.

Yeah, he promised to
make her first violin.

You're her union rep. We thought
she might have talked to you. / No.

Laura was pretty single-minded
about getting where she wanted to go.

But I was sure she was
off-limits to Reinhardt.

- Because of her age?
- No.

Reinhardt's had an on-and-off
thing with Laura's mother.

With Gillian Booth? Really?

If she knew he was harassing her daughter,
could she hurt him?

Well, singers talk to other singers.

She could make it very hard for him
to get hired somewhere else.

Then he'd be out a career
and a girlfriend.

He might have panicked.

OFFICE OF MAESTRO REINHARDT
OLD HUDSON OPERA HOUSE
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 20

You must excuse me.
I'm very busy.

I must finish my notes
on Verdi's "Forza del Destino".

It's my new production for the spring.

Actually, Mr. Reinhardt, we were
hoping to finally speak to an adult.

Yeah, no offense, but this crew
and these musicians...

getting high, having sex...
it's like a frat house on viagra.

Finally. People who understand
what I have to go through every day.

How can I help?

Let's start with
the night of the murder.

Did you see Laura
during intermission?

No, I did not.

Can we ask where you were?
We've asked everybody else.

I was right here.
Resting.

- Okay, well, were you alone?
- Yes, I was.

If I'd known I'd be grilled
by some Visigoth... / A what?

It's a barbarian tribe
that invaded Rome.

I remember that from the one
history class I didn't cut.

I'm sure you were a very
charming street urchin.

Any other questions?

Well, did Laura have
any enemies in the house?

We heard she was very, very ambitious,

and you were gonna make
her first violin.

She told people that?

I suppose she felt entitled
on account of...

my friendship with her mother.

Or because she was a prodigy.

The position requires a maturity
which is beyond Laura.

I sensed she wasn't ready.

Oh, yeah? Where did you
sense that, maestro?

Behind the racks
in the costume department?

Some of the wardrobe people
saw you hiding there.

They thought you were arguing.

And you take the word of drug addicts?

Are you denying that you were there?

I'm saying I wasn't hiding.

I ran into Laura.

We were both looking
for our concert clothes,

and she started pestering me again
about being first violin.

Are you sure that you
weren't pestering her?

- She was very attractive.
- Good lord, she was a child.

Yeah, all the more reason
for you to get angry at her

when she wouldn't give in to you
even when you were dangling a promotion.

You think I need inducements
to get what I want?

On any night, I can point my baton at any
woman in the audience, and she's mine.

Well, whatever little stick
that you pointed at her...

We think that she swatted it down
with the threat of a lawsuit.

You accuse me of murder?

You come here, you imbeciles,
and distract me from my art!

And subject me to your slander!

Well, well, well, there's
that famous temper we heard about.

Punks. Get out.

Yeah, we don't want to be in the way
when your lady friend gets back.

What are you talking about?
I told you I don't want any more distractions.

I guess those are your
makeup sponges then.

I don't require makeup.

When I look up, you'll be gone.

He came down here Monday morning,
asking for something to match his skin tone.

He didn't tell me what it was for.

Well, we just left him.
His hands are pale. His face is, uh... tan.

- Which tone were you trying to match?
- More tan.

And he wanted it waterproof.

Waterproof to cover a wound?

Maybe it's not for nothing
he's wearing a turtleneck.

We need to find someone who's
seen him without his shirt on.

Unless you wanna
take a shvitz with him.

They don't pay me enough.

So you do Gillian Booth's makeup?

- She always looks so radiant.
- Oh, thanks.

Sad to think of her alone
at a time like this.

The maestro must be a big help.

I know he was in her
dressing room Sunday night.

Philip was the first friend I called.
He came right away.

So Philip's a special friend, isn't he?

Did he spend the night with you?

Well, it's only natural that you wouldn't
want to be alone with your grief, right?

Well, if that's what you mean...

yes. He held me while I cried.

We fell asleep.

Did you happen to notice
if he had any wounds or scratches?

On him?
What, you think we were naked?

I might have been very vulnerable,
but Philip is no cretin.

All he did was encourage me
to talk about Laura.

I was trying to piece together
what happened

that night she disappeared.

- He helped me fill in the blanks.
- What blanks?

He reminded me that I'd stopped
by his dressing room during the intermission.

Reminded you?

You don't remember?

Well, it was the first night
back from the tour.

Everything was so hectic, I...

Did he remind you
what you talked about?

Why are you taking this
sarcastic tone with me?

Because it sounds like he was planting
a false memory in your mind

in order to come up
with an alibi for himself.

An alibi? Why would...

You think Philip killed her.

You are insane!

I can't listen to this.
I can't!

Planted memory.

Maybe we can turn it into probable cause.

I'm warning you, doctor,
if you faint, I'm not responsible.

I'll try to control myself.

By the way, your production
of Aida five years ago,

one of the best nights of my life.

Lennie Briscoe took me.

Do you know how many singers
I've led in that role?

Tebaldi, Price, Milanov, Caballe.

What's this underneath the makeup?

A boil or something.

Looks like a bite mark.

- Human bite.
- That's not possible.

Don't move.
I need to take a photo.

Yeah, that's a bite mark, all right.

What do you have
to say about that, maestro?

Gillian must have given me a love bite.
I spent the night with her Sunday.

Yeah, she told us that.

She also said that you both
fell asleep fully clothed.

We had rather a lot to drink.

I took my usual sleeping pill.

My recollection is a little fuzzy.

That's cold.

Teeth marks look bigger than Laura's.

Well, that happens when there's
some swelling of the bite wound.

There.

I'll get the odontologist to confirm.

But it's a match with Laura.

He clenched her in a bear hug and...

lifted her up into the air shaft,

her head would have
been over his shoulder.

It's consistent with a bite
sustained during a struggle.

I hear the fat lady warming up.

Me, a suspect.

- How outrageous is that?
- I'm sure it's a mistake.

It's done.
You're perfect.

I'm all bark, Gillian.
You know I wouldn't hurt anyone.

That's the last thing
I would want to think.

But truthfully, Philip, I...
I don't remember biting you.

You know how much we had to drink.
I just wanted to numb myself.

Yes, yes, I'm coming!

Mr. Reinhardt...

put your hands on the piano.

Philip Reinhardt, you're
under arrest for murder.

I didn't kill her, I didn't kill her,
I didn't kill her, I didn't kill her.

Philip, settle down.

What do I have to do to convince you?
I mean, tell me.

I'll tear out my teeth.

Why don't you come clean about
that relationship with Laura?

There was no relationship.

That's not the way to go.

I mean, considering what we got on you.

You have cards?
Let's see them.

He tried to influence Gillian Booth
to help him fabricate an alibi.

That's not true.

And the bite mark on his neck
is an exact match for Laura.

Am I the only one who sees
how absurd this is?

Well, it must be
incredibly frustrating for you.

To feel like everybody else
is out of step, except for you.

I mean, you do more in one day
than most people do in a week.

Yes, yes, that's the story of my life.

Well, you're hyper-manic.

A personality like yours faced
with the intransigence of a young woman

who led you on to further her career.

- Yes, that's what she did.
- Philip, don't.

It's unreasonable to expect that you
would have reacted differently.

It was beyond your control.

Enough with the Vulcan mind meld.

Now I want to talk to my client.

Matthew.

I can't ignore a bite mark,
and neither will a jury.

- Stooped shoulders, low affect.
- Yeah, he's gonna fold.

With a bite mark from the victim,
I'd fold too.

Here we go.

We don't concede anything
at this point.

My client needs to sleep,
gather his thoughts.

We'll talk after the arraignment.

Defendant's ordered
to surrender his passport.

Bail is set at $1 million.
Next case.

I hope your client's rested
and ready to talk.

Nothing to talk about.

It's amazing what
a good night's sleep can do.

I guess the jail house grub made him think
twice about getting a plea.

Gloves and a pillbox hat?

Looks like she's going
to an afternoon tea.

I'm looking for the elevators.

Yeah, they're back there.

Mind if we talk to you for a minute?

I don't think Philip's lawyers
would want me talking to you.

Well, did he tell you about the evidence
that we have against Mr. Reinhardt?

The bite on his neck from Laura.

I know about it.

She bit him when he flirted with her
in the wardrobe racks.

- He told you this?
- Laura did.

The last time she came
to my dressing room.

And why didn't you tell us that?

At the time, it wasn't important.

Your part-time boyfriend
hits on your daughter.

You don't think that's important?

Philip is harmless.
I told Laura she should be flattered.

And now, if you would excuse me,

I'm supposed to be
meeting Philip downstairs.

He should be done with
his paperwork by now.

Elevators are the other way.

Flirting, my ass.

You don't make a bite mark like that
unless you're fighting for your life.

Lying or not,
with the victim's mother casting doubt

on the only physical evidence
against him,

Reinhardt's practically in the clear.

APARTMENT OF PHILIP REINHARDT
665 WEST 56TH STREET
FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 24

Bagged his concert jacket,
concert shoes, concert shorts.

Let's hope Laura
remembered to bleed on them.

Tortious interference.

What do you got?

Lawsuits and countersuits.

Otherwise known as Gillian and Philip's
on and off again relationship.

1994, he broke off their engagement.

She sued him for emotional distress.

She couldn't sing for a month.

And here, four years ago,
another broken engagement.

He sued her for trying
to get him fired.

Well, they looked pretty cozy here.

Oh... "It was truly the season
to be nice and naughty."

"Your little elf, Gillian."

Christmas, 2004.

Ah, they get engaged,
they break up.

They get back together.

But she can never quite land him.

Maybe this time
she figured out how.

Gillian and Philip applied
for a marriage license

just two hours after his arraignment.

This is what she bartered
her testimony for?

She wouldn't marry her
daughter's killer, would she?

Love of her life.

She'd give him
the benefit of the doubt.

Now that might be another way to go.

She knows the maestro's innocent
because she knows who killed Laura.

Doesn't explain the bite mark.

I still think the teeth
looked a little big.

Know what I mean?

The teeth marks could look larger
because of the swelling of the wound.

I didn't say it was
the only explanation.

Well, what's option B?

According to Laura's dentist,

she started a teeth whitening
program four months ago.

He took a mold of her teeth...

to make her a dental tray for the bleach.

Listen, Rodgers...

what if someone made a mold
using Laura's dental tray?

It would be an exact
match of her bite.

Except the teeth would
come out a little bigger.

Thank you, Rodgers.

DRESSING ROOM OF GILLIAN BOOTH
OLD HUDSON OPERA HOUSE
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 28

What is it with showbiz people
and freebies?

She's got a subway map
for every day of the year.

Well, some people can
never be too prepared.

Detectives, in here.

No dental tray or mold, but...
dental resin.

That's what makeup people use
to make fake teeth.

25 years onstage, Gillian's got
a few tricks up her sleeve, huh?

She wore prosthetic teeth to leave
a bite on Philip to match Laura.

She set him up.

That's how she's
getting him to the altar.

And by the power vested in me
by the state of New York,

I pronounce you husband and wife.

Mr. Reinhardt,
you may kiss your bride.

You'll never regret this, Philip.
I promise.

My Siegfried. My savior.

I send you out to find more evidence
against Reinhardt,

and this is what you bring back?

We supposed to apologize?

Dental resin or no, Reinhardt is still
the most viable suspect.

And that bite is the most
damning piece of evidence.

I don't know what to do with this.

And I don't want it
falling in the wrong hands.

I'll put it in my
bottom drawer, counselor.

You want it, you let me know.

I don't relish the day.

Fake teeth.
Isn't that a little theatrical?

Gillian Booth is theatrical.

A mother killing her grown
daughter is hard to take.

I agree. But the evidence
is pointing that way.

Laura was trying to get the love
of her mother's life fired.

Philip's next job was gonna
be out of state.

Gillian might have freaked out
that he'd be gone for good.

Ah, sure.

Angry enough at her daughter
to lose control?

Yeah, if her adrenaline was pumping
in anger. Anger or panic.

Panic? / She's not someone
who handles surprises well.

Take these subway maps
we found in her dressing room.

She marked her route from the opera
to her apartment with a highlighter.

And she used a different color
to mark the route to her daughter's house.

And she did the same thing
on every single map.

She's afraid of getting lost.

Marking all these maps?

That's not afraid.
That's terrified.

She highlight a subway stop in Queens?

There's got a friend over there.

Field cards from
a patrolman Rossi of the 11-6.

You could have knocked me
over with a feather.

I mean, Gillian Booth
walking these streets?

Me and my wife are big fans.

Now, she promised she'd
send me a picture.

But after seeing how confused she was,
I wasn't so sure she'd remember.

But sure enough.

In what way confused?

Like a lost kid.

She said she got
on the J train by mistake.

She was wandering around
for about an hour.

- Was she on anything?
- Not that I could tell.

I mean, she knew her name.
She just didn't know how to get home.

It was kind of sad.

- See?
- Great.

What, did you put her
in a cab back to the city?

Uh, no. I called the bus,
sent her over to st. Jim's.

I gave her a bunch of my cards too.

Next time she gets lost,
she can call me.

I'll come pick her up,
I'll take her home.

Great artist like her.

EMERGENCY ROOM
SAINTJAMES HOSPITAL
THURSDAY, MARCH 2

You know I can't tell you anything
about Ms. Booth without a waiver.

You know, I don't think
I phrased my question right, doctor.

Let's say for instance,
my poor, sweet mother

comes in with symptoms
like Mrs. Booth's.

What would you say?
Stroke? Maybe she mixed up her meds.

- Your poor, sweet mother?
- Yeah.

I would have ruled out a stroke.

My next guess would be
a form of dementia.

But if your poor, sweet mother
is anything like Ms. Booth,

she'd refuse a full exam.

And why would his poor,
sweet mother do that?

Because she'd say she
knew what was wrong,

she'd seen it before,
and she'd be fine.

And what would happen next
to my poor, sweet mother?

- You'd let her leave?
- Not alone.

Ms. Booth couldn't follow
simple directions to the washroom.

At first, she wouldn't
let me call anybody.

But then she finally
gave me her daughter's number.

- Laura.
- Yes, she said she'd come.

After two hours,
I finally called her again.

She got real snippy, you know.

Told me she had a rehearsal
and couldn't get away.

Ended up calling a car service.

And you're sure there was no one else
that Ms. Booth asked you to call?

No. She said she didn't
have anybody else.

And her daughter was always too busy.

I felt sorry for her.

- Thank you, doc.
- My pleasure.

Well, whatever is wrong with her,

maybe it's what's behind the panic
that made her kill Laura.

Well, she said she knew what she had.

If she was being treated for it,

there'll be records
in the insurance company.

Put that in the back room.

And please, be careful.

This room, my favorite room.

Wagner. We saw this production,
didn't we? We at, um...

oh, that darn name.
It's on the tip of my tongue.

- Bayreuth.
- Bayreuth.

I always muddle it with, um...

that middle Eastern city.

Do you think there's room
for a little desk for me?

This room was designed
for one person to work.

Yes, of course.
Your space, my darling.

I've always loved
the light in this room.

Philip...

don't ever forget how much
I love the light in this room.

I traced her medical care
through the insurance clearing house.

The only significant treatment she's received
was for a broken leg three years ago.

She said she'd seen
this disease before.

Maybe somebody in her family?

Well, that was my next move.

I ran her parents' names through
the state death certificate database.

Ten years ago, her father died
of creutzfeldt-jacob disease.

A form of dementia?

Well, it's not just
your garden variety dementia.

It's a human variant of mad cow disease.

It strikes without warning.

One day the patient can't remember
how to get to work,

forgets the names
of common household objects.

Next thing to go
is the ability to speak.

Six months to a year, they're bedridden,
their minds turn to swiss cheese.

They're dead within three years.

No treatment, no cure.

Gillian knows this is what
she has to look forward to?

And she also has an uncle
who died of it.

So it's hereditary.

It sometimes runs in families,
but we don't know if it's genetic.

Could be the whole family was exposed
to the same environmental factor.

How much time does she have?

She's at the very early stages,
but it's a very aggressive disease.

A very aggressive patient.

- What, she's dying?
- Her brain's dying.

By the end of the year,
she'll be helpless,

and she's terrified of being alone.

So she kills the one person
who might have cared for her?

Oh, you mean Laura?

Who left her waiting in the hospital

because she was too busy
playing her violin?

Gillian has no other family?

Closest thing is Reinhardt.

A man she didn't trust enough
to call when she was in trouble.

Now that she's married to him,
she must think he has to take care of her.

I can't see an egomaniac like Reinhardt
giving her sponge baths.

We need to open her eyes.

We can wait in here.

They'll call us when they have
enough guys to fill in the lineup.

Where did you dredge up
this eyewitness?

Um, someone who lives in the apartment
next door overlooking the opera house.

Oh, by the way, congratulations
on your marriage. / Thank you.

Kind of sudden, wasn't it?

The timing was Gillian's idea.

A testament to her unequivocal
belief in my innocence.

I'll see how the others are doing.

Gillian, she had her eye on you
for quite a while.

A testament to her good taste.

I always wonder about women
who chase men

who so obviously
don't wanna get caught.

You ever ask yourself
that about Gillian?

You're not being fair to her.

Well, we heard that you hacked a statue
into pieces during a rehearsal.

I don't censor myself
during my creative process.

Wasn't it because Gillian
got a line wrong?

I want to know why you brought me
down here if I can't speak to him.

It's been happening
more often, lately, had...

Wait, I want to hear
what my husband's saying.

I'm afraid not, Ms. Booth.

Detective Logan's already stretching
the rules having you in here at all.

But this just cruel.
And it's Mrs. Reinhardt.

What do you say, captain?

There's no secrets
between husbands and wives.

That's correct. No secrets.

Actually, this is the report from
the emergency room doctor who examined her.

It confirms what
the police officer observed.

What doctor is she talking about?
Is this about Laura?

No, it's the doctor
who examined you in Queens.

You have no right to show him that.

No secrets.
That's what you said.

I don't understand.
What's wrong with her?

Well, she has the same disease
that killed her father and uncle.

This is a summary of their autopsies.

It describes pretty clearly
the course of the disease.

How can you...

Don't show him that.
It's irresponsible.

I, it's not definite
I have the same thing.

I think you know it's the same.

You told the doctor
you recognized it.

That's what the next three years
of your marriage look like.

You'll have to feed her,
bathe her,

and attend to her
most personal hygiene.

My god, what have I got myself into?

Philip, calm down.

Calm down?
Have you read this?

She'll have spasms every day.

Then there's the infections
and the bed sores...

Oh, stop, stop!
I can't handle it!

Philip, there are nurses, hospices...

Hospices won't take her
until the very end.

Until then, she'll be
your 24/7 responsibility.

All the sounds and smells
of her disintegration.

God, this insentient,
incontinent lump of flesh.

I can't be around it!
I can't!

What a prince, huh?

He'll get over it.
He'll take care of me.

In sickness and in health.

I have the room picked out.
It's a very beautiful room.

He already thinks that you
blackmailed him into marriage.

- That's not true.
- He's gonna let you die alone.

His own wife?

It'd get out.
His peers, his public.

They'd find out what kind
of a husband he is.

Letting the great Gillian Booth rot away.

His vanity couldn't stand it.
He'd, he'd...

be shamed into action!

Yeah, as long as he was
your husband, maybe.

I wonder what my partner
is saying to him now.

What is she saying?

Well, in that red file is a report of
the search we did in your dressing room

and the dental resin we found
on the sink in your bathroom.

I think your husband's about to find out
how he got that bite mark on his neck.

Please don't.
Stop her.

Don't let him see it.
Please stop her.

This should be interesting.

Sneaky, pathetic bitch.
Frame me for murder.

How could she?

It was to blackmail you
into a marriage.

I was duped.

- I want an annulment.
- Yes, Philip.

File the papers today.

I'll call the movers.
I want her out of my home.

Every last trace of her.

I don't care if she
dies in the gutter!

No! No, Philip!
Don't say that!

- He's leaving. / No, please.
- Go talk to him, talk to him.

- Philip!
- Stay away from me, you murderous...

- Philip, no!
- Tell him you did it for him.

I did it for you.

She was going to destroy you.
Have you fired.

Your own daughter,
that's how much you loved him.

My daughter.
I killed her for, for you.

My savior. My Siegfried.
Please don't leave me.

What would I want you for?
Look at you.

A mad cow.

Philip! Phil...

Philip.

What's gonna happen to me?

- Come on, Gillian.
- Who's gonna look after me?

It'll be the taxpayers of the state
of New York who'll be taking care of her.

She's only got three years left to live.

You're not gonna throw
the book at her, are you?

I'm sure she'll be receptive to a plea
that lands her in the Bedford prison hospital.

You think any of those tears
are for her daughter?

Yeah, me neither.

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