Calluses on the fingers of her left hand. Brown discoloration on her jaw. She's a string player. Natalie Dner, 24, Manhattan Symphony Orchestra. I take it she didn't slip in the shower. One shot to the head. Entrance wounds in the right temporal area. Singing and smudging up close and personal. But the shell casing's over by the makeup table. There's also some deep muscle bruising on the left side of her neck. The fence wounds on the hands and the arms. She put up one hell of a struggle. Well, after he pops her, he drags her in here, covers her up, and makes her comfortable. Yeah, real labor of love. The cash is still in the wallet. Jewelry still in the box. Violin still here. Anything appear missing to you? Like I said, I just patrol the grounds. Uh, did you hear the gunshot? The room's down here soundproof. Can't hear nothing from the outside. Any service exits nearby? Two on the basement level. All right, let's go. They out down here is like a maze. Got lost a few months ago. Was holling and banging an aisle before anyone heard me. Well, we'll drop breadcrumbs. She was killed just after the reception. You got a guest list? Mostly blue hairs with season tickets. Wherever David knows his way around, the place is like a catacol. Mr. Disner complained about anybody harassing her, any stalking fans. She had her share of fan letters. Nothing ominous. The classical audience is a rather stage group. Were there any men in her life, boyfriends, ex-boyfriends? None that I knew of. Between rehearsing, performances, and tour dates, she wouldn't have the time. Frankly, the only quality time I share with my wife is during rehearsals. She is a harpist with the orchestra. That night at dinner, she told me that she had finally decided to sign with us. Ironic, isn't it? She was leaving the Manhattan Symphony. Going solo would have put her on another level entirely. Recording contracts, TV appearances, international tour dates. Sounds great. What was the problem? Carl Reager didn't want it. I tried to talk with him. Didn't get very farther. He said they were joined to the hip. I knew from her that he had this Fengali like control over her. How so? Really not my place to say. A subpoena can make it your place. They were having an affair. For how long? A year, maybe more. It's taking a huge toll. Miss Dragn and Mrs. Regger. She had cornered Natalie a few weeks ago, read the riot act. Natalie said that was one of the reasons she had agreed to sign with us. She wanted to get away from it all professionally and emotionally. Are you paying any attention at all to your rhythm? Because I can tell you it's totally non-specific. It's not just staying out of the rests. It's how you come in at the dotted 16. If you're not prepared to render this with any kind of precision, please don't waste my time. Sorry. I'll try it again. Don't try. Do it. What can I do for you? We need to ask you some more questions. Of course, I knew about the solo offer. I encourage her to take it. Not worried about losing her. I've been conducting for 20 years. I've watched a lot of artists come and go, including artists you've been sleeping with. At the risk of sounding crass, she wasn't the first. Is that why you neglected to tell us? That was out of respect. For who? Miss Disner. And for my wife. Oh, she knew. Marian is an exceptional woman. I've always been candid with her. It's been 19 years. I don't expect you to understand. Do you think that he was in love with Mr. Disner? No, absolutely not. So, you didn't pull her aside and have a little chat about the sanctity of marriage. Their affair was dividing the orchestra. The other musicians felt she was accorded a special status. She would show up late to rehearsal. She didn't bother to review the scores. I had a bad day. I lashed out at her. Mrs. Regger, does your husband own a gun? Oh, I was raised in New York and so when we moved up here, I was very uneasy at night. All that silence was deafening. So Carl bought me a gun. Mind if we take a look at it? I don't have it anymore. You see, a few months ago, a neighbor's house was broken into and he was shot to death with his own gun. It just terrified me. What did you do with it? I dropped it in the Hudson River. Van Beern just called. Carl Raer has a Sig Sour P225 registered in his wife's name. Oh, that's a big surprise. I found this button under the back seat. Tiny brown spots. Could be dry blood. There's also a small white fiber attached to it. There's a 2 mm spot with a microscopic pattern of blood spatter surrounding it. Type matches the victim. You get enough for DNA, we send it out. What about the fiber? Yep. high quality Italian knit cotton white dress shirt of some kind. I love it when it all comes together like this. The relationship between a conductor and his string section is quite intimate. In the best cases, there is an implicit trust, a deep level of communication, and a shared passion. I had all that with Natalie. Over time, it led to a sexual relationship. Was there ever a violent nature to your relationship? Never. She was like a delicate flower. I gave her the freedom to bloom. I nurtured her. How could I destroy her? She was part of me. Mr. Regger, will you describe what you did that night after the concert? I went to my dressing room, showered, changed, and drove home to my wife in Chapa. And what time was that? About 11:30. What was your reaction when Miss Dner told you she was leaving you? She never told me any such thing. So, Mr. Stern misunderstood what she told him she was meeting you to do? Either misunderstood or misrepresented. Was it misunderstanding or misrepresentation when you failed to tell the police about the affair between yourself and Miss Dryner? Neither. It is that I didn't want to hurt my wife. There must be some mistake. There's no mistake. We contacted Alan Bostwick, your husband's CPA. For the past 3 years, Carl's been actively selling off stocks and mutual funds. He places the proceeds into a money market account, then withdraws the cash, and then wires the transfers to an offshore account in Switzerland. Here are the wire receipts and your husband's passport. There are also numerous trips to Switzerland, none of which correspond to tour dates. And you thought you were broke. Carl said we lost money in the market. That's why he hired Allan. Said he was a financial genius, that he could make up the money that we lost. Mrs. Rger, Alan Bostwick's specialty is helping rich guys hide assets from women they're planning on divorcing. Carl is not planning to divorce me. Do the math, Mrs. Rker. $2 million socked away for 3 years, and you haven't seen a penny. A year ago, your husband transferred the deed on your house in London. No, we sold that house less than 3 months ago to pay for legal expenses. Look at the deed of transfer. He still owns the house. It's just registered to his corporation. I know how hard this must be for you. He did all of this for [Music] her. A girl died, Mrs. Rager. He's now involved you not only in his infidelities, but in a murder. The orchestra gave a performance on the night of Miss Dryner's death. Is that right? Yes. Rock Monov, what happened after the performance? I went to Carl's dressing room to see if he was ready to leave. He said Natalie needed to see him. I told him I would wait. Was it your habit to wait for your husband while he was seeing Miss Dner? I knew that Natalie wanted to talk to him about her leaving the orchestra. I knew that Carl would be upset. I waited to see what would happen. Marion, please be quiet. Mr. Rager, you're not conducting here. He told me that Natalie wasn't leaving. I told him to go home. I told him that I would meet him there later. For God's sake, Marion, objection. Spousal privilege. Can we get a recess? Mr. Rager, you will refrain from speaking out of terms. I need to talk to my wife. After he told me that she wasn't leaving, I knew what I had to do. I can't do this. I won't let you do this. That's it. Remove this man from the courtroom. My husband did not kill Natalie. I did. She's lying. She's trying to protect me. I must be allowed to speak with her. I'll see everybody in chambers now. Did Did you plan to kill this girl? Mrs. Once the affair took on a life of its own, once Carl proved to me that he was unable to relegate it to the insignificant diversions the others had been. Once Natalie indicated that she had no intention of abiding the ground rules that I had laid down, I felt I had no choice. Marian, please. Oh, mom wants us to use these. Was anybody else around then? And a maid. Teresa goes home at 6:00. It was just mom and me. I just want her to be alive. When I got home, mom busted me. I was so tired of her always riding me. I just wanted to rub it in her face. Steve was the one thing that I had that she couldn't take away. Just as soon as I said it, I wanted to take it back. Steve came home and mom let him have it. She wanted him out of the house and I said that I would go with him. She went crazy. She screamed that she would leave him with nothing. She started hitting him and he punched her and he threw her and she hit her head and I saw all of this blood and Steve told me to stop screaming. He said that the cops would say that we both did it. I was in love with him. I did what he told me. So, you're saying the first shot came before the door opened? Mhm. You know, lights out, bang. Then door opens. But after the lights went out, couple of seconds later, another two shots. Bang. Bang. Thank you. No further questions, your honor. Uh, Mr. Tibnden, what were you doing on the stairs of the garage? Smoking crack. Your habit. How much does it cost? $200 a day. Do you have a job, Mr. Tipman? Objection, your honor. His employment has nothing to do with his testimony. Mr. Tibnan's state of mind is at issue here. Overruled. The witness will answer. I sell books, magazines on the streets. Does that pay for your crack habit? People do a lot of reading. [Laughter] Thank you. In your autopsy, you examined the entrance wound on Mr. Rollston's body. Yes, I did. What were your findings? Uh, light powder burns on Mr. Rollson's tux indicated that the uh gun had fired at a distance of approximately 3 ft. Uh, the bullet entered Mr. Rston at the bottom of the thorax. It traveled upward. It pierced his right lung and then entered his heart. From that description, Mr. Boro, can you tell the height of the person who fired the gun? Yes, I could. From the u the angle of the bullet's entry, uh the person who shot him would have to be no taller than 5'6. In other words, someone shorter than Mr. Alston. Yes, that's right. Nothing further, your honor. If I told you the floor of that garage slopes, would that affect your estimation of the height of the gunman you described? Oh, yes. Yes, it would. Good. It slopes. So, it's possible that Mr. Rosson was shot by a six-foot man standing at the bottom of a sloping floor. Yes, that is possible. Thank you. Nothing further, your honor. Mr. Stark, this was some months ago. Do you remember the Rston? Yes. Uh, they were a nicel looking couple on vacation, just come from the mountains. Did Mr. Rollston know what kind of gun he wanted to buy? Well, he didn't know anything about guns, so I showed him some nice personal weapons and he picked one out. Well, the misses um she kept telling him that they had to have it. And he told her he did not want the gun in the house, that one of the kids might get his head blown off. and she kept reminding him that she had been mugged on the street. So, Mr. Rston didn't want to buy a gun. No. Um, it was Mrs. Rston who was all steamed up. She insisted that he buy the Betta. Thank you. No further questions. Excuse me. It's your meeting. Himmes battered Mrs. Rston emotionally, but she never believed him when he said he would kill her and her husband. After he shot you, Mrs. Rston, you didn't go to the police. I told you I was frightened. The only thing Mrs. Roston might have done wrong was to mention where Mr. Roston kept his gun. Nevertheless, we will plead criminal facilitation for conspiracy 5, and she'll testify against Mr. Hines. You've got to be kidding. This lady's on trial for murder. You're offering us two misdemeanors. I don't joke about plea bargains, Mr. Stone. If you want to think about manslaughter one, we might have something to talk about. Well, I guess we have nothing to talk about. They're not biting. She doesn't think we can convince a jury. Then flee it out at man two. Slap on the wrist. Since whence do quiddle is better than Take one more run at them? Don't blow this. I'll take man too. Mr. Heimus, she's getting ready to burn you. That testimony about how tall the gunman was, your lover's lawyer is trying to make it look like you pulled the trigger. Janet's lawyer was trying to prove neither of us did it. Listen to this. This is a transcript from one of the interviews of Mrs. Rston after you were arrested. I loved Gilheims, but he turned out to be weak and pathetic. The only solution he found to his unhappiness was to get a gun. That's how she depicts you. You're playing a bad hand, Mr. Heim, and the deal is crooked. Suppose the murder weapon should happen to turn up. Mr. Heimmes, you are now skirting obstruction of justice. Don't push it, Stone. He said suppose. And he's on trial for murder. Suppose we add obstruction. Suppose you never get the gun. [Music] Man's slaughter won. You lose. That jury will never convict. True love. They'd sell each other for a nickel. Give Victor Norris a call. You said you had something we'd want to hear. Rumor. Mr. Heimmes is thinking of producing a murder weapon. Auction block. Going. Going. Two misdemeanor and she'll take a year in jail. Manslaughter. One. Going. Going. No way. Gone. You don't scare me, Mr. Stone. Oh, yes I do, Mrs. Rston. I scare you a great deal and I should. There's another offer on the table from Mrs. Rston. This is an idiotic game. She's up from two misdemeanor to jail time. We'll take manslaughter, too. Well, you have to do better than that. manslaughter one. He produces the weapon and he tells the jury how I planned it. Whoever gets to my door first. You know why we're here. You can't do this stone. Last chance, ladies and gentlemen. You've got nothing. Manslaughter one sold. You damn fool. We would have been acquitted. They've got nothing. God, you are a pathetic limp. Oh god, you are such a gutless. 911 call was from the cleaning lady. She came in this morning, saw the place torn up, and was on the phone before she even saw the body. All right, we got a TOD at duck. Blood's still not dry. That plus the rigor and body temp. I'd say 11 p.m. give or take an hour. No signs of forced entry. What do you think, gentlemen? Call her. She's fully clothed, but we'll check it out. Hey, there's a jewelry box in there dumped on the floor, but nothing looks valuable. Either it wasn't a robbery or they just took the good stuff. There's a computer power brick, but no computer. This looks like a palm print from where they leaned over to unplug it. Might have been some hot story on it. Our victims, Don Prescott, the TV reporter, Channel 8 News. Now she's the story. Dad, are you okay? Detectives, come in, please. Well, all things come to an end, don't they? I confess to killing Don Prescott. Oh, no. No. To fraud. To very big fraud, Fred. Oh, that's all right, Irene. This is all a sham. This doesn't exist. Arrest me. I never met Dawn Prescott in my life. I knew who Vince Decker was, but I certainly didn't kill him. They were both working very hard to destroy your business. Well, I could have saved their breath. The world economy took care of that. You said your company was a fraud. It's a Ponzi scheme. Old investors were paid with money from new investors. Unfortunately, there's not an infinite supply of new investors, especially when the DAO drops 6,000 points. You think he's talking fraud to avoid talking murder? I have no idea. We don't get many like this one. Book him on the fraud. Yeah, for now. The cops still like Matson for murder, right? Yeah, they're still working it. Doesn't he seem to be acting more like someone who knows who did it than someone who did it himself? Begging to be arrested. He requested protective custody at Rikers. He's afraid he's going to be next. We wanted to talk to you about Vince Decker and Don Prescott. Of course, you hear Santana, you think drugs, guns. I kill everybody all of the time. You too better be careful when you leave. You knew about them. Decker is a pain in the ass. And Prescott, she's a beautiful woman, but a reporter, so a pain in the ass by definition. Did you know they were working on a story that would shut off the flow of new funds into Matson's hedge fund? Miss Prescott should have stayed with the polar bears, but I didn't kill anybody. Although, I would like to strangle Matson. figure of speech. We know from your office records you met with Santana on a regular basis. He was a client. Did you tell them what Decker and Prescott were working on? Do you have reason to believe that he had them killed? [Music] What if he doesn't? David, no. Just a minute, Fred. Pretend it's all true. And Mr. Matson testifies that Santana was aware that Prescott and Decker were jeopardizing his investment and that Santana made comments indicating that he would take care of the situation. What happens to the fraud charge? It could be reduced. I would need protection for me and my family. It's not out of the [Music] question. See what you can do. If we make any kind of deal with Matson, outraged citizens will tear this building down brick by brick. Just forget it. And a gangster gets away with two murders. Find another way. You need Madson's testimony? Yes. Where's his soft spot? What does he care about? He's worried about his family. He wants us to protect them. I have a better idea. Arrest them. Then if he gives you what you need, let them go. Why are you doing this? My husband's confessed. He's going to jail for the rest of his life for fraud. This is a murder investigation. What murder? This checkbook. Who are these people? Arnold Coleman and Hannah Daly. They have office next to their names. My husband's assistants. I wrote some of their Christmas checks. Good enough, I guess. Mrs. Matson, you're under arrest. For Christmas checks? The district attorneys will explain everything. We got Mrs. Matson's prints when she was booked. They weren't in the system before then. They're a definite match. They matched the prints found in Don Prescott's apartment where it appears someone leaned over to unplugged the computer. The missing computer. We were just using Mrs. Matson as a lever. Dumb luck, counselor. There's more. We looked into Mrs. Matson's cell phone. Its GPS chip puts her on Dawn Prescott's block at the time of the murder when she got a call. From who? From her daughter. [Music] Do you remember the night of March 13th? My mother left the restaurant early because she didn't feel well. I called her around 11 to make sure she got home all right. She said she was tucked up in bed with a good book. What does that have to do with anything? You called her on her cell phone, not the house phone, right? The house phone didn't answer. [Music] Case number 48916, People versus Irene Madson, conspiracy to defraud in the first degree. Your honor, we are withdrawing that charge at this time as we now intend to charge Mrs. Madson with murder. We got Delaney's testimony. He told Matson what Dawn was working on. And since the Matson's apparently discussed everything, there's no doubt he passed it on to his wife. No doubt. No reasonable doubt. If we're running Mrs. Matson's wardrobe for traces of blood, checking her country house for a gun. She's not a pro. The police will find something. So, she goes up for 25 to life. We're piling the counts on Matson. Two of his investors killed themselves. He'll do a thousand years. Mr. Matson is prepared to testify now without preconditions. Testify about what? Santana. He killed Vince Decker and he killed Don Prescott. The timing of this is a little uh convenient. You're charging my wife with a murder she didn't commit. Santana killed Decker, not by himself. He told me that he'd had him taken care of. He asked me if there were any loose ends. He didn't want any bad news about the fund until he got his money out. The man terrified me. I told him about Don Prescott and the story she was working on. And he told me she'd be dealt with. And you expect us to believe this and just let your wife walk free? My wife didn't know anything about Dawn's story. I told Santana, but I didn't tell her. We've still got the evidence against Mrs. Madson. The cell phone, the palm print. They have the Colombian drug lord who probably killed Vince Decker. Jury's going to flip a coin. Well, Santana can get people killed even in prison. Testifying against him could be suicide. and Matson knows it. We have a case against you, Mrs. Matson, but your husband's offered an alternate theory that we're obliged to explore. We've prepared an extradition request to the Colombian authorities, but we need as much evidence as we can to support it. We'll need you to sign this statement. Fred, what are they talking about? Your husband has agreed to testify against Mr. Santana. Fred, have you lost your mind? It's all right, Irene. I know what I'm doing. You're letting him do this? It's what he wants. They'll kill him. They'll kill you. What did he tell you? That Santana made statements. What kind of statements? About murdering Mr. Decker and planning to murder Miss Prescott. He's lying. Santana never said anything. Irene, I I sat in every meeting with that man. Fred was afraid of him. He never said anything like that. I had other meetings with him. Irene, where? When? Let it go. I am not going to let them send you to prison. Oh, Freddy. [Music] No. For the rest of your life, Irene, I can't stand to think about that. So, you'd rather be dead? [Music] Freddy. I went to see that girl. I knew what she was doing. We only needed a little more time. There were some Arabs that were wanting to invest. I offered her money. She didn't want money. She just wanted a story. She kept asking me questions. I was not there to answer questions. She wouldn't listen to reason. She wanted to destroy us, Freddy. You and me, after 30 years, I I couldn't let that happen. [Music] Oh my god. Get some help. Call the police. Someone call the police. Oh my god. Oh god. Took one to the chest. Emmy says it was up close and personal. Drove up the block like a bat out of H double hockey sticks. What precinct are you from? Sesame Street. She's still got her watch and her wedding ring. We got a couple of witnesses over there say it looked like a car jacket. My guy was going to start working on the car when he found this. It'll be around here. We'll touch it. Biohazardous waste. You got a pair, my friend? Yeah, it's Detective Green. I need auto to confiscate a car and I need a hazmat crew. Look, I ID the guy you're looking for. You'll walk away. That's open to discussion. Name's Lamont Tyler. Lives over in the projects on Jefferson and 23rd. Yo, Trice Tyler. Yo, what's the deal, my man? Oh, you got to be kidding. You going somewhere, bro? Got a job down south. Well, call your boss and tell him you're going to be late. Hey, look. Tyler signed a confession. Nice and neat. Yep. He'll be making license plates now instead of stealing them. I wish all our cases went down that easy. They don't. Hazmat crew sent the vial over to an independent lab. The report just came in. Corona virus. Corona virus as in SARS. That's the one. Now the question is what the hell was it doing in the Vick's car? Last week Anna and I celebrated our third anniversary. Took her to Laloo. Over dinner. We talked talked about having a baby. We'd like to ask you some questions about your wife if it's okay. My wife was killed for 6,000 lb of metal. What the hell is there to ask? For starters, what was she doing with a toxic virus in her trunk? For God's sake, she works at Hudson University Research Lab as a lab technician. What are you implying? That like all good businesses, you're covering your ass. We do a detailed background check of every employee before we hire them. I interviewed Anna personally. I don't usually make mistakes like this. Like what? Anna's maiden name was Ozeri. She was born in Saudi Arabia. Her father passed away last August. We went to Riad for the funeral. She spent some time with her brothers. Was there anything different about her when you returned to the States? Yeah, of course she was different. Her father had just died and her mother had passed away 6 months earlier. You know, you'd have liked her mother. She was British. Look, Mr. Hopkins, if you know anything about this, you need to tell us now. All right, let me check a Palm Pilot, you know, cuz I think she's got's home phone number. Hey, stop it. We have an outbreak of SARS. [Music] St. Mark's Hospital. There are two strains of SARS virus. The Singapore type which caused all the problems for our friends up north. And let me guess, the other one is from China. Oh, I see you're current with the medical journals. No, we have a friend who imported a whole batch for antiviral research. Patient zero, doctor. Patient zero. a journalist named Janine Wilson who recently returned from a medical symposium in Toronto. By the time she presented with respiratory symptoms, she transmitted the virus to everyone you see here, including her four-year-old son, Tanner, who isn't progressing as well as we'd like. Poor kid. He's got rheumatoid arthritis as it is. Can we talk to her? Follow me. That bastard. What in the world was he thinking? What are you referring to? He put my baby at risk. Millions of innocent people. Why don't we start at the beginning, Miss Wilson? Charles and I had a thing. It was good, except he has a wife. Should have known he'd never leave her. And you told him to pack his things. Four years too late. The B12 shot. That had to be it. Blanchard gave you a B12 injection? Every week while we were seeing each other, I have chronic fatigue. The last shot was right after I came back from Toronto. He came over to beg. I can't believe I felt guilty about infecting my child in the name of my so-called career. And all along it was that son of a [ __ ] May we come in, ma'am? See, doc, some people still make house calls. What's this about, Charles? Sir, you're going to have to come with us. What are you doing? Just call a lawyer, Elaine. Charles Blanchard, you're under arrest for the attempted murder of Janine Wilson. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do say, Janet will be using He was doing better yesterday. And then this morning, he woke up with a fever of 103. They've released everyone else. I pray to God that bastard rots in jail. I don't know if you will, Janine. I thought my virus was the same as that in the vial. It was. It got into me somehow. Damn it. It had to be the injection. You're probably right. So, what's the problem? You What? You told the police that you hadn't seen Anna Hopkins in months. I know that you saw her at the lab just a few weeks ago. Why did you lie? If you expect me to start throwing dishes, you're mistaken. To be honest, I expected some kind of reaction. Why? Your husband not only cheated on you, but he fathered a child with another woman. I never wanted children. That's not the point. No, your point is that I should feel betrayed, minimized, used. Well, I hate to ruin your day, but I don't. Mrs. Blanchard, most women would are fools. Their husband cheats and their first calls to the divorce attorney. I have to admit that would be my reaction. These are the same fools who stand by their husbands charged with embezzlement or even murder. I'm sorry, but to me, those crimes are a bit more morally reprehensible. Excuse me. Yeah, sure. Speaking of murder, your husband's son, Tanner, just died. What did you have for dinner the night of the 12th? Prime rib. Did you and your husband have wine for dinner that night? Mrs. Blanchard. Yes. [Music] Captain, I'm sorry. I can't do this. My husband is You killed your own son. Objection. He was not home with me that evening. I lied about everything. Chambers, your honor. [Music] [Music] Heat. Heat. [Music]