All language subtitles for diagnosis_murder_s07e22_swan_song

We used to stay out late, jazzing at all
the clubs.

Now you're in bed by eight, yawning that
you're tired and weary.

Well, bye -bye, dearie.

You were once exciting.

Now you're deja vu.

That is why I'm writing.

This won't come to you.

That was great.

Half hour, guys.

Cappuccino's on me. Danielle, you want
anything? No, thanks.

Don't be long.

Who's there?

Is anyone there?

Why is Daniel bringing a piano with her?
Not just a piano, a grand piano.

Then she's bringing it with her from New
York. I don't know how artists are.

She gets nervous in front of an audience
and she figures if she has her own

piano, it's one less thing to worry
about. Let me see.

Oh, she's here.

Dad, you look fine.

Hey.

Mark! Hi, beautiful.

I am so glad to see you.

Stephen, put one right there.

Hey,

I saw your reviews from New York. They
were outstanding.

Who'd have thunk it? About you, we
always knew about you.

Did my piano arrive yet? Not yet.

They promised me it would get here
before I did.

Oh, I'm sorry. Mrs. Currier, one of my
patients. Her blood works back, and I've

got to check it out right away.

Oh, here it is.

Steve, Dad, I'll get Danielle settled in
and see the piano. You go.

I'll see you later.

I feel like I'm home. You are home.

You're going

to

take this piano with you everywhere?

You think I'm a diva, don't you?

No. No, I mean, if it helps you get over
your nerves.

Last week in New York was a perfect
example.

I was in a hall that I know, in a city
that loves me, and I was so nervous on

stage, I didn't know if I could speak.

But the minute I sat down at the piano,
my piano, it was just me, alone in my

living room with an old friend.

The piano tuner will be here in about an
hour.

Sounds like she survived the trip.

Dad says you're going to record a new
album.

All new songs?

Mm -hmm.

Tell me what you think of this one.

Isn't that on your second album?

Oh, yeah. I'm doing a new arrangement,
going to re -record it.

Oh.

Can't tell what it sounds like until the
piano's tuned.

You feel like taking me somewhere
terrific for lunch. Sure.

You like barbecue?

Oh, I love it. Sure.

Dr. Travis, I need a really, really big
favor. It's about Danielle Marsh.

The singer? The singer, Dr. Sloan's best
friend, or one of his best friends.

Anyway, she's staying with him. And?

She's my absolute, total idol.

I thought Amanda was your idol. Oh,
she's my idol now, but before medical

school, you know, when I was a kid.

I really, really wanted to be a
songwriter, and I used to fantasize that

Danielle Marsh.

You write songs?

If I do say so myself, I've written some
pretty cool lyrics.

Of course, they're mostly about death.

Sweet. Wow. You know, remind me to
listen to those when I have a little

time. So, when can you introduce me to
her?

Oh, you know, Ellie, I don't even know
the woman myself.

Yeah, but you know Dr. Sloan, and he
knows her.

I wrote the song that would be
absolutely perfect for her.

You know, I'm sorry. I just don't feel
comfortable imposing on his friendship

like that, so, um...

You just have to find a way to meet her
on your own.

Okay. All right.

I'll tell her.

All right. See you.

That's when he'd be home in five
minutes.

He's been acting like he... Are you all
right? Nobody knew where you went.

I don't understand the people in the
music business anymore.

You saw your promoter.

I don't know who these people are or why
they're in the business.

They don't care about the music.

They don't care about the show.

All they care about is the money.

The world has changed.

The music's changed.

Not for everybody.

Not for me.

I know you're eager to advance this
love.

But first I need you to enhance this
love.

But what I really need the most is you
to be a bit verbose. So, baby, talk to

me.

I know you're ready to be physical.

And I can see your lips are kissable.

But before we get to that, those lips
were also built to chat. So, baby, talk

me.

Do you know that's the first song I ever
recorded? Really?

You know, the first time I heard it was
in that bar.

Tinkers. That was a lifetime ago.

I can't believe you know that song.

Tell me that you love the way I walk And
all the other kinds of pillow

talk

So if you're ready to rehearse, hold me
tight and let's converse. Oh, baby, talk

to me.

I hate to break this up, but I'll ask
you a few official questions.

When you gave this address at the scene,
the police report got kicked over to

me. What scene? What happened?

Thank you.

Actually, I'm kind of relieved you found
out.

Why is that?

Because the more I think about it, the
more I worry.

About what?

Will somebody tell me what's happening?

I was chased by a man in a red car this
afternoon.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to worry you. I told the
police.

Did you see the license number on the
car?

No. How about the man? What did he look
like?

Oh, I don't know, maybe 35 or 40, salt
and pepper hair.

It was the same man who chased me in the
theater in New York.

You've seen him before? Why didn't you
tell the officer that?

Because a story like this winds up in
the newspapers and brings out every

in town. I don't need that.

I guess I was hoping it was a fan,
somebody harmless.

Danielle, if somebody chased you in New
York and followed you all the way to

California, I wouldn't call it harmless.

I was afraid you'd say that.

If you've got an hour, why don't you
come with me and talk to a sketch

Maybe we'll get lucky and find this guy.

I've got a board meeting. I'll see you
two back here at dinner.

What do you think?

His hair was a little longer, and his
face was a little thinner, I think.

Well, you say he's wanted for
questioning.

No one will know he's connected to you.

Thank you.

Better?

Yes, I... I think so.

I'm sorry.

I didn't hear you come in.

Please go on.

Jesse, wait up.

I didn't have a chance to talk to you
yesterday after Daniel's physical.

Did you get the blood work back yet?

No.

I didn't examine her. Why not?

Well, she was upset that you weren't
there.

Well, didn't you explain to her? I said
that you had an emergency, you would be

back as soon as you could, and she
walked out.

She didn't tell me any of that.

Well, I'm not surprised.

What do you mean?

That's nothing.

Don't worry about it.

Jesse, talk to me.

All right.

She was rude, she was insulting, and
then she left.

She's very unlike her.

You can ask Ellie Rose. She was there,
too.

Hi.

Dr. Stone asked me to drop these files
by the house.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm Ellie Rose. We met yesterday at
the hospital. I brought you some coffee.

Oh, of course.

Come in.

I heard you playing.

It was very beautiful.

That was from your second album, wasn't
it? Yes.

Do you mind if I stay and listen to you
for a few minutes?

Sit down.

I don't know why I just lied to you.

Dr. Slotin didn't send me down here with
those papers. He doesn't even know that

I'm here.

When he finds out, he's probably going
to be furious with me and Dr. Travis

probably kill me.

I have been a fan of yours since I was a
kid. I mean, you were my idol. You

inspired me to play the piano and to
write songs.

I memorized all of your albums, even the
double album.

You're kidding. The one that only sold
in Europe.

My mom bought it for me for my 16th
birthday. I played it so many times, I

it out. I don't want to cry anymore.

And so there I was at work today singing
the song that I wrote, and then the

next thing I know, I'm standing on Dr.
Sloan's doorstep ringing the bell.

I just... had to meet you.

I wanted to talk to you about writing
songs and I wanted to play this song

I wrote for you. It would be absolutely
perfect for you.

Oh, Ellie.

You just think I'm a crazy groupie.

Oh, not at all.

I was just remembering what it was like
to have a dream and follow it with all

my heart.

I kind of gave up that dream for medical
school.

Oh, I don't know.

You're here.

That tells me a lot.

Go ahead.

Let's hear it.

Okay.

Give me strength inside.

I know at times I tend to swim

against the tide.

But you're always on my side.

I count on you.

You count me in.

When we come to it I'm sorry.

That's a terrific song.

You really think so?

I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it.

John, I want you to meet... I'm sorry.
What was your name again? Ellie Rose.

Hi, Ellie.

Hi.

Ellie, would you excuse me?

John and I have some business we need to
discuss.

But you haven't heard the whole song.

Well, leave it. I'll play it through
later on.

Well, um, I was kind of hoping that
maybe you would like it so much that

you would want to perform it in your
concert.

I only perform my own song.

Everybody knows that. Well, I thought
maybe... No exceptions, ever.

I'm sorry.

I'm Mrs. Curious, my house.

Oh, sorry.

Me.

Steve, something wrong?

Dad, we have a problem.

I'm really worried about Danielle.

Danielle?

Are you all right?

I'm worried about you. You don't see
yourself.

What are you talking about?

I heard what happened at the hospital
with Jesse.

I was in pain.

So much pain. And they wouldn't give me
anything to make the pain go away.

Yesterday you were in pain?

I begged them.

I thought I'd die and no one would help.

Danielle, yesterday you went to the
hospital for a physical.

Let go of me. Who are you and why are
you asking me these questions? Danielle.

Leave me alone. Just leave me alone.
Danielle, it's Mark. Look at me. It's

Mark. Yeah.

I don't know why this happens to me.

I get so nervous. It's like I don't know
where I am.

The concert in New York, it was the
first time I was on stage in six years.

And before the show, I was a mess.

I was seeing things and hearing things.

It's just happening.

It's just nerves, that's all it is.

I'm just stressed out.

You know, Danielle, Dr. Travis said you
left the hospital before he could do the

physical.

I bet he said I was a real pain, too.

Look, I hadn't met my promoter yet. I
hadn't seen the concert hall yet.

I was nervous.

I know that's no excuse.

You know the song you were writing last
night?

This morning I tried to play some of the
notes you'd written down.

And you couldn't read it? Mm -mm.

I have my own kind of shorthand.

Nobody can read my music.

I don't see what the two things have to
do with each other.

Well, I don't either, but there could be
some kind of a pattern there.

Of what?

You know, Steve said the police reported
that they couldn't find one witness or

even a single piece of evidence that
even suggested that anybody was

you yesterday.

And according to the New York police,
you never reported the incident at the

theater.

You think I made these things up?

What would be the point of making them
up and then trying to keep them out of

the papers?

I can't imagine.

You think I'm crazy.

Of course not.

But I've just been trying to figure
out... Would you mind if I ask you a

of questions?

What did you have for breakfast this
morning?

I don't know. Coffee, I guess.

Maybe toast.

Do you know what day it is?

Mark. I'm preparing for a concert. Who
keeps track of days?

The month.

The year.

You know who the current president of
the United States is?

I've been invited to play at the White
House.

I was thinking of playing this song.

I wrote it this afternoon.

But you're always on my side.

I count on you.

You count on me. Who knows what lies
ahead?

I count

on you.

You count on me.

Who knows what lies ahead?

What would we do if our paths should
split?

We'll cross that bridge when we come to

it.

Mm, visual.

I bet that'll be a big hit.

Now, can you tell me who the president
is?

Why are you treating me like an idiot?

I thought you were my friend.

Play that again.

Isn't that Danielle's song?

Everyone thinks it's perfect for her.

Ellie wrote it. Maybe you can get
Danielle to listen to it.

I think she already has.

I think Danielle is aware that something
is wrong.

She pretended she wrote Ellie's song.
She has to know something's wrong.

You done?

No.

Are you talking about Alzheimer's
disease?

Yeah, it could be.

It seems like the early stages of it.
Big mood swings.

And the other day at the beach, she
appeared to go back to another time and

place. Will you stop?

You know, if you didn't eat so fast, you
wouldn't be so hungry.

Well, if she imagined being followed
downtown and chased to New York, would

be consistent with Alzheimer's? Could
be.

It could also be transient ischemic
attacks.

Yeah, just a series of small temporary
strokes.

She should be evaluated for that. Have
you spoken to her?

Yeah, I tried to.

I asked her a few simple questions
trying to test her short -term memory.

And I guess she thought I was
patronizing her because she just left

Look, I was going to save this till
later, but you go ahead and eat it. No,

don't want that. It's fine. I want it.
No, please, go ahead.

Take it.

If you're not going to eat it, you know.

Someone should. Hold that one.

I need some salt.

Want a bacon and anchovy sandwich?

A sense of sadness surrounds me.

I've lost the one thing that grounds me.

Please call and say.

You're coming home to stay.

Then unpack.

Get us back.

On track I know I haven't been blameless

Then your behavior was shameless It's
hard enough

playing this piano without the keys
turning pink.

Just trying to give you some mood.

I create the mood with the songs, Larry.
I don't need any help.

All right.

Yeah, we keep it pretty stark. Just some
flowers on the piano, a spotlight on

Danielle. That's about it.

Little stagecraft never hurts. Now, why
don't you let me worry about the show

and you take care of the details, okay?
Like paying this man for shipping my

piano from New York. Or are you too busy
working the lights to cut him a check?

Danielle, are you okay?

Are you sure you can get through this?

Get through what?

You're so on edge. Everything seems to
set you off. I'm just worried about you.

What is your problem? My problem is you
can't finish a song.

I don't know if you can make it through
the show. Larry, she's fine.

I don't believe this guy. Danielle, pay
John and get her piano down here and

don't worry about her. She's going to be
great.

Don't leave until he pays you.

This promoter, he's driving me crazy.

And I'm taking it out on everybody
around me.

I'm sorry I blew up yesterday.

Oh, I think everybody understands the
kind of pressure you're under.

When Eric died, that couple of weeks I
spent with you, I used to come up here a

lot.

Well, tough time for you, I know.

It's still tough.

Not a day goes by I don't think about
him.

You know, next month, we'd have been
married 23 years.

When Eric got sick, he made me promise
that I'd find another man and go on with

my life.

I haven't been able to.

Maybe I never will.

Do you still think of Catherine?

Every day.

Mark, yesterday,

When you were asking me those questions,
you think I'm going crazy, don't you?

Of course not.

Is that what you think?

Well, what else could it be?

Would it be any number of things?

Such as?

It could be trans and ischemic attacks.

The tiny blood clots that get in the
artery going to the brain. It causes

neurological damage, but the best thing
is it's completely reversible.

So I may not know who you are today, but
tomorrow I might recognize you again.

That's right.

What else?

Well, it could be depression.

A long -term depression sometimes mimics
Alzheimer's.

But the thing is, once the depression
lifts, the memory loss is gone.

And there are all kinds of new
medications for depression.

And there are some tests that you can
run that will tell us what it is? Oh,

I've been so worried.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm just making a great big deal
out of nothing.

You're in the wrong.

The cellophane wrapper came from a candy
or a mint of some kind, and the tire

tracks and shoe prints were too smeared
for any identification.

I owe you an apology.

So do I.

I was beginning to think the car chase
downtown and the incident in New York

never happened.

You're forgiven.

I've got some men going door to door
just to see if anyone saw anything.

Can you describe the man who chased you
again?

Well, he was about 5 '10", athletic.

Salt -and -pepper hair.

I keep thinking I know him.

He does sound familiar.

Oh, Mark, before we do the physical,
there's a couple of people I need to

Sure.

Ellie? Danielle.

Uh, Miss Marsh. Oh, my gosh.

I never expected you to come down here.
I mean, nobody ever comes down here.

Well, Dr. Bentley does.

Ellie, I... Not that I don't keep things
neat and tidy, usually. I mean, I do.

Well, usually, I... You know how things
get when you're working. I mean, if I

had known that you were coming, I
certainly... Ellie, it's okay.

I just wanted to tell you how good your
song is.

My song? Yes.

It's good?

It is.

In fact, it's so good, I wanted people
to think I wrote it.

I've been doing some things lately that
just aren't like me.

You like my song. I mean, you really
like my song.

I'm going to record it on my album.

I'm speechless.

Why do I find that hard to believe?
Nothing like this has ever happened to

before. I mean, I don't know how to
thank you.

Oh, Ellie.

Oh, I have other songs. A lot of them.
I'd be happy to come and play them for

you sometime.

Goodbye, Ellie. At your convenience, of
course.

Easy.

Jump.

Please. You know how I feel about you.
And I don't feel that way about you. I'm

sorry.

Just a little, uh... You don't have to
explain.

He's been a good friend for a long time.

He'll get over this.

Okay, tell me.

How did the tests come out?

They'll call as soon as the results are
in.

I pulled some photographs that match
your description of the man who was

following you.

Do you recognize any of them?

That's him.

Are you sure?

Positive. You know him?

No, I don't think so.

We're going to split.

Are you going to the concert hall?

Yes. I'll ride with you. You know, I
don't know if it's a good idea if you go

out alone.

be with John.

Believe me, he won't let anybody get
near me.

She picked the photo you gave me.

Who is he?

You met him a long time ago.

That's Eric, Daniel's husband.

Well, he's dead.

He died six years ago.

Why would Danielle lie about who was
following her? And why would she say it

Eric? She knows you were friends.

She didn't recognize him.

You know, I'm beginning to wonder if
anybody was following her at all. You

yourself there's no evidence to support
it here in New York.

So she imagined it?

Imagined or remembered.

You know, the psychology of it makes
sense.

Eric was a very possessive man. Right
after they were married, he kept tabs on

her all the time, followed her to
recording sessions.

She could be thinking back to that time
in her life.

Yeah, but someone did take a shot at her
in your presence.

Yeah. Give me a hand with this, will
you?

One thing's for sure.

If I find out who the shooter is, I
can't let her perform. There's no way I

guarantee her safety.

This is exactly like the cellophane
wrapper I found on the beach when

was shot at.

Dad, it's a cellophane wrapper.

Don't they all look alike?

No, look at this one. It's got very
distinctive markings on it.

You know, John legit, too. He must have
dropped it in this bowl.

Unless Danielle left it there.

But Danielle wasn't the one who dropped
it on the beach.

Yeah, this is Lieutenant Sloan, batch
number 384.

I need you to dispatch a patrol car to
meet me at the L .A. concert hall.

All right.

I'm going with you.

We got here within five minutes of your
call, but the woman you're looking for,

Danielle Marsh, was already gone.

Any idea where she went?

No.

Where's Danielle?

I already told Ben.

She got upset when she was playing a
song and she cut out. Where'd she go?

You got me.

You like candy, John?

You left a wrapper at the house.

What's this, a littering bust?

Don't you think you guys are
overreacting a little bit?

You also left a wrapper on the hill when
you took a shot at Danielle.

I never would have shot at her.

Never would.

Because you love her.

Yeah, I do.

She rejected you.

Doesn't mean I'm going to try and kill
her.

Come on, that is twisted.

I don't even own a gun.

I've never even fired one.

Where did that candy come from?

Danielle, she kept them around for the
crew.

She had them in her dressing room. She
had them backstage.

Danielle never ate them herself, but she
just thought the crew got more energy

out of it.

Did you notice anybody else eating the
candy?

Cut me loose.

Leaving before the concert?

Well, my services to Danielle are just
about done.

You dropped this candy wrapper at the
beach when you tried to

kill her.

I didn't try to kill her.

I tried.

To make it look like somebody was out to
kill her.

Why would you do something like that?

She asked me to.

She was scared.

She knew you didn't believe her story
that someone was following her. She

thought the press would get wind of it
and make it sound like she was losing

mind.

She came here today to ask me to try
again in this time not to miss.

Why would she come to you?

I started hunting with my dad when I was
ten years old.

Danielle's seen all my marksmanship
ribbons.

So you agreed to this?

Have you ever seen this disease,
Lieutenant?

Up close?

Do you know what it does to people?

Their bodies go on and on, and their
minds just fall apart.

They can't dress themselves or feed
themselves.

They don't know how to use the simplest
thing like a fork or a napkin.

They can't take a pill to make it go
away. It is day in and day out, and the

worst part is...

They can see it coming.

They see the madness settling into their
brains.

And they know the only way out is out.

Rhonda.

Oh, don't worry.

I told her I couldn't do it.

She was furious with me. She started
screaming and crying, and then she left.

Where'd she go?

I can make a pretty good guess.

Danielle? Danielle, let's talk.

Danielle, come away from the edge,
please.

Rhonda told us everything.

Danielle, I know how afraid you must
feel right now.

Do you?

Do you really know how it feels?

What it's like to wake up in the morning
and you're 18 again, living in your

mama's house.

And you jump up to get dressed.

Only someone else's clothes are there.

And you go downstairs to have breakfast
and these people are talking to you and

touching you and you don't know who they
are.

You're in some stranger's house.

And then all of a sudden you're not.
You're back in your own kitchen.

With people you love.

Only you have no idea how you got there.

And you think to yourself, oh, I'm
stressed out.

Tomorrow will be better.

Only it's not. It's worse.

Your friends start looking at you like
you're walking around naked.

Like they're embarrassed to be seen with
you.

And you think, what did I say?

Am I drunk?

Did I forget that I had too much to
drink?

And then you remember, you don't drink
at all, so it can't be that.

It's like being in some terrible
nightmare and you can't wake up because

not a nightmare, it's your life.

Do you really know how that feels?

No, I don't.

But I know how I feel about you, and I'm
not going to let you go through this

alone. You're not going to let me. What
can you do about it?

It's not exactly something I can share.

There are all kinds of research going
on. There are drug therapies to help

down the process.

Slow it down.

But not stop it, not reverse it.

Nobody gets that wild card, Danielle.

We're all going to get older. We're all
going to have parts that wear out.

But you can't give up. You've got songs
to sing, people to sing to.

And how long are my fans going to want
to hear me sing?

Some broken -down bag lady of a pop
singer.

I don't want to be a pathetic old woman.

All right, then don't be.

Right now, today, tomorrow, who knows
for how long, you can look at the ocean.

You can smell the flowers, feel the
breeze in your face.

We can talk.

You can go for walks.

You can have a life.

And when I can't play the piano anymore?

When I can't remember the words?

We'll cross that bridge when we come to
it.

You'll be there?

Always.