All language subtitles for Cold.Case.S05E17.ROKU.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[Patsy Cline
singing "Crazy"]

♪ Crazy ♪

♪ I'm crazy for feeling
so lonely ♪

[typewriter keys clacking]

♪ I'm crazy ♪

♪ Crazy for feeling.. ♪

[creaking]

[indistinct whispers]

♪ I knew you'd love me
as long as.. ♪

[gasps]

Sweetheart, it's just me.

You shouldn't sneak up on me
like that when I'm writing.

Let me have a peek.

I thought you said you were
going to your lecture.

I wanted to see my wife
before I go.

Give my new bride
a kiss goodbye.

Honey. Dan, stop.

Rachel hasn't gone
to bed yet.

Look it.
Now I have hair like mommy's!

♪ Why do I let myself.. ♪

Rachel, sweetie,
you have beautiful hair.

Red hair runs in your family,
doesn't it, Nancy?

- Really, mommy?
- My mother had red hair.

But yours is even prettier.

Where is she?

In heaven, sweetheart.

She died when I was a baby.

'But guess what?'

I think
it's somebody's bedtime.

Go with Annette. I'll be up
in a minute to say goodnight.

♪ Crazy for thinking
that my love.. ♪

[wind whirling]

Did you hear that?

Oh. Nancy,
we've talked about this.

I'm telling you I keep hearing
these noises, Dan.

It's an old house, Nance.

I think they're coming
from the attic.

There are no monsters
in the attic, I promise.

You know, you should save
all that imagination

for your writing.

I don't know how you hear
anything with the racket

that typewriter
makes anyway.

None of it's any good.

Give yourself a chance.

And promise me you won't let
a few bumps scare you?

♪ I'm crazy for trying ♪♪

[intense music]

[typewriter keys clacking]

[instrumental music]

What's up
with Cyndi Lauper?

(Lilly)
'Can we help you
with something?'

You're all like,
the cops that investigate

really old murder cases, right?

Detectives, actually.

- Rush, Valens.
- My name's Liza.

I have something
I want to show you.

My grandma Nancy Patterson
was found hung

in her attic in 1962.

A suicide.

That's what everyone said
but the people

that live in the house now
are renovating the upstairs

and they found this note.

"I must end it,
my dearest, my butterfly.

'"Only in death
will I find peace.'

I hope in time
you'll forgive me."

It's a suicide note.

But that's not
my grandma's handwriting.

Grandma Nancy wrote on the back
of all of our old photos. Look.

You guys can test it,
can't you?

You have special instruments
or something?

What about your parents?

They think
your grandmother wrote this?

My mom doesn't like me
to talk about Grandma Nancy.

She was only five
when she died.

Tough to lose a parent
at that age.

It's like she never
got over it.

Well, we'll take a look.

No promises.

Thank you.

I ain't an expert
but the handwriting

don't look
the same to me.

The note definitely sounds
like a goodbye.

If Nancy didn't write it,
who did?

[theme music]

[instrumental music]

Questioned documents
confirmed handwriting

on the suicide note
wasn't Nancy's.

Well, strangulation could have
happened before the hanging.

Note tell us anything else?

There's no latent prints

but the date of the paper
checked out.

It said, the note's at least
30, 40 years old.

Nancy's daughter
Rachel Patterson found the body.

Had a bad dream that night.
Went looking for her mom.

Hell of a thing living
with that your whole life.

Nancy's husband
Daniel Patterson

was working late
when it happened.

- Professor Daniel Patterson?
- Are you familiar?

Patterson was a state
Poet Laureate.

I take it that means
he was good?

"Hollow.
No escape from the dark.

I sit alone.
In empty rooms."

I hadn't really pegged you
as a poetry type, boss.

Well, not me.
The ex-wife.

I thought poetry
was supposed to rhyme.

A-apparently, he's still
giving lectures

as a professor emeritus of
literature at Powell University.

Where he met Nancy.

- One of his students?
- Try secretary.

Her first husband died
in a car crash.

Left Nancy with a kid
to support on her own.

Nancy married Patterson in '61.

Went back to being a homemaker.

He had a much bigger house.

Daniel Patterson told police

his wife started acting paranoid

shortly after they moved in.

Anybody benefit
from Nancy's death?

There was no life insurance,
no inheritance.

No leads.

Well, have a talk with
the husband. The daughter too.

'Maybe they can shed
some light.'

[instrumental music]

Liza shouldn't have
bothered you about this.

It's what we do.

Well, my mother killed herself
long time ago.

Oh, there's a chance she didn't.

A chance? So you don't know
for certain then?

Mom, at least look
at the note.

I've seen the note, Liza.

It changes nothing.

I-I'm sorry, but I don't
see the point.

Well, losing your mom
like that, hard to accept.

But I did
and I've moved on.

Honey, you shouldn't be here.

Mom, come on.

Ah, your daughter
just wants to help.

Detective, my mother
was very disturbed

and I've had to accept that
whatever made her that way..

...might be in us.

You and Liza, you mean.

I made it past
my 27th birthday.

What about my daughter?

It's the age your mother
was when she died.

Everybody assumes
that I want to, bury this..

...but I have
to live with it every day.

And your stepdad?

Daniel?

He, uh, sent me off
to a boarding school

as soon as I was old enough.

I think probably because
I reminded him of her.

So it was just the three of you
in the house mostly?

No, Daniel was away a lot
trying to meet a deadline

for his book or lecture--

Then it was just you alone
with your mom that night?

Yeah, we were alone a lot.

But she was always
hearing strange sounds.

[Bobby Vee singing
"Devil Or Angel"]

♪ Devil or angel.. ♪

(Nancy)
'One, two, three'

'four, five, six'

'seven, eight, nine.'

'Ten. Ready or not,
here I come!'

♪ I miss you I miss you ♪

'I can hear you!'

'Rachel, are you
in the attic?'

'I told you I don't want you
going in the attic.'

♪ Love me or leave me ♪

Rachel?

♪ I'll go out of my mind.. ♪♪

Rachel?

Oh, sweetie,
what are you doing in here?

You could suffocate.

I wanted a good
place to hide!

I don't want you
coming up here anymore.

- Promise me.
- Why, mommy?

[indistinct whispers]

Come on. Let's go.

[gasping]

What's wrong, mommy?

- What's wrong, mommy?
- Shh, shh, shh.

Shh! There's someone out there.

- Mommy, I'm scared.
- Hush, shh, shh, shh.

Who's out there, mommy?

- No one.
- Who locked it?

Oh, um, the door
must have jammed. That's all.

Uh, it's okay, sweetie.
Come here.

Mommy's just out of sorts.

But we're okay.
We're okay. No one's here.

Someone was in the house?

No, I think
that she probably

knocked the vase over
before she went in.

- I'm late for--
- Someone was in your house.

I've got a deadline.

Maybe someone who had a problem
with your mother.

A grudge,
an argument maybe.

I told you, detective.

The problem
was in my mother's head.

Look, I know it's hard, Rachel.
You think back--

Thanks for your time,
Rachel. We'll be in touch.

Yeah. I can't change
what my mother did.

That's the past.

Let it stay there.

[instrumental music]

For years I've searched
for an explanation.

Something that'd make sense.
Nothing ever did till now.

(Miller)
'You said Nancy had been
acting a little paranoid.'

No one had a word for what
was happening to Nancy then..

...or a cure.

Electroshock therapy,
lobotomies?

Huh, it was seen
as shameful, insanity.

Gotta ask, professor,
but maybe that someone

she was afraid of was you.

[laughing]

I loved my wife.
I didn't kill her.

Plus, I was never
around, really.

I was on the deadline.
Spent all my nights here.

Deadline for this book?

My collection of poetry,
"Empty Rooms."

'It was going
to be my gift to her.'

My...attempt
to capture her spirit.

See the world
through her eyes.

She died before
it was published.

Such a fool..

...spending my time writing
about the woman I loved

instead of being with her.

Sounds like Nancy spent
a lot of time home alone.

That's why I hired Annette.

(Miller)
'Annette?'

Our housekeeper.

Annette have keys
to the house?

Yes.

She's the only one
outside the family who did.

The attic, too?

- Yes, but you don't think--
- We'll need her last name.

Also, a sample
of your handwriting.

Of course.

'It sounds strange'

somehow knowing
she didn't do it herself..

...is a relief.

Nancy had been so blessed.

Hard to believe someone
wanting to hurt her.

You had been working for the
Patterson's for several months.

Yes, I started shortly
after they were married.

And you had keys
to the house, the attic?

Really now,
you don't think

I had something to do
with what happened?

Professor Patterson
trusted me.

And you respected him.

Oh, he was a gentleman. Kind.

Sure you weren't holding
a torch, Annette?

Huh, Professor Patterson
only had eyes for his wife.

She was a beautiful woman.

- Full of life.
- Until she started slipping.

- That's what they all believed.
- Not you, Annette?

There was one incident that
I had trouble explaining away.

♪ See the pyramids along.. ♪

Ma'am?

The page I typed last night,
it was right here.

It was in my typewriter.

You're sure Rachel hasn't
been playing with my things?

I'm sure, Mrs. Patterson.

I put Rachel to bed.

I should be going now.

Goodnight.

♪ You belong to.. ♪

Wait, Annette!

'Annette!'

Did you lock all
the windows and doors?

Of course.

- The back door, too?
- Yes.

Did you feel that?

That breeze?

♪ You belong to me ♪♪

[wind gushing]

Oh, my God.

I don't understand.
I locked everything.

'Mrs. Patterson?'

"Death lurks in the corners
of your past

leaving her marks
about your neck"

Drummond. That name
mean anything to you?

First time I ever heard it.

Long time ago. Maybe,
your memory's a little fuzzy.

My memory's sharp
as a tack. Thank you.

'Sounds like whoever
this Drummond was'

he was obsessed with Nancy.

There was a man once

parked out in front of the house
in a brown woodie.

A station wagon.

Buick, I think.

He was just sitting there,
staring up at the study.

You never mentioned this.

Well, everybody said
she killed herself.

So, why would I?

(Stillman)
'Any leads on a brown
station wagon?'

(Vera)
Well, according to the DMV
there were at least

a hundred of them
in the city in '62.

Any of them
belong to a Drummond?

Nope, and the only
Drummond we found

was a 98 year old man
in a rest home.

But we did find this.

Brown Buick station wagon
was issued a speeding ticket

not more than two blocks
from Nancy's house.

(Vera)
'Turns out, Speedy was
one of Patterson's students.'

A Bruce Davies.

We thought this Bruce might
be connected to Drummond.

A nickname,
another student maybe.

Took a look at some yearbooks
and school newspapers.

Found this.

Picture from
the spring social.

(Vera)
'Bruce Davies with
his sweetheart Nancy.'

'Nancy married
Daniel Patterson'

less than a year
after this was taken.

Ol' Bruce got
the heave-ho.

A scorned lover
turned stalker.

Philly Homicide.

We'd like to talk
with Bruce Davies.

- Are you Mrs. Davies?
- Me?

No. Name's Belle.

I might've been somebody's wife
if the job paid better.

I work here.

Help out with the cooking
and cleaning.

Something tells me
you haven't always

been cooking
and cleaning.

I spent a lot of good
years dancing, too.

(Vera)
'I'll bet.'

Still know how to bring
a smile to a man's face.

Talkin' about
my cooking, of course.

- Of course.
- This way.

Police wanna have a word
with you, Mr. Davies.

The police?

Make a mean apple pie.

And you look like a man
that appreciates good pie.

A la mode.

- What is this about?
- Nancy Patterson. You knew her.

Haven't heard
that name in years.

What about the name Drummond?
That ring any bells?

No. Should it?

We'll need you to come down,
provide a writing sample.

Why?

Because we think Nancy
was murdered.

'You two dated, right?'

She was a secretary
in English Department

when I was a grad student,
so what?

So, she kicked you to the curb
and married Daniel.

(Jeffries)
'But that wasn't
the end of it.'

You sat outside in your car
for hours, pining away.

I was pining away, alright,
but not for Nancy

or for that dowdy
housekeeper of hers.

Two down, gentlemen.
one to go.

You were pining
for the husband?

They didn't have a name
for that in '62.

They do now.

I was his lovelorn
grad student.

Tragic, really.

Sayin' it was a two-way street?

- You and the professor?
- In my dreams.

Professor Patterson
barely knew I existed.

Doesn't mean you didn't kill
off the competition.

I was interviewing
for a teaching post

in Cincinnati
the night she died.

- You can check.
- We will.

I was truly sorry
when I heard about Nancy.

Never believed it.

- Suicide, I mean.
- Why's that?

Something was going on
in that house.

Something strange.

Well, Bruce, my advice
is simple to a young poet.

Let nothing come
between you and the page.

Is that why you prefer writing
everything longhand, professor?

'The truest connection, really.'

'Because when the muse
speaks to you'

she does in a whisper.

Or a scream.

Pardon me.

I don't know
what made me say that.

Could it be your muse
is a banshee?

Of course, I don't write.
Not really.

Not like my husband does.

Actually, Nancy
is a voracious reader.

Seems she's read nearly
every book in my library.

Oh, and somehow manages to make
delightful pigs in the blanket.

I better check on Rachel.

Excuse me. Please.

Nancy grew up
an orphan

so she got a late start
on the great works.

But it's just made her curious
about all that she's missed.

Speaking of great works

I heard that your collection
is coming out next spring.

My editor paid you
to say that, didn't he?

Well, it's a good problem
to have, professor.

People waiting with bated
breath for your next project.

Well, don't hold your breath
for too long.

The muse can be as
unpredictable as my wife.

You'll give us a preview,
won't you? Of your collection?

You're not going
to make us wait.

'Well, if I shared it now'

that would just spoil
the anticipation.

(Nancy)
'Daniel!'

Nancy?

Nancy, what's wrong?

[dramatic music]

Nancy?

Nancy?

'Oh, hell!'

Daniel.

Professor Patterson asked
for me to be discreet.

His wife's problems, you see.

He said it must've been
a misunderstanding.

Some misunderstanding.

I respected him.

So, I never spoke of it again.

(Rush)
'Been holding out
on us, professor.'

Kinda thing makes
us suspicious.

What are you talking about?

Hmm, forgot to,
uh, clue us in

on the dinner party.

The noose in the attic.

This doesn't make a lot of sense
you keepin' that quiet.

- It didn't mean anything.
- 'Really?'

Someone breaking
into your house

stringing up a noose
...doesn't mean anything?

I couldn't believe it
at the time.

And after she died?
What about then?

- It only made matters worse.
- Why?

Because you didn't do
anything to stop it?

No. Because I believed her.

- We need to go to the police.
- And tell them what?

The-there has to be some
rational explanation for this.

Someone was in our house.

You saw it with your own eyes.
What more do you want?

It just doesn't make any sense.

- I mean who would do a thing--
- I don't know.

I'm so scared, Daniel.

You're always gone
and I'm left here alone.

- What do you expect from me?
- I expect you to believe me.

I do.

I'm sorry.

We'll go to the police.
Together.

You..

Give me the keys.
I'll drive.

What's the matter, Nancy?

You bought rope?

- I don't understand, Daniel.
- "Nancy Patterson."

- Tha-that's your signature.
- I didn't. I..

I-I didn't buy that.

Did I?

Nancy bought the rope?

I wanted there
to be another explanation.

And when you came to me..

...I thought maybe there was.

[dramatic music]

Cops had it right
the first time.

Nancy did herself in.

And we've been
chasing a ghost.

So, we've been chasing
our tails on this one, huh?

Great, 'cause I got nothin'
better to do with my time.

Well, Nancy locked herself
and Rachel in the attic

put the note in
the typewriter

'hung up the noose
at the party.'

That's some kinda crazy.

Well, maybe she went
into a fugue state.

- 'Forgot she did any of it.'
- So, that's that, huh?

- Job's open and shut?
- 'Pretty much, yeah.'

And what about Drummond?

"Death lurks"
message he left?

Looney Tunes made him up.

(Jeffries)
'Hey, hey, hey, hey.'

Can't you read?

Since when is milk
private property?

Saving it, alright?

For what?

Apple pie, maybe?

Just keep your hands
off of it.

Most of the women
in this book..

...just don't seem
like the type to leave

without saying goodbye.

Are you forgetting
the suicide note?

It wasn't hers,
or her husband's

or the housekeeper's,
or Bruce's.

- So, who wrote it?
- It ain't an exact science.

- Oh, that's your explanation?
- Drop it, Scotty.

It's bad enough we rocked the
boat with the family, you know?

She didn't write
that note, Nick.

This isn't
about you, Scotty.

'Or Elisa.'

Or is it?

(male #1)
'You're talking about
the woman that hung herself.'

Yeah, Nancy Patterson.
You heard about her?

Now, Impossible not to.

Grandpa Hal told that story
a million times.

Crazy lady that came
into the store

bought the rope that
she hung herself with.

And your grandpa was the one
that sold it to her?

- You sure about that?
- Yeah.

- She didn't believe him.
- What do you mean?

She came back in
after buying the rope

asking all these
weird questions.

Questions like what?

Same ones you're asking now.

- Excuse me.
- May I help you?

My name is Nancy Patterson
and I think

there's been a mistake
on my husband's account.

What kind of mistake?

I don't recognize
one of the charges.

Oh, let's take a look.

Patterson..

Huh.

'That's your signature, right?'

- Oh, but that's impossible.
- How's that?

I've never set foot in this
store until this very day.

Maybe, it just slipped
your mind.

No, it didn't slip my mind!
That-that can't be!

I saw you myself, miss,
with these very eyes

wearing the same hat
you're wearing now.

Maybe, you just forgot.

Yes.

Maybe.

Uh, Miss Patterson..

...forgot your pen, too.

Last time you were here.

It is yours, right?

[dramatic music]

The pen had the name
Drummond on it?

Yeah. The cuckoo's nest.

What? Drummond's
a mental hospital?

Over in Olney.
Closed down in the '80s.

My grandpa heard Mrs. Patterson
was kind of spacey

but apparently she was,
you know..

[whistling]

A week later
she was dead.

(Valens)
'You were a nurse'

at Drummond Mental
Hospital back in '62?

Head nurse,
over 30 years.

But Drummond's been
closed a long time.

We tracked down
the employment records.

Hoped to find someone who might
know something about this woman.

'I remember her
like it was yesterday.'

You...knew Nancy Patterson?

No, not really.

I was working the front desk

when she came in, claiming
she was being followed.

Even had a pen
as proof of it.

- So, Nancy did visit Drummond?
- Yes, she did.

We think someone associated
with the hospital

might have killed her.

(Miller)
'She said she was being
followed, Edna?'

Yes, that's what she said.

And she thought
it was a patient

or someone who
worked at Drummond?

The only thing following
Nancy was her past.

[indistinct chattering]

I need to speak
to someone immediately.

Someone has been following me,
pretending to be me.

Do I know you?

You're the spitting
image of her.

- Of-of who?
- Your mother.

- What? I-I don't understand.
- I was her nurse for years.

Oh, no, you must
be mistaken.

Um, my mother,
she died in childbirth.

You never got the note,
did you, Nancy?

What note?

How did you know my name?

She left a note addressed
to "My dearest, my butterfly."

'I'd always assumed
that was you.'

It was you,
wasn't it?

What was my mother
doing here?

No one told you?

Told me what?

T-told me what?

Your mother was
a patient here.

No, no, I-I told you
she died in childbirth.

You were so young, Nancy,
just a little girl--

You're lying!
If she's here, where?

Where is she?

I found her
in the storeroom one morning.

No.

She hung herself
from the rafters.

I never should've told
her like that.

I just couldn't believe

she didn't know
about her own mother.

Who died just like Nancy.

With a noose around her neck.

The suicide note Nancy's
granddaughter brought in

belonged to Nancy's mother.

Nancy must've took it
from the mental hospital.

She didn't. Somebody else signed
out her mother's medical file.

- Check out the signature.
- Nancy Patterson, so?

That's not Nancy's handwriting.

You're saying someone
forged her signature?

Probably the same
somebody who forged

the receipt
at the hardware store.

And guess who that was?

Annette, the housekeeper.

Handwriting's a perfect
match to this.

Locked door,
message on the typewriter

noose in the attic.
She set it all up.

One goal in mind.

Drive Nancy insane.

Couldn't have been easy
cleaning for a woman

who had everything you didn't.

Nice big house, cute kid.

- Good looking husband.
- I was satisfied with my life.

(Rush)
'Alone in your
two room apartment?'

Early '60s, a woman was expected
to marry, have a family.

Wasn't in the cards
for some of us.

Maybe, you had your heart set
on someone in particular.

I told you.

Professor Patterson
was in love with his wife.

But if she wasn't
in the picture..

Who better to fill
her shoes...than you?

He'd never think of me that way.

Now, you were around
the same age, you and Nancy.

From similar neighborhoods.

Very little difference
between you.

Except Nancy was beautiful.

I don't know if I could do it,
mopping floors for a woman

lucky enough to catch
a man like that.

You wouldn't have to,
would you?

Women like you, you take
everything for granted.

Women like me?

You bat your eyelashes,
smile sweet

get whatever you want.

[chuckling]

Oh, everything
comes easy, right?

Like it did with Nancy?

'You thought you could
have her committed.'

- Get her out of the way.
- Nonsense.

Oh, you knew
about Drummond.

I don't know that place.

- Who said it was a place?
- 'Oh, you went there.'

Forged her signature,
signed out her mother's file.

Went to the hardware
store, too.

It was for their own good.

Who? Rachel? Daniel?

That why you killed her?
To protect them?

That woman was dangerous.

♪ All alone
am I ever since you.. ♪

Sorry, I didn't realize
you were here, ma'am.

Mrs. Patterson?

They put her away because
she nearly killed me.

Locked me in a closet.

I was seven.

She left me a note.

'And I just can't
help but think'

is it happening to me?
Am I slipping?

Where's Rachel?

She woke up almost
an hour ago.

Said the two of you were
gonna play hide-and-seek.

Rachel, sweetie?

Rachel?

(Nancy)
'Rachel, sweetie?'

Rachel!

Rach..
Rachel!

Help me!
Help me, please!

[grunting]

[crying]

I'm so sorry.

I might've done
a lot of things

but I did not put
that key in her pocket.

You had nothing to do with
Rachel being in that trunk?

I would never hurt
that little girl.

I wanted to drive Nancy
from the house.

That was all, I swear.

A fragile woman
pushed to her death.

Someone I gotta see.

I, uh..

I owe you an apology.

I know...when you don't
get a goodbye..

...or at least one
that makes sense..

...it stays with you.

It stays either way.

Doesn't it, detective?

Yeah.

It does.

I'd hoped it'd turn out
different for you.

Yeah, me too.

My mother did say
goodbye, you know.

Oh, she did?

Yeah, I just didn't know it
at the time.

- Are you crying, mommy?
- No.

If you're scared,
you can sleep here with me.

Oh..

You are my very best
little girl.

You know that, right?

I'll do anything
to protect you. Anything.

And I want you to remember
that no matter what..

...mommy loves you
very, very much.

I love you too, mommy.

[instrumental music]

Wait!

Look, it for you.

For me?

Oh and Rachel
has red hair.

Like your mommy.

Rachel, where did
you get this paper?

This is the page I was
missing. My poetry.

Where did you get it?

It was in daddy's things.

In daddy's things?

Where?

In the attic.

You still have
that drawing?

Of course.

I never threw it out.

I'd forgotten, what she said
to me that night until now.

That I was her very
best little girl.

You sure it was Nancy's poem
on the back of that paper?

That's what my mother said.

It was hers.

"Hollow. No escape
from the dark.

"I sit.

Huh.

Alone in empty rooms."

Poetry ain't really my thing,
but I gotta admit

that this one got to me.

It was translated
into seven languages.

Critics said it was infused
with your wife's spirit.

It was.
I dedicated it to her.

Didn't really see you as
the type to write like this.

What do you mean?

Oh, this poem
is about...frailty.

People on the fringes,
lost hope.

Nancy knew a lot about
that, didn't she?

Uneducated,
orphaned by her mother..

...widowed, raising a kid
on her own.

She didn't have
an easy time of it.

The worst part is she never
got the credit she deserved.

I'm afraid I'm not following.

This was infused
with your wife's spirit

because she wrote
the damn thing.

[scoffs]

It's preposterous.

Then what was
Nancy's original

doing in the attic
in your desk?

It's not Nancy's original.
It's mine.

You didn't use a typewriter.
Remember, the muse and all?

- Sh-sh-sh-she typed it for me.
- You son of a bitch.

She's the one who should be
sitting behind that desk.

- And you know it.
- Nonsense!

You had a deadline,
your career was at stake.

And you couldn't write
a thing, could you?

Now, who better to steal
from than the real talent

living in your house.

She stole from me!

That's what you told yourself.
How you slept at night?

You made her out to be nuts
so you could steal

her work and make
it your own.

You got poor, dumb, lovelorn
Annette in on the plan, too.

It's a perfect solution.

Nancy's daughter

spent her entire life afraid
she might go crazy, too.

Beating herself up,
thinking she was the one

who pushed her mother
over the edge.

But it was you.

I was so desperate.

People expected
so much from me.

- I had no choice!
- Why your wife?

'Why steal from her?'

Had to be other writers
around, other students.

You still don't
get it, do you?

Get what?

How good Nancy was.

Nance?

Nancy?

[floor creaking]

Daniel.

Nancy.

- What are you doing up here?
- I'm confused.

I know. You need rest.
Come to bed.

I'm confused about who you are.

What?

Only a monster would
use this against me.

You're the one
who's lost his mind.

You shouldn't
have come up here.

You took my words.
You took me!

You know what my first
professor said about me?

He said my pen must have
been touched by the Gods.

He said my potential
was unlimited.

- What's wrong with you, Daniel?
- He was wrong.

All I had was potential,
nothing more.

I have craft and diligence
and a PhD.

And it's amounted to
a thousand pages of mediocrity.

I'm going downstairs
to Rachel.

As I toiled in the dark,
where were the Gods then?

Where were they?

With a secretary?

This is genius.

Written by a daughter
of the state?

- That's what you hate--
- You couldn't have done this.

You couldn't have
written this. Not you!

But I did.

- I did write it, Daniel.
- No, you didn't. I did.

It's mine.
You stole it from me.

My pen has been touched
by the hand of God.

Oh.

[grunting]

[gasping]

[Nancy Sinatra
singing "End Of The World"]

♪ Why does the sun ♪

♪ Go on shining ♪

♪ Why does the sea ♪

♪ Rush to shore ♪

♪ Don't they know ♪

♪ It's the end of the world ♪

♪ 'Cause you don't love me ♪

♪ Anymore ♪

♪ Yes ♪

♪ Why do the birds ♪

♪ Go on singing ♪

♪ Why do the stars ♪

♪ Glow above ♪

♪ Don't they know ♪

♪ It's the end of the world ♪

♪ It ended when I lost ♪

♪ Your love ♪

♪ I wake up in the morning ♪

♪ And I wonder ♪

♪ Why everything's the same ♪

♪ As it was ♪

♪ I can't understand ♪

♪ No I can't understand ♪

♪ How life goes on ♪

♪ The way it does ♪

♪ Why does my heart ♪

♪ Go on beating ♪

♪ Why do these eyes ♪

♪ Of mine cry ♪

♪ Don't they know ♪

♪ It's the end of the world ♪

♪ It ended
when you said goodbye ♪♪

(Rush)
Stay tuned for scenes
from our next episode.

[theme music]