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[Paul Whiteman orchestra's
"Charleston"]

[indistinct chattering]

Violet? You're an
absolute killjoy.

I'm sorry. I don't
know anyone here.

That's what a party's for,
make a new friend.

You never know, it could
be a Hollywood star

or a bank man.

The Bartlebys have
a beautiful home.

Of course they have
a beautiful home

they built the railroad
from here to Timbuktu.

Do you think if you're this
rich you wake up in the morning

feeling very different
from how we feel?

Sure. You wake up warm.

[gasps]
There's Bartleby.

'Oh! He makes Valentino
look like a slob.'

I bet these Bartlebys
feel well-rested

and clear every day.

Because they don't have
to dream at night.

Why would they?

You're an odd duck, Violet.

But I like you.

I swear, 1929 is gonna be

the most splendid year of my
life. I'm gonna see the world.

And I swear to meet a wealthy
man who's also handsome.

[All]
Two!

One!

Happy New Year!

[all cheering]

[intense music]

[phone ringing]

[music continues]

- Hi.
- Hi.

I got a cup for you, too.

I don't think it's too cold
but you could

stick a finger in and see.

Had some at home.

I'm so relieved to see you.

I mean, I read about what
happened to you last year

with that maniac.

But you're doing well?

I...I thought maybe
you would call.

I wanted to give you your space.

You look fine.

So do you.

It's 'cause I'm happy.

It's 'cause I'm getting married.

That's why you wanted to see me?

Lilly, when you know
someone's right for you

you just feel it
undeniably in your bones.

You ever had
that feeling?

- What's his name?
- Jackie.

So, will you let me buy you
a beautiful dress and shoes

and will you be
my maid of honor?

What about Chris?

You're my firstborn.
Chris will understand.

You can't find her, can you?

Your sister's not
like you and me.

She doesn't need a home base.

She's running
from the law, mom.

Lilly, watch what you
say about your sister.

Yeah, I'm really busy. So--

Yeah, I know, your job's
important to you.

Well, yeah,
we're overloaded.

- Sorry.
- Right.

Well, don't have to make
a decision now.

Have dinner with me
and Jackie.

I-I'll see.

Okay.

My great-grandmother
was murdered in 1929.

1929. Alright.

I know it was a long
time ago, but I felt like

I had to come
in here for myself.

I've been preparing,
doing the family history

and I found
this online.

A death certificate.

All I've got.

There's no relatives listed

just the boarding house
where she lived.

She gave up my grandmother
for adoption

'so all we've ever known'

is her name, Violet Polley.

That's not a lot
for us to go on.

- Detective Rush, Aimee Goodman.
- Hi.

Aimee's great-grandmother
was murdered in '29.

'29, huh?

Do you ever feel like you
want to change your life

but you can't outrun
your screwed-up family?

Yeah.

Well, the women in my family

have not had the greatest lives.

I think it goes
back to Violet.

Like...a curse
hanging over us.

[Valens]
'The thing is, uh..'

...look, we're swamped
right now, Aimee.

Just not a lot
of spare time.

We'll make the time.

I'll give it
every second I have.

[theme music]

[Stillman]
'Violet Polley, found dead'

on Christmas day,1929.

Cause of death,
fractured skull

from a blow to the head.

Photo doesn't show a lot of
blood at the crime scene.

[Stillman]
'So she didn't ' die there.
Body was dumped.'

Looks like she
didn't have family

to spend the holidays
with, none listed.

Home address is Darlington
boarding house in old city.

I know that place.

It's on the historical register.

Susan B. Anthony lived
there for a time.

Made us go there
in junior high.

Can't remember a thing
except the gift shop.

[Valens]
Guys in evidence whined at me
like a bunch of pre-teens.

Guess they hate dust.

All the belongings
Violet had with her

when the body was found.

What's that?

- A rattle.
- For her baby.

Aimee's grandmother.

- We know who the father was?
- No one knows.

Don't even know specifically
when the baby was born.

Just that she was brought
up at St. Mary's orphanage

'in Germantown.'

Start with the Darlington
boarding house.

Maybe they can fill in the gaps
on Violet staying there.

Okay.

How'd it go with
your mom this morning?

She's getting married.

Ah.

For the fourth time.

[Old woman]
'That quilt was made from hand.'

'Amazing, right?'

That's a girl with time
on her hands.

Better than snacking.

[Woman]
Single girls

lived in this place
from 1860 to 1934

and left a lot behind.

Quilt included.

Plus, this.

- Girl's journal.
- Covers the years '28 and '29.

Ever seen the name
Violet Polley in there?

She's one of your
main characters.

Uh, starting on this page.

"Ginger Swensen
made it her business

"to turn Violet
from a rag-a-muffin

to a real Sheba."

No kidding. What's the date?

December 31, 1928.
New Year's eve.

"First order of business,
the hair."

[Louis' Armstrong's
"Heebie Jeebies"]

I won't even
recognize myself.

That's the idea,
out with the old

in with the swanky.

Where'd you say
you're from, Violet?

Oley Valley, near reading.

- Mm?
- I don't drink.

I keep my mind sharp
because I'm a writer.

Well, that's funny, 'cause
every writer I've ever met

is fried to the hat or passed
out on Nick Bartleby's couch.

Violet, you got a daddy?

He's dead.

And my mother, too.

- I mean, fella.
- Oh.

I did, but...
that's all over.

The male persuasion are saps

all of 'em.

I moved to Philadelphia
because that's what

the bus ticket I stole
said on it.

What about you?

I heard a song on the radio
one day, back at home.

It was the most on-the-level
song I'd ever heard

and when it was over,
I felt utterly different.

What song?

"Poor man's blues"
by Bessie Smith.

'That's why I'm here'

to sell my songs
to wonderful singers.

But Bessie Smith's a negro.

A writer needs to see the world.

Well, it ain't the world,
it's Philadelphia.

We'll see it tonight
at the Bartleby mansion.

It's gonna be the berries.

Bartleby mansion. Hmm.

You seen that place?

I could fit 25 of my
apartments in there.

Those people were
American royalty.

Their parties were known
all over the east coast.

Pretty good invitation for
a boarding-house girl.

The girls who stayed here
would've been single

and on the younger side.

Ain't a party
without cute girls.

Any Bartlebys left in Philly?

Nick Bartleby died in a hunting
accident, I know that

and the only one that's left
here is Muriel, and they say

the old girl hasn't
left the house in years.

Can we borrow this journal?

Well, it's bad enough
I'm letting you touch it

with your bare hands.

Fine.

But no direct sunlight,
and no moisture.

[Vera]
I was plotting my escape, but
then I found something helpful.

Shh!

'WPA transcripts.'

Interviewee,
Ginger Swensen.

Name from the
boarding house journal.

Girl who cut Violet's hair.

WPA, during the new deal

paid people to do interviews
with everyday Joes.

This Ginger was one of them
talking about her roarin' 20s.

"Before the big crash,
we whooped it up."

According to this,
biggest whoop of all

was that New Year's eve party.

"Where a friend of mine,
an inexperienced farm girl

from Oley valley, had a bit
too much to drink."

[jazz music]

Mine, it's my house.

Your brother says to bed
right now, Muriel.

You were right about liquor.

It is an artist's
best friend.

I'm full of a certain
joie de vivre.

I'd like to sing a song
for everyone.

Bet it's the cat's pajamas.

Hit it, Violet.

Violet?

[indistinct chattering]

Hello!

This is a lovely party.

This song is about poor
farmers where I'm from.

Enjoy!

[slow blues music]

♪ Woke up this morning ♪

♪ I got one dress left ♪

♪ Woke up this morning ♪

♪ I got one dress left ♪

♪ Bank man say ♪

♪ I ain't never
gonna get the rest ♪

♪ I prayed for water ♪

♪ I prayed to save our land ♪

♪ Lord, I prayed for water ♪

♪ I prayed to save our land ♪

♪ The dust done come ♪

♪ And I can't find ♪

♪ A helping hand ♪

♪ Daddy gone and left us ♪

♪ Mama up and died ♪

♪ If I weren't so thirsty ♪

♪ I'd be likely to cry ♪

♪ Woke up this morning ♪

♪ Got this old dress left ♪

♪ Woke up this morning ♪

♪ This old rag is all
that I got left ♪

♪ Gonna cut it ♪

♪ Into curtains
and show the world ♪

♪ How I look best ♪

[crowd applauding]

Thank you.

What's your name?

I am Felix Spyczyk.

[Violet]
'Happy New Year, Mr. Spyczyk.'

Hey, what do you
mean to do here?

Come with me,
someplace private.

What kind of girl
do you think I am?

Kind of girl who drinks
too much champagne.

Uh, get your filthy
hands off me, mister!

"We were only young girls
with the most vague idea

of what catching a man's
eye could really mean."

[Vera]
So this Spyczyk takes
advantage of the girls

at his boss's party.

Maybe what he did to
her had consequences.

And those consequences

wound up at St. Mary's
orphanage without a mother.

Felix Spyczyk was
Bartleby's driver.

That's what he told the
arresting officer in 1922.

When he's picked up for
illegal possession of liquor.

Don't forget frequenting
a bawdy house in '28

and possession of opium, '25.

[Rush]
'Not the man you'd want around
the young girls at your party.'

Be great to ask
the Bartlebys about it.

Kat and Scotty went to the
mansion this morning. No answer.

Family lawyer hasn't
returned any calls.

[Miller]
'Hey.'

[Stillman]
Heard about your
Bartleby visit.

Could've sworn I saw Muriel
through the curtains.

She must leave
the house sometimes.

Lie in wait while she
gets the morning paper?

Uh, your mom called a few times.

Wanted to make sure
you had the address

for the restaurant.

She wants me to be
her maid of honor.

Buttering you up
with a free meal.

I guess, if I go, at least
she'll stop calling.

[Jeffries]
'We're investigating
the murder of a girl seen'

at the Bartleby
New Year's eve party, 1928

being manhandled
by Felix Spyczyk.

My grandfather did many
things during that period

that he was not proud of.

'Includes everything
on his criminal record'

and whatever young girls
he was seen manhandling.

He told you about that?

It was part of his job.

- He was a procurer.
- For Bartleby.

Whatever the great man wanted
that's what my grandfather

had to get him.

Booze and girls.

Serves the guy for seven years

then one day,
Nick Bartleby fires him.

Plucks a clock off the mantle

and says, "Take this
and hit the road."

He made good, though.

Sold the
clock for $75

and started Spyczyk shipping.

Took me years, but I tracked it
down bought it at auction.

[Valens]
'Your grandfather tell you a lot
about his days with Bartleby?'

At the end of his life,
he wanted to tell his stories.

So I listened
and made tapes of them.

How about the night he
procured Violet Polley

at the New Year's party?

The one girl who said
no to Nick Bartleby.

[Felix Spyczyk on tape]
'She said, "My name is
Violet Polley from Oley valley'

'and I am a songwriter,
not a boozy floozy."'

That's her, our girl.

[Felix Spyczyk]
'Mr. Bartleby had said to me'

'"Get the singing dame."'

'So I did.'

[medium-tempo jazz music]

Let me out!

[Felix groans]

Okay, Spyczyk, old boy,
let her out!

You told me
bring this one.

'Not if she's violently
opposed to being'

'in the same room with me,
which she clearly is.'

That is, unless I'm growing on
you and you'd like a drink.

No, thank you.

'Wait! Spyczyk,
bar the door'

'until the lady
answers one question.'

What on earth was that song?

"One last dress" is
an original by Violet Polley.

Oh, I know her. She's known
to get a little soused

at soirees and show
her knickers to strangers.

I do not!

Well, darn it.

Do you ever miss being
part of the human race

with the rest of us

or do you like life
up on your mountain?

I don't think I'm any better
than the average Joe

if that's what you're implying.

I just wonder if it gets old

waking up each morning
with nothing to work for.

If I had a talent like yours,
I would work, Violet Polley.

Thank you, Mr. Bartleby.

But as God made me

I can only offer you charm
which does nothing for you.

True.

And my loyal driver Spyczyk

'half as handsome but twice
the man that I am.'

He and I can see you safely
home in my Packard.

I don't think so.

I'm a songwriter,
Mr. Bartleby

not a boozy floozy.

[music continues]

So Violet rejected
Nick Bartleby.

That's a bold move.

Here's the punch line,
Bartleby loved it.

The one girl who says
no turns his head?

Sent 300 flowers to her
boarding house the next day.

Told my grandfather to lay them
thick as oriental carpet.

How many of those tapes you got?

Days worth.

How much would you like
to know about Poland?

We'll get back to you.

"300 flowers" is the name
of an old blues standard.

Yeah?

The lyrics go "Like an oriental
carpet, thick and sweet."

Violet was a songwriter.
Where'd you hear that?

Singer I know
covers it, Lena.

Lena, huh?

Let me get a look
at the threads.

- Alright.
- What are you doing?

Just making sure you look good
enough to see the woman

you talk about in your sleep.

We're going to see her.

Not we.

"300 flowers"
by V. Polley.

So she got a song published.

Few dollars in her pocket.

Pretty upbeat song,
but it is about a love triangle.

Woman choosing between two men.

Mm-hmm.

"When I gave up what was ours
I met a man so kind."

Nick Bartleby could be
the kind one.

Leaving a woman
300 flowers

is kind.

Why don't you bring
it to life?

[slow blues music]

♪ You and I ♪

♪ Said good-bye ♪

♪ I thought I'd die ♪

♪ 300 flowers ♪

[Violet]
♪ I've been sitting
here for hours ♪

Came here to take you back.

♪ Can't seem to make
up my mind ♪

But it seems like
you've plumb forgotten

what you and me made together.

♪ You and I ♪

Hate to think of what you been
doing to earn these flowers.

Been working on my songs.

Get your head on straight,
Violet.

You're acting
bigger than you are.

I won't go home with you
to tend to pigs all my life.

That's who you are, woman.

'I don't want
to tell you again.'

You have three guesses to guess
which gorgeous man

'is downstairs asking
for you personally.'

Oh.

I'm..

Hey!

♪ Petals tickling my feet ♪

♪ Like an oriental carpet ♪

You been actin' loose?

Be careful, she kicks.
I've seen it.

She's spoken for.
You scram, cake-eater.

She speaks for herself.

You tell people back
in Oley valley

they'll be hearing
about me.

They will never
see me back there again.

I'll take a ride
in that fancy car.

I'd like to see
the world, please.

♪ Don't be blue,
find someone new ♪

♪ 300 flowers ♪

Sounds like your Violet
chose Bartleby.

Song says "I left behind
what was ours."

Think that could
mean a baby?

Could be.

Songs from this era
are coded

when referring
to something scandalous.

Hometown guy thinks he's
gonna get a second chance

with the mother
of his baby

but he gets thrown over
for someone new.

Many sad songs written
about being thrown over.

Many lives ended over it, too.

We got the hometown
boyfriend's full name

'from the boarding house
journal, Jeb Shiner.'

Anything on him being
the father of Violet's kid?

'Not yet, but'

we know he didn't kill Violet.

He was too busy with his pig.

"Farmer's almanac."

'"Jeb Shiner of Reading,
Pennsylvania'

and his prize-winning swine,
December 22, 1929."

Three days before
Violet was killed.

And the pig contest
was in California.

In 1929,it would've taken him
more than three days

to get from there to here.

So Jeb wasn't in Philadelphia
when Violet died.

What'd you dig up on
the Bartleby relationship?

[Valens]
That the man was a dog.

Check it out.

"Photoplay", US weekly,
back in the day.

[Stillman]
And there's Nick Bartleby
looking smug with a gal named

Carmela La Fleur.

Who's that?

She was Mae West-type actress.

[Valens]
'Had a burlesque show.'

It was pretty famous,
and she and Bartleby

were an on-again,
off-again thing.

Where's Violet fit in?

According to gossip,
right in the middle.

"Nick Bartleby had the nerve
to bring his new squeeze

"to the black cat house
in Philadelphia.."

♪ I'm wearing secondhand hats ♪

♪ Secondhand cologne ♪

♪ That's why they call
me Secondhand Rose ♪

♪ Even our piano
in the parlor ♪

I don't have the right
clothes for this place.

To look like you
do in that dress

these women would pay $200.

[Violet]
'Well, they only need
two and a quarter.'

Nick, this might just
be the greatest night

of my entire life.

Is it me or the dancers?

Right now, I'm looking
over your right shoulder

at Carmela La Fleur,
in the flesh.

'Trust me, you're not
seeing her in the flesh.'

She is absolutely
sensationally beautiful

and she'd be just the right
gal to sing my songs.

Hello, Nick.

Carmela.

Oh, I see.

So Philadelphia
really isa small town.

Violet, let's go.

'We can go anywhere you'd like.'

I just don't want
our evening ruined.

♪ Secondhand shoes,
secondhand hose.. ♪

Hey, pal? What's
the meaning of this?

The milk's for the girl
you're baby-sittin'.

Help her grow up strong.

Keep it to yourself,
would you, Carmela?

From now on, I will, mister.

[Carmela]
'Don't cry, darlin'.'

This is nothing compared
to what I'll do to you

if I catch your flat behind
with Nick Bartleby ever again.

♪ Secondhand rings ♪

Okay.

Carmela La Fleur put
it out there.

Don't be in public with my man.

Could be Violet didn't
take the advice to heart.

Got spotted again.

Got a contact for Carmela.

It's a local guy.

[Stillman]
'Where'd you get that?'

Name on a web site.

"Mickey Stein.

No. 1 fan."

I know, fan sites are so cheesy.

I put it up to attract
info for my thesis.

What's your thesis
on, Mr. Stein?

"Carmela La Fleur, the
quintessential vaudeville girl's

"re-invention of the feminine

"in her work
in Philadelphia

from 1927 to 1930."

Specific.

And yet there's so much to tell.

What sparked your
interest in Carmela?

My grandfather was her dresser.

His job was to put
her clothes on...her?

Wardrobe. Personal assistant,
hair, full-time confidante.

He tell you about Carmela's
relationship with Nick Bartleby?

Like Elizabeth Taylor
and Richard Burton, those two.

Back and forth.

We're looking into
the murder of a girl

that went out with Bartleby.

Carmela wasn't happy about it.

Murder?

Really!

Do tell!

We're gonna be the ones
taking notes here.

Violet Polley.

- Ever hear about her?
- Sure!

Didn't know she was murdered.

She really pissed Carmela off

showing up at the burlesque
show with Bartleby.

Well, that, that was then.

A few months after that,
the girls made up.

How do you know about it?

My granddad was there.

It was after one of Carmela's

"Dragon lady" performances
at the Black Cat House.

Such gorgeous silk.

Straight from
the orient, darling.

'I've got a china man
mad for me.'

He thinks I'd be big
as tea over there.

[chuckles]

[Violet]
'Hello, Carmela.'

Can I have one moment
of your time?

Autographed pictures in an hour,
behind the stage door.

- Shoo, fly.
- It's alright, Mickey.

Don't you know who this is?

It's Nick Bartleby's girl.

Oh, dear.

Carmela, please
don't turn me away.

I'd like to ask you something.

Well, what is it?

I'm a songwriter,
writing original tunes.

I write from the soul,
about the plight

of the average Jack or Jane.

People like my parents were

[sobbing]
humble, good people..

- Get her a soda water.
- Yes.

I'm sorry.
This is so strange.

You been cryin'
like this regular?

Nick's in Europe.

I suppose I miss him.

Feelin' queasy, too?

Achy, like you got the flu?

Yeah. That's it.

[Violet]
'You had it, too?'

I did. Once.

You're knocked up, kid.

No.

What would you know about it?
You don't have kids.

It doesn't always have to
end that way.

But judging by the way you
filled out through the middle

it's too late
for you.

I don't know what I'll do.

I've almost run
through my savings.

Nick's gone

and I've been
too ill to get a job.

What about your humble parents?

They're gone.

Uh...cigarette?

Scotch?

No, thank you.

Kid, how much for a song?

How many do you want?

How many you got?

It was Nick Bartleby's baby.

Aimee's a Bartleby.

That ought a blow her socks off.

I know I'd be thrilled.

Rich guy doesn't wanna set up
camp with his side dish?

And her illegitimate child.

Gorgeous, rich man
seeks poor songwriter

to birth scion and live
in marital bliss?

I don't think so.

[humming and laughing]

Are you dating anyone?

Ray came through town.

Uh-oh. Who's he?

I want better for you, is all.

Well, there was this DA.

Kite.

He was a good one, but--

He was too good, right?

Not for me. I'm a lightweight.

- She is.
- Alright.

Remember when
you broke your jaw?

She was always into something.

What happened? You fell, right?

A broken jaw is horrible.

She used to run out in the
middle of the night, I can't

believe I even slept,
I'd worry so much.

I was attacked.

I didn't fall.

We lived
in some bad neighborhoods.

How about I check on our order?

The look on your face,
all night, what?

He doesn't even know
that you're an alcoholic?

Was. You could try
being polite to him.

- This is my new husband.
- For the next month.

Oh, stop it.
Maybe I fail, but I try.

It's more than failed
when you bring home guys

who hit you,
who steal from you.

But I try.

Okay? I find happiness,
if only for a little while.

That's more
than you can say.

At least I'm not alone.

I'd rather be alone
than clinging to a man

who doesn't even know me.

Well, as usual,
you're so much better.

Stop.

How long did you and the DA
keep it together, huh?

- More than a month?
- I can't go to your wedding.

What, work
is so important?

Because I-I can't smile
and-and pose for pictures

and pretend that everything's
fine when it's not.

I just want one night
of happiness with you there.

Is that so wrong?

Have I done so badly
I can't have that?

Well, I can't
give it to you.

You deserve it, too, Lilly.

To just...be happy.

[sighs]

[indistinct chattering]

[line ringing]

[male on phone]
'I'm out right now.
Leave your message.'

Kite.

Lilly Rush.

Well, you're workin' late,
I bet.

Look, I want to say something

and I know the ship
has sailed with us

so that's not why I'm calling.

[sighing]
I, uh.

I'm just gonna say it.

Look, I know it's on me,
how we ended things.

I got flipped out.

I just..

...I just want to not end up
like my mom, you know?

But I don't wanna end up
like this either.

So, I'm done.

I'm done with having
to walk home alone.

She can't do it, but I can.

I can change.

[kite on phone]
'Lilly?'

I'm related to the Bartlebys?

- Yes.
- Definitely?

[Valens]
'We got a lead from
Carmela La Fleur's biographer'

on the doctor who helped
girls in trouble back then.

This is the doctor's record
of your grandmother's birth.

"Baby girl. Eight pounds,
three ounces. Rose."

That's my grandmother.

There's a quilt

from the boarding house
where Violet lived.

Says "Rosie" on it.

Maybe Violet made it.

So why did I grow
up the way I did

and the Bartlebys grew up
the way they did?

We're gonna find out.

Your great-grandmother
was a songwriter.

She published a song called

"300 flowers."

What's it sound like?

It's beautiful.

I'll have to find it.

Muriel Bartleby's gang
of lawyers just called.

'Says you've got 20 minutes.'

And they're timing it.

That sounds like
we're being summoned.

[instrumental music]

I hear we've got 20 minutes
with you, Muriel.

I, uh...I don't see
people, as a rule.

Thanks for the exception.

Do you know
about our family?

My brother had the most

marvelous parties in this house.

The walls pulsed with life.

Now look.

Violet Polley
had your brother Nick's child.

People always wanted to claim
our name as their own.

People like Violet?

We were so careful not
to allow a crooked branch

on the family tree.

Now there are
no Bartlebys left.

Except for Violet's descendants.

[Jeffries]
'Sounds like your brother
will do anything'

'to protect the family name.'

My brother had nothing
to do with Violet's death.

How do you know?

Because I saw him
wash his hands of her.

When?

Some time after the crash.

Violet was right here

in this room

with her baby.

[Ethel waters' "True blue Lou"]

Daddy gave it to me!
I won't sell it!

Muriel!

'Behave!'

Our banker, Mr. Treehorn

threw himself out of his
sixth floor window today.

Buck up, Bartleby.
It'll turn around.

It's the end
of the world.

Violet Polley is here
to see you, sir.

Tell her I'm away.

You should see her, sir.

Get out of my house, Spyczyk.

- Sir?
- I cannot afford you.

You are dismissed.

♪ In love with a guy ♪

♪ She stuck to him,
but didn't know why ♪

♪ Everyone blamed her,
still they all named her ♪

♪ True blue Lou ♪

♪ He gave her nothin'
she gave him all.. ♪

Violet.

You've been home a while now,
and you haven't rang me back.

It ain't on me, kid.

Me and him are
strictly platonic.

What is that?

This is our daughter.

I know you meant to be
through with me, Nick

but this is our child.

I named her Rose after
the roses you gave me.

This is scandalous.

Then marry me.

Violet, that's ridiculous.

[Violet]
'You're a grown man.'

You can do as you please.

I did. And now I'm through.

♪ There's a reward
for that kind of love ♪

If you won't marry
me, take Rose.

I can't provide for her alone.
I need your help.

I can't give you anything!
I can't help you!

'I can't even
help myself.'

You can take my clock.

It's made of gold.

You're no kind of man, Bartleby.

Why don't you save
the day, Carmela?

Take the baby yourself,
and raise it backstage

with your opium pipe
and your fairies.

We, uh...we could've
taken the little baby.

'We survived.'

When was this?

Christmas day.

You gave Violet

your gold clock?

A child's idea of help.

Who knows how much
it was worth?

Seventy-five dollars.

Daniel, we'd like to take
the clock in with us.

I'd rather you didn't.

Why is that, Daniel?

Well, it's a family heirloom.

You know the story Felix
told you isn't true.

Bartleby didn't
give him that clock.

Well, it's what
he always told me.

Except that one time
when he told you the truth.

You said your
grandfather wanted

to tell you his stories
before he died.

To get them off his chest.

[Valens]
'We think he told you
about a murder, Daniel.'

Felix Spyczyk
was an honorable man.

He was the last one seen
with her, day she died.

He took the clock from her.

Why do you have to do this?

He's gone now, he's long gone,
and he can't be punished.

Violet's family
has been punished.

Their lives would
have been so different

'if they had
her around.'

They deserve to put it to bed.

I thought about
destroying the tape.

'But it's
what he wanted.'

He wanted to tell the truth.

So, here.

[instrumental music]

[Daniel on tape]
'That's okay, grandfather.
You can rest now.'

[Felix on tape]
'I want to say it,
what I did to her.'

[Daniel]
'It's okay.'

[Felix]
'It was after she
left Bartleby's'

'with nothing but a crying baby
and that gold clock.'

[baby crying]

It's okay, baby Rose.
It's okay.

It's okay.

- He is scum.
- Yes, he is.

People think he is like God,
all of them

in their beautiful
house, Bartlebys!

We know the truth
about Bartleby

and what he did to you
and your little baby.

We can tell the world.

What are you suggesting,
Mr. Spyczyk?

I will tell him,
give us money

or we tell newspapers.

He has no money.
You heard him.

These people survive
like cockroach. He has money.

He can always find what
he needs, Nick Bartleby.

No. I've made it this far.

- I'm a girl who finds a way.
- Wake up.

You have baby and no money.

Today I don't, but tomorrow--

This is good plan.

This is how to do
as the rich do in America.

'Squeezing them.'

I'm not that sort of person.

You take clock already.

You let him buy you.

I'd rather find a way
to make it on my own

than be a lowly blackmailer.

I am not lowly!

Blackmailing makes you
as bad as Bartleby.

I'm not like Bartleby!

I'm not.

[Rose crying]

Rosie.

[Rose crying]

[intense music]

[Rose crying]

'Alright, moppet.
Alright.'

["300 flowers"
by Allison Miller]

[Violet]
♪ You and I ♪

♪ Said good-bye ♪

♪ I thought I'd die ♪

♪ 300 flowers ♪

♪ I've been
sitting here forever ♪

♪ Can't seem
to make up my mind ♪

♪ You and I ♪

♪ Second chance ♪

♪ Hometown romance ♪

♪ 300 flowers ♪

♪ When I gave up ♪

♪ What was ours ♪

♪ I met a man so kind ♪

♪ Red petals ticklin' my feet ♪

♪ Like an oriental carpet ♪

♪ Thick and sweet ♪

♪ What once was dust
now is grand ♪

♪ I believe I've
found my new man ♪

♪ Baby, you ♪

♪ Don't be blue ♪

♪ Find someone new ♪

♪ 300 flowers ♪

♪ I've been sitting ♪

♪ Here for hours ♪

♪ I've up and changed my mind ♪

♪ Yeah, I've up ♪

♪ And changed my mind ♪♪

Stay tuned for scenes
from our next episode.

[theme music]