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[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]