You're listening to a Morbid Network podcast. Hey, weirdos, I'm Ash.

And I'm Elena.

And this is Morbid.

This is Morbid.

It's almost Halloween. Halloween. Halloween.

This.

Is Halloween. Everybody, I can see. -pumpkins and stuff.

-pumpkins and stuff. All right, hi. How are you? How's everyone's? Almost Halloween.

Good? Oh, good. I'm glad to hear it. I want to know what.

Everyone's dressing up as.

Oh, my God, you are?

You guys got to see what we dressed up as. Yes. Ahead of time.

If anybody was confused, Elena was Addison from Zombies Three.

I was Alien Addison from Zombies Three.

Not to be mistaken with cheerleader.

Or almost were wolf Addison.

Although you should have been almost were wolf Addison.

I would have. I like that. I'm sure everybody can understand that I didn't choose that costume. My children chose it for me. When they say, Can you be this for Halloween? You say, Yep. Then they asked John to be Zed from Halloween. We were to Alien Addison and zombie Zed.

You guys looked great when you walked in. I was dying.

Thanks. The kids are all from zombies as well. I think we got a Willa, the were wolf. We got Elizabeth, the zombie. But then- Then my litterest one, we all know, is on a whole different planet.

On her own.

She's not on her. She is half Willa, the were wolf.

Half split down the middle, and the other half is Remy.

Ash's cat. And she could not wait to show Remy.

My cat. Very excited to show Remy the cat that she was half for. But yeah, it turned out really well. We were a zombies family and also half of Remy the cat.

Yeah, of course. I was just Miss Piggy and Drew was Kermy if you guys slayed it. Thank you. I'm so upset because I ordered a prosthetic nose, I was telling Elena, because I wanted to go full-fledged and I wanted to glue down my eyebrows and put the makeup higher. Oh, Jeez. I didn't have time to do my hair. It was hard because I hosted. You looked great. Thank you. I hosted, so I made.

All the food. When you're hosting, it's hard to go all out.

With the costume. My prosthetic never came. I know that sucks. I know. It's going to get delivered, and I'm going to be like, Okay, I don't need this anymore.

It's going to get delivered two weeks after Halloween and you're just going to show up one day as Ms.

Piggy to record.

We're.

Just going to be like, Hey, girl. I'm just like...

Yeah, see, I wanted it to be something scary, but not this year.

There's always next year. They're getting more into spooky shit.

They are. So whatever they request. We were saying, there's only so many years that your kids are in this goofy, excited, into everything, go allout stage, especially for Halloween costumes. If they ask me to be something, I'm going to be it until they don't ask me to be something anymore. It's just like, I'm going to at least hold on to this for as long as I can.

Yeah, you got to.

But it'll be a sad day when they're like, Mom, we're going out with our friends for Halloween, and I'm going to say, No. But then.

You can come trick or treating with me and my kids because they'll be younger. That's very true. So it'll be fine. We'll have every stage of life at some point. I love that. Yeah. I love that. That was deep. There was. Every stage of life at some point. I just meant in kids.

But.

Then you could double that as like, We'll all hit every stage in life at some point.

Wow, Ash has.

Crossed.

Over.

Listen, I was up late last night. My coffee hit and then it unhit.

She had a time-release coffee this morning.

That just hit two.

Hours.

Late.

Then suddenly she was just bouncing off the walls singing that It Girl song from TikTok.

You guys, that song, I feel like it was written to me. It was. Not because I'm the It Girl, just because it's so fucking good.

I love that you're like, I'm not the It Girl. I'm not.

Being like... I feel like it.

Was written about me.

That song, she had me in mind. That song.

It Girl, I think it was about Ashkel. Oh, my God.

I'm pretty sure. I just meant like, imagine. I'm intolerable today.

I love you today. I love you.

All days. Oh, my God. Thank you. That was so nice. Today, I'm funny.

You're never funny any.

Other day. What? You little bitch.

You went from so sweet to.

Like, Fuck you. The other day, when I was like, You need me, and you were like, Okay.

I was like, Shut up. All right. I'm not talking about.

This anymore. Elena loves me a lot.

I do.

It's only infrequently that she bullies me.

Yeah, only infrequently, but it happens.

Of course, it does.

I mean, I bully you too.

But infrequently during the day. I told Elena today, No ghost at the wedding. You would have thought that I shot the woman. I bullied her. Yeah.

I didn't, actually.

No, you didn't bully me. No, I didn't.

I was like, I bullied you. Then I was like, Wait.

No, I didn't. All right, well, we should probably get on with things because we're just nonsensical today. Did a lot of candy yesterday?

I didn't eat a lot of.

Candy, actually. Maybe that's what's happening to me. I ate so many fucking fun-sized crunch bars and-.

There it is.

-and Butterfingers. I'm on another planet today. I'm space level. Oh, space level. Oh, my God. Just really quickly. I also, last night, watched... There was a watch what happens live recap of the best Vanderpump rules moments of watch what happens live. James Kennedy was on there, and it was when he got to perform for Steve Aokie, and that really just sent me. I love that. And when you said space level-.

Space level.

-it made me think of it. It made.

You think of it. All right.

So anyway, back to the morbid. I have a wild case today. It's old timey, so if you're not here for that, then love you. Bye. And if you're here for it, love you. Hi. It's Nann Patterson and the death of Cezare Young. I say death because to this day, we don't know if he was murdered.

I love when we all get.

To decide. You get to decide.

This is also a very you case. I looked at like, I don't know what happens per se, but I looked at a little summary of it, and I was like, This is a case that Ash belongs covering.

Oh, thank you so much. It's like, Nann seemed a little fabulous if she didn't commit murder. I'm not sure if she did or not.

So I won't commit to that.

That would be fabulous if she didn't. I'm not going to commit. The woman at the center of this case, Nann Patterson, she was actually born Anne Elizabeth Patterson. Name is not Nann, it's Anne.

What a small, subtle way to change it into.

A stage. I love it. Exactly. She was born in 1882, and she was one of three children born to John Patterson, who was a well-known real estate developer in and around Washington, D. C. I couldn't find anything about who Nann's mother was. That's interesting. I don't think Dave could either. When she was born, he was the supervising architect of the Treasury. Oh, wow. But he resigned at the beginning of Grover Cleveland's first term as President, and he said as a lifelong Republican, he, quote, refused to hold office under a Democrat.

Okay.

So that was that. But- Live.

Your life.

What would you say? Live your life. Live your life, I guess. So, Nans' early life was pretty unremarkable, but things changed dramatically for her in 1898, when at just 16 years old, she started dating a man named Leon Gains Martin. He was about 14 years older than Nancy, but that was more.

Acceptable back then. I was going to say back then it was.

Pretty regular. Yeah, it was so regular, but it's so wild to hear that.

Now.

They met in Baltimore, and after just one year together, they actually ended up getting married. Nann was 17, and Leon ended up taking a job with the San Francisco Railroad, which meant they now had to move from New York across the country to California. As a young, now married woman in her later teens, Nann, she was still interested in doing the things that most people her age were interested in. She liked fashion. She liked theater. She liked just girly shit. Being in California with the fashion and the theater was like being at the center of the cultural universe, and she was fucking stoked over it. But, Leon, on the other hand, married life wasn't really what he had expected. Okay. Yeah. The first few months in San Francisco, they were happy, but it didn't take long for their relationship to start crumbling. Leon, he had high expectations. He wanted nan, his new wife, to be dutiful, obedient, like old, tiny, terrible things.

All those great things. Yeah, you should definitely look for that in a partner.

Yeah, obedience.

Yeah. Fantastic. Absolutely. Can you.

Imagine having that be like a list of desirable qualities in your partner?

Obedient? No, I cannot.

Yikes. But what he got instead, he later told reporters, was a girl who, quote, was of a lively and emotional nature. It's like, You married someone almost 14 years your junior. Of course, she's full of life. She just started living it.

He just described a person who is alive.

Correct.

Emotional and lively. It's like that's just a- That's a pulse. That's a carbon-based person, I think. That's really just like, What?

Did you.

Want her like... Well, I know what he wanted. He wanted her docile and robotic. Quite. It's like, Well, then you should have just got a robot, my friend. Exactly. Jump ahead in time a little bit.

Or, I mean, back then, you probably could have found somebody that you wanted. Yeah, you.

Got forced.

Into that. Exactly. But to deal with his woes, he started drinking heavily and gambling more often, and that just only led to the relationship crumbling even faster than it would have. Actually, just one year after they got married and moved to the opposite side of the country, they got separated.

Oh.

Yeah. Now, years later, they did end up divorcing and man sighted desertion and failure to provide as the reason for the divorce, which like...

Yeah, that hurts.

Now, Leon challenged her assertion, telling the judge his wife, quote, had the stage fever and became inordinately fond of dress that he could not afford to give her the luxury she wanted.

She had the stage fever.

She had the stage fever and she liked to.

Dress nice. I love that that's just a reason for divorce. She got that.

Stage fever. Oh, back then it was actresses back then, or looked so down upon. It's crazy.

Yeah, you get that stage fever.

It's like a completely alternate universe to what we're used to now because we hold actors and actresses on pedestals, and not.

Back then.

But what a douche. Moving on. Now that she wasn't able to rely on her husband for financial support, in 1901, she auditioned for the Floridora Girls. They were a traveling troupe of Choir Girls born out of the late 19th century stage play Floridora. I always feel like I'm staying it wrong, but I did Google it and it's Floridora.

Oh, look at that. It sounds cute. It is.

Well, it's cute, but it's also problematic because as a rule, all Floridora girls had to be exactly 5'4 and they had to weigh 130 pounds.

Wow! That slims down the applicant pool.

It sure does. They also had to be a quote, or they had to, quote, personify the ultimate and feminine beauty. That's a lot.

This sounds so healthy.

Yeah, totally.

Yeah.

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Who, as we know.

Ultimately dies. Now, Cezar had been born in Surrey England in 1867, and he had come to the United States in 1890 as a poor amateur athlete. In the 10 or so years before he met Nann, he actually had amassed a fortune buying and selling race horses and also earned himself a reputation as a gambler, bookmaker, and notable, quote-unquote, Man about town.

Man.

About town. Imagine that's your occupation.

Man about town. All right, just a man.

About town. I'm just a man about this town.

Just about.

Town, man. I'm about this town.

I like that.

Now, as a horse trader, Cezar traveled around the country buying and selling horses, and he was on his way to California in the fall of 1902 when he met Nann on the train. Now, a New York prosecutor would tell a jury in 1904, that quote, Young was a man who exercised a singularly great influence on women, and he was himself easily susceptible to women. So given that-.

Easily susceptible to women.

I was really hoping you would repeat that quote, Easily susceptible to women. We're like an illness. All right. So given that, Caesar was immediately taken with the beautiful and vivacious man on the train. Of course. So much so that they literally couldn't even wait for the train to reach California before, shall we say, getting to know each other more intimately.

Oh, consummating their friendship?

Consumating their- Their acquaintancehip? -their meeting. Their meeting, literally.

Their.

Introductions. So these motherfuckers locked eyes on the train. He was like, You're hot. She was like, You're hot. They got off in Chicago instead of going all the way to California. They had a little afternoon trist in a hotel. Damn, folks. Got a hotel, fucked. Got back on the train in Chicago, and then went back to California.

Just hot people doing hot things. That is.

The definition of hot girl shit. That is what Meg had in mind when she wrote the song, Getting off a train to fuck a man that you think is hot. Then go back on the train to finish your journey.

To go do your business.

Like, damn. Wow. Obsessed. All right. When Cezar and Nand got back on the train in Chicago, they registered as Mr. And Mrs. Francis Thomas-Young. But there was a little bit of a problem. Cezar was already married to a woman.

In New York. Oh, not Hot.

Girl shit. Who was fully expecting to join him in California. Hot Girl shit erased.

Also.

This depends on how you look at things, NAN was not officially divorced yet. She was separated, but not divorced. First. Personally, at least I don't see an issue on her end. But it's like, guys, he.

Has a lady.

But I see an issue on CISA's end because at that point, I don't know if he had been honest with Nann about the wife. Eventually, he is, and I didn't love that. In the two years that followed, NAN and CISA carried on their affair with a little regard for secrecy, and they just spent time together whenever they could. After Cezar's death, many papers noted that, quote, It would have been useless for him to deny that he was infatuated with the woman. Oh, no.

It's the man you're married.

Yeah. In fact, he was so infatuated with Nancy that even the idea of her being married to another man, regardless of the specifics of that marriage, proved intolerable. In less than a year into their relationship, Cezar ended up paying for Nancy's divorce from Leon. On April 30th, 1903, she became a single woman again.

Wow. But it's like- He just expedited that shit.

You can't deal with the fact that she's married to someone, but you're married to someone. What if she doesn't like that?

Yeah, that's not good.

You get to have your cake.

And eat it too, sir? Absolutely.

With C Caesar's work allowing him to travel often and his investments in California needing him to spend quite a bit of time in and around San Francisco and NAN living there, they had plenty of opportunities to see each other. Despite C Caesar being more than a decade older than NAN, they carried on like lovers in their early 20s. They would spend evenings at restaurants in Sacramento, cafes in Los Angeles. They were just living the.

High life. Living, laughing and loving. All the way.

But it's not cute because he has a wife. Yeah. According to the district attorney, Cezar was a heavy drinker and quote, Would frequently at the track drink 30 glasses of beer, and every morning he would have three or four drinks of brandy with breakfast. Okay. So you're starting your day off with three glasses of brandy, and then you go to the track and have 30 glasses of beer?

The red flags are flagging.

Thirty?

That's a lot. Thirty? That's a lot. That's insane. Some might say too much.

Meanwhile, Cezare's wife, Margaret, ended up finding out about the affair, and she had been doing her best to ignore her husband's infidelity. But by the spring of 1904, after almost two years of the affair, she'd grown pretty tired of his bullshit. She decided, No, I'm not going to tolerate this.

No way.

In March of 1904, Cezar and Nand took a trip to Berkeley and then went on to Los Angeles to attend the races at Santa Anita Park. But Margaret caught wind of their plans, and she sent Cezar's business partner, John Millen, to LA to track down her husband and his mistress as she made her own way to LA. She was like, You go before me. I'm going to figure out some affairs as we figure out this actual affair. You go ahead and track them down and I'll be on my.

Way soon. Nothing is better than catching someone in.

The act- Yep.

-when you know that it's happening.

I've never had that happen, but I can only imagine that would just be like-.

Because it's just confirmation. It's one of those things because during that whole, when that stuff is happening, you're convincing yourself that you're losing it and that it's you being overly paranoid and they convince you that you're being overly paranoid. Red-handed. It's just like, ha-ha, chef's kiss.

Basically, that's pretty much what happened because John Millen makes his way. Eventually, Millen finds Cezar and Nans staying at a Turkish bath house in L. A. He calls Margaret and tells her where they are, and she goes to the baths to confront them.

Oh, girl.

Incredible. She did not give a shit about the onlookers. Once she found Cezar, she directly and loudly confronted him, demanding he end the affair with Nand right then and there.

Wow. But also, I'm like, Just go, Got you.

All done.

Good luck together, guys. I'm moving on. I know it's not as easy as that, trust me. But it's like you just want to see them be like, Fuck.

You guys. I know. I agree. Cezar, he agreed reluctantly, and he instructed John Millen to take Nand to the station, give her $800 in cash, and put her on a train to New York. Wow. So long, sister. Just discarded like trash.

Here's some cash buy.

How shitty.

Is that? Damn, that's really.

Like- And that would just make you feel so yucky.

Yeah, it's like dehumanizing. Yeah.

So, Millen did as he was instructed, but Margaret's attempt to end her husband's affair was ultimately unsuccessful.

You don't say.

Just weeks after agreeing to end his relationship, Cezar and Dan started seeing each other again. Of course. With the same disregard for secrecy they'd shown the first time around. Now completely outraged at this point, Margaret Young again demanded her husband end this relationship. Again, he agreed.

Okay, we got to stop.

It's a roller coaster.

We got to stop.

This time he insisted that, quote, he would spend as much time in travel as would be required to kill his infatuation.

Oh, okay. Another red flag here.

Yeah, I'm totally going to end it. I'm just trying to get out of the way.

But I'm going to travel a lot. I'm going to travel a lot to stop my infatuation with this other woman.

You're going to travel a lot, meaning you're going to be away from home. I'm going to be away from... It's unclear whether Cezar had genuinely intended to end what was clearly an obsessive relationship with NAN.

Patterson at this point. Honestly, it's an asshole move. It is. People can die and still be assholes when they lived. That is just.

The real. Yeah, maybe he wasn't an asshole all the time, but this is an.

Asshole move. But this particular thing, we can all agree, is not cool. Thank you.

But at the very least, at this point, he was committed enough to the idea of ending the relationship that he agreed to spend the summer traveling around Europe with Margaret. The two were scheduled to depart from New York on a White Star Ocean Liner on the morning of June fourth, 1904.

White Star, isn't that the Titanic line?

Oh, my God.

Is it? Is it? I think it might be.

Can you google that quickly?

I think it's like a White.

Star line. I think you might be right.

Yeah, operated by White Star Line.

The Titanic. That's on another level.

That's really wild. What year was this?

1904.

1904. Wow, so 1912, I think it was the Titanic.

Wow, that's crazy. That's just interesting. They were probably building the Titanic at that point. That's wild. Holy shit. Well, they don't end up on the going on it. They don't.

Flash forward.

The future. They don't end up going on this oceanline. Okay. Yes, they were scheduled to depart on a White Star Oceanline on the morning of June fourth, 1904. But of course, Caesar felt that he had to see Nann one last time before he left for the summer, continue to have his cake and eat it too.

Oh, boy.

On the evening before the evening of June third, he did agree, or Nand did agree to meet Caesar at this place called Flanery. It's a restaurant in lower Manhattan, and they had dinner and champagne. They had certainly hoped to be alone, but they ended up being joined that evening by CISA's brother-in-law. Margaret's brother, William Luce, or Luce, who insisted on accompanying CISA to the meeting, but agreed to sit at an adjacent table.

So is he there as a chaperone?

I believe so.

I don't-This is a strange scenario.

It is a strange scenario. It's unclear to me if Margaret sent her brother to watch them or if maybe CISA and the brother-in-law were just close. He was like, I want to make sure you don't fuck my sister over and I'll do you this solid so you can say hi to your girl. This is all.

Very messy. This is all very messy. It's very messy.

It's giving real trust.

No matter what way it's going, it's messy. Yeah, it's bad.

See, he sat at the adjacent table and accompanied them on their date. According to the owner of Flanery, Cezar and Nand seem to be discussing their relationship at first calmly, but after a few drinks, the conversation ended up getting heated. Cezar insisted he was leaving and the relationship must come to an end. He told Nand, I have loved you and I do love you now, but I will travel until I forget you. I will stay abroad a year if necessary.

This is so intense. It's so intense. This is so intense. I will travel. It's an interesting method of going about this. I will travel until I forget you.

I.

Don't know, maybe like- Being other places. It's just a.

Strange method. I guess maybe being places where they hadn't been together thing.

Because I'm like, Distance makes the heart grow fonder. It does. This doesn't seem like it's.

Going to work. Maybe it's just the idea of like, I won't run into you. Putting distance between us. Kind of thing? I don't know.

I think it's like in Gilmore Girls when Max Madina says that he can't be near Laurely, and he says, Keep a big basketball player-sized person in between us.

Justice for Max Madina, they should have gotten married.

Honestly, justice for Max Madina.

I do love Luke, but justice for Max. I do. But I loved Max. Same. But before partying ways that evening, Cezar did agree to meet with Nand one last time the next morning before leaving for the pier. He is literally getting on a fucking, I don't know, it's probably a yacht, with his wife and is like, This is the last time I'm going to.

See you, Nand. I'm just going to meet my mistress one more time.

Actually, just kidding. I'm going to see you the morning before I leave.

This is a lot.

Cold turkey, dude.

This is not a.

Great look here. No. The next morning, C Caesar left the apartment that he shared with Margaret a little before 7:00 AM and told Margaret he was, quote, going to attend to some urgent business, and that he'd meet her at the pier a little after 9:00 AM.

I'll say I have to say because we're saying CISA, this is an asshole move. Man, asshole move. Absolutely asshole move. This is really asshole. You guys got to get it together.

That's the thing.

You're both doing this to this woman. This is really fucked up.

Yeah, because before, when I was saying like, hot girl shit, I don't think NAN knew that.

They were together. That's the thing. Hot girl shit when everyone's single and everyone's happy and fine. But now you know- It's messy as fuck. Now you know he's literally going out with his wife on an ocean liner to go travel together to repair their relationship, and you are agreeing to meet him. You're both messy. This is messy. That's fucked up.

That's super.

Fucked up. That's just messy. It's really yucky.

He's telling her I have to attend to some business. Yeah, and that's.

Fucked up. He's still lying to you? Yeah.

Now, as we know, obviously, the business was meeting Dan. They met a little before 8:00 AM, and they were headed in the direction of the pier. They're literally heading toward the pier where he's supposed to meet his wife to leave. They're in a handsome cab, which is a type of horse and carriage where the passenger sit in the carriage right behind the horse and the driver is seated on a spring seat behind the cab. Oh, okay. That will be important later. That's why I went to detail. We'll try to post a picture if.

We can. Yeah, I've definitely seen those types.

Yeah. As soon as I looked it up, I.

Was like, Oh, okay.

Now, just as the cab approached the corner of Franklin Street in West Broadway, the driver heard a loud bang come from inside the cab. And once he managed to get his horse under control, he pulled the cab to the side of the street and flagged down a nearby patrol officer who rushed over to see what the hell was going on. When the officer reached the cab, he looked inside and saw that Cezar-Young had collapsed into his lap and appeared to be unconscious. Now, as soon as he lifted Cezar into an upright position, the officer saw that there was a large hole in his chest, just slightly lower than his left shoulder. Now, upon a quick search of the body, the officer did locate the pistol, which had fallen into Cezar's jacket pocket with one chamber empty. Now, as all of this was going on, Nand just appeared to be stunned and was clasping her hands, repeating, Cezar, Cezar, why did you do this? Now, without hesitating, the officer told the cab driver, Frederick Michaels, to drive as fast as possible to the nearby Hudson Street Hospital, where Cezar, unfortunately, was pronounced dead before they were ever able to get him to the operating table.

Then when Nann heard that Cezar hadn't made it, she became hysterical and quote, The services of a physician who was to have attended to young were enlisted and hurried instead. That's from the New York Times in 1904. It's always cool in cases like this when a New York Times article was written, but it's in 1904.

Yeah, because it's always interesting to see how they word things too, because it's just always so different.

Yeah, and it's just interesting the fact that The New York Times has been operating.

For as long as it has. Yeah, exactly.

Now, once she was able to compose herself, Nann ended up being taken to the Leonard Street Police Station, where she sat for an interview with Captain Sweeney. According to Nann, she and Cezar had met early that morning so that she could see him one last time before he left for England. On the way to the dock, she said Cezar had the cab driver stop at two different salons where he had at least one drink of whiskey before getting back in the cab. We had two drinks.

Of whiskey. Okay. I mean, this guy drinks heavily, so this wouldn't be...

Yeah, he does drink heavily. The thing is she said at least one drink, so it's a little unclear how much he did drink. I don't know if she just was trying to protect him or if she got confused in the chaos of everything, but at least one drink at both salons, so at least two drinks total.

Now.

As they got to the docs, close to the docs, excuse me, they started arguing about their relationship and his leaving when, according to Nann, C Caesar, in a moment of impulsivity, pulled a gun from his jacket pocket. He told her he wanted one last embrace, pulled her into his chest, wrapped his right arm around her neck, and then suddenly discharged the gun under her shoulder into the left side of his chest. Wrapped his right arm around her, and it would make sense that if that was the case, he would have shot into his left shoulder.

Yeah.

Or in front of.

His left shoulder. I mean, it also makes sense. If he's a righty, that would be where it would go anyway. Exactly. You're not going to bend it inward. Yeah, like.

Picture hugging somebody, putting your arm around them, and where does your hand end up? When the gun went off, she said Cazar dropped the pistol, and it fell into his jacket pocket as he slumped forward into her lap. She told the investigator, Now that he's dead, I love him so dearly that I feel I have nothing to live for and no desire to live.

Which is really sad. That is sad.

Now, as she was being interviewed by Captain Sweeney, a very distraught John Millen, if you remember from the beginning, Cazar's business partner, entered the Leonard Street station. He was, Clustered with excitement and rage and demanded to see nan. When the desk sergeant wouldn't allow him to, he shouted, I could kill that woman. She cannot deceive me. She did for young, which she has done for two other men before. She cannot deceive me. I knew young since we were boys together. He's claiming that she killed two other men. I was.

Just going to say, I'm sorry. Does he have information we.

Don't have? Out of nowhere. I'm like, Damn. Now, a bit later, Nann was being let out of Captain Sweeney's office and taken to the coroner's office as that was happening. Millen, who had been sitting there waiting for her, jumped out of his chair and rushed toward her, making a move to strike her. Whoa. But before he could, two officers grabbed him and dragged him away. They were like, You're going to get arrested if you.

Try to pull that shit. Yeah, you can't go around hitting people.

Instead, he followed Nann and the accompanying officers down the hall, shouting after her that, quote, If he had a gun, he would shoot her then and there. Damn. This whole thing is just so messy.

It's so dramatic and so messy, and he seems very, very convinced. That she did this. There's no question in his mind.

Not a doubt in his mind. The scene repeated itself outside of the station with Millon again trying to assault Nann, who cowered behind the accompanying officer, begging her to, quote-unquote, save her from Millon's fury. Oh, my God. She's fucking terrible.

Yeah. It looks like he's going to try to kill her.

Quite literally. If he had a gun, he probably would have. Now, at the coroner's office, even more information came to light that didn't do much to help Nann's case. If C Caesar's death was a suicide like Nann had indicated, excuse me, then that would have been easily proven by only one set of fingerprints on the weapon. But according to Nann, her fingerprints would be on the gun as well. She said, quote, Because I took the pistol out of his pocket and put it back again.

Why?

Why would you do that? That is very strange to me. That doesn't...

Yeah. Did she have a reason? Or she was just like, Yeah, I just might pick it up.

And put it back in. She said, I took the pistol out of his pocket and put it.

Back in again. So she watched somebody kill themselves with a weapon, and then she said, I should probably touch that weapon and then put it back where I.

Found it. Yeah. Okay.

I've never been in that position, so I'm not going to say it's a total impossibility. I don't know.

It's strange. -it's strange. But there was a detail that helped her here. There didn't appear to be any gun powder residue on her hands. I was going to ask that. Indicating that while she may have held the gun, it wasn't likely that she fired it. If there's no gunshot residue on her hands.

That's pretty interesting. That is, isn't it? That's a.

Pretty big one. Strange. There's absolutely no way she would have been able to wash her hands. The police officer came right to the cab after it happened and immediately.

Escorted her. Was there gunshot residue on.

His hands? We will find out that, yes, there was gunshot.

Residue on his hands.

Interesting. Things got worse when John Millen arrived with additional details about Nans history with men. The coroner told The New York Times, Mr. Millen has made many grave charges against this woman. Millen told me that a member of the Ben Her company killed himself on her account while she was with the Floridora company, and that afterward, another man who got into trouble with her killed himself. Now, Millen's claims of Nans suspiciously driving other men to suicide were entirely unsubstantiated.

Okay, because I was going to say, do we have proof of this?

They were never ever determined to be anything more than rumor.

Oh, okay. There wasn't even proof that this had even happened.

Literally no proof whatsoever. However, but still, his comments started a classist, misogynistic rumor mill that would not only persist through the investigation and trials, but also influence their outcome in a big way. Now, the biggest problem investigators faced was that while multiple people had theories about what happened between Dan and Cezar, no one actually saw anything yet. They haven't talked to anybody yet who actually saw what happened in.

The cab.

The cab driver told police he never heard any argument and was only aware of the problem when heard the gun go off. Up until that point, he was like, I was just driving the.

Fucking cab. Yeah, he was just paying attention to what was in front of him.

Yeah, I didn't hear anything. But police had other information that made them doubt NAN's claim of suicide. Captain Sweeney told the press, It looks to me like murder. Our information includes several letters of a threatening nature, which were sent to Young, supposedly at the insistence of this woman.

Uh-oh.

He's saying that C Caesar was getting all these threatening letters before, maybe not from Nand, but she urged somebody to write him these letters.

Oh, we're getting a little messier here. We're getting a little loosey-goosey with these.

We're getting real messy.

She didn't write them. But she convinced someone too. But she told someone.

It's also like, how are you going to prove that? Exactly. And fun fact, they don't. But please know that this will remain messy all the way through. Okay. Up until the very end.

Then we will get no resolution.

No, quite literally none. I also can't stop saying quite literally because of Austin from Southern Charming. I'm sorry about it. Quite literally, Madison. Quite literally, Madison. It's so bad. Anyways, Captain Sweeney wouldn't say what information was in the letters at that point, but reporters quickly learned that they had been sent from the address of Mrs. J. Morgan Smith, Nann's sister, who she had lived with. No. They indicated Nann was, quote, greatly wrought up on Young's account and that she, Mrs. Smith, would not be responsible for what would happen if he ever tried to desert her sister.

I mean, oh, whoa. I know. That just feels like just sisterly.

Also, I don't think anyone ever even saw the letters.

They're just being like.

I heard.

This letter was written by this lady and that it said this. It's like, Can you show me it? They're like, No. Exactly. But I did hear.

It, and that's enough.

Because that's.

The thing. This is reporters being like, I found out that it was sent from this address.

Back then- A source close to me says this, and it's like, What source? They're like, I'm not.

Going to tell you. Exactly. We know even with the Jack the Ripper case, they put random shit in there all the time that happened. They always put shit in there. But according to Captain Sweeney, there were about three letters written to CISA, all vaguely threatening in nature, and Nand claimed to know nothing about them. She was like, I didn't tell anybody to write shit.

She could be lying. She could be telling the truth.

I don't know. After the autopsy was completed, the coroner released his finding that the death, excuse me, the cause of death was a hemorrhage of the lung from a bullet that entered the body, quote, just below the left shoulder between the first and second ribs, piercing the apex of the left lung. Wow.

Like, what a way to go. Damn.

Now, given all the unanswered questions, Nand was taken into custody and held in a cell, excuse me, at the tomb city prison. Imagine having to go to the tombs.

Well, and it's also like if she really was just in this cab with this man, and he gave her a hug and shot himself in the lung.

That's horrible.

While hugging her, and she just witnessed this and now is being put in the tomb, jail cell? Yeah. Can you imagine how fucked up this is?

No. If she did not do this, she was put.

Through the wringer. I always think of that one. It's like an unknown. I don't know if they did it or if it was some other way. It's like, Imagine if they didn't.

It's really shitty because obviously back then, women weren't trusted. No. You couldn't say on my word as a woman. Nobody gave a shit about you, unfortunately.

No. Honestly, that's where my stance on the death penalty started to shift. Really? During the creation of this entire podcast, this whole show, it was like people started talking to me more about it, and the more I thought about it, the more I was like, Wow. Imagine. Imagine if you get it wrong. Humans are fallible.

Very fallible. It's happened. People have sat in prison for.

Like.

30, 40.

50 years.

It's like you look at that. Then new evidence comes out.

It's like something you can undo.

In this case, especially, it's basically all he said, she said. There's not a lot of forensic evidence in this case. Of course not. A lot of the like, Well, I heard this from so and so is completely unsubstantiated.

Yeah, and that's why these crimes in this era always fascinate me too. It's the same. It's because with the advancements in technology and forensic science and all that good stuff is very fascinating, and I love that stuff. Absolutely. But seeing them, obviously, this is a different one because this is a wonky one where it's like he said, she said. But they do solve a crime in these days. It's crazy. It's fascinating because they did that with nothing. No advancements in anything. All just like full on-.

Pure detective work.

-full on just boots to the ground, nose in there thing. It's fascinating to see them do it. Oh, it absolutely is. But then it's really interesting to see this side of it, too, where it's like, this is where it can go really wrong them having no technology whatsoever.

Honestly, well, it's interesting, too, because I used to be like, fine, I didn't mind you doing the old cases, but honestly, to be frank, they weren't my favorite. But now I prefer them.

Yeah, it's so funny. Because I.

Think they're so much more interesting, and that's why I've started doing them.

Yeah, they just like every once in a while to throw a really old timey one in there. It's just it's really interesting to see the dichotomy of how they solve these things.

It is.

It really is.

So that's why we've been doing them.

But don't worry, we're all over the map.

Yeah, we do everything. We'll stay all over the map. Didn't I just do a case from the '70s? Yeah. That's my shit. There it is. So, yes, taken to the tombs, Dan was, and she was held on $5,000 bail. I don't know why I said it like that, but I did. Okay. Her attorney, Abraham Levy, came up with the money for her release, actually, but very aware and nervous about public interest in the case, the district attorney, William Jerome, immediately challenged the bail and ordered that she be held without bail. Which if you think about what they had versus what they didn't have, the fact that she was held without bail is.

Bullshit, especially because it's like.

You don't have anything. Even if.

You really... This seems like a very one-off crime of passion case of that, which is not okay, obviously, but when we're talking about holding bail and all that, that does factor into it. Whether this is like you're a threat to society, you're just going to run around-I don't think we're going to do this.

-or like a flight risk or something.

Yeah. Even with that not being the case, they're still doing that? And when they have nothing?

When she was arrested, the only evidence that they're holding her without bail on is a sworn affidavit from a junior police officer who was the first on scene. In this affidavit, the officer stated his belief that NAN was, quote, criminally involved. Wow. So she's being held without bail because he thought so?

Because I feel it. I feel that. I feel it in my bones.

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Oh, damn. This is getting interesting. It is.

On June eighth, a wonderful fucking day, before the grand jury had been convened, a man named Algeron Mayer, I'm going to call him Mayer because I don't want to Butcher that name? Butcher his name, exactly. But a supposed witness to the shooting went to the press to publicly identify himself and tell his story before making a formal statement to the police or the district attorney. Just went balls to the wall and was like, What's up, public. Wow. He told the papers he'd seen the struggle inside the cab and, quote, The shooting appeared to be accidental, he said. Now, his account actually seemed to corroborate what Nann had told police in her statement, but more importantly, he was one of very few people with no agenda that could speak on her defense, on behalf of her defense. When the story broke about Mayor witnessing the crime, the DA's office came forward to announce the identity of their own witness, a man named Carl Norlander. According to them, Norlander had been brought to the tombs where he positively ID'd NAN as the woman he saw shoot CISA Young in the cab. But the problem was that there were no eyewitnesses to the shooting, and the heavy news coverage of CISA's death had prompted a flood of letters to NAN's defense team and the district attorney's office from all these supposed witnesses.

It basically just caused this whole messy, again, situation where both sides were trying to outdo each other with false claims just to strengthen their cases. Instead of taking place in a courtroom where a judge could have controlled all this chaos, it was taking place publicly in the newspapers, pretty much by design because both sides knew that they were swaying the public's view with each story coming out. Now, like Millon's vague claims of Nance history with other men, the coroner and the district attorney also became willing participants in this media frenzy, and both with little regard for truth or their professional obligations. They basically saw NAN's case as an opportunity to make a bigger name for themselves, and they were trying to capitalize on that. Day after day, public officials from the coroner to the police captain to the district attorney were giving statements to the press where they made vague or unsubstantiated claims of man's guilt. They would hint at having these few irrefutable pieces of evidence but never produce any. For example, just one day before the grand jury was convened, the coroner made a statement to the press declaringwere hearing, I have obtained sworn information, which makes it certain that when the inquest is held, the jury will find this defendant responsible for the death of Cezar-Young.

Wow, that's confident.

He didn't. Shocked. Because when he was asked what this information was, and as he said, I can't share it with you right now.

You know what? It goes to another school.

You wouldn't know it. Yeah, exactly. She doesn't even go here.

It's very classic.

Yeah, exactly. All the unfounded claims aside and media frenzy aside, the prosecutor did have a solid lead in a man named hyman Stern. He was the pawnbroker who claimed to have sold the pistol used in Caesar's death. Now, shortly after Nann's arrest, this man, in turn, positively ID'd the revolver that they'd found in Caesar's pocket as the one he sold the Friday before Cezar's death. But when he was asked to identify Nann as the female of the couple who purchased this pistol together, he said, No, that's not her. So then the police theorized that it could have been Nann's sister who went to buy the gun with her husband, J. Morgan Smith. Because remember, they said Nann's sister was the one to maybe send Cezar those threatening letters that nobody ever saw.

Of course. Those George Glass threatening letters.

Exactly.

They were.

Like, don't exist. They were like, maybe she was doing her sister solid. Maybe. Writing letters and buying guns. Fucking sister.

I was going to say sibling shit.

For real. Who's cowery taken. Despite a lack of evidence tying to the shooting, the DA presented the case to a grand jury that included a considerable amount of questionable testimony from people they said witnessed the shooting. After hearing the evidence, the jury made the unconventional request to hear Nand's account of events. But her counsel decided that it probably was not in her best interest to go on the stand. It was a tough one.

That is tough.

Because on one side of things, she can sit there and tell the jury her side of events and hopefully they believe her. But then on the other side, what if they don't like her for some reason or they don't believe her for some reason?

She doesn't give them the proper emotional response that they are looking for. Exactly. She gets backed into something that sounds a little fishy. It's really risky.

It is. But that request alone definitely hinted that the jury wasn't entirely convinced by the prosecution's case because they're like, Okay, can we hear from her? But still, Gabe, Levi, and Dan's other lawyers viewed the request for her to testify as more of a risk, like we were just saying, than anything else. As far as they were concerned, the evidence against Dan spoke for itself, and it was telling an unconvincing story. They felt there was nothing to be gained by having her appear.

Okay.

Unfortunately, her refusal to appear in court did not.

Help her case. I was going to say, I feel like it just would have been. Why not? Yeah. At this point, it's like, what do you have to lose?

Tough call, though. I can see why they were like, Fuck, what do we do here?

But I feel like it would have been a better call to have her on there. Yeah.

In this case. And probably, because despite their previously indicated doubt, on June 13th, the grand jury returned an indictment of murder in the first degree against Dan Patterson. On June 21st, she appeared before a judge in General Sessions Court, and her lawyers entered her into a plea of not guilty. Now, from the moment Nann was found in the cab with CISA, tons of news outlets from New York to California had made it clear that while they didn't know if she was responsible for Cezar's death or not, there was no doubt she was an unsavory character because she's an actress. No doubt.

No doubt. No doubt. She had that stage fever.

Basically, that was their main focus. On June fifth, just one day after Cezar's death, the front page of the San Francisco call referred to Nann as a, quote, wrecker of the bookmaker's home. Oh, my. When they talked about Cezar's wife, Margaret, they called her a beautiful and talented woman who has been credited by her husband with having lifted him from a position of poverty to one of affluence. Wow. Which they should be nice about his wife. She got really fucking screwed over here. But you don't know if Nann's guilty or not.

That's like we're really just going with that.

Guilty thing. Exactly. In reality, Caesar's wealth actually had not come from his wife.

It's like, Here's the thing. Nand did some bad shit.

Hundred %.

That should be like, Yeah.

That's fucked up. She did wreck the bookmaker's home. But she was not alone in that. He too.

He too, ruined his home. No takes.

Two to tango. Exactly. But the article and the call is the perfect example of the classism and misogyny that surrounded all three of Nand's trials. Whoa. All three. Three. Yeah, just strap in everybody. Get comfortable. Damn. So quote-unquote, home wrecking aside, NAN's on-stage career was also looked down upon by many Americans who, as author, Carrie Segrave pointed out, Looked upon females within the field as loose and generally immoral. So the because she was part of this traveling group of the Florida door girls and wanted to be an actress, they were like...

They.

Were like gross. They were like, gross.

Nasty. What a ho.

The other thing is, Nann barely spent any time acting, but throughout her trial, she would constantly be referred to as the actress in a mocking tone. The actress? I think they honestly did that.

I love that that said like an insult.

The actress. The actress. Imagine Gwyneth on her trial being like, The actress. The actress. I was like, What? I'm like, What? But they clearly were hoping that that little piece of information about her.

Life.

Would sway the jury if they didn't like-.

Absolutely, it's a tactic.

For sure. It's a tactic, for sure. Quote-unquote, loose and generally immoral girls. Wow. Wild. The trial, the first one, did get underway finally on November 15th, 1904, and the assistant district attorney, William Rand, was acting as the prosecutor, and Gabe Levy there was leading NAN's defense. Despite the media circus that surrounded the case, the trial, the first one, was pretty simple and straightforward. The prosecution alleged that NAN was afraid of losing CISA, so she shot him in a jealous fit of rage. The assistant DA told the jury, We will show you that the wound which brought about his death could not have been self-inflicted, and that the weapon which was used could not have been purchased by him or have belonged to him. Now, at the time of the trial, Nand's sister and brother-in-law, the Smiths, who the prosecution believed had purchased the gun that killed CISA, they hadn't been located, so they weren't able to be subpoenaed. Damn. But nevertheless, the district attorney made a show of calling the pawnbreaker. Why do I keep saying pawnbroker? I don't know. I don't know at all. It's funny, though. It is funny. You're welcome. It's the pawnbroker, hyman Stern.

The pawnbroker-Gyman, Stern, the district attorney made a show of calling him to the stand so that they could show him photos of the Smiths, and they were hoping he'd be able to confirm that they were the people who bought the gun the night before the shooting. But what the jury didn't know was that Stern had already seen pictures of the couple and told the district attorney he did not recognize either of those people as the buyer of the pistol. But coincidentally, when the time came for Stern to testify, the prosecutorfew years later, the prosecutor's office got word that he'd actually been stricken by appendicitis, and his testimony would have to wait. When asked whether the appendicitis had been brought on by the trial, assistant DA, William Rand, who had absolutely no way of knowing, replied, It may have been. In fact, I think that nervous strain which he's been under is the cause. Sir, you're a district attorney. You're not an attorney. Yeah, come on. You're not a doctor. Let's not. Now, the defense, on the other hand, their argument, they maintained their assertion: That Caesar had been drinking the morning of his death. His judgment was impaired by whiskey and no food, and he shot himself in a fit of what they called alcoholically sentimental despair.

Wow. That's a tense. That's a tent.

What a name for it. I know. In support of their argument, the defense attorney, Levy there, called a man named Milton Hazelton, to the witness stand. Seventy-eight-year-old Hazelton had been in New York for a short trip in June, and he claimed he had been walking down the street with an acquaintance when they came upon a handsome cab as it pulled to a stop. He claimed in the cab, quote, They saw a young man and woman facing each other with their hands clasped together. There was a commotion of some kind going on. The young woman just then dropped her hands to her lap, and immediately the two witnesses noticed a revolver in the man's hand and heard it go off.

This is so complex. It is.

It's interesting because at certain times they're like, Nobody saw this happen. That's the thing. Then they're like, This guy saw this happen.

They're like, Look, an eyewitness who has every single view of every angle of this crime, and it's.

Like, Wow. Okay. That's the thing. The problem here is that the cancun cab didn't come to a stop.

Before he was shot. Yeah, it was because.

Of the sound. It pulled over after the shot. I don't know about this witness that the defense called. That's interesting. In my opinion, I don't know if this man saw what he saw or what he said he saw. I don't know. But his testimony was corroborated by a second witness, John Latour, I believe is how you say it. He was coming out of a drugstore, excuse me, when the shot was fired, and he said, quote, As the cab passed me, I heard a shot fired. Okay. So in his statement, the cab is moving.

Which makes more sense.

He said, I looked into the cab and saw a pistol in the right-hand of the man who sat there on the right side of the cab. When the cab had gone half a block further, it stopped. I climbed up on the step and looked in. The man still held the pistol.

Okay.

But that's confusing because had he already shot himself, the gun at that point had fallen into his pocket. If he had just shot himself and the gun fell, he wouldn't still be holding it.

It's like, did it fall? Because I was more confused when they were talking about how I think Nand said he shot himself then put the gun in his pocket.

She said the gun fell in his pocket.

Okay. I thought she made it like... Because I was going to say maybe he didn't die right away, and he was able to place that in his pocket before. That's possible. I don't know why he.

Would, but who knows? She said he had shot himself, and then the gun fell into his pocket.

Oh, see that's less believable to me. That's what I thought too. It's more believable to me that he would quickly put in his pocket before succumbing. Yeah.

It's interesting.

Yeah. It all just like when you look at this eyewitness.

Yeah, these two eyewitnesses.

Yeah. Then her fingerprints were on the gun, and she said she touched it by bringing it out of his pocket and putting it back in. It's like, did she fuck up and did the gun not fall in his pocket, but she put it in his pocket? I didn't want to say that. Maybe this eyewitness did see the gun in his hand. Possibly. She just put it this maybe shes just picked it up out of his hand and then put it in his pocket like, holy shit.

Yeah, that could have happened.

Absolutely. You're just to pick it up like, Holy shit. What happened here. Then like, Oop.

Well, there you go. There you have it, reasonable doubt.

That's the thing right there. Look at me, lawyer-I'm not a lawyer. But it's like that could have been it. Maybe Nane was mistaken or didn't want to- To say. But maybe she was just mistaken. She could have been.

So in shock. Well, because remember, they interviewed her literally a few minutes after this happened.

Maybe she was just in shock, anxious, and was like, Yeah, I picked it up out of his pocket and put it back in. Maybe what she did was take it out of his hand, hold it first and be like, Holy shit, and just drop it in his pocket. Possibly. Maybe that lines up more with what this eyewitness is saying.

Then I should say the first one I was like, Well, I don't know about that because the cab hadn't stopped at that point. He said as it pulled to a stop. Oh, okay.

So it was moving.

So it was moving. That's the defense there. But the prosecution in the absence of hyman Stern, the pawn-Breaker, L. O. L. In the absence of his testimony, they had to rely on the little forensic evidence that they had. On November 22nd, a representative for the coroner's office arrived in court with a teaching skeleton that he wanted to use to show the trajectory of the bullet from the point of entry. Evidence they felt would show CISA couldn't have fired the shot himself. They wanted to bring in this whole skeleton and do this whole fucking-.

Which I'm for. Let's go.

Yeah. What would you call? Reenactment. I don't know. But Nand's attorney, Levy, immediately objected to the skeleton, quote, On the ground that the skeleton was that of a man smaller than the bookmaker of whose murder his client is accused. He was saying that skeleton is smaller than Cezar, so it won't be accurate. Okay. Yeah. If you want to do it, get a skeleton that's the same.

Size as him. Yeah, if you're going to do it- Do it right. -i'm sure you can, yeah.

Now, the judge actually overruled the objection and allowed the presentation, that's the word I was looking for, the presentation to continue. There you go. But later, even the press would admit that the coroner's demonstration, quote, did not settle the question whether the wound, which was fatal to young, could have been self-inflicted. They went to the trouble of doing this entire presentation, and it honestly just seemed to confuse people more than anything.

Yeah, because when you really... That's the thing that I'm hung up on. It's like, he's saying he was hugging her and reached around her to shoot himself. I'm like, That's... Yeah. That does seem like a lot.

It absolutely does. But remember, he was most likely drunk.

Yeah, but it just seems like a very awkward-.

It does -thing.

It absolutely does.

I'm also shocked that, well, I guess back then they were a lot of layers, women. Because I was going to say I'm a little shocked that she doesn't have any mark from the gun because it was probably against her a little bit when he did it.

Well, I don't know because-.

Because I'm trying to reach my arms. I mean, I have short arms. Maybe that's.

What this is about. He must have long arms.

Because I couldn't get that angle.

That's the thing. I couldn't get that angle either because they said that it went below his shoulder. Because at first, actually, I'm actually having a realization right now because when I was reading it, I thought it went through the front of his body. But now that I'm presenting this again, it sounds like it went through the back of his body.

Or it went the front in his shoulder.

I think it's what they're more- For some reason, I always think of.

Shoulder as being the back. I think it was the front of his body, but up in his shoulder area or.

Towards his shoulder. Then went angled down toward the lung.

Which.

Makes sense if you're hugging, I guess.

But it's such a... That would be... I'm curious to think of, did they do any real-life demonstration of two humans hugging to try to make sure that that's even...

I didn't find anything to say that they.

Did do that. Because that's just like... I'm even looking at a pillow and being like, I couldn't reach around. But again, I'm a five-foot-one woman. That's the thing. Maybe he had a whole different stature.

Who knows? Some people have really long arms.

It sounds like he was pretty tall because the skeleton they were going to bring in was not.

As tall as him. And Nann had to be five, four, and.

A hundred and thirty.

Pounds to be a Floridora dancer.

So she's.

Pretty petite. So she's pretty petite. I don't know.

So, yeah, think about hugging somebody. Like, when I hug you, honestly, we should try to reenact because we might be similar. I know we should just to see. Because if I hugged you, I feel like I could get my arm all the way around you and then be able to point a gun at my chest.

Yeah, it's very interesting. The whole thing is very... It makes you just go, Huh.

That's the thing. I mean, we'll see that the jury themselves, each time was like, Huh.

This is interesting. I know because it's just like I have so many questions. It is. But none of which I can answer or even... I have questions, but I'm like, I know I can't get the answer to this.

No, it is. It is an interesting case. Very weird. A little less than two weeks into the trial, the case looked like it was headed in Nancy's favor, actually, because everybody, again, is having all these reasonable doubts. In addition to the testimony from those two eyewitnesses, Hazelton and Latour, there was testimony from the man who drove Nans cab the evening before the shooting, and he told the jury that Cezar-Young, quote, was very much under the influence of liquor, abused the girl who was accused of his murder, and after cursing her, struck her and forced her crying into.

The cab. Oh, my God.

They were like, He was shitty. Wow. Because remember, they had gone to dinner the night before. His brother-in-law chaperoned, and then they got into a cab to leave. Evidently, according to this man at least. He was horrible to her.

It was a bad situation.

But just when things seemed to be going well for the defense, everything fell apart on November 27th, when one of the jurors had a stroke and was listed by his doctors as being in serious condition. Because there was no alternate juror in the case, a mistrial was declared and a new trial was scheduled for early December. Wow. She may have been on her way to winning this trial.

The momentum was.

Totally broken. Because they didn't have an alternate juror, they had no choice but to just redo everything. Nand spoke to the press immediately after telling them it is very hard. I had helped choose that jury and felt confident of its fairness.

Wow. That sucks. That sucks so.

Hard for her. Then her statement about helping choose that jury came back to haunt her because her second trial got underway on December fifth, 1904, with the selection of a new jury. That's how it all started, obviously. The process was immediately sensationalized by the press because most media outlets were claiming that NAN was hand-picking jurors since she had said I helped pick the jury. This time they were like, She's picking people based entirely on who would be most sympathetic. In reality, she had some input, but the jury selection was conducted as it always had been. It was a collaborative process all the way through.

Yeah, because that's wild to think of somebody having like...

Like you.

Like you can do. You please.

But that didn't stop reporters from claiming that Nand had deliberately selected a jury of exclusively, quote-unquote, gray haired men. The implication being they'd be swayed by her beauty and charm.

Come on. Like, really? Come on.

So, again, sensationalized.

Is it totally out of the realm of possibility? No. I'm not a cosmetic, but.

It's like- But.

It didn't happen. -doesn't make sense.

No, and it did not happen.

It's also like back then, weren't they all juries of gray haired old men? Pretty much. Wasn't that pretty much like the.

Standard reading card. At that point, it was not a jury.

Of your peers. No, that's the thing. I think she probably knew that there was a certain upper hand there.

Of course.

No.

Slim pickings. So, jury selection was completed on December eighth, and this time they had the forethought to choose alternate jurors.

There you go. Luckily. I know. I'm like.

Wait a... Why would you not.

Think that?

You don't prepare. I know. Since very little time had passed between the first and second trial, William Ran's opening statement remained more or less the same as it had when he gave it a month earlier. He said, Nann was a, quote, vampire, murderous, and wrecker of homes.

Damn. Murderous. Those are some giant labels. Vampire. A vampire. Like, wow. That came out of left field. Yep.

And he said, C Caesar had bluntly in no uncertain terms explained he was leaving. The relationship was over. Nann was enraged by this rejection and the jealousy of C Caesar's wife, so she shot him with the revolver that was purchased at the pawn shop by her sister and her brother-in-law the previous evening.

Damn.

One of the first witnesses called was a man named Frederick Michaels, who was the cab driver who drove Nann and Cezars cab that morning. In his previous testimony, he told the jury due to his position behind the cab, he didn't see anything that happened. This time, he reiterated his story in surprisingly less detail than the previous month, which caused a lot of people in the courtroom to speculate that he had suffered some memory loss since his last court appearance. Actually, after he'd been questioned by the defense and prosecution, one of the jurors chimed in and was like, Do you think you can remember where you were born? Because he seemed that confused. Wow. He paused for a moment and then said, In New York.

But he's like, You know what?

He did have to think about it. I'm sure. No, so that was interesting. People were a little bit confused about that. Yeah. A few days into the trial, assistant DA Rand caused a whole laughter in the courtroom when during his questioning of Captain Sweeney, he attempted without any evidence to establish Nans' sister and her husband as co-conspirators in the shooting. He implied that the Smiths were fugitives and that they had failed to appear in court for questioning, with the implication being that if the Smiths were innocent and played no role in the death, why would they have fled? Because they couldn't be located at that point.

It's like they didn't flee.

It's like you can't just introduce that to the...

Yeah, you can't just say they fled without any proof that they fled or were just gone.

No, there was none. Before Captain Sweeney, who was on the stand at that point, could respond, Gabe Levy, the defense attorney, objected, and the jury was excused while both sides made their arguments and tried to figure this whole thing out. Levy correctly pointed out that there was no evidence of the Smiths having been served a warrant or a subpoena, so they were free to move about the country in any way they pleased.

Wow, this is so messy.

It's insane. And other than their relationship to NAN, there was still no evidence that they were in any way connected to the shooting. The pawn breaker himself said, No, I don't recognize.

Those people. Yeah, so what are we doing here?

But the DA or the assistant DA, Rand, responded saying, Evidence has been introduced to show Smith and his wife were with the defendant, engaged in earnest conversation before she met Cezare Young on the night preceding the murder. It's like, That's cool. All you're saying is she saw her sister and brother in law the night before the murder, and they had a conversation.

That would even not really work with even if it was a friend of hers. Yeah, you can see your friends the night before something happens, and that doesn't mean that that person's involved, but it's her sister who it sounds like she's pretty close with.

She lived with her. At this point, she was.

Living with her. She saw the person that is closest to her that she lives with the night before, so they must be involved. It's like, I don't know about that. Exactly.

It was clear that Rand was doing his best to obscure facts here and try to strengthen his case. But fortunately, the judge agreed with the defense and refused to allow Rand to go any further with his line of questioning after doing that. So he fucked.

Himself there. Oh, damn. Yeah, he did.

Which like... I mean... It's like, whoop. You shouldn't be able to lie like that, so I'm glad. But things got worse for him later that afternoon. When the pawn broker, hyman Stern, ended up taking the stand he had recovered. Feeling under the weather this cold and flu season, GoodX is here to help with big savings on prescription cold and flu meds and tons of information to help you and your family stay healthy this fall. With GoodX, you can instantly find discounts, compare prices, and save up to 80% at the pharmacy. All you need to do is search for your medication on the GoodX website or app and show your discount at the pharmacy. It's literally that easy. Goodrx is accepted at all major pharmacies in your neighborhood, including CVS, Walgreens, RightsAid, Vons, Walmart, Sam's Club, and more. Remember, GoodX is not insurance, but it works whether you have insurance or not. Even if you have insurance, GoodX may beat your copay price. I myself have insurance, and nine out of 10 times, GoodX does beat my copay price. I'm like, Wow! I love GoodRx so much, and I think you will too. For big savings on cold and flu meds plus discounts on your everyday prescriptions, go to goodx.

Com/morbid. That's goodx. Com/morbid. Now, as we know, the prosecution had really been amping up his testimony and being like, This is going to be the ticket to prosecuting her or to getting a guilty here. They were making it seem like this whole thing could be done with his testimony. Now, when he was finally on the stand, their assertions of a conspiracy were quickly falling apart. Not only was the jury informed that he had failed to identify Smith or his wife in the photos, but now he was even more vague. The New York Times reported that Stern, quote, recalled the sale of the pistol, but could give no adequate description of the parties who made the purchase. He couldn't even remember.

That anymore. I was just going to say.

Previously, he had looked at a photo of the Smiths and was like, No, it.

Wasn't them. It was like, No, I don't.

Recognize them. Now he's like, I don't even remember at this point.

Oh, shit. This is bad. This is not.

Helpful at all. So, Rand's attempts to enter into the evidence, the supposedly threatening letters sent to Cezar by Nans' sister were equally unsuccessful. He is just doing a fucking nose dive at this point. I was just like... Like the questions directed to Sweeney, Rand hoped the letters would imply guilt on the part of the Smiths and establish them as co-conspirators. But defense attorney, Levy, successfully objected, arguing that the letters were not written by the defendant and had no bearing on the case. Oh, damn.

And he was- Damn. Yeah.

On December 19th, as the case neared its end, Nann actually took the try or took the stand for the first time to testify in her own defense. In addition to proving several details about her own life, which basically included her limited time as a Floridora girl, her teenage marriage. They were asking her very pointed questions. Of course, of course. Then she got into her relationship with CISA. She said CISA had instructed her to pretend to agree to the breakup when in front of family and friends saying, He told me to say I was willing to go away, but that was all a blurf. That he didn't want me to go away at all. It was necessary for me to say I was going away, he explained for Mrs. Young's peace of mind. Oh, my. So she's saying, You may have seen this whole argument and shit like that the night before, but I was never going anywhere.

Wow.

Which like...

This is all.

Very icky. Man, that's.

Not good. This is very icky.

Now, during her testimony, she contradicted most of the assertions made by Rand and the district attorney's office. She said this actually was not going to be the end of her relationship at all and that CISA was going to send for her once he'd settled in Europe. Then she said she had no idea that her sister had written any letters to CISA, and she definitely didn't tell her to. And most importantly, she said, I was not in the pawn shop the night before the shooting, and I did not ask my sister or my brother-in-law to purchase any gun for me. I didn't need one.

Oh, man.

Then she explained to the jury that on the morning of the shooting, CISA had picked her up at her hotel. She agreed to go with him, but she actually had no idea where they were going. And she said CISA was disappointed at having to leave her, but insisted that she would join him, quote, after things had quieted down and Ms. Young had forgotten me. And then, Nann told Cezar she still loved him, but she didn't think she could uproot her life and leave to Europe. At that point, Cezar got irrationally upset. And she said he asked, Do you really mean that, Nann? I've lost a lot of money and now I'm going to lose my girl. Oh, boy. She said after Cezar pushed back, she relented and agreed to join him in Europe a short time later. But then she said, He grabbed me and pressed me to him with such force that it hurt me badly. As I did so, I heard a muffled report and he fell forward in my lap. I saw no pistol. He half-rose again, and I began to skull him, not realizing what had happened. Then he fell forward again and I couldn't attract his attention.

What the fuck? That's what I wanted to hear, was exactly how this went down, and I'm even more confused now.

That's the thing. Basically, she's saying, the whole plan was that I was going to join him in Europe. He picked me up the next morning. I didn't know where we were going. I thought we were just meeting one last time. Then I told him, I don't know if I can uproot my whole entire life and go to Europe. We fought a little bit about it. I relented, and then he shot himself.

Okay.

Which is a little confusing because if she relented and was like, Okay, I'll go, and then he shot himself, that doesn't make a lot of sense. But he's drunk, so maybe he misheard her and still thought she wasn't into this whole idea? Yeah. Or maybe didn't believe her when she was like, No, never mind. I'll go with you. Yeah, maybe. And he's about to leave and go to Europe? Yeah.

I'm very confused. I am so confusing. There's not one part of me that knows what happened here. I can tell you that.

Nobody knows.

Nobody knows. Certainly not me. No. So, Nans' accounts of the events before and after Cezar's shooting, they had remained consistent from the moment she was arrested. But this was the first time most people heard this version of the story because the press had always presented the death as either a murder or a suicide, and the prosecution had always maintained their belief that there was no way it was anything but murder. In the press, Nand was presented as this low class, homewrecker whose immoral behavior had either directly or indirectly caused the death of a man she claimed to love. But frankly, no one ever considered the death could be an accident because they just looked at Nand and saw what they wanted to see. That's very true. Now she's sitting here saying, Maybe it was an accident. I don't know.

I'm like, Was he trying to shoot her?

Maybe.

You.

Know what I mean? Maybe trying to shoot her in the back?

I don't know. I'm not going to lodge that allegation, Adam, but I'm just saying like this-.

It's just a question.

There's a gun.

Yeah.

A gun went off in there. And he's upset with her. There's three possibilities. They had a fight. It's either there was going to be a murder, suicide situation, that he did it to himself via that hug or she did it to him.

Yeah.

Because I don't think it would have just been that he would shoot her and then move on with his life. I think if that was the case that it was supposed to be, then it would be a murder, suicide situation. That is what it sounds like. Yeah.

Do you think possibly he was trying to shoot her and thought the bullet would go through her and into him because they were hugging?

That would be pretty risky.

Yeah.

I don't know. There's like, this is just such a... I'm using a tiny space, two people and a gun.

That's the thing because nobody - It's just like this, no. These people can claim they saw it, and who knows maybe they did. But they're in.

A closed space. Exactly. And it's small. There's not a lot of room in here. It's not like somebody stood somewhere and we can get a trajectory that way. This is a very confusing situation and a very confusing spot to be shot in.

Yeah.

Two, because it's not like... I mean, it's graphic, but it's not like it's in the head or the mouth or something like that that you would expect? Yeah, to get below the shoulder. Because that's not even a real sure-fire thing.

No.

What if it failed?

What are you doing now? Who knows? Maybe he wasn't aiming for that specific area because, remember, he's drunk.

Yeah.

I don't know. Again, nobody knows.

This is very bizarre. It is.

In assistant DA, Ran's closing arguments, he told the jury, I give her credit for all her cleverness, and I accord my recognition to the people who got up to the story she told. But Actres as she is, stonyhearted, cruel, avenging, adventurous. I say to you that the tales she would have you all believe would not carry conviction in the mind of a child.

Wow.

He was very theatrical. Theatrical? Theatrical devade. After 11 hours of deliberation in the second trial now, the jury foreman reported to the judge that they were hopelessly deadlocked, with 10 in favor of acquittal and just two in favor of conviction.

Honestly, it makes sense to me that they would be deadlocked. It does. It's so confusing. I have no idea what happened in that card. I could.

Not tell you either way. Nobody does. That's a lot of responsibility, too, to be like, I think we should acquit her, but fuck, what if she.

Did do this? That's the thing.

Or, I think we should convict her, but fuck, what if she didn't do this? The judge in the case, Vernon Davis, reminded the jury of their duty and asked that they return to deliberation and try again. But they returned a little over an hour later saying they had deadlocked and now they saw no way forward. After talking with the jury foreman, Judge Davis returned to the bench and told the assembled crowd, I have been informed that the jury stood for six for acquittal and six for conviction. Now, under those circumstances, he had no choice but to declare a mistrial. Once that was declared, Randwinnell and very publicly declared his intent to proceed with a third trial.

This is wild. It's insane. It's just so long and it's like it gets more confusing as we go.

Every single time.

We're not clearing a damn thing up as we go through these trials. And we won't. No.

So, unlike the brief period between the first and second trials, there was an almost four-month gap between the second and third trial, during which William Jerome and the district attorney's office did literally everything they could do to continue pushing Nans guilt in the press. They really used the press to their advantage here. Just one day after the second mistrial Christmas Day, Rand and Jerome called a press conference to announce their intention to pursue the third trial. Despite proving herself no flight risk or potential threat to the community, Jerome told reporters, Under the circumstances, I will oppose to the release of Nand Patterson on bail in any amount, which that was a move he hoped would emphasize her get.

Of course.

She hasn't done anything. She's just been sitting in jail. And you're not.

Like, come on.

Now, when the final trial did finally begin on April 18th, 1905, Rand and the district attorney's office were pushing for a jury of all married men, thinking they would be less inclined to be swayed by Nand's charm and beauty. In the time between the second and third trials, the Smiths, Nand's sister and brother-in-law, had actually filed suit against Jerome in the district attorney's office, alleging slander and harassment. And noting that on the advice of their attorney, they stayed away from the case altogether. They had never actually been subpoenaed for anything, and their attorney was like, Just don't touch that with a 10-foot pole.

They didn't blame them.

Now, in addition to that, Rand claimed to have come into possession of these letters sent by the Smiths to Cezar-Young, but refused to produce them in court or hand them over to the Smiths lawyer, which is literally just another example of them having no real evidence in a crime but making vague and dramatic allusions to the press. It's like you're sitting there in a legit court case under oath saying you have these letters, but no one has.

Seen them. That's it. It's like just produce them, man. Produce them if you have them. You don't have them.

Exactly. Now that is a whole separate piece. While the Smiths lawyers argued with the district attorney's office, Nand's criminal trial proceeded as expected. In most ways, the third trial was exactly like the other two. Yeah, same witnesses giving the same testimony. But this time, the defense had committed more time to the analysis of the coroner's report and produced their own expert witness who claimed to the jury that the trajectory of the bullet entering under the left shoulder at a downward trajectory would have been consistent with Nans' story of an accidental shooting. Similarly, the coroner reported that while they found no powder marks on Nans' fingers after the shooting, they did find powder on Cezar's fingers, indicating that he held the gun when it went off.

That's.

Pretty- That's telling. Yeah. There was no powder on her hands. I don't think she shot that gun. I really don't.

How.

Would she have gotten gun powder residue off her hands? Here's the thing.

This is in the 1800s. Was she wearing gloves? She's a fancy girl. That's true. Fancy girls wore gloves back then. Little, delicate gloves.

I don't know anything about that, to be honest, but I do feel like the prosecution's office would have argued that if they could have. That's true. They would have been like, Well, she was wearing gloves. Of course, I mean, they were going for anything and everything. Yeah, that's true. I don't know. I mean, it's possible. But I feel like the defense wouldn't sit there and be like, There was nothing on her hands with the chance that she was wearing gloves that then they...

Unless this is a dirty situation, and they made sure those gloves were nowhere to be found. Which it could be. Absolutely. It's like then the prosecution can't say she was wearing gloves if they don't have gloves to say that she was.

That's true.

The only thing they should have done was talk to the driver and be like, Did you see her wearing gloves? Because why wouldn't anyone bring that up, even just to throw it in the minds of the jury? Yeah. That maybe there was gloves involved, but we didn't find any, but you never know.

She was taken really quickly to the police station.

But that gun went off. It wasn't like the police literally emerged onto this, converged onto the place the second the gun went off. She could have.

Stashed it. But remember, they said her fingerprints could have been on the gun. I don't think she was wearing gloves. They said she picked up the gun.

Unless she took the gloves off and picked up the gun and put it back.

Yeah.

Who knows? I'm just saying there's like a possibility. It is a possibility. That she was wearing gloves.

Another.

Reasonable doubt. Or a handkerchief. Fancy? Handkerchief that she had at her hand.

But then why would his fingers also have gun.

Powder residue on them? Because maybe it was his gun.

No, he had gun powder residue on his hands.

Yeah, that's true. I don't know. I don't think she shot it. I was trying to figure out some way for it to work. No, I'm glad you did. But to me, that's pretty open and shut then. That he shot the gun. Yeah. I mean, I just tried. There's no way to - That's the thing. You can explain that maybe she could have, and you can explain why she doesn't have the residue on her hands technically, if you wanted to get wild with it like I just did. But you can't explain what he does without saying he shot.

The gun. Exactly. That was fun, though. That was a nice little exercise.

We just did. Interesting.

Yeah, I know. I don't know.

I don't know.

So that's what the defense was doing. They were like, He's got gun. They're being like, This is open, shut. He has gun powder residue. She doesn't. But on the other side of things, still convinced that the pawn broker there was the key to.

A conviction. This guy already said, I don't know shit about shit. I didn't know.

Poor guy just keeps getting called because Rand called him again to the stand to testify, and he wanted him to identify the Smiths as the buyer of the gun. But when the time came and Rand asked Stern whether he could identify the Smiths as the buyers, and the pawnbroker said, No, sir, I cannot. Now, Rand clearly expected a different answer and was stunned by a stern statement and asked several more times if he was sure, and each time he was given the same response, Nope, I cannot identify the Smiths or Nann Patterson as the individual who purchased the gun. Please don't subpoena me again.

I'm busy. I don't know shit about shit.

I have a pawnshop to run.

It's also a pawnshop broker. I'm sure he's like, Leave me out of this shit.

I'm.

Good. Even if I remember something, I don't remember something.

Exactly. On May third, 1905, the jury adjourned for deliberation. Much like the previous trial, they emerged at 2:30 AM to report that they were deadlocked.

Oh, my God.

The court recorder stressed to the foreman that after three trials and considerable effort, there was a lot riding on a unanimous verdict, either guilty or innocent, but fucking figure it out. Something has to happen. But the foreman insisted there was no hope. A short time later, all of the relevant parties were brought back into the courtroom where the foreman was formally asked whether the jury had reached a verdict, and he said, We have not. Oh, my Lord. I am convinced that there is no hope of an agreement.

No, I am also convinced of that.

With that, a third mistrial was declared. But this time, even assistant district attorney there, Rand admitted a fourth trial was highly unlikely.

On.

May 12th, 1905, after three exhausting trials, NAN. Patterson was released from the tombs and allowed to leave New York a free woman, but she had spent over a year in jail, close to two. Despite having essentially lost the case, William Jerome, the district attorney, held a press conference in an attempt to save face. He told reporters there was—I can never say that—unanimity in the jury room on three points that J. Morgan Smith bought the pistol from the Pawnbroker, Stern, that NAN. Patterson took the pistol into the cab with her and that Cezar-Yong did not commit suicide. That's not true because if there had been unanimity, you wouldn't be sitting here right now saying that. Yeah, you're deadlocked.

Like, Shut up.

Following the mistrial and her eventual release, Nann returned to her parents' home in Washington, D. C. And in a wild fucking twist of events in September of 1905, she remarried her former husband, Leon Gains Martin. Shut the fuck up. And just faded out of the spotlight into obscurity. What? But not surprisingly, the marriage did not last long, even the second time around. They divorced with nan, getting married for a third time in 1910, this time to a man named Captain Sumner Scott. They lived outside of Seattle until her death in 1947 at the age of 65.

Wow.

Oh, and Choozie. Nobody knows whether or not she killed Cezarean. Wow. Except now that we've gone through this, I feel like she didn't.

I feel like she didn't either.

Because why would there be gun residue on.

His hands? That's what I can't get past. I can't get past that. If neither one of them had it on their hands, I'd be like, all right, well, some shit went down here, and I'd be more likely to be like, she might have.

Worn gloves. I think the thing is it's just like a very strange- -circumstance scenario. -circumstance scenario. I've never heard of another.

Case like this. There's like, motive. Absolutely.

There's all the motive in the world.

I think that's where it gets shady and hairy. You can sit there and go, But you know what? I'm like, I could see why this motive is here. But then you look at the very few facts. That's the other thing. There's so little evidence here of anything.

And where you can say there's motive for murder, you can also say there's motive for him to end his life. He had just lost a ton of money, according to Nana, at least. She was losing his sidepiece.

Yeah.

And she wasn't willing to go to Europe.

With him. Maybe he was knowing that he has fucked over his wife so many times, she's going to be... It's going to be a tough road back to redemption for him.

He has to go to Europe and try to forget about man. And try to fix.

The relationship while trying to forget about the person that he is claiming. He loves. Yeah. Then he was drunk.

Yeah.

What a strange fucking tale.

What a tale.

Whatever happened here, it's.

Really sad. Thank you to Dave because Dave is the one that found this one. Oh, man. It was interesting.

That's.

Really wild. Yeah, I'll be interested to see what people think.

Yeah, I'm very interested to see. My feeling is that he shot that gun. Yeah. But I can't tell you anything further than that. I don't know. I don't know how. I don't know. Because that's the thing.

I'm almost positive he shot that gun because of.

The gun powder. Yeah, that's me too.

I just don't know if he meant to kill himself or if he meant to kill Nane or if he meant to kill both of them.

I.

Just don't know.

I don't know.

But what a story, huh?

That's a wild tale.

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