Born in a Times Square hotel room and dead in a Boston one, Eugene O'Neill whispered I knew it, I knew it as the eerie symmetry of his life closed. He was the only playwright to win four Pulitzers plus a Nobel, and he built his art by bleeding his own trauma onto the stage.

This episode is a story-driven profile of a man whose life was so steeped in chaos and tragedy that he essentially had to invent modern American theater just to have somewhere to put it all. It traces the ghosts that forged him, the revolution he led, and the devastating cost paid by everyone around him.

• The crushing guilt of a childhood marked by an alcoholic actor father and a mother whose morphine addiction began with his own birth
• The Princeton expulsion myth, years at sea, radical labor union days, and a 1912 rock bottom of poverty, divorce, and a ...