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(Lizzie)
Previously on...

Emma Borden,
will you marry me?

Yes.

How do I look?

Beautiful.

One final piece of business.

- (choking)
- (groans)

- I want peace.
- Not while I'm alive.

Come on out, Lizzie.

(shouts)

(both shouting)

(birds chirping)

(wind blowing)

(boy)
Just touch the door
and run away.

Chicken.
He'll never do it.

Don't push me.
I'm goin'.

Lizzie Borden gets
her hands on you,

she'll pull out your guts
and cook 'em.

Happened to a kid
last year.

(boys chuckle)

*

(breathing unsteadily)

(door creaks)

*

(gasps)

*

(boy screams)

*

(shouting)

Whoa, whoa.

*

(fly buzzing)

*

(fly buzzing)

(class gasps)

*

You're not doing your lesson,
Julius.

Sorry, Miss Grimke.

Do I need to keep you
after school?

*

All weapons in my classroom
will be used by me.

Understood?

(dark music)

*

(ax pounding,
blood spattering)

*

(grunting)

*

Ooh.

(sighs)

I'll need your help with
some of the bigger pieces.

I'm gonna row out to the bay
and get rid of them.

*

Emma?

(ax clanks)

Oh, Emma.

I'll never forget
what you did for me.

*

Emma.

Emma?

Emma?
Emma?

(Lizzie)
Emma.
Emma?

I know you can hear me.

(woman)
Well, I suppose so.

(indistinct chatter)

She's coming along nicely,
don't you think, Miss Grimke?

Oh.

She still hasn't uttered
a word.

Yes, well, melancholia
is a curious affliction.

(Dr. Vose)
Three months ago,
she was bedridden, remember?

Of course.
I didn't mean to suggest...

Lenore's progress is slow,
it's true.

But it's steady,
which is more important.

Do you think
she even knows I'm here?

Of course she does.

Your presence
has been very healing.

I see it.

And we're constantly
innovating new treatments.

She won't be
in this trance forever.

(woman)
Would you like to come outside
with us?

You'll come back to me.

I know you will.

*

Oh!
(laughing)

(both moaning)

(Sherry laughs)

(gun cocks)

*

(sighs)
Damn it, Bat.

You looking to get shot?

Tom Horn never shoots wild.

Ain't that right, Sherry?

Depends how much whiskey
he's had.

(sighs)

What the hell is so important
you got to interrupt

the first poke I've had
in a month?

Siringo's gone missing.

*

How's business, Sherry?

(Sherry)
You boys are it tonight.

Too much rain.

This is a bunch of crap.

Charlie wouldn't cut up
no woman.

There's nothing right
about any of it.

Killing all these people?
What the hell, Bat?

We've got to head east,
go track him down.

What the hell
are you talking about?

I ain't gonna haul my ass
to the Atlantic.

Charlie saved us
back in Dodge City, Tom.

I figure we both owe him
something for that.

*

Well, I ain't going nowhere
till this rain lets up.

Lock the door
on your way out.

Sorry for interrupting
your transaction, Sherry.

Change into that, please,
Mrs. Garvey.

I'll be back
with your medicine.

What medicine?

Just something to relax you.

Change into that, please.

I want to speak to Dr. Vose.

My husband has made
a mistake.

I shouldn't be here.

Hello.
I'm Pearl.

What's your name?

*

(Pearl)
Is that your husband?

*

My husband wants children...

*

But I can't have any.

So I guess I am sick.

Sick until he decides
that I'm not.

(Pearl)
Until he loves me again.

(hammer banging)

*

You're Annabel Grimke?

The schoolteacher?

- Yes.
- You teach my son Julius.

He tells me you scolded him

in front of the whole class
the other day?

- Is that true, miss?
- Well, Julius was
misbehaving.

Now, you listen to me, miss.

You want that boy to behave,

you take a stick to him.

- A stick?
- (chuckles)

I don't know what it is
these days.

Ladies always want to
spare the rod.

Boys need to be
straightened out,

and that's always been true.

I take one look at you,
and, forgive me,

I--I can tell
you've never raised a hand

to anybody in your life.

Oh, well...
(chuckles)

I could never.

It takes more than
firm words.

Believe me.

My wife, rest her soul,
she coddled the boy.

Oh, has she passed?

I'm so sorry.

- Influenza.
- Ah.

Two years going back now.

Well, I am really very sorry.

Thank you for the advice.

It's Miss Grimke, is it?

You're unmarried?

- Yes.
- Huh.

I--I find that difficult
to grasp,

a lovely young lady
such as yourself.

Have you decided,
Miss Grimke?

Oh, yes.
This one will do nicely.

Now, how much did you say?

Now, you best let me
handle Tomkins.

He's a bit of
a wily trader.

You are too much the
gentleman, but really,
I'm fine.

(wind blowing)

*

*

(electricity crackling)

Ah, thank you, Timothy.

Help me get her
on the table, would you?

*

We're living in
a miraculous age, Miss Grimke.

Gone are the days
of blister cups and leeches.

Fortunately,
these days,

we know a thing or two
about science.

Apply the conduits, Timothy.

*

(grunting)

(electricity crackling)

*

(horse whinnies)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa.
Excuse me, little miss.

Is that Fall River up ahead?

Can you direct us
to the Danforth Hotel?

What kind of man
asks for directions?

You comin' or what?

(horse snorts)

*

We don't have any vacancies,
gentlemen.

Are you the proprietor here?

(clears throat)
I am the owner.

Well, then you would know.

You understand a
friend of ours

stayed here for a piece
a few months back.

You remember Charles Siringo?

Oh, I could have guessed.

You men,
you're not welcome here.

(Bat)
We only have a few questions.

- I said go on. Get out.
- Well, now.

Here's a fellow who's clearly
met Charlie Siringo.

Well, if that man
is a friend of yours,

then you can't be
any higher scum than he was.

Now, I've told you
for the last time.

Go on.

(sniffs)
I smell coffee.

You serve breakfast
in this dump?

(dings)

(both grunting)

*

Aah!

(grunts)

*

(onlookers murmuring)

(coughs)

(gun cocks)

You gonna speak foul
against our friend again,

or are you gonna tell us
about his stay?

He murdered my wife!

That's a tough blow,
friend.

Sorry to hear about it.

Truly.

But we know Charlie Siringo,

and he's not capable
of a thing like that.

Oh, of course not.
You're all peaceful men, huh?

You're not here five minute
before your friend here,

he tries to kill me.

That Siringo, he is a vile,
murderous bastard.

And we've had enough killing
here in Fall River.

So just get the hell
off my property, huh?

(woman)
All right.

I was going to point
that one out.

- I think it suits you.
- It's for my sister.

She's been rather low
of spirits recently.

Well, if her hair
is as lovely as yours--

Oh, I thought I found
a gray the other day.

It's these students of mine.

They'll age you prematurely.

Nonsense, Miss Grimke.

You look radiant.

But if you ever do
spot any gray,

you can easily cover it
with a rinse of celeste water

mixed with a touch
of yellow cyanide.

We sell both here.

(man)
Take your hands off my boy.

This boy's my blood.
You can't keep him from me.

It's not your family anymore,
Raymond.

It's mine now.

(man)
Or did you forget
that Susannah threw you over?

Oh, is it his fault
his mother's a whore?

Gentlemen.
Gentlemen.

What kind of behavior is this?

In public, no less.

Look at the marks
on my boy.

Look at him.

This cuss here beats him.

I'll discipline my son
the way I see fit.

He's not your damn son.

*

Come here, boy.

*

(sighs)

Uh...
(sighs)

I'm sure the shopkeeper has
gone for the police.

(bell dings and door closes)

Honestly.

Hasn't the boy seen enough
for one afternoon?

Two grown men.

So how about you mind
your own business, lady?

*

(crow cawing)

There.

Oh, there's my
beautiful sister.

Oh, I have to tell you

what happened in class
yesterday.

Samuel Moore was mooning over
Emily again,

not paying any attention...

(voice echoing)
And so I asked him to come to

the front of the class
to do some...

(shouts)

He resisted,
but I insisted.

(Emma shouts)

When he finally stood...

Objection was
clearly apparent.

Arithmetic turned to
anatomy class that quickly.

(whimpering)

Emma?
Dr. Vose?

I think she's trying to speak.

Dearest, what it is?

Just say it.

(whimpering)

Mur--

mur...der.

*

(Dr. Vose)
What did she say?

Did she say "murder"?

*

What could that mean?

*

Lenore.

Lenore, that was very good.

It's very good,
but shh now.

Just rest.

Don't rush it.

Shh.

(wind blowing)

Did you hear something,
Susannah?

*

Susannah?
Susannah.

*

(floorboards creak)

(gasps)

(screaming)

*

(indistinct chatter)

Miss Grimke, may we speak
a moment privately?

Of course.
Just let me give this to--

I'd prefer you didn't
just now.

Is something the matter?

No.
Hardly.

In fact, I believe I might
know what happened to her.

For God's sakes, tell me.

I've seen people
in her state before.

Typically,
it's people who've witnessed

a horrific or brutal event--
soldiers reacting

to the savagery of war,
for instance.

Well, she's never witnessed
anything like that.

We're from a very small town

where nothing ever
really happens.

She's spoken one word

in the three months
she's been here,

and that word was "murder."

Is it possible
that she might've experienced

something terrible like that?

Where exactly
did you say you're from?

Dr. Vose, you have
a very fine reputation,

and I'm sure it's
well deserved,

but, as you say,
she has been here
three months.

Matters of the mind
aren't quickly solved.

They take time.

And money.
A lot of money.

You requested
the best care possible.

And the only sign of progress

has been this single,
vague utterance,

which I'm sure is more a
product of her current
situation

rather than a remembrance
from the past.

Wouldn't you want to find out?

I don't need to.

My sister's condition

has nothing to do with any of
your gruesome imaginings.

Now, I think the best idea

would be to take her home
with me today.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
fight you on that.

I'm afraid
that would be unwise.

Miss Grimke,
will you follow me?

I'd like to show you
something.

*

(patients moaning,
jabbering)

*

Every society
has its broken people.

We can't let them roam free,

and we can't simply
put them down like animals,

so they're brought to
places like this.

(Dr. Vose)
Most people go about their day

without giving such things
a thought.

But I don't have
that luxury.

This is a vile place.

*

Look inside.

*

(grunts)

Some of these people
are dangerously insane,

deranged beyond all hope.

Many of them are capable of

the worst things
you can imagine.

*

(Lizzie)
Don't open it.

No, this one's all right.

Hello, Daisy.

Daisy was one of
those dangerous types.

(Dr. Vose)
She isn't anymore.

Is there a point to
this excursion, Dr. Vose?

When you consigned your sister
to my care,

you gave me full authority
to decide

whether she is well enough
to be released, if at all.

I most certainly did not.

The admission papers you
signed spell that
out quite clearly.

You should read them again.

It's my professional opinion

that your sister
requires more treatment.

Some of those treatments
will be expensive, I'm afraid.

If you should decide
you cannot afford

that kind of care for her,
I understand, of course.

But she might need to be moved
to these less opulent
quarters.

*

There are aggressive
treatments for the worst
of the worst.

*

Well, looks like you've
severely limited my
options, Dr. Vose.

(people chatting, laughing)

So then, Lizzie Borden.

I guess so.

It's the only name
keeps repeating.

You ever heard of her?

I don't know.
Maybe I read something.

Well, what do you think?

I think Charlie sure as hell
heard of her.

(Horn)
I think it's time we gave
this Lizzie a visit.

(horse whinnies)

Hey, good girl.
Good girl.

Miss Grimke.
I'm Detective Morrisey.

I'm with the
Cumberland police.

May I have a word?

Of course, Detective.

What's the matter?

A boy in your class--

his parents were murdered
last night.

Oh.
No.

Oh, my.
Who was it?

Miss Grimke, I'm gonna ask you
to come with us please.

I'll get my coat.

*

What a tragedy.

Have you found the killer?

That's why you're here.

*

(male officer)
Come on, boy.
Get a move on.

This way.
Let's go. Now.

*

Aside from that one encounter
in the general store,

I never witnessed
any interaction

between the boy and
his parents.

Well, thank you for your time,
Miss Grimke.

I know it was an imposition.

Oh, not at all.

(male officer)
You can go in now.

(Detective Morrisey)
Thank you for coming,
Mr. Chaswick.

I can't believe my boy
could do something like this.

I just...

I just can't believe it.

I understand,
and I'm very sorry

that we have to put you
through this,

but you are the boy's
natural father.

Would you say that you have
a close relationship with him?

As much as I could,

given the circumstances.

We have testimony from several
of Everett's classmates

saying that he spoke about
how much he hated

his mother and his stepfather.

I should have known

that something like this
might happen.

My boy would come running
to me, and I'd--

and I'd tell him
that his place

is with his--
his mother and his--

his new pa.

*

Ah, Miss Grimke. Dick Jenkins,
Portland Gazette.

I was wondering
if you could tell me

about your statements
to the detective.

Oh, I...
I'd really rather not.

Now, this town is gonna be
swarming with reporters.

Now, if your side of things
has already been published,

they'll be less...

Less what?

(chuckles)

I'm sorry.
I know you, don't I?

I don't think so.

No, I'm positive.
I can't place it.

Sorry, Mr. Jenkins.
I really can't help you.

*

- Shh.
- What?

(Dr. Vose)
It's all right.

I just need to
give you something.

*

(winces)

(exhales)

*

*

(children laughing, chatting)

Wood's all chopped.

Thank you, Mr. Lowell.

It really wasn't necessary
to go to the trouble.

Oh, it's no trouble at all.

If you're leaving,
I'll walk you home.

I'm off to run some errands.

Miss Grimke, one--
one minute.

I--I was wondering if--

well, there's a...

there's a social at the church
this Saturday.

That is, would you allow me
to take you?

(Dick)
Lizzie Borden?

(camera clicks)

Excuse me.
Are you looking for someone?

I believe I found someone.

Now, you look here.

Where do you come off
intruding on people?

You know that lout?

(scoffs)

He's just some pest.

He thought you were who now?

Emma, we're going to
take you out of here.

I just have a few
loose ends to tie up,

and then we're leaving.

We're leaving Maine
altogether.

(Lizzie)
I'm gonna come for you soon.

It's important that you don't
try to talk anymore.

I don't want you to
say anything

that that doctor could
use against you.

*

(Lizzie)
He's a problem.
I know.

Don't worry.

He won't be for long.

*

*

Charlie hiding under
her skirt?

I didn't think so.

All your bitching finally
wear you out?

(groans)
This town wears me out.

Charlie ain't here.
This Lizzie Borden ain't here.

We had nothing to go on
before, and now we got less.

We got a woman
who left in a hurry

after Charlie went missing.

Yeah, maybe she ran away
when Charlie escaped

'cause she thought he was
crazy enough to kill her.

Charlie.
Crazy?

We've seen that happen.

Men turn.
Spilling blood has its price.

*

Not Charlie.

I'm just looking
at what we got.

Some rich muck-a-muck
beaten to death,

a dead whore, a dead pimp,

a dead innkeeper's wife
in Charlie's bed,

some actor's head
between her knees.

Jesus, Tom.

I mean, how could a woman
do all that?

*

Miss Grimke.

Everett.

I don't understand.

How has it come to this?

(sighs)

Could we have a moment please?

Everett, why are you here?

Well, I just told them
what happened.

But didn't anyone advise you
not to admit guilt?

*

I don't think you realize
how serious this is.

But I did it.

I killed both of them.

Why?

Because that hell devil was
just gonna keep beating me

until he killed me.

My mother was just
gonna let him.

That's what my real father
was scared would happen.

Is that what your real father
told you?

Yeah.
All the time.

No, my father's got it
all worked out.

Once they let me go,
we're gonna move out west.

Start a horse farm.

I'll have my own horse
and everything.

Well, that sounds nice.

*

*

(gasps)

*

(indistinct chatter)

I didn't order this.

It's from me.

A peace offering.

You got me.

First, I'd like to talk to you

while you have
your wits about you.

(sighs)

Now, Mr. Jenkins.

If you know anything
about me at all,

you'll know that
I'm a woman of means.

That, and they say
you killed your folks.

That photograph you took means

a lot more to me
than it does to you.

That photograph is worth more
than you probably think.

Lizzie Borden goes missing,

and I find her

in a town where
we just had

a couple of grisly murders.

(scoffs)
That has nothing to do
with me.

Who cares?

It'll sell papers.

I mean, this is the kind of
stuff that launches careers.

Now, Mr. Jenkins, we can go
about this a number of ways--

I don't have it,
Lizzie.

It's already been sent off.

It's going to print,
so even if I wanted

to take advantage
of your offer,

it's too late.

*

Mm.

Just out of curiosity,

what were you gonna offer me?

You aren't even
a little afraid of me?

(coughs)
You?

(coughing)

Wrong pipe?

(choking)

Do you know what ladies use

to change the color
of their hair?

(choking)

My God,
I think this man is choking.

*

Ahh.

You sure you had enough?

(burps)
We got to find this Lizzie.

You're the expert tracker.

Not in open country.

It's not like
there's horse tracks

or broken branches
we can follow.

- Yeah.
- I hate the East.

*

You gentlemen look like
you're from out of town.

Maybe you're just lost.

Just take a breath.

(breathes deeply)
Okay.

Step aside, boys.
This ain't gonna go your way.

There's a toll
to get through this door.

(men murmuring)

Why don't we start
with you just handing me

that gold watch you got there.

- This?
- Yeah.

Go ahead.

Get it out of your system.

*

(gunshots)

(men grunting)

*

What, are you checking
the farm report?

(Horn)
Let's go.

I'm tracking.

*

(typewriter keys clacking)

*

Mr. Chaswick?

Can I help you, ma'am?

I'm Miss Grimke.
Everett's teacher?

You don't remember me?

Oh.
Yes.

What can I do for you?

You're here about my--
about my son?

I am.

Since Everett, sadly,
will not be returning
to school,

I need your signature
on this form.

*

It's an odd time
to be calling.

I learned to work late.

I am so sorry
about Everett.

(sighs)

Yes, it's terrible.

*

Oh, I'm so clumsy.

*

(typewriter keys clacking)

*

What's going on?
What is this?

Oh, you're back with us.

I'm typing out your confession

for the murder of Everett's
mother and stepfather.

(Chaswick)
I didn't--
I didn't kill anybody.

My boy did that.

Yes, he did.

But you manipulated him,
didn't you?

You got your poor son

thinking he had to
murder his own parents,

and then you abandoned him.

That's an awful story.

So let's tell another one.

He was a troubled boy, and...

and they were beating him.

Your wife left you
for another man.

Anyone would be upset by that.
I understand.

But really, a person should do
their own killing.

(Dr. Vose)
There's nothing to be
afraid of.

This will just make you
sleep for a while.

*

You're a very attractive
woman, Miss Grimke.

(both grunt)

- (groaning)
- That is not my name.

I am a Borden.

*

(Chaswick)
Please help me.

I'll confess to everything,
just...

just please.

You just did.

(Lizzie)
Tell me what you think.

"I, Raymond Chaswick,
want the world to know

"before I leave it
that it was I,

"not my cherished son Everett,

who murdered my ex-wife
and her husband."

No.

(Lizzie)
"I am riven with shame
and guilt

and do not want my name
to tarnish my beloved son."

"May God have mercy
on my soul,"

et cetera, et cetera.

And look.

I think I did a pretty good
job with the signature, no?

(chuckles)

*

Oh, smile, for God's sakes.

Your son is going free.

*

(metallic clang)

(patients moaning,
jabbering)

(water dripping)

What is this?

*

Someone come and release me!

Hello?
Hello?

*

Someone come and release me!

(Dr. Vose)
Hello!

(patient chuckles)

(Dr. Vose)
Hello!

(patients muttering)

You stay away from me.

Stay away from me!

Get your hands off me!

(shouts)

Get your hands off me!

Help!
Help!

(patients jabbering)

(patients wailing)

*

(flesh ripping)

(patients cackling)

*

(patients wailing)

*

Emma.

*

(woman wailing)

*

(woman cackles)

*

When you see Lizzie--

Tell her you said hello?

Make sure
she doesn't have an axe.

We got these,
sweetheart.

*

That won't matter.

*

*

(whistling)