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Hey.

Hi.

Where are you headed?

Wherever you're going, sailor, that's where I'm headed.

Okay, okay, well, why don't you hop in, and, you know, we'll talk about it. All

right.

I'm Steve.

Hey, Steve.

I'm Lizzie.

Lizzie Borden.

What?

Like the axe murderer?

I'm serious.

I'm asking your name.

Eileen.

Okay.

Okay, what's your, um...

That's Eileen what? What's your last name?

What the fuck do you care about my last name?

It's Wernus.

Why are you asking me that?

It's just, uh, nothing. You know, I just like to know who somebody is. Oh, you

needed somebody's last name before you fuck them?

Well, I mean, we never said we were gonna... Well, what the fuck you pick me

up for?

Isn't that why you fucking pick me up?

Well, kinda, if you...

Oh shit, oh shit.

I fucking love this song.

Nevermind.

You feel that though?

Feel what? The sonic pressure.

Sonic waves.

So, uh, what's it gonna be?

30 bucks, I'll suck your dick. 35, you can get up in this snatch. 50, I'll give

you my ass. You can't come in it, though. I got a hard and fast rule about

that. It's fucking disgusting. Okay, okay, jeez.

Uh, yeah, just, uh, yeah, that.

What?

My ass?

Yeah, I'd like that.

Fuck yeah, you'd like that.

You're gonna love this ass.

Hold on, hold on.

Where the fuck are we going?

I thought we were going to a motel or some shit.

I can't let anybody see me.

I've got a wife, kids at home.

Yeah,

yeah, that's good.

I'm a real hero.

Hey, do you want my money or not?

Will you give me a ride?

No.

I don't pay just for the sex.

I pay for you to leave.

Just hitchhike wherever you're going to.

I need my backpack, asshole.

Yeah, you left it in the car.

I told you not to come in my ass motherfucker

So.

Hey, let's get the fuck out of here, okay?

Wait, what? Yeah, well, I'm bored now.

I want to get back to Lizzie.

Couldn't you read to me for once? Yes, I could.

It's not like I can't read. I told you. It's just not how my brain works.

Because if I'm reading, then I can't absorb it.

Because I'm busy reading. But you can read and absorb at the same time. So I

feel... I feel like I keep explaining this. Yeah, I get it. Okay, so where

were we?

We were right when her stepmother kills all her doves. Yeah, chapter four.

Having slaughtered Lizzie's precious doves, Miss Borden elected to neither

speak nor dine with her until Lizzie apologized.

Fucking insane.

Apologize for what? The bitch killed her fucking birds.

That's insane.

and asked her to remove the carcasses of the dead doves and clean the dove coat

of blood and gore lest it attract vermin. Are you fucking serious?

Come on, Lee, I didn't do anything, okay? I'm just reading this. I know

you're just reading, but it's fucking infuriating that they would treat Lizzie

like that and then suddenly she's the fucking villain or some shit.

On several occasions, Lizzie approached her father who told her he owed his

loyalty to his wife. Oh, it's not about loyalty. Jesus Christ!

Fucking birds.

I mean, I would fucking take an ax to that cunt ruffing in there and that one

man, that one man she was supposed to trust did nothing about it. The one man

who should have been protecting her.

You shut the fuck up. Why don't you come over here? I'll fucking slit your

throat, baby.

Eileen.

This is how women have had it the whole time.

Motherfuckers treat us like shit.

Society treats us like shit.

And we just were not allowed to react how we should, right? Because we just

got to stay ladies.

And we just got to take it. And just eat shit sandwiches every fucking day.

Because that's what society expects. That's what men expect.

So yeah, so maybe we are going fucking crazy.

You know what I mean?

And like those housewives.

Yeah, like no wonder they're like, fuck this.

I'm going to kill my husband and munch some fucking box. I'm done with this

piece of shit I married. Yeah, I know.

Yeah.

And then, here's Lizzie Borden.

She's just giving them exactly what they had coming to them.

I mean, she gave the world a warning that women shouldn't stand for

this shit anymore.

I mean, the way women are treated, still, to this day,

that's why I'm gonna do something about it.

Oh, yeah.

Fuck yeah, you are.

Oh, I'm gonna munch your box. You're not careful.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

I fucking love you. I fucking love you.

There are moments in a person's life that bear recording

Yesterday was one

of those days

Yesterday

was the day I realized this feeling of dissatisfaction embedded in my soul

could not be wished away My life had never had

any joy in it, and it never would.

Yesterday was the day I accepted a simple fact.

This is not enough.

If ever Andrew fulfilled my needs of a sexual nature, I

don't remember the time.

In all these years with him, not once did he locate my button.

I had in the past sought sexual satisfaction in others and did so once

again.

But I always left feeling empty.

I fitted myself in the finest couture by a Parisian master.

Needs a glove, perhaps.

What is the occasion, may I ask?

None.

There's no occasion.

Of course, I could have guessed that couture, tooth, or any worldly material

pleasure for that matter, would fail to satisfy me.

I didn't know what I was going to tell my husband.

All I knew was I was going to tell him something.

I'm trying to fortify myself for what's to come.

I've started to read the story of the Countess myself.

So you... You read French now? Un peu.

Just enough to get the gist.

The parts I don't understand I can fill in in my head.

I like it.

But what is viola?

It means raped.

Now you read to me.

I'm anxious about what we're going to do.

And it will calm my nerves.

She was just 13 years old.

And she caught the eye of a peasant.

It was Elisabetta's first sojourn beyond the castle walls without a chaperone.

And finally, she felt free.

foreign

He raped her three times and she fell pregnant.

They drowned her newborn before she'd even had a chance to name her.

When her father's land and title fell to her, she could finally seek her revenge.

Where is your father?

I don't know.

But with her rapist dead not by her hand She was left forever unsatisfied

Let's go over the plan one more time.

You have Charlotte.

I'll take Myrtle.

My axe will be on Mrs. Borden's couch, under the pillow.

Yours is where?

Behind the mirror in the foyer.

Remember what happened with Miss Manchester.

Don't aim for Mrs. Borden's gut. Your axe will get stuck in her intestines.

You aim for her chest.

You let me go first.

I'll aim for her head.

Maggie.

Yes? You can't freeze again.

I know.

I promise I'll try.

This time won't be different.

Mr. Borden, I want out.

I'm asking for a divorce.

I wouldn't even ask for a divorce du jour, simply a de facto one.

Oh, when you put it like that.

On some point you became bitter, your face sour like your mouth

carried the mildewed taste of a dead womb.

You're why I numb myself with spirits and women.

I wish to blot you out.

Well then, let me go.

Consider it a gift to yourself.

Yes Yes

But

of course there

is the The question of money money

That's what you needed

I want half.

No.

Try again.

Oh, you filthy old miser.

You don't spend a dime unless it's on that inane collection of axes.

You're richer than Croesus. You have more money than you could possibly spend

in ten lifetimes. Then what would you do with it?

I know you wouldn't understand. I wish for my life to be utterly different,

Andrew.

After a lifetime of dreary gray, I wish to immerse myself in art and

letters and society and music.

You dislike music. I will be a patron of the arts. I will be surrounded by

artists. Strangers will become my dearest friends. And this, this life

with you will fade into mist.

Payment has come due, and pay me you will.

It'll be a scandal, this divorce.

Finally be with my one true love.

Oh?

And to which of your affairs might you be referring?

Talking about my wife.

Every time that you and I were intimate, I was thinking about her.

How I'm free to be with her.

I wish you peace.

Lizzie? It's her.

Lizzie?

Here. No.

I can't. I want my wits about me.

Lizzie, where are you? I have something to say to you.

Coming, Mrs. Borden.

Yes? What is it?

I'm leaving.

My bags are sitting by the front door and soon I'll be on a train to New York

City and that's the last you'll see of me.

I've taken my 50% of your father's worth. It's here in this carpet bag.

I'd say that I wish you well, but that would be a lie.

I wish you nothing, because you've given me nothing.

Not one flicker of warmth, not one moment of good feeling.

It is over, that is all.

I am leaving you, and your father, and your sister.

I am leaving.

All right.

Was that it?

All right.

Lizzie, there's simply nothing to you. It's as if you were half-birthed into

this world by that lucky mother of yours who was so quickly rid of her obligation

to you. Your sister, I didn't mind. I never had to clean the shit from her

britches, but you.

It was a prison sentence mothering you. All of the back-breaking labor and none

of the love.

You are a debit I will never recoup.

You were a lost column on the ledger of my days. How cheaply we sell our pearl

of great worth.

How evil of me to let you steal hour after hour of this precious life with

your empty stares and your drivel. A life wasted raising.

Good day to you.

Mrs. Borden, wait.

What?

Might I be allowed to say something? Of what sort?

I don't know.

This is just very unexpected.

I mean,

I know you and I haven't...

had the warmest of interactions, but still to lose a sort of... mother by

just walking out the door.

It's... It's not how I pictured today going.

There's... something sort of unsatisfying about it.

You don't say.

Get out of my way.

Dolt.

Mrs. Borden!

Mrs.

Borden, wait!

What? What about the fainting couch?

What about it?

It's ugly.

What did you just say about my fainting couch?

I'll have you know that is a precious heirloom.

I said it's ugly, and it reminds me of you.

It hurts to hear you think of me the way that you do, Mrs. Borden, as some kind

of colossal waste of your time, from which you received no love, no warmth

whatsoever.

It feels very... What?

Wrong.

Yes, well, some wrongs cannot be righted.

I don't mean wrong like that. I mean incorrect.

You are incorrect in every way as a person. How dare you? How dare you

suggest that I've wasted your life?

That I deserve to be treated the way that I was as a two-year-old child?

Who hates a child for soiling its own diaper?

What woman begrudges a child because she wanted one of her own?

I was your own.

I was your child.

You were my mother.

You were the mother I was so desperate for. You were the only mother I can

remember.

All my life you have made me feel like there is something wrong with me. There

is nothing wrong with me.

It's you.

You're what's wrong.

It's a good thing you're barren, Mrs. Borden, because you are not a mother.

Nature shriveled up your womb to ensure nothing half as evil as you ever entered

the world. And you

did not

deserve the love that I gave you.

I don't have to listen to this.

Mrs. Borden.

She's mine.

No, no, no, please don't. Please, no, don't! Maggie, make her stop!

Now she's quiet.

Now, Father.

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife and the edging done cut a six inch back

in the middle of my soul.

At night I wake up with the sheets of wet and a freight train running through

the middle of my head and we can cool my