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We have two cameras.

Wow, this looks better than last time. You can just walk right around over

there and take a seat.

Montel Williams had it really, really terrible.

Well, I'm glad it feels at least like an improvement for you. Oh, yeah.

Okay, all right. I want to start right now with do you think you belong here?

No.

Why? I'm...

I'm not a serial killer.

I didn't kill these men like everyday profile of a serial killer.

And I didn't plan these murders or anything like that. Why did you kill the

men? Self-defense.

Do you remember catching a ride with Richard Mallory?

A vehicle passed and its headlights went on in the vehicle and I saw one head, so

I felt all right.

Walked up to the car and opened the door and I said...

Did you stop for me?

And he said, yeah.

Are you going to Orlando?

And I said, no, I'm going Daytona.

And he said, oh, wow, you're a lucky day, man, because I'm going all the way

to Daytona. And I said, oh, wow, this is great. And I got in the car.

Then he asked me how much I charge. And I said, 30 for head, 35 straight, 40 for

half an hour, 100 an hour.

And he said, what if I told you?

i don't have enough money richard i said no way i said i'm not

here for my health i said we made an agreement and i'm sorry but i guess

we're gonna have to just call this off okay tell us what happened after he

wrapped the cord around your neck so he put the cord around my neck

and he

He said, yes, you are, bitch.

He said, you're gonna do everything I tell you to do.

And if you don't, I'm gonna kill you right now and I'll fuck you after.

Like, just like all the other sluts I've done.

And then he...

Then he said, it doesn't matter to me.

Your body, your body will still be warm for

my huge cock.

And I said he was choking me, and I was holding

it like this, and he said, do you want to die, slut?

And I just nodded no.

And then he said, are you gonna, are you

gonna listen to everything, everything I have to say, have

you do?

And I just nodded yes.

Okay, what happened next?

Then he decided, he began to start having a...

Okay. And, uh... He's doing this...

very violent manner.

Movement. Were you saying anything to him at that point?

No. I was crying my brains out.

Was he saying anything to you?

Yes, he was saying he loved to hear me, the pain.

That when I moaned, he loved to hear my crying.

That it turned him on.

And what happened next?

He takes the Vicene.

He lifts up my legs and he puts what turns out to be...

rubbing alcohol in the Bicine bottle.

And he sticks some

up my rectum area.

And that really hurt really bad because he tore me up for a while.

and then put some in my vagina, which really hurt bad.

Then he walked around to, back to the driver's seat side,

and he pulls open my nose like this, pulls them open, and

he squirts.

rubbing alcohol from the Visine bottle down my nose, and he says, I'm saving

your eyes for the grand finale.

He already said he's killed other girls. I gotta fight.

I just gotta fight for my life.

I sentence you to death for the murder of Troy Burrus.

I sentence you to death for the murder of Charles Humphreys.

I sentence you to death for the murder of David Spears.

Thank you.

And, uh, I'll probably see you. I'll be up in heaven while y'all are rotting in

hell.

Okay, there will be an automatic appeal. I hope you get raped in the ass one of

these days. Mr. Glazer, is that going to be handled by you or the public

defender?

Okay, I will appoint the public defender's office to handle the appeal.

May your wife and kids get raped.

Right in the ass.

Okay, there's one other thing I want to say that I think... I know I was raped.

Y'all ain't nothing but a bunch of scum.

Putting someone who was raped to death, you fucking motherfucker!

I'm sick and tired of this.

I'll probably get three more death row sentences and then I gotta go to Pasco

and Dixon for two more death row. How many times you gotta kill me, you know

what I mean? This is bullshit.

They don't need to be doing this. Trying to defile my character, make me look

like a monster and deranged or something like a Jeffrey Dahmer, which I'm not.

Richard Mallory drove her to this secluded area.

And it was here Eileen Wuornos became a killer.

It's so noisy. I don't know how this sounds like a secluded area.

What we want to get your reaction to today, Lee,

is that we found out some things about Richard Mallory that were never

introduced in court.

Wait a minute, man.

Okay.

Okay.

Richard Mallory was convicted of assault with intent

to rape.

When was this?

When did he... What year?

Well, he was actually arrested in 1957. Okay.

He ended up spending ten years in an institute for

criminal sexual deviance.

Well, he had it sexual defunct his whole life then.

Because he was a maniac with me.

Are you okay?

You didn't touch your chicken.

I don't have much of an appetite. I thought I might, but they make you make

these decisions about things, and I just said okay.

It smells good.

It smells good, but I don't know. I kind of don't want a full belly when... Yeah,

you know what I mean? Well, you're going to be in a better place soon.

Yeah, any place is better than this fucking place, and what I mean by that

is planet Earth.

You're going to be at peace, Eileen.

Finally.

You're going to see your God.

I'm fine with it. Yeah.

Really.

I'm all right with it.

Florida hooker trash.

Nobody once showed me an ounce of kindness, so okay.

Just another woman put to death for something a man would have gotten away

with, you know?

I know. I know.

He would have gotten away with it.

And I'm getting put to death.

That's what I'm gonna ask him when I meet my Lord tomorrow.

I'm gonna ask him about that.

You know what I mean?

Because we need some motherfucking help down here.

Ain't that for sure.

Thank you.

Hey, ma'am.

Fucking dicko. I got nothing to lose now.

Don't forget about me. I would never forget about you.

I love you forever.

I love you forever.

I'm looking forward to it.

Eating my maker.

Also that Lizzie Borden.

Because she's the one who got away with it.

I would like to say I'm sailing with the rock.

And I'll be back.

Like Independence Day.

With Jesus.

June 6th. Like the movie.

Big mothership and all. I will be back.

I'll be back.

Hey.

I asked for a song.

Carnival by Natalie Merchant. Can you play that?

Well, I've walked these streets, a virtual stage, it seemed to me.

Makeup on their faces, actors took their places next to me.

Well, I've walked these streets in a carnival.

Well, here it is.

It's the culmination of all my life's ambitions, really.

That's a shitload of cats, Lizzie.

Oh, it isn't just cats.

We have a gray wolf named Titus, a fennec fox, and an ocelot.

This is my cockatoo, Lucius. A cockatoo?

I'm absolutely lousy with alpacas.

The toucan's Francis.

A pig named Scout.

And the goat is Matilda.

Osage.

Choo-choo.

Cookie.

Do you want to see Maplecroft? I'd love nothing more.

Oh, Lizzie, it's resplendent,

isn't it?

This is the cherry orchard here.

Delish!

Can you believe it?

All throughout the house?

All throughout the house.

And we have indoor plumbing.

This is the ball.

Yeah.

And what do you call it again?

Maplecroft.

It's everything I ever dreamed of, really.

We dreamed of.

Emma and I.

Yes. And how is your sister?

She's well.

She's just resting upstairs before supper.

I tried her.

Are you sure we shouldn't go a size up? You're groaning.

I said tight!

Uh-huh.

Ah!

Tie me up!

Miss Borden.

We have a party tonight.

Won't the laudanum make you sleepy?

San Francisco is where I really made my name.

The notices positively propelled me to Broadway.

Then to Europe, to Egypt, Hawaii, Australia.

Australia?

Did you see a kangaroo?

Yes, they're enormous rats.

And Lizzie, it was your patronage that enabled all of it.

Traveling, first class, accommodation worthy of a star.

And I owe it all to you.

But Lizzie...

Lizzie, I'm not meant for the stage.

I'm far too subtle.

The nuance of my acting, well, simply put, it's lost

in an auditorium.

The stage, if you can believe it, it's simply not my medium.

What is?

Behold, Lizzie.

It's breathtaking.

See, I say far more with a look than any soliloquy.

This is where I wish to make my fortune.

In motion pictures.

Fox Film Corporation is in Fort Lee, New Jersey.

That's where I'm moving.

But I have to be perceived in a certain way. I can't be rolling up hat

in hand like some tramp.

No.

I have to be showing up on Mr. Fox's doorstep with a certain air about me.

One of stardom.

One of wealth.

So you need more money?

Quite a bit more, if you don't mind me saying, but, you know, of course you'll

see a return for the investment, you know?

And I'd really like you to press that point with your wealthy friends this

evening.

No reason not to let them in on the opportunity now, is there?

No.

Thank you to my patroness. Thank you to our hostess for this beautiful evening.

How many animals do you have, Miss Borden?

Over 200.

Does that include your sister?

No, no.

She's all right.

I'd like to propose a toast.

That's a wonderful idea, Emma.

How would you like to toast Miss O'Neil?

Oh, no, not her.

That scenery-chewing ham actress.

You could enact your way out of a burlap sack.

I can, and I have, Emma.

What am I doing here?

You were invited, of course.

No, I mean literally.

That's what you're all asking yourselves.

Why didn't she just leave?

We split our father's fortune after all, after his untimely death.

Emma.

I tried to leave.

But it turns out the surname Borden can be a bit of an albatross.

No respectable family will rent to one, let alone allow their son to marry one.

And what was I to do?

Marry a servant?

No. So what's a girl to do but turn to drink in the demon poppy?

And the truth is, I made a promise to our dear mother.

She made me promise to protect you, Lizzie.

To look after you.

And God knows I have.

But look at you.

You took the blood money you thought you were owed and bought a mansion with it

that you never leave.

You divorced the real world and now your only friends are servants.

So, to you, my dear sister, my albatross, not content to ruin your own

life, you've ruined mine.

I have no husband, no beau, and I live in this prison of notoriety and watch

you throw away our money on a pigshit actress and cats who mostly hate you.

To this gilded cage.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Well, the shrimp jelly is doing a dickie dance on my stomach. I should go take

care of that.

Take the first train out to New Jersey in the morning.

Shall we retire to the parlor?

Barn dance from Floridora.

By the Peerless Orchestra.

It is Don Reco.

So, who did it?

Miss Borden.

Thank you, pardon?

Who killed your mother and father?

Oh, come on.

Everyone here is asking themselves the same thing.

Who do you think did it, Miss Borden?

Well, to my mind...

There are three strong theories that make sense.

Some think it was a Portuguese, the one who was arrested for killing Bertha

Manchester.

Some people think he went into the house to steal Mrs. Borden's ear-gloves.

Of course, there's my uncle.

He just happened to alight back onto the scene in time for his brother-in-law and

his wife to be murdered.

Hello, John.

Andrew.

No one's spoken to him since.

And then, of course...

There is the rumor that my father had an... How do you say...

Illegitimate son.

Andrew Borden?

Yes.

I'm your bastard son.

I'm here to murder you both.

But of course, none of these theories have any evidence.

So that's what they'll remain forever.

Theories.

But what do you think?

Who do you think did it?

It's just a random act of violence.

No motive.

Someone just... walked into my family's house and killed my dear parents.

With an axe.

Pardon me.

I must retire, but please feel free to stay.

How is it?

Montana?

It's nothing, it's... For as long as I could remember, I dreamed of

having a place.

A plot of land to myself.

I've been running around long enough.

I tried to put down some roots.

But all I owned was my loneliness.

I don't know anymore.

Your life is here with me.

One, two days here, Lizzie.

That's nothing, that's not a life.

What choice do we have?

You know what we could do?

I brought it with me.

Fate had cornered the Countess, and now she was paying for her crimes.

Eraser!

Mm-hmm.

I'm Walden.

It's done, I have to leave.

Mooshie! Mooshie!

Stop pestering your sisters.

Thank you.

What's this?

Trick or treat!

What are you doing? What is this?

It's all How's Eve.

I'm a ghoul. I'm a monster.

Give us a treat or we'll trip you.

Who are you supposed to be?

What are you dressed up as?

I'm you.

Beg your pardon?

Do you know who I am?

Yes.

Well, I demand you stop selling any book about me in your store.

Why?

They're full of lies.

Then sue the authors for libel.

I always took the fact that you hadn't as an admission of a sort.

Of what sort?

Fine, I'll buy them. Every book, every copy, I'll buy them.

Miss Borden, I can't control what's written about you.

And I certainly can't control the appetite there is to read about you.

You're certainly happy to profit off of it.

Very much so.

And you sell well, Miss Borden.

I'd content myself with that fact if I were you.

You've wealth and notoriety.

Most people would kill for as much.

Good day, Miss Borden.

When she saw what she had found, she gave her father forty-one.

When she was forty-ten, she gave her mother forty-nine.

Fun day in town, it looks like.

I don't understand. Why are there children dressed like me?

You're the boogeyman now, sister.

Congratulations.

Where are you going?

I don't know yet.

But I don't much care.

All I know is I'm not coming back here.

I was wrong about this house, Lizzie.

It's not a cage.

It's a tomb.

And if I don't leave now, I'll die in here.

Mother will have to forgive me for my breaking my promise to her.

I think she will.

I know you'll never admit it to me.

Can you admit what you...

You home early?

Floor needs sweeping.

I didn't get to it yet.

You said you'd re-shingle the roof.

It's leaking.

How dare you complain about this house?

I paid for this. How did you pay for it?

Where'd that money come from?

Where'd you come from?

You can ask me 1,000 times, and I will never tell you.

I want my supper.

What are you doing?

I was going to kill you.

But now I'm just standing here thinking...

What am I doing here?

Why did I marry you?

I think I was going to... I was trying to hide in the life of a woman of what

women are supposed to want.

Or maybe I thought you were different than other men.

Or maybe that you were going to change and become kind.

But men... aren't kind,

are they?

Because they're too fearful to be kind.

They're afraid of women.

Aren't you?

Afraid of what?

Afraid of women.

Just say it.

Just admit that you're afraid of strong women, and I will walk away, and you can

have it all, the land and everything on it.

Just say it.

Yes. Guess what?

Yes.

I'm afraid of strong... women.

Hello, Lizzie.

It's Lisbeth now.

Othello, we have a visitor.

Would you take her bags upstairs, please?

Thank you.

Othello strikes me as a marvelous servant.

I think Madame Lisbeth is going to doubly raise.

What are you doing?

You can't do that. Yes, I can.

You're living off the fruits of our labor. Maggie.

What we did together.

Maggie, keep your voice down, please.

Maybe let's go outside.

Let's talk in private.

No.

I'm coming through the door, and I'm going to stay.

You know, I've never told anyone.

No one, Maggie.

I've been insisting for so long that something didn't happen.

Sometimes it feels like I'm still that young girl who did something who she

can't admit to anyone.

Do you regret it? No.

No.

Do you?

I can't change it.

I wish I could make peace with it. Then make peace with it.

Confess to your maker.

You have to forgive yourself. I know you, Lizzie.

You have to.

You have to move on before you can change your life.

I know you can.

Heavenly Father,

I'm

asking for your forgiveness.

I did a terrible thing.

And I had my reasons.

But I have deep regret.

All I can do is ask for your forgiveness, Lord.

And for theirs.

Let me make something of my life, please.

If you're there, please show me a sign.

If you're listening, please grant me your grace.

Okay. Let's make it mean something.

There's a movement afoot in this country right now. And it's all women. The right

to vote. That's what we should be fighting for.

We are not begging. We are demanding.

The Constitution of the United States does not belong to men alone.

Mrs. Borden, if he was still alive, that is.

I'm sure he'd have a thing or two to say about all this, but I can tell you my

mother and my stepmother would be right up here cheering with us.

has won shoulder to shoulder and friend to friend.

Miss Borden, can we join you?

Of course.

Our husbands hate that we're here, but we pay them no mind.

Telegram for Lisbeth Borden.

Thank you.

It passed.

one day we'll drink champagne

Thank you.

In a carnival of sights to see All the cheap

thrill-seekers Vendors and the dealers They crowded around

me

What the fuck are you doing here?

We're here to take you to the next place.

Where?

I don't have to be scared, do I?

Because there's shit I've done I'm really sorry for.

No, don't be.

No, no, no, no.

Don't be scared.

You're going someplace safe.

You swear?

Yes.

All is forgiven.

All is understood.

At last.

Thank you Thank you

Come with us now.

It's time

Can someone shut that off?

Time of death, 947.

Check it out, guys.

So be it, I'm your crowbar If that's what I am so

far Until you get out of this

mess And I

will pretend That I don't know of your sins

Until you are ready to confess but all the time

All the time

I'll know I'll know

And you can use

my skin

To bury secrets in And I will

settle you down

And at my own

suggestion I will ask no questions