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Hey!

Hey.

- Hi. - Where are you headed?

Wherever you're going, sailor.

- That's where I'm headed. - Okay.

Well, why don't you hop in? You know, we'll talk about it.

Alright.

Okay.

Here comes the love

I'm Steve.

Hey, Steve.

I'm Lizzie.

Lizzie Borden.

What... like the axe murderer?

I'm serious. I'm asking your name.

Aileen.

Okay.

Okay. What's your...

So, it's Aileen what? What's your last name?

What the fuck do you care about my last name?

It's Wuornos. Why are you asking me that?

It's just... nothing.

I just... I like to know who somebody is before I...

Oh, you needed somebody's last name before you fuck 'em?

Well, we never said we were gonna...

Well, what the fuck you pick me up for?

Isn't that why you fucking picked me up?

- Well, kinda, if you wanted. - Fuck.

Oh shit. Oh shit.

I fucking love this song.

Wherever you go.

Whatever you do.

You know these reckless thoughts of mine Are following you.

I'm fallin' for you.

Never mind.

You feel that, though?

- Feel what? - The sonic pressure.

Sonic waves.

So, what's it gonna be?

For 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.

Yeah. Just...

You know, yeah, that.

What? My ass?

Yeah, I'd... 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... I thought we were going to a motel or some shit.

I can't let anybody see me.

Alright, I've got a wife, kids at home.

Yeah. Yeah, that's good.

Real hero.

Hey, do you want my money or not?

Wait.

No.

Stop!

Stop it. That's hurtin'!

Goddammit. Stop. You're hurtin'...

God... You're hurtin' me!

Will you give me a ride?

No. No, I don't pay just for the sex.

I... pay for you to leave.

Just hitchhike wherever you're going to.

Well, I need my backpack, asshole.

Yeah, you left it in the car.

Gave her mother 40 whacks.

When she saw what she had done.

Gave her father 41.

I told you not to come in my ass, motherfucker.

And so we begin.

Foolishly layin' our hearts On the table.

Stumblin' in.

Wherever you go.

Whatever you do.

You know these reckless thoughts of mine Are following you.

I'm fallin' for you.

Whatever you do

'Cause, baby, you've shown me So many things that I never knew.

Whatever it takes.

Baby, I'll do for you.

Our love is alive...

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... then I... I can't absorb it.

Because I'm busy reading.

But you can read and absorb at the same time, so you...

I feel like I keep explaining this.

No. 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.

Oh yeah, that's... that's insane.

"And asked her to remove the carcasses of the dead doves

and clean the dovecote of blood and gore, lest it attract vermin."

Are you fucking serious?

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

I know you're just reading, but it's fucking infuriating!

They'd treat Lizzie like that,

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."

It's not about loyalty!

- Jesus Christ! - Lee!

- Fuck, damn it! - Lee.

It's about that bitch murdering her fucking birds.

I mean, I would fucking take an axe to that cunt right then and there,

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

the one man who should've been protecting her.

- Shut the fuck up! - You shut the fuck up!

Why don't you come over here? I'll fucking slit your throat, faggot!

Aileen!

This is how women have had it the whole time.

Motherfuckers treat us like shit!

Society treats us like shit!

And we just... We're not allowed to react how we should, right?

'Cause 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, 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 gonna 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 'em.

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 too,

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 "violée?"

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 Elizabetta's first sojourn beyond the castle walls

without a chaperone."

"And finally, she felt free."

"He raped her three times, and she fell pregnant."

"They drowned her newborn before she had a chance

to name her."

"When her father's land and title fell to her,

she could finally seek her revenge."

"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 will be different.

Mr. Borden, I want out.

I'm asking for a divorce.

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

Oh, when you put it like that.

You were once so vivacious, Abby.

At some point you became bitter.

Your face sour,

like your mouth carried the mildew 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.

Well, of course there is the... the question of money.

Money... is what you need, is it?

I want half.

No.

- Try again. - 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 spend in ten lifetimes.

And what would you do with it?

I knew 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... in art and... and letters

and society and... music.

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

I... I will be surrounded by artists.

Strangers will become my dearest friends,

and this, this... life with you

will fade... into mist.

And that is all you need to know.

Payment has come due,

and pay me you will.

It'll be a scandal.

This divorce.

But I'm... glad of it.

I can finally be with my one true love.

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.

Now I'm free to be with her.

I wish you peace, Andrew.

Mrs. Borden.

Thank you.

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.

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... all right.

What, is that it?

"All right"?

I don't...

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... 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 are a loss 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...

this.

I will now try to recoup.

Good day to you.

Mrs. Borden, wait.

What?

Might I be allowed to say something?

Of what sort?

I...

I don't know. I...

This is just very unexpected. I...

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 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!

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.

You...

And you did not deserve the love that I gave you.

I don't have to listen to this.

Mrs. Borden.

No, Maggie.

She's mine.

Come on!

Come on!

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

Now she's quiet.

Now Father.

Hey little girl, is your daddy home?

Will he go away And leave you all alone?

I got a bad desire.

I'm on fire.

Tell me, now, baby Is he good to you?

Does he do to you The things that I do?

Oh no.

I can take you higher.

I'm on fire.

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife Baby, edgy and dull.

And cut a six-inch valley Through the middle of my soul.

At night I wake up With the sheets soaking wet.

And a freight train running Through the middle of my head.

Only you.

Can cool my desire.

I'm on fire