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Come.

We have a long day ahead of us. Lizzie?

It's going to go fast.

Much faster than we think.

We have to stick to the plan.

We have to focus or we'll hang.

They can knock at the door any minute now.

Hi. Is this the Lizzie Borden house?

Because we got a reservation.

Welcome. Welcome. Come on in. Sorry about the sirens.

That's okay. We got the heat on us anyway.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Look at this place.

Tell me your name again, Carolyn.

Oh, Carolyn, what's happening, man?

Here, I can take your bags. Oh, no, thank you.

No, no, no need to take the bags.

We travel real light.

I basically just pack a change of underwear.

Oh, so, Carolyn, I have a million questions.

Oh, yeah, Lee's a big fan of Lizzie's. We both are. Yeah, Shelby here.

I get her to read me this book.

What's it called?

Oh, it's called the, um...

The Ballad of Lizzie Borden. Hmm.

Classic. You own this place?

Yes. Bought it to save it from a wrecking ball.

It's a historical house.

No way.

Is this where it happened?

Is this where they killed that motherfucker?

So this was where the body of Mr. Borden was found, yes. But, you know, no one

really knows what happened that day.

Well, I fucking know what happened.

I know exactly what happened. I lived that shit.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Eileen, is it?

We'd prefer if you smoked outside.

Are you fucking kidding me? Come on, Lee. I mean, are you seriously throwing

attitude right out of the gate?

I mean, we just fucking got here. Sorry.

You know, she's just really excited to see the house. Of course she could

smoke. Outside.

It's not about the smoking.

I don't give a fuck.

It's about interrupting a moment I was looking forward to.

When I finally saw the couch where she fucking whacked the fuck out of him and

you're all, you can't smoke in here.

I mean, are we at least going to be able to sleep in her room? Because the whole

reason why we're here is because I want to do things in that room. We want to do

things in that room.

Yes, you have the run of the house per the bed and breakfast agreement.

You can sleep anywhere you'd like to.

Good.

Would you mind excusing us then?

Because we're probably going to rub one out right here.

You like that, don't you?

You're a fucking little whore. You little whore.

I'm a fucking little

whore.

The fuck is that?

It's fucking creepy, ain't it?

Chapter 12.

Lizzie and Maggie had crossed their own private Rubicon.

Their what?

The fuck is a Rubicon?

I don't know.

Their bodies washed of blood, their brains still buzzing with the act they

just committed. They held hands at the door and then they kissed one last time

for luck before they unleashed.

Maggie ran into town.

Help! Mr. Borden needs help!

Help! Help! Mr. Borden needs help!

While Lizzie had a fit on the front lawn. Help!

Help! Help!

Help, please!

Please, someone!

Help, someone, please! Most of the Fall River Police Department were spending

the day at an amusement park.

Officer Allen, let's give Mrs. Borden some privacy.

All right.

Everybody outside.

Wait.

Mrs. Borden.

Where's Mrs. Borden?

Mrs. Borden!

Mrs. Borden!

Miss, are there any axes in the house?

Miss Hannah, I'll show you.

There.

An axe is missing.

That's my menses cloth.

I beg your pardon?

For my womanly period?

What do you think?

Well, I feel how heavy that is.

Yeah.

Look at how many blows.

At least two dozen.

I'd say twice that.

Now, you know what this tells me?

One thing I know for a certainty is that this is the work of a man.

Or two.

They're strong day laborers.

Yeah.

No way a woman could do this.

You think maybe a Portuguese?

Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me.

No, that's what it says. I mean, they believed her.

Stupid fucking idiots.

That's why they're never gonna catch us.

Cops, man.

They've always been so fucking dumb.

This is it.

This is her fucking room.

When the police department disembarked the ferry from Rocky Point Amusement

Park, they found a crowd thronging the Borden mansion.

Meanwhile, Lizzie was unconsolable.

The doctor gave her bromocaffeine. The fuck they give her caffeine for?

Fucking doctors.

Doctors don't know shit.

That dumb bitch doctor who said I had what?

Schizophrenia. Exactly.

Schizophrenia. Don't know shit.

Well, nothing could calm her.

So the doctor filled a syringe and gave her morphine.

Shut the fuck up.

This fucking bitch got the fucking doctor to give her morphine? I love this

bitch so bad.

Lee, hold on.

I gotta get that junk.

That last John I killed had a whole kit on him.

Wait, you're gonna shoot up? Fuck yeah.

Lizzie Dins is so mine.

You are gonna be the doctor.

Unless you're bored or you're a mad genius.

You rest easy now, baby girl.

Come on, keep reading.

Hey, what'd she do with the dress?

The one she changed out of. The one she killed him in.

Had to be all covered in blood and brains.

She burned it.

Miss Borden, what are you... Is that a dress you're burning?

Yes.

It's totally ruined. I had gotten paint on it, so I thought I'd burn it.

Would you be so kind as to call on the doctor again?

I think I could use another dose of whatever it is he's been giving me.

Early suspicion fell upon Lizzie's uncle, John Morse.

Well, I couldn't have murdered them if that's what you're suggesting.

No. I spent the day visiting a cousin down the road in Woods Corner.

I arrived at dawn, left at noon.

And I boarded streetcar 334. The conductor had a 56 on his cab. And I

rode back to Fall River with six Catholic priests and asked each their

name. Father Murphy, Father Shutt, Father Loftus, Father Dombrowski, Father

Meany, and Father Brodlin.

I have a photographic memory, so you can ask any one of those men and they can

verify my whereabouts this morning. My brother-in-law I hated. In fact, I

wished him ill, but I couldn't have murdered him.

And Mrs. Borden, far as she's concerned, she was a good woman.

whom I had no motivation to harm.

Might I speak to my niece?

I know what you did, Lizzie.

It's plain as day.

I'm a butcher, you know.

I saw the bodies. I know what it would take to do what was done to them.

It was very personal, what you did.

And you are going to hang, Lizzie, without my help.

Give me the money that your father wouldn't.

Help me get my butcher shop up and running, and I will help you with your

alibi.

If it should come to it, I will even testify in court on your behalf.

Very good.

Let's talk about what you're going to tell the police.

I don't need your help.

How are you feeling, Miss Borden?

Woozy.

Still a bit from the medicine the doctor's been giving me.

But you will be able to recall the events of the day.

Do you imagine?

Oh, yes.

Undoubtedly.

Everyone was very sick this morning, myself included.

Last night we ate some swordfish and mutton stew, which had apparently gone

off.

Also, some bad oysters.

John Morse, my uncle, didn't dine with us, so he wasn't ill.

He left the house around dawn to visit a relation in Woods Corner.

At around eight o'clock, I roused again, feeling slightly better.

And Mrs. Borden and I did some light dusting.

I'm sorry.

Did you say dusting? Oh, yes.

It was my idea.

I find nothing calms a sour stomach quite like dusting.

I decided to go into town, and I remember seeing Mrs. Borden putting

fresh jams on the bed in the guest room upstairs.

And I asked, is everything all right, Mrs. Borden?

And she said, well, I just received note from a sick friend.

She's very sick, very ill.

I might go pay her a visit this morning.

She's very ill.

Did she say who this friend was?

She did not.

As I left the house, I remember hearing Mrs. Borden shout to Maggie. Maggie!

I want you to clean all the windows! Inside and out.

In town, I passed Sargent's department store and saw they were having a sale on

Calico. Eight cents a yard.

And so I raced home to tell Maggie.

She couldn't believe it.

Eight cents a yard, you say?

I said, yes, eight cents.

Can you believe it? She said, why, let's go buy some.

And I said, first, I'd like to iron some handkerchiefs.

Why would you want to iron handkerchiefs?

I find it soothing.

But the iron was taking so long to heat up that I read Harper's Magazine, and

I heard someone knocking from the kitchen, and I thought it might be

Father, so I yelled, Father, is that you?

And I heard Father shout back, Why is this door locked?

And I heard Maggie say, Shaw, which made me laugh. I thought that was so funny.

And so I was laughing all the way down the stairs to greet Father.

You ran downstairs?

Yes.

You said you were warming the iron in the kitchen.

That is downstairs.

No.

I was upstairs in my bedroom.

I helped father take off his boots.

Thank you, Lizzie.

Such a good daughter.

Here are your slippers, father, and your reefer coat.

I'm going to take a nap right here.

Would you like me to close the drapes for you?

Very kind of you.

I have a fishing trip on Monday.

I think I'll go look out back for some sinkers.

That's when I heard a groan.

A groan?

Yes.

It wasn't a shout or I would have run towards it.

It was a loud groan coming from inside the house.

That's when I saw the screen door was open.

And I thought, oh, father must have awakened.

And when I came inside...

That's

when I saw my father had been murdered.

So it wasn't until later that you found your mother's body? She's not my mother.

She's my stepmother.

My mother died very young.

But no, Maggie and I discovered her later.

Thank you, Miss Borden, for your statement.

If there's one thing we can be certain of, this girl is completely innocent.

Oh, bless Miss Borden.

Innocent as a lamb.

This is why you don't have to be afraid of them. I sure as hell ain't.

Oh, fuck yeah!

Pizza's here!

Happy anniversary to...

Jesus, I mean, I love you and all, but you know I don't like when you sing a

song and change the lyrics.

Okay, sorry, I forgot.

It's okay.

Just put it down.

Just be careful of the dead bodies.

What did you just say? I said put the pizza down between Lizzie's parents.

Baby, there's nothing there.

But didn't you say that they brought the bodies back in here, right?

Yeah. Yeah, so keep reading.

Here it is.

That night, the bodies were placed on the dining room table where they would

remain for the next three days.

Lizzie slept alone in the house, where the mangled bodies lay silent on the

table.

You didn't deserve this.

I don't know what you deserved.

But it wasn't this.

You, on the other hand, I should have given you a dozen more whacks.

Cunt.

But suspicion was about to fall on Lizzie Borden. No, no, please let me,

please! You can't! It was decided that the body should be cut open to test the

contents of her stomach.

Anna, get this.

The detectives found Lizzie's grief at the funeral unconvincing.

So they took her parents' bodies and

chopped off their heads.

Fucking what?

I know.

The coroner wanted a better look at the wounds.

So he took the heads to Harvard and boiled the flesh off.

To figure out, like...

What kind of axe was used, how many blows it took, and whatnot.

The walls were closing in on Lizzie Borden.

I'm sorry, baby.

I'm bushed, okay? I gotta go to bed.

I know, I know. You've been doing so much great.

This has been the best anniversary ever, Shelby.

I love you.

I'll be right back.

I gotta go take a leak.

Hello? Who's there?

Lizzy. What are you doing here?

Oh, I... I don't know. I've just always been a fan of yours,

I guess.

And I've always liked you ever since I heard your story.

How do you know my story?

You're famous.

Famous? Yeah.

You're like a, um... a woman who didn't take any

shit.

No.

You did something you had to do.

And it was violent, what you did. And if you're anything like me, you don't love

doing it.

But you're forced to do it, almost, and then you just fucking do it.

You've killed people.

Oh, yeah.

Your father and your stepmother.

No.

I mean, I wish I did.

My whole family.

Every one of them.

If they weren't beating me, they were raping me.

My brother.

Even my granddad.

My fucking grandpa raped me.

And then here I go trying to kill myself.

I shot myself in the stomach when it's those motherfuckers I should have

killed.

I didn't kill a single one of them, but not one of them didn't deserve a bullet

in their fucking mouth.

Sorry.

Or worse.

Who did you kill?

Oh, I mean... They're Johns, mostly.

Johns?

Oh,

how do I... How do I put this? I sell myself.

I'm a hooker.

And the guys I sell myself to, some of them are okay, but some of them are real

fucking creeps.

And I'm talking real bad men.

And I don't feel like they deserve to live after they've done what they've

done to me.

But it wasn't just the Johns. I was...

Pissed at.

I was pissed at everybody.

People who hurt me, treated me like trash.

And raping me.

Making me give my baby away.

So I thought, all right.

This piece of ass says, fuck that.

Just like you did.

You said, fuck that shit.

I'm going to stand up for myself because no one else is fucking coming.

And that's why I love you.

You love me.

I see you, Lizzie Borden.

And I thank you.

We We

It was freaky.

Felt real.

Don't tell me I'm crazy, Shelby.

I'm not.

We shared some shit.

It's nice to be able to talk to someone who just gets it, and I think she needed

a friend.

Yeah.

All right, well, um...

We got to leave in about an hour, so.

Well, there's something I got to say first.

Come on.

This is it.

This is the birdhouse.

You see?

I think it's better if I go.

For now.

You'll get through it.

We covered our tracks.

If we stick to the story, everything will be fine.

When we get the money, we can live together.

You and I.

We can be together.

Would you

dance

with me?

Yes.

Miss Borden, I'm sorry to inform you that you're under arrest We can give you

a moment to gather your things, but you'll need to come with us.

Oh, that's okay I'm already packed