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We have to get going, Lizzie.

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?

'Cause we got a reservation.

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

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

- Oh my God. - Oh...

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. - No. Thank you.

No, no. No need to take the bags.

We... We travel real light.

I basically just pack a change of underwear.

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... this book. What's it called?

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

The Ballad of Lizzie Borden.

- 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.

Oh, I fucking know what happened.

I know exactly what happened. I lived that shit.

I'm sorry.

Aileen, 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.

Where 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 gonna be able to sleep in her room?

'Cause the whole reason why we're here is because I wanna do things in that room.

We wanna 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?

'Cause we're probably gonna rub one out right here.

Yeah!

You like that. Don't you, little whore?

Yeah, I'm a fucking little whore.

Yeah.

You little whore.

Say it again.

I'm a fucking little whore.

Stop, stop, stop... Come on, kiss me.

- Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. - Fuck, no. It's my turn now.

The fuck is that?

It's fucking creepy, ain't it?

"Chapter 12. Lizzie and Maggie had crossed their own private Rubicon."

Their what?

- Yeah, I don't... - 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... their stratagem upon the world."

Something's happened to Father!

Maggie, get the doctor!

"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."

Cymbals crashing everywhere.

Reaps the fields of rice and reeds.

While the population feeds.

Father, no!

Officer Allen... let's give Miss Borden some privacy.

All right, everybody outside.

Hong Kong Garden.

Wait. Mrs. Borden...

Where... Where's Mrs. Borden?

Mrs. Borden?

Mrs. Borden!

Tourists swarm to see your face.

Miss Borden fainted.

Disorientated, you enter in.

Unleashing scent of wild jasmine.

- No! - Miss Borden!

- No! - Where are you going?

Lizzie!

Miss, are there any axes in the house?

The cellar!

I'll show you.

There.

An axe is missing.

Hong Kong Garden.

That's my menses cloth.

I beg your pardon?

For my womanly period.

- What do you think? - Well, feel how heavy that is.

Yeah.

And look at how many blows.

At least two dozen.

Oh, I'd say twice that.

No, you know what this tells me?

One thing I know for a certainty

is that this is the work of a man.

Or two.

And strong. Day laborers.

Yeah.

No way a woman could do this.

You think maybe a Portugee?

Oh, you gotta be fucking kiddin' 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 Bromo Caffeine."

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.

Wait. 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 did. So, so am I.

And you... are gonna be the doctor.

Oh, fuck yeah.

Oh yeah, baby.

Oh, I love her so bad.

Lizzie Borden, 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.

Thanks, dear.

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."

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 then I boarded streetcar 334. The conductor had a 56 on his cap.

I rode back to Fall River with six Catholic priests

and asked each their name.

Father Murphy, Father Schutt, Father Loftus, Father Dombrowski,

Father Meany, and Father Rodlin.

I have a photographic memory.

So you can ask any 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, as far as she's concerned,

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.

Now...

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? - 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 Dustin'?

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 shams

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...

"Pshaw!"

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.

"Pshaw!"

Pshaw?

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, "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.

Ha ha ha!

Fucking cops!

Thanks for being such dumb fucks!

See, man.

That is what I'm telling you.

Fucking cops.

This is why you don't have to be afraid of 'em.

I sure as hell ain't.

Oh, fuck yeah.

Pizza's here!

Happy anniversary to you

Shelby, come on. You know that's not a song.

Happy anniversary to you

Shelby, stop it! God damn it!

Jesus! I mean, I... I like... 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...

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.

Well, shit.

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 bodies should be cut open

to test the contents of their stomach."

Oh man, and 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

and... 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 reading.

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?

Holy fuck.

Lizzie.

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 Lizzie Borden.

You're famous.

Famous?

Yeah.

You're like a...

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 'em.

If they weren't beatin' me, they were rapin' 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've 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 were johns, mostly.

Johns?

Oh, how do I pu...

How do I put this?

I sell myself.

I'm a hooker.

A prostitute.

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 done what they 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...

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 gonna stand up for myself because no one else is fuckin' comin'."

And that's why I love you.

You love me?

I see you, Lizzie Borden.

And I thank you.

Lee?

Lee?

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...

We gotta leave in about an hour, so...

Well, there's something I gotta see first.

Come on.

Whoa.

This is it.

This is the birdhouse.

Lizzie?

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.

Do you promise?

Yes.

I don't want you to go.

Think.

When we get the money, we can live together.

You and I.

We can be together.

Would you dance with me?

One last time?

Yes.

To your soul.

To your soul.

Cry.

Cry.

Alone on a platform The wind and the rain.

On a sad and lonely face.

Mother will never understand Why you had to leave.

But the answers you seek Will never be found at home.

The love that you need Will never be found at home.

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away.

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away.

Pushed around and kicked around Always a lonely boy.

You were the one that they'd talk about Around town as they put you down.

And as hard as they would try They'd hurt to make you cry.

But you never cried to them Just to your soul.

No, you never cried to them Just to your soul.

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away.

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away.

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away.

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.

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away.

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away.

Crying...

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away.

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away.

Cry, boy, cry.

Cry, boy, cry.

Cry, boy, cry, boy, cry.

Cry, boy, cry, boy, cry.

Cry, boy, cry, boy, cry.

Cry, boy, cry, boy, cry.

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away.

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away.

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away.

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away.

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away.

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away.

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away.

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away.

Run away, turn away Run away, turn away, run away