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I didn't do it!

I swear to God, I didn't do it!

Those women were always good to me.

I'm innocent!

I'm innocent!
I'm innocent!

John, you know me.

I have nothing to do with any murder.

I'll kill you!

Please.
You must believe me.

Is this the man you saw commit
these terrible murders?

It's all right.
You're safe here.

- Jesus loves me.
- The devil loves you.

Jesus loves me...

Jesus loves me.
Jesus loves me...

The State of New Hampshire

versus Louis Wagner.

Call your first witness.

The people call Evan Christenson.

And what did you do
when you got to Smuttynose?

When I got to Smuttynose,
I went up to the house.

- And went right in.
- And what did you see?

I saw my wife lying on the floor.

Dead or alive?

Evan! Evan!

Evan.

Your mother looked a little tired.

She can handle it.

If you're not used to having
a five-year-old around...

I thought the whole point
was to get away.

If you're gonna worry
about Billie all weekend...

All right, Thomas.

What?

Nothing.

I'm looking forward to seeing Rich.

It's been quite a while.

A weekend with my brother...
that's a rare treat.

I'm a photographer for a magazine.

They're doing an article
about the murders.

My brother-in-law
has a boat,

and I thought he could
take us to Smuttynose Island,

- Where the murders happened.
- Hey, there...

We left our daughter
with her grandmother.

I thought it would be sort of a vacation.

Jean, this is Adaline.

Adaline, this is my favorite
sister-in-law.

- Favorite and only.
- Caught on a technicality.

Rich introduced us to his new girlfriend.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I didn't know he was bringing anyone.

This is my husband, Thomas.
Adaline, wasn't it?

We've met, actually.

Hi. At the writers'
dinner, right?

- Yeah.
- Oh yeah.

- Hey.
- Hey. It's been too long.

Where's all this go?

Old man lays down.

Come on, I'll teach you how to dive.

It was impossible to know
that we had 17 hours left.

Or 12... or three.

This is it?

"The two women
were discovered in the kitchen,

strangled and bludgeoned
with an axe."

Isn't "bludgeon" a wonderful word?

One of the best.

Oh, this one's good.
"The nude body of Anethe..."

"An-nette."

"The nude body of Anethe Christenson"

was draped with a cloth
as if the killer could not bear

"to look at his handiwork
while he sipped his tea."

Imagine the psychology
of a guy who could sit

and drink tea with two women
he's just bludgeoned.

This must be the kitchen, right?

Where they found the bodies.

Yeah, about...

over there and...

here.

Help!

Hello!

Help!

"Although Louis Wagner
was convicted of the murders,

the matter has been debated
for over a century."

I'm working on the "Oswald
'single axe' theory" myself.

Adaline is hoping you might
read something

for us later tonight, Thomas.

Whatever you're working on, you know...

we're not critics.

Many poets can turn a phrase,

but most of them don't have the balls

to tackle the really great themes.

I'm not sure I even know what
the "really great themes" are.

Abandonment...

loss, castration...

That's never gonna be
one of my problems, thankfully.

Chauvinism?

That's tired, don't you think?

What about Yeats?

The celebration of the human imagination.

- The magician.
- Melancholy.

It's all melancholy.

"The room swinging with emptiness

like an unswung bell."
Valentin Iremonger.

I think the really great ones

use words in such a way
you can never take them back.

Yeah, they do.

"To separate from life..."

from tantalizing mysteries
and salt spray...

from the grave gypsy eyes...

and the sacred, poignant flesh
of long-limbed dancers,

"unsullied,
but not for long."

She's memorized you, Thomas.

I stole "poignant flesh"

from Rich.

- I don't remember saying that.
- You were drunk.

I don't think I'd ever use that word.

That's so like you.

You probably read more
than anybody I've ever met.

But you always pretend
you'd rather be drinking beer.

- At a Red Sox game.
- Depends on who's pitching.

How did Wagner know
the men would be gone?

Sorry. Still thinking
about the murders.

But Louis Wagner...
the man they hanged...

how did he know the women would be alone?

He's got a 12-mile row
back to shore,

why take time to drink tea?

And why cover one woman's face
and not the other's?

Axe murderers don't tend to have
the most razor-sharp intellects.

Maybe her eyes were open.
It was the sight of them,

the accusation.

He couldn't stand to have her
looking at him.

So it was an act of passion.

But using an axe requires intimacy.

Think about...

how close you have to be
to your victim...

the vibration in your hand,

and the handle as the blade strikes bone.

The spray of blood warm on your face,

and standing over her,
her last choking gasps.

If he had gone there
with the intent to murder,

he would've taken a gun.

I think the killer was in love
with one of the women.

And murder was the only way
he could possess her.

I like that.

Wagner... Wagner.

He came into the house.

Wagner?

He took an axe.

- And he swung it.
- Oh God.

God help us.

Anethe...

Is she hurt?

Evan. Evan.

Is she all right?

- Maren... Maren?
- Evan...!

Is she all right?

Evan! Evan!

It was funny the way I found out.

Our daughter was in the hospital.

Jean had...

I guess neither of us
had paid enough attention

to an infection that she had.

Next thing we knew,
she was barely breathing.

We rushed her to the hospital.

It was pneumonia.

She was tiny...
she was six weeks old...

and had tubes going in
one end and out the other.

And she was fighting for every breath.

And I think in a moment like that,

you feel hope crossing over into grief.

Nicely put, Thomas.

And they had her in this fucking box...

an incubator...
and it looked like a coffin.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Then someone from the committee
found me in the hospital.

I got on the phone, they told me I'd won.

Oh, I didn't have any idea.
I'm sorry.

Of course, Billie's fine now...
tons of trouble.

But it was just so unimportant
to me at the time.

I don't think I know what
it's like to win a Pulitzer.

Love is never as ferocious

as when you think it's gonna leave you.

Thomas!

What?

Have you done something with the wine.

- We're having for dinner?
- The wine?

- It's almost time to eat.
- I've got it right here.

Open it for me, Thomas.
You're the expert.

There was a flesh wound
upon the right forehead,

separating the upper part.

The left ear was nearly cut through,

separating it from the head.

In my opinion, a very heavy instrument

had to make those blows.

An axe, in all probability.

The only people who knew

the women would be alone that night

were Emil Ingerbretson...
'cause I asked him

to tell Maren we couldn't make it back...

and Louis Wagner.

When did you arrive
in America, Mrs. Hontvedt?

I arrived five years ago
with my husband John.

He is a fisherman.

We left our home because we were told

this is a land of opportunity.

This is not it, John.

Surely this is not it?

Hello!

Sit...

and have a rest.

We don't have any money to go back.

We'll make it.

The best cure for melancholy is industry.

And though the winds
blew for days, neverending,

and the gulls never ceased their cries,

we drew strength
from the rhythm of our labors.

And from God.

My husband and I grew
accustomed to the solitude.

I didn't mind the work.

I never complained.

I was brought up for this.

The wind carried off our speech

so we spoke less.

And with work, I suppose,
we had less to say.

It is better not to take the chance

of asking an uncomfortable question,

or revealing an affection
for another person

that may bring unintentioned pain.

It is wiser, I think,

to keep silent and preserve the bond.

I knew that I would not
be able to leave the island.

I had to bite my cheek to keep
from breaking into tears,

that once started,
might continue forever.

Can you get me a drink, please?

Sure.

Adaline...
Shit! Quick.

Shit!

Jesus Christ.
Help!

Can you help?!

Jesus.

- Something blew this way.
- Here.

- Thanks.
- And here.

Thanks.

Jesus.

Thanks.

What's all the excitement?

Nothing.

Nicely done.

Hah!

Never get it.

There's a certain poetry
in photography, don't you think?

You know, putting a frame
around the world?

I imagine that's maybe
part of the attraction

between the two of you.

You think so, Thomas?

Makes sense.

I always felt it was more
of an animal attraction myself.

Two strays sniffing
each other in an alley.

You overreached.

I was thinking about
what keeps people together

over the long term.

So how did you two meet?

Thomas introduced us at the dinner.

I think actually he was
trying to get rid of me,

because I was acting like a groupie

and asking too many questions.

Two seconds after I met him,
I was asking him

how he got his scar.

I couldn't help noticing it
in his photograph...

you know, the one in the back
of "The Magdalene Poems"?

Seemed like it would've been
so easy for him to just...

turn away a little so it didn't show.

But he didn't.

What did he say?

I said...

that I had a car accident
when I was a kid.

The driver was drunk.

I probably read too much into things,

but I thought it was maybe
something we had in common.

'Cause I put my arm
through a window once.

We need more wine.
Sure.

I'll be right back.

I'll get a towel.

Oh, help!

Anethe!

Anethe!

Please...

Thomas?

- Thomas?
- Hm-mm?

I don't think he did it.

What?

The murders.
I don't think Wagner did it.

It was the woman,
the survivor... she killed them.

Jean, I just need a few minutes' sleep.

I can't sleep at all
on this fucking thing.

Maren.

Yes?

John?
What's this?

It's for you.
A little company, I thought.

- Do you like him?
- Yes.

- I like him very much.
- Good.

Thank you.

I'm going
to call him "Ringe."

Oh... you have a letter
from home.

- Do I?
- Yeah.

I thought Evan would never write.

It's from my sister, Karen.

Our father has died.

She's coming to America.

She can't.

We have no other bed and no money for it.

That's all right.

I've been saving some money
for the new schooner.

It's fine.

You're seasick.
Yes, I am a little.

Welcome.

Be careful with that trunk.

I'm sick from the boat.

I need tea and bread.

Karen...
how is our brother?

He's well.

Is that all?

Hasn't he written you?

We had one letter.

One letter in all this time?

I'm surprised.

I thought our brother
bore you a special affection.

He's probably busy.

He was not too busy
to be a comfort to me.

He took me on a holiday over Easter.

And to the theater.
And to supper.

And we stayed in a hotel.

He's prospered wonderfully.

And put money by.

No doubt he will soon meet a young woman

to turn his head.

Perhaps he'll come to America.

Don't be absurd.

A man who prospers in his own country

has no need to flee.

He's well, though?

And happy?

Oh yes, Maren.

Never better.

We found Karen a domestic position

early that spring
at the Appledore Island Hotel.

I hoped the work might occupy her.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- You sleep well?
- Yeah.

Guess I'm the last one up.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I thought we could call Billie later.

I just did.

Oh.

Oh, you could have told me.

They were going to the park.
I said you'd call later.

- Is she all right?
- She misses us.

She said that?

I could tell.

But it doesn't matter.
We're gonna be back tomorrow.

"Hi. We're unable
to take your call right now,

so please leave a message,
and we'll call you back."

Hello, John.

I brought a mate from Portsmouth

to board with us.

He has some rheumatism,
and it needs nursing sometimes,

- But he's a good hand.
- It's so cramped as it is.

Come in, Louis.

Louis Wagner, madam.

From Germany?

I hope I won't be a burden to you.

It's no burden.
What's one more?

Louis, let me show you your room.

Come.

Sorry to be so stiff.

I'm afraid you will soon
be looking after me

and my rheumatism.

Do you mind the extra work?

I never mind work.

May I see your hands?

They're strong.
That's good.

Sometimes it helps
to have my joints massaged.

Would you do that for me?

If my husband has no objection.

If he doesn't know,
he can have no objection.

They're waiting for you on the boat.

It's coming on again.
I can feel it.

Would you help me to the bed?

Please?

Thank you.

All right.
Ease me down, Thomas.

"Dear Mr. Plaisted,"

I will be in Portsmouth on April 15th,

and would very much appreciate it

if I could meet in your
chambers that afternoon.

Please respond by return post.

"Sincerely,
Mrs. John Hontvedt."

Aren't you hot?

Do you want to swim or something?

Take a look at this.
Tell me what you think.

What is it?

A letter Maren Hontvedt
wrote to the prosecutor.

- What do you think?
- Not much to it, is there?

- Look at the date.
- "April 7th, 1875."

That's two years after the trial.

What reason could Maren have
for meeting the prosecutor then?

Okay, I give.

Louis Wagner was hanged three weeks

after she wrote this letter.

Maybe Maren couldn't live with the guilt

and she wanted to confess
before an innocent man died.

Confess?

I thought you were
snapping a few photographs,

- Not re-opening the case.
- Aren't you curious?

Yeah.

I want to go back
to the mainland for a few hours,

look around the courthouse in Portsmouth.

Maybe there's a record of this meeting.

We are running a little low on wine.

Thomas is outdoing himself, hmm?

Hey...

you all right?

So I thought...

Never better.

"And in that day they shall
roar against them"

like the roaring of the sea,

and if one look unto the land,

behold darkness and sorrow,

"and the light is darkened
in the heavens thereof."

You're a good cook.

I'm not.

You're right.
It's dreadful.

I must be a fool to keep eating it.

I think you are feeling better.

A miraculous recovery, I think.

You are
a "sister of mercy."

Are you lonely here?

No.
Of course not.

I have my dog Ringe.

Yes, your dog.

Is he enough?

I have my husband too.

Dog first, husband second...

that is the usual order of things.

Should keep such observations
to yourself, Mr. Wagner.

I'm lonely too, Mrs. Hontvedt.
That's why I asked.

You're too young to be a married woman.

John doesn't deserve
such a beautiful wife.

I have made some konfetkake.

- Would you like some?
- Konfetkake? I don't think so.

You are the only confection
that interests me.

Perhaps I could have
just a little "taste"?

Mrs. Hontvedt,
don't be offended.

I only tease you.
You've not been teased much.

Am I correct?

You should go.

As you wish.

I would do anything to have you.

And did the defendant cease
his unwelcome overtures?

He did not.

Women's motives are always
more concealed than men's.

So you think Jean's right
about it being the woman?

It's always the woman.

I can't see a woman using an axe.

- Lizzie Borden?
- She was acquitted.

Yeah, because 12 men on the jury couldn't see
a woman using an axe.

Maren must have used an axe
every day chopping wood.

But why would she kill them?

When a woman kills,
it's generally a spouse.

For obvious reasons.

But her sister
and sister-in-law?

It doesn't make much sense.

It is remotely possible
they hanged the right guy.

Come on, Rich.
What's the fun in that?

Excuse me, but aren't you that writer?

Yeah... William S. Burroughs.
A pleasure.

I read "The Magdalene Poems"
for my class.

What'd you make of them?

Good. Really good.
Thomas Janes, right?

So, what are you working on now?

An infomercial, but don't tell anybody.

That's my brother, Rich,
the handsome one.

Can I go to the courthouse with you?

It's not necessary.

I want to go.

All right.

That Mr. Wagner
is quite handsome.

He seems to like me very much.

- Is that why you're smiling?
- Heavens, no.

I was thinking how much
I enjoy my work at the hotel.

Making beds and washing chamberpots?

Don't be crude.

Perhaps I am smiling because
I have a wonderful secret.

- Secret?
- Be patient, Maren.

You will find out in good time.

Karen? Please...

tell me what your secret is
or I shall die of curiosity.

Oh, it's nothing.

Only that I had a letter
from our brother.

Evan?

Did you bring his letter with you?

I'm so sorry, I left it
in my room in Appledore.

What has he written you?

Only that he's coming to America

in October.

Really?

Evan's coming?

He says he wishes to stay
with you and John.

Hello!

Evan.

Evan!

Evan!

Evan!

Hello!

- Evan!
- Maren!

Is that woman with you?

Evan! Evan!

Evan!

Hello to America!

Such a happy day.

We have to have a little celebration.

Maren, this is Anethe.

This is my beautiful wife Anethe.

A toast to the new arrivals.

My beautiful sister Maren.

This is Louis.
Louis Wagner.

Anethe, will you dance with me?

Okay, you're gonna dance.

Play it.

Come and dance with me.

Bravo, John.

Please continue when
you're able, Mrs. Hontvedt.

When I could open the door,

I looked out and saw the man
grab a chair with both hands.

So I shut the door again
and hurried back to my sister.

I told Karen to hang on
and we would escape

through my bedroom window.

But she said she was too tired...

just laid there on the floor.

And the man kept pounding on the door.

I told Anethe to hide,
so she jumped out the window.

When I told her to go
and to look for help,

she said she could not.

The fear had taken her voice.

I was standing at the door...

keeping out the man.

And then suddenly the pounding stopped.

I heard Anethe "Hello, Louis"

several times.

And I went to the window

and looked out, and saw that man.

Louis! Louis, no!

With a big axe he struck her
once and she fell.

Please...!

He struck her again, and back
he came toward the house.

Again I told my sister Karen to run,

but she said she was too tired.

So I jumped out the window...

ran down to the hen house...

saw the little dog...

and I thought to row away,
but could not find a boat.

So I ran to find some rocks,

to hide myself away from that man.

And is that man among us today?

If it so please the law,

I shall with my heart
and soul and sound mind,

speak of the true and actual tale

of that incident
which continues to haunt me.

I make this statement
not in defense of myself,

for what defense have those
who still live, breathe and eat

and partake of the Lord's blessings,

against those who have been
so cruelly struck down,

in such a way as I can hardly
bear to recall?

I can't do this.

What is it?

I don't know.
I can't do this here.

It's not you, Thomas.
It's me.

Hold me, please.

Something's gonna happen.

I believe it was
God's hands that caused me

to realize that I must
somehow survive my ordeal

so that I would one day
be reunited with my brother.

I vowed to keep as still
and as silent as possible

so that the stormy motions
that threatened to consume me

might come under my control.

If you hurry, you can catch John

before they sail off for Portsmouth.

This island has everything I need.

My wife is here.

That is all I ever need or want.

And my sister is here, too.

I don't need the distraction of the city.

I am content to stay here
and bait the trawls

and think about my good fortune.

You and Anethe are settling in well?

Isn't it obvious how happy she is?

She's... very agreeable.

And also pleasant to look upon.

But Anethe has a lot to learn
about keeping a house.

But I've brought her to a good teacher.

You've turned yourself
into a first-rate cook.

I'll go fat from it.

And with any luck,
you'll soon be fat yourself.

Is that so?

I only mean that one day
you may give us all good news.

What is it?

I cannot have a child.

Are you sure of this, Maren?

Have you been to a doctor?

I have no need of doctors.

Three years have been proof enough.

To tell the truth, I'm not so surprised.

I have suspected all my life.

Or at least since...

You remember?

You remember, don't you?

Yes... yes, of course
I remember.

I have thought the simultaneous
onset of my womanhood...

These are not matters of which

a brother and sister should speak.

These are private matters.

I would never do anything to upset you.

Is your marriage a happy one?

We have managed.

No... I mean in the matter
of a child.

You mean, does my husband put
his seed in me with regularity?

For God's sake, have some dignity.

Evan, I'm so sorry.
Please forgive me.

Please forgive me.

Sometimes I think I'll go mad.

Good morning, Maren.

So, I must go bait the trawls.

Forgive me for being so late.

May I have some cheese and sausage

from yesterday's dinner for my breakfast?

Oh...!

Poor Maren.

Why did I leave the broom lying?

I'll get the mop.

I've ruined your floor, didn't I?

I'm just useless sometimes.

Can you forgive me?

I fear I'll never be
the kind of wife you are.

Evan speaks so highly of you.

I'll clean it up.
Let me do something to help you.

It's no trouble.

Please.
Can't I be useful somehow?

Our boarder with sore joints
was asking for you

to come to his room and read to him.

You want me to go to read
to Louis Wagner?

In his room?

He can't walk, Anethe.

So if he's to be read to
it will have to be in his room.

The book's there by the front door.

Ja?

I have come to read to you.

Thank you.

Anethe...?

Louis...

he...

Anethe...
you poor thing.

Anethe?

He...

Louis...

Hush. You don't
have to tell me.

I'll tell John he stole provisions.

He'll be off the island in the morning.

If you ever told Evan,

he would murder Louis.

He would be hanged.
Do you understand?

You are so good to me.

Shh-hh!

You must rest.

It's not enough to live off my charity,

you steal from me as well?

I never touched a dime
of yours, John Hontvedt.

You calling my wife a liar?

As God is my witness, I don't
know why she'd say such a thing.

Get out of my sight.

Get out of my sight!
Go!

From now on you have
to earn an honest living!

"Though they go mad"

they shall be sane.

Though they sink through the sea,

they shall rise again.

Though lovers be lost...

love shall not,

"And death shall have
no dominion."

Dylan Thomas.

We met in a bar

where he was giving a reading.

I didn't know
it was "Poets' Night."

That morning I had my first assignment,

taking pictures of a bloody corpse

the police had fished out of the Charles.

Perfect preparation for meeting me.

I think what Thomas liked about me

was that I'd never heard of him.

Rich, they look fantastic.

Had you really never heard of him?

No, I was more of a visual
person, I suppose.

I didn't read poetry.

Anyway, I went on about my work

never asking Thomas a thing,

telling him about
this photograph I'd taken once.

It was a father pulling
his son from an icy pond.

In the picture, you see the man
lying down on the ice,

his hands clasping the boy's,

and both of them have their eyes closed.

And then Thomas said
the most remarkable thing.

Do you remember?

No.

Come on.

Look, I don't remember.

He said that my work and his
are very much the same...

we're both trying to stop time.

- I never said that.
- That's exactly what you said.

- It's pretentious shit.
- No it's not. It's lovely.

If I did say that,

I was just trying to get into your pants.

I wonder what moment
it was I might have altered.

What movement, left or right,
might have changed fate.

Perhaps I could have done it
with a word... a thought.

It was good of you to do this for Jean.

She needed the time away.

Maybe everybody would've been
happier if I'd stayed home, too.

You serious about her?

You know me, Thomas, I never get serious.

I leave that to the romantic
in the family.

I'm a romantic?

I guess you have to be
to write the way you do.

Whatever the consequences.

Jean knew what she signed up for

when she got together with me.

She knows better than anybody.

Talent excuses cruelty.

Don't you know that?

Not talent...

genius, maybe.

You're talented, Thomas.

The world is full of talented assholes.

God...

Even a hack can spin something
out of a sunset like that, huh?

I don't even carry a pen anymore.

How long have you been
interested in Thomas' poetry?

I think I've always read Thomas.

After the prize,
I guess everyone does, huh?

Not with such sensitivity, no.

- You're joking with me, right?
- No. I'm absolutely serious.

It's obvious he enjoys
talking to you about his work.

Not that he actually writes much anymore.

"Blocked" is a cliché
you'll never hear him stoop to.

Oh. I wondered
about that.

You know he killed a girl?

Thomas killed a girl?

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

When the car accident...
his scar, you know...

Thomas was driving.

There was a girl in the car with him,

and Thomas went off the road,

caught his rear wheel
in a ditch and flipped over.

She died.
They were 17.

Was he drunk?

Yes.

So the poems were about her...
"The Magdalene Poems"?

An examination...

of a 17-year-old girl

in the last four seconds of her life.

"To separate from life,."

From tantalizing mysteries
and salt spray...

from grave gypsy eyes

and the sacred poignant flesh
of long-limbed dancers.

A cross...

"A cross, my shield
on the altar of her neck."

But her name wasn't Magdalene.
It was Linda.

Hmm, Linda.

And he loved her?

Very much.

I don't think he's ever gotten over it.

In a way, all the poems
are about the accident

even when they don't seem to be.

But he married you.

Well, Linda was dead, you see?

And I hadn't the faintest idea
who Thomas was.

Why did you tell me this?

Don't you want to know?

What's up?

Not much.

God, I can't have done all this.

Don't touch the dishes, all right?

I'll be back to do them in a moment.

Thomas?

- Thomas?
- What?

You're trembling.

Take my coat.

Thank you.

John...

don't you dare sail off
to Portsmouth without my list.

Calm yourself.
We're just doing our chores.

We'll be back to eat before we go out.

What makes you think
you can beat this wind?

And for God's sake, don't forget to take

Karen back to the Appledore.

She's not comfortable
sleeping in the kitchen.

It's wonderful...
having company.

It's ludicrous to sit
in your bonnet doing nothing.

The men aren't taking you for hours.

Please, don't quarrel.

Not on this day.

What day?

Oh, sisters,

you must swear yourselves to secrecy.

I have not even told my husband.

Congratulations, my dear.

- Is it too soon to be decent?
- How can you be sure?

I am two months late.
January and February.

Perhaps it is the cold.

It is the cold that makes us
seek each other's warmth.

I'm so happy for you.

Hello!

Hello!

I knew it.
They couldn't beat that wind.

They've gone straight into Portsmouth.

What am I to do all day
dressed in these clothes?

It's a good question.
So, that is that.

The men will not be back tonight.

This kind of wind dies in the evening.

Unless they are at the harbor,
sails will not fill.

I cannot bear to spend the night alone.

You won't be alone.

You're with Karen and me.

I now encounter my most
difficult task of all...

which is that of confronting the events

of the 5th of March, 1873.

It is not that I do not
remember details of events,

for I do...
too vividly.

The colors sharp and garish;

Sounds heightened and abrasive,
as in a terrible dream

that one has over and over
and cannot escape.

The longer they stay away,
the fewer chores we have to do.

I'm hungry.

Should have eaten your supper.

I've just cleaned up the kitchen.

Maren?

Can I spend the night in your bed?

I am cold and afraid.

Don't be silly.

Perfectly safe and warm in your room.

Please?

I know it's childish, but please?

Come.

Just let the fire burn down.

Oh, Maren,

you are so watchful over us.

Like a mother hen.

Your face feels so warm.

Do you have a headache?

Anethe...

Is that better?

Yes.

Do you not miss John?

The attentions?

Sometimes it's hard to sit in a kitchen

till it is time for bed.

Do you do it every night?

Yes.

Us too.

Turn over.

Take off your nightgown.

My nightgown?

I want to rub your back.

Anethe...

There.

Is that good?

Yes.

I love you, Maren.

Did I hurt you?

No.

I love you too, Anethe.

I have discovered in my life

that it is not always for us
to know the nature of God,

or why he may bring in one night

pleasure and death
and rage and tenderness,

all intermingled,

so that one can barely
distinguish one from the other.

And it is all that one can do
to hang on to sanity.

- Sorry. I didn't mean to...
- Oh, Jesus Christ!

I can't believe you swam
all the way out here.

I had to.
Somebody stole the Zodiac.

Here. God, you must be freezing.
There you go.

You're crying.

- No, no I'm not.
- What are you up to here?

My God...!

I just needed
to take a few more pictures.

In the dark?

The murders happened in the dark.

What's this?

It's Maren Hontvedt's
statement to the prosecutor.

Looks like the original.

I sort of "borrowed" it
without permission.

It's not like you.

What am I like, Rich?

Go back to bed.

You all right?

- Yeah.
- Where you been?

I went to the island
to get a few more shots.

I came back the moment
it started to rain.

The other boats left 15 minutes ago.

I don't know what's going on.

Where's Adaline?

Still sleeping.

Here, would you take this line?

How'd you sleep?

- What's going on?
- What's going on with you?

Is it really bad?

Indicated by Doppler radar.

Category IV conditions,
including heavy rain,

tidal flooding and winds
above 75 miles an hour

are being reported along the coast...

We've got a front coming in
faster than I thought.

Okay.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Listen... the wind alone
could put us on the rocks.

So I'm gonna motor in,
same as the other boats did.

Even if we get caught out there

we'll be better than in here.

- Thomas?
- Yeah?

I need you to put sail ties
on the main, all right?

Tightly.

- Jean?
- Yeah?

You and Adaline lock down
anything that can move...

binoculars, camera, drawers...
anything that can shift.

There are extra bungee cords
in here if you need them.

Anything you don't want to get wet,

put inside a plastic bag and seal it.

- Jean?
- Yeah?

If this bilge pump stops
running, come get me, okay?

Here, put these on right now.

I'm going up.

You two gonna be all right?

Yeah.

I've never been in a storm before.

We'll be all right.

Did Rich help you last night
with your photographs?

You were gone a while.

I needed to get a few
more shots. He just swam out.

I guess he got worried
and came to check on me.

I wanted to meet you, Jean.

That's why I came.

Thomas has told me a lot about you.

Thank God.

I thought a husband might
cure you of perversion,

but I see you have only
grown more depraved.

You don't understand.
I was cold.

So you take off your nightgown?

- Please.
- Do you think me a fool?

- What is it?
- Oh, poor thing.

I had hoped to spare you this
for your own sweet sake.

Karen!

But now that Maren
has corrupted you as well...

- Stop it.
- She lay with your husband.

- Stop it, Karen.
- Her only brother!

Her sins could only be stopped
by sending her to America.

- It's not true, is it?
- I loved him as you do.

It was sickness, not love!

When your husband knows, he'll...

Maren! Oh, my God!

You don't think to scare me...?

Rich!

Rich! Rich!

Rich, there's water on the floor.

- What's wrong?
- We've lost power.

- I'll tell Rich!
- What's happened to your face?

- It's rough out there!
- Thomas, I wanna talk to you!

Where's Adaline?

She's seasick.
She went to lie down.

Rich, there's water over the teak.

- What?
- There's water over the teak!

Check the bilge pump!

Get out of the way.

We've lost the engine.

Jean, can you come take
the wheel for a moment?

Come up and I'll show you what to do.

- Thomas?
- The sooner the better.

Thomas...?

For God's sake, Jean, take the wheel!

Thomas, I love you.

Take the wheel!
Go!

Keep the seas behind you
like they are now.

Whatever you do, don't let
the waves get to the side.

You'll be fine.
Take the wheel.

Okay.

Here, put these on.

Damn it, hold tighter.
I'm holding as tight as I can.

- How bad is this?
- If we get water in that line,

we're fucked...
do you understand me?

Adaline!

Adaline!
You need a vest!

Adaline!

Adaline!

Anethe?

Anethe?

- Maren, please...!
- I never wanted you to know.

Please...?

Oh, please!

I'm so sorry.

Maren...

No one can say with any certainty,

unless he has lived
through such an experience,

how he will react when rage
overtakes the body and mind...

"the anguish so swift and so piercing,"

an attack of all the senses,

"like a sudden bite
on the hand."

Jean!
Get off the bow!

Adaline!
Adeline! Adaline!

Get off the bow!
What?

Give me your hand!

Oh... oh...

There he is!

Thomas!

And is that man among us today?

Silence! Silence!

Silence! Silence in court!

Hang him! Hang him!

Silence!

Jean, Jean, Jean...

Louis Wagner...

you have been found guilty
of murder in the first degree.

You are to be taken to
the state prison at Thomaston,

there to be hanged by the neck
until death ensues.

Thomas, Thomas...

This is my idea.
My brother-in-law has a boat.

I thought he could take us
to Smuttynose Island

where the murders happened.

We left our daughter
with her grandmother.

I thought it would be sort of a vacation.

It's one of those lies we all believe...

that you can mix business with pleasure.

The prosecutor will see you now.

Mrs. Hontvedt.
It's been quite some time.

I've come to make
a statement about the murders.

"The Lord is my Shepherd,"

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths
of righteousness

for His name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death.
I will fear no evil,

for Thou art with me.

"Thy rod and Thy staff
they comfort me..."

God is good. He cannot let
an innocent man suffer.

Louis Wagner is innocent.

God forgive me for letting you hang him.

"Amen."

Woman are naturally unstable, of course.

Not always to be believed.
Quite true, sir.

We must respect the jury's decision.

Is that understood?

There are times
in your life when you sense

that something is about to happen.

And at the same time
you realize it already has.

They say it's also true of dying.

You can see your life in an instant,

beginning with birth and ending
with total knowledge.

"Though they sink through the sea,"

they shall rise again.

Though lovers be lost...

"love shall not."

I believe that in the darkest hour,

God may restore faith
and offer salvation.

Toward dawn, in that cave,

I began to pray for the first time

since Evan had spoken harshly to me.

These were prayers that sprang from tears

shed in the blackest moments
of my wretchedness.

I prayed for the souls
of Karen and Anethe,

and for Evan,

who would walk up the path
to the cottage in a few hours

and wonder why his bride
did not greet him at the cove.

And again for Evan, who would
stagger away from that cottage

and that island, and never return again.

And I also prayed for myself,

who did not understand
the visions God had given me.