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-Mm...

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-Follow me.

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-What is this?

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-Here she is.

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-[ Jamaican accent ] What's going on?

-Expecting us?

-Madame? -Get up.

-Madame, wake up. -Get up!

-Our Father who art in heaven...

-What do you want with me? -...hallowed by thy name.

-Get yourself downstairs now!

-Thy kingdom come... -Why?

-...thy will be done... -You know why!

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-...on earth as it is in heaven.

-Madame?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

-She's dead. -[ Crying ]

-They're both dead.

Your mistress and your master, too.

-No!

-Which you well know, seeing as it's you who killed 'em.

[ Frannie sobs ]

-No, you can't be dead. -Come on.

-Please wake up. -Come on!

-No. No!

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[ Crying ]

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-Look at what you've done.

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[ Cuffs click ]

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[ Indistinct shouting ]

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-What have you done to her?

I told her.

[ Voice breaking ] I warned her.

What have you done to her?!

-...I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...

I shall fear no evil,

for thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

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[ Indistinct shouting ]

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-Got the twitches, have you?

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[ Cuffs click ]

Take it off, then.

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[ Indistinct conversations ]

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[ Door slams ]

[ Lock engages ]

-It won't rub off.

Now that you know, I'll thank you

to keep your hands to yourself.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Who do you think you are?

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-Remember.

[ No audio ]

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-Miss Langton.

Miss Langton!

Miss Langton.

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Ah, Miss Langton, William Pettigrew.

I'm your brief.

Do you know what one of those is?

-I have not instructed you.

-The Society has taken an interest in your case.

-The scientists or the do-gooders?

-What difference does it make?

-So I'll know whether you want to tame me or to rescue me.

-[ Chuckles ]

Tell them you will speak with me.

Double murder is a hanging offence, Miss Langton.

Do you have anyone else?

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[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Lock disengages ]

-It's going to be difficult for you to do your lawyering,

if you're not even prepared to be in the same room as me.

-[ Sighs ]

[ Door closes, lock engages ]

-Your reputation precedes you.

Unh-unh.

If you start guzzling this damned drug now,

I'll be unlikely to get any sense out of you

for quite some time.

-I guarantee laudanum will be more use to me than law.

-Well, I shall do my best

to provide a useful quantity of both.

But first, I need some information.

-I don't know what happened.

-You were arrested in your mistress' bed.

-It's where I slept.

It's where I always slept.

I didn't know she was dead.

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-[ Sighs ]

-I loved her...

...and she loved me.

-You loved her?

-Love isn't what you were expecting.

Fucking, maybe.

But not love.

-I can't help you unless you give me

something to help you with.

-I was sleeping.

And so was she.

That's all I remember.

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I'm sorry.

-Tell me what happened before you went to sleep.

-She wasn't well.

She wasn't up to hosting.

But Mr. Benham wanted a party.

He insisted on it.

Whenever he said, "Jump,"

everyone in that house said, "How high?"

So she went.

-And then?

-Then...

[ Glass shatters ]

...she and I had a...

...a set-to.

-A set-to?

-This is death.

-There's a rather long list of witnesses

claiming you threatened the Benhams last night

in front of their guests.

-Who?

Who is saying that?

-They've got a statement from the victim's cousin,

Miss Hephzibah Elliot.

She's saying you formed an unnatural attachment

to your mistress.

Then there's Mr. Olaudah Cambridge.

-Him?

Ask him where he was when she was dying.

-And the housekeeper says you had to be locked in the attic

after threatening the mistress.

-This is death!

I didn't threaten them.

You think George Benham was some kind of god.

Some great scientist, England's finest mind.

-Ladies and gentlemen, please pay no -- no attention.

-He had you all fooled.

-Well, that's quite a thing to say about the man

who took you in, gave you shelter.

-You don't know a thing about him.

-Didn't he take you in

when John Langton brought you here from Jamaica?

I've been told he sent you into service with him.

-John Langton did not send me into service.

He gave me to George Benham.

-I will play no part in slandering George Benham.

There won't be a juror in England

who'd be persuaded by it anyway.

Maybe I could set up a proper argument in mitigation.

I think we should weave your own history into it.

-What does my history have to do with this?

-The fact that you were enslaved in Jamaica.

We can use your background to your advantage.

-You want a slave story?

-I can only imagine what you must have suffered.

-You are making assumptions.

-The effects of the environment you were raised in.

That horrible institution.

You were inculcated in violence.

-You want me to say I did it?

-Well...we could run it alongside another argument.

You were intoxicated, so addled by laudanum,

you weren't aware of what you were doing.

We could find a doctor willing to swear to it.

-You have it all decided already.

-I'm trying to help you.

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-The thing you need to understand, Mr. Pettigrew...

is that I'm fed up of people like you

deciding who I am, or what I am,

as soon as you take one look at me.

And I will not confess to something

I don't believe I have done.

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[ Indistinct conversations ]

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[ Lock engages ]

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This is my story.

And it's a story of love,

though everyone expected it to be a story of murder.

In truth, no-one ever expects any kind of story

from a woman like me.

No doubt you're thinking this will be

just another one of those slave histories,

all sugared over with misery and despair.

It won't be...

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[ Knock on door ]

...because if you don't know by now

what went on in all of those West India estates,

then you haven't been paying attention.

This isn't a story about that.

-What took you so long?

-This is a story about me.

-I hope you made sure it was hot this time.

[ Water pouring ]

[ Water splashing ]

Good girl.

Hmm.

Make sure my papers are in order.

-They're in order. Don't worry.

-I want to take them to George

as soon as we get off this fucking ship.

-To who?

-Son of a bitch thinks he can just toss me aside.

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-You're going to Benham's house?

-You're going, too.

-No.

That man's house is the last place on Earth

I want to set foot.

Go on your own.

-Get dressed.

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[ Grunts ]

No.

The green.

[ Breathes sharply, grunts ]

[ Groans ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

-I don't want to go there.

-[ Grunts ]

You will go where I tell you.

[ Gulls crying, indistinct conversations ]

[ Clock chiming ]

Wait here.

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-No-one would believe that I was the one who followed him.

That I didn't run as soon as I set foot on English soil.

But what would I do?

Where would I go?

-Be very careful with this one.

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Come.

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-Sir.

This won't end well.

It won't.

It did not end well with the boy, yet here we are again.

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[ Door opens ]

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Where do you think you're going?

-I beg your pardon?

-She's impudent.

That will have to change.

-Go with her.

-How long will you be?

[ Door slams ]

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-Langton, I thought I'd made myself clear.

-My house burnt down.

Where else did you think I would go?

-I'll take the girl.

But you must find somewhere else to lay your head.

-Don't worry about me.

-Whatever association we may have had, Langton, is at an end.

-Just read it.

-First thing you will do is scrub your hands.

-Is this how your guests are treated?

-[ Laughs ] -I suppose you'll soon learn

how our guests are treated,

but for now, you'll learn how our hands are treated.

Kettle.

Hot water.

Soap. Wash yourself.

If you know how.

I will not abide strange smells.

-I won't make any.

-For pity's sake.

Where do you think you're going?

-Let me quote Locke, in the hope that his words

might drill through to you --

"Whatever I write, as soon as I discover it not to be true,

my hand shall be forwardest to throw it into the fire."

-How dare you?!

-Whatever happened to the little albino boy?

Another casualty of your fire?

-You shall not roam the house at will, girl.

You shall learn to do as you are bid.

-The albino was the last straw. -It was your idea!

-Gentlemen, I do beg your pardon.

She would not settle downstairs.

-Langton, I am treated like a servant here.

-You are a servant here.

-Charles! -What?

-Do not embarrass me.

-You're leaving? -And you're staying.

-I'm not staying here.

I am not staying here! Langton!

-I said, "Do not embarrass me."

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-It's a havey-cavey business if you ask me.

Tipping a woman onto a man's doorstep.

No-one ever asks me.

You people think you can just come here

and snatch the bread from an Englishman's mouth.

-Is he coming back?

-I like this arrangement even less than you do.

But we serve a common master now.

Mr. Benham is our superintendent,

just as God is his.

There are many English girls who would give their eyeteeth

to serve as housemaid to George Benham.

-No...

-Enough.

[ Snaps fingers ] Follow me.

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You will sleep in the scullery.

I will not take any chances on you

roaming the house while we sleep.

No-one will force you, girl.

We don't deal in that kind of savagery here.

You must make your own choices.

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[ Door slams, lock engages ]

[ Footsteps departing ]

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[ Latch rattles ]

[ Pounding on door ]

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-[ Crying ]

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[ Birds chirping ]

[ Flames crackling ]

[ Tapping ]

-[ Shivering ]

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[ Shivering ]

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[ Footsteps approaching ]

[ Door rattling ]

Hello?

[ Door rattling ]

Open this door!

[ Pounding on door ] Hello?!

Let me out!

[ Pounding on door ]

-Door's unlocked.

If she'd quieten down for just one minute, then she'd see...

that there is quite simply

no need for all this fuss.

Porridge is under the fire cover.

The yellow bowl on the table has been set aside for you.

Don't use any of the others.

Do you know how to use a spoon?

-Are you serious?

-You will address me as "ma'am."

-I am well aware of the customs of English dining...

ma'am.

-There's a rush light for you there.

Make that one last the month.

Soap you'll get on the same schedule.

Change into that.

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-I've never seen a blacky this close before.

The little Black boy was here before my time.

Did you really not know he was going to leave you here?

That must have been a shock.

Quite the chatterbox, aren't you?

I suppose it's good you are quiet,

after the fuss you made last night.

-I can't stay here.

I can't.

-You should try to just get on with things.

Any house can be strange at first,

but you get used to it, don't you?

Give no bother, and you'll get none.

You'll get your wages at Michaelmas,

same as the rest of us.

Every second Sunday off for church.

And the master's kind enough.

As for Madame...

she's very beautiful, but...

French...

which Mrs. Linux can never forgive her for.

Each of them on their own is fine.

It's marriage that seems to bring out the worst in them.

He can never be exciting enough for her,

but she can never be tame enough for him...

[ Indistinct conversation ] Frances.

-All over the Almack's. -[ Laughs ]

Not even discreet.

-Morning, ma'am... Madame.

-[ French accent ] And you are?

-The new girl, ma'am.

From the Indies.

-Frances Langton.

-Mm, I see.

-Meg, come along.

-Something new at last in this old boneyard.

And how are you finding us, Frances?

-A shock.

-[ Laughs ]

Mm. I suppose we are, aren't we?

-Milton.

-You know of it?

-"The mind is its own place,

and in itself can make a heaven of hell...

...a hell of heaven." -"...a hell of heaven."

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[ Carriage door closes, hoofbeats ]

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-And the tinderboxes are kept in here.

-"The African is sly.

Lascivious, lazy.

What would such a person do with freedom?

Freeing them would only put the devil in their heads."

-Where did you get that?

-You know very well where I got it.

-What are you doing going through my things?

-Your Mr. Langton wrote this?

"Furthermore, we can prove, using the scientific method,

that the Negro is well-suited to the work

he's been given in the West Indies.

He is contented with it.

He neither needs, nor desires to be freed.

And the limits of any man's achievements

lie at the limits of his desire."

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-[ Sobbing ]

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-Eat it, since you want to read it.

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-Langton's girl.

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Stay.

-Sir? [ Cat meows ]

-I'd like a word with you.

-It was my idea, you know, your education.

To see if we could make an English schoolboy out of you.

Only we spared you the flogging and the fagging.

-You did not spare me anything.

-Perhaps Langton didn't.

And I wish I'd known what he'd been up to in that regard.

Please, take a seat.

Now, our original intention was to engage in a study

of the natural mental endowments of each race of men.

That was all.

But...

Langton, he was the one experimenting on human beings.

I was sponsoring him for science, not savagery.

And now that he's here, my name is being dragged

into all of the gossip

and speculation concerning him alone.

I told him repeatedly not to come here.

He took it too far...

-Until I sat face to face with him,

it hadn't occurred to me that he would simply lie.

That he would pretend he had no idea

what Langton had been doing,

that he had not been the one who put him up to it.

-I want to know everything that happened there.

Every last thing.

The truth.

-I was his scribe.

That's all.

But, of course, I was lying, too.

-Mm-hmm.

-You want me to confess Langton's sins?

-Oh, I think we both know

a thing or two about man's imperfections.

About atonement?

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Very well.

While you're here, would you mind...

...taking down your hair?

-What?

-Not that. What do you take me for?

I only want to study it.

[ Drawer opens ]

[ Drawer closes ]

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-For so many years, I told myself that if my path

ever crossed his, I'd make sure he felt it.

And then my courage failed me when I had the chance.

-May I?

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All that I had been through at Paradise...

-55.

-...all that I had done had been because of George Benham.

-10 1/2.

Had been because he had pulled Langton's strings.

And then to find myself in his house,

having to sit there while he toyed with me...

-You know, I think we should speak frankly.

It would assist us both.

...it was, at times...

more than I could bear.

[ Door opens, closes ]

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[ Door closes ]

Can this last?

Run away with me, please.

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Become your own woman.

[ Key jingling, lock disengages, door opens ]

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[ Door closes, lock engages ]

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-[ Jamaican accent ] Frannie.

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What have you done to yourself?

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[ Smooches, sniffles ]

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-Sal?

-Oh, my sweet girl.

-[ Crying ]

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-Me bring you this.

You going to have to look presentable

when them take you to court.

And me bring you this for now.

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-Sal was always rescuing me.

This time was no different.

If there was anyone

who could bring me comfort at my lowest point...

Let me see.

-...it was her. -Oh!

Beautiful.

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-Sal...

what am I going to do?

-Oh, come here.

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We could start by fixing your hair.

-What's wrong with my hair?

-[ Laughs ] Sorry.

What me tell you?

Something like this was bound to 'appen to that man.

Him finally get what him deserve.

I would-a told you to kill all two of them long time.

If I thought you had it in you.

One thing I know for sure --

Hell would have to freeze over before you could kill her.

-We argued, Sal.

Just before their guests arrived.

I said some truly awful things.

-A foolishness ya talk.

You never kill anybody.

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And where you get that?

-Thank you for my hair.

-Me come here to help ya, and you not even help yourself.

You just a-slipped right back into that poison.

Ku paan yuh.

Frannie, no more of this.

You hear me?

You have to try to remember.

You have to think.

We have to fight this.

[ Voice breaking ] Please, Frannie, please.

[ Sniffles ]

Or them are gon' kill you.

-She's dead, Sal.

They are going to kill me.

-And no amount of love talk gonna help you.

-Maybe.

But I have nothing left.

It's all I have.

It's all I had.

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It's all I wanted.

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[ Door opens, closes ]

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-Are you just going to stand there?

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-Ma'am, I beg your pardon.

-Madame. Please don't "ma'am" me.

-You're a writer?

-Writer? [ Scoffs ]

I'm a wife.

My husband would say that is occupation enough

for any wife of his.

-But you're making notes.

-I find it hard to read without scribbling

my own thoughts alongside.

-I do that, too.

-I think everyone should be prescribed a poem a day,

don't you?

Though Byron here is proof, if ever it were needed,

that a man is merely spoiled by his vices...

while a woman is soiled by hers.

-I've always wanted to write.

-Hmm.

Not such a straightforward ambition for a woman.

-No.

I think that men write to separate themselves

from the common history.

Women write to try to join it.

-[ Chuckles ]

English maids are not so well-spoken as you are.

Nor as well-read.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

-What do you think you're doing?

Did I not tell you to be seen and not heard?

-Surely I can decide who I wish to see or hear in my own house,

Mrs. Linux.

The girl was only answering my questions.

And while we're at it, I think I should dictate

the sleeping arrangements in my own house, also.

I'm sure there is more than enough room

for Frances upstairs with Prudence.

-As you wish.

In any event, it was you I came to see, Madame.

You've not responded to my enquiries this morning.

That is why I came up.

-Your enquiries are tiresome.

That is why I did not come down.

-I thought perhaps Prudence had not delivered my messages.

-She did.

-Very well.

There is still the matter of the portrait.

The master is wondering why it is back on display.

-I put it back.

-By yourself?

-He made the boy disappear...

...and now he wants the painting to disappear, also.

-Be that as it may, Mrs. Benham, this sort of thing

is not so much in vogue now, is it?

I have asked Charles to see to it.

Thought I'd give you fair warning.

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-[ Sighs ]

[ Violin playing ]

-...this afternoon. -Delicious.

-I was worried I'd made it too dry again.

-It's very nice.

-Don't get up.

Please. -I beg pardon.

Were we disturbing you, madam? -Oh, no.

Mr. Casterwick, please, do go on.

-I'm sure I won't be playing what you're used to.

-It's the violin, Mr. Casterwick.

Whatever you play will be a lament.

-Where is Mr. Benham?

[ Violin playing ]

Your husband, Madame?

-Your guess is as good as mine, Mrs. Linux.

Trying to locate the master of this house

after nightfall is a fool's errand.

-It's Madeira, Madame.

Baked this afternoon.

Shall I have Prudence bring you up a slice?

-We should have a dance. Why not?

Our own little kitchen ball.

Come on, Charles, move the chairs.

Allez. Hurry up. Vite, vite.

Now, Mr. Casterwick, might you have something

a little less, er...

funeral-like in your repertoire?

-Certainly, ma'am.

-[ Tapping foot ]

[ Up-tempo violin music plays ] -[ Laughs ]

Frances?

We're a man short.

You or I must play the breeches role.

Hand out. -Charles. Come dance with me.

-Follow me. -All right.

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-And round!

And change.

[ Laughs ]

Whoo!

Arm.

Now come here.

Whoo-hoo!

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-Whoa! [ Laughs ]

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-[ Sighs ] Good night.

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-Love didn't do a thing for you back then,

and it gonna do even less for you now.

-They are going to say I'm a murderer anyway.

Sal...

a thief...

a whore.

How can I fight it?

If they point the finger at me, who's going to believe

someone else could have done it?

I have done many terrible things.

You know that, Sal.

[ Voice breaking ] I have been many terrible things.

But I was hers, also.

They cannot tell me what I feel.

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Neither can you.

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It wasn't just love.

It was all the things we aren't supposed to feel.

Need, want, anger, too.

Anger and want.

Equal as butter and sugar in a pound cake.

I let myself want something.

And I let myself imagine she might want it, too.

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