All language subtitles for The.Confessions.of.Frannie.Langton.S01E04.720p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE

-We're off to Long Reach
tomorrow.

-What's in Long Reach?

-Mr. Benham's brother,
Lord Percy.

-Baby brother, where the devil
have you been hiding, hmm?

-Meg is carrying on with the
girl right under your nose.

-You stole my trust
by taking what is mine.

-Madame!

But the trouble wit' you,

you couldn't leave
the people dem alone.

Why am I here?

Olaudah was a friend
to me once.

-I don't know what happened.

I was sleeping.

-Double murder is a hanging
offence, Miss Langton.

-How can I be sure
I didn't do it?

♪♪

[ Door closes ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Footsteps approach ]

[ Keys jangle ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Every English trial
is a story of a crime,

not a person.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

-Murderess!

-By the time they've finished
with you,

they could almost make you
hate your own self.

♪♪

And mine...

-I will have silence
in this court!

-...was no different.

♪♪

-Frances Langton is indicted
of the willful murder

of George Benham
and Marguerite Benham.

In that on the 17th day
of February

in the year of our Lord 1826,

she did strike and stab them
until they were dead.

Mr. Jessop to conduct
the prosecution.

-And may it please
your lordship.

Gentlemen, I appear
for the Crown

and my learnt friend Mr. --
er...

Pettigrew appears
for the accused.

The Crown's case
could not be simpler.

On the evening of the 17th,

Mr. and Mrs. Benham
were stabbed to death.

He in his library,
she in her own bedchamber.

This woman, the
prisoner at bar,
stands accused of those crimes.

The medical evidence will show
that the victims succumbed

to stab wounds
to the chest and throat

and that
Mrs. Benham was with child.

[ Court gasps ]

The fetus was recovered
from beneath the prisoner's bed.

Stored in an apothecary jar.

Together with this...

It has been identified
as the weapon used

to commit those crimes.

-I never touched that knife!
-Prisoner at the bar!

-I told him, someone must have
put it there!

-Prisoner at the bar,
I will have silence.

Mr. Jessop, you may proceed.

-Thank you, my lord.

You will hear from guests
in attendance

at the Benhams' soiree
that earlier that night,

she confronted them
in their own drawing room

and threatened them
with death.

[ Court gasps ]

You will also hear that she was
turned out for thieving

and that she took
to prostitution.

And that when she returned

to the Benhams' household
last week,

she had revenge in mind.

You will also hear that
when she was apprehended,

she was found beside...

-They looked at me
and saw only anger.

God forbid they saw the truth.

-Sit down, both of you.

Have you asked her?

-Not yet.

-Then ask her now.

-Mr. Benham's man of affairs
has located a house in Cornwall,

somewhere discreet...

and arranged an
annuity for you.

After the child is born,

Mr. Benham and I
will go back to London...

and you will stay there.

-You're asking what?

-You'll take the child
and raise it.

-And do what with it?

-Whatever you want.

It will have nothing
to do with us.

-[ Sobbing ]

-This is why you sent for me?

-I'm sorry.
I thought that you...

-You thought I would do anything
for you?

-In the meantime, so far as
the gossips are concerned,

everything in this household
will continue as usual.

Tomorrow, I will host our soiree
as planned.

I expect you to play
the glittering wife.

Give them marvellous Meg.

♪♪

-You never saw Meg anywhere
without that girl in tow.

There was something
rather obsessive about it.

-Thank you, Miss Elliot.

No further questions, my lord.

-Are you suggesting that there
was something sinister

in the behaviour
of a dutiful Abigail

towards her mistress,
Miss Elliot?

-I'm merely telling the jurors
what I observed.

-But you would agree
that it formed part

of my client's duties to serve
as companion to Mrs. Benham?

-Yes.

-How would you describe your own
feelings towards Mrs. Benham?

-We were fond of each other.

-Is it fair to say that she
could be mean at times?

Selfish?

-I refuse to slander a friend.

-If your answer would be
slander, Miss Elliot,

that is the answer.

She did not afford
you the same courtesy.

I have here an extract
of a manuscript

she was working
on late last year.

"Hep is far from handsome, but
she does have handsome thoughts.

We both wanted to live as men.
Now she proves an irritant.

She calls it selfishness
that I am not prepared to be

consumed by her,
by her affections."

-I shouldn't be surprised.

Meg "the magpie", I called her.

Behind her back, naturally.

She was always
collecting things.

Collecting people.

You think it was different...

for you?

-Miss Elliot, please
direct your answers
towards me or the jury.

-Don't fool yourself
that you were the only one,

or that she felt an ounce
of real love for you.

It was lust.

[ Court gasps ]

Lust!

She never cared that she hurt
people and then just left us.

She left us!

♪♪

She was a bitch!

-Miss Elliot!

I'm going to stop you there,

to prevent you from
slandering a dead woman,

even if you insist
on slandering yourself.

-She and I might have been
equal in our devotion,

but we were equal
in our anger, too.

-Now you both want me
to wash away your sins?

-Frances, I am so sorry.

I am so sorry.

He said he would divorce me,
leave me with nothing.

If I was to have a Black child,
in the wake of a divorce,

I would be on the streets.

I have to do what he wants.

A Black child.

I would be finished,
and you know it.

I must give up the child...

...and then I must give you up.

♪♪

-We wish to call Dr. Wilkes,
my lord.

-Call Dr. Wilkes.

-They had each sustained
deep gashes

to the upper and middle chest.

The constable delivered
a butchering knife

to the hospital,

which he said
had been discovered

beneath the prisoner's bed.

I matched the blade directly
to the victims' wounds.

-And did you notice
anything else?

-Nothing unusual.

Except Mrs. Benham had
recently been with child.

There were very clear signs,

enlargement of the uterus,
general flaccidity,

oedema of the bladder.

It couldn't have been
born alive.

But that's not to say it
couldn't also have fallen victim

to whatever caused
its mother's death.

By God's hand, or a savage one.

-Gentlemen, she killed her

and then carved the unborn child
from her womb.

-She miscarried.

-Prisoner at the bar,
I will have silence!

Mr. Pettigrew,

I hope you've been
able to assure yourself

that your client's capable
of understanding

the nature of these proceedings
and following

along like
a civilised person.

[ Door closes ]

[ Liquid pours ]

♪♪

-Where is it?

♪♪

-I took it upstairs.

-What will you do with it?

Will you keep it?

[ Sobbing ]

My husband always said it was
my fault there were no children.

♪♪

♪♪

-She had brought it on herself.

But like so many things,
we just didn't speak about it.

♪♪

-Jane.

Come.

Martha!

Come!

-What is it, Sal?
Is it Fran?

-You're not gon' believe it.

That man was there today,
testifying against her.

Wilkes.
-Wilkes?

-Something not right.

No way Wilkes can just pop up

out of nowhere to
point fingers against Frannie.

Unh-uh.

That don't make no sense.

-What can we do?

-Find Farley.

Make him stay put.

Them lawyers of hers
too hard-ears

to do them job right,
but we goin' make them listen.

-Now, my lord,
we wish to call Eustacia Linux.

Mrs. Linux, you were housekeeper
for Mr. George Benham?

-For seven years.

And for Sir Percy before him.

-Let me take you back
to that evening.

Can you tell us what happened?

-She came downstairs
to the parlour, went right up

to Mrs. Benham and said
she was going to kill her.

-That's not true!

-She said, "This means death."

[ Crowd murmurs ]

-After we had finished
tidying up downstairs,

I went up to his library

to discuss what was to be done
with her, to...

And that's when I found him...

My poor master.

[ Sobbing ]

-One last thing, Mrs. Linux.

Do you recognise this knife?

-It is my butchering knife.

-When did you last see it?

-While we were tidying up
that night.

I locked it away
in the cupboard.

-Did the prisoner have access
to the kitchen?

-Yes.

-Thank you.

-According to your testimony,
you went straight

from your master's dead body
to your mistress's bedchamber?

I'm waiting for your answer,
Mrs. Linux.

-Well, I'm waiting
for your question.

[ Laughter ]

-You did not send
for the constable

after discovering Mr. Benham.

Your own evidence puts you
in both places

where crimes were committed
that night

before anyone
had discovered them.

I put it to you, that in order
to cover your own tracks,

it suits you
to implicate my client.

-That is utterly ridiculous!

-You'd been quarrelling with
your master in recent months,

hadn't you?

You were angry about the fact

that he'd allowed the prisoner
to live in the house.

-We knew nothing about her.

Only that she came
from a savage place.

-And you argued
with your mistress, too.

You complained often
about having to serve

a "damned French woman".

-Has she told you all this?

-You have admitted here that the
murder weapon belonged to you.

You were angry with
the Benhams.

And that very night, you
announced you'd prefer death

to enduring it
a minute longer...

-My lord!

-You had every opportunity
to kill them,

moving unobserved
about the house...

-That's quite enough,
Mr. Pettigrew.

-I did nothing that night,
except what I have always done.

Nor was I the one threatened
to kill them

who was covered in blood.

-Blood that could have
transferred onto my client

as she lay there sleeping.

-Her own mistress massacred
right next to her,

and yet she never woke?

-No further questions, my lord.

-This is what made it
so difficult

to be sure I hadn't done it.

I still couldn't make
sense of it, even then.

-We'll adjourn until,
uh...

two o'clock.

-All rise.

-Pettigrew.

Pettigrew!

-Yes?
-We need to talk.

♪♪

♪♪

-I just...

I don't see how Frances...

The prisoner, sir.

I-I don't see how she could
have done this thing.

You call her a savage,

but that's not
what I knew of her, not at all.

Maybe we're just not used
to seeing blacks here.

I'd never met one before,
but it turned out

she had two thumbs
like the rest of us.

She wasn't used to some of
the ways of an English house

and she always felt
the cold...

-Thank you, Miss Rattray.

-...but once she
started waiting on
Madame, her spirits improved.

They were so fond of each other
that I just don't see

how Frances
could have done this thing.

-Thank you, Miss Rattray.

I won't trouble you further.

-No questions, my lord.

♪♪

-These somnambulistic
states, trances,

I suppose a layperson
would call them,

involve the consciousness
and unconsciousness

to the same degree
and at the same time.

The person affected can still
have the will to act,

but the moral nature
is entirely wanting,

because they've lost
the regulating power

of their own mind.

-In other words, they're not
responsible for their actions?

-Quite!

It's a kind of insanity.

-Could the same state be
produced

by an excessive
amount of opium?

-Yes, indeed.

We are, of course, talking not
about a sleeping state

but a soporific one.

-Please stop crying.
You're free now.

Isn't that what you wanted?

-You are being cruel.
-I am being honest.

But you have no idea
what honesty looks like.

You'll have no more use
for me now.

Come with me.
Please.

-Oh, Frances.

Frances, wake up!

How many times?

What do you think
the two of us would do?

Live happily in a little cottage
by the sea?

-I believe, from what
you've told me,

that this might be
what affected your client

on the night in question.

[ Door creaks ]

-Thank you, Dr. Lushing.

-My lord, you are suggesting

that the prisoner
took herself upstairs,

killed her master, then --

[claps hands]
presto --

killed her mistress,
all in this alleged trance.

-It is a form of derangement.

-Well, there we agree.

It would be the first
in my experience,

and in English law,

if a woman could simply
get away with murder

by claiming she didn't
remember committing it.

No further questions, my lord.

-Mr. Pettigrew?

-My lord, I have
an urgent application.

There have been some
new developments

over the luncheon
adjournment.

New evidence brought
to my attention.

We wish to recall Dr. Wilkes.

-I hope this isn't
an attempt to time waste.

This trial is already
taking up too much time.

Very well.

We will adjourn.

-All rise!

-We've had some good news,
thanks to your friend.

It seems we can mount
an attack on Wilkes.

-Meaning what?

-Dr. Wilkes, when you testified
this morning,

you said you examined
Mrs. Benham's stomach contents.

-As I said,
I found nothing of any note.

Only the remains of the food
Mrs. Benham had eaten.

-Nothing else?

-No.

-In other words, you found
what you were looking for.

-I beg your pardon?

-What did you know about
Mrs. Benham

before you
cut her open, Dr. Wilkes?

Did you know how often
she indulged in laudanum,

for example?

Dr. Wilkes?

-I had been told she had
a prescription

from the family physician.

-Did you test for it?

-There would have
been no point.

It would have been
entirely consistent

with her medical history.

-I suppose what I'm wondering,
Dr. Wilkes,

is how you would know

that the quantities present
were consistent

with Mrs. Benham's
medical history

if you did not test?

-My lord!

My lord, I have tolerated
a great deal

during the course
of these proceedings,

but I cannot,
I cannot sit idly by

while my sister-in-law
continues to be slandered!

Her private affairs,
my brother's private affairs,

picked over by vultures
in this courtroom.

Is there no concern
for the dignity of the deceased?

-You may rest assured I would
allow no such thing,

Lord Benham.

You may wish
to resume your seat.

-Dr. Wilkes, I put it to you

that you deliberately overlooked
the presence of opium

in Mrs. Benham's
stomach contents.

-Mr. Pettigrew,

you've had quite some time
on this path now.

I suggest that you set yourself
on another.

-My lord, I believe I'm entitled
to cross-examine this witness.

-You cross-examined this witness
this morning.

Now you seem to be
digging old ground.

-My lord, I assure you,
this is new ground entirely.

A witness has come forward.

Dr. Farley.

He was Dr. Wilkes's former
assistant at St Thomas's.

It was Dr. Farley who performed
both autopsies, not Dr. Wilkes!

-Absurd!

-Have you called this
Dr. Farley?

-My solicitor informs me

that it has not been possible
to locate him.

He had assured us
that he would attend court.

I suspect he's understandably
concerned

about what might happen to him.

According to my instructions,
his employment was terminated

at the behest
of Lord Percival Benham.

-Mr. Pettigrew...

-No doubt in an attempt
to discredit him.

-Mr. Pettigrew --

-To silence him,
and it seems to have worked.

-I am warning you not to stray
into contempt of this court.

If you cannot produce
this doctor,

then nothing he might have said
may be relied upon,

nor can you expect to
cross-examine

Dr. Wilkes about it.

-I must be able to cross-examine
about these matters.

-You well know, you may not.

-It is a matter
of grave importance.

Dr. Farley concluded that

Mrs. Benham died by opium
poisoning, not by stabbing!

-My lord!

-Given her habits, any overdose
would have been

most likely self-administered.

In fact, this would not
have been the first time.

-Madame.

-There were no knife wounds
found on her body.

None.
Look!

His clothes are soaked, yet hers
stained in a manner consistent

with a woman
who had just lost a child.

-Mr. Pettigrew,
this is your last warning.

Dr. Wilkes, you do not have to
answer any further questions.

-Dr. Wilkes, I put it to you
that you conspired

with Lord Percival Benham
to ensure that word

of Mrs. Benham's overdose
would never become public.

-My lord, this is pandemonium!

-She was not stabbed.

-That you altered notes
made by your junior doctor,

who performed the autopsy.

-Mr. Pettigrew, that is enough!

Silence in court!

-I didn't do it.

-Mr. Pettigrew,

your behaviour
disgraces the bar.

Dr. Wilkes, you are discharged.

You were, in fact, discharged
several moments ago.

Gentlemen, please disregard

everything
that you've just heard.

This is my fault entirely.

I have allowed matters
to get beyond me.

We will, um...

adjourn until, uh,
tomorrow morning.

-My lord!
-All rise!

♪♪

[ Handcuffs click ]

[ Door opens ]

-I will never
understand these people.

-It's true?

-It was the laudanum
that kill her.

No doubt about it.

Wilkes never even went anywhere
near the bodies,

him only pretended afterwards.

-But how did you find out?

-Remember when me tell you about
the doctor that got paid off

when Benham cripple the girl?

Well, it was Wilkes.

Me knew something not smell
right when me see him.

And Farley was his assistant
back then also.

Me found him in his cups.

There's a pub right there where
the pair of them always went.

Some of the women knew because
they been keeping an eye on them

ever since what happened.

Farley told me Lord Percy
got to Wilkes,

paid him to lie against you.

Said there not goin' be
a suicide in him family tree.

-She killed herself.

-Farley still too coward
to come forward.

But at least this time,
him tell the trut'.

-I don't know what to say.

You did this, Sal.

-It might not make
no difference.

After all that.

She lose her baby,
them say you do it.

She kill herself,
them say you do it.

When it goin' stop?

[ Indistinct whispering ]

♪♪

-Mr. Jessop, you may
call you next witness.

-My lord, we wish
to call Dr. Pears.

He was the family physician
to the Benhams for many years.

He will testify...

♪♪

♪♪

-You never stop thinking
about yourself, do you?

You still won't
take responsibility...

for anything.

♪♪

♪♪

-[ Breathing shakily ]

-Gentlemen, I instruct you
to disregard everything

that you have heard

regarding the cause of death
of either Mr. or Mrs. Benham,

except Dr. Wilkes'
evidence in chief,

given yesterday morning.

My lord!

-I direct that
no further reports

be made of any of the evidence,

in respect of which I have
now directed an embargo.

Prisoner at the bar,
this is your chance

to address the jurors
in your own defence.

Your barrister
cannot speak for you.

Do you understand?

You must tell the jurors,
in your own words,

whatever it is you have
to say for yourself.

-But I didn't do it.

[ Court murmurs ]

I could think of nothing to say
that any of them would believe.

So...

I told the truth.

I loved her.

[ Court murmurs ]

If I am guilty of anything,

I am guilty of that.

I was a woman who
loved a woman.

Chief among all of
the womanly sins.

Like barrenness...

and thinking.

You bring people here.

You try them.

You make them beg.

Tell them what they can
and can't say.

In the whole sum
of human history,

by what order have you
white men been wrong

more than you've been right?

You will never try yourselves.

You will never
take responsibility.

You build statues for men
who build themselves

on the backs of other men.

You celebrate yourselves,

the way you celebrate
George Benham.

You think he was a good man.

A great one.

Your finest mind.

No man who owns slaves
can be good.

-That is enough.

-My lord, I find this
all rather edifying.

Perhaps the prisoner
should be allowed to conclude?

-Very well.

-According to all of you,

John Langton is a monster
in plain sight.

But what was the difference
between him and George Benham?

♪♪

♪♪

-Prisoner at the bar,
what are you looking at?

♪♪

-I thought I was lucky.

You told me it wasn't luck.

Remember?

You told me.

You were right.

I wish I had never set foot
inside that place.

All I wanted was just to have
the pages

of a book beneath my fingers.

Fresh air.

Early mornings.

A mirror.

I told myself I didn't have
any choice.

-Prisoner at the bar,

I should warn you not
to waste this court's time.

-I'll tell them the truth
about what happened there.

And what I helped them with.

♪♪

John Langton wanted to prove
that the African

is not a member
of the human species

by doing experiments
on the people he owned...

-Don't bring me into this!

[ Gavel bangs ]
-Mr. Langton, silence.

-Cadavers, at first.

But then surgeries...

with no ether.

It was George Benham
who told him where to look,

who to buy, who wanted all of it
done in the first place.

[ Indistinct whispering ]

John Langton bought a boy
and his mother last year.

Even after the trade
had been abolished,

he bought them illegally...

...and George Benham
financed it.

He wanted to conduct
a study of an albino...

[ Gavel bangs ]

...and Langton
had found him one.

There was a woman
there at Paradise.

My mother.

She tried to save him.

I had been left
to watch the boy,

she came to get him...

but I didn't know
what Langton would do.

I was afraid.

We fought so long that
by the time she did manage

to get him away from me...

...it was too late.

If you gave me the
choice of one moment
to undo, to take back...

it would be the day
I let you down.

I was a coward, and because
of that, because of me...

♪♪

-[ Exhales sharply ]

-Prisoner at the bar.

Have you finished?

-[ Sniffles ]

John Langton
murdered her for it.

My mother.

He murdered her!

-How can I sit here
while you let her slander me?!

[ Gavel bangs ]
-Enough!

-I knew had to spring myself
from his trap.

I saved that boy.

I burnt it all down.

Every blade of grass,
every plank of wood

on his damn estate!

-You bitch!
You ruined me, you bitch!

You'll hang!
You'll hang!

[ Gavel bangs ]
-Please, take him away.

-You bitch!

You --

♪♪

-Mr. Jessop,
your cross.

-My lord.

I did not hear a
denial from you in
that whole unedifying speech.

-I am denying it now.

Then I assume your sleepwalking
defence is now withdrawn.

-He might have been
saying that.

I am not.
-I see.

By your own admission,
a moment ago,

you have done monstrous things.

I say you are the monster
who murdered George Benham.

The monster who murdered
his wife.

-No.

-I suppose you would have
murdered John Langton, too,

given half the chance.

-Someone should.

[ Court murmurs ]

-Which is exactly
what you thought about

George Benham, too, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Furthermore, you claim to have
been in love with your mistress.

You knew she was pregnant
with her husband's child.

And you could not tolerate this
symbol of her rejection of you.

And so you killed her.
-I did not.

-You killed her and then carved
the unborn child from her womb.

-She miscarried.

She was in no fit state
for anything.

But he was still forcing her
to go down there.

To play his glittering wife.

-What do you think
the two of us would do?

Live happily in a little cottage
by the sea?

I have to go downstairs.

Stay here.

-You are the one who is cruel.

Cruel and a coward.

That child is better off!

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

♪♪

[ Door opens ]

[ Glasses clattering ]

This is death.

This is death!

-But that's not all you did,
is it?

No.

Because in that moment,
according to your lawyer,

you were some sort
of automaton.

A killing machine.

And now you'd been given
a reason to kill.

-No.
-He was turning you out.

Again.

And so you killed him.
You killed his wife.

-No.
-Didn't you?

-No.
-You killed George Benham.

-He deserved to die!

[ Indistinct chatter ]

♪♪

He deserved to die.

♪♪

-[ Groaning ]

She's ill.

You need to send for a doctor.

-No.
-Please!

-It's the damned drug,
you know it is.

Look at you,
you're on it yourself.

-No.

It's not that.

Something's very wrong.

-Get off me!

Tomorrow, she'll still be
the same thorn in my side

that she always is!

And even if she's ill,
I think it was de Sade who said,

"It's better to have a dead wife
than an unfaithful one."

The only man that she had
to avoid in the whole of London

happened to be
the one she fucked.

And as for you,
do you know what,

you're worse than both of them.

The things that you did
at Paradise

and now here, under
my own roof.

You really are John Langton's
bastard, aren't you?

You're animal,
do you understand?

You're filthy!
You're disgusting!

You should be ashamed of
yourself --

-Aah!

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-[ Gasping ]

-[ Breathing shakily ]

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-And so you killed him?

-I killed him.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

I am not sorry
for what I did to him.

I had just had enough
of everything.

Of all of it.

Afterwards, I went upstairs.

What choice did I have?

I should have run, of course,

taken myself back
into the streets.

But I went back up...

to her.

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When they told me
she was dead...

I thought, at first,

it was because she was ill.

She was burning up.

But when they told me
she had been stabbed...

and after what I had done, I...

I didn't know.

I didn't know
and I needed to know.

I know you think I should have
confessed

everything at the start.

But I needed to know
I hadn't killed her first.

I needed to know.
I needed to know.

-I don't know about you,
but I've never seen anything

quite like this
in a very long career.

Nevertheless, there are
still procedures to follow.

-My lord, gentlemen
of the jury,

you may be bewildered
by what has happened here today,

but, in fact, I have never seen
a more straightforward case.

-...laboured under
a state of mind

so disordered to deprive
her of responsibility,

as Mr. Pettigrew suggests...

-...Mr. Benham was stabbed to
death, he in his library,

she in her own bedchamber.

-Gentlemen of the jury.

Have you reached a verdict?

-We have.

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Guilty, my lord.

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-Both?

Guilty of both?

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-Frances Langton,

the scriptures say that
whosoever shall spill blood,

his blood also shall be spilt.

I now impose upon you
the sentence of the law

and direct that you,
Frances Langton,

be taken from here
to the place whence you came,

and thence to the place
of execution

where you shall be hanged from
the neck until you are dead.

[ Chains clinking ]

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[ Door opens ]

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[ Lock clicks ]

-I'm sorry.

Is there anything
I can do for you?

Anything you need?

No.
Thank you.

-You didn't say anything...

about me and her.

Thank you.

-I could never understand why.

How...

What happened
between you and her?

-What did she say?

-That she was lost.

That she searched you out.

That she feared she'd hurt you
all over again

in her moment of madness.

And hurt me, too, by doing it.

-[ Breathing shakily ]

She was...

lost.
I mean...

so was I.

I-I suppose it was
the same grief.

The same fear.

The same...

confusion.

And then I didn't know
what would become of her.

Of me.

Of the child.

It was all, as usual,
within his control.

He deserved to die.

-[ Breathes shakily ]

-[ Sighs ]

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-Since I came to this country,
so many people have said to me

that being owned
must have taught me to hate.

But the truth is there was love
as well as hate.

The truth is the love
hurt worse.

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I'm afraid.

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[ Lock clicks ]

[ Footsteps approach ]

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[ Chains rattling ]

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