The Lizzie Borden Chronicles (2015) s01e07 Episode Script

(Lizzie) Previously on Emma Borden, will you marry me? Yes.
How do I look? Beautiful.
One final piece of business.
- [choking.]
- [groans.]
- I want peace.
- Not while I'm alive.
Come on out, Lizzie.
[shouts.]
[both shouting.]
[birds chirping.]
[wind blowing.]
(boy) Just touch the door and run away.
Chicken.
He'll never do it.
Don't push me.
I'm goin'.
Lizzie Borden gets her hands on you, she'll pull out your guts and cook 'em.
Happened to a kid last year.
[boys chuckle.]
[breathing unsteadily.]
[door creaks.]
[gasps.]
[boy screams.]
[shouting.]
Whoa, whoa.
You're not doing your lesson, Julius.
Sorry, Miss Grimke.
Do I need to keep you after school? All weapons in my classroom will be used by me.
Understood? [dark music.]
[ax pounding, blood spattering.]
[grunting.]
Ooh.
[sighs.]
I'll need your help with some of the bigger pieces.
I'm gonna row out to the bay and get rid of them.
Emma? [ax clanks.]
Oh, Emma.
I'll never forget what you did for me.
Emma.
Emma? Emma? Emma? (Lizzie) Emma.
Emma? I know you can hear me.
(woman) Well, I suppose so.
[indistinct chatter.]
She's coming along nicely, don't you think, Miss Grimke? Oh.
She still hasn't uttered a word.
Yes, well, melancholia is a curious affliction.
(Dr.
Vose) Three months ago, she was bedridden, remember? Of course.
I didn't mean to suggest Lenore's progress is slow, it's true.
But it's steady, which is more important.
Do you think she even knows I'm here? Of course she does.
Your presence has been very healing.
I see it.
And we're constantly innovating new treatments.
She won't be in this trance forever.
(woman) Would you like to come outside with us? You'll come back to me.
I know you will.
Oh! [laughing.]
[both moaning.]
[Sherry laughs.]
[gun cocks.]
[sighs.]
Damn it, Bat.
You looking to get shot? Tom Horn never shoots wild.
Ain't that right, Sherry? Depends how much whiskey he's had.
[sighs.]
What the hell is so important you got to interrupt the first poke I've had in a month? Siringo's gone missing.
How's business, Sherry? (Sherry) You boys are it tonight.
Too much rain.
This is a bunch of crap.
Charlie wouldn't cut up no woman.
There's nothing right about any of it.
Killing all these people? What the hell, Bat? We've got to head east, go track him down.
What the hell are you talking about? I ain't gonna haul my ass to the Atlantic.
Charlie saved us back in Dodge City, Tom.
I figure we both owe him something for that.
Well, I ain't going nowhere till this rain lets up.
Lock the door on your way out.
Sorry for interrupting your transaction, Sherry.
Change into that, please, Mrs.
Garvey.
I'll be back with your medicine.
What medicine? Just something to relax you.
Change into that, please.
I want to speak to Dr.
Vose.
My husband has made a mistake.
I shouldn't be here.
Hello.
I'm Pearl.
What's your name? (Pearl) Is that your husband? My husband wants children But I can't have any.
So I guess I am sick.
Sick until he decides that I'm not.
(Pearl) Until he loves me again.
[hammer banging.]
You're Annabel Grimke? The schoolteacher? - Yes.
- You teach my son Julius.
He tells me you scolded him in front of the whole class the other day? - Is that true, miss? - Well, Julius was misbehaving.
Now, you listen to me, miss.
You want that boy to behave, you take a stick to him.
- A stick? - [chuckles.]
I don't know what it is these days.
Ladies always want to spare the rod.
Boys need to be straightened out, and that's always been true.
I take one look at you, and, forgive me, I I can tell you've never raised a hand to anybody in your life.
Oh, well [chuckles.]
I could never.
It takes more than firm words.
Believe me.
My wife, rest her soul, she coddled the boy.
Oh, has she passed? I'm so sorry.
- Influenza.
- Ah.
Two years going back now.
Well, I am really very sorry.
Thank you for the advice.
It's Miss Grimke, is it? You're unmarried? - Yes.
- Huh.
I I find that difficult to grasp, a lovely young lady such as yourself.
Have you decided, Miss Grimke? Oh, yes.
This one will do nicely.
Now, how much did you say? Now, you best let me handle Tomkins.
He's a bit of a wily trader.
You are too much the gentleman, but really, I'm fine.
[wind blowing.]
[electricity crackling.]
Ah, thank you, Timothy.
Help me get her on the table, would you? We're living in a miraculous age, Miss Grimke.
Gone are the days of blister cups and leeches.
Fortunately, these days, we know a thing or two about science.
Apply the conduits, Timothy.
[grunting.]
[electricity crackling.]
[horse whinnies.]
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Whoa, whoa.
- Excuse me, little miss.
Is that Fall River up ahead? Can you direct us to the Danforth Hotel? What kind of man asks for directions? You comin' or what? [horse snorts.]
We don't have any vacancies, gentlemen.
Are you the proprietor here? [clears throat.]
I am the owner.
Well, then you would know.
You understand a friend of ours stayed here for a piece a few months back.
You remember Charles Siringo? Oh, I could have guessed.
You men, you're not welcome here.
(Bat) We only have a few questions.
- I said go on.
Get out.
- Well, now.
Here's a fellow who's clearly met Charlie Siringo.
Well, if that man is a friend of yours, then you can't be any higher scum than he was.
Now, I've told you for the last time.
Go on.
[sniffs.]
I smell coffee.
You serve breakfast in this dump? [dings.]
[both grunting.]
Aah! [grunts.]
[onlookers murmuring.]
[coughs.]
[gun cocks.]
You gonna speak foul against our friend again, or are you gonna tell us about his stay? He murdered my wife! That's a tough blow, friend.
Sorry to hear about it.
Truly.
But we know Charlie Siringo, and he's not capable of a thing like that.
Oh, of course not.
You're all peaceful men, huh? You're not here five minute before your friend here, he tries to kill me.
That Siringo, he is a vile, murderous bastard.
And we've had enough killing here in Fall River.
So just get the hell off my property, huh? (woman) All right.
I was going to point that one out.
- I think it suits you.
- It's for my sister.
She's been rather low of spirits recently.
Well, if her hair is as lovely as yours Oh, I thought I found a gray the other day.
It's these students of mine.
They'll age you prematurely.
Nonsense, Miss Grimke.
You look radiant.
But if you ever do spot any gray, you can easily cover it with a rinse of Celeste water mixed with a touch of yellow cyanide.
We sell both here.
(man) Take your hands off my boy.
This boy's my blood.
You can't keep him from me.
It's not your family anymore, Raymond.
It's mine now.
(man) Or did you forget that Susannah threw you over? Oh, is it his fault his mother's a whore? Gentlemen.
Gentlemen.
What kind of behavior is this? In public, no less.
Look at the marks on my boy.
Look at him.
This cuss here beats him.
I'll discipline my son the way I see fit.
He's not your damn son.
Come here, boy.
[sighs.]
Uh [sighs.]
I'm sure the shopkeeper has gone for the police.
[bell dings and door closes.]
Honestly.
Hasn't the boy seen enough for one afternoon? Two grown men.
So how about you mind your own business, lady? [crow cawing.]
There.
Oh, there's my beautiful sister.
Oh, I have to tell you what happened in class yesterday.
Samuel Moore was mooning over Emily again, not paying any attention [voice echoing.]
And so I asked him to come to the front of the class to do some [shouts.]
He resisted, but I insisted.
[Emma shouts.]
When he finally stood Objection was clearly apparent.
Arithmetic turned to anatomy class that quickly.
[whimpering.]
Emma? Dr.
Vose? I think she's trying to speak.
Dearest, what it is? Just say it.
[whimpering.]
Mur mur der.
(Dr.
Vose) What did she say? Did she say "murder"? What could that mean? Lenore.
Lenore, that was very good.
It's very good, but shh now.
Just rest.
Don't rush it.
Shh.
[wind blowing.]
Did you hear something, Susannah? Susannah? Susannah.
[floorboards creak.]
[gasps.]
[screaming.]
[indistinct chatter.]
Miss Grimke, may we speak a moment privately? Of course.
Just let me give this to I'd prefer you didn't just now.
Is something the matter? No.
Hardly.
In fact, I believe I might know what happened to her.
For God's sakes, tell me.
I've seen people in her state before.
Typically, it's people who've witnessed a horrific or brutal event soldiers reacting to the savagery of war, for instance.
Well, she's never witnessed anything like that.
We're from a very small town where nothing ever really happens.
She's spoken one word in the three months she's been here, and that word was "murder.
" Is it possible that she might've experienced something terrible like that? Where exactly did you say you're from? Dr.
Vose, you have a very fine reputation, and I'm sure it's well deserved, but, as you say, she has been here three months.
Matters of the mind aren't quickly solved.
They take time.
And money.
A lot of money.
You requested the best care possible.
And the only sign of progress has been this single, vague utterance, which I'm sure is more a product of her current situation rather than a remembrance from the past.
Wouldn't you want to find out? I don't need to.
My sister's condition has nothing to do with any of your gruesome imaginings.
Now, I think the best idea would be to take her home with me today.
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to fight you on that.
I'm afraid that would be unwise.
Miss Grimke, will you follow me? I'd like to show you something.
[patients moaning, jabbering.]
Every society has its broken people.
We can't let them roam free, and we can't simply put them down like animals, so they're brought to places like this.
(Dr.
Vose) Most people go about their day without giving such things a thought.
But I don't have that luxury.
This is a vile place.
Look inside.
[grunts.]
Some of these people are dangerously insane, deranged beyond all hope.
Many of them are capable of the worst things you can imagine.
(Lizzie) Don't open it.
No, this one's all right.
Hello, Daisy.
Daisy was one of those dangerous types.
(Dr.
Vose) She isn't anymore.
Is there a point to this excursion, Dr.
Vose? When you consigned your sister to my care, you gave me full authority to decide whether she is well enough to be released, if at all.
I most certainly did not.
The admission papers you signed spell that out quite clearly.
You should read them again.
It's my professional opinion that your sister requires more treatment.
Some of those treatments will be expensive, I'm afraid.
If you should decide you cannot afford that kind of care for her, I understand, of course.
But she might need to be moved to these less opulent quarters.
There are aggressive treatments for the worst of the worst.
Well, looks like you've severely limited my options, Dr.
Vose.
[people chatting, laughing.]
So then, Lizzie Borden.
I guess so.
It's the only name keeps repeating.
You ever heard of her? I don't know.
Maybe I read something.
Well, what do you think? I think Charlie sure as hell heard of her.
I think it's time we gave this Lizzie a visit.
[horse whinnies.]
Hey, good girl.
Good girl.
Miss Grimke.
I'm Detective Morrisey.
I'm with the Cumberland police.
May I have a word? Of course, Detective.
What's the matter? A boy in your class his parents were murdered last night.
Oh.
No.
Oh, my.
Who was it? Miss Grimke, I'm gonna ask you to come with us please.
I'll get my coat.
What a tragedy.
Have you found the killer? That's why you're here.
(male officer) Come on, boy.
Get a move on.
This way.
Let's go.
Now.
Aside from that one encounter in the general store, I never witnessed any interaction between the boy and his parents.
Well, thank you for your time, Miss Grimke.
I know it was an imposition.
Oh, not at all.
(male officer) You can go in now.
(Detective Morrisey) Thank you for coming, Mr.
Chaswick.
I can't believe my boy could do something like this.
I just I just can't believe it.
I understand, and I'm very sorry that we have to put you through this, but you are the boy's natural father.
Would you say that you have a close relationship with him? As much as I could, given the circumstances.
We have testimony from several of Everett's classmates saying that he spoke about how much he hated his mother and his stepfather.
I should have known that something like this might happen.
My boy would come running to me, and I'd and I'd tell him that his place is with his his mother and his his new pa.
Ah, Miss Grimke.
Dick Jenkins, Portland Gazette.
I was wondering if you could tell me about your statements to the detective.
Oh, I I'd really rather not.
Now, this town is gonna be swarming with reporters.
Now, if your side of things has already been published, they'll be less Less what? [chuckles.]
I'm sorry.
I know you, don't I? I don't think so.
No, I'm positive.
I can't place it.
Sorry, Mr.
Jenkins.
I really can't help you.
- Shh.
- What? (Dr.
Vose) It's all right.
I just need to give you something.
[winces.]
[exhales.]
Wood's all chopped.
Thank you, Mr.
Lowell.
It really wasn't necessary to go to the trouble.
Oh, it's no trouble at all.
If you're leaving, I'll walk you home.
I'm off to run some errands.
Miss Grimke, one one minute.
I I was wondering if well, there's a there's a social at the church this Saturday.
That is, would you allow me to take you? (Dick) Lizzie Borden? [camera clicks.]
Excuse me.
Are you looking for someone? I believe I found someone.
Now, you look here.
Where do you come off intruding on people? You know that lout? [scoffs.]
He's just some pest.
He thought you were who now? Emma, we're going to take you out of here.
I just have a few loose ends to tie up, and then we're leaving.
We're leaving Maine altogether.
(Lizzie) I'm gonna come for you soon.
It's important that you don't try to talk anymore.
I don't want you to say anything that that doctor could use against you.
(Lizzie) He's a problem.
I know.
Don't worry.
He won't be for long.
Charlie hiding under her skirt? I didn't think so.
All your bitching finally wear you out? [groans.]
This town wears me out.
Charlie ain't here.
This Lizzie Borden ain't here.
We had nothing to go on before, and now we got less.
We got a woman who left in a hurry after Charlie went missing.
Yeah, maybe she ran away when Charlie escaped 'cause she thought he was crazy enough to kill her.
Charlie.
Crazy? We've seen that happen.
Men turn.
Spilling blood has its price.
Not Charlie.
I'm just looking at what we got.
Some rich muck-a-muck beaten to death, a dead whore, a dead pimp, a dead innkeeper's wife in Charlie's bed, some actor's head between her knees.
Jesus, Tom.
I mean, how could a woman do all that? Miss Grimke.
Everett.
I don't understand.
How has it come to this? [sighs.]
Could we have a moment please? Everett, why are you here? Well, I just told them what happened.
But didn't anyone advise you not to admit guilt? I don't think you realize how serious this is.
But I did it.
I killed both of them.
Why? Because that hell devil was just gonna keep beating me until he killed me.
My mother was just gonna let him.
That's what my real father was scared would happen.
Is that what your real father told you? Yeah.
All the time.
My father's got it all worked out.
Once they let me go, we're gonna move out west.
Start a horse farm.
I'll have my own horse and everything.
Well, that sounds nice.
[gasps.]
[indistinct chatter.]
I didn't order this.
It's from me.
A peace offering.
You got me.
First, I'd like to talk to you while you have your wits about you.
[sighs.]
Now, Mr.
Jenkins.
If you know anything about me at all, you'll know that I'm a woman of means.
That, and they say you killed your folks.
That photograph you took means a lot more to me than it does to you.
That photograph is worth more than you probably think.
Lizzie Borden goes missing, and I find her in a town where we just had a couple of grisly murders.
[scoffs.]
That has nothing to do with me.
Who cares? It'll sell papers.
I mean, this is the kind of stuff that launches careers.
Now, Mr.
Jenkins, we can go about this a number of ways I don't have it, Lizzie.
It's already been sent off.
It's going to print, so even if I wanted to take advantage of your offer, it's too late.
Mm.
Just out of curiosity, what were you gonna offer me? You aren't even a little afraid of me? [coughs.]
You? [coughing.]
Wrong pipe? [choking.]
Do you know what ladies use to change the color of their hair? [choking.]
My God, I think this man is choking.
Ahh.
You sure you had enough? [burps.]
We got to find this Lizzie.
You're the expert tracker.
Not in open country.
It's not like there's horse tracks or broken branches we can follow.
- Yeah.
- I hate the East.
You gentlemen look like you're from out of town.
Maybe you're just lost.
Just take a breath.
[breathes deeply.]
Okay.
Step aside, boys.
This ain't gonna go your way.
There's a toll to get through this door.
[men murmuring.]
Why don't we start with you just handing me that gold watch you got there.
- This? - Yeah.
Go ahead.
Get it out of your system.
[gunshots.]
[men grunting.]
What, are you checking the farm report? (Horn) Let's go.
I'm tracking.
[typewriter keys clacking.]
Mr.
Chaswick? Can I help you, ma'am? I'm Miss Grimke.
Everett's teacher? You don't remember me? Oh.
Yes.
What can I do for you? You're here about my about my son? I am.
Since Everett, sadly, will not be returning to school, I need your signature on this form.
It's an odd time to be calling.
I learned to work late.
I am so sorry about Everett.
[sighs.]
Yes, it's terrible.
Oh, I'm so clumsy.
[typewriter keys clacking.]
What's going on? What is this? Oh, you're back with us.
I'm typing out your confession for the murder of Everett's mother and stepfather.
(Chaswick) I didn't I didn't kill anybody.
My boy did that.
Yes, he did.
But you manipulated him, didn't you? You got your poor son thinking he had to murder his own parents, and then you abandoned him.
That's an awful story.
So let's tell another one.
He was a troubled boy, and and they were beating him.
Your wife left you for another man.
Anyone would be upset by that.
I understand.
But really, a person should do their own killing.
(Dr.
Vose) There's nothing to be afraid of.
This will just make you sleep for a while.
You're a very attractive woman, Miss Grimke.
[both grunt.]
- [groaning.]
- That is not my name.
I am a Borden.
(Chaswick) Please help me.
I'll confess to everything, just just please.
You just did.
(Lizzie) Tell me what you think.
"I, Raymond Chaswick, want the world to know "before I leave it that it was I, "not my cherished son Everett, who murdered my ex-wife and her husband.
" No.
(Lizzie) "I am riven with shame and guilt and do not want my name to tarnish my beloved son.
" "May God have mercy on my soul," et cetera, et cetera.
And look.
I think I did a pretty good job with the signature, no? [chuckles.]
Oh, smile, for God's sakes.
Your son is going free.
[metallic clang.]
[patients moaning, jabbering.]
[water dripping.]
What is this? Someone come and release me! Hello? Hello? Someone come and release me! (Dr.
Vose) Hello! [patient chuckles.]
(Dr.
Vose) Hello! [patients muttering.]
You stay away from me.
Stay away from me! Get your hands off me! [shouts.]
Get your hands off me! Help! Help! [patients jabbering.]
[patients wailing.]
[flesh ripping.]
[patients cackling.]
[patients wailing.]
[woman cackles.]
When you see Lizzie Tell her you said hello? Make sure she doesn't have an axe.
We got these, sweetheart.
That won't matter.