Lizzie Page #4

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Lizzy, I understand.

Breathe. Everything

is going to be okay.

No, it's not!

Okay, I'm losing

my f***ing mind.

What?

Why are you looking

at me like that?

So what do you

think we should do?

I don't know what to do.

That's why I'm paying you.

You want me

to tell you what to do?

Yes, I want you

to tell me what to do.

I'm not your parent, Lizzy,

and you're no longer a little girl.

And I'm not here

to tell you what to do.

As a matter of fact, you know

exactly what you have to do.

No, I really don't.

The answer to every one of your problems

is right in front of your face, Lizzy.

But you've been rejecting it

this entire time.

I don't know what

you're talking about, okay?

Can't you just give me some

stronger pills or something?

I'm not going

to do that anymore.

What? Why not?

Because pills are not helping

you solve your problem.

Oh, God.

Do we have to do this right now?

I need relief from this sh*t,

whatever it is.

I can't continue

with these sessions.

What are you

talking about?

Sorry, Lizzy.

This is going to be our last session.

I don't... I don't

understand. Why?

I can't help you

fix the present,

if you're not willing

to face the past.

Come on.

Are you kidding me?

I can't help you anymore.

So let me

get this straight.

You're not going to help me anymore

because I can't face my childhood?

Oh, my God.

You know, you don't

know everything.

You don't know what it's

like to be in my shoes,

to lay awake every night,

frozen in fear, until 4:00 A.M.

All you have are your Ivy

League theories and complexes.

You know,

I despise people like that.

Thanks for nothing.

I'm sorry.

For what?

For the fight.

We haven't talked for, like, two days.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, too.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Why?

I don't know.

You just seem really out of it.

Must be tired

or something.

Okay, why don't you

go lay down.

You look really exhausted.

All right.

Okay.

Hey, I miss you.

I miss you, too.

Hey, Maggie.

What are you wearing?

Oh sweetie, sweetie, come in.

what's wrong?

It's Andrew!

Who's Andrew?

Here, sweetie.

All right.

Now tell me what's wrong.

I have to come clean to you

about a couple of things, okay?

Okay.

I know I told you that I

lived with my boyfriend

and he just moved out, right?

Yeah.

Well, my real name

is Bridget

and I'm actually a live-in

maid for a family.

Andrew is the father, Abby is the

mother, and Lizzy is the daughter.

Okay, that's fine.

What's got you

so upset, Maggie?

Bridget.

It's Andrew.

He...

He what?

He, you know...

violated me.

Oh, my God.

I'm calling the cops.

No, no, don't.

You don't understand.

You don't understand.

Andrew has

a lot of money...

and he...

he's protected.

That's a bunch of bull.

I'm calling the cops.

Yes, yes, hello.

My name is Lizzy Allen

and my friend just

told me that she was...

Raped!

That she was raped.

The address?

What's the address?

92 Second Street,

Fall River.

It's 92 Second Street in Fall River.

Please hurry.

What? No, there

must be some mistake.

No, 92 Second Street in Fall River.

Please check again.

I don't understand.

They're saying there's no such...

Address.

Hello?

Hello.

Maggie?

Bridget?

Maggie?

Is somebody there?

Maggie, who

are you talking to?

No, Mr. Borden,

please.

Maggie, who

are you talking to?

Abby cannot bear me a son

to take my name

and my fortune.

She is barren.

She's childless.

That's not true,

Mr. Borden.

Borden? What?

What is true is Lizzie

and her funny ways.

Messing around

with other girls.

And that brings an embarrassment

to the love in my heart.

Ye serpents, ye generation of vipers,

the damnation of hell will be upon ye. "

Yes, that's where

you belong!

They're gonna get

what's coming to them...

and you're going

to give me my son.

No, don't you

hear me?

You will give me

a son.

Stop it!

I squirted you, and you're

carrying my baby right now.

Hear me?

You hear me?

You bastard.

Run, Bridget!

Find Lizzie and get as

far away as you can.

Andrew, I told you

time and again,

that little house girl

is the death of us.

I said forget about all this

and get us a maid

that doesn't

lay around all day.

Finally.

Now I'm happy.

Because you're gone.

Oh, my God!

There's something...

Oh. Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Mama?

No, no!

Maggie.

Oh, God.

Jason.

Jason.

Jason, no.

Oh, my God, no.

No!

No, wake up.

Oh, my God!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy, what's wrong?

Run and hide before

Mommy comes back.

There's something wrong

with Mommy.

I'm so sorry.

I-I-I don't know what's

happening to me.

I'm so sorry.

You will pay

for condemning me.

I am Lizzie Borden.

Society will pay.

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