The Lizzie Borden Chronicles

Previously on The Lizzie Borden Chronicles...

Emma Borden, will you marry me?

Yes.

Aah!

Charlie ain't here. Lizzie Borden ain't here.

Why don't we start with you just handing me

that gold watch you got there?

What are you, checking the farm report?

- Let's go. - I'm tracking.

It's my professional opinion

that your sister requires more treatment.

Apply the conduits, Timothy.

Hello!

Stay away from me!

Help! Aah!

There's a demon.

There's a demon here!

You can't see it! It's got you blind!

There's a demon here!

I found the other one.

Poor Dr. Vose.

You say he was strapped into that?

I shudder to think what that poor man went through.

I don't understand how this could have happened.

Wasn't anyone watching?

Don't you have staff on at night?

Miss Grimke, we're still trying to put the pieces together.

None of the patients have gotten far.

I'm sure we'll find your sister very soon.

My sister wasn't even in this wing.

If this is where the escape happened,

then how is she amongst the missing?

I don't have an answer for you yet, I'm sorry.

What answers do you have?

If she is hurt, in any way...

All I can tell you is that I was awoken at 3:00 a.m.

and told that Dr. Vose was horribly attacked.

These cells here were all unlocked.

His keys were missing.

Money disappeared from his office.

"Best institution in the country."

Hey!

That's my sister's photo.

That doesn't belong to you.

Sorry, miss.

That damn Daisy.

My dearest Emma,

I know when I mentioned my family the other day

that I painted a dark and gloomy picture of them,

but that wasn't quite the whole story.

I would like to leave Fall River

and bring you back to Boston one day soon.

We could possibly start our life together there.

I know I make an honest living here...

Good morning, madam. Can I help you?

Yes, may I speak with the lady of the house, please?

I was close with her son.

Emma.

Dear girl.

I wasn't expecting you.

I'm sorry to arrive unannounced.

No, no, no, no, no.

It's a joy to meet you.

It's a joy to meet you finally.

I never thought I would.

Not after...

This is Emma Borden.

She would have been my daughter-in-law.

What brings you here?

Oh, well, before he died,

Leslie and I talked about coming to visit,

but then, after what happened... I don't know, I still...

I felt compelled to come and meet you all.

Though it was probably wrong of me

to just show up on your doorstep.

Oh, my darling, not at all.

I'm so glad you're here.

Where are you staying?

I haven't made that arrangement yet.

I was hoping you could recommend something...

Nonsense, dearest. You're staying here,

and I won't hear any more about it.

Powell, please ask Helen to make up a room.

Oh.

I can't tell you how pleased I am to see

that face in person.

Father would've given you a blinker for talking like that.

The girl's as dumb as a bundle of sticks.

This is the rest of my life, Brendan.

How smart does a wife need to be?

Do right for your family, Orin.

You can always find a bit on the side.

Boys?

Straighten up and come and meet Emma Borden.

She has come to the home of your brother,

and we are to treat her like family.

Of course, although I do wish

the circumstances were happier.

- I'm Orin. - Pleasure.

And this upstart is my oldest, Brendan.

Oldest now, I'm sorry to say.

Our home is yours. Leslie would have wanted that.

May I get you a refresher, my dear?

A little sherry, maybe?

Oh, no, I'm fine. Thank you.

I, um...

I brought something for you.

How thoughtful but hardly necessary.

The police department gave this to me, but...

I thought you should have it.

Thank you.

Emma Borden, I'm Penelope, Leslie's sister.

Powell told me you were here. I'm so glad you came.

I was so looking forward to meeting you.

I read every word about your sister in the papers.

Is Lizzie here with you?

Penelope, really!

Excuse me.

Oh, thank you.

Boys...

apparently Mr. Foreman's son is still mourning

the loss of his father far too frequently.

What's he doing?

He's calling us murderers.

I can break his arm.

Our whiskey barrels already broke both his arms

when they crushed his father to death.

I assume he has legs.

Which one should I break?

Surprise me.

All right, then.

Drinks, hmm?

Why not?

Hello, Lizzie.

Uh...

I'm sorry?

We've come a long way to meet you.

See, we just have a couple of questions

about a friend of ours.

You remember Charlie Siringo?

I think you gentlemen must have the wrong house.

I don't think we do.

What happened to Charlie?

If you've got evidence he's still alive,

well, now's your chance.

But if it's the other thing,

well, you're in a bit of trouble.

I told you, that photographer was just some pest.

Someone looking to make a name for himself.

I might look like Lizzie Borden, but I assure you...

All right, that's enough.

I ain't playing no more of your games.

We're gonna play one of my games now.

What did you do with Charlie Siringo?

I told you three times.

I never met the man.

Now I told you three times.

Tom, you shoot her now, we will never find Charlie.

Miss Grimke?

It's Frederick Lowell!

Who is he?

My fiancé.

Well, if you don't want him to get hurt,

you better tell him to come back some other time.

Come on in, Frederick! The door's open!

- Um... - Hello, darling.

I...

I, uh...

I heard about your sister going missing,

and I was wondering if I...

I'm sorry, am I interrupting something here?

It's just the silliest thing.

These men think that I'm that other woman.

You remember the photographer from school?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Gentlemen, that was just a misunderstanding.

I was there when it happened.

This is Miss Annabel Grimke.

She's my boy's teacher.

Buddy, you better make tracks.

You don't want to be here right now.

Now, you listen here, mister...

Sorry, I-I didn't know anybody else was up.

I couldn't sleep.

Listen, um...

about today, with Brendan having to leave...

It's really none of my business.

My family is...

very prominent in this town.

Sometimes the way our business is run,

it can breed enemies.

Well, I don't judge.

Leslie loved you all very much.

Well...

I just wanted to prepare you.

Penelope tells me you're getting married.

Oh, so I'm told.

That's lovely.

- Mm. - You're not excited.

I don't really have a choice in the matter, you see.