The Lizzie Borden Chronicles

Previously on The Lizzie Borden Chronicles...

Don't worry, we'll find him.

We'll find Benjamin and bring him home.

- I wish you could come. - As do I.

It'd be good to see you happy.

Enjoying yourself, I mean.

My sister and I are moving in next door.

To be clear, you are despised.

The sooner you leave this neighborhood, the better.

So who are you?

I'm a private investigator.

You know who he works for?

Are you with the Pinkertons?

- Yes, ma'am. - My brother's missing.

- What's your brother's name? - Spencer Cavanaugh.

I'm frightened, Lizzie.

I am not a monster.

- Skipjack! - What?

How far we taking him?

Here is good.

Good morning.

I brought you tea

and blackberry scones.

Thank you.

How are you feeling?

Like I went away for a while.

Well, you needed it.

I don't remember anything after the drummer

punched the man in the horse suit.

Oh.

That happened, right?

That happened.

What else happened last night?

Everyone had a lovely time,

and I'm so glad you could be here to enjoy it.

Had to have happened at the same time.

He cut her when she grabbed her gun,

and she shot him in the moment of dying.

A dispute over money and sex?

Crime of passion maybe.

Shame he had to take the girl with him.

This makes two.

Two what?

Multiple killings

where the victims and the perpetrators

have solved the cases for us.

Saved the state some money, I'd add.

Yeah.

Nice and neat.

I hope the music didn't keep you up last night.

No.

It kept me up early this morning.

Come here! Look what you did!

Take that! No!

The way Mrs. Kenney treats that dog is just awful.

Didn't see Adele at the party.

Mr. Flowers' visit really frightened her,

so we thought it best if she left town for a while.

I helped her along with something of Daddy's.

I hope you didn't give her too much.

Oh, no. Just enough.

You nasty, nasty little beast!

I said no piddling in the house!

You get back here!

Mrs. Kenney.

What do you want?

I want to stop you from killing your dog.

As if that's any of your business.

Is that your idea of discipline?

Perhaps you'd prefer something with a sharper edge.

Couldn't believe my eyes.

Badges carting the poor bastard off like he was trash.

That's no way to get seen off.

Well, here's to Mr. Flowers.

Didn't know Adele had those kind of rocks.

Which one is Adele?

The one with the bad hand.

Ah, that's too bad. I liked that one.

Wouldn't think she could hurt a fly.

With a barking iron, she could.

Boom!

You're missing the point!

We're supposed to believe that Flowers,

before he was shot or after,

managed to cut her throat.

And she's supposed to have shot him,

either cut or not cut.

Cops figure that they did each other at the same time.

The details of Mr. Flowers' sad demise

are naught but idle speculation,

and it's irrelevant to our present situation, gentlemen.

What matters now is that everyone knows

that business is gonna continue on as usual.

Once we fill that empty spot at the top.

That position is taken.

Unless anyone has a better idea.

Well, there it is then.

Isabel, what's all that?

Some folks on two ordered everything at the same time.

Get back down here as soon as possible.

We got some weather coming in,

and I want the greenhouse shuttered.

What's that?

He wanted it from his room.

Bag on the bed, will you?

What are you doing?

Get back in bed.

You're not serious.

You're not going back down there like some avenging angel.

I'm not avenging anything.

I'm just killing what needs killing.

You should let the police handle this.

The police don't care.

You're bleeding from your ear.

You cracked your skull.

No, I just took a bad hit there.

You need to stop.

Please, Charlie, you're in terrible shape.

Mr. Siringo, sit down.

Please.

If you don't sit, I will fetch Marshal Hilliard

and notify the hospital.

I will.

Were they trying to kill you?

They think they did. I'd like to keep it that way.

You didn't talk to Lizzie?

No, but she sent a pretty clear message.

She got Flowers' men to do this?

I followed Lizzie and Adele into the Row.

What is that?

Jerusalem Row. It's a bad part of town.

Fellow by the name of Skipjack did most of the damage.

Skipjack works for Flowers.

He was found murdered this morning.

A woman who whored for him shot him through the heart.

Is she alive?

Her throat was cut.

What was her name?

The papers didn't say.

Hmm. It's Adele.

Lizzie said that she thought that this Adele

might have run off with Spencer.

Of course she did.

When were they killed, Isabel?

Last night. You think Lizzie?

No, she couldn't have. I was with her last night.

You what?

Well, you didn't come back. I went to talk to her.

She was having a rather nice party.

Everything was fine.

Miss O'Keefe...

I got drunk and spent the night.

Well, you're lucky to be alive.

You want all four lots?

The ones surrounding Maplecroft.

And what is Maplecroft?

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's the name I've given our home.

Owning those lots would give my sister and I

some peace and quiet.

There are homes on those lots.

I know.

With families living in them.

I'm prepared to make this happen by any means necessary.

Yes.

Well, the Hill is desirable territory.

Quite expensive

and only likely to become more so.

Oh, I understand why.

It is a wonderful neighborhood

but for the neighbors.

Here is my offer for the lot that is currently up for sale.

It's asking price plus half, in cash.

Ah.

I will gather the paperwork to properly present the offer.

Wonderful.

Morning, Miss Borden.

Seen the paper today?

Some tragic news from the Row.

Your brand-new business partner

and your brand-new girlfriend dropped each other

just like that.

Yes, I heard.

Bet you did more than that.

Am I meant to identify

how long it's been since you brushed your teeth,

or is there a point to this?

Point is, you got a new business partner.

No, thank you. I'm fine on my own.

Are you?

Are you fine?

I paid Mr. Flowers to take care of this.

He delegated.

I took some initiative and, without him knowing,

put the boy away for a rainy day.

Terrible weather we're having, isn't it?

What is it you want?

First, I want to stay alive.

He's my insurance against any "axe" of Borden

that might come my way.