The Lizzie Borden Chronicles

Previously on The Lizzie Borden Chronicles...

Nance, what a terrific surprise.

I'm looking for my brother.

Aah!

Just chop him up and dump him in the bay.

You got a new business partner.

I'm fine on my own.

I wanted to tell you, Mr. Trotwood and I

are becoming friends.

He's sure to know that you gave birth out of wedlock.

- Stop it. Stop it. - What will you tell him?

You are an amazing talent.

- Where did you get that ring? - Lizzie Borden.

What's going on between you and Charlie Siringo?

There's nothing going on between us.

I see the way you look at him.

I can assure you Mr. Siringo

is not looking back at you the same way

you are looking at him.

- Stop! - Aah!

"At our time of life, it is not so pleasant,

I can tell you, to be making new acquaintances every day.

But for your sakes, we would do anything."

"'Lydia, my love, though you are the youngest,

I daresay Mr. Bingley will dance with you

at the next ball.

'Oh!' said Lydia stoutly.

'I am not afraid.

For though I am the youngest, I am the tallest.

The rest of the evening was spent in conjecturing

how soon he would return Mr. Bennet's visit,

and determining when they would ask him for dinner."

- Chapter three. - You know, Emma...

I really love this, but can this be enough for tonight?

Mr. Bingley's description is coming up.

I know what he looks like.

I suppose the adventures of the Bennet sisters

will keep until tomorrow.

If I'm still here.

Would you like me to call Dr. Bowen back?

No, no, I'm fine.

I don't know why they couldn't delay the inquest a few days.

Oh. It'll be fine.

Don't worry.

After all you've been through, and you're comforting me.

What's in the water?

What's that?

What makes you all so stupid?

Say something about the Borden sisters now.

I dare ya.

Naw, I'll save it for the judge...

Judge ain't calling you.

What's that?

Yeah, I guess he did a little research.

Criminal... thief.

Liar. Betrayed your own compadres for a clean slate

and, what, this job?

To make you look like some kind of Pinkerton hero?

Why don't you get your ass outta here

and go get me Hilliard.

Who do you think gave the judge your history, huh?

No one wants to hear your bullshit.

You're certain...

that Miss Borden was not the instigator here.

The aggressor, determined to quiet a woman

who, as earlier testified by Miss Isabel Danforth,

suspected that her missing brother

had met some unknown misfortune

at the hands of Lizzie Borden?

Well, I don't know what was in the mind of Miss Borden,

but I can tell you what I saw in her eyes...

The need to survive.

And I'm not sure what drove the deceased to attempt murder,

but she only failed by God's good grace.

A final question.

With the missing brother being a dope fiend,

have you considered that the deceased

might have been under some...

narcotic influence?

Well, medical evidence showed no signs of current use.

But, given her presence at the Whale & Tar...

Her drinking... an act of violence

committed against another patron there...

Well, that speaks to an afflicted mind of some sort.

Order! Order!

Boo!

- Order! - Final thoughts, sir.

If someone came at me

the way I saw the deceased attack Miss Borden,

I'd have no choice but to defend myself.

And that, sir, is not murder.

It's self-defense, plain and simple.

Thank you for your statement, Mr. Trotwood.

You are dismissed.

I have nothing further, Judge Franklin.

As the coroner of Bristol County,

I have presented any and all information

and witness testimony related to the death of Miss O'Keefe.

And the court thanks you.

That she is dead is quite evident.

It is now up to me to determine the manner of said death.

I have duly heard all of the testimony,

and I can find no compelling evidence

to dispute the conclusion

that Miss O'Keefe's death, while tragic,

was the result of self-defense on the part of Miss Borden.

Order, order!

Further...

finding that Miss Borden acted wholly in self-defense,

she is free to go.

She's a murderer!

Let's not linger, hmm?

Oh! Let's have lunch at the Danforth.

- I'm famished. - Oh, wonderful idea.

Would you just excuse me for a moment?

Oh, of course. Will you give him my thanks?

Of course.

Officer Trotwood.

Leslie.

Thank you for speaking on my sister's behalf.

I was just doing what's right.

And, um...

You're still firm in your position?

It's for the best.

How can you say that?

Leslie, there are things in my past

- Which forbid me... - Emma, I'm no angel.

At the risk of frightening you,

I'll just assure you

that my transgressions are much worse.

- Let's not compare sins. - I love you.

I love you.

I said it, and I mean it.

Do you?

Do you love me, Emma?

Maybe I can help clarify your position.

Emma Borden, will you marry me?

Yes.

Yes?

Yes!

I'm gonna take such good care of you.

You've made me the happiest man in the world.

This is what kept Siringo out of the witness box.

The judge gave it to you?

Got it from Hilliard. Thought we should know

what you might be up against.

Hmm.

Charles Siringo was born in Texas in 1855.

Average boy who, at 15, went off to be a cowboy.

Very good with a gun, apparently.

When he got tired of shooting cattle rustlers,

he joined the Pinkertons to shoot more challenging game.

Pat Garrett got him his job.

Who is that?

Mr. Garrett killed Billy the Kid.

Oh. How many men has Siringo killed?

Oh, quite a few.

Uh, as a Pinkerton he's known for,

as it says here, going undercover...

blending in with the rough trade

that he pursued.

If they cheated, so did he.

If they killed, he did too.

Well, he had to fit in.

Well, he rode with Wyatt Earp, Bat Masterson,

worked undercover with Butch Cassidy.

This last case, he brought in the head

of the, uh, the poor outlaw that he killed.

Oh, my!

Yeah. The dead man had been a friend.

He beheaded him after he murdered him for money.

He's lethal, dangerous, and unpredictable.

His Pinkerton badge makes him untouchable.

Something on your mind?

Your testimony wouldn't have helped.

Not in this town.

I need to keep you quiet.

What do you mean by that?

I don't want her knowing what we know.

- We? - Mm-hmm.

You know there's quite a bit more.

Story's grown some.

So has my desire to nail that bitch to the goddamn wall.

Marshal.

Emma.

What happened?

I'm... I'm sorry, I don't... I don't believe it.

What?

Leslie proposed.

He didn't.

He did.

That's wonderful news!

I know.

You accepted, of course.

I did.

You look so happy.

I am. I don't...

I don't think I've ever been so happy.

Though I...

I do hate the idea of leaving you alone.