The Legend of Lizzie Borden Page #4

- No, sir.

- Do you know where the note is now?

- No, sir.

How long was your father in the house

before you found him killed?

I don't know exactly,

because I had to go out to the barn.

I don't think he could have been home

more than 15 or 20 minutes.

And what were you doing in the barn

all this time?

I needed some lead for a sinker.

Did you say a sinker?

Yes, sir. I...

I was going to Maryland on Monday,

to fish.

I needed a sinker.

And that's all you did?

- Look for sinkers?

- Yes, sir, in the loft.

You think that would take you

15 or 20 minutes?

I ate some pears up there.

I asked you to tell me all you did.

I told you all I did.

I ate my pears.

You stood there, eating your pears,

doing nothing.

I was looking out of the window.

Stood there, looking out of the

window, eating your pears.

- I should think so.

- How many pears did you eat?

Three, I think.

Now, can you tell us, Miss Borden, why

it took you 10 minutes to eat 3 pears?

I do not do things in a hurry.

No further question, your honor.

It would be a pleasure for this magistrate

and it would doubtless bring

much sympathy, if he could say,

Lizzie, I adjudge you probably not guilty,

you may go home.

But let us suppose for just...

a single moment

that this is a man before me.

Suppose it was a man who was found

in the vicinity of the murders

and it was he who'd discovered

Mr. Borden's body?

Suppose the only account

he could give of himself here

was unreasonable, contradictory?

Would there be any question

what would be done with such a man?

So...

Painful as it may be, there is

but one thing to be done.

It is the judgement of this court

that you are found

probably guilty and your ordeal committed

to a weighty action of the superior court.

- Better?

- Yes, thank you.

Please, forgive me. But I now must ask you

a very disturbing question

and I want you to give me

a simple yes or no answer.

Did you kill your father and Abby?

As your family lawyer, I must hear

it from your own lips, I'm sorry.

I am innocent.

That's all I need to know.

Now, Mr. Jennings, you

must tell me what can I expect.

I'm doing everything in my power.

The truth!

You have an obligation to tell me.

All right.

The worst:

death by hanging.

But it needn't come to that.

Miss Lizzie, Lizzie...

What is it, Lizzie?

What is it?

Lizzie!

Matron! Send for Dr. Bowen!

Matron, matron...

Papa...

Papa...

Papa...

Mister Jennings has given me

his solemn assurance

that everything humanly possible

is being done for your defense.

He's finally retained

Mr. George Robinson to assist.

Must have been all of the

newspaper publicity that attracted him.

Imagine...

A former governor is going to defend you.

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