03x05 - Sang from the Heart, Sire

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Dickinson". Aired: November 2019 to present.
Emily Dickinson writes using her outsider perspective to explore the constraints of society, gender and family in the 19th century.
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03x05 - Sang from the Heart, Sire

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[HIGGINSON] Dear Miss Dickinson,

Your writing gives the impression
of a wholly new and original poetry.


[GASPS] "Wholly new and original".

My poetry's not dead.

It's not dead. It's alive!

Vinnie! Vinnie! You won't believe this.

I just got a letter from
Thomas Wentworth Higginson.

Do you know who he is?

Okay. He's amazing, Vinnie.

He's... He's an abolitionist
and a minister,

and he writes essays for The Atlantic.

He's a freethinker, Vinnie, an activist,

a person who really cares about
making the world a better place,

and guess what? [CHUCKLES]

He likes my poems.

He li... [SIGHS]

He asked me to send more.

I may not be able to go to w*r myself,

but maybe, by learning from this man,

I can write poems
that actually matter to people.

Poems that can help. [SIGHS]

Why aren't you saying anything?

Oh, right.

You took a vow of silence
in solidarity with the troops.

You know, Lavinia,
you're really pushing boundaries

with your durational performance art.
You're getting pretty avant-garde.

[CHATTERING]

Please, look with your eyes,
not with your hands. [CHUCKLING]

- The stitching is so intricate.
- Yeah.

It's how we get
all the secret messages in there.

Wait. What?

Wow. America's been a country
for less than years,

and it thinks it invented quilting?

Go off, I guess.

- [GASPS] Hi, Emily. Hi, Lavinia.
- Hi.

[CLEARS THROAT]
Lavinia is not speaking today.

She's taken a vow of silence
as an homage to our fallen men.

Oh. [MOUTHING] Hello, Lavinia.

So, you guys see anything you like?

Oh, that's... It's very small.
Is it for a baby?

Yeah.

A feminist baby.

Wow. Okay. Um...

Oh, my God. Look at Betty's quilts.
[CHUCKLING] They're gorgeous.

Thank you. Happy to raise money
for the cause. [CHUCKLES]

These squares don't match.

They're all different shapes and sizes.

[CHUCKLING] It's not symmetrical.

What's going on here?
This quilt makes no sense.

Art doesn't have to make sense.

She's a genius.

- I'm buying it.
- I was here first.

[MOUTHING] Thanks.

Guess what? I took your advice.

What advice?

I wrote a letter to the world,
and the world wrote me back.

Well, there you go.

[BETTY CHUCKLES]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING, WHISPERING]

Oh.

Edward, does it feel like
people are staring at us?

No.

Maybe a bit.

Hmm.

I'm getting a lot of disapproving energy
from these townspeople.

- [EDWARD] Hmm.
- Oh, it's time for the auction.

I donated Grandmother Norcross's quilt.

I'm sure it'll fetch a pretty penny.

We'll start the bidding for this
at five dollars.

I beg your pardon?

My mother won the
Monson quilting bee's blue ribbon

with that piece.

It's only a starting bid.

The buyers will determine the value
of your donation, Mrs. Dickinson.

Well, that's not fair.

That's literally how auctions work.

Five dollars for my family heirloom?
That's outrageous.

No.

I'm sorry. I... I've decided
I'm not selling it. Give it back.

I... I thought you wanted to support
the troops, Mrs. Dickinson.

Well, of course I do.

But my sister just d*ed,

and this quilt is the only thing
I have left to remember her by.

Give it to me.

If you want the quilt back, you'll
have to bid for it. [CLEARS THROAT]

Edward.

Yes?

I need you to buy this quilt back.

I'm not gonna spend
my hard-earned money on a quilt

that's been sitting in our attic
since we got married, Mrs. Dickinson.

Edward! Family is all that matters.

And this quilt is the
only thing I have left

to remind me of my dead sister.

Twenty bucks?

The item is yours.

[GASPS] Oh, thank heavens.

You're making quite a to-do,
Mrs. Dickinson.

- Okay.
- Just...

Dickinson.

Ah. Conkey.

I'm surprised to see you here.

Surprised? Why?

This is an important civic event.

Not to mention,
I'm treasurer of the college.

Oh, yes. Of course.

But after your recent letter
to the editor,

I wouldn't have thought
you particularly cared

about supporting our Union soldiers.

I beg your pardon, Ithamar.

Your letter in the paper today, Edward,

in which you offer nothing but praise

and sympathy for the vile Confederates.

I certainly did not.

- Yeah, you did! Traitor!
- [PEOPLE APPLAUDING]

[EDWARD] Oh, Gerald, come on.

Back in , when you voted in support

of that disgusting Fugitive sl*ve Act...

- Oh, here we go.
- ... I was willing to accept

your justification that you did so
as a compromise

in order to preserve our fragile peace.

But now, with w*r raging,

claiming the lives of our valiant sons,

you pen this... this tone-deaf,
equivocating plea for civility,

asking us to listen to both sides.

My God, Edward.

You are an apologist for villainy.
For evil.

[EDWARD] Oh, how dare you.

I wrote that letter
on behalf of my brother.

Just because he happens
to live in Georgia

doesn't make him our enemy.

- It most certainly does!
- That's literally how civil wars work.

- [MOUTHING] Thank you.
- [CONKEY] Your tone was condescending,

and your message was deeply
out of step with the moment.

At worst, you looked like
a bigot. And at best...

Yes?

- A fossil.
- Ah.

Well, I turned a year older today,
so I suppose you're right.

Oh, my God. It's your birthday?
Happy birthday!

Happy birthday.

- I didn't know.
- I don't like to make a big deal of it.

He never likes to make a big deal
out of his birthday.

Edward, the time has come
for you to choose a side.

I can't choose sides
against my own family.

Well, then you risk losing your title
as treasurer of this college

and God only knows what else.

Mm-hmm.

You could have had this.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

- Dad, are you okay?
- Yeah.

I can't believe Mr. Conkey
just att*cked you like that.

- That man has always been drama.
- And on your birthday. God, Dad.

Well, what's the difference?

I'll be dead soon enough.

[EMILY] Everything has been
just so hard lately.

We can't let him be sad on his birthday.

Well, what can we do?
I already got him a shoehorn.

[EMILY] Um...

- Oh, I know. I know.
- What?

We should have a classic
Dickinson sing-along.

Emily, that's a wonderful idea.
We haven't done that for so long.

Yes, we'll light a fire in the parlor.
We'll gather around the piano.

We'll sing all his old favorites.

Yes. That's perfect.

It'll be just like old times,

singing around the
fire with you children,

just like when you were young.

You know your dad loves
a good sing-along.

Oh, girls, family truly is all we have.

I agree.

Oh, this will make Dad so happy
on his birthday, for all of us to sing!

Aw, Vinnie.

Um, you can lip-synch?

It's probably for the best, Lavinia.

- Now we only have one more problem.
- What?

Well, we can't have a family sing-along
without the whole family.

What about Austin and Sue?

You mean, you want them to come?

Even if Sue is still not ready
to let you hold the baby?

Family is the only thing that matters.
It's as simple as that.

Mom, you're right.

I will get them to join us tonight.
Leave it to me.

[SIGHING]

- [CRYING, SNIFFLING]
- [DOOR OPENS]

- [EMILY] Sue!
- [DOOR CLOSES]

[SIGHS]

Sue. What's wrong?

Uh, the baby didn't sleep last night,

and he won't stop crying,

and I just am so tired.

I honestly didn't know it was possible
to be this tired. I'm just...

Emily, I don't think I can do this.

Oh, but you're doing it, Sue.
You're already doing it.

You're taking great care of your baby.

Sue, where is your baby?

He's with Clara and Anna.

I know, they're twisted
little pyromaniacs,

but I just couldn't listen
to him scream anymore.

Just... I needed a break. Is that wrong?

No. No, no. Of course not.

Okay.

Sue, listen to me.

I love you.

Oh. Well, I wasn't expecting that.
[CHUCKLES, SNIFFLES]

And I love you more than anything
or anyone on Earth,

and you need to know that so deeply
that you never doubt it.

You need to know it in your bones.

And if it takes me telling you
every single day

for it to sink in that deep,
then I'm gonna do that.

Because you are my everything, Sue.

[CHUCKLING] Emily.

I can't live without you,

I can't breathe without you,

and I can't write without you.

[CHUCKLING] Where is this coming from?

- It's coming from my dirty little heart.
- [LAUGHING]

Mm-hmm.

[SUE SIGHS] Oh.

I feel a lot better.

Well, good. Nurse Emily at your service.

Thank you, nurse. I think you
just saved my life. [CHUCKLES]

[SIGHS] We're having
a family sing-along tonight

for Dad's birthday.

Will you come and join?

That actually sounds really nice.

I'd love to.

Oh, thank you, Sue.

This family is not complete without you.

Now we just need to convince Austin.

- Don't worry. I'll take care of that.
- You will?

At the end of the day,
I'm still his wife.

He has to do what I say.

You might be his wife, but I'm yours.

- [SUE SNIFFLES]
- [BABY CRYING]

Oh, God. I think he needs me.

- Go.
- Sorry.

It's okay. I'll see you tonight.

See you.

[SIGHS]

[HIGGINSON] Safe in
their Alabaster Chambers -


Untouched by Morning -

And untouched by noon -

Sleep the meek members
of the Resurrection,


Rafter of Satin and Roof of Stone -

[GASPS]

Now, before we dive in,
I'd like to take attendance.

Could you each state
your name for me, please?

And while we're at it,

why don't you tell me a
little bit about yourself?

I'll start.

My name is Everett.

I have perfect taste in interior design.

And I don't want to talk
about my history, okay?

I want to talk about my future.

Future where I can get
the hell out of this place.

- [VOLUNTEER] Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

- Say that. Say that.
- [EVERETT] Yeah, dude. Amen.

Have you always lived here?

All of us were born
here, except Erasmus.

No... Nobody know where he come from.

Time is a fiction.

Like any story, I weave
myself in and out of histories.

Occasionally, I do take
the shape of a spider.

- Man, you something else, man.
- [OTHERS LAUGHING]

[CHUCKLING] Okay.

And you?

I'm The Wall.

They call me The Wall 'cause I'm big,

but ironically, I'm known for
my strength of character above all else.

You can lean on him.

I'm The Wall.

- Got it.
- Yeah.

Yeah. And what's your name?

Michael Jordan.

Michael River Jordan.

You carry a greatness within you,
Michael Jordan.

One day, stadiums will gather
to watch you dominate.

Erasmus can see the future.

The future and the past coexist,
if you have the eyes to see it.

Mmm. And that's Black excellence.

[ALL HUMMING]

- Wow. Okay.
- [ERASMUS] Whoo-hoo-hoo.

Um, you. Do you got a
story you want to share?

My name is Soloman.

Used to work in the kitchen here,

and I know a whole bunch
of herbs and spices.

Oh, so you're a good cook?

I'm an assassin.

I will poison you.
You won't even see it coming.

- [OTHERS LAUGHING]
- I will watch out for that.

You can try!

[LAUGHING]

Uh, well... well... well,
now that we're done with attendance...

Once you know the alphabet,

you'll be able to spell any
word in the English language.

- Can I spell, "Where's my g*n?"
- [OTHERS LAUGHING]

My man!

Can I spell, "If I'm in your army now,
then give me my w*apon"?

- [MICHAEL] Mm-hmm.
- [SOLOMAN] Boom.

I thought you was gonna get us
our g*ns, buckra.

Yeah, didn't you say
you was gonna talk to Higginson?

He said that. How that go?

- Well, I did bring it up with him.
- And what did he say?

He said, "It's in process".

"It's in process". What does that mean?

Well, according to Higginson,

the First South Carolina Volunteers
is still a bit of an experiment.

[WHISPERS] Experiment.

You're not an officially authorized
regiment yet, it seems.

Not until Lincoln signs
the Emancipation Proclamation.

Okay. And when is that gonna happen?

January st, .

Higginson believes it will be soon,

but he can't arm you himself.

He needs permission from General Saxton,

who has to wait for the go-ahead
from Lincoln himself.

It's an infinity of white men lined up,
getting in our way.

I wish I could help you,

but I'm just here
to teach you how to read.

We don't wanna read. We wanna fight.

- We want to get to the future.
- [SOLOMAN] Mm-hmm.

Well, I can tell you this.

In order to get to the future,
you need to understand the past.

And that means reading history,

studying all the darkness,

the pain,

the paradox.

America itself is a paradox,
and we have to study that.

'Cause if you can't really
confront that darkness,

how can you move forward into the light?

[SIGHS]

This buckra might have a point, y'all.

- [EVERETT] Mm-hmm.
- [WALL] Yeah.

[SOLOMAN] Mmm.

Let's learn to read.

Austin, here you are.

Go get dressed. We're expected
at your father's house tonight.

Excuse me? I'm not speaking
to my father.

Yes, yes, I know, but it's his birthday,

and they're having a sing-along and...

You don't listen
to a single word I say, do you?

I have cut myself off from my father.

I will not be attending his birthday.

But I surely won't stop you from going.

As a matter of fact,
I'd love for you to go.

Leave me here alone with the baby.

I haven't gotten to spend time with him.

I'd love to have a night,
just him and me.

Why would a father ever want
a night alone with his child?

If you're not coming, the baby
will stay with Clara and Anna.

They can look after him.

You're not listening to me again.

I said, I want to look after him.

You're not even capable
of looking after yourself.

What have you been doing all afternoon?

Drinking again, I assume.

No. I cannot leave you alone
with the baby.

You would likely drop
him out of a window

or some equally horrible accident.

Fathers are just not
good nurturers, Austin.

That's just the way it is.

Men have other roles to play.

Oh, really? Like what?

Like fighting in the w*r.

Why don't you go put a uniform on

and do what you're supposed to do?

It's what men do.

[SIGHS] Then maybe your father
might actually be proud of you.

[MRS. DICKINSON] Do you have my song?

- [EMILY] Uh...
- [SUE] Oh, good song.

Do you have "Plenty of Fish in the Sea"?

- Yes.
- Are they all in the right order?

- Yes, yes.
- Great.

- [RINGING]
- [MRS. DICKINSON GASPS]

- Oh!
- Oh!

- [RINGING STOPS]
- [DOOR OPENS]

[MRS. DICKINSON] Shh, shh.

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow
for he's a jolly good fellow ♪


[SCREAMS] Edward!

Edward, can you hear me?

[BREATHING SHAKILY]
I can hear you just fine, woman.

Ooh. That's what almost
did me in right now.

Thank God. I thought we
lost you for good that time.

[EDWARD] Mmm. [CHUCKLES]

What is all the hubbub?

- Well, it... it was my idea.
- Yeah?

I just wanted to have... [CHUCKLES]

... an old-fashioned family sing-along
for your birthday.

Well... [BREATHES DEEPLY]

I think I would love a bit of music.

- Yes. I'd like that very much indeed.
- [RINGING]

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow
for he's a jolly good fellow ♪


♪ For he's a jolly good fellow
which nobody can deny ♪


[PLAYING PIANO]

- [CLEARS THROAT]
- [CLEARS THROAT]

♪ We live in hard and stirring times ♪

♪ Too sad for mirth
too rough for rhymes ♪


♪ For songs of peace
have lost their chimes ♪


♪ And that's what's the matter ♪

♪ The men we held as brothers true ♪

♪ Have turned into a rebel crew ♪

♪ And now we have to put them through ♪

♪ For that's what's the matter ♪

♪ That's what's the matter ♪

♪ The rebels have to scatter ♪

♪ We will make them flee
by land and sea ♪


♪ And that's what's the matter ♪

♪ Oh, the sun shines bright ♪

♪ On my old Kentucky home ♪

♪ 'Tis summer, the people are gay ♪

♪ The corn tops rise ♪

♪ And the meadow is in bloom ♪

♪ While the birds make music all day ♪

♪ A lady tossed her curls ♪

♪ At all who came to woo ♪

♪ She laughed to scorn the vows ♪

♪ At hearts though false or true ♪

♪ While merrily she sang ♪

♪ And cared all day for naught ♪

♪ There are plenty of fish in the sea ♪

♪ As good as ever were caught ♪

♪ There are plenty of fish in the sea ♪

♪ As good as ever were caught ♪

[LAUGHS]

♪ Listen to the mockingbird ♪

♪ The mockingbird still singing
o'er her grave ♪


♪ Listen to the mockingbird ♪

♪ Still singing
where the weeping willows wave ♪


- Yay, Vinnie!
- Vinnie! Yay! More. More. More.

[EDWARD] Aw. Keep playing.

- Oh. I needed this.
- [LAVINIA PLAYING PIANO]

Thank you.

Oh, God. Now that my
brain fog is clearing, I...

I had a thought I wanted to share
with you about your poem.

My poem? Which one?

The last one you sent me,
right before the baby was born.

The, um, "Safe in their
Alabaster Chambers".

Oh, that's one of the ones I sent to...

One of the ones you sent to who?


To you. To... That's, um, yeah. Go on.

[CHUCKLING] Yeah, well,

I mean, it's... It is an
extraordinary poem.

Just the imagery of death and snow.

It's... It's just beautiful, Emily.

But?

- Is there a but?
- Oh, no, no.

- Oh.
- N-Not a but. Just... Just a maybe.

I... I, um...

I thought maybe it could be better
without the second stanza.

Without it?

Well, it's... it's just my opinion.

But I... I know that my opinion means
more to you than anyone else's.

It's time to reminisce.

Edward, let's share
some of our fondest memories.

Mmm. Do we have those?

Of course we do.

Why don't you tell us the story
of how you first met?

[EDWARD] All right. [CLEARS THROAT]

- It was in the th century...
- [MRS. DICKINSON] Edward!

- ... and I...
- Tell the story.

All right. All right.
[CHUCKLING] All right. All right.

All right. Well, uh...

Well, I was a strapping young man,

member of the
Massachusetts State Militia.

[CHUCKLES]

- And I was posted in Monson.
- Where I grew up.

And one night, I happened to attend

a chemistry lecture at Monson Academy,

and wouldn't you know it,

young Miss Emily Norcross sat
just beside me.

What? Mom, you went
to a chemistry lecture?

I assure you, I was only there
to hold the seat for my brother.

I intended to hurry on home
the minute any science got started.

Yes, but she stayed for the chemistry,
if you permit me.

- Oh. [CHUCKLES]
- [CHUCKLES]

He was a major, with a sash
and a sword and everything.

It was love at first sight.

Is that why you left my proposal letter
unanswered for three months?

- Oh, it wasn't that long.
- Three months.

She left me high and dry three months.
Unbelievable.

What was the wedding like?

The wedding. Oh, let's see.

Well, I remember I was so excited
the night before that I couldn't sleep.

So I just stared at the candle
as it b*rned ever lower,

until its light was
extinguished forever.

My sister, Lavinia, God bless her soul,

she didn't want me to get married.

She thought I was too young.

She didn't know how she'd survive
on the farm without me.

She was in a true panic about it.

I remember she spent
our entire wedding day in tears.

That's...

Hmm.

Well, look, it all worked out.

A great life with Edward,
three beautiful children.

[CHUCKLES]

And who cares if I never got
to see my mother again

because, by the time I was able
to get to Monson after you were born,

she already wasted away
from yellow fever.

[CHUCKLING] Oh.

[INHALES DEEPLY] Ah. Sweet memories.

Yes. [CHUCKLES] Great.

You know, I saw my wedding dress
just this morning.

It was packed away along with
Grandmother Norcross's quilt,

gathering dust.

Oh, I remember that dress.

Oh, you do, do you?

Ooh, yes. You should go put it on.

- Edward.
- Ooh.

Edward, stop.

- It would never fit.
- Mom, go try.

Please, I am not the child bride

your father ripped from the bosom
of her family anymore.

Mmm, you'll always be
that child bride to me.

Okay, that... [CHUCKLES]

[CRYING] I miss my sister.

[BREATHES DEEPLY, SNIFFLES]

Life is hard for us all, isn't it?

Hey, I think I know a song about that.

Oh, go on then.

♪ Let us pause in life's journeys ♪

♪ And count its many tears ♪

♪ While we all sup
sorrow with the poor ♪


♪ There's a song that will linger ♪

♪ Forever in our ears ♪

♪ Oh, hard times come again no more ♪

♪ 'Tis the song ♪

♪ The sigh of the weary ♪

♪ Hard times, hard times ♪

♪ Come again no more ♪

♪ Many days you have lingered ♪

♪ Around my cabin door ♪

♪ Oh, hard times ♪

♪ Come again no more ♪

♪ While we seek mirth and beauty ♪

♪ And music light and gay ♪

♪ There are frail forms ♪

♪ Fainting at the door ♪

[BOTH] ♪ Though their
voices are silent ♪


♪ Their pleading looks will say ♪

♪ Oh, hard times ♪

♪ Come again no more ♪

♪ Oh, hard times ♪

♪ Come again no more ♪

[CHUCKLING] You came.

Happy birthday, old man.

Thanks. I'm glad you
could make it for that one.

It's just such a beautiful song.

Yeah. I love that one. [CHUCKLES]

Mmm. Perhaps you two should teach it
to your young boy one day.

You mean, me and Emily?

No. I meant you and Austin.

[MOUTHING] Oh.

Uh, we... we were just having
some fond memories tonight.

Speaking of memories,
I'll be right back.

- Where are you going?
- Upstairs.

[EDWARD] What?

I'll just be a moment.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Austin, don't you think
you've had enough?

Listen to your wife. She's right.

Actually, I'd like to say a few words,
if that's all right.

A birthday toast. Yes, go right ahead.

[SOFTLY] Not exactly a toast.

[EDWARD] Oh, for God's sake.

All right. [CLEARS THROAT] Here it is.

I've been doing some thinking.

That's a bit unusual for you.

[SIGHS]

Now, it won't come as any surprise
to any of you that I've been unhappy.

Of course, our whole country is
unhappy. Unhappy and in pain.

And sometimes it's
hard to tell your pain

apart from the general
sorrow of society,

you know?

But the fact is, I don't like
the way my life has turned out.

For more reasons than I can count.

Wh... "Turned out"?
Ah, but you're still young, my boy.

Yes, that's right. [CHUCKLES]

My life isn't over yet,

and that means I still have
the power to make some changes.

What do you mean, "changes"?

- I'm not sure now is the best time to...
- Let me talk, Emily.

I've made some
important decisions tonight,

and I'm here to share them with you.

First off, I'm leaving the law office
of Edward Dickinson and Son.

I'll be starting my own firm.

Oh, your own firm?

You're not ready for that.

And where will you be finding
your clients?

Or do you plan on
helping yourself to mine?

I've already got a few clients,
as a matter of fact,

because I'll be specializing
in a whole new area of law.

Excuse me? What area?

Divorce.

I've been reading up on the subject.

It seems there's a growing demand
for divorce lawyers these days.

More and more marriages,
when you look under the surface,

turn out to conceal
irreconcilable differences,

just like the Yankees
and the Confederates.

There just comes a point
when you can't live together anymore.

And I'll have an edge in the area,

since I've experienced
just such a marriage myself.

[SCOFFS]

- I'm divorcing you, Susan.
- [SCOFFS]

And I'll be taking
full custody of the child.

Ta-da! I put on my wedding dress.

Look, it still fits.

- Wait. What's happening?
- Just...

I mean it. We're done.

This, whatever this is or was, is over.

[CHUCKLES]

You won't even remember this
in the morning.

I'll just go back upstairs.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Austin, how could you?

I think you know how I could, Emily.

I think you know
better than anyone, I'd say.

Your drinking is out of control.

Austin, I won't let
you do this to yourself.

I won't let you ruin your own life!

Oh, don't worry about that.
You've already ruined it for me.

You will stop this.
You will stop this right now!

Why don't you just go ahead
and hit me? Come on.

Hit me like you used to hit her.

- Oh.
- Austin.

What?

We all knew. We just pretended not to.

But I'm not going to protect
this loser's feelings anymore.

- Em.
- I can't make a new future for myself

if I continue to lie about the past.

Hmm.

I can't change the past.

But I will never give up on this family,

and I will never give up on you.

Hmm?

Austin, just get out. You need to leave.

You couldn't keep me here if you tried.

Hey, listen to me.

What?

You told me I had to choose.

You said it was either you or him.

Well, guess what?

I choose him.

I choose our father.

Well, it's your funeral.

Vinnie. Oh, my sweet sister.

- Mom?
- Vinnie, forgive me...

[LAVINIA, EMILY GASP]

- [EMILY GASPS]
- Dear God!

Ah. Oh, Edward, I'm sorry.

- I do. I do. Mmm.
- Mmm.

Jesus Christ.

- [DOOR SLAMS]
- I have no regrets.

I just wanted to make everyone happy.

- [SIGHS]
- Emily, my love.

Okay, I am breaking
my vow of silence to say

this family is absolutely insane.

- Oh, Sue, I d...
- Emily, don't touch me right now.

I know how upset you must be.

He... He didn't mean it.

- He won't leave you, Sue.
- Emily, I don't care about Austin.

I care about you.

You need to explain this to me.

Uh...

- His name is Higginson, and...
- I know who he is.

I've read his work.

- I have a brain too. Remember?
- Yes. Of course.

What I don't understand is
why you gave this man

the same poem that you gave to me.

[BREATHES SHAKILY]

He invited young writers to reach
out to him, so I reached out.

[CRYING] And sent him
"Safe in their Alabaster Chambers".

Yes.

"Would... Would you have time to be
the friend you should think I need?

I have a little shape.

It would not crowd your desk nor make

much racket as the mouse". [SCOFFS]

"Will you be my preceptor,
Mr. Higginson? I am in danger, sir..."

Oh, my God, Emily.

This letter makes it sound like
you're helpless.

Like you're completely alone.
It doesn't even mention me.

- Look, I wanted to. I just...
- It's like ever since I've had a baby,

I have ceased to exist!

Sue, please!

[BREATHES SHAKILY] You know what?

[SIGHS] You're just like Austin.

Well, what does that mean?

You think you're fighting
for something, but really,

you're just running away.
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