[bell tolling in distance]
[birds chirping]
[hoofbeats clopping]
[horse whinnies]
{\an8}I don't tolerate vulgarity or disease.
{\an8}My girls are moral and kind.
Men come to Faye's
for a graceful experience.
We want our customers to feel as though
whatever might arise of a sexual nature
has occurred almost by happenstance.
-I understand.
-[Faye] Hm.
This will not be your first brothel?
[Cathy] No.
Where did you work before?
-Near Boston for a few years.
-[Faye] Hm.
And you're here of your own free will?
No one is forcing you?
I'd count myself fortunate to be employed
at a house such as yours, Madam Faye.
I hope you don't mind me
asking these questions. [chuckles]
It's just
that it's so puzzling.
You're so pretty and young and ladylike.
Why, you could have a husband
and a surrey and a corner house in town
with no trouble at all.
I hope you won't insist on knowing.
The happiness of someone
very dear to me is involved.
What was your name again?
Kate.
Kate Albey.
[Faye] Breakfast is at eight.
Supper at four.
We begin to receive visitors at seven.
Oh, Georgia, be a dear.
-Show Kate up to Rosie's old room.
-Sure.
-Hello.
-[Georgia] Come on.
Ethel.
I need you to run an errand
for me tomorrow.
-You need more pills from Dr. Wilde?
-No, no. I have a message for the sheriff.
I want him to take a look at this girl
and tell me what I'm missing.
[ragtime piano music playing]
[eerie music overlapping]
{\an8}[man and Cathy breathing heavily]
[music fades]
[man grunting]
[grunting continues]
[man screaming]
[man breathing heavily]
Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh...
[knocking on door]
[Cathy] One moment!
[Quinn] Miss Albey?
This is Sheriff Quinn.
[ragtime piano music playing in distance]
[indistinct chatter in distance]
That's a funny picture for a whorehouse.
It was here.
Miss Faye asked me to size you up,
who you are,
where you come from.
I'm happy to answer any of your questions.
Oh, it won't be necessary.
I've just come from out near King City.
And they asked me there
to see about your husband,
Adam Trask.
-I...
-[Quinn] Oh, no, no, no.
There's no need to pretend.
I've seen your wedding picture.
Don't you wanna know how bad you shot him?
Yes.
[Quinn] Well, a .44
tears the hell out of a man.
If not for the ch*nk,
he'd have bled to death,
and you'd be staying with me in the jail.
I'm sorry.
[Quinn] Oh, no, you're not.
You left a couple of babies.
Nah, I'm not gonna make you go back there.
In fact, I'd do quite a bit
to keep you from going back there
because I don't want you
to hurt Mr. Trask or those little boys.
I have no intention of hurting them.
Oh, I'm pretty sure they'd be hurt plenty
if they ever found out what you are.
A wh*re is a wh*re.
I don't care how you live your life
as long as you don't give me any trouble.
[clicks tongue] What is it you do want?
[Quinn] Well, you'll keep your new name,
Miss Albey.
-Kate.
-[Quinn] Sure.
Color your hair dark for a while.
See, lots of people
look like somebody else.
What about this?
Well, if somebody thinks they know you
by that mark, well, that's just a...
That's... [exhales]
Oh, what is that word?
-Coincidence?
-[Quinn] Yeah.
-[chuckles softly]
-Coincidence.
And what will you tell Faye?
That you'll make
a fine addition to the house.
[chair creaks]
[Cathy] Isn't there a threat?
Or something that you want in return?
Yeah.
I got a boy.
Nearing 20.
Big, nice-looking fella
with a broken nose.
If he comes by,
I want you to send him down to Jenny's.
[crowd applauding in distance]
I don't want him coming in here.
-[ragtime piano music playing]
-[door opens, closes]
[Cathy exhales]
-[music continues]
-[silverware clinking]
[cook muttering]
-Tainted.
-[pot clangs]
Not that it matters.
[Cathy] The only true freedom
in this world is economic freedom.
And for the modern woman,
that presents a problem.
She could marry into wealth, of course.
But those assets will belong
to her husband as surely as she does.
[woman] Leslie got pregnant?
[Cathy] No, there are only two ways
for a woman to acquire her own money.
She can be fortunate enough
to have a rich relative die.
Or she can own and run her own brothel.
[indistinct chatter]
[piano music continues]
Enjoy yourself. Oh, thank you.
[Cathy] People who don't know
think it's easy to be a madam.
They think a madam just sits
in a big chair and drinks beer
and takes half the money the girls make.
[indistinct chatter continues]
[Cathy] But it's not like that at all.
You have to feed the girls.
That means managing the groceries
and overseeing a cook.
[both breathing heavily]
Your laundry problem is quite a bit more
complicated than that of a hotel.
You have to keep on good terms
with the sheriff and the shopkeepers.
[breathing heavily]
You have to keep all your employees well
and as happy as possible.
[subdued indistinct chatter]
[Cathy] wh*res, especially those
getting along in the years,
can be pretty flighty with a razor.
That kind of thing
gets your house a bad name.
So you have to keep suicide
at an absolute minimum.
[piano music continues]
[Cathy] See, it isn't so easy
running a house.
And if you have waste too,
you can lose money.
[music ends]
Oh, isn't that lovely?
Look, Ethel, she remembered
to use my special plates.
[Ethel] Thanks, you can go now.
Go on.
Faye asked to speak with me.
Ethel, give us a moment, dear.
[Faye] Hm.
Sit down.
[footsteps receding]
Were you aware that clients
have been asking for you by name?
More all the time.
Do you know why?
[dishes clinking]
Perhaps they like my face.
[Faye chuckles]
A pretty face alone
does not inspire loyalty.
[Cathy] Hm.
[Faye] Do you know what I find curious?
One would assume a girl as gifted as you
would have made enemies
of the other girls in the house,
but the girls all profess to like you.
[Cathy chuckles softly]
Grace says you embroidered her
a handkerchief with her initials.
My mother taught me to stitch neatly.
I can make one for you, if you like.
Kate, why are you behaving
like a schoolgirl due for punishment?
I assumed you were displeased
with me to call me in.
[Faye] On the contrary, my dear.
You appear to be a treasure.
I would like for you to remain happy here.
-What do you desire?
-[Cathy exhales]
-A... a bigger room?
-No.
-[Faye] Some addition to your wardrobe?
-No, no. I'm... I'm perfectly...
-[Faye] What?
-Nothing.
Spit it out, child.
Who helps you?
-What do you mean?
-[Cathy] With the bills and such.
Surely you don't oversee every aspect
of the house on your own?
-Of course I do.
-[Cathy] That's terrible.
You'll work yourself to death.
This is the life of a madam,
the life I chose.
-[Cathy] But your health...
-What about my health?
I have noticed on occasion
you take medicine.
It is only Pinkham's.
[Faye sipping]
My mother was so much like you.
Thinking only of others,
no concern for herself.
Till the very end.
[Faye] Hm...
[Cathy inhales deeply]
Allow me to shoulder
some small part of your burden.
Well, it's not necessary.
Laundry and grocery bills.
Let me manage them for one month.
And if all isn't to your liking,
we shall restore them
to the current arrangement.
I've noticed a good third of the porridge
gets thrown out each morning.
[jaunty music playing]
Not my fault you all don't eat.
But by the time the girls
pull themselves out of bed,
the porridge has often gone cold.
Might the timing be altered?
No. I have to start on dinner.
Most days, there's at least one girl
flashing the red flag,
lying about, not earning.
Could we put those idle hands to work?
For every trick, you'll get a mark.
And at the end of each week,
we'll tally them up.
May,
you performed heroically last week,
not only how many tricks you turned,
but just how pungent some of the men were.
[women laughing]
[Cathy] I'll work on getting
our clients to bathe.
[jaunty music continues]
[Cathy] We'd obviously like
to keep our business with you.
Your services are undeniably superior.
Fifteen pounds of laundry, twice a week,
more in summer,
and our business is growing.
I'd hate for you to lose out
on such a contract.
Four cent.
Three.
I'll talk to the other houses
about bringing you their business as well.
[lively indistinct chatter]
[Cathy] Over a hundred tricks this week,
which I think we can be proud of.
[Faye] I should say so.
Although, some of those
were Jenny's regulars
on account of Jenny being closed for Lent.
I did give them a special rate to see
if we couldn't persuade them to return.
You think of everything.
Just look at this place.
You knew what was needed before I did.
Well, it's my pleasure to care for you.
[Faye] Hm.
[woman sobbing in distance]
[Cathy breathing deeply]
[sobbing continues]
[knocking on door]
[Cathy] Alice?
[Alice sobbing]
[breath trembling]
I asked him not to be so rough.
[Cathy] Where are you hurt?
[Alice inhales deeply]
[shuddering]
[Alice groans softly]
[breathing shakily]
I'll have Dr. Wilde come tomorrow morning.
-I can't afford the fee.
-[Cathy] The house will pay.
-That's against Faye's policy.
-Well, you can't work until you've healed.
And you can't heal without a doctor.
[Alice] I cried in front of him.
And he liked it.
[sobbing softly] He liked it.
[sobbing]
[sniffles]
Do you know the story Alice in Wonderland?
[Alice breathing shakily]
[gentle, mysterious music playing]
It's about this little girl,
Alice, like you,
who goes into this world,
and it's upside down.
Animals talk. Nothing is as it seems.
And she finds this...
this bottle that says "drink me."
And the potion makes her shrink down
until she's so very small.
[Alice grunts softly]
[Alice breathing shakily]
When I was a little girl...
and I was afraid...
or hurt...
there was no place to hide,
no escape, I would think about Alice.
"Drink me."
And I'd feel myself growing so small...
[sniffles]
So small, nobody could find me.
But Alice would be there,
waiting to welcome me.
And I knew
I had only to drink the whole bottle,
and I would disappear.
But I never had to.
Because I always had Alice.
[gentle music swells]
You need not be alone.
[Alice exhales softly]
[music fades]
[Cathy sniffles]
Tell me...
which client did this to you?
["Moonlight Sonata" playing on piano]
["Moonlight Sonata" continues]
[music ends]
[audience applauding]
What do you call that, Cotton Eye?
"Moonlight." Piece by Beethoven.
-Do you know the words?
-[Cotton Eye] It don't have words.
[Georgia] Sounds like moonlight.
Play it again.
["Moonlight Sonata" playing]
[man speaking indistinctly]
[Faye] Perhaps my girls
will be upstairs and greet you.
[man] That's it.
[ominous music playing]
I asked for Alice.
And I asked for you, Mr. Bacon.
Why should a wh*re's request
outweigh mine?
[Cathy breathing deeply]
I have heard about your
tastes.
Alice is a lovely girl,
but I think I may be able
to sate your appetites
with a little more precision.
You see...
Ah.
[both exhale]
In my experience,
those that bear a great burden of power,
they like to be...
[Bacon grunts]
Relieved of it every so often.
[eerie music playing]
And you, sir,
you appear to be a very powerful person.
Do you want me to show you what I can do?
[Bacon inhales sharply]
Or would you rather beat me
until I call you Father?
The egg man was short again today.
-Oh. He'll make it up to us when he can.
-[Cathy clicks tongue]
You're too trusting, Faye.
If you don't take care, someone will steal
the roof from right over your head.
-I have you to watch out for me now.
-[Cathy chuckles]
Mm. I'm trying to do just that.
It's strange to think you haven't even
been here a year. [chuckles softly]
You know, Kate...
I've come to consider you almost as a...
as a daughter.
[soft, ominous music playing]
Hm. I think
my mother in heaven would be glad.
[Faye] Hm.
[sniffles]
-Kate...
-[Cathy] Yes?
[Faye exhales softly]
I don't like you working here.
-Whatever do you mean?
-[Faye] I'm not ashamed.
I run a nice house.
If I didn't, maybe somebody else
would run a bad house.
I'm not ashamed.
Well, why should you be?
I don't like to think
of my daughter working.
[Cathy chuckles softly]
Don't be silly. I have to work.
I have to earn my own way.
You could manage the house
and not go upstairs.
It would be good to have a...
a second-in-command.
I'm not always well, you know.
I know you're not.
Poor darling.
I'd pay you whatever you're making now.
You'd be worth it.
[softly] Hm?
I wish I could do what you want,
but you need your little reserve,
and I need money.
I've told you I could pay you.
Suppose something should happen to you.
What happens then?
I'd be without clients, without security.
[grunts softly] Where are you going?
To prepare myself for the evening.
I have five regulars tonight.
-Kate, I don't want you working.
-But I have to, Mother.
[shakily] Oh.
[tuts] Oh, poor darling.
Why don't you rest this evening?
You've been working so hard.
Your nerves have frayed.
-I can look after the others.
-Stay with me.
-[Cathy] Our guests will be waiting.
-[sighs]
Can't you tell them you're sick?
I wish I could, but I can't.
I must think of my future.
[Faye sniffles]
[Faye] Kate...
I think I will stay in my room tonight.
After you close up, tap on my door.
I have a...
I have a little surprise for you.
What kind of a surprise?
-A secret surprise.
-[Cathy] Mmm.
-Tell the cook to come see me.
-Sounds like a cake surprise.
Go on. Shoo. [chuckles]
[somber music playing on piano]
[thunder rumbling]
[rain pattering]
[piano music continues]
[Georgia] No one's coming in.
Let's ask Faye if we can close up.
No, leave Faye alone.
She isn't feeling very well.
You girls go to bed. I'll clear up.
[thunder rumbling]
[Georgia strains]
-Good night.
-[Alice] Night.
What's the matter with Faye?
I'm worried to death about her.
Why? She looks all right to me.
Just this afternoon,
when I was setting her hair, she...
-No, I shouldn't say.
-[Grace] What? What is it?
In the middle of a sentence,
she fainted dead away.
No. Why?
Her indigestion, she says.
I thought she was poorly.
I noticed she had a kind of bright flush.
-Right.
-Should we call Dr. Wilde?
No, no.
And please don't say anything to Faye.
She'd hate for you to concern yourselves.
What a dear she is.
-[rain pattering]
-[wind howling in distance]
[knocking on door]
[Faye] Come in!
Ta-da! [chuckles]
-[cork pops]
-[Faye] Surprise!
-What in the world?
-[Faye chuckles]
-It looks like a party.
-It is.
A party for my dear daughter.
I brought you a present.
Oh. [tuts] Why? You shouldn't have.
[thunder rumbling]
Oh.
Oh, you crazy child.
No, it's... it's too much. I can't take it.
-[Cathy] It was my mother's watch.
-[Faye] Oh...
And I want my new mother to have it.
[Faye sniffles]
I have a gift for you too.
Go over to the desk.
[watch ticking softly]
[Faye] Mm-hmm.
[Cathy chuckles]
The little mahogany box.
Open it.
Go on. Read it.
[paper rustling]
[Cathy gasps softly]
"All my worldly goods."
All my worldly goods,
without exception, to Kate Albey.
Because I regard her as my daughter.
[eerie music playing]
[Faye] I know a will
is a funny sort of present.
Now that you're my real daughter,
I can tell you.
I have assets,
we have assets,
in excess of $60,000.
[chuckles softly]
I sold the place in Sacramento
for a good price.
You never have to worry
about your future ever again.
[glass clinking]
I'm afraid it will not stand.
Well, what do you mean?
It's real enough.
I had Alex witness it this afternoon.
If, God forbid,
anything were to happen to you,
your next of kin could break this.
Oh...
They'd declare me illegitimate,
and then where would that leave me?
My girl, I have no kin.
And if I did, who would know?
Do you think
you're the only one with secrets?
-You think I use the name I was born with?
-[liquid pours, fizzes]
[Faye chuckles]
Kate, it's a party. Don't be sad.
I'm not sad. I don't...
I don't think I remember
ever feeling so happy.
Oh. Oh, my girl.
My darling. [sniffles]
You've made me happy too.
[Faye sniffles]
Now I don't feel alone.
Let's have a toast.
Do we have to have wine, Mother?
Why not? I like to put a little load on.
It lets the poison out.
Liquor isn't good for me.
You're not gonna let an old woman
get silly all by herself, are you?
We must toast to our little family.
To you.
-My daughter.
-[glasses clink]
[Faye chuckling]
That's a good girl.
Down the old rat hole.
After two or three, all the bad
things just... [blows] ...go away.
-Now it's your turn, Mother.
-[Faye] Mmm.
[Faye sips, swallows]
[exhales heavily]
[chuckling] Ooh.
When I was your age...
[exhales, inhales sharply]
I could tell you stories
you wouldn't believe.
[ominous music playing]
I could tell you stories
nobody would believe.
[laughing]
Don't be silly.
You're a child.
[Faye sniffles]
You look strange.
Mm.
Maybe it's the light.
You look...
different.
I am different.
Mm. Call me Mother, dear.
[flatly] Mother dear.
[Faye chuckles]
[thunder rumbling]
Oh, Kate.
[grunts]
We're going to have such a good life.
We could get a ship.
Buy dresses in Paris.
I've always wanted to go to Europe.
Wouldn't that be fun?
[Cathy] Not now.
[whimperingly] No?
Why not? I have plenty of money.
-We'll have plenty more.
-[pages rustle]
[Faye] Well, why wait?
I could get $10,000
for this place tomorrow.
-No.
-"No."
[scoffs]
It's my house.
It's our house.
[Faye snorts]
What's the matter with you, Kate?
I don't like your tone.
[Faye breathes deeply]
[Cathy shushing]
[Faye] Mmm.
Mmm...
Mmm...
Mother dear.
[Faye] Mm-hmm.
-[Faye grunting frantically]
-[Cathy] Mmm... Mmm...
[Faye gagging]
[coughing]
I'll show you how to run
a real whorehouse, Mother.
[coughing continues]
We'll fix the gray slugs that come here
and dump their putrid little loads.
We'll give them pleasure, Mother dear.
-You're drunk!
-[Cathy] Ah, ah, ah.
I didn't want to drink.
You made me drink.
You nasty little worm.
[frantic piano music playing]
Do you think my regulars pay me
a mean little dollar in quarters?
No.
They pay me $10,
and the price keeps going up all the time.
They can't go to anybody else.
They don't want anybody else.
No one else will do.
Don't talk like that!
You're not like that!
That's the way
this whole house is going to be.
We're gonna charge them $20,
and we'll make the b*stards bathe first.
[Faye whimpering]
Take down the trousers of my regulars
and look at the heel marks in their groin.
Tiny little cuts made from
the sweetest set of razors
so sharp that they hardly feel them
until they're bleeding in their pants.
-[screams]
-Shh.
Shh.
[whispering] Mother dear.
[Faye breathing heavily]
[Cathy] Here.
Just two or three.
All the bad things go away.
[Faye gulps]
It won't hurt if you don't fight it.
[music slowing]
[kisses]
[Faye exhales softly]
[Cathy sighs softly]
[eerie music playing]
[eerie music intensifies]
-[Cathy inhales]
-[music stops]
[Cathy breathing heavily]
[whispering] It was only a dream.
It's only a dream.
[ominous music playing]
-[Faye coughing]
-[Cathy shushing]
-[groans]
-[whispering] You're having a nightmare.
[Faye exhales, groans]
Just a bad dream.
[Faye snoring softly]
[ominous music continues]
-[Faye grunts]
-[Cathy shushing]
It's just a bad dream.
Just a bad dream.
Shh.
Wake from your dream, Mother.
[Faye screaming]
[Ethel] Faye!
Faye?
[screaming continues]
-[Ethel] What is it?
-[Cathy] Faye.
-[Faye] The dream! The dream!
-What?
[Faye sobbing] The dream!
-[Cathy] Shh.
-[Faye panting]
[music fades]
[Cathy] Poor, poor darling.
[Faye breathing heavily]
-[Cathy] Oh...
-I'll never have another drink.
[dishes clinking]
I'll do the rest.
You girls go
and ready yourself for the evening.
We have customers.
[Faye breathes deeply]
Close your eyes, Mother. Sleep.
[Faye] No.
I'm afraid to.
[footsteps receding]
The dreams.
Were they so bad?
They weren't...
[inhales deeply]
like my dreams.
[Faye sighs heavily]
[Cathy] Hmm.
Let me find you
a little paregoric to relax you.
[Faye] Okay.
Perhaps I do need a rest.
[soft clattering]
I've always wanted to go to Europe.
Would you like to come with me?
You want me to come with you to Europe?
-I've always dreamed of traveling abroad.
-Oh.
When can we go?
We'll plan a trip for next summer.
[clinking]
-Kate.
-[Cathy] Hm?
[liquid pouring]
You won't turn any more tricks, will you?
Like we talked about.
Of course not.
-[spoon clinks]
-[Faye] Mm.
Now go to sleep, Mother.
[Faye] Mm.
-I'll keep the dreams away.
-Mm.
[grunts softly]
[ominous music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
Why did you tell
about witnessing the will?
What? I said nothing.
Then how does anyone know?
Show some respect and keep a tighter ship.
[footsteps receding]
[Ethel] Acting like she owns the place.
And I've been here longer than her.
[Grace] We all have.
[May] You really think she'll take over
the house after Faye's gone?
[Ethel] Sooner than that, I reckon.
[Cathy] Girls.
It's dinnertime.
[whispering] ...they don't want
to talk to her.
[woman chuckles softly]
What is it?
What's the matter?
[dishes clinking]
I'm afraid Alex let it out about the will.
-I'm sorry, Faye. I would have never told.
-Is that all?
[scoffs] It's really very simple.
I am all alone in the world.
And Kate takes such good care of me.
I have decided to take her as my daughter.
-[Ethel] Hm?
-[woman scoffs softly]
[Faye] I hope you will all
embrace her in her new role.
Hm.
Congratulations, Kate.
Nothing has changed, really.
It's just a piece of paper.
Well, one thing has changed.
You're not going to work anymore.
Yes, I'll just be managing
the house from now on,
which means that someone
has to take on my regulars.
Ethel?
Do you think you could manage?
[Ethel chuckles softly]
Sure, I can.
Great.
I'll make the necessary arrangements
this evening, and we can...
[Cathy gagging]
-[Faye] Kate?
-[gagging frantically]
-[Faye] Kate?
-What's wrong? She...
[Cathy gasping]
-[groans]
-[Faye] Kate!
I'll fetch the doctor!
[woman] Is she...?
[Faye] What is it, Dr. Wilde?
It's her kidneys.
I suspect they need flushing out.
I'll prescribe some pills.
And she needs... she needs rest.
She has been working all hours.
[thunder rumbling]
[whispering] What have I always told you?
This kind of life breaks the body.
[Faye breathes deeply]
[Dr. Wilde] Excuse me.
I'm sorry, Mother.
What would I do without you?
[Cathy breathing deeply]
[cookware clattering softly]
[Cathy inhales]
Is there any more porridge left?
-Shouldn't you be in bed?
-[Cathy] Dr. Wilde's medicine is helping.
Oh, I think I left my pills in my bedroom.
Sit down.
Here.
-Thank you.
-I'll fetch them for you.
[Cathy exhales heavily]
Oh, you finished the garlic. Thank you.
Got the onions in the cellar too.
[Cathy] Oh.
I wish we could do that with
all our fruit and vegetables in winter.
The cost is just so much greater.
And the grocer charges twice
what he should for canned goods.
[Cathy] Mm.
Alex.
You're brilliant.
[women chattering]
[Cathy] Our biggest expense is
fruit and vegetables in the winter,
but right now,
you can buy them for two bits a lug.
But it's so much work.
Many hands. We'll be done in no time.
Berries, tomatoes, beans,
all kinds of pickles.
What else?
I have a farmer promising apricots.
And it was all Alex's idea.
Bravo, Alex.
[Cathy gags]
Kate.
-It'll pass.
-Have you taken your pills?
I've run out.
I'll have May go and fetch Dr. Wilde.
No, no, no, no. I'll, um...
I'll go to his office
when I find a moment.
Tomorrow. First thing.
[foreboding orchestral music playing]
[elevator bell rings]
[elevator creaking, whirring]
[lock clicks]
[man] Morning, Doc. You look beat.
Two deaths... [exhales]
and a breech birth.
[Dr. Wilde sighs]
[ominous music playing]
[elevator dings]
[elevator door opens]
-[bottles clatter]
-[Cathy gasps]
Good morning.
Uh, how did you get in here?
Wasn't the door locked?
It opened when I turned the knob.
Huh. My office hours aren't until ten.
I'm sorry. I... I just needed more pills.
Faye couldn't spare me later.
Right, the... the girl with the kidneys.
Any better?
[Cathy] Yes, the...
the pills help a little.
Did I leave the dispensary door
unlocked too?
What's a dispensary?
[Dr. Wilde chuckles]
Do yourself a favor.
-Never get old.
-[keys jangling]
[ragtime music playing on piano]
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
[music ends]
This here brand-new rag called
"The Easy Winners."
[piano notes playing]
[orchestral "The Easy Winners" playing]
[Cathy] Arsenic.
Causes stomach distress.
[Faye exhales, chuckles softly]
[Cathy] Lead.
Causes headache.
[Faye] Ah...
[indistinct chatter]
[Cathy] Digoxin.
[Cathy reading indistinctly]
Causes nausea.
-And here's our lovely Grace.
-[Grace] Hi.
[Faye moaning in distance]
[man] What is that?
[chuckles] Can't a lady enjoy herself?
[Faye moaning]
Come with me.
[door closes]
[music ends]
[Faye] Ugh...
It's only indigestion.
It can't be.
-What are your symptoms?
-[inhales sharply] My stomach.
My head.
[Cathy] Last night,
you were crying out in pain.
I thought
my heart...
What about your heart?
[inhales] Mm...
I'm getting Dr. Wilde.
[Faye] No.
[sighs]
He'll only say what he always does.
I shouldn't live this way.
I shouldn't eat so much. [chuckles weakly]
We'll have invalid food for supper.
-Chicken soup and salad.
-It's Alex's night off.
I know my way around a kitchen.
I'll bring up a tray.
I'd like to have dinner downstairs.
[Cathy] No, you should rest.
[glass clinking]
The more you wait on me, the worse I feel.
[soft, ominous music playing]
[footsteps approaching]
My mother died of heart trouble.
I don't know what I'd do
if anything were to happen to you.
I suppose one more day
in bed couldn't hurt.
[both chuckle softly]
[Faye] Mm.
[Grace] Jenny's girls talk about nothin'
but how nice it is over at Faye's.
[woman 1] Trixie asked if we had any room.
[woman 2] But she's been
with Jenny forever.
-[Alice] Do you want a sandwich, Kate?
-We're gonna have a picnic out back.
Ethel's gonna read our fortunes.
Oh, no, I'm having dinner
with Faye tonight.
How is she?
[indistinct chatter in distance]
[footsteps receding]
[door closes]
["Moonlight Sonata" playing]
[women laughing in distance]
[Ethel in distance] Uh, hold on.
I'll be right back.
[door opens]
[Ethel] ...for old men and children!
Do you mind if we have a nip
of cherry cordial? It is our night off.
[Cathy] You girls enjoy yourself.
[footsteps receding]
["Moonlight Sonata" continues]
[inaudible]
[inaudible conversation continues]
Oh God.
[Cathy gagging]
[Faye] Kate?
Oh, Kate.
-[Cathy groaning]
-Oh my God. Ethel?
Ethel! Girls!
[women chattering frantically]
[woman] What's going on?
[Cathy and Faye retching]
[both breathing heavily]
[woman] She's been working herself
to death.
[music fading]
What did they eat? Do any of you know?
We all had sandwiches.
It's our cook's night off.
They didn't have sandwiches.
Are these home-canned?
-Sure. We did them right here.
-[Dr. Wilde] Did any of you have them?
No. Sundays, Kate and Miss Faye
have their own supper.
-Go out and break every jar.
-What? What's wrong with them?
Botulism. g*dd*mn string beans.
And bring two bowls and some clean water.
[Grace] Did he say botulism?
-[Dr. Wilde] Open your mouth.
-[Faye panting]
[Dr. Wilde] Bite on that. Now swallow.
[swallowing]
[Dr. Wilde] That's it.
Now swallow. Swallow.
[clock ticking softly]
[footsteps approaching]
[Dr. Wilde] Miss Albey?
[Cathy breathing deeply]
[grunts softly]
I, uh... I gave her morphine.
It should take care of the pain, at least.
Isn't there anything you can do?
[Dr. Wilde] She's all torn up inside.
g*dd*mn botulism is worse
than a rattlesnake.
But I'm feeling better. Why isn't she?
[Dr. Wilde] We don't know much about
botulism, but damn few ever get over it.
You should count yourself fortunate.
It, um...
It would be best to prepare yourself.
[footsteps receding]
[Grace] When was the last time Kate slept?
If Faye dies, the shock might k*ll her.
Think she's just as likely
to blow her brains out.
[thunder rumbling softly]
[Faye breathing weakly]
Did I ever tell you,
when I was a little girl,
I wanted to have curly hair
more than anything in the world?
[Faye wheezes]
So after my bath,
my mother would plait my wet hair.
When I woke, I would take my braids out
and have the softest of waves.
My mother used to call it angel hair.
-[gentle piano music playing]
-[Cathy chuckles softly]
Isn't that beautiful?
Tomorrow, you will have angel hair, Faye.
[whispering] Can you open for me?
There we go.
Beautiful.
[Faye wheezes]
[Cathy] Shh.
[Faye wheezes]
[gentle piano music continues]
[coyote howling in distance]
[clock ticking softly]
[Cathy sobbing, wailing]
[door opens]
[women gasp] Oh!
[Cathy sobbing]
[Ethel] Oh, Faye!
[women sobbing]
[inaudible]
[gentle piano music continues]
[music ends]
[birds chirping]
{\an8}[train whistle blowing in distance]
[Cathy] The new wing
should extend to about here...
with a long corridor
leading all the way from the kitchen.
How many rooms do you think you can fit?
They can be small.
The new girls won't require much.
[man] Six or more?
That'll do for now.
Should we paint the exterior yellow
to match the rest of the house?
Paint it black.
Paint it all black.
["Paint It Black"
by The Rolling Stones playing]
♪ I see a red door
And I want it painted black ♪
♪ No colors anymore
I want them to turn black ♪
♪ I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer clothes ♪
♪ I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes ♪
♪ I see a line of cars
And they're all painted black ♪
♪ With flowers and my love
Both never to come back ♪
♪ I've seen people turn their heads
And quickly look away ♪
♪ Like a newborn baby
It just happens every day ♪
♪ I look inside myself
And see my heart is black ♪
♪ I see my red door
I must have it painted black ♪
♪ Maybe then I'll fade away
And not have to face the facts ♪
♪ It's not easy facing up
When your whole world is black ♪
♪ No more will my green sea
Go turn a deeper blue ♪
♪ I could not foresee this thing
Happening to you ♪
♪ If I look hard enough
Into the setting sun ♪
♪ My love will laugh with me
Before the morning comes ♪
♪ I see a red door
And I want it painted black ♪
♪ No colors anymore
I want them to turn black ♪
♪ I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer clothes ♪
[music fades]
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