Lizzie stares into the camera in a very close shot.
In three hours I'm going in. After I'm
in, they tell me it's five minutes to
strap me in, and then I'm given another
five to say a few words. Five minutes
to say a few words. I won't need it.
There's nothing I would have to say to
them that would take five minutes.
It's like what am I going to say. I'm
sorry. Please forgive me. He was
mine. Not theirs. Not anybody's but
mine. I asked for help. But no one...
no one lifted a finger for my son. No
one. Of course I'm sorry. But I'm not
going to say it to them strapped in a
chair with a pail of acid beneath me
and two... they tell me two cyanide
tablets dangling above the pail. So I
say it through this little hole in the
wall, my little hole. My little
peephole into heaven. I'll close my
eyes and look through this hole as I
hear those tablets drop into the pail,
and I will take a deep breath and see
the light and I will smile. I will
smile. See you soon. See you soon
Jimmy. I'll be with you soon.