Lizzie stares into the camera in a very close shot.
LIZZIE
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.
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