I have been an inmate
at the Kingston Penitentiary for 15 long years.
I was convicted of murder.
Will you tell me your story, Grace?
As the real one is not written in your confession.
You stupid, ugly whore!
People want a guilty person.
If there has been a crime, they want to know who did it.
Grace, who is Mary Whitney?
Mary Whitney was once a particular friend of mine.
She was always very kind to me.
Without her, it would have been a different story entirely.
Perhaps you are a liar.
There are those who have said I am one.
Grace Marks made me do it!
Hang her!
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I went to the pump,
and on turning around I saw McDermott
dragging Nancy along the yard
leading from the back kitchen to the front kitchen...
I have made you some tea.
Just set the breakfast tray down on the table.
Mrs. Humphrey, can you hear me?
I want you to swallow this.
You are quite safe.
You collapsed while carrying my breakfast tray in.
May I ask,
what has become of your hired help?
I could not pay her.
I owe her three months' back wages.
My husband took all of our money two days ago.
I do not know where he has gone.
You must eat something.
You will feel stronger.
There is nothing in the house to eat, Dr. Jordan.
Your breakfast was the last of it.
I have not eaten since my husband left.
Here we go.
You are too kind.
Thank you.
To purchase all this food.
This is so good of you, Dr. Jordan.
Think nothing of it.
I could not let you starve.
I'm afraid it will come to that.
I am at the end of my resources.
I will advance you another two months' rent.
That should be sufficient to keep the wolves at bay,
at least until you've had time to consider your prospects.
Hello, Dr. Jordan.
Good morning, Grace.
What is that you are working on today?
I am mending Miss Lydia's lace.
She does tend to be careless about her clothes,
and ought to be told that fine clothes such as hers
do not grow on trees.
I will put it down now that you're here.
It is a strain on the eyes.
Sir, you are without any item today.
Grace?
Any apple or onion or beet.
Yes, I have determined upon a different plan.
What is that, sir?
Have you had any dreams, Grace?
I suppose I have.
Though none I can remember at the moment.
I will try to remember them, if it will help you, sir,
with the trouble you're in.
What makes you think I am in trouble, Grace?
Those who have been in trouble themselves
are alert to it in others, sir.
That is a kind thought.
Perhaps we could pick up where we left off
before we were interrupted yesterday.
You were telling me about your friend Mary Whitney.
Of course.
Mary was a person of very democratic views.
To prepare a house for guests requires
extra attention.
If there is dust in the corner,
I expect one of you to notice it.
Heads up, heads down.
A spider can spin a web overnight.
Notice.
There's no reason for this house not to gleam.
It just takes vigilance!
She was a fun-loving girl,
and very bold and mischievous in her speech.
I put it down to her being a native-born Canadian,
as she did not have very much respect for degree.
It angers me that some people have so much
and others so little.
I cannot see any divine plan in it.
Would the rebels have changed that?
Oh, of course they would have.
William Lyon Mackenzie said,
"To yourselves, therefore, Farmers,
"the eyes of the whole Colonies are fixed on you
"for you are the only true nobility that
"this country can boast of.
"Canadians!
"Do you love freedom?
"I know you do.
"Do you hate oppression?
"Who dare deny it?"
It's very sad that the rebels lost.
We didn't lose.
We just haven't won yet.
Do you know that my grandmother was a Red Indian
which is why my hair is so dark.
If I had half a chance I'd run away to the woods
and go about with a bow and arrow.
You could come with me.
We wouldn't have to pin up our hair or wear stays.
How would we live? How would we survive?
We would hunt of course.
And leap out and scalp passing travelers.
It is in my blood to know how to.
And to be feared.
One dusts, one sweeps, then polishes.
Please don't polish the dust.
I can't smell the onions!
If they were braised correctly,
I should be able to smell them.
Please don't tell me you're cutting corners!
I'd like to scalp Mrs. Alderman Parkinson.
It wouldn't be worth the trouble though.
Her hair is not her own.
It was just our way of talking and no harm was meant.
All right.
You must take the peel off in one long piece,
and then without looking behind you,
you must throw it over your left shoulder.
And it will spell out the initial of the man
you will marry.
I am too young to be thinking of husbands.
You are never too young to think of a husband.
When I've saved up enough of my wages,
I am going to marry a nice, young farmer
whose land is already cleared and a good house built.
I even know what kind of hens and cow we will have.
I want red and white Leghorns
and a Jersey cow for the cream and cheese.
There's nothing better.
And a cat named Tabby and a dog named Rex.
Look! I got it off in one piece!
All right.
Who shall we marry?
There is no way to tell which way is up.
Yes. There. Look.
A "J."
It's a "J."
Oh, Grace! You will marry Jeremiah.
He's the peddler who is coming tomorrow.
He is handsome.
But you'll have to tramp around the countryside,
and you won't have any house
but the pack you carry on your back.
Oh, Grace, I'm just having fun with you!
Go on. It's your turn.
I'll try another.
Here.
Take my extra one.
Oh.
It's just a foolish, old wives' tale.
Come. Let's go to bed and make fun of people.
♪ Jeremiah, blow the fire
♪ Puff, puff, puff
♪ First you blow it gently then you blow it rough!
Who's that?
♪ Jeremiah, blow the fire puff, puff, puff
It is Jeremiah!
♪ ...then you blow it rough!
♪ Jeremiah, blow the fire puff, puff, puff
♪ First you blow it gently then you blow it rough! ♪
Rough!
What is all this about, Jeremiah?
Well, they used to pelt me with horse dung
and then pillage my unattended wares
while I gave chase.
I thought it best to have them follow under my command
so I've chosen the wiser course
which is to teach them the song myself
and simply pay the little tyrants.
There you are, share it, it's for all of you!
Come, what have you brought us!
We need to make a new woman of our Grace here.
Come, let's all go inside.
Come along.
Look at these earrings.
Don't look too long.
The gold and silver will rub off.
Now, Mary... You know it to be true.
I'll buy some.
You scarcely need it.
You smell like a princess already.
Onions more like.
Well then, you smell good enough to eat.
Well, Jeremiah, I see you are up to your old pranks.
Taking advantage of the women again.
Mrs. Honey, as always you are absolutely correct,
that is exactly what I am trying to do.
How can I resist when so many pretty girls are about,
though none as pretty as yourself.
Oh, be quiet.
Look at these handkerchiefs.
I'll take two of those.
Now, be brisk about your business
and don't take all day.
- The girls have their work to do. - Mmm-hmm.
Tell us our fortunes, Jeremiah! Come on!
- Yes! Do! - No. It is meddling with the Devil.
Oh, do tricks! Please!
He used to work at fairs. He knows conjuring tricks.
- No! - Oh!
How did you do that?
Before I was an honest tradesman,
I lived a wicked youth
and had my pocket picked and my heart broken
50 times over by cruel and pretty girls just like you.
I must be on my way.
Oh, now, Jeremiah.
Oh, Cook, there is no match for your cake.
- Mmm-hmm? - Mmm-hmm.
Girls, come on.
Grace.
You only bought four buttons.
Five for luck.
There are sharp rocks ahead.
I suppose there always are, sir.
There certainly been enough of them behind.
So I am not too daunted...
A disaster.
You will cross water three times.
You will have much trouble.
But all will be fine in the end.
You are one of us.
Jeremiah.
Mary. Grace. Come along.
Well, Miss Grace.
What a difference now that you are decently dressed.
Grace.
If you need to go to the privy outside,
wait until it is light.
Why?
It is not safe.
Grace, you are too naive.
You mustn't go out alone at night.
Why would you not be allowed
to go to the privy at night?
Because a girl should not ever let her guard down.
Mary taught me that.
So did the world I suppose.
Did you always feel that, Grace?
Do you feel it more so after the murders?
Hush, child.
You will wake the whole house.
Look at me, Mary.
I'll surely die.
This is why I had to go to the privy.
I felt a pain in my stomach.
This is how it began with my mother when she died!
Grace. You are a woman now.
Oh, hush. It is all right.
It is perfectly normal.
It happens once a month from now on.
You will be just fine.
Here.
You can put this on
until you get a red petticoat of your own.
Here, I'll show you how it is done.
Some call this Eve's curse,
but I think that is stupid
because the real curse of Eve
was having to put up with the nonsense of Adam.
There.
If the pain gets too bad,
I will get you some willow bark to chew.
I will go heat a brick for the ache.
I'm so grateful for you.
You are a good and kind friend.
You will be a beauty, Grace.
Soon you'll start to turn men's heads.
The worst will be the gentlemen.
Because they think
they are entitled to anything they want.
They'll start promising you things,
say he'll do whatever you want,
but you must be very careful
and you must never do anything for them
unless they have performed what they have promised.
And if there is a ring,
there must be a parson to go with it.
Why is that?
Because men are liars by nature, Grace.
They'll say anything to get what they want out of you,
then think better of it and be off on the next boat.
You're right.
You are a good girl, Grace Marks.
♪ Rock of ages, cleft for me ♪
♪ Let me hide ♪
♪ Myself in thee ♪
♪ Let the water ♪
♪ And the blood ♪
♪ From thy riven side ♪
♪ Which flowed ♪
♪ Be of sin... ♪
Mary.
Mary, wake up.
Oh, no. Mary, please...
Boo!
Grace, I am all right.
Please don't scare me like that ever again.
I couldn't bear to lose you.
♪ 'Twas the truth in her eye ever dawning ♪
♪ That made me love Mary... ♪
Mary.
Sir.
Pardon me. I just wanted
to introduce myself to the young lady.
I'm George Parkinson.
Grace Marks, sir.
And, Mary, have you been making Grace feel right at home?
I certainly have, sir.
I am sure you have.
What do you say to it, Grace?
Why, yes, sir.
No one can make a person feel quite at home like Mary can.
Mary?
George is the eldest son of the household.
He's just home for Christmas.
- Mary? - Grace.
You used the ribbon you bought from Jeremiah!
You should have saved it for yourself!
Oh, this is the best needle case in the world.
I've never seen anything like it.
I will cherish it always.
Go on. Open yours.
It's beautiful.
It was my mother's.
She gave it to me just before she died.
You mustn't part with it.
No. You are my dearest friend and I want you to have it.
I'm not a stranger to Plato myself.
Mary, I have the most horrible tear in the dress
I was wearing this morning.
You are the most talented seamstress I know.
Would you have a look at it tonight?
Yes, of course, ma'am.
Right away.
♪ Now bring us some figgy pudding ♪
♪ And bring it right now ♪
♪ We won't go until we get some ♪
♪ So bring it right here! ♪
That was the happiest Christmas I had ever spent.
Either before or after.
Mr. George stayed home after Christmas.
He caught a chill.
This is the best thing for the lumbago
if you put it on the spot.
I will take it to him.
Mrs. Parkinson wants him to be alone to rest.
I will take it to him.
By the time he was better
it was the middle of February,
and he had missed so much of the college term
he said he would stay away until the next one.
And so there he was, being fussed over by all,
and with time on his hands and not much he needed to do,
which is a bad situation for a man full of spirits.
I'm afraid he was very much indulged,
not least by himself.
For if the world treats you well, sir,
you come to believe you are deserving of it.
George...
I won't have you fraternizing with the servants
when you are here to rest and recover.
Oh, Mother, I am not that ill anymore.
Have some tea.
Mary.
Mary. Slow down.
I'm in a hurry.
Why?
Careful when passing underneath.
I heard of a woman who was killed by an icicle once.
It went right through her like a skewer.
Hmm.
It was about this time
I began to notice a change in Mary.
Where were you tonight? I missed our talking.
I am tired, Grace.
I must go right to sleep.
Are they going skating?
Have you ever been skating?
No.
Come on.
Come and get me, Mary.
There is much to be done, Grace.
Is there some trouble, Mary?
I do not know where you are getting such ideas.
You need to lie down.
Nonsense.
It was yesterday's mutton stew and now I am rid of it.
I had the same thing myself and I feel perfectly well.
Do not mention it again please.
All right.
Oh, sweet, Mary.
I believe you are in great need
of confiding in someone.
I saw my own mother in this condition very often.
He promised to marry me
and he gave me a ring
and for once I wanted to believe him.
I thought he wasn't like other men.
But now he's gone back on his promise
and he would not even speak with me.
I don't know what to do.
Who, Mary?
I cannot say.
But as soon as anyone knows what sort of trouble I'm in I will be turned away.
And then what will become of me?
I'll have to go to the streets
and become a sailors' drab to feed myself and the baby.
That kind of life will be the end of me soon.
Mary, you are the truest friend I have.
I'll do anything for you. What can I do?
There must be a workhouse
or something of the sort that will take you in.
Young girls always die in those sorts of places.
They catch a fever as soon as they are delivered
and they secretly smother the babies
so as not to be a charge on the public purse.
I'd rather take my chances of dying elsewhere.
What if I were to deliver it?
I helped with my sisters' and brothers' births.
Then we could secretly give it away.
Maybe nobody would know.
Grace, my condition will soon start to show.
Mrs. Honey and Mrs. Parkinson, they have such sharp eyes.
You must try one last time
to speak with the man in question.
Appeal to his better nature.
He cannot turn you away if he has any decency at all.
Where is Mary?
She's just in the privy.
Probably eating.
She is certainly putting on flesh.
That girl will eat us out of house and home.
He gave me $5.
$5!
That is what his child is worth to him.
He said I would not "catch him this way."
He said he doubted the child was even his
since I've been so obliging with him
and if I threaten him with a scandal,
he'll deny it,
and ruin whatever reputation I have left.
He said if I wanted a quick end to my troubles,
I should just go and drown myself.
I loved him.
I truly loved him.
I don't any longer.
Where are we going, Mary?
There is a doctor here
who helps whores when they need it.
In what way might he help you?
You shouldn't ask.
I've never heard of such doctors.
Are you sure, Grace?
About lending me your savings?
Of course. With all my heart.
Soon I may be dead.
But you'll still be alive.
Don't go.
Don't go to this doctor.
I must. Don't carry on, Grace.
Come inside, quickly.
You wait here.
And if you ever tell anything about this
I will deny ever having seen you.
- Go, Grace. - No.
Grace, Go!
Mary!
Oh.
What happened?
He took a knife to me and he cut something inside.
He said there will be pain and bleeding,
but after that all will be right again.
He didn't...
Grace, you must go back to work or we will be noticed.
Say that I have just gone to fetch something.
I can't leave you.
Grace, you must.
I cannot be found out.
I can see you think it is a most wicked thing.
The thing he had cut out of her was, of course, her baby.
I thought it was a most wicked thing myself.
But I also thought it was either one corpse that way, or two the other,
for if not, she would have certainly drowned herself.
So I could not find it
within my heart to reproach her.
Let me fetch someone. You are in such pain.
No, Grace, you must not.
It will be the end of me if you do.
I will sleep on the floor tonight
so you can be more comfortable.
Grace.
Yes.
I am angry.
I am so very angry.
Grace, tell me a story.
The only good stories I know are the ones you've told me.
Tell me one of those then.
Tell me about William Lyon Mackenzie's escape.
William Lyon Mackenzie was a great man
who led the Rebellion here.
After the Rebellion was lost,
and Montgomery's Tavern was burned to the ground,
he made his way towards the United States.
Many, many people hid him
and protected him in their farm houses
and kept their mouths shut when they saw him on the roads
because Canadians want liberty and freedom.
They don't have it yet, but one day they will.
Because we didn't lose.
We just haven't won yet.
Say the speech that I taught you.
"The law says
"that we shall not be taxed without our consent
"by the men of our choice,
"but a wicked and tyrannical government
"has trampled upon that law,
"divided the plunder,
"and declared, that, regardless of justice,
"they will continue to roll in their splendid carriages,
"and riot in their palaces, at our expense,
"that we are poor, spiritless, ignorant peasants,
"who were born to toil for our betters.
"But the peasants are beginning
"to open their eyes
"and feel their strength,
"too long have we been hoodwinked by Baal's priests,
"who take the wages of sin, and do the work of iniquity,
"each one looking to his gain in his quarter.
"Canadians!
"Do you love freedom?
"I know you do.
"Do you hate oppression?
"Who dare deny it?"
Grace! Mary! You are late!
Wake up! Mrs. Parkinson is angry!
Mary...
Good heavens.
She is dead.
This is a bad business.
You stay here.
Mary.
Are you pretending?
An outrage and a disgrace.
What a terrible smell.
It smells like a butcher shop.
Under my own roof.
What a deceitful girl.
Grace, why did you not inform me of this?
Please, ma'am,
Mary told me not to.
She said she would be better in the morning.
I did not know she was going to die!
That was very wicked of you, Grace. Who was the man?
The scoundrel ought to be exposed
and made to pay for his crime.
Do you know, Grace?
She was seeing a gentleman and they were engaged.
Only he broke his promise and would not marry her.
What gentleman?
Please, ma'am. I don't know.
Only she said that you would not like it at all,
if you found out who it was.
We will not discuss this any further
as it will only bring misery, and there is no sense
crying over spilt milk.
Out of respect for the dead, we will not say how Mary died.
We will say it was a low fever.
That will be best for all.
All the time, Mary was there on the bed, listening.
She was hearing our plans to tell these lies about her.
And I thought, she will not be easy in her mind about it.
It was the doctor that killed her with his knife.
Him and the gentleman between them.
For it is not always the one who strikes the blow,
that is the actual murderer.
Mary was done to death by that unknown gentleman,
as surely as if he'd taken the knife and plunged it
into her body himself.
Let me in.
Now clean this up. Grace, get yourself dressed.
Girls, do not speak of Mary's death
until we have her looking more respectable.
Take the sheet from the bed and her nightdress
and petticoat and wash the blood out.
Wash the body and take the mattress to be burned.
Is there another nightdress?
I will give her mine.
There is more to this than meets the eye.
I wonder who the man is.
Whoever he is, he is most likely enjoying his breakfast
at this very moment
and not thinking about our poor Mary.
No more than a carcass hung up at the butcher's.
It is the curse of Eve we must all bear.
Mary would have laughed at that.
Let me in.
What are you doing?
It's cold as an icicle out there.
The smell is making me sick.
It's true. We should air out the room.
I hope it is not too late...
Too late for what, Grace?
For her soul to be let out.
I realized I forgot to open a window
to let her soul out.
I must have heard wrong.
I thought I heard her say, "Let me in."
But she must have said, "Let me out."
Grace.
Grace, wake up.
Now wake up.
Grace, dear, please.
Grace.
Grace, it's time to wake up now.
Grace.
♪ ...when we live in a bright beaming world ♪
Of our own
Grace.
♪ And the light that surrounds us ♪
♪ Is all from within ♪
♪ Oh 'tis not ♪
♪ Believe me ♪
♪ In that happy time ♪
♪ We can love ♪
♪ As in hours of less transport we may ♪
Grace.
Grace. Where am I?
You are here, Grace.
You're in Mary's room.
Where is Grace?
You are Grace, my dear.
Grace.
Your Mary has died.
You've had a terrible shock.
Where is Grace?
What has happened?
Where is Grace?
You are Grace. You are Grace.
Mary has died.
No. No!
She is lost! I must search for her.
Oh, my dear, I fear you've had a terrible shock.
And it's no wonder considering the shock of it.
No, Grace is lost. I must find her.
Grace, Mary has died.
Mary has died. You are with us and you are all right.
When I woke again, it was a day later
and I knew again that I was Grace,
and that Mary was dead.
And I remembered the night
we'd thrown the apple peelings over our shoulders,
and Mary's had broken three times
and now it had all come true
as she had not married anyone and now never would.
But I had no memory of anything I said or did
during the time I was awake between the two long sleeps.
- No memory at all? - No.
And this worried me.
And so the happiest time of my life was over and gone.
Not now. Please!
I believe it is Miss Lydia.
I just wanted to make sure you don't need anything.
No. No, we don't need anything.
Please close the door.
I'll need to hem that skirt.
It will drag through the mud in this weather.
Grace, could you...
I'll be done this quilt in a week or so
if our sessions are going to be this long.
Thank you, Grace.
It is knowledge of me you crave, Doctor.
Forbidden knowledge.
Knowledge with a lurid glare to it.
Knowledge gained through a descent into the pit.
You want to go where I can never go.
See what I can never see inside me.
You want open up my body and peer inside.
In your hand,
you want to hold my beating female heart.
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