Speaker 1: The Seventh Daughter contains scenes of realistic violence and graphic sexuality.
Speaker 1: It is intended for mature listeners. Oh see before you,
Speaker 1: the Virgin robed in white, surrounded in an aureole of light.
Speaker 1: Twenty one days ago we welcomed the Seventh Daughter into
Speaker 1: our presence. We placed her on a pedal stool and
Speaker 1: genuflected at her feet, as if she were the Virgin herself.
Speaker 1: We shared the loving cup as if she were one
Speaker 1: of us. But at the core, she is not one
Speaker 1: of us. She is different. But tonight we shall all
Speaker 1: become the same, unified in a ritual of trans substantiation.
Speaker 1: Just as the Roman Catholics consume the body and the
Speaker 1: blood of Christ as wavers and wine, so shall we
Speaker 1: feast on the flesh of our girl, who would be queen,
Speaker 1: And thereafter may her powers flow through our veins. Have
Speaker 1: you come seeking knowledge? Do you wish to know the truth?
Speaker 1: Allow me to show you. Close your eyes and follow
Speaker 1: the sound of my voice. Allow it to lead you
Speaker 1: further into the past. When I will move my blindfold,
Speaker 1: you may look into my eyes. Don't just look at them,
Speaker 1: look through them, and you will see what they have seen.
Speaker 1: M the Seven Daughter in her right hand, she shall
Speaker 1: hold the snake, the symbol of the first deceivered true God. Ok,
Speaker 1: don't squeeze it, just let it rest there. It's heavy,
Speaker 1: don't be frightened. It's not venomous. In her left brooke,
Speaker 1: representing her earthly master and King, who shall unfurl a
Speaker 1: blanket of darkness upon the lamb. Hold out your left
Speaker 1: arms further out out like that. Yes, for as long
Speaker 1: as you have I have it now, thank you. It
Speaker 1: is tradition that every wedding be attended by a witness,
Speaker 1: and for that role we have found someone quite special
Speaker 1: to the girl. Yes, right down here in the front
Speaker 1: where she can have a clear view. Rose surprised, my dear,
Speaker 1: What have you done to her? Why? Nothing at all.
Speaker 1: She's been a guest here. She has been shown every courtesy,
Speaker 1: and for her own benefit, we have denied her the
Speaker 1: narcotics that have poisoned her body. But it appears that
Speaker 1: sobriety does not entirely suit her silence. Is she in
Speaker 1: her right mind? You know her better than I, and
Speaker 1: perhaps you can tell tell me, Pandora, is she really
Speaker 1: your mother? Or is that another of her fabrications? It's
Speaker 1: a lie. My mother was called Davina. Oh, but my dear,
Speaker 1: that is Davina. Didn't you know, darling, you've you've suddenly
Speaker 1: gone pale. You see, I knew her before you knew her.
Speaker 1: I didn't recognize her at first. She certainly is a
Speaker 1: mistress of deception. But Baron von Shrink, bless his soul,
Speaker 1: made the connection. We don't look at her, look at me. Yes,
Speaker 1: that's better. You mean to tell me that all this
Speaker 1: time she never told you. You never knew psychic powers. Indeed,
Speaker 1: allow me to speak to her, will find the truth.
Speaker 1: Oh it's a little late for that. We've obtained all
Speaker 1: the information we need. Besides, we have a ritual to perform.
Speaker 1: Yes we do. Are you not reluctant to proceed? I'm
Speaker 1: ready to do what I came here to do. Then
Speaker 1: let us commence. Step forward, Pandora, approach the star carved
Speaker 1: in the floor, Take your place at its center. Yeah,
Speaker 1: the blood is the life, and only through the shedding
Speaker 1: of blood can sacrifice be made. Only by bathing in
Speaker 1: the blood of the beast of the wild, and the
Speaker 1: blood of the fruit of the lamb, and the girl
Speaker 1: a woman become hold by the horns, raise its head
Speaker 1: back as far as you can. That's it, mysterium buffo
Speaker 1: matis revelate to impuri tarts convicted. I never miss stop it.
Speaker 1: Blood of the beasts, my dear, Just following the script, Pandora,
Speaker 1: I had such high hopes for you. I so wanted
Speaker 1: you to be real. I'm more real than you know.
Speaker 1: Are you now? Be that as it may. In an
Speaker 1: hour's time, it won't matter whether your powers were a
Speaker 1: gift from the gods or mere pol tricks. They will
Speaker 1: be gone. Try and take them. Is there anything you
Speaker 1: wish to say before we begin? Yes, I thank you
Speaker 1: for the privilege of being brought before you to carry
Speaker 1: out the prophecy of the ancestors. I wish to pay
Speaker 1: tribute to Da Vina, my mother, before whose eyes I
Speaker 1: shall fulfill the promise of my youth. May I have you?
Speaker 1: Is it true? Rose? I have nothing to say. I
Speaker 1: want no part of May I have your blessing? It
Speaker 1: is true? Neither angel nor devil shall tell my mother
Speaker 1: who makes a command? What is it you wish to know,
Speaker 1: my child? I wasn't talking to you, go fucker. Let's
Speaker 1: say it's the great deceiver. Rose. The great deceiver says
Speaker 1: render unto Caesar was a show him for saying and
Speaker 1: to all who follow and you killed them all as
Speaker 1: you speak. Just do I create? No ho, no, no,
Speaker 1: don't release the raven yet, Pandora. Don't put down the serpent.
Speaker 1: It isn't time yet. It's time. Get back on your place, Pandora.
Speaker 1: That's enough. Would you follow my way? If you don't?
Speaker 1: Get you one he has a knife. Oh no, Corbo,
Speaker 1: I've gotten blood on my wedding dress, just as you predicted.
Speaker 1: O Holy One, stop her. Tonight I meet my destiny.
Speaker 1: Do you hear me? What do I pay you for? Tonight?
Speaker 1: We all meet our destinies. One more step, you little
Speaker 1: tease Rose, and I'll put a bullet through both sides
Speaker 1: of her head. Kill the blackbird. Drop the knives, Rose,
Speaker 1: drop the knives, forget about meat, Drop the knives, Pearl.
Speaker 1: I can't. I'm not as strong as I thought I was. Rosy,
Speaker 1: Let me go. M Who am I? You are? My daughter?
Speaker 1: But you are so much more. You may only be
Speaker 1: a child, but you shall tear down the walls of
Speaker 1: his temple. You cannot correct all the wrongs in the world,
Speaker 1: but you can put an end to this one. When
Speaker 1: when when I tell you put her Let's just just
Speaker 1: lay her down here, take my jacket. You're sure our
Speaker 1: hands are tied tightly? She's not movie fine, Now get out,
Speaker 1: find out where the hell backstairs and have her weight outside.
Speaker 1: Lock the door, double lock it, and no matter what
Speaker 1: you here, no matter how loudly she screams, do not
Speaker 1: open that door. Are sure you don't need me to
Speaker 1: stay here? And I have the key. No one else
Speaker 1: opens this door. Now begne yes, sir mum. I can
Speaker 1: do this. I can do this if I if I
Speaker 1: concentrate and imagine, this is what you wanted corbea all along?
Speaker 1: Why bother with all the rest of it, the rituals,
Speaker 1: the hair, brain philosophy. Truly, what is the purpose of
Speaker 1: all that? It fortifies me, gives me strength and power,
Speaker 1: as you will soon discover. Then I suggest you start
Speaker 1: your incantations quickly. Whit will wait? Where are you going?
Speaker 1: What harm could a teenage girl with both hands tied?
Speaker 1: Possibly due to the earthly lord of darkness? M hmm,
Speaker 1: what is that? If I'm not mistaken, it's a g
Speaker 1: sharp you little witch, an old Muslim buggie trick right now?
Speaker 1: The wires working as a noose. But if I give
Speaker 1: it one strong tug, please, it will become a razor.
Speaker 1: But right now, listen, if you like, I can loosen
Speaker 1: the noose for you to summon the beast from the hit.
Speaker 1: Just like that, squeeze and release, squeeze. This is your
Speaker 1: last camp Scrabo. If there is a god or a devil,
Speaker 1: now is the time to share itself his hand against
Speaker 1: the show me the power of darkness, Corebo. Go on,
Speaker 1: make a believer of Satan, strike me dead, the lord
Speaker 1: of Satan. There is no god, but there is a
Speaker 1: woman named China Rose. She is the great deceiver. And
Speaker 1: for what you did to her, Thus do I and
Speaker 1: the name of Davina do until you m hm red.
Speaker 1: He's the blood shed by all men. M h. Don't worry.
Speaker 1: It's not my blood. It's there's mhm. I brought a
Speaker 1: trophy for you, just like Salamy. He's even uglier in death.
Speaker 1: Oh Rose, I realized I was harsh with you, pearl,
Speaker 1: and for that I am sorry. But I didn't mean
Speaker 1: to be cruel. I truly didn't. And if I was cruel,
Speaker 1: it was to keep me from loving you. What would
Speaker 1: have been so bad about loving me, Rose, Why didn't
Speaker 1: you just tell me the truth? The truth was too painful.
Speaker 1: I was strong. Not too painful for you, too painful
Speaker 1: for me. It was bad enough that I gave up
Speaker 1: my child and allowed her to be raised by strangers.
Speaker 1: But for a mother to tell her child that she
Speaker 1: abandoned her. You can't imagine what that would be like.
Speaker 1: To admit that I had betrayed my child, that I
Speaker 1: deprived you of a mother's love. I just couldn't. It
Speaker 1: was easier for me to be a stranger to you.
Speaker 1: That way, I could be close to you without having
Speaker 1: to reveal my betrayal. I didn't mind that you hated
Speaker 1: me as the great deceiver. I relished your hatred because
Speaker 1: you hated the role I was playing, not the person
Speaker 1: I actually was. If you had known I'm your mother
Speaker 1: and hated me for leaving you, I could not have
Speaker 1: borne it. So I concealed the truth. You'll tell me now,
Speaker 1: what do you wish to know? Everything you've hidden? What
Speaker 1: does it matter? Now? You are the princess, the queen.
Speaker 1: You have everything you could ever hope to possess. Tell
Speaker 1: me now, I haven't much breath. Then speak slowly and
Speaker 1: spend it wisely, oh pearl, mm hmm. For a time,
Speaker 1: we were going to be a family. There was only
Speaker 1: the two of us, then your father and I. When
Speaker 1: I found out I was carrying you, I was ecstatic.
Speaker 1: I think in his own way, even your father was
Speaker 1: happy about it. But I swear that man had a
Speaker 1: demon inside him. Caglios, your father was his own worst enemy.
Speaker 1: He had to win every argument, every game of cards,
Speaker 1: every fight. He was a talented psychic, he was a
Speaker 1: lousy card player and a pitiful fighter. He couldn't stand
Speaker 1: to lose. He used to take twenty dollar gold points,
Speaker 1: punch holes in them, and sew them like buttons down
Speaker 1: the front of his vest. Oh. On more than one occasion,
Speaker 1: I saw him having a run of bad luck in
Speaker 1: a card game, pulled the last gold button off his
Speaker 1: vest and put it in the pot, leaving the club drunk,
Speaker 1: his vest hanging open like a tramp. Corbo was everything
Speaker 1: Caglios wanted to be and wasn't. Corbo had succeeded where
Speaker 1: your father had failed. The more Caglios learned about Corbo,
Speaker 1: the arrogant, wealthy Corbo, the more he yearned to take
Speaker 1: advantage of him. Somehow. Corbo was always looking for women
Speaker 1: to participate in his sex magic. Everyone knew it, and
Speaker 1: sometimes I think his whole tem pool was just an
Speaker 1: excuse to have sexual relations without any of the obligations
Speaker 1: that come with what some people might call love. As
Speaker 1: long as it was part of some workings, some ritual,
Speaker 1: then he could have other men's wives, teenage girls, women
Speaker 1: of all races, and men too. It was silly that
Speaker 1: he needed this to justify his puerile hobbies, but that
Speaker 1: was Corbo in a nutshell. Beneath all his demonic rituals
Speaker 1: and outrageous behavior, he was still a repressed English schoolboy
Speaker 1: at heart. He couldn't just pay a prostitute for sex.
Speaker 1: He had to perform a magical working, even if it
Speaker 1: was between two garbage cans in ark Alley. It wasn't
Speaker 1: the sex that attracted all his followers. There are some
Speaker 1: who seek power and are willing to ally themselves with
Speaker 1: the worst possible tyrant upstanding church going folk willing to
Speaker 1: excuse his immoral behavior because they stand to gain wealth
Speaker 1: and influence at the feet of this man who cares
Speaker 1: about no one but himself. Eventually, your father found Corbo's weakness,
Speaker 1: the one thing that Gorbo believed in, hoped for, yearned
Speaker 1: to possess, and was willing to pay for, but had
Speaker 1: been denied him the seventh daughter. Finding a seventh daughter
Speaker 1: was an almost impossible task, but Caglios spent years creating
Speaker 1: the illusion of one. Of course, we didn't have any children,
Speaker 1: but your father wove an elaborate tapestry of deception. He
Speaker 1: found a photographer who specialized in memento morii, photos of
Speaker 1: the dead children in caskets surrounded by flowers. Caglios paid
Speaker 1: the photographer for a gallery of images to represent our
Speaker 1: dead children and had him etge his name in the
Speaker 1: negative plates. Caglios pushed the photographer to go further, provided
Speaker 1: him with a sash bearing the family name so he
Speaker 1: could drape it across a casket and take a picture
Speaker 1: when the family wasn't watching. Another time, he put a
Speaker 1: name on a reef and placed it by the body.
Speaker 1: We got the photos. The families of those dead babies
Speaker 1: never knew. Death certificates were easy to obtain. For a
Speaker 1: county clerk to earn a few dollars by issuing a
Speaker 1: death certificate for someone who didn't exist, where was the
Speaker 1: harm in that? Once Corbo was reasonably convinced that was
Speaker 1: about the time that I became pregnant, and your father
Speaker 1: thought the past to resistance, let Corbeo see and feel
Speaker 1: the baby within me. Wait, yes, you have a question. No,
Speaker 1: So once it became obvious that how did you know
Speaker 1: I'd be a girl? Oh pearl, mhm, do you really
Speaker 1: think that badly of me? It didn't matter whether you
Speaker 1: were a girl or a boy. We had no intention
Speaker 1: of giving you to Corbel. It only mattered that I
Speaker 1: was with child, and yes he had a doctor examined
Speaker 1: me to be sure. This was our plan. In those
Speaker 1: days in the tenement district, abandoned children were quite common,
Speaker 1: and for a modest amount of money it would be
Speaker 1: possible too um adopt a child from the unwed mother
Speaker 1: or a family with more mouths than they could afford
Speaker 1: to feed. We'd take her on as an apprentice and
Speaker 1: sell her to Corbel. He'd give her a life of luxury.
Speaker 1: We'd take the twenty thous and and run like hell.
Speaker 1: We would obtain an infant. Girls have less earning potential,
Speaker 1: so this would be simple. I would have my child,
Speaker 1: which we would hide, and we would hand over to
Speaker 1: Corbo a changeling, the baby we had obtained from some
Speaker 1: wretch of the slums. And so, as I said, Caglios
Speaker 1: had never been able to beat Corbo in anything, and Corbo,
Speaker 1: being suspicious, wanted to be sure that the child he
Speaker 1: had purchased, my child, the one in my belly, was
Speaker 1: the one he received. He was suspicious of Caglios, but
Speaker 1: in me, in the child, he always believed h For
Speaker 1: a while I was happy, he just needed to warm
Speaker 1: in the Then a little longer we were a family
Speaker 1: that had a future together. But oh, your father never
Speaker 1: told me our little plan had been foiled. But he
Speaker 1: didn't have to. I told you he was a terrible
Speaker 1: card player. I could read his face as if it
Speaker 1: were a newspaper, and the headlines were bad, very bad.
Speaker 1: Corbeau has a great many influential friends, many in the
Speaker 1: medical profession, men who know how at the appropriate time
Speaker 1: to cut open a woman's belly and extract the child.
Speaker 1: He wanted to see it, see you come out of me.
Speaker 1: Caglios couldn't even pretend to be happy. All the liquor
Speaker 1: in the world could have hide the panic that was
Speaker 1: eating away at his guts. He turned hateful towards everyone,
Speaker 1: myself included where are you going out out? Where to
Speaker 1: earn money? To get food? One of us has to work,
Speaker 1: not by yourself. You don't, I'll send someone with you.
Speaker 1: How about you go work and I take care of
Speaker 1: the baby. I was nothing to him but an incubator,
Speaker 1: a bit heavy with pups, the goose preparing to lay
Speaker 1: the golden egg. Me. Don't feel bad. I loved you.
Speaker 1: I suppose in a perverted way. He loved you too.
Speaker 1: Your birth represented to him a chance for wealth, a
Speaker 1: new beginning. You were worth more to him and anything
Speaker 1: else in the world. Maybe not all the gold in
Speaker 1: the world, just gold. Mmm. That's right, That's exactly how
Speaker 1: much he loved you, pearl, and not a pennymore. All
Speaker 1: the while, I pretended not to notice his trembling hands,
Speaker 1: pretended not to notice that he could no longer hold
Speaker 1: my gaze, pretended everything in our marriage was fine, bided
Speaker 1: my time. Caglios burned through all the money we'd sucked away,
Speaker 1: including the thousand dollar down payment Corbo had given us,
Speaker 1: And even if we tried to return his money and
Speaker 1: cancel his deal, he wouldn't have allowed it. So what
Speaker 1: did you do? We had to go back to work
Speaker 1: to survive. All right, you can relax. I booked an
Speaker 1: eight week run with the Sewer Brothers, Suel Brothers, that
Speaker 1: lousy ragtop that you swore you'd never work with again.
Speaker 1: I'm pulling the corpse routine. You want to take me
Speaker 1: back to the South while I'm carrying a child work
Speaker 1: for those Georgia crackers that already swindled. Do you care?
Speaker 1: You don't gotta work. I'm the one working. That's what
Speaker 1: you wanted, right, I'm pulling the corpse routine. And while
Speaker 1: I'm in the ground, you stay in the wagon and
Speaker 1: don't go out. What is the corpse routine? Ah, the
Speaker 1: amazing hypnotic corps. M hm, it's buried alive routine. Not
Speaker 1: many people have the nerve to pull it off, but
Speaker 1: Caglios was desperate and decide from biting the heads off
Speaker 1: of chickens. It was all he was gonna get. How
Speaker 1: it works is on the day you pull into town,
Speaker 1: you stage a big berryer. You get the whole troop
Speaker 1: out there in their Sunday being closed brass band Paul
Speaker 1: Bears a minister invite the newspapers and as many mourners
Speaker 1: as you can scare off. So they put him in
Speaker 1: a coffin, bury him six feet in the ground, and
Speaker 1: onto this window they attach a viewing tube, a long,
Speaker 1: narrow box buried in especially designed coff so once he's
Speaker 1: in the grounds, people can pay their nickel, walk up
Speaker 1: and look down into that tube and see the face
Speaker 1: of a dead man. He put a little phosphorus paint
Speaker 1: on his face to make himself look pale and starved.
Speaker 1: Most that would happen as if someone dropped a nickel
Speaker 1: down the tube, beat open his eyes and snarl at him.
Speaker 1: You could hear him scream. You can see him go running,
Speaker 1: and his act pretty much mhm. When no one was around.
Speaker 1: They dropped food down to him and let him have
Speaker 1: a smoke. God forbid another pine of whiskey. Otherwise he'd
Speaker 1: just lie there, pockets stuffed with nickels he'd collected, suffocating
Speaker 1: in his own filth mhm. For three days and three nights,
Speaker 1: just like our Lord and Savior. And on the third
Speaker 1: day they'd stage a resurrection. Tickets to that cost of dimes.
Speaker 1: Have a fellow claiming to be the county coroner in
Speaker 1: small towns you could get the real buccoy. They dig
Speaker 1: him up and proclaim it a miracle. Hallelujah, Pack up
Speaker 1: the coffin, move on to the next town, and start
Speaker 1: all over again. The following day, about two weeks into
Speaker 1: the circuit, we're in Birmingham. We can spot just like
Speaker 1: any other. They bury him. The band plays the Minister
Speaker 1: praise and everybody mourns on cue. No sooner is he
Speaker 1: in the ground than a telegram catches up to us.
Speaker 1: Caglios Care of Soul shows general delivery Birmingham, arranged doctor
Speaker 1: in Memphis for Operation Wednesday. Blackbird Unroote, Blackbird in Root.
Speaker 1: The bastard had sold me out. That's the only reason
Speaker 1: he'd taken us on the circuit, so I'd be stuck
Speaker 1: in the hell that is Dixie with no one to trust.
Speaker 1: I didn't confront him with it, never asked him. I
Speaker 1: simply got up off that bed, rose from the dead,
Speaker 1: grabbed the grip I'd packed two weeks earlier, my traveling
Speaker 1: bag and I caught out through the back of the
Speaker 1: banner line. Didn't say nothing to nobody. I just ran
Speaker 1: as fast as my swelled up leg who carried me
Speaker 1: once I was off the fair grounds. An old fellow
Speaker 1: and a fruit cop took pity on me and gave
Speaker 1: me a ride to the station. What happened to Caglios
Speaker 1: once he got out of the grave. Yes, well, I'm
Speaker 1: afraid I must say that story for another time. Took
Speaker 1: a night train ahead and south open and make it
Speaker 1: to New Orleans about. Wasn't used to being on my feet,
Speaker 1: being laid up on my back for so long, and
Speaker 1: I guess you sort of got jostled blues. Made it
Speaker 1: as far as Atlanta. When my water broken, I knew
Speaker 1: I couldn't wait no longer. Got off at terminal station.
Speaker 1: I went to the Cator street, where people like me
Speaker 1: can move about, found a baby doctor and started having
Speaker 1: you as soon as I lay down on this table.
Speaker 1: Didn't hardly give him time to wash his hands. I
Speaker 1: didn't have an easy time of it. You were all
Speaker 1: tangled up inside me. Listen to me, my dear, The
Speaker 1: birth is not going to be easy. The cord is
Speaker 1: wrapped around the child's neck. If if it would bring
Speaker 1: you relief, we can leave it as it is for
Speaker 1: about five minutes, and then I'll remove what remains. I
Speaker 1: reckon the doctor thought he was doing me a kindness.
Speaker 1: He saw I was alone, and I wasn't wearing a
Speaker 1: wedding band. And this kind of doctor probably loses as
Speaker 1: many babies as he delivers. If you get my meaning,
Speaker 1: why didn't you go to a hospital? They would have
Speaker 1: kept a record of my name and a record of
Speaker 1: your birth. And I needed both of us to vanish
Speaker 1: without a trace. But a man like that, a man
Speaker 1: like that, don't ask questions. If you prefer, I can
Speaker 1: try to reposition the fetus. Yeah, do whatever you need
Speaker 1: to do doctor to save the baby. It may take
Speaker 1: some time, and it may be difficult for it difficult,
Speaker 1: don't worry me as you wish. Is there anyone anyone
Speaker 1: we notified should things not go according to plan? Very well?
Speaker 1: Then I paid him twenty five dollars. Part of that
Speaker 1: money was paying him to forget I had ever been there,
Speaker 1: for allowing me to walk out of there the next morning,
Speaker 1: no birth certificates, no questions, mm hm oh oh she
Speaker 1: she okay. I rented a room the boarding house until
Speaker 1: I was strong enough to travel. Then I headed east.
Speaker 1: Had a typist draw up a letter committing you to
Speaker 1: the convent school, gave you the name Lilia Pearl Parkhurst,
Speaker 1: daughter of William A. Parkhurst, the third wife deceased. Sent
Speaker 1: the school a wire saying a colored servant would deliver
Speaker 1: you to the school and that they would be provided
Speaker 1: one hundred dollars a year to provide for your education
Speaker 1: and care. So you see, they never saw your father.
Speaker 1: They just knew your father's name and had his signature,
Speaker 1: your signature, which is why it was so easy for
Speaker 1: me to sign it again eleven years later, and I
Speaker 1: left them the tarot card the high priestess, So you
Speaker 1: took me to the Continent school. That's right. They didn't
Speaker 1: give me a second glance. I was the delivery girl.
Speaker 1: They only had eyes for you, and maybe that hundred
Speaker 1: dollars a year that I sent them for ten years.
Speaker 1: You see, all the time Corbo knew me, and Cagleos
Speaker 1: he knew me as a white woman, which I wasn't technically,
Speaker 1: everybody thought I was white and believed me. Life was
Speaker 1: easier that way. I used to go to painful length
Speaker 1: to bleach my skin and marcel my hair. Well, I
Speaker 1: needed to change my identity. I gave that up, went
Speaker 1: back to my natural color and spoke in a tongue
Speaker 1: that it ain't gonna be spoken, my old white woman.
Speaker 1: That's why people didn't recognize me as rose Aw And
Speaker 1: after that I disappeared. During the eleven years I was
Speaker 1: at the convent school, What were you doing? What much
Speaker 1: I could do? I knew court Bo had his Pinkerton's
Speaker 1: looking for me and you, but only I knew where
Speaker 1: you were. And if they found me, they would have
Speaker 1: made me tell. So I couldn't let them find me.
Speaker 1: I couldn't perform anymore out of the question, so I
Speaker 1: found other ways to make money. I became a normal person,
Speaker 1: less than normal, took on anonymous work. No one would
Speaker 1: recognize me because it's the kind of work where no
Speaker 1: one looks you in the eye. Moved from one city
Speaker 1: to another. In every city, a different name, a different
Speaker 1: story to my life, always changing, always being someone different,
Speaker 1: never being me. No, I won't lie to you. There
Speaker 1: were times when I thought about ending it all. Life
Speaker 1: is just that bad, that lonely. But if anything happened
Speaker 1: to me, who would pay the hundred dollars a year
Speaker 1: to the school, And what would become of you when
Speaker 1: the bill couldn't be paid. That's what kept me alive.
Speaker 1: An obligation to you. I wanted to write to you,
Speaker 1: wanted to see you, but I didn't dare. I just
Speaker 1: kept washing dishes, cleaning floors. Mother. Don't call me mother,
Speaker 1: not now, not ever. You'll slip and say it when
Speaker 1: someone's listening. Mother, mother, mother, girl. You're gonna ruin everything. Mother.
Speaker 1: It is finished. There's no more hiding who I um
Speaker 1: and who you are. No, I suppose not before we
Speaker 1: opened the door. Will you do something for me, anything,
Speaker 1: Give me your blessing, a mother's blessing. Oh I don't deserve. Please.
Speaker 1: I betrayed your trust, I disobeyed, and now I humble
Speaker 1: myself before you stop that. Get up from there. I
Speaker 1: hated you for making me like this, making me obsessed
Speaker 1: with fakery and revenge, the years of punishment and training.
Speaker 1: But when I descended from the throne that first time,
Speaker 1: I realized that even though I hated you, you had
Speaker 1: brought me to this point. You had prepared me, You
Speaker 1: had given me the confidence and strength to to stand
Speaker 1: up to you. So I owe you an enorm stet
Speaker 1: of gratitude for that. I do love you, per you
Speaker 1: have to believe that you want my blessing. Been heaven.
Speaker 1: You are my daughter, but you are so much more.
Speaker 1: You are yourself. You are Samson, SALOMEI, the Gollum, the Goddess,
Speaker 1: all rolled into one. You are fire and brimstone made flesh.
Speaker 1: May you live to conquer all who stand in your path,
Speaker 1: or else die? Try amen, Amen, I must now replace
Speaker 1: my blind pot. As my vision begins to fade, your
Speaker 1: own senses will gradually return, Return to the warmth and
Speaker 1: the light of your own reality. The Seventh Daughter is
Speaker 1: a production of I Heart Radio, written and directed by
Speaker 1: Brett Wood, recorded and mixed by Rob Gau, featuring Minca
Speaker 1: Wilts as Rose, Elizabeth Hunter as Pearl, and Kevin Godley
Speaker 1: as Corbo. Also starring Andrew Benaeder, Keith Brooks, Alexandra Ficken,
Speaker 1: Rachel Frawley, Sarah bath Hester, Shelby Hoffer, Tim McDonough, Kelly O'Neil,
Speaker 1: Lisa Paulson, and Troy Willis. Original music by Rob Gaal,
Speaker 1: Additional music by Floornoy Holmes. Special thanks to Tamika Campbell,
Speaker 1: Paul Decant, Sherry Larson, Adam K. Thompson, and executive producer
Speaker 1: Ben Bolan. You may now open your eyes