American Horror Story s13e08 Episode Script

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[FIRE CRACKLING]
Just five minutes more.
[FIONA SIGHS, CHUCKLES]
[GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING]
Your fever's passing.
Reminds me of the time I
came back from the Hebrides.
Remember? [CHUCKLES]
I don't know whose cauldron
you dipped your finger in, but
you wouldn't let anyone
else touch you till I came back.
You were such a pale little thing.
White as milk, but
burning like an ember.
Maybe the only thing wrong
with me was that you went away.
Yeah, but I came back. That's the point.
[SIGHS] Oh, your fever was so high,
the whole Coven thought you were
destined for the Tombs of Medari.
But you still had some
bite in you. [LAUGHS]
I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh. You sank your teeth deep
into dear little old Myrtle Snow.
[CHUCKLING] What a
bloody mess you made of it all.
- I have no memory of it. [CHUCKLES]
- [CHUCKLES]
You curled up on my
lap, just like you are now.
Looked at me like I was the only thing
standing between you and oblivion.
[SIGHS]
[PATS BACK]
I gotta get up,
let some air in this room. Whew.
- [WIND BLOWING]
- [SIGHS]
You know, you looked up at me
with such f-faith.
Do you know what that did to
me, to be worshipped like that?
Without ever having earned it?
- Oh, Mother, that is what children do.
- [SCOFFS]
And then I spent years
eroding your faith in me.
I know that I've had time
to ruminate and regret.
It's not the demons with the pitchforks
that make hell so unbearable.
It's being alone with your memories.
Don't they let you
remember the good times?
Your adventures?
Lovers?
Accomplishments?
Yeah, they do.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
But they just make you feel
[BREATHES DEEPLY]
what you gave up to have them.
Like being with you.
After a lifetime of hurting
you and disappointing you
[WHISPERS] you conjured me back.
Your Coven did that.
No, no, no, no!
No!
This is your Coven now.
You are the Supreme,
and there can only be one.
That's the rule.
And you have to own that.
Now, stand up.
Stand up!
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[GRUNTING]
I I can't.
- Yes, you can.
- I can't. I don't have the strength.
'Cause I'm not built like you, Mother.
This darkness closing
in, I know you feel it.
And it's too heavy for me.
And you never prepared me for this.
No, I didn't.
And I regret that.
You know, every mother wonders
if she brought her baby into a world
more brutal than the one
she had known as a child.
[SIGHS]
We don't all get
a chance to atone for our sins
but this will be my penance.
I will make you strong.
And I will help you become
a Supreme for the ages.
But after that
[INHALES, EXHALES]
you are on your own.
Now, stand up.
Do we even know what we're up against?
Someone brought those
monsters back from the dead.
Find out what they're made
of, and you will find their maker.
Why do we have to cut him open again?
Because
whoever sent these killers
will have left behind a signature,
a trace of themselves in the magic.
Like a fingerprint.
[SQUELCHING]
[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]
Ugh, I'm gonna be sick.
- [KNIFE CLATTERS]
- [QUEENIE] Ugh.
Do not touch it.
[HISSING]
Wait.
[SNAKE HISSING]
Snakes? That shit's got to be voodoo.
Why's it gotta be voodoo?
I don't know, Queenie.
Why don't you tell me?
- You're the expert.
- You are so ignorant.
Voodoo has nothing to do with a bunch
of black sludge coming out of a
Oh, quiet! I cannot hear myself think.
There is no time for discord.
If you wanna help me, please gather
the girls and get the house in order.
- Go.
- Go.
[HISSING]
[MUSIC FADES]
It's merely chicken soup.
Yes, well, nothing is ever
what it seems with you, Mother.
Well, granted,
I did take a few
liberties with the recipe.
Nettles for fortitude, rue
to strengthen your inner eye
and a cube of bouillon
because you are blessed
with a mother with good taste.
Here, take some.
It'll fortify you.
What are you doing?
Can we not?
Hmm.
I mean, can we just stop this?
- [SIGHS]
- You were a shitty mom.
You died, you went to hell,
and I became the Supreme.
Empty gestures are probably
best sorted on the therapist's couch,
and we don't have time for that.
So, what do you make
of our little guest here?
Well, it's dark magic, obviously.
A threat launched against us.
There's not a trace of
anything human behind it.
And yet, a serpent.
Yes.
A sigil the devil has
used to announce himself
since he first arrived in Eden.
So he wants to be known.
Yes, but how does one
begin to defeat the devil?
Well, I don't know.
I've never had that privilege.
But I didn't become a Supreme
by doing what I was taught.
Our skills emerge from
the threats before us.
I am not afraid of conflict, Mother.
I'm not.
I just I ca
I can't see it.
I can't see anything at all.
So I am asking you for your help.
Help me.
Put me on the right path.
To deal with the devil
one must befriend the devil's friend.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]
[INHALES DEEPLY]
Are you sure?
I don't think your body
is up for it. I really don't.
And I wish that you would
let me go down and warn him.
He doesn't like surprises.
He can smell weakness.
And I need him to come to me.
[SIGHS]
This is the one.
Ready?
Lay down.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Queenie, in case anything happens
you're my favorite.
You know that, right?
No, no, no, no.
You're not gonna put that on me.
You love all of us, and you're
gonna make it back for all of us, okay?
Cross your arms.
- Concentrate.
- [EXHALES]
[SPEAKING LATIN]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]
[FIRE CRACKLING]
Papa Legba.
I know you can hear me.
Show yourself!
[OBJECTS RATTLING]
Bold witch.
Making demands without
so much as an offering.
What you need so bad,
calling Papa all alone in the dark?
[PAPA CHUCKLING]
I need nothing from you.
In fact, what I have, you need.
Insolence be a dangerous thing, witch.
- [SIZZLING]
- [SCREAMS]
[GRUNTING]
[PANTING]
Do what you will with me.
But know that Fiona Goode
watches from above alive,
and she will avenge your cruelty.
Fiona Goode?
She is here, below, in hell.
I pity your ignorance.
You don't even know
who's coming or going.
Has hell ever had a more
impotent gatekeeper?
Bring her to me.
If you want her, you will have
to come and get her yourself.
[OBJECTS RATTLING]
[HAUNTING MUSIC PLAYING]
[SIGHS]
[CHUCKLES]
[WHISPERS] Who's the
baddest witch in town?
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
- [RUMBLING]
- [OBJECTS RATTLING]
[MUSIC ENDS]
You dare cheat the gates of hell?
[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]
Why, it was easy as a
stroll down St. Charles.
- I am your keeper!
- [SNAKE HISSING]
You will bow to me.
You go back to hell, you crazy bastard.
- I bow for no man!
- [GROWLS]
[CORDELIA] I was the
one who brought her back.
It was my spell.
Ancient magic.
The magic of the forgotten way.
[FIONA] So you see, with
the power my daughter holds,
your role as gatekeeper
doesn't really matter
that much anymore, does it?
And I am proof of that, you old ghoul.
[CORDELIA] Imagine if I
started pulling more souls out.
One by one.
Or ten at a time.
Pretty soon, other spirits
might stop fearing you,
might think they could
do your job better.
[CHUCKLES]
[LAUGHING]
You want something?
Papa listening.
I vow to destroy any record,
any trace of the spell that
brought my mother back.
All knowledge of it will die with me.
Tasty.
And what this voodoo
daddy gotta give you in return?
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[HISSING]
[FIRE WHOOSHES]
Satan done sent that to your house.
[SCOFFS]
Well, we already knew that.
How do we defeat him?
No, no.
You putting Papa in danger now.
This voodoo daddy can't
help you [CHUCKLING]
without his voodoo mama.
Marie Laveau? No.
We will not be bringing
that monstrous woman back.
I think we need to hear him out.
I agree.
It's your Coven.
Why Laveau?
Hold on now. Them mirrors got eyes.
Ears be pressing against these walls.
None of us are safe to talk.
Even Papa will need protection.
Only my high priestess know the way.
And if we agree, what's the catch?
No more picking the lock to hell.
One soul come up, one soul go down.
Them be the rules.
Then Papa can tell you
what only he can tell you.
Okay.
[SIGHS] Okay. I'll go.
I'm not afraid to go.
I just left there.
[COUGHING]
[GRUNTS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[WHIMPERS]
[FIONA] Wandering
through an endless maze.
But worse than the
dank air and dead ends,
what the maze was made of.
[SOBBING]
Oh, God! [SOBS]
I can't spend eternity here.
This place, it reeks
of [SOBS] fish
[SOBS, SNIFFLES] cat piss.
[PANTING]
[WHIMPERS] What is this?
[SOBS] Knotty pine!
[PANTING] No! No! Oh.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
No, no, no!
[SHOUTING] No, no, no, no, no!
No! No! No, no!
And I would spend eternity in
that maze if it would help Cordelia.
[CORDELIA] No, Mother.
You know Laveau best,
her methods and her malice.
Only you can back her into a corner.
[QUEENIE] No.
Cordelia, you are not strong enough yet.
Which is why it should be me.
[QUEENIE] It should not.
I'll go.
Queenie, listen to me.
This is something you cannot take back.
Cordelia, I understand
exactly what I'm signing up for.
I'm a Black woman in America.
I have collapsed arches from
holding generations
of hell on my shoulders.
My entire body is on fire the
second my feet touch the ground.
Do I deserve it?
No.
Can I handle it?
I don't burn anymore.
Take me.
Heart still clean. Hmm.
She proves herself an innocent.
I'm not that innocent.
Queenie, wherever
you go, I will be with you,
I promise.
I know.
All right, now, listen here, if
we let Queenie go with you,
you have to guarantee
you will bring her back alive.
Now, what makes you so sure
I'd be willing to make that bargain?
Because when we prevail,
I will give you no choice.
[PAPA GROWLS SOFTLY]
Come, child.
[OBJECTS RATTLING]
[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]
[CICADAS BUZZING]
[SIGHS] Maybe this was a bad idea.
Uh, next customer, please.
I know it ain't who I think it is.
Pardonnez-moi, missy.
Do I know you from somewhere?
Peut-être you once served at my
dear friend's salon in the Marigny.
- Wait, what?
- Never you mind.
And I do hesitate to
bring to your attention,
but this poulet frit is very
much not to my liking.
I'm sorry to hear that.
How can I help you, ma'am?
Ma'am? [CHUCKLES]
"Madame" would suffice.
I'd be ever so grateful
for a few pieces of tender chicken,
- just soaked in buttermilk
- [SIGHS]
served at its crispiest.
And that's what I served you.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
Pray tell, what is this
sodden, greasy meat?
And how many weeks old is
that lard you've been cooking it in?
We don't use lard.
We use vegetable oil.
Canola, probably.
And do I detect some African
spices catching in my throat?
At none of the barbecues this season
would anybody dare serve
such poison pepper slop.
All right, now, I do not appreciate
the way you are talking to me.
A brick.
These dentures cost a fortune.
- Bona fide human teeth.
- [GROANS]
And not one bite could cut through
this sad excuse for a baked good.
Then you don't have to eat it.
Which overseer turned his back
so you should feel so free to
express your impertinence?
I might be captive here in hell, but
I am always free to speak my mind.
And if this food is not for you,
then this place is not for you,
and you may bounce
your antebellum bitch ass
off to wherever you
feel most comfortable.
Take your boudin noir
fingers off my meal.
Oh, I never.
Jamais de ma vie.
Is that French for "I
wanna see a manager"?
Fetch the proprietor at once.
If you were my girl, I would have
sold you down the river by now.
Here's the thing, Temu Scarlett O'Hara.
The Civil War happened.
Reconstruction happened.
The Civil Rights Movement happened.
Barack Obama happened.
Lemonade by Beyoncé Giselle
Knowles-Carter happened.
Do you know what all that means?
- I haven't a clue.
- [QUEENIE] Mmm.
It means that I will
never, ever be your girl.
Oh. Oh! [GROANING]
[SCREAMING]
[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]
[GRUNTING, SCREAMING]
Taste it.
[MADAME LALAURIE] Huh?
- [WHIMPERING LOUDLY]
- Mm-hmm.
Yes. Taste it.
[WHIMPERING, SOBBING]
- [CRUNCHES]
- Oh!
[GAGS, GRUNTS] Oh.
- [WHIMPERING]
- Now, say your line.
I said say it.
It's finger-lickin' good.
[SCREAMS]
[BLOWS]
It is done.
[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]
Where that snotty French bitch?
That cochon, LaLaurie.
[CHUCKLES] The whitest
and the ugliest of all y'all.
Well, it's nice to see you too.
If you still hiding her
in this massah house,
I'm gonna put all
of y'all in the ground.
[FIONA] Bonjour, Marie.
I would say welcome back,
but, well, you didn't stay
away long enough for my taste.
There was never so horrid a
sight in hell as you. Et voilà.
That hair, still lifeless as ever.
[LAUGHS] And that wig, those
weaves, that turban [CHUCKLES]
I could burn it off your
head with a flick of my wrist.
Silence!
I didn't bring you back to watch
you hiss and claw like cats in a sack.
The devil himself is closing in.
You all got to unite.
White magic ain't nothing
without black magic.
In the storm that's coming,
the high magic of Salem
and the low magic of the Bayou,
they both gotta dance together,
or everything
you know and love will die.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
So we have an agreement, a détente.
What she said.
[PAPA CHUCKLES]
United, we will defeat
the devil himself.
Hell to the motherfucking yes.