American Horror Story s13e12 Episode Script

1
Well, I have to say I was
expecting more than a little limp hug.
Not tears, of course. You were
never the type to shed them.
I think I'll take a stab at
sincerity. I missed you.
Well, forgive me for not throwing
you a welcome parade, Myrtle.
[CHUCKLES]
You know, I can see that you are
just bursting with news of some kind.
Some, what, message from hell?
[CHUCKLES]
Okay, fine. Um
I'll just rip off the Band-Aid.
Fiona Goode, you have a sister.
Your spitting image, your living mirror.
An identical twin.
And, uh, brace yourself, dear.
You are the daughters
of the devil himself.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
What are you saying?
I mean, who tore us apart?
How is this the first time
I'm hearing about this?
Feelings, however raw, are fleeting.
I recommend you think
of emotion like fashion.
Live in it fully, and
before you know it,
you'll be on to the next sensation.
And that devil part, huh?
Oh, I can see that it all makes a
certain sense to you, doesn't it?
Hmm. It does.
Because of the things
that I've done to you, huh?
[EXHALES] I just want to say, Myrtle
that it hurt me to hurt you.
That's the language of every abuser,
though I I hear
your conciliatory tone.
All my life
I dreamed of some elusive Mr. Goode.
The Goodes of Massachusetts.
Those were the first Salem
women thrown into that jail cell,
blamed by witch hunters
for every bad gust of wind.
Those are your mother's forebearers.
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
You know
about my mother?
Though your true father
was the dreaded Lucifer,
your mother was a woman of God.
Her name was Sister Jude.
The asylum that she used to run like
a warrior for Christ now imprisoned her.
She'd lost the war.
The collateral damage
her body count weighed on her soul.
She had no chance of
escape, not even a prayer.
[MUTTERING]
- [BIRDS CAWING]
- [GASPS, MUTTERS]
Oh! Yes!
[GASPING] Oh
Oh, you you've come.
- [GASPS] Oh
- [BIRDS CAWING, ECHOING]
Oh, look at you.
Tell me, what messages have you for me?
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[GASPING]
Yes.
Yes, I can do that.
I can count you.
One is for sorrow.
Two is for mirth.
Three for a wedding.
Four for a birth.
Five for silver.
Six for gold.
[WHISPERING] Seven
for a secret never to be told.
Oh, my God.
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Eight
[CHILD LAUGHS, ECHOES]
for a scare.
Nine
for a hiss.
Ten
for a hug
that ends with a kiss.
[BELLS TOLLS]
Little
[SOBBING] Little girl,
do you forgive me?
Are you riding your bike?
[GASPS]
- [BELL TOLLS]
- Yes.
She does.
Yes, she does.
She forgives me. She does.
She said so.
Eleven
is for hope,
and 12 for health.
Thirteen
[YOUNG MR. NAS]
Beware of the devil himself.
[BREATHING HEAVILY] Who are you?
Who let you in?
No one is supposed
to visit me in this place.
Well, be careful what
you wish for, Judy Martin.
Did I hear you say
something about a kiss?
I know who you are.
No. [BREATHING HEAVILY]
I am a godly woman, a servant of Christ.
Heavenly Father, please, hear my prayer.
Protect me in my
hour of need from this
There are many secrets
under this veil, aren't there?
fallen angel
A wedding? Is that what you asked for?
Hail Mary, Mother of God.
Blessed art thou amongst women.
Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Hail Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners now
[YOUNG MR. NAS] I can give you health.
[LAUGHTER]
I can give you mirth.
[BELL TOLLS]
[EXHALES DEEPLY]
Maybe if your wish comes true
a birth.
Hardly an immaculate
conception, but a desperate one.
Judy was years past the
first heat of menopause,
but Satan surely had his way with her.
Two luminous blonde baby girls
emerged from that husk of a woman.
I wish I had known my mother.
Have some compassion for yourself, dear.
You were the youngest witch
ever deposited at Miss Robichaux's.
- [EXHALES FORCEFULLY]
- Just an infant, isn't that right?
Oh, enough of your inner child bullshit.
God, look up from
your navel. Look around.
The world is ending.
The world is always ending.
That's the goddamn truth of the world.
There's always an apocalypse
coming, a revolving door of Antichrists.
A wave becoming a tsunami.
A cough, now a plague.
An insult that erupts into a war.
Lava flows, ice caps melt,
continents drift, paradigms shift.
So we restore order as best
we can, and we've done our part.
We've banned pesticides,
we've burned bras
and gave daughters
everything only sons had.
But it's not our problem anymore
because it's not our world anymore.
So what?
We're supposed to let three centuries
of the Salem line just die with
with Cordelia as Supreme?
I mean, for Christ's sakes,
have you seen the witches of
weak shit that we have left here?
Myrtle Snow, you old coward,
I choose to die on my feet.
And it has been my fate
that there has never been anybody
who sees eye to eye with me.
[BREATHES DEEPLY]
[VOICE BREAKING] But I
bet my mother would have.
There's another possibility, dear.
Follow me.
Fiona Goode, I'm pleased to introduce
you to your sister, Constance Langdon.
[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
I'll give you two some time.
[FIONA EXHALES DEEPLY]
Well, I think you'll
understand when I say
I can't believe my eyes.
Nor can I.
[STAMMERS] Oh
I think I have to sit down.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Oh. Please, please.
You know, I knew nothing nothing
about our mother and
our father until just now.
[STAMMERS] So I wonder what you know.
I mean, what have you been told?
Just what your friend
Miss Snow explained
to me about how twin
sisters [CHUCKLES]
went in such completely
different directions.
A criminal sold one to
some couple in Virginia
who only wanted the child for the
government assistance she could earn.
The other baby was left at Briarcliff.
Do you know about Briarcliff?
Until a patient by the name
of Pepper [CHUCKLES]
had her whisked away to some
mysterious home for spinsters.
This place, I guess.
I have always believed that I
could cast a spell with just a
a sly glance, but obviously I have
I've met my match.
My sister.
A bona fide witch.
A lineage that comes
down our mother's side.
Magic that goes back to Salem.
God, I must have dreamed
too small, because
[CHUCKLING] I once
poisoned my neighbor
for taking my parking spot,
and I called that a victory.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
All my life, I have felt
like something was missing.
That there was some
part of me that just
wasn't there.
Oh, God.
I bore every wretched cross
that fate put on my back.
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
[GIGGLES]
But to look at you [CHUCKLING]
It's not every orphan that
gets dropped under this portico
and then ends up taking
over the whole place.
The empress of New Orleans.
I must've dreamed too small.
Yeah, I dreamed too small.
Well, you mustn't resent me.
We were both infants
when we were separated.
It was the women in this house
that brought that magic out in me.
Yeah, but shouldn't we be the same?
I mean, it's just not fucking fair.
I got all the darkness from
Big Daddy-O, we now know.
I didn't receive so much
as a whisper of witchcraft.
Not one ounce
of magic from my mother.
You got that.
And how I envy you.
Maybe I was meant to
spark that magic in you.
Maybe that's why we've
been brought together.
If I have it in me, then so do you.
You really think so?
I could teach you a few tricks.
Powers to be mine that
were in you all along.
First touch since the womb.
[TENDER MUSIC PLAYING]
I don't believe it.
[LIQUID BUBBLING]
I don't believe you.
Why would my mother
not tell me this, huh?
Or Myrtle. Myrtle never
kept anything from me.
Oh, really?
Then what about how you got
them brand-new eyeballs of yours?
[MARIE] Hmm?
Oh, you can mope and whine
about who your grandfather is,
but it doesn't change the truth.
You got the devil in your blood.
[INHALES SHARPLY] Somebody
told you so you can move forward.
Move forward?
How am I supposed to move forward when
I feel like I've got poison in my veins?
How can anyone trust me?
How can I trust myself?
Well, you sure as hell got
to accept it, all the ugly bits.
Accepting every part of who you
are is where true power comes from,
and I'm gonna need you to
channel all the power you got.
Now give me that mugwort.
I was just getting my bearings.
Stop doubting yourself.
Nobody else does.
Think about what you have
that your mother never had.
You surely do care about
people, and what's better,
people care about you.
I seen the way your Coven looks at you.
That's its own magic. That's love.
That's not going anywhere.
It's nearly ready.
Put your face over the pot.
Breathe in the power of the
remèd, the fire meeting the earth.
[INHALES]
Just a few hours of
simmering and then
Hours? You said "a few hours"?
Pardon, Madame, but we
ran out of time a few days ago.
This devil is nearly
reaching 100 years old.
You don't shush me or rush me, boy.
If a thought comes up in your mind,
slow it the fuck down before
you send it into my ears.
Now, if you want to
make yourself useful,
go ahead on and get me what I need.
I will get you fresh cuttings
from the greenhouse.
That won't be necessary. I can do it.
Just name it. Let's fucking go.
By any chance, can you
turn up the heat on your pot?
- Might save time.
- Listen, insolent white man.
The world is yet to see an
Antichrist who is a Black woman,
and here is the actual son
of Satan crowding my stove,
looking like every other diabolical
messenger that Satan
has sent before you.
So if you want to make
yourself useful, prove your worth.
If you want me to feel
my power, help my cause.
I'm about to do what no woman
in womankind has ever done,
putting things together that
don't want to be together.
Old Salem spells and new voodoo.
Black magic and white magic
gotta dance together, right?
So if you want what I can provide,
get me what I need.
Get me my Queenie.
She suffers on the other
side of the dark divide.
Will Papa Legba even allow it?
You're asking me like I
need a permission slip.
- Well, don't you?
- No.
[MARIE] Use your damn
privilege, Satan child.
Spring Queenie from
her false imprisonment,
and then I can meet your deadlines.
[CUSTOMER] Yeah, but no.
- [CUSTOMERS CLAMORING]
- I'm gonna need to speak to your manager.
Actually, a manager's manager.
- I specifically requested a scoop.
- [CLAMORING CONTINUES]
- Excuse me, young man!
- One sec, one sec. Queenie!
Karen-zilla. Shh.
Watch out. Watch out.
Excuse me, Queenie!
You're Queenie, right?
- Yeah.
- It's time to go.
Let's get you out of here.
Uh
[CLAMORING CONTINUES]
All right, uh, attention, everyone.
I have to leave, but I
will be right back, okay?
JK. No, I fucking won't.
[CLAMORING CONTINUES]
Later, bitches.
Move, move, move. Get out of my way!
[QUEENIE] Get off him. He's my ride.
[FOOTSTEPS ECHOING]
By the grace of God. [EXCLAIMS]
Come into my arms, chère.
[SOBS] You know, I
can't even look at you
without water from behind my
eyes rolling down my cheeks.
I told you I'd make it back.
[CORDELIA EXHALES]
This job got done right.
But you got a lot more work to
do, so don't think you God's gift yet.
Hardly. Come, sisters.
The spirits got business with us.
[INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYING]
In order to defeat the devil,
you must first strike at his soul.
And every soul's got two parts.
The ti bon ange.
What makes you you.
Mmm. And the gros bon ange.
What keeps the body
moving through the world.
[MARIE CHUCKLES]
And this potion
loosens the tie between the two.
The Brahma from the Atman,
the nefesh from the neshamah.
That's right! Samayavajra and kabbalah.
[LAUGHS]
Now, here's how you do it.
["SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL" PLAYING]
[MARIE] Let that demon boy
lead you two to the devil's bed.
[CREAKING]
[MARIE] Pluck a squiggly
hair from his nasty old head.
Drop it in the vial
till it sizzles black.
[SIZZLING]
[MARIE] Next, tip that
potion till he gulps it back.
Make sure it go all the way down.
That's the only way that you
can touch the devil's life force
and keep yourself clean of his spirit.
[SUCKING]
[MARIE] As you strip
the devil of his years,
he will grow younger
and younger before you.
[GROWLING]
[MARIE] Keep sucking his years
right outta him till he is but a babe.
[CRIES]
[MARIE] And in that moment
[GASPS]
you'll feel a thousand springtimes
flowing through your blood.
It's another of the devil's temptations,
so you must not take
that life force for yourself.
Taking that life force
will be your job, Queenie.
[MARIE] Cordelia will pour
the devil's years into you.
Take them and hide
them behind your ribs.
Then
take a hold of this red thread.
Call upon the spirits,
your ancestor, Tituba.
You, Queenie, must stitch
the vèvè at a crossroads.
[MARIE] And with
the last stitch of thread,
you're gonna feel your bones crack.
You're gonna feel that
death is drawing near.
But when the vèvè is complete,
send the devil's years all the
way through the crossroads,
all the way down
to hell.
Then
it is done.
That devil stayed
right where you put him,
in that small, helpless body,
an eternal baby for good.
And he does not inherit
this earthly kingdom. Ha!
But when you return,
it gon' be the sworn duty of this
Coven to watch over that eternal baby
until the end of time.
[SONG FADES]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
In my long life,
I've seen the devil's deeds
through a woman's eyes.
But his evildoing stops with you.
So go on up to that rotten apple,
hold him by the horns,
and rip his fucking tail off!
[CACKLING]
[WHOOPS]
[QUEENIE] New York
City hits different, don't it?
[CORDELIA] It is magical,
Queenie. I feel it too.
[QUEENIE] Hmm.
[CORDELIA] Are you
thinking about living here?
- [QUEENIE CHUCKLES]
- You could.
You could move here when
we're done with this business.
Once Satan is gone from this world,
we will feel a peace we have
never known, a freedom too.
You really think that,
once Satan is gone,
that humankind is just gonna change?
I choose to believe in
our better nature, yes.
[QUEENIE] Huh.
I think it's important to
imagine a world without evil.
No hunger, no war, no
child going to sleep afraid.
[SIGHING] Well, Pollyanna,
you live in a very pink cloud
very, very far away from reality,
but I'll play along.
There'll be no disease or bigotry.
Maybe if Satan is gone,
everyone will just get out of each
other's way and do their own thing.
I like that.
It sounds nice.
Yeah.
And bicycles.
Every one of your
answers is so disappointing.
Well, I am who I am, Queenie.
I'm scared.
Me too.
We've got this.
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
Did you get everything that you needed?
Uh, we stopped by a
graveyard in Brooklyn
to get a little extra
dirt for my gris-gris.
Just some added protection.
Do we have a plan?
What if the handsome
devil bum-rushes us?
I will channel all of
my power into Queenie.
I trust her to hit him where it hurts.
Okay, fun.
Well, I've been reading
his mind. He's out cold.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC STOPS]
[DOORS CREAKING]
[FIRE CRACKLING]
Goddess, be with us.
[BED CREAKS]
[GASPS SOFTLY]
[SWALLOWS]
[EXHALES DEEPLY]
[SIZZLING]
[WHISPERING LATIN]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
[GASPS]
[YOUNG MR. NAS] I know what you did.
[GASPS]
[YOUNG MR. NAS] And you can do no more.
- [YELLS]
- [GASPS]
I'm sorry.
Am I hurting you? [LAUGHS]
Don't be such a little crybaby.
[LAUGHING]
[HAUNTING MUSIC PLAYING]
[WHIMPERS]
[ROPE CREAKING]
[WHISPERS] Queenie.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
We did it.
Hail Satan. Hail Satan.
Hail Satan.