All language subtitles for American.Horror.Story.S09E03.WEBRip.x264-ION10

-(pounding in distance)
-(Ramirez shouts)

(grunts, shouts)

RAMIREZ:
Let me in!
I'm going to kill you, bitch!

(cackles)

I'm coming for you!

Come on!

Help him.

RAMIREZ:
Crush that pretty face...

(cackling)

(shouts)

RAY:
Seriously, none of us

could break down that door
if we had all day.

(pounding stops)

Listen.

It stopped.

Maybe he left.

(insects chirping)

(screams)

Help me with this!

(screaming)

(grunting)

That's not Mr. Jingles.
Who the fuck is that psycho?

I've been telling you. That's
the guy who's trying to kill me.

I got to get my keys.

(Chet grunting)

BROOKE:
Where is he? Do you hear him?

(panting)

(keys jingle)

I found them.
We just got to get to the car.

Whoa! We can't go outside.

And he's-- sooner or later,

he's coming in here,
he's gonna kill us.

There are four of us
and one of him.

We can protect each other.

That's right.
There are four of us.

And if we split up
and make a run for it,

the best he can do
is just get one.

Wow.

It's Darwin, man.
Survival of the fittest.

-It's our only chance.
-You're really just gonna commit

to this whole coward thing,
aren't you?

We are not
leaving anybody behind.

I'm not gonna die here, okay?

And...

and I know I can run faster
than at least two of you.

So let's just say the three
people lucky enough to make it

meet up at the parking lot.

Like he said,
three lucky people. Come on.

(whimpers)

(shouts)
Shit...

-Shit.
-Move it, Darwin.

(pounding on door)

TREVOR:
You got to get up, man.

We can't give up
without a fight.

That's karma coming
through that door.

There's nothing
we can do to stop it.

I could really use
one of those ludes right now.

(pounding stops)

(footsteps receding,
keys jingling)

(shushing)

(quietly):
Is he still there?

I don't see anything.

(screaming)

(shouting)
Oh, God! Oh!

Oh, God! Ah! Oh!

Shit.

It's a bag of shit!

-(retches)
-(laughter, voices outside)

PETE:
Nice throw, bro.

LARRY:
Dude, that shit was awesome.

See how it lit on fire?

Jingle, jingle.

He got shit all over his shoes.

Happy Jingles Day, douchewads.

(laughter)

I've been collecting my shit
for three weeks.

Totally worth it.

Who the hell are you?

We're Mr. Jingles. Duh.

You've been collecting
your own shit?

Get any weird phone calls
lately?

-(keys jingling)
-What the hell
is wrong with you?

It's a tradition, man.

On the anniversary
of the massacre.

Kids pull pranks
in stores and restaurants

and screw with people.

Fucking townie assholes.

Oh...

(keys jingling)

Hey.

Way too late, wide load.

You totally missed it.
They were so frickin' scared.

(coughs)

Pete, what the fuck, man?

XAVIER:
He's not one of them.

That's the real Jingles.

Go. Go now.

Get to the parking lot. Go.

LARRY:
Dude.

What's your damage, man?
No...

(wet crunch)

*

*

(music slows, distorts)

(film projector clicking,
then shuts off)

(panting)

-CHET: We made it!
-RAY: Don't say anything
till we're back in L.A.

Not that it matters,
but Nurse Rita's

-totally faster than you.
-No way.

-(both shout)
-(thudding, slicing)

(Chet screaming)

-Chet! Chet!
-He knows where to meet us.

Come on.

(screaming in distance)

(wailing)

Fuck...

(keys jingling)

Jesus, Larry.
(grunts)

A little privacy.

I can't piss right
when I know you're watching me.

Ow, ow. Now I'm all backed up.

You know I've got
that twisted urethra thing.

(coughs)

(panting)

Ooh.

I can't see shit
without my glasses.

Look, I know you guys
didn't have to take me.

I know my mom paid you.

But when I'm wearing this mask,
I am Jingles,

the most ruthless killer
of all time.

Just let me be a badass
for one night. Come on.

(grunting)
Oh, sh...

(coughing)

(coughing)

(laughs)

Let's motor.

CHET:
Get me off this thing, man.

(screaming)

-Oh, God! Damn it.
-That's not good.

Look, Chet, you probably don't
want to hear this,

but your shoulder is being
plugged up by that thing.

If we pull you off,
you'll probably bleed out.

L-Like, to death?

Is that your official
medical opinion?

It's not gonna matter if we
don't find a way out of here.

The whole point
is to keep us in.

It's a punji pit.
Haven't you seen First Blood?

-What?
-Yeah, the Viet Cong,

they used to dig these pits
with spikes in them

and put them on the side
of trails to catch G.I.s.

Jingles was a vet.
He probably dug this up

-like the ones he saw in 'Nam.
-Are you sure

it was Jingles and not the other
guy trying to kill us?

Jesus Christ. What the hell
kind of camp is this?

BROOKE:
Where is everyone?

They should be here by now.

I'm sure they're coming.

The boys' cabin
is just further away.

No.
It's been too long.

Hey, maybe we should
just go and get help.

And leave everyone here
to fend for themselves?

Your friends wouldn't
bail on you like that.

I'm not bailing.

The highway's not far.

Maybe we could get the police
to come down here.

You're right. Go.

I'll wait.

I'll tell the others
you went for help.

Thank you.

I'll be back as soon...

(muffled screaming)

Oh, honey. I wish you could
see your face right now.

You're confused, aren't you?

Don't worry.

Nurse Rita's gonna
make it all better.

Well, Ms. Chambers, you've
certainly put in the work.

Dartmouth, Penn.

I have to say you look
remarkably well-rested

for someone in the throes
of doctoral research.

But I'm sorry to tell you

that you've wasted your time
coming here.

Benjamin Richter
is a lost cause.

I doubt that.

He hasn't said a word in years.

I've tried every angle
to get him to talk,

but he just stares back at you

with those black shark eyes.

Now, I know, in our profession,

we like to think there's always
method behind madness--

a linear path
from innocence, wounding,

to violence and sociopathy.

But all I've been shown
by Benjamin Richter

is that some people
are just evil.

My research has shown otherwise.

I recently spoke to Ted Bundy
down in Florida

and pried confessions to two
unsolved murders from him.

I wasn't aware of that.

The feds wanted to keep it
on the down-low.

But I've talked to them all.

Gacy, William Bonin,
aka the Freeway Killer,

Patrick Kearney,
aka the Trash Bag Killer,

Robert Hansen,
aka the Butcher Baker--

all their lips are sealed.

Until Donna Chambers arrives
and opens them.

This case has been your life
for over a decade.

Do you really want
to go to your grave

not knowing
what makes that man tick?

Worst case,
he clams up for me, too.

And I leave like a fool.

Be smart.

Now, if you're gonna be alone
with him, he stays restrained.

This guy can regress
to violent behavior at any time.

The reawakening of Mr. Jingles.

I just mean... to get a window
into that side of him

would be valuable.

Academically.
And I appreciate the restraints.

Safety first.

Mr. Richter.

This is Donna Chambers.

She's doing research
for a PhD.

She'd like to talk to you.

You're not gonna get anything
out of this guy.

We'll be fine.

Won't we, Benjamin?

And I'm going to need a record

of everything you discussed.

-Regulations.
-Of course.

I'll be right outside
if you need me.

(door opens, closes)

I spoke to Dr. Hopple.

She thinks that you're evil.

That you were born to kill.

Do you believe that?

'Cause I don't.

I don't believe in evil.

I believe that while the ability
to do violence

exists in all people,

the need to hurt--
to murder over and over--

needs to be activated
by outside circumstances.

You were drafted
into the Army,

trained to think nothing
of human life.

Sent to the jungle to kill
in the name of patriotism.

I know you don't
like to talk, but...

answer me one question.

Did you ever

hurt anyone before that?

Did you ever kill anything?

I've been studying
serial killers

for the past five years.

Since the mid-1970s
there's been an uptick

in spree or serial killings.

Why?

Were there suddenly
more evil men born?

Or...

did the increased availability
of pornography

and the psychic echo
of the war in Southeast Asia

damage the minds
of otherwise good men?

High fructose corn syrup.

It's in everything nowadays.

They say it's bad for you.
Maybe...

uh, that has something
to do with it, too.

So you can talk.

I've been here, locked up,

for 14 years.

When I told them I...

couldn't remember
killing those kids,

they told me that
I'd had a psychotic break,

that I was evil...

and that I was the worst kind
of human being.

Irredeemable.

What if I told you
I don't think that's true.

What if I told you that
something twisted your brain

and gave you no choice?

So what you're saying is

maybe it isn't all my fault?

I'd like to help out.
Can I help you?

Well, you can't do it
from in here.

We got to get you out.

I need to study you
in your natural habitat.

They're re-opening the camp.

Even sitting here,

looking at that face,

I want to stab her

over and over.

I can't go back there.

I know I would kill again.

Sometimes sacrifices need to be
made in the name of science.

Feel my hands.

(shuddering breaths)

So soft.

That's my cold cream.

How many bunnies had to die
to get the formula right?

If I could crack the code

of what makes you do
what you do,

maybe we can begin mandatory
classes in grade school.

What if you could have the honor

of being the world's
last serial killer?

Redemption.

It's time to stop the violence.

But why?

Did someone hurt you?

I have my reasons.

But, most importantly...

...I believe that no one
is born evil, Benjamin.

No one is irredeemable.

I feel like I'm being seen
for the first time in 14 years.

Tell me what I have to do.

All you have to do
is be yourself.

Don't hold back.

Trust your instincts.

But first we got to
get you out of here.

And in order to do that,

you need to do three things:

take care of that pesky guard,

hit the switch...

(alarm buzzes)

...find the bag.

When you meet me
back at the camp...

...I'll have a new job

and a new name.

* How could we end it all *

* This way *

* When tomorrow comes *

* And we'll both regret *

* The things we said today *

* If you leave me now *

-* Ooh, no, baby. *
-(engine stops)

Can I help you?

Excuse me, sweetie?

You've been following me
since I got on the 5.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I...
I was headed up to Camp Redwood.

These were the directions
I was given.

Oh. (chuckles)
God.

Oh, I am so sorry.

It's just... you hear all these
horror stories on the news

and they always start
with a single woman

driving alone and that woman
ends up in a garbage bag

by the side of the road.

Goodness, you have
a dark imagination.

(both chuckle)

I'm headed to Camp Redwood, too.

I'm actually gonna
be the nurse there.

Hey, would you do me a favor?

Can you keep an eye on my car
while I head to the ladies'?

Maybe we can convoy up

-the rest of the way there.
-Works for me.

We girls got to look out
for each other.

(quietly):
Great.

If you ask me,
all those murders

are because of the availability
of pornography

and the objectification
of women in our culture.

That's what that Ted Bundy said.

*

*

* What you think
you're getting for free *

* The woman is wild, a she-cat *

* Tamed by the purr
of a Jaguar *

* Money's the matter *

* If you're in it for love *

* You ain't gonna get too far *

* Oh, oh, here she comes *

* Watch out, boy,
she'll chew you up *

* Oh, oh, here she comes *

* She's a maneater *

* Oh, oh, here she comes *

* Watch out, boy,
she'll chew you up. *

(Brooke grunts)

My legs...
What did you give me?

Horse tranquilizers.
I think.

I mean, I'm not a nurse.

My degree's in psychology.

Chet, are you with me?
Chet.

Chet.

Look, you just passed out
from the pain, man.

You'll be okay.

Goddamn it.

I didn't even want to come here!

(grunts)

I only left L.A.
'cause I'm in trouble.

You awake?

Look...

...I haven't told anyone
about this, but I need to.

I was in Omega Xi.

And our hell week
was always bad, but...

...but my junior year,
it really got out of hand.

* Got a thirst for killing *

* Grab your vial, uh... *

Brian, oh, there it is.
Thank you.

FRAT BOYS (chanting):
Omega Xi, do or die!

Omega Xi,
do or die!

Omega Xi, do or die!

Omega Xi,
do or die!

Omega Xi, do or die!

Omega Xi...

Take it down, anchor man.

-Take it down!
-(gagging)

-Don't you puke on me.
-Yeah!

Next station, Gobs.
Hell night never ends.

(Frat boys laughing)

* Hush, hush, eye to eye,
too shy, shy... *

Left, right, left!

Left, left,

left, right, left.

What the fuck?

(laughs)

Drink up, boys.
And lose your uniforms.

What do we do?

Just grab a cock, Jew-bacca.

Trunks to tails.

I think I'm gonna hurl.

Christ, Chan.
You lightweight.

Get up.

Chan.
Look, if you don't nut up,

you're gonna get tossed
at final blackball.

Sir, I'm sorry, sir.

I don't want to let down
my pledge brothers.

You're letting me down.

Guys like us have to work twice
as hard to be accepted here.

That's fucked up.

Look, I'm giving you
ten minutes.

Okay? Take a nap,

pull the trigger if you have to.

Just get it together.

Thank you, sir.

(grunting)

(crash)

Shit. Shit!

Chan. Chan.

Wake up.

PLEDGE MASTER:
Dude, what the hell happened?

Um, he fell.

I think he's dead.

We're so fucked.

I'll take care of it.

I mean, the way I saw it,
I couldn't change

the fact that Chan was dead,

but I could keep us
all out of trouble.

And myself out of jail.

I mean, his death
was an accident, right?

Does it really matter
how that accident happened?

Sorry, bro.

Jesus!

-What's happening?
-Uh...

(grunts)
The brake! The brake!

Oh, no.
(grunting)

Grab on to me.
Grab on to me!

Grab on!
Aah!

I still remember his face.

The look in his eyes
as he went over the cliff.

I couldn't go to the house.

I couldn't go to classes.

Eventually, I just dropped out.

Which is how I ended up with

this shit job at the hospital.

People thought he, uh,

went missing.

I thought I'd gotten
away with it.

And then, three days ago,
the Times reported

that Chan's car had been found.

Which means that it's...

...it's only a matter of time
before they find my watch.

That's why I'm here.

I'm running.

It feels good
to finally tell someone.

I mean, I know
you can't hear me.

I can hear you.

That's some messed-up shit.
(coughs)

I mean, it wasn't on purpose.

I said I thought
he was already dead.

(laughs)

From the first time
you killed him.

I-I said he fell!

Dude, what are you doing?

I'm not dying down here
with you.

-Don't leave me down here.
-(grunts) Come on!

Please.

(crying): I won't tell anyone,
I swear. Ray, please.

(straining)

Ray! Ray,

I swear, please,
I won't tell anybody.

Please don't leave me down here.

Don't leave me down here!

Ray!

Looks quiet.

Follow my lead.

-(whispers): Wait.
-What?

What about Margaret?

We can't just let her die.

Who gives a shit about Margaret?
Our friends are waiting for us.

I already got one person killed.

If I can stop anyone else
from dying,

then maybe I can
make this right.

(sighs)
Seriously?

You saw what Jingles did
to those asshole townies.

Imagine what he's gonna do to
the one person he couldn't kill.

No, he's right.
Nobody gets left behind.

Look, we'll pick up Margaret on
the way to the lot. Bertie, too.

Who the hell is Bertie?

-The cook.
-You want us to risk our lives

for Tammy Bakker
and the lunch lady?

Chef Bertie is good people.

-(muffled grunting)
-What the...

-XAVIER: What?
-Shit!

TREVOR:
Untie her.

Get her legs.

He's coming.

(whimpers)

Don't move.
Please be quiet. Shh.

(whimpering in distance)

(whimpering)

(whispering): It's okay.
We're not gonna hurt you.

(muffled grunting)

(whimpering)

Please, God, no.

No... Please. No! No!

No.
(shrieks, cries)

Please, no!

(screams)

-(crunch)
-(screaming stops)

-(keys jingling)
-(footsteps departing)

(sheaths knife)

Who is she?

XAVIER:
Says her name is Rita.

(panting)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Calm down. It's just us.

Jesus!

-Oh, thank God.
-Are you okay?

You're bleeding.
What happened?

W-Where's everyone else?

We were attacked
at the infirmary.

Everyone scattered.
I got stabbed.

Chet was with me,
but I lost him.

Had to cover myself
with dirt and leaves to hide.

What about Brooke?

Last time I saw her,
she was with Rita.

Oh, no.

-What?
-Rita is not Rita.

We found the real one bound
and gagged in the boathouse.

She was wearing
a nurse's uniform.

Jingles killed her.

Wait... wait, what?

-Then who the hell
is with Brooke?
-I don't know,

-but we got to find her.
-The plan was

to go to the parking lot.
That's where we should go.

I am not leaving here

-without Margaret and Bertie.
-Me neither.

If y'all want to be heroes,
that's fine by me,

but there is no way in hell
that I'm going back.

Not with two murderers lurking
in the goddamn shadows.

Fine, fine.

You ever ride a bike before?

Once or twice.

Okay. There's a call box
down the road.

Take my Ninja, call the cops,
and meet us back at the lot.

Montana, you go with him.

Hey, hey.

The bike is a fickle mistress.

Go easy on the throttle
or she'll buck you

like a wild stallion.

(Chet screaming in distance)

(groaning)

(rustling)

Hello?

-Is someone up there?
-(footsteps approaching)

Just leave me alone.

-Chet?
-Xavier?

Oh, thank God.

What the hell are you doing
down there, man?

I'm dying! What does it
look like I'm doing?

There's a stake through my
shoulder, I can't move.

You got to get me out of here.

All right.

I'm coming down.

(whimpering)

I thought I was done.

I thought that was it.

It's okay.
Everything's gonna be okay.

Damn, that looks gnarly.

It was him.
It was Jingles.

Ray-- he-he fell in here,
too, but...

...he left me.

Ray told us you got separated.

(crying):
He's got issues, man.

He's got serious fucking issues.

-(groans)
-I, uh, I feel like

we're gonna need a real doctor
down here to get you off this.

(twigs snap)

TREVOR:
Shh, shh, shh.

Someone's coming.

-Hurry up, hurry up.
-It's him. It's Jingles.

Y-You got to get me out of here.
You got to get...

I've never done this before.
I don't want to kill him.

Better you than Jingles.

If-if I kill you, I'm so sorry.

Just get me off of it.

On three.

-Okay?
-Mm-hmm.

Ready?

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait.

(whimpers)

Three!

(screaming)

(Chet gasping)

TREVOR:
He's coming. Let's go, let's go.

(screaming)

(grunting)

(whimpering)

(groaning)

-(shushing)
-(muffled crying)

(muffled sobbing)

-(shushing)
-Okay...

Hey. Hey.

(crying, shuddering)

-Hey, hey, hey, Chet.
-(rustling in distance)

-Hey.
-Shh.

(keys jingling)

We could take him.

There's three of us.

Chet can barely move
and Jingles has a knife.

His knife...

versus my guns.

(mouths)

(grunts)

-(screams)
-(whoops)

-(muffled screaming)
-Welcome to your
own petard, asshole!

Holy shit!

-That was awesome!
-(grunts)

-(whoops)
-(groaning)

-Oh, man.
-(laughing)

Oh. Hey.

You shouldn't be
moving around, man.

(groaning continuing)

Just so we're all clear:
that...

wasn't Jingles.

-Hey, uh...
-Shit.

They're not here.

RAY:
Well, someone definitely was.

What are you doing?

We got to get to the call box.

Seriously, Montana,

the sooner we get to the road,
the faster the cops

can handle all of this.

(Ramirez chuckles)

That's the guy that stabbed me.

Ready for round two?

The devil needs his due.

-(engine starts)
-Ray! What the hell?!

-I'm sorry!
-You fucking coward!

Ray!

Fuck!

Suck a nut, Camp Redwood.

I'll see you in another life.

(keys jingling)

(grunts)

(Richard gasps)

Why the hell
haven't you killed her yet?

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH