All language subtitles for American.Horror.Story.S12E08.WEB

How's the shoot going?

I can't tell if I'm brilliant,
or if I'll never work again.

How have you been,
Frank?

I've missed you terribly--

Mr. Sinatra,
I'm so sorry to bother you.

No bother at all.

Would you mind signing
my napkin?

Wow. I-- I could die
happy now.

Now, don't do that.

Oh, and my wife loved you
in Peyton Place, Miss Farrow.

Thank you. That's--

You remember
what I told you?

I just don't think
it's fair.

Marriage isn't
about what's fair.

You can't ask me
to choose

between you
and this movie, Frank.

It's not
just the movie, baby.

It's a lifestyle.

If we're both always
out on the road--
I know, but this is my career.

Don't--
Don't interrupt me.

I'm getting the check.

If you go back
to that set today, Mia...

we're through.

We're a third of the way
through filming, Frank.

And Bob's sure
I'll get an Oscar nomination.

How do you expect
to be a good mother

if this is
what you're chasing?

I'll figure it out.

Women always do.

Good luck with that, kid.

How you doing in there?
Fine.

Thank you.

-Mia, new idea.
-Mmm.

So, you walk into the street,
distracted, scared--

The street--
And there'll be picture cars?

Picture cars? No.

You don't mean...

You want me stepping
into actual traffic, Roman?

Don't worry, Mia.

No one's going
to hit a pregnant woman.

Roman's a pussycat
underneath all the bluster.

Mmm.
Thanks, Sharon.

The devil is beautiful,
you know?

And you'd find him in the people
you'd never expect.

All set, Mia?

Just right over here.

Rolling!

And action!

Mia?
I'm coming.

I can help you if you let me.

What do you mean?

Take it off.

How did you know?

Women's intuition.

My mother wasn't always
easy to love,

and she often wasn't the mother
I thought I needed.

But in the days
since her passing,
I've realized...

I don't know
what I need.

I don't know
if any of us do.

She was...

...the mother
I was given.

And...

she was perfect.

As many of you know,
in lieu of flowers,

we've asked loved ones
to donate

to the American Foundation
for Suicide Prevention.

Your mother did not
kill herself.

She was killed.

Respectfully, ma'am,
I have to ask you to leave.

You!
You did not listen to her!

She tried to warn you
over and over and over!

Her blood is
on your hands!

Don't fucking touch me!

Don't-- No. Don't you
fucking touch me!

Do you see?

This is what happens
to women who tell the truth!

I beg you,
listen to your wife!

Listen to your wife!

Please. Please, I beg you,
listen to your wife!

I'm very sorry about that.

I don't know
who that woman is.

Um.

Father Matthews.

I have to say,
I'm not gonna miss
the alimony payments.

Let us go in peace

to live out
the word of God.

Thank you for coming.
Have a blessed day.

Anna, you're as big
as a house.

You sure you don't
have twins in there?

Excuse me? Can you tell me
where that woman went?

Crazy one?

Sent her to the ER.

Why?

To be sedated.

You her daughter?

No.

Oh, just assumed.

She's heavily sedated.

Won't be herself.

I'll give you
a minute.

I'm sorry
I didn't believe you.

They will--

They will take everything
from you.

All of your dreams
will become a nightmare.

Please, get out now.

Look who woke up for her guest.
Ah, poor babe.

No.
Here.

We just want her
to be comfortable.

- No.
- It's okay. You're okay.

- Where did she go?
- Hmm?

Oh, some friends came
to pick her up.

What friends?

Some women.
They seemed nice.

Oh, my God.

Congratulations!

This is crazy.

We got an Oscar nominee
in here!

You're here and you're here.

Never happened
to me before.

I've never been this
close to somebody who's famous.

Who are you gonna bring?

Are you sure
you're up for flying?

Yes. I'm only
seven months pregnant.

I mean, even though
I'm practically spherical.

That's my girl.

Besides, nothing went wrong
last time I flew to LA.

Dr. Hill's probably
just covering his ass

so he doesn't get sued
or something.

As long as you know
it's your call.

These would look amazing
with the Gucci,

but we might want
something simpler.

Yes, I think I love the Gucci.

-Is that your phone?
-No. Is it yours?

Obviously not.

Why does Dex have
a fucking flip phone?

He doesn't.

Who's calling him?

It says, "Unknown caller."

Oh, my God.

This is where Harvey Weinstein
ejaculated into a plant.

Stop.
Iconic.

Wait. You're going
to that gifting suite, right?

I don't--
I don't need any free shit.

It's not about
the free shit.

It's about being seen.

You're making an appearance

and getting your photo taken
with every Keurig maker,

acid-washed pair of Levi's

and certificate
for a HydraFacial
we can get our hands on.

Hmm.
Okay?

Hey.

-Anna, over here.
-Oh.

-Right this way.
-Congratulations, Ms. Alcott.

We'd love to offer you
our five-karat gold

morning glory
misting spray.

Thank you. Oh.

-How does that feel?
-Anna, over here.

-Anna, just one over here.
-Right here, please.

-Anna!
-Beautiful! One more?

Can I get you
this way?

Okay. Right this way
now, Anna. Oh.

Don't forget
your misting spray.

Hello, Ms. Alcott.

May I offer you
our beta wave, cruelty-free,

silk sleep mask?

Would you, uh, like
to try it on?

Here you go.

It blocks out
99.9% of light,

so you will get
your smoothest sleep possible

before the big night.

Thank you.

Can you give me
a minute?

Hi, Anna.
Congratulations.

What are you doing here?

Manning my booth, silly.

Dr. Hill has a ton
of West Coast clientele,

and he wants
to make a dent at the Oscars

to expand our brand.

I'll be rooting
for you Sunday.

I can explain.

Make yourselves at home.

If you change
into your gown,

Dr. Hill will
be in shortly.

Okay.

Thank you.

It all began
in such a simple way.

Such a cliché.

Oh, my God.
You're amazing.

Open.

What is this?

It's yours.

You deserve this.

And it gets better.

I've set up cameras
so we can be together

even when we're not.

I'll wink at you
to say good night.

You're the best man
I've ever known.

I'm a piece of shit.

So am I.

We couldn't help ourselves.

But I became addicted
to watching you.

Your life just seemed
so perfect.

And I wanted it for myself.

I looked for ways
to take it all away.

You were supposed to be
at the clinic 20 minutes ago.

The egg retrieval's
at 9:00 a.m.

Dr. Hill says he needs
you here as soon as possible

or we have to start
this whole cycle over again.

How fast can you get here?

Come right with me,
Ms. Alcott.

Then you were there.

So close.

I felt our connection.

And in the end,
it all fell apart.

We need to talk.

I couldn't let you
be happy.

Baby.

You're a fucking psychopath.

I never wanted you to know.
I really like you.

I wish I were you.

Is that
what you're doing here, huh?

You're stalking me?

No. I wanted to warn you
before it's too late.

Before what's too late?

They're doing something
to your baby.

Wait. Were you the one
leaving the dolls too?

What dolls?

Don't fucking lie
to me, Cora.

It's them, Anna.
It's all them.

-Who?
-The women Dr. Hill works with.

What, you mean his patients?
They pretend to be.

And they help him
find new ones,

and they do terrible things
to them.

They're doing it
to you right now.

Doing what?
I don't know.

But I do know Dr. Hill

became the primary
fertility specialist

in New York City
by making sacrifices.

So why do you work
for him?

I have student loans.

What happens
to the babies?

I never see them
delivered.

I just know Dr. Hill

administers different
medications to certain mothers.

He doesn't let them see
any outside specialists,

and he spends a lot of time
on the phone

before and after
their appointments

with the door closed.

And when he comes out,
he's like a different person.

Yeah, I know.

I'm not having
this conversation right now.

No,
it's gonna be okay.

I know it's not
gonna be--

Hey, babe.

You're back
so early.

Whoa.

I'm just talking
to Talia.

Get out.

Housekeeping.

No, thank you!

I said, "no, thank you."

Don't yell at me.

It's the big day.
Half-caf?

Bathroom emergency.
Sorry.

Are you okay?

Are you shitting?

Yes.

Okay. Well, squeeze
that fucker out ASAP.

It's go time, bitch.

Plop, plop.
Let's go.

Why are you covered
in a sheet?

Did you sheet yourself
or something?

I'm sorry,
that was a good one.

-Oh, my God.
-Don't.

You just cut yourself shaving.

You had me worried.

Oh, that's
the glam squad.

I always knew
he was a piece of shit.

Never trust a man
with blonde highlights.

Siobhan.
What?

Like we're not gonna talk
about what a giant slimy turd

your husband is
for cheating on you

with a literal zygote.

You're seven-and-a-half
months pregnant.

Look. I just don't wanna focus
on that right now, okay?

This is my night.

You're right.
Fuck yeah, it is.

And you know what?
You've worked so hard.

Not as hard
as I've asked you to,

but that's okay.

Everyone disappoints me.

You've worked so hard,
and you followed my direction.

I know
it's gonna be worth it.

I promise.

You'd never, like,
lie to me, right?

About what, babe?

I don't know.
People talk.

Let me guess.

That old bitch,
Ms. Preecher?

She's been stalking
my socials lately too.

She's just lonely
and obsessed with us.

I mean, there's two
kinds of women:

those who know
it's their responsibility

to lift others up,

and those who hate the ones
they'll never get to be.

What about Babette?

What about her?

I mean, you asked me
if I wanted an Oscar

as much as I wanted a baby,
and then the next day--

Oh, my God.

You think
I, like, killed her?

Okay.

Enough feminist
psychological thrillers for you.

I mean, from now on,

it's exclusively rom-coms
and brand ambassadorships.

Congratulations, Anna.
May the best nominee win.

-Anna! Anna! Anna!
-Are you okay?

Should we go
to the hospital?
What?

Should we go
to the hospital?

No, it's the Oscars.

Okay. Come on.

Okay.
Are you sure?

My body would tell me
if something was wrong.

Okay.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the 96th
Annual Academy Awards.

What's wrong?

I think I just had
a contraction.

- Okay. Just hold tight.
- Good evening.

I want to take the time
to congratulate

all the incredible nominees
that are here tonight.

Yes.

I can't go into labor.
I'm only 30 weeks.

Some of whom
are not even white.

Apparently, you can.

The Oscars have come a long way

the last few years.

We've let women host.

Okay. Just hold on
till we get to your category,

and then
we'll go to the hospital.

You are so strong.

...collectively, realized that
alopecia is never funny enough

to justify assault.

This year's
selection of nominees

in the Best Actress category

feature some
of the bravest performances

I have ever had
the honor to witness

in my career.

And the nominees are:

Anna Victoria Alcott,
The Auteu.

Donna Brooks, Silent Echo.

Do you want this?

- Say yes.
- Babette Eno...

Yes.

What would you
give up for it?

Ines Mariano...

Anything.

Anything?

And the Oscar goes to...

Congratulations.

Anna Victoria Alcott,

The Auteur.

Go get
that hardware, baby.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Mom?

I-- I--

We have to go,
Siobhan.