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♪ When the moon ♪

Come on, girls.
Traffic's murder at the Bowl,

and I don't want to miss
"Light My Fire."

She just wants to blow
Jim Morrison.

♪ Aligns with Mars ♪

♪ Then peace
will guide the planets ♪

♪ And love
will steer the stars ♪

♪ This is the dawning
of the age of Aquarius... ♪

Hey, Maria.

You want to come see
The Doors with us?

I can't.

I have an anatomy
test tomorrow.

Oh, Maria.

You're such a square.

Can't you girls
leave her alone?

What did she ever do to you?

She refused to
pray for my sins.

I hope you get the clap.

Right, guess you lezzies
don't have to worry about that.

Your heart's in
the right place,

it's your head
I'm worried about.

You forget your diaphragm?

You can still get the clap
with a diaphragm.

Maria!

Those bitches.

Don't answer it.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I don't want to bother you, but
I'm hurt and needing some help.

This might sting a little.

Hello, Les.

Were you expecting me?

Saw you down on the sidewalk.

Seemed to be a very
interesting encounter.

You think that Jesus
is going to save you?

I'm already saved.

Hmm.

We all are.

I can't find the source
of the bleeding.

There's no...

no wound.

Don't get smart!

It'll only make it worse.

Fatty Patty, Fatty Patty.

I didn't come here to discuss Ed Carson.

Yes, I gathered that.

Our Mr. Carson is...

I imagine you did it with

your usual subtlety and tact.

You are a little heavy-handed
at that sort of thing, you know.

It's the intention that counts.

I assure you,
my interest is quite genuine.

Oh, now, that's surprising, Les.

From all the hints I've heard

dropped over town
all these years...

Wake up, sugar.

Put it on.

Do it.

No, not over your clothes.

Take them off.

Please.

I'm a virgin.

Strip.

Well, there are
no hard and set rules, Les.

He's a very sick man.

Well, you'll let me know

what I can do to help him.

I told you...

Jesus can't save me.

My Lord God,
even now I accept at thy hands

cheerfully and willingly,
with all its anxieties,

pains and sufferings,

whatever death it shall
please thee to be mine.

Amen.

My Lord God,
even now I accept at thy hands

cheerfully and willingly,

with all of
its anxieties, pains

and sufferings,

whatever death it shall
please thee to be mine.

Amen.

You can't break a man like Rossi.

He's not done.

You're outmatched.

If you did get him,
he might break you.

Did that ever occur to you?

You better make up
your mind, Laura.

I'm giving you
some brotherly advice.

Concede gracefully.

Sorry.

So, what do shrinks think about
when a wildly brilliant patient

doesn't talk
to punish said psychiatrist?

I bet you think about sex.

Do you think about sex a lot?

I think about
one girl in particular.

Your daughter.

I jerk off thinking
about her. A lot.

I'm not comfortable with you
talking about my daughter, Tate.

Don't you want to know
what I do to her?

How I lay her on the bed
and I caress her soft skin,

make her purr
like a little kitten.

She's a virgin.

They get wet so easily.

Do you turn to these thoughts

to comfort yourself
in times of stress?

Actually, yes.

I jerk off a lot to make
the visions to go away.

Blood and the carnage.

I want the thoughts to go away,
and you're not helping me.

Well, we've only been working
together a few weeks now.

Well, you're sexual, right?

Violet told me about the affair

with the girl in Boston.

Not much older
than her, she said.

Our time is up.
Bullshit. I don't accept that.

Our time is up for today, Tate.

I thought we had an agreement.

Do I have to get
this number changed?

I'm pregnant.

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I thought you hated smoking.

I've taken it up.

I can't sleep.

I'm terrified of everything.

What attacked me wasn't human.

It was Tate.

No, you saw
that other thing, too.

He was trying to
freak us both out.

What'd you tell your parents?

Don't worry.

I told them I got attacked
by some chola on Melrose

who wanted my Chanel.

Couldn't tell them I went
to your house to score coke, could I?

I had to file a fake
police report and everything.

How deep are the cuts?

Deep.

God, and I-I can't stop
thinking about that mouth.

It was a mask.

He was purposely trying
to terrorize you.

That hat doesn't look like you.

It serves a purpose.

Look.

My hair is turning white

from fear.

Yeah, I read on the Internet
that's possible.

Do you believe in the devil?

No.

I do.

I've looked into his eyes.

Check Violet!

Did someone break in?

Go back upstairs.

I'm calling the police.

Go home, Addy.

Come on.

The police are on their way.

Tell them to forget it--
it was only Addy.

I'm gonna have someone come out

and check all
the windows and doors, though.

If that little freak
can get in, anyone can.

You shouldn't call her that!

Are you okay?
You're shaking.

I haven't thrown up, Ben.

When I was pregnant with Violet,

I was sick all the time
for two months straight.

There's something wrong
with this baby, I can feel it.

I'd be worried if you
didn't think something was wrong

after what you went through,
with your last pregnancy.

Your anxiety level must
be through the roof.

Don't shrink me.

You know what I feel?

This baby...

is why we moved here.

It's our salvation, Viv.

I'm pulling

and pulling, and this
Karen Carpenter

"isn't life the shit"
elevator music keeps playing.

♪ I'm on the top of the world looking ♪

♪ Down on creation ♪

♪ And the only explanation ♪

♪ I can find ♪

♪ Is the love that I've found ever since ♪

♪ You've been around, your love's put me ♪

♪ At the top of the... ♪

Chopped in half,
like a freaking Ginsu.

I'm feeling around like,

"What the hell,
where's my legs, man?"

Sounds terrifying.

How many times
have you had this dream?

Like, ten.

I mean, not a lot freaks me out,

but this shit's serious.

Like, if I'm with some dude
and he touches my belly,

I get all squirrelly.

Is it weird living
in Murder House?

Excuse me?

What do you mean, the-the
crime that took place here?

Were you aware of that
before you came to see me?

Dude, you're on
the Murder House tour.

I see. I had assumed
you found me

through the Screen Actors Guild
insurance list.

Yeah, yeah, totally.

Then I got here, and
I couldn't believe it.

I almost didn't ring the bell.

But then I thought,
"This must be my lucky day."

So, your career,

how's that going?

Kind of slow.

Did the murder happen in here?

I don't know, Bianca.

I'm more interested
in your nightmare.

Have you ever suffered
from any sexual abuse?

Like molested?

No.

Sounds to me like your
dream is an expression

of some emotional pain
you're repressing.

Part of you feels...

separate, shut down.

You're reaching for it like you
reached for your missing legs,

but... all you find
is a bloody stump.

What do you think might be
shut down in you, Bianca?

I don't know.

I think I'm just afraid
of being cut in half.

Hello, Mrs. Langdon?

It's Ben Harmon,
Tate's therapist.

Mrs. Langdon, I'm calling

because I can't treat
your son anymore.

I'd like to give you the number
of another psychiatrist

who I think could help him.

Because your son has crossed
a line with my daughter.

That's so weird.

I thought you had left.

I got turned around.

How many rooms in this house?

Uh, excuse me,

uh, one second, Mrs. Langdon.

That's why I prefer

my patients
to use the front door.

I'm so tweaked out.

It's gonna get easier, Bianca.

Staring down your fears,
facing them head-on,

is the best thing you can do.

You were brave today.

Cool.

I got it.
Mm.

I'm so sorry.

I mean, l-look,
they're teenagers.

I understand your concern.

I'm just not comfortable
continuing treatment in my home.

How come I don't
look like these girls?

'Cause you don't.

That's just
the way you were born.

Accept it.

You were hatched
with other gifts.

Like what?

Oh, Christ on a stick,

I don't know, finger-painting.

Get me that ipecac syrup

out of the cupboard
there, honey.

In the brown jar.

Thanks, baby.

Does this make the
cupcakes taste good?

You can't actually taste it, no.

It's, uh...

it causes violent
stomach upset,

and sometimes internal bleeding.

Okay.

Spit in it.

♪ People will say ♪

♪ We're in love. ♪

Hello, Benjamin.

What do you want?

Well...

more than anything, I guess,

to be on the stage.

You know what stopped me?

Fear...

of what my family would say.

But... now that they're,
well, you know,

dead, and, uh, I have
terminal brain cancer,

I figure... maybe I should
just go for it, you know?

Chase that dream.

What about you?

What dream are you chasing?

Or should I say,

what dream is chasing you?

Leave me alone.

It's the house, isn't it?
Wrong.

Whatever's tearing you apart,

the house already
knows about it.

It'll use it against you.

Jesus, this is
not about the house!

This is about me!

What I did!

I cheated on my wife!

Hayden-- that's her name--

she's insisting
I come out to Boston.

I'm trying very hard
not to judge you.

Me? You murdered
your entire family.

Yes.

But I was never unfaithful.

Guess who called me today.

You don't have a choice.

You're gonna have to do the honorable thing
to save your family.

You're gonna have to lie.

Ginny Blevens.

The heavyset gal I treated
two summers ago.

She tried to commit suicide.

In the hospital.

Won't talk to anybody.

Her parents are begging me

to go out there.

All the way to Boston?

Just for a day or two.

You know what you
are, Ben Harmon?

An idiot.

You're a good man.

Avon calling.

Oh, Constance,

now's not a good time.
I just wanted to bring these by

as a little peace offering for Addy
disturbing your slumber.

Thank you.
I think I'm gonna have

to start strapping her
in at night again.

Um... well,
I appreciate it.

I'm not usually much of
a cupcake girl myself, but...

They're not for you!

At your age?

You might as well just

Krazy Glue a stick
of butter to your ass.

These are for Violet.

Oh, I see your
little flowers there.

Candied violets.

They're from a wonderful
Mexican market

on Alvarado Street.

I'll give you the name--
just don't go after sundown.

Okay. Thank you.

What?

You're with child.

I have the nose
of a truffle pig.

I could smell that little angel

the second I walked
in the door.

Pheromones.

Wow.

So, uh,

is Violet home?

I'd like to hand these
to her personally.

I'm a sucker for penance.

No, she's-she's not here.

I'll come back.

Constance?

I know this is a crazy question,

but do you smell anything else
about the baby?

Two sugars and a great
deal of half and half.

Are you worried about something

in particular?

I told you, those are for Violet.
She's not gonna eat both.

We can split it.

Mmm...

Mmm...

Can I ask you
a personal question?

If you had known

about Addy before
she was born...

would you have done something?

When I first met you, you said

that if they'd had
the tests back then

that you might have...

Oh, don't think I
didn't think about it,

even after she was born, leaving
that little bug-eye out in the cold.

That's what they do in China.

But a mother...

never turns her back
on her child.

Every one of mine

was pure love.

You have other kids?
I have four.

I should've stopped
after the first.

My womb is cursed.

My husband

was the spitting image

of Van Johnson.

You'd think we'd make little...

cherub children,

fat and lively, but
it wasn't meant to be.

I think...

our beauty...

was an affront to the gods.

All four of them had Downs?

Or some such malady.

Except for one.

He was a model of
physical perfection.

He was my gift.

But I lost him to other things.

Your baby's fine.

Enough sad talk.

I'm off.

What are we gonna do
about Addy, Constance?

Well...

Oh, cupcake.
Not for you.

Moira, darling.

Put these away somewhere

until little Violet
can have them.

The Harmons here
are offending my largess.

And don't forget the
crumbs on the table.

Moira and I go way back.

Isn't that right?

Why, I even employed
her for a time.

I hope her dusting
has improved.

Your sense of humor was,
and continues to be, a delight.

Is there anything more wonderful
than the promise of a new child?

Or more heartbreaking

when that promise is broken?

I'll bring this to the car.

Thank you.

Is everybody crazy?

I wish you could come with me.

Yeah, me, too.

I turned it down.
What do you want?

Can I come in?

Hi.

Our kooky neighbor
made you cupcakes.

Huh. A candied violet.

That's clever.

Want to watch a movie? I figured
since your dad's gone tonight,

we could have
a little girl's night.

Yeah. No, thanks.

Thought it might be fun to hang out.
Can't. Homework.

Are you mad at me
about something?

Why don't you eat it
since you're eating for two now?

What, you think I'm stupid?

You stopped drinking
wine at dinner,

and you're gaining
weight in your face.

I was gonna tell you tonight.

You know the statistics,
when you have a baby over 40.

Yeah, I do.

You want to talk about it?

No, thanks. I'm good.

Having a baby isn't going

to keep you and Dad together,

if that's what you're thinking.

Wow, Violet.

I am really appreciating
your optimism on this.

Really am.

Come on, go ahead
and say all your mean things.

I think you're weak.

Okay.

Thank you, Ben.

All right.

Just till it's over.

I understand.

It's the least I can do.

We are on a desert island.

I'm over us, you know?

I mean, what's it say about me?

Sleeping with a married guy,
my teacher?

Could I be more textbook?

It's not who I want
to be anymore.

I just need
your support right now.

You got it.

When I imagine lying there

on that table tomorrow morning,

it's just so sad.

Our baby.

Wasn't meant to be.

To you, Hayden, for
handling this with

grace and maturity.

Um, listen, to, uh,
be clear, I'm gonna...

I'm gonna sleep on
the couch tonight.

I just need you till it's over.

Then you go back
to Saint Vivien,

and I go back to Personality
Theory and Psychopathology.

Not so bad.

Pizza!

Yay!

Are you kidding me?
I-I just need to check this...

Sorry. Am I in a time warp?

Did I not just two seconds ago

hear you say no calls?

Give me your phone.

Hayden, no.

Come on, come on, take
it easy, take it easy.

It's okay.

All I ever wanted was
for you to love me.

Look, look,
no-no more calls.

No more calls.

You stay.

Who is it?

Excuse me, ma'am.

I don't want to bother you,

but I'm hurt
and needing some help.

What happened to you?

I'm hurt and needing some help.

Open the door.

Well, you said that.

Can you tell me what happened?

How did you get hurt?

Can't you see the
blood on my face?

He's out here.

Let me in.

What kind of woman are you?

He's coming.
He's gonna stab me!

I'm-I'm... I'm gonna get help.

I'm calling 911.

Violet!

- Violet! Answer me!
- How am I supposed

to finish my homework
if you keep interrupting?

What's the matter?
Where's your phone?

In my bag upstairs.

Go, go, go, go, go get it.

Dial 911.

Who's that?
Just go into your room,

lock the door, don't come out
until I tell you... now!

Stop it!

I am not letting you
inside this house!

I have called 911.

The police are on their way!

I have money.

Please just take anything.

We're not here to rob you.

Masks off.

The transcript was very clear.

The nurses saw R. Franklin;
he had nothing to hide.

12 minutes.
Then the fun begins.

I have a surprise for you.

No way.

I got it on eBay.

Authenticated.

It's the one he used
to bash Maria.

Let me see it.

Holy shit.

Can feel the energy
in this. This is bitchin'.

Who goes first?

Which one is Gladys?

Screw you, psycho!
I'm not putting this on.

You have to. Everything
has to be perfect.

Take your clothes off!
No!

Put it on me! Mom!

Oh, you'll both
be wearing uniforms.

R. Franklin hated nurses.

He had a bad experience with the
mercury in a broken thermometer.

That's why he took
Gladys upstairs

and drowned her in the tub.

And you, Maria--

he saved you for last.

R. Franklin was the first.
Before Manson.

He changed the culture.

We're paying tribute to him.

We're not going to be part
of your reenactment.

Put this on. You won't like
it if I have to make you.

Tate, they're trying
to kill me and my mom!

You have to get them to the basement.
What the hell are you talking about?

The basement!
Just do it!

Some serious art, man.

Why are you trying
to cover it up?

Decided I didn't like it.

It's all over, Mama.

Nobody's coming to help you.

You don't have to, you know.
You could just stop it.

Oh, but I don't want to, silly.

Well, I don't think

you're gonna kill me tonight,

'cause I think that someone
is going to stop this, and

they're gonna get help,
and you all are gonna fry.

Brutal.

What's taking you so long?

So, are these vintage?

Nurses' catalogue.

Really?

You're eating?

It was, like, sitting there
saying, "Eat me."

Step on it!
Time's a-wastin', sister.

Tell me what's going on
downstairs.

You got all the cell phones?

Yeah, I... I told you.

The one in the kitchen and...

Ooh, stomachache.

Answer me! What's he
doing to my mother?

Jesus, I'm gonna shit myself.

Not in the staging area!

Just don't start without me.

Are you kidding me?

It's 10:57.

Get in the tub.

Bianca, it's almost time!

You have to put someone
under water for three minutes

until they lose consciousness.

The brain begins to die
from oxygen deprivation.

This is funny to you?

What's funny is how you think

you know everything
about this house,

and clearly, you know nothing.

This isn't even the right tub.

Second floor bathroom.

I used to study
the crime scene photos.

The one he used is
in the basement.

We totally remodeled
this bathroom.

You think I'm gonna fall
for that?

It's a grimy claw-foot tub
with a chrome faucet.

Go look.

Bianca?!

Can I ask you a question?

Is it pillow talk?

I don't know what that means.

No, of course you don't.

Do you think I could model?

I think

there isn't a closed door
in the world

that beauty can't open.

You're beautiful, too, you know.

Oh.

Dance with me.

There's no music.

That's all right.

We'll make our own.

I told you

I was in a business meeting.

There's a bad man next door!

I know.
I don't like him, either,

but he owns the place,
and that's that.

Now get out of here!

Go on! Get out of here!

It's nothing.

What?!
He's over there!

Enough with the lies, Addy.

You're a bad girl.
No!

Yes. You don't behave,
you go in the bad girl closet.

Look at yourself!

Look long and hard.

This isn't right.

You guys?

Fiona?

I think I need to go
to the hospital.

Maybe we can come back
later and finish this.

Hey.

Where'd you guys go?

I hate these latches.

Too small for my fingers.

Let me do it.

I got it.

Dress-up time.
Get up.

Don't try anything.

Could you turn around?

No.
Then I will.

Stupid-looking uniform.

I totally get why
he hated nurses.

I don't give a shit
how you're dressed!

You'd better not be
messing with me.

It's down here,
around the corner.

Where are you?!

Over here,
you stupid bitch.

I've already filled it
with water for you.

Violet!

Help! Somebody help us!

Help! Somebody, help us!

Call the police!
Help!

What the hell...?

Why aren't you dead?

Fiona! The bitch is going
downstairs!

I'm just gonna kill her, man;
this is bullshit!

Fiona?

I'm okay... really.

It's the right thing...
for both of us.

Hayden, I'm so sorry
about all this.

I wish I could fix it.

I just wish you could come in
with me.

Hayden?

You ready?

I'll see you when I get out.

I'll be here.

Jesus H. Christ.

Was this your handiwork?

No.

It was them.

We have to get rid
of the bodies...

if you want him
to keep treating me.

I'll get the shovel,
you get the bleach.

So you were in Boston when this
all took place, Dr. Harmon?

Yes.
What was your business there?

Uh, I was seeing a patient...

Ginny Blevens.

A, uh... real patient?

Unlike... her,
I mean?

This is the female
you say you saw

on Wednesday morning?

Yes.

Yes, that's her.

She must have been
casing the house.

I'd... I'd never
seen her before.

And you won't see her again.

We found her six blocks from
here practically cut in half.

Looks like maybe she couldn't go
through with it. Ran off.

Her friends went after her,

tried to do
a Black Dahlia on her.

Seems your attackers
were obsessed

with famous L.A. murders.

Had a little club going.

Planned to re-create
more than a few.

We're still looking.
Don't worry.

Even in a town this big,
people don't just disappear.

I'm gonna check the
kitchen for more prints.

Your mom said that you told her
that Tate helped you escape?

Yeah. Thanks for not
dragging him into all that.

What was he doing in the house?

How should I know?

Violet...
You think I let him in?

I don't know why Tate was here,
but I'm glad he was.

You weren't.

You were really brave, Mom.

I'm sorry I wasn't here.

Me, too.

But you're here now.

That's right.

I'm home.

No, you're not.

We're selling this house.

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