All language subtitles for American Horror Story (2011) - S03E12 - Go to Hell [Bluray-1080p][AAC 5.1][x265].en

Your highest honor
comes at the greatest price.

Death is not uncommon.

And danger...

“inescapable.

Attempting the Seven Wonders
can get you killed.

But perform them,
and you are the next Supreme.

I don't even need to read your mind
to know what you're doing.

You want us to perform
the Seven Wonders...

so that you can find the next Supreme
and then kill her.

Poor, sweet, dumb, paranoid girl.

The awful truth is, I am tired.
Mm-hmm.

Where's Marie Laveau?

That's not our business.

It's mine. The only other black witch
in this place goes missing...

I wanna know what happened.

She's probably off
in some unholy nether realm.

Cavorting with that
half-baked Beetlejuice. Ha.

Papa Legaboo-boo,
whatever the hell his name is.

Legba.

He's a deity. Show some respect.

Respect is something
that is definitely lacking around here.

I will grant you that.

You will show me respect...

your Supreme
until the moment I am replaced.

So rest up, little girl.

Take your vitamin B12s, heh.

Your trials begin Saturday morning.

You will perform the Seven Wonders...

or you will die trying.

Madison?

I need your help.

Jesus, Cordelia.

You look like shit.
I can't believe you did that to yourself.

I've been in Misty's room
trying to see something.

I've held her boots,
hair from her brush.

Nothing.

I hate to be the Debbie Downer,
but maybe she's gone.

Or maybe my gift of the sight
hasn't come back.

Whoa, that was cool. I did transmutation.

I didn't have to think about it.
It just happened.

I wouldn't read too much into it, Madison.

You can manifest multiple powers
without being the Supreme.

Our powers always spike
in times of crisis.

This is one of those times.

Madison, I need to touch you.

Tell the truth, Cordie,
are you into girls now?

The last time I touched you, I saw things.
What are you afraid I might see?

Nothing stays a secret for very long
in this house, Madison.

It will come to light
whether you want it to or not.

I don't have any secrets.

Then walk over here.

Knock yourself out.

Boom, boom.

Aw.

That damn buttermilk biscuit.

Thinks she can take me down.

Hell, no.

Pm the queen.

I will rise again. Mark my words.

My people gonna come for you.

Rip you apart.
Marie?

What you doing, girl?
Give me the box of chicken.

Today, please.

Listen, watch the counter for me.
I'm going on break, okay?

What am I doing here?

Been asking myself
the same thing for 20 years.

Just watch the counter.

What the hell?

You're Papa Legba.

You live in a chicken shack?

No, darling.

It's not the hell.

It's your hell.

This was the worst time of your life.

Waiting on people who treated you like
the piece of trash you thought you were.

No power, no respect.

And no future that you could see.

Just grease in your hair
and the smell of lard in your nose.

Look, I came to talk to you
about Marie Laveau.

I was told you hang out together.

She ain't here.
There's this thing about being immortal.

- Your hell's on Earth.
- Hey, dude.

Just order and get out of the line.
I've been waiting forever for my chicken.

And you can wait some more.

Don't make me put you in the fryer.

Now, go to the back of the line.

See?

Everybody gotta pay in the end.

He gets to smell the delicious chicken
and never get a bite.

Took some skills to come down here
before your time.

Most people be afraid
they couldn't get back.

Wait. I'm not done with you.

It's almost sunup.

Unless you want to stay here forever,
you better hurry and get back.

What are you talking about?
Been here five minutes.

Time moves differently in hell.

I want the jumbo box
with butter corn. No wings, no thighs.

Give me only breasts and legs. You
listening to me? I'm talking to you, bitch.

You made it back.

I'm impressed.

Now that I've proven my power,
you're gonna give me some answers.

Remember you told me
you were gonna cut me up in pieces...

and plant me all over the place?
I thought that was a honey of an idea.

There's gotta be a way to kill her.

So long as the voodoo queen live,
so do Madame LaLaurie.

More marshmallows.

Then you need to take
Marie Laveau out of the equation for me.

Can't do that.
Me and Marie Laveau, we got a deal.

I thought your deal was that, every year,
she needs to perform a service for you.

So it is.

She's not gonna be doing anything
while she's chopped in pieces...

and those pieces are scattered
all over the city.

Technically, you can say
she's in breach, right?

You are one crafty witch.

The elegant and universally
admired Madame Delphine LaLaurie...

was not only a brilliant hostess
for high-society soirées...

but she was also renowned
for her remarkable equestrian abilities...

and her tireless charitable works.

Says here she was a serial killer.

That's a misprint.

When do we see the attic torture chamber?

That part of the house
is closed off for renovations.

Great.
And there is no torture chamber.

The attic was used for storage.

And occasionally for the firm
but humane correction...

of Madame LaLaurie's domestics.

These wild tales of barbarity you've heard
are nothing more than lies...

invented by her many enemies.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie
was a woman ahead of her time.

A visionary.

Misunderstood.

And hated for it.

This way, please.

- Well, that sucked.
- Total rip-off.

Thank you for coming.

Hm.

Psst.

Queenie.

How did you find me?

Wasn't hard.

You're a cliche, Delphine.

A dog returns to its vomit.

I see you finally got that makeover.

Guess you figured
you could make over history loo.

On the contrary.
I'm here to set the record straight.

Heh.

This historical site was nothing
but a house of lies before I came back.

This very house,
the center of New Orleans' high society...

was also a place of abject horror.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie
earned her place in history...

“alongside such monsters as Jack
the Ripper, Ed Gain and Jeffrey Dahmer.

She even looks like a monster.

The inhuman LaLaurie...

is said to have murdered
as many as 150 slaves right here.

Many times while there were
extravagant parties going on just below...

the sounds of music and revelry
drowning out the cries of torment.

Horseshit.

You don't believe it?

Nobody's gonna waste their time
with some uppity Negro...

and miss a fabulous party.

It beggars all belief.

Thank you for coming.

Excuse me?

Yes?

I seem to have mislaid my pocketbook.

I think I set it down upstairs.

I don't see anything. Are you certain?

By the way, it wasn't any 150 slaves
that died up here.

I can tell you that.

I'm sorry?

It was 62.

I kept a ledger.

I don't understand.

The information you've been
feeding these people? Tsk, tsk, tsk.

It's inaccurate.

I want my money back.

Do not touch the display items.

Ma'am, I am gonna have
to ask you to leave now.

My own house?

You have to let this woman go.

What you gonna do?

Offer you a second chance.

You don't mean it.

You will never be able to pay
for your crimes.

But I'm willing to walk you
into the Urban League.

You can offer your services
as a volunteer.

You can help descendants
of people you brutalized.

Are you out of your simple mind?

It's your only chance for redemption.

Redemption?

I know how redemption works
in this century.

I seen it all on the magic box.

Chef Paula Deen was
asked: "Have you ever used the N word?“

"Yes, of course, " she stated,
"but it's been a long time."

Agree to be publicly humiliated,
all is forgiven.

Last Friday, I tweeted a photo of myself
I intended as a joke...

- ... to a woman in Seattle.
- People have gotten soft...

... weak, lily-livered.
I apologize.

All anybody has to do nowadays
is shed some tears, say some words.

It's called repentance.

Oh, repentance my ass.

You think a man jack among them
was well and truly sorry?

Not a one.

Sorry they got caught is all.

Nothing but a pack of sniveling hypocrites,
as far as I can see.

Not me.

I won't profess to be sorry, because I'm not.

I don't believe that.

I was getting to you before. I know it.

You made me weep.

But not as you would have it
for my supposed sins.

I wept for the state of this world.

A world of lies.

A world that makes
promises it cannot keep.

To tell a colored man
that he can be equal to a white man?

There's the real cruelty.

I'm not going anywhere.
Actually you are.

Straight to hell.

It's impossible. I'm immortal.
Wrong.

I don't wanna die.

Tough shit. Who does?

I want my portrait hung just there.

Yes. I knew you'd occupy
a prominent place on the wall.

And I didn't want some garish
paint-by-numbers by a local.

That's why I flew Claude in from London.

He's done everyone.

Margaret Thatcher.

Sting.

What are you doing back there?

You have to balance the frame.

The negative space
makes you look more drawn.

Claude trusts my taste.
Well, I don't.

I'm sorry.
Do you need a break?

No. No, I'll be fine.

Just a minute.

Oh, God.

This is the face they'll be stuck with.

I probably have two weeks left on Earth.

So what the hell am I doing here?

Goddamn it, Mother.

Whats this I hear about Queenie performing
the Seven Wonders on Saturday?

Cordelia, please.

Maybe we could be kind
to one another for a change, huh?

Oh, heh.

My God, look at you.

My beautiful little girl.

Oh, heh.

Did you really think self-mutilation
would restore your power?

Right up until I tried it.

You cannot lose your power.
You never will.

It's inside of you.

And it is not something I gave to you.

As much as I'd like to,
I cannot take credit for that.

It's all you.

You are just full of surprises, Fiona Goode,
you know that?

Heh.

Well, I have one more.

It's from the vault.

What is it?

It was my mother's.

Her most precious heirloom, heh.

Grandmother's necklace?

Do you remember?

Of course I do.

When I was a little girl...

I used to gaze up at her
wearing this necklace...

thinking to myself, "I will never grow
to be so transcendent, heh."

Oh, I know the feeling well.

Here, take it.

You're saying goodbye?

Yes, lam.

And I mean it this time.

We both knew it was coming. Here.

Lift your hair.

I wanna put it on you.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I'm fine. I just...

Wasn't there a ring
that Grandmother used to wear with this?

I feel so selfish asking.

Well, if not now, when, huh?

Right.

Just because you witches
can open the locks with your hocus-pocus...

it doesn't make it polite.

A man shouldn't be disturbed
when he's playing with his instrument.

You don't have
your mother's features.

Oh, you know who I am?

Oh, yes, of course.

We spent quite an evening together.

It's not safe to love my mother,
you know.

I speak from experience.

She can't love anyone but herself.

I'm sure the transcendence
of my relationship with your mother...

is hard for you to understand.

But I'm happy that
she told you about us.

She didn't tell me anything.

I saw everything.

Everything.

She's gonna kill all of us,
and leave you behind too.

Unzip me.

Sitting on a porch drinking gin rickeys.

She's not going to run away with you.

Whatever fantasy you have about who she is
and what you are to her, it's all bullshit.

She used you.

All she does is use people.

It's nothing.

It was just a piece of paper,
just as light as air.

That flight leaves in two days.

You think she might have
let you know you were leaving.

I don't suspect
you have a passport ready.

She is going to regain her power,
and when she does...

she's not going to waste her time on
some halfway decent musician in a $12 suit.

You feel that?

That empty, heartbroken feeling?

That's what it feels like
to get close to Fiona.

Come on, Misty, give me a hint.

And I saw my reflection

In the snow-covered hills

Till the landslide brought me down

I see you.

I see you. Where are you?

Take my love, take it down
I climbed a mountain

And I turned around

How are we
gonna get her out of there?

With a jackhammer,
if we have to.

I'm gonna go find a maintenance man.
No, no.

Just us.

You mean just me,
and I don't have a jackhammer.

Stop being so literal
and remember who you are.

When the rest of the world
sees a wall, we see a window.

That's it.

Keep going.

Is she alive?

It's hard to tell.

Misty.

She's not breathing.
Oh, God.

Uhn. Okay. Okay.

That's deadly nightshade you're
about to ingest through your nostrils.

I wouldn't sniff around
unless you're looking for a bout of delirium.

Sounds like every Saturday night
since I was 15. Where is everybody?

Our beloved Cordelia
has regained second sight.

She's off with Queenie
to try and rescue Misty Day.

Apparently,
the poor girl has been entombed.

Who would have been cruel enough
to commit such an atrocity?

I have no idea.

I just hope they get to her in time.

I heard people die
after three days without water.

Please tell me this is a hallucination
driven by my bouquet of Atropa belladonna.

Zoe, you can't possibly be back
at the Robichaux Academy.

I won't allow it.

You were supposed to spend your days
in romantic splendor with your true love.

You're just like Halston
when he sold his brand to JC Penney.

You've forsaken your destiny.

No, Myrtle, I've embraced it.

We made it to Florida.

What better than the Sunshine State
to cast darkness out of our lives?

You dripped.

You bit it off.

Hey, you're in my spot.

Get out of here. I wanna sleep.
We're leaving.

You, don't talk to me.

Don't talk to me.

Kyle, no!

What a surprise.
Your pit bull mauled somebody.

Is that why you came back,
because you can't handle him?

No.

I came back because
there's no escaping what I am.

I came back
because I'm clearly the next Supreme.

You bitch.

You thought I was some rat
you could leave to die?

Yes, heh.

Girls, stop these vulgar fisticuffs at once.
It's beneath us.

Cordelia?
I'm good.

I don't wanna waste magic on you.
I can do you with my hands.

You hit like a girl!

This is awesome.

No, it's not. Stop!

Come on. Get up, Hollywood.

Ow!

Enough!
You!

You must pay for what you've done!

Wow, did you walk into the wrong house.
Yaah!

Who the hell is this guy?

I know that voice.

It's the Axeman.

I thought you banished his soul
to appropriate nether realms?

No, he's on the mortal coil.

I'll kill all of you!
Is that blood?

Not his.
Then whose?

How could you do this to me?

This blood is my mother's.

Heh, it's quiet.

I don't remember the last time I was here
when there wasn't music playing.

You pack your wading boots?

What?

Because I wanna take you fishing.

Heh, fishing.
Yeah.

Yeah, fishing.

For catfish.

Catfish.
Mm-hm.

Yeah.

When you fry them, the batter,
it has to be crunchy, never greasy.

I don't like catfish.

I loathe all bottom-feeders.

Well, then I'll go boar hunting.

While you're sitting on a porch
drinking gin rickeys, huh?

Gin rickeys, heh.

Unzip me.

Your daughter, she paid me a visit.

Please tell me she's in the bathtub.

She's pretty,
but she doesn't have your cheekbones.

She came, I guess, to rile me up.

I imagine she wanted me
to do her dirty work for her.

What is the world coming to, huh...

when the Supreme's daughter, heh,
has to outsource her own killings?

We had a deal.

It wasn't on paper.

It wasn't stamped by a notary,
but we had a deal.

And what,
Cordelia has convinced you otherwise?

Why do they insist
on always putting me in Seat 1A?

Well, I guess the cat is out of the bag, huh?

I mean, I was gonna tell you.

You have been
the most delightful distraction.

A life preserver.

But I'm gonna be on dry land soon.

Can't you at least pretend?

Just humor me for a while?

I guess I loved you.

Although, I really don't
know anything about love...

if I'm gonna be honest.

But you were the sweetest of lovers.

The best I ever had.

And I'll miss that.

Let's be realistic.

When the new Supreme is dead...

I'll have 30 years of vitality
until another one comes along.

And the doors of every palace
are gonna open for me.

I mean, hell,
I know you've got all this to offer...

but come on, you and I both knew
that this would never—

Son of a bitch.

Let go of me.

I love you.
Oh, Jesus.

I know you love me.
I don't!

Christ, I was sick.

I just needed to feel something.

That was all.

Shit.

I made you die those little deaths...

for the first time in your sorry life.

I made you sing...

when you had no tunes left in you.

Get off of me. Get off of me.

Get off of me, you son of a bitch.

No!

Christ.

No tears, old boy.

What you're doing
is a crime against humanity.

A betrayal...

of the true heart of love.

Well, I've never been one for love,
true or otherwise.

I live in a floating world, you know?

Always two steps ahead of heartbreak.

When I was 8 years old...

my mother brought me a little calico cat.

Holy shit.

So she's really gone.
Does anyone feel any different?

Where's the body?
In the swamps.

He fed her to the alligators.

- Jesus.
- Well, that's it, then.

Even I can't bring somebody back
once they're gator shit.

Ok?

So who wants to do this?

Somebody's gotta kill this creep.

Oh, bloody-blood-blood all day
in this place. Is that really necessary?

Yeah. He's a psycho
mass murderer.

Is there anyone here
of whom that could not be said?

This poor troubled soul has saved
this coven by doing away with Fiona.

And as Cervantes once said,
"Where there's music, there can be no evil."

Cervantes never met this asshole.

I'm coven guard dog. I'll kill him.
No. I'll do it.

We really don't need a man to protect us.

Nobody messes with our coven!

Please, no. No!

Let me go!

No!

Wait, please.

Oh, God. No.

God, why this?

Mother?

Borquita, my sweet child.

I know I mistreated you in the past.

Oh, but there's no greater pain...

than being this close
and not being able to reach you...

and to comfort you.

Oh, I'm consumed with regret.

Why are they doing this to us?

Because we can.

Behold the kingdom of the family LaLaurie.

Please, I'm so thirsty.

Please, so thirsty.

Give her something to drink, you animal!

Mm.

Are you hungry too?

I'll slice off one of your mama's fingers
and feed it to you.

You monster.

Yes, I have sinned.

I gave no quarter.

But torturing a mama's babies
in front of her?

Even when I killed
that little high yellow bastard...

I spared his mammy from seeing it.

Please, no.

Have mercy on my soul.

This ain't for you.

But I will let you choose
whether I slide it down her throat...

or up her backside.

- No, please. Mother! No. No!
- Oh, no.

- No! No!
- Oh, God, no.

Please, not my daughter, please. No.

How did I get here?

No, no, no. I don't wanna do that.

That girl ain't never done nothing to me.

I don't wanna do this.

You will do as you are tasked.

It is your soul's purpose,
because I own it.

Who is this man?

What is this place?

Congratulations,
Madame Delphine LaLaurie.

You have been granted your sweet release
from the world of the mortal.

And as punishment for your crimes
of murder, torture, passion, fashion...

and being an all-around,
no-good miserable bitch...

you will spend all of eternity here
in my home.

It is my home.

No, it's mine.

Welcome to hell.

No, that can't be true. I can't die.

We have a contract.

One you can no longer fulfill.

But I was good to people.
I protected so many.

How many little babies
did you bring to me every year?

No one gets away with sin. Heh.

Eventually, everybody pays.

Everybody suffers.

Now get back to work.

No, please. Mother! No!

No!

How does she look?

Magnificent.

I wish you could see it.

I can. I can see it through you.

She was so beautiful.

She was a great Supreme.

A lot to live up to.

Ah, one of the best.

She was a force to be reckoned with,
but she was a horrible Supreme.

She shirked all of her responsibility,
including the most important:

identifying her successor.

So it will be up to us
to find our new leader.

And the only way is through
the test of Seven Wonders.

And since it could be any one of you,
you will all be tested.

The Seven Wonders.

Sunday at dawn, it begins.

Everyone participates.

And by next week,
we will have a new Supreme.