All language subtitles for American.Horror.Story.S08E03.WEBRip.x264-eSc (HI)

There's really no need
to thank me.

TIMOTHY: Ms. Mead said
you're the only reason

Emily and I haven't
been executed.

You saved our lives.

I've been charged
with finding the seeds

from which the future
of mankind will blossom.

It'd be grossly irresponsible

to allow a minor infraction
to keep out a viable candidate.

The stakes are too high.

- But I killed my nana.
- Hmm.

Nonsense.

She died peacefully...
in her sleep.

Trust me.

You have nothing to worry about.

You see, I have a talent.

Call it a kind of night vision
of the soul.

I can see into the dark places

that people desperately try
to keep hidden.

I don't have any dark places.

Really?

So even though you've worked
for Coco for many years, and...

even though she saved your life
after the bombs fell,

why do I believe
that you'd love nothing more

than to pick up anything
sharp enough to cut clay

and slice her throat
down to the bone?

I'd say that qualifies, Mallory.

Wouldn't you?

She can be a handful sometimes,

and... yeah,

she sometimes makes me do things
I'd rather not.

You're fucking kidding me,
right?

I just painted my nails.

Come on, wipe me!

(Mallory sighs)

That doesn't mean
I want to kill her.

She's spoiled,
and she's entitled, but...

she's also helpless.

She needs me.

You wouldn't believe how many
times I tried to fire her.

I mean, Mallory could fuck up
a one-car funeral,

but it was always just easier
to keep her around.

- The devil you know.
- (chuckles)

- It's interesting.
- What?

After my speech about seeing
into the dark places,

I've come to realize something
about you.

- Something dark?
- No.

True darkness requires
a certain depth of character,

but you're much too shallow

for any kind
of meaningful negativity.

I'm not quite sure
how to take that.

I'm just saying
it's wonderful to see you again.

I was surprised to find you here
when I arrived.

- Pleasantly?
- That depends.

Should I be concerned about you
causing me any trouble?

You know I'm not powerful enough

to stop whatever it is
you're up to.

No... but I don't like
unpredictability,

unless I'm responsible for it.

Neither do I,

which means I don't like
not knowing what's to come,

at least
when my life is concerned.

I want to get to that Sanctuary.

You will.

You're exactly the kind of soul
I'm looking for

to build my new world.

And what kind of soul is that?

ANDRE:
Evil.

Sounds corny, I know,

but there's no better word
to describe my mother.

It is all about her.

Nothing in this world even
exists unless it relates to her.

I'm sure she thinks
this entire war was just, like,

some conspiracy
to cancel her show.

She doesn't deserve to be here.

You've made the assumption

that I'm looking for people
who are pure of heart,

unblemished, pure lily white.

The old world lived
under a set of rules.

Thou shalt not kill.

Thou shall love thy neighbor,
etcetera, etcetera.

Rules that were clearly honored
in the breach.

I want a world
without the hypocrisy,

with the kinds of people

who wouldn't just eat from
the fruit of the forbidden tree,

but who'd cut
the fucking tree down

and burn it for firewood.

I think you're made
for that world, Mallory.

I sense it in you.

I want to leave.

You're afraid.

Aren't you?

Of accepting who you are?

I don't know who I am.

What do you mean?

Sometimes...

I feel like there's someone
buried inside me.

Someone trying
to claw their way out.

Who?

I don't know.
I just want to go.

- Let me go.
- Don't be afraid, Mallory.

I'm offering you
a chance to live.

I said let me go!

(clattering)

(gasps)

(screaming)

(Mallory panting)

Who are you?

I don't know.

Who are you?

(exhales)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

May you rise
from the void, Father.

May your darkness guide me.

Power in Satan
to overcome my weaknesses.

(groans)
Power in your name

to be strong within.

(groans)

(inhales sharply)

(quiet, eerie whispering)

(whispering continues)

I thought
I destroyed them all...

(eerie whispering continues)

but one survives.

I found her.

She's here.

I beg for your wisdom.

Please, Father!

Open my eyes!

- (whispering stops)
- (gasps)

(blood gurgling)

(hissing)

(hissing continues)

(demonic voice):
Ave Satanas.

(indistinct chatter)

MEAD:
I'm not a sentimental woman.

Some people have described me
as cold, harsh,

without empathy.

None of which mattered,
because I know who I am.

I have a past
and treasured memories.

I remember the first time
I was allowed

to go trick-or-treating
by myself.

I was nine years old

and I made my own costume.

Oh, well, aren't you precious?

Are you... Robby the Robot?

I'm Rosie... from The Jetsons?

CHILD (distant):
Trick or treat!

Mm.

MEAD:
I loved candy.

I hated fruit.

- I remember my first date.
- (all gasping)

Rosemary's Baby,
the Lyceum Theater.

Bobby Lombardo.

It was my first horror film.
I was petrified.

But I discovered
I liked being scared.

Made me feel alive.

Bobby, on the other hand,
made me feel dirty.

I remember my first kill.

(yells)

(both grunting)

I was an agent of the Mossad.

Orin Goetsch was a terrorist.

And I found him living
in a suburb in Maryland.

♪ Defeated, when reflections
in your eyes show me a fool... ♪

Our struggle was brutal
and bloody, of course, but...

almost romantic, too.

- (record skips)
- Like a waltz.

♪ These rose colored glasses ♪

Till I choked him to death.

- ♪ That I'm looking through ♪
- (grunting)

(doorbell rings)

- ♪ Show only ♪
- CHILDREN: Trick or treat!

♪ The beauty ♪

♪ 'Cause they hide ♪

- Your makeup looks awesome.
- ♪ All the truth... ♪

I can think the word
"Halloween,"

and all the memories
come flooding back.

I remember all those moments
in the most minute detail.

I remember a little boy,
beautiful blonde hair.

I took care of him.

I can feel the love
I have for him.

But when I turn
to look at his face

in my memories,

he's just a blur.

I loved him,

but I must have lost him
in some way,

because...

every time I think of him,
I cry.

Do I even have feelings?

Are they just
programmed responses?

All this time,

I thought my experiences
made me what I am,

but my memories are false.

I was never a child.

I never had a family.

I never felt love.

Neither have I.

But you have family.

Here. With me.

I'm nothing more than a machine.

Following a set of codes.

What do I do now?

- What's my purpose?
- Same as it's always been.

To protect The Outpost.

What do you remember

about the people
in The Cooperative?

Did you ever see Michael Langdon
before he got here?

Mm.

He's not in my memories.

We can't trust him

to take the right people
to The Sanctuary.

I've already been told

I won't be joining
the fortunate few.

That's outrageous.

You're the backbone
of this Outpost.

And I'll be left here
until we're overrun

and my bones are broken

and picked clean
by the monsters.

If you die here,
justice dies here.

We have to take action
to stop it.

You have a suggested course?

Kill them all.

Even Langdon.

Those relentlessly boring
young people

said that Langdon
has a working computer.

We kill everyone,

we take possession
of the computer,

we find out
where The Sanctuary is.

And make that journey
all that way on our own?

Why not?

You're mean
and self-involved enough

to survive anything.

And I'm a goddamn robot.

I will never forget
your loyalty to me.

I'm programmed
to be loyal to you.

I can feel no doubt in me
about that.

Good.

(footfalls approaching)

(woman breathing shakily)

(woman whimpering)

Think I went to high school
with that bitch.

Stuck-up cheerleader.

Come on,
that's got to be ready by now.

I was a finalist on Top Chef,
okay? Shit's like pork.

If you don't cook it
long enough, you'll get sick.

You're worried
about getting sick?

Fucking look at us.

Looks overdone to me.

Easy.

Who the fuck are you?

Look, I'm just trying to find
my girlfriend.

We got separated back in I.A.
when everything went to hell.

I've been on her trail
for about a year now.

I heard a lot of rumors
about this place,

some kind of special shelter
for rich people.

Supposed to be in this area.

You guys know anything
about that?

If there was a shelter,

we would have raided it
ourselves.

You must've got
some bad information.

Take a load off.
Try the chow.

Don't think I like
what's on the menu.

Ah, it's not as bad as it looks.

Grows on you.

Got a lot growing
on me already, thanks.

- Where's the shelter?!
- I don't know.

Please!

I-I wasn't always like this.

I used to be
a special-ed teacher.

(horses neighing, galloping)

(alarm blaring)

Perimeter alarm.
Something's breached the gates.

Could this be an attack?
Like those other Outposts?

(galloping continues)

MEAD:
Get out of the carriage!

Show yourself.

Now!

The hell is going on?

It's clean.

(Mead gasps)

Apples.

Why would The Cooperative

send a carriage with apples?

- Not a blemish.
- If they're prewar,

how would they
have been preserved?

It's really not that hard
to imagine.

Modern apples
have a shelf life of months

because of all the chemicals
they inject into them

at special atmospheric
packing facilities.

I ran a nutrition blog
before the war.

It was really catching on,
I think.

Maybe they were grown
in The Sanctuary.

Langdon must have had them
delivered to show everyone

what will be waiting
for the chosen.

Not sure that's a...

Exquisite.

I'd swear it was tree-ripened.

Looks like a Red Delicious.

Probably grown
on the East Coast.

They're not from the East Coast.

They're a gift from the gods.

They're divine providence.

The answer to our prayer.

Perhaps you should take care
of the horses

before they die on the lawn.

(door opens, closes)

There's not a bad apple
in the bunch.

What if they were all bad?

What do you mean?

Poisoned.

Might take a little work
to extract it,

but we've got plenty.

And we won't have to convince
any of them to devour these.

But we need to make sure

they all eat them
at the same time.

A party, perhaps.

(gurgling)

(elevator beeps)

MALLORY:
I don't know who I am.

LANGDON:
I can see into the dark places

that people desperately try
to keep hidden.

MALLORY:
I don't have any dark places.

LANGDON:
Really?

You're afraid.

Of accepting who you are.

MALLORY:
Sometimes I feel

like there's someone buried
inside me.

Someone trying
to claw their way out.

LANGDON:
Who?

(echoing screaming)

WOMAN:
Mallory.

Come on, Venable called
an emergency meeting.

These past several months have
been difficult for all of us.

And perhaps, in my efforts
to keep us safe,

punitive measures
have been taken too far.

I believe now what we need
is a moment of celebration,

camaraderie.

Which is why this weekend,
as a gesture of goodwill,

we will have
a Halloween soiree...

- Ah.
- Ah.

In the style of
a Victorian masquerade ball.

It's Halloween this weekend?

(clears throat)
If only my nana were here

to enjoy it with me.

VENABLE: We've all
lost track of time a bit.

And this festive occasion

is the perfect opportunity
to remedy this.

And I encourage you all
to use your imaginations,

to create what I am sure
will be exquisite costumes.

Attendance is mandatory.

Mallory...

why are you molesting my Loubs?

I was just thinking maybe I
could use the spikes for a mask.

You've always hated this pair,
you haven't touched them

- for years.
- Well, have you ever heard

of something having
sentimental value?

Besides, I don't think the, uh,

fancy dressing up stuff
is really for you Grays.

- (Mr. Gallant laughs)
- Oh, my God,

do you remember that Halloween
where you dressed up

as young Michael Jackson
from The Jackson 5,

and then I dressed
as Michael Jackson on trial

for touching little boys?

- Yes! It was the best.
- (Mr. Gallant squealing)

I fucking love Halloween.
It's the one day of the year

when the rest of the world
puts in some effort

to be fabulous,
like I am every other day.

I don't know why Venable has
such a hard-on for Halloween.

It's not like we've celebrated
any other holidays

since we checked into
this hellhole.

The closest thing we had
to a Christmas feast was Stu.

- Yeah.
- Wait.

What if Halloween is an excuse?
(gasps)

Oh, my God.

They're using the party

to announce who's going
to The Sanctuary.

Okay, we have to rethink
this whole look.

- I just, I think it's too much.
- What?

I don't want to rub it in for
the ones that don't get picked.

No offense, Mallory.

I didn't think
I was going anyways.

I think that the people who
are gonna go already know.

Wait. What do you mean?
Did Langdon tell you you're in?

(sighs)
Well, let's just say

our one-on-one was very
illuminating.

Wait.

Did something weird happen
to you, too?

What are you babbling about?
What did he say to you?

It wasn't anything he said.

It was... uh... a feeling.

(screaming)

I think I set the room on fire.

What? Like you knocked over
a candle or something?

No. Like flames shot out of the
fireplace and went everywhere.

I know this is impossible,

but I think I made the fire
with my mind.

(scoffs)

Yeah, we're definitely not
talking about the same thing.

Maybe it was the blast,
the radiation,

it did something and now
I'm like the Dark Phoenix.

What are you saying? Are you
saying you have superpowers now?

I don't know.

Never mind.

Oh, well, hey, Mallory,

uh, there's a fire right there,
bitch, do it again.

Come on. Prove it.

Make flames shoot out
everywhere.

(clicks tongue)
Oh. This is pretty lame,

even for you, Mallory.

Some people just have nothing
special about them,

and you have to be okay
with that.

Maybe you can see
if you have a superpower

that allows you to shut your
piehole and get back to work.

My costume isn't going
to make itself.

And why are you even touching
my stuff?

Evie's room is full of crap
that you can use,

not that she'll be needing
any of it anymore.

Maybe I can see if
I've got a superpower

to make you disappear.

- She's out of her mind.
- (door closes)

(ter)

- Ow.
- No treats until the time comes.

Nobody's even seen a piece
of fresh fruit

in over 18 months.
Where did this come from?

Perhaps I should drag in
one of the horses

who rode through hell to gift us
these sweet little wonders

so you can look it in the mouth.

MR. GALLANT:
I know. It's symbolic.

It's the Garden of Eden,
apples from paradise.

It's obviously from
The Sanctuary.

We should say grace to thank the
universe for sending them to us.

- You are so fucking annoying.
- MEAD: Enough.

Ms. Venable said everyone
will get a chance

to bob for apples later.

(Mallory clears throat)

Ladies and gentlemen,

may I present
Ms. Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt.

(Mr. Gallant clears throat)

Can we clap, please? Thank you.

(applause)

- You did that?
- Without a blow-dryer.

Sometimes I even
astonish myself.

(applause continues)

- Boo.
- (gasps)

Tonight is All Hallows' Eve,

which marks the beginning
of the dark half of the year,

when the boundary between
this world and the Other thins,

and lost souls pierce
the firmament,

desperate to find
their way home.

It is a night
to remember the dead,

and there have been
far too many to mourn.

But also to celebrate that we
have yet to join them.

We delight in the small things

that were once
taken for granted.

To eat. To drink.

Music and dance.

Everyone, and I mean everyone,

should savor this night
as if it were their last.

♪ But I just can't
live without ♪

♪ Your lovin' and affection ♪

♪ Giving me direction ♪

♪ Like a guiding light ♪

♪ To help me through
my darkest hour ♪

♪ Lately I'm a-prayin' ♪

♪ That you'll always be
a-stayin' ♪

♪ Beside me ♪

♪ Used to be my life ♪

♪ Was just emotions
passing by... ♪

♪ ...Really knowing why ♪

♪ ♪

Oh. And who are you?

Well, you're not Andre.

And I would know
my hairdresser anywhere.

Oh. Well, this must be
Mr. Langdon.

(clicks tongue)
I would be honored.

Mmm.

I know the whole interview thing
is bullshit.

You have to keep up appearances,

but you already know who gets
to go to The Sanctuary.

I got into Harvard,
so I know how things work.

You'll make the announcement
later tonight.

I'll get in, of course.

But I want us to be in sync
on who's kept out.

I've spent 18 months
with these people,

so I think my opinion holds
a little weight.

I mean, that's what I'm good at,
opinions.

I'm an influencer.

People do what I do because
I have great taste.

But you already know that
about me, don't you?

But what is it you don't know?

You see an intelligent,
confident young woman

who always gets what she wants.

But what you don't know

is I'm a woman who also
likes to please.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I can offer you something
I never even gave my boyfriend.

I'm talking about anilingus.

Defile me any way you like.

Oh, but a warning,
I have a very short tongue

and a sensitive gag reflex.

I know.

I know all about you, Coco.

Oh, my God, Brock.

How the fuck
did you get in here?

What happened to your face?

Radioactive fallout.

Cancer.

Cannibal attacks.

- Infections that never heal.
- Oh, honey.

There wasn't a minute in a day
I didn't think about you.

When that jet took off,
I had to put you away

in that place in my brain

that had everything I loved
but could never have again.

Like... sushi.

Oh, my God.

I'm so happy. (Laughs)

You're back. You're alive.

You're so angry.

(gasps)

Happy Halloween, bitch.

(cheering and applause)

Congratulations.

VENABLE:
Let's all wait...

until each person has had
an opportunity

to participate
in tonight's activities.

Then we will feast together
like civilized beings.

I can't find The Fist
or Coco anywhere.

And Mr. Langdon has declined
our invitation.

We got to put the brakes on.

Stop it now. No witnesses.

It's too late for that.

Once they've had their fun,

we'll bring the festivities
and your gun to him.

(Emily whoops)

(applause)

- Oh, I suck at this game.
- (laughs)

It's okay. We can share.

- (groans)
- (laughs): Yeah!

MEAD: The venom
will enter the bloodstream

through their digestive tract...

(gasps, laughs)

causing an immediate breakdown

of their nervous systems

and the lining
of their stomachs.

Oh!

- (laughs)
- (cheering)

It won't be pretty.

We give thanks
to The Cooperative

for this blessed fruit

and the bounties
they have bestowed upon us.

Shelter from the nuclear storm

and the savagery
that threatens our borders.

Our humanity.

It is time
to enjoy our good fortune.

You have your treat.

- (retches)
- (coughs)

(gulps)

(man coughing)

(retches)

(groans)

(all gasping, retching)

♪ ♪

And here's the trick.

Now, that went off rather well,

don't you think?

Little messier
than I would have hoped.

Least we don't have to worry
about cleaning up.

We shouldn't keep
Mr. Langdon waiting.

Ladies,
I'm a little busy right now

formulating my selections.

This won't take long.

What's this?

We're making the selections now,
Mr. Langdon.

And I'm afraid
you didn't make the cut.

(laughs)

I'm sorry.

I wanted to let you
have your moment,

but I just couldn't hold it in.

You think this is funny?

I think I'm impressed,
Ms. Venable.

I wasn't sure you had it in you.

You've passed the test.

You're perfect
for The Sanctuary.

Ms. Mead.

I wouldn't do that.

Ms. Mead.

(gasps)

(Venable gasping)

I don't know why I did that.

I was always loyal to her.

It's all right.

You were obeying commands,
like you're programmed to do.

My commands.

Did you enjoy executing
the poison apples plan

as much as I enjoyed
coming up with it?

You wanted everyone dead?

I've never been a fan
of getting my hands dirty.

Learned that from my Father.

Always more fun to entice
men and women to dirty deeds.

Confirms what I've
always believed.

W-What do you believe?

That all people,

if given the right pressures
or stimulus,

are evil motherfuckers.

I-I'm having trouble with this.

I know I'm just a machine.

Never say that.

You're not just a machine.

Not to me.

When I tasked The Cooperative's
R & D department

to have you constructed,

I gave them a prototype
to model.

A prototype?

Of someone from my childhood.

Someone very dear to me.

The beautiful boy.

That was me.

But I had to keep
the most important part of you

hidden from your mind.

Why?

To protect you.

And the plan.

But now it's time
to remember it all.

I lost you,
and I couldn't bear it.

I can't imagine a new world
without you by my side.

The only woman
who ever really understood me.

Who ever really loved you.

♪ Baby, I'm-a want you ♪

♪ Baby, I'm-a need you ♪

♪ Oh, it took so long
to find you, baby ♪

♪ Baby, I'm-a want you ♪

♪ Baby, I'm-a need you. ♪

("She's a Rainbow"
by The Rolling Stones playing)

♪ She comes
in colors everywhere ♪

♪ She combs her hair ♪

♪ She's like a rainbow ♪

♪ Coming colors in the air ♪

♪ Oh, everywhere ♪

♪ She comes in colors ♪

♪ She comes
in colors everywhere ♪

♪ She combs her hair ♪

♪ She's like a rainbow... ♪

Find our sisters.

(exhales)

(inhales)

(exhales)

(all inhale sharply)

(panting)

Surprise, bitch.

I bet you thought
you'd seen the last of me.