American Horror Stories (2021) s02e07 Episode Script

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- Sam?
- Hmm?
A quick word?
Three hours all in?
I did it in two.
She was in bad shape when she came in.
Good work.
Oh, are we having a moment?
When you first started here, I
didn't think you'd last a week.
Yeah, and now, what
would you do without me?
- Yeah.
- I mean, you don't pay me nearly enough,
but, um, you're lucky I do
it for the love of the game.
I can see that in the work.
You actually care.
I think that deserves a raise.
Um, uh, thank you.
Yeah. I-I do care.
I-I believe what we do
here is very special.
Keep your head in the game, Sam.
You've got a bright future here.
Thank you.
Jesse?
Jesse?!
Hey, you.
- Hi.
- Missed you last night.
I'm sorry. I wish you could've seen it.
The family thanked me.
God, it was so emotional.
Even Henderson had to admit that
I did a great job, and then
- he offered me a raise.
- Hmm.
- Mm.
- Hmm?
It sounds like you had a good day.
Mm-hmm.
You'll have to tell me
all about it tonight.
- I got to go. I'm late for court.
- No.
Come on, Counselor.
You can be a couple minutes late.
Mmm.
Mm, sometimes it's fun to go off script.
Maybe the universe will surprise you.
I've got people depending on me.
Victims to avenge,
criminals to put away.
Okay, well, go save
the world or whatever.
Why don't you go take a nice hot bath
with some of that fancy
lavender oil I got you?
Showered twice before
I left work, but
Maybe it's just my, uh,
extra sensitive sinuses,
but that formaldehyde
smell is really something.
Bye.
See you later, babe.
Look, you probably smelled
like bacon and death.
- Nobody wants to fuck that.
- No, I
It all just felt kind of weird.
Yeah, it's weird. If
a guy turns down sex,
- something is seriously wrong.
- Oh, I don't know.
Even when we do have
sex, it's just like
something's missing.
It's just something off.
It's it's like we're
on separate tracks,
heading in different directions.
And, like, he won't
exactly say it, but I know
he doesn't like me working
at the funeral home.
And sometimes I just wonder
if he even gets me at all.
Girl, you talk to
dead people, literally.
Relationships are about compromise.
Nothing's perfect.
Like, what have you
done for Jesse lately?
I, uh
I do the dishes. Sometimes.
Mm.
Laundry. When I remember.
I drove ten minutes out of the way
the other day to get
his favorite ice cream.
- Wow.
- Cool.
If Jesse asked you, point blank,
"Either the job's got to go, or I do,"
which would you pick?
Uh-oh.
You hesitated. Poor Jesse.
No, no. It's just, it's
It's complicated.
What am I missing?
I really love my job.
And I'm good at it.
And, uh, the deceased teach you
something new every day.
How?
They're dead.
See, that's the secret.
People are the most
interesting right after death.
One time, this woman started moaning.
Was she still alive?
Totally dead.
Gases they can build
up during decomposition,
and when they try to
escape, sometimes it hits
vocal cords on the way out of the mouth.
Sometimes the blood
rushes all the way down.
A decedent will come in with a boner.
Ew! Sam.
The human body is insane.
And we only understand a
small blip of what's actually
happening inside, so there's always
something new to discover.
But, okay, beyond that,
I I help people.
I get to bring their
loved ones back to them,
just for a little while.
What I do is it's important.
You just got more excited
talking about dead people
than you've ever been
talking about Jesse.
Maybe he's not the problem.
Yikes. What happened to you?
Reginald Glover, 55 years old.
Gunshot wound to the head.
No kidding.
Hi, Mr. Glover. I'm Sam.
I'll be taking care of you today.
Looks like your family wants
you to have an open casket,
so, I'm gonna need you to work with me
so we can make you look
presentable for your big day.
I see you had six kids. Nice.
Looks like they got
you the mahogany casket.
That's our most expensive one.
You must've been a good dad.
And now
Uh, whoa. Hi. Um, sorry.
What-what are you doing here?
This is a restricted area.
Can you get out?
I'm Charlie, the new grave
digger and death removal tech.
Didn't mean to freak you out.
Just tell me where to leave her.
Um, just over there.
I'll-I'll get to her when I wrap up.
Hey, what did you say
down there to the decedent?
I just thanked her.
Thanked her for what?
It's kind of private.
Well, I'm-I'm sorry I blew up on you.
It's just, you weren't
supposed to be down there.
I hear you. Won't happen again.
I'm Sam.
Nice to meet you, Sam.
So, um, what's up with
the the suit, the hat,
pimped-out ride?
Most, um, body removal techs don't
roll up with all that
pomp and circumstance.
I think all of us deserve
to be sent off in style.
I mean, who wants to ride into
the afterlife in a Kia Sorento?
Fair enough.
I thanked the decedent for allowing me
to escort her to you.
Seriously?
It's an honor to be a part
of someone's death journey.
You know, in ancient Egypt,
only specialized priests,
those handpicked by the gods,
were trusted to handle the dead.
They'd spend up to 70 days on one body,
getting it ready for the afterlife.
I did know that.
Wow.
You look incredible.
What's all this?
Just wanted to look nice for my guy.
Mm.
Thought maybe we could go
out to dinner?
Mm-hmm.
I think I'd rather stay in.
Hmm?
So, you believe in the afterlife?
No. I think the Hindus have it right.
Reincarnation, samsara.
You come back as any living thing,
what would you come back as?
I wouldn't want to come back.
Um, I'm Team One Life, one and done.
- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.
So you'd go out like the Tibetans?
Chop up your body, scatter the pieces
on the mountain for the vultures.
You'd just return to the
earth and all that jazz?
A sky burial seems
unnecessarily gruesome.
But, uh, I could get down
with how the Amazons do it.
Cremation,
then stirring your ashes
into soup for the whole tribe.
Plus, you'd be giving
back to the community.
1,500 years ago in China,
a woman buried herself
alive with her dead husband so
they could achieve immortality.
That's a bit dramatic.
That's true love.
Lord Nelson's body
was shipped home in a cask of brandy.
The sailors even stole
sips along the voyage.
Would you steal a sip?
Um
Sure. Why not?
Can't learn anything if
you don't try everything.
I'm pretty adventurous, but, um,
think I'd draw the line
at Dead Nelson juice.
What's the most adventurous
thing you've ever eaten?
Hmm.
It's been a minute. Um
My boyfriend doesn't really
like to try new things,
uh, so we pretty much
just stick to the basics.
Well, just 'cause he doesn't
like something doesn't mean
you can't experience it.
Jesse thinks carne asada is exotic.
Oh, my God.
- I'm gonna have to save you from, your, uh
- Hmm.
your sad existence.
- Oh, my
- Jalapeño chips to the rescue!
Free yourself!
- Expand your horizons!
- Stop!
This guy had a lot of
people who loved him.
Would your family do a whole
dog and pony show for you?
Uh no.
They on board with your
whole obsession with death?
I hope so.
They're all dead.
- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
I like talking about them.
My dad he was, um
he was such a stud.
He'd taken us to Zion
'cause he liked these big, stupid rocks.
My mom hated the outdoors.
She couldn't stand the heat,
the bugs, but she loved my dad.
Sadie was a total Daddy's girl.
She'd follow him anywhere.
Charlie?
Dad was telling this dumb joke.
I got a joke for you. You ready, bud?
His jokes were so corny.
This one got me. Something about a
a monkey and a hyena.
Chimpanzee.
In a way, it was a blessing.
I don't I don't understand.
Having such a close brush with death
brought everything into clear focus.
I saw how precious life is.
And how we as the
living owe it to the dead
to take care of them.
And to live boldly.
I know exactly how you feel.
Did some drunk driver
take out your entire family
as well in a blaze of glory?
Trauma is, uh
It's complicated.
It, um
It fucks with your brain.
Hey, I-I thought we were
talking about my dead family.
I don't talk about mine, ever.
Not with Jesse, not with, uh
well, anyone.
But right now, I, um
I want to.
Hmm.
- Hey.
- JESSE: Hey, where are you?
I've been stalling, my
parents are getting hungry.
Shit. No. Uh, um, I'm sorry.
No. I totally spaced. We
We're prepping for a service.
Um I'm leaving now, okay?
I'll be I'll be home in ten.
All right, see you soon.
Hey, I I got to go.
Um, Jesse's parents just
flew in from Cincinnati.
- I just totally spaced.
- Don't worry about it.
I can finish up here.
Thank you.
Oh, wait.
You wanted to, uh,
tell me something.
I'll, um
I'll tell you later.
Hi. Sorry I'm late.
How was the flight?
No! No! No!
Mama?
It's okay, Mama.
It's-it's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. What is it?
What is it?
Uh, you always got a
box of these stashed,
so I thought it'd be romantic.
Hey.
Give us a minute.
Hey, come here.
What is it? Talk to me.
It's, um it's it's my-my mom.
- Yeah?
- She was murdered.
A man broke in and bashed her head
and there was blood all
over the kitchen, and
- these were her favorite.
- It's all right. It's all right.
I always kept a box.
It made me feel close to her.
You see,
I'm-I'm completely messed up.
You don't-you don't want to marry me.
- Of course I want to marry you.
- Oh, well, you're so sweet,
and you d-you deserve a
nice, a nice, normal girl.
- I'm not that person.
- No, no, no, no, no.
- Don't do this.
- I I can't I can't be
- what you want me to be.
- Don't do this. Honey.
- Sam. Please.
- No. I'm sorry.
Hi, John.
I'm Sam.
I will be taking care of you today.
So young.
I hope you made the most of your time.
No
Goddamn it. You're so stupid.
You were the only one.
The only one who
understood what it was like
to walk around with this
this pit of darkness inside.
You saw it in me.
And it didn't scare you.
I scare everyone.
Even myself.
You made me feel like
I wasn't alone anymore.
God, I just
I've been alone for so long.
Charlie!
Charlie!
Sam?
You're alive.
Fuck you.
I'm sorry.
Look, I screwed up.
- I screwed up.
- Don't fucking touch me, okay?
- What the fuck was that, some sort of sick prank?
- No.
It was never supposed to go that far.
I know what a dead body looks like.
You weren't fucking breathing.
You can find a pill online
for anything these days.
Your chest was cut open.
I saw your fucking autopsy scar.
- I have a buddy who's good with prosthetics.
- Just shut up! Just shut the
Just shut the fuck up, okay?
I was trying to help you.
You're fucking deranged.
I'm fucking deranged?
I'm fucking deranged?
Listen.
You can call me whatever you want.
But it won't change the
fact that you fucked me.
And you liked that I was dead.
Get the fuck off me.
Okay, you're scared.
I'm scared, too.
Don't you see?
Sam, Sam, there's no normal,
there's no normal for me or you.
This is who we are.
No, that's not me, okay? You're wrong.
You're fucking, you're fucking wrong.
Our new volumizing waterproof
mascara is a miracle.
It goes on light, you can cry,
dance in the rain, go wild
with your water aerobics and
you'll stay fresh as a daisy.
No smudge, no raccoon eyes.
Do I look like I do water aerobics?
We can try a more subtle lip.
Um, this Faberge Femme
is a fan favorite.
- You guys really didn't have to do this.
- Of course we did!
Our little Sammy's getting married.
- Go, Jesse, go!
- Finally.
Yeah!
All right, who's ready for shots?
- To Jess.
- Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you, thank you
- To Sammy.
- Sammy!
Getting hitched!
We're meeting the wedding planner now.
I promise I'll mention it, okay?
Call you later.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm just
just daydreaming about our wedding.
- Oh. All right.
- You know?
You look so good.
Fuck.
I love you, babe.
I can't wait to make you my wife.
Me, too.
You look beautiful.
I have never seen a sadder bride.
What's going on with you?
I'm I'm fine.
It's just jitters.
You've been acting weird
ever since you quit your job.
It's like the lizard
people invaded your body,
and now you're this
girl who likes pastels
and afternoon tea.
Where's my friend with the rocking hair
who liked to talk to dead people?
- Okay, that's not funny.
- I'm not joking.
Are you sure you want to do this?
Jesse's a great guy, but
does he make you happy?
Of course he makes me happy. I
Look, this is, this is
what I want. I want
a white picket fence, 2.5 kids.
I just want a boring, regular life.
You never gave a shit about
a boring, regular life.
We are gathered here
today to join this man
and this woman in holy matrimony.
Jesse and Samantha
have prepared their own vows
to express their love.
Samantha?
Thank you.
Jesse.
Growing up, I
didn't really have a family.
And that was okay. I
learned to get through life without one.
But then I met you.
You are
all I need.
Sam
the first time I saw you
in that Garbage T-shirt,
throwing back a Stella
I thought, I'm gonna marry that girl.
You are the only one for me.
And years from now,
when we're surrounded by our kids
and our grandkids,
we'll tell them about this day.
And show them our story.
This wasn't part of the program.
Sometimes it can be
fun to go off script.
They're so cute.
Is that Sam?
Is that a dead body?
- What is that?
- Jesse, you, uh, you
- Please tell me that's not you.
- Jesse, you
you don't, you don't understand
He's never gonna understand you, Sam.
Look at what he's done.
- Killed everything special about you.
- Who the fuck is he?
He, we-we used to work together
That's the guy in the video.
So it's not a dead body?
No, no, he's not dead, obviously.
Look, this is, it's a sick joke.
- This is all
- Yeah, but you thought I was dead.
And I think that gave you permission.
The green light to
be who you really are,
to want what you really want,
- to be with me.
- He's he's delusional.
There's a tape, Sam!
That's you climbing on top of a corpse.
Dead or not, that's
you fucking another guy.
- Who are you?
- Look,
I-I was tricked. This
whole thing, it's a cr
- it's a crazy misunderstanding.
- Fuck you, Sam.
Jesse!
Jesse, I'm sorry!
Jesse, stop. Jesse!
- Sam, Sam, Sam! Stop, stop!
- Let fucking go of me! What?
- You fucking filmed us?
- That is what it looks like to really be alive.
This was the only way I could save you.
Because I love you.
And I know you feel the same.
No, I don't. I fucking hate you.
Leave me the hell alone.
Well, I can see you have a lot
of experience in waste disposal.
Yes, uh, I've handled every type
of mess you can imagine.
Um, for vomit, sodium hypochlorite
and kitty litter works best.
For blood stains on
the carpet, the trick is
sprinkle a little
potato starch actually.
Most people don't even know
how to disinfect a toilet.
Oh, that's easy, vinegar.
Clearly, you can do the work.
You know your way around a dirty mess.
- Sorry, excuse me one minute.
- Yeah.
I, uh, apologize.
It seems like we just
filled the position.
Oh, um, well, if anything opens up,
I'm happy to take the job nobody wants.
I'm a very hard worker and, um
Miss
we can't have a sex offender
going into our clients' homes.
No, I'm I'm not, um
Look, I made one mistake.
Haven't you ever made
a mistake in your life?
I'm paying for it every
single day, please.
I-I could really use the cash.
Can you just give me a chance? Um
Zombie fucker!
You ruined my life.
Sam
Put the gun down.
I get you're angry with me.
Shut up.
My friends won't talk to me anymore.
No one will hire me
'cause everyone thinks
I'm a fucking sex offender,
when you're the one who lied.
You tricked me.
You took
everything.
And now you get to just
keep living your best life?
Hmm, it's just not right.
You need to pay for what you've done.
Sam, I'm sorry.
Please.
We can talk rationally.
This is not who you are.
I just want some answers.
I just want to know why. What,
what did I do to deserve this?
Why do you hate me so fucking much?
You idiot, I don't hate you!
You were trapped! I was
trying to set you free!
I didn't want any help!
- I never asked for it. I was fine.
- No, you weren't!
Fuck, Sam.
The day my family died
I was so close to death, I tasted it.
I had their blood on me.
And I
felt so alive.
I was waking up for the first time.
Seeing the world how it really was.
No more pretending everything's fine
when the world's not fucking fine.
I thought if I could give you that,
a close brush with death,
it would shock you awake.
It was only supposed
to be for a few minutes.
Just a jump start.
But then you were crying.
And you touched me.
And I
I didn't want it to stop.
I didn't want to break the spell.
I have never felt that way before
with anyone.
You're psychotic.
I don't need a man to tell me
what I think or what I really want.
That is so goddamn patronizing.
And I know about your mother.
I swear to God, if
you say one fucking
Three days.
She was dead for three days
before they found you.
For three days, you drank
your dead mother's milk.
Shut the fuck up.
You're disgusting.
You're disgusting.
And beautiful.
And fucked up.
And amazing.
You are all those things,
all at the same time.
And that's why I love you.
I love you, Sam.
You don't have to hide anymore.
Let the real you out, and tell me,
what did it feel like, to
taste death for the first time?
It felt like love.
At first, I thought she had just
bumped her head.
And she was sleeping.
I brushed her hair.
I fed her cereal.
Just Mama and me.
It was the last time I ever felt safe.
No wonder I'm so screwed up, fuck.
And I
I thought I would never
feel like that again.
Until that night.
Until I was with you.
How fucked up is that?
I get it.
I get you.
I will never judge you.
You should've just let
me keep sleepwalking.
I had forgotten I was broken.
But now I see.
I think what I really want is to be dead
and alive at the same time.
And I can never have that.
There's no way to put
the pieces back together.
There's no hope for me.
Sam.
There's hope for us.
I would do anything
to be with you.
I would die a million times
to be with you for a minute.
For a thousand years.
Forever.
You really mean that, don't you?
Your weird and my weird,
we belong together.
We can be happy.
We can be happy?
Let me make you happy.
Yeah.
I think you're the only one that could.
For a minute.
For a thousand years.
Forever.
Forever.