American Horror Story s09e07 Episode Script

1 Three licorice.
That'll be a nickel.
It's a penny a whip at the market, Lavinia.
Well, you're not at the market.
You're at camp.
And here it's three for a nickel.
Hey, why aren't you two out playing with the other kids? - They hate me.
- They do.
Hey, Mom? - Hay is for horses.
- Sorry.
Mom, is the refrigerator running? Yes.
Then you better go catch it.
You crack me up.
That's not funny.
It's stupid.
Refrigerators don't have legs.
What are you reading? Hmm? Show it to me.
True Vice.
This gobbledygook is poisoning your mind.
Maybe if you didn't have your head in comic books all day, you'd have more friends.
Do you want to be liked? Do you? Stop being so sullen.
Smile when you look at people.
Don't be a bump on a log.
Why can't you be more clever? Like Bobby? Do you think I want to be the camp cook? I slave all day putting food on the table for a hundred kids I do it so that you can have a summer.
I sweat blood for you.
I will not tolerate sarcasm! Can we go swimming? Yeah.
Yes.
Take that with you.
Go on.
I'll keep this.
Psst.
Don't let Bobby out of your sight.
How's the water? Cold, but you got enough blubber to keep you warm.
Come on.
Come on.
Let's go swimming.
I'm not swimming, and neither are you.
What are we supposed to do? Just nothing.
Well, that's swell.
Just go sit down there.
Don't move.
Bobby? Bobby?! Stupid kid.
Hey! Stop! Stop the engine! Bobby? Bobby? Bobby?! I want to see him.
- No, I want to see him.
- You don't you don't want - to see him.
It was an accident.
- I want to see my son.
What happened? What did you do?! What the hell happened, Benjamin?! What the hell happened, Benjamin?! - I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- Get off me! Get off! - I'm sorry.
- So where where's the lifeguard? Where is that little shit?! Where were you?! Where were you?! Where were you?! You killed him! You killed him! You killed my baby.
You're all guilty.
Every one of you.
Every one of you! Every one of you! You killed my beautiful boy.
Baby? Bobby? Bobby? Baby? No! No! American Horror Story: 1984 9x07 The Lady in White Oh.
Oh.
Try to breathe.
You're gonna feel like you want to die, but you're not dead.
The drug I swapped for the final injection is called baclofen.
Ran across it doing pharmacology research at my old job.
It's prescribed for muscle spasms and M.
S.
, and does a bang-up job for mimicking brain damage if you O.
D.
just right.
But it's gonna take a few days to get out your system.
Get away from me, you bitch! Listen, you're gonna hurt yourself.
You need to trust me.
Never.
I don't know how so many bodies get in here.
All right, Vinnie! It's okay.
Just me.
Got you some food.
- I don't think I can eat.
- Well, you got to try.
You got to get your strength up.
That guy I told you about he's gonna have your new passport soon.
You'll have a new name, a new life.
You'll be finally free.
The world thinks you're dead.
Let me check your pulse.
Why are you doing this? The last time I saw you, you had me strung up as serial killer bait.
Is this another one of your sick experiments? This is just me trying to make it right.
Why? Let's just say that I know there are things waiting for us when we die.
And I'm just trying to make sure that I go where the good things are, not the other place.
You should have just let me die.
Brooke, forget you saw that.
- Margaret's putting on a concert? - You knew about this? Forget about it, Brooke.
Forget about her.
I was wrong.
I do have a reason to live.
And it's to see her die.
I'm going back there.
Brooke, it's not worth it.
You're gonna have a new life.
She stole my life! 1,825 days.
That's how long I spent locked up in that hellhole.
I counted every single one.
I counted days, I counted cracks in the ceiling.
I counted how many times I blinked in a fucking hour, just to take my mind off everything I was missing on the outside.
But you know what? You can't not think about it.
Of the decade you never got a chance to live.
The '80s was morning in America, and I spent my morning in lockup because of this lying bitch Margaret.
Brooke I can't turn back the hands of time.
I wish I could.
But there is one place the '80s will never be over and if you hydrate properly, and put some food in your system like a good little badass, I'll take you there.
I didn't think they still had these places.
They don't, really.
Not anymore.
Only a few left in the state like this one.
Dying breed.
You know you can't stop it Come on.
You know you got it Hey, but are you getting it? Ooh, really getting it? Come get it from me Give me all of your loving Every little bit Give me all that you got Every bit of it Every bit of your loving Oh, come on, live a bit Never want to stop Yeah, but are you getting it? Armageddon it Ooh, really getting it? Yes, Armageddon it Yeah Are you getting it? - You looked pretty good out there.
- Yeah? My back skate could use a little work, but, uh thanks.
I needed this.
It's not too late.
You don't have to go back to Redwood.
One day in the sun doesn't erase five years of darkness.
I'm going back.
I have to.
Oh, hi.
Excuse me.
Um I overheard you guys saying you're going to the festival at Redwood? My car broke down trying to get to my girlfriend's house.
It's on the way; I'll pay for gas.
Sorry.
I got a policy about strangers.
Mm.
Everybody's a stranger 'til they're not.
- I'm Bruce.
- We've got to go.
Come on.
- Better luck.
- Yeah.
No problem at all.
You guys have a nice day.
Do we even know - what we're looking for? - I know the battery and the dipstick.
Do you want me to take a look? I've fixed a few clunkers in my day.
Well, let's see what's going on.
Oh, I think I might see the problem.
Loose distributor cap.
Will one of you try starting it up? How about now? Oh.
Good to go.
Thanks.
Glad to help.
I, uh, I believe in karma.
What goes around comes around.
Hey.
Get in.
What about your stranger policy? Once a guy's gone under my hood, he's not a stranger anymore.
- How far do you have to go? - Huh? To your girlfriend? Just up a ways.
I-I'll know the exit when I see it.
Is she expecting you? Sure is.
Then why didn't you call her and have her pick you up from the roller rink? She doesn't like to drive.
The roads scare the hell out of her.
I heard about this on the news.
It's happening all over.
So, you're driving at night, and you see a car coming towards you with his headlights off.
As a courtesy, you flash your lights to let him know to turn on his headlights.
That car then makes a U-turn.
They follow you home and kill you.
There's true evil out there.
No, I think you're just trying to scare us.
I've dealt with people like you every day for the last five years.
They use fear to try to control others.
It's not gonna work with us.
We made a mistake.
Your ride's over.
Whoa, whoa, I was just making conversation.
I'm sorry if I said something that got under your skin.
Donna, pull over.
Just-just trying to be nice.
Shut up.
Sorry, dude, you gotta get out.
Do I Donna? It's an oven outside.
I could get heatstroke.
You wouldn't want that on your conscience, would you, Donna? We're not gonna ask you again.
Shit.
Shit.
Everything okay? There's no services out here for miles.
Everything's fine, Officer.
You guys together? Actually, we just met him.
Talked us into giving him a ride.
Haven't you seen the posters of the girls that have gone missing along this highway? I'm gonna need to see some ID from everyone.
Shit! Go, go, go, go! Fuck you! Oh, come on.
Oh, come on.
Oh What the hell, dude?! What's your major malfunction? I've met you before.
Why are you still dressed like that? I'm dead, man.
And in these woods, I'm not the only one.
Guys, he just wandered over here.
I think he's harmless.
- It's Mr.
Jingles, dipshit! - This prick slaughtered us! I totally recognized him.
Wait! Montana said no killing till the festival.
Shit! Fine.
I guess we're taking him to go, then.
You left this place.
And to willingly come back? Well, that makes you even more deranged than we thought.
He gave me no choice.
You need to let me go.
I came back here to kill Richard Ramirez.
But he's already dead.
I saw you murder him.
Ramirez has the devil on his side, and he's on his way back here now.
Who gives a shit? This motherfucker cut off my head.
- He needs to answer for that - Ray! Don't make me gut you again.
I don't understand.
You're-you're all ghosts? Are you brain dead? You killed half of us here, remember? You and Margaret are both psychos, and we got caught in your crossfire.
None of this makes any sense.
We spent the first few months after we died sort of just wandering around, feeling confused and angry.
Time doesn't really exist for us here, so years went by like minutes.
What does being a ghost feel like? It's actually not that bad.
There's a constant feeling of emptiness and longing, but that's pretty much how I felt when I was alive, so - Do you feel pain? - Yes.
- And fear.
- But we can feel pleasure, too.
As you know, killing people is totally tubular.
Especially when there are no consequences.
Which is why we're gonna kill every motherfucker who steps foot in here for Margaret's festival.
That's insane.
Why would you do that? So we can get the hell out of here.
I mean, two dead bodies recently got this place some press.
An entire music festival viciously slaughtered? Well, that'll draw every paranormal P.
I.
and Ghostbuster wannabe from across the globe.
And one of them's bound to figure out how to beat what's got us kept here; this fucking curse.
Don't you understand? You're away from the horrors of the world.
Not really.
You think we're alone in these woods? We're not alone.
There's someone else.
A woman.
She wears a white nightgown, and she's constantly terrorizing us.
No one knows who she is or why she hates us so much.
I do.
She's my mother.
1970 wasn't the first massacre.
There was another one 20 years before.
If anything, that's when this blood curse began.
When it first opened, this place went by a different name.
- Camp Golden Star.
- A little flower blooming in the wake of a war that took 400,000 American souls, including my old man.
Luckily, the new camp was hiring.
The work was hard and the pay was shit, but free childcare was a benefit a widowed mother couldn't turn down.
She hated it.
She was always so angry.
When I looked in her eyes, I didn't see love.
Only hate.
And then Bobby died.
I wanted to go home, but my mother, she wouldn't leave.
I couldn't understand why.
Until that night.
Mom? Mom? It had to be done, Benji.
They needed to pay for what happened to Bobby.
It's okay, honey.
Come to Mommy.
You never listen, do you? He was your baby brother.
You were supposed to take care of him.
No.
Oh, I'm gonna get you.
Benjamin Benji! Come here! Benji! I'm sorry.
Camp Golden Star was shut down.
But ten years later, Camp Redwood opened.
They may have changed the name, but they couldn't erase the evil.
Her blood had poured into this ground, with her pain and her rage.
Maybe that's why you're all still stuck here.
It's definitely why she keeps coming after you.
She hates counselors.
The only person she ever loved was my brother.
Do you know where my mother is now? Xavier will take you.
Why me? Send Chet.
I'm never going back to that place.
Fine.
I'll take you.
I'm not going any closer.
I've outrun her once before.
I don't want to find out what happens if she catches up.
Hello, Benji.
Look at you.
All grown up.
Tall as your father.
Oh.
It's okay, honey.
Come to Mommy.
You've been here this whole time? Poor Benji.
I can see the wheels turning in your head.
And Bobby's here, too? Don't say his name! I miss your brother so much.
Every day, I-I search for him.
Sometimes, I can hear him, scared, but I I never find him.
So I'm stuck here, tortured, in this place, like the goddess whose child was swallowed up into the ground.
I've tried to destroy myself.
Always I'm reborn to this cursed place.
And then, one day I felt something.
A vibration, something primal.
My baby.
But it wasn't him.
It was you.
I saw that look in your eyes.
Like you wanted to stop time.
A mother knows.
You were happy.
Pathetic, really, the way you mooned over that girl.
What are you saying? What did you do? You should have known.
That girl was already wrong in the head.
I just needed to give her a little push.
No.
No.
Why are you telling me this? Why are you appearing to me now after all this time? Because I don't like you.
But now, finally, it's time.
I want you to know it was me.
I took the one thing you cared about and I used it to destroy you.
Why do you hate me so much? Because the wrong son died that day! It should have been you! I know that.
Do you have any idea the guilt I've felt, what it's done to me? Of course I do.
It's turned you into a monster.
You saw that? I saw everything.
I saw you kill them all.
But one was reborn.
Ramirez.
He killed my wife, the mother of my child.
Your child? Yes, a son.
I have a son.
He's the only thing that matters to me now.
As long as Ramirez is out there, my son will never be safe.
I need to end this.
This will never end.
Because I will spend every moment from now to eternity making sure you burn in excruciating agony.
Suffering as I do.
It's what you deserve.
I know you, Benji.
I know you better than you know yourself.
From the moment you were born, I knew you were a parasite, sucking me dry.
A poison that taints and rots everything you touch.
And so, I pity your son.
I do.
Having you as a father, he's better off dead.
Your cruel device Your blood Like ice One look could kill I never thought I'd say this, but my mom was right.
Never talk to strangers.
I want to love you, but I better not touch - Don't touch - I want to hold you But my senses tell me to stop I want to kiss you But I want it too much Jesus.
What the hell happened here? Venomous poison I don't want to break these chains.
Karma's a bitch, girls.
Rise and shine, little one.
You were so close.
A few more exits, and you would have made it to the festival.
Where's Donna? What did you do to her? She's fine.
See for yourself.
No.
No.
No.
You have two choices before you.
Either you put it in drive, hit the gas, and live to see the great Billy Idol in concert, or I could shoot you in the face and drag her myself.
Concrete is so unforgiving.
These old roads are like cheese graters.
Rip your clothes clean off at 40 miles an hour.
At 50, human skin sloughs off like wet paper.
Bones are ground into nubs as you try to hold your face up.
But one little bump and you're bouncing.
That's when pieces of you start falling off.
How many people have you killed? Five so far.
But I hope to catch up to Ramirez by Christmas.
He had 13.
One day I hope to surpass Bundy himself.
So, I die, or I drag my friend to her death.
Is that about right? That's the ticket.
You know what? Fuck her.
She should never have given you a ride in the first place.
I'm starting to like you.
What are you waiting for? Do it! Donna, wait! Hell no! I'm choking this motherfucker out.
You don't want to do that, trust me.
Can't just let him get away with it.
Who said anything about that? Well, I didn't think it was possible, but it looks worse than I even imagined.
What have you been doing? You announced the festival so quickly, we barely had time to do anything.
We haven't locked in a caterer, and do not even get me started - on hydration.
- Just give 'em a slice of Wonder Bread and a Dixie Cup of water.
You can't do that, Margaret.
People are paying a thousand dollars a head.
That's how I make a profit, asshole.
And don't you contradict me.
- Remember who you are.
- I'm your husband.
You're a glorified assistant with no discernable talent or purpose.
I know.
The boys' restroom is covered in pine needles.
Why don't you take that pendulum you call a dick and sweep up the mess? At least it'll be good for something, hmm? What fresh hell is this? So, where do you want the talent? - Who are you? - Oh, that's Kajagoogoo, you idiot! Limahl, are you gonna play "Too Shy"? I love that song.
Oh, that's the only song we're going to play.
It's our biggest hit.
It's the only song anyone wants to hear.
Wait, just one song? What about "NeverEnding Story"? Oh, it's from my solo career.
I wouldn't dream of playing it with the band.
One song What are you doing? - I I'm gonna go sweep up.
- Okay.
Hmm.
Montana.
I-I thought you were dead.
I am.
I'm a I don't care what you are.
I'd forgotten what I was missing until I saw you.
I know what I was missing.
Shit.
Your hitchhiking days are over.
Asshole.
What are you doing? This is as far as you go.
Redwood's close enough.
I can walk it the rest of the way.
You've done more than enough.
Wait.
I'm coming with you.
I need to see this through to the end.
Who the hell are you? I'm your biggest fan.
What, you want a an autograph or something? - We already have it.
- We? When you sign a contract with the devil you better understand the fine print.
Oh, shit.
You're too shy, shy, hush-hush, eye to eye - Too shy, shy, hush-hush - Guys? I brought you some goodies.
Hush-hush, eye to eye Too shy, shy Oh, God.
Hush-hush, eye to eye Too shy, shy Hush-hush, eye to eye Too shy, shy, hush-hush, eye to eye Too shy, shy.
You shouldn't be here.
You don't deserve to sit in the place where he died.
You've already taken so much from me.
I won't allow you to take away my place to mourn him.
You don't get a claim on missing him.
I miss him all the time.
I think about him every day.
I even named my son after him.
Bobby.
He's He's gonna grow up to be headstrong, just like Bobby.
You should go and be with your son.
I can't.
- I need to face Ramirez.
- You're a fool.
He's in league with forces you cannot match.
I know.
But what kind of man would I be if I didn't do everything I could to protect my son? You made a deal with the devil.
And Ramirez is here to collect.
If you die by his hand, he'll make sure you don't come back.
But if you die by your own you'll come back forever.
If you truly want to protect him you'll do what has to be done.
Bobby? I know you're out there.
If you can hear me I'm sorry.
And I won't curse my son the way I cursed you.
- Hey, man.
Who're you with? - Satan.
Right on.
Next Wednesday Every horror movie has a final girl.
Final girl? The one who survives it all and lives to tell the tale.
- I'm gonna end you in this place.
- Bring it on, keyman.
They're dead Courtney.
Kajagoogoo is dead!