American Horror Story

The great Leonardo da Vinci,

who I'm certain was a warlock,

although it's never been proven,

in his masterpiece

The Last Supper,

depicted grilled eels,

bread and wine on the table.

I've chosen caviar from the Caspian Sea.

Served on billinis.

Along with champagne.

As fitting stand-ins

as we partake of our own last supper.

For one of you, a last moment of freedom

and anonymity

before assuming the Supremacy.

For any one of you others,

possibly a last meal.

Since the beginning

of this coven, it has been every outgoing Supreme's duty

to identify her successor.

Which Fiona

not only neglected to do,

she actually tried to kill

her successor.

So we are doing something

never done in our history.

We are going to give all four of you

the chance to prove yourselves.

Only one of you will succeed.

To quote the Bible...

loosely...

"When I was a child,

"I spoke like a child, I understood

"like a child, I thought like a child.

"But when I became a woman,

I put aside childish things."

Childhood is over, my girls.

Put aside fears,

reservations and petty things.

Kick ass tomorrow.

The Seven Wonders.

Usually we move from easiest to hardest.

But since we're breaking with tradition this year,

let's begin with my personal favorite.

Telekinesis.

What if I can't do it?

Then you're not the Supreme.

And you can go back to your swamp.

Misty,

you're first.

Intention.

I did it.

I did it.

- Almost sounds like you want it. - It's not about want.

You either are or you aren't a Supreme.

Maybe I am.

Queenie?

Yup.

Madison, obviously

this is your bailiwick.

Whatever that means.

Last but not least, Zoe.

Concilium.

Commonly only known to the public

as "mind control."

It's a tricky little craft.

When properly exercised,

can bend the strongest of wills to your desire.

Now, let's see which of you fillies

has really got the stuff.

Stare all you want, flower child.

Nobody controls my mind but me.

Oh, shit.

Knock it off!

This is fun.

Next.

No hard feelings about...

Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow,

ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!

Next.

- He's not part of this! - He is now.

Well done. I'm not done.

Now, lick it.

That's enough.

Let's move on.

Having fun yet?

Yeah, it's a real party.

The descent into the nether world will be your next test.

Getting to hell will be simple for girls of your talents.

It's the getting back, darlings, that is the challenge.

If your soul hasn't returned to your body by sunup,

you'll die.

What do you think it'll be like?

I was hoping to never find out.

Girls, you may begin.

Spiritu duce, in me est.

Deduc me in tenebris vita

ad extremum,

ut salutaret 'nferi.

Descensum!

You're the first to return.

Damn.

I saw the same people

in the same line for the same chicken.

It was horrible.

I was stuck on a network musical.

It was a live version of The Sound of Music.

I wasn't even the lead.

I was Liesl.

What happened to you?

Kyle and I kept breaking up.

On a loop.

He said he didn't love me.

Over and over,

- over and over. - It's okay, it's okay, I'm right here.

I'm right here, it's okay.

Are we all back?

Everyone but Misty.

Freak.

You're a freak.

Mr. Kringley, she did it again.

Where's the dissection frog?

- It's right there, she brought it back to life. - Shut up, Bobby.

She snuck a live one in to trick you,

- but the trick's on her. - Pick up the scalpel.

No, please don't make me.

If you won't dissect a dead frog,

- then you will dissect a live one. - No, I don't want to kill

a living thing, please, you can't make me.

You kill it, or I'll have a talk with your parents.

No!

Mr. Kringley, she did it again.

If you won't dissect a dead frog,

- you'll dissect a live one. - No, you can't make me kill a living thing.

Please, you can't make me!

- Mr. Kringley... - If you won't dissect a dead frog,

- then you'll dissect a live one. - No, no, no...

- If you won't dissect a dead frog... - No, no...

If you won't dissect a dead frog, then you'll...

If you won't dissect a dead frog...

If you won't dissect a dead frog...

She's stuck.

We have to help her.

There's nothing we can do.

She has to get back on her own.

Misty...

Follow my voice.

We are all here waiting for you.

Sequere...

lucem.

Venite ad me.

Her time is up.

No...

No, no!

No...

No!

No, no...

Before we recommence,

I would like to take a moment

to remember our fallen sister witch, Misty Day.

Can we get on with it?

I didn't really know her that well.

You're a stone cold bitch.

When you play