American Horror Story

got everything?

I think so.

Ready?

Yeah.

- honey...You okay?

honey?

daddy?

harry.

harry.

holy shit.

What?

where's my computer? - I don't know.

I don't-- it's in the back, I think.

What the hell are you doing?

- I need to find my computer. I need to write.

Right now?

I can see it.

I see it all.

The whole thing is finally clear in my head.

Harry.

Harry!

mom?

It's okay.

It's okay, sweetie. It's okay.

[paganini's "24 caprices" playing on viola]

[viola playing continues poorly]

it's too hard.

- No, you'll get it if you keep practicing, sweetheart.

You always do.

What if I don't?

What if I never get it?

When are we leaving here?

- I don't know. Daddy seems inspired.

So we have to support him.

I saw him take something.

What do you mean?

- Daddy. I saw him take a pill.

maybe it's adderall.

I hear some kids take it to focus.

Maybe I can take one.

No. No.

No, you just keep practicing.

harry.

Hm?

Honey.

One second, I'm almost done.

With what?

The pilot. The whole thing.

Well, that's not possible.

You've been writing for, what, like, four hours?

I know.

Harry, alma said that...

She saw you take something.

Are you on speed?

- What? No, of course not.

I'm not on speed.

Well, then what did you take?

Because you must have taken something.

- Why, because I couldn't possibly

be talented enough to finish this...

- Shh! - Unless I was on drugs?

Is that what you think of me?

- That is not what I think of you,

but this is very extreme, harry.

- I saw you take something, daddy.

- Don't be jealous because I found inspiration

and you can't play fucking paganini!

honey, I'm sorry.

Honey, honey, I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean that.

That--

what the fuck, harry?

- I'm sorry. That was crazy.

I--I'm not myself.

I mean--

these pages-- they just exploded out of me.

and they are fucking

so good!

I'm happy for you.

Can we leave now? - Not yet.

I have this other idea for episode two

and I just wanna outline it tonight.

- You killed a man in our sunroom!

- And the sheriff said it was the first violent crime

that's happened in this town in years.

I eliminated the danger. - What?

- I didn't wanna say this because emotions were high,

but you know, if you walk out on this job,

it's gonna be very difficult for you to get another one.

Not after bailing on the last one you had.

- Come on, I couldn't get inspired.

They were pushy clients with terrible taste.

They didn't understand minimalism

at all!

Or a monochromatic blush color scheme--

thank you very much--

which is very now, by the way.

And I think I have a very good excuse

for not finishing this one!

- Honey, please just give me another day or two.

Or two? Or two?

For fuck's sake, doris,

why can't you just support me?

hey.

I'm sorry about before.

You are...

Much, much more talented than I am.

- Come get your sandwiches. - Oh, I'm not hungry, thanks.

You need to eat.

You too, missy.

you okay?

what happened?

ugh.

Oh.

What was that, turkey? Ohh... - Yeah.

- Something about the taste made me sick.

Ugh.

It smells fine to me.

- Can I have the room, please? I'm not finished.

come on, I'll take it upstairs.

Let's go.

[keyboard keys continue clicking]

[ominous string music heightens]

this is really good.

Thanks, I know.

Can I see more?

- Yeah, sure. I'm almost done.

- with all of it? - Mm-hmm.

- Hey, what is happening? This isn't normal.

Um...

I don't know. It's this place. It's my muse.

I thought I was.

Always.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I've been a jerk.

Uh, the lead character is kind of a...

Antihero, and I think I'm just...

Channeling him a little too much.

- Will you at least eat something?

You are gonna collapse. - I'm not hungry.

You're a liar.

You're a liar.

You did take some kind of speed.

I--

writing like this.

Acting like an asshole. No appetite.

Okay, you want me to eat,

I will--I will go grab some stuff from the market.

Okay?

My fingers are exhausted anyway.

want anything?

[unsettling string music playing]