American Horror Story

- Let me in! - I'm going to kill you, bitch!

I'm coming for you!

Come on!

Help him.

Crush that pretty face...

Seriously, none of us

could break down that door if we had all day.

Listen.

It stopped.

Maybe he left.

Help me with this!

That's not Mr. Jingles. Who the fuck is that psycho?

I've been telling you. That's the guy who's trying to kill me.

I got to get my keys.

Where is he? Do you hear him?

I found them. We just got to get to the car.

Whoa! We can't go outside.

And he's-- sooner or later,

he's coming in here, he's gonna kill us.

There are four of us and one of him.

We can protect each other.

That's right. There are four of us.

And if we split up and make a run for it,

the best he can do is just get one.

Wow.

It's Darwin, man. Survival of the fittest.

-It's our only chance. -You're really just gonna commit

to this whole coward thing, aren't you?

We are not leaving anybody behind.

I'm not gonna die here, okay?

And...

and I know I can run faster than at least two of you.

So let's just say the three people lucky enough to make it

meet up at the parking lot.

Like he said, three lucky people. Come on.

Shit...

-Shit. -Move it, Darwin.

You got to get up, man.

We can't give up without a fight.

That's karma coming through that door.

There's nothing we can do to stop it.

I could really use one of those ludes right now.

Is he still there?

I don't see anything.

Oh, God! Oh!

Oh, God! Ah! Oh!

Shit.

It's a bag of shit!

Nice throw, bro.

Dude, that shit was awesome.

See how it lit on fire?

Jingle, jingle.

He got shit all over his shoes.

Happy Jingles Day, douchewads.

I've been collecting my shit for three weeks.

Totally worth it.

Who the hell are you?

We're Mr. Jingles. Duh.

You've been collecting your own shit?

Get any weird phone calls lately?

- What the hell is wrong with you?

It's a tradition, man.

On the anniversary of the massacre.

Kids pull pranks in stores and restaurants

and screw with people.

Fucking townie assholes.

Oh...

Hey.

Way too late, wide load.

You totally missed it. They were so frickin' scared.

Pete, what the fuck, man?

He's not one of them.

That's the real Jingles.

Go. Go now.

Get to the parking lot. Go.

Dude.

What's your damage, man? No...

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We made it! Don't say anything till we're back in L.A.

Not that it matters, but Nurse Rita's

-totally faster than you. -No way.

-Chet! Chet! -He knows where to meet us.

Come on.

Fuck...

Jesus, Larry.

A little privacy.

I can't piss right when I know you're watching me.

Ow, ow. Now I'm all backed up.

You know I've got that twisted urethra thing.

Ooh.

I can't see shit without my glasses.

Look, I know you guys didn't have to take me.

I know my mom paid you.

But when I'm wearing this mask, I am Jingles,

the most ruthless killer of all time.

Just let me be a badass for one night. Come on.

Oh, sh...

Let's motor.

Get me off this thing, man.

-Oh, God! Damn it. -That's not good.

Look, Chet, you probably don't want to hear this,

but your shoulder is being plugged up by that thing.

If we pull you off, you'll probably bleed out.

L-Like, to death?

Is that your official medical opinion?

It's not gonna matter if we don't find a way out of here.

The whole point is to keep us in.

It's a punji pit. Haven't you seen First Blood?

-What? -Yeah, the Viet Cong,

they used to dig these pits with spikes in them

and put them on the side of trails to catch G.I.s.

Jingles was a vet. He probably dug this up

-like the ones he saw in 'Nam. -Are you sure

it was Jingles and not the other guy trying to kill us?

Jesus Christ. What the hell kind of camp is this?

Where is everyone?

They should be here by now.

I'm sure they're coming.

The boys' cabin is just further away.

No. It's been too long.

Hey, maybe we should just go and get help.

And leave everyone here to fend for themselves?

Your friends wouldn't bail on you like that.

I'm not bailing.

The highway's not far.

Maybe we could get the police to come down here.

You're right. Go.

I'll wait.

I'll tell the others you went for help.

Thank you.

I'll be back as soon...

Oh, honey. I wish you could see your face right now.

You're confused, aren't you?

Don't worry.

Nurse Rita's gonna make it all better.

Well, Ms. Chambers, you've certainly put in the work.

Dartmouth, Penn.

I have to say you look remarkably well-rested

for someone in the throes of doctoral research.

But I'm sorry to tell you

that you've wasted your time coming here.

Benjamin Richter is a lost cause.

I doubt that.

He hasn't said a word in years.

I've tried every angle to get him to talk,

but he just stares back at you

with those black shark eyes.

Now, I know, in our profession,

we like to think there's always method behind madness--

a linear path from innocence, wounding,

to violence and sociopathy.

But all I've been shown by Benjamin Richter

is that some people are just evil.

My research has shown otherwise.

I recently spoke to Ted Bundy down in Florida

and pried confessions to two unsolved murders from him.

I wasn't aware of that.

The feds wanted to keep it on the down-low.

But I've talked to them all.

Gacy, William Bonin, aka the Freeway Killer,

Patrick Kearney, aka the Trash Bag Killer,

Robert Hansen, aka the Butcher Baker--

all their lips are sealed.

Until Donna Chambers arrives and opens them.

This case has been your life for over a decade.

Do you really want to go to your grave

not knowing what makes that man tick?

Worst case, he clams up for me, too.

And I leave like a fool.

Be smart.

Now, if you're gonna be alone with him, he stays restrained.

This guy can regress to violent behavior at any time.

The reawakening of Mr. Jingles.

I just mean... to get a window into that side of him

would be valuable.

Academically. And I appreciate the restraints.

Safety first.

Mr. Richter.

This is Donna Chambers.

She's doing research for a PhD.

She'd like to talk to you.

You're not gonna get anything out of this guy.

We'll be fine.

Won't we, Benjamin?

And I'm going to need a record

of everything you discussed.

-Regulations. -Of course.

I'll be right outside if you need me.

I spoke to Dr. Hopple.

She thinks that you're evil.

That you were born to kill.

Do you believe that?

'Cause I don't.

I don't believe in evil.

I believe that while the ability to do violence

exists in all people,

the need to hurt-- to murder over and over--

needs to be activated by outside circumstances.

You were drafted into the Army,