American Horror Story

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Horst.

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Hello?

Your music is very loud.

We have to wake up early for Disneyland.

Please turn it down.

Idol only plays one way: full throttle.

What? You don't got Billy Idol in France?

We're from Germany.

You want to see the sights?

I could show you some things.

Uh, okay.

Thank you.

Do you want to come in?

Uh, no. Thank you.

I-I need to go back.

Fuck that. You're mine.

- Let her go. - Stay out of this, Key-man!

I need to sleep.

You're starting to be a real drag. You know that?

You know, I've been your little sidekick for a year.

I'm tired. I don't like your music.

I don't like living like an animal.

It's not so bad.

And I've had to watch you kill.

Do you even keep track?

Because I do. 11.

That's a start.

I see their faces.

I see them all.

I can't do it anymore.

That's not your decision to make.

Satan gave you life.

You serve at His pleasure.

That's the deal.

If you break that deal,

if you bail, there will be hell to pay,

literally.

Satan. Satan. Satan.

Get your beauty sleep.

Hey, you want anything? A beer?

Tab.

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El Matón.

El es el Matón!

El Matón!

Hey!

Get out! Get out.

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Take a picture. It'll last longer.

I, I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to...

Relax, I'm just teasing.

You another one of those true-crime tourists?

Oh, God, no.

I'm here for the waterfowl.

This lake is a rest stop on the Pacific Flyway.

Ducks migrate from as far as Patagonia.

- Neat. - Yeah.

Hoping to catch a green-winged teal

with my new lens.

It was a birthday present.

Mm, happy birthday.

Oh.

No ducks around here, but...

you can take my picture.

Um... sure.

Top on or off?

Uh, you-you shouldn't.

I'm-I'm here with my girlfriend.

I won't tell if you won't.

What's this?

My fanny pack.

Can I unzip it?

Mmm. That's nice.

You want to stick it in me, Birthday Boy?

Oh, God, yes.

Me first.

So gauche.

Aren't you bored of this by now?

Seriously. I haven't wanted to so much as touch a living person

since 1972.

Ugh.

Get bent, old-timers.

Stop raining on our blood parade.

Bitchin' kill, babe.

I call next.

This dazzling mansion

tells us we're entering the private sanctuary

of the real estate tycoon that women admire

and men desire.

This is Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous,

television's unchallenged authority on wealth,

prestige and the good life.

Today we all know Margaret Booth

as the mega-rich real estate mogul

whose properties range from the macabre to the luxe macabre.

But her life has been far from fabulous.

For a long time, I searched for meaning in all of this.

Why me?

Why did all these

horrible things keep happening to me?

And then I realized, why not me?

Using a small inheritance from her late husband,

Margaret began gobbling up properties with a dark history.

John Wayne Gacy's ranch house.

Briarcliff Manor.

Winchester Mystery House.

I know people look at Spahn Ranch

and think, "That's a bad place."

But today little children frolic and eat funnel cake

on the same ground where Manson plotted the murders.

Now, I can't change what happened there.

But you know what makes Spahn Ranch better?

Spahn Ranch with a Ferris wheel.

But things aren't all work and no play

for this captain of industry.

Behind every successful magnate is a devoted spouse.

The doctors said the knife missed my heart by millimeters,

front and back.

When I came out of the coma, I looked up and there she was.

My savior.

You know, sometimes

I wonder what I did in a past life to get so lucky.

- Bullshit. - Two matching hearts...

Of course I know

Gacy gave his victims ice cream.

That's the whole point.

It's an immersive experience.

Why do you think I bought the house?

If Pogo the Clown is not scooping cones of Rocky Road

in the crawlspace where Gacy hid

his bodies at that grand opening,

I will make that fat fuck's crimes

look like a Boy Scout jamboree!

There it is.

The charm of Margaret Booth, mistress of the macabre.

What the... fuck, Margaret?

I almost spilled my J&B.

If you have a problem with the way I run my empire,

then maybe you don't deserve the fruits of its success.

I have given you everything and I can take it all away.

Go ahead.

Yeah, I may miss the Bentley, the yayo, the jiu-jitsu lessons.

But I don't need that shit.

You do. You gave up on God.

But money can't fill the void left in His place.

Old habits die hard, and the darkness still whispers,

so don't you fuck with me.

If you're gonna kill me,

make sure I'm dead this time.

I was overjoyed

when I heard you woke up.

You've been in my prayers every night.

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I have to admit, I was a little surprised

you wanted to see me.

We didn't know each other all that well.

I had to see you.

I mean, what we survived,

that kind of thing binds two people together forever.

Hmm.

And Brooke, she always seemed so sweet.

I never thought she'd be capable of such brutality.

Well, people have ways of surprising us.

But... we're safe now.

The jury made sure she can't hurt anyone again.

Your strength inspires me, Margaret.

Surviving two massacres.

It seems impossible.

Unless you're the one holding the knife.

You remember.

Okay, how long do I have till the cops show up?

They're not coming. I wanted to call them.