American Horror Story

Gentlemen, I want you to meet my daughters.

Marie Louise Pauline...

...Marie Louise Jeanne...

...and from my first marriage, Marie Delphine Lopez.

But everyone calls her Borquita. Ha, ha.

What they may lack in outer beauty, they make up for with their many talents.

Borquita is a huge help to me with the domestics.

While Jeanne excels in petit point .

My youngest, Pauline...

...well, her major talent has yet to reveal itself. Ha-ha-ha.

Perhaps my talent is in the boudoir, Mother dear.

I guess we'll find out on your wedding night, Mon petit .

When the blood dries, my skin is supposed to be tight as a drum.

Just look at this wattle.

This blood's not fresh.

Borquita!

Mon chérie , somethings happened during the dinner party.

Stupid slut!

I invite all the eligible bachelors just to meet you...

...and you spread your filthy legs for the houseman!

You might as well rut with the family dog!

You can't control me, Mother.

The hell I can't! The hell I can't.

You know what we're gonna say?

We're gonna say he took you by force.

Like the savage he is.

No, ma'am, I did no such thing. Yes. That's what happened.

Miss Pauline came on to me. I told her I belong to someone else.

Keep that mongrel quiet.

Aah! Agh!

Haul him upstairs.

No. No. No.

Benson', my pets. Did fall miss me?

Hush up. Or I'll rip your lips open and stuff more shit in there.

Why? Why are you doing this to us?

Because I can?

Oh, merde . Now we gonna have flies up here.

There. That should do it.

Bastien, you wanna rut like a beast...

...then we're gonna treat you like one.

Where's my pickaninny with the head?

Put it on him.

Darling, you have outdone yourself.

However did you think this up?

My great literacy began with Greek mythology.

I used to sit on Daddy's lap and he would read me those stories...

...full of their vengeful gods and wondrous miraculous creatures.

But the Minotaur was always my favorite.

Half man, half bull.

And now...

...I have one of my very own.

You sure about this? Come on.

My mom gets home at 6.

It just sucks being somebody's first.

I don't wanna hurt you.

I'll be okay.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie, Charlie, what's wrong? Unh!

Charlie! Charlie!

It's a cliché...

...but like all clichés, it's the truth.

Your life can change overnight.

Or in a moment.

The official word on Charlie's death was a brain aneurysm.

But the doctors had never seen anything quite like it before.

The blood.

All that blood.

It's not your fault, baby.

It's ours.

There's something I should have told you a long time ago.

I prayed it would skip your generation.

Your great-grandmother had the same genetic affliction.

So apparently I'm a witch.

It runs in my family, but it doesn't show up in every generation, or in every girl.

Like my cousin Amanda, she's just bulimic. We read about the Salem witch trials...

...in, like, fifth grade. I guess I should have paid more attention.

Hang her!

- Hang her and drown her! - Burn her!

Mercy Osbourne, you have been sentenced to death.

May God have mercy on your wretched soul.

Those girts weren't even witches.

The real witches were cunning and careful not to be caught.

In fact, they got the hell out of Dodge. They fled. As far south as they could.

That's how eventually New Orleans became the new Salem.

There's a school there.

A boarding school for girls like you.

You'll be safe.

You're sending me away?

I'm sorry, baby.

We can't keep you here anymore. It's too dangerous.

What's going on?

Mom, what's going on? What is this? Mom!

Mom-- No, what is this? Mom!

Mum!

We'll handle it from here.

Can't I drive her to the station?

She's our daughter now, Nora. You've done all you can.

A long goodbye would only make things worse.

By the way, these drapes.

I'm just mad for tartan.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

O dark father, we offer this flesh up to you, blood, life and all.

Get the hell off me!

Jesus, Sabrina, relax.

We're just messing with you.

Holy shit. Are you...?

Madison Montgomery, movie star.

Shit. When's the last time you made a movie?

I'm Nan. Hi.

Zoe. Queenie.

So bored now.

So is this all of you?

At the moment.

Cordelia Foxx, headmistress.

All right, there's a van full of groceries in the driveway that needs unloading.

I'll show Zoe to her room, then we meet for Midday Gathering.

Let's go.

Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies...

...was established as a premiere girls' finishing school in 1790.

During the Civil War, it was converted into a military hospital.

Afterwards, it came under new management.

Our management.

$n 1868' Marianne Wharton...

...a prominent East Coast society matron...

...early suffragette...

...author of several popular children's books...

...and, as it happened, the reigning Supreme of that time...

...purchased this facility, retaining the name as a cover...

...establishing a safe haven where young witches could gather to learn.

In its heyday, the academy was home to as many as 60 girls.

Over the years, those numbers dwindled.

Why?

We're a dying breed, Zoe.

Many of the families who carried the bloodline...

...made a choice not to reproduce.

So, what's a Supreme?

An average witch is born with a few natural gifts.

But in each generation there is one woman who embodies countless gifts.

Some say all of them.

She is the Supreme.

Are you the Supreme?

No.

I'm like you.

Just a witch.

And a teacher.

I'm here to help you identify your gifts and teach you how to control them.

She means ta suppress hem.

Not suppression. Control.

- She thinks it's still the 1600s. - No.

Back then, our kind understood the dangers.

Today, so many families know nothing of their ancestry.

Too many girls aren't lucky enough to have found us...

...or weren't identified in time for us to have found them.

Like that poor Cajun girl just outside Lafayette a few months back.

Misty DEV-

She wasn't much older than any of you.

And she mu a gm...

...the power of resurgence.

can only be saved by the word of God.

Misty could reach into that place between life and death...

“and draw a soul back from the precipice, back to this side, back {o life.

To some, this appeared to be the God- touched power of resurrection.

To cast you in to darkness and sin.

To others, necromancy.

To cast you into separation from God.

What happened to her?

The same thing that's happened to women like us throughout the centuries.

Let me go! Let me go!

It's you that will end in flames. I swear it.

We are under siege, ladies.

Our lives, our very existence is always at risk.

Know this or face extinction.

This is Allegra.

She is the equivalent of a human female in her late 80s.

Allegra suffers from acute bradycardia...

...her kidneys are failing...

...she's lost the ability to swallow.

Allegra, in short, is dying.

Now, several hours after this video was taken...

...we injected Allegra with our Serum RM47.

We expanded on the University of Wisconsin studies...

...on induced pluripotent stem cells.

Meet Allegra today.

I'll have what she's having.

Heh, and you will.

Sooner than you'd think.

We should be ready for human trials in two years' time.

This afternoon. Preferably in the next half hour.

I have a dinner engagement.

I'm sorry, but, uh, well, that's impossible.

I hear you like to get sauced at biochemistry conventions...

...and brag about how you're gonna win the Nobel Prize...

...for the work you're doing here, research that has been entirely funded...

...by my late husbands money.

I have made you rich...