American Horror Story

"Esteemed mortal:

"they have never caught me,

"and they never will.

"they have never seen me,

"for I am invisible,

"even as the ether which surrounds your earth.

"I am not a human being,

"but a spirit

and fell demon from hottest hell."

"I am what you Orleanians call

the Axeman."

"When I see fit,

I shall come again

and claim other victims."

"I alone know who they shall be."

"I shall leave no clue

except my bloody axe."

"Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as

a most horrible murderer,

which I am."

Charles?

"But I could be much worse

if I wanted to."

No!

"At will, I could slay thousands

of your best citizens,

for I am in close relationship

with the Angel of Death."

Oh!

"Now, to be exact,

at 12:15 o'clock earthly time,

on next Tuesday night,

I'm going to pass over New Orleans."

"In my infinite mercy,

I am going to make a little proposition to the people."

Here it is.

"I am very fond of jazz music,

and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions

that every person shall be spared

in whose house a jazz band is in full swing

at the time I have just mentioned."

This is an outrage.

This madman is holding our city hostage

to his twisted whim.

Millie, do you think playing the Victrola will suffice?

Come Tuesday evening, a jazz ensemble in New Orleans

will be more precious than the hope diamond.

We can choose jazz songs from my collection of phonographs.

Why should we do anything to appease this Axeman?

Because he kills women with an axe.

Do I have to remind you? He says, "one thing is certain

and that is some of those persons who do not jazz it

on Tuesday night will get the axe."

His prose could use refinement but we get the point.

If we don't play jazz music Tuesday night...

We're inviting an attack... it could not be more clear, sister.

The real question is, what are we to do?

Ladies, we have been docile too long.

We are powerful,

even though none of you have yet to believe it.

Not only are we descendents of Salem

but we are suffragettes.

We're on the verge of our greatest victory,

giving us the equal right to vote.

If we embody our feminine might,

intelligence with grace,

strength with an iron will,

no man can make us cower in our home.

I'm off in a half hour, Joe.

Can you... walk me home?

You scared of the Axeman?

Everyone is scared.

It's Tuesday night.

He's gonna kill somebody.

Well, he's not gonna lay a finger on you.

Rumor has it

he's got a thing for jazz,

and you've got, uh, rhythm in your soul, baby.

I gave fair warning, girl.

I made my intentions clear

to the world.

Yes. Just as expected.

Death.

You have no one to blame but yourself.

That reading was for you.

American Horror Story S03E06 "The Axeman Cometh"

A hundred years ago,

this academy was packed to capacity. They had bunk beds

and slept eight to a room. Now...

- Notice anything? - Yeah.

Luke's not here.

His mom keeps slamming the door on me.

Nan, stay with me. Look at the pictures.

Our numbers have gone down every year for a century straight.

Witches are dying.

In Salem, there were hundreds of us.

Now there's three. Used to be four, until...

Madison went missing or dead.

And no one in charge has done shit.

We'll go to Fiona.

Last I checked, she was setting witches on fire.

Okay.

Madison wants us to find her,

and we can't afford to lose a single witch

if we want to survive.

From now on...

we watch each other's backs.

Look, I've been taking care of myself

for a really long time, so I'm not sure

I need some white girl sorority sisters

to cover my ass.

And what is this green shit?

It's not a sorority.

It's a coven.

And this is absinthe,

drink of the divine.

Which we are.

Where'd you find the spirit board?

More like it found me.

Do you know what these things do?

Contact the dead.

You don't know shit.

Spirit boards have

two stages: contact and release.

I saw my grandma use one once.

She thought it was cool, too, till a bad spirit

came out, burned her house to the ground and took

half her face off with it.

There's three of us.

You want to find Madison?

Witch up.

So, what do we do?

Ask the questions.

Be polite.

Are we alone?

Did you die here?

Were you murdered?

Yes.

Who killed you?

"You did."

Madison, is this you?

Who are you?

Axeman.

Wait, stop. Stop, stop!

If survival is so important to you,

you better find out who you're talking to.

Oncology.

Paging palliative services, extension 3609.

Oncology, we're paging palliative services...

It's all bullshit.

Punch a clock.

Scrimp and save?

And for what?

I'm taking my sick leave in Vegas.

Time to play.

Never had the gift of mind-reading before.

Is it the medication?

It took her so long to find the right man.

Lord, please!

Don't let me spoil my baby's special day.

Just let me walk down the aisle.

Nothing was ever good enough.

And I swear, Heavenly Father, that very night...

I picked him apart every chance I got.

...my soul is yours to keep.

And here he is, week after week, holding my hand,

Cleaning up my vomit.

Ms. Goode?

You haven't finished your treatment yet.

I got to get out of here.

I can't stand it. It's so noisy.

That'll go away soon.

I put a sedative in your I.V. to quell your nerves.

But you're doing great, and you're almost finished.

No, don't patronize me.

I never wanted to be here.

Please take a seat and finish your treatment?

My daughter needs me

as she's never needed me before.

I'm doing this for her.

Not... for me.