American Horror Story

WOMAN (distantly): Fiona.

Fiona!

I thought you had gone with the other girls

down to Jackson Square

to burn your bra.

Why?

So I can gag on the toxic fumes coming off

all that burning Playtex?

No, thanks.

Fiona, you're wicked.

When did you first know you were destined

to become the next Supreme?

I was just 29 years old

when the reigning Supreme at the time,

MiMi DeLongpre,

called a Council and I performed the Seven Wonders

and was unanimously proclaimed to be the true born heir

of the Supremacy.

I wasn't talking about the Council.

When did you know? In your bones?

Well, I will tell you.

By the time I was your age,

I had already been

manifesting multiple powers.

It's not unusual for a talented witch

to manifest four,

even five innate gifts

once she starts to flower.

But that does not make you the Supreme.

Only the mastery of the Seven Wonders could prove that.

So let me prove it.

Don't be a fool. You're still a child.

Even if you are next in line.

I am ready.

And I say you're not.

Because you don't want

to be replaced... by me.

Careful, girl.

Don't test my wrath.

They say when a new Supreme starts to flower,

the old Supreme begins to fade.

You've been fading Anna Leigh.

Shall I show you my power?

You're weak, Anna Leigh.

We both know why.

Diabetes, heart trouble, liver failure.

God knows what else.

As I get stronger, you get weaker.

You vicious little gash.

I've seen the ruin you will bring this coven

if you are allowed to take power now.

You're a selfish, craven little child, Fiona.

And I will make it my mission

to ensure that you will never take the throne.

I'll see you burn in hell first.

Fine, save me a spot.

What's the matter?

Cat got your tongue?

It's a dance, a dance no one ever had to teach me.

A dance I've known since I first saw

my reflection in my father's eyes.

My partners have been princes

and starving artists,

Greek gods and clowns.

And everyone of them certain they lead.

But it's always my dance.

I make the first move,

which is no move at all.

I've always just understood

that they will eventually find themselves

in front of me.

Primitive, beautiful animals.

Their bodies responding

to the inevitability of it all.

It's my dance

and I have performed it

with finesse and abandon

with countless partners.

Only the faces change.

And all this time,

I never suspected

the night would come when the dance would end.

I always respect a good hard slap.

Just don't make me look like a goddamn trout

when I walk out of here.

Is that the video?

Yes, as we discussed.

But please let me underline

that this is an instructional video

shot for surgeons.

If I am going to commit to butchery,

I want to see exactly

how the sausage is made.

As you can see,

the human face isn't attached to the skull at all.

After I make the initial incision... here,

then I'll have the freedom

to stretch and tighten the skin.

Then fat cells harvested through liposuction

are packed in the cheekbones

to create fullness.

So, what made you come to see me?

No one else has bothered.

I've been feeling so haunted.

It all seemed so unfair, so random.

You know, a truly decent person like him.

I can't even imagine what it must be like for you.

Losing your son.

He had a stash in his room.

I've been sleeping in there.

I'm driving.

They didn't tell me he had a girl.

It wasn't romantic,

Mrs. Spencer.

I see.

Well, you're a good friend.

That's what matters.

God bless him.

When his father left,

he became the man of this house.

He worked part-time

as an SAT tutor.

He did repairs.

People said that's a lot of pressure to put on a boy.

He was just a...

he was a natural gentleman in his bones.

Yeah.

Yeah.

He was like that.

Can I share something with you?

I don't want to burden you.

Of course.

That's why I came.

I almost didn't answer.

But something told me I should.

You were a saint to make that call, you sweet girl.

I wish I was as sweet as you think.

: I wish I could hold him again.

And kiss him.

If only to say good-bye.

You'll see him again.

I envy you believers.

I don't know how it works either.

But I'm telling you, Mrs. Spencer.

Kyle has not left us.

He's cute.

Like butter on a stick.

What are you two yapping about?

Our new neighbors moving in next door.

Where's your modesty?

Put your shirt on.

It's totally wet, Mom.

"Hell is naked before him and destruction hath no covering."

Get in the house, put on a clean shirt.

I believe we can build

on the progress we've made.

LaLAURIE: Oh, no... And continue to fight

for new jobs, new opportunity,

a new security for the middle class...

Why, oh, Lord,

my God have you forsaken

this once proud country?

Oh, God.

Are you blubbering again?

Eternal life...

and all you can do with it is stuff your face and cry.

That magic box lies.

Somebody...

somebody in there...

they just said that...

that-that Negro...

is the President of the United States.

I voted for him. Twice.

We've also had black secretaries of states,

Supreme Court justices,

and even the poet laureate.

Lies.

You know, you've got a lot to learn.

And you're gonna learn it right here

inside the walls of this school.

Oh, God...

help me.

Congratulations, kiddo.

You... are the new maid.

Maid.

Have you any idea

with whom you are speaking?

Yes.

The maid unless you want to go back in the box.

Can't stop thinking about our new neighbor.

He's nice.

He's waiting for someone.

Maybe he likes a little chocolate.

It's hilarious to listen

to you virgins get all hot and bothered.

I'm not a virgin.

I'm not.

I get it on all the time.

And guys find me hot.