American Terror Story (2019) - full transcript

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We will feed her.

Oh, no.

Molly.

Molly, get up.

Let me in.

Bobbi.

Jesus, Alvin, do you
know what time it is?

Can I please just use your bathroom?

Are you okay?

- You look sick.
- Look, I need



to use the bathroom,
can I use the bathroom?

- No!
- Please.

Did you hear that?

What are you talking about?

She's following me.

Are you okay?

Well, if you're not gonna talk to me,

just don't come back.

I don't wanna see you again, I just.

Oh come on, come on.

Molly, Bobbi, Molly.

No.

No, no, no, no.

Why?



Dammit, Alvin, I'll call the police.

Sarah.

Oh, hey.

How'd you do?

How do you mean?

On the test.

I did pretty all right, how about you?

Less than.

History just doesn't click with me.

I could seriously use a study
buddy if you're interested.

I don't know...

Oh, come on, it'll be fun.

You can come over to my new place,

which I know you haven't been to yet,

and I could make you a smoothie

and you could help me get my grades up.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Oh, perfect, thank you.

I'll text you with the address later.

- Okay, see ya then.
- Bye.

Surprisingly edible.

Right?

Oh hey, how's that, are
you writing that one thing?

What was it?

I don't know.

You know, sometimes I just
hate how much I love to write.

Like, I've been trying to write
this book for two years now,

but I just keep getting distracted

and writing stupid things
that don't even matter.

Like what?

I don't know.

I guess I'm just looking
for the right inspiration.

Whatever that is.

Look, all you need to know
is that the transcontinental

railroad was build between 1863 and 1869,

and that connected the San
Francisco Bay Area with...

See that's the problem right there,

I don't remember dates
and names very well, so.

Okay, well, should we come up

with a pneumonic device to help you out?

Probably, yeah.

Okay.

It's my roommate.

Oh, my God.

Jesus, it is about frickin' time.

The door was unlocked, dumb ass.

- Oh, I resent that, okay?
- Great.

Oh, hey you.

It's Sarah.

Yeah, from biology
class, what's goin' on?

Okay, go away, we're studying.

Oh yeah, excuse the hell

out of me for trying to assault her...

Also, can you pick up your shit?

- Yeah, Mom.
- Great.

Okay, transsexual railroad 1869.

I didn't know that you
and Josh were roommates.

Oh yeah, I try to forget about it.

Oh, how long have you known each other?

Uh, since middle school I think.

We kinda grew up together,
our parents are neighbors.

- Didn't know that.
- Yeah.

How long have you lived together?

Wait a minute.

Wait, seriously?

I didn't say anything.

No, this would be perfect.

He would totally go for your type.

Forget it, it's, what
do you mean your type?

Um, you know like, cute nerdy girl

that likes to write and wears glasses.

But honestly though,
he's a really good guy

and once you get to know
him, he's pretty great.

Once you get past his rock and roll shit,

stick thing he's doing.

So, he's single?

No he's not.

He has a girlfriend, but she's a bitch.

So, I think that you'd
be a lot better for him.

No, no, I'm not the kinda
girl to swoop in like some

vulture and snatch up boys
from their girlfriends.

So, Walter is having
a little shindig over

at this creepy ass old
house that his uncle bought.

The bud will be blowin' and
the drink will be flowin'.

Did you make that up yourself?

- Yeah, I did.
- You should get more.

- Thank you for that.
- It's good.

Yeah, so are we gonna do this or not?

Hell yeah.

Sweet.

Oh, I think I'm just
gonna stay in tonight.

Oh, well I'm gonna go
and take a shower, so.

You're just gonna stay in?

It's last minute.

Come on, Sarah.

How do you expect to be a writer

if you don't have any personal experience?

No, I'm serious, like two minutes
ago you were talking about

how you need some inspiration.

This could be it, you never know.

You might make some new friends,

and if you don't have any fun,

I will personally escort you home.

She's here.

Nice of you to show up.

- What did I do this time?
- What did you do?

Do you see how your daughter talks to me?

Where do you think you're going?

To my room.

We're your parents, we deserve
to know where you've been.

You know, we put food on your table

and a roof over your head.

You live here, you live under our rule.

Are you even listening to me?

Get your hand off of me.

God.

God dammit.

Okay, you know what?

I thought that once I went to college,

maybe things would change around here.

But you just sit there and you let her go

at me every god damn day.

So you wanna know something, mom?

I'm gonna go hang out with
my fucking friends, okay?

Something you wouldn't
know anything about.

Ouch.

God, is this necessary?

No.

Then why are we doing it?

Because this is what girls

do to get ready for parties.

See, that wasn't so bad.

I am really not the type
for this sort of thing.

Everybody's the type
for this sort of thing.

Even guys need a little
makeover every once in a while.

Their skin's always so dry.

I don't know, makeovers and
makeup's just not my thing.

Think I look fine without it.

Oh, definitely.

You're beautiful, but
this is just gonna make

some of your best features pop.

I'm glad you could make it.

Sarah, yeah.

It should be interesting.

Yeah, well, at least you two look nice.

Thanks.

So how's the band going?

Ah, it's okay, I guess.

Our drummer keeps
flaking out on rehearsal.

It's a little shaky right
now, but you know how it is.

But, I did bring my acoustic
so I can play us some tunes.

Sounds good.

Sarah, what do you do?

I work a bookstore on campus.

Not your job, I mean,
what do you really do?

Uh, I'm a writer, I guess.

What, like stories?

Yeah, stories mostly.

That's cool.

I like to think I write stories
myself through my music.

So how far are we?

We're not too far.

What exactly is this place?

I'm not really 100% sure.

I guess Walter's uncle
bought this abandoned house

and he's tryin' to have a party there

before they tear it down or something.

Makes sense to me.

Wait, who's this Walter guy?

He's a friend of ours.

Oh you know him, he's the ginger guy

with the skinny little ass.

In love with his car.

Yeah, I'll definitely
recognize him now, thanks Kelsey.

So, what part of town are we win?

Somewhere on south side,
it's a dinky little place.

Barely even part of town at all.

Yeah, it's kinda shitty.

I don't know, I kinda like it.

It's got like this small town vibe to it.

I have to agree.

Oh, God.

I hate sitting down for
long periods of time.

I get motion sickness really bad.

I'm gonna...

Yeah.

Sup guys?

Find the place all right?

Ah, not too bad.

Here, big guy.

Hey, always a pleasure.

You cut off all your hair, man.

Yeah, it was time for a change.

Real smart, man.

I mean, I know you're
not, but you look like it.

Who's this?

This is Sarah.

She is one of Kelsey's friends.

Ah, and
where's that troublemaker?

Walter!

Whoa, holy shit.

How are you doin' sweetheart?

- I'm good.
- Good, good.

Have you met my friend, Sarah?

I have, Josh was just introducing us

and doing a terrible job as usual.

Hey.

So you guys ready to check it out?

Let's do it.

I love this one.

Are you guys ready to
get this party started?

- Hell yeah.
- Yeah.

So how many people are coming tonight?

Well, only a couple of people actually

got back to me, besides you guys.

Didn't feel like calling it off since

we weren't gonna have
the house much longer.

So it's just us then?

How is this a party?

Well, Jodie and Paul stopped by earlier.

Drank four of my beers and then went

to get something to eat.

And Bobby said he'd stop
by later with his crew,

but you know those guys, so.

So not really all that
popular this week, are we?

Nobody wants to party with us.

Oh, speak for yourself, man.

I mean, we've got the
J and we've the tunes

and we've got the brews.

So, sounds like a party to me.

Um, I've only actually
done this once before

and it didn't really do anything.

It's cool, nobody feels
anything their first time.

It's easy, just relax and
take in a deep breath.

Oh, okay

Yeah, feelin' it this time?

Yeah, I think so.

I've always heard if
you're not coughin',

you're not feelin' it.

Wow, who knew you
were such a philosopher.

Hey, I totally am.

Who knows that we're here?

- My uncle, he's cool with it.
- Oh.

Does your uncle drive
like a beat down truck?

No, he drives a Mercedes.

Like a really nice S
Class, with a VNC TGPS.

Forward lookin' infrared.

It's fast as hell, man.

It's like five and a half
liter, turbo charged V12

with a six speed automatic.

He's too loaded to drive a truck.

I'm just tryin' to be that good nephew.

There's a lot to be said
about a man with no kids

and more money than he
spend before he dies.

Wow, piece of shit.

No, it's not like that.

He's my uncle, I love him, but I mean,

he's a racist and he hates women.

So, I mean fuck him, right?

You know what that reminds me of?

We should take shots.

Now that's an idea.

All righty.

So tell me about this truck.

Oh, it's nothing.

I think that the weed
is just getting to me,

feeling paranoid or something.

Here, take this.

It'll help loosen you up.

Um, not really sure I
wanna get drunk tonight.

Who said anything about
getting drunk, it's one shot.

What should we cheers to?

This dope ass house.

To the dope house.

To the dope house.

You know, this place really is cool.

When was it built?

I don't know, old.

I bet you that, looking
at the stonework outside

it's probably like the turn
of the century or something.

Sarah, really? We are a
party and all you can talk

about is the architecture of the house.

Hey, leave her alone, man.

This place is pretty legit.

We should go check it out.

May as well.

I mean, nobody else is here, right?

Guys, really?

Hey, we might find like a
big bag of money or something.

Or a bag full of pot.

- Let's do it.
- Let's do it.

Where do you think it goes?

I don't know if we should open that.

Yeah, no.

No, no, no, no.

There could be a bum down there

that has been squattin'
for God knows how long,

and he heard us partying
and I am not about

to deal with a pissed off hobo.

I'm just sayin'.

- Oh, God.
- Not doin' it.

Does anybody have a pocket knife?

Ooh.

- Yeah.
- What, I was a boy scout.

Right.

For like six months.

Well all right then.

Thank you, sir.

You guys see anything down there?

It's, it's not that impressive.

Oh, my God.

Walter!

What?

Really?

Hey, check it out.

What is it?

Come see.

What the fuck was that?

I don't know, it sounded like it

came from inside the house.

I think it came from the front room.

Let's go.

Walter.

Now, what the fuck is goin' on here?

Excuse me, who are you?

Yeah, I could ask the same question.

You teenagers think you can
just come in here and break in

private property and start stealin' shit?

What do you think this
is, a third world country?

It's god damn America boy,
and we got laws around here.

Now you guys better leave before

I get my gun and I make you.

First of all, sir, we're not teenagers.

And second of all, this property belongs

to Jeffery Daniels,
I'm his nephew, Walter.

Walter Daniels.

Yeah, I don't know a Walter Daniels.

Look, I don't mean to be
rude man, but at this point,

you're the one that's trespassing,

and I'm gonna have to ask
you to leave or I'm gonna be

forced to call the police, all right?

And tell 'em what?

Explain to them what the hell
you guys are doin' in here?

I mean, come on, give me a break.

Now, listen here, I'll
cut you guys a deal.

You don't call the cops, all right?

I'll let you continue your little party,

and you share some of
those goodies with me.

Let me get this straight.

You're gonna come in here
and ask to party with us

after you barge in uninvited, unannounced,

and then threaten to kick
us out with your gun?

Is that about right?

All right, some things were said.

Yeah.

It's cool now.

Come on, guys, I'm just like you.

I like the simple pleasures of life.

I like a good beer.

I like some good old
fashioned American reefer.

Now just share it with me and it's good.

Come on, guys.

- Fuck this guy.
- I agree, fuck you, guy.

Why don't you come say that
to my face, you little bitch.

I just did.

Hey, you know what?

You know what, how about we
all just head out, all right?

Seriously?

You would rather leave
than party with Dewayne?

- Yeah.
- Yes, yes.

Definitely, absolutely would.

Suit your fuckin' selves then.
You know what I'm gonna do,

I'm gonna call the cops my damn self.

You know, I'm gonna tell 'em
that you're over here sellin'

dope and you're makin' porno movies.

Oh, oh, that's a good one.

You guys need to leave and I mean now.

Thanks for the beer, asshole.

Are you about to let
this guy kick us outa here?

Yeah man, the party's over.

Have a good night, Dewayne.

Fuck you and your red shoes.

Uh huh.

Fuckin' kids.

What the hell?

Who's there?

Jeeper.

What are you doin'?

Don't do this.

Please.

Don't do it.

I don't see why we couldn't
just stay here to party.

Why didn't we go to your house?
Your place is fuckin' huge.

I just thought
it would be exciting.

You can't say it wasn't interesting.

Interesting is an
understatement, my friend.

I wonder what was in the basement?

Oh, sorry.

You know, I'm actually
not feeling that good.

I think I'm gonna turn in, sorry.

It's all right.

We'll hang out next time, right?

Right.

Want me to walk you out?

Yeah, thanks.

You okay?

You wanna talk about something?

I think that I saw
something in the basement.

Yeah, like what?

I don't know, I keep on trying
to convince myself that it

was Walter's shadow, but I'm not so sure.

Forget it, it's stupid.

Sarah, just tell me.

I thought that I saw a little
girl standing behind Walter,

but then when he went to flash

his light on her, she was gone.

And I know what it sounds like, but...

A little girl in the basement of a house

that's been locked from the outside.

She okay?

Yeah, she'll be fine.

She just got a little spooked is all.

Where are you going?

Hey.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Well, um, yeah.

It's, the night's still sorta
young and it is a weekend.

So, I don't know, I just, I
know this really cool place,

it's just a few blocks away.

I was thinkin' we could go

and we could check it out if you want to.

Um, okay, yeah.

Why not.

Cool, well, I'll drive.

Okay.

Well, I think it's probably
time that I head home.

You good to drive, buddy?

No, but I've been worse.

Tuck Josh in for me, will ya?

- Will do.
- Appreciate it.

Sorry it's kind of a mess in here.

We haven't really been in
here in a while, you know?

Feels good though.

Kinda makes me feel creative again.

You should play me something.

- Ooh.
- Oh, come on.

I've never heard you play before.

Uh, that's no surprise,
Kelsey hates our band.

The fuck?

Come on.

Oh, thank God.

What, oh, my God.

Whoa, whoa.

This is gonna scratch my car.

What?

Hello?

Yeah.

What do you mean?

There wasn't anything
wrong with him, was there?

Are you kidding?

Walter was one of the
happiest people I've ever met.

He had financial security.

Got that new car.

He loved that thing.

You guys don't think it had anything

to do with that house, do you?

What are you talking about?

You gotta admit, there was
something off about that place.

Okay, the pentagram that
we found in the basement,

and last night I had this crazy dream.

Oh, my God, Sarah.

This is not one of your story books, okay?

This is real life.

Our friend killed himself.

Kelsey!

You know, Kelsey, I
didn't mean to upset you.

Kelsey.

Great.

She'll be fine.

Yeah, I know.

It's my fault.

I probably shouldn't have
jumped to occult theory so soon.

You don't really think it has anything

to do with that house, do you?

I don't know, maybe.

It's just this feeling that I get.

You know, maybe I'm crazy,

but I think that we should go back.

Well, I did leave my knife there,

and there was half a joint in the ashtray.

We probably need to go
back and clean that up

before Walter's uncle gets there.

Hope he doesn't blame anything
on our party last night,

and that redneck Dewayne.

He'll find any excuse to start shit.

Yeah, let's go.

Okay.

What the hell is he doing here?

I don't know.

I say we find out.

Do you smell that?

It's even worse than last time.

That is definitely not
the same smell as last time.

Did somebody throw up in here last night?

Not that I'm aware of.

- Oh, shit.
- What?

Oh, my God, oh shit.

- Oh, shit!
- Shit!

Oh, what the fuck happened to him?

Oh, my God, I think he shot himself.

Something is going on.

Careful.

Should we call the police?

Hell no, I am not
gettin' blamed for that.

We need to get outa here.

So, what's next?

I don't know.

So the library, huh?

You do know there's this cool
thing called the internet?

I don't know if you've heard of it.

We're at the library because
some of the information

I need might not be on the internet.

Also, I can always get
more work done here,

rather than at some little coffee shop.

And what exactly
are we looking for?

Not really sure.

I did have a pretty weird
dream last night, though.

It was about the house.

There was this little girl there

and someone called her Hei'an.

I think she was a child
bride or something.

Wait a second, you're
basing your research

on a nightmare that you had?

Yeah, but.

Okay, I am almost positive
that I saw that little girl

in the basement, standing behind Walter.

She was just standing there,

and then he goes to turn his light on her,

but she disappeared.

- Disappeared?
- Yeah.

Like a ghost, disappeared?

Maybe?

I'm not buyin' into it.

Enough crazy shit has
happened to us since

we left that house to
warrant some questions.

Don't you think?

Yeah, no shit.

If you'da told me a week ago
that Walter was gonna commit

suicide and that I was
gonna find a dead redneck

on the floor of an abandoned house,

I would've said that you are having

a bad acid trip, my friend.

What are you lookin' at?

So this says that the
second owner of the house,

Charlotte Morgan, was arrested
multiple times between 1900

and 1904 for different counts
of prostitution and pandering.

In December, 1908, she sold
the house and disappeared.

Okay, what good does
that do us now, though?

It doesn't, but it's the
only lead that we have.

So you're saying that
this child that you may

or may not have seen,
might or might not be

the ghost of a Chinese child prostitute?

And she made Walter kill himself?

I can't believe this.

No, I can't believe you.

No, no, no, no, you listen to me.

Walter was one of my best
friends in the entire world

and I cannot believe that you are doing

this to me right now.

Kelsey.

Kelsey?

Kelsey!

Kelsey are you, oh shit!

Move.

Kelsey, oh, my God, Kelsey.

Oh, my God, Kelsey.

Can I come in?

I'm sorry about your friends.

If you wanna talk about anything,

I just want you to know, I'm here for you.

It's not even anything
you could understand.

Maybe not.

I think something is killing us.

When I went out the other night,

we went to this old abandoned house.

We were gonna throw a little
party away from everyone else.

But, I think that a ghost,
spirit or something,

has been following us ever since.

Making us kill ourselves.

Okay, I don't even care what you think.

I just wanted to tell somebody about it.

It's okay, it's okay.

You just promise you
won't tell Mom, okay?

Maybe if there's something
occult in the works,

we could find some kind
of ritual or something.

Fuck it, if we're gonna die.

I say let's do it together.

What are you talking about?

This has been by far the
shittiest week of my life.

Two of my best friends are dead

and now we're being hunted
by a fucking ghost child.

I'm just sayin', I don't think that there

is a way out of this.

Okay so, you wanna just
give up and accept death?

I mean, what do you want me to do?

We're runnin' out of options here.

I mean, we're dyin'.

What?

Okay, you know, I really
didn't think that you were

the kinda guy that
would give up so easily.

Well I don't think you
understand the situation.

We are going to die, Sarah.

There's no way outa this.

Says who?

Sarah, come on.

You know, I don't give a shit whether

or not you wanna quit, but
I'm not gonna stop looking

until I'm dead like Kelsey and Walter

or until I can end this thing,

and you can either help me or you can die.

So we'll just talk to her.

It will be fine.

We should've called you sooner.

I'm here to help.

- Thank you.
- It's no problem.

Oh, here she is now.

Hey, Sarah.

Hey, Sarah, I want you
to come meet Dr. Schafer.

Pleased to meet you, Sarah.

Please, sit down.

Let's have a little chat.

What is this?

Well, actually, it's about you, Sarah.

Your parents have become worried enough

that they asked for help.

So you're a shrink?

Sarah, your mom and dad tell me that

you have had some friends
commit suicide recently

and that you're having
some hallucinations.

We're just worried that
you've experienced some trauma

from losing so many people in
such a short period of time.

Sorry, I really, I can't do this.

- Sarah, wait.
- Please just stop.

Hold on, let her go.

Let's leave her alone for now.

She's gonna be okay, right?

Fuck.

God.

Oh, my God.

God, that bitch.

Oh, my God, are you kidding me?

Fuckin' God.

Molly, go down to the basement

and get us a couple more bottles of wine.

Oh, God.

Miss Charlotte.

Go back up and tend
to the customers, child.

But Miss Charlotte.

I said, go.

Poor child.

Waste not, want not.

Yes?

Good morning, is Sarah in?

What's this have to do with?

This man here, his name is Josh Sloane.

A friend of his found his body recently

in a band rehearsal space.

His roommate, Kelsey Cox, was
also found recently deceased.

Oh, my God.

Sarah was a friend of both of theirs,

and my understanding is she may have been

the last person to see him alive.

I would like to ask her a few questions.

Sure, she's upstairs.

I'll go get her.

Is she a suspect?

The owner of the practice
space said he heard Sarah

and Josh have an argument
the night before.

We really can't assume anything.

- Come on in.
- Thank you.

She's not here.

She must be at the library.

She goes early when it's not too busy.

She does a lot of research there.

She's trying to be a writer.

Dispatch, I'm gonna need a BOLO.

Person of interest, Sarah Jensen.

Brunette, Caucasian, female.

Five foot, nine.

Five foot, nine, about
115 pounds, 24 years of age.

You will need to contact me if
she calls or if she comes by.

Thank you.

That asshole left his folder.

It's fucking ridiculous.

Fuck.

One other person, a young asian
girl known only as Hei'an,

has said to have been seen
at the premises recently.

Hei'an.

Son of a bitch.

Dispatch, I'm gonna need
backup at my location.

I've got a body.

Hey, Sarah Jensen.

Oh, my God.

Okay, sweetheart, I'm
gonna have to ask you to drop

that weapon and get your
hands up where I can see 'em.

What the fuck is going on?

What's going on is we're
gonna have a little chat

about your dead friends
Kelsey Cox and Josh Sloane.

Drop it.

But Josh Sloane isn't dead.

- Drop it.
- Fuck.

Turn around, get 'em up.

Yeah, Josh is dead.

What the fuck is that?

What is that?

You fucked us.

Don't you fuckin' move.

Dispatch this is Parker,
where's that backup?

Please, just let me do
this, you don't know...

Shut up!

Dispatch, this is Parker, do you copy?

You don't know what the
fuck you're doing, dude.

- Dispatch.
- You don't know

what you're doing!

- Okay, fuck you.
- Jesus christ.

Get off.

Hey, get off!

Let's go, up, up, up.

Let's go.

Up, we need to talk about it.

- Open the door!
- Oh, my God.

Open the fucking door.

This isn't
me I'm not doing this.

I'm trying to, I'm only
trying to help you.

Open the god damn.

Officer down, officer.

Oh, my God.

Hei'an.

Hei'an.

Hei'an.

Hey look at me.

I can help you, please.

Hei'an, I can help you.

Please, quit.

Oh, my God.

Thank you, God.

Hello, Sarah, how did you sleep?

Dr. Robinson tells me that he
has changed your medication

to something a little stronger

to help you with your nightmares.

I know this not ideal,
but you're gonna have

to work through this.

These delusions that you're having

about your friends and this spirit child.

When did they begin?

I'm just trying to help you.

Things will get better, I promise.

Don't make promises you can't keep.

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