American Horror Story (2011–…): Season 6, Episode 3 - Chapter 3 - full transcript

The search for Flora continues as the situation grows more and more dire. The Millers talk to a paranormal expert to help them with their problem.


It was something from a nightmare.




We've had to now

accept the real possibility

that we were looking for a body.

There is no fear like the fear
of losing a child.

It is primal.

And it's wrenching.

Got it.

It's Flora's.

I can't explain it.

Seems like you folks
have been involved

with a lot of that lately.

Well, that's a goddamn thing to say.

I was grateful,

for all the volunteers

who were helping
to look for my daughter.

But the police
were a different matter.

I was a cop.

There are thousands of acres
of woods out there,

places no one's ever seen.

Then what the hell are we waiting on?

Let's get to work.

And I can sense
when something's off.

For all I knew, they were in bed

with the hillbillies
who took my Flora.

As a cop, I knew the chances
of finding my daughter

were cut in half after 36 hours

of her being reported missing.

After 72,

it's less than 30%.

In this country,
over 33,000 kids are missing

at any given time.

Thank you.

Hi. Thank you.
Her name's Flora.

My Flora was not gonna be
one of those damn numbers.

Thank you so much.

We were each responsible
for searching

our own area of the forest.


I didn't want to be out there alone.

To be perfectly honest

I was petrified.

It was a
very stressful situation.

Walking in that forest,

your mind starts to play tricks.

The lights and shadows in the trees

begin to take on forms and shapes.

Creatures, apparitions sprung
from the subconscious.

But what we found...

wasn't just in my imagination.



Don't touch it!

There could be evidence.

Are you sure
that's Flora's?

Look what they did to it.

It's evil.

She was here.

She's close by.



It was something from a nightmare.

About a hundred yards
from where we found the doll,

we stumbled onto
this skeleton of a farm.

Looked like a place no one

wanted to be, but there was
a chance Flora was inside.


Oh, my God.

Who lives like this?


She's not here.

Whole place is empty.

What's that?

Something is still here.


Pigs again.







- Flora!
- Flora.




Matt brought the cops to the farm.

They were just as shocked as we were

by what we found in that barn.

There was no sign of the rest
of the Polk family.

It was like they just took off

and abandoned those...

poor things.

All I kept thinking was
if that family treated

their own flesh and blood
like animals,

what were they doing to my baby?

We did a thorough search
of the farmhouse

and based on what we could gather,

they were occupying
the land illegally.

Now, it looks like they probably
knew we were coming, so they

took the girl and fled before

we could catch them.
I guess they figured

those boys could fend for themselves.

Oh, Jesus.
And now they could be anywhere.

Sir, sir, you can't go in there!

Mason, I'm so sorry.
Where are they?

The boys we found are
in the interview room.

Someone's talking to them now.

I can do my own interrogating.
Hey, sir!

I can't let you go in there.
That's my kid they took!

Mason, let them do their job.

For Flora's sake.

Come on, man.

Come on, brother.

A social worker
tried talking to those boys

to see if they knew anything, but...

they could barely speak.

I'll give you another piece
if you tell me your name.


That was all they said.

It was the only word they knew.

At the time...

none of us understood what it meant.

But we'd later come to understand

that it was a warning.









Flora had been missing

for more than 72 hours.


The FBI agent wasn't gonna say it...

Flora, baby!

...and neither was I.

But we both had to now

accept the real possibility...

...that we were looking
for a body.

It was late.

We hadn't slept in days.

It was time to take a break.

None of us wanted to,
but we couldn't see straight.

But Matt was right--
better to get some rest,

and be fresh and alert
in the morning.

I was exhausted, not myself,

but even on my best day,

I wasn't ready for what
Mason came at me with.

Where is she?

Where's Flora?

I've had enough of this bullshit.

FBI, cops.
Grieving mother bullshit?

Where you hiding her?

Mason, come on.

Lee was with us
when Flora wandered off.

I'm not stupid!

You were gonna lose

custody of her, and you knew it.

You'd have been lucky

to have supervised visitation!

What's your plan?

Have us all look till we wear out?

Then you sneak away with
her to Mexico or something?

Mason, stop.

Now, you know me.

I would never do anything like that.

You did something exactly like that!

You kidnapped her!

From school.

It's time the police heard about it.

If that's really

what you believe,
why are you only saying it now?

Why didn't you tell the police?

I know how the police work.


If they focused on Lee,

suddenly nobody's
out looking for Flora.

Which is exactly what will happen

if you start saying this shit!

It's time for that!

The only way we're gonna

find out where you hid her

is by getting it out of you!

No, Mason.
You know me.

That's our baby out there.

Oh, oh!

Hey, Mason!

Are you all right?
I'm fine.

I'm fine.

We were all on edge.

Running on fumes.

I must've been riding
on adrenaline till then,

'cause the second
my head hit the pillow,

I was out.


Little did we know, none of us

would get much sleep that night.


In fact, our night
was just beginning.

Lee, wake up.

We got to go.
Is it Flora?

Did they find her?
I'm not sure.

Cops, uh...


What is it?

They found something.

A body.

I felt like

the ground had
dropped out from under me

and I was falling.


I had thought the uncertainty,

the not knowing,

was the worst feeling in the world.

But I was wrong.

I was so wrong.

Let me through.
Let me through!

Let me through! Move!



Forensics removed
this from the body.


Oh, my God.

It's Mason.

I was so messed up after seeing Mason

that I almost missed
two alerts on my phone.

Whenever the motion sensors
are activated,

the cameras record everything
to my computer.

That's Lee.

22:13 is about
a quarter after 10:00.

She left the house
15 minutes after Mason.

And that's Lee coming back...


...four hours later.

I know she's your sister,

and blood is thicker than water,

but the cops don't know
what happened last night

and we do.

Shelby, don't go there.

Mason was going to the police
to tell them about Lee.

She was desperate.

Desperate people can do terrible things.


You honestly believe

that I'm capable of murder?

We're all...

Goddamn it!

I will not stand to be accused

and not by my own family.

It's obvious that

I'm not welcome here.
You're right.

We're family, and we trust you, Lee.

But you're right.

We're not welcome here.

None of us are.

Something is trying

to tell us to leave,

and maybe it's time we listen and go.

Stay at a hotel for now.

After what happened,

you should keep the door locked.

I was called

to help you find your little girl.

Who was this guy?

Had the FBI called him?

I mean, my daughter had gone missing.

My ex-husband was dead.

You can understand,
I was a little wary

of strangers.

Called? By who?

By whom.

Uh, sorry.

I always assume
that my reputation arrives

before I do.

It's been said by many
that my ego certainly does.

I don't mean "called"

in any way you'd be familiar with,

via AT&T, or Sprint...

...if you're particularly gauche.

I was sittin' in my home

in the uptown district
of New Orleans,

having a Café Du Monde beignet.

Watching the CNN

about your missing angel.

And a spirit

whispered in my ear

that the mystery to this abduction

is only gonna be untangled

by a man who knows

the comings and goings
of the other side.

We appreciate you coming,
but we're gonna let the FBI

take it from here.

Who has been assigned the case?

Is it Special Agent Greenfield?

He would be my choice.

I worked with him on an abduction

of a child
in the southern Utah desert.

Must be five years gone by now.

We found him.

Alive and well.

He was right.

We looked him up.

There were pictures of him

with the southern regional
director of the FBI.

Stories about him helping to find...

missing children
all over the country.

Gift came to me
when I was nine years old.

My nana couldn't find
her car keys anywhere.

I told her

she had accidentally tossed 'em out

with a takeout food container.

The news stories about him
were compelling.

But come on... psychics?

I was skeptical.

But then he did something
I could not explain.


Can... can you hear that?

She was here.


Flora is not dead.

And she wasn't taken by the living.

Your daughter is with Priscilla.


Who-who is Priscilla?

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

That... that's not possible.

Priscilla isn't real.

Priscilla is real.

She's a child.

She has a fondness
for corn husk dolls.

She died in the late 1500s.

I believed Cricket had
some kind of sight.

There are people with the gift.


Matt thinks I'm too gullible.

I've read about these psychics.

It all seems like magic,

but they are just
really good at the con.

They target people
who are the most desperate

and they find their way in.

M-Maybe he talked to Mason

or someone he knew.

I just had a feeling

that Cricket could help.

So, when he told me
that he needed permission

from the owners of the house

to try a communication
with the spirit world,

I gave it to him.

Spirits of the north,
south, east, west,

Father Sky, Mother Earth,

hear our call.

Gods of this earth and the next,

show us what is hidden.


Sweet Priscilla.

Come speak to us.

We mean you no harm.

Is it her?

Is it Priscilla?

It's another.

A woman.

Horrible woman.
Quick, join hands.

Just join hands!

You'll need your combined strength

to keep yourselves safe.

Who are you?

Why have you taken the child?

I am called The Butcher,

and all that invade
and threaten my land

do me harm.

Show your face, dark woman.

This is the prayer card

of Saint John Gualbert.

He's the saint of mercy,

the patron saint of those who
work and live in the forest.

I ask him to surround us
in his white light.

You can do us no harm.

This was all getting too real.

I mean, you could explain away
knowing about the hiding place

and the corn husk doll,

but I was in that room.

There were no wires,
no special effects.

The candle split on its own,

perfectly, right down the middle.

I couldn't explain it.

I couldn't explain it.

I surround us with the white light
of protection.

I surround us with the white
light of protection.

You cannot harm us!

She has a cleaver.

She's called The Butcher.

She passed over
a long time ago, centuries.

Why do you haunt this place?

I protect this place.

This place is mine.


I shall stop at nothing

to hold safe this colony.

I shall stack the bodies
high as cordwood.

Does she know where Flora is?

Where's the child?

Why have you taken her?

Had I that child,

she would've been flayed
and roasted by now.

Priscilla, the bastard's seed,

hath hidden her away

somewhere beyond our hallowed ground.

I shall not step
one foot off my land.

Never again.

I must protect it
from trespassers such as thee.

Oh, honey,

this land does not belong
to the dead.

You're the trespasser!




The same word
those wild boys uttered.


What the hell was that?!

Where's Flora at?

What did they say?

That word that you said...

Is she afraid?

Is she all right?


What does it mean?

Rest your pretty little heads.

Cricket has all the answers you seek.

The spirits are dark and malevolent,

and they do indeed
have your daughter.


I can take you to her.


I take Visa, MasterCard, Discover...

You damn con artist.

What kind of twisted

low-life preys on
a mother's hopes?

You got the gall to ask for money

after you break out my damn windows?

Hey, Matt!

Matt! He didn't have
anything to do with that.

How could he? We were
with him the whole time.

This crook

could've had someone outside

with a BB gun, shooting on cue.

This whole damn thing

was a Cirque du Soleil bullshit act

to shake us down,

and I wasn't gonna let him
get away with it.

I can see how it's easier
to believe that.

How can your conventional mind

explain away things that you've seen?

Things you cannot be processed

with terrestrial thinking.

But my gift is real.

I tell the truth.

Even the FBI pays.

You are an awful human being.

I perform a service.

I plunge my delicate soul into peril

every time a crying mama comes to me

about her missing chickadee.

My desire is to help.

I didn't give a shit if Cricket
was a psychic or a psycho.

I was done playing games.

It was time for him
to tell us everything he knew.

You can understand my predicament.

When you're peddling
pharmaceuticals, do you give 'em

to all the dying children for free?

Time for some answers.


Hey, put the gun down.

He knows where Flora is.
He's a fraud.

He's just messing
with your head, Lee.

Come on.

Come on, Lee.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Get the hell out of my
house, you piece of shit.



I will be back.

You will invite me.


...all those many years ago.


What did he say to her?


I don't know.

Something about Flora, I suppose.

But it shook her up,

I could see that.

Well, we were all shook up.

Your sister-in-law thought

it was something Cricket Marlowe
whispered to you

before he left.

I don't remember anything like that.
You sure?

Because you went to see him
the next day.

Was that because Cricket Marlowe

said something
about your first daughter?

About Emily?

Emily says hello.

She wonders why you quit looking
for her all those years ago.


How do you know about Emily?

All participants on the show

are subjected to extensive
background checks.

Death certificates
are a matter of public record.

Tell us about Emily.

We need to stop.

You need to turn off those cameras.

I said turn off
those goddamn cameras!

The red light's on.

Are we rolling again?

I was young.

17 when I had Emily.

She had just turned four.

It was around the Fourth of July.

I was running errands

and just had to run
to the grocery store

and grab some sauce real fast.

Five minutes.

I don't know why
I didn't take her in with me.

When I came back to the car,
she was gone.

I never saw her again.

I know how this looks.

I had absolutely nothing to do
with Flora's disappearance

from the house.

If I had, why the hell would
I pay a psychic $25,000

to get her back?

I'm didn't come here for
any more parlor tricks.

You have your money now.

Tell me where Priscilla
has my daughter.

I wish it were that simple.

After I was asked
to leave your house,

I took a stroll
in the surrounding woods.

That's when my mind was blasted.

The spirits downloaded to me
like a paranormal zip drive.

The only way

to save your baby
is to find out everything we can

about the enemy.

The Butcher.

Her Christian name
was Thomasin White.

Her husband John was the governor

of the colony of Roanoke.

Life was harsh for the settlers,

and John was persuaded

to travel back to England
for more supplies.

He left Thomasin in charge

until he returned.

This thin gruel will not quiet
our bellies, we need real food.

Be grateful for what thou art
given, Mr. Cage.

The women receive only half share.

Mother, the people are starving.

And winter is almost upon us.

We must venture inland
if we are to survive.

Sir, we agreed, such a perilous
course of action

requires much prayer
and careful consideration.

There is nothing to consider.

We stay where my husband left us.

Until his return,
I shall hear no more from thee.

Everybody who lives
in North Carolina

knows the history of the Lost Colony.

It's a ghost story people told
around the campfire.

116 settlers disappeared
without a trace.

No bodies, not a single thing
was ever found.

But Roanoke
has nothing to do with us.

With my Flora.

You think I'm selling you
a crock of shit.

You read my mind.
And you're wasting my time.

Now, everyone knows that
Roanoke is nowhere near here.

There's a historical
monument over an hour away.

And we've heard that story
ever since we were kids.

You only think you know the story.


Pestilence requires a firm hand.

A leader shall lead only with
the consent of the governed.

By all true reckoning, thou
hath lost our allegiance.

Thou art hereby removed

from thy position and banished

from our protection.


Thou shalt hang.

I shall live.

As we all shall when
we travel inland.

Please, she will not survive.

Let God's will be done.

I put this on thee, not for spite,

but for justice.

Thou shalt find it as hard to
live with this around thy neck

as it was for us
with thee around ours.

Pledge fealty to our cause.

Thy loyalty must be absolute.

I cannot.

Her fate is sealed.

Thine own fate
hangeth in the balance.

Beg for a reprieve, Mother.

I bend my knee to no man.

God have mercy.

She was abandoned.

In the forest for days.

She was dying of hunger and thirst.

Thomasin had lost all hope.

All she had left were her prayers.

I repent...

I repent,

for the kingdom of heaven is nigh.

My Lord,

if I'm to be torn apart

by wild beasts, it is thy will.

I surrender my soul...

for thy safe keeping.



Surrender thy soul...

to me.

So we all agree, then.

Take the trail inland.

There's a clearing by the river
where we can all settle.


I have been purified

by my torment in the wilderness.

Let no man mistake God's will.

The mistake was returning here.

Beg for a reprieve, Ambrose.


have mercy.

Were thou not birthed
of mine own treacherous flesh,

I would cut thy throat

and hurl thee into bloody damnation.

Do not defy me again.

So we stay.


We go inland.

The colony moved here?

That's how your paths
crossed with The Butcher.

She claims dominion,

and for this land
she will kill you all.

Are you sure we should be out here?

We just have to trust
him now, Shelby.

May I have the bonnet, please?



Show yourself, precious.

Don't be afraid.

Oh, ho, ho, ho.

We're not alone here, chickens.

Oh, I feel heat.

The Butcher and some of her muscle.


The defilers present themselves
for slaughter.

Harm us,

and only more will follow.

And you will never have

the peace that you seek.

But there's a way that we can all get

what we want.

I will attend.


Bring us the mortal girl.

Compel Priscilla

to give up her playmate.

Help her understand

there can be no friendship
between the dead

and the living.

As soon as Flora is safe with us,

my clients will be gone!

Bag and baggage!

And we'll make sure

that no one else comes here again.

We'll burn the house down.

We never agreed to that!

Flora's everything that I have!

She's my daughter.
You wouldn't understand!

And we did agree to it.

Who agreed to it?

Matt agreed to it.

Where is he?

Matt? Matt?

I wasn't surprised
that Lee went back to Cricket.

Or even that she wrote him
a big check.

She was desperate.

We all were.

What surprised me

was Matt.

I still have no memory
of slipping away.

And I...

I certainly have no memory

of what Shelby says she saw
when she found me.



Cricket assured me The Butcher
had agreed to the deal.

But now both Matt
and Shelby were gone.

We looked for them
for what seemed like an hour.

Matt finally emerged, confused.

He had no idea
where he had been. And Shelby...

well, apparently, she had gone
back to the house on her own.



Oh, thank God.

Thank God, I thought you were hurt.



Don't touch me.

Whoa. What? What?

What are you talking about?
What's wrong?

What's wrong?

Are you kidding me?

You went behind my back

and agreed to burn our house down.


You were out in the woods

having sex with that woman.

Who is she, Matt?

Who is she?

What woman?

Don't you dare try to gaslight me.

I saw you with her,

screwing her up against this tree

while those hillbillies watched.

It was disgusting.

Shelby, I don't know
what you're talking about.


Cuff her.


Hey. Hey!

Anything you say can and will

be used against you
in a court of law.


You have a right to an attorney.
Put her in the car.

Wait a minute.
Wait, wait, wait!

What did you do?

Get off me. Let...

I don't know
what you're talking about.