American Horror Story (2011–…): Season 8, Episode 7 - Traitor - full transcript

With her powers waning, Cordelia enlists the help of Coco to bring justice for the coven and take the first step in stopping Michael.

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- Do you have it?
- Of course.

Do you?

Did she feel the pain?

That bitch tried
to steal my husband.

I want that whore
to have felt the pain.

I'm gonna need
something from you.

Toenails? Nasty.

You really hate your husband.


I hate his wandering dick.

Strawberries make it
go down easier.



That's it?

Tell all your friends.

The voodoo queen
can fix any problem.

When he wakes up,

he's not gonna remember a thing.

And from this moment on,

his dick won't get hard
for anyone but you.


Making house calls?

I can't believe
you would dare show your face,

after what you witches done
to our queen.

God rest her soul.

You know we had nothing
to do with that.

Fact is, Marie Laveau's demise

elevated you
to the queen of voodoo.

What's a queen without subjects?

Or a domain?

There's too much poverty
and crime in New Orleans

to scratch out a goddamn living.

And out here,

not enough white folks
come to us for voodoo.

They don't want to be
appropriating our culture.

I call bullshit.

The only thing that matters in
this world isn't white or black.

It's green.

You got money,
all the doors open.

Maybe you can open one for me.

I need your help, Dinah.

You're the most powerful witch
in the world.

What can I do that you couldn't?

Get me a meeting
with Papa Legba.

You're at a crossroads,

That would be the only reason

you need to talk
to the voodoo devil.

I'll owe you one.

I don't do favors.



Season 08 Episode 07
Episode Title: "Traitor"

Merry Christmas, dearest.

I hope you like it.

It's never easy shopping
for the most beautiful woman

in the world.
Oh, hoh! Darling.

It doesn't matter...

What the hell is this?

I always feel so inadequate

whenever you wear heels,

You know how sensitive
I am about my height.

Why worry about your height

when you're so inadequate
in so many other areas?

H-H-H-Here we go.

- Mm.
- Try to remember

that this is the season
of giving.

Well, this is what I would like
to give you!

You haven't the guts.

Neither have you.

And I fucked
your business partner

every year since 1972.

Grandma? Grandma?

I heard a noise.

Is Santa here?

Oh, not yet, sweetie.

Now, you go back to bed,

because if he knows
you're awake,

you might scare him off.

Horrible old bastard.



If you're collecting
for charity,

I don't give to charity.

We interrupt to bring you

this emergency news bulletin.

The individual who escaped
from the Brisbane Asylum

for the Criminally Insane
has now been identified

as the notorious
Decapitation Killer.

He is a white male,
six feet tall,

and dressed
in a Santa Claus suit.

If spotted, do not attempt
to engage the killer,

but immediately contact
the police.

Ho ho ho.

It's Santa!
He's coming down the chimney!

- Ho ho ho.
- No!


To the neighbors!

Ho ho ho.


Ho ho... Cut!

- Sorry.
- Jesus Christ.

My bad. It's my dry throat.

Will someone get Santa
a cough drop?

And please get me out of here.

Come on, Bubbles.

- Ow. God.
- You all right?

- Who cast that guy?
- I don't know.

Hey, but we're gonna rehearse
your stunt later,

- all right?
- No.

Oh, I, I got the lines right.

This is killing me, this belt.


Ooh, thanks.


Hey, the old broad still has it.

Oh, man, I got to take a shit.

I suppose, for you,

taking a shit
is a form of reproduction.

Go on.

Go to it. Go on.

You still have
a way with people.

Well, well, well.

So, the disturbing rumors
are true.

You are back.

Which is more
than I can say for you.

Didn't you already make
this movie?

Before they had sound?

When was the last time that you
were on a movie set, missy?

I mean other than the ones
in which the actors

don't have to wear protection.

You were one of the reasons
why I left the coven.

As the only witch
who was also an actress...

- Says you.
- I repeat,

as the only witch
who was also an actress,

I decided that I didn't want
to be living like a nun

and herding
all those spoiled brats

when I could be out
honing my craft.

- Your craft?
- Yes.

Witchcraft is a talent
that I was born with.

But acting, I had to work for.

I had to struggle.

You and your generation think
that you can get

whatever you want
with the click of a mouse

or the uttering of a spell.

But, let me tell you,
to achieve something,

that's magic
of the highest order.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Well, I didn't come here
to visit.

You've been summoned.


We are facing a situation.

Like, a world situation.

Like "everything we know hangs
in the balance" kind of thing.

So it's all hands on deck.

Even the ones with age spots.

Get your broom.


You bitch.

Wow, I think I've seen
her in a movie before.

I wonder what kind of panties
she's got on.

Yesterday was silk.

I'm sorry?

But I prefer to wear nothing.

Wait, that's your power?

What you are witnessing,
my dear,

is my human wiles.

Bubbles has the power
of lectio animo.

The ability to listen
to someone's very soul.

So the bitch reads minds.

Bubbles knows exactly how

to extract the truth
in any situation,

which is precisely why
we need her.

I'm presuming the two of you
go way back

to the very dawn of time.

We were young witches
at the academy

and we became instant friends.

To this day,

my mastery of the art of
fellatio is unparalleled,

thanks to this special teacher
here at the table.

Okay, let me be the adult here

and redirect this trip
down memory lane.

We have a real fucking problem.

Our next Supreme has us
barreling towards annihilation.

The issue here is not only
Michael, it's the warlocks.

They're protecting him.
Ariel Augustus...

You think he's dangerous,

Hell-bent on clearing
a path for Michael...

yet with nary a detail
of what you heard,

you expect me to read his mind.

Did you just read hers?

Like a Sidney Sheldon novel,

Then you must know the gravity
of the situation.

That Michael is the spawn
of Satan?

Yes, that thought has been
traipsing through Madison's mind

ever since she first
sat down here.

I know that a male Supreme is
a tough pill to swallow,

but it won't be the literal end
of the world.

Just come with us to Hawthorne.

I'll arrange a dinner; I'll even
steer the conversation.

But we need you to find out
what Ariel knows

and... what he's planning.

If you won't do it for
the future of the planet,

perhaps you'll do it to repay me
for my decades of loyalty.

Out of all the people currently
in your life,

I'd wager there's only one
who's come close enough

to learn your actual age.

Ha. Hmm.


Are you sure about this,

Make a deal with Papa Legba
and he will fulfill his end.

But he'll make damn sure
you do, too.

Don't promise anything
you can't deliver.

I understand.

Papa Legba,

ouvirier barrier pour moi agoe.

Papa Legba,

ouvirier barrier pour moi agoe.

Papa Legba,

ouvirier barrier pour moi agoe.

Dinah Stevens.

No voodoo priestess gives me
better rum.

Hello, Papa.

You've outdone yourself, Mambo.

Does this mean
you've reconsidered my offer?

Hell no.

You charge more for immortality

than a little Cuban contraband.

And I told you, I'm not about
snatching newborns

from the maternity ward.

I'm here because she paid me.

So let's get to it.

The Witch Queen.

I've been looking forward
to this meeting.

You come with
an intriguing request.

You know why I'm here?

The Antichrist.

Michael Langdon,
bringer of the End of Days.

But what makes you think
I can help?

I am merely a gatekeeper between
humanity and the underworld.

Open the gates.

I will lure him inside

and he will be condemned
to roam the underworld.

Betray Satan's spawn... Ouf.

I would be putting myself
at great risk.

Name your price.

The last time a conspiring Mambo
and Witch Queen summoned me...

they brought me
the greatest offering.

Come out, child.

Oh, my God.

long time no see, bitch.

Fucking Fiona.

If you've hurt her... It's okay.

Papa's nice to me.

And I really like Hell,
it's fun.


What do you do down there?

I make trouble.

Nan is my favorite
little helper.

I could use more like her.

You want me to give you a soul.

And you want me
to perform a coup.

An order so tall demands
a steep price.

Not one soul,
but... all of them.

Your girls.


I won't give you my girls.

You want a soul, take mine.

You are not enough.

I'm the most powerful witch
on Earth.

I've made my offer.

Turn it down and you will not
get another.

Don't be a fool, Cordelia.

I want to see my friends again.

I miss them.

I'm sorry, Nan.

I can't.


Then we have no deal.

Come, child.

Dinah, what do I have to do?

There must be something else
I can offer,

something else that I can do.

It doesn't work like that.

Papa made you an offer
and he only makes one.

And you refused him.

So that's it.
You blew it.

Now, not only
will your girls die,

but six billion
other people will, too.

So what's the new
Supreme like? Is he nice?

- Girl, he ain't nobody's Supreme yet.
- I don't get it.

So, when does he become Supreme?


The new Supreme rises
only when the old one dies.

How can... go? My God!

You guys.
You guys, you guuuuys!

You're never gonna believe it.

- What?
- I discovered a new power.

I don't want to toot
my own horn,

but... it's pretty incredible.

476 calories.


Large chocolate chip muffin
is 476 calories.

Bullshit. You looked it up,
didn't you?

No, I swear on the souls of
the Supremes that I didn't.

I just stare at a piece of food
and a number pops into my head.

That means your powers
are growing.

That's great.

That's amazing, Coco.

I told you, you just needed
to apply yourself.

I used to feel embarrassed
about my powers,

but now I'm kind of proud.

Like, I think I could really
help people with this.

Kind of like a human
Weight Watchers.

Now, why don't you show us
what else you can do?



924. 606. 150.

She's right.

Aw, yeah.

- 49.
- Right again.

Okay, no, no. One more.
One more, one more.

Okay, you know what?
I think I need a break.

It really takes it out of me,

- you know?
- Don't be a pussy!


The only way
to expand your powers...

is by pushing yourself.

With a Sno Ball?

Do you want to just trust me?


No way there's
only 80 calories in that thing.

Yeah, I always think
I love these things,

then I take two bites
and it turns out I hate them.

I don't have that problem.

Guess that ass could use
another 80 calories, huh?

Hey. Hey, are you okay?

- Holy shit. Coco, breathe. Okay, breathe!
- Hey, hey, hey.

Coco, just...

Do a spell!

Oh, shit, she's dead now.

Okay, hey, hey, hey,
hey, you're okay.

What was that?

I just... helped her.

I've never seen
anything like it.

I've never even heard of a spell
for what you just did.

I've got you.

I don't want the girls
to see me like this.

Will you help me to my room?

Of course.

It's happening faster
than I expected.

Michael will destroy us.

He's already started with me.

I can't fight him, Zoe.

Not in my condition.

Maybe you don't have to.

Maybe there's someone here
who will be ready.

I don't think you're fading

because Michael's
the next Supreme.

I think it's Mallory.

Oh, Myrtle, you are a genius.

Every note you play has a way
of entering my body

and stirring things up.

Easy on the champagne, dear.

We're here on business.


To what do we owe the pleasure?

We've prepared a meal

as a form of apology.

I realize now that
under trying circumstances,

some words may have
been spoken that were...

poorly articulated.

You called him
a pathetic, pompous ass.

An error she is eager
to redress.

I am Bubbles.

Bubbles McGee.
You may have seen me

on the silver screen.

Well, maybe on one
of those procedurals

that you see on CBS.

Well, my true magic
is in the kitchen.

And tonight
we have prepared for you

the most wonderful, delicious,

succulent meal
of your entire life.

And why would we ever want
to dine with you?

Because I was wrong
and you were right.

I have to swallow my hubris.

A man will be our next Supreme.

He won the position
fair and square.

I want to show you my loyalty,

and... you can show me
your forgiveness.

We can be the example
that unites our covens.

Mmm. Bubbles,
you've exceeded your promise.

This is a meal fit
for a Supreme.

Oh, thank you so much.

Where is our dear Michael?

I was hoping he could join us.

In the wilderness.

Michael has decided

that he needs to be
completely alone.

Cordelia had
a similar awakening.

Oh, no.

I've had enough.

Oh, but this is Château Lafite.

The bottle alone is
the same price as a small house.

- Oh, come on.
- This is a special bottle.

I must tell you the story
of how we procured it.

We were in Madrid.

- Maybe it was Barcelona...
- God, I hate

- this bitch.
- We happened upon

this amazing little shop
with an ancient old man.

He would vanish somewhere
and bring out

mysterious bottles of wine.

No one
has brought up John Henry.

I'm glad that fucker
is a pile of ash.

After some conversation, and...

maybe a little
magical intervention...

- Oh.
- He brought us down

to a secret cellar filled
with spectacular reds

stolen from Mussolini's
private collection.

Oh, I love a full-bodied red.

We got the Lafite for a bargain.

I don't like to use my magic
for personal gain.

I can't wait until they're dead,

every last stinking witch.

You're right, of course.

Bad Myrtle.

- This has been such a delight.
- Aah!

I knew, if we could dine together,
we would find...

- commonality and, dare I say...
- I want to wipe the smiles

off their smug little faces.

Oh, my.
It's getting late.

Oh. It is. Very late.

But I feel like we've finally
gotten to know each other.

Well, don't bother.

We'll clear everything up.


Well, what'd you hear?

They murdered one of their own.

And now they mean
to murder all of us.

Well, it's perfectly clear.

It's kill or be killed.

We'll tell Cordelia,
strike back together.

These are marvelous.

Hey, what's the matter?

I just feel weird.

I don't want to rise, if it means
Miss Cordelia has to fall.

Don't ever be ashamed of
who you are, Mallory.

This is how it's always worked.

And when the time does come,
I will be heartened to know

that you will be the one
to lead this coven.

But I'm not dead yet.

And there are more tests
to be passed.

So please... drink up.


Cheers for us.

How can you witches

sit around here
casually sipping wine

when people are going to die?

There's an Antichrist
on the loose,

- trying to destroy the world.
- Yes,

and let's not forget
who aided in his ascension.


I know.

I'm guilty.

But now we know
what he's capable of.

Madison and I saw firsthand
the people he hurt.

His own family.

Michael was born evil.

We've got to stop him.

And we will.

But tonight we are celebrating.

Because this could be the
last time we'll all be together.

I'm not naive, Behold.

I know damn well
the challenges we're facing.

I've known for some time.

It forced me to do something
I vowed I would never do.

And it almost killed me.

Cinis est anima, oriri ex igne,

revertere ad me,

revertere ad me!

Revertere ad me!


Cordelia, what have you done?

I gave you strict instructions
not to bring me back.

I know.

But danger is coming.

And I need your guidance.

I don't know how
to protect my girls.

I knew I had to do
everything in my power

to prepare you girls
for what was coming.

And now that we are
united and ready...

it's time to fire
the first shot.

John Henry.

What's left of him.

I remember him being taller.


Use your powers
to bring John Henry back to us.

What I've seen...
what I've learned...

is a matter of life and death.

- It's okay. Just take your time.
- Mm.

We need information
about the night you died.

Who killed you?
Was it Ariel? Baldwin?

- What are you talking about?
- We know your brothers

conspired against you.

- Weren't they there?
- No, it wasn't them.

I was killed by a woman.

What woman?



Not every power is a blessing.


I have the power
of too much information.

How am I ever gonna eat
another corn dog?

Power is often
not what it seems.

I suspect your gift
has more to offer.

I need you
to do something for me.


Michael has an ally.

Someone who poses
a dangerous threat to our coven.

A traitor.

And she needs to be eliminated.

Wait, you want me to do this?

I'm basically just
a walking nutrition label.

It's not that I am afraid.

I would do anything
for the coven,

but Mallory is much stronger
than I am.

I mean, she's the next Supreme.

Mallory has another part to play
in all this.

I am asking you, to do yours.

What do you want me to do?

Ms. Mead,
what can I do for you?

Give me a pound and a half
of your cheapest cut.

Oh, and a couple
of those cloven hooves

for that satanic zing.

Here's your stew meat.

Two extra-large hooves.

I hope you like it hot, bitch,

'cause where you're going...

You dumb heretic.

I saw you following me
in that store.

I'm gonna boil you
in my Crock-Pot, missy.

- Did we get her?
- Yeah.

- Am I gonna die?
- No. You're gonna sleep.


Mission accomplished.

Mm, mm, mm.


It's the deadliest
I've ever created.

I won't bore you
with the ingredients,

but suffice to say this powder

has taken me a lifetime
to perfect.

I'm so happy that
we're finally able to put it to good use.

- Delivery?
- Through the air.

Once inhaled, mere seconds pass

before the cellular walls
inside the body break down.

The victims
will literally bleed out

through their pores.

What the fuck?!

- Are you trying to kill me?
- No.

Because it only kills women.

This is the magic bullet

we will use
to destroy the witches.

This is... truly inspired.

Those bitches love to go on

about how a warlock
will never equal one of them.

I wonder what they'd say now

if they saw what you've done.

They'd say it was plagiarism.

Agnes Sampson concocted

the identical formula
back in 1590.

You've just switched around
the genders.

Agnes was burned at the stake

before she got a chance
to use it.

Seems you've made
the same mistake.

Cordelia, your powers
have already waned.

Michael will bring...

Perpetuum clausis.

My powers are waning.

Say it again.

Ariel Augustus.

Baldwin Pennypacker.

For the murder of your fellow
warlock, John Henry Moore,

and conspiring to commit treason
against this coven,

I, Cordelia Goode,
on behalf of this council,

sentence you to death by fire.

Our people have long stood
by an agreement

that no witch may kill
a condemned warlock.

Only your brother
may light the flame.

I do not intend to break
with that tradition today.

May I?

Any last words?

Ah, right.

You think death is a punishment?

I do not fear the fire.

It cleanses me,

as it will cleanse this world.

I've seen the end.

I bear witness to the darkness.


Take me in your arms.

Your kingdom is nigh.

You don't have to look
if you don't want to.

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