American Horror Story (2011–…): Season 11, Episode 10 - Requiem 1981/1987: Part 2 - full transcript
Grief and peril dominate Gino. The discovery of a tragedy becomes a revelation for Adam.
Excuse
me. Um... what's going on?
The landlord smelled
something coming out of 6-B.
He went in and found a body.
Hi. Um, I'm friends
with the woman in 6-B.
Can I... Can I please come in?
Yeah, sure.
- Come on.
- Thank you.
He says he knows her.
- What's your name?
- Adam Carpenter.
What's the nature
of your relationship
to the deceased?
I'm the father of her child.
I'm sorry.
What happened?
No sign of forced entry.
Looks like natural causes.
Can't be sure till
the coroner weighs in.
Did she have any
known medical issues?
Uh, her prenatal doc
said she had a low
red blood cell count,
but that it wasn't
anything to be worried about.
Give me a call in the morning.
We'll take your full statement.
Can I have a...
a minute in here?
Take your time.
The lab
received a strange call
from the Fire Island Park
Service this morning.
The rangers can't
explain how the deer
are repopulating
so quickly there
despite the culling
earlier this summer.
I confess I can't
explain it either.
The lab
received a strange call
from the Fire Island Park
Service this morning.
The rangers can't
explain how the deer are
repopulating so quickly there
despite the culling
earlier this summer.
I confess, I can't
explain it either.
A virus? But how
does it replicate?
Dr. Gallo's report
on T-cell lymphoma
makes me suspect
that it could be...
Dr. Gallo's
report on T-cell lymphoma
makes me suspect
that it could be...
No way to be certain,
but my best guess
would be heart failure.
Sudden, bolt-of-lightning
heart failure.
I'll know more
when I get to her,
- probably tomorrow.
- What about homicide?
I'm sorry?
- What if she was attacked?
- Attacked?
Yes. Play it again.
I don't need to.
There are zero signs of
a struggle on her body.
And I'm so sorry, but if you
suspect something like this,
why wouldn't you bring
that to the police?
I have my reasons.
Well, you're giving
me reasons to make
an official report of this
and have you brought
in for questioning.
I agreed to this as
a favor to Patrick.
He said you needed some
closure on what happened
to your friend Theo.
Look, Adam, there is no way
that these two
cases are related.
I can get you more information
on Dr. Wells' body
when I have it.
But your friend Mr. Graves...
no sign of struggle either.
He had pneumocystis pneumonia.
Undiagnosed, untreated
and aggressive.
That was the primary
factor in his death.
What is that?
It's a lung infection.
It's caused by a fungus.
Usually affects older patients
who have weak immune systems.
Then how would it
kill him that quickly?
The report says that
he'd been tied up
crucifixion style.
He was hanging by his arms
for what, hours probably?
That's what deprived
him of oxygen.
That combined with
the pneumonia,
he didn't have a chance.
Plus, toxicology found
quaaludes in his system.
Those would have depressed
his breathing to begin with.
Made it difficult for
him to struggle or gasp
or whatever he would need...
And listen, that means
Theo didn't suffer,
if that helps you.
So the cause of death was, uh...
Suffocation.
I know what you're
trying to get me to say
because it feels like it
would make more sense,
but I can't get there.
There's no proof
of foul play, Adam.
Nobody was attacked.
The tragedy is that two
lives ended far too soon.
I'm truly sorry for your loss,
but I don't see how these
two cases are related
in any way.
I don't know how anybody
else will, either.
Uh, thank you.
June 27, 1981.
Seven months ago.
I asked Adam to get me pregnant.
I used a turkey baster
with his semen in it
to conceive this child.
A direct route of transmission.
And the timeline
is making sense.
I say this because
it's definitive.
My lab results are
mirroring Adam's
and those of my
other gay patients.
It's a development
that leads me to suspect
that this disease could
be sexually transmitted.
I know he suspects that
something is wrong,
but he couldn't know
how sick we all are.
Our defenses are down, our
bodies are under attack.
Adam.
How am I gonna tell him?
Fungi and bacteria
run rampant and unchecked.
Opportunistic infection.
Pneumocystis pneumonia.
Kaposi's Sarcoma.
I need to tell Adam as
soon as he gets back.
I need to tell him
all of this tomorrow.
Okay, there...
Results will take between
seven to ten days.
I can have the
front desk call you
to set up a follow-up
appointment.
I already know what it is.
I just need you to confirm
it for your records.
Oh, really? And what is that?
Kaposi's Sarcoma.
Doctor? Sorry.
I have... I have
reason to believe
that this is
sexually transmitted.
Adam, you're a young man.
It's probably benign.
There's no reason to panic.
No, I... I need you
to listen to me.
Um, there's something
new out there,
and-and you need to be
putting every colleague,
every medical body in New York
on high alert.
How do you expect
me to get anyone
to take what you've just
said seriously, exactly?
On your say-so.
I don't expect you to,
but you will have my results
in seven to ten days,
and then maybe you
can take me seriously.
June 2, 1981.
More tests came back today.
The deer on Fire Island
are not the origin.
It makes me wonder if this
Fran woman is on to something.
Did all this begin
with a lab leak?
I was able to confirm that
some of what she said about
the government experiments
on Plum Island is true.
But weaponized ticks?
It feels absurd even
entertaining this possibility.
But many of the rashes
and fevers in my patients
match a cluster of cases
in Lyme, Connecticut.
And now Rocky Mountain
Labs wants us to send them
tick samples from
all over Long Island.
They suspect that deer ticks
are the actual carriers
of this, quote,
"Lyme Disease."
But what about my gay
patients with these changes
in immune function?
Similar reports of
rashes and fever
shortly after trips
to Fire Island.
From weaponized ticks?
It doesn't seem right.
Simplistic. Far-fetched.
What's more likely is that
I'm observing the effects
of an entirely new pathogen.
It was bound to happen.
It could have come
from anywhere.
Wherever it came from,
I'm having trouble
getting my work any
serious attention.
The neglect faced by this
community is criminal.
Surely others have
noticed something by now.
I have to make more noise.
If you're looking
for an autograph,
you'll have to wait
till after the show.
Uh, I'm-I'm not here
for an autograph.
Um, it's a matter
of public health.
Really?
Well, it's very kind of
you to finally show up.
Sorry?
I've been calling
you guys for weeks.
We've been bleaching,
scrubbing with ethyl alcohol,
following every protocol
to the T, and still,
my patrons are getting sick.
Where the hell have you been?
I'm, uh, I'm not here from
the Health Department.
I'm just a concerned citizen.
Um, I was hoping you
could post these.
I brought some boxes of
condoms in here, too.
Boxes?
Yeah. The checkout
lady looked at me
like I was the Whore of Babylon.
There's something
new going around.
Something deadly.
I'm just trying to keep as
many people safe as I can.
It's my last show tonight.
And it doesn't feel safe
around here anymore.
- Last show?
- Mm-hmm.
End of an era.
I should have hung my
tiara up years ago.
But I'm stubborn.
Holding on to an old dream.
But what a dream it was.
All that music, all that love.
Freedom incarnate.
Vitality without shame.
But it's gone now.
I've sensed it coming
for a long time.
It's over.
Deadly, huh?
Well, go with God,
whatever that means to you.
I'm closing shop.
Now, listen, kid,
you are way too young
to be thinking about
how not to die.
Don't forget how to live.
I told you.
I told you, I told you.
I told you.
Next.
Sir, he just said you're next.
Mrs. Read, uh,
Patrick would have...
Aye-yi-yi. Gladiola.
No, no, no, no, goddamn it!
This is supposed to
be open, goddamn it!
We want people to face
what happened to you.
Why did you do this?
Patrick. Patrick.
- Patrick.
- Gino.
Gino.
We need to start the service.
You're safe.
We're not safe, Gino.
me. Um... what's going on?
The landlord smelled
something coming out of 6-B.
He went in and found a body.
Hi. Um, I'm friends
with the woman in 6-B.
Can I... Can I please come in?
Yeah, sure.
- Come on.
- Thank you.
He says he knows her.
- What's your name?
- Adam Carpenter.
What's the nature
of your relationship
to the deceased?
I'm the father of her child.
I'm sorry.
What happened?
No sign of forced entry.
Looks like natural causes.
Can't be sure till
the coroner weighs in.
Did she have any
known medical issues?
Uh, her prenatal doc
said she had a low
red blood cell count,
but that it wasn't
anything to be worried about.
Give me a call in the morning.
We'll take your full statement.
Can I have a...
a minute in here?
Take your time.
The lab
received a strange call
from the Fire Island Park
Service this morning.
The rangers can't
explain how the deer
are repopulating
so quickly there
despite the culling
earlier this summer.
I confess I can't
explain it either.
The lab
received a strange call
from the Fire Island Park
Service this morning.
The rangers can't
explain how the deer are
repopulating so quickly there
despite the culling
earlier this summer.
I confess, I can't
explain it either.
A virus? But how
does it replicate?
Dr. Gallo's report
on T-cell lymphoma
makes me suspect
that it could be...
Dr. Gallo's
report on T-cell lymphoma
makes me suspect
that it could be...
No way to be certain,
but my best guess
would be heart failure.
Sudden, bolt-of-lightning
heart failure.
I'll know more
when I get to her,
- probably tomorrow.
- What about homicide?
I'm sorry?
- What if she was attacked?
- Attacked?
Yes. Play it again.
I don't need to.
There are zero signs of
a struggle on her body.
And I'm so sorry, but if you
suspect something like this,
why wouldn't you bring
that to the police?
I have my reasons.
Well, you're giving
me reasons to make
an official report of this
and have you brought
in for questioning.
I agreed to this as
a favor to Patrick.
He said you needed some
closure on what happened
to your friend Theo.
Look, Adam, there is no way
that these two
cases are related.
I can get you more information
on Dr. Wells' body
when I have it.
But your friend Mr. Graves...
no sign of struggle either.
He had pneumocystis pneumonia.
Undiagnosed, untreated
and aggressive.
That was the primary
factor in his death.
What is that?
It's a lung infection.
It's caused by a fungus.
Usually affects older patients
who have weak immune systems.
Then how would it
kill him that quickly?
The report says that
he'd been tied up
crucifixion style.
He was hanging by his arms
for what, hours probably?
That's what deprived
him of oxygen.
That combined with
the pneumonia,
he didn't have a chance.
Plus, toxicology found
quaaludes in his system.
Those would have depressed
his breathing to begin with.
Made it difficult for
him to struggle or gasp
or whatever he would need...
And listen, that means
Theo didn't suffer,
if that helps you.
So the cause of death was, uh...
Suffocation.
I know what you're
trying to get me to say
because it feels like it
would make more sense,
but I can't get there.
There's no proof
of foul play, Adam.
Nobody was attacked.
The tragedy is that two
lives ended far too soon.
I'm truly sorry for your loss,
but I don't see how these
two cases are related
in any way.
I don't know how anybody
else will, either.
Uh, thank you.
June 27, 1981.
Seven months ago.
I asked Adam to get me pregnant.
I used a turkey baster
with his semen in it
to conceive this child.
A direct route of transmission.
And the timeline
is making sense.
I say this because
it's definitive.
My lab results are
mirroring Adam's
and those of my
other gay patients.
It's a development
that leads me to suspect
that this disease could
be sexually transmitted.
I know he suspects that
something is wrong,
but he couldn't know
how sick we all are.
Our defenses are down, our
bodies are under attack.
Adam.
How am I gonna tell him?
Fungi and bacteria
run rampant and unchecked.
Opportunistic infection.
Pneumocystis pneumonia.
Kaposi's Sarcoma.
I need to tell Adam as
soon as he gets back.
I need to tell him
all of this tomorrow.
Okay, there...
Results will take between
seven to ten days.
I can have the
front desk call you
to set up a follow-up
appointment.
I already know what it is.
I just need you to confirm
it for your records.
Oh, really? And what is that?
Kaposi's Sarcoma.
Doctor? Sorry.
I have... I have
reason to believe
that this is
sexually transmitted.
Adam, you're a young man.
It's probably benign.
There's no reason to panic.
No, I... I need you
to listen to me.
Um, there's something
new out there,
and-and you need to be
putting every colleague,
every medical body in New York
on high alert.
How do you expect
me to get anyone
to take what you've just
said seriously, exactly?
On your say-so.
I don't expect you to,
but you will have my results
in seven to ten days,
and then maybe you
can take me seriously.
June 2, 1981.
More tests came back today.
The deer on Fire Island
are not the origin.
It makes me wonder if this
Fran woman is on to something.
Did all this begin
with a lab leak?
I was able to confirm that
some of what she said about
the government experiments
on Plum Island is true.
But weaponized ticks?
It feels absurd even
entertaining this possibility.
But many of the rashes
and fevers in my patients
match a cluster of cases
in Lyme, Connecticut.
And now Rocky Mountain
Labs wants us to send them
tick samples from
all over Long Island.
They suspect that deer ticks
are the actual carriers
of this, quote,
"Lyme Disease."
But what about my gay
patients with these changes
in immune function?
Similar reports of
rashes and fever
shortly after trips
to Fire Island.
From weaponized ticks?
It doesn't seem right.
Simplistic. Far-fetched.
What's more likely is that
I'm observing the effects
of an entirely new pathogen.
It was bound to happen.
It could have come
from anywhere.
Wherever it came from,
I'm having trouble
getting my work any
serious attention.
The neglect faced by this
community is criminal.
Surely others have
noticed something by now.
I have to make more noise.
If you're looking
for an autograph,
you'll have to wait
till after the show.
Uh, I'm-I'm not here
for an autograph.
Um, it's a matter
of public health.
Really?
Well, it's very kind of
you to finally show up.
Sorry?
I've been calling
you guys for weeks.
We've been bleaching,
scrubbing with ethyl alcohol,
following every protocol
to the T, and still,
my patrons are getting sick.
Where the hell have you been?
I'm, uh, I'm not here from
the Health Department.
I'm just a concerned citizen.
Um, I was hoping you
could post these.
I brought some boxes of
condoms in here, too.
Boxes?
Yeah. The checkout
lady looked at me
like I was the Whore of Babylon.
There's something
new going around.
Something deadly.
I'm just trying to keep as
many people safe as I can.
It's my last show tonight.
And it doesn't feel safe
around here anymore.
- Last show?
- Mm-hmm.
End of an era.
I should have hung my
tiara up years ago.
But I'm stubborn.
Holding on to an old dream.
But what a dream it was.
All that music, all that love.
Freedom incarnate.
Vitality without shame.
But it's gone now.
I've sensed it coming
for a long time.
It's over.
Deadly, huh?
Well, go with God,
whatever that means to you.
I'm closing shop.
Now, listen, kid,
you are way too young
to be thinking about
how not to die.
Don't forget how to live.
I told you.
I told you, I told you.
I told you.
Next.
Sir, he just said you're next.
Mrs. Read, uh,
Patrick would have...
Aye-yi-yi. Gladiola.
No, no, no, no, goddamn it!
This is supposed to
be open, goddamn it!
We want people to face
what happened to you.
Why did you do this?
Patrick. Patrick.
- Patrick.
- Gino.
Gino.
We need to start the service.
You're safe.
We're not safe, Gino.