American Horror Story (2011–…): Season 7, Episode 10 - Charles (Manson) in Charge - full transcript

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If Russia and the United States
got along well

-and went after ISIS...
-(laughing)

I wonder if this is how
black people felt

when Obama became president.

I know it's super not Vassar
or PC to say this,

but I think Hillary is
even more important than Obama.

The fight for civil rights

lasted a couple of
hundred years.

The fight for female equality
lasted, like... thousands.

WINTER:
I guess you're right.

Black men did get the right
to vote before women did.



-DOROTHY: Yeah, right?
-HILLARY: Well, that's because

-he'd rather have a puppet
as president... -(laughter)

RILEY:
Oh, my God.

-You're the puppet.
-Oh, my God.

(laughing)

There's no way
people are buying this shit.

I'm telling you,
she's gonna flip Texas

and maybe even Arizona.

It's gonna be the biggest loss
in electoral college history.

-TRUMP: ...nuclear warheads...
-KAI: Want to bet?

I'll bet.

If Trump wins, you can fuck
all three of us.

-Riley, gross.
-It's never gonna happen.

You guys don't see it.



Your precious Obummer
has shielded you

from what's really going on
out there.

WINTER:
Right. Economic anxiety,

aka racism.

People hate her.

She's weak.

Remember what happened
a few weeks ago

at the 9/11 memorial ceremony?

She had to be carried to a car.

Everyone knows
it's early onset Parkinson's.

They hate
the sound of her voice,

they hate the fact that
she can't satisfy her husband.

The world isn't this
progressive, happy place

you think it is, okay?

People tolerated the black guy,

but nobody wants
a woman president.

Not even other women.

Who told you that?

Your 4chan Pepe
frog-fucking buddies?

In between exchanging

pictures of dead people
and shit porn?

You win if people
turn out to vote.

And nobody is turning out
for that shrill, cuck bitch.

Have you seen Trump's rallies?
The passion?

The passion of
the angry white man.

-Boo-fucking-hoo for you.
-That's right!

We've been humiliated
and put down for too long.

Trump is one of us!

We will stand out bleeding

in the rain and snow
to vote for him.

It is all about shame and
humiliation for you assholes.

You know, we should start
some sort of, like,

government program to get you
all laid so you'll shut up.

Yeah, you probably wouldn't even
need to get fucked.

Just some pretty girl
smiling at you,

telling you
how important you are.

You ever notice how all
the alt-righters are young men?

-And none of them
have girlfriends? -(laughing)

Hey, Winter, uh,
give me some lotion.

I'm gonna give your brother
a handy, so...

Kai!

What the fuck, Kai?

-Are you okay?
-I'm sorry.

-(sobbing) -I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to do that.

Are you okay?

-Are you all right?
-(gasps)

(grunts)

I am pressing charges!
I am pressing charges!

-You really did it now, Kai.
-(door slams)

After all the shitty things
you've done,

you finally crossed the line.

HILLARY: But he also went after
a disabled reporter...

♪ ♪

WOMAN: It's a statue
of the goddess Anat,

the ancient Semitic goddess
of love and war.

There's a tale told
that a man slighted her.

And so she took a sickle
and cut him in two,

and scattered his pieces in the
fields to be eaten by the birds.

(whistles)

You're basically telling me
chicks have been overreacting

since the beginning of time.

-(pen clicks)
-Do you know why you're here?

My sister's friend got mouthy,

so I got a little too physical
with her,

and they ordered me to take
anger management classes

as part of my probation.

You think it's okay
to put your hands on a woman?

They're the ones always yapping
about equality.

I was just treating her the way
I would have treated a man

talking to me like that.

It was a political act.

A blow struck
for women's liberation!

Are you familiar with the work
of Valerie Solanas?

Is that the lead singer
of The Motels?

I see boys like you
all the time.

Not quite men.

Angry, lonely, hard up.

You want me to understand
that I'm not special.

Too late.

The world beat you to it.

But you are special.

You're different
from the others.

You're smarter.

And you have a certain
untapped charisma.

Have you ever considered
politics?

I mean, not until recently.

You think if I had
a purpose like that,

it would make me less angry?

I think if you had a purpose,
you could change the world.

I'm an old-school, OG feminist.

And do you know who my favorite
politician of all time is?

Donald J. Trump.

For thousands of years,
mankind has built civilization

with a single intention:
to keep women contained.

Face down, ass up. Compliant.

Donald Trump cannot tie his
dick-tripping ties correctly,

but Hillary gets attacked

for her goddamn hideous
St. John pantsuits.

And with every catcall,

every put-down, every slap

and pass-over at work,

the anger compounds.

As the orgasm inequality builds,
so does the rage.

We are sitting on the biggest
bomb the universe has ever seen.

Do you know what it is,
Mr. Anderson?

Female rage.

The patriarchy has dammed it up
for millennia,

and Donald J. Trump
is the first world leader

to start hammering away
at that dam.

With every tweet,

with every eye-roll,

every pussy grabbed,

he is slowly releasing the fury.

It's beautiful.

And do you see how you--

smart, charismatic, angry,
woman-hating Kai Anderson--

need to take your own hammer
to that dam?

How you must be the spear

for that movement because
you are so very, very special?

Is that my purpose?

Repeat after me.

I am a turd.

A lowly, abject turd.

I'm a turd.

A lowly, abject turd.

From this moment on,

you have but one purpose:

to release the feminine rage

and to use all your skills

and passion and vision
to break that dam to pieces.

But what will happen to me?

You will drown in it,
dearest heart.

You and every other man.

But you will die knowing
that you have saved us all.

And you'll be famous for it.

A legend.

Someday, there'll be
a tiny statue of you

in someone's office.

Do you see your purpose now,
Kai?

What you have been chosen
and put on this earth to do?

The women of the world
are waiting for you,

legs spread, on their backs.

Impregnate them.

Help them give birth
to their rage.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(clanking)

-(applause)
-WOMAN: Can you see this?

Can you see what the fuck
is happening?

This is an outrage.

This is America, people.

I'm at Bennett Park,

where my kid brother just had
his birthday party.

And right there on the pavilion

is this fuckwad,
city-council Nazi.

The guy who's always surrounded

by his group of male
militia thugs.

This is the guy who tried
to restrict the Internet!

Where are you?

Where are you?!

-(cheering)
-WOMAN: No Nazi! No KKK!

No fascist U.S.A.!
No Nazi! No...

Listen, everybody.

Most of you are here
to listen to common sense.

-Yeah! -And that is absolutely
lacking from Washington.

-SUPPORTERS: Yeah! -Especially
in our representation,

Senator Herbert Jackson.

-(booing)
-I mean, we got to talk about

some of this guy's
extreme positions. Anti-life?

This man is for third-trimester
abortions, people.

(booing)

And some of you might be saying
it's too early

to start talking about
an election two years away.

Well, it is never too early

to start the work
of saving our great country!

-(cheers)
-Yes! Yeah!

KAI:
I am the agent of change,

and this is the beginning
of our campaign together.

SUPPORTERS:
Yeah!

The globalists and the elitists
and the cosmopolitans

are so afraid of the truth
that they don't want

anybody else to hear it.

That is un-American.

-Yeah!
-We fought wars

against the fascists
for our rights,

-and we will fight them now
to keep them. -Yeah!

-This is our town!
-Our town!

-Our state!
-Our state!

-Our country!
-Our country!

(chanting): No fascists! No
hate! No fascists! No hate!

-No fascists! No hate!
-Hey! Hey!

No fascists! No hate!
No fascists! No hate!

-No fascists! No hate!
-Fascists go home!

GARY:
Who the fuck are these assholes?

We're all over social media.

-The message is getting out
that... -Wake up, Speedwagon!

Now that we're taking aim
at one of the Washington elite,

they're using their levers
of power against us.

I'm telling you,
it's the goddamn Feds.

They hate me and they are
agitating the opposition.

-You see that? Don't look.
-SPEEDWAGON: The white van?

They're undercover,
recording everything.

But they would never
lift a finger to stop them!

(chanting):
Shame! Shame! Shame! Shame!

Shame! Shame! Shame! Shame!

What are you so afraid of?

Are you afraid that you'll
actually change your mind?

You know what's a shame?

It's a shame that
in our constitutional democracy,

-we are not able to ha...
-(feedback squeals)

(unamplified):
...to have civil liberties

like the First Amendment!

It's goddamn piss!

-They're throwing piss!
-We should go.

We should get out of here.

-Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
-Fascists go home!

No, I'm not letting
these asswipes

run me out of my own rally.

-(screams) Fuck!
-Kai, Kai, Kai!

Mace. It's mace! Use the milk.

Kai, Kai, Kai! Come on!

-(ambulance sirens approaching)
-(helicopter in the distance)

(audio fades)

(ice cream truck music playing)

-(music continues playing)
-(Winter growls in frustration)

-(music continues playing)
-What's the problem here?

-Shut that shit off!
-I was scrubbing the truck down

like you asked,
and the music got stuck 'cause

-this stupid thing's so ancient.
-(music stops) -Damn it!

The Feds are everywhere,
watching us.

We are supposed to be getting
rid of evidence,

not broadcasting it out
to the entire fucking world.

Wouldn't it be better to just
get rid of the damn thing?

That's what they're
expecting us to do.

They're gonna be looking
for an ice cream truck.

But once we strip it down
and paint the whole thing

the color of orange sherbet,

that's when we can hide it
in plain sight.

Got it?

Get to work.

You stay inside,
I'll do the outside.

WINTER:
Was she in pain?

In the end?

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

I know.

I know I have no right to ask.

It's just, Kai's been spreading
that bullshit story

about her going off
to cooking school in Paris.

And I know my brother.

And I know Ivy would have never
left without saying good-bye.

Is that what you think?

Yeah, well...

maybe you didn't know my wife
as well as you thought you did.

Look, you have every right
to be pissed.

Is anything ever your fault,
Winter?

You seduce my wife.

You use her to destroy me
and my family.

I'm sorry I let things get
so out of control.

But you have to believe me,
I cared about Ivy.

I did.

It was real, whatever
you want to call it.

Kai's out of his mind right now.

He's been taking
so many pills.

And my mind is just going insane
thinking about

what he did to her,

and that he made her suffer,
and... and I wasn't there.

If something did happen to Ivy,

what makes you think
it was Kai?

TV REPORTER: Shocking video
out of Michigan today,

after a political rally
erupted into violence,

leaving 12 people injured.

Local councilman Kai Anderson,

who was recently catapulted
onto the national stage

after an assassination attempt

and some unorthodox and
controversial city ordinances

that he passed, he clashed today
with counter-protesters

after lashing out against
Senator Herbert Jackson,

who he plans to unseat during
the midterm elections.

Here's what Senator Jackson
had to say earlier today.

The only blue hairs I respond to
are the sweet little old ladies

of my state, not some
alt-right extremist.

REPORTER:
So you're not taking

Councilman Anderson's challenge
seriously?

Please.

If anyone should be taking
Mr. Anderson seriously,

it should be
the Department of Justice.

You seeing this shit?!

Screw that guy right in the ass!

-Yeah!
-Yes!

We're not the ones
wearing ski masks.

We're not the ones throwing
piss bottles.

-We shared ideas.
-Yes!

And these Woke Warrior assholes,

they get anointed right here
on national TV!

-(chanting)
-Fake fucking media!

When the Woke Warriors get
to hide their hands,

we're just gonna have to cut
them off and show the world!

(cheering)

No offense, Gary.

Fuck them!
I'm gonna bite it off

-and shit them out!
-Yeah!

(exhales) We're gonna have to
take a lesson from the master.

He's already shown us the way.

-I thought you were the master.
-Sleeping bags out, boys.

-Yeah, yeah! -Oh, fuck yeah!
I love story time!

Well, then you're in luck,
Heart Attack.

'Cause I've saved
the best tale for last.

Cielo Drive, Beverly Hills,
August 8, 1969.

What looked like the work
of a bunch of psychopaths

was actually a part of something
much, much larger.

Something that in 50 years' time
would be remembered

and repeated repeatedly.

Charles Manson was playing
the long game here,

and on Cielo Drive,
he was just lighting the fuse.

KAI: Charlie stayed behind
that night.

He put Tex Watson in charge
of the operation.

The plan: destroy anyone
in the house.

The more gruesome, the better.

Even "wrong place, wrong
timers" like Steven Parent.

Please, please don't hurt me.
(crying out)

KAI: Tex was in the homestretch
of an acid trip.

-Why?
-(gunshot)

Tex was backed up
by three of Charlie's

-most trusted lieutenants:
-(gunshot)

Susan Atkins,
aka Sadie Mae Glutz.

Born to a pair of alkies
in San Gabriel, she met Manson

in '67 while he played guitar
at her house.

The next year, she bore a son,
who Charles named

Zezozose Zadfrack Glutz.

-(gunshot)
-Patricia Krenwinkel.

The Family called her Katie.
In 1968,

Beach Boy Dennis Wilson
picked her up hitchhiking

and let her and The Family
crash at his pad.

But after one night
of hard partying,

-he promptly kicked them out.
-(gunshot)

Linda Kasabian hailed
from Maine,

but ran away from home at 16.

She headed west
looking for God.

A few years later
at Spahn Ranch,

I'd say she found it.

TEX:
Susan, Patty, come on.

Linda, you stay by the car.
Come on!

KAI: It was clear Linda didn't
have the sac

to carry out Charlie's orders,

so Tex made her wait
out by the dead boy's car

while the rest of them found
an open window.

They first came across
Wojciech Frykowski,

an aspiring screenwriter
sleeping off a bender.

(moans)

Mm... what time is it?

It's showtime.

(laughter)

Who are you?

What do you want?
(groans)

(girls laughing)

I'm the devil,

and I've come to do
the devil's business.

KAI: Tex then sent Susan
to check the bedrooms.

Abigail Folger, heiress
to the coffee fortune.

(indistinct conversation)

Sharon Tate and celebrity
hairstylist Jay Sebring--

former lovers, by the way--

were having a quiet
late-night chat.

Sharon and her husband,
filmmaker Roman Polanski,

were expecting a son
in just a couple weeks.

Lucky for Roman, he was off
in Europe finishing a flick.

-Hi.
-Because what follows...

Man, what follows.

(woman screaming, sobbing)

Squeal like a little pig.

Like a little piglet!
Like a little piglet!

-(laughing)
-Shit!

You shut the hell up.

Can't you see that
she's pregnant?!

(screaming)

Please stop!

Kill him!

Tex!

-(gunshot)
-(crying out)

Get him, get him,
get him, get him.

(screaming in distance)

Please stop!
People are coming.

-Well, I can't do anything
about that. -No.

KAI: Linda spent the rest
of the night hiding

in the getaway car.

Some people just aren't
closers, you know?

All the chaos did present
an opportunity

to our coffee heiress.

Hey, hey, hey!

Might be one of the last
she'd get.

(door slams)

(woman screaming)

The heiress was stabbed
28 times.

Six of those would have been
fatal on their own.

Her last words before she die:

"I give up.
You've got me."

Please. Please.

You don't have to do this.

Please just let me go.

Oh, woman,
I have no mercy for you.

Kill me, but don't kill my baby.
Please.

Take me with you and kill me
after he's born.

-Please.
-KAI: But leaving a baby alive

was not what Charlie
instructed them to do.

-I don't think so.
-(crying out)

KAI:
And, frankly,

Susan was getting tired
of hearing Sharon's voice.

(laughing)

SHARON:
Mother...

KAI: Susan completed
Charlie's order.

As the man himself put it,

"Leave a sign--
something witchy."

Manson sent his Family
to wake up the world.

The Summer of Love was over.

This was the opening salvo
of Charlie's master plan--

Helter Skelter.

Manson was tipping
the first domino.

The murders would be blamed
on random black people,

thus triggering
an apocalyptic race war.

-Well, did it?
-No, you fucking idiot.

He was betrayed.

-But who betrayed him?
-Those women, duh.

Charlie had the right idea,

but he just wasn't thinking
big enough.

You see, we're on
the national stage now,

and if we want to siphon Senator
Bleedingheart's support,

if we want to steal
that motherfucker's mojo,

then we have to follow Manson's
playbook, but do it bigger!

We have to unleash brutality

unseen by a world
that's seen it all!

We have do something so
shocking, so culture-shifting

that it'll open our path
to the senate

and then the presidency!

-(cheering)
-One dead pregnant lady

isn't gonna do the trick.

What the people need,
what we have to give them,

is a Night
of a Thousand Tates!

Don't bitches leave this place
not pregnant?

That's the point, idiot.

There's a whole waiting list
of slutty chicks

desperate to have
late-term abortions

as some type of political
statement, right?

Well, we're gonna steal the list
for Divine Ruler.

Why don't we go around the back?

Where it's not so obvious.

(door slams heavily, echoes)

Guys, what the fuck?

Idiots.

(door bangs open)

What is going on?

This is not the plan.

What are you doing
in my costume?

What is happening?

(stick banging along railing)

(banging continues)

Divine Ruler.

Why?

What did I do?

(sighs)

Sweet Gary.

It's not what you've done,

it's what you're about to do.

W-what about the Night
of a Thousand Tates?

I'm really looking forward
to that.

That's still happening.

Just not with you.

What I need you for
is more important,

more vital.

But...

...I don't want
to leave you, Kai.

In doing this,
you will never leave me.

You will become a part of me.

Closer to me than any
of my other children.

Yeah.

(screaming)

(screaming)

The marathon of violence
continues in Brookfield Heights

with the murder of local
grocery store manager

Gary K. Longstreet.

Mr. Longstreet's body was
discovered by an employee

of Planned Parenthood
in the alley behind me.

Here to comment,
Councilman Kai Anderson.

Thank you, Beverly.

Gary was one of my earliest
supporters.

He is...

...was a dear friend.

I can't imagine
the depths of sorrow

you must feel right now.

Incredible sorrow.

Gary was a kind, gentle man.

A big teddy bear.

I pray that
Senator Herbert Jackson

and the left-wing terrorists
he supports

are brought to justice.

Are you suggesting
a sitting senator

is guilty of murder?

He emboldened
the violent fascists

known as the Woke Warriors.

These anti-life zealots...

killed my friend

because he had the radical
belief that babies are people.

Today, the victim is a pro-life
patriot-- well, who's next?

Pregnant women recognizing
the sanctity of life

growing inside of them?

Any more blood shed
by the Woke Warriors

is on Senator
Herbert Jackson's hands.

We will provide updates
on this story as it develops.

This is Beverly Hope.
Back to you in the studio.

CAMERAMAN:
And we're clear.

What the hell, Beverly?

You can't report on
a politically motivated murder

like you're reading
a goddamn weather report.

If we don't sell this,

our entire movement
could be derailed.

Am I clear?

Perfectly clear, Divine Ruler.

(mouthing words inaudibly)

It's chamomile.
It'll relax you.

Why are you being nice to me?

I'm worried about you, Beverly.

You haven't been the same
since...

Since I was forced at gunpoint

to drink fake poisoned Kool-Aid?

Or since I was thrown
in an isolation cell

for a murder I didn't commit?

I'm sorry I framed you.

It was my only play at the time.

But I feel terrible about it.

Looking at you now,
broken like this.

This isn't Beverly Hope.

You need to escape.

Get as far away from this place
as you can.

I'm going to help you.

-What is this?
-An Amtrak ticket

to Butte, Montana.

No one will find you there.

You're testing me.

Please go away.

I can't go back
in that hole again.

No, Beverly.
I swear this is real.

I want to make things right.

The train leaves tomorrow
at 6:00 a.m.

Leave. Start over.

What about you?

I'm gonna stay here and distract
Kai from your disappearance

as long as I can.

Please, Beverly.

Tell Divine Ruler
I would never run. Ever.

I am his loyal follower
until the end.

We need to talk.

Do you hear that?
That low buzz?

I'm sorry, but I-I don't.

Listen, it's here. It's here.
It's definitely here.

I'm gonna find it.

Hey, will you listen to me
for a second?

After everything
that's happened,

I cannot be paired with Winter.

-It's just, it's not possible.
-Shh!

How can you not hear that?
You don't hear that?

-How can you not hear that?
-What are you doing?

I told you, it's the buzz.
They planted something.

-Who planted something?
-The Feds-- someone's listening.

We have a mole, okay?
A double agent. I know.

It's bugged,
this whole fucking place is.

Kai, will you listen to me?
Would you please calm down

-and let me help you?
-You don't even hear it!

The buzz!
It's getting louder!

I can't think in here.

(steady buzzing)

(buzzing stops)

(exhales sharply)

(quietly):
Ah, fuck.

It's the little things.
The tiny details.

That's what they're looking for,

that's the thing that's
gonna trip me up.

What's it gonna be?
What's it gonna be?

What's it gonna be,
what's gonna get me?

-Always five steps ahead,
right, Kai? -Jesus!

Vincent!

Now...

how can I turn that frown
upside down?

You seem troubled.

Uh, well, you already said it.
Th-they're after me.

-Who?
-The Feds, everyone!

I-I don't know.
I think there's a mole.

There's definitely a bug
somewhere in this house.

I just don't know where it is.

But this is the only room
where I know I can be safe.

This one room, where you are.

I probably shouldn't have
killed you.

I've killed so many people now,

it's gonna be so hard
to keep all these secrets.

Well, if anybody can do it,
Kai, it's you.

You are the master at keeping

all of the balls up in the air.

Ah! Vincent!

Don't listen to him, man.

If you're gonna hallucinate
somebody, it should be me.

Are you the ghost
of Charles Manson?

I'm not a ghost, man.
I'm still alive.

Kicking it at Corcoran State
Prison in California.

You should come visit sometime.

I know why you're here.

You're the only one who could
see things on my level.

Well, you're never wrong
when you're right.

What would you do,
if you were me?

Identify the Judas.

That's how I fucked up.

I trusted too much.

My Judas was Linda.

He said we were going out
again tonight.

Last night was too messy,

and he was going to show us
how to do it.

I didn't want to go,
but Charlie asked me,

and I was afraid to say no.

He said,
"As soon as you enter the room,

"as soon as you see the man,

slit his throat right away."

He said to leave a sign.

"You girls know what I mean.
Something witchy."

MANSON:
It's always the bitches, man.

Can't trust the bitches.

I can't trust anyone.

Look, as long as there's hate
in your heart,

there'll be hate in the world.

(knocking at door)

-ALLY: Kai? Are you in there?
-Yeah!

Look what I found.

Bitches.

(knocking)

-What do you want me to do?
-Stay here.

-(knocking)
-Don't you move!

Whoa.

Thorough.

Oh, fuck!

Valerie always said the male was
a biological accident,

a walking abortion.

Oh, God, if only you'd been
aborted in your mother's belly,

how much disappointment would
the rest of us have been spared?

You can't talk to me
like that anymore.

I could not have been more clear
if I had tattooed it

on the inside of your eyelids.

It wasn't complicated.
Two steps.

"A" to "B."
Unleash female rage.

Incite the American woman's
desperate

and patriarchally contained
violent anger.

Give her no choice
but to lash out

and cut up every man they see.

I did that!
I got maced, for fuck's sake!

Look at the chaos out there!

You've enraged everyone.

And what of the poor females
closest to you?

Your sister's defeated,
another one is dead.

You even broke unbreakable tiger
Beverly Hope!

It's not my fault
they were weak.

I am the final carrier
for Valerie Solanas' torch.

She handed the responsibility
for scum to me, personally,

her protégée, and look how you
have failed us both.

MANSON:
My goodness.

I can't wait to see her face
when you tell her the truth.

Did you think I was gonna
drown myself in female rage?

That I would die a martyr
to some dead bitch's cause?

-Fuck that.
-Fuck that!

You gave me my purpose, Bebe.

You awaken me to the power
of pissing people off.

And hell yes, I want women mad.

Popping off, losing their minds,
getting hysterical.

But women can't run things.

They're too emotional,
irrational.

I need women's rage
to tear it all down, 'cause then

I'm gonna be the last one
standing to lead them.

Amen!
Helter Skelter!

You fucking turd.

A turd who knows the truth:

that women need to be grabbed
by their pussies and led,

preferably to the kitchen
to make me a sandwich.

(shouting)

(groans)

Before I blow your dick off

and then shoot you dead,
I would like to quote

the late, great Valerie:
"To call a man...

-(gunshot)
-KAI: Oh...

(panting)

Who is this?

My anger management counselor.

Not very good at her job.

Far out, man.

That one definitely
ain't no mole.

(clippers buzzing)

♪ ♪

(buzzing stops)

♪ ♪

I remember your first haircut.

You cried and cried.

I was afraid it was gonna hurt.

So I grabbed a pair of scissors
off the sink

at the hairdresser's and cut
my hair to show you it didn't.

You looked like
the village idiot after.

-(chuckles)
-Mom was so pissed.

But it worked.

KAI:
Mm.

Because I know you, Winter.

I've watched you
since they brought you home.

The way your eyes open real
wide, like a Disney chipmunk,

whenever you have
something to hide.

(chuckles)

Or the little smirk you make

when you're about
to tell somebody off.

(sighs)

Or when you were 15
and started humping your pillow

before you went to sleep
each night.

You weren't as quiet
as you thought you were.

I'm your big brother.

They say that for a girl that
relationship is more important

than the one with her father.

You're very important
to me, Kai.

You've always looked after me.

Then why do you want to hurt me?

(whispers):
Why would you say that?

All these people...

Who are they?

What do they want from you?

What do you want from them?

I look at you
and I can't see you anymore.

I can't feel you.

One day, this is
all going to end.

They're all going to get
what they want from you

and they'll leave.

Is that what you want?

You want them all to leave?

You want to destroy everything
I've worked so hard to build?

No.

They worship you,
and they should.

But I want you to know
that when they're all gone,

I'll still be here.

We're all that's left
of our family.

So why do I feel you
slipping away?

Because I am.

Because... the only way for me
to be there for you in the end

is if I get away from you now.

I love you.

But when I look at you now,
all I feel is terror.

I'm afraid that
if I'm around it much longer,

I won't be able to feel anything
else about you ever again.

What if I say no?

If I say I need you and that
you leaving would be a betrayal?

What if others
want to leave with you?

I'd convince them to stay.

And I'd kill them
if they tried to follow me.

(gasps) Fuck!

I always loved you
the most, Winter.

You were, still are,

the only person in the world

who really talks to me
and knows me.

♪ ♪

I don't want to lose you.

I need you.

So if you going away for a while
is the price I have to pay

for having one person
in this shit-bag world

of liars and cheats
and traitors...

...then so be it.

Really?

I am this movement.

And one day I'm gonna be
in the White House,

on Air Force One,
giving speeches to Congress

and fucking the wives
of other world leaders,

and I'm gonna need
someone beside me

I know I can trust.

Thank you, Kai.

Thank you so much.

(sobs quietly)

I even know where you should go.

What? Where?

Butte, Montana.

I even got you a train ticket.

(breath trembling)

(whispers):
Kai.

Kai.

Get her out of here.

(crying):
Kai, please, no!

No!

Kai!

(Winter sobbing)

(sobbing):
No! Kai!

KAI:
Why?

Can you just tell me that?

What did they offer you?

Immunity?
Witness protection program?

Tell me it wasn't money.

-Nobody offered me
anything, Kai. -Hmm.

I'm not the mole.
I don't even think there is one.

Only the mole would say that.

You're not thinking clearly.

You're just trying
to find things

to fit in with your delusions.

(Manson clicks tongue)

She thinks you're delusional.

-I know.
-You know?

I loved you, Winter.

How can you sit here
and lie to my face like this?

I'm not lying, Kai.

Pinky power.

Then you'll know
I'm telling the truth.

I'm not the mole.

How do you explain this?

What's that?

You know what this is.

This is a bug,
and you planted it.

It's the battery to my Fitbit.

Then why did I find it
sewn into Kai's cushions?

-You found it?
-Yeah.

Along with this.

Right where you put it.

In the ice cream truck.

WINTER:
This is bullshit.

I didn't put that there,
she did.

This is payback
for me screwing your wife.

No, this is your disloyalty

coming back
to bite you in the ass.

You never believed
in Kai's vision of the world.

You were a Hillary supporter,
for God's sake.

You were just looking for
the opportunity to take us down.

Well, I am glad I exposed you
for what you really are

before you could destroy us.

Stoking my brother's paranoia
is gonna blow up in your face.

I know him, Ally.

You'll be chewed up
and spit out just like me.

Oh.

Too bad you won't
be there to see it.

Kai.

Kai.

Confess.

I didn't do anything.

Confess!

I can't!

Confess.

Please, Kai.

Are you willing to do
what needs to be done?

WINTER:
You don't need to do this.

Kai.

-(Winter choking)
-(Kai mutters)

(Winter sobbing)

(Kai grunting)

(sobbing)

(yelling)

(Kai sobbing)

(kisses)

♪ ♪

(panting)

Hello, Speedwagon.