American Horror Story (2011–…): Season 8, Episode 3 - Forbidden Fruit - full transcript

There's really no
need to thank me.

Ms. Mead said you're
the only reason

Emily and I haven't
been executed.

You saved our lives.

I've been charged with
finding the seeds

from which the future of
mankind will blossom.

It'd be grossly irresponsible

to allow a minor infraction to
keep out a viable candidate.

The stakes are too high.

- But I killed my nana.
- Hmm.

Nonsense.



She died peacefully...
in her sleep.

Trust me.

You have nothing to worry about.

You see, I have a talent.

Call it a kind of night
vision of the soul.

I can see into the dark places

that people desperately
try to keep hidden.

I don't have any dark places.

Really?

So even though you've worked for
Coco for many years, and...

even though she saved your
life after the bombs fell,

why do I believe that
you'd love nothing more

than to pick up anything
sharp enough to cut clay

and slice her throat
down to the bone?



I'd say that qualifies, Mallory.

Wouldn't you?

She can be a handful sometimes,

and... yeah,

she sometimes makes me do
things I'd rather not.

You're fucking
kidding me, right?

I just painted my nails.

Come on, wipe me!

That doesn't mean I
want to kill her.

She's spoiled, and
she's entitled, but...

she's also helpless.

She needs me.

You wouldn't believe how many
times I tried to fire her.

I mean, Mallory could fuck
up a one-car funeral,

but it was always just
easier to keep her around.

The devil you know.

- It's interesting.
- What?

After my speech about seeing
into the dark places,

I've come to realize
something about you.

- Something dark?
- No.

True darkness requires a
certain depth of character,

but you're much too shallow

for any kind of
meaningful negativity.

I'm not quite sure
how to take that.

I'm just saying it's
wonderful to see you again.

I was surprised to find
you here when I arrived.

- Pleasantly?
- That depends.

Should I be concerned about
you causing me any trouble?

You know I'm not powerful enough

to stop whatever it
is you're up to.

No... but I don't like
unpredictability,

unless I'm responsible for it.

Neither do I,

which means I don't like not
knowing what's to come,

at least when my
life is concerned.

I want to get to that Sanctuary.

You will.

You're exactly the kind
of soul I'm looking for

to build my new world.

And what kind of soul is that?

Evil.

Sounds corny, I know,

but there's no better word
to describe my mother.

It is all about her.

Nothing in this world even
exists unless it relates to her.

I'm sure she thinks this
entire war was just, like,

some conspiracy to
cancel her show.

She doesn't deserve to be here.

You've made the assumption

that I'm looking for people
who are pure of heart,

unblemished, pure lily white.

The old world lived
under a set of rules.

Thou shalt not kill.

Thou shall love thy neighbor,
etcetera, etcetera.

Rules that were clearly
honored in the breach.

I want a world without
the hypocrisy,

with the kinds of people

who wouldn't just eat from the
fruit of the forbidden tree,

but who'd cut the
fucking tree down

and burn it for firewood.

I think you're made for
that world, Mallory.

I sense it in you.

I want to leave.

You're afraid.

Aren't you?

Of accepting who you are?

I don't know who I am.

What do you mean?

Sometimes...

I feel like there's
someone buried inside me.

Someone trying to
claw their way out.

Who?

I don't know. I just want to go.

- Let me go.
- Don't be afraid, Mallory.

I'm offering you a
chance to live.

I said let me go!

Who are you?

I don't know.

Who are you?

♪

♪

May you rise from
the void, Father.

May your darkness guide me.

Power in Satan to
overcome my weaknesses.

Power in your name

to be strong within.

I thought I destroyed
them all...

but one survives.

I found her.

She's here.

I beg for your wisdom.

Please, Father!

Open my eyes!

Ave Satanas.

I'm not a sentimental woman.

Some people have described
me as cold, harsh,

without empathy.

None of which mattered,
because I know who I am.

I have a past and
treasured memories.

I remember the first
time I was allowed

to go trick-or-treating
by myself.

I was nine years old

and I made my own costume.

Oh, well, aren't you precious?

Are you... Robby the Robot?

I'm Rosie... from The Jetsons?

Trick or treat!

Mm.

I loved candy.

I hated fruit.

I remember my first date.

Rosemary's Baby, the
Lyceum Theater.

Bobby Lombardo.

It was my first horror film.
I was petrified.

But I discovered I
liked being scared.

Made me feel alive.

Bobby, on the other hand,
made me feel dirty.

I remember my first kill.

I was an agent of the Mossad.

Orin Goetsch was a terrorist.

And I found him living
in a suburb in Maryland.

♪ Defeated, when reflections in
your eyes show me a fool... ♪

Our struggle was brutal and
bloody, of course, but...

almost romantic, too.

Like a waltz.

♪ These rose colored glasses

Till I choked him to death.

♪ That I'm looking through

- ♪ Show only - CHILDREN:
Trick or treat!

♪ The beauty

♪ 'Cause they hide

- Your makeup looks awesome.
- ♪ All the truth...

I can think the
word "Halloween,"

and all the memories
come flooding back.

I remember all those moments
in the most minute detail.

I remember a little boy,
beautiful blonde hair.

I took care of him.

I can feel the love
I have for him.

But when I turn to
look at his face

in my memories,

he's just a blur.

I loved him,

but I must have lost
him in some way,

because...

every time I think
of him, I cry.

Do I even have feelings?

Are they just
programmed responses?

All this time,

I thought my experiences
made me what I am,

but my memories are false.

I was never a child.

I never had a family.

I never felt love.

Neither have I.

But you have family.

Here. With me.

I'm nothing more than a machine.

Following a set of codes.

What do I do now?

- What's my purpose?
- Same as it's always been.

To protect The Outpost.

What do you remember

about the people in
The Cooperative?

Did you ever see Michael
Langdon before he got here?

Mm.

He's not in my memories.

We can't trust him

to take the right people
to The Sanctuary.

I've already been told

I won't be joining
the fortunate few.

That's outrageous.

You're the backbone
of this Outpost.

And I'll be left here
until we're overrun

and my bones are broken

and picked clean
by the monsters.

If you die here,
justice dies here.

We have to take
action to stop it.

You have a suggested course?

Kill them all.

Even Langdon.

Those relentlessly
boring young people

said that Langdon has
a working computer.

We kill everyone,

we take possession
of the computer,

we find out where
The Sanctuary is.

And make that journey all
that way on our own?

Why not?

You're mean and
self-involved enough

to survive anything.

And I'm a goddamn robot.

I will never forget
your loyalty to me.

I'm programmed to
be loyal to you.

I can feel no doubt
in me about that.

Good.

Think I went to high
school with that bitch.

Stuck-up cheerleader.

Come on, that's got
to be ready by now.

I was a finalist on Top Chef, okay?
Shit's like pork.

If you don't cook it long
enough, you'll get sick.

You're worried about
getting sick?

Fucking look at us.

Looks overdone to me.

Easy.

Who the fuck are you?

Look, I'm just trying
to find my girlfriend.

We got separated back in L.A.
when everything went to hell.

I've been on her trail
for about a year now.

I heard a lot of rumors
about this place,

some kind of special
shelter for rich people.

Supposed to be in this area.

You guys know
anything about that?

If there was a shelter,

we would have raided
it ourselves.

You must've got some
bad information.

Take a load off. Try the chow.

Don't think I like
what's on the menu.

Ah, it's not as bad as it looks.

Grows on you.

Got a lot growing on
me already, thanks.

- Where's the shelter?!
- I don't know.

Please!

I-I wasn't always like this.

I used to be a
special-ed teacher.

Perimeter alarm. Something's
breached the gates.

Could this be an attack?
Like those other Outposts?

Get out of the carriage!

Show yourself.

Now!

The hell is going on?

It's clean.

Apples.

Why would The Cooperative

send a carriage with apples?

- Not a blemish.
- If they're prewar,

how would they have
been preserved?

It's really not that
hard to imagine.

Modern apples have a
shelf life of months

because of all the chemicals
they inject into them

at special atmospheric
packing facilities.

I ran a nutrition
blog before the war.

It was really
catching on, I think.

Maybe they were grown
in The Sanctuary.

Langdon must have had them
delivered to show everyone

what will be waiting
for the chosen.

Not sure that's a...

Exquisite.

I'd swear it was tree-ripened.

Looks like a Red Delicious.

Probably grown on
the East Coast.

They're not from the East Coast.

They're a gift from the gods.

They're divine providence.

The answer to our prayer.

Perhaps you should take
care of the horses

before they die on the lawn.

There's not a bad
apple in the bunch.

What if they were all bad?

What do you mean?

Poisoned.

Might take a little
work to extract it,

but we've got plenty.

And we won't have to convince
any of them to devour these.

But we need to make sure

they all eat them
at the same time.

A party, perhaps.

I don't know who I am.

I can see into the dark places

that people desperately
try to keep hidden.

I don't have any dark places.

Really?

You're afraid.

Of accepting who you are.

Sometimes I feel

like there's someone
buried inside me.

Someone trying to
claw their way out.

Who?

Mallory.

Come on, Venable called
an emergency meeting.

These past several months have
been difficult for all of us.

And perhaps, in my
efforts to keep us safe,

punitive measures have
been taken too far.

I believe now what we need
is a moment of celebration,

camaraderie.

Which is why this weekend,
as a gesture of goodwill,

we will have a
Halloween soiree...

- Ah.
- Ah.

In the style of a Victorian
masquerade ball.

It's Halloween this weekend?

If only my nana were here

to enjoy it with me.

We've all lost track
of time a bit.

And this festive occasion

is the perfect opportunity
to remedy this.

And I encourage you all
to use your imaginations,

to create what I am sure
will be exquisite costumes.

Attendance is mandatory.

Mallory...

why are you molesting my Loubs?

I was just thinking maybe I could
use the spikes for a mask.

You've always hated this pair,
you haven't touched them

- for years.
- Well, have you ever heard

of something having
sentimental value?

Besides, I don't think the, uh,

fancy dressing up stuff
is really for you Grays.

Oh, my God,

do you remember that Halloween
where you dressed up

as young Michael Jackson
from The Jackson 5,

and then I dressed as
Michael Jackson on trial

for touching little boys?

Yes! It was the best.

I fucking love Halloween.
It's the one day of the year

when the rest of the world
puts in some effort

to be fabulous, like I
am every other day.

I don't know why Venable has
such a hard-on for Halloween.

It's not like we've
celebrated any other holidays

since we checked
into this hellhole.

The closest thing we had to
a Christmas feast was Stu.

- Yeah.
- Wait.

What if Halloween is an excuse?

Oh, my God.

They're using the party

to announce who's going
to The Sanctuary.

Okay, we have to rethink
this whole look.

- I just, I think it's too much.
- What?

I don't want to rub it in for
the ones that don't get picked.

No offense, Mallory.

I didn't think I
was going anyways.

I think that the people who
are gonna go already know.

Wait. What do you mean? Did
Langdon tell you you're in?

Well, let's just say

our one-on-one was
very illuminating.

Wait.

Did something weird
happen to you, too?

What are you babbling about?
What did he say to you?

It wasn't anything he said.

It was... uh... a feeling.

I think I set the room on fire.

What? Like you knocked over
a candle or something?

No. Like flames shot out of the
fireplace and went everywhere.

I know this is impossible,

but I think I made the
fire with my mind.

Yeah, we're definitely not
talking about the same thing.

Maybe it was the
blast, the radiation,

it did something and now
I'm like the Dark Phoenix.

What are you saying? Are you
saying you have superpowers now?

I don't know.

Never mind.

Oh, well, hey, Mallory,

uh, there's a fire right
there, bitch, do it again.

Come on. Prove it.

Make flames shoot
out everywhere.

Oh. This is pretty lame,

even for you, Mallory.

Some people just have
nothing special about them,

and you have to be
okay with that.

Maybe you can see if
you have a superpower

that allows you to shut your
piehole and get back to work.

My costume isn't going
to make itself.

And why are you even
touching my stuff?

Evie's room is full of
crap that you can use,

not that she'll be needing
any of it anymore.

Maybe I can see if
I've got a superpower

to make you disappear.

She's out of her mind.

- Ow.
- No treats until the time comes.

Nobody's even seen a
piece of fresh fruit

in over 18 months. Where
did this come from?

Perhaps I should drag
in one of the horses

who rode through hell to gift
us these sweet little wonders

so you can look it in the mouth.

I know. It's symbolic.

It's the Garden of Eden,
apples from paradise.

It's obviously from
The Sanctuary.

We should say grace to thank the
universe for sending them to us.

- You are so fucking annoying.
- Enough.

Ms. Venable said everyone
will get a chance

to bob for apples later.

Ladies and gentlemen,

may I present Ms. Coco St.
Pierre Vanderbilt.

Can we clap, please? Thank you.

- You did that?
- Without a blow-dryer.

Sometimes I even
astonish myself.

Boo.

Tonight is All Hallows' Eve,

which marks the beginning of
the dark half of the year,

when the boundary between this
world and the Other thins,

and lost souls pierce
the firmament,

desperate to find
their way home.

It is a night to
remember the dead,

and there have been far
too many to mourn.

But also to celebrate that
we have yet to join them.

We delight in the small things

that were once
taken for granted.

To eat. To drink.

Music and dance.

Everyone, and I mean everyone,

should savor this night
as if it were their last.

♪ But I just can't
live without ♪

♪ Your lovin' and affection

♪ Giving me direction

♪ Like a guiding light

♪ To help me through
my darkest hour ♪

♪ Lately I'm a-prayin'

♪ That you'll always
be a-stayin' ♪

♪ Beside me

♪ Used to be my life

♪ Was just emotions
passing by... ♪

♪ ...Really knowing why

♪

Oh. And who are you?

Well, you're not Andre.

And I would know my
hairdresser anywhere.

Oh. Well, this must be Mr.
Langdon.

I would be honored.

Mmm.

I know the whole interview
thing is bullshit.

You have to keep up appearances,

but you already know who
gets to go to The Sanctuary.

I got into Harvard, so I
know how things work.

You'll make the
announcement later tonight.

I'll get in, of course.

But I want us to be in
sync on who's kept out.

I've spent 18 months
with these people,

so I think my opinion
holds a little weight.

I mean, that's what I'm
good at, opinions.

I'm an influencer.

People do what I do because
I have great taste.

But you already know that
about me, don't you?

But what is it you don't know?

You see an intelligent,
confident young woman

who always gets what she wants.

But what you don't know

is I'm a woman who
also likes to please.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I can offer you something I
never even gave my boyfriend.

I'm talking about anilingus.

♪ You'll always be.

Defile me any way you like.

Oh, but a warning, I
have a very short tongue

and a sensitive gag reflex.

I know.

I know all about you, Coco.

Oh, my God, Brock.

How the fuck did
you get in here?

What happened to your face?

Radioactive fallout.

Cancer.

Cannibal attacks.

- Infections that never heal.
- Oh, honey.

There wasn't a minute in a day
I didn't think about you.

When that jet took off,
I had to put you away

in that place in my brain

that had everything I loved
but could never have again.

Like... sushi.

Oh, my God.

I'm so happy.

You're back. You're alive.

You're so angry.

Happy Halloween, bitch.

Congratulations.

Let's all wait...

until each person has
had an opportunity

to participate in
tonight's activities.

Then we will feast together
like civilized beings.

I can't find The Fist
or Coco anywhere.

And Mr. Langdon has
declined our invitation.

We got to put the brakes on.

Stop it now. No witnesses.

It's too late for that.

Once they've had their fun,

we'll bring the festivities
and your gun to him.

Oh, I suck at this game.

It's okay. We can share.

Yeah!

The venom will enter
the bloodstream

through their digestive tract...

causing an immediate breakdown

of their nervous systems

and the lining of
their stomachs.

Oh!

It won't be pretty.

We give thanks to
The Cooperative

for this blessed fruit

and the bounties they
have bestowed upon us.

Shelter from the nuclear storm

and the savagery that
threatens our borders.

Our humanity.

It is time to enjoy
our good fortune.

You have your treat.

♪

And here's the trick.

Now, that went off rather well,

don't you think?

Little messier than
I would have hoped.

Least we don't have to
worry about cleaning up.

We shouldn't keep Mr.
Langdon waiting.

Ladies, I'm a little
busy right now

formulating my selections.

This won't take long.

What's this?

We're making the selections now, Mr.
Langdon.

And I'm afraid you
didn't make the cut.

I'm sorry.

I wanted to let you
have your moment,

but I just couldn't hold it in.

You think this is funny?

I think I'm impressed, Ms.
Venable.

I wasn't sure you had it in you.

You've passed the test.

You're perfect for
The Sanctuary.

Ms. Mead.

I wouldn't do that.

Ms. Mead.

I don't know why I did that.

I was always loyal to her.

It's all right.

You were obeying commands,
like you're programmed to do.

My commands.

Did you enjoy executing
the poison apples plan

as much as I enjoyed
coming up with it?

You wanted everyone dead?

I've never been a fan of
getting my hands dirty.

Learned that from my Father.

Always more fun to entice men
and women to dirty deeds.

Confirms what I've
always believed.

W-What do you believe?

That all people,

if given the right
pressures or stimulus,

are evil motherfuckers.

I-I'm having trouble with this.

I know I'm just a machine.

Never say that.

You're not just a machine.

Not to me.

When I tasked The Cooperative's
R & D department

to have you constructed,

I gave them a
prototype to model.

A prototype?

Of someone from my childhood.

Someone very dear to me.

The beautiful boy.

That was me.

But I had to keep the most
important part of you

hidden from your mind.

Why?

To protect you.

And the plan.

But now it's time
to remember it all.

I lost you, and I
couldn't bear it.

I can't imagine a new world
without you by my side.

The only woman who ever
really understood me.

Who ever really loved you.

♪ Baby, I'm-a want you

♪ Baby, I'm-a need you

♪ Oh, it took so long
to find you, baby ♪

♪ Baby, I'm-a want you

♪ Baby, I'm-a need you.

♪ She comes in
colors everywhere ♪

♪ She combs her hair

♪ She's like a rainbow

♪ Coming colors in the air

♪ Oh, everywhere

♪ She comes in colors

♪ She comes in
colors everywhere ♪

♪ She combs her hair

♪ She's like a rainbow...

Find our sisters.

Surprise, bitch.

I bet you thought you'd
seen the last of me.

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