American Horror Story (2011–…): Season 9, Episode 6 - Episode 100 - full transcript
With the horrors of the night behind them the survivors deal with the fallout of their choices.
♪ There's a change of pace ♪
♪ For fantasy and taste... ♪
_
Horst.
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♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ So, when will you call? ♪
♪ I am experienced ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Face-to-face and back-to-back ♪
♪ You see and feel ♪
♪ My sex attack ♪
♪ Sing it... ♪
Hello?
♪ Flesh... ♪
Your music is very loud.
We have to wake up early for Disneyland.
Please turn it down.
Idol only plays one way: full throttle.
What? You don't got
Billy Idol in France?
We're from Germany.
You want to see the sights?
I could show you some things.
Uh, okay.
Thank you.
Do you want to come in?
Uh, no. Thank you.
I-I need to go back.
Fuck that. You're mine.
- Let her go.
- Stay out of this, Key-man!
I need to sleep.
You're starting to be a
real drag. You know that?
You know, I've been your
little sidekick for a year.
I'm tired. I don't like your music.
I don't like living like an animal.
It's not so bad.
And I've had to watch you kill.
Do you even keep track?
Because I do. 11.
That's a start.
I see their faces.
I see them all.
I can't do it anymore.
That's not your decision to make.
Satan gave you life.
You serve at His pleasure.
That's the deal.
If you break that deal,
if you bail, there will be hell to pay,
literally.
Satan. Satan. Satan.
Get your beauty sleep.
♪ Finished with my woman
'cause she couldn't ♪
♪ Help me with my mind ♪
♪ People think I'm insane ♪
♪ Because I am frowning all the time ♪
Hey, you want anything? A beer?
Tab.
♪ All day long, I think of things ♪
♪ But nothing seems to... ♪
♪ And I can't fight this feeling ♪
♪ Anymore ♪
♪ I've forgotten what I
started fighting for... ♪
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_
El Matón.
El es el Matón!
El Matón!
♪ I need someone to show
me the things in life ♪
♪ That I can't find... ♪
Hey!
Get out! Get out.
♪ I must be blind. ♪
♪ I've forgotten what
I started fighting for ♪
♪ And if I have to
crawl upon the floor ♪
♪ Come crashing through your door ♪
♪ Baby, I can't fight
this feeling anymore... ♪
♪ American Horror Story: 1984 9x06 ♪
Episode 100
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♪ You know I'm a dreamer ♪
♪ But my heart's of gold... ♪
Take a picture. It'll last longer.
I, I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to...
Relax, I'm just teasing.
You another one of those
true-crime tourists?
Oh, God, no.
I'm here for the waterfowl.
This lake is a rest stop
on the Pacific Flyway.
Ducks migrate from as far as Patagonia.
- Neat.
- Yeah.
Hoping to catch a green-winged teal
with my new lens.
It was a birthday present.
Mm, happy birthday.
Oh.
No ducks around here, but...
you can take my picture.
♪ I'm on my way... ♪
Um... sure.
Top on or off?
♪ Home sweet home... ♪
Uh, you-you shouldn't.
I'm-I'm here with my girlfriend.
I won't tell if you won't.
What's this?
My fanny pack.
Can I unzip it?
♪ Like an open book ♪
♪ For the whole world to read... ♪
Mmm. That's nice.
♪ Sometimes nothing... ♪
You want to stick it
in me, Birthday Boy?
Oh, God, yes.
Me first.
♪ I'm on my way ♪
♪ I'm on my way ♪
♪ Home sweet home... ♪
So gauche.
Aren't you bored of this by now?
Seriously. I haven't wanted to
so much as touch a living person
since 1972.
Ugh.
Get bent, old-timers.
Stop raining on our blood parade.
Bitchin' kill, babe.
I call next.
This dazzling mansion
tells us we're entering
the private sanctuary
of the real estate
tycoon that women admire
and men desire.
This is Lifestyles of
the Rich and Famous,
television's unchallenged
authority on wealth,
prestige and the good life.
Today we all know Margaret Booth
as the mega-rich real estate mogul
whose properties range from
the macabre to the luxe macabre.
But her life has been far from fabulous.
For a long time, I searched
for meaning in all of this.
Why me?
Why did all these
horrible things keep happening to me?
And then I realized, why not me?
Using a small inheritance
from her late husband,
Margaret began gobbling up
properties with a dark history.
John Wayne Gacy's ranch house.
Briarcliff Manor.
Winchester Mystery House.
I know people look at Spahn Ranch
and think, "That's a bad place."
But today little children
frolic and eat funnel cake
on the same ground where
Manson plotted the murders.
Now, I can't change what happened there.
But you know what makes
Spahn Ranch better?
Spahn Ranch with a Ferris wheel.
But things aren't all work and no play
for this captain of industry.
Behind every successful
magnate is a devoted spouse.
The doctors said the knife
missed my heart by millimeters,
front and back.
When I came out of the coma,
I looked up and there she was.
My savior.
You know, sometimes
I wonder what I did in a
past life to get so lucky.
- Bullshit.
- Two matching hearts...
Of course I know
Gacy gave his victims ice cream.
That's the whole point.
It's an immersive experience.
Why do you think I bought the house?
If Pogo the Clown is not
scooping cones of Rocky Road
in the crawlspace where Gacy hid
his bodies at that grand opening,
I will make that fat fuck's crimes
look like a Boy Scout jamboree!
There it is.
The charm of Margaret Booth,
mistress of the macabre.
What the... fuck, Margaret?
I almost spilled my J&B.
If you have a problem with
the way I run my empire,
then maybe you don't deserve
the fruits of its success.
I have given you everything
and I can take it all away.
Go ahead.
Yeah, I may miss the Bentley,
the yayo, the jiu-jitsu lessons.
But I don't need that shit.
You do. You gave up on God.
But money can't fill the
void left in His place.
Old habits die hard, and
the darkness still whispers,
so don't you fuck with me.
If you're gonna kill me,
make sure I'm dead this time.
I was overjoyed
when I heard you woke up.
You've been in my prayers every night.
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I have to admit, I
was a little surprised
you wanted to see me.
We didn't know each other all that well.
I had to see you.
I mean, what we survived,
that kind of thing binds
two people together forever.
Hmm.
And Brooke, she always seemed so sweet.
I never thought she'd be
capable of such brutality.
Well, people have ways of surprising us.
But... we're safe now.
The jury made sure she
can't hurt anyone again.
Your strength inspires me, Margaret.
Surviving two massacres.
It seems impossible.
Unless you're the one holding the knife.
You remember.
Okay, how long do I have
till the cops show up?
They're not coming.
I wanted to call them.
The thought of Brooke taking the fall
for your crimes sickens me.
But then I played it out in my head.
If I come forward there will be a trial.
And you have an army of lawyers
and a fortune at your disposal. Me...
all I have is my word.
The only way I can make it now
is with a wealthy sugar mama.
Oh. Okay, so this is about money.
Hmm.
Okay, Trevor,
you want to taste my riches?
You want a pampered life?
There's only one way
that's going to happen.
You need to stand by
my side as my loving,
devoted husband.
I'm... blackmailing you, Margaret.
Why would you want to marry me?
Because, darling...
they can't make you
testify against your spouse.
I'd rather be dead
than indebted to a monster.
I'm done, Margaret.
I want out.
Where are you gonna go?
The only valuable asset you have
is dangling between your legs,
and even that thing is dead
weight with all the coke you do.
Without me, you're nothing.
I hate you.
I hate you more.
What do you think of my asset now? Huh?
Still dead weight?
Ms. Booth? Ms. Booth?
What the fuck, Courtney?
This kind of news cannot wait.
What kind of assistant would I be
if I didn't zip over the minute I heard?
Heard what?
Brooke Thompson has
lost her last appeal.
She's gonna be executed.
I want to welcome you
to San Quentin State Prison.
For the next ten days,
while you are in my charge,
you will be kept safe and comfortable,
as much as a prison will allow,
until the time you
are released in death.
Do you have any questions?
You're quiet.
That's good.
Keep it that way.
Shut up!
I knew we'd see each other again.
You should've let me kill you
that night in your apartment.
Would've saved everyone
a lot of trouble.
But now you're where you belong.
Montana would be happy.
I gutted that bitch from the inside out,
and now she's in hell
licking Satan's balls.
She should be so lucky!
What's with all this fleece?
Ooh. Hey.
- Is this a good look for me?
- Yeah.
If you're going for "sad soccer mom".
Fuck you.
Goddamn it, Montana!
- Here comes Cranky Pants.
- There's a dead body on the dock,
rotting in broad fucking daylight!
Chill. Just clean it
up like you always do.
No, you can't kill every single person
that wanders through here.
- Yes, I can.
- Yeah. She can.
There are no rules for the dead.
You don't know that; you don't
know why we're stuck here.
No one does, Ray.
But you know what I realized?
Nothing we do matters.
When I was alive, in the
last moments of my life,
I tried everything I could to be good.
I tried to save Bertie.
I fucking saved Margaret.
And she killed me.
And now I kill people.
- And guess what.
- What?
Nothing happens.
Being good got me nowhere,
but being bad feels really good.
So you and the old-timers and
the entire fucking universe
can suck it.
Holy shit.
Look.
Oh, my God.
The bitch is finally gonna get hers.
"Convicted on 11 counts
of first-degree murder"?
This can't be. She
didn't do anything wrong.
She killed me, Ray.
Wasn't that wrong?
- That was wrong, Ray.
- Yeah. Ray.
Dustin, you back?
Hey! Hello!
Okay, uh, who are you? Where's Dustin?
I don't know who that is.
Um...
I was just...
uh, hiking around, and
I saw your newspaper.
Sorry. Just let me explain.
See, you see the woman
on the front page here?
Brooke Thompson. She's my friend.
You're friends with a serial killer?
Don't listen to him. He's delusional.
Stay out of this!
Where-Where's... ?
Bye, bitch.
No!
That's it.
I'm done cleaning up after you assholes!
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Electric chair.
That's how I'd want to go,
if they give me a choice.
Bolts of lightning
shattering through my body.
That's rock and roll.
But lethal injection?
That one's no fun.
Sounds like just one shot.
But no.
They inject the anesthetic first.
Makes you lose consciousness.
So they say. Doesn't always take.
Then the paralytic,
my personal favorite.
Makes your lungs stop
working, but your heart
keeps beating, which means
you're still alive.
But you can't move
because no one wants to see you writhing
from the pain of the last injection.
Potassium chloride.
Odorless.
Colorless.
Liquid fire.
It burns through your veins.
They say sedation makes it more humane.
So you won't suffer.
That's a lie.
It will burn
and snake through your body
until it gets to your
heart and stops it.
Forever.
Unless you have my help.
My master thinks you have potential.
He can protect you.
Even from death.
All you have to do
is say yes.
Fuck off.
Satan. Satan. Satan.
Did you push enter? I loaded
the file onto the floppy this morning.
Over a thousand dollars for
this thing, and it is useless!
Just give me the report
the old-fashioned way.
- Come on, come on.
- These are...
the first quarter numbers
on the Lizzie Borden house.
Five times over expectations.
Well, maybe over the board's
expectations but not mine.
I told them, this house
is in the most charming
part of Fall River.
Let's turn it into a
high-end bed-and-breakfast
just like the one on CBS's Newhart.
But at night
we'll have actors in old-timey clothes
carrying axes wake the guests up.
So, once again, who was right?
You, Margaret.
You're damn fucking tooting.
What else do you have?
Uh, have we heard back
about the Ed Gein farm?
Oh, I have my lamp guy
making faux human skin
shades for every room.
Um, that deal fell through.
- What?
- Um,
some of the locals were making noise
- about us being down there.
- Oh.
Okay, so they would rather
their town remain a boil
on the sphincter that is Wisconsin?
- Oh.
- They don't want tourists and yuppies
making the trip up there
to buy their homemade jams
and disgusting beef
jerky and bathtub gasoline
because my immersive Ed Gein experience
gave them a reason to make the trip?
They think it's morbid.
That we dishonor the dead.
Frankly, it's the third deal
that has fallen through
in the last few months.
Maybe we should think
about selling the business.
We're at peak value.
Bullshit!
We are just beginning.
Murder has always sold well.
You're gonna want to see this.
"Murder returns to Camp Redwood."
Do we still own that camp?
That means we're liable.
The families could sue.
Oh, this is just a disaster.
This is not a disaster.
This is the best news
we've gotten in years.
Mmm, mmm, mmm? Come on.
Yum, yum, green stuff. It's delicious.
He's just like his father.
He hates his vegetables.
Oh, he's nothing like me.
He'll never be a loser.
He'll never have to... change his name,
- hide who he really is.
- Baby.
This is Alaska.
Everybody here is
running from something.
How many times do I have
to tell you? You're my Superman.
You saved my life.
Sometimes I don't feel
like I deserve him or you.
Not after everything I've done.
You were a murderer,
and I was a prostitute.
And people like us
need to forget the past.
All we have is now, and all we can do
is answer one question every day.
Are you happy?
I am.
I am, too.
Okay, you got to go.
Come on. I'll try feeding him.
Oh, I don't want to jinx it,
but Brett told me I'm
up for a promotion.
- Assistant manager.
- Oh.
Well, then, you definitely
don't want to be late for work.
All right.
Bye-bye. Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye. Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye, Daddy.
All right. Hey. Come on, sugar.
Eat something for Mama.
Grow up big and strong
like your daddy.
I hate it when people return the movie
at the end of the tape.
Be kind, rewind.
That's cool.
We should put that on a sign.
You know, most of my staff,
they don't give a shit
about renting videos.
But you're killing it, Donald.
I like it here.
I heard the owner's thinking
about opening another store
in Juneau.
Lots of opportunities in VHS.
Now, I know
both the beauty and
the horror of this camp.
I want to baptize this place.
Yes, with the cool waters
of this bottomless lake,
which is perfect for
swimming and boating,
but also with the
power of rock and roll!
I've secured an
all-star lineup of bands,
and a select, well-paying few
can stay in the actual cabins
where the massacres took place.
Any of your famous scares
planned for Halloween night?
You know me well.
Yes, there will be plenty of
spooky and bloody surprises.
But call our 800 number
as soon as you can,
because our VIP members
have already bought 80% of our tickets
during our special presale.
Aren't you concerned
with the recent murders
that occurred in this very spot?
There's still blood on the dock.
Well, yes, there may be a killer
stalking these woods again.
But don't you want to be scared?
All right, that's it for today.
- Margaret.
- Wait.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait.
Do you have any idea what it feels like
to have every cell in your
body screaming for oxygen,
and all you can breathe is water?
That bitch needs to die.
Don't worry. You'll have your chance.
We all will.
It's gonna be full hunting grounds.
And in the latest
twist of a role reversal,
the site for the hottest music fest
on Halloween weekend is Camp Redwood,
the blood-soaked grounds of
the infamous 1984 murders.
The festival is the
brainchild of Margaret Booth,
the survivor of the massacre
turned mega successful
real estate magnate.
I'm sorry, Donald. I'll turn it off.
It's okay.
But you-you told me
you never want to see that place again.
Camp Redwood was another life.
I look at that place now,
and I feel...
nothing.
I'm over it.
I'm free.
Oh, shoot. Sorry.
Looking nice, Red.
Thanks, baby. You, too.
Some scene out there.
I almost thought I wasn't
gonna get in to see you.
People are jerking off over
some chick eating a needle.
Like anyone gives a shit
about what they think.
You think it's finally
gonna happen tonight?
She lost her final appeal.
Bitch is gonna buy it.
It's too bad.
She's got some skills.
Well, I think I have some
news that you might like.
There's a concert coming up.
It sounds really cool.
They're having it out where they had
all those murders in '84.
Camp Redwood.
Check out the headliner.
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Billy Idol.
I know you're a huge
fan, so I bought a ticket,
and I'm gonna bring a
tape recorder in there
and make you your very own bootleg.
These other bands...
bunch of one-hit, new wave clowns.
20 years from now, no one's
gonna know they ever existed.
Who cares about them?
That's the point.
The '80s was their time.
And mine.
But the decade's ending.
Pretty soon, I'm gonna
be just like them.
The fucking pop culture trivia.
A novelty act, faded into memory.
- That's not true.
- It will be
if I don't do anything about it.
A true artist has many phases.
They produce over many
decades, not just one.
They evolve.
Like Picasso
or Billy or...
I don't want to fade, Red.
I want to be immortal.
I need to make sure they never forget.
All prisoners secured
and accounted for?
Yes, sir.
I see no one's warned you
about the dangers of eating prison chow.
It's time.
It's customary that I offer
last rites to the condemned.
God wants to save every soul,
even yours.
Fuck that guy.
Amen to that.
Last chance, baby girl.
Ride or die?
Master,
I don't question your judgment
or why you've put me here.
But I can be more.
Give me a shot at immortality,
and I promise the rivers
of hell will overflow
with the rain of souls that I send you.
If you have any last words...
I know you're there, Margaret.
I have committed no crimes.
I am and always will be innocent.
And you...
are gonna burn for
wanting to watch me die.
Had to have a third one, didn't you?
Idiot.
I knew you'd come.
Time of death, 12:02 a.m.
The sentence of Brooke
Thompson has been carried out.
Please exit.
Well, that was... anticlimactic.
It was a fucking bore is what it was.
They really should bring
back the guillotine.
I would have paid good
money to see her head roll.
Dude, I came here last night
and rented three movies.
Friday the 13th,
Faces of Death, and
Nightmare on Elm Street.
But th-this is what you gave me.
Um...
Terms of Endearment,
Mystic Pizza, and...
Tootsie.
Is this some kind of joke
or are you just plain stupid?
There's not one kill
in those three movies.
You shouldn't watch horror movies.
There's too much
violence in this society.
Sorry I'm late.
Brett had me stocking a hundred copies
of Who Framed Roger Rabbit for Friday.
But guess who got an advance copy.
Lorraine?
Lorraine?
No.
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♪ I am the son ♪
♪ And the heir ♪
♪ Of a shyness... ♪
What in the devil?
♪ I am the son and heir ♪
Bobby?
♪ Of nothing in particular... ♪
Lorraine?
Donald?
Donald?
What is this?
Where's Lorraine?
Dead!
Your sister's dead.
♪ And I need to be loved... ♪
I thought I could have a life.
I thought... I could be free.
But I'll never be free.
Darkness will always walk with me.
When Bobby's old enough to understand,
tell him I loved him
more than everything.
Where are you going?
If you love him, why are you leaving?
To protect him.
To end this.
♪ I am the son ♪
Goodbye, son.
♪ And the heir ♪
♪ Of a shyness that
is criminally vulgar ♪
♪ I am the son and heir ♪
♪ Of nothing in particular ♪
♪ You shut your mouth ♪
♪ How can you say ♪
♪ I go about things the wrong way? ♪
♪ I am human and I need to be loved ♪
♪ Just like everybody else does. ♪
Welcome back to the land of the living.
♪ For fantasy and taste... ♪
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Horst.
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♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ So, when will you call? ♪
♪ I am experienced ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Face-to-face and back-to-back ♪
♪ You see and feel ♪
♪ My sex attack ♪
♪ Sing it... ♪
Hello?
♪ Flesh... ♪
Your music is very loud.
We have to wake up early for Disneyland.
Please turn it down.
Idol only plays one way: full throttle.
What? You don't got
Billy Idol in France?
We're from Germany.
You want to see the sights?
I could show you some things.
Uh, okay.
Thank you.
Do you want to come in?
Uh, no. Thank you.
I-I need to go back.
Fuck that. You're mine.
- Let her go.
- Stay out of this, Key-man!
I need to sleep.
You're starting to be a
real drag. You know that?
You know, I've been your
little sidekick for a year.
I'm tired. I don't like your music.
I don't like living like an animal.
It's not so bad.
And I've had to watch you kill.
Do you even keep track?
Because I do. 11.
That's a start.
I see their faces.
I see them all.
I can't do it anymore.
That's not your decision to make.
Satan gave you life.
You serve at His pleasure.
That's the deal.
If you break that deal,
if you bail, there will be hell to pay,
literally.
Satan. Satan. Satan.
Get your beauty sleep.
♪ Finished with my woman
'cause she couldn't ♪
♪ Help me with my mind ♪
♪ People think I'm insane ♪
♪ Because I am frowning all the time ♪
Hey, you want anything? A beer?
Tab.
♪ All day long, I think of things ♪
♪ But nothing seems to... ♪
♪ And I can't fight this feeling ♪
♪ Anymore ♪
♪ I've forgotten what I
started fighting for... ♪
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El Matón.
El es el Matón!
El Matón!
♪ I need someone to show
me the things in life ♪
♪ That I can't find... ♪
Hey!
Get out! Get out.
♪ I must be blind. ♪
♪ I've forgotten what
I started fighting for ♪
♪ And if I have to
crawl upon the floor ♪
♪ Come crashing through your door ♪
♪ Baby, I can't fight
this feeling anymore... ♪
♪ American Horror Story: 1984 9x06 ♪
Episode 100
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♪ You know I'm a dreamer ♪
♪ But my heart's of gold... ♪
Take a picture. It'll last longer.
I, I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to...
Relax, I'm just teasing.
You another one of those
true-crime tourists?
Oh, God, no.
I'm here for the waterfowl.
This lake is a rest stop
on the Pacific Flyway.
Ducks migrate from as far as Patagonia.
- Neat.
- Yeah.
Hoping to catch a green-winged teal
with my new lens.
It was a birthday present.
Mm, happy birthday.
Oh.
No ducks around here, but...
you can take my picture.
♪ I'm on my way... ♪
Um... sure.
Top on or off?
♪ Home sweet home... ♪
Uh, you-you shouldn't.
I'm-I'm here with my girlfriend.
I won't tell if you won't.
What's this?
My fanny pack.
Can I unzip it?
♪ Like an open book ♪
♪ For the whole world to read... ♪
Mmm. That's nice.
♪ Sometimes nothing... ♪
You want to stick it
in me, Birthday Boy?
Oh, God, yes.
Me first.
♪ I'm on my way ♪
♪ I'm on my way ♪
♪ Home sweet home... ♪
So gauche.
Aren't you bored of this by now?
Seriously. I haven't wanted to
so much as touch a living person
since 1972.
Ugh.
Get bent, old-timers.
Stop raining on our blood parade.
Bitchin' kill, babe.
I call next.
This dazzling mansion
tells us we're entering
the private sanctuary
of the real estate
tycoon that women admire
and men desire.
This is Lifestyles of
the Rich and Famous,
television's unchallenged
authority on wealth,
prestige and the good life.
Today we all know Margaret Booth
as the mega-rich real estate mogul
whose properties range from
the macabre to the luxe macabre.
But her life has been far from fabulous.
For a long time, I searched
for meaning in all of this.
Why me?
Why did all these
horrible things keep happening to me?
And then I realized, why not me?
Using a small inheritance
from her late husband,
Margaret began gobbling up
properties with a dark history.
John Wayne Gacy's ranch house.
Briarcliff Manor.
Winchester Mystery House.
I know people look at Spahn Ranch
and think, "That's a bad place."
But today little children
frolic and eat funnel cake
on the same ground where
Manson plotted the murders.
Now, I can't change what happened there.
But you know what makes
Spahn Ranch better?
Spahn Ranch with a Ferris wheel.
But things aren't all work and no play
for this captain of industry.
Behind every successful
magnate is a devoted spouse.
The doctors said the knife
missed my heart by millimeters,
front and back.
When I came out of the coma,
I looked up and there she was.
My savior.
You know, sometimes
I wonder what I did in a
past life to get so lucky.
- Bullshit.
- Two matching hearts...
Of course I know
Gacy gave his victims ice cream.
That's the whole point.
It's an immersive experience.
Why do you think I bought the house?
If Pogo the Clown is not
scooping cones of Rocky Road
in the crawlspace where Gacy hid
his bodies at that grand opening,
I will make that fat fuck's crimes
look like a Boy Scout jamboree!
There it is.
The charm of Margaret Booth,
mistress of the macabre.
What the... fuck, Margaret?
I almost spilled my J&B.
If you have a problem with
the way I run my empire,
then maybe you don't deserve
the fruits of its success.
I have given you everything
and I can take it all away.
Go ahead.
Yeah, I may miss the Bentley,
the yayo, the jiu-jitsu lessons.
But I don't need that shit.
You do. You gave up on God.
But money can't fill the
void left in His place.
Old habits die hard, and
the darkness still whispers,
so don't you fuck with me.
If you're gonna kill me,
make sure I'm dead this time.
I was overjoyed
when I heard you woke up.
You've been in my prayers every night.
_
I have to admit, I
was a little surprised
you wanted to see me.
We didn't know each other all that well.
I had to see you.
I mean, what we survived,
that kind of thing binds
two people together forever.
Hmm.
And Brooke, she always seemed so sweet.
I never thought she'd be
capable of such brutality.
Well, people have ways of surprising us.
But... we're safe now.
The jury made sure she
can't hurt anyone again.
Your strength inspires me, Margaret.
Surviving two massacres.
It seems impossible.
Unless you're the one holding the knife.
You remember.
Okay, how long do I have
till the cops show up?
They're not coming.
I wanted to call them.
The thought of Brooke taking the fall
for your crimes sickens me.
But then I played it out in my head.
If I come forward there will be a trial.
And you have an army of lawyers
and a fortune at your disposal. Me...
all I have is my word.
The only way I can make it now
is with a wealthy sugar mama.
Oh. Okay, so this is about money.
Hmm.
Okay, Trevor,
you want to taste my riches?
You want a pampered life?
There's only one way
that's going to happen.
You need to stand by
my side as my loving,
devoted husband.
I'm... blackmailing you, Margaret.
Why would you want to marry me?
Because, darling...
they can't make you
testify against your spouse.
I'd rather be dead
than indebted to a monster.
I'm done, Margaret.
I want out.
Where are you gonna go?
The only valuable asset you have
is dangling between your legs,
and even that thing is dead
weight with all the coke you do.
Without me, you're nothing.
I hate you.
I hate you more.
What do you think of my asset now? Huh?
Still dead weight?
Ms. Booth? Ms. Booth?
What the fuck, Courtney?
This kind of news cannot wait.
What kind of assistant would I be
if I didn't zip over the minute I heard?
Heard what?
Brooke Thompson has
lost her last appeal.
She's gonna be executed.
I want to welcome you
to San Quentin State Prison.
For the next ten days,
while you are in my charge,
you will be kept safe and comfortable,
as much as a prison will allow,
until the time you
are released in death.
Do you have any questions?
You're quiet.
That's good.
Keep it that way.
Shut up!
I knew we'd see each other again.
You should've let me kill you
that night in your apartment.
Would've saved everyone
a lot of trouble.
But now you're where you belong.
Montana would be happy.
I gutted that bitch from the inside out,
and now she's in hell
licking Satan's balls.
She should be so lucky!
What's with all this fleece?
Ooh. Hey.
- Is this a good look for me?
- Yeah.
If you're going for "sad soccer mom".
Fuck you.
Goddamn it, Montana!
- Here comes Cranky Pants.
- There's a dead body on the dock,
rotting in broad fucking daylight!
Chill. Just clean it
up like you always do.
No, you can't kill every single person
that wanders through here.
- Yes, I can.
- Yeah. She can.
There are no rules for the dead.
You don't know that; you don't
know why we're stuck here.
No one does, Ray.
But you know what I realized?
Nothing we do matters.
When I was alive, in the
last moments of my life,
I tried everything I could to be good.
I tried to save Bertie.
I fucking saved Margaret.
And she killed me.
And now I kill people.
- And guess what.
- What?
Nothing happens.
Being good got me nowhere,
but being bad feels really good.
So you and the old-timers and
the entire fucking universe
can suck it.
Holy shit.
Look.
Oh, my God.
The bitch is finally gonna get hers.
"Convicted on 11 counts
of first-degree murder"?
This can't be. She
didn't do anything wrong.
She killed me, Ray.
Wasn't that wrong?
- That was wrong, Ray.
- Yeah. Ray.
Dustin, you back?
Hey! Hello!
Okay, uh, who are you? Where's Dustin?
I don't know who that is.
Um...
I was just...
uh, hiking around, and
I saw your newspaper.
Sorry. Just let me explain.
See, you see the woman
on the front page here?
Brooke Thompson. She's my friend.
You're friends with a serial killer?
Don't listen to him. He's delusional.
Stay out of this!
Where-Where's... ?
Bye, bitch.
No!
That's it.
I'm done cleaning up after you assholes!
_
Electric chair.
That's how I'd want to go,
if they give me a choice.
Bolts of lightning
shattering through my body.
That's rock and roll.
But lethal injection?
That one's no fun.
Sounds like just one shot.
But no.
They inject the anesthetic first.
Makes you lose consciousness.
So they say. Doesn't always take.
Then the paralytic,
my personal favorite.
Makes your lungs stop
working, but your heart
keeps beating, which means
you're still alive.
But you can't move
because no one wants to see you writhing
from the pain of the last injection.
Potassium chloride.
Odorless.
Colorless.
Liquid fire.
It burns through your veins.
They say sedation makes it more humane.
So you won't suffer.
That's a lie.
It will burn
and snake through your body
until it gets to your
heart and stops it.
Forever.
Unless you have my help.
My master thinks you have potential.
He can protect you.
Even from death.
All you have to do
is say yes.
Fuck off.
Satan. Satan. Satan.
Did you push enter? I loaded
the file onto the floppy this morning.
Over a thousand dollars for
this thing, and it is useless!
Just give me the report
the old-fashioned way.
- Come on, come on.
- These are...
the first quarter numbers
on the Lizzie Borden house.
Five times over expectations.
Well, maybe over the board's
expectations but not mine.
I told them, this house
is in the most charming
part of Fall River.
Let's turn it into a
high-end bed-and-breakfast
just like the one on CBS's Newhart.
But at night
we'll have actors in old-timey clothes
carrying axes wake the guests up.
So, once again, who was right?
You, Margaret.
You're damn fucking tooting.
What else do you have?
Uh, have we heard back
about the Ed Gein farm?
Oh, I have my lamp guy
making faux human skin
shades for every room.
Um, that deal fell through.
- What?
- Um,
some of the locals were making noise
- about us being down there.
- Oh.
Okay, so they would rather
their town remain a boil
on the sphincter that is Wisconsin?
- Oh.
- They don't want tourists and yuppies
making the trip up there
to buy their homemade jams
and disgusting beef
jerky and bathtub gasoline
because my immersive Ed Gein experience
gave them a reason to make the trip?
They think it's morbid.
That we dishonor the dead.
Frankly, it's the third deal
that has fallen through
in the last few months.
Maybe we should think
about selling the business.
We're at peak value.
Bullshit!
We are just beginning.
Murder has always sold well.
You're gonna want to see this.
"Murder returns to Camp Redwood."
Do we still own that camp?
That means we're liable.
The families could sue.
Oh, this is just a disaster.
This is not a disaster.
This is the best news
we've gotten in years.
Mmm, mmm, mmm? Come on.
Yum, yum, green stuff. It's delicious.
He's just like his father.
He hates his vegetables.
Oh, he's nothing like me.
He'll never be a loser.
He'll never have to... change his name,
- hide who he really is.
- Baby.
This is Alaska.
Everybody here is
running from something.
How many times do I have
to tell you? You're my Superman.
You saved my life.
Sometimes I don't feel
like I deserve him or you.
Not after everything I've done.
You were a murderer,
and I was a prostitute.
And people like us
need to forget the past.
All we have is now, and all we can do
is answer one question every day.
Are you happy?
I am.
I am, too.
Okay, you got to go.
Come on. I'll try feeding him.
Oh, I don't want to jinx it,
but Brett told me I'm
up for a promotion.
- Assistant manager.
- Oh.
Well, then, you definitely
don't want to be late for work.
All right.
Bye-bye. Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye. Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye, Daddy.
All right. Hey. Come on, sugar.
Eat something for Mama.
Grow up big and strong
like your daddy.
I hate it when people return the movie
at the end of the tape.
Be kind, rewind.
That's cool.
We should put that on a sign.
You know, most of my staff,
they don't give a shit
about renting videos.
But you're killing it, Donald.
I like it here.
I heard the owner's thinking
about opening another store
in Juneau.
Lots of opportunities in VHS.
Now, I know
both the beauty and
the horror of this camp.
I want to baptize this place.
Yes, with the cool waters
of this bottomless lake,
which is perfect for
swimming and boating,
but also with the
power of rock and roll!
I've secured an
all-star lineup of bands,
and a select, well-paying few
can stay in the actual cabins
where the massacres took place.
Any of your famous scares
planned for Halloween night?
You know me well.
Yes, there will be plenty of
spooky and bloody surprises.
But call our 800 number
as soon as you can,
because our VIP members
have already bought 80% of our tickets
during our special presale.
Aren't you concerned
with the recent murders
that occurred in this very spot?
There's still blood on the dock.
Well, yes, there may be a killer
stalking these woods again.
But don't you want to be scared?
All right, that's it for today.
- Margaret.
- Wait.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait.
Do you have any idea what it feels like
to have every cell in your
body screaming for oxygen,
and all you can breathe is water?
That bitch needs to die.
Don't worry. You'll have your chance.
We all will.
It's gonna be full hunting grounds.
And in the latest
twist of a role reversal,
the site for the hottest music fest
on Halloween weekend is Camp Redwood,
the blood-soaked grounds of
the infamous 1984 murders.
The festival is the
brainchild of Margaret Booth,
the survivor of the massacre
turned mega successful
real estate magnate.
I'm sorry, Donald. I'll turn it off.
It's okay.
But you-you told me
you never want to see that place again.
Camp Redwood was another life.
I look at that place now,
and I feel...
nothing.
I'm over it.
I'm free.
Oh, shoot. Sorry.
Looking nice, Red.
Thanks, baby. You, too.
Some scene out there.
I almost thought I wasn't
gonna get in to see you.
People are jerking off over
some chick eating a needle.
Like anyone gives a shit
about what they think.
You think it's finally
gonna happen tonight?
She lost her final appeal.
Bitch is gonna buy it.
It's too bad.
She's got some skills.
Well, I think I have some
news that you might like.
There's a concert coming up.
It sounds really cool.
They're having it out where they had
all those murders in '84.
Camp Redwood.
Check out the headliner.
_
Billy Idol.
I know you're a huge
fan, so I bought a ticket,
and I'm gonna bring a
tape recorder in there
and make you your very own bootleg.
These other bands...
bunch of one-hit, new wave clowns.
20 years from now, no one's
gonna know they ever existed.
Who cares about them?
That's the point.
The '80s was their time.
And mine.
But the decade's ending.
Pretty soon, I'm gonna
be just like them.
The fucking pop culture trivia.
A novelty act, faded into memory.
- That's not true.
- It will be
if I don't do anything about it.
A true artist has many phases.
They produce over many
decades, not just one.
They evolve.
Like Picasso
or Billy or...
I don't want to fade, Red.
I want to be immortal.
I need to make sure they never forget.
All prisoners secured
and accounted for?
Yes, sir.
I see no one's warned you
about the dangers of eating prison chow.
It's time.
It's customary that I offer
last rites to the condemned.
God wants to save every soul,
even yours.
Fuck that guy.
Amen to that.
Last chance, baby girl.
Ride or die?
Master,
I don't question your judgment
or why you've put me here.
But I can be more.
Give me a shot at immortality,
and I promise the rivers
of hell will overflow
with the rain of souls that I send you.
If you have any last words...
I know you're there, Margaret.
I have committed no crimes.
I am and always will be innocent.
And you...
are gonna burn for
wanting to watch me die.
Had to have a third one, didn't you?
Idiot.
I knew you'd come.
Time of death, 12:02 a.m.
The sentence of Brooke
Thompson has been carried out.
Please exit.
Well, that was... anticlimactic.
It was a fucking bore is what it was.
They really should bring
back the guillotine.
I would have paid good
money to see her head roll.
Dude, I came here last night
and rented three movies.
Friday the 13th,
Faces of Death, and
Nightmare on Elm Street.
But th-this is what you gave me.
Um...
Terms of Endearment,
Mystic Pizza, and...
Tootsie.
Is this some kind of joke
or are you just plain stupid?
There's not one kill
in those three movies.
You shouldn't watch horror movies.
There's too much
violence in this society.
Sorry I'm late.
Brett had me stocking a hundred copies
of Who Framed Roger Rabbit for Friday.
But guess who got an advance copy.
Lorraine?
Lorraine?
No.
_
♪ I am the son ♪
♪ And the heir ♪
♪ Of a shyness... ♪
What in the devil?
♪ I am the son and heir ♪
Bobby?
♪ Of nothing in particular... ♪
Lorraine?
Donald?
Donald?
What is this?
Where's Lorraine?
Dead!
Your sister's dead.
♪ And I need to be loved... ♪
I thought I could have a life.
I thought... I could be free.
But I'll never be free.
Darkness will always walk with me.
When Bobby's old enough to understand,
tell him I loved him
more than everything.
Where are you going?
If you love him, why are you leaving?
To protect him.
To end this.
♪ I am the son ♪
Goodbye, son.
♪ And the heir ♪
♪ Of a shyness that
is criminally vulgar ♪
♪ I am the son and heir ♪
♪ Of nothing in particular ♪
♪ You shut your mouth ♪
♪ How can you say ♪
♪ I go about things the wrong way? ♪
♪ I am human and I need to be loved ♪
♪ Just like everybody else does. ♪
Welcome back to the land of the living.