All language subtitles for American.Horror.Story.S02E06.1080p.BluRay.x265-n0m1

911. What is your emergency?

You need to send a car
to Briarcliff. They're waiting.

Who's waiting?

I've been a very busy boy.

Can you give me your name?
Hello?

You'll know my name
when you see them.

They were impostors.

Police.

Anybody here?

Jesus, Bobby.

Holy shit.

I used to think
it must be my fault.

My own child, who lived
inside me for nine months,

someone I nursed and bathed
and held and sang lullabies to.

I have two other children,
Sister,

both of them perfectly normal.

She sounds like quite a handful,
Mrs. Reynolds,

but we do not have
a children's ward here.

Oh, but she's more
than a child, Sister.

In fact, that's the problem.
She's always seemed like an adult.

Do you know that
she's never cried?

Not once, not even
when she was a little baby.

I'm going to tell you something
I haven't told anyone.

Jenny and her
little friend Josie...

Were playing after school.

I had told them to go out
into the woods to gather leaves.

We were gonna make
a fall wreath.

See, Josie was the only one
who would play with Jenny,

and I wanted it to go well.

I tried to stop him,
but he was bigger than me,

and he said he
would kill me too...

if I didn't stand
very still and be quiet.

He was tall, he had a beard
and a brown jacket.

And they never found
the bearded man...

with the brown coat, I take it.

They searched.

Two days ago,
I was doing the laundry...

And I found this in her pocket.

I can't go to the police.

Sister, I can't.
She's my daughter.

Oh, Mrs. Reynolds.

One of my dreams
for Briarcliff...

has been to open
a children's ward.

There are so many little souls
who could use our help.

But we can do nothing until that time.

Prayer... is your strength and your ally.

Could you just meet with her?

She's right downstairs
with her coloring book.

Sister, just help me understand.

Where does this evil come from?

Could she have been
born that way?

Is there anything more heavenly
than waking from a nap...

to the smell of croque-monsieur?

I bet this is what your mother made
you after school on a rainy day.

You can scream all you want.
No one will hear you.

Obviously, the basement
is soundproof.

Believe me, girls with bigger sets of
lungs than yours have tried before.

Where's Wendy?

What did you do
with her body?

I put her somewhere
where she'll never be found.

Wouldn't do to have her body pop up,

now that Kit Walker has confessed
to all those horrendous murders.

Can I tell you a secret?

Nutmeg makes
all the difference...

in the world.

Croque-monsieur
and tomato soup.

The perfect mommy snack.

Only I didn't have a mother
to make this for me.

Of course, I had a mother, but...

I never knew her.

She was about your age
when she abandoned me.

- You grew up in an orphanage?
- Yeah. In the system.

Where all my basic needs
were met... food, water,

a rudimentary education.

And with the help of a leather crop,

learning the difference
between right and wrong.

They followed
all the rules,

especially the rules
against affection...

or any unnecessary
bodily contact,

because touch
would certainly spoil the child.

This is good.
But you're right.

This is good.

It's delicious.

I'm not trying
to patronize you, Oliver.

I just want you to know how much I
appreciate this act of kindness.

I know what it's like
to be abandoned.

That's how I felt at Briarcliff.

I was right about you.

You're the one.

Lana, I've always been self-aware.

I knew I was different
from the other kids.

I was smarter.

But I was also more afflicted.

That's what led me
to study psychiatry...

to better understand
my disorder.

It wasn't until medical school
that I had my first breakthrough though.

Hey, Thredson,
from what I hear,

this is the closest you'll get
to a girlfriend this quarter.

I would laugh along
with my idiot colleagues,

but I knew the woman on the table
wasn't my girlfriend.

I trust you gentlemen have reviewed the
material in preparation for today.

She was my mother.

She was 33 years old, the same age
as my mother when she abandoned me.

The same age as you, Lana.

Now I knew logically, rationally,

that the woman on the table
wasn't my mother,

but somehow, in the cosmic
joke that is my life,

I felt like she could be.

And it was poetic justice
that I would be meeting her...

for the first time on a slab
in my gross anatomy class.

It was then that I knew...

what I was missing.

A mother's touch.

Skin-to-skin contact.

That's what I was craving.

It's what I was missing
my whole life.

Oh, but she smelled
of formaldehyde.

And her skin, even after I
removed it, was cold and stiff.

Have you ever read or heard
about the Harlow studies?

Baby rhesus monkeys were separated
from their mothers after birth,

and they were given
two substitute mothers:

A wire mesh one with milk...

and the other covered in terry cloth.

Every monkey preferred
the terry cloth-covered mother,

even if it didn't have milk.

- Because of the warmth?
- Because of the skin.

Even monkeys know the difference.

I tried. I really tried.

But that cadaver did nothing
to quiet my craving.

I needed someone...

a little more lively.

Warm living skin.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

It's okay.

It's okay,
because now that you're here,

all of that work is behind me.

Mommy.

- Hello?
- Sister Jude.

It's Sam Goodman.

Sam, I tried calling you,

but you never got back to me.

I was working on your case.

Yes, but I asked you to stop.

I mean, this girl, this mental
patient, she wasn't Anne Frank.

I mean, she just made
the whole thing up.

Well, somehow she got it right.

He is Hans Gruper.

He was an S.S. Officer
and a physician...

at Auschwitz.
What?

Do you say she... she got it right?

After the liberation,

he obtained a laissez-passer...

from the International Red Cross
under the name Arthur Arden.

I have the original documents...

from the Red Cross,

but I need Gruper's fingerprint
to establish a match.

Be careful. The man is
dangerous and a flight risk.

These men are always
on their guard.

The moment they get nervous,
they disappear.

As soon as you have the print,
bring it directly to the motel.

- Who are you?
- I'm Jenny.

I told your mother,

we don't have
a children's ward here.

Where is she?
She's gone.

She kissed me on the cheek...

and said, "Be good, Jenny."

Sister Mary Eunice!

I need help here.

Monsignor, thank you for coming.
Oh, it's my pleasure.

I consider it a privilege
to perform last rites.

Well, thank God
you're a man of compassion.

We called several priests
in the area,

but they were all in a panic
over the news reports.

Especially after they published
those grim pictures of her.

What exactly is wrong with her?
No one knows.

Our doctors have ordered
a battery of tests.

But she did test positive for T.B.

Oh, I didn't realize
there were still new cases.

I should warn you,

the sight of her
is quite shocking.

We're all God's creatures.

I'll be in the hall
if you need me.

My child.

Shelley?

Oh!

Look at that,
Father James.

This will make a splendid
dayroom for our residents.

Oh, I... I thought all T.B.
Patients had been cleared out.

These are the incurables,

those whose tuberculosis
was too far advanced...

for any of the new miracle drugs
to have an effect.

- God bless.
- Well, he hasn't yet.

Dr. Arthur Arden, Briarcliff's
tubercular ward's supervising physician.

Former supervising
physician, I should say.

Father Timothy Howard.

Yes, I know who you are.

You're the new owner.

Sally Starns.

She was actually
a nurse here at one time.

She won't live till morning,
not if she's lucky.

Through this holy anointing,

may the Lord and his love and mercy help
you with the grace of the Holy Spirit.

May the Lord
who frees you from sin...

save you and raise you up.

It's all right, my daughter.

The Prince of Peace
opens his arms to you.

Back when the epidemic
was at its worst,

we'd sometimes move more than a hundred
bodies a week down through here.

Horrible. How did you manage to
keep up with all the burials?

There were no burials. Most of the people
here have long since been forgotten.

We incinerate the bodies
in the crematorium out back...

and store the ashes in here.

All these wasted lives.

All these wasted opportunities.

I suppose it'll be a relief for you
to finally leave this place.

The end of my tenure
at Briarcliff...

also means the end
of my research.

Research?

I've been working
on an immune booster.

It's a sort of bacterial cocktail,
if you will.

It would actually
inhibit most disease...

from ever taking hold
in the human body.

What would you need
to further your work?

Human trials would have
been the next step.

I assume it would be difficult
to find volunteers.

From the general public, yes.

But there are those whose lives
otherwise serve no purpose.

Through our work together, they would
have contributed to the greater good...

a good that would
not go unnoticed,

even in Rome.

I'm sorry.
Would you have preferred Mozart?

Jude was right about you.
You're a monster.

Why do you look
for the speck of sawdust...

in your brother's eye...

and pay no attention
to the plank in your own?

I saw that girl...
what you did to Shelley.

All in the name of progress.

Isn't that what we agreed upon?

No, you told me this was
for the greater good.

- You mutilated her!
- Perhaps.

But you're missing the entire point.

Briarcliff is a receptacle
for human waste,

each patient a perfect example
of an evolutionary failure.

Another mess to clean up,
Mr. Spivey?

You seem to have mistaken the
broom closet for the playground,

where you used to expose yourself
to innocent little boys and girls.

No, never the boys, Doc.
I had my standards.

You are utterly depraved. You've
done nothing to improve yourself.

No, you're wrong, Doc.
I'm a new man.

I used to have
these disgusting urges...

that wouldn't quit until I busted a nut,
even in public.

But I'm not sneaking around
with my pants down anymore.

It was Sister Mary Eunice that asked
me to come watch her flash her pussy.

My aim was to give these wasted lives
purpose, meaning,

and I've succeeded
beyond my wildest imagination.

My experiments with a combination
of syphilis and tuberculosis...

have produced results unseen
in the history of medical science.

When they arrived here,
these patients were less than men.

Now, because of me,
they're more than human.

Would you care to see
what your benevolence has produced?

Witness the next stage
of human evolution.

Have you lost your mind?

Why on earth
would you do this?

Why?

When the Russians launch
their nuclear missiles,

20 million Americans
will be incinerated instantly.

Another 20 million
will suffer a slow, agonizing death.

Natural selection would have
weeded out the weak,

but only over
the course of time.

Whereas I have managed
to improve the species now,

so that we can survive
the atomic blast,

live through the radiation
and become dominant once again.

- You should be locked away.
- With you to keep me company?

We're in this together, Father.
Remember?

You gave me your blessing,
along with the facility and the subjects.

I cannot allow this to continue. I have
to expose this to the light of day.

If you do open that window, the light
will illuminate everything in Briarcliff.

And I mean everything.

Yes, that's what I thought.

Now you listen to me.

You and I have nothing
to fear from each other.

However, we do have
a threat in common.

We both know where
the real danger lies.

Can I try that?

You're too young to use a knife.
You'll cut yourself.

Why'd your mother
abandon you here anyway?

She's scared of me.
Really?

Why?

She thinks I killed Josie.

Did you?
No.

Did so.
How do you know?

I know everything.

I'm the devil.

She deserved it,
that Josie.

She was just a phony little shit.

She didn't even like you.

She just played with you
'cause her mother told her to.

Ugh.

But you're lucky,
because you were born...

with the gift of authentic impulse.

Don't ever let them kill it.

I wasted so much time
trying to be a good girl.

All I wanted in the whole world
was for people to like me.

Let's all welcome
Mary Eunice McKee...

to our annual pool event.

Hey, why don't you get up on
the diving board, Mary Eunice?

You're our guest of honor today.

All right, everyone.

On the count of three,
we're all gonna drop our robes.

One,

two,

three!

I was just everyone's victim.

Poor Mary Eunice.

Ugh.

The only place I thought I'd be safe
was with God.

God.

You know there's no God, right?

You already figured out
that it's just a bunch of crap...

someone made up
to keep you from being who you are,

from doing
what you really want to do.

What a chump.

Look where it got me.

Right here, taking shit
from a mean old bitch...

who drinks
and wears trashy red lingerie...

Under her habit.

But not for long.

They're gonna lock me up
in my room.

I'll never be able to do
anything I want ever again.

Don't be a whiner.

You're smarter than they are.

Don't you ever forget it.

Maybe you just need to learn
how to defend yourself.

Fine.
We'll be expecting you.

Monsignor.

Crisis averted.

I mean, she-she went off and...
and left her daughter here,

as if we're some kind of
personal child care facility.

For heaven's sakes,

what is that expression
on your face, Timothy?

It seems Briarcliff's
become quite a burden for you.

No. No, it...

We just had a few,
uh, difficult days,

but the order has been restored...

Sister, I've contacted a colleague,

Father Bernard, in Pittsburgh.

He's just opened a home
for wayward girls.

I've recommended you highly...

to run it.

- Are you firing me?
- You've lost your way.

You need a new beginning.

You're booked on a plane
out of Logan Airport,

Friday morning, 8:30 a.m.

This is... This is all
about Dr. Arden, isn't it?

Dr. Arden is not the issue here!

Dr. Arden is entirely the issue here!

He has turned you against me,
but I was right about him.

Pack up your things, Sister.

Little Jenny Reynolds's mother
came by and picked her up.

That's fine.

Is there anything else, Sister?

No, Sister.

Yes, Sister.
What are you doing?

I'm packing.

I'm leaving Briarcliff.

The monsignor, in his wisdom,

has decided that my talents
would serve better elsewhere...

Pittsburgh, as it turns out.

Pittsburgh?

No, Sister Jude,
you can't leave Briarcliff.

I have no choice.

But what will become of us?

No, I won't leave you to the
tender mercies of Dr. Arden.

There's something I can do
before I'm exiled.

Go to the kitchen.

The special bottle of cognac
I keep for the monsignor-

bring it to me.

And two very clean glasses.

Thredson residence.

Thank God you picked up, Dr. Thredson.
You're my one phone call.

Listen, you gotta help me.

The cops put me in jail,
and they say they have proof...

I killed Alma
and those other ladies.

They say they have a tape
of my confession.

I thought we had a deal.

You said if I say
all that stuff out loud,

you'd tell the courts
I could stay at Briarcliff.

No, Kit. I told you to say
what you believe is true.

I was confused.

Now I know the truth.
Alma's not dead. Grace saw her.

- She told me.
- Kit.

You need to take responsibility
for what you did.

You said you'd lie for me so I could avoid
the chair, but all you did was lie to me.

How'd the cops get the tape?
Did you give it to them?

Oh, come on.

That was your plan all along.
You didn't want to help me.

You're full of shit, and you're a liar.

Oh, stop.
You stop calling me that.

You're a phony, lying bastard!

Stop...
Stop calling me that!

He's unbelievable.

He has the nerve to call me a liar,

when he's the one
spouting fantasies...

about little green men!

Kit?

You talked to him?

Perspiration
from a rise in body temperature.

Accelerated heart rate.

- What are you up to?
- Nothing.

I knew it.

You were gonna abandon me.

Just like my mother.

No. No.

Oh, God.

You're all the same.

- I'm not...
- Shut your dirty mouth.

I'm not like them. I'm not.

I'm not like them.
I'm not like them.

It's such a disappointment...
I'm not.

When people don't live up
to expectations.

Sometimes all you can do is...

end it.

This is your fault.

You have no one to blame but yourself.
Please.

Hello.
It's Sam Goodman.

This is Sister Jude.

A toast, Arthur.

A toast to what?

You won.

And I've always prided myself
on my good sportsmanship.

To your impressive
single-mindedness.

I thought this was
supposed to be a toast.

Ah, yes.

We're abstaining these days,
aren't we?

I wouldn't dream
of drinking alone.

You know,

there are times in life
that warrant an exception.

To you.

And to God's will.

Yes?

I'm sorry.
Did Sister Jude send you?

She doesn't know I'm here.

Mr. Goodman?

I came as fast I could.

I have the glass with the fingerprints.

Mr. Goodman?

Hello.

Hello?

Strange.

Oh, God.

Oh, no!

No.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.
I'll call an ambulance.

No, no.
Listen. Listen.

What?
Listen.

Listen.
Arden did this.

No, no. A nun.
What?

What? What?

What did...
A nun.

A nun.
A nun?

A nun?

What...
One of... yours.

One of... yours.

Hans Gruper.

You were handsome.

Do you mean
to tell me Sister Jude...

has this Israeli
Sherlock Holmes...

holed up in some motel?

She was determined
to expose you.

But you don't need
to worry anymore.

I've taken care
of everything, Hans.

Don't... call me that.

Ever.

Are you quite sure
this is all of it? No.

It's not all of it.

I've hidden
some evidence away...

in case you try
and double-cross me.

You must understand,

these so-called Nazi hunters...

are nothing but...
self-loathing, self-seeking,

money-grubbing Jews!

The Catholic Church
certainly understood that.

- At least the Pope had the good sense to...
- Arthur.

I am not a monster!
I'm a visionary.

Do you have any idea
how lonely a path this is?

What it's like to have
to carry on your work in secret,

hiding from
those pious vigilantes?

Arthur!

You're preaching
to the converted.

Why?

Why are you protecting me?

You're not in love with me.

I'm no fool.

I know I'm too old.

Too ugly.

Is there something...

you want from me?

This is the beginning
of a whole new era.

All you need to do...

is trust me...

with your entire soul,

and I promise you...

that everything will work out.

Who killed her?
Did you see him?

He was tall.

He had a beard
and a brown jacket.

First, he slashed my brother
and sister's throats.

Then he stabbed my mother
in the back.

I tried to stop him,

but he said
he would kill me too,

if I moved a muscle.

You'll try not to scream,

but you will.

They always do
when I make the first incision.

But then shock will take over,

and you won't feel anything.

It doesn't have to be this way.

I wish that were true, Lana.

I had such high hopes for you.

From the moment I saw you...

so ambitious, so... alive.

I was never alive in there.

No, not there.

Before Briarcliff.

Oh, come on, Phil.

Aren't you sick and tired of writing
the same piece with different names?

Start with some blood and guts,
a pinch of sympathy for the poor victims,

and then top it off
with moral outrage.

- Isn't that the recipe?
- You're the one who knows about recipes.

What are you doing here? And when did
you get assigned to the crime beat?

You think Upton Sinclair waits to be assigned a story?
I'm making this my story.

Oh, a woman's touch, huh?
Yes, exactly.

That's what's been missing
from this story.

You think this mook's
just some monster,

but no monster
starts off that way.

He was somebody's precious baby,
crying for his mommy.

Here comes
your precious baby now.

Hey, Walker, why'd you do it?
Yeah, why'd you do it, dickhead?

Where's the body?
Come on, Walker.

You got nothing to say?

You got a statement, Walker?

I thought that you were
the first person who could understand.

I do.

I do understand.
No!

You don't.

That's all right, Oliver.

I don't want you
to feel guilty.

A mother's love
is unconditional.

You never had that, did you?

Everyone deserves that.

Even you,

baby.

It's me.

My baby.

Baby needs colostrum.

Car out front is registered to a Leo
Morrison out of Encino, California.

He one of our dead trick-or-treaters?
Doubtful.

Mr. Morrison
was in his early 30s.

We're putting
these three as teenagers.

Still trying to I.D. Them.

Detective!
We got another one!

Mr. Morrison,
I presume.

All right,
full search of the grounds.

Let's do it
before we lose daylight.

We're looking
for at least a body part.

Chances are, whoever called
this in is our perp.

This is Detective John Grayson.
Who is this?

You know who I am.

No, I don't.
Did you kill these people?

- Only the impostors.
- I just wanted you to know that.

Just spoke
to Leo Morrison's sister.

He's out here on his honeymoon.