All language subtitles for American.Horror.Story.S02E11.1080p.BluRay.x265-n0m1

Johnny, right?

Pandora?

That's me, honey.
New and improved.

Had my baby three weeks ago.

Just wanted
to make sure.

The pictures on the Web site
don't show your beautiful face.

Oh, you won't be looking
at my face,

not once these triple D's
come out to play.

And trust me, I haven't
had one complaint yet.

You understand
what I want, right?

Mm-hmm.

You were, um...
You were very clear.

I've been saving up
all day, honey.

Even gave my baby
a bottle of formula,

so there's no way...
I'll run dry.

Ooh.

They're so juicy right now.

They're ready to burst.

If you hear the sound of
crying, will they leak?

Mmm.
'Cause I...

I heard that about new mothers
and breast milk.

If I hear my baby cry,

I get this uncontrollable feeling,

like a faucet opening.

- And then I find myself-
- Mmm.

With a soaking wet bra.

Breast-feeding is so important
for early development.

Mmm.

I wanna take care of you, Johnny.

All you need is just...

a little mothering.

Yeah.
But...

you don't have to cry...

to be my baby.

Are you hungry, baby?

How bad do you
wanna taste this?

I'd kill for it.

Then come to Mama.

Rise and shine.

- What time is it?
- Well, it's time for you...

to spend some quality time
with your baby, Papa.

- What have you done with him?
- He's received his smallpox inoculation,

and he's on the schedule
for circumcision later today.

Carl, you want to help Kit up? He
looks a little weak in the knees.

Let's get him
cleaned up.

What have you done to him?

What's your endgame, Thredson?
Just tell me now.

Kit, you have a very limited
understanding of me.

If there's anything in this world
that I hold sacred,

it's a child's need
for love and protection.

You and I would both move
heaven and earth for our children.

Don't do that in front of the baby.
Go to the corner.

All of you, move back!
Move back!

I want to name him Thomas,
after my grandfather.

Yeah. I like that.

How's your milk
production, Grace?

If you're having any trouble
with your letdown reflex,

there are some things that we
can do to help with that.

I know everything
you're up to.

You don't fool me
for one second.

Carl, Pepper seems
a bit agitated.

Why don't we take her for a quiet
soak in the hydrotherapy room.

And turn up the temperature
10 degrees.

See if that helps
with her nerves.

Everyone else, we'll have
a group therapy session...

in the cafeteria.

We'll all have a chance to share
our feelings about the new baby.

You two,
enjoy your precious miracle.

Am I crazy,

or does he look a little like me?

He looks exactly like you.

Do you wanna hold him?

Yeah.
Come on.

Shh.

Grace.

I...

There are so many questions.

I don't even know
where to begin.

It comes back to me in pieces,

but they're like shards
of broken glass.

They don't...
They don't fit together.

Just tell me what you remember.

Anything.

I prayed for death.

I thought my prayers were answered
when I saw a bright white light.

Just like old people talk about.

I thought it was heaven.

Felt like I was being torn in half.

I didn't think
I could survive it.

But it was him.

Our baby.

They were putting him
inside me.

How...

How did he grow so fast?

Time works differently up there.

Felt like
a hundred years to me.

They're not like us, Kit.
They're not cruel.

And Alma?
You said you saw her.

She was alive.

They're not perfect, Kit.

They make mistakes.

I'm so sorry, Kit.

I know how much you loved her.

All the plans you made...

to have children,
build a life.

You wanted all that
with Alma, not me.

What did they want with her?
With either of you?

Our only link is you.
What?

What?

You're special, Kit.

Our baby is special.

People will listen to him.

He's gonna change
the way people think.

Well, I don't know about all that.

I just wanna be
a decent father to him.

Alma would want that.

She'd want me to do
the right thing.

Marry me, Grace.

Is that a "yeah"?

Yeah.

Maybe the monsignor
can marry us.

Grace. Kit.

I'd like to introduce you
to Sister Colette.

She's here from St. Ursula's
Home for Lost Children.

I'm sorry to say
she's here for the baby.

We have an excellent
track record...

at placing lost children
in loving homes.

He's not a lost child.
I'm his mother. This is his father.

A pair of crazies in an asylum.
Not exactly a Norman Rockwell.

You're not taking him.

I'm sure this is difficult for you, but we
have to consider what's best for the child.

That's bullshit. A baby belongs with its mother.
Everybody knows that.

- Give me the baby. Give me the baby.
- Forget it. Stop! Stop!

You call yourself Christians?

- My baby!
- I'll get him back for you, I swear!

Kit, I am so sorry.

I can only imagine the heartache of having
your only son ripped from your arms.

Maybe I can help.

Lana Winters?
Yes?

Please come with me.
Why?

I'm taking you out of this
place, but we must be quick.

I don't know you.

My name is Mother Claudia.

I am a friend. I don't have
friends in this place.

You have at least one.

She told me
what she did to you,

and she's asked me
to make it right.

You can't make it right.

No.

But maybe you can.

In some measure.

Your patient file.

Documentation of every foul thing
that was done to you here.

Trust me when I tell you
it can't possibly all be in that file.

Which is why you'll need
it for your exposé.

It's irrefutable proof
that you were here.

When your story comes out, there are
those who will try to deny even that.

You want this place
shut down.

I want it pulled down
and the earth salted.

Now, the clothes you wore
when you were admitted,

along with your
personal effects,

are in the lavatory
next door.

There's a taxicab
on its way here now...

that will take you
wherever you want to go.

But we must hurry.
All right.

Hang on.

That goes with me.

There's just one more thing.

Sister Jude,
it's Lana Winters.

Your friend Mother Claudia's
taking me out of this place,

and she says
that's because of you.

I'm coming back for you, Jude.

I won't leave you here.

We both know if I get you
that tape, I'm done for.

You won't really do anything to help me.
You're wrong, Kit.

Get me that tape,
and I will not only see to it...

that your son is
not swallowed by the system,

but I will also do everything in my power
to secure your freedom...

so you can be with him again.

You and Grace,
together as a family.

I mean it.

Well, how do you
figure to do that?

Well, for one,

the police are going to need a new credible
suspect for the Bloody Face killings.

- I got one for 'em.
- So have I.

Dr. Arthur Arden.

I understand he's come under
suspicion a number of times already,

and with his sudden disappearance...
his guilt is plausible.

But, Lana, she, uh...

She'll never tell me
where that tape's at.

I made her swear not to.
Just talk to her.

Try to get her to see reason.

Yeah, well, what if she won't?
I mean...

She can be pretty stubborn
when she wants.

She's a spirited girl.

If anyone can reach her,

it's you.

Okay.

I'll try.

In a hurry, Oliver?
Quick trip out of town?

Good. You are here.

Saves me the trouble of
having to look for you.

- Did you come here just to bring me the tape?
- The police have the tape.

They're going
to be here very soon.

It's over.

You've been exposed.

That's it?

It's done.

I knew this
would happen one day.

I wondered
how I would feel.

I thought I would go crazy,
but I'm actually relieved.

Living with secrets is not...

healthy.

I was right, Lana.

I knew... you were the one.

I am the one.

I am the one that's going to put
your ass in that electric chair.

You're gonna pay for every
sick thing you did to me,

to Wendy...

and to every other woman
you murdered.

Where do you think
you're going?

Making myself a drink.
Care to join me?

Sit down.

There is no alcohol
where I'm going.

I'm not gonna let you take away
my last chance to have a martini.

You sure you won't
change your mind?

You think I'm crazy?

Oh, wait. That'd be you.

I think we established that
when you chained me to the bed...

and called me Mommy.

Go ahead, baby.
You can call me Mommy.

You'd be surprised
how many...

how many men
have mommy issues.

You think that's my problem?

From the way
you drained my tit?

I'd either say that
you have a mommy fixation...

or... a calcium deficiency.

Oh, honey,
I'm just kidding.

I just wanna
slow you down,

make sure
you're enjoying yourself.

You're right.

I'm fixated.

I'm stuck on that cold bitch.

Oh, honey.

You tell me all about her.

She never loved me.

She didn't love my father.

There was only one person
she ever loved.

Tell me what you did
with Wendy's body.

Nobody cares about
a spinster schoolteacher.

Not the cops,
nor the school or her family.

Everyone knows what she was,

what we were together.

And I'm the only one
who gives a damn.

She deserves a proper burial.

Her story's pretty complicated.

- Are you sure you wanna hear all the details?
- I wanna know everything.

She was the first body I had
that remained intact.

I put her on ice just for you.

I was gonna dispose of the body, but...

once I realized how well
things were going with us,

I thought she could come in handy...
for practice, you know.

It was awkward at first. Every approach
I made felt false, artificial.

It felt like she was watching
me, being judgmental.

I must confess.
I couldn't do it.

And I thought about
plucking out her eyes.

But then I thought that's not real.
I need to make this work.

And so I turned her around.

And finally it happened.

More than once.

It was a triumph... better than
I ever thought possible, Lana.

Wendy allowed us to create...

this life you have
growing inside of you.

It's a little miracle,
if you think about it.

Where is her body,
goddamn it?

Well, after you left me, I had
to dispose of all the evidence.

So what I couldn't burn, I cut up.

There are pieces of her
scattered from Plymouth to Springfield.

But you know what,
Lana?

We'll always have Paris.

Let go, baby.

Cry your heart out.

There's no shame
in tears.

It's my mother.
She's the one!

The only one
who can make me feel this way.

Every time I think about her,
it makes me wanna do things.

- Bad things!
- Johnny.

Don't let that bitch
ruin our whole night.

Now, look at me. I have a rockin'
body and a titty full of milk.

Let me help you
forget about her.

You think it's easy?
You think it's easy?

- Come on, baby.
- I can't forget.

Come on. I'm about
to burst out of my skin.

Do me a favor
and just give me some relief.

Oh, Jesus, please!
Oh, God!

No! Easy, baby.
Oh, stop.

Stop! Stop! You know what
that bitch did to me?

Stop! Stop, please!

Time for a refill.

They're here.
Drink up.

This is your
last taste of alcohol.

Now that you're out of Briarcliff,
you'll never keep that baby, will you?

- Not a chance in hell.
- So I shouldn't expect a little Oliver...

to come visit
every few months?

Oh, even if I had this thing,
you'd never see him.

You're gonna fry in that chair.

I hardly think so, Lana.

I'm clearly insane.

No, I'll be institutionalized.

At the very worst,
I'll live a long life in prison.

Maybe I'll even start
some therapy groups.

God knows there are some disturbed
individuals behind bars.

As for you,

I have no use for you anymore.

Best you should just be known
as my last victim.

Prison's too good for you.

I can't believe the cops didn't
find anything connected to her.

No bones, nothing.
Jesus, Lois.

Is this really the place?
Really? It's fine.

They found a lot of ashes
in the furnace.

I know maybe
it's not all Wendy, but...

I just needed a place to visit...

a place where
I can remember her.

Of course. You did
the right thing, Lana.

So, are you going to
move back into your house?

'Cause it's a big place,
and if you need a roommate...

I have a couple of things
I need to tidy up.

And... when I'm finished,
I've decided to move to New York.

I can't help but feel
this is my fault.

Don't do that, Lana.

It is not
your fault.

This was the work
of a crazed maniac,

a man you had to kill
in self-defense.

If anyone,
it was that nun.

It was the story.

I was going to do anything
to get that story.

I just didn't realize
how much it was going to cost.

You still have
that address I gave you?

She's a real doctor.
A good one.

- She'll take care of your little problem.
- Thank you.

Both of you. I don't
know what I would do...

Shit. They found us.

Hey, hey.
Goddamn vultures.

Oh, sorry, Lana.
I... forgot you're one of 'em.

No. We are vultures.

Attracted to the scent
of rotting meat.

If you don't wanna be linked
to the "sapphic reporter,"

you should leave
through the back gate.

Yeah, I better. No one
in my family suspects.

Sorry to abandon you.

I still have a job because my lecherous
boss thinks he has a chance with me.

Yeah.
There she is.

Miss Winters, can you
give us any more details...

about how Bloody Face tortured you
when you were his captive?

Sources tell me you've retained
the services of Cohen & Mathews.

They're the best lawyers
in town.

Any truth to the rumors that you
received electroshock treatment daily?

Miss Winters,
do you have any comment...

about your
reported homosexuality,

that it's been cured
by the incident?

Coming through. Let us through.
Let us through.

Miss Winters!
Miss Winters, talk to us!

All I can say is...
read my book.

It won't be
on the record.

Read my book?

Don't take that.
It's a horse tranquilizer.

Come now, Judy.

These pills are perfectly safe.

You signed
for them yourself.

Don't you remember?

Don't take these pills.

They turn your brains to mush.

Come.

Brother James, those reporters
who were here when I arrived,

have they been removed
from the premises?

From
the immediate grounds.

There's nothing I can do about
those camped outside the gates.

Hopefully if we remain
resolute in our silence,

they'll eventually tire...

and go away.

Monsignor, there's been a
disturbance in the common room.

I think it requires
your attention.

Jude?

Carl said you caused
quite a commotion.

It's a... good thing
you and I are friends,

or you'd be in solitary right now.

She got one thing right,

that devil of yours.

This jukebox...

has a strange healing effect.

Keeps the joy alive.

What did you want
to see me about?

Have you fully recognized
the irony here?

You relinquished your virtue...

not to a loving woman...

but to the devil.

It's so perfect.

It's perfect.
It's perfect.

I don't want to hear you
talk like this.

I don't know this person.

What have you
decided to do?

Renounce your vows?

Not at all.
I'm going to stay the course.

I have too much to give,
too much to offer.

I can't just... throw it all away.

I thought you hung the moon,
Timothy.

I had impure thoughts,
I'll admit to that.

But I would have done
anything for you.

I would've done anything
you asked me to do.

That's how much I believed
in your fantasy...

of the magic carpet ride to Rome.

Believe me, Jude,

it's not a fantasy.

Brother Matthew? Carl?

Can you imagine...

the disillusionment,
the shame...

and the disgust I feel...

now that I see through you...

and your stupid, pitiful,

naked ambition?

Shut your filthy mouth.

You're an embarrassment.

It's an extraordinary thing.
You know that?

You throw me in the madhouse.

You strip away everything I have,

everything I know.

You treat me like a rabid dog,
like a madwoman.

And you know what happens?

I'm blessed...

with the gift of total clarity.

I am more sane now
as a madwoman...

than I ever was
as the head of Briarcliff.

You sound mad as a hatter.

Oh, Carl.

Jude needs some time alone...

to reflect and...
pray for guidance.

Take her to solitary.

You will not prevail,
Timothy.

My God would never allow it.

Sign here...

and here.

What for?
Your release papers.

They're letting you out, Kit.

Thredson... they caught him?

Lana gave them the tape? Yeah,
and she did one better.

The lezzy
blew his head off.

It's all over the papers.

Reporters are hanging
off the rafters,

trying to sniff out
"the corruption at Briarcliff."

That's why you're
suddenly a free man.

Clothes from the Salvation Army.
They should fit you.

Just leave what you're wearing
on the bed.

Wait.

I have to see the monsignor.

Mr. Walker, I can't tell you
how pleased I am...

that justice
has finally been served.

I'm only happy to have been
a small part of that.

- This isn't justice.
- I don't understand. You're a free man.

What more could you want?
I want my son back.

Your son?

You took him from our arms.

He's got two parents... me and Grace...
and we aim to raise him as a family.

That's hardly possible, is it?

Given that
you've just been released...

and Miss Bertrand
is confined here.

That's why you're gonna let her out.

- I beg your pardon?
- You're gonna let Grace out of this place.

Then you're gonna call
over to St. Ursula's...

and tell them little Thomas's folks
are coming to pick him up.

If you do that,

we'll never bother you again.

Otherwise,

I might have to
start talking to those reporters.

And believe me,
I have a lot of stories.

I bet you do.

Be reasonable.

You can't seriously expect me
to release an ax murderess...

back into the community.

I'm not asking you to.

All you got to do
is release her body to me.

Her body? Is this a riddle?

Grace isn't dead.
Look at her file.

In it you'll find
a death certificate...

made out by Dr. Arden
before he disappeared.

Frank McCann signed it
as a witness.

Her death certificate?

Officially, if anybody ever asks,

Grace Bertrand died here.

It's already taken care of.

You don't gotta lie.
I don't gotta tell the truth.

You can make all your
problems go away, Father.

Nobody ever needs to know.

Wait.

Let me get the door.

There you go.

This is yours?

Home sweet home.

Okay, this is your home too.

Come on.

Yeah, I thought maybe, uh, we
could get a horse. A horse?

As long as you
take care of it.

I don't know jack shit
about horses.

Still there.

Don't expect a castle.

Open the goddamn door.

I never got a chance
to clean up.

I'm sorry.
Don't be.

We can do it together.

It's a great house.

And it's not Briarcliff.

It's not Briarcliff.

Hello?

Hey!

You okay?

You're sure this is what you want?
Oh, yes.

There's no doubt about it.

This is not a baby
I want to carry around inside me.

In a different life, I would
have loved to have had a baby.

But my lover
was murdered...

by the man who raped me
and got me pregnant.

Oh, my God.

I'm glad you found me.

Let's get started.

Remove everything
from the waist down.

I take it everything's
been sterilized.

I soak them in boiling water.

There's an electric teakettle.

Those sterilizing machines
are too cumbersome...

to smuggle out of the hospital.

Don't worry.
It'll be fine.

Now open your legs, Jane.

I'm going to have to ask you
not to make any more sounds.

As I explained to you earlier, we can't
afford to draw attention to ourselves.

I'm sorry.

A little wider, honey.

Stop!

I can't.

No more death.

No more.

That's a lot of dead people.
If that's what they are.

I'm not saying they're all dead.

I'm saying they all disappeared from
Briarcliff in the last two years,

all under suspicious circumstances...

five of them
in just the short time I was there.

Should you be upsetting yourself,
uh, Miss Winters?

I'm fine.

I'm not upsetting myself.
You're upsetting me.

You're not listening to what I'm saying.
No, we are listening.

I'm just not sure
what you want us to do.

I want you
to get me back in there.

There is one person there who can
substantiate every allegation I've made.

- She used to run the place.
- Sister Jude?

She's a patient there now.
She's being held against her will.

They won't let me see her.
They won't even let me in the front door.

Well, they are a private institution.

Yes, but if you got
a court order...

What about this Mother Superior?

The one you say got
you out... Claudia.

- Can't she help you?
- Transferred to Puerto Rico.

The moment she started making noise,
the archdiocese got rid of her.

Please.

Will you help me?

That's his baby, isn't it?
Bloody Face... he's the father.

This baby doesn't have a father.

You're one tough cookie.

You know that?
I am tough.

But I'm no cookie.

- Timothy Howard?
- I'm sorry, Monsignor.

What's the meaning of this?

This is a court order giving us
access to one of your patients.

Sister Jude.
We want to speak to her right now.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

I don't give a shit how many pills
you've got her doped up with.

Sister Jude is dead.

I don't believe you.

Brother James, fetch me the
paperwork on Sister Jude, please.

- He's lying.
- I only wish I were.

It was the saddest day
I've ever experienced...

when I walked into her room
and found her like that.

She'd done it
during the night.

Fashioned a rope
from her bedsheets.

A summary of how
she was found.

Her death certificate.

And this number indicates
the can in storage...

containing her ashes.

You had her cremated?

She died outside
a state of grace.

I could give no last rites,
no absolution.

She was, tragically,
denied a Christian burial,

though I... I keep her
in my personal prayers.

You murdered her. You might as
well have tied the noose yourself.

I wanted only good
for Sister Jude.

You must believe that. I don't.

Perhaps if you had come here two
weeks ago with this court order,

you could have said something to her
to convince her to go on.

Sadly, you did not.

No! No! No! No!
No! No! No! No!

Grub!

Food.

Pray for us.

St. Jude, worker of miracles,
pray for us.

St. Jude, help us, help us.
Pray for us.

Lana?

Lana.

I'm sorry, Lana. I hate
to do this to you, but...

What are you doing?

I asked not to see him.
I know.

But he's allergic
to the formula,

and he's been crying like this
for seven straight hours.

That's not my problem.

I know.
I just took a chance.

I couldn't bear
to see him suffer.

I thought maybe if he suckled a bit,
he might calm down.

I'm sorry.

It seemed worth a try.