All language subtitles for American.Horror.Story.S12E05.WEB

We are all
just thrilled for you.

Thank you so much, Karl.

Just don't let
this little interlude
impede your creativity.

Oh, I won't, Yves.

I think this baby will inspire
me to do my best work.

We can't wait to see
what comes next year.

You are among the finest
young designers we have.

I'm so lucky to know you both.

But, darling,
where is your family?

You mean the baby's father?

Stuck in traffic?

Where are you
taking me?

Shh.

What are you going to do?

We already told you.

It hurts!

You're having a fucking baby.
Of course it hurts.

Good evening, Ms. Preecher.
I'm Dr. Andrew Hill.

Do you understand the procedure
you'll be undergoing today?

I-I don't think I--

Well, you made an agreement
that cannot be reneged.

But I--
Sorry.

Can you open your legs
for me, please?

Thank you.

Little wider. Little wider.

Very good. Okay.

You're looking good.
Now push.

Push. Come on.

You're gonna have to push
a whole lot harder than that.
Okay?

Come on!

Oh.

Jesus.

Goddamn it!

Push.

Oh, God. It's gonna be
a long night.

A little help, please?
A little help?

Okay.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

All this-- It's all worth it.

All worth it.

It's all worth it.

Okay.

- Push. Push. Push. Good.
Yeah.

He's crowning. He's crowning.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

So what exactly
would it entail?

Just telling the jury
what you saw.

I didn't see anything, Mom.

Then you can simply testify
as a character witness.

Testifying to your character?

And against your father's.

I don't have anything
against Dad.
Well, of course you don't.

He bought you the life
you have.
That's not true.

He sent you to RISD
to be an artist.
When that didn't work out,

he bought you
a ludicrously expensive condo
to cheer you up.

Mom.
Then he bought you a wedding

-to a woman who happened to die.
-Stop this.

Darling, I'm just stating facts.

Drop it.

The trial? I can't, darling.

I'm all set to file tomorrow.
I've hired Luther Feldman.

Luther Feldman
really thinks you have a case?

He represented not one,
but three of Harvey Weinstein's
victims.

He does not take on
cases lightly.

I just don't want you
to come out of this
looking crazy.

Everyone already treats me like I'm crazy.
What harm can this do?

This isn't a lark, darling.

No one accuses a person
they once loved of assault

because they have nothing
better to do.

No one accuses anyone
of sexual misconduct

for any reason that isn't
rooted in desperation.

I love you,
and I want to help you.

But?

I always thought it was funny

that we consider men
the braver sex.

Women will do anything
to help each other.

Some men won't even stand up
for the woman who birthed them.

I need to get home to Anna.

Didn't you say
she was in the city today?

You're going to regret
not believing me.

Congratulations on your GG
nom, Anna.
Hi. Thank you.

We are thrilled
to be working with you.
Hi.

Oh, my God. Anna. Hi. Congrats.

Oh. You too.

Oh. I meant
on the pregnancy.

Who cares about awards?
So silly.

Ah. Right.

Do you work with Siobhan?

She's my best friend.

Small world.
I love her.

Isn't awards season so intense?

I'm exhausted.
Hmm.

And I'm only 21.
I can't imagine how you feel.

Oh, my God. Are those Suprêmes?

Oh, yeah. They're, you know,
from that--

I thought they were only sold
in two drops a day,
one per customer?

-Yeah, I actually-- I know the--
-May I?

Mmm. I really shouldn't.

I wanna stay a sample size.

Oh. So sorry.
I have to take this.

It's Lorne Michaels.

Hi, Lorne.

No, that Saturday won't work.
She has another event.

Oh, hey, sweetie. One sec.

Okay. I'll let you know.

I'll check with her team
and get back to you. Okay.

Oh, my God. Are those Suprêmes?

What the fuck was Babette
doing here?

Please don't talk
disrespectfully about
one of my other clients.

Siobhan, she's in my category.

I don't have
a noncompete clause.

Come on. You're--
You're my best friend.

We're also work colleagues.

We have to maintain boundaries,

and this is one
you don't wanna cross.

Okay.

Wow.

Okay. Well, I brought you@@these o

stupid pastries@@to say thank

And I sincerely appreciate it.

Why are you doing this to me?

It's not all about you, babe.
We've all got bills to pay.

Are you punishing me
because I got pregnant?

Wow.

Paranoid much?

Relax. You're out of the red.

Vomitgate's behind us.
Enjoy this.

Or try to.

Okay.

- Wait.
- I have something for you.

Gotta keep your energy up.
It's awards season.

Do you need anything,
Miss Alcott?

I'm sorry if this is
a strange thing to ask,

but my wife loves Vogue
magazine,

and she asked
if you would sign this for her?

I-I didn't know
you were married.

Five years next month.

Let me
find a pen.

You did a very brave thing
just now, Ms. Harding.

Thank you, Luther.
I'm so grateful for your
support and guidance.

Well, I'm proud
to represent you.

You're paving the way
for many other women
just like you.

There are far too many.

I need to talk to you.

I know what
it's like not to be believed.

I was 25.

I was rising up
in the world of fashion.

Ever since I was a child,
I wanted to be a designer.

I came to FIT,

but I didn't even
get a chance to graduate.

I was scooped up
by Lagerfeld and Saint Laurent.

They dubbed me protégé.

And then?

I had a one-night stand
during Fleet Week. Ugh.

I was going to have it
taken care of.

I was on my way
to the clinic...

...when I was approached
by a woman.

She said she could help me.

She said that if I gave her
the baby--

Why did she want the baby?

I don't know. I didn't then,
and I still don't.

But I have theories.

I put them on the Internet,

and no one believes me.

They call me conspiracist.

But I know these women
are planning something.

Why did you go through
with it all?

She said she would give me
the world if I gave her
this one thing.

And you did.

I sold the patent to my handbag

to Marc Jacobs.

I didn't know who he was.
No one did then.

Now they're worldwide sensation.

I live from the sales,
but it's not enough.
It's never enough.

Are you telling me all this
because of my husband?

Your husband? God, no.

I don't know anything
about that asshole.

I'm telling you this
because of your son.

Your son is
in great danger,

and so is his wife.

They've been coming
for your family for a long time.

What? Why?

They are angry at him.

One of their most powerful
players defected

because she fell in love
with him.

Adeline?

Lower your voice.

They're everywhere.

Believe me.

We're so grateful
you could get up here, Dr. Hill.

Oh, well,
it's not something
I would normally do,

but given the specificity
of your circumstances...

Okay.

There you go.

I know. I know.

It hurts. I'm sorry about that,
my dear...
Ow.

...but what you're experiencing
is a relatively common condition

for women in their third
trimester called rib flare.

But I'm only
in the second trimester.

Okay. Well, uh,

I guess the little guy's
growing pretty fast.

But, uh, everything is
healthy otherwise.

He's just putting some pressure
on your ribs as he grows,

especially on this side.

So, any pain there?

No, actually.
Okay. Well, that confirms
it then.

Yeah.

Remember, this is good news,
for baby at least.

For mom, it could make things
a little bit uncomfortable.

Now, Cora in my office
can send over some light
exercises I recommend.

Um, baths and prenatal yoga
are also really helpful too.

Baths and yoga.
That's-- That's all you can do?

I mean, I-I can't keep going on
in-in-in this much pain.

Well, I'm sorry
that nobody ever said

that pregnancy was gonna be
a walk in the park, Ms. Alcott.

Uh. Okay.

Why don't you describe your pain
a little more clearly to me?

Um, it's-- it's the rib and,
uh, just this, like,

stabbing pain in--
in my groin on and off.

Well, sounds like you have round
ligament pain on top
of the rib flare.

But Cora can help with that too.

She just got licensed
as a pelvic floor therapist.

So, we'll set up an appointment.

What does that entail?

Miss Alcott,

I need to know that you're
willing to do

everything you can
for a healthy pregnancy.

I am. I mean of c--
of course I am.

Okay. Well, good
because it also means
no travel whatsoever

for the remainder
of the pregnancy.

Wait. What?

She's nominated for
a Golden Globe.
Ceremony's in a couple weeks.

Yes, I understand all that,
but the time has come
to ask yourselves a question:

"What's more important?
A baby or an award?"

I mean, get used to having
your dreams crushed.

That's what being a parent is.

My oldest just found out
she didn't get early admission
for U Penn.

It's like Hiroshima
all over again in my house.

Pregnancy is
like everything else.

Use common sense,
you should be just fine.

Stop listening to your gut?

Watch out.

What can I do for you,
baby?

Invite Sonia over for dinner.

Sonia?

Yeah, she's out here
for the gallery anyways.

Maybe some girl time
will be good for me.

Okay. Sure.

Very nice.

Think about pulling the baby

down into the mat
as you exhale.

Are you still having
any lower back pain?

No, actually. Feels good.

See? Your body will always
tell you
when something's wrong.

Hello?

The centerpiece
is doing too much.

I think we need something
simpler.

Oh, does this look good to you,
Miss Alcott?

Looks great.

Okay.

-Sonia.
-I'm so sorry.
I know I'm way too early.

That's fine.
That's fine.

I just-- I forget how close
everything is out here.

We're just getting situated.

Fab.

Great light.

Are you all right?

Miss Shawcross,
can I g-grab your jacket?

- Oh, thank you so much.
- Sure.

I don't know why she was
looking at you like that.

She was probably just taken
aback by my stunning beauty.

Look, I just wanted to say,
before Dex came back,

I'm-I'm sorry
if I've been cold to you.

Stop. You're pregnant
and campaigning
for an Oscar nomination.

You can behave any way you like.

Oh, speaking of which.

Some baby gifts.

Oh, you-- you did not
have to do that.

Please. Babies are the only
people who deserve gifts.

Really, I'm amazed
any of us survived the trauma

of being forced into a world
we never consented to live in.

Oh, God. Speaking of trauma,

Dex told me what's been
happening to you.

He told you about the stalker?

Ugh. Sounds like
a literal nightmare.

Yeah, it's-it's been hell.

You know, I--

I actually thought
that you were following me

at one point.

I-I know that sounds crazy.
I just--

I saw someone wearing
those green heels you had on
at the gallery.

Oh, God, I never wear green.

Oh, no, the color
washes me out terribly.

Even on my feet.

I must be misremembering.

Oh, pregnancy hormones.

God, I could only imagine.

-Darling.
-Ew. Don't call me that.

Could you

put down your phone?

If only just for
the rest of the meal.

Thirty seconds.
That's all I ask.

Do you realize there's hundreds
of millions of dollars in deals

in your hand right now?

But there is nothing more
valuable than human connection.

I already came over here
for dinner with you

as if we're, like, a couple.

And now I have to fucking
listen to you talk?

That's way too much
to ask of me, Hamish.

I need to know something.

Just answer my question,
and I will give it back.

Are you fucking kidding me?
Tell me the truth.

About what?

That film script you gave me
just over a year ago--

the one you told me
to put my name on

and direct without any other
information whatsoever,

including who wrote it

and how you got
your hands on it--

that film,
which everyone told me,

including my own agents,
would go absolutely nowhere,

especially if I cast
Anna Victoria Alcott,

who you insisted upon--
is now a frontline awards
contender

and has been nominated
for no less than 11
Golden Globes.

Why are you saying that
like it's a bad thing?

What the fuck is going on,
Siobhan?

And who the hell are you?

Well, I was determined to use
my own menses
as the primary material.

I had to collect it,
store it, save it.

Everyone thought I was mad.

Well, that's what they always
say about women who end up
being geniuses.

Pain is the touchstone
of growth.

Well, sometimes pain
is just pain.

Dex.

Not in my world.

I decided the first time
my mum hit me, I was never
gonna waste any of it.

Your mom hit you?

Almost every day.

Well, she was borderline
or bipolar.

Both. Who knows?

You know, women weren't
diagnosed in those days.

They just screamed behind doors.

So, I moved to Berlin
when I was 17
to get away from her.

Started alchemizing my pain
into art,

and now I'm grateful
for everything
she put me through.

Landed me here,

with you.

- So much fun.
- -You're an excellent host.

-Thank you.
-Not as good as Anna.

- So fun.
- Yeah, it was.

It was a great time.

Let me walk you
to your car.

- Thank you.
- Okay. Great, great.

I'll see you at the gallery.

I, um...
...wanted to ask you something.

Yeah.

Have you seen this photo?

Um, no.

I can't say I have.

Bloody hell. She looks
just like me.

Yeah, that's--
that's what I thought.

But as a carefree blonde.
With eyebrows.

And no facial piercings.

Did Dex say the same thing?

Are you sure you don't know her?

I'd remember meeting someone
who resembles my less evil twin.

Sorry, it--

Hey.

God, I can only imagine

the amount of pressure
you're under right now.

Okay? You have to be
gentle with yourself.

Okay?

Mmm.

Call me if you need any help.

My hotel's 15 minutes away.

Looking for something?

Did you have
a nice time?

How do you know Sonia?

I don't.

Hmm.
But you knew
her last name.

Because Mr. Harding
told me.

Oh, don't call him that.

And you don't need to call me
Miss Alcott either.

-Miss Baldwin likes us to.
-But I don't.

I'm only comfortable doing
what Miss Baldwin asks.

You were looking at her
like you knew her.

She just looks so much
like an old friend of mine--

Adeline.

Who's Adeline?

Thank you for tonight.

You opened my gift?

Well, I couldn't resist.

Hmm.

Kamal.

We're going to
physical therapy,
not the house.

Well, this is the address
the doctor's office gave me.

I had no idea. That's so crazy.
How long have you guys
lived here?

Well, Dex has been here,
like, 15 years.

That long? I-I always forget
he's older.
He looks good for his age.

Um, yeah and I've been here
since we got engaged.

So, like, five years ago.

You can have
a seat on the table.

Okay.

Um, should I take my shoes off?

Um, just
take off everything

from the waist down,
and we're good.

Oh, oh.

Well, we can certainly do
external pelvic massage as well.

If you're open to deeper work,
it really helps
if I have access internally.

Up to you.

Yeah, I don't know about that.

No problem at all.
"It's your body."

So, I guess the pain's
gotten better then?

Let's just give it a try.

I'll give you some privacy.

Sign this consent form for me.

What is all this?
Just standard practice.

Lie down for me.

You'll feel some coldness
and pressure.

It's nothing
you haven't felt before.

Your right
iliococcygeus is tight.

I'm gonna try to release it.

Ow.

Any better?

I ca-- I can't really tell.

Your left pubococcygeus
needs releasing too. One moment.

Okay. I wa--
I want you to stop.

Just one moment.

You know, uh--
I'm not--
I'm not really sure about this.

Just one moment.

-Okay. I want you to stop.
-It's almost released.

Get your fingers out of me!

Not everyone's ready
for the deeper work.

What are you doing?

I heard that noise again.

-What noise?
-You didn't hear it?

Right. You think the house
is haunted or something.

Anna. Anna. Anna.

Cora molested me today.

What?

I'm serious.

She stuck her fingers
inside of me.

When I told her to stop,
she wouldn't.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

What are you talking about?
Dex, it's not funny.

Cora is a trained
physical therapist, babe.

I really don't think
that she would--

Why don't you ever
just fucking believe me?

Where are you going?
Don't ignore me, Anna.

Are you out
of your fucking mind?

You know what, Dex? Maybe I am.

And you know what else?

I like myself
a lot fucking better this way.

I know you're upset
that you can't go
to the Golden Globes.

Don't laugh at me.

Wait. You-- You-- You think
this is about the--
the Golden Globes?

What the hell is wrong with you?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Huh?

You thought you could bury
your grief

about your beautiful dead wife
by marrying me?

Thought I'd be your cute
little prop?

I mean, what century
do you think it is, Dex?

And what exactly
are you offering me?

I don't-- I don't know
what to do. I don't know
what to do, Anna.

Admit it.

I'm not having an affair.

I know that.

I mean admit that
you think I'm crazy.

Just admit that you think
I've made everything up.

That you think there
was never a stalker
in our apartment.

That you think I wrote
on the mirror

and called the cops
to get attention

or some dumb shit.

That I made up the fake nurse.

That I planted
the fucking dolls.

Yes!

Okay?

Of course. Yes!

I knew it. I fucking knew it.

What else am I supposed
to think, Anna?

None of it makes any sense.

You're right about that.

I love you.

I love you. But--

This-This isn't love.
This is suffocation.

This is how you treat a child.

What--

What do you need?

I need you to believe me.

I don't know
if I can do that.

Thanks for your honesty.

I'm gonna watch the Globes.
You coming?

It is my great honor to present
this year's Golden Globe Award

for Best Actress
in a Motion Picture - Drama.

And the award goes to...

- ...Babette Eno, Daddy,
Do You Love Me.

Um, I can't believe
I'm even up here.

I wouldn't be here
if it weren't for

the amazing shoulders
I've been privileged
to stand on.

My fellow nominees,
thank you for paving the way
for me.

- Anna Victoria Alcott,
wherever--

Shouldn't you be
at the Golden Globes
with your new fucking client?

Look,
I'm disappointed too.

But I'm gonna ask you something.

Do you want an Oscar?

You know I do.

Do you want it
as much as a baby?

Yes.

Are you willing to do
whatever I say to get it?

Yes.

Good. I'll call you
in the morning.

What's wrong?