Present day
In the Louisiana bayou
(Two Cajun poachers in a small boat)
Poacher 1: There it is. Another one. Every hook I baited with that jerk chicken got a gator. It's the odor, I tell you. You can blind the alligator, he can still hunt for food, but you block up his nose, he'll starve to death.
Poacher 2: Yeah, but he'd die first from not being able to breathe.
Poacher 1: Yeah, either way it's a death sentence.
Poacher 2: We got a lot of skinnin' to do before sundown.
Poacher 1: Come on, come to Papa, baby. Yeah… (He shoots in alligator’s head.)
(They return with their catch.)
(“Edge of Seventeen” by Stevie Nicks plays.)
♪ Just like the white-winged dove ♪
♪ Sings a song Sounds like she's singing ♪
At their camp
Poacher 1: What the hell?
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh…♪
Poacher 1: Don't look like Fish and Game.
(They see Misty Day.)
Poacher 2: Well, we're cooked if she already made the call. We got $80,000 worth of fines here in the camp.
♪ Sounds like she's singing ♪
Poacher 1: How can we help you, young lady?
♪ Ooh, baby, ooh, said ooh ♪
Misty: This is wrong. All wrong.
♪ Like a strand in the wind ♪
Misty: Murder.
♪ In the web that is my own ♪
Misty: All rot and black. This will not be forgiven.
Poacher 2: What do you want, girl?
Misty: Why would you kill God's innocent creatures? So they can be made into shoes?
Poacher 1: You think she's one of them goddamn PETA girls?
Poacher 2: No, she ain't from PETA. You should have stayed away, girl. You play with dead things, you're more than likely to join 'em. (He pulls a gun on her.)
(music distorts, fades)
Misty: Not all dead.
(She uses her necromancer powers to bring their prizes back to life to seek revenge. The two trappers are eaten by their own gators.)
♪ Desire to please ♪
♪ On the edge of seventeen ♪
-[OPENING CREDITS]-
Miss Robichaux's Academy
♪ La, la, la-la, la-la ♪
Hallway
Cordelia: Rise and shine, ladies. It's time for morning gathering. (She knocks on doors.)
♪ La, la, la-la, la-la ♪
Cordelia: I expect you both downstairs in five minutes.
Madison: Shall I come in this? (in underwear)
(Cordelia leaves.)
Zoe & Madison’s bedroom
Madison: My God, get over it already.
(Zoe searches Kyle all over the internet.)
Zoe: He spent his summers volunteering for the United Way.
Madison: Oh. He should be canonized.
Hallway
(Cordelia comes to get Fiona for morning gathering.)
Cordelia: Fiona? I know you're home.
Zoe & Madison’s bedroom
Zoe: How can you be such a bitch?
Madison: Because I understand people, and that guy would have happily taken a turn on me if he had the chance.
Zoe: No, that's bullshit. He wasn't like that.
Madison: Those guys were his frat brothers. It's guilt by association.
Hallway
Cordelia: Open the door, Mother.
Zoe & Madison’s bedroom
Zoe: No, I don't accept that.
Madison: Look, for the sake of peace among roommates, I'm sorry I killed your boy candy, okay? But given your black widow status, he was living on borrowed time anyways.
Hallway
(Fiona opens her door.)
Fiona: I'm kind of busy right now. (Fiona blocks the door.)
Cordelia: My God, what's that smell?
Fiona: I, um… I went to a Chinese doctor, he gave me some herbs to boil. I know it's kind of pungent.
Cordelia: We're about to have our morning gathering. I'm going to be going over the house rules with the girls, and I would like you to hear them.
Fiona: Hmm. Sounds riveting. (laughs) I'll be down in a minute.
(Inside Fiona’s room, she is Madame LaLaurie bound to a chair and gagged.)
Fiona: Now, listen up, Miss Pittypat. If you scream, I'm gonna put you right back in the ground where I found you. You understand?
Mme LaLaurie:Hmm?
Fiona: Yeah?
Mme LaLaurie: (yelling) Help!
(Fiona slaps Mme LaLaurie.)
Fiona: Shut up! Shut up! (whimpering) I want you to tell me right now how it is you're still alive after all these years and not some moldering corpse. (phone rings) (Mme LaLaurie shrieks.) Shh! Shut up! (phone continues ringing) Jesus, woman, it's a cell phone, all right?
Cordelia: (outside) Fiona? We're starting!
Fiona: (sighs) Now you just stay quiet, and when I get back, we're gonna continue our little chat. (sighs) And you better make it worth my while.
Detroit
2012
A fried chicken restaurant
Queenie: Let me get a 44, extra crispy.
Customer: Yo. The medium bucket is supposed to have eight pieces. This one has only seven.
Queenie: My name's not "Yo." It's Queenie. And you must have miscounted because I packed that bucket myself.
Customer: Well, you must have got a "D" in math 'cause there's only seven pieces.
Queenie: Actually, sir, I got an "A" in math. All of 'em. Calculus, trig, advanced algebra.
Customer: Is that so?
Queenie: Mm-hmm.
Customer: Look, I'm sure you're a genius. Just give me an extra piece of chicken, and I'll be done here.
Queenie: Look, Pencil Dick, I'm not stupid, okay? You ate that extra piece, and now you want a freebie.
Customer: I'd like to speak to the manager, stupid fat ass.
Queenie: What did you call me?
Customer: Get the manager!
Queenie: I am the manager! (She dives her hand into a vat of boiling oil and enjoys it as the skin on his hand bubbles and falls off.)
Customer: Help! She's burned me!
Miss Robichaux's Academy
Morning gathering
Nan: Did they send you to jail?
Queenie: No. There were lots of witnesses, and none of them had actually seen me throw the oil. But it made the local newspaper, and that's how Miss Cordelia found me.
Cordelia: You didn't want to join us at first.
Queenie: I grew up on white girl shit like Charmed and Sabrina the Teenaged Cracker. I didn't know that there even were black witches. But as it turns out, I'm an heir to Tituba. She was a house slave in Salem. She was the first to be accused of witchcraft. So, technically, I'm part of your tribe.
Madison: Is this where we all sing "Kum-Bah-Yah"?
Queenie: Bitch, I will eat you!
Cordelia: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! You guys have got to start taking care of each other. We have enough enemies on the outside.
(Spalding come in with two men.)
Sanchez: Ms. Foxx?
Cordelia: Yes?
Sanchez: Detective Sanchez, NOPD Homicide. My partner Detective Stiles.
Cordelia: What's this about?
Sanchez: We'd like to have a word with two of your girls.
Cordelia’s office
Sanchez: When a movie star like you shows up at a sorority house, people are gonna pay attention to where you go and with who. Lot of people saw you go into a back room with some of the guys on the bus.
Zoe: What does that have to do with the bus flipping? These are teenaged girls.
Cordelia: How could they possibly do that? This all seems so silly.
Sanchez: I'm just looking for someone who had a motive to hurt those guys, who could've screwed with the brakes or the steering column. Maybe whatever happened in that room was upsetting.
Zoe: Shouldn't we have a lawyer here or something?
Sanchez: We're just talking. Did you know any of those boys? Had you met them before?
Madison: No. We barely spoke to them that night. They took me in the back room to try to get me high, but I said no.
Zoe: She's sober.
Madison: Except vodka.
Cordelia: Madison has a wicked sense of humor. But, in fact, she's come a long way with her addiction issues. We're very proud of her.
Sanchez: Can I ask you why you visited one of the survivors in the hospital?
Zoe: Um I felt bad for him. We-we just met him the night before. He seemed nice.
Sanchez: He died right after you left. The doctors can't quite figure out how, but when we checked you out, we noticed that another boy you knew died in the exact same way right before you got here. A boy named Charles Taylor.
(Zoe cries and cracks.)
Zoe: They gang raped her, and they got what they deserved!
Sanchez: How did you flip the bus? Was it the wheels? It was the wheels.
Madison: I have no idea what she's talking about. I Nobody raped me. She's clearly lost her mind.
Zoe: Madison did it. She can move things with her mind. And I killed that asshole in the hospital. I have powers, too. We're witches.
Cordelia: I'm sorry, Detective. Zoe has clearly suffered some kind of mental break.
Zoe: No! No, enough lying. It's over! Everyone here is a witch. I'm so sorry. Please don't send us to jail.
Fiona: Nobody's going to jail. Girls. Will you leave us, please?
Sanchez: Are you in charge here?
Fiona: I'm Fiona Goode. (laughs) I'm in charge everywhere.
Sanchez: We're gonna have to take both of those girls in for questioning. We'll try to keep this quiet, but that Madison girl…
(Fiona spits in two glasses of water.)
Fiona: (to Sanchez) Drink.
Cordelia: Fiona, don't.
Fiona: Come on.
(Sanchez drinks, the other fights her mind control.)
Fiona: (to Stiles) Oh. Tough guy. Come on, give up. I'm barely trying, you know. In about ten seconds, I'm going to turn the heat up in that chubby melon of yours, and I'm gonna turn your brains to scrambled eggs. Frankly, it's been a hard morning, and I'd really rather not work up a sweat. So come on. Just drink the damn water, will you, please? (Stiles starts bleeding from his nose.)
Cordelia: This is totally…
Fiona: Shut up, Delia! Unless you want me to spit in a third cup.
(Stiles finally drinks.)
Fiona: Good. Now, I'm going to need you both to turn over whatever information you've gathered on these girls and never speak about it to anyone ever again. Are we clear?
Sanchez and Stiles: Perfectly.
Zoe & Madison’s bedroom
Zoe: Do you think Fiona can fix it?
Madison: You're such a goddamn idiot. I can't believe you told them everything. I'm supposed to be cleaning up my act. When this gets out, I'm screwed.
Zoe: Who cares? This is murder. Like, multiple murders.
Madison: They're not gonna find any evidence that we messed with the bus because we didn't mess with the bus! What did you do to that shit-dick in the hospital though?
Fiona: Idiots. (Fiona comes in and flings them both against the wall.) Have you any idea what's going on out there? Now, I forgave your ham-handed mass murder business with the bus-- overexuberance of youth and all that-- but if you haven't got the goddamn brains to know that when strangers come asking questions, we close ranks, then I fear our line is truly at an end.
Zoe: But they knew so much already.
Fiona: I couldn't toast a piece of bread with the heat they were putting on you. You are soft. You're emotional. You care what people think. Now, if there's one thing you learn before leaving this place, it's that we, even the weakest among us, are better than the best of them.
Zoe: Are we gonna get arrested?
Fiona: You are missing the point.
Madison: Which is?
Fiona: The point is… in this whole wide wicked world, the only thing you have to be afraid of… is me.
County morgue
Madison: I was supposed to play a cat burglar in this movie once, but the funding fell through. But not before I learned how to do this. (pick a lock) Hold that.
Zoe: Madison, what are we doing here?
Madison: I'm gonna pay you back.
Zoe: Pay me back? For what?
Madison: I know what you did for me, dealing with that asshole, so I'm gonna return the favor. Stole it out of Foxxy's stash. It's in Latin.
Zoe: What is this?
Madison: Resurrection spell. We're gonna bring your boyfriend back to life. (They find all the frat brothers dismembered.) Oh, shit. Guess that crash was even worse than I thought.
Zoe: No, don't! (Madison opens Kyle’s body bag and finds he's in pieces.)
Madison: He's still kind of cute though.
Zoe: Madison!
Madison: Guess they're trying to figure out where everything goes.
Zoe: Can we please just get out of here?
Madison: Zoe, look around this room. Okay, what do you see?
Zoe: A tragedy.
Madison: I see potential. Look, nice legs over here, a great set of guns. (chuckles) I wonder if he's a show-er or a grower.
Zoe: What's your point, Madison?
Madison: We take the best boy parts, we attach them to Kyle's head and we build the perfect boyfriend.
Zoe: Is this just a joke to you?
Madison: No, it's a challenge. All we have to do is follow this recipe. Find me a saw.
A gynecologist's office
Cordelia: How's the oven? Ready for a bun? (Chuckles)
Doctor: I wish I could say yes. You've been taking the Clomiphene as directed?
Cordelia: Yes. And I was sure it must be working. I had horrible cramps, hot flashes, blurry vision
Hank: Doc, what's the plan here? She goes through hell and it doesn't even work.
Cordelia: Hank…
Hank: We've been at this for a year. All I can do is stand around like an asshole while you get sick.
Doctor: Well, unfortunately, the fertility drugs don't come with any guarantees. I'll send your blood to the lab and we can consider other options.
Cordelia: Like what?
Doctor: Like in vitro fertilization.
Hank: Doc, can I have a minute alone with my wife?
Doctor: Sure.
Hank: Baby, if you want to try this, I'll support it. But I don't get it.
Cordelia: I'm not ready to give up. I should be able to have a baby just like any other woman. I know it's horrible, but a lot of women do this.
Hank: When they have no choice. (quietly) You have a choice.
Cordelia: If I start using magic to fulfill my every whim, then I'm just Fiona.
Hank: This isn't a whim. This is about us having a family.
Cordelia: You don't know what you're asking me to do. This kind of magic-- it's dark. It's about life and death, and I don't want to play God.
Hank : So you're gonna let Dr. Morrison play God instead.
Miss Robichaux's Academy
Fiona’s bedroom
Fiona: Mmm… Doesn't that smell good? One thing I'll give my daughter-- she can fry up a chicken leg. I imagine you're a bit peckish after spending 180 years buried in a hole. But then you probably don't need to eat, being immortal. Of course, sometimes we just like to do things because we enjoy them. (Fiona chuckles. Mme LaLaurie, gagged, mumbles.) Do you wish to speak?
Mme LaLaurie: What did you just say?
Fiona: About what?
Mme LaLaurie: How long?
Fiona: 180 years. Easy to lose track, I suppose.
Mme LaLaurie: That bitch. That evil bitch.
Fiona: Who? Who did it? I mean, they said you were poisoned, but… they obviously got that part wrong.
Mme LaLaurie: I was tricked.
Fiona: By whom?
Mme LaLaurie: That black devil.
Flash back
1830’s
LaLaurie’s house
Marie Laveau: A love potion. I offer it as a gift. (Mme LaLaurie drinks and faints.)
Mme LaLaurie: Louis? (She wakes up.)
Laveau: (outside) LaLaurie! Show yourself!
(Mme LaLaurie founds Marie Laveau outside her home with a mob of black slaves.)
Mme LaLaurie: You think you and this rabble can frighten me? I am Madame Marie Delphine LaLaurie. And you're nothing. Your feeble attempt at poisoning me failed, nigger witch. If I wanted you dead, you would be. Where's my family? Return them to me.
Marie Laveau: They never left.
(Her own husband and three daughters are strung up dead.)
Mme LaLaurie: Oh, my God. What have you done? Oh, dear God. Oh, God. What have you done? God in Heaven. Oh God.
Marie Laveau: Don't think that they didn't suffer because they did, greatly. But the fate that I have planned for you will make their suffering seem as a gentle sleep. It wasn't poison that I gave you but something far worse. My gift to you, Madame LaLaurie, was life everlasting. Immortality was in that bottle. Bring her! (others shouting)
Mme LaLaurie: My God.
Marie Laveau: For your sins, Madame LaLaurie, you are damned to live forever. To never know the release of sweet death. To never reunite with loved ones in the realm beyond. But instead to be alone, sealed up in your unmarked grave for all eternity, listening to the world go on around you, even until that world is no more.
(The crowd puts her in a wooden box and buries her.)
(Flash back ends.)
Fiona’s bedroom
Fiona: I'm sorry for your loss. You want a bite? (chicken)
Mme LaLaurie: I'm not hungry.
Morgue
(Madison and Zoe stitch together Kyle using new parts.)
Madison: I need a bowl and some hair from his head.
(Madison makes a potion.)
Madison: Okay. Breathe in the smoke. (They both breathe in the smoke from her potion.)
Zoe: Aah!
(Zoe and Madison yell.)
Madison: Give me your hand. Blood is our sacrament. (She cuts Zoe's hand to complete the spell.)
Maidons: Calpriziana, offina alta nestra, fuero menut. Azazel, we submit to you body and soul, the lord of the underworld, we offer you our obedience and everlasting devotion until death sanctifies this unholy union.
Zoe: Did we just marry the Devil? 'Cause I don't know if I'm down with that.
(Madison screams.)
Madison: Berald, Beroald, Balbin, Gab, Gabor, Agaba.
Both: Berald, Beroald, Balbin, Gab, Gabor, Agaba. Berald, Beroald, Balbin, Gab, Gabor, Agaba. Berald, Beroald, Balbin, Gab, Gabor, Agaba.
Madison: Return to the mortal coil! Arise!
(Both panting ; nothing happens.)
Madison: Well, that was a bust.
Zoe: You sure you said the spell correctly?
Madison: Hey, I've been acting since I was five. I know my lines.
Zoe: I guess we're just not powerful enough.
(Madison leaves, but Zoe stays behind.)
Zoe: Hey, I'll, I'll meet you in the car. I, I left my phone in here somewhere.
Madison: Hurry up.
Outside
(Madison is smoking when she sees a car pull up.)
Madison: Shit. Tough luck, bitch.
Morgue
Zoe: I'm so sorry, Kyle. None of this would have happened if we weren't at that party. My life has just been so out of control lately. I wish I could have kept you out of it. (She leans over Kyle's body and kisses him.)
(We see Misty Day in the bayou.)
Morgue
(A man comes in the morgue.)
Man: Who's there? (He sees Kyle.) What the hell? Oh, Jesus Christ. (clang. He finds Zoe.) What the hell are you doing here?
(Kyle wakes up. He starts beating the man.)
Zoe: Kyle, no, no!
(We see Misty Day.)
African-American hair parlor
Fiona: Aah! You're not used to having a… white woman in your chair, are you?
Hairdresser 1: I'm not used to having a white woman in this neighborhood. Uh-uh, there's no smoking in here.
Hairdresser 2: Most of that is real hair, more precious than gold. We buy it by the pound.
Hairdresser 1: Mm-hmm.
(She turns on thestereo.)
♪ Yeah, yeah. ♪
(stereo clicks off. Marie Laveau comes in.)
Marie Laveau: You look good, little mama. All right, you get going home now. I was just finishing. All right, you all go home, too. I'll finish this one myself.
Miss Robichaux's Academy
(Nan is trying to read a book.)
Nan: Stop. Stop it. I don't like it, stop. Stop.
Queenie: You okay?
Nan: Too much noise. (She goes up to Fiona's room and unties Madame LaLaurie.) You think too loud. It is bothering me. Just get out.
(Queenie comes to investigate the ruckus.)
Queenie: What the…? Oh, who are you?
Mme LaLaurie: Out of my way, slave.
Queenie: Who you calling a slave, bitch? Yo, who is this stinky old …?
(Mme LaLaurie knocks her out with a candlestick.)
African-American hair parlor
Fiona: So, have you owned this place long?
Marie Laveau: What do you think?
Fiona: I think, when they say good black don't crack, they're not wrong. What's your secret?
Marie Laveau: What's yours? Your manicure cost more than my rent. Woman like you wipes her ass with diamonds. She don't just end up walking in here for hair extensions.
Fiona: My, my, my, aren't you perceptive?
Marie Laveau: You know exactly who I am and what I'm capable of, just like I know exactly what you are, witch. I can smell the stink of it on you.
Fiona: Well, I didn't expect you to like me. (chuckles) I mean, after all, your kind and my kind have been going after each other for centuries, though it is kind of like a hammer going after a nail.
Marie Laveau: Everything you got, you got from us.
Fiona: Tituba. Voodoo slave girl who graced us with her black magic. She couldn't tell a love potion from a recipe for chocolate chip cookies if she had to read it.
Marie Laveau: You made her a slave. Before that she came from a great tribe-- the Arawak. She learned the secrets of the other side from a 2,000-year-old line of shamans. Necromancy-- she gave it to your girls of Salem. A gift repaid with betrayal.
Fiona: Please. You want to tell me that some illiterate voodoo slave girl gave me my crown?
Marie Laveau: Well, maybe you haven't heard the news about civilization starting in Africa. We're more than just pins in dolls and seeing the future in chicken parts. You've been reading too many tourist guides.
Fiona: Speaking of tourist guides-- no more spray-- I have been to St. Louis Number 1 and I have seen the tomb of Laveau, seen the fat tourists from Little Rock to Hackensack drawing crosses on the bricks, making wishes to the bones of Marie Laveau. Little do they know, all they have to do to get their wishes granted was come down here to the Ninth Ward and get their hair braided.
Marie Laveau: And what is your wish, witch?
Fiona: I want what you have, whatever it is that has kept you young all these years.
Marie Laveau: (laughs) The hammer wants the nail's magic. Oh, that is rich.
Fiona: Yeah, and you're going to give it to me because I have something you want.
Marie Laveau: You could offer me a unicorn that shit $100 bills, and I'd still never give you more than a headache. Boys. (Fiona lights her racks of wigs on fire.) Hurry, get, get it, put it out. (to Fiona) Stop!
Fiona: I don't like it. (hair style)
(fire extinguishers spraying)
Fiona: But we'll be in touch. Such a lovely place you have here. It's nice to see you doing so well after all these years. I mean, maybe in another century you could have two shithole salons.
Miss Robichaux's Academy
Greenhouse
Cordelia: Jam tibi impero et principio maligne spiritus! Ut confestim allata et circulo discedas, absque
Man: You think it's gonna work?
Cordelia: Jesus, Hank, you scared the shit out of me! You shouldn't be in here.
Hank: You okay, baby?
Cordelia: It's all going to be all right. I just I need to concentrate. Just give me 20 minutes, okay?
Hank: Whatever it takes.
(Both laugh. He leaves.)
Hank & Cordelia’s bedroom
Cordelia: Absque omni lisione cujuscunque creature vel rei et ad locum a justissimo tibi deputatum in momento et ictu oculi abeas (With two giant eggs and a circle of black salt, they begin her spell, stabbing each other's fingers to draw blood.) Krek creeteo mav kaas kataan. Say it.
Hank: Krek creeteo mav kaas kataan.
(Then they have sex, surrounded by a ring of fire. Cordelia moans loudly. Egg cracks)
(The eggs break and snakes slither all over them as they finish -- but then everything disappears.)
Outside
(Zoe drives Kyle home.)
Zoe: Kyle? Kyle! (He's not right.) Kyle! I know… I know you know something's wrong. Maybe this is too hard for anyone to hear, but Kyle, you died. Can-can you remember that? You know, you were on a bus, and-and there was an accident. Sort of. Like, it wasn't your it wasn't your fault. Okay, none of it was your fault. We tried to put you together the best we could, and-and (guttural yelling) Then we brought you back from the other side. (He begins banging his head against the window whilst screaming and wildly thrashing about.) No! No, stop! Kyle! No! Kyle! Stop! Look, okay, may maybe it would have been better for you to stay dead. I don't know. But I couldn't forgive myself if I didn't try.
Misty Day: (pops up from the backseat) I forgive you.
(Zoe screams, tires squeal, Kyle yells.)
Misty Day: Even though you drew me out here. (Zoe pants loudly) Turn around. Make a right.
Misty’s home on the swamp
Zoe: Do you really think that's going to work?
(Misty spackles Kyle together with swamp mud.)
Misty: I know it will. This stuff is the shit literally. Louisiana swamp is full of Spanish moss and alligator dung. Amazing healing properties. Mother Nature has an answer for everything. Healed me when I was burned alive.
Zoe: You are Misty Day. You're the witch Cordelia was telling us about. Everyone thinks you're dead, but, of course, you're not. You have the power of resurgence. Misty: The power of resurgence. I like the sound of that. We have so much to teach each other, Zoe.
Zoe: Maybe we do.
Misty: I always knew there were others like me, but I had no idea how to find you. And then today, I was meditating in the woods when my heart started racing, and my teeth started vibrating. Something was calling to me. I had no idea what it was, but... I knew I had to follow. And it was you, Zoe. Your magic called me there. And I'm so grateful. Now I'm not alone.
♪ She rings like a bell through the night ♪
♪ And wouldn't you love to love her? ♪
♪ She rules her life like a bird in flight ♪
♪ And who will be her lover? ♪
Zoe: Who sings this?
Misty: Who sings this?
♪ All your life you've never seen ♪
Misty: Fleetwood Mac. Stevie Nicks is my hero.
Zoe: That's Stevie Nicks from American Idol?
Misty: It's Stevie Nicks. "The White Witch." The only witch before you I've ever known.
Zoe: She's an actual witch?
Misty: Listen to the lyrics.
♪ She rules her life like a bird in flight ♪
♪ And who will be her lover? ♪
Misty: This song was her anthem.
♪All your life you've never seen... ♪
Misty: Doesn't it just penetrate your soul and tell the truth about everything you ever felt in your whole life?
Zoe: Yeah. Totally.
♪ Will you ever win? ♪
Zoe: Um, I really should be going.
Misty: Going? What do you mean?
Zoe: My school-- I'm sure they're wondering where I am.
♪ Rhiannon…♪
Zoe: I just have to figure out where to take him.
Misty: He can stay here with me. I'll heal him. And then, when you come back, he'll be good as new.
♪ Dreams unwind, love's state of mind ♪
Misty: Hey, you'll come back, right? Hmm?
(Kyle groans softly.)
African-American hair parlor
Marie Laveau: And clean your station, baby girl, 'cause I am sick and tired of them old boxes of Popeye's and Coke cans. (Indistinct chatter, door opening, door closes) You ain't never gonna believe who's back. We got some business to attend to. (She talks to the man in the bull's head.)
Outside Mme LaLaurie’s old home
Mme LaLaurie: They haven't changed the names of the street signs.
Fiona: You're lucky you didn't get run over. You know, the world has sped up a bit since you went down in that hole.
Mme LaLaurie: I'd be trampled by a herd of elephants, it wouldn't make a spit of difference.
They defaced my home with a plaque. "The House of Madame LaLaurie. An historical site." My home-- a museum of horrors.
Fiona: People have always celebrated the macabre. You're not remembered fondly, but I guess that beats not being remembered at all.
Mme LaLaurie: I was a woman of my time.
Fiona: Hmm. That is a crock of shit. You've got a mean streak wider than your backside, or a sickness of the mind. Either way, if ten of the hundreds of things I have read about you are true, then you deserved every minute down there under all that dirt.
Mme LaLaurie: They took my babies, you know? Hung 'em in a straight line right up there. My husband, too. Him, I didn't care about. I'd been planning on killing him for weeks. Poison in his buckwheat.
Fiona: Well, you'll forgive me if I have trouble feeling sorry for you.
Mme LaLaurie: I don't care what kind of a monster anybody says I am. I loved my girls in my own way. Even the ugly one. The moment she came out of my belly, she was a shame to me. She had the face of a damn hippo, but I loved her just the same. Hell is real. I've seen it down in that box. Time disappears. The only thing that's left is what's in your mind's eye. And all mine saw were the faces of my girls. Forever.
Fiona: Well, maybe it's better. At least in death, you can't disappoint the ones you love.
Mme LaLaurie: Are you a witch or something?
Fiona: Why?
Mme LaLaurie: Well, I was hoping you were. Then maybe you'd know how to kill me.
Fiona: Oh, I may kill you yet, but not today. But you run away again, and it's back in the box for you, understand?
Mme LaLaurie: Yes, ma'am.
Fiona: Good. Let's go home.
–[End]–
