American Horror Story
6×3& Cricket: After what happened, you should keep the door locked.
& Lee: Called? By who?
Cricket: By whom. ... I don’t mean «called» in any way you’d be familiar with, via AT&T, or Sprint... if you’re particularly gauche.
& Cricket: I was sittin’ in my home in the uptown district of New Orleans, having a Café Du Monde beignet... ...And a spirit whispered in my ear that the mystery to this abduction is only gonna be untangled by a man who knows the comings and goings of the other side.
& Cricket: She has a cleaver. She’s called The Butcher.
& Cricket: Croatoan! Croatoan!
& Cricket: Rest your pretty little heads. Cricket has all the answers you seek... The spirits are dark and malevolent, and they do indeed have your daughter. But... I can take you to her. $25,000. I take Visa, MasterCard, Discover...
& Cricket: The Butcher. Her Christian name was Thomasin White. Her husband John was the governor of the colony of Roanoke...
& Ambrose: Mother, the people are starving. And winter is almost upon us.
& Lee: Everybody who lives in North Carolina knows the history of the Lost Colony. It’s a ghost story people told around the campfire...
& Ambrose: Beg for a reprieve, Mother.
Thomasin White: I bend my knee to no man.
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