Yes, Delphine. It’s all lies. I hope it makes you make this face:
Enjoy!
The scene opens precisely where last week’s episode left off: Voodoo queen MARIE LAVEAU (Angela Basset) entering Miss Robichaux’s Academy, seeking the help of FIONA GOODE (Jessica Lange) and her coven only after the mass slayings of Team Voodoo left her with no other options. FIONA beckons MARIE in, and MARIE strides into the center of the foyer.
MARIE(glancing at the décor) White walls, white carpets, white upholstery, I see. I guess Marie Laveau should not be surprised.
FIONAIt lacks the earthiness of Cornrow City, I suppose, but in my defense, I had never been to your neighborhood when I decorated this place. Now, let’s talk turkey, Proud Mary. The way I see it, you’re all alone, and you don’t have any time to waste critiquing my home.
FIONA cocks her eyebrow. Just then the front door slams open, and in walks special guest star Alfre Woodard in a headwrap and a plain brown dress.MARIEThat is where you’re wrong, white devil. Marie Laveau has one more trick up her sleeve, you best believe!
MARIEMay I introduce you to…. HARRIET TUBMAN?
FIONAOh, just what we need: Someone else stinking up these walls with the very particular odor off… AMERICAN HISTORY.
Thunder crashes. In a close-up, FIONA cocks her eyebrow. Just then, a panel on HARRIERT TUBMAN’s chest pops open to reveal blinking lights and circuits.MARIEYou hold your tongue, Zbornak. You see, Ms. Tubman did not survive to present day as a result of my voodoo magics. No, she stands before you as a result of… SCIENCE!
FIONA gasps. Just then, NAN runs into the living room.HARRIET TUBMANBleep blorp! Bleep blorp! Destroy all honkies! Destroy all honkies!
NANFiona! Fiona! I’m subverting narrative tropes by articulating my sexuality!
HARRIET TUBMAN’s head hinges back, and a rocket launcher emerges from her neck. It fires, and NAN is incinerated on the spot.HARRIET TUBMANTarget identified: caucasian moppet. Must kill without mercy.
A mud-spattered, barefoot, overall-clad MISTY DAY enters carrying a bucket of mud.FIONAShit. Where’s that swamp witch? (yelling offscreen) Misty! Oh, Misty Day! Get your magic mud ready, because this one is going to be a real fucking jigsaw puzzle!
MISTYY’know, I can do other things aside from use my miracle mud to bring dead people back to life.
MISTY begrudgingly pours mud on the small charcoal pile that was once NAN. ROBO-TUBMAN, meanwhile, flies about the room using her hoverpack.FIONAOh, just do the mud thing, Hucklberry Quim.
Doors fly open to reveal the new witches, one by one. First, out steps Shirley Jones in colonial get-up.FIONAThat was quite the trick, Ms. Laveau. But surely you would have expected us to use the power of resurgence to shore up our numbers as well. May I introduce the whitest, most evil witch-bitches in history?
Next it’s Shelley Long wearing a sensible pantsuit.BETSY ROSSLook out, 2013! It’s evil Betsy Ross! Grr!
The third door opens to reveal Hilary Duff, dressed to the 1930s fashion. She does not speak, but simply clutches her abdomen.GERALDINE FERRAROI’m former vice-presidential candidate Geraldine Ferraro, and I was a witch the whole time, it turns out. (She winks.)
FIONAGo on, girly. Tell them that you’re Bonnie Parker.
BONNIE PARKERMy… Ugh, my bullet holes really hurt. I don’t think you brought me back right. Should my bullet holes still hurt?
Up-and-coming witch ZOE races into the room.FIONAOh, for God’s sakes.
BONNIE PARKERI’m just going to sit down for a bit. Let me rest up and I can be a witch.
MARIE and FIONA clearly hate the idea.ZOEEveryone, I had a new terrible idea that we should all do! What if we all ate poison?
FIONA cocks her eyebrow.ZOENo, no! Hear me out: If we all eat the poison now, the witch-hunters won’t be able to kills us. It’s the perfect surprise plan.
MARIEOf all the stupidest…
ZOEIt’s a bad idea, isn’t it? Oh no! I already ate the poison.
FIONAWhy would you think that would be a good idea?
ZOEMadison said it made sense!
FIONAShe’s mean when she’s sober. Was she drunk when she encouraged you to take the poison?
Cut to MADISON in a separate room, dead, again, just this time from alcohol poisoning.ZOEUmm…
ZOEIt’s hard to tell when she’s sober.
MISTYEveryone! Everyone, hush! Quit you’re fussin’ and fightin’ for a moment. I can feel somethin’ powerful comin’ our way. I sense it from my dirty swamp feet to the nape of my red neck. I’d sound more urgent if I weren’t so folksy.
MARIEWhat you feel, Bayou Billy?
MISTYIt’s her! She’s coming?
FIONAWho, girl? Speak!
CORDELIA(Running into the room) Oh, I feel it too! Yeah, it’s her alright. Um, her. I knew she was coming. (Looking around desperately) Someone acknowledge my worth as a person, please.
FIONAPlease, Delia, do not interrupt the one who is the obvious heir to my power. Now Misty, you’d better not be talking about Stevie Nicks again.
Roseanne, draped in purple and scarlet straight out of the Book of Revelations, lands her flying convertible in the front yard of Miss Robichaux’s. The car has the license plate “ANTI666.” She steps out and ambles to the front door.MISTY(Pointing directly into the camera) No, it’s her!
WHORE OF BABYLONYeah, yeah — it’s me, the Whore of Babylon or whatever. I’m here to wrap stuff up, I guess. (Looking around the room) Wow, would it kill you broads to get a Y chromosome in here?
FIONAIt’s The Ultimate! The culmination of all witchery! Why have you come to us now, Your Grace?
The entire cast snaps into a well-choreographed performance of “We Are Family,” save for ZOE, who has succumbed to the poison. The song ends with Miss Robichaux’s Academy spontaneously collapsing on top of the entire cast, killing everyone in a spectacular metaphor about the American family or possibly New Orleans. The camera pans over to the disembodied head of DELPHINE LALAURIE, sitting on a tuft of grass. It has managed to outlast everyone else.WHORE OF BABYLONI’m a diva ex machine, I guess you could say. (Checking her notes) Oh, and apparently we’re having another big musical number this season. One! Two! Three! Four!
The Rottweiler grabs Delphine’s head by a lock of hair and drags her away.DELPHINE’S HEADOnly I remain to tell this tale of witchery and womanhood. I have learned valuable lessons about how my fellow women are just that, regardless of the color of their skin. But who would listen to a tale told by a two hundred-year-old head without a body? Alas, no one shall, for a hungry-looking Rottweiler is headed my way.
As Delphine’s plaintive cries fade, a voiceover by Cicely Tyson begins: “Yes, Delphine did eventually die somewhere. Why shouldn’t she? Tune in next week, when we fill out the rest of this season’s remaining episodes with an unrelated subplot about, oh, let’s say Connie Britton, Zachary Quinto and maybe aliens or something. Or Bigfoot? Yeah, let’s do Bigfoot.”DELPHINE’S HEADOh, will these indignities ever end? Will I ever die?
~ THE END ~
HARRIET TUBMAN
ReplyDeleteBleep blorp! Bleep blorp! Destroy all honkies! Destroy all honkies!
Best. Dialogue. Ever.
- Idiot Profit
I've always had an ear for realistic dialogue.
DeleteAll it needs is a prologue that takes place in the past and it would be the best episode yet.
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