American Horror Story2011

Cordelia Foxx:
Who are you? What do you want?

The Axeman:
Release.

Cordelia Foxx:
I can't do that.

The Axeman:
Don't think so, dirty p*ssy cat? Goddamn witches. They ended me once, right here in this very room. And for years after, the parties and the music and the dancing raged wild outside while I sat trapped inside these four ugly walls. Now, last night, this sweet young witch comes along and offers me my release, and I said, "Oh, yes, ma'am, yes, please. What do you need?" She asks her favor, and I provide. The thing is, when the time comes for her to ante up, b*tch lies, leaving me betwixt, between and ready to pop.

Cordelia Foxx:
You died?

The Axeman:
Uh-huh.

Cordelia Foxx:
And now you're trapped.

The Axeman:
Right here with you.

Cordelia Foxx:
The only way I can help you is if you let me out of here.

The Axeman:
No. Nobody leaves this room. You see, I had a... a contract. Promises were made, and all you've got to do is sing and dance, and call the witches who owe me my freedom. And I'll provide the music.