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Ah.
You see that?

- Cute.
- Yeah.

She's trying to suck
her thumb already.

Sean. Sean.

Sorry.

Is that her arm?

Her leg.

I don't know
how you can tell what's what.

Uh, this isn't my first time.

Everything looks
as it should at 29 weeks.

Do you have any concerns,
any questions for me?

Yeah. I'm having side pains.

- Huh. How regularly?
- It's not often.

It was once at work
and once at home.

Left or right?

- To the right. Right.
- It's right.

Usually, that is
a positioning issue.

Sean, you could be very helpful
by massaging the area

while you lay on your side
and you adjust your position.

- Okay.
- Keep an eye on it.

I'd like you to come back
in two weeks.

If anything changes before then,

please don't hesitate
to give me a call.

- Is it serious?
- Most likely, no.

- But it could be?
- Just needs

to be monitored.

No sense in worrying
about something

that may never materialize.

And if it does,
it's my job to treat it

so that you do not have
to worry.

- Okay?
- Thank you.

Okay.

I already don't remember.
Was it--

Was it 35, or was it 34?

I literally do not remember.

- We can always call him.
- Well, will you call?

- Of course. Yeah. Yeah.
- If you're gonna be

on your phone, we just have
to do this every single time.

I'm sorry,
but when my boss texts,

I have to text him back.
You know.

Not in the middle
of an ultrasound.

Look, there's good money
in private security,

and Kakkar says if I do
a good job at the school,

he'll refer me to his cousin,
who's, like, a tech billionaire.

If I get a job like that,
we'll be set for life.

The baby will be set.
We'll be set.

You'll never have to work again.

Mm, mm...

I like working.

I know, and it's not what I...

I'm just saying if you didn't
want to work, you don't have to.

That's what I meant.
That's all I'm saying.

Mm-hmm.

I love you.

I love you.

Hey. Hey.

All right. High five. You went
camping this weekend, right?

All right.

Okay. Hi.

- Hey. Good morning.
- Good morning.

- How are you?
- Whew!

That's all right.

Hi. Good morning, Aila.

Whoa. I have the same shoes.

That's crazy.
Hey, up top. High five.

- No?
- Say good morning to Mr. Sean?

No? No high five? Man.

- She's shy.
- Yeah. I guess it's not cool

when
an old dude cops your style.

- That's all right.
- Eh...

Okay, but it still works?

Uh, not well. I mean,

the electrician
never properly installed this.

That's why it keeps slipping
out of the casing, though.

And that's what keeps
tripping the alarm.

No. It keeps shorting out
because of an electrical issue.

That's why the display
keeps flickering.

I mean, this unit is
probably at least 5 years old.

Yeah.
It's practically brand-new.

Mm, no. They don't make
these things to last.

What a racket.

All right.
Uh, keep an eye on it.

Well, just to be clear,
I mean, this will keep happening

- unless you replace it.
- I'm sorry.

We don't have room for it
in the budget right now.

Just make it work.

Oh, um, you hear any word
from your cousin?

- Uh, about what?
- Well, you had mentioned

that he might be looking to
hire a private security guard.

Yeah, Sean,
for, like, a big guy, though.

You know, no offense. You're--

I'm the average size
of a Secret Service agent.

Okay. Um...

Look, I appreciate
your moxie or whatever, but...

Okay. Tell you what.

Uh, prove yourself here
for a few months,

and I'll see
what I can do, all right?

Mm...

Hey, baby?

Oh.

Baby, do you mind rubbing
my side?

- Yeah. Oh.
- Oh, just a little softer.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Oh, that's perfect.
Thank you.

Magic hands.

- Hm...
- Hey.

Baby, I'm sorry.
I'm-- I'm just not in the mood.

I feel gross.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.
No, totally.

Yeah.

Um...

I can take care of you.

Yeah, no.
Um, I'm good.

- Yeah?
- Really. Yeah.

What the fuck?

Here we go.

Okay, so maybe we need,
like, a safe word.

I thought you didn't like
safe words.

To get out of the party.

Okay. Oh.

- So, like--
- Oh. Uh, okay.

How about after Robin's
had three Chardonnays,

- then we'll leave?
- Oh, gone.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I got you. I got you. I got you.

- You take this.
- Yep.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Oh, sorry.
- All right. You all right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

You're so lucky I love you.

I think you look sexy
in flowers.

Yeah.

Oh, goodness.

- Oh. Whoa. Man.
- Shit.

- Wow. They really...
- Went for it?

Uh-huh, and they even did

- the mannequins.
- Hey!

- Oh, my God, you look amazing.
- Hey!

- Thank you.
- See? Told you.

- Good to see you.
- Hi. Good to see you, too.

Thank you. I'll take that.
Thank you.

- Thank you. All right.
- Be right back.

- I told you you look good.
- It's just something people say.

That's nuts. I mean...

Oh, here we go. Ready?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hi. How are you?

- Ohh! Oh...
- Oh.

- Stunning.
- Mm.

Hi, Robin.

I know you'll never call me
"Mom,"

but is "Aunt" too much to ask?

And how are you feeling?

Just like a whale wearing
a tablecloth.

The wit to match the beauty.

- Andrea?
- Yeah?

What temperature should I set
the oven at

- for the mac and cheese?
- Uh, actually, I'll just--

I'll just help you with that.
Sorry. I'll be right back.

- She is gorgeous.
- She is.

I don't know
how you snagged her.

Ha! Yeah.

And how are you, Sean?

I'm good, good. Yeah.

Financially?

We're doing just fine. Yeah.

And are youdoing fine?

Is there something you want?
I was gonna grab a beer, so...

Money was...
always tight with your father.

I don't want it to be
that way with you.

- Yeah.
- Brilliant man.

Just could never seem
to pull it together.

Mm. I appreciate your concern.

Absolutely unacceptable
to see a guest in my house

without a beverage in his hand.

- You can follow me, brother.
- Thank you.

Jesus.

- That was awkward.
- That was awful.

Yeah. Place looks great, though.

- You look great.
- Thanks. Oh.

And you did
the decorations all nice.

- Yeah, man. We got the memo.
- Yeah. You sure did.

Dresses up.
It dresses down.

Yeah. You look a lot
like Higgins, actually.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Hey, man,
I'm sorry my mom's such a cunt.

Oh. Not the word
I would choose, but okay.

Yeah, but she is, Sean.

Well, I owe her.

And she's never gonna
let you forget it.

So you're really doing this, huh?

Doing what?

You're having a baby, Sean.

- Yep.
- That's a lot.

Well, you know, she's,
uh, 7 months pregnant,

so it's a little late
to back out now.

I know a doctor in Bakersfield.

I'll pretend
you didn't just say that.

- Would you?
- Would I what?

- You know.
- Dude, fuck off, man.

I'm j-- I'm joking.
Babies are beautiful.

Oh, man, you're gonna be the
best dad in the history of dads.

- I'm not even fucking around.
- Thanks, man.

I'm serious.
Do you know why?

No, but I have a feeling
you're gonna tell me.

You remember when we all
went camping in high school

and that deer got stuck
in the fence?

Everybody
was stoned and freaked out.

Half of those guys,

they wanted to carve it up
and make venison stew.

The other half ran away
when it started kicking.

- Yeah. I think I remember.
- Yeah.

You just strolled up to it,
patted it,

calmed it,
pried the fence slat out,

and it ran off--
with your bare hands.

- Yeah. It was pretty wild.
- You and your magic touch.

After that, I was like,

"Dang, this motherfucker
can handle anything."

Well, I wish I still felt
that way.

You need to get
your groove back, Stella.

But, uh, when'd you get those?

Laurie's dad passed.

We ended up with his guns
and the rack.

It's so unnecessary, right?

Huh. May I?

Yeah.
They're not loaded.

Oh.

Hmm.

Been thinking about getting one
of these.

Are you sure that's a good idea?

What's that supposed to mean?

- You got a baby on the way.
- Yeah, all the more reason.

You don't need a gun
to protect your family, Sean.

You're more likely
to blow your own penis off

than kill an intruder. There's
a mountain of data behind that.

Yeah, yeah.

- It wasn't too bad, eh?
- No.

- Food was decent.
- I didn't eat.

- Why didn't you eat?
- I don't know.

Thought you said
you were hungry.

I just avoided Robin.

I just went
everywhere she wasn't.

How's Laurie doing, though?

She's good, actually.

Can you get that?

- Yeah.
- What does it say?

I'm just gonna--
just gonna pop that on silent.

Oh, come on.
What does it say?

- Does not matter.
- It does. What did it say?

- Is it Kakkar?
- Yeah, and he says, actually,

"Sean, hurry home and
give your wife the business."

Fuck. Shut up.

He said... plow me.

I doubt that he said that.
Come on, babe. What does it say?

He says the alarm is going off
and he wants you there,

but... come on,
you're coming home.

Oh, babe, you know I can't leave
the alarm off all night.

Why don't I drop you at home
and I'll be right back?

Like, 20 minutes.

- Baby.
- Yeah?

- Yes?
- Okay. You have 20 minutes.

- 20 minutes?
- That's all you have.

20 minutes, and then, uh...

then it's business time
'cause I'm a businessman.

We'll ink that deal.

- Where?
- I don't know.

Oh, shit.

Oh, fuck.

Ah. Oh.

Oh, shit.

Fuck. Shit.

Oh, God.

Oh! Uh!

Oh.

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

It's okay. Hey.

What happened?

Baby, you fell off the roof.

Good. You're awake.

How you feeling?

I fell?

You are lucky to be alive.

Some bruising
on your back and side

and a mild concussion.

It's a miracle
you didn't break anything.

What?

This will help.

Ready?

Okay.

Okay.

Here you go.

Oh, uh...

Do you need anything?

How long was I out for?

Two days.

Jesus.

Who's covering for me?

Sean...

...don't you ever climb
on the roof

to change a fucking light bulb
ever again...

...because I...

...weneed you.

Fuck.

- Hey.
- How are you feeling?

Mm... much better.

Yeah?

- Why so fancy today?
- Is it too much?

No. You look hot.

It's just an investor meeting.

I can try to push it
if you need me to stay with you.

Mnh-mnh. I can manage.

I actually think I'm gonna try
to go into work today.

Rest. Your job can wait.

Hm.

Ohh.

Oh!

Sean.

I need you to move the baby.

Help me!

Sean! Help me!

Aah!

- Hmm?
- You sure you're okay?

Yeah. No...

I-I-I need to be here.

I want to be here.

Please! Please!

Help! Save the baby!

Oh...

No. No!

Sean?

Sean.

He's not retarded now, is he?

Jesus Christ, Christian.

I'm sorry. I couldn't
think of a better word.

I'll just
pretend I didn't hear that.

Is there a better word for it?

Why don't
you put some steaks

on the grill, stop being
such a fucking asshole?

- I'm sorry.
- It's fine.

I don't know if it is.

What does that mean?

He's exactly like his father.

That's all.

You can relax.

Everything looks normal.

This is
not what normal feels like.

I always encourage my patients
to get a second opinion

if they're not satisfied
with my diagnosis.

No. It's not that I don't
trust-- I'm not questioning.

Perfectly fine if you are.

How has your mood been?

Any erratic shifts--
extreme happiness, sadness?

Um, it's about the same
as before.

Memory?

There's a gap.

From when to when?

In the hospital.

What is the last thing
that you remember?

Uh, I was on the roof,
and there was just lightning,

- a lot of light in the sky...
- Okay.

...and then I woke up
in the hospital.

Do you remember
anything in between?

Yeah. I had a-- a dream.

Um, there were these, um...

I don't know, uh, what they

They-- They had these tubes
on my-- my head,

and, um...

...then I woke up in the dream,

and my dead father
was lying right next to me.

Um, then I woke up for real, um,

but I've been having
a lot of bad dreams.

Just real vivid, um...

nightmares
that feel like panic attacks.

Um, sometimes I have
a hard time deciding what's real

and what's a dream, and
my hearing has become...

enhanced?

Like, I could be far away
from a conversation

and still hear it,

but like on a weak
AM radio station, kind of,

- if that makes sense.
- Mm.

And there's something else, too.

Um, I've been drawing a lot.

Oh.

They're quite good.

Thanks, uh, but, um,
before I hit my head,

I could barely draw
a stick figure, so...

I have a specialist
that I'd like you to see.

I encourage you to keep drawing.

This is a part of the healing.

Dr. Sturgill is a psychologist,

and she can give you
more guidance on this.

The drawings will lead you back.

What does that mean?

Um, it's just an expression.
It means they're therapeutic.

They'll help you get back

to where you were
before your injury.

Oh...

Oh...

Call Dr. Sturgill.
She'll be most helpful.

Um, how about medication?

Uh, let's hold off for now.

I have some breathing exercises
that I can share with you,

and I'd like to collaborate
with Dr. Sturgill,

and we'll create
a treatment plan.

Great.

"Stop. Tummy time."

Hope I'm not so old I'm the only
one to get that reference.

Tummy time-- You need it.
You got to do it.

Your baby's gonna hate it.
You're gonna love it.

You get, like, some time free.

Put that baby down.

Baby lifts its head,
gets strong,

so you got to do it, you know?

Um, and, you guys,
you got to help out here

because it takes a village,
you know?

I mean, moms can't do it all
on their own.

I mean, they can.

I'm not gonna remember
most of this.

- Okay.
- But, um,

yeah, don't let
this picture fool you

'cause the baby will be
on the tummy.

Tummy time.

All right.

What the fuck?

You're telling me
a dog broke into your apartment?

No. I-I don't know.
Look...

I just can't do a dog
and a baby right now.

- Can you take him, please?
- I mean, dogs and babies,

they go together like PB and J.

Could you please take him?

Yeah. Hey, come here.

Come here, gorgeous.
Yeah!

- Oh, he's a good boy.
- Thanks, man.

I'll let you know
if anyone claims him.

Oh, but, see?
Look at that.

He already bonded with you,
Sean.

Come on.
You're coming with me now.

Yeah. That's a good boy.

Look. Come on.

Good boy. Good boy.

Yeah. Good boy.

- Find everything you need?
- Yeah.

Uh, do you have something
to paint on?

Well, generally
the customer provides that,

like-- I don't know-- a wall.

Oh, no. Uh, for art.

Oh, you mean, like, an easel?

- Yeah, I guess.
- Oh, okay. Yeah.

There is an art supply store
about three blocks west.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

- What's that for?
- Water.

Who needs that much water?

You might.

You never know.

Can never have enough.

Earthquakes. Hurricanes.
Civil unrest.

Worldwide pandemic.
Alien invasion.

Never-ending, punishing drought.

Wildfires. Floods.

They're buy one,
get one half off.

You don't want to get Rico'd.

- Sorry. What?
- Puerto Rico'd.

Abandoned by a cruel
and incompetent government

and left to fend for yourself
after a natural disaster.

Fucking Puerto Rico'd, man.

Then you got some asshole
throwing paper towels at you.

Psst.

Fuck that shit.

Right.

That white wine, is that mine?

Oh, lovely, lovely.
Thank you very much.

- Ah, what a day. Beautiful.
- Mm.

You know-- Is that an easel?

So he's an artist now?

Is that how he plans
to support you?

Oh, we support each other.

You sure there's nothing else
I can get you?

I don't mind making you
some lunch.

His father had a sketch pad.

Robin, you really need to stop.

I didn't mean to upset you.

Did I say something?

The constant comparisons
to his father--

It's just all you talk about.

Well, he did have a sketch pad.

So did Van Gogh.
Should I be worried

he's gonna cut his ear off?

Shit.

What is this?

Sean.

I asked you to paint
the room one color.

Oh. Oh.

I don't remember doing this.

Oh, babe, babe, babe.
Whoa.

- Hey, I got you.
- Oh. Oh...

Mm...

I got you.

You okay? Breathe.

I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.

- Breathe.
- Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

So sorry to keep you waiting.

It's all good.

So how are we feeling?

I feel all right.

Huh.
Well, your blood pressure

is slightly elevated,
but nothing too concerning yet.

- Mm-hmm.
- I do want to nip it in the bud,

though, and prescribe something
to take it down a bit.

- Okay.
- Anything else

- bothering you?
- I've had

- more frequent headaches.
- Any loss of vision

- or blurriness happening?
- No.

No? Okay.
You taking any Advil, Tylenol?

- Does that help with it?
- Sometimes.

How about the pain?
Is that eased?

Yeah.

The baby bag--

It's probably the most-
important-yet-overlooked

detail of any birth.

Yeah. It's easy to get caught up
in the labor--

time contractions,
pain management--

but you do not want to be
putting together a bag

at the last minute.

Think of it
as an earthquake bug-out bag.

- I am impressed.
- S-Sorry?

I couldn't get my husband
to come back tonight.

Hated the shtick.

It takes a real man to show up.

Hey. Hi.

Oh, hi.
I'm Andrea. I'm real man's wife.

Aww. Kimmie.
God, are you even pregnant?

Excuse me?

I feel like such
a cow standing next to you.

I mean, look at you.

Oh. No. Thank you.
I'm-- I'm pregnant.

I can't remember

the last time
I saw my fucking ankles, right?

Yeah.
How far along are you?

31 weeks yesterday. You?

34, I think.

Mom is tanking, too.

She's hypotensive
and in tachycardia.

The baby's heart rate
isn't recovering.

We're having
another probe on decel.

She's going to have
a stroke. Stat, page Dr. Witten.

Get the crash cart.

We're going into
a 10-minute decel.

Still no recovery.

The baby is breech.

Turn the baby, Sean.

- The baby is breech.
- Turn the baby, Sean.

Sean,
where the hell have you been?

Oh, my God.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

I should be taking care of you.

I know I'm a fucking mess.

I feel like I'm...

...trapped somewhere far away
and I want to get back to you

and the baby, but I can't.

I don't know how to get out,

and then--
and they won't let me out.

I think I'm never gonna see you
again.

And I keep drawing
and drawing...

...just hoping it will lead me
back to you somehow.

I'm right here.

So how old were you
when your parents died?

- Sean?
- Hmm? I'm sorry.

I feel like
I've seen you before.

People say I have
a familiar face.

Uh-huh.

Your parents?

Uh...

My mom died in childbirth,

and my dad held on
for about seven years

until he took his own life.

Any siblings?

My best friend's family
raised me.

Christian is basically
my brother.

Any suicidal thoughts
of your own?

Nothing serious.

Can you elaborate?

There's nothing I would act on.
I get sad like everyone else.

Do you have a plan?

For...
No. No. No. No.

What
about thoughts of self-harm?

I get some...
harmful thoughts in the moment,

but, you know,
nothing I would ever act on.

Why is that?

Because I'm not a quitter.

Do you feel your father quit
on you?

Do you think
that's a fair assessment?

I don't think it's fair
that I grew up

without both of my parents.

I understand,
but we need to be careful

not to oversimplify
or dismiss things

because we're angry.

Can you describe
those harmful thoughts?

Everybody avoids

communal,
complimentary nut bowls

'cause of germs.
Makes no sense.

I say seek them out.

How else are you gonna build up
immunity if you avoid germs?

I say man up
and meet them head on.

I haven't been sick in years...

...except for that horrific bout
of the clap I had last year.

Hey.
I made a chlamydia joke.

You didn't laugh.

Huh.

You're not yourself
since you fell, man.

I'm worried.

I really want to buy a gun.

For the record,
I strenuously object.

I am only doing this
'cause I don't want you

dropping unnecessary coin
before the baby comes,

but you 100% do not need a gun.

And you're on your own
for the ammo...

although I know a guy
who can get it to you cheap.

This is not gonna make you

more of a man
or whatever you think.

I just want to protect
my family.

From what?

Even after the medication,

your blood pressure
is still elevated,

and now there's protein
in your urine.

- What does that mean?
- Combined with

the swelling and the headaches,
it means preeclampsia.

And what does that mean?

You may not be
carrying this child to term.

But it's too early to induce.

I want to treat it
with medication first.

It's mild right now,

but I want to monitor it
closely.

Not to term?

You're at 31.

We're gonna try
to get you to 37 weeks,

but it may need to be
even earlier.

How is this possible?

Well, complications
with pregnancy are not uncommon,

specifically preeclampsia.

But you said
that I needed to massage her

and reposition the baby,
keep her comfortable.

I did all that.
You said I could fix this.

Those are
all helpful, and I'm sorry

if you misunderstood
something that I said,

but there are certain issues

that only modern medicine
can treat.

What if you can't?
What if it gets worse?

Will she--
Is the baby gonna die?

- Is she gonna die?
- Sean, stop.

I've delivered
hundreds of babies

with dozens
of preeclampsia pregnancies,

and I have every bit
of confidence

- that Andrea and your child...
- I don't understand.

You said it was enough.

No! No!

Look, look,
I'm not gonna kill myself.

I just-- Can you prescribe
some medication

or something
to get my head on straight?

Let's just slow down here
for a second, okay?

Okay.

One, I'm not a psychiatrist.

I can't prescribe drugs.

Two, you are having
suicidal thoughts.

That's not something
we can just ignore.

And, three, your head is
neither right, nor wrong.

We don't judge it. We treat it.

I'm still in the early stages
of assessment, so either way,

it's not constructive
to say your head is not right.

I'm inclined to believe
that your head

might just be... different.

This is new for you?

There are a handful of cases...

...someone has a brain injury
and they develop a new,

usually artistic, talent.

Sudden savant syndrome,
it's called.

When you suffer a head injury,

the effects on the brain
are similar to LSD.

Serotonin leaks
into dying tissue

when the brain is injured.
This leads to new connections

between parts of the brain,
unlocking new potential.

Well, what happens
to these savants long-term?

They are perfectly capable
of leading normal lives

while fostering
their newfound talents.

Can I ask you something?

And I know you've heard it all
probably,

but, um, it's a little weird.

This is a safe space.

Have you ever...

worked with anyone
who's been abducted?

A few child abductees
over the years.

Uh, were you abducted?

No.

Babe?

What does bed rest mean, exactly?

You really should stay in bed
as much as possible

until you deliver.

37 weeks is still the target.

That is five weeks.
I need to work.

You would qualify
for extended disability leave.

I actually feel better.

That's the meds.

Preeclampsia is not
to be taken lightly.

You need to rest.

You need to keep
your blood pressure down, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Here you go.

Sean, is she okay?
Is the baby okay?

- They're both fine.
- Oh...

I appreciate it,
but you do not need to be here.

Oh, I'm only here to help.

I don't want this
to overwhelm you, Sean.

I understand that,
but I'm a grown man.

I can handle this.
Please go home.

- Just go home.
- But

Hey. Are you, uh...

- Christian's guy?
- Yeah.

- 'Sup?
- 'Sup?

So, uh, what can I do you for?

Uh, I need some bullets
for a handgun.

No kidding.
First time? Virgin?

- Yeah.
- Cool, cool.

- 9-millimeter, right?
- Yeah.

- Blam.
- Oh.

Uh, okay, so, like,
how much ammo do I need?

Mm...

- Family man?
- Yeah.

Dang, you can never have enough.
Take this right here.

It's our lead-performance
ammunition.

- Um, actually, here, take two.
- Okay.

Actually, take all--
Take all these right here.

You say you got kids.
So I got toys and shit.

You want to fuck
with some Legos?

If you need something
with a little more power,

I got some grenades.

I don't think I'll need that.

Word.

Hey, babe, they didn't have any,
uh, pad Thai,

so I got fried rice instead.

I hope that's okay.

Okay.

It's not loaded.
Don't freak out.

Why the fuck is there a gun
in your nightstand?

I just feel safer with a gun.

Safer with a gun?
No one is safer with a gun,

- and you, of all...
- Look. Just hear me out, okay?

You know how this ends.

I want it gone.
I want it gone now.

Come in.

Sit.

Uh...

You left the gate open
last night.

Didn't alarm it.

The alarm that we stretched to
buy that you said was important.

- I did?
- You did.

Oh, God, Pradeep, I'm sorry.

Have you seen the wall
outside the lunchroom?

Well, you can forget about
any job recommendation.

You're lucky you still have one.

If something else happens,
I'm gonna have to let you go.

Are you Sean?

I don't-- I don't remember.

Did you paint that?

Yes.

Why?

I want to help Sean get home.

Are you Sean?

I don't remember.

Where's home?

Here.

And where's Sean?

He needs to escape.

From where?

Get out of my head.

Get out of my head.

Get out of my head!

It's totally normal.

Don't worry. You have not given
birth to an alien baby.

This is caused when
the baby passes from the uterus

through the vagina,
and in most cases,

the shape corrects itself,
but if it doesn't,

your pediatrician will recommend
a helmet for your child

for the first few months.

Um, yeah.

And then you get the head.
The normal head, yeah.

But it's up to you
to pick the helmet, you know?

Do you want to give
your baby personality?

Do you want to make
your baby look boring?

Like, a boring helmet?
It's totally up to you.

I would pick a fun helmet.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- What'd I miss?
- I took notes.

- Hey, Sean.
- Hmm?

I...

I don't go through your stuff.

I was not going through
your stuff. I was--

Can you just talk to me?

Please.

It's just--
It was something in my head.

I had to get it out.
The doctors told me...

Was it a nightmare?

Does it matter?

I want to help, Sean.
I really do.

I just want--
I want to understand.

I don't want your help.

What doyou want?

I want you to stop looking at me
like that.

Looking at you like what?

Like I'm some broken thing
that needs to be fixed.

You're not broken.

Sean, you're not broken.

I'm scared.

You don't think I'm scared?

You don't know what's going on
inside my head.

You don't see this.

Yeah, you don't see me, Sean!

You don't see anything outside
of your own fucking head.

Look at me.

Hey, look at me.

See me.

Because I am fucking terrified.

I am so terrified
of giving birth...

...terrified this pregnancy
is gonna kill me

or it's gonna kill the baby,
and if I do survive, Sean,

I'm terrified I'm gonna
have to do this alone.

But I'm...

...I'm just putting on
a mask every day

and pretending I'm strong, and
I am-- I'm not fucking strong.

I don't want to be strong.
I-I'm just so exhausted.

All I want to do is...

All I want
to do is crumble to the floor

and just fall into your arms
and freak the fuck out,

and I can't do that.

I can't do that.

And it breaks my heart.

Sean.

Hi.

Are you sure
I can't get you some tea?

I'm surprised to see you.

I'm sorry to bother you.

You're never a bother.

- You need money?
- What is Aster?

Haven't heard that name
in a long time.

But what is it?

A street in the desert.

The house your father raised you
in was on Aster Road.

I don't remember that.

Why did my dad kill himself?

Is something wrong?

Oh.

No.

Oh, fuck.

This is them fucking around
in my head again.

Oh, fuck.

You're one of them.

Who's them?

Sean.

What are you doing?

It's okay, Robin.

None of this
is actually happening.

Hey.

What is this?

Oh, this is breakfast.

What are you doing?

Arms to fall into.

I'm fine.

It's okay if you're not.

What happened to your hand?

Oh, I caught it on a nail
in the garage.

Oh, yeah.
He just walked in.

Where the hell have you been?

We've been trying
to reach you all fucking day.

- I forgot my phone.
- Yeah. No shit.

What are you--
What are you two doing here?

We couldn't reach you
on your cell.

We called work.

A gun? Seriously?

You think that makes you
a fucking man?

Do you?

What makes you a fucking man

is putting your big-boy pants on

and pitching in
when you're most needed.

Show the fuck up, Sean.

Do some dishes.

Fold some fucking laundry.

It's not the 1950s anymore,
Sean.

Maybe you should have blown
your dick off. Fucking idiot.

So here's what's gonna happen.

I'm gonna stay here,

and you're gonna stay
with Christian.

While Andrea's dug down way deep
to forgive you,

if it was me, I don't know if
I could, and while you're there,

you can tell him
to fuck right off

for giving you the fucking gun!

I already did,
but sometimes shit

doesn't register with you two,

and it needs to be said, like,
multiple times,

like little fucking children.

Little fucking idiot children.

You two dumb shits
deserve each other.

Where-- Where's Andrea?

She's resting.

She fainted, fell.

She doesn't want to see you,
Sean.

- Andrea?
- Motherfucker.

Andrea?

I need you to go, baby.

What?

Self-portrait?

Like, I know you're not okay,
but are you gonna be okay?

You know, I got a buddy.
Do you remember Dave?

He works construction.

He's always looking add guys
to jobs.

I could put you in touch.

You need a job, Sean.
You can't just sit

in my basement and draw
for the rest of your life.

The drawings will lead you back.

- What does that mean?
- They'll help you

get back to where you were
before your injury.

What? W-What does it mean?

I don't know. I don't know
that anyone can answer that.

I need to know what it means,
what any of this means.

Please, please.

I saw you again.

- I'm sorry?
- Yeah.

Another nightmare, hallucination.

I don't know
the fucking difference anymore,

but I saw you.

Sudden savant syndrome is rare.

There's still so much
we don't understand.

Well, I'm paying you
good money to understand.

It's money that I don't
even fucking have right now.

Okay. I understand you're upset,
Sean. I--

Doyou? Do you have any idea
what I'm feeling right now,

what it's like to be
inside my fucking head?

- Sean, stay calm.
- No. My childhood dog,

who's been dead for 20 years,

randomly wandered
into my apartment the other day.

Can you explain this? Hmm? No?

I lost my job, almost blew
my fucking brains out.

My wife,
who's eight months pregnant,

kicked me out of the house
because she can't stand

to be around me anymore.

I keep seeing myself, or--

But it's not myself,
or maybe-- maybe it is.

And I'm talking to you,
always talking to you...

or maybe not you.

Maybe-- Maybe it is you.

Maybe this is delusion.

Maybe this isn't
really happening,

but this other me keeps
trying to get me to escape

from some place that's not here,

but maybe none of this
even matters

'cause it's all
some nightmare simulation

that I can't wake up from.

But I need you to fix this.

I need you to get my head on
straight.

Do you understand me?

Please.

We're having
another probe on decel.

Mom is tanking, too.

She's hypotensive
and in tachycardia.

The baby's heart rate
isn't recovering.

We're going into
a 10-minute decel.

Still no recovery.

Baby is tanking.
Mom's BP is 200/16.

She's going to have a stroke.
Stat, page Dr. Witten.

Get the crash cart.

She's gone.

They both are.

Hi.
This is Andrea Bruner.

- Fuck.
- Sorry I can't come

to the phone right now.

- Leave me a message.
- Shit.

No!

My baby!

No!

- The baby is breech.
- Please, please.

Just turn the baby!

Turn the baby, Sean.

He can't. Look at him.

He's frozen. He's weak.

- Oh, please!
- The baby is breech.

- Turn the baby, Sean.
- He can't.

- Turn the baby, Sean.
- The baby is breech.

He's frozen. He's weak.

Turn the baby, Sean.

- The baby is breech.
- Turn the baby, Sean.

He can't.
The baby is breech.

He's frozen. He's weak.

- Turn the baby, Sean.
- The baby is breech.

- Turn the baby, Sean.
- He can't.

- Turn the baby, Sean.
- The baby is breech.

He's frozen. He's weak.

Dad: Can I help you?

Uh...

What is this?

This is my home.

Have a seat. You're welcome
to anything in the cooler.

Makes you feel small,
doesn't it?

You know, it gets lonely
out here sometimes.

I like having visitors.

I'm glad you came by.

You live here alone?

No.

It's, um, me and my son.

He's at his friend's
for the weekend.

You know, it's funny.
He's only...

...been gone a day,
and already I miss him.

You got kids?

Got one on the way.

Oh, you'll be great.

It's hard, but, um...

...you're gonna be a great dad.

You don't know me.

You know,
there's some people you meet,

and you just...

...you know right away.

I look at you, and I know...

...there is strength.

I-I don't have that.

Your son loves you.

You don't know me.

Yes, I do.

Do you mind doing me a solid

and grabbing a few more beers
out of the fridge?

Sure.

Thank you.

♪ No, you're not to blame ♪

♪ For the fuss in your head ♪

♪ I am not ashamed ♪

♪ Of the things that I said ♪

Oh!

Come on. Come on.

Let's get up. Come on.
Get up.

♪ You put me through ♪

All right. All right.

♪ Low rhythm ♪

♪ You still got me high ♪

♪ And no matter how long ♪

You're good. Breathe.
Breathe, breathe.

Drink this.
Drink, drink, drink, drink.

Oh, slow, slow,
slow, slow, slow.

Drink that slow.

Re-entry's no joke.

They've been digging around
your brain all night, man.

Really did a number
on you, huh?

Who are you?

It's all right.
Don't worry about it.

Let's get you out of here.

You're all right.

You're one tough son of a bitch
to make it back so fast.