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Has anyone heard the baby cry?

Not a soul, and Her Majesty has forbidden anyone to enter.

Then who delivered the infant?

Her Majesty did.

Your Grace. Her Majesty, the Queen, is not presently accepting visitors.

I am not a visitor. I am her sister.

Your Highness?

It is Elizabeth.

Congratulations, Sister.

Your firstborn.

And an heir to the throne at last.

May I see the child?

Mary.

- Stay back... - Please.

- ...I beg of you. - Is it a boy, Sister?

It is a monster.

♪ Hush-a-bye baby Baby not mine ♪

♪ My woeful wail ♪

Who else is in here, Sister?

♪ Do you pity never? ♪

♪ Hush-a-bye baby Baby not mine ♪

♪ A year ago I was snatched forever ♪

It is time, Mary.

♪ Hush-a-bye baby Baby not mine ♪

Is this how you speak to your queen?

♪ A year ago... ♪

She is not our queen.

♪ ...I was snatched forever ♪

Who--

Who are you?

You do not need to know...

yet.

Your time will come.

Oh, a happy baby.

He is very happy.

He has waited over 6,000 years to be born.

Please.

Please do not take him.

You made us a promise.

A promise you cannot break.

The most fruitful reign in England'’s history in exchange...

For him....for him.

Sister, you promised your child?

You will too.

I will never promise my child to anyone for anything.

Then you shall be barren.

♪ Hush-a-bye baby Baby not mine ♪

♪ My woeful wail ♪

Sister, the baby.

Leave.

Leave. Leave!

Leave me! Leave!

Leave! Leave me. Leave me. Leave! Leave!

♪ Hush-a-bye baby ♪

♪ Baby not mine ♪

Anna. Anna. Anna.

What are you doing out here?

Why did you lie to me?

What?

- You thought you wouldn'’t get caught? - Get caught doing what?

- Sweetheart, you'’re scaring me. - I saw you and her.

Who?

Sonia, the artist.

I saw you guys together in town.

I told you

we'’re doing a pop-up of her show at that gallery here.

Hey. Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey. It'’s okay.

It'’s okay.

Kamal and I saw her in town.

Who?

- Ms. Preecher. - Ms. Preecher?

I think she'’s the one who'’s been hacking into my calendar app.

- So I changed the passw-- - Hey. Hey, Anna. Don'’t talk to her.

What if she knows something?

Cora said she'’s a psycho freak

who'’s always at the office spewing conspiracy theories.

Remember?

You weren'’t there when Cora told me that.

She told us both that

when we were checking out after our ultrasound.

Honey, it'’s okay.

You had just heard the baby'’s heartbeat.

It was a lot.

I wanna go back to Dr. Hill tomorrow just to make sure.

Dex, I felt something.

Of course.

We can go after your meeting with Siobhan.

I'’ll come with you.

Bedtime?

I just need a minute.

Miss Alcott.

Are you bleeding again?

Nicolette.

What are you doing here so late?

I'’m usually here all day.

Sorry, what are you holding?

It'’s, um-- a-- a dead animal.

But I'’m not sure if it'’s-- if it'’s dead, so...

Oh, my God.

I'’m an animal lover, so seeing if I can...

nurse it back to life.

It doesn'’t appear to be moving.

Go home to your own baby, Nicolette.

Hey, pretty.

Come here.

Did-- Did you hear that noise downstairs earlier?

Dex, I'’m not making it up.

I'’m sorry. I don'’t mean to be an asshole.

I just...

I just want a normal night with my wife.

I want that too.

Looking good.

Dex?

Yeah, babe?

Ready.

Oh, my God. Anna. Hi.

How are you feeling? Golden Globe noms are so soon. Ooh.

- Hey, Derek. - Good luck with the Ashleys.

Anna.

Meet the Ashleys.

- Hi, I'’m Ashley. - I'’m Ashleigh.

She'’s E-I-G-H. I spell it the normal way.

Fuck you, Ashley.

Ashley and Ashleigh are the top crisis PR experts in the country.

Crisis PR? I mean, are you-- are you sure I need that?

Is that a serious question?

Babe, your Q rating is in the toilet.

Like, lower than the toilet.

It'’s in the sewer system.

Like, it wishes it were lingering in an outhouse.

The Golden Globe nominations are right around the corner,

and we need to rehab your image ASAP.

I know that.

But I thought that'’s why you got me the cover of Vogue.

Honey, one Vogue cover isn'’t gonna cut it.

These ladies have repped Demi Lovato, Louis C.K., Will and Jada,

Alec and Hilaria, Paula Deen, Vanessa Lachey and Meryl Streep.

What did Meryl do?

Exactly.

So what? I go on The View

and peddle some story about--

No, I'’m sorry. I'’m sorry. I'’m sorry.

- I'’m so sorry. I don'’t mean that to be rude. - The View. Why?

The View died 20 years before Barbara Walters. Let'’s be honest.

- You'’re going to make a reel. - A reel.

A what?

Oh, no, no.

Siobhan, I-I told you

I'’m-I'’m getting off Instagram for my mental health.

Well, what'’s worse for your mental health?

A harmless app or the death of your dream?

We are going to renew and revitalize your image

by creating your own personal viral feminist anthem.

Okay, sorry. That just sounds, you know, a little cringe.

Oh, really? Cringe?

Anna, these ladies can turn a shit sandwich into a Fabergé egg.

We are going to break the Internet

with your reel in which you take back your image, your narrative,

your body.[both] Your body.

Can I think about it?

- Sure. - You can think about anything you want.

You could think about hanging yourself. That could do wonders for your image.

If you wanna be known as Anna Victoria "Vomcott" for the rest of your life,

no one'’s stopping you.

But if you wanna be known as a once-in-a-lifetime artist, an innovator,

a cultural weather vane, and the definition of a moment...

You know where to find us.

Home sweet-- sort of-- home.

Uh, Kamal, we have a guest room for you down here.

Well, it'’s an office that will be turned into a nursery, but--

I can sleep anywhere. I'’m easy.

What is that?

The security system my company installed.

After the intrusion.

Is it a camera?

A sensor.

Anna, darling. You terrified me.

Virginia, this is my house.

Well, I was hoping you'’d be just a bit happier to see me.

Oh, can you pass me that towel, dear?

Mom.

Oh, Dex.

Wow. Hi.[Virginia] Aw.

Why didn'’t you tell us you were coming? And who let you in?

Doorman, darling.

I wanted to welcome you two back home.

But we'’re-- we'’re just here for the night.

What an awful time you'’ve had of it.

I wanna do all I can to help. What are mothers-in-law for?

Uh, thank you. That'’s sweet.

I need a moment alone with my son.

She seems very uptight, even for her.

- Mom. - I'’m sorry, darling.

I just want you to be happy.

I am.

No one knows better than I do

how hard it is to be the balanced one in a marriage.

I don'’t see my marriage that way.

Well, good. Glad to hear it.

Maybe you two won'’t turn out like your father and I did after all.

You don'’t know what Anna'’s been through.

I'’m sure it'’s terribly difficult being a young, beautiful actress.

That'’s not all she is, Mom.

Don'’t you think it'’s sort of amazing

that someone whose job it is to convey others'’ emotions

is so masterful at hiding her own?

You need to be gentler with her.

Oh!

She'’s not going to break.

She just had a miscarriage, Mom.

God. I'’m so sorry, darling.

Thank you.

This probably isn'’t the best time to tell you that...

...I need your help.

With what?

I'’m suing your father.

I need you to testify on my behalf.

Okay.

Now, are you, uh, feeling any nausea?

Yeah. But like I said, I f-- I felt something.

The feeling of movement.

Okay.

Uh-huh. Right.

Any, uh, breast tenderness?

- Yeah, a little bit. - Uh-huh.

Um, but it was mostly the-- the-the movement thing.

Uh, well, like we said, that'’s, um-- you know, that'’s not possible.

Oh.

My God.

Uh, I, uh--

I almost never say this, but I think I was wrong.

Your baby is very much alive.

That is its heartbeat.

What? Dex.

Dex, I told you.

Our baby'’s okay.

We'’re gonna have a family.

But how did this-- how did this happen?

What about the bleeding? The--

And the missing heartbeat?

Oh, well, uh, it'’s-- it'’s unusual,

but I-I think what you'’ve been experiencing

is something that we call, uh, vanishing twin syndrome.

Sorry.

- Vanishing twins? - Yeah.

When a woman is pregnant with multiples, and one of the embryos isn'’t viable,

that embryo is expelled while the--

So now you'’re saying I was pregnant with twins?

- Yeah, it'’s possible. - Why didn'’t you see that earlier?

It can be very difficult to determine

if a woman is pregnant with multiples before 12 weeks or so.

But hey, this is good news.

Yeah. [chuckles]

I'’ll have a copy of your sonogram printed out for you,

and, uh, Cora will set up your next appointment.

Thank you.[Dr. Hill] Yeah.

Congratulations to you both.

Miss Alcott?

That woman. Dex, did you see her?

- Who, babe? - That woman!

Ms. Preecher?

No. Nurse Ivy.

I didn'’t see anything.

You sure it'’s the same woman, babe?

Let'’s just get some dinner.

We have something to celebrate.

All right?

Incredibly, you come even faster the more often we fuck.

Well, that'’s your fault. You'’re amazing.

I know.

You remember our agreement, right?

Never tell Anna about this.

- Good boy. - But why, darling?

I love you.

- Ew. No, you don'’t. - I do.

That'’s pathetic.

I mean, I'’m using you, and you'’re using me.

There'’s nothing wrong with a little transactional sex.

Or transactional anything and everything for that matter.

Same time Thursday?

You leaving so soon?

Some of us actually have real jobs.

Oh, by the way,

I saw that interview you did with GQ Online.

And when they asked you how you came up with the plot of The Auteur,

and you said something like, "It just came to me,"

you sound even fucking stupider than you already are.

But I--

Yeah, we know what happened, Hamish.

But no one else can. Got it?

Otherwise, I break your dick off.

Got it.

It'’s my body.

I'’ll vomit if I need to.

It'’s a way to expel poisons,

toxins that can kill and infect.

It'’s my body. I'’ll bleed if I need to.

It'’s called menstruation. Deal with it.

If men could do it, it would be considered a sacrament.

Today, I say no more shame. No more guilt.

It'’s my body.

And to be clear, defecation and gas are acts of nature.

Hold nothing in. Release centuries of repression.

I know I finally am.

It'’s my body.

I'’ll make myself orgasm if I have to.

Men do it on average five times a week.

Women, five times a year.

It'’s my body.

I'’ll get an abortion if I need to.

Anna, over here.

Over here.

It'’s my body.

I'’m an everyday woman who vomits,

menstruates, orgasms and defecates.

So, I'’ll say it again.

It'’s my body.

I appreciate it.

I tend to it the way a gardener

lovingly tends to her dahlia.

It'’s my body, and we only get one.

Now'’s the time for our generation to get it right.

No more shame over sickness, sexual acts, natural acts and rites of passage.

Am I right, ladies?

Right!

Oh, and about that recent viral moment

where I got sick onstage accepting an award?

You made me feel bad, social media.

You made me cry.

Turned a lifetime-sought triumph into a dark night of the soul.

But you know what?

No more tears because here'’s the truth.

I didn'’t get sick because I drank too much or ate too many carbs on Ozempic.

And if you'’re on Ozempic, guess what? It'’s your body.

I got sick because I'’m pregnant.

It'’s my body, and I'’ll get pregnant when I want to, which is now.

It'’s National Women'’s Reproductive Health and Sexual Awareness Month,

and I am celebrating all we can do and all we can be.

It'’s my body!

I told you, Ashley.

I told you, Ashleigh.

The views are climbing.

Taylor Swift just reposted.

Oh, we are fucking geniuses.

Mmm. Always. Forever.

How is Anna feeling? Still irritable?

Mom.

She'’s pregnant.

I don'’t understand why every woman feels the need to get pregnant.

There are other things in life, you know.

Did you not wanna get pregnant with me?

We didn'’t have a choice in my day.

Abortions were butchery until I was already married.

The idea of a married woman getting an abortion was unheard of,

unless you were poor.

Well...

...Anna really wants to be a mother.

Her mom died when she was only three weeks old.

She never got a chance to have that special bond. So--

So now she wants to manufacture it for herself before it'’s too late.

I wanna have a family too.

It'’s always about the next accessory.

Why a woman would choose a baby

over a collection of fine German vibrators is beyond me.

Let'’s just get into it.

You don'’t want an espresso first?

Well, all right then.

Your father is, as we know, a complicated man.

Of course, there was a time in my life when I loved him.

But over the course of the work I'’ve done with Eugenia--

Eugenia is a quack.

She'’s a brilliant psychotherapist

who happens to be one of the foremost experts

in recovered memories of satanic ritual abuse.

That'’s why she'’s a quack, Mom.

We'’ve been doing some very deep work over the last year.

I haven'’t bothered you with it because I wanted to respect your boundaries,

but the time has come when I must reclaim my power.

Dad did not satanically abuse you.

I know it can'’t be easy to hear, but your father spent years drugging me

and forcing untold hideous acts upon me,

the likes of which I will likely never know.

What makes you think this?

- I don'’t think it. Darling, I lived it. - And you just what?

Repressed this knowledge until you were bored enough to want it to resurface?

I'’ve always had membranous memories.

I assumed they were just nightmares.

Eugenia helped me to trust myself.

Jesus fuck.

Jesus has nothing to do with this, sweetheart.

Satan does.

Thank you.

I gotta take this.

Hey, Sone.

Congratulations, Mama.

These came for you.

Thank you.[sighs] Of course.

I loved your reel. So inspiring.

I kinda had a feeling. I can'’t explain it.

You know, I told myself, "Nicolette, you are going crazy."

But I just knew you were pregnant.

Are you hungry?

I-I seasoned some Japanese Kobe cuts for you guys if you--

No, I'’m-- I'’m okay. I'’m actually gonna lie down.

Of course. I'’m so sorry. I just get so excited when women are expecting.

You know, it feels like, um...

I know this is gonna sound corny, but--

I don'’t know. It feels like a sisterhood.

Well, I'’ll get out of your hair. And congratulations once again, Miss Alcott.

Thank you.

Of course.

Best Performance in a Motion Picture - Drama.

Sarah Wilson, The Ice Heart.

Tina Sanders, Watch Where You Stand.

Donna Nelson, Silent Echoes.

Babette Eno, Daddy, Do You Love Me.

Anna Victoria Alcott, The Auteur.