Original subtitles

[screaming]

Yes, push, push. That's a good push.

[soft eerie music]

- We're almost there.

- One more, one more, one more.

You can do it. - I'm tired.

- You can do it. - I can't.

- I'm right here. - [inhales sharply]

Come on, doris. One more when you're ready.

- [gasping] - deep breath.

- [groans loudly]

Yes, yes, yes.

Yes. [baby cries]

It's a boy.

[baby crying]

[eerie music]

[monitor beeping]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Daddy, would you like to?

[baby crying]

[monitor beeping]

Yeah, yeah.

Let's see if I remember how to do this.

Kay, ah... oh.

- It's okay, that's supposed to happen.

[baby crying]

- Is he okay? - Yup.

- He's okay?

- He's beautiful. - He's okay.

He's perfect,

He's okay.

♪ ♪

Are we okay?

♪ ♪

We're more than okay.

From now on, we're gonna be great.

♪ ♪

I'm just gonna close my eyes.

Just for a second.

- Okay.

[music darkens]

♪ ♪

[breathes heavily]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[moans]

♪ ♪

[moans]

[groans]

[sighs]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[chilling music]

♪ ♪

[chilling music]

♪ ♪

[flies buzzing]

♪ ♪

[music intensifies]

♪ ♪

[groans]

[softly] Hi.

[soft eerie music]

[muffled] How do you feel?

Dead.

♪ ♪

Not quite.

♪ ♪

[muffled sound]

♪ ♪

[muffled sound]

[baby coos[

I don't understand what you're doing here.

Ursula was in town

to walk me through some offers that came in

and she... Stuck around to help.

[tense music]

- I want to hold him. - Careful.

Yes, please. Thank you.

This is the longest I've held something

that wasn't a cocktail or a grudge.

[baby fussing] - Careful.

- There you go.

[baby cries softly]

Hi.

[heart beating]

Guess we better think of a name, hmm?

- Wait, wh...

[eerie music]

What am I doing here?

No, we're not... We're not supposed to be here.

♪ ♪

We're not supposed to be here.

I'm supposed to... Be in Hyannis.

You're supposed to be in New York.

[clears throat]

- We agreed that... - Hey, Alma.

Why don't you come downstairs with Auntie Ursula,

help me make a stiff drink, okay?

Come on.

Listen, honey, the doctors were worried

you could develop postpartum hemorrhaging.

You need to be some place where there's people around

and you can be watched 24 hours.

- No, but we...

This place. We decided that...

- Listen, in two or three weeks,

you'll be out of the woods and we can talk about

what to do next.

But right now, there's no arguing.

This is what's best for you and the baby.

♪ ♪

[baby coos]

Hey.

You're safe here.

We all are.

I promise.

[seagulls calling]

[coughing]

[engine revs]

[coughing]

Mickey?

- In the flesh.

Whose flesh, mickey?

Need a lift?

There we go. All right.

[chuckles]

Hey, give me the bag. Give me the bag.

Come on, I'm a gentleman. Come on.

You look really ridiculous, Mickey.

There we go.

[coughs]

So, uh, where you headed?

Race point. - Race point?

You're not gonna, like, walk into the surf

or something stupid like that, are you?

- Actually, I'm gonna paint it.

[engine revs]

[tires squeal]

So what do you think?

It's the closest thing there is to the mach 5.

- [coughs] mach 5?

- Speed racer's car.

This, the Ford GTL,

it's the closest real-world equivalent to it.

I had the studio lease it for me.

Research purposes.

- So you got the movie.

- The movie? [scoffs]

The movie's just chips and salsa, baby.

The studio's planning a whole

"speed racer" expanded universe.

Movies, tv shows, video games,

a theme park.

And guess who they want behind the wheel.

[chuckles]

- Wow. - Mm-hmm.

Man, a minute ago, all I had was a habit

and a bad case of crabs.

[laughs]

Now I have my own universe.

Congrats.

You know, um,

we're gonna need a lot of really good artists

to design all this stuff. - [laughs]

- Mm-hmm.

You could be one of 'em.

Like, look, the writers' room's out in LA,

and I've been thinking this through.

All right, check this out. Here's the plan.

You and me, place in the Palisades,

parties, premiers, power couple.

All them Hollywood p words.

I mean, shit, we could be running that town by Christmas.

[somber music]

I mean, come on, what's not great about that?

The price of admission, that's what.

- You can make anything sound shitty

when you concentrate on the negative, Karen.

Pull over.

Pull over. I want to get out!

- Come on. - I want to get out.

Pull over.

[coughs]

[engine revs]

[coughs]

[ominous music]

Good luck in your universe.

Motherfucker!

♪ ♪

[baby crying]

Shh, it's okay.

It's okay, little one.

I'm here.

It's okay, baby.

It's...

It's okay.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[baby cries]

♪ ♪

[baby cries]

[chilling music] Oh, my god!

Oh!

[thuds]

♪ ♪

[violin music playing]

♪ ♪

Alma!

Alma! - What?

- What the fuck is the matter with you?

♪ ♪

that's your brother.

♪ ♪

Hey!

I'm talking to you.

I didn't hurt him, daddy.

You were feeding off him.

- It was just a sip.

It's true about baby's blood.

It's almost as good as the pill.

This is Locatelli: Caprice in D Major,

one of the hardest pieces in the world.

A guy in Russia actually killed himself

because he couldn't play it.

- You don't feed off your brother.

You don't touch him. Do you understand me?

[violin clatters]

I understand!

I am trying to keep this family together

under very difficult circumstances.

Your mother saw you last night.

I still don't understand why you keep her around.

We don't need her, especially now.

- Stop saying that.

We're trying to be great at something, daddy.

People like her just wanna get through the day.

Have breakfast, go shopping, check facebook.

We want to live deep.

[soft eerie music]

It doesn't matter.

If you ever even think about

doing something like that again,

you will never see another pill.

♪ ♪

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

Oh, there she is.

♪ ♪

- Where's the baby? - Right there.

Looked like you were having some wild dreams.

Dreams?

- Oh, yeah, something about

Alma eating the baby. [laughs]

Here's some miso soup.

Careful.

- I was dreaming about Alma?

No, I saw Alma. I saw Alma.

I saw...

I saw Alma. That was real.

That wasn't...

That was real. I know the difference

between what is real and a dream!

- Well, maybe,

but anesthesia has a really long tail,

and that shit stays in your system for weeks.

My point is things are gonna feel

just a little off for a while,

but don't get worked up.

You know?

Soon as you get back to civilization,

get yourself a good colonic, and it'll just

clear everything right up.

When will that be, Ursula?

[whispers] It's not safe here.

- Sure, it is.

As soon as Harry finishes writing his new script.

New script?

What about the script that he was finishing

when I went into the hospital?

Oh, sweetheart... [laughs]

Uh, I don't think you understand

what I've been able to pull off these last few weeks

regarding your husband's career.

Harry is currently in an orbit all his own.

He's got a greenlit movie at Warners,

he's got two series ready to go at Netflix,

and this big rewrite he's working on

for the next "Avatar."

- Mm-mm.

No, it doesn't make sense.

I don't understand. Harry is not...

Harry isn't that kind of writer.

- Whoa, be careful.

You're gonna start sounding like an unsupportive wife.

- Mm.

No, that's not what I mean.

I just...

Harry has never been that prolific.

Maybe there's something in the water out here...

Which you should probably drink a little more of,

considering that redecorating you're doing downstairs.

[eerie music] [chuckles]

It doesn't even really matter,

'cause now you can just live off Harry

and lunch with all the other ladies at the polo lounge,

'cause men love that.

♪ ♪

I'll grab that.

- What? No, I'm not finished.

- Oh, well, you should be.

[baby cries] Girl to girl,

you should really think about dropping that baby weight

quick as you can.

I will leave you alone to feed that little muffin.

[baby cries]

Oh, and when it comes to Harry, if I were you,

I would be on my best behavior for a while.

♪ ♪

[locatelli's caprice in d major playing]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[baby fussing]

[chilling music]

♪ ♪

- Mommy? - [gasps]

you surprised me.

- Daddy wanted me to bring you your pills.

- [sniffles] - Are you okay, mommy?

I had a dream about you.

Was it a good dream or a bad dream?

It was a bad dream.

Maybe the pills will make the bad dream go away.

[eerie tone]

Harry?

- He's working right now, mommy.

He told me he wants you to take the pills.

[ominous music]

Harry?

♪ ♪

Harry? Harry?

Harry!

What is this?

♪ ♪

What is this?

I have no idea. Where did that come from?

- From her.

She gave it to me with all these other pills.

She wants to poison me!

She wants to kill me and...

Drink the baby's blood, Harry.

- I've seen this before. It's postpartum.

The hormones make new moms go crazy.

Sometimes they even hurt the baby.

She needs to be sedated again.

- No! No, I am not crazy!

I'm not crazy! I know what I saw.

I know what I saw.

Harry, look. Look at his leg.

There are... there are bite marks on the...

Look, look. Look at the bite marks.

There are bite marks. There are bite...

- That's just from the little baby lojack

that they put on the infants in the hospital.

This lazy nurse totally scraped him

when she took it off.

I... [laughs] I gave her hell,

but I think it's gonna be fine.

Stop lying to me!

- Yes, daddy. Stop lying to her.

I want her to take the pill so she can be one of us.

[soft eerie music]

One of us?

What is she talking about, Harry?

She's just being cheeky.

- I'm not.

♪ ♪

If you take the pill,

you become great at whatever you're good at.

♪ ♪

That's why daddy's writing all those scripts.

That's why I'm able to play the Paganini.

♪ ♪

Is that true?

Is that true?

♪ ♪

- [scoffs]

- [cries] Harry. - Take it, mommy.

And we can be together forever.

You won't mind drinking the blood.

It's not that bad.

It feels so good to be great at something.

- It's a miracle, Doris.

Every one of your designer dreams can come true.

You'll be the best in the world.

Stop it. Stop it!

This is not for her.

You don't think she's good enough, daddy?

♪ ♪

- Well, maybe if she doesn't have the talent,

she shouldn't take the risk.

Do you think you're good enough, mommy?

♪ ♪

[music quickens]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

[gasps] [baby cries]

♪ ♪

Doris!

[baby crying]

[panting]

[screeches]

[wails]

[groans]

[growls]

[baby crying] [growling]

[whimpers]

Doris. Honey.

[crying]

Come home with me.

They can't hurt you as long as you're with me.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's just me.

[somber music]

I'll explain everything.

♪ ♪

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

♪ ♪

Let's go home.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[seagulls calling]

You're not answering your burner phone.

[eerie music]

You know how irritating that is?

- I'm sorry.

I must have turned it off.

No worries.

♪ ♪

You're lucky I ran into speed racer,

or I'd really be in a mood.

You've been out here painting a lot.

- I guess so.

With nothing to show for it.

- You don't like them? - About as much as I like

the insect smudge on my windshield.

Actually, I like the smudge more.

At least something died to put it there.

On the subject of small dead things...

I need you to run an errand for me.

[breathes heavily]

What?!

Oh, maybe you haven't heard, but the gardeners

just brought home a little bundle of joy

from the hospital.

I want it.

- Belle.

Please, I...

I can't.

[hissing]

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, they've been here the whole time.

And not because they love art.

They won't touch you unless I get in a mood.

I won't do it.

I'm not gonna help you kill another baby.

Lordy, you mean I came

all the way out here for nothing?

- Sorry.

Now I am in a mood.

[gasps]

You can feed on anyone.

On anybody.

You don't need a baby.

Listen to me, Monet.

Newborn blood is the elixir of the gods.

It's pure.

Untouched by a life of booze and drugs.

[hisses]

The chemical swill people call food.

Newborn makes veal taste like horseshit.

And the longer we stand here,

the less newborn it gets.

So if you do nothing,

just think about trying to paint something

with both of your eyes missing.

[tense music]

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

Please.

[hisses]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

[screaming]

Yes, push, push. That's a good push.

[soft eerie music]

- We're almost there.

- One more, one more, one more.

You can do it. - I'm tired.

- You can do it. - I can't.

- I'm right here. - [inhales sharply]

Come on, doris. One more when you're ready.

- [gasping] - deep breath.

- [groans loudly]

Yes, yes, yes.

Yes. [baby cries]

It's a boy.

[baby crying]

[eerie music]

[monitor beeping]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Daddy, would you like to?

[baby crying]

[monitor beeping]

Yeah, yeah.

Let's see if I remember how to do this.

Kay, ah... oh.

- It's okay, that's supposed to happen.

[baby crying]

- Is he okay? - Yup.

- He's okay?

- He's beautiful. - He's okay.

He's perfect,

He's okay.

♪ ♪

Are we okay?

♪ ♪

We're more than okay.

From now on, we're gonna be great.

♪ ♪

I'm just gonna close my eyes.

Just for a second.

- Okay.

[music darkens]

♪ ♪

[breathes heavily]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[moans]

♪ ♪

[moans]

[groans]

[sighs]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[chilling music]

♪ ♪

[chilling music]

♪ ♪

[flies buzzing]

♪ ♪

[music intensifies]

♪ ♪

[groans]

[softly] Hi.

[soft eerie music]

[muffled] How do you feel?

Dead.

♪ ♪

Not quite.

♪ ♪

[muffled sound]

♪ ♪

[muffled sound]

[baby coos[

I don't understand what you're doing here.

Ursula was in town

to walk me through some offers that came in

and she... Stuck around to help.

[tense music]

- I want to hold him. - Careful.

Yes, please. Thank you.

This is the longest I've held something

that wasn't a cocktail or a grudge.

[baby fussing] - Careful.

- There you go.

[baby cries softly]

Hi.

[heart beating]

Guess we better think of a name, hmm?

- Wait, wh...

[eerie music]

What am I doing here?

No, we're not... We're not supposed to be here.

♪ ♪

We're not supposed to be here.

I'm supposed to... Be in Hyannis.

You're supposed to be in New York.

[clears throat]

- We agreed that... - Hey, Alma.

Why don't you come downstairs with Auntie Ursula,

help me make a stiff drink, okay?

Come on.

Listen, honey, the doctors were worried

you could develop postpartum hemorrhaging.

You need to be some place where there's people around

and you can be watched 24 hours.

- No, but we...

This place. We decided that...

- Listen, in two or three weeks,

you'll be out of the woods and we can talk about

what to do next.

But right now, there's no arguing.

This is what's best for you and the baby.

♪ ♪

[baby coos]

Hey.

You're safe here.

We all are.

I promise.

[seagulls calling]

[coughing]

[engine revs]

[coughing]

Mickey?

- In the flesh.

Whose flesh, mickey?

Need a lift?

There we go. All right.

[chuckles]

Hey, give me the bag. Give me the bag.

Come on, I'm a gentleman. Come on.

You look really ridiculous, Mickey.

There we go.

[coughs]

So, uh, where you headed?

Race point. - Race point?

You're not gonna, like, walk into the surf

or something stupid like that, are you?

- Actually, I'm gonna paint it.

[engine revs]

[tires squeal]

So what do you think?

It's the closest thing there is to the mach 5.

- [coughs] mach 5?

- Speed racer's car.

This, the Ford GTL,

it's the closest real-world equivalent to it.

I had the studio lease it for me.

Research purposes.

- So you got the movie.

- The movie? [scoffs]

The movie's just chips and salsa, baby.

The studio's planning a whole

"speed racer" expanded universe.

Movies, tv shows, video games,

a theme park.

And guess who they want behind the wheel.

[chuckles]

- Wow. - Mm-hmm.

Man, a minute ago, all I had was a habit

and a bad case of crabs.

[laughs]

Now I have my own universe.

Congrats.

You know, um,

we're gonna need a lot of really good artists

to design all this stuff. - [laughs]

- Mm-hmm.

You could be one of 'em.

Like, look, the writers' room's out in LA,

and I've been thinking this through.

All right, check this out. Here's the plan.

You and me, place in the Palisades,

parties, premiers, power couple.

All them Hollywood p words.

I mean, shit, we could be running that town by Christmas.

[somber music]

I mean, come on, what's not great about that?

The price of admission, that's what.

- You can make anything sound shitty

when you concentrate on the negative, Karen.

Pull over.

Pull over. I want to get out!

- Come on. - I want to get out.

Pull over.

[coughs]

[engine revs]

[coughs]

[ominous music]

Good luck in your universe.

Motherfucker!

♪ ♪

[baby crying]

Shh, it's okay.

It's okay, little one.

I'm here.

It's okay, baby.

It's...

It's okay.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[baby cries]

♪ ♪

[baby cries]

[chilling music] Oh, my god!

Oh!

[thuds]

♪ ♪

[violin music playing]

♪ ♪

Alma!

Alma! - What?

- What the fuck is the matter with you?

♪ ♪

that's your brother.

♪ ♪

Hey!

I'm talking to you.

I didn't hurt him, daddy.

You were feeding off him.

- It was just a sip.

It's true about baby's blood.

It's almost as good as the pill.

This is Locatelli: Caprice in D Major,

one of the hardest pieces in the world.

A guy in Russia actually killed himself

because he couldn't play it.

- You don't feed off your brother.

You don't touch him. Do you understand me?

[violin clatters]

I understand!

I am trying to keep this family together

under very difficult circumstances.

Your mother saw you last night.

I still don't understand why you keep her around.

We don't need her, especially now.

- Stop saying that.

We're trying to be great at something, daddy.

People like her just wanna get through the day.

Have breakfast, go shopping, check facebook.

We want to live deep.

[soft eerie music]

It doesn't matter.

If you ever even think about

doing something like that again,

you will never see another pill.

♪ ♪

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

Oh, there she is.

♪ ♪

- Where's the baby? - Right there.

Looked like you were having some wild dreams.

Dreams?

- Oh, yeah, something about

Alma eating the baby. [laughs]

Here's some miso soup.

Careful.

- I was dreaming about Alma?

No, I saw Alma. I saw Alma.

I saw...

I saw Alma. That was real.

That wasn't...

That was real. I know the difference

between what is real and a dream!

- Well, maybe,

but anesthesia has a really long tail,

and that shit stays in your system for weeks.

My point is things are gonna feel

just a little off for a while,

but don't get worked up.

You know?

Soon as you get back to civilization,

get yourself a good colonic, and it'll just

clear everything right up.

When will that be, Ursula?

[whispers] It's not safe here.

- Sure, it is.

As soon as Harry finishes writing his new script.

New script?

What about the script that he was finishing

when I went into the hospital?

Oh, sweetheart... [laughs]

Uh, I don't think you understand

what I've been able to pull off these last few weeks

regarding your husband's career.

Harry is currently in an orbit all his own.

He's got a greenlit movie at Warners,

he's got two series ready to go at Netflix,

and this big rewrite he's working on

for the next "Avatar."

- Mm-mm.

No, it doesn't make sense.

I don't understand. Harry is not...

Harry isn't that kind of writer.

- Whoa, be careful.

You're gonna start sounding like an unsupportive wife.

- Mm.

No, that's not what I mean.

I just...

Harry has never been that prolific.

Maybe there's something in the water out here...

Which you should probably drink a little more of,

considering that redecorating you're doing downstairs.

[eerie music] [chuckles]

It doesn't even really matter,

'cause now you can just live off Harry

and lunch with all the other ladies at the polo lounge,

'cause men love that.

♪ ♪

I'll grab that.

- What? No, I'm not finished.

- Oh, well, you should be.

[baby cries] Girl to girl,

you should really think about dropping that baby weight

quick as you can.

I will leave you alone to feed that little muffin.

[baby cries]

Oh, and when it comes to Harry, if I were you,

I would be on my best behavior for a while.

♪ ♪

[locatelli's caprice in d major playing]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[baby fussing]

[chilling music]

♪ ♪

- Mommy? - [gasps]

you surprised me.

- Daddy wanted me to bring you your pills.

- [sniffles] - Are you okay, mommy?

I had a dream about you.

Was it a good dream or a bad dream?

It was a bad dream.

Maybe the pills will make the bad dream go away.

[eerie tone]

Harry?

- He's working right now, mommy.

He told me he wants you to take the pills.

[ominous music]

Harry?

♪ ♪

Harry? Harry?

Harry!

What is this?

♪ ♪

What is this?

I have no idea. Where did that come from?

- From her.

She gave it to me with all these other pills.

She wants to poison me!

She wants to kill me and...

Drink the baby's blood, Harry.

- I've seen this before. It's postpartum.

The hormones make new moms go crazy.

Sometimes they even hurt the baby.

She needs to be sedated again.

- No! No, I am not crazy!

I'm not crazy! I know what I saw.

I know what I saw.

Harry, look. Look at his leg.

There are... there are bite marks on the...

Look, look. Look at the bite marks.

There are bite marks. There are bite...

- That's just from the little baby lojack

that they put on the infants in the hospital.

This lazy nurse totally scraped him

when she took it off.

I... [laughs] I gave her hell,

but I think it's gonna be fine.

Stop lying to me!

- Yes, daddy. Stop lying to her.

I want her to take the pill so she can be one of us.

[soft eerie music]

One of us?

What is she talking about, Harry?

She's just being cheeky.

- I'm not.

♪ ♪

If you take the pill,

you become great at whatever you're good at.

♪ ♪

That's why daddy's writing all those scripts.

That's why I'm able to play the Paganini.

♪ ♪

Is that true?

Is that true?

♪ ♪

- [scoffs]

- [cries] Harry. - Take it, mommy.

And we can be together forever.

You won't mind drinking the blood.

It's not that bad.

It feels so good to be great at something.

- It's a miracle, Doris.

Every one of your designer dreams can come true.

You'll be the best in the world.

Stop it. Stop it!

This is not for her.

You don't think she's good enough, daddy?

♪ ♪

- Well, maybe if she doesn't have the talent,

she shouldn't take the risk.

Do you think you're good enough, mommy?

♪ ♪

[music quickens]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

[gasps] [baby cries]

♪ ♪

Doris!

[baby crying]

[panting]

[screeches]

[wails]

[groans]

[growls]

[baby crying] [growling]

[whimpers]

Doris. Honey.

[crying]

Come home with me.

They can't hurt you as long as you're with me.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's just me.

[somber music]

I'll explain everything.

♪ ♪

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

♪ ♪

Let's go home.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[seagulls calling]

You're not answering your burner phone.

[eerie music]

You know how irritating that is?

- I'm sorry.

I must have turned it off.

No worries.

♪ ♪

You're lucky I ran into speed racer,

or I'd really be in a mood.

You've been out here painting a lot.

- I guess so.

With nothing to show for it.

- You don't like them? - About as much as I like

the insect smudge on my windshield.

Actually, I like the smudge more.

At least something died to put it there.

On the subject of small dead things...

I need you to run an errand for me.

[breathes heavily]

What?!

Oh, maybe you haven't heard, but the gardeners

just brought home a little bundle of joy

from the hospital.

I want it.

- Belle.

Please, I...

I can't.

[hissing]

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, they've been here the whole time.

And not because they love art.

They won't touch you unless I get in a mood.

I won't do it.

I'm not gonna help you kill another baby.

Lordy, you mean I came

all the way out here for nothing?

- Sorry.

Now I am in a mood.

[gasps]

You can feed on anyone.

On anybody.

You don't need a baby.

Listen to me, Monet.

Newborn blood is the elixir of the gods.

It's pure.

Untouched by a life of booze and drugs.

[hisses]

The chemical swill people call food.

Newborn makes veal taste like horseshit.

And the longer we stand here,

the less newborn it gets.

So if you do nothing,

just think about trying to paint something

with both of your eyes missing.

[tense music]

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

Please.

[hisses]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct voices]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[baby coos]

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

So... but you want to be able to change out the curtains

from season to season,

so the rod needs to be metal but lighter.

- I don't care.

[laughs]

No fucking way. No.

If you're not gonna make him an executive producer,

then you gotta give him a big, fat cut, okay?

Okay, fine, go work on it. I gotta go.

What was she thinking?

Jesus.

It's all so pedestrian pottery barn hell.

And, oh, my god.

These rugs make me want to puke.

Um, I hope those scissors

are for the curtains you put up in the powder room.

- Honey.

You're awake.

Why don't you go up and feed the baby?

Ursula will bring you some soup.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

Who is this?

He's a designer who does lots of the houses around town.

I asked him to come help you finish the job.

Anonymously. - I don't need any help.

[muffled] No, of course you don't, my dear.

I've seen your... your boards,

and there are some lovely choices on there.

Um...

Not inspired, but lovely.

[muffled] So harry was telling us

that you've been going through a little, um,

postpartum.

I don't want you to lose this job, honey.

I know how important it is for your future.

[baby cries]

Ooh, ugh.

- Oh, the sound of the crying makes you do that.

[baby crying]

Go feed the baby.

[muffled] Doris.

[unsettling music]

[baby crying]

♪ ♪

[indistinct speech]

♪ ♪

[banging on door]

You told Belle where I was.

- I didn't know it was a secret.

[coughs]

You know, it's pretty hard to stay out of your life

when you start showing up at my door.

- Do you know what she wants from me?

- She didn't say.

- The Gardeners have a new baby.

She wants me to steal it for her. �