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(bat rattling on pavement)

(grunts)

(loud bang)

(crying)

- Please, please!

Please, think of the baby!
Please! Please!

(theme song)

(gentle acoustic music)

(birds chirping)

(man): And you have previous
design experience?

(Jules): Yeah, so for the past
three years,

I was lead graphic designer
at Linkman & Sons,

before their recent acquisition
and subsequent downsizing.

Uh, before that, I was also
an in-house graphic designer

at a small firm in the city.

- I'll pass your resume along.
- Uh-huh.

- ...in case anyone's looking
for a graphic designer.

- Yeah.
- Unfortunately, we don't have
any openings right now.

- Oh.
- I wish I had better news
for you.

- Oh, no. No. I understand.

- Thank you for your interest.

We'll keep
your information on file.

- Okay. Well, thank you so much.

- You're welcome.

(phone chimes)

(phone chimes)

- Hi, sorry, sorry.
- Who are you, and what have
you done with my best friend?

- Oh. What do you mean?

- You're late.
And you're never late.

I'm usually late.

- Yeah, it's been a day.

(bell gongs softly)

(instructor): And
downward-facing dog.

Breathe.

- Okay, what's going on?

- Nothing, I'm just--
- Jules?

- Drew and I are
officially done.

- Oh, no.
- No, it's fine. I'm fine.

- Are you sure?
- Honestly, it's for the best.

Really. I'm fine.

- It's okay not to be.
- But I am.

- Okay, I trust you.

But I'm here
if you need anything.

- Thank you.

- So, how's job hunting going?

- Uh, about as well as
my relationship status.

- Still no bites?
- No.

But I'm gonna take this as
a sign from the universe that

it's finally time to start
my own graphic design business.

(gasps)
- I love that for you!

Big boss babe energy.
Fresh starts all around.

(chuckles)
Seriously, though, I know it
hasn't been easy,

but you are doing a great job.

Do you wanna grab lunch?
My treat.

- Wish I could. I need to get
back to work.

I have more e-mails to send out,

I need to update my portfolio,
get a website built,

make a business plan.
- Well, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Okay, look, you are incredibly
talented and hardworking,

and to be honest,
a really great person.

The right clients are gonna
come to you.

You're too good at what you do.
Seriously.

And there's no point in getting
all worked up over it.

It's not doing you
any favours.

- Yeah, I know.
Just... everything feels

really unsettled right now.

- It's about the journey,
not the destination.

Learning to dance in the rain.
Or whatever.

- What?
(laughs)

- You need a night out.
A night just to let loose

and relax a little bit.

Let's do a girls' night,
tonight. Do you have plans?

- No, I'm working.

- Come on! It'd be good to get
your mind off of

the stress of work and Drew
for a second.

(sighs)
What do you say?
What do you say?

- Ugh, okay, okay.
Girls' night.

(squeals)
- Okay, my place, 7:00 p.m.

- I'm working 'til 7:00.

- 7:15, sharp.

- 7:15.

- Great.

- Okay.

(distant rattling)

(distant rattling and creaking)

(threatening music)

(distant rattling)

(rattling intensifies)

(nervous breathing)

- Ah! Oh, God!
(Drew): Ah!

(sighs)
God...

What are you doing here?

- Um, I thought
you were at work.

(exhales)
So, I figured it would be
a good time to grab my things.

(deep exhale)

- Wow, um...
(nervous chuckle)

terrifying weapon of choice.

- Yeah. I had limited options.

Um... why didn't you just call?

- I... I figured I could get in
and out while you were at work

and... you know, grab my stuff
and avoid any awkwardness.

(nervous chuckle)

Like this.

- Still, a heads up would've
been nice.

- Totally. Um, yeah, again,

thought you were at work.

Speaking of, why aren't you?

- There were some changes
at the office.

- Like?

- Outsourcing.

My... my position
was outsourced.

- Oh. Oh, no.
- But it's fine. No, really.

I, I'm gonna land on my feet.
I'm gonna use this time to get

my own business off the ground.

- Right. C-cool.
- Yeah.

- You're finally doing it.
- I'm finally doing it!

(chuckles)

- Um...
- Uh...

So, if you have everything
you need...

(sad music)

- Uh, I will get outta
your hair. Uh...

- Oh, actually, uh,

there is one more box of
your things upstairs,

so I'll just grab that for you.

- Uh, yeah. Um...
- Yeah.

- Uh, yeah. Uh...

(door closing)

- Drew?

(deep sigh)

(distant laughter)

Hi.
- Hi!

(both): Mwah!
- These are for you.

- Thank you. They're so sweet.

Jules, remember my gang
from Belbrook?
- I do!

Hi, everyone. I'm just gonna go
grab a drink.

- Okay, help yourself
to anything in the kitchen.
I'll meet you in there.

(hip-hop music)

- Oh, my goodness.

- Let me help you.
- Oh, thank you.

- Oh, this looks incredible.

- Charcuterie boards are
kind of my love language.

- And clearly a talent.
- Thank you.

- So, what is this?

- Blueberry goat's cheese.
It's to die for.

- Huh.

- Where did you get that dress?

I'm obsessed!

- Oh, it's just somewhere
online, I think.

- That colour is so good on you.

You should wear it all the time.

- Thank you.
(chuckles)

- Ah, I see you've met Alana.

- Yes. Um, I'm Jules.

- Pleasure.

- Alana also just recently
got out of a relationship.

(scoffs)

- What is this,
a broken hearts club?

- Oh, I'm not broken-hearted.

To my ex, I say,
"Good riddance."

- Cheers. To singlehood.

(chuckles)

- So, how do you know
Ms. Celia Balzerini?

(chuckles)
- We met in high school,

if you can believe it.
How about you?

- Oh, we met around the corner
at Stomping Grounds.

After the third time of bumping
into her, I was just like,

"Hi, I'm Alana, and I think that

we have the same coffee
schedule."

(laughs)

Making friends as an adult is
so weird,

but hey, it worked.
Ce's the best.

- Yeah. She is.

- So, you just got rid of
a bad egg too, huh?

- Uh, I don't know if Drew was
a bad egg, per se.

- Oh, no, no, no,
we can't have that.

- Have what?
- Regret!

He's gone for a reason.

- Yeah, I am sort of glad.

We weren't right for
each other in the end.

- Hmm, cheers to that.
My ex was the worst.

- How long were you guys
together for?

- Hmm, far too long.

But we are not wasting a second
more of our time on them.

(R&B music)

- Hey, thank you for tonight.

I really needed it.

- So, are you saying
I was right?

- Yes, I am saying
you were right.

(laughs)
- Anything for my bestie.

So, how are you feeling?
You look more relaxed.

- Yeah. He came and got
all his things today.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

You know, a part of me will
always love him, I think.

But...
- It's for the best.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- It is.

- I mean, he's a good guy,

I just never really saw him as

"the" guy for you, you know?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Hey!
- Hey.

- Is anyone up for Pictionary?

- We're in.
- We're in.

(giggling)

- Bye.
- Good night.

- Bye, nice to see you.
- Night.

- Thank you.
- Bye.

- Okay. I'm gonna go.

- Before you go, I was thinking,

we are three single ladies,

so why don't we grab
lunch tomorrow

and make some killer
dating profiles?

- Oh, I'm down!

- I just think
it's a bit too soon.

(Celia): Oh, come on!
- It'll be fun.

- Yeah, you don't actually
have to go on a date with
any of them.

But the attention will get
your mind off of

he who must not be named.
- Hmm?

- You can just call him Drew.
- Ugh!

- Why do you need
a silly nickname?
- Because it's fun!

(chuckles)
- Our café, tomorrow at noon?

(Celia): Works for me.

- I...

Okay, fine. Fine.
(women squealing)

Let's do it.
(laughs)

Let's do it.
- Amazing!

Okay, I'll see you
both there tomorrow.

- Bye.

- Bye. Love you.
- Thank you.

- Get home safe.

(bright music)

(deep sigh)

(phone buzzes)

(timer dings)

(melancholic music)

(sighs)

- Oh, no.

(outgoing ringtone)

(Donna): Hi, Dr. Robey's
office.

- Hi. This is Jules Simmons.
I'm a patient of Dr. Robey.

I think I might be actually...

I am pregnant.

- Congratulations!

Let's get you an appointment

to see Dr. Robey, ASAP.

- Thanks.

- There she is!
- Hi. Hi, hi, hi.

- Hey, what's going on?

- Uh, um... nothing.
Everything.

- Did something happen?

- Yeah, you don't look so good.

- Um...

(deep inhale)

Well, I am...

pregnant.

- Oh, my gosh!
- What?

- Congratulations!

Or not.

- No, yeah, it's uh...

it's unplanned, but um,
thank you!

Yeah, I'm gonna be a mom.

(sweet acoustic music)

- You're gonna be a mom.
(chuckles)

- Yeah.
- Did you tell Drew?

- I did. I called him
on the way over.

- And?

- He was happy. Supportive.

I mean, things are a bit
tight right now. He...

his graphic novel didn't get
picked up by the publisher,

but he's... he's gonna keep
submitting to other publishers.

But yeah, he's struggling
to make ends meet.

- So, what are you gonna do?

- Well, I mean, I've always
wanted to be a mom,

but I did just start
freelancing,

so I am a little worried about
how I'm gonna cover everything

for the baby and I.

And I'm gonna make it work.

- Yeah. We're just gonna
take it one day at a time

and I'm gonna help you
in any way that I can.

- Thank you.

(sighs)
- Well,

I am gonna grab us refills.
Do you want anything?

- Just water. Thank you.
- Okay.

- I'm sorry this is
so stressful.

- Thanks.

- Financial stress is the worst.

- Yeah.

You sound like you're speaking
from experience.

(scoffs)
- Unfortunately, I am.

My ex had this harebrained idea

to invest all
of our life savings

into this new cryptocurrency.

It was supposed to be like
the next Bitcoin or whatever,

but it flopped.

Totally bombed.

- Oh no!

- Yeah, it was awful.

Everything I had
ever worked for,

gone, just like that.

- I'm so sorry.

- Oh, thank you.
Yeah, it's been hard.

But hey, if you find
a good side gig,

can you let a girl know?
We can have each other's backs.

(laughs)
- Of course.

I will let you know.

(birds chirping)

(phone rings)

Jules Simmons.

(Donna): Hi, Jules, I'm
calling from Dr. Robey's office.

We noticed you don't have
any insurance on file.

Will you be paying for
the appointment out of pocket?

- Uh, yes, I will.

Can you tell me about
how much it will be?
- Sure.

The appointment fee is $150,

then, the ultrasound is $200,

and the blood work will range
between $100 to $300

depending on the tests
Dr. Robey wants to run.

- Okay, so
I'm looking at about...

- Somewhere around
the $450 to $650 range.

(sighing): Oh, boy.

- We'll see you tomorrow
for your appointment.

(call beeps off)

(melancholic music)

- Might feel a little cold.
- Yeah.

- Okay, let's see what we're
working with here today.

Congratulations, by the way.

- Hmm, thank you.

- Is this your first?

- Yep.

- Were you and your husband
trying for long?

- Uh, no. No husband.

And no, this was a surprise.

- Oh, I thought you said
you had just conceived?

- Mm-hmm. I just found out
I was pregnant three days ago.

- Oh, well, according to this,

you're approaching the end of
your first trimester.

- Uh... how is that possible?

- When was your last period?

- Um... um, a month ago?
Two, maybe.

- Okay, were you ever
on the pill?

- Yeah, for years.

- Okay, this is super common,

especially among
first-time moms.

There's nothing to be
concerned about.

You have a totally healthy
baby here.

But we will need to adjust
your plan of care

since your little bundle of joy
will be here in close
to six months.

And the father, will he be
joining us today?

- Uh, no, he is away
on business.

- Okay, got it.

Well, if you wanna look
at the screen here,

you can just make out
the little feet.

Look at that. Look at all
those tiny little toes.

(chuckles)

(emotional music)

You got this.

(chuckles)

- If I could put 75 on that one.

Um, 100 on that one. And then,
the rest on that one.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

- These are pamphlets for
our free birthing class
if you're interested?

- Oh.

Thank you.
- Yeah.

- Thanks.

(birds chirping)

(clears throat)

- Oh, hey!

- Oh, hi!

Is Ce not here yet?

- Oh, she's running late.

It would be like Ce
to invite me

to a yoga class for the first
time and then,

just get stuck at work.

- Per usual.
- Is she ever on time?

- I don't know.
(chuckles)

- Seriously.

Oh, hey, I think I found
the perfect side hustle for us.

- Oh, yeah?
- Think it'd be pretty
lucrative.

- Amazing. What is it?

- Well, you're in a...

unique situation.

- What do you mean?

My baby?

(sinister music)

- Did you hear about that woman
down in Royal Oak

who was selling positive tests
throughout her entire pregnancy?

- Selling tests? To who?

- All kinds of women.

People trying to save
their marriages, get a raise,

you name it. But this woman
in Royal Oak was thriving.

She was making six figures
before the baby was even born.

- Wow!

I mean, it sounds illegal.

Or at the very least,
wildly unethical.

- It's not illegal.
Or unethical.

- You're not suggesting
that I do that, are you?
- No!

- Oh, okay.

- I'm suggesting that we do it.

And I can run
the business side of things.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah.

- Absolutely not.
- Why not?

- Well, it just feels,
like, wrong.

Plus, how would people get
the tests?

- Word of mouth.

And you can find anything
online these days.

- I mean, have you done
something like this before?

- Found creative ways to make
money on the side? Yeah!

- But... like this?

- Selling positive
pregnancy tests?

Not exactly.

But think about it,

it's a really easy way for us
to make money.

You said yourself you're worried
about things financially

and covering everything,
so this is the way to do it.

It's literally perfect.

- Uh...

- I'm just saying.
Think about it.

(footsteps approaching)
- Yeah.

- Hey! Sorry, sorry.

What'd I miss?
- Alana was just--

- Talking about baby stuff.
- Oh, how exciting!

Have you thought about names?
I know it's a little bit early,

but I think Celia is
a good contender.

(laughs)
- Cute!

(pensive music)

(notification chimes)

(phone buzzes)

(doorbell chimes)

- Okay.

Oh, this is way out of
my budget.

(exhales)

(notification chimes)

(sad music)

"Stress isn't good for you
or the baby.

Do everything you can to relax."

Oh, I need to relax.

(pivotal music)

(notification chimes)

(phone buzzes)

Okay.

- So, basically, I would
find us all the clients.

I already have, like,
three women lined up
who want the tests.

So, as soon as you take these,
we're a go.

- Seriously?

- Seriously.

My girlfriend from college,

she is ready for her boyfriend
to propose.

- Hmm.
- And they've been together
for like, a decade.

And I have it on good authority
that he has a ring.

So, this is just his nudge
over the edge.

- Right. Feels kinda sketchy.

- It's harmless.

Her friend is trying to find
a way

for her and her husband
to connect.

She doesn't actually want kids,

but she thinks that
the idea of it, just for a bit,

is exactly what they need
to get back on the same page.

- Feels like lying.

- We'd be helping women
take their power back.

Giving them the control
they deserve over their lives.

- Hmm...

- Wouldn't you wanna stay
in this house,

this beautiful house,
and raise your baby?

(somber music)

- I really, really, really do
wanna stay in my home.

- So, all you have to do is
pee on the sticks

and I will handle
everything else.

- Well, I'm not,
I'm not saying yes.

I--
- You're not saying yes yet.

- What happens if we get caught?

- Nothing.

Nothing about it is illegal.

- You're sure?
- Sure, sure.

- Uh, I don't know.

- You're thinking way too hard
about this.

This is the easiest money
you will ever make.

Look, I can understand why
you'd be feeling morally

a bit weird about it all.

I do, too. But we're just
selling the tests.

We're not using them
for whatever our clients are
using them for.

If they wanna do sketchy stuff,
that's on them, not us.

- All I have to do is
take the tests.

- That's it.

- Okay, let's do it.

So, I will take the tests
and you will handle the clients.

- I love this for us.

It's such a good idea.

To being absolute boss babes.

(bright music)

(phone rings)

- Jules Simmons.

- Hi, Jules. It's Donna calling
from Dr. Robey's office.

- Oh, hi. Is everything okay?

- Uh, Dr. Robey would like you
to come in

for some preliminary testing,
just to make sure

everything is okay.

There's nothing to be
concerned about.

Can I get you in,

in the schedule
for tomorrow, for 4 p.m.?

- Yeah, that works.

- Great. See you tomorrow.

- Uh, thank you, but um,

how much is this gonna be?

- Uh, testing ranges from about

$500 to $1,000, uh, usually for
out-of-pocket patients.

- Right. Okay, thanks.

See you tomorrow.

(sad music)

(deep sigh)

(doorbell chimes)

- Hey, girl! I know it's been
a minute,

but this is for you.
- What's this?

- First round of payments.

Two grand.
- Oh! Uh...

no, I, I can't accept this.

- Why not? You worked for it.

- But this is a lot of money.

- And there's more
where that came from.

- Did, did you take--
- Take a cut?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, totally!

70% to you and 30% to me.

Just think of me like
your talent agent.

The face behind the business.

But with the majority of
the money going to you
and the baby.

- Oh, this is so weird.

- Or it's genius.

And we need to milk it
for all its worth.

Plus, my girlfriend, Shavonne,
the one that's trying to lock
down her fiancé,

she called me today
and he's proposing this weekend!

It worked!

Plus, she referred
two more of her friends, so...

- Well, thank you.
I... I really needed this.

- I get that. So do I.

- And you did all
the heavy lifting!

(sinister music)

(nervous chuckle)

I'll swing by tomorrow
for some more tests.

- Um... okay.

Okay, so it's 800, 900,

and 1,000.
So, that's $1,000.

- Okay, great.
We'll see you back here
in two weeks, Miss Simmons.

- Thanks.
(clears throat)

(birds and insects chirping)

(indistinct chatter)

- Oh, um, sorry.

- Wow.

- It's a lot, right?

- Yes. I mean, I knew,

but having it all laid out
like this...

- Oh, I know.
(chuckles)

I'm Bridget.

- Jules.
- Oh, it's nice to meet you.

- And you.
- Am I gonna be taking
your partner's seat?

- No, no, no, please,
it's free.

- Oh, perfect. Thank you.
(clears throat)

- Do you need a seat
for your partner, or...?

- Oh, no, I'm here solo.

I am doing this whole thing
solo, actually.

- Oh, really?

- Yeah, it's unconventional,
I know.

- I'm here solo, too.

- You are?
- Mm-hmm.

- Well, then, it looks like
I have picked the right seat
after all.

- Diapers cost how much?

- Oh, I know.
It's insane, right?

- Okay, okay, let's settle in.

Welcome everyone.
I will be guiding you
through this class today.

And as you can see,
I know what I'm talking about.

(all laugh)

So, let's get started.

- Your parents around?
- My mom's actually out west.

My dad retired to Florida.

- Florida?
- Mm-hmm.

(chuckles)
- Is he loving it?

- He's loving it.
- Aw.

- What about you?
- Uh, both of my parents are

on the other side of
the country as well.
- Mm-hmm?

- I was really worried about

doing this whole thing
on my own,

but I wanted to be a mom,

so I'm just doing
what I have to do.

- I totally get that.

- I'm really glad we met.
- Me too.

- Same time next week?
- Same time next week.

- See you then.
- Bye.
- Bye.

(gentle acoustic music)

- Hey.

- Hi.
(clears throat)

Um... where's Ce?

- Stuck at Belbrook.
The nurses were short-staffed.

- That's weird. She doesn't
usually work on Wednesdays.

- Hmm. Apparently now she does.

- You guys come here like,
every other day, right?

- Uh, yeah,
a couple times a week.

- Ugh, I need to be
more like that.

Just focused on
my health and wellbeing.

- Mm-hmm.

- I think I'm gonna start
coming here more often.

- Yeah, you should.
It's so good for you.

- Hmm, and you.

- What?

- Isn't yoga, like, super good
for expecting mothers?

(phone buzzes)

- Uh, yeah. I guess so.

- Everything good?

- Oh, um...
(phone chimes)

yep. All good.

(exhales)

- Oh, I forgot to tell you.

A friend of a friend is having
an affair with her boss

and she wants to use
one of the tests

to try and get him
to leave his wife.

She was willing to pay
a pretty penny for it.

$10,000.

- Oh, my God.

$10,000?!

(sighs)
No, I...

I can't accept that.

- We've been through this,
Jules. You earned it.

(sinister music)

(bell gongs lightly)

(phone buzzes)

(phone buzzes)

(tense music)

(dramatic music)

- Jules!
- Oh!

- Hey!
- Drew.

I didn't know you were
back in town.

- Yeah, um, I just got back
yesterday.

I was... I was gonna
call you later.

- Hey, how'd it go
with the publisher?

- No bites.

- I'm sorry.

- No, I... I'm sorry.

That trip cost me basically
every last cent and...

- Oh.
- But I'm talking to my buddy
in construction.

Gonna see if he needs any more
hands down at the site.

Let him know the situation.

Sorry. That... that sounds bad.
Um...

(nervous chuckle)
You are not a situation.

I love you and your mom,
and I am figuring things out.

(light chuckle)
Uh, I can't believe

you're almost done with
your second trimester.

- I know, neither can I.

- And you feel okay?

- Yeah just uh, stressed.

Guess that's usual.
- Yeah, I completely get that.

But I've got things
in the works, you know.

We're... we're gonna be okay.

- Oh, and I just got paid
for my first job, so...

- Jules, that is amazing.

Your first pay cheque as
a self-employed boss babe.

(chuckles)

- Uh... I actually have to get
to the bank,

so I'll talk to you soon.

- Okay, um...

(curious music)

(scoffs)

(phone buzzes)

(sighs)

(phone chimes)

- Wonderful. Now, if you just
slightly move

back and forth like this,

you should feel a release
in your hips.

I'll come and adjust
you ladies, as needed.

- Hmm. Mm. Oh.

(laughs)
- Careful.

- Thanks.

- Do you uh, ever wish that
you had a more traditional
situation?

- Honestly, no.

No. My um... baby daddy? Uh...

(laughs)
I don't know what to call him.

- Yeah.
- Um, he's a really
wonderful guy,

but I think it was best for us
that we're not together.

- Do you guys have a plan?

- Haven't really worked one out,

but I think we will co-parent,
share responsibility,

and just give each other
the freedom to live
our own lives.

- Oh, that is really
responsible of you guys.

- Thanks. Yeah,
I feel good about it.

- Hmm.
- I would feel better if

he could get his graphic
novel published.

- Oh, is that even a thing?

- That is a thing.
(laughing): Okay.

Were you uh, together
for a while before this?

- Yeah, for years.
- Oh, wow.

- Yeah. And I do love him
so much,

but not in love with him,
you know?

- Yeah, totally.

And how's he feeling about
this whole situation?

- Oh, he's so supportive.
- Aw.

- Yeah. I saw him yesterday
and I've been texting

with him about it this morning.
(phone buzzes)

- Well, I am glad things are
going well for you.

(sighs)
- Thanks! And what about you?

What's your baby daddy
situation?

- Oh, no baby daddy situation.
- Oh.

- I uh, went the sperm
donor route.

- That's cool.
- Yeah. You know, I always knew

I wanted to be a mom
and on my own terms.

- Yeah.
- And it just uh, felt like
the right decision.

It's a girl.
- Oh, congratulations!

- Thank you. And I love
the idea of raising a strong,

independent woman on my own.

When she's born, I plan to put
a bassinet in my office

and then just carry on life
as normal.

- Perfect.
- Yeah.
(laughs)

- What do you do?

- Oh, I work in marketing
for Remington & Sons.

- Oh, wow. They're huge!

- Yeah. No, working for them
has been great.

- Mm-hmm.

- I'm working on a client pitch.

I don't suppose you have
some free time?

I would love to run it by you,
get your opinion?

- Oh, uh, yeah!

No, of course.
I'd be happy to help.

- Oh, thank you. Yeah.

(door opens)

- Okay! Well, we'll see you
next week.

- Bye.
- Bye.

(clears throat)

(ominous music)

- There you are.

Why have you been ignoring me?

- Alana.

- I just came to give you these.

- Uh, I don't feel right about
doing this.

I'm so grateful for the money,
I am, but um,

I think we should stop.

- Absolutely not.

- It's dishonest and I can't--
- Yes, you can.

- No, I don't feel
comfortable lying.

- We're not lying.

- I think we should stop.

- We're not stopping.

Now, you're gonna take the tests

and you're gonna pee on them
and give them back to me

like we agreed.
We had a deal.

- Alana--
- Do you understand?

Because if you don't,
I can help you understand.

- Are you threatening me?

(menacing music)

- We're making a lot of money.

Now, take the tests and I'll be
by later to pick them up. Okay?

- Hey, are you all right?

- Um...
- Let's get outta here.

- Okay.

- You doing okay?

(country music)

- Yeah, I'm fine. Really.

- Yeah, that was uh,
a little intense.

- Yeah.

- She had mentioned tests.

Are those, like,
pregnancy tests?

- Yeah, it's a decision
I regret making.

I agreed to sell positive
pregnancy tests with her.

It was so stupid.
I should've shut it down
immediately,

and now, I'm trying to get out
of it, but she...

- Yeah, she's not... taking it
very well, I can see.

- No. She's not.

- That woman, what's her name?
- Alana Temper.

- And how do you know her?

- She's a friend of a friend.

It was her idea to start
selling the tests.

- Have you told anyone?

- I don't wanna do it anymore.

It's wrong. But I feel like
I'm in too deep.

- I feel like I've heard
about this.

Yeah, women, using
their pregnancies,

to take advantage of the system.

- No, that, that's not
what we're doing.

- No, Jules, I wouldn't
blame you if you were.

Jules, you and I both know
how hard this is for
someone like us.

But if you're caught up
in something bad or dangerous,

you need to go to the police.

- I can't go to the police,
Bridget.
- Why not?

- Because I would have
to explain my role

in this whole thing.

It would literally
ruin my career, my life.

- So um...

how exactly did
this whole thing work?

(sighs)
- Well, she would bring
the tests to my house

and I would take them.

- Making the tests positive.

- Exactly. Then she would
collect them

and sell them to her clients.

- Her clients?

- Women buying the tests.

Women who wanted
their boyfriends to propose,

wanted to get back
at their boss.

I know.
- Right. Hmm.

- I am not proud of it.

Anyway, she would bring me
my cut of the payment,

and that was that.

- Do you even know if
any of this is legal?

(pensive music)

This is all a bit of a mess,
isn't it?

But hey, there is a solution
to every problem,

we just might need to do
a little bit of digging.

- I am so sorry.

I should not have
shared this with you.

- No, no, no, Jules.
You're fine.

- No, but if it's illegal, I've
just made you an accomplice.

- No, Jules, you did not
make me an accomplice.

- I'm so sorry. My head is
just everywhere. I'm...

- Okay, it's fine, Jules.
- I...

I'm gonna go.
I should go. Bye.

- Yeah, no. Of course.

Chris, you're not
gonna believe this.

(lock clicks)

(ominous music)

- Hello, Julia.

- How did you get in here?

- I was wondering
when you'd be back.

- How did you get
into my house, Alana?

- Are the tests ready yet?

Because I need them. Now.

- No.

- That's not how
this works, Jules.

We had a deal.

- I don't owe you anything.

(scoffs)
- Fine.

Then, I'll go to the cops.

- I thought you said
it wasn't illegal?

- I think that they'd be
very interested

in what I had to say.

I'll tell them that...

(scared voice): I was forced
into it, and it was your idea,

and when I wanted out,
you got violent!

- They'll never believe that.
That's not true.

- Really? How are you gonna
prove that

when you're the one
that's pregnant?

I can't make positive tests.
You can.

You recruited me.

- I didn't. That's not true.

- Isn't it, though?

You needed the money.

(phone beeps)

(Jules): Okay, let's do it.

I will take the tests,
you will handle the clients.

- It really sounds like
it was your idea.

Now... take the test,
Jules.

- Alana...

- I said, take the tests.

Now.

(breathes shakily)

(♪)

(cries softly)

(sobbing)

(Jules sobbing)

We don't have time
for that, Julia.

(tense electronic music)

Was that so hard?

I'll leave the money
under your doormat.

- I don't want it.
(scoffs)

- Okay, sure.

If I were you,
I'd be very careful

with who I share
this information with.

I'm keeping my side of
the street clean,

so I expect you to do the same.

- So, I took the tests
and she left.

- Holy crap!

- I know.
It was terrifying.

- I've never seen her act
like that before. I'm so sorry.

- Don't be silly.
It's not your fault.

How well do you know her?

- Well, not very well,

but I thought enough to know
that she was at least stable,

and not some seriously
unhinged person.

I'll go talk to her.

- No, no, it's okay.
- No, I introduced you to her.

Like, just keep your distance.

I'll handle it.
I'll just go talk to her.

- No, that's a terrible idea.

- She can't keep
treating you like this.

- Well, no, but I...

I think we just leave it alone.

- Or we can go to the police?
- We can't.

- Why not?

- The recording.

It just makes me sound so bad.

- So, what do we do?

- Nothing.

I think we just ride it out

and avoid her as long
as possible.

- And if she threatens you
again?

Okay, just let me handle it.

I've got it, okay?
That's that.

- Thank you, Ce.
- Course.

- I love you.

- Love you.

Now, where are we ordering
takeout from?

Because I'm starving?
(laughs)

- Me too.

(phone rings)
(beeps off)

(phone rings)
(beeps off)

(phone rings)
(beeps off)

(phone rings)

Jules Simmons.

Yes, I would love to come in

and speak with you about
your design needs.

Perfect. Thank you so much.

(hopeful music)

(menacing music)

- Hey, Jennifer, can you let
Lydia know I'll be
a few minutes late?

I have to make a stop
on my way to work.

Okay.

(gentle classical music)

(doorbell chimes)

(knocking on door)

- Ce! Hi!
What a nice surprise!

- Leave Jules alone.

- Excuse me?
- I know you're threatening her.

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Cut the games, Alana.

Look, you're fun, and it was
great being friends,

but I think it's best if
you just stay away
from Jules and me.

- Look, I don't know what
she's told you,

but Jules is not--
- Leave Jules alone, okay?

This has to stop.

- But Ce!

- Celia.

- Right.
(nervous chuckle)

Celia, we're still cool,
right?

- Take care, Alana.

(keys jingling)

(door opening)

(ominous music)

Hello?

(door creaking)

(water splashing)

(distant thump)

(tense music)

(door creaking)

(water splashing from sink)

(music intensifies)

(gasps)

(keyboard clacking)

(phone rings)

- Hi!

What?

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

(worrying music)

(indistinct chatter on speakers)
(monitor beeping)

(sighs)

Hang in there, Ce.

- Oh, you sure are
popular today, Celia.

- What do you mean?
- You're the second
young woman here today.

The other one just
stepped out.

Name started with an A.

(menacing music)

- Alana?

- That's it.

- Who's Alana?

- Um... nurse,

her black eye...

- Bruising like that,
that's usually consistent

with some sort of major impact.

But between you and me,

the injuries from her fall are
on the back of her head,

not the front.

- What does that mean?

- Oh, God. Drew...

- Ce...

- She's gonna be okay.

(sighs)

- Is that...

Alana?

Alana!

- Oh! This is just so sad!

You must be Drew!
I've heard so much about you!

So nice to finally meet you!

I wish it was under
better circumstances.

Oh! Poor Celia!

- How did you even--
- I know you two are such
good friends.

She would do anything for you.

She always has your back.

(♪)

The nurses say that

there's a chance she could
pull through.

Even though it's slim.

- It's not just a slim ch--
- Anyway, I have to go.

Bye, you two.

- Okay, what was that?

- Can we get out of here?

- Yeah, of course.

(breathes shakily)
Um... our spot?

- Yeah.

So, it just snowballed
from there, and now,

here we are.

- Wow, that, that is...

- It's a lot, I know.
(crying)

- Look, I'm sorry.

I know you...

I know we are under a lot of
financial stress,

I just thought we had more time
to figure things out.

- I just didn't wanna
make it your problem.

- Jules, no.
No, no, no.

This is not a problem.
This is... this is our child.

I'm... I'm stoked to be
a dad, remember?

I just sold a bunch of
my vintage action figures
online.

(scoffs)
- What, why?

- If that doesn't prove I am

100% committed,
I do not know what would.

- Thank you.

(sighs)

- So... so this whole scheme was
her idea, yeah?

- Yeah.

When I tried to back out of it,
she uh, got aggressive.

- Aggressive, like?

- She recorded me and showed up
at my birthing class.

She broke into my house.

- Okay, Jules,
she sounds dangerous.

- Yeah, I think she is dangerous
because there's more.

(grave music)

- Ce's accident.

I think Alana had
something to do with it.

- No.

- You heard the nurse.

Ce's black eye is not consistent
with her fall injuries.

She went to speak
to Alana for me,

and hours later,
she ends up in hospital.

- You don't actually think...

- It fits.

- Okay, um, I'm going to talk
to my lawyer friend, Peter.

Do you remember Peter?

- Yeah...

- Um, I will call him,
see what he says to do.

Have you told anybody else?

- Just my friend, Bridget.

- Bridget? Who is Bridget?

- Friend from birthing class.
I...

I don't know her last name.

- But you trust her?

- I think so.

- Uh, for now, maybe we just
keep this between us,

just until I talk to Peter.

- Okay.

- Okay. Let's get you home.

(cries)
Hey.

(sighs)
- Thank you for everything.

- Hey, it's what I'm here for.

(gentle music)

Do you want me
to stay the night?

Just, just for security.

- Right. Um...

no, it... I'll be fine.

- Um... okay.

Uh, my phone's on if
you need anything,

and just um, text me before bed.

- I will. I promise.

(chuckles)
- Okay. Um... bye, Jules.

- Bye, Drew.

(gate creaks)

(gate closes)

(phone buzzes)

(sentimental music)

(ominous music)

(gate creaks)

(door lock crackling)

(door creaks)

(Jules): Is anyone there?

(dramatic boom)

(outgoing ringtone)

Drew?
- Hey.

- Hi. Sorry to bother you.

- You're never bothering me.
What's going on?

- Um... someone tried
to break in.

- Lock the door and stay inside.
I'll be right there.

- Mm-hmm.
(call beeps off)

(breathes shakily)

(insects chirping)

(footsteps approaching)

- Okay, um, there's
definitely nobody here.

And they didn't take anything?

- No, I don't think anyone
actually got in.

(sighs)
- Okay. Um...

I'll keep an eye out.
See if anyone comes back.

- Where are you going?

- I'll stay in my car.

- What? No, no, no.
Uh, just...

why don't you just stay inside?

On the couch or...

- Yeah, sure.
- Thank you.

- Okay. Uh, get some rest.

(sinister music)

(small gasp)

(engine roars)

(indistinct chatter)

(worrying music)

- You must be Jules.
- Oh! Hi.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

Hi.
(clears throat)

Well, thank you so much for
having me.

I'm excited to um...

- Is everything all right?

- Uh, yes. I, I, I just...
I'm sorry, I um...

Eh...
- Jules?

(♪)

- I'm sorry. I have to go.
I'm sorry.

- Alana?

- Can I help you?
- Oh.

Sorry. Um... forgive me.

(breathes shakily)

(sobbing)

(outgoing ringtone)

(phone rings)

- Hey.

(Jules): I think
I'm losing my mind.

- You're not losing your mind.
- I'm definitely losing my mind!

- What's going on?

- I just bombed the pitch for
the only prospective client
I've had

since I got let go,
and I confronted this woman

I thought was Alana and I...
the baby and...

- Okay, Jules, you are under
a lot of stress right now.

It is totally normal
to feel this way.

- Have you spoken to Peter?

- Um, no, but we have been
exchanging e-mails.

- Do you think he can help?

- I am positive.

I've known Peter for years.
Um, he's just really busy
right now, but um...

no, no, he will be able
to handle all this.

- I just really can't afford
a lawyer right now.

- I already talked to Peter
about that and it's all covered.

You know what you need?
A chill night.

Um... I've still got
some work to finish up,

but what do you say we do dinner
at your place tonight

after your birthing class?

If you go to the market,
I will cook and clean.

Just the two of us.
How's that sound?

- Like a dream.
- Okay, um...

I will text you
when I'm heading over.

(sighs)
- Okay.

(tense music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey, are you okay?

- Yeah.

I don't know.

Just having a rough day.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

For starters, I bombed
that pitch meeting.

- Oh no. What happened?

- I thought I saw Alana.

It wasn't her, but I could've
sworn it was her.

And last night, someone tried
to break into my house.

- What?
- The front door was ajar.

So, I called Drew.

- Wait, your ex, Drew?

- Mm. So, he came over and--
- Oh.

- Oh, just to check if
everything was safe.

- Are you guys back?

- No, no, we're just friends.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

- But if he asks you to take him
back, right here, right now,

what would you say?

You would, wouldn't you?

- I would consider it, yeah.

- Right.

Um... how did you say
you knew Alana again?

Was it a friend of a friend?

- Yeah.

Anyway, I don't wanna talk
about that anymore.

- Yeah, yeah, of course.

- How are you?
How was your week?

- Yeah, good!
(instructor): Welcome,
everybody.

If I can have everyone's
attention so we can get
this class started.

(crickets chirping)

(ominous music)

(worried breaths)

(keys jingling)

- Stop! Get away!
- Whoa, whoa, it's just me.

- What do you want?

- Calm down!
What is going on with you?

- What are you doing here?

- I'm just here to give you
your money.

You've been ignoring me,
so I figured I'd just come by
and drop it off.

- Why are you having me
followed?

- What?

- I know you know what
I'm talking about, Alana.

- I really don't.

- I'm not playing your games.
- I'm not playing any games!

I'm just here to give you
your money. That's it.

I was going to leave it
under the mat,

like I said I would,
but I saw you walking up,

so I thought I'd give it
to you in person.

- Um, I told you,
I don't want it.

- You and I both know
you need it.

Look, I don't know
what's going on with you,

but you need to calm down
and take the money.

For the sake of your baby.

(♪)

See you later.

(sighs)

(Drew): Hey!
What are you doing here?

What is she...
what is she... uh...

um, are you okay?

(breathes shakily)
What... Jules?

- Okay...
- Let's get you inside.

- Yeah...

(door clicking)
- Come on.

(clears throat)

- Are you sure I can't help
with anything?

(chuckles)

- You, mother of my child,

who has had a wild day,
can sit and relax.

How's your tea?

- It's perfect. Thank you.

- So, the man you saw.

- Hmm. Yeah, I think he's been
following me.

Actually, I take that back.
I know he's been following me.

- And you're sure
Alana sent him?

- Well, I mean, why else
would he be following me?

- But Alana said she didn't
know anything about him.

- But she must be lying.

- Why would she do that?

I'm just trying to understand
the situation. That's all.

- I don't know. To... scare me
or maybe keep doing the tests?

I mean, first Ce's accident,
and now this?

It's very suspicious.

- How much was the last one for?

- I stopped counting at $10,000.

(pensive music)

- $10,000?

- I know. It's insane.

- Look, I, I'm sorry you felt
like you had to do that.

You don't have to anymore.
You don't owe her anything.

- Drew, I mean, with
your book, the baby's--

- It's all taken care of.

I applied for a loan.

It'll be squared away
before the baby comes,

but it'll buy me some more time
with the book.

We are in this together.

For better or for worse.

(chuckles under breath)
- Okay.

(laughs)

- I, I had a nice time.

- So did I.

And thank you
for cooking and cleaning.

- Thank you for the groceries.

(deep exhale)

Oh, and sleep tight,
little one.

I cannot wait to meet you.
(kisses and chuckles)

Uh, my phone is on me
if you have any issues.

- I will call.
- Promise?

- Yes, I promise.
(phone buzzes)

- Okay, um... good night.

- Good night.

(gentle music)

Hey.

(gate creaks)

(doorbell chimes)

- Coming!

Hello?

(curious music)

(keyboard clacking)

That's Bridget.

What's going on?

Journalist?

(phone buzzes)
- What?

Bridget.

(exhales)

(suspenseful music)

(Velcro scratching)

(dramatic boom)

- Okay, that... that is
very unsettling. Why?

Why, why would she lie
about who she is?

- I don't know.

- Okay. Um...

(phone rings)

But you're sure?

- Yeah, this person told me
her name was Bridget,
not Maureen.

- Okay, I don't think you should
go back there anymore.

- Where?
- The birthing class.

- Drew...
- No, Jules, I am serious.

- No, I'm going. I have
to find out who this woman is

and what she wants from me.
She could be working with Alana.

- She might be dangerous.
(phone rings)

(sighs)
- Who's... who's Kristen,

and why does she keep
calling you?

- She's... she's a woman.

(Scoffs)
- Obviously.

Why are you keeping her
a secret from me?

- She's not a secret,
she's just...

I met her at a party
a few weeks ago and...

things got a little
hot and heavy,

and one thing led
to another, and...

- So, she was a one-night
stand or...?

- Yeah.

That's... that's sort of
grown into something more.

(sentimental music)

- Oh, so you're seeing her.
- No, not officially.

Um... but yeah.

- And you like her?

Drew, that's...

- Jules, I care about you.

A lot. And...

I feel a sense of loyalty
towards you, obviously. Um...

That is why I'm here.
I always wanna be here,

whenever you need.
- But you... don't have feelings
like that for me.

- Do you still
have feelings for me?

- I mean... of course. I really
enjoy spending time with you.

- But when you think of
your life,

the person you wanna do
everything with, is...

is that me?

- No, it's not.

But Kristen?

- I don't know. I mean...
(chuckles)

Maybe she could be.

She's, she's giving
this presentation on
conservation tips.

She's an environmentalist
and um,

she invited me to go,
but then...

- Drew, you have to go.

Why didn't you tell me?
Look, I don't want her getting

the wrong idea about
what's going on between us.

I care about you a ton.
As a friend.

- I... I care about you
so much as a friend, too.

- Then, you should go.

Right now,
or I'll be mad at you.

- You sure?

- Yes, positive.

- Okay, just... just promise me
you'll at least consider

skipping the birthing class
this week?

- I'll consider it.

Go.
- Okay, uh...

(indistinct chatter)

(instructor): Okay,
welcome everybody.

I'm sure we're getting
very excited

now that we're getting closer
to the due dates.

I know a couple of you guys
had questions about

what to bring to
the hospital.

And I wanna get into detail
about what's in those bags

a little bit later.

But essentially, you're gonna
bring three bags,

one for you, one for
your partner,

and of course,
one for your baby.

(tense music)

All right, thanks so much,
guys, for a great class!

I'll see you next week!

(Jules): Hey!

Why are you pretending
to be someone else?

- Jules, what is going on?
Are you all right?
- Someone called Bridget?

- Okay, Jules, just slow down.
- I know that's not
your real name.

Tell me what you're really
doing here.

- Okay, okay,
I'll tell you everything,

but not right now.
Can you please

just keep your voice down?
- No!

- Jules, please!

- Did you steal
this woman's identity?
- No!

- Then tell me what
you're doing here! Why you're
lying about who you are.

(whispers): This stays
between us, okay?

There's a lot on the line here.

My name's Maureen Quinn.

I'm a journalist
with The Daily Gazette

and I'm writing a story about

pregnancy schemes
across the country.

- How did you find me?

It's a pretty crazy coincidence

you show up at a birthing class
with this going on?

- These schemes are a lot more
common than you think.

This is the fourth one
that I've encountered.

- Really?

- I've been to dozens of
classes across the country.

I'm interviewing people as
covertly as I can.

I read an article about a woman,

same one it seems your friend
Alana read about.

The one who gave her the idea
about selling
the positive tests.

I had to look
into this for myself.

Understand why.

Why would somebody get
caught up in something
like this?

- But why this birthing class?

- Because it's free

and it serves everyone.

I had a tip from an online
message board

and I knew to look for women
who were in the class

without a partner,

because they were the ones
that were most likely

to get wrapped up
in some kind of a scheme.

- So, you sitting next
to me that first day...

- Wasn't an accident, no.

- You used me.
- No, this story was
in the works

well before we met, but...

at first, yes.

Jules, this story's really
important to me.

This could make my career as
a journalist,

exposing something like this.

- But what about me?
You're exposing me!

- I am not using your real name.

- But this story is about me.

- No, it's not, totally.

- A little bit though, yes?

- I will protect your identity,
Jules, I promise!

- Why should I believe you?

- I have no reason
to lie to you.

- You have lied to me
this entire time.

(pensive music)

- You're right.

Listen, I'm still
in the research phase,

but Alana Temper is
a really interesting angle.

I have never seen somebody
outside the pregnancy community

initiate a scheme like this.

I don't normally do this,

but I would be happy
to show you my files,

and that way, you know
I am telling you the truth.

I've looked into multiple people
and everything I've found
on Alana is...

well, it's not great, at best.

I'm not saying that
she's dangerous,

but there are things in her past
that you need to see.

- Like what?

- I'll tell you everything.

You give me one hour

and I'll meet you
at the coffee shop.

- Everything?
- Everything.

There are things in these files
that you need to see.

This isn't the first time
Alana's done something
like this.

She's known for her
get-rich-quick schemes.

And from what I found, her last
one involved cryptocurrency.

(tense music)

- Okay, fine.

One hour, at the coffee shop.

- Okay. I'll see you there.

(crickets chirping)

(ominous music)
(gasps)

- Get in the house!
Get in the house!

(screams)

(door slams)

(sobbing): Please! Please!
Please!

(screams)
- Stop screaming.

(muffled scream)
- Stop!

I'll remove my hand

if you promise to stop
screaming, okay?

- Mm-hmm!

(screams)
- Stop!

I said stop screaming.

Please, I just wanna talk.
I don't wanna hurt you.

I just wanna talk, okay?

(sobbing)

Do you promise?
- Mm-hmm.

(panting)

- There has to be a way
to fix this.

You have to fix this!

- Fix what? Fix what?

- Do you realize what you did?!

- I don't know what you're
talking about!

(panting)

- Hey! Hey! Get back here!

You're not going anywhere.
(screams)

Not until you fix this.

You ruined my life,
do you know that?

It was a one-night stand.

It wasn't supposed to mean
anything!

But then, Sheila came back
with one of your tests.

It was positive.
She claimed to be pregnant.

Started making all sorts of
demands, mostly money.

So much money!

(scared exhale)
And then, my wife
Megan found out.

Yeah. She didn't take it
real well.

Took the kids and left.

She went to my office.
Told everyone there what I did

and what kind of man
she thought I was.

I lost my job, my home,
and my family.

All because of you.

Sheila even admitted it came
from a friend of a friend.

Alana.

So, I started keeping an eye
on Alana. Biding my time.

But when I saw her come here,

to your house and I saw you
and your belly,

I knew you were
the person to blame.

(threatening music)

I have nothing left.

- I am so sorry.

I should never have agreed
to take the tests.

Never agreed to sell them.
I'm...

I should have shut it down
earlier.

- Why didn't you?
- Alana, she was...
she was blackmailing me.

She was threatening me.

But I'm not afraid of her
anymore.

I will go to the police
and turn myself and Alana in.

- You will?
- Yes.

It's the right thing to do.

- When?

- Now.

Now, I will,
I will meet you there.

(tense electronic music)

- Uh... okay.

(door closes)

(heavy breathing)

(footsteps approaching)

(decisive music)

(outgoing ringtone)

- Hey, it's Drew,
how's it going?

(sighs)
Wait, you called me.

Leave a message.

- Drew, it's me. Um...

I'm going to the police station
to... to tell them everything,

and it's a long story, but um...

can you please meet me there?
Please?

(sighs): Oh, where are you?

(deep exhale)

(tense music)

Oh, God! Hey! Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey!

Hey, wake up! Wake up!
Can you hear me? Hey!

- You're not going
to the cops, Jules.

(grunts)
- No!

(stressful music)

(panting)

(bat rattles)

(outgoing ringtone)

(phone buzzes)

(Maureen): Jules? Where are you?
(grunts)

(Alana): Give me the phone.

Give me the phone!

(phone clatters)

- Please! Please! Please
think of the baby! Please!

Think of the baby, please!
Please!

- Jules! Jules!

Shoot!

(dramatic music)

Uh, police! I need to talk
to the police!

It's an emergency!

(panting)
- Alana, please, can we
talk about this?

(snorts)

- I think we're a little bit
past that. Don't you?

I even warned you about
Bridget, with the envelope.

- Why are you doing this?

- You have no idea
how lucky you are.

How privileged.

You have never had everything
you've ever worked for

ripped out from under you!
(scoffs)

He destroyed my life.

I married him.

Gave him access to everything.

And he gambled it...
all away.

Under my name!

Just bad bet after bad bet.

Real deadbeat.

But then, that night,
at Celia's,

I thought I found
a kindred spirit in you.

I thought that we were gonna be
single girls together.

Rebuild ourselves together.

Without those men
dragging us down.

(sniffles)

And then, we found out that
you were pregnant
and you needed money.

(laughs): And I realized...
this is it!

I could take advantage of it--

We... could take advantage
of this situation.

And... I could make...

all my money back.

And it's working, Jules!

It's working!
(laughs)

We are building
something special here.

Something... lucrative.

And we're not stopping.
Not now.

(grave music)

- Alana, please.

You don't have to do all this.

There... there are other ways.

I talked to Drew.

He's gonna talk to his lawyer
friend tonight.

(chuckles)

- Oh, uh... you didn't hear

about the... father of
your baby?

He was involved in
a hit-and-run.

(singsong): He's in
the hospital.

(snorts)

(music intensifies)

- No!

(screams)

Why?!
(Alana laughs)

Why would you do that?!

(gasps)

- Celia, you did that too,
didn't you?

(choking and coughing)

(panicked breaths)

(dramatic music)

(screams)

(pants)

(relieved sigh)

(distant police sirens wailing)

(grunts)

(birds chirping)

Yes, I will have the draft
design to you this afternoon.

No, thank you, Ann-Marie.

I'm really excited to be
working with you.

(baby crying on monitor)

Okay. Drew?

- Yep?
- Baby's up.

(uplifting music)

- One step ahead of you.
- Hmm?

- Say good morning.
"Good morning, Mama!"

(giggles)
- Hi, baby!

Wanna come to Mama? Yes.

(baby coos)
- Oh.

- Okay, you got her?
- Yeah, I got her. Oh.

(chuckles)

- Um, you sure you're okay
to cover me?

I know it's technically
my shift.

- Yes, I'm sure. Plus,
I need you to cover me next week

for Maureen's award ceremony.

- Oh, she won?
- She did.

Best undercover story.
- Good for her.

- I know. I'm proud of her.
She deserves it.

Ce and I are going
for emotional support.

- As co-contributors to
the groundbreaking piece. Oh.

(baby coos)
(chuckles)

I'm proud of you, Jules.

- Thank you.
(chuckles)

I'm glad I'm doing this
with you, co-parenting.

- Me too.

- Okay, you should get going.
You're going to be late.

Ce will be here any minute.
We're having a girls' night.

- Oh!

- Oh, speaking of. Hi, Ce!
- Hey!

- Hey, Ce.

- Come on in!

- Hi, baby girl! Hi!
(giggles)

I'm gonna throw these in water.
- Thank you.

- All right, um, I will see you
tomorrow.

You be good for Mama
and Auntie Ce-Ce. Okay.

(kisses)
(shushes)

Okay.

Okay.
- Thank you.

- Bye.
- Say, bye, Dada.

Say, bye, Dada.
Say, bye, Dada.

(shushes)

(gentle music)

Good girl.
(kisses)

Let's go see Auntie Ce-Ce, hey?

Yeah. Mm-hmm.
(baby coos)