All language subtitles for baby snatcher

Cal?

Cal.

Baby.

(GRUNTING)

What? What is it?

(EXHALING)

I can't take this anymore.

What? Tell me.
I'll make it better.

I can't breathe.

You're taking up all the air.

I feel like I'm drowning.

I don't understand.

I can't stay here.
Not cut out for this anymore.

I tried.

Maybe I didn't.

I don't know anything anymore.
I just know that
I don't wanna be married.

Not anymore.

Not to you.

Tell me what I can do. There
has to be something. Tell me!

You can't do anything.
It's already done.

I filed for divorce
three days ago.

I'm sorry.

(GASPING)

Cal!

Get back in the house.
It's 1:00 in the morning.

I don't wanna put on
a show for the neighbors.

I'm pregnant.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, boy.

That's pretty damn convenient.

Not for me!

I'm 38. I wouldn't humiliate
myself with a 17-year-old's
line if it wasn't the...

Forget it.

Let me know where
to send your things.

Wait a second,
wait a second, wait a second.

Why are you telling
me this now?

I just found out this week.

When was I going to
tell you, Cal?
Between battles?

You know what my CO
would say if I divorced
a pregnant woman?

It's none of his business!

Yeah, right.
I'll be sure to tell him that

when he puts in
my efficiency rating

that I walked out
on my unborn child.

You have to do what
you have to do, Cal.

Like being in
a damn spider web.

Please don't go.
I don't feel well.

Oh, sweetheart,
I know.

Oh, oh, come here.

JENNY: Here's your
lipstick, Mama.

I know, but I have
to go to work, okay?

I'll tell you
what though.

I'll give you a call
at lunch time.

Huh? Would you like that?

Oh, I know. Better yet, why
don't you call me, hmm?
That'd be fun, wouldn't it?

No, I want you to stay.
Wanna give me a call?

Why can't you stay?

JENNY: Hurry, Mama.
Oh, sweetie.

Oh, Karen, you shouldn't
be packing that boy around.
He's too heavy.

Okay. Now remember, Mom,
he needs his eardrops in
about half an hour.

And he can't take
any medicine on
an empty stomach,

so give him, like, half
an apple or something
before he takes his aspirin.

I've got
your sweater, Mama.
(CAR HORN HONKING)

It's David, Mama.

Okay.

Oh, thanks.

Got the other one?
There we go.

(HONKING CONTINUES)

RUTH: Hurry, Karen.

It wouldn't do
to inconvenience David.

Now remember,
you call me at lunch

or I'm gonna be very unhappy.

And you? You wait for me.
Okay.

I'm gonna pick you up
after school.

(HONKING)

What are you honking for?
(GIGGLING)

In a hurry.
Gotta get to work.

Oh.

You just couldn't wait to
have a kiss, could you?

Just hang a big sign on
the house that says
"Honk if you want a kiss."

(HONKING)
Shh! My mother
is watching.

How'd she get out here
so early? On her broomstick?

No. I sent her an SOS.

My babysitter
called in sick, so...

Don't insult my mother.
She saved my life.

So, do you want me to open it?

Oh, that's for me?

Don't be coy.

What is it? Christmas?

Why are you always buying
me things, Karen?

Well, I didn't buy this.

I made it.

God, Karen.

What do you mean,
"Oh, God, Karen"?

It's beautiful. You made that?

You knitted
that yourself?
Yes.

With my own two hands. I think
the colors are perfect.

When am I gonna wear it?

Oh, come on. You can wear this
anywhere. At home, at work.

That way you'll have
to think about me.

Karen, I...

All right, not at home.

It's just that I never wear
anything that beautiful,

especially at work, you know?

People will notice.

And maybe say
something to your wife.

I don't know what I was
thinking. I guess I forgot.

Can you
come by tonight?

I hope I can.

I'll call you.

(MAN ARGUING)

I would not go in there
if I were you.

Keeley was late again.

And she's getting canned
in a very loud way.

Great. I was going to ask
for an extra week on my
maternity leave this morning.

Cute. Who was he?

Oh, um... He's just
a friend from in town.

My car's in the shop, so he
drove out, gave me a lift.

You should've called
me. I live so close.

Oh, thanks. But, you
know, I didn't want to
bother you.

I don't mind, we're friends.

(SOBBING)

Hey, I'm not paying you
to sit out here and court
lung cancer, Diana.

You're late, Karen.
I'm sorry. Kevin has
an ear infection.

Three times in two weeks.
I know, I'm sorry.

Hey, things are rough
all over. Look, I hired you

because I needed a
reliable store manager

and you needed a job.

Upfront, you asked
for a month's maternity leave
and I gave it to you.

Now all this stuff is not
part of the deal.

You either get it together
or you get out. End of story.

So...

Conflict.

Not with your mother
or your brother or
your boyfriend or like,

between nations.

But inside yourself,
feeling two things
at the same time.

It's all right, you know.
Everybody does it.

There's a wonderful book
about teenagers

and how they feel about
their parents. It's titled,

Go Away I Hate You!
(ALL LAUGHING)

But in smaller print,

"But first drive me and
Connie to the movies."

Huh? (LAUGHING)

See?

Anger and desire

to run at the same time with

love and dependency,
which probably brings
us back to anger,

which conflicts with love,
and so it goes, in circles.

One mother I know

has a big sign

she holds in front of her

when her teenagers are
starting to give her
some grief.

"So why don't you leave home
since you already know
everything?"

(LAUGHING)

You think that mother
really hates her kids
and wants them to leave?

Yeah.
(ALL LAUGHING)

All right, quick.

If there are any mothers
or daughters here

who are angry
about anything...

All right, all right.
What is it? Come on.

Nothing. (LAUGHING)
Come on.

Are you pregnant?
(LAUGHING)

Hi, Momma.

How was your day, pal?

It was okay.

Just okay?

Tracy Miller is having a
Halloween party this Saturday.

Well, that sounds like fun.

I wasn't invited.

I'm sorry, sweetheart. I know
it's hard changing schools,

being the new girl. But you'll
meet people, you will.

Hey, you know what
I was thinking?

Remember my prom dress?
Mmm-hmm.

Well, what do you say
we get it out,

we get the scissors,

and we make
a great new dancing outfit
for your Barbie.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

(PHONE RINGING)

I'll get it.

Hello?

David. Mom, it's David.

Thank you. Hello. Hi.
Are we gonna...

Yeah. Uh, that's okay.

No, of course, I understand.

Is David coming?

Here we go.

We're gonna to get you so fit,
you'll scare yourself.

I don't...

(SIGHING) I don't
feel so well.

I guess that's why they
call it morning sickness.

(RETCHING)

I'm leaving.
I'll see you tonight.

ALL: Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

(COUNTING CONTINUES)

(SIGHS)

Cal will like ponies.

Men like ponies.

Ponies are perfect.

(GASPS)

Oh, great. That's great.

And nobody cleans up the
table round here anymore?

(SNIFFING)

Smells like a paint
factory around here.

Bianca!

Could've cracked
a few windows.

Bianca.

You planning on cooking
dinner tonight or am I
supposed to make it myself?

Crying out loud,
I'm supposed to pay
for all this stuff.

Oh, my God.

Bianca?

I need a doctor, quick!

Somebody get me a doctor.
Well, there is a new one.

Get out of my way,
you little jerk!

I'm Captain Hudson.
This is my wife.

She's four months pregnant.
She fell off a ladder.

It's all right now.
Everything will be fine,
Captain.

Just let us do what we're
paid to do.

Hello there.
Welcome back. I'm Dr. Beinart.

Cal?
Cal's fine.

I wish I could say
the same for you.

What kind of tests have
you done on me?
Where's my husband?

We sent him
home to get some
fresh clothing for you.

Mrs. Hudson,
you are very sick.

I won't play games with you.
This fall you took
from the ladder...

I didn't really fall,
I got dizzy, that's all.
I got down all right.

I've been throwing up
a lot lately. It's...

It's the morning sickness.

No, it isn't
morning sickness, Mrs. Hudson.
I wish it were that simple.

Look, the vomiting,
the dehydration,

the dizziness, blackouts?

They're all signs of
acute diabetes.

Nah. No, that's not possible.

You've probably been
borderline for years

and now it's becoming
dangerously severe.

Well, this isn't
the Middle Ages.

Surely this is something
you can control?

Well, that's true,
Mrs. Hudson,

but your husband tells us
you're four months pregnant,

and given the severity
of your condition,

well, I'm not
at all sure you can carry
a healthy baby to term.

What are you saying?

That I should terminate
my pregnancy?

I want you to be prepared for
the likelihood that there
could be damage to the fetus.

And until we run
some tests, we just won't...
No.

You don't understand.
This baby is very important,
I can't lose this baby.

Come on now.
We don't have to

cross that bridge until
we get to it. Hmm?

Even in
the worst-case scenario,

this doesn't have to be
the end of your childbearing.

We get you back on your
feet again, 100 percent,

there is no reason why
you can't try again,
in a year or so.

(SOBBING)

I don't have a year.

I want to see my husband,
I want to see Cal.

All right, all right.
All right, all right.

I'll go see if he's back.

Doctor.

Don't tell him, please?

That's my place.

All right.

But, Mrs. Hudson,
your husband needs
to know, and soon.

(SOBBING)

(SOBBING)

CAL: Bianca?

I brought you some sweats

and a squadron T-shirt that
you like to, uh...

Something comfortable.
I couldn't find a suitcase.

Did you talk to Dr. Beinart?

He said you needed
to talk to me.

Did he say why?

Bianca, I don't even know
why you wanna see me,
after the way I behaved.

God, you know, um...

When I saw you
lying on the floor,

you looked so breakable.

I just

realized for the first time

there's a life inside.

An actual life.

And...

I wanted it.

I want the baby.

I sort of made
a promise to God that, um,

if you got through it and
the baby survived, that

I'd be a good father.

Or learn how to be.

Oh, God. This whole thing

scares the hell out of me.

I sound like a jerk.

But this stuff...

Not very good at it, I guess.

Never will be.

You're fine.

And I'm fine.

And our baby's
going to be fine too.

You need this baby like
you need more bad luck.

Don't give me that look.

I've been looked at harder
by meaner monkeys than you.

Mom, if you didn't wanna help,
why don't you just say so?

Did I say that?

What I said was
two kids are enough.

And you with no husband.

I had a husband.
And now you have somebody
else's husband.

How is Mrs. Anderson?

I don't know, Mom. You tell
me. You seem to know so much
more about my life than I do.

I know I didn't raise
my daughter to sleep
around with married men.

Jenny, sweetheart, please
would you take Kevin outside

to the backyard to play
before it gets too cold?

But, Mama,
we wanna help.

Please. Before
the sun goes down.

KEVIN: Mama,
why can't we help?

Don't you ever talk like
that in front of my kids
again. Do you hear me?

I suppose half of
Saratino heard you.

I don't know why it's
worse for me to say it
than for you to shack up...

You see? That is why
I moved out here.

To keep you and all these
other busybodies...

(SIGHING) Mom,

I'm not stupid.

I know how this looks.

But David's love for me
is just something that...

If he loves you so much,

why hasn't he
married you, huh?

Did he pay for any of this?

Has he paid for anything?

How does he expect you,
let alone your baby,

to survive on what you
make at that pizza joint?

It's not that simple.

He doesn't wanna hurt her.

Besides, he's got his
kids to think about.

It's just not that simple.

Karen, I can take everything
except your being a fool.

If you got pregnant thinking
to bring David to heel,

then you are in for nothing
but hard times.

You mark my words.

BIANCA: And I don't think
you understand

the depth of my husband's
religious convictions,
or mine for that matter.

We simply can't accept
abortion as an option,
Dr. Beinart.

So these tests are

totally unnecessary.
Besides, I know my baby
is perfectly healthy.

DR. BEINART: Mrs. Hudson,

you have to believe me
when I tell you

we could be talking about a
severely impaired child
who would never lead...

(SIGHING) Mrs. Hudson, I feel
it's my duty to speak directly
with the Captain.

Captain Beinart, I'm
keeping the baby.

And I don't think your
commanding officer would
like to hear that

you tried to coerce a couple
into doing something against
their religious principles.

Of course not.

No, I didn't think so.

(TELEVISION PLAYING)

KAREN: Can't be right.

(SIGHING) It just can't be.

Oh, where does this all go?

Where does this all go?

(SIGHING)

DAVID: Ho! Ho! Ho!
Merry Christmas!

JENNY: Mama, come look.

KEVIN: David, what's in
the bag? What's in the bag?
DAVID: Catch it, here.

Mama, look at the tree
David brought.

It's beautiful.

What would I do without you?

DAVID: Ho, ho, ho!

Ho, ho, ho!

KAREN: Okay, okay.

JENNY: Wow, she's beautiful!

One, two, three, show time.

Wow!
Yay!

Looks great, huh?

Hey. You feel that?

What?

Uh-oh. Restless.

What's that?

Speak up,
I can't hear you.

Oh, she says the food is good,

but she needs
a bigger apartment.

(LAUGHING)

Merry Christmas.

Mom.

Grandma! (LAUGHING)

I didn't know
you were coming.

Since when do I need
an appointment to see
my daughter?

Mom, please don't do this.

Guess I'll be
heading home, Karen.
You don't have to go.

It's getting late.

You got another
tree to trim, David?

Why do you have to do this?

Is it my fault I don't
like to see my daughter
being used by...

He's not using me.

He loves me.

And I love him. Why can't you
just accept that?

Oh, yeah. Merry Christmas.

This guy, he's coming
down, he's coming down,
and then he puts up the hook

and then he bounces off
and misses the cable.

Then he goes up
and goes back around
and then comes back in

and then he's barely got
enough room to make
another pass.

About six and a half,
actually.

Six and a half months?
Are you serious?

Well, actually,
it's closer to seven.

I don't believe you.
(CHUCKLING)

Those ankles.
They're miniscule.
They don't exist.

And look at that belly.
I'm bigger than I look.

It's the dress. It, uh,

covers a multitude of sins.

Oh, you couldn't have hidden
my belly under a circus tent
by seven months.

Isn't that so, Russ?

Hey, Russell.

You say something, honey?
(CHUCKLING)

I tell you, it's like they're
from a different planet.

Some questions better
left unanswered.

(LAUGHING)

Anything dealing with
a woman's weight
falls into that category.

Hey, Cal! Two and half
months to go.

You must be getting
to be quite the hand
at "pant and push."

Lamaze.

Are you saying you escaped
the natural childbirth hell?

Well, er...

I guess I just
didn't see the point.

And you told Bianca that?
Well, no.

Well, actually she said fine.
MAN: Fine?

Oh, man, some guys
have all the luck. (LAUGHING)

Who did you say
your OB-GYN is?

Captain Miller?

Uh, no. A townie actually.

Good for you. Some things
just aren't Air Force,

like stirrups
and oddly placed mirrors.

(ALL LAUGHING)

I always wanted a town doctor,
but Clark said, why pay for
what you can get for free?

You're a lucky one
to have a husband like Cal.

I tell myself that every day.

Are you sure the doctor said
it was okay for you to be
so cold all the time?

Maybe I should turn
up the furnace.

No, don't do that, you'd bake.

You know you hate it
when it gets above 60.

Yeah, but I'm not pregnant.

Really, I'd rather
just bundle up.

Artificial heat gives me
terrible headaches.

Since when?

Since I got pregnant, goose.

You know how
pregnant women get.

Be thankful I'm not sending
you out into the dark for

rocky road and

kosher pickles. (LAUGHING)

Well, if you did need anything
for the baby,

you would tell me, right?

What's the matter, Cal?

This natural childbirth thing.

Do you think it's something,
uh, that we should do?

Do you think it would be
better for the baby?

I mean, do you wanna do it?

Do you?

Yeah, I would.

Cal, you'd hate those classes.

Fat women panting like
old dogs in August.

(GROANS)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Yeah, but I would though.

You get squeamish when
I cut up a fryer.

You let me
take care of this, hmm?

I wanna make love.

I know what
Dr. Beinart said about

the diabetes and all that,
but...

Hmm.

You look
pretty good.

Cal?
Hmm?

It wouldn't be safe.

Not for the baby.

(SNIFFLES)

All right.

Cal?

Go to sleep.

Atta girl.
DOCTOR: Good. Come on.

You can give me
one more push.

Give it to me now.
Atta girl. Atta girl.

Come on, baby. Come on.
That's it.
That's it now, come on.

Come on, it's coming!

One more push. Come on!

There you go, Karen!

(LAUGHING) Good!
That's it. That's it.

Yeah.
(BABY CRYING)

(RUTH LAUGHING)
Look at that!
There you go, Karen.

Say hello to a brand new,
healthy daughter.

Sweetheart.

Oh, Sophie, hello!

(LAUGHING)

God, she looks like
Grandpa Munster.
(RUTH LAUGHING)

Oh, sweetheart.

She's so beautiful.

About ready? I need to take
Sophie back to the
nursery soon.

Well, could I keep her
a little while longer?

I'm expecting someone.

All right, but just
a few minutes more.

The other babies are all
going down for the night.

Besides, visiting hours
are almost over.

Hi, Karen.

Hi.

Looks like I'm a little late.

It's okay.

Well, do you want to hold your
baby daughter, Mr. Anderson?

(BABY CRYING)

Oh, isn't she beautiful?

She will be beautiful.
She takes after her mommy.

This is crazy.

Come on, Karen.

Karen, not now.
Come on.

God, I thought you would
take one look at Sophie

and just melt.

I thought you would decide
right on the spot that
you had to stay.

You know that's impossible.

At least right now, and I've
never promised you

more than I could give you.

I am going to love this baby.

You'll see.

You're gonna miss
all her firsts.

Her first step,
her first word,

her first date.

Her first broken heart.

(SOBBING)

Hudson! Cal!

It's a good thing I caught up
with you, or the wife
would have my head.

Now that the holidays
are out of the way,

Lindsey and some of the other
officers' wives wanna throw
a baby shower for Bianca.

Truth is, I think they feel
a little guilty for not
having one sooner.

Anyhow, what I'm supposed
to find out from you is, you
know, what's a good day?

Uh, Bianca's due soon,
isn't she?

Due?

Oh, yeah.
(CHUCKLING) Right.

Shower, huh?
Yeah, you know,

punch, cookies,
really stupid games.

There's this is
one with cotton balls and
a wooden spoon. It's tribal.

Anyway, check with Bianca,
get back to me ASAP

so that I can get
the Commander-in-Chief
off my back.

CAL: Okay.

(SIGHING)

I'm sorry. I just don't
see the point.

This baby already has
everything it could possibly
need for the next 10 years.

Bauer is the head
of my department.

And if his wife wants to
give you a baby shower...

If he wants to adopt you,
I'm not gonna say no.

But I don't really know her.
None of those women.
I'd feel silly, awkward.

Well, I'm gonna feel a damn
sight more silly if Bauer gets
down on my case.

And we're just talking about
a baby shower here,

it's not the end
of civilization as we know it.

Give me a date.

Here, taste this,
it's your favorite.

Get out of here with that!
Now you're making
an idiot out of me.

Cal, this isn't like you.

Look. I don't like being
in the dark.

I got no dates, no info.

Look, how can you get so
excited about a shower

when you don't even know
what a shower is?

I don't give a diddly-squat
about a baby shower!

I wanna know
the date, the due date.

When the hell is
my baby coming?

February.

Wow. Well! (CHUCKLING)

I guess that narrows it down.

That gives us 28 options.

The 20th, the 21st,
it's not an exact science.

Okay.

20th.

21st.

There it is.

In case you change your mind,
you know?

(TELEVISION PLAYING)

(KAREN SINGING LULLABY)

(CONTINUES SINGING)

MAN: Mrs. Hudson,
all our clients stress privacy
in the matter of adoption.

You and the captain appear to
be perfect candidates for
the kind of work that we do.

How soon?

Well, these things take time,

but in your case,

I wouldn't be surprised if you
were up to your elbows
in diapers within the year.

A year?

But I need, uh...

I was thinking maybe
a week or two.

Three at the most.

Look, uh...

I can make it
worth your while.

Mrs. Hudson,
you're very kind,

but I think
we'll pass on that.

Of course,
if you'd like to find...

KAREN: Okay, great. So all the
numbers will be by the
telephone in the kitchen,

okay, and Jenny and Kevin
know where everything is.
(LAUGHS)

MRS. JOHNSON:
Oh, that will be fine.

Oh, perfect. Then I'll
see by 7:00 on the 19th.
Yes.

Thanks, Mrs. Johnson. Bye.
Bye-bye.

Thank you.

RECEPTIONIST: Can I help you?

Uh, no. No, thank you.

Ma'am? Ma'am!
You forgot your flowers.

And the children are how old?

Three and five.

Yes. That is when
they start to be fun,

but I'm better with infants.

Thank you, though.

(ALARM RINGING)

(ALARM STOPS)

Sweetheart, can you just
stay still for a minute?

Oh, come on!
Kevin, Kevin, that's enough.

(SIGHS)

Mom, I know what you said.

I thought this time I had
finally found a reliable
babysitter.

Well, for crying out loud,
she looked like Aunt Bea.

Yes, I asked for references.

I can't miss work.
Mom, it's my first day back.
I have to open.

I can't lose this job!

Mom, I know you said
you didn't want to spend

the rest of your life
babysitting grandkids,

but I have nobody
else to call.

Mom, please?

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

Come on, Mom, I gotta go.
Look, the ad is still running,

so if anybody calls about it,
just set up an interview,

talk to them, just try
and give me a couple
to choose from, all right?

Ooh, you trust
my judgment that far?

Mom! Here.

There you go. Got her?
Okay, great! Thanks.

Hello, sweetie...

Pretty girl, yes.

Oh, I'm going to miss
you, sweetheart.

Look, I'll be back at
noon to nurse her.

And she felt a little warm
this morning, so can you
keep an eye on that?

And if, uh, she starts running
a fever, just be sure...

And go all to pieces.
Good heavens, Karen!

I have raised more
than a few kids to voting age.

Cut Granny some slack, okay?

Oh, Sophie, wanna say
goodbye to Mama?

Want to say, "Bye-bye, Mama"?

Come on, let's go say,
"Bye-bye, Mama."

(PHONE RINGING)

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

Williams. Yes, about the ad.

Yes? Yes, the job
is still open.

Newborn. Well, four weeks,
that's about as close
as you can get, right?

No, that's fine.
I have a map.

Now that's 10:30, yes?

Mmm, that's right.

Lang, Marcy Lang.

Yes. I'll see you
then, Mrs. Benson.

(GROWLING)

Such a pretty boy.

Oh, my Karen makes pretty
kids, there's no denying that.

The older one, Jessie?

(CHUCKLES) Jenny.

That's right, Jenny.

She's in the first grade now?

Yes, she'd be in no trouble.
She goes to school at 7:30

and doesn't get home until...

Oh, Marcy, these references!

I don't know if my Karen
can afford you.

Well, it's... It's really
not a matter of the money.

I love babies, children.

Babysitting gets me out
of the house for a few hours.

(PHONE RINGING)

Want to see
the nursery, Marcy?

Oh, I need to get that.

Would you mind holding her?

Not at all. I'd love to.

Williams. Yeah. Uh-huh.

That's right. Full time,
three kids.

I think the job may be taken,
but hold on a minute.

I'll write that
down for Karen.

Uh-huh? Yeah.

Uh-huh?

KEVIN: Come on,
you'll like it.
We helped Mom pick it up.

Yeah.

Uh-huh. Okay. Right.

All right.

We have a lot of new
things for the baby.

She put my pictures
on all the walls.

I think I'll give Sophie
all my dinosaurs.

Marcy, are you coming?

All right. All right, Lewis.
I'll have her call you.

Yeah, okay, bye-bye.

(CAR DRIVING AWAY)

Kevin! Kevin, do
you have Sophie?

No, Gran. Marcy's got her.

(PHONE RINGING)

Diana?

Diana, could you get that?

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

Miranda's Pizza.

Hey, Karen, it's your mom.
Probably lost the TV remote.

Yeah, Mom.

Mom, call 911.

Mom, call 911.
I'll be right there.

So did you tell her, or are
you going to make her suffer?

I have to go.
Hey, we open in half an hour.

I have to go.
What about the lunch cooks?

I can't cook. I don't even
know how to fire the ovens!

God, please let her be fine.
Please just let her
be there. Please!

MAN: Up along that fence.
Dig over there.

Karen, I'm so sorry.

I can't believe...
You can't know,
she was so nice...

(SOBBING)
I thought we'd struck gold.

What are they doing here?
I don't understand this.

I'm afraid it's standard
procedure in cases like
this, Mrs. Williams.

Cases like this?

What does that mean?

Why are these people
digging up my front yard?

Why aren't they out
looking for my baby?

We put an APB out on a woman
using the description
your mother gave us,

along with a description
of the car.

RUTH: I can't believe this.
I can't believe any of it.

She was so nice,
so well-dressed and so clean.

When the phone rang,
it was the most natural thing
in the world

to ask her to hold the baby.

You have to understand,
Mrs. Williams,

it's our experience
in cases like this that
the baby wasn't taken

by an outsider but
by a person who knew...

You just gave my baby
to a total stranger?

What?
Some woman you've never
seen before in your life?

No, but Karen, I told you.
She... She was so
clean and her smile,

Karen, she had
the loveliest smile...
Did you ever love her, Mom?

Did you ever love her?
Did you ever think of her as
one of your own grandchildren?

Like Jenny or Kevin?
I love Sophie!

Did you, Mom? You never...
Mrs. Williams,

if I could
just ask you a few questions.

I don't know anything.
Oh, God! How am I
going to tell David?

I can just tell you
the demographic spread.

The sheer numbers of people
we can reach who
have no access at all

to high-tech
medical procedures.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I'm sorry, ladies
and gentlemen,
I hate to interrupt.

David, there's a call for you.

Now? Just...

I think maybe you'll want
to take it. Now.

I'm sorry.
Just excuse me a moment.

Why didn't you
tell me about this?

Why didn't you trust me?
Let go of me, Kurt.

David. David,
what do you call this?

You call this
making a decision?
The receptionist?

Karen Williams?

You're going to wreck
your life and everything
we've built together

for a receptionist?

That's why she quit.
Because you
knocked her up.

Great! Good
thinking all around.

I ought to take you to...
You're my boss, Kurt.

You do what you have to do.

I'm not your boss.
I'm your friend!

That's what kills me.
You stonewall me
for months,

then you drop a bomb like this
Karen Williams thing.

Karen Williams thing?

Some weirdo kidnapped
my baby, you get it?

She stole my little girl.

Why didn't Anne tell me
about this situation?

Why did you guys
shut me out like this?

Because Anne doesn't
know yet.

And you're going to go
public with this?

I beg you, buddy.
Don't, David. Think!

When people find out
about this little
love nest of yours,

you're through!

You're not going
to look good no matter
how you handle this.

You said you were at work
when the baby was taken.

Can anyone substantiate that?

The airport lead
didn't pan out.

I'm sorry, what?

You said you were at work
when the baby was taken.

Can anyone substantiate that?

You know, I don't understand.

My mother told the police
exactly what happened.

I have told you
everything I know.

What are you people
still doing here?

Why don't you go out
and find my baby?

David.

I'm sorry,
I should have been here.

Ah! Enter the boyfriend.

Who are you?

DePaul, FBI.

What are you doing
to find Sophie?

All we can,
Mr. uh, Anderson.

Mr. Anderson,
what does your wife
think about

your little arrangement
with the...

What the hell does that
have to do with anything?

My wife...
Is also a possible suspect.

That's crazy.

She doesn't know
anything about us.

She doesn't!

I mean, one of the reasons
I moved here

when I first got pregnant

was to keep things private.

Private. Uh-huh.

Maybe your wife wanted
you to believe that
she was in the dark.

Did you ever think about that?
That's ridiculous.

There's not a deceitful
bone in the woman's body.

You mean to stand there
and tell me that the thought
never crossed

either one of your minds
that she was the one
who did this?

Hey, Hudson,
someone kick your dog?

Something wrong?

No, uh...
Bianca had the baby.

A baby! Well, all right,
Air Force, all right!

(ALL TALKING EXCITEDLY)

Boy or girl?
Uh, she had a girl.

You're sure?
Now, now that's fantastic!

Boys ain't worth spit.

Aren't we proof of that, huh?

(ALL LAUGHING)

How's Bianca doing?

Er, she's fine.

A little tired
and glad to be home, I guess.

Oh, well, wait a sec.
She had a baby today and they
already let her go home?

Well, that's what she said.
Uh, she's always been
a very strong woman.

I guess so.
Did the hospital give
her a bed,

or just a bullet with
directions to
the nearest bush?

(ALL LAUGHING)

She said her water
broke at work and that's
all I know, so...

I guess I got to go home.

Thanks.
ALL: Congratulations!

Someone win the lottery?

Bianca had a baby.
A little girl.

That is one
tough cookie.

Bianca!

Bianca.

Bianca!

Don't you want to see
your baby girl,
Captain Hudson?

(BABY CRYING)

She has my mother's eyes.

You don't have to go
through with this.

Look at you!
Look what it's doing to you.

You heard Lieutenant Thompson.

He said that
sometimes this is...

I don't give a damn what
Lieutenant Thompson
says, or DePaul.

He's a sanctimonious bastard.

He doesn't give
a damn about Sophie.

Or you. Or me. Or Anne.

I've got to protect
her too, somehow.

(SCOFFS)

Yeah, I guess she
took it pretty hard.

Hard isn't the word for it.
How do you think she took it?

Well, I guess right now,
I don't really care.

You don't want me to go on TV
because you're afraid

I'm going to use your name.

Is that it? Is that
what you're trying to tell me?

Karen, it's time.

I know this is
a tough one, Karen.

I know it's the last thing
you want to do.

Open your heart to
every Tom, Dick or Harry
with a TV.

But honey, I got to tell you,

unless we get your
story out there,

unless we flood the state
with Sophie's picture
and your grief...

We're bucking
long odds as it is.

JOURNALIST 1: Here she comes.
Get pictures.

JOURNALISTS: Karen, Karen!

JOURNALIST 2: Karen,
who took your baby?

Do you know this woman?

(CLAMORING)

You can do it, Karen.

Yesterday morning, a woman,

she said her name
was, uh, Marcy Lang.

This woman came into my home

and stole my little girl,

my Sophie Louise.

She just took her!

(SOBBING)

I don't want to
hurt this woman,

I just want Sophie back.

I just want my daughter back.

No, it's too round.
It's too round.

The jawline was, uh, sharper.

Uh, I think
the eyes were deeper.

No, no. Maybe, maybe, uh,
wider, you know, because
the nose was broader.

I said broader. Can't you
understand broader?

We've been at this for hours

and all you've
come up with is some
kind of street punk.

I... I wanna go home.

Karen needs me and I need
to be doing something real.

DePAUL: Do you love your
children, Ms. Williams?

What do you mean,
do I love my children?

What kind of
a question is that?

A straight and forward kind.
What do we have here?

A young unmarried woman,
two kids. A dead-end job.

Married lover making
no real effort to divorce
his wife and lighten the load.

Wham-bam, you get
pregnant and lover boy
still drags his heels.

Why are you doing this to me?

You know, that's exactly
what Mrs. Anderson said
when we questioned her.

Thought she was going to
take off lover boy's head

when he finally let her
know what was up.

But, uh, when
the smoke settled,

she was crying in
his arms and he
was telling her

how sorry he was
and how everything was
going to be all right.

Some guy out there,
real lady killer.

So, uh, maybe you're in
a post-holiday slump,

maybe, uh, you take
a good look in the mirror

and you don't like
what you see,

maybe, uh... Maybe you don't
see any other way out.

Is that how it happened?

You can tell me, Karen.
I just want to help you.

What did you do
with the baby, Karen?

Are you crazy?

I didn't do anything.

Tell me where you
hid the body.

You tell me and I'll try...
I didn't do anything!

God, I love my baby.
I would never do
anything to hurt her!

My God! Why are you
doing this to me?

(BABY CRYING)

I slept like the dead
(CHUCKLING).

How long have you been up?

(BABY CRYING)

She's awfully cry-ey.

That's what babies do.
All the time?

She hasn't cried
all the time.

She has been ever
since I got home.

What's that?
It's where they cut
the umbilical cord.

Don't touch it.
They get infected easily.

She's so tiny, I'm surprised
they let you bring
her home so soon.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means I'm surprised
that you brought her
home so soon.

You okay?
You're acting kind of funny.
What's the matter, hmm?

Ah, I just had a baby.
I've been up all night.
I'm sleepy, that's all.

You know, I know
you're a strong woman
and everything,

but, um, maybe
you came home from
the hospital too soon.

I'm fine. How many times
do I have to say it?

All over the world
women have babies in fields.

In the US they turn it into
a three-room circus.

Look, I'm going to shower

and try to wake myself up.

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)

Oh, sweetheart. Come on.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy.
Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

(SINGING LULLABY)

(BABY CRYING)

(PHONE RINGING)

RUSSELL: Congratulations,
Daddy! How's the bambina?

Well, she's got lungs.
Yeah, lungs come standard.

Hey, look, Cal.

It's an Academy tradition
to bring dinner over
for a week

when one of the faculty
members has a baby.

So, uh, tell me,
when do we bring over
the meatloaf and peas?

Why don't you
come on over today?
Tell him no.

Uh, guess today's
not a real good time.
Bianca's exhausted.

That's the reason for
the tradition, Captain.

Whoa!
Another country heard from.

Not today, hang up.
Yeah, well, today
is definitely...

Today is definitely
not a good day.

Uh, Bianca's really had it.

I think she came home
from the hospital too soon.

Mount Hamilton.
Mount Hamilton?

Oh, right. She went townie.

Well, she went into labor
in her office. You know,
it was the closest place.

Cal, get off!
Who's the doctor?

The doctor's name was Robards.

I don't know... Look, I gotta
get off the phone,

I gotta help her out, okay?

All right. Okay.
All right, bye.

Well?
Sounds like Cal's got his
hands full over there.

Cal? Isn't that
just like a man!

Damn!
Don't you start.
French toast is your favorite.

Oh, no. I meant to
ask Cal more details
about the birth.

I want to put an
announcement up at
the office.

Then what happened, Davy?
Little Karen get knocked up?
Maybe on purpose.

Maybe put
a little squeeze play on,

or maybe she's threatened
to blow things for you.

Wife, job, life.
Maybe you decided
one more kid

is one more kid too many.
You decided little Sophie

is more trouble
than she's worth.

OFFICER: Come on, guy,
take it easy, would you?

Come on!
Hey! Stop it!

I didn't kill Sophie,
you son of a bitch!
I didn't kill her.

Take him home,
Mrs. Williams.

I'll be in touch. Believe it.

(CLAMORING)

I can't take much
more of this.

Then maybe you should go home.

What?

I can't hold you
together right now.

I can't think about you.
All I can think about

or care about
right now is Sophie.

What are you saying to me?

I'm saying that DePaul
ate me alive too.

I'm saying that right now
I'm close to breaking

and I need somebody
to be strong for me.

To be really here for me.

And I just don't think
that you can do that.

Karen. Please don't turn
away from me now.

If you need your hand held,
go home to your wife.

I'm tapped out.

Mrs. Williams, why
did you do it?

MAN: What did you do
with the body?

MAN: Karen,
have you been charged yet?

Still nothing?

Nothing. Sorry.

(SIGHS)

I don't get it.

I mean, if it's not
the ransom, then what?

I mean, what can you
do with a baby except to...

They mean to keep her,
don't they?

I mean, am I ever
going to see Sophie again?

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?
WOMAN: Is this
Karen Williams?

Yes, this is Karen.

Well, I think you should
know that God is punishing
you for your whoring.

He took your child because
she was born in sin
and her mother is a...

Don't let it get to you.

Stuff like this brings
all kinds out from
under their rocks.

Karen?

I'm okay. I am.

I just can't sit around
here anymore.

I've got to do
something to find her.

Honey, there's not
much more you can do.
It's the kidnapper's call.

MAN: Lieutenant Thompson?
We need you outside, sir.

Look, Mama, look. It's magic.

You can make stuff
disappear with it.

Lieutenant Thompson
gave it to us.

Don't you understand?

Don't you get it?
Your little sister is gone!

Maybe dead!
Don't you understand that?

(SIGHS)

It's all my fault.

I let her take Sophie.

Oh, no, sweetheart, no.

It's not your fault.
Come here.

Come here, sweetheart.

I know you love Sophie.

That you guys would do
anything to help her.

And I've never blamed you
for any of this, okay?

Please, you mustn't think
that, okay?

We're going to get
through this.

We just got
to stick together. Okay?

Be strong for each other.

Right?

(CROWD MURMURING)

MAN 1: She's coming up.
MAN 2: Can you give me
your list of suspects?

MAN 1: Karen, did an attorney
help you make the statement?

Um...

I called this press conference
because I know the only way
to get Sophie back

is to get her face out
across the country.

That way someone
will have to see her and...

The police said the first
hours are very crucial.

Well, Sophie's been gone
over 24 and I know that
if I'm going to find her,

I have to...
Karen, certain sources
have indicated

that you could be responsible
for the disappearance
of Sophie.

That in fact you
and your lover have...
All right, that's it!

Stop it!
You just stop it right there.
Everything off!

Turn everything off. Now!

I want you out of my house.

You haven't answered my...
You can walk
or you can crawl.

Are you threatening me?
I said get out.

Now the rest of you
can just listen.

I need to use you
to bring my baby home.

And if you get a
story, a byline,

a prize-winning
photograph out of it,

I don't really care.
That's fine.

But from now on,
I am using you

and I will not be treated
like a criminal.

Is that clear?

The baby was delivered
on the 19th.

Doctor's name was Robards,
Dr. Robards.

I guess there's some mistake.

Yeah. Sorry to bother you.

(EXHALES) That was
the craziest thing.

The nurse says that there's
no record of any Hudson baby

being delivered
at Mount Hamilton

and that Dr. Robards
wasn't even on duty Friday.

You know what I think?

I think she had
the baby at home.

Don't give me that look,
it's the latest thing.

Not as far as I'm concerned.

You know, Russell.
If she did have that
baby at home,

somebody better go over
there and make sure she
and the baby are all right.

Cal sure wouldn't
know what to look for.

(SIGHING) Baby did sound
pretty fussy when I talked
to him on the phone.

All right. Tomorrow.

I want these
out at the airport.

Could you put these
along Concord?

Run these up to Cupertino.

Karen, Channel 4 is at
2:30. And did you connect with
the public access channel?

Too much! Look at
this place. It's like
a war room in a movie.

KAREN: Excuse me,
do you have a minute?

Are you the regular
delivery man?
Uh-huh.

Have you seen anybody
that looks like this
woman on your route?

She'd be a new customer.
No. Mmm-mmm.

I'm cold.
I want to go home.

I know, sweetheart,
we just have
one more row, okay?

Actually, Mom, could you
take them home for me?
Okay.

I wanna stay.
I know, sweetheart.

Please go home with
Grandma, okay?

Thanks, Mom.

Hey.

All right, so...

(DOOR OPENING)

Anything?

Karen?

Karen.

(SIGHS)
I'm losing my milk, Mom.

And even when
we find Sophie, I won't
be able to nurse her.

She's even stolen
that from me.

I know you always wanted
more from me,

but all I ever had were
small dreams, you know?

The kind that should
come true.

A man who loves me.

Kids.

A job that pays the bills.

It really didn't seem
like a lot to ask for.

(SOBBING)

(BABY WAILING)

Please stop.

I want you to stop.

Be quiet.

(CRYING CONTINUES)

I want you to be quiet.

Stop it!

Hey, this isn't right.

Here.

What? Now you're
a pediatrician?

Look, I don't have
to be a pediatrician

to know that there's
something wrong here.

I think we should
call Dr. Robards.
No!

It's ridiculous!

Why don't you try
to nurse her?

I can't. Don't you think
I would if I could?

The diabetes has
dried up my milk.

I'm doing the best I can.
I can't help it!

All right, all right, all
right, all right, all right!
She won't eat!

It's not my fault. (SOBBING)
Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Why won't she stop crying?

Why won't she quit?

Make her stop.

Just make her stop.

Please.

Stop it.

Hello, Dr. Robards, please.

This is Hudson.
Captain Cal Hudson.

Well, he delivered
my baby last Friday.

Of course I'm sure.
I'm standing here
holding her right now!

When he gets out of
surgery, would you have
him call me, please?

555-4327.

That's Cal Hudson,
Captain Cal Hudson.

I never went home.

I checked into
a motel and I...
Look, David,

I don't have time
for this right now.

I don't have time
to hear about you.

And I don't want flowers
or a Christmas tree with
an angel on top.

I just want my daughter back.

Where you going?

I'm going on a TV talk show.

Molly Thomas called.
She's giving me some time.

She's a scandal monger.

Yeah, but every woman
on the peninsula watches her,

so right now I don't care
if she's Jack the Ripper

as long as she gets
my story out there.

Well, it's my story too,
damn it!

Karen, look.
I'm trying to tell you.

I didn't go home.
I checked into a motel.

I tried to do
some work, but I can't.
I can't do anything.

I can't even sleep.
These are just words.

You're just feeling
sorry for yourself.
No. I want her back.

Well, if that's true,
then you can come
on the TV program with me.

Go public.

Wait, let me ride with you.

I still think we should
have called first.

Uh-uh. Cal would have
just put you off again.

Surprise, Major.
Always the first best tactic.

Bianca's going to be really
sorry that she missed you

but I don't think
I should wake her.

I think the whole thing
pretty much drained her.

(BABY COOING)

What's her name?

Marie. After my mother.

LINDSEY: She's adorable.

CAL: She's been
fussing all night.
I just put her down.

So what do you
think of my little
mockingbird?

She's great.

CAL: Yeah, she's very alert.

Not bad for
a three-day-old filly, huh?

Bianca can't nurse.
The baby doesn't like
the formula...

So what have we got?

A, Dr. Robards says he
didn't deliver the baby.

B, there is no hospital
record of the birth.

C, Cal's little mockingbird
is at least a month old.

And Bianca is close to 40.

Maybe they found out
they couldn't have children

and got involved
in one of those shady,
semi-legal adoptions.

Now they want to pass
the baby off as their own,

like the whole pregnancy
was a setup. A fake.

That's what I think.

My God! It's Bianca.

There's no way you're
going to tie Karen to this.

Oh, Thompson, you know
as well as I do three out
of five of these

so-called stranger abductions
are committed by relatives
or friends.

As far as I'm concerned,
Karen Williams is number one
with a bullet.

Yeah, what is it?
We just got a call
on the Williams baby.

Yeah, where did they
spot her this time?
Star Search?

I think you should talk to
this guy.

Yeah, what makes this guy
any different from the rest

of the local crackpots
who've called?

Cause he's the Air Force
Chief of Security.

Maybe we finally
bought some luck.

DAVID: I didn't want to think
about what it was
like for you.

So I didn't.

I just stuck my head
in the sand.

I didn't think about what
I was doing to your life.

I'm so sorry, Karen.

It's not just you.

I guess I was just
living in a dream world.

Fantasizing that
everything was going to
work out somehow,

some way, but I do
know what I have to
do from now on.

That's to stop dreaming
or fantasizing but to

make things really work
for me and for everybody
that I care about.

(BABY CRYING)
That's it! I'm going.

You can't walk out on me.

I'm not walking out.
No!

Hey! I'm not walking
out on you. I want to get
some help for the baby.

The baby, the baby.
That's all you think about.
What about me?

You give a damn about me?

Listen to her, Bianca!

I have, the whole damn night.

She's crying because
she's hungry.

And I suppose that's my fault?

Here's the program.

Now, we're riding
on a John Doe warrant.

That'll get us inside.
But only if we can find

a piece of physical
evidence to tie the house
to the kidnapping.

I doubt they're going to
roll the kid across the lawn.

You're a real graceful loser.

Look, I'm going down
to the pharmacy

to get some
formula that maybe
she'll drink, okay?

Understand?
You think I'm stupid?

I heard you on
the phone with Robards
checking up on me.

I'm not checking up on you!

You're starting to sound
like one of those

pet paranoids from
down at that clinic.

Red Thunderbird. Bingo!
John Doe.

...where I could keep you,
and now you're
running out on me?

Hey! It's too cold out
here for the baby. Now
get back in the house!

I'm tired of this smelly,
screamy thing.
(BABY CRYING)

Cal Hudson?
Captain Cal Hudson?
That's right.

Bianca Hudson?

I've a warrant to
search the premises.
What the hell for?

Captain, we've reason to
believe this baby was
kidnapped from her home

on Friday, February 19th
at about 11:00 a.m.

You guys are crazy.
This is my daughter.

She's Sophie Louise Williams.

No, her name is Marie.
This is ridiculous!

Kidnapping. I mean,
you're making fools
of yourselves.

Look around you.
Do we look like the
kind of people

who'd steal a baby?
Give me the baby.

Mrs. Hudson, give me the baby.

I have a birth certificate,
for God's sake!

Give me the baby.

Cal! Cal, tell them, tell
them... Tell them about
the nursery, Cal.

Tell them about
the bear from Germany.
Cal! Tell them! Tell them!

Bianca,
what have you done?

(BEEPING)

DePaul. I'd like you
come down to the station,
Mrs. Williams.

There's something I'd
like you to see.

I don't want to do that.
I really don't.

I mean, I want to get
our story out.

I don't want to waste
any more time with that
man's sick accusations.

Then don't.

(BEEPING)

(SIGHS)

RUTH: Karen? Karen! It's Mom.

I just heard from
Lieutenant Thompson.
They found the baby, Karen.

They found the baby!
What? (LAUGHING)

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

DAVID: Whoo!

(CHUCKLES)

She didn't say
if Sophie was alive.

I mean,
wouldn't she have said?

Oh, my God, David, what if...

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

This is quite
a collection.

You tell me.

That'll do it. Let's go.

Why?

I was going to lose you.
I couldn't let that happen.

I'd do it again if I had to.

WOMAN: There she is!

How do you feel, Karen?

(CLAMORING)

KEVIN: Mommy!
JENNY: Mama!

Mommy, Sophie is here!

That feel great, Karen?

Karen, no! It's too cold.

KAREN: No, it isn't.
I don't want that woman's
clothes on my baby.

I'll keep her warm.

Oh, I have you back!

Oh, it's going to be okay.

Sophie!
Sophie!

(KAREN HUMMING LULLABY)