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- [jazz music playing]
- [chattering]

How's the shoot going?

I can't tell if I'm brilliant,
or if I'll never work again.

How have you been, Frank?

I've missed you terribly...

[patron] Mr. Sinatra,
I'm so sorry to bother you.

No bother at all.

Would you mind signing
my napkin? [chuckles]

Wow. I... I could die
happy now.

Now, don't do that.

[Frank, patron laugh]

Oh, and my wife loved you
in Peyton Place, Miss Farrow.

Thank you. That's...

You remember what I told you?

I just don't think it's fair.

Marriage isn't
about what's fair.

You can't ask me to choose

between you
and this movie, Frank.

It's not just the movie, baby.

It's a lifestyle.

If we're both always
out on the road... I know, but this is my career.

Don't...
Don't interrupt me.

I'm getting the check.

If you go back
to that set today, Mia...

we're through.

We're a third of the way
through filming, Frank.

And Bob's sure
I'll get an Oscar nomination.

How do you expect
to be a good mother

if this is what you're chasing?

I'll figure it out.

Women always do.

[Frank]
Good luck with that, kid.

- [assistant] How you doing in there?
- Fine.

Thank you.

- Mia, new idea.
- Mmm.

So, you walk into the street,
distracted, scared...

The street...
And there'll be picture cars?

Picture cars? No.

You don't mean...

You want me stepping
into actual traffic, Roman?

Don't worry, Mia.

No one's going
to hit a pregnant woman.

Roman's a pussycat
underneath all the bluster.

Mmm.
Thanks, Sharon.

The devil is beautiful,
you know?

And you'd find him in the people
you'd never expect.

All set, Mia?

Just right over here.

Rolling!

And action!

[horns honking]

[sighs]

[panting]

[breathes shakily]

[panting]

[sniffling]

[panting]

- [assistant] Mia?
- I'm coming.

[assistant]
I can help you if you let me.

What do you mean?

[assistant] Take it off.

How did you know?

Women's intuition.

[Dex] My mother wasn't always
easy to love,

and she often wasn't the mother
I thought I needed.

But in the days since
her passing, I've realized...

I don't know what I need.

I don't know if any of us do.

- She was...
- [door opens, closes]

...the mother
I was given.

And...

she was perfect.

As many of you know,
in lieu of flowers,

we've asked loved ones to donate

to the American Foundation
for Suicide Prevention.

Your mother did not
kill herself.

She was killed.

Respectfully, ma'am,
I have to ask you to leave.

You!
You did not listen to her!

She tried to warn you
over and over and over!

Her blood is on your hands!

[speaking German]

Don't fucking touch me!

Don't... No. Don't you
fucking touch me!

Do you see?

This is what happens
to women who tell the truth!

[shouts]

I beg you, listen to your wife!

Listen to your wife!

Please. Please, I beg you,
listen to your wife!

[sighs]
I'm very sorry about that.

I don't know who that woman is.

Um.

Father Matthews.

I have to say, I'm not gonna
miss the alimony payments.

[Father Matthews]
Let us go in peace

to live out the word of God.

Thank you for coming.
Have a blessed day.

Anna, you're as big as a house.

You sure you don't
have twins in there?

Excuse me? Can you tell me
where that woman went?

Crazy one?

Sent her to the ER.

Why?

[security guard]
To be sedated.

[nurse 1]
You her daughter?

No.

Oh, just assumed.

She's heavily sedated.

Won't be herself.

I'll give you a minute.

I'm sorry I didn't believe you.

[gasps]

They will...

They will take everything
from you.

All of your dreams
will become a nightmare.

Please, get out now.

Look who woke up for her guest.
Ah, poor babe.

- No.
- Here.

[groans]

[nurse 1] We just want her
to be comfortable.

- [Ms. Preecher] No.
- It's okay. You're okay.

[Ms. Preecher whimpers]

- Where did she go?
- [nurse 2] Hmm?

Oh, some friends came
to pick her up.

What friends?

Some women.
They seemed nice.

[sighs]

[nurse 2] Oh, my God.

Congratulations!

[laughs]
This is crazy.

We got an Oscar nomineein here!

[staff clamoring]
You're here and you're here.

Never happened to me before.

I've never been this
close to somebody who's famous.

Who are you gonna bring?

Are you sure
you're up for flying?

Yes. I'm only
seven months pregnant.

I mean, even though
I'm practically spherical.

That's my girl.

Besides, nothing went wrong
last time I flew to LA.

Dr. Hill's probably
just covering his ass

so he doesn't get sued
or something.

As long as you know
it's your call.

These would look amazing
with the Gucci,

but we might want
something simpler.

- Yes, I think I love the Gucci.
- [phone buzzing]

- Is that your phone?
- No. Is it yours?

Obviously not.

Why does Dex have
a fucking flip phone?

He doesn't.

Who's calling him?

It says, "Unknown caller."

[Siobhan] Oh, my God.

This is where Harvey Weinstein
ejaculated into a plant.

- Stop.
- Iconic.

Wait. You're going
to that gifting suite, right?

I don't...
I don't need any free shit.

It's not about the free shit.

It's about being seen.

You're making an appearance

and getting your photo taken
with every Keurig maker,

acid-washed pair of Levi's

and certificate for a HydraFacial
we can get our hands on.

- Hmm.
- Okay?

[people chattering]

Hey.

- Anna, over here.
- Oh.

- Right this way.
- Congratulations, Ms. Alcott.

We'd love to offer you
our five-karat gold

morning glory misting spray.

Thank you. Oh.

- How does that feel?
- Anna, over here.

- Anna, just one over here.
- Right here, please.

- Anna!
- Beautiful! One more?

Can I get you this way?

Okay. Right this way
now, Anna. Oh.

Don't forget your misting spray.

[vendor] Hello, Ms. Alcott.

May I offer you
our beta wave, cruelty-free,

silk sleep mask?

Would you, uh, like
to try it on?

- Here you go.
- [both chuckle]

It blocks out 99.9% of light,

so you will get
your smoothest sleep possible

before the big night.

Thank you.

Can you give me a minute?

Hi, Anna.
Congratulations.

What are you doing here?

Manning my booth, silly.

Dr. Hill has a ton
of West Coast clientele,

and he wants
to make a dent at the Oscars

to expand our brand.

I'll be rooting for you Sunday.

I can explain.

[Cora]
Make yourselves at home.

If you change into your gown,

Dr. Hill will
be in shortly.

Okay.

[Dex] Thank you.

[Cora] It all began
in such a simple way.

[panting, moaning]

Such a cliché.

[both moaning, panting]

Oh, my God.
You're amazing.

Open.

What is this?

It's yours.

You deserve this.

And it gets better.

I've set up cameras
so we can be together

even when we're not.

I'll wink at you
to say good night.

You're the best man
I've ever known.

I'm a piece of shit.

So am I.

[Cora]
We couldn't help ourselves.

But I became addicted
to watching you.

Your life just seemed
so perfect.

And I wanted it for myself.

I looked for ways
to take it all away.

[Dex] You were supposed to be
at the clinic 20 minutes ago.

[Anna] The egg retrieval's
at 9:00 a.m.

[Dex] Dr. Hill says he needs
you here as soon as possible

or we have to start
this whole cycle over again.

How fast can you get here?

[Cora] Come right with me,
Ms. Alcott.

Then you were there.

So close.

I felt our connection.

[knocking on door]

[Cora] And in the end,
it all fell apart.

We need to talk.

[Cora] I couldn't let you
be happy.

Baby.

[Anna gasps]

You're a fucking psychopath.

I never wanted you to know.
I really like you.

I wish I were you.

Is that
what you're doing here, huh?

You're stalking me?

No. I wanted to warn you
before it's too late.

Before what's too late?

They're doing something
to your baby.

Wait. Were you the one
leaving the dolls too?

What dolls?

Don't fucking lie to me, Cora.

It's them, Anna.
It's all them.

- Who?
- The women Dr. Hill works with.

- What, you mean his patients?
- They pretend to be.

And they help him find new ones,

and they do terrible things to them.

They're doing it
to you right now.

- Doing what?
- I don't know.

But I do know Dr. Hill

became the primary
fertility specialist

in New York City
by making sacrifices.

So why do you work for him?

I have student loans.

What happens to the babies?

I never see them delivered.

I just know Dr. Hill

administers different
medications to certain mothers.

He doesn't let them see
any outside specialists,

and he spends a lot of time
on the phone

before and after
their appointments

with the door closed.

And when he comes out,
he's like a different person.

[meows]

[Dex] Yeah, I know.

I'm not having
this conversation right now.

No, it's gonna be okay.

- [meows]
- I know it's not gonna be...

Hey, babe.

You're back so early.

- Whoa.
- [meows]

I'm just talking to Talia.

Get out.

[alarm sounding]

- [housekeeper knocks on door]
- Housekeeping.

No, thank you!

- [door opens]
- I said, "no, thank you."

[Siobhan] Don't yell at me.

It's the big day.
Half-caf?

- Bathroom emergency.
- Sorry.

[shrieks]

Are you okay?

Are you shitting?

Yes.

Okay. Well, squeeze
that fucker out ASAP.

It's go time, bitch.

Plop, plop.
Let's go.

[yelps]

[gasps]

Why are you covered in a sheet?

Did you sheet yourself
or something?

[Siobhan chuckles]

I'm sorry, that was a good one.

- Oh, my God.
- Don't.

[exhales]
You just cut yourself shaving.

You had me worried.

[knocks on door]

Oh, that's the glam squad.

[Siobhan] I always knew
he was a piece of shit.

Never trust a man
with blonde highlights.

- Siobhan.
- What?

Like we're not gonna talk
about what a giant slimy turd

your husband is
for cheating on you

with a literal zygote.

You're seven-and-a-half
months pregnant.

Look. I just don't wanna focus
on that right now, okay?

This is my night.

You're right.
Fuck yeah, it is.

And you know what?
You've worked so hard.

Not as hard
as I've asked you to,

but that's okay.

Everyone disappoints me.

You've worked so hard,
and you followed my direction.

I know it's gonna be worth it.

I promise.

You'd never, like,
lie to me, right?

About what, babe?

I don't know.
People talk.

Let me guess.

That old bitch,
Ms. Preecher?

[scoffs] She's been stalking
my socials lately too.

She's just lonely
and obsessed with us.

I mean, there's two
kinds of women:

those who know
it's their responsibility

to lift others up,

and those who hate the ones
they'll never get to be.

What about Babette?

What about her?

I mean, you asked me
if I wanted an Oscar

as much as I wanted a baby,
and then the next day...

Oh, my God.

You think I, like, killed her?

Okay.

Enough feminist
psychological thrillers for you.

I mean, from now on,

it's exclusively rom-coms
and brand ambassador ships.

[sighs]

Congratulations, Anna.
May the best nominee win.

[gasps, yelps]

- Anna! Anna! Anna!
- Are you okay?

Should we go to the hospital?
What?

Should we go to the hospital?

No, it's the Oscars.

Okay. Come on.

Okay.
Are you sure?

My body would tell me
if something was wrong.

Okay.

[announcer]
Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the 96th
Annual Academy Awards.

[applause]

[Anna yelps]

What's wrong?

I think I just had
a contraction.

- Okay. Just hold tight.
- [host] Good evening.

I want to take the time
to congratulate

all the incredible nominees
that are here tonight.

- Yes.
- [cheering]

I can't go into labor.
I'm only 30 weeks.

[host] Some of whom
are not even white.

Apparently, you can.

[host]
The Oscars have come a long way

the last few years.

We've let women host.
[groans, pants]

Okay. Just hold on
till we get to your category,

and then
we'll go to the hospital.

You are so strong.

...collectively, realized that
alopecia is never funny enough

to justify assault.

- [crowd cheering]
- [classical music playing]

This year's
selection of nominees

in the Best Actress category

feature some
of the bravest performances

I have ever had
the honor to witness

in my career.

And the nominees are:

Anna Victoria Alcott,
The Auteur.

Donna Brooks, Silent Echo.

[groans]

Do you want this?

- Say yes.
- [presenter] Babette Eno...

Yes.

What would you give up for it?

[presenter]
Ines Mariano...

Anything.

Anything?

[presenter]
And the Oscar goes to...

Congratulations.

Anna Victoria Alcott,

- The Auteur.
- [crowd cheering]

[chuckles]

Go get that hardware, baby.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

[slow clapping]

[clapping increases]

Mom?

I... I...

We have to go, Siobhan.