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- Elliot.
- Beverly.

I can't keep
doing this, Elliot.

Doing what?

Delivering babies.

We're opening a birthing center
so we can do literally just that

until the end of time.
Nonstop babies.

Yeah, you know what I mean.
Do it our way.

Total control.

Birthing center.

Lab.

Well, now, lab, fucking yes.

The lab is the fucking thing.

Hey.

You guys have, like,

exactly the same face.

Yeah?

No shit.

You like your meat?

Oh, I fucking love my meat.

You guys ever...

- We ever...?
- You know.

No.

Two of you, plus a guy.

Doing...?

Each other?

Doing each other?

Well, that's wild.

How about it?

Well... what do you reckon,
Beverly?

Yes, please, let's go.

We love fucking each other.

I love putting my tongue on
her tongue and inside her cunt.

I absolutely love doing that.

And for a man's pleasure? For your pleasure?

Please, that sounds ideal.

Perfect.

We just, uh, cut a baby
out of a woman's womb.

Um, she asked us to...
we didn't just, like, do it...

but what I'd like to do now,

the very next thing
that I would like to do,

just after I finish these eggs,

is fuck my sister
in front of you.

- She's the funny one.
- What is it exactly that appeals?

Is it the maths of it?

Is your imagination so fucked
that you need to see

everything twice
before your dick can get hard?

- I was just...
- You were just...

Messing around.
I didn't mean to cause any...

I mean...

It's like people say,
don't they?

- What do people say, Larry?
- That's not my name.

Well, you look like a Larry,
so I'm going to call you Larry

'cause, actually,
I'm the funny one.

So, what do people say, Larry?

They say twins...

you know, like...

...you want to fuck them.

Oh, I genuinely didn't know
people said that about twins.

Did you?

- No.
- Oh, that's fascinating.

So, absolutely everybody
goes around

hoping to fuck a set of twins,
do they?

I feel like I've just
discovered a superpower.

Thank you, Larry.

♪ Sweet dreams
are made of this ♪

♪ Who am I to disagree? ♪

♪ I travel the world
and the seven seas ♪

♪ Everybody's looking
for something ♪

♪ Some of them want ♪

♪ To use you ♪

♪ Some of them want
to get used by you ♪

♪ Some of them want
to abuse you ♪

♪ Some of them want
to be abused ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Hey ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ Ah ♪

♪ Sweet dreams
are made of this ♪

♪ Who am I to disagree? ♪

♪ I travel the world ♪

♪ And the seven seas ♪

♪ Everybody's looking
for something ♪

♪ Some of them want to use you ♪

♪ Some of them want
to get used by you ♪

♪ Some of them want
to abuse you ♪

♪ Some of them want
to be abused ♪

♪ Sweet dreams
are made of this ♪

♪ Who am I to disagree? ♪

♪ I travel the world
and the seven seas ♪

♪ Everybody's looking
for something ♪♪

Hello.

Mm-mm.

- You'll get scurvy.
- I eat peas.

You're a child.

I lost another one, Elly.

Are you sure?

- Are you hurting?
- Any change?

You have embryos.

Elly.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sad. Mm.

Oh, Beverly, baby sister.

Oh, you take her.
I'm terrified of her.

Fine, then you take her.

She cries
every single appointment.

- Done.
- Hi.

Morning, Megan.

Go home, Megan.

- You're not ready.
- It's starting.

- It's definitely starting.
- Contractions?

Uh, yeah, yeah, we-we think so.
A couple last night, maybe.

I-I feel like
it might've started.

- Mm, it hasn't.
- I lost the plug.

Did Elliot show you
a picture of the plug?

She did.
It's a beautiful mucus plug.

Congratulations
on its safe arrival.

Go home, Megan.
It isn't happening yet.

Best thing you can do is go home
and try and get some sleep.

But...

We'll see you
in about 12 hours, Megan.

There you go. There you go.

Come on. Remember your
breathing. Come on. Come on.

- Push. Push.
- You got it, baby.

Why are you wearing my vagina
like it's a fucking glove?

I'm supporting
the baby's head, Francesca.

- Breathe in and push.
- You're doing great.

One, two...

We need to move to an emergency
C-section right away.

- What?
- What is happening?

- Three. Really push. Five, six, seven, eight.
- Push. Push.

- I really don't want a C-section.
- This is not

- in our plans.
- Push, push.

- Nine, ten.
- Good job. Nice, nice.

When you wake up,
you're gonna be a mum.

You'll have a daughter.

You got it, you got it.

Push it. Push.

There we go.

Have you
spoken to Joseph?

He's called me about 12 times.

- One more push. One more push.
- Keep breathing.

- Okay, yes. Okay, there we go.
- You got this. Good.

Why is he so fucking
obsessed with us?

Congratulations,
you're a mum.

Elliot, we are trying to...

Change the way
that women birth forever.

It's like
you're a choir.

- Do you think we have time to go dancing?
- No.

I could murder
a fucking drink.

- How's Mum?
- Looking fine.

- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ I can sing
a little louder now ♪

♪ I can sing a little louder ♪

♪ I can sing
a little louder now ♪

♪ I can sing a little louder ♪

♪ I can sing
a little louder now ♪

♪ I can sing a little louder ♪

♪ I can sing
a little louder now ♪

♪ I can sing a little louder ♪

Nope. Fuck off.

♪ Self love ♪

♪ Yes, please ♪

♪ This is for the now ♪

♪ If I give you my love
and give you my truth ♪

♪ Know that that shit's just
for you, can't know what...

Can I please go?

♪ Look at where we are, who
would've guessed, who knew? ♪

♪ I did, that's for sure,
I kicked down the doors...

Give me five minutes.

♪ Fuck that,
I crashed the party ♪

♪ Fuck that, I am the party ♪

♪ Don't get me started,
I am a one-woman army ♪♪

Elliot?

We're being
fucking paged, Elliot.

And Joseph's there
with coffee and sad pastries.

- Come on!
- Sorry.

I'm leaving.

But I haven't
finished, Beverly.

I'm walking out
the door right now.

Yeah, yeah. H-Hang on. Us, too.

- You ready?
- Uh...

I'll call you later.
We're not done.

We're running clinics.

Women are having babies.

Life is arriving, Joseph.

I appreciate that, Elliot,
but it's just one dinner,

and if we can make this work,
it could be huge for us.

- How huge?
- That's what she said.

If we land the Parkers,
we are talking the full amount:

all in, total backing.
Ding, ding, ding,

let's open the
fucking center tomorrow.

When the Parkers like something...

- ...they go fast.
- Nineteen point eight.

- Yeah, that was faster, right?
- Much slower.

Fucker. Felt faster.

Do we want the Parkers?

Uh, we want their money,
yes, Elliot.

I'm not saying
that I'm not really into this,

but... and I'm really thinking
of Pollyanna here...

aren't the Parkers
pure fucking evil?

Go.

She's a little
aggressive, involved,

but she's smart
and she likes smart women.

Who doesn't?

Men and most women.

She has a good track record
of medical investments.

We are not the same
as Big Pharma, Joseph.

She's excited by science,
Elliot, by innovators.

But she's responsible

for a fucking
opioid crisis, Joseph.

She's Satan fisting dollars
out of corpses.

I'm just questioning the optics.

What do you think?

Twenty-five point three.

I think...

I want to open
the birthing center.

Women need the birthing center.

Yep.

Baby's breech.

Oh, fuck's sake.

Nicki, I'd like to try and turn
the baby. Is that okay?

Yes, obviously.

Nicki, is that okay with you?

Of course. It's not my baby.

No,
but it is your body.

We're going to use something
called terbutaline.

It's a muscle relaxant.

It's completely safe
for you and baby.

- And if this doesn't work?
- We can try again. Oh, yeah,

- buttocks are down.
- If that's what Nicki wants.

We can try analgesia.

Or fetal acoustic stimulation.

The hell is that?

Play the oboe at her belly
and cross your fucking fingers?

Lara, I'm going to ask you
not to swear at me.

You're going to,
as in you're about to ask me

not to swear at you, or you're
currently in the process of?

In the process of, exactly.

Nicki, I'm going to
start applying

pressure to your abdomen.

It can be
a little uncomfortable,

and you can ask me
to stop at any time, okay?

I'm fine.
If Lara wants to stop...

- It's not Lara's body.
- But it is her baby.

- Is it working?
- We're fine, Lara,

but maybe give us
a bit more time.

Nicki and I wanted to talk
to you. Didn't we, Nicki?

- Uh-huh.
- Any pain?

- Uh-uh.
- My husband and I would like

a really small gap between
this baby and the next one.

Uh, should we get
this one out first?

- I like really small gaps.
- Evidently.

Nicki, you're doing really well.

The baby's working with us.

Once we get pregnant again...

I'm not able to have this
conversation with you right now.

Nicki, I'm going to start
increasing the pressure now.

I want to talk about it now.

I would like to concentrate
on the patient.

I am the fucking patient.

I'm going to repeat the request
that you don't swear at me.

- You're going to?
- I am repeating the request.

Uh, Lara, there are regulations,

and Nicki has been surrogate
for all five of your children.

- Precisely.
- Any pain?

- Uh-uh.
- I mean, frankly,

- I'm on your side.
- Sorry?

Well, I mean, if Nicki's happy
and Lara's happy...

Nicki's happy.
Tell the Doctor Mentals

- how happy you are, Nicki.
- Really happy.

- Your bodies, your choices.
- Elliot, will you just move?

But no fertility clinic
in Manhattan

will allow you to use...
sorry, work with Nicki

for a sixth pregnancy,
particularly not straightaway.

What about your birthing center?

I thought that was
going to have a lab

and a fertility clinic
and fucking everything in-house.

That's why I'm donating
and giving you fucking money.

Not for altruistic purposes,
fucking thank you,

but to skip the fucking queue.

I'm not swearing
at you, Beverly.

I'm just generally swearing
in the vicinity.

I'm allowed to.
This is stressful.

I'm concerned about the stress
for the patient.

- I'm the fucking patient.
- I'm fine.

No, eventually, it is the plan.
I mean, not immediately,

- but, eventually, it is.
- No, it's not.

- Yes, it is, eventually.
- No, it's not. No.

No, it's fucking not,
and even if we were,

we wouldn't be setting it up
so that women like you

could buy other women wholesale
and do what you want with them.

Do you want her other
fucking organs?

Would you like me to pull out

her fucking teeth
whilst I'm at it?

Could I ask you to...

step outside the room
for a moment, Lara?

No.

You may not.

I'm very sorry.

Um, yeah.

Okay, let's get a...
let's get a scan up.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Oh.

Baby's head's down.

Good job, everyone.

Oh, I love it
when you lose control.

I'm sort of on her side.

Yeah, I got that.

Yep,
another fucking miscarriage.

I'm sorry.

Don't you ever get
just a bit fucking bored?

I mean, they want
to have babies.

We can make babies.

You want a boy
and not a girl, fine.

Why shouldn't you?

- It's not fried food, Elliot.
- Eh...

You want to have your baby
on a Wednesday.

You want it to have blue eyes.

You want it to be incapable of
catching a fucking cold ever.

You want to have twins,
triplets, quads.

You want to stop the menopause.
You want men to lactate.

You want female sperm.

You want me to grow you
a baby out of nothing.

You want me
to tighten your vagina

whilst I pull a baby
out of your belly button?

Fine, bring it on.

Let's do the research, let's
make anything fucking happen.

That's not what we do, Elliot.

That's not what you do,
but I will be doing some of that

as long as that's
what people choose.

You're talking about some kind of...

...individualist
"you want" structure

that I just cannot
get on board with.

Uh, did you just read

The Communist Manifesto
this morning?

And you'd like to tell
everybody about it

because you're worried that
nobody else has heard of it?

Is capitalism
very bad?

I just really believe
in what we're trying to do.

Change the way that women birth,

change things
structurally, globally.

Radicalism always begins
with something small.

You are so perfect.
You are so deliciously perfect.

Where do you come from?

I'm not, though, am I?
This keeps not working.

My body keeps fucking it up.

Oh... Beverly, Beverly,
baby sister.

I'm going to take these
to the lab.

I'm going to analyze everything.
We go again.

I will make this happen.

You will have a baby.
I will solve this.

I promise.

Where the fuck
have you been?

- Hi.
- We've missed you.

Oh, I can see.
They are looking ill.

Bullshit. She's a beauty.
Thirteen days old.

- Oh, I didn't bring a gift.
- We'll forgive you.

Due for destruction
in T-minus three hours.

So, how jealous will you be
when I'm in my lab

and I'm growing embryos
into fetuses

and fetuses into babies
and solving

all the fertility issues
that have ever been?

I mean, I'll visit you in jail.

Private lab, Tom.
Private funding.

Oh, yeah, sure,
that means that you can do

- literally whatever the fuck you like. Right?
- Mm-hmm.

What do we got here? Oh, great.

- Beverly scrapings.
- Shut up.

You can't knock your sister up,
but you are confident

that you can grow a whole baby
from a fucking test tube?

What if we can get it safely
to eight, nine, ten weeks,

and then we put it in?

It's almost as though
you're not a scientist.

Did your mother not put
your drawings on the fridge?

I mean, why don't you have
any imaginative capabilities?

Right, always blame
the mother, Elliot.

Want to get a drink later?

I can't. Got this thing.

Oh, yeah, it's your dinner

with the most morally corrupt
woman on the planet.

You two are gonna
get along so well.

Yeah, that's right.

- Is there gonna be food?
- You're not invited.

No, I could come, for a bit.
I haven't seen Bev in ages.

Because she does not like you.

Are those ski goggles?

Yeah, they're comfier,
and she loves me.

Is there going to be tiny food?

Rich people love tiny food.

Don't fucking come, Tom.
You're an embarrassment.

Nobody wants you to come.

I'm sorry, Lenka.

Yeah, it was only
six weeks.

I lost one at 12 weeks,
one at 14, one at 16.

It-it's inevitable.
It's, uh... my fault.

- My-my body kills babies.
- Lenka, it's not healthy to blame yourself.

- That's not what's happening.
- Yes, it is.

Have you thought about speaking
to a therapist?

I need to get back now.

My husband comes home
for lunch on Wednesdays.

Cooking him a steak.

So, Therese,
everything looks good.

You have a yeast infection,
though. Are you in pain?

Not pain as such, just...
uncomfortable. Usual.

It should not be usual
for you to be in pain.

We can do something about that.

Sorry, I...
I have to pee.

Again.

Be right back.

How are you doing, Max?

How are you feeling
about impending fatherhood?

Sure.

I mean, yeah, it's...

it's a lot.

Yeah. You're right.

People forget
to ask the daddies.

It's important for you
to express how you're feeling.

Y-Yeah, I just...

Is there anything
you'd like to show me?

Anything at all
you think I'd like to see?

'Cause I can think of one thing
that I would love to see,

and I'd say you got
about 30 seconds to show me.

- Can you do that for me?
- Is this...

- Oh, my God, is this...
- Yes.

- Yes.
- This is what you...

- Want very much. Yes.
- Is this happening? Fuck.

Oh, thank you so much, Max.

That was actually
a huge disappointment.

So, uh, Therese,
I'm writing you up

a script for clotrimazole.

It's-it's completely safe
for you and baby

and should
clean things right up.

- Hi.
- Hi. Congratulations.

- Thanks. Um...
- Are you all right?

It's my wife.
She's in, she's in some pain,

and her breathing's short,
and there was a doctor who said

she'll come take a look,
but that was a couple hours ago.

Mm-hmm, of course.

- Uh, hi, uh...
- Sandra.

- Hi, Sandra. Congratulations.
- Mm, thank you.

Can you tell me where
you're experiencing pain?

Across my abdomen.

And can you describe
the kind of pain that it is?

- It's...
- Hi. Hi, hi, hi.

Sorry, sorry.
Mr. Russell, Mrs. Russell.

I'm here. Thank you, Beverly.

Mrs. Russell is experiencing
pain across her abdomen.

Well, she had
a-a C-section.

Oh, I've had a C-section before.
This-this feels different.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh, okay. Uh...

I got it, Beverly, thank you.

CT scan, no?

Thank you, Dr. Mantle.

Congratulations.

Genevieve, you're-you're here
today for a hysterosalpingogram.

This is so we can get a clear
picture of your-your uterus

and your fallopian tubes, okay?

So, when the
radiographer arrives

and-and you're ready,

I will insert a speculum
into your vagina

in order to locate your cervix.

This will feel a little cold,
probably quite uncomfortable.

- Y-You've had a Pap smear?
- Yes.

Once I've located your cervix,
I'm going to insert a catheter

into the neck of the womb
and pass a small amount of fluid

through the catheter.

You might experience...

some pain that feels like
period pain at this point.

The fluid will fill the womb,

uh, pass into
the fallopian tubes,

and then we'll be able
to take some X-rays.

- Okay?
- Yes, thank you.

That was all very clear.

Uh, lie back.

Okay.

Okay.

I want a baby.

Is that a totally inappropriate
thing to say?

No.

I mean...

if ever there were a place
to say it, right?

I'm terrified.

- Is everything okay?
- Yes.

Could you just
excuse me for one...

- one second, please?
- Oh, my God,

is something not okay?
Is there something wrong?

I-I haven't examined you yet,
Ms. Cotard.

- Um, it's just that...
- Yes, if you could just, um...

um... I'm going to get
the radiographer,

and, uh, he's going to be
taking the-the X-rays,

so if you could just give me
five, maybe, uh, ten minutes.

Oh, okay.

Fuck.

Yep?

Uh, would you give me
two minutes?

Twenty-two, brittle, stubborn,
frankly unpleasant.

I really liked her.
Requesting sterilization.

- Why? What's the trauma?
- I don't think there is one.

- Is she depressed?
- Doesn't seem to be.

- Then what's the issue?
- Very clear, very persuasive,

been requesting
sterilization for years.

- Years?
- Yeah, years.

Ridiculous. She's 22.

Remember she's here to see me,
not you. Who have you got?

- Genevieve Cotard. Referral.
- Cotard?

As in the actor?

Referred from Peterson,
family history of fibroids,

fertility check.

She's on that show.
I love that show.

You fucking love that show.

Is she trying?
Who's she fucking?

She's not trying.
She's just informing herself.

Life's meaningless
unless she has a baby.

Did you get to touch her?

How deep did you get?

You're all flushed.

Was it too much?
Was she too delicious?

It's a fertility check. HSG.

- Done?
- No, prepped.

- Radiographer?
- Getting.

So she's just
lying there in stirrups

with her legs wide open?

Oh, baby sister.

Are you ready?

Sorry about that.

Is everything...

Everything's wonderful.

You're the sixth gynecologist
I've seen about this.

Well, sterilization
is not a small procedure,

um, and you're very young.

I have to cut, clip, burn
or tie your fallopian tubes.

Why are you saying that
as though I should have

some emotional relationship
with my fallopian tubes?

I picked you because

you have a good reputation
for actually listening to women.

I am listening to you.

I don't feel listened to.

- So, you're on that show.
- Oh.

Yeah.

Oh, that must be fun.

Has its moments.

- Any pain?
- Uh-huh.

Can you describe it to me?

Like bad period pain. Cramping.

Okay.

You're doing great.

We're just going to take
a couple more images.

I'm okay.

Transport to
first-floor nurses' station.

Transport to first-floor
nurses' station.

Your uterus
is bicornuate.

It's heart-shaped.

That in itself isn't likely
to affect your fertility,

your chances
of getting pregnant,

but it might increase
the likelihood

of an early birth
or of miscarriage.

And if you look here,
you can see that

your fallopian tubes
are blocked on both sides,

which, if you were to start
trying for a baby today...

Okay. I don't want to try
for a baby today.

Well, it-it would be difficult,
possibly very difficult,

but you have options.

Fuck.

Okay, well...

Thank you for... all of that.

Can I go?

This is not-not
the final conversation.

- There is a lot that we can do.
- No.

I mean, thank you, but no.

I think I'd like
to take a second

before moving onto the
"what do we do now" bit.

Okay. Shall we make a follow-up?

Sure.

Is that bar any good?

- The one on the corner.
- Uh, no. Awful.

Awful is good. Awful is perfect.

You really do have options.
There's a lot that we can do.

Yeah, I just, I don't want
to talk about that right now.

I want to get wrecked

and feel sad about how deformed
and infertile I am.

- You're not infertile.
- Just deformed.

- Not what I said.
- Sure.

No. Right. Great.

Thanks.

Well, thank you, Dr. Mantle.

Sure.

Maybe I'll come find you
in a bit.

Help you get wrecked.

That would be
wildly inappropriate.

Yep.

- How many weeks?
- Uh, she's, uh...

uh, nearly 45.

Forty-five weeks?
Could you get a wheelchair?

- And when was she last checked?
- She didn't have no check-ups.

- She's had no medical check-ups?
- She's terrified of hospitals.

How long has she
been contracting?

- Three days, on and off.
- Are you fucking kidding me?

She wanted a home birth,
a free birth.

Hospitals are
traumatizing spaces.

- What's her name?
- Leonie.

Leonie,
we're going to find you a bed.

We're going to take
a proper look at you.

I need you to focus
on your breathing.

Get her on the monitor.

Make sure to get
a suction catheter, too.

Okay,
ba-baby's head's crowning.

I can't detect
the fetal heartbeat, Doctor.

Leonie, this is
going to be a vaginal birth.

- I need to use forceps. Forceps?
- Getting forceps, Dr. Mantle.

I need you to start pushing
really hard.

We'll give you pain relief
on the other side.

Okay, look at me. Look at me.

Look at me. Okay.

Breathe, breathe,
breathe, breathe.

- Okay, Leonie.
- Okay.

- BP's dropping.
- Okay, okay.

Keep it on standby.

Okay, push.

We need a transfer...

She won't latch.

Have you thought about
a lactation consultant?

Would you like me
to see if someone

can come and talk to you?

That sounds like
a good idea, honey.

They're discharging us.

I want to go home.

They said they need
the bed and...

Are you in any pain, Alexa?

- She hasn't slept.
- I want to go home.

She's, um...

You're feeling kind of funny
about holding the baby,

aren't you?

Dr. Howard,
call the pharmacy.

Dr. Howard, call the pharmacy.

Dr. Marcus,
your son is waiting for you

in the downstairs lobby.

Dr. Marcus, your son is waiting
for you in the downstairs lobby.

Would you like to hold him?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Your wife suffered
heavy internal bleeding.

I know.

A CT scan was ordered

but did not happen.

I know.

Mr. Russell.

I am very sorry for your loss.

Fuck this shit.

I hate this.

She was afraid of the place

where she's supposed to feel
the most safe.

What was up with you
and that actress?

You should go.

Have a break.

Whatever you need.

I'll pick up for you.

You like her.

Did you want me
to get her for you?

Trainers are in room 12.

I can get her for you.

Would you like that?

Go do something nice, Elly.

Mmm.

You... having a...

- ...good day?
- No.

- I'm having a fucking shit day.
- Okay.

Cool. Sorry I asked.

Fuck you, asking
about my fucking day.

Okay, lady.

- No, seriously, fuck you!
- Yeah?

- Well, fuck you back.
- Oh, fuck me back?

- Fuck you back.
- Yeah.

- I'm not doing this.
- Fuck you!

Did you always want
to be an actress?

Yeah, I think so.

I don't know why exactly.

No one in my family is,
like, into the arts.

Mm-hmm. Where do you think
it comes from?

I mean, we moved all the time.

I feel like I always
end up saying in interviews

that it was about
creating some inner world,

being resilient,
but I don't think that's true.

We're a really close family.

I never felt lacking in any way.

I am talking.

Why did you move so much?

This feels a bit
like an interview.

- Army brat.
- Mm.

Did you always want
to be a doctor?

Yeah. Did you live
in other countries?

- Yes.
- Do you speak other languages?

- When I'm drunk.
- Drink up, then.

Mm. Can I get another one?

So, was it always
babies and vaginas?

Sure. Yeah, so, do you think
you're gonna stay on the show,

or do you want
to do other stuff, or...?

I don't know.
Everyone wants variety, right?

Yes. Very much so.

Should we go eat?

I could eat.

Like, a steak
or a seafood platter,

or we could jump on a boat,
horse ride around Central Park.

I have a junket I have to do,
this press thing.

Okay, cool. Well,
I could come find you later.

This is a lot.

You're... a lot.

- I should go.
- It's not...

I don't not want
to see you again.

- It's just, I...
- Sure.

As in, I'd like
to see you again.

I'm... It's at The Beekman.

I'll be there till late.

It was nice to meet you
today, Genevieve.

Good sign that she's
the one meeting us.

She could have sent some...

- Underling?
- Representative.

- Little vestigial fuck monkey?
- Focus.

Ah. That sounds
quite fun, actually.

But it's her
and her wife, Susan Parker.

And Susan Parker
is wife number...

- 11?
- Four. Hmm.

Is she the one
who did a shit on the floor

at the Guggenheim
at that opening?

- No.
- Shame.

That was wife number two,
the one who died.

Oh, my God. Yes, the one
who jumped out the window.

Don't talk about it.
It's too sad.

We really want
this woman's money?

We want the birthing center,
Elliot.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, we want the lab.

I kissed the actress.

I thought I'd get her for you.

She's a patient.
You can't fuck the patients.

Okay, I won't fuck
the patients anymore.

Are you seeing her again?

She has a press thing
at The Beekman till late.

Does she know we're twins?

She didn't mention it.

Most people fucking mention it.

Thank you.

Beverly?

- Yes?
- Just a quick fuck.

I'm worried she won't
live up to your fantasies.

I love babies.

Well, that's
a great start.

I love
everything about them.

- That's fantastic.
- And I just, I love women.

- Yes.
- Mm.

Oh, and I read some of
the materials you sent across.

- Thank you.
- And, oh, my goodness,

it was all just
so moving and so tragic,

and I just got so angry
about it all. Didn't I, Rebecca?

- You did.
- I just, I cannot think

of a better project
to be a part of. I really can't.

- Well, that's wonderful.
- It is.

And we'd love to know
what you made of it, Rebecca.

Rebecca thinks
babies are boring.

It's not that I think
they're boring.

I had a bunch.

I mean, I didn't
do the having, obviously.

Right, you're a mother.
You get it.

Yeah, I don't know
what that means, Joe.

What are you
looking for in an investor?

Ideally, someone who cares.

Less ideally.

A check.

I'll be honest.
I didn't find your proposal

particularly exciting
when I read it.

I find it even
less compelling now.

I like science. I like medicine.

That is my fucking jam.

That was my dad's shit.

That's my community.

That is where I put my money.

I'm gonna be straightforward.
I always think that's best.

You guys want someone who really
gives a fuck about this, too.

I give a fuck.

But you give a fuck
about dolphins

and rehabilitating pedophiles
and ice cream.

I want
a birthing center.

Yeah, I wish I could
say that I love your passion,

your ability, your project.

I don't know that I feel it.

- So you're not investing?
- Doesn't look that way.

Because we didn't pitch
hard enough?

You're asking for $16 million.

That's fuck-all to me,
but I was expecting more

than, like, sad-sack expressions
and silence.

I'm not asking
for twins on their knees.

Okay.

A woman died today.

Four hours after giving birth.

And another woman lost her baby.

No, fuck that, not lost.

Her baby died.

Are you terribly bad
at your jobs?

No.

This may not be that exciting
for you to hear, but no,

it happened because
of the system, because...

the system is fucked.

It's diabolical.

Despite the fact
that this is how

every single one of us
enters the world,

despite the fact that women
have been giving birth

for as long as humankind
has existed,

this is the best
that we have come up with.

It's a system
that bullies and scares

and terrorizes
and humiliates and rushes

and ruins women
and their bodies.

And then somehow,
somehow, we have been part

of making this system seem...

normal and necessary
and just a by-product

of what happens
should a woman be in a position

where a baby needs
to exit her body.

I know, I wish our proposal
were more thrilling for you,

was a fucking revolution

or a coup or a bomb
in the middle of the city

that could make the world look
radically different overnight,

but that's not how it works.

That's not what real change

for real human women
actually fucking looks like,

because we are
fucking brilliant, okay?

We are extraordinary.

We are as close
to fucking perfection

as you can get in this field,
and I am not fucking with you.

This is the most
important investment

that you could make
in your lives,

and not because it's about
sweet, soft, vulnerable,

hope, hope, hope,
hopeful babies,

but because if we get this
right, if we do this properly,

then it is world-changing.

Actually world-changing.

Slowly, but in a way that is...

deep, rooted,

permanent, meaningful,
fucking real.

But fuck you
if you don't see that.

Fuck you.

- Where are you going?
- Oh, we're done, aren't we?

You don't tell me to fuck off
and then fuck off yourself.

Sit the fuck back down.

It's been
a really difficult day.

Shut up, Joe.
She's talking about

holding a dead
fucking baby in her arms.

Did you hold a dead baby
in your arms today?

Thought not. Shut up.

Okay.

When I invest in something,

I need to get very fucking
involved, very fucking close,

like my breath on your neck,
do you understand?

That's my name, you know?

That's my family name.

That is important to me.

I'm not in, but I'm not not in.

We need to spend
some time together,

see if this might work.

You're schizophrenic.

I don't want to be.

You okay?

Uh-huh.

- You good?
- Uh... uh-huh.

Are you good?

You with me?

Mm-hmm.

You sure?

Can you hold out?

Uh-huh.

Did you always want to be
an accountant?

Does any child want
to be an accountant?

I was always
very detail-oriented.

So you ended up
where you should be.

I guess so.

I think that's amazing.

Do you have any siblings?

Two brothers,
and I had a sister.

Had?

Well, yeah. She, um...

Yeah, she died when I was, uh...

Is there... This is kind of...

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, um...

I didn't, like, know her.

I feel bad for my parents,

and kind of guilty, I guess,

for not actually missing her.

I miss the idea of her.

I'm sorry, uh, this is...

Do you crave stability,
do you think?

Or do you run away from it?

You have a really nice face...

Ryan.

You have a really
nice face, Ryan.

Thanks, Elliot.

You, too.

Obviously.

I crave it.

Stability.

My sister says
I'm a hungry person.

I like to feast.

But just once.

I just started dreaming about babies.

About holding them,
the weight of them.

Constantly.

And it's not something I, like,

think about or plan for,
you know?

- Mm.
- Like, I'm not someone who always felt

that that kind of family life
was necessarily for me.

Right? So I figured
this is a body thing.

This is a hormonal thing.

This is fucking clock shit,
right?

So don't panic.

Just do the grown-up thing
and get it checked out.

And now I just feel like,
is she fucking with me, my body?

Sending out all of these
crazy hormones when actually,

actually, fuck you,
not possible.

I appreciate that. I don't
actually want to talk about it.

So, what about you?
No babies?

No.

No babies.

- You don't want them?
- Yes, I-I do, actually.

It just hasn't been,
uh, happening.

- You've been trying? On your own?
- Yeah.

Yeah, they don't stick, so...

maybe it's not meant to be.

Maybe I should give up.

I just... I just can't quite
seem to.

Hmm.

Are you actively trying now?

Yeah.

I think that's amazing.

You have the most heavenly face.

Do you live here by yourself?

With my sister.

Okay. Cool.

You never mentioned a sister.

I forgot she existed.

Are you hungry?

Is that a line?

No.

I'm genuinely fucking starving.

You're really into the whole

delayed gratification thing.

I'm gonna make you something.

Oh, no, you don't
have to do that.

You can't cook, you said,

and I'm a fucking good cook.

And I have a feeling...

...this is gonna have
some options.

Yep.

Baby sister.

Hey.

Good morning.

Would you like a juice?

You're not her sister.

True.

Did you tidy up?

You would like a juice?

I was going to tidy up.
This is so embarrassing.

Did you fold my clothes?
Oh, my God.

Are you, like,
a fucking maid or something?

Yes. Yes.

I'm like a fucking maid.

That is so wild.

Good morning.

I'm Elliot.

Um...

No.

No, I...

I didn't know that
your sister was a twin.

Oh,
she didn't tell you?

Well, that's outrageous.

But also, can't you google?

I mean, you must be the only
fucking person in Manhattan

who doesn't know about
the Mantle twins.

Elliot.

Okay.

I didn't know you were famous.

We're not famous.

We're obviously not famous.

You're famous.

Excuse me?

You're on that show.
Beverly loves that show.

Right.

It is weird you didn't tell me.

Yes. Yes, I...

just completely, genuinely
forgot she existed.

Can I ask you something awful?

- Something offensive?
- Yes.

It's only been you, right?
The whole time?

I've just been with you?

- It's offensive.
- Yes.

It's only been me.

I like you.

Are you psyched
about the Parkers?

I like them.
I really, really like them.

I don't know why they've got
such a bad fucking reputation.

She's directly responsible
for the death

of hundreds of thousands
of people.

Don't be boring, Beverly.
What happened with the actress?

Was it awful?
Should I cheer you up?

Should I get you someone else?

No, thank you, Elliot.

What about her?

She looks nice.

- Soft, pliable.
- No.

- Let me get her for you.
- No, Elliot.

- Come on.
- No.

Why not?

♪ My one and only ♪

♪ I know if you return...

You aren't seeing her again?

Beverly.

She was incredible, Elliot.

What do you mean?

I'm not telling.

Beverly.

It's none of your business.

Everything's
my fucking business.

Not this.

♪ That you are my only love...

- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.

- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.

Beverly?

Would you like to tell us
your story?

I'm here because my...

sister died.

My twin.

♪ Don't think I can't feel ♪

♪ That there's something wrong ♪

♪ You've been the sweetest
part of my life ♪

♪ For so long ♪

♪ I look in your eyes ♪

♪ There's a distant light ♪

♪ And you and I know ♪

♪ There'll be a storm tonight ♪

♪ This is getting serious ♪

♪ Are you thinking about you ♪

♪ Or us? ♪

♪ Don't say what you're ♪

♪ About to say ♪

♪ Look back before ♪

♪ You leave my life ♪

♪ Be sure before ♪

♪ You close my door ♪

♪ Before you roll ♪

♪ Those dice ♪

♪ Baby, think twice ♪

♪ Baby, think twice ♪

♪ For the sake of our love ♪

♪ For the memory ♪

♪ For the fire and the faith ♪

♪ That was you and me ♪

♪ Babe, I know it ain't easy ♪

♪ When your soul cries out ♪

♪ For higher ground ♪♪