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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--

Oh. Mr. Sinatra? I'm so sorry to bother you.

No bother at all.

Would you mind signing my napkin?

Wow. I-I could die happy now.

Now don't do that.

Oh, and my wife loved you in Peyton Place, Ms. 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,

- who's gonna-- - I-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.

Good luck with that, kid.

How you doing in there?

Fine. Thank you.

Mia!

New idea.

So, you walk into the street,

- distracted, scared-- - The street?

- And they'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.

Mm. Thanks, Sharon.

The devil is beautiful, you know?

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

All set, Mia?

Right this way.

Rolling.

And action.

Mia?

I'm coming!

I can help you, if you let me.

- W-What do you mean? - Take it off.

How did you know?

Women's intuition.

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...

...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'm gonna 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.

Do not 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!

I beg you,

listen to your wife!

Listen to your wife!

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

Please--

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.

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?

To be sedated.

You her daughter?

- No. - Oh.

Just assumed.

She's heavily sedated.

Won't be herself.

I'll give you a minute.

Sorry I didn't believe you.

They will... they will take

everything from you.

All of your dreams

will becoming a nightmare.

Please.

Get out. Now.

Look who woke up for her guest.

- Oh, poor babe. Here. - No...

We just want her to be comfortable.

No. - It's okay.

You're okay.

Where did she go? Hmm?

Oh, some friends came to pick her up.

- What friends? - Some women?

They seemed nice.

Oh, my God.

Congratulations!

This is crazy!

Oh, my God. - We got an Oscar nominee in here!

You're here.

You're here, and you're here.

I've never actually...

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 L.A.

I mean, 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'd love the Gucci.

- 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."

Oh, my God.

This is where Harvey Weinstein ejaculated into a plant.

- Stop. - Iconic.

Now, you're going to that gifting suite, right?

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

It's not about the free shit. It's about being seen.

I mean, 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, okay? - Mm.

Hey.

Anna. Over here.

Oh.

- Uh... - Yeah, 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!

Oh, beautiful. One more.

Now, can I get you this way...

Okay. Right this way.

Oh.

Don't forget your misting spray.

Hello, Ms. Alcott.

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

silk sleep mask?

Would you, uh, like to try it on?

- Um... - There you go.

It blocks out 99.9% of light

so you will get your smoothest sleep possible

before the big night.

Well, thank you.

Oh.

- Will you give me a minute? - Of course.

Hi, Anna!

Congratulations!

What are you doing here?

Manning my booth, silly.

Uh, 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.

Make yourselves at home.

If you change into your gown, Dr. Hill will be in shortly.

Okay. Hmm.

Thank you.

It all began in such a simple way.

Such a cliché.

Oh, my God, you're amazing.

Open 'em.

What is this?

It's yours.

You deserve this.

And it gets better.

I 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.

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.

We were supposed to be at the plane 20 minutes ago.

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

Dr. Hill says he needs you here as soon as possible,

or we have to start this whole cycle all over again.

How fast can you get here?

Come right with me, Ms. Alcott.

Then you were there.

So close.

I felt our connection.

And in the end, it all fell apart.

We need to talk.

I couldn't let you be happy.

Baby...

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.

Yeah, I don't...

I'm not having this conversation.

Yeah, well, it's gonna be okay.

I know it's not gonna be--

Hey, babe.

You're back so early.

Whoa.

I'm just talking to Talia.

Get out.

Housekeeping.

No thank you!

No, I said no thank you!

Don't yell at me.

It's the big day. Half-caf.

Bathroom emergency. Sorry.

Are you okay?

Are you shitting?

Yes. Okay, well, squeeze

that fucker out ASAP. It's go time, bitch.

Plop, plop. Let's go.

Why are you covered in a sheet?

Did you sheet yourself or something?

I'm sorry. That was a good one.

- Oh, my God. - Don't.

Oh, you just cut yourself shaving. You had me worried.

Oh, that's the glam squad.

I always knew he was a piece of shit.

Never trust a man with blonde highlights.

- Siobhan. - What?

Like we're gonna not 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 want to 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've 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?

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 ambassadorships.

Congratulations, Anna.

May the best nominee win.

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.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the 96th annual Academy Awards.

What's wrong?

I think I just had a contraction.

Okay, just hold tight.

Good evening.

I want to take the time to congratulate

all the incredible nominees that are here tonight.

Yes.

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

Some of whom are not even white. - Well, apparently you can.

You know, the Oscars have come a long way

the last few years.

Okay, just... hold on

till we get to your category and then we'll go to the hospital.

You are so strong.

This year's selection of nominees

in the Best Actress category features 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 Echoes.

Do you want this?

Say yes. Babette Eno.

Yes.

What would you give up for it?

Anything.

Anything?

And the Oscar

- goes to... - Congratulations.

Anna Victoria Alcott.

The Auteur.

Go get that hardware, baby.

Thank you.

Mom?

I... I...

We have to go, Siobhan.

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