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I just never thought it would be like this, you know?

I'm almost 40.

Men treat me like I'm invisible.

I've given up on ever getting married

or even buying an apartment

because I've put all my money,

all my savings into IVF.

And I'm just so fucking tired.

My friends, they silently pity me, I can feel it.

I'm glad I'm not the only one.

Oh, no, she's the worst.

She's been coming here for a few years

and it's the same pathetic share every single time.

I know, it's like, "I get it, your life sucks, but..."

Maybe that's 'cause you suck.

Do you want to grab a drink?

I'd love to, but I have an audition in the morning.

Ooh, exciting. For what?

Some "feminist" horror film written by a man.

When are they gonna let us tell our own stories?

When they're all dead?

Here. Put your number in.

Do you know Dr. Hill?

No. Who's that?

The best fertility doc in the city.

I'll text you his contact.

I-I actually really like my doctor.

Are you pregnant yet?

You're so nice.

There's nothing more important than female friendship.

Please welcome Academy Award nominee...

You're gonna be okay.

The ambulance is here.

How did you know I would win?

Are you okay?

What the fuck is he doing here?

You-you called him?

He is the baby's father.

You can ride with me in the ambulance,

but don't fucking talk to me.

I'll meet you at the hospital.

I'm so proud of you.

Thank you.

Shouldn't there be a medic back here?

I'm sure it's fine, honey.

Fuck!

Which hospital are we taking her to?

Ma'am?

I need quiet in order to drive the ambulance, sir.

I'm trying to help.

And you've been doing a fantastic job of that so far.

What's going on?

Ms. Alcott, are you--? Hey!

What the fuck?!

What the fuck did you do?!

Aah! Aah.

The baby's coming.

Fuck!

What the fuck? What the fuck?

Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!

- Do something! - Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

Fu...!

bhan] I want to make a deal with you.

Well, uh, I hate to tell you...

Ms. Corbyn,

but, uh, that's not how this works.

I hate to tell you, Dr. Hill,

but that's exactly how this will work.

I'm gonna give you the life of your dreams.

I'm gonna send you every high-profile

and wealthy patient who will do anything for a baby.

Spend anything for a baby.

You will become

the number one fertility specialist in New York City

while always looking amazing.

And all you have to do

is do exactly what I say.

How does that sound?

Is that a yes?

Yes. Yes.

Who are you?

I'm Siobhan Corbyn.

And I make my own rules.

Bravo. Bravo.

That was beautiful!

Oh!

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Aw.

Did you know that Kamal has a child?

Sorry, had a child.

I bet you didn't even think to ask.

You selfish bitch.

Dex.

Stop it!

Stop it!

Whew.

I don't know about you, but I personally...

feel fine never hearing that man speak again.

Right?

Salve, o puer.

Vivant liberi Domini nostri.

These are the last moments of your life

before you become a mother.

Savor them.

Now...

push!

Harder!

...Domini nostri.

Salve...

Harder than that!

Vivant liberi Domini nostri.

- I can't. - Salve, o puer.

Isn't it amazing that every human being on this earth

was welcomed by the sound of a woman screaming?

This is your night.

Now push!

Salve...

Vivant liberi Domini nostri.

Is he okay?

He's perfect.

Let me hold him.

- ♪ Hush-a-by, baby ♪ - What are you doing?

♪ Baby not mine ♪

♪ My woeful wail ♪

♪ Do you pity never? ♪

♪ Hush-a-bye, baby, baby, not mine... ♪

Let me hold him!

You already are.

What?

You're holding what you chose,

and I'm holding what you gave up for it.

No, no, no, no, no, I... I didn't... I didn't mean that.

Oh, but you did.

You can't do this!

But we are.

Oh. Oh.

Okay.

You a hungry boy?

Here you go.

Oh, yes.

Ooh, he is a hungry boy. Oh.

Oh, such a good boy.

Ooh. Oh.

Give him to me!

What was that?

I didn't see anything.

Stop lying to me!

You'll feel so much better once you just surrender

and stop fighting.

Stop!

Shh.

Stop it!

♪ And down will come Anna ♪

♪ Cradle and all. ♪

Good morning, sister.

Rise and shine.

It's a beautiful day to make mayhem.

Mm, mm, mm.

I knew it.

And nobody believed me.

Where is my baby?!

- Shh. - Shh.

Hey, what's happening?!

Having trouble moving?

I brought your wheelchair, Ms. Alcott.

- I don't need that. - Oh, I'm afraid you do. Look.

She paralyzed you.

In the T-10 vertebra.

- You'll never walk again. - Here. Let me help you.

No, don't touch me!

Very well.

What did I do to deserve this?

- Ooh. - Oh.

Look, there's that self-pity again.

"Wah-wah! Poor me."

You know exactly what you did.

You were selfish.

- Ambitious. - Entitled.

- Conceited. - Vain.

Exhausting. - In other words,

you were perfect.

Perfect for what?

Our mission.

We recruit women who want to have it all.

Career, marriage, motherhood.

We exploit that desire for what we need.

In your case, we needed something extra special.

What?

- We'll show you. - Oh.

One.

Two. Three!

- Yes! - Yes.

We hung all of these paintings for you.

We know how much you like them.

Slut! Has-been.

Loser!

Cunt!

Make it stop!

Oh, it never will.

You drank the Kool-Aid, darling.

Or rather, the B-12 vitamins.

And the gift bag of goodies.

And all those fertility shots and progesterone suppositories.

And even my red lipstick.

And don't forget the pickles and ice cream.

Why was the ice cream in the fridge?

Fuck you.

Poor thing.

Don't you see?

This was all a part of the plan.

Welcome. At last.

We are so glad you're here.

How could you do this to me?!

Nothing has been done to you, Anna.

This is all being done for you.

I can't walk!

Yeah, all right, that part's a bummer,

but that's also kind of on you.

You reneged on our agreement.

- What? No, I didn't! - You promised us a baby,

and then, you tried to take him back.

Don't gaslight a gaslighter, babe.

Why are my hands like this?!

Because you've got blood on them, dum-dum.

Proverbially.

But don't worry, it'll go away.

If you join us.

The women we target always have a choice.

Join us and receive our gifts:

eternal youth, beauty and power.

Or not,

and wander the world ugly, aging and alone.

Just like your friend Mavis Preecher.

And even though I had Nicolette start stalking you in infancy

to implant all of the qualities

that we needed for you to be pliant and perfect,

technically, you still have a choice, too.

Welcome, Anna.

I know. Surprise.

My little spies.

And my greatest and longest fuck.

I only copulate with the most depraved men I can find.

My Dexter, who was the conduit of a miracle.

It shouldn't have been possible, but 45 years ago--

he was actually really hot back then-- I conceived.

And I assumed the baby would be a creature like his cousins,

but he was born human.

I made Virginia raise him as her own.

What was she gonna say? No?

And together,

we created the vessel that would give us

the most powerful creature of them all.

The baby you birthed.

Your dead husband is my son.

And the baby you carried

is the product of his sperm and my egg.

He is three-quarters me.

I mean, we used to have to use magic to make our creatures.

IVF produces miracles these days.

You're a monster.

Oh, no, babe.

I'm so much worse.

Somebody's awake.

Please, can I hold him?

Absolutely.

But if you hold him, you join us.

And if you don't want to, that's okay.

You'll just end up like your friend Preech.

I mean, either way, you'll always have him.

- He can't wait to meet you. - He can't wait to meet you.

So adorable.

Gather, my Delicates.

Salve, o puer.

Ave Satanas.

Vivant--

You killed my son.

You told me to.

That was a test.

You were Abraham and he was Isaac.

And what does that make me?

I killed the surrogate's human twin for you.

I killed my own daughter for you!

So sweet. But not good enough.

Will she resurrect?

She doesn't need to.

But don't worry, ladies.

I saved the part of my son I really needed.

I will be able to keep making special creatures like him,

incubated in her, and in all of you,

until we fulfill our mission.

What fucking mission?!

Saving the world, stupid.

We're breeding creatures who'll grow up

to have super abilities.

Super strength.

Super swiftness.

Super ruthlessness.

And viciousness.

Our creatures will restore humanity

to the greatness intended for it.

And the ones made with my egg

and my son's sperm will be the most powerful.

They'll be our Napoleons deploying their brute brethren

to kill every man on the planet.

Except for the ones we keep as sex slaves.

We'll finally have a matriarchy.

Utopia.

It's not utopia if you have to kill innocent people

to achieve it.

Sometimes you have to snap a few necks

to do what's right.

Men are responsible for destroying our ecosystem

as we speak.

We'll never recover from the damage

toxic masculinity has caused.

Our only hope is to wipe out

the tyrannical systems destroying us.

And implement a new order.

One of love and sisterhood,

not oppression and machismo.

It will never work.

Oh, it will.

According to you.

But who are you?

I am The Auteur, bitch.

I run this world.

You have to hold him now.

Someone just died for you.

He's hungry. It's feeding time.

Prepare Mama's nourishment.

You need to see what you look like

the first time you nurse him.

Careful.

His teeth are really sharp.

Ah!

Why is my milk red?

Because it's blood.

Why do you think he loved that dead raccoon?

Oh, yes, you did.

Yes, you did.

It-it hurts.

- It's good for him. - Ah!

I can't do this.

Didn't you want to be a mother?

Not like this.

Motherhood is never what we think it will be.

It's so much more beautiful.

I really thought that you cared about me.

You comforted me.

You mothered me.

I trusted you.

I believed in you.

I loved you.

You're welcome.

How do you live with yourself?

Oh, sweetie, I'm obsessed with myself.

Just get away from me!

I never will.

We're blood-bound.

Together forever.

What's wrong with you? People will know you're here.

People will know you're here! We see you, we hear you.

♪ Sooner or later you're gonna be mine ♪

♪ Sooner or later you're gonna be fine ♪

♪ Baby, it's time that you faced it ♪

♪ I always get my man. ♪

Let me fetch our libations.

♪ Sooner or later you're gonna decide ♪

♪ Sooner or later there's nowhere to hide ♪

♪ Baby, it's time, so why waste it with chatter? ♪

♪ Let's settle ♪

♪ The matter ♪

♪ Baby, you're mine on a platter ♪

Salve, o puer. Ave Hestia.

Vivant liberi Domini nostri.

Salve, o puer. Ave Hestia.

Vivant liberi Domini nostri.

Salve, o puer. Ave Hestia.

Vivant liberi Domini nostri.

Salve, o puer. Ave Hestia.

Vivant liberi Domini nostri.

Salve, o puer. Ave Hestia.

Vivant liberi Domini nostri.

Salve, o puer. Ave Hestia.

Vivant liberi Domini nostri.

Salve, o puer. Ave Hestia.

Vivant liberi Domini nostri.

Only light can snuff out the dark.

Salve, o puer. Ave Hestia.

Vivant liberi Domini nostri.

Salve, o puer. Ave Hestia.

Vivant liberi Domini nostri.

Salve, o puer. Ave Hestia.

Vivant liberi Domini nostri.

Salve, o puer! Ave Hestia!

Vivant liberi Domini nostri!

Salve, o puer! Ave Hestia!

Vivant liberi Domini nostri!

Salve, o puer! Ave Hestia!

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Salve, o puer. Ave Hestia.

Vivant liberi Domini nostri.

Salve, o puer. Ave Satanas.

Vivant liberi Domini nostri.

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