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Hi Mom.

I'm fine.

I'm not going back there, Mom.

I'm not going back.

No.

Not this time.

I won't.

He's not my father!

He's a fucking pig!

Mom.

Mom, I have to go.

I have an interview.

Sorry.

I'll call you back.

Okay.

Very well.

Mr. Belov is waiting for you.

Thank you.

And do you have any experience

with senile patients?

Yes, I have.

I took care of my grandmother three years

right before she died.

Dasha is a very sweet woman.

Well, she was.

But her illness is already very advanced.

She rarely connects with reality

and when she does, sometimes she gets violent

with the nurses and even me.

Ever since my sister Anna died,

her illness got progressively worse in a very short time.

It's ok, I know how to handle that kind

of situation.

And can she walk?

Yes, but slowly and with help.

Dasha was born in the Soviet Union

but grew up here in New York.

My grandparents were doctors,

they came to United States when she was very young.

-Is that your baby?

No.

Do you have any children, family?

No, I... I don't.

I live alone, I just arrived to the city.

Hm.

-Could you start tonight? -Wait. What?

Yes, yes. I could!

Great.

Karen, the nurse who was taking care of her, stopped coming in

and Dasha can't stay another night

in that huge house.

Okay.

Hello Mrs. Belov.

My name is Emma. I was hired by your son to take of you.

I'm going to be your new nurse.

Do you need something?

Do you need to go to the bathroom?

Okay.

Why don't we lay you down?

That's it.

And let me put your feet here.

I'll cover you up.

I'm gonna take care of you.

Okay?

Mrs. Belov?

My sweet Anna.

You came to visit me.

I'm not Anna, Mrs. Belov.

My name is Emma. I'm your nurse.

Remember?

No!

You are not my daughter.

She died.

Who are you?

I'm Emma. I'm your nurse.

Your son Alexander hired me. Remember?

Wouldn't you like to go and take a walk?

It's nice outside.

We can go and get some fresh air.

What are these marks, Mrs. Belov?

Did someone do this to you?

Did your old nurse did this to you?

No!

No!

No, no, no, I need to get out!

-Stay calm, please, stay calm. -No!

-Stay calm, it's okay. -No!

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

-It's me. It's ok. -No.

-Stay calm. Stay calm. -No.

Open.

Are you okay, Mrs. Belov?

I want you to know that you can trust me.

If something is happening or someone is hurting you.

You can trust me.

We're gonna go to sleep now. Rest.

Thank you my sweet Anna.

Night.

Mrs. Belov?

Is that you?

Here child, enter.

Mrs. Belov?

Mrs. Belov?

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. It's me, Emma.

Remember? Emma, your nurse.

Let's go back to sleep, okay?

Let's go back to sleep.

Mrs. Belov!

Stop! Stop! Please, stop.

Stop! Stop!

You're hurting yourself. Don't!

Go to sleep. Go to sleep.

Now we're going to sleep

and tomorrow we going to do something nice, okay?

Mrs. Belov, please let go.

You're hurting me.

Mrs. Belov, please let go.

Mrs. Belov!

Go to sleep.

Mrs. Belov?

I'm taking a bath right now. Do you need something?

Fucking creepy.

Mrs. Belov.

I told you, you're going to hurt yourself!

Mrs. Belov?

Mrs. Belov?

Mrs. Belov?

Mrs. Belov?

What the fuck did you do to me?!

What are you doing?

Shh.

I'll take care of you, darling. Don't worry.

No. No.

No, please.

No. No. Please.

Shh.

Stay quiet.

Help!

Shh.

You're going to make Dasha mad.

She really likes you.

Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone, please.

Don't worry, she'll take care of you.

She's being taken care of pregnant women all her life.

I'm not pregnant.

What did you do to me?

I performed artificial insemination of you

when you were sleeping.

Why?

In a few days, we'll do a pregnancy test to be sure.

Fuck you! Fucking bitch!

Fuck you!

She's going to take care of both of you

if you do everything she says.

She's escaping!

When you come out, You will regret it.

Who is it?

You have to come. This bitch killed Alexander!

I need your help!

I knew you were coming down.

Do you like your baby's room?

Help!

Help!

Help!

No.

I gotta get the fuck out of this house.

"From the Berlin wall take a look at them,

"they've been there since last night.

"They are here in the thousands.

"They are here in the tens of thousands.

"Occasionally they shout, they almost beg the wall must go.

"Thousands and thousands of West Germans

"come to make the point that the wall has suddenly--"

Pieces of shit!

"Something as you can see almost to party on"

Who's there?

It's okay. It's okay.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Please, help me.

Please, help me.

Okay. What's your name? What's your name?

Karen.

Okay. We're going to get out of here, okay?

Stay with me.

Wait. Wait. Wait. Keys.

Shh.

No. No.

-No. -Today is the day.

Today you'll give birth.

But it will be quick and painless.

No, please. Please! Please!

Don't!

No, please. Please. Please!

-Now you're going to sleep...

and when you wake up, everything will be over.

Where are the fucking keys?

Listen!

I'm gonna go upstairs and get the keys, okay?

-No. No. Don't leave me. -Stay!

-Don't leave me, don't leave me, please, don't leave me.

I'm coming back. I'm not gonna leave you.

Please!

They're gonna kill me and take my baby! Please!

She's coming upstairs! She's coming up!

She's coming up!

Under the bed

was my favorite hiding place when I was a little girl.

My father was a very strict man.

I was afraid of him.

He would sit on my bed and bang his boots five times.

I had five times to get out.

Otherwise the punishment will be worse.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Wait.

Now, you're going to help me carry

your new friend up from the basement.

-Okay. Okay. -Walk!

What are you gonna do with us?

The baby's coming. Please!

Go!

Please!

The baby's coming, please.

Let her go.

Wait!

Fuck.

Come on! Come on!

Help her up the stairs.

Wait!

Go!

It hurts!

It hurts so much!

To the second floor!

No! It hurts!

Please!

No! No!

I can't! I can't, please! Please!

It's coming.

Go upstairs.

The baby is not going to be born here on the floor.

You can do it! Okay?

You can do this. We're almost there.

-Please! -Grab onto me. Grab onto me!

-Please! -Grab onto me, you can do it!

Come on! We're almost there!

Come on!

Go to the bathroom.

You have to help her!

-Go to the bathroom!

-No! No! No! -It's okay. It's okay.

Please! Please, no!

Please!

No!

Open the medicine cabinet.

Take out the seal.

Put on your wrist.

Tie them.

Go!

Where's Karen?

Help!

Help!

Help! Help!

Help, please!

Please, help!

Shut your mouth or I'll kill you.

Please help! I'm here.

I'm here!

Please! Please, help!

Help me, please! Please!

She's mine.

Go!

Stop there.

Please, let me go.

-Shut up!

Lay down and chain yourself.

Go!

You won't kill me.

You don't kill babies.

You take care of them.

As if they were your own.

Because they are your own, aren't they?

You won't kill me. Not until this baby is born.

I can use any girl.

Don't make me shoot you.

No!

Now I'm gonna make sure I'm the last one,

you crazy old bitch!

Mom?

Where are you?

Mom?

Where are you?

Mom?

Oh my god!

Don't fucking move!

Where is my mother?

I'm sorry for what you went through.

But I had nothing to do with it.

Where is my mother?

Down the basement.

Mom!

Give me the keys.

-She needs help! -Give me the fucking keys.

Now!

Now you're gonna stay here until the police comes.

Shh, shh.

Help!

Today marks nine months since the famous

and macabre case of The Caregiver.

Over last ten years, more than ten girls were killed

due to baby trafficking.

In this house of horror, young girls were kidnaped,

forced to get pregnant and were cared for

during nine months by the Russian doctor,

Dasha Belov.

Emma Hudson was her last victim,

yet managed to escape while saving one of the babies.

When the FBI entered the house they only found four bodies.

Those of her children Anna and Alexander, a Russian man,

and the body of young Karen Emerson.

However, doctor Belov's body was not found inside the house.

The FBI still searching for The Caregiver,

who is still missing.

Who's there?

I knew you would come.

I knew you wouldn't abandon your grandson.

He's the only one you've got

now that your son's dead.

Surely you didn't know it was a boy.

Did you really think I would have it?

Did you really think I would have the child

of someone as disgusting and repulsive as your son?

It would make me sick just thinking about the idea

of giving birth to something with your blood.