That's your husband.
- I don't understand. - Ran out for dog food at 11:02 p.m.
Came back 17 minutes later.
No one else till us. Your girl did not enter or exit the building tonight.
Well, maybe she was hiding in the building.
-Did you check-- -We checked the stairwells, the basements.
-Nothing. Mr. Alcott. -Harding.
I'm sorry.
That's okay. It happens all the time.
Price I pay for being married to such an amazing woman.
Can you tell us what happened from your perspective?
We were in bed. My wife was asleep. I was reading.
And then, Oz, he started whining.
I realized we hadn't given him his dinner. We'd had a big day.
So, I saw we were out of dog food and went out to get some.
-Couldn't find my hat. Put on my wife's. -Nice color on you.
Ha! Yeah, thanks.
So, after I got the dog food, came back, Anna was on the phone with 911.
That mess was all over the floor. That shit on the mirror.
So you didn't see anything or anyone suspicious, Mr. Harding?
Not at all.
I'm sorry, sweetheart.
Your wife showed us the, um, torn-up embryo scans.
Do-- Do not share that with anyone outside of this investigation.
Everything you share with us will be strictly confidential, ma'am.
-Yeah, I think we can trust them, sweetie. -Now, I know this sounds crazy,
but do you think anyone you know could have, you know,
maybe thought it was funny to pull a prank on you?
-A prank? -Absolutely not.
Just asking 'cause your dog didn't bark at all at the intruder. Right?
One last thing.
Can you remind me how you got that lipstick all over your hands?
Uh...
I-I-I-It was a blur.
Is it possible that some medication you're on
could've caused you to think you saw something?
What? Why would you ask me that?
Uh, we noticed this box of progesterone suppositories on the counter over there.
My wife is not making this up.
Okay. Just asking.
When we're done with the photos and prints, you can get cleaned up.
Yeah. Thank you, detectives.
Surprise!
- You got a Gotham Award nomination!
This means your Oscar nom is basically in the bag.
-Wow. -All right. Come on, everyone.
Selfie time.
Okay.
All right. Gorgina.
Okay. I'm sending this to you. Put this on the 'gram pronto.
I am trying to get off Instagram.
You literally can't.
I have this-- this stalker situation.
Girl, that means you're hot.
Hey, can I talk to you?
Okay. So, what happened to you the other night was fucked.
-Thank you. -But I need you to get it together.
Do you know how hard my staff has worked for you?
How many hours we've spent campaigning for this nomination?
How many blow jobs were collectively given for you to even be considered?
I mean, Derek's jaw may never recover,
but he knows how crucial these Gotham Awards are
for your entire life trajectory.
And you just stand there like...
If your face looks like a fucking cat's asshole every minute of the day,
no one's gonna wanna watch it win an Oscar.
So let me know now. If there's no joy in this job for you,
I can help you fill out an application to work at Costco.
-Siobhan. I-I am-- I'm so sorry-- I-- -Let me ask you something.
Do you think Jamie Lee Curtis liked walking those red carpets?
Do you think she thought it was fun
to get asked all these inane questions about being a nepo baby?
No. No one likes it.
But do you wanna know why she did it?
'Cause she wanted that Oscar.
We are shifting your entire attitude right now and your regimen.
Okay. For the next five months,
you are not an actress anymore.
You are an athlete.
And your sport: campaigning for a fucking Oscar.
Gothams, Globes, BAFTAs, SAG Awards, Oscars.
Take a little vacay. The end.
Otherwise, what in the literal hell are we doing here?
Okay.
In the meantime...
take this.
B12.
And take these. I'll get more.
Is all of this safe for pregnancy?
Would I ever do anything to hurt you?
Thank you for saving me from myself.
I mean, I'm trying.
Together we're gonna give you the life of your dreams.
Riverside Fertility. This is Cora.
-Oh, Cora. Hi. Um-- - Hi, Anna.
-How did you know it was me? Any update on your stalker?-
-How did you know about that? Anna, you told me.-
When we spoke yesterday?
ou called to ask aboutY hich brand of pregnancy testw
-Dr. Hill recommends-- -Right. Yes.
Let me see if Dr. Hill's available.
Hey, one more thing. Um, that woman, Ms. Preecher?
Ugh. That old bag. Don't worry about her. She's harmless.
ust a kook who thinks IVFJ s murder and drops offi razy pamphlets every week.c
I think she's following me.
I doubt she even has the mental competence for that, honestly.
You don't think she's the one who broke into your apartment, do you?
- I-I-It's probably nothing. - Never mind.
Anna, are you all right?
- Can I just talk to Dr. Hill, please? No. No. No. Don't--
- One moment. - Oh, Jesus.
Hello, Anna. Hi. How are you feeling?
- Hi, Dr. Hill. I, um-- I just vomited. So... Okay.
ou're wondering if that'sY good sign for implantation.a
Well, could be.
We ask that you hold off on taking a pregnancy test
until 14 days from the embryo transfer.
You have 11 to go.
Hey.
Fuck!
-I'm so sorry. -Anna!
I-I-I didn't-- I didn't mean to.
Hey, it's okay. I know that slicing guys' faces open
is your love language.
-Let me go get some Neosporin. -Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Take this with you.
It hasn't been two weeks yet.
Babe.
I wanna say no matter what happens, I love you.
And I am in this with you no matter what.
Oh, my God!
We did it. We did it. We did it.
We did it.
Why is she calling you?
We're talking about a pop-up show in the Hamptons. Fuck.
We've been playing phone tag.
Do you mind?
Hey, Sone.
Look, see? That's your gestational sac.
Yolk sac. And that is your...
Say it with me. Ah. Come on.
Fetal pole.
And, if we look closely, we can see the heartbeat.
It's a cutie, if I don't say so myself.
Okay. Now, a little bit of pressure.
Okay? And now.
Dr. Hill, thank you so much.
- What can we do to, um, ensure that-- - Ah, yes.
The perennial question. How can we make sure this, uh, sticks? Um...
Thank you.
As much as I would love to tell you that there's a, uh,
secret recipe for success on anything in life,
there isn't.
Eat well, stay healthy,
exercise moderately and, most of all--
And I know that your career is, you know, super important to you,
but please avoid
any kind of stress at all.
Oh, my God.
This is going to transform our whole campaign.
I'm mood-boarding Catherine Zeta-Jones 2003 award season looks ASAP.
We love a beautiful bump draped in couture.
I'm so fucking happy for you.
- I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. - Thank you.
All right. Now, are you ready for what I'm about to show you?
Do you have smelling salts on hand?
All right, I have other options, but if you don't love this,
- I'm gonna commit literal murder-sui. - Okay.
I have a connection at The Paper Bag Princess in West Hollywood.
Wait, seriously? Obviously.
You're welcome.
It looks just like the dress Madonna wore at the 1991 Oscars.
That's weird.
Except it isn't because this is that exact dress.
Literally put it on.
Do I have to, like, pray or something before?
No, just do not rip it.
Okay. I'm, like, sopping wet.
-And these. -Mmm.
-Okay. -I mean...
Can we please go in your room? You have to see this.
Fuck it. Okay.
Why didn't you clean it off?
I tried. It wouldn't come off.
Whatever.
Look at you.
♪ Sooner or later you're gonna be mine ♪
♪ Sooner or later you're gonna be fine ♪
♪ Baby, it's time that you face it ♪
♪ I always get my man ♪
What the fuck?
Face forward, Anna.
-Anna! -Anna!
Anna, over here.
Over here!
Babette! Babette! Babette!
-Babette! -Babette, over here!
Please, Babette, over here.
I'm sorry to do this here. I'm just such a big fan.
I wouldn't be here without Summer Day.
Oh, that's so sweet. Thank you.
Congrats on your nomination tonight.
Oh, I can't believe we're even in the same category.
It's like, pinch fat little nine-year-old me.
Where's your dress from? So cute.
Oh, it's-- it's archival. Madonna wore it to the 1991 Oscars.
Oh, I'll have to YouTube it. I wasn't born yet.
Ladies, can we get a photo of the two of you together?
Oh, sure.
Look at this. The two generations collide.
Okay.
-Well, I don't wanna hold you up. -Oh, sure. Bye.
-Please, Babette. Over here. -Babette!
Now, Dex, don't take this the wrong way,
but how does your wife keep getting hotter?
The real question is
how do you keep trivializing the work she does by focusing only on her looks?
She literally saved your film.
And that is why all of Hollywood is utterly terrified of this woman.
Now, how is everything though?
I heard there was a stalking situation. I'm so sorry.
-No. -Really? I-- I'm sorry. I-I heard that...
-Did you tell him that? -I barely know this asshole.
Well, it's fine. Of course.
I just heard that the Andy Cohen interview had to be pulled.
-I really don't want to get into that. -Of course. I'm so sorry.
-Yeah. I'm-- I'm fine. -Totally.
Don't fucking placate me.
Sorry. Excuse me.
Oh, my God. You're Anna Victoria Alcott.
Oh, I-I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I just-- I love you.
-Oh, thank you. Thank you so much. -Oh, God.
Sorry that my palms are so slippery.
I wish I could say it's water, but it's sweat.
Oh. It's-- It's nice to meet you.
Do you mind if I ask you a question?
How are you feeling? I mean, you must be so nervous.
- I'm fine. - Oh, you don't look like it.
I'm sorry. I always say the wrong thing.
Whoa, we have the same shoes.
Twinsies!
Do you mind if I take a picture?
Um--
I'm sorry. Excuse me.
- Are you-- Oh, no. Oh, God. Are you--
Get away from my baby!
Miss Alcott.
Are you in here by chance?
Don't come in here, please!
I'm sorry. Uh, your category is about to be announced.
What?
I'm sorry.
Inés Mariano, Sugar and Spice.
-Ready? You look amazing. -Thank you.
Anna Victoria Alcott, The Auteur.
Good luck!
You too.
- Babette Eno, Daddy Do You Love Me.
Hey.
-Everything okay? -Just a makeup emergency.
Okay. You got this.
And the Gotham Award for Outstanding Lead Performance
in a Motion Picture goes to...
Anna Victoria Alcott, The Auteur.
-Congratulations. -Thank you.
Wow.
Um...
Thank you so much.
This is, um--
is--
Anna, are you okay? Are you all right?
Um...
Anna? Yeah.
You okay? You all right?
Anna?
Don't go in there!
Miss Alcott. Miss Alcott, can you hear my voice?
She's awake.
Miss Alcott, can you follow my finger?
Where am I?
We're in a vestibule outside the bathroom of Cipriani.
You were here for the Gotham Awards.
The women's bathroom? Yes. Can you follow my finger?
-Ma'am, I need you to lie down. -Where is she?
Anna. Anna. What?
-The woman who was in the bathroom. -Who? Who, sweetheart? Anna?
There wasn't a woman who was lying right there on the-- on the ground?
-What are you talking about, babe? -I'm giving her a sedative.
-No, I-I don't want that. -This will help you, Miss Alcott.
-What? What the fuck! I'm-- I'm pregnant! -It's okay.
-Dex!
-Honey, they know. It's okay. It's okay. -Tell him!
I don't-- I-I don't want anything.
Ma'am, I need you to cooperate.
What the fuck? I don't want anything! No, no, no, no. Stop it!
-Babe! It's okay. It's okay. -No!
- You're safe. It's okay. - There you go.
- Please. - You're safe, sweetheart.
It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.
♪ Rock-a-bye, baby ♪
♪ On the treetop ♪
♪ When the wind blows ♪
♪ The cradle will rock ♪
Mmm.
Shh. You're okay. You're okay.
What happened?
You were dehydrated and exhausted.
You had an episode.
-Is the baby okay? -The baby's okay.
Paramedics did tests, and everything looks great.
You just really need to rest and drink water.
Did they find anything?
In the bathroom?
Paramedics said you must have been hallucinating.
It can happen with all the stress you're under.
I blew it. My Oscar chances.
Don't. Don't.
- The news cycle has a seven-second memory.
-This is-- -There's no such thing as bad press.
Wh-What am I gonna do?
We are gonna pull a wild card.
As in Olivia Wilde.
Don't mention what happened
-and wait till everyone forgets/low-key... -What?
...gaslight the people that do ask
and make them think that they're the problem.
Because, you know, sexism.
Look, I'm giving you license to chill. Take it.
Anna!
Mom's weekend place is right off here.
I thought she was closer to the city.
No, she's in Bridgehampton.
Shit.
I-I just didn't realize we'd be so close to her.
She won't bother us here.
Oh, have you met your mother?
She loves you.
I know. I'm sorry.
I'm just so happy someone can use it.
Theo hates this house.
Says it's too big, and that the Hamptons are over.
Entitled bitch.
I think they're just resentful about being a trophy spouse.
Well, I don't blame them.
I wouldn't want to be. But that's why I'm the rich one.
Follow me.
And...
this is Kamal.
He looks like a model playing a security guard,
but he actually is a security guard.
Don't worry, darling. It's not sexual harassment. I'm a lesbian.
And he'll be with you 24-7.
It's an honor to meet you both. I look forward to working with you.
Yeah. Good to meet you.
-Uh, Talia, we don't need all this. -Oh, shut up. Yes, you do.
No expense is too much for safety, or even just peace of mind.
Also, he's got a really big gun.
Do we ask Kamal to eat with us?
What's the protocol here?
I already did.
He said no.
Rude.
He can't hear us, can he?
You think the house is bugged?
Well...
Hey, Kamal.
How big is your gun?
It's just... so exposed. You don't like it?
No, I-I-I do. It's just--
It's kind of funny. We came out here to hide
only to be living in a house literally made of glass.
Well, you know what they say. Do not say it.
People who live in glass houses...
I knew I couldn't stop you.
Wh-Why is Talia doing all this?
Eh. Well, she loves us, babe.
And if you sold a start-up at 29 and made enough money as a VC
that you could help your friends in any way you wanted, wouldn't you?
I think I need a sharper knife.
Babe?
Everything okay?
Everything's fine.
Miss Alcott, can I help you?
I thought I heard something coming from the basement.
We don't have any cameras down there.
Why don't we go look?
I don't see anything.
Thank you for checking, Kamal.
Breathe in serenity.
Breathe out fear.
Breathe in the peace you seek for you and your baby.
Breathe out any anxiety at all.
Are you having pain?
Yeah, just, um-- just here.
Try this.
Does that help?
Mmm.
Just remember if anything is wrong,
your body will tell you.
Are you all right, Miss Alcott?
I'm taking you to the hospital.
Ms. Alcott, may I enter?
Yes. Yes, thank you.
My name is Ivy. It's nice to meet you.
How are you feeling?
Do I know you?
I don't think so.
Blood pressure is 121/80.
That's good.
Temperature is normal.
Open your mouth, please.
-You look so familiar. -I just transferred.
Oh, from the city? Toronto.
I understand that you're pregnant.
-Yes. -Congratulations.
How many weeks?
Twelve.
It sounds like you're experiencing some lower back pain
as well as some bleeding?
-Ye-- That's right. -All right.
I'm gonna perform an ultrasound with your permission.
Of course.
Feet in the stirrups, please.
You're gonna feel some pressure.
Can I see the screen?
One moment.
Do you see a heartbeat?
I need quiet in order to perform the ultrasound, Ms. Alcott.
I'm going to find a doctor.
Wha--
♪ Rock-a-bye, baby ♪
♪ On the treetop ♪
♪ When the wind blows ♪
♪ The cradle will rock ♪
♪ When the bough breaks ♪
♪ The cradle will fall ♪
♪ And down will come baby ♪
Ms. Alcott.
♪ Cradle... ♪
Ms. Alcott.
- Ms. Alcott, how are you feeling?
I lost the baby.
I'm so sorry.
I know how painful this is.
Where were you?
I'm so sorry-- So sorry, sweetheart.
I, um-- I had my phone off and I was taking a nap.
-Do you know why? -We don't.
But I can tell you that most miscarriages are the result
of an undetected abnormality.
It's not your fault.
Is there any way to know the sex?
Anna.
I want to know.
Your blood tests indicated the presence of Y chromosome.
A boy.
I know this is incredibly hard, but I need to take an ultrasound
to determine whether there's any fetal tissue remaining in your uterus.
I already had an ultrasound.
Dr. Hill sent your records over.
It looks like the last ultrasound you had
was three weeks ago.
No, I had one already h-here earlier
w-with Nurse I-Ivy.
What did she look like?
Young, 30s, brownish hair.
I'm going to find a doctor.
Ms. Alcott, this is a small community hospital.
There's no nurse named Ivy here.