- [jazz music playing] - [chattering]
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--
[patron] Mr. Sinatra, I'm so sorry to bother you.
No bother at all.
Would you mind signing my napkin? [chuckles]
Wow. I-- I could die happy now.
Now, don't do that.
[Frank, patron laugh]
Oh, and my wife loved you in Peyton Place, Miss 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--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.
[Frank] Good luck with that, kid.
[assistant] How you doing - in there? - Fine.
Thank you.
- Mia, new idea. - Mmm.
So, you walk into the street, distracted, scared--
The street-- And there'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.
Mmm. Thanks, Sharon.
The devil is beautiful, you know?
And you'd find him in the people you'd never expect.
All set, Mia?
Just right over here.
Rolling!
And action!
[horns honking]
[sighs]
[panting]
[breathes shakily]
[panting]
[sniffling]
[panting]
- [assistant] Mia? - I'm coming.
[assistant] I can help you if you let me.
What do you mean?
[assistant] Take it off.
How did you know?
Women's intuition.
[Dex] 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...[door opens, closes]
...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 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!
[speaking German]
Don't 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!
[shouts]
I beg you, listen to your wife!
Listen to your wife!
Please. Please, I beg you, listen to your wife!
[sighs] 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.
[Father Matthews] 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?
[security guard] To be sedated.
[nurse 1] You her daughter?
No.
Oh, just assumed.
She's heavily sedated.
Won't be herself.
I'll give you a minute.
I'm sorry I didn't believe you.
[gasps]
They will--
They will take everything from you.
All of your dreams will become a nightmare.
Please, get out now.
Look who woke up for her guest. Ah, poor babe.
- No. - Here.
[groans]
[nurse 1] We just want her to be comfortable.
- [Ms. Preecher] No. - It's okay. You're okay.
[Ms. Preecher whimpers]
Where did she go?[nurse 2] Hmm?
Oh, some friends came to pick her up.
What friends?
Some women. They seemed nice.
[sighs]
[nurse 2] Oh, my God.
Congratulations!
[laughs] This is crazy.
We got an Oscar nomineein here!
[staff clamoring] You're here and you're here.
Never happened to me before.
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 LA.
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 love the Gucci.[phone buzzing]
- 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."
[Siobhan] Oh, my God.
This is where Harvey Weinstein ejaculated into a plant.
- Stop. - Iconic.
Wait. You're going to that gifting suite, right?
I don't-- I don't need any free shit.
It's not about the free shit.
It's about being seen.
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.
- Hmm. - Okay?
[people chattering]
Hey.
- Anna, over here. - Oh.
- 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! - Beautiful! One more?
Can I get you this way?
Okay. Right this way now, Anna. Oh.
Don't forget your misting spray.
[vendor] Hello, Ms. Alcott.
May I offer you our beta wave, cruelty-free,
silk sleep mask?
Would you, uh, like to try it on?
Here you go.[both chuckle]
It blocks out 99.9% of light,
so you will get your smoothest sleep possible
before the big night.
Thank you.
Can you give me a minute?
Hi, Anna. Congratulations.
What are you doing here?
Manning my booth, silly.
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.
[Cora] Make yourselves at home.
If you change into your gown,
Dr. Hill will be in shortly.
Okay.
[Dex] Thank you.
[Cora] It all began in such a simple way.
[panting, moaning]
Such a cliché.
[both moaning, panting]
Oh, my God. You're amazing.
Open.
What is this?
It's yours.
You deserve this.
And it gets better.
I've 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.
[Cora] 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.
[Dex] You were supposed to be at the clinic 20 minutes ago.
[Anna] The egg retrieval's at 9:00 a.m.
[Dex] Dr. Hill says he needs you here as soon as possible
or we have to start this whole cycle over again.
How fast can you get here?
[Cora] Come right with me, Ms. Alcott.
Then you were there.
So close.
I felt our connection.
[knocking on door]
[Cora] And in the end, it all fell apart.
We need to talk.
[Cora] I couldn't let you be happy.
Baby.
[Anna gasps]
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 thingsto 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.
[meows]
[Dex] Yeah, I know.
I'm not having this conversation right now.
No, it's gonna be okay.
[meows] I know it's not gonna be--
Hey, babe.
You're back so early.
Whoa.[meows]
I'm just talking to Talia.
Get out.
[alarm sounding]
- [housekeeper knocks on door] - Housekeeping.
No, thank you!
[door opens] I said, "no, thank you."
[Siobhan] Don't yell at me.
It's the big day. Half-caf?
- Bathroom emergency. - Sorry.
[shrieks]
Are you okay?
Are you shitting?
Yes.
Okay. Well, squeeze that fucker out ASAP.
It's go time, bitch.
Plop, plop. Let's go.
[yelps]
[gasps]
Why are you covered in a sheet?
Did you sheet yourself or something?
[Siobhan chuckles]
I'm sorry, that was a good one.
- Oh, my God. - Don't.
[exhales] You just cut yourself shaving.
You had me worried.
[knocks on door]
Oh, that's the glam squad.
[Siobhan] I always knew he was a piece of shit.
Never trust a man with blonde highlights.
- Siobhan. - What?
Like we're not gonna 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 wanna 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 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?
[scoffs] 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.
[sighs]
Congratulations, Anna. May the best nominee win.
[gasps, yelps]
- 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.
[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the 96th Annual Academy Awards.
[applause]
[Anna yelps]
What's wrong?
I think I just had a contraction.
- Okay. Just hold tight. - [host] Good evening.
I want to take the time to congratulate
all the incredible nominees that are here tonight.
- Yes. - [cheering]
I can't go into labor. I'm only 30 weeks.
[host] Some of whom are not even white.
Apparently, you can.
[host] The Oscars have come a long way
the last few years.
We've let women host.[groans, pants]
Okay. Just hold on till we get to your category,
and then we'll go to the hospital.
You are so strong.
...collectively, realized that alopecia is never funny enough
to justify assault.
- [crowd cheering] - [classical music playing]
This year's selection of nominees
in the Best Actress category
feature 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 Echo.
[groans]
Do you want this?
Say yes.[presenter] Babette Eno...
Yes.
What would you give up for it?
[presenter] Ines Mariano...
Anything.
Anything?
[presenter] And the Oscar goes to...
Congratulations.
Anna Victoria Alcott,
- The Auteur. - [crowd cheering]
[chuckles]
Go get that hardware, baby.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
[slow clapping]
[clapping increases]
Mom?
I-- I--
We have to go, Siobhan.