We are all just thrilled for you.
Thank you so much, Karl.
Just don'’t let this little interlude impede your creativity.
Oh, I won'’t, Yves.
I think this baby will inspire me to do my best work.
We can'’t wait to see what comes next year.
You are among the finest young designers we have.
I'’m so lucky to know you both.
But, darling, where is your family?
You mean the baby'’s father?
Stuck in traffic?
Where are you taking me?
- Shh.
What are you going to do?
- We already told you.
It hurts!
You'’re having a fucking baby. Of course it hurts.
Good evening, Ms. Preecher. I'’m Dr. Andrew Hill.
Do you understand the procedure you'’ll be undergoing today?
I-I don'’t think I--
Well, you made an agreement that cannot be reneged.
But I--Sorry.
Can you open your legs for me, please?
Thank you.
Little wider. Little wider.
Very good. Okay.
You'’re looking good. Now push.
Push. Come on.
You'’re gonna have to push a whole lot harder than that. Okay?
Come on!
- Oh.
Jesus.
Goddamn it!
Push.
Oh, God. It'’s gonna be a long night.
A little help, please? A little help?
Okay.
It'’s okay. It's okay. It'’s okay.
All this-- It'’s all worth it.
All worth it.
It'’s all worth it.
Okay.
- Push. Push. Push. Good. Yeah.
He'’s crowning. He's crowning.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
So what exactly would it entail?
Just telling the jury what you saw.
I didn'’t see anything, Mom.
Then you can simply testify as a character witness.
Testifying to your character?
And against your father'’s.
I don'’t have anything - against Dad. - Well, of course you don'’t.
He bought you the life - you have. - That'’s not true.
He sent you to RISD to be an artist. When that didn'’t work out,
he bought you a ludicrously expensive condo to cheer you up.
- Mom. - Then he bought you a wedding
- to a woman who happened to die. - Stop this.
Darling, I'’m just stating facts.
Drop it.
The trial? I can'’t, darling.
I'’m all set to file tomorrow. I'’ve hired Luther Feldman.
Luther Feldman really thinks you have a case?
He represented not one, but three of Harvey Weinstein'’s victims.
He does not take on cases lightly.
I just don'’t want you to come out of this looking crazy.
Everyone already treats me like I'’m crazy. What harm can this do?
This isn'’t a lark, darling.
No one accuses a person they once loved of assault
because they have nothing better to do.
No one accuses anyone of sexual misconduct
for any reason that isn'’t rooted in desperation.
I love you, and I want to help you.
But?
I always thought it was funny
that we consider men the braver sex.
Women will do anything to help each other.
Some men won'’t even stand up for the woman who birthed them.
I need to get home to Anna.
Didn'’t you say she was in the city today?
You'’re going to regret not believing me.
Congratulations on your GG - nom, Anna. - Hi. Thank you.
We are thrilled - to be working with you. - Hi.
Oh, my God. Anna. Hi. Congrats.
Oh. [stammers] You too.
Oh. I meant on the pregnancy.
Who cares about awards? So silly.
Ah. Right.
Do you work with Siobhan?
She'’s my best friend.
Small world. I love her.
Isn'’t awards season so intense?
- I'’m exhausted. - Hmm.
And I'’m only 21. I can'’t imagine how you feel.
Oh, my God. Are those Suprêmes?
Oh, yeah. They'’re, you know, from that--
I thought they were only sold in two drops a day, one per customer?
- Yeah, I actually-- I know the-- - May I?
Mmm. I really shouldn'’t.
I wanna stay a sample size.
Oh. So sorry. I have to take this.
It'’s Lorne Michaels.
Hi, Lorne.
No, that Saturday won'’t work. She has another event.
Oh, hey, sweetie. One sec.
Okay. I'’ll let you know.
I'’ll check with her team and get back to you. Okay.
Oh, my God. Are those Suprêmes?
What the fuck was Babette doing here?
Please don'’t talk disrespectfully about one of my other clients.
Siobhan, she'’s in my category.
I don'’t have a noncompete clause.
Come on. You'’re-- You'’re my best friend.
We'’re also work colleagues.
We have to maintain boundaries,
and this is one you don'’t wanna cross.
Okay.
Wow.
Okay. Well, I brought you these overpriced
stupid pastries to say thank you.
And I sincerely appreciate it.
Why are you doing this to me?
It'’s not all about you, babe. We'’ve all got bills to pay.
Are you punishing me because I got pregnant?
Wow.
Paranoid much?
- Relax. You'’re out of the red.
Vomitgate'’s behind us. Enjoy this.
Or try to.
Okay.
- Wait. I have something for you.
Gotta keep your energy up. It'’s awards season.
Do you need anything, Miss Alcott?
I'’m sorry if this is a strange thing to ask,
but my wife loves Vogue magazine,
and she asked if you would sign this for her?
I-I didn'’t know you were married.
Five years next month.
Let me find a pen.
You did a very brave thing just now, Ms. Harding.
Thank you, Luther. I'’m so grateful for your support and guidance.
Well, I'’m proud to represent you.
You'’re paving the way for many other women just like you.
There are far too many.
I need to talk to you.
I know what it'’s like not to be believed.
I was 25.
I was rising up in the world of fashion.
Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be a designer.
I came to FIT,
but I didn'’t even get a chance to graduate.
I was scooped up by Lagerfeld and Saint Laurent.
They dubbed me protégé.
And then?
I had a one-night stand during Fleet Week. Ugh.
I was going to have it taken care of.
I was on my way to the clinic...
...when I was approached by a woman.
She said she could help me.
She said that if I gave her the baby--
Why did she want the baby?
I don'’t know. I didn't then, and I still don'’t.
But I have theories.
I put them on the Internet,
and no one believes me.
They call me conspiracist.
But I know these women are planning something.
Why did you go through with it all?
She said she would give me the world if I gave her this one thing.
And you did.
I sold the patent to my handbag
to Marc Jacobs.
I didn'’t know who he was. No one did then.
Now they'’re worldwide sensation.
I live from the sales, but it'’s not enough. It'’s never enough.
Are you telling me all this because of my husband?
Your husband? God, no.
I don'’t know anything about that asshole.
I'’m telling you this because of your son.
Your son is in great danger,
and so is his wife.
They'’ve been coming for your family for a long time.
What? Why?
They are angry at him.
One of their most powerful players defected
because she fell in love with him.
Adeline?
Lower your voice.
They'’re everywhere.
Believe me.
We'’re so grateful you could get up here, Dr. Hill.
Oh, well, it'’s not something I would normally do,
but given the specificity of your circumstances...
Okay.
There you go.
I know. I know.
It hurts. I'’m sorry about that, my dear... Ow.
...but what you'’re experiencing is a relatively common condition
for women in their third trimester called rib flare.
But I'’m only in the second trimester.
Okay. Well, uh,
I guess the little guy'’s growing pretty fast.
But, uh, everything is healthy otherwise.
He'’s just putting some pressure on your ribs as he grows,
especially on this side.
So, any pain there?
No, actually. Okay. Well, that confirms it then.
[Dr. Hill] Yeah.
Remember, this is good news, for baby at least.
For mom, it could make things a little bit uncomfortable.
Now, Cora in my office can send over some light exercises I recommend.
Um, baths and prenatal yoga are also really helpful too.
Baths and yoga. That'’s-- That's all you can do?
I mean, I-I can'’t keep going on in-in-in this much pain.
Well, I'’m sorry that nobody ever said
that pregnancy was gonna be a walk in the park, Ms. Alcott.
Uh. Okay.
Why don'’t you describe your pain a little more clearly to me?
Um, it'’s-- it's the rib and, uh, just this, like,
stabbing pain in-- in my groin on and off.
Well, sounds like you have round ligament pain on top of the rib flare.
But Cora can help with that too.
She just got licensed as a pelvic floor therapist.
So, we'’ll set up an appointment.
What does that entail?
Miss Alcott,
I need to know that you'’re willing to do
everything you can for a healthy pregnancy.
I am. I mean of c-- of course I am.
Okay. Well, good because it also means no travel whatsoever
for the remainder of the pregnancy.
Wait. What?
She'’s nominated for a Golden Globe. Ceremony'’s in a couple weeks.
Yes, I understand all that, but the time has come to ask yourselves a question:
"What'’s more important? A baby or an award?"
I mean, get used to having your dreams crushed.
That'’s what being a parent is.
My oldest just found out she didn'’t get early admission for U Penn.
It'’s like Hiroshima all over again in my house.
Pregnancy is like everything else.
Use common sense, you should be just fine.
Stop listening to your gut?
Watch out.
What can I do for you, baby?
Invite Sonia over for dinner.
Sonia?
Yeah, she'’s out here for the gallery anyways.
Maybe some girl time will be good for me.
Okay. Sure.
Very nice.
Think about pulling the baby
down into the mat as you exhale.
Are you still having any lower back pain?
No, actually. Feels good.
See? Your body will always tell you when something'’s wrong.
Hello?
The centerpiece is doing too much.
I think we need something simpler.
Oh, does this look good to you, Miss Alcott?
Looks great.
Okay.
- Sonia. - I'’m so sorry. I know I'’m way too early.
That'’s fine. That'’s fine.
I just-- I forget how close everything is out here.
We'’re just getting situated.
Fab.
Great light.
Are you all right?
Miss Shawcross, can I g-grab your jacket?
- Oh, thank you so much. - Sure.
I don'’t know why she was looking at you like that.
She was probably just taken aback by my stunning beauty.
Look, I just wanted to say, before Dex came back,
I'’m-I'm sorry if I'’ve been cold to you.
Stop. You'’re pregnant and campaigning for an Oscar nomination.
You can behave any way you like.
Oh, speaking of which.
Some baby gifts.
Oh, you-- you did not have to do that.
Please. Babies are the only people who deserve gifts.
Really, I'’m amazed any of us survived the trauma
of being forced into a world we never consented to live in.
Oh, God. Speaking of trauma,
Dex told me what'’s been happening to you.
He told you about the stalker?
Ugh. Sounds like a literal nightmare.
Yeah, it'’s-it's been hell.
You know, I--
I actually thought that you were following me
at one point.
I-I know that sounds crazy. I just--
I saw someone wearing those green heels you had on at the gallery.
Oh, God, I never wear green.
Oh, no, the color washes me out terribly.
Even on my feet.
I must be misremembering.
Oh, pregnancy hormones.
God, I could only imagine.
- Darling. - Ew. Don'’t call me that.
Could you
put down your phone?
If only just for the rest of the meal.
Thirty seconds. That'’s all I ask.
Do you realize there'’s hundreds of millions of dollars in deals
in your hand right now?
But there is nothing more valuable than human connection.
I already came over here for dinner with you
as if we'’re, like, a couple.
And now I have to fucking listen to you talk?
That'’s way too much to ask of me, Hamish.
I need to know something.
Just answer my question, and I will give it back.
- Are you fucking kidding me? - Tell me the truth.
About what?
That film script you gave me just over a year ago--
the one you told me to put my name on
and direct without any other information whatsoever,
including who wrote it
and how you got your hands on it--
that film, which everyone told me,
including my own agents, would go absolutely nowhere,
especially if I cast Anna Victoria Alcott,
who you insisted upon-- is now a frontline awards contender
and has been nominated for no less than 11 Golden Globes.
Why are you saying that like it'’s a bad thing?
What the fuck is going on, Siobhan?
And who the hell are you?
Well, I was determined to use my own menses as the primary material.
I had to collect it, store it, save it.
Everyone thought I was mad.
Well, that'’s what they always say about women who end up being geniuses.
Pain is the touchstone of growth.
Well, sometimes pain is just pain.
Dex.
Not in my world.
I decided the first time my mum hit me, I was never gonna waste any of it.
Your mom hit you?
Almost every day.
Well, she was borderline or bipolar.
Both. Who knows?
You know, women weren'’t diagnosed in those days.
They just screamed behind doors.
So, I moved to Berlin when I was 17 to get away from her.
Started alchemizing my pain into art,
and now I'’m grateful for everything she put me through.
Landed me here,
with you.
- So much fun. - You'’re an excellent host.
- Thank you. - Not as good as Anna.
- So fun. - Yeah, it was.
It was a great time.
Let me walk you to your car.
- Thank you. - Okay. Great, great.
I'’ll see you at the gallery.
I, um... ...wanted to ask you something.
Yeah.
Have you seen this photo?
Um, no.
I can'’t say I have.
Bloody hell. She looks just like me.
Yeah, that'’s-- that'’s what I thought.
But as a carefree blonde. With eyebrows.
And no facial piercings.
Did Dex say the same thing?
Are you sure you don'’t know her?
I'’d remember meeting someone who resembles my less evil twin.
Sorry, it--
Hey.
God, I can only imagine
the amount of pressure you'’re under right now.
Okay? You have to be gentle with yourself.
Okay?
Mmm.
Call me if you need any help.
My hotel'’s 15 minutes away.
Looking for something?
Did you have a nice time?
How do you know Sonia?
I don'’t.
Hmm. But you knew her last name.
Because Mr. Harding told me.
Oh, don'’t call him that.
And you don'’t need to call me Miss Alcott either.
- Miss Baldwin likes us to. - But I don'’t.
I'’m only comfortable doing what Miss Baldwin asks.
You were looking at her like you knew her.
She just looks so much like an old friend of mine--
Adeline.
Who'’s Adeline?
Thank you for tonight.
You opened my gift?
Well, I couldn'’t resist.
Hmm.
Kamal.
We'’re going to physical therapy, not the house.
Well, this is the address the doctor'’s office gave me.
I had no idea. That'’s so crazy. How long have you guys lived here?
Well, Dex has been here, like, 15 years.
That long? I-I always forget he'’s older. He looks good for his age.
Um, yeah and I'’ve been here since we got engaged.
So, like, five years ago.
You can have a seat on the table.
Okay.
Um, should I take my shoes off?
Um, just take off everything
from the waist down, and we'’re good.
- Oh, oh.
Well, we can certainly do external pelvic massage as well.
If you'’re open to deeper work, it really helps if I have access internally.
Up to you.
Yeah, I don'’t know about that.
No problem at all. "It'’s your body."
So, I guess the pain'’s gotten better then?
Let'’s just give it a try.
I'’ll give you some privacy.
Sign this consent form for me.
- What is all this? - Just standard practice.
Lie down for me.
You'’ll feel some coldness and pressure.
It'’s nothing you haven'’t felt before.
Your right iliococcygeus is tight.
I'’m gonna try to release it.
Ow.
Any better?
I ca-- I can'’t really tell.
Your left pubococcygeus needs releasing too. One moment.
Okay. [grunts] I wa-- I want you to stop.
Just one moment.
You know, uh-- I'’m not-- I'’m not really sure about this.
Just one moment.
- Okay. I want you to stop. - It'’s almost released.
Get your fingers out of me!
Not everyone'’s ready for the deeper work.
- What are you doing?
I heard that noise again.
- What noise? - You didn'’t hear it?
Right. You think the house is haunted or something.
Anna. [sighs] Anna. Anna.
Cora molested me today.
What?
I'’m serious.
She stuck her fingers inside of me.
When I told her to stop, she wouldn'’t.
Oh, I'’m sorry. I'’m sorry.
- What are you talking about? - Dex, it'’s not funny.
Cora is a trained physical therapist, babe.
I really don'’t think that she would--
Why don'’t you ever just fucking believe me?
Where are you going? Don'’t ignore me, Anna.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
You know what, Dex? Maybe I am.
And you know what else?
I like myself a lot fucking better this way.
I know you'’re upset that you can'’t go to the Golden Globes.
Don'’t laugh at me.
Wait. You-- You-- You think this is about the-- the Golden Globes?
What the hell is wrong with you?
Huh?
You thought you could bury your grief
about your beautiful dead wife by marrying me?
Thought I'’d be your cute little prop?
I mean, what century do you think it is, Dex?
And what exactly are you offering me?
I don'’t-- I don't know what to do. I don'’t know what to do, Anna.
Admit it.
I'’m not having an affair.
I know that.
I mean admit that you think I'’m crazy.
Just admit that you think I'’ve made everything up.
That you think there was never a stalker in our apartment.
That you think I wrote on the mirror
and called the cops to get attention
or some dumb shit.
That I made up the fake nurse.
That I planted the fucking dolls.
Yes!
Okay?
Of course. Yes!
I knew it. I fucking knew it.
What else am I supposed to think, Anna?
None of it makes any sense.
You'’re right about that.
I love you.
I love you. But--
This-This isn'’t love. This is suffocation.
This is how you treat a child.
What--
What do you need?
I need you to believe me.
I don'’t know if I can do that.
Thanks for your honesty.
I'’m gonna watch the Globes. You coming?
It is my great honor to present this year'’s Golden Globe Award
for Best Actress in a Motion Picture - Drama.
And the award goes to...
- ...Babette Eno, Daddy, Do You Love Me.
Um, I can'’t believe I'’m even up here.
I wouldn'’t be here if it weren'’t for
the amazing shoulders I'’ve been privileged to stand on.
My fellow nominees, thank you for paving the way for me.
- Anna Victoria Alcott, wherever--
Shouldn'’t you be at the Golden Globes with your new fucking client?
Look, I'’m disappointed too.
But I'’m gonna ask you something.
Do you want an Oscar?
You know I do.
Do you want it as much as a baby?
Yes.
Are you willing to do whatever I say to get it?
Yes.
Good. I'’ll call you in the morning.
What'’s wrong?