- Four-one-one,
baby's gonna come.
Ready?
[All] (In unison) Four-one-one,
baby's gonna come.
- It's simple.
If your contractions
are four minutes apart,
and the pain lasts
for one full minute,
for the duration of one
full hour,
then, congratulations!
You are ready to deliver.
- Yeah, four-one-one,
if you want to spend
eternity in the delivery room.
Take it from me, wait 'til
you're like in a lot of pain,
I'm talking a lot of pain, mhmm.
then like, give it another
three hours.
Anne: Yeah, like,
three-three-three.
- Or like, a two-five-five.
- One-one-one,
have your baby and you're done.
- Yeah, there you go.
- What my uh, demonstrators,
slash closest, closest
girlfriends are saying--
- Is it true your nose swells?
- One out of three women, yeah.
- Okay, you don't have
a license.
- Will my nipples go back
to normal?
- That's a hard no.
They're gonna get longer,
and coarser, yet more sensitive.
- Please don't write that down.
Okay, uh, here's a fun fact.
Two out of three women pass
bowels during active labour.
- (Scoffs) Yeah. That's not
the poop you gotta worry about.
- Oh boy.
- It's not?
- No! You're gonna take a poop
a couple days after
you give birth that
is gonna break you.
- Mhmm.
- (Gasps)
- Just huge,
like passing a cinderblock.
- If I hadn't hooked mine out,
it'd still be up there.
- I'm sorry, "hooked"?
- Oh yeah, I had to claw it out
like a canary
trying to get to the heart
of a papaya.
- Oh no...
- Oh don't worry, you'll get
through it in one piece.
Your marriage on the other
hand, not so much.
One of these guys is gonna
cheat.
(Clucks tongue)
It's just math.
My money's on this guy.
♪♪♪
I see you.
♪♪♪
(Door creaks)
- Wow, you really scared
'em in there.
- Well, it had to be said!
Those women need to know
that it's entirely possible
that their husband
could've been fucking the nanny
for a fucking year!
Taking her wine tasting.
Calling each other their
"north star"! Fuck!
- Okay. All right, man,
take it easy!
- Fuck! Sorry, I'm sorry.
- Jeez.
Just take my advice.
- I'm not going to murder him,
Anne.
- Fine. Play it safe.
But know this, all it'd take
is a low-key stop
at the hardware store.
- Here we go.
- Purchase an industrial
size vat.
- What?!
- Fill it with quicklime.
- What? Anne, stop Googling
how to murder someone.
- All right.
- I love you.
♪♪♪
(Key rattles)
- There we go.
(Sighs) Welcome.
(Laughs)
- You know you don't have
to move out of my home, right?
- It's time.
As much as I love sharing
a bathroom with Alice,
I gotta be able to host
my kids and take a dump
without her screaming,
"courtesy flush"
at me through the door.
- That's fair enough.
Well, we're gonna miss you.
- I'll miss you, too.
Anne: Hey, this is pretty nice!
- Right? I think I'm gonna do
this dorm room style,
You know, like, a couple
candles, a couple pics,
maybe a sock on the door
to let the people know
I still got it, you know?
- Oh, you still gettin'
after it in your condition?
- Well, not so much,
but my hormones have me
flickin' my bean like
a goddamn demon!
- Sorry to intrude.
I have a delivery here.
- Aw, Charlie!
I missed your little face!
- Oh here, let me help you.
- Oh my God it's okay.
- She's good.
- It's just a cramp, okay?
- I brought ice packs
for your back, and...
I'm not sure if you're craving
raspberry tarts again,
but they're...
- Great, thank you. Bye bye.
- Okay, hey! Just one minute,
please! (Door slams)
Kate: Charlie! Buddy!
- (Sighs)
- Let's go see your room!
- (Exhales heavily)
♪ Sticks and stones
break my bones ♪
♪ But words could kill me ♪
♪ I'm trying,
Trying not to lose my head ♪
- Goodnight.
♪ It feels like a punch
in the face ♪
♪ The things you're saying ♪
Woman yells: What the fuck
is wrong with you?
(Slams door)
(Charlie cries)
- (Sighs)
(Charlie wails)
♪♪♪
- (Sighs)
This place is really starting
to look like a business!
- Can you run a business
with no clients?
- We've got one client.
Now tell me that you've
got a good candidate
for the assistant position.
- Well, he's very young,
and has zero experience.
But he's got a hell
of a reference.
- From who?
- Richard.
- Okay!
- Who also happens to be
his father.
- Okay, got it. Anything else?
- Yeah, there's a bunch
of bills that are piling up.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, first
we get an assistant, okay?
then we'll get some
more clients,
and then those bills get paid.
Now let's just hope this guy's
got something
goin' on upstairs.
- But out of all
the "Fast and Furious" movies,
I just feel like
"Fate of the Furious"
best captures, like, the family.
And that's what I wanna be
a part of.
A family, like your company.
- Right...
- So?
How's it going in here?
- You've got a real son here,
Richard.
- Right. Okay, look.
He's young, eager to please,
give him a shot.
Hmm? You won't regret it.
And if you do, fire his ass.
- Dad! He's just kidding. Hah.
- No, I am not.
(Tapping)
- What?
I don't know what that means!
(Opens door)
- (Sighs) I cannot babysit
your calendar like this.
You're late for your next
appointment.
Which is code for picking
up your son at daycare!
Hey, Richard.
- Rosie.
- (Sighs)
Forrest, let's do this.
- What, really?
- Yeah, we'll just see
how it goes.
Trial run.
- Don't fuck up, huh?
♪♪♪
- Yes!
- Oh boy.
[Eleanor] Oh dear God, is that
how we're walking now?
- (Sighs heavily)
- Pregnancy is really not meant
for the public, is it?
- (Groans) I'm sorry.
My water broke, and I'm wearing
an overnight pad.
- Your water broke,
and you called me?
- Yeah, I don't really want
to be alone.
Plus, I haven't eaten
in a while.
- Maybe that's not such
a bad thing.
- Mom, the doctor said
I've put on an optimal
amount of weight.
[Barry] Eleanor?
- OMG, Barry, hello!
- We were just talking
about you, Eleanor.
This is my son, Adam.
- Pleasure.
Kate, you remember Barry,
our financial advisor,
and his single son?
- Well, that's true
of both of us now.
- Oh my. Two young single women,
two young single men,
what are the chances?
- What's happening right now?
- May we join you?
- Actually, we're just--
- Absolutely, please sit.
- (Sighs)
- You're pregnant.
- Yeah.
- A woman with child
is so beautiful.
- Is she?
- The glow, the shape.
The smell.
- Oh!
- Beggars can't be choosers,
Kate.
- Ah! Ooh. Aah!
- Oh, gentlemen,
I must apologize.
My daughter's in labour.
- That's amazing.
- Aaaah!
Aaaaah!
- Squeeze my hand.
- No I'm good man, I'm good.
I've just gotta...
keep my eye on the...
on the time here.
God, what the hell was it?
Four-four-four?
Baby's on the floor?
- I don't know.
Do we need to go
to the hospital?
- Oh shit! Aah!
- Oh, I will drive you there.
- You--no!
Mom, let's go. Let's go.
Oh... oh.
- Are you sure I can't help you
to the car?
- Get away from me, bro!
- Okay.
- Super weird. Super weird!
- Come on.
(Kate grunts rhythmically)
(Groans) Oh God.
Mom? Mom?
I'm feeling a little...
a little scared.
- Oh, sweetheart,
don't be silly.
- Yeah, okay.
- In time,
you'll lose the weight.
- Get out!
- Hmph!
- It's okay, thanks so much.
Is this Kate's room?
Great!
- Oh God!
- Kate.
- Oh God!
Anne, dude, I don't' know
what I was thinking.
I can't do this alone!
- What am I, the ghost
that haunts the hospital?
I'm here, I'm here, and I am
not leaving your side, okay?
- 'Cause it's-it's happening a
little more quickly this time.
- Yeah, I know. You know,
that's the beauty
of having a second one.
- Yeah?
Doctor: Oh yeah, yep.
- Feel like you're ready
to push?
- I mean, no!
Maybe we'll just leave him
in there, you know?
- No, no, you don't
wanna do that.
- Okay. Okay.
- You got this.
- Okay.
- All right, get ready to push.
- Yeah. (Grunting)
- You get to meet
your baby soon! Yes!
- Okay, push, push, push!
- (Grunting with effort)
Anne: Yes, you got it,
you got it, you got it!
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
- (Grunting with effort)
Anne: You got it, you got it,
yeah, yeah, go, go, go!
♪♪♪
(Wine splashes)
Nathan: Okay, I gotta go.
- Where?
- Guys night.
Don't wait up for me, okay?
- Where'd you go?
- I went out for a drive.
- What the hell are you
doing here?
- Nathan had a work thing.
- (Shocked inhale)
(Sighs)
(Stairs creak)
(Door creaks open)
(Toilet seat clatters)
(Nathan sighs, pee sloshes)
(Lid clatters, toilet flushes)
- Oh jeez! Shit! Kate.
What the hell?
- What's her actual name?
- Who?
- I'm sure her passport
doesn't say "Mean Nanny".
- (Sighs) What are you even
talking about?
- I saw you, Nathan.
I saw you with her.
What is her name?
- (Sighs)
(Nervous exhales)
Renya.
- Renya?!
Spell it.
- Um, R-e-n-y-a.
- So like it sounds? Ren-ya.
Stupid. Stupid.
♪♪♪
- You weren't around.
And you lied to me, Kate!
- I thought you might want
to put a baby in me.
- I think we're ready for more.
- Oh!
- I had no one to talk to!
Don't go changing
who you are on me.
'Cause come on! You weren't
exactly committed to this!
- I'm willing to promise.
- Where were you, Kate?
Since when do you care
about what I want?
Where were you?!
Kate, please, I'm sorry!
Please!
- You are my porn.
- Just tonight.
Nathan: Get over here!
- (Excited squeal)
♪♪♪
(Water splashes)
- (Screaming)
Aaaaaah! Oof!
- Yes! That was so good!
- Okay, I think I need Nathan.
- What?
- Please don't make me beg.
- No, hey, it's okay.
Let's just get you through
this, okay?
- Okay.
- Nathan?
- Hi, Grandma.
- It doesn't want to!
- Hey! Hey, hey!
- Oh Nathan, oh God, Nathan!
- You got this okay?
- Yeah, okay. Okay.
- Okay, you're gonna be great.
Just focus.
Okay? One, two, three...
push! Push! Come on, you got
this! Push!
- (Screaming)
- Push! Push!
That's it, that's it,
that's it, that's it!
That's it, that's it!
(Kate gasps)
[Doctor] Okay.
- Oh my God.
Oh yeah, where you go-
where you going?
(Gasping)
(Baby cries)
Oh! Oh my God!
(Baby cries loudly)
- Oh God. Hi!
- This is our daughter.
- Hi. Hi.
Oh, hi.
(Laughs) Oh, yeah.
Hi.
Get out.
- Kate.
- Get out.
(Baby gurgles)
Hey, it's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay. We're gonna be okay,
yeah.
♪♪♪
♪ But keep on doin',
doin' your thing ♪
- Happy birthday!
Oh my God, it's the baby!
- Okay. Okay. Guys.
Yes, yes, yes. Okay.
♪ Keep on doin' it ♪
♪ Doin'
Doin' ♪
♪ Hey babe,
doin' your thing ♪
- Happy birthday, Katie.
You've had a challenging year,
you should to celebrate.
Open this in a more
intimate setting.
- Okay, that's weird.
Thank you, mom.
- They're ready for you
in the conference room.
- Yes, okay.
As much as I appreciate
the concern, I have a meeting.
Will you watch Ella?
- But I'm wearing silk.
- You're gonna be okay.
Bye, bubba!
- Oh! (Laughs nervously)
Here you are, sweetie.
- Let's go.
Okay, just don't spit.
- There she is!
- I hope I haven't been
keeping you long.
- Are you kidding?
The fellas are going to town
on the spread.
It's not often you see
a six-foot sub.
And what I assume is some kind
of energy drink?
Kate, I have a surprise
for you.
- Oh!
- I didn't think he'd make it,
seeing as he just returned
to work this week, but our
Steve Malk is a fighter.
- Mr. Malk is here?
- You mean, not dead?
- (Laughs) No, I...
- Listen, when you spend
the better half of a year
staring at breast cancer,
you learn that life
is just too precious
not to cut to the point.
- I couldn't agree more.
Thrilled you're here, Mr. Malk.
Let's get started.
- Gentlemen, enough
with the sandwiches!
- Though Stenton Capitol
is a well-respected
insurance company,
optically, your life insurance
products are only
being marketed towards
the elite.
- And that's a bad thing?
- Well, we believe that
by opening your image
to those don't appear to bring
in the highest income,
say... single mothers, teachers,
nurses, will collectively
make you a killing.
- There's nothing wrong
with all the people
that you've got there, Kate,
it's just that uh,
I don't see me.
- Hmm?
- I started this business
from nothing.
I worked my ass off, and...
I just would like to believe
that during those,
those hungrier days,
if I saw an image
of a successful man,
well, that would be pretty
damn inspiring.
Shouldn't that be included?
(Ella cries)
- I am so sorry.
That is my ba-I had a baby.
Two months ago.
And I'm separated, so...
- Oh, let me guess.
You take the house?
(Men chuckle)
- No, he stayed in our home,
and I'm in an apartment.
- Oh, how 'bout that.
That's not a story
that you hear every day.
I think that shows great
integrity, Kate.
Burt: I told you.
- Well, my team and I will take
a pass on the imagery,
and we'll get back to you
by the end of the week.
- And right back to business.
Why, you're more man
than a woman, aren't you?
- Not sure what to do
with that one, Steve!
- Just leave it where it
landed there, Kate!
(Chuckles)
Come on, gents!
Burt, I like this one.
(Chuckles to himself)
Oh God.
Rosie: So, did I follow
that correctly?
- We will tweak the imagery
to incorporate--
- Rich white dudes?
- Yup.
- How refreshing.
- Yeah...
♪♪♪
- Happy birthday, bitch!
- Oh, brother.
We should go out tonight.
- I told you,
I don't want to celebrate.
- Ugh!
- Does this lack of celebratory
spirit have anything to do
with it being your first
birthday away from Nathan?
- No! Stop it!
Those are your therapizing
glasses.
- Therapizing? Not a word.
Not that you asked,
but my professional diagnosis?
You've had a one hell
of a year.
You are long overdue
for some D!
- I'm like, 6,000 kegels away
from any kind of D.
- Then get squeezin'!
Plus it'll help with the anger.
It is a crucial part
of moving on, trust me.
- Oh, I'm so sorry!
I can come back
when you're not plugged in.
- It's okay, I can do
both at the same time.
- Well, it's just I have
some approvals for you.
- Yeah, that's cool.
Thanks.
(Pen rasps)
I did totally hear you.
- Fine, thank you.
- (Laughs)
(Pen rasps)
Thanks.
(Floorboards creak)
- That dude has a crush on you.
- What? No!
- You still got it.
(Laughs, stops abruptly)
Oh? Did you just--
- Kegel.
♪♪♪
♪ Freedom ♪
(Freedom)
♪ That's all we want ♪
(All we want)
♪♪♪
♪ Freedom ♪
(Freedom)
♪ That's all we want ♪
♪ The more we don't follow
the rules and bravado ♪
♪ The better we get ♪
(the better we get)
♪ We live for today we don't ♪
wait for tomorrow
♪ We got no regrets ♪
(we got no regrets)
♪ We're startin' a movement
a real revolution ♪
♪ And that's how it is ♪
♪ Yeah, that's how it is ♪
(yeah, that's how it is)
♪ Yeah, that's how it is ♪
♪ And it sounds like ♪
♪ Ooh-lay ooh-lay
ooh-lay ooh-lay, hey! ♪
♪ Ooh-lay ooh-lay
ooh-lay ooh-lay ♪
(Knocking)
- Oh God.
- Happy birthday.
It's a photo album.
From Charlie.
Uh, I'm not in it,
just the two of you.
We made it together.
Is that her?
Could I um...
- She's sleeping.
- Maybe I could take them
off your hands for the night,
so you could celebrate
your birthday?
- God, when did it become
such a mandatory thing,
to like, go have fun
on your birthday?
- I'm just trying to help.
- Cut the shit.
You're here to ambush me,
so you can see the baby.
- It's been two months.
I'm her Dad, you have to let me
be that, for better or worse.
- Her name is Ella.
- As in, Eleanor?
You named her after your mother?
- Oh my God.
I did not mean to...
Frankie: I heard it's someone's
birthday!
(Horn honks)
♪♪♪
- (Sighs) Oh...
(Door slams)
Goodnight...
(Door creaks shut)
(Chuckles)
(Sighs heavily)
Okay, Mom,
what did you get me?
(Tissue rustles)
What the...
(Siren wails distantly)
Oh, good grief.
(Laughs)
Well, she doesn't know me
at all.
♪ I wanna go out ♪
♪ Dress up real nice ♪
♪ And find someone ♪
♪ Who's ready to run ♪
♪ But most of all ♪
♪ I wanna have some fun ♪
♪♪♪
♪ I wanna have some fun ♪
(Computer chimes)
♪ I wanna have some fun
fun fun ♪
♪ I wanna have some ♪
♪♪♪
(Keys tap)
- Hi. Uh, yeah, it's me.
Um...
What're you-what are you
doing right now?
(Knocking)
(Door creaks)
Hi.
- Hey.
♪ I wanna have some fun
fun fun fun fun ♪
♪ Fun fun fun
Fun-fun-fun-fun ♪
♪ F-f-f-f-f... ♪
(Door slams)
♪ I wanna have some fun ♪
♪♪♪
♪ I wanna have some fun ♪