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(scream, crashing)
-What's happening? -I think it's hungry.
I don't know, I--
Honey! My God.
Oh no, no, no! Honey!
♪
(sobbing)
♪
(contained sobbing)
♪
Hurry up and shut the door, the sun's still out.
I'm coming. I have a bad hip.
And I have asthma.
but I'll hustle in an emergency.
It's not an emergency.
It's over.
The baby's gone.
And the mom too.
Just the dad is left.
Dear, I'm so, so sorry.
Will you please make sure he doesn't hurt himself?
In a minute.
I want to know what you did wrong.
They got nervous about the details,
and then she stopped eating.
But the baby,
it kept growing,
and we started the rope ritual, and...
there was...
there was so much blood!
There's always blood.
Not this much.
Don't be angry with her.
We all make mistakes.
The baby is gone!
Oh, and if you think I'm angry,
wait till the Foundation finds out.
They'll think it's my fault!
They're gonna take me and they'll--
Don't worry, sweetie.
Remember, the Foundation is a family.
Let me handle this.
You put in the call and go sit with Dad.
There. Thank you.
This is Lilith.
I'm at Marcia's.
Yes, we need a complete cleanup crew.
Oh, it's a total cock-up.
She's just upset.
Let's get you a nice cup of tea
and you can tell me exactly what happened.
♪
Infertility is a big, traumatic, multifaceted loss.
Today, the part we're talking about
is the image you had
of the parent you thought you would be.
Today's assignment was to bring an object
that represents that image.
Something you can let go of symbolically
that might help you let go emotionally
just a little bit.
Okay.
I didn't have a lot of friends in middle school.
Um, I was the weird kid who would knit all the time.
I know you can't choose what your kids are into...
For our sixth anniversary,
my husband got me divorce papers.
A letter from a surrogate we couldn't afford.
I would wrap my stuffed animals in it
and pretend they were my kids,
which was insane,
because I was 16 at the time.
It's $186,254.98.
We went bankrupt years ago.
Four miscarriages.
Four.
Bastard has the nerve to say
it's because I'm working too hard.
Like that would somehow fix my uterus,
if I just prayed a little harder.
And every time, Eric was so great.
I see these women who are so oblivious
to what they have.
I see my nephew, my sister's son, and--
I get so jealous.
I feel like--
I feel broken.
Like she let me down.
Like a failure.
I don't wanna be this angry person anymore.
I know I'm supposed to move on--
I have to move on.
I know. We have to move on.
At some point,
you have to accept that the wall
that you keep banging your head against
over and over and over again isn't gonna break.
But I can't do it if he's not...
if you...
If you're not ready to move on too,
I can't.
You know? It just-- it won't work.
So...So you go, and then, we can do this together.
(laughter)
This was my grandma's.
(laughter)
She always said this got her pregnant.
I like that.
She also always said
she thought I would be a great father.
You guys are all talking about moving on
and some of you about how hard it is.
♪
But you all seem to want to.
♪
And I don't want to give up.
♪
And I said, "Eight months in a submarine or not,
you still have to wear a condom."
(laughing)
God. I miss when sex was fun.
Not just apps and charts and tracking and...
Yeah.
Does he still go down on you?
Yeah, but...
You know Eric's still pushing for another round of IVF?
(softly scoffs)
I'm working double shifts twice a week
to pay off the last round.
And the marks on my stomach?
They still haven't faded.
(exasperated sigh)
My cousin just had a baby.
I know, I know; I'm sorry, but it's a miracle.
-Jesus. Cherise, I don't-- -When she was 21,
she had cancer and a hysterectomy,
and now she's got a new baby.
She said some organization helped her,
and maybe, if you wanted to,
you can talk to her, that's all.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Hey, Susan?
This is Makayla Galiston.
Oh, hey! Cherise told me you'd be calling.
You guys go way back, right?
Yeah. She was the cool RA in my freshman dorm.
I bet.
She used to bring me pot when I was going through chemo.
-Which was for... -Uterine cancer.
It sucked.
Had the whole thing removed.
Been in full remission a couple years.
And now you have a baby?
It's crazy, I know.
-That can't be right. -I swear to God,
the stuff the Foundation can do is...
(baby crying)
I've gotta go check on Frances.
Let me get you in touch with the woman who worked with me.
She's awesome.
She'll explain everything.
A miracle worker, really.
Yeah, cool.
-Thanks. -Of course. Good luck.
♪
-Wait. -I think--
I think that's all there is.
♪
Do you think it's something?
I don't know.
Cherise wouldn't have mentioned it
if she didn't think it was something.
And--and her cousin had--
A hysterectomy, then a baby.
No, that's not a thing.
I know. That's what I said.
Makayla, I, um...
I thought you wanted to move on.
And I thought this is what you wanted.
Thank you.
Hi!
-Hello! -Hey! Come in, come in.
Oh, yes!
Thanks for coming.
-And you must be Eric. -Yes, hi, hi.
Ola, right?
That's a unique name.
Oh, my parents were beatniks.
(chuckling)
Would you like something to drink?
Some water, coffee?
Um, water. Lukewarm, please.
Oh, and an egg, of course.
Right.
Oh.
This is a lovely home
and absolutely deserving of a child.
The Gravida Foundation is honored
that you are considering allowing us
to help you achieve your miracle.
Please, sit.
♪
Your hands, please.
♪
(exhales deeply)
♪
(chanting in foreign language)
♪
I'm sure you've been promised miracles before
and you don't believe that this is real.
But I wouldn't lie
to someone who's been through what you've been through.
♪
The Gravida Foundation helped me
when I couldn't conceive.
He's a geneticist now,
and I'm so grateful that they taught me
how to share their gift.
♪
(peeping)
♪
(Makayla laughs)
It's your egg,
so it's your chick, if you wish.
If not, I'll take it for you.
Uh...
you go for it.
(nervous laughter)
♪
That's a little demonstration the Foundation created
to show off what we can do.
It's not deception or sleight of hand.
It's magic.
Powerful, old magic.
-So you're a witch? -Oh no.
I just volunteered to help after they helped me.
Yeah, of course.
♪
So...how...how does it work?
Well, there's a three-week cleansing period
with a special diet and some things you can't do.
And then, I will stay with you for a week of rituals
to make sure that the baby is stable
so that you get the child that you want.
You absolutely deserve the chance to be parents.
Let me give it to you.
(chick peeping)
That is quite an offer.
Yes. Thank you.
We'll talk about it and we'll get back to you.
Of course! Take your time.
-Thank you. -Thank you so much
for having me.
Oh--oh, and here.
Some homemade tea.
Steep it for two minutes and then add a little whiskey.
Sounds like a party!
Here.
-Take care, now. -Have a good one.
-Come on, now. -Oh my God.
I know.
(kettle whistling)
♪
Oh, that's really good. Want some?
-Really? -Yeah, yeah.
(he sighs)
♪
-Oh God. -What? I like it.
It's okay.
All right, fine. That's more for me, then, mm-hm.
Oh, it's good. Mm.
♪
That thing with the egg?
-That was nuts. -Yeah. It was a good trick.
Was it a trick, though?
Yeah. It was a good trick.
-But was it really a trick? -Are you actually considering
she isn't full of shit?
I don't know, maybe...
Look, look.
My grandma tried for 20 years to have kids.
Twenty years.
And then someone gave her a carved-stone dick, and bam!
My dad.
Maybe...
maybe this is our carved-stone dick.
You're drunk.
Compared to another round of IVF...
what's the risk?
Energy? Hope?
The ability to look at myself in the mirror
after agreeing to work with a shaman
who looks like Cherise's crazy aunt?
Plus, we can't afford the days off.
If you were pregnant, we would figure it out.
But this isn't real.
♪
Do you really think this hippie lady
is a fucking wizard?
♪
Oh! Whoa! Excuse me, I thought you didn't like it?
It's totally fucking ridiculous.
I am so sorry.
I had no idea Susan was so far down the rabbit hole.
It's okay.
It's not as bad as that pyramid scheme lunch thing.
Um, I made $600 on that, thank you very much.
Oh! See? Sometimes, the scam is legit.
Well, it--well, it's a pretty elaborate scam for,
what you'd say, free?
I know, right?
It's obviously too good to be true.
I mean, I don't get why Eric's obsessing about it.
But...what if this one time, magic is real?
Do you want my actual opinion?
(Makayla sighs)
No, no, no.
Not soft enough.
Get a fluffy one.
Not wool--maybe cotton.
Fleece is nice.
Too much light.
These stay closed.
♪
What are these?
Fertility idols.
The red one was my grandma's.
She said it helped her, so I got a few more,
just in case.
Well, it didn't help you.
I can't have their magic interfering with mine.
They need to be out of the house completely.
Sounds good.
No cucumber, no shellfish, no bowling, no smoking--
cigarettes or weed.
Not too much sun, no liquor.
Red wine is okay,
but just don't go overboard.
And no sex.
But you can masturbate if you need to
twice a week.
(he sighs)
Makayla, I'll need for you to text me updates
on your cycle.
Now. You'll have to follow all of these restrictions
perfectly for three weeks
before the week of the rituals.
If you don't, the magic won't work.
♪
Oh! Okay.
(clears his throat)
♪
Oh, that's really good.
It's an old recipe,
with some herbs to open up your chakras.
Oh. Mm.
♪
Mm-hm.
♪
Here's our contract.
It spells out everything you need to know.
Each clause needs to be initialed by both of you.
No problem.
Okay. Yeah.
What's this required monitoring thing?
Um, Section 8B?
Oh, just a little visit from the Foundation.
We'll stop by and bring you diapers, clothes,
whatever you need.
See? Yeah. That's nice.
(pen scratching)
♪
If you wanna do this, I'm in.
But if this doesn't work, I'm done.
No IVF, no research studies or idols or crystals
or crazy witch ladies.
No offense.
♪
-But what if there's-- -No. This is it.
♪
One last try.
Oh. Oh.
Well, after this,
there'll be nothing left to try.
We'll get dogs.
I want Schnauzers.
Okay.
♪
Here.
It's lace.
Put it in your windows.
It will help fortify the light in your home.
Okay.
For your red wine.
Technically, kosher is best,
but it's awful, so it really doesn't matter.
What about sangria?
-Honey, she just said red-- -What? It's wine and fruit.
I can have fruit, right?
That's a good question.
You can ask one of the representatives
through out app.
Here's the login information.
-You guys have an app? -Of course!
Magic isn't stuck in the dark ages.
The app's got all the rules
and a section for your prayers and pronunciations,
my contact info.
But just use the chat function.
They can help.
And, frankly, they know the little things
better than I do.
If you need to delay for any reason, that's fine.
But if you cheat and don't tell me...
Anything unexpected can be a disaster.
Hm. Okay, well, we'll behave.
You'd better.
Now. Before you begin this journey,
take a night, get drunk, eat junk food, get high.
Enjoy what you're sacrificing.
Understand it.
I'm so happy for you both!
♪
Come on, open up, open up.
-Uh-uh. -Just practice, rehearsal.
We're gonna have a baby, open up.
-(he grunts) -Uh-uh...uh-uh...
(crunching)
I can't believe we're doing this.
♪
I don't wanna go a month without processed carbs.
♪
So you're in?
100 percent.
You're not gonna accidentally eat a cookie
every two and a half weeks?
No!
Hm.
♪
Plus, it's easier than IVF, and cheaper.
We could diet a little and put lace on our windows.
And no shots.
♪
I think this'll be good for us.
♪
Maybe she can do magic.
She could be like Madam Pomfrey,
who went rogue to help Muggles.
The next time she's here,
let's say "Voldemort."
See if she flinches.
-That's good, huh? -That's good.
Fuckin' brilliant.
Dude, I think weed makes me smarter.
Ra-dara nu...
come on.
Nu-ka ko-poer
e son.
Again.
Excuse me.
Ugh, I'm gonna be late.
♪
(Makayla exclaims)
You know, I'm gonna be at home late tonight,
and she said you could jerk off if you wanted to.
♪
(sighs)
Ra-dara nu-ka ka-poer e son.
Ra-dara nu-ka ka poer e son.
Ra-dara nu-ka ka-poer e son.
Ra-dara nu-ka ka poer e son.
Ra-dara nu-ka ka poer e son
Ra-dara nu-ka ka poer e son.
(Makayla sighs)
You ready for tomorrow?
I'm ready for this to be done.
Sick of eating rabbit food.
And I miss, you know, sex.
Same...
same.
Um...
If this, um, doesn't work,
are you gonna be okay?
(insects chirring)
I think so.
I can't get any crazier than this, right?
Hmph. Promise?
Promise.
Wonderful. Now we can begin.
-I just wanna say, we're so-- -I'll be right back.
Wow.
Well, whatever happens, it will be a hell of a story.
Seriously.
Do you, uh, do you want some help?
Oh, no, no, no.
I've got it, sweetie.
Is this baby bondage gear?
What do you think these lightbulbs are for?
The baby will have sensitive eyes
from the magic.
Six months, you won't even be able to tell at all.
Okay.
(car alarm chirps)
Let's get to it.
Where will the baby be sleeping?
Oh, uh, well, we thought maybe with us for a bit?
It'd make the nighttime feedings easier, and...
And then?
You have a bedroom for your baby, right?
Yeah. The guestroom.
Eric's old office.
We were gonna convert it after the baby was born--
Oh no. It needs to be done now.
Preparing the space is part of the process.
Oh. Okay.
It's all gotta go.
Can we move everything to the garage?
Not really.
The baby's spirit needs to know
it will have a dedicated space of its own.
I'm sure you can get it emptied by sunset.
Sunset...today?
I don't wanna delay.
Heh. No.
One, two, three.
There we go.
Woo! Ta-da.
Can't believe you guys are really doing this.
It's your fault.
Thanks for the tip.
You're welcome, I guess?
But I am pulling for you guys,
despite everything I know about biology, physics,
science in general.
Oh my God. Is that her?
She looks like my Aunt Marge who sold us that acid.
Maybe we can get some good drugs off of her.
Or, uh, you know, a baby.
Either way, it'll be a trip.
-Really? -Yeah, yeah.
-Eww. -Oh, come on.
(door closes)
All right, let's get going.
♪
Kneel.
♪
I don't know why you think I'm joking.
Kneel.
Okay.
♪
We hide the light of the world away
and invite the light between the stars
into our homes and our hearts.
Stay.
♪
(laughing)
You think we'll get a treat if we're good?
Ruff! Ruff, ruff.
(laughing)
♪
Done?
♪
What?
Take the chicken.
(soft clucking)
♪
Eric, you too.
♪
This bird,
the one hatched at your table,
represents the child you did not have,
the one you expected,
the one you will not have.
(gasp, bones crunch)
♪
I'm not hungry.
What are you worried about?
You don't believe in any of this, remember?
Yeah. 'Cause it's weird and it's creepy.
But you've bought into it,
so now I need to eat a bird that died in my hands
in our living room.
Uggh.
I love you.
You're welcome.
Knock, knock! I'm coming in!
Hey, Mama and Papa, great to be here.
Who the hell are you?
I'm Dr. Zekeny, OB-GYN.
Yale undergrad, Harvard Med, Duke residency.
You can call me Dr. Zekeny.
Dr. Z, Doc, Z.
It's all good.
I work at Mercy General downtown
and I volunteer with the Gravida Foundation
whenever I can.
My bio's in the app.
It's, uh, nice to meet you.
Likewise, likewise.
And you.
What are you doing here?
He's...helping?
Well, specifically,
Ola makes the magic happen
and I keep you safe with modern medicine.
Pregnancy's tough, magic or not.
Uh, if it's okay,
I'd like to get a quick look-see,
just to make sure everything's shipshape.
Shouldn't you have done that three weeks ago,
before we started dieting?
Hon...
Ola would have caught anything that would have been
incompatible with our process.
This is just for a baseline.
I'll give you a moment to
get changed and, uh, get on the table.
(Ola chuckles)
Are you okay?
Can you get me a water?
(he clears his throat)
Hey, Eric.
How you feeling?
I'm just having some trouble.
I don't know.
This--this is magic, and you're a doctor?
How does that work?
Well...we don't know exactly how Tylenol works,
or penicillin,
but they do, and so does magic.
I'm a big believer in results,
and the Gravida Foundation made me,
and I turned out okay.
-So you're a... -...Foundation baby?
Through and through.
And I'm pretty awesome.
Listen. I know this is scary, but, uh...
it's gonna be the best decision you ever made.
You ready?
Yeah, uh, I'll be right there.
(door closes)
(Makayla exclaims)
What's going on?
Oh--cold hands.
You okay?
Yeah.
(door closes)
(she breathes deeply)
(vague abdominal rumbling)
All right.
Before we do the draw,
any family or personal history of anemia, sickle cell,
cancer, hemophilia?
Any blood disorders?
Nothing on my side.
My grandmother had breast cancer.
But no history of leukemia or myeloma,
nothing like that?
No.
Great.
The Foundation will be very happy to hear that.
Why would they care?
I send them a full report.
It's their process, they just make sure
I'm not missing anything.
But Makayla, look at him.
His parents, uh...well, they used the Foundation too.
The Gravida Foundation is a family.
Welcome.
Your veins are lovely.
Quick pinch.
(she exclaims softly)
Hold that right there.
All right.
Everything looks perfect.
You're healthy.
I'll be back to check on you every night.
If you need anything before then,
feel free to call me on the app.
Oh, and, uh, you're gonna feel pretty terrible
most of the time.
But, uh, it's gonna be worth it.
Blink of an eye.
Wouldn't that be something.
I'll let you get changed.
Thank you, Doctor.
(door closes)
Let's begin.
♪
This first ritual is the true beginning
of your journey into parenthood.
Take your place in front of me, facing each other.
♪
Huh. That's modern.
Better for my asthma.
It's the ambience that matters.
Speeds things up, anyway.
The mats too.
♪
Blessed be the mother
who gives herself for her child.
♪
Half.
♪
Blessed be the father
who gives himself for his child.
♪
Whoa.
♪
Okay.
Now, please, strip nude.
♪
How did you think it worked?
♪
I guess, uh, just pretend like
we're on that beach from our honeymoon?
Are you gonna get sunburn on your junk again?
Nice.
Man and woman is all there is.
I am outside your world.
Your world is a void.
All you see is each other,
bathing in the light of your love,
the light between the stars.
Don't think about me.
Don't think about making a child.
This doesn't work in our world.
It only works in the world you create together.
The symbols I'm drawing will bind you in that world.
So let your eyes be honest.
Look at each other.
Take it in.
♪
Think about everything your partner has given you.
Every smile, every laugh,
every flutter of your heart.
Place your palms together,
and through your touch,
show your partner the person they are to you.
Interlock your fingers
and become the person you are to them.
You are connected.
You are alone in your world.
Hold fast.
Stay together.
Don't let go.
♪
(chanting in foreign language)
Give yourself to her.
They await you.
Your light.
Be known to them,
O great ones!
(echoed incantation)
♪
Come to them!
(rumbling)
♪
You did well.
I hope it worked.
But we'll know for sure in the morning.
Get some rest.
I'll clean up.
♪
(birdsong)
♪
(groaning)
Holy shit!
Oh, God.
♪
-Good morning. -Oh!
Sit, sit.
Morning.
-Sleep well? -Uggh.
Well, some breakfast should perk you up.
(liquid being poured)
Thanks.
(glasses clink)
Mm.
Um...
What?
Mm...
That's a good sign.
Come with me.
Eat it all, okay?
Okay...
(door closes)
This will be uncomfortable,
but you'll feel better.
It won't last too long, I promise.
(Ola sings in foreign language while Makayla retches)
(softly exclaiming)
(toilet flushes)
I think it worked.
The toilet?
I'm pregnant!
How could you possibly know that?
-Ola said that-- -An egg can't implant
that quickly.
Of course it can.
I'm only here for a week, not nine months.
♪
Wait, wait, so, in a week...
She'll have a baby
and I'll be out of your hair.
(nervous laughter)
What? No, that's not, that's--
It's magic.
I've been telling you.
Why do you think she's nauseous?
Food poisoning?
-Eric. -What?
I can feel it.
A week?
How is that a bad thing?
Honey...
Oh---uh, no, no.
♪
Let's get you to bed.
(toilet flushes)
(birdsong)
She's doing great.
This is perfectly normal.
There's a lot going on inside of her.
I don't know if I get paternity leave at work
with no notice.
Oh, don't worry about all that!
The Foundation can help.
Let's keep you busy.
Wow. Mancala.
It's been a while.
It's easy. You'll remember fast.
Me again.
(beans clattering)
I just keep waiting for you to pull out
a vacuum to sell me.
Oh, I promise you,
that's not what the Gravida Foundation is about.
But obviously, you know, they want something.
To bring life into the world,
that's all.
When you went from barren to a mother in a week,
which is insane,
what'd you tell people?
They'll just be happy for you.
♪
And after you had your son,
well, I mean, do a lot of the kids that they make--
'cause they do make them--
um, do they all become doctors?
I mean, your son is one, and Dr. Z.
Some.
The Foundation wants their children
to reach their full potential,
whatever they want to be.
We're a family.
And you'll be a part of it.
The doctor said that too.
He would know.
♪
I'm so hungry!
(Ola chants in foreign language)
(Makayla slurps food and makes relishing noises)
♪
Just ignore me.
♪
Like I said,
you guys are doing great.
This week's gonna be tough,
but just keep eating what Ola feeds you.
Sure thing.
How long have you known Ola?
Oh, we go way back,
since she started the Foundation.
Really?
Because she said
she started with them when she had her son.
Yeah, that's true.
She said her son just turned 40.
Did she?
She did.
Do you know what she could have been talk--
-Eric, please! -See you guys tomorrow.
(door opens, closes)
♪
(Makayla exclaims, baby cries)
♪
(scream)
Makayla?
(Makayla pants, exclaims)
(groaning)
Why were you screaming?
-It hurts. -There's blood.
Oh, there's always blood.
Did you oil like you were supposed to?
Uh-huh.
The baby's doing nine months of growing in one week.
The skin can split a little bit.
(groaning)
You're fine, you're fine.
It's okay, it's okay.
♪
I'm calling 9-1-1.
They won't have any idea what to do with this.
Yeah, but...
Holy shit.
(groaning)
Come on, let's clean you up.
Are you sure we should move her?
Yes, give her a hand.
♪
Honey?
♪
(groans)
Come on.
♪
Relax, dear, this is common.
-Then why didn't you warn us? -It's okay, Eric.
This whole process is scary enough.
It's better for the baby if you're not all anxious
about every detail.
-I'm gonna call the doctor. -Sure, if you'd like,
but he's gonna tell you the same thing I did.
♪
(phone dialing)
-Hello, Dr. Zekeny. -Hey, Dr. Z.
-It's Eric Galleston. -Hey, Eric, how are ya?
Not very good, actually.
Makayla just woke up with her stomach split open,
and...and then she started licking her own blood.
It's nothing to worry about.
I know it's super scary,
but this is all part of the process, I promise.
These are--these are all good signs.
-What about the licking? -Weird cravings.
Yeah, I had a patient once who kept wanting to drink
window cleaner.
I'll see you tomorrow night.
♪
Oh, I remember what it's like.
But you knew pregnancy would be hard.
Aren't we lucky ours are so fast?
(groaning)
Oh, don't make it harder for the baby too.
The process is working.
It's what you wanted.
♪
Hey, are you okay?
We got her all wrapped up with some special bandages.
I'm wonderful.
You're gonna be a dad.
♪
(soft groaning)
♪
(sighs)
♪
You two lovebirds sleep tight.
Thanks, Ola.
(footsteps)
(door opens, closes)
♪
(birds chirping)
♪
Mmm.
How's yours?
I'm not that hungry.
Too bad. Come on, eat, eat, eat.
Oh!
Ola...
the doctor said he's been working with you
since you started with the foundation.
That's right.
Which is when your son was born,
about 40 years ago?
Thirty-seven.
But Zekeny's bio online said he graduated from med school
in 2002.
Oh, oh, that's right.
(she chuckles)
It was his father who helped me.
Mmm.
I sometimes get them a bit confused.
Such a family resemblance.
Wouldn't it be cool if your baby looked just like you?
I'm not naming him Eric Jr. though.
(laughing)
What was his name?
Zekeny's father.
Um...Abraham, Aaron, something biblical.
-I like Abraham, or Isaac. -Zekeny also said it was him,
-not his dad. -I really like classical names.
Or, ooh, how about Edith?
-Makayla! -Hey, hey!
Let me talk for one second, okay?
-All right, I was just excited. -She's expecting.
Seriously?
(Eric laughs)
What is this?
Oh, no, I guess I'm in trouble.
(birds singing)
It's scary,
it's stressful, and lots of things--
You guys are hiding something.
He's supposed to be 44 years old, that's bullshit
-and you know it. -Good Lord!
It's clearly some sort of miscommunication!
She's pregnant!
You can see that.
Breathe.
Eat.
Be happy.
(sighs, groans)
(sighs)
(groans)
(phone ringing)
(chuckles)
Hey, magic momma, what's up?
It worked.
-I'm pregnant. -What?
How?
Magic.
Uh, well, that's...wonderful.
Crazy, too, but...
I'm so happy for you.
Thanks.
I wish Eric was as happy.
Well, if he screws this up, I will fucking kill him.
Please don't.
You know, I was licking blood off my hand last night.
Yeah, I think that really freaked Eric out,
but the doctor said it's just cravings, so...
Wait, wait, wait, why were you bleeding?
Uh...
The skin on my stomach,
it--it ripped when it grew so fast.
Jesus.
Well, no wonder Eric's freaked.
Yeah, but...
I know it's weird, but I'm pregnant.
He should be happy.
Yeah, still...
Okay, um...
If it's real, I'm sure he'll get there.
-I just know it. -Thanks.
Really, for everything.
For being a good friend and for telling us about Susan.
Well, I am a good friend, but I will not babysit,
but I will hold your beer for you while you change a diaper.
(chuckles)
Wow, you're so generous.
Love you. Later.
Love you.
(phone dialing)
-Cherise. -Hey, cuz.
-Can I talk to you about-- -Did she do it?
(baby crying)
She did, didn't she?
Yeah, Makayla, she's pregnant.
Can you come over in person just in...case...
(baby crying)
Never mind.
Can you just come over, please?
(baby crying)
(birds chirping)
(chuckling)
(door sliding open)
Someone's at the door, get rid of him.
(door opens)
Hi! Sorry to bug you.
I'm Rufus with Rufus Extermination,
and I'm here to protect your family--
-We're fine, thanks. -You might be fine,
but do you have any kids?
Not yet, my wife is... almost due.
-Congratulations! -Thanks.
Uh, my stuff's not so great for newborns, so...
Awesome, thanks.
Eric, come in here please.
♪
This will be your child's safe place in the world,
like a womb where the mother surrounds the child.
Dad too.
-Hold this. -Okay.
We'll take a bit of your blood and mix it with the paint.
You will be all around,
watching, protecting,
part of the light.
♪
Okay, um...
♪
(groaning)
♪
What the hell are you doing?
We only need two drops.
I have a finger stick!
(grumbling)
♪
That's way too much.
Why would you cut your palm anyway?
-There are far better places-- -Okay, I don't know!
Okay, I don't know, I just--
You said blood, and I thought...
I'll tell you what to do, then you do it.
Right now, do nothing.
♪
I'm sorry, I was trying to be supportive.
It was very sweet.
You doin' okay?
Eh, it stings a little.
That's not what I meant.
Yeah, you know, I just...
♪
This is all crazy, you know?
Yeah, I know.
♪
This wrap will heal you relatively quickly.
It's the same as her belly, actually.
We match.
Don't do that again.
Next time, wait for specific instructions.
♪
(clicks)
Now, Makayla,
we'll add your blood to Eric's.
♪
(dripping)
Get the paint can.
I got it, I got it.
(grunts)
-Here? -Down.
♪
(knife scraping)
For mixing.
♪
(chanting in foreign language)
♪
Eric, it'll be your job to paint.
♪
Be thorough.
Every spot.
You, with me.
♪
(knocking)
(birds chirping)
(shades clattering)
Come in.
Hey, I wanted to see if you were okay.
-Were you followed? -What's wrong, what's going on?
He's hungry. I can't feed him anymore.
-He's--he's always eating. -Have you talked to the doctor?
The doctors, they don't--
they're all part of it.
The foundation is everywhere.
You have to tell them not to trust them.
It's not what they say.
What is it?
Makayla said her pregnancy was only one week.
Is that true?
You have to get your friend out of there!
Out of the house.
-Just get her away. -Why?
What did they do?
(sobbing)
They gave me...a monster.
Okay, where's Mark?
(sobbing)
Mark?
He's got a really good job now.
He works for the foundation now,
but the baby, you see, I feed the baby.
Could I maybe help you?
He's just hungry.
He's so hungry, and I have been feeding him, but...
I think...
I think--I think I'm getting sick again.
He won't drink from me.
(breathing heavily)
You could help.
♪
Could I have some of your blood?
Please, I just need a little bit,
just one bottle.
Please, he'll take him from me if I can't!
(gently shushing)
Put it down.
It's okay.
Put it down.
(sobbing)
You have to get her out of there,
get her away.
Tell--tell her...
tell her I'm so sorry.
♪
He is just so hungry.
(crying)
♪
(light thunk)
(groans)
♪
Okay, um...
♪
Wow.
(laughs)
Okay.
(phone vibrating)
Hey! What's going on?
Hey, is Makayla okay? She didn't pick up.
Uh, yeah, yeah, she's fine.
Uh, what's wrong?
I'm at Susan's and she had an-- I don't know, an episode.
The place is a mess, and she kept going on and on
about the--what's it, the Godiva Foundation?
Gravida Foundation.
Yeah, well, she said she needed blood for the baby.
She--she asked me to fill a bottle
while holding a knife.
Holy shit!
-Eric? -Uh, uh, one second, one second.
-Uh, go on. -Look, I called 9-1-1,
and some people showed up.
They're in the back talking to her,
but I don't know who they are.
They're not cops or EMTs.
They're just...weird.
Cold hands, black suits.
Huh, well, I haven't seen anyone here like that, so...
I'm just really worried about Makayla.
I mean, she's okay.
I heard her stomach ripped
and she licked blood?
Eric, that is not normal.
No, but, uh, she's pregnant.
Cherise, it's, um...
-It's real. -What is real?
Exactly what kind of baby are you getting?
Look, I hope I'm wrong.
Just...keep an eye out, okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, okay, thanks.
(sighs)
Hey, Susan.
I'm so sorry.
My mom called.
I didn't have your dad's number.
It's fine.
You were right to worry.
The foundation sent out some help.
♪
Why don't I stay too?
♪
-What's going on? -Nothing.
Why did you say, "Holy shit"?
It was Cherise.
Her cousin Susan had an episode, and, um, she wanted to warn you.
What kind of episode? Warn me, about what?
She said not to trust the foundation,
that Susan has been feeding her--her baby blood,
and she pulled a knife on Cherise.
-Oh my God. -She's okay, but--
Postpartum depression can happen in magical pregnancies too.
It--it can make things seem insurmountable, unreal.
I'll have a pamphlet for you.
Okay, but that doesn't explain why she's--
I'm sure someone from the foundation
is on their way to help her out.
They're the ones behind all of this.
What are they behind?
Eric, what are you saying?
Whatever you and Zekeny are lying about, huh?
I found out something about the doctor.
-He's lying about his age. -Eric, come on.
No, no, no, I want to know.
I want to know the truth about Zekeny,
about our baby, and about Susan.
Is she crazy or is she telling the truth
about feeding her baby blood?
♪
Maybe sometimes a little, but--
Are you fucking kidding me?
Are we having a fucking vampire baby?
That term has a lot of implications.
Implications?
What?!
This is a person,
just like you,
with slightly unique needs.
People eat placenta, bone, brain.
It's a monster.
All babies are monsters.
They--they scream and they cry and they shit and they puke,
but this one's ours, so-- so what should it matter?
Susan tried to stab Cherise.
Cherise, your best friend.
That has nothing to do with our baby.
Yes, it does, obviously!
♪
Makayla!
Back off!
What are you hiding?
What else could there possibly be?
Give me your phone.
Give me the phone!
Give her the damn phone!
♪
Finish painting.
Think about what you're risking if you screw this up.
♪
Did you get paint on your arm?
-Yeah, sorry. -Don't apologize,
not your fault.
I was distracted.
Eric is...
-All over the place? -Exactly.
Don't take it personally.
Once he holds the baby, he'll forget all about it.
-I guess. -I promise.
Now, stay away from the wet paint.
Just one more ritual left.
We don't want to mess it up.
♪
The young cat looks to his mother,
but she stays behind.
Thanks for hanging out.
Of course, anytime.
He'll have to climb this tray on his own.
If my mom calls you,
tell her I'm sleeping.
Okay?
Yeah, sure.
♪
Oops.
Good thing it wasn't too high up.
He'll have to try again.
This last ritual will ensure
the vitality of your child-to-be.
Eric, you'll be chanting this.
What does it mean?
I can't tell you exactly.
Just focus on how it makes you feel.
And at some point during the ritual,
it'll turn into English.
♪
If you stop, it would be very, very dangerous.
♪
Go on.
Um...
(chanting in foreign language)
(rumbling)
This feels weird.
(chanting continues)
(groaning)
I don't like this.
Eric, Eric!
Focus, Eric, focus!
(groaning)
-I forfeit my energy... -It hurts, it hurts!
...my person, myself.
Let me go!
I give it all away to this, to you.
(chanting continues)
I forfeit my energy...
-It's growing! -...my person, myself.
I give it all away to this, to you.
-Make it stop, make it stop! -I forfeit my energy,
-my person, myself. -Help me!
(screaming)
I give it all away to this, to you!
(chanting continues)
(sighs)
♪
Wonderful, Eric.
♪
Honey?
♪
We'll clean this up tomorrow.
Turn out the candles before you tuck in.
The doctor will be here sometime overnight.
Sleep well.
I'm...so sorry.
(groans)
Why are you sorry?
♪
You were begging and screaming, and I said, uh...
those words.
They're just words.
Just a way to access the magic.
But they felt true.
They're supposed to be.
And there was this thing, and it was in my chest,
and I couldn't keep it in.
That's love.
That's how I feel about the person
that's growing inside of me.
But it was--it was...
It didn't feel like love.
It was, um...
♪
It was terrifying.
It's supposed to be.
Here.
♪
Just wait.
It'll come.
♪
(chuckling)
♪
(crickets chirring)
♪
(door closes)
♪
Lots of kicking.
(ultrasound whirring)
Just trying to find the heartbeat.
I saw a picture of your father.
A handsome fellow.
Is it right that our baby will drink blood?
-Eric, what are you doing? -I'm just asking.
You're just trying to find a problem.
-No, I'm not... -He's just anxious.
All guys go through it as it gets closer.
He's going through a lot too.
Yeah, but...
I know, but still,
it's a process.
My dad, on the day I was born, drank a bottle of whiskey
and threw up on the accoucheur.
(ultrasound pulsing)
Right.
The, uh, midwife.
Anyway...
(ultrasound whirring)
The heartbeat.
Nice and healthy.
(high-pitched sound)
Whoa.
A little too loud.
(sighs)
(sighs, chuckles)
♪
(groans)
♪
(chanting in foreign language)
Morning.
♪
(soft chuckle)
♪
(water running)
♪
(breathing heavily)
♪
(laughing)
♪
(clattering)
♪
Don't move.
♪
(moans)
(wood clacking)
Ow, Jesus!
-Come now. -What, what's wrong?
(music box playing)
♪
(birds chirping)
♪
Susan?
♪
Susan?
♪
Susan?
♪
(door creaking)
♪
Your blood seeped into her skin,
and now...that...
What the fuck is that?
I don't know what it is.
I'll make a poultice
and call the doctor.
Help her to the bedroom.
♪
Not that hand.
♪
(phone vibrating)
♪
Draw this.
A triangle pointing up right around the spot.
Then wipe it off and do it again and again.
That should keep it from spreading.
Is she okay?
I'm calling the doctor again.
They said he was sleeping, but he has to get up for this.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(sighs)
♪
My client has an infection or something.
I don't know what it is.
Yes, that's why I called.
Just wake him up!
(birds chirping)
(knocking furiously)
Makayla, Eric, let me in!
(knocking)
♪
Why are you stopping?
She sounds scared.
What about the baby?
I'll be right back.
♪
Come on.
Makayla, Eric! Where are you?
-Who are you? Shoo, shoo! -Cherise?
-Stop! Eric, stop her, stop her! -The bedroom.
Cherise, what are you doing here?
-Come with me. -No, what's happening?
She is dangerous!
They are dangerous!
Makayla, you don't know what's growing inside of you.
A baby!
A beautiful baby.
Susan is dead!
She killed herself and her baby.
I saw.
I saw them in the bathroom.
♪
She took pills, and-- and the baby was in the tub.
♪
The baby...
(sobbing)
♪
It wasn't a baby.
♪
What--what was it?
♪
Inhuman.
♪
What does that mean?
It had claws, she fed it blood.
-We know. -Claws?
-Makayla, let's go. -Ouch.
-We gotta get you out of here! -No, no, no!
-Let go of her! -Stop pulling her!
-Ow! -How do you think this happens?
This is not natural!
-Cherise, you don't know that. -No, it's not natural...
They were controlling Susan, threatening her!
-Helping her. -This is different.
She couldn't handle being a mother; I'm meant for this.
Makayla, your baby is an abomination.
Cherise, how could-- how could you say that?
Please, you have to believe me.
I'm trying to save her.
Cherise, I--I think-- I think you should go.
What?
(Makayla panting)
I'm sorry, I can't.
(growling, screaming)
(guttural growling)
Zekeny, what are you doing? Get off her, let her--
Eric!
(panting)
(growling, choking)
Get out!
(gasping)
Wait.
(panting)
-We might need her. -Need her for what?
(Cherise gasping)
Get the rope.
(panting)
♪
I can't...
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
What's happening?
(muffled scream)
Zekeny, what are you doing?
(snarls)
(muffled screaming)
(screaming stops)
(panting)
♪
Your baby is sensitive to blood.
You said the licking was fine.
That was her blood.
But yours, when it got on the skin and it stayed there,
it caused the magic, the energy
that needs to be contained in the baby, to leak.
Your body is not meant for magic.
I can heal you, but the medicine is bad for the baby.
-Cherise! -Pay attention.
We need to induce labor now
or you could lose your wife and your baby.
You gonna let me?
(panting)
Yeah.
(panting)
-Save them. -All right.
(chanting in foreign language)
♪
(screaming)
Get ready for the big ones but don't push yet.
(screaming)
(panting, exhaling)
(screaming)
You got this, honey.
You can do it.
(screaming)
♪
Hang in there, sweetie.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
(screaming)
♪
All right, next time you feel a contraction coming...
-Breathe, sweetie, breathe. -...push as hard as you can.
(screaming)
♪
Push, push!
(screaming)
♪
There she is.
I got her.
It's a girl.
♪
It's okay.
(panting)
Ola,
we have a problem.
You need to drink this before anything else.
-What's wrong? -It's medicine, drink it.
-Is she okay? -We have to be fast.
What's going on?
She should be crying.
Why isn't she crying? What's happening?
Why isn't she crying?
She's barely hanging on.
What--what is happening?
An infection, from Eric's blood.
(crying)
You did this!
It's your fault, it's all your fault!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry!
You...
I'm sorry.
(crying)
I didn't mean it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
(crying)
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Get off!
There's still a chance we can fix it,
but it's big, costly magic,
not the kind of thing the foundation does
-without total commitment. -Put me down! Get off!
You have to supply the main component for the spell.
Yes, of course, what is it?
♪
A fresh human heart.
♪
Why are you looking at me? What's she talking about?
No.
No, no way, no.
I understand.
It's your choice,
but there are no second chances.
♪
Eric.
We're not gonna murder our friend.
♪
Eric.
♪
Please.
This is our only chance.
This is my only chance!
I love you, and I want to do this with you.
Please.
I need this baby.
If you're willing to murder your friend,
for that...
♪
...maybe you're not fit to be a mother.
♪
Get the fuck outta here!
Get!
(panting)
♪
-Eric, Eric. -It's okay, it's okay.
A heart?
♪
What the fuck is going on?
(smacks)
♪
(smacking)
♪
Enough, enough!
(panting)
♪
Wait for instructions.
♪
(choking on blood)
Let me flip him over.
♪
Cut down.
(slicing)
(gasping)
Cut through there.
(slicing, grunting)
♪
Now give me the knife, reach in.
♪
(squelching)
♪
(Cherise whimpering)
♪
(Cherise gasping)
♪
Squeeze.
Take this life as your own.
May it sustain you.
Take this life as your own, may it sustain you.
(baby crying)
♪
What about the friend?
Let me handle her.
(growling)
(biting, screaming)
♪
(baby crying)
♪
You were worth it.
(baby crying)
♪