Baby Snatcher (1992) Movie Script

Cal?

Cal.

Baby.

(GRUNTING)

What? What is it?

(EXHALING)

I can't take this anymore.

What? Tell me.

I'll make it better.

I can't breathe.

You're taking up all the air.

I feel like I'm drowning.

I don't understand.

I can't stay here.

Not cut out for this anymore.

I tried.

Maybe I didn't.

I don't know anything anymore.

I just know that

I don't wanna be married.

Not anymore.

Not to you.

Tell me what I can do. There

has to be something. Tell me!

You can't do anything.

It's already done.

I filed for divorce

three days ago.

I'm sorry.

(GASPING)

Cal!

Get back in the house.

It's 1:00 in the morning.

I don't wanna put on

a show for the neighbors.

I'm pregnant.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, boy.

That's pretty damn convenient.

Not for me!

I'm 38. I wouldn't humiliate

myself with a 17-year-old's

line if it wasn't the...

Forget it.

Let me know where

to send your things.

Wait a second,

wait a second, wait a second.

Why are you telling

me this now?

I just found out this week.

When was I going to

tell you, Cal?

Between battles?

You know what my CO

would say if I divorced

a pregnant woman?

It's none of his business!

Yeah, right.

I'll be sure to tell him that

when he puts in

my efficiency rating

that I walked out

on my unborn child.

You have to do what

you have to do, Cal.

Like being in

a damn spider web.

Please don't go.

I don't feel well.

Oh, sweetheart,

I know.

Oh, oh, come here.

JENNY: Here's your

lipstick, Mama.

I know, but I have

to go to work, okay?

I'll tell you

what though.

I'll give you a call

at lunch time.

Huh? Would you like that?

Oh, I know. Better yet, why

don't you call me, hmm?

That'd be fun, wouldn't it?

No, I want you to stay.

Wanna give me a call?

Why can't you stay?

JENNY: Hurry, Mama.

Oh, sweetie.

Oh, Karen, you shouldn't

be packing that boy around.

He's too heavy.

Okay. Now remember, Mom,

he needs his eardrops in

about half an hour.

And he can't take

any medicine on

an empty stomach,

so give him, like, half

an apple or something

before he takes his aspirin.

I've got

your sweater, Mama.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

It's David, Mama.

Okay.

Oh, thanks.

Got the other one?

There we go.

(HONKING CONTINUES)

RUTH: Hurry, Karen.

It wouldn't do

to inconvenience David.

Now remember,

you call me at lunch

or I'm gonna be very unhappy.

And you? You wait for me.

Okay.

I'm gonna pick you up

after school.

(HONKING)

What are you honking for?

(GIGGLING)

In a hurry.

Gotta get to work.

Oh.

You just couldn't wait to

have a kiss, could you?

Just hang a big sign on

the house that says

"Honk if you want a kiss."

(HONKING)

Shh! My mother

is watching.

How'd she get out here

so early? On her broomstick?

No. I sent her an SOS.

My babysitter

called in sick, so...

Don't insult my mother.

She saved my life.

So, do you want me to open it?

Oh, that's for me?

Don't be coy.

What is it? Christmas?

Why are you always buying

me things, Karen?

Well, I didn't buy this.

I made it.

God, Karen.

What do you mean,

"Oh, God, Karen"?

It's beautiful. You made that?

You knitted

that yourself?

Yes.

With my own two hands. I think

the colors are perfect.

When am I gonna wear it?

Oh, come on. You can wear this

anywhere. At home, at work.

That way you'll have

to think about me.

Karen, I...

All right, not at home.

It's just that I never wear

anything that beautiful,

especially at work, you know?

People will notice.

And maybe say

something to your wife.

I don't know what I was

thinking. I guess I forgot.

Can you

come by tonight?

I hope I can.

I'll call you.

(MAN ARGUING)

I would not go in there

if I were you.

Keeley was late again.

And she's getting canned

in a very loud way.

Great. I was going to ask

for an extra week on my

maternity leave this morning.

Cute. Who was he?

Oh, um... He's just

a friend from in town.

My car's in the shop, so he

drove out, gave me a lift.

You should've called

me. I live so close.

Oh, thanks. But, you

know, I didn't want to

bother you.

I don't mind, we're friends.

(SOBBING)

Hey, I'm not paying you

to sit out here and court

lung cancer, Diana.

You're late, Karen.

I'm sorry. Kevin has

an ear infection.

Three times in two weeks.

I know, I'm sorry.

Hey, things are rough

all over. Look, I hired you

because I needed a

reliable store manager

and you needed a job.

Upfront, you asked

for a month's maternity leave

and I gave it to you.

Now all this stuff is not

part of the deal.

You either get it together

or you get out. End of story.

So...

Conflict.

Not with your mother

or your brother or

your boyfriend or like,

between nations.

But inside yourself,

feeling two things

at the same time.

It's all right, you know.

Everybody does it.

There's a wonderful book

about teenagers

and how they feel about

their parents. It's titled,

Go Away I Hate You!

(ALL LAUGHING)

But in smaller print,

"But first drive me and

Connie to the movies."

Huh? (LAUGHING)

See?

Anger and desire

to run at the same time with

love and dependency,

which probably brings

us back to anger,

which conflicts with love,

and so it goes, in circles.

One mother I know

has a big sign

she holds in front of her

when her teenagers are

starting to give her

some grief.

"So why don't you leave home

since you already know

everything?"

(LAUGHING)

You think that mother

really hates her kids

and wants them to leave?

Yeah.

(ALL LAUGHING)

All right, quick.

If there are any mothers

or daughters here

who are angry

about anything...

All right, all right.

What is it? Come on.

Nothing. (LAUGHING)

Come on.

Are you pregnant?

(LAUGHING)

Hi, Momma.

How was your day, pal?

It was okay.

Just okay?

Tracy Miller is having a

Halloween party this Saturday.

Well, that sounds like fun.

I wasn't invited.

I'm sorry, sweetheart. I know

it's hard changing schools,

being the new girl. But you'll

meet people, you will.

Hey, you know what

I was thinking?

Remember my prom dress?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, what do you say

we get it out,

we get the scissors,

and we make

a great new dancing outfit

for your Barbie.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

(PHONE RINGING)

I'll get it.

Hello?

David. Mom, it's David.

Thank you. Hello. Hi.

Are we gonna...

Yeah. Uh, that's okay.

No, of course, I understand.

Is David coming?

Here we go.

We're gonna to get you so fit,

you'll scare yourself.

I don't...

(SIGHING) I don't

feel so well.

I guess that's why they

call it morning sickness.

(RETCHING)

I'm leaving.

I'll see you tonight.

ALL: Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

(COUNTING CONTINUES)

(SIGHS)

Cal will like ponies.

Men like ponies.

Ponies are perfect.

(GASPS)

Oh, great. That's great.

And nobody cleans up the

table round here anymore?

(SNIFFING)

Smells like a paint

factory around here.

Bianca!

Could've cracked

a few windows.

Bianca.

You planning on cooking

dinner tonight or am I

supposed to make it myself?

Crying out loud,

I'm supposed to pay

for all this stuff.

Oh, my God.

Bianca?

I need a doctor, quick!

Somebody get me a doctor.

Well, there is a new one.

Get out of my way,

you little jerk!

I'm Captain Hudson.

This is my wife.

She's four months pregnant.

She fell off a ladder.

It's all right now.

Everything will be fine,

Captain.

Just let us do what we're

paid to do.

Hello there.

Welcome back. I'm Dr. Beinart.

Cal?

Cal's fine.

I wish I could say

the same for you.

What kind of tests have

you done on me?

Where's my husband?

We sent him

home to get some

fresh clothing for you.

Mrs. Hudson,

you are very sick.

I won't play games with you.

This fall you took

from the ladder...

I didn't really fall,

I got dizzy, that's all.

I got down all right.

I've been throwing up

a lot lately. It's...

It's the morning sickness.

No, it isn't

morning sickness, Mrs. Hudson.

I wish it were that simple.

Look, the vomiting,

the dehydration,

the dizziness, blackouts?

They're all signs of

acute diabetes.

Nah. No, that's not possible.

You've probably been

borderline for years

and now it's becoming

dangerously severe.

Well, this isn't

the Middle Ages.

Surely this is something

you can control?

Well, that's true,

Mrs. Hudson,

but your husband tells us

you're four months pregnant,

and given the severity

of your condition,

well, I'm not

at all sure you can carry

a healthy baby to term.

What are you saying?

That I should terminate

my pregnancy?

I want you to be prepared for

the likelihood that there

could be damage to the fetus.

And until we run

some tests, we just won't...

No.

You don't understand.

This baby is very important,

I can't lose this baby.

Come on now.

We don't have to

cross that bridge until

we get to it. Hmm?

Even in

the worst-case scenario,

this doesn't have to be

the end of your childbearing.

We get you back on your

feet again, 100 percent,

there is no reason why

you can't try again,

in a year or so.

(SOBBING)

I don't have a year.

I want to see my husband,

I want to see Cal.

All right, all right.

I'll go see if he's back.

Doctor.

Don't tell him, please?

That's my place.

All right.

But, Mrs. Hudson,

your husband needs

to know, and soon.

(SOBBING)

CAL: Bianca?

I brought you some sweats

and a squadron T-shirt that

you like to, uh...

Something comfortable.

I couldn't find a suitcase.

Did you talk to Dr. Beinart?

He said you needed

to talk to me.

Did he say why?

Bianca, I don't even know

why you wanna see me,

after the way I behaved.

God, you know, um...

When I saw you

lying on the floor,

you looked so breakable.

I just

realized for the first time

there's a life inside.

An actual life.

And...

I wanted it.

I want the baby.

I sort of made

a promise to God that, um,

if you got through it and

the baby survived, that

I'd be a good father.

Or learn how to be.

Oh, God. This whole thing

scares the hell out of me.

I sound like a jerk.

But this stuff...

Not very good at it, I guess.

Never will be.

You're fine.

And I'm fine.

And our baby's

going to be fine too.

You need this baby like

you need more bad luck.

Don't give me that look.

I've been looked at harder

by meaner monkeys than you.

Mom, if you didn't wanna help,

why don't you just say so?

Did I say that?

What I said was

two kids are enough.

And you with no husband.

I had a husband.

And now you have somebody

else's husband.

How is Mrs. Anderson?

I don't know, Mom. You tell

me. You seem to know so much

more about my life than I do.

I know I didn't raise

my daughter to sleep

around with married men.

Jenny, sweetheart, please

would you take Kevin outside

to the backyard to play

before it gets too cold?

But, Mama,

we wanna help.

Please. Before

the sun goes down.

KEVIN: Mama,

why can't we help?

Don't you ever talk like

that in front of my kids

again. Do you hear me?

I suppose half of

Saratino heard you.

I don't know why it's

worse for me to say it

than for you to shack up...

You see? That is why

I moved out here.

To keep you and all these

other busybodies...

(SIGHING) Mom,

I'm not stupid.

I know how this looks.

But David's love for me

is just something that...

If he loves you so much,

why hasn't he

married you, huh?

Did he pay for any of this?

Has he paid for anything?

How does he expect you,

let alone your baby,

to survive on what you

make at that pizza joint?

It's not that simple.

He doesn't wanna hurt her.

Besides, he's got his

kids to think about.

It's just not that simple.

Karen, I can take everything

except your being a fool.

If you got pregnant thinking

to bring David to heel,

then you are in for nothing

but hard times.

You mark my words.

BIANCA: And I don't think

you understand

the depth of my husband's

religious convictions,

or mine for that matter.

We simply can't accept

abortion as an option,

Dr. Beinart.

So these tests are

totally unnecessary.

Besides, I know my baby

is perfectly healthy.

DR. BEINART: Mrs. Hudson,

you have to believe me

when I tell you

we could be talking about a

severely impaired child

who would never lead...

(SIGHING) Mrs. Hudson, I feel

it's my duty to speak directly

with the Captain.

Captain Beinart, I'm

keeping the baby.

And I don't think your

commanding officer would

like to hear that

you tried to coerce a couple

into doing something against

their religious principles.

Of course not.

No, I didn't think so.

(TELEVISION PLAYING)

KAREN: Can't be right.

(SIGHING) It just can't be.

Oh, where does this all go?

Where does this all go?

(SIGHING)

DAVID: Ho! Ho! Ho!

Merry Christmas!

JENNY: Mama, come look.

KEVIN: David, what's in

the bag? What's in the bag?

DAVID: Catch it, here.

Mama, look at the tree

David brought.

It's beautiful.

What would I do without you?

DAVID: Ho, ho, ho!

Ho, ho, ho!

KAREN: Okay, okay.

JENNY: Wow, she's beautiful!

One, two, three, show time.

Wow!

Yay!

Looks great, huh?

Hey. You feel that?

What?

Uh-oh. Restless.

What's that?

Speak up,

I can't hear you.

Oh, she says the food is good,

but she needs

a bigger apartment.

(LAUGHING)

Merry Christmas.

Mom.

Grandma! (LAUGHING)

I didn't know

you were coming.

Since when do I need

an appointment to see

my daughter?

Mom, please don't do this.

Guess I'll be

heading home, Karen.

You don't have to go.

It's getting late.

You got another

tree to trim, David?

Why do you have to do this?

Is it my fault I don't

like to see my daughter

being used by...

He's not using me.

He loves me.

And I love him. Why can't you

just accept that?

Oh, yeah. Merry Christmas.

This guy, he's coming

down, he's coming down,

and then he puts up the hook

and then he bounces off

and misses the cable.

Then he goes up

and goes back around

and then comes back in

and then he's barely got

enough room to make

another pass.

About six and a half,

actually.

Six and a half months?

Are you serious?

Well, actually,

it's closer to seven.

I don't believe you.

(CHUCKLING)

Those ankles.

They're miniscule.

They don't exist.

And look at that belly.

I'm bigger than I look.

It's the dress. It, uh,

covers a multitude of sins.

Oh, you couldn't have hidden

my belly under a circus tent

by seven months.

Isn't that so, Russ?

Hey, Russell.

You say something, honey?

(CHUCKLING)

I tell you, it's like they're

from a different planet.

Some questions better

left unanswered.

(LAUGHING)

Anything dealing with

a woman's weight

falls into that category.

Hey, Cal! Two and half

months to go.

You must be getting

to be quite the hand

at "pant and push."

Lamaze.

Are you saying you escaped

the natural childbirth hell?

Well, er...

I guess I just

didn't see the point.

And you told Bianca that?

Well, no.

Well, actually she said fine.

MAN: Fine?

Oh, man, some guys

have all the luck. (LAUGHING)

Who did you say

your OB-GYN is?

Captain Miller?

Uh, no. A townie actually.

Good for you. Some things

just aren't Air Force,

like stirrups

and oddly placed mirrors.

(ALL LAUGHING)

I always wanted a town doctor,

but Clark said, why pay for

what you can get for free?

You're a lucky one

to have a husband like Cal.

I tell myself that every day.

Are you sure the doctor said

it was okay for you to be

so cold all the time?

Maybe I should turn

up the furnace.

No, don't do that, you'd bake.

You know you hate it

when it gets above 60.

Yeah, but I'm not pregnant.

Really, I'd rather

just bundle up.

Artificial heat gives me

terrible headaches.

Since when?

Since I got pregnant, goose.

You know how

pregnant women get.

Be thankful I'm not sending

you out into the dark for

rocky road and

kosher pickles. (LAUGHING)

Well, if you did need anything

for the baby,

you would tell me, right?

What's the matter, Cal?

This natural childbirth thing.

Do you think it's something,

uh, that we should do?

Do you think it would be

better for the baby?

I mean, do you wanna do it?

Do you?

Yeah, I would.

Cal, you'd hate those classes.

Fat women panting like

old dogs in August.

(GROANS)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Yeah, but I would though.

You get squeamish when

I cut up a fryer.

You let me

take care of this, hmm?

I wanna make love.

I know what

Dr. Beinart said about

the diabetes and all that,

but...

Hmm.

You look

pretty good.

Cal?

Hmm?

It wouldn't be safe.

Not for the baby.

(SNIFFLES)

All right.

Cal?

Go to sleep.

Atta girl.

DOCTOR: Good. Come on.

You can give me

one more push.

Give it to me now.

Atta girl. Atta girl.

Come on, baby. Come on.

That's it.

That's it now, come on.

Come on, it's coming!

One more push. Come on!

There you go, Karen!

(LAUGHING) Good!

That's it. That's it.

Yeah.

(BABY CRYING)

(RUTH LAUGHING)

Look at that!

There you go, Karen.

Say hello to a brand new,

healthy daughter.

Sweetheart.

Oh, Sophie, hello!

(LAUGHING)

God, she looks like

Grandpa Munster.

(RUTH LAUGHING)

Oh, sweetheart.

She's so beautiful.

About ready? I need to take

Sophie back to the

nursery soon.

Well, could I keep her

a little while longer?

I'm expecting someone.

All right, but just

a few minutes more.

The other babies are all

going down for the night.

Besides, visiting hours

are almost over.

Hi, Karen.

Hi.

Looks like I'm a little late.

It's okay.

Well, do you want to hold your

baby daughter, Mr. Anderson?

(BABY CRYING)

Oh, isn't she beautiful?

She will be beautiful.

She takes after her mommy.

This is crazy.

Come on, Karen.

Karen, not now.

Come on.

God, I thought you would

take one look at Sophie

and just melt.

I thought you would decide

right on the spot that

you had to stay.

You know that's impossible.

At least right now, and I've

never promised you

more than I could give you.

I am going to love this baby.

You'll see.

You're gonna miss

all her firsts.

Her first step,

her first word,

her first date.

Her first broken heart.

(SOBBING)

Hudson! Cal!

It's a good thing I caught up

with you, or the wife

would have my head.

Now that the holidays

are out of the way,

Lindsey and some of the other

officers' wives wanna throw

a baby shower for Bianca.

Truth is, I think they feel

a little guilty for not

having one sooner.

Anyhow, what I'm supposed

to find out from you is, you

know, what's a good day?

Uh, Bianca's due soon,

isn't she?

Due?

Oh, yeah.

(CHUCKLING) Right.

Shower, huh?

Yeah, you know,

punch, cookies,

really stupid games.

There's this is

one with cotton balls and

a wooden spoon. It's tribal.

Anyway, check with Bianca,

get back to me ASAP

so that I can get

the Commander-in-Chief

off my back.

CAL: Okay.

(SIGHING)

I'm sorry. I just don't

see the point.

This baby already has

everything it could possibly

need for the next 10 years.

Bauer is the head

of my department.

And if his wife wants to

give you a baby shower...

If he wants to adopt you,

I'm not gonna say no.

But I don't really know her.

None of those women.

I'd feel silly, awkward.

Well, I'm gonna feel a damn

sight more silly if Bauer gets

down on my case.

And we're just talking about

a baby shower here,

it's not the end

of civilization as we know it.

Give me a date.

Here, taste this,

it's your favorite.

Get out of here with that!

Now you're making

an idiot out of me.

Cal, this isn't like you.

Look. I don't like being

in the dark.

I got no dates, no info.

Look, how can you get so

excited about a shower

when you don't even know

what a shower is?

I don't give a diddly-squat

about a baby shower!

I wanna know

the date, the due date.

When the hell is

my baby coming?

February.

Wow. Well! (CHUCKLING)

I guess that narrows it down.

That gives us 28 options.

The 20th, the 21st,

it's not an exact science.

Okay.

20th.

21st.

There it is.

In case you change your mind,

you know?

(TELEVISION PLAYING)

(KAREN SINGING LULLABY)

(CONTINUES SINGING)

MAN: Mrs. Hudson,

all our clients stress privacy

in the matter of adoption.

You and the captain appear to

be perfect candidates for

the kind of work that we do.

How soon?

Well, these things take time,

but in your case,

I wouldn't be surprised if you

were up to your elbows

in diapers within the year.

A year?

But I need, uh...

I was thinking maybe

a week or two.

Three at the most.

Look, uh...

I can make it

worth your while.

Mrs. Hudson,

you're very kind,

but I think

we'll pass on that.

Of course,

if you'd like to find...

KAREN: Okay, great. So all the

numbers will be by the

telephone in the kitchen,

okay, and Jenny and Kevin

know where everything is.

(LAUGHS)

MRS. JOHNSON:

Oh, that will be fine.

Oh, perfect. Then I'll

see by 7:00 on the 19th.

Yes.

Thanks, Mrs. Johnson. Bye.

Bye-bye.

Thank you.

RECEPTIONIST: Can I help you?

Uh, no. No, thank you.

Ma'am? Ma'am!

You forgot your flowers.

And the children are how old?

Three and five.

Yes. That is when

they start to be fun,

but I'm better with infants.

Thank you, though.

(ALARM RINGING)

(ALARM STOPS)

Sweetheart, can you just

stay still for a minute?

Oh, come on!

Kevin, Kevin, that's enough.

(SIGHS)

Mom, I know what you said.

I thought this time I had

finally found a reliable

babysitter.

Well, for crying out loud,

she looked like Aunt Bea.

Yes, I asked for references.

I can't miss work.

Mom, it's my first day back.

I have to open.

I can't lose this job!

Mom, I know you said

you didn't want to spend

the rest of your life

babysitting grandkids,

but I have nobody

else to call.

Mom, please?

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

Come on, Mom, I gotta go.

Look, the ad is still running,

so if anybody calls about it,

just set up an interview,

talk to them, just try

and give me a couple

to choose from, all right?

Ooh, you trust

my judgment that far?

Mom! Here.

There you go. Got her?

Okay, great! Thanks.

Hello, sweetie...

Pretty girl, yes.

Oh, I'm going to miss

you, sweetheart.

Look, I'll be back at

noon to nurse her.

And she felt a little warm

this morning, so can you

keep an eye on that?

And if, uh, she starts running

a fever, just be sure...

And go all to pieces.

Good heavens, Karen!

I have raised more

than a few kids to voting age.

Cut Granny some slack, okay?

Oh, Sophie, wanna say

goodbye to Mama?

Want to say, "Bye-bye, Mama"?

Come on, let's go say,

"Bye-bye, Mama."

(PHONE RINGING)

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

Williams. Yes, about the ad.

Yes? Yes, the job

is still open.

Newborn. Well, four weeks,

that's about as close

as you can get, right?

No, that's fine.

I have a map.

Now that's 10:30, yes?

Mmm, that's right.

Lang, Marcy Lang.

Yes. I'll see you

then, Mrs. Benson.

(GROWLING)

Such a pretty boy.

Oh, my Karen makes pretty

kids, there's no denying that.

The older one, Jessie?

(CHUCKLES) Jenny.

That's right, Jenny.

She's in the first grade now?

Yes, she'd be in no trouble.

She goes to school at 7:30

and doesn't get home until...

Oh, Marcy, these references!

I don't know if my Karen

can afford you.

Well, it's... It's really

not a matter of the money.

I love babies, children.

Babysitting gets me out

of the house for a few hours.

(PHONE RINGING)

Want to see

the nursery, Marcy?

Oh, I need to get that.

Would you mind holding her?

Not at all. I'd love to.

Williams. Yeah. Uh-huh.

That's right. Full time,

three kids.

I think the job may be taken,

but hold on a minute.

I'll write that

down for Karen.

Uh-huh? Yeah.

Uh-huh?

KEVIN: Come on,

you'll like it.

We helped Mom pick it up.

Yeah.

Uh-huh. Okay. Right.

All right.

We have a lot of new

things for the baby.

She put my pictures

on all the walls.

I think I'll give Sophie

all my dinosaurs.

Marcy, are you coming?

All right. All right, Lewis.

I'll have her call you.

Yeah, okay, bye-bye.

(CAR DRIVING AWAY)

Kevin! Kevin, do

you have Sophie?

No, Gran. Marcy's got her.

(PHONE RINGING)

Diana?

Diana, could you get that?

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

Miranda's Pizza.

Hey, Karen, it's your mom.

Probably lost the TV remote.

Yeah, Mom.

Mom, call 911.

I'll be right there.

So did you tell her, or are

you going to make her suffer?

I have to go.

Hey, we open in half an hour.

I have to go.

What about the lunch cooks?

I can't cook. I don't even

know how to fire the ovens!

God, please let her be fine.

Please just let her

be there. Please!

MAN: Up along that fence.

Dig over there.

Karen, I'm so sorry.

I can't believe...

You can't know,

she was so nice...

(SOBBING)

I thought we'd struck gold.

What are they doing here?

I don't understand this.

I'm afraid it's standard

procedure in cases like

this, Mrs. Williams.

Cases like this?

What does that mean?

Why are these people

digging up my front yard?

Why aren't they out

looking for my baby?

We put an APB out on a woman

using the description

your mother gave us,

along with a description

of the car.

RUTH: I can't believe this.

I can't believe any of it.

She was so nice,

so well-dressed and so clean.

When the phone rang,

it was the most natural thing

in the world

to ask her to hold the baby.

You have to understand,

Mrs. Williams,

it's our experience

in cases like this that

the baby wasn't taken

by an outsider but

by a person who knew...

You just gave my baby

to a total stranger?

What?

Some woman you've never

seen before in your life?

No, but Karen, I told you.

She... She was so

clean and her smile,

Karen, she had

the loveliest smile...

Did you ever love her, Mom?

Did you ever love her?

Did you ever think of her as

one of your own grandchildren?

Like Jenny or Kevin?

I love Sophie!

Did you, Mom? You never...

Mrs. Williams,

if I could

just ask you a few questions.

I don't know anything.

Oh, God! How am I

going to tell David?

I can just tell you

the demographic spread.

The sheer numbers of people

we can reach who

have no access at all

to high-tech

medical procedures.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I'm sorry, ladies

and gentlemen,

I hate to interrupt.

David, there's a call for you.

Now? Just...

I think maybe you'll want

to take it. Now.

I'm sorry.

Just excuse me a moment.

Why didn't you

tell me about this?

Why didn't you trust me?

Let go of me, Kurt.

David. David,

what do you call this?

You call this

making a decision?

The receptionist?

Karen Williams?

You're going to wreck

your life and everything

we've built together

for a receptionist?

That's why she quit.

Because you

knocked her up.

Great! Good

thinking all around.

I ought to take you to...

You're my boss, Kurt.

You do what you have to do.

I'm not your boss.

I'm your friend!

That's what kills me.

You stonewall me

for months,

then you drop a bomb like this

Karen Williams thing.

Karen Williams thing?

Some weirdo kidnapped

my baby, you get it?

She stole my little girl.

Why didn't Anne tell me

about this situation?

Why did you guys

shut me out like this?

Because Anne doesn't

know yet.

And you're going to go

public with this?

I beg you, buddy.

Don't, David. Think!

When people find out

about this little

love nest of yours,

you're through!

You're not going

to look good no matter

how you handle this.

You said you were at work

when the baby was taken.

Can anyone substantiate that?

The airport lead

didn't pan out.

I'm sorry, what?

You said you were at work

when the baby was taken.

Can anyone substantiate that?

You know, I don't understand.

My mother told the police

exactly what happened.

I have told you

everything I know.

What are you people

still doing here?

Why don't you go out

and find my baby?

David.

I'm sorry,

I should have been here.

Ah! Enter the boyfriend.

Who are you?

DePaul, FBI.

What are you doing

to find Sophie?

All we can,

Mr. uh, Anderson.

Mr. Anderson,

what does your wife

think about

your little arrangement

with the...

What the hell does that

have to do with anything?

My wife...

Is also a possible suspect.

That's crazy.

She doesn't know

anything about us.

She doesn't!

I mean, one of the reasons

I moved here

when I first got pregnant

was to keep things private.

Private. Uh-huh.

Maybe your wife wanted

you to believe that

she was in the dark.

Did you ever think about that?

That's ridiculous.

There's not a deceitful

bone in the woman's body.

You mean to stand there

and tell me that the thought

never crossed

either one of your minds

that she was the one

who did this?

Hey, Hudson,

someone kick your dog?

Something wrong?

No, uh...

Bianca had the baby.

A baby! Well, all right,

Air Force, all right!

(ALL TALKING EXCITEDLY)

Boy or girl?

Uh, she had a girl.

You're sure?

Now, now that's fantastic!

Boys ain't worth spit.

Aren't we proof of that, huh?

(ALL LAUGHING)

How's Bianca doing?

Er, she's fine.

A little tired

and glad to be home, I guess.

Oh, well, wait a sec.

She had a baby today and they

already let her go home?

Well, that's what she said.

Uh, she's always been

a very strong woman.

I guess so.

Did the hospital give

her a bed,

or just a bullet with

directions to

the nearest bush?

(ALL LAUGHING)

She said her water

broke at work and that's

all I know, so...

I guess I got to go home.

Thanks.

ALL: Congratulations!

Someone win the lottery?

Bianca had a baby.

A little girl.

That is one

tough cookie.

Bianca!

Bianca.

Bianca!

Don't you want to see

your baby girl,

Captain Hudson?

(BABY CRYING)

She has my mother's eyes.

You don't have to go

through with this.

Look at you!

Look what it's doing to you.

You heard Lieutenant Thompson.

He said that

sometimes this is...

I don't give a damn what

Lieutenant Thompson

says, or DePaul.

He's a sanctimonious bastard.

He doesn't give

a damn about Sophie.

Or you. Or me. Or Anne.

I've got to protect

her too, somehow.

(SCOFFS)

Yeah, I guess she

took it pretty hard.

Hard isn't the word for it.

How do you think she took it?

Well, I guess right now,

I don't really care.

You don't want me to go on TV

because you're afraid

I'm going to use your name.

Is that it? Is that

what you're trying to tell me?

Karen, it's time.

I know this is

a tough one, Karen.

I know it's the last thing

you want to do.

Open your heart to

every Tom, Dick or Harry

with a TV.

But honey, I got to tell you,

unless we get your

story out there,

unless we flood the state

with Sophie's picture

and your grief...

We're bucking

long odds as it is.

JOURNALIST 1: Here she comes.

Get pictures.

JOURNALISTS: Karen, Karen!

JOURNALIST 2: Karen,

who took your baby?

Do you know this woman?

(CLAMORING)

You can do it, Karen.

Yesterday morning, a woman,

she said her name

was, uh, Marcy Lang.

This woman came into my home

and stole my little girl,

my Sophie Louise.

She just took her!

(SOBBING)

I don't want to

hurt this woman,

I just want Sophie back.

I just want my daughter back.

No, it's too round.

It's too round.

The jawline was, uh, sharper.

Uh, I think

the eyes were deeper.

No, no. Maybe, maybe, uh,

wider, you know, because

the nose was broader.

I said broader. Can't you

understand broader?

We've been at this for hours

and all you've

come up with is some

kind of street punk.

I... I wanna go home.

Karen needs me and I need

to be doing something real.

DePAUL: Do you love your

children, Ms. Williams?

What do you mean,

do I love my children?

What kind of

a question is that?

A straight and forward kind.

What do we have here?

A young unmarried woman,

two kids. A dead-end job.

Married lover making

no real effort to divorce

his wife and lighten the load.

Wham-bam, you get

pregnant and lover boy

still drags his heels.

Why are you doing this to me?

You know, that's exactly

what Mrs. Anderson said

when we questioned her.

Thought she was going to

take off lover boy's head

when he finally let her

know what was up.

But, uh, when

the smoke settled,

she was crying in

his arms and he

was telling her

how sorry he was

and how everything was

going to be all right.

Some guy out there,

real lady killer.

So, uh, maybe you're in

a post-holiday slump,

maybe, uh, you take

a good look in the mirror

and you don't like

what you see,

maybe, uh... Maybe you don't

see any other way out.

Is that how it happened?

You can tell me, Karen.

I just want to help you.

What did you do

with the baby, Karen?

Are you crazy?

I didn't do anything.

Tell me where you

hid the body.

You tell me and I'll try...

I didn't do anything!

God, I love my baby.

I would never do

anything to hurt her!

My God! Why are you

doing this to me?

(BABY CRYING)

I slept like the dead

(CHUCKLING).

How long have you been up?

(BABY CRYING)

She's awfully cry-ey.

That's what babies do.

All the time?

She hasn't cried

all the time.

She has been ever

since I got home.

What's that?

It's where they cut

the umbilical cord.

Don't touch it.

They get infected easily.

She's so tiny, I'm surprised

they let you bring

her home so soon.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means I'm surprised

that you brought her

home so soon.

You okay?

You're acting kind of funny.

What's the matter, hmm?

Ah, I just had a baby.

I've been up all night.

I'm sleepy, that's all.

You know, I know

you're a strong woman

and everything,

but, um, maybe

you came home from

the hospital too soon.

I'm fine. How many times

do I have to say it?

All over the world

women have babies in fields.

In the US they turn it into

a three-room circus.

Look, I'm going to shower

and try to wake myself up.

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)

Oh, sweetheart. Come on.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

(SINGING LULLABY)

(BABY CRYING)

(PHONE RINGING)

RUSSELL: Congratulations,

Daddy! How's the bambina?

Well, she's got lungs.

Yeah, lungs come standard.

Hey, look, Cal.

It's an Academy tradition

to bring dinner over

for a week

when one of the faculty

members has a baby.

So, uh, tell me,

when do we bring over

the meatloaf and peas?

Why don't you

come on over today?

Tell him no.

Uh, guess today's

not a real good time.

Bianca's exhausted.

That's the reason for

the tradition, Captain.

Whoa!

Another country heard from.

Not today, hang up.

Yeah, well, today

is definitely...

Today is definitely

not a good day.

Uh, Bianca's really had it.

I think she came home

from the hospital too soon.

Mount Hamilton.

Mount Hamilton?

Oh, right. She went townie.

Well, she went into labor

in her office. You know,

it was the closest place.

Cal, get off!

Who's the doctor?

The doctor's name was Robards.

I don't know... Look, I gotta

get off the phone,

I gotta help her out, okay?

All right. Okay.

All right, bye.

Well?

Sounds like Cal's got his

hands full over there.

Cal? Isn't that

just like a man!

Damn!

Don't you start.

French toast is your favorite.

Oh, no. I meant to

ask Cal more details

about the birth.

I want to put an

announcement up at

the office.

Then what happened, Davy?

Little Karen get knocked up?

Maybe on purpose.

Maybe put

a little squeeze play on,

or maybe she's threatened

to blow things for you.

Wife, job, life.

Maybe you decided

one more kid

is one more kid too many.

You decided little Sophie

is more trouble

than she's worth.

OFFICER: Come on, guy,

take it easy, would you?

Come on!

Hey! Stop it!

I didn't kill Sophie,

you son of a bitch!

I didn't kill her.

Take him home,

Mrs. Williams.

I'll be in touch. Believe it.

(CLAMORING)

I can't take much

more of this.

Then maybe you should go home.

What?

I can't hold you

together right now.

I can't think about you.

All I can think about

or care about

right now is Sophie.

What are you saying to me?

I'm saying that DePaul

ate me alive too.

I'm saying that right now

I'm close to breaking

and I need somebody

to be strong for me.

To be really here for me.

And I just don't think

that you can do that.

Karen. Please don't turn

away from me now.

If you need your hand held,

go home to your wife.

I'm tapped out.

Mrs. Williams, why

did you do it?

MAN: What did you do

with the body?

MAN: Karen,

have you been charged yet?

Still nothing?

Nothing. Sorry.

(SIGHS)

I don't get it.

I mean, if it's not

the ransom, then what?

I mean, what can you

do with a baby except to...

They mean to keep her,

don't they?

I mean, am I ever

going to see Sophie again?

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

WOMAN: Is this

Karen Williams?

Yes, this is Karen.

Well, I think you should

know that God is punishing

you for your whoring.

He took your child because

she was born in sin

and her mother is a...

Don't let it get to you.

Stuff like this brings

all kinds out from

under their rocks.

Karen?

I'm okay. I am.

I just can't sit around

here anymore.

I've got to do

something to find her.

Honey, there's not

much more you can do.

It's the kidnapper's call.

MAN: Lieutenant Thompson?

We need you outside, sir.

Look, Mama, look. It's magic.

You can make stuff

disappear with it.

Lieutenant Thompson

gave it to us.

Don't you understand?

Don't you get it?

Your little sister is gone!

Maybe dead!

Don't you understand that?

(SIGHS)

It's all my fault.

I let her take Sophie.

Oh, no, sweetheart, no.

It's not your fault.

Come here.

Come here, sweetheart.

I know you love Sophie.

That you guys would do

anything to help her.

And I've never blamed you

for any of this, okay?

Please, you mustn't think

that, okay?

We're going to get

through this.

We just got

to stick together. Okay?

Be strong for each other.

Right?

(CROWD MURMURING)

MAN 1: She's coming up.

MAN 2: Can you give me

your list of suspects?

MAN 1: Karen, did an attorney

help you make the statement?

Um...

I called this press conference

because I know the only way

to get Sophie back

is to get her face out

across the country.

That way someone

will have to see her and...

The police said the first

hours are very crucial.

Well, Sophie's been gone

over 24 and I know that

if I'm going to find her,

I have to...

Karen, certain sources

have indicated

that you could be responsible

for the disappearance

of Sophie.

That in fact you

and your lover have...

All right, that's it!

Stop it!

You just stop it right there.

Everything off!

Turn everything off. Now!

I want you out of my house.

You haven't answered my...

You can walk

or you can crawl.

Are you threatening me?

I said get out.

Now the rest of you

can just listen.

I need to use you

to bring my baby home.

And if you get a

story, a byline,

a prize-winning

photograph out of it,

I don't really care.

That's fine.

But from now on,

I am using you

and I will not be treated

like a criminal.

Is that clear?

The baby was delivered

on the 19th.

Doctor's name was Robards,

Dr. Robards.

I guess there's some mistake.

Yeah. Sorry to bother you.

(EXHALES) That was

the craziest thing.

The nurse says that there's

no record of any Hudson baby

being delivered

at Mount Hamilton

and that Dr. Robards

wasn't even on duty Friday.

You know what I think?

I think she had

the baby at home.

Don't give me that look,

it's the latest thing.

Not as far as I'm concerned.

You know, Russell.

If she did have that

baby at home,

somebody better go over

there and make sure she

and the baby are all right.

Cal sure wouldn't

know what to look for.

(SIGHING) Baby did sound

pretty fussy when I talked

to him on the phone.

All right. Tomorrow.

I want these

out at the airport.

Could you put these

along Concord?

Run these up to Cupertino.

Karen, Channel 4 is at

2:30. And did you connect with

the public access channel?

Too much! Look at

this place. It's like

a war room in a movie.

KAREN: Excuse me,

do you have a minute?

Are you the regular

delivery man?

Uh-huh.

Have you seen anybody

that looks like this

woman on your route?

She'd be a new customer.

No. Mmm-mmm.

I'm cold.

I want to go home.

I know, sweetheart,

we just have

one more row, okay?

Actually, Mom, could you

take them home for me?

Okay.

I wanna stay.

I know, sweetheart.

Please go home with

Grandma, okay?

Thanks, Mom.

Hey.

All right, so...

(DOOR OPENING)

Anything?

Karen?

Karen.

(SIGHS)

I'm losing my milk, Mom.

And even when

we find Sophie, I won't

be able to nurse her.

She's even stolen

that from me.

I know you always wanted

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