Rosemary's Baby (2014): Season 1, Episode 1 - Night One - full transcript

It's... an... anagram.

- God!
- Nena.

Nena.

Nena, listen to...

Nena, please. Open the door, Nena.

Nothing but lies!

Open the door!

You betrayed me!

- You sold me!
- Open the door.

My baby, my baby.

Please, we have to talk.



Nena!

Nena!

Nena!

No... Don't!

No!

Wow.

So, how have you been feeling?

I'm good.

Anxious, but good.

- Has it been four months?
- Mm-hmm.

Yep.

We found out she was pregnant...

I think it was the
all-star game, right?

And now, we're
through the playoffs.



- Yeah, that's four months.
- Knicks fan?

Nets.

Mm. That's too bad.

But we're happy.

We've been planning
this for a long time.

A long time.

Everything okay?

Give me one second, okay?

Okay.

Hey.

Hey, it's fine.

Okay.

I'm sure there's just something
wrong with the machine, that's all.

What if there's
something wrong with me?

- Hey, Rosemary, no.
- I can feel it.

Okay.

- Hi, there.
- Hi.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, we're just checking.

I can't find a heartbeat.

I'm so sorry.

I got you.

Taxi!

You have arrived at
your destination.

Excuse me, monsieur, I'm
looking for Rue de la Buch...

Thank you for confirming
the stereotype.

Pardon.

- Bonjour.
- Bonjour.

Je suis perdu.

Je suis americaine, of course.

Can you please help
me find this street?

No, no, no, no, no.
Pardon, pardon, pardon.

You cross the street...

- On your right.
- No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

Thank you.

- Oui, oui.
- Okay.

Thank you.

Julie.

Hey! Oh, my...

Hi.

Hello. Oh.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay. It's okay.

I don't ever want
to hear those words.

- All right?
- Okay.

- Thank you.
- For what?

Guy would've never gotten
his job if it wasn't for you.

One year in Paris,
Julie... Oh, my God...

At the Sorbonne too.

Listen, all I did was put his
C.V. at the top of the pile.

He's pretty impressive
all on his own.

Yes, he is.

By the way, you
won't be thanking me

once you see what they
consider faculty housing.

- No, we saw it. It's fine.
- Yeah?

Actually, it's perfect.

- It's exactly what we need.
- Okay.

- Yes.
- Merci.

- Do you want to walk?
- Yes!

Oh, good.

So how's Guy's novel going?

Every time I check, he's one
revision away from "the end."

There's a publisher interested,
so he's trying to finish.

- That's fantastic.
- Yeah.

And what about you?

- I'm coping.
- Yeah?

Yeah, Guy doesn't want me to
work, at least not immediately.

He's so sweet.

He says he wants to be the one

to wear the pants in
the family for a while.

Well, you've supported him
all these years as a dancer.

- That's not easy.
- Yeah.

And he should return the favor and
make the big bucks for a change.

Yes.

But I encourage him because
I believe in his writing.

I'm just so happy that you're here.

I want to take care of you.

Oh, you know what we should do?

What?

Take cooking classes?

- Yes.
- Yes?

Oh, my God, I've been
dreaming to do that

ever since we found out
we were coming to Paris.

- Yes! Yes!
- It's done.

- I'm making all the arrangements.
- Oh, God.

We perfect a couple of gourmet
dishes, then make it for Guy.

And get him off his obsession
with macaroni and cheese.

- Hmm.
- Hmm?

I already did that. He's
been banned from them.

- Seriously?
- Mm-hmm.

How did you do that?

Pastrami sandwiches.

Yeah, we really need
these cooking classes.

Absolutely.

Can I?

Sure.

- He's perfect.
- Thank you.

Hey!

Stop him! Somebody stop him!

He has my purse!

He has my bag!

He took my bag!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

Oh...

Hey!

Thank God he's okay.

You can't kill a cockroach.

Thank you, sir. I got it.

Thank you. Thank you.

Wait a minute. This isn't my wal...

Oh, my God.

Let's see.

"Margaux Castevet."

This is your lucky day.

Madame.

Parlez-vous anglais?

- Oui. Yes.
- Great.

I have this wallet, and it
belongs to one of your tenants

by the name of Margaux Castevet.

Well, thank you.

I will make sure it
is returned to her.

I'd rather give this to her myself.

Looking for a reward.

No.

No, I'm not.

Can you please call her?

- Margaux Castevet.
- My ears are burning.

Are you looking for me, darling?

Yes.

Yes. I have your wallet.

Oh, my God.

I just spent the last
hour with the police.

A complete waste of time.

They had no hopes of returning it.

You're an absolute angel.

- No.
- American?

I love Americans.

You're so honest and open.

Everything can be seen on the face.

How did you find this?

I think we were robbed by
the same thief, actually.

Look.

I hope you beat him to a pulp.

You must take this
for your efforts.

No, no. I'm so sorry.

I just... I'm happy.

I'm happy that it's returned to
its rightful owner, that's all.

What's your name?

Rosemary. Rosemary Woodhouse.

- Rosemary?
- Yes.

An old-fashioned name.

I like it. Very feminine.

Thank you.

Where are you staying in Paris?

My husband... he's
teaching at the Sorbonne.

And we're staying at
the faculty housing.

Oh, my husband is on the
Sorbonne honorary board.

You must come join us at
our party here tonight.

I won't take no for an answer.

You will come with your husband.

I insist.

Okay.

Thank you.

- See you tonight.
- Yes. Au revoir.

Au revoir.

Nice to meet you.

What?

The drawers are full,
all the drawers are full.

And I still haven't
unpacked the second bag.

What about this?

Okay, good news.
I think I found the kitchen.

Oh, man.

Well, at least it happens to
be right next to the bedroom.

I guess that makes
breakfast in bed a cinch.

And I thought New York
apartments were small.

Hey, look at it this way.

At least it's only
for an entire year.

We'll take shifts then.

Mondays, Wednesdays, and
Fridays, I get the room.

Tuesdays, Thursdays, and
Saturdays, you get it.

And what about Sundays?

We stay in bed naked
all day together.

Ooh, can we make
it Sunday every day?

Oh, the lady whose
wallet I returned,

she invited us to come
to her party tonight.

Party? Wait.

I still cannot believe that you
went chasing after a purse snatcher.

That's crazy. You're crazy.

My passport was in the
bag. What did you expect?

Well, what do you think? Can
we go to the party tonight?

Wouldn't you rather just stay
here in our new palace and eat

a delicious bowl of
soupe poulet et nouilles?

Well, if you put it that way,

- how could I refuse?
- Oh, you like that?

You want to hear about what
I want to do with you later?

Yes.

What did you just say?

- Ooh.
- It sounded so sexy.

- You like it, yeah?
- Yeah.

Mm.

I said let's unpack the bags...

Mm-hmm.

And clean... the room.

That's it?

Yeah, that's it. What?

- Funny man.
- Hey, come back.

All right.

I should put in a couple
of hours on the book.

It's gotta be every day or nothing.

You expecting anybody?

Mr. and Mrs. Woodhouse?

Yes?

I'm here to take you to the party.

Um...

Voila.

This door?

- What?
- You're welcome.

What?

Are you kidding?
Look at these people.

We should put on aprons
and start serving them.

The waiters are better
dressed than we are.

Look at his suit.

Oh, Rosemary.

Margaux, hi.

- And you must be the husband.
- Guy.

- Yes.
- Hello.

Mwah.

- What a gentleman.
- Roman, come.

I want you to say
hello to my savior.

- Roman, this is...
- The fabulous Rosemary.

Of course it is. I've
heard your name all day.

- Nice to meet... Oh.
- How fabulous

to meet a real
superhero in the flesh.

Hmm.

And this is the man set to shake up

our English Department,
Guy Woodhouse.

- Wait, how did you...
- Roman.

When Margaux told me you
might come, I was thrilled.

I read your brilliant
submission paper

- on Fitzgerald.
- Seriously?

- Here we go.
- Now, I make no apologies

for being star-struck.

Excuse us, I'm afraid
I need to monopolize

your husband the whole evening.

I'm gonna show the French what
a real intellectual looks like.

- Yes. Okay.
- Um... Are you...

- Come on.
- Bye.

Over here is someone you must meet.

- I'm sorry, my husband...
- No, your home is beautiful.

- Margaux.
- Yes.

- Thank you for inviting us.
- I'll be right back.

Okay.

Yes?

- A petit-four?
- No thank you.

Oh! Bonsoir!

Rosemary, there are no
wallflowers allowed at my parties.

You'll have to mingle.

Mm.

Everybody's just so fascinating.

I don't speak a word of French.

I feel like I...

Da, da, da, da. Come.

S'il vous plait.

In honor of my guest, Rosemary
Woodhouse, this night of festivities

will now be conducted
in English only.

- No, no, Margaux...
- Yes.

Of course.

Americans are known to
speak just one language.

And French are known to be

arrogant pricks.

I have been called much
worse, Madame Castevet.

- You've met wife, Sylvie.
- No.

- Enchante.
- Enchante.

And thank you for having us.

Such a beautiful home.

The secret to a lively party
is new and interesting guests.

It's you two I have
to thank for coming.

Rosemary, this is the man to
know if you're up to any mischief.

Commissioner Fontaine is
the head of police in Paris.

Oh. Nice to meet you, sir.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- Enchante.
- Rosemary.

Madame Castevet told me
your story with the thief.

You were brave, but very foolish.

I wish I had a hundred
more like you on the force.

Well, I promise I
will never do it again

if you can promise that I
won't ever, ever need to.

She's exceptional.

Shall we go?

Anything you need, you call me.

Thank you, sir.

Madame Veaulieu is
the chief designer

- of the House of Beauchamps.
- Hello, Rosemary.

- You look stunning.
- Thank you. You do too.

Xavier Exharos. Exharos Shipping.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- Rosemary.
- Oh, Rosemary, come.

Monsieur Wees is a master
of rare manuscripts.

He's a guiding force in the
preservation of the dead sea scrolls.

- Don't exaggerate.
- I'm not.

It's very nice to meet you, sir.

Oh.

Behave!

Yoshiro!

Akia Technologies.

Rosemary.

Can you tell me where the
ladies' room is, please?

Yes, down the hall and to the left

- next to the Goya.
- Thank you.

When they uncovered the mouth,
they restored the whole piece.

Turns out, he had a rather
self-satisfied grin...

What are you doing?

Oh.

Hey. You okay?

You're red. What's wrong?

No.

Can we go home? Now?

Yeah, of course.

Can we please go home?

Roman.

Thank you so much
for a lovely evening.

- You're not going yet.
- Yes.

This is Paris.

We're just getting started.

I know. We really
have to get going.

Come say good-bye to Margaux.

Okay.

Just two minutes. Come on.

Making a new friend,
as we all know,

is one of the sweetest
things in life.

And it happens to me
very rarely indeed.

So I hope that you,
Rosemary, and Guy,

will allow us to consider
you as new additions

to our little clan of misfits.

And as a small token
of our friendship,

we'd like to present
you with a small gift.

Margaux.

Oh.

They say one life is not enough

to fully enjoy the
pleasures of this world.

We'd like to offer you nine more.

What kind of people get complete
strangers an animal for a gift?

That's not a gift.
It's an obligation.

I think she's beautiful.

What should we name her?

Name? No, no, no.

No name. We're not
keeping this cat, Ro.

- Oh, Guy.
- No.

Look at her face.

Look, there's hardly enough room
in here for the two of us as it is.

And I don't think the university is
gonna allow us to have cats anyway.

Come here. Come here.

What did you think of them?

Them?

- Yes.
- What did I think of them?

Uh... I don't know.

I don't want to speak ill of
my fellow clansmen, with a "C."

But...

Roman... I think he's
maybe one of the most

arrogant, obnoxious people
I've ever met in my entire life.

And that's just the
stuff I liked about him.

Definitely doesn't
lack in confidence.

Baby, can you help me?

Yeah. Well...

He's got enough ego for the
both of us and the cat.

Mm, mm.

He would make a good
character though.

He would, right?

- You should put him in your book.
- Yeah.

But then, I would have
to see him again, so no.

- I like Margaux.
- Hey...

What got you so hot and
bothered in there tonight?

You want to talk about it or do you
want to do something about it?

Ooh. Um...

That's a good question.

I think...

I think I'd talk about it.

What do you think?

Oh.

We have a friend.

Oh. Honey...

You're not gonna give up, are you?

She was meant for us.

You really love her.

I do. I do.

Okay.

Guy? Guy, wake up.

There's smoke.

My God. Okay. Wait here.

- Be careful.
- I got it.

Aah!

- Aah! Guy!
- Aah! Aah!

Shh...

Huh? I don't speak French.

No animals allowed in the hospital.

- No, I know.
- If you want to wait,

- the animal has to go outside.
- No, please.

Listen, my husband, he's
in the burn unit, okay?

And it's very cold outside.
I can't put this cat...

Then I'm going to ask
both of you to leave.

- No, please.
- Excusez-moi.

We came as soon as we heard.

- Is he hurt badly?
- I don't know.

They haven't told me anything.

What are you doing here? How
did you find out that I was here?

Commissioner Fontaine
said the police

responded to an accident
at your residence.

We wanted to make
sure you were okay.

I'm fine.

It's Guy.

There must have
been a short circuit

with our hot plate, and
everything caught on fire.

And Guy was burned.

Oh, don't worry.

We're here now.

I've already started
a prayer for him.

I don't like bullies.

She's gone to get us some coffee.

- And the cat stays.
- It's okay, baby.

Thank you.

Did you hear that, baby?

No Name, she saved us.

She was the one that woke us up.

- You named her "No Name"?
- Guy did.

That's quite the
imagination for a writer.

Mrs. Woodhouse.

Yes, doctor. Thank you so much.

How is he?

From the description of the accident,
I expected much greater trauma.

Your husband suffered
second degree burns,

but he seems to have
escaped any permanent damage.

He should be released
within the hour.

Okay. Merci.

Oh...

It's okay. It's okay.

- Hey.
- Oh.

He's gonna be fine.

They're gonna release
him in an hour.

Oh, thank God.

These are... these
are our new friends.

- Margaux and Roman.
- Hi.

- This is Julie.
- How do you do, Julie?

Hi.

So, where are you
going to live now?

You obviously can't
go back to that place.

I haven't had a second
to think about that.

You can stay with me. I've
got a sofa and an air bed.

You'll be fine.

We have an empty
apartment at La Chimere.

No.

I don't think you realize how much
an English professor makes in a month.

But we couldn't even
afford your building

- for a weekend.
- We own it.

We charge whatever we want.

It's just sitting there
empty waiting to be burgled.

Really, you'd be doing us a favor.

You can pay the same rent you
pay now, and we'd be in profit.

It's a win-win.

That's insane.

Julie...

What she means is it's
very generous of you.

Yeah. That's what I meant.

Ahh!

Closets.

- Guy!
- Yeah?

You're not gonna believe this.

- What?
- This is unexpected.

Are you...

Ro, look at this.

It's a perfect fit.

Look, there's more.

This... this all can't be for us.

Well, it's either that
or the last tenants

were exactly the same size.

Guy.

These clothes are brand-new.

They all the tags on them.

Ooh.

That's creepy.

Well, yeah.

But, I mean, you could try
it on just once for kicks.

- I'm kidding, sort of.
- No.

- Not at all.
- Seriously.

I know.

I know that this was done
with the best of intentions,

but it's too much.

Ro, look.

It's temporary, okay?

I promise. We won't have
to take anything from them.

From now on, we eat our food,
we wear our own clothes,

and then if I sell my book...

When you sell your book.

We get our own place.

Yes.

Mwah. Okay.

All right.

It's slick.

Don't get lost in here.

Look who's excited to see you.

It's great

seeing how many times I can
write the same paragraph.

- Hmm, let me see.
- No.

It's nothing.

Baby, you're putting too
much pressure on yourself.

Or not enough.

This starving artist
thing is getting old, Ro.

It's about time I started
taking care of our family.

You do take care of us.

- Us.
- Yeah.

Aah!

- Hey.
- Sorry I'm late.

- How are you?
- I'm good.

- Good.
- Is this where you work?

I know. Amazing.

- I'm so lucky.
- Julie, it's beautiful.

So how's it going at La Chimere?

Oh...

I hear Mick Jagger
has an apartment.

Or is it David Bowie?

I haven't seen either one of them.

Though I wouldn't mind to
bump into them in the elevator.

Did Guy tell you I put
him up for a new job?

- No.
- Yeah, the post just opened up.

What's the position?

Oh, head of the English
Literature Department.

Yeah, it'd be a lot more
money, plus the prestige.

Well, Guy doesn't
care about the money.

He just wants to finish the book.

He's had a really hard time.

I think ever since the miscarriage,
he's had writer's block.

He just needs a new muse.

Oh, don't worry, honey.

Your husband never
had a wandering eye.

Not after he met you.

You're sweet.

Ooh. That's Guy's main competition.

Professor Hildegard Bishop.

Mm. Sounds so severe.

Oh, yeah. She's an uptight prig.

Very well published though.

Sorry.

Uh...

Where do you want to eat?

Cafeteria or my office?

Oh!

Back so soon?

Yes, I didn't have
much on my list today.

Don't be afraid, Rosemary!

This is Emile, the
handyman for the building.

- What?
- Forgive his lack of eloquence.

He was born without a
tongue. It's my fault.

I haven't called for
a handyman, Margaux.

I know.

We had an issue with our fireplace.

And I thought we should check
yours while he was engaged.

- No, no.
- Oh, God.

C'est bizarre.

I know he's scary. Sorry.

Margaux, please.

You have to notify me before you
let anybody into my apartment.

I... This can be such a fright.

I'm sorry.

I thought my husband told
your husband yesterday.

Maybe Guy forgot to tell me.

I'm sorry.

So now we're both sorry.

Oh, God.

What's wrong?

I just have a really bad
headache after the scare.

Come.

Come with me.

Come.

Lie on the bed with
your head on that side,

- and your feet up there.
- Like this?

Mm-hmm.

Sorry.

I learned this in Tibet.

For all our hubris,

so much ignorance remains

in western healing.

Wait.

Don't move. Don't move, don't move.

Stay there.

Close your eyes.

Take a deep breath.

Hold it in your chest.

Now exhale.

Slowly.

It's gone.

Mm-hmm.

How did you...

How can I ever
repay you? Thank you.

You can wear one of the
dresses in your closet.

I spent a lot of time picking them.

Now you relax.

I'll let myself out.

There's no fireplace in this room.

Guy!

Can I offer you a ride?

Yeah, I speak like a writer.

I think like a writer, but I just
can't actually write my own words.

Ah.

Well, maybe this teaching
job's distracting you.

Maybe if I had a better
job or more money,

then I wouldn't have to
worry about it so much.

I'm never going to
be able to provide

my wife with the life
that she deserves.

Maybe we can help you.

Pierre.

The club, please.

Damn it.

What was he doing in here?

Come on. Come on. Uhh!

What were you hiding?

Damn it!

You want to know the secret?

- To what?
- To success.

- Yeah.
- In order to be a success,

everyone needs to find
two special people.

My first was Margaux.

She made me whole.

Yeah. That's what Rosemary does.

I know.

The other was my benefactor,
who made me who I am.

Your benefactor? Who's that?

Doesn't matter who mine was.

Yours will be a different person.

You have to find them.

You have to ask them.

They'll guide you and help
you realize all your dreams.

'Cause they are possible,
Guy. All of them.

And you deserve it, don't you?

I really do.

You really do.

Come on.

- Uh... Uhh!
- Ro?

- Are you okay?
- Can you help me with this?

- Help me move this.
- What is going on?

Look. There's a molding.

Behind the armoire,
there's a hidden door.

- Babe, come on.
- Just help me.

Okay, just stop.
Careful, all right?

Hey. Come here.

Okay, that's it, that's
it, that's it, that's good.

I told you.

It's just a closet
that they were hiding?

Ro?

Hey, Ro.

- Can I ask you something?
- What?

What were you talking
about with Roman yesterday?

What? When?

I saw you at the school.

I was there visiting Julie,
and I saw you and Roman.

- What were you guys talking about?
- Rosemary, you gotta stop.

You're acting paranoid, okay?

- Come on.
- You're right.

Come on. Help me clean this up.

What did you do?

Standing here.

Here.

It's the exact spot when
they took this picture.

Rosemary. You're obsessed.

What are you wearing?

- Guy...
- Okay, yes.

I know what I said, but I just...

I want to look good for
this interview. That's all.

Is that what you really want? To be
the head of the English Department?

It would almost
double my salary, Ro.

I know.

I just... I thought you
wanted to finish your novel.

Those who can't do teach, right?

Besides, I don't have a
publisher anymore, so...

What are you talking about?

They called yesterday.
They cancelled my contract.

What?

What happened?

- What did they say?
- I don't know.

I don't know what's
going on with me.

It's like my brain
is stuck in molasses.

It was never easy to write, but
it was always possible, you know?

No.

Every writer gets writer's block
at some point in their career.

It's temporary.

Yeah, well, the problem is that I
was counting on selling that book

for you and me, so
now this interview

has suddenly become a white-knuckle,
balls-in-a-vice type situation.

Oh, and Ro, I wouldn't mention
that picture to anybody.

Why?

You just... you went a little
nuts last night. That's all.

By the way, I like the new you.

I thought you liked the old me.

Well, I did. But this is better.

More confident. More manly.

Yeah. Hey, listen.

Do you think I
really have a chance?

You'd be perfect for the job.

You're a much better teacher.

She's tedious.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Sorry.

Hey.

Come here.

Mm. Baby.

How are you, hmm?

Shh, shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Credentials are impeccable.

Of course, your
publications are impressive.

But I wonder how they
will apply to the class?

After all, we must
engage the students,

not entertain them.

Grab their attention
and keep it, so to say.

I agree with everything you say.

Even though every
student is unique,

it is my responsibility
that each student reaches

their full potential.

The position is
head of the depart...

I think you'll find the...

salary is appropriate

for the job's responsibilities.

God!

Oh, my God.

Compress. Compress tight, okay?

- Call the police now!
- Call the police!

So, Dr. Carraro is
going to be okay.

I guess the scissors didn't
reach any vital organs.

That's good news.

Do you have any idea what happened?

No.

I never thought Professor Bishop
was capable of anything like that.

I mean, she wasn't so much fun,
but to have a psychotic break?

I guess you never really know what's
hidden inside somebody's heart.

Listen, I probably
shouldn't be saying this,

but this is good for you.

- Julie, don't.
- I mean it.

It's sick, but now you're the
best candidate for the job.

I can't think about what I stand
to gain from something like this.

- It's...
- Guy, stop it.

It's not your fault. You
had nothing to do with it.

She was bipolar, or
on drugs or whatever.

Guy, you okay?

I don't understand.

Do you know them? Are they missing?

No, I don't know
anything about them.

But you have suspicions
they were met with foul play.

Yes.

That's in our apartment.

You see, this is our bedroom.
That's where they took the picture.

It's morning. And they
do look very happy,

but every time I
look at the picture

and I see her eyes, I just
get a bad feeling, you know?

You have an entire life imagined for
them from this single snapshot.

Yes.

It's a little crazy, right?

I'm really sorry.

Did you talk to Madame Castevet?

She might know the whereabouts
of this mysterious couple.

She didn't want to talk about it.

Do you feel she was
hiding something?

You don't want to disparage
anyone without evidence.

You're a kind and loyal friend.

Let's check if there might
be any police activity

reported at your address.

Just a moment.

Hmm.

- I'm sorry.
- Nothing?

The woman in the picture is dead.

Her name was Nena Pascal.

Egyptian born, no family in France.

Preliminary report indicates
she jumped from the balcony

of her bedroom to her death.

My bedroom?

Her husband, Jacques,
confirmed her suicide.

Ah.

It appears that he missed an
appointment for questioning.

He's presently missing.

Thank you for bringing
this to my attention.

You should always listen
to your feelings, Rosemary.

Guy?

"Put on the dress."

Guy?

Surprise!

The belle of the ball has
arrived. The party can get started.

What a surprise.

Your lovely husband is the new head
of the English Literature Department

at the Sorbonne.

And I made the mistake of telling
Roman, so here we all are.

This was their idea.

Life is to be celebrated, particularly
when good things happen to good people.

So, raise your glasses,
ladies and gentlemen,

to the meteoric rise of
Professor Guy Woodhouse.

Cheers.

- Thank you.
- Cheers, baby.

Congratulations.

I hope this is everything
you wanted, baby.

Not exactly.

Come here.

When did...

Come here.

You don't know anyone
at all, do you, darling?

- No.
- Come.

What? What is it?

I think we should try again.

Try what?

I want to make a baby.

I know. I know.

- I know it's scary.
- Guy...

- I know.
- It may be too soon.

Don't you feel how different
everything is here though?

I do feel different.

They feel right. Things are happening
the way they were supposed to.

What if it's too soon?

Baby, I think we need to.

It's time.

Right?

Yeah?

Okay.

What's going on?

Let me guess.

- You're pregnant.
- No.

I swear to God, I didn't
say anything to her.

It's okay. But I'm...
We're gonna try.

- No, no.
- No, no, no, no, no.

Margaux, please. No more gifts.

I can't... can't bear it.

It's not a frivolous
thing, like a dress.

- This is serious.
- What is it?

It's a family heirloom filled with
tannis root from my greenhouse.

It's beautiful.

It's pungent.

It's actually quite powerful.

It's there to protect you and
the baby soon to be inside you.

Promise me you'll wear it.

I promise.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you, Margaux.

Aah!

What are you doing?

Writing my book.

It's 3:00 in the morning.

It's coming, Rosemary.

The words, all of it. It's coming.

It's like a spigot has opened up.

So you're not just falling.

He's pushing you off the building.

Yes. And it's very disturbing.

You know, maybe you should rethink
this whole getting pregnant thing.

Hmm? No.

What are you talking
about? I'm ready.

I've started charting my cycle.

I'm ovulating next week.

Yeah, but think about your dream.

I mean, it's so obvious.

You falling means you're anxious,
you're afraid of losing control.

And Guy pushing you
means exactly that.

I mean, what did he
pressure you into recently

at a party in front
of your new friends?

No.

I think I know what it's about.

A couple? I don't get it.

Is Guy pushing you into swinging?

Very funny.

This is Jacques and Nena.

They were the couple that lived
in our apartment before we did.

She died three months ago.

In the apartment.

She either jumped or she was pushed
off the balcony of our bedroom.

That's creepy.

Maybe my dream was
a sign, a message.

You think Guy is
trying to kill you.

Of course not.

Well, yeah. Of course not.

I just feel like
whatever that dream meant,

she had the answer, and I'll
never know because she's dead.

Oh, well, maybe you can
go and talk to her friends.

I don't know anything about her.
How would I know to find her friends?

Okay, look. You see this?

That's a symbol for
Coptic Christians.

- Coptic?
- Yeah.

There's only one
Coptic church in Paris.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Pardon.

Do you know her?

Follow me, please.

- Are you a friend of Nena's?
- No.

But I want to know more about her.

She died.

Three months ago.

Father, I'm trying to find out why.

I know why.

Nena was consorting with Satanists.

She lived in an unholy
place. La Chimere.

Wait, that's where I live.

La Chimere.

What do you know about its past?

I looked up its history online,

and it said that it
was built in the 1860s

and that it was exclusive
for the rich and famous.

Did the computer tell you
about the Trench sisters?

They lived there in 1933.

No. Were they famous?

Infamous.

They were cannibals.

They slaughtered countless men
and served them to their friends

before they were caught
and hanged for their crimes.

It's a horrible story.

It's not the only one.

Terrible things have
happened ever since

La Chimere rose from the ground.

- The building is cursed.
- Father...

Steven Marcato lived
there until 1986.

Who's Steven Marcato?

He was a Satanist,
maybe Satan himself.

- What is this?
- Fortune Magazine.

How do you think
he's so successful?

The Devil hides
behind his billions.

Why do you believe
he's this great evil?

I saw him in an alley
behind La Chimere.

He sacrificed a whore.

Marcato killed her
and ate her heart.

It says here he's the
founder of the Delphi Group

and he gives millions to charity.

The Devil who has many faces.

You never know what
shape it is going to take.

Steven Marcato one day,
someone else the next.

I've wasted too much of your time.

Thank you so much for...

You don't believe me!

Nena didn't believe me either,
and look what happened to her.

Take my advice.

Leave everything behind,
all your worldly possessions,

everyone you know, leave here!

Leave here and disappear
before they find you!

Well?

It's the best work
you've ever done.

It's wonderful.

- Really? Really?
- No.

No, these are not tears in my eyes.

I'm not moved by the story, or
your brilliant, magical words.

It was beautiful.

Thank God.

Roman really loved it too.

He said he's gonna take
it to his publisher.

You gave it to Roman?

Yeah. I mean, I had to.
If it weren't for him,

I wouldn't have written it, right?
He's practically my muse.

I've been replaced by a man.

Hey. I still think about
you in my private time.

Baby, I'm proud of you.

You finished this. You
did it all by yourself.

I'm gonna go call him.

Wait.

Wait!

Wait, stop!

Paul.

Did you see a man come
out of the elevator?

- No. No.
- Just now?

Really, there wasn't a man?

No. Anything wrong?

No.

Okay, so you, like,
you don't write poetry?

No, I did when I was your age.

But, you know...

That was a great paper by the way.

- Yeah, great work.
- Thank you.

Keep it up.

Well, ladies, make sure to do

- the reading for tomorrow.
- We will.

- Bye.
- Bye.

It feels good when
everything goes your way, huh?

Yeah, sure.

But, you know, pretty soon, it
will feel quite natural to you,

to always be on top.

It's addictive.

And you'll find yourself
doing anything to stay there.

Do you make a habit out of this,

just walking next to strangers,
talking total nonsense?

It's an art. The
seduction, you know.

All right, I'm sorry, man.
I don't have any money.

But nothing comes without
a price. You know that.

All right, I'm not having this
conversation with a total stranger.

Who are you?

I am you.

Wait.

Hey!

Professor.

Everything all right?

Who was that?

Oh, um,

a student.

Well, I have news.

They, uh, they read the book.

And, uh...

They loved it.

They'd like to meet today
if that's okay with you.

Come on.

- Commissioner?
- Hi.

What a surprise. Come in, come in.

Is there anything wrong?

I have something to ask you.

What did you do yesterday?

I had a class at La Toque Blanche,

and then after that,
I went to church.

Why?

Because I needed
spiritual guidance.

Father Tekem was found
hanged last night.

Now why did you go see him?

I wanted to ask him about Nena.

What did he say to you?

He said a lot of crazy things.

He said that cannibals
lived in this building

as well as Devil worshippers

and that he saw Steve
Marcato commit murder.

- Oh?
- Steve Marcato...

he's a... he's a billionaire.

He said he saw him eat
the heart of a prostitute.

I thought he was out
of his mind, so I left.

Steven Marcato? Look what comes up.

Many strange images.

Do you think it's a coincidence,

or do you think his death
has something to do with Nena?

I don't know.

But this is no purse
snatcher, Rosemary.

You need to let this go and
let the police do their jobs.

Be careful where
you place your trust.

I've never seen what
you're doing to that chicken

in any of my cooking classes.

Because I'm brewing medicine.

I see you're not
wearing the amulet.

I didn't feel like
wearing it today.

What is this medicine?

Fertility soup.

You drink it after it simmers

for 12 hours in the clay pot.

Does it taste good?

No. Terrible.

But it will make you
ready to have a baby.

I learned this from the Chinese.

I have a friend, Shui Fa,

she had to flee China after
the Communist Revolution.

She was desperate to have a child

with a man she was
forced to leave behind,

and only had three
days to conceive it.

This is the recipe she
used to make her fertile.

A recipe she still uses today.

Well, not for herself I'm assuming.

- She must be, what, in her 80s?
- Of course.

But my friends' secrets
are at your disposal.

What about your secrets, Margaux?

Why didn't you tell me about Nena?

How do you talk about the most
painful heartbreak of your life?

I loved Nena like the
daughter I never had.

I begged her to leave her husband.

He was a dark force...

who had a stranglehold on her soul.

I tried so many ways to help her
out of the trap I knew she was in.

I saw her the day before she died.

I still remember her smile.

She told me she was so happy.

She was walking on air.

I have no more secrets.

No. I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry I
doubted you and Roman.

It's just when I found out about
Nena, I thought that you...

You were too good to be true.

Rosemary, our friendship
is not about replacing Nena.

I care about you.

I just want you to
be happy and healthy.

I promise I will try
some of your stinky soup.

No.

You will finish every last drop.

This is horrible.

You want some?

No?

You're such a coward.

Oh, my God.

I hope you had dinner 'cause all I
have is Margaux's fertility soup.

Yeah, I know. I'm not hungry.

You okay?

Yeah.

I just don't know if I
just made a huge mistake.

What do you mean?

Guy?

I sold my book.

That's amazing!

Here, wait. I gotta show
you this. You ready? Look.

Look, look, look, look, look,
look, look, look, look, look.

Guy...

I don't think I've
ever seen so many zeros

in one check before.

Right? And that's just the advance.

Mwah. Go on.

Go get changed.

Put on some fancy clothes
because we are going out.

What is that taste?

That soup is bad.

I know. Okay.

- I'm gonna go brush my teeth.
- Go.

The things I won't do
for you and this baby.

What did you do about the shoes?

I had to take them
off. Yeah, well...

- At the opera?
- Yes.

Look at my husband.

Does he look happy to you?

You know, sometimes
success is hard to accept.

Wait until he has
a "problem" in bed.

Then you'll really have
to be a cheerleader.

Merci.

- Thank you.
- Merci.

Roman, let's walk.

I need to clear my
head from the wine.

Thanks.

I'm a little embarrassed to
admit I was jealous of you.

Of me?

You got to do in two weeks what
I couldn't do in two years.

You got Guy to finish his book.

He told me you were his muse.

I wish I had that kind of power.

You know, inspiration's a mystery.

You know what inspired Napoleon
to propose to Josephine?

That restaurant we were just
sitting in, the very booth.

For Guy, who knows? Maybe
it was the new apartment,

maybe it's the smell of your
sweet breath on his pillow.

No, it was you.

So thank you.

But I'm still jealous.

Are you cold?
I can call the driver.

- No, I'm fine.
- Are you sure?

Yeah.

Margaux!

Yes?

Let's get in the car.

No, don't be ridiculous.

We're three blocks away.

You okay?

Yeah.

I want what you promised.

Look.

Call me tomorrow, and
we'll sort everything out.

Everything will be fine.

No more lies.

Roman!

Hey!

Call for help!

Please...

Somebody help us!

Call for help!

- Somebody help us!
- Your phone!

- Give me your phone!
- Somebody help us!

Somebody!

Roman is strong.

And it's gonna take more
than a bullet to kill him.

- Bonsoir.
- Monsieur.

I hope you're here to
give me some good news.

Please tell me the man who shot my
husband suffered before he died.

Jacques Pascal is not
dead, Madame Castevet.

They are prepping
him for surgery now.

I'll talk to him the moment
he regains consciousness.

I would be curious to know why he
felt the need to shoot my husband.

Jacques Pascal and his wife
lived in the same apartment

where Mr. and Mrs.
Woodhouse are living now.

Oui.

His wife died three months ago.

The police told me it was suicide.

With what happened tonight,

I think we may have to
consider another theory.

Can I ask you a few questions?

Can you tell me exactly
what Jacques Pascal said

before he fired his weapon?

Um, I don't know what he said
because he was speaking in French.

And we were standing too far away.

But then he said in English
"I want what is mine."

No. "I want what was promised."

And then he said, "No more lies."

And then he shot Roman.

What promise could your
husband have broken?

C'est impossible.

Roman would never
break his promises.

Anything else you can remember?

Maybe you might have seen
him before tonight, or...

I've never seen that man in person.

No?

No. Never.

All right, if you think
of anything, let me know.

I wish your husband
a speedy recovery.

Merci, monsieur.

- Good night.
- Bonsoir.

I want to start a prayer.

Do you want us to come with you?

No, I must do this myself.

Are you sure you want to be alone?

If you have faith,
you are never alone.

No, no, no.

It cannot be. He's waking up.

Hold him, hold him!

I can't!

Mm.

I can only imagine how gruesome
I must look, my darling,

because you look terrible.

I was worried, mon amour, but now
I know you're going to be fine.

Mm-hmm.

Ah.

How you feeling, Roman?

Well, I feel pretty...

pretty good.

Oh.

Careful.

Oh, spoke... spoke too soon.

Thank you for coming.

They've been here
with me all night.

Hmm. You are true friends.

Well, it's the least we
can do for my benefactor.

Hmm.

What happened to...

my attacker?

We don't know.

Do you need us to get you anything?

Yes.

I need you to go home
and take my wife with you.

And this time, no walking.

You take the car.

We promise.

Bye.

You smell different.

Sorry.

I guess with all the excitement...

Something else.

I know what it is.

What?

You're ready.

You're ripe.

Guy, wake up.

- We have work to do.
- Oh.

Margaux, are you sure
you want to do this?

I'm exhausted.

And you must be too.

Go take a shower.

When you come out,
this will be ready.

I feel so warm inside.

Everywhere.

You look beautiful.

Guy, I want this to be

the most romantic,
perfect night of our lives.

No pressure, right?

I feel so strange.
I'm floating away.

Rosemary...

This isn't a dream.