01x05 - The Baby

Episode transcripts for the TV show "The Baby". Aired: April 24, 2022 - present.*
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Natasha's closest friends are all having babies and then her life takes an unexpected turn when she ends up with a baby of her own.
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01x05 - The Baby

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(heartbeat thumping)

(sloshing)

(clock ticking)

(dings)

Fred: She had no idea what was going on.

By the time they
get her to me,

she's frothing
at the mouth.

- Jack: Oh, Christ.
- Judy: Gosh, that glaze looks wonderful.

- How do you get that lovely color?
- Helen: Thank you.

I use molasses,
more than you think.

I always thicken it up
on the hob

before it goes
in the oven.

Fred:
So, now they call him Pavarotti.

- (operatic scream)
- (gasps)

(all laughing)

Fred's been making me
listen to opera.

He says it's good for baby.

Jack:
Really?

Babies are
like sponges...

even in the womb.

My job is to make sure

baby's only
absorbing goodness.

That's fascinating.

Quickly!
Give me your hand.

(soft chuckle)

There!

Did you feel it?

There it is.

(phone ringing)

Excuse me.

4-5-7-8, hello?

Hello?

- Wrong number.
- (hangs up phone)

Avery:
Sit down, son.

I'm afraid I've got
some sad news.

No point in dragging it out.

I'm dying.

Cancer of the bowel.

Your brother's had
some of his best people

working on it for a while.

I've a year left...
Maybe a little less.

- (phone ringing)
- (gasps)

Hello?

I can't believe I only
saw you four hours ago.

I miss you like crazy.

Hello, Heather.

Nour (on phone):
Have you packed?

Yes... we're just
in the middle of dinner.

I'll wait for you
on the corner. At 12.

I'm really looking
forward to it.

Nour:
I love you.

You too.

That was... Heather.

About the...
bake sale on Sunday.

I love you, Helen.

I love you, too.

(clicks off light)

You're repulsed by me.

I am not repulsed by you.

You chose
this neighborhood.

You chose this house.
You...

And you chose the curtains.

You chose the crockery.

You chose to work.

You chose this life...

with me.

We should have a baby.

Can't you say something,
for Christ's sake?

My father's dying.

(sobbing)

(sniffles)

- Jack...
- Please? Please, my love.

Please?

It'll help me sleep.

(unsettling music playing)

(sloshing)

(rain pattering)

(Jack snoring)

(thunder rumbling)

[♪ ♪]

(laughs)

You're late.

Sorry.

(birds chirping)

[♪ ♪]

(tires screech)

(birds cawing)

Helen: Jack doesn't
know this place exists.

I inherited it
from a maiden aunt.

"Maiden aunt"?

Miss Lizzie Eaves.

(both chuckle)

Raging lesbian, of course.

(both laughing)

- Woo!
- Ah!

(laughing, whooping)

And we have...

- Hey! Free electricity.
- (cheering)

Electricity!

- Mikey: Did we steal it?
- (lively music playing)

- (indistinct chatter)
- (cheering)

Glodean, how am I meant
to get them to sleep now?

- Come on. Night, Auntie.
- Thank you.

Come on, little man.

(all saying good night)

Free electricity! Free
electricity! Free electricity!

Mm-hm, mm-hm.
Yeah, that's it.

Yeah, I made it
with a kick, babe.

- You did?
- Hm.

- So, what? Is this just for me?
- Just for you.

All right, get a room.

(laughing)

This is it.

You see, I thought
you forgot about us.

Impossible.

You all know Helen.

Hello.

Hi.

Um, to say thank you...
for... letting me stay.

Thanks, that was
very nice of you.

This ain't just some hotel she could
have a holiday away from her rich husband.

It's not a holiday.

Why do you always go
with white girls, Nour?

- Excuse me?
- Does it make you feel good?

- Come on, Lin.
- Lin: To think about her husband?

Or maybe... it's 'cause you
want everything that he's got.

A nice little house,
a nice little wife.

And a pair
of pretty little kids.

- Nice to see you, Helen.
- f*ck you, Lin.

All right, enough.

If you need to stay, you stay.

Helen:
Was that true?

What?

Helen:
That you want kids.

Nour:
I mean... yeah.

I want a family...
one day.

Why?

(sighs)

I don't know.

Mm...

I thought Lin
would be all right.

I didn't think it would
be this complicated.

It's family.

Family's complicated.

(sloshes)

- Oh.
- Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

(sighs)
"Morning, Heather."

"Morning, Helen.
How was your weekend?"

"Lovely, thank you.

My d*ke girlfriend f*cked me
cross-eyed, how was yours?"

- Helen!
- Heather!

- Could I have a quick word?
- Of course.

We've been made aware of
your change in circumstances.

- I don't know what you mean.
- (Heather chuckles)

Jack told you, didn't he?

Uh...

I really need this job.

Honestly...
what did you expect?

This is a family library, Helen.

(Heather's voice muffled)

(retches)

(breathing heavily)

Soon as mine found out
I was with Lin,

he decided
he wanted full custody.

(cuts hair)

Sent a social worker around
last week to interview the kids.

Worried for their...
"psycho sexual development."

Mikey's not mine,
he's Lin's ex's.

Where's she?

Prison.

What did she do?

Defended herself.

(upbeat music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

[♪ ♪]

- You ready?
- Mm-hm.

("Al Zman Saib" by
Fadoul playing) - (cheering)

Ooh!

You're goin', hon.

You look good.

(cheering)

[♪ ♪]

[♪ ♪]

(light music playing)

(heavy breathing)

(banging on door)

Police Officer (yells):
Police!

Police!

Police! Police!

We're looking for
a missing person!

Yeah, we're all
missing people in here!

(bangs on door) - Officer:
Think you're funny, do ya?!

Why don't you tell us
who you're looking for,

and then we can tell you if
we've seen them. How 'bout that?

(urinating) - Officer: A woman
went missing six weeks ago!

We've had a report she's
been seen in the area.

Name of Helen McGregor,
early 30s, long brown hair.

Husband said she has
something that belongs to him.

Glodean: Nah, no one
fittin' that description here.

Officer:
Well, we'll see about that!

f*ck!

Go on! Piss off!

- (bottles shattering)
- Get out of here!

You got piss on you!

(door opens)

I'm pregnant.

Nour:
So how long have you known?

A while.

I thought you weren't
sleeping with him.

So...

we could go to Liverpool.

Lay low there for a while.

Rochelle will have
a room for us...

and the baby.

(phone ringing)

Receptionist: Good morning,
High gate Women's Clinic.

Doctor:
Helen McGregor?

Receptionist:
Are you staying overnight?

I'll pick you up
in the morning.

Okay.

(typing)

(door shuts)

(sloshing)

Fred (whispering): Blood
pressure's a little, little high,

but, uh, not alarming.

It's her mental state
we need to worry about.

Jack (whispering): Oh, thank god
you put a call out to the hospitals.

Fred:
Oh, it's a great network.

Good people.

Jack:
Thank god we got her in time.

(opera music playing)

I just want my family back.

Most important thing
is that she stays calm.

If she works herself up
with the stress,

it could affect the baby.

Jack: I can't stop thinking
about what she was exposed to.

Fred: They won't know
to look for her here.

You can stay with us...
until you find a new place.

Jack:
She's waking up.

Helen?

You're safe now, darling.

And, and so is the baby.

Everything's gonna be fine.

[♪ ♪]

I've been so worried.

T-Toilet.

Yes, yes. Toilet.

Okay, um.

All right, here we go.

Nice and slow there,
and up we go.

(crying)


(latch rattling)

Jack:
Helen... are you all right?

I'm fine!

(grunts)

(glass clinking, shattering)

(yelling)
No!

- Come on! It's okay! You're okay.
- Fred: All right.

(Helen yelling)

(yelling)
No! No!

- (yelling)
- (grunting)

- Helen, you're okay!
- Yeah.

- Okay... Very good.
- No!

There we are.

(opera continues)

(opera continues)

(indistinct)

(shouting): Help!

(crying)

Help!

Jack:
Well done, darling.

Y-You're, you're
doing brilliantly.

Don't stop.
He's nearly here.

(opera continues)

(sloshing)

- (heartbeat thumping)
- (muffled voices)

[♪ ♪]

Jack: One final push!

(baby crying)

- Mummy!
- Judy: Oh! A boy.

(baby crying)

Jack:
My boy!

Good morning, Mummy.

(lullaby music playing)

We're happy to see you.

(baby whining)

Would you like
to say good morning?

- (door opens)
- Darling?

- (baby crying)
- (indistinct chatter)

Avery:
My boy!

My handsome little boy.

(baby crying)

(whistles blowing)

Where is she?
Where is she?!

Tell me!

She's sick.

You made her sick.

And we brought her home
to get better...

and have the baby.

You're evil.

You're f*cking evil.

Damn... you.

Damn your father,
damn your whole line.

May you never know
a day's happiness.

And may your children
be loveless and homeless.

And may you die like a dog
choking on your own shame.

(gasping)

We know where you live.

We know you've
got kids in there.

I'd be very careful
if I were you.

(baby crying)

Hi, shh. Hi, it's okay.

(shushing)
Good, there you go.

(baby crying)

Let's try nursing today.

You're full of milk.
You must be sore.

It'll help ease the pressure
if you feed.

My little one loves it.

Come on, now.
It'll help with your mood.

(baby crying)

You have to at least hold him.

(lullaby music continues)

There you go.

That's not so bad.

(cooing)

Get him off me.

(yells):
Get him off me!

(baby crying)

Judy: You're a monster.

(baby crying)

We're going to
Dad's funeral now.

Judy's gonna stay
with you and the baby.

We'll only be an hour.

I'm hungry.

You're hungry?

Judy, c-can we get
some breakfast?

I'm sorry about
your father, Jack.

He was a good man.

Thank you.

(baby whines)

Jack:
We'll talk when I get back.

Okay?

She seems so
much better today.

Just... try and keep her
in good spirits.

(crying)

Judy?

It's my sister's
birthday today.

I'd like to call her.

Haven't spoken
to her in so long.

Please?

(dial tone)

Zero, one.

(dial spins)

Nine, four, six.

(dial spins)

Zero, one, nine, four.

(dial spins)

(ring back tone)

Hello, sis... It's me.

Sorry, I-I meant
to call sooner,

but I've been unwell.

Happy birthday, by the way.

Where are you?

I expect you're going to Aunt
Lizzie's cabin for the weekend?

I'll, I'll, I'll meet you there.

Have a marvelous time.

I'll be there in spirit.

I love you.

(call ends)

(hangs up receiver)

(dial tone)

(dialing)

(ring back tone)

Helen, I'm coming to get you.

(crying)

(unsettling music playing)

(choking)

(baby giggles)

(lullaby music playing)

(baby crying)

I forgot the eulogy.

Darling?

(grunts)

(tense, eerie music playing)

(door opens)

[♪ ♪]

It's not my baby.

What did they do to you?

Tell me...
Tell me what he did.

Look at me.
I'm gonna k*ll him.

Okay?

I'm gonna k*ll him.

I'll k*ll him.

He's dead.

[♪ ♪]

Nour:
Where's the baby?

[♪ ♪]

Ma...

Mama.

(crying)

[♪ ♪]

(baby crying)

(shouts):
Helen! Helen!

Helen!

Helen, please!

[♪ ♪]

(waves crashing)

(somber music playing)
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