[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
[FATHER SIGHS]
[EXCLAIMS IN ANNOYANCE]
[UTENSILS CLATTERING]
Honey, it's family hour, there must be something on.
DAUGHTER: Oh, wow, Candy Critters.
[FATHER EXCLAIMS]
Oh, great. It's Monsters, our favorite show. [MONSTROUS LAUGH]
Shh, it's starting.
[MONSTROUS LAUGH]
[FATHER CHUCKLES]
[PRINTER WHIRRING]
Whose toes are those on my hand?
Whose little toes are those on my hand?
[ALARM RINGING]
[INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT ON RADIO]
Oh, God.
I know, I know, I amaze even me.
Day one, you sure you can handle it?
What?
Oh, the house.
Well, gee, I don't know, Brad.
I mean I have been managing my own business for five years.
But, um...
House work. Phew.
That's like rocket science.
You wear the Super Woman syndrome.
Why?
Say hi to the D-train for me.
Oh, and the teeming, sweaty masses.
Har, har.
[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]
[INDISTINCT RAMBLING]
[SERENE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
[PHONE RINGING]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
Sam, he wants to buy all the old equipment.
[PRINTER WHIRRING]
So we sell only if he makes us a deal on the new tie up.
I'll just put this in the kitchen.
Uh, he's... you know, he's counting on it.
No, I'll handle it.
I love a good fight, you know that.
Yes, I know that.
Yeah, yeah, all right.
[RECIEVER CLICKS]
Hi.
I'm Deborah.
You must be... Laura D'Angelo, 3-D.
Can I lend a helping hand to the new mom?
Oh, that's very nice.
Actually we're doing well.
Except, I've... got a lot of work to catch up on.
Holy cow.
Took me all morning.
It has to rise three times.
[LAUGHS] Well, thanks.
Um...
I'll make some coffee.
Is that all right? There's a coffee maker around here somewhere, but...
I'll never find it.
Domesticity is not my strong suit.
You'll pick it up.
Well, I doubt it. Always hated it.
See what I mean?
You have to wash them before you put them in.
[LAUGHS]
That'll be the day.
See, I'm, um,
a contractor, Laura, I just brought the business home to be with Sarah.
Also to get the tax breaks.
You'll be surprised what you can write off.
So... [CHUCKLES]
Do you have any other kids?
Oh, two.
The baby makes three.
Almost.
Well, I admire you, I couldn't survive another pregnancy.
Deborah, um...
Did you do your floor today?
What?
Oh, oh, that.
It's my husband's idea of a little joke.
Oh.
[BABY CRYING]
And is this the little oogum-boogums?
[BABY CRYING]
Oh, that's Sarah.
Uh, Marie
Levitt.
[GASPS]
Precious.
Deserve the best.
I get it, Mama's all busy with work?
[BABY COOING]
[PHONE RINGING]
Levitt management.
Oh, Brad.
I'm fine.
She's great.
[BABY CRYING]
Oh, uh...
You're a regular Eddie Murphy.
Har-har.
The bucket?
The one you left in the middle of the kitchen table.
Yeah, sure you didn't.
[THUNDERCLAP]
Okay, see you at home.
You better get changed.
[MYSTERIOUS INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[UTENSILS CLATTERING]
[EERIE PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]
[THUNDERCLAP]
Who says I can't take care of my family and work too?
[PHONE RINGING]
[INDISINCT CHATTER]
Levitt Management.
Oh, Mr. Goldman.
Yeah, I understand you're a little upset with our offer.
I got a what?
Thanks, I always wanted brass ones.
Uh...
Unreasonable.
[COUGHS]
Uh, just a moment, please, Mr. Goldman.
[COUGHS]
Uh, now, uh, where were we?
[SMOKE ALARM RINGING]
Just a minute, please, Mr. Goldman. [BABY CRYING]
[COUGHING]
Uh, yes, you were saying you can see your way to 5,000.
I beg your pardon?
No, Mr. Goldman, uh...
mine is very close to 3,500. I'm sure that we can meet...
I said I'm sure that we can meet... [SCREAMS]
Uh, Mr. Goldman, I'm going to have to call you back.
[BABY CRYING]
Deborah?
[CRYING]
Are you all right?
[BABY CRYING]
[WEEPING]
Deborah.
I just don't think you can mix raising a family with a career.
Oh, I had horrible days when it was just me at the office.
[THUNDERCLAP]
You don't have any friends with kids?
No.
Oh, boy.
[BABY COOING]
Deborah.
Today wasn't just a bad day.
Everything went wrong.
Because...
This is going to be hard to take.
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
There's a certain order to the world.
If you try to do a man's duties.
You'll offend the gods.
[CHUCKLES]
That's a good one. [LAUGHS]
Offend the gods, I like that.
The household gods.
I know it sounds crazy.
But every family's got one.
First kid qualifies you.
They require your utmost devotion.
I've really gotta get back to work.
The mind rebels.
But eventually you submit.
Tell yourself, you're doing this for Brad and the little baby, Sarah.
Deb...
The time is now.
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
He is waiting.
Go to the altar.
[SNARLING]
It's what you were born to do.
It was you.
No, Deb.
Not me.
Him.
[THUNDERCLAP]
DEBORAH: The woman is totally unhinged.
I mean she threw away a fabulous career.
Now, she's got to rationalize it to herself.
What a mind she's got coming up with a fantasy like that.
Fine, but... a lot of truth in what she says.
Men and women are different.
Oh, come on, Brad.
She's totally delusional.
Since I'm doing this, would you mind getting the floor?
The what?
The floor.
[GROANS]
[WIND HOWLING]
[INDISTINCT RAMBLING]
[GRUNTING]
Brad.
What?
I thought you mopped this floor.
Check your shoes, that floor was clean.
They're not my foot.
[GASPS]
God, Brad.
Jeez.
It's...
You think maybe the disposal's on the fritz?
I wonder what's... [GASPS]
[PANTS] Look...
Just look in there.
I had to take it apart.
Relax, would you, Deborah?
You're not exactly finessing this career, motherhood thing.
Yes, I am. No, your're not.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[WIND HOWLING]
[GROWLING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
Can you sleep?
It's three in the morning.
Every time I do she screams.
It's like she's got a radar.
Oh, I'm gonna be dead in the morning. I got so much to do.
Then for Pete's sake, let Mom come.
Brad, you know how your mother and I get along.
Just try to sleep.
[SIGHS]
[EVIL LAUGHTER] [BABY CRYING]
[HUMMING]
There, there, sweety.
[SPRING BOUNCES]
[HAUNTING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]
Are you really there?
If you are, reveal yourself to me.
[INDISTINCT MUTTERING]
Get out of my house!
Yeah!
I want you to take some time off.
No.
I'm fine.
Just fine.
BRAD: Deborah!
Do I have any clean shirts?
Check your closet.
You want to make a mess?
I'll show you a mess.
[SERENE PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]
You're early again, don't eat that!
Bake sale.
[GROWLING]
[LAUGHS MISCHIEVOUSLY]
[INDISTINCT MUTTERING]
Thanks, honey.
For what?
Caring.
We're going to work this out.
Sure, Brad.
[GASPS]
I got you, oh, yes I did.
Chalk up one for the super woman.
Ladies journal, yeah!
"How I killed...", no...
"Lose your household god in just three weeks."
[LAUGHS MISCHIEVOUSLY]
Brad.
Edna. Bradley's having a drink, Deborah.
Wondering if he should've called the psych ward after your poisoned cake
burned a hole in his briefcase.
Oh, my God.
Don't worry.
I convinced him it was hormones.
We all know it was your rebellious, wicked pride.
Not you too.
Of course, me too.
Didn't your mother teach you anything?
You know what aggravates me the most?
You have it so easy.
My generation, a mother was a priestess.
Full time.
The day you conceive to the day you die.
Now you can have hobbies
and education.
Part time jobs.
But you, Jezebel, it wasn't enough.
You wanted it all!
She... she just needs time, Edna. The girl's changed.
Women have greater expectations.
We were raised with liberation.
We took it for granted.
But it's not for us, Deb.
Please, repent now, before it's too late. [BABY CRYING]
[EXPLODES]
[BABY CRYING]
[WIND HOWLING]
[UTENSILS CLATTERING]
Sarah!
[BABY CRYING]
Sarah!
Give me back my baby!
Fucking god.
[BABY CRYING]
[UTENSILS CRASHING]
[MYSTERIOUS INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[SPRING BOUNCING]
Hmmm.
[SPRING BOUNCING]
[LOW GROWL]
Then will you give me Sarah back?
[MURMURS IN APPROVAL]
* Hallelujah
* Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
* Hallelujah
[LAUGHS MALICIOUSLY]
[BABY COOING]
Must be nice.
Have a great day.
You too, dear.
[LAUGHS MISCHIEVOUSLY]
Hmmm. [BELL DINGING]
[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]