Devil's Due Page #4

that brings you joy.

(WOMEN GROANING)

INSTRUCTOR:
Okay, everyone,

please breathe.

If you're gonna sit up,

sit up slowly.

Very slowly.

Keep breathing, everyone.

Please remain calm.

ZACH:
Sam. Are you okay?

ZACH:
So, this is happening.

Yep.

We are buying baby stuff.

(SING-SONG) Baby stuff!

(CHUCKLES)

- Let's go crazy.

- Yeah, let's go nuts.

Ooh! Uh...

Do you want to practice

a little diapering?

Get a little wrap

around this guy?

(ZACH STAMMERS) I'm good.

You don't want to do that?

He's not even in a box.

He's clearly dirty.

Yeah, where'd this baby come from?

I don't know you, baby.

ZACH:
You bent him over, looked at

his ass to see where it came from.

I just wanted to know if he

had a name or something.

SAMANTHA:
Ah...

(CHUCKLES)

It's a milk pump!

SAMANTHA:
Not at all.

No?

No.

We need one though, right?

Yeah, we do actually need one.

I never want to see you do

that ever again. (CHUCKLES)

Probably not.

No, I think we got everything.

This is all a baby needs, right here.

Ow!

ZACH:
Are you all right?

(GROANS)

ZACH:
I'm gonna go get the car, all right?

Just hold on.

SAMANTHA:
No, I'm fine.

ZACH:
No, seriously, Sam.

Please, just wait there.

I'll be right there.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

(ANGRY YELL)

ZACH:
Oh, sh*t! Sam!

SAMANTHA:
Motherf***er!

MAN:
What are you doing?

Are you f***ing crazy?

- Get away from my car!

- ZACH:
Stop, stop!

It's okay. It's okay.

(SOBBING)

ZACH:
We're gonna get some help.

We're gonna get some help.

It's all right, it's all

right, it's all right.

SAMANTHA:
What happened?

What happened?

Breathe. Just breathe.

Just breathe, just breathe.

(GROANS)

What is wrong with me?

Something is wrong!

ZACH:
Hey.

You look really pretty when you're pensive.

(STIFLED CHUCKLE)

I'm serious.

Hey...

Look what I found

behind your ear.

(ZACH LAUGHS)

Nothing.

- Oh, hello.

- ZACH:
Hi.

Hi, Samantha.

I'm Dr. Dylan.

ZACH:
Where's Dr. Ludka?

Dr. Ludka had to take a leave of absence.

I'm covering for her.

Well...

(COUGHS)

Excuse me. Is she gonna

be back anytime soon?

She filled me in,

and I've studied your file.

ZACH:
Well, will she be back

by the time we deliver?

Yeah, can we talk to her?

I don't think she's gonna

be able to come back.

Let's talk about your symptoms.

ZACH:
Oh.

Okay.

DR. DYLAN:
Huh.

The baby looks healthy.

But it's turned around.

We're not gonna be able to find

out if it's a boy or girl today.

- ZACH:
It's gotten so much bigger.

- SAMANTHA:
Mmm.

(GAGS)

ZACH:
Sam, are you okay?

(DOOR OPENS)

ZACH:
She just

needs a minute.

Sorry, the nausea

hasn't really gotten better.

It actually seems like

it's gotten kind of worse.

DR. DYLAN:
Well, it's

not entirely unusual.

ZACH:
Um...

She's been getting nosebleeds, too.

Are those...?

DR. DYLAN:
Yeah, it can be.

She just doesn't seem

like herself lately.

Is there a history of mental

illness in her family?

Uh, I don't know.

She took some meds

during college for anxiety.

I don't really know

what they were.

Um...

We don't really know

anything about her family.

Her parents were killed

in a car crash

and they had to cut

Sam out of her womb.

I'm sorry. I had no idea.

(DOOR OPENS)

SAMANTHA:
Hey.

ZACH:
You look beautiful.

(SAMANTHA SCOFFS)

SAMANTHA:
I'm really sorry.

- ZACH:
It's all right.

- DR. DYLAN:
It's all right.

DR. DYLAN:
Um,

I'm gonna do an amnio now,

just to rule out any issues.

Especially since you don't know

what may run in your family.

ZACH:
Okay.

Are you all right?

Mmm.

Okay. Good.

I'm good, too.

Good.

I was worried about you.

I know. I could tell, because you asked.

(CHUCKLES)

Uh, is this gonna hurt?

DR. DYLAN:
Oh,

it's just a little pressure.

It'll be over

before you know it.

I need you to stay very still.

Nurse,

watch the monitor, please.

(BREATHING NERVOUSLY)

Mmm-hmm. Are you ready?

Just relax. Take a deep breath.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(GROANING)

Mmm.

Mmm-mmm.

ZACH:
Are you okay?

- No.

- NURSE:
It's okay.

Something's wrong. Can you get it out?

Can you get it out?

- Keep her still.

- ZACH:
Is everything okay?

- No, no. Mmm-mmm.

- ZACH:
Just try to stay still.

DR. DYLAN:
Samantha, we're almost there.

Can you get it out?

Can you get it out?

Please, get it out!

- You're gonna hurt yourself.

- Sam, please.

Get it out!

ZACH:
Can you get it

out of her? Thank you.

It's out. It's done, it's done.

(GROANING)

ZACH:
Hey, hey. It's done.

It's okay. All right?

It's okay.

SAMANTHA:
I can't do this.

I can't do this.

It's all right.

ZACH:
I'm really worried about her.

I don't know what to do.

DR. DYLAN:
Do you think she'd

ever actually hurt herself?

ZACH:
What?

No. I don't know,

I don't think so.

Just to be safe, we'll be

keeping a close eye on her.

ZACH:
Okay.

(MEN WHISPERING IN SPANISH)

(DOG BARKING OUTSIDE)

(WHISPERING CONTINUES)

(WHIRRING)

(LOCK CLICKING)

ZACH:
I'm gonna fix

this door someday.

SAMANTHA:
Yeah,

that'll be great.

ZACH:
Watch your step.

(CHUCKLES)

Okay, thank you.

ZACH:
I'm so glad my sister bought me that flashlight.

(SAMANTHA SIGHS) Oh.

(SAMANTHA CLEARS THROAT)

ZACH:
How are you doing?

I feel like a hot air balloon.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

- You're going upstairs?

- Mmm-hmm.

I'm gonna go take a bath. Okay.

I'm just gonna check

the score on the game.

All right.

(SAMANTHA SIGHS)

This thing takes

forever to turn on.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TELEVISION)

We need to get a f***ing maid.

(WATER RUNNING)

(SAMANTHA HUMMING)

(WATER SHUTS OFF)

(WATER SPLASHING SOFTLY)

(SAMANTHA HUMS QUIETLY)

(GROWLING AND BARKING)

(BARKING CONTINUES)

(GASPS)

Oh, look.

That's beautiful.

ZACH:
Wow. Nice.

ZACH:
Do you want to take off

while we wait for the results?

Go to a spa, or...

Let's just get out of town.

- It's a good idea.

- Yeah.

I'm just thinking, though, you've

already taken so much time off of work.

And I've got finals

and we should probably be close

to the doctor right now.

ZACH:
All right.

It's just a thought.

It's a good thought.

I'm gonna be all right.

I know.

(MEN WHISPERING)

SAMANTHA:
One second. Okay.

ALL:
Surprise!

(GASPS)

MRS. MCCALL:
Happy birthday, darling.

Wow, thank you.

Great, son.

How are you?

I'm very well, thank you.

Hi, Ma.

BRITTANY:
Happy birthday, Aunt Sam.

Oh, my gosh.

MASON:
Happy birthday!

No, I'm fine, I just gotta rest.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

EMILY:
Why are you guys

hiding in the corner?

ZACH:
Hey.

EMILY:
Looking good!

- Thank you.

- Um...

She's just gonna go upstairs

for a little bit, take a rest.

I gotta lie down.

I'll be back.

I'll come up in a little

bit and check on you.

SAMANTHA:
I just

need a few minutes.

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

I'll clean all this up.

No, I got it, I got it.

- I'm gonna help you, too.

- It's fine, I got it.

You guys got everyone here,

I'll clean it all up.

It's no problem.

That's what friends are for.

- Can I have some cake?

- Yeah, here you go.

- Is this too big a bite?

- No.

Oh, that's cute.

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