Rosemary's Baby Page #10
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and steal one of Hutch's belongings,
which he did.
Took his glove.
And they put a spell on him too.
Put him in a coma.
Three months later, he died.
Now, maybe all this is coincidence,
but one thing is for sure:
They have a coven, and they want my baby.
It certainly seems that way.
I was afraid you wouldn't believe me.
I don't believe in witchcraft...
but there're plenty of maniacs
and crazy people in this city.
The doctor's name is Shand, you say?
No, Dr. Shand
is one of these people.
The doctor's name is Sapirstein.
Abraham Sapirstein?
Yeah.
- Do you know him?
- I've met him once or twice.
To look at him, you'd never think he...
No, you wouldn't.
Not in a million years.
Would you like to go into Mount Sinai right now?
This evening?
Yeah, I would love to.
Would that be possible?
It's difficult. We'll try.
I want you to lie down and get some rest.
Thanks.
Anything they've got.
Even a broom closet would be fine.
I hope we can do better than that.
I'll see what I can do,
and then I'll check you over.
Should I undress now?
No, it'll take me about
a half an hour on the telephone.
You just lie down. Rest.
- Okay?
- Okay.
God bless Dr. Hill.
Everything's gonna be okay now, Andy or Jenny.
We're gonna be in a nice, clean hospital...
with no visitors.
Oh.
Monsters.
Unspeakable!
I was sleeping.
Come with us quietly, Rosemary.
Don't argue or make a scene...
because if you say anything more
about witches or witchcraft...
we're gonna be forced
to take you to a mental hospital.
You don't want that, do you?
So put your shoes on.
We just want to take you home.
No one's gonna hurt you.
Or the baby.
Put your shoes on.
She's fine now.
- We're going to go home and rest.
- That's all it takes.
- Thank you for your trouble, Doctor.
- I'm glad I could be of help, sir.
It's a shame you had to come in here.
Good evening, Mrs. Woodhouse.
Mrs. Woodhouse!
Ro! Ro!
Ro! Oh, Ro, baby.
Ro! Ro!
- Come on. Open up, Ro.
- Go to hell!
- Come on, honey.
No one's gonna hurt you.
- You promised them the baby! Get out!
I didn't promise them anything.
What are you talking about? Promised who?
- Rosemary...
- You too! Get away!
- Hello?
- Elise?
- Mrs. Dunstan is out.
- Who's this?
- The babysitter.
- Do you know where she went?
- They went to the movies.
- This is Rosemary.
Please ask her to call Rosemary
the second she gets home.
It's terribly urgent.
- Don't forget, hmm?
- Don't worry. I'll tell her.
Thank you.
We don't want
to hurt you, Ro. Uh...
We're your friends, Rosemary.
There's nothing to be afraid of, Rosemary.
Honest and truly there isn't.
This is nothing but a mild sedative
to calm you down.
You know I wouldn't let anyone...
Ro! Ro!
- Ro! Ro!
- Help me!
- Oh, Ro, baby. Stop.
- Somebody help me!
Ro!
Wait a minute!
Wait a minute, now.
- We happen to be in labor here.
- Here?
- Here.
- You're gonna be all right, baby.
You're gonna be perfectly all right.
I swear to God.
- It was supposed to be Doctors Hospital!
- Don't go on like this, Ro, please.
- Doctors Hospital, with nurses...
- It'll be perfectly all right.
- And everything clean and sterile!
- I give you my word of honor!
Hello? No, she isn't here, Elise.
I'll have her call you back.
Oh, Andy... Andy or Jenny...
I'm sorry, my little darling.
Forgive me!
Hi.
Is it all right?
Yes.
It's fine.
What is it?
A boy.
Really? A boy?
And it's all right?
Yes.
Where is it?
Oh, my goodness!
Oh, dear, what a start you gave me!
My goodness!
The baby... where is it?
Oh, uh, you-you wait here
one minute.
Where's my baby?
I'll go find Dr. Abe.
Ju... Just wait.
Where's the baby?
Where is it?
Honey...
There were complications, Rosemary,
but nothing that will affect future births.
It's...
Dead.
It was in the wrong position.
In a hospital, I might've been able
to do something, but you wouldn't listen.
Honey, we can have others
as soon as you're better. I promise.
Absolutely. You can
start on another in a very few months.
- As soon as you're better.
- You lie.
I don't believe you.
You're both lying.
- Honey. Honey...
- You're lying! It didn't die!
You took it! You're lying!
You witches, you're lying!
You're lying! You're lying!
You're lying!
Abe says it's called... prepartum.
I don't know.
It's some kind of a hysteria.
Boy, you were really - kapow!...
out of your mind.
Uh... Yeah, I know where
you got the idea...
that Minnie and Roman were witches...
But how come you thought
Abe and I joined the party?
Um...
Let's face it, darling.
You had the...
prepartum crazies.
And now you're gonna rest,
and you're gonna get over them.
I know this is the worst thing
that ever happened to you...
but from now on, everything's gonna be roses.
Paramount's within an inch
of where we want 'em...
and suddenly Universal's interested too.
And we're gonna blow this town, and we're
gonna be in the beautiful hills of Beverly...
with a pool and a spice garden...
the whole schmear.
And the kids too, Ro.
Scout's honor.
You heard what Abe said.
Well, I got to run now and get famous.
Let me see your shoulder.
- Let me see your shoulder.
- Are you kidding?
Your left shoulder.
All right. Anything you say.
I generally prefer doing this to music.
Left shoulder.
Right shoulder.
And that's as far as I go without a blue light.
The high-pressure area
that we see here...
has been causing this extreme heat and humidity...
And unfortunately will be staying
with us city dwellers...
through the rest of the week.
It will be hot and overcast
Upstate New York as well...
with the possibility of thunder showers
tonight and tomorrow...
- - With gradual clearing by tomorrow night.
All you people leaving the city
this upcoming weekend should find it hot...
- -
Do you hear a baby crying?
Why, no, I don't, dear.
Now, you come and get into your bed now.
It's time for you to take your pill.
- Did you turn the air conditioner off?
- Mm-hmm.
You mustn't do that, dear.
Why, people are actually dying, it's so hot.
What do you do with the milk?
Why, uh, throw it away.
Oh. Your pill, Rosemary.
Hello, girls. Whew!
Ninety-five out.
Some new people moved on in up on eight.
Do they have a baby?
How'd you know that?
I heard it crying.
Oh, wait a minute.
- Oh! No. Don't do that.
- Why not?
Uh... a little messy, that's all.
Easy, easy.
"You've got her too high."
Not if he's still waiting for a plane, he isn't!
- - Shh. Quiet, please.
Ah, hell, now, Hayato,
you're just making fun of me.
You're pullin' my leg, like we say over here.
Rosemary, go back to bed.
You know you're not supposed
to be up and around.
- Is the mother?
- Uh, Rosemary...
- Shut up!
- Rosemary...
Shut up. You're in Dubrovnik.
I don't hear you.
What have you done to it?
What have you done to its eyes?
He has his father's eyes.
What are you talking about?
Guy's eyes are normal!
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