Rosemary's Baby Page #5

Do me a little teeny favor, will ya?

Get me six eggs, a small Instant Sanka.

- I'm gonna pay you later, huh?

- All right. Bye-bye.

Don't you think we ought to talk about it?

About what?

The way you haven't been looking at me.

What are you talking about?

I've been looking at you.

- You haven't.

- Why, sure I have.

Now, what is it?

What's the matter?

Nothing. Never mind.

No, no. Don't say that.

What is it?

Nothing.

Look, honey, I know I've been preoccupied...

with the part and all, but it is important.

That doesn't mean I don't love you.

It was due on Friday.

- It was?

- Mm-hmm.

- It'll probably come tonight or tomorrow.

- Wanna bet?

- Yeah.

- A quarter.

- Okay.

- You're gonna lose.

Shut up, will ya?

You're getting me all jumpy.

It's only been two days.

When will I know?

I'll call you just as soon as I get the results.

I like to do a general examination

just to know something more.

It was Elise Dunstan

who recommended you to me, Doctor.

- Oh, yes. How is she?

- She's fine.

And the boys are great.

Did you deliver all of them?

No, just the last.

Universal hemoglobin.

Yes, Doctor.

- We went to see The Fantasticks.

- Oh, did you?

- Mm.

- Did you enjoy it?

- Yeah.

- Good.

- Hello?

- Mrs. Woodhouse?

- Dr. Hill?

- Congratulations.

- Really?

- Really.

Are you there?

Uh, yes.

Um, what happens now?

Very little.

You come see me next month...

and you get those Natalin pills...

one a day.

- I'll mail you forms for the hospital.

- Uh, when will it be?

Uh, it works out to be June 28.

- That sounds so far away.

- It is.

- Yeah.

- Oh, one more thing, Mrs. Woodhouse.

- We'd like another blood sample.

- Oh, yes, of course.

- What for?

- Uh, the nurse didn't take enough.

- So would you drop by and see her?

- But I-I am pregnant, aren't I?

Oh, yes. It's just

for blood sugar and so forth.

Nothing to be concerned about.

You're pregnant. Don't worry.

All right.

Well, I'll come in on Monday.

- All right. Now, don't forget the pills.

- No, I won't.

- Good-bye, Mrs. Woodhouse.

- Good-bye, Dr. Hill.

Blood sugar?

What's that?

Oh! That's great!

That's just great!

- Father.

- Ah, Mother.

- - Guy... Guy, listen.

Let's, uh, make this a new beginning, okay?

A new openness and talking to each other...

because we haven't been open.

It's true. I've been

so goddamned self-centered.

That's what the whole trouble is.

And you know I love you,

don't you, Ro? I do.

- I swear to God I'm gonna be as open...

- It's my fault as much as yours.

No, bull! It's mine.

Now, you bear with me...

and I'm gonna try and do better, you hear?

Oh, Guy!

What?

Fine way for parents to be carrying on.

Hey, you know what I'd love to do?

- What?

- Tell Minnie and Roman.

Oh, I know, I know. It's, uh...

it's, uh, supposed to be a deep, dark secret...

but I've already told them that we were trying.

They were so pleased.

Tell them.

- Back in two minutes?

- Mm-hmm.

You're pregnant.

Another blood sample.

- Ta-da

- Now, that's what I call good news!

Ah, honey, congratulations!

- Thank you.

- Our best wishes, Rosemary.

- Thank you very much.

- We are more pleased than we can say.

We didn't have any champagne on hand,

but this will do just as nicely.

- When are you due, dear?

- June 28.

Oh, it's gonna be so exciting.

Listen, dear, you got a good doctor?

Oh, yes, a very good one.

One of the top obstetricians

is a dear friend of ours.

Abe Sapirstein.

Delivers all the society babies.

Abe Sapirstein? One of the finest

obstetricians in the country.

Wasn't he on Open End a couple of years ago?

That's right.

- Ro?

- Uh...

- Well, what about Dr. Hill?

- Don't worry about Hill.

I'll tell him something.

You know me.

Listen, I won't let you go to no Dr. Hill

nobody ever heard of.

The best is what you're gonna have, young lady.

- Where's your telephone, huh?

- It's in the bedroom.

He's a brilliant man.

Very sensitive.

- Ro, sit down, sit down!

- No, I'm fine.

Abe? Minnie. Fine.

Listen, Abe, a dear friend of ours

just found out today she's pregnant.

Yeah, isn't it?

I'm in her apartment right now.

We told her you'd be glad to take care of her.

You wouldn't charge her none

of your fancy society prices, neither.

Uh-huh. Just wait a minute.

Rosemary, tomorrow morning at 11:00?

- All right.

- Yeah, 11:
00's fine, Abe.

Uh-huh. Yeah, well, you too.

No. No, no, no. Not at all.

All right. Well, let's hope so.

Good-bye.

- Well, there you are.

- Hey, thanks a million, Minnie.

Yes, I don't know how to thank you, both of you.

Just have a fine, healthy baby, that's all.

My, I can't wait

to tell Laura-Louise.

Oh, uh...

please don't tell anyone else, not right away.

No, she's right.

There's plenty of time.

Now, to a fine, healthy baby.

- Hear, hear!

- Hear!

Andy?

Or Susan?

Susan!

Please don't read books.

No pregnancy was ever exactly

like the ones described in the books.

And don't listen to your friends either.

No two pregnancies are ever alike.

- Dr. Hill prescribed vitamin pills.

- No pills.

Minnie Castevet has a herbarium.

I'm gonna have her make a daily drink

for you that'll be fresher, safer...

and more vitamin-rich

than any pills on the market.

Any questions you have, call me night or day.

Call me, not your Aunt Fanny.

That's what I'm here for.

- Here.

- What's in it?

Snips and snails and puppy dogs' tails.

That's fine, but what if we want a girl?

Do you?

- It'd be nice if the first one were a boy.

- Well, there you are.

- No, really, what is in it?

- A raw egg, gelatin, herbs...

Tannis root?

Some of that, along with some other things.

Don't be so violent, Harry.

If you want to be stupid, be nonviolent stupid.

I'm in love with no one,

especially not your fat wife.

I'm a hopeless cripple...

What's that?

I've been to Vidal Sassoon.

Don't tell me you paid for that.

Guy, I have a pain.

- Where?

- In here.

- Just now?

- Since Monday. A sharp pain.

- Did you see Sapirstein?

- I'm seeing him on Wednesday.

This is ridiculous!

Why didn't you see Sapirstein?

- I mean, why didn't you say anything?

- I see him Wednesday, regular.

An entirely natural expansion of the pelvis.

You can fight it with ordinary aspirin.

I was afraid it might be an ectopic pregnancy.

"Ectopic"? I thought you weren't

gonna read books, Rosemary.

- It was staring at me in the drugstore.

- And all it did was worry you.

Will you go home and throw it away, please?

- I will. I promise.

- The pains will be gone in two days.

Ectopic pregnancy!

I look awful.

What are you talking about?

You look great.

It's that haircut that looks awful.

If you want the truth, honey,

that's the worst mistake you ever made.

My God!

It's Vidal Sassoon. It's very "in."

What's wrong with you?

- Do I look that bad?

- Terrible!

You're not on one of those Zen diets, are you?

- No.

- Then what is it?

Have you seen a doctor?

Hutch, I might as well tell you.

I'm pregnant.

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