Rosemary's Baby Page #6

Oh, rubbish!

Pregnant women gain weight, they don't lose it.

I don't sleep well.

I have stiff joints or something,

so I get a pain.

Nothing serious.

Well, congratulations.

You must be very happy.

Oh, I am. We both are.

- Who's your obstetrician?

- Abraham Sapirstein.

Oh! He delivered

two of my daughter's babies.

- He's one of the best in the city.

- When did you see him last?

- Um, yesterday.

- And?

And he says it's fairly common.

How much weight have you lost?

About, uh, three pounds.

Oh, nonsense.

You've lost far more than that.

It's perfectly normal to lose a little at first.

Later on I'll be gaining.

Well...

we must assume Dr. Sapirstein

knows whereof he speaks.

He should.

He charges enough.

We're getting bargain rates.

Our neighbors are close friends of his.

- - I'll go.

No, no. Stay where you are.

Hurts less when I move around.

Oh, I was just talking about you.

Favorably, I hope.

Do you need anything from outside?

- No. Thank you for asking.

- Is Guy home already?

- No, he won't be home till 6:00.

- Oh.

A friend of ours is here.

Would you...

Would you like to meet him?

- Well, if I won't be intruding.

- No, no. Please come in.

Hutch, this is Roman Castevet.

- Edward Hutchins.

- How do you do?

- How are you, sir?

- I was just telling Hutch...

it was you and Minnie

who sent me to Dr. Sapirstein.

So Rosemary has told you the good news?

- Yes, she has.

- We must see she gets plenty of rest.

I was a bit alarmed by her appearance.

Well, she has lost some weight,

but that's quite normal for the early months.

Later on, she'll gain...

probably far too much.

- So I gather.

- Please sit down.

Mrs. Castevet makes a vitamin drink for me

every day from fresh herbs she grows.

Yes, all according to Dr. Sapirstein's

directions, of course.

He's inclined to be suspicious

of commercially prepared vitamin pills.

Is he indeed?

Why, surely they're manufactured...

under every imaginable safeguard.

That's quite true, but commercial pills...

can sit for months on a druggist's shelf...

and lose a great deal of their original potency.

- I hadn't thought of that.

- I like the idea of having

everything fresh and natural.

I'll bet expectant mothers

chewed bits of tannis root...

when nobody'd even heard of vitamin pills.

- Tannis root?

- It's one of the herbs she puts in the drink.

Or is it an herb?

Can a root be an herb?

You sure you don't mean anise or orris root?

- No, tannis.

- Hmm.

Look.

It's good luck too.

It doesn't look like root matter.

More like mold or fungus of some kind.

- Is it ever called by any other name?

- Not to my knowledge, no.

Hmm.

"Tannis"...I must look it up

in the encyclopedia.

What a pretty holder or charm or whatever it is.

The Castevets gave it to me.

You and your wife seem to be taking

better care of Rosemary than her own parents.

We're very fond of her, and of Guy too.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll have to go.

- My wife is waiting for me.

- It's a pleasure to have met you.

Don't bother, Rosemary.

We'll meet again, I'm sure.

I've just noticed he has pierced ears.

Pierced ears and piercing eyes.

What's she like?

Nosy. Funny.

Guy's gotten very close to them.

I suppose they've become

sort of parent figures for him.

And you?

I... I don't know.

Sometimes I think

they're too friendly and helpful.

Hey, what a surprise.

How are you, Hutch? Good to see you.

You're the surprise.

What happened?

They stopped for a rewrite, those dumb bastards.

Uh, stay where you are.

Nobody move.

- Would you like some coffee?

- Love some!

Loot.

It seems congratulations are in order.

- Yeah, it's wonderful, isn't it?

- When's the baby due?

June 28.

Did you know that Dr. Sapirstein

delivered two of Hutch's grandchildren?

- Really?

- Mm.

I met your neighbor...

Roman Castevet.

Oh, did you?

Funny old duck, isn't he?

Guy, did you ever notice he has pierced ears?

- You're kidding.

- No, I'm not. I saw.

It's a shame we haven't seen

more of you lately, Hutch...

but with me so busy and Ro the way she is,

we really haven't seen anyone.

- Perhaps we can have dinner together soon.

- You're not going, are you?

- Thanks for the coffee, my dear.

- Thank you for coming, my dear.

- This isn't mine. It must be yours.

- Right you are.

Have you thought about names, or is it too soon?

Andrew or Douglas if it's a boy.

Melinda or Sarah if it's a girl.

"Sarah"?

What happened to "Susan"?

Say, is there another of these around?

Oh.

- I don't see it, Hutch.

- No, it's not here.

Hmm. Oh, probably left

at the City Center.

I'll stop back there.

Let's really have that dinner, shall we?

- Definitely.

- Next week.

- Good-bye.

- Good-bye.

- Bye.

- Bye.

It was a nice surprise.

Guess what he said.

- What?

- I look terrible.

Oh, good old Hutch.

He's spreading cheer wherever he goes.

I'm gonna get a paper, honey.

- He's a professional crepe-hanger.

- He's not a professional crepe-hanger.

Then he's one

of the top-ranking amateurs.

- -

Hello? Oh, uh, no.

She's not feeling too well.

I think she's asleep.

Oh, I wouldn't...

Well, she could be, yeah.

She wasn't feeling well.

All right.

Can you hold on a minute?

It's Hutch.

He wants to speak to you.

Oh.

I told him you were resting,

but he said it couldn't wait.

- Hutch?

- Tell me, dear, do you go out at all?

Well, I-I haven't been going out.

Why?

Can you meet me tomorrow morning

at 11:
00 in front of the Time-Life Building?

If you want me to.

- What is it? Can't you tell me now?

- I'd rather not.

We can have an early lunch, if you'd like.

- That would be nice.

- Good. 11:
00, then?

Okay.

Oh, did you find your glove?

No, they didn't have it.

Good night, Rosemary.

- Sleep well.

- You too. Good night.

- What was that?

- He wants to talk to me.

- What about?

- I don't know. He wouldn't say.

I think those boys' adventure

stories are going to his head.

Where are you meeting him?

Uh, Time and Life Building

tomorrow at 11:
00.

This is ridiculous.

You're pregnant... I've got the yens.

I'm gonna get an ice-cream cone. Want one?

- Yeah, I'd love one.

- Vanilla?

- Uh, okay.

- Okay.

- Hi!

- Hi. Minnie, I'm going out now...

- so I won't have my drink at 11:00.

- That's fine, dear.

Take it later.

Buzz me when you get back, huh?

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

Pain, begone.

I will have no more of thee.

- Yes?

- Is this Edward Hutchins's apartment?

- Yes. Who is this, please?

- My name is Rosemary Woodhouse.

I had an appointment

with Mr. Hutchins. Is he there?

- Hello?

- He was taken ill this morning.

- "Taken ill"?

- Yes.

He's in a deep coma

at St. Vincent's Hospital.

That's awful.

I just spoke to him

last night about 10:30.

I spoke to him at 11:00.

- Who is this?

- You don't know me, Rosemary.

I'm Grace Cardiff, Hutch's friend.

And do they...

do they know what's causing it?

No, they don't know yet.

At the moment, he's totally unresponsive.

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