American Horror Story

There was an intruder in-in my apartment.

I-I-I don't-- I don't know.

Yes, yes, but w-what if they-they come back?

Can you just send someone now?

The Furman Building in Brooklyn Heights.

What? No, no. I--

I don't...

Hi, baby. How was your flight?

- Where are you? - I'm getting ready.

You were supposed to be at the clinic 20 minutes ago.

No, baby, the egg retrieval's at 9:00 a.m.

It's scheduled for 8:00, Anna,

and you have to be here an hour before.

Honey, no, it's not.

I checked the appointment, like, three times--

Dr. Hill says he needs you here as soon as possible

or we have to start this whole cycle over again.

How fast can you get here?

Am I too late?

They can squeeze us in as long as you can change

and get right into the OR.

-I'm sorry. -It's okay. Come on.

Come right with me, Ms. Alcott.

Have you ever received twilight anesthesia before, Ms. Alcott?

Yes. I've done this process before.

Twice.

Ah, very good.

Tiny prick.

You'll start to feel woozy,

then you may fall asleep, you may not.

Either way,

it'll feel pleasant.

It's going to happen this time.

I can feel it.

Do you still love me?

Even though you were late to the appointment

I flew in on a red-eye from Berlin to make?

Yeah.

I mean...

...even though I'm broken?

Baby, you are not broken.

We have unexplained infertility,

like 30% of other couples.

It's... it's nobody's fault.

All of this will be worth it

once we meet our perfect baby.

Ms. Alcott. Ms. Alcott?

It's Dr. Hill.

Can you hear my voice?

Welcome back.

I'm here with your husband.

Hey, sweetie.

How are you feeling?

Pre-- Pretty awful, actually.

Yeah. Well, that's perfectly normal.

Are you open to me asking you a few questions?

What's your name?

Anna. Victor...

-Victori-- -Okay. Good enough.

Anna Victoria Alcott.

And what is today's date?

September fourth.

Wonderful.

Now, I have news.

I was able to retrieve nine eggs,

which I am very happy with.

Is that good?

I'm very happy about it, and I'm going to start you

on progesterone suppositories

to be taken nightly immediately

so we can prepare your uterus

for an embryo transfer.

Yeah?

Now, these are composed in-house.

They're FET misant,

so they need to be refrigerated immediately.

That's very important.

-You got that? Okay. -Yeah.

Get some rest,

and I will call you as soon as I have

any information about your potential embryos.

Congratulations.

I-- I am feeling very optimistic about our chances.

Why'd he say that just to you?

Is this thing really necessary?

It's standard protocol, Ms. Alcott.

Is it--

Is it normal to feel this much pain?

Some achiness is always to be expected, I'm afraid.

It's-it's not achiness, it--

I know, hon,

but nothing worth waiting for is ever easy.

How we doing? More prenatals.

I can go ahead and charge your Amex,

- if that works. - That's great.

And here are the progesterone suppositories

Dr. Hill mentioned.

You'll want to get those in the refrigerator

- as soon as possible. - Will do.

And don't forget your bag, Mr. Alcott.

I'm going to go call an Uber, okay?

Thank you.

Do you need help, Ms. Alcott?

I'm fine. Thanks.

I know you.

Thanks for watching.

Watching?

You are her.

Ms. Preecher,

you know you're not allowed to--

My husband's waiting for me.

Ms. Preecher? Ms. Preecher!

You okay?

I saw that woman on our block this morning.

Maybe she's seeing Dr. Hill.

It's not that weird.

He's the primary fertility specialist

in the city, according to New York mag.

I don't think she'd be smoking

if she was trying to get pregnant.

Wait, you don't think she's some weird--

-What? -Like...

She's following you or something?

Feels like a reach, babe.

I mean, you're a big star now,

but you probably don't have a stalker.

Yet.

Let's get these in the fridge,

and grab you some lunch, okay?

You want to play the game?

Simon.

-Treya. -That's not a name.

-Yes, it is. -Okay. Treya.

P.S. 8.

What about preschool?

Shit, I forgot about preschool.

What kind of almost-dad are you?

Co-op within walking distance.

I do drop-offs, you do pick-ups.

Okay. So, Simon if he's a boy,

Treya if she's a girl...

Still don't think that's a name.

Co-op Pre-K,

P.S. 8 K through five...

-Your turn for middle school. -St. Ann's.

You better keep making that money, honey.

That place ain't cheap.

And what about you?

You're the one who chose St. Ann's.

You do high school.

St. Ann's.

I hate you.

-What if it doesn't... this time? -It'll happen.

I promise.

Cut it out.

Who's a hungry boy?

Here you go.

Yeah.

Then tell the Daniels to suck my clit.

She's not missing a press day for a fucking commercial shoot.

It's exhausting being better than everyone.

Siobhan, I can't sign this one.

It's, like, 15 years old.

Your fans will send more updated photos

the more you work.

DeDe never made me do stuff like this.

DeDe was a dinosaur,

and that's why you fired her and you moved over here.

To my company.

Speaking of:

I pitched a profile for The Times,

and I'm waiting to hear back.

Great.

Oh, my God.

This just came in.

Andy Cohen wants to interview you alone,

without even a "Bravolebrity" in the other chair.

Really? Oh, my God. When?

-Thursday. -This Thursday?

Anna, this would be your first late-night show.

-I'll-I'll make it work. -Thank God.

I thought you were exhibiting early signs of dementia.

Oh, and...

a fan wants you to sign this.

God.

This show was so embarrassing.

It's what put you on the map.

-For better or for worse. -Better.

It's what got us here. To this Oscars campaign.

They want you to sign its body.

Are you fucking serious?

Yeah.

Fans are weird.

Her torso is so disproportionately small,

my name won't even fit.

Then initial it.

I feel like I'm violating myself.

That's called being an actress.

Okay. So, can I

confirm you for Andy this Thursday?