I Took a Pill, Now I'm Hot — Episode 41

Seven days I have seven days and nothing that works, no exit, no one on the outside who can move that fast And I stood in that room and smiled at them because somewhere in my head, I still believed that playing along kept you safe You heard what he called him Its blood is the product My baby isn't even a person to them He's a recipe they haven't finished writing Help me get this off! I can't keep it on me I can still feel every one of them looking at me like I was a thing on a shelf That's because we were on a shelf We stood in a line and let two strangers put a price on us, and I called it being patient And you, you've stood in that corner the whole night, calm as a shut door, doing arithmetic while they talked about cutting my child out of me Does none of it reach you? Can you not even pretend to feel it? It reaches all of me, Nora, but I'm not breaking the way you're breaking because I'm not losing a child There is nothing inside me for them to take There never was I forged the blood work myself I built every scan in that file A pregnant woman is the one body in this house he refuses to touch, so I made myself one, on paper, in every record he reads It was the only door out I could find You let us stand beside you thinking you were in this exactly the way we are, and the whole time you were faking the one thing they have killed people for I have been doing precisely what you have been doing, Eddie You hand that man false plans every day, and you call it strategy I built a false child, and I survived on it, so don't you stand there and look at me like I'm the only liar in this room He wants proof now, a live scan, a heartbeat I cannot give him The second that screen comes up empty, he doesn't just have me He pulls apart every record I've ever touched, and my hands are on all of it: the leak, your false plans, the way out Miss Ada, the collector wants you downstairs He's brought someone in to take a proper look at the baby He'd like to know exactly how far along you are