Evil

My sister's grafted to my body, here.

It's called RSM Fertility.

We think there was an attempt to corrupt its fertilized eggs.

One of my daughters was conceived

with the help of that clinic.

Something changed Eric, and it wants to kill us.

- Mathilda. - They said I started a fire in her room,

but I didn't; I swear I would never hurt her.

So what is this business proposition?

I've been invited to a party of influencers.

It's the Canal Party in the Hamptons.

- I want you to go with me. - Why?

Because... you're an influencer.

To our mutual hate.

Mutual.

- I don't know what else to say. You don't remember anything?

No, no, no, I-I remember everything.

I just remember it all being ordinary.

How did you find out about this fertility clinic?

Um, through my general practitioner, Dr. Ruin.

Mm. Is Dr. Ruin still your doctor?

- No. He-he died few years ago. - How did he die?

Uh, there's no conspiracy there.

Um, he had a stroke. He wasn't young.

And who was your doctor at RSM?

Um, Dr. Berridge. Murray Berridge.

Was there anything unusual about him?

He had a stutter.

Um, look, I-I really don't know what else to say.

It was an upper East Side fertility clinic.

Um, I didn't get the sense that I was being manipulated,

or that the doctors were being anything but professional.

And Lexis?

My daughter?

- Yeah. - What's the question?

Is she all right? Is she...

Demonic?

Okay, look.

We're getting serious about this fertility clinic, right?

A fertility clinic that might be responsible

for fostering psychopathic children.

Is the question whether or not

Lexis is showing signs of being a psychopath?

I am asking if your experience

at this fertility clinic was in any way

- out of the ordinary. - Not to my knowledge, Ben.

Great.

Okay.

Uh, this is what I suggest.

- We talk to Mathilda's mom... Mm-hmm.

And we find out whether she had

a different experience at RSM.

- Sound good? - Yeah. That sounds great.

Sure. - Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Vanessa, what happened?

She was angry. I-I didn't think

- she'd go this far, but she just started going crazy. - Who?

Maggie! She hated that I was going out.

She hated that I was ignoring her.

- She just started throwing things around. - Vanessa...

Shut up, Ben, I know what you're going to say.

Look, I-I'm here for you.

- She's real. She's here. - I know. I know.

I've accepted that. Okay?

Listen, um, one of my coworkers has connections, and...

Okay, let me just get some referrals

from some therapists from her that might help...

- I'm not crazy. - I know.

I know, I-I don't think you are.

But let me make a call.

No, I will.

This has gone too far.

Good. Good.

Vanessa, look, wherever you go, whoever you see,

I-I'll go with you. I'll take you there,

and I'll, and I'll be there when it's over.

Thank you.

I love you.

I, uh...

think I love you, too.

You think?

I'm sorry. Um... It's who I am.

I-I have to think it before I believe it.

Mm.

Were you able to visit Mathilda yet?

Not yet.

They say she burned down her foster parents' home,

but I just think it's a mistake.

Tammy, we wanted to ask you about your experience with RSM.

Yeah, the, uh, fertility clinic.

We were wondering, was there anything unusual about

your interactions with them?

What do you mean?

Well, did you worry about how they treated you?

No.

I mean, there was only one thing

that was a bit... rude.

They sent me this termination letter that I'd stopped paying

for my eggs to be stored.

I didn't know I'd stopped.

It was just weird, like... paying rent for human life.

When did this come? This letter?

About four years ago. Did you get one, too?

I don't know. I-I-I mean, I don't remember.

Tammy, was there anything about Mathilda as a baby

that was different?

No. She was great. Very healthy.

Except her teeth.

What was wrong with her teeth?

Nothing. She had... she had a few operations to mold them.

They were coming in very sharp.

Um, the dentist said she had these protruding canine teeth.

Did... uh, did I say something?

Okay, the packaging on all whitener strips says

ten minutes, but I do 45.

And you can do anything while you're wearing them,

like exercise, shop online...

Come on, Lex, I gotta go!

- I'm not done yet. - You're been in there for hours.

Stop exaggerating.

- I'm telling Mom! - Now, don't expect them

to turn white overnight, but eventually

you want is a smile like this.

Lexis, you okay in there?

Oh, my God, can I just get one minute to myself, please?!

Okay, this is what I call the eyeball test.

When you're talking to a best friend,

ask them "How do I look?"

And they'll be like, "You look great."

But watch pay attention to where their eyes go.

If they go to your nose, that's your problem area.

If they go to your mouth, it's your smile.

- This one or this one? - We need a bigger house!

- You look better in stripes. - You look better in pattern.

- It's just a party. - Then what are you so worried about?

Nothing. I just want to wear what's right.

- But your face is... - How do I look?

My turn.

Do a catwalk!

- Do a catwalk. - Yes!

Okay, you look good, but your hair is a mess.

All right, all right, can we turn it all down a notch?

There's a little too much daughter energy

going on right now.

I thought you liked daughter energy.

I thought so, too.

You wanted to have sons. I knew it.

Not all of you. Just two of you.

- -We know you like us. We all know it.

- It's obviously the younger one. - Yeah, exactly. She wanted us.

Hello, I'm right here. You know that, right, Lynn?

Hey, you don't want pizza.

We're going to have dinner later.

Why? Do you think I'm fat?

No. I just don't want you to ruin your appetite.

- How do I look? - How do you look?

Yeah. How do I look?

You look beautiful.

Thanks. You just told me.

Good.

Um, I checked the statements for,

uh, the storage fees for my eggs, 12 of them,

and I haven't paid anything in the last six years.

So you're calling for a status update?

Uh, sure, yeah.

One moment.

The accounting I have says you're all up to date,

and you're on the yearly, not the monthly plan.

Right, but I, but I haven't paid anything.

Oh, I see the discrepancy now.

There's another name on your account.

- Oh, is it Andy? Andy Bouchard? - No.

What's the other name on my account?

Unfortunately, I can't disclose that information over the phone.

But it's my account, my information.

- My eggs. - I understand your frustration, Ms. Bouchard,

but it's company policy to protect family heritages.

- But it's my family. - Again, I sympathize.

But that is our policy.

Please call back if you have any other questions.

When you said you were gonna call for help,

- I thought you meant therapy. - This is therapy.

No, therapists don't usually have signs

that say "psychic readings."

Whose phone is locked?

- Are you Miss Marie? - I am.

Isn't it illegal to unlock people's phones?

Are you the police?

You're the psychic. You can't tell me?

- I called about my sister issue. - Oh, yes.

Vanessa. Over here.

Miss Marie, could you give us a minute?

Yes. But please hurry. I'm booked solid.

Ben, this woman is going to help me

get rid of my sister, so could you please lighten up?

Look, let's make an agreement.

If she doesn't help you, then you let me make a call.

- To who? - To my friend who's a therapist.

You know, psychology.