Reborn

Kenny.

What you doing, buddy?

You say something?

Yeah.

I said what are you doing?

Nothing.

Lock up when you're done, all right?

Isn't she...

Isn't mother always right?

Do you want this role?

- Too much? - "Too much?"

The fact that you don't know, that concerns me.

You're the actor. You're supposed to know.

Have they confirmed the table-read yet?

I'm waiting for a call.

So, it could still fall through?

Lena,

are you sleeping?

I'm fine.

No, you're not fine.

It's been a decade since you had a real role.

That's my fault?

You were the one who gave me those auditions.

Those were the only auditions I could get you.

I want the old Lena back.

This is about your life.

The life you were supposed to have

before all that mess happened.

This is Bogdanovich.

This is the role that changes everything.

Do you get that?

I want you to call Dr. Hecht.

No, no, no. We've been all through this.

- I don't need any help. - I do.

I'll always be your friend, Lena.

But if you wanna keep me as your agent,

you'll call him.

Are you serious?

Listen. If you're not gonna try, why should I?

The reading is in four weeks. Don't blow it.

It's my birthday.

Did you say something?

Your hearing aid.

I said it's my birthday.

We don't celebrate birthdays, Tess.

It's against the rules.

- But you said you'd tell me. - Tell you what?

You know what.

And you know what you have to do

in order to get that information.

Please stop.

Today is my birthday.

And you promised you'd tell me.

What do you want me to tell you, Tess?

That you were left for dead

because nobody wanted you?

That's not true.

No one cared for you except for me and mother.

What else do you need to know?

I wanna know who my real mother is!

You know where to go to find that answer.

And you know what you need to do to get the combination.

You are a big girl now.

Maybe you're ready to learn how the real world works.

What are you doing?

Don't worry.

We're not really brother and sister.

No, Ken.

- It's okay, Tess. - No.

No, no, Ken.

No, stop, stop, stop.

Get out! Ow!

No, Ken, please.

Ken, stop. Stop!

Tess!

That's my room!

You're not allowed!

Tess!

Tess?

You're not supposed to do that.

Tess?

Tess!

You can't cut that off.

You're gonna hurt yourself.

Tess!

Hope.

What do we got?

Two deceased. One male, one female.

Both from the same family.

Upstairs.

Where's the other body?

In here.

Get CSI to bag this.

Oh, hey, Dory.

Confirmed.

You'll be reading with Bogdanovich himself.

Oh, my god.

Do you know who Gia Fontaine is?

Sure.

I'm sending her to your class.

Run your sides with her.

She has some real credits. And her dad's worth knowing.

Okay.

Hey, Dory.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

- I mean it. - Sure.

Everybody, I wanna introduce you

to a special guest we have today.

Please welcome her, Gia Fontaine.

Right.

The "not-so-cute" meet between mother and daughter.

Is it okay if I improvise?

- Do you know the scene? - I can already feel it.

But if you don't know what to feel...

Don't worry, I'm Method.

Oh.

Got it.

She's not as good as she thinks she is.

You're jealous.

Don't be a bitch.

I'm an agent.

And right now, you're being upstaged by a newbie.

Thanks.

Get your head in the game.

The audition Dory mentioned.

I know it's important to her, is it important to you?

Um, yeah.

I mean, I've been...

waiting for a part like this my entire career.

If you can call what I've had a career.

But the nightmares are getting worse.

And it all started when your baby was stillborn.

Sixteen years ago?

Yeah.

- You wanna tell me about it? - What's there to say?

Fetal abruption. The baby died.

That's very clinical.

What happened to the child?

I'm, I'm sorry I don't know what you mean.

She...

She was stillborn.

Did you donate her body, cremate it, have it buried?

Yeah, the hospital had her buried.

Where?

I don't know exactly.

You've never been to the grave?

No. And I don't really see why that matters.

I mean...

I thought your job was to make me feel better.

Making you feel better isn't my job, Lena.

It's yours.

We like causes, Lena.

That's why we have God and Satan, and...

the Tooth Fairy.

They give us a narrative that help us

make sense out of things that just don't make sense.

It's what your subconscious has done.

It's not rocket science.

It's just guilt.

The more you repress it, the worse it gets.

So, what am I supposed to do? Just...

Let it out and it'll get better?

You'll never get better,

unless you get some closure.

That will get you by but you were right,

it won't fix you.

What will?

Find out where your daughter was buried.

Visit her grave.

Cry. Be angry.

Be sad.

I'm sorry for wasting your time, Doctor.

Lena.

Despite what people think,

funerals aren't actually for the dead.

You know that, right?

Yeah.

You have to let yourself grieve, Lena.

Did you find the record number?

I'm so sorry, Ms. O'Neil.

I'm not sure where the mix up happened,

but there are no burial records.

What? What do you mean?

Well, here's the file, but there's nothing in it

besides a specimen record.

Specimen?

They accompany all donations.

You must have had her body donated.

No.

I absolutely did not.

Are you sure?

I mean, you said you weren't feeling well.

Postpartum is more than just not feeling well.

I'm sorry. I just...

I need to find her.

Where would she be if she wasn't buried?

The hospital used to have a lab in the basement.

It's being renovated right now,

but a lot of the specimen are still there.

Ma'am, where are you going? Ma'am?