Maya calls an emergency writers’ room.

Leo, method as ever, tries to hug her. Talia (real life: parents divorced three years ago) flinches. “Don’t,” she whispers. “You’re not my dad.”

The writers stare. One raises a hand: “What about the ‘new baby’ dynamic? Half-siblings?”

Most movies make the ex-spouse a cartoon obstacle—the jealous harpy or the deadbeat dad. But June isn’t a villain. She’s just exhausted.

Talia’s chin trembles. Then she leans into him—just slightly. The crew holds their breath.

The camera keeps rolling. Maya doesn’t cut.

Leo refuses to sit next to Samira. “No chemistry,” he says. Actually, he’s still texting his own ex-wife, who has custody of their dog.

Later, Talia’s real mother (who is June, remember) watches the playback. She’s quiet for a long time. Then: “My daughter never cries in front of men. She trusted him.”