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Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Erika.

I'm a slave to this vagina.

-Join the fucking club. -Hmm.

I think all this gum-chewing is giving me TMJ.

Oh, please.

My jaw's still sore from all the dick I sucked

in Laguna last weekend.

You know, I kind of thought this job

was gonna be a little bit more intellectually stimulating.

Oh, you're serious.

But I, like, seriously need the money,

so I guess beggars can't be choosers.

Wait, wait, wait.

-You don't have a trust fund? -Huh?

What are you, an orphan?

Hmm.

Oh, shit. Vikktor, twelve o'clock.

Elliot.

Erika would like to see you in her office.

Me?

Well, you know I hate criticism,

especially when it's accurate.

Art these days is all about more noise, more commotion,

otherwise you might as well be zombie-scrolling TikTok.

It's so "my cock's bigger than yours"

and it's so fucking boring.

And I'm bored. I'm bored. Bye.

Ugh, sorry about that.

Oh, no problem.

Elliot.

Yes.

How long have you been working for me now?

A little over a week, I think.

Wow. That long already.

And how are you liking it here?

-I love it. -Oh.

-I see you've signed your NDA. -Hmm?

In your application packet.

Yep. Yes. Uh-huh.

Well, we all think you're doing an excellent job here.

Oh, great.

But...

There is... There is something I need to speak with you about.

I wouldn't want you to take this the wrong way.

But the way you've been looking at me

has been making me feel uncomfortable.

What?

Don't pretend you haven't been flirting with me, Elliot.

And it is entirely inappropriate in the workplace.

Oh, my God.

I am so sorry.

I, um...

I don't even know what I've been doing, exactly,

but I promise, whatever it is, I-I will stop immediately.

As long as we're really on the same page about that.

I would love to be on the same page. Yes.

Okay. Oh, gosh.

Life... so fucking short. Don't you think?

Do you have a girlfriend?

What? I'm sorry. I...

Um, aren't you not supposed to ask questions like that?

I'm not.

Have I offended you?

No. No.

I just...

do... have a girlfriend.

Good. That helps.

You wouldn't get weird then.

Weird?

If we fucked.

So your relationship with your former employer

was initiated by her?

And you say it was primarily sexual in nature?

Uh-huh.

-What's that? -Yes.

-Am I a suspect here? -Depends.

Elliot, look. I realize it's been a long night,

but we really need you to tell us the whole story.

Okay. Yeah. I know. Um...

It started a couple months ago, when I was fresh out of school.

I was broke, and in desperate need of a job.

Sex and sexuality are central to my work

because as an artist I'm... I'm seeking pure truth.

You know, what lurks beneath the facades people hide behind.

What are you watching?

It's for my interview this afternoon.

What interview?

With her. Erika Tracy.

I'm interviewing to be her assistant at her studio.

You think her boobs are real?

When you fuck someone, even a one-night stand,

you're physically and emotionally naked.

There's no bullshit, no presentation.

That person knows you better than your mother

or your best friend ever will.

She's so good with words, right?

-She looks kind of evil. -I know.

Apparently, the rumor is that

she, like, fucked Vincent Gallo

at The Brown Bunny premiere in New York when she was 18.

Is it embarrassing that I think that's cool?

Only if you care that that's embarrassing.

Everyone has a persona they put on in public.

But during sex,

your most intimate, primal self is revealed.

That's what turns me on creatively.

Okay, remind me what the difference is

between this and porn.

You know, lighting, context.

Right.

So does this mean that you're gonna

pay your share of the rent for a change?

Uh, I mean I have to get the job first, but I hope so.

Yeah. Me too. I'm tired of supporting your lazy ass.

Did you eat my fucking yogurt again?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll get you more. I promise.

-Activia. -The green kind.

I know.

You got this, man.

Hi. I'm here for my 3:30 interview.

Elliot?

Should I give this to you or sh...

Sh... Should I...

Unless you'd rather stand for the entire interview.

No. No.

Oh, sorry. Here you go.

So. Tell me a little bit about yourself.

Well, I'm... My name's Elliot. Um...

I graduated from UCLA with a BFA in New Media...

That is all stuff in that resume, though.

-Why do you want to work here? -Oh, well, I love your work.

My early stuff or my recent work?

Uh... honestly, both.

Contemporary art is a scam, you know that, right?

Uh... Uh-huh.

The real art is convincing people

you're making something meaningful and complex,

when it's really just arbitrary masturbation.

I'm currently working on a photographic series

of nude men putting on make-up.

You should... You should pose for me.

Oh!

That's so flatter... No, no, no. I couldn't.

-No, it's not really my thing. -Are you ashamed of your body?

Oh, no. I wouldn't say that. I just...

You look bad without clothes on.

No, I look fine without clothes on.

-I don't know about that either. -Oh, is your dick a little...

-No, it's just not my thing. -It's okay.

-No, I don't know why... -It's fine, if it is.

No. My... It's not my... No, my dic...

Oh! Sorry. I don't mean to say "dick."

That's a rude thing to say in an interview.

Oh, my God.

Calm down. I am fucking with you. Wow.

I would never say anything that inappropriate.

You... Okay. Okay.

The, uh, door has been open the entire time

if you haven't noticed, as per the woke police, so...

Feel free to run away any time.

Um... No.

-I'm good. -Yeah.

Can never be too careful.

It's a good thing you have a sense of humor though,

'cause otherwise, this is definitely

not the place for you.

Yeah. So, I'm...

I'm getting that, yeah.

Okay, you're hired.

-Really? -Yeah.

Holy sh... Wow.

Yeah, this was just a formality.

-Oh, my God. -But, you just...

You need to just... loosen up. You're very tightly wound.

And a little loud.

Uh, yeah. No problem. I can 100% do that.

All right.

-Bye-bye. -Is it... Okay.

Um... I... Oh, I... Uh, thanks.

Thank you. Honestly.

So Erika began grooming you the day that you met her?

"Grooming" is kind of a loaded word.

I mean, our relationship was 100% consensual,

and, I mean, the attraction was definitely mutual.

Plus, she was only 14 1/2 years older than I was.

Erika was your employer, though.

Yes. Yeah, but, in a weird way, that dynamic is kind of what...

what made it so hot.

I mean, it was... you know, it was forbidden.

It was... against society's rules.

So are you saying you didn't find it suspicious

that out of all the qualified applicants,

Erika hired you for the position right on the spot?

How awesome is that? My first post-college job!

Awesome. You're a pretentious artist's peon.

Well, Erika's actually not pretentious at all.

She's really cool and...

What are you studying?

My neuropharmacology exam is this Friday.

What?

I thought maybe we could have some celebration sex.

We just had sex 11 days ago.

Unlike some people, I've got actual work to do

and I can't accomplish anything

with you constantly draining my chi energy.

-Come on, Doctor. Please? -You're a sex addict.

Sex addiction's a myth. I read it on the Internet.

Oh, Elliot.

I want you so bad.

Please fuck my brains out...

with your legendary, rock-hard...

You know, because of you,

I've been masturbating a lot more than usual.

And, uh, I think I'm getting claw hand.

-Is that the medical term? -Yep. I Googled it.

Well, luckily, that's why God invented porn.

So women like me can make the world go round

while you men jerk off.

You precocious geniuses all know how to chew gum, yes?

Fantastic.

You're going to chew each piece until it is soft and juicy

and you are going to stick it on this canvas

in the clearly demarcated areas.

And no matter what, do not go outside of the lines.

Got it?

What are you wait for? Start chewing.

What an insufferable cunt.

Sorry.

Welcome to the hipster sweatshop. I'm Zap.

-Zach? -Zap. Like a raygun.

-Oh. Cool. Yeah. Elliot. -Mmm.

Sorry. It's just my first day. I'm a little nervous.

What for?

We're just mindless cows chewing cud in a pasture.

So, uh, you're an artist too?

I do a pornographic blog

about a semi-fictional G-chat conversation I'm having

with a priest I have never met that lives in Mexico City.

-You? -Uh...

I'm contemplating starting a podcast.

-Ah. -Yeah.

I have a very, like, active imagination.

You know?

You think Erika's hot?

Uh, I guess.

Do you?

She's a fucking goddess.

But she has a real vadge though, which is where I draw the line.

But I know someone who has had sex with someone

who was in an orgy with her once.

-Really? An orgy? -Uh-huh.

Whoa.

-You never been in one, huh? -No, I haven't. Have you?

This morning.

Wow. So you're... pan then, or I guess...

No, Elliot.

I am fucking gay.

None of this no-label amorphous bullshit for me.

-You? -Well, I have a girlfriend.

But I definitely feel identified with the... the queer community.

You ever suck a dick?

No, I haven't.

Well, look at that. You're straight.

-Oh, is that what it is? -Elliot.

Oh, my God. Sorry. The gum hit the back of my...

Are you okay?

Great. Do you have a car?

-Yep. -I need you to follow me home,

'cause there's something I need you to move for me.

Put your number in here. I'll text you the address.

Are you coming, or...?

-Hello. Elliot. -Sorry. Yes. No, I can... Yeah.

Tip it. Lift it up.

Good. Now just be careful.

I paid a small fortune for that thing.

Just... careful.

All right. Uh...

Just on the ground over there.

-Sorry? Oh. -Yeah.

I could have done it myself, but I don't do manual labor, so...

Yeah.

Mmm.

-What do you think? -Of?

-The... -Oh, I, uh, like it.

Why?

It's very... succinct.

Succinct.

I paid 20 thousand dollars for that,

and that's the best thing you can come up with?

Why'd you buy it anyway?

Yesterday you said contemporary art's, what, a scam?

I don't know, I just say bullshit sometimes

to see if anyone's listening.

I'm gonna have a Spindrift. You want one?

Uh, yeah, a Spindrift sounds great. Thanks.

My issue with art today is that

people care more about the celebrity status of the artist

than the work itself,

so then the actual art becomes just

a trace element of the trajectory of fame.

Why'd you become an artist anyway?

How much time do you have?

You're the one paying me.

-Not much, though, right? -No.

Okay, good. Sit.

Here.

-Oh, no, thanks. -Oh, just have one.

Boys your age look so hot with a cigarette.

You should have one. Trust me.

Have you read Harold Robbins?

-Uh, sorry, who? -Harold Ro... Oh, God.

He's as much a part of the Sexual Revolution

as the pill or Playboy.

I found that

stashed in my mother's nightstand when I was a kid,

and it literally changed my life.

-Really? -Mmm.

It introduced me to unbridled Helmut Newton-style hedonism.

Inspired me to become a good, sexually-liberated citizen.

Unlike your uptight generation, by the way.

Oh. What do you mean?

I read an article the other day.

It said 30% of guys your age

haven't had intercourse in a year.

They'd rather watch porn or play fucking video games.

-It's complicated. -Complicated?

Gen Z's all about FOMO,

and yet you're willing to miss out

on the sexual prime of your life?

I think my peers have not been well-served

growing up in a time where nothing feels safe or okay.

And since our formative years were spent

lacking in-person socialization,

it's challenging for some to make eye-contact,

let alone have sex.

But what is with this bummer veil

cast over everything fun or exciting?

Not to mention the dickbags on TikTok who are like,

"Don't hold hands in front of me. I didn't consent to that."

Well, I, uh,

a lot of zillenials had parents and teachers

who would completely remove them from anything

that made them feel uncomfortable so...

Being outside your comfort zone is the whole fucking point!

How else do you gonna learn from your mistakes and grow?

Sure, people should make informed decisions

and not get AIDS or pregnant or whatever,

but sex is everything.

It forges us as human beings.

I would not be the person I am today

without my carnal experiences.

Good, bad, men, women, "other."

Your time is now, kids, you know? Get it while you can.

Mmm-hmm.

-Sorry. I'm rambling. -Nope!

It's just retro sex negativity gets me so fucking worked up.

No, I to... I, uh... I totally get it.

Oh, fuck. I have a Zoom thing in five minutes.

Oh, uh...

You can find your way back to the studio, right?

Uh, yeah, of course. Thank you.

-Oh, borrow it. -Really?

Yeah. Take it.

Okay, cool.

Your entire generation is a bunch of

whiny, repressed weaklings.

Yeah.

You're all dying to fuck,

but you're too chickenshit to admit it, aren't you?

-Uh-huh. -Aren't you?

Yeah. Yeah.

-Aren't you? -Uh-huh.

Aren't you?

-Yes. Yes. -Aren't you?

-Aren't you? -Yes.

Aren't you? Aren't you?

Aren't you? Aren't you? I said, "Aren't you?"

After Erika loaned you the book, then what happened?

Well, she kind of just... left me hanging.

How so?

She was giving me the silent treatment all week.

I mean, so much so that I thought any spark we had

was just my imagination.

-What a colossal cocktease. -I know! Right?

I mean, it is probably for the best.

I do have a girlfriend.

-But... -Oh! Oh, that's right. I forgot.

Look.

Does she even like you?

Well, I mean... I don't know. She ki...

She treats me like shit most of the time.

I don't know. You know... Minerva and I, on paper,

doesn't really make sense. She's in medical school.

She's super ambitious, she's focused.

-And, you know, I'm just... -Utterly lost and adrift?

I was gonna say "figuring my shit out" but...

-Potato, po-tah-to. -Yeah.

Also, she doesn't really like sex.

Yeah. Can I ask you a question?

No, I won't fuck you to see if you like it.

In a relationship, you know,

do you think about other people sexually?

I'm gay. We basically invented non-monogamy.

And anal.

I'm a slave to this vagina.

If we fucked.

If you're not interested, that's actually... that's fine.

I don't really care.

It's probably a bad idea anyway.

I'm not sure I heard you right.

So you are interested then?

You wouldn't freak out and make working together impossible?

No, I wouldn't freak out. Would you freak out?

-No. Not at all. -Okay.

Why don't you close that door for me?

That's better.

Come over here so I can take a better look at you.

Oh, don't walk.

I'd really prefer if you crawled.

Crawl...

-No! -Yes.

-No! -I swear.

Why does all the cool sex deviant stuff

always happen to you?

What are you talking about?

I don't know. Doesn't Minerva get like super kinky sometimes?

That would be never.

She should probably just kill herself.

I've always said that about her.

I mean, listen, me and Minerva have our differences, yes,

but she's a good presence in my life.

I don't know. She grounds me.

Plus, she's fuckin' hot, dude.

She's like, what AI would generate

if you told it "total bitch."

Right. Just my type.

I don't even know what my type is anymore.

It's like lately I'm weirded out by the whole penis thing.

You know?

Like, is it just me, or does having sex, fucking somebody,

it kind of feels like you're inserting a tampon

over and over and over again?

I-I wouldn't know.

But I would venture to say it's probably just you.

If only, like, there was a way to have sex...

Uh-huh.

Without the whole penis thing involved, you know?

Anyway.

When are you hooking up with Erika again?

I don't know, dude.

Do I really want to be Monica Lewinskying my boss?

E, she's famous.

You could be famous by association.

Like Travis Kelce.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

God. Stop pretending like you have a conscience.

Ooh!

Yes.

-Louder! -I'm a whore.

-I can't hear you. -I'm a whore!

I'm a whore!

-Louder! -I'm a whore! I'm a whore!

-I'm a whore! -Louder!

I'm a whore!

Holy fuck.

Oh, my God.

Whoo!

Please, please, please.

Oh, um...

-I'm not really into that. -It's okay.

It doesn't mean you're gay. Have you ever tried it?

-Uh... -I'm using a ton of lube.

And you can use your safe word if you get into trouble.

Uh...

We don't have a safe word.

Whatever. You're gonna love it. It's gonna change your life.

Don't you trust me?

-Yeah? -Okay.

Ready? Just breathe.

Relax. I'm gonna go really, really slow.

That's good.

Just breathe.

Breathe. Dude, just relax.

Good.

I was in way over my head.

And it was like the more I would hang out with Erika,

the more under her control I became.

And how did that make you feel?

-Thankful. -Thankful?

You said that your relationship had a violent undercurrent.

That Erika physically abused and humiliated you.

Listen, I understand as an outsider

it might seem like our relationship was a bit

I don't know, kinky or strange.

But, I mean,

these were my wildest fantasies coming to life.

-Hey! -Oh, God.

Is that how you always greet people?

What?

Smiling all huge and artificial like some cyborg cheerleader

-Want one of these? -What is it?

It's fucking dried fruit. I don't know.

Not papaya but one of the other gay ones.

I'm okay, thank you.

Mmm. What are you doing?

Um, well, I'm drafting your press release

for the show next week.

Erika.

I left that cost report on your desk.

Okay.

We have the meeting with the accountant at 2:30.

Great!

-Go on. -Right. Um...

Uh, "Tracy's work is uncommonly visceral",

riffing on themes of bodily and sex... sexual excess.

Her singular ability to blend the profane

with the deeply poetic has...

made her one of the most essential neo-pop artists

"of her generation."

You make me sound like I know what I'm doing.

What are you talking about?

You're brilliant.

Cancel my phoner with that d-bag from Art Forum

and, uh, meet me in my office, okay?

Okay.

Oh, hey, Vikktor.

Don't... think you're the only one.

-What? -You're not the first.

You won't be the last.

Hey.

Hi. Um...

What is that?

Come. Come here.

Yeah.

-Is this, uh... -I was masturbating before work

and got so inspired.

So I recorded it to play on a loop

as a soundtrack for a video installation.

Oh. Okay.

-Cool. -It's abstract, babes.

God, sometimes you're such a philistine.

Ohh.

What's wrong?

-Come. -I ca... Come on.

Just sit down.

-It's nothing. -Ohh.

Are you sure?

Can I tell you something embarrassing?

Mm-hmm. Of course.

I think about you all the time.

Like, from the moment I wake up till when I go to sleep,

it's like I can't change the channel.

Well, you're my sub, so...

that's perfectly normal.

Oh, you look so adorable when you're nervous.

Really?

You know, earlier,

when you were reading me that thing you wrote about me?

Mm-hmm.

I felt like maybe I was falling in love with you.

Are you serious?

No, I just said that to fuck with you.

Do you ever think about me?

I think we have incredible chemistry.

Mm, no. I-I mean do you think about our relationship?

Am I more than just a piece of ass to you?

Well, I did tell you that I don't want a relationship.

Plus, you have... you have a girlfriend.

I know. I'm thinking about breaking up with her.

What? No. Why?

Because I really just want to be with you.

Listen.

Can I let you in on a secret?

People are assholes. Okay?

They're out there pretending to give a shit.

Nobody gives a shit. People only care about themselves.

So if you find someone that you care about,

who cares about you back, that's... that's special.

That's something you should think twice about

-before you throw it away. -I know but,

if what me and Minerva have is so special,

then why am I cheating on her?

Oh, because you're like me. You're... a sexual astronaut

just exploring the outer limits of experience.

And fucking people gives you a sense of identity and control.

How do you know all of this?

Well, 'cause I've been in therapy since I was six.

-You almost done? -Getting there.

You're supposed to say "thank you" when I hit you.

Thank you.

Uh... You're welcome?

Uh...

-Thank you. -Uh-huh.

Thank you.

-Thank you. -Mmm.

Thank you. Thank you.

Are you getting close?

You just come.

I don't think I'm gonna be able to right now.

Thank you. Oh, thank you.

-Ah? -Thank you.

You know, uh, just try it. I want us to come together.

Thank you. Thank you.

Mmm. Ah.

Thank you? Thank you.

-Thank you. -Ah.

-Oh, my God. -Ah.

-Are you getting there? -Uh, yeah. Mm-hmm. Ah.

You're so hot, you make me wanna do crazy things.

Oh.

-Oh. -This is good, right?

-Oh, my God. -So good.

Mmm.

I made you breakfast in bed, baby.

I wanna make you breakfast every day...

-Okay. -for the rest of my life.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Have you ever thought about having kids?

Mmm. Ohh.

-Ohh. -Ohh.

That was insane.

Yeah.

Hello?

Why aren't you answering? I called you three times.

I'm sorry. I didn't hear it. I'm running.

From who?

Listen, I have an old friend from Paris in town

and I'm busy working.

Okay...

I forgot her birthday last week,

so I need you to go over there and fuck her

as a belated present.

What? Are you serious?

As Wolf Blitzer.

She's at the London, expecting you at 9:00.

Tonight? I'm not... I'm not home, Erika.

Also, I'm really sweaty. I just...

Don't be late.

And screw her real good, but don't let her penetrate you.

She's not that close a friend.

Oh. Her name's Yvette.

All right.

Erika. Erika!

Is this trying too hard?

You look like an assassin in a Netflix Yakuza movie.

Is that good or bad?

What if I just wear a T-shirt? I'm basically saying,

"Hey, I'm casually wearing a T-shirt."

You know, you should really stop running.

Haven't you ever heard of jogger-face?

-No. What's that? -It's like when you run,

and you're constantly bouncing up and down

and it pulls all the skin on your face away from your muscles

so you end up having disgusting, saggy flesh

hanging off your skull. And it's like...

jogger-face.

So you should stop running.

Or wear a jockstrap on your face.

God, why is it that no random European stranger

ever flies into town to fuck me?

My life is so beige.

Hi. I'm...

Elliot?

Yeah. That's right. Elliot. Yes.

Yvette.

I'm so glad you could make it.

Come in.

Would you like some wine?

Uh, yeah. Sure. Wine would be great.

It's a white Burgundy.

2016 Château de Beauregard.

-Oh. -This is okay for you?

I am used to drinking Two Buck Chuck from TJ's, so yes.

Sorry. My English.

This is great.

Well, this is a bit awkward.

Yeah. I feel like we're in a porno or something.

What?

Uh, you know, you're, the, uh, sexy executive

here on a business trip,

and I'm just... the naive bellhop.

I don't know.

Anyway, Erika thought we should meet.

She's always surrounded herself with such interesting people.

A curator of personalities, I like to say.

And what do you do for her, Elliot?

Um, well, I think...

tonight, the question really is...

what can I do for you?

What are you doing?

Whatever you want. I'm your boy whore for the evening.

-Oh, really? -Uh-huh.

Do you wanna slap me?

You can slap me if you want.

Do you know what "eroticism" is?

It's, uh, being turned on?

No.

Really?

Americans treat sex like it's an animal act.

Stripped of sensuality,

of mystery.

Crawling on your hands and knees?

Reciting this cheap, pornographic script?

This is not erotic.

This is performance.

-Get up off the floor. -Okay.

Sex is not something you do.

It's not?

No. It's a language.

It's a dance.

Do-Do you mind?

Very good wine.

Okay.

You need to slow down.

Mm-hmm.

Be in your body.

Be in my body.

Maybe you should just go.

What?

I'm not going to fuck you

You're not?

Never in a million years.

Did she really say "sex is a dance?"

This is why I fucking hate Europe.

Uh, I'm sorry. Did I fuck it up?

No. Babe, no.

It's not your fault that she's such a fucking prude.

If she contacts you again, no more.

She's lost her privileges.

I really don't think we'll have to worry about that.

But okay.

Um...

Would you mind if we do this

with another one of your friends?

I kind of like being your toy that you pass around

and "share" I guess.

Yeah, we'll see. Not for a while though.

-Why not? -Mmm.

Because I said so.

All right. I gotta get back to work.

Um...

Do you wanna have dinner tonight?

Dinner? Like a real date?

Yeah, baby. Like a real date.

Re... Ye-Yeah. Yeah.

-Okay. -Yeah. That'd be nice.

-How's your girlfriend, Minnie? -Oh, Minerva?

-That's right. -She's all right, I guess.

-Ooh. -It's... It's just, um...

She's been super busy and stressed recently.

Also, we just go through life, you know, differently.

She's way more wrapped up in science

and I think just thinks art's superficial.

-Wow. -Yeah.

-A dullard. -Yeah, yeah.

Maybe.

You should remind her that art

cuts through the bullshit of every single day.

It connects us to the core emotions

that actually make us human:

ecstasy, fear, desire

Artists see things other people don't.

Have you always been this way, or...?

-A pretentious whore from hell? -Ah.

Yeah. Pretty much.

You sub for your girlfriend too?

Mentally and emotionally, yes. But I...

Uh, no. Not in the bedroom.

Yeah, sex is kind of a minefield for me.

In what way?

Well...

Right after I was born, my dad left.

So I was pretty much just raised by my mom.

By the way, I'm so sorry. Let me know if I'm boring you.

-No. Not at all. -Okay.

Um...

all my life, I've kind of been this curious kid,

like, living in my own world.

But also plagued by fear and the desire for normalcy.

But with you, I actually don't have to make any decisions,

I've just found this amazing freedom

in just letting go of control.

I know.

You're welcome.

-Where's your ticket? -Oh, I didn't valet.

-I just parked on the street. -What?

Dude. Even when I was poor,

I valeted everywhere all the time.

-Fake it till you make it. -Okay. Point taken.

Can you hold this for a second?

I... have to go back to the salt mines.

Oh, you don't want me to come over?

The opening's next week, so...

as much as I would love to come for the next three hours...

She gets what I mean.

I can't. I gotta work.

You don't really give a shit

what people think about you, do you?

Why would I? Most people are idiots and cowards. So...

Yeah, I just wish I could stop caring so much

about other people's opinions.

Well, that's your thing.

You're the guy who loves a spiked heel

just grinding into his back.

-That's my thing? -Yeah.

That's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me. So...

Aw. Well, you know that's what I'm here for.

Yeah.

Good night, baby.

Night.

Erika played me like a violin.

She knew just how far she could push me

and had me doing things I never even dreamed of.

I mean, we were outlaws.

Just the two of us against the oppressive, puritanical world.

Sounds like you were obsessed with her.

Yeah. I-I was.

Sorry about cancelling tonight.

We're kind of, uh, slammed

getting ready for the show next week.

Oh, were we supposed to do something? I was studying.

For... For a change, right?

Um, is it okay if stop by?

I'm kind of in your neighborhood.

I told you. I'm studying.

Yeah. I just sort of wanted to talk to you about something.

Can't you do it over the phone?

Yeah. I just thought, um...

All right. Um...

I was wondering. Have you ever...

Have I ever what?

Are you drunk or something?

I had a little bit of wine earlier, but I'm not drunk.

I... No.

I just... Have you ever thought about us...

-taking a break? -Yeah. All the time.

-Really? -I mean, if that's what you want

it makes sense with me being so busy and all.

So, uh, last night, I talked to Minerva about taking a break.

You know, she seemed pretty okay with it.

-So she dumped you, you mean. -No, did you hear what I said?

What do you think's going on?

I heard Vikktor is freaking out about the show

because the studio is on life support,

and Erika has been slacking off.

-Okay. -Rumor has it...

that she's been too busy banging one of the assistants.

So, what do we wanna do for lunch?

-Uh... -Anywhere is fine.

Except I am not doing meat, soy,

dairy, gluten or sugar this week.

-Or corn. -You're a blast at lunch.

Elliot.

Erika would like to see you in her office.

Now.

Hi.

Hey, uh, come on in.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, Vikktor's just on the fucking rag again. Um, listen...

He and I were chatting,

and we are in agreement

that you and I should probably cool it for a while.

What? Why?

The... show's right around the corner. I-I need to focus.

I just need to eliminate any and all unnecessary distractions.

Okay. Um...

For how long?

At least till the show is over.

Um, uh...

Really? I just...

I understand you have to concentrate on your work.

I realize that this is the priority. But...

What we have, us, right, it's... it's special, right?

Sure, but it's strictly a sex thing.

You understand that, right?

Uh, you say sex is everything, so...

Yeah, well, sex is everything. It's also nothing, Elliot.

Actually, I don't have time to discuss it right now.

So...

Thank you.

Okay.

I'm really gonna miss you.

I know.

Hello, everybody, I'm Elliot.

I'm 23.

And like a lot of people my age,

I've had conflicted and confusing feelings about sex.

Anyway, I met a girl recently,

who... kinda rocked my world.

Sexually, you know, speaking.

And... she's changed me

in ways that I probably can't even comprehend yet.

But sex is a drug, man. I mean...

the highs are so intense.

They bring you to such a euphoric out-of-body place.

It's like you leave reality and all your troubles behind.

Which makes the lows feel fuckin' bottomless.

Such black, hopeless despair

that will make you do anything for another fix.

Nothing else matters.

It's like any other addiction, I guess.

You have to learn how to control it,

otherwise, it ends up controlling you.

-Hello? -Okay, I'll fuck you tonight.

But you have to bring someone to hold your ass open for me.

What?

I said I wanna have a threesome, but it has to happen quick.

Are you in or are you out?

Uh, no. I-I... I'm in.

Okay. Meet me at my place at 9:00.

With a friend.

Who is hot.

What?

How long have we been best friends?

You're not paying rent again?

What if Erika's not into me?

Oh, no. Dude, I already sent her a pic. Don't worry.

-What? Which one? -This one.

No! I look like a garden gnome in this picture!

-No! You look so cute! My God. -What'd she say?

Uh... She...

Like, "she'll do."

Oh, I need to be way more drunk.

I know. Me too, me too, me too.

Do you ever fake orgasms?

Well, I'm a dude.

So...

My hair looks like a giant tarantula's

crawling out of my skull!

Wait, um...

Does this mean, like, we're... you and me are gonna...

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Maybe.

I've never had a threesome before. Have you?

Freshman year, I messed around with that lesbian couple,

Mutt and Jeff. Does that count?

Eww, really?

Well I bowed out because they were both on their periods.

-Why are you telling me this? -I know.

It's disgusting.

Okay, so, just full disclosure,

okay, I haven't had, like, sex in a while.

What's a while?

I don't know. Like, since Felix.

So, like, probably a year or something?

A year! Apple?

-Wha...? -I'm so sorry. Are you...?

Why are you reacting like I just told you I had a brain tumor?

Stop.

He-ey.

Hi, guys. Come in.

Okay.

Can I get you anything?

-No, I think we're okay, thanks. -Mmm.

You can have a seat. If you'd like.

-Okay. Mmm. -Yeah.

I like your friend. You're very hot.

-Oh, thank you. -She's got nice tits too.

-Elliot! -It's okay. It's okay.

May I?

Okay.

Mmm.

-Beautiful. -Thank you.

Hmm.

Mmm.

So, you're gay.

What? No. No.

-Oh. -Mm-mmm.

Get a clue.

Well, you're a very good kisser. Gentle.

Not like Elliot. Elliot kisses with his mouth wide open,

like he's just trying to suck the whole world in.

No, I don't.

No, I'm not saying that's a bad thing.

That's just how you kiss.

Why don't you just show Apple? Why don't you demonstrate?

-What? -Yeah.

-No. -Um...

I ju-

Okay, um... yeah.

Um...

Sorry.

Mm.

I...

Should we follow her?

-Uh, who? -Erika.

-Uh, yeah. -Right? Right?

Yeah. Have you... I mean, me too?

-No, of course. -Oh. Did you... Okay.

Uh, hmm.

Wow. You guys really took your time.

Okay, here's what's gonna happen.

Elliot, take your clothes off. Apple, get on the bed.

Now!

-Hand. -What?

-Turn around. -Oh.

Ow. The cuffs are hurting me.

Quit fucking whining.

Okay.

You are gonna sit here like a good little pervert

and watch while I fuck your friend.

Hmm.

This sucks. The cuffs are hurting my wrists.

I think Elliot wants to be untied.

-No, he's fine. -I'm not fine. I'm so bored.

Oh, my God. Shut the fuck up!

I told you to stop whining.

Wouldn't it be fun if you fucked me too?

-No. -Why?

Because you're a greedy little slut

and you can't always get what you want.

You. Come here.

Blindfold him.

-Really?! -Ugh, yes!

Apple, this is all part of the game.

And Elliot loves this. He thinks it's wonderful.

No, I do...

Mmm.

-Ah. -Mmm.

-Erika, stop. -Oh!

-This isn't funny anymore. -Oh! God!

Fine. You wanna get fucked...

you can get fucked.

-Put this on. -Uh, um...

Mmm.

Okay. Okay. Come on.

Ow, fuck, did you just bite my fuckin' lip?

This is... Apple, just stop. I'm so sorry.

This was such a fuckin' stupid crazy fuckin' idea.

Why? Are... Are you grossed out by me or something?

What? No. What are you talking about?

You... You'll fuck anyone and everyone,

but I'm not good enough for you?

No, Apple, where is this coming from? Who are you?

I'm so... I just... Please, just wait a second, okay?

-No, no. Don't touch me. -I'm sorry.

I don't know why I even came here.

I can't believe I let you talk me into this!

Apple, I didn't know it was gonna be...

I'm so sorry. Don't go. Please!

So, what's happening right now is very special.

You both are entering into what's known as sub-space.

See, you, Apple and I just...

we went through something very intense together.

And you're having extreme emotional reactions.

See, this is what S&M is all about.

Are you fucking crazy? Why are you doing this?

-Because you like it, baby. -I don't like it!

I don't even know if I like you!

-Okay. Whatever. -I mean...

-Apple, Apple, just one second. -No. No!

Who do you think you are?

You just can't fuckin' toy with people's emotions

for your own sick game, you know?

Go ahead. Run away like a scared little boy.

You'll be back.

Uh, actually, sir, can we, um...

Can we make one more stop?

Oh.

Did you ever love me?

Uh, what are you doing here?

I'm trying to talk to you.

But, we're not together anymore.

No, I know. But we need to talk.

It's late, and you're obviously wasted.

Uh, yeah.

Seriously, Elliot. Let's not do this right now.

It's never a good time for you.

Why were you such a shitty fuckin' girlfriend?

Excuse me?

You never wanted to hang out or have sex with me.

Which is basically the whole point

of being in a relationship.

You knew exactly what you signed up for.

I told you from the very beginning

that until I finish my postdoc, my work comes first...

Don't you think, because we're both so emotionally stunted

and suck at communicating, that actually,

we're, I don't know, maybe perfect for each other?

What? Are you fucking kidding me right now?

-Can I come in? -No.

Please. Just let me come in.

I'm not gonna try to have sex with you or anything.

-Elliot, just... -I'm not gonna try and fuck you.

-Elliot, go home! -Please.

Babe? What the fuck is going on?

Oh.

I was totally circling the drain.

My two most important relationships,

my girlfriend, and my best friend,

were trashed beyond repair.

A-and I really just had no one to blame but myself.

You didn't blame Erika? Considering how she treated you?

Seems like you would be angry or resentful.

Sure, Erica led me down the path of my destruction,

but at the end of the day, everything I did

was always my choice.

I mean, you wanna know the sickest part?

It's the fact that even though all of this happened,

I still wanted to be with her.

This is the kind of fucked up, intense,

state of mind I was in.

Uh, hey, man, I really can't thank you enough, I mean, I-I,

I swear to you, I'll be out of here as soon as I can,

I already asked my mom for a loan.

Oh, that's great,

because you're already kinda cramping my style.

-Oh. -You know, I have a hook up

coming over

-in about half an hour. -Okay.

-So... Mm-hmm. -Oh! Okay. Um...

Well, I can grab a cup of coffee or something.

Honestly, I don't really care what you do

as long as you're not here.

How long, do you think?

It's gotta be a quickie 'cause I've a real date later tonight.

Okay. Yeah.

Is it too much to ask to take a shower before?

-Eh, just, make it fast. -Okay.

Mm-hmm.

-You'll find it... Yeah. -Sorry, sorry.

Also, can you use the guest towel?

It's the one that says "guest" on it.

Copy.

Things were looking very bleak.

It definitely seemed like I'd hit rock bottom.

But I just had no idea

how much worse my life was gonna become.

Ugh. That woman over there looks like a foot.

I'm fucking starving.

-I'm sorry, do you mind? -Uh, don't.

Why?

Grabbing food off of a tray is disgusting.

Yeah, except I haven't eaten lunch.

I think you're gonna love it, you're one of the first people

-I thought of when Erika was... -Whoa. Oh, my God.

You're Laquisha Foxx.

-my name is... -But he's an assistant.

What you have to do is see Erika's newest work.

It, it's everything. It's dangerous.

I don't know. I'm not sure I get it.

It's like Pornhub meets the bottom of our son's sneaker.

Hon. Don't be a vulgarian.

Well then, please, Erika. Enlighten us.

What does it all mean?

Fuck if I know. It means money in my bank account, guys.

-Oh! -That's all I care about.

Thank you.

Oh! Oh, Elliot. Wait one second. Elliot!

Elliot.

-Hi. -Hi.

Oh, my god. There you are.

I've been looking for you literally everywhere.

Guys, this is Elliot.

Elliot, meet my very good friends from New York,

the Bruces.

Hi. Hi, hi. Hello, hi, nice to meet you.

-Hello, Elliot. -Okay, guys, have fun. Go roam.

Drink for free, buy everything, thank you.

Thank fucking God,

I thought my face was gonna crack off from fake smiling.

Hi! Oh...

Okay. I'm sorry about the other night.

I think I was,

I think I was more stressed about the show than I thought

and, um, I'm sorry.

Thank you...

But it's going really well, right?

I feel like it's going really well.

-Yep. Yeah. -Yeah, okay.

This is what I want to do.

I want you to go to the ladies' room.

I want you to wait in the furthest stall

for three minutes.

And then I'm gonna come in and fuck you with this dildo.

No. Are you drunk? No.

Wha...? Don't be a buzzkill;

it's gonna be fun.

And also, this is technically a work-related event, so...

-I am paying you. -Mm-hmm.

So you have to do what I say.

I mean, that's, like, gotta be sexual harassment or something?

Oh, aww.

Come on, baby.

Please?

Thing is, that I'm just,

I'm really, really wet just thinking about it, so.

Erika?

Erika.

I'd like to introduce you to Margaret Epstein. From MoMA.

Wow, yes. It is such a pleasure.

We... We've chatted on the phone but never in person.

Really, Erika, I am such a fan.

Oh, my God. Thank you.

You are more than an artist.

You are a psychologist of the human condition.

You know what?

I absolutely agree with you.

Right?

Right?

The new work, though.

-Yes. -I must say.

I'm not so sure it's up to par.

Well, I... I...

do always strive to... break new ground creatively.

-Erika never plays it safe. -Yeah. Mm-hmm.

And she never repeats herself. That's what makes her iconic.

Hmm.

And I'm going to show you a piece

that illustrates that right over here.

Come this way. Come this way.

Even more than an artist, I sort of think of myself

as a... psychologist of the human condition.

You know?

Elliot.

Erika?

I don't even wanna know

what you're doing in the women's bathroom, okay?

-You need to get... -Oh, my God.

-your shit together. -Yeah.

And you gotta come with me. Right now. Let's go. Come on.

Is that you?

Elliot.

You gotta think about this, okay?

Just think it through. Think it through.

Oh, my God.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Uh... I'm sorry, sir, can I help you?

What?

Are you joking?

Erika, that video was just supposed to be for...

Ours. That was supposed to be for us.

I trusted you with that

and then you go and put it in your show without my consent.

Sorry, sir, you seem to be quite drunk.

I don't know if you... if you need any assistance.

I get that you've done fucked up shit before, right?

But this on a whole new level of fucked up-ness.

Hey, excuse me. What's, uh...

-Something, is something wrong? -Yeah, I don't know.

This man seems to be having some sort of psychotic episode.

Erika, you can't.

You cannot just act like some kind of god up in the sky

and none of your actions,

you know, have any ramifications.

-You can't just do that. -Sir? Sir.

Please, Erika. No, Vikktor, stop.

-Talk to me, Erika. -Sir.

He's on drugs, you need to get him out of here.

-Go fuck yourself. -Hey, hey.

-Go fuck yourself. -All right. Hey!

Fuck you, Erika.

-Go fuck yourself! -Go!

Get the fuck outta here!

Well.

That... that was entertaining.

Never a dull moment. Right?

Okay.

What was I saying?

"Is Erika Tracy over?"

As if the art on display last night

was not proof enough

that this tired old whore is done-zo,

an enraged former boy toy... That's you...

exploded in her face at her own party.

Say buh-bye, bee-atch.

That's not even the worst one, you should read

-what the fucking Times said. -Yeah, no. I get it. I get it.

I drank a little bit too much last night.

Didn't we all? After you left,

I gave a fat guy half a hand job in the parking lot.

Aw, fuck.

-What? -Ah, Vikktor fired me.

Mm.

Are you surprised?

I guess not.

Well, don't feel too special.

With Erika officially past her sell-by date,

I think it's safe to say

we are all on the chopping block.

Thank God I don't really need to work anyway.

Oh, head's up. I am having a Grindr party-slash-orgy tonight,

so you might wanna find somewhere else to sleep.

How long's the man jamboree gonna last this time?

All weekend.

Okay.

I had nowhere left to go.

I had no job.

No prospects.

I was at the end of my rope.

Okay, okay! I'm leaving.

Fuck.

Hello?

Finally. God, what took you so fucking long?

Come on, get in here.

Don't fucking stand there like a halfwit.

I hate drinking alone.

It's so traj.

So look, come here. Just get...

I wanna propose a toast.

To the bitter end...

of Erika Tracy.

What?

Oh, did you not hear?

The show was a fucking disaster.

I'm done, finito.

Terminated. They fucking hate me.

They hate me. They hate me.

So now, we have to toast, we have to celebrate.

Will you celebrate with me?

Come on. Come on!

Mm!

Yeah. Here, have more, this helps.

Come on...

No, it's good, it's good, it's good, it's good, it's good,

Okay?

Mm-hmm. Mm!

You want some more?

-Mm-mm. -You want some more?

-Just like a little bit more? -No, Erika...

-Little bit, bah, bah, bah! -Stop...

Oh!

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Okay. Here's what I wanna do.

You come with me.

Here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna,

um, take all your fucking clothes off.

Take your clothes off.

What?

You're gonna take all your clothes off.

You take your clothes off, then you put this on.

-I don't want to take my... -Take all your clothes off!

Come on! Let's go!

-Erika, I don't want... -Just fucking do it!

Jesus fuck!

And into that. That's great.

Yes.

Yes.

Come on. We don't have all night. Let's go!

Okay. You're gonna love this.

This is so good, I have something so good.

Okay.

This is so...

Okay, you can sit down here.

You sit, sit there.

You go like that...

Like... I go...

Oh, you're so pretty!

-What are you doing? -Shush, shush, shush!

No, no questions. Oh.

Hi. Hi.

Mm!

Okay.

Here's what I'm gonna do.

Tonight...

you...

are gonna be me.

And I am gonna fuck you.

And then I will be fucking myself.

Literally this time.

-So I get to finally... -No, I'm...

-I'm not doing that. -No, no, no.

Sh, sh, sh. Come on, come on. No, no, no, no.

-No, no, no! -I don't wanna do that.

No, come on, sit.

-Please stop. -Just...

-Oh, you don't wanna fuck me? -No.

Come on. Oh, come on.

-Come on, come on, come on. -This isn't funny.

-Come on, come on, oh... -Stop.

-Come on. -Stop it.

Are you fucking crazy?

Come on!

I just told you what I want you to do.

Can you just do it for me?

Can you just do what I asked you to do?

Erika, what is wrong with you?

What the fu... Are you fucking insane?

Stop! This is not fun anymore.

-Erika, listen to me. -You do it!

-Right no. No. -Do it!

-Will you... Erika, stop! -Ow!

No.

Do not hit me!

And that's the last thing I remember.

So you hit her?

No.

What? No, I didn't hit her.

She was attacking me. I was just defending myself.

I mean, I'd never seen Erika like this.

So unhinged. Like she'd nothing left to lose.

You said she was intoxicated when you arrived.

Y-Yeah, I mean, she was definitely fucked up,

but I-I, I mean,

you know, she was really upset about the show tanking

so, I mean, I don't know if she was on anything

besides alcohol, but...

You were under the influence as well.

I had a few glasses of champagne, but that was it.

You said earlier you blacked out.

Um, well, I hadn't eaten all day.

I guess that the alcohol was hitting me,

you know, a little bit harder than usual.

So let me get this straight...

You drove to Erika's house.

You got drunk.

You got in a violent physical altercation with her.

And then you conveniently blacked out

and can't account for anything

that happened for the rest of the night?

I didn't conveniently black out.

Yeah. If you say so.

After you regained consciousness,

then what happened?

Erika?

Erika.

Stop fucking around, Erika. Where are you?

Fuck.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Erika.

W-Wait... Wake up, wake up.

Erika, Erika. Wake up.

Wake up, Erika. Erika, wake up!

Erika! Come on, stop fucking with me.

Come on. Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up.

Come on, come on.

Hi. Uh, h-hello. My, uh... my friend,

she... fell into the pool. Uh, there was an accident, she...

I tried to give her mouth-to-mouth, but I think...

Uh, ten thousand ten Wonderland Terrace, yes.

Um... okay, y-yeah. But, p-please hurry.

Okay. Okay.

Erika?

Erika?

And then her body miraculously disappeared?

I don't know, I mean,

I went inside the house for like 60 seconds to call 911.

How long were you unconscious?

I don't remember!

But I didn't kill her, I know that for sure.

Is there anyone you can think of that may have wanted Erika dead?

She wasn't universally loved, but...

I can't think of anyone she pissed off enough

to want her murdered.

I don't know. I can't say for sure, though. I...

I honestly didn't know her that well.

So, what happens now?

Well, with no body, there's no evidence, so...

you're free to go.

What?

I can just leave?

For now.

But don't go far.

So how many days has it been now?

Uh, five.

Uh, yeah, the police say the longer that she's missing,

the less likely it is that she's alive.

Do you think I need to get a lawyer?

I mean, not that I can afford one, but...

Well, let's stay optimistic for the time being.

Speaking of.

Seems like the clickbait drama

has restored Erika's market value,

at the very least.

What?

Every one of her pieces

from her shitty train wreck show sold out.

So I guess it's true what they say:

"An artist is worth more dead than alive."

I mean...

Is it just me, or is that so unbelievably fucked up?

Welcome to the sad reality of now.

I'm gonna go for a run. You want me to get you anything

-while I'm out? -No, um, I'm good.

Text me if you change your mind.

Okay.

-You expecting a package? -No.

Elliot?

It's for you.

I'll give you two a minute.

Hi.

So...

what you're trying to say is,

is that it's all Vikktor's fault?

No. No, no, no, no. Definitely not.

I-I take full responsibility for my part in this, but...

After the show bombed... the brand took a huge hit.

We had to do something.

But use me in a plot

to fake your own death for publicity?

I understand why you're upset. I do.

Which is why I'm here apologizing in person.

And as I told you, I already cleared

everything up with the police.

Oh. Oh, yeah. Thanks for that.

And I'm sorry. I'm truly, truly sorry.

But the studio was hemorrhaging money.

And, and when Vikktor came up

with this whole cockamamie scheme, I...

I didn't know what else to do.

Did you roofie me?

I had to.

For the plan to work, you had to be just a little foggier

than usual, and we needed time.

You know, to pull off the operation.

It was your usual just...

spy movie stuff.

I mean, to be honest, the hardest part

was forcing myself not to breathe or laugh

when you were giving me mouth-to-mouth.

And then Vikktor and I waited outside

to make sure you called 911.

And the rest is history.

Why me?

Well, you gave us a...

I mean with your whole...

meltdown at the opening,

it was a pretty convenient motive.

You know? And plus,

you're the most gullible/trustworthy of my...

Most of my friends would just run away, not even call 911.

I don't know what to say.

I mean...

I'm happy you're alive.

But I'm so unbelievably angry at the same time.

I mean, I was just living my life.

Minding my own business, and then you come along,

and before I even know what's happening,

I'm a sex slave to a complete fucking sociopath,

and being interrogated by the cops for murder.

-That's fair. -It's not fucking fair, Erika!

It's fucked up!

Do you not understand what you've done?

I've lost everything because of you.

I mean, Erika,

I had real fucking feelings for you

and you destroyed my entire fucking life.

Well, I know you're upset right now,

but you need to trust me,

as somebody who has come back from the dead

literally and figuratively, more than once,

your life is not destroyed.

In fact... there's a silver lining.

Silver lining? What the fuck are you even talking about?

Okay. I'll tell you.

Remember when... when I was saying that

in order to break through the noise

and get people's attention these days,

you have to make a big commotion?

Well, now, you,

despite whatever nuisance it's caused at the moment,

you can now go and make a documentary.

Or, uh, write a book, or a miniseries,

or, whatever, after you change all the names, and it'll say,

"Based on an insane but shockingly true story."

Which is all people give a shit about these days.

So, what? Y-You... you expect me to be grateful?

For, uh, you implicating me in this entire fucking shitshow?

Yes.

Wow.

Wow.

You are... fucking something else.

I don't believe in shame or regret or...

any of the other fucked up

brainwashing they give you in Catholic school.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,

we have a very special guest in the studio today.

Uh, world-renowned artist and now author, uh, Erika Tracy.

Erika's autobiography,

Confessions of a Slut:

How To Get Laid and Conquer the World at the Same Time

is online and in bookstores now. Go get it.

Erika, I mean, welcome to the show, obviously.

Kinda can't believe you're here right now.

It's so crazy.

That makes two of us.

Um, I was surprised

to see that I made enough of an impression

to warrant an entire chapter in your book.

I mean, I'm full of surprises, you should know that by now.

Do I ever! Uh...

Um, um...

So that was fun.

-It actually was. -Yeah.

-It was great. -Yeah.

And it looks like you were right again.

What do you mean?

Well, you always said that I'd see

the benefits of our relationship in the end,

and I mean, well, here we are.

I'm always right.

-You should know this. -That is, that is so true.

Hey, I, uh,

did you wanna get, like, a drink or dinner or something?

Elliot, are you hitting on me?

Maybe.

-I have plans tonight. -Ah.

And I'm flying out first thing in the morning.

And plus, I've already fucked you, so what's the point?

So true.

-You do look good, though. -Thank you.

What'd you do? Did you replace me or something?

Oh, Erika, trust me. There's no replacing you.

Why? Have you replaced me?

-Yeah, of course. -Ah.

But it's not the same.

That's nice to hear.

Well, I'm not worried about you.

I mean, you know, I'm sure there's

a lot of weak men looking for a strong woman to dominate them.

-Ouch. -I know.

Wow. I do want to tell you, though,

that I... I'm proud of you.

Oh. Um... thank you. That... That means a lot.

Aw, gracias, babe.

Jesus, this is Elliot. Elliot, this is Jesus.

Hey, man. Nice to meet you.

No, no. He doesn't speak English.

-So... -Oh, yeah, no, of course not.

I really hate to break up this circle jerk,

but our next segment is ready

-and we are on a tight schedule. -Mm-hmm.

Have we met before?

Two minutes.

Let's not make it another two years.

Definitely. If you're in New York, call me.

Uh, it's a date.

-Bye, Elliot. -Bye.

Dearly beloved...

we are gathered here today

to witness the union of these two beautiful souls...

as one.

Do you, Elliot, take Erika to be your lawfully wedded wife?

To have and to hold? To honor and cherish?

Till death do you part?

I do.

And do you, Erika,

take Elliot to be your lawfully wedded husband...

to have and to hold...

to honor and cherish...

'til death do you part?

I do.

I pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

♪ Free yourself

♪ Keep on moving Up that mountaintop ♪

♪ Why don't you please yourself ♪

♪ If it feels so good then don't you ♪

♪ Baby, don't you stop

♪ Don't stop Don't stop ♪

♪ Baby, don't you

♪ Don't stand there Waiting all of your life ♪

♪ For the night To come and find you ♪

♪ The clock is ticking Baby, now is the time ♪

♪ For someone to come and hold you ♪

♪ You are a name Not a number ♪

♪ Extraordinary colors

♪ Don't you hide Undercover, baby ♪

♪ Free yourself, Keep moving up... ♪

Okay.

Okay, good.

-My toothbrush... -Do you wanna...

Legendary, rock hard...

Sorry. Sorry.

Mm-hmm.

♪ Baby, don't you

Wear a cockstrap.

Should I wear a cockstrap? What...

-Are you sure? -Yes.

-You're selling it so well. -Thank you so much, Olivia.

It's awesome.

No, like, that's, like, not the vibe.

-Ow. Fuck. -Oh, God.

Looking at you.

I'm looking at you.

I knew it.

I knew it.

Okay.

Okay.

Greg, I'm gonna do this right down the barrel.

♪ Keep on moving Up that mountaintop ♪

Sorry, say that again?

Sure.

-All right? -Mm-hmm.

She's so manipulative.

I know.