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Amanda, right.

Amanda Scott.

Amanda. Babe.

I got to... I got to...

It's morning.

Oh, hi.

I got to get ready.

Yeah.

I'm really sorry.
I just called you an Uber.

Real life.

It really gets in the way, babe.

Real life.

It really gets in the way.

♪ I'm a lucky guy ♪

♪ To have you here in my arms ♪

♪ I'm a lucky guy... ♪

Croissants will have
to be another day.

♪ And all of your charms ♪

♪ To think that you
belong to me... ♪

♪ To know you're not
a fancy-free ♪

♪ That's the reason why ♪

♪ Oh, boy ♪

♪ I'm a lucky guy. ♪

I'm really making an effort
to relate to women

more healthily, Dr. Krystal.

And yet, you are full of anger.

You think I hate women?

Women raised me.

My whole culture is
pure matriarchy. I love women.

You love conquest, Toby.

You're confused.

You crave intimacy,

and yet, you are addicted
to the dopamine rush

of these women on apps
and one-night stands.

Don't try and shame me, please.

I'm really not down with the way

in which men have been
castrated today.

Castration? By women?

That's what's happening
to America.

Men are being made to feel bad
for their desires.

Ah.

In the six months
we've been working together,

it seems to me
you look upon women

as, uh, biological objects
with sex organs

that you almost pay
to be in proximity to.

To hunt.

Maybe I need to see
a male doctor.

Someone who understands
the battle.

So you look upon relations
between men and women as a war?

Women certainly do.

The lists of toxic males?

All the articles, firings,

reams of men being cancelled.

Uh...

There seems to be a disconnect

between your heart
and your brain.

We must work to make you

more whole, more integrated.

Hmm?

Um...

I... think we have
to end early today.

I have to get back to
the office. There's a meeting.

Think about it, Toby.

The heart and the brain,

they're not communicating.

Mm? See you next week.

"Tech-Bro with sensitive side

"seeks fun and games and more

"with someone who is in on

"the joke of life and wants

"good times without

"being too serious.

"My motto is...

"'Make America fun again.'

"Need a plus-one for trips,

"concerts, festivals,

"wine tastings and

"hot animal sex.

JK."

Okay.

Come to papa.

I mean, it doesn't

make me want to be
anywhere near you,

but maybe a mail-order
bride slash whore

would like it. I don't know.

Hey, you swiped left.

-Thought you liked me.
-Mm...

You know, you should
get on this app.

-Pincher is--
-Pincher?

Toby, don't you want something

real and decent
with another person?

"Real and decent"?

Those are qualities I want
in a law firm, not a lover.

Women prefer a decisive man,

not some neutered, post-modern,

hyper-allergenic, socialist poet

with low T
and an even lower libido.

How's therapy going?

Frankly, you seem
to be getting worse.

Krystal's a really good shrink.
I don't know what's going on.

I think she hates me,
but I dig it.

It was a good recommendation,

although I don't know
how I feel about

seeing the same shrink
you're seeing.

Uh-oh.

Principal's office. Got to run.

Toby.

My mentee, my protégé,

my bright shining star,
my prodigal child.

Back in the doghouse.

And here we are
having another chat.

You have brilliant ideas

about how to sell our services
and how to grow,

but you don't seem
to really care about anything

other than your own pleasure.

I care about profit margins,
about market forces.

Not as much as you care
about being a player.

Your performance review?

My God.

Late for work,
late for meetings,

and, in those meetings,
you're unfocused and distracted,

always checking your phone,
always elsewhere.

I have several different
constituencies

in the company that I serve,
and they all require my--

Oh, should I take some
of those constituencies

away from you, then, Toby?

Send you to Iceland
to run analytics and comms?

Perpetual snow and ice? Huh?

Want to chill out in Reykjavik?

-I bring in more clients than--
-What could you do

if you actually cared?

About all of it?

-Not just the hunt?
-My mother was a secretary.

Work came first.

There was no room for fun.

She worked herself to the bone.

Yes, she worked for me,

and we gave you scholarships
and advancement

because of the promise
you displayed

and the loyalty
your mother demonstrated.

I've delivered.

I've also had a couple of...

not exactly complaints,
but suggestions of...

-What?
-Something adjacent to misogyny.

Complaints about your
growing disdain for women.

I joke sometimes,

but my whole schtick
is filled with irony.

It's not real toxic masculinity.

Since your divorce,

you made some of
your female colleagues uneasy,

and that is a problem,

and even since
you began therapy for it,

I don't see much progress.

I've invested so much in you.

I need an heir here.

- Uh-huh.
- I'm talking about

who comes after the person
who comes after the person

who comes after me in this chair

and the stability of
not being a chronic fornicator,

being a serious man.

I need someone to really head up

our new advanced A.I. marketing
project next quarter.

I could do that.

I want it to be you, but...

I don't think we can have
this conversation again, Toby.

The next one is more formal,
more people in the room,

more intense, more...

...final.

She wasn't critical
of you at all?

She gave me a talking-to,
but it was more of a mom talk.

Has anyone complained about me?

I... I mean...

Hey, look at this.

Her name is Natessa.

Natessa? What is she,
a candy bar?

That sounds like a fake name.

I don't care
what her real name is.

Sometimes I go as Bruno Ziplock
1010. I mean, look at her.

Those angles, that jaw,
those lips.

She's like a deepfake honey trap

from Russia.

She looks like a doll.

Toby?

Oh, you look just like your
pictures. That's such a relief.

Yes, Toby, as advertised.

Hi. I'm Natessa.

Would you like another martini?

No.

I want to stay clear-headed

for the remainder
of our hot night.

Oh. Okay.

You don't drink too much, huh?
I like that.

I've seen what it does
to the liver,

the heart, and the brain.

And, uh, what about drugs?

What is this, a test?

You, uh, testing me
for "mate-ability"?

Oh, uh, it's just...
I mean, it's clear

that you take care of your body.

I mean, you obviously
work out, right?

What do you do?
Like, weights? Yoga?

I put in my time.

Now, it's swimming
and kettle bells, mostly.

Well, it's paying off.

I, uh, I just really like
healthy men,

I guess.

You sure
you're not inspecting me

to see if I'm suitable material?

Well, I mean, at the end
of the day, it's...

it's all about biology.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Ow!

What?

Natessa?

Ah.

What the fuck?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Hello?

It appears someone, illegally,

gave you a radical nephrectomy.

They took out your left kidney,
Mr. Arcaño.

I really am not understanding
what you're telling me.

Uh...

Where is it?

Do you have it chilling in an
ice box somewhere or something?

No. Well, it's not in your body,
for one thing.

This is no small,
outpatient surgery.

It's usually done
with robotics now,

if the organ's cancerous,

which I have no reason
to believe yours was.

And there's something else.

Mr. Arcaño,

in addition to

something being removed
from your body,

they also put something in.

Am I dreaming? Put what in?

Well, it's not gonna be
that simple, you see,

because it's very intricately
and surgically attached

to a knotted thicket of arteries

pressed right up against
the vagus nerve,

which you really don't want
to mess with.

If someone put it in,
I'm sure you can take it out.

I'm-I'm doing some more imaging,

and I'm consulting
with a couple of colleagues.

A guy from Tokyo,
someone in Moscow.

Whoever did this,
they're very good.

You could easily have bled out.

It's remarkable work.

This thing inside me...

...what's it do?

No idea.

I've heard about
things like this.

These rings that are out there

stealing organs.

Yeah, I've read about them, too.

There's only one problem.

Which is?

They don't actually exist.

There has been some talk
about organ theft rings

on chat sites, mostly on

the dark web,
but nothing concrete.

Bottom line,
it's all urban legends.

An urban legend
didn't steal my kidney.

If it wasn't
an organ theft ring,

what was it?

Rather than treat this
like a conspiracy theory,

we're gonna approach the case
as a one-time event.

As long as you catch
that succubus from hell.

The "succubus from hell"
scrubbed her internet presence

completely, and someone erased
all the security camera feeds

in the building,

but you've given us
a good description.

That's something solid to go on,

at least for now.

If anything else comes back
to you, you give us a call.

Take care.

Sasha...

Why are you so good to me?

Well, despite
your many character flaws,

I don't really care
how many kidneys you have.

And... maybe I'm having

some second thoughts about

swiping... left on you.

There.

That's her tattoo.

What are you gonna do with?

Reverse image search.

I got a hit.

Cybele, goddess of fertility.

Ancient Rome.

Also known as the Great Mother,

or mother of the gods.

More like mother of
all psychopaths, actually.

But you still can't
tell me what it is?

All I can say for sure is that
it's hard-wired into your system

and removing it
is even trickier now.

Why is that?

-Because it's growing.
-Jesus.

Don't tell me this is cancer.

It's not a tumor.

Actually, it resembles
some sort of gland, but...

what it's doing
or how it got there,

it's a real puzzle.

Um, I'm thinking of recommending
you go to Brazil

where they deal with a lot
of odd organ issues.

Doctor, there's no way one woman

could've done this
all on her own.

No.

You need a, uh, support staff

for work like this.

Just transporting
the organs back and forth

would take a lot
of skilled people.

I realize you've been through
a terrible experience, Toby.

I'm resilient. tough.

I'm okay. I'm a guy.

But it seems to me that,
despite all my warnings,

you're immersed in pure chaos.

The police were here today
asking about you

and this terrible thing
that happened.

-It might be in the papers.
-Someone just stole my kidney.

I need time

to get back on track.

Don't I get a little credit?

For the trauma and shit?

I'd like you to take
three months' leave.

You need to heal and take stock.
Go. Do a pilgrimage.

After that, we'll have you

come in and we'll sort through
what our options are.

I can't leave here.

-Please don't fire me, Lee.
-Go to a monastery in Crete,

take a vow of silence.

Drink bone broth
and read the classics.

I don't know,
but you're on hiatus.

I'll need your
company credit card.

What the fuck?

No. Keep away from me.
You promised.

We need to talk.

You need to hear me.

I don't arrange escorts anymore.

I renounced my life of crime.

I found pickleball.
And religion.

-I don't do escorts anymore.
-So...

what do you want?

I'm interested in
where you got the escorts.

You found them on the deep web,
didn't you?

- The dark web.
- Yeah, that's what you told me.

-The dark web.
-Maybe.

-So what?
-My point is,

you're good at it, right?

-The dark web?
-I know my way around.

-Yeah.
-I need you to do a deep dive.

-Find something for me.
-I'm sorry.

I'm-I'm launching
the new beta thing.

Whatevs. Look, I'm here
20 hours a day.

I don't have time to take on

your extracurricular
pussy projects.

You wouldn't want
everyone here to know

about your old side hustle,
would you?

Your supervisor, Max Lipstock?

Max? One of my best customers.

You want to blackmail me,
be my guest.

Just know that
the first thing I'll do

is turn over my client list.

Fine, let's do it the easy way.

-I'll pay you.
-I don't need the money.

-40 grand.
-Fifty... two.

-Fifty-two.
-Fine.

This is gonna take some time.

What is it you want to know?

Fuck me.

Toby?

Hi, Toby.

I just came by
to take something back.

It's beautiful.

Oh, God.

- Hello?
- -I have intel for you.

I went to the darkest places
on the dark web--

chat rooms that even the FBI
doesn't know about--

but this one group
kept popping up.

And I couldn't figure out why
the name kept ringing a bell.

What's the name?

Magna Mater.

"Great Mother" in Latin.

Holy God, fuck me.

And the tattoo on the woman
who assaulted you,

-you said it was the Roman...
-Roman goddess Cybele.

She was dangerous to men.

This is the group's motto.

What did you find out
about the group?

It's very secret.

Very much on the frontiers
of pleasure.

They hold regular events.

I mean, I don't, I don't know
what happens at these things,

but there's one next week,
here, downtown.

Well, you got to get me in.
I don't care about the cost.

That's good,
because it's a hefty buy-in.

A hundred grand.

And, it goes without saying,

we're gonna have to create
a fake identity for you.

I'm just, I'm-- honestly, Toby,
I'm a little bit worried

about what you're
getting yourself into.

Go ahead.

Okay. I, uh, I programmed
your key card.

It's got all the data
you need to get in.

But one thing. I did a little
snooping, and this group...

Be very careful.

I mean, kill them all,
but be careful doing it.

♪ ♪

Welcome to Magna Mater.
Your card, sir.

Nice to have you back,
Mr. Phelps. We're all set.

Here you go, sir.
Enjoy the evening.

I always do.

♪ ♪

Next up, we have
this very exquisite,

perfectly formed pancreas.

Its condition is rated 9.8.

You heard that right.

You generally don't get
ratings like that nowadays,

with all the junk food,
the drugs,

preservative-laden foods,

but this one was harvested
from an 18-year-old female.

She was a nonsmoker,
a nondrinker

who practiced veganism.

For a piece
of this obvious quality,

we are going to start
the bidding

at 200,000.

Do I hear 250? I have 250.

Who is going to make it three?

Three. 350?

350. Thank you.

Do I hear four,

for this exquisite,
youthful, vegan

American pancreas,

from corn-fed Iowa?

You have your eye
on that one, huh?

Well, it's a beauty, isn't it?

We have four.

You look in good health.
Why the interest?

Who is going to make it 450?

You must be new at this.

My first time.

The organ's not for me.

This is strictly retail.

Uh, very few patients
come through here.

Mostly those interested
in the aftermarket.

You can move these in Russia
or China and double the price.

They love American organs
over there. Don't ask me why.

Do I hear 550?

550.

Why are you here?
Medical reasons?

Just curious, I guess.

You know, some people consider
human organ meat

a great delicacy.

I hear that, uh,
there's a little bistro in Paris

where human thymus gland
is lightly broiled,

- like sweetbread.
- 750.

750 going once, going twice.

Sold for 750.

And now,

a supreme objet of beauty.

A human heart.

This is a stunning specimen.

8.5.

Harvested from Emporia, Kansas.

That's right, a lovely heart

from the heartland.

Feel this?

It's a Ruger .380 pistol,
and it's pointed

at the exact same spot
you took out my kidney.

It'll pulverize your viscera,
leave you dying on the floor.

You're not gonna
shoot me in here.

Oh, please. Try me.

This is what's gonna happen.

We're going to go outside
and we're going to talk.

And that's your only chance
of getting out of here alive...

"Natessa."

♪ ♪

Come on.

Listen, Toby, I'm sorry.

Really, I am. I...
I don't know what else to say.

Why me?

Low-hanging fruit?

Wrong place at the wrong time?

Your DNA was on Ancestry.com,

and your genetic profile
was perfect.

Men like you--

"Men like me"?

What do you know
about men like me?

Well, you...

you think that
you're invulnerable, but

you're actually
the easiest targets.

You're arrogant and entitled

and always fighting against

scary mommy in your head

and always trying to prove
your potency.

What about you? Hmm?

You drawn to work like this
because you hate men?

All humans have histories.
What makes yours

any more virtuous than mine?

How dare you?

You didn't take it out alone,
did you?

Me?

No, of course not.
What do you think I am?

Ow! What the...

I had a team follow me,

and, uh, then when you were out,

they came in,
and they got to work.

♪ ♪

And it went very smoothly,

which is not always the case.

What did you put inside me?

You know, actually, they've...

they've never told me
what those are.

But what I do know is that,

because of what you're walking
around with right now,

you are worth more
than you have ever been before

or ever will be again.

So someone is coming for me?

Yeah, any day now,
they're gonna come,

and they're just gonna...
gonna chop it right out.

And then you'll be just
as worthless as you were

before all of this happened.

Can you please
let go of me, Toby?

You're really starting
to hurt me.

Good.

Look, Toby, I'm an actor. Okay?

This is a gig.

I-I just got my SAG card.

I went to Carnegie Mellon.

I'm trying to pay
my student loans. I...

I don't know
what the fuck's going on.

Can you please just let me go?

You shot me.

Ah.

I didn't want to kill her.

I just wanted details.

Well, you should've called me.
We could've,

we could've dumped her
somewhere. I don't know.

Toby, Toby, I think...

I think we should go
to the police

and just convince them
that this really happened

the way that you said it did.

I'll go to prison for life.

They're never gonna believe me.

Probably already suspect you.

I really think
this is the best way.

You turn yourself in,
you get ahead of it,

and-and then I will find
the best defense lawyer,

and-and we will
lawyer you up, and--

Oh, you're forgetting one thing.

Natessa said that
I'm a valuable commodity.

She's talking about this thing
inside me, growing.

Sooner or later,
they're gonna want it back.

I should just...

I should just go to Brazil,

where they have
no extradition treaty

and-and-and the best surgeons.

A new life. You...

You should come with me.

I have a ton of money,

and it's all in crypto.

We can live in Rio
in a penthouse,

soon as I get this
fucking parasite out of me.

Us? The two of us?

Maybe I... sort of do love you.

Maybe you're exactly
what I need.

Maybe...

I'm just now realizing it.

Don't--

Toby! Toby.

Look, I'll take care of this.
I'll call the police, and...

I-I just, I really think that
that's the best way.

Okay?

I know it sounds insane, but...

I'm telling you what I saw.

Do you know what was here
last night?

Book signing.

New teenage vampire book.

-They're calling it
the next Twilight.
-What?

- Yeah, it's hard to beat.
- That's impossible.

We have the names
of everyone involved.

We have receipts,
a rental agreement.

We even have one of the books.
A gift to the department.

No, no. No, no. I-I was standing
on this spot, and it was no

vampire Twilight book signing.

What happened here,
oh, man, it was, it was obscene.

There was something
that happened near here.

This morning,
the body of a young woman

was found in a dumpster.

She'd been shot in the stomach.
Bled out.

Coroner said she died
some time last night.

She matches the description
of the woman

you say assaulted you
in your bedroom.

She's even got
a large tattoo on her back.

You wouldn't know anything
about that, though, would you?

I don't know
anything about that.

I just know what happened
in this room.

A bunch of preteens getting
their minds blown by literature

is what happened.

It was unintentional.

I didn't mean to kill her.

But you told us
this was the woman

who stole one of your kidneys.

I can't say.
I'm not sorry she's dead,

but that doesn't mean
I went out there to kill her.

I just wanted to know
what they implanted in me.

Did you get an answer?

Uh... Where are we going?

The police station is
in the other direction.

Oh, my God.

You're in on it.

Oh.

Oh, you two fuckers are in it.

I don't think we're the ones you
need to worry about, Mr. Arcaño.

♪ ♪

Oh, my God.

Thank God.

Sasha.

I knew you'd come through
for me.

Lee.

Lee, what?

Did they demand
some kind of ransom?

I-I'll pay the company back.
I mean, of course I will.

You already have given
so much, dear boy.

But I can't let the company
or you personally pay.

Uh...

Hello? Guys?

Huh? Come on, it's over.

Come on. What...

What's... what's going on?

Welcome to the latest
acquisition of Trillium Corp.

Magna Mater Projects.

I brought it to Lee months ago.

It's still in beta,
but, so far, so good.

- What?
- Toby,

communications are profitable,

yes, but the most profitable
commodity is going to be

extending life
and extending pleasure

as long as possible
in the future...

especially for women.

What...

What did you put inside of me?

It's called a Glans Naftali.

It's nothing less
than a brand-new organ.

A new organ?

A miracle of science.
It works in concert

with the adrenal glands.

What the hell is it?

When properly installed,

it enhances
the human experience,

produces new hormones that

rework the body and mind,

makes people better-looking,
stronger, healthier,

and heightens sensations,

especially those
associated with sex.

I've had mine for three months,

and I've never felt better
in my life.

The fucking I've had
is indescribable.

Every fuck is the...

best fuck of my life.

You're going to give someone

that kind of pleasure.

You say that like
I should be happy.

Designer organs
are the future, Toby.

In about 30 years,
people will be walking around

with half their organs
created by man,

harvested from people
like yourself.

What happens to me
after you take it out?

Sasha?

You cu--

A Glans Naftali,

that most desirable

of our designer line.

For the most discerning client

who wants only the best.

I think it's gonna go
for a fortune.

Shall I bid on something,
darling?

This will make every day

the best day of your life.

$2.3 million.

Going once.

Going twice.

Sold.