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Hey.

Hey. How's it going?

Good. Dinner's almost ready.

Okay. I'm gonna be a little late.

There's a lotta traffic.

Okay. How late?

Maybe half an
hour. I'll see you soon.

Okay.

Baby, I am so sorry.

Wow, this looks, this looks great.

It's cold.

It's okay.

I like it cold.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Why?

You seem nervous.

I'm not--

Shit.

I'm sorry. Like I said, I,
I, uh, sorry I was late.

I, uh, traffic was, it
was, it was insane today.

No it wasn't, Josh.

I checked the traffic. It's
the same as it always is.

Uh, that's, that's, that's
strange. What app did you use?

Where were you?

I told you, traffic was bad.

Hey.

Anna, please give me my
phone back now, please.

No, Josh. Not until you admit
you've been seeing someone.

All right, fine. I'll admit it.

I've been having an affair. Okay?

Can I have my phone back
now, please? Thank you.

No, Josh. Not after
what you just told me.

Anna.

Who is she, Josh?

Who is she?

Yes. Who is she?

She's um, she's someone from work.

Is it your assistant?

Uh, yeah.

You're having an affair with Bethany?

How could you, Josh?

I don't know. It just happened, I guess.

What are we gonna do Josh?

I don't know.

What happened between us?

We used to be so good together.
We had something special.

I don't know what happened.
I thought we were so happy.

I didn't, I didn't know
there was anything wrong.

Is that it? Is there something
wrong with our marriage?

Huh? Uh, uh, yeah, I guess so.

I'd really feel better
if I had my phone back.

Later.

Was it me, Josh? Did I do something wrong?

No.

No. No, no, no, no.

You were perfect.

I was the one who was so
caught up in my own bullshit

that I pushed you away.

I just wanna make you happy, Josh.

I wanna please you like
no woman ever has before.

Will you let me do that?

Do you love me, Josh?

I love you so much, Anna.

♪ Sunshine ♪

All right.

♪ Lying in the sun ♪

♪ Not another rain in the winter ♪

♪ All I want is sun ♪

♪ Doesn't everyone ♪

♪ Have a little thing from time to time ♪

♪ Now it's time for the sun to shine ♪

♪ And doesn't it, doesn't it feel good ♪

Hi.

You're dead meat buddy.

It's not what it looks like.

Well, what it looks like

is another man in my house with my wife.

What the fuck?

Granted, I'm a little
tired from my red eye.

But I've also got two eyes,

and they're both right in my fucking head.

Listen, okay? This is not--

Tell me how this isn't
exactly what it looks like.

Yeah, yes, I was, I was with Anna,

if that's even her name, but (grunts).

Hey.

You okay?

What the fuck just happened?

Shh, be quiet.

He still thinks you're unconscious.
It'll buy us some time.

What are you talking
about? You did this to me.

- Look, baby--
- He was standing

right in front of me.

No, no, no, believe me, I had no choice.

I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't.

He was watching the entire time

through the security cameras.

It gets him off seeing me with other men.

This is, this is, this is crazy.

Well, that's Love Bomb for you.

Doesn't exactly attract
the healthiest of people.

What?

You still in bed, buttercup?

You check out that app I sent you?

What app? You send me a million things.

Love Bomb, talking about Love Bomb.

I told you I'm not ready to date.

No, I know. That's why
Love Bomb is perfect for you.

It's not like any other
app. Trust me on this.

I had a session last week
that was mind blowing.

And it's not just about the sex.

It's, it's, it's, it's catharsis.

Like, I worked through
so much of my bullshit.

I'm trying to tell you,
it's better than therapy.

You want milk?

What milk?
- Almond milk.

- Almond milk?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Josh. Josh, you there?

Yes. Love Bomb.

Buddy, I'm telling you, trust me,

you are gonna have the time of your life.

You can be anyone you wanna be.

You can play out any fantasy
you've ever, ever imagined,

no matter how up fucked up,
dark, and weird and twisted.

I still love her.

Who? Tara?

Yes, Tara. Who else?

What? That is pointless. She's moved on.

He doesn't love her. Not like I do.

He treats her like crap.

Yes,

and that's none of your business anymore.

She wants to be with
a douche bag, let her.

A rich douche bag.

Yes, he is a very rich douche bag.

But, hey, the good part is
that now you have the freedom

to be a man and not a cock.

Um, thank you?

Josh, Josh, Josh, Josh,
has it ever occurred to you

that every time you complain
about her still loving him,

even though he treats her like shit,

that then she treats you like
shit and then you love her?

Yeah. What's your point?

My point is that everyone's out here

treating everyone else like shit.

All right? So you gotta
get in while you can.

Love Bomb, Josh. Trust me.

Okay.

♪ I like your abs ♪

You guys have everything you need?

Take the check.

The check? Sure.

Hey.

Hey. How's it going?

Good. Dinner's almost ready.

Good. (chuckles) Um, I'm
gonna be a little late.

The south traffic's awful.

Okay. How late?

Maybe half an hour. I'll see you soon.

Okay.

He gets off watching me
role play with other guys.

Well he looked really upset.

Like he wanted to kill me.

And you, you were the
one who knocked me out.

That's all part of the game.

First time, he tried punching the guy,

thinking it was gonna be
lights out, like in a movie.

But that didn't happen.

So, he forced me to
start using chloroform.

Jesus Christ. How many
times have you two done this?

Not many. Just twice. You're the third.

What happened with the other two guys?

Anna, what happened to the other two guys?

Things got a little out of hand.

What do you mean outta hand?

Look, I'm sorry. I'm
sorry I got you into this.

I, I, I can't,
I can't believe this.

Why can't anything just work out?

Hey, it's gonna be okay.

We're gonna find a way
outta this, I promise.

Oh, no.

♪ Put out this fire ♪

What's wrong?

He played this song the last two times.

♪ Only you, babe ♪

♪ Can put out this fire ♪

♪ Only you, babe ♪

♪ Can put out this fire
burning in my soul ♪

♪ Only you, babe ♪

♪ Can put out this fire ♪

♪ Only you can put out this fire ♪

Look, Josh, do you trust me?

No, I don't trust you.

You, you fucking chloroformed me.

You're a goddamn accomplice.

I'm not an accomplice. I'm his wife.

I'm as much of a victim as you are.

Not quite. Nice try though.

You think I wanna be doing any of this?

I don't know. Maybe.

You really think that of me?

Anna, I have no idea who you
are. Why would I trust you?

Things might be different this time.

Tom doesn't wanna hurt anyone.

He's just going through a
phase, like a midlife crisis.

A midlife crisis is getting an earring.

It's buying a motorcycle.
It's not abducting people.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

He'll hear you.

Wait. Where's my phone?

I don't know.

How 'bout your phone?

What about it?

If you're really not in on this,

then you could call 9-1-1.

I'm not calling 9-1-1 on my husband.

He's not a bad man, he
just needs some help.

I knew it. You are crazy.

Maybe I am crazy, but I can't help it.

I know he's fucked up, but I love him.

Hey.

What are you kids doing in there?

Where am I?

Nice try, buddy.
I heard you guys talking.

I just hope it wasn't about me.

I was just explaining
a few things to him.

Really? Like what?

Like how you don't
like finding your wife

with another man.

How angry it makes you.

It's true. I don't like seeing it.

But then again,

I do like seeing it.

You are a real stud, buddy.

How did it feel plowing my wife?

I bet it felt pretty good, didn't it?

See, I can tell from your cheap clothes

that you don't make a lotta money.

And I imagine that added an extra kick,

plowing a rich man's
wife, a rich little slut.

Thing is, Josh.

It's Josh, right?

The thing is, plowing a rich man's wife

doesn't make you a rich man.

It makes you a,

weasel.

You dig what I'm saying?

Uh, yeah, I guess.

You, quite the intellect, Josh.

Stand up.

I can see why my wife is attracted to you.

It's definitely not because of your looks,

because compared to me, I mean,

there's really not much
of a comparison, is there?

Tom, maybe we can just--

Did I bring you into this conversation?

If you can't keep your legs shut,

you damn well better keep your mouth shut

or I'm gonna shut it for you.

Do you like brandy?

When I first started
drinking, I was a scotch man.

Then I became a bourbon man for a spell.

Recently, acquired a taste for brandy.

It's not just the taste,
it's the whole ritual of it.

The gripping of the snifter,
the swishing the brandy about

before you take that first sip.

Makes you feel like lord of the manor.

Mm, yeah. Mm.

You a gun guy?

Of course not.

Take a seat.

Drink up.

It's a little early for me.

Nervous, huh?

It's okay, I understand.

It is an awkward situation,
but what can I say?

Everyone has their own special
way of processing heartbreak.

This little lady here,

let's just say this isn't the first time

she's broken my heart.

Reacted with anger
before, anger and sadism.

Where did that lead to, Josh?

Me coming home to find her at it again.

And yes, it hurt just as
much as the other times.

So here I am gripping my brandy

and grappling with my raging feelings.

I'm on the edge, man. The fucking edge.

But I said to myself, I'm not
gonna do what I did before.

I'm simply gonna sit down with
the fella and talk it out,

man to man.

You like the brandy?

Uh-huh.

So did you two meet on the internet?

Um, I think it would be
best if I just left. Okay?

Oh, you don't wanna leave.
Trust me. You wanna stay.

This is making me very uncomfortable.

You have no idea what
being uncomfortable is.

I could show you, or you
can sit there and humor me

while I make an attempt to be civil.

So, where were we? Uh, the internet.

That is where you two met, right?

That's where everyone meets these days.

Hinge?

Bumble?

Raya? Blah, blah, blah.

Did Anna tell you what I do for a living?

It's funny, I think that
hurts more than the cheating.

I'm such an insignificant party,

there wasn't even a discussion about me.

Fuck. Hold on.

Need a second to process that one.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, I'm fine.

You know, I said I was gonna
be civil this time around

and I'm gonna stick with it.

I'm a TV producer, Josh.
I make reality TV shows.

That's what pays for all of this.

That's what pays for Anna's
ultra-comfy lifestyle.

There's lots of money in reality
programming. Lots of money.

See, I produce several dating theme shows,

if you're curious.

You're probably not.
Whatever. It's all a facade.

None of the people on
these shows actually date.

They're all just actors
looking for their big break.

Some folks would think that I'm
peddling lies to the public.

But I tell you something, Josh,

the shows that I produce
cause much less harm

than the internet, especially
these dating sites.

Hell, Anna and I met on a dating site.

Did she tell you that?

That's 'cause you guys
never talked about me.

Huh, forgot about that one.

Sorry, still uh, still processing.

Anyway, the problem
with these dating sites

is that they give people,
people like my wife,

the illusion that they have
unlimited romantic options.

Reduces courtship to a fucking buffet,

and it is stacked with pics, stats,

and extra helpings of bullshit.

I see you staring at that gun, Josh.

So if you're gonna grab it,
just do it already. Pick it up.

Just do it.

That's right, I activated the house's

state-of-the-art security system

while you were conked out in the bathroom.

You can't open any door in the house

without the security code.

And yes, I'm the only one with the code.

Polycarbonate windows
throughout the house.

Impossible to break.

You could waste a lotta
time and strength trying,

and I might not shoot you while you do it,

but I would not recommend it, Josh.

You would just be putting
off the inevitable.

So all that being civil
talk was just a lie, huh?

You were never gonna let me go, were you?

I don't know, dude.

I'm just a sad clown
trying to make his way

in this dumpster fire of a world.

Generally, I go with my
instincts, and right now,

my instincts are telling
me to make you pay

for fucking my wife.

I didn't know Anna was married.

If I had known that--

If you had known, you
wouldn't have fucked my wife?

No, I wouldn't have.
I've been cheated on.

My girlfriend was fucking some guy

she met at fucking burning man, okay?

So I, I know what it feels like.

I would never do that to another man.

Listen, Anna told me that this is um,

it's a game you like to play.

And hey, I don't judge.

You guys are adults. It's between you.

So, just let me go and I promise
I'm not gonna tell anybody.

I know you won't, Josh.

And for the record, I am
sympathetic for what happened

between you and your girl and
the asshole at Burning Man.

But I still have to
torture you, because, well,

I'm just a sick fuck and
I like to torture people.

I don't know what to tell
you. It fucking gets me off.

You've been on Love Bomb, you
know people have their kinks.

But in my case, I'm not role playing.

Anyway, we can do the
whole cat and mouse thing

until I eventually catch you

and take you to my romper room, or...

Cat and mouse it is.

I've got a joke for you.

What do cats eat for breakfast?

Mice crispies.

You're a fucking weirdo, man.

The longer you hide,
the angrier I'm gonna get,

which is fine by me.

I want to be angry.

You know, anger gets a bad rap,

but it's really the best of all emotions.

If there were no anger,
we would not be spurred

to righteous justice for the
sins committed against us.

Josh.

You believe in justice?

What the fuck?

Because it's coming.

Fuck, how did you...

What is this place, a fucking fun house?

Shh. Be quiet. He'll hear you.

Shh.

You're really good at
sneaking up on people,

you know that?

Did you uh, forget your
chloroform this time?

I know you're upset.

Upset.

Your husband is a fucking lunatic

who's trying to torture me.

Josh.

What the hell's
the matter with you women?

How could you marry a guy like that, huh?

Oh, let me guess, 'cause
he's, he's a bad boy.

You think that's sexy, right?

Josh.

What the hell's the
matter with you women?

A guy like that, a
shit guy like that, you marry.

A guy like me, you leave.

But no, if he's, he's got money,

he's got good looks, he's
got a nice car, yeah,

he can do whatever he wants,
no matter who he hurts, right?

So this is my fault?

I'm just saying, maybe you could learn

to make better life choices.

Hmm, that's interesting,
coming from a guy

hiding in a closet from a man with a gun.

How'd you get here,
Josh? Good life choices?

I wasn't expecting this.

Well, it wasn't exactly the life

I had planned for myself either.

In the beginning, he was amazing.

He was everything I had hoped
for. He swept me off my feet.

But after the wedding, it was
like a mask had slipped off.

And once he had me,

he could show me the person he really was.

By then, it was too late. I was trapped.

You could've left.

Are you serious? You've met him.

You think I could've just left?

So instead of killing you,
he just gets to kill me.

He's not gonna kill you, Josh.

Nah, just torture me,
whatever the fuck that means.

You know, men are so quick to tell women

what they should've done.

They shouldn't have been
walking home at night.

They shouldn't have
been wearing that dress.

They shouldn't have married that man.

Maybe you guys can stop
being fucking monsters.

How 'bout that?

You all think you're the good guys, but,

maybe there are no good guys.

I can hear you in there.

Tom, don't.

There are good guys, Anna,
and I'm gonna prove it to you.

You don't have to live like this.

I'm gonna get you outta here.

How do I get outta here?

It's over there.

Shit.

What happened?

He threw the
chair against the window.

Excited?

Wow, that's quite the
lump you've got there.

Looks like it really hurts.

Stop it, please stop it, please stop it.

Not until you say the safe word.

I don't fucking know the safe word.

You don't?

He says he doesn't know the safe word.

Well then, I guess that means
you just don't wanna use it.

Now then.

What to do next?

Please, please, please. Just
stop. I'm begging you, okay?

I will give you anything you want.

Anything, huh?

Yes, yes, anything.

Will you give me back
my pride, my dignity?

How do you suppose you're gonna do that?

Maybe, just maybe, I'll take yours.

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

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

Stop this. I don't wanna play
this fucking game anymore.

Well then, on to the main event.

What the fuck is that thing?

This, my friend, is justice.

What? What is he doing?

I can't take this.

Would you do the honors?

Oh my god. What are you
doing? What are you doing?

What are you doing? No,
no, no, no, no, no. Please.

What, what is that? What
is that fucking thing?

Stop.

Anna, Anna, Anna, Anna, please just stop.

Please, please, please,
please, please, please.

Whatever it is, stop.

Stop, no, no, no. Not my balls.

Please, not my fucking balls, no.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Hey, nobody can hear you, buddy.

You see, this room is soundproof.

You shit suck. You fucking monster.

This is fucking happening to me, Tara.

Tara, I love you. Please.

Who's Tara?

How should I know? Just do it already.

Yeah, I don't know. He
seems like, really upset.

This is just part of the
game. He's always like this.

Wait. What? Anna, what the
fuck are you saying? Anna?

Tom, is this woman really your wife?

You have to tell me if she isn't.

Yeah, uh, I mean, of course she is.

Tell me the truth, Tom.

My, our lives may depend on it.

I mean, she's not really my
wife in the biblical sense,

at least.

I've had enough of this. Give me that.

No, please!

Stop. Help! Help!

Goddammit!

Tom, I (sighs)...

Don't,

don't tell me what you think.

Tell me what you feel.

I feel (sighs),

I feel angry.

Yes?

Dissatisfied.

That's good. That's good. Keep--

Frustrated.

Yes.

I feel irrelevant.

Yes! Yes. That is it.

That is it. You feel irrelevant.

You're past your prime.

And I bet your prime
wasn't even that good.

I mean, second rate at best.

Right?

Well, I don't know if I was second rate.

Tom.

We're, we're not talking about you.

Tom, we're talking about the character

that you have to inhabit.

That's who we're talking about.

I don't know. It just feels
like you're talking about me.

Was I?

What does that even mean?

A flash fire? A slow burn?

So he thinks the reason
I'm having a problem

inhabiting characters
is because my emotions

are too close to the surface.

So what? It would be better
if you were more repressed?

Who the fuck knows?
These classes are stupid.

I keep getting turned out for parts.

I went out for one last week
that was for a reality series,

if you can believe it.

The show is about washed up actors,

and even then, I couldn't book the gig.

That's pretty funny.

No shit.

Do you wanna know the worst part?

I don't deserve any of these roles.

I've been phoning in my auditions.

Do you think?

No, I know.

I've been phoning it in for months,

and my agent's gonna drop me, I can tell.

Every time I read a
script, all I can think about

is that son of a bitch
Scott bonding with my son.

This dude's got the career
that I've always dreamed of,

and now he's got my family.

I mean, it's eating me up inside.

Well, emotional depth
isn't your problem.

If anything, you should be
playing more dramatic characters.

Yeah, well, those roles
are going to guys like Scott,

Mr. Golden Globe.

I should've moved to LA a long time ago.

No, no, don't say that.

I think I would've had more opportunity.

I don't think you want that opportunity.

I was out there for pilot season.

I locked my keys to my car
rental, had to call a locksmith.

Guy calls himself
"locksmith to the stars,"

gets my keys outta my
car, hands me the bill,

looks right at me and says,

"Hey, pal, remember out
here, it's not who you know,

it's who you blow."

He's a locksmith.

You were the lead in a Tribeca movie.

That's true.

You know, I never would've
gotten that role if I had moved.

They were only looking for local hire.

That's because all the
real artists are right here.

I don't even wanna be a real artist.

I mean, look where it's gotten me.

All I wanna do is book fuckin' CW shows

so that I can provide for my family.

So how's your love life going?

Non-existent.

How am I supposed to focus on dating

when all I can think about is Katie?

I'm never gonna get over losing her.

May I make a suggestion?

There's this app I've
been killing it on lately.

It's called Love Bomb.

You ever hear of it?

No, I hate dating apps. You know this.

Love Bomb is different.
It's real role play.

Now you say you can't get
your mind off of Scott

and the kids, you wanna get
back in the acting game.

Here's a chance to kill
two birds with one stone.

Get laid, and get your acting chops back.

I don't know. I mean, what
if somebody sees me on there?

Nah, I could get canceled.

If anybody sees you on there,

it means they are also on there.

And I, I, I think you
need to have a career

in the first place to get canceled.

I, I, I didn't mean that.

Dude, come on.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You want another one?

Yes, please.

How 'bout you gentlemen?

Come on.

You're dead meat, buddy.

You're dead meat, buddy.

You're dead meat, buddy.

Yes, yeah, yes, I was
um, was with uh, Anna,

if that's even her real name.

Holy shit. Did you
just chloroform that guy?

Don't worry, he's into it. Trust me.

Ah, fuck.

I, I don't know about all this.

This is part of the game.
Are you gonna do this or not?

Yeah.

Look, his name is Josh.

He's into submission and punishment.

You want me to show you
the messages between us?

No, it's cool.

I mean, we probably
don't wanna know too much

about each other, right?

Exactly.

You know, you look a lot
older than your headshots.

I just had those taken last year.

Sure you did. Come on, help me.

Get the legs.

One, two, three. Where are we taking him?

The bathroom.

I thought you had like a
sex dungeon or something.

That's for the final act.

We need to build up some suspense first.

We want it to feel real, right?

Uh, sure.

So, I'll be in there with him,

telling him what a monster you are,

while you hang back in the living room.

When you feel it's right for
your character or whatever,

barge in and drag him out,
the rougher the better.

He likes it that way.

Ah.

All right.

And can you do me a favor?

What?

Stop breaking character.

It won't happen again.

Please.

Is it safe you to
keep doing it like that?

What did I tell you
about breaking character?

You've never met this
guy before, have you?

So what?

So you've been playing us, lady.

And this poor guy,

he doesn't like having
his balls fried at all.

You need to stop hitting
that switch lady, I mean it.

What are you gonna do?

Be a big strong man and try to stop me?

Bet your insane ass I am.

You're such
a fucking idiot, Tom.

Did you really think that was loaded?

Do something else.

Like what?

Fucking hit her.

I don't hit women.

You're a rat!

Stop! Stop!

Stop, stop, stop, stop, please!

Give it to me. Don't.

Sorry, man. She said
that you were into this.

Who the fuck would be into this?

Come on, buddy. You can do this.

Ah, so now I'm your buddy, huh?

All right, listen, I didn't
know it was a set up, okay?

Now we gotta work together. Deal?

Okay now, this whole place is locked down

and I have no idea how to get out.

Don't you have your cell phone?

Yeah. Good thinking, my man.

Where the fuck is my phone?

Fuck.

Do you think you put it down somewhere?

So what do we do now?

It's up to you, Tom. It always is.

That's right. I make
the rules around here.

I'm in control. I'm strong. I'm respected.

Ha ha ha ha
ha ha.

Okay. Let's do this.

Ah, fuck.

Uh, I don't know about this.
I feel like he's really hurt.

He's fine.

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm gonna call 9-1-1.

I keep telling you, we do
this all the time. He loves it.

You want it to feel real, right?

Well, lose yourself in the character,

and it'll be the greatest
pleasure you've ever known.

Oh god.

So what do you think
happened to your phone?

Ah, it probably slipped
outta my pocket or something.

Okay (sighs), let's just,

let's just try to find a way outta here.

She could come to any second.

Okay.

Ow. Up there.

Motherfucker.

Dammit.

Every door in this
place is gonna be locked.

There's no way out. We're fucked.

No, we are not fucked, buddy.

Look, there is two of us
and only one of her, right?

And we're men.

I don't even care anymore.

Now what kinda talk is that?

Nah, I mean it. I've got nothing.

My girlfriend left me. I have a shit job.

Goddammit, I just wanted to have some fun.

I can't even have that, so (sighs).

Yeah, my girl left me
too, except she was my wife.

She did?

Hell, yeah.

I was married for eight years
and she goes and hooks up with

Scott Montgomery.

The guy who just won the Golden Globe?

They're always trading up, man.

Always, right?

You got any kids?

No.

I do.

Really?

Yeah.

Got a little boy.

He's in Cannes right now with Scott.

Fucking guy's giving my kid
everything I never could.

That experience, that's rough.

Yeah. You're telling me.

I love that kid more than anything.

And it's only a matter of
time before he doesn't...

Fuck. Who, who am I
kidding? He's better off.

That's the saddest
story I've ever heard.

Why are you doing this?

Yeah, what the fuck is your problem?

Oh, come on boys.
I'm just having a little fun.

You boys like having fun, don't you?

I don't know if you've noticed,

but we're not exactly
having a good time here.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's a strange feeling when a
woman takes control, isn't it?

I'll give you boys a moment to adjust.

What are you gonna do to us?

How could I
possibly do anything to you?

There's only one of me and two of you.

And you're men, remember?

Just let us out, okay?

Not until I've had my fun.

And boys, I'm just getting started.

Oh, my god. She's gonna kill us.

Yeah. Well, listen up, Anna,
or whatever your name is.

You can try and dress
this up as social justice

all you want, but you're no feminist.

You're just some sicko who
gets off on hurting people.

Yeah.

Maybe.

But you boys put your hands
up for this little experiment

so you have no one to
blame but yourselves.

That's, that's victim blaming.
She's victim blaming now.

Anyways, from
the sound of things,

you fellows are already dead inside.

Maybe deep, deep down you just
want me to finish the job.

I don't know about
you, I don't wanna die.

Ditto. Fuck her self-pity
and fuck this crazy bitch.

I say we make our way into--

Ooh, I love secrets.

What are you two losers plotting?

Good. She can't hear us.

I say we make our way
back into the torture room

and fight our way outta here.

Are you crazy? This house of death.

This could be like the "Saw" movies,

there could be booby traps everywhere.

We don't have a choice.

Let's just take a minute here, okay?

We have to be smart about
this. Out fox the fox.

Okay, I'm getting bored now.

If you guys are gonna keep
whispering to each other

like two little girls at summer camp,

you're forcing me to come down
there and end this quickly.

And believe me, I have
just the right toys for it.

Oh, I can't believe this. No
lock screen on your phone, Tom?

I have access to everything.

Your emails, your photos,

and this text you got
from someone named Devin?

You put my phone down, now.

Wait. Is this your son
we've heard so much about?

Why don't you have a
lock screen on your phone?

I don't wanna have to put
my password in every time.

It takes like one second.

I never thought I was gonna
be in a situation like this.

Okay?

Let me play this for you.

Cannes is a lotta fun.

I ate a crepe and I got to
speak French at the hotel.

I'll send you pics
tomorrow, Dad. I love you.

Oh, that's lovely.

What should I text him back?

Should I tell him what his
dad's been doing tonight?

Electrocuting a guy's nut sack?

I bet if I say just the right thing,

or to be more precise, the
wrong thing, he'll show his mom

and whatever visitation
rights you have will go poof,

right out the window.

Hmm. What to text, what to text?

I've got it.

Take your crepe and shove it up your ass,

you little shit head.

Don't you dare! He's
only eight years old.

You fuckin' bitch.
- Tom, Tom.

Tom. Tom, she's baiting you, stop.

Here we go. Sent.

You fucking idiot. Tom, stop.

All right, all right.

Hang in there, Tom, okay?
Hang in there. Hang in there.

I had you fooled, right?

When I was pretending to be
a big shot and her husband,

I, I had you totally convinced, didn't I?

Tom, it was a stellar performance.

Stellar?

Nice.

Grieve later.

I'll give you a head start.

One Mississippi,

two Mississippi,

three Mississippi,

four Mississippi,

five Mississippi,

six Mississippi,

seven Mississippi,

eight Mississippi.

Following the model
established by Tinder

and adopted by every
other major dating app,

if we limit the exposure
that male profiles have

to female users, they
will be more inclined

to pay for upgrades.

In its current version,
there is no incentive

for male users to upgrade.

It's essentially a free-for-all.

Everyone has access to anyone on the app.

Now, of course, when we
first started two years ago,

well that was fine.

But after last month's
projections it's clear,

Love Bomb has become
the hottest dating app

in the marketplace.

We're finally competing with
the big boys, and girls.

Word has spread.

In a post-pandemic world,
people wanna get their freak on.

Tinder and Bumble are fuckin'
vanilla compared to Love Bomb.

Excuse my language.

And now is the time to
take it to the next level.

Now is the time to make men
pay if they wanna be seen

by not only more profiles,
but the top profiles.

If you're an attractive woman
making six figures a year,

you don't wanna role
play with just any creep.

Well, you'll feel more secure

knowing the men that have access to you

have the money to do so.

Time is now, not a year from
now, not six months from now.

I've already talked to our
product guys, and girls.

They say the change to the
algorithm can be applied

as soon as next week.

Now the Reddit bros'll bitch
about it, but fuck 'em.

It's not like they're
getting matches anyway.

Am I right?

Finished?

Yeah. Thoughts?

You're interested in my thoughts?

Sounds like you had it all worked out.

Well, I mean, I wouldn't say--

Stop talking. You said enough already.

There won't be any
changes to the algorithm,

so if that covers everything.

I'm sorry, but why?

Excuse me?

Why won't there be any
changes to the algorithm?

It's funny, you used the
term "we" a couple times

in your speech, but I don't
recall you being the CEO

of this company.

And I definitely don't recall
you creating the app with me.

Am I mistaken?

Or were you with me in
my Chinatown apartment

dreaming up Love Bomb?

Well, no, Anna, of course I wasn't.

And, and I know you're the CEO,

but you hired me to
give my, my, my opinion

on things like this and
that's all I was doing.

I mean, the projections
speak for themselves.

It's true, the projections
say we're doing well.

Between our ad revenue and
the premium subscriptions

we keep getting, we're hitting
our annual growth targets.

Love Bomb is underground and hip.

If it becomes another Tinder clone,

it'll cease to be underground and hip,

and our users will
eventually go elsewhere.

Then what happens?

Yeah, but, but what about,
what about women's safety?

I mean, there's no, there's no
filtering system whatsoever.

Oh, because you care so
much about women's safety.

That's it, right?

Your proposed algorithm is gonna protect

all of those women needing protecting.

You make a lotta presumptions about women.

But guess what?

Maybe a woman making high six figures

wants to fuck a hot bartender.

Not that it matters what they do.

Love Bomb isn't a dating app
for serious relationships,

or sugar daddies.

It's a fetish app.

It's about one thing, and
one thing only, Jared.

Getting off.

I, I just was thinking

it was time to expand is all.

And I mean, I, I, I,
I think that Love Bomb

could be so much--

Thank you, Jared. (clears
throat) You can leave now.

I wish I could just terminate
him because he's a dick,

but I'll need just cause.

Well, there's Cassie.

Who's Cassie?

She's one of the new girls.

We were talking the other day

and she said he keeps
asking her what she's up to,

if she's free for a drink, et cetera.

Has she made a complaint to HR?

No, I don't really think she cared.

Hmm. Have her make a formal complaint.

Tell her she needs to.

Make sure it's done by
the end of the week.

Of course. Done.

All that bullshit about women's safety.

The balls on these fucking guys.

You know, I used to dream about

all the progressive
enlightened men I'd meet

once I moved to New
York, but it turns out,

they're just the same as
the men in my hometown.

They're only better at hiding it here.

Behind their white knight posturing,

they just wanna fuck women
and hold power over them.

Not that I don't understand
the appeal of holding power

over somebody.

What do we have for tomorrow?

You have an 8:00 AM
call with the investors.

Push it to Friday.

Done.

Hey.

Hey, how's it going?

Good. Dinner's almost
ready.

19 Mississippi,

20, time's up.

Josh,

where are you?

I can hear you.

Swipe left.

Swipe right.

Swipe left.

Swipe right.

Now where would a cowardly cuck be hiding?

I see you, Josh.

What do you have behind there?

I see.

You know, Josh, I kinda like you.

Not like Tom. Man, that
guy is such a loser.

But you, Josh,
you have potential.

Who am I kidding?
That's all men are, isn't it?

Big, sweaty, sacks of
unfulfilled romantic potential.

The reality of men is always

so soul-crushingly disappointing.

It's better to live with the
fantasy of what they could be.

Wow, Josh.

I guess you're not as broken
as I thought you were.

There's still some fight left in you.

You really hurt me.

Ah, you fucking bitch.

Stay put so I can end
your pathetic existence.

Just don't do this.

What happened to you, Anna?

What made you like this?

Listen, I, I, I know what
it's like to be hurt, okay?

I know what it's like to
give your life to somebody

and have them throw you
away like you're nothing.

I know what it's like to be treated badly,

but you don't have to do this.

You, you don't, you don't have to be like

the people that hurt you.

Sorry, Josh. Your little
speech isn't gonna work.

When I look at you, Anna,
I don't see a bad person.

I see somebody in pain. I'm in pain too.

Maybe we can help each other.

You'll never know what
made me this way, Josh.

Only one person knows, and
I killed him years ago.

I thought killing him
would help, but it didn't.

The only thing I feel is the
faint trace of pleasure I get

seeing a man squirm
and die before my eyes,

and I keep chasing that pleasure.

Chasing and chasing.

You created a wall, to protect yourself.

That's what I think.

If you just, just let that wall come down,

maybe you can feel again,
maybe even love again, Anna.

Do you even know what love is, Josh?

It's nothing more than a chemical reaction

sent to the brain.

Oxytocin, dopamine,
we're all slaves to it.

But if you can master it, then
you're a slave to nothing.

The first man I killed was a monster,

but I did love him.

I loved him, and I willed myself

to do what needed to be done.

And now, I'll never be a slave again.

Your girlfriend was
right to leave you, Josh.

She was just mastering
those pesky little chemicals

that lead us all astray.

Fucking die, you
fucking cunt. Fucking die.

Hey, hey.

Hey.

I, I, I lied about,

I lied about the text I
sent to your son.

Really?

I, I sent, I
sent him a nice text.

He'll know, he'll know you loved him.

Thank you.

Maybe I'm not so bad after all.

♪ When somebody breaks your heart ♪

♪ And your whole world falls apart ♪

♪ I wanna be there, baby ♪

♪ I wanna watch you cry ♪

♪ Oh, when he says goodbye ♪

♪ And you feel like you could die ♪

♪ I wanna be there, baby ♪

♪ I wanna watch you cry ♪

♪ You been thinking that you're so smart ♪

♪ Just because you broke my heart ♪

♪ But baby, like all the rest ♪

♪ He who laughs the
last, sure laughs best ♪

♪ So goodbye, farewell ♪

♪ But, when this heartbreak
rings your bell ♪

♪ I wanna be there, baby ♪

♪ I wanna watch you cry ♪

♪ You been thinking that you're so smart ♪

♪ Just because you broke my heart ♪

♪ But baby, like all the rest ♪

♪ He who laughs the
last, sure laughs best ♪

♪ So goodbye, and farewell ♪

♪ But, when this heartbreak
rings your bell ♪

♪ I wanna be there, baby ♪

♪ I wanna watch you cry ♪

♪ Blah-Ah, I wanna be there baby ♪

♪ I wanna watch you cry ♪

♪ Baby, baby, baby ♪

♪ I wanna be there baby ♪

♪ I wanna ♪