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[alarm ringing]

[ringing stops]

Amanda. Right.

-Amanda Scott.
-[Amanda sighs]

Amanda? Babe?

[Amanda] Hmm.

I gotta--

I gotta--

It's morning.

Oh. Hi.

I gotta get ready.

Yeah, um… [smacks lips]

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

Real life.
It really gets in the way, babe.

["I'm a Lucky Guy" playing]

[sighs] 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 ♪

Babe, croissants will have to be
another day.

♪ To have you and all of your charms ♪

♪ To think that you belong to me ♪

Sorry, the, uh, flat white mochas
will have to be another day.

♪ To know you're not a fancy free ♪

♪ That's the reason why
Oh, boy ♪

Bye.

♪ I'm a lucky guy ♪

[music stops]

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.

[chuckles] 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…
-[phone buzzing]

…all the articles, firings,
reams of men being canceled.

[Toby sighs]

There seems to be a disconnect
between your heart and your brain.

We must work to make you more whole,

more integrated, hmm?

Um…

[inhales]

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. Hmm?

See you next week.

[buzzing continues]

[Toby] 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.

[engine revs]

I mean, it doesn't make me
wanna be anywhere near you,

but maybe a mail-order bride/whore
would like it.

I don't know. [scoffs]

[elevator bell dings]

Hey, you swiped left.
Thought you liked me.

[coworker] Mmm.

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 decisive men,

not some neutered, postmodern,
hypoallergenic, 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.

[phone dings]

Uh-oh. Principal's office. Gotta 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--

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 Reykjavík?

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.

[scoffs]

I joke sometimes,
but my whole shtick is filled with irony.

It's not real toxic masculinity.

Since your divorce, you've 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.

[sighing] I've invested so much in you.

[phone buzzing]

I need an heir here.

[Toby] 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,

of being a serious man.

I need someone to really head up

our new advanced AI marketing project
next quarter.

-I can 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--
-[phone buzzes]

Hey, look at this.

Her name's 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 honeytrap
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 clearheaded
for the remainder of our hot night.

[Natessa] Wow. 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 kettlebells mostly.

Well, it's paying off.

[chuckles]

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.

[panting]

Ow!

What--

Natessa?

[grunts, groaning]

What the fuck?

[groans]

Wh-What the fuck?

[grunting]

[screams]

[Toby panting]

[shouting] Hello?

[doctor] 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 icebox 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 wanna 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?

Well, rather than treat this
like a conspiracy theory,

we're gonna approach the case
as a onetime event.

As long as you catch
that succubus from hell.

This 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.

[Toby] Sasha.

[sighs]

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.

It's her tattoo.

[shutter clicks]

What are you gonna do with it?

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.

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

All I can say for sure is that
it's hardwired into your system

-and removing it is even trickier now.
-Why is that?

[sighs]

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 is 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.

[Toby] I'm resilient.

I'm tough. I'm okay.

I'm a guy.

But it seems to me
that despite all my warnings,

you are 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.

[Toby sighs]

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.

[typing]

-[Toby groans]
-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've 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?

-[sighs] 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.

I-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 wanna 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.
-Forty grand.

Fifty-two.

Fifty-two.

Fine.

This is gonna take some time.
What is it you wanna know?

-[rain pattering]
-[thunder rumbling]

[gasps] Ah, fuck me.

[Natessa] Toby.

Hi, Toby.

I just came by to take something back.

[Toby grunting, groaning]

[grunting continues]

-It's beautiful.
-[screams]

-[breathing heavily]
-[phone buzzing]

[sighs]

Oh, God.

-Hello?
-[Wyatt] I have intel for you.

[Toby sighs]

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.

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'd you find out about the group?

It's very secret.

Very much on the frontiers of pleasure.

They hold regular events.

I don't know what happens at these things,
but there's one next week, here, downtown.

Well, you gotta 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.

[Sasha] I'm just-- I'm-- Honestly, Toby,

I'm a little bit worried about
what you're getting yourself into.

[phone buzzing]

-Go ahead.
-[Wyatt] Okay.

I, uh-- I programmed your key card.

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

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.

[door opens, closes]

[gavel raps]

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?

[Toby] You have your eye on that one, huh?

[bidder] Well, it's a beaut, isn't it?

[auctioneer] We have four.

[Toby] You look in good health.
Why the interest?

[auctioneer] 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.

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.

[auctioneer] Do I hear 550?

550.

[bidder] 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 a human thymus gland is
lightly broiled like sweetbread.

[auctioneer] 750.

750 going once, going twice.

Sold for 750.

[crowd gasps]

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.

[Toby] 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.

[Natessa] You're not
gonna shoot me in here.

[Toby] Oh, please.

Try me.

[Natessa sighs]

[Toby] 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.

[Natessa grunts]

[Toby] Come on.

[Natessa grunts]

Listen, Toby. I'm sorry.

Really, I am. I--

-I don't know what else to say. I--
-Why me?

Low-hanging fruit. [chuckles]

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--

[chuckles] 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're 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-- [thuds]

[Natessa] 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 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.

[British accent]
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?

[Natessa grunts]

-[gunshot]
-[both grunt]

[blood dripping]

You shot me.

[grunts]

[Toby] I didn't wanna kill her.
I just wanted details.

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.

They probably already suspect you.

-[scoffs]
-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--
-No, 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

as 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… [stammers]

I'm just now realizing it.

[Sasha strains]

Toby! Toby.

[shudders]

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?

[door opens]

[door closes]

I know it sounds insane, but…

I'm telling you what I saw.

[detective 1] You know
what was here last night?

[detective 2] Book signing.

New teenage vampire book.
They're calling it the next Twilight.

-What?
-[detective 1] 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 w-- I was standing on this spot,

and there 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 sometime last night.

She matches the description of the woman
you say assaulted you in your bedroom.

She 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. [laughing]

Thank God, Sasha.

I knew you'd come through for me. [laughs]

Lee. Lee, what?

Uh, did they demand some kind of ransom?

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

You already have given so much, dear boy.

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

[laughs] Ah.

Hello? Guys?

Huh? Come on. It's over.

Come on. Wha--

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?
-[Lee] 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?
-[Lee] 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.

[Lee] 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.

[Lee] I think he'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!

[auctioneer] Going once. Going twice.

-[gavel raps]
-Sold.