Love Bomb (2024) Movie Script
1
(smooth jazz music)
(smooth jazz music continues)
(telephone rings)
Hey.
[Josh] Hey. How's it going?
Good. Dinner's almost ready.
[Josh] Okay. I'm gonna
be a little late.
There's a lotta traffic.
Okay. How late?
[Josh] Maybe half an
hour. I'll see you soon.
Okay.
(phone clatters)
(smooth jazz music)
(car engine hums)
(car door bangs)
(car lock beeps)
(door creaks)
Baby, I am so sorry.
(Anna sighs)
Wow, this looks,
this looks great.
It's cold.
It's okay.
I like it cold.
[Anna] What's wrong?
Nothing. Why?
[Anna] You seem nervous.
(laughs) I'm not...
(glass thuds)
Shit.
(Anna sighs)
I'm sorry. Like I said, I,
I, uh, sorry I was late.
I, uh, traffic was, it
was, it was insane today.
[Anna] 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?
[Anna] 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?
[Josh] Who is she?
Yes. Who is she?
She's um, she's
someone from work.
Is it your assistant?
(sighs) 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.
(Josh exhales sharply)
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?
(both moaning)
(Anna giggles)
(both breathing heavily)
(smooth jazz music)
(Anna moans loudly)
(smooth jazz music)
(Anna moans loudly)
(smooth jazz music)
Do you love me, Josh?
[Josh] I love you so much, Anna.
(both moaning)
(smooth jazz music)
(both moaning)
(smooth jazz music)
(both moaning)
(smooth jazz music)
(Anna gasping)
(covers rustle)
(light upbeat music)
(Josh sighs)
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
(door clatters shut)
Hi.
(scoffs) You're dead meat buddy.
It's not what it looks like.
(clicks tongue) 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).
(soft ominous music)
(soft ominous music continues)
[Anna] Hey.
You okay?
(sighs) 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.
(cellphone buzzes)
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.
[Mark] 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.
[Mark] (sighs) 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.
[Josh] 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.
(electronic dance
music in background)
I like your abs
You guys have
everything you need?
[Customer] Take the check.
The check? Sure.
(electronic dance music)
(no audio)
(Josh scoffs)
(traffic hums softly)
(traffic hums softly)
(traffic hums softly)
(car engine hums and idles)
(car door bangs)
(deep mysterious music)
[Anna] Hey.
[Josh] 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.
(film reel clicking)
(rapid garbled voices)
(film reel clicking)
(rapid garbled voices)
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 gasps)
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.
(scoffs) 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.
(upbeat pop music)
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.
(scoffs) 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.
- (vinyl scratches)
- 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.
(laughs) 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.
(knocking at door)
Hey.
What are you kids
doing in there?
(door scrapes and bangs)
Where am I?
- (chuckles) 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.
(chuckles) 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.
(grunts) 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, (chuckles)
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?
(somber music)
(stopper pops)
(brandy dribbles)
(slow somber orchestral music)
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.
(Tom sighs)
Drink up.
It's a little early for me.
(sighs) 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.
(deep somber strings music)
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.
(laughs) 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?
(tense music)
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.
(footsteps click)
(door rattles)
(dramatic swoosh)
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...
(tense bouncy music)
(Josh breathing heavily)
(door bangs)
(tense foreboding music)
Cat and mouse it is.
(door handle rattles)
I've got a joke for you.
What do cats eat for breakfast?
Mice crispies.
You're a fucking weirdo, man.
(tense music)
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.
[Anna] Josh.
[Tom] 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.
(scoffs) 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?
[Anna] Josh.
What the hell's the
matter with you women?
(scoffs) A guy like that, a
shit guy like that, you marry.
A guy like me, you leave.
(scoffs) 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.
(gentle sorrowful music)
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.
[Tom] I can hear you in there.
(gentle suspenseful music)
Tom, don't.
(Anna crying)
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.
(blues guitar music)
(blues guitar music continues)
(chair thuds) (Josh grunts)
(Josh thuds)
Shit.
[Tom] What happened?
[Anna] He threw the
chair against the window.
(no audio)
(soft tense music)
(Josh sighing)
(electronic dance music)
(electronic dance
music continues)
(Tom sighs)
Excited?
Wow, that's quite the
lump you've got there.
Looks like it really hurts.
(Josh screams in pain)
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.
(electronic dance music)
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?
[Josh] Yes, yes, anything.
Will you give me back
my pride, my dignity?
How do you suppose
you're gonna do that?
(electronic dance music)
Maybe, just maybe,
I'll take yours.
(dildo whirs)
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.
(electronic dance music)
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?
(electronic dance music)
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?
(breathes heavily) 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.
(electronic dance music)
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?
(electronic dance music)
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.
(electronic dance music)
I mean, she's not really my
wife in the biblical sense,
at least.
I've had enough of
this. Give me that.
(electricity crackles)
(Josh yelling)
No, please! (screaming)
(electricity buzzes and whirs)
(Josh screams and yells)
Stop. Help! Help!
(Josh yells)
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.
(Coach sighs)
(Coach laughs)
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.
(Coach scoffs lightly)
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.
(laughs) 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.
(sighs) 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.
(pop music in background)
(glass thuds)
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?
(Tom sighs)
Come on.
(Tom sighs)
(deep gentle jazz music)
(Tom sighs)
(Tom sniffles)
(Tom sighs)
You're dead meat, buddy.
(rapid swoosh)
You're dead meat, buddy.
You're dead meat, buddy.
(door creaks)
(door bangs)
Yes, yeah, yes, I was
um, was with uh, Anna,
if that's even her real name.
(Josh thuds)
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?
[Anna] 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.
(Tom gasps)
(Josh's legs thud)
(Tom exhales sharply)
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.
(suspenseful music)
It won't happen again.
(electric buzzing)
(soft techno music)
(Josh yelling in pain)
(electricity buzzes and whirs)
(Josh yelling in pain)
(electricity buzzes and whirs)
Please. (crying)
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.
(Josh screams in pain)
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.
(laughs) You're such
a fucking idiot, Tom.
Did you really think
that was loaded?
(gun clicking)
(gun clatters)
Do something else.
[Tom] Like what?
[Josh] Fucking hit her.
I don't hit women.
(electricity buzzes)
(Josh yells in pain)
You're a rat!
[Josh] Stop! Stop!
Stop, stop, stop, stop, please!
Give it to me. Don't.
(Josh yells in pain)
(fist thuds)
(electronic dance music)
(metal scrapes)
(metal clangs)
(metal shovel clatters)
Sorry, man. She said
that you were into this.
(restraints clinking)
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?
(laughs) Yeah. Good
thinking, my man.
Where the fuck is my phone?
Fuck.
Do you think you put
it down somewhere?
(Josh sighs)
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.
(lips rumble) Ha ha ha ha
ha ha. (exhales sharply)
Okay. Let's do this.
Ah, fuck.
(all groan)
(Josh thuds)
(Anna and Josh sigh)
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.
(Tom sighs)
You want it to feel real, right?
Well, lose yourself
in the character,
and it'll be the greatest
pleasure you've ever known.
(relaxed suggestive music)
(relaxed suggestive
music continues)
(Anna slurps)
(Tom sighs deeply)
(Tom moans)
[Tom] 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.
(electronic dance music)
(Anna moaning)
Motherfucker. (chuckles)
(tense suspenseful music)
(door handles rattle)
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.
[Anna] That's the saddest
story I've ever heard.
Why are you doing this?
Yeah, what the fuck
is your problem?
- [Anna] 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.
[Anna] 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?
[Anna] 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?
[Anna] 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.
[Anna] 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.
[Anna] 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...
[Anna] 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.
[Anna] 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?
[Anna] Let me play this for you.
[Devin] 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.
(curtain swooshes)
(deep mysterious music)
(thunder crashes)
(rain splatters)
(thunder rumbles)
You fucking idiot. Tom, stop.
(arrow thuds)
(blood splatters)
(Tom groans)
(Tom thuds)
(Tom groans)
All right, all right.
(Tom groans and gasps)
(thunder rumbles)
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.
(thunder crackles)
(rain splatters)
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.
[Jared] 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.
(scoffs) 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.
(cellphone buzzes)
(Anna sighs)
(phone keys click)
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.
[Rachel] Done.
(gentle suggestive music)
(gentle suggestive
music continues)
(knife scrapes)
(meat sizzles)
(water bubbles) (phone rings)
Hey.
[Josh] Hey, how's it going?
Good. Dinner's almost
ready. (voices echoes)
19 Mississippi,
20, time's up.
(thunder rumbles)
(tense scary music)
Josh,
where are you?
I can hear you.
(tense suspenseful music)
Swipe left.
Swipe right.
Swipe left.
Swipe right.
Now where would a
cowardly cuck be hiding?
(rain splatters)
I see you, Josh.
What do you have behind there?
(tense suspenseful
music) (rain splatters)
(steel scrapes)
I see.
You know, Josh,
I kinda like you.
Not like Tom. Man, that
guy is such a loser.
(scoffs) But you, Josh,
you have potential.
(laughs) Who am I kidding?
That's all men are, isn't it?
Big, sweaty, sacks of
unfulfilled romantic potential.
(rain splatters) (tense music)
The reality of men is always
so soul-crushingly
disappointing.
It's better to live with the
fantasy of what they could be.
(steel scrapes) (knife clicks)
(Anna gasps and cries)
Wow, Josh. (panting)
I guess you're not as broken
as I thought you were.
(Anna panting)
(Anna winces)
There's still some
fight left in you.
You really hurt me.
(gun clicks) (arrow thuds)
(Josh cries out)
Ah, you fucking bitch. (groans)
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.
(dramatic drumming)
(Anna gasping)
(dramatic drumming)
(Anna gasping)
(Josh grunting)
(tense music)
Fucking die, you fucking
cunt. Fucking die.
(thunder rumbles)
(Anna gasps) (tense music)
(Anna gasps)
(tense music)
(thunder rumbles)
(arrow slices)
(Anna gasps and coughs)
(blood spurting)
(Anna gasping)
(blood spatters)
(Anna gasping)
(Anna laughs)
(Josh gags)
(Tom grunts) (knife slashes)
(Anna gasping)
(Anna cries out)
(Anna panting)
(Anna gasping)
(Tom moans faintly)
(slow somber music)
Hey, hey.
(Tom gasps)
Hey.
(Anna gasping)
I, I, I lied about,
I lied about the text I
sent to your son. (gasps)
(Tom sighs)
Really?
(gasps) I, I sent, I
sent him a nice text.
He'll know, he'll
know you loved him.
(Anna gasping)
Thank you.
(Anna laughing)
Maybe I'm not so bad after all.
(Anna crying)
(soft somber music)
(soft somber music continues)
(rain splatters)
(upbeat jazz music)
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
(gentle smooth jazz music)
(gentle smooth jazz
music continues)
(gentle smooth jazz
music continues)
(gentle smooth jazz
music continues)
(gentle smooth jazz
music continues)
(gentle smooth jazz
music continues)
(gentle smooth jazz
music continues)
(gentle smooth jazz
music continues)
(gentle smooth jazz
music continues)
(smooth jazz music)
(smooth jazz music continues)
(telephone rings)
Hey.
[Josh] Hey. How's it going?
Good. Dinner's almost ready.
[Josh] Okay. I'm gonna
be a little late.
There's a lotta traffic.
Okay. How late?
[Josh] Maybe half an
hour. I'll see you soon.
Okay.
(phone clatters)
(smooth jazz music)
(car engine hums)
(car door bangs)
(car lock beeps)
(door creaks)
Baby, I am so sorry.
(Anna sighs)
Wow, this looks,
this looks great.
It's cold.
It's okay.
I like it cold.
[Anna] What's wrong?
Nothing. Why?
[Anna] You seem nervous.
(laughs) I'm not...
(glass thuds)
Shit.
(Anna sighs)
I'm sorry. Like I said, I,
I, uh, sorry I was late.
I, uh, traffic was, it
was, it was insane today.
[Anna] 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?
[Anna] 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?
[Josh] Who is she?
Yes. Who is she?
She's um, she's
someone from work.
Is it your assistant?
(sighs) 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.
(Josh exhales sharply)
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?
(both moaning)
(Anna giggles)
(both breathing heavily)
(smooth jazz music)
(Anna moans loudly)
(smooth jazz music)
(Anna moans loudly)
(smooth jazz music)
Do you love me, Josh?
[Josh] I love you so much, Anna.
(both moaning)
(smooth jazz music)
(both moaning)
(smooth jazz music)
(both moaning)
(smooth jazz music)
(Anna gasping)
(covers rustle)
(light upbeat music)
(Josh sighs)
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
(door clatters shut)
Hi.
(scoffs) You're dead meat buddy.
It's not what it looks like.
(clicks tongue) 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).
(soft ominous music)
(soft ominous music continues)
[Anna] Hey.
You okay?
(sighs) 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.
(cellphone buzzes)
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.
[Mark] 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.
[Mark] (sighs) 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.
[Josh] 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.
(electronic dance
music in background)
I like your abs
You guys have
everything you need?
[Customer] Take the check.
The check? Sure.
(electronic dance music)
(no audio)
(Josh scoffs)
(traffic hums softly)
(traffic hums softly)
(traffic hums softly)
(car engine hums and idles)
(car door bangs)
(deep mysterious music)
[Anna] Hey.
[Josh] 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.
(film reel clicking)
(rapid garbled voices)
(film reel clicking)
(rapid garbled voices)
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 gasps)
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.
(scoffs) 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.
(upbeat pop music)
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.
(scoffs) 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.
- (vinyl scratches)
- 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.
(laughs) 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.
(knocking at door)
Hey.
What are you kids
doing in there?
(door scrapes and bangs)
Where am I?
- (chuckles) 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.
(chuckles) 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.
(grunts) 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, (chuckles)
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?
(somber music)
(stopper pops)
(brandy dribbles)
(slow somber orchestral music)
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.
(Tom sighs)
Drink up.
It's a little early for me.
(sighs) 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.
(deep somber strings music)
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.
(laughs) 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?
(tense music)
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.
(footsteps click)
(door rattles)
(dramatic swoosh)
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...
(tense bouncy music)
(Josh breathing heavily)
(door bangs)
(tense foreboding music)
Cat and mouse it is.
(door handle rattles)
I've got a joke for you.
What do cats eat for breakfast?
Mice crispies.
You're a fucking weirdo, man.
(tense music)
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.
[Anna] Josh.
[Tom] 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.
(scoffs) 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?
[Anna] Josh.
What the hell's the
matter with you women?
(scoffs) A guy like that, a
shit guy like that, you marry.
A guy like me, you leave.
(scoffs) 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.
(gentle sorrowful music)
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.
[Tom] I can hear you in there.
(gentle suspenseful music)
Tom, don't.
(Anna crying)
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.
(blues guitar music)
(blues guitar music continues)
(chair thuds) (Josh grunts)
(Josh thuds)
Shit.
[Tom] What happened?
[Anna] He threw the
chair against the window.
(no audio)
(soft tense music)
(Josh sighing)
(electronic dance music)
(electronic dance
music continues)
(Tom sighs)
Excited?
Wow, that's quite the
lump you've got there.
Looks like it really hurts.
(Josh screams in pain)
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.
(electronic dance music)
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?
[Josh] Yes, yes, anything.
Will you give me back
my pride, my dignity?
How do you suppose
you're gonna do that?
(electronic dance music)
Maybe, just maybe,
I'll take yours.
(dildo whirs)
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.
(electronic dance music)
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?
(electronic dance music)
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?
(breathes heavily) 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.
(electronic dance music)
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?
(electronic dance music)
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.
(electronic dance music)
I mean, she's not really my
wife in the biblical sense,
at least.
I've had enough of
this. Give me that.
(electricity crackles)
(Josh yelling)
No, please! (screaming)
(electricity buzzes and whirs)
(Josh screams and yells)
Stop. Help! Help!
(Josh yells)
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.
(Coach sighs)
(Coach laughs)
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.
(Coach scoffs lightly)
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.
(laughs) 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.
(sighs) 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.
(pop music in background)
(glass thuds)
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?
(Tom sighs)
Come on.
(Tom sighs)
(deep gentle jazz music)
(Tom sighs)
(Tom sniffles)
(Tom sighs)
You're dead meat, buddy.
(rapid swoosh)
You're dead meat, buddy.
You're dead meat, buddy.
(door creaks)
(door bangs)
Yes, yeah, yes, I was
um, was with uh, Anna,
if that's even her real name.
(Josh thuds)
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?
[Anna] 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.
(Tom gasps)
(Josh's legs thud)
(Tom exhales sharply)
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.
(suspenseful music)
It won't happen again.
(electric buzzing)
(soft techno music)
(Josh yelling in pain)
(electricity buzzes and whirs)
(Josh yelling in pain)
(electricity buzzes and whirs)
Please. (crying)
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.
(Josh screams in pain)
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.
(laughs) You're such
a fucking idiot, Tom.
Did you really think
that was loaded?
(gun clicking)
(gun clatters)
Do something else.
[Tom] Like what?
[Josh] Fucking hit her.
I don't hit women.
(electricity buzzes)
(Josh yells in pain)
You're a rat!
[Josh] Stop! Stop!
Stop, stop, stop, stop, please!
Give it to me. Don't.
(Josh yells in pain)
(fist thuds)
(electronic dance music)
(metal scrapes)
(metal clangs)
(metal shovel clatters)
Sorry, man. She said
that you were into this.
(restraints clinking)
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?
(laughs) Yeah. Good
thinking, my man.
Where the fuck is my phone?
Fuck.
Do you think you put
it down somewhere?
(Josh sighs)
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.
(lips rumble) Ha ha ha ha
ha ha. (exhales sharply)
Okay. Let's do this.
Ah, fuck.
(all groan)
(Josh thuds)
(Anna and Josh sigh)
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.
(Tom sighs)
You want it to feel real, right?
Well, lose yourself
in the character,
and it'll be the greatest
pleasure you've ever known.
(relaxed suggestive music)
(relaxed suggestive
music continues)
(Anna slurps)
(Tom sighs deeply)
(Tom moans)
[Tom] 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.
(electronic dance music)
(Anna moaning)
Motherfucker. (chuckles)
(tense suspenseful music)
(door handles rattle)
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.
[Anna] That's the saddest
story I've ever heard.
Why are you doing this?
Yeah, what the fuck
is your problem?
- [Anna] 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.
[Anna] 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?
[Anna] 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?
[Anna] 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.
[Anna] 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.
[Anna] 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...
[Anna] 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.
[Anna] 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?
[Anna] Let me play this for you.
[Devin] 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.
(curtain swooshes)
(deep mysterious music)
(thunder crashes)
(rain splatters)
(thunder rumbles)
You fucking idiot. Tom, stop.
(arrow thuds)
(blood splatters)
(Tom groans)
(Tom thuds)
(Tom groans)
All right, all right.
(Tom groans and gasps)
(thunder rumbles)
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.
(thunder crackles)
(rain splatters)
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.
[Jared] 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.
(scoffs) 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.
(cellphone buzzes)
(Anna sighs)
(phone keys click)
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.
[Rachel] Done.
(gentle suggestive music)
(gentle suggestive
music continues)
(knife scrapes)
(meat sizzles)
(water bubbles) (phone rings)
Hey.
[Josh] Hey, how's it going?
Good. Dinner's almost
ready. (voices echoes)
19 Mississippi,
20, time's up.
(thunder rumbles)
(tense scary music)
Josh,
where are you?
I can hear you.
(tense suspenseful music)
Swipe left.
Swipe right.
Swipe left.
Swipe right.
Now where would a
cowardly cuck be hiding?
(rain splatters)
I see you, Josh.
What do you have behind there?
(tense suspenseful
music) (rain splatters)
(steel scrapes)
I see.
You know, Josh,
I kinda like you.
Not like Tom. Man, that
guy is such a loser.
(scoffs) But you, Josh,
you have potential.
(laughs) Who am I kidding?
That's all men are, isn't it?
Big, sweaty, sacks of
unfulfilled romantic potential.
(rain splatters) (tense music)
The reality of men is always
so soul-crushingly
disappointing.
It's better to live with the
fantasy of what they could be.
(steel scrapes) (knife clicks)
(Anna gasps and cries)
Wow, Josh. (panting)
I guess you're not as broken
as I thought you were.
(Anna panting)
(Anna winces)
There's still some
fight left in you.
You really hurt me.
(gun clicks) (arrow thuds)
(Josh cries out)
Ah, you fucking bitch. (groans)
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.
(dramatic drumming)
(Anna gasping)
(dramatic drumming)
(Anna gasping)
(Josh grunting)
(tense music)
Fucking die, you fucking
cunt. Fucking die.
(thunder rumbles)
(Anna gasps) (tense music)
(Anna gasps)
(tense music)
(thunder rumbles)
(arrow slices)
(Anna gasps and coughs)
(blood spurting)
(Anna gasping)
(blood spatters)
(Anna gasping)
(Anna laughs)
(Josh gags)
(Tom grunts) (knife slashes)
(Anna gasping)
(Anna cries out)
(Anna panting)
(Anna gasping)
(Tom moans faintly)
(slow somber music)
Hey, hey.
(Tom gasps)
Hey.
(Anna gasping)
I, I, I lied about,
I lied about the text I
sent to your son. (gasps)
(Tom sighs)
Really?
(gasps) I, I sent, I
sent him a nice text.
He'll know, he'll
know you loved him.
(Anna gasping)
Thank you.
(Anna laughing)
Maybe I'm not so bad after all.
(Anna crying)
(soft somber music)
(soft somber music continues)
(rain splatters)
(upbeat jazz music)
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
(gentle smooth jazz music)
(gentle smooth jazz
music continues)
(gentle smooth jazz
music continues)
(gentle smooth jazz
music continues)
(gentle smooth jazz
music continues)
(gentle smooth jazz
music continues)
(gentle smooth jazz
music continues)
(gentle smooth jazz
music continues)
(gentle smooth jazz
music continues)