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was working on a Kennedy book?

Your five minutes is so up.

Now, say a person wanted

to get some hands on the tetro.

Where would they go about doing that?

We got it from holy men

in the mountains.

Magician types.

You don't know any magicians,

now do you?

Jinky thinks he's seen it all,

but he hasn't seen anything yet.

He's going to see a girl

die on stage tonight.

But he's not going to see her die

afterwards in a dream.

Not like I will, at least.

"Sit down, b*tch.

You die tonight."

What you are,

what you all are,

is meat.

Cattle...

that will never escape from the herd.

My dear,

if you please.

Back to the cocoon.

You may awake...

now.

Where am I?

- The Greeks used this...

- Let me out of here.

...the brazen bull, for torture, yes,

but also for transformation.

- You...

- Help me!

...have returned

to the cocoon, my dear,

to metamorphosize.

Surely, you cannot remain

the pathetic piece of meat

that you have always been.

No!

I will not let you out until you are done!

Ha ha ha ha!

Do you understand me?

Until you are done!

Ah.

Good.

- Oh, God, it's really...

- What the f***?

You're nowhere near done.

Thank you.

She was up and around.

Okay, see, this is the thing with

tetrodotoxin.

I don't think it just takes you

on a magical mystery ride.

I mean, the way that I heard it is...

is it makes you see things

that people want you to see.

Like a girl getting cooked alive.

Seeing wasn't the half of it.

It's the smelling.

You know, you open up

a body bag from a three-alarm

and the stink rushes

out at you, like...

And you know, burnt flesh...

yeah, you expect that

and burning hair, maybe,

if you got a vivid imagination,

but, you know, boiled blood,

you don't know the smell of that

until you've personally

gotten a nose full.

What is up with you, Ed, huh?

Yeah, yeah.

Listen, can you get back

in the Coroner's Office?

Spend some time in the lab,

see if you can get

the chemical makeup of tetrodotoxin.

I don't think we're on drugs.

The nose knows.

And even if you're right,

we still got a problem.

Yeah.

Yeah, real dead bodies.

I'm on it.

Just don't be too on it.

Yeah.

Hey. Hey, wait up.

Well, hello there, sugar.

It was my father's.

Hold this?

There.

Better.

Need a drink?

Better.

That's your poison.

Right.

So, was tonight

the first time you met Montag,

or was the whole thing scripted?

First time I met who?

You met Montag, the magician.

Magician?

Like, "bunny in a hat" magician?

You went to a magic show tonight.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

A magic show.

And you're naked.

Comes with the territory.

You're drinking that bourbon

like it's water.

I have to, don't I...

when dealing with a freak like you...

Ed?

How do you know my name?

How do you know my name?

Look, stop f***ing around.

Quit f***ing around.

Better tell me what's going on.

- Now!

- Tell me what you know n...

Hey!

- Hey!

- Give it back.

Give it back.

- Huh?

- Ah!

You don't remember the trick, huh?

Huh? You don't remember the show?

You remember now?

Ed, why didn't you call me last night?

I'm sorry.

Just things have been a little bit weird.

Can we not fight anymore? I just...

I just feel

like neither of us is feeling right.

We have to feel safe with each other.

Yeah. That sounds good to me.

I thought we quit.

Me, too.

Jenkins.

Get away from me.

No, no, no. Please, man.

I need your help.

That girl that got

burned up in the show,

I saw her not 10 minutes

ago on a slab.

Something tells me

you saw her before that,

so get the f***

away from me, Ed, please.

Look, I did see her last night.

I followed her home.

There was a fire.

Look, I may have started it, okay?

So, uh, I don't know

what's gotten into me.

What was in the forensics report?

Not much. There was no scene.

She was dumped downtown.

There's no evidence

of the fire you said you started.

All right, uh, let me handle this.

Can we come in?

I'm with the Coroner's Office.

You can. Your buddy can't.

All right, uh...

Here.

Thank you.

Hey.

Nothing.

No scorch marks, no signs of struggle,

not a damn thing.

But the cops are in there

just to get her address book,

check her phone caller I.D.,

swipe her hard drive,

sh*t like that.

Isn't all that circumstantial?

I got to work with what I got.

Waiting for the magic show to start

feels like the dream.

It's what happens later

that feels like it's real.

I've been shopping for it all day.

And it can't

get dosed with that d-d-detrox...

Who told you about that stuff?

Tetrodotoxin?

I did.

Hey, Jinky.

"Hey, Jinky"?

Jinky tracked me down earlier.

Montag's got some horrible hands, huh?

The meet-and-greet's

the nastiest part of the show

as far as I'm concerned.

Now cue the offended patron.

Oh, man.

It's in his hands, Eddie.

It's in...

It's in Montag's hands.

Some people talk too much.

Talking.

It can really ruin...

...the magic.

Let me demonstrate for you

how talking absolutely

kills the mood

among other things.

Who is he talking to?

You.

Dear sir.

Join me onstage.

Do something.

Strip.

Ladies and gentlemen,

when you come to my house,

you are stripped.

This show is about what's on the inside,

what is inside you.

Sit.

Is it beautiful?

Uhh!

Or is it...

ugly?

Where were you?

I was just about to ask

you the same thing.

Are you all right?

I'm fine. You are not.

Where's Maggie?

Interesting you bring her up.

I mean, you guys

left together and then...

Left where together?

The show.

- The magic show?

- Yes.

Wasn't no show.

I went down there, and it was locked up.

You weren't there, either.

Hence where were you?

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

There was a show tonight.

You were there with Maggie.

We were all there.

You died tonight.

He did the trick on you.

He pulled you up on stage,

and he gave you a speech

about how you talk too much.

Look, come here, come here,

come here, come here.

You figured it out.

You figured out

how he transfers the tetro to people.

His hands.

He had to shut you up.

Good theory. Not mine.

What is that?

Security footage from an outfit

name of March Hare Escort.

Ever hear of it?

No.

Don't lie to me, Eddie.

I'm not lying to you.

I'm going to have to walk

you through this, huh?

You're gonna have

to walk me through what?

Tell me about Maggie.

She's my girlfriend.

And you met her how?

Are you afraid to tell me?

No.

Embarrassed?

No, I'm not embarrassed.

It's just...

I just...

I just don't remember right now.

Maybe you should have,

uh, written it down.

Maybe you should f*** off.

I'm only going to tell you this once,

so keep your pencil ready.

March Hare

is a super-exclusive escort service

specializing in bondage.

But the girls in its stable aren't doms.

They're submissives.

Guys pay to hurt them.

Each one of Montag's volunteers

was a March Hare employee.

He uses the place

like it's Central Casting.

Actresses needed.

Must love to be humiliated.

Nudity required.

And you know this how?

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