Made For Love

Hey, Byron.

You like what you see?

Yeah?

You wanna get a little closer?

Let's get right in there.

Let's get right into this filthy,

disgusting, public urinal.

You like that, you sick fuck?

Who are you talking to?

No one. Nobody.

No one--no one's here.

- I know. That's why I asked.

What's up?

Oh, um,

just wanted to drop this off to you if you might need it.

Mm.

- I'm sorry Jerry has you doing all the--

all the "shit work."

Literally.

Well, I'm happy to do it.

I'll do it all day, every day.

It's my pleasure.

Kay.

I'll let you do that, then.

Thanks, Jay.

Kay.

- You think anyone ever took a big shit in here,

you little bitch?

Flowers for me, Herb?

These were here.

They were up on the porch. That's the signal, right?

When you want to talk about Hazel?

Yes. Come on in.

- You're not wearing the habit today, hmm?

Well, I'm at home.

Are you wearing makeup?

Scone, honey?

- Listen, Judiff. Um...

With our, uh, past history, um,

you may have taken me coming to you about Hazel

as a signal of something more.

But I just need to remind you that

I'm not available like that.

Anyway,

California is a two-party consent state.

Viewing and recording Hazel without her permission

is illegal.

But that also means his violation of her

legalized my surveillance of him.

Catch my drift?

Sort of, yeah.

This is where you come in.

I need you to help me lure Byron out of the Hub

so we can catch him in the act.

Get his admission on tape.

Mm, yeah, that's-that's gonna be tough.

Byron almost never comes out of that Hub.

- Billionaire tech mogul Byron Gogol,

notorious for being a recluse,

was spotted as a man about town in Los Angeles yesterday,

and you won't believe where we saw him.

Wow, it's like catching a sighting of Bigfoot.

- God, the paparazzi are still outside.

How, how am I supposed to prove

I can do things like a regular guy

when there are swarms of people watching my every move?

Bennett!

That's the thing, sir.

You're not a regular guy.

I--

- That being said, here are some photos of you

with the headline, "Byron Gogol, regular guy."

You're in these photos.

- I know. It's kind of cool.

It's a absolute nightmare.

Where's the Hazel cam?

- You said you weren't gonna look at it

while you're out here.

To achieve the full effect of being normal,

you told me not to give it to you under any circumstances.

It's in my room.

- I'm not gonna watch it, Bennett.

Oh, good for you, sir.

You're gonna watch it,

and you're gonna tell me what she's doing.

- "Hazel, please find somewhere to be tonight.

"It's my anniversary with Diane and we need private Time.

At Least Three Hours. Dad."

It's your anniversary, huh?

Good for you.

I hated my anniversaries.

Byron never took me anywhere, either.

Do you wanna hear the worst one?

Happy anniversary.

Oh.

I wanted these.

I know you did.

I took the day off of work.

So I'm all yours. What do you wanna do?

Um...

- Anything off the top of your head.

Um--

Tell me anything.

Well, this is silly and...

There's this band that's playing tonight

called Warpaint.

I used to really like them. They're playing tonight in LA.

And we could--we could go.

Oh.

- But I don't know why I'm even bringing it up.

Because we--

we wouldn't go.

- Why not? Let's go.

If that's what you wanna do,

let's do it.

Um...

Are you serious right now?

Dead serious.

I only care about making you happy.

I--I wanna go.

Oh, yeah.

I'm so excited.

So am I.

- I'm so excited just to even get in a car.

Oh.

What is this?

Not gonna lie,

this was a beast to put together, but we did it!

We are ready to rock!

I got Warpaint to reschedule their show in LA

and I wouldn't take no for an answer.

Whoo!

Whoo! Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo!

This one's for you, Hazel.

- God, I can't believe I actually thought

that he was capable of doing something normal.

I was you.

I was Byron's doll.

That's why I get you.

That's why I'm gonna make dad take you out tonight,

which I know he doesn't like to do ever since he became...

The town pervert, but...

It's your anniversary.

And you deserve to leave the house.

Oh.

I'm so great at this.

You look fantastic.

- Herb, if we're gonna be a team,

we can't have secrets.

Ah.

Okay, I get it. Yeah.

Herb the Perv, right?

You heard the rumors.

Fine, yeah. It's true.

I--I have a synthetic partner.

- I know. Diane.

When I was at your house,

we kind of bumped into each other.

You snooped in my room?

- I'm working a case. It's called investigating.

I snooped in your bathroom, too.

I'm talking about the opioid pills.

Are you sick or are you an addict?

I have cancer.

Yeah, yeah. Found out two years ago.

But...

I've accepted it.

The chemo-the chemo's not for me, but...

so far, I'm feeling okay.

And none of this is gonna affect what we do.

- Is that why you left me for Diane?

- Anything I say right now is gonna be a little wrong

and a little hurtful.

- Herb, I know you thought you were trying to protect me,

but I could've handled this.

I could've taken care of you.

- Yeah, yeah, you say that now, but, um...

I still can, Herbie.

I really-I gotta get home.

I should get home.

Course. Your anniversary.

How do you know about that?

I bugged your house.

If he contacts Hazel, I need to be recording.

- Don't worry. Audio only.

And not in your bedroom.

- Open the door and step inside slowly.

All right.

Okay, not that slow. Let's move it, huh?

All right, where's Byron?

Ah, but your hands down, Bennett.

Don't shoot.

- I'm not gonna hurt you. The gun's not even real.

I need to talk to Byron. You gotta help me.

- I don't know if Byron's gonna talk to you.

- Well, he might if he thinks I'm holding you hostage.

Okay.

- Oh, man. So hungry.

Yeah, have at it.

- Hey. I'm home.