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Previously on The Girlfriend Experience...
You know, my daughter, she's up in...
...up in...
Now we know.
Dad has early onset Alzheimer's.
Give me one reason why we should get on that wait list.
What's it worth,
to potentially give a loved one more time?
I thought it was one thing: protect and serve.
Got seduced by the window dressing.
I know who you are now.
Would it be too much to ask
to have you for myself for an entire 24 hours?
I'm gonna take you somewhere special.
Somehow, decoding their wants
comes easy to you.
You're not recording them, are you?
Tawny, I'm trying to be smart.
When was the last time you spoke with the V?
Nothing. I didn't do anything.
Tawny.
Client privacy is to be protected at all times.
The V doesn't fuck around.
You're fired.
Yes, sir.
I don't know if you know,
but I was dropped by the V,
and I don't know what they said to you,
if anything.
It was unexpected.
So if you have any questions...
They told me.
Change is always good.
I left my information with your driver.
I wanted you to have it.
Thanks for letting me know.
Yeah. Of course.
-Take care. -Okay.
You know what this is?
A cocoon.
Protecting its precious cargo.
Mysterious and shape-shifting like you.
-Like me? -Yes.
The creature inside longs to be something else.
More.
That sounds like you.
Uh, ditching civilization for 24 hours,
coming to the middle of nowhere with a girl you barely know
while people are trying to contact you
about unmanned systems.
Did you know that my people
want to put relay stations on your soil?
You should probably be handling that.
So this is it.
Make yourself at home.
Thank you.
Cassie, Georgina,
I'm so glad you called.
Rupie... show us.
Let's see what's in the box.
Ladies, are you ready?
Let me guess.
Something to make things better?
Anonymity and augmentation.
Welcome, players.
Before you enter,
we need your release of liability.
Any devices provided are in beta testing.
Anonymized data will be collected
for the purposes of refining user experiences.
And what do they measure?
Um, they give you a percentage
how great the sex would be or something.
I think it's a pheromone thing.
So pheromones and saliva to predict attraction?
I guess so.
Can I ask you a personal question?
Go on.
How do you deal with all of the misinformation
that's out there about you?
I divest.
So how do you keep seeing the truth?
What truth?
Where do you see yourself in five years?
I don't know; somewhere like this would be nice.
Off-grid?
Yeah.
A little house.
Lots of land.
A record player, maybe.
Kids?
Yeah...
though adoption seems more noble.
Love?
Yeah.
I like you. All of you.
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