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Grief is rotting your teeth.

I think I tossed off...

I was dreaming

Grief is rotting your teeth

Is that medically feasible?

The teeth do register emotion.

They react.

Here's the proof.

Bone density is tanking.

Teeth are getting mobile as|golfcarts.

Not good.

So...

not exactly rotting.

Layman's terms.

Your wife was a beautiful woman.

Lovely person

You still have her dental records|here I guess?

X-rays of her mouth in your computer?

I still do.

Do you want JPEGs?

No, thanks.

Okay, but any time.

if it helps.

So what do I do about the grief thing?

Dentally speaking.

So your ex-husband is an architect?

We're still good friends.

I'm still living in the house that he designed.

We built it together.

And you've been divorced for?

Oh, twenty years

More.

And you're okay living alone or... you don't?

Well, I would have thought that

our mutual friend might have briefed|you on that.

Dr. Hofstra,
who kindly engineered this blind date.

He thought our teeth were a good match.

Well, not so blind these days.

Google.

I'm sure you saw photos.

I saw some of you.

And interviews.

You can still hide things from Google.

Really?

So you're not a producer of industrial videos?

I still do that from time to time

And what do you do in|between the times?

Well, I own this restaurant|for one thing.

Really?

Well that's very illuminating.

Is it?

You own a restaurant in a cemetery.

That says something, |don't you think?

I'm part owner of the cemetery, too.

It's... it's kind of a showcase for|my business...

Does that say more?

Well, I think that the... um... decor|in here says something,

Although I'm not sure what.

Those, uh, ominous metallic ninja things...

Those are the shrouds.

Shrouds?

You mean like burial shrouds?

Yes.

I invented them.

Have you heard of the Shroud of Turin?

I think it pre-dates your restaurant|by about 2,000 years.

Maybe 700 years.

But it's pretty definitely a fake.

My shrouds are not fakes.

And your wife... she was okay with|the cemetery business?

How dark are you willing to go?

I'm okay with dark.

When they lowered my dead wife into the|ground in her coffin,

I had an intense visceral urge|to get into the box with her.

It was... so strong,

I couldn't stand it that she was|alone in there

and that I would never know what|was happening to her.

It wasn't a literary or an intellectual thing,|it was

right here pulling me. Hard.

You never considered cremation?

No.

She was Jewish.

And you're not?

No.

Some Belarusian Eastern Orthodox thing.

Actually, I was born over there somewhere.

But anyway... I'm a non-observant atheist.

So, she was Jewish.

So for the Jews, the body must slowly disintegrate

so that the soul which is obsessed with that body,

which loves that body

which hovers over that body and is|reluctant to leave it

which has seen the world only through|the eyes of that body

has time to gradually let go of that body

say goodbye to it and then ascend to Heaven.

And did your wife believe that?

She said she wanted to lie beside|me in death.

And will you?

I have a plot next to her.

Oh... you know that's really intimidating

for any woman who might want to|come into your life now.

You won't be surprised to hear|that she's buried right here,

just outside.

Would you like to see her grave?

A Jewish cemetery?

Non-denominational.

Or, maybe the religion of high tech|so you notice.

And little screens in all of the headstones.

Cute.

Cute?

Well, sweet, in a third-world kind of way.

Really?

Yeah. In some countries I've noticed|that it's the custom

to have an image of the loved one|pasted onto the gravestone.

It's kind of tacky, but touching.

And the images are usually horrible|and faded and fly-specked.

So the screen, they were your idea?

Yes.

What, like those digital picture frames

that give you a slideshow?

Not exactly

This is Becca.

Hmm. Double, like you said.

She's waiting for you.

So how do you activate the screen?

Uh, just hers... I assume, for now.

I'd like to see her.

Would you?

Well, you fire up the Gravtech app

that you've downloaded from our website.

And with that you control your special screen.

Of course, everything's encrypted

Pun intended.

You can't enable any one else's screens,|not even Gravetech.

What you're seeing is Shroud Cam.

It's basically a kind of an enveloping camera
in her grave.

Really, it's more if an X-ray, MRI, CT scan kind of thing

in the form of an embracing wrapper,

what they used to call a winding sheet.

My God, that's really her.

That's an image of your wife's decaying body.

Yes, the classic wide-angle view.

But this newest upgrade of the app now|enables high-res zoom.

You're going to be the first|great citizen to see it.

Newer resolution, deeper penetration,

Something we've been working on for a long time.

And look, now you can do a virtual 3D rotation

in any direction.

Can you see?

I can see what's happening to her.

I'm in the grave with her.

I'm involved with her body the way I was|in life

only even more.

And it makes me happy.

It has drained away that fluid of grief

that was drowning me, killing me.

oh... ummm, Karsh.

You're a lovely, interesting man,

just like our mutual friend said.

But...um... really?

Would anybody mind if I...uh... smoked?

What?

So another bad date last night?

She put off by your desperation like the last one?

I'm out of practice.

It's been decades since I had to seduce a woman.

I'm never really sure whether I'm flirting or not.

That's what you get for having|had a successful marriage.

I don't have that problem.

Should I give up trying to find a girlfriend

or should I just sink gracefully into|terminal asexuality.

You'll never replace Becca.

I'm not trying to.

I did love that body.

Which you provocatively said|was a lot like mine.

You have her body.

I have my own body.

Is this really your life now?

Dog grooming?

I love dogs.

Yeah, but you're an actual veterinarian.

No.

Can't you love dogs through surgery?

That business side of things was making|me anxious. Beyond anxious.

Now I just make dogs beautiful,

and their owners thank for me it.

Never an argument over|what constitutes beautiful?

Nah, the occasional asshole.

I banish them immediately.

Well... speaking of surgery...

Were we?

I mentioned it.

Okay... yeah...

Your sister.

Ah... that's what we're gonna talk about.

You used to say that they were killing|your sister in the hospital.

And you used to say that I was just paranoid.

In fact, you kicked me out of her room

everytime the doctors came to visit her.

You were making it impossible to get any|information out of them.

You were so overtly hostile.

I hated them.

Hm... They knew it.

I'm sure they did.

They knew I was on to them|and their plot.

Hm... The Doctor's Plot.

Yeah.

You told me about that Soviet thing.

It was Stalin's paranoid Jew fantasy.

An excuse to get rid of Jewish doctors.

Called them "killer doctors," "terrorist doctors"...

Jew doctors assassinating Soviet heroes

when they were sick and most vulnerable.

The plot that I had in mind was|a bit more realistic.

Remind me.

I just knew they were constantly edging Becca toward

experimental treatments they weren't|being up front about.

Dangerous and possibly illegal treatments.

Like she was a guinea pig for them.

A lab rat.

And that's more realistic?

My version.

I brought my laptop.

I'm not looking at that screen.

You know how I feel about it.

You know what you do creeps me out.

What I do?

You know... corpse voyeur.

Making a career out of it...

Watching my sister rot in her grave.

I'm seeing something in that grave.

I'm sure you are.

And I don't know what it is.

What does that mean?

I've got it here in 3D closeup.

It's disturbing...

and you might know what it is.

Why would I?

You know bodies and you know doctors.

Okay.

What am I looking at?

Here's Becca's body in the full view...

Now I rotate it

and I zoom into her skull.

What do you see there?

We're inside my dead sister's skull?

We are.

Think of it as a Shroud Cam autopsy...

We're pathologists.

We don't even know who this is.

Is that how you've been dealing with it?

That's your grief strategy?

Well, it's an approach.

So, what is that?

Looks like a tracking device.

You're kidding me?

Why would you say that?

I'm thinking it was a growth,

a polyp or maybe a gland that

had mineralized over time

and so hadn't decayed like everything else

They can use organic shapes.

It's common knowledge.

They?

The doctors.

The ones who plot.

Yeah. Them.

I've been thinking,

it could be an effect of the shroud itself.

It's radiation.

We don't really have a sample to|draw data from.

Because look, there are tons of them.

All over her bones.

Different shapes.

decaying at all. Solid.

My money's on tracking devices

created deliberately while she was still alive

Using her body as a manufacturing plant.

So many?

Mesh network.

GPS locators, movement calibrators.

And why would they do that?

Well you tell me.

It's obvious they were tracking you through her.

Her body.

So I guess you could do two things

You could dig her up and have a look.

That'd be fun, right?

Say hello.

Dig up the other corpses you've wrapped up

see if their Christmas paper produced|any...

anomalies.

Terry, why would anyone want to track me?

Sure. Right.

You used to be the producer
of industrial videos.

Terry.

Look, Becca said things.

I'm sure she just made it up.

Playful, you know...

Terry.

I forget what she said Kar, really, I do.

Hey, pup! Pup!

Get away from the tulips! Are you crazy?

What happened? I was just there for lunch yesterday.

Must have happened after... after the restaurant closed.

You know, night, early morning, whatever - it was dark.

Where did that video come from?

It's not a security camera--

it's walking amongst the wreckage.

And your camera's disabled.

Somebody or somebodies did it and took it.

When did you get the video?

It was waiting for me this morning.

Restaurant workers confirmed the damage.

Wanted us to tell them to call 911.

Tell them not to - we don't want the publicity.

Already told them.

So far so good. No press alert yet.

We have to shut down the restaurant

and close all access to the cemetery

until I've had a chance to asess the damage.

Might be push back from the mourners.

Find a way to make it be alright.

Repair, safety, improvements... whatever.

Wait.

There's more.

What?

You're gonna need Maury.

Hey.

Wow, you really went all the way|with the Japanese thing.

I needed to do something.

Become somebody else, I guess.

You sold the matrimonial house?

It's on the market as we speak.

My brother in sorrow.

Still for you?

It's only been six years.

Mourning a marriage.

Divorce that felt like a death.

Have you seen Terry lately?

Lately... yeah.

We didn't talk about you.

Of course not.

A death for her, too.

My death, and she celebrates.

Anyway, what are we seeing here?

It basically replicates our monitoring station

at Gravtech Central.

The one you set up for us.

I wanted to be able to work from home.

So you didn't call me?

You didn't like my work at the factory?

Maury, it was a package deal with

the guys who did the apartment.

There's stuff going through the walls, under the floor.

I couldn't resist and I was worn down.

You let them look at what I did at the factory?

Yes.

And you weren't paranoid then?

I was worn down

And you want me now.

I'm paranoid now. Thanks.

Things are getting weird.

So what's this?

Oh... not your usual family photo slideshow.

No.

Don't you find it hard to take?

It comforts me. You?

The decomposition of my sister-in-law's body?

I don't know.

I really don't.

And she looked so much like Terry.

Yeah.

It's like she's floating in outer space.

It's kind of beautiful.

So what else?

What can I help you with?

Brutal.

Some real hatred there.

I assume you've seen it in the flesh.

No.

No? Really?

How could you stay away.

I was afraid to look.

Did they get Becca's grave?

I couldn't tell from the video.

I think they did... toppled it.

I can't get a feed from it anymore.

I was getting constant feeds from Becky's grave.
and a few others.

But, listen.

Some of my customers agreed to|let me into their grave feeds

for research.

I gave them a discount. They agreed.

I can't access that data, either.

I'm locked out.

These guys encrypted everything.

I assume all of my clients

are locked out of their gravesites, too.

Are... ransom?

They're not asking for ransom, whoever they are.

So what do they want?

That's the question.

Are they the ones who've done the vandalizing?

Could that be a coincidence?

I have my suspicions,

but I don't want to bias you.

I connect it, anecdotally, though

with Microscan--

Our recent upgrad to 8K resolution...

8K?

You did that without me?

What, did your home renovation guys do that?

Some other guys.

Is that possible,

could it just be a system overload of some kind?

And if it's a hack,

can you unhack the hack?

You can set up right here.

I'll order in.

Why don't you just get your|Japanese friends to do it?

They know the network.

They weren't Japanese, they were Chinese.

It's the firm that

collaborated with me in designing and|manufacturing the shrouds.

And who knows?

They might be implicated.

You like deli, right?

Um... matzo ball soup.

Pastrami on rye with no... um... pickles.

Too much acid.

On a tangent, how's it going with Hunny?

I'm not sure whether she's setting my life or|driving me insane.

I can always

turn her into a koala bear if you like.

Just let me know.

Hey, Hunny.

Hey, Karsh.

What's up?

Maury just offered to turn you into a koala bear.

Well,

if that's what you want,

I'm ready to go.

But is that really why you summoned me?

Hmm. You know me too well.

No.

I need you to make me a date with the doctor.

Not feeling well?

Not that, no.

I need to talk to Dr. Eckler,

the oncologist who oversaw

Becca's cancer treatment.

Oh, it's been four years.

Is he still around?

You know where to find him.

It needs to be private and confidential.

I'm on it now.

But don't forget to review the materials
I prepared for you on the Hungarian client,

I'll send a reminder.

Night, night.

What is it this time?

Dr. Eckler needs the left breast.

How do you know?

My collar.

I should call it the caller.

It calls me.

I thought he didn't need the breast.

Either one, right of left.

He says they need the left breast.

Why?

Because it's my favorite?

Do they know that?

I don't think they know that.

I don't think I knew that.

It's it your favorite

because it's bigger than my right breast?

Probably...

and it's more friendly somehow.

It was when I first met it.

They're both friendly now.

You're babbling again.

I should be back tonight,

if not, tomorrow early.

Before six.

So I think I found something

on the lock screen that the hackers created.

Right.

What something?

They couldn't help a bit of boasting.

I searched these symbols -

which are all runic and they all

allude to Vikings.

Burial and Viking funerals.

Which makes sense, since
the servers are all in Iceland.

Iceland?

Yeah, the capitol--Reykjavik.

We have been in touch with

an environmental group in Iceland.

There was interest there in establishing a

Gravetech cemetery in one of their lava fields.

Could be a protest

against that initiative.

Well that might explain

the encryption hostage-taking

but the vandalism?

Separate thing?

Coordinated or coincidence?

There' a problem with Dr. Eckler.

A problem?

He seems to be missing.

What can that possibly mean?

He apparently went to Reykjavik.

for an International Chemotherapy Conference.

Reykjavik again?

Again?

He's in Iceland?

And now nobody can get in touch with him.

Everybody's worried.

Who's everybody?

His colleagues... at the hospital.

His wife.

Find me a worried colleague who

worked on Becca's case with Eckler.

Somebody who will talk to me.

On it now.

You still haven't put your naked eyeballs|on the damage yet?

We needed to shutter it first.

Don't want press; don't want hysteria.

And I wanted company.

You're it.

Okay, I'm it.

The hacking.

Do we have our network back?

I'm stumped.

I hate to admit it, but...

Can't get in?

They're really good, whoever they are.

We're categorically locked out.

Gonna have to wait for the next move

If there even is a next move.

Foner thinks it's a political thing.

Graveyard politics.

She thinks maybe they hired somebody here.

Well, you're a pretty good politician when

it comes to manipulating the city

so it should be duck soup for you.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Let me ask you a politically sensitive question:

Have you fucked my ex-wife?

What... Terry?

My ex-wife, yeah.

Your ex-sister-in-law.

She's an ex?

Becca's death means I have no more in-laws?

I don't know what the legality of it is.

But... did you?

No, no even close!

I mean, I'd understand if you did.

She's single and attractive.

And she's catastrophically neurotic.

Yeah. Tell me about it.

So, no?

Never?

I mean like... it never even occurred to you?

It occurred.

For a flash...

When I was desperate to hug that body again.

You know, the learned body,

the mother's body.

But no... not Terry.

And you could just resist?

Maury.

When Becca

was deep into palliative,

she laughed once

and she said to me:

"When I die, stay away from my sister."

She said that?

Yes.

She did.

She knew.

So no, never.

This could be dangerous.

I... I think I see sparking cables over there.

Low voltage,

But yeah, careful.

We're gonna need a whole crew back here.

Some major digging,

permissions from clients,

all these city bureaucrats. I hate it.

They brought sledgehammers,

and pick axes,

maybe cable cutters.

wore rubber gloves.

It's not spontaneous religious nuts.

You get those, right?

Oh yeah.

We've been called
techno-atheistic infidels.

But, it doesn't feel like that, no.

Could be the eco-terrorists.

They love destroying technology.

Rweally?

Some groups are against all burial,

especially the injection of technology into

bosom of mother earth.

They want cremation, recycling.

You need to involve the police, toot sweet.

Right now it's a publicity problem,

not a criminal one.

And I've got some very nervous clients

on the hook right now.

Bu you know,

I see something odd.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

For a wild, destructive rampage,

it looks, kind of...

- orderly.
- Meaning?

Targeted.

Look at all the spaces

between the vandalized graves.

I think they were after specific graves,

specific names, people.

Targeted.

Maybe... don't know.

Then Becca's would have been one of them.

A target?

Yeah.

Nothing - can't get anything.

But why?

If it's not the environmentalist thing,

then what's the motive?

Intimidation?

Of you? of the families?

Maybe...

it's a classic detection puzzle.

What connects the dead--what links them?

To Becca?

Yeah, to Becca.

They didn't go deep.

No.

I don't think we'll have to disturb the graves themswelves

If they're all like this.

Look at this fiber optic cable,

it has tap marks in it.

So, amidst thye frenzy of carnage

someone took the time to tap it.

So...

not very frenzied.

Calmly looking for data.

Uploading Becca, all of her,

And taking her away from you.

Karoly Szabo's journey began in 1945.

He was born in Budapest, Hungary.

In 1956,

at the age of 11,

Karoly escapes Hungary with his parents

and emigrates to Canada.

In 1965.

at the age of 19

he starts a small business

in his basement and steadily builds it up

over the next 15 years.

In 1980

Szabo opens his first factory

and begins to expand

his business across Canada.

Over the next 43 years.

he expands Citadel Technologies.

into the international conglomerate it is today.

I feel certain

that my cultural roots

in two disparate wonderful countries--

Canada and Hungary--

have given me the bandwidth

to channel the

vision of a technology that is

not just electric,

but neurological, organic,

humanistic.

I believe

this is the only approach

that can guarantee the world a little of future.

I'm Soo-min Szabo.

Karsh, it's nice to meet you.

My husband, Karoly, is dying.

He's Hungarian, he wants to be buried,

not cremated.

I understand.

Maybe you do. Maybe not.

We used to eat here all the time.

He loves the grease,

the Hungarian grease.

I indulge him.

We're going to pick up an order for him

just about now

as a matter of fact.

It will probably kill him,

but he's gonna die, anyway.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

Of course.

He educated me on your proposed cemeteries...

the European ones.

He wants to totally

finance Gravetech Budapest

Where he's from, of course,

And hopefully be buried there.

Your lawyers made that clear.
It can certainly be done.

I started going blind when I was 23.

I told Karoly I wouldn't be able to see

those fabulous

headstone screens that you make.

He laughed; he made a joke

about touch screens.

He's not cruel, but he can't resist a good joke

at my expense.

It's actually something we should be addressing.

There is incredible

touch technology in the works.

Tactile feedback

would be wonderful, even for the sighted,

for the sense of involvement,

not just being an observer.

Or a voyeur, so to speak.

I guess it would make it

even more expensive, wouldn't it?

Inevitably, I'm afraid.

There was a question he asked me

to convey to you.

Yes?

Um, it's not something that I understand

so I would like my phone to read you the question

and I can record your answer for Karoly.

No problem.

Read Gravtech the letter from Karoly.

Why is it talking fast? I can't understand it.

Oh, I'm sorry, my bad.

When you're blind,

your ears go into hyperdrive

Like when you read,

you absorb entire sentences,

not individual words. I'll slow it down for you.

Read Gravtech letter

from Karoly at normal speed.

My friends in the government

of Hungary told me,

there is concern

that the proposed Gravetech Cemetery in Budapest

could be used as an integral part

of an electronic intelligence surveillance

mesh network,

controlled by Russia's GRU

namely, military intelligence.

Is this really possible?

Could this be true? Obviously,

that's not something I would want my body

to be part of. I need assurance.

Are the Hungarians right to be worried?

- Hmm.|- We've played with that, haven't we?

- The shoud mesh?
- Yeah.

Unintended consequences, but yeah.

And do we know it can be used as
a surveillance node?

Well... Sort of.

Each of our cemeteries

will mesh its shrouds into a kind of network.

that's designed to service|all its mourners

receiving viewing instructions from the|Gravetech app

serving images

to screens and phones.

So, if that cemetery network is hacked,

it can be used for surveillance, correct?

Unintended consequences, but yeah.

So what would be surveilled?

Well, everything on every mourners

mobile, for starters.

They could track them everywhere they ever go

- after they leave the cemetery.
- That's kind of mundane,

You can get that
from all the customers at the drugstore.

And? For the entree?

It could become a satellite node.

If it's Russian and Chinese hacks we're talking about.

Or a modest Budapest cemetery.

Well, it could link up with

all our other cemeteries world-wide.

A mesh of meshes,

so to speak.

Assuming we ever get that far.

But what purpose, really?

There are so many juicy international

networks to hack these days,

why a little global village of the shroud of death?

I can start probing right away.

I want this client.
He made a fortune

in the auto parts business

And he has influential friends.

I want his rotting body|in our cemetery.

What are you doing, Karsh?

I wanted to know what it felt like to be wrapped....

in a shroud.

She didn't feel it.

It's not meant for the living.

Maybe not meant for the dead, either.

Maybe a big mistake.

The vandalism. It's gotten to you.

Maybe they're right.

Maybe it's just political.

Or a matter of economics.

What do you mean?

Burying the dead is a big deal.

What about your plans

for world domination?

Delusional.

I just need to bury myself.

I hate it when you go into depressive mode.

I found something.

Well... somebody.

That ought to perk you right up.

Oh, yeah?

Bone growths.

Garden variety?

Common reaction of the body to the cancer,

the chemo, to the radiation.

It's a brutal regime.

Your wife? In her grave?

Yes.

The resolution on these is impressive.

Shroud cam you call it?

Yeah, our thing.

And by "our" are you including the Chinese company

that helped you develop it?

Shining Clos Technologies.

Yes, how did you know that?

They have "Gravtech" listed on their website

along with manufacturers of some of the
radiation devices

we use here in the hospital.

I'm sure I used Shining Clos Technology

when I was giving your wife her radiation treatment.

Well, that's a provocative connection.

Actually, your avatar

suggested I do some
preliminary research when she got in touch with me.

Very resourceful.

Hunny, is it?

Yeah, Hunny is very resourceful.

So

the shape of these growths,

their placement, their number -

it's not unusual?

Cancer is an inventive phenomenon.

We see unique, novel growths|all the time.

But these don't possibly have...

shall we say...

a function?

Function?

You mean something useful to a cancer?

Something useful to humans.

I'm not sure I understand, you mean

it's something that medical science can use

in cancer treatment? Something like that?

I was thinking more of...

politically useful?

Maybe even militarily,

strategically.

Really not my territory.

Certainly nothing I've ever come across.

Perhaps I need to see the scans

you did on my wife when she was still alive.

Because I think this so-called growth|developed after she died.

In her grave.

That's not possible.

the cancer's dead.

and the cancer dies.

And the scans?

Do you recall seeing these anomalies when

you did your scans when she was alive?

That was some years ago.

Can't recall.

I remember she was a lovely, stoic patient.

Very kind.

And the keeper of the scans?

That would be Dr. Eckler's files.

He was her chief oncologist.

He seems to have disappeared into the wilds of Iceland.

Exploring the hot springs,
if I know him.

He just went through a horrific divorce.

- Huh?
-Listen, can you send me hi-res versions of your images?

I want to study those bone extrusions at your resolution.

They are... unusual

in their very regular distribution and structure,

I'll admit to that.

If I can find anything to tell you,

I promise I'll get in touch with Hunny.

Hey, Karsh.

What's going on, Hunny?

Hmm... I thought you needed some

cozy furriness.

It was Maury's idea, remember?

Why did you think that?

Tracking you.

I know where you are.

It's that hospital.

Yeah, right. So?

- Got a strange one.
- Great.

Su-min Szabo wants to meet you to discuss

research?

Says you'd know what she's talking about.

Yeah, okay. Where and when?

Seems she's staying at a hotel.

Told me her house

has become a hospital. Her husband...

Yeah. Got it. So Hunny?

Yes, Karsh?

Let's kill the koala bear thing, okay?

Sure thing, Karsh.

Easy peasee.

Ooo. Chilly without my fur coat.

Right on time.

Impressive.

I needed room service.

What can I say?

It's been so hard.

I can imagine.

You don't have to imagine.

You know.

You've been through it.

Ah. Is that the research

you mentioned to Hunny?

No.

But, of course, I looked you up.

By the way, what's this with the koala bear theme?

What? Hunny came to you

- as a...
- Yes.

My assistant saw her... it...

I mean she sounded exactly

the same as last time.

Somebody's idea of a joke.

So.

Research?

Yes.

How do we deal with the

Hungarian government and their

spying paranoia regarding

Gravetech Budapest?

Honestly,

there's no easy fix.

We're running into this worry

all the time.

It's always a mix of

technology, religion,

money and politics.

A bad mix, in other words.

May I touch your face?

My?

Your face.

Touch it, you know?

Taptic feedback.

Uhm... sure.

One of the things I miss most

since Karoly got sick... and grumpy...

Touching.

He won't touch me... now

and resists

when I touch him.

Did that happen with you and Becca?

In the end,

she had no immune system.

We were afraid even to kiss

because of possible opportunistic infections.

Couldn't embrace, even hug

because the lymphoma invaded her bones

and made them fragile like brittle glass.

She would roll over in bed

and her rib would crack.

Huh... So no sex possible?

No sex possible.

Since then,

Four years later...

No sex possible.

May I touch your face again?

You were supposed to come back this morning.

It took longer than they thought.

They found something.

Found something?

The ulna, the left one.

It had disintegrated.

My arm was just hanging

by the skin and muscle.

No.

They took my arm as well as my breast.
All on the left side.

I'm having trouble with the balance.

You can't balance.

But I'll learn.

I'll be okay.

They're chopping away at you.

We can still have sex, though.

Would you like that?

I'm not too mutilated?

You still desire me?

I still do.

- What?
- I'm worried.

Yeah?

Will your bones break if I hold you?

Hold me.

My hip!

It's broken.

My hip!

My hip just...

No, no, no!

Oh, Oh... I don't wanna move.

Everything's going to break.

Please... please press my med caller.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

They'll come for me in no time.

They're really good about this.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Everything is gonna be fine.

I really enjoyed taking

your neo-virginity.

Was it that traumatic for you?

You made a lot of

unusual sounds.

I'm kind of still in shock.

It was that good.

It was potent.

I'm still shakey.

Karsh.

A word of warning.

Warning?

Don't trust Hunny.

What?

Don't trust your avatar.
She leaks.

Leaks?

Apparently, she flickered for a moment

before her

koala bear incarnation stabilized.

My boys caught some

hot code behind her.

Code that suggests what?

That she's not

completely an independent AI entity.

Someone is controlling her.

You know-- a puppet.

You have delicious thighs.

Howdy, Karsh.

Need some help?

FaceTime beckons?

I can do it for you.

Ahhh. I'm gonna do this one on my own, Hunny.

I need to feel useful and connected.

You go get some sleep. You look a bit haggard.

Wow. Haggard Hunny.

Not a good thing.

Okay, big shot.

You go it alone.

I'm gonna get some shut-eye.

Those mounds are graves.

Beautiful, can't deny it.

Originally Catholic, I guess?

the Church side yes,

700 years ago.

Not the Church itself

It's Lutheran.

So it was complex.

Burial.

- By the way... Volcanoes.
- Yes?

I did my environmental research

studies on active volcanoes around the world,

including Iceland, of course.

It involved making a film

Ad breathing in

volcanic ash

and sulfur dioxide gas.

Destroyed me.

-Wow
- I knew I was in trouble.

when I coughed up

my entire esophagus.

It just popped out of my mouth

and landed on the floor.

-Wow.
-Sulfur dioxide

quickly combines with your saliva

to become sulfuric acid.

And then it eats you alive.

-Wow!
-Are you planning to visit our volcanoes here?

Well, yeah, maybe.

I just won't breathe there.

It's good for your diets

because you no longer eat.

It's all IV's

Elvar,

I've described to you what

happened here in Toronto to a prototype cemetery...

Yeah, sure.

I always have to get the voice
thing out of the way first.

Otherwise people thing I'm playing games.

Understood

But it also lets you know

how committed I am

to matters of the environment and also
our bizarre little island.

Yes it does.

It also explains,

why I call our group

Volcano Protest.

I wondered about that.

The bodies in your cemetery are wrapped

in toxic, radioactive shrouds.

And, uh...

their poison is leeching

into your core land as we speak.

Our studies show that that's
not possible.

Your studies are capitalist
lie structures.

I warned our president

not to do business with you.

As you know,

cremation is the only

viable form of burial going forward

And he is coming around to our point of view.

And did you also arrange to have

Gravtech Toronto vandalized,
just to make a point?

I approved the tactic, but it wasn't us.

It wasn't say... a rogue off shoot of
Volcano Protest?

We're all rogues here.

And we would happily claim it,

but it wasn't us.

It wasn't anyone from the island.

Karoyl's become obsessed with the idea of the shrouds,

Shroud cams, the whole technology.

He wants to invest
in the shrouds as well as the cemeteries.

That's amazing.

He worries

about the Chinese, though.

In what aspect?

They manufacture your shrouds, don't they?

Yes.

They invested in Gravtech
and were involved in their design as well.

A company called
"Shining Clos Technologies.

No one else was interested for a long time.

We saw that.

My husband worries

that the Chinese government

Has interest in the company.
A controlling interest.

It wouldn't surprise me.

Although, we have contractually stated
that they were indpendent of the government.

We know how much that's worth.

For sure.

What's to worry?

Computerized burial shrouds?

If they can be weaponized

believe me, the People's Republic will find a way to do it.

You're starting to sound a lot like me my--

like uh...

Hi, Terry!

Su-min.

This is Terry, my sister-in-law

With the dog. Hi, puppy!

Terry, Soo-min.

Hi.

Hi, Terry. What kind of dog do you have?

Oh, Hershey is not really my dog.

Uhm, h\He's a labradoodle,

that I'm boarding at my house for a couple days

I'm a dog groomer.

Ah. That's so fantastic.

It must be very satisfying.

Yeah, can be.

Some dogs are difficult.

Some dog owners, too.

Tell me about it.

I get into street clashes daily.

Mmm. Don't let your dog off the leash in here?

No. Trill isn't a pet.

She's a working dog.

But I think she enjoys the company here anyway.

Yeah...

Okay, well, uh... I'm gonna take Hershey for a run.

See you later.

Come on, buddy.

Come on...

Come on...

So,

a paranoid sister-in-law...

A paranoid sister-in-law.

They did your hip?

Yeah.

The right humerus, too, see?

They wanted to do the left collarbone, too,

Clavicul.

They're disintegrating because of the disease.

It's eating away at them.

But I asked them to wait.

Stainless steel plates
on both sides of the bone.

Steel screws

put in where there was still some bone left.

The old joke about

airport scanners.

But of course I'm not going anywhere.

Not by air at least.

What did they do with your breast?

Where is it?

Dr. Eckler has it.

He's has my left hand and arm, too.

The bones.

He said they're very valuable.

Not just medical waste.

He's using them.

For what?

For his presentation in Iceland.

They're very special.

I'm so happy to be involved.

Involved?

With Dr. Eckler?

With his project.

It makes me feel so alive.

Those pieces--they're still part of me.

I can still feel them.

I haven't lost them.

What's his project?

What's his presentation about?

Oh, it's very complicated.

You'll have to ask Jerry.

Jerry?

Jerry Eckler.

Dr. Eckler.

Am I asleep?

Are you still alive?

I don't know.

Wow - you made it.

Elevators scare me.

I know. You must be especially motivated.

Maury told me about your new apartment.

Said I had to see it.

Come on in.

I thought you never spoke to Maury.

He complains about it.

Ah, well,

he texts me.

Post-divorce harassment.

He's basically a stalker.

I don't answer.

Great view.

Too high up, though.

I get vertigo.

And very uh...

...very Japanese.

Like your new girlfriend.

The one in the park.

She's Korean.

Uh, half Korean,
half French.

I'm not sure she's a girlfriend.

No?

So beautiful and so seductive.

Yes.

So...

Sex?

What?

Are you having sex with her?

- Wow...
- I'm sorry.

So... yes.

Must be interesting.

It's been good for me.

I'll bet.

Well... I've been pretty alone, girlfriend-wise.

I know. You keep telling me.

Soo Min let me know I was still
sexually viable.

I wasn't sure I still was.

Come on.

Seriously.

I've been in a strange dark place

Since Becca died.

And that takes us to...

Some more delicate things?

I think they are.

Can I?

Sure.

Hit me with your best shot.

Jerry Eckler.

Hmmm... The creepy boyfriend.

Really?

That's what we all thought.

My mom and dad.

And me.

Why would a beauty like Becca

go out with a guy like that?

He was a professor...

He was years older...

These days he'd be fired.

Teacher seducing a student?

And he taught?

Uhhh... The psychology of healing.

I mean he really was a brilliant guy...

Everybody knew that.

It was some bullshit humanities course
he had to teach.

He was really in meds.

He was always gonna be a
brilliant doctor.

She seemed to need that validation.

Brilliant teacher

loves me and only me.

He took her to concerts and operas.

Made her feel like an intellectual.

And then, weirdly...

Weirdly?

Became the lead oncologist overseeing her
case at Mount Sinai Hospital.

Yeah.

That was weird.

Did you hate that?

I hated it so much.

Jealous?

He had her body before I did.

Fucked her when she was just a kid.

19.

She told me she hardly noticed that.

She told me that, too.

It didn't help.

And then?

Than he had her body as
she was dying.

As her doctor.

So...

tell me about this body thing.

You've made a career out of bodies.

I lived in Becca's body.

It was the only place I really lived.

Her body was...

The world.

The meaning and the purpose of the world.

I don't think I can really explain it.

-Wow...
- Was Becca having an affair with Jerry Eckler?

When she was married to me?

What?

Was Becca having an affair

with Jerry Eckler while she was
married to me?

I hear she reconnected with him...

would go out with him

when I was out of town on business.

You know... cute lunches at the
United Baker's Dairy...

the odd dinner at Fat Pasha.

and never telling me.

Ah, I did run into them a few times.

But it was after Becca was sick.

I thought he was just taking extra care of her

because of their past.

Yeah, right.

You remember we talked about
the Doctor's Plot?

Yeah.

What if Eckler was the doctor who plotted?

Jerry Eckler?

What if Jerry Eckler

was working on something edgy

bordlerline unethical,
that involved Becca and her disease,

her treatment--with her consent?

Wow...Listen...

I now this sounds perverse

but these things you're saying to me

I find them exciting.

Well... I guess the...

They're exciting me.

Conceptually?

Intellectually? Conspiratorially?

They're making me hot.

-Oh.
-You know, I've always liked you.

Wow.. Well, I've always liked, uh...

Maury...he knows that.

That's why he wanted me to come here.

To be alone.

Here, with you.

No that can't be.

He knew something would happen.

What does the dog do?

The dog?

Your new friend's dog...

What does it do

when the two of you are fucking?

I would put down a towel,

for her to lie down

And she stays there.

She hears the two of you, though?

Smells you?

Sees you?

I guess she does.

When I saw you at the dog park,

I immediately got jealous.

That's when I knew I'd fuck you.

Enough with the dogs, then.

Were you... are you surprised about these?

These?

These. That they're bigger than Becca's are.

Were.

That surprises guys who knew us both.

So you think...

Maury wanted this to happen?

Wanted me to fuck you?

Huh? I know he's still jealous.

Still thinks he owns you.

Yes.

He wants the best thing to happen.

And that would validate

all the destructive crap that he loves...

You know you can't trust him right?

Never occurred to me.

Brothers in sorrow.

Do I remind

you of Becca?

Do you wonder if I'll come
the way that she did?

Did she make the same sounds?

Are you pretending that you're fucking her?

Does this make you happy, Karsh?

I hope it does.

I really hope it does.

You can tell me.

You can tell me everything.

You can tell me,

if Becca really told you

to stay away from me after she died.

Oh, fuck!

Maury has a big mouth.

She didn't say that.

If she did,

I took it to mean

that we would be good for each other.

Was she right?

Navigate to Mori Entrekin.

Why am I here, Maury?

- Decryption.
- Of?

The shroud-cam data

ofthe vandalized graves.

They were captured and encrypted,

so we're locked out of our own data.

You would expect a demand for ransom.

But there wasn't one.

No, there wasn't.

You couldn't do this at my place?

I could have ordered piizza

and Diet Coke for you there.

You busting my balls, buddy?

It's an expression of affection.

It says I know you and value you.

Good to know.

Your place is contaminated--to the max.

Everything you do there online

is monitored in real time.

I've moved everything relevant here

and I managed to decrypt some images

from the... from the buried.

It was not easy.

Here, take a look.

They have the same nodules as Becca.

The desecration wasn't just random.

I... I tapped into some other graves, too.

The non-vandalized.

It's my grave encryption, so it's duck soup.

Here. See? They're clean.

So, yes.

The nine were targeted.

Yeah. Targeted.

Trying to destroy evidence

under the pretense of some
Icelandic environmentalist movement.

You said they tapped into the
data cables of the nine.

Maybe they were actually looking

for evidence to keep for themselves.

For blackmail.

Or, I guess, revenge.

Against?

Who knows.

Somebody.

And it's the evidence of what crime?

I'll leave that to you,
you're the body specialist.

So, I've got family reps from all nine concerned--

the nine whose graves have been vandalized.

Go on Zoom and they'll all be there.

Were they resistant to the idea of
meeting me altogether?

No. They seemed comforted by the idea

that they weren't alone,
and that maybe this was just some

random vandalism.

Not a targeted racial attack

or whatever scary thing.

OIkay. You know,

I hate this part of it.

Do you want the koala bear?

I can be fuzzy and sweet.

Maybe you need that right now.

No, I don't want the koala bear.

Well, how about this?

Jerry Eckler has been keeping

all the body parts

They have been amputating.

Do all doctors normally do that?

Fuck, Hunny!

Is he a special kind of doctor?

What the fuck are you doing?

Should I ask him

if you want to keep those amputated
body parts?

Oh, by the way,

all nine of the buried,

whose reps you're about to see,

they were under the care of
guess who?

That's right. Dr. Jerry Eckler.

What could that mean, I wonder?

Does he keep some of their body parts, too?

I can check that out for you,

if you'd ike.

We have your meeting...

Fuck!

What happened?

Later. Right now, you need to connect with Hunny.

And you need to do the client interview.
I can't do it.

Yeah, all right. Just don't crash your car.

Put it on autopilot.

Fucking Hunny.

I'm getting rid of her.

She's just gone fucking crazy.

She's in my head, my dreams,
my life...

What the fuck?

What a disaster. That's fucking Maury.

He fucking invented her.

I'm gonna kill him.

Maury!

Open the fucking door!

Maury!

I can't believe I actually did this.

What?

This is me and Maury.

I'm finally a conspirator myself.

Well, listen

I was thinking

of killing myself.

Well, that would be a relief to a lot of people.

Seriously, I can't.....

I can't be without you anymore.

It's the end for me.

Such a drama queen. You managed to
live without me for six years.

I'm being provoked

into... into thoughts of

self annihilation.

Provoked?

Yeah.

By you... and... and by your new lover.

That shmuck.

Who are you talking about?

Your former brother-in-law.

Karsh?

Yeah.

You're just looney tunes.

Never.

I live inside his computer.

I know everything.

What do you mean?

His avatar, Hunny?

She's me.

I tell him things,

he believes me.

And he tells Hunny things

And that's me.

Wow. I think that's illegal.

I think you could lose your license.

There is no license.

Uncover's what I do.

And what I'm gonna do.

That sounds like a threat.

Yeah, it is a threat.

Ah - I'm not sure who you're threatening.

You and Karsh.

That's the thought...

That... that's kept me alive.

I'm gonna bring him down.

His whole empire.

He doesn't have an empire.

I'm gonna bring down his whole enterprise.

Gravetech, Shroud Cam.

The cemetery he... he built,
the ones he wants to build...

It's all coming down

Unless you split with him.

Unless you let me back in!

Maury!

This is "nuts" time!

What are you gonna do?

I mean I don't believe you're gonna
do anything...

'cause you're the shmuck.

The nebbish

That's always been your problem.

A resentful, paranoid shmuck!

Inventing stuff--

to be resentful about!

Yeah well...

I've already started.

What do you mean?

The vandals,

who attacked the cemetery?

What about 'em?

I'll let you guess...
-God!

Wow... Do you believe him?

Now you know
why I kicked him out.

But... the vandals?

What? He did it himself?

He hired some guys to do it?

And Hunny?

Who's that?

My personal assistant, Artificial Intelligence avatar

Set up for me... by Maury.

I get her to do everything.

Did.

So is there stuff about us on the computer?

Not really.

Texting... I'll over in an hour...

Just functional stuff.

But for a very creative paranoid...

Could be enough to trigger him, I guess.

But he is right, isn't he?

There is an "us" now.

Yeah. There is an "us."

Our guys say there's been damage

to the shrouds of seven of the nine graves.

These are two of them.

They propose digging the rest up,

re-wrapping, re-connecting right
at the cemetery.

Should be very discrete.

I'll handle City Hall, per usual.

I didn't think the damage went that deep.

I didn't see it.

Well, apparently.

So...

Becca?

Becca, yes.

Well, you want to see her?

- No.
- Be there?

Oh, no - not with those guys working away.

The other families?

I'm getting in touch.

They will want to talk to you,

so hang on to your hat.

I suspect some will opt to

about the shrouds.

Leave their loved ones in peace.

You?

We need to reconnect Becca, of course.

For me and for Gravetech.

Thanks for letting me see your set up here.

Very impressive.

I'm sorry I can't offer you lunch,

we had to close while we renovate.

No problem, I'm booked to eat with some colleagues
back at the hospital.

I'm very intrigued to know what

you've found. Something strange and
bizarre, you said.

Yes.

So...

you see these still images we captured from

the video you sent me?

Here's a good one.

You see these strange electronic-like bone growths

That you suspected were not natural?

Now, watch what me people,

some lovely fanatics in the radiology department,

were able to do in this little video.

What am I seeing?

Well, you're seeing a very clever

layered animation that someone created

and added to the bones of your wife.

My guys were able to peel apart the layers

They're not real.

Not organically created

by your shrouds

or by her cancer.

They were created by a bit of a genius artist,
I would say.

Must have taken days.

She managed to have them track with
your shroud-cam images

no matter how you much you rotated
or enlarged them.

Huge amount of work went into them,
I would say.

You have any idea why they would want to do that?

No... I can't imagine.

Well, I see your workers are retrieving
some bodies.

You could conduct a special autopsy.

That would be politically difficult.

The grave business

sounds a lot like the hospital business.

Karsh, don't crash.

Maury, you asshole.

I know, you're right.

I'm just a passionate,

obsessive guy. What can I say?

But yeah - an asshole.

Hey, listen, I programmed a

navigation destination

into... into your Tesla.

It's called Maury.

Original, huh?

Just let it drive you to me.

What? Fuck you.

And why are you bleeding?

What's going on?

Ah, I always bleed when I'm stressed.

Listen, Karsh, I made a... a big mistake.
I'm so sorry.

A big mistake - and we're all gonna pay for it.

Who's we?

You, me, Terry, you know... family.

What was the mistake?

I hired Russians.

Fuck you, Maury.

You're a paranoid schizophrenic

and you've trashed my cemetery.

I'm thinking...

Nav guide to the police.

No, no, just have your car drive you to me.

Or, at least, follow the nav route.

You'll thank me, I swear.

Fuck, fuck!

Leave your phone in your car.

Really?

What is this place?

It's nowhere

That's the point.

Tell me about the Russians.

They're just a couple of hacker
kids I know.

They needed money,

So I hired them to... to hack

your cemetery.

And so? What was the mistake?

That they were Russian?

Yeah.

And it turns out, because of the Chinese.

What the fuck are you talking about?

The Chinese thought I was trying to sabotage

their thing on behalf of the Russians

and now they're after me.

The Chinese... they think I'm a Russian puppet.

Their thing?

What thing?

What thing?

C'mon - don't play games.

What thing?

Your shrouds.

Shining Clos Technologies.
You must know.

I don't know.

No? They love what you're doing.

They see it as a way to establish

a clandestine surveillance network in the west.

Your cemeteries.

Why do you think they're investing
so much in Gravetech?

Not because
you're some hot-shit salesman, believe me.

The bones?

Skeletons?

That's how they do it.

Eventually it'll be part of every healthy

living human bean.

For now, just dead ones.

Those electronic bone nodes--you faked them.

Who told you that?

Wait.

Let me think... was he Chinese?

Maybe...

Ha! Yeah.

Dr. Zhao.

You know Becca's radiologist?

He's well-known in the local hacker world.

Smooth talker.

And you fell for it?

It looked pretty convincing.

Yeah - it should.

It would have all the computing and
brain power of

Shining Clos Technologies behind it.

What?

Dr. Rory Zhao--

is an operative for Shining Clos.

Needless to say, the Chinese government...

No way.

Way.

And Dr. Eckler?

He got paid a lot of Chinese money to--

I hate to say it-- to... to experiment on

certain of his patients.

Becca. Fuck!

Under Zhao's guidance.

It's no accident that Eckler left the country.

He's... he's got a fucking target
on his back.

How do you know they're after you?

What would they want from you?

Jesus, what?!

They kidnapped me... and tortured me.

They want me to become a mole

in the Russian operation,

And I said I would, but there is no Russian operation!

It's just a...

just a fucking coincidence!

I don't know how to get them
off my back!

Ahh. I'm thinking I'll leave the country, too.

Where would you go?

Iceland, probably.

To join Eckler?

We wouldn't have anything to say to each other...

Except, "Hey, we fucked sisters, didn't we?

Does that make us brothers?"

Maury's insane.

A complete lunatic.

I didn't believe a thing he said.

But the missing fingers?

He lost them in shop class in high school

making a bird house. You never noticed?

I never did.

He's good at hiding them.

It embarasses him.

Sometimes, he does the, you know,

missing fingers trick

at kids' birthday parties

If he's drunk enough.

It doesn't even make sense.

The fingers? It's a Yakuza thing.

Japanese, not Chinese.

Yeah, well,

Maury's an equal opportunity conspirator.

Plus... he gets confused very easily.

So... all delusional.

And he did create those node
images on Becca's skeleton?

For sure.

Sex question.

Mmm. My favorite.

Conspiracy excites you, sexually,.

It seems to.

Maury is very inventive when it
comes to conspiracy.

So how come I threw him out?

Yeah.

He's a complete shmuck.

We re-open tomorrow.

It looks perfect.

You'd never know.

Got my original guys to put it
back together.

Original guys?

Are they gravediggers or tech guys?

Both.

Special squad developed by Gravetech.

Maury was involved.

He wasn't so crazy then.

All the techs working again?

Should be.

Maury gave us our network back.

Shmuck.

He said he hoped the Chinese would leave
us alone

now that they could continue to develop

their devious surveillance techniques.

I think she has a friend visiting her.

What... what do you mean?

Well, look.

Fresh digging on your side.

Huh... except that you're standing right
in front of me.

Fuck, you're right.

Maybe it's...

Fuck... what?

What? You didn't know? How is that possible?

I'll have to talk to the team.

We had to dig up eight,

including Becca.

Could they mistakenly

buried one of the other seven here?
Makes no sense.

Let's see what Becca has to say.

Well, what's happening?

The app is controlling

the wrong screen.

It's the screen from my plot.

The boys must have fucked up
the re-wiring.

Who the fuck is that?

I can't believe it.

What? What can't you believe?

Well, don't you see it?

Don't you know who this is?

Jerry Eckler.

Becca's creepy doctor.

Dr. Jerry Eckler.

So?

You eat like a little kid.

Mmm. Want some?

So, you've never met him.

Becca knew it would bother me

so she arranged not for me to be there

in her hospital room when he was.

I ran into him once when he came in
with some interns.

A real performer.

One of those doctors who
thinks he's a stand-up comedian.

I barely remember him.

I have some theories.

It can't be him.

There can't be anyone buried there.

It has to be a special virtual creation

by Maury Intrekin designed to torment me.

To have one of Becca's lovers.

displace me? To lie beside her instead of me?

Asshole.

That was one of my theories.

What else could it be?

My guys wouldn't be sneaking a body
into my cemetery

And why would they have his body?

And why would Eckler even be dead?
I mean shot in the head?

He does seem to have disappeared.

Maybe he neve rmade it to Iceland
for that conference.

Maybe Maury made that up,

to cover up something else.

What something?

Maybe...

Maybe Eckler was assassinated for

his part in the Chinese conspiracy.

Worked with that radiologist...

was taking money from Russia.

Maybe Maury gave him up to them in exchange

for his own miserable life.

To them?

- Whoever.
- Yeah.

I have another one.

Okay go.

The vicious divorce.

Eckler's wife hired a hit man

to kill him because of his affair with Becca.

Buried him with her,
as an ironic "fuck you."

You know Eckler's wife?

She would do something that crazy?
That complicated?

Never met her.

I guess you could just dig him up.

Call your boys.

He's either there or not there.

Like Schrodinger's cat.

You can't just go digging.

Major red tape.

Ground penetrating radar?

Won't work on corpses wrapped in our shrouds.

Okay.

Then what?

I find somewhere else to get buried.

Really? You'd just give that up?

Lying with her for all eternity?

I have another theory for you.

Go.

I paid
to have Eckler killed and had him buried here--

myself for what he did to Becca.

I gave her to him to have her here becasue

she betrayed me with him.

And I don't want her anymore.

I think you'd better fuck me

quick, before the buzz of that one wears off.

You sure this thing can make it all the
way to Budapest?

Karoly and I have flown this flight many times.

You make one stop at Reykjavik.

It's very nice.

All your friends

will come visit you.

when you're buried at Gravetech Budapest.

My friends don't

all have private planes.

I'll get you some new friends that do.

You're going to love Budapest.

It won't surprise me if

you eventually decided to live there.

I have a beautiful, big house.

Stay.

Does your dog have to go into quarantine?

No.

Phil's special,

Too bad.

I was looking forward to being your

dog for a couple of weeks.

Darling, you can do that whenever you want.

Just let me know.

Soo-Min...

This seems incredibly complicated.

Almost impossible for a non-Hungarian speaker.

Do you really think

your government contacts can

get me a legitimate Mangyarian passport?

Oh, God.

I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.

But you did.

You wanted to hurt me.

No, no... what do you mean?

You promised to lie beside me in the grave.

Your wonderful gadget of the grave

Now look at you...

Flying off to another country.

But it was you, Becca.

You got Jerry Eckler to lie beside you

There was no place for me there.

It's not Becca.

She's dead, remember?

She can't do anything.

I was afraid to dig him up.

I was afraid.

Don't worry,

my darling Kar.

Becca understands.

And you have me now.

And in the end,

we'll be together

in Gravetech Budapest.