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Grief is rotting your teeth.

Ah, I think that does stop.

I was dreaming.

Grief is rotting your teeth.

He's not medically feasible.

The teeth do register emotion.

They react.

Here's the proof.

Bone density is tanking.

Teeth are getting mobile, those golf currents.

Not good.

So, not exactly rotting.

layman's terms.

Your wife is a beautiful woman.

Lovely person.

You'll see that I have her danteregates here, I guess.

X-rays of her mouth and your computer.

We still do.

Do you want j-picks?

No thanks.

Okay, but any time.

If it helps.

So, what do I do about the grief thing?

Dancer, he's 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, 20 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 are you doing 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 kind of a showcase for my business.

Does that say more?

Well, I think that the decor in here says something, although I'm not sure what.

Those 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 predates your restaurant by about 2000 years.

Maybe 700 years?

But it's pretty definitely a fake.

My shrouds?

How 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 an unobservant atheist.

Okay, 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 plug next to her.

Huh.

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 screams 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 it's touching.

The images are usually horrible and faded and fly-spacked.

So the screens say, were your idea?

Yes.

What, like those digital picture frames that give you a slideshow?

Well, not exactly.

This is Becca.

Hmm.

Double, like you said.

She's waiting for you.

So how do you activate the screen?

Just hers, I assume, for now.

I'd like to see her.

Who'd you?

Well, you fire up the Gravetech app that you've downloaded from our website,

and with that, you control your special screen.

Of course, everything's encrypted, unintended.

You can't enable anyone else's screens, not even Gravetech.

What you're seeing is shroud cam.

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

Or really, it's more like an X-ray MRI CT scan

kind of thing in the form of an embracing wrapper.

What they use 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 numerous upgrade of the app now enables high-res zoom.

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

No more resolution, deep 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 and even more.

And it makes me happy.

It has drained the way that fluid of grief that was drowning me.

Sharing me.

Oh, good gosh.

You're a lovely, interesting man.

Just like our mutual friends said, but...

Really?

Would anybody mind if I smoked?

Yeah.

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, revving how to 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 essexuality?

You'll never replace Becca.

I'm not trying to.

I did love that body.

What 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.

Can't you love dogs through surgery?

The business side of things was making me anxious.

You're on the anxious.

Now I just make dogs beautiful.

Their owners thank me for it.

That or an argument over what constitutes beautiful?

No, the occasional asshole.

I banished them immediately.

Well, speaking of surgery.

Where are we?

I mentioned it.

Okay, yeah.

Your sister.

That's what we're going to 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 a room every time 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.

They knew it.

I'm sure they did.

I knew I was onto them.

Their plot.

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 towards

experimental treatments they were being upfront about.

Dangerous and possibly illegal treatments.

Like she was a guinea pig for them.

Alabra.

That's more realistic?

My version.

I brought my laptop.

I'm not looking at that screen.

You know, I feel about it.

You know what?

You do creeps me out.

What I do?

Being a 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 Close Up.

It's disturbing.

And you might know what it is.

Why would I?

You know bodies.

And human 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 Shrallcom autopsy.

We're pathologists.

We don't even know who this is.

Is that how you've been dealing with it?

That's a grief strategy.

Well, it's an approach.

So, what is that?

It's 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 had indicate like everything else.

They use organic shapes to hide them.

It's common knowledge.

They?

The doctors.

Huh.

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 large sample to draw data from.

Because look, there are tons of them.

All over her bones.

Different shapes.

Not 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 net work.

GPS locators, movement calibrators.

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.

Do you get the other corpses you've wrapped up?

See if that Christmas paper produced, didn't he?

Anomalies.

Terry.

Why would anyone want to drag me?

Sure.

Right.

It used to be the Pruder Serve Industrial videos.

Terry.

Look, Becca said things.

She just made it up.

Playful, you know?

I forget what she said, Carve, really.

I do.

Hey, pop, pop!

Hey!

Get away from her!

What happened?

I was just there for lunch yesterday.

Must have happened after.

After the restaurant closed.

Middle 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.

Video cameras disabled.

Somebody or somebody's did it and took it.

When did he get the video?

He was waiting for me this morning.

The restaurant workers confirmed the damage.

I wanted us to tell them to call 911.

Tell them not to.

We don't want the publicity.

I already told them.

So far, so good.

Now press alert, yeah.

We have to shut down the restaurant and close all access to

the cemetery until either the chance to assess the damage.

Might be pushed back from the loners.

Find a way to make it be alright.

Repair, safety, improvements, whatever.

Wait.

There's more.

What?

You're gonna need more, eh?

Hey.

Wow.

You really went all the way with the Japanese?

I needed to do something.

Become somebody else, I guess.

You sold the matrimonial house.

We'd sell the market as we speak.

My brother and sorrow.

It's still for you.

It's only been six years.

The morning of marriage.

The horse that felt like a death.

You seen Terry lately?

Lately, yeah.

We didn't talk about you.

Of course not.

Death for her, too.

My death.

She celebrates.

Anyway.

What are we seeing here?

It basically replicates our money-turning 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.

Can you let them look at what I did at the factory?

Yeah.

Anyone paranoid then?

I was worn down.

But 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.

Oh, there's some real hatred there.

I see a machine 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.

Top of it.

I can't get a feed from it anymore.

I was getting constant feeds from Becca'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 if they agreed.

I can't access that data either.

I'm locked out.

These guys have encrypted everything.

I assume all my clients are locked out of their gravesites too.

Ransom?

They're not asking for Ransom.

Whoever they are.

So what do they want?

There's the question.

And are they the ones who've done the vandalizing?

Could that be a coincidence?

I have my suspicions, but I don't want to buy you.

I connected anecdotally, though, with macro-scan, a recent upgrade to 8K resolution.

8K?

Did that without me?

Was 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 unpack 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 weren't Chinese.

It's the front that collaborated with me on designing and manufacturing the shrouds.

And who knows?

They might be implicated.

You're like Delia, right?

Lots of old soup.

Pastrami unripe.

No pickles.

Too much acid.

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

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

I can always turn her into a koala bear if you like.

Just let me know.

Hey, honey.

Hey, Karsh.

What's up?

Morrie 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?

You know me too well.

No, I need you to make me a date with a doctor.

Not feeling well?

Not that.

No.

I need to talk to Dr. Echler.

The oncologist who oversaw Baker'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 you a reminder.

Night-night.

What is it this time?

Dr. Echler needs the left breast.

How do you know?

The caller.

They should call up the caller.

It calls me.

I thought they didn't need the breast.

Either one, right or 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 know that.

Is 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 in the lockout screen that the hackers created.

Right.

What something?

It 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.

A capital, Reykjavik.

We have been in touch with an environmental group in Iceland.

There's interest there in establishing a

grave tech cemetery in one of the lava fields.

Could be a protest against that initiative.

Well, that might explain there.

The encryption hostage taking with us.

But the vandalism.

Separate thing.

Coordinated or coincidence?

There's a problem with Dr. Echler.

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 Baker's case with Echler.

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 in.

The hack.

Do we have our network back?

I'm stumped.

I hate to admit it, but...

Can't get in.

They're really good, however they are.

We're categorically locked out.

We have to wait for the next move.

If there even is the next move.

Phone or things, it's a political thing.

Graveyard politics.

She thinks maybe they heard somebody here.

But you're a pretty good politician when it comes to

manipulating the city, so it should be ducked soup for you.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

And 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.

Baker's death means I have no moral laws?

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

Did you?

No.

Not even close.

I mean, I don't understand if you did.

She's single and attractive.

And she's catastrophically neurotic.

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 help that body again.

You know, that you learned the body of the mother's body.

But no.

Not Terry.

You can just resist.

Maury.

When Baker 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.

To know.

Never.

This could be dangerous.

I think I see sparking cables over there.

Low voltage, but yeah, careful.

We're going to need the whole crew back here.

Some major digging permissions from clients or your city bureaucrats.

I hate it.

I brought sledgehammers, pickaxes, maybe cable cutters, warm rubber gloves.

It's not spontaneous religious nuts.

You get those, right?

Oh, yeah.

We've been called technoethias infidels, but it doesn't feel like that now.

Could be the ecoterrorist.

They love destroying technology.

Really?

Some groups are against old burial, especially the

injection of technology into the bosom of Mother Earth.

They want cremation, recycling.

You need to involve the police, too 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.

There's no...

I see something odd.

Yeah?

For a wild destructive rampage, it looks kind of...

orderly, meaning...

targeted.

Look at all the spaces between the vandalized graves.

I think there were after specific graves, specific names, people... targeted.

Maybe, you know.

Then Becca's would have been one of them.

A target.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Nothing can get anything.

Why?

If it's not the environmentalist thing, then what's the motive?

Intimidation?

A view?

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 themselves.

If they're all like this.

Look at this fiber optic cable that has tap marks in it.

So, amidst the frenzy of carnage, somebody took the time to tap it.

So, not very frenzied.

Conely looking for data.

Uploading Becca.

Oliver.

And taking her away from you.

Conely Sabo needs some tropics on the tropics.

On the tropics, it's easy.

It's easy to see the technologies.

It's easy to see the technologies.

It's easy to see the technologies.

It's easy to see the technologies.

Conely Sabo's journey began in 1945, when he was born in Budapest, Hungary.

In 1956, at the age of 11, Conely 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, Sabo 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 urological, organic, humanistic.

I believe this is the only approach that can guarantee the world a livable future.

I'm so mean Sabo.

Carsh, so nice to meet you.

My husband, Conely, is dying.

He's Hungarian.

He wants to be buried, not cremated.

Understand?

Maybe you do.

Maybe not.

We used to eat here all the time.

He loves the Greece, the Hungarian Greece.

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 going to 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 he'll be buried there.

Your lawyers made that clear.

It can certainly be done.

I started going blind when I was 23.

I told Conely 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.

Haptics, tactile, feedback would be wonderful.

Even for the sighted, for the sense of involvement, not just being an observer.

Or for you, 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?

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 Cauly.

No problem.

Read grave tech, Lata, from Cauly.

My friends, we got to come and tell you.

Listen to me.

Why is it talking so fast?

I can't understand it.

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 grave tech, Lata, from Cauly, at normal speed.

My friends in the government of Hungary told me, there's concern that the proposed

grave tech sanitary would have wished could be used as an integral part of an

electronic intelligence surveillance 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 reassurance.

Are the Hungarians right to be worried?

Hmm.

We've played with that, haven't we?

The Shrout mash?

Yeah.

Unintended consequences.

Yeah.

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

Well, sort of.

Each of our cemeteries will mesh and shrouds into a kind of network that's

designed to service all its mourners, receiving viewing instructions from the

grave tech 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 surveyed?

Well, everything on every mourner's mobile for starters, it 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 untray?

It could become a satellite node, if it's

Russian and Chinese hacks we're talking about.

Or Mother's Budapest Cemetery.

Well, it could link up with all our other cemeteries worldwide.

A mesh of meshes, so to speak.

Assuming we ever get that far.

But to what purpose, really?

There are so many juicy international networks to hack these days.

Why a little global village of the shroud are dead?

I can start probing right away.

I want this client.

He made a fortunately other 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.

To be shrouded.

She didn't feel it.

It's not meant for the living.

Maybe not meant for the dead either.

Might be 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?

Bearing the dead is a big deal.

What about your plans for world domination?

Delusional.

I just need to bury myself.

I hated when you go into the press of mode.

I found something.

Wow.

Somebody that ought to perk you right up.

Oh yeah.

Bone growth.

Garden variety.

Common reaction of the body to the cancer.

To the chemo, to the radiation.

It's a brutal regime.

Your wife?

In your grave?

Yes.

Resolution on these is impressive.

Trial camp, you call it?

Yeah, our thing.

And by our, you including the Chinese company that helped you develop it?

Shining call technologies?

Yes.

How did you know that?

They have grave tech listed on their website.

Along with the manufacturers of some of the

radiation devices we use here in the hospital.

I'm sure I use shining call technology when I was giving away for 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.

Honey, is it?

Yes, honey is very resourceful.

So, the shape of this growth, their placement, their number, are 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 the cancer?

Something useful to humans.

I'm not sure I understand.

You mean something medical science can use in cancer treatment, something like that?

I was thinking more 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 of my wife when she was still alive.

Because I think the so-called growth developed after she died in her grave.

That's not possible.

Once the bones are dead, the cancer is dead.

And the scans.

Do you recall seeing these anomalies when you did your scans when she was alive?

Some years ago, I can't recall.

I remember she was a lovely, still-ick patient.

Very kind.

And the keeper of the scans?

That would be Dr. Echler's files.

He was a chief oncologist.

It seems to have disappeared into the wilds of Iceland.

Exploring the hot springs if I know him, he just went through horrific divorce.

Huh?

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

I want to study those broken extrusions at your resolution.

They are unusual in their very regular distribution and structure.

I'll limit to that.

If I can find anything to tell you, I promise I'll get in touch with honey.

Hey, cars.

What's going on, honey?

Hmm, I thought you needed some cozy furnace.

It was Maurice's idea, remember?

Why did you think that?

Tracking you.

Know where you are.

Is that hospital?

Yeah, right, so?

Got a strange one.

Great.

Sumin Zaba 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 in a hotel.

Told me her house has become a hospital.

Her husband.

Yeah, got it.

So, honey.

Yes, cars.

Let's kill the koala bear routine, okay?

Sure thing, cars.

Easy-peasy.

Whoo!

She'll leave without my fur coat.

Right on time.

Impressive.

I needed room service.

What can I say?

It's been so hard.

I can't imagine.

You don't have to, imagine.

You know.

You've been through it.

What?

Is that the research you mentioned to honey?

No.

But, of course, I looked you up.

By the way, what is with the koala bear thing?

What, honey came to you as a... Yes, my assistant saw 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 grave tech 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 makes in other words.

May I touch your face?

My?

Your face.

Touch it, you know.

Haptic feedback.

Um...

Sure.

One of the things I miss most since Cowley got sick and grumpy.

Touching.

He won't touch me now and resist.

When I touch him...

Did that happen with you and Pika?

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 our bones and made them fragile like brittle glass.

She would roll over in bed and a rip would crack.

So are 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?

Leona.

I left one.

It had disintegrated.

My arm was just hanging by the skin and muscle.

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

I'm having trouble with the balance.

I can't balance.

But I'll learn.

I'll be okay.

They're jumping away, aren't you?

They can still have sex, though.

Why don't you like that?

Am I too mutilated?

You still desire me?

You still do.

I'm worried.

Yeah?

Will your bones crack if I hold you?

Oh, man.

It's broken.

Oh, man.

I'm just broke.

No, no.

Oh, I don't want to move.

Everything's gonna break.

Please breathe.

Where's my medical?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

They'll come for a video time.

They're really good about this.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Everything's gonna be much.

I really enjoyed taking your Neo virginity.

Was it that traumatic for you?

You made a lot of unusual sounds.

The cow's still in shock.

It was that good.

It was potent.

I'm still shaky.

Gosh.

A word of warning.

Warning.

Don't trust honey.

What?

Don't trust your avatar.

She leaks.

Leaks?

Apparently, she flickered for a moment before her koala bear incarnation stabilized.

My boys got some odd code behind her.

Code of that suggests a word.

She's not completely an independent AI entity.

Someone is controlling her.

You know, we'll pop it.

You have delicious thighs.

Howdy, Karsh.

Need some help?

Face time beckons?

I can do it for you.

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

I need to feel useful and connected.

You go get some sleep.

You look a bit haggard.

Wow.

Haggard, honey.

Not a good thing.

Okay, Big Shot.

You go it alone.

I'm gonna get some, should I?

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 a little turn.

It's always 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 filament, 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.

It's good for your diets, because you no longer eat.

It's all IVs.

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 the

way first, otherwise people make up like games.

I 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 out a group volcano protest.

I wonder about that.

The bodies in your cemetery are wrapped in toxic radioactive shrouds, and their

poison is leaching into your core land as we speak.

Our studies showed that that's not possible.

Your studies are capitalist life structures.

I warned our president not to do business with you.

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 grave tech to run a vandalized, just to make a point?

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

It wasn't, say, a rogue offshoot 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.

Cow Lee has become obsessed with the idea of your shrouds.

Shroud can is a whole technology.

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

That's amazing.

He worries about the Chinese, though.

In what aspect?

They manufacture your shrouds, don't they?

Yes, they've invested in grave tech, and we're involved in their design as well.

The company calls shining cloth technologies.

No one else interested for one thing.

We saw that my husband worries that the Chinese government

has interest in that company, a controlling interest.

It wouldn't surprise me, although they have contractually stated that they were

independent of the government.

We know how much that's worth.

For sure.

But what's the worry?

Compute to rise 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 my... like...

Hi, Terry!

Zumin?

This is Terry, my sister-in-law, with a dog.

Hi, puppy!

Terry, Zumin.

Hi.

Hi, Terry.

What kind of dog do you have?

Oh, Hershey's not really my dog.

He's a labradoodle that I'm boarding in my house for a couple days in the dark room.

That's so fantastic.

It must be very satisfying.

Yeah.

Handy.

Some dogs are difficult.

Some dog owners, too.

Tell me about it.

I get into street clashes daily.

Do you want 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, I'm going to take Hershey for a run.

See you later.

Come on, Miffin.

Come on, Miff.

Come on.

So, the paranoid sister-in-law.

The paranoid sister-in-law.

Mm.

Hey, did you hear?

Yeah.

The retial risk, too, see.

They wanted to do the left collar band, too.

The clavicle.

That is integrating 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 wherever 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. Echler has it.

He 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. Echler?

With this 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 this project?

What's this presentation about?

It's very complicated.

You'll have to ask Jerry.

Jerry?

Jerry Echler.

Talk to Echler.

I'm 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 tomorrow.

He can plant a bite.

Oh, well.

He texts me.

Post-ivores harassment.

Basically a stalker.

I don't answer.

Great view.

Too high up though.

I get vertigo.

And very, er...

very Japanese.

Like your new girlfriend.

The one in the park.

She's Korean.

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.

They keep telling me.

So mean, let me know I was still sexually viable.

I wasn't sure his tale 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 Echler.

The creepy boyfriend.

Really?

That's what we all thought.

My mom and dad.

Aunt 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 at a teacher seducing a student.

And he taught?

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.

It was really in meds.

He was always going to be a brilliant doctor.

She seemed to need that validation.

A brilliant teacher loves me and only me.

He took out of concerts and operas.

Made her feel like an intellectual.

And then weirdly?

Weirdly.

Became the lead on colleges to overseeing her case at Mount Sinai Hospital.

Yeah, that was weird.

Did you hate that?

I hate 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.

He didn't help him.

And then?

Then he had her body as she was dying as her doctor.

So, tell me about this body scene.

It 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 Echler when she was married to me?

What?

Was Becca having an affair with Jerry Echler while she was married to me?

I hear she reconnected with him.

We'd go out with him when I was out of town on business.

You know, the cute lunches at United Becca's dairy here.

You're dinner with that passion.

You're never telling me.

I didn't 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 Echler was the doctor who plotted?

Jerry Echler?

What if Jerry Echler was working on something edgy, borderline unethical,

that involved Becca and her disease, her treatment, with her consent?

Wow.

The Sun now.

I know the Sun's first, 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.

I always liked her.

Maury knows that.

That's why he wanted me to come here.

To be alone, here with you.

No, that can be.

He knew something would happen.

What does the doctor do?

The doctor.

He knew friends, Dad.

But just it's too many, too, if you're fucking...

I would put down a towel for her to lie down on me.

Just this, Dad.

She hears the two of you, though.

Smells you, sees you.

I guess she doesn't.

But I saw you in the top park.

Now you meet it, you got jealous.

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

They're not to talk to them.

Mmm.

Are you surprised about these?

These.

But they're bigger than Becca's are.

Where?

That surprise isn't some guy he's into us both.

So you think...

Don't worry, won't really want this to happen.

He's fine.

I know he's too jealous.

There's two things he owns you.

You want it the bad thing to happen?

The thing that would validate all the destructive crap that he does.

You know how to dress them, right?

How cute to me.

Brothers and sorrow.

Do I remind you of Becca?

Oh, you're wonderful.

I'll come.

The way I cheated.

Don't you make the safe sounds?

Oh.

What are you pretending?

Is that you're fucking hurt?

No.

This is my crappy car.

That's not really how it says.

You can tell me.

You can tell me everything.

Oh, how do you like it?

You can tell me.

If Becca really told you.

Just stay away from me after she died.

Oh, fuck!

More is a big mess.

She didn't say that.

Yeah, she didn't.

I took it to me.

We wouldn't be good for each other.

She's right.

Navigate to Maury Entricken.

Why am I here, Maury?

Decryption.

Of?

The Shrodcam data is the nine 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 pizza 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 moved everything relevant here, and I

managed to decrypt some images from the buried.

It was not easy.

Here, take a look.

They have the seven modules as Becca.

The desecration wasn't just random.

I tapped into some other graves, too.

The non-mandalized.

It's my grave-tech encryption, so it's a 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.

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 will 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.

Okay.

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 and Hitler has been keeping all the body parts they've been amputating.

Do doctors normally do that?

Fuck honey.

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?

And by the way, all nine of the buried...

Who's raps you're about to see?

They were under the care of Guess Who.

That's right.

Dr. Jerry, Echler.

What could that mean, I wonder?

Does he keep some of their body parts, too?

I can check that out for you if you like.

I have you meeting.

Fuck!

What happened?

Later.

Right now, you need to connect with honey.

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

Okay, all right.

Just don't crash your car, put it on autopilot.

Fucking honey.

I'm getting rid of her.

She's 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 it.

Open

the fucking door!

I can't believe I actually did this.

What?

This is me and Maury.

I'm finally a conspirator myself.

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've been provoked in the thoughts of self-annihilation.

Provoked?

Yeah.

By you and by your new lover, that schmuck.

Who are you talking about?

Your former brother-in-law.

Carsh?

Yeah.

You're just Looney Tunes.

Never.

I live inside his computer.

I know everything.

What do you mean?

He's Avatar, honey.

She's me.

I tell him things he believes me.

And he tells honey things.

And that's me.

I think that's illegal.

I think he could lose your license.

There is no license.

It covers what I do.

And what I'm gonna do.

That sounds like a threat.

Yeah, it is a threat.

I'm not sure who you're threatening.

You and Carsh.

That's the thought 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.

Grave tech, shroud cam.

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

It's all coming down unless you split with him.

Unless you let me back in.

Laurie, this is nuts time.

What are you gonna do?

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

Because you're the schmuck, the devilish.

That's always been your problem.

A resentful paranoid schmuck inventing stuff to...

to be resentful about.

Yeah, well...

I've already started.

What do you mean?

The Vandals?

Who attacked the cemetery?

What about him?

I'll let you guess.

Wow.

Do you believe him?

No, you know why I kicked him out.

But the Vandals?

What?

He did it himself.

He hired some guys to do it.

Aunt Honey?

Who's that?

My personal assistant, artificial intelligence avatar, set up for me by Morrie.

I get her to do everything.

Did?

So is there stuff about us on the computer?

Not really.

Text saying I'll be 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 isn't us now.

Yeah.

There isn't 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, reconnecting right at the cemetery.

It should be very discreet.

I'll handle City Hall, pre-usual.

I didn't think the damage went that deep.

I didn't see it.

Well, apparently.

So...

Becca?

Becca, yes.

Will you want to see her?

No.

Be there?

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 someone will opt to forget about the shrouds.

Leave their loved ones in peace.

You?

We need to reconnect Becca, of course.

For me and for Gravtag.

Thanks for letting me see your setup 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 meet with some colleagues back at the hospital.

I'm very intrigued to know what you 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 rightly suspected were not natural.

Now, watch what my 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.

They're 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.

He managed to have them track with your shroud cam

images, no matter how much you rotate it or enlarge them.

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

You have any idea why they want to do that?

No.

I can't imagine.

Well, I see you workers are retrieving some bodies.

You can conduct a special autopsy.

That would be politically difficult.

The grave business sounds a lot like the hospital business.

Carsh, don't crash.

Morrie, you asshole.

I know, you're right.

I'm just a passionate, obsessive guy.

Or can I say?

But yeah, an asshole.

Hey, listen, I programmed a navigation destination into your tesla.

It's called Morrie.

Original, huh?

Just like to drive you to me.

What?

Fuck you.

And why are you bleeding?

What's going on?

I always bleed when I'm stressed.

Listen, Carsh, I made a big mistake.

I'm so sorry.

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

Who's we?

You, me, Derry, you know, family.

What was the mistake?

I hired Russians.

Fuck you, Morrie.

You're a paranoid, schizophrenic, and you've trashed my cemetery.

I'm thinking, not a guy 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.

There's just a couple of hacker kids I know.

They needed money.

So I hired them to hack your cemetery.

And so, what was the mistake?

That they were Russian?

Yeah, that 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.

Dear thing, what thing?

What thing?

Come on, don't play games.

What thing?

Your shrouds.

Shining cloth 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 green tech?

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

Bones?

Skeletons?

That's how they do it.

Eventually, it'll be part of every healthy living human being for now.

Just dead ones.

Those electronic bone notes, you beg them.

Who told you that?

Wait.

Let me think.

Was he Chinese?

Chinese?

Maybe.

Yeah.

Dr. Zhao.

You know they kiss radiologists?

He's well known in the local hacker world.

Smooth talker.

Have you felt for it?

It looked pretty convincing.

Yeah, it should.

It would have had all the computing and brain

power of shining cloth technologies behind it.

What?

Dr. Rory Zhao is an operative for shining cloth.

Needless to say, the Chinese government.

No way.

Way.

And Dr. Echler?

He got paid a lot of Chinese money to...

I hate to say it, to experiment on certain of his patients.

Becca.

Fuck.

A hundred Zhao's guidance.

There's no accident that Echler left the country.

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 that hired me.

And I said I would, but there isn't no Russian operation.

It's just the fucking coincidence.

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

I'm thinking I'll lead the country too.

Where would you go?

I signed, probably.

To join Echler?

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

Maurice 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 birdhouse.

You never noticed?

I never did.

No, he's good at hiding them.

It embarrasses him.

Sometimes he does the, you know, missing fingers trick a kid's birthday parties.

If he's drunk enough.

It doesn't even make sense.

The fingers see Yakuza thing, Japanese, not Chinese.

Yeah, well, Maurice is an equal opportunity conspirator.

Plus he gets confused very easily.

So, all delusional.

And he did create those nude images on Baker's skeleton.

For sure.

Sex question.

My favorite.

Conspiracy excites you sexually.

It seems to.

Maurice is very inventive when it comes to conspiracy.

So how come I threw him out?

Yeah.

He's a complete remarkable.

We reopened tomorrow.

Looks perfect.

You never know.

Got my original guys to put it back together.

Original guys.

Are they grave diggers or tech guys?

Both.

Special squad developed by Grave Tech.

Maurice was involved.

He wasn't so crazy then.

All the tech's working again.

Should be.

Maurice gave us our network back.

Shmuk.

He said he hoped that the Chinese would live alone.

Now that they can continue to develop their devious surveillance techniques.

Hmm.

I think she has a friend visiting her.

What?

What do you mean?

Well, look.

Fresh digging on your side.

Except that you're standing right in front of me.

Fuck.

You're right.

But... Maybe it's...

Fuck.

What?

He didn't know?

How's that possible?

I have to talk to the team.

We had to dig up eight, including Becca.

Could they have mistakenly buried one of the seven others 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 for my plot.

The boys must have fucked up the rewiring.

Who the fuck is that?

I can't believe it.

What?

What can she believe?

Well, don't you see it?

Don't you know what this is?

Jerry Echler.

Becca's creepy doctor, Dr. Jerry Echler.

So?

You eat like a little kid.

Mmm.

Aren't you?

So you've never met him.

Becca knew it would bother me, so she arranged for

me not to be there in our 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.

Mmm.

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 Marianne Trichin 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 snaking the body into my cemetery.

And why would they have his body?

And why would Echler even be dead?

I mean, shut in the head.

It does seem to have disappeared.

Maybe he never made it to Iceland without conference.

Maybe Maury made that up.

To cover up something else.

What, something?

Maybe...

Maybe Echler 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.

Echler's wife hired a hitman to kill him because of his affair with Becca.

Buried him with her as an ironic fuck to you.

You know Echler's wife?

She would do something that crazy, that complicated.

Never met her.

I guess you could just dig him up.

Call your boys.

These are there, not there.

Like shredding a cat.

You can't just go digging.

Majora tape.

Ground, penetrating radar.

Won't work on corpses wrapped in our shrouds.

Okay.

Then what?

If I find somewhere else to get buried.

Really?

You just give that up?

Lying with her volatility?

I have another theory for you.

Go.

I paid to have Echler killed and had him buried here myself for what he did to Becca.

I gave her to him to have her here because she betrayed me with him.

And I don't want her anymore.

I think you better fuck me.

Quick.

Before the buzz of that one wears off.

The show this thing can make it all the way to Budapest.

The Calle and I have made this flight many times.

You make one stop at Rekio Vique.

It's very nice.

All your friends will come visit you when you're buried at Gravetak Budapest.

My friends don't all have private lanes.

I'll get you some new friends that do.

You're gonna 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.

It feels special.

To that.

I was looking forward to being a doctor for a couple of weeks.

Darling, you can do that whenever you want.

Just let me know.

So mean.

This seems incredibly complicated.

Almost impossible for a non-angarian speaker.

Do you really think your government contacts

can get me a legitimate Maggi op-assport?

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.

You're a wonderful gadget of a grave, but look at you.

Flying off to another country.

But it was you, Becca.

You got Jerry Eclotch and 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 car.

I can understand.

And you have me now.

And in the end, we'll get together and crave to go to passion.