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♪ one inch tall ♪ audience participation

Grief rots your teeth.

I think I passed out.

I had a dream.

Grief rots your teeth.

Is that possible?

Emotions affect your teeth.

They're responding.

Here's the proof.

Bone tissue is less dense.

Teeth have become mobile.

We're separated.

That's not good.

I mean.

not exactly rotting.

I've simplified it.

Your wife was a beauty.

A wonderful woman.

You still have a mold of her teeth.

And the computer is where the pictures are stored.

That's right.

Shall I send it to you?

No, thank you.

I can do that,

if it helps.

So what am I supposed to do about grief?

I mean with teeth.

So your ex-husband is an architect?

We're friends.

I live in a house he designed.

We built it together.

How long have you been divorced?

Twenty years ago.

More.

And you like living alone?

I think I've already told you that

our mutual friend.

Dr. Hofstra, who set up this blind date.

He said we're a dental match.

You can't do that blindly nowadays.

Google.

I'm sure you've seen the photo.

I'm yours, yes.

And I read the interview.

Not everything is on google.

Is that so?

So you're not a corporate video producer?

I still produce sometimes.

And the rest of the time?

Well, first of all, I own this restaurant.

Seriously?

That explains a lot.

Yes?

It's a restaurant in a cemetery.

That's got to mean something. "SHROUD" ON GRAVTECH.

I also co-own the cemetery.

Here I'm just demonstrating the product.

Does that make more sense?

The ambiance here means something,

I really don't know what.

Those creepy metal ninjas.

They're savannahs.

Savannahs?

What do you mean, funeral?

Yes.

I made them up.

Ever heard of the Shroud of Turin?

Your restaurant was 2,000 years ahead of your time.

Or 700.

But they're not real,

but mine are.

And the wife didn't object to this business?

You want the grim details?

The darkness doesn't scare me.

As the coffin with my wife's body was lowered into the ground,

I felt an overwhelming desire to be in the coffin with her.

So strong,

that I couldn't leave her there alone

and not know what's going to happen to her.

It wasn't idle curiosity, it wasn't a mystery.

It tormented me. It really did.

Have you considered cremation?

No.

She was Jewish.

And you don't?

No.

I am an Orthodox Christian from eastern Belarus.

Originally from somewhere in there.

I'm an atheist.

So, she was Jewish.

The Jews believe that the body decomposes slowly,

so that the soul possessed by him,

loving him,

hovering and not wanting to leave him,

who only saw the world through his eyes,

could slowly let him go,

to say goodbye and ascend to Paradise.

And your wife believed that?

She wanted to be buried nearby.

What about you?

There's room for me.

It could scare you off

your potential partner.

I don't think it would surprise you that she's buried here,

just around the corner.

You want to see the grave?

A Jewish cemetery?

Non-denominational.

Well, or for technology adepts.

Screens in tombstones.

That's nice.

Cute?

Yeah, in a third-world kind of way.

Oh, really?

I've noticed that in some countries it's common

to engrave pictures of family on headstones.

Tasteless, but cute.

They usually look terrible. They're grainy, they wear off over time.

These screens are your idea?

Yes.

Like digital frames,

that show slideshows?

Not really.

It's Becca.

It's true. There are two places.

She's waiting for you.

And how does the screen turn on?

I guess yours isn't working yet.

I want to see her.

Oh, really?

We need to open the Gravtech app.

It can be downloaded on the website.

This is where you control the screen.

Of course, it's all scripted.

Pun intended.

No one can see anyone else's screens, not even me.

It's a Shroud Chamber.

It's basically an enveloping chamber in the grave.

Operating as an X-ray, MRI and CT scanner

enveloping the body,

like a shroud.

Oh, my God, it's really her.

There's your wife's decomposing body.

Yeah. Classic wide-angle view.

They've updated the app, and now there's a high-resolution zoom.

You'll be the first to see him.

New resolution, larger viewing area.

We've been working on this for a long time.

You can rotate this 3D image

all sorts of things.

You see?

I can see what's happening to her.

I'm in there with her.

I am bound to her body as I was when she was alive.

and more.

That's happiness.

And a wave of grief

has finally receded. I can breathe.

Karsh.

You're a nice, interesting man,

just like our mutual friend said.

But... are you serious?

I'll have a smoke, is that okay?

Yes.

DUBLIN

REYKJAVIK.

ISLAND

BUDAPEST

I HOPE THIS INTIMATE FOOTAGE IS A COMFORT TO YOU.

IN THE DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL BEFORE MEETING GOD

Another bad date?

And this one was repulsed by its bleakness.

It takes practice.

I haven't seduced a woman in decades.

I don't realize when I'm flirting myself.

It's payback for a successful marriage.

I don't have that problem.

Should I give up this quest

and walk away with the dignity of asexuality?

You can't replace Becca.

I'm not trying to.

I loved her body.

And shamelessly pointed out our resemblance to her.

You have her body.

I have my body.

You're really doing this?

You cut dogs?

I love dogs.

Yeah, but you're a veterinarian.

No.

Operating isn't love?

The business side has always made me nervous.

Now I make them beautiful,

and the owners are grateful to me.

And what is beautiful it's best not to argue.

There are those.

I'm chasing them away.

Speaking of surgeries.

Why by the way?

Well, I told you.

Uh-huh.

Your sister.

Oh, I see.

You said your sister was being murdered your sister was being murdered.

And you called me paranoid.

I even kicked him out of the room,

when the doctors came by.

With you, it was impossible to ask them anything.

You've been acting hostile.

I hated them.

They knew.

Of course you are.

They knew I'd figured out their plot.

Physician's Conspiracy.

Uh-huh.

You're the one who told me about Soviet doctors.

Stalin was always suspicious of the Jews.

So he got rid of the Jewish doctors.

Called them murderers and traitors,

said they killed Soviet heroes,

taking advantage of their weak condition.

This plot is much more realistic.

Remind me.

They were bending Becca over

to an experimental treatment the details of which were withheld.

Dangerous and possibly illegal.

Like a guinea pig.

A lab rat.

How is that more realistic?

I believe that.

I brought my laptop.

I don't want to watch.

You know my attitude.

It scares me what you're doing.

What I'm doing?

Peeping on a corpse.

And he built a business on it.

Watching my sister rot in her grave.

I saw something there.

I'll take your word for it.

But I don't know what.

What do you mean?

Look, I got it close.

It's weird.

Maybe you'll understand.

Why would I do that?

You know the bodies and you know the doctors.

All right. Uh-huh.

Where to look?

A full review of Becky's body.

I'm going to turn around

and zoom in on the skull.

What's that?

Are we in my dead sister's skull?

Yes.

It's like an autopsy through a camera.

We're pathologists.

We have a stranger in front of us.

Is that how you reassure yourself?

Is this how you deal with grief?

You could do that.

So what is it?

Looks like a tracking device.

You're kidding.

What makes you say that?

I thought it was a growth,

a polyp or a lymph node,

which mineralized

and doesn't decompose with everything else.

They hide them in organic forms.

Everyone knows that.

They?

Doctors.

Who are in cahoots.

Yes, they are.

I was thinking,

maybe it's the effect of the shroud itself.

From radiation.

We don't have a sample to draw conclusions from.

Look, there's tons of them.

All bones.

Different shapes.

And they don't decompose. Solid.

It's a tracking device. I'm sure of it.

Created on purpose, while she was alive.

Her body was used as a factory.

That much?

Mesh network.

GPS locators, motion calibrators.

And why would they do that?

You tell me.

Apparently, they've been tracking you through her.

Through her body.

I guess you have two choices.

Dig it up and take a look.

It's great, huh?

Say hello.

Or dig up other corpses

and see to see if the gift wrapping created them.

anomalies.

Terry, why would anyone want to follow me?

Uh, yeah,

you're just a producer of corporate videos.

Terry.

Becca told me some things.

Maybe I made it up.

I was just playing a prank.

Terry.

I forgot what she said, really.

Hey, you! Hey!

Get away from the tulips! Are you crazy?

I DIDN'T CALL THE POLICE, THERE MIGHT BE PRESS THERE

DON'T GO THERE. WAITING FOR YOU AT THE FACTORY. GRAY FONER

What happened? I was there yesterday at lunchtime.

Apparently, someone came in after the restaurant closed.

At night or early morning - it was dark.

Where's the video from?

It's not surveillance footage.

He walked around with it in his hands.

The cameras have been turned off.

Someone unplugged it and took it away.

Where's this video from?

Got it this morning.

Restaurant workers have seen the devastation.

Asked if it was okay to call the police.

We can't. We don't need the publicity.

That's what I said.

So far it's quiet, the press hasn't gotten wind of it.

Close the restaurant

and all the entrances to the cemetery,

until I can assess the damage myself.

The in-laws won't like it.

Think of something.

A repair, a safety issue, whatever.

Wait.

That's not all.

What?

Call Maury.

Hi.

Got into Japanese culture.

I wanted to do something.

Change something.

You're selling your house.

Yes, it's for sale.

A brother in distress.

Still grieving?

It's only six years.

Mourning a marriage.

Divorce, it's like death.

Have you seen Terry lately?

Recently.

We weren't discussing you.

Naturally.

I'm dead to her.

I'm dead, and she's celebrating.

Okay, what's going on here?

It's essentially a replica of an observation station

at Gravtech Central.

The one you set for us.

I wanted to work from home.

I didn't put that one in.

You didn't like what I did at the factory?

Maury, that was included

of the apartment renovation.

I had to climb behind walls and under the floor.

I was exhausted and agreed.

Did you show them what I did at the factory?

Yes.

And it didn't bother you?

I was exhausted.

And now he's calling me.

Now I'm worried. Thank you.

Something strange is going on.

What's that?

These are not your typical family photos.

No.

Doesn't that depress you?

It's comforting. And you?

My sister-in-law's rotting body?

I don't know.

It's true.

She looks so much like Terry.

Yes.

It's like floating in outer space.

There is beauty in that.

So what?

What can I help you with?

Tough.

Clearly out of hate.

You've probably been there before.

No.

No? Why not?

I'd go right away.

I was afraid of what I'd see.

Did Becca get it too?

It's unclear from the video.

I think so.

The data is no longer coming in.

I've been getting data from Becky's grave. and a few others.

Uh, listen.

Some clients have given access to grave data

for research.

For that, I gave them a discount.

That data has been lost, too.

I don't have access.

These guys encrypted everything.

I assume all of the clients

have been denied access to their burial grounds.

They're asking for a ransom?

Whoever they were, they didn't ask for money.

What do they want?

Here's the question.

Did they trash the place?

Or is that a coincidence?

I have my suspicions,

but I don't want to embarrass you.

Oddly enough, I have access

to the Microscan--

we recently upgraded to 8K.

Up to 8K?

Without me?

Your repairmen do this kind of thing?

It was the others.

Is it possible,

that we just overloaded the system?

And if it's a hack,

can it be removed?

Work from here.

I'll order food.

So ask your Japanese.

They know the network.

It wasn't the Japanese, it was the Chinese.

From the firm with which

we designed and manufactured shrouds.

I wouldn't know,

in case they're involved.

Jewish?

Kneadlach broth.

A pastrami sandwich without pickles--

it's gonna be sour.

Off topic, but how are things going with Honey?

I don't know if she's helping me or if it's driving me crazy.

I can always

make her a koala if you want.

Just say the word.

Hey, hunny.

Hey, Karsh.

How's it going?

Maury offered to turn you into a koala.

Well,

if you want to,

I'm ready.

I don't think that's why you called me here.

You know it like the back of your hand.

No.

Make an appointment for me with the doctor.

You don't feel well?

No.

I want to talk to Dr. Eckler,

by an oncologist who was in charge

for Becky's treatment.

It's been four years.

Does he work there, too?

You know how to find him.

Privately.

I'm on it.

I've prepared materials on the Hungarian client,

don't forget to look.

I'll send a reminder.

Good night.

What is it this time?

Dr. Eckler needs a left breast.

How do you know?

Collar.

It's a collar.

He's calling me.

I thought breasts weren't necessary.

And if you need one, you need one.

He said he needed the left one.

Why?

Because she's my favorite?

Do they know that?

I don't think so.

I didn't know it myself.

She's a favorite,

because it's bigger than the right one?

I guess.

And friendlier, or something.

It seemed that way when we met.

They're both friendly now.

You're rambling again.

I'll be back today.

Or tomorrow morning.

Up to six.

I found signs of forced entry

on the lock screen.

Id.

Like what?

Couldn't resist showing off.

I searched for these symbols -

are runes,

referring to the Vikings.

To their funeral rites.

Makes sense, considering the servers are in Iceland.

In Iceland?

Yeah, in Reykjavik.

We've been communicating

with Icelandic environmentalists.

They wanted to create

Gravetech cemetery on the lava plateau.

Maybe it's a protest

against this initiative.

That would explain

hacker data theft,

but vandalism?

Is it related?

Accident or premeditation?

There was a problem with Dr. Eckler.

Is there a problem?

I think he's missing.

What does that mean?

Apparently he's gone to Reykjavik.

to the International Conference on chemotherapy.

Reykjavik again?

Again?

Is he in Iceland?

And he hasn't been in touch.

Everyone's worried.

Who's everybody?

Colleagues in the hospital.

His wife.

Find a coworker like that,

who treated Becca with Eckler.

Who's willing to meet.

Copy that.

You didn't assess the damage yourself?

We should have shut it down.

No press, no hype.

And I didn't want to be alone.

Called you.

I got it.

Hacking.

Did you get your network access back?

I'm stumped.

I hate to admit it...

You couldn't?

They're good, whoever they are.

We're locked out.

We await their next steps.

If there are any at all.

Foner thinks it's politics.

Cemetery War.

Thinks they're getting help from one of ours.

You're a skillful politician

and you can spin the city any way you want,

it's a piece of cake for you.

Yes?

Uh-huh.

Here's a sensitive political question for you:

you fucked my ex-wife?

Terry?

My ex, yes.

Your ex-sister-in-law.

Ex?

Becky's death made her an ex?

Well, I don't know the drill.

So what?

No, no way!

I'd understand.

She's single and attractive.

And a complete neurotic.

I know I do.

So, no?

Never?

Not even a thought?

Were.

The fleeting ones.

When I longed to feel that body again.

A familiar body,

the mother's body.

But not Terry.

And you were able to resist?

Maury.

One day, when Becca

was already on palliative care,

she laughed

and she said:

"Don't mess with my sister when I'm dead."

She said that?

Yes.

She said.

She knew.

So no, never.

It could be dangerous.

I think there's some broken wires.

Voltage is low.

But yeah, be careful.

It takes a whole team.

Large-scale excavation.

Authorizations from clients,

city services. I hate this.

They had sledgehammers with them,

picks,

probably cable cutters,

rubber gloves.

Doesn't sound like the hysteria of bigots.

You ever run into any of these?

Uh, sure.

We've been called techno-atheistic barbarians.

I don't think it's them.

Maybe eco-terrorists.

They like to wreck machinery.

Seriously?

Some are against any burials,

especially if it's into mother earth

burying equipment.

They're in favor of cremation, recycling.

We need to call the police, and fast.

First of all, it's a blow to reputation,

not a felony,

I need to calm down

of frightened customers.

You know,

I'm seeing something strange.

- Uh-huh? - Yeah.

If it's a violent pogrom,

he looks, uh.

- thoughtful. - Meaning?

Selective.

Look at the space

between desecrated graves.

It seems their targets were specific graves,

specific names, people.

Selective.

Maybe, I don't know.

Then Becca was also on the list.

Goals.

Yes.

It's not connecting.

But why?

If it's not about the environment,

what's the motive?

Intimidate you?

Families?

It's possible.

Classic detective.

What do all the dead have in common?

With Becca?

Yeah, with Becca.

They didn't go deep.

Yes.

I guess we won't have to touch the graves,

if it's like this everywhere.

Take a look at fiber optics.

Splitter marks.

I mean, in the middle of a riot

someone took the time to install it.

That is.

it's not a rampage.

They came for the data.

They downloaded Becca,

to take her away from you.

Karoi Szabo -

a man of more than just abomination,

he has his own vision,

that made Citadel Technologies

a leader in the automotive electronics industry in 32 countries around the world.

It's a step toward an environmentally conscious future.

Karoi Szabo began his journey in 1945.

He was born in Budapest, Hungary.

In 1956.

at the age of 11

Karoly escaped with his parents from Hungary,

emigrating to Canada.

In 1965.

he's 15 now,

he starts a small business

in the basement and is methodically rebuilding it

for the next 15 years.

Ð’ 1980

Sabo opens its first factory

and begins to expand

businesses across Canada.

Over the next 43 years.

he'll develop Citadel Technologies.

into the current international conglomerate.

I'm sure of it,

that the cultures of the two

different but beautiful countries--

Canada and Hungary -

nourished me

and inspired the creation

technologies are not just

electronic,

but neurological, organic,

humanistic.

I do,

that only with this approach

a decent future is possible.

I'm Soo-min Sabo.

Karsh, it's a pleasure.

My husband, Karoi, is dying.

He's Hungarian and he wants a funeral,

not cremation.

I understand.

Maybe. Or not.

We used to come here a lot.

He likes fatty foods,

especially Hungarian food.

I'm indulging him.

Actually.

I'll order him dinner.

right now.

This food will kill him,

but he's gonna die, one way or another.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

He told me about the cemeteries you suggested,

European.

He wants to completely

finance the Budapest

"Gravtech." His hometown,

in which he hopes to be buried.

Your lawyers have made that very clear. It's possible.

I started going blind at the age of 23.

I told Caroy I wouldn't see

these fancy ones of yours

tombstones with screens.

He laughed and joked

about touch screens.

He's not cruel, but the joke's on me.

can't help himself.

Actually, I wanted to discuss something with you.

It's being developed

unique sensor technology.

Tactile response

would be helpful and sighted,

to feel a sense of belonging,

not just an observer.

Or a voyeur.

I'm guessing that's what

the price will only go up, right?

Not without it, I'm afraid.

He asked me

to give you a question.

Yes?

He's beyond my comprehension,

so have the phone read it out,

and I'll write down an answer for Karoya.

Uh, sure.

Read the letter to Gravtech from Karoya.

Why so fast? I don't understand.

I'm sorry.

When I went blind,

hearing started working at hyperspeeds.

We're reading

in whole sentences,

not words. I'll slow down.

Read the letter to Gravtech.

from Karoya at normal speed.

My buddies in the government

Hungary says,

that they're concerned

that the Gravtech project in Budapest

could serve as a cover

for electronic surveillance

through the mesh network,

to be run by the GRU,

Russian military intelligence.

Is that possible?

Is that true? Of course it is,

I wouldn't want my body with this.

came in contact. I need assurances.

Do the Hungarians have reason to worry?

We got into it, didn't we?

- Into the shroud net. - Yes.

Unintended consequences, but yes.

And it can be used for monitoring?

Sort of.

Every cemetery

has its own network of savannahs,

providing data to the relatives of the deceased.

It receives commands from our application,

from there, the images are transmitted

to screens and phones.

If the cemetery system's been hacked,

it could be used for surveillance, right?

Unintended consequences, but yes.

And what's so traceable?

Well, whatever the relatives have

on your phone, for example.

You can see where they're going

- after the cemetery. - That's understandable.

You can find that out about the customers at the pharmacy.

What else?

An auxiliary node can be made.

If we're talking about Russian or Chinese hackers.

Or the Budapest cemetery.

That's how you connect

to our cemeteries around the world.

A network of networks from networks,

so to speak.

If it comes to that.

But what's it all for?

There are plenty of others nowadays

of international networks bigger than ours.

Why do they need a microcosm of dead people in shrouds?

I'll see what I can find out.

I need this client. He made a fortune

in the car business.

He has powerful friends.

His decomposing body must go to our cemetery.

What are you doing, Karsh?

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

in a shroud.

She felt nothing.

It's not for the living.

Probably not for the dead, either.

Maybe it was a mistake.

Vandalism has hit you hard.

Maybe they're right.

Maybe it's just politics.

Or the economy.

What do you mean?

Burying is a business.

You remember your plans

to take over the world?

Nonsense.

I'd like to bury myself.

I don't like it when you get discouraged.

I found something.

Someone.

It'll cheer you up.

Oh, come on.

Bone growth.

Is that normal?

The body's normal response to cancer.

For chemotherapy, radiation.

That's a serious load.

Your wife? In the grave?

Yes.

The resolution is impressive.

Shroud chamber, huh?

Yeah, that's our thing.

You and the Chinese company,

who helped design it?

"Shining Clos Technologies.

Yeah, how do you know?

Their website mentions "Gravtech."

as well as manufacturers of linear gas pedals,

that we have.

I've used their products

during your wife's radiation treatment.

What an unexpected connection.

Actually, that's your avatar

suggested that we do a preliminary study.

That's very thoughtful.

Hani, huh?

Yeah, she's thoughtful.

So

but the shape of these growths,

their location and number -

isn't that something unusual?

Cancer is quite resourceful.

We're constantly being confronted something new.

Couldn't these growths

To have a certain...

function?

A function?

Something good for cancer?

Something useful to people.

I don't quite understand. You mean

something that science can use

in cancer treatment? Is that what you mean?

I'm more about...

for political gain.

Or even military.

Strategic.

I don't know about that.

And I've never encountered such a thing.

I'd like to see the scans

of his wife when she was alive.

Because it seems to me these growths are postmortem.

In the grave.

Impossible.

When the bones die,

and the cancer dies.

And the pictures?

You don't remember if these anomalies were

back then?

It's been a few years.

I don't remember.

I remember her as a wonderful and strong-spirited patient.

A kind one.

Who keeps the pictures?

Dr. Eckler's.

He was her primary care physician.

I heard he disappeared somewhere in Iceland.

Exploring hot springs, by the looks of it.

He recently went through a difficult divorce.

Can you send these images in high resolution?

I want to take a look at these exostoses.

Their prevalence

and the structure is highly unusual,

I agree.

If I understand anything,

I'll get in touch through Honey.

Karsh.

What's that, Hani?

I've made up my mind,

that you need a furry.

It was Maury's idea, remember?

How do you know?

I'm watching you.

I know where you are.

At that hospital.

Uh-huh. And?

- Mystery message. - Go ahead.

Su-min Sabo would like to meet and discuss

information?

He says you'll know what it's all about.

Okay. Where and when?

I think she's staying at a hotel.

Said the house

turned into a hospital. Her husband...

I got it. Hani?

Yes, Karsh?

Let's get this koala out of here.

All right, Karsh.

It's easy.

It's cold without a coat.

Minute to minute.

Impressive.

I wanted to rest.

What can I say?

It's hard.

I can imagine.

You don't have to imagine.

You know.

You've been through it.

This information

you wanted to discuss?

No.

But, of course, I've looked into you.

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

What? Hani showed up

- in character. - Yeah.

Yeah, my assistant did.

But her voice

was the same.

Some people make jokes like that.

So.

information?

Yes.

What do we do with your cemetery,

given the paranoia

Hungarian authorities

on the subject of espionage?

Honestly,

there's no easy solution.

We're constantly confronted

with that reaction.

It involves

technology, religion,

money and politics.

A dangerous combination, to put it another way.

Can I touch your face?

Face?

Your face.

Touch.

Tactile feedback.

Well... okay.

The illness made Karoya sullen,

and that's what I miss the most.

Touch.

He doesn't concern me himself

and he doesn't want to,

for me to touch him.

Did you and Becca have the same thing?

Toward the end.

she had no immunity at all.

We were even afraid to kiss

due to opportunistic infections.

I couldn't hold her against me, not even to hug her:

the lymphoma made my bones

as fragile as cracked glass.

She could turn on her side

and break a rib.

Sex became impossible.

Sex became impossible.

Since then.

it's been four years.

Sex is impossible.

Can I touch your face again?

You were supposed to be back in the morning.

It took more time.

They found something.

What'd you find?

The ulna, left.

She collapsed.

My arm was just dangling

on the skin and muscles.

No.

His arm and left breast were cut off. All on one side.

It's hard to keep a balance.

I'm staggering.

But I'll learn.

I can handle it.

They're destroying you.

We can have sex.

Would you like that?

Or am I too crippled?

You still want me.

I do.

- What? - I'm scared.

Yes?

If I hug, will I break bones?

Give me a hug.

Honey!

It's broken.

Thigh.

I think...my hip broke.

No, no, no!

I can't move.

Everything's going to break.

Push the button.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

They'll be here soon.

They know what to do.

It's gonna be okay.

It's...it's going to be okay.

It's been a pleasure

to take away your pseudo-virginity.

Was it really that traumatic?

You've been making

strange noises.

I'm still in shock.

It was good.

It was strong.

I'm shaking.

Karsh.

I want to warn you.

Should I warn you?

Don't trust Hani.

What?

Don't trust your avatar. She's leaking information.

Does it leak?

I think there was a second glitch

before there was

a picture of a koala.

My boys have noticed

there's a strange code behind it.

A code? What does it mean?

That she is not

an independent AI system.

She's being controlled by someone.

Like a puppet.

What tantalizing thighs.

Hey, Karsh.

Need a hand?

Invite me to FaceTime?

I can do that.

I'll do it myself, Hani.

I want to be helpful and involved.

You get some sleep, you're looking a little worn out.

Hani's slutty.

That's not good.

Okay, boss.

I'll leave you alone.

I close my eyes.

These hills are burial grounds.

They're beautiful, I'll give you that.

I'm guessing originally Catholic.

Church ones, yes.

700 years.

And the church itself

Lutheran.

It's not an easy case.

Burial.

- Volcanoes, by the way. - Yeah?

I've been doing environmental research

of all active volcanoes,

including Iceland.

And while I was making the movie,

I inhaled

volcanic ash

and sulfur oxide.

I've ruined my health.

I realized it was a crappy case,

when he coughed up

the entire esophagus.

It literally fell out of his mouth

and fell to the floor.

Sulfur oxide

when mixed with saliva

turns into sulfuric acid.

And it's eating you from the inside out.

Want to come see the volcanoes?

Yeah, maybe.

I won't breathe it.

It's good for the diet:

you stop eating.

Only through an I.V.

Elvar,

I told you what happened

in my first cemetery in Toronto.

Yes.

I always tell this story first.

Just so you understand, this is not a joke to me.

I got it.

This story also shows

how important environmental issues are to me.

And our strange island.

That's right.

It also explains,

why I named the band

Volcanic Protest.

I've been thinking about it.

In your cemetery, the bodies are wrapped up

into toxic and radioactive shrouds.

И...

their poison penetrates

into the depths of the earth as we speak.

Our research says it's impossible.

Your research is a capitalist web of lies.

I warned the president

not to do business with you.

As you know,

cremation will be the only

an acceptable form of burial in the future.

And he agreed with us.

And you organized

the Gravtech debacle in Toronto, to prove a point?

That's the kind of action I approve of, but it's not us.

It couldn't have been a splinter radical of yours?

We're all radicals here.

We'd be proud to admit it,

but it's not us.

It's not someone from the island.

Karoi is obsessed with your shrouds,

Shroud chambers, on all the technology.

He wants to invest in both shrouds and cemeteries.

It's amazing.

He's worried, though.

because of the Chinese.

The plan?

They make shrouds, don't they?

Yes.

They invested in Gravtech and participated in their development.

A company called "Shining Clos Technologies.

They were the only ones interested.

We noticed.

My husband's worried,

that the Chinese government

Has a vested interest in the company. A desire to control.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Even though the contract says that they are independent of the state.

Those words are worthless.

Uh, sure.

What exactly is bothering you?

Computerized shrouds?

If they can be used to make weapons,

trust me, the PRC will figure out how.

You sound just like my--

like mine.

Hey, Terry!

Su-min.

This is Terry, my wife's sister.

With a dog. Hello, doggie!

Terry, it's Soo-min.

Hi.

Hello. What breed are you?

Hershey's not my dog.

He's a labradoodle,

is temporarily living with me.

I'm a dog groomer.

That's great.

The work must be marvelous.

Yeah, sometimes.

Some dogs are hard to deal with.

And the owners, too.

I understand.

I get in fights every day.

Not letting your dog off the leash?

No. Trill is not a pet.

She's a service dog.

She enjoys the company anyway.

I see.

All right, Hershey and I are gonna go for a run.

I'll see you later.

Come on, buddy.

Let's go.

Let's go.

So,

paranoid sister.

A paranoid sister.

Is your hip okay?

Uh-huh.

With the right humerus, too.

They wanted to remove his left clavicle as well.

Clavicula.

They break down because of the disease.

She's destroying them.

But I asked them to wait.

Stainless steel plates on both sides.

Steel screws

in places where there's still bone.

There should be

airport joke.

But of course I'm not going anywhere.

I'm definitely not going.

What did they do to your breasts?

Where is she?

Dr. Eckler's.

He's got his left arm, too.

Bones.

He said they would be helpful.

Not just medical waste.

He's using them.

For what?

For a presentation in Iceland.

They're special.

I'm glad to be involved.

Involved?

Dr. Eckler?

His project.

I feel so alive.

Those parts are still a part of me.

I can feel them.

I haven't lost them.

What's the project?

What is his presentation about?

There's something complicated going on.

Ask Jerry.

Jerry?

Jerry Eckler.

Dr. Eckler.

I'm awake.

Are you alive?

I don't know.

You came.

The elevator scares me.

I know. I guess I really wanted to come.

Maury told me about the new apartment.

He said to look.

Come in.

I thought you two weren't socializing.

He complained to me.

Well,

he's texting me.

Post-divorce harassment.

It's basically pushing.

I'm not answering.

Great view.

It's high, really.

I'm dizzy.

And quite...

in Japanese.

Like your new girlfriend.

The one you were in the park with.

She's Korean.

Half Korean, half French.

And she's not my girlfriend.

No?

She's beautiful and sexy.

Yes.

Well...

Sex?

What?

Did you have sex?

I'm sorry.

Uh, yeah.

I guess it's interesting.

It was helpful to me.

I do.

I haven't had anyone in a long time.

I know you've said many times.

I felt sexually attractive.

I was beginning to wonder.

Oh, come on.

Seriously.

Since Becky's death.

I was in a strange and heavy state.

And that brings us to...

To some sensitive subject?

I guess.

May I?

Come on.

I'm listening.

Jerry Eckler.

Creepy boyfriend.

Seriously?

That's what everyone thought.

Mom and dad.

Me, too.

Why would pretty Becca

getting involved with someone like him?

He was a professor.

Much older than her.

He'd be fired now.

An instructor seduced a student.

What was he driving?

The psychology of healing.

He really was the smartest man.

Everyone knew that.

He had to teach some stupid humanities course.

He loved medicine.

He was destined to become a great doctor.

I think she was looking for validation.

From a brilliant teacher.

Who loved her and only her.

He took her to concerts and operas.

She felt smart.

And then, in a strange way.

Weird?

Became her attending oncologist at Mount Sinai Hospital.

Yes.

It was weird.

Did it piss you off?

It's scary.

Jealous?

He was the first to know her body.

Fucked her when she was a kid.

She was 19.

She told me she barely noticed it.

That's what she told me, too.

It didn't help.

And then?

He took over her body when she was sick.

He was her doctor.

Well...

tell me about the body.

Bodies are where all your work is tied up.

I was living in Becky's body.

It was the only one I ever lived in.

Her body was...

The whole world.

The meaning and purpose of the world.

I don't know how else to explain it.

Becca was having an affair with Jerry Eckler.

during our marriage?

What?

Becca was having an affair

with Jerry Eckler during our marriage?

I heard they were reconnecting.

She was dating him,

when I was away on business.

Had a lovely lunch at United Bakers Dairy.

Mysteriously dined at Fat Pasha.

Not a word to me.

I've seen them a few times.

Already when Becca got sick.

Figured he was taking extra care of her.

because of a shared past.

Oh, yeah.

Remember our conversation about the doctors' conspiracy?

Yes.

What if Eckler was the conspirator?

Jerry Eckler?

Jerry Eckler

could work on something controversial,

practically unethical, which included Becca, her illness,

her treatment with her consent?

You know,

it's a perversion,

but everything you said,

I was excited.

I suppose.

Stirred.

Conceptually?

Intellectually? Conspiratorial?

I got excited.

I've always liked you.

I'll have you too.

Maury knows that.

That's why he wanted me to come here.

I'm alone.

With you.

It can't be.

He knew something was going to happen.

What's the dog doing?

A dog?

Your new girlfriend.

What he's doing,

while you two are fucking?

I'm putting down the towel,

she's laying on top of him.

And lying down.

But she can hear you?

Does it smell?

Does he see it?

I guess.

When I met you at the playground,

I was so jealous.

And I realized, we're gonna fuck.

Enough with the dogs, then.

You didn't see that coming?

What?

That my boobs are bigger than Becca's.

Was.

It surprised the guys who knew both of us.

You're thinking,

Is that what Maury wanted?

So I can fuck you?

He's still jealous.

Thinks you're his.

Yes.

He wanted his fear to come true.

And he could justify

all your stupid antics.

You know you can't trust him?

I hadn't thought of that.

Brothers in misfortune.

Uh, what's up,

do I look like Becca?

Wondering if I come like she does?

Did she moan the same way?

Do you realize you're fucking her?

Are you happy, Karsh?

I hope so.

I hope he's happy.

You can say.

You can tell me anything.

You can tell me,

if Becca really forbade you

fuck me.

Bitch!

Maury's a crackpot.

She didn't say that.

Saying.

I thought it was something

that we're not right for each other.

Was she right?

Take it to Mori Entreken.

Why'd you call, Maury?

- Decoding. - What?

Shroud-camera data

of damaged graves.

They were intercepted and encrypted,

and we've lost access to them.

You were waiting for a ransom demand.

It didn't come in.

It didn't come in.

You couldn't do it at my place?

I'd order you a pizza

and a Diet Coke.

You're making fun of me.

No, I'm expressing my affection.

That I know you and appreciate you.

I'll know.

Your house is as messy as possible.

Everything you're doing out there

on the Internet can be tracked.

I've moved the important stuff over here

and was able to decipher

some footage from the graves.

It wasn't easy.

Check it out.

The same growths that Becky has.

The desecration was not accidental.

I accessed the other graves as well.

Who weren't hurt.

I did the encryption, so it's a piece of cake.

See? Nothing.

Yes.

It's not an accident.

Not an accident.

They were destroying evidence,

under the guise of some Icelandic eco-activists.

You said they put splitters on nine graves.

Maybe they were looking

some evidence.

For blackmail.

Or for revenge.

To whom?

Who knows.

Somebody.

Evidence of what crime?

This is your domain, you're the body expert.

So, I've gathered the relatives of the nine deceased,

whose graves have been desecrated.

The socializing will take place in Zoom.

They didn't object to a general meeting?

No. They seemed comforted by the thought,

that they're not alone, that they've been victimized

of random attack.

That this is not a racist action

or something.

All right. You know,

I can't stand it.

Do you want me to be a koala?

I'll be fluffy and cute.

Maybe you need it.

No, I'll do without the koala.

How's that sound?

Jerry Eckler

kept everything

amputated limbs.

Do all doctors do this?

Fuck, Hani.

Or is he a special doctor?

What the fuck are you doing?

Should I ask him

to give these limbs to you?

Oh, and by the way,

nine deceased,

whose relatives are waiting for you,

were treated by guess who?

That's right. Dr. Jerry Eckler.

So what does all this mean?

He keeps their limbs with him, too?

I can find out,

if you want.

You ready to meet?

Bitch!

What's wrong?

Later. Right now, get in touch with Hanny.

And talk to the family, I can't.

All right. Just don't get killed out there.

Put it on autopilot.

Fucking Hani.

I'll get rid of her.

She's out of her mind.

Crawled into my head, my dreams, my life.

What the fuck?

This is a nightmare. Fucking Maury,

he's the one who came up with it.

I'm gonna kill him.

Maury!

Open up!

Maury!

I did it, I can't believe it.

What?

It's me and Maury.

I've become a conspirator myself.

You know,

I'm thinking about

to kill himself.

Well, a lot of people will breathe a sigh of relief.

Seriously, I can't.....

I can't go on without you.

I'm screwed.

Why are you being so dramatic? you've somehow survived six years without me.

I'm being forced

to reflect on...

suicide.

Forced?

Yes.

You and your new lover.

That idiot.

Who are you talking about?

About your ex-son-in-law.

Karshe?

Yes.

You've completely lost your mind.

No way.

I broke into his computer.

I know everything.

What do you mean?

His avatar, Hani.

It's me.

I tell him things,

he believes me.

And Hani tells me.

And that's me.

I think it's illegal.

You're gonna lose your license.

There's no license.

It's part of my job.

And my plan.

Sounds like a threat.

Yes, it's a threat.

I don't know who you're threatening.

You and Karsh.

Thanks to this thought...

I'm still alive.

I will destroy him.

His entire empire.

He doesn't have an empire.

I will destroy his inventions.

"Gravtech, Shroud Chamber.

All his cemeteries, unbuilt too.

There'll be nothing left,

if you don't leave him.

And you're not coming back to me!

Maury!

You're insane!

What are you gonna do?

I don't believe you're even capable.

You're the idiot here.

Worthless.

That's your problem.

A whiny, paranoid asshole.

You came up with it--

you're the one who took offense!

Well...

I already did.

What?

Vandals,

who trashed the cemetery.

So what?

Guess what.

Do you believe him?

Now you understand why I kicked him out.

Vandals?

Did he do it himself?

Or did you hire someone?

Hani?

Who's that?

My assistant, the AI avatar.

Maury customized it for me.

I give her everything.

Instructed.

Is there anything on the computer about us?

No, it's not.

A message saying I'll be there in an hour.

Stuff like that.

But to a paranoid person with a fantasy....

That's enough, I guess.

But he's right, isn't he?

About Us.

Yes.

Prav.

Guys say the damage

seven of the nine shrouds.

Here are two of them.

They suggest exhuming the others,

wrap it up and reconnect it right in the cemetery.

Without making too much noise.

Administration, as usual, is on me.

I didn't realize the damage was so severe.

I didn't realize.

As it is.

So.

Becca?

Yes, Becca.

Do you want to see her?

- No. - Present?

I'm not going to stop people from working.

Any other relatives?

I'll contact them.

They'll want to talk to you,

be prepared.

I think some people would say no

from the shrouds.

They'll leave their loved ones alone.

What about you?

Reconnect Becca.

For me and for Gravtech.

Thanks for letting me see it.

Impressive.

I'm sorry I'm not buying you lunch.

I had to close down temporarily.

It's okay, my colleagues are waiting for me at the hospital.

You intrigue me.

Found something weird, huh?

Yes.

So, uh.

In front of you is footage from the video,

that you sent.

You can see it clearly here.

You see these appliance-like growths?

You were right to think they weren't real.

Look at what my coworkers,

fanatics in radiology,

are doing in this video.

What am I looking at?

You see a detailed

an animation of someone hiding

something in your wife's bones.

Colleagues got to the truth.

They're not real.

Not organically created

your shroud

or cancer.

It was created by a genius, I'm not afraid to say.

Not in one day.

He made sure to match the picture of the shroud,

no matter how you rotate and zoom in and out.

A lot of work has been done.

Any thoughts on why someone would want to do that?

I have no idea.

I see you're exhuming some bodies.

You can do an autopsy.

This is not an easy political question.

Funeral business

very much like a medical doctor.

Karsh, don't get into the rush.

You're an asshole, Maury.

Yeah, you're right.

I have a temper,

a passionate man. What can I say?

And a goat.

Look, I've added

navigation route

your Tesla.

It's called Maury.

It's original, huh?

Have him take you to my place.

What? Fuck you.

Why are you covered in blood?

What's going on?

It's a stress response.

Look, Karsh, I made a mistake. I'm sorry.

He screwed up big time, and we have to pay for it.

We who?

You, me, Terry, the family.

What mistake?

I hired the Russians.

Fucking hell, Maury.

You're a fucking schizophrenic

and trashed my cemetery.

I think...

we're going to the police.

No, no, let the car take you to my place.

Or follow the navigator yourself.

You won't regret it, I swear.

Fucking bitch!

Leave your phone in the car.

Seriously?

What is this place?

It's just a forest.

Just what you need.

Tell me about the Russians.

Just some hackers I know.

They needed the money,

I hired them to break in

your cemetery.

И? What's the mistake?

That you hired the Russians?

Yes.

Because of the Chinese, as it turns out.

What the fuck are you talking about?

The Chinese have decided, I'm sabotaging

their cause for the Russians.

They're looking for me.

The Chinese think I'm a puppet of the Russians.

Their business?

What business?

What business?

Don't play dumb.

What business?

Savannahs.

"Shining Clos Technologies. You know.

I don't know.

No? They like your business.

It's a way for them to establish

a secret surveillance system in the west.

Through cemeteries.

Have you ever wondered why they're investing in Gravtech?

Not because you're a great salesman, trust me.

Bones?

Skeletons?

Through them.

Eventually they will become part of

of everyone living in the world.

Only the dead ones so far.

The growths on your bones fake, your handiwork.

Who told you that?

Wait.

Let me think about it. Chinese?

It's possible.

Ha! Yeah.

Dr. Zhao.

You know Becky's radiologist?

He's famous in the hacker world.

He knows how to talk.

And you believed it?

He sounded convincing.

Uh, sure.

Behind it is the intellectual and computer power

"Shining Clos Technologies.

What?

Dr. Rory Zhao--

an employee of Shining Clos.

And of course, the Chinese government...

It can't be.

It can.

And Dr. Eckler?

The Chinese paid him big time for -

I hate to say it - experiments

on some of the patients.

Becca.

Under Zhao's leadership.

No wonder Eckler left the country.

I drew a target on myself.

How do you know they're looking for you?

What do they want?

Oh, my God. What?!

I was kidnapped and tortured.

They want me to become a mole

and undermined the Russian operation,

I agreed, but there's no surgery!

It's just...

fucking coincidence!

I don't know what to do!

We'll have to flee the country.

Where to?

Iceland, I guess.

Eckler's?

I have nothing to talk to him about.

Unless: "Hey, we fucked sisters.

Are we bros now?"

Maury's sick.

Crazy.

I didn't believe a word of it.

But who cut off the fingers?

He lost them in labor class,

when I was making the feeder. You didn't notice?

No.

He knows how to hide them.

Embarrassed.

Sometimes it shows

finger trick

at children's parties.

If he's drunk.

That's crazy.

Fingers cut off by the Yakuza.

They're Japanese, not Chinese.

Well,

our Maury is an inclusive conspiracy theorist.

He's also easily confused.

So it's all a fairy tale.

And he faked these growths on Becky's bones.

One hundred percent.

A question about sex.

Favorite topic.

Conspiracy turns you on.

Sort of.

And Maury has a knack for concocting conspiracy theories.

Why did I leave him?

Uh-huh.

He's a complete idiot.

We open tomorrow.

Everything is as good as new.

You wouldn't think it.

Old acquaintances fixed it.

Old acquaintances?

Technicians or gravediggers?

Both.

Gravtech Special Victims Unit.

Maury was in it.

He wasn't crazy then.

Is all the machinery working again?

I have to.

Maury gave us the net back.

Idiot.

Hopes the Chinese will leave her alone

and get back to developing

of his tracking system.

I think someone was visiting her.

What are you talking about?

See also.

Your half was being dug up.

Even though you're standing in front of me.

Shit, it's true.

Maybe...

what the fuck?

You didn't know? How come?

I'll talk to the guys.

We should have dug up eight,

including Becca.

Could it be that one of them was mistakenly

buried here? It can't be.

Let's see what Becky's got.

What's going on?

The app switched

to the other screen.

The screen on my tombstone.

The guys screwed up the reconnection.

Who the hell is that?

It can't be.

What? What can't be?

Can't you see?

You don't recognize him?

Jerry Eckler.

Becky's creepy doctor.

Dr. Jerry Eckler.

JERRY ECLAIR, CHIEF ONCOLOGIST

What's up?

You eat like a little girl.

Do you want some?

You don't know him.

Becca knew I was in trouble,

so I didn't go into the room,

if he was there.

One day I ran into him and a group of interns.

Artist.

He's the kind of doctor who fancies himself a comedian.

I barely remembered him.

I have theories.

It's not him.

I don't believe there's anyone buried in there.

It's all computer graphics,

Maury wants to torture me.

Replaced me with Becky's lover.

Put him in my seat.

Asshole.

That's one theory.

What else?

My guys couldn't drag the body into the cemetery.

Where'd they get it from?

And why would Eckler be dead? Who shot him?

We know he's missing.

Maybe he didn't even make it to the conference in Iceland.

Maybe Maury made it up,

to hide something.

What?

Maybe...

Eclair has been removed

for being part of a Chinese conspiracy.

Worked with that radiologist.

Took money from the Russians.

Maybe Maury gave him up in exchange

for your miserable life.

To them?

- Someone. - Yeah.

Another theory.

Go ahead.

Bloody divorce.

Eckler's wife hired a hit man

and punished him for having an affair with Becca.

Buried next to her, giving her the middle finger.

Have you met his wife?

She's crazy enough to go to all that trouble?

It's possible.

Get it out of there.

Call your boys.

He's either there or he's not.

Like Schrodinger's cat.

You can't just dig it up.

Permission required.

GPR.

Won't work on bodies in shrouds.

Id.

What then?

I'll find another grave.

Really? Just like that?

What about resting next to me?

I have a theory, too.

Go ahead.

I paid to have Eckler killed and buried here--

is revenge for me and Becca.

Let him lie next to her.

She betrayed me.

I don't need her anymore.

Fuck me soon,

until the excitement passes.

Are you sure this thing's gonna make it to Budapest?

My husband and I have flown this way many times.

With a stopover in Reykjavik.

I like it.

All your friends

will fly in for your funeral.

at Budapest's Gravtech.

Not all of my friends

there are airplanes.

I'll introduce you to them.

You're going to love Budapest.

I wouldn't be surprised,

if you move there someday.

I have a big and beautiful house.

Freeze.

Does the dog have to be quarantined too?

No.

Privileges.

It's a shame.

I'd like a couple weeks

to be your dog.

Honey, anytime.

Just say the word.

Tough.

It looks archly complicated.

You can't understand anything without knowing Hungarian.

Do you really think

that your ties to the government

will help me get a passport?

Oh, my God.

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

But I did.

On purpose.

What are you talking about?

You promised you'd be buried next to me.

In your beautiful gadget.

What about you?

Running away to another country.

But it's you, Becca.

You tucked Jerry Eckler in next to you.

There was no room for me.

It's not Becca.

Becca's dead, remember?

She can't do anything.

I was afraid to dig it up.

I was afraid.

Don't worry,

dear Karsh,

Becca understands.

You have me now.

And at the end of it.

we'll be together

at Gravtech in Budapest.

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