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Grief is rotting your teeth.

Ah.

I think I dozed off.

I was dreaming.

Grief is rotting your teeth.

Is that medically feasible?

The teeth do register emotion.

They react. Here's the proof.

Bone density's tanking.

Teeth are getting mobile as golf carts.

Not good.

So,

not exactly rotting.

Layman's terms.

Your wife was a beautiful woman.

Lovely person.

You still have her
dental records here, I guess.

X-rays of her mouth in your computer.

We still do.

Do you want JPEGs?

No, thanks.

Okay. But anytime.

If it helps.

So,

what do I do about the grief thing?

Dentally speaking.

So, your ex-husband is an architect?

We're still good friends.

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

We built it together.

And you've been divorced for?

Oh, 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.

Mm.

Dr. Hofstra, who kindly
engineered this blind date.

He thought our teeth were a good match.

Well, not so blind these days.

Google. I'm sure you saw photos.

I saw some of you.

And interviews.

You can still hide things from Google.

Really?

So, you're not a producer
of industrial videos?

I still do that from time to time.

And what do you do
in between the times?

Well, I own this restaurant for one thing.

Really?

Well, that's, uh, 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...

It's kind of a showcase for my business.

Does that say more?

Well, I think that the, um,
décor in here says something,

although I'm not sure what.

Those, uh, ominous,
metallic ninja things.

Those are the shrouds.

- Shrouds?
- You mean like burial shrouds?

Yes.

I invented them.

Have you heard of the Shroud of Turin?

I think it predates your restaurant

by about 2,000 years.

Mm, maybe 700 years.

But it's pretty definitely a fake.

My shrouds are not fakes.

And your wife, she was, uh,
okay with the cemetery business?

How dark are you willing to go?

I'm okay with dark.

When they lowered my dead wife

into the ground in her coffin.

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

It was so strong.

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

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

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

right here, pulling me.

Hard.

You never considered cremation?

No. She was Jewish.

- And you're not?
- No.

Some Belarusian
Eastern Orthodox thing.

Actually, I was born over there,
somewhere.

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

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 plot 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?

Nondenominational. Or, maybe
the religion of high tech,

so you notice.

And little screens
on all of the headstones.

- Cute.
- Cute?

- Well, sweet.
- In a Third World kind of way.

Really?

Yeah, in, 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-specked.

So, the screens, they were your idea?

Yes.

What, like those digital picture frames

that give you a slideshow?

Not exactly.

This is Becca.

Hm. A 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.

- Would you?
- Mm.

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.

Pun intended.

You can't enable anyone else's screens,

not even GraveTech.

What you're seeing is ShroudCam.

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

Or really, it's more like a,

X-ray, MRI, CT scan kind of thing

in the form of an embracing wrapper.

What they used to call a winding sheet.

My God, that's really her.

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

Yes. The classic wide-angle view.

But this newest upgrade of the app

now enables high-res zoom.

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

- Hm.
- Newer resolution.

Deeper penetration.
Something we've been working on

for a long time.

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

in any direction.

Hm.

Can you see?

I can see what's happening to her.

I'm in the grave with her.

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

only even more.

And it makes me happy.

It has drained away that fluid of grief

that was drowning me.

Killing me.

Oh, good, Karsh, um,

you're a lovely interesting man,

just like our mutual friend said but, um...

Really?

Would anybody mind if I, I smoked?

No.

What?

So...

Another bad date last night?

Was she put off by your desperation

like the last one?

I'm out of practice.

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

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

That's what you get for having had

a successful marriage.

I don't have that problem.

Should I give up trying to find a girlfriend,

or should I just sink gracefully
into terminal asexuality?

You'll never replace Becca.

I'm not trying to.

I did love that body.

Which you provocatively said
was a lot like mine.

You have her body.

I have my own body.

Is this really your life now?

- Dog grooming?
- I love dogs.

Yeah, but you're an actual veterinarian.

- Yeah.
- Can't you love dogs

through surgery?

The business side of things
was making me anxious.

Beyond anxious.

Now I just make dogs beautiful

and their owners thank me for it.

Never an argument
over what constitutes beautiful?

Well, the occasional asshole.

I banish them immediately.

Well...

Speaking of surgery...

- Were we?
- I mentioned it.

Okay, yeah?

Your sister...

Oh, that's what we're gonna talk about.

You used to say

that they were killing
your sister in the hospital.

And you used to say
that I was just paranoid.

In fact, you kicked me out of her room

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.
- Well, they knew it.

I'm sure they did.

They knew I was onto them
and 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,
mm, 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 weren't being upfront about.

Dangerous, and possibly illegal,
treatments.

Like she was a guinea pig for them.

A lab rat.

That's more realistic?

My version.

I brought my laptop.

I'm not looking at that screen.

You know how I feel about it.

You know what you do creeps me out.

- What I do?
- 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 you know doctors.

Okay.

What am I looking at?

Here's Becca's body in a 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 ShroudCam autopsy.

We're pathologists.
We don't even know who this is.

Is that how you've been dealing with it?

That's your grief strategy?

Well,

it's an approach.

So, what is that?

Looks like a tracking device.

You're kidding me.

Why would you say that?

I'm thinking it was a growth,

a polyp, or maybe a gland
that had mineralized over time

and so hadn't decayed
like everything else.

They use organic shapes.

To hide 'em. It's common knowledge.

They?

The doctors.

Oh.

The ones who plot.

Yeah. Them.

I've been thinking.

It could be an effect of the shroud itself.

Its 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 network,

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.

Dig up the other corpses
you've wrapped up.

See if that Christmas paper
produced any anomalies.

Terry

why would anyone want to track me?

Sure. Right.

You used to be the producer
of industrial videos.

- Terry...
- Look, Becca said things.

I'm sure she just made it up.
Playful, you know?

- Terry.
- I forget what she said, Kar.

Really. I do.

Hey, pup! Pup! Hey!
Get away from those tulips!

Are you crazy? Pup-pup-pup!

Come here!

Come here.

[phone clicks off

What happened? I was just there
for lunch yesterday.

- Must've happened after.
- After the restaurant closed.

Middle of the night,
early morning, whatever.

It was dark.

Where did that video come from?

It's not a security camera.
It's walking among the wreckage.

- Video camera's disabled.
- Somebody, or somebodies, did it

and took it.

When did you get the video?

It was waiting for me
this morning.

Restaurant workers
confirmed the damage.

They 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. No press alert yet.

We have to shut down the restaurant

and close all access to the cemetery

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

Might be pushback from the mourners.

Find a way to make it
be all right. Repairs. Safety.

Improvements. Whatever.

Wait. There's more.

What?

You're gonna need Maury.

Hey.

Wow.

You really went all the way
with the Japanese thing.

I needed to do something.

Become somebody else, I guess.

You sold the matrimonial house.

It's on the market as we speak.

My brother in sorrow.

Still for you?

It's only been six years.

Mourning your marriage.

A divorce that felt like a death.

Have you seen Terry lately?

Lately, yeah. We didn't talk about you.

Of course not.

A death for her too.

My death, which she celebrates.

Anyway,

what are we seeing here?

It basically replicates
our monitoring station

at GraveTech 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.

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

- Yeah.
- And you weren't 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-I-I don't know.

I-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, so some real hatred there.

I assume you've seen it in the flesh.

- No.
- No? Really?

How could you stay away?

I was afraid to look.

Did they get Becca's grave?

- I couldn't tell from the video.
- I think they did... toppled it.

I can't get a feed from it anymore.

I was getting constant feeds
from 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 of my clients

are locked out of their grave sites too.

Uh, ransom?

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

So, what do they want is 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 bias you.

I connect it anecdotally,
though, with MacroScan.

Our recent upgrade to 8K resolution.

8K? You did that without me?

What? Your home renovation guys
do that?

Some other guys.

Is that possible?

Could it just be a, a
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 were Chinese. It's the firm
that collaborated with me

on designing and manufacturing
the shrouds.

And who knows?
They might be implicated.

You like deli, right?

Um, matzo ball soup.

Pastrami on rye, but no, um, pickles.

It's too much acid.

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

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.

You just let me know.

Hey, Hunny.

Hey, Karsh. What's up?

Maury just offered to turn you
into a koala bear.

Well,

if that's what you want, I'm ready to go.

But is that really why
you summoned me?

Hm. 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. Eckler.

The oncologist who oversaw
Becca's cancer treatment.

- Oh, it's been four years.
- Is he still around?

You know where to find him.

It needs to be private and confidential.

I'm on it now. But don't forget
to review the materials

I prepared for you
on the Hungarian client.

I'll send you a reminder.

Night, night.

What is it this time?

Dr. Eckler needs the left breast.

How do you know?

The collar.

They should call it "the caller."

It calls me.

I thought he didn't need the breast.

Either one. Right or left.

He says they need the left breast.

Why? Because it's my favourite?

Do they know that?

- Hm.
- I don't think they know that.

I don't think I knew that.

Is it your favourite 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?

They-they couldn't help a bit of boasting.

I searched these symbols,
which are all runic,

and they all allude to Vikings,
burial and Viking funerals.

Which makes sense since
the servers are all in Iceland.

- Iceland?
- Yeah.

The capital, Reykjavik.

We have been in touch with
an environmental group

in Iceland.

There's interest there in establishing

a GraveTech cemetery
in one of their lava fields.

Could be a protest against that initiative.

Well, that might explain the,
the encryption hostage-taking,

but the, but the vandalism...

Separate thing?

Coordinated or coincidence?

There's a problem with Dr. Eckler.

A problem?

He seems to be missing.

What can that possibly mean?

He apparently went to Reykjavik

for an international
chemotherapy conference.

Reykjavik. Again.

- Again?
- He's in Iceland?

And now nobody
can get in touch with him.

Everybody's worried.

Who's everybody?

His colleagues at the hospital. His wife.

Find me a worried colleague

who worked on Becca's case with Eckler.

Somebody who will talk to me.

On it now.

You still haven't put your naked eyeballs

- on the damage yet?
- We needed to shutter it first.

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

And I wanted company.

You're it.

Okay, I'm it.

- The hack.
- Do we have our network back?

I'm stumped. I hate to admit it, but...

- Can't get in?
- They're really good.

Whoever they are.
We're categorically locked out.

Have to wait for their next move.

If there even is a next move.

Foner thinks it's a political thing.

Graveyard politics.

She thinks maybe
they hired somebody here.

Well, you're a pretty good politician

when it comes to manipulating the city,

so it should be duck soup for you.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

And let me ask you a
politically sensitive question.

Have you fucked my ex-wife?

Wha...? Terry?

My ex-wife, yeah. Your ex-sister-in-law.

She's an ex?

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

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

But, did you?

No! Not even close.

I mean, I-I'd understand if you did.

You know, she's single and attractive.

And she's catastrophically neurotic.

Yeah, tell me about it.

So, no? Never?

I mean, like, it

never even occurred to you?

It occurred. For a flash.

When I was desperate
to have that body again.

You know, the Gelernt body,
the mother's body.

But, no. Not Terry.

You could just resist?

Maury...

When Becca was deep into palliative,

she laughed once and she said to me,

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

She said that?

Yes.

She did. She knew.

So, no. Never.

This could be dangerous.

I-I think I see sparking cables over there.

Low voltage. But, yeah, careful.

We're gonna need
the whole crew back here.

Some major digging.

Permissions from clients,
oy, city bureaucrats.

I hate it.

They brought sledgehammers
and pickaxes.

Maybe cable cutters.

Worn rubber gloves.

It's not spontaneous religious nuts.

You get those, right?

Oh, yeah.

We've been called
techno-atheist infidels.

But, doesn't feel like that. No.

Could be the eco-terrorists.

- They love destroying technology.
- Really?

Some groups are against all burial,

especially the injection of technology

into the bosom of Mother Earth.

They want cremation. Recycling.

You need to involve the police,
tout de suite.

Right now, it's a publicity problem,

not a criminal one and I've got
some very nervous clients

on the hook right now.

But you know,

I see something odd.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

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

- Orderly.
- Meaning?

Targeted.

Look at all the spaces
between the vandalized graves.

I think they were after specific graves,

specific names, people.

Targeted.

Maybe. Don't know.

Then Becca's would have been
one of them.

A target.

Yeah.

Nothing. Can't get anything.

But why?

If it's not the environmentalist thing,

then what's the motive? Intimidation?

Of you? Of the families?

Maybe it's a classic detection puzzle.

What connects the dead?
What links them?

- To Becca?
- Yeah.

To Becca.

They didn't go deep.

No. I don't think we'll have to
disturb the graves themselves

if they're all like this.

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

So, amidst the frenzy of carnage,

somebody took the time to tap it.

So,

not very frenzied.

Calmly looking for data.

Uploading Becca. All of her.

And taking her away from you.

Karoly Szabo's journey
began in 1945

when he was born in Budapest, Hungary.

In 1956, at the age of 11,

Karoly escapes Hungary with his parents

and emigrates to Canada.

In 1965, at the age of 19,

he starts a small business
in his basement

and steadily builds it up
over the next 15 years.

In 1980, Szabo opens his first factory

and begins to expand
his business across Canada.

Over the next 43 years

he expands Citadel Technologies into

the international conglomerate it is today.

I feel certain
that my cultural roots

in two disparate, wonderful countries,

Canada and Hungary,
have given me the bandwidth

to channel the vision of a technology

that is not just electric,

but neurological, organic, humanistic.

I believe this is the only approach

that can guarantee the world
a liveable future.

- I'm Soo-min Szabo.
- Karsh. So nice to meet you.

My husband, Karoly, 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 grease.

The Hungarian grease.

I indulge him.

We're going to pick up
an order for him just about now

as a matter of fact.

It will probably kill him.

But

he's going to die anyway.

So sorry to hear that.

Of course.

He educated me
on your proposed cemeteries.

The European ones.

He wants to totally finance
GraveTech Budapest.

Where he's from, of course.
And hopefully be buried there.

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

I started going blind when I was 23.

I told Karoly I wouldn't be able to see

those fabulous headstone screens
that you make.

He laughed. He made a joke.

About touchscreens.

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 a voyeur, so to speak.
- Hm.

I guess it would make it
even more expensive,

wouldn't it?

Inevitably, I'm afraid.

There was a question
he asked me to convey to you.

Yes?

Um, it's not something that I understand,

so I would like my phone
to read you the question

and I can record your answer for Karoly.

Your phone?

Read GraveTech letter from Karoly.

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

Oh. I'm sorry, my bad.

When you're blind,
your ears go into hyperdrive.

Like when you read,
you absorb entire sentences,

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

Read GraveTech letter from Karoly

at normal speed.

My friends
in the government of Hungary

tell me there is concern

that the proposed
GraveTech cemetery in Budapest

could be used as an integral part

of an electronic intelligence
surveillance mesh network

controlled by Russia's GRU,
namely military intelligence.

Is this really possible?
Could this be true?

Obviously, that's not something

I would want my body to be part of.

I need reassurance.

Are the Hungarians right to be worried?

Hmm.

We've played with that,
haven't we? The shroud mesh?

Yeah. Unintended consequences,
but yeah.

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

Well, sort of. Each of our cemeteries

will mesh its shrouds
into a kind of network

that's designed to service
all its mourners

receiving viewing instructions
from the GraveTech app,

serving images to screens and phones.

So, if that cemetery network is hacked,

it can be used for surveillance, correct?

Unintended consequences, but yeah.

So, what would be surveilled?

Well, everything on every
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 of a drugstore.

And, for the entrée?

It could become a satellite node.

If it's Russian and Chinese hacks

we're talking about.

- Our modest 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 our little global village

of the shrouded dead?

I can start probing right away.

I want this client.

He made a fortune
in the auto parts business.

And he has influential friends.
I want his rotting body

in our cemetery.

What are you doing, Karsh?

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

To be shrouded.

Hm. 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?

Burying the dead is a big deal.

What about your plans
for world domination?

Delusional.

I just need to bury myself.

I hate it when you go
into depressive mode.

I found something.

Well,

somebody that ought to
perk you right up.

Oh, yeah?

- Bone growths.
- Garden variety?

Common reaction of the body
to the cancer,

to the chemo, to the radiation.
It's a brutal regime.

Your wife? In her grave?

Yes.

Resolution on these is impressive.

- ShroudCam you call it?
- Yeah, our thing.

And by our, are you including
the Chinese company

that helped you develop it?
Shining Cloth Technologies?

Yes. How did you know that?

They have GraveTech listed
on their website.

Along with the manufacturers
of some of the radiation devices

we use here in the hospital.

I'm sure I used Shining Cloth Technology

when I was giving your wife
her radiation treatment.

Well, that's a provocative connection.

Actually, your avatar suggested
I do some preliminary research

when she got in touch with me.

Very resourceful. Hunny, is it?

Yes, Hunny is very resourceful.

So, the shape of these growths,

their placement,
their number - 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 treatments?

Something like that?

I was thinking more of

politically useful.

Maybe even militarily, strategically.

Really not my territory.

Certainly nothing I've ever come across.

Perhaps I need to see the scans
you did of my wife

when she was still alive.

Because I think these so-called growths

developed after she died, in her grave.

That's not possible.

Once the bones are dead,
the cancer's dead.

And the scans.

Do you recall seeing these anomalies

when you did your scans
when she was alive?

That was some years ago.

Can't recall.

I remember she was
a lovely, stoic patient.

Very kind.

- And the keeper of the scans?
- That'd be Dr. Eckler's files.

He was her chief oncologist.

He seems to have disappeared
into the wilds of Iceland.

Exploring the hot springs if I know him.

He just went through a horrific divorce.

- Huh?
- Listen:

can you send high-res versions
of your images?

I want to study those bone extrusions

at your resolution. They are

unusual in their very regular
distribution and structure.

I'll admit to that.

And if I can find anything to tell you,

I promise I'll get in touch with Hunny.

Hey, Karsh.

What's going on, Hunny?

Hm, I thought
you needed some cozy furriness.

It was Maury's idea, remember?

- Why did you think that?
- Tracking you.

Know where you are.

Sad hospital.

Yeah, right. So?

- Got a strange one.
- Great.

Soo-min Szabo wants to meet you
to discuss... Research?

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

Yeah, okay. Where and when?

Seems she's staying in a hotel.

Told me her house
has become a hospital.

- Her husband...
- Yeah, got it. So, Hunny?

Yes, Karsh?

Let's kill the koala bear routine, okay?

Sure thing, Karsh. Easy-peasy.

Hoo!

Chilly without my fur coat.

Right on time. Impressive.

I needed room service.

What can I say?

It's been so hard.

I can imagine.

You don't have to imagine.

You know.

You've been through it.

Ah.

Is that the research
you mentioned to Hunny?

No.

But, of course, I looked you up.

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

What? Hunny came to you as a...

Yes. My assistant saw her. It.

I mean, she sounded
exactly the same as last time.

Somebody's idea of a joke.

So, research?

Yes.

How do we deal with
the Hungarian government

and their spying paranoia
regarding GraveTech Budapest?

Honestly,

there's no easy fix.

We're running into this worry all the time.

It's always a mix of technology,
religion, money and politics.

A bad mix, in other words.

May I touch your face?

My...?

Your face.

Touch it, you know, haptic feedback.

Um...

Sure.

One of the things I miss most
since Karoly got sick.

And grumpy.

Touching.

He won't touch me now.

And resists

when I touch him.

Did that happen with you and Becca?

In the end, she had no immune system.

We were afraid even to kiss

because of possible
opportunistic infections.

We couldn't embrace, even hug,

because the lymphoma
invaded her bones

and made them fragile like brittle glass.

She would roll over in bed

and her rib would crack.

Wow.

So, no sex possible.

No sex possible.

Since then? Four years later?

No sex possible.

May I touch your face again?

You were supposed to come back
this morning.

It took longer than they thought.

They found something.

Found something?

The ulna.

The left one.

It had disintegrated.

My arm was just hanging
by the skin and muscle.

Oh, no.

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 chopping away at you.

We can still have sex, though.

Would you like that?

Am I too mutilated?

You still desire me?

I still do.

What?

I'm worried.

Yeah?

Will your bones break if I hold you?

Oh...

Hold me.

Oh! Oh! My hip! It's broken.

My hip, I th... I think

my, my hip just broke.

No, no, no!

Oh! I don't want to move.

Everything's gonna break.
Please pre... Press my MedCollar.

Oh!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

They'll come for me in no time.

They're, they're really good about this.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Everything is gonna be fine.

I really enjoyed taking your neo-virginity.

Was it that traumatic for you?

You made a lot of

unusual sounds.

I'm kind of still in shock.

Hm. It was that good?

It was potent.

- Hm.
- I'm still shaky.

Karsh...

A word of warning.

Warning?

Don't trust Hunny.

What?

Don't trust your avatar.

- She leaks.
- Leaks?

Apparently, she flickered for a moment

before her koala bear
incarnation stabilized.

My boys caught
some odd code behind her.

Code that suggested what?

She's not completely
an independent AI entity.

Someone is controlling her.

You know, a puppet.

You have delicious thighs.

Howdy, Karsh. Need some help?

FaceTime beckons? I can do it for you.

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

I need to feel useful and connected.

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

Wow.

Haggard Hunny.

Not a good thing.

Okay, big shot, you go it alone.

I'm gonna get some shut-eye.

Those mounds
are graves.

- Beautiful, can't deny it.
- Originally Catholic, I guess.

The church site, yes.

Not the church itself. It's Lutheran.

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 film and

breathing in volcanic ash and

sulphur 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!

Sulphur dioxide

quickly combines with your saliva

to become sulphuric 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

think I'm playing games.

- Understood.
- But it also lets you know

how committed I am
to matters of the environment.

And also our bizarre little island.

- Yes, it does.
- It also explains

why I call our group Volcano Protest.

- I wondered about that.
- The bodies in your cemetery

are wrapped in toxic radioactive shrouds.

And, uh, their poison
is leeching into your core land

as we speak.

Our studies showed
that that's not possible.

Your studies are capitalist lie structures.

I warned our president
not to do business with you.

As you know,

cremation is the only viable
form of burial going forward.

And he is coming around
to our point of view.

And did you also arrange to have.

GraveTech Toronto vandalized
just to make a point?

I approve the tactic but it wasn't us.

It wasn't, say, a rogue
offshoot of Volcano Protest?

We are all rogues here.

And we would happily claim it.

But,

it wasn't us.

It wasn't anyone from the island.

Karoly has become obsessed
with the idea of your shrouds.

ShroudCams, the whole technology.

He wants to invest in the shrouds,

as well as the cemeteries.

That's amazing.

He worries about the Chinese, though.

In what aspect?

They manufacture your shrouds,
don't they?

Yes, they've invested in GraveTech

and they were involved
in their design as well.

A company called
Shining Cloth Technologies.

No one else seemed 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?
Computerized burial shrouds?

If they can be weaponized, believe me,

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

Well, you're starting to sound
a lot like my...

Like, uh... Hi, Terry!

Soo-min, this is Terry, my sister-in-law.

With a dog. Hi, puppy!

- Terry, Soo-min.
- Hi.

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

Oh, Hershey's not really my dog.

Um, he's a Labradoodle
that I'm boarding at my house

for a couple of days. I'm a dog groomer.

That's so fantastic.

It must be very satisfying.

Yeah. Can be.

Some dogs are difficult.

Some dog owners, too.

Tell me about it.

I get into street clashes daily.

Hm.

Gonna let your dog off the leash in here?

No. Trill isn't a pet.

She's a working dog.

But I think she enjoys
the company here anyway.

Yeah. Okay, well, um,

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

See you later.

Come on, my friend.

Come on, let's go run. Come on, let's go.

So,

the paranoid sister-in-law.

The paranoid sister-in-law.

Hm.

They did your hip?

Yeah.

The right humerus too. See?

They wanted to do the left collarbone too.

The clavicle.

They're disintegrating
because of the disease.

It's eating away at them.

But I asked them to wait.

Stainless steel plates
on both sides of the bone.

Steel screws put in
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. Eckler 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. Eckler?

With his project.

It makes me feel so alive.

Those pieces,

they're still part of me.

I can still feel them.

I haven't lost them.

What's his project?

What's his presentation about?

Oh.

It's very complicated.

You'll have to ask Jerry.

- Jerry?
- Jerry Eckler.

Dr. Eckler.

Am I asleep?

Are you still alive?

I don't know.

Wow. You made it.

Elevators scare me.

I know. You must be
especially motivated.

Maury told me
about your new apartment.

Said I had to see it.

Come on in.

I thought you never spoke to Maury.

He complains about it.

Oh, well.

He texts me.

Post-divorce harassment.

Basically, a stalker. I don't answer.

Great view.

Too high up, though.

I get vertigo.

And very, uh,

very Japanese.

Like your new girlfriend.

The one in the park.

She's Korean.

Um, half Korean, half French.

I'm not sure if she's a girlfriend.

No?

So beautiful and so seductive.

Yes. So...

Sex?

What?

Are you having sex with her?

Wow!

Mm.

I'm sorry.

So, yes.

Must be interesting.

It's been good for me. Mm.

I'll bet.

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

I know.

You keep telling me.

Soo-min let me know
I was still sexually viable.

I wasn't sure I still was.

Come on.

Seriously.

I've been in a strange

dark place since Becca died.

And that takes us to?

Some more delicate things?

I think they are.

Can I?

Sure.

Hit me with your best shot.

Jerry Eckler.

Hm. The creepy boyfriend.

Really?

- That's what we all thought.
- My mom and dad.

And me.

Why would a beauty like Becca
go out with a guy like that?

- He was her professor.
- He was years older.

- These days he'd be fired.
- A teacher seducing a student?

And he taught?

Uh, the psychology of healing.

I mean, he really was a brilliant guy.

Everybody knew that.

It was some bullshit humanities course

he had to teach.

He was really in meds.

He was always gonna be
a brilliant doctor.

She seemed to need that validation.

Brilliant teacher loves me and only me.

He took her to concerts and operas,

made her feel like an intellectual.

And then, weirdly...

Weirdly?

Became the lead oncologist

overseeing her case
at Mount Sinai Hospital.

Yeah, that was weird.

Did you hate that?

I hated it so much.

Jealous?

He had her body before I did.

Fucked her when she was just a kid.

Nineteen.

She told me she hardly noticed that.

- She told me that too.
- Mm.

It didn't help.

And then?

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

So, tell me about this body thing.

You've made a career out of bodies.

I lived in Becca's body.

It was the only place I really lived.

Her body was...

The world.

The meaning
and the purpose of the world.

I don't think I can really explain it.

Wow.

Was Becca having an affair

with Jerry Eckler
when she was married to me?

What?

Was Becca having an affair
with Jerry Eckler

while she was married to me?

I hear she reconnected with him.
Would go out with him

when I was out of town on business.

You know, the cute lunches
at the United Baker's Dairy, uh,

the odd dinner at Fat Pasha,

and never telling me.

Uh, I did run into them a few times.

But it was after Becca was sick.

I thought he was just

taking extra care of her
because of their past.

Yeah, right.

You remember we talked about
the doctor's plot?

Yeah.

What if Eckler
was the doctor who plotted?

Jerry Eckler?

What if Jerry Eckler...

was working on something edgy,
borderline unethical,

that involved Becca
and her disease, her treatment?

With her consent.

Wow.

Listen, uh.

I know this sounds perverse, but, um

these things you're saying to me.

I find them exciting.

Oh. Well, I guess the...

They're exciting me.

- Conceptually? Intellectually?
- Conspiratorially?

They're making me hot.

Oh.

You know, I've always liked you.

Wow.

I al-I always liked, uh

Maury knows that.

That's why he wanted me to come here.

To be alone.

Here. With you.

No, that can't be.

He knew something would happen.

What does the dog do?

The dog?

Your new friend's dog.

What does it do
when the two of you are fucking?

Oh, we put down a towel
for her to lie down on.

She stays there.

She hears the two of you, though?

Smells you? Sees you?

I guess she does.

When I saw you in the dog park,

I immediately got jealous.
That's when I knew I'd fuck you.

Thank God for dogs then.

- Are you surprised about these?
- These?

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

Were.

That surprises some guys
who knew us both.

So you think...

Maury want...
really wanted this to happen?

Wanted me to fuck you?

Huh? I know he's still jealous.

He still thinks he owns you.

Yeah.

He wanted the bad thing to happen.

The thing that would validate all the

destructive crap that he does.

You know not to trust him, right?

Never occurred to me.

- Brothers in sorrow.
- Oh.

So, do I remind you of Becca?

Will you wonder if I

- I'll come...
- Oh!

The way that she did?

Did she make the same sounds?

Oh!

Are you pretending
that you're fucking her?

Does this make you happy, Karsh?

I hope it does.

- I really hope it does.
- Ah!

- You can tell me...
- You can tell me everything.

Oh! Like you can tell me...

if Becca really told you

to stay away from me after she died.

- Oh. Stop!
- Oh. Oh.

Maury has a big mouth.

Oh. She did say that?

- Yes, she did.
- Oh!

I took it to mean we wouldn't
be good for each other.

Oh. Oh.

Ah! Was she right?

Whoa.

Navigate to Maury Entrekin.

Why am I here, Maury?

- Decryption.
- Of?

The ShroudCam data
of 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-is monitored in real time.

I moved everything relevant here
and I managed to decrypt

some images from the, from the buried.

It was not easy.

Here, take a look.

They have the same nodules as Becca.

The desecration wasn't just random.

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

The non-vandalized.

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

Here.

See? They're clean.

So, yes. The nine were targeted.

Yeah. Targeted.

Trying to destroy evidence under the

the pretence of some Icelandic
environmentalist movement.

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

Maybe they were actually
looking for evidence.

To keep for themselves. For blackmail.

Or,

I guess, revenge.

Against?

Who knows?

Somebody.

And it's the evidence of what crime?

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

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

The nine whose graves
have been vandalized.

We'll go on Zoom and they'll all be there.

Were they resistant to the idea
of meeting me all together?

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 Eckler has been keeping

all the body parts
they've been amputating.

Do doctors normally do that?

- Fuck, Hunny.
- Is he a special kind of doctor?

What the fuck are you doing?

Should I ask him if you want to keep

those amputated body parts?

And by the way,

all nine of the buried
whose reps you're about to see

they were under the care of guess who?

That's right. Dr. Jerry Eckler.

What could that mean, I wonder?

Does he keep
some of their body parts, too?

I can check that out for you, if you like,

while you have your meeting.

Fuck!

- What happened?
- Later.

Right now, you need to connect
with Hunny.

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

Okay, all right, just don't crash your car.

- Put it on autopilot.
- Fucking Hunny.

I'm getting rid of her.
She's just gone fucking crazy.

She's in my head and my dreams,
my life. What the fuck?

What a disaster.

That fucking Maury.
He fucking invented her.

I'm gonna kill him.

Maury!

Open the fucking door!

Maury!

I can't believe I actually did this.

What?

This is me and Maury.

I'm finally a conspirator myself.

Now, listen, um, I was thinking

of killing myself.

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

No, seriously, I.

I can't.

I can't be without you anymore.

It's the end for me.

- You're such a drama queen.
- You managed to live without me

for six years.

I've been...

Provoked into-into-into thoughts of

of self-annihilation.

- Provoked?
- Yeah.

By you and-and-and-and-and
by your new lover,

that schmuck.

Who are you talking about?

Your former brother-in-law.

Karsh?

Yeah.

You're just looney tunes.

Never.

I live inside his computer.

I know everything.

What do you mean?

His avatar, Hunny?

She's me.

I tell him things; He believes me.

And he tells Hunny things.

And that's me.

Wow.

I think that's illegal.

I think you could lose your licence.

There is no licence

that covers what I do.

- And what I'm gonna do.
- That sounds like a threat.

Yeah, it is a threat.

Huh.

I'm not sure who you're threatening.

You and Karsh.

That's the thought that's,
that's, that's kept me alive.

I'm gonna bring him down.

- His whole empire.
- He doesn't have an empire.

I'm gonna bring down
his whole enterprise.

GraveTech, ShroudCam,

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

It's all coming down unless you

split with him. Unless you let me back in.

Maury!

This is nuts time!

What are you gonna do?

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

'cause you're the schmuck. The nebbish.

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 'em?

I'll let you guess.

Oh, God!

Whoa.

Do you believe him?

Now you know why I kicked him out.

But the vandals. What?

He did it himself?
He hired some guys to do it?

And Hunny? Who's that?

My personal assistant
artificial intelligence avatar

set up for me

by Maury.

I get her to do everything.

Did.

So, is there stuff about us
on the computer?

Not really.

Texts 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 is an us now.

Yeah.

There is an us.

Our guys
say there's been damage

to the shrouds
of seven of the nine graves.

These are two of them.

They propose digging the rest up,

re-wrapping, reconnecting
right at the cemetery.

Should be very discreet.

I'll handle City Hall, per usual.

I didn't think the damage went that deep.

I didn't see it.

Well, apparently.

So, Becca?

Becca, yes.

- Will you want to see her?
- No.

- Be there?
- No, no.

Not with those guys working away.

The other families?

I'm getting in touch.

They will want to talk to you,
so hang on to your hat.

I suspect some will opt
to forget about the shrouds.

Leave their loved ones in peace.

You?

We need to reconnect Becca, of course.

For me and for GraveTech.

Thanks for letting me see
your setup here. Impressive.

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

We had to close while we renovate.

No problem. I'm booked to eat
with some colleagues

back at the hospital.

I'm very intrigued
to know what you've found.

Something strange and bizarre,
you said?

Yes.

So...

You see these still images we captured

from the video you sent me?

Here's a good one.

You see these strange,
electronic-like bone growths

that you 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.

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 ShroudCam images

no matter how much
you rotated or enlarged them.

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

You have any idea
why they'd want to do that?

No.

I can't imagine.

Well, I see your workers
are retrieving some bodies.

You could conduct a special autopsy.

That would be... politically difficult.

The grave business

sounds a lot like the hospital business.

Karsh, don't crash.

Maury, you asshole!

I know, you're right.

I'm just a passionate, obsessive guy.

What can I say?

But yeah, an asshole.

Hey, listen, I-I programmed
a navigation destination

into your, into your Tesla.

It's called Maury. Original, huh?

Just let it drive you to me.

What? Fuck you!

And why are you bleeding?
What's going on?

Uh, I always bleed when I'm stressed.

Listen, Karsh, I made a...

A big mistake. I'm so sorry.

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

Who's we?

You, me, Terry. You know, the family.

What was the mistake?

I hired Russians.

- Fuck you, Maury.
- You're a paranoid schizophrenic

and you've trashed my cemetery.

I'm thinking NAV guide to the police!

No-no-no, just, just,

just have your car drive you to me.

Or at least follow the NAV route.

You'll thank me, I swear.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck!

Leave your phone in your car.

Really?

[phone clicks off

What is this place?

It's, it's nowhere. That's the point.

Tell me about the Russians.

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

They needed money, so I, I hired them

to hack your, your cemetery.

And so? What was the mistake?

That they were Russian?

Yeah. As it turns out,
because of the Chinese.

What the fuck are you talking about?

The Chinese thought I was
trying to sabotage their thing

on behalf of the Russians.

And n-n-now they're after me.

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

Their 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-they see it as a way
to establish a clandestine, uh,

surveillance network in the West.

Your cemeteries.

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

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

The bones? Skeletons?

That's how they do it.

Eventually, it'll be part of every healthy

living human being.
For now, just, just dead ones.

Those electronic bone nodes,
you faked them!

Who told you that?

Wait,

let me think.

Was he Chinese?

- Maybe.
- Ha! Yeah.

Dr. Zhao.

You know Becca's radiologist?

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

Smooth talker.

And you fell for it?

- It looked pretty convincing.
- Yeah, it should.

It would have had all the
computing and-and brainpower

of Shining Cloth Technologies behind it.

What?

Dr. Rory Zhao is a

is-is-is an operative for Shining Cloth.

Needless to say,
the Chinese government.

No way.

Way.

And Dr. Eckler?

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

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

on certain of his patients.

Becca. Fuck!

Under Zhao's guidance.

It's no accident
that Eckler left the country.

He-he-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, in the Russian operation

that hired me, and I said I would,

but there is no Russian operation!

Just a... Just a fucking coincidence.

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

Uh,

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

Where would you go?

Iceland, probably.

To join Eckler?

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

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

Does that make us brothers?"

Maury's insane.

A complete lunatic.

I didn't believe a thing he said.

But the missing fingers?

He lost them in shop class
in high school.

Making a birdhouse. You never noticed?

I never did.

Well, he's good at hiding them.

It embarrasses him.

Sometimes he does the, you know,

missing fingers trick
at kids' birthday parties.

If he's drunk enough.

It doesn't even make sense.

The fingers, it's a Yakuza thing.

Japanese, not Chinese.

Yeah, well, Maury's an
equal opportunity conspirator.

Plus, he gets confused very easily.

So, all delusional.

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

For sure.

Sex question.

Mm. My favourite.

Conspiracy excites you, sexually.

It seems to.

Maury is very inventive
when it comes to conspiracy.

So, how come I threw him out?

Yeah.

He's a complete schmuck.

We reopen tomorrow.

Looks perfect.

You'd never know.

Got my original guys
to put it back together.

Original guys?

Are they gravediggers or tech guys?

Both.

Special squad developed by GraveTech.

- Maury was involved.
- Mm.

He wasn't so crazy then.

All the tech's working again?

- Should be.
- Maury gave us our network back.

The schmuck.

He said he hoped the Chinese
would leave him alone

now that they can continue to develop

their devious surveillance techniques.

Hm.

I think she has a friend visiting her.

What? What do you mean?

Well, look.

Fresh digging on your side.

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

Fuck. You're right.

But maybe it's...

Fuck! What?

- What, you didn't know?
- How's that possible?

I'll 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.

Whoa. 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't you believe?

- Well, don't you see it?
- Don't you know who this is?

Jerry Eckler!

Becca's creepy doctor. Dr. Jerry Eckler!

So?

You eat like a little kid.

Mm.

Want some?

So you've never met him.

Becca knew it would bother me
so she arranged

for me not to be there
in her hospital room

when he was.

I ran into him once

when he came in with some interns.

A real performer.

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

I barely remember him.

Mm.

I have some theories.

It can't be him.

There can't be anyone buried there.

It has to be a special virtual creation

by Maury Entrekin
designed to torment me.

To have one of Becca's lovers
displace me?

To lie beside her instead of me?

- Asshole.
- That was one of my theories.

What else could it be?

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

And why would they have his body?

And why would Eckler even be dead?

I mean, shot in the head.

He does seem to have disappeared.

Maybe he never made it
to Iceland for that conference.

Maybe Maury made that up
to cover up something else.

What something?

Maybe...

Maybe Eckler was assassinated

for his part in the Chinese conspiracy.

Worked with that radiologist,
was taking money from Russia.

Maybe Maury gave him up to them

in exchange for his own miserable life.

To them?

Whoever.

Yeah.

I have another one.

Okay, go.

The vicious divorce.

Eckler's wife hired a hitman

to kill him because of
his affair with Becca.

Buried him with her
as an ironic fuck you.

You know Eckler's wife?

She would do something
that crazy, that complicated?

Never met her.

I guess you could just dig him up.

Call your boys.
He's either there or not there.

Like Schrodinger's cat.

You can't just go digging.

Major red tape.

Ground-penetrating radar?

Won't work on corpses
wrapped in our shrouds.

Okay. Then what?

I find somewhere else to get buried.

Really? You'd just give that up?

Lying with her for all eternity?

I have another theory for you.

Go.

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

for what he did to Becca.

I gave her to him to have her here

because she betrayed me with him

and I don't want her anymore.

Hmm.

I think you better fuck me.

Quick.

Before the buzz of that one wears off.

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

Karoly and I have made
this flight many times.

You make one stop at Reykjavik.

It's very nice.

All your friends will come visit you

when you're buried
at GraveTech Budapest.

My friends don't all have private planes.

Well, 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. Trill's special.

Too bad.

I was looking forward to being your dog

for a couple of weeks.

Darling, you can do that
whenever you want.

Just let me know.

[jet taking off

Soo-min,

this seems incredibly complicated.

Almost impossible
for a non-Hungarian speaker.

Do you really think
your government contacts

can get me
a legitimate Magyar passport?

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

But you did.

You wanted to hurt me.

No, no. What do you mean?

You promised to lie beside me
in the grave.

Your wonderful gadget of a grave,

but look at you.

Flying off to another country.

But it was you, Becca.

You got Jerry Eckler to lie beside you.

There was no place for me there.

It's not Becca. She's dead, remember?

She can't do anything.

I was afraid to dig him up.

I was afraid.

Don't worry, my darling, Kar.

Becca understands.

And you have me now.

And in the end,

we'll be together in GraveTech Budapest.