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(cars driving on a highway)

(cars driving on a highway)

(siren in the distance)

(beeping)

(He sighs)

(plane flying overhead)

(He groans.)

(door opening)

- Yes.

Yes.

Wonderful. I'll transfer you to booking.

Can I help you?

- Edward Porris.

I... I have an appointment.

- Porris.

Just have a seat.

(quiet, soothing ambient music playing)

- Hannah Geist?

- Excuse me?

- You look like a Hannah Geist.
I'd take you for a Hannah Geist.

- Oh. Yes.

- Well, most people are.

I'm here for Michael Felix.

Do you know he used
to torment his lovers

by packing his foreskin with spices
before intercourse?

I'm just lucky they got to him
before the execution. I'm real lucky.

(beep)
- I'll take this one.

Breathtaking.

I understand your fascination with her.

I understand completely.

She's perfect somehow, isn't she?

More than perfect.

More than human.

Her eyes seem to reach...

...right beneath your skin
and touch your organs.

And touch your stomach.

Your lungs.

Gives me the shivers.

As you can see,
we have several options available.

Each was acquired from Ms. Geist directly.

If I thought your interest
was only passing,

there are any number of low-end packages
I could offer. However,

you strike me as a man whose involvement
runs a little deeper than that.

I see you... as a man of taste.

A connoisseur.

If you'll permit me
to make a recommendation.

S-558.

Expensive...

but a must have
for the truly devoted.

Ms. Geist was afflicted
during her much-publicized

affair with Laura Law in 2003.

We purchased it from her soon after.

- S-558?

- Yes.

A form of the herpes
simplex virus.

After infection, the virus lives on
in the cells of its host

for the rest of their life.

- Did you know she's deformed?

You can't tell from the magazines.

She has to have
special underwear made.

Fashion designers make her
special underwear.

- I've heard that.

Do you have your credit card
with you, Mr. Porris?

Which side do you want it on?

- I haven't decided.

- Most people want it
on the left side.

If she kissed you,
it would be on the left side.

- If she kissed me?

- Ms. Geist is infected here,

to the right of her mouth.

Now, if she kissed you,

it'd spread to your left side,

around here.

On the left, it'd be like she gave it to you
in person.

- Oh. Yes, I'd like the left side.

- Lean back please.

Just a little pinch.

(Edward groans.)

There.

You should be showing
in a couple of weeks.

Enjoy.

- Are you carrying
any infectious materials with you,

or items belonging to The Lucas Clinic
Incorporated or its suppliers?

- No.

(beeping)

(W): Now, I thought a fungus was a plant
because it comes from vegetables, right?

So I told them this gives...
(knocking)

- Yeah, come in.
- Apparently I'm no biologist,

and some of our viewers
were quick to point that out.

- I wanted to ask
about the alarm test tomorrow.

- Well, there's nothing
I can do about it.

You know, I don't like it either,
but it's the law.

- No, I know. But, um...

...it's just that I'm sick right now,
and I need my sleep.

- Yeah. Okay, so, listen,

I'll tell you what we'll do about it.
Uh, we'll start at the top floor,

so we won't even get to you
until after 11.

It's the Aria Noble Ordeal.

Anyway, we'll, you know,
we'll just be in and out.

You can keep your bedroom shut.

- The question on everyone's mind is:
what is really going on with her?

(siren in the distance)

(shuddering)

(coughing)

(alarm bell ringing)

(alarm ringing continuously)

(beeping)

- We're talking to Mr. Dorian Lucas,

founder of the Lucas
Celebrity Services Clinic.

Mr. Lucas, how do you respond

to critics who say the disease
you're really selling

is a cultural one?
- That's ridiculous.

- Do you not agree
that the mania surrounding celebrity

is reaching an unhealthy level?
- No, I don't.

- So these people are really
so deserving of our attention?

In your opinion, does Aria Noble
deserve to be famous?

- Let me stop you right there.
Deserve to be famous?

What does it mean to deserve
to be famous?

Anyone who's famous
deserves to be famous.

Celebrity is not an accomplishment.
Not at all.

It's more like a collaboration
that we choose to take part in.

Celebrities are not people;
they're group hallucinations.

- Surely it's naive to imagine
that your clients think the same way.

- Really? Naive?
My clients are intelligent adults

from all walks of life, all ages,

and they find meaning
in all the stories around them.

They choose to come to me
because they want

to feel more connected to those faces,
to those people

that they see in the magazines
and on television.

And their lives are much richer for it.

The human face
is a powerful messenger.

Our brains are tuned
to its every nuance.

The smallest shift
in its musculature

can translate itself into complex
non-verbal information,

so subtle and communicated
so quickly that we often

don't even register it; not consciously.

One could say that for human beings
the face is a structure

with a high information resolution.
The ReadyFace console

is designed to engage
the user's unconscious mental resources

by exploiting the brain's sensitivity

to facial patterns.
Our technician loads a virus sample

into the port,
where it's analyzed by ReadyFace

and is translated
into a face graphic.

This image represents
the structure of the disease.

It is in a sense the face of the virus,
dense with information.

As Mr. March manipulates
the graphic,

the machine manipulates the virus
in the sample container,

eventually rendering it
non-contagious.

This advanced form
of copy protection

affords us control
over the distribution

of our products, as the virus cannot spread
beyond the infected client.

ReadyFace fluidly incorporates
our technician's

unconscious mental resources
so that copy protecting a sample

like this one will take hours
rather than days.

Hey, thanks for coming.

Lovely to see you.

Thank you.

Thanks for making the time.
Appreciate it.

- No, she has to have special
underwear made

because she doesn't have a vulva.
She was born without a vulva.

Her father used to make them
out of regular pairs,

which was an ordeal for her as a child,
but now she has fashion designers do it.

Anyway, that's what she meant
when she told Spot Magazine

that she doesn't have a face.
- Listen to what you're saying.

- Well, you asked me,
so I'm telling you.

- You're telling me
you've been working here too long.

You're seriously buying into all this.

- What's to buy into?
What I'm saying is factual.

- Factual. Yesterday,
her birth defect was a unique,

non-functional organ
connected to her urinary system.

It's worth millions
on the celebrity meat market.

- Yeah, also true.
- Well, I'm sure the kid

could shed some light
on the situation.

Didn't you take a genital wart sample
from Hannah Geist once?

- That was Derek.

- Well, did he mention
if she had a vulva?

We're doing lunch at Dainty Davis.

You coming'?
- I already ate.

- You look like shit.

- Hi, Michelle.
- Hey, Syd.

What can I get for you?
- 13, 644, 915.

- 915?

- The new Aria Noble flu.
We got it this morning.

(typing)

- So we did.

- Thank you.

Derek.

I understand your fascination with her.

I understand completely.

She's...
(He sighs.)

...perfect somehow, isn't she?

More than perfect.

An ideal.

Overwhelming.

With a whisper,
she could have...

anything she wanted.

Anyone she wanted.

I'm happy to inform you
that we have something special

available today.

It just came in this morning.

S-915.

You would be the first.

A biological communion
between you and Aria.

From her body to your body.

From her cells to your cells.

In my humble opinion...

...it's not even a question.

Just a little pinch.

The fever should come on
just in time for the long weekend.

Enjoy.

- Are you carrying
any infectious material with you,

or items belonging to The Lucas Clinic
Incorporated or its suppliers?

- No.

(beeping)

- Next.
Who's ne-- Okay.

Geist, okay, we--

Okay, what are we--

Like, we're talking like a roast
for two people?

This is good.

(scale beeping)

Hello, sir.
What can I getcha?

(scale beeping)

I've been trying to reach you.

- I was sick.

I think my body's starting
to turn on me, Arvid.

I don't know how much longer
I can do this.

- You'll be fine.

There's an ebb and flow
to this kind of work.

Give it a month

and you'll feel like a completely
different person.

- I already feel
like a different person.

I'm developing a cripple identity.

- I think you look great.
- Thanks.

I don't understand
how this isn't considered cannibalism.

- Well, these are just muscle cells.

It all depends on whether the human being
is found in its materials.

Right now the law tends towards
something more religious,

but we'll see what happens
when we go from growing celebrity cell steaks

to growing complete celebrity bodies.

- I'm looking forward to it.

- Yeah, well, with the proper funding,
I could probably make that happen.

Have you seen my cell garden?

- No.

- Something new
I've been cooking up.

So, do we have business?

- Yeah.

Yeah. I, uh...

I cracked the new Aria Noble flu.

- That's already public.
- What?

- Since Saturday.
You're behind the times.

- The clinic just got it last week.

- Well, somebody beat you to the punch.
- Who?

- One of my other guys.

- Arvid.

- Look, I'm not some bug-collecting hobbyist.

You want to get paid
for your work,

talk to me when you stop
getting scooped.

(men talking quietly nearby)

- What's going on?

- They arrested Derek.

- Villainy in our own house, Syd.
I simply cannot work under these conditions.

- Oh, like anyone will take you.

- I hear Vole & Tesser are hiring.
- Topp didn't even know

about Sara Holden's skin flap
until I told him last night.

- I'm sure the kid doesn't know
about Sara Holden's skin flap right now.

You're too good for skin flaps,
aren't you, Syd?

Skin flaps are beneath you.

- Is there anything else you need?
- No.

- Did you know that healthy tulips
have solid-colored petals?

The stripes on this flower
are caused by a viral infection.

(Syd): I had heard that, yes.

- Mm.

Okay.

It's a weird business, Syd.

Do you know Derek Lessing?

- Not well.

- Well, the police found
an unlicensed ReadyFace console

in his apartment today.

An older model, a 35-50.

They think he was undoing the copy protection
on some of our samples

and then selling the contagious viruses
to a piracy group.

- Jesus.

- That machine is registered to us.

I guess he must have smuggled it
out of the storeroom or something.

So I had Michelle run an inventory,

and she discovered that there was
a second machine that's gone missing.

Will you let me know
if you hear anything at all?

- Of course.

- I'm going to send you
on a house call today.

You're going to see Hannah Geist.

She's sick, she's at the Mayerson,
and she's eager to sell.

Now, normally,
I'd be sending Derek on this,

so be tactful if the subject comes up.

- Yes, sir.

(crowd buzzing)

- m.

Wait inside. They'll call you
when they're ready.

(piano music playing quietly)

- I didn't know
Vole & Tesser was here.

You do know the Hannah Geist line
is exclusive to Lucas.

- Sure. She's all you have
going for you.

- I hear she's worth more
than your entire catalogue.

- I've never really cared for her.

- Why are you here?

- Gregory Vern.

- A terminal illness?

- It's for Mr. Vole's personal collection.

He has a license.

- Lucas Clinic.

- Where's Derek?

- He called in sick.
My name is Syd March.

- Shh.

(door closing)

(door opening)
Tell Dorian we'll be in touch.

- She's perfect somehow,
isn't she?

More than perfect.

More than human.

Her eyes.

- Are... are you okay?

- Sorry-

Excuse me for a moment.

- Whoa, hey.
Whoa, what is wrong with you?

- I need to go.

Can you finish? Please?

(breathing heavily)

(He grunts.)

(His breathing slows.)

(knocking on door)

(loud knocking on door)

(traffic sounds outside)

(door handle jiggled)

(footsteps moving away)

(dog barking in the distance)

(siren in the distance)

(switch flicking)

Shit!

(TV): We tracked down
The Future of Smiles,

an office where we spoke
to a principal coordinator, Gregory Hurek.

Mr. Hurek refused to appear on...

(knocking)

- Oh, hey.

A couple of guys were here
looking for you.

Portland somebody?

I didn't get the other guy's name.
But, look,

he left you a number.

Here.

- Has anyone been
in the apartment?

- You know, they wanted me to let them in,
but it's against the law!

So, where were you?

- Um...

I was... asleep.
- Yeah, that's what I figured.

I know you've been sick.

Wow, I'll tell ya,
it's pretty shocking.

And now they're saying
it's a virus that she picked up in China?

But her family will not let them
autopsy the body

until they fly over a specialist
from Munich.

- Autopsy?

- Well, they want their own doctor.
They're German.

- Hey! You get in line.
(door chimes)

- Everyone listen carefully!
We're cutting our last tray

of Hannah Geist for the day!

If you get a ticket,
you can buy one three-ounce steak!

If you don't get a ticket,
you have to come back tomorrow!

- Is Arvid around'?
- Yeah, he's in the back.

- Are you aware they're still growing
the cancer cells

of a woman who died in the 1950s?
Henrietta Lacks.

Yeah, they use them for research,

so these cells of hers are alive

and multiplying
all over the world.

The afterlife is getting
extremely perverse.

- What happened to Hannah Geist?

- You don't know?

- I think I was asleep.
- You know,

she was sick for about a week.

Nothing serious.

Then this morning
one of her aides found her dead.

She was in China
looking at orphans,

but none of her entourage
are having any problems,

so they don't know what it is she had
or how it was communicated.

It's quite an ordeal for the family.

Mm, this all must feel...

a bit personal to you.

- How so?

- Well, you were one of the last people
to see her alive.

- Where'd you hear that?
- I have big ears.

I was hoping that's why
you came to see me.

- Sorry to disappoint.

- That's too bad,

because that virus would be the Holy Grail
while this heat lasts.

Is there any chance
you can get me a taste?

- I wish.

We can't hold deadly pathogens.

I'm sure the health board
already took everything.

- Yeah? What about you?
You look sick.

- I am sick.

Listen, my console's down.

You know anybody
with parts to spare?

- Maybe.

The anti-piracy lobby
is fairly insane right now,

so... everyone's paranoid.

- I need a new 80-box.
- I'll see what I can do.

Hey. Hey, hey!

Is it true they arrested Derek Lessing?

- Yeah.
- That's too bad.

He did some really good work for me.

Here, have some Hannah.

On the house.

(Dorian): There is less light
in the world now.

That much is certain.

A ray of light has been lost.

Hannah was a friend of this clinic,

and I'm proud to say
I knew her personally.

She was truly a sweet
and a humble soul.

Our prayers here at Lucas

are with her family and loved ones.

- So, what's your professional opinion?

- What?

- Well, you must have had
a good look at her.

We've got a pre-autopsy pool going
with the guys in accounting.

Mercer's playing it safe
and going with flu virus.

I'm thinking of taking a flyer
and going with food poisoning.

Do you think it might have been
food poisoning?

- I don't know.

- Of course, no one's saying drugs.
They'll never admit it if it is drugs.

- She didn't use drugs.

- Oh, you knew her well?

- She was a Buddhist from birth.
She couldn't even take painkillers

or she would have been beaten.

- I hear we'll be selling ringworm
from her dog Brom to fans with dogs.

Brom's getting a following.

Hey, Dorian turned your sample
over to the board this morning.

That's a bit exciting,

a little shop on the fringes
of a media frenzy.

- Can I have a 900 pack?

- What's a 900 pack?
- Hannah Geist variety pack.

Everybody's guzzling Geist today.

- And now everyone's talking about her -

oh, my gosh,
I don't even know if I can say it -

her anus! You heard that right.

Rumours of the young star's situation
have been spreading like a rash,

with news outlets as far as Japan,
Australia,

and even the Middle East scrambling

to get the poop on recent documents
leaked by the office of Aria's specialist.

Swedish media network SMT
has even offered a bounty

for photographic evidence
of the unusual condition,

and sources close to her say
the normally hard-partying celeb

hasn't been seen in public since.

- Well, that settles it!
I'm getting a camera!

- You would do that!
- The hunt is on.

Meanwhile, Hannah Geist's
former dog walker has opened up

in a recent interview
with our sister station.

Fifty-one-year-old Helen Pinto
was employed full time

at the now-shuttered estate,
and caused quite a stir earlier today

when she claimed to be holding
one of the star's used panty liners.

Pinto said she retrieved the liner
towards the end of Hannah's illness

and was in the process of having it
analyzed, with the results...

(Syd groaning)

- What's with the cane?

- I've been having a little trouble.

- I've gotta make a quick stop
before we get your part.

(subdued conversations)

- It must have happened overnight.
We found them like this in the morning.

- I've never seen anything like this before.

I mean, they were fine
when we shipped them.

- Obviously they weren't fine.
You sold me bad meat.

- Well, are your trays clean?
- Don't fuck with me, Arvid.

Don't you even fuck with me.
- Okay. I'm sorry, Luc.

- I can't serve this. They think
they're getting Hannah Geist out there

and I'm feeding them Ron Deggy.

- Okay. I'm gonna find out
what happened, and I'm gonna fix it.

- So, do I get to know
what's killing you?

- An antique Michael Felix bug
I sold the other day.

It was a mistake.

Apparently the copy-protection
on some of those old samples

got a little weird, but I didn't think
I'd get another chance.

- Sounds reckless.

- I'm just trying to keep things
interesting for myself.

(dark, atmospheric house music playing)

- For two?
- Is Levine around?

- Sure, he's in the back.
I'll let him know you're coming.

- You'll like Levine.
He's one of my best guys.

I just, uh, want to make sure
he's comfortable with all this.

Hang out here.

(girl): Is that you?

I've done everything you've asked!

I'm not strong enough to escape.

Please say something.

- Hannah.

- Oh, thank God you're here!

I'm so afraid.

I'll do anything you say.
Please, please just let me go.

Do you... do you want me to hurt myself?

I can't say no to you.

- Hello?
- What was that?

Please repeat yourself
so I can obey your command.

Do you want me to hurt myself?
Do you want to see my body?

Please, I'm so afraid.

Please.

Please.

Are you still there?
- All right, let's go.

- What is this thing?
- Oh.

- I can't take it anymore!

- It's part of a new franchise.
Levine has the only location in town.

- Just tell me what to do!
I'll do anything you say!

- It's catching on, though.

Come on.
- I'll do anything.

Please.

Please.

(faint music playing upstairs)

(He chuckles.)
- Levine.

- Syd March.

- It's always strange
to meet the competition.

So, uh...

Arvid here tells me that you actually
work at The Lucas Clinic?

- Yeah.

I think one of your friends is
a customer of mine.

- Really? Yeah, Vera brings me
bugs sometimes.

So, that's kinda cool, huh?
You're like an inside man.

I think I'd be too contemptuous
to play that game.

- Oh, yeah. Levine's too classy
to profit from such trash.

- I'm talking about politics.

I get that we're all rat men here, Arvid,
scavenging the bin.

But I like to think that my work
is purposefully gross, at least.

Allows me to hoard
a little dignity somewhere.

No of fence.

I don't even think
dignity's still valid currency.

- I appreciate you helping me out like this.

- Anything for a friend of Arvid's. Here.

(switch turned)
(machine whirring)

- Where'd you get this?

- I built it using old parts I co-opted
from a contact at Vole & Tesser.

I've been modifying it for years.

The resolution is somewhere between one
of the new ReadyFaces and a 7-86.

You, uh...

want to run your blood
through it right here?

- No. Thank you.

(switch turned)
- Yeah, that's fine.

So, I don't have your 80-box,
but I can get one within the week.

- Arvid said you had one.

- I thought I did. Turns out
none of my stuff is compatible.

- Levine's all right.

- Hey, I'm completely trustworthy, all right?

I already know the guy
who can dig one up for me.

As a sign of good faith, though, I would
like to get your payment out of the way

while you're here.
- My what?

- The sample.

- What sample?

- The sample. What the hell, Arvid?

- I told Levine you'd give us
a bit of that Hannah Geist bug

you've been carrying around.

- Arvid.

- Don't be a miser.

(Syd wheezing)

(coughing)

- Look at you.

You gonna faint?

I hope you're not taking this
too personally.

Well, I'll admit

I was a little insulted
when I found out

you weren't going to share with me.

Were you gonna shop it around?

Did you just want this one
all to yourself?

Okay.

Listen,

I understand these are
special circumstances.

You and I both recognize that.

When we're done here,
I'll find you a doctor

who will keep your situation low profile.

And then we'll get you fixed up...

and you can still work for me. All right?

Your clock is counting down
at a maniac pace.

You need a friend.

(Levine): All done?
- Almost.

I wouldn't mind grabbing a bit
of that rash for good measure.

- Now, I would love to do this properly

if you would just stop freaking out.

(grunting in pain)

(music playing very quietly)

- Coffee.

(door chimes)

- Do you mind?

Did you hear she died in her sleep
while her boyfriend was in the other room?

Then he got into bed

and slept beside her body
the whole night without knowing.

Can you imagine what an ordeal
it must have been when he found out?

- I have no idea.
(door chimes)

- Every night since I heard that,
I've been touching my wife

before I go to sleep
just to make sure she's still warm.

- Excuse me.

All right.

- What can I get you boys?
- I'll have the calamari.

- I'm fine.

- How about you?
- I'll have the calamari.

- Two calamaris.

- You're looking pretty sick.

- I'll live.

- Is that true?

I think you're a lot worse
than you're letting on.

I'm sorry, we're just waiting for a car.

My name's Portland, and this is West,

and we're taking you to meet someone.

- I'd rather not.

- Are you planning
on being difficult about it?

- No, I guess not.

- That would be for the best.

Don't look so worried.
You're a commodity.

This is it.

- Shortness of breath?

- No.

- Nausea?

- Yes.

- Ringing in your ears
or auditory hallucinations?

- No.

- No delusions of grandeur?

You know, towards the end
of my grandmother's life,

she imagined the entire world

was operating exclusively
with her in mind.

I was only a child at the time,
but I remember once

I got off the toilet,

and she asked me what I had
intended to communicate to her.

It was later discovered
she had a brain tumor.

I've been told that Hannah's illness...

can produce florid hallucinations.

Ah, there he is.

- I think that virus destroyed my console.

- The virus was designed

with a security measure
to prevent analysis.

It took a little effort, but I was
eventually able to bypass it.

- Designed?
- Yes.

I'm afraid you've become involved
in something sinister.

(door opening)

- Go inside and take a seat.

- Who are you?

- I'm Syd March.

We met at the Mayerson.

- Mm.

Yeah, Dev told me you were coming.

(She takes a deep breath.)

Have you started bleeding yet?

- Bleeding?

- From your mouth.

That's good.

I don't mind the sight of blood.
It just...

...collects in my throat at night
and I have suffocation dreams.

So I've mostly stopped sleeping.

(coughing)

It's terrifying, really,
when you think about it.

- The death is a cover story,

but she is dying for real,

and we still don't have a cure.

We have reason to believe
that her infection was

an assassination attempt,

and we felt this was the best
way to prevent a second attack.

This is all very unlucky for you,
but I'm hoping we can help each other.

The disease wasn't built from scratch.

It's a modification of something we sold
to your clinic three years ago.

We assume someone
at Lucas created this,

and if you can find out who,
it might be the first step

towards finding a cure for Hannah.

And for yourself, of course.

- She looks frail.

- She needs your help.

- I have a burned-out ReadyFace
at my apartment.

It might be useful
if I could get it working again.

- I'm sure we can find you
whatever you need.

- How do you feel?
- Tired.

- Is that all?

- I have a headache.

- Last night...

Hannah had a mild psychotic episode.

For one hour she insisted
that I was her late publicist,

Maynard Welsh.

This has been in some ways
an uncomfortable experience for me.

My interest in her, of course,
is more than professional.

Here. There's a company in Munich
where they make these.

They're skin grafts, grown from
celebrity skin cell samples.

This one here,

this one is Hannah.

You know, I'm not a spiritual man.

A belief in God, it's always struck me

as a sign of dangerous infantilism.

But you will forgive me if I tell you

that with each of these patches...

my world has become more charged.

That there is a power -

something in the thrall
of the collective eye -

that can be consumed
and appropriated.

You play the sceptic,
but I don't believe it.

Surely you could have stolen
Hannah's blood

without injecting yourself.
Why did you do it?

Maybe you feel what I feel.

Or maybe you're really
just another fan.

Well, now you share a death with her,

and that's a powerful bond.

- I don't want to die from this.

- Of course.

Ah... Here.

Two, three times daily.

- What are they?

- Antivirals.

They should help
slow the infection down.

- You're an absolute disgrace.
Where you been, bud?

- I was sick.
- Dorian's in a rage.

You're making Mercer
look good these days.

I had to pull a favor
to keep you from getting fired.

- Thank you.

- Well, I need someone non-responsive
to talk to,

and you're cheaper than my therapist.

You know, I've gotta say, it doesn't look
like your little vacation did you much good.

- Hi, Michelle.
- Hey, Mercer.

- Ask me if I'm looking forward

to Timothy Stanton's molluscum
this afternoon.

- Timothy Stanton is impotent.
- It's on his shoulder.

You can get molluscum anywhere.

I swear, he has an infection to sell
every time he gets a divorce. It's uncanny.

- He's holding a competition
through Spot Magazine.

The winner gets to infect him
with their next cold,

and they get a free sample
after he gets sick.

- Are you entering?
- No, I don't get colds.

- Catch you later.

- Welcome back.

(beep)

Anything else?

- I was wondering if you could
look something up for me.

- Yeah, sure thing.

- What is the recent sales history
for Hannah Geist sample S-888?

- How recent?
- Last two months.

- Uh, S-888 is the Bermuda flu,

which we phased out
when we got Paris Honeymoon,

so... it's been taken out once since April.

- By who?
- Um...

Derek Lessing.

- Thank you.

(register beeping)

- See you tomorrow.
- Yeah.

(door chimes)

(door closing)

(grunting with effort)

- I've got more of my blood here
if you want it.

(door closing)

- You kind of caught me off guard.

- What was Derek Lessing working on?

- Well, that's hard to say.

Derek was into some weird pathology.

- I thought he was one of your people.

- He hasn't sold me anything
for over a year.

Drop it. Drop it.
Drop it. Drop it.

I wanted to keep things civil with us,

but Levine can be hard to manage.

He's starting to get out of hand.

And that blood you gave him fried his rig.

None of those samples lasted
more than a day.

What is going on with you, man?

Whatever it is you're into...

it's attracting
a lot of dangerous attention.

So here's what.

I'm going to give this back to you,

and you're going to stay away from me.

I refuse to be pulled into a crazy mess.

(dog barking)

(muffled speaking
from another room)

(muffled shouting)

(door opening)

(man): Mr. Lessing?

Mr. Lessing? Is that you?

- Hey, what, you just getting home?

- I've been having some trouble at work.

- Did you catch any of the funeral?

The whole thing, yeah, it was live on 503.

- I must have missed it.
- Yeah.

It was a beautiful service.

But sad.

For someone like that to die so young.

She was an extraordinary woman.

And absolutely gorgeous.

I cried all the way through.

Oh, that man Portland,
he was here again.

He left you a package.

- Thank you.

- Insiders say she had a flu

for two weeks before passing away,

but they were totally unprepared
for the dramatic turn the illness took

just as it seemed she was recovering.

I spoke with the Geist family earlier,

and they were absolutely devastated
like any other family, really,

who have experienced
the loss of a daughter or a sister,

staying together and supporting
each other through this difficult time.

- Well, that's really just it, isn't it?

A death in the family will
affect anyone the same way,

whether you're the Geists
or the people next door.

And you can see that
in the outpouring of sympathy

- from her fans during the funeral.
- That's absolutely right.

And many of them feel
a personal connection to Hannah,

which I think says so much about
who she was before she got sick.

We spoke to one crying fan today

who told us her love for Hannah
actually saved her life.

She had all but given up on the world

after a spiral of depression
and drugs eventually...

(switch turned)

(machine whirring)

- Hello, Derek.

Great to see you again.

(groaning)

(breathing heavily)

(doctor): What else are you feeling?

(Syd): I can really feel it coming on now.

It's right in my cells.

I'm tired all the time.

I can't... move...

or think properly.

I'm only approximating myself.

- I passed on your findings
to an old colleague of mine, Agna Hahn.

She's a professor of biotechnological law
in California.

Now, she discovered that Vole & Tesser
had recently patented

a genetically modified virus.

It's quite likely the source
of Hannah's and your infection.

- A patent.

- Mm. What it means,
it's unclear to me.

But if they intended to kill her,

then why would they declare ownership
over the weapon?

(Hannah coughing)
- What are you doing here?

Hey. hey, hey, hey, hey. Oh.

(keys jangling)

(man): Hello, Syd.

How are you feeling?

I'm told you are at this moment
infected with the same virus

that killed Hannah Geist.
Is that true?

It's okay. We already know.

You have nothing to hide from us here.

This is an honest room.

You can share any thoughts
or feelings you might be having.

In fact, you are encouraged to share.

- Hey!

- There's no need to yell.
We can hear you clearly.

Okay, I'll share first.

Right now we are attempting
to capitalize on a unique opportunity.

Since her tragic passing,
many of Hannah's admirers

have experienced
what could be described as

an uncomfortable narrative gap
between her life and funeral.

How did she die, really?

What did the final hours
of her life look like?

History may have denied them
these moments,

but through you we have a window
into the past.

By documenting your deterioration
we can ease the suffering of millions

who have, through no fault
of their own, been left in the dark.

How do you feel right now?

Cooperate.

Cooperate.

I'm sorry.

I'm an innovator.

(groaning)

(camera click)

(camera click)

Bad dream?

I think sexual politics are involved also,

because of cell penetration by the virus.

The original host takes on
the role of the male,

and the newly infected is the female.

And then the infected changes gender
to infect others,

sort of the way the reef fish change gender.

It probably says something
about your customers.

Anyway, I just wanted to say I'm sorry
for the way you're being treated here.

If it had been up to me,

we would have taken
better care of you.

(Levine sighs.)
But you know

we've got to get this thing finished
and on the market while people still care,

otherwise there's no point.

Besides, you owe me for what you did
to my rig.

(Levine gasps.)

(Levine shouting)

(shouting)

- Ask us about the new Vole & Tesser
VT Rewards program,

now available at all
Vole & Tesser locations.

- Back off!

Hello, Ms. Tesser.

- Please, call me Mira.

I'm sorry I'm not there
to speak with you in person.

- I understand completely.

- I hear you've been causing problems
for our good friend Levine.

(She chuckles.)

He's such a brilliant little man, isn't he?

ls there any way I can convince you
to continue your collaboration?

- I'm afraid not.

- That's a shame.

We could make you excitingly famous.

- I'd like to tell you something
about your virus.

- Oh? And what would that be?

- The contract Hannah Geist
signed with Lucas...

prevents you
from selling her diseases, but a...

but a virus you built
and patented yourself

would remain your property
even if it passed through her body.

You could infect her,
recover the sample,

and then sell it
as a Vole & Tesser exclusive.

- Is that true?

- It's why you commissioned
the virus from Derek Lessing,

and why he infected her
during a house call.

- It's a great loophole, isn't it?

My idea, of course.

We stood to make a lot of money.

Unfortunately, there was a problem
with your friend Derek's build.

- I want to know
if it can be cured.

- I think so.

However, producing a cure
would be costly,

and as you acquired the virus
on your own,

we feel no responsibility
for your condition.

- I have something to barter.

She'll be here in the morning.

- We're not sure, but...

Well, this is certainly
a heartbreaking turn of events.

I mean, this really puts things
in perspective, doesn't it?

You know? Now, I would happily
do something if I could,

and the thought
of a collaboration between

Ms. Geist and our company is
very appealing. Unfortunately...

my specialist here has advised me
that she's too far gone to be saved.

- You'll be hearing from our lawyers.

- I think you'll find we've taken
the necessary precautions.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

(footsteps)
- You know...

while I was a guest at your clinic,

I... I had some time
to think things over.

I've been seeing a little more clearly
since then.

For example, I can see that...

this is an important moment.

I can see...

an opportunity here...

...even in the face
of such a devastating tragedy.

We... have a chance to innovate,

and to do it in a way

that will benefit you both.

The technology already exists...

...and I know where to find it.

Allow me to take a moment of your time.

- When I was a little girl,
my mother used to ask me,

"What do you want to be
when you grow up?"

And I would tell her,
"I don't want to grow up!

I want to stay young and beautiful!"

So I guess in a way
this is my childhood dream realized.

And I couldn't be more excited
to share it with you.

Welcome, everyone, to my Afterlife,

exclusively from Vole & Tesser.

- From the perspective of the virus,

the human being is irrelevant.

What matters is the system
that allows it to function.

Skin cells, nerve cells,

the right home for the right disease.

Within our Afterlife capsule,

the system that is Hannah Geist's body
has been perpetuated,

even expanded beyond
what existed during her lifetime.

Make no mistake, however.

This is not some glorified cell steak.

Everything inside this housing
is either part of the original body

or has been grown directly from it

as a result of our patented
CellGarden technology.

Our chief technician, Syd March,
is about to load

the latest virus into the system,

where it will infect Hannah's body
before being sold

as part of our Vole & Tesser
Afterlife product line.

Now, this is just a sneak peek.

If you want to know the nature
of the infection,

you'll have to wait
until it's announced officially

at our product conference
at the end of this month.

Thanks for coming by.

Thank you.
Thanks so much for your time.

Thanks for coming by.

We'll see you at the end
of the month. Okay.

(gas hissing)

- She's perfect somehow, isn't she?

Subtitling: CNST, Montreal

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