01x10 - Necrodrome

[bunniefuu]

[moaning]

I can honestly say I never thought I'd

be doing anything like this.

Stop wiggling around.

Oh, Barry.

I hope that was good for you because it's going to cost you.

I think I'm gonna love stakeouts.

Oh.

We want the client to hear that on playback.

Men these days have no idea how to treat a woman.

They could have at least sprung for a motel room.

No.

No motel, no receipt.

No receipt, no paper trail, which is why the wife

has me following him around.

[music playing]

[moaning]

[laughter]

You know, I was once caught in Flagrante

Delicto with a girlfriend of a Vegas mobster.

The mob popped me twice in the gut.

Having a hard time picturing you as a gangster.

When Bugsy caught me bumping uglies with his twist,

he went off the track, clipped me on the spot.

He had his boys dump me in a Vegas landfill

like I was yesterday's garbage.

He figured-- he figured I was down for the long third nap.

But the next night, I was back with his skirt,

ripped up with the perfect song.

Hey, wait a minute.

You need blood to heal.

There's lots of life in a dump, and beggars can't be choosers.

Oh.

Wow.

I hope she was worth it.

Love is always worth the risk.

Eternity's a long time to live with regret.

You ever consider writing greeting cards?

IVAN: Dad, I already did that.

BORIS: The muscle tone isn't nearly subtle enough.

What if his wife were to reach out and hold his hand?

All she would feel is his death.

Now apologize.

Sorry.

Not to me.

Mr. Swanson, apologies.

Now you may have to wait to pump.

BORIS: Let's give Mr. Swanson some privacy, shall we?

[music playing]

[gasping for air]

[THEME - TAMARA RHODES, "LIVE FOREVER"]

THEME SONG: I can't explain, these things of late.

And it burns in the night in the place where I keep my peace.

Yeah.

And I can't explain these strange things of late.

And when the darkness falls, I'll hear you call.

It goes on and on and on.

I say who wants to live forever?

Who wants to stop the sun?

Who wants to live forever?

It's you.

It's me.

It's in our blood.

Who will be my fantasy?

Who will be my ecstasy?

Who wants to live forever?

It's you.

It's me.

It's in our blood.

BORIS: Words cannot begin to express how terribly sorry

I am about this, Mrs. Swanson.

Rest assured, this has never happened before.

Diesel's funeral was supposed to be this afternoon.

BORIS: As soon as your husband is retrieved, I--

DARLENE: Retrieved?

He's not some bone for a doc to find, Mr. Olianov.

I'm going to the police.

BORIS: No one wants this sad final chapter

of Mr. Swanson's life to become public knowledge.

Ms. Nelson, thank you for coming so quickly.

Well, your message did say it was urgent.

Yes, very urgent.

Mrs. Swanson, this was the private detective

I was telling you about.

She will ensure that your husband is

found as quickly as possible.

You'll find my Diesel?

I'll do my best.

If you'll excuse me, I believe Mr. Olianov.

And I have some particulars to discuss about your case.

Thank you, Ms. Nelson.

You come highly recommended.

Dr. Mohadevan assures me I can expect results.

Well, in the future you might want to make sure

I'll actually take the case before you

start making promises.

And you can be discreet?

Yes?

This matter requires discretion above all else, and results.

Discretion and results.

Why don't you just start by telling me

what happened to the late Mr. Swanson?

He arrived two days ago.

Liver failure.

Jaundice wreaks havoc with the skin tone.

So he was scheduled for an overnight.

When I came in this morning to check

on the status of his embalming procedure, he was gone.

Was there any evidence of a break in?

That door was jimmied open.

He must have came and left that way.

Are you sure?

Ivan and I were in the front office

working on some paperwork.

We would have seen him go out the front.

Dr. Mohadevan also assures me that I can afford you

the courtesy of full disclosure.

And you haven't called the police because why?

There are aspects of this situation

that the authorities wouldn't necessarily comprehend.

[music playing]

This was taken by our security camera.

What is he doing?

[music playing]

I need that disk, and a very large retainer.

[sci-fi music]

Can you take a look at this?

What you doing?

There's something different about you.

I don't think so.

Same soap, same shampoo, same detergent.

Something more primal.

I changed my fabric softener.

You smell like death.

OK.

How is that even remotely a turn on?

Decays a common base not in most perfume.

Usually derived from Jasmine.

The fusion of attractive in a pulsive sense.

Create a sense of urgency, don't you think?

Not really.

Now watch, please.

HENRY: Who is that?

VICKI: Sweet Diesel Swanson.

Not exactly my type.

He was the heavyweight champion for about 10 minutes,

till the boxing commission found out he bet on himself.

HENRY: May investigate his death.

VICKI: Not exactly.

There.

What is that?

Is that some kind of voodoo?

HENRY: It's a form of necromancy,

particularly foul magic practiced on the dead.

From the looks of that mask, I'd say Egyptian.

What else do you have?

Well, the guy who broke in, I mean,

he knew the location of every one

of the surveillance cameras.

So he picked the door closest to the prep room.

Never shows his face.

He left no fingerprints.

He knows his way around this place.

[music playing]

Boris Olianov, a necromancer?

Impossible.

He hired you to find Mr. Swanson.

Well, unfortunately in my business,

client does not always equal innocent.

How long have you known him?

As long as I've worked here.

He's a most dedicated mortician.

A heinous crime has been committed against Mr. Swanson.

There's nothing worse than an Easter weekend.

I take it you don't mean the holiday with the bunnies

and the chocolate.

She's talking about a resurrection.

There's a code word for walking dead?

Well, many colleagues have had experiences that would

sound crazy to a layperson.

When I started, I would see things

out of the corner of my eye that I

chalked up to tricks of light.

Now I, uh, accept the supernatural as a fact of life.

Apparently a fact of death.

All right, thanks.

So if Boris Olianov didn't k*ll him,

perhaps a disgruntled employee.

Disgruntled employees take office supplies.

So where does that leave us?

Well why resurrect the dead?

Love?

His wife.

But maybe he arranged all this for himself.

Is that what you think?

VICKI: No.

I think it's a possibility.

He found out he had liver failure.

He couldn't face it, so he went out and found someone

who could resurrect him.

For the record, Swanson is reanimated.

I am resurrected.

There's a difference?

Diesel Swanson is still walking only

because of the dark magic to serve

the necromancer who raised him.

He has no freedom of will.

He has no life.

I maintain my personality, my intelligence, my wit.

Your humility.

My soul.

[music playing]

IVAN: This whole walking dead thing

must be pretty weird for you.

Pays the bills.

I've seen a lot of weird stuff.

I grew up here, you know?

Was that difficult for you?

No.

It's a pretty typical childhood actually,

except for all the dead bodies.

I used to hide under the caskets during the funerals

and pretend to drive the hearse.

Well, this whole place was like my playroom.

I-- I have to say, other kids thought it was--

was pretty cool, in a freak show kind of way.

When my grade seven teacher d*ed in a car accident,

they brought her body here and everyone wanted to see it.

Here I was having slumber parties.

Billy, my best friend at the time, we were pretty young,

he dared me and I dared him back.

And you know how that goes.

He pulled back the sheet and she sat straight up.

She wasn't dead?

IVAN: Oh.

She was dead.

Yeah, head on collision.

I could swear that she was looking right at me.

I thought my dad was gonna k*ll us.

Well, how about recently?

Have you noticed anything strange?

Dead body walking out is pretty strange.

What about disgruntled former employees

or dissatisfied customers?

No.

It's just my dad and I. And we've never had a dissatisfied

customer, until now.

[music playing]

[banging on door]

Hi.

I wonder if I could ask you a few questions?

DARLENE: If you don't mind, I'd like to get this done.

You moving?

To my sisters.

I have to.

No insurance.

Diesel tried hard, but he wasn't the best with money.

Do you mind if I ask you some questions about his activities

in the last few months?

DARLENE: If he wasn't here, he was at the dome.

It's a sports joint down on King.

Big screen TVs, big breasted waitresses, big everything.

He took a job as a host.

$600 a week, plus free food and booze to sit at the bar

and schmooze the paying customers.

It was embarrassing.

He was only 36 and he was acting like his career was over.

Yeah.

He was quite a boxer.

DARLENE: 46 and 1.

Every victory a knockout.

He deserved that championship belt.

I heard about the bet.

The commission decided to make an example of him

find him and lay down a 10 year ban.

Must have made him pretty angry.

DARLENE: He gave up.

I tried to tell him that his career wasn't over,

but he couldn't get over the guilt and the humiliation.

That's when he started drinking.

What does this have to do with someone stealing his body?

Nothing.

How about friends or family?

Is there anyone else who might have taken

his death particularly hard?

He treated them all in for bartenders

in the last few months.

You can tell me if you're not going to find him.

I'm not gonna make you any promises,

but I will do everything I can.

Thanks for your time.

[music playing]

No one ever could hover as well as you.

Hey.

You remember Diesel Swanson?

Diesel the boxer, yes.

Yeah.

His body was stolen from a mortuary a couple days ago.

The reason the police weren't called is?

This is where it gets a little tricky.

It was theft of a resurrection.

Reanimation.

He's walking around.

At first I thought maybe it was somebody who had something

against Swanson, and then I thought maybe

they had something against the funeral home.

I got to thinking and I wondered maybe this has happened before.

Maybe he's not the only one.

Well, if body snatching is the new joy riding,

I haven't heard anything about it.

Could you check?

What?

Body snatching? - Yeah.

Or grave robbers.

MIKE: Look, Vicki, I find out where

people go into the ground, not where they come out.

OK?

Call me when he starts eating brains.

He's eating brains.

Nice try.

His body was stolen.

Making it a case for major crimes.

And he's walking around.

And that is a Vegas act.

Look, Vicki, I have five active cases here.

OK?

I wish I could help you, but I can't.

All right.

If you find anything out, will you let me know?

If I find something, I promise you'll be the first to know.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

COREEN: The mask is a representation of Anubis.

Ah.

The Egyptian god of the dead.

According to the myth, he resurrected

Osiris from the dead.

My friends a security guard at the museum.

He lets me borrow reference material from time to time.

VICKI: You stole this.

COREEN: Borrowed.

Can't find everything on the internet.

Ah.

Now all I have to do is find an Egyptian necromancer operating

somewhere in the city.

I love my job.

Thanks for this.

Good work.

Clepto.

[music playing]

You could knock.

You could call.

You didn't seem all that interested in the case.

Because I didn't consider the well-being of Mr.

Swanson's corporeal husk to be an urgent priority.

Well, I gotta admit you seemed a bit flippant.

You're searching for a body.

I have absolutely no doubt that his soul is at peace.

Yeah.

I'm not so sure about that.

"Egyptian Funeral Rituals and Resurrection Mythology"

by William Carmichael.

Sounds exciting.

It's 300 pages of university grade doublespeak,

complete with footnotes.

He did have the courtesy to throw in a few photos.

Is there anything of value in it?

VICKI: Well, see, the Egyptians believed that the soul

was divided into seven parts.

HENRY: The wren is your name The secum, energy, the ack

is best described as your ghost, ca,

life force, ba, soul, chio, shadow, and the secu,

your physical remains.

Well, gee, you'd pass the pop quiz.

Spent a little bit of time in Egypt.

Yeah, I figured.

The important ones for us, though, are ba and secu, soul

and remains.

The ba was what was summoned back

into the secu during the resurrection ritual.

Because they believe that if the soul

didn't recognize its remains, it wouldn't return to it.

Hence, mummification of the corpse.

But what does that have to do with Swanson?

[yelling]

MAN: Welcome to the Necrodrome.

Ready?

Fight.

[yelling, punching, growling]

[music playing]

Hey.

Sup man?

Nothing like a body dump first thing in the morning, huh?

DETECTIVE: Don't be like that brother.

I mean, this is our bread and butter.

Ah.

Come on.

Trace evidence is completely spoiled.

We've got no witnesses.

There's never any way in with these.

Why you always got to look at the down side of it, man?

I mean here we are, you know out,

here in the fresh air, checking some fresh anatomy.

Never fails to amaze me how much you actually enjoy these.

Here, give me that.

That's my childhood, man.

Walking by vacant loss, checking for a--

any kind of corpse I could find.

Is this why you joined the force?

It's why every day's like Christmas, man,

except for the dead bodies.

And you're the normal part of my life.

This is great.

Dispatch said the, uh, body's been all beaten up.

Chest all cut apart.

MIKE: Yep.

It's a thoracic abdominal incision.

This guy's had an autopsy already.

DETECTIVE: Well, how do know it's not some, uh,

guy trying to play amateur pathologist?

Carl Blundell, the iron fist, local wrestler.

Yeah?

What made you think of him?

Guy d*ed of a brain aneurysm a couple of months ago.

Yo.

This dude is famous?

Oh, sh**t, Mitch.

Oh man.

You gotta get a picture of us, man.

Just playing, man.

You know, it's interesting, Vicki's working a body snatch

case involving a missing boxer.

Man.

That lady sure does get some weird cases.

Blundell is supposed to be six feet under.

What do you want to bet that Swanson and Blundell

were taken by the same guy?

Yeah.

But we're homicide not lost and found.

Two dead athletes in a month.

Two corpse is taken.

That doesn't raise any red flags for you?

Well, it don't add up to m*rder.

[music playing]

Hey, doc.

Hello.

Did you get anything on those names I fired over to you?

Carl Blundell d*ed of a brain aneurysm, Diesel Swanson

succumbed to liver failure.

So they both d*ed of natural causes?

Blundell definitely natural causes.

I can't be as certain with Swanson.

According to Swanson's toxicology report,

his blood contained high levels of paracetamol.

Oh.

It's a over-the-counter pain medication.

A high level of paracetamol can cause

irreversible liver failure.

The attending pathologist should have flagged it.

Are you saying that somebody poisoned him?

Or he poisoned himself.

- You were supposed to call me. - Yeah.

Swanson's not the only body that's

gone missing this morning.

I know, Carl Blundell.

Mohadevan called me.

Oh.

Things you girls talk about.

Look, Mike, you need to be careful.

This is not your usual body snatcher.

You know, maybe not, but one's a possible homicide.

Swanson may have been poisoned.

We have any suspects?

Maybe.

We both know the type of k*ller that prefers

poison as a m*rder w*apon.

No.

I don't think the wife's good for this.

Well, thank you very much.

I'll take that under advisement.

You know, this kind of connects our cases.

Oh yeah.

And you've been so helpful up till now.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

What do you got?

Actually, not much.

All I know was that Swanson was resurrected by a type

of Egyptian necromancy.

OK.

Uh, you got anything that I can actually use?

I'm not sure, but I think there's

a connection between his death and his abduction.

Right.

Well, you know what?

I'm gonna use good old fashioned reality

and see what the wife has to say.

What do you think about that, huh?

Knock yourself out.

I think I will.

As I told Detective Saluchi, some of his post-mortem

injuries are suspicious.

There is something in his throat.

On the surveillance tape, a necromancer put

something in Swanson's mouth.

Really?

Perhaps this is the evidence you seek.

[music playing]

MIKE: Before Mr. Swanson passed away, was he on any medication?

DARLENE: Not that I know of.

Was he taking aspirin or ibuprofen?

Any kind of painkillers?

Alcohol.

You're asking a lot of questions about a man

whose liver gave out.

Well, Mrs. Swanson, the coroner

found abnormal levels of paracetamol

in your husband's blood.

I'd say, uh, a headache medicine, or poison,

depending on the dosage.

You think I poisoned my husband?

For what?

The money?

I'm not blaming anyone of anything.

It's just that, uh, if these were hitting you,

or you found yourself not being able to take it anymore.

Should I be calling a lawyer?

You tell me.

Diesel was a good man who gave up on life.

And maybe somebody help him along.

If anyone poisoned him, it was those bastards at the dome

who fed him all that booze.

Why don't you go and arrest them?

MIKE: Hey? WILLIAM: Oh.

We're not open for another hour.

Detective Saluchi, Metro PD.

Mind if I ask you a few questions?

Ever see this guy hanging out here?

Yeah, Diesel. Yeah.

Yeah.

He works here, or he used to.

Nice guy.

He tipped you when his booze was comped.

So you guys must have talked a lot, huh?

If he wasn't talking to a fan, he wasn't really talking.

Ever see anybody that had a beef with him?

No.

Everybody loved him, and if they didn't, they

stayed out of his way.

Coroner found something suspicious during his autopsy.

So you know how it goes.

Well, uh, thanks for your time.

I didn't catch your name.

William Carmichael.

If you can think of anything else with Diesel,

I'd appreciate a call.

Sure thing.

MIKE: Oh.

One more thing.

Did you ever see a guy named, um, Carl

Blundell hanging around here?

No.

If he did, I didn't see him.

All right.

Thanks again.

[music playing]

Oh.

I think they might be the same on both sides.

Yeah.

It's Bennu bird.

COREEN: And that's Osiris.

VICKI: It's the ba.

What is that?

Diesel Swanson.

How do you know that?

Am I the only one in the room read the Rosetta Stone?

You gotta be kidding me.

God, I feel old.

VICKI: OK.

Bennu bird, Osiris, ba, Diesel Swanson.

I think this is a requisition form for a soul.

There would be rituals involved

in enchanting the tablet, but essentially yes.

But why does he snap the tablet in half?

Maybe the guy who wrote this can help.

He mentions a last chapter in the Book of the Dead.

Describes a resurrection ritual.

It involves a clay tablet.

He's the closest thing we've got an expert.

I think he may be more than that.

In the same magic, he describes in his thesis

as being practice to raise the dead.

I think William Carmichael might be our necromancer.

[music playing]

Anybody home?

I don't sense anyone.

Never a good sign.

[music playing]

[growling]

DIESEL: Stay away or I'll k*ll you two.

He can talk?

He can do a lot more than that.

[grunting]

[music playing]

Could really hear Swanson.

He's trapped in there.

Feel sorrier for the man if he didn't try to take my head off.

What are we looking for?

Anything.

[music playing]

Was that really necessary?

This from a man who spent a weekend in a Vegas dumpster?

[music playing]

What you found was code for some kind of internet site.

And here we go.

COREEN: What's a Necrodrome?

Necro Dead Drome Arena.

[sci-fi music]

Is this snuff film?

Technically they're already dead.

[yelling]

OK.

I've seen enough.

Excuse me.

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

Shall we see what's next?

Less than 24 hours till the next fight.

Man, I hate working a deadline.

Who you calling?

Hey, Mike.

It's me.

I got something for you.

Motive.

WILLIAM: No.

Screw your schedule.

I haven't had time to find another fighter yet.

Well Well, because I was busy stripping

the apartment of any evidence.

Because some cop was asking questions.

All right?

You know what?

You find yourself someone.

I'm busy.

Hey?

Hey, what are you waiting for?

Get in there.

Come on.

[music playing]

That's enough.

Where'd you get this?

Coreen dug up a thesis on Egyptian resurrection rituals.

We went to go talk to the author and found

Swanson's corpse guarding his apartment, and then I--

yeah.

- William Carmichael? - What?

You know him?

Swanson's favorite bartender.

OK.

So Blundell dies of natural causes

gives Carmichael the idea for Necrodrome,

when he needs a challenger.

So Carmichael slips Swanson a paracetamol soda.

He had ample opportunity.

Steals the body and sets up his next little cage match.

Yeah.

But take a look at this.

It's the countdown timer to the next match.

Carmichael's promising another fight, which

means he needs another fighter.

Yeah.

All right.

I'm gonna set an APB out on Carmichael

and, uh, I'll see what our tech guys

can find out on this website. - OK.

Henry and I will--

You're gonna stay out of it.

What?

I give you information and you cut me off?

What? Then I say thank you.

OK. You know what?

Finding Carmichael is your case, but retrieving Swanson's body

is mine.

Knock yourself out.

[door slamming shut]

MIKE: Did you have any luck with that site?

Service in Bulgaria.

They tried hiding it with a rerouted IP address.

That's a bad thing?

Uploads originally here, via wireless.

And that means what?

Sourcing location, triangulate.

OK.

That's here in the city. - Yep.

Oh. Great work, Jeb.

Thank you.

You got it.

Go get him, sir.

[music playing]

Vicki?

Please tell me you've got something.

Maybe.

I can hear something in the background on this audio.

VICKI: Can I?

You're gonna have to trust me on this one

unless you can hear subsonic sounds.

K. What is it?

Train 79, Montreal, now boarding.

[music playing]

OK.

There's a night train to Montreal out of Union Station.

We'll head down there and work our way out.

You know this can't have a happy ending.

When we find Swanson, we're gonna

have to stop him, literally.

Yeah.

Well, at least Darlene will be able to say goodbye properly.

It should be worth something.

[music playing]

Swanson?

Please, let me die.

[yelling]

MAN: Looks like we found our next challenger.

That's Mike's car.

He must be close.

Going to have to have a little chat with him about sharesies.

Must be something.

Well, I guess I should have dressed up.

Looking forward to this.

I wish I could share the same enthusiasm.

Looks like this could be a tough party to crash.

Looks can be deceiving.

[punching sound]

OK.

Uh, you know what?

Go to Mike's car, give me three minutes,

then switch on the sirens and head back in here.

How do I do that?

It's the switch marked sirens.

Sirens.

[punching sound]

MAN: Connoisseurs of the grotesque.

Welcome to the Necrodrome.

[cheering]

Any time now, Henry.

[police sirens blaring]

Nobody move.

Vicki, wait.

He's got my g*n.

Great.

You and Carmichael partners.

Nice business plan.

We were partners till somebody got scared.

Billy, come forward.

The power to resurrect the dead, and this

is how you use it.

This is how it was meant to be used.

I'm not gonna grow old massaging dead people's hands.

Spent years watching my father fawning over them like they

were something special.

More concerned about them than his own family.

The dead are meant to serve us.

They will serve me.

They're people, and you're enslaving

them for some sick sport.

A fight?

It's a promotional tool.

Chance to showcase their skills.

And when the right people realize what I've accomplished

here, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't

thought about the m*llitary applications.

Billy, take her.

Billy.

Of course, William your friend in the prep room.

Thought you would keep your nose out of this.

Yeah.

Well, I ignored you.

Besides somebody's gotta to save your cute little ass.

Yeah.

And you're doing a wonderful job, by the way.

It gets better, don't worry.

All right, Ivan, I'm gonna give you

one last chance to surrender.

I got you prisoner.

I got the zombies and the g*n.

[music playing]

[grunting]

Safety's off.

HENRY: Diesel, stop.

Can't stop.

We can b*at this.

You're strong.

You're stronger than him.

Diesel, your wife sent this.

Henry?

No.

This is what you want.

This is what you want.

MIKE: Henry, are you sure that's such a good idea?

Vicki, on your left.

[music playing]

Diesel.

Diesel.

Give him to me.

As much as I would like to do that Diesel,

he's our responsibility now.

Diesel, stop.

MIKE: Time to find out what a hedgehog does to a zombie.

He's not a zombie.

IVAN: You let him do this, that's m*rder.

MIKE: Where's he going?

Oh god.

I think I know where.

Diesel.

Diesel, stop.

DIESEL: I want to see her.

You're in no condition.

[music playing]

No.

Tell her I--

VICKI: She knows.

And she loves you.

She knows you love her.

Maybe there is a way.

[music playing]

Oh, baby.

[music playing]

I'll always love you.

[music playing]

It's like he's asleep.

[music playing]

Post these from the door.

I'll take care of it.

[music playing]

It's time, my friend.

[music playing]

Thank you.

[music playing]

What's gonna happen to Ivan?

With any luck, he'll go away for life for Swanson

and Carmichael's murders.

Being caught in a warehouse surrounded by dead people

shouldn't help his case any.

I think I get it now.

Sweetness of death.

It's an acquired taste.

[music playing]