We're not taking care of the dead.
We're tending to your cherished loved one.
No detail is too small.
No request is too big.
Sadly,
it's not uncommon for people
to have multiple weddings,
but we only get one funeral.
That's it.
It has to be perfect.
That is perfect.
And doves. Purple ones.
Excellent choice.
I will consult with the dove handlers.
Is it true Arthur Greene & Sons
sent Nichelle Nichols' ashes
into space? The Star Trek actress?
Here at Arthur Greene & Sons,
we take our commitment to discretion very seriously.
That's why some of the most notable families trust us.
Like the Clintons?
Well, if that were true,
I know that my great- great-grandfather,
the first Arthur Greene,
would be pleased. He started
this funeral home in 1927,
serving Harlem's finest families.
He believed
a family's time to mourn is both private and sacred.
He passed this tradition down to his son,
who passed it down to my father, who passed it down to me.
Does your dad still work here?
He's retired now.
Hi, Pop-Pop.
Thought you might like a visit.
Russell.
How you doing, son?
I'm good.
I'm real good.
I'm about to blow up online.
Was anyone hurt?
Huh?
Oh, no, my YouTube page.
My numbers are growing.
But, um...
I need your help, Pop-Pop.
You remember N.D. Longacre, right?
World famous mystery writer?
You handled her funeral ten years ago.
Well, a lot of people don't think she's really dead.
Which makes sense. I mean...
How else would you explain Get Out?
There's no way some sketch comedy dude wrote that movie.
It's a masterpiece.
It had to be her.
Come on, Pop-Pop, tell me the truth.
That funeral you put on for N.D. Longacre--
it was a sham, right?
She's not in there.
My father's literally out of his mind.
He's got dementia.
He knew exactly what I was talking about.
She's not dead.
Man, you really got to stop
with these petty conspiracies.
Not conspiracies. Truth.
You know what you're doing could ruin us?
Does that matter?
Do you even care?
You're changing the subject.
Do you know how lucky we are to have this?
Do you know much our family had to work
to build this? Just tell me what happened
to N.D. Longacre and I'll go.
She died.
That's why people come here.
They die.
I was here when we put on
on her funeral, I should know.
Let that woman rest in peace.
I knew you'd try to silence me.
But it's okay.
There are plenty of people who'd love to hear what I have to say,
including the Longacre family.
They hate the story, because it's nonsense.
Then they shouldn't have a problem signing
an exhumation order.
You shouldn't mind, either,
if she truly is six feet under,
like you say.
Good night, Uncle.
Wait.
Okay, okay.
I'll tell you what really happened.
I knew it.
Oh, you not gonna believe this.
I'll tell you the whole sordid story,
but I can't tell you here.
We got to go to the graveyard,
'cause you got to see this to believe it.
And you better turn that phone off.
Oh, no need.
I keep it wrapped.
It's a homemade Faraday cage.
Keeps big tech off my back.
Want me to wrap yours?
Great idea.
Let me go get my keys. All right.
They say it's albedo modifications.
That's all just a scam.
Trying to change the weather and everything.
That is fascinating.
I got to read more about that.
I smell weed.
What are you doing?
Put that out.
It's just tobacco.
Listen, Ima need your help.
You up to dig?
Sure, but...
can we dig in the winter?
Isn't the ground frozen?
Well, these are special shovels.
Really? Mm-hmm.
Looks like a regular shovel to me.
Less than two minutes after
deviating from its flight plan,
the private plane crashed in Rhode Island.
Five people are confirmed dead,
including Senator Bronstein's long--
Coleman Cremations.
Yeah, I have a VIP decedent
who has requested private cremation.
I'll need immediate, overnight service.
What's your account info?
I don't have an account, but, uh, the decedent's family
will pay extra for a quick turnaround.
If you haven't used us before, I'll need
your funeral director's license, financial paperwork,
and a signed death certificate.
Can you get me in tonight?
Sure. Which funeral home did you say you're with?
There you are.
You heard the news?
What news?
The private plane crash.
Senator Bronstein was on board
with his girlfriend and a friend from college.
Terrible tragedy, so young--
Do you know how soon they're arriving?
Still en route from the morgue in Rhode Island.
I called in the rest of the staff,
but Brenda's sick.
Well, we'd better get to work.
Uh, give me a moment.
Yeah.
Arthur?
I have Senator Bronstein's father on line one for you.
I'll be right there.
It's a government cover-up, I'm telling you,
they disappeared him. You're claiming
your friend, a man named Russell Greene,
is missing?
That's what I'm telling you.
Do you have his birth date and address?
No, but you won't find him at home
because something happened to him.
What makes you so sure?
We have a standing breakfast meeting every Wednesday
and today, he didn't show.
So I checked our shared location app.
Last night, he went to a retirement home,
then his family's funeral home, then a cemetery.
And then he disappeared.
Why did you and your friend share location?
Wh-Who are you?
Oh, um...
Elsbeth Tascioni.
Sorry to interrupt.
I just find it odd
that you didn't know your friend's address or birth date,
and yet, you shared location.
Well, we only became friends IRL this year.
We were in the same Internet spaces.
Our online community focuses
on media manipulation and alternative thinking.
You mean conspiracy theories.
No. Alternative thinking.
Russell and I share locations
to keep tabs on each other.
When you do the kind of work we do, you become a target.
Sounds like it's worth looking into, don't you think?
I'm not the one you should be asking.
Ah.
Missing conspiracy theorist?
I think he prefers "alternative thinker."
Well, you can go find him and ask,
but I'm not assigning a detective.
Okay.
So who's my wingman or wing person?
A new hire, Officer Chandler.
Uh, he's been asking to do something more challenging
and quite frankly, I'd like him out of the office.
Uh, he's a good kid.
A little annoying.
Annoying? How?
I got my bachelor's in Criminal Justice at John Jay,
and then I went to the academy, where
I got an award for excellence. Uh-huh.
Did I mention that I do CrossFit?
You didn't, but you know what?
The thing about funeral homes, Uh-huh.
is they tend to be quiet spaces.
Copy.
Observe and report.
Yes.
Oh.
My nephew came by about 10:00 p.m. last night
to update me on my father's health.
I was working in the office, so he didn't stay too long.
Did he say where he was going?
Not that I recall.
So you wouldn't know why he visited Lenvale Cemetery
last night?
No idea.
But to be honest, my family really doesn't
understand what Russell's doing.
We lost him
once he started spending all of his time online,
getting sucked into insane stories.
Or even worse, writing them.
I'm sure he's out there somewhere hiding
from some online drama of his own making.
Well, a friend who reported him missing is afraid something bad
happened to him.
You don't seem that concerned.
When you have a family member like Russell,
years of worry turn into disappointment.
He will never carry on my great-grandfather's legacy
here at Arthur Greene & Sons Funeral Homes.
But I wish him well, of course.
Of course.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go plan
three simultaneous funerals on very short notice.
Three funerals... at once?
Would that happen to be a very tragic,
but highly publicized plane crash?
I'm afraid I can't comment.
Oh, I understand.
But why did you say "short" notice?
Isn't tragedy always unexpected?
I was away from my phone last night.
But I thought you said you were working?
Thank you for your concern.
And I'm sure
Russell will show up soon.
Mm-hmm. Ms. Tascioni?
I think you should see this.
This is Russell Greene.
If you're seeing this video,
I'm probably dead.
The tech team said it was filmed months ago,
but Russell set it up to automatically post if he ever
failed to log in to his computer in the morning.
What kind of person assumes they'll be killed?
A very paranoid person.
I went through his social media.
I mean, he posts everything from UFOs to JFKs,
to hot wing challenges.
Is that tin foil?
That way the CIA can't track your phone.
The secret is three layers of tinfoil...
He's creating a homemade Faraday cage.
Does that even work?
Apparently not.
Uh, what's your read on the situation?
I think
that Russell's uncle,
Arthur Greene, knows more than he's telling us.
You do know that the Greene family
are pillars of the community?
I did get that sense.
But you'd still like to dig?
Well, maybe if I had a detective, I--
No detective.
We'll put out a missing person bulletin
and set up a tip line.
Someone must know something.
Hmm.
Thank you.
Why am I on tip line duty?
Don't I have enough to do?
Oh, come to think of it,
I may have put you up for it.
Tip line is a rookie rite of passage.
Welcome to the circus, Detective.
Mm-hmm. Flowers would have been nicer.
Hey, what are you doing--?
Tip line. Elsbeth.
I know what happened to Russell.
Look at Russell's last post.
"Had a burger at Chuck's on First Ave.
Would DEF eat there again."
You see?
See what?
"DEF"?
All caps?
That spells "fed" backwards.
He's telling us the FBI got him.
That's one theory.
Huh. Look at this.
"What's the truth
"about N.D. Longacre's so-called death?
"I will put an end to the debate.
Please like and subscribe for more."
"So-called death"?
They said she died of an aneurism,
but she's still alive.
Russell knew.
His family handled the cover-up.
What cover-up?
The funeral.
Don't you see?
The Feds must be trying to silence him.
Aren't you gonna look into it?
Oh, I don't know...
My friend could be
in some black site getting tortured or worse.
Please.
I'm begging you. Okay.
I don't have a direct line to the FBI,
but I know someone who does.
Thanks for checking, Rick.
Bye.
You happy?
My buddy at the bureau hasn't heard of a Russell Greene.
But, uh, he'll keep putting feelers out.
Excellent. Thank you.
I doubt anything will come of it.
You're probably right.
Someone here was asking about Russell Greene?
Uh...
I was.
Do you know where he is?
Not at this time.
Has he been bothering you?
We can make a report and add it to his file.
The FBI has a file on Russell Greene?
What for?
That's classified.
Has Russell ever been apprehended
by the FBI?
His friends are just trying to locate him.
Please, guys like Russell Greene take up enough of our time.
Harassing us with FOIA requests,
demanding disclosure.
If the FBI arrested every pain-in-the-ass
like Russell Greene, we'd never get anything done.
Easier just to keep an eye on them.
And did you keep an eye on him?
Maybe. We have lots of guys like Russell Greene.
Sometimes they slip away.
He's probably living off-the-grid somewhere.
I suggest you go look in the woods.
Uh, thank you, but...
I doubt he made it that far.
Head's up.
Four more coming.
Oh! Arthur?
Mr. Whitley's fraternity brothers
are waiting for you in the Orchard Room.
He was passenger number two.
They're requesting a keg
for the wake and a shot girl,
but I don't really know what that is.
All right, I'll be right in.
And Ms. Dell's family has questions
about a biodegradable casket.
They're in the Lotus Room.
Can I take this for you? Who is it?
Oh, no, this is empty, I'm just,
you know, moving some things around.
But why are we getting five bodies in?
I thought it was the senator and his two friends.
And a flight crew. Oh, a flight crew?
Yeah. Well, unless the pilot owns the plane,
you can send them to a more suitable provider.
Okay. All right.
Hello. Mr. Greene.
I'm the shomer.
Senator Bronstein's family shul sent me.
I'll be sitting with the body until the funeral.
I'll need a chair.
Nothing more.
Oh, I did not know that we were getting a shomer.
But silly of me.
Is this Senator Bronstein?
Oh, poor boy.
No, no, no.
The senator will be in room three.
And Aaron will escort you.
So if you two gentlemen will excuse me.
Thank you. This way.
The FBI isn't responsible
for Russell's disappearance.
That's what they want us to think.
They admit they have a file on him.
He was harassing a federal agency.
The agents were just doing their due diligence.
Wow. It must be nice going through life with blinders on.
Elsbeth?
I have a witness who thinks he saw Russell Greene.
What?! Where?!
Um, Barb, maybe you should--
Leave? It's okay, I get that a lot.
Actually, she should probably stay.
This might be right up your alley.
This is Jay.
Tell them what you saw last night at Lenvale Cemetery.
I saw that guy from the posters get abducted.
Abducted! By who?
By a spaceship.
A spaceship?
It was silver with green lights on it,
and he floated right into it.
It was so crazy, man.
Are you sure it was Russell?
Positive.
Why were you at the cemetery?
Paying my respects to N.D. Longacre.
Smoke a little weed take a few mushrooms,
you can really feel her spirit.
Mushrooms.
I didn't catch that part.
That might explain the spaceship.
You didn't see a spaceship.
It was a military contractor drone.
They're everywhere. Nah, it was a spaceship.
Can I get the reward money in cash?
Uh, there's no reward being offered, but, wait,
tell me more about this spaceship.
You said it had green lights?
It was a drone.
It was definitely a spaceship. It was a drone.
Drones don't have magnetic propulsion beams
that come out of them. They absolutely do.
Dude, are you serious? Have you been to Jersey?
I was there. They're drones...
Okay. Okay, okay.
Everybody look over here.
Is this the spaceship or drone that you saw?
Wait, you say Russell Greene was in your house?
Last week?
But he's only been missing a--
Okay.
I'll make a note.
Let me guess, Mrs. Henderson?
Uh, no, mm-hmm-- no, I'm still here.
I'm listening, Mrs. Henderson.
"I find myself beguiled by the greatest mystery of life,
the mystery of death."
That's beautiful.
See that?
She wrote that because she isn't dead.
Or...
her family took a line from one of her novels.
No. Her books are where she outlined a plan
to fake her own death, using subtle clues.
Ah...
Her last novel had 20 chapters
and ended on page 202.
Check out the Book of Revelation,
Chapter 22, Verse 20.
You get it?
Uh, mm-mm.
It's all about Jesus's promise to return.
Oh, right.
The question is when exactly is
Longacre planning to resurface?
Hey, look at this.
It doesn't smell like marijuana,
yet it's hand-rolled. What?!
Russell was an RYO-er.
A what? Oh. "Roll your own."
'Cause there's no telling what harmful additives
big tobacco are using.
Like tobacco?
This proves that Russell was here! Yes!
And, look, these could be the tire tracks
from the hearse.
Wait, what are these smaller tracks?
Maybe those are from a gurney?
Like the ones that undertakers use to move coffins.
A coffin is the perfect place to hide a body.
And if you're someone who has experience
disposing of bodies,
you're not gonna throw it in the river, you're gonna--
Sell it for parts.
I was gonna say bury or burn it.
Well, you'd need a jackhammer.
The ground's frozen solid.
That leaves the other option.
So the crematorium that Arthur Greene & Sons uses
was closed for repairs all week.
Which is why I think Arthur Greene
has Russell's body hidden
somewhere in the funeral home.
Body? So our missing person case
is now a murder investigation?
Well, I don't have evidence of foul play, yet, but--
If it was a murder, couldn't Arthur Greene have
taken him to another crematorium? No.
Officer Chandler, who is quite the chatty Cathy,
by the way, called every crematorium in the city.
No one from Arthur Greene & Sons visited any of them.
Why would one of the most successful funeral directors
in the city want to kill his own nephew?
It feels connected
to Russell trying to prove that N.D. Longacre is still alive.
Barb agrees though.
She and Russell were friends-- Barb?
You mean the crackpot
who claims to be working with the NYPD?
Wait, what?
Chandler?
Please show Ms. Tascioni the post you found.
Right-O.
Uh... Ah.
She posted that?
She didn't ask me.
I took a comprehensive cybersecurity course,
so if you need me to un-blur the image, I--
That won't be necessary.
Okay, I realize this may
reflect unfavorably on the department, but--
She thinks 9/11 was an inside job.
Well, that's unfortunate,
but Barb aside,
you have got to agree that Russell
visiting the gravesite is still strange.
Don't you think I should nose around
the funeral home just a little bit?
Well, you said yourself that there's
no clear evidence of foul play.
Oh, so we can't get a search warrant.
But there's nothing stopping you
from visiting the showroom.
Right.
Uh, wait.
What about the Barb woman?
Oh, I'll have her take the post down.
Uh, immediately.
And tone down the colors.
What?
It's a funeral home.
Have some respect for the dead.
Right.
I thought cremation was better for the environment.
Putting dead flesh full of formaldehyde
in the ground just seems so toxic.
Conventional burial is toxic,
but we have green options, which are
ecologically advanced.
How green can it be?
A body is still rotting in the dirt.
Well, for starters, this casket here
is biodegradable,
sealed to prevent leaking
from any non-PFA embalming fluids.
And of course we use recycled water at the gravesite
And we issue a full
carbon footprint report after burial.
Well, that sounds pretty good.
How much does that cost?
$275,000.
Oh.
Your sister loved the earth, did she not?
Yes.
Then she would want to honor it.
Right.
Well, I opted out of joining the CIA
because I like to be on the ground,
you know, with the people. Uh-huh.
My dad was none too pleased about that--
Whoa.
Gesundheit. Oh, I...
Oh, hello.
What?
Uh, let me guess, uh, New York View?
Uh, this is public property.
I have every right to be here.
Oh, well, we're not here to make trouble.
At least not for you.
Uh, are you hoping
to take pictures of the senator's family?
Family, no.
Friends, yes.
Rumor has it Harry and Meghan are gonna be here.
What?
Yeah, a good shot of them'll make my whole year.
Wow, good luck then, I guess.
Yeah.
Let's go.
The funeral home in Flushing where my nana's service was held
was nothing like this. Mm-hmm.
She had a glass eye, it used to really freak me out.
Yes, it is lovely and so serene.
We need to check every coffin.
You start here. Yes.
Oh, hello.
Are you okay?
You look like you could use a hug.
Thank you.
Well, what's going on?
I'm just so confused.
We decided not to do a cremation.
But now I know the coffins are gonna last forever.
I can't decide which my sister would prefer.
Oh, you lost your sister?
Mm-hmm. She believed
in the sacredness of the earth.
That's why I'm being so picky.
Everything has to be organic
and environmentally friendly. Okay.
Well, I am so sorry.
And I am sure that your sister
would be very pleased that you're putting such great care
into the process.
Thank you.
I'm Juniper Dell.
Elsbeth Tascioni.
Elsbeth.
You're a gem.
Okay.
Oh.
So sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
What are you doing?
This particular model
has a key and gaskets
so that it closes securely.
Ah.
Why are you here, Ms. Tascioni?
I already told you everything I know
about my nephew Russell.
Oh, well, we have a witness who saw Russell
in an Arthur Greene & Sons hearse at the cemetery.
We have reason to believe
the hearse was carrying a casket like this one.
That's nonsense. Is it?
It appears that Russell was investigating
a conspiracy theory
about N.D. Longacre.
The novelist?
I told you Russell peddled in falsehoods.
Falsehoods about a woman
whose burial Arthur Greene & Sons handled.
That had to be unnerving.
Well, we all have family members that
enjoy causing discord.
Well, the things my Uncle Stanley says
at Thanksgiving don't really affect my livelihood,
but the things that Russell was saying
could gravely impact yours.
No pun intended.
Well, luckily, Russell didn't work here.
And our employees don't go around
spreading additional heartache to grieving families
by telling them that loved ones
are here when they clearly aren't.
Mm, sounds like Russell caused an awful lot
of trouble for your family.
I believe I've answered all your questions, Ms. Tascioni.
Oh, wait, uh, before you go,
I would love to see what this casket
looks like on the inside.
I mean, you know how it is with a locked box.
You see one and you just have
to know what's inside.
I don't know how the people at FedEx can stand it.
Do you have a warrant?
Do I need one?
You don't have anything to hide, right?
Satisfied?
Is that dirt?
How did that get in there?
Uh, this is a floor model.
You wouldn't believe how many people want
to take this out for a test drive.
But here at Arthur Greene & Sons, we have
only the best.
Organic silk,
supreme thread count, and we threw in
this double-stuffed pillow for eternal comfort.
Mm.
Go on.
Get in.
Oh, uh...
Oh, no, no, no, no, I don--
I couldn't.
I insist.
You should experience where you'll eventually end up.
I would love to see you in there.
Uh, I'm gonna go now.
Thanks for your time.
You okay?
Uh, yeah, I'm fine.
I don't suppose you found Russell?
No. And I'm thorough.
I once participated in a mock search and rescue
for a neighbor's cat when I was just a little--
Where you going?
Uh, excuse me?
Uh, do you vacuum these every day? What?
Do you vacuum these cars every day?
Not if it hasn't been used, but
Mr. Greene wants this one detailed, so.
Well, you're doing a good job.
Is that aluminum foil?
I was hoping we were wrong and Russell would turn up,
but that's not gonna happen, is it?
I don't think so.
Oh, sorry.
My nine-year-old chose that ringtone.
You have a kid? I have two.
You look surprised.
I guess I just thought
"alternative thinking" meant "alternative lifestyle."
I may be a boring soccer mom, but I'm not gonna let
my friend die in vain.
I'm gonna pick up where Russell left off.
You mean proving Longacre's still alive?
I don't know if that's such a good idea.
That funeral home is clearly hiding something.
If Arthur Greene wants to stop the rumors
about Longacre, all he has to do is dig up the grave.
Well, they can't exhume the body without the family's consent.
Ooh.
Maybe that's who I should talk to.
The obit said Longacre was survived by her sister.
Yes, I have a few questions I'd love to ask her.
Oh, Barb.
I can't bring you along, not anymore.
Because of the post?
I told you I took that down.
Yeah, but the NYPD, they have rules
about these things.
If you promise not to post
that you're working with the cops, I'll fill you in.
It's like I'm getting disinvited to Thanksgiving dinner
all over again. Aw.
But okay.
The important thing is getting justice for Russell.
Yeah.
I think my cousin Jeremy is to blame for starting the rumor.
He said the coffin felt light.
He was one of the pallbearers?
If I'd known one comment would catch fire,
I never would've let them talk me into a closed casket.
Raymond Greene was the funeral director then.
Was he the one who talked you into a closed casket?
No, it was his son.
He said it would prevent people
from selling photos of my sister's body,
which made sense.
Hmm.
But that explanation doesn't track.
Arthur Greene & Sons is known for its discretion.
They have a no-phone policy during services.
And dozens of other celebrities have had open caskets there.
I'm just telling you what they told me.
There had to be some other reason he wanted
the casket closed.
Like what?
Maybe to hide a mistake?
But Arthur Greene & Sons doesn't make mistakes.
Right?
Mr. Greene?
Uh, Juniper Dell is asking about the silk
used inside our coffins.
She wants to know whether the moths are allowed to emerge
naturally when the silk is harvested?
I'll talk to her.
Can I get you more water?
Uh, we were hoping
you had something a little bit stronger
to help us cope with our grief.
Yeah, we don't have anything like that around here.
This is not a saloon.
Mr. Greene.
I heard you talking with a family member earlier,
and I want you to know
how much I appreciate the special care
that you showed the departed in your charge.
It is a great mitzvah.
As it is said in the Mishna--
I'm sorry, the Mishna's gonna have to wait.
What are you doing?
Oh, hi. You must be Mr. Greene.
I'm Heather, the temp. Yes, and?
And I think the morgue mistakenly dropped off the pilot
from that awful plane crash because--
I'll take it from here. Thank you, Heather.
Okay, all the locks seem to be intact.
Ah.
You know, you're the first cop
who's actually come to check.
Do you have any family here in the city?
Someone to talk to, Mrs. Henderson?
Yeah, I don't need a social worker.
No, no, my problem is with this Russell fella.
He's taking advantage of me because I'm here alone.
You've noticed things missing?
Food, mostly.
And the cash
I keep in the cookie jar, it's gone.
O-Or was it the-the baking soda?
Okay.
See? I told you. He's back.
That boy always gave his mama so much trouble.
Mm.
When he came to see you,
did he ever talk to you about N.D. Longacre?
Oh, yes.
Russell is going to exhume the body.
Oh.
It's gonna keep me from getting to heaven, isn't it?
What would?
Polly would understand.
Is this Polly?
Aw.
She's a big girl.
Loved apple slices.
Oh.
Mr. Greene,
why would exhuming Longacre's body
keep you out of heaven?
Arthur is a good boy.
I looked him square in the eye
and told him not to let anyone open that coffin.
I think this is the right one, but it's just so big.
You could fit two people in there.
Uh, you know,
I was wrong to encourage you to bury your sister.
It-it isn't right for everyone.
You should stick with your original plan of cremation.
We should do it as soon as possible.
Well, I ju...
Cremation?
Okay. Oh...
Okay.
Hi.
You're not leaving, are you?
The Dell family funeral's coming up.
Don't you want to take pictures?
Yeah, the family decided to cremate instead.
They did? When?
Now. The hearse just left.
Oh. Oh, uh, thank you. I got to go.
Before the advent of undertakers,
the body was prepared for burial by those that loved them most.
Sorry.
I'm sorry, this is
a private ceremony. Oh, no, no, no, she's a friend.
Oh. Hi. Sorry.
Hi.
The washing and dressing of the loved one
in burial garments
allows this family to process their grief.
I'm surprised you landed on cremation,
given how terrible it is for the environment.
Mm-mm. I was told that the facility
captures 90% of the CO2.
And I think my sister would prefer
to leave the land to the living.
Today, we blanket your family in love
as you mourn.
Um, what, what about the, uh, coffin?
What about it? Well, are you sure
the fabric is organic? Yes.
Totally. The funeral director confirmed
that the silkworms are treated humanely
from the egg hatching to the cocoon stage.
Juniper? Can you place your flower on the casket,
and make your way beside me and help me
to guide your beloved sister into the hereafter.
Okay, are you totally sure about this?
Yes.
I told you,
we checked everything.
Uh, um...
Well, what about the pillows?
I hear they have Poly-Fil in them.
Please do not listen to this woman.
Maybe we should check.
Just to be sure.
Yeah. Please, open the casket.
It's all right. I can assure you.
Open it!
There's a man in there with her.
Good for her.
I still don't understand
why exhuming Longacre scared you so.
My father was a great man who never once made a mistake.
Until that day.
You're not gonna tell me, are you?
The body will be exhumed.
We will find out.
You're gonna have to do a lot better than that
if you're gonna get me to talk, Ms. Tascioni.
Discretion is the cornerstone of our trade, remember?
You treated the dead with such great care.
Too bad you couldn't do the same for the living.
The dog?
That's what's in N.D. Longacre's casket?
Unfortunately, yes.
Then Russell was right. She's still out there.
No.
Raymond Greene had just begun to suffer from dementia,
and he mistakenly cremated Longacre instead of Polly,
his beloved Saint Bernard.
We found Longacre's gold ring
in what was supposed to be Polly's ashes.
N.D. Longacre is gone.
But I so appreciate you pushing me
to search for your friend Russell,
because I would never have gotten this far without you.
I should tell Russell's followers
what happened to him.
Yes, and that N.D. Longacre is dead.
Of course. Yeah.
But you know that dementia isn't real, right?
And I am standing in front of the biggest raccoon
I have ever seen in my life.
I swear.
You talking about Mrs. Henderson?
You better get used to the sound of her voice.
Mm-mm. Nope.
Turns out, all she needed was a little help
closing up an old doggy door.
And I got that because I listened
and I took her seriously.
Ooh. And now, since I solved that mystery, I think I am done
with the tip line forever.
Well, all right then.
Oh, I-I started reading
one of Longacre's books.
And her voice is so vivid, it's hard to believe she's dead.
Uhp. But she is.
But she is.
Have a good night, Officer Chandler.
Have a good night.
Captain Wagner?
I just want to say I hope Barb's post
didn't cause too much trouble.
I received a few complaints.
Ugh, I'm sorry.
Maybe I came down too hard on you.
But I've seen how conspiracy theories
can tear families apart.
You have a Barb in your family?
Mm. Who doesn't?
And given how you question every damn thing,
well...
I'd hate to see you fall down a rabbit hole.
You were worried about me?
Don't be.
I like my outlandish theories
with a heavy dose of evidence.
Real evidence.
Wagner.
It's Kershaw.
About that case you got me to reopen?
Tell me you're not going after a sitting judge for murder.
And if I am?
Your life is about to get a lot more dangerous.