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So what do you think?

Holy crap.

This is a big freaking house.

Could you watch your
language please?

That's a big freaking mansion.

Right.

Thank you.

Is it yours?

Yes ma'am.

You live here all by yourself?

Just me and my butler.

You have a butler?

Yeah but it's his day off today.

Right.

So have you really read all
those books in your library?

I have a library?

Yeah. The room, down the hall,
you know? All the books?

The room with the books?

Yeah, come on, I'll show you.

I know where it is honey, I was
just playing with you.

- Oh.
- Do you like books?

Nah. I like magazines.

Let me guess. You like glossy
fashion magazines.

With all the latest styles
from Paris and Milan.

It's like you know me.

I think we may have met before
in a past life.

Really?

That's what my ex-wife used
to say.

You were married?

Yes. This house is part of my
divorce settlement.

Really?

No.

I was just playing
with you again.

- You're tricky.
- I am.

So...

Where to now Mr. Man?

Well. I haven't taken
you to the attic, yet.

The attic?

I always save the very best part
part of the tour for last.

What's up there?

Do you trust me?

Uhm... do I have a choice?

No.

- We're almost there.
- OK.

A couple of steps more.

Stop!

- Are you excited?
- Yeah.

And this must be the toy room?

My father was a bit
of a collector.

He was fascinated by
the tools human beings

concoct to torment and
torture one another.

- Fun.
- He was obsessed

with his own self for mortality.

The last 17 years, he never even
left the house.

Then, one morning in the shower
he has a heart attack and dies.

Oh, that's awful.

He was a bit of a jackass.

Nice Rack.

Indeed.

I've been to a few wax museums.

Oh, you are so cultured,

I like that.

Is it real?

Are they?

I mean, does it actually work?

In 1447... the Duke of Exeter,

introduced the Rack, at the
the Tower of London.

Where it became the most popular
torture device in England.

The Rack was used in England,

for about 150 years before it
was deemed to be too cruel.

It was outlawed in 1628.

- Is that alright?
- Yeah.

Guy Fawkes, who tried to blow up
the English Parliament in 1605

was another victim of the Rack.

King James I stretched his body
so badly that his bones

and ligaments... made loud,
popping sounds.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Can I stretch you?

No.

Awe, come on. Just a little bit.
It feels so good.

No, I don't know.

Come on. Sometimes when
I'm alone, I come up here and
stretch myself.

Okay, okay. Okay.

Okay what?

Do it.

Say it.

Stretch me but...

just be gentle, please.

Only if you beg.

Oh my God.

A little bit more?

Yeah.

Ugh. Okay. Oh God.
It hurts, it hurts.

Darling, we're only at level 1.

If I took the Rack to level 6...

the vertebrae in your spine
would be ripped apart and
dislocated.

Leaving you paralyzed for the
rest of your life.

But I'm not gonna do that.

- Okay.
- Okay?

- Okay.
- It's gonna be okay.

Okay, it hurts Victor.

Victor please stop it.

Tell me that you like it.

It hurts!

- It hurts!
- Tell me you like it.

You're hurting me.

Tell me, that you like it.

Just say the words. For God's

sake, just say the words.

I like it.

I know you do.

Victor!

Look what you made me do!

What I made you do?

I told you, never sneak up on me
when I'm here.

Now Ms. Pearson, if you just
sign right here next to

Victor's name, this whole
unfortunate episode will be
considered settled.

I still think I should have
a lawyer look over this.

The agreement was that I would
arbitrate this dispute on your

behalf and on behalf of
Mr. Harris.

The agreement was that if you
sign the non-disclosure

and the settlement agreement
now.

- I know, but it's--
- Mr. Harris is prepared to give

you this certified check...

for 10,000 dollars.

And take care of all
your medical expenses.

It's yours.

If you sign the agreement now.

If not, you could spend the next
10 years in court with your

lawyer spending money that
don't have.

And frankly, possibly never
getting a penny.

Ahh, here. Let me uh.

- Let me help.
- No, just don't.

Keep in touch.

Ten grand? What a chump.

You're lucky she is. She
could've asked for a hell of

a lot more and she would've
been entitled to it.

Any more than that and it would
have been cheaper just to have

her killed. My cousin knows
a guy who knows a guy that for

five grand will steal a car
and make it look like
a hit and run.

Victor please, don't tell me
these things.

Why? Anything I say to you is in
confidence and inadmissible in
a court of law, right?

Here. I got you something.

Blonde or brunette?

Happy 35th.

It's for your cigarettes,
smokeless. Now that, stays here.

Roman, you really are a prince
amongst kings.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Finally gained full control of
your father's estate.

It was about time.

Well you know he told me that
he wanted you to make something

of your life, before he just
handed over all of his money
to you.

That's just one more thing the
controlling party was
wrong about.

Listen, I just want to finalize
some of the finer points of your

will that you've been
insisting upon, alright?

Specifically
the funeral arrangements.

Do we have to talk about
this now?

I just... I just want to
confirm.

No autopsy, no organ donation
and no embalming?

Did you see my father at
his funeral?

Yeah, he looked peaceful.

He looked like a transvestite
hooker, all that makeup,

eyeliner, lipstick, screw that.

Put me in my best Italian suit
and drop me in the ground,
au naturale .

Okay, well if you skip the
embalming it's gonna have to be

a pretty quick funeral. I mean,
I'm talking like the next day.

Fine, put me in the ground the
next day, just no flowers.

I cannot stand flowers.

No flowers.

And I do not want anybody
messing around with me

when I am dead. No organ donor
crap, I want all of me buried.

Victor, I really think you
should reconsider.

I don't want to reconsider.

Alright. You're the boss.

What would I do
without you, Roman?

I love you man. Truly.

You and Elizabeth are the only
family I have left now.

Well, I love you too Victor.

You are so gay.

Honey, I'm home.

Elizabeth, where are you?

Baby, I'm home.

Elizabeth, where are you?

You didn't answer me.

Aren't you gonna ask
how it went?

I'm sure it went fine.

How do you know that?

Because if it didn't go fine
you'd be either A: drunk.

high or C: not here.

At least you know me well, baby.

Besides, Roman took care of it.
He takes care of everything,
right?

If you think I'm such a bad guy
Elizabeth, why don't you
divorce me?

I've begged you to go
to counselling.

Oh, why? So I can sit there and
talk about my feelings?

Honey, they are your
feelings.

I don't see why you care?

I know you're seeing somebody.

Oh yeah?

You haven't been this nice to me
in months.

So what if I were?

I would say: "good for you".

I finally get the open
relationship I've always wanted.

You get a little companionship
and you still get to spend
my money.

Alright Victor, I'm not gonna
lie to you.

I do like spending your money.

See, we understand each other.

That's why we don't
need counselling.

And I bet...

he doesn't know how to touch
you the way I do.

Victor stop it.

I know how you like
to be treated.

I know how you like to flirt
with pain.

You cut her the other day.

You gotta quit that stupid
little slut attitude.

You wished it was you,
didn't you?

Take me upstairs.

Good things come to those
who beg.

Tell me how you want it.

Please.

Say it.

I want it.

You want it how? Say the words.

I want it to hurt.

You might want to put
something on that.

Flash... flop.

Aren't you C and O?

I prefer a more
intimate evening.

It'll be over soon.

Not soon enough.

Excuse me.

Hey baby, hey.

This is my wife.

That's not, that's not
very polite. You should say...

good evening to your
beautiful hostess.

Good evening.

Don't you think you've
played enough?

No, I don't think I've played
enough, I have to win

all my money back from this
jerkster.

- It's your bet, sir.
- Don't.

Don't rush me Maurice or I
will send your snail eating ass
back to gay Paris.

Baby, you're commando.

- You need interaction.
- Do not put your hand up
my dress.

Alright, a little sassy.

Alright, I'm not buying it.

I'm going upstairs.

You're enraged.

- Can you get me another
scotch first?
- No!

Hey, hey, hey. How about you buy
yourself a new pair of panties
on the way up?

You're pathetic.

Please show her how it
is done properly.

Okay, let's play cards!

You had the same idea I had.

You tell me your idea and I'll
tell you mine.

Yeah that's the one.

You know what?

- He suspects.
- What?

- That there's someone.
- And?

And he doesn't care.

Yeah but if he knew it was me.

He'd kill you.

Yeah, probably.

I guess we're just gonna have to
beat him to it, huh?

All the estates are now his,
you'd be sole beneficiary.

Can't throw in a little
something for yourself?

Well... unlike your husband,
I actually finished law school.

Unlike my husband, you're not
a total failure.

I want all in.

How much is that?

10,320.

Take off that gay hoody
and those sunglasses.

Show me your face.

- Sir, this is highly--
- Shut up Maurice.

Take off the hoody
and the sunglasses.

He's bluffing.

This should more than cover
the bet.

Three aces.

Twelve's.

What do you think you're doing?

Give me my watch!

Clean up this mess.

Escort this gentleman from
the premises.

Honey, open the door.

Go away!

Unlock the door.

- Leave it.
- No.

- You've gotta hide, come on.
- Hide where?

Baby, what are you doing in
there? People are asking for
you.

Open the door.

Or I'm gonna hop and I'm
gonna fuck and I'm gonna--

Hey, baby.

Oh, Victor.

I was worried about you.
Are you okay?

I'm fine.

What, do you just need a little
bit of... quiet time?

Why do you do this to me?

- Do what?
- You just humiliated me in

front of a room full of people.

Half the people I don't even
know who they are.

What? I mean it's my
birthday party.

These are the party people,
you know?

They're in the house.

Oh God. No you are not.

What would your father think
of the way you treat me?

Don't talk about my father.

Oooh. I hit a nerve.

We don't talk about my father,
you know the rules!

Jesus. I just wanted you
to apply yourself.

You never even knew him.
Shut up.

Don't talk to me that way.

I don't want to talk about him.

How disappointed he'd be
if he saw the way you are
right now.

Have a good sleep Victor.

Well you're up early.

- Where are you going?
- Out.

Who's gonna clean up this mess?

I hired a cleaning crew.
They'll be here this afternoon.

Cleaning crew? You got me
a couple of sexy French maids?

No, I got you Olga
and Barute.

Not those disgusting,
eastern European hags.

Yeah well, that's my insurance
policy to make sure they

actually clean the house
instead of participating in one

of your impromptu orgies.

Technically, it would be an
impromptu ménage à trois .

Unless you want to join us?

Where are you going? Come on.

Out. Do you remember anything
that happened last night?

I was really wasted.

Yeah, apparently you threatened
one of our guests with a gun.

Really? That doesn't sound
like me.

Yeah and then you came upstairs
and yelled at me and then cried
yourself to sleep.

Again, that doesn't really
sound like me.

You know what? It would be
really nice if for once in your

life you could not make a fool
out of yourself and humiliate
me in the process.

Baby, your boobs look great
in that dress. Where you going?

Have fun.

Hey, bring me back a burger!

Come over later this afternoon
for dinner.

And we'll do it tonight?

I think we should wait
a few months.

So soon after he's gained full
control of his father's estate,

it's gonna look suspicious.

You're not having second
thoughts, are you?

No, I just...

I think we should wait.

He's such a monster, I don't
even know who he is anymore.

I know...

you said so yourself.

Some of the things that I've
done for him...

I can barely look at myself
in the mirror anymore.

Well that's all your fault,
you know?

- My fault?
- Mhm.

As I recall, it was through
dating you that I even
met Victor.

Yeah and then you dumped me
for him.

Because you wouldn't
make a move.

I was shy.

I was devastated when you
left me.

We had three dates.

Besides you got back at me.

By insisting Victor make me sign
a pre-nup so there you go.

Yeah, I guess that was my idea,
wasn't it?

So if I divorced him I'd get
what, 10,000 dollars?

Yeah and that's before taxes.

I can't believe I convinced you
to sign that.

Well apparently you are a very
good lawyer.

Apparently.

And if it weren't for you and
your stupid pre-nup,

I could just divorce him
and get half.

Oh. Now you get everything.

We get everything.

I love you.

I've always loved you.

We're doing the right thing.

I know.

I still think we should wait.

We're doing it tonight.

Alright. I know better than
to argue with you once you've
made up your mind.

What are you gonna use?

I don't know yet.

Don't worry.

I'll take care of it.

I know.

You always take care
of everything.

See you tonight.

I managed to get my hands on a
synthetic derivative of
Ibogaine

called 18 methoxycoumarin.

It's a new drug currently in
phase II trials being used to

help people kick their opiate
and Oxycontin
pain-killer addictions.

Oxy what?

Oxycontin.

Combined with aspirin, you get
Percadaine.

Combined with Acetaminophen...
you get Percocet.

That's what, White Collar
Crack right?

That's what they used to say.

But Crack is the new
White Collar Crack.

So uh, how you doing anyway?

With this new stuff I've been
clean for two months now.

Yeah, well let's hope you can
stick to it this time.

Stick to what?

I'm just substituting one drug
for another. I just wanted

to get off the junk before all
my teeth rotted out of my head.

Listen, I'm looking for
something new this time. I mean,

I'm tired of all
the E and the coke you know.

And I'm done, I'm done with
the meth.

What about Ketamine?

What's, what's that like?

A.k.a. "Special K".

Used by Veterinarians as
tranquilizer. Wicked
hallucinations in humans.

Although one does tend to get
really obsessed about the
littlest things.

Yeah, pass.

I'm just, I'm looking for
something that's gonna totally
mellow me out.

I got just the thing.

It comes from Puffer fish.

Puffer fish?

Yeah, you know those fish
that go pft! All spiky.

Sort of like, meow meow?

Yeah, that's the idea
in really small doses.

But in its' pure form,
it's a crazy deadly poison.

It's called Tetrodotoxin,
TTX, it's a very
rare neurotoxin.

The Japanese eat the Puffer fish
raw, it's a delicacy.

They call it Fugu .

But if the fish isn't prepared
exactly right, you get poisoned.

Fugu eaters love the risk.

Each fish has enough TTX in it
to kill 30 people. It's 400
times more lethal than Strict A.

Now, be very careful
with this stuff.

A little goes a long way.

Alright, got it.

Use an eye dropper.

One drop, maybe two on the
the tongue. That's all...
for 24 hours.

It'll kick in right away.

Your tongue and your lips will
go numb.

And then you feel it
in your toes.

well what if I use...
say three drops?

Take enough of it and it'll
kill ya.

But see, the funny thing about
TTX is, it doesn't cross the
blood barrier in the brain.

So you're totally paralyzed but
completely conscious

right before death.

So what, you hear everything
that was happening to you?

And you'd see everything
if your eyes were open.

Well, I'll be careful.

And tell whoever it is that
you're giving this stuff to,

to be careful too.
This stuff is really dangerous.

I'll be careful.

Roman, don't con a con-artist.

I know this stuff is not
for you.

You were never here.

You don't know me and this
transaction never happened.

Great, I'm your lawyer.
Whatever you say to me
is strictly confidential.

OK, you were here.

Take care.

You need to get dressed.

Roman's gonna be here
any minute with dinner.

I am dressed.

This is my smoking jacket.

Whatever Heff.

Besides it's only Roman.
He's seen me naked.

I don't want to know.

No, you don't.

Stop playing that stupid game.

I think not.

Hey baby will you get that.
I'm kind of busy here.

Yeah, I kind of noticed.

Hey.

How is he?

Belligerent as ever.

Hey honey, I'm home!

Dude, did you bring the food?
I'm starving!

The good for nothing wife
refused to bring me a burger.

Well I got your favorite patty.

Love you man. See baby,
Roman takes care of me!

Hey, hey, hey!

Plenty of time for that later.

So what did you get?

Something special for our
honored guest.

Come on, I'm hungry you guys!

About time.

Here you go.

- Want some wine honey?
- No.

How am I supposed to eat
this stuff?

Sorry, I'll get it.

What do you... you want
chopsticks?

No, no, no. I'll get it.
I'll get it.

If you want something done
around here, you gotta do it
yourself.

Thank you.

What the hell is this?

I don't know.

It smells like vinegar.

Looks like a crack vile. It's
probably just left over from
the party.

It's good. Come on, dig in.

I understand you had a little
problem at the uh, poker game
last night?

Problem? No.

Some jerkster tried to cheat me
at my own birthday party.

You threatened him with a gun?

Define threatened.

I think uh, putting a loaded gun
on somebody's face could be
legally defined as a threat.

Well I'll deny that it
ever happened.

You just uh, gotta be
more careful.

Okay, don't tell me what
to do Roman.

I only have your best interests
at heart.

Next topic.

You know, you really shouldn't
gamble. You know how you get.

You're gonna start on
me too now?

Is this an intervention?

God, you like to gamble as much
as I do.

I only like to when I know I am
gonna win big.

Some wine?

Here you go.

You okay?

Yeah I'm fine. I just feel
a little bit lightheaded.

Really? That's probably just
because the food hasn't kicked
in yet.

It's good.

Have some wine.

- Yeah, here.
- No.

Something's not sitting right.

It's called a hangover.

I can't feel my lips.

Maybe you just need to lie down?

I need some water.

Is he dead?

Call an ambulance.

I'm sorry it had to come
to this buddy.

Well?

I'm sorry, he's dead.

Definitely?

No pulse. No respiration.
No pupil dilation.

No response to pain.

You say he had a history of
heat disease in his family?

Yeah, his dad died of a heart
attack when he was 55.

He used drugs?

More often than not.

Such as?

Write me a list, I'll cross off
what he didn't use.

I see.

I'm gonna want to perform
an autopsy to determine the
exact cause of death.

- That's not possible.
- Excuse me?

Mr. Harris' will was quite clear
on this point, no autopsies.

Well, it's my prerogative as the
medical examiner to demand
an autopsy.

And it's my responsibility
as his lawyer to get

a court injunction preventing
you from doing so.

Don't you want to know what
your client died of?

He was my friend.

He lived hard...
and he paid for it.

Besides it's not going to bring
him back doing an autopsy.

I think what's most important
here is that I, uh...

I respect his last wishes.

I'm taking him
to the County Morgue.

You're not to touch that body.

Send me an
injunction counsellor.

He's young. Drug overdose?

I don't know.

I want to perform a full autopsy
first thing tomorrow morning.

Wait, is this Victor Harris?

Yes. How'd you know?

Some bailiff came by before
you and party boy arrived.

He was serving a court order.

- That was quick.
- Yeah.

The guy had no sense of humor
about it either.

I mean, I've never been served
before, right? So I was like:

"Hey man, can you say, 'you got
served'"? But he wouldn't.

Can I see it?

What do you want me to do
with him?

Nothing. I am gonna fight this.

Put him in the freezer.

I'm sorry, I just can't.

That's alright, I'm not really
in the mood either.

It's just. I keep seeing
his face.

His eyes... open.

Maybe you can put that out of
your head.

I can't.

You even thought about what
you're gonna say at the
funeral tomorrow?

I can say what I'm supposed
to say.

He was a great man, cut down
in his prime, a loving husband,
a great provider.

Stop, alright?

You know, this isn't the time
to start developing a conscious.

Thought about what you're
gonna say?

I just killed my best friend.
A man I've known for almost
10 years, how about that?

Oh, don't give me that crap.

We're in this together.

You think this is easy for me?

I think I should sleep
alone tonight.

What do you mean?

I think you should go.

What's with all the flowers?

I like flowers.

Victor hated flowers.
He didn't want any.

I know.

- What is she doing here?
- Hmm?

Melanie Pearson. Did you?

No idea. Obviously she's just
here to pay her last respects.

Miss. Pearson, hello.

Mr. Arbogast.

I'm surprised to see you here.

Really? Well, I just came
to make sure the bastard
was really dead.

Good riddance.

Well, thank you for coming.

What was that all about?
What did she say to you?

Nothing honey, nothing.

What the hell is he doing here?

I don't know.

This is a private service.

I have a court order counsellor
that authorizes me to perform

an autopsy on Victor Harris.

I thought we had a court order
preventing that?

His supersedes mine.

Please sir, I beg of you.
It was Victor's last request.

Sorry ma'am. Make all the calls
you want counsellor,

I'm taking this body with me
right now before he starts
to decompose.

Is that saliva?

Okay, alright. Thank you.

Just get him to call me back
as soon as possible.

Nothing.

I don't understand it.
I mean, it's in his will!

I know, don't worry.

The D.A. owes me a favor.

At this point, I'm just waiting.

Restricted number, this could
be him.

Roman Arbogast.

Who's your favorite client?

- Freed.
- Who is it? Who is it?

Go. Go!

It's about your other favorite
client, the late Mr. Harris.

Freed, uh, where are you?
Can I call you back?

You didn't warn him, did you?

I told you to warn him.
One drop.

Look Freed, I'm in the middle
of a crisis right now okay?

I understand that and I'm
calling to tell you to hold off
putting him in the ground.

- Why?
- I told you about the TTX,

that if you OD on it,
it paralyzes you that you stay

conscious right up until
you die.

Yeah, what about it?

Well here's the craziest thing.

See, you might not actually die.

What are you talking about?

Well your vital signs clog
right down but you go into
suspended animation.

You're barely alive but
you're alive to even the most

experienced medical
professional, you appear to be
clinically dead.

Yeah, and then what?
What are you saying?

Well, first the paralysis might
wear off slowly. Maybe a finger

or your lips maybe your eyes
would open before anything else?

- So, see?
- Right.

This may be a happy ending
after all?

Thanks Freed. As usual, you have
been a big help.

Oh and remember this
conversation never happened.

I never called you.

Who was that?

No one.

Alright, I'm gonna take you
home now.

So you actually crashed this
dude's funeral? Nice.

Hey, when you served his lawyer
the court order did you say:
"you got served"?

Will you just help me prep
the body for the autopsy?

You sure you want to do this
now? I mean, it's kind of late.

We already lost a day.

Hey, this guy's all floppy.

Shouldn't Rigor have set in?

Do they teach you anything
at that medical school?

Yeah about the living,
not the dead.

Rigormortis generally sets in
within three to four hours

and it begins to peak at
12 hours after the time
of death.

It then generally subsides
within 12-24 hours as the body
begins to decompose.

Thank you professor.

The fact that you represent the
next generation

of medical practitioners
truly frightens me.

Yeah, me too.

Who is it?

Will you please refer to her
as my wife or Mrs. Smith?

Sorry.

Give me the phone.

Yes? Hello darling.

Was that tonight?

No. I didn't forget, I just
thought it was next
Friday evening.

It's not entirely the same
as forgetting.

Alright, let's not argue.

Right. I'm on my way.

Forgot your anniversary?

No. Apparently, I have a
previous engagement.

That you forgot about.

Please put Mr. Harris
in the fridge.

I'll come in tomorrow morning
and do the autopsy.

Dude, it's me.

Me, Mike.

Yeah, come on down.

We're in the clear.

I'll call you later.
You gonna be up?

I think I'm gonna take something
tonight to knock me out.

You got a key for me?

I don't think that's such
a good idea.

We got a serious situation here,
we're gonna have to
deal with it.

No, we have a serious situation
here and you're gonna have to
deal with it.

That's what you do.

Besides, sleeping with me
tonight I don't think is gonna
solve any of this.

I'm not talking about that.

Who was that on the phone
in your office, huh?

It was Freed.

It doesn't matter, alright?

I'm gonna handle this.

Look, you've been under a lot
of stress alright?

I just don't think you should be
by yourself right now.

Comforting the Widow only makes
people start to wonder.

Check's in the mail.

It's Roman.

Oh, back for more?

Why didn't you tell me about
the side effects of that dope?

I told you to be careful with
that dope.

Look, my lips are sealed, I
won't tell if you don't tell.

Oh, I'm not worried about that.

You guys didn't bury him yet,
did ya?

No, now they want to do
an autopsy.

Well, you gotta stop them.
He could still be alive.

Yeah, and what am I supposed
to tell them Freed? That he OD'd
on illicit drug?

That's gonna them back to me
and then that's gonna lead back
to you, alright?

Technically, it's not illicit.

But I take your point.

So you're not just jerking me
around with this stuff?

The Japanese have reported
people waking up in the morgue

up to three days after
being pronounced dead.

How, how is this possible?

You heard of Zombification
in Haiti?

Well this is the same
Buddhist stuff they use.

They just get it from Newts
instead of Puffer fish.

So what, he's a zombie now?

No, he's not a flesh eating
risen from the dead zombie.

He just might not actually
be dead.

If he were my friend,
I would want to help him.

I'd go to the morgue before
they start cutting him up

because if he's still alive,
when he wakes up, he's gonna be
real pissed off.

Thanks.

Yeah, thank you! Come again.

Dude, I want this one.

- No, no, no. You can't have
that one.
- Why not?

- You can't.
- Why not?

Because, a real doctor has to do
an autopsy on him.

We're Pathologists, not
real doctors alright?

Yeah, well neither is
a Chiropodist.

Nice, nonsequetal.

- I know.
- Yeah man, I really
want this one.

Hey, don't poke the corpses OK?

You can practice on Clancy here.

What that alcoholic
homeless guy?

- Yeah.
- Dude we have to dissect
a liver that hasn't been ravaged

by trying to process cleaning
products for the last 20
years, alright?

OK, look. All I have is
hamburger today.

- Take it or leave it.
- I want prime rib.

Jessica is gonna want prime rib.

You told Jessica?

Yeah, I told you that already.

You like her, don't you?

Maybe.

- I got it. Switch the toe tags.
- What?

Switch this guy's toe tag with
Clancy. Say you messed up,
that happens.

Dude! This is not dry cleaning,
this is a human body.

Oh, every time. No, this is
a corpse. A dead thing.

I could lose my job.

So you find another job.

Look. Our exam's next week,
right? Either you lose your job
or follow me.

You fail out of medical school.

Wow, tough.

- OK.
- Yes! Good. Good boy.

But I am only doing this under
the duress of peer pressure.

Duly noted, my friend.
Duly noted. Now this is gonna
be fun, isn't it?

Yeah.

There. Are you ready Jess?
Check this out.

This one's perfect.

Nice one, Mike.

Rigor hasn't set in.

Uh, actually Rigormortis
generally sets in 3-4 hours
after the time of death.

And then it subsides 24-36
hours afterward.

I concur, Dr. Campbell.

Thank you Dr. Lee.

Gentlemen, prepare for surgery.

Weird. His eyes are freaking
me out.

Okay.

Alright.

Ready for incision?

- Ready.
- Let's do this.

- Yes.
- Nice work, Dr. Campbell.

Thank you Dr. Lee.

I do my best.

Get a god damn room.

Oooh!

I'll say one thing for you,
the kid's definitely got guts.

Shall we move forward with
our appendectomy?

Whoa, whoa. Appendectomy.
I thought we agreed we weren't
doing that?

It's gonna be on the exam.

Come on man. Everybody likes
to have their appendix removed.

It's a blast.

It's OK Mike. He's dead.
He won't sue you if we screw up
and sever an artery.

- I'm not ready.
- I'm not ready...
unbelievable.

Alright, we'll start with
some exploratory surgery,
get you comfortable with

the whole idea of brooding
around inside a human body.

Move, move, move.

Okay, I'm going downtown.

Take it easy Steve,
this isn't prom night.

Hilarious.

Alright, bladder's empty.
Want to go in?

No thanks, I prefer to watch.

Come on man. You can't sit on
the side lines your whole life.
Get in there!

- I can't.
- Suit yourself.

Okay, here we go.

Okay, there it is.

There we have the intestines.

Yeah, there's 26 feet of that
Bratwurst in there.

Twenty seven actually.

What's that?

Someone's at the front desk.

- Just leave it.
- No, I better get it.

- No, leave it.
- No, I got to get it.

- Yeah?
- Hi there. Is Smith around?

He's gone for the day.
Can I help you?

Yeah. I'm an attorney for the
late Victor Harris.

I believe his body is being
kept here?

Victor Harris?

Yeah. Is he here?

He was.

- Was?
- Yeah.

But he's not anymore?

No.

But he is still dead?

I'm kidding. I was just kidding.

His eyes are open.

- What?
- I thought you closed them?

I did close them.

It must be a reflex.

You see how they follow you,
like those Jesus Statues?

Alright look. I'm struggling
to understand how this could
happen.

Bureaucracy man, I mean, even
when you're dead, they still
scream at you.

Alright and you don't know
where the body went?

Alright, you know what, I'm
gonna need to speak with your
Supervisor, this is--

Alright. OK! Look,
I'm not supposed to do this
alright?

But I'm gonna give you
his personal cell phone.

Don't tell him I gave you
this number.

And good luck because he
usually never answers.

You might also want to try
County General.

Sometimes they
take the bodies off site
for autopsies, you know?

It depends. I don't know.
I'm new here.

Got it. Thank you.

Your name was, by the way?

- Steve.
- Steve.

Right, good.

- That was fun.
- Who was it?

This guy's lawyer.

Seriously?

Don't worry, I sent him on
a wild goose chase.

Mike, you are the man.

Okay, you guys ready to start
practice cutting with the
surgical saw?

Yes, let us open up the ribcage.

Yeah.

OK. This is bizarre. His eyes
are open again.

I thought you closed them?

- I did.
- I did.

Screw it!

Oh my God. He's not dead!

Mike! Mike! Mike!

Snap out of it! Behind you Mike,
get my kit. I need 10 cc's of
Aderon right now!

- Hurry up, bring it here!
- Calm down, get that kit.

Oh my God. We cut into
a live man!

I need 10 cc's. Jess calm down!

- Shut up!
- Aderon!

- Shut up.
- He's alive, for God's sakes.

Hold this.

Can you hurry? Can you hurry?

- Hold this.
- Hurry. Oh my God. Oh my God.

Please!

What the hell Mike? He's alive.

Jesus. What are we gonna do?

I'm not going to jail.

- What is that?
- Meth.

I gotta think straight.

OK, I put back his intestines
and I sutured up his abdomen

but we have to get him to
a hospital.

A hospital? No, no, no. We are
not taking him to a hospital.

We have to at least dump him
outside the ER, Mike.

Steve he's conscious. OK?

He's seen our faces.

We can't take him to a hospital.

We have to. We took an oath!

An oath? We're not doctors!

We're med students.

I can't believe he's still
alive, Matt.

Well, he won't be for
much longer.

- What does that mean?
- It means we're gonna bury him.

He's still alive.

- He won't be alive if we
bury him.
- That's not right.

Jessica! If we don't do this
OK, we don't graduate.

We go to jail.

We're definitely gonna have
to find a new job now.

Oh shut up.

- It's not right.
- Shut up!

Let's get him in a body bag.

Don't forget his fingers.

Wow, nice pull.

Yeah, nothing like a dead body
to get you motivated.

- This helps too, huh?
- Yeah.

It sure does.

Okay, I think we're done here.

So let's get him in.

I think it should be deeper.

Animals might still dig him up.

So let them. Let nature take
its' course here.

Ready?

Alright.

Alright. You can bury him.

I'll hold the light for ya,
there ya go.

The fingers! Don't forget
the fingers.

If my high school guidance
counsellor could see me now.

Yeah, I'm gonna leave this off
my CV.

Don't write about this
in your blog either.

Yeah. When this is over
we don't breathe a word of this
to anyone.

What do you mean his body
is missing?

The Morgue screwed up, alright?

They mistook his body for
a John Doe and they took

his body off site to do the
autopsy and now they can't
find it.

When exactly were you gonna
tell me?

It's not my fault. I'm telling
you now.

That's just great, Roman.

I've been up all night, driving
all over town trying to find
out where they've taken him.

He's dead and he's still
causing us grief.

Yeah, exactly.

Wait. Wait, it's gonna be OK.

I just want to find him.

Who cares if his body
is missing?

I mean if his body is missing
they can't do an autopsy, right?

I mean, what do they usually do
with John Does?

The guy at County General said
they cremate unclaimed bodies.

Well then let's hope they
do that.

Old habits die hard, I guess.

Maybe they never die.

No, no, no, no.

I went to your funeral.

That makes two of us.

I saw you.

I saw you dead.

How'd I look?

Bad, right?

This can't be happening.

You.

Have no idea.

Oh God.

What are you gonna do to me?

Nothing you didn't want me to
do a week ago.

It's a terrible thing.

That there's something this
permanent.

I know that now.

This can't be happening.

This can't be happening.

Yes. It is.

I'm gonna make some phone calls.

Don't threaten me.

I'm not threatening you.

Don't answer my phone!

I gave your number to the guy at
County General alright?

Just in case anything happens
to Victor, I gotta take it.

Oh my God, why would you do
that?

Just in case my cell phone
dies, alright?

Hello?

Who is it?

They're not answering. Hello?

Just hang up.

I'm gonna redial.

Why? Who cares?

Help me!

Help me!

Oh God. Help me!

No!

Help me please!

Who's dead now?

What was that?

I gotta make another
call alright?

So do I.

OK, you got it? Want me to
repeat it?

OK, look I need you to run
a reverse check on that number.

OK? I need a name and
I need an address.

Yeah, it could be an emergency.

I got a client, she thinks she's
being stalked.

Hi, you've reached
Melanie Pearson, I'm not around

right now so leave a message at
the tone and I'll get back

to you just as soon as
humanly possible. Ciao for now.

- Melanie.
- Pearson?

Are you sure?

No, no, no, no.

That's okay, no it's nothing.

Alright thanks, so I'll get you
a drink at the club
or something.

Everything OK?

Yeah, yeah. It's all settled.

What was that all about?

Oh you know, it was nothing.

Cyrus, he was asking about
a check.

What?

Who called earlier?

- What?
- On the phone.

I told you it was Cyrus.

No, before that.

On my phone.

It was the wrong number.

Don't lie to me. Victor always
lied to me.

- Elizabeth.
- Who was it that called?

I don't know, alright?

I redialled the number, Roman.

It was Melanie Pearson. Now why
is Melanie Pearson calling
my house?

I don't know.

Why was she at the funeral?

What were you two talking about?

Is this some sort of sick joke?

Were you and Victor passing her
back and forth?

You and Melanie planning
something?

Am I next?

Melanie Pearson is dead.

That's a lie.

Melanie Pearson is dead alright.

I heard her being killed on the
phone, OK. Do you understand
that? She's dead.

Then why is she calling here?

- It was Victor.
- Victor is dead.

No, Victor is alive.

I heard his voice.

You're crazy.

No, I'm not crazy.

Alright listen. I know
it sounds crazy but I'm telling
you the truth.

You need to calm down Roman.

Listen, Victor is alive
alright? We didn't kill him.

The poison that we gave...

Freed said that he might wake up
alright? And he did. Victor
is alive.

I am going upstairs. I want you
to go.

Elizabeth, please!

Roman?

Roman what are you doing?

Roman?

Roman?

Hi baby.

Elizabeth?

Roman!

Roman, we're up here!

Come on Roman. We miss you!

Come on Roman. You should never
leave a lady waiting.

Especially not when it's
your turn.

Oh! You got me.

Drop it.

Let her go, Victor.

To the Victor go the spoils.

I mean it.

So what are you waiting for?
Come on.

You already killed me once,

I'm sure you could do it again,
couldn't you?

Couldn't you?

Get on.

If you want her to live,
get on the rack!

Put your leg in the straps.

Lean back.

Lean back!

Now my beautiful wife.

You... are gonna strap my best
friend's arms to the rack.

Strap his arms!

Or he will watch you die.

And then I will watch him die.

Go to hell.

Been there, done that.

Elizabeth, just do as he says.

It's alright.

I'll be fine.

What are you gonna do Victor?

You're not gonna kill him,
are you?

No.

Now pull this lever towards you.

You said you weren't gonna
hurt him.

I said I wouldn't kill him.

Let me clarify that.

I am not gonna kill him.

Victor stop, please.

The rack used to be used to
extort confessions from its'
victims.

It was also used
to punish sinners.

Oftentimes it wasn't even
necessary for the torture to
put the prisoner upon the rack.

They simply forced the person
to watch as another was tortured
in front of them.

Once the prisoner saw the other
person's body torn into pieces

they were more inclined
to confess.

The psychology of waiting
in fear.

Knowing that extreme physical
pain is imminent...

is far more profound than the
actual pain itself.

But this... this baby is
something completely different.

Very interesting baby.

I didn't even have time to ask
you a question. Very,
very telling.

Would you like a side bar,
Counsellor? Or should I keep
badgering the witness?

Victor, it wasn't me.

It was Roman, he planned
everything.

Elizabeth...
Victor, don't listen to her.

She wanted you dead.

I think you both planned it.

I think you're equally guilty.

So, one, two, three.

Victor.

What do you want?

What does Victor want?

No.

Elizabeth. Bitch.

I'm a bitch.

You might want to put something
on that.