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ANATOMY

Gloves, Kaminsky, gloves.

The lady's a study aid,
not a fellow student.

Why don't you try it with live women?

Just when I finally found fresh meat...

From tomorrow on,
it'll be river corpses again.

Professor?

There seems to be some kind of anomaly
in the pelvic region.

A penis, perchance?

It's not an anomaly.
Men are different...

...from you women. May I?

Slippery is what it is.

Come in.

Paula Henning. 783 points,
Robert Koch Competition '99.

Second-best score in the country.

Nice going.

I guess that means I've been accepted
at Heidelberg, then.

Yes. If you prefer to spend your summer
with corpses...

...instead of with young men.

The anatomy course with Grombek
is the best.

There's a lotto learn,
and it isn't easy.

- Concentrate, focus.
- I was planning to go to Italy...

- ...but then this of course is a...
- Great opportunity.

With your talent?
You want to chase Italian boys around?

The Italians,
they can't keep their hands off of you.

Right you are.

Sorry.

- She's going to make someone's day.
- Hi there.

- Well?
- Heidelberg!

Hi, Grandpa.

Okay, listen for a minute.

Your liver functions are elevated,
your GFR is less than 20 percent...

...and I just heard, that they're
considering hemofiltration.

They want to increase
morphine to 5 ml,

but they still have to
ask Schwaztzenberger.

Are you in a lot of pain?

Paula, I've been dead since Christmas.

They're torturing me with the machines
we put in when I was running this place.

What about your Robert Koch scores?

Over 700. Second-best score
in all of Germany.

That's my girl. And Heidelberg?

I can't leave you alone like this.

Come off it.

My favorite granddaughter is going
to make me happy and become an M.D.

Not someone who applies bandages
or health insurance bureaucrat.

Like hell!

A physician. My successor.

My pride and joy.

I've got to go, Grandpa. See you.

Do a good deed and yank the plug
on your way out.

Grandpa!

Heidelberg?

Don't worry. Those red spots
are only pubic lice. You'll be fine.

Papa, this is a chance of a lifetime.

Here, use this when you get home.

You could be happy for me for a change.

I had this idea that you'd join me here.

Is that what you said, or am I wrong?

It's that research program with Grombek
I told you about.

If you go there, you're sure to be
accepted at any research institution.

Yes, or end up in a ritzy clinic
of your choice.

Making doctors rich and famous
is what human suffering is all about.

All I want is to have
the best possible education.

I was telling your wife,
he's got a cough...

Stay out of there.

Leave me alone!

Yes. I want to make it big
even though you think it's bullshit.

I don't want to end
up in some third-rate...

Go on.

Go ahead, finish.

At least take the blue one along.
You might want to go out one night.

I'll be too busy for that in Heidelberg.

It's okay to dress like a girl.

I'm not going to get pregnant
and ruin my career.

Thanks. I'll remember that.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way.

Have you apologized to your father?

Believe me, I tried. But he thinks
successful people are crooks...

...just because he's never...

By the way, I know he can't stand the
guy, but Papa needs to visit Grandpa...

...in the hospital.
He's in pretty bad shape.

Do you promise to write me?

It's going to be great. Really great.

Where...

Where am I?

Specimen's awake.

- Anesthesia?
- Keep the circulation going.

Two milligrams of Promidal.

- Have you seen the list?
- Yes.

Anybody interesting on it?

What's happening?

Some guy from Berlin.

- A Henning.
- You're kidding. Henning?

Which Henning?

Paula or Petra. Excellent grades.

A woman would be a novelty, for once.

We could get in touch with her...

...when she arrives in Heidelberg.

ANATOMY

Don't I know you from Munich?

Right, you're in love
with the professor.

You mean the six-handed one? Oh, yeah.

I get so damn embarrassed
when he starts...

I just let him have his fun.

Why not? Then you don't have to go
to his lousy lectures.

Besides, he'd never have the guts
to grab a boob.

So, we're off to Heidelberg.

- You too?
- We can be roommates.

I bet the place is crawling
with cute guys.

What am I saying? Med students?

You never know.

We need a doctor here!

Isn't anyone here a doctor?

Hold these.

He just passed out. It must be the heat.

Hello. Can you hear me?

Easy does it. Can you hear me?
Hello. Do you hear me?

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

Eight, nine, ten, eleven.

You okay? Can you hear me?

Are you okay?

Clear a compartment. Hurry!

Now we know why we've been studying
all this crap for years.

That wasn't a fainting spell.
It was cardiac arrest.

Cardiomyopathy is what it is.

Severe heart failure.

Big heart, small valves.

Now and then, I drop dead.
But otherwise, no complaints.

I'm what you call a textbook case.
If you're nice, you can have my corpse.

First we have to make sure the rest of
your equipment's in good working order.

This is the 435th specialist
or faith healer I've seen.

We're supposed to meet tonight
at some bar.

All they get off on
is that it is such a rare disease.

Doesn't matter. I'm beyond help.

Don't say that. Modern medicine...

Here's my cell number.
We hang out in bars, clubs and movies...

...so, if you need us...

Thanks a lot.

Goodbye, David.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Poor David.

He's too young to be experiencing
heart failure.

You're both from Munich.

We'll let you two
share an apartment, okay?

No alcohol, dogs or cats.
Male visitors are permitted.

We make great pets, you know.

I'm Phil, by the way.
As in, "Fill 'er up."

A comedian. Cute.

Come again?

Homey.

Hello? Anyone here?

All new students
report to the anatomy lab...

...in the new wing. On the double.

- Is this the new wing?
- Yeah, over there.

Are you going to the
orientation meeting?

We're going to the anatomy lab.

That's it.

Wow.

Spacy.

Maybe we're too early.

I'm Paula.

Paula Henning.

I'm Gretchen.

Gabbie. I go to Tazbingen.

I used to date this really cute guy
from there.

We both come from Munich,
but we just met today.

Either I'm completely nuts, or...

I think I saw something...

It like, moved.

That's not very likely.

Of course not.

Do I know your friend?

The one from Tazbingen?

Oh God, I don't like this.

Ha-ha-ha.

What are we, scaring the babes?
Is it some Heidelberg initiation rite?

It can't be.

No way.

It's impossible.

Corpses don't move.

You're real, and you're dead.

Why would a corpse move?

Muscles contract
when the nerves are stimulated.

Nerves react to electrical impulses.

Impulses can be generated.

You send an electrical impulse
to a nerve fiber...

...and that makes the muscle contract,
and you've got movement.

Got it.

There's always a scientific explanation.

All you need is a power cable...

...and if you bungle it,
it'll blow every fuse on campus.

What the hell is this?
A Frankenstein movie?

Some of us have ethics,
you stupid jerks.

One of these days, I'm going to get you.

Asshole.

Excuse me.

They get to have Grombek
all year long here in Heidelberg.

He can be really tough on you.
He's a total sadist.

Of course he's brilliant in his field.
Who do you guys study under?

I studied under Botticelli in Berlin...

...and now I'm doing my internship
at the Sorbonne.

Huber in Munich.

Kehlemann in Emden.

What? There's no university in Emden.

But there's a butcher.

My uncle's a butcher.
He carves like a god.

I'm serious.

You quickly learn tripe from T-bone.

You know how expensive that stuff is?

- A doctor is something...
- Meat's meat, and it has its price.

Hearts cost more than livers.
Implants more than liposuction.

Medicine's the only way to get rich.
And that's why we're here. Right, guys?

- I'm your local Heidelberger.
- Really?

What did you do? Major in steroids?

Do me a favor and let me know
next time you take your clothes off.

I'm really pretty nice.

I know the names of lots of flowers
and I love to hear the birdies sing.

But I happen to be
a med student. Caspar.

Paula Henning.

Your grandfather was dean here, right?

Fundamentals of Neurological Anatomy.
Heidelberg '57.

That's a cute dimple you got there.

Looks like you've been stood up.
I'll get you another one.

- Where's the restroom?
- Come on, I'll show you.

In there.

Students all drink too much.

Probably puked all over the floor.

- Ciao, bello.
- Bye.

This guy, Hein, he's gorgeous.

Honest to God, no matter where
you touch him, solid muscle.

And he takes himself so seriously.
It's so cute.

So? Is there any hope
for you and your new boyfriend?

- My boyfriend?
- You know, tall, dark and weird.

Caspar. I mean, it was pretty obvious...

All you ever do is talk about men!

It's like you're obsessed.

- I came hereto work, not sleep around.
- What a pity!

Finally. It's getting late.

- Is he still under?
- Yes.

Look, we'll make
the first incision here.

Help me! Somebody help me!

Come on.

What a pity.

Dead.

We can't use him anymore.

You hurt?

Just a scratch.

Now what do we do with him?

Pity.

Our modern society prefers to attribute
everything to emotional problems.

The surgeon who cuts out
whatever is sick is no longer of value.

People, as I like to jest,
would rather die in one piece...

...than be cured by modern medicine.

Here in the new wing
of the Department of Anatomy...

...you have access to one of the most
modern labs in the world.

No pain has ever been alleviated
in this room. No patient ever heals.

What we do here,
is establish foundations.

Enhancing the ability
of physicians to save patients...

...or make their suffering
easier to endure.

The basics of modern medicine.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we consider you the best...

...the elite...

...the future of our profession.

When this course is over, a third
or even half of you won't be with us...

...when diplomas are handed out.

Be grateful that we are
so uncompromising.

This strict selection is the essence
of what we are here for...

...and upholds the reputation
this school enjoys.

As you see, Heidelberg is home to one
of the most comprehensive collections...

...of anatomical specimens.

This facility is for the exclusive use
of scientists and students...

...and is invaluable for research
and instruction.

My God.

Fantastic.

Wow. Are these replicas?

No. Genuine human specimens,
plasticized.

All the water and fat is sucked out
of the tissue. They'll keep forever.

See that?

I see what you mean.

Heidelberg University
Kidney Specimen by: Dr. E. Henning.

Ewald Henning. That's my grandfather.

Ms. Henning, we're pleased
that your grandfather is so famous...

...but I'm afraid you'll have to get by
on your own merits.

Following this lecture, you will each
be given a research assignment...

...on which you must turn in a paper
at the end of the course.

You will also be given regular tests.

The first, in three weeks...

...after which,
the six weakest participants

will have to journey homeward.

The same holds true for the second test.

Lectures are held daily
from 7:30 AM until noon.

The anatomy department, lab and library
are open from 6:00 AM until 10:00 PM.

Your evenings and weekends
may be reserved for independent study.

David.

God, it's been like...

...ten years since I smoked a cigarette.

At summer camp we used to sneak
smokes under the covers.

Camp.

Want to know what I did there,
under the covers?

You've got to be kidding.

But, you know what? It didn't taste
any better back then, either.

David's chest was still
covered in bruises...

...from when I gave
him the heart massage.

Magnificent.

Picture perfect.

Couldn't we plasticize the heart and
vasculature and use them as displays?

No. It's too late to preserve
the structure nicely.

Once decomposition sets in...

This is highly interesting.
Your acquaintance is fascinating.

It's a miracle he survived
as long as he did.

And coupled with these aneurysms,
inoperable.

Perhaps you'd care to remove his heart.

Unless you feel it's too much
for a woman to stomach.

You save someone's life
and before you know it, he dies anyway.

We are doctors.

Look, he has cuts and stabs
on his abdomen.

Only medical instruments are that sharp.
I presume he was prepared...

...by a very clumsy dissector.

Asshole.

I refuse to believe this condition
could've killed David so quickly.

Then his veins here.
Look at the jugular.

His blood is like rubber.

He didn't have a blood problem.
He had a heart condition.

Bingo.

David was terminal.
He was a totally lost cause.

You feel guilty because you think
you could've saved him.

We came here to study anatomy,
didn't we?

- Do you want the skull opened?
- I don't think we're ready.

I have to forget I knew him and
examine him like any other patient...

...or I can give up
medicine all together.

I'm going to check his blood.

Professor Grombek, Ms. Henning is here.

My dear colleague. Please, come in.

My gosh, this is fantastic.

This one here is from Central America.

A Papilio Demoleus.

Wonderful. So light. So alive.

About David...

...I wanted to be
sure I did all I could.

Well, your reaction was calm,
collected, scientific.

They called it composure in my day.
Very impressive.

Don't you think it was odd that he...

Both of us realize
that your motives are personal.

Emotional. Feminine intuition.

Any further involvement would be absurd.

- But...
- Would you like a cup of tea?

Or Mrs. Erhardt could make us
some coffee.

We have cookies and biscuits.

I advise you to forget
about your friend.

That is totally not possible.

That's what I mean.

I've never seen blood
with such a strange consistency.

Coagulation must have started
before death set in.

- It's not just kind of gel-like?
- No, it's more...

- ...rubbery-like.
- Was your friend...

...greenish, rather small
and with antennae on its head?

Why green? Let's be serious.

I need you to do a lab test
so I'll send you a sample, okay?

Yeah. Tissue sample?

Yeah, I'll see if I can get you one.

Bernie needs fresh meat.

Liver if possible.
And what's in it for me?

A kiss?

French kiss and a quick feel.

A kiss on the forehead.
You can forget about the feel.

- So long, kiddo.
- So long, big guy.

Your dad?

You must have a very close relationship.

That was a friend. Not my boyfriend.
Oh, God...

Strictly professional.

Caspar, I happen to...

You must think you're really hot stuff.

I think you're really hot stuff.

Come here a sec.

It won't bite.

It's that boy's blood, take a look.

I bet you've never
seen anything like it.

Cardiomyopathy, yeah, right.

- Off to the anatomy lab.
- At this hour?

I need a tissue sample.

If I wait until Monday,
it'll be too late.

What was it you wanted?

Dinner and a movie. Maybe dissect
some bowels. Something romantic.

Okay. Give me an hour.
I'll meet you at the dorm.

Stupid.

The dead don't look any scarier at night
than they do in the daytime.

It's just a university building.

What are you doing here?

- I was just...
- Student.

Your name is?

Paula Henning.

- I just wanted to...
- Does the professor know?

Yes.

Yes, of course he does.

In fact he asked me to see if David,
Number Seven...

I'm trying to find out
who transferred him.

I need to speak to his physician.

Male. Aged 22. Cardiomyopathy.

Yes. Who sent him here?

That's confidential.

I really have to know
who had him transferred here.

It's me.

Just had company.

CREMATORIUM

I've got the tissue samples.

There's something really weird going on.

I've got to find the doctor
who transferred David here.

The cadavers all come from somewhere,
don't they? Okay.

And the dissector has a little book,
and if I could get a...

You're a good kisser.

But your jacket smells of formaldehyde.

You coming swimming with us tomorrow?

Fucking corpses. I'm dead.

I took part in this
competition and I got...

...the second-highest score nationwide.

How did you manage to get accepted
to Heidelberg?

I got the highest score nationwide.

You mean the Robert Koch competition?
The one for seniors?

This is the third time I placed first.

You think those bozos
could still get it up...

...if they knew my IQ
was 50 points higher than theirs?

But Gretchen. What about...

Why Hein?

Every Supergirl needs a superboy,
and this one's super.

- Heinie!
- What?

- Come here!
- Now?

Come on, get over here.

- What?
- Turn around.

Look at this latissimus.
Beautifully defined.

A retro-spine. And here...

Come on. Cut the crap.

Flex please. Gluteus Maximus.

Sweet, huh?

Thank you.

Nothing but shriveled up old geeks
in pathology.

Find one that's too intelligent,
and you could end up falling in love.

Your friend Caspar's got
a nice bod too, huh?

Has he got something nice in his pants?

He's not my...

Come on, all they ever do is sit around
and talk about how big our boobs are.

It's kind of fun to sit around
and talk about dick sizes in public.

Caspar. We were just talking about you
and your little friend.

Friend? What do you mean "friend"?

Carrot or banana?

Have you ever heard of a hospital
in Heidelberg with the initials.

With an exclamation mark?

How did you know?

It's a bunch of doctors.
The Anti-Hippocratic Society.

Where did you see it?

It was branded on a cadaver.

It must have been something else.

The Anti-Hippocratics
are a thing of the past.

They've been banned.

Don't you think this
is getting a bit corny?

You know what I mean.
The lake and stuff.

The sun setting in Heidelberg...

...and the birds singing.

You think kissing is corny?

That's not what I said.

Maybe it's just that dead guys happen
to turn you on more than live ones do.

- Am I right, or am I right?
- Forget it.

Was he right?

The nerve of that asshole.
I don't want to see him again.

Anyway...

AAA is the abbreviation for,
Age Actabile Antihippocrate.

Achieve the achievable?

I couldn't find any specifics,
except that it's a secret society.

A cross between the Freemasons
and a college fraternity...

...with old rituals, a lodge,
the whole thing.

The point is, MDs always follow
the Hippocratic oath and live by it.

You know, helping patients,
healing them and so on.

The Anti-Hippocratics
are totally into research.

Here. "Experimental killing of the few
to ensure the survival of the many."

Crazy, huh?

And here.

"Founded in the 16th century,
it re-emerged during the Third Reich.

"Today, incidents of Anti-Hippocraticism
have been witnessed...

"...in genetics, artificial procreation,
pharmacology."

Now get this. "One of the centers of
the movement during the early 1900s...

"...and the Nazi era was...

...Heidelberg."

And David...

He's ideal for illegal experiments.

He's a young patient.
A rare disease at an advanced stage.

His case was textbook.

No shit. You mean Dr. Singer
and Heidelberg are conducting...

...illegal experiments to...

I knew it.

I've had the runs.

A case of diarrhea like that
simply has to be Anti-Hippocratic.

Seriously, it really itches.

In fact, I think somebody
has branded me on the ass.

- What? Promidal?
- You got it.

Promidal. Evil stuff. Once upon a time
it was a favorite of taxidermists.

It's plasma-protein based,
so it extracts all the salt.

It plasticizes the
tissue almost instantly.

The bloodstream transports
a shot of the stuff into every cell...

...in the sad dog's body.

You let it harden, and Rover's
all set for the display case.

It was banned. SPCA and all that crap.

The more you inject
into the subject's body...

...the more the blood thickens,
and the harder it is for him to move.

And pretty soon, statue time.

Paula, you still there?

Chemical structure is totally simple.

An ordinary saline solution
could probably counter it.

Only question is,
how did it get into your friend's blood?

Yeah, I miss you too. And your cute ass.

Come again?

What?

That's nasty.

What's going on?

My father.

No smart ass remarks this time? Amazing.

Gretchen, I found out...

Hey, Hein.

Hey, Phil.

We were doing our anatomy homework.

About David,
I got the histology report back.

Stuff's called Promidal.

Paula's uncovering
a conspiracy. It's cool.

It's all about doctors who tattoo
their initials on their patients' asses.

Anti-Hippocratics.

I wish I knew what kind of experiments
they were going to do on David.

I need to go back to the anatomy lab.

Sorry to interrupt.

No problem.
Phil couldn't get it up anyway.

Phil, it's hormones. Erectile tissues.

Come on, we're all doctors here.

We're going to go eat and then
try again. You want to join us?

For dinner, I mean.

No, but thanks anyway.
Have fun. I mean, good luck.

Professor. I need to ask you something.

Can you imagine why anyone would want
to inject Promidal into a heart patient?

Promidal. I consider
that highly unlikely.

I'm not a heart specialist but...

That boy with the cardiac condition,
I had his blood tested.

Didn't we decide
to forget about your friend?

What do you mean?

Don't you have a research assignment
you should be attending to?

Have you even begun to prepare
the histology report?

I thought I'd do it tomorrow
before the lecture.

By the way, would you mind very much
citing the differences between...

...acute myelocytic leukemia...

...and acute lymphatic leukemia?

It seems you've cut
yourself by accident.

These knives are sharp.

- Grombek hates me.
- I figured it out.

You're not even good. You're stuck-up
because you're so stupid.

Cutting yourself like that. Press down.

You're good...

...at this.

Women make great nurses.

I mean,
you really know how to touch a guy.

You're so dexterous.

Tell me, in general,
do you think it's corny here?

Ms. Henning.

Are you still interested
in the Anti-Hippocratic Society?

I think I should come over tonight
and visit you.

About 10:30 PM, 11:00 PM?

Do you want to try some place else?

I keep asking him, "Why the hell
are you cutting the eye out?"

The guy's lids had turned black because
the body had been lying around so long.

And then he's like, "No, no.
This is easy."

Despite the fact half his brain
was splattered everywhere...

...from when he dropped it earlier.
Whatever.

I know this.

"Practiced into the early 18th century
as a warning to traitors...

"...who were going to be punished.

"Three slits across the offender's
left cheek with a scalpel.

"Three cuts to the throat,
chest and abdomen."

Hello?

Don't move. I got a knife.

What are you doing in my room?

Is Gretchen here?

I just wanted to talk to her because...

Man, look at this mess.
Some kind of maniac is trying to...

What's the matter, Hein? Did I hurt you?

No, it's Gretchen.
I don't think she loves me anymore.

Come on. So you're having problems
with your relationship.

Gretchen feels really lousy too.

And don't come back.

We don't want your kind in here!

Keep your pants on, Grandpa!

The Four Seasons offered
to pay me cash...

..."to leave the premises immediately."

Can you believe we got a free meal?

My dessert?

Lover, you're turning
into a real savage.

But little Gretel only lets
really hard Hansels in.

Is there something I'm missing here?

Anatomy test.

And to think I had a ruptured prostate
on this very table this morning.

Did I say something wrong?

I'm sorry.

Game over?

Darn.

Why are those things
always so sensitive?

They look so uncomplicated
when they're dissected.

Most of the time,
women don't even try to understand men.

I'm not the world's most outgoing
person. You know what I mean?

But I still have feelings
and I'm sensitive.

I know you can't tell
from the way I look,

my being so strong on the outside...

- You're bored. Should I...
- No.

You know,
I really care a lot about Gretchen.

- Am I...
- No.

Hein was just getting ready to...

No really, I...

Right Hein? Weren't you just...

I don't want to interrupt
if you guys have something...

You can stay if you want.

Don't worry about it. Some other time.

Is he... No, I should...

Wait a sec. You were going to tell me
something about the...

You'll be fine.

What's that?

- I had a run-in with a cadaver.
- Oh, really.

Give my love to Gretchen.

I wouldn't want to make her suffer.

- Four?
- Yeah, baby.

You're my fifth failed attempt.

And to think sex on the job
is the most normal thing in the world.

You are an absolute
nightmare for any guy.

Poor little Phil.

What a disgusting bunch of lowlifes.
God sent me hereto punish you.

Is it already over?

Oh, Gretchen.

Such a lovely body.

Such an ugly little whore at heart.

Do you have any idea
how much you hurt me?

How much I loved you?

Did you think I didn't
have any feelings?

- What did you give me?
- That's it. No more sluts for me.

What the hell did you inject me with?

Sorry, it's all over between us.

And it's all your fault.

Just so you know,
I gave you 15 milligrams.

It's a pretty heavy dose.

In fact, it should kick in any second.

How's your blood?

Is it getting rubbery?

Gotcha!

I get it. You want out.

Here, let me help you.

But I really don't think
you're going to make it.

Want to bet on it?

You make it to the threshold,
and I'll let you go. Deal?

On your mark, get set, go.

Gretchen! Gretchen! Go, go, go. Yes!

Just a few more inches!
She just might make it!

But then...

Too bad.

What's happening to me?

You beautiful being.

Don't be afraid.

You see, from now on...

...you'll be mine.

Everyday door is open.

Today I come. Closed.

Door is always open.

What the fuck is this?

Some kind of student prank.

You two can go now.

Clean up later, okay?

We always clean up later.

Yesterday I found half an intestine
under the fucking table.

What a fucking mess. Fucking students.

Just pray you don't get one of those
fuckers operating on you someday.

Gunter, do you think you can manage
just one sentence without "fuck" in it?

Have a little respect for the dead.

Fuck it.

Okay, you stiffs,
who wants to get carved up first?

- Stop it.
- Number Five.

- Sixteen.
- Sixteen.

- Three.
- Three.

- And Six.
- And Six.

Hey, it won't open.

Have the fucking janitor fix it later.

We'll take the one next to it instead.

They cut off his head.

If the Anti-Hippocratics
want to scare me...

...then it proves
I'm really onto something.

If it's real blood, it will never
wash out the sheets, that's for sure.

It's better than brain matter.
I once ruined a cashmere sweater.

Stop putting me on!
I mean right here in Heidelberg...

...there's a criminal organization.

How does the threat go?
The next blood will be your own?

So, the rituals and symbols are ancient
and outdated. Okay.

But illegal and unethical
medical research...

...is anything but antiquated.

Come on. Blood in a co-ed's dorm bed?

That's something only
Phil could think of.

Where is Phil, by the way?

Anybody here seen Phil?

Not entirely.

And that, ladies and gentlemen
is what makes diverticulitis...

...such a classic disease
in the western world.

As you can see, radiological
diagnosis will often result...

...in random findings at best.

Diverticulosis is usually not associated
with any concrete symptoms.

Most patients will have little reason
to consult a physician until...

...the inflammation has reached
an advanced state...

...mostly relating
to a form of appendicitis.

Common among elderly patients.

In some cases, the physician can detect
a spastic colon, human explanation.

It feels almost like a cylinder
in the left, lower quadrant.

For now, I wish you all
a very pleasant weekend...

...and I needn't remind you
of our little test on Monday.

Look on the bright side. Those of you
who pass will have more room to work...

...and get to cut up more cadavers.

Hey, Paula.

I want you to know
how much I appreciate...

...your help and all the time
you took for me yesterday.

It does a lot of good to know...

...that somebody really cares about you.

By the way, I settled
things with Gretchen.

I thought she went away for the weekend.

- Look, I brought you a present.
- You didn't have to.

Cardiomyopathy - AAA! - No storage.

From Gretchen.

You really should drop all this bullshit
about that loser, David Rolof.

You're messing with our research.

David's body was worthless.

He was dying. He was terminal.

It's so obvious.

I really like you, but...

Is this one of your med school pranks?

Hein! You crazy fucking psycho!

Quiet down. We're not alone here.

The cellular customer
you have called is unavailable...

So, there's not even a body.

There was, but...

And you don't know this mysterious
David's last name, or his address.

Or maybe a ZIP code.

Oh well, at least we know
he had a brand on him.

It's the secret fraternity.
The Anti-Hippopotamus...

- Anti-Hippocratics.
- Anti-Craptics.

You've got to understand...

What about Gretchen...

...Margaret Mollman?
It's been days since...

Come on, so a co-ed didn't sleep in
her bed last night, what's the big deal?

A medical student.

What, a severed finger?

Remember last year, when those med
students, those girls came in...

...and reported a headless cadaver
twitching in the anatomy lab?

They used a high voltage wire.

Still chasing bogeymen?

Gretchen?

Gretchen?

Caspar?

Sorry. Is Caspar...
Have you seen Gretchen?

Yeah, maybe she's...

Dear Gretchen,
trying to reach you urgently, Paula.

You have to come. Forget the others.
This is our project.

Okay, see you.

Have you seen Gretchen?

No, but I think I heard somebody
in the anatomy lab.

Gretchen!

Christ.

Gretchen's on table Three.

Or was it Four?

I'm sick of your stupid jokes,
you psycho.

Where's Gretchen?

Look around. Come on.

You're the curious one.

- Have you completely...
- Come on, whore!

Find your fucking whore girlfriend!

Afraid of the dead?

Three or Four?

Three or Four?

Maybe she's still alive.

But then, maybe not.

Jokes.

Jokes and gags.

Stupid college gags. All dead.

Grungy, old, rotting flesh.

Gags.

Just joking, Paula.

Paula!

Not afraid of me, are you?

Paula!

Wait up.

Wait up!

Don't be afraid.

I just want to talk.

Just talk.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

I was just joking.

Wait.

Hold on!

I was kidding.

It was only a joke.

MORGUE

Hello?

Is anyone here?

What are you doing here?

Relax. You're safe here.

The lodge is off-limits.

The lodge of the
Anti-Hippocratic Society.

You, too?

Yes, of course.

We are only interested
in the future of medical science.

Most of us are unspectacular.

We don't restrict ourselves
to narrow-minded traditions.

You've got psychos with knives
terrorizing people.

Loud-mouthed little boys
who like scaring little girls.

Do you really think we would get
any research done...

...if we paid attention
to ethical principles?

Heidelberg has a reputation to maintain.

Do you know when we last won
the Nobel Prize?

This is about our leading role
in the medical field.

Funds for research.

Commissions from
the pharmaceutical industry.

This is about financing the education
of the elite.

Your little research assignments.

Where do you think the tissue samples
come from?

I was wondering...

Why not ask yourself
how one of these "ethics" commissions...

...would feel about leukemia patients
being tested...

...without their knowing about it first.

- I had no idea...
- Of course not.

And who really cares?

And the terminal patient barely notices.

They all want to be healed, but don't
want to suffer the consequences.

But the atrocities committed
by the Anti-Hippocratics...

Oh, my God, Mengele. So, he went awry...

...like a few other Nazi physicians.
Go ahead, condemn them.

But no one has ever recognized
the achievements of those men.

Especially in the field of anatomy.

At the time,
your grandfather developed Promidal.

- What?
- Yes. He was grand master of the lodge.

He was here until the end of the war.

But I thought you knew.

Yes, your grandfather.
They were only prisoners.

All critically ill. All worthless lives.

But they were such fantastic specimens.
Dissected alive.

Honey, you made it, thank God.

- Did someone call you?
- Call me? Why?

About your grandfather.

What's going on?

But he needed to know...

...how horrible he was.

We can cut open a body,
and examine it down to the last cell...

...and can't even come close
to the nature of the human soul.

You mean it's true?

You love him, and then you hate him.

And I've known that
for the last 50 years or so.

The human specimens we worked on
were all in articular mortis stage.

Two carcinomas, one leukemia,
one cardiomyopathy.

All terminal. As for the other
aforementioned cases...

...I admit I'm guilty
of bending lodge rules.

You leave the lodge out of this.
We're looking at butchery.

The murder of fellow students!

You're a criminal, no other word for it.

Yes, I violated the rules
of the Anti-Hippocratic Society...

...and accept the punishment
awaiting me.

Young man, our lodge is a service.
It's dedicated to the furthering...

What? Dedicated to a cult mambo jumbo
to justify forbidden drug testing?

So you can cash in
on the pharmaceutical industry?

The Anti-Hippocratic Society has
always placed itself above the laws...

...and prevailing morality
of their peers.

It's because of your petty greed
that all our ideals are crumbling.

You have the nerve...

I know the rules.

What we do is real research.

Not your bullshit by-the-book medicine.

Who cares about the complaints
of an old lady...

...who's going to be six feet under
in a few months?

Just look at each and everyone
of our specimens.

That's what science is all about.
Everlasting research for mankind.

As his professor and grand master,
I accept full responsibility.

A jealousy killing
has nothing to do with the lodge.

I'm turning the case over to the police,
despite the consequences...

...even to me, personally.

You can't do that.
Do you hear me? You can't do that!

You're making a big mistake.

You've reached the Henning family.
We're not in right now...

...but please leave a message after
the tone and we'll get back to you soon.

My name is Grombek.

This is a message for Ms. Paula Henning.

It's urgent you call me.

Heidelberg 231796.

Or come to my office first thing
in the morning.

We appear to have...

...a much bigger problem
on our hands than we thought.

The police...

I know I've never been
a very good doctor.

I haven't got your
talent for it.

I've made my peace with it.

But you've got the talent, Paula.

You've got guts.

You can handle things differently.

"Come to the specimen room
tonight at 8:00."

"Grombek."

Not until tonight?

Caspar's up in our room, studying.

Everyone is cramming for the exam.

Have you seen Gretchen anywhere?

No.

What happened?

Gretchen still hasn't shown up,
and my grandfather's...

Come on in.

Didn't Gretchen and Phil
want to leave for the weekend?

Yeah, it's just that...

By the way, I meant to tell you...

Professor?

Professor Grombek?

No!

You know, I really loved her.

She's my greatest achievement.

Isn't the human body fascinating?

Such a clever design.

Incredibly intelligent system.

Yet, so breathtakingly beautiful.

Isn't that why we went into medicine?

See how brilliant the colors are?

Her flesh is as fresh, as if...

...life were frozen in time.

Promidal is not just used
to preserve rotting flesh.

Look, I was forced to cheat.

I had to use someone
else's carotid artery.

It's funny,
Gretchen's had this stupid twist to it.

But here...

...her heart. Fantastic.

And her face, was meant for me.

When I'm alone, I can put it on.

You don't get it!

Most people don't.

Gretchen will be
beautiful for me, forever!

And you will be beautiful, too.

That wasn't nice.

I've been looking for you...

...because I wanted to explain...

And then that psycho showed up
and went at you with a hypodermic.

He gave me a shot?

And what a shot.

Quick Caspar, hypotonic saline solution.

Ten percent sodium chloride.
Give me an IV.

This is lousy timing...

- ...but I'm not a doctor.
- What?

I'm a historian.

I'm doing my thesis
on the Anti-Hippocratic Society...

...from its roots until 1945.

There's a mixture behind the door,
in the cabinet.

Hurry!

All I really wanted
was access to the library.

They don't like outsiders.

In the back.
The bottle of sodium chloride.

What?

It says, "N - A-C - L" on it.

Here you go.

I had to blow my cover at the exam.

I got all the information I need.

Tell me. Do you think that shot
had anything dangerous in it?

- Caspar.
- Oliver...

...actually, Kaufman.

Whatever. Pull out the plunger.

- Yeah.
- Hurry.

No, other way around.

Like this? Reminds me of the movies.

And then, get the air out?

- Show me your behind.
- No, IV, intravenous...

...like junkies in the movies.

No, I can't do this.

Caspar, give me the saline solution...

...or I'll die. Please.

Hurry. Go into the vein
at a lower angle.

Not bad for an historian, Caspar.

Oliver.

Just in case, don't you think
we should call a hospital?

Tell me, what was the Promidal doing
in your medicine cabinet?

Promi what?

Promidal.

It's the stuff they've been using
to kill people.

Caspar?

It's...

...our bathroom.

It's my deodorant, too.

What the hell?

I'm not a med student.

I'm only interested in history.

Look at these.

They were all drawn
by Paula's grandfather.

A cross section of the sex act.

One could call this the eternal hard-on.

Or to be precise, half a hard-on.

I only injected three units into you.

I'd say you've got
about four hours left.

Provided you hold still and don't move.

We even added a painkiller.

You being a med student and all...

...it must be pretty interesting.

Just think, you can
watch yourself being...

Want a hash cookie?

If you catch a buzz beforehand,
it could really make your day.

Did you fuck her, too? The little whore?

Who? Gretchen?

Enough with the jokes.

Quit feeling me up.

You're hardly in a position
to be making dumb jokes.

Oh, my God!

You impotent asshole.

Shut your mouth
or I'll slit your vocal cords.

What are you doing?

I'm taking care
of this arrogant son of a bitch.

You're a bunch of fucking maniacs.

- I don't believe this is happening.
- Shut the fuck up, asshole!

Will you shut the fuck up?
It won't do you any good...

What the fuck?

Where's the saline solution?

It's you, asshole. I see you now.

Would someone please sew me back up?

You're all fucking crazy!

Cock-a-doodle-doo. Cock-a-doodle-doo.

She's got blood on her shoe.

Paula! Paula?

Just joking, asshole.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Well?

What is it?

It's all still there.
Don't be such a sissy, Caspar.

Who knows what kind of permanent
damage could have...

Besides, my name is Oliver.

Don't be afraid. I'll heal you.
I'm a doctor.

You're not even certified yet.

How corny.

You know, it's enough to make you sick.

Ludwig was always a little off the wall.
But Hein?

Hein was actually...

...brilliant. A genius.

Yeah, some genius. Sure.

Did you see what happened to her?

I mean, Gretchen.

Before the police...

I know. Absolutely brilliant.

Apart from that,
he was a pretty nice guy.

Right?

Especially at the lodge meetings.

It's sad about the lodge.

I'm going to an emergency hospital
in Berlin.

I hear the lodge is cool there.

They do anesthesia experiments
on patients, don't they?

What about you?

I'll be taking over
my father's practice.

Private practices aren't subject
to a whole lot of inspection.

So there's more room to play around.

Has it been decided who'll be
taking over for poor old Grombek?

- Maybe Stevers.
- And?

Is he also...

Tradition.

- Morning.
- Good morning, Mr. Taxidermist.

How are you today?

Same as every day.

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