Unrest

An Aztec temple.

Aztecs this far south?

Dr. Covas, we must stop.

This is sacred ground.

This could be the biggest

archeological discovery

of the 21st century.

But the spirits--

they are at rest.

Keep digging.

I want my money's worth.

Fine, leave. We'll just hire others

to do what you won't.

Then the curse

will be in their hands.

Keep digging, digging...

Dr. Covas, we must stop.

It's not worth it.

The spirits--

they are at rest.

Brazil?

That's where she died.

That's not where she's from.

Hospital said

she's a Jersey girl.

Jersey girl? Freaky.

Boxed up and shipped off

to some medical school.

It's a long way to go just to

get hacked up, don't you think?

I know

that's right.

Malcolm,

you remember when

you got your

driver's license,

There was a box you could check

to be an organ donor?

Yeah.

Well, there's another

box you can check

to donate your

body to science.

Never check

that box.

You got extra cheese

on yours, man?

Uh... No.

I think I got extra cheese

on my sandwich, man.

I think she might

like me.

She's using dairy products

to flirt with you?

All I'm saying is I got a little

extra cheese on my sandwich.

I think, you know, yeah, she might be

trying to tell me something.

What do

you think?

Oh-- huh-uh.

Mmm, you got

to be kidding me.

Prep all these bodies

in this stench?

I don't think so.

Dead bodies never

smell good, Malcolm.

I know that's right.

Man, that smell just ain't right.

See, that's why

when I die

I'd like to go out

like a Viking.

A Viking?

Yeah.

See, they build

a funeral pyre,

- float it out to sea...

- Yeah.

...and just let

the body burn.

Vikings had a great

sense of dignity.

Bon voyage, man.

Bon voyage.

- All right, you ready?

- Yeah.

Whoa, we got

a young one.

She's been butchered.

There's some sick

people in this world.

Yeah, well,

sick people aside,

What's she doing

in a cadaver lab?

She's too young

not to have

some kind of family

to take care of her.

I don't know

and I don't need to know.

Best thing about this job--

I don't need to know.

Hey, Malcolm?

Remember that girl...

what was her name?

Angie.

- Angie?

- Yeah yeah. 21, 22?

- Oh, yeah. Blonde, right?

- Uh-huh.

- Brain aneurysm?

- That's the one.

Yep, boy, oh boy.

What a shame.

I mean, the tits

on that girl.

- Bodacious, right?

- What a waste.

Never see anything

like her again.

Now let's not be

too pessimistic,

Malcolm.

There's always hope.

Here we go.

God damn, that's

some ugly p*ssy.

Malcolm, this might

be somebody's mother.

Not my mother.

My mother is in Cleveland.

Ivan, is that you?

Ivan?

Quit playing, man.

Gowns and gloves,

ladies and gentlemen.

Gowns and gloves.

Welcome, welcome

to Gross Anatomy.

Excuse me.

Jesus Christ, it smells

like my grandmother's house.

Well, let's just hope she's not

with us today, shall we?

Formaldehyde and death.

Now no doubt most of you have been

having nightmares about this class

since you got your

acceptance letters.

for your positions.

You're the privileged few.

So, don't abuse it.

I would venture

to suggest

what you learn here--

not just about the human body,

but about yourselves--

will probably be the most valuable

lesson over the next four years.

Right, you have access

to the lab

The code to enter is 6-6-6.

Something...

something easy for you

to associate with this class.

Let's begin.

Groups of four.

- I'm Brian.

- Carlos.

Hey, now. Why don't

you come join us?

You'll have the best

body in the group.

How are you doing?

I'm Carlos.

- Hi. Alison.

- I'm Brian.

Hi.

Don't remember seeing you

at orientation.

- Oh, I just got here.

- Oh, off the wait list?

Uh-huh.

When you pull back your sheets

you may feel lightheaded.

It's all right.

It's quite normal.

Just take a moment

or sit down if you wish.

But know this--

I will tolerate no

disrespect for the dead.

In lesser schools you may

get away with a failing grade.

Here you will find

no such leniency.

Right. You many begin your

dissections with the thorax.

Um, excuse me.

It's Friday.

I mean, the classes don't

officially start until Monday.

We're not

properly dressed.

You're no longer

in college.

Here everyone is

responsible for themselves.

The lab is open

You may do

your dissections

whenever you

and your group chooses.

I'll be here during

normal school hours.

All right.

Carry on. Thanks.

All right, I need to go change.

What do you say we meet back

in an hour and we'll start

slicing up. All right?

Don't be a wuss, man.

A chance to cut

is a chance to cure.

Spoken like

a future surgeon.

Oh my God.

I would not want

to wake up next to Norma.

Norma?

She looks like

a "Norma" to me.

Alison?

Dr. Blanchard?

Dr. Blanchard.

You have any illnesses?

You diabetic?

Huh-uh.

Whoa, take it easy.

Easy now.

Easy does it.

Okay, up you go.

It's nothing to be

ashamed of, you know.

I threw up half my lunch

on the first day.

Lot messier than that.

You can never tell how

it's going to affect you.

Who is she?

No idea. Jane Doe.

Where did her body

come from?

I don't know.

All cadavers have to come

from at least 500 miles away

in case somebody

recognizes them.

Dr. Blackwell,

I felt something in there.

Look, it's your first day, right?

The mind plays funny tricks.

Would you mind if I just stayed here

until class was over today?

I think it's better

if you go back in.

What do you think?

I was this close

to resuscitating you.

Looks like somebody's

feeling better.

Perfect timing.

Saved the best cut

for you.

Look, don't worry,

I'm a little queasy myself.

She's too young.

Something's not right with her.

Murder?

I don't think so.

Look at those

wounds, guys.

Norma was kinky.

Submissive.

- Submissive? What do you mean?

- S&M-- bondage,

flagellation, cutting.

Come on, this is

a human being.

Yeah, and probably

a prostitute-- homeless.

They all are.

How many people do you know donate

their loved ones to an anatomy lab?

Homeless maybe, but

this woman had a child.

Her nipples have

dark pigmentation

matured from

breast-feeding.

Okay, can we not

personalize this?

I'm having a hard enough time looking

at her without knowing her history.

Too much talking,

not enough cutting.

She won't feel it.

All right, give me

the blade back, I...

don't want you

passing out again.

Just give me

one minute.

Good work.

Now remove the breast

tissue by blunt dissection.

Pressure creates heat.

Heat melts the fat,

which exposes your plane.

I don't know about you guys,

but I'm diagnosing myself

with a serious case

of the jitters.

Yep.

All right,

pass the formaldehyde.

It's called "futbol", cabrn.

No it's not, hombre.

Football is football

and soccer is soccer.

Besides, nobody

likes soccer.

- I like soccer.

- The whole world loves futbol.

Thought this

was a team activity.

You need a cellphone.

We couldn't reach you.

Norma didn't want you

vomiting on her again.

Very funny.

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