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on Friday, Carlos.

Right. While you continue

your dissection of the chest,

I want you to pay particular

attention to the origins

And the insertions

of the different muscles.

For the body is ultimately

reducible to this:

pulleys...

and cables.

As far as the soul,

that still remains

as enigmatic as ever.

Right, begin.

I'm afraid Rick is

no longer with your group.

You three will have

to manage the best you can.

- He dropped out? That was quick.

- Why?

Personal reasons.

Dr. Blackwell, why?

His fiance died

on Friday night.

Carry on.

Hello?

Rick, are you here?

Oh my God.

I'm so sorry.

You want

to talk about it?

She... she bled out.

She just bled out.

We were

in the anatomy lab.

I tried to help her.

I couldn't

do anything, though.

Do you believe in spirits?

It's not important

what I believe in.

Do you?

No.

Are you sure?

Look, I...

I sense things.

Spirits?

I have feelings...

And I know.

You know?

I know.

Alison, I don't understand

what "I know" means.

Something is wrong

with my cadaver,

and I can't get

it out of my mind.

Look, it doesn't make any sense,

okay? Especially to me.

Every once in a while

I get a feeling

in my gut,

And when I do

I'm always right.

I look at her body and I feel

something is wrong.

Alison, what you're

experiencing is normal.

Normal?

You're sensing

spirits at unrest.

It's common

for med students.

But there is no

rational explanation

for how I can

know things.

There doesn't always

have to be.

Well, doesn't it

sound crazy?

Fact is the human mind's

too primitive

to understand the answers

to most of our questions.

Alison, these are

self-Inflicted wounds.

I know.

And you're sensing

this spirit?

- What is wrong?

- Jesus!

For a second I thought...

Well, you're here

awfully late, Dr. Blanchard.

Do you know where

this body came from?

I have no idea.

Can you trace the numbers

on your Polaroids?

What Polaroids?

Please?

No.

It's all up here.

Table number six--

South America.

We import our cadavers

from other countries?

No. She was an American

traveling abroad.

I guess she didn't have any

family so she got shipped here.

- What's this all about?

- I need paperwork.

Not till you tell me

what this is all about.

It's about

her knife wounds.

This woman was either

murdered or killed herself.

Uh-huh.

She's a cadaver.

Is there anyone else who would

know where this body came from?

Just Malcolm.

Where can I find him?

You can't. He hasn't been here

since we prepped the bodies.

You know this really isn't your

business, Dr. Blanchard.

We never

exchanged handles.

Jumpy.

I don't believe this.

Alison, let it go.

I can't.

So what do you got?

Thank you, but I don't want to

get anybody else involved.

I feel like somebody's

going to get hurt.

I want to be

involved with you.

- I got nothing.

- Alison.

No, really,

I have nothing.

The body came from

South America.

The airlines

have to keep records.

I checked already.

It's like their cash cow.

Every flight has at least

three bodies in cargo.

There's dead bodies

on every flight?

Yeah, that bother you?

Yes. I'm not the one

who doesn't believe in spirits.

Multiply three times

the number of flights per day

and length of time Norma

could have been kept and it's--

- It's too much.

- Yeah.

You think

Rick did it?

Killed his fiance?

No way. Why would he?

Why not?

Why?

Close your eyes.

Come on.

Just close your eyes.

Try to feel the sensations

in this room.

I'm not liking this.

Welcome to my world.

What are you doing?

Something's

in this tank.

Help me lock

this down.

- Oh God.

- What is it?

Oh.

Can you hand

me that?

Ugh. Grody.

It's a cadaver tank.

- They keep the bodies in the lab?

- Where else would they?

Oh crap.

What? What?

- I think it's stuck.

- No.

Oh, come on, come on,

come on, come on.

Okay okay.

Whoa, wait.

What are you doing?

We've got to get

the pole out of the tank.

No way. No flipping way.

Just leave it.

What, and run the risk of getting kicked

out of school for multiple reasons?

Yeah!

We're so busted.

Oh God, it's freezing.

Oh...

I still can't reach it.

What are you doing?

The way I see it,

we have two options:

one, we tell Blackwell;

two, we get this pole

out of this godforsaken tank

and forget what

a bad idea this was.

I'm for number two.

Oh, I think I got a head.

I got a head.

Oh, don't pull

it out by the hair.

- What else am I supposed to do?

- Let it go.

Brian,

it's wearing clothes.

- Huh?

- Okay, we're going to Blackwell.

No wait, I almost got it.

I almost got it.

Brian, a clothed body--

this just became a crime scene.

Oh God, don't touch

anything else.

Hey, our prints

are everywhere.

Oh crap.

Ugh, eww.

Oh my God.

I know him.

He works for me.

His name's Ivan Verbukh.

They have

to be connected.

They?

A classmate's fianc

died here last Friday.

- Is that true?

- That is nonsense.

That girl had

a congenital birth defect.

Nothing to do with this.

Pure coincidence.

- Who was the student?

- Rick O'Connor.

The main vessel coming out

of the heart ripped open.

She bled to death.

No chance of a homicide.

Still, pretty big

coincidence.

Take their prints.

Then you can go.

Yes, straight to my office.

I want a word with you two.

Just need your prints

as well, doctor.

My prints are

in the record, officer.

We're going

to need them again.

When do I get

my lab back then?

Prints will be processed

by tomorrow.

The rest--

be done when it's done.

You know, I'd like to think

I treat you people as

intelligent, responsible

human beings.

And I was hoping that maybe

you might reciprocate.

We found the body,

and that's it.

I'm not worried about

what you found.

I'm concerned about why

you were looking in the first place.

I feel a strange

presence in the lab.

Look, I know

something's wrong.

I knew something

was behind those doors,

something it wanted me

to find.

"It"?

- Her cadaver.

- Oh, really?

Yeah.

You know, thousands

of years ago

doctors used to drill

holes in people's heads

to exorcise

their demons.

Kinda crazy, huh?

I know

it sounds absurd,

but I know there are

a number of people in danger.

Enough is enough. We are

scientists, not mediums.

Got it?

Look, I'm not asking you

to understand.

I don't even

understand it myself.

Where did you get this?

You're not helping yourself.

Nobody's going to buy

an insanity plea.

Your professor says

you're a great kid.

So, I have to wonder,

are you really bright

enough to make murder

look like a natural death?

Why'd you do it?

Why'd you kill him, Rick?

Did he see something

he shouldn't have?

Hey, the hospital

only has so much hot water.

Still not enough to get the smell off.

Hold on.

All right already.

Nice abs.

I can't believe you're

staying in this place.

I'm locking myself in

until you come out.

Five minutes.

This place sucks.

Oh, what now?

Ugh.

- Who is it?

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