Unrest Page #5

I've lost four people

from this department--

two assistants,

two students.

These murders are real.

She's still here,

isn't she?

You didn't get rid

of her at all.

Rubbish.

If you're

still an atheist,

I recommend this

as a moment to reconsider.

Damn it.

This will do it.

Look out.

Let me get it.

Here, look out.

Here, I got it.

Guess there

was another.

What do we do

about the detective?

Right now, nothing.

Stupid bastard.

She's been in here the whole time.

- Do you see her?

- She's stuck. She's not coming up.

Come on.

What the hell?

- Want to draw straws?

- What?

Wait, I'll go in.

I'm the man.

Okay.

- Oh sh*t, it's in my eyes.

- Okay.

Brian, please hurry.

Hurry up.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

Brian!

Brian, Brian...

Come on, come on.

Come on, wake up...

Wake up, wake up.

Oh my God.

Hey.

Oh God.

Oh my God.

- Are you okay?

- No.

Come on, look at me.

Look at me.

You okay?

Help me.

Somebody help me.

Help me!

Jesus Christ,

what's happened here?

God damn it,

just help me!

Maybe you should tell me

everything you know.

I already have.

I'm running for help.

Help me.

Help us!

Please!

Somebody help us!

Help!

Help us...

Take him to the O.R.

He's lost too much blood.

Okay, go. Hurry.

Dr. Blackwell.

Dr. Blackwell.

Rest in peace, b*tch.

- University Hospital.

- Hello.

How may I direct your call?

Hello?

- Hi.

- Hi.

How do you feel?

I can't feel my face.

Well, I brought you

some flowers.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

What color are they?

You know, your scars

are kinda sexy.

Okay, so you want the good news

or the bad news first?

Good.

Well, I'm no longer a part

of your medical school class.

No, it was my choice.

I thought if I could

understand the body

I could somehow understand

everything else, but...

What's the bad news?

We're going to Brazil.

We still have to put

her body to rest.

That's good news.

I need a vacation.

Ow.

No way.

We are not

going in there.

- I'll go.

- No no no no. You're staying with me.

Now what?

I don't know.

Is that it?

All life ends

when the body's put to rest

and the soul can pass on.

But you burned the body,

so where did the soul go?

Hopefully... here?

Or it's in the lab...

with the rest

of the unclaimed spirits.

Gowns and gloves, ladies and

gentlemen. Gowns and gloves.

Welcome to Gross Anatomy.

Hurry along now.

We haven't got all day.

That's the ticket.

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