It's possible.
Get outta here.
Why, most women at one time or another faked it.
Well, they haven't faked it with me.
Ohh, right right, I forgot, you're a man.
You don't think that I could tell the difference?
Oh, Ohh, Ohh...
Hey, you ok?
Oh, Ohh, Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, Ohh... Ohh, right there! Yes! Yes!
Ohh, Ohhh...
I want what she's having. Yeah, we're going to hell.
Fuck me, please.
You're bad. I'm gonna be late for my flight.
I don't care.
- I can not see you for three whole months. - Don't be a baby.
I love you.
Careful, I may just marry you and ruin your life.
You better...
Fine, go be with your...
dead people, Doctor.
Figuring out how they die is gonna help people.
Your hands are so cold.
Time's gonna feel like nothing ok.
I miss you already.
- Love you. - And I love you.
T.. Ted Gray?
- Ben Stravinsky. - I am. Ben Stravinsky.
- Take it you'll be showing me around? - Ted Gray, I'm all over it.
Here we are.
County morgue. Ze real banana.
If you check out from any unnatural or
unexplained cause within the city limits will end up here.
As resident we get full access.
Ah right. This it Pathology Room No. 1.
It's been pretty slow lately, but...
holiday season's around the corner, it should hopefully pick up.
Certain people around here couldn't possibly be anymore annoying.
Beg your pardon?
- Oh no. - What?
Some of these guys last year, they decided that...
...they were gonna be God's gift to this place.
Hey, you have a girlfriend?
As pathologists, we'll learn the nature of disease and its causes...
its processes, development, consequences.
But far from more than that.
I'd like to think that the pathologists has offered a window to God if you will.
Now, it maybe said...
the pathology is a study in all things human, save for the soul of course.
But it is in that particular branch of pathology known as forensics
that we will delve into what it means to be inhuman.
You will see the perversion...
and the corruption of the flesh by all means unnatural.
By violence.
By toxins.
By madness.
And then we will work backwards, always back...
To that original pristine design to determine the offending cause of death.
Dr. Morris?
- Oh, you're... - Hi.
Dr. Stravinsky, I want you to hunt down Jake Gallo.
Tell him, I want to see him chop-chop.
Yes sir.
Ahh... quite a pleasure. I've heard a great deal about you.
How was Africa?
Was a challenge. Quite humbling though.
- A very privileged year. - Indeed.
I spoke to your future father-in-law this morning, he's quite proud of you, you know.
And Gwendolyn.
Have had the chance to see her since you've been home?
- Only briefly. - Oh, that's a pity.
I have known that girl since she was barely out of braces.
She's become quite a woman.
You are indeed privileged and evidently quite talented.
Dr. Morris.
Dr. Gallo.
I would like you to meet Dr. Gray.
Hello Doctor Gray.
Ted comes to us top of his class from Harvard.
Eighteen weeks at Bellview in New York city.
Ohh, patient?
Before being accepted in the...
UNICEF program in Legos, where he has been for the past four months.
Bleeding heart. I cut one of those in half this morning.
Jake is our young... star in residents.
Single-handedly solved the Hordon family murders.
If it weren't for a little...
student internship, I think the FBI would still be fingering around.
Damn.
I expect you two would get along quite well.
Doctors, this is a simple case of kidney failure.
Blood in the urine, general swelling.
Hey, look at his skin. Looks like cheddar cheese.
- Excuse me. Pardon my interject. - By all means.
He may interject?
Given the boy's medical history,
I believe he died during a state of hypoxia and asthma attack.
Fresh out of medical books.
Oh forgive me, that...
seems more like a hypercondural conclusion than an answer for the deceased.
11 year old boy, overweight.
This last report, Daniel stated he's been ridiculed at school for his weight.
The weight he started gaining...
when he began taking Pediapred to treat an acute asthma condition.
You'll gonna notice there's no trace of the steroid in blood or bladder.
- Blah blah blah blah blah. - Is there a problem?
- Doctor please, continue. - He stop taking the steroid.
In his mind the abuse he suffered from his peers for being fat was worse than
...the asthma itself.
Finally during a field-trip to the zoo, he died from a severe attack.
One can't disregard psychology when forming a diagnosis.
Ted Gray! Home Run! No question about it. Acute asthma.
Uhh... no.
I think it's coagulated nasal mucus.
Death by booger.
Sorry man, I didn't see you there.
You wanted to know if there was a problem?
- There is one. We don't like you. - That's not a problem.
Yeah, so I met Dr. Morris today.
I think the guy still has a crush on you
or me.
Can't be too sure.
Yeah, yeah I'm st.. of course I'm still excited. The place is beautiful.
The school's beautiful, everything's beautiful.
You're beautiful.
Hey, I gotta get up in four hours, you're corrupting me.
Yeah, I love you too. Bye.
Alright everybody, gather around.
I want you to meet my friend Carl.
- Hello Carl. - Hey Carl.
Now several weeks back, his doctors recorded that Carl
was experiencing frequent nauseous,
discomfort while urinating, dizziness. - You're describing my weekend.
His symptoms increased in severity until Carl decided it's was time to pay us a visit.
Jesus. You killed him.
Oh ohh Jesus!
Dr. Gray has quite nicely severed the parametral tract.
Disconnecting Carl's nerve from his brain,
which had momentarily forgotten it was dead.
A decidedly entertaining although unnecessary display of skill. Thank you.
- Dr. Gray. Dr. Gray. - Ted.
- Ted Gray - Ben Stravinsky.
That was pretty over the top today huh?
Yeah.
- I'm sorry, you were saying? - Oh... no... the whole...
Take care.
No, yeah.. of course, of course. It's just like pap... it's pretty cool.
This is what we like to call the food stand.
You guys haven't even got that cage open yet?
Why are we here?
All of us. In here instead of out there.
Why?
Because we prefer the company.
This kind of company.
Am I right?
Vernish.
When I think about them, you know, out there...
...in their rooms, on the streets, utilising public transportation...
...downloading pornography, ordering their lives out of catalogs...
...shitting out processed foods, cashing welfare checks...
...opining, bitching, moaning, consuming, copulating...
...and multiplying. It makes me sick.
What we need, brothers and sisters, is less of them
and more of this.
Don't you agree, Dr. Gray?
I can see your point, not sure I agree.
Ah well, nobody's perfect.
Not even you, Dr. Gallo.
Ohh God!
You don't wanna be cutting into the poop pipe, kid.
That stuff will kill you.
Well, we gotta go at some point right?
In that case, wanna come and join us? We're heading to Thirteen Stones.
Ohh... doctors' in.
Mother fucker... Fucking hurts man!
Alright.
Ah ahh...
- To the dead! - To the dead!
Ok. Guys, let's play tell the truth. Question.
If you could kill anyone and get away with it, who would you kill?
The guy who invented condoms.
Fuck that guy.
- Griffin. - I don't know.
C'mon it's an easy question, Griff.
You maybe.
Oh I'm sorry, did you want to fuck me that bad?
Just your skull.
Trust me Dr. Cavenaugh, it's not as good as it looks.
I am interested in what Dr. Gray has to say.
Yeah, c'mon Teddy.
You guys want the truth or something clever?
- The truth. - Just something clever.
Truth is ya'll full of shit.
Well go on, elaborate.
I mean, who needs motif, who needs a reason to kill.
Just today, Jake, you opened a 16 year old boy
who was shot in the stomach because somebody wanted his fucking Ipod.
What kind of reason is that?
We're animals. It's in our nature to kill. Basic, simple.
You should've all figured that out by now.
And of course, if we were civilized or socialized, we'll be seating around
talking about it over a beer, we don't actually do it.
But could we really get away with it?
To kill anyone? Anyone at all?
Would you kill anyone? Anyone at all?
Good show! Now that's a man after my own heart.
Griff, waddaya say we get some shots?
I wonder about you.
Quit flirting with Teddy, we have to go soon.
Go play with the boys.
So, where're you from?
Where am I from? Maybe we should just get past that.
Ok.
Drink up. We're outta here.
Where're we goin?
Oh no, not we.
- We. You can take a cab. - Cool.
I'm sorry man.
Aww, don't be hurt. Have another beer.
Tomorrow night, just you and me.
Oh yeah? Doing what?
Nothing too exciting.
- W.. Watch out! - Whoaa!
- What the f...? - That guy was in my fucking lane.
Hello! It's dead.
C'mon, I want you to see something.
- Fuck! - Shhh...
How many?
How many do you see?
- One fitty. - Fitty?
One fitty!
Look bro, here's 80 bucks.
Last in to walk and talk.
Watch your step!
Hey, how's the herb?
You nervous?
No, but I think it's staying in my pants.
You sure about that?
Hey sport!
Shit!
Is this for real?
Hey sexy!
Fuck!
This is an illustration Dr. Gray of why I hate doing it.
- This is fucked up man. - Yeah, you think?
Ok, get me the fuck outta here!
You sure? I mean we're already paid up.
Ok, let's go!
I want you all to work closely with me on this one.
Sorry.
You smell like a liquor cabinet.
Doctor Bentwood, will you do the honour?
Harper Johnson, 40.
Convicted murderer, recently paroled, subject was found...
One fitty!
I have to go out.
Forget to use the little boy's room, Dr. Gray?
All the blood tests are negative.
Alright, we have four scenarios running. We have to narrow this down.
You want to present first?
Sure!
Simple assignment. The subject was stabbed, excessively.
A minor struggle ensued, and he was shot at the back of the head.
Cause of the death, a gunshot wound to the brain.
The lack of blood from the head and...
the gradations of color from the toraxic cavity of the neck, would tell us otherwise.
He would've lost too much blood to live by the time he was shot in the head.
I think it was a mark, like a gang sign.
They probably watched him die and then shot him.
Exsanguination via stab wounds.
Alright, let's discuss the trauma on the left side of the head.
Any information of the meninges?
It's a domino effect in a trauma of a gunshot wound.
I don't think so.
You wouldn't find any information after a fatal wound like this.
The subject was obviously struck in the head on the left side with a bat or kick
or one hell of a hard punch.
Look, there's a left epidural hematoma...
which caused injury to the right temporal lobe from shifting in the skull.
This could've happened in the original confrontation.
What concerns me more, is this discoloration.
Well the blood tests did negative.
Well, a solution of potassium cyanide, will leave no trace in the blood
or organ tissue sample detectable by standard tests.
Besides the stains on Harper's clothes were 70% plasma.
Most of the blood began coagulation before exsanguination.
So whether he was moved or not...
majority of the blood remains in the body.
I say we run a post-mortem Chem-7 on his major organs
to evaluate his potassium levels.
You really think he was poisoned?
Six to seven hours before cuts were made to his body the gunshot, followed shortly after.
You know there was actually gunpowder...
...in the stab wounds. Didn't anyone else notice?
I agree with Ted.
Signs of livor mortis, algor mortis, rigor mortis, in the percede external wounds.
It's possible that the poison was injected directly into the heart,
be it the left axle or sub scapular regions
or the lungs, be it the intercostals spaces...
enabling the killer to use less of a solution.
This will allow it to go undetected while still getting the job done.
Lemme get this straight... Are you proposing
that the man was poisoned with potassium cyanide
then the killer waited 7 hours, stabbed him 18 times
and then shot him in the back of the head?
- I realise this is highly improbable. - That's an understatement.
However, we will explore it. I will order Chem-7 and we will re-convene.
Ladies, gentlemen.
Nicely done. Might be onto something here.
Hey, meet me here tonight, 9pm.
You truly have a gift Ted.
Wh.. What? You gonna bum-poke me?
- Let's go. - You're late.
This's where you bring all your dates?
Now this wing is over a 100 years old.
Obsolete.
If I'd, I'll tear it out and re-built it someday.
So, impress me.
You killed him.
Maybe.
The point is, how?
That is this? A game?
Exactly! It's a game.
I don't fucking believe this.
- C'mon get over it, will you. - Get over it?
There are 6.5 million people in this city, Ted, trust me
this asshole will not be missed.
Really?
You can't say he didn't have it coming. Right?
Yeah, he was not exactly a boy scout. Is that what you want me to say?
Not exactly a boy scout Ted, he was irredeemable filth.
That was his grandmother, by the way.
But really, who needs a reason.
We're animals. It's our nature to kill.
Remember?
Why show me this?
I don't know, Ted.
I thought the intellectual challenge might be of interest to you.
Was I wrong?
No. No, I find it extremely fucking interesting.
Good. So, what's your theory?
I stay to my case.
Potassium Cyanide?
What are you? Some kind of serial killer?
Oh...
I obviously misjudged you.
Maybe you should just
run along home before the others get here.
The others?
Seriously man, get the fuck outta here.
- Yes? - How do you know I won't tell?
Because there so happens to exist,
distinct physical evidence putting you at the crime scene at the time of death.
I know because I placed it there.
And if I was amind to it I could prove with mathematical certainty
and beyond reasonable doubt that you were the one that did it.
But none of that really matters if you're the boy I think you are.
You won't tell because that would mean the game is over.
And you never got to play.
I don't know if you've heard but we got the results back on our black male. Negative.
I heard. I'm sorry sir.
No, no, no, privileged from time to time.
- Interesting theory. - Thank you. - Well, carry on.
Teddy!
What're you doin here?
It wasn't potassium cyanide...
because there was no ragged stippling in the red blood cells.
The blood was hypo or smaller.
It was nitric acid.
You brought him a bottle. A gift.
You shared a drink with him, but you didn't drink.
You mixed athenol and nitric acid with the alcohol.
Probably a flavor to alcohol to mask the bitter taste.
Using a needle would've been too dangerous...
...because any first year fucking med student would know to look for the mark.
You cut him up when he was still alive but unconscious.
So there was no struggle.
Then you put him in the back of your truck, drove him to fourth avenue
and shot him in the back of the head.
Mother fucker. Ah, you are good.
Hey, you wanna play the game, you gotta bring something to the table.
Comprendo?
So Jake told you about the game?
It's alright, you can say it.
So, are you in?
I don't know.
- You know what you have to do, right? - Yeah.
I get the idea.
It's an interesting case.
You know it's always me that ends up with the dirt. It's a waste of a goddamn ICU.
Mother fucker shoots his wife and two kids, execution style
then he shoots himself in the throat
two more in the stomach and he still couldn't get it done.
Double his morphine. I'll check back in a couple of days.
- He's strapped in. - Lot of pain.
He tried to pull out his wires. He see devil soon I think.
- Oh my God, stop the bus. We need a doctor. - Someone call 911.
- Is anybody a doctor? - Is she breathing?
- Teddy? - Hey baby. - You alright?
Yeah, I'm great. I'm good.
- I got your message. - You sounded like someone else.
Anyway, do you miss me?
Of course.
How's the work load goin?
Actually that's one of the things I wanted to talk to you about.
- It looks like next weekend... - You're fucked?
I'm sorry. There's this mob trial and...
I understand.
Don't be rational, I'm gonna start crying right here in the middle of the street.
Baby, to be honest, I have expected it.
At least there's Thanksgiving.
Absolutely.
My parents are still expecting us to stay with them.
Of course.
Are you sure it's alright? Because it's not too late to change your mind.
It's too late.
How so?
Yeah, no...
your parents are great. It's beautiful there.
We're gonna have the back house to ourselves, right?
That's true.
Then it's settled.
Ok then. I can't wait.
I'll call you tomorrow.
I love you.
You too.
I know exactly what you're thinking.
You think you feel guilty but it's not that. There's not such thing as guilt.
There's just the fear of getting caught.
It's the first day after, so that fear's still fresh.
Your brain is all sick and twisted up. You're paranoid everyone knows.
You fucked up, you're gonna lose everything.
You wanna throw-up but there's nothing in your stomach.
You're not gonna sleep tonight.
You'll hit the bottom, you'll watch some TV,
and look for any news that they're on you, but there won't be any.
Tomorrow morning, you're gonna wake up and it's gonna be the same world.
Nothing has changed.
That fear, it will start to creep away and after a few days
you're gonna realise no one knows shit.
That this whole bloody thing, disadvantage to you, so cataclysmic
has somehow
slipped beneath the notice of the world.
And then...
you'll be a new man.
That sheet
on which she embroiled fantails once
spread it so as to cover her face
If her horny feet protrude, they come to show how cold she is
and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor, is the emperor of ice-cream.
How did you do it?
Later.
Welcome.
I knew you had it in you.
Had what in me?
C'mon, he was gonna die anyway.
Yeah, we're all gonna die anyway.
Fuck you!
So who is he?
Sort of this great man once.
He never might know. He built 'em saved up from nothing.
At one point he owned seven stores.
He married his high school sweetheart. Started a family.
Didn't last long though.
She left him, took the kids. His business ran down,
he pissed away most of his money.
Why did she leave?
- The high school sweetheart? - Yeah.
I forgot to mention, he likes little girls.
In the worse way. You wouldn't believe what he does to them.
He should've gone to jail but
you know how it goes, right? It's easier for everyone to say nothing.
How do you know all this?
Because you never forget your first fuck.
He's my father.
I want you to help me.
Because it's my turn for the game.
- Doesn't seem like your type. - No?
Clearly not like the usual lost cause from the tournament award.
Oh he may had a few issues with alcohol and tobacco.
Don't we all.
But for the most part, he seems to...
have been in relatively good health for a man of his age.
That is until you came along.
Could you be anymore hot right now?
I wonder what came over you?
It's as if he dropped his lungs off the side of a building.
Yet the rest of his organs are pristine.
Donor material.
- No signs of asphyxia. - He didn't asphyxiate.
How can you be so sure?
Because I know what asphyxiation looks like, dummy!
And it don't turn your lungs to jelly.
No.
I was thinking more along the lines of frostbite.
You're kidding.
The epidermis is healthy, save for a few batches of sun damage.
Are you suggesting that Juliette locked him in a freezer?
Because, I do not see it.
You don't? Well, I see it all quite clearly.
This is some kind of bud baby.
This is really medical marijuana for free?
Well, I am in favor.
It's been proven to naturally alleviate pain.
Why should anyone have to suffer, right daddy?
Ain't that the truth.
That's your boyfriend huh?
What was it you said you was again?
A General Practitioner.
So you can prescribe this shit for me, legal?
Yeah, that's right. Legal, beagle.
Where do I sign?
- No, let's do some whippets first. - No shit!
You got a prescription for that too?
Who's first?
Thank you.
Med school has its perks huh?
Liquid Nitrogen.
A mixture of chlorofluoro carbons, nitrogen and a bit of free on my boy.
He died of anoxia.
It wasn't just that he couldn't breathe,
he couldn't adsorb the oxygen.
More challenging mystery is how Miss Bath here
forced a 340 pound man
to ingest a canister of -75 degree air
all by herself.
She is a very charming girl.
That's true. She could convince almost anyone
to do what she wanted them to.
You know, one could almost see a resemblance between the two of you.
But maybe that's just the temperature.
Question.
Are you playing fair?
Is there such a thing?
No.
But don't you wanna know who's the best?
Aren't you a bit curious?
- That was pretty good last night. - No idea what you're talking about.
Oh c'mon.
You don't expect me to believe that
our little Juliette, came up with that one on her own, do you?
I've seen her work.
Oh no, maybe there's more to her than you thought.
Mmm... No, I don't think so. But maybe there's more to you.
Me?
I'm an open book, Jake.
Priceless.
I'll catch you later, Dr. Gray.
Oh Teddy?
She didn't give you that whole routine
about how her father raped her when she was a little lass, did she?
Oh... what an imagination.
No, her father is alive and well.
Paid a visit just last month in fact.
Chairman of an obscenely profitable banking institution.
And a hell of a guy I might add.
A hell of a guy.
Hey...
Who was he?
Who was he?!
Anyone.
Don't fuck with me.
Doctors?
Let's have a look inside.
Cyanide Pill.
I love that band.