Unrest Page #2

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.

At least you didn't

miss the best part.

Ready?

You all right?

You got a major problem.

This is just a body.

What is it?

It's just my mind

playing tricks with me, okay?

Oh, these

facial cuts

run vertically and then

here they go horizontally.

- So what?

- So these wounds are self-Inflicted.

Look, I thought we agreed

not to personalize this.

All right, can we

just continue here?

You know, wait.

I can't take her watching me.

One... two...

Okay, pull it.

I definitely saw that.

Oh, that smells.

Oh great, man.

The dead fart too.

Can you imagine being stuck

in a coffin still smelling them?

It's hydrogen sulfide from the bacteria

decomposing food in her bowels.

It's disgusting

is what it is.

What the hell

was that?

You don't play with a body.

Are you kidding me?

That was awesome, dude.

That was funny, come on.

- Carlos, take your skirt off.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- I'm just joking around.

You don't play

with the body, all right?

Come here. Do you want a hug?

Give me a hug.

- You know, you're a jackass.

- Just a little hug.

Doesn't mean you're gay, dude.

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