13 Eerie

Grab that ladder, bro.

Okay. Grab everything that you've got.

Where the hell are we?

Where are we headed?

Due north. It's a hike.

Then another ten minute ride in.

What, man? Are you serious? 'Cause you already had us

travelling an hour in this wilderness.

What's the matter, Tex? Tired already?

Fuck you, man.

Well, come on. I said north!

Come on, man. It's freezing here. Just keep moving.

Ready to win this?

Sleeping bag.

Megs.

I can't wait to get to Florida.

We can share lodgings.

Phew! What's that smell?

Man!

Don't you think you're overdoing it?

They're just kids.

Death's an exact science.

All aboard!

Nice ride.

Hoes before bros. You're an ass.

I'm going to the back, drink cocktails...

Okay, you got me on this one.

Over the next few hours, copper oxide from the coins

will react with the body fluids.

Leaving a coin imprint on the body tissue,

used for determining the length of time the body's laid there.

Smart. These kids won't know what's hit them.

Anything I should know about?

They've been washed down with acid long ago.

Used for our company's offender rehabilitation programs

a while back.

You can't leave dead bodies lying around a national park.

13 Eerie's the ideal spot. No one's been here in years.

It's gonna feel more like a boot camp than a science retreat.

Well, unfortunately most crime scenes are inhospitable.

My students are up to the challenge.

You hear that?

What?

That's just it. Nothing.

Where's the wildlife?

Larry, how'd you get involved in this?

Probation.

So, not your first time on the prison bus?

Anything about this place we need to know?

What you got here is Guantanamo Bay's ugly twin sister.

Joking aside, some bad shit has happened here in the past.

Great. What you got is your new D-MORT.

Your what?

Disaster Mortuary Operational Response Team.

Go, Daniel.

What kind of bad shit?

I don't know. Take a look. Your guess is as good as mine.

Oh, man. Welcome to hell.

Driver's Larry Jessop.

I had him set up the communication system you wanted.

He'll assist you. You rely on him for anything you need.

Larry Jessop.

Tomkins.

I'll be your chauffeur and your chef

and your all-around dog's body.

I need you to charge up the communication batteries.

Okay.

Welcome to Eerie Strait.

There are only two places available

in the forensic trainee's scheme.

You will need to work in pairs.

Each group will be assigned a plot within the complex.

Study it thoroughly.

Some of you will be working alongside entomology.

Others will be combining your expertise

in toxicology and geology.

This is quite deliberate.

Forensic science D-MORT internship does not discriminate

science applications when a full passenger flight

or passenger train crashes.

Compound secured perimeter means nothing gets in or out.

Plot 13 Eerie Strait is now uninhabited,

surrounded by low-lying swampland.

If you check page two, there are three basic cabins.

One is for food and equipment, the other for accommodation,

while this one is for surveillance and instructions.

Eerie's out of range for cell phone use,

so you will be given walkie-talkies.

Each site is in a remote area of the camp

so there will be no contact between groups.

Questions?

No? Good.

Get your things. We'll meet back here.

Looks like we're on different teams.

Just as well. You'd only cheat at pathology.

What about Josh? Uh, he's with Stetson.

One thing's for sure. This place is a rathole.

This is gonna be like a day trip with Charlie Manson.

No, no, no, no, no. The meat goes over there.

That is not the kitchen. Drop it and come back for your kit.

What's in 'em?

How would I know? I drive the bus.

Just drop your stuff and come back for it.

In there, but don't touch anything.

Oh fuck!

Agh! Shit.

Be done by breakfast.

Better be.

Gotta get those bodies back to the morgue.

Beds are for sleeping only.

Any more than one person per bed and it will break.

Is that a joke? That's a joke.

That was a joke, right? Ha, ha, ha.

You're fucking kidding me.

What were you expecting, Megan-- a mint on your pillow?

Yeah, that's right.

I think I will take this one.

Are you getting friendly with the locals?

There's lunch.

Prof wants us back at the command centre.

That used to be a cat.

Daniel's already got some pussy in his bed.

Meow.

Time is 11:20 hours. Get into your designated groups.

You'll be working in isolated areas.

Personal radio contact is strictly prohibited.

Conversing outside your allotted team will disqualify

not only yourself, but your partner as well.

I will lead the chemical analysis tomorrow

with Captain Veneziano.

It will be cold. You'll work through the night.

Criminals don't pick the perfect beach in Hawaii

to make life comfortable for forensic scientists,

so get used to it.

Pick up your gear on the way out. Good luck.

See the prison back there, coming in?

sure didn't want people leaving in a hurry.

What the hell have I got myself into?

Oh, shit!

Dude, it's just a field exam.

Yeah, buddy. I just get a little bit claustrophobic.

Well, man up.

Why don't you shut up?

You couldn't have picked a worse place to die.

11:55 hours.

Taking trace evidence of soil, mineral,

and what looks to be dried blood.

Ready?

Yeah.

Maggots. That's our first line of investigation.

If you're gonna puke, do it in the bushes.

Otherwise, you'll contaminate the area.

I'm fine, man. I'm okay.

Fifteen millimetres.

Means the corpse has been dead one week.

Look. Pupal casings.

They've started the metamorphosis into adult flies.

Group C, you're gonna need to collect the larva

and prepare a full field analysis.

How long do we have?

All night, but don't drag your heels.

Sundown in approximately three hours.

Oh, and by the way I've downgraded you both

to 60% due to Mr. Novagratz throwing up.

Have a cold one on me, Colonel Fucking Mustard.

Group A, after your sample collection,

I want you to do a standard biochemical analysis.

Temper, temper.

Hey!

Yes?

You heard about this place, right? Why?

Well, you heard the rumours.

Eerie Pen,

death row inmates, one way ticket.

Government started doing crazy tests

and poison ends up in the water supply.

Women start having babies before their time or worse.

I mean, nothing lives here. No one lives here.

What are you trying to tell me?

Two of my chickens are missing.

Maybe they flew away.

This is a scientific examination, Mr. Jessop.

My students are working into the night.

We have a responsibility to them so I would appreciate it

if you could deliver the food to the groups.

Just follow the coloured flags.

Shoot, Larry. Welcome to summer camp.

Oh!

Oh, shit! What are you doing?

Shit!

How you doin'?

Here.

The fluids on that coin and the imprint left on the body

will tell us how long it's been here.

You running it?

Yup.

Here I am playing nursemaid to a bunch of college butt jerk-offs.

Shoulda stayed in jail.

Holy shit!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, no, no, no,stop! Contamination area!