True Detective

There's a burnt cornea?

Let me see.

Yeah, like ice burns.

Why are they naked?

Yeah, doesn't make any sense.

That's a ruptured eardrum. See that blood?

Yeah, but how?

- Pressure? - Yeah, it could be.

- Over here, too. - Yeah, that's Lund.

Oof... look at that.

Oh, God...

This guy scratched his own eyes out.

Ya think?

Mm.

This case.

It's gonna be a shitbowl.

No answers.

Buncha angry people.

We don't even have a forensic technician.

We should send this thing back to Anchorage.

I thought that's what we were doin'.

Yeah, we're keepin' it.

- Fuck Anchorage. - Really?

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

Three feet, three feet!

Need to tie it down!

- Hey! No photos. Delete that right now! - Sorry.

Come on, Liz, they're just blowin' off steam.

Alright, shut up, Hank.

Alright, everyone. Everyone!

Stop fuckin' around!

Alright, this is a crime scene!

Why don't you pretend like you know what you're doin'.

Fuck's sake.

You should go home.

I can't.

Maybe leave this one for someone else, Missy.

It's tied to Annie's case, Rose.

Oh.

Then you're screwed.

Come and see me later.

No, uh, don't use that. Yeah, you're gonna damage the tissue.

- What do I use? - Yeah, just go back to the brush.

Get a little air pocket in there,

and then you can just slide it into the side.

- Alright. - Just don't touch the skin.

- Oh, shit. - That's it. Wilson!

What the fuck?

What the fuck?!

It's not looking good, ma'am.

We'll have to amputate at least one leg.

How soon can we talk to him?

Definitely not today. He's in an induced coma.

Uh, uh, thank you, Nurse. Just hold on, hold on.

Chief, over.

Prior... did you fit 'em in?

No, uh, they're kind of in a weird shape.

Unless you want us to break 'em apart, over.

Nah, don't break anything.

Ma'am, I have to go.

We're starting surgery.

- Chief? - Uh, uh, okay. Just, just

hold on one second, Nurse.

Prior, go 'head.

I know how we can move 'em.

Umm.

The heart?

No, that's... that's not an emoji, Haydn.

Try again.

Merry Christmas, kids.

- Class dismissed. - Hey.

Hey. No, no. Guys.

Class is not dismissed.

I assure you, class is not dismissed.

Where are you goin'? I'm gonna call your mom. I'll call your father.

- Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

Carla? You too? Really? Really?

Sorry.

You gotta be kidding me.

I told you to stay away, I work here.

And I meant it, I work here.

Oh, come on, Bryce. I'm not here for that.

I need you to explain to me what Tsalal Station does.

Tsalal?

Why? And-And...

why don't just go out there

and talk to Lund and the rest of 'em?

That's not gonna be possible.

Do you see him often?

Travis? No.

Death didn't change him.

The fucker only comes when he wants something.

Did he say goodbye?

Before he went into the ice? Yes.

Ah, he knew he was dying.

He didn't want the... leukemia to take him.

He brought me croissants.

Fucking croissants.

He had made them himself.

We ate them.

He sang a little.

We fucked a little.

He didn't say much.

He was so tired.

But then...

we had talked so much all those years he came to me.

Then he left.

And then I found him.

Yep.

One last gift from Travis Cohle... I got to meet you.

Can I ask?

You seeing the dead...

when did that start?

With Travis.

But I know people who are born with it.

And then, of course, there's Ennis.

It happens around here all the time.

I think the world...

is getting old...

and Ennis is where the fabric of all things

is coming apart at the seams.

And when you see them...

hear them...

how do you stay okay?

The thing about the dead is that some of 'em

come and visit because they miss you.

Some come because they need to tell you

somethin' that you need to hear.

And some of 'em just wanna take you with them.

You need to know the difference.

Oh, Jesus fuckin' Christ.

Wh-What do you, what do you, what do you think happened to them?

That's what we're tryna figure out.

So, what were they up to at Tsalal?

I'm a... geologist, so not really my field,

but, uh... they were mad men.

V... Uh, very reclusive.

Uh, they didn't come into town and received no visitors.

Other Arctic Stations rotate crews, but not Tsalal.

They, uh... No one comes in, no one... goes out.

And what were they doing?

They spent decades trying to sequence

the DNA of an extinct microorganism

that potentially could stop cellular decay.

Why don't you try it in English? Nerd.

Yeah?

You want English? You should've...

Fucked?

Yeah, fucked the English teacher.

He wasn't my type.

Neither were you.

But, ya know, desperate times.

So, what were you sayin'?

I'm sayin' the work they were doing could end up

curing cancer, autoimmune diseases, genetic disorders.

Just a-an absolute fucking game changer.

Oh.

So, what was takin' 'em so long?

I mean, they've been out there, like, forever.

I mean, it's not makin' hotdogs, Liz.

Ice coring for that type of microorganism

is extremely difficult.

Requires delicate robotics,

careful digging,

ya know, drills break, deposits run dry. The...

The fact is...

the permafrost is too hard

and it damages chromosomal material upon extraction,

so it was never gonna work, like, like, never.

Chief, um, I think you wanna

come by the station, over.

Copy.

My sister sees people following her.

She... she can't sleep.

She has these breakdowns.

She says my dead mother is calling her.

I brought her to Ennis last year to keep her close, but...

I'm worried.

Don't confuse

the spirit world with mental health issues.

Sounds to me like she needs treatment.

Have you talked to the people at The Lighthouse?

She doesn't wanna go to The Lighthouse.

Doesn't even wanna talk about it.

She went to a place in Nevada, like, four years ago,

and they medicated the shit out of her.

She fuckin' hated it.

Sure you don't want something to eat?

No. I got a shift coming.

Hey.

Did you see that thing on his forehead?

I've seen that before.

Years ago.

What is it?

It's old, Missy.

Older than Ennis.

It's older than the ice, probably.

Yeah, we got the cell phone records.

- There's nothin' there. - Radios?

- Yeah. Radio logs. Nothin' there either. - Hey, Lulu.