Hello? "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Yes, hi Raoul. I don't think this scene is up to your standards. For one thing, there's no violence. It's just an autopsy. "For what manner of blood-thirsty ghoul do you take me, madam?" Was that rhetorical? "I beg your pardon if I'm repeating myself, but I must know -- you used to be a little girl, didn't you? Anyhow, as I was going to say, I do enjoy a bit of clinical gore from time to time, I'm sure. This scene will serve as a wash to rid myself of the opal-eyed evil, evil thing in the 'THEN!' segment." You mean Lilith? "EEEEEEEEEEIIIII!" Raoul? Raoul? "Hello?" Demian, is that you? "Yeah, um..." How are you feeling? "I'm getting there. Listen, I just took the phone to tell you I have to hang up. I...er...I have to get Raoul down from the ceiling and get out the Spackle. Again." Oh. Okay, sorry. "No, I understand. All too well. I'll keep him off the phone tonight, if it kills us both, and I hope to be back to recapping in time for November Sweeps." That's great, just don't hurt your shoulder again, dragon wrangling. Dial tone. I'm so glad he's getting better. Note to self: Substitute gigs are not secure gigs, Stupid.
As Dr. Johnson goes about opening up Frank -- noisily -- Sam and Dean struggle to hold down their lunches. Dr. Johnson asks if it's their first dead body. Dean says, "Far from it," but he's more familiar with the fresh kill, whereas Frank's been dead three days, and is a wee bit ripe. As Dr. Johnson cuts through Frank's ribs -- noisily -- Dean notices a ring mark on Frank's left hand, and comments that he didn't think Frank was married. Disappointed, Dean? I thought it was just Sam who did the deed with the dead, or at least the possessed. Dr. Johnson just says, "Not my department." Coroners get tenure? The hand, by the way, is all dinged up. There are black scuff marks on the knuckles and some red abrasions, too. The underside of the forearm is a complete mess, but things are about to get messier. Dr. Johnson can't find any blockages, so he rips out Frank's heart -- noisily -- pronounces it pretty damned healthy (you know, except for the dead part) and hands the heart to Dean. Sammy smirks a smidge too soon. What better to wipe off that smirk than Dean's fist? Well, the fist is busy -- Frank's heart is a two-hander -- so the good doctor gives Sam's face a spleen juice spritz. -- noisily. Dean smiles the cocky smile of the cocky, which will mean more later. Don't get prickly with me, just yet. Dr. Johnson doesn't make much of the injuries to Frank's arms and hands, and says sometimes when people drop dead, they really do drop, but this guy's appendages are pretty well shredded, so I think that's just the tenure talking.