Original subtitles

(Meredith) WE DOCTORS TAKE PRIDE

IN THE FACT THAT WE CAN BASICALLY SLEEP STANDING UP...

(women) ♪ UH-HUH ♪ (man singing indistinctly)

ANYTIME, ANYWHERE.

(woman) ♪ COME, BABY, BABY ♪

AAH!

AH! NO! AAH!

AAH! AAH! JACKSON.

AAH! AAH! STOP.

AAH! STOP!

HEY, HEY, JACKSON. AAH! WHAT?

STOP. STOP. I'M SORRY, BUT YOU NEED TO TAKE SOMETHING.

WHERE'S CHARLES? CHARLES. WHERE'S CHARLES?

HEY. HEY. HEY, STOP.

IT'S LEXIE. WAKE UP.

♪ EVERYTHING 'BOUT YOU IS WONDERFUL ♪

♪ EVERYTHING 'BOUT YOU IS BEAUTIFUL ♪

TIME FOR WORK?

YEAH, JUST ABOUT.

♪ GIVE ME SOME OF THAT FUN, FUN ♪

BUT IT'S A FALSE PRIDE, BECAUSE THE TRUTH IS...

AFTER ABOUT 20 HOURS WITHOUT SLEEP...

(keys clatter)

YOU MIGHT AS WELL JUST COME TO WORK DRUNK...

DOCTOR OR NOT.

SO IT'S NO WONDER THAT FATAL MEDICAL ERRORS

INCREASE AT NIGHT...

WHEN WE DOCTORS ARE...

PROUDLY...

SLEEPING ON OUR FEET.

(alarm clock beeping)

RECENTLY...

OUR COMMUNAL PRIDE HAS BEEN SHATTERED,

AND OUR EGOS HAVE BEEN WOUNDED BY NEW LAWS...

HEY.

THAT REQUIRE THAT WE SLEEP ALL DAY

BEFORE WE WORK ALL NIGHT. OH! DR. SHEPHERD.

THERE'S FRENCH TOAST AND COFFEE IF YOU WANT BREAKFAST.

IT'S 6:00 P.M.

RIGHT. UM, BACON FOR YOUR DINNER?

THANK YOU, NO.

WE'RE NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT.

BUT AS SOMEONE WHO MAY ONE DAY NEED MEDICAL CARE...

YOUREALLY SHOULD BE.

IT'S NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD OUT THERE.

I'M STILL SLEEPING.

A WHOLE DAY HAPPENED WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING.

LET'S SEE. I DID THREE ANEURYSM SURGERIES.

I CONSULTED ON A MASSIVE SPINAL TUMOR.

THAT WAS NEAT. GOT THE PHILLIPS GRANT.

AND OH, BY THE WAY,

THE, UH, SOUP OF THE DAY IN THE CAFETERIA

WAS POTATO LEAK SOUP. YOU GOT THE GRANT?

YEAH, I GOT THE GRANT. YOU GOT THE ALZHEIMER'S GRANT?

(laughs) YEAH, I GOT THE ALZHEIMER'S GRANT. (laughs)

MARK IS PUTTING TOGETHER A LITTLE CELEBRATION AT JOE'S.

BUT I WOULD MUCH RATHER CELEBRATE HERE WITH YOU. MWAH.

I AM LATE FOR WORK. GOTTA LOVE THE NIGHT SHIFT.

MM.

PROUD OF YOU. THANK YOU.

♪ UH-HUH ♪

♪ UH-HUH ♪

♪ UH-HUH ♪

NICE FACE.

WELL, AT LEAST I CAN DO SURGERY. HOW'S THAT HAND?

AH, IT'D BE BETTER IF YOU HADN'T RUN YOUR FACE INTO IT.

(laughs) SO HE BEATS THE HELL OUT OF YOU,

AND NOW YOU'RE LAUGHING ABOUT IT? AH, SOME OF US CAN MOVE ON.

YOU'RE SITTING ON MY COAT. AND SOME OF US CAN'T.

(elevator bell dings)

(indistinct conversations)

DID YOU JUST YAWN? WAS THAT A YAWN?

DON'T TELL US THAT YOU'RE TIRED AFTER GETTING TO SLEEP ALL DAY. IT'S NOT AS EASY AS IT SOUNDS.

(Miranda) NOT EASY? NOT E--

WHEN I WAS A RESIDENT, I ACTUALLY WORKED FOR A LIVING.

I DID EVERY OTHER NIGHT CALL FOR FIVE YEARS.

THERE WERE DAYS THAT I DIDN'T GO HOME FOR 72 HOURS.

I LOVED IT. (lowered voice) AS YOU TRUDGED THROUGH THE SNOW

WHILE YOU WHITTLED YOUR OWN SCALPELS. (snickers)

(laughs) SORRY. I DIDN'T QUITE CATCH THAT, KAREV.

UH, KAREV, I NEED YOU TO FOLLOW UP ON MY POST-OPS.

AND HERE. TAKE THIS RESEARCH.

DIVIDE OUT ALL THE FISTULA CASES.

AVERY AND LITTLE GREY, HUNT IS WAITING FOR YOU IN THE PIT.

(Callie) ALL RIGHT.

TRY NOT TO SCREW UP OUR PATIENTS.

GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD LUCK. GONNA BE OVER AT THE BAR. TRY NOT TO NEED US.

DR. GREY? SHEPHERD'S WIFE?

YOU'RE WITH ME TONIGHT. YES.

GOOD. I HEARD YOU'RE GOOD.

LISTEN, I'M LATE FOR DINNER,

SO, UM, I MADE A LIST OF MY PATIENTS, THEIR PROTOCOLS.

BASICALLY, EVERYBODY'S STABLE. JUST TRY AND KEEP 'EM THAT WAY.

AND IF I NEED TO GET IN TOUCH WITH YOU, SIR? YOU WON'T...

(elevator bell dings) 'CAUSE YOU'RE GOOD.

NICE TO MEET YOU.

EVERYBODY ELSE IS STABLE. WATCH I.C.U. BED 12.

HE MAY NEED TO BE INTUBATED,

AND CALL ME IF THERE ARE ANY MAJOR TRAUMAS.

AVERY.

(people speaking indistinctly)

HOW YOU FEELING?

WHAT, MY HAND? IT'S FINE. JUST A LITTLE BRUISED.

NO, I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT YOUR HAND.

TRAUMA DEMANDS A COOL HEAD.

IF YOU'RE NOT UP TO THIS, THEN-- NO, I'M GOOD.

THANKS. KAREV AND I ARE COOL.

THAT'S, UH... OVER,

OUT OF MY SYSTEM. YOU DON'T HAVE TO PROVE ANYTHING HERE.

IF YOU NEED A COUPLE OF SHIFTS OFF-- I SAID I'M GOOD, SIR.

ALL RIGHT.

I'M... I'M NOT ASKING YOU TO TALK TO ME.

I'M TELLING YOU...

TALK TO SOMEONE.

YOU GOT ME?

HAVE A GOOD NIGHT, SIR.

(monitor beeps)

(woman speaks indistinctly over p.a.)

HEY, THERE YOU ARE.

THERE'S THE MAN OF THE HOUR. CONGRATULATIONS. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

HEY! THANK YOU.

HI! THANK YOU. MWAH.

FIRST ROUND IS ON ME.

UM, GUYS.

(coins clatter)

♪♪♪

THERE.

YEAH. NO, TRY AGAIN.

YOU NEED TO TILT THE GLASS LIKE I SAID.

(liquid pouring) TILT.

I'M TILTING IT. OKAY, I KNOW. I KNOW. I'M TELLING YOU TO TILT THE GLASS.

JUST LET ME TRY AGAIN, OKAY? ALL RIGHT.

WHY ARE YOU BEHIND THE BAR?

UH, OWEN TOLD ME TO GET A JOB, SO I'M WORKING.

♪♪♪

WHAT'S EVERYONE DRINKING?

♪♪♪

(coasters clatter and thud)

(Owen) SHE SAT ON THE SOFA

FOR THREE DAYS STRAIGHT WATCHING INFOMERCIALS

AND EATING CEREAL OUT OF THE BOX, SO YEAH, YEAH,

I-I TOLD HER TO GET A JOB. (Callie) BUT YOU DIDN'T SPECIFY WHAT KIND.

WELL, I THOUGHT SHE'D GO TO A LAB OR THE MORGUE.

I DIDN'T EXPECT THIS. WELL, TELL HER YOU CHANGED YOUR MIND.

TELL HER SHE CAN BE A HOUSEWIFE FOR ALL YOU CARE. (Callie laughs) I THINK THAT

THE ONLY THING SHE'D BE WORSE AT THAN BARTENDING

IS HOUSEWIFING. (laughs)

WHAT'S SO BAD ABOUT BARTENDING? SHE'S NOT DANCING ON A POLE.

YOU KNOW, I GIVE THIS ONE NIGHT.

I MEAN, CRISTINA YANG OF BEVERLY HILLS--

SHE DOES NOT ENJOY SERVING PEOPLE.

ALL RIGHT! I CALL THIS THE EARLY ONSET ALZHEIMER'S

BECAUSE YOU WON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING AFTER YOU DRINK IT.

(Callie) MMM.

TO SHEPHERD AND HIS GENIUS BRAIN CRAP.

(Mark, Callie, Miranda and Owen) TO SHEPHERD. THANK YOU.

(Callie) OW!

(coughs) OH. OH, MY GOD. THIS IS STRONG.

(coughs) (groans)

(laughs) YEAH, I'M GONNA NEED A SCOTCH.

YEAH, MAKE IT TWO. BABIES.

EARLY ONSET ALZHEIMER'S--

YOU DON'T THINK THAT'S A LITTLE DISTASTEFUL? I THINK IT'S DELICIOUS.

CRISTINA, UM-- UM, YOU WANT A BEER?

NO, NO, I'M ON CALL. I WANT TO TALK. YOU KNOW, A BACHELOR PARTY JUST CAME IN.

UH, UH, WE'LL TALK LATER.

ALL RIGHT! (men cheer)

YES. IS SOMEONE GETTING MARRIED? WHO'S GETTING MARRIED?

(men cheer)

(Cristina speaks indistinctly)

HE SAID ANY MAJOR TRAUMAS.

WE ARE NOT CALLING HUNT.

WE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS IS YET. E.R.'s SWAMPED.

WE HAD TO SPLIT TRAUMA 3 AND PUT 'EM BOTH IN THERE.

DID YOU CALL DR. HUNT? WE ARE NOT CALLING HUNT.

ALL RIGHT. ON MY COUNT. READY? ONE, TWO, THREE.

(grunts) (groans)

REILLY, YOU OKAY?

LUCAS, IT HURTS.

IT HURTS REALLY BAD. YOU'LL BE OKAY, RI, ALL RIGHT?

WE'LL BE OKAY. WHAT DO WE GOT?

CAR VERSUS TRAIN. 2 BROTHERS, 17 AND 15, TRIED TO OUTRUN

THE COAST STARLIGHT TO PORTLAND.

THE TRAIN WON. I KNOW. IT WAS STUPID. IT WAS SO STUPID.

I'LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN. DRIVER WAS INSIDE THE CAR. THE OTHER WAS THROWN OUT.

NO SEAT BELT.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

DR. AVERY, COME TAKE A LOOK AT THIS.

(beeping continues)

YEAH.

(siren wailing)

(beeping continues)

CALL HUNT.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

MRS. McNEIL, I'M DR. GREY.

I'LL BE TAKING OVER FOR DR. STARK TONIGHT.

DREW'S IN A LOT OF PAIN.

OKAY, WELL, THAT'S NOT UNUSUAL FOR THIS TYPE OF CHEST SURGERY.

ABDOMINAL PAIN IS NOT NORMAL AFTER PECTUS EXCAVATUM SURGERY,

AND IT'S BEEN GOING ON FOR TWO HOURS.

I'M A NURSE AT SEATTLE PRES. (whimpers)

IT'S OKAY, DREW, HONEY. MOMMY'S RIGHT HERE. (groans)

HIS ABDOMEN DOES SEEM A LITTLE TENDER. I'M CONCERNED ABOUT HIS VITALS.

AND I KNOW MY SON. HE'S NOT A COMPLAINER.

SOMETHING IS WRONG. CAN YOU PLEASE CALL DR. STARK?

I WILL. I'LL CALL HIM RIGHT AWAY. (clicks pen)

(Drew groans)

(bell on door jingles)

(sighs)

WHAT, YOU'RE BACK ALREADY?

THAT DATE WASN'T EVEN, LIKE, WHAT, AN HOUR? I NEED A DRINK.

(Callie) OOH, CAREFUL. YOU--OOH.

HEY, HEY! THAT WAS MINE. NOW YOU HAVE TO ORDER ME ANOTHER ONE. OH, GOD. THAT'S DISGUSTING.

(mutters) RIGHT. OKAY, SO GET THIS--

HIS VERY FIRST QUESTION-- "SO WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE FOOD?"

WHAT'D YOU SAY? FRENCH, BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT.

WHY WOULD HE ASK ME WHAT MY FAVORITE FOOD WAS?

LIKE HE READ THAT

THAT'S SOME GOOD ICEBREAKER FROM SOME INTERNET HANDBOOK

THAT WAS HANDED OUT AT THE LOSER FAIR? UGH!

THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T MEET PEOPLE ON THE INTERNET.

YOU'RE MARRIED! YOU DON'T GET TO HAVE AN OPINION

ABOUT MY PATHETIC FORAYS INTO INTERNET DATING. YOU DO NEED A DRINK.

THANK YOU.

(clears throat)

(sighs) GO TO AFRICA.

WHAT?

ARIZONA'S AN IDIOT.

AND SHE'S A FOOL, AND YOU NEED TO GO THERE

AND TELL HER THAT I TOLD YOU TO SAY

THAT DATING... IS EVIL,

AND THAT WHAT THE TWO OF YOU HAVE IS RARE,

AND--AND THAT SHE'S AN IDIOT. GET ON AN AIRPLANE

AND GO TO AFRICA, AND THANK GOD

THAT YOU NEVER HAVE TO GO ON A FIRST DATE AGAIN.

YEAH, I'M NOT GOING TO AFRICA. WELL, THEN YOU'RE JUST AS BIG AN IDIOT AS SHE IS.

OH. (Derek) TORRES IS A GROWN WOMAN.

YOU CAN'T MAKE HER DO SOMETHING SHE DOESN'T WANT TO DO.

OKAY, AGAIN, MR. PERFECT MARRIED GUY,

YOU DON'T GET TO OPEN YOUR MOUTH, 'CAUSE WH-- (Cristina) GET READY. GET READY.

ONE, TWO... (blows whistle)

CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! OH, YEAH! OH, YEAH!

WHO'S FIRST?! OH, WHOO!

(cheering)

WHAT THE HELL DID I MISS?

(Cristina) JOE, I NEED MORE BEER! (groans)

♪♪♪

YOU GUYS SUPERGLUED YOURSELVES TOGETHER...

ON PURPOSE? APPARENTLY MY SON AND GIRLFRIEND'S LOVE

IS SO GREAT, THEY CAN'T HEAR YOU.

YES, THEY SUPERGLUED THEIR ARMS AND HANDS TOGETHER ON PURPOSE.

UH, WHY--WHY WOULD THEY-- WE'RE MOVING TO WISCONSIN TOMORROW.

NO, YOU'RE MOVING. DAD, I'M STAYING HERE WITH LAUREN.

NO, YOU'RE NOT. YOU'RE GOING TO WISCONSIN

WITH ME AND YOUR MOM AND THE DOG AND THE CAT. NO, NOT WITHOUT LAUREN.

I'M NOT. NOBODY CAN TEAR US APART, MR. NYSTROM.

I KNOW THAT, LAUREN, BUT THE DOCTOR HERE

IS STILL GONNA GIVE IT A TRY.

(Lauren) I WISH WE COULD GLUE OUR LIPS TOGETHER FOREVER.

ME, TOO.

I-I WILL-- I WILL FIGURE SOMETHING OUT.

(sighs) THANK YOU.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

OKAY.

(woman speaking indistinctly over p.a.)

HAVE YOU EVER HAD THE TIRAMISU AT GINO'S TRATTORIA?

EXCUSE ME?

TIRAMISU, GINO'S TRATTORIA,

UH, LADYFINGERS SOAKED IN RUM?

NO, I HAVEN'T. NEITHER HAVE I,

BECAUSE YOU FELT THE NEED TO DRAG ME AWAY FROM MY DINNER

TO EXAMINE A KID WITH GAS.

GAS? I THOUGHT... OH, WHEN I CALLED YOU,

HE WAS IN A LOT OF PAIN AND HIS VITALS WERE BORDERLINE.

THEY'RE BETTER NOW BECAUSE I GAVE HIM A LITER BOLUS

OF I.V. FLUIDS AT 20 CC's PER KILO.

BUT HIS PAIN--

YET WHAT YOU SHOULD'VE GIVEN HIM WAS AN ANTIFLATULENT.

ABDOMINAL PAIN AFTER CHEST WALL SURGERY

IN A PATIENT ON NARCOTIC PAINKILLERS

IS GAS OR CONSTIPATION

UNTIL PROVEN OTHERWISE.

BUT, DR. STARK, WHAT IF HIS PAIN IS--

TIRAMISU.

(The National's "Runaway" playing)

AVERY, WHAT DO YOU HAVE? LARGE, GAPING WOUND TO THE ABDOMEN.

LOOKS LIKE SOMETHING SLICED RIGHT THROUGH HIM.

DEBRIS INSIDE. WE NEED TO GET IN THERE. BOOK AN O.R.

(woman) RIGHT AWAY. REILLY? REILLY, TALK TO ME.

REILLY CAN'T TALK RIGHT NOW, OKAY, BUDDY?

HE HAS GOT A TUBE IN HIS THROAT TO HELP HIM BREATHE.

REILLY, I'M RIGHT HERE, ALL RIGHT?

PUT MORE PRESSURE ON THAT. LEAN IN THERE.

PACK IT. PACK IT. WE WERE GONNA BE LATE, SO I RAN IT.

FUNNY, RIGHT? WE DIDN'T WANT TO GET IN TROUBLE WITH MOM.

(monitor beeping erratically) SO I GO BACK TO SCHOOL.

I'M PICKING HIM UP AFTER BAND PRACTICE.

WE'RE HALFWAY HOME, HE FORGETS HIS STUPID SAXOPHONE.

(beeping continues)

(lowered voice) 200.

CLEAR. (defibrillator whines)

(paddles thunk, beeping continues) HE FORGETS EVERYTHING!

300. EVERYTHING!

EVERYTHING! (Owen) CLEAR.

(monitor emitting continuous tone)

CONTINUE COMPRESSIONS.

PUSH ONE OF EPI AND ONE OF ATROPINE.

I KNOW IT WAS STUPID. THE GUARDRAIL HAD JUST

COME DOWN, AND I THOUGHT WE COULD MAKE IT. (tone continues)

(voice breaking) IT'S MY FAULT. PLEASE.

PLEASE. HE-- HE'S MY LITTLE BROTHER.

HE'S--HE'S LITTLE.

THEY'RE WORKING ON HIM, OKAY?

I JUST NEED YOU TO TAKE IT EASY.

ALL RIGHT? TAKE IT EASY. (muffled voice) HE'S GONNA BE ALL RIGHT, RIGHT?

(panting)

(tone continues)

♪ COMIN' UNDONE ♪

♪ AND IT'S TAKIN' US OVER ♪

(lowered voice) TIME OF DEATH--20:48.

(tone continues, gloves snap)

DR. HUNT, WE NEED TO INTUBATE HIM

AND GET HIM TO THE O.R. NOW.

♪ WE DON'T BLEED ♪

♪ WHEN WE DON'T FIGHT ♪

♪ GO AHEAD, GO AHEAD ♪

ANOTHER SCOTCH? YEAH.

♪ ...IN THE FIRE TONIGHT ♪

MM.

ON THE HOUSE!

UH, HEY...

IF EVERY DRINK IS ON THE HOUSE,

THEN EVENTUALLY, THERE'LL BE NO HOUSE.

RIGHT. UH, $6.

IT'S ACTUALLY $8.

OH.

YOU HAVING FUN?

I AM.

GOOD. THAT'S GOOD.

KEEP IT.

THANK YOU.

♪ ...TAKIN' FOREVER ♪

♪♪♪

(man) HEY, HERE SHE COMES WITH OUR SHOTS!

(men shouting indistinctly)

♪♪♪

HIS PAIN IS GETTING WORSE.

HIS COLOR LOOKS BAD. HIS VITALS HAVEN'T STABILIZED.

I'VE SEEN GAS, DR. GREY. THIS ISN'T GAS. WE HAVE TO GIVE THE MEDICINE A LITTLE TIME TO WORK.

WE GAVE IT TIME TO WORK. IT DIDN'T WORK... (Drew groaning)

WHICH MEANS THIS IS NOT GAS.

I'VE WORKED THE NIGHT SHIFT. I KNOW WHAT GOES ON.

I'VE LIVED THROUGH HORROR STORIES

OF PATIENTS FALLING THROUGH THE CRACKS

BECAUSE RESIDENTS ARE RUNNING AROUND HALF ASLEEP,

AND THEIR ATTENDINGS ARE NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.

I WILL NOT LET THAT HAPPEN TO MY SON. I WON'T EITHER. I PROMISE. AND I AGREE THAT IT'S NOT GAS.

SO LET'S RUN SOME TESTS AND FIND OUT WHAT'S GOING ON.

OKAY? THANK YOU.

(groaning)

IT'S GONNA BE OKAY.

OKAY, HERE YOU GO, YOU GUYS.

TO THE GROOM! (men) TO THE GROOM!

IT'S RUDE TO DITCH OUT ON YOUR OWN PARTY, YOU KNOW?

YANG IS BARTENDING. DO YOU KNOW HOW DISTURBING THAT IS?

IT'S A PHASE. SHE'S GONNA BE FINE.

BESIDES, YOU WON ONE OF THE MOST PRESTIGIOUS GRANTS OUT THERE.

THIS NIGHT'S ABOUT YOU NOT YANG. MM.

(Cristina) ...BAD IDEA. THAT'S A GOOD IDEA.

SUIT YOURSELF.

(Cristina) ONE, TWO, THREE.

GROOM!

(men) GROOM! (Teddy) HOW ARE WE LETTING THIS HAPPEN?

I MEAN, SERIOUSLY, HOW ARE WE JUST OKAY WITH IT? OH, I'M NOT OKAY. I'M JEALOUS.

CRISTINA GETS TO LIVE OUT THE 20s WE NEVER GOT TO

'CAUSE WE WERE STUCK IN MED SCHOOL.

WATCH, TEN YEARS FROM NOW, WE'LL ALL HAVE A MIDLIFE CRISIS

AND END UP DOING THE SAME THING. EXCEPT WE'LL BE IN OUR 40s AND WON'T LOOK AS CUTE.

HOW MANY OF THOSE HAVE YOU HAD?

HEY, MY SON IS WITH HIS FATHER. I AM 24 HOURS CHILD-FREE.

IF CRISTINA YANG CAN TEND BAR 'CAUSE SHE WANTS TO,

THEN I CAN DRINK 'CAUSE I WANT TO. (cell phone rings)

(ring) (Callie) HAS SHE MENTIONED ME?

WHAT?

I KNOW SHE WRITES TO YOU,

SO I'M ASKING YOU IF SHE'S MENTIONED ME.

WELL, YOU KNOW, SHE'S BEEN VERY, UM...

(snickers)

SHE'S, UH, SHE JUST SORT OF DOVE RIGHT INTO THE MEDICINE,

AND SHE'S BEEN--SHE'S BEEN BUSY AND JUST, UH...

DOES THAT HELP AT ALL? I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. I HONEST--

I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I AM HERE AGAIN. OH, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. YOU'RE NOT DOING THIS.

YOU'RE NOT GOING DOWN THIS RABBIT HOLE. I HAVE TO START ALL OVER.

ALL OVER. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO DO THAT.

I DO.

YOU MIGHT NEED A LITTLE SEXUAL PALATE CLEANSER.

A PALATE CLEANSER?

ARE YOU SERIOUS? WHAT? IT WORKS.

SEXUAL SORBET?

(laughs) I LOVE IT!

(laughs) (laughing) I LIKE IT.

(Callie laughs)

YOU SEE THAT REDHEAD BACK THERE? MM-HMM.

SHE'S BEEN EYEING YOU ALL NIGHT.

(laughs) REALLY?

OH.

(laughs) OKAY. YEAH. OKAY.

THANK YOU, MARK.

ALL RIGHT. I'M GONNA, UM, I'M GONNA GO FOR IT.

OH, NO. OH, OH. (laughs)

WISH ME LUCK. (Miranda chuckles)

(Owen) ALL RIGHT,

LIVER HEMORRHAGE IS UNDER CONTROL.

LET'S MOVE ON. OH, THERE'S ANOTHER ONE. NOPE, TWO.

WHAT IS THAT? PART OF THE STEERING COLUMN, MAYBE.

MIGHT HAVE SHATTERED INSIDE THE ABDOMEN.

THERE'S AN INFRARENAL HEMATOMA.

ALL RIGHT. WE SHOULD EXPOSE THE RETROPERITONEUM. GOOD IDEA.

I'LL GET THE AORTA BELOW THE MESOCOLON. SLOW DOWN, AVERY.

WE NEED PROXIMAL CONTROL FIRST.

YOU KEEP LOOKING FOR THIS KID'S DASHBOARD,

AND I'LL TAKE CARE OF THAT. CAN I GET SOME MORE LIGHT IN HERE, PLEASE?

DR. HUNT? MM-HMM.

HIS PARENTS ARE HERE. THEY'RE ASKING FOR AN UPDATE.

AVERY. I'M STAYING.

(instruments clatter)

I'D--I'D--I'D LIKE TO STAY.

(monitor beeping, suction gurgling)

GREY, TELL 'EM WHERE WE'RE AT.

OKAY.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE ATTENDINGS' LOUNGE?

YOU COULD GET IN TROUBLE. PIZZA?

(exhales) I HAVE STUPID TEENAGE PATIENTS

WHO SUPERGLUED THEMSELVES TOGETHER SO THEIR PARENTS

CAN'T TEAR THEM APART. MM. THAT SOUNDS ROMANTIC.

YEAH. MORE LIKE MORONIC. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO GET THEM APART

WITHOUT TAKING OFF HALF THEIR SKIN. TRY ACETONE.

TRY GOING AWAY. (sighs) MEREDITH, ANY IDEAS? MM. ACETONE?

THANK YOU. (elevator bell dings)

(sighs)

SO WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH STARK?

HE'S A LAZY, A BACKSTABBING WEASEL. WHY? BECAUSE I CALLED HIM IN TO EXAMINE THIS PATIENT--

YOU CALLED HIM IN? HA! I WISH I COULDA SEEN THAT.

YOU DON'T CALL STARK. WELL, MY KID JUST HAD PECTUS EXCAVATUM SURGERY,

AND HE WAS IN SERIOUS PAIN.

YESTERDAY MY FUNDOPLICATION PATIENT WAS VOMITING.

YOU DON'T CALL STARK.

WELL, THIS KID'S MOTHER IS A NURSE AT SEATTLE PRES.

LET'S PLAY A GAME. THERE'S ONE RULE.

YOU DON'T CALL STARK.

ALEX, I'M SERIOUS. NORMALLY I WOULD HANDLE THIS MYSELF.

BUT I HAVEN'T BEEN ON PEDS IN A WHILE,

AND YOU KNOW THE COMPLICATIONS WITH THESE KIDS. DID YOU ORDER BLOOD WORK AND A C.T.?

MM-HMM. I'D ADD AN L.D.H., A C.R.P. AND A SED RATE.

I MEAN, WITH STARK, YOU HAVE TO COVER ALL YOUR BASES

SO IF YOU DO END UP CALLING HIM,

HE HAS NO EXCUSE BUT TO GET OFF HIS ASS AND COME IN.

♪♪♪

(gasps) THANK YOU.

OH-HOO-HOO.

WELL, TURNS OUT, SHE WAS EYEING MY NEW HAIRCUT

AND NOT ME.

I GAVE HER THE HAIRDRESSER'S NUMBER, THOUGH, SO...

(sighs) WELL, YOU TRIED. YOU PUT YOURSELF OUT THERE.

THAT'S WHAT COUNTS. UH, YEAH, NO.

ACTUALLY, THAT COUNTS FOR NOTHIN'.

'CAUSE I PUT MYSELF OUT THERE EVERY DAY.

YOU KNOW, I WRITE ONLINE PROFILES,

AND I CHECK THE BOXES THAT SAY I LIKE HIKING

AND DOGS AN--

IS THERE A BOX FOR FISTULAS?

'CAUSE THAT'S WHAT I WANT--

A GUY THAT CAN TALK FISTULAS.

I WANT A GUY THAT CAN DIRECT ME

TOWARDS A BETTER SCIENTIFIC UNDERSTANDING

OF JUST WHY A FISTULA MAY OCCUR

IN PATIENTS THAT ARE HEALTHY ONE MINUTE

AND DIE THE NEXT.

♪♪♪

FIND A MAN THAT'S INTERESTED IN FISTULAS

ANDPANCREASESES,

AND YOU'LL FIND A MAN

THAT'SNOTINTERNET DATING.

(bell on door jingles)

(glass shatters)

(whirring)

(woman speaks indistinctly over p.a.)

(indistinct conversations)

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?

YOU DIDN'T CALL STARK AGAIN, DID YOU?

NO. I'M NOT CALLING HIM UNTIL I GET MY C.T. RESULTS,

AND THERE'S ONLY ONE C.T. TECH DOWN THERE,

AND HE'S REALLY BACKED UP, SO...

(elevator bell dings) HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I HATE THE NIGHT SHIFT

AND I HATE STARK?

HEY, CHIEF. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? IT'S LATE.

WELL, WHEN A SCREAMING MOTHER CALLS ME AT HOME

TO TELL ME MY RESIDENTS ARE ABOUT TO KILL HER SON,

TIME BECOMES IRRELEVANT, WOULDN'T YOU SAY?

DR. GREY, ARE YOU FAMILIAR WITH MRS. McNEIL? SHE CALLED YOU? I DID NOT GIVE HER YOUR NUMBER.

SHE'S A NURSE. SHE WORKED THE SYSTEM.

BUT WHAT CONCERNS ME IS NOT HOW SHE GOT MY NUMBER.

IT'S WHY SHE FELT THE NEED TO CALL ME IN THE FIRST PLACE.

NOW WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! I HAVE A PLAN IN PLACE. I'M JUST WAITING FOR A C.T.,

AND THE GUY IS JUST VERY BACKED UP DOWN THERE.

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WAITING? TWO HOURS.

(elevator bell dings)

GET UP.

EXCUSE ME?

GET ON YOUR FEET.

NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU'RE A LITTLE BEHIND SCHEDULE.

YEAH. IT'S JUST ME TONIGHT, SO WE'RE BACKED UP.

WELL, WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL THE ON-CALL TECH? WELL, HE WASN'T FEELING SO HOT.

I THOUGHT I'D CUT HIM A BREAK. HE DOES THE SAME FOR ME. LISTEN... HAWK.

WE'RE IN THE BUSINESS OF SAVING LIVES.

NOW I DON'T CARE IF YOUR FRIEND IS LYING IN A DITCH BLEEDING,

HE WILL COME IN TONIGHT.

NOW GET HIM ON THE PHONE. NOW.

(keypad beeps) (under breath) GIVE ME THAT.

(normal voice) HELLO.

NO, THIS IS NOT YOUR DUDE. THIS IS CHIEF WEBBER.

WHAT DO I NEED? I NEED YOU TO GET YOURSELF INTO THIS HOSPITAL

IN THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES, OR YOU AND YOUR DUDE

CAN KISS YOUR JOBS GOOD-BYE!

NOWTHAT'SHOW YOU GET THINGS DONE AT NIGHT.

(Lexie) I JUST LEFT LUCAS IN SURGERY.

HE'S CRITICAL. IT'S VERY TOUCH AND GO AT THIS POINT.

BUT WE'RE STILL WORKING, AND, UM,

WE'LL KEEP YOU UPDATED ON HIS CONDITION.

THANK YOU. OKAY, THANKS.

OKAY, I'LL LET YOU KNOW.

(man) AND REILLY?

(woman) OUR OTHER SON--REILLY? HOW'S REILLY?

H-HAS ANYONE TALKED TO YOU?

NO. WE'VE BEEN WAITING.

OKAY. UM...

OKAY.

MR. AND MRS. NASH,

I'M, UH, I'M--I'M AFRAID--

NO. NO!

I'M SORRY TO SAY THAT... PLEASE DON'T SAY THAT.

REILLY! PLEASE DON'T SAY THAT. PLEASE DON'T SAY THAT.

DESPITE OUR BEST EFFORTS TO SAVE REILLY'S LIFE... REILLY! NOT MY BABY!

NO, NO, NO! GOD, NO! NO! NO! HIS INJURIES WERE TOO SEVERE...

NOT MY BABY! AND HE DIED IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM.

OH, MY GOD! MY BABY! NOT MY BABY!

I'M SO SORRY.

(sobbing and screaming)

NO! NO.

(sobbing) OH, MY GOD!

NO! NO!

OH, PLEASE TELL ME HE'S GONNA LIVE.

THE PARENTS DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THE BROTHER DIED.

NOT TO MENTION HOW HE'S GONNA FEEL WHEN HE FINDS OUT.

HOW DO YOU LIVE WITH YOURSELF-- SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP. PLEASE.

AVERY. SORRY. SORRY. I JUST--

THIS IS A REALLY TRICKY PART RIGHT HERE.

THERE'S SOMETHING... WHAT IS THIS?

ALL RIGHT, MORE SUCTION AND SOME LAPS IN HERE. HERE.

IS THAT A PIECE OF THE TURN SIGNAL? COME ON.

IT'S RIGHT NEXT TO THE AORTA. I CAN'T TELL IF IT'S--

IF IT'S KISSING IT OR IF IT'S--IT'S PERFED.

GIVE ME SOME UMBILICAL TAPE, AND LET'S PULL IT

SO WE CAN GET SOME CONTROL.

ALL RIGHT.

OKAY, PULLING. PULLING.

ALL RIGHT. WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. DON'T. DON'T, DON'T. DAMN IT!

CLAMP. GIVE ME THE CLAMP.

AVERY, I'LL DO THIS. NO, GIVE ME THE CLAMP. GIVE ME THE CLAMP.

HERE. TAKE THIS. GOT IT.

I'VE GOT THE BLEEDER. I'VE GOT THE BLEEDER RIGHT HERE.

(monitor beeping erratically)

(suction gurgling)

(beeping normalizes)

NICE WORK.

NICE WORK, AVERY.

(suction gurgling)

(indistinct conversations)

SO THIS WON'T STING,

BUT AS THE SKIN STARTS TO SEPARATE,

YOU MAY FEEL SOME PAIN.

I FEEL NOTHING BUT PAIN RIGHT NOW.

ME, TOO. (cell phone rings)

OH, IT'S YOUR MOTHER, LAUREN.

THIS IS JUST GONNA TAKE A FEW MORE MINUTES, RIGHT? HOPEFULLY.

(ring)

IS IT WORKING? GOD, I CAN'T LOOK.

PLEASE. IF WE COULD JUST STAY TOGETHER ONE MORE DAY--

WELL, YOU'LL DEFINITELY BE TOGETHER FOR ANOTHER HOUR,

BECAUSE THIS... IS NOT WORKING.

YES!

(kissing sounds)

OH, DR. BAILEY.

YES.

DR. BAILEY.

OH. I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE HERE.

I'M NOT HERE. YOU DON'T SEE ME.

I JUST NEED A NAP BEFORE I GO HOME,

BUT FIRST I NEED SOME FOOD.

UH, THIS WILL JUST TAKE A SECOND.

I'VE GOT THESE 2 15 YEAR OLDS.

THEY SUPERGLUED THEMSELVES TOGETHER. (giggling)

UH, THEY'RE IN LOVE OR WHATEVER THEY THINK THEY ARE.

ANYWAY, I-I TRIED, UH, PETROLEUM AND ACETONE

TO SEPARATE THEM, BUT--

DON'T SEPARATE THEM.

WHAT?

YOUNG PEOPLE NEED LOVE, TOO, KEPNER.

WE ALL NEED LOVE.

(whirring) IF THE WORLD HAD MORE LOVE,

WE COULD GET RID OF WARS AND FISTULAS.

(whiny voice) WHY WON'T THIS DAMN THING TAKE MY MONEY?

DR. BAILEY, ARE YOU DRUNK?

(normal voice) TIPSY.

A-A LITTLE TIPSY.

RIGHT.

UM, YOU KNOW, I'M GONNA GO AHEAD

AND TAKE CARE OF THAT FOR YOU. OH.

MM-HMM. YEAH.

(scanner whirring)

(scanner thumping)

HEY, DR. ALTMAN.

ARE YOU AVAILABLE FOR A CONSULT?

I'M JUST WAITING ON SOME C.T. RESULTS.

OH, WELL, JOE TOOK MY KEYS, SO I'M--I'M PRETTY SURE...

(whispers) I SHOULDN'T BE PRACTICING MEDICINE. WELL, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE THEN?

(normal voice) WELL, I'M KILLING TIME

UNTIL JOE GIVES ME MY KEYS BACK. CAN'T YOU DO THAT AT THE BAR?

CRISTINA YANG IS BARTENDING, SO, NO, I CAN'T.

IT'S JUST-- IT'S TOO DEPRESSING.

CRISTINA'S BARTENDING AS, WHAT, SOME KIND OF JOKE OR--

AS SOME KIND OF BARTENDER.

(elevator bell dings) YEAH, I KNOW.

THAT LOOK ON YOUR FACE? THAT'S HOW MY WHOLE BODY FEELS,

AND NOT JUST 'CAUSE CRISTINA MAKES

THE WORLD'S STRONGEST DRINK,

BUT BECAUSE MY ASPIRATIONAL COUPLE

HAS BROKEN UP,

AND THEY'RE LIVING ON TWO SEPARATE CONTINENTS,

AND 'CAUSE I'M DATING MEN

WHO STILL LIVE WITH THEIR MOTHER.

BUT THEY DON'T ADMIT THAT ON THEIR PROFILES.

THEY WAIT.

THEY WAIT--THANK YOU.

THEY WAIT UNTIL I'VE SPENT AN HOUR APPLYING MY MAKEUP

AND DRIVING CROSSTOWN,

AND THEN THEY TELL ME THAT SMALL LITTLE DETAIL.

THANK YOU.

OH. OH.

AND MY STAR STUDENT,

MY MOST PROMISING RESIDENT THAT I HAVE EVER SEEN,

IS MIXING IRISH CAR BOMBS FOR A BACHELOR PARTY

OVER AT JOE'S BAR.

I'M NOT EVEN GONNA MENTION

THAT SHE'S LETTING THE BACHELORS FEEL HER UP AT WILL,

'CAUSE THAT JUST ADDS INSULT TO INJURY.

CRAP. I'M--I'MREALLYDRUNK.

PICTURES ARE UP.

ALL I'M SAYING IS THAT THAT REDHEAD MISSED OUT.

(laughs) IF JOE'S WERE A LESBIAN BAR,

YOU'D HAVE BEEN UP TO YOUR EARS IN-- PLEASE DON'T SAY VAGINA.

WELL, NOW I DON'T HAVE TO.

(laughs) GOD. OOH.

I HATE BEING DRUNK.

(sighs) YOU THINK IT'S GONNA MAKE YOU FEEL AWESOME AND HAPPY,

BUT IT JUST MAKES YOU FEEL TIRED AND GROSS.

WELL, YANG LOOKED LIKE SHE WAS HAVING FUN TONIGHT.

WHAT, THE CRAZY PARTY GIRL THING?

THAT'S CRAP.

EVERY GIRL WHO CLIMBS UP ON A TABLE

THINKS SHE'S THE HOTTEST GIRL IN THE ROOM, BUT...

REALLY, SHE'S JUST DANCING ALONE.

YOU OKAY?

YEAH. (exhales deeply)

I JUST... I NEED TO SLEEP.

I NEED TO SLEEP.

(groans)

ALL RIGHT.

(exhales) OH, YEAH.

MM.

(sighs)

(laughs)

MM.

DREW'S GOT A PERFORATED ULCER.

AND CRISTINA'S WORKING AT JOE'S. WHAT?

FORGET IT. IT'S BLEEDING,

AND IT MUST BE FROM THE ANTI-INFLAMMATORIES. WAIT. WH-WHAT ABOUT CRISTINA?

SHE'S A BARTENDER NOW.

I CALLED STARK IN AND NO ANSWER. WELL, BIG SURPRISE.

THIS KID NEEDS SURGERY. I KNOW.

(Meredith) MRS. McNEIL.

THIS IS ALEX KAREV. HE'LL BE CONSULTING ON YOUR SON'S CASE.

THE C.T. SCAN REVEALED THAT YOUR SON HAS A PERFORATED ULCER.

THAT'S WHAT'S CAUSING HIS PAIN.

SO DOES HE NEED SURGERY? YES.

AND WE'VE CALLED DR. STARK, AND HE'S ON HIS WAY.

WE CAN START PREPPING HIM IMMEDIATELY.

THANK YOU. THANK YOU.

OKAY, SO HOLD ON. ARE WE REALLY

GONNA CALL IN A WHOLE O.R. TEAM WITHOUT AN ATTENDING?

I MEAN, WHAT IF STARK DOESN'T ANSWER THE PAGE?

WHAT IF HE DOESN'T COME IN ON TIME? WHAT IF THE KID DIES WHILE WE'RE WAITING TO FIND OUT?

LOOK, I'M TAKING THIS KID TO THE O.R.

WHETHER STARK COMES OR NOT. LIKE THE CHIEF SAID.

THIS IS HOW YOU GET THINGS DONE AT NIGHT. WHAT IF WE HAVE TO DO A TRUNCAL VAGATOMY

OR A PYLOROPLASTY? HAVE YOU EVER DONE THOSE ON YOUR OWN?

NOT ONLY CAN I DO IT. I CAN DO IT BETTER THAN STARK.

ARE YOU IN OR OUT?

WELL, LIKE HELL IF I'M GONNA LET YOU DO IT WITHOUT ME.

I'M IN.

OKAY. IS HE UNDER?

IS HE TALKING? YEAH. HE'S UNDER.

NO WORD FROM STARK YET?

NO. CALL HIM EVERY FIVE MINUTES UNTIL HE ANSWERS.

(Alex) AND PAGE DR. BAILEY. BAILEY'S NOT ON CALL TONIGHT.

JUST KEEP CALLING HER. I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU COULD DO THIS BETTER THAN STARK.

SHUT UP. ALL RIGHT.

ALL RIGHT. 10-BLADE.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(hums)

(cell phone rings)

OOH. IT'S THE O.R.

(laughs)

(ring)

UH, H-HELLO.

UH, D-DR. BAILEY'S PHONE. (laughs) DR. BAILEY'S PHONE.

(snorts) NO, SHE IS, UM, SHE'S INDISPOSED...

(laughs) AT THE MOMENT.

COULD YOU P-PAGE SOMEONE ELSE? THANK YOU. (laughs)

OKAY, GOOD. THAT'S GOOD. NOW GIVE ME MY PHONE.

I NEED TO CALL BEN.

WHO'S BEN?

MY EX. I DUMPED HIM,

WHICH I NOW REALIZE WAS A BIG MISTAKE,

SO I WANT TO CALL HIM.

I WANT TO CALL HIM AND TELL HIM I HAVE NEEDS,

'CAUSE HE UNDERSTOOD

HOW TO TAKE CARE OF MY NEEDS

IN A WAY MY HUSBANDDID NOT.

I WANT TO TELL HIM THAT. HA! SO GIVE ME MY PHONE.

ARE--ARE--ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT? GIVE ME--

'CAUSE, YOU KNOW, UH,

DRUNK DIALING NEVER REALLY ENDS WELL. I--

YOU ARE A VIRGIN.

WOW.

WORD REALLY DOES TRAVEL AROUND HERE.

I'M BAILEY. I KNOW EVERYTHING.

KEP--COME HERE, KEPNER.

COME. CLOSER.

(singsongy) CLOSER.

(normal voice) ALEX KAREV IS NOT THE BOY

YOU WANT TO TAKE YOUR MAIDEN VOYAGE WITH.

OH, GOD. OH, GOD. YES, I KNOW.

I AM AWARE. UH, YOU DON'T NEED TO TELL ME.

YOU TAKE YOUR MAIDEN VOYAGE... (laughs)

WITH ANICEBOY, AKINDBOY,

A BOY WHO LOVES YOU,

A BOY THAT YOU LOVE SO MUCH,

YOU WANNA SUPERGLUE YOURSELF TO HIM.

YOU WAIT. YOU HEAR ME? KEEP YOUR...

(slaps leg) KNEES TOGETHER.

'CAUSE BELIEVE ME,

EVEN THOUGH YOU HAVEN'T MET YOUR BEN YET...

(laughs) YOU WILL MEET YOUR BEN.

NOT MY BEN,

BUT YOUR OWN BEN... (chuckles)

WHO MIGHT OR MIGHT NOT BE CALLED BEN.

USE SOAP AND WARM WATER.

(sighs)

ON... MY MAIDEN VOYAGE?

ON THE SUPERGLUE. OH, YEAH.

USE SOAP, WATER, AND PUT A LITTLE ACETONE IN.

IT WORKS LIKE A CHARM.

OKAY. YES, MA'AM. THANK YOU.

MM-HMM. MM.

MM.

(men) SALT! SALT! COME ON. HERE WE GO.

(sighs)

(man) YEAH! YOU WANT SOME MORE WATER?

MNH-MNH.

(man) COME ON. YOU GOT IT.

YOU KNOW, YOU COULD FIRE HER FOR DRINKING ON THE JOB.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I DID THAT THREE HOURS AGO.

TAKE HER HOME. CAN'T. NOT UNTIL SHE WANTS TO GO.

WHY NOT? BECAUSE SHE'S GOT A LOT OF PEOPLE TELLING HER

WHAT TO DO, AND SHE DOESN'T NEED TO HEAR IT FROM ME. NO, BACK UP.

(man) 10-YARD PENALTY!

(clears throat) (sighs) SO WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?

I'M GONNA SIT HERE AND DRINK WATER,

MAKE SURE SHE DOESN'T LEAVE WITH ANYBODY. REALLY? THAT--THAT'S YOUR WHOLE PLAN?

WELL, IF SHE'S GONNA ACT LIKE A STRIPPER... (Cristina and men laughing)

I'M GONNA ACT LIKE A BOUNCER.

(chuckles) OH, GOD.

(men shouting indistinctly)

DICTATE THE OP NOTES AND MONITOR HIS A.B.G.s

I'M GONNA RACK OUT.

I GOTTA BE BACK HERE IN-- GOD--TWO HOURS.

I GOT IT. GO.

ALL RIGHT.

GOOD WORK, AVERY.

GO TALK TO THE PARENTS.

GIVE THEM... THE GOOD NEWS, OKAY?

OKAY.

YOU CAN, UM, YOU CAN TALK TO ME, YOU KNOW,

IF YOU WANT TO TALK.

ABOUT WHAT?

(pen scratches paper)

I HEAR YOU EVERY NIGHT.

(sighs)

YOU KNOW, I-I'M JUST SAYING, I HAD SLEEP PROBLEMS,

AND THEY TURNED OUT TO BE REAL PROBLEMS.

YEAH. WELL, I DON'T HAVE ANY PROBLEMS.

THAT KID WAS PRACTICALLY DEAD WHEN HE GOT HERE,

AND I PULLED HALF OF HIS CAR OUT OF HIM,

SO HE LIVED.

HE'S GONNA LIVE TO BE STUPID ANOTHER DAY

BECAUSE OF ME.

THOSE PARENTS AREN'T GONNA LOSE EVERYTHING

BECAUSE OF ME.

I CALL THAT A PRETTY GREAT NIGHT.

(thumps counter)

SO WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?

♪♪♪

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

ANY WORD FROM STARK?

NO.

HERE'S THE PERF. ANTERIOR DUODENUM.

WELL, WE COULD DO A GRAHAM PATCH.

EXCELLENT SUGGESTION, FELLOW SURGEON.

2-0 SILK, PLEASE, BOKI.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

CAN YOU BELIEVE WE CALLED AN ENTIRE O.R. TEAM

AND THEY CAME? AMAZING.

WE'VE GOT BALLS. CLAMP. YOU'VE GOT BALLS.

I'VE GOT COJONES. YOU KNOW THOSE ARE BALLS, RIGHT?

(man) ♪ IT DOESN'T MATTER ♪ ♪ DOESN'T MATTER ♪

♪ ANYMORE ♪ ♪ ANYMORE ♪

OH.

I WAS JUST THIRSTY. I DIDN'T WAKE YOU, DID I?

OH, NO.

NO, I WAS, UM... AWAKE.

WATER?

(exhales)

I WANT, UM...

♪♪♪

SORBET.

SWEET TOOTH?

I THINK I HAVE SOME COOKIES AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE.

MARK.

♪♪♪

OH.

OH.

REALLY?

♪ WE HAVE ♪

REALLY.

♪ TOOK MOST OF MY LIFE ♪

(sets down glass)

♪ ...ANY COST ♪

♪ DON'T SAY IT DOESN'T MATTER ♪ ♪ DOESN'T MATTER ♪

♪ ANYMORE ♪ ♪ ANYMORE ♪

♪♪♪

MM.

WHEW. OKAY. I TOLD THEM ABOUT THE SURGERY

AND HIS RECOVERY PROCESS.

DO YOU THINK I SHOULD MENTION

HIS HIGH CHANCE FOR INFECTION OR... I DON'T KNOW.

I DON'T WANT TO WORRY THEM ANY MORE THAN I HAVE TO.

NO, JUST... TELL THEM HE'S GONNA FEEL PRETTY AWFUL...

THAT HE LIVED AND HIS BROTHER DIED...

THAT EVERY TIME HE FEELS GLAD TO BE ALIVE...

HE'LL HATE HIMSELF FOR IT.

JUST TELL THEM TO LOOK OUT FOR THAT.

HE WON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT,

BUT...

HE'LL BE GLAD THEY KNOW.

(woman) ♪ I GOT SOMETHING I CAN NEVER TELL ♪

ALL RIGHT.

ALL RIGHT.

♪ SOMETIMES IT'S LIKE YOU ARE INVISIBLE ♪

♪ INVISIBLE, INVISIBLE, INVISIBLE, INVISIBLE ♪

UNDER THE COVER OF DARKNESS...

(man shouts indistinctly) (laughs)

PEOPLE DO THINGS THEY'D NEVER DO

UNDER THE HARSH GLARE OF DAY...

(Cristina laughs)

WHOO! (laughing)

(laughs)

(bell on door jingles) (man) YEAH. NICE.

WHOO! WHOA.

IT'S NOT AS BAD AS IT LOOKS. IT LOOKS PRETTY BAD.

YEAH.

HEY, THANK YOU FOR CALLING.

I APPRECIATE YOU STAYING, SHEPHERD.

GOOD NIGHT.

(sighs) CRISTINA.

(panting)

OH, MY GOD. IT'S MY BOYFRIEND.

HUSBAND. I'M YOUR HUSBAND.

RIGHT.

SORRY, DUDE. SHE'S ALL YOURS.

COME ON.

OKAY. COME. COME ON.

YEP.

ALL RIGHT.

GOOD NIGHT.

♪♪♪

(April) OH, GOOD!

YOU'RE AWAKE. INDOOR VOICE, PLEASE.

OF COURSE.

(latch clicks) UM, YOU KNOW...

(exhales slowly) I REALLY APPRECIATE YOU OPENING UP TO ME.

I MEAN, YOU ALWAYS HAVE THAT,

LIKE, SUPER-SERIOUS DR. BAILEY FACE ON.

I COULDN'T EVEN TELL IF YOU LIKED ME,

BUT NOW, I MEAN, WELL, I-I DON'T KNOW IF I'D SAY

THAT WE'RE FRIENDS EXACTLY, BUT, I MEAN, SORT OF.

I MEAN, DON'T YOU THINK? (laughs) DR. KEPNER.

YEAH.

THIS... NEVER HAPPENED.

THIS... NEVER... HAPPENED.

GOT IT? MM-HMM.

SAY THE WORDS. THIS...

NEVER HAPPENED. NEVER HAPPENED.

YEAH.

YEAH. (chuckles)

OKAY.

♪ IN THE YARDS ♪

♪ PLAYING WITH STICKS AND STONES ♪

DECISIONS FEEL WISER...

♪ DIDN'T KNOW ♪

♪ FEAR FROM YOUR LITTLE TOE ♪

(sighs)

♪ OH, OH ♪

♪ OH, OH ♪

PEOPLE FEEL BOLDER.

WHAT CAN STARK DO? I MEAN, WE HAD TO OPERATE.

HE CAN YELL. HE WILL YELL. IT DOESN'T MATTER.

YOU KNOW, THE KID'S IN GOOD SHAPE, THE MOM'S HAPPY.

WE DID WHAT WE WERE TRAINED TO DO.

REMEMBER THE FIRST DAY?

THE CHIEF SAID ONLY TWO OF US WOULD MAKE IT.

(both) I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE ME AND CRISTINA.

(laughs)

HOW ARE WE THE LAST TWO STANDING?

(door opens)

(people speaking indistinctly)

I AM GONNA MAKE YOUR LIVES A LIVING HELL.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M GONNA ENJOY IT.

YOU LIED TO MY PATIENTS. YOU HIJACKED AN O.R.

YOU PREFORMED A SURGERY

THAT YOU HAD NO POSSIBLE BUSINESS PERFORMING,

AND FOR THE LIFE OF ME,

I-I-I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE THINKING.

MEDICINE HAS A HIERARCHY FOR A REASON.

IF THERE HAD BEEN A COMPLICATION,

YOU KNOW WHOSE ASS WOULD'VE BEEN ON THE LINE HERE?

MINE! NOT YOURS. MINE!

YOU DOCTORS IN THIS RESIDENCY, YOU THINK YOU CAN DO

WHATEVER YOU WANT, WHENEVER YOU WANT.

I'VE GOT SOME NEWS FOR YOU. IAM THE ATTENDING!

YOU ARE THE RESIDENT...

(Goldfrapp) ♪ ...CRAZY WORLD, BUT THEN SUN RESETS YOUR MIND ♪

BUT WHEN THE SUN RISES...

YOU HAVE TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY...

FOR WHAT YOU DID IN THE DARK...

I HAD TO USE SOAP AND WATER.

WHAT? THE ACETONE DIDN'T WORK ON THE SUPERGLUE

TILL I MIXED IT WITH SOAP AND WATER. I COULD USE A LITTLE SOAP AND WATER RIGHT NOW.

I FEEL DISGUSTING. I CAN SMELL YOU FROM UP HERE.

(mouth full) MM. DIBS ON THE SHOWER.

I WANT A BEER. WHO'S UP FOR A BEER? MM.

WHERE ARE YOU GONNA GET A BEER AT 6:00 A.M.? AT HOME.

♪ FEELING ALIVE AGAIN ♪

♪ ALIVE AGAIN ♪

AND FACE YOURSELF UNDER THE COLD, HARSH...

(moan)

LIGHT OF DAY.

(vomiting)

(coughs)

(moans)

(coughs)

(cough)

OH.

WATER?

OH, NO.

(vomits)

(moans)

♪ THE SKY IS CLEAR AND THE MOON IS FULL ♪

♪ LOOKING OUT AT THE UNIVERSE ♪

♪ I THANK THE STARS AND THE HEAVENS ♪

(beeping)

OH.

(beeping stops)

(groans) GOOD MORNING.

GOOD NIGHT.

OH.

♪ I'M ♪

♪ FEELING ALIVE AGAIN ♪

♪ ALIVE AGAIN ♪

♪ I'M ♪

♪ FEELING ALIVE AGAIN ♪

♪ ALIVE AGAIN ♪

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