Grey Anatomy Grey Anatomy in the first quarter 7

October 22, 2010
Derek: So. It intense … this thing I have for, ah, ferry boats I mean. Meredith VO: … that are way too dangerous to cross. Meredith: (turns to smile at Derek) I so taking the stairs this time. Elevator dings. Derek: No self-control. It sad. Really. Cut to Meredith leaving. She runs to catch up with Izzie, George and Cristina . Meredith VO: But here what I know. If you e willing to take the chance … the view from the other side is spectacular. Fadeout. GREY ANATOMY 1×03: Winning a Battle, Losing the War Original Airdate: 4 / 10 / 2005 Written by: Shonda Rhimes Directed by: Tony Goldwyn Meredith in bed. It 4:37 am and raining. Meredith VO: We live out our lives on the surgical unit. Seven days a week, fourteen hours a day. We e together more than we e apart – aaah! (Izzie is standing at the foot of her bed) Izzie: George room is bigger than mine. Meredith gets up but trips and falls flat on her face. She limps away. Meredith VO: After a while – Izzie: I have more clothes, I should have the bigger room. Meredith VO: the ways of residency – George: I got here first. Izzie: It Meredith house, she should decide. Meredith VO: become the ways of life. George: My room is like, two inches bigger than yours! Izzie: You have a bigger closet! George: So? Why is everything always a competition? I – Meredith VO: Number one: always keep score. (Izzie and George argue in the background while she looks for clean clothes) Number two: do whatever you can to outsmart the other guy. George: … put your clothes somewhere else! Izzie: Everywhere else is filled with Meredith mom boxes. George: Meredith? When is your mom coming back to town anyway? Because maybe we can put her boxes in storage. Izzie: Or unpack a few things, make this place a little more homey. Maybe some throw pillows and lamps, a few paintings. George: Oh, paintings would be nice. Izzie: Yeah! You have all this amazing stuff just packed away. In the back hall, I found this box with like a hundred tapes of your mother performing these amazing medical procedures. George: Really? We should watch them. Meredith, you want to watch – (Meredith door slams in their faces; a moment later, it re-opens. Meredith takes Izzie coffee and shuts the door again) George: Meredith, do you want some privacy? Meredith slumps against the other side of the door, holding her coffee. Meredith VO: Number three? Don make friends with the enemy. Cut to Bailey and Shepherd standing on a street corner. Derek: Morning Dr. Bailey. Bailey: (holding up a hand) Shut up. Derek: You realise that I an attending and you e only a resident? So you work for me, right? Bailey: I know I e forgotten something, something is happening today, I know I should know what it is, but I just can … (shakes her head) Derek: All right, nice talking to you Dr. Bailey. Bailey: Something … right in front of my face … Shepherd walks forward to cross the road, Bailey gasps and grabs him. Bailey: Doctor! We see several bike riders race past, two crash. Bailey: Now I remember! Dr Shepherd, watch out. The bike riders aren professionals and are kicking each other etc. Another one crashes. Cut to the hospital, Bailey with her interns. Bailey: Fools on bikes killing themselves. Natural selection is what it is. Alex: (quietly to George) So what up with the Nazi, is she off her meds? George: You never heard of the race? Shot of a nice, neat OR schedule. Webber, Burke and Shepherd are standing in front of it. Webber: Excellent board. Well-timed, balanced, efficient – if all goes well, we l have an early night. Bailey: Chief! Dead baby bike race started twenty minutes ago. Webber: All right, people! Dead baby bike race day! Intern wipes the schedule off. George: Every year this bar – Meredith: The Dead Baby Bar. George: Every year, they hold this underground bike race. Izzie: Don you wonder why someone would name a bar something so disgusting? Cristina: Keep your panties on, Nancy Drew. George: The race is completely illegal, and – Meredith : Crazy, a bunch of bike messengers racing against traffic trying to beat each other for free shots of tequila. Alex: All-out, no holds barred competition, sounds like fun. Izzie: Yeah, you would think that. George: The race doesn even have any rules. Except eye gouging – no eye gouging. Cristina: Oh great, we e going to be trapped in the Pit bandaging up idiots when we could be up in the OR? George: What kind of people engage in a race that has, as its only rule, that you can rip out the eyeballs of another human being? Alex: Men, Georgie, men. Bailey: I need someone to get up to the OR floor, the Chief needs a right hand. Everyone hands shoot up. Bailey: George: Meredith VO: And number four: everything, everything is a competition. Bailey: Okay people, the rules of trauma. Don mingle with the ER interns, they don know their ass from their oesophagus. Sew fast, discharge fast, take bodies up to the OR yesterday. Don let me catch you fighting over patients. Got it? Come on, let go. The interns run and jostle for position. We see injured bike riders everywhere. Cristina: Oh, it like candy, but with blood, which is so much better. Izzie: Oh my god … Cristina: Mine! Izzie: I saw him first! Meredith VO: Whoever said that winning wasn everything … We see a guy with nails in his side. Meredith: Ooh. I l take that guy. Alex: No, you l have to beat me to him first. (they run for him) Meredith VO : … never held a scalpel. Opening sequence. Alex: Heads he mine, tails he yours. Meredith: Why do you get to be heads? Alex: Because I have a head, and you are tail. Meredith: Excuse me. (Meredith closes the curtain on the patient) How do you make everything dirty? (Alex flips it) Ha. Tails. There are plenty of other cases. Alex: So go get one. I was here first. Meredith: I am not backing down so I can do sutures all day while you e up in the OR. This is a surgical case, and you know it. Alex: It superficial. I mean, it cool, but it superficial. Meredith: How do you know those things didn rupture his peritoneum? Alex: Because he sitting up, and he sitting there talking to us! (guy pulls the curtain back) Guy: Allo. Excuse me, I was wondering if you could take these out, and sew me up, so I can go and win my race? Meredith: Well, we can just pull them out, I mean, we ought to – (Alex does just that.) do some tests – Guy: Oh, wicked. Meredith: Are you out of your mind? Alex: It a superficial wound. Sew him up, and let him finish his race. Meredith: You – you – Guy: Good man. Cut to Cristina, Izzie and Derek. Cristina: Unidentified John Doe, mid-thirties pedestrian, hit by a motorist swerving to avoid a bike, GCS 3, pupils fixed and dilated, atropine given for a pulse in the forties, BP 183 over 112 … [medical jargon] Izzie: … and a gram of Phenytoin. Burke: Is he corked? Derek: Looks like. Burke: The bike race claims its first victim. Burke: I ought to make my Triple A repair after all. Izzie: Uh, Dr. Shepherd, he not going to the OR? Derek: No. Do an EEG, and confirmatory tests. If he doesn respond, six hours. Declare him. (leaves) Izzie: Declare him? Declare him what? Cristina: Brain dead. Cut to Webber cleaning up . George: (pulling on a mask) Sir, Dr. Bailey sent me in to assist you, should I scrub in? Webber: No, I stuck here all day. I need you on the floor, monitoring my pre and post -op patients. George: Oh. Webber: You got a problem with that, O alley? George: Oh, uh, no sir. Webber: Oh, a mate of mine in 4451, Lloyd Mackie? Give him whatever he needs. George: Yes sir. Cut to a patient, in his bed, lighting up a cigarette. George: Mr Mackie! No smoking! There no smoking Mr Mackie: Why not? George: Oh my god, you e in a hospital. Mr Mackie: Your point being … George: I don know if you e listened to the surgeon-general lately, say in the past twenty years, but smoking is bad. Smoking will kill you. Mr Mackie: Liver cancer will kill me. Smoking will just speed up the process. George: You e at the top of the donor list for a new liver. There hope. Mr Mackie: Sweetheart, I e been at the top of the donor list for eight months . I not in the batter cage. I in a dugout, about to be traded. George: You like baseball? Mr Mackie: No. George: Oh. Um, well, um, the chief wanted me to look in on you. Mr Mackie: Richard a dear old friend. He been my doctor for thirty years. George: Well, whatever you need, I your man. Just name it. Mr Mackie: I sure I l think of something. Cut to Izzie and Cristina with their patient. Cristina: There no corneal reflexes. Izzie: It been fifty-five minutes. If he doesn respond to these tests in the next five hours, what? We e supposed to just stand here, and watch him die? Cristina: If he doesn respond to these tests, it because he already dead. Izzie: Technically. Legally. Cristina: Actually, Izzie, actually dead. Izzie: He breathing, he has a heartbeat . Cristina: Look at his EEG. There no higher brain function. He l never talk, move or think again. There no one in there. Think like a doctor, Izzie. Izzie: He could wake up. What about a miracle? There are medical miracles, you know. Derek: (standing in the doorway) I know. You e right. Miracles happen. People do wake up, that why we do a series of tests over a set number of hours, so when we call time of death, we know that we e done everything in our power to make sure it actually his time of death. But there isn going to be any miracles. This is the hard part. To stand around as surgeons, and not cut. That what do no harm eans. Cristina: Wish he just go to the light already, so I can get on another case. Izzie shocked. Cristina: Oh, I the devil because I rather be in surgery, instead of standing watch over the death squad? It depressing. Izzie: Look at his sneakers. They e brand new. And somebody sewed this tear in his shirt, and he has one of those electronic key cards. He belongs to someone. An hour ago, he was out there, alive. To simply stand here and wait for him to die … Cristina: Would be a waste of life. Izzie: Exactly. Cristina: It would be a waste of organs. ( leaves. Izzie shocked at her again) Cut to Meredith sewing up Viper. Viper: Ah, you got a nice touch. And by the way, you are a rocking babe. Meredith: Seriously, do you actually think you have a shot here? Viper: I like to think I e got a shot anywhere. Meredith: Look, you really have to let me take you for some tests, and a CT. You could have internal bleeding. Viper: No thank you, I e got a race to get back to. Meredith: Why? You can win now anyway. Viper: Doesn mean I can cross that finish line. There a party at the finish line. Do you want to meet me there? Meredith: One test. A CT. I l have you out of here in an hour. Viper: Can do it, gotta go. Meredith: Okay, well, you realise that you e leaving against medical advice and I strongly urge you to stay. Viper: The frat guy said I could go. Meredith: The frat guy is an ass. Okay, well, you have to sign an AMA form. Viper: Darlin I will do anything you want me to. Meredith: What is it with you guys and your need to dirty everything up? Viper: I don know. Maybe it just testosterone, eh? Meredith: Maybe. You might want to see a doctor about that, too. Viper: Come here (takes the form and signs) There. He gets up, takes a few steps towards the door, turns back, grabs Meredith and kisses her. Viper: That was for good luck. (leaving) Don worry, darling, you l see me again. Meredith: For your sake, I hope not! Meredith shakes her head and begins to strip the bed. She looks up and sees Derek standing outside. Meredith: (as Derek enters) What do you want? Derek: You make out with patients now? Meredith: What are you, jealous? Derek: I don get jealous. Meredith: We had sex, once. Derek: And we kissed, in an elevator.