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(Meredith)
As anyone who's ever had

their tonsils out can tell you,
surgery isn't cheap.

It takes a lot of money to keep
a hospital's doors open.

And when the fun's run out,

it's on us to get out there
and raise some more.

(lights clank) which means...

it's time to put on makeup.

It's time to dress up right.

(kisses)

It's time to get things started
on "The Muppet Show" to...

Crap. Sorry.

(Bailey fussing) I've been watching a lot of
children's television lately.

Are we ready to go?

But you get the idea.

Uh, almost. Someone doesn't
want to put her shoes on.

Hmm?

(man) Can I just get a word?
(camera shutters clicking)

- Hey.
- Hey. I, uh... really hope this red carpet

is something you had laying
around the house, Avery.

We're trying to raise money
tonight, not waste it.

I grew up in this world.
I know how it works.

We're attracting serious
people with serious money

and tailoring an event to them.

Tonight is gonna be tasteful,
sophisticated, conservative.

Come in.

♪

(applause)

(indistinct conversations)

♪

(crowd gasps)

You and I have very different definitions

of the word "conservative."

(pop) (crowd) Cheers!

♪

(cheers and applause)

Ari... what did you spend my money on?

This is what you want. You want spectacle...

- Pizzazz.
- Do I look like someone who wants pizzazz?

When people think of hospitals,

they think of death, disease... old people.

Not sexy. We are giving them Las Vegas.

We are giving them a show.

People are more inclined
to open their wallets

(singsongy) if they're having fun. Boop.

(flame whooshes) (both scream)

(cheers and applause)

He's falling apart.

He's refused to use incentive spirometry.
(monitor beeping steadily)

Look, and his right lung is
just about ready to collapse.

If he wants to suffer,
then maybe we let him. (telephone rings)

Oh, so you're gonna let him die
because he hurt your feelings?

There isn't anything that he can say to me

that I haven't heard from
my mother a thousand times.

I'm bulletproof.

But we can force all the
treatment on him we want.

It won't make a difference
if he decides he does not want

to fight for himself. (telephone ringing)

Maybe he just needs to
see what it feels like

to hit bottom.

(woman) Dr. Bailey?

Radiology wants to see you regarding

Gene Steers' P.E.T. scan results.

Um, call respiratory, and get
Dr. Webber started on C.P.A.P.

- Oh, he is not going to like that.
- He doesn't have to like it.

He just has to do it.

- Trade assignments with me.
- No.

You're in a bad mood because
your crappy boyfriend

didn't invite you to the gala.

But you know what's gonna
make you feel better?

Spending a night on the peds floor...

(bag crinkles) with all of
the delightful little children.

Or I could just punch
my crappy boyfriend in the junk.

Why not both? (elevator bell dings)

- Shane, trade with me.
- I'm a surgeon, not a babysitter.

- Me either. Why do I get screwed?
- Cruel twist of fate?

Hey! Ross. Edwards.

It's just the two of you down here tonight,

so if you find yourselves in over your head,

call a grown-up.

Kepner, kid in bed 8 has
abdominal pain and vomiting.

If C.T.'s negative,
give him fluids and send him home.

- Don't we look spiffy.
- Yeah, I do.

You look like crap.

I haven't had a chance to
freshen up yet, you ass.

- (man) Watch your back! Coming through!
- Holy heck.

Hey, what's the story?

Once upon a time, three idiots got wasted

- and ran their car into a tree.
- They're drunk?

No, high as kites.

Lucky they were the only ones that got hurt.

Hey, Sinatra, I'll give you
a fiver for a glass of wine.

(Shane) Sir, what'd you take?

It's heroin. Add a tox
screen to their trauma labs.

- What's your name?
- No I.D. on any of 'em.

We've been going with John,
Jerry, and Jake Doe.

- Cute.
- Okay, let's hustle, get a full trauma workup

so I can get upstairs and
run a brush through my hair.

(gasps)

(indistinct conversations)

♪

Oh!

♪

Meredith Grey, as I live and breathe.

I haven't seen you in ages. How's, uh...

Derek liking maternity leave?

He's on paternity leave.

- Yeah, okay.
- We have a deal.

I don't work. Neither does he.

It's working out well.

I live in your house.
You're bored out of your minds.

Yeah, they've got all this
pent-up surgical energy

and now everything's a competition.

- It is not.
- And he's winning.

- (gasps) Oh.
- He is not winning.

He couldn't even get Zola
to put her shoes on tonight.

I did that. I got her to
put her shoes on.

So I'm winning.

(cheers and applause)

I need to come back to work.

- Drink?
- Ooh. Excuse me.

(both laugh)

That's the creepiest waiter I've ever seen.

Bailey's gonna lose her mind.
She can't stand clowns.

- This is gonna be hilarious.
- Bailey's not coming.

What?! Wait, we can do that?

Okay, I have been dreading
having to be in the same room

with Arizona. If this isn't mandatory,

- I'm going home.
- Wait, nobody's going home.

I'm giving 10% of tonight's take

To the department that
raises the most money.

Spread the... word.

- Wow.
- Derek is really good at this kind of thing.

- I should get started before he does.
- Oh, I think he already has.

(woman) Amazing.

(chuckles) Oh, come on.

♪

(cheering)

♪

I have to confess something.
I know who you are.

I saw your video from the T.E.D. conference

and I just... I'm sorry.
I'm a little starstruck.

(chuckles) Really?

Yeah... you know, I go every year, and...

so many of the talks often focus on the tech

or something clever, but yours...

you spoke from the heart.
you might be surprised...

(voice fades) (sighs deeply)

(man speaking indistinctly)

The truth. You're an inspiration.

If I lost my wife in a plane crash...

Oh, I'm sorry. What?

Your wife. She... passed away, right?

♪

Yes... she did.

It's...

it's been really hard.

Cristina.

You and I have to join forces

so that Derek does not win Avery's money.

Prison's changed you.

(guests gasp)

We are in trouble.

Avery bet the farm on this party.

Listen to you two.

This is not that difficult.
Just be charming.

Use the same skills you would if you were

picking someone up at a bar.
I know you know how to do that.

And you need to practice

if we're gonna get serious about
meeting new people. (sighs)

- You need to let that go.
- Ooh, Richie Rich, 10:00.

(applause)

Mr. Steers, I know this is hard to hear,

but the P.E.T. scan showed
your cancer has spread.

I'm afraid surgery is no longer an option.

I'll tell you what's hard...

this pillow.

Why don't you have that oriental nurse

- bring me a new one?
- Gene...

We've talked about this.

Victoria is from the Philippines.

- That's what I said.
- No, it isn't!

Okay, fine.

So no surgery. What's that mean?

More chemo? What's the next step?

We talked about worst case scenarios

before the P.E.T.
scan, and... this... is it.

Um, these are brochures from
several local facilities

that can help ease you
into the final stages.

When you're ready,

we can talk about which
might be the best fit.

Best fit is gonna be the one
with topless nurses.

Mm.

I don't need any of that
fully nude business.

They don't serve booze at the joints

where the girls ditch their skivvies.

Matter of fact,
how about I slip you a tenner,

you slip me a bottle of somethin'?

I'll be available

when you're ready to
talk about your options.

I'll call if I start to feel weepy.

♪

(indistinct conversations)

- What are you doing?
- (mouth full) Eating shrimp at a party.

I just spent 20 minutes
talking to donors about you

when they'd prefer to be
talking to you.

You need to... Alex...

- Have you been listening to me?
- I gotta get some air.

Alex!

♪

(cheers and applause)

- Where the hell are you going?
- Hey, Jackson!

Champagne?

- (guests) Ohh!
- This is amazing!

- Oh, the magician... (laughs) incredible.
- This is warm.

Oh, yeah, big bird said there's no ice.

Apparently, a miscommunication between

the caterer and the venue.

(sighs) Cooling blankets.

We have some back at the hospital.

They can bring a patient's
temperature down in minutes, right?

- No reason those can't chill a bottle.
- That's ridiculous.

Then it's on theme for the night.
(cheers and applause)

(chuckles) And I can't leave.

Um... could you please
run back and grab 'em?

- What? No, but, uh, the magician is the...
- Please?

Please... (sighs)

Fine.

(guests) Ooh! (applause)

(chuckles) And that is not even close
to the strangest thing I've seen.

Though, honestly, that story
I don't think is, uh... (chuckles)

- (whispers) appropriate.
- Well, I'll tell you what, chief.

I'm gonna take a walk over to that table,

and I'm gonna stick a little somethin'

in that cash box. Now when I come back,

maybe you'll be a little less reluctant

to give up the goods, Owen.

(laughs) (laughs)

Well, now I want to hear that story.

♪

- Emma Marling.
- Owen Hunt.

Oh, chief of surgery.

Well, I guess Grey Sloan

is pulling out its "a" game tonight.

I wasn't sure when I got
a load of the clowns.

Oh, come on. Clowns are great.

People love clowns.

(chuckles)

You worried me there for a second.

I was afraid you and I weren't gonna have

anything to talk about.

(indistinct conversations)

(Cristina laughing in distance) Um...

(speaks inaudibly) Oh, really?

Hey, um... buy you a drink?

- Isn't it an open bar?
- The price is right.

Oh. (chuckles)

- Okay.
- Thanks.

(indistinct conversations)

- What was that?
- What was what?

That whole sparkly eye thing.

Well, I can't help it
if my eyes have a natural sparkle.

You were flirting. I don't
know what you're talking about.

Go juggle some balls.

You just brought a knife to a gun fight.

(woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

(sighs)

- Arizona?
- Uh... (sniffles)

Hey, um... it turns out we needed more...
(plastic bags crackling)

I.V. kits up in peds,
but I can't seem to find them.

- Do you need a hand?
- No, no. Um, I'll be fine.

(telephone rings in distance)
Okay. Just gonna...

grab these.

Cool.

(crying)

Jake's febrile and he's got
a crazy-high white count.

You factor in the heroin,

and we're probably looking at endocarditis.

And I think he's got a pericardial effusion.

So he could tamponade at the drop of a hat.

And there's another multiple
trauma on its way in.

This is like medical whac-a-mole. I love it.

Kepner said we should call someone

if we're in over our heads. (sighs)

- Oh, good. Dr. Karev.
- Hey, I just wanted to follow up

- on the abdominal pain kid.
- C.T. was negative,

So we gave him a couple fluid
boluses and sent him home.

Great, uh, what about those guys?

Uh, they're pretty banged up,
but nothing we can't handle.

Great. Good. Uh, keep it up.

- Nothing we can't handle?
- We've been preparing for this all year.

They have their party tonight.
This is ours. Enjoy it.

(monitor beeping rapidly)

Oh, he's bleeding from his chest tube.

- Did you check his coags?
- Uh, they're still pending.

Uh, get me a petroleum
dressing and some gauze!

And call X-ray to get here stat!
(siren wailing in distance)

Doctors! Incoming!

You want to call someone,
or do you wanna be a rock star?

(monitor beeping rapidly)

Somebody call the blood bank,
make sure they've got

plenty of O-neg on deck.

I want those trauma rooms ready for action.

Anyone who can be moved, move them!

We need all the empty beds we can get!

Hey! You heard her. Lock and load!

(man) Okay, let's move!

(indistinct conversations)

(guests) Ohh! (cheers and applause)

- I know, look.
- Isn't that something?

(chuckles) You pulled
a sleeping baby out of day care

to do your dirty work? (gasps)

- You're disgusting.
- He's got his mother's sparkle.

Hello, baby. (Bailey fussing)

Oh, and he's hungry.

Convenient.

He's my guy.

- I'm gonna kill you dead.
- Mm.

Oh, you're under a lot of pressure at work.

Lots of late nights and weekends.

But still, you stay active.
Lots of, uh, physical activity?

You can tell all that from my pulse?

Sure... and the way the tux fits.

Oh, my, this watch is gorgeous.

- It's vintage. It was my father's, actually.
- Hmm.

- He, uh... he... he would wager watches.
- Mm-hmm.

- And so he won this one.
- You know, you need another one.

I'll be right back.

(guests) Ohh!

There is a gal over there
doing close-up magic.

You have to see it.

(chuckles) Uh...

Emma Marling, this is Dr. Cristina Yang...

- Our best cardio fellow.
- How's it hanging?

(chuckles)

Go on. You're missing the magic.

(applause)

(guests gasp)

- Whiskey soda.
- (man) Coming right up.

You are barking up
the wrong tree with that one.

You're never gonna get
a donation out of her.

Those shoes... outlet mall all the way.

You want...

that.

What... that old lady?

- That old lady in Chanel.
- (man) Here you go.

Thank you.

Go get 'em, tiger.

(indistinct conversations, applause)

♪

(bottles clink)

(Callie) It was a beautiful service,
but after...

little Sofia just kept asking...

(voice breaking) "why is mommy
not coming home with us?"

You are so strong.

No, it's...

Really, it's my work that's kept me strong.

This... this hospital, you know, these...

- these people.
- That's beautiful.

- Where can I make my donation?
- (sniffles) Right over there next to the stairs.

(guests) Ohh! (bottles clink)

The nights are the hardest, though.

I know exactly what you mean.

Ever since Harvey died,
I can't fall asleep in our bed.

I spend all of my nights on the couch...

with the cat.

Exactly.

Wait, what?

What is the matter with you?

I-I know this is a difficult time,

but you cannot talk to my nurses that way.

- Your move.
- What?

I figured out your problem.
Your mind is all closed off.

Oh-oh, my mind is closed?

We need to get it fired
up so you can figure out

how you're gonna get this cancer out of me.

(telephone rings) Here... I figured you'd
want to play black, 'cause, well...

you know.

(ring)

If there was anything
I thought we could try...

There is.

- Make a move.
- Yeah, I have other patients.

- I-I can't just stand here and...
- What would Rosa Parks say?

- Excuse me?
- Or Martin Luther King?

You think they would
just stand over there

and make excuses like you are?

You people are supposed
to be tougher than this.

Yeah, oh, I believe that
you and I have reached

the end of our ability to work together.

I'll have a counselor come by

- and talk to you about the brochures.
- Oh, I see.

You're giving up on me because
you don't like the way I talk.

You're just gonna let me
die 'cause I offend you.

I am trying to give you
the best care I possibly can

despite the fact that you offend me.

You are rude and demeaning,

and I am still trying to help you move on

in the most comfortable way possible.

I am not going to move on.

I'm not gonna pass away or go to heaven

or make a journey home.

I am going to die.

My lungs are gonna deflate.

I'm gonna lose control of my bowels.

My tongue's gonna roll
to the back of my head.

I am going to be dead.

There's no making it sound nice or pretty.

It is not good.
I am going to cease to exist.

And I don't want to. I am not ready.

(teeth clenched) So get off
your ass and do something!

(machine beeping erratically)
What the hell are you doing?

- He needs a pericardiocentesis.
- Yeah, we can't just do that.

- I thought you wanted to be a rock star.
- That was before

you started talking about
shoving needles into hearts.

- Stop! I'm calling someone.
- Not yet.

- Shane!
- Not yet.

(erratic beeping continues)

This is really very sweet of you.

But you know, you don't have to...

you don't have to sit here with me.

I don't mind. (slurps)

I just... (sighs)

I can't stand the way she looks at me,

the way that everyone looks at me.

- Uh, no one's looking at you.
- Please.

I grew up gay.

I know what it feels like
when people are staring.

You're missing a leg, and they stare.

And everyone knows you're a cheater,

and they stare.

And they talk, and they judge,
and they... stare.

(sighs)

(slurps)

- Like that.
- What?

- C-come on now, you were telling a story.
- I know...

I know how you must feel about me.

And I know you try and hide it,

but I can see it on your face.

What do you think you see?

You know...

Jesus.

Oh, come on.

Oh, what, to be... it's...
I-I'm incapable of empathy

because I go to church?
What is that about?

I can empathize like nobody's business,

especially with a cheater.

You're right. (clears throat)

I'm sorry. (bottle clinks,
champagne pouring)

Thank you.

I'm sorry for calling you a cheater.

I am, though.

I know.

(sighs) She stared at me, too.

But the way she stared...

felt... really, really good.

You know?

Actually, I do.

(Emma) And then...

he chainsawed his leg off.

But that's not even close to
the strangest thing I've seen.

Though, honestly, I'm not sure that story

is appropriate. (chuckles)

(clears throat)

Gentlemen, that story's gonna have to wait.

Okay, I look forward to it.

- I've been watching you.
- Oh.

Chatting up our donors, stealing my stories.

- You're a thief.
- You've been watching me?

Mm-hmm. Who are you?

Dr. Emma Marling,

maternal-fetal medicine, Seattle Pres.

After that storm, we've been hurting, too...

badly.

I've been pushing our board to
throw a fund-raiser for weeks,

and I can't get any traction.
So here I am...

borrowing yours. I'm not a thief.

- You stole my story.
- It's a good story.

I don't get this.
You are here to get donations,

and you spend all this time talking to me.

(indistinct conversations)

You-you want me to say it?

(mouths words) (chuckles) I mean,

look at you.

(cheers and applause)

(laughter)

(indistinct conversations)

(mouths words)

Impressive party.

Another whiskey soda.

That's your fifth one.

Who are you, my mom? I'm not drinking.

Gotta stay sharp.

This is for the C.F.O.
of A.E.C. interactive.

Got him on the ropes.

Every drink he knocks back

is another "zero" added to the check

I collect at the end of the night.

That sounds wrong.

Right and wrong don't live here, son.

This is the wild west.

This is so much fun!

It's like when we were interns...

stealing surgeries, playing dirty.

I don't really get to do that anymore.

Does this look stupid?

The kid spit up on my dress,
and in my dress...

all over, really.

Oh, for the love of god, Mer.
You're making it so easy.

Every night, Harvey would whisper,
"I love you"

into my ear just as I was falling asleep.

It's been ten years since, and still,

every night, I feel like
I can hear his voice.

Do you ever feel like that...
like she's still with you?

(microphone taps)
(Jackson, amplified voice) All right.

Can I have your attention, please?

Oh, speech! Speech! Everybody, hush up!

Oh, sorry. (chuckles) He's gonna talk now.

Thank you. Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

I am Dr. Jackson Avery.

And on behalf of the board of
Grey Sloan memorial hospital,

I just want to say, "welcome."

(cheering) Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Now over the past year,
we have seen many changes,

from a change in name to
a change in leadership...

and it has all been a challenge.

But it's been a challenge that we've all

been more than happy to accept.

(cheers and applause)

Thank you.

As surgeons... (boom)

(guests gasp) Wait!

(thuds) (guests gasp)

- Was that part of it?
- I don't think so.

(guests murmuring)

Oh, no, no, no! You need to stop.

You could have internal injuries or breaks.

Um... I think I'm okay. See?

I'm okay. I'm fine.

(cracks) Ow!

(gasping and shouting)

So, yeah, I'd say there's a break.

(sobs)

- What's the update on those paramedics, Avery?
- Should be here any minute.

No pulse. Okay. Hold still.
This is gonna hurt.

Ready on my count. One, two... (crying)

Three! (cracks)

(screams)

- (lowered voice) Do you think he's watching?
- Who?

Richie Rich. 'Cause we look
freaking amazing right now.

Cristina, gross! (cell phone ringing)

Edwards, someone better be dying.

I'm really hoping to avoid that, Dr. Yang.

Ross is doing a pericardial
window in the E.R.

Okay, when he aspirates the fluid,

get him to the O.R. I'm on my way. (beeps)

- Go. We got this.
- This way, guys.

- Where are you going?
- Oh, back to the hospital.

- Some junkie with endocarditis is tamponading.
- Which junkie?

There's more than one?

It's all about forgiveness. Mm-hmm.

And that's... that's what's important.

You... he... he sees me for who I am.

And he accepts me for what I've done.

But that's... that's everything.

Are we talking about Matthew or Jesus?
(door opens)

- Dr. Robbins?
- Yes!

- You paged me...
- Hi.

- To a closet?
- I need you to run across to the gala

and grab a bottle of champagne because

- we're low.
- We are low.

You want me to steal booze

from the party I wasn't invited to?

And snacks! (chuckles)

- Screw this day.
- Uh, thank you, Murphy.

Thank you. (door closes)

(exhales)

You think Callie's ever gonna forgive me?

Probably not.

She's telling everybody at
the gala that you're dead.

(man) You know, we're about ready to roll.

(ambulance doors open)

(man shouts indistinctly)

(Jackson) Hey, I'm coming, too.

How are we doing on our fund-raising goal?

Oh, we're not even halfway there.

Well, then you've got plenty to do here.

(man) We're taking them out of downtown.

(ambulance doors close, horn blares)

(tires screech) (Meredith)
I'm worried about internal injuries.

Make sure they rush her to C.T. all right.

You're not coming?

We're on maternity leave. We have a deal.

Mer, let's go. We need all hands on deck.

(rattling and clacking)

(muffled voice) Let me go!

Let go! (grunts)
Dr. Webber... please!

- Dr. Webber...
- Oh! I-I can take it from here.

- I can take it.
- Let go!

(panting) (whooshing)

(raspy voice) I don't want this.

(whooshing stops) (coughing)

There's a man down the hall. He is ornery.

He's a jackass. He's dying.

And he won't stop fighting,

even though there isn't
anything I can do for him.

And then I've got you. (continues coughing)

You've got a million options,
and you refuse to try.

You have atelectasis.

You are in danger for
pneumothorax pneumonia, R.D.S.

and Meredith Grey is ready
to let you slip into a coma.

But I am not! You breathe in through this,

your lungs get stronger, you get better.

It's damn simple math. (clatters)

What do you wanna do?

(clatters)

(sighs) (clatters and thuds)

- This is dumb. Put this on. Put...
- No! No!

- Just... Richard!
- No.

Richard! (grunts)

(chair clatters) (strained voice)
Get the hell...

out!

(sighs)

Let's take him off bypass
and see how we did.

(suction gurgling, monitor beeping steadily)

Everything okay, Dr. Yang?

Pericardial window is a pretty
risky move for an intern.

I... I didn't have a choice.

The fluid was too thick
for a pericardiocentesis.

You had a choice.

You could have called someone
the minute he tamponaded,

but you didn't.

You basically got to do
a surgery in the E.R.

and now you're up here with me,

while Edwards is down in the pit.

- You're a shark.
- I'm not! I swear.

Ross, it's a good thing.

All great surgeons are sharks.

You see what you want and do
whatever it takes to get it.

Like me. And never apologize.

Sharks don't apologize.
(monitor beeping rapidly)

- Monitor.
- (man) Here you go.

Where's that coming from?

It's coming from inside.
That means we have two options.

One... we can put him back on bypass,
undo all our work,

and find the source, or...

two... I take a guess, throw in a U-stitch

and hope I don't shred
the heart in the process.

Dr. Ross, what do you think?

Sharks don't swim backward.
Only forward... or they die.

♪

Option 2 it is. 4-0 prolene.

Here you go.

(Cristina) There it is.

(Shane)
What's supposed to happen?

If it worked, nothing. If it didn't...

lots.

(monitor beeping steadily)

(steady beeping continues)

(squishing)

That'll do, sharky. That'll do.

(indistinct conversations)

- Murphy, those aren't for you.
- Yeah, I know.

Have you seen my wife?

Uh, she, uh, hopped on a
rig with the paramedics.

- (under breath) Damn it.
- Hey, Shepherd?

Shepherd! Wilson, where the hell is Karev?

Question of the night!

You know, I should be at work right now.

You know, Stephanie doesn't
realize how lucky she is.

She should be thanking you
instead of being pissed at you.

Yeah. Wait, what? (sighs)

- She wanted to come tonight?
- She bought a dress.

- She never said anything.
- Of course not.

If she had to say something,
it wouldn't mean as much

- as if you'd had the idea on your own.
- Oh, my god.

- My head hurts so much.
- (sighs) It doesn't matter now.

The party died the minute
the aerialist fell on big bird.

People see a woman's tibia
impale her own foot,

it's hard to steer the conversation

- in a different direction.
- They're gonna be fine.

All right. There's a hospital right down...

down the street.

You know what? Ladies and gentlemen!

Folks, wait a second.

(telephone ringing)

Dr. Bailey?

(sighs)

Dr. Bailey, please?

(woman over P.A.)
Dr. Stuart to I.C.U.

Dr. Stuart to I.C.U.

What do you need?

I haven't played chess in a year.

(sighs)
I can't keep having this fight, Gene.

No, I know. I just...

the guys at the park
stopped letting me play.

(chuckles)

'Cause of the things I say.

I'm not trying to offend you.

That's not true.

I said a couple of those things on purpose.

So... I'm sorry.

You don't have to play the game,
but please...

I'm scared.

(voice breaking) I don't have anybody.

I don't want to be alone.

(suction gurgling, monitor beeping steadily)

(pounds window)

What are you doing?

Repairing a gastric rupture. It's fun.

You can't just decide to operate.

Derek, you're better at
charming the donors than I am.

I admit it. You can have it.

- We had a deal.
- You're more than welcome to come and join me.

Come get a little blood on your hands.

I'll even let you hold a retractor.

(suction continues gurgling)
All right, I'm gonna change.

(monitor beeping steadily)

(both laughing)

(bottle thuds)

Oh, this is really, really fun,

and I needed fun.

Me, too.

Yeah.

(both continue laughing)

Oh.

Can I try on your leg?

(laughs)

(laughs)

You said what?

I was cornered by the widow amos...
(drill whirring)

who was, you know, actually a widow.

Her story was so sad, and
she took out her checkbook, and I...

ugh, I'm so gross.

Yeah. (chuckles)

(whirring) I sort of get it, though.

- Really?
- Mm. This stuff...

it's not easy.

And Cristina... she keeps pushing me to date.

God, I can't even think about that.
(whirring stops)

Yeah. You really can't keep
telling people that she's dead.

I know.

(indistinct conversations)

(switch clicks, static warbles)

(Jackson) Doctors, we have visitors.

(people murmuring)

- What is he up to?
- I don't know.

Okay, now if you'll notice the pins
that Dr. Torres

is drilling into place...
that is the external fixation

- I was telling you about.
- Are-are we allowed to be here?

Yes, I spoke with Irina's husband.

He said that if there's one
thing that she believes in,

it's that the show must go on.

Now we showed you guys a circus tonight.

But this... this is the real show.

This is what we do here.

We are gonna get this
woman back on her feet.

And then before you leave this evening,

I would ask that you please consider

helping us get back on ours.

(drill resumes whirring)

How much do you need?

(people murmuring)

(door opens)

Wow!

I usually have really
good radar for this crap.

- What are you talking about?
- What the hell is this?

Oh, that's not funny.

Don't freaking joke like that.
I don't do that.

I'm just trying to do a freakin' blood draw.

- Why?
- I think my dad's in the hospital.

I don't understand what that means.

I don't know. I can't...

I haven't seen him in 20 years.

And this guy... some old junkie...

crashed a car, has no I.D.,
he's ragged, wrecked.

But his voice in the E.R...
Guy called me Sinatra.

It was like somebody poured
ice water down my neck.

That feeling hasn't gone away.

- So this is a paternity test?
- I don't know.

No.

I thought I could live the rest of my life

and never see him again.

I don't want it to be him.

If you take the test,
then you'll know for sure.

If it isn't him,
then that feeling will go away.

I guess that's true.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

You know, I'm actually pretty smart.

You'd know that if you tried talking to me

instead of ditching me at fancy parties.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

Okay.

That surgery was incredible.

- I haven't felt this relaxed in months.
- (grunts) Me either.

(sighs)

- What?
- Reminiscing.

About?

You, me, an exam room, and your panties

pinned to a bulletin board.

Oh, the prom. (laughs)

Except you didn't have blood on your suit,

- and I wasn't wearing a sweatshirt.
- I think it's sexy.

Now you're doing the sparkly eye thing.

- I have no idea what you're talking about.
- Mm-hmm.

Is it working?

(laughs)

(grunts) (screams and laughs)

(wheels clacking, monitor beeping steadily)

Hey, hey! What... what's this?

You're getting a roommate.

Gene, Richard. Richard, Gene.

Calm down, dick.

The way you look, can't imagine

you're gonna be around much longer anyway.

(sighs) These are a few
options for facilities

that assist with end of life care.

Since you two are in the same boat,

figured you could go through them together.

(woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

Crack a window when you go.

Smells like something died in here.

(elevator bell dings in distance)

(man) ♪ hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ pop a bottle and throw all day ♪

♪ pop a bottle and throw all day ♪

Jake's in the I.C.U. Should pull through.

How are things down here?

Oh, you know... (trash lid slams shut)

only amazing.

(chuckles)
I cannot believe I was in such a snit

over not going to a stupid party.

I mean, I have done burr holes, a crike,

and I pulled a hunk of glass this big

out of a dude's face!

(fabric rustles)

You were totally right. I am a rock star.

You are a rock star.
We are rock stars. (slaps chest)

We're not rock stars. We're sharks.

We're rock sharks! (chuckles)

♪ at the bar tonight ♪ (grunts)

Hey...

♪ but that's a no-can-do ♪

♪ rest all night, steal the bottle for you ♪

♪ bring your friends along,
we can make the party move ♪

♪ hey, hey ♪

Okay, then.

Jackson!

♪ all day, pop a bottle and throw all day ♪

♪ 'cause we coming out tonight ♪

I heard you were here. I just wanted to, um,

- catch you before you leave.
- (chuckles) Here... here I am.

- I like the blue.
- Oh, thank you.

Oh!

There are more zeroes than
fit in this little box.

Let's get outta here.

To... uh, where?

(chuckles) Come on. Don't be coy.

You like me.

There's no way this was all about the money.

Oh... (clicks tongue)

no, it was all about the money.

(elevator bell dings in distance)
You flirt with me all night,

get me to write this big check,

- and then nothing?
- Yeah.

And you don't feel even
a little bit bad about that?

No.

(whispers) That's actually even hotter.

(chuckles) You have a good night.

It doesn't have to be all about money.

You could sleep with me for free.

Ah! Ha ha ha!

♪ 'cause we coming out tonight ♪

(vacuum whirring in distance)

I have to talk to you.

- Look, I don't know what happened...
- Oh, would you stop?

I've been here too many times, honestly.

I'm too old. I'm too busy
to be playing games with you.

I'm not playing games.

You're pissed because I didn't
invite you to this stupid thing,

and now you're getting back at me with Ross.

That's not true.

- Oh, you're not pissed at me?
- Yes! I was. Yeah, I was, okay?

You threw a party, and you didn't invite me.

So yeah, my feelings were hurt a little bit.

But that has nothing to do
with what happened in the E.R.

Ross kissed me.

I don't know where it came from.

I did not ask for it.

I swear.

Fine.

- Fine?
- Yeah... fine.

And this wasn't a party. This was work.

Nobody wanted to come.
I never thought you did.

If you and I are gonna do this,

you've gotta start talking to me.

No more getting mad

and then waiting to see if I know you're mad

- or any of that.
- Yeah, okay.

I didn't want him to kiss me.

I want you to kiss me.

Look at this.

They got a picture of a damned rabbit

hopping through a meadow.

Sunshine and daisies

and friggin' bunny rabbits.

Could be worse. (clears throat)

You could die in that bed...

in this room.

(sighs) This hospital could
be the last place you see.

(telephone ringing in distance)

You don't want to die here.

No. I don't.

(exhales deeply)

It is a pretty lawn.

If I gotta kick,
could be nice to do it outside.

(sighs)

The food's gotta be better
than what they serve here.

I wouldn't feed that slop to a gypsy.

Mm.

I said "I wouldn't." I was being nice.

(inhales deeply)

(whistles and clatters) (grunts)

(clears throat)

(whistling and clattering)

(exhales and grunts)

(sighs)

(coughs)

(man) ♪ if I ever were to lose you ♪

♪ surely... ♪

Hey! Are-are you gonna
head back up the street?

Uh, no, I was just heading home.

Listen, I don't blame you for not wanting

to get out there and date. People are...

gross.

But we look great.
So you wanna go hit Joe's?

(door opens)

♪

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?
- You're here?

Yeah, I... uh, really, uh,

had a good excuse all worked up,

and now I'm completely blanking. (chuckles)

♪ and I believe 'cause I can... ♪

I was just heading home.

It was really nice to meet you.

You, too.

Good night.

♪

♪ I believe ♪

(Meredith)
Overture, curtain, lights.

♪ 'cause I can see ♪

♪ how it should be ♪

♪ days of you and me ♪

I have the results.

This is it...

the night of nights.

- I don't wanna know...
- He's your dad.

What?

Oh, my god. I jumped the gun.

I am sorry. I am so sorry.

Alex! (clatters)

Shotgun! (slurring)
I get car sick in the back.

(car door opens) Ohh!

♪

Ugh, I might get car sick in the front.

(whirring) Thank you.

I'm about to take my intern exam,

which means I am about to
be a second-year resident.

My babysitting days are done.

And I would appreciate, if moving forward,

you would treat me with
the respect that entails.

You're adorable.

Excuse me.

(man shouting indistinctly)

♪

(tires screech, siren whoops)

No more rehearsing
and nursing a part.

We know every part by heart.

- Ross, what's going on?
- Multi-car mash-up in the E.R.

♪ I believe 'cause I can see ♪

Be a shame to wake the kids.

Tonight, what heights we'll hit.

♪ days of you and me ♪

On with the show.

♪ you and me ♪

♪ days ♪

This is it.

(indistinct conversations)

I'm Dr. Grey.

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