Grey's Anatomy

Last season on Grey's Anatomy...

You have to go. I'm late. Seriously. Goodbye.

Uh...

- Derek. - Yeah.

A month ago you were in med school being taught by doctors.

Today, you are the doctors.

You're interns. Grunts.

Nobodies. Bottom of the surgical food chain.

It's like candy, but with blood, which is so much better.

Dr. Shepherd? He's over there.

Who here feels like they have no idea what they're doing?

- Stop looking at me like that. - Like what?

Like you've seen me naked.

I don't get picked for surgeries 'cause I slept with my boss

and didn't get into med school 'cause I have a famous mother.

I used to be a doctor, I think.

Fine, George and Izzie, you can move in to the house.

So, you blew me off for a bottle of tequila.

It's not nearly as much fun to wake up to.

You mind movin' this tail wagon?

The next time I see you favoring Meredith Grey in any way,

I'll make sure she doesn't see the inside of an OR for a month.

- You know, I'm your boss. - You don't scare me.

Richard promised chief to both of us.

Keep friends close and enemies closer.

- Morning, Dr. Model. - Dr. Evil Spawn.

You're not the enemy. You're just the competition.

What is this that we're doing here?

You need a definition?

There are other options.

It's a tumor. It's pressing against your optic nerve.

You've got syphilis.

I don't know how this happened.

You and Alex?

You gave me syphilis?

Some people would call this a relationship.

- Who? - Me.

My God, you're falling for him.

What makes a hotshot doc leave the Big Apple for Seattle?

- Hi. I'm Addison Shepherd. - Shepherd?

And you must be the woman who's been screwing my husband.

To be a good surgeon, you have to think like a surgeon.

Emotions are messy.

Tuck them neatly away and step into a clean, sterile room

where the procedure is simple.

Cut, suture, and close.

You look familiar. You been here before?

Once. That worked out really well.

I know that look. It's probably one of two things.

Either your boss is giving you hell or your boyfriend is. Which is it?

Both.

But sometimes, you're faced with a cut that won't heal.

My boyfriend is my boss, which was a problem.

But not as big a problem as the fact that my boyfriend has a wife.

Tell you what, this one, it's on the house.

A cut that rips its stitches wide open.

- Addison what are you doing here? - Your hair's different.

A lot of things are different.

It's longer. I like it. It's very Russell Crowe.

- What are you doing here? - What are you doing here?

You just pick up and leave everything?

Your house, your practice, your friends?

You have a life in Manhattan.

Had.

And now you have a girlfriend in Seattle.

She seems sweet.

The ice you're on. Thin.

She's young.

That whole wide-eyed, he's-a-brain-surgeon thing happening, but still sweet.

Which was what you were going for, right? The anti-Addison?

If you came out here to try to win me back, you can forget about it.

I did, I flew all the way across the country

to reminisce over wedding photos,

get drunk, fall into bed, and make you realize you can't live without me.

Relax. Derek, I'm here for work.

I'm helming the TTTS case you guys admitted last week

and from Richard's briefing, I should be...

- Richard knew you were coming out here? - He asked me to come. Didn't he tell you?

- No. He didn't. - Hmm. Surprise.

The hair, though. You know I've always had a thing for Russell Crowe.

Let me see it.

No lacerations, minimal swelling.

- George really knocked you around. - He's a lightweight.

- Could've pinned him in a second. - Yes? So why didn't you?

Are you kidding? I'm riding a career in Plastics all the way to the bank.

Can't afford to injure these babies.

- Especially over O'Malley. - You had it coming.

The dude punches like my sister.

So, by your definition then you got beat up by a girl.

All hail the champ!

So my guy Alex finally got what was coming to him.

George knocked him down in one punch. You should've see it.

I don't want to talk about it!

Brag, champ, brag! You've earned it!

Can I have a beer, please?

Let's play a game of whose life sucks the most.

- I'll win. I always win. - No, you don't want to play with me.

Oh, I do. I'll even go first.

Derek's married.

George, beer is dripping from your nostrils.

Told you I'd win.

No, you don't win.

Did you hear me?

I said Derek is married.

As in pigheaded, adulterous, liar married.

Nothing you could say could top that.

I'm pregnant.

I win.

Joe, you all right?

Hey, Joe!

OK. Maybe Joe wins.

- Joe, lie down. Lie back down. - The medics are coming.

- You called the gurney patrol? - Sit back and relax.

We have to take you to the hospital to run some tests...

Tests? I don't need tests. I'm fine!

Dude, you collapsed on the floor.

This is your bar. You know how filthy this floor is.

- Radial pulse is strong. - Minor skull contusions.

- You're sleeping with someone? - What?

- Who? - Why is that such a shock?

- Even George managed to get some action. - Correction. George got some syphilis.

How could I not know you were sleeping with someone?

Forget this. The hospital is right across the street.

I can sure as hell walk across the street by myself.

- Oh, I think we should... - No, I got him. Joe!

All right.

Details. You're pregnant?

What are you gonna do?

Look, you know what happens with pregnant interns.

I'm not switching to the vagina squad

or spending my life popping zits.

I'm too talented. Surgery's my life.

Which begs the question, who are you sleeping with?

- Just a guy. - That's all I get?

You can't just bring something like this up and expect me to drop it.

Well, watch me.

Why are you back here tonight? Don't you have a date with McDreamy?

- More like McMarried. - McWhat?

I came to check on Joe.

- Do you think he's gonna be OK? - You think he's gonna need an operation?

Operation, yes. OK, hard to tell.

Basilar artery's like a balloon. Subarachnoid bleeding.

- Aneurysm the size of a golf ball. - No way to clip something like that.

Not without magic fingers.

Or a standstill operation.

You're doing a standstill...

He's doing a standstill operation.

I'd like to try.

But first I need some additional patient history, overnight labs, and a...

cerebral angio.

- I'm drunk. - Meredith...

McBastard.

Ahem.

- What are you doing? - Uh...

I am on her side. But we're talking a possible standstill here.

Recognize.

- Meredith! - Go away!

Just wait. We should discuss this.

Here's a thought. No! Quit following me!

- At least let me explain. - Explain?

You know when you should have explained?

The night we met in the bar.

Before any of the rest of it.

Yeah. That would have been a good time to discuss it.

Look, I know how you feel.

Do you? Somehow I doubt that.

Because if you did, you would shut up,

and you would turn around and go back inside,

because you would realize that I am this close to getting in my car

and running you down in the parking lot!

- Give me your keys. - I'm fine!

Meredith, give me your keys.

Let's go home.

And the husband was the...

Ahem.

Well, I will be back in the morning

to report for duty.

And you... get some rest.

What is she doing here?

You and I both know she's the best in the field.

Bringing Addie out was a business decision, nothing personal.

Oh, well, what a relief.

It's not personal. It is personal to me.

The workings of my surgical unit don't have any...

Don't include my wife!

Don't include your private life!

Burke will act as chief of surgery until I'm back on my feet.

You gave chief to Burke.

Like I said, there's no room for personal in being chief.

What is that supposed to mean?

How long have you been sleeping with an intern?

So I guess part of being chief is personal.

Close the door on your way out.

L. S.

IV nurse call ICU, extension 323.

Babcock.

IV nurse call ICU, extension 323.

Right-angle clamp.

Oh. I'm gonna sterilize everything when I'm done.

The scrub nurses won't know I was here.