Grey's Anatomy

Every cell in the human body.

Regenerates, on average,

every seven years.

Like snakes...

In our own way, we shed our skin.

Biologically, we're brand-new people.

Are you visiting Seattle for the first time?

Oh, no, no. I live in Seattle.

I-I just went home for a month.

I took my son to see my parents.

Oh. What do you do in Seattle?

Uh, I'm a surgeon.

Uh, uh, did you know any of those doctors...

From that shooting?

We may look the same. We probably do.

The change isn't visible...

At least not in most of us.

But we're all changed...

Completely...

Forever.

But that's normal.

I mean, it's a biological imperative... change.

So the shooting changed me. I'm changed.

But I'm also ready to get back to work.

I mean, as ready as any of us are.

Sitting around the house,

waiting...

I just spend my time worrying.

Your husband was shot. That's a lot to worry about.

I'm worried about Cristina.

She's getting married, and that's just...

Well, I had to cut her out of her last wedding dress

with scissors, so...

You watched your husband get shot.

He's fine. He's coming back to work today, actually.

(Shell casing clatters)

We're all fine.

(Pager beeps)

Uh, ex-excuse me.

Is everything okay, Dr. Grey?

Yes. Yes. Everything's fine.

(Man) Opening two.

It doesn't look too bad.

You just gotta keep an eye on it,

make sure it doesn't get any bigger.

But if it changes color, you should see a doctor. Dr. Shepherd.

Mm.

Your lady looks pissed. (Buzzer sounds)

Again, Derek? (Cell door clangs) Abc studios, abc, inc.

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Whew.

(Elevator bell dings)

What?

Nothin'.

Just... you're awesome.

Chief.

Oh, Dr. Bailey. Welcome back.

Thank you, sir. We missed you here.

The place isn't the... same.

Mm.

Uh, did you get cleared for surgery? What do you mean, "cleared for surgery"?

Who has to clear me? (Elevator bell dings)

Well, the next time, I'll leave you there.

You said that already. Oh, Derek got arrested again.

Meredith... reckless endangerment.

Please. Did he lose his license yet?

Oh, no, because they don't charge him,

because the cops worship him.

Because I saved some of their lives.

What are we picking?

Dress color. I'm not wearing white. Mm.

It's sexist and... vaguely racist. Oh.

No white, no veil, no rice. Well, what will your mother say?

No mother. (Sighs) You know, I didn't get cleared for surgery...

Good morning. And I'm pretty sure it's your fault.

Meredith, I am the chief. I can overrule the counselor. You can?

Yes. I love the blue.

Chief Shepherd, you're back. Okay.

Good morning. I find a giant skull base chordoma.

Biggest one I've ever seen. Really?

He came in to the E.R. with trouble breathing. You got cleared for surgery?

I did. Bitch.

I like the brown, too. I know it looks inoperable.

I mean, I would've said it was inoperable,

but you're back and you're you. Right.

Hey, uh, yes, good morning. Thank you. Thank you very much.

Good. Thank you. Thank you very much.

It's, uh, it's great to be back. First of all,

I'd like to thank Dr. Webber for stepping up in my absence.

Thank you. (Mouths word)

Uh, I'm grateful for all of you, for all of your support.

During my recovery. Thank you.

Uh, it's just, uh, so great to be back as chief.

I'm grateful for the, uh...

I'm sorry. That's a lie.

That's what people say, and, uh, the truth is...

I hate being chief. I hate it.

Chief Webber...

Chief Webber is our chief.

Um...

And I'm sorry, but this giant...

Sorry, I gotta go look at this chordoma.

I, um, I'm sorry, but... (Chuckles)

I quit.

Let's go, Kepner. Come on. Oh, sorry. Okay.

He just quit.

He was supposed to clear me for surgery.

Yeah.

The bullet's at the surface.

That's good. I can take it out now.

Nah. I mean, if it's not infected, I'm gonna keep it.

It's my war wound. (Chuckles)

Besides...

Chicks dig that crap.

Oh, my god.

Mm-hmm. Wow. You weren't kidding.

The last surgeon broke the dura,

which enabled the tumor to mushroom into the brain

and down into the spine. It's wrapped around his brain stem.

Whatever we do, we need to do it quickly.

The size of this thing...

Normally I open up the sinuses or the hard palate.

Well, now you have to open up both.

You want me to split his whole face open?

Sinuses, hard palate, tongue, jaw...

A broken jaw is excruciating, let alone the rest of it.

Does this kid know what he's in for?

He wants to live. I don't think he's concerned about the pain.

Well, but you don't know how enmeshed the tumor is.

You don't even know if you can get it all. Thank you, Dr. Grey.

You want to try this thing, torres and I.

Are gonna need to coordinate. What are we thinking, a week? No later.

I'll clear my schedule.

Welcome back, Dr. Shepherd. Thank you, Dr. Torres.

You're not even cleared for surgery yet. (Monitor beeps)

I'll get cleared. (Clears throat)

Hey, hey, hey.

Uh, Dr. Grey. (Chuckles) Chief Webber.

Yeah, a little... little exercise.

Okay.

Mm. Something I can do for you?

Yeah. Um, that stupid counselor Perkins,

he won't clear me for surgery.

So I was just wondering... no.

But he cleared... i'm... I'm sorry. I am.

But we brought in the best,

and when Andrew Perkins says you're not cleared,

then it's him you need to talk to.

Yeah, yeah.

Did you hear

that Dr. Yang and Dr. Hunt are getting married?

I did. It's pretty great, huh?

It's almost like a silver lining.

You know, i-I've read a lot about trauma

and how, uh, sometimes people

just up and change their lives.

They say that the trauma

was the best thing that could've happened to them.

You know, like Dr. Shepherd this morning.

Did you hear that he's not chief anymore?

And how have you been, Dr. Grey?

You've been through a lot since I last saw you.

Does, uh, anyone have anything to say?

I know that, uh, a lot of you

are only here because this has been mandated.

So let's talk.

Anything at all?

I ate a really good taco

from one of those trucks by the side of the road.

When? Last night. You were asleep.

Which truck? The one on 7th? I want to go. I like tacos.

Me, too. I read a book...

About the history of mass murders in the U.S.

That's... that's the actual name of what happened to us.

It was a mass murder. You can't call it a terrorist attack,

because the murders weren't political in nature.

And we weren't the victims of a serial killer,

because Mr. Clark would've had to murder several people

over a period longer than 30 days in order to qualify

as a serial killer. We could call it a spree killing... (Gunfire)

Which is defined as killings at two or more locations

with no break or pause in between,

because Mr. Clark shot that guy in his car before he got here.

But I'm not sure that that counts as a true second location

since it was so close to the hospital,

which means that we were a mass murder,