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There are some disasters
you just don't see coming...
...no matter how carefully you plan.
So, this is the stuff of legend.
Your mother, Ellis Grey, won two Harper Avery Awards.
Is that a goal you've set for yourself?
Actually, I'd like to win three.
'Cause that would drive her crazy.
Hmm.
I imagine the toughest part of winning the Harper Avery Award
- is the question of what to do next. - No.
The toughest part of winning a Harper Avery
is this right here.
And next, I have a surgery. On a spleen.
So, if you're done...
Just a few more questions.
Can you walk me back to your time in college
when you knew you wanted to pursue medicine
and you felt... maybe you felt this was, like,
for some greater good? Because I have to say...
The little surprise that changes everything.
I am your Chief Resident. What does that mean?
It means that I am your chief.
Your boss, your commander, your overlord, your queen.
It means when I speak, you listen!
And when you make mistakes, it reflects on me.
So no mistakes!
Was it good? Was it scary?
Very. Very scary.
- Really? - No.
What? Did... Didn't I sound like Bailey?
I was trying to sound like Bailey!
Oh, no.
What's that?
DeLuca and that intern.
- Again? - Every day.
It's like some kind of addiction.
Mm. No. It's just my alarm. It's fine.
- Wait. Your alarm?! - Oh, G... What time is it?
Oh, God!
Did we forget to sleep?!
Guess I'm showering here.
Here.
In surgery, we call it a complication.
In life, it's a catastrophe.
Morning.
Morning!
Morning.
Awkward.
You want me to run your surgical contest?
Your multimillion-dollar contest?
Okay, it's not my money. It's an anonymous donor's.
And it's not my contest. It's Grey-Sloan's.
Ever since we announced it,
surgeons from all over have been calling,
coming to kiss my ring and pitch to me.
And I keep thinking
it's your ring they should be kissing.
Well, I feel like something else is getting kissed.
N-N-No. You are the "Chief Emeritus"!
You're an institution.
Bailey, stop trying to play a player.
You don't want to run this contest
because you want to compete in it.
And I know because I do, too.
I need this! A-And you owe me!
You let my husband
call his stupid fireman fantasy a fellowship.
He made an excellent case for it.
The Medic One program is...
You aided and abetted an imbecile.
I'll do it on one condition.
Hmm?
You tell me who the anonymous donor is.
It...
It's Aretha Franklin.
- Aretha Frank... - No!
Do I need to define the word "anonymous"?
Come on, now. You owe me this!
Fine, Bailey. I'll take your contest.
But I'm not gonna keep it!
So, just know that I'm here for you.
I will lead and support you.
And in return, you will not be stupid
or slow or... make me look bad.
She needs to work on that speech.
- Ugh. - Ugh.
What's wrong?
I mean, you win a Harper Avery,
and you barely have any time for surgery anymore.
Not a real problem. What's yours?
I'm saying yes to a Tinder date.
- Also not a problem. - See you tonight, Clive.
"Clive"? That's a problem.
I'm saying yes to possibility and to life and to love.
It's a whole lot of yeses for an early morning.
Maybe if it works out, he'll change his name for you.
Wilson, who do you got for me?
Oh, okay. Uh...
Parker, you're on cardio with Pierce.
I have a splenectomy, and I need a couple hands.
- Ooh! Right here! - I think you're amazing!
You're popular now.
I said try not to embarrass me.
Glasses.
You're with me. Let's go.
Go.
Would not have been my first choice.
But moving on. Okay, Shepherd?
- Ooh! Ooh! - Yeah! Uh...
Are you kidding?
Claude Markham, 66, here for a total thyroidectomy
and bilateral neck dissection
to rule out any nodal metastases.
Wow. You should have come in sooner.
No.
But better late than never... is good.
Your initial cardiac workup looks good,
but your lungs sound a little congested.
So we just want to do an echo to make sure
that your heart can withstand surgery.
Should I... leave? For that?
Well, I-I think they'll just...
Oh, I... Well, I thought you might want someone with you.
Ohh. You shouldn't feel like you... you have to.
Oh, no, no, no. I know.
It's... It's whether you want company.
You can stay. I-If you want.
- No. No. It's if you want. - Have a seat.
Judy Kemp, 45,
admitted for a laparoscopic diagnostic splenectomy
for idiopathic splenomegaly.
"Idiopathic"? What's that mean?
It just means we can't figure out
why you have an enlarged spleen.
So you'r the idiopaths, not me.
Well, it's not a thing a person can be. It's...
It's a joke, Schmitt.
I-Is the surgery gonna make my stomach feel better, hon?
- Yes. - Well, then, I'm all for it.
Let's kick this idiopath to the curb.
That doesn't quite work, either.
G...
Dr. Grey, I just wanted to say thank you
for choosing me today.
Well, I chose you because you were the only one
who didn't suck up, so don't ruin it now.
It's hard when your reputation precedes you
and people only see you in terms of "the legend."
Schmitt!
Do you think we're friends?
I'm a surgeon, and you hand me things.
You don't get to talk about my "legend."
No, no! Not y-yours. I meant mine.
I just feel like I'm always gonna be
the guy who dropped his glasses in a person.
Not yours. Y-Yours is great.
Your legend is legend...
Right. No. G-Got it... not friends.
Frankie Baner, 7 years old.
He is scheduled for a carotid canal AVM embolization tomorrow.
Frankie has Factor Five Leiden.
Okay. Which is?
I know. Thick blood disease.
I'm the only kid in my class who's had a stroke.
Frankie's pre-admitted to reverse his anticoagulation
with vitamin K before surgery.
That means my blood is like Kool-Aid.
You gotta make it like Jell-O.
Okay, that was a nice job.
Um, just wait until his mom's in the room next time,
'cause she'll have questions.
My mom's in the bathroom putting on lipstick and stuff
for Dr. Alex.
- Oh. - Is that right?
She talks about him all the time.
She told my aunt you're "stupid hot,"
but I said "stupid's" not nice.
Oh! You're all, um...
Sorry. I was just, um...
Hi, there.
You are candy to the scared single mom.
Why do you think I got into peds surgery?
How's the new gig?
Oh, so good. They're so scared of me.
- Really? - No.
What do you think their deal is?
I know. It's like watching a deer
trying not to scare another deer.
Or like a really bad first date.
He's got like 25 years on her, doesn't he?
Love is love is love.
No, you're right. It's gross.
Dr. Avery?! Uh, my father can't breathe!
Father! That makes more sense.
Bilateral rales. He's not moving any air.
- Get me an intubation kit! - He's flatlining.
- Is he dead?! Did he die?! - No, no, no. He's alive.
He's just having a little trouble breathing. That's all.
That monitor's not working right! Get him air!
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