GREYS ANATOMY S1E05 Shake Your Groove Thing.docx

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GREYSANATOMYS1E05ShakeYourGrooveThing

1x05:

ShakeYourGrooveThing

OriginalAirdate:

4/24/2005

Writtenby:

AnnHamilton

Directedby:

JohnDavidColes

（Music:

TheDittyBops-WakeUp）（Meredithsittingonthefloorinhershower）

MeredithVoiceover（MVO）:

Rememberwhenyouwereakidandyourbiggestworrywas,like,ifyou'dgetabikeforyourbirthday,orifyougettoeatcookies

forbreakfast.Beinganadult?

Totallyoverrated.

（CuttoMeredithwalkingtotheNursingHome）

MVO:

Imean,seriously,don'tbefooledbyallthehotshoesandthegreatsexandthenoparentsanywheretellingyoutodo.Adulthoodisresponsibility.

Caretaker:

Thelawyerhasbeenmanagingtheestatewithalimitedpowerofattorney,butyourmother'sAlzheimer'sisadvancing.So,whileshe'sstilllucidenoughtoconsent,sheneedstosigneverythingovertoyou.

Meredith:

Me?

MVO:

Responsibility,itreallydoessuck.

Meredith:

（raspy）Look,Ihaven'tsleptin48hours.I'mgettingmyfirstshotatheartsurgerythismorning.I'mmissingrounds.Areyousurethereisn'tanybodyhere,ortheattorney...?

Imean,doIreallyhavetobetheonetohandlethis?

Caretaker:

We'retalkingaboutherestate,herfinances,hermedicalcare.Youreallywanttoleaveherlifeinsomeoneelse'shands?

She'syourmother.

MVO:

Really,reallysucks.

（CuttoO.R.wheretheheartsurgeryistakingplace）

MVO:

Adultshavetobeplacesanddothingsandearnalivingandpaytherent.Andifyou'retrainingtobeasurgeon,holdingahumanheartinyourhands...Hello!

Talkaboutresponsibility.

（WeseeMeredithclosinghereyesanddozingoffforasecond.Herhandsqueezestheheartshe'sholding）

Burke:

WhatwasthatDr.Grey?

Meredith:

Sorry,itslipped.Myhands.

Burke:

It'sokay,I'mdone.YoucanreleaseMrs.Patterson'sheartnow.Verygently.Allright.Let'swarmherup.Getheroffbypass.

MVO:

Kindamakesbikesandcookieslookreallyreallygood,doesn'tit?

（CuttoObservationDeck）

George:

IwishIcouldholdaheart

Cristina:

Amonkeycouldholdaheart.

George:

You'remadBurkedidn'taskyou.

Izzie:

George,Ineedmoreiceandchips.

George:

Whoelsedidyouinvite?

Cristina:

Izzie,wesaidthelistwasjocksonly.Surgery,Trauma,Plastics.Whoelse?

Izzie:

JustsomepeoplefromPeds.

Cristina:

YouinvitedthepreschoolerstoMeredith'shouse.Thenextthingyou'llsayisyouinvitedtheshrinks.

（Izzielooksaway）

Cristina:

Sheinvitedmentaldefects.Thisparty'sD.O.A.

George:

Youknow,Merediththinksthisisjustgoingtobealittle,small,meet-your-boyfriendcocktailthing.Didyouclearthiswithher?

Izzie:

No,butIwill.（GeorgeandCristinagiveheralook）Ipromise.

Cristina:

Whyareyouwastingtheonlyweekendyourboyfriendisintownonabigparty?

Ishebadinbed?

Izzie:

（chuckles）No.Ijustwanthimtomeetsomeofmyfriends.

Cristina:

Right.Sixtygeeksinscrubsareyourfriends.（Herbeepergoesoff.Shegetsuptoleave）Badsex,sucksforyou.

Alex:

IheardtherewasapartytonightatMeredith'shouse.

Cristina:

Ohreally,party?

Izzie:

Uh,newstome.

George:

Noparty.

Alex:

Arewelosingherorwhat?

（CutbacktoO.R.）

Doctor:

:

Thegrafts?

Burke:

They'reopen.Temperature?

Doctor2:

She'sat96andrising.

Burke:

Sheshouldbedoingthisonherown（Hestrokestheheart.Flatline）C'mon,Mrs.Patterson.Paddles.

Doctor2:

Setsarebelow90.

Doctor3:

Charge

Burke:

10joules.（Putspaddlestoheart）Clear.（Shocks）C'monMrs.Patterson.Giveme20.

Doctor3:

Charge.

Burke:

There,wehaverhythm.Reluctantheart.Allright.Let'sclose.Keepaneyeonher.Goodwork,everyone.

MVO:

Thescariestpartaboutresponsibility:

whenyouscrewupandletitsliprightthroughyourfingers.

（CloseupofMeredith'sglove.Herfingernailseemstohavecutthroughit.）

（CuttohallwaywhereweseeDerekwalkingandeatingatthesametime.HerunsintoGeorgeandMeredith）

Derek:

Hey,IhearyoudidaCABGwithBurke.

Meredith:

yeah.

Derek:

Didyougettoholdtheheart?

Meredith:

yeah.

Derek:

It'sanamazingfeeling.Youneverforgetyourfirsttime.

George:

Itwasprettygreatjusttowatch.Vicariousthrills,youknow?

Meredith:

yeah.

（Elevatorbellrings.GeorgeandMeredithgetin.Shelooksoutofit.Derekstandsoutsidetheelevator,lookingconcerned）

Derek:

Seeyoulater.

Meredith:

Bye.

（Elevatordoorsclose.GeorgeandMereditharealone.Georgeisreadingsomething,leaningonthewall.Meredithstandswithherarmscrossed,facingthedoor.）

Meredith:

IthinkmaybeIdidsomethingtotheheartwhenIwasholdingit.Inoddedoffalittle.Squeezedit.

George:

Oh,please.Theheart'satoughmuscle.Itcouldtakeasqueezeortwo.

Meredith:

Myfingernailpoppedtheglove.Cutstraightthrough.George,whatifIpuncturedMrs.Patterson'sheart?

（GeorgestopsreadingandstandsnexttoMeredith）

George:

If...Ifyouhadpuncturedit,youwouldhaveknowwhentheyreperfused.Theygotherheartbeating.Thewoman'sokay.

Meredith:

SoIshouldn'ttellBurke?

George:

Tellhimwhat?

Youknow,um,nothinghappened.Thewoman'sokay,right?

Meredith:

（hesitates）She'sokay.

George:

She'sfine.

Meredith:

She'sfine.

（CuttoHospitalRoom）

Bailey:

Whatdoyousee,George?

George:

Hyper-inflatedlungs,cloudedwithbullae,seriouslydiminishedcapacity.Shemustbehavingtroublebreathing.

Bailey:

Courseofaction?

George:

Abullectomyprocedure,removethebullae,reducethepressure.

Webber:

Sayshereweoperatedonherbackin'99,soMrs.Drakeasbeenthroughthisbefore,buttalkherthroughitanyway.Andresisttheanti-smoking

lecture,shefeelsbadenoughalready.

（Webberleaves.GeorgewalksovertoBailey,whoislookingatx-rays）

George:

Soyouthinkiftheyputpicturesoftheseonapackofcigarettespeoplewouldstopsmoking?

（Baileygiveshimalookandshakesherheadslightly.Georgelooksawkwardlyaway）

（Cuttohospitalroom）

Alex:

Howlonghasyourbackbeenhurtingyou?

Patient:

It'schronic.ThatmeansIhaveitallthetime.

Alex:

Iknowwhatchronicmeans.Whatkindofpainareyouhaving?

Patient:

Oh,man.Thepain'sbad.It'slikeathousandsamuraiwarriorsstabbingswordsintomyspine.I'mallergictoaspirin...

Alex:

Somaybewe'llstartyouonmorphine.

Patient:

Mmmm...TheonlythingsthatwillworkareDemerolor,uh,DilaudidatonofDilaudid.Thatwillsetmestraight.

（CloseupofthePatient'sarm,lotsofscarsfromneedles）

Alex:

Thestandardstartingdoseistwo.

Patient:

DidyouseethatTomCruiseSamuraimovie?

Hmm?

Pow,pow,pow!

（CuttoAlexandDerekoutsideroom）

Alex:

Exaggeratedandoverlyspecificdescriptionofhispain,selfprescription,powpowpow?

He'saDilaudidjunkie.

Derek:

Sowhatdoyoudo?

Alex:

Well,youcheckthedatabaseforhistory,refertoaprogram,discharge.

Derek:

Afteryougivehimsomething.

Alex:

That'sexactlywhathewants.

Derek:

Junkieornot,youstillhavetotreathispainasifitwerereal.（Hispagergoesoff）

Alex:

Why?

Derek:

Firstruleinpainmanagement:

alwayserronthesideofcaution.He'sinourcare.Hesayshe'sinpain.Startacentralline,hisveinsareshot.�

（Alexlooksonincredulouslyandwalksoff）

（Cuttolungpatient'sroom）

Mrs.Drake:

Thesurgerybeforewassupposedtohelp,butit...itneverfeltright.（Shetakesoffherglasses）

George:

Probablywouldhavebeenagoodideatoquitsmoking.

Mrs.Drake:

Idid!

Fourpackadayhabit.Oh,itwashell.

Nurse:

Hereyougo,Mrs.Drake.（Givesherablanket）

Mrs.Drake:

Itdidn'tdoanydamngood.

George:

Really?

Becauseitlooked,Imean,fromthedamage,weallthoughtyouprobablywerestillsmoking.

Mrs.Drake:

Coldturkey.Fiveyearsago.WhatdoIgetformytrouble?

Istillhadtoquitmyjobattherestaurant.Butevensitting,ithurt.

Nurse:

Hereyougo.（Adjustsherpillow）

Mrs.Drake:

Nobodybelievedme.Theyallsaiditwasinmyhead.

George:

I'veseenthefilms.It'snotallinyourhead.

Mrs.Drake:

You'rerightaboutthat.Hey,comehere.（Georgemovescloser）You'retoodamnyoungtobeadoctor.

George:

HeyMrs.Drake:

WhatGeorge:

I'molderthanIlook.

（Theystartwheelingheraway）

Mrs.Drake:

（smiles）Doyouthinkthisisgoingtoworkthistime?

George:

Ithinkit'syourbestoption.

Mrs.Drake:

Straight-shooter,huh?

George:

Yes,ma'am.

Mrs.Drake:

Ilikethat.

（CuttoroomwhereMrs.Pattersonis.Herhusbandiswithher.Greywatchesthemforawhile,thenapproaches）

Meredith:

Hi,Mr.Patterson.

Mr.Patterson:

Hi.

Meredith:

Hemodynamicsstable?

Nurse:

Yeah,maphasstayedaround80,cardiacoutputat5.

Mr.Patterson:

That'sgood,Dr.Grey?

Meredith:

That'sfine,Mr.Patterson.

Mr.Patterson:

Butit'snotgood.

Meredith:

Well,heartsurgerytakesalotoutofthepatient,butwe'remonitoringyourwifeverycarefullyandsheshouldbefine.

（Cuttohospitalroom.）

Izzie:

Mr.Sterman,let'sseeaboutgettingyououtofheretoday.Howareyoufeeling?

Mr.Sterman:

Prettyokay,exceptIdon'tthinkIeverwannahaveabowelobstructionagain.

Izzie:

Really?

Wow,becausewegetpeopleinhereallthetimerequestingthem.Soareyoukeepingdownclearfluids?

Andmyalltimefavoritequestionto

askapatient:

haveyoupoopedyet?

Mr.Sterman:

Um,I'mnotexactlysure.

（Shecontinuesexamining）

Izzie:

Ithinkyou'dprobablyknow.Passedgas?

Mr.Sterman:

（hesitates）Yes.

Izzie:

Reallyyes?

CauseifIbringinmyhandyliedetector...

Mr.Sterman:

Okay,no.AndIshouldn'ttryandlie.Iknow.Iwenttomedicalschool.

Izzie:

Youwenttomedschool?

Mr.Sterman:

Yeah,droppedoutmylastyearatclinical.ToomanyhoursandIwasstarin