That ritual will bring you only sorrow.
Challenge round, Billy.
拜托 比利 开玩笑呢
Come on, Billy. You've got to be messing with me.
《如此美好》 恰克·曼吉欧尼 1977年
Feels So Good, Chuck Mangione, 1977.
真是的 比利 你还说这个会很难呢
Honestly, Billy, you said this one would be hard.
-是1978年 -不 比利
- It's 1978. - No, Billy,
while Feels So Good may have charted in 1978,
the album was released in December, 1977.
-不 维基上说是197... -再看看
- No, no. Wikipedia says it's a 19... - Check again.
Where do you store all this useless information?
Useless? The man charted a top ten hit with a Flugelhorn.
-怎么样 比利 -1977年
- Status, Billy? - 1977.
Please. I hate you.
"Feels so good", doesn't it?
I... I've got this, Stephen.
你该做的做完了 去吧 我们来缝合
You've done your bit. Go ahead, we'll close up.
- What is it? - GSW.
It's amazing you kept him alive.
Apneic, failed the brain stem test...
and the apnea reflex test.
I think I found the problem, Dr. Palmer.
You left a bullet in his head.
Thanks. It's impinging on the medulla.
I needed a specialist. Nic diagnose brain death.
Something about that doesn't feel right to me.
We have to run.
Dr. West! What are you doing?
Organ harvest. He's a donor.
Slow down. I did not agree to that.
I don't need you to. We've already called brain death.
We need to get him prepped for sub-occipital craniotomy.
Not gonna let you operate on a dead man.
What do you see?
- A bullet? - A perfect bullet.
It's been hardened.
You harden a bullet by alloying lead with antimony.
A toxic metal.
And that's leeched directly into the cerebral spinal fluid.
Rapid-onset central nervous system shutdown.
We got to go.
The patient's not dead, but he's dying.
Still want to harvest his organs?
I'll assist you.
No! Dr. Palmer will assist me.
Image guidance, stat.
We don't have time for that.
You can't do it freehand.
I can and I will.
This isn't a time for showing off, Strange.
How about ten minutes ago,
when you called the wrong time of death?
Cranial nerves intact.
Dr. West, cover your watch.
You know, you didn't have to humiliate him in front of everyone.
I didn't have to save his patient, either. But, you know, I
sometimes just can't help myself.
- Nic is a great doctor. - You came to me.
Yeah, well, I needed a second opinion.
You had a second opinion.
What you needed was a competent one.
Well, all the more reason why you should be my neurosurgeon on call.
You could make such a difference.
I can't work in your butcher shop.
Look, I'm fusing transected spinal cords.
I'm stimulating neurogenesis in the central nervous system.
The work I'm doing is gonna save thousands for years to come.
In ER, you get to save one drunk idiot with a gun.
Yeah, you're right. In ER, we're only saving lives.
There's no fame, there's no CNN interviews...
Well, I guess I'll have to stick with Nic.
Oh, wait a minute. You're not... you guys aren't...
Sorry, I thought that was implicit in my disgust.
And no, I have a very strict rule against dating colleagues.
- Oh really? - I call it the Strange policy.
Oh, good! I'm glad something's named after me.
You know, I invented a laminectomy procedure,
and yet, somehow,
no one seems to want to call it the Strange technique.
We invented that technique.
You know, regardless, I'm very flattered by your policy.
I'm talking tonight at a Neurological Society dinner.
Come with me.
Another speaking engagement? So romantic.
You used to love coming to those things with me.
-我们很开心的 -不 是你很开心
- We had fun together. - No. You've had fun.
They weren't about us, they were about you.
Not only about me.
Stephen. Everything is about you.
Maybe we could hyphenate.
Billy! What have you got for me?
I've got a 35-year-old Air Force colonel.
Crushed his lower spine in some kind of experimental armor.
Mid-thoracic burst fracture.
Yeah, well, I could help,
but so could 50 other people.
Find me something worth my time.
I have a 68-year-old female with an advanced brain stem glioma.
Yeah, you want me to screw up my perfect record?
How about a 22-year-old female with an electronic implant in her brain
to control schizophrenia struck by lightning?
That does sound interesting.
Can you send me the...
It's okay. It's gonna be okay.
What did they do?
They rushed you in a chopper.
But it took a little while to find you.
The golden hours for nerve damage went by while you were in the car.
What did they do?!
11 stainless steel pins in the bones.
Multiple torn ligaments.
Severe nerve damage in both hands.
You were on the table for 11 hours.
Look at these fixators.
No one could have done better.
I could have done better.