(Cut to Bailey standing on a street corner of Seattle City. Dr. Shepard walks up to her)
DR. SHEPARD: Morning Dr. Bailey.
DR. BAILEY (holds up a hand, preoccupied): Shut up.
DR. SHEPARD: You realize that I’m an attending and you’re only a resident? That you work for me, right?
DR. BAILEY (ignores the question, murmuring to herself): I know I’ve forgotten something. Something is happening today. I know I should know what it is, but I just can’t
(She shakes her head)
DR. SHEPARD: All right, nice talking with you Dr. Bailey.
DR. BAILEY: It’s right in front of my face
(DR. SHEPARD moves to walk across the street but Bailey gasps suddenly and pulls him back on the to curb)
DR. BAILEY: Ah doctor!
(Several bike riders race past. A few of them crash. Bailey and Shepard dart around trying to avoid them)
DR. BAILEY: Now I remember! Oh Dr Shepard come here. Watch out. Watch out.
(The bike riders continue to race past. Another one crashes)
[INT. SGH, HALLWAY]
(Bailey is walking down the hallway with George, Izzie, Alex, Meredith and Cristina following)
DR. BAILEY: Fools on bikes killing themselves. Natural selection is what it is.
ALEX (quietly to George): So what’s up with the Nazi? Is she off her meds?
GEORGE: You never heard of the race?
(Shot of the O.R board with a very organized schedule. Richard, Burke and Dr. Shepard are standing in front of it)
RICHARD: Excellent board. Well-timed, balanced, efficient. If all goes well, we’ll have an early night.
(Bailey passes them in the hallway with her interns following. She stops when she sees Richard)
DR. BAILEY: Chief! Dead baby bike race started twenty minutes ago.
(She continues on walking)
RICHARD (calls out): All right, people! Dead baby bike race day!
(Cut to Bailey and her group walking off an elevator and down another hallway to the pit. They stop and start getting themselves dressed in yellow gowns)
GEORGE: Every year this bar–
MEREDITH (interrupts): The Dead Baby Bar.
GEORGE: Every year, they hold this underground bike race.
IZZIE: Don’t you wonder why someone would name a bar something so disgusting?
CRISTINA: Keep your panties on, Nancy Drew.
GEORGE: The race is completely illegal, and–
MEREDITH (interrupts): Crazy, a bunch of bike messengers racing against traffic trying to beat each other for free shots of tequila.
ALEX: All-out, no holds barred competition. Sounds like fun.
IZZIE: Yeah, you would think that.
GEORGE: The race, the race doesn’t even have any rules. Except eye gouging. No eye gouging.
CRISTINA: Oh great, we’re going to be trapped in the Pit bandaging up idiots when we could be up in the O.R?
(George moves to help Izzie tie up the back of her gown)
GEORGE: What kind of people engage in a race that has, as its only rule, that you can’t rip out the eyeballs of another human being?
(George moves to help now Alex tie up his gown)
ALEX: Men, Georgie, men.
(George throws Alex gown so it practically goes off him)
DR. BAILEY: I need someone to get up to the OR floor, the Chief needs a right hand.
(Everyone’s hands shoot up including other interns that aren’t apart of Bailey’s group)
MVO: Oh and yeah number four.
DR. BAILEY (resigned): George.
MVO: Everything. Everything is a competition.
(George looks pleased while everyone brings their hands down annoyed)
DR. BAILEY: Okay people, the rules of trauma. Don’t mingle with the E.R interns, they don’t know their ass from their oesophagus. Sew fast, discharge fast, take bodies up to the O.R. yesterday. And don’t let me catch you fighting over patients. Got it? Come on, let’s go.
(George takes off his gown and heads back the way he came as the other interns all run and push to enter the Pit. There are injured bodies everywhere)
CRISTINA: Oh, it’s like candy, but with blood, which is so much better.
IZZIE: Oh my god
(A person is wheeled in by paramedics looking pretty shoddy)
(She dashes to the patient)
IZZIE: No I saw him first!
(Izzie runs after her)
MVO: Whoever said that winning wasn’t everything
(The camera moves to a guy sitting on a bed with nail spokes coming out of his abdomen. Meredith’s whole face lights up)
MEREDITH: Ooh. I’ll take that guy.
ALEX: No, you’ll have to beat me to him first.
(They both push their way against each other hurriedly)
MVO: …never held a scalpel.