Doctor Strange

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Master Kaecilius.

That ritual will bring you only sorrow.

Hypocrite!

Challenge round, Billy.

Oh, come on, Billy.

You've got to be messing with me.

No, doctor.

Feels So Good, Chuck Mangione, 1977.

Seriously, Billy, you said this one

would be hard. - Hah! It's 1978.

No, Billy, while Feels So Good

may have charted in 1978,

the album was released in December, 1977.

No, no. Wikipedia says the...

- Check again.

When did you...? - Where do you

store all this useless information?

Useless? The man charted a

top ten hit with a Flugelhorn.

- Status, Billy? - 1977.

- Oh! Please.

I hate you.

Woah! "Feels so good", doesn't it?

Oh, I... I've got this, Stephen. You've

done your bit. Go ahead, we'll close up.

- What is that?

- GSW.

It's amazing you kept him alive.

Apneic, further brain stem

testing after 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 to

diagnose brain death.

Something about that

doesn't feel right to me.

We have to run.

Dr. West! What are you doing? Hey!

- Organ harvesting. He's a donor.

Slow down. I did not agree to that.

- I don't

need you to. We've already

called brain death.

Too premature. We need to get him

prepped for a suboccipital craniotomy.

I'm not going to 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 as it leaks directly

into the cerebral spinal fluid...

Rapid-onset central nervous

system shutdown. - We need to go.

The patient's not dead, but he's dying.

Do you still want to harvest his organs?

I'll assist you.

- No! Dr. Palmer will assist me.

Thank you.

Image status, STAT.

- We do not have time for that.

You can't do it by hand.

- I can and I will.

This isn't the 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, sometimes I

just can't help myself.

Nick 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.

- Hey! Look, he...

Look, I'm using trans-sectioned

spinal cords to

stimulate neurogenesis in

the central nervous system.

My work is at least going to

save thousands for years to come.

In the ER, I get to save one

drunk idiot with a gun.

Yeah, you're right. In the ER,

you're only saving lives.

There's no fame,

there's no CNN interviews...

Well, I guess I'll have to stick with Nick.

Oh, wait a minute. You're not...

you guys aren't...

What? - Sleeping together. Sorry, I

thought that was implicit in my disgust.

Explicit, actually.

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

is 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, I

gotta say, I'm very

flattered by your policy.

Look, I'm talking tonight at a

Neurological Society dinner. Come with me.

Another speaking engagement? So romantic.

You used to love going

to those things with me.

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 can hyphenate.

Strange-Palmer technique.

Palmer-Strange.

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 vertebral fracture.

Well, I could help, but

so can 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? Definitely not.

How about a 22-year-old

female with an electronic

implant in her brain to control

schizophrenia struck by lightning?

That does sound interesting.

Could you send me the... got it.

Hey.

It's okay. It's going to be okay.

What did they do?

They rushed you in a chopper.

But it took a little while to find you.

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.

No. No.

- Give your body time to heal.

You ruined me.

How long until I'm...

Dr. Strange... those tissues

are still healing.

So speed it up. Pass the stent under the

brachial artery under the radial artery.

It's possible.

Experimental and expensive, but possible.

All I need is possible.

Up.

Up.

Show me your strength.

Ah! It's useless.

- It's not useless, man, you can do this.

Then answer me this, bachelor's degree.

Have you ever known anyone

with nerve damage this severe

to do this, and actually recover?

One guy, yeah. Factory accident, broke

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