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Dissecting Grey's Anatomy: Black Monday Edition

greys.jpgShow of hands, Seattle—how many of us called in sick this morning with plans to just end it all? Well, postpone those urges of mass suicide for a little while longer as we answer this week's burning question: What in the name of Mike Holmgren is a Code Black? We've been teased, taunted, nigh on tortured with those incessant All Important Episode promos showcasing the two words no surgeon wants to hear. And no, they're not Pittsburgh Steelers. Sigh.

Meredith, what say ye? Apparently there is a look, a scent, a smell of death. A sixth sense, if you will. And Meredith? She feels it. And then she asks us what we dream of doing before we die. Hmmm...baum-chicka-baum-baum. Oh, Georgie-boy, you are a red-blooded male after all. We suddenly become privy to the littlest intern's fantasy of Cristina, Meredith and Izzie lathering up together and inviting Georgie into the shower with declarations of love and admittances of superior smarts. And just like that, it's gone.

So after whining (Meredith whine? Shocking!) about not wanting to go to work, let alone get out of bed, due to her Grim Reaper visions. And...cue the hard-ass! Cristina pops over to smack a little sense into the doe-eyed gal and the group heads over to Seattle Grace.

Can you feel the tension? Yeah, we could too. But really, why don't they just cut straight to the juice? We all saw the promo, we all know a Code Black is coming, that's really all we're waiting for.

So they get to the hospital and who do you suppose they run into? Nazi! She's back! And good thing she's at a hospital, cause her water breaks all over Georgie's feet. So he off and pages Addison to tend to the cantankerous doc.

Nazi tries to hold off going into labor until her husband can arrive at the hospital and she has someone to expel her anger out—er, share her love with. So she calls and calls and he doesn't answer, but Izzie does. Turns out, her husband got in a car accident while rushing to the hospital and is now in the oh-so-tender care of McDreamy. The damage is more extensive than he thought, so begins open brain surgery while the other docs distract Nazi. Hah. Good luck.

Meanwhile, Wednesday Adams shows up as a newbie paramedic who happens to have her hand jammed into a patient's chest. She explains it was the only way she could stop the bleeding from the dude's gaping wound. His wife's there, too, but hysterical. Way, way hysterical. Like, next plateau of hysterical. She can't stop screaming over and over at the top of her lungs, and Alex finally fights fire with fire, gets all up in her bidness and hollers right back. She finally tells him that her hubby and his moron friend were recreating a WWII bazooka and he accidentally shot himself. Then Alex asks her if there was an explosion, she says no, and as they say, it was on.

Alex takes off through the hospital, racing like a mad man, and enters the O.R. where Burke, Meredith, a slew of nurses and Wednesday Adams—hand still firmly implanted in chest cavity—are about to cut open the man. He tells Burke that the dude shot himself with a bazooka and that there was no explosion. Burke turns white—well, relatively—and asks Wednesday what her hand is touching. She says something metal.

Now, let us take this opportunity to say that Seattlest's knowledge of bazookas in particular and WWII weaponry in general is lacking. We ask, is it common knowledge that bazookas, once shot, explode inside their victims? Apparently medical school now includes a course on 1940s armaments.

Burke tells Wednesday not to move an inch, clears the O.R. and sends Meredith off to tell the charge nurse that there's a Code Black, that he's sure, and to call the bomb squad. Boo-yah! So that's what a Code Black is!

So everyone gets paged and goes home, except for our fearless fivesome, of course, and a select few docs.

The bomb squad comes and clears out the remaining O.R.s, though McDreamy refuses to leave. He says he's more scared of Nazi than the Chief, so he's staying put. He will not leave Mr. Nazi on the table with an open brain to die! Not on his watch! So he sticks around. Burke and the bomb squad, meanwhile, are consulting X-rays and trying to determine just how in the world they can get that device out of the man when all hell breaks loose.

The anesthesiologist who had been the only other person in the room with Wednesday to keep the man alive takes off. Talks some smack about how when you perish in an explosion, the bomb squad refers to you as pink mist. And how he's got kids. Gee, comforting. Way to showcase that bedside manner, doc. So the littlest Adams is left to work the breathing device on her own while at the same time not move an inch.

Cristina and Meredith happen to peek in and see her shaking and move in to help her and convince the now-near-hysterics gal not to move her hand. They call for backup, Burke rushes in. They yell at her not to move, she says she's gotta. Aaaah! For the love of God, somebody hold that girl's arm down! And then....just like that....she pulls out and runs out of the surgical room.

Everybody ducks and covers and surprisingly, there's no explosion. Did the backyard recreators build a dud? Nope. Turns out, Meredith had somehow—through the magic of television, no doubt—managed to stick her hand in the man's chest at the exact moment Wednesday Adams pulled hers out, thus keeping the device secured in the man's chest. Oh, Meredith. What have you done?! Burke and Cristina look on in horror.

Mrs. McDreamy finally cops to Nazi that her husband has been in an accident and that her husband is performing the operation. That's it for the preggers resident. She wants to go home and refuses to have the baby until her husband is okay. Fat chance. Looks like she's going into labor.

Izzie and Georgie are jealous that they didn't happen to get assigned to the floor with the bomb like Cristina and Meredith. They surmise that they are watchers, not doers, and that they need to start getting busy and start doing. So Izzie starts doing it with Alex. Looks like she can forgive and forget after all.

And that, folks, is it. Will Meredith perish? Well, probably not unless they want to change the name of the show. Will Nazi's husband make it out alright? You better hope so. Will Izzie and Alex's reunification stick? Seems like it.

Can't take the wait til next week? The Grey's Anatomy website has kicked off a new feature and joins the rest of the modern world with weekly podcasts from the cast. Check out the premiere edition from Mrs. McDreamy here.

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  • Seth

    After the Seahawks lost, I couldn't have cared if a "Code Black" meant "special guest appearance by Adam West." But thanks for the recap for those of us who were drinking ourselves into a stupor.

  • There is no way in hell that a bazooka round would be stopped in a human chest like that with out exiting or detonating. The expanding gasses and the kinetic energy would have turned his chest into goo.



    Also there are strict regulations about the explosive and materials used in that stuff and I doubt that they would be able to make the launcher and explosives involved.

  • goodseattleweather

    re: "Now, let us take this opportunity to say that Seattlest's knowledge of bazookas in particular and WWII weaponry in general is lacking. We ask, is it common knowledge that bazookas, once shot, explode inside their victims? Apparently medical school now includes a course on 1940s armaments."



    no its not, but it is common MAN knowledge, gina.

    just kidding. but honestly, i do think that it is well known that explosive devices from that time were all very unstable, chemically. and actually, there was a line or two from the show which mentioned this fact.

    ps. im a first time watcher of this show. ratings had to have been huge, everyone watching the superbowl wanted to know what a code black was.

  • At Harborview, a bomb threat is a "Code Bravo."
    As far as I know, there's no "Code Black."

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