Luke: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where the hell do you think you’re going?
Reid: To the airport.
Luke: You just hit someone! She could be hurt. She’s the chief of staff’s wife.
Reid: Then they’ll run a hundred tests she doesn’t need for free and confirm what I can already see from here. She’s fine. Now get out of my way.

— Luke and Reid

Transcript | 29 March 2010

The Elevator Scene.’ Luke drags Reid to a meeting with the architect and they end up stuck in the Lakeview elevator. After another push, they bond briefly before Reid’s pager goes off and they’re freed. Reid returns to Memorial to operate on Dusty. Luke and Reid share a flirty moment after surgery before Reid is served papers informing him Mr. Judd is suing him for malpractice.

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HappyInChintz72’s Reid Oliver Story Parts TBC

Anthony D Langford March 29, 2010 Parts TBC


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Luke: Dr. Oliver, where’s your suit and tie?

Reid: Call me old-fashioned, but I like to operate without them. You know, saves on dry cleaning.

Luke: You forgot, didn’t you? We have a meeting with the architect of the new wing today. We have to sign off on the preliminary plans.

Reid: Yeah, let the architect wear the tie. He’s the one who has to impress me.

Luke: You can’t go to a meeting in scrubs.

Reid: Okay, fine. I’ll change my clothes, I’ll head over to the Lakeview, and I’ll meet the guy.

Luke: Well, I’m going with you.

Reid: Oh, of course. You know, I know how concerned you are about the placement of the stereotaxis system. I mean, tell me, do you prefer the gamma knife or the cyber knife?

Luke: Mm — I’ll let you know.

Reid: I can’t wait.

Luke: Look, this meeting is about the entire layout for the new wing, which you couldn’t afford without my money.

Reid: Good thing you reminded me.

Luke: Hey, let’s not forget, you’re the one who asked me to be a part of this, not the other way around. So, I’ve done my research. I’ve talked to a few neurosurgeons.

[Reid laughs]

Reid: Like who?

Luke: Well, I’m sure they’re inferior to you. But they were civil, so that’s an improvement.

Reid: "Civil" doesn’t do anybody any good in the O.R.

Luke: Well, this meeting isn’t in the O.R., so you’re stuck with me. And I have a few suggestions.


Reid: A lounge is a waste of valuable space, and we need every inch. Look, if we do this right, we could have the number-one neuro facility in the Midwest. Save the stuffed animals and the video games for the Peds department.

Luke: Have you ever been in the waiting room when somebody you love is being operated on? It’s hell. There’s nothing to look at. There’s nothing to eat or drink. The chairs are uncomfortable. All you can do is stand there and think about the fact that behind those doors, your entire life could be changing, and there’s nothing you can do about it. It’s awful to feel so powerless.

Reid: They are powerless.

Luke: No. They have to be there for their loved ones.

Reid: If you say so.

Luke: Why don’t you get it? If you want this to be a state-of-the-art facility, you need to treat the whole patient, and that includes their support team. It’s just basic humanity.

Reid: Well, I’m not giving up lab space so we can provide neck massages and a kissing booth.

Luke: Why does Memorial need another lab, anyway?

Reid: A patient can have all the C.T. scans in the world, but I never know what I’m gonna find inside a skull until I crack it open, see for myself. If it’s a tumor, I have to slice off a piece and send it off to the lab so that they can tell me what I’m up against. The longer the brain’s exposed, the higher the risk. Therefore, the shorter the distance to the lab —

Luke: We’re gonna be late.

[Elevator button clicking]

Luke: And we’re stuck. Fabulous.

Reid: Okay, hello! Hey! We’re stuck in here!

Luke: You should calm down. I’m sure they know about it.

Reid: Yeah, if I was in Dallas, I’d be sure they knew about it. Here in Oakdale — [Reid laughs] What’s the deal with this alarm thing?

Luke: I don’t know. It’s land marked.

Reid: The elevator’s land marked?

Luke: No, the entire building is land marked. The elevators are temperamental, but they’re safe. They get inspected constantly.

Reid: Why do you know all this?

Luke: My mom’s part owner of the hotel.

Reid: I should have known. Is there any bit of this town that isn’t part of your family’s portfolio?

Luke: You know what? I’m not gonna apologize for the fact that my family has money. And you need to remember that it’s that same money that’s getting this hospital wing off the ground.

Reid: As if you’d let me forget. I can’t believe this is happening to me. Hey! Hey, can anybody hear us? There are two people stuck in this elevator! Is anybody out there? God, I knew this town was cursed. Hey, security!

Luke: You’re really freaking out.

Reid: A little help would be nice, you know?

Luke: You have a phobia of elevators?

Reid: Oh, don’t be ridiculous. I just — I don’t want us to be late for that appointment.

Luke: Well, it’s like you said. The architect works for us. He’ll wait.

Reid: We’d be there by now if you hadn’t started going into all your kumbaya suggestions.

Luke: Dr. Oliver?

Reid: Just leave me alone.

Luke: Wow. You are seriously claustrophobic.

Reid: No, I don’t — I don’t, uh, like tight spaces.

Luke: And here I thought you were invincible. Are you scared of spiders, too? [Luke laughs] Okay. Wow, wow. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t dare of bugging you out. I mean, imagine if this entire elevator started shaking, and then we crashed to the bottom, and then we were crushed by these four walls closing in on us!

Reid: Stop. That’s not funny.

[Luke laughs]

Luke: Well, I think it’s hilarious. Boom-bada-boom-bada-boom.

Reid: Hey, do you want us to be smashed to pieces? Stop it!

Luke: Wow. For someone with nerves of steel, that was pretty extreme.

Reid: You — you want me to admit that I’m human? Would that make your day, Mr. Snyder?

Luke: It’d be a start.


Reid: This is gonna be great — water-cooler material back at the foundation, huh? Evil neurosurgeon who cracks up in confined spaces.

Luke: Why would I tell anyone that?

[Pager beeping]

Luke: Is that the hospital?

Reid: Yes. 911. Neuro trauma. Hell, I got to get out of here.

Luke: Hey, hey, hey. You got to take care of your hands if you want to use them to save someone’s life.

Reid: If we don’t get out of here soon, it might be too late.

Luke: Don’t freak out again.

Reid: Okay, fine. Yeah, no problem.

Luke: All right, um, Dr. Oliver, you — you need to focus. Um, think about some place that you like, some place that makes you feel safe.

Reid: Where did you pick up this load of crap? Magazines at your dentist office?

Luke: Well, does it matter if it works?

Reid: You know, it’s just bogus pop psychology.

Luke: Well, do you have anything better to do, like put your fists through the wall and ruin your career forever?

Reid: Yeah, not to mention ruin your mom’s elevator.

Luke: Aw, don’t worry. You’d get the bill. You know how stingy we rich people are.

Reid: Okay, okay. I — I have a place.

Luke: Okay, well, what is it? Doctor, what is the place you’re thinking of?

Reid: It’s the brain.

Luke: Figures.

Reid: Well, if I told you it was this green meadow with tadpoles and dancing cows, you’d know I was lying.

Luke: Well, is it any brain in particular?

Reid: I don’t know. Each one’s different. They’re all amazing, though. Has this tangled mass of gray spaghetti. It’s totally alien. It’s not much to look at to the naked eye, but it makes us walk and talk, think, remember, smell, love. It produced the Sistine chapel and chocolate, theory of relativity, "Godfather" parts 1 and 2. Not so sure about 3. What?

Luke: It’s working.

Reid: Yeah, okay. Yeah, I feel better.

[Machinery whirring]

Reid: Oh, thank you.

Worker: Is everybody okay in here?

Luke: Oh, yeah, we’re fine, thank you.

Reid: All right. Just tell the architect we’re gonna have to reschedule.


Luke: Dr. Oliver, this is Dusty’s fiancée, Janet Snyder.

Reid: Who?

Luke: The shooting victim.

Reid: Oh. Hello.

Janet: Please, Dr. Oliver, you have to save Dusty. He’s a great man, and he has a lot to live for.

Reid: Yeah, okay. I don’t care who he is. He could be a concert pianist or a serial killer, I’d still do my job. Excuse me.

Carly: Uh, some bedside manner.

Luke: He’s like that with everyone. But Dusty is in good hands, I promise. If anyone can save Dusty, it’s Dr. Oliver.

Janet: I hope so.

Carly: Hey. Why don’t we go for a walk, huh? We’ll get some air. I’ll buy you a juice from that new place across the street, anything you want.

Janet: You’re right. I should get out of here. But, uh, I have someplace else in mind.

Carly: Let’s go there then. You sure you want to be in here with me? You might get struck by lightning.

Janet: Carly, come pray with me. 


Luke: Noah.

Noah: Luke?

Luke: Hey. Everything good?

Noah: Oh, I’m just here for an appointment with Dr. Oliver.

Luke: Oh, you might have to talk to his assistant. I think he probably has to reschedule.

Noah: Why?

Luke: He had an emergency surgery.

Noah: How is it that you know that? I’m still sitting here, waiting.

Luke: Well, I was with him when he got his page.

Noah: You were? I thought you couldn’t stand the guy.

[Luke laughs]

Luke: Yeah, we were stuck in the elevator at the Lakeview.

Noah: That’s — that’s awkward.

Luke: Yeah, yeah. Tell me about it. Look, Noah, I know that we’ve broken up, but I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.

Noah: Did you — is this — did you meet somebody? Because if you did, I mean, you don’t need to ask my permission.

Luke: Did I meet somebody? No, no, I didn’t — I’m not even thinking about that. I didn’t — no. Look, the foundation’s gonna donate a lot of money to the hospital.

Noah: What kind of donation?

Luke: We’re gonna fund a new neurology wing. You know, and you know Dr. Oliver. He’s — he’s all over every single detail — you know, the layout, the machines. But if it really happens, this will be where you’re having your surgery. Okay, you can go ahead. Say it. You wish I’d stop interfering in your life.


Noah: Luke, what you’re doing is gonna give hope to so many people. You’re gonna save so many lives. It’s really amazing.

Luke: So now that we’ve broken up, I can finally impress you.

Noah: Yeah, better late than never.

Luke: Ah, very funny.

Noah: No, what really impresses me is that you and Dr. Oliver were finally able to get along.

Reid: Quick and dirty, just the way I like it.

Luke: So Dusty’s gonna be okay?

Noah: Whoa, wait, wait. You were operating on — on Dusty Donovan?

Reid: That’s what they say his name was. Hey, I’m sorry that I missed our appointment.

Noah: No, that’s fine. I’ll reschedule. What happened to Dusty?

Luke: He got shot.

Noah: What? Is he gonna be okay?

Reid: Well, he’s gonna have a nasty scar from the entry wound, but I got the bullet fragment out, stopped the bleeding. Mr. Donovan is gonna die eventually, but not today.

Noah: He’s just lucky that you were there to perform the surgery.

Reid: Yeah, he is.

Noah: Well, I’m gonna talk to your nurse about rescheduling, but thank you again.

Luke: I can’t believe you. You saved Dusty’s life, and you’re acting like it’s just another day at the office.

Reid: It’s what I do.

Luke: Yeah, well, I’ve never seen you be modest.

Reid: I’m not. Look, I’m the best. But, you know, even when I do everything right, sometimes it doesn’t work out. This time, it just happened to work out.

Luke: Ah, so you’re lucky.

Reid: No, I wouldn’t go that far. Look, I never got a chance to thank you for earlier —

Luke: Forget it.

Reid: No, yeah, I intend to forget it.

[Luke laughs]

Server: Dr. Reid Oliver?

Reid: Yeah, that’s me.

Server: You’ve been served.

Luke: What is that?

Reid: It’s the father of that girl who died in Texas. He’s suing me for malpractice.

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