Doctor Strange

Master Kaecilius.

That ritual will bring you only sorrow.

Hypocrite!

(SHINING STAR BY EARTH WIND & FIRE PLAYING)

Challenge round, Billy.

Oh, come on, Billy, you've got to be messing with me.

(CHUCKLES) No, doctor.

Feels So Good, Chuck Mangione, 1977.

Honestly, Billy, you said this one would be hard.

- Ha! It's 1978. - No, Billy.

While Feels So Good may have charted in 1978...

the album was released in December of 1977.

No. Wikipedia says it's a nineteen...

Check again.

Where do you store

all this useless information?

Useless?

The man charted a top 10 hit with a flugelhorn.

Status, Billy?

1977.

Oh, please. I hate you.

Oh!

Feels so good, doesn't it?

Oh, I got this, Stephen.

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, Doctor Palmer.

You left a bullet in his head.

Thanks. It's impinging on the medulla.

I needed a specialist. Nic diagnosed brain death.

Something about that doesn't feel right to me.

We have to run.

Doctor West.

What are you doing? Hey.

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.

Prematurely. 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 gotta go.

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

Still want to harvest his organs?

- I'll assist you. No.

Doctor Palmer will assist me.

Thank you.

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 10 minutes ago

when you called the wrong time of death?

Cranial nerves intact.

Doctor 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 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.

Hey!

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, uh,

- CNN interviews. - (LAUGHS DRYLY)

I guess I'll just have to stick with Nic.

Whoa, wait a minute.

You're not... You guys aren't...

What?

Sleeping together? Sorry, I thought that was implicit in my disgust.

Explicit, actually.

No, I have a very strict rule against dating colleagues.

Oh, really?

I call it the "Strange Policy."

Oh, well, good, I'm glad something's named after me.

I invented a laminectomy procedure.

And yet, somehow no one seems to want to call it the "Strange Technique."

We invented that technique.

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.

- We had fun together. - (SCOFFS)

No! You had fun.

They weren't about us, they were about you.

Not only about me.

Stephen. Everything is about you.

Maybe we could hyphenate.

Strange-Palmer Technique.

Palmer-Strange.

- (CELL PHONE RINGING) - 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?

Definitely not.

How about a 22-year-old female...

with an electronic implant in her brain to control schizophrenia...

struck by lightning?

Mmm. That does sound interesting.

- Can you send me the... - (CHIMES)

Got it.

Hey.

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.

No.

Give your body time to heal.

You've ruined me.

How long until I can take...

Doctor Strange.

Those tissues are still healing.

So, speed it up.

Pass a stent down the brachial artery into the radial artery.

It's possible.

Experimental and expensive, but possible.

All I need is possible.

Up.

Up.

Show me your strength.

This is useless.

It's not useless, man. You can do this.

All right, 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 his back...

paralyzed, his leg wasted away.

- (BREATHING HEAVILY) - He had pain in his shoulder,

from the wheelchair.

He came in three times a week.

Then one day he stopped coming.

I thought he was dead.

A few years later, he walked past me on the street.

Walked? - Yeah, walked.

Bullshit. Show me his file.

It'll take me a while to pull the files from the archive.

But if it proves your arrogant ass wrong...

Worth it.

I looked at all your research...

I read all the papers you've sent.

It's not gonna work.