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As I did at the end of the last season, here is a little of 'what happened before the event' of tonight's finale which focuses on how Gary built up to the shooting. Enjoy :)
INT. THERAPIST’S OFFICE. DAY.
GARY CLARK is sat on the couch, he seems uncomfortable and is leaning forward slightly. The THERAPIST is writing on her clipboard.
Please, call me Gary
OK, Gary, it’s completely normal to have lack of sleep, you’re still going through the grieving process and the whole business with the hospital isn’t helping either
I’m just so... mad. I never used to get mad
Anger is normal
Would you stop telling me what’s normal? This isn’t normal. What’s normal about how I am... about how I feel? I can’t even walk into the goddamn store without feeling like I’m torn inside because everything in that place reminds me of my wife
I understand and by normal I mean...
I know exactly what you mean. You mean ‘hey, why are you whining? You’re not the only person to ever lose somebody’
Not at all! I just want to help you
You just want to get money out of me, I don’t want to see you anyway
Your lawyer explained that it’d help your case if...
If you tell them I’m crazy
You’re not crazy
I’m heading that way, this anger... it consumes me. It boils up
And you’re looking for someone to blame
I know exactly who to blame. Derek Shepherd a...an...and Chief Webber and that bitch who turned off the machine
It’s GOOD to have that anger, channel it into something good
Use it to keep on fighting, for your wife! Fight for justice
Justice? I’ll never get justice...
Yes, you will. You need to get closure Gary
And some lawsuit’s going to do that?
Well if that doesn’t then you need to find a way because clinging on like this isn’t healthy
You’re right; I need to channel my anger
Thank you, Doctor
GARY gets up and walks towards the door.
Where are you going?
INT. SUPERMARKET. DAY.
GARY is walking around with his basket. He looks sad, slight tears in his eyes as he puts potato chips, biscuits and other junk food in his basket. He continues walking but looks up, there’s a huge sign saying “AISLE 8 – GUNS AND AMMUNITION”. He clenches his fist and walks over to the aisle. He can’t believe there’s so many guns there, he picks one up, his hand shaking slightly and he closes his eyes, he opens them sharply... intense, anger. He puts it into his basket and looks down the aisle. There’s a display of ammunition with a huge “SALE 50% OFF” sign. He walks over to it and places several boxes into his basket. He walks swiftly down the aisle and heads towards the alcohol aisle. There he sees a vodka and flask gift set and throws it into his basket and walks briskly towards the cashiers.
INT. THERAPIST’S OFFICE. DAY.
GARY is sat down again, this time he’s shaking and leant very far forward. The THERAPIST looks concerned.
That session the other day was very intense
GARY is unresponsive, he’s rocking slightly. His enter demeanour has changed.
You seem tired
I still haven’t slept
Did you try those pills?
I don’t want your pills
I don’t want to sleep
I can’t rest until... until I get justice. Until things are fair again
You can’t do this to yourself... your wife wouldn’t want that
GARY stands bolt up, the THERAPIST flinches.
Do NOT say what my wife would’ve wanted! DO NOT.
GARY storms out of the THERAPISTS office.
EXT. CAR PARK. DAY.
GARY is walking, like a man on a mission and he gets to his car. He pulls down the glove compartment and his gun is sat there. He turns the ignition and drives...
EXT. SEATTLE GRACE MERCY WEST. DAY.
GARY is in his car. He’s holding his gun. He’s crying and looks over, his hand shaking. He takes a deep breath, puts the gun back in the glove compartment and drives away.
INT. GRAVEYARD. NIGHT.
GARY is standing over a grave.
I don’t know what to do Ali... I’m so mad. These past four days I’ve been trying to find an answer but I just don’t have one.
GARY adjusts the flowers on her grave and strokes the gravestone.
Did you know that superstores sell guns? It’s crazy... It’s a crazy, unfair world but I’m going to fix it... I’m going to make it all better... I’m going to give them what they deserve
GARY walks away, again as if he’s on a mission.
INT. GARY’S HOUSE. NIGHT.
GARY walks into his house, he’s carrying his gun. He goes over to his dining room table and places the gun gently on the table. He goes into a cupboard and pulls out the ammo. He fills one of the magazine’s full of bullets and places it inside the gun. He goes into his kitchen and gets his hipflask and places that on the table too. He’s prepared. He kisses a picture of his wife and turns out the light and heads upstairs.
INT. GARY’S HOUSE. DAY.
GARY walks slowly over to the table and takes his jacket off the chair. He slips the gun into his pocket first. He then reaches into the ammo and pulls a handful of bullets, placing them into his pocket. He takes another handful and places them into his other pocket. He notices his flask and attempts to place it into a pocket but the bullets are in the way. He pauses for a moment and removes the bullets from one pocket, placing the flask there instead. He kisses his wife’s picture and walks out of the door.
EXT. GARY’S HOUSE. DAY.
GARY gets into his car. His eyes are dead and cold and he turns the ignition and drives off.
EXT. SEATTLE GRACE MERCY WEST. DAY.
GARY walks down the pathway and towards the hospital. In the ambulance loading bay he spots a NURSE.
Could you tell me where I can find the Chief?
As surgeons we are told to always be honest, to ensure that our patient knows everything they need to know in order to make the correct decisions. We can sugar coat it, make everything seem more positive but we cannot lie. We can't lie, we can't make promises and we can't pretend everything is going to be OK. Yet as people, we lie all the time. We don't tell the truth, we hide information and we make promises we can't keep. The saddest part of it all is that honesty can sometimes fix it all.
Meredith's House. Kitchen. Meredith is sat with Izzie. There are cakes and cookies everywhere.
Meredith:Somebody's been busy
Izzie:I couldn't sleep, I just keep going over and over things in my mind. I needed it to stop so I baked
Meredith:You baked?Izzie:Yeah, I baked
Meredith:And now you feel better?
Izzie:No. What the hell is wrong with him?
Meredith:You left him, he's hurt
Izzie:I didn't leave him, I just went away for a while
Meredith:You didn't call, you didn't write... he didn't know what happened.
Izzie:Whose side are you on?
Meredith:I'm not picking sides, Izz, I'm just stating facts
Izzie:Well I feel crappy enough as it is
Meredith:Why did you leave?
Izzie:He didn't need a cancer wife
Meredith:He didn't have a cancer wife, you were recovering
Izzie:I was letting him go, he wasn't obligated anymore. He was so fussy, he distracted me.
Meredith:That's crap! Alex doesn't do obligations. He was with you out of love. You knew that and he wasn't the one that got you fired either.
Izzie:Just leave it, Mer
Meredith:Well, where did you go?
Izzie:Why do you even care?
Meredith:Because you left me too!
Meredith:You didn't just leave Alex, you left all of us. You left me, Christina, Owen, Derek, Bailey... the Chief. You left all of us.
Meredith:We all sat and watched you as you got ill, we all watched you get better and then we watched you screw it all up like it was nothing. Derek but his ass on the line, the Chief ignored a DNR... we all went out of our way to give you a life. A life you walked out on.
Izzie:So what, I'm meant to be eternally grateful?
Meredith:You could at least act like you give a damn. Like it meant something because it meant something to us. We lost George and then we lost you.
Izzie:I had a lot to deal with
Meredith:We all did, Izz. Nothing is easy anymore. We're fighting to keep our jobs, the Chief isn't Chief anymore... everything is difficult but we don't walk out, we stay and fight
Izzie:I'm sorry, I was just so lost
Izzie begins to cry. Meredith hugs her.
Meredith:Just don't do it again. We were so worried... where did you go?
Izzie:I went back to Chehalis
Meredith:The trailer park?
Izzie:I had nowhere else...
Meredith:What did you do? Did you work?
Izzie:You could say that...
Flashback. Chehalis, Washington. Diner. Robbie Stevens is serving two customers.
Robbie Stevens: That's two coffees and what'll you be eatin'?
Diner #1:I'll have the pancakes with bacon please
Diner #2:I'll have scrambled eggs with mine
Robbie:No problem! CRICKET!The kitchen doors swing open, out steps Izzie Stevens dressed as a waitress. Cut back to the House.
Meredith:You went from surgeon to server?!
Izzie:No hospital would touch me, it was like I was the angel of death or something
Izzie:I kept applying and applying to hospitals but nobody wanted me. I realised that I was 16 again and I just had to get the hell out of there. I kept up my treatments but what I really needed was Alex. I didn't care about my job, I didn't care about anything... I just needed Alex so I came back and now... what do I have? Still no job but what's worse... no Alex either
Meredith:What are you going to do?
Izzie:Go back to square one
Meredith:Wait, you're leaving again?
Izzie:What's the point in sticking around?
Meredith:Don't walk out on us
Izzie:I'll stay in touch this time...
Meredith:You can't go!
Izzie:Why not? Give me one good reason?
Meredith:I traded the Chief!
Meredith:I let Derek go to the board as long as he hired you back, so please... you have to stay.
Izzie puts her bags down and stares at Meredith in shock.
Izzie:You cost one man his job so I could have mine?
Meredith:I wanted to help you
Izzie:I want a job because I'm good at what I do, not because my friend is sleeping with the boss
Izzie:No... Leave me alone. I thought you were my friend!
Izzie storms out. The door slams as Meredith puts her head down on the counter. She picks up a cookie and bites into it.
Telling the truth isn't always easy, especially when you're not obligated to do so. Yet still we try and hope that our honesty will be rewarded with thanks but sometimes the truth is the last thing people want to hear.