Scene 16: [A helicopter view of the capitol city. We close in on the
streets, where the Zhengian soldiers are being led into the Palace, surely
to be sent to the dungeons to await trial. Camera pans up to a tall tower
off to the left side of the Palace – the Medical Ward.]
[Interior Medical Ward – waiting room. Gaz is pacing the floor nervously. Zim is seated on a bench against the wall, looking very shaken. GIR & FIR are sitting on the tile floor, FIR watching GIR play with his toys. Neither one of them looks very happy.]
Gaz: [stops her pacing in front of Zim, grabs him by the collar] This is all your fault!!!! [shakes him violently]
Zim: [waits until she stops, and then puts both hands on her shoulders.] It isn't my fault, Gaz, and you know it.
Gaz: [Her hands drop listlessly to her sides] I know…I just… [kicks the ground] …need someone to blame…
Zim: [looks at the door to the operating room where Dib is] What is taking them so long anyway??
[Inside the operating room, a team of Irken surgeons are standing around an unconscious Dib, who is strapped to the operating table. They look at each other, puzzled.]
Surgeon #1: Um…what is that? [Points at Dib, but the audience can't see what it is because of the carefully positioned camera]
Surgeon #2: I dunno…It's no organ I've ever seen.
Surgeon #3: [holding a large book entitled "The Humanoid Anatomy"] According to this…that's called a…'stomach'…used for digestion…
#1: Weird. Where's his Sgeegily Spooch?
#2: I don't think he has one.
#1: How are we supposed to heal him if we don't understand his organs?!?
#3: Um…it gives a help line on the back cover. [#1 & #2 turn to look at #3]
[Cut to another room in the Ward, this one is better lit. Red & Purple are sitting next to each other on a table as two nurses bandage their blaster wounds.]
Purple: [winces as Nurse #1 applies what looks like the Irken version of rubbing alcohol to a burn on his arm] Ow! Why hasn't an ointment been invented that doesn't sting?
Red: Aw, quit complaining. We're lucky to be alive.
Nurse #1: It must have been some battle, wasn't it, my Tallest?
Red: [grins] You might say that – ow! [Nurse #2 has just started bandaging his chest.]
Nurse #2: I'm sure it was. Now if you'd hold still, sir, this wouldn't hurt as much.
[Red and Purple both sigh.]
Purple: What are we gonna do about Zim?
Red: Huh? Whadda ya mean?
Purple: Well…he did just save our lives…
Red: Yeah…I dunno…we'll think of something…
[Cut back to Dib's operating room. Surgeon #3 has a phone in his hand and it's ringing. #1 & #2 are watching anxiously. As the phone on the other end is answered, the screen splits in half diagonally, showing one of Prof. Membrane's assistants on the receiving end.]
Assistant: [in a kind of bored tone] Membrane Help-Line. How can we help you?
#3: Um yeah…we've got this human here who was shot in the stomach with a series 458 laser pistol – Zhengian class. And um…we don't know how to heal him…
Assistant: One moment please. [puts a hand over the receiver, line dividing the screen disappears, as does the Irken half] Hey Professor!! You might want to take this call yourself!
Prof. Membrane: [comes over, wiping his gloves off with a rag] What is it now? I'm in the middle of something very important.
Assistant: [hands him the phone] They've got a human who's been shot in the stomach. They need operating instructions.
Prof. Membrane: Very well. [into the phone] Well, it's really very simple, you see…
[Cut to the waiting room again. Zim glances over at the door impatiently, then puts his chin in his hands and sighs. Gaz has stopped her pacing and is now sitting next to him.]
[A hissing in heard and they all look up. The door to the operating room has slid open and Surgeon #1 steps out. He gives them a thumbs-up sign and they all breathe a sigh of relief.]
Gaz: [hops off the bench and hurried over to #1] When can we see him?
#1: He's being moved to another room as we speak. The anesthetic should be wearing off shortly, so if you'll all follow me… [He starts to walk off, with the others following quickly after.]
[Cut to the hallway outside Dib's new room. #1 presses a button on the wall and the door slides open. The group steps in, warily. Dib is sleeping soundly in a bed back against the far wall. The monitors above the head rest are showing vital signs. The group approaches him silently.]
Gaz: [puts a hand on the side of the bed] Dib…you loser, wake up! [she punches his arm]
Dib: [wakes with a start] Ow! [looks around] Where…? Oh, Gaz! [she frowns] What?
Gaz: You idiot! How did you expect me to explain it to Dad if you got killed, huh?
Dib: Sorry, Gaz…I guess I didn't think…
Gaz: It's ok…just don't do it again… [she smiles and touches his arm] Hey…I'm glad you're ok. [Dib smiles]
GIR: [shoves Zim up right next to the bed] Master has something to say, too!
Zim: [glares at GIR, then looks at Dib, obviously embarrassed about what he has to say] Um…I…er…uh…well… [GIR pokes him from behind and he blurts out] I wanted to thank you for taking that hit. [he swallows hard, not even believing the words had actually come from him] You didn't have to, you know…
Dib: [grins triumphantly] Yeah, I know…
GIR: Aww…Master and Dib are gonna be friends!! [hugs FIR in excitement]
Zim: Don't be ridiculous!!
Dib: [at the same time] Not a chance! [both boys look disgusted at the thought]
Gaz: [rolls her eyes] Boys…
[Interior Medical Ward – waiting room. Gaz is pacing the floor nervously. Zim is seated on a bench against the wall, looking very shaken. GIR & FIR are sitting on the tile floor, FIR watching GIR play with his toys. Neither one of them looks very happy.]
Gaz: [stops her pacing in front of Zim, grabs him by the collar] This is all your fault!!!! [shakes him violently]
Zim: [waits until she stops, and then puts both hands on her shoulders.] It isn't my fault, Gaz, and you know it.
Gaz: [Her hands drop listlessly to her sides] I know…I just… [kicks the ground] …need someone to blame…
Zim: [looks at the door to the operating room where Dib is] What is taking them so long anyway??
[Inside the operating room, a team of Irken surgeons are standing around an unconscious Dib, who is strapped to the operating table. They look at each other, puzzled.]
Surgeon #1: Um…what is that? [Points at Dib, but the audience can't see what it is because of the carefully positioned camera]
Surgeon #2: I dunno…It's no organ I've ever seen.
Surgeon #3: [holding a large book entitled "The Humanoid Anatomy"] According to this…that's called a…'stomach'…used for digestion…
#1: Weird. Where's his Sgeegily Spooch?
#2: I don't think he has one.
#1: How are we supposed to heal him if we don't understand his organs?!?
#3: Um…it gives a help line on the back cover. [#1 & #2 turn to look at #3]
[Cut to another room in the Ward, this one is better lit. Red & Purple are sitting next to each other on a table as two nurses bandage their blaster wounds.]
Purple: [winces as Nurse #1 applies what looks like the Irken version of rubbing alcohol to a burn on his arm] Ow! Why hasn't an ointment been invented that doesn't sting?
Red: Aw, quit complaining. We're lucky to be alive.
Nurse #1: It must have been some battle, wasn't it, my Tallest?
Red: [grins] You might say that – ow! [Nurse #2 has just started bandaging his chest.]
Nurse #2: I'm sure it was. Now if you'd hold still, sir, this wouldn't hurt as much.
[Red and Purple both sigh.]
Purple: What are we gonna do about Zim?
Red: Huh? Whadda ya mean?
Purple: Well…he did just save our lives…
Red: Yeah…I dunno…we'll think of something…
[Cut back to Dib's operating room. Surgeon #3 has a phone in his hand and it's ringing. #1 & #2 are watching anxiously. As the phone on the other end is answered, the screen splits in half diagonally, showing one of Prof. Membrane's assistants on the receiving end.]
Assistant: [in a kind of bored tone] Membrane Help-Line. How can we help you?
#3: Um yeah…we've got this human here who was shot in the stomach with a series 458 laser pistol – Zhengian class. And um…we don't know how to heal him…
Assistant: One moment please. [puts a hand over the receiver, line dividing the screen disappears, as does the Irken half] Hey Professor!! You might want to take this call yourself!
Prof. Membrane: [comes over, wiping his gloves off with a rag] What is it now? I'm in the middle of something very important.
Assistant: [hands him the phone] They've got a human who's been shot in the stomach. They need operating instructions.
Prof. Membrane: Very well. [into the phone] Well, it's really very simple, you see…
[Cut to the waiting room again. Zim glances over at the door impatiently, then puts his chin in his hands and sighs. Gaz has stopped her pacing and is now sitting next to him.]
[A hissing in heard and they all look up. The door to the operating room has slid open and Surgeon #1 steps out. He gives them a thumbs-up sign and they all breathe a sigh of relief.]
Gaz: [hops off the bench and hurried over to #1] When can we see him?
#1: He's being moved to another room as we speak. The anesthetic should be wearing off shortly, so if you'll all follow me… [He starts to walk off, with the others following quickly after.]
[Cut to the hallway outside Dib's new room. #1 presses a button on the wall and the door slides open. The group steps in, warily. Dib is sleeping soundly in a bed back against the far wall. The monitors above the head rest are showing vital signs. The group approaches him silently.]
Gaz: [puts a hand on the side of the bed] Dib…you loser, wake up! [she punches his arm]
Dib: [wakes with a start] Ow! [looks around] Where…? Oh, Gaz! [she frowns] What?
Gaz: You idiot! How did you expect me to explain it to Dad if you got killed, huh?
Dib: Sorry, Gaz…I guess I didn't think…
Gaz: It's ok…just don't do it again… [she smiles and touches his arm] Hey…I'm glad you're ok. [Dib smiles]
GIR: [shoves Zim up right next to the bed] Master has something to say, too!
Zim: [glares at GIR, then looks at Dib, obviously embarrassed about what he has to say] Um…I…er…uh…well… [GIR pokes him from behind and he blurts out] I wanted to thank you for taking that hit. [he swallows hard, not even believing the words had actually come from him] You didn't have to, you know…
Dib: [grins triumphantly] Yeah, I know…
GIR: Aww…Master and Dib are gonna be friends!! [hugs FIR in excitement]
Zim: Don't be ridiculous!!
Dib: [at the same time] Not a chance! [both boys look disgusted at the thought]
Gaz: [rolls her eyes] Boys…