Nurse Jackie (2009–2015): Season 1, Episode 4 - School Nurse - full transcript

Previously on Nurse Jackie:

Could the bubonic
plague ever happen again?

No, sweetie. What about the flu?

I'm wondering if

it's bigger than that.
No, I don't think it is.

I think she's gonna
be a teenager. I think...

Her moods are erratic.

You know what,
I think it's normal.

I think Grace is starting
to unravel a little bit.

Scaring the shit out of
me. If you need anything

and I mean anything, you
better tell me, or I will kill you.



How are we on
time? No, we're good.

Just don't get fancy.

I have seen hundreds
of you jerkoffs

blow through these doors,
test scores through the roof,

but a total fucking retard
when it comes to actual patients.

I know you.

You spend enough
time in one place

and you know the
answers to questions

that you never even asked.

Why are Manny's scrubs wrinkled?

He's dressing out of a hamper,

cycling off his antidepressants.

It's not like I wanna
know this stuff.

I just do.



And it's not always bad.

This will be O'Hara.

And that coffee is for me.

Oh, shit.

That's a kid.

Throw him in the
slot. Respiratory stat.

Seven-year-old
boy, Julien Armando.

Mother witnessed
fall from playground.

Boarded and
collared at the scene.

Immediately
unconscious. BP is 140/80.

Shallow breaths,
diminished breath sounds.

Shallow respirations at
14, possible hemothorax.

On my count. One, two, three.

- Any allergies?
- Mother says none.

Central Park gets those
rubbery ground covers.

Alphabets get monkey
bars and concrete.

On the bright side, I am
here, so he's a lucky boy.

Get the mother out, tell her
we'll talk to her in a minute.

But I want to see
the... Zoey, go.

Please wait behind
the yellow line.

When the physician
has more information,

she'll let you know. COOPER:
♪ I've got a gunshot ♪

♪ I've got a gunshot ♪

Hey.

Um... He's just happy.

Happy? Wait. No. Um...

He's interest... He's excited...
He's interested to experience

the, um... the challenge
of a bullet wound.

Um...

There's waffles in
the cafeteria today.

We need a chest tube
set up. Yeah, got it.

Lovely.

Chest wall movement
isn't symmetrical.

Okay, we want a nice big
line, Jacks. Breath signs noted

on the left side only.
Oxygen sat 93 percent.

Can I take the
collar off? Mm-hm.

Oh, lovely, Jacks.
A big old fatty.

Been around the
block a few times.

Thank God for that. Right.

Splash and slash.

Hmm.

I've been around the
block too, you know.

In a nicer car, of course.

Hang in there, little man.

Dr. O'Hara is the
best possible doctor,

so he's in the best possible...

Oh, hello. Um, Mrs...

Armando, Julien's mom.

Hi, sweetie. What's your
name? Justin Armando.

You're older than your
brother? By eight minutes.

Yeah, you look older.

He does. You do.

I am Dr. O'Hara.

Listen, the impact
from your son's fall

has caused his lung to collapse.

No, no.

It's okay, though.

We sedated him.

We got the fluid
out of his lung.

He's doing great.

He is stabilized for now.

He's on his way up to CAT scan

so we can get a better idea
of what we're up against.

Brain damage,
spinal-cord injury,

internal bleeding,
that sort of thing.

Not that bad.

You can go up and see him soon.

And just so you
know, Mrs. Armando,

O'Hara is the very
best. I would trust her

with my own life. If you
need anything, sweetie,

Zoey can help you. Okay?

I'll be back in a little bit.

Give them a hug. A hug.

I thought it was no big deal.

Kevin, if I'd known, I
could've taken the shift off.

Sorry, babe, but it's not just
a progress report for Grace.

It's some kind of conference.

Holy crap. What's it about?

I don't know.

There's a time.
It looks important.

We should both go.

All right. I'm coming. Love you.

All right, love you. Bye.

Hey, you. Oh, God.
Eddie, you scared me.

Where are you off to?

I have a tooth thing.

My dentist is gonna fit me in.

Oh, let me give you a ride.
No, that's all right. I'm good.

I got an extra
helmet, seriously.

No. Uh, it's a
nice walk, actually.

Are you in pain? Dentist's
only gonna give you ibuprofen.

I got the good stuff.

No, I'm gonna tough it out.

All right. See you, tough guy.

Think it's true what
they say about twins,

that they can read each other's
minds, feel each other's pain?

Definitely. I'm a twin.

I was a twin.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

Chica, never do that.

Never think you
should feel sorry for me.

I get the "aw" thing, and
I immediately wanna eat

three sleeves of Oreos.

He died when we were a year old.

See, now I want to
say I'm sorry again.

Do you remember him?

You know, I do.

I remember being with
someone, you know.

Like I came into the
world with someone.

I didn't come here
alone, so, you know,

being "alone"
alone is hard for me.

It doesn't feel bad.

It just feels wrong.

Ever think about
what he would be like?

Every day.

Have you ever used hot rollers?

Why? Should I?

Hmm.

Ahh... Hmm. No, that's worse.

Hey, babe. Hey.

Did you figure out that
noise from the fridge?

Yeah. I cleaned the condenser.

Thank God. The same
one new was like 2 grand.

If it breaks again, we
can move into the bar,

eat jerky.

You are not still
buying that jerky.

What? I feel bad for the rep.

He used to be a fireman.

Kevin, you are such a softy.

I got a great comeback to that.

We are in a school, please.

Wait. I bought you
socks on the street.

Gold Toes, my favorites.

Something wrong?

No, I just lost a patient.

Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Peyton.
We're ready for you.

Okay.

Excuse me. Ladies first.

Grace is a lovely girl.

Thank you.

She's our favorite. I'm kidding.

Her grades are good,

but we're a little concerned

about some of her creative work.

I've asked Connie,
our school nurse,

and district psychologist
Skip Nannerine to weigh in.

Hey, Skip. How are you?

I have bursitis.

I believe your daughter Grace

is experiencing signs of
generalized anxiety disorder.

Anxiety disorder?

Hey, hi, sweetie.

Uh, please, continue.

Mom and Dad are here.

What? Where?

In your classroom
talking to your teacher.

You're in trouble.

Oh.

Well, I'm quite happy to say

that your son is stable
and doing very well.

Test results show
no spinal damage

nor internal injuries
beyond the lung.

Thank you so much,
doctor. Thank you.

You can go and see him now.

Wait right here, okay? Uh-huh.

Whoa.

Um... Where is Jackie? Jacks?

Someone?

Anyone?

Christ.

Okay, let's keep
moving, mate. Come on.

You're a heavy little
bugger, aren't you?

Okay, so?

I don't know. Looks
pretty good to me.

She's always drawing my hair
longer. She hates this haircut.

The brickwork is pretty
phenomenal. That's my bar.

That I own, not where I drink.

I mean, the sign and
everything. I mean,

it's pretty nice work. Right.

Right, but please,

try to focus on what's
lacking in the scene.

Her pictures are consistently

devoid of color.

Uh... Yeah.

She never draws a
sun in any of her skies.

Sometimes that can be a sign.

Sign of what?

Children tend to
draw optimistically.

Trees are huge, skies are blue.

It's how they see the world.

Yeah.

Are there any problems at home?

Problems? No.

None.

She circles her desk

three times before
she sits down.

She told me

it's so the planes
don't fall out of the sky.

Okay. You know what? I...

How do you think we
should address this problem?

I mean, if it is a problem.

I'll be happy to furnish you

with a list of psychiatrists.

Sliding scale per
income/insurance.

They'll be able to
diagnose Grace.

And put her on what
I think is necessary.

An age-appropriate,
low-dose, anti-anxiety medicine.

Okay, that's enough out of you.

Uh, thank you, everybody.

Um, you know what? This is a lot

to take in all at once.

And, um, we'll have
to... We'll figure this out.

Thanks for your time.

It's amazing to me.

Think a kid has a problem,
make him take a pill.

That's nice work.

Fiona told me you
guys were here.

Hi, sweetie.

Mrs. Vogal says that
you have good grades.

We're proud of you, monkey.

Ah. Duty calls.

I'll be right back, okay?

Hey.

Hey, Connie.

Connie, hey.

I'm sorry I got a little
bit rattled in there.

It's hard to listen to a bunch
of strangers criticizing my kid.

Nobody was criticizing.
We're here to help.

No. Yes, I know, I know.

Look, we are both nurses,

and I really wanna
understand this.

You don't think they're
going a little overboard?

There's no sun in
the pictures? Please.

Okay, so she circles
the desk. I don't know,

maybe it could
be... It's a big deal.

Look, you know how quickly
kids change developmentally.

Just when you
think you know them,

suddenly they're
into something else.

In six months, she could
be a completely different kid.

In which case, this meeting
becomes totally irrelevant.

Your daughter
has serious issues.

Issues? What issues?
She has a personality.

You guys, the minute they show

even the slightest sign
of being a little bit different

you wanna write
them a prescription.

Ohh, you feel a
little warm, sweetie.

Yeah, you better get
him started on Prozac.

Have a nice day, Mrs. Peyton.

I left a hemorrhaging ulcer
to listen to your bullshit.

I can say that. You cannot.

Such a bunch of fucking idiots.

That Nannerine guy,
what the hell was that?

I guarantee he's a hoarder.

Nannerine is not the problem.

We have a problem? Do you
think Grace should be on drugs?

They gave us their opinions,

but we're gonna decide
what's best for her.

What's to decide?

I'm not thrilled that she
thinks planes are gonna fall

if she doesn't do that
thing around her desk.

She watches too much news.

You cannot let her sit
all day and watch a TV.

Well, who was snoring while
our daughter was watching

World's Scariest Shit On Fire?

If you saw, why didn't
you do something?

You also forgot to
turn the crock pot on.

I had to deal with a very stinky
piece of pot roast this morning.

I'm thinking maybe
private school.

Well, that might be
extreme. And expensive.

So we'll tighten our belts.

For some reason,
that made me hungry.

Can you make us tacos tonight?

Okay, baby.

All right, I gotta get back.

I'll see you later. See you.

Eddie here.

Hey, it's me. Hey.

Hey. Hey.

Save it. I switched
services, got a new number.

All right. By the way,

"Me so horny" makes
me not so much.

Hmm.

All right.

Uhh... For the pain.

Oh.

Thank you. Mm-hm.

See you.

Lucille Marinovich.

Comes a couple times a month
from a skilled nursing facility.

End-stage COPD, hypoxic.

The patient's been
on long-term steroids.

Sputum's light yellow. - Okay.

Where's Dr. Cooper?

He had a gunshot.

Ah. Was it exciting?

I don't know. I wasn't there.

No, you didn't miss anything.
Tuesday's was a lot harder.

I have been
consistently shut out

of all of the
interesting cases today

and I'm not at all pleased.

Wow, you are scary
when you're mad.

All right. This one's all yours.

She has a health proxy, DNR.

Keep the BiPAP going.
Watch the pulse ox.

And she's gonna hate
the mask. Keep it on her.

I'm gonna have
to put this on now.

Hey, Lucille. You
feeling crummy?

Ohh.

Don't look at me, Dr. Cooper.

I didn't get a chance

to put my eyebrows on.

You're beautiful.

Why don't you put that
mask on so you can get better

and go back to Highland Gardens.

We had orange roughy

for dinner last night. Mmm.

Yeah. It's a mild fish.

It sure is.

Oh. There you go.

Now you know I wear a wig.

But I didn't know
till just this minute.

Hmm? Hmm?

Huh?

Hey, I'll be back.

Don't go anywhere. No.

Put your mask on.

All right. Can you sit
up a little bit for me?

Thank you. And I'm gonna ask you

to put this mask to your face.

You good?

I'm good.

Shit, Jacks, you
go missing in action

and I'm left dealing
with some sticky little tot.

I needed your hugs
and warm nursey eyes

to deflect his hero worship.

You had to be nice? I
can't believe I missed it.

His mucky little fingers
ruined a pair of $80 tights.

Remind me why
you don't have kids.

By the way, I've seen you
throw more than that in the trash.

I'd have preferred them
to have been ripped off

in the heat of something,

as opposed to being destroyed

by sullied midget digits.

I would see that band.

Oh, I bought us two
napoleons from Le Cirque.

They're in the insulin fridge.

I want mine right now.
Seriously, right now.

Dr. O'Hara.

Excuse me.

Justin has something for you.

Really?

Eighty bucks.

I made a picture of you.

Wow, thank you so much, Justin.

You're welcome.

Now, you be a good
boy and always remember

to help ladies on
with their coats.

Perfect.

Thank you.

Bye.

Eh.

Doesn't look anything like me.

Everybody has a first.

It's never easy.

And if it does become easy,

it's time to quit.

Yeah, but gunshot guy's alive.

Collapsed-lung boy's alive.

Mine's dead.

I hear you.

Go ahead. It's okay.

Can't talk. Love you.

I just had the most
awesome gunshot today.

Guy's totally
stabilized. Coop, one.

Death, zero.

Boo-yah!

Do you think we
should tell Coop?

No, let's let him have this one.

Okay, let's clean her up.

You have the gauze?

Yes.

You okay?

Yeah.

Oh.

What?

I wanna do her eyebrows.

Right.

I have a makeup
pencil in my purse.

Now, was that so hard?

♪ Mister Sun ♪

♪ Light my way ♪

♪ Let the music surround you ♪

♪ You know just ♪

♪ What to play ♪

♪ To make joy ♪

♪ All around you ♪

♪ You outshine ♪

♪ The moon And stars above you ♪

♪ To know you ♪

♪ To know you Is to love you ♪

♪ Mister Sun ♪

♪ Mister Sun ♪