Nurse Jackie (2009–2015): Season 1, Episode 8 - Pupil - full transcript
The emergency room is four nurses short, and Jackie runs a tight ship. A male temp seems to be unusually slow or dim until Zoey discovers that he may be on drugs. On top of everything, Grace has a panic attack at school, and Jackie accidentally lets it slip that she has a daughter.
Previously on Nurse Jackie:
Whose baby is this?
Think the girls are asleep?
Well, we can be quiet.
Go on, open it up.
Happy anniversary, babe.
It's been a year.
God, Eddie, I'm sorry. I'm
just not good at this stuff.
I had a fight with a man friend.
Guy friend.
Boyfriend?
Mom and Dad are here. What?
You're in trouble.
I believe your daughter Grace
is experiencing signs of
generalized anxiety disorder.
When I get nervous, I act out
with inappropriate
sexual touches. It's like...
It's like Tourette's. Xanax.
My life's a shambles.
That's a secret, by the way.
♪ Na, na, na, na, na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, Na, na, na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
This is better than the bus.
Okay, you have sprinkles
in your hair. Wow.
Yes, I do. All
right, messy girl.
It's time for you to walk.
You're a mess. Hold
on a second, sweetie.
Let me get your
face. I can't be late.
We do saints first
thing every morning.
Oh, yeah?
Yesterday was St. Lucy.
She plucked out her eyes,
but she could still see.
Then she died, but God gave
her prettier eyes in heaven.
That's a good story, sweetie.
Shit. Shoot.
Fiona, honey, I'm
sorry. You can't eat that.
I wasn't done. I
am sorry, sweetie.
There was a bug on it, okay?
There was a dead bug. I'm sorry.
And Mommy owes us a
dollar for her bad word.
Whoops.
God. All right.
I'm sorry. Let's go.
Jesus Christ.
Mommy. FIONA: Mommy.
You got your lunch?
Yeah.
You have your phone?
Only for emergencies,
not for texting.
Okay, baby, love you.
Bye. FIONA: Bye.
Have a good day.
Please stand clear
of the closing doors.
Been on his bathroom
floor for three days.
The temp's 103. Weak
and dehydrated upon arrival.
BP is low. Starting
him on fluids.
That's why you get the
free flu shot. Put him in 2.
Nope, there's no more
room at the inn, Mary.
Already?
We're completely
out of 2-by-2's.
You don't smoke in here.
No se puede fumar aquí.
Notification Trauma Room ETA...
We're four nurses short.
Well, you are. I'm fine.
This is the second time
this week. What the hell?
Budget cuts. Well's dry.
They had a fucking Zen
garden in their boardroom,
and I am four nurses short?
It's a plant. Whatever.
They suck.
I got you one temp.
It's the best I could do.
Discharge these.
Why do you have three wallets?
Honey, let... This... Let me. I
know where it is. Let me look.
Jesus, Alexandra,
this is really expired.
Oh, we need your
insurance card, ma'am.
We know. I'm looking.
This is Sam. He's
from St. Vincent's.
He's yours till 6 tonight.
If you need anything,
ask her, not me.
Good luck.
All right, you just press F8.
No, no, no.
F8. It's one key.
Okay, you know what? Here.
You discharge
these. I will do that.
Okay,
you having any dizziness,
Mrs. Greenfield? Are you blurry?
No. No, I can see
you very clearly.
You see, this town car
ran into me on the FDR
and it pushed me off the road.
I just wanna go
home and lie down.
Okay, you don't go home
and lie down after a head injury.
That's how people end
up dead on their couch.
Oh.
Okay, so I watched
this amazing program
about miotic pupils...
Well, it was about
the whole eyeball.
But still, did you know...?
Okay, we are four short,
which means I need you
to stick with every
patient I throw at you
and follow up with
them as if you are me.
So I'm on my own?
Yes, and stop smiling.
Last time you were on your own
you gave Dave the
addict six Percocet
for a nonexistent broken finger.
He cried every time
I made him bend it.
Zoey, drug seekers
come in here all the time.
You like pupils so much,
make sure you're checking them.
Oh, I will, believe me.
Because the pupil tells
you everything you need to...
I tell you everything
you need to know.
We are way too busy today
for you to be a pushover.
Okay, who in here
is in so much pain
they can't raise their arm?
Put them at the
bottom of the list.
The rest of you, we have
about a three-hour wait.
Ugh.
Drug seekers. Waste of time.
People.
See this?
This is what
we're talking about.
Oh, yeah.
Okay, the blood pressure
is 140 over 90. Is
it always that high?
You have a very
nice jaw line. My word.
Thank you.
So we're gonna wanna make sure
there's no fluid
in your abdomen.
Lord, I'm wearing Spanx.
We don't really need
to poke around, do we?
We're in a no-poke zone.
You're going in for a CAT
Scan. That seems a bit excessive.
Are you on any other medication,
Mrs. Greenfield, besides Boniva?
Yeah, um, a blood thinner,
Coumadin, Diovan
for blood pressure.
And last week she
had a reaction to some
ginkgo shit my
sister bought her.
That is not true.
Keep making that face
and that wrinkle is
gonna become permanent.
You can't use your
phone here. Oh. Sorry.
Doctor, it's fine.
It's just this cut.
Well, let's get you some
lidocaine and stitch it up.
Excuse me.
One hour, 10 patients.
Boom.
Okay, let's take a look.
Let's jump. Ooh.
Oh, it hurts when I sit up.
Okay, let's lay you back
down. Lay you back down.
There. Does that hurt?
Yes, yes, there.
Yes, please, stop.
Why didn't you tell
Dr. Cooper? Oh. He's busy.
I didn't wanna disturb him.
I'm getting a
scan. It'll be fine.
Mom, you should have
told him. He's a doctor.
Are you biting your nails again?
Any problems?
No.
Thank you, Sister.
Okay.
We're not sleeping here
again tonight, you little shit.
I'm not kidding.
I have something
that belongs to you.
Oh, Melissa.
You didn't need to leave work.
I got Amy's message,
and I couldn't get a cab.
Oh. Oh, my God, your head.
Oh. Look at you.
Is that a new dress?
Excuse me. My mother
has a gash on her head.
Are you a model?
Uh. Mo-Mo.
Can you please tell these
ladies where to get a cup of coffee
so I can finish
with their mother?
Oh. Okay. Um, I'll just wait
outside. Whatever mom wants.
I want you to stay
right next to me.
Oh, Melissa, when he comes
back, I want you to meet Dr. Cooper.
Amy, did you notice?
No ring.
Mom. Mo-Mo.
Yes, ma'am. This way, ladies.
I'll see you later.
"Bathed in
wheelchair in hallway."
"Bathed in
wheelchair in hallway."
What is this, a haiku?
Oh, I gave the
patient a bed bath.
And now he's sitting in a
wheelchair in the hallway.
Okay. Why don't
you write that down?
Page Dr. Cooper
for me now, please.
Attendings, pick up on 6854.
Here, okay? Great, thank you.
Now go wait over there
in the waiting room.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Turn that fucking
thing off. Follow me.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Ma'am, is there
anyone I can talk to?
It's been beeping
for half an hour.
Oh, that's about enough
of that, then, isn't it?
Okay. Has this young man
checked on you recently?
No, he hasn't.
And I can't swallow
all these pills
without a big glass of water.
I asked him for a
big glass of water.
That was CAT Scan.
They paged Coop
six times, no response.
It's Mrs. Greenfield.
If you see him,
we're supposed to send him up.
Sir, if you don't get
everything you need
in the next five minutes,
this man over here is
gonna pay you $50, okay?
Here, I need you to time him.
Oh, I know, I know I'm pretty,
but you just wasted 30
seconds staring at me.
On a scale of one to 10.
I don't know.
Ten being the most
painful. One being tolerable.
Don't exaggerate.
Tell the truth.
What are you really doing
here? What are you looking for?
He has a fractured fibula.
Get him to Ortho and
give him some Vicodin.
Have you taken any
medication today? Painkillers?
If I had any painkillers,
would I be in here
fucking crying?
Shit.
I have, like, two
more questions.
Okay, have a good one.
It's never real to me, you know.
No, you cannot leave.
No.
Bruce from Radiation gave
me two tickets to Wicked, row G.
I've never seen
it that close up.
I need you here.
You're cute when
you're ruining my life.
You want to jump in here maybe?
Check a few bags,
turn a few beds?
I don't jump in.
Can you give me half an hour
so I can eat something, please?
Agh. What are you, 7?
Don't grab. Why is
everyone looking for me?
CT paged you six
times for Mrs. Greenfield.
I paged you three times.
She had negative
labs and ultrasound.
I stitched her and got her
a scan. Get off my back.
I'm not even asking
where you were
or why you can't follow
a simple instruction
like keeping your pager
on during the workday. W...
It's a new technique
for the inappropriate
sexual touch.
I have an idea. Take
your hand, put it like this.
And then you put it like this,
and you answer
your fucking pager.
I... Oh, Christ.
Honey?
Mommy, I... I...
I can't breathe.
No, sweetie, just
relax. Hold on.
If you are talking to me,
it means you can breathe.
So I'm an asshole
and you're always right?
Can you come get
me? It's okay, Grace.
It's an emergency.
Your tough-love act might
work with patients, not me.
Don't push me
around, Jackie. Fine.
It's an emergency.
No, no, sweetie... You're
on the phone. Oh, no.
When there are these patients
that need you to save them
from my horrible judgment.
Shut the fuck up. It's my kid.
I... You have a kid? No,
sweetie. I'm right here.
Of course I will stay on
the phone with you, honey.
I can't.
Sweetie, honey, please
stop crying, please.
You're okay.
Do not walk away from me.
You were scaring me a little.
So yes, I have a kid.
That is my private life, and
I wanna keep it that way.
All right, Jackie, fine.
I won't say anything.
Yeah, right, I'm sorry.
I realize you're the kind
who's above gossiping.
I knew that the
second I met you.
I swear I won't.
Yeah, you swear.
Hand to God to
tit. You know what?
Fuck off, Jackie. Fuck off.
I'm not gonna say anything
about your secret kid.
My moms didn't put me
through medical school
just so I could stand around
and talk shit about nurses.
I don't give a fuck
about your life.
It's not that interesting.
I'm a doctor, okay?
I'm a fucking doctor.
Hey.
Hey, Kevin, hi.
Grace had a panic
attack at school.
What? Shit.
You gotta go there
and pick her up. I know...
Okay, babe, all
right. I'm gonna go.
I mean it. You gotta
go right now, okay?
You're supposed to wait
for transport to move him.
I can do it myself.
Well, smell you, Nancy Drew.
Oh, my God. Are you okay?
What?
I just rolled a huge
man over your foot.
Didn't that kill?
Uhh... No.
Flashlight tag. You're it.
Thanks for meeting me.
And on my day off, no
less. I am marvelous.
I've ordered for us.
Great, thank you.
I could have met you
at work, you know?
Oh, my God. No, please, I
had to get out of that place.
I was going batshit.
We are four nurses short.
And then Grace
freaked out at school.
Oh, my word.
That calls for a
cigarette. Don't...
Please don't tempt me.
They let you smoke in here?
They're too afraid of
me to tell me not to.
Ohh.
Damn. Gracie called me.
She's sobbing. She's crying.
She couldn't catch her breath,
she thought she was dying.
I can't stand it when
she cries like that.
I called Kevin.
This whole thing is
scaring the shit out of me.
And pissing you off, apparently.
Yeah, you seem a
bit angry at her as well.
Angry? No, I'm not angry.
Fuck me.
What kind of mother gets
angry at her kid for crying?
Then Coop finds
out that I have a kid.
Yeah.
So she has a kid.
Yeah, that's... I mean...
I know. I'm not big on gossip,
but I mean, come on. Chopsticks?
Uh, no, thanks.
So she just told you this, huh?
No, I was being a dick.
Then she started yelling at me.
So I started yelling at her
about being on the phone,
and then she tells me.
Wow. Crazy.
This is wrong.
They gave me the wide noodles.
No, that... That's right.
You got chow fun.
That's chow fun.
Fuck. It is?
Yeah. Fuck.
Well, my day's ruined.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I guess... I don't know. I'm...
I think I make her
worse. I really do.
Whatever. There's tapping
and puffing and muttering and...
I think it's terrifying. Slow
down, eat your gnocchi.
Hell, I'm not a bad mother.
I think I'm a good mother.
You know, I try.
I don't know what it
is she's so afraid of,
what she's so anxious about.
All right, do you want me
to be a doctor or a friend?
Oh, please, for fuck's
sake, will you be my friend?
All right. It's not Grace
I'm worried about.
Excuse me.
There's no smoking.
Oh, forgive me,
Dr. O'Hara. Smoke away.
Seriously, we don't
know anything about her.
Maybe we shouldn't
even be talking about her.
She's a very private
person. Oh, clearly.
You wanna be
one of those doctors
that spreads rumors
about nurses?
That's a rough road
to go down, man.
Just keep it to yourself.
Don't be an asshole.
I'm not an asshole.
You're the only one I'm telling.
We're friends, man.
Why do you have to put
your feet up on everything?
Somebody is in here. Sorry.
Sorry.
Haven't had time
to go. I'm dying.
And don't worry, I didn't
see your wagutti or anything.
Zoey, you can't talk to
me while you're peeing.
You eaten anything today?
Yes. I had two Luna bars.
So...
I think that temp
is on something.
Like, a lot of
Valium or Halcion.
Zoey, you never
narc on another nurse
unless you are absolutely sure.
His pupils are
contracted, glassy,
and non-responsive to the
light I shined directly in his eye
after I rolled over his foot
with a large man on a gurney.
He didn't feel it.
Hmm.
Okay. Nice catch.
All right, I'll handle it.
Because I have
nothing else to do today.
Here, this will
make you feel better.
Follow me.
That nurse is fucked up,
and you brought him coffee?
Shh. Like you've
never seen that before.
Remember what's-her-name
from Lenox Hill?
Oh, the worst.
Yeah, whatever.
Why are you so
pissed? It's one day.
Addiction is a disease...
No, you know what?
Cancer is a disease.
What do you want
me to do, beat him up?
I just can't believe you
brought him coffee and not me.
You're jealous.
You bet your ass I
am, you big homo.
Hey.
Party in Mrs. Greenfield's room.
Dr. Cooper, this is
my other one, Melissa.
Cum laude from Villanova.
Oh, my God, Mom, stop.
And she does PR.
She's got a beautiful
singing voice.
Hi. I'm... I'm sorry.
You live in the city? Yeah.
Yeah, I live in Murray Hill.
It's a little
cookie-cutter, but I like it.
Do you also...? I'm sorry.
Do you have some actual
information for my mom
or are we all
moving in together?
Well, Mrs. Greenfield,
we're gonna have to
admit you. The scan showed
spots on your stomach
and a mass in your bowel,
which should be biopsied.
It might mean
exploratory surgery.
Somebody from Oncology
is gonna come down.
We'll talk about
what's happens next.
What does that mean?
Amy. Can you take a Xanax
and not get all freaked out?
Just one thing at a time, okay?
Someone from
Oncology will come down.
Okay, then, good luck.
Amy, knock it off. You
wanna cry, go outside.
It's just a little test.
Here you go.
Let me guess. This
gets dumped on you.
Yep.
Okay, talk to Laura in Oncology.
She's absolutely the best.
But do not write Oncology
or exploratory surgery
on any of the forms
that you fill out here.
It should all go to the
insurance company
of the guy who hit
your mother, okay?
It'll save you hours
of fighting your HMO.
Thank you. Bring some
blankets from home.
They're not gonna give her
any more than two. Okay?
Hey, can I get
reception in here?
Down the hall. I'll show you.
You don't have to walk me there.
So this might be
inappropriate, but, uh,
you seem like a
no-bullshit kind of girl.
Yeah.
Do you think your sister
would go out with me?
No, right?
No way?
Sure, you know,
you should ask her
right after my mom gets
out of exploratory surgery.
No, no, I'm not
a dick. Oh, great,
four bars.
Do you mind?
I don't know what
to do with him.
You're done.
What?
You have two choices: you
can walk out the door now,
or I send you up
to Employee Health,
where you'll pee in a cup.
Either way, I don't ever
wanna see you in my ER again.
I don't know what your
deal is. We don't do that here.
Takes one to know one.
What did you just say?
I didn't say anything.
Oh, man.
We were four short.
Had a rough day.
Boy, that's tough.
How's your kid?
Better now.
I'm sorry.
You wanna get a coffee?
Do you want to get
some coffee and talk?
Not tonight, but thanks.
I should have told
you. I'm sorry. I...
If you have any questions
or anything you wanna know, I...
It's okay, Jack.
You explain to me
when you're ready.
But until then, it's fine.
It is.
There's nothing else I
should know about, right?
I mean, you're not like nurse
by day, cat burglar by night?
Believe me,
my life is not that interesting.
♪ Oh, when the
saints Go marching in ♪
♪ Lord, how I want
to be In that number ♪
♪ Oh, when the
saints Go marching in ♪
I don't know. She
seems pretty good now.
Yeah, pretty good, I think.
I don't know.
Okay, and next
up, Jackie Peyton.
Yeah. No, no, not tonight.
I don't know, babe. Your
name's in the pitcher.
I think you gotta do it. Mm-mm.
Somebody put it in there.
Grace? Really?
Do you think I should? Yeah.
Hmm... All right.
Okay. Yay!
All right.
Thank you.
Okay.
♪ When this old world
Starts getting me down ♪
♪ And people are just too much ♪
♪ For me to face ♪
♪ I climb way up To
the top of the stairs ♪
♪ And all my cares just drift ♪
♪ Right into space ♪
♪ 'Cause on the roof
It's peaceful as can be ♪
♪ There the world below ♪
♪ Can't bother me ♪
♪ Let me tell you now ♪
♪ When I come home
Feelin' tired and beat ♪
♪ I go up where the air ♪
♪ Is fresh and sweet ♪
♪ I get far away From
the hustling crowds ♪
♪ And all that rat race noise ♪
♪ Down in the street ♪
♪ If this old world
Starts getting you down ♪
♪ There's room enough for two ♪
♪ Up on the roof ♪
Whose baby is this?
Think the girls are asleep?
Well, we can be quiet.
Go on, open it up.
Happy anniversary, babe.
It's been a year.
God, Eddie, I'm sorry. I'm
just not good at this stuff.
I had a fight with a man friend.
Guy friend.
Boyfriend?
Mom and Dad are here. What?
You're in trouble.
I believe your daughter Grace
is experiencing signs of
generalized anxiety disorder.
When I get nervous, I act out
with inappropriate
sexual touches. It's like...
It's like Tourette's. Xanax.
My life's a shambles.
That's a secret, by the way.
♪ Na, na, na, na, na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, Na, na, na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
This is better than the bus.
Okay, you have sprinkles
in your hair. Wow.
Yes, I do. All
right, messy girl.
It's time for you to walk.
You're a mess. Hold
on a second, sweetie.
Let me get your
face. I can't be late.
We do saints first
thing every morning.
Oh, yeah?
Yesterday was St. Lucy.
She plucked out her eyes,
but she could still see.
Then she died, but God gave
her prettier eyes in heaven.
That's a good story, sweetie.
Shit. Shoot.
Fiona, honey, I'm
sorry. You can't eat that.
I wasn't done. I
am sorry, sweetie.
There was a bug on it, okay?
There was a dead bug. I'm sorry.
And Mommy owes us a
dollar for her bad word.
Whoops.
God. All right.
I'm sorry. Let's go.
Jesus Christ.
Mommy. FIONA: Mommy.
You got your lunch?
Yeah.
You have your phone?
Only for emergencies,
not for texting.
Okay, baby, love you.
Bye. FIONA: Bye.
Have a good day.
Please stand clear
of the closing doors.
Been on his bathroom
floor for three days.
The temp's 103. Weak
and dehydrated upon arrival.
BP is low. Starting
him on fluids.
That's why you get the
free flu shot. Put him in 2.
Nope, there's no more
room at the inn, Mary.
Already?
We're completely
out of 2-by-2's.
You don't smoke in here.
No se puede fumar aquí.
Notification Trauma Room ETA...
We're four nurses short.
Well, you are. I'm fine.
This is the second time
this week. What the hell?
Budget cuts. Well's dry.
They had a fucking Zen
garden in their boardroom,
and I am four nurses short?
It's a plant. Whatever.
They suck.
I got you one temp.
It's the best I could do.
Discharge these.
Why do you have three wallets?
Honey, let... This... Let me. I
know where it is. Let me look.
Jesus, Alexandra,
this is really expired.
Oh, we need your
insurance card, ma'am.
We know. I'm looking.
This is Sam. He's
from St. Vincent's.
He's yours till 6 tonight.
If you need anything,
ask her, not me.
Good luck.
All right, you just press F8.
No, no, no.
F8. It's one key.
Okay, you know what? Here.
You discharge
these. I will do that.
Okay,
you having any dizziness,
Mrs. Greenfield? Are you blurry?
No. No, I can see
you very clearly.
You see, this town car
ran into me on the FDR
and it pushed me off the road.
I just wanna go
home and lie down.
Okay, you don't go home
and lie down after a head injury.
That's how people end
up dead on their couch.
Oh.
Okay, so I watched
this amazing program
about miotic pupils...
Well, it was about
the whole eyeball.
But still, did you know...?
Okay, we are four short,
which means I need you
to stick with every
patient I throw at you
and follow up with
them as if you are me.
So I'm on my own?
Yes, and stop smiling.
Last time you were on your own
you gave Dave the
addict six Percocet
for a nonexistent broken finger.
He cried every time
I made him bend it.
Zoey, drug seekers
come in here all the time.
You like pupils so much,
make sure you're checking them.
Oh, I will, believe me.
Because the pupil tells
you everything you need to...
I tell you everything
you need to know.
We are way too busy today
for you to be a pushover.
Okay, who in here
is in so much pain
they can't raise their arm?
Put them at the
bottom of the list.
The rest of you, we have
about a three-hour wait.
Ugh.
Drug seekers. Waste of time.
People.
See this?
This is what
we're talking about.
Oh, yeah.
Okay, the blood pressure
is 140 over 90. Is
it always that high?
You have a very
nice jaw line. My word.
Thank you.
So we're gonna wanna make sure
there's no fluid
in your abdomen.
Lord, I'm wearing Spanx.
We don't really need
to poke around, do we?
We're in a no-poke zone.
You're going in for a CAT
Scan. That seems a bit excessive.
Are you on any other medication,
Mrs. Greenfield, besides Boniva?
Yeah, um, a blood thinner,
Coumadin, Diovan
for blood pressure.
And last week she
had a reaction to some
ginkgo shit my
sister bought her.
That is not true.
Keep making that face
and that wrinkle is
gonna become permanent.
You can't use your
phone here. Oh. Sorry.
Doctor, it's fine.
It's just this cut.
Well, let's get you some
lidocaine and stitch it up.
Excuse me.
One hour, 10 patients.
Boom.
Okay, let's take a look.
Let's jump. Ooh.
Oh, it hurts when I sit up.
Okay, let's lay you back
down. Lay you back down.
There. Does that hurt?
Yes, yes, there.
Yes, please, stop.
Why didn't you tell
Dr. Cooper? Oh. He's busy.
I didn't wanna disturb him.
I'm getting a
scan. It'll be fine.
Mom, you should have
told him. He's a doctor.
Are you biting your nails again?
Any problems?
No.
Thank you, Sister.
Okay.
We're not sleeping here
again tonight, you little shit.
I'm not kidding.
I have something
that belongs to you.
Oh, Melissa.
You didn't need to leave work.
I got Amy's message,
and I couldn't get a cab.
Oh. Oh, my God, your head.
Oh. Look at you.
Is that a new dress?
Excuse me. My mother
has a gash on her head.
Are you a model?
Uh. Mo-Mo.
Can you please tell these
ladies where to get a cup of coffee
so I can finish
with their mother?
Oh. Okay. Um, I'll just wait
outside. Whatever mom wants.
I want you to stay
right next to me.
Oh, Melissa, when he comes
back, I want you to meet Dr. Cooper.
Amy, did you notice?
No ring.
Mom. Mo-Mo.
Yes, ma'am. This way, ladies.
I'll see you later.
"Bathed in
wheelchair in hallway."
"Bathed in
wheelchair in hallway."
What is this, a haiku?
Oh, I gave the
patient a bed bath.
And now he's sitting in a
wheelchair in the hallway.
Okay. Why don't
you write that down?
Page Dr. Cooper
for me now, please.
Attendings, pick up on 6854.
Here, okay? Great, thank you.
Now go wait over there
in the waiting room.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Turn that fucking
thing off. Follow me.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Ma'am, is there
anyone I can talk to?
It's been beeping
for half an hour.
Oh, that's about enough
of that, then, isn't it?
Okay. Has this young man
checked on you recently?
No, he hasn't.
And I can't swallow
all these pills
without a big glass of water.
I asked him for a
big glass of water.
That was CAT Scan.
They paged Coop
six times, no response.
It's Mrs. Greenfield.
If you see him,
we're supposed to send him up.
Sir, if you don't get
everything you need
in the next five minutes,
this man over here is
gonna pay you $50, okay?
Here, I need you to time him.
Oh, I know, I know I'm pretty,
but you just wasted 30
seconds staring at me.
On a scale of one to 10.
I don't know.
Ten being the most
painful. One being tolerable.
Don't exaggerate.
Tell the truth.
What are you really doing
here? What are you looking for?
He has a fractured fibula.
Get him to Ortho and
give him some Vicodin.
Have you taken any
medication today? Painkillers?
If I had any painkillers,
would I be in here
fucking crying?
Shit.
I have, like, two
more questions.
Okay, have a good one.
It's never real to me, you know.
No, you cannot leave.
No.
Bruce from Radiation gave
me two tickets to Wicked, row G.
I've never seen
it that close up.
I need you here.
You're cute when
you're ruining my life.
You want to jump in here maybe?
Check a few bags,
turn a few beds?
I don't jump in.
Can you give me half an hour
so I can eat something, please?
Agh. What are you, 7?
Don't grab. Why is
everyone looking for me?
CT paged you six
times for Mrs. Greenfield.
I paged you three times.
She had negative
labs and ultrasound.
I stitched her and got her
a scan. Get off my back.
I'm not even asking
where you were
or why you can't follow
a simple instruction
like keeping your pager
on during the workday. W...
It's a new technique
for the inappropriate
sexual touch.
I have an idea. Take
your hand, put it like this.
And then you put it like this,
and you answer
your fucking pager.
I... Oh, Christ.
Honey?
Mommy, I... I...
I can't breathe.
No, sweetie, just
relax. Hold on.
If you are talking to me,
it means you can breathe.
So I'm an asshole
and you're always right?
Can you come get
me? It's okay, Grace.
It's an emergency.
Your tough-love act might
work with patients, not me.
Don't push me
around, Jackie. Fine.
It's an emergency.
No, no, sweetie... You're
on the phone. Oh, no.
When there are these patients
that need you to save them
from my horrible judgment.
Shut the fuck up. It's my kid.
I... You have a kid? No,
sweetie. I'm right here.
Of course I will stay on
the phone with you, honey.
I can't.
Sweetie, honey, please
stop crying, please.
You're okay.
Do not walk away from me.
You were scaring me a little.
So yes, I have a kid.
That is my private life, and
I wanna keep it that way.
All right, Jackie, fine.
I won't say anything.
Yeah, right, I'm sorry.
I realize you're the kind
who's above gossiping.
I knew that the
second I met you.
I swear I won't.
Yeah, you swear.
Hand to God to
tit. You know what?
Fuck off, Jackie. Fuck off.
I'm not gonna say anything
about your secret kid.
My moms didn't put me
through medical school
just so I could stand around
and talk shit about nurses.
I don't give a fuck
about your life.
It's not that interesting.
I'm a doctor, okay?
I'm a fucking doctor.
Hey.
Hey, Kevin, hi.
Grace had a panic
attack at school.
What? Shit.
You gotta go there
and pick her up. I know...
Okay, babe, all
right. I'm gonna go.
I mean it. You gotta
go right now, okay?
You're supposed to wait
for transport to move him.
I can do it myself.
Well, smell you, Nancy Drew.
Oh, my God. Are you okay?
What?
I just rolled a huge
man over your foot.
Didn't that kill?
Uhh... No.
Flashlight tag. You're it.
Thanks for meeting me.
And on my day off, no
less. I am marvelous.
I've ordered for us.
Great, thank you.
I could have met you
at work, you know?
Oh, my God. No, please, I
had to get out of that place.
I was going batshit.
We are four nurses short.
And then Grace
freaked out at school.
Oh, my word.
That calls for a
cigarette. Don't...
Please don't tempt me.
They let you smoke in here?
They're too afraid of
me to tell me not to.
Ohh.
Damn. Gracie called me.
She's sobbing. She's crying.
She couldn't catch her breath,
she thought she was dying.
I can't stand it when
she cries like that.
I called Kevin.
This whole thing is
scaring the shit out of me.
And pissing you off, apparently.
Yeah, you seem a
bit angry at her as well.
Angry? No, I'm not angry.
Fuck me.
What kind of mother gets
angry at her kid for crying?
Then Coop finds
out that I have a kid.
Yeah.
So she has a kid.
Yeah, that's... I mean...
I know. I'm not big on gossip,
but I mean, come on. Chopsticks?
Uh, no, thanks.
So she just told you this, huh?
No, I was being a dick.
Then she started yelling at me.
So I started yelling at her
about being on the phone,
and then she tells me.
Wow. Crazy.
This is wrong.
They gave me the wide noodles.
No, that... That's right.
You got chow fun.
That's chow fun.
Fuck. It is?
Yeah. Fuck.
Well, my day's ruined.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I guess... I don't know. I'm...
I think I make her
worse. I really do.
Whatever. There's tapping
and puffing and muttering and...
I think it's terrifying. Slow
down, eat your gnocchi.
Hell, I'm not a bad mother.
I think I'm a good mother.
You know, I try.
I don't know what it
is she's so afraid of,
what she's so anxious about.
All right, do you want me
to be a doctor or a friend?
Oh, please, for fuck's
sake, will you be my friend?
All right. It's not Grace
I'm worried about.
Excuse me.
There's no smoking.
Oh, forgive me,
Dr. O'Hara. Smoke away.
Seriously, we don't
know anything about her.
Maybe we shouldn't
even be talking about her.
She's a very private
person. Oh, clearly.
You wanna be
one of those doctors
that spreads rumors
about nurses?
That's a rough road
to go down, man.
Just keep it to yourself.
Don't be an asshole.
I'm not an asshole.
You're the only one I'm telling.
We're friends, man.
Why do you have to put
your feet up on everything?
Somebody is in here. Sorry.
Sorry.
Haven't had time
to go. I'm dying.
And don't worry, I didn't
see your wagutti or anything.
Zoey, you can't talk to
me while you're peeing.
You eaten anything today?
Yes. I had two Luna bars.
So...
I think that temp
is on something.
Like, a lot of
Valium or Halcion.
Zoey, you never
narc on another nurse
unless you are absolutely sure.
His pupils are
contracted, glassy,
and non-responsive to the
light I shined directly in his eye
after I rolled over his foot
with a large man on a gurney.
He didn't feel it.
Hmm.
Okay. Nice catch.
All right, I'll handle it.
Because I have
nothing else to do today.
Here, this will
make you feel better.
Follow me.
That nurse is fucked up,
and you brought him coffee?
Shh. Like you've
never seen that before.
Remember what's-her-name
from Lenox Hill?
Oh, the worst.
Yeah, whatever.
Why are you so
pissed? It's one day.
Addiction is a disease...
No, you know what?
Cancer is a disease.
What do you want
me to do, beat him up?
I just can't believe you
brought him coffee and not me.
You're jealous.
You bet your ass I
am, you big homo.
Hey.
Party in Mrs. Greenfield's room.
Dr. Cooper, this is
my other one, Melissa.
Cum laude from Villanova.
Oh, my God, Mom, stop.
And she does PR.
She's got a beautiful
singing voice.
Hi. I'm... I'm sorry.
You live in the city? Yeah.
Yeah, I live in Murray Hill.
It's a little
cookie-cutter, but I like it.
Do you also...? I'm sorry.
Do you have some actual
information for my mom
or are we all
moving in together?
Well, Mrs. Greenfield,
we're gonna have to
admit you. The scan showed
spots on your stomach
and a mass in your bowel,
which should be biopsied.
It might mean
exploratory surgery.
Somebody from Oncology
is gonna come down.
We'll talk about
what's happens next.
What does that mean?
Amy. Can you take a Xanax
and not get all freaked out?
Just one thing at a time, okay?
Someone from
Oncology will come down.
Okay, then, good luck.
Amy, knock it off. You
wanna cry, go outside.
It's just a little test.
Here you go.
Let me guess. This
gets dumped on you.
Yep.
Okay, talk to Laura in Oncology.
She's absolutely the best.
But do not write Oncology
or exploratory surgery
on any of the forms
that you fill out here.
It should all go to the
insurance company
of the guy who hit
your mother, okay?
It'll save you hours
of fighting your HMO.
Thank you. Bring some
blankets from home.
They're not gonna give her
any more than two. Okay?
Hey, can I get
reception in here?
Down the hall. I'll show you.
You don't have to walk me there.
So this might be
inappropriate, but, uh,
you seem like a
no-bullshit kind of girl.
Yeah.
Do you think your sister
would go out with me?
No, right?
No way?
Sure, you know,
you should ask her
right after my mom gets
out of exploratory surgery.
No, no, I'm not
a dick. Oh, great,
four bars.
Do you mind?
I don't know what
to do with him.
You're done.
What?
You have two choices: you
can walk out the door now,
or I send you up
to Employee Health,
where you'll pee in a cup.
Either way, I don't ever
wanna see you in my ER again.
I don't know what your
deal is. We don't do that here.
Takes one to know one.
What did you just say?
I didn't say anything.
Oh, man.
We were four short.
Had a rough day.
Boy, that's tough.
How's your kid?
Better now.
I'm sorry.
You wanna get a coffee?
Do you want to get
some coffee and talk?
Not tonight, but thanks.
I should have told
you. I'm sorry. I...
If you have any questions
or anything you wanna know, I...
It's okay, Jack.
You explain to me
when you're ready.
But until then, it's fine.
It is.
There's nothing else I
should know about, right?
I mean, you're not like nurse
by day, cat burglar by night?
Believe me,
my life is not that interesting.
♪ Oh, when the
saints Go marching in ♪
♪ Lord, how I want
to be In that number ♪
♪ Oh, when the
saints Go marching in ♪
I don't know. She
seems pretty good now.
Yeah, pretty good, I think.
I don't know.
Okay, and next
up, Jackie Peyton.
Yeah. No, no, not tonight.
I don't know, babe. Your
name's in the pitcher.
I think you gotta do it. Mm-mm.
Somebody put it in there.
Grace? Really?
Do you think I should? Yeah.
Hmm... All right.
Okay. Yay!
All right.
Thank you.
Okay.
♪ When this old world
Starts getting me down ♪
♪ And people are just too much ♪
♪ For me to face ♪
♪ I climb way up To
the top of the stairs ♪
♪ And all my cares just drift ♪
♪ Right into space ♪
♪ 'Cause on the roof
It's peaceful as can be ♪
♪ There the world below ♪
♪ Can't bother me ♪
♪ Let me tell you now ♪
♪ When I come home
Feelin' tired and beat ♪
♪ I go up where the air ♪
♪ Is fresh and sweet ♪
♪ I get far away From
the hustling crowds ♪
♪ And all that rat race noise ♪
♪ Down in the street ♪
♪ If this old world
Starts getting you down ♪
♪ There's room enough for two ♪
♪ Up on the roof ♪