Nurse Jackie (2009–2015): Season 2, Episode 7 - Silly String - full transcript

Previously on Nurse Jackie...

You know this is pretend, right?

How long do I get to keep it on?

I shouldn't talk about my kids.

How about Kevin?
What's he up to?

You guys hanging out, it's
very cute, but it's gotta stop.

I'm on the list of the top
25 docs in all Manhattan.

We want to launch
a citywide campaign

featuring you as
the face of All Saints.

When I get nervous, I act out
with inappropriate sexual touches.

It's like Tourette's.



She's leaving Gaza to
take a desk in Washington.

Really? You know Sarah Khouri?

God, I could not love her more.

You said you'd call.

I lied.

I think I'm pregnant.

Wow.

Bleeding!

What the hell? What?

You told me to stop seeing
him. I never said I would.

You lie to me again,
I tell him everything.

I see. So you just got the
whole thing figured out then?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Oh, God, you know what?
This stuff smells toxic.



I'm sorry, it just... It does.

No, I got it.

Never again. Let's just clean
up so you can get to work.

Stop it. Mommy!

I'm gonna get you.
I'm gonna get you!

All right, all right, honey,
come on. Stop, go inside.

Go in the other room,
play with your sister.

Give me that. You,
behave. Get a beer.

Need a hand with anything?

No, no, we got it. Thanks.

Whew!

That mac and
cheese was delicious.

Could have eaten four bowls.

The best lunch
I've had in weeks.

Really, honey? You couldn't
be just a little bit nicer?

What are you talking
about? I was nice.

I'm just saying.

Okay, have you been to

Egypt?

Four times.

Really?

Catch me, catch me!

Stop it. I'm talking.

You went four times?

She's been everywhere
at least four times.

Look, if you want to
drop out of high school

and just travel the world,

you'll end up way smarter
than all those other stupid kids.

I'm not in high school.
I'm in fifth grade.

Really?

Come on.

Come on!

Don't run so fast.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Daddy! Mom!

Mommy! Daddy!

Ooh. Let's have a
look. Let's have a look.

Ooh.

I see... Oh, sweetie, okay.

Let me see. Goodness gracious.

Put this right here.
Let's go into the kitchen.

No, I'll get the car.

We're going to urgent
care, not the kitchen.

The quicker we deal with it, the
smaller the scar. It's all right, sweetie.

Upstairs under the
bathroom sink is my stuff.

Got it. Okay, you're
all right, sweetie.

I got you. I got you.

Is she gonna have a scar?

No way. Come on. Let's go watch.

Okay, so what do you think?

Mmm.

Three stitches
should do the trick.

Make sure the vermilion
border heals nicely.

Okay, Lidocaine, please.

Pen, please.

Right.

Come here, you.

Sweetie, I'm gonna put
some numbing stuff on, okay?

"Real blood." Marvelous.

It's all right.

You show that
to all your friends,

because you're not scared
at all, are you, darling?

No.

And it's been a bloody
afternoon, here in Queens.

But residents seem optimistic

that everything will
soon return to utter chaos.

Why don't you
lean against Daddy?

He'll help you hold
still, okay, sweetie?

So, next weekend we'll take
Fiona's tonsils out on the porch?

You're welcome.

Dinner later?

There's at least two
places I want to go,

so we might have
to eat at both of them.

Mmm. And a third for pudding.

Pudding, huh?

I can't listen to every single
voicemail that you leave me.

Sweetie, what am
I supposed to do?

Are you praying?

What? No. Why?

Um, because your lips are
moving and you're wearing a cross.

Yeah.

I made a deal with God
that if I wasn't pregnant,

I would make some serious
changes in my life and my work.

And my appearance. And
I move my lips when I read.

What up?

Is your face different?

I trimmed my goatee.

Mmm. Looks good.

Whoa.

That was... That
was something, right?

That was some heat.

And she's definitely
not pregnant.

You've got a shot, man.

Exam one. Move her gently
and efficiently or I will kill you.

Both of you, now. Libby Sussman.

Hello? Hello?

Oh, my God, that's Libby.

Sussman!

Hello? The Sussman Foundation.

The Sussman
Cardiovascular Institute.

The Sussman Surgical Theater.

Do you read any of the
plaques around here?

You said Sussman like 12 times.

Do you remember feeling dizzy
or nauseated before you collapsed?

I remember being at the Waldorf,

about to bid 25 grand on dinner
at Per Se, and now I'm here.

Do you remember whether or not

the Sussman
Foundation has decided

to increase its endowment to
include the improvements in the ER?

Gloria, Gloria, the
funding is coming.

You're much more attractive
when you're not asking for things.

Do you mind warming your
hands before you handle me?

You know, Dr. O'Hara
is from Britain.

Yes, I'm from the
whole of Britain.

Are you still feeling
light-headed, Mrs. Sussman?

Yes, I am a little. I think it's
from all the talking and touching.

Well, good news is all signs
point to Vasovagal syncope.

Simple fainting spell,

but we'll run a few tests
just to be on the safe side.

EKG and a chest
X-ray for starters.

Check it out!

I heard there was
another celebrity in the ER.

Look at him. He's ridiculous.

Head injury? Nope.

You look like one of my
grandson's action figures.

I've always had good posture.

Really, I'm a real doctor.

No, no, no. Get me
somebody else, please.

Yes, Mrs. Sussman,
that'll be me.

Really?

Oh, hi. Can you sign
off on a patient for me?

I don't know, can I? Am
I real enough for you?

Well, okay, I mean,

maybe you're not
the realest person

I've ever met in my entire life.

But I think that compared to
most people on posters, you...

Didn't want an honest answer.

Are you Zoey?

Um... You're Sarah Khouri.

Why do you know my name?

Ellie is my... Dr. O'Hara.

You know Dr. O'Hara? Oh, my God.

Dr. O'Hara talks about
me outside of work?

She does.

Are you two, like, best friends?

That's what we
told my Uncle Henry.

Oh. Oh.

God.

It's like I can't see gayness
or something. It's so annoying.

Not that you're gay.
Not that you're not.

I got bit by a brown recluse
spider in Arizona... Whoa.

Two weeks ago.

Yeah, has anybody seen that?

I went to the ER in Phoenix,

but the nurses were
just too tan and friendly.

So you want me to treat
you because I'm pale?

I don't want you to admit me

because I can't possibly
sit around here all day.

And Ellie tells me that
you're the kind of girl

who gets in there
and gets the job done.

This would be off
the record, right?

Exactly.

Fine.

Meet me at the end of
my shift in the bathroom.

I'll get what you need.
But we gotta be cool.

By funding a dedicated
chest-imaging system in the ER,

we could create
cost-effective ways

to deal with our
increased patient load.

I could take a million from the
children's wing and help out the ER,

but why don't we just see how
the rest of the night goes, shall we?

We could discuss these
plans over sandwiches.

I'll run to the deli.

The budget cuts are
really getting to her.

Do you really have
to take all that?

I never take more
than I can use.

Oh, uh...

Before you leave, would
you hand me my purse?

Mrs. Sussman, I promise you we're
gonna take very good care of you,

but the snapping
and the fetching,

it's gonna be a problem.

Mmm-hmm.

Oh!

Can you help me with this?

Thank you.

I'm in Tehran. Yes, right now.

No, yeah, sure, fine.

Baby, I leave you pretty
fucking interesting messages,

so, of course,
you listen to mine.

Jackie, um, would you tell Ellie

that I'll pick her up
after her shift for dinner?

Work crisis. Sure.

Hey.

.Hey, are you free tonight?

I can't talk. Call you back?

Oh, she's calling me back.

Are we doing this now? No, I
don't know what we're doing.

Right now I am working.

Don't break that.

I got a whole bag in my office.

Oh, hi, Sarah Khouri.

Yes, I have the
antibiotics that I stole,

but I can't administer them.

Because I have no idea
where the frigging syringes are.

Sam, can you come
in here, please?

This room needs
to stay organized.

Like container-store organized.

Because, if I can't
find 19-gauge needles

when we need
them, we are screwed.

Where are the 19-gauge needles?

They're right here, in the bin
marked "Tongue Depressors."

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Clean this place up.

Oh, my God, I'm
totally freaking out.

Do you have a minute to, like,

listen to me talk about
boys and not judge?

Okay, so it was three weeks...
No, it was four weeks ago.

No, it was three weeks... Earlier
than four weeks when I thought

was the first time
I talked to him...

She said she would
meet you after your shift.

She say anything else?

To me? No, she was on the phone.

Although, if I didn't
know any better

I would have sworn she
was on the phone with you.

Yeah, well, one in every port.

I'm just saying.

Well, yeah, I know. I know.

Zoey?

Can you take Mrs. Anderson
outside to wait for her cab?

Absolutely. Let me
just wash my hands.

Okay, I have to get a
cab. I'll be right back.

If someone comes
in, just tell them

you're here to go
to the bathroom.

Hey!

What are you doing later?

It's safer if you don't know.

Oh. Yeah, because you are looking
pretty dangerous in those scrubs.

Last week I
thought I'd be living

in my parents' rec
room with a newborn,

so I'm feeling like I should
grab everything by the balls.

But it's confusing because I
don't think I'm really a ball grabber.

I don't know.

Why are you listening?
What do you want?

I just want to take
you out to dinner.

We could, like, get some
enchiladas and chill or...

Uh, fine, maybe.

Can you wait with
her till her cab comes?

I've got some
shit to take care of.

Oh, sure.

"Fine, maybe."

Okay, you can't
jerk your arm back

or we won't be able to help you.

It hurts.

You know what hurts?

Having my authority called into
question because of my looks.

What's your opinion?

Just cut it off.
Cut my finger off.

Again, it's not appropriate.

Come on, I'm asking
you for your opinion.

Attractive man
to attractive man.

Okay. Honestly, I
think you should smile

and tell people to
go fuck themselves.

So I should say something.

All right, chief, next time you
get a manicure, do what I do.

BYO cuticle clippers.

Gotcha.

What?

Really, Zoey, what the hell?

I'm going to the bathroom.
I have a bladder infection.

You are a terrible liar.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Oh, shit.

You know it all, don't you?

She has a brown recluse
spider bite that's gone untreated.

There is blistering and
the initial indications

of skin death around the mark.

She didn't want
to be admitted, so I

pinched two 19-gauge needles

and some Augmentin
from the supply closet.

Get out of here.

Well, I can give you two shots

in one cheek and
you'll be sitting funny,

or I can give you a
shot in each cheek

and you won't be sitting at all.

Surprise me.

Look, I've been in the States

for just over two weeks
with someone else.

And I didn't want to have
to tell Ellie that I'd been here

and not called her right away.

Didn't want the questions.

I know, the questions would
make you feel awful. I get it.

I really do get it.

She knows.

She maybe doesn't talk
about it, but this is what we do.

This might be what you do.

As if she isn't running around
with some boy half her age?

Okay, she's my friend.

Are you ready for this?

Mmm.

Fuck! Fuck!

You okay?

Oh, God, that hurt.

It knocks the wind out of you.

One more and you are done.

It's not like I don't love her.

I know.

Are you ready?

Nah.

Okay, go ahead.

I'm tired of people
walking in and out of here.

Don't you knock?

No, we don't.

But we will be discharging
you in just a few minutes.

Oh! How wonderful.

Would somebody call my driver

and tell him to pick me up here?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Sussman,
that's not my job.

Who says?

I'm sorry, but I need
to say something.

I am a doctor. And
I am good-looking.

But there is no amount of money

that gives you the
right to come in here

and discredit me in front of
the people that I work with.

Who the hell do
you think you are?

I don't know who you are.

And I realize there are
institutions like All Saints

that put people
like you on a poster

and make you feel
important, but you're not.

Because it's people like me

who make doctors like
you worthwhile at all.

There are parts of this hospital

that wouldn't exist
without my support.

I built them up like that and I
can tear you down just as easily,

you silly little runt.

Oh, Jesus, God, Dr. Cooper.

Take your hands off me.

I wish that I could.

Gloria, do you see this?

Not one dime. Not
one fucking dime.

Let me get this straight.
You've done this before.

To her? JACKIE: Yes, he did.

But to his credit, he's
never grabbed a patient.

You know, before this.

Do you know what will happen
if Libby pulls her funding?

If she doesn't allocate
anything to the ER

because of this, we're screwed!

We are completely screwed!

Okay, we can fix this.

Here, have a sandwich.

It may be your last.

Maybe I should... No.

Need help!

She's stroking out.

A fucking bleed? You
have got to be kidding me.

We ran every test, right?
Did we miss something?

Fine motor problems? Slurring?

Nothing. Don't just stand
there. Take over compressions.

I don't think I should go
anywhere near her chest.

Do your job.

Go. Here.

Go, get the pads.

The events leading up to
her death were unavoidable.

And it is our responsibility
to carry out her dying wish,

to take $1 billion from
the children's wing

and give it to the ER, right?

We all heard that, right?

Right?

Hey. EDDIE: .Hey.

So listen, I need some time

to figure out if you
are the love of my life,

or a pathological liar.

And I don't think that
seeing you is going to help.

Well, you keep moving the target

so I don't know what you expect.

What?

First, you're single,

then you're a single mother,

then you're married
with two kids.

Half the time I'm with you I
don't know what the fuck to think.

You don't want me to
get too close, do you?

No, I do. I just... I
need to take a breath.

Well, listen, take a couple.

Just don't think I'm, you know,

sitting at home
waiting by the phone.

Yeah, where are you now?

Home.

Frank, no, pick us up on
the south side of the street.

Yeah, no, south.

Killer, we're right
outside the hospital!

Look, forget it,
let's just get a cab.

Fine. You know
what? Go without me.

Baby, I'm so glad you waited up.

I love it.

We used to do this all the time.

I'd stay up for you, you'd
stay up for me, we'd talk.

Remember that?

Sure. Sure do.

I'm serious. We
don't do that anymore.

I know, I know. We
can do it right now.

Boy, that was a great party.

Cake, great cake.

Yes, great cake.

What, you want to talk? That's
fine. All right, we'll talk. Go ahead.

Stop checking
things off your list.

I'm not something
for you to get done.

Wow. Jesus, Kev.

You know why we
had great cake, Jackie?

Because while you were
working, I went out and got it.

I know that, Kevin. I work. I
appreciate you going out...

No, what you appreciate is
people doing whatever you want

and not getting in your way.

You want to stitch up
our kid in the kitchen?

Go ahead. And I don't give a
fuck if your friend is a doctor.

When I say I want to take our
daughter to the hospital, I mean it!

I know you mean it, Kevin...

You don't listen to
a fucking thing I say!

"Get in the car, go to urgent
care! Take an extra day off."

It's like I'm white noise between
you and wherever you're going.

Wait a second, Kevin. I have
taken more time off in the last month

than I have in
the past two years.

And that makes up for what?

What is it I'm
making up for, Kevin?

You've taken five days
off in the last two years.

Is that enough?

Enough for what? What the fuck?

It doesn't even matter because
most of the time when you're home

you're not here. I mean,
yeah, you're standing here,

but you're a million miles away.

I don't know where
the fuck you go!

I'm doing the best I can, Kevin!

I go to work, I work really hard
and then I come home, okay?

I always fucking come
home. I always come home.

You always come home and then
you pretend like you didn't miss anything.

And then you run
around and try and fix shit.

You become a shitstorm
of "Fix it! Fix it! Fix it!"

That's the last
thing Gracie needs.

Gracie? Who said
anything about Gracie?

You're not going to fucking
put this on me. Fuck you, Kevin.

I don't make her
anxious. I'm here.

Of course you're here. Where
the hell else you gonna be?

At a concert? At
a fucking class?

Reading a book somewhere?
No, this is where you are!

This is where you were. This
is where you're always gonna be

because you're a
fucking bartender!

You have no idea
what my life is like!

You have no idea what
it feels like to be me!

Can I get a cup of coffee and a
piece of chocolate pie, please?

Thank you.