Previsously...
I got into nursing because I want to help people.
- Mom and dad are here. - What?
You're in trouble.
- Maybe private school. - That might be extreme,
and expensive.
When I get nervous I act out with inappropriate sexual touches.
It's like... Tourette's.
- For the pain. - Thank you.
I was nude. Roy dove for my scrotum.
Yeah, the cat did that.
Subtitles: Dont Mess with the Nurse Team
So I was thinking maybe Immaculate Virgin.
They're got these adorable uniforms. I've seen them.
They have a huge library.
The nuns there whack your knuckles with wooden rulers.
Honey, that is not true.
I'd whack them back.
No, baby. Trust me.
- You don't want to whack a nun. - Nobody whacks anybody's anymore.
That's corporal punishment, hasn't been legal since...
- I don't know. - I don't know.
What's "purple punishment"?
Corporal punishment.
It means they can hit you,
but they don't do it unless it's for your own good.
- They hit me. - It must've been for your own good.
- Finish your food, please. - If Grace goes, I want to go.
Honey, if you go to Immaculate Virgin, who's gonna play the sunflower
in the "What's so great about mother earth" pageant?
Yeah, I forgot.
It's not dirty. It's just crumpled.
Thanks.
You know, with the lung cancer,
- maybe you shouldn't be smoking. - I know. It'll kill me.
In 10 days,
two weeks, maybe three,
if my shitty luck holds up.
God, Paula, I'm so sorry.
After all our years working together
in this crappy so-called place of healing,
I can't believe how fucking civil you still are.
The feeling is mutual.
I've always been a bitch on wheels,
and we both know it.
How are you doing?
That prick Singer in oncology
told me that as of today I am out of options
and I should check into hospice for palliative care.
Palliative care my ass.
The thing is,
I want to go out
a little sooner rather than later,
with a shred of dignity intact.
If I check into hospice, I'll just lie there till I'm dead.
I'm up to my tits in tragedy.
I know how the story ends.
So I want to go out
with a little help from my friends.
My God, they still let you work here?
You look like warmed-over shit on toast.
At least I have a halfway decent excuse.
Don't mess with me. I'm an RN now.
Well, you'll always be an lPN. as far as I'm concerned.
I have both certifications. What do you have?
Cancer, you big queen.
Guys.
Some people are just too mean to live.
- Are you a patient or a nurse? - I'm both.
So is bed 5 still doing its magic?
- I don't know. What magic? - Bed 5's famous for people dying in it.
They check in, but they don't check out.
Sounds good to me.
Hello, nurse Korsenowski.
Sounds like a disease. You know that, right?
"I got Akalitis."
- Are you visiting? - No, I'm just passing through.
We're waiting for a bed up in hospice.
- I'm sorry to hear that. - And I want you to know I forgive you
for all your years of shitty treatment.
I'm speaking personally, of course.
If there's anything I can do to expedite matters upstairs, just let me know,
even if I have to pull somebody else's plug to make room.
What a cunt.
Holy shit.
- A friend of yours? - Yeah, a nurse I worked with
for, like, 15 years, something like that.
She left here about a year ago... Cancer.
I can see that.
Where is she now?
The nurses' station, giving Akalitis shit.
Nice.
Hard for you.
You don't know the half of it.
Are you gonna do it?
She would do it for me.
- Do you want my help? - No.
Okay then.
- Well, I'm here if you need me. - I know. Thank you.
I know, private moment. I'm sorry.
No, mom, it's me Fiona. Hello.
- Hello. Why are we whispering? - Because I'm supposed to be asleep.
- Don't tell dad. - Okay, it's our secret.
I'm wearing my sunflower costume as my pajamas, okay?
That's OK, my love.
Okay, bye.
Fi, wait. Honey, don't hang up.
What have we got?
When we picked her up, she was complaining.
- My god, what are you doing here? - Good.
Pain... my stomach.
Severe upper-abdominal pain radiating through her back
and up the right shoulder. It looks like it's her gall bladder.
It's probably nothing, but you know Leslie... She made me come.
Just have a look.
I'll take some tums and then I'll get out of your hair.
Mom, you know I can't treat you. It's against the rules.
I am your mother. I gave birth to you.
I put you through medical school. You can at least have a look.
- Don't be such a baby, Fitch. - Really, mom,
I can't treat you. I could get into a lot of trouble.
I haven't seen your stomach since I was a kid.
It's her gall bladder.
- You're hurting my mother. - I'm a doctor, you ninny.
Don't call my son a ninny.
- Put her in room 3. - Thank you.
I want you.
She insisted on coming here instead of Lenox Hill.
I'm sorry.
Don't worry, mom. We're taking good care of her.
You have two mothers?
Yeah, I have two moms.
Bravo, Dr. Cooper.
God, sweetie, you look like a pincushion.
I'm gonna try the other side.
Can I get you something to drink?
Crushed ice with a hemlock chaser, please.
Shouldn't someone call up to hospice?
I'm not going to hospice, Pippi Longstocking.
Why not?
Yeah, like I need more sad shit in my life.
Sure, put me in a room full of death.
You're sweet for asking, though.
Christ.
Can you get her some crushed ice, please?
Is that cat-paw guy?
He did it to me again.
Your cat? How did he do that?
He hit the switch for the garbage disposal
while I was trying to fish a fork out of it.
Looks like you're gonna need more than stitches this time.
I'm waiting for the vascular surgeon
and someone from plastics, whatever the fuck that means.
Cat-paw guy? Let me guess, you were naked,
cat sees your nads swinging in the breeze,
and being a cat, he pounces.
- You told her. - No, not me.
Cats are cats.
And you're not the first guy it happened to.
When I worked here,
a guy came in with one of his nuts in a baggie.
A cat went apeshit on him.
Who is she?
He needs to kill that cat.
You'd better not care more about that old nurse than you do about me.
Oh shit...
I'm gonna need five times as much.
- You know, it's better if you leave. - Nonsense.
Nothing's better if I leave.
Does this hurt worse when I press it or when I stop?
- Both. - Let's put her on I.V. antibiotics
and call up to surgery. We need to get her into an O.R.
It's not that big of a deal.
They'll make an incision, clear the hepatobiliary triangle,
clip the cystic duct and artery, and separate the gall bladder
from the liver bed. You'll be out in an hour.
Did you honestly need to tell her all of that?
I like to know everything before it happens.
She's impossible to watch movies with.
Will you please allow my son to assist
in the opening of my abdominal wall?
Fine,
just as long as he doesn't touch anything.
- Can I see it? - Why, do you think
- she want to take it in a doggie bag? - Do you have a jar?
- Shit, her B.P. is dropping. - Let's get her B.P. up
and get the fluids in her. I mean R.F.N.
Right Fucking Now.
There's a good boy.
Doctor,
can I have a minute of your time, please?
Certainly.
Walk with me.
Or we can stay here.
I sense that Jackie
is going through something.
And as her protégée,
I think it's my duty to be there to support her.
Darling, your instincts are spot on.
I thought so too.
And not to take anything away from your friendship with Jackie...
Of course not.
You're a doctor.
She and I are both nurses
in the trenches together, you know.
I want her to know
that I'm here for her.
And...
I think she's afraid to cry.
Darling, you are absolutely right.
What Jackie needs right now
is mountains of hugs.
Especially from you.
I'll give you a little tip. She's gonna want to run,
but don't you let her.
She needs you, Zoey,
Now more than ever.
You guys.
Thank you, A.J.
That feels so good.
You actually have beautiful feet.
My ex-husband thought so too.
Someone married you?
Don't get excited. He divorced me too.
That was 20 years I pissed away.
What a needy piece of shit.
Weak, very weak. Who needs it?
What's his name?
Harry,
which is pretty fucking funny for a bald guy.
Want me to call him?
Hell no.
He lives in Philly with some fat girl now.
Worships the ground he walks on.
Idiot.
I got some subway tokens. Here, you take 'em.
How old is that purse?
They got rid of tokens, like, seven years ago.
Take 'em.
Fine.
Excuse me. You're welcome.
Isn't a foot massage thank you enough?
It feels so good,
even though my lungs feel like they're filled with razorblades,
and I'm really craving a cigarette.
Holy Christ.
Who do I give these to?
- What are they for? - My apartment.
You got anything good?
It's all shit.
- How are you feeling? - Like I'm dying.
And every time I see you,
I'm reminded what a slow and agonizing process it is.
What is she doing here?
They're getting her bed ready up in hospice.
Hey, Akalitis, I got something in here for you.
I tried to change my name to yours in fifth grade, remember?
I think I do remember that.
You were always such a funny kid.
Funny ha-ha?
No, more like...
funny what-planet-is-this-kid-from?
Why on earth would you want to change your name?
So I could switch homerooms.
All the "a" though "k" kids made fun of me
for my Tourette's and O.C.D.
and lesbian moms.
Really, Fitch,
do you honestly think that the...
"l" through "z" kids would have been any nicer?
Probably not.
"Paging Dr. Shinehorn. Dr. Shinehorn to the O.R.,"
Right?
- Doesn't it have a nice ring to it? - No, Cooper's a much better name.
But I liked you better.
Stop.
What? I did.
I taught you how to drive a stick.
I... let you stay up late. So what?
You were the better cook.
You sewed all my buttons back on.
You took me to Duran Duran.
I loved you more.
Embrace it.
The reason I was...
more fun...
is because she wanted us to bond,
so she gave me all the fun stuff.
That's all. She gets the credit, not me.
And you know what? It worked.
Here we are.
Voila.
Paging Dr. Shinehorn.
- Dr. Shinehorn to the O.R. - Hello.
Hey, look who's up.
Did they get it all?
All out. All gone.
And where is the little fucker?
Right there.
For all the pain,
it sure as hell doesn't look like much.
You know that's the exact same thing I said
when they cut the cord and put you in my arms.
Thank you for sitting with me.
Okay, so...
right before we stabilize Coop's vagina mom,
he grabs my tit.
"Vagina mom." Should I even ask?
Apparently, Coop's got two mothers.
Vagina mom is the one that actually gave birth to him,
as opposed to putting him in a sack and tossing him in the sea,
and the other one... is the other one...
{\- Eddie. - Hey.}
I heard you were passing through, so to speak.
I stopped by to pay my respects
and...
say that...
Via con dios?
Bon voyage?
Either one of those, I guess.
Eddie's a decent guy.
He was my pipeline to Percocet after my hysterectomy.
I always thought he was so cute.
Seriously? He gave you extra pills here?
Anything I wanted.
There was one time when I ran out of my refills for Vicodin.
And he got...Who are you gonna go to? He's the pharmacist, right?
I'm gonna get you some more ice, okay?
Screw the ice.
I think it's time for a toast.
It's time.
Are you okay?
What do you think?
Excuse me.
- Angela, right? - Zoey.
Sorry.
Please, yeah.
You and Jackie...
Your friend, the nurse who's dying...
{\- Paula. - Yes, paula.}
I think the nurses...
are planning...
something...
for her...
you know?
But I'm not sure...
I can participate...
in this thing...
- that they're planning. - So don't.
And for the record, I don't know what you're talking about.
Gotcha.
But if I don't participate,
Jackie and the other nurses won't respect me.
I'm sure this is some sort of rite of passage or something.
So you think this kind of thing happens all the time?
'cause I've never seen it happen once.
Rite of passage?
Jesus Christ, do you even think before you talk?
- Constantly. - Listen,
I've been here since before you could read.
Maybe not that long.
Yeah, because I've been reading since I was 4.
Right, shut up.
This is a shitty day
for a lot of really good people,
so you can either get onboard,
you can stand on the sidelines, you can look the other way...
Dealer's choice.
The point is, no one's gonna judge you one way or the other.
I thank you.
I just...
want to be here, okay?
A toast.
Here's to you
and here's to me.
And if we ever disagree,
fuck you.
Here's to me.
What are you all looking at me for? That's all I got.
- I need a priest. - Okay, honey. Hang on.
With the grace of the Lord...
You've got 10 minutes, honey. I need him for five.
Come on, let's go.
Let's go.
May the Lord who frees you from sin save you and raise you up.
"Fuck you" and "here's to me."
Hilarious.
If there's anything funny
with that bag,
I'll have your asses...
every single one of 'em.
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