Previously on Nurse Jackie.
You okay?
I am executive of my mother's estate.
And, as such, it would mean the world if I could...
set up a college fund for the girls, If for no other reason than taxes.
Ladies, this is Sam.
He's our new RN.
I dismissed him because he was wacked out on benzos.
He successfully completed a rehabilitation program.
I have a stack of recommendations on my desk.
Can we get something straight? You and I are not buddies.
You got it?
- You missed one. - It doesn't matter.
The Sun's going to explode and eat up all the other planets.
- That's nice. - I could never afford.
Still can't.
How do I know?
He wears a big bracelet that says "I am diabetic."
I need to lodge a complaint.
Super.
- What do we got? - Really. Go.
Don't Mess with the Nurse Team
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Goodness, that took a long time. The iron was not plugged in.
Fiona says Grace has been getting up at night,
and unplugging appliances.
Is that true?
Faulty wiring causes more house fires than cigarettes and arson combined.
Where'd you hear that?
This is the best smoke detector
they make. It's also
a carbon monoxide detector.
I've been saving my allowance to buy it.
Your allowance is for fun things
like toys and stickers. Here, sit down.
- Eat your breakfast. - Gracie,
let mom and dad worry about smoke detectors, okay?
Put your money away.
I don't want the house to burn down.
You know the number one ingredient in hot-dogs is cancer?
I partied like a 20-year-old last night.
Managed to score some grade A ecstasy.
Dvornoff in psych told me it would only last six hours,
and it's been nine!
Still going strong.
I think my mother's death ripped something open in me.
You have wonderful daughters. Cherish them.
I will. My goodness.
Do they know I'm their god-mom yet?
As it turns out, I haven't had that conversation...
Just call them.
Call them.
And then let's all go to the St. Regis for lunch.
Just us girls.
The girls are in school.
We'll yank 'em out. Love is more important than reading!
Maybe I'll just catch a taxi,
- and then go. No one will notice. - Now?
You're staying here. Don't go anywhere.
- Stay here with me. - Taxi!
You're here. Stay here.
Hey, guys.
- Was that a walk of shame? - I don't want to know.
Do we think Zoey got her pipes cleaned?
That's like seeing Santa naked. It's not right.
That's paper.
Hi. You the parents?
- What can I do? - Our son, Harry.
He has a breathing problems.
Our pediatrician
says it can be cystic fibrosis.
We scheduled a sweat test to be sure,
but it isn't for one month.
He woke up choking. Could you help him?
Sure.
My name is Jackie.
Can I listen to your chest?
It's restricted, but he's definitely getting some air.
Do you like coloring books?
I'll get you some coloring books and a doctor will come.
I don't like doctors.
Me neither.
Lennox Hill has newer equipment, but we can certainly bundle him up
and give him a sweat test here. If you like.
That would be great.
You just sit tight. Dr. Cooper will be right in.
My God! I'm so sorry!
Ma petite fleur!
Back to work.
- But she's... - Come here. You, come with me.
Dear Dr. O'Hara,
I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for the lovely scarf.
Stationery
and stamps.
Stamps!
There are little hearts there.
- Hello. - Can I help?
No, we are good.
Your accent...
London with a touch of Sussex, right?
- Indeed. - I spent my junior year in England.
I'm an anglophile.
How convenient. I'm an anglo.
- So what's going on? - Nothing.
We're good. You can leave, please.
Went clubbing. Tad dehydrated.
Feel like humping the world.
Did you do a little X?
Chasing your GNTs with a little Thai stick. Impressive.
Does she have a problem?
Her mother just died.
She went out clubbing...
You know what? Get out of here.
Go!
Bored. Need magazines.
Give me your magazines.
What magazines?
Give them to me including In touch.
How can you read this crap?
Please don't amplify my shame.
I know you like In touch.
Goldie and Kate.
Mother and daughter.
Together.
Just...
loving each other.
I should've called my mother more often.
Did you know when I was at university, we called us every day?
No, I didn't.
I'd forgotten how affectionate
she was on the phone. Speaking of,
I can't figure out how to delete her from my contacts.
Clearly, you need to give yourself some time to grieve.
In the meantime. CT scan.
CT scan. This one needs a full workup.
This one needs a shitload of Haldol and a psych eval.
Sign off on these. Then you can read your crap.
Need a hand?
How you doing?
- Great. And you? - Good.
I think I can handle this one.
Strong man.
- There you go. - How's everything? How's the family?
How's your wife? Jackie, right?
Good memory. She's good. We're good.
- Things are great. Better than ever. - That's nice.
Did she like that ring you got her?
Did I show you that?
You do pay attention.
She loved it.
That's great.
So how about you? Haven't seen you for a while.
I tried to kill myself.
I OD'd on some drugs
trying to get a girl's attention. You believe that?
Didn't work.
I'm fucking with you. I didn't try to kill myself.
Jesus.
You are a sick fuck.
I know, I know. I got a sick sense of humor.
- How about a beer? - You got a Bud?
To love.
To women. To Jackie.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
How you feeling, little buddy?
- Hot. - I guess that was a silly question.
Anyway, it seems strange, I know,
but it is the standard test to confirm the diagnosis of cystic fibrosis.
We force Harry to sweat
and we measure the amount of chloride.
We know. Jackie explained everything to us.
Good.
How long does he have to wear this?
Not much longer.
Then I'll do everything I can to get you the test results quickly.
And I'll do everything I can to make sure he does.
- But I'm on it, so... - And I'm on him.
- I got it. - I'll just check
And double check.
A little bit OCD,
but not a bad thing if you're a nurse.
He's in good hands.
- What are you doing? - Tweeting.
People follow my life online. I'm sharing my thoughts with the world.
Are you blogging about that little boy?
It's not a blog, it's Twitter.
You can't do that. It's private.
Everyone remains anonymous except for me.
If I said "cys fib," would you know that's "cystic fibrosis"?
If I said "eff you," would you know that's "eat shit"?
Bee-yotch.
That's a nice scarf.
It's from Hermes,
which I think is a pretty good store.
Dr. O'Hara gave it to me.
Cool.
Does she have a problem?
I mean, with drugs.
Does Jackie?
- You sure? - Positive.
And since you're asking, neither do I.
When I go to great adventure, I do take Dramamine
'cause once on rolling thunder I yacked.
It was a huge bummer.
I see your sins,
for I am God!
- That's God. - It's 12:53 pm.
Vermin!
I used to be totally scared of him, But now, not so much.
And he's crazy.
Hey, you, Sir!
With the misshapen head.
How do you wake up in the morning?
I love this guy.
And you!
Pizza-face!
You shall...
never marry!
You won't even be engaged!
I am God!
Bow, bow,
bow to me, you sinners and...
God's down!
A lake of fire will swallow you up!
Pimps and whores!
- On my count... One, two, three. - Get the fuck off me!
I'll smite every one of you assholes!
Psychosis. Can I have some vitamin H?
- Haldol... Shaken not stirred. - Getting the IV.
This is God.
He's probably about 50.
He lives across the street. Schizophrenic, currently off meds.
I know him.
- Got hit in the head with a bottle. - He said I was super handsome
- like Clark Gable. - I retract!
Let's stitch him up.
You are an angel.
Stop fucking twittering and focus.
- "Bitchy nurse being bitchy again." - Don't do that.
Don't you dare twitter about me.
Thanks for telling me I'm an angel.
When I was younger,
I actually thought I was an angel because I had a round face.
And I thought about becoming a nun...
"Sound of music."
But I really like boys,
so I didn't.
Not all boys. There's one boy.
More man.
Man-boy.
He's totally...
Picka picka picka picka.
It feels really inappropriate Talking about this with you, God,
sir.
You know, when I hit my head, I seen something.
Like what? Like a bottle whizzing towards you?
I seen this tunnel
with this incredibly bright light at the end of it,
It didn't hurt to look at.
At the end of the tunnel,
I met the most loving presence.
And I just knew it was God.
I saw God.
But I thought you were God.
I mean, I thought you thought you were God.
- I am God. - So you saw yourself?
So you saw God
and it wasn't you.
I guess that means
that you're not God.
Oh my God.
I'm not God!
Calm down.
Zoey, handle it.
I found these.
- Where? - Right over here on the floor.
Good catch. I'll take 'em.
- Are they yours? - Are they mine? No.
What is hospital policy regarding lost or found drugs?
Don't worry. I'll take care of it.
Why so desperate?
Excuse me?
You seem really anxious for me to hand them over.
Do you want to get your ass kicked?
Give them to me. Now.
Come with me.
Any unidentifiable drugs or substances go into the slot.
That is hospital procedure.
Got it?
Pain in my ass.
Hey, babe.
Luis is a firefighter, right?
Is he there?
- He's here. - Can you do me a favor?
Can you ask him to go over to the house
and explain to Grace that the house won't burn down?
- Maybe that'll ease her mind? - That's a great idea.
- Love you. - Love you too.
The wife?
I fuckin' love beer nuts.
Come in.
A few things.
First of all, Coop will not stop twittering.
It interfers with work and it's pissing me off.
That's interesting.
Dr. Cooper lodged a formal complaint against you.
Against me? Really? For what?
Insubordination and general bitchiness.
Insubord... Fuckin' A.
Twitter tweetering fuckin' dickhead.
Anything else?
This Sam guy, like every newly-sober person,
he's convinced that everyone is an addict.
It's like the born-again guy last year.
I'm just sayin'.
Also, one of my nurses needs a pediatric psych referral.
Which one?
She'd rather not say.
Be helpful if I knew how old the child was before making a referral.
She's a very private person.
And she'd rather not have everyone know her personal life.
I would say the kid's between, I don't know, 7 and 12.
- Gender? - She wants shrinks
that take our insurance and she wants it anonymously.
You know what? Forget about it.
Here is...
the best child psychiatrist I know
and she takes our health plan.
Thank you.
She was tremendously helpful with my boy.
Thanks.
I've the family of a little boy waiting for the results of a sweat test.
I'd love to send them home.
I can only give the results to the doctor.
I know.
Dr. Cooper wants the results, but he's in with a trauma.
And if the test is positive, I need to set up an IV.
I'd really like to help you out here, but I can't.
Everything's preliminary at this point.
So it's just better not to give out. Sorry.
How old?
- Three months. - Smiling yet?
It's really awful when they get sick.
The name?
Miller, first name Harry.
The whole run's not complete, but the prelims look good.
Thank you.
I went to the lab And talked to the tech.
Remember that the doctor has not seen the results yet.
But so far they are looking very good.
Thank God.
- Go home and get some rest. - Thanks.
You've been so wonderful.
We can take him home?
- I would. - Just...
Thank you.
See ya.
- Say bye. - Bye.
I'm telling you, man,
it's great.
You can see the lights of Citi Field.
It's way brighter than Shea used to be.
You been yet, to Citi?
Not yet.
You want to go sometime? My brother gets me tickets.
- I would love that. - Cool.
- Islanders too. - No shit.
Would I shit you?
Thor?
- It's not what you think. - Donuts. Really?
You already lost one eye, am I right?
- How'd you know? - Today...
in trauma, with God,
I had my hand next to your face
for about 20 minutes before you saw it.
Also, I just kind of...
used my spidey sense.
You are the only one who knows.
I haven't even told my new boyfriend yet.
Thanks for covering.
It's a shell. It's porcelain.
They paint it to match my other eye.
It's great. You would never know.
You wanna see?
Sure.
Look at you.
What do you think of Sam?
Well, I think he's really smart
and incredibly cute.
And I think he's probably an excellent nurse.
- I don't like him. - Yeah, he's dead to me.
Go on, yell at someone.
I don't want to.
Come on.
You're so good at it.
Look at the bald dude.
Say, "hey, baldy, you're all bald.
"Grow some hair, idiot."
What's the point?
I'm not God.
Sure you are.
I'm not.
I've seen God and he wasn't me.
- That doesn't mean anything. - It means everything.
It means I'm not god.
It means my life is a sham.
Well, Jesus wasn't god.
So?
But he's still, like, really important
in the religious hierarchal stratification.
So maybe you're like Jesus.
Jesus was the son of God.
So maybe you're like the nephew of God
or the brother-in-law of God.
I like where this is going.
Hey you,
strumpet with the thinning hair!
I can see your soul!
You whore!
Lather, rinse, repeat!
That's how they'll get you!
Where's the sweat test kid?
I sent them home.
Why don't you run to Akalitis and lodge a formal complaint?
What do you mean?
What don't you understand?
They were sitting here for over 6 hours while you were dicking around.
So I went to the lab, I got the results,
They were negative if you're interested, and I sent them home.
Negative.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Excuse me? - Those test results were preliminary.
I was waiting for the final results which, by the way, were positive.
- Kid's got Cystic Fibrosis. - Oh, fucking God, no.
They are home celebrating.
And now it's my job to call them and tell 'em that their kid's gonna die.
What's the matter? No snappy comeback?
Let me call them?
Have a nice goddamn night.