Nurse Jackie

Previously...

Could the bubonic plague ever happen again?

- No, sweetie. - What about the flu?

I'm wondering if it's about something bigger than that.

I don't think it is, honey. I think she's gonna be a teenager.

Her moods are erratic. But you know, I think it's normal.

I think Grace is starting to unravel a little bit.

- It's scaring the shit out of me. - If you need anything,

and I mean anything...

you better bloody tell me or I'll kill you.

- How are we on time? - We're good. Just don't get fancy.

I have seen hundreds of you jerk offs blow through these doors,

test scores through the roof, but a total fucking retard

when it comes to actual patients.

I know you.

Subtitles: Don't Mess with the Nurse Team .

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 is dressing out of the hamper, cycling off his antidepressants.

It's not like I want to know this stuff. I just do.

And it's not always bad. This will be O'Hara

and that coffee...

is for me.

Shit.

That's a kid.

Throw him in the slot. Respiratory stat.

Seven-year-old boy, Julian Armando.

Mother witnessed fall from playground equipment.

Boy didn't called it at the scene.

Immediately unconscious, his BP is 140 over 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,

Alphabet gets monkey bars and concrete.

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

Get the mother out of here. We'll talk to her in a minute.

- I want to see... - Go.

Please wait behind the yellow line. When the physician has more information,

she'll let you know immediately, I promise.

I've got a gunshot, I've got a gunshot.

He's just happy.

- Happy? - Wait. No.

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

the challenge of a bullet wound.

There's waffles in the cafeteria today.

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

Lovely.

Chest wall movement isn't symmetrical.

We want a nice big line.

Breath signs noted on the left side only.

- Oxygen sat 93%. - Can I take the collar off?

Lovely, Jacks. A big old-fashy.

- Been around the block a few times. - Thank god for that, right.

Splash and slash.

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...

Hello, Mrs....

Armando Julian's mom.

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

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

- 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.

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.

It's not that bad.

You can go up and see him soon. And just so you know,

O'Hara is the very best. I would trust her with my own life.

If you need anything, sweetie, Zoey can help you. OK?

I'll be back in a little bit.

Give them a hug, a hug.

Hijo.

I thought it was no big deal.

If I had 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.

- Hi, you. - God! You scared me.

Where are you off to?

I have a tooth thing. My dentist is gonna fit me in.

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

I got an extra helmet, seriously.

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

Are you in pain?

Dentist's only gonna give you ibuprofen. I got the good stuff.

I'm gonna tough it out.

All right. See you, tough guy.

You 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.

- My god, I'm so sorry. - Chica , never do that.

Never think you should feel sorry for me.

I get the "aww" thing and immediately I want to 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.

Do you think about what he would be like?

Every day.

Have you ever used hot rollers?

Why? Should I?

No, that's worse.

- Hey, babe. - Hey.

Did you figure out that noise from the fridge?

- I cleaned the condenser. - Thank God.

The same one new was like two 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.

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 Nennerine 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.

Please continue.

Mom and dad are here.

What? Where?

In your classroom talking to your teacher.

You're in trouble.

Well, I'm quite happy to say that your son is stable and doing well.

Test results show no spinal damage

or internal injuries beyond the lung.

Thank you so much, doctor, thank you.

You can go and see him now.

Wait right here, okay?

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.

The sign and everything, 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.

Yeah?