Nurse Jackie

Previously on Nurse Jackie...

What do you want?

I want to know in a life-death business

that we're all here.

She forgot to schedule two nurse shifts.

Hell, she even named me chief without telling anyone.

It's getting dangerous. She's not talking about it.

She's obviously not doing anything about it.

If we could get her to take a blood test,

we might get some answers.

Things have to change if you're going to stay here.

You have to get better. So from now on,

I am going to teach and you are going to learn.

You're 17, she is 14.

This is not happening.

I don't think I should be here.

Danny, let's just go.

I know what I did was wrong. I broke up with him and everything, okay?

It's not gonna happen again.

- Look at this. - No, put it away.

You see that?

You all right?

Yeah. Yeah, just thought I heard something.

Not to worry. As a sworn peace officer, I am here to protect you.

Yeah, I'm feeling pretty safe.

Good. That means my work here is done.

Can I tell you how lucky I am

you were able to get the night off on such short notice?

Are you kidding me? Zoey was thrilled for the hours.

It was a piece of cake.

Remind me to buy her a house.

Are you trying to get me upstairs?

How am I doing?

- Oh, fuck! Jesus Christ, Kevin. - Oh, God.

For God's sake. What are you doing here?

Grace forgot her backpack 'cause she has a test.

I was gonna run in and...

- I'm really sorry. - It's in the kitchen.

Jesus Christ, you don't have a goddamn cell phone?

She has a test.

So that gives you the right to barge in here unannounced?

- Jesus Christ, Kevin. - Yeah, well, you usually work Tuesday night.

Do you have any idea what I went through to get this goddamn night off?

How many people I owe so I can have one night to myself?

Jesus Christ. Thank you for ruining it.

I am so sorry you had to hear that.

So...

maybe we should do this another time.

Uh... really?

Eh, you know, we'll start over.

Want me to make you another lasagna?

Maybe, uh... maybe I'll call you tomorrow.

Have lunch or something.

Um... okay.

I'll be right back, honey.

Jesus Christ, where the hell have you been all morning, Gloria?

I don't know what I was thinking.

Coming through! I thought I wasn't working today.

I can see the hospital from here.

Do me a favor. Go into my office,

turn my lights on and make it look like I'm there.

All right.

Any clue where Akalitus is?

Uh, no. Probably some meeting.

Well, I blew up my morning to be here and look, she's not.

- She's done this before. - I know.

Administrators have lots of meetings.

Sorry. The meeting ran late.

- Told you. - You forgot about our meeting.

Just like the last one and all of the other

little details that you can't seem to keep up with.

May I remind you that you work for me?

No, I work for the patients.

And if this job is moving a little too fast for you,

maybe I should go to the board.

- Oh, big mistake. - Jackie, it's okay.

I'll escort him to the board myself.

'Cause I just came from there.

And you know what I was doing up there?

Explaining why my department is so behind on its revenue.

And you know why? My ER Chief is so pathetically behind on his paperwork

that I can't submit billing,

but I took the hit and covered your ass.

I'm a doctor, not a bookkeeper.

You want to stay my ER Chief,

then learn to be both.

A meeting with the board... very nice.

What is up with Akalitus' blood test?

It's on rush. I owe my guy Knicks tickets, by the way.

It's got to be faster. Prentiss is threatening to report her to the board.

Christ. All right.

I'll get him a Melo jersey, I guess.

All right.

This is Chef Eric Rios and his paring knife.

Sous-chef. And this is a boning knife.

Hmm. Aptly named.

Topical and suture kit.

So tell me something.

What comes first, patients or paperwork?

You know what you need? An organizing wizard.

Whoa.

What do you mean, "Whoa"? Come on, it's not that bad.

Don't worry. I have a system.

Action. Archive. Discard.

It's all about piles.

- Okay, no, just... - Dr. Prentiss.

I am going to touch your stuff.

You are not going to like it,

but you are going to have to get over it.

Two-for-one doctor sale.

Lungs clear? Febrile? Respiratory distress?

Yes, no, and no.

Ask Mrs. Lee how long she's been coughing.

Okay, Mrs. Lee?

How long you been...

- She speaks English. - Fuckin' A.

I'm a bank teller.

I can't... in customers' faces.

Doesn't sound major, but order a chest X-ray.

If it comes back negative, send her home with some Robitussin, okay?

Talked to my guy. Test results should be in after lunch.

Ok. I'll call you when I get back.

Okay.

This is Vice Principal Davis.

Please let Grace know that leaving campus

for lunch will be marked as truancy next time.

Apparently she left without telling...

See? I pick up every time you call.

- Where are you? - I'm at Uno's. Jesus.

- Uno's is not school. - It's for school.

Model UN. It's fine, Mom. I've got to go.

You hear this?

The sweet, sweet sound of organization.

Yeah, that's great.

I'm going to the container store

on my lunch break

and I will need your credit card, no questions asked.

Love the container store.

It changed my life.

Grace.

Finish your food, say good-bye and get back to school.

Oh, my God, you're embarrassing.

That's too bad, isn't it?

I'm here like I said I was,

preppi for Model UN like I said I was. We're Guatemala.

Model UN can't take place in the school cafeteria?

We're sampling international cuisine.

Quesadilla?

What?

Who's sitting there?

Are you kidding me?

I told you I broke up with Danny.

Grace, you do not get to walk away from me when I'm talking to you.

Talking to me? You're yelling at me in the middle of Uno's.

Listen to me, Grace. I understand being a teenager sucks.

Let me tell you something. Being the mother of a teenager also sucks.

Especially today when my teenager is a kid who cuts school,

a kid who gives me some Guatemala Model UN bullshit,

a kid who is probably seeing a guy I told her she couldn't see anymore.

Jesus, Mom, I'm not seeing him,

which means that you're yelling at me for something I'm not even doing.

Get back to school. Do not do this again.

Quesadillas are Mexican.

There you go. Look at that.

A sandwich you've got to unhinge your jaw to eat.

Oh, boy, what a day.

This is exactly what I needed.

Mmm!

Okay, let's talk about

my husband coming in last night.

I am so sorry.

Nah, it's a story now, right?

And he apologized. I heard him.

Yeah, all right. What else?

Well, since you asked.

From what I heard, which was,

well, pretty much everything,

maybe you overreacted a little bit.

The man comes in and doesn't even think that maybe I have a life

and I get mad, so I'm overreacting?

Look, I know how it goes early on. I have my own split.

Shit happens. You got old patterns.

You just work it out.

And?

And...

I just want to know why you had to lie to him.

You know, about changing shifts

and calling in favors to get the night off.

You told me it was cake.

What is this, the Boy Scouts?

No, but I get lied to every friggin' day.

Speeders aren't speeding, junkies aren't using.

Lying's like the default mode in my world.

Wow, junkies.

- Whoo. - Oh, no, no.

- Honey, no, no. No, that's... - No.

I'm sober for a year and I'm still getting this shit.

- Now I'm getting it from you? - Okay, you're not getting anything from me.

Look at me. Look at me.

We're not having this conversation if I'm not invested.