Nurse Jackie

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

.:: La Fabrique ::.

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.