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Previously on Nurse Jackie...

- Jackie around today?
- Try the nurses' station.

You stole $12,000 worth of Roxies off me.

- I have no idea what you're talking about.
- You don't want to fuck with me.

- Vermin!
- God's off his meds again.

You are an angel.

There's one boy.

Columbia Pres., I know everybody in HR.

St. Luke's,
I trained more than half their staff.

So there is pretty much no place you can go

where I can't be in 24 hours. Please stay.

- Kev showing up at work?
- I don't know what you want me to do.

I want him to know that
I work at All Saints.

Call him and tell him you just
lost your job and you're looking for work

in a downtown pharmacy.

- Eddie lost his job today.
- Wow. I'm sorry to hear that.

Thought maybe you'd put in a word
at All Saints.

- Yeah, sure. I'll see what I can do.
- Yeah, see what you can do.

You are stuck with me.

You're up early. Wow, waffles?

I made you a couple of sandwiches
from the chicken last night.

They're in the fridge if you want them.

Nice.

You're drinking tea?

Yeah, taking a break from coffee.
Makes me buzzy.

Good. That's good.

Keep an eye on the bacon.
I'm gonna go wake up the girls.

Aunt Tunie and the pilot broke up.

So he breaks up with me
while I'm still at work.

- What a fucking butt knuckle.
- Tunie.

"Fricking." Sorry, Kevin,
but it's an emotional story.

- What's a butt knuckle?
- I couldn't tell you, honey.

It's a pilot, Fi.

I will kill you if you ever date a pilot.

Are you gonna start crying again?

So he breaks up with me
via text fricking message at work.

And then he puts
this bullshit sad face at the end

like that's somehow gonna muffle
the fricking blow, right?

So I take advantage of the British Air
employee discount on drinks,

but as everyone knows, the pussy British
executive lounge closes at 10:00.

- And you didn't want to be alone.
- Exactly.

So I downed four more Black Russians,

like, two or six Heineken, whatever.

And the next thing you know,
I'm at your door.

- What time did you get in?
- It was after 3:00.

I just used my key
and crashed with the girls.

- She's done it before.
- Yes, but in all fairness,

I'm usually gone
before you guys even get up.

I'm never scared.
I just pretend she's the tooth fairy.

Well, Aunt Tunie was shitfaced.

- You sure you don't want a plate?
- I'm good.

Okay, girls, show's over. Time for school.
Let's go.

Hold on, hold on.

- Aunt Tunie gave it to me.
- Yeah.

Shit.

I'm sorry, Gracie.
This is all I've got left of him.

But I'll buy you
some fancy shampoo later, okay?

All right.

I forgot to tell you,

I put in a good word for Eddie at work.
I think he's got a shot.

- Really?
- Yeah. Yeah. It was no big deal.

Thanks.

Kevin told me everything.

- Are you okay?
- Yes. What did he tell you?

He told me that he and that snotty doctor
you work with did an intervention on you.

And I told him, "Kevin,
interventions are just fucking rude."

- Yeah, we're good, Tunie.
- No, of course you are.

I mean, Kevin can be so overly dramatic,

you know, because of
our mother's drinking and that red wig.

But what I'm saying is
if you ever need me to,

you know, calm him down about stuff,

I'm so here and there for you.

Thank you.

- On that note, I need a favor.
- Okay.

I was gonna move in with the...

Gave up my lease and everything.

Can I crash here for a few days, you know,
just till I figure my shit out?

Sure.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

- Do you want another waffle?
- Yes, please.

Okay.

I didn't know Kevin had a baby sister.

Yeah. Yeah, she's gonna stay
with us a couple days,

which is good, I guess.

Yeah, good for you.

Company can, you know,
help take some of the pressure off.

- Yeah, that's true.
- Sure.

- Look, you know what? This is fucked up.
- What?

I can't stand
when you take me off the shelf like this.

It's bullshit.

You throw me this crumb and I'm hooked.
It's fucking pathetic.

I'm sorry, Eddie.
I don't know how to do this.

If you need for us not
to be friends, I get it.

You might want to call your buddy Kevin,
tell him you got the job.

He's crazy about you, you know?

- This is weird.
- So fucking weird.

We've got a young mother of two,

fell six feet into
an open sidewalk cellar door.

Massive internal bleeding. They need to get
her into surgery to determine the source.

- What's her name?
- Geela.

She and her husband David
are very orthodox.

Her parents are reformed, very suburban.

Dr. O'Hara is confabbing with them now.

- She needs to get to surgery.
- What's the holdup?

Her orthodox husband would prefer

that she be moved
to their doctor at Beth Israel.

Her parents want her
operated on immediately.

Take the parents to the family room.
Keep the husband in here.

Call ICU and have them ready for her.

Let's go.

Don't touch my stuff.

Turf wars.
These two were fighting over a corner.

Who hasn't?

The vendor over here burned this guy,

who then retaliated
with a shish-kebab skewer.

Bon appétit!

Right, I have a hot oil burn
and a facial puncture wound.

I am feeling generous today, Dr. Cooper.

I'll go with the burn.

Holy moly.

What did he say?

- He said, "Dogs should shit on you."
- Lovely.

Sam, will you hold the kebab still
while I have a look?

- So, Thor...
- Hilarious.

What?

That's the first time in two years
you've gotten my name right.

Not true.

You call me sport, chief,
wegian and Grande D,

which I assume stands for big diabetic.

Busted. New chapter, my friend.

I hear you're really
good at fantasy football.

- Yeah, I am outstanding.
- I need your help.

Careful, Thor.
He might sleep with your boyfriend.

- Hi, I'm Jackie.
- Why is everyone wasting time?

- I'm sorry, what's your name?
- David.

This is very simple.
I need to get her out of here.

Okay, we're just trying to understand
why you don't want her treated here.

Her doctor is at Beth Israel.
Why didn't they take her there?

The EMTs just brought her
to the nearest hospital.

She wants to go to Beth Israel.

The problem is when a patient
has internal bleeding,

it can be very dangerous to transport them.

I'm trying to speak for my wife.

Are you sure you want to do this?

We made vows. We have beliefs.
They either mean everything or nothing.

- I don't understand, Father.
- It's a snafu.

- A snafu?
- Yes.

When All Saints built
a new addition in 1978,

the hospital and its property
were rezoned for commercial purposes.

As such, the chapel
was officially deconsecrated,

which means
that any statuary, relics, et cetera,

should have been removed
from the space in 1978.

You want to deconsecrate my chapel?

According to the books,
the move date was scheduled,

canceled and rescheduled
half a dozen times.

- You were here in 1978, weren't you?
- What's your point?

- We need them back.
- Can't have them.

Look at it as you were blessed
with having them

33 years longer than you were supposed to.

Bureaucrat to bureaucrat,
can't you just look the other way?

- No.
- Forgive me, Father, but this is bullshit.

Those statues belong here.

Not according to the books.

I know Michelle Obama.

- What?
- You heard me.

Tuna on raisin bread.

You remembered.

I'll take that as a yes.

- You're such a dork.
- I know.

- Shit!
- It's my house key.

Jesus!

I think I...

I think I cracked a filling.

Boo, I'm so sorry. It was...

You put a key in my sandwich?

Yeah, it was my romantic way of asking you
to come over whenever you want.

I saw it in a movie.
This is the next level, boo.

Don't put stuff in my food, Lenny.

But it...

- Those are the parents?
- Yep.

I'm not sure how to maneuver this one.

Yeah, I tried with the husband.
It's not happening.

With the parents, who knows?

- May I?
- Please.

Okay, so here's the deal.

Geela's injuries are life-threatening.

- We've already signed off on the surgery.
- No.

This can't happen here.

This is about Geela,
not some goddamn superstition.

- She makes her own choices now.
- You've turned her into a zealot.

We're wasting time. Please, move her.

Well, she's too delicate to transport.

I have faith that everything will be fine.

You're standing on ceremony
at a time like this?

- Can you help me?
- If you want her to help, let them operate.

- You dragged her into this cult.
- It's not a cult.

This is not about what I want.

This is about what I really believe
Geela would want.

She doesn't know
what she wants since she married you.

She adopted this life.
I didn't drag her into it.

I'm trying to give her what she wants.
Why won't...

She's my wife.

Why won't any of you help me do this?

I will.

- Lenny, I need your rig.
- I can't. I'm on a run.

Drunk with a broken leg in Madison Park.

No, I need you to transport
a patient to Beth Israel.

- You got to do it right now.
- My hands are tied.

Dispatch won't allow
a driver to pull off an existing run.

- I don't have a lot of time.
- Call 911.

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- No.

I need you to send an ambulance
to All Saints emergency room.

Ask for Jackie.

Yes, I know how this sounds.
Get your asses here ASAP.

I am Catholic.

I could have this entire conversation
in Latin if you'd like.

The removal of statues
breaks my heart, as well.

What will you do with them?

- A storage facility on Staten Island.
- Staten Island?

Can you at least give me
a couple of extra weeks

so that my staff can say their goodbyes?

I'll see to it personally
that the statues will stay

till the last possible day.

And I assure you that their removal
will be handled with reverence and care.

Pillaging a hospital chapel,
nice work if you can get it.

The ambulance is here.

Would you tell them
to keep it down, please?

They're freaking out about their carts.

If a vendor even abandons his cart
just for a second

to take a piss, they get fined like crazy.

- He's got three kids. He won't recover.
- Follow me.

Hey, keep it down!

Tell them to give me their phones.

Scroll for home. Talk to the families.
Tell them to get the carts.

That's smart.

Yeah, you might have
thought of that one yourself, Sam.

Pardon me.

Hey, man!

Guys!

I don't have what you're looking for.

I come in peace.

Walk with me?

Give me your wallet.

I'm going out for a cup of coffee.
If I end up dead, this guy did it.

You're popular here.

I know them from meetings.

AA, NA.

Relax, I'm a former drug
and alcohol counselor.

Former.

I got tired of pouring my life force
into people who weren't ready to get sober.

How compassionate.

Usually people who succumbed
to bullshit interventions

who then tried to get sober
for all the wrong reasons.

I burned out watching people relapse
after getting sober too soon.

So I decided to specialize.

I'm the guy who helps people bottom out,

find their all-time low
by supplying them with drugs

and then supervising
their downward spiral for a hefty price.

- That's repulsive.
- I take people right to the edge

till they beg for sobriety.

I trawl the rooms
looking for the weakest pie-eyed newbies

with 30, 60, 90 days of sobriety,

wait for them to relapse,
and then I make my move.

Why are you telling me this?

I'm tired of lightweights.

This belonged to that woman over there.
She hit 30 days. Not ready.

What I'm saying is
if you need my help, I'll be around.

No, I'm good.

I've dealt with addicts for 20 years.

You took drugs off a man
having an epileptic seizure.

New low. Well done.

Hypothetically,

how far am I from hitting bottom?

Not even close.

I got lives to save.

You got a minute for a snack?

- A smoke?
- Nope, sorry.

Come on, that could be us.

Honestly, I'm just swamped today.

- Rain check?
- Yes.

- You okay?
- Yes, go.

- I don't even get fantasy football.
- Then problem solved. Bye-bye.

This just isn't any
fantasy football league.

It's all the hotshot doctors upstairs
who've always looked down on the ER.

- It's five grand a head.
- Five grand?

And you're trying to bribe me
with a Quiznos combo meal?

Come on, these guys are assholes
of the highest order.

Seriously, they're only letting me in
because they think I'm easy money.

And why should
I help you join a club of assholes?

We win this, the ER
earns the respect it deserves.

They're no different than the
bullies I knew in the fourth grade,

the ones who gave me shit
for having gay moms.

Dude, they called me Martina.

Oh, my God,
you're so much prettier than she is.

Thank you.

- I'll help you.
- Yeah!

Thor is the man!

A doctor bought me lunch.

Carry on.

- He put a key in my sandwich.
- I see.

I saw that once in a movie.
He wants you to come over more.

God, I'm conflicted.

Go on.

It's like one minute I'm just crazy
about him, I want to rip his clothes off.

And the next I just want to stab him
in the neck with a fork.

I saw that once in a movie, too.

It's not just that he cracked my filling.

I just wish he would,

you know, slow the fuck down, son.

You trust your gut. Date other people.

I confess I wanted to ask you out.

Thanks,

but it'd be too much pressure to date God.

Good point.

- Fuck!
- What did you do?

- I gave Zoey a key to my place.
- Nice.

- Then I cracked her filling.
- Romantic.

I put my key in her sandwich and...

- Holy shit, Lenny.
- I know, right?

Please help a bonehead out.

Stop trying to handcuff her.

Give her some space,
she will make a beeline to you.

I just want to be with her.

Then let her come to you. Suffocation
is not really much of a turn-on.

Lenny, please.

- Stop it.
- Wait.

- Stop it.
- Wait, wait. Why?

You have enough kickers, okay?
You need more defense.

A good offense is a good defense, isn't it?

- Look, do you want my help or not?
- I do.

Okay, then here's the rule,
you don't get to type.

You get to stand there and look pretty.

I can do that.

Oh, no. No, you don't. Not these two.

They're architectural embellishments

that do not fall within
the scope of the chapel.

Nice catch.

Jesus Christ.

- I'm an idiot.
- A little bit.

I don't mean to pressure you.

I just love being with you, you know,
no matter what form that takes.

I'm sorry if it felt like I handcuffed you.

What?

At this very moment,
I have no desire to stab you in the neck.

Cool.

Really, Miss Barkow?

Really? Really?

Get a haircut!

Where did you get this?

I made it.

You have till the count of three.

One!

Jesus.

We're just waiting for my father.

We're not open.

No, we're here for Dad.

- I have to tell you something.
- Okay.

Aunt Tunie's pilot needed space.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

- What's a sugar daddy?
- That's nice. Did you have dinner?

Beer nuts and cherries.

- Thank you.
- For what?

Hey, girls, Aunt Tunie is going to stay
with us for a couple of weeks.

Weeks?

You're good with that, right?

Yeah, yeah, it's fine with me.

We shouldn't have to check in
with each other about every little thing.

This is going to be so good for us.

- I saw your friend Eddie at work today.
- He called.

- Thanks again.
- Yeah.

Eddie, that's the one you want me
to go out with, right?

I don't know. Just a thought.
The last one broke his heart.