All language subtitles for Scrubs (2026) - S01E01 - My Return (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Celdra)

Gunshot wound to the left side.
Seems to have missed the heart

but shredded the lung.

BP dropping.
He’s hypoxic. He’s 70.

He must have nicked a vessel.
Gotta find the bleeder.

Prep for a thoracotomy.
On my count. Three, two, one.

- Order two units of O-neg.
- Scalpel?

A career in medicine
can take you
down many different paths.

Spreader?

If you’re lucky, you end up
where you’re supposed to be.

Found it. Clamp.

Clamping.

BP rising. Great save, J.D.

Great. Let’s get him
to the OR, guys.

No.

- Stop it. Stop.
- Dorian! Dorian!

- Stop it.
- Dorian!

- You guys are crazy.
Stop it. No.
- Dorian! Dorian! Dorian!

- Dr. Dorian?
- Yeah?

- Will you sign my tattoo?
- Sure.

That was a good hair day.

- Dorian! Dorian!
- Great job, man.

- Glad you’re feeling better.
- Dorian! Dorian! Dorian! Whoo!

♪ I’ve had the time
Of my life ♪

Dr. Dorian?

Dr. Dorian?
Do I need stitches?

Sure, being
a concierge doctor
isn’t nonstop excitement,

but I have more time
to see my kids.

No, Frank. For cuts this small,
we just use
a little dab of glue.

Fantastic job keeping
your food journal, Lisa.

I just didn’t expect to see
the word "smash burger"
on every page.

It’s really been a full
four hours? We gotta get
that thing down, Reggie.

And making house calls for
the upper crust sure pays well.

I’m more concerned
with how it’s leaning.

Yep, this was my life now.

That’s why it felt so weird
to be back at Sacred Heart.

I live an hour away, but one
of my patients collapsed

at her grandson’s soccer
tournament nearby
and got admitted. So here I am.

Okay, listen up, people.
Listen up.

That means you, neck brace.

Some things
never change.

This hospital
is code black,
which means we are at capacity.

So, unless you got
a baby’s head peeking out
from between your legs,

do not ask me how much longer.

How much longer, mamacita?

I’ll mess you up.

Oh, my God. Bambi.

What the hell?

Does Turk know you’re here?

He has no idea.

J.D. is here.

- Turk!
- J.D.!

Coming in hot!

Ready to receive!

- Oh.
- Eagle!

Yeehaw--

- Oh, no. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- My back.

- No, no, it’s your sciatica.
- Get off.

- Engage your core, C-Bear.
- Oh, God. No.
Oh, I’m going down.

- Pull up, pull up.
- I’m going down!

I think it might be time
to retire Eagle.

She’s right, J.D.
It’s time. Call it.

Okay.

Time of death...

You know, I actually
can’t see that
without my glasses.

♪ I can’t do this
All on my own ♪

♪ No, I know I’m no Superman ♪

♪ I’m no Superman ♪

So, now that you’re in town,
should we go out to dinner?

Yes. Do you guys have
a place you usually go?

Buddy, we haven’t been out
to dinner since the Disney
princesses were white.

Besides, baby,

I could really
use some man time.

Turk was surrounded
by female energy.

He had four daughters,

- Izzy, Ellie, Sophia and Nora.
- Bye, Dad.

Love you.

Izzy, Beetle, take care
of Ella Bella.

Daddy, why don’t
I have a nickname?

Oh. You do, sweetness.

- You’re The Accident.
- Turk!

- Fine. Have your guys’
night out.
- Yes!

- I’ll see you later?
- See you later, guys.

- All right,
give me some.
- Ow!

Nostalgia washed over me.

The smell of the bleached
floors, the blinding
fluorescent lights,

the closet where Elliot
and I hid
from our very first code.

That’s where
our love story began.

Do me right here.

- Okay.
- See?

- Oh. Holy crap. J.D.
- Ow!

Good God,
you’re like a blonde ninja.

What the frick?
Why are you here?

Oh, by the way,
our marriage didn’t make it.

I have a patient.
I’ll be gone soon, I promise.

Your promises mean just
about as much as...

We agreed
in couples’ counseling

that in order to have
a healthy post-divorce life,

we need to respect
each other’s space.

I hate couples’
counseling.

Could you please be mindful
of your tone

to avoid negative patterns
from our marriage?

I love couples’ counseling.

Look, J.D., I’ve really been
working on myself, okay?

I’ve been lighting a candle for
every resentment
I had about our marriage

and floating them across
the pond at Winston Park.

I’m in a good place.
I don’t wanna backslide.

I can’t just light
all those candles again.

It was really cold,
and I got a ticket
for scaring the ducks.

There’s my gal.

Oh, goodness, Jonathan.

They got teenagers
working here.

Those are just interns,
Mrs. Brooks.

Okay, your labs look fine.
I think you’re just dehydrated.

Who admitted you?

- I did.
- Oh. Uh, can I ask why?
No judgment.

None taken.

I admitted her because
I’m a good doctor.

Oh. "Dr. Park," is it?

When doctors fight
in front of a patient,

they always try to make it
sound friendly.

These labs are normal
for a woman of her age.

If it helps, I could explain
to you what all these
fancy numbers mean.

It’s so nice to meet...

An incredibly stupid person.

Her abdominal pain
suggests ischemic bowel.

No, all she needs is hydration
and emollient laxatives.

And there he was, the chief
of medicine, my mentor.

At least he couldn’t call me
newbie anymore.

- What can I do for you there,
oldie?
- Damn it.

Perry, Dr. Park here needs
to know that my medical
expertise is on par with his.

Well, now, Dr. Park graduated
top of his class at Stanford,

whereas your current claim
to fame
is handing out erections

like tiny hot dogs
at a bar mitzvah.

Well, run a blood gas on her
and see who’s right.

Dr. Park
is teaching me Korean.

Did I hear my name in there?

No. Walk with me.

I, uh, heard about the divorce.
Sorry about that.

Also...
...thankful I, uh, won
five dollars off of Mickhead.

I took the under.

Actually, it is good
to see you. I miss the days
when you were an intern.

Aw. You don’t have to say that.

I knew it. He’s about
to ask you to play golf
at his fancy private club.

Damn it. Why did you only learn
the mini kind?

Get a load of this motley crew.

No, no, no. Sorry.

I am not sure how
to teach these kids.

I can’t work them crazy hours
or even abuse them anymore.

- And that’s a bad thing?
- Yeah, exactly.

I wasn’t sure
if you would get that.

I am now supposed to watch
every word that comes
out of my mouth

because apparently they are all
fragile little
Christmas ornaments.

Case in point.

TikTok-tock.

Oh. Hey, Dr. Cox.

Tomorrow, I am going to perform
a central line placement,

and it would just be fabulous
if you could come in early
and observe.

I’m good. I just watched one
on YouTube,
like, two days ago. It slapped.

Do you know Dr. Randy?
He’s my favorite creator.

He breaks down procedures
while doing bedtime ASMR.

It’ll give you really
graphic dreams.

I’ll send it to you.
You’re gonna die.

I will die if you send it
to me, ’cause then
I’ll just have to murder you.

And with all these witnesses,

I think it’s pretty safe
to assume
they’ll give me the chair.

Dr. Cox, I’m gonna need you
to go ahead and...
bring it down.

Work-life balance
is a core principle
of our wellness program.

Now, if you can’t embrace that,

then you’ll have to join me
at my sensitivity
training workshop.

- Don’t I get three strikes?
- You have 900 strikes.

Woman is like
the damn feelings police.

Feelings police?

Ugh. Go change your shirt.
You look chubby in that.

♪ Feelings police ♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- You know he’s insecure
about his body.
- Thank you.

He’s just not ready to show you
his vulnerability yet.

Wow.

You’re really in touch
with male feelings.

How do you think I became
a feelings cop?

What the hell?

I could help so many people.

Hey.
Good morning, sir.

Dr. ChapStick
is flirting with you?

I don’t know.
I’m never sure.

Last Thursday, he did tell me
that he thought
I had a cute burp.

Turk, thoughts?

Yeah, he totally wants
to get on that flat ass.

Score. I had planned
to accidentally burp

near him again today, but then
J.D. threw me off my game.

Oh, stop worrying
about J.D. Here.

Chug half of that and go launch
a cute burp
into that man’s face.

Okay.

Hey, guys.

Frick. I cannot believe
I wasted that on you.

- I actually missed those.
- Ooh.

Hey, by the way, if you can
get out of here early,

we can hit the happy hour
that has those awesome
free wings.

Dashana, can you go see
if there’s an open OR?

You know, our diabetic guy,
Mr. Kiefer? Let’s move
his toe amputation up to now.

On it, Dr. Turk.
I’ll tell the patient
there’s a free wing issue.

- Don’t do that. Don’t do that.
- Don’t mention the wings,
please. No, no.

Just one more test,
and if the results
are what I think they are,

I should be able to get you
out of here today. All right?

Oh, thank goodness.

Oldie, can you babysit these
for a minute, please?

I need to go count to ten.

This one asked
if he could shut his eyes
while I place a central line.

Admittedly, I do still
get a little woozy
around some procedures.

- All procedures.
- All procedures.

Oh.

Okay, well, let’s start
by introducing yourself.

- This is Mrs. Brooks.
- I’m Dr. Green.

I believe kindness
is the best medicine.

Actually, medicine
is the best medicine.

You’re gonna get an arterial
blood gas on Mrs. Brooks.

- He’s gonna do it?
- I’m gonna puke if I do it.

- I don’t want him puking on me.
- If he pukes, I’ll puke.

No one is puking, okay?
You got this.

Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

Oh, my God,
this is humiliating.

Captain Bedside, face that way.

Yeah, I think that’s probably
for the best.

And don’t be overconfident.
Finding the radial artery
can be tricky.

I’m in.

Nice job, Blake.
You made that look handsome--

Easy. Easy does it.

I got to admit.
I miss teaching. That’s what
this place is all about.

- Dr. Turk?
- Hmm?

- Maybe I-I could
close?
- No, just watch.

Okay.

Damn, I wish this guy
would just die all at once

instead of
in tiny little pieces.

I don’t know how much more
I can take of this,

but I’m not gonna
let him crush my spirit.

We can’t let
Dr. Bummer break us.

See, this is what
I really miss. The hot goss.

Who’s Dr. Bummer?

I don’t know. Some other guy.
Definitely
not your best friend.

- Turk’s not a bummer.
- He is the worst.

There’s no way.

And if he’s ever in a bad mood,
all you gotta do is go,
"What’s up?"

And he’ll die laughing.
I swear. Try it.

What’s up?

Go practice.

Carla, do you know
Turk’s interns
call him Dr. Bummer?

Well, I mean, I’m sure you know
how dark Turk’s been
at work lately.

- Just nod like you do.
- And he refuses
to talk about it.

Y’all talking about Dr. Turk?

If so, prayers up.

Even Hooch knows?

- Is Hooch still crazy?
- He’s gotten worse.

- Doctor. Here you go.
- Thanks.

Just what I wanted to see.

Hey, C-Bear, I was right
about my patient.

Wanna come watch me rub it
in Dr. Cox’s face like
the good old days?

You know I do.

Hey, but you know what?
You should chew
a big wad of gum.

You always look tough
when you chew gum.

I do look tough
when I chew gum.
I hope they have berry blast.

Excuse me, Doctor?

My wife’s outside
in the car throwing up.

It might just be
the stomach flu, but--

Sir, you’re gonna have
to go to the ER.

I-If we go to the ER, we’re
going to be crushed with bills.

I think we’ll just wait
in the car
in case it gets worse,

but could you just take
a quick look at her?

Look, man.

You can’t order health care
from your car, okay?

It’s a hospital, not a Wendy’s.

Sorry.

You didn’t have to be so harsh.

If you want to go help him,
help him.

You’re gonna get fired,
but I think we’ll all live.

- Let’s go, Kim.
- It’s Sam.

- A word, Perry.
- Yeah, a word, Perry.

So, it turns out
when Mrs. Brooks’s blood got...

I can’t understand
a word you’re saying.

I know, this hubba has
too much bubba.
I can’t control it.

The berry’s blasting
all over my mouth.

Give it to me. Go ahead.

Mrs. Brooks’s blood gas
came back. She’s not acidotic.

Dr. Park, you were wrong.

Your boy botched it.

Well, my boy here
needs the burn unit
because he’s on fire.

You both owe me an apology.

I’d rather self-circumcise.

- Oh.
- Gum me.

You two idiots are perfect
for each other.

He’s not wrong, by the way.
Our marriage would’ve lasted.

- Yeah, it would’ve.
- Let’s get wings.

You look so tough right now.

That went so well
with Dr. Cox,
I decided to press my luck.

What’s been going on
with you, man? I’m hearing
you’re in a rough place.

Nah, it’s nothing.

Your interns call you
Dr. Bummer.

I really don’t want
to talk about it right now.

I just want to go out
and blow off some steam.

Actually, Turk,
just hold on one second.

Oh, boy.

Come on, man. What is up?

I’m burnt out, okay?

My patient today
is a perfect example.

Once he heals,
he’s gonna ignore my advice

and go right back to drinking
and eating garbage.

And I’ll keep removing
body parts until he eventually
dies on my table.

And his family will ask me,
"Why couldn’t you do more?"

Back in the day when you
were here, we could at least
get up on the roof,

and we could laugh the day off
with a couple of beers,
but we can’t...

Can’t do that anymore, can we?

There’s no joy. None.

Why haven’t you told me this?
I could have been there
for you.

I don’t think you could relate
to what I’m going through
anyway. I mean...

You write scripts
in the suburbs.

I don’t feel like
going out anymore.
I’m gonna go home.

Turk.

What’s up?

Not tonight, J.D.

- Ooh. You okay?
- No.

Good.

Did you at least
discharge my patient?

Dr. Cox wants me
to keep her for another night.

Toodles.

Are you kidding me?

I was doing my
best angry walk

because after Turk told me
he was going home last night,

I heard he went out
with someone else.

What the hell, man?
You went out with The Todd?

I knew with you,
it’d be therapy.
I didn’t wanna go deep.

The Todd really
likes to go deep.

With consent five.

Hey, Carla, if you were
planning on having sex
with Turk tonight, don’t.

He doesn’t deserve it.

She’s not. Their sex night’s
Thursday. Stop telling
everyone what to do.

- Elliot.
- What? I didn’t even mention

that you do it in the minivan
’cause of the kids.

Oh, God.

I’m sorry. I’ve just been
a little bit tense

because someone decided to keep
J.D.’s patient here
a little bit longer.

Why is J.D. being here
so very hard on you?

Aren’t you the one
who ended the marriage?

Where did you hear that?

- Who can say?
- Carla?

Barbie, Carla and I
have been sharing secrets

since before you
and your sorority sisters
were in Panama City

flashing the cameras
for Girls Gone Wild.

I was told
they would be pixelated.

Elliot is in a lot of pain, okay?

- Okay?
- Ah, yes.

In the history
of relationships,

it has always been hardest
on the one who ends it.

- I’m not being a jerk, am I?
- Oh, sweetie.

It’s gonna be fine.

The second
I saw Dr. Cox, I turned
my angry walk right back on.

Why is Mrs. Brooks still here?

Why do you have the physique
of a menopausal lesbian?

Whoa. Too mean.

Not now, oldie.

This is frustrating.

You gave me the impression
that you were able
to place a central line

since you learned from your...
Dr. Randy, was it?

Yeah, but he was really chill,

and you’re giving mean,
football coach vibes.

Ms. Tosh-- You’ll notice
I’m not saying Dr. Tosh--

Dr. Cox.

Oh.

Thank you.

You know...
...it used to be
see one, do one, teach one.

Alas, now it is see one,
see one, see one, see one,

see one more, call your
therapist, talk about
how it felt to see one,

decide that seeing one
is just too triggering.

You take a Xanax to calm down
and Adderall to lock in

and finally focus enough
to be able
to write about the whole ordeal

in your dream journal.

Of course, if your dream
is to be a mediocre doctor,

mission accomplished.

And by all means,
hang on to the scrubs.

Maybe use them for Halloween...

...’cause you’re damn sure
not gonna be using them
around here much longer.

Okay. I’ll see you Saturday.

Worth it.

♪ Feelings police ♪

- What?
- Oh. It’s this little song

- I hear in my head
whenever I see you.
- Oh. I love it.

♪ Feeling silly ♪

You got it.

Hey, you can do this.

Guide that finder needle
into the jugular.

And she’s gonna nick
that artery.

No, she’s not.
She’s not nicking anything.
You got this, Sam.

Is it on my face?

No.

No, no, no.

Why don’t you go take a couple, okay?

Five. Ten. Fifteen.
Whatever you need.

Keep going.

And she did it.

- Oh, my God!
- Wow, I was like...

And only one person
wasn’t psyched for her.

Hey, Blake.

Just a little advice.

You can’t keep
alienating everyone, okay?

This job is really rough.
You’re gonna need people.

Well, I’m not a kid like them.
So, don’t worry about me.
I’ll be fine.

Not if nobody has your back.
Trust me.

Gotta go.

That’s why
I kept your patient here.

I’m sorry. What?

To keep you here.

You needed a reminder of
how very good you are
at what you do.

Getting her through
that procedure,

that inspiring nonsense
you just said
to that gorgeous young man,

I can’t do that.

I want you to come back.

Are you messing with me?

No.

Come back. Make a difference.

At least give it some thought.

Dr. Dorian.

Could I talk to you?

I’m about to go into surgery.
What the hell
are you guys doing?

All right, Dashana,
tell him what you told me.

Well, Dr. Turk, uh...

The reason
I chose this hospital
was because of you, okay?

All I kept hearing
was how great Dr. Turk is.

You’re, like, the only other
Black surgeon in this place, okay?

The rest of them just got,
like, some Coldplay
on loop in the OR

and say stuff like,
"Wow, you’re so articulate."

I guess I just thought
you’d be my guy.

Great job.

Now we leave
so he can feel horrible
about himself.

No, Dashana, you stay.

You’re gonna close.
Are you good with that?

Yeah, sure. Yeah, no problem.

Oh, and Dashana?

This brother
likes Coldplay too.

I had no idea what to do
about Dr. Cox’s job offer,

so I decided to sleep on it.

Sometimes when you feel
a little lost,
the world gives you a sign.

It’s just not always
a good one.

What’s the status?

She was found unresponsive
in her car. Heart attack.

We’re trying, but she’s gone.

Why couldn’t
you have helped us?

I had seen these moments
too many times.

He just said it was
a stomach ache. I...

You can’t get
through them on your own.

This wasn’t your fault.

It could have happened
to any one of us.

It would have taken me
one minute to just walk out
there and check on her,

and now she’s dead
because I didn’t walk outside.

I should have done something.

♪ Home, home
Where I wanted to go ♪

And like that,
I knew what my decision was.

Hey.

What are you still doing here?
I thought you’d be
long gone by now.

I’ll take the job.

Oh, I’m quite glad.

Perry, working alongside
you will be one of the great
honors of my life.

I should have been clearer.

You’re not going to be working
with me.
You’re going to be me.

You’re the new chief
of medicine.

What? No.

I can’t be you.

You’re right. Just be you.

This particular world
has passed me by.

You are the only one I trust
to do better and try harder.

- Perry, I really don’t think
I--
- J.D.,

those interns need somebody
to do for them
what I did for you.

Okay?

Dr. Park really
wanted this job,

and his hatred for you
is going to burn quite hot,

and that thought...

will keep me warm at night.

I have never been
a boss.

I’ve never even run
a lemonade stand.

But one thing’s for sure,
I can’t do this all on my own.

You know, I read
in The New York Times

that there’s such
a male loneliness epidemic,

that some guys are actually
calling their friends
at night to say good night.

That’s crazy.

I know.

- Do you think it would
be cool if--
- Not a shot in the dark.

- Yeah, I don’t wanna do it
either.
- Yeah.

Maybe once a week.

Wednesday it is.