All language subtitles for Nightmare.Nurse.2016.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Come on, people!

The clock is ticking!

So Brooke, this is our
Friday night special?

I thought a little
prosciutto would compliment

the shrimp and the
sun-dried tomatoes.

Hm...

Black olive tapenade.

That's a bold move
on a dish like this.

It was just a taste.

It's too busy. You hate it.

I hate that you've made
something more interesting

than anything we've had on the
specials in the last four months.

You're my new sous chef.

It's a creme brulee,
not a French...

Oh, you got my text.

Thank you for the heads up.

Is that for me?

Connie, what would Larry say?

If that was from Buttery Bakery,

he'd thank you with
his mouth full.

She's at the bar.

She's gonna love it.

- Go get 'er, tiger.
- Thanks, Connie.

New Zealand...

Looks like you have a fan club.

Congrats, baby.

Lance! Hey.

Oh, my god. How did you know?

- Connie.
- Yeah...

well don't party too hard.

You have a big night tomorrow.

I'm looking forward to it.

- Thanks, Chef.
- Yeah, don't thank me yet.

My right hand is the
one I usually burn.

Bye, Marco.

Oh, flowers!

But it's not even our
two year anniversary.

It has been one week since
you moved in, though.

Mm.

And a salted caramel cake?

That's my favorite.

Not bad, Mr. Boston.

I am really proud of you.

Thanks, baby.

All right, a beer for me,
and a shot of tequila

for the sexy top chef.

What are you doing?

Celebrating your promotion.

Come on.

Well in that case, make
it two shots of tequila.

Okay.

What? Now that you're here,
I'm not driving home.

To your promotion
and to one week

of living together
without a fight.

Let's enjoy it while it lasts.

- And your second celebration shot.
- Oh, I'll grab it.

This one's to allhe amazing
food you're gonna cook for me.

Okay.

I can't believe I
almost forgot my cake.

Your cake?

You're not gonna
share it with me?

Okay, I thought we agreed
when we moved in together,

everything would be 50/50.

Uh, except for when you bring
home salted caramel cake.

Then it's a 70/30 split.

Oh, okay. I see how it is.

Not cool.

Very cool!

♪ Some people want to have
their cake and eat it too ♪

♪ And after I take my bite
I give the rest to you ♪

How's the paper coming along?

Still got a ways to go.

But good news is, it
looks like we're getting

another grant from
the university,

so I'll have more time.

- How much?
- I don't know.

$20,000 I think.

Nice.

That should buy you some time.

Yeah, but as much as I
enjoy the sabbatical,

I miss the students.

It'll be nice when I can
get back to teaching.

Or you know, we could just...

get married now and
start having kids?

Um...

I just got promoted.

Are you gonna be a
stay-at-home dad?

- I could learn to lactate.
- All right.

Here.

Lance!

Lance! Lance!

- Take it easy, Ms. Harmon.
- Lance is going to be okay.

You're in the hospital,
but everything is okay.

Where is he? I wanna see him.

And you will.

He's recovering from
surgery right now.

Surgery? What happened to him?

You were both in an accident.

You suffered a laceration to
your ribs, and your friend...

- Lance. His name is Lance.
- Okay.

Lance fractured his femur.

What? What happened to us?

You were in a car accident.

He was pinned behind the wheel

when the EMTs arrived
on the scene.

Wh...

What about... What
about the man?

What about the man in the road?

I'm sorry?

The two of you were
brought in alone.

There was nobody with you.

Okay.

I'm gonna send the
doctor in to see you...

and then we'll see
what we can do

about taking you to
see Lance, okay?

Here we go.

Thank you, Barb...

Barbara.

Thank you, Barbara.

You can call be Barb.

- He's right in there.
- Thank you.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I've been waiting for you.

How are you feeling?

Like crap.

But the drugs have helped.

How are you feeling?

I'm fine.

I'm just glad you're okay.

I'm so sorry, baby.

Don't be sorry.

- I didn't see him until the last second...
- Lance...

it was an accident.

He jumped out into the road.

Sorry to bother you guys, but there's
a Detective Thames here to see you.

Okay. Send him in.

- Right this way.
- Thanks. Thank you.

Hi. Pardon the interruption.

I just need a minute to collect

an official statement regarding
the accident, all right?

Of course.

Do we know what happened
to the man we hit?

Yeah, is he gonna be okay?

You know, I...

I'm sorry.

But you'll be glad to know
that your blood alcohol test

came back below the legal limit.

So as of right now, I am only here
to get an official statement.

All right?

Bottom line, Brooke,
is you guys need to be

incredibly thankful
that you survived.

I know.

Just can't believe he died.

It wasn't your fault.

That guy jumped out
in front of your car.

I guarantee you
they will find out

he was hopped up on something.

He could have
killed both of you.

I texted you Gwen's number.

Besides being
Marco's girlfriend,

she is the best attorney
on the West Side.

Oh, my god.

I haven't even spoken to Marco.

No worries.

He just wants you to heal up

and come back when you're ready.

Sorry to interrupt. I
need to change your pack.

Hey Connie, let
me call you back.

Thanks again.

Okay. Bye.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Sorry.

I'm just having one
of those days.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah. Lost a patient.

She's had a heart disease
for a long time,

but she finally died last night.

She was one of our favorites.

I'm so sorry.

Well, it goes with
the territory.

You'd think I'd be used
to it, but I'm not.

In happier news...

I heard that you and Lance are
gonna be released tomorrow.

Yeah.

I'm so happy that Lance is okay.

It's important to know that
your loved ones are safe.

Hey, um...

I was informed that
Lance would need

an in-home nurse for
a couple of weeks.

I was wondering if
that's something

they give you leave to do?

Unfortunately no, but
we do have a database

of referrals from the different
insurance companies.

We can help you set that up.

Okay. Thank you.

- Drink some water.
- Okay.

Feel better.

Brooke! Hey!

I'm glad I caught you
guys before you left.

So look, we found you
a pre-approved nurse

under your insurance provider for
up to six weeks of in-home care.

She can do physical
therapy, too.

Great! Thank you.

Definitely. You guys take care.

- You, too.
- Yeah. Thanks, Paul.

All right...

Ready to get out of here?

- Oh, yeah.
- Let's go.

- Okay...
- Okay...

Oh, god. Okay.

All right.

Thank God for oxy.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Are you sure you don't
want me to hang

around for just a
couple of more days?

We can postpone
this nurse thing.

No, babe. I'll be fine.

Stop worrying so much.

You need to get back to
your big new promotion.

I know.

I just want to make sure
you're taken care of.

Oh, I know.

But I'll have this new nurse.

I'll be fine.

She's coming by for an
interview in the morning.

She sounded really
nice on the phone.

Wonderful.

Is there anything you
need from school?

I can pick it up for
you in the morning.

No, I think I'm okay.

I got everything I
need on my laptop.

I called the school this
morning and told them

I'd keep working from home.

They're having me
rebuild the site.

- Mm!
- Yeah.

Well, you're the best cyber
builder in the business.

That's me.

If I didn't have this
stupid leg thing,

I'd rebuild your site right now.

What does that even mean?

I have no idea.

- Mm.
- Come here.

Okay.

Okay. Careful.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, this feels so good.

It's good to be home.

It's good to be home.

All right...

I'm sure it won't be as
good as the hospital food,

but just give it a shot.

Oh, babe. Thank you.

- It looks amazing.
- Mm-hmm.

Look listen, when I heal up,
let's go take a trip somewhere.

That little inn
in Santa Barbara?

Oh, yes.

The one where we
lock ourselves in

all weekend like
hibernating cubs?

Oh.

And that would be your
prospective nurse.

I'll get it.

Hi. I'm Chloe.

Hi, Chloe. I'm Brooke.

- Nice to meet you.
- Oh, it's nice to meet you.

Why don't you come on in?

Okay.

- Oh, very smooth.
- Oh, my.

Uh... paper towels in there?

- I got it.
- Oh please, it's my job.

Oh, god.

I didn't know Maxim
Magazine staffed nurses.

Not laughing.

- There.
- Thanks.

Yeah. You might wanna...

I'll grab that.

Thanks, but I'm not
a complete invalid.

You must be Lance.

It's nice to meet you, Chloe.

How's the leg feeling today?

Sore and stiff but...
better than yesterday.

That's normal.

Your report said you suffered
a nasty femoral fracture.

Yeah. It wasn't pretty.

Why don't you have
a seat, Chloe?

Can I get you anything to drink?

Uh... no. I'm good. Thanks.

So how long have you
been doing this for?

Oh, practically my whole life. Um...
my parents worked a lot,

- so I looked after my sick grandmother...
- Ow!

From the time that I was eight.

Um... I realized then

that this was what
I wanted to be.

I went to nursing school
right out of high school

and 23 patients
later, here I am!

Oh, sorry.

Of course.

What?

Renee and Alejandro
called in sick.

I wasn't supposed to go
back until tomorrow.

Uh, I've got nothing planned
for the rest of the day.

I'd be happy to
look after Lance.

- You could think of it as a trial run.
- Oh...

- Really?
- Go.

I'll be fine, babe.

Go do your sous chef thing.

Are you sure you don't mind?

Of course not.

Okay.

Well in that case then, um...

let's go in the kitchen
and I'll run you through

- his meds and his allergies and stuff.
- Okay.

Come on, people working!

Well, it seems like I don't need
to find a replacement after all.

As if you could.

Brooke, I need you to dazzle me

with an appetizer for
tonight's special, okay?

It's nice to have you back.

I'm glad you're okay.

Work for me!

He did miss you, you know.

Yeah, I can tell.

So how's Lance doing?

Better.

We got him all set up in
the den, a little ramp...

He's good to go.

And how's the nurse
search comin'?

Actually, we have someone
watching him right now.

Uh, she seems very competent.

And very stunning.

Uh-oh.

No. I totally trust Lance.

Just like he totally trusts me.

Okay.

It's just... men are men.

That's probably the most brilliant
thing you've ever said.

I mean, it's in their
genetic make up.

They can't help themselves.

Lance can.

Well, the good news
is he's got you,

so why would he want
anyone else, right?

Right.

Hey.

Hey, babe.

How are you feeling?

Actually, it's the most
comfortable I've felt yet.

Oh, that's great.

Oh, sorry.

Hi, Brooke!

Hey, Chloe.

Did you do laundry, too?

Yeah. You know, there were just

a few loads in there, so I
figured I'd just, you know.

Are you kidding me?
Thank you so much.

Should I take 'em upstairs?

No. Put it down. I'll
take care of it.

Are you sure?

It's not a problem.

Chloe, you weren't even
supposed to come to work today.

I think you've done enough.

Okay.

So can you come back
tomorrow at 9:00?

Absolutely. Thank you.

Happy to have you.

Happy to be had.

And Lance is in good hands.

I can see that.

So I brought home some dinner.

Why don't you stay and join us?

Oh... Oh, gosh. No. That...
I... Thank you.

That's very kind of you,
but you guys should have

your time together and I need
to get back to my boyfriend.

It's my night to make dinner.

Oh. Well in that case, you'll have
to take some of this with you.

Save yourself the trouble.

Oh, wow. Thank you.

That... that is so sweet of you.
Thank you.

All right.

Well, goodnight.

Goodnight, Lance!

Goodnight, Chloe.

- Bye.
- Bye!

Bye!

Right?

That was better than I thought.

- I missed you.
- I missed you.

Get some of this.

We agreed no boots on the couch.

And you agreed you wouldn't see

anymore male patients
after the last one.

Well, sometimes I
don't get a choice.

Someone's gotta pay the
bills around here.

Was he good-looking?

Yep.

And so is his wife.

Seriously?

James, get off.

James, I said get off of me!
James!

James! James, get off!

James get...

Ah!

You'll need to
finish that by noon.

Diuresis.

Excuse me?

When a person is supplying
the shift of blood

from the legs into the thorax,
it increases atrial stress,

stimulating the release of
ANP, which initiates diuresis,

leading to significant
water loss.

- Okay, you lost me at "When."
- Ha.

Sorry.

Sometimes I get a little carried
away with the tech talk.

Um...

The bottom line is, because
you're on bed rest,

there's an increase
of urine output

and less blood volume,
which means...

dehydration.

Drink up, my friend.

Okay so, I made up
a little schedule.

We want to make sure the
only atrophy happens

on the bum leg and not
th rest of your body

and you should know that I combine
traditional nursing practices

with eastern
Nepalese philosophy,

which is not only
proven effective,

but has proven a
speedier recovery.

- Well, I'm all for a speedier recovery.
- I thought so.

All right. Let's get
started, shall we?

Kay, left hand out, please.

Keep the hand open.

Okay.

So there's five major
pressure points on the hand

and the arm that serve as a
breaker box to the body.

Oh, I feel that in my low neck.

Good. Now you should feel
this one in your left side.

Oh, my god.

Okay...

And there's this one that
not only relieves pressure,

but it stimulates muscle
activity in your lower legs.

That's incredible.

Oh, I totally feel that.

Okay. And here's the last one.

You don't want to
overstimulate your body

on our first go around,
so just drink that water.

It was just weird.

It's like a slap in the face.

Literally the entire box
of pasta in the trash.

Well come on, maybe she's vegan

or lactose intolerant
and she didn't want

to come across
rude or flatulent.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

I could be overreacting.

You? No...

What? I don't overreact.

I don't overreact!

What?

I don't.

Okay.

Hey Lance, I just got
a text from Brooke.

She said that she's
working late tonight.

What do you think you're doing?

My bladder is about 30
seconds from imploding.

Okay. We'll get you
to the bathroom...

together and carefully.

There you go.

All right, all right, all right.

We're going, we're going.

- Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.
- There we go.

Okay.

So you a fan of
Thai food or what?

- I love Thai food.
- Yeah?

I never get to have it
'cause Brooke's not a fan.

- Oh.
- Are we getting Thai food?

- Yeah. Absolutely. We're gonna order it.
- Awesome.

Must be your lucky night.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Okay, we got it.

- Okay.
- Okay. Hold on.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- I'm going as fast as I can.

- I know, I know, I know.
- All right.

Okay. I think I
got it from here.

- Oh!
- Okay.

All right, let's
do this together.

- Nice and easy...
- All right.

Okay.

Slowly, slowly.
Just slowly there.

All right.

- Okay.
- Okay. Go ahead.

Lance, this is what
I do for a living.

Go ahead. It's all
very technical to me.

Okay.

There you go.

Fire away.

Stage fright.

I'll plug my ears.

Yeah, my family are
crazy about basketball.

When I was a kid, my dad had
season tickets to the Clippers.

And it didn't matter if
they were down by 20

in the last five minutes,
we had to stay to the end.

Um, my uncle had
season tickets, too.

- No.
- Yeah.

We were there every
game to the bitter end.

Oh, so that was you
seated across from us.

Yeah, that was us!

Ooh.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I just started
to feel light-headed.

Okay.

Let's get you moving
around a bit.

Ooh.

Better?

Yeah.

Yeah. A lot.

Thanks, Chloe.

I really, really appreciate it.

It's my job.

A very admirable one at that.

Unlike mine.

What do you do?

I'm a web designer.

That's a great job!

Come on, everybody
needs a website.

Yeah.

Oh, you know what?
This could be Brooke.

Brooke?

No.

You okay?

Yeah.

That wasn't too convincing.

Relationship issues.

Mm. Those are fun.

Yeah...

Just tell me they stop
once you get married.

I wouldn't know.

Brooke and I aren't married.

- Get outta here.
- Yeah.

Well, not yet at least.

I asked her a year ago, but...

she has this theory
that we need to wait

until the three year mark.

Really?

Yeah.

At first I was bitter
about it, but...

You know, after a while, I
started to understand it.

Now, this texting guy.

Is he the one for you?

I don't know.

Sorry, I just...

I always envisioned the guy
that I ended up with...

treating me like a princess.

And this one, not so much.

Then dump him.

Seriously.

Why shouldn't you be
treated like a princess?

You deserve that, don't you?

Why settle?

I appreciate you staying
a little longer.

Oh, come on. It's my pleasure.

You know, Lance is one of
the more civilized patients

I've had in a long time.

Here. I packed you a
little something.

Oh...

Uh, we ordered in
Thai food tonight.

- I'm full.
- Great!

I'm so relieved he finally has
someone to enjoy Thai with.

Cool.

Just for future knowledge, are
you allergic to any foods?

No.

Okay. So you're not vegan

or you don't have an
allergy to pasta?

No, I love pasta.

Which by the way, thank
you again for last night.

The pasta was delicious.

Sure. My pleasure.

Okay. Well, you
have a good night.

Bye, Lance.

I don't know what to say, love.

Maybe she has an
aversion to Italian food

and she didn't want to tell you.

Why wouldn't she
want to tell me?

Who knows?

Maybe because you're a sous chef

at an authentic
Italian restaurant

and she didn't want
to offend you.

It's just odd.

It's like she wanted me
to see it, you know...

putting it in our trash can.

Nice.

There's my lady.

I'm going to bed.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey!

Is that how you treat
the man you're with?

How 'bout a proper hello?

Just get off me, okay?

What?

Baby, I'm just trying
to spread the love.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Thanks for coming,
- Oh, of course.

Come on in.

His name was Darren Wells.

Mid 40s. He drove
a delivery truck.

He was off that night.

The toxicology lab reported
that he had a very high

amount of alcohol
in his bloodstream.

Apparently he was a
recovering addict

who had taken to heavy drinking.

I spoke with a DA, who
is a personal friend,

and I think that this is
just one of those cases

that tends to go away.

But... I mean, that poor man.

We just feel so bad
about what happened.

Did he have a family?

Well, since both of his
parents are deceased,

I really don't foresee a lawsuit
or anything of that nature.

Well, was he married
or did he have kids?

Nope. Just a brother
in Wisconsin.

But I believe that
if a suit was filed,

we would have already heard about
it from the county courthouse.

I don't know.

I feel like we should at least

reach out to his brother
and send our condolences.

That is very sweet
of you, Brooke,

but I don't recommend it.

In these cases, it's
best to just lay low

and let him grieve his loss
because the bottom line is,

the two of you were
victims in the situation

just as much as he was.

This is top five for sure.

- For reals?
- For reals.

Yes! Because I'm going to feature it at
the restaurant fundraiser on Friday.

Well seriously, hon,
it's phenomenal.

I'm already thinking
about seconds.

Well somebody sure has
his appetite back.

I know.

I'm feeling more like myself
these past couple of days.

I guess Chloe's doing
something right.

Seriously, hon.

She knows what she's doing.

She uses this traditional.

Nepalese medical philosophy
with these pressure points

and herbal medicine...

- The pain has been cut in half.
- Oh, my god.

That's great, sweetie.

And here I am being so selfish

and complaining about her when
she's helping you get healthy.

I'm awful.

Yes, you are.

Seconds, please.

- All right.
- More... more...

- Okay.
- Uh-huh. There we go.

Oh!

So sorry I didn't mean
to sneak up on you.

No, no. I'm just a big baby.

No.

You look pretty.

Thanks.

They were just giving
away free makeup samples

at Bloomingdale's, so
I thought, "Why not?"

I love makeup samples.

Yeah. I wish they were giving away
free samples of your perfume.

I love that.

Oh, thank you.

It's Lance's favorite.

It's called Forbidden Romance.

It's actually one of the more
affordable ones out there.

Uh, Chloe, I just wanted to
say how much I appreciate

everything that you're
doing for Lance.

It's my pleasure.

Not to mention, my job, which...

I should get back to our patient

'cause Lord knows he's
gonna need help again

aiming for that toilet.

Okay.

Your meal of
champions is served.

Ta-da!

A very colorful display.

It's no Brooke, but I'm shooting

to be better than the hospital.

You're really reaching
for that gold standard.

All right, let's
get you situated.

I recognize that fragrance.

Do you like it?

It's a favorite of Brooke's.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Hm.

So it's pins and
needles in my leg.

Okay. Lower or upper?

Lower.

Okay...

Um... I'm good.

You... you nailed it.
I feel great.

- Okay.
- Could you pass me my iPad, please?

Not before you eat your soup.

Oh, it's okay. I'm not really
that hungry right now.

You've got to stick to
the program, Mister.

And I slaved in the
kitchen all day!

All right.

Yes, ma'am.

So?

It's delicious.

Simple, yet so robust.

Oh.

Okay, let's...

- I'm sorry.
- That's okay.

Here...

Yeah, let's just take it off.

Okay.

Um...

I'm gonna get you a clean shirt.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

I picked the blue one 'cause I
like this color best on you.

All right...

Arms up.

Perfect.

Oh, you got somethin'.

Uh yeah, you know what?

It's... it's not budging.

Got it.

Ah!

That prick from the
Times is here!

Hasn't reviewed me
in over twyears!

- Harrison Duben?
- No. The other one.

- Sherridan Tishman?
- No. The other one.

The only other one
is Gena Slutzky.

That prick.

She almost ruined my career.

Okay.

I need something...
magic from you tonight.

Can I count on you?

Of course.

That's my girl.

Whose got table 49?

I need his plated in five!

- Hey.
- Hi.

Is Brooke here?

She had to work late again.

Does it bother you that your
relationship is so one-sided?

It's not one-sided.

I think you deserve better.

Like, a wise and incredibly handsome
man wouldn't simply settle.

I took your advice, by the way.

I dumped James.

He was gone first
thing in the morning.

Yeah well, I'm not settling.

Brooke is everything
I ever wanted.

I'm a very lucky man.

Really?

Yes.

She turned down your
marriage proposal.

She's never around
when you need her.

Actions speak louder than words.

Chloe, enough!

What? Stop.

Okay, you need to get
your things and leave!

Lance, I'm sorry. I didn't...

I mean...

I was getting mixed messages.

Excuse me?

Okay, it was my fault.
Completely my fault.

I crossed lines. I don't...

Just kind of... am going
through a lot right now.

Don't fire me.

Please.

Chloe, this is all
just so bizarre.

I mean, I don't see any way
that we can keep you on.

I screwed up, okay?

I screwed up.

It is not gonna happen again.
I promise you.

All right, I'm gonna be completely
professional from now on.

Okay?

Please.

Lance, please.

All right, let's just call it
a day and sleep on it, okay?

Okay.

Um...

I'm just gonna finish
the laundry...

No. No need. It's fine.

Just go home and get some rest.

- Are... are you okay by yourself?
- Yeah. I'm fine.

I'm just exhausted and
going back to sleep.

I'm just gonna let
myself out then.

Thank you...

Lance.

Sure.

Okay.

Whoa.

Somebody's a little jumpy.

Sweetheart.

Thank God it's you.

Who else would it be?

Just had a nightmare.

You know, people
coming after me.

Oh, poor baby.

Do you want me to
make it better?

I missed you.

I missed you, too.

How was work?

Stressful and amazing
all at the same time.

We had the Times reviewer there.

Anyway, I'll tell
you all about it,

but first, I must shower.

How was everything here today?

Great.

You know, just...
same old, same old.

Great.

Be back in a flash.

Geeze!

I didn't hear you come in.

You shouldn't be moving
around without me.

Actually, I feel good.

Good enough that I can wheel
this thing on my own.

Well, I am your nurse and
you need to do as I advise.

And right now, I advise you
to get back onto the couch.

Okay.

All right. Carefully...

Great.

So I'm gonna go
back in the kitchen

and make you your first meal.

Not to mention, you are way
overdue for your medication.

If you need anything else,
I'll be in the kitchen.

Hey, Chloe?

Look...

I want you to know
that I'm sorry...

if I was at all a
bit harsh with you.

I appreciate
everything you said.

And I'm more than
willing to keep you on.

Can I go into the kitchen now?

Uh...

okay.

Sure.

Ugh. Typical Monday.
Eight reservations.

Hey, Marco's not here tonight.

Why don't you go home and
make dinner for your man?

- Really?
- Yeah. I can cover around here.

All right.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

Honey?

Lance?

Lance?

Lance!

Lance, wake up!

Wake up!

Chloe!

Call 911!

Baby? Baby?

God.

And you have no idea how
long he was like that for?

I mean, what were you doing?

I was just doing laundry.

I was in the other room. I'm...

I know this is my fault.

It's just that I have no idea
what could have happened to him.

Bad reactions to drugs
happen all the time,

so maybe the oxy
was just too much

with his slight arrhythmia.

Ms. Harmon?

I'm sorry, we're just gonna have Ms.
Harmon

come back right now.
You can follow me.

I'm his nurse, so I should be fine
to go in and I'd like to see him.

I understand, but I
have doctors' orders.

No one else is gonna
be let in tonight.

You should really go
home and get some rest.

We'll take good care of him.
Come on.

Could you call or
text me, please?

Do you have any
idea what happened?

How much oxycodone he took
in the last 24 hours?

I don't know. The
amount he always takes.

The amount he was prescribed.

The tox report says otherwise.

A normal dose couldn't have
caused what happened to Lance.

Wait a second.

Are you telling me that
Lance was poisoned?

What I'm telling you is
that he's very lucky

you showed up when you did.

Look, the average person takes between
12 and 20 breaths per minute.

When they wheeled Lance in here,

his BPM was well below ten.

He was on his way
to cardiac arrest.

What I'd like to know is where his
nurse was during all of this.

She was doing laundry
in the other room.

Are you sure this
wasn't an accident?

I just don't see how.

Oh, my god.

Listen, his doctor will be in
to speak with you shortly.

You can go in.

Lance?

Hey. Hey, babe.

This is like my second home.

How are you feeling?

Loopy.

What happened?

You OD'd on your drugs.

What?

Did Chloe give you any extra?

Or did you take any extra?

No.

No.

Well, do you remember anything?

Not much.

Just...

I was trying to get some
work done on the couch

and then I started to
feel groggy, and...

I turned on the TV and then...

and then I wake up here.

Is it still Monday?

It's Tuesday.

Listen...

Barb thinks that Chloe did it.

What?

I... is that what
the doctor said?

That I was
purposefully poisoned?

It looks that way. Yeah.

Brooke...

I haven't been totally
honest with you.

Things haven't been going
as smoothly with Chloe

as I lead you to believe.

She made a pass at me.
She tried to kiss me

and I... I pushed her
away and I sent her home.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I felt bad.

She seemed like she was about
to fall off the deep end and...

And I knew that if I told you,
you would freak out about it.

That's not the kind of thing
you keep from me, Lance.

I know, I know. I'm sorry.

I made a mistake.

But you know, we just, we were just
talking about her guy problem and...

I told her that she could do
better and she must have been

crazy enough to think
that I meant myself.

You're not supposed to
be her friend, Lance.

She's your nurse.

You can't even pee
without help from her.

I mean, what were you thinking?

You probably weren't thinking.

You were probably just playing
your cutesy, handsome, charming,

absent-minded
professor as usual.

Brooke, that's not fair.

I didn't want to cause
more problems in the event

that it was just some silly,
conjured, isolated incident.

Yeah. A silly, isolated incident

incident that almost got
you killed... again.

Brooke!

Where are you going?

To call the cops.

Detective Thames, we need you to
come to the hospital right away.

Well, how are we doing, Mr.
Boston?

Okay, I guess.

I've seen better days.

So listen, your girlfriend
told me that you overdosed

on this medication
you've been on

and that made me very concerned
about this nurse of yours.

Chloe Spade?

I don't know if either
of you know this,

but Ms. Spade is
manic depressive.

Well, we knew she was on
medication, so we kind of figured.

Yeah. Well, this
isn't the first time

she's had issues with
one of her patients.

Oh, so she tried to
kill someone else?

No, no. But...

Well, this previous patient
a few years back, um,

he was a successful
actor in Brentwood,

injured himself on set,
couldn't walk, and...

they became involved.

When Ms. Spade found out
that he was married,

his wife was in Canada working
on another film, um...

she went crazy.

Uh... destroyed the house,
left the guy helpless

and immobile without
food or a phone.

- But she didn't try to murder him?
- Well, technically.

But it's negligence
all the same.

I mean, it was just virtue
of the fact that they guy

decided to drop the charges she
hooked on with another contractor.

But you know, given her history,

her dad's abuse, her illness,

the drug cocktails
she's taken...

it's bad.

Well, how is she even
able to nurse still?

I... I don't know.
We're working on that.

Okay, and how can we be sure
that she wanted to kill me?

I mean, she's a nurse, right?

She knows what it takes
to kill somebody,

so if she wanted me
dead, I'd be dead.

So...

maybe she wanted to be heard?

Or... maybe she was just pissed?

It doesn't change
what she did, Lance.

I mean, you could have died!

She shouldn't be anyone's
nurse if she's crazy!

You're right... but I'm not sure

I want to press charges either.

I mean... Chloe needs
to be in a hospital,

not in some jail cell.

Look, the doctor would
probably suggest rehab,

but I doubt very much that Ms.
Spade would admit to anything.

And in the way that she
administered your drugs,

the doctor wasn't even
sure of her intent.

So it's time for you
to get another nurse.

In the meantime, I'm
going to look into this

a little bit further, and
if you hear anything else,

you guys call me right away.

- And get out of this bed.
- Thanks, Detective.

- Thank you.
- All right. Take care.

Oh, Brooke!

How is he? How's Lance?

You don't have to worry.

We decided not to press charges.

Press charges?

For what?

Don't make this
harder than it is.

The oxy.

We know you tried to OD him.

No! What?

I gave him the same amount
I've always given him.

The amount that he's prescribed.

It's in his report, Chloe.

Brooke, I didn't do this.

Is this like that
actor in Brentwood?

Oh, my...

That... I was not
in my right mind.

Are you ever in your right mind?

Or are you just utterly and
completely delusional?

Our attorney has
called your contractor

and let them know that
we will no longer

be needing your services.

You're fired.

No. No, no. Don't do this.

No, no. I... I didn't
do anything wrong.

Between making passes
at my boyfriend

and then almost killing
him with drugs,

I disagree.

This... this can't
be happening again.

Chloe look, I should hate you

for what you did, but I don't.

I know you haven't
had an easy life,

but you need to seek
professional help.

The staff here is
willing to help you.

No. I am not going
to rehab again.

Fine.

But you're not fit to nurse.

Okay.

Let me just... let me
just go see Lance, okay?

Let me just tell him goodbye.
Please?

Absolutely not.

Fine.

You know, if you guys were
so perfect for each other,

why haven't you married him yet?

It's people like you, Brooke,

who have the world
handed to them

on a silver platter,
taking every single thing

for granted, who
deserve nothing.

This is Lance. Leave a
message at the [beep]

Lance, hi. It's Chloe.

Listen, um, can you just call me
as soon as you get this, please?

You have to know I would never
do anything to hurt you.

I love you, okay?

I know you're with Brooke, but please,
I just need you to call me, okay?

What do you want?

Chloe, I know it's you.

Wow, she really wants
to talk to you.

I guess you guys really bonded.

What, between the Thai food and
her helping you urinate...

Come on, Brooke.

You know nothing happened.

Do I?

I thought we trusted each other.

So did I.

Now where are you going?

If we're gonna get stuck
here another night,

then I need to go home
and take a shower

and get us some fresh clothes.

Brooke!

Don't leave like this.

Get some rest.

I'll be back later.

Chloe!

You better get out of here!

I'm two seconds from
calling the police!

Do you know if she
was admitted yet?

Excuse me, I have a
delivery for Lance Boston.

Do you know which room he's in?

Thanks. You can
just leave it here.

We'll make sure he gets it.

Oh. I promised the courier that I
would deliver it to him directly.

What floor do you work on?

First floor check-in.

I didn't know we had any
new hires down there.

What's your name, Miss?

Just make sure Lance
Boston gets these, please.

I want to throw up.

I'm so sorry.

It's not your fault, Barb.

The hospital needs to figure out

a better system to
screen these people.

I agree.

Listen, I have a bunch of
vacation days stockpiled.

I'll take care of Lance.

Oh, that's so sweet.

But we couldn't ask
you to do that, Barb.

I'm not asking.

I'm telling.

Can't argue with that, babe.

Thanks a lot.

All right, you ready
to get out of here

once and for all?

Aw, but I was finally getting used to
the bedspring prodding my sphincter.

Hi!

Getting out on good behavior?

Yeah.

The doctor says he thinks he'd
be better off resting at home.

I'm just a little bit concerned
about Chloe making an appearance.

Well, the good news is besides
filing the restraining order,

I also put in a call in to
her staffing administration

to make sure that she does
not do this to anyone again.

Amen.

You did change the locks
in your house, yes?

- Of course.
- Good.

Now, I don't want you guys to
worry about anything, okay?

But just do not
encourage her behavior.

Don't answer her phone
calls, her text messages,

her e-mails... Nothing.

And she's gonna go away, okay?

All right, I have another client here
to see, but you guys take care, okay?

You, too. Thanks, Gwen.

No. Monday is a no-go.

No. I have lunch with
Brilstein at noon,

and then I'm going dress
shopping with my sister after.

I'm not gonna cancel
on her again.

Okay.

Okay. Yes.

I have a hot date
tonight with a bottle

of chardonnay in
my bed, goodnight.

You can't take my
job away from me.

Nursing is the
only thing I love.

Oh, well then you shouldn't
be so awful at it.

I'm calling the police.

What are you doing?

Hello?

Brooke, it's Connie.

Gwen's been attacked.
She's in the hospital.

What?

It's serious. She's
not waking up.

- Brooke, she's not waking up!
- Babe... babe.

Oh, my god.

You don't think it could've
been Chloe, do you?

I don't know.

I mean, would Chloe
even know who Gwen is?

They never met.

I don't know.

It just seems like a
weird coincidence.

Yeah.

Now she's in coma.

I was thinking about
going to visit her

in the hospital after the
fundraiser tomorrow night.

You should.

I'm sorry.

For what?

I haven't been the
best girlfriend.

Brooke...

I'm always putting myself first.

If there's anything good that's
come out of all of this,

it's that I realize I could
never live without you.

Babe...

if anyone should apologize,
it should be me.

I should've told you.

I don't know why I didn't.

I just...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I said
I wanted to wait

when you asked me to marry you.

I wanted to.

I guess I just thought that...

we could wait until we
had more money or...

more time.

I know.

But we don't always
get more time, do we?

I love you.

I love you, too.

All right. Eat up.

And I can't get in to see
him sooner than that, huh?

Because...

something is wrong
with my pills and...

they're not working.

I need something
stronger, you know?

Next Monday.

Okay. Great. Thanks.

Boy do I have a treat for you.

Cookies?

Rumor has it you
have a sweet tooth.

Ms. Harmon tipped me off.

You know, she's not
much of a baker.

She's much more into the savory,

which is probably good for me,
'cause if she was, I'd be fat.

This was my mother's recipe.

Even after she got
sick with Alzheimer's,

she didn't miss a
beat in the kitchen.

I think she believed that good
cooking was the best medicine.

Well, it must have
been hard, though.

Yeah.

You know what they say...

If it doesn't kill you,
it makes you stronger.

I think it's what made
me the nurse I am today.

A damn good one, from
what I can tell.

Thank you for that.

And speaking of which,
how's the new patient?

Is Gwen gonna be okay?

I heard she was
doing really well.

She's expected to
make a full recovery.

That is great.

Yeah. She got lucky.

You expecting company?

No.

Well, let's see who it is.

Coming!

What are you doing here?

I came to see Lance.

You're not welcome here, Ms.
Spade.

- Lance!
- Hold on.

Lance.

I've been so worried about you.

I don't know what
happened the other day,

but I swear to you, I
didn't poison you.

Look Chloe, the police
are looking for you.

You need to check yourself in

and get yourself some
real help now, okay?

I'm here to help you.

I want to work for you again.
Please.

I think he's made himself
perfectly clear.

I'm supposed to be his nurse!

Not anymore you're not.

And she didn't say
anything else?

No.

She didn't try to force
herself in or anything.

She just left.

This is just getting
so out of hand.

What did the detective say?

Just that they're still
looking for her.

Well, that's reassuring.

Brooke, baby... relax.

The police are
taking care of it.

Trust me...

everything's gonna be fine.

Chloe Spade! This is
Detective Thames!

Can you open up
the door, please?

We have a warrant to
search the premises!

I'm gonna need you to
open the door, ma'am!

Ms. Spade!

Hello?

Hey, Barb.

Listen...

I'm not supposed to
share this with anyone,

but I think you should know.

Last night, Ms. Spade was
admitted to the hospital.

Seriously? What for?

Apparently she tried
to commit suicide.

The cops found her.

She took a lethal dose of
oxy, which I can only imagine

came from Lance's prescription.

Uh... Chloe tried to
kill herself last night.

- She's in the hospital.
- What?

How is she doing?

Well, she's stable.

The bigger question is whether
the doctor admits her

to a psychiatric
hospital or not.

My guess is that
he probably will,

but she's got at
least 24 hours here.

I thought you should know.

Okay. Please keep us updated.

You bet.

This is insane.

Chloe tried to kill herself?

I think she must have felt
some serious guilt...

after what she'd done to us.

Maybe it all just finally
caught up to her.

Yeah. Maybe.

I'm just glad they found her.

I hope she gets committed
somewhere soon

so she can't get near us again.

Yeah.

Yeah. Me, too.

Hey.

How's it goin'?

Chloe's in the hospital.

She tried to kill
herself last night.

They're gonna hold her.

Hopefully they'll finally
commit her this time.

Well, that's exactly
what she needs.

Yeah. I'm just glad that I can
leave Lance at home and not worry.

Nice to finally have
your life back, right?

Oh, yeah.

Paul?

Hey, Barb.

Dr. Floyd just got the order to
prep Chloe Spade for transport.

- Wait. That's tonight?
- Apparently so.

All right. I'll get on it.

And how are we feeling, dear?

We're alone.

You can drop the
holier-than-thou act.

Well, fine.

Since we're sharing
our true feelings,

I have to tell you, I'm a bit
disappointed in you, Chloe...

Trying to check out of the
job I paid you to do.

But then I realized,
it's partially my fault,

what, with the placebo
pills and all.

Placebo?

The ones I replaced your
anti-depressants with.

You gave me placebos?

Well, I had to tip
the scales somehow.

God.

Your sex appeal wasn't
doing it on its own.

That's why I was so messed up.

You bitch!

Such language.

We were only supposed
to mess with them.

I could go to jail for
attempted murder!

You could go to jail for murder.

What?

Don't worry.

I'm gonna make absolutely
sure you don't go to jail.

Don't do me any
favors, all right?

I made up my mind.
When the cops come,

I'm telling them everything.

No, no, no.

Just let me do my job.

And what does that mean?

I'm the best nurse
in this hospital.

Just let me make it all better.

Just like I always do.

I want nothing to do with this.

Do you understand? I'm out.

Oh, I know.

Last night when they
brought you in here,

I realized that you gave
me the perfect opportunity

to clean this whole thing
up nice and neat...

just like I did with James.

James?

What did you to to J...

What the...

Now the big guy
comes up to bat...

I really am sorry
about this, Chloe,

but I've seen so
many girls like you.

Trust me, you weren't
gonna get any better.

The first pitch...

Surprise!

Barb! Hey.

Is everything okay?

I just wanted to
check in on you.

I'll just put these
in the kitchen.

Oh! Well, that's very...
sweet of you.

It is so sweet how he
likes to rub my feet

at the end of the day,
but they're so sweaty.

I've been in these freaking
shoes for 12 hours.

- Marry him.
- Yeah.

Hold on.

- This is Brooke Harmon.
- Hi, Brooke.

This is Eric, Darren
Wells's brother?

- Well hello.
- I'm sorry to call you like this,

but I really need to warn you.

Your nurse Barbara... she
isn't who she says she is.

Wait. What did you say?

Cookies were delicious.

I really appreciate you
stopping by, Barb.

I am just all of a
sudden exhausted.

I think I'm just gonna crash.

That's because I put something
extra special in these cookies.

Excuse me?

You didn't think you were gonna
get away with it, did you?

What?

Killing him.

Darren.

What are you talking about?

The man you ran over.

Left in the street bloody.

That was my fiancée...

Darren Wells.

Barb...

whatever pain we've caused
you, we've already paid for it

tenfold with everything Chloe
put us through already.

Chloe works for me.

I paid her to take care of you.

You paid Chloe to
try to kill me?

Nah.

No, no.

She's much too much
of a coward for that.

I paid her to ruin your life

like you ruined mine.

I'm the one that made you OD.

I'm the one that
wants to kill you.

And this time...

I'm not gonna fail.

Barb...

Go to your happy place, Lance.

That would be right
here with me, bitch.

I can't feel anything.

Now where were we?

What did you do to me?

- You don't have to do this!
- Back away from him, Barb!

Honey, you got to be kidding me.

Okay...

Take it easy, Chloe.

If you help me out, I
can give you double.

I'm not interested.

You sure?

You could do a whole
lot with $5,000.

No!

Barb! Get off, Barb!

Barb, stop it!

Barb! Barb, please!

No!

- Oh...
- Honey.

Is she dead?

How did you know?

- I sent a card to Darren Wells's brother.
- What?

He called me and he said that Darren
was engaged to a nurse named Barb.

Oh.

I'm so glad you're okay.

My hero.

Babe, it's over.

- It's over.
- It's over.

What about Chloe?

Let's get her some help.

The first drink
I've had in ages.

So good.

Cheers.

Cheers!

Oh! And I got you...

Mm!

Salted caramel cake?

- Mm-hmm.
- Thank you.

Thought it was about
time that I asked again.

Might be a little hard for me to get
down on one knee at the moment, but...

Well, I was actually
thinking that

since I said no the first time,

I should be the one to ask you.

Lance...

will you marry me?

It's about damn time.

- So is that a yes?
- Yes! That is a yes.

Okay. Good.

- Does it fit?
- Let's see.

Let's put in on. Ah!