All language subtitles for Nurse Jackie s06e07 Rat on a Cheeto.eng

Jackie: Previously on "Nurse Jackie"...

Frank: Jack, I saw you
take those pills last night.

Sweetie, I have a sponsor. I
am going to meetings. I am okay.

Wow, Grace, you look so grown up.

Come on, Grace, my suit
didn't even cost $600.

I just wanted you to know that
I got you that dress you liked.

Well, I don't want it anymore.

Grace, where is this coming from?

I don't understand.

Grace: Of course you
don't. You're not here.

You're not in my life.

You rang?

Yeah, I need you to take
over one of my patients.

You want me to text you updates?

Nope. I trust you.

- I reenlisted.
- I know you're not happy here.

No.

I am very happy with you.

- Can I talk to you about something?
- Sure.

I'm living here now.
I can look out for her.

Frank has got to go. You used in front
of him and he didn't say anything.

- He's just a pushover.
- You're fired.

You are no longer my sponsor.

(Theme music playing)

(Man vocalizing)

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Zoey: And this is the thing.

There's not being the kind
of guy who talks about things

and then there's, like, full-on omission.

One is a character trait,
the other is a choice.

- Zoey, have you slept?
- I don't think so.

I keep thinking about last night.

Thanks for staying.

Oh, sure.

I feel like I owe you breakfast.

Do you want some delicious cold pizza

or pop-tarts or a banana?

No, I should probably check on Frank.

He just moved in yesterday, so...

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

No, Frank's a big boy. He'll be fine.

Frank's a whole other kind of guy.

Talkative, easygoing.

Not about everything.

So are you gonna see him before he leaves?

I can't. Too hard.

Why don't you call in sick?

Take a personal day. You can do that.

I only use personal
days for happy occasions.

That's a good dog. Hey, gorgeous.

See, Slippers? She came back.

She did not abandon you.

Oh, baby. Look at this place.

- What did you do?
- Nice, huh?

So, how's Zoey?

Please don't run off and join the army.

With my back?

Besides, Antoinette and I just put my stuff

exactly where I want it.

I ain't going anywhere.

I hope she didn't talk your ear off.

No. She was too busy organizing your books.

- By color.
- (Laughs)

Oh, your back. Your back.

- Fuck my back.
- Oh! (Laughs)

I'll be right back.

I want to see your house.

There's nothing to see. It's Queens.

- Do you want to walk to school?
- No.

Then be cool and invite me in.

Okay.

- Hey, Grace.
- Hey, Grace. What are you doing?

Hello. I'm Mandy.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Peyton.

Hello. You girls hungry?
Have you had breakfast?

- We're good, mom.
- We just stopped by

to pick out an outfit for
Grace's big thing today.

- What big thing?
- Nothing. Come on, let's go upstairs.

Grace is winning the
Young Hero Award at school

for all the volunteer work she does.

Hey, hello, supergirl.

Wow, Grace.

I'm so proud of you.

- What time does it start?
- You'll be at work.

4:30.

Come on.

Great to meet you.

She wants you there

even if she doesn't know it yet.

Leftovers. I'm stashing them here.

No way.

Come on, my mom snoops through my
stuff all day 'cause she's so bored.

Sorry.

Are you my friend or not?

- Yeah, but...
- Friends help each other.

(Sighs)

Wow, do I have to get a restraining order?

You can't fire me, Jackie.
I'm still your sponsor.

Hey, I am late for work.

Work or another place to hide?

Listen to me, I take one,
maybe two pills a day.

And you know what? My life is good.

Frank and I are doing great.

Grace is kicking ass at school.

I'm a great fucking nurse.
So why are you on my case?

- I made a commitment.
- See? There it is right there.

This isn't about me. It's about you.

It's about you being the fucking expert.

Yeah, I am a fucking expert.

I've relapsed more than once
and I'm a pro at hiding it.

I can fool anybody. Fool my husband.

10 years ago, Saturday morning,

10:00 AM, I'm already hammered.

We decide to go to the hardware store.

I get behind the wheel and less than a mile

from my house, I drive
into a telephone pole.

Wake up in the hospital, crushed sternum,

collapsed lung.

Well, I guess your husband found out.

My husband died.

Wow, I...

I'm very sorry. I had no idea.

Wake the fuck up, Jackie.

You can fool your kids, you can fool Frank,

you can fool yourself,
but you ain't fooling me.

And when you hit bottom, when you crash,

I'm gonna be there for you.

- Why?
- Because you're right.

Part of this is about me.

I'm not giving up.

This is the last of my stash.

I've given up on my own
before and I can do it again.

It's gonna get bad in there today.

When the cravings come,
sugar helps cut the jones.

I'm rooting for you, Jackie. I really am.

Can I have his office?

Too soon. Way too soon.

You're gonna make me chief now, right?

- I am.
- Yes!

I'll send out a memo.

Oh, come on, you stood
on a bench for Prentiss.

Oh, shh.

Hey, Zoey. You okay?

I'm fine.

- How are you today?
- I'm great.

I mean, fine. Not great.

I mean, also fine.

You hang in there.

Nurse Barkow. Congratulations.

You're all saints nurse of the month.

We have a nurse of the month?

We do now.

Oh.

Nurse of the month comes with a cash prize.

You know what you can give me?

All of the available
double shifts this month.

And I will use this to buy a treat.

(Shivers)

Mmm.

- You okay?
- Yep.

I think I'm coming down with something.

Old school. You look so cheerful.

- That's the idea.
- You spoken to Prentiss?

His plane leaves at 4:00 today.

I don't want to double say
good-bye, I just want to work.

Thor, can you get me a thiamine shot?

You're good with needles.

The privileges of being a diabetic.

(Exhales) Thank you.

I can't afford to be sick right now.

Oh, please, who couldn't
use an energy boost?

No, this is why I don't go
to goddamn hospitals, right?

Because if I'm going to a fucking doctor,

then I'm going to walk...
Hey, back the fuck off, okay?

I'm not squeezing my ass
into that piece-of-shit chair.

Roman: Ma'am, you need to sit.

Well, then you need to fucking find me

a size-appropriate chair.

If you want me to shoot you full of
vitamins, do not give me that patient.

- Zoey.
- On it. So on it. Like a rat on a cheeto.

- I have... Okay.
- Well, then...

I swear to God, lady.

- Let's walk.
- Thank you.

When was the first time you felt this
shortness of breath, Mr. Gladstone?

1987.

I've got a chronic lung disease.

Pulmonary fibrosis?

That's all right,
sweetie. You can just nod.

Temp? Temp?

Temp, 100.2.

That was... yes, .2.

And when did the chest pain hit?

This morning at the Javits.

Right in the middle of my talk.

- They rushed me here.
- You're here for the toy convention?

- Mm-hmm.
- Been meaning to get there myself.

Supposed to get an award tonight.

- For real?
- Yeah.

You in the toy business?

Inventor.

You know the Finger Faddle?

Oh, God, my kids used to
play that game for hours.

- (Laughs)
- Some still do.

Nice to meet you. Hopefully
we'll get you to your ceremony.

We'll need routine labs with renal function

so we can get a contrast chest CT.

No, I'll be fine. My
doctor's on his way here.

- You have a local physician?
- He travels with me.

- All over the world.
- Hmm.

Uh-oh. I've seen this look before.

So there's this drug.

It's supposed to help with cravings.

Okay.

I heard about it in a meeting.

It's like methadone,
but it's less addictive.

Probably Suboxone. But that
shit's impossible to get.

You need a special license.

Cravings, huh?

Something happen?

I get cravings all the time,
Eddie. Today's just worse.

Today's a lot worse.

Have you tried good old-fashioned sugar?

Yeah. I demolished an entire
village of sour patch kids.

You should talk to a doctor.

- Try Coop.
- Oh, Eddie, please.

I'm gonna talk to Coop about this? Come on.

You're putting me in a pretty
shitty position right now.

You know that, right?

I'll make some calls.

Am I having a heart attack?
Because my arm is really numb.

Isn't that a heart attack thing?

It can be.

Now, can you give me
a big happy smile, Kim?

Are you fucking kidding me?

What Dr. Roman meant to say
is we need to run a few tests.

The smile is actually a test.

I don't want to fucking smile.

That's totally fine.

Would you mind raising your right arm?

I told you I can't. It's numb.

Okay.

Dr. Roman, a word.

Your patient has had a stroke.

You need to determine whether
it's ischemic or a hemorrhage

and you need to do it fast.

I know that. Hey, I'm the doctor.

I also know that we don't have a CT
machine big enough to accommodate her.

Oh, God. We're running out of time

- if she needs an anticoagulant.
- Mm-hmm.

Dr. Roman, is there a problem?

Yes, I have a stroke patient
who's too big for our scanner.

Oh, hell. I'll call Riverdale Mercy.

Those rich bastards have everything.

Tell them I'm on my way.

Zoey, why don't you go with Dr. Roman?

Road trip.

I don't have a family.

So I travel.

I've been in a lot of ERs

in a lot of beautiful cities.

How do we measure up?

- You're very, very nice.
- Thanks.

Justin, how are we doing?

Oh, like breathing through a sponge.

Well, worry not. I am here.

Hi. Dr. Grant? Dr. Fitch
Cooper, chief of the ER.

- Okay.
- Would you like to read his chart?

(Chuckles) Idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis

presenting with slight temp elevation,

pulmonary hypertension,
and respiratory distress.

Would I like to read it?

Acute respiratory distress.

Well, let's get him a CT scan.

- Now.
- Well, we do need to get his blood work first.

Fuck that. Shoot him and scope him.

Not until we find out if
his liver can handle the dye.

You act like this is your call.

My ER, my call. When
was his last screening?

What's the harm in waiting?

You're seriously trying to
tell me how to treat my patient?

A man that I've been
attending for over a decade?

What's another half hour to
be sure we don't kill him?

Oh, I think what's gonna kill him is
another moment in a public hospital.

Hey, asshole, bite me.

Way to go, chief. Keeping it classy.

Dr. Grant, let's get set
to follow your orders, okay?

But I do need you to sign
the Guest Physician Registry.

It's hospital policy, okay?

And I will get you that
paperwork as fast as I can.

What's her last name?

- It's Kim...
- Both: Collins.

I need a transfer order if she's
having a CT. It's not in our files.

I understand that, but I am a doctor.

- Good for you.
- Sorry, what is your name?

I didn't... Cynthia. Hi, Cynthia.

Dr. Carrie Roman. Listen,
my patient presented

with signs of a stroke and could
be either ischemic or hemorrhagic,

which means we may need to administer
an anti-plasminogen activator.

- Which means that time...
- Ahem.

Which means she needs to get sent
up to CT now or she could die.

- Are you a doctor?
- God, no. I'm a nurse.

Nurse Barkow. Solidarity forever.

Please admit her.

You got it.

Thanks.

You're a cool girl.

Wow, that was humiliating.

I'm so glad I went to med school.

Yes, because your feelings
are way more important

than saving a life.

Oh, my God. That was mean.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't sleep last night.

Listen, if you want to
talk about Prentiss...

- Oh.
- I could...

Thank you. No, thank you.

I think we actually have a lot in common.

Yeah, no, not really.

We both dated doctors. We both got dumped.

We're both girls.

That's not a lot.

Yeah, just waiting for
my credentials to clear.

Huh.

So Gladstone and I are
flying out to Berlin tomorrow.

Yeah, he's got a lecture. We're
gonna stick around for the air show.

Be nice to get out of this shithole.

No, you have no idea.

- Need anything, sweetie?
- (Gasping)

Oh, okay. Coop!

Okay, take it easy.

- Step up oxygen.
- Okay.

Yeah, it's already maxed.

Slow and steady breaths, okay?

- I'll go find Dr. Grant.
- Cooper: No time.

Chest X-ray showed pleural
effusion. Prep for a thoracentesis.

I'll get the kit. Thor, can
you get Dr. Grant for us?

Got it.

I'm gonna draw some of the
fluid from your lung wall.

The local anesthetic I gave you
will relieve some of the pain,

but I need you to remain
very, very still, okay?

Okay, honey? Nice and easy.

It's gonna be uncomfortable, but
we need you to stay very still.

- (Gasping)
- Okay?

♪ Finger faddle ♪

♪ Finger faddle ♪

♪ Who's the faster finger faddler? ♪

♪ Finger faddle... ♪

(Humming) Keep breathing.

You're doing great.

What the fuck are you doing?

- Not now.
- I didn't authorize a thoracentesis.

- Easy, needle here.
- Your angle's too acute.

- Just let me do it.
- Will you please back off?

- You don't know what you're doing.
- Just please back up.

- Don't be ashamed to admit it.
- Back off. Back away!

Let me do it. Why... (Grunts)

Thor!

- What the fuck, man?
- Come on.

Get him out of here.

Justin, I'm gonna be right back.

Deep breaths. You're okay.

You should be feeling much better now.

(Sighs)

Okay.

(Elevator bell dings)

I think you got blood on
that nice doctor's suit.

Well, probably only wears them once anyway.

Well done, Dr. Cooper.

That's Chief Cooper. Coop. Chief Coop.

Seriously? I thought you were
bullshitting that cocky bastard.

You didn't get the memo?

Oh, right. There was no memo.

No, it's fine.

I love what I do. I'm like you.

Pour all my heart and sweat into my job.

Hey, Jack. You got a sec?

All right. As many as I could get

without risking jail.

Take two a day for a week.

It should ease the cravings.

And no mixing. I mean it.

It's weird, huh?

You giving me drugs so I don't get high.

And in this room.

Circle of life.

All right.

(Sighs)

Gloria on PA: Dr. Cooper,
please report to trauma.

Dr. Cooper, report to trauma.

- (Blows horn)
- Oh, Jesus!

Surprise, Coop! Surprise!

- (Cheering)
- Surprise, Chief!

Three cheers for Coop.

- Hip hip hooray!
- Hooray!

- Hip hip hooray!
- Hooray!

- Hip hip hooray!
- Hooray!

(Music playing)

- (Party horn blows)
- Who wants bubbly?

(Blowing horn)

Champagne for the people who are off duty.

Everybody else, juice.

I've got to go.

Grace is getting an award at school.

Hey, congratulations.

- Thanks.
- Have fun.

(Laughs)

(Phone rings)

Oh, hi. Hold on a second.

Hello.

Hey there, beauti...

Oh, no. He's gone.

Come on.

Jesus gets the best reception.

Okay, call Prentiss back. Come
on, he's getting on a plane.

(Ringing)

Uh-oh, was that my fault?
Did I screw up the Skype?

No, I think it was me.

- Oh, no.
- Wait. Wait a minute. What happened?

Why am I looking at Jesus?

'Cause I'm not a pretty crier.

You're not gonna get rid of me that easily.

Come on, let me see you.

There you go. Hi.

Hi.

Oh, wow, you know what?

You do look sad. Why don't
you put Jesus back on?

Oh, God.

Come on now, Zoey.

Don't worry. Everything's gonna be okay.

(Applause)

Can you believe that's our little girl?

God, look at her.

Hi.

I started this chapter of Alateen

because I wanted other students

to know that they are not alone.

My family has struggled with
addiction for a long time.

One of the hardest things for
children of addicts to learn

is that they are not responsible
for other people's bad behavior,

that it is not our fault

when someone we love makes bad choices,

even when that person is your parent.

Our club teaches students

that while they cannot
control the choices of others,

they can learn to make healthy
decisions in their own lives,

to love and care for themselves.

Even in the toughest family situations,

we are all capable of
creating healthy boundaries.

We can learn to feel worthy, empowered,

and even happy.

(Applause)

(Cameras clicking)

Oh, lamby. (Kisses)

Oh, God damn it, Grace.

(Door opens, shuts)

Frank: Hey, baby. I got a surprise.

Hey. How'd the award thing go?

I could not be more proud of my kid.

That's great. Okay, I went a little crazy.

I booked us on a beachside hotel,

three nights, me and you in Miami.

You're gonna cash in your vacation days.

I don't want any arguments.

I found oxy in Grace's room.

Jesus Christ.

Yeah.

Hey, Jack, that's a lot of pills.

There were more. I took seven.

You what?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

- What are you doing?
- I'm calling a goddamn ambulance.

Don't call... this is not an overdose.

- I know how many to take.
- Like hell you do.

Frank, I'm a goddamn nurse.
You want me to lose my job?

Well, what do you want from me, Jack?

- What am I supposed to do here?
- Nothing.

I feel fantastic. I don't
need anything from you.

- You don't need anything from me?
- No.

You sound like a goddamn
12-year-old. You know that?

That's it?

You know, I can call the guys
and pick up my stuff tomorrow.

I'm out of here.

Frank. Please.

Don't go.

(Panting)

Help me. (Crying)

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