All language subtitles for Nurse Jackie (2009) - S06E06 - Nancy Wood (1080p BluRay x265 Panda)

Previously on Nurse Jackie-

Jack, I saw you take those pills last night.

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

- So there's no more?
- There's no more.

Dr. Roman has brought an
important matter to my attention.

It seems as though there is a relic...

in the women's bathroom
that is out of order.

I have had maintenance remove it.

I used to get to do more.

Didn't have to wake up and wonder
if I was gonna matter.

I knew that I was gonna fucking matter.

I don't want to have dinner with my
ex-husband and his new fiancée.

Jackie, it's one hour
out of one night of your life.

- Fine. Do I have to do it sober?
- I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that.

- Anybody using that?
- You want to borrow it?

We have some news.

We're gonna have a baby.

- So you want to move in?
- Yeah.

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What is this?

- Oh, that is a stud finder.
- Hmm.

See? It works.

- Yeah, you're ridiculous.
- I know.

And you love every minute of it.

That's why you practically
begged me to move in with you.

- Mmm.
- Speaking of which.

I figure mortgage, utilities,
about 1 ,500 a month.

No, I am not taking money from you.

Maybe we don't think of this as money.

Maybe this is even-steven relationship shit.

Okay, I've unpacked the dishes...

I reorganized that spice drawer.

Oh, and, Frank, I'm so sorry, but Slippers
chewed through the cord of your Vitamix.

I have wire cutters
in the basement if you want to fix it.

- That's right.
- Mm-hmm.

I have a basement.

You know, I love organizing kitchens.

I mean,
I dream of cabinets, but two weeks ago...

didn't you say that
this was a terrible idea?

Yeah. I changed my mind.

- Ah.
- I love Frank.

And sue me if I don't want to be alone.

I'll go break down boxes.

I'd like to cash this.

Um, that will take two business days.

Jesus, all right. What's my balance?

Um, $527.

Okay-

I'm here to pick up a prescription.
Nancy Wood.

Sorry, that prescription's no longer valid.

That's impossible.
I hurt my back. She called it in.

Dr. Carrie Roman.

- Would you like us to call her?
- No, no. That's all right.

I'll be seeing her later today.

. . Hey.

- My girlfriends freaking out.
- Why?

She can't find her credit card.

Can you check to see
if it's in that jacket you borrowed?

Oh, uh, yeah. Hold on.

Um, no.

It's not here. Sorry.

Fuck. I hate money stuff.

All right,
I gotta go call every bar in Brooklyn.

All right.

Guess where I'm going tonight.

- Prom?
- The opera.

Wow. Fancy.

Ike brought me breakfast in bed...

and hid the tickets under a Cronut.

- Quick, favorite opera, go.
- None. I hate opera.

- Jackie?
- Never been. Can't afford it.

You two are like those grumpy old men
from the Muppets...

who, F.Y.I., love opera
so much they live in an opera box.

We can afford to be grumpy
because our lives...

are going to be exactly the same tomorrow,
whereas yours-

- What? Mine what?
- Please.

Why would a man like Prentiss hide opera
tickets under a glorified doughnut?

Think about it.

Oh, my God.

No. No way.

Listen up, people.

Dr. Roman's D.E.A. number
has been hijacked.

Meaning she can't prescribe anything...

for the next 24 hours
while we file a report.

In the meantime, I need all doctors...

to keep close watch
over their prescription pads.

Found it.

Secret pocket.

Female, 16. Responsive, but in and out.

She was hit in the head by a softball.

A line drive. She's a pitcher.

- Sammy.
- Sounds like a concussion.

- Dad, wheres Mom? - I called her. She's
getting on the first train she can.

I kept her talking the whole way over.

- Put me in, Coach.
- We're all good here.

My D.E.A. number was stolen.
It's not like I gave it away.

I want to get her a C.T. scan.

Hey, Sammy,
do you know what day it is?

I know you don't feel chatty, but we need
you to keep talking.

- My head hurts.
- Just keep talking, 'Kay?

So how many times do I have to prove myself
at this fucking hospital?

Mmm, identity theft. No fun.

This time I didn't even do anything. I just
woke up and went to work.

- Want me to talk to Prentiss?
- Oh, fuck Prentiss.

I'm gonna find the son of a bitch
who stole my number.

Oh, sorry.

Wait, what?

Oh, my God. Are you sick?

Just getting a checkup.

Thanks, man. I appreciate it.

Don't you have a real doctor?

Um, right here.

- Really? You're okay?
- Yeah, no, I'm fine.

Oh, I got us some reservations
at Per Se after the show.

That way we'll have more time to sit...

talk.

- You hate talking.
- Not when it's important.

- You're freaking me out.
- No, no, don't.

You know, um- it's- you know.

Yeah, so, tonight.

Okay? Tonight.

- Jennie Finch. I love her.
- Who's Jennie Finch?

Star pitcher for
the U.S. Olympic softball team.

Until the Olympic Committee decided to dump
softball as a sport.

- I'm taking steroids.
- Wow, okay.

In case you give me any drugs, right?

- It could react?
- Yeah, it's good you told us.

- What kind are you taking?
- I don't know.

Please, don't tell my dad.

C.T. scan was negative,
but she has a minor concussion.

We'll keep her here
for a few hours to monitor.

We also have to do
a tox screen for steroids.

- Hey.
- He's your doctor. He has to know.

She doesn't want her dad to find out.

How long have you been using?

Two years, but on and off.

Any shortness of breath? Palpitations?

Sweetie, when was the last
time you got your period?

I know it's dangerous, but I told my coach.

Did your coach help you get the steroids?

It's only temporary.
Just till I get into college.

Then I'm stopping. I swear.

She's a 16-year-old girl from Queens.

She has no idea
what she's doing to her body.

Or maybe she doesn't want to accept...

her body's natural limitations.

Like me. That's why I started
using the kettlebells...

which I dropped on my foot.

I'll know more
when the blood work comes back.

How do I track down
the asshole who stole my D.E.A. number?

- Hi, Jackie.
- Shit.

I gotta run.
I have to do this dress thing.

It's not for me. It's for my girls.

All right, good luck.

Okay, I think that was
a very productive day.

Although I still want
to retile that bathroom.

Man, who knew Jack
had friends that talked as much as me?

It's like the Click and Clack
radio hour in here.

Hey, listen. Before you go...

can I talk to you about something?

Sure.

Mommy, look.

Okay, you're a bridesmaid, sweetie, not a
bride. How about you stick to this side?

It's really sweet of you to come.

Oh, no. I-I love dress shopping.

We're paying for this, by the way.

How about something like this?

Wow!

Oh, that's spectacular.

Wow, Grace, you look so grown-up.

- It's perfect, right?
- I want that one too.

How much does that cost?

600.

I'm sorry, honey. It's too much.

Why did you bring me here
if we can't afford anything?

Well, there are some less expensive options.

I mean, come on,
Grace. My suit didn't even cost $600.

Right, and how much did you
spend fixing up your bar?

Grace, hey.

Fine, it's cool.

I'll go talk to her.

Sweetie, I know
this wedding stuff is really hard.

Whatever.

One day I'll have my own money...

and I'll buy whatever stupid dress I want.

Maybe you can buy me
one then too.

If I get good grades,
I can graduate early...

and apply to college in California...

and never speak to any of you ever again.

You don't mean that.

Can you leave? I'm changing.

We'll go to my store,
and we'll find you something awesome.

Hey, guys.

I'm gonna use the restroom.
I'll see you later.

- Okay? Bye.
- Bye.

See you.

- Um, I'd like to buy this, please.
- Sure.

Also, do you have it in a seven?

- We do.
- I'm gonna take that too.

Great.

All right, that will be $1,284.

Will you be paying with cash or credit?

Credit.

Okay.

Great.

I figured 'cause, you know,
you're her sponsor and all.

Mm-hmm.

You know, I almost didn't
move in because of that stash.

I mean, that hit me. I was like, “Ooh.

What if this is a regular thing, you know?

Not just a onetime slipup after a hard day.”

But-But who knows?
I mean, they could have been old.

But look at her. She's not a junkie.

And if I'm living here now, right...

I can- I can look out for her...

which was my thinking.

And that still
feels right to me to do that.

But I don't know. I mean, I don't know.

Look, I don't know what I'm saying.

I mean-

This is fine. I'm here.

Nothing's- Nothing's gonna go wrong.

I feel better now.

You know what? Thank you.

- Hey. What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Gabe, hey.

Do you have any idea the tornado of shit...

you just unleashed on my life?

I just spent the past hour begging
Sarah not to kick me out.

And that's after she threw
my laptop out the window.

Okay, can you let me explain?

No, I don't want you to explain.

I want you to return
the $1,200 worth of dresses...

you just stole and give me back
that fucking credit card.

- Zoey, what is it?
- Your pitcher vomited.

Okay, can you take these to my desk, please?

Hello.

- Zoey, please, now.
- Seriously, you were fun.

But now you're crazy,
and I already have a crazy girlfriend.

- So fix it.
- Okay, okay.

Here. I have a sick kid
in there I got to deal with, all right?

I will fix everything.
Just stay here, please.

Hey, hey, the jacket.

I-

Hey, you okay? You just feeling dizzy?

- Yeah.
- She's nauseous.

Yeah, it's normal with a head injury.

Let me get you some Zofran, okay?

Nancy Wood.

Does that name ring a bell?

No, why?

That's the patient
who stole Carrie's D.E.A. number.

I can't find her in our files.

It's possible she was here
when you were having your memory issues?

Paperwork got a little sketchy back then.

Oh.

I'll go look further back in Records.

Okay, so I called the store...

- and they're not gonna take the dresses back.
- Bullshit.

Fine, I'm not gonna return the dresses.

And I have this for you.

- I have sunglasses.
- They're not sunglasses.

Don't make me spell this out
for you. It's like $700 or $800 worth, okay?

And I have $500 cash.

Okay? That's the best I can do right now.

Give me the jacket.

Okay. We good?

Is that my tox screen?

It's positive for steroids.

What's with the godfather powwow?

Oh, she's worried about
the D.E.A. situation.

Yeah, your patient needs Zofran.

Hey.

She was being scouted today.

- Oh.
-Yeah.

Rutgers and Binghamton. Both D-1.

Oh, well, you did everything right-

bringing her straight from the field,
keeping her talking.

Well, I should know.

New York State makes all coaches do biennial
concussion training. So-

Wait a- I'm sorry.

- You're her coach?
- Yeah.

Jesus Christ. I am such a fucking idiot.

What?

We found steroids in her blood.

All right, look. I know the way this sounds.

But who doesn't want to give their kid
everything they want?

- It's complicated.
- What's complicated about it?

Your kid asks for drugs,
you say no fucking way.

Yeah, then you say no fucking way to
college. That scholarship disappears.

I'm gonna have to report this.

You do, it goes on her permanent record.

Come on, just think about her future.

One of us has to.
You better call your wife. And your lawyer.

I'm Dr. Carrie Roman.

Some jerk stole my prescriber number...

and used it here this morning.

Her name is Nancy Wood.
Do you remember what she looked like?

No. Sorry.

And if I did, patient info is confidential.

Okay. Confidential.

That's fine.

Just blink if she's blonde.

A brunette?

Redhead?

It's like the D.M.V.

I've probably seen 100 people here
since just this morning.

Okay, Nancy Wood- try to picture her...

standing here asking for painkillers.

Do you remember anything at all about her?

You rang?

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

Teenage girl with a concussion.

- I'm on it.
- Tox screen revealed steroid abuse...

so you decide the course of action.

You want me to text you updates?

Nope.

I trust you.

How do I look?

Like a man in love.

So Nancy Wood wears a leather jacket.

I'm thinking punk rock.

Or biker chick.

You should search the records
for “motorcycle accident”...

and Woman” and see what comes up.

You are a regular Nancy Drew.

Yeah, that's me. Nancy.

What?

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

Well, I don't want ii anymore.

What happened? I thought you loved it.

You can't just buy me things.

Grace, where is this coming from?
I don't understand.

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

You're not in my life.

Fi and I are stuck
with this new family and wedding shit.

Mom! Where is she?

- Can't breathe.
- Grace, I gotta go.

My heart feels like it's racing.

- Tachycardia.
- Get her on a monitor.

Sweetie, you need to slow down
your breathing, okay?

I know you're nervous,
but we need to slow down your heart.

- You sure you want me here?
- Yes, I need you.

- I want two liters of oxygen.
- There we go.

Good job.

Oh, shit, she's arresting.

Clear.

I can't eat this.

I thought we left because you were hungry.

I'm too worried to eat.

- Or watch people sing.
- Zoey.

I seriously can't concentrate
on anything else.

Just please tell me, whatever it is.

I reenlisted.

Wow.

So this isn't really a talk.

It's more of an announcement.

This isn't easy for me.

First, I thought you were proposing.

Then I thought you had brain cancer.

I'm not sure if this is better or worse.

Brain cancer?

I'd say this is better.

You could have just told me.

I was scared.

Yeah, 'cause I'm so terrifying.

No, look, I mean, I wanted this to be right.

Not just at work or in bed.

Well, bed would have been perfect.

Where are they sending you?

I don't know yet.

I report on Friday.

Jesus Christ.

- I know you're not happy here.
- No.

I am very happy with you.

Am I supposed to say, “Don't go”?

Throw myself in this fountain?

'Cause I think it'll be good for you...

if I'm being honest.

You can say...

whatever it is that you want to say.

Friday, really?

I say this with all love,
but Frank has got to go.

- I am really not in the mood right now.
- He found your drugs.

- What did he tell you?
- That he found your stash.

Yes, I know.
He showed it to me. It's old.

Aren't you just so tired
of shoveling horse shit?

You used in front of him,
and he didn't say anything.

He's just a pushover,
which is why that is never gonna work out.

Now let's talk about
getting you checked in somewhere.

You're fired.

- Okay.
- Really.

You are no longer my sponsor.

Fine.

But know this,
there is nothing on God's given earth...

that is more important than your sobriety.

Oh, yeah?

That person is more important
than my sobriety.

Honey, that person
is in danger when you relapse.

And that person is in danger
when you relapse.

You have to go.

I feel very grown up right now.

It was the right thing for him.

Anything I can do?

This helps, being here.

That opera, it was so-

Real life is so much smaller.

Hey, you want to watch
the last scene with me?

I found it online so I know how it ends.

Do I need context?

Some woman has T.B. It's sad.

I can do sad.

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