Jackie: Previously on "Nurse Jackie"...
Technically it's a studio plus.
It's great. I mean it.
Sign the paper.
You need to get out of my face, okay?
( gasps )
See you on the outside?
Charlie, this is Jackie.
Listen, I am calling you
and you have to call me back.
- ( flat lining tone ) - Charlie?
No, I just came in here to talk to my friend.
I would love to sit down with you someday
and sign some document that would clarify
just what the fuck we are.
I don't know what I came in here for.
Okay, real quick.
Take it in.
I'm sorry, are you flirting with me?
Well, that just killed it.
( laughs )
So do you want to do this again?
Because I do.
I am a recovering drug addict.
So it's a date.
( theme music playing )
( man vocalizing )
Well, hello, Officer.
What are you doing here?
I had such a good time with you last night,
I bought you a gift.
Oh.
Hope you saved the receipt.
( Frank laughs )
What are we looking at?
Steve here took someone's rowboat for a joyride.
- Bad idea on many levels. - Isn't Bellevue closer?
Last I checked, they don't have a nurse there named Jackie Peyton.
Need warming blankets and an IV.
You spent an extra 10 minutes
with a potential hypothermia victim
in the back of your squad car just so you could see me?
Well, when you put it like that,
it does sound a little irresponsible.
Yeah. You kidding?
Frank: So, what's the word, Doc?
Frostbite, mild hypothermia.
Lucky you pulled him out when you did.
All right, I'm gonna need to book him.
So-- ironic, isn't it?
Warm a guy up just to put him in the cooler.
Come back around 5:00. He'll be good to go.
All right, thank you.
Hey, listen. I was thinking--
coffee went so good, we'll work backwards.
We'll have dessert and then dinner.
( laughs ) Can I let you know about that?
That's good. You don't want to appear too eager.
- No. - So what do you think?
I think that cop likes you.
We are running low on syringes.
And I think you like him, too.
What are we, in seventh grade?
How was your first night in the apartment?
Ugh. The heat randomly turns on.
Most of the outlets don't work.
I love it so much.
Morning, Zoey.
Really? We're gonna do this now?
( sighs )
Okay, so, Chief of ER, right?
I come in this morning to run my checks.
Patient follow-up, check.
Supplies, check. Nurse schedule.
Did you hear a check?
No. No, you didn't hear a check.
You know why? Because someone forgot
to schedule any nurses for the day shift tomorrow
or the late shift tomorrow night.
- No nurses scheduled for two shifts. - Check.
Who's responsible for this?
- Uh, that would be me. - You?
Okay, so you sure someone didn't forget something?
Again?
Okay, you want this one on you, that's fine.
But I am this close to reporting
her absentminded ass to the board.
Jane Doe-- BP 103 over 70.
Heart rate 70 BPM. Shallow respiration.
No clue where she's at or what's happening.
Honey, can you tell me your name?
( moaning )
Honey, can you hear me?
Stoned out of her mind.
Get a blood panel and a urine tox.
- Check. - I'll be back.
- ( moans ) - No. Honey, I need you to keep this on for me, okay.
Can you do that?
I see a wedding ring.
We're gonna try to find your husband, okay?
Zoey, you got your phone?
I just saw a patient with toes so fucked up,
his socks were fused to his feet.
Gangrene?
Did you run an IV of antibiotics?
No, no, it was Dr. Prentiss's patient.
I just saw him.
I hate feet.
Listen, Carrie, after what happened yesterday,
I'm thinking dinner?
Wait, help me out. What happened yesterday?
- You grabbed his package. - Oh, right.
I mean, we already have things going.
Yeah.
Yeah, I would totally go. I do have plans tonight.
Head of Cardiology. Sorry.
You two give groping a bad name.
( door opens )
What do you want, Jackie?
You asked for a document that defines our relationship?
Okay.
Jesus, you wanna friends.
Okay, give me your finger
'cause we'll need blood for this, right?
I'm serious, Eddie.
This is what I need right now.
Fuck.
( pen scribbling )
It's fucking dumb.
It's all right.
Oh, my God.
Sorry.
- Sorry. - Jesus, Zoey.
Sorry.
Are you two back together...
together?
- Just-- come in. - ( door closes )
No luck matching Jane Doe to the photos.
Okay, call the cops
and see if anyone's reported a missing person.
Any particular cop?
Honey, you need to keep this on.
Is she able to tell you who she is yet?
No.
No, it's weird.
Got a nice manicure, nice clothes.
Honey, are you messing with your meds?
- ( panting, moaning ) - What did you take?
I should call Social Services.
( phone vibrating )
Oh, it's my kid's school.
Take it. I got this.
Hello?
Speaking.
Acting out? How?
Uh, okay.
Let me call you back. Thanks.
Problem-- they want me right now.
Go. I'll take over here.
- ( moaning ) - It's all right.
She's coming right back. Don't worry.
- Social Services. - Got it.
You good?
Why wouldn't I be?
Yes, Sergeant.
Fine.
How long before you know if there's a match?
Well, how many people could you possibly have missing?
28,000. Okay, I'll hold.
Okay, I gave stitches
to that elderly lady in bay three.
Old people skin.
It is like wet newspaper.
You still wanna hang out or whatever?
What happened to your cardiologist?
Something about an emergency mitral valve prolapse
and priorities.
He's a dick. So, whatever.
Nobu, eightish?
Hmm.
Still free.
We've all noticed a gradual change
in Fiona's behavior and grades,
but this is the first time she's ever been
disrespectful to a teacher.
Exactly how was she disrespectful?
Fiona called Miss King...
an a-hole.
Highly disrespectful.
Where'd you learn that word?
From when you and Mom yell at each other.
Oh, God.
She's so little.
Please tell me we didn't break her.
We did, a little.
But we can put her back together.
Truce?
Yeah.
Look, honey, I know there have been a lot of changes lately,
but things are gonna quiet down.
It's gonna get easier.
We're gonna find-- Grace?
What are you doing coming out of the subway?
Dad signed me up for dance classes.
She has a boyfriend.
Okay...
let's try this again with the truth.
A boyfriend?
Danny.
Okay, tell me you were not at his house.
No, I was at Union Square.
That's where he plays.
Union Square, Manhattan?
Yes, he's a musician. He just made almost $10.
Your boyfriend plays for change in Union Square?
Okay, how old is he?
17.
Okay.
Taxi.
Come with me.
- Question about tonight. - Sure.
- I can't make it. - Ow.
I know-- it sucks, right?
My date with the head of Cardiology is back on.
Turns out he didn't have any prolapse surgery.
He had dinner with his wife,
but now she cancelled.
Don't you hate liars?
Ugh, that is why I am being straight up.
( sighs ) We had plans.
Seriously.
I feel so jerked around by that guy.
No oral for him.
Well, maybe.
I have no feeling below my waist.
Consider yourself lucky.
So we ground her for a week and we dock her allowance.
Sounds right.
You always say that and then you cave.
I thought the idea was a unified front.
Same page.
Yes, I'm sorry. You're right.
Wow, an apology.
This is new.
How about that? Gold star for me, huh?
- Gotta go. - Bye.
So, how's our Jane Doe?
Uh, where is our Jane Doe?
I sent her up to Neurology for a CAT scan.
Or was it Digital Imaging for an MRI?
Gloria...
Hey, you left. Things got busy.
Did you call Social Services?
Yes, voicemail, and until they find the time to call me back,
I'm just handling her medical needs.
Okay, great. So where is she?
Give me a minute. It'll come to me.
She's not in Neuro or Digital Imaging.
Social Services isn't answering.
They're on the fucking 9th floor of this building.
Go up there and kick some ass.
Then comb the hospital.
Do not stop until you find her.
Marta, give him a hand, please.
Where's my Jane Doe?
If you want to go up to Neuro
and have the guys work faster, please be my guest.
I did it. Hoo-rah.
I found Jane Doe's husband,
and he's here.
( phone vibrating )
- Hi, honey. - Okay, Mom.
Checking in every 20 minutes like you said.
Show me you're home. Let me see the living room.
God, Mom, why don't you just get me
one of those ankle bracelets that prisoners have to wear?
Yeah, maybe for Christmas.
All right, honey. Thanks.
Mr. Farrell, meet Jackie Peyton.
She is the nurse who's been caring for your wife.
God, I can't tell you how grateful I am.
- Thank you. - Oh, please.
There's no need to thank, really.
I can't believe you actually found her.
She left her cell phone, her bag.
I mean, what are the odds?
- One in 28,000. - Yeah, who'd a thunk?
Jennifer has mental health issues.
Depression.
I took a leave of absence from my firm
till we could get her back on track,
but this morning I had a deposition.
I got home, I had no idea where she was.
Do you know how that feels?
No, I can't imagine.
- Can I see her? - You bet.
Uh, yes, she's up in Imaging right now.
So if you don't mind, why don't you have a seat in the waiting room?
I can have someone bring you the forms that you need to fill out, 'kay?
Right-- right through there.
Thank you.
You always tell me the paperwork can wait.
Akalitus lost her.
What?! No.
We just found her. How can I help?
Just keep Prentiss away from me, please.
He's been here five minutes. He's already threatening
to turn her over to the board.
He's naturally very drawn to me, so no problem.
Good. I'm gonna go see if I can jog her memory
or what's left of it.
Ow, ow, ow.
Problem?
I don't know.
I think I have something in my eye.
Would you mind taking a look?
Look up.
With your eye.
Now look over here.
Look over here.
And up.
- And down. - ( light clicks )
So, see anything?
Where's Akalitus?
They dragged her off to an HR meeting.
Everybody wants a piece.
I know she's a former nurse
and you all look out for each other.
I also know that I don't give a shit.
Right. This has all been very informative.
Hey, we all have jobs to do, okay?
And I cannot do my job without my patient.
Hey.
Jane Doe's labs.
Oh, shit!
Yeah, no, shit, shit.
It's like four times the normal amount
for someone her size.
How can a person have this much Xanax and Nembutal
in their system and still function?
She can't.
No one could, not even you.
Her husband had no idea she was using.
Please, no one's that stupid.
- Well-- - ( scoffs )
I don't mean to pile on,
but you kind of look like hell.
One friend to another.
Yeah, Fi's mouthing off at school.
She's failing math.
Grace is chasing after older boys.
It's--
Anything I can do?
Yeah. This.
Why am I suddenly in a church?
Oh, it's a chapel. It's peaceful...
sacred, safe.
You're making me nervous. Why can't I see my wife?
Well, I need to tell you something about your wife.
Oh, God.
I think she's a drug addict.
Jesus, seriously? No, she's sick.
Well, if you'd listen to me for one minute, I can--
No, you listen to me.
I've been with my wife every day,
taking care of her,
holding her while she's screaming.
If this were about drugs, I would know.
I think you'd be surprised the lengths
a drug addict will go to to keep a secret.
Oh, and you're the fucking expert?
Uh, actually, I am,
'cause I'm a drug addict.
So, Charlie Cruz, that's my day of shit.
Anyway, I had to call 'cause I'm feeling so--
Aw, fuck.
I gotta go.
Jack.
Bad news-- Steve's in deep shit.
The owner of the boat is pressing charges.
There's nothing I can do.
But the good news is I'm here early.
Oh, I am so sorry. I got-- I have--
I get it, I get it. 'Kay, get outta here.
- Hi. - Hi.
- We looked everywhere. - Even the morgue.
- Did you call Social Services? - Thor: I went up to the office.
They said Akalitus didn't even call them.
This is un-fucking-believable.
I gave her one thing to do.
She can't remember to make a fucking phone call?
Can someone please explain to me how you lose a patient?
I didn't lose a patient.
I hid one.
Oh, Jesus, thank God.
I am so sorry about all this.
Are you okay, honey?
Now, thanks to her.
Jackie Peyton, meet Jennifer Farrell.
Are you fucking kidding me?
That same fucking concerned hubby
in the waiting room?
He's been drugging her. His first two wives left him.
He wanted to make sure this one didn't, too.
Holy shit. That son of a bitch.
He almost cried.
I knew something was wrong when I mentioned her husband
and she tried to bolt.
But the clincher was when I showed her
the Xanax and the Nembutal.
She didn't know what they were.
Why are you giving me that look?
I don't know.
You're keeping things from me.
Jackie, this isn't strictly legal.
I didn't need you risking your job, too,
but I had to help this woman.
Social Services could've done the same thing.
Oh, sure.
Two caseworkers for the entire hospital.
You know as well as I do it'd never get done in time.
Between that and her wealthy,
well-connected husband showing up,
I did what I had to do.
You've done this before.
Maybe I helped a few people along the way.
I forget.
( phone vibrating )
So I'm okay?
You might feel a little out of it,
but given your "Yes, we cannabis" T-shirt,
I'm guessing that's nothing new.
Um, are you going home to change?
Some Goldman Sachs guy threw a clot
and my date is off.
I am now free.
- So... - What?
I'm supposed to jump and take you to dinner?
Dude, we can skip dinner.
I'm not some toy you can just jerk off the shelf
whenever you feel like it.
This is where I grow some sack
and tell you I cancelled our reservation.
Actually, this is where I get bored and walk away.
Dude, are you high?
She doesn't want dinner.
( phone chimes )
Enough is enough.
I've been waiting all afternoon to see my wife.
Uh, to be honest, we're having some difficulty
locating her at the moment.
Are you kidding me? This hospital lost my wife?
Actually, we're not entirely sure she was ever here.
Why don't you, um, try Bellevue?
Maybe they have her.
Tell me where the fuck she is
or I will go through every goddamn room in this shithole
until I find her, and then I'm gonna sue your ass.
You seem very agitated.
Maybe I should get you some Xanax and Nembutal.
She'll come back to me.
She has nowhere else to go.
- Appreciate it. - All right, have a good one.
Oh, my God. That was so inspired.
It's like when the orphans saved Annie in the laundry basket.
You will never see her again. You have my word on that.
Are we done?
I am. You're not.
I got your text.
I'm gonna have to ask you a few questions.
You know any good lawyers?
( mouths words )
You wanna tell me where the hell you just took my patient?
To a safe house for battered women.
Mr. Farrell was a threat to our patient,
so measures were taken to make sure that she was--
Without informing any authorities.
That violates about a dozen different statutes,
putting everyone involved at risk.
Um, pretty much.
- So this was your idea, then? - It was mine.
It was mine.
- It was mine. - It was mine.
It was mine.
It wasn't mine.
Just a temp, okay? Had nothing to do with it.
Anything like this ever happens again...
come to me.
( panting )
We're at work.
I can't believe we're doing this.
Keep doing that.
- What? - That.
That is awesome.
( phone chimes )
( both moaning )
Hey, Fi, I should be home in about half an hour.
Fi: Grace is in the shower.
Fi, where is Grace? Tell me this second.
♪ 'Cause if one day you wake up ♪
♪ And find that you're missing me ♪
♪ Your heart starts to wonder ♪
♪ Where on Earth I can be... ♪
- Get your bag. - ♪ You may come back here
♪ To the place that we'd meet ♪
♪ And see me waiting for you ♪
♪ On the corner of the street ♪
♪ I'm not movin'...
You sound good.
- I'm her mom. - Mom.
You're probably a very nice kid.
You're 17, she is 14.
This is not happening.
Dinner in 20. Keep going.
( doorbell rings )
- Hey. - Hey.
I was a math major in college.
Oh, yeah?
Here to help.
- You eat? - I'm starving.
- Fi: Negative 8. - Eddie: Nice!
Nice!
This is what I'm talking about.
- You didn't have to do all that work. - ( phone vibrating )
It works every time.
Hey, you.
( theme music playing )