PLEASE DO NOT FEED THOR, reads the chapel sign. Inside, Jackie's lying back on one of the pews and fiddling with her wedding ring when Eleanor -- wearing pink scrubs, having lost a boy earlier -- sits down in the front pew. "Rough day," Jackie says, sitting up, with that spritely kidding-around voice she uses when she fucks up. Eleanor doesn't move. Jackie comes around to sit directly behind her, begging the back of her head for forgiveness, and finally Eleanor just stands and walks out again.
"You broke my heart, Jackie."
Jackie jumps in to play with Pete some more and look at the scan with him -- since Coop can't get his attention -- and she does this whole thing about "here's your curiosity and here's your coolness and here's your common sense" and I guess it's cute, but Coop is just over the moon about it. Probably thinks that Jackie is so magic that those are actual parts of the brain they didn't tell him about in med school, at this point.
She has to cut her routine short, though, because Eleanor is outside snapping Zoey's head off at the neck for asking where Jackie was. "She... Lost somebody," Jackie says. Somebody who didn't want to be found. "Were you there?" asks Zoey, and gives her a hug she needs and doesn't want.
FUCK YOU, LOVE THOR reads the sign. The saints don't matter at all, anymore.
She takes the girls to Kevin's baseball game, screaming his name and cheering, but he can barely stand to look at her. "Is this Coke or Pepsi?" asks Grace, and Jackie just shakes her head. "It's whatever you want it to be, honey."
The mom in front looks around, nervously, at the bleachers behind and above her. Lost her last Percocet. Neck spasms. Jackie looks twice as hard, eyes picking it out of the noise like a hawk. She picks it up, and hands it over; she gives the woman her soda without a thought, so she can take her last Percocet. It's whatever you want it to be.
"That shit'll kill ya," Jackie grins, and the woman nods, ruefully. She wasn't panicked, was she? She needed it. Her body's falling apart. Kevin hits a home run and the crowd goes wild.
It's whatever you want it to be. It's whatever sticks, for now.
Next week: Coop tries to win back Sam's affection; Jackie fights a war on two fronts to get her husband and her best friend back, with Eddie looking on.