Lou's glasses are fixed in the middle with tape, from where he took his spill today. Jackie borrows them, just for an hour. He smiles at her, beautiful. The rats are in the ceilings, chewing at the crumbs. Listening.
Tasha's breathing okay, as Eleanor's examining her; just in case, they check her breath, mother nattering on all the time. Showing concern, in her way. Jackie pulls Eleanor aside a moment, and they regroup.
Eleanor: "Everyone's entitled to decent health care!"
Jackie: "If you come in sick I will fix you, if you pretend to be sick I am gonna pretend to fix you."
Eleanor: "Recent history notwithstanding, I do know when I'm being swindled."
Jackie: "Oh, all right. Let it out."
Eleanor: "You'd better hope I never do."
Jackie's point is that Eleanor is encouraging Tasha to play the system, and Eleanor grins at her: Encouraging Tasha is exactly what she plans to do. Jackie's not always a step ahead. Eleanor is just rocking it this week:
"So you've been to lots of hospitals, looks like? Pretty boring, I imagine. Waiting rooms are miserable places. I really appreciate your patience. Much more interesting on this side of things. Did you ever think about becoming a doctor? Bet you'd be wonderful."
Jackie grins. She loves in Eleanor the things we love in her:
"Well, there she goes again. She always tries to get the smart ones to become doctors. The smartest people I know are the nurses, you should become a nurse. It's much cooler."
They play-fight over her, like tiger kittens. She breathes easier. Jackie breathes easier.
Since Thor won't tell Zoey if he's ever been with a woman (hoo-wee the answer is a resounding no), she won't tell him what she's eating for lunch. Sam sneaks a peek and tells, and Zoey rolls her eyes madly: "I'd have told him. When I was ready."
Thor's already happy to be unimpressed by other people's food -- it's a salad wrap, presumably from Quizno's -- when the fat, drugged, dead rat drops out of the sky and into Zoey's lunch. She jumps into Thor's arms, and everybody stares up.
Jackie drops the tortilla on the corpse and takes it into the bathroom, pissed as hell: "You messed with my stash," she grunts, and we're treated to the incredibly troubling visual of a giant grown-up rat being sucked down into the industrial pipes.