Jackie finally mans up and approaches Eleanor, apologizing for hanging up on her last night. "I figured you'd rather talk in person anyway, it seemed important." Eleanor admits she actually would have preferred to talk about this on the phone, which is just honest and heartbreaking. She still can't look at her. "I went up to Ortho, Jackie." She takes off; Jackie doesn't move. Something's moving in the ceiling.
Lenny appears at Admitting with a couple of eggrolls, which he slides to Zoey under the glass. "What, no duck sauce?" He pulls out two packets from one cargo pocket, and two from another, and a big pile from the last. Like a magician, like Chaplin. Then a napkin, placed square to the paper plate. Zoey finally drags Lenny to the on-call room, and commences making out with him. Eddie almost immediately walks in on them, and she's gone without a look back before Lenny can even sit up on the cot; he introduces himself to Eddie, who thinks about the old times.
Gloria roams the halls, sniffing the air. Somebody's smoking.
They haven't fixed the Virgin Mary, from the time that dude shot her. Eleanor walks by, gets a nervous call from Jackie; she lies that she's in her office and tries to be breezy. Jackie snorts, leaning against the wall in a back pew. "God, you are a worse liar than I am. You're in the old hallway. I can hear your heels all the way from the chapel." Eleanor almost snorts. "Don't tell me you've been reduced to prayer!" Jackie admits she's close, and Eleanor enters the chapel. They hang up their phones and she sits. "Kevin left me last night."
"He's back in the house now," Jackie admits after a beat. "And I knew I was fucking up with you." So that explains the phone calls, insofar as can be expected, but will she come clean about anything else? Of course not. Let's make it Eleanor's fault. "Look, I tried to tell you I did not want an MRI." Eleanor nods. "You're afraid to see the damage. I remember." Jackie admits something she's not ever admitted, and it's sort of amazing: "I'm more afraid of seeing that there's nothing wrong with me. I mean, there's plenty wrong with me..."
Eleanor can put the pieces together, and so she does. "I never lied about the pain," Jackie swears, and Eleanor agrees to that. "And how you manage the pain is a private matter." Jackie apologizes for pulling her into it, but that's still not the problem. How on earth do you say, "I falsified lab results so you would give me drugs" and have it come off where you are both heroes? I don't know, but if anybody could do it...