House. S06E16. Lockdown

[Ethereal music]
# #
[cries]
How about the name Brooke?
(Sarah)
She just doesn't seem
like a Brooke anymore.
Brooklyn.
She's a baby,
not a city.
What do you think, bud?
Got any suggestions?


Toadette.
I'm hungry.
I'll get you guys
something to eat.
[Baby whimpers]
You're okay.
[Baby fusses]
Okay.
[Coos]
[Whistling]
# #
I was paged?
What are you doing here?
Can we talk somewhere?
I was thinking Doroth--
Sarah?
Yeah.
Where's the baby?
[Breathes anxiously]
[Police radio chatter]
No one saw anyone
go in or out,
and the baby's
not in the nursery.
What was her condition?
Five weeks preterm.
C-section because
her mom's preeclampsia.
Is that the father?
Mr. Lozinski.
I'm Dr. Lisa Cuddy,
Dean of Medicine.
How long were you
out of the room?
Um, 15, 20 minutes
tops.
Was there a proximity alarm?
No alarms.
What's that?
The bracelet on your baby's
ankle has a microchip
that would set off alarms
if she was carried
through an exit.
Call the police.
Shut down all the exits.
We are on lockdown.
Nobody moves
until we find that baby.
# #
(Cameron)
Why won't you sign
the divorce papers?
It's been on my to-do list.
Sorry.
Will you sign them?
Not until we have
a real conversation
about our marriage.
Okay. I made a mistake
coming here.
I'm sorry.
I'm gonna leave...
This copy here.
(P.A.)
Code seven. Code seven.
All non-essential personnel
and guests
please remain where you are.
Security personnel should report
to their staging areas
and await
further instructions.
All patients,
please remain in your rooms,
and use call buttons
if you need medical assistance.
Please remain calm and wait
for hospital personnel
to come to you.
Do not try
to leave your room
until the code seven
has been lifted.
Please clear hallways.
Nurse, just leave it.
Leave it. You need to get
into the room now.
(P.A.)
Please notify hospital personnel
or police immediately
if you see anything suspicious.
We cannot allow anyone to leave
the hospital at this time.
All personnel should remain
in their staging areas
unless otherwise instructed
by security.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
gotta clear the--
(p.A.)
Thank you for your patience
and cooperation.
And did anyone
other than your nurses
ever come by
asking about your daughter?
No. No, just those two.
I'll check in soon.
Wait.
What are you doing?
No, I need to help them look.
Ow!
You have to stay in bed.
You pulled a stitch.
Lay back down.
I got it.
Why don't I give you something
to help you relax?
(Sarah)
No, no, I don't want
to relax.
I want to find my baby.
The police are searching
room by room.
Who would take her?
What if she needs to be fed?
We're gonna find her.
Why aren't the police
talking to our nurse?
What now?
Truth or dare?
Oh, no, you don't want
to mess with me.
True or dare queen
at Newton north.
I was kidding.
I'm sure we can find
something interesting
to talk about without relying
on some juvenile game.
Sure.
[Laughs uncomfortably]
Truth.
They think I took the kid?
Do you think
I would do something--
no, I'm just asking questions.
The day I let
the older brother
hold the baby
for the first time--
so I put her
in his lap.
After a few seconds,
she shrieked.
I'm pretty sure
he pinched her.
I need to know this stuff.
Anything out of the ordinary.
It was sibling rivalry.
I thought
it was kind of ordinary.
Hey.
What are you doing down here?
I was looking
for McKenna's patient file.
Oh, you mean
this file?
The one I said
I'd get?
Two hours ago?
Seriously,
you don't trust me
with the immense responsibility
of fetching a file?
If you already found it,
what are you looking
through those for?
Do you know what these are?
The staff credentials files.
Those should all be
in H.R.
Down here
to be digitized.
And we're locked in,
and whoever's supposed
to be watching 'em
is locked out.
Could look up anything
on anyone.
Malpractice records,
felony histories
put them away.
Come on.
We have a tiny window
of opportunity
to gain some insight
into our colleagues.
Okay. What if we just snoop
on the boss?
I think I can live
with that.
[Television chatter]
[Labored breath]
(House)
You're on two milligrams
of morphine an hour.
How the hell
are you still awake?
No, don't tell me.
Ischemic cardiomyopathy.
If the blood's not reaching
your gut,
you have
intestinal hypoperfusion.
That'd be stronger
than the narcotics.
The nurse said I might only have
a day or two left.
She was being kind.
You're Dr. House,
aren't you?
Oh, God, don't tell me
we used to date.
The limp.
I read about you.
I sent you a letter
before they knew
what was wrong.
I tried to get you
to take my case.
Yeah, well,
you should have kept reading.
Heart disease
is kind of below my pay grade.
It started
as tooth pain.
No one got it
that it was a heart problem.
Till I had a series
of massive heart attack--
[gulps]
[Vomiting]
This doesn't bother you?
You talking
with your mouth full?
A little.
I meant the fact
that you're standing here
watching me die
because my file bored you.
I take maybe 1 in 20 cases.
A lot of the people I turn down
end up dying.
It's really a good argument
for there being
more than one me
when you think about it.
Truth.
All right.
Have you ever had
a threesome?
No.
You haven't?
Wait, just--
just because I'm bisexual?
Well, yeah.
Do you understand
what bisexual means?
It doesn't mean you have sex
with two people at once.
[Fake chuckles]
And by the way,
you didn't ask me
if I'd had a foursome.
Truth or dare?
Wait.
You've had a foursome?
No, but now you've asked me
two questions,
so I get to ask you two.
You see
why I was the queen.
Oh!
[Radio chatter]
Walker wouldn't do
anything.
He's my son too.
I don't mean
to sound cold,
but he's your stepson.
We can't ignore
any possibility.
Walker's been getting
in fights a lot
at school lately.
Last week, he hit another kid
with a book
hard enough
to draw blood.
If he did something
to the baby...
We were working
on it.
And we failed.
No, you had a conversation
with house,
then came back,
informed me
I'd been forever poisoned
by him,
and started packing.
It's interesting how your story
leaves out the part
where you murdered
another human being.
A dictator
who was committing genocide.
You thought
about doing it yourself.
But I didn't.
Right.
Because you're not toxic
like I am.
What do you think
is gonna happen here?
You're gonna logic me
into coming back?
(Taub)
There must be over 30
malpractice settlements
in here.
He did a brain biopsy
without ct mapping,
causing brain herniation
and death.
Look at this one.
Patient lost
four liters of blood
from a botched penisectomy.
On a patient
named Lisa Cuddy?
Damn it.
They're all named Lisa Cuddy.
He's not even here,
and he's screwing with us.
Where's the joy in that?
You really want
to get into his head?
Yeah, but I decided against
stabbing myself in the leg
or getting addicted
to pain pills.
You can, uh...
Skip the stabbing.
Where did you--
confiscated them from
a drug seeker in that clinic.
Didn't get a chance
to turn 'em in.
It is after hours.
I'll take one.
Walk in House's shoes
for a night.
One?
I believe he wears
a larger size.
[The Derek Trucks Band's
Volunteered Slavery plays]
# #
no cards,
no flowers,
not even a phone call.
Let me guess.
Lighthouse keeper.
I was a classics Professor
at Princeton for 26 years.
Mostly research.
So your closest colleagues
died 2,000 years ago.
That must be it.
Not that you have no friends
because, say,
you're a miserable bastard.
[Laughs]
What do you care?
The next few hours
are gonna be grim.
There'll be nausea, pain,
no company,
as soon as I can
get myself out of here.
I can unlock
the regulator.
You can put yourself
in a narcotic haze,
sleep blissfully
to the end.
Oh, is that a favor
to me or to you?
Win-win.
[Laughs]
No, thanks.
Are you trying to guilt me
for not taking your case?
You think a classicist
doesn't believe in fate?
You think Odysseus
would lie whimpering
like a loser
in a hospital bed?
Come on,
take my offer.
Take the drug holiday.
Numb yourself out.
I think you're the one
who wants to numb himself out.
[Whirring helicopter blades]
Truth.
How did your dad react
when you came out to him?
He made me tea.
Seriously.
Doesn't matter what I tell him.
He smiles, tells me
he supports me,
and makes me
some peppermint tea.
Truth or dare?
Um, truth.
Are you dating
anyone?
Now? No.
Interesting.
You added a modifier.
Truth.
Um, when you were dating
Foreman...
No, no. No.
What?
If it was something personal
about him or us,
I just don't think
that's right to answer.
We all work together.
That's the whole point
of this game--
something personal,
preferably embarrassing.
Just pick something else.
You see,
this is your problem.
You act like
you're so liberal and open,
but you are the least--
I changed my mind.
Dare. Just no nudity.
Yes, nudity.
I want you
to show your breasts
to Taub.
That is the most
idiotic dare ever.
Have you ever played
this game?
Well, I thought showing me
your breasts
would be
a little exploitative.
Your dare
is in the future, genius.
Hey, if you're saying
you won't do it...
No, no, no, of course
I'll show my breasts to Taub.
Tomorrow, perhaps,
or maybe some time
next year, you know,
because I'm honor-bound.
Truth or dare?
It's understandable that you
wouldn't be happy right now.
Your world is changing.
You scared?
And how do you feel
about your sister?
I hate her.
Walker,
this is important.
Did you do anything
to the baby?
Did you move her
somewhere?
Hide her?
No.
Nobody'd be mad
at you.
I said no,
so stop asking me.
Bad pain day?
Bad pain month.
Since I'm not using it...
Oh, if you don't
want the morphine,
you must have something
of your own, Hmm?
I was in rehab.
I had a little problem
with the something of my own.
Now all I take
is ibuprofen,
and it's two flights up.
For the whole month?
The pain's migrated.
I think the arterial wall
is damaged.
What, you don't know?
I haven't had
an arteriogram yet.
And you don't want the test.
In case the arterial wall
is fine.
Which would mean
that the pain
is coming
from something else.
What's her name?
Interesting...
That you jump from physical pain
to long-lost love.
You're projecting.
So what's her name?
What time is it?
What does it matter
to you?
It's "t" minus four hours.
8:20.
Now tell me
who she is
and what are
the pathetically long odds
that she's gonna visit
or call.
Why that's a reason
not to take the morphine.
[Scoffs]
[Intoitus: Adorate deum
by Alberto Turco
and nova scola gregoriana]
# #
dude.
Dude.
Is the room
still spinning?
Mine is.
Maybe we shouldn't have taken
so many.
I'm gonna try
to stand up.
You be careful.
Oh, yeah.
That's working.
[Tootie ma is a big fine thing
by medeski, Scofield Martin
& wood]
I can't feel my face.
No way.
Way.
[Laughter]
Hit me.
What?
Hit me
in the face.
Seriously?
You know
you've always wanted to.
Now's your chance.
That's a great idea.
We start a fight club.
Maybe we...
Oh, my God!
You--
that is so cool!
Okay.
[Exclaims]
I can still feel
my hand.
[Laughs]
I wasn't ready.
What were you gonna do?
Flex your goatee muscles?
[Laughter]
Wait a minute.
This is your credentials file?
Hey, give me that.
That's why
you came down here.
Not for the patient file.
You wanted...
You wanted...
[Laughter]
Okay, Robert.
I will answer
whatever questions
you want.
But then you're gonna have
to sign the papers.
Did you ever love me?
How can you even ask that?
The first time you slept
with me
was because you were
on crystal meth.
I was on the drugs
because I was emotional.
It was the emotions
that led to the sex,
not the drugs.
Not true.
After that, you refused to let
it go further than just sex.
Because I knew
I was falling for you
and I didn't want to.
And that never changed.
You broke off
our vacation
because I bought you
a ring.
I got cold feet.
I'm not proud.
And then you almost
called off our wedding
because you couldn't
give up the idea
of having
your dead husband's baby.
Don't!
Don't bring him up!
Because even then,
you weren't sure about me.
Maybe if I was dying
when you married me,
it would have been
a bit different.
That's not fair.
It's not only fair,
it's exactly the point.
He was dying
when you met him,
and he was gone just a year
into the marriage.
So it was all
a honeymoon with him.
And I could never
match up to that.
The first time
reality intruded--
stop this.
Just tell me the truth.
About what?
Did you ever love me?
I don't know!
Thank you
for finally telling me.
Truth.
You said
you weren't dating anyone now.
Does that you mean
you recently were,
or soon will be?
Oh.
Look who's guarded now.
You had no problem
talking about your sex life,
but your love life...
Fine.
Dare it is.
No nudity
now or in the future.
[Tequila and Choco by
Medeski, Scofield Martin & Wood]
# #
you're too much
of a nice boy, Wilson.
Let's let the bad boy
out for a bit.
You have to go steal
one dollar right now.
From who?
Oh, come on.
Uh, interned at Hopkins.
Old news.
Here we go.
Academic probation.
I am asking you
to please stop reading.
I'm afraid
I can't do that.
Faked a lab result.
Very wrong!
And you came down
to destroy the record
before it gets digitized.
Permanentized.
Even wronger.
I...
I needed to beat
all those elite, spoiled kids
around me,
to show no weaknesses,
to win at everything.
Why'd I just tell you that?
I always talk too much
when I'm stoned.
Why'd I just tell you that?
It was stupid.
You had great grades.
One lab result
shouldn't have mattered.
Except I didn't think
I deserved to be
at a top med school
in the first place.
Again.
Faking lab results
is one thing.
But you needing to come down
here to destroy the records
12 years after the fact...
[Laughs]
This isn't about med school.
You don't think
you belong here.
At the hospital.
Dr. Taubmma,
Christopher Michael.
[Water running]
So this
is what it comes down to
in the final hours.
Deifying some lost love.
Hoping to get her on the phone
and make everything perfect.
It's pathetic.
Either you left her
for a reason
or she left you
for a reason.
A phone call is not--
it's my daughter.
So why isn't she here?
I left my family...
When Gracie was six.
I was sort of
forced out, actually,
after I'd had an affair
with a student.
For sex
or love?
Neither.
I'd only married Gracie's mother
because of the baby.
But I didn't think
I could handle commitment,
and, like any decent academic,
I proved myself right.
And what time it is
matters because?
She's a dance teacher
in Atlanta.
She gets home from work
at 9:00,
and I just wanted
to speak to her one more time.
That's my story.
What's yours?
Same thing.
Pretty much.
I'm gonna be dead
in a few hours.
Your secrets
couldn't be safer.
Unless you're keeping them
from yourself.
I like being alone.
At least I convince myself
that I'm better off that way.
And then I met someone
at a psychiatric hospital,
of all places.
She changed me.
And then she left.
We're better off alone.
We suffer alone,
we die alone.
Doesn't matter
if you're a model husband
or father of the year.
Tomorrow will be the same
for you.
But yesterday
would have been different.
Hey, Dar--Daria.
Dr. Wilson.
Could you cook me up
a chicken sandwich?
Grill's closed.
It's important medically.
Dr. Hadley needs
a high-protein meal right now.
She doesn't like
to talk about it,
but she has hypoproteinemia.
We got chicken salad.
Yeah.
That's cold.
She needs to eat warm protein
for this disease?
Well, we could give her
cold protein
whose uptake enzymes
haven't been activated,
as long as you don't mind her
risking liver and kidney failure
and eventual death.
But, hey, it's worth it
so you don't have
to flip on the grill.
You don't have
to be obnoxious about it.
[Leseux guitares - tziga
russe by les yeus noirs]
# #
[alarm rings]
How do you look
so okay?
I spent months wondering
how I made it go bad.
If you never loved me,
then--
then I didn't
do anything wrong.
Hey.
Allison, come on.
It's all right.
I still don't know
why I said that.
It's not even true.
I did love you.
Just...
Not in a way
that wouldave ever worked.
Why not?
Because everything
you said is true.
I'm a mess.
I married a man
I knew was dying.
So God knows how screwed up
I already was.
Him dying messed me up
even more.
I pushed you
out of my life.
And I-I'm unfixable.
[Laughs]
Not you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry too.
[Pen clicks]
(Thirteen)
Truth.
Shut up.
I'm sorry.
It's not your fault.
No, I didn't even play fair.
You asked me
how my dad reacted
when I told him
I was bisexual.
And the huntington's.
No tea party?
I never told him.
He's been through enough.
So he just visits his
heterosexual, healthy daughter,
and you go out to dinner
and a movie
and talk about your garden?
I work late.
He's staying
at my house.
It's easier
if I stay elsewhere
as much as I can.
You can't suppress your life
for his convenience.
You don't see
a little irony in that?
That's exactly
what you do for house.
When he moved in with you,
you bought a bigger place
for him.
No wonder
you're not dating anyone.
You're right.
That woman, the woman
I'm not involved with,
her name is Sam carr.
But in 1990 and 1991,
it was Sam Wilson.
Your ex-wife?
No, my mother.
Yes, my ex-wife.
Ex number one.
She friended me
a few weeks ago.
We started emailing.
It turns out
she's recently divorced,
and I wanted
to ask her out.
You can't take a woman
to dinner,
or else house
will go running
straight back
to the loony bin?
You're not worried
about house.
You're worried
about yourself.
Because she's an ex.
So even dinner will mean
it's immediately serious.
What are your favorite parts
that you remember?
I liked how I would wake up
in the middle of the night,
you'd put your arm around me,
and you wouldn't even wake up.
I liked watching you stand up
to your dad at christmas
when he yelled
at your mom.
How you didn't even know
you were strong.
But you were.
What do you miss?
I miss a lot.
But when I think
about missing you,
i think
about that dance class
that we took
for the wedding.
It's weird.
I think, he's never
gonna hold me like that again.
[Elvis Costello's Alison plays]
# #
[laughs]
Oh, God.
# Oh, it's so funny
to be seeing you #
# after so long, girl #
# and with the way you look #
# I understand
that you were not impressed #
# but I heard you let
that little friend of mine #
I'm gonna miss this too.
# Take off your party dress #
# #
published in
The New England Journal at 26?
Finished all the lab work
a year earlier.
Led a group of surgeons
to fix cleft palates
in Bangladesh?
What can I say? That concert
was very moving to me.
I have to take a knee.
I don't get it.
This has got to be the most
spectacular file down here.
Why are pretending
to be ashamed?
I would trade mine
for yours in a second.
When I was in med school,
I thought I'd be house
some day.
Instead, I am
a fellow
working with--
working for people
years younger than me.
So we both have
a few regrets.
You should be proud
of yours.
Your life's been trending up.
No news.
How you holding up?
You let them sedate you?
Yeah.
Do you have kids?
A little girl.
I adopted her
last year.
I adopted Walker right after
Donald and I got married.
What if I can never love Walker
the way I love my daughter?
Does that make me
a horrible person?
Let me get you
some tissues.
Did you request
some extra towels?
No.
What--why?
There are eight towels
in Sarah's room.
Okay.
There should only be four.
Housekeeping handles towels.
I need you to track down
their logs,
figure out
who was up there and when.
Because they got
extra towels?
Just find the logs.
Now.
Adrienne,
you okay?
Sure.
What's wrong?
Adrienne, give me
your arm.
The hair on her left arm
is standing up.
Asymmetric
neurological function.
She's having
a pilomotor seizure.
She seemed fine
a minute ago.
She was.
She's probably been having
complex seizures all day.
She would be
basically functional,
but more or less
acting on autopilot.
She probably dropped
the towels off twice.
She could have taken
the baby.
We never really did
have a proper good-bye.
[Door locks]
It's 9:00.
[Dialing]
[Phone rings]
(Gracie)
It's Gracie.
I can't come to the phone,
so please leave a message.
[Beep]
I guess
she's running late.
You don't seem
that surprised.
That's what you expected
to get.
You waited until you knew
she'd be out.
Her aunt said
that she starts work late.
Every now and then,
I just call to hear
her voice on the machine.
I was never there
when she needed me, so...
What right do I have
to need her now?
None.
Just means
you're a hypocrite.
'Cause apparently
you do.
[Dial tone]
[Redialing]
Forget about rights.
Just tell her
what you need to tell her.
[Phone ringing]
(Gracie)
It's Gracie.
I can't come to the phone,
so please leave a message.
[Beep]
Gracie...
This is...
Your father.
I love you.
[Hangs up phone]
anything?
We've covered every room
on maldonado's logs.
Been everywhere she's been.
Where's the other cart?
Isn't there usually
another cart in here?
[Murmuring from cart]
Hey.
[Coos]
Okay.
[Baby cries]
Okay.
[Laughs]
Hi.
[Sighs]
Oh.
[Birds and Ships
by Billy Bragg and Wilco]
# #
# the birds areinging #
# in your eyes today #
# sweet flowers blossom #
# in your smile #
# but my soul is stormy #
# and my heart blows wild #
# my sweetheart
rides a ship #
# on the sea #
(man)
Anyone in there?
Lockdown's over.
# #
I should go.
Yeah.
I just asked Sam
to dinner.
Little baby's
all growed up.
You gonna tell your dad?
I'll stop by his hotel,
talk to him.
Hotel?
You said he was staying
at your apartment.
Was there any truth
in anything you said?
The part about it being
a good idea for you to call Sam.
That was true.
Good night, Remy.
Good night, James.
(P.A.)
Code seven has been lifted.
Repeat, code seven
has been lifted.
You want your file?
Nah.
Good for you.
(P.A.)
All hospital personnel may leave
their staging areas
and report back
to their departments.
Thank you
for your cooperation.
We don't have
to tell anybody what we--
mm-mm.
You got
the patient file?
I'll grab it.
Thanks.
See you tomorrow.
[Shredder buzzing]
I think I'm ready
to take you up on your offer.
[Dial beeping]
[Door slides open]
(Male security guard)
Dr. House?
Lockdown ended
a few minutes ago.
Yeah. I know.
I'm sorry
I didn't take your case.
Me too.
Gracie...
Was the cutest six-year-old
you ever saw.
[Once in a blue moon
by mabel mercer]
# Once in a blue moon #
# you will find
the right one #
# once in a blue moon #
# find your dear
delight one #
# then with a thrill #
# you'll know
that love is true #
# once in a lifetime... #
interesting night, huh?
Interesting.

House. S06E15. Black Hole

It's estimated
the observable universe
is 93 billion
light-years across.
It's probably
more accure...
I'm gonna be so far away.
I don't care.
I don't want to break up.
I'll come on the weekends.
Stanford's on the other side
of the country.

My dad has, like, ten million
frequent flyer miles.
He won't care.
Oh.
Are we all right over here?
Uh, yes, Mr. Damon.
I just had something
caught in my throat.
Boy, you know you're not
supposed to have
any food
or drinks in here.
Oh, it's just water.
I have a cough.
I didn't want
to disturb anyone.
We can only observe
4% of the universe.
The rest of it
is unaccounted for.
I never knew you
were such a good liar.
Well, a little more vodka,
and you might find out
some more things
you didn't know about me.
Really?
Nicholas.
Yes, sir?
What conclusions can we draw
from the incredible
number of stars?
That the movie's either gonna be
really good or really bad.
I was thinking more
about the implications
for extraterrestrial life.
Well, I guess if there's
an infinite number of stars,
odds are there's at least
one galaxy with life
other than our own
or
pr... not?
Or our solar system
is somehow unique.
The question then becomes,
"in what way?"
The question then becomes,
"could you possibly teach us
anything more useless?"
What are you looking at?
Abby?
Oh, my God. Something's wrong.
She's not breathing.
Abby?
Call 911.
# #
Would you mind
at least putting a napkin
under your jelly toast?
Get a table, and I won't
eat it on the couch.
Yes, you will.
But I won't have
a good excuse.
Why don't you
go get a table?
Not my condo.
You have my permission.
Pick out
whatever you want.
Then it would be
a reflection of me, not you.
That wouldn't be right.
No, it would be
a reflection of the fact
that the guy who's been
mooching off of me
for as long
as I can remember
isn't a complete ingrate.
You've never
furnished a home.
I have furnished
a bunch of homes.
No, you've married
a bunch of women
who furnished
a bunch of homes.
You want to eat
off something? Fine.
Move your piano in here
and eat off that.
You're afraid.
Of a dining table?
You know, they don't
actually come to life
when you put a knob
off your bedpost on them.
You are what you sit in.
Your friends, your job,
your furnishings--
it all defines you.
You don't really
believe that.
You just don't want to do
the shopping.
Buy some furniture,
or admit that you're
empty inside.
Huh.
X-rays confirm the fluid
that almost suffocated
her to death
was from pulmonary edema.
Means the problem's either
in her heart or lungs.
Tox screen's clean
for everything
except the alcohol,
and her B.A.C. was barely .05.
That means she only had
one or two drinks, tops.
And there's no sign
of trauma.
How'd you know?
Because if there was,
Cuddy wouldn't have needed me
to take the case.
How do you know Cuddy--
Foreman's the only one
with the balls to take a case
without checking with me,
and he's still
working on breakfast,
which means that the...
18...
no, 17-year-old
honor student--
Cuddy has a soft spot
for smart girls,
and they don't start drinking
until second semester,
senior year.
So either you think
that smart women
look out for each other,
which means you're an idiot,
or you think Cuddy's
not smart, which means...
well, I guess
it's the same both ways.
Then how did you--
Picture fell out of the file.
She looks smart.
Where's Taub?
You don't already know?
Yeah, he's at home
in a fight with his wife.
I'm just curious
what he wanted me to know.
His car has a flat tire.
He's waiting for a tow truck.
Qhat about rising
blood pressure
from binge drinking?
It could set off
a hypertensive crisis,
cause heart failure.
Two drinks
is hardly a binge.
Certainly not
if you're an Aussie.
But when
an american schoolgirl
has two drinks
before 10:00 am,
it's a pretty sure bet that
the plan is to have a lot more.
Probably wasn't the first time
she had that plan.
We'll get
a C-13-pyruvate mri
to check for cardiac
lactic-acid levels.
Someone call Taub.
Tell him to cut the ball
and chain on his own time.
We're arguing
about couples yoga?
No.
We're arguing over the fact
that we don't ever do
anything together anymore.
We don't ever do
anything together?
Chris, I love you, but I swear,
if you start talking to me
like I'm on
the witness stand again,
I'm gonna break your neck.
Honey, we do stuff
together all the time.
Really? Like what?
Besides sleeping, watching tv,
going out to dinner,
what do we do together,
just the two of us?
We...
You don't like
going out to dinner?
All right,
I'll do the yoga.
Forget it.
Now you don't want me
to do it?
Just go to work.
No.
I'm not leaving
until we work this out.
I'm fine.
Please, just go.
Where's Abby Nash?
I'm Nick, her boyfriend.
This is my dad.
Hi.
You can wait in--
Where is she?
Is she okay?
She's having some tests run.
Is she okay?
We think her drinking
may have damaged her heart.
Her heart?
No, she doesn't drink,
Not that much.
Just when she's at school?
Nick, what's he
talking about?
It was a field trip.
One of the kids had a fake I.D.
But, dad, you know Abby.
Tell him.
Well, I know
what she's like
when the two of you
are around me, but...
If you're right,
the tests
will come back negative.
Can you give her
a message?
I brought her homework...
and I love her.
Sorry I'm late.
Nick loves you.
House doesn't believe
you got a flat tire.
What does he think
I was doing?
Fighting with the wife.
Why would I lie about that?
She wants me to do yoga.
We need thinner cuts.
When you and Cameron
had disagreements--
I'm probably
not the best guy
to go to
for marital advice.
Sorry.
It's just--
Punch in
to the mitral valve.
All right,
I get the message.
No--no, I'm serious.
What is that?
Could be a fungus.
E.R. drew blood cultures--
all negative,
no parasites, no fungus.
It could be fastidious
enteric bacteria.
You think she's been eating
your wife's cooking?
Hey, I'm on your side, man.
I am not fighting
with my wife.
I had a flat tire.
It's in my trunk.
You can go look at it
if you want.
Don't need to.
Face tells me
you're bluffing.
Not yours--Chase's.
If she was infected
through the intestinal tract,
she'd have intestinal symptoms.
There are other ways
to get enteric bacteria
into the bloodstream.
She's not
an intravenous drug user,
she has no tattoos,
and she doesn't have
any scars
that would indicate
she's a cutter.
Transesophageal echo
could give us a better idea
of what we're looking at.
If that valve
is about to dehisce,
echo could trigger
a heart attack.
So come up
with a better idea
or have a crash cart ready.
Why are you
lying to house?
Chase told me.
What's the big deal?
Maybe we can talk
about this another time...
or never.
I really don't think
she's gonna tell anyone.
If I admit we're fighting,
he's gonna want
to know what about.
So tell him,
or tell him
it's none of his business.
This is easier.
Really? Because it seems
much harder.
What do I know?
I'm not a guy.
Yes...
If only I could be as open about
my emotional life as you are.
It's not about the yoga.
Really?
I thought it was,
since we spent an hour
talking about yoga,
but what do I know?
I'm not a girl.
My guess is she thinks you don't
want to spend time with her
because you're spending it
with someone else.
If she thinks I'm cheating,
she would ask.
Because
you'd tell the truth?
I'm not seeing
anyone else.
Doesn't matter.
You have a history.
And that's not her fault.
So what am
I supposed to do?
I can't prove a negative.
That is a problem.
There's the heart.
Valves look fine--
no vegetations,
no myxomatous changes.
Can you give her
a little more sedative?
She's dissecting.
She's rupturing.
Get the scope out.
Aah!
This doesn't make sense.
Her B.P. is normal, and
her heart rate was controlled.
We'll figure it out later.
We've only got about
30 seconds to get her open.
No leakage
from cannulation site.
Nice.
Let's see
if she'll start up.
Cardiac paddle.
Charging.
And go.
Come on.
Again.
Go.
Pushing five ccs
adrenaline.
Zap her again.
No.
It's not working.
Clear.
Clear.
Normal sinus rhythm.
Thank God.
T.E.E. and intra-operative
visualization
showed no vegetations
on the valves,
No structural abnormalities.
The dissection
means we were wrong
about alcohol causing
a hypertensive crisis.
And by "we" you mean "you."
Yeah. You were the one who
didn't have any better ideas.
It's not my fault.
I was busy
trying to judge Taub.
Since we already
ruled out trauma,
the dissection's probably
a genetic defect.
We're running the tests.
She's not marfanoid.
What about an allergy?
A severe enough one
could set off
a systemic immune reaction,
cause fluid in the lungs,
and inflammation
that could weaken the aorta.
If it was an allergy,
she'd be getting better
in the hospital,
not worse.
Unless it was inside her.
Meaning?
You want my sperm?
We think a severe
allergic reaction
could be causing
systemic breakdown.
To my son's sperm?
Actually, his semen
is more likely the problem,
which, I realize, is not
what you were reacting to.
When's the last time
the two of you
had unprotected sex?
Never.
I use a condom.
You always use a condom...
For everything?
Well, for most everything.
When?
The night
before she collapsed.
I'm placing a drop of Nick's
semen protein onto the skin.
Then I'll abrade it
with a needle,
Check for a rash
in an hour or so.
Mom, come on...
we've been dating
for three years.
Look, I'm not mad,
sweetheart.
I'm just confused.
A systemic reaction
can be triggered
by the protein in semen.
In most cases,
the reaction is fairly minor.
But in rare cases,
repeat exposure can trigger
a hypersensitivity response.
Repeat exposure?
Ugh, I know, I know--
Three years.
Is it supposed to hurt?
The reaction
should take longer than...
No, it's not that.
Ow.
Abby, what's wrong?
My stomach.
Blood in the urine.
Aah! Aah!
Aah! Aah!
Help me! Aah!
No allergic reaction.
On the other hand,
now her kidneys are failing.
Could be some kind
of neuropathy.
Syphilitic
lightning pains?
It's not syphilis.
Vdrl and enzyme immunoassays
were negative.
What about a blood clot?
While she's on anticoagulants
from the aortic surgery?
Interstitial nephritis?
Wouldn't cause the edema
or dissection.
But cancer could.
Would you care to be
a little more specific?
If I could, I would have.
We could do
a full-body scan.
We hate full-body scans.
And by "we" you mean "you."
We also hate
when a patient dies
before we figure out
what's wrong with them.
Do the scan.
How can you convince someone
you're not cheating on them?
Don't cheat.
After a while,
they'll catch on.
What if I don't want
to wait that long?
Take them with you wherever
you go for 24 hours a day.
So your wife's
a little insecure.
Is that so bad?
At least you know
she still cares.
I know she cares.
What I want is for her
to be happy.
What?
You don't think
I want my wife to be happy?
Sure...
As long as it makes
you happy.
What do you think?
I think
you work quickly.
Piece of cake--
You give them money,
they give you furniture.
Not bad, huh?
Nope.
It's not bad at all.
It's taking
a really long time.
Just hang in there
and try not to talk
unless you really have to.
It can affect the images.
What was that?
Hello?
Are you still there?
I think there's something
wrong with the machine.
It's not the machine.
It's an earthquake.
Hold on.
We'll get you out.
Get me out now.
Aah!
Ugh!
Aah!
Oh, my God!
I can't hold on!
It's a black hole.
She's hallucinating.
I certainly hope so.
Hallucination
means brain problem.
Brain problems
don't split your aorta.
A vascular problem
could explain both.
Inflammation
in the blood-vessel walls
leads to dsection
in the aorta
and could cause
an aneurysm in the brain
that could cause
the visions.
It's a bit convoluted,
but brain and heart function
are susceptible too.
If there was any sign
of inflammation of the aorta,
that would make sense.
House!
It's not funny.
I got enough
problems already.
Trust me.
This is gonna help.
An aneurysm explains
the hallucinations.
And it's the one thing
we haven't excluded
from the differential.
Your texting does not prove
you're faithful.
Just proves you know
she thinks you're unfaithful.
Can't force trust.
What did she hallucinate?
The content
of the hallucination
isn't relevant.
Not usually.
Not ever.
We know nothing.
Brain knows all.
You get an ulcer,
you don't know it,
but the brain increases
mucin secretions.
It knows
what the problem is,
knows where
the problem is.
It's a big logical jump
from a body's immune response
to the brain giving
subconscious diagnostic clues.
What about dreaming
about waterfalls,
Running streams if you need
to go to the bathroom?
Sure. That's the same
as the brain shouting,
"you have
pancreatic cancer."
Her subconscious is trying
to tell her something.
We need to eavesdrop.
She was screaming she was being
sucked into a black hole,
ao we should look
for a tumor in her anus?
We need the whole story.
The cognitive pattern
recognition program
might tell us
what's going on in her head.
Or we could act
on something
based in science,
not science fiction.
Get an mra with contrast
to see if she
has an aneurysm,
unless you think Cuddy's
gonna go for the mind reading.
Fine.
Do the mra.
When it comes back negative,
we can move on to the...
crazy but possible ideas.
What did you do
with the furniture?
I returned it.
You told me to buy it.
But you didn't buy it.
You rented it.
You made one phone call
to Economy Furniture Supply--
"we get it done
so you don't have to."
So what?
We had a table, chairs--
But no clue
what any of it meant.
Fine.
I'll hire a decorator.
Perfect. Another woman
to tell you who you are.
I'll hire
a male decorator.
Step inside
one furniture store
and find one thing
you like.
I like not doing this.
One.
Abby.
Hi.
Where's my mom?
She went down
to get some breakfast.
How are you feeling?
Well, besides the fact
that I can barely breathe
and I ache all over,
not good.
Anything I can do?
Just don't go.
I'm not going anywhere.
Been a while since
we've gone more than a day
without doing that.
I'm not going anywhere.
What'd you say?
I've been thinking.
Been a long time since
we went more than a day
without doing that.
We have a secret.
Now, you don't need to answer
right now, but...
Abby, I want to marry you.
Tell him the secret.
It's okay.
Something's wrong.
What?
Abby, what are you feeling?
I don't know.
Your secret
is killing you.
I see, um...
maybe it's all the medication.
I'm just--um...
Abby.
Can you hear me?
You deserve to die.
We need four milligrams
lorazepam.
She seized
for over a minute.
Inner-ictal E.E.G.
showed no
synchronous discharges.
And the mra?
No aneurysms or arterial
or venous malformations
in the brain.
As predicted.
What did we say
we'd move on to?
Out-of-body experiences
can be induced
by sensory overload
in the temporoparietal junction.
Temporoparietal junction
was clean on mri,
mra, and whole-body scan.
Which just leaves us
with the question
of what happened during
the out-of-body experience.
If I say
her blood pressure
shot up over 200
and she bit her tongue,
would that be
a satisfactory answer?
Sure. If you then went on
to answer the following--
did she float above her body?
Did she see jesus?
Did she bathe
in the Ganges?
No, no, and no.
Can we get back
to the medical science?
No.
She claims she emerged
from her body
as a younger version of herself
and started talking.
She couldn't remember
what was discussed.
But I'm sure
it wasn't a differential.
House, cognitive
pattern recognition
is 50 years from being
a useful diagnostic tool.
Even if we can
get the equipment,
it takes hours
for the initial mapping.
If she has another seizure,
she could stroke out.
Coincidentally,
she could also have a stroke
if we do nothing.
I'm not telling a mother
who's scared out of her mind
that our best shot
is a magic trick.
It's not magical.
It's experimental.
Just like washing your hands
after pooping once was.
And technically,
it's not our best shot.
I'm pretty sure
it's our only shot.
Perfect.
So, Foreman,
go get her consent.
The rest of you go down
to the cog sci lab.
Equipment
should already be there.
I'll catch up.
Thanks for the invite.
I'm not sure I'm up
for the hospital food.
Good, 'cause I wasn't
planning on lunch.
While you watch video clips,
a computer maps how your brain
processes the images.
How long
will it take?
Six hours. But that's
really just the prep.
Once the computer maps how
she processes the information,
we'll put her
under twilight sedation,
use the same equipment
to monitor her
unconscious thoughts.
Hopefully, it'll spit out
a very basic video
of whatever's
going on in her head.
And what will
that tell you?
Hopefully,
it'll give us a clue
as to where your brain
thinks the problem is.
A lot of "hopefullys."
Could it hurt her?
We're at
a diagnostic dead end.
We've got to try
something.
This is much better
than lunch.
I agree.
What made you
think of this?
I missed you.
No, I-I mean this--
car, in the parking lot.
I just don't like feeling
like maybe this isn't
the first time you've done this.
It's the first.
I love you.
You know that, right?
Yes.
I want you to be able
to trust me.
And I want to, but--
Inspiration point doesn't open
till after dark.
Got a real cool magic show
about to start.
Also, I'm gonna need
to check your spare.
Abby, can you think
of something specific?
Like what?
Doesn't matter.
Just make it a single image.
What are you thinking?
About Nick
playing baseball.
Holy crap.
That's amazing.
Yeah.
Now all we have to do
is read her subconscious
and hope that
it's completely rational
and went to med school.
Does anything
get you excited?
Can I help you
with something?
Yes. Uh, I was wondering
if you could tell me
a little bit
about this dining table.
It's made of wood,
and you eat off it.
So you're paid
by commission?
It's furniture.
Find something you like.
Let me know.
I'll ring it up.
Thank you so much.
Okay, that's--
that's not the one.
That is
a remarkable collection,
if I can show it to you.
I'm Gabriella.
I'm really just looking
for a nice dining-room table.
I see.
You're daring.
Yes, I do that
sometimes,
but...
Right now
why am I daring?
You're not
constrained by rules.
What else attracts you
in the patio section?
Wait, this
is a patio tab--
For outside?
Well, it's taken us
just over an hour
to prove that she has
a very boring subconscious.
Anyone ever tell you
you can be a real buzzkill?
Yes.
Stars?
Maybe that's a stripe?
It's the sky.
She's thinking
about the moon
and the stars
and the sky.
She's going to Stanford
to study physics.
It's not a big revelation
that she'd think about the sky.
Or star could be
a white blood cell.
Leukemia?
Who's that?
Her dad?
He died
when she was eight.
What did daddy die of?
Um, private-plane crash--
no connection.
Stars, moon, sky,
qhite blood cells,
heart valves,
black holes, or anus
or a million other circular
passageways into the body
and her dad.
What do you think
it means?
She likes school,
and she has daddy issues--
Neither of which
helps us.
So now what do we do?
Start over?
We obviously
missed something.
What about the liver?
What about her left toe?
Oh, sorry.
I thought we were randomly
picking out body parts
that had nothing to do
with her symptoms.
Liver's responsible
for proteins,
immunological effects,
production of red blood cells.
Might be able
to explain the lungs,
the hallucinations.
Not the aortic dissection.
Kidneys are also failing.
We add in polycystic disease,
could explain the dissection.
So that's one
imperfect theory,
plus a rare complication
of a second theory,
which gives us
a complete explanation.
Don't polish
the notion, Foreman.
Pineal gland
is calcified.
It'supposed to be
calcified.
Happens after puberty.
What if
it's obscuring a tumor?
It's the only place
we couldn't look inside.
Get a better look
at her pineal gland
with three tesla
fast spin echo mri.
You're pacing my office
'cause you're buying furniture?
No, I'm pacing
your office
because I'm physically incapable
of buying furniture.
For Amber's old place?
Yeah.
Uh, it needs some new--
I know you bought
the place I wanted.
You're a jerk.
Let's move on.
Hire a decorator.
I'm supposed to find me.
Backpack through Europe.
I know it's hard to believe,
but you know what says
even more
about who you are
than your furniture?
The fact that you are
letting House
tell you how
to buy furniture.
Call Beatrice.
Mri revealed
no remarkable features
on her pineal gland.
But there were slightly
elevated levels
of lactate dehydrogenase
isoenzymes.
Which we would expect to see
if there was an allergic
reaction happening.
There's definitely
no allergy.
Parasite?
There's this
middle eastern parasite--
How exactly do you
want to be shot down?
On the basis of the fact
that she's never been within
6,000 miles of the middle east,
or on the basis of the fact
that all our scans
and urine samples
came back clean?
And yet
she's still failing,
system after system.
So either we find
the answer at autopsy
or...
What?
I got nothin'.
I was gonna head out.
If there's any change,
I assume you'll page me?
Are you having an affair?
Does it bother you
that your wife
doesn't have the guts
to actually ask that question,
and I do?
On both ends, yes.
Difference is,
I'm not afraid of the answer.
And I might believe you.
I'm not having an affair.
But you want to.
No, I don't.
I'm through
living like that.
Why?
What, you finally got
to the point
where half your age plus seven
just isn't young enough?
Talk to you later,
House.
Or is it because you now really
are old enough to be their--
the dad.
Does he travel for work?
What do you mean,
"does he"?
He died
almost ten years ago.
Not hers,
her boyfriend's.
He's the one in her visions.
I'm your son's
girlfriend's doctor.
Oh.
It's a mouthful,
But probably not
as tricky as your title.
Um, okay.
Is Abby gonna be all right?
Do you travel a lot?
Yeah, I have
a food-import business. Why?
Where'd you go?
All over--
France, Italy,
the mediterranean. Why?
I think you exposed her
to a parasite.
Oh.
I thought the scans
didn't show any.
Because she
doesn't have any.
But you just said--
it's cool.
My theory is that her body
was able to kill off
the parasite,
but what it couldn't do
was get rid
of the shell,
which doesn't show up
on the scans.
That little piece
of microscopic garbage
set off
an allergic reaction
called cerebellar
schistosomiasis
Delayed
hypersensitivity allergy,
or cusdehaaa.
Risky, unpleasant treatment,
but completely curable.
Well, that's fantastic.
You'd think so,
wouldn't you?
Only thing is,
did you ever have sex
with your son's girlfriend?
Where the hell do you
get off asking--
Shut up.
See, I can't treat this
unless I can confirm it,
and the only way
she could have been exposed
to this parasite
is sexually,
which means
she's gonna die very soon
unless you admit
that you slept with her.
Dad?
What's going on?
Gee, this is bad,
because you now have to choose
between her living
and the truth
becoming public.
And frankly,
given what the truth is,
it's a tough call.
You'd broken up.
She was crying.
Your girlfriend is not
allergic to your semen.
She's allergic
to the Egyptian parasite
swimming around
in your dad's semen.
You slept with Abby?
I was drunk.
We both...
No need to explain.
Technically, she was legal.
Wait, wait, wait.
Wait. Wait!
Hey...
All things considered,
it's actually great news.
So what do you think?
You wussed out,
and you used a decorator.
Why can't that be me--
The wuss
who loves decorators?
'cause it's not.
Okay. It's not.
But don't return it.
I can't keep doing this.
You have to.
You can't keep letting
other people define you.
Not another elephant.
Decorator
didn't pick this.
You're gonna have to buy
your own cape.
# #
I like what this says
about you, Wilson.
# #
# we skipped
the light fandango #
# turned cartwheels
'cross the floor #
# I was feeling
kind of seasick #
# the crowd called out
for more #
# the room
was humming harder #
# as the ceiling
flew away... #
I don't remember him
at the wedding.
Do you?
I don't remember most of the
people who were at our wedding.
Which is why...
I thought I'd ask
the love of my life
to marry me.
We're already married.
I want to be better at it.
Oh, it's beautiful.
# turned a whiter #
# shade of pale #
# #
What'd you tell him?
That it doesn't mean
she doesn't love him.
And he bought it?
It's true.
Your wife say yes?
How did you know--
Monkey see, monkey do.
At least he has
the young and stupid excuse.
She said yes.
Good for you.
Thank you.
# that her face
at first just ghostly #
# turned a whiter #
# shade of pale #

House. S06E14. Private Lives

* got me mixed up,
so I turned out the light *
* and I don't know how... *
Are you ever coming to bed?
I still say
I'm a vegetarian.
Well, you can say
that you're an astronaut,
But that doesn't make it true.
A salmon is not a vegetable,
Frankie.



Well, apparently, eight out of
ten commenters agree with you.
Except for the part
where you said,
"I believe
what I want to believe."
That they found
a little judgmental.
You blogged our argument?
I asked you to quit
talking about me.
I don't want a bunch of people
that I don't know
Hearing stuff that's meant
to be between me and you.
I write about my life.
And you're a big part
of that.
That's great. I want to be
a big part of your life.
But I don't want to be
a big part of their lives.
Take it down,
erase it, delete it.
Make it go away.
Come on, man.
It's 2:00 in the morning.
These walls are made
out of tissue paper.
I gotta be up in three hours
to do a wiring job in Edison.
I'm sorry.
We'll try to hold it down.
Sorry.
Frankie,
what happened?
whoa, whoa.
That's not what you think.
Something's wrong.
We need a police car
at 152 Haverhill.
Whoa, what are you two
talking about?
Oh, my God.
Are you all right?
I think it's coming
From my gums.
what are you doing tonight?
Masturbating.
I'd invite you,
But people are
already talking.
It's pathetic.
You divide your nights
Between porn
and the discovery channel.
Right.
Playing dance dance revolution
Is a much better choice.
Okay, that was a gift
from a patient,
And it happens
to be great exercise.
I mean,
who rents porn anymore?
Can't you get this stuff
on the internet?
You can.
But you can't get disc two
with the director's commentary.
Come out with me tonight.
I'm going speed dating.
You mean you're dating
on meth?
Count me in.
You need to meet somebody.
This way,
you meet 20 somebodies.
Over a five-minute discussion
of proust?
Speed dating's
a meat market.
Yeah, dozens of women
just waiting to be hit on.
Your odds of a happy ending
are nearly as good
As staying home
and watching porn.
You plan on doing
any work today?
I thought I might do
a little light doctoring
In the afternoon.
28-year-old female
sudden unexplained coagulopathy.
Could be
congenital thrombocytopenia.
Platelets look normal.
patient makes money
doing freelance photography.
Some photographic processes
produce toxic gases.
she's a blogger.
I can't see her photos
being anything but digital.
What does she blog?
Politics?
Dominatrix? Cooking?
'cause I need recipes.
it's a personal journal.
I don't get putting
your whole life online.
it's not that crazy.
Privacy's basically
a modern invention.
Towns used to be too small
for anybody
To keep any secrets.
What if it's not the platelets,
but the glue
That holds 'em together?
No.
Thrombin and von Willebrand
factor are normal.
and knowing too much
about each other
Is exactly
why people leave small towns
And move to the city.
and a lot of people
choose to stay
Because, in return
for zero privacy,
You get community,
connection.
Big red as for our tunics.
Connections are for airports.
For people, we have
over 300 cable channels.
her photos may be digital--
Doesn't mean
she couldn't have been exposed
To some other toxin.
We should search
the apartment.
Eeny, meeny, miny,
Thirteen and tiny.
This one's locked.
I'm supposed you took
the pro-community position.
I have friends.
I like people.
You also like secrets.
You deny it,
It sort of proves
my point.
When we're left
to our own devices,
We make lousy choices.
Ignore it.
I can hear you in there.
Open the door,
or I'm calling the cops.
We're four stories up,
but there's a fire escape
On the other wall.
The ledge
might be wide enough.
We're doctors.
We aren't stealing anything.
We're collecting samples.
Who are you?
The neighbor.
Did they say that you could
come in here and--
Yup. What do you know
about Frankie and Taylor?
Not much.
The guy works a lot.
I see Frankie around.
We argue
a few times a week,
And then we go back
about our business.
What do you argue about?
Frankie's got
some strong opinions.
Wants to recycle
every molecule of trash.
You take
the anti-recycling position?
Trash piling up
for composting's
Attracting every rat
in the neighborhood.
I had
to put down poison.
It's her private drawer.
What are you doing over there?
She said
she doesn't have any secrets.
I'm taking her
at her word.
Is there any chance
Frankie touched the rat poison?
Touched it?
She grabbed a chunk of it
Right out of the mouth
of the schnauzer
From down the hall.
Now every time I put the stuff
down, she picks it back up.
* oh *
* *
* come on *
* can you feel it *
* everybody can make up
their own mind *
* running round in circles *
* gettin' left behind *
You brought a date?
Wilson seemed to think
it was a good idea.
You need to dive back
into the pool.
And he has to swim
in ours?
You go to a bar,
you bring your ugly friends.
It's not a beauty pageant.
Life is a beauty pageant.
Little girls who kiss frogs
expect them to turn into you.
Oh, come on.
I'm not that good-looking.
Yeah, you are.
You kind of are.
So you attribute
every relationship
I've ever had to the height
of my cheekbones?
Not the whole relationship.
Just the beginning.
The rest is your hair.
This is ridiculous.
Women aren't as distracted
By appearances as we are.
They look deeper.
You wanna bet?
You can't tell anyone
you're a doctor.
You're unemployed.
You're also a little slow,
Misunderstanding
everything they say.
And lose the accent.
A hundred bucks says
you still walk out of here
With a dozen names.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the fun is about to start.
When I strike this gong,
each man should sit at the table
You've been assigned.
When I strike it again,
date's over,
Move on.
I'm an oncologist.
Oh, my aunt and my grandma,
they both died
From breast cancer.
Do--do you wanna
talk about it?
I'm a diagnostician.
I find out what's wrong
with people, and I fix it.
Don't all doctors do that?
Yeah, but they can't dance
like I can.
I play video games.
Oh.
Professionally?
I wish, bro.
After six months of chemo, we
thought he was out of the woods.
I don't want kids.
Check.
I'm thinking about going
from a "c" to a "d."
Quadruple check.
And I'm on fire
for the lord.
I'm a chocolatier.
I could tell
by your hips.
Yeah, I guess I could afford
to lose a few pounds.
I don't think I know anybody
who died of cancer.
Thank God.
For you, I mean.
Obviously.
Except my cat.
she died a few months ago.
I hate these things.
What, are you here
at gunpoint?
You need me
to call 911?
Friend dragged me.
She keeps trying
to fix my life.
Which, admittedly,
could use it, but...
Still annoying.
You like puzzles.
I hoped my job would let me
play with puzzles all day long,
But it didn't work out
that way.
Police detective.
Turns out
criminals are idiots.
If they're not gonna bother
to challenge you,
What's the point?
Is there a fire alarm
we could pull?
Maybe get out
of here.
Hmm.
Except...
Maybe you're
just too swoft.
Beg your pardon.
Swoft.
It's one
of your crossword answers.
I believe it means
lying manipulator
Who tells men anything
they want to hear.
You brought a prop
as a conversation starter.
Folded the paper
to make it look read,
Filled in some answers,
but you couldn't be bothered
To work at it, so you just
put in random letters.
You have some natural talent
as a liar,
But not enough brains
to see it through.
I'm gonna assume
you're not a cop.
Are the five minutes up?
These women would welcome
a call from you.
And these women would
welcome a call from you.
My.
It's nice
to have visitors.
I'm updating my blog.
And I'm reading it.
You realize
you're in the same room?
Sorry.
So I've been thinking
about what you said.
And I'm sure
I washed my hands
After I threw out
the rat poison.
Apparently you did it
multiple times
Over a course of days.
Can't be too certain.
you must be Dr. Foreman.
Got to get back
to work.
Okay.
Take it easy.
What?
She reads my blog.
Personally, I don't think
you're condescending at all.
That's not what I wrote.
When you were taking
my history,
I told you I went whitewater
rafting six months ago,
And you said,
"it was unlikely to be related."
I was just giving information.
Let's face it.
You got a little snarky.
You can't convey a tone
of voice in writing.
I just put what you said.
If you don't want people
To think you're condescending,
Maybe you shouldn't say
condescending things.
Can this wait a second?
'cause I have to pee.
You know, I think
people behave badly
Because there are no records
Of what we say or do.
And nobody believes anymore
That God's watching.
Well, God's not,
but I am.
Everything is on the record,
Including everything I do.
I don't think
My pee is supposed
to be mud-colored.
We were wrong
about the rat poison.
Coagulopathy plus kidney
equals what?
hemolytic uremic syndrome.
Normal creatinine levels.
She has
elevated cholesterol.
Hey, Wilson!
Can't find my pornos.
Have you tried
offering a reward?
gaucher's disease.
It would affect her ability
to synthesize vitamin k.
She's on a semi-vegetarian diet.
Means she gets plenty
of vitamin k.
Sjogren's is more likely.
I assume you moved them
while you were dusting.
I checked the drawers,
windowsill,
Dvd player
in your room.
The quiet ones
are always deeply repressed.
I returned them to the store.
she had a fish dinner
a couple of nights ago.
Could be haff disease
causing rhabdo.
What? Why did you
return them to the store?
It's no trouble.
I had to stop next-door
for my dry cleaning anyway.
sjogren's wouldn't inhibit
the clotting enzymes,
Infiltrate the kidneys--
explains everything.
So does haff disease.
I'm not thanking you.
I'm asking you why.
because if I did happen
To bring a woman home
last night,
I wanted it to be
a porn-free zone.
You do realize things
don't have to be socks
To go into a sock drawer.
I'm sorry.
Horribly, horribly sorry.
I thought you'd...
Watched them all.
You completely ruined
my morning.
I had to pull out
your old family photos.
Your mom
was pretty hot.
Haff disease
fits the timing best.
Start her on saline
and mannitol.
You reading
your patient's blog?
Nope.
You should.
Could be some clues.
Too many. Be like doing
a whole body scan.
Send us up
eight blind alleys.
That's why Chase
is doing it.
She mentions you.
She's never met me.
You're an unseen
presence,
Like the wizard of oz.
He was a fraud.
She couldn't have gone
with keyser soze?
Speaking of movies
that don't make any sense,
I stopped at the rental store
to get those pornos back.
I told the guy at the counter
I was so grateful
That you'd returned them,
but I wanted them.
Guess what.
You only returned two.
You lost the third.
It's decent of you
to pay for it,
Not let them put it
on my bill.
You know...
I can explain
what happened.
I'm sure you could.
But rather than listen
to your lies,
I thought it'd be more fun
to drive allver town
And get another copy.
You have--
you have it here?
* *
Oh, God.
Oh, God!
Okay, first,
That's not me.
It's not--
mostly not--
I was in college.
I don't--
my roommate was minoring
In film.
Are you hyperventilating?
Remember that covering your
mouth and one nostril can help.
He had to get this in
for some grade,
And he was desperate.
And the only reason I did it
Was because no one
would ever see it.
Who knew he'd become
an actual director?
He's not a director.
He's an artist.
The way he plays with light
and darkness and...Boobs.
that's not me.
What are you?
Where are you taking me?
Be not afraid.
The forest nymphs have taught me
how to please a woman.
That's not me.
That's not--
I mean, you can see
It's not me.
He added extra scenes
So he could release it
as a porno.
Be not afraid,
Wilson.
You took risks
for your art.
oh, boy.
No one--
hey, look at me.
No one can know
about this.
From this moment on,
my lips are sealed.
Sorry.
It's okay.
Be not afraid.
Find anything?
Relevant? No.
Interesting. I guess.
There's nothing
that she doesn't share.
"angry sex
is overrated.
"how can he expect me
to be aroused
When I'm so pissed
at him?"
Revelations like that might
just earn her a new kidney.
An hour after she blogged
About her kidney failure,
The hospital got a call
from Singapore.
One of Frankie's readers asking
how hard it would be to donate.
How good-looking am I?
I'm not asking
if you're attracted to me.
I'm looking
for an objective answer.
Oh, okay, then it's
an appropriate question.
Last night, I acted
like a complete tosser
To prove to House
that women don't go out
With me for my looks.
Cost me a hundred bucks
And my definition
of myself.
And women.
So date men.
They're not shallow
at all.
Everything's physical.
Yes.
We are physical beings.
Some more than others.
Please don't define my entire
gender based on one night.
No, what if the patient's
problem is a physical reaction,
Not an emotional one?
What if her lack of arousal
Had nothing to do
with their fight?
Sjogren's would inhibit
her normal secretions.
sorry for keeping you up.
I thought it better
not to wait till morning.
Oh, it's no problem.
I'm a night owl.
Thanks.
So you think I might have
this sjogren's
'cause of my lack of discharge?
Yeah.
It's lucky
you wrote about that.
And a little crazy,
you're thinking,
To share that much?
Not crazy.
Unusual to be so intimate
with people you don't know.
But I do know them.
They read my blog,
I comment on theirs.
Just 'cause you haven't met
someone physically
Doesn't mean
you don't know them.
What about you?
Are you in a relationship?
It recently ended.
Oh. I'm sorry.
Lie flat on your back
all the way.
But you saw each other
every day, right?
How much did you tell her
about what you were thinking?
Or did you just
end up talking
About where you were going
to dinner
And who needed
to do the laundry?
Is that what your relationship
with Taylor is like?
No.
Oh, maybe a little.
You know, he's great,
but sometimes it's easier
To open up to people
who aren't looking at you.
You need to lie flat
for us to get the x-ray.
I'm actually not comfortable
on my back.
Can't we do it
this way?
Did you strain a muscle?
No.
What's wrong?
I've booked our patient in
for heart surgery.
I was doing a sialogram
on her,
And she didn't want
to lie on her back.
That's a complaint you hear
from people
With heart valve issues.
It fits.
Sjogren's damaged her heart,
Causing her clotting problems,
Causing her kidneys
to fail.
you based all that
on the fact
That she didn't want
to lie down?
Well, that
and the cardiac echo I performed
After she didn't want
to lie down.
Her mitral valve
is nearly gone.
Which means
she's nearly gone.
God, you're pretty.
so we can replace
the mitral valve
With a pig valve
or with a plastic one.
from an actual pig?
it's the better choice
if you want
To have children someday.
A plastic valve requires you
to be on anticoagulants,
Which are known to cause
birth defects.
On the other hand,
The pig valve wears out quickly,
So you'd need to have
heart surgery again
In ten years.
I know that you're on the fence
about having kids,
But Taylor really wants them.
It's in the blog.
I'm afraid you two will need
to agree on that decision
Earlier than planned.
It's your call.
Can you pass me
my laptop?
Seriously?
I want to get
some feedback.
You really think
that asking strangers
For some off-the-top-
of-their-head response
Is gonna be helpful here?
A lot of your readers
are into animal rights.
They've got you 2/3 of the way
to vegan.
What are they gonna say
about you buying your life
With the life of a pig?
Whatever they say,
I don't have to do it.
It won't work out
that way.
And we're the ones
that are gonna have
To live with this.
Please, Frankie.
Don't tell them.
If I start picking
and choosing,
I'm being dishonest.
I'm sorry.
Thanks.
Though I guess
I should thank
Whoever taught you
how to please a woman.
Maybe it was
the forest nymphs.
Get my Vertigo poster back.
Be not afraid.
It's exact change.
Okay.
Hello?
I'm looking to get something
on House.
Couldn't you just ask
the love nymphs for the secret?
Don't.
My mission is to find
Something that House would not
like to see made public
And make it public.
In.
But you know him better
than anyone.
Why do you need
my help?
House would never leave anything
secret around the condo.
But you've worked
in the same office with him,
On and off,
for years.
Think back.
Were there ever
any odd phone calls
Or visitors
from the past?
He openly brings prostitutes
into the hospital,
And he gambles with bookies
'cause he's too lazy
To go to the otb.
And you're asking
for some--
What?
What?
What?
He's reading
the golden bowl.
The gold--
by Henry James?
Yeah.
No, no,
he's not really reading it.
Okay.
I don't understand.
That book's
at least 400 pages long.
Whatever he's reading
is only half that thick.
Maybe he's reading a version
with a smaller font.
He's not using
his reading glasses.
That's a good point.
He took the cover
off the golden bowl
And put it onto this other book
so no one would know
What he was reading.
Whatever it is,
he's ashamed of it.
Huh.
I'm going with plastic.
It just makes
more sense.
I don't want
another operation later.
That's not
why you're doing this.
Look, when you were
first telling me
About why you love
the internet, you said
That no one has
to be alone again.
Whoever you are,
whatever you love,
You can connect
with someone.
If you want to recreate
the Boston Tea Party
While dressed
as imperial storm troopers,
You can find
the ten other people
In the world that have always
wanted to do that.
That hasn't changed.
But you have.
This thing that you do, it's
not about connection anymore.
It's about an audience.
It's a performance,
and you've got one eye
On the number of hits.
You've turned our lives
into their entertainment.
You're smart,
You're fun to read,
It's okay.
But don't give them this.
Or if you do, don't...
Expect me to be here.
Well,
it's a good cover choice.
It's not like anyone
would pick it up.
It's Cameron's favorite book.
I don't even know
what it's about.
Don't do that
to yourself.
what the hell?
Giving him a computer is like
giving plutonium to Dr. No.
Got it.
Step by step:
Sermons for everyday life?
These are literal sermons,
Written by a minister.
Loving thy neighbor
Even when thy neighbor's stereo
is keeping you up at night.
Why would he read this?
Why would he hide it?
He reads the bible,
he reads the koran,
He says he likes to know
what mistakes people are making.
You think
he's sincere?
You think that he's actually
getting something out of this?
I don't know.
What a hypocrite.
How can we use this
in a cruel yet funny way?
You know what?
Don't mention this
to anyone.
Well, so what was the point?
Are you gonna be here
when I wake up?
I hate that you don't
have a blog.
I hate that I don't know
what you're thinking.
Let's not get into it
right now.
We need to get you
through surgery.
I don't want
to go in there
Knowing that you'll stick
with me through surgery
'cause that's
what good guys do,
But once I'm better,
you'll be gone.
Let's not get into it now.
It hurts.
Is it her heart?
no, it's here.
Here.
Get her inside.
Your appendix burst.
We had to remove it.
And the biopsy confirms
it was full of abnormal cells
Consistent with lymphoma.
I have cancer?
We've postponed
putting in the new valve.
So I mean, I guess we do, what,
chemo and all that stuff?
Yes, but apparently
you've had this for some time.
When your appendix burst,
it was like a dam giving way.
The cells went streaming
throughout your body.
So you're saying you'll treat,
but you don't expect it to work.
That's why no valve.
It's pointless.
our dean of medicine
Has approved
an experimental treatment.
We use your unique
cancer cell signature
To create a targeted
lymphoma vaccine.
Okay, so that'll cure me?
Well, we're not actually sure
what it'll do,
But the intention is to train
your immune system
To recognize and kill cells
Bearing the same
malignant signature
While leaving
healthy cells alone.
But, as Dr. Foreman says,
It's experimental.
I see.
So without it, what kind
of time are we talking about?
An exact prognosis
is impossible.
Well, how about a guess?
Something, please.
Based on people
in situations like yours...
Maybe a year.
Baby, whatever we have to do,
we'll do.
I can take care of you.
I can work from home.
Sounds good.
Thank you
for letting me know.
We'll start with the treatment
whenever it's ready.
Is she being a good soldier,
or is she in denial?
Denial's not unusual
for a first reaction.
Or it could be
a symptom.
Some lymphomas
affect cognition.
If it is denial,
she needs time to process.
If it's a symptom,
Hopefully treatment
with the vaccine will help.
Hey, sandy.
Can I borrow your car?
She gave me the keys.
You're a doctor.
She was doing you a favor.
She barely knows me.
I've been deluding myself
That I'm actually
connecting with people.
The first person
I ever fell in love with
Turned out to be
a total tool.
I mean, he came across
all funny and charming
And thoughtful,
but it was an act.
He saw something he wanted,
And he knew he had to behave
a certain way to get it.
In retrospect, the fact
that I was 17 and he was 30
Should have been a clue.
Figuring out who people are
takes time.
It takes twice as much time if
they're trying to impress you.
Now I could take from this that
anyone who loans me their car
Has an ulterior motive,
Or I can accept that it's just
a nice thing to do
And take people
as they come.,
You wanna do
the first injection?
Why are you reading a book
by a unitarian minister?
Book club.
Oprah was going on and on...
I'm serious.
This--this is messed up.
Patient wrote it.
No, you've never treated
a patient with this name.
I looked it up.
It's an assignment
from my therapist.
No, it wasn't.
No one you respect
Would give you this
and expect it to be helpful.
It's a book!
Of sermons.
For anyone else,
spiritually enlightening.
For you, it's practically
a psychotic break.
I know that you have trouble
sometimes with the pain
Without the vicodin--
is that it?
Are you so out of options,
You're looking for answers in
what you consider irrationality?
I'm all right.
Trust me.
Are you all right
because you're back on vicodin?
I said, "trust me."
I know
this means something.
Do you mind?
I haven't finished it yet.
Thanks for the gift.
Obviously differs
From my own personal beliefs,
But if these stories
have helped you
Through some
spiritual turmoil--
Read chapter six,
Entitled "shut the hell up."
I appreciated the inscription
about the benefits of prayer
Before medical treatments.
And I think it's great
That you have been called
to witness by the lord.
Chapter two,
"bite me."
Hi.
Thirteen's giving our patient
Her third vaccine injection.
She's responding well
so far.
Where'd you get
all these copies?
It's out of print.
I called the author.
He's got cartons of the thing
in his basement.
You called him?
What'd you say?
That I knew some people
who could benefit spiritually
From the book.
Did you mention me?
Mm, no.
Fever's at 104.
The antibodies tripped
her autoimmune response.
The vaccine is killing her.
well, clearly it's not working.
You have to stop
the vaccine.
sure. Give up.
Let her die on schedule.
It's better than speeding up
the schedule.
How quickly did this come on?
She was all right
when I woke her this afternoon
To give her
the second injection.
of the stimulating agent,
Which,
added to the first injection,
Switched her immune reaction
into overdrive.
Why was she sleeping?
Who can sleep in a hospital
during the daytime?
I'm not surprised.
She's tired.
She's always been
a night owl.
Just by treating her,
We've completely disrupted
her schedule.
Is that what her blog says?
She's a night owl?
No, she told me.
in what tense? Is? Was?
Will have been?
I'm not sure.
What are you onto?
Look at the time stamp
on this post.
2:30 a.M.
Here's one at 4:00 a.M.
Whatever he's onto
doesn't change the fact
That she has lymphoma and we
gave her a dangerous vaccine.
We need to--
six months ago,
She's posting
in the daytime.
Two years ago,
daytime.
That's her natural rhythm.
Day-night reversal.
Sign of liver disease?
which doesn't fit lymphoma.
But we know
she has lymphoma.
We know she has
the cell atypia
That indicates lymphoma.
Biopsy her liver.
That was pretty cool
what I did, right?
You wanna make out?
You don't have lymphoma.
But you said my appendix
was full of cancer cells.
your appendix was full of cells
That showed
a lymphocytic atypia.
We now think they were
a granulomatous buildup
From some unknown cause.
So...
I'm not dying?
You're actually dying
more quickly than we thought.
unless we figure out
What's causing
your liver failure...
You have three or four days.
What the hell do you mean
I have three or four days?
Well, we're past denial.
Maybe we didn't cause
the fever.
We gave her
the vaccine,
And her fever spiked.
Seems to me--
yes, but it persisted
After we took her
off the vaccine.
What if it's a new symptom?
Okay.
So we add fever
to cell atypia, coagulopathy,
Kidney, heart, liver...
It has to be an infection.
but which one?
No one she knows is sick.
She hasn't traveled anywhere.
There's nothing in the history
she gave us.
Nothing in her blog.
There has to be something unique
to this infection.
Something
about its transmission
And the way it manifests.
There has to be something
she's not telling us.
There isn't.
She's told us,
and everyone else, everything.
Start her
on broad-spectrum antibiotics.
Since we know everything,
We might as well treat
for everything.
* *
* all those simple thoughts *
* all those
peaceful dreams *
* share the space *
* with a hard-worked,
hard-worked day *
* *
* glory, glory *
* hallelujah *
* *
* the sun is shining *
* shining down *
I picked up one of the copies
of the book
That Chase left
in the lounge.
If you're gonna be this way,
I'm not gonna invite you
to my baptism.
First time I'd seen
the real dust jacket.
The inside back flap, there was
a picture of the author.
Imagine how surprised
I was when I recognized him.
Your biological father
is a minister?
Natural selection
is not an infallible force.
I don't get it.
I mean, okay,
he was a friend of the family.
You'd only known him
when you were a kid.
But if you wanted
to meet him now,
Get an idea of what he's like,
Why not just go talk
to him?
"hi, it's greg.
You slept with my mother."
You're capable of it.
I was mildly curious.
Enough to read a book,
not enough to make a phone call.
Please.
You didn't read this.
You studied it.
Why?
All your life,
you've thought
This was crap.
You can't suddenly turn around
And build a whole new worldview
based on crap.
Crap.
You better not be faking this
Just to get out
of a tough conversation.
Do you poop?
Come on.
Everybody poops.
I read the book
in medical school.
Sinkers or floaters?
This is the wizard.
greasy and soft
Or hard and pellet-like?
Um...
Floaters and the first one.
You just had to be so swoft.
You're a hypocrite.
No lies, no secrets,
But everything stops
at your colon.
4,000 pages,
not one word about bms.
And I bet yours
don't smell at all.
Nobody wants to hear
about that stuff.
readers don't.
People who don't really
care about you don't.
But doctors might.
The icky stuff changed,
right, a few months ago?
Well, I became
a vegetarian.
A lot of people misunderstand
how a vegetarian diet works.
You take in
less unusable material,
And your waste
gets more efficient.
Harder and rounder.
Just look at the feces
of rabbits.
Seriously.
I think I might have some.
malabsorption.
Her system's not retaining
the necessary nutrients.
A g.I. Infection
causes malabsorption,
Granulomatous buildup
of cells.
It's not contagious since no one
around her got sick--
Whipple's disease.
Whipple's disease.
Let's split the credit.
Start her
on co-trimoxazole.
We all need some secrets.
As long as they don't kill us,
they keep us safe and warm.
I'm...
I'm gonna be okay?
You'll still need
a new heart valve,
And you'll be on meds
for a few years,
But, basically, yeah.
Your odds are good.
Thank God.
I think I wanna go
with the pig valve.
I know you'll go crazy
if you don't tell people.
Thank God
you're an enabler.
Do you think people can actually
know each other better
On the internet
than face-to-face?
Faces can be distracting,
But there's nothing better
than looking into someone's eyes
And, well, everything
that goes with that.
I don't know.
People meet, they like
something superficial,
And then they
fill in the blanks
With whatever they want
to believe.
Why are you so hung up
on this?
I refuse to believe it's all
because you just noticed
You have a nice face.
You just came
off a relationship.
You know things
go deeper than...
Is that what this is about?
You and cameron?
I was the one
that pursued her.
Maybe I was just filling in
the banks.
Maybe...
Maybe the first reaction
was right.
We were just two people
who were in proximity
And found each other attractive,
and I never should have...
Paranoia.
You felt something real.
So did she.
Don't try
to take it back now.
Can I borrow your car?
No.
* she's on my mind *
* I swear it's 10,000 degrees
in the shade... *
Why would it make
more sense
For you to read
your father's book
Than to go
talk with him?
Can you write a book?
So I can stop talking
to you?
* 'cause every minute,
every second *
* every hour,
lord, every day... *
You weren't looking
for some big catharsis.
You didn't want
to hug the guy.
You just wanted
to know how his head works.
How he thinks.
'cause I'm fascinated
with how ministers think.
Because you're not
ordinary, House.
You're way out there
on the fringe somewhere.
I'm your best friend,
and half the time,
I don't understand you.
You're alone.
Been alone
your whole life.
When you read that book,
you were hoping that
Somewhere, underneath
all that talk of God,
There would be
a way of thinking,
A mind that you
could recognize.
You wanted
what we all want.
The power to transform
into any water-based object?
To look across the gulf
And know there's
someone else like you.
At least tell me this--
did you find something there?
Underneath the God stuff...
More God stuff.
* lochloosa,
she's on my mind *