All language subtitles for House - [5x09] - Last Resort

Excuse me.
I've been waiting here
for over an hour.

All I need is a refill
on my migraine medication.

We'll get to you
as soon as we can.

You can get to me now.
It'll only take you
two minutes.

You're not
an emergency.

This isn't
an emergency room.

And it's not gonna
go any faster
by pissing me off.

Got a minute?
No.

Routine check-up can wait.
What else you got?

I'm consulting on some
clinical trials that
involve CNS compounds.

While it's true that "no"
sometimes means "yes,"
in this context...

One's a new
Huntington's drug.

Phase three trials are showing
real results in delaying
neuronal degeneration.

Probably get you in.

No, thanks.

Are you doing anything
about your disease?
Following any kind of program?

No. Nor am I looking
for a consult.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Excuse me.
I'm looking for
Dr. Cuddy.

She's either not here,
or she's under the desk.

Either way you're gonna
have to wait outside
until I'm finished.

Do you know when
she'll be back?

Yes, which is why
I need you to get out
and leave me alone.

Sorry.

Nice try.
Love to help.

Shut up.

You wanted to see...
I said shut up.

I'm sick,
and I want to
know why.

I want the best doctor in this
hospital, here, now, or I'm
gonna start killing people.

What seems to be
the problem?

Close those blinds.

You, push the sofa
in front of that door.

You, move that table
in front of the other door.

Now!
Okay!

Okay. We'll just
move it.
Okay.

You don't have to point
the gun, man. We're gonna
do whatever you want.

No, we're not.

House.

That's a bathroom
you're barricading.
Might come in handy,

especially since you've
cleverly decided to take a
bunch of sick people hostage.

Do it!

My medical records.
I need you to read them.

You really think that
re-enacting Dog Day Afternoon

is the best way to
get diagnosed?

I'm sure you've been
waiting for hours in
an uncomfortable chair,

but you should watch the
movie all the way through.

I've been to 16 doctors
in the last two years,

had three full-body CTs
and two MRIs

seven blood panels,
and one homeopathic consult.

And all that was
missing was
the threat of violence.

What's missing
is an answer.

I can't breathe.
I'm tired all the time.

I get skin rashes
and heart palpitations
and insomnia.

It's a cool constellation
of symptoms. It could be
something minor.

At least, compared
to life in prison,

which is what you seem
to prefer to seeing 16
more specialists.

Shut up and do your job.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Keep moving.

Keep moving.

You barely looked
at the file.

No need.

Symptoms? Those are the things
you keep whining about.

Tests? All negative
or you wouldn't be here.

History? Shy, quiet kid,
kept to himself,

collected comic books
and missing children.

Excuse me. My wife feels
sick to her stomach.

Next time pack some heat,
maybe we'll look into it.

I'll be okay.

(PHONE RINGING)

If you ask me,

keeping an open line of
communication is the
best way to resolve conflict.

What kind of
breathing problems?

Shortness of breath
and sharp pain when
I inhale.

So you figured your wife
left you because you
couldn't breathe, right?

Me, I rarely kidnap someone
unless I got a serious
health problem.

And since you're not almost
dead, means you're armed

because you're blaming
something other than your
health on your health.

I've never been married.

Got a match?
Why?

Because I'd rather
not stand here

while you try and negotiate
a hostage trade for
an incentive spirometer.

I'll look in
Cuddy's desk.
Stay out of
the desk.

Cuddy doesn't smoke,
but he does.
No, I don't.

Right, you just brush your
teeth with coffee grounds.

Look, sir,
I've never smoked
in my life, okay?

Jerk.

(EXCLAIMS)

You figure that two
people snuck weapons
into the clinic today?

I'm sorry.
I just got a lighter.

Slowly.

Hold it out as far as you
can. Try to blow it out.

(BLOWS AIR)

(WHEEZING)

(COUGHS)

Decreased lung volume, heart
palpitations, fatigue, stomach
pain, intermittent rash...

Could be a hundred things.

You add on that final symptom
and it can only be
pulmonary scleroderma.

What final symptom?
Those were all my symptoms.

Last one is the 16 doctors
who missed it.

Simple alkylating agent,
case solved.
See you on visitor's day.

(PHONE RINGING)

Crime scene.

House, what's
going on in there?
Is everyone all right?

About to be, assuming
he's not lying.

But he seems
like a pretty straight
arrow to me.

I'm gonna need some
propofol to prove that
it's pulmonary scleroderma,

and we all get to go home.
Propofol? You sure...

Have one of the guards
bring it in.
No, no guards, no cops.

I'll go get it.

And no one's leaving.

She's not a cop.
Dr. Cuddy brings in
the drugs. Alone.

She might be armed.
I'd have her deliver
it shirtless.

(SOBBING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Who is it?

Oh, God. House,
maybe we should
wait for the...

Guys with even bigger guns?
Who know how to
talk to armed...

JASON: Say goodbye
or I shoot her.

Pull up your sleeve.

Give it to
someone else first.

You're the only one
who needs it.

Give it to someone else.

If it goes in okay,
you can give a second
dose to me.

I don't care who,
but just pick someone.

Again, had your
brilliant plan included
a roomful of hostages

who don't have fetuses,
bacterial and fungal
infections,

leaving their immune systems
too weak to deal with
the metabolic strain,

or who are already on
painkillers that have
fatal interactions...

He's not on painkillers.
I heard him tell her
in the clinic.

Come on, man.
Don't take it out on us.

You got a problem with
doctors, take it out on the
doctors. Give it to her.

She's sick.
And you are a very
large creep.

Take off your shirt.

(GRUNTS)

Satisfied?

Fine.

Roll up your sleeve.

You think I'm an idiot?
That's what you think?

Thought I had
a little more time
with a guy that size.

(GASPING)

You're not gonna
do anything.

You still need me.

(EXCLAIMING)

Come on.

What are you doing?
He didn't do anything.

You're right.
I need you.

I also need you to know
you can't screw with me.

(SCREAMS)

(PHONE RINGING)

It's for you.

(PHONE RINGING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Lieutenant Bowman,
Princeton SWAT.

Dr. Lisa Cuddy,
Dean of Medicine.

We just heard a gunshot,
but I haven't been able
to make contact.

We'll handle that once
we secure our perimeter
and set up our positions.

By perimeters I assume
you mean snipers.
We have to put an end to this.

Got a husband in there,
or a loved one?

No.

Don't worry. We'll decide
when to start shooting.

House is gonna
get someone killed.

Guy's ready to kill
for a diagnosis.

I can't think of a better
doctor to be trapped
in there with him.

How about somebody who's
not gonna keep pushing
the wackjob's buttons

until he cracks?

(PAGER BEEPING)

It's House.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Joe's Bar and Grill.
It's Foreman.

And every fellow you've had
in the last five years.

What causes
low lung volume,

heart palpitations, fatigue,
stomach pain, insomnia
and a rash?

This is
pathetic.

If I strap a bomb to my chest,
do I get seven doctors
attending to me?

Dr. Robert Chase.

On the off-chance you have
some brilliant escape plan
and are the vengeful type.

You think he's the only guy
in New Jersey with an unsolved
illness and a pistol?

I'm not playing this game.

Seriously?
You're walking out?

CAMERON: No, he's just
kidding. He's right here.

Throw me that marker,
will you?

Chest pain, the lung problems,
fatigue, rash, sounds like
chronic lung infection.

THIRTEEN: Heart palpitations
and fatigue,

could be a cancer that's
spread from the lungs.

Next.

If his diaphragm's not
working, maybe his nerves
are freezing up.

I think he's
going into shock.

First rule of triage,
guys with guns go first. Next.

Shortest distance between
stomach pain and insomnia
is bad circulation.

Plus trouble breathing,
could be a heart defect.

You needed to write
four things down
to remember?

It's not my wall.

You're gonna get
some special deliveries.

Foreman, we're gonna
draw blood. Run a test
for infection and cancer.

Cameron, comb through
his medical records,

see if any of his past 900
medications could have
screwed up his heart.

Taub and Kutner,
go to his apartment,
check for neurotoxins.

873 Marshall,
South Brunswick.

Back window's unlocked.

Giving out
your address?

Clearly not going
back there.

Means you do have
an end game.

(PHONE RINGING)

I'm Lieutenant Bowman.
How's everyone
doing in there?

Got one lower limb
flesh wound, another
guy unconscious.

Unfortunately,
not the guy we hoped.

We're gonna need someone
to deliver his blood.

It's gonna be hard
to play doctor...

Shut up.

Open that blind,
just a few inches.

Why me?
Just open it.
Open it.

Why me?
Anyone can do it.
Why pick me?

(RETCHING)

Get back!
Get back!

I will kill her unless
you back the hell
out of there now!

Interesting.

Anybody else hear
those guys outside?

Anybody?

He's got hyperacusis.

What does that mean?

It means we have
a favorite.

It's nerve-related.

Amped-up hearing
could be linked to
nerve palsy.

Puff out your cheeks.
Come on.

Now, a big
mug-shot smile.

THIRTEEN:
Left-side facial weakness.

Seventh-nerve palsy.

Plus intermittent rashes,
plus migraines,
it's postherpetic neuralgia.

Herpetic?
You think I have herpes?

I'm not judging here.

This thing is just
as likely to be
caused by chicken pox.

I need proof now.

There is a test.
It's dangerous and painful

while the treatment is
safe and painless.

But you make a good point.
You need proof now.

I'll order up the test.

If you have neuralgia,
you won't feel it going in.

It only hurts if your
diagnosis is wrong.

Win-win.

(PHONE RINGING)

Jason, don't hang up
the phone again.

You're gonna send in...

Capsaicin,
200 micrograms.

And two syringes
this time.

And we'll give you
the blood and his records.

No more meds, Jason,
and no deliveries without
something in return.

You gotta give
us a hostage.

You can have two.

Great.

Then I'll send an officer
right in with the transfer.

Everything gets
brought in by Dr. Cuddy.

Jason, I'm not gonna
let her do that.

First, don't use
his name so much.

It doesn't sound reassuring,
just sounds creepy.

And second, come on,
he's not gonna shoot
the one person

he trusts to bring
in his medication.

He's gonna shoot the hostages
if she doesn't bring it in.

I'll get back to you.

The guy's demanding
that you do all
the transfers.

Okay.
"Okay"?

What am I
supposed to say?

You're supposed to say no,
it's not your job.

If you got a conflict here,
if you have stakes in this

that you're not telling me
about, then I can't trust you.

Got it. I'm okay.

Can you tell him
I'm coming in now?

Who's taking
the first dose?

Anybody here got
a longstanding case
of neuralgia

that's killed their nerves
so this won't hurt at all?

How bad does it hurt?

You're looking
to be the hero?

I've been beaten up a lot,
and I can handle pain.

How old are you?

Guy's got a gun.
I think that covers the
parental consent issue.

And that stuff can
also cause nerve
and muscle damage.

Uh...

No way am I taking
that crap. Come on.

You have to.
It's the rules.

THIRTEEN:
I'll do it.

This is a level
of risk-taking

beyond anonymous
girl-on-girl action.

They're patients,
I'm a doctor.

With a degenerative,
drug-unfriendly illness.

Everything's not
some fascinating
character flaw.

This is
a genetic flaw.

This is your Huntington's
speaking. This is you waving
a white flag at the world.

Yes, I have a
shortened lifespan.

Another reason why
I'm objectively
the right choice.

(GROANING)

Wow, I would have laid
money you had herpes.

Your turn.
So, why are we here?

We've ruled out immediate
risk of death, lost love.

That just leaves work.

You're defined
by your work.

But you kept
seeing doctors,
kept missing time,

couldn't focus.

And you made
a huge mistake,
got fired.

I just want
an answer.

I know.
I'm asking why.

(GROANING)

Guy knew he wasn't
coming back.

Everything's
laid out for us.

I'll check for toxins
in the kitchen.

He must have
$6,000, $7,000 in
unpaid medical bills.

I've got debt, too.
You don't see me
acting like a lunatic.

There's no excuse
for what he's doing,

but if you've got millions
of people thousands
of dollars in debt

because they're sick,
at least one of them is going
to do something inexcusable.

Especially if it works.

White blood cell count's
normal. It's not infection.

So either his heart
is on the fritz,
or he's got cancer.

I found a picture of his mom.
She's got a droopy eye,
fat face, thick neck.

Classic signs of
an upper-lobe tumor.

HOUSE: Or she's just ugly.

They're also classic signs
of an adrenal problem.

THIRTEEN: It's his heart.

You can't
be sure which...
His neck,
distended jugular.

(GASPS)

What are you doing?

I'm going to try to
strangle you faster than
you can pull a trigger.

He needs to check
your pulse.

It's racing, 160.

We need to
get paddles.

Or maybe we could
just do nothing.

If I get any weaker
and they don't fix it,
I'll shoot you.

Don't! He didn't mean to...

Shut up, all of you.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Carotid massage,
it'll slow your heart.

It's 200.
Get the paddles.

The whole point of those
things is they make
your muscles contract.

They don't discriminate
against trigger fingers.

Nobody gets my gun.

Send in paddles!
Don't!

Get the damn paddles,
or I'll shoot you.

Threatening to shoot the
guy who's diagnosing you
makes a lot of sense.

Actually doing it,
not so much.

Give him your gun
so he can save you.

Just let him die.
Bill, stop.

We can cardiovert
chemically.

If we don't know
what kind of heart
rhythm it is...

If we don't try something,
he's gonna kill someone.

I'm gonna get the drugs.
No one goes anywhere.

If she doesn't come back,
you've got plenty of other
people you can shoot.

You, come here.

All right.

Thirty seconds.

She's gonna go.

She's gonna come back.

She should go.

He'll kill him.
But not her.

Is that your version
of morality?

If you don't think
your life is worth more
than someone else's,

sign your donor card
and kill yourself.

Shoot me.

You really want...
Yes.

No! No!

She just needs time.
She just needs more time
to find you the right drug.

She just needs time
to get your...
It's me.

She takes it first.

Adenosine slows the heart,
which is fine, if it's
beating fast like yours,

not fine, if it's
normal like hers.

You following
the math on this?

She takes
everything I take.

I don't want anything
that cross-reacts.

Martyr's heart is beating
dangerously slow.
Are we good to go?

Your heart's
back to normal.

No tachycardia,
no sign of a heart
defect at all.

But you're sweating.

I nearly had
a heart attack,

you're surprised
I'm sweating?

One side of your face,
but not the other.

What does that mean?

A tumor is pressing
on your sympathetic nerves.

You have lung cancer.

Pulse is down
below 50.

So is her IQ.
Help her up, get her
heart going faster.

I need proof it's cancer.

Of course you do.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

It's gotta be
a Pancoast tumor.

Patient's got dyspnea,
seventh-nerve palsy,

he's sweating on one
side of his face.

Everything okay in there?

Take your time.
It's not like I've got
a gun to my head.

Lung cancer usually
shows up lower
than the seventh nerve.

Did you check
his throat?

Spit on the floor.
What?

If I do it, I can't tell
Cuddy that it was
medically necessary.

I'm gonna ask you to
piss on her chair next.

(SPITTING)

(COUGHS)

Dry mouth,
his parotid glands
aren't working.

If there's swelling,
it's a Pancoast tumor
that's metastasized.

Feel that.
Right there.

If it's cancer,
there must be a test.

You just did it.

What about an X-ray
or something.

Good idea.

Oh, damn, I left my CT
machine in my other pants.

How many hostages do
you think it'll cost me
for a trip to radiology?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

So, what made you snap?

HMOs?
Shut up.

Nah, you saw 16 doctors,
how bad could they
have been?

Shut up.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Humiliation?

Doctors treating you
like a piece of meat?

Too many fingers and
tubes up your holes?

You hate doctors,
you want to
take back control.

If so, I apologize
for the fact that you are
a piece of meat.

I just want
an answer.

That's all.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Everyone stays
in here with me.

You need anything
from in there,
get it now.

Move around.

Anyone moves, I fire.

(BEEPING)

(SCANNER POWERING UP)

That's not all.

Curiosity is not enough.
There's got to be
a deeper reason.

You never did anything
just because you had to know?

Never shot anyone.

You're not me.

This is my body,
this is my life,

and there's a truth
out there.

I'd rather rot in jail
knowing than...

I can't handle
not knowing.

Yeah.

Hold that.

You want your answer,
you gotta give me the gun.

What's this?

Starburst artifact,
the metal from the gun
is ruining the image.

Show him.

Starburst.

Now, unless you think
we pre-arranged that

just in case we were ever
held hostage by a guy who
needs a CT, we're not lying.

So, you have
two choices,

you can give me the gun
and get your answer,

or you can shoot me.

I'm not gonna
give you the gun.

Why did he release you?

House got him to
give up his gun.
We just ran.

(PHONE RINGING)

Why are you
still here?
Curious.

It's safe now, right?

(PHONE RINGING)

They're gonna be through
that door any moment,
just show me the tumor.

There isn't one.

I don't know
what you have.

(PHONE RINGING)

So,

it's over.

Thanks for trying.

(PHONE RINGING)

You had four theories,
you ruled out
four theories.

Maybe no one
can cure me.

He overpowered me.
Got the gun back.

You're
a coward.

You need to know
everything because you're
afraid to be wrong.

You're so afraid of being
ordinary, of being just
another doctor,

just another human being,
that you'll risk other
people's lives.

I'm arrogant,
you're the coward.

You're terrified of death.

You just want to cheat it
by making it come sooner.

It gives you the illusion
of control.

Can I go?

Sorry. We might need you.

(PHONE RINGING)

How do they expect
me to think?

Is he lying?
Why would he do that?

Over time, hostages start
to root for the captor.

House isn't
the rooting kind.

No, he's the obsessive,
defiant kind.

Mic the door,
get a frame charge.

Hope your boyfriend
knows what he's doing.

(PHONE RINGING)

Are you insane?

He's quick for
a sick guy.

Dyspnea, anemia,
seventh-nerve palsy,
tachycardia.

Long passes,
anything, go.

I don't believe it.
Chase was right, you're
gonna kill someone.

I don't want to be
a part of it.

Loa loa filariasis.

You ever been to Cameroon
or on the Ogowe River? Next.

Could be Q fever,
if he's had exposure
to goats.

No goats.

Histiocytosis X explains
the lung involvement and...

(EXCLAIMS)

You have a new symptom.

He's turning his head,
favoring his left ear,

which means he's partially
deaf in the right.

Three hours ago he
had superhero hearing.

Cushing's causes fatigue,
breathing problems,
fluctuating hearing...

Even increased aggression
and risk-taking.

I'm doing this by choice,
it's not a symptom.

We'll keep that
between us until
we talk to your lawyer.

I need dexamethasone
and enough time to provoke
a respiratory reaction

and confirm
Cushing's syndrome.

BOWMAN: You need more time?
House, we're not
negotiating with you.

Actually, we're
through negotiating.

I've still got
three hostages left.

I'll give you one.

BOWMAN: And no more testing
drugs on the sick doctor.

Fine.

Send in the drugs.

Son, come here,
come here.

House, you can't...

If you have Cushing's,
this will slow your
breathing.

Give it to her first.

Those were
not the terms.

I lied.

These drugs
could be fake.

Why would I do that?
I gave you back the gun.

You wouldn't,
they would.

She has Huntington's.

If these drugs
are real, it could
screw up her liver...

Chances are slim.
Chances of him shooting one
of us, on the other hand...

Don't...

How long do
you have to live?

Eight, ten years.

Killing her is your
chance to get personal?

Huntington's doesn't
have a cure?

No.

So, if we get
out of here...

If she were
clinging to hope,

she wouldn't be standing
in line waiting for you to
order up more drugs.

Take a deep breath.

(SHALLOW BREATHING)

Not knowing what was
wrong with me
made me miserable.

Maybe that's insane,
and doing this, yeah,
insane.

But I had
something to gain.

You can't take risks
with no upside at all.

I can't decide
which is riskier,

taking crazy risks, or taking
advice on crazy risks
from a crazed risk-taker.

Heart's racing.
No fever.

And your breathing's
unchanged.

Does that mean she...
Means I was wrong.

Her kidneys are shutting
down because of the meds
you made her take.

(SCREAMING)

We have to get
her out of here.

The dexamethasone is making
Thirteen's kidneys fail,

but not the patient's, why?

This guy's been on 50
different medications,

maybe his kidneys should
be failing, but something's
protecting them.

I need to slap you
for diagnostic purposes.

Seriously. If I was jerking
you around, I'd say I need
to kick you in the groin.

That twitch is Chvostek's
sign. Don't ask me how
Chvostek discovered it.

He has calcium deficiency.

Drugs that block calcium
tend to shield against
kidney damage.

He's been on protein pump
inhibitors for years,
for his stomach pain.

Those drugs have
been protecting his
kidneys for years.

He has something
that has a long
incubation period,

something that
should've wrecked
his kidneys,

something that explains
breathing problems,
heart problems,

jumpy nerves
and weak blood.

Leishmaniasis.

Would make perfect sense
if our patient was
an Arabian Bedouin.

Melioidosis.

Bacteria gets
into the lungs,
spreads to the heart.

It explains everything.

Except that if you'd
read the history,

you'd know that our patient
has never been to
a tropical climate.

Is he absolutely sure of that?
Mexico, Costa Rica...
You've never been...

I've never been anywhere
south of Florida.

You idiot.

Florida counts?

Not to the Supreme Court,
but it's warm enough
for germs.

You keep
blaming doctors.

You can't even give
a halfway-decent history.

(PHONE RINGING)

Negotiation's over.

It will be as soon
as you get us three
grams of ceftazidime.

He comes out,
he gets all the
medicine he wants.

You can have Dr. House.

Why are you
getting rid of me?

I need to trade you
for the answer.

You're gonna give
her the meds.
No.

Come on.
Give them to me instead.

She's taken everything
I've taken.

The combination of meds
could knock me out.

Her kidneys are failing.

You give her those drugs,
she'll be dead by the time
they get the cuffs on you.

I need my answer.

Your obsession
is gonna kill her!

Your obsession
gave me back the gun.

It is pointless to give
her those drugs,

even if they are screwing
with you. This is your
last diagnosis!

Only if you're right.
House, get out of here.

Shut up,
I'm not leaving.

Who's the martyr now?

Either the drugs kill me
or he kills me. Doesn't seem
to make a lot of difference.

You really don't feel bad
about killing me?

Not if you don't feel bad
about killing yourself.

I don't want to die.
Yeah, you do.

You just don't have the
nerve to actually do it.

You just want it out of
your control. Well, it is.
Because I've got a gun.

Don't do this.

Either I do this
with you alive or...

Please. Sometimes
you just have to
trust people.

(SHUDDERING)

I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

(MEN CHATTERING)

Why are you still alive?

He didn't make me take it.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

A week of temporary dialysis,
your kidneys will be okay.

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry I backed out
of the differential.

About that
Huntington's
drug trial.

Test confirmed
melioidosis.

Easy to miss
on the stain.

Scans and X-rays
vary widely.

Is that all
you care about?

A moron storms the clinic,
bullies his way into
life without parole,

you enabling him
at every step.

If he hadn't done
what he did,
he'd be dead.

Good thing you enabled
my every medical move.

You think I handled this
differently because
you were in here?

I don't know.
Let's try it again
without me.

This is why you
and I can't be a thing.

If you're suggesting
that you screwed up

because of
a non-relationship
with me,

I don't know
how I can help you.

Because the only change
you can make from
a non-relationship is...

You want a relationship?

God, no. I was just
trying to follow
your logic.

(DRAWER RATTLING)