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Damn it. I waited too long.

Please, come on, do something!

Come on, do something! Do something!

Couldn't have saved her.

It's your choice if you wanna go back on drugs.

You think I can fix myself?

I just need to know if you and I can work.

Let me see.

It's okay.

It's gonna get infected.

Hey, you're not gonna...

You are.

Don't--don't--

It's okay.

I love you.

So now what?

♪ House 7x01 ♪ Now What Original air date on September 20, 2010

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Everything's good.

We don't have to talk through it all.

No, I meant it literally.

Now what?

We could make breakfast. We could go bowling.

We could stay here.

I have to go home and get dressed

and go to work.

So that's it?

I'm hoping this is the beginning of it.

Yeah.

Your assistant's new.

It's a 50/50 chance he just...

Can't find the light switch.

Hello?

Dr. Cuddy?

No, this is Dr. Cuddy's nanny.

She's, uh, feeling a little under the weather now,

so she won't be coming in today.

Oh. I hope she's all right.

Would you mind asking her if--

No. Can't do that.

I'm afraid she's locked in the bathroom.

Terrible bug going around. What's the problem?

Well, I'm sorry to disturb her,

but it's Dr. Richardson.

He must have the same stomach flu.

He threw up in the O.R.,

and I'm not sure how she'd want me to--

hold on a second.

I've talked to Dr. Cuddy,

and she would like you to do three things:

One--send him home, two--sterilize the O.R.,

three--use your own brain.

See ya.

It's about puke.

That's what's so important.

Puke.

Well, I guess I don't have to rush back in.

But whatever "now what" we do decide on...

It comes after you take a bath.

Here's one.

"25-year-old man

"with numbness and tingling in his legs

and a speech disorder, three--"

anybody see House?

It's 10:00 A.M.

I'd be worried if he was here.

"25-year-old"--

he was in pretty bad shape yesterday

after his patient died.

House has lost patients before.

We all have.

He's a big boy. You didn't see him.

Best thing we can do for him now

is find him a new puzzle to solve.

Thus bringing us back to my 25-year-old--

yet you're the only person here

without a potential case in front of you.

I haven't found the right one yet.

Oh. I-I thought maybe it was because

you were asking for a leave of absence

and wouldn't have time to see a case through.

I didn't say anything.

He didn't...I saw an envelope on House's desk

with your name on it, so naturally, I...

Steamed it open.

What's wrong with you?

You steam an envelope to keep it secret.

Which is why I just ripped it.

You gonna tell us where you're going?

Sure sounds like a no.

There's glass everywhere.

Couldn't you have just put the mirror down nice and gentle?

I was in a mood.

I'll be right back.

Don't get that.

It could be important.

This is important.

Right now, we are more important

than what's going on at the hospital.

So...I say we turn off our phones

and...Give the morning to us.

Okay.

I'll go turn it off.

Thank you.

You're distracted.

I'm not. Yeah, you are.

You turned off your phone but you're still wondering,

"what could it have been?

"What emergency will bring down

"the entire hospital

if I decided to take the morning off?"

I'm sorry.

The clinic is facing reduced funding from the state.

Nurse Jeffrey is filing his 12th H.R. complaint.

Richardson is threatening to quit

because he's basically been a prisoner at the hospital

for almost a week.

Richardson? The Neurosurgeon.

He's the only one I have right now,

which means he has to stay on the premises

at all times, or else the hospital

technically isn't a level one Trauma Center.

Which means?

I'd have to shut down the E.R.,

transfer all of the patients out of the ICU...

Okay, stop. Turn around.

Why? 'Cause you need to relax.

Where are we going?

I am going to make you a magical bath

with a lot of bubbles

and eastern spices

and blue diamonds, green clovers...

Transformative powers.

But I must have solitude to focus my creative energies.

Hello?

Interesting factoid.

Did you know that if we don't have

a Neurosurgeon on the premises,

all the puppies in the world

will choke to death on all the babies?

Yeah.

You got a note from Thirteen.

So how come we don't have, like, five Neurosurgeons?

Well, we had three, but Kapur retired,

and then Nichols just took off for his daughter's wedding.

I've got good news.

For the next 16 hours, you are the new Neurosurgeon.

I'm not a Neurosurgeon.

Which would matter

if you actually had to do some neurosurgery.

House, it's a hospital... The odds of having to do

neurosurgery are higher than in most places.

If an EMT calls in with a brain or spinal trauma,

just divert them at the nearest hospital.

All you gotta do

is stand around and keep the E.R. open.

It's an administrative problem, not a medical one.

House, where the hell are you?

Great. Glad you're on it.

All systems go!

Why are you going to Rome?

I found the flight information in your locker.

I love how everyone

thinks it's so quaint and childlike of me

to expect a modicum of privacy around here.

Your flight's tomorrow.

What's so urgent in Rome?

I hear they want to tear down the Coliseum

to build a karaoke bar.

The Buona Speranza Medical Center in Rome

is doing a Huntington's trial.

Seriously, I live to sing.

I know that they've been doing fetal neural transplantation.

I also know that their subjects

have increased risk of intracranial hemorrhage.

This isn't the time to join a trial.

This research is in its infancy.

So's your condition.

You read my note.

You go through my locker.

And then you decide you want to round it off

by lecturing me on my life choices?

I'm worried about you.

Oh. Well, that makes it all right then.

So what, exactly,

is this?

It can still be open and casual

and fun if you want.

Open?

You think I want to see other people?

Well, last night was emotional for you.

We both lost that patient. We watched people die.

I came back here and I went for the Vicodin,

and you...Dumped your fiancé and you came here.

Which I don't regret.

I'm not saying you do.

I'm just saying it was an impulsive move.

Don't do this.

Why do you have to analyze things to death?

Why can't you just... Let it be nice?

You're right.

That was very anti-secret bath.

House.

Yeah.

The secret bath is...

Burning my lady parts.

How do you think my anus feels?

Burning means it's working.

Can we get out now?

I was so waiting for you to say that.

Could I speak to Dr. Jankowski?

No. I don't need to disturb him in Bermuda.

Everything okay?

Dr. Cuddy's phone keeps going directly to voicemail,

and I need to get a Neurosurgeon

to replace Dr. Richardson for the day

or else she's screwed.

I'm a Neurosurgeon.

No. You're not.

I've cut into people's heads more often--

you did a residency in neurosurgery

at the University of Melbourne,

but you were never board-certified.

You've worked here two days. How--

Dr. Cuddy's first assignment was for me to get to know

everything about Dr. House's team...

And not to believe anything any of them told me.

I'm...Not a Neurosurgeon?

And...Voila!

The first course,

I flaked some tender young ears of corn

on the side of assorted exotic breakfast meats

in a Chile sauce reduction.

And the... Second course?

A single grape. To cleanse the palate.

Which is kind of a waste, 'cause there is no third course.

I'm glad we stayed in.

This is actually... Pretty good.

I can always tell when you lie.

I mean always.

I slept with my freshman roommate.

A lie. A truth.

You have a tell. What is it?

First admit that you were lying.

Fine. I was lying.

My sexual history is boring and predictable.

What is my tell? Are you kidding?

If I tell you your tell, you'll get rid of it,

then I won't be able to tell.

Well, then you have to tell me something

I don't already know about you.

Even though, technically, you didn't tell me something

that I didn't already know about you.

Quit being so damn logical and just tell me.

I used to have an intimate relationship

with a photograph of you.

Well, actually, a sock and a photograph.

I know.

I was lying.

The photo you took of me as sleeping beauty on Halloween.

Why else would you take that picture?

I have to pee.

Ha! You can tell.

'Cause actually, I have to poo.

What?

Cuddy's assistant decided to use his own brain.

Who put that idiot idea into his head?

Perhaps you could follow the same advice.

He notified DPH that there's no Neurosurgeon on the premises.

Said he legally had to, which he legally had to.

Sounds like you got the situation under control.

No. I don't.

You know I don't.

When DPH shows up, they're gonna shut down our E.R.

This can't be fixed. It is what it is, House.

Great. I've got every faith

in your ability to solve the problem.

I have called every Neurosurgeon

within a 45-mile radius-- nothing.

I think House is just testing us.

He's always testing us.

Test or not, it's a problem.

It's not our problem.

Why the hell is it House's problem?

Where the hell is Cuddy?

We either report this,

and half the hospital gets shut down,

or we cover it up and run the risk

that the entire hospital gets shut down.

Or we get Richardson.

He's sick.

And we're doctors. We get people better.

Fing fong fooey?

Ohh...

Can I open them yet?

Just a second.

Okay. Hold out your hand.

Oh...

I always wanted to open a bottle of champagne

with one of these things.

You might wanna stand behind me for this.

Okay...

Oh!

Yeah!

Mm, I think I might have...

Got that slightly wrong.

Well, good thing I got a case.

House, open up.

We need to talk.

Just let him in.

No.

House!

If we just ignore him, he'll go away.

House!

I think he finally left.

But just in case he hasn't,

what can we do that does not involve talking?

You turned on my ringer!

I know you're in there.

I can hear your cell phone ringing.

Just let him in.

No!

He's like a stray...

He'll eat everything, shed all over the place,

and crap on the floor.

Hi. This is Gregory House.

I can't take your call at the moment.

Please leave a message.

If this is Wilson, I'm fine, not suicidal,

not on drugs,

coping very well with the loss of my last patient.

So feel free to go about your day without worry.

Beep!

House...

You can't just not show up to work.

What's Cuddy gonna say?

If this is still Wilson...

She gave me the day off.

And tomorrow.

Okay, maybe not tomorrow.

But today. I'm fine.

Now, go away.

Beep!

If you're not in tomorrow, i'll be back.

Look, you're the only Neurosurgeon we've got.

You have to suck it up and go back to the hospital.

We're not asking you to operate, just to be there.

Unless you can transport this t-toilet with me,

I'm not leaving the room.

I'll get a bucket.

You're missing the point.

I ate bad Sushi. I'm sick. Go away.

We can give you promethazine for the nausea.

Already took it.

And trimethobenzamide.

Maybe this isn't food poisoning.

Whatever it is,

it must have damaged the lining of his stomach.

Till that heals, nothing's gonna work.

So we need to treat both that and the nausea.

And whatever's wrong with him.

We give him ondansetron and prostaglandins.

And whatever's wrong with him.

Neither of those will treat

any possible underlying condition.

Who cares? He's not our patient.

The hospital is.

I can...Hear you.

You're pretty miserable, aren't you?

Would you be willing to take a...Fairly risky drug

if it would make it all go away?

Ah!

Why didn't you let him in?

You were thinking about Wilson

while we were having sex?

That's so cool! So was I.

You were hiding me from him.

Why?

I was not hiding you.

I was protecting your privacy.

Wasn't sure if you were ready to go public

with the whole... "Us" thing yet.

Why would I be doing all this

if I wanted it to be private?

Ohh...

Oh. I never even asked.

Maybe you're not ready yet.

Have you read the list of side effects on those drugs?

We could crash his BP.

I haven't heard a thump,

so I assume he's still quietly puking.

We could be making him worse.

Bigger picture--

we're making the hospital better.

We can test for whatever you want to test him for

once he's stable enough to get back to the hospital.

Now, stop being a girl and move.

So you gonna ask me about this Huntington's trial,

and by ask, I mean give me your opinion?

No.

There is one thing, though.

Will you have sex with me?

What?

Well, this trial means you're leaving right away.

I was playing a long game.

Deadlines have been moved up.

Wow.

That stuff is good.

Think you can make it back to the hospital?

Uh-huh.

That lamp is shiny.

I mean, the way it shines is...

Shiny.

I take it this is one of the side effects

of the drugs.

Who cares? Let's go.

What are you doing?

You think I'm afraid to go public?

I'm gonna prove you wrong.

With a tripod?

With a sex tape. We'll send it to Wilson.

It's a win-win.

We get to do it again,

and...He might actually learn something.

It sounds like someone's trying to break in.

It's probably nothing.

Stay here.

Hey.

Stuck?

Bummer.

Looks painful.

Chamomile or English breakfast?

Would you stop being an ass

and pull me out of here?

You didn't get my message earlier?

Yeah. But as someone once told me,

everybody lies.

I'm fine.

Just staying home, chill-laxin'.

Your patient died,

you ignore my calls, and you won't open the door.

I don't think you're fine.

I think you might be throwing away a drug-free year.

Or...I'm ignoring you for a different reason.

Sex with my girlfriend.

Hmm.

Will you please just--

please let me in?

Thank you.

And since when did you start referring to hookers

as girlfriends?

She's not a hooker.

What are--wha--

really?

Begins with "C", ends with uddy.

How many Vicodin have you taken?

I'm serious.

Cuddy and I are now Cuddy and I.

There's an "I" in Cuddy.

House...It's okay.

Almost all addicts relapse a few times.

She's in my bedroom.

You're hallucinating, House.

Honey buns! We got company.

Pupils are normal. Pulse is normal.

Better than that.

They're both totally awesome.

I'm not on drugs.

So...Why did you lie about Cuddy?

To make a point.

Probably something to do with shutting you up.

It's my go-to idea.

You do seem okay.

You want me to stick around?

I could do my usual thing

of pretending I like watching monster truck rallies,

if that would make you feel better.

No. You go.

House...You could have died.

You had a patient who did die in your arms.

You shouldn't be alone.

I know. That's why I called a hooker.

Now, go away.

'Cause... You'll be extra.

Are you really okay?

Are you gonna break in again?

You checked my pulse. You checked my pupils.

I'll mail you the urine sample.

How come I've never even met you guys?

Y-you're like the greatest...

Guys. You know fluorescent lights

flicker at the same frequency as the human brain?

You know the human brain doesn't flicker?

Doesn't take a brain surgeon to figure out

that he can't perform brain surgery.

What's wrong with him?

High...Blood sugar.

He'll be fine as soon as we rehydrate him.

That's a relief.

Thank God.

DPH guy will be here in 20 minutes.

What is wrong with him?

High blood sugar.

You just said so.

Chase is running labs.

Right now the top two contenders are hepatitis

and peptic ulcer disease.

So...Is today really your last day?

Flying out tomorrow.

How long a leave are you taking?

Depends.

On the drug trial. Sounds risky.

Yadda, yadda.

You don't think I should do it.

Message heard.

No. I approve.

Living fast and dying young is crap.

If you have a chance to get better...

I say good for you.

I brought Wilson in here specifically to go public,

just like you requested.

I pressured you.

Wilson coming through the window pressured you.

If you're forced into this, it's not gonna work.

Do you have any response to that?

Game on.

Is he better? Yep.

You're lying to me again, aren't you?

Yep. Then we're screwed.

Don't we have to tell--

oh! Damn.

Dr. Richardson's prepping for surgery.

Yeah. I need to talk to him.

He's prepping for surgery. So you said.

I just need to confirm he is who you say he is

and that he's a licensed Neurosurgeon.

Well, here's his paperwork.

His hospital I.D.'s right there.

You can...See it's him.

Yeah. I should still talk to him.

They've already scrubbed. He'd have to be re-sterilized.

The patient's anesthesia would have to be adjusted.

Why did you report he wasn't here?

I must have... Misunderstood.

Oh...Why...

Why...

Why is it so... So hot in there?

Oh!

Ahh.

La-dee-dah.

Woodstock, baby.

Is he stoned?

No. We're pretty sure he's got--

oh, I'm sure you have an explanation,

but I don't care.

See, you need to have a doctor on the premises

who can actually do neurosurgery.

Tell the attending to divert all ambulances away

and start calling other hospitals

and see who can take your stabilized ICU patients.

Those departments are shutting down.

"Design" for five points. Got it.

"Hear." Got it. Both versions.

"Love."

You didn't see love.

Wow. I didn't think you'd take

my lack of board game skills so personally.

Why didn't you tell me you loved me?

Didn't a wise woman once say--

and by once, I mean two hours ago--

"why do you have to analyze everything to death?

Why can't this just be nice?"

I told you I loved you.

You didn't tell me you loved me back.

You don't think that should give me cause for concern?

No. 'Cause words don't matter.

Actions matter.

You're really gonna take a stand here.

You can't say-- nope.

Why?

Because...

I forgot to grab a "v."

Lobe.

Gets you one point.

One.

Labs show he's negative for everything.

I'm guessing at least one of them is wrong.

Who cares? The E.R. and the ICU

are half-empty and the place is crawling with suits.

It's over.

You do know we still have a sick patient here.

Right? He's the guy sitting

right behind you, taking off his clothes again.

Uh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Uh, why don't you just sit down

and take it easy?

He should be coming down by now.

And yet...I'm not.

What if his behavior

isn't a side effect of the ondansetron?

What if it's a symptom? Thank you.

What causes delirium and nausea?

He's been stuck here in the hospital a few days.

Nobody else is sick, so it can't be environmental.

Not exactly stuck. I snuck out.

Freedom is my birthright.

Where did you go?

The Seafood Festival at the Convention Center. We're screwed.

Seafood Festival has stuff from all around the world

in combinations nobody every thought of.

We could be here all year.

You had shrimp? Uh-huh.

And crab? Lobster? Uh-huh.

Uh-huh. And...

I ate whatever looked good.

Did you eat any roe?

Little tiny eggs? Nummy!

Toad eggs will cause nausea, and they can get you high.

If I'm right, the antidote is fast-acting.

If we can get him to keep his clothes on long enough,

he can pass as a functioning Neurosurgeon.

Um...

France.

And not Paris or the Rivera,

but there's this place in Normandy.

It's on a... A tidal island.

Everyone who's not staying in one of the small inns

has to leave before the tide comes in.

You have this 900-year-old fortress all to yourself.

It's called...

Mont Saint-Michel?

That's it. Have you been there?

Nope. But I got a pretty good idea what it looks like.

H-how did you know?

You used to have a picture of it as a screensaver.

That was years ago.

I guess it's a memorable place.

Now, unfortunately, we can't fly straight to normandy,

but the layover in London's only a couple of hours.

What are you talking about?

It's all there.

All you gotta do is click confirm,

and we're eating croissant

and being insulted by stinky people

this time tomorrow.

Don't worry. I used Wilson's credit card.

I can't.

I'm kidding.

I used your credit card.

House...

The hospital does not need your body.

I do. So does my daughter.

Well, she can come too.

Or to grandmother's house she can go.

This is crazy.

So...You break off your engagement,

but you won't adjust your schedule.

I can't.

Not...Tomorrow.

But...Two weekends from now.

If Rachel's gonna stay with my mom,

I'm gonna need a little bit of prep time.

Okay.

What if it doesn't work?

What if I stay this way forever?

The antidote works quickly. If we're right,

you should be back to your old self in no time.

My old self was boring.

Can't we keep the new self?

Just lay down, and stop unbuttoning.

I'm sorry that I read your note

and looked in your locker.

You get used to that kind of thing around here.

Do you have anyone going with you to Rome?

Is that your passive-aggressive way

of asking me if I'm seeing somebody else?

I hope you are.

I mean...I hope you have someone with you.

If I'm scared about this,

I can't imagine how you must feel.

You shouldn't be alone.

If you want...

I could fly over for a few days.

Friends.

I appreciate that,

but I think I'll be okay.

I guess we took the long way around

to being friends, huh?

I guess we all did.

Thank you.

For everything.

You're welcome.

For everything.

I'll see you tomorrow.

I really do have to leave.

I know.

What's the problem?

This isn't gonna work.

That's it?

You can't just... Say that and shut up.

It's just a statement of fact.

It's not a debatable proposition.

Right. Because you can see the future.

No. But I can see the past.

And you're gonna remember

all the horrible things I've done,

and you're gonna try to convince yourself

that I've changed.

And I'm gonna start doing those horrible things again,

because I haven't changed.

Then you'll realize that...

I'm an insane choice for someone who has a kid.

And from there,

it's a short step to the inevitable conclusion

that all of this...

Was a mistake.

Tell me any of that isn't true.

Mercy doesn't have enough room in their ICU

to handle the overflow, so--

Don't worry about it.

I believe you wanted to talk to Dr. Richardson,

our Neurosurgeon?

I'm sorry that we met under such trying circumstances.

I hope you restore our rating as a level one Trauma Center

and reopen the E.R. and the ICU immediately.

An accidental case of poisoning.

Dr. Richardson has been treated

and is ready to resume work.

Hmm.

Touch your nose with your index finger

and tell me how you treat a cerebral contusion.

Uh, I-I-I would watch for edema

and transtentorial herniation.

Good enough.

Turn it around.

You're gonna be up late.

Next time... Avoid responsibility.

Cake?

Taub thought we should have a little party

to see you off properly.

He gets sentimental about these things.

I never should have flashed him.

Speaking of which...

Earlier today I asked you about...

Having sex.

You gave me a look

that almost certainly could only mean no.

However, on the other hand, I'd be remiss if I...

Didn't follow up and confirm.

See? It's the same look.

So if it didn't mean no the first time,

then... No.

No. No, no.

No. Okay.

No pressure.

Does that method ever work?

At least once.

Mm, I'm, um... Getting mixed signals.

See you at the cake.

The only time you're afraid

is when you're happy.

You just don't expect it to last.

'Cause it doesn't.

You don't know that.

I've done horrible things to you.

And I'll do horrible things again to you.

But because of one stupid moment

with a dying girl and a pile of rubble...

You think I can change.

Tell me where I'm wrong.

I don't want you to change.

I know you're screwed up.

I know you are always gonna be screwed up.

But you're the most incredible man I've ever known.

You are always gonna be...

The most incredible man I have ever known.

So unless you're breaking up with me,

I am going home now.

I love you.

♪ Oh, yeah, and later on ♪

♪ we took a southbound train ♪

♪ yeah, and it was cold out ♪

♪ yeah, it was freezing down rain ♪

♪ yeah, and it'll let up ♪

♪ if we all screamed for the change ♪

where's Thirteen?

I don't think she's coming.

What's going on?

She's not going to Rome.

You mean she changed her mind?

I called the hospital in Rome

to see when she was schedule for surgery.

Why would you-- doesn't matter.

Point is, she's not even in the trial.

Never heard of her.

She's been lying to us all day.

Well, have you tried--

both her phone lines have been disconnected.

She's just gone.

♪ No, no, just the good days ♪

♪ yeah, yeah, just the good days ♪

it's gonna be great.

Yeah.

♪ Just the good days ♪

♪ ♪

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