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snap!

You.

Give me that.

What are you talking about?

(boy)
Mrs. Miller?

Shh.
Your phone, young lady.

I was just switching it
to silent

in case someone called.
No.

You were cheating.
Please.

Like I have to--

(boy)
Lady?
I said wait.

Give it here.

Sure.

Love the blouse.

I-I need to use the bunk room.

The bathroom? Sure.
In 19 minutes.

Can't do it.

You got a friend in the bathroom
with the answers?

[groans]

Fine.

I'll get you an escort.

Don't stink up

'til I kill you.

Don't stand up.

D-X...

D-T...

Hey.
He's really sick.

Eyes on your work.

Are you all right?

What is going on?

Get some help.

[New Age music]

*

(Foreman)
The kid was just taking
his AP Calculus exam

when all of a sudden he got
nauseous and disoriented.

That's the way
calculus presents.

Severe bradycardia.

Heart rate's down to 48
and falling fast.

You know the kid?

No, he just came in.

Mom real good-looking?

I...didn't notice.

Then it's a mystery.

Not why he's sick,
but why you care so much.

Gift shop's open.
Buy him a card.

He's not responding
to atropine.

Boys love fart jokes.

Find one with a good fart joke.

He's a teenager.

It's drugs.

Tell those ER geniuses

to give him charcoal
and naloxone.

And stop following me.

His tox screen was negative.

And he's still whacked out.

You don't care about the kid.

You just find his illness
intriguing.

Kid's CAT scan was clean.

There's no sign of infection,
it's not diabetes--

And you don't care
about him.

That's what you want to hear,

not in the slightest.

Me neither.

Means we'll be objective.

Maybe it's shigellosis.

Wouldn't account
for the bradycardia.

Viral myocarditis?

Wouldn't account
for the whacked out.

So, what's the differential

for a negative tox screen?

He was clean.

Unless someone
screwed up the test.

That never happens.

Or he O.D.'d on something
we didn't test for.

One-four butanediol

would give you these symptoms.

That's a new one.

Copy machine toner.

Same punch as GHB.

A little pricier.
Way more dangerous.

But on the other hand,
it is legal.

I want you to go to his house
and find his stash.

I'll bet you know
all the good hiding spots.

Actually, I never did drugs.

(House)
Better go with him.

In case he gets high.

How much atropine
is the kid getting?

One ml.
Make it two.

In case he needs his heart
later on.

(Chase)
Matt, did you take any drugs
this morning?

Pencils down.

Will you squeeze my fingers
for me?

Did anyone give you anything
to help with the math test?

Matt?

(woman)
I told you.

He doesn't take drugs.

Ms. Davis, all parents
think that about their children.

And they're usually wrong.

I gave my mom a little trouble
when I was his age.

I turned out okay.

Even she thought so.

I know my kid.

The fact that you did drugs
doesn't mean he did.

Did he go anywhere last night?

No.

He was home, studying.

Any friends come over
to help him?

And bring him drugs?

Is that what your friends did?

Ms. Davis--
Look.

I tested him myself.

With a home kit,
I took some hair off his brush.

I didn't want him
to know about it,

because I do trust him.

Then why did you test him?

All he did last night was study

and argue about
his college interviews.

He wants to be himself.

No haircut,

ratty old clothes.

And that'll go over big.

Then we both gave up
and went to bed, that's it.

(Chase)
Has he ever had any problems
like this before?

Any family history?
No.

It's just me and Matt.

Diazepam.
10 milligrams, stat.

What's going on?

Just taking some precautions.

He's seizing.

Help me hold him.

Stay calm, mate.
We're gonna calm you down.

This room is way too clean
for a teenage boy.

You know why House
thinks I'm a druggie?

This is gonna be a racial thing,
isn't it?

Same reason

he thinks this kid overdosed.

When you're a drug addict,
you want to believe

everyone else is too.

He's not addicted.

He has to take drugs.

The definition of an addict.

He's in pain.

And addicted to pain killers.

What a coincidence.

You really never did any drugs?

Now, this is gonna be
a racial thing.

Oh.

Deflecting a personal question
with a joke.

Gee, who do I know
that does that?

Yeah.
I'm just like him.

Except for the angry, bitter,
pompous cripple part.

Maybe we should all pitch in
and get you a nice cane.

You already have
the matching gym shoes.

Check this out!

Mom's not too careful
with the homemade tomato sauce.

When the top sticks out
like that,

it's a sign
of bacterial contamination.

This one's open.

[beep]

I am extremely disappointed.

I send you out

for exciting
new designer drugs,

and you come back
with tomato sauce.

Bet you paid twice as much.

I got mine online.

Matt decided to make himself
a homemade pizza

for a bedtime snack.

(Cameron)
Source of botulism

as well as a million
other toxins

that cause gastroenteritis,

cardiac symptoms,
and mental confusion.

It's not so sure about--

about gastroenteritis.

But mental confusion,
bring it on.

Don't--what--

Mm. Delicious.

What, do you have a death wish?

I notice you didn't try
to save me.

I figured you were trying to
make some kind of subtle point.

I was.
Kid just started seizing.

Not a symptom
of food-borne toxins.

(Foreman)
Also not a symptom of drug use.

Not two hours after admission.

So, what would make him seize?

In addition to all
his other delightful symptoms.

Pesticide poisoning.

(Foreman)
Carbamates?

(House)
Or organophosphates,

organochlorines--

Inhalation or absorption?

Too soon to tell.

We should wash him down.

The poison could still be
on his skin.

I already told the nurses.

(woman)
I feel...

good.

That's your complaint.

Your major symptom.

I told her this was
a waste of time.

I notice colors more.

And music.

I-I'm really hearing music.

Um, I'm 82.

And I'm supposed to be

playing canasta
with the other old ladies.

But now--

When I see a guy
with a cute butt,

I can't stop looking at him.

Or...a sexy beard.

And you figure
that enjoying cute butts

is a sign of disease.

It all started a month ago

when Mark rented
Gone With the Wind for me,

but it had the wrong DVD in it.
Oh!

Oh, right, I-I-I forgot.
This is all my fault.

Of course, he was too busy
to bring it back--

Yeah, like I don't have a life.

So I watched it.

And it had this actor in it.

This kid called Ashton Kutcher.

Now...

I think about Ashton...

All the time.

All the time.

Ah.

You remind me of him.

Same bedroom eyes.

People are always mixing us up.

I-I-I suppose you--
you need

to check my heart--

No. No, no.

That--that won't be necessary.

I told you.

(House)
But I am gonna admit you

to the hospital for tests.

What tests?
She's just old.

And you're just insufferable.

Your mother has had
a sudden personality change.

She should be checked out.

I'll have a nurse come in
and admit her.

I'm too handsome
to do paperwork.

[monitor beeping measuredly]

[sighs]

He's been on this medication
for over an hour.

Pralidoxime is very effective,
it just takes a little time

for it to kick in.

And maybe you're wrong.
Maybe it's not a pesticide.

The blood work
was pretty conclusive.

It's an organophosphate.

[alarm beeping]

Oh, my God.

(Chase)
Move back.

Ms. Davis.

Move back, please.

We're at 30.

Bradycardic arrest.
Get me the pads.

(Davis)
What are you doing?!

(Chase)
We're going to beat
his heart for him.

Set it to 60.

[breathes]

I can't stand this anymore.

We'll keep him on the pads
for another hour.

Then what?

Let's see what happens.

Well, that's not my philosophy.

Especially when it comes
to my son.

And if something bad
might happen,

I'd like to know
what our options are.

The pralidoxime isn't
doing him any good.

We're gonna have
to wire his heart.

Maybe we're wrong
about the pesticides.

I ran his plasma again twice.

Are there any stronger
treatments

for the organophosphate
poisoning?

Oh, damn it, you caught me.

We went with the weak stuff.

Just trying to save
a little money.

Actually, one of my professors

at Columbia developed
an experimental treatment

for the Army.

What's the success rate?

They're targeted.

There's a different
hydrolase treatment

for each poison.

We need to know if Matt got hit
with orthene or malathion--

What's the success rate?

(House)
Excellent, I'm sure.

It's the U.S. Army.
Be all you can be.

The point is,

what are the kid's chances
without it?

Minimal at best,
the poison's broken

the blood-brain barrier.

I assume "minimal at best"

is your stiff-upper-lip
British way

of saying "no chance in hell."

I'm Australian.

You put the Queen on your money.
You're British.

Call your professor.

If we don't know what kind
of organophosphate

we're targeting, we don't know
which hydrolase to ask for.

There's over 40
organophosphates--

Get all of them.
(Foreman)
I'll get all of them.

Great minds think alike.

(House)
By the time they get here,

we'd better know
which one we need.

If we figure out
how he got exposed,

we'll figure out
what he was exposed to.

Well, the mom had
homemade tomato sauce.

Call me crazy,
but I'm thinking maybe...

homemade tomatoes?

Front yard vegetable garden.

Kid's out there spraying.
Sees a pretty girl.

Hormones raging.
Spray can goes off in his face.

I'll check into it.

I'll make the call.

I'll keep the kid alive.
For a while, at least.

I'll have lunch.

(Chase)
Through the superior vena cava.

Into the right atrium.

Through the tricuspid valve.

Lodging into the wall

of the right ventricle.

Can you turn off the pads?

Capturing?

Getting a native heart rate
of 36.

That won't do.
Let's get him to 50.

(Wilson)
"The healer

"with his magic powers.

"I could rub his gentle brow

"for hours.

"His manly chest,

"his stubbled jaw.

Everything about him
leaves me raw."

Psych ward's upstairs.

"With joy.

"O House, your very name
will never leave

this girl the same."

It's not bad for an 82-year-old.

She asked me to give that
to her true love.

What can I say?
Chicks with no teeth turn me on.

That's...fairly disgusting.

And that's ageism.

You better watch yourself
around this babe.

Here are her test results.

[cell phone ringing]
Impressive.

Yeah.

(Cameron)
I found the pesticide.

It's disulfoton.

And it's empty,
he used up the whole can.

Okay, I'll get Chase on it.

The poison
is called disulfoton.

This should bond with it
and neturalize the poison.

Then his nervous system

will start sending
the correct signals

to the rest of his body.

But there was no disul--

well, that stuff in that can.

The label says disulfoton.
I can show you.

But you didn't test it.

You said Matt sprayed
with it this morning

before school.

Matt started
that garden himself

for environmental science class.

They weren't allowed
to use pesticides.

Apparently, he cheated a little.

It was orange peel oil.
Totally organic.

He dumped that other stuff
last winter.

The symptoms fit.

Th-there must have been
some left in the can.

If you're wrong, what will
this treatment do to him?

Well, theoretically,
it could increase the toxicity

and--

But we're not wrong.

Don't.

We're not wrong.

I can't let you do this.

(House)
Get a court order.

Unless you want
to see someone killed

by sheer irrationality.

Maternal instinct
is always irrational.

Doesn't mean it's wrong.

Actually, that's the definition.

It doesn't make her
mentally incompetent.

She is risking her son's life

based on a teenager's claim
that he washed something.

How mentally incompetent
can you get?

That's a brilliant
legal argument.

Listen, have
your Harvard Law dog

whip up some high-grade,
legal-sounding psychobabble--

"Temporary insanity brought on

by acute panic
distress syndrome."

I don't care, we have
to give him the hydrolase.

Her only sign of mental illness

is that she disagrees with you.

Some would consider that
a sign of sanity.

Not the kid.
Let's ask him.

Oh, no, I forgot.
We can't, he's dying.

Get the mother to sign off

that she's refusing
this treatment.

Good-bye.

[clears throat]

"I, Margo Davis, have been
informed of the risks

"which may arise

"from my refusal
of advised medical care.

I hereby release--"

Who are you?

I work for the hospital.

"The Princeton Plainsboro
Teaching Hospital

"and its employees, agents,
and otherwise

"from any adverse
medical conditions

"resulting from my refusal.

It is not the hospital's fault
if my son kicks off."

"Kicks off"?

I punched up the language.

Mostly for clarification.

"I understand my doctors

consider my decision
to be completely idiotic--"

Why are you doing this?

"But I am convinced
I know more than they do.

I took a biology course
in high school."

I assume that's--yeah.

"Besides, I enjoy controlling
every single aspect

of my son's life,
even if it means his death."

Sign here, please.

I brought a pen.

Who are you?

I'm the doctor who's trying
to save your son.

You're the mom
who's letting him die.

Clarification.
It's a beautiful thing.

She rethought her position.

Start him on the hydrolase.
No.

We've got a problem.

(Chase)
On three.

One, two, three.

Heart rate's 49.

0-2 stat, 84 and falling.

Saline, atropine,
and diazepam now.

His name's Chi Ling.

He was admitted
12 minutes ago.

Identical symptoms as Matt.

Chase isn't sure
he's gonna make it.

(Chase)
Bag.

[forced breathing]

Matt's next door neighbor,
by any chance?

They live ten miles apart.

Apparently, they don't
even know each other.

(man)
We live in an apartment.

We have two bamboo trees.
No pesticides.

Just dried seaweed
for fertilizer.

(Chase)
The second kid's heart
is almost as weak as Matt's.

We may need to get it
wired up too.

And I don't know how long
Matt's brain'll hold up.

His heart's not pumping
enough oxygen.

How much are you giving him?
80%.

Make it 90.

We're risking damage
to his retina.

What the heck, do it anyway.

He's a calculus student.
Probably likes having a brain.

I'll have Foreman
take care of it.

I'm the primary.

Yeah, but the mom wants
to get rid of you.

And you know me.
I'm a people-pleasing kinda guy.

What, she complained?
About me?

She went to the principal.

Told Cuddy you took drugs
in high school.

This is gonna go
on your permanent record.

I was trying to get information.
It was a strategy.

She also used
the word "slacker."

You want to come in,
smoke a little weed?

Watch some MTV?

The high school has no idea
what could've happened.

You're sure that Chi

didn't sneak
onto Matt's tomato patch?

Maybe they sniffed

disulfoton together to get high.

Same school, different grades,
different cliques.

Different everything.

Managed to get poisoned
together.

They must have something
in common.

Their classes aren't even

in the same building.

They don't even eat lunch

in the same lunchroom.

How do they get to school?

(man)
Unless you're with the board,
the police, or the union,

I don't care who you are.

Sir, we need to test the bus

for chemical residue.

And I need to pick up
the basketball team.

You got a problem with that?
Call my supervisor.

Two kids were poisoned
on your bus this morning.

They're dying.

(Margo)
My God.

The things he said.

Dr. House wanted your son
to get the medicine he needed.

And he was willing to do
whatever it took

to make that happen.

The wrong kind of medicine.

He didn't know that.

At the time,
it was our only choice.

He would've known
if he had listened to me.

He listened.

He just assumed

you were wrong.

To be honest, that's true
of most of our patients.

[laughs]

You're just as pompous
and superior as he is.

(bus driver)
Matt is back row right.

The Asian kid, uh,
first or second row left.

Okay.

Look, I got this rash
in kind of my groin region.

It's, um, not a symptom.

Neither is being obnoxious.
Looks like you're in the clear.

(bus driver)
So who poisoned him?

We're not sure yet
if it was done on purpose.

Oh, yeah?

You oughta see
these little bastards

screaming and punching
each other all day long--

Did you happen to notice
if anyone

was doing any spraying
near the bus route?

Oh, yeah, there was this truck
down by the pond

doing something or other, uh--

smelled kinda funny too.

Oh! Dr. House.

Well, it took ya long enough.

We've been waiting here--

Mr. Adams.

Would you step outside
for a moment?

Why?

Because you irritate me.

(mother)
Um, he is my son, Doctor.

He's just a little cranky
from not eating.

Fine.

Mrs. Adams, have you had
any recent sexual activity?

What?

Well, I--

I don't suppose fantasies count.

Oh, my God.

Unfortunately, I've hit
kind of a dry spell.

Only for the last--
oh, I don't know,

15 years.

See, she's--she's confused.

My father died eight years ago.
Heart attack.

Not in bed, dear.

Why do you ask?

Because you have tested positive
for syphilis.

That's impossible.

And insulting.

I don't think
it's the first time

that Mom has heard
this diagnosis.

"Cupid's Disease."

That's what we used to call it.

When did you get it?

Uh...

1939.

Prom night, I think.

He had a Chevrolet.

It was before I met your father.

You said that--

You said Dad
was your first love.

He was.

We're talking about sex.

But I-I was treated.

Which suppressed it.

In your case, for 60 years.

But now, it's back.

And the spirochetes
that cause syphilis

are eating away
at your brain cells.

Oh.
That's...revolting.

It's not as revolting
as Chlamydia.

That's got seepage.

And it's the 21st century.

We got flying cars, robot dogs.
And Penicillin.

High dose regimen
for two weeks, you're cured.

I can't believe this.

Yeah, well, pinch yourself.

(mother)
I guess for the next two weeks,

I'd better practice safe sex.

You'll be fine.

Just feed that cranky kid.

The county's worried
about West Nile,

so they sprayed ethyl-parathion
right next to the bus route.

Do you have the hydrolase
for ethyl-parathion?

Yeah. Only one problem.

Matt's mother faxed his records
to the CDC.

She refuses
to let us do anything

until she hears back from them.

Well, you're getting good
at this god-like doctor racket.

Why don't you talk her out
of this lunacy?

She's not really
a big fan of mine.

Or mine.

Well, only one man left
in the bullpen.

And he throws like a girl.

I hate sports metaphors.

Give her the high, hard one.

We really think the hydrolase
is the only--

I'm thinking about
transferring Matt out of here.

Miss Davis,
your son is very sick.

He won't survive a transfer.

I'm getting a second opinion

from the Center
for Disease Control.

Right.

Look, when my grandmother
got sick--

What, you're gonna tell me some
tough decision you had to make?

I know how hard this is for you.

Maybe embroider the story
a little, make it fit?

I can't imagine being
in your position.

Honesty.
A kind of vulnerable honesty.

That's your thing.
And the looks.

Oh, boy.
They send a single woman

to hustle the single mom.

Actually, they sent a doctor.

To tell you that if your son
doesn't get this treatment,

there's a good chance
he'll die.

That what House said
about a treatment

that would've killed Matt.

You've gotta do better
than that.

No.
It's on you.

You need to do better.

Right now, yes or no.

I don't know.

Figure it out.

Wait.

Nurse!

Help!

He's seizing. Suction.

My son!

Diazepam.

Ten milligrams.

He's not responding.
Another ten milligrams.

You're killing him!

You're killing him!

Get her out of here.
Get her out of here!

(Foreman)
Their hearts
are barely pumping.

Their lungs are shot.

Now they're showing
liver toxicity.

(House)
I guess Matt's mom
won't nominate us

for any
Doctor of the Year awards.

Only explanation is
they got poisoned

by something
besides ethyl-parathion.

Then the hydrolase
would release the neurotoxins

instead of bonding with them.

The only thing
they have in common is the bus.

Except their symptoms.

Given their severity and
the fact their cardiac symptoms

are getting worse much faster
that their other ones,

what does that tell us?

The poison was probably absorbed
through the skin.

They were admitted
at 8:45 and 11:00.

When were they poisoned?

Absorption through the skin,

anywhere
from three to eight hours.

In a case that bad, more like
one-and-a-half to four.

So Matt was poisoned
before 7:15.

Before he got on the bus.

You're thinking each kid
got poisoned in his own house?

Two separate exposures?

What do teenage boys do
in the morning?

Besides...the obvious.

Wake up. Go to the bathroom.

Then...the obvious.

Then check their zits
in the mirror.

Do they both use
the same acne cream?

Because acne cream
contains lanolin,

which could have pesticides.

And you're thinking

they both bought
the same product--

It was contaminated.
Shaving cream.

Chi doesn't look like he shaves.

But he sweats.
Deodorant could contain lanolin.

Do these people have animals?

Chi has a dog,
Matt has a cat.

(Cameron)
Fleas, flea powder...

Okay, go to their houses,
check for anything

that might've touched
their skin

between the time they got up

and the time
they went to school.

And I'm running low
on tomato sauce.

Oh!

Dr. House!

Hello.

I sent you home.

Well, I came back.

I took a cab
so my son

wouldn't try to chaperone us
this time.

I'm sorry, but the fact
that the sexual pleasure center

of your cerebral cortex
has been overstimulated

by spirochetes--

It's--it's a poor basis
for a relationship.

I learned that one the hard way.

Doctor, um...

these feelings
that I've been having,

is it all because
of the syphilis?

Yes.

Then--

Here's the prescription
you gave me.

Well, it-it's not likely

I'm going to infect anyone.

No.

But it'll kill you.

Well, gotta go sometime.

And--
[breathes]

I really don't want
to play canasta

for the rest of my life.

I--I like feeling sexy again.

And making a fool
out of myself

with handsome young doctors.

Do you think that
I would've given you this

if it would stop you
from flirting with me?

Well, but if I'm cured--

Then all the spirochetes
will die off.

But the little pieces
of your cerebral cortex

that have been destroyed

won't grow back.

You're brain-damaged.

Doomed to feeling good
for the rest of your life.

Really?
[giggles]

Well, thank you--

Georgia.

When I stop being contagious,

I'll come by for a checkup.

Yah.

Matt uses Sure.

Chi uses Old Spice.

No zit cream.

Lucky kid.

Floral air freshener.

Doesn't matter.

When's the last time
you heard of a teenage boy

using air freshener?

Pert shampoo.

Mm, Johnson's over here.

Matt's mom would make him
use air freshener.

There are limits
to a mother's power.

Even hers.

Just check.

Negative on the floral.

Matt's A.L.T.s are up to 800.

If they get any higher,
we can toss his liver.
[cell phone ringing]

Yeah.

No matches on flea powder
or underarm deodorant.

Or any other kind of deodorant.

What about shampoo?

No to shampoo,

bar soap, dish soap,

dish detergent--

How about laundry detergent?

Maybe they both washed
their clothes this morning.

I'll check.

(Foreman)
You know, if we cure Matt,

he can use his close brush
with death

on his college essays.

Admission guys love that stuff.

That's how you got in, right?

Jailhouse diary.

[sighs]

TKO.

TKO.

Liquid?

Liquid, 128 ounces.
128.

Yellow jug, "Special--

environmentally safe formula."

It's the same.

Bring in the detergent.

The detergent was contaminated

with pesticides?

Which soaked into their clothes

and got absorbed
into their skin.

Hi.

Uh, listen, the clothes
your son wore today,

he washed them
this morning, right?

What?

Nice respectful Asian kid
does the laundry.

[speaking native language]

My wife said he didn't.

Well, then I'm betting
he washed them last night

without you knowing.

[speaking native language]

He doesn't even know how
to turn on the machine.

And those clothes were new.

Nobody washed them.

His clothes are all new?

The ones he wore today, yes.
Never washed.

Now what?

What about Matt's clothes?
Were they new?

Uh, they're ratty old jeans,
I think.

They've been bagged
and taken downstairs.

Davis.

Yes, they're Matt's.

And they're old.

And yet the label isn't faded
in the slightest.

Fake old.

Hundred dollars
for the homeless look.

What, kids aren't pretentious
in England?

Chi was wearing
a different brand.

How could they both
have been contaminated?

That is a question
for the ages.

Meantime, get these tested.

I never bother
to wash new clothes

before I wear them.

Right.
Your wife does.

She likes you feeling
nice and comfortable.

Hey, I'm a man.

I don't have time for laundry.

I'm savin' lives here.

No, she doesn't wash them
either.

So your skin absorbs
a little dye,

the odd chemical
here and there--
You know me.

Mr. Livin' on the Edge.

And judging by
the self-importance

of your strut,
you have identified

the chemical in question.

Phosdrin.

Hit him with the hydrolase.

Chi's parents said yes, but--

Mighty Mom said no.

She's gonna feel like
a million bucks

when Chi lives and her son dies.

Send Cameron.

She's the only one of you

who's managed to talk her
into anything.

Not this time.

Matt's mom won't make a move

until she gets that opinion
from the CDC.

Godot would be faster.

What is this?

Thought I'd hang out.

In case you change your mind.

Then I could give Matt
the medicine right away.

Don't worry, I've got time.

The CDC promised
they'd call.

And I'm sure they will.

Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe the day after.

Takes time
to review faxed records.

Then they'll probably tell you
they can't make a decision

based on faxed records.

This is Suzy.

She's never gonna marry him.
No money.

What makes you think
you're right this time?

Same reason as last time.

If you wanna see
how the other kid does first,

that's okay.

Might help you.

Although, there's
a real good chance--

What?
Matt might "kick off"?

That's a little blunt.

I was gonna say
"run out of time"

or just kind of
let my voice trail off.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

Yes, this is Margo Davis.

But you have his records.
I sent them.

Yes, I understand.

They can't help me.

They haven't seen him.

They can't make
a decision--
Give it to him.

[in an American accent]
"The CDC is unable

"to give an opinion
at this time, ma'am.

We're gonna have a doctor
in your area next week."

You fooled her with that?

House!

So I'm gonna be cured?

As long as you don't wear
any more poisoned pants.

I'm sorry, Mom.

I knew the pants were stolen.

They were only five bucks.

You're gonna give me hell,
aren't you?

Oh, Honey, I'm just glad
you're alive.

Let's get you home
so you can rest.

Maybe I am too hard on you.

You don't have to make up
that test 'til next week.

You can stay in bed
and work on your applications.

(Foreman)
Some guy was selling pants

off the back of his truck
near the school.

When he wasn't busy
as a clothing entrepreneur,

he did day labor at a cornfield
out on Route 1.

Used the same truck
for both jobs.

He spilled pesticide
on the pants

and was too lazy to clean up.

The real question is,

why are you still here?

Why aren't you out there

making up
with the joyful mother?

Wh-why would I do that?

No reason at all.

If you don't care about her.

Or her son.

Oh, Dr. House.

The CDC called.

Again.

Oops.

Who are those guys?

Oh, they're the arrogant jerks
that saved your life.

[upbeat folk music]

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