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[sports announcer on TV]

[coughing]

(man)
If you testify,

no one can protect you.

Especially the Feds.

We'll keep you safe, Joey.

Right. In Witness Protection.

This great new life
he's giving you.

You're sacking groceries at
some goat town Stop 'N Shop,

and one of Vitale's guys

comes and puts two
in the back of your skull.

Counselor, are you advising
a witness

to withhold evidence
from a federal grand jury?

He came forward,
he volunteered.

I'm advising him
not to testify

until I'm satisfied
you can protect him.

You guys mind?

I got money on this.

What do you want?

We gave you everything
you asked for.

I asked for pasta.

You got steak.
Enjoy it.

What are you doing?

Where's your quit candy?
I just gave you a pack.

Sorry. I forgot.

Joey, whatever they give us,

what they tell you--
you get popped.

What am I gonna do? Sue them?

That's not what this is about.

You're gonna miss me.

I'm your lawyer, Joey.

You're my brother.

And I do this, you know,
I go into witness protection,

we're never gonna see
each other again.

That doesn't bother you?

It kills me.

I gotta take a leak.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah, just a little dizzy.

Get some air.

And hot.

Joey!

What'd you say to him?

Something's wrong.
Yeah, nice try.

Come on.
Let go of me.

Let go of me.
Can't you see he's sick?

Joey, Joey.

Something's wrong with him.

Come on, you're not getting
outta this that easy.

Either you're dead
or you're testifying.

[New Age music]

*

(Cuddy)
Don't have it.

(Vogler)
Budget?
Nope.

Revenue statement,
list of expenses.

House has been very busy.

Saving New Jersey from leprosy.
Yes, I know.

Getting me his numbers,
that's your job.

We're in a meeting.

Need the lawyer.

Who'd you kill?

Nobody, but it's not even lunch.

Got served with
a Federal Court Order.

Some witness went into a coma.

They want me
to take a look at him.

(Vogler)
What?

They want you to examine
a sick person?

This is a public relations
nightmare.

If folk think our staff do
that kind of thing

around here, this place will
be crawling with sick people.

I'm a doctor.

I'm not a lap dog for the Feds.
I don't play fetch.

Nobody tells you what to do.

Am I right, Dr. Cuddy?

You have three choices:

Hire a lawyer
to fight the order,

treat the guy,
or go to jail for contempt.

Up to you.

Jail. You'd like that.

No more naughty schoolgirl.

Conjugal visit,
that's her new fantasy.

[sighs]
We're not leaving
until he's gone

or you show me one good reason
for keeping him.

[video game beeping]

He's really out of it, huh?

Causes of coma:
metabolic, structural or...

He had his stomach pumped.
Why would they do that?

Rule out
poisoning.

Huh, not the typical
first guess.

Nope, first guess
was "faking it."

Patient's a federal witness.

Reluctant, I'm assuming.

He's also an 8
on the Glasgow coma scale.

[whistling]

He's barely alive.
Pretty tough to fake.

Any recent history
of head trauma?

Bad car accident?
A fall?

They tell me no.
But do an MRI to be sure.

(Chase)
Metabolic causes?
Liver, kidney, diabetes?

Check for everything.
Feds are paying.

We're going to turn a profit
on this one, boys.

Dr. House, Bill Arnello.

I'm a lawyer.

I represent Mr. Smith.

What's wrong with him?

Do I come to you
with my problems?

He's also my brother.

What?
You changed your name?

Smith wasn't good enough
for you?

His name's Joey.
He's my only brother.

He's important to you.

Got it, so no placebos for him.

We'll use the real medicine.

Well, this was fun.
Let's do it again soon.

Brother in the Mafia?

So just "Joey"?

I was hoping for a nickname.

Joey Mango.
Joey the Wrench.

[elevator stops]

People know where I am.

I want you to do your job.

Diagnose him, fix him,
and keep him here.

We're a bit of
a specialized hospital.

We generally only deal
with patients

while they're actually sick.

If you release my brother
to the government,

he does what they want,
even if you fix him, he's dead.

I need time to convince him
of that.

Good news is, if you screw up,
you don't have to worry

about a malpractice suit.

Instead, one by one,

I'll take away
the things you love

'til there's nothing left.

ding!

So on the Mafia thing,
that's a yes.

(Cameron)
Did House seem weird to you?

Were you expecting him
to be weird?

We spoke...

about how we felt.

You told him you liked him?

No, of course not.

What are you
talking about, then?

I asked him if he liked me.

Why would you do that?

'Cause...

[sighs]

I like him.

You like him like him?

Doesn't matter,
he doesn't like me.

He doesn't like anybody.

And nobody likes him.

(Chase)
MRI showed a subdural hematoma.

The bleeding around his brain
caused pressure inside his head

which caused the coma.

These look like
pseudomembranes.

These take time to form.

If it's an old injury,
it wouldn't cause the coma.

Patient history indicates he was
hit with a tire iron in 1996.

Brother says he was changing
a tire and it slipped.

An old hematoma placed
where this one is

could have caused his coma.

What about his liver?

LFTs are slightly elevated.

Key word is "slightly."

As in not high enough
to cause the coma.

It's the subdural.

I say we evacuate the cavity,
see if he wakes up.

The neurologist thinks
it's his brain

and wants to open up his head.

Frankly, I'm shocked.

You get to use

the big boy drill

in daddy's big, red toolbox.

(Joey)
No drilling.

Hi.

(Foreman)
Mr. Smith.

Call me Joe.
Can you not do that?

So we clear about
the no-drilling?

(Chase)
He's okay now, he can leave.

I'm not releasing him.

Because the brother doesn't
want you to?

Or because he had
an unexplained coma.

Which sounds better?

The hematoma
caused the coma.

It's a catchy diagnosis,
you can dance to that.

(Foreman)
I think Chase is right.

It still should be evacuated.

But it's not
an immediate threat.

Cameron's my girl.

I'd release him.

Are you disagreeing
with me because--

I'm disagreeing because
that's my medical opinion.

Of course it is.

But unless I've been named
as the fourth part

of the Axis of Evil,
invaded and occupied,

this is still not a democracy.

He's staying.

Send for hepatitis serologies
and an autoimmune panel.

[baby crying]

Hey. I'm with you.

Old enough to drink,
old enough

to do something really stupid
and make yourself a baby.

He's my brother.
I'm watching him

while our parents
are in Barbados.

He's having trouble breathing,
and there's a lot of wheezing.

Whistling, technically.
Upper airways. Nose.

If he's got the croup, that
could become meningitis, right?

Absolutely.

I-I was just studying,
and all of a sudden

I hear him crying
and sounding all weird.

Man, my parents
are gonna kill me.

I doubt it.

You don't know them.

No, I doubt you
were studying

while your parents were away.

Hello, Officer Friendly.

You might wanna
rinse this off

before you let him
play with it again.

[pager beeps]

What happened? Where is he?

Vogler called Admitting,
Admitting called Justice.

Justice came and took him away.

And who called Vogler?

He loses money.

So does ophthalmology.
Who cares? This is a hospital.

You can't just cut a department.

You can't control him.

I am the only one
that can control him.

[imitates record scratching]
D-D-Dr. House in the house.

Impeccable timing
as always.

You had no authority
to release my patient.

My colleague has just
informed me

she has a singular talent.

You are just in time
for a demonstration.

Dr. House,
from what I understand--

"From what you understand"?

He's not your patient.

How the hell
do you understand anything?

That's sad.

You're not even a doctor.

John Smith is here only
because of a court order.

I had the records faxed
to the judge.

She rescinded the order.

Why bother?
Just to piss me off?

Keeping the government
off our ass.

Hmm, yeah...
[pager beeps]

that makes no sense
for a public institution.

Okay.

Okay what?

Okay, sir. Carry on.

He really cares
about his patients.

Yeah, and he just walked
outta here with nothing.

Something's up.

He just started vomiting
and passed out.

(EMT)
35-year-old Caucasian male.

Vital signs stable now.

Gave him two liters.

He left here two hours ago.

You said
he was good to go.

So the Junior G-Man badge
isn't looking so good.

(Chase)
His liver's worse.

Comatose?

(Cameron)
No, completely different
symptoms than the first time.

His serology tests came back
positive for Hepatitis C.

Hep C is a chronic condition.

You don't think
this is an acute situation?

Coma, vomiting, abdominal pain.
Hep C explains everything.

Except for the suddenness
of the onset.

What's wrong with the timing?

You get home one night.

Your wife hits you
with a baseball bat.

Likely causes:

The fact that you haven't
thanked her

for dinner in eight years,

or the receipt for fur handcuffs
that she found in your pants.

Sudden onset equals
proximate cause.

He also has high estrogen levels
in this blood.

That's indicative of a chronic
condition, not acute.

One test. What do his other
liver tests tell us?

Normal albumin levels
point toward acute.

Okay, and why is her test
better than mine?

Because she's cuter.

Though it's close.

Do a liver biopsy.
When the results come back,

we'll know
what we're looking at.

Why wait to treat the Hep C?

If I'm right,

Joey gets better
that much faster.

Right and he gets to testify.

And you get a gold star
from Cuddy.

And what's the downside?
Or is that the downside?

Do I have a reason

for not wanting you
to get any stars?

Fine.
Start the treatment.

It's all your idea.
Don't even mention my name.

There's nothing wrong
with your theory, go.

But in the Humor Me Department,
get a biopsy while you're at it.

Foreman.

We need to talk.

You're off the case.

What? Why?

Somebody told Vogler that I lied
to the transplant committee.

You think I did?

You're too careful.

You wouldn't jump ship

unless you knew
what was in the water.

Stop, you're embarrassing me.

But I want Vogler to think
I think it's you.

And I want Cameron and Chase
and Cuddy

and Wilson
and the nursing staff

and the cashier
in the parking lot

to think that too.

Right.

The blood tests show
you have Hepatitis C.

It's a virus that infects
the liver.

No way.

It's not all bad news.
It can often be cured.

And even if not,
it's manageable.

How'd my brother get this?

Usually involves the exchange
of bodily fluids--

Bodily fluids,
what are you talking about?

There are many ways a virus
can be transmitted:

Sharing needles, blood--

Hey!

Nobody talks
to my brother like this, okay?

Fine, no idea how he got it.

But he has Hepatitis C.

We're gonna start him on--

He doesn't have it.

Don't mention it again.

Don't treat him for it.

House has some
directed donations.

Foundation support.

It's around here.

He makes you miserable.

Eight years he's worked here.
Never made a dime for you.

Never listened to you.

He can change, he's--

He hasn't changed
in eight years.

Either he can't change
or you can't change him.

You have no idea
how many times he's lied to you.

Undercut your authority.

Made you look like crap
to other doctors.

Yes, I hate him.

And here I am desperately trying
to protect his job.

What does that tell you?

That you don't hate him.

I do not protect people I like.

I protect people who are
assets to this hospital.

No, that's me.

You...

you're soft.

Right.

There are three female
chiefs of medicine

at major hospitals
in this country.

And we all got there
using our feminine wiles.

It's human nature to want
to protect people we like.

I don't like him.

To think if we just form
the right team,

we'll all get along,
be able to pull the boat--

I don't get along with him.

Well, this is not a team.
It's not a boat.

It's not a machine
that has a lot of parts

that have to work together.

The metaphors are all crap.

This is a business.
That's all it is.

You like him,
that's bad for business.

[baby crying]

Oh, this is all my fault.

Took another homework break
with Betty Lou?

No, last week, I showed him
a magic trick.

Pulled a quarter
out of his nose.

It's a classic.

Yeah, now he won't stop
shoving stuff up there.

[baby crying]

Dr. House.

Got a crisis here.

It's okay.

Stop!

That's a neat trick.

They have to believe
you'll actually hurt them.

Ah.

Your people insulted
my brother.

What, they put Romano in the
Parmesan cheese shaker again?

Said he was a crackhead
or a homo or something.

Those idiots.

How many times am I gonna
have to send them

for sensitivity training?

Nobody's saying he's a homo.

That would be
really, really bad.

So let's put
a nice friendly spin on it.

Let's go with he got raped
in prison.

I saw the jailhouse tats.

Put it together
with the blood tests.

There were rumors, but Joey
never said anything about it.

If people find out
he's being treated for Hep C...

if Fed's get that chart,

someone says something
to somebody,

word will get out.

And then Joey's manhood,

his rep, he's destroyed.

You're worried about how
his coworkers will react

at the Wal-Mart in Des Moines.

He's not going into
Witness Protection.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

Listen.

I don't know
if you know about this,

but Mob businesses sometimes
keep two sets of books.

One legit, one not.

Exactly.

You jerking my chain?

Doctors are busy.

Sometimes they forget
to write things down.

Happens all the time.

Thanks.

Oh, and, uh...

whatever you're not giving him
for whatever he doesn't have,

is that gonna fix him?

I doubt it.

(House)
On your way to polish
Vogler's car?

Gone are the days
of the grumpy old doc

seeing patients
in the basement of his house,

getting paid a few chickens.

How will I eat?

You know what Cuddy's been
locked away with Vogler about

All day today

and yesterday?

Floor polish costs
through the roof?

You.

Her secretary's been
at the photocopier all day

with your records.

It's all they're looking at
in there.

My car has been stolen.

Or rein-car-nated.

Pink slip.

A gift from
the Arnello brothers.

You know...

they're gangsters, sure,
but they're thoughtful too.

You can't keep it.

It's graft.

No, no, no.
Uh-uh.

Graft is if I tell him
I'll only make it better

if he slips me a couple bucks.

Or a payoff for something
I'm not supposed to do.

If I'd asked for the payoff,
which I didn't,

I would have done
the bad thing anyway.

So there's nothing wrong
with this.

Right.
Damn.

A '65. Perfectly restored.

You can't.

What do you think
a guy like Joey would do

if someone turned down a gift?

That's kind of an insult,

isn't it?

He might hurt you.

It's definitely possible.

I'm screwed.

Gotta take the car.

(Cameron)
Did you see House's new car?

From Joey.
He obviously can't keep it.

You don't mind the hospital
taking money from Vogler?

That's different.
Vogler's legit.

That's worse.

Vogler's money
came with strings.

Vogler doesn't set me up
to have a mobster

take a swing at me.

I'm sure House didn't know--

Joey's pressure dropped.

Pushed IV fluids.
Now he's holding 100 systolic.

(Cameron)
Septic?

(Foreman)
No, it looks like
he's bleeding into his liver.

Varices. See it with
chronic Hep C all the time.

Biopsy's back.

Two findings--number one:

Lymphocytic infiltrate
and no bridging fibrosis.

Well, whatever's killing him
is not Hep C. It's acute.

Who said that?
I forget.

What are you doing here?

I told you
you were off the case.

Right, your diabolic plan
to convince the evil genius

he's in the clear,

so he'll let his guard down
and make a fatal mistake.

Sure.
Well, it's clearly
not gonna work now.

What evil genius?

If we knew that, we wouldn't
need a diabolic plan, would we?

House thinks someone ratted
him out to Vogler.

[scoffs]

What, one of us?

No, you guys love me
too much.

All right, look,
if it's not the Hep C,

then what's the problem?

What's causing
the liver failure?

(House)
Finding number two:

Toxins.

No. He's only 30 years old,
and his job doesn't expose him

to heavy metals
or environmental--

He's a 30-year-old mobster.

He doesn't have a job
that results in

accidental exposure to toxins.

He has a job that results in
intentional exposure to toxins.

Someone's poisoned him.

(House)
Whatever this toxin is,
it's doing the job and fast.

How long until we have
the next round of test results?

About four hours.

Too bad his liver's only gonna
last another two.

We're gonna have
to get him a new one.

What, in two hours?

There is another way.

Relax. It's kosher.

(Bill)
This is so bizarre.

(Chase)
Not really.

We just take Joey's blood
out of his body

and run it through a pig.

The pig's liver does what
Joey's can't--cleans his blood.

Which we send
right back to him.

(Bill)
So the pig's gonna
make him better?

(Chase)
Nope.

Just buys us some time
to figure out

what's poisoning
your brother.

Like nothing,
like you do this all the time.

Oh, we've basically got a barn
in the basement.

(Cameron)
Cross off hemlock.

You thought he was being
poisoned by hemlock?

Dr. Euripides tell you
to check for that?

It grows wild
by the highways out here.

So...how much do you like House?

Chase has a big mouth.

Yeah, he's probably the one
who ratted to Vogler.

I don't think that he would--

Does it hurt
when you're with House?

You know, a little pain
in the tummy,

but it sort of feels good too?

I don't have the right
to show interest in someone?

You absolutely do.

And I absolutely have the right
to humiliate you for it.

(House)
Anything?

White blood count's low.

Probably a result
of the illness.

Nothing to connect
to the liver.

Is he a smoker?

(Cameron)
Let me check.

Early signs of emphysema.

He's been smoking at least
a dozen years.

(Cameron)
18. You got that
from the white count?

Nope, got that
from the chest x-ray.

The white count just tells me
he's quitting.

Two weeks ago.

How's your tummy?

Flat and taut.

(man)
I've been on the job
for 12 years.

You put $3,000 in your wife's
checking account this morning.

I wanna know
where it came from.

I got a perfect record.

Where did you get
the money?

You can cancel the thumbscrews.
I've got our culprit.

Who?

Not "who." "Hu."

Huh?

Thanks for playing along.

Chai Hu.

A Chinese herb in
his quit-smoking candy.

Reduces cravings, also reduces
his white blood count.

Oh yeah, he also took enough
of them to poison himself.

We'll keep him on the pig
for a few more hours

and then take him off
the candy, he'll be fine.

Pig won't be.

Oh, no.

Hey.

Feeling better?

I'm famished.

I heard they got
fish sticks on the menu.

Oh. Makes me miss prison.

* Some people call me
the space cowboy... *

So the mobster's good to go?

I'll keep him overnight,

then let the Feds know
he's good to rat out

whoever he wants.

His brother won't be happy.

Maybe have to give back
the car.

You should let Vogler
tell the Feds.

Why?

Because it matters to him.

Because you humiliated him
the first time

Joey was released.

You think you should still
be in third there, Ace?

He humiliated himself.

And because your job

depends on the kind
of mood Vogler's in

at the end of
his marathon with Cuddy.

Seriously, man,
have you ever

actually driven
an automobile before?

There are four gears,
you know.

The '66 came with
a "shut up" button.

[indistinct talking]

I need more--

It is my medical opinion
that the patient is healthy

and can be released.

Thanks for letting us know.

Get me
the U.S. Attorney's office.

I see you found out
what we're meeting about.

You're having a meeting?

Well, whatever the reason,
the coat looks good on you.

Chai Hu lozenges caused
this kind of liver failure?

No way.

Not by themselves, but in
combination with the Interferon,

it's like gas to a flame.

What Interferon?

For the Hep C.

What Hep C?

Oops.

Is hiding a mobster's Hep C
that important?

Is letting the Feds know
everything that important?

You know what,
you are a piece of work.

Even now, knowing--
Ed.

Edward.

Joey's back in a coma.

(Chase)
He's stable, but comatose.

(Foreman)
Worse than before.

He's on a ventilator.

Question is, why?

It's not his brain.

It's not a toxin.

Our friend Babe helped
with that one.

So what else?

The Hep C.

We never really treated it.

We stopped the Interferon when
it started poisoning his liver.

(House)
Am I gonna have to write
a song about it?

His chronic Hep C
was not bad enough

to produce these symptoms.

The estrogen level
indicates it is.

It indicates something else
entirely.

We can't give him
Interferon now.

There's still traces
of the lozenges in his system.

It'll just poison him again.

(Chase)
Genetics.

We don't treat the virus,
we change it.

Non-nucleoside allosteric
inhibitor.

It's never been tried on a human
being.It could kill him.

(Chase)
What's the difference?
He's dead without it.

They're running
a trial on dogs

at St. Sebastian's
out in Philadelphia.

I'll make the call.

(House)
What else can cause

his estrogen level
to be that high?

Nothing.

We're gonna put
the medicine in here.

Don't want it to burn his veins
when it goes in.

(Bill)
You have no idea
if it'll work.

It's shown promise in testing.

(man)
Maybe there's nothing up there.

I watched him like a hawk.

[baby crying]

I'm pretty sure you didn't.

I didn't let him play
with any more little toys.

Thus forcing him to shove
a big one up there.

[baby crying]

Stop or I snap your nose off.

He-he's not too smart.

Genetics is a powerful force.

On the other hand,

maybe he's smarter
than you think.

What's going on?

Just gimme a second.

Always wanted to use
one of these.

Tilt his head back.

I-I don't know.

Just tilt his head back.

[clears throat]

Nice grasp of concepts.

Relationships. Very smart.

Very cool.

First the policeman, fireman,

and the fire truck.

Your brother was sending in
teams to save the cat.

Wow.

Sometimes the simplest answer...

What types of comas
do you just snap out of?

He's not snapping
out of this one.

He's not improving.

You've crossed out
estrogen.

You got an explanation?

Yes, I have.
A very simple one.

And?

It's private.

[clears throat]

You think I'm the one
running to Vogler.

You're currently top
of the list.

Toxic comas--persons away
from the cause

long enough,they recover.

The Feds checked for poisons.
We checked for poisons.

I didn't do it.

It's not a poison then.

An allergy.

Did you hear me?

What about a food sensitivity?

All his food
is strictly controlled.

There's no correlation between
his meals and his condition.

He had steak and potatoes
before the first coma.

And the hospital served
fish sticks

before the second one.

You can trust me.

Problem is,
if I can't trust you,

I can't trust your statement
that I can trust you.

But thanks anyway.
You've been a big help.

So where did you get
the money?

What?

Someone paid you off.

What are you talking about?

It wasn't poison.
You told us--

(House)
Who's talking about poison?

I'm talking about
payoffs, graft.

Leave him alone.

(House)
You paid the marshal off.

I didn't pay him to poison
my brother.

No, it just worked out
that way.

I gave the guy some money
to bring in some decent food.

Better than fish sticks?
I'm thinking steak.

We asked for pasta,
but those stupid Feds--

He had steak
before both comas.

Your brother has Ornithine
Transcarbamylase Deficiency.

Want me to write it down?

Good 'cause it takes awhile.

It's genetic.
Can present at any time.

If the patient eats
a large amount of protein,

especially
if he's not used to it.

But that's it?

He just stays off the red meat
and he's gonna be fine?

Yes, if I'm right,
we stop the current treatment,

and he gets better.

If we stop the current treatment
and I'm wrong, he dies.

Why would you be wrong?

His estrogen level.

OTD doesn't explain
his estrogen level.

But I have a theory.

There is one chemical
that if ingested can cause

a person's estrogen level
to increase dramatically.

What is it?

It's called estrogen.

Joey's taking estrogen?

What, he wants a sex change?

No, nothing like that.

It's called Male Flame.

It's probably more
consumer-friendly

in the original Chinese.

It's an herbal aphrodisiac,
marketed to gay men.

Oh, here we go.
It's sold on
the same website

that sells
his Chai Hu lozenges.

Guess what's in it?

Starts with an "E."

You wanna get hit too?

That would be quite a trick.

"He slapped me so hard,
his brother turned straight."

Joey's a big-time mobster.

Guys like that don't
get raped in prison.

They get gifts.

They get food, drugs,
cigarettes.

Cable TV.

Joey is not gay.

Well, maybe not gay,

but certainly delightful.

You, on the other hand,
hitting a doctor--

even if it was only Chase--

and asking another one
to keep Joey's chart

fresh and homo-free,

that's a bit of an overreaction,
wouldn't you say?

It's almost like you're scared
it might be true.

You're wrong.

Okay, then don't stop
the treatment.

If you're wrong, he dies.

Okay.

Never said anything
to me about it, not once.

That's what I love
about you mob guys.

So tolerant of others.

So accepting.

Only way he was coming out
was way, way out.

Lose the tattoos,
change his name,

move to another town.

How's a guy like him
gonna do that?

Witness Protection:

It's not just
for witnesses anymore.

You can go in now,
sit with him if you want.

How much longer?

It's only been three hours.
If it's the OTD--

If it's the OTD...

What if House is wrong, huh?

That severe reaction,

it'll take some time--

He makes these assumptions

about people,
talks you into things--

Mr. Arnello?

He's awake.

He wants to see you.

You look like crap.

That's a joke, see.

I'm sick, I said,

"You look like crap."

You have no idea what
I just went through out there.

You kept getting worse.

And Dr. House kept saying
all this crap.

If I think you're normal,

then he's gonna keep giving
you the medicine.

And if you weren't...
Weren't what?

Normal?

Yeah.

He said you were a fag.

Witness Protection
is your big chance to be one.

You believed him?

I don't know what to believe.

You were sick.

I had to make a decision.

I thought you were gonna die.

You believed him.

He stopped the medicine.

Here I am.

I wanted to talk to you
about it--

There's nothing to talk about.

You, uh...

ordered some Chinese
Internet health crap.

They sent the wrong pills,
and you took 'em.

Yeah, yeah, that, uh...

[sighs]
That must be it.

You want to testify?

Go ahead.

I told the Doc.
He said it's okay.

I don't expect you
to understand.

I don't.

All I need to know
is you're my brother, Joey.

If you think this thing,
whatever,

is gonna make you happy...

then I think you should do it.

You should.

Vogler wants to fire you.

Lose the whole department.

Good think you fought
for me though, right?

The dress was a nice move.

But you gotta follow it up.
Nasty weekend in Vegas.

Something that shows off
your real administrative skills.

He threatened to fire me.

I'm sorry.

So how long do I have?

Got a lot of personal stuff
to pack up.

And I assume you're gonna
wanna throw a party.

I told him I know where
the bodies are buried.

The stuff he needs to know
that's not in the books.

Told him he can't ditch me.

If he's only keeping you on

because you know the secret
handshakes...he's a quick study.

Six months,
he'll have the moves down.

He won't need you anymore.

I'll deal with that then.

So I stay?

Yes.

But some things
are going to change.

(House)
Profits.

New world order.

Everything's about profits.

Yeah, that's real new.

You could rent out the Corvette
every once in awhile.

Or lend it to a friend.

That would be easy.

And it would be wrong.

But Cuddy stood up for you.

To a point.

To what point?

I gotta do six more
clinic hours a month.

So do two of them.

(Wilson)
Why only two?

'Cause one of them is gone.

I gotta fire somebody.

Good morning.

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