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(Stacy)
Oh!

I gotta go.

No, no, he'll be here.

I'm sure
he's just running

a little late.

He's cancelled two exams.
He's not gonna--

He's scared of you.

Sure.

The ex-boy-toy.
Well, that makes sense.

He wasn't scared before.

Right, you think being
afraid of me

is a symptom
of a serious ailment.

Sudden mood swings,
infantile regression,

abdominal pain,

he's passed out twice--

Yeah, I think it might be
a medical problem.

He's 20 minutes late.

I'm out of here.

Please.

He'll be here.

Why?
Because he loves you?

And does everything he's told?

Because I didn't tell him
you'd be here.

He likes to see.

Yes, he does.

(Mark)
Stace?

What's going on?

Hey.

Hi, I'm Greg House.
You must be Matt.

Mark.

Mark Warner.
Don't get up.

Sorry, parent conferences.

It's okay.
Hi.

Wow.
Greg House.

Yeah. Wow.
I haven't been avoiding you;

I just didn't want
to waste your time.

The other doctors
checked me out.

They said
it was just stress.

College season.
Kids, parents--

they're all over me.
Makes sense to me.

Greg.
What do you want me to do?

You said you'd check him out.

He says he's healthy.

What's to check out?

Sorry for the mix-up.

But I'm glad you two got
a chance to catch up.

Looks like you're having fun.

Oh, he's good.

If you can fake sincerity,

you can fake
pretty much anything.

I can't tell you how much
I like your fella.

Yeah, me too.

And I thought you'd be
all sarcastic.

Bitter, you know...

Because Stacy married me.

(House)
You know, we should
do things together--

Maybe throw a ball around
or something.

Guy stuff.

We could go
for a run together.

Yeah.
It's Oscar Wilde.

Wow, this pissing contest
is really turning me on.

He needs to go
to the hospital.
Here's to women.

Can't live with them,
you can't kill 'em

and tell the neighbors

they're stripping
in Atlantic City.

Damn straight.

I'm definitely taller.

I have more hair.

And I think that--

Ohh!

Mark.

Whoa...

Did someone call 911

for a wagon
to Princeton Plainsboro?

Garcon!

It's okay, ladies and gentlemen,
nothing to worry about.

Unless you had the veal.

You dosed him.

I told you
I'd check him out.

I was a little worried
they were gonna get here

before he passed out.

It would've been tougher
to get him to drink.

I'll give you a ride.
We can talk.

[Massive Attack's Teardrop]

*

(Cameron)
Tummy ache, cranky,
no apparent source.

Any thoughts?

Hmm.

Foreman, you gonna
contribute?

Or are you too tired
from stealing cars?

I'm being House.
It's funny.

I know.

You made milk come
out of my nose.

(House)
Morning.

You guys got the file;
what's wrong?

Previous tests revealed nothing

that would cause abdominal pain
or the mood swings.

Then we're done.

What do you think--
Ball game?Zoo?

I don't care, I just wanna
hang with you guys.

What about drugs?

His tox screen
on admission showed

a massive amount
of chloral hydrate.

Yeah, sorry.
That was me.

I had to dope him up
to get him in here.

Guy doesn't think
he's sick.

Who does?

His wife.

The woman you used
to live with.

That's her Indian name.

On her driver's license
it's Stacy.

I assume you have
a point.

You believe her
over the patient himself.

That's why
we're taking this case.

The truth?

I hear voices.

All the time,
telling me to do stuff.

It's crazy.

What happened
to "everybody lies"?

I was lying.

Do the things--

the, you know,
blah blah blah--

all that stuff
the other docs did.

If that's negative,

ultrasound his belly.

If that' negative,
CT his abdomen and pelvis,

with and without contrast.

Did I miss anything?

Kitchen sink?

Well, we could certainly
give that--

Oh, you minx.

What you're thinking
is you're going to save him

be a hero,
and win her back.

It's always impressive,

that level
of twisted narcissism.

She's married.

Big clue I lost
the game.

You can't be within 50 feet
of Stacy Warner.

She wanted me to treat him.

Treat the husband,
stay away from the wife.

But what if they get close
to each other?

What do I do then?
Hey.

You have to treat this
like a regular case.

Be yourself--

cold, uncaring,
distant.

Please...
don't put me on a pedestal.

(Cameron)
We CT'd your abdomen--

Nothing that would explain
the stomach pain.

What's the next move?

Leaving.

How many more tests
do I need?

How many more doctors need
to clear me

before we can get back
to our life?

Just one.

House.

It must be awkward

being treated by a man

who used to be involved
with your wife.

It's awkward being
in a hospital

when there's nothing
wrong with me.

(Cameron)
MRAs were clean.

Which means
he's probably fine.

He doesn't seem paranoid,
he shows no signs of--

No, it means we have
no idea what's wrong with him.

(Foreman)
Ben Goldstein says
his schedule's locked.

He can't do it
before tomorrow.

No, today. Call him.
Tell him I'll make it work.

You're cutting him open?

Whoa, hold it.

There's no need
for exploratory surgery.

Dr. Cameron has
a diagnosis.

No, I just think
it's premature

and maybe
irresponsible to do

exploratory surgery

before we know
he's actually sick.

No, it's premature
to put him

on a list
for hospice care.

And it's maybe irresponsible
to imply my actions

are not rationally
supported.

All we have
is his wife--

Who says
his stomach hurts.

Works for me.
The patient doesn't even

think he's sick.

Why would he consent to--

His wife's a lawyer.

She's very convincing.

Call Goldstein.

Surgery's on.

[respirator hisses]

(Stacy)
Leslie versus Leslie
seems to be

right on point,
but I'm sure

they're gonna try
to distinguish it by--

Sorry, they'll try
to distinguish it

relying on
the minority opinion...

Double milk, no sugar.

I like sugar now.

[tapping cane]

Some people would be
annoyed by that.

You know why people sit
in waiting rooms?

This is gonna be good.

People think the closer

they're sitting
to the operating room,

the more they care.

That's why I'm here.

I'm not moving
until everybody sees me.

Are you doing anybody
besides Mark?

It's a medical question.

Because if I am,
his paranoia isn't paranoia;

it's a justified response

therefore not
a legitimate symptom?

Knew you'd understand.

On the other hand,

if it was really just
a medical question,

you would've sent
one of your people.

Why just push my buttons
when you can push theirs too?

"Hey Dr. Mandingo,
go ask the wife if she's been

messing around."

You were asking

because if I am...
unfaithful,

I might sleep with you.

The answer's no,
I don't sleep around.

Make sure you note that
in his file.

Mrs. Warner?
Surgery went well.

He's in recovery.
You can see him now.

Goldstein found nothing
but a distended bladder.

Neurogenic bladder
isn't causing the pain.

Also doesn't cause
personality changes.

On the other hand,
it would completely account

for Cameron's diagnosis.

The patient is
completely healthy.

Get me the video
of the surgery.

[buttons click]

Dr. Mandingo, you're needed
at the plantation house.

Well, don't everybody
talk at once.

[sighs]

There's nothing there.

Stop looking at
the suspiciously empty bottle,

and look at the screen.

Here's why I get
the big bucks.

This is nothing.

An enhanced version
of nothing.

This...

is the problem.

Unbelievable.

Tremors
in the muscle fiber.

That's not peristalsis.

That's abdominal epilepsy.

Means there's some sort
of neurological problem.

Time bomb in his brain.

I forget,
who said it was nothing?

(Foreman)
I saw a very small,
diffuse abnormality

in the brainwaves,

probably white matter.

Means his axonal nerves
are dying.

Explains
the neurogenic bladder.

Enough nerves die,
he dies.

Global axonalnerve death.

Likely causes are encephalitis
or Alzheimer's.

Early onset Alzheimer's.

The worst.

(House)
He won't die right away.
He'll just want to.

I'll check the blood
for Alzheimer's protein markers.

Last I heard, Alzheimer's
had a genetic component.

Patient have parents?

Parents died
in a car crash.

No history of dementia.

Send CSF

for CBC and viral serologies

to rule out encephalitis

and get Tau proteins
to check for Alzheimer's.

And this still feels
a little light.

I took a complete
medical history.

Check out their house.

Take Sparky with you.

They live in Short Hills.
Two hours away.

You can expense the tolls.

You're not interested
in the medical history.

You're a peeping tom trying

to spy on your ex.

Her secret diary--

That's the main thing.

But as long as you're there,

take a peek
in the medicine cabinet.

Check for toxins,
heavy metals,

anything
that might explain this

other than encephalitis
or Alzheimer's.

And get receipts
for the tolls.

Making lunch?

I assume that's for Mark.

We know about his parents.

What about further back?
Grandparents?

Uncles, aunts?
How is their health?

Greg hates fishing.
He's got a theory.

Most likely candidate right now
is Alzheimer's.

No.

There's been no memory loss.

I mean, he forgets where he left
his keys, but who doesn't?

Any family history?

Of?
Whacked-out-ness?

His sister voted for Nader.

Twice.
That's about it.

You were with House
when it happened?

To his leg?

Oh.

You're interested
in him.

We went on one date.

It...didn't go very well.

Our first date didn't either.

I was never gonna
see him again.

A week later I moved in.

Five years.

What would you like to know?

What was he like
before his leg?

Pretty much the same.

[bell rings]

He's clear.

No Alzheimer's.

Yeah,
that's what I figured.

Serious mountain bike.

Hasn't been used
in a while though.

He switched to yoga.

Brand new yoga mat
and tape.

Man's getting older.

Or it might indicate
back pain.

Wife would've mentioned it.

Hear yoga's good for picking up
the ladies too.

Not when you do it
in your own home.

Change could just be
a change,

not a symptom.

Chase.

"Dear House boys,

"a snack for your
highly illegal search.

"Hope you like
oatmeal raisin.

Love, Stacy."

Whoa.

In a desk drawer,
hidden in the back

under some papers.

Secret stash.

(Chase)
Amphetamines.

Regular use could
lead to neurotoxicity.

Explains
the axonal nerve damage

and the personality
issues.

On the other hand...

Prescribed to W. Brown.

Fake name,

fake prescription.

Could be.

But the prescribing doc,
his name's real.

This guy's just had
his license pulled

for writing illegal
prescriptions

to high school kids.

Mark's a high school
guidance counselor.

And Mr.Brown's
birth date

makes him 17 years old.

Do you think maybe
these were confiscated

by a high school
guidance counselor?

Anything else?

Um, yeah, he switched
from mountain biking to yoga.

Could indicate--

He's getting older.

What did
the CFS say about

encephalitis?

Said no.
Champagne tap.

No red cells,
no white cells,

serology's negative.

Which means we're back
to Alzheimer's.

I told her
he didn't have it.

Marker tests
were negative.

Well, then you should've told
her that.

He could still have it.

PET scan will reveal

any change in metabolic activity

in the cerebral cortex.

Run it through.

Check his memory.

I'm going to inject
a chemical marker

called FDDNP.

Then I'm going to ask you
a series of questions.

Test my memory?

Yeah, but first
we're gonna map out

some specific brain functions.

You know,
check out the engine

before you take
the car for a drive.

Checking up on me?

I like all the pretty lights.

Yeah.

Okay.

[taps button]
Here we go.

Your full name?

Mark Warner.

[taps]

Is your mother living?
No.

Limbic system's intact.

Okay, say you find
a stamped envelope

on the street--
what do you do?

Find a mailbox and mail it.

Jeez.
What a guy.

His frontal lobe is working
way better than mine.

[taps button]

Do you remember
when you got married?

Three years ago this July.
Who is that?

What? Could be a problem
with his long-term memory.

[taps]
Big church wedding?

Is that House?

He remembers voices.

This serves
no diagnostic purpose.

Well, I thought you skimped
on the limbic system there,

emotional reactions.

I just want
to be thorough.

Did the atheistic bride wear

a pretty white dress?

Was she thinking of you?

Is that what you medically
need to know?

[taps]
What jewelry
did your bride wear?

She never wears any jewelry.

Except that cross
her mother gave to her.

No underwear either.

At least not that day.

I remember,
'cause she ripped

her pretty white dress off
in the car.

That the sort of answer you're
looking for, doctor?

I think I upset him.

You gotta stop this now.

I remember the honeymoon
was in Paris.

I remember,

'cause we didn't leave
the room for two weeks.

You want the details on that?

A little defensive.

It's not paranoia
if someone's out to get you.

[door opens]

Here we go.

He's sick, paranoid,

and you keep hammering him
about me?

The questions were designed

to define
the operational parameters

of his limbic system.

Elevate the words
all you want.

You were just screwing
with him.

Low even
by your standards.

Medical screwing.
It's what I do.

And then you run away
like a 12 year-old.

Go hide on the roof
like you always do.

I haven't been up here
in five years.

I don't know
what's wrong with him.

It's not Alzheimer's,
it's not encephalitis.

It's not environmental,
it's not immunological.

Every test is negative
every time.

He's perfectly healthy...

but his brain is dying.

Never occurred to me...

that you couldn't figure out
what's wrong.

I haven't given up.

So what do we do?

Wait.

For what?

Something to change.

It's one of the great
tragedies of life:

that something always--

something always changes.

[monitor beeps]

Nurse.

Nurse!

What happened?
What's wrong?

My toes, they were numb.

Tingly, then...

nothing.

No pain, nothing.

It's okay.
They're gonna take care of you.

I'm scared, Stacy.
Hold my hand.

What?

What's happening?

Time marches on.

He's paralyzed.

His symptoms mimic

a peripheral nervous system
under attack.

(Chase)
But he's experiencing
significant paresthesias,

and he can't move
his hands or toes.

It's peripheral.

Guillain-Barre Syndrome
attacks there,

not the brain.

(Foreman)
No, no...

I already did
an indirect Coombs' test.

No agglutination,

no antibodies.

Initiative.
Like that.

Start him on IV immuno--

No antibodies means
he doesn't have Guillain-Barre,

period.

Period?

More like dot, dot, dot.

What if he has the virus,

but isn't producing
those antibodies?

Come on, the chances of that--

Didn't ask
about the Vegas line.

I said "what if."

It would mean he's sick,

and his body's not doing
anything about it.

So we either fight it for him
or it's fatal.

Fatal sounds very bad to me.

But without
the antibodies,

we can't even test for it.

Don't know if we're right.

Treatment isn't
all that dangerous.

Plasmapheresis
and IVIG.

If it works,
we're right.

If he dies...

it was something else.

So the paralysis
might not be permanent?

That's our hope.

But the brain's tricky.
You never know.

What was that?
What?

With the head.
The look.

He just wants
to talk to me.

Well, if it was medical,
he should be talking to me.

I'll be just outside
the door.

Leave.

Go talk to him.

You're gonna leave me anyway.

No.

That's not gonna happen.

You left him.
And he had a limp.

If I can't walk
or hold you--

Honey,
I'm not going anywhere.

I'm not going to talk to him.

If I can't feed myself?

Mark, what you're feeling--
it's not real.

It's the virus.

Mark?

What is it?

Mark.

His throat closed up.
He can't breathe.

Code Blue!
Hurry!

He's having a reaction
to the IVIG.

I need epi, stat.

Can't get the scope
in his throat.

Stop that.

He's having an allergic
reaction. He's crashing.

No, he's not.
Look at his vitals.

O2 sats are within range.

I'm betting the only
abnormal sign is sweaty palms.

Push two milligrams Ativan.

No allergic reaction.
Just a panic attack.

Something obviously

freaked him out.

Can we talk now?

(Stacy)
You couldn't just
come into the room?

He's had five visitors
drive down.

I didn't recognize
any of them.

Six more have sent him
flowers, candy,

and a teddy bear,

which I'm sure he finds
very comforting.

But I didn't recognize
any of the names on the cards.

Shockingly, Mark has friends.
And I have some new ones.

No, it's not shocking
that you have new friends.

But it is shocking
that you apparently

dumped all your old ones.

I haven't.

No, I didn't think so.

I just think
you didn't tell any of them

that you were down here.

Now, why would that be?

Why would you not tell
your oldest friends

that you were taking Mark

to Princeton Plainsboro
Teaching Hospital

to try to save his life?

I've been busy.

I haven't kept track
of who knows what.

See, my old friends

are telling me to be careful.

They seem to think--

He.
Andsent me the bear.

Figures.

He seems to think...

that I'm not over you.

And that it
might be dangerous

for me to spend time
with you.

I'm thinking your friends

might have similar concerns.

And so you didn't

tell them you'd be here.

With me.

What's your point?

That I'm still
in love with you?

I should abandon
my dying husband,

and we should head for Rio?

No.

Greg, I appreciate
what you're doing for us,

but I think
maybe Wilson's right.

Maybe you should just
stay away from me.

[fax machine buzzes]

What's up?

Loved the bear.
It was adorable.

My wife's gonna kill me.

We're having company.
She cooked.

I got Mark's
latest blood work.

He's not responding
to treatment.

I'm sorry.

I was happy.

He's my patient.

I'm sure he's a good guy--
he's probably a great guy.

He's apparently
a much better guy than I am.

And some part of me
wants him to die.

I'm just not sure
if it's because...

I wanna be with her.

Or if it's because
I want her to suffer.

Hey.

Is it okay
if I talk to Stacy for a minute?

I'll be just
outside, honey.

You two are good together.

You know nothing
about Mark.

He took you to Paris.

That's good enough for me.

We never went
to Paris.

Your honeymoon.
It's been your dream city.

You wanted to go
since you were 16.

He actually took you.

No, I had to work.

We spent the night in New York,
then we went back

to Short Hills.

What is it?

When did Mark switch
from mountain biking to yoga?

About a month ago.

Same time he started
getting sick.

What does that mean?

We have two more symptoms.

Patient was asked

a series of questions
to determine

the functionality
of his brain.

Yeah. You grilled him
about Stacy.

Whatever.

Yeah, point is
he told us everything

we need to know
to diagnose him.

That is if we use your fancy
PET scan as a lie detector.

See, it's a very
creative process, lying.

Now, telling the truth
is a much simpler process.

Now, see here--

Question nine.

This is where Mark gives
a long, rambling answer

about taking Stacy
to Paris.

What does the PET scan say?

Minimal involvement,

just the frontal
and temporal lobes.

He said he went to Paris
and the PET confirms it.

So...what?

They didn't go.

They didn't go to Paris,

and yet Mark's brain
apparently thinks

that he really did spend
40 Francs

on a tour of the Bastille.

So we have
an intermittent syndrome

that presents with

abdominal pain,
polyneuropathy,

paranoia, and...

Delusions.

Now, here's the thing

about Acute Intermittent
Porphyria--

It'll jump you
in a dark alley,

beat the crap out of you,
leave you bleeding.

But it wears gloves,
so no fingerprints.

Doesn't show up in blood tests,
urine tests,

nothing.

Unless you catch it red-handed

in the middle of an attack.

But there are other symptoms
of AIP.

Such as?

Light sensitivity.

Yeah.

Well, one of the true tragedies
of this condition

is that it makes you wanna

stick your cool new
mountain bike in the garage

and take up an indoor sport

like, say...yoga.

Start the treatment.

Hematin and glucose.

(Cameron)
If you give him Hematin now

and you're wrong,
he dies today.

(Foreman)
There's only one way
to confirm AIP.

Urine sample made
during the attack.

There's no way to predict
when he'll have another attack.

Sure there is.

Acute Intermittent Porphyria
has very

specific triggers.

Barbiturates, alcohol,
high levels of protein

will set off an attack.

Which trigger do you think
set off Mark's?

Not the faintest idea.

That's why I'm gonna give him
the combo plate, all of it.

So if he has this
and you trigger an attack,

the attack makes him worse,
right?

Yeah.

But then we'll know what it is
and we can treat it.

If I-I don't have this thing

and you give me that shot,

what happens?

No idea.

If we don't know
what's messing up your brain,

we don't know
how you'll react.

Okay, I need a minute
with my husband.

He doesn't want
the trigger.

He wants to wait,

see if we can come up
with another explanation.

If it is AIP,

how much time
does he have?

No idea.

Next attack could be fatal.

Could be six months
from now,

could be five minutes
from now.

I want you to test him.

Fine. I'll send for
an HMB-synthase mutation.

Genetic test.

The lab will get back to us
in a month.

Give him the cocktail,
set off an attack.

No.

Why not?

Because he doesn't
want me to.

I'm not gonna sue you.
I'm not gonna report you.

He might.

He's paralyzed.

Either you cure him

or he won't be writing
any letters.

I'm not gonna do it.
Why not?

You keep asking me
that question.

My answer doesn't change.

I gave him the parameters,

it's his call.

You want him to die.

I diagnosed him.
I did my job.

You want somebody
to tie him down

and force him
into treatment,

well, you're way better
at that than I am.

Is that what this is?

Payback for your leg?

How many times
have we been over this?

I saved your life.

Yeah. Maybe.

You're gonna kill my husband
to teach me a lesson?

No, he's gonna die
'cause he's too stubborn

to make the right choice.

Now we're in your territory.

I am respecting
your husband's decision.

I don't see why you've got
a problem with that.

Because it's crap!

Because you browbeat patients,

intimidate them,
lie to them.

If you think you're right,

you don't give a damn
what they think.

I did what you do
all the time.

The only difference is
I did it to you.

He will never forgive you.

Yeah. He will.

Still no change.

He's not
getting worse?

No, no change
at all.

And that's consistent
with AIP, right?

Until he has another attack,
his condition's stable?

Yeah.

Mark, you've got to--

I don't want
to take that test.

Not until they're sure.

You don't know Greg.

Not like you do.

I only met him
when he drugged me.

Boy, are my ears
burning.

What's that?

Cocktail hour.

Just 'cause you can't

hoist a few doesn't mean
you should be left out.

Get away from me.

Mark, if this is
what he thinks

is wrong with you--
You trust his judgment
more than mine?

His medical judgment.

And you'd bet my life
on that?

I would.

I don't.

Smart.

It's too bad you're paralyzed.

Bing!
Paging Dr. Foreman.

Leave the room.
It's not your problem.

You need the consent
from him.

But doc, he ain't right
in the head.

Then you need
a court order.

Okay, then get one.
We'll wait here.

I won't do nothing.

Oh, ho, ho.

Love the musketeer thing.

I got goose bumps.

Give me the syringe.

(Stacy)
Please.

If you're right,
this may be his only shot.

So what's your plan?

You take the big, dark one,
I've gotthe little girl,

and the Aussie'll run
like a scared wombat

if things turn rough.

I can't do it.

You son of a bitch.

See what I did there?

When does it happen?

If he had AIP,
it should've already happened.

Everyone's different.

(Foreman)
This is not good.

Could have an embolism,
tachycardia, stroke--

[shouts]

(Stacy)
What's happening?
Is that an attack?

Cameron, two milligrams
of Ativan.

Is that an attack?

Here.

No, you'll pollute
the sample.

Chase, get urine
from the catheter.

(Foreman)
It's not an attack.
He's stroking.

[Mark yells]

He needs Ativan.

(House)
This is not a stroke.

Delta-wave burst

is just a vasospasm.

(Chase)
Catheter's out.

There's no way
to collect the sample.

(Foreman)
Heart rate in the 40s.
Bradycardia. We're losing him.

Hold him down.

Give him something!
(Chase)
No painkillers.

You were wrong.

Straight from the bladder,

that's as fresh as it gets.

[Mark shouts]

Will you give him
the Ativan already?

He doesn't need
to be awake for this.

It's still yellow.

Move.

What?

You think another light's
going to make the difference?

Organic chem.

More light, more oxidation.

Does that ring any bells?

We start the patient
on 150 milligrams glucose,

75 milligrams
Hematin.

[thunder crashes]

[monitor beeps steadily]

Hey.

Hey.

You wanna thumb wrestle?

Come here.

He's still a maniac.

I know.

Dr. House.

How's he doing?

Never better.

I thought...

you were too screwed up
to love anyone.

I was wrong.

You just couldn't love me.

It's good.

I'm happy for you.

(Blind Willie McTell)
* Delia was a gambler

* Gambling all around

* She was a gambling girl

* Who laid her money down

* She's all I've got--
is gone *

* Delia's dear mother

* Took a trip out West

* When she returned

* Little Delia had gone
to rest-- *

You fixed him.

De nada.

[sighs]
Thank you.

You were right.

He's gonna be fine.

No, about me.

I'm not over you.

You were--
you were the one.

You always will be.

But I can't be with you.

So I'm the guy.

But you want the other guy

who, by definition,
can never be the guy.

What's so great about you is
you always think you're right.

What's so frustrating about you
is you are right

so much of the time.

You are brilliant, funny,
surprising, sexy.

But with you I was lonely.

And with Mark,
there's room for me.

I see.

[elevator dings]

I wanna run
something by you.

I will not have sexy with you!
Not again!

It was miserable
that first time.

All that desperate
administrative need--

Stacy's husband is gonna need
close monitoring

at the hospital.

And since we can definitely
use her back here,

I've offered her a job.

General counsel.

Did she say yes?

She said only
if it was okay with you.

Yes or no?

[Rolling Stones'
You Can't Always Get
What You Want]

Fine. Good.

* If you try sometime

* You'll find

* You get what you need

*

* I saw her today
at the reception *

* A glass of wine
in her hand *

* I knew she was gonna meet
her connection *

* At her feet was
a footloose man *

* You can't always get
what you want *

* You can't always get
what you want *

* You can't always get
what you want *

* But if you try sometimes

* Well, you might find

* You get what you need

* Oh yeah

* Whoo

*

* Ahhh

* Whoo

*