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[cheering]

(male announcer)
As the riders begin lap two,

Jeff Forster's
leading the pack.

This is so cool.

Did we miss anything?
They've got like 11 laps to go.

We gotta find a good place

where he can see the sign
when he goes by.

(woman)
Wait up, kids!

Turn six.

Come on!

[breathes deeply]

That's it, up there.

Can you see anything?

[labored breathing]

Did you bring his inhaler?

Oh, crap. I think
it's in the car.

I'll go get it.

[wheezing]

Are you okay? Your dad's
gonna be right back.

I can see him.
He's right up front.

Honey, you're wheezing.

Here they come!

Go, Jeff, yeah!

You're number one!

He doesn't look so good.

[Massive Attack's
Teardrop]

*

[yawns]

Yeah!

We need to talk.

Oh, God. Are you pregnant?

Because I really want
to finish high school.

Oh. You have to renew
your credential.

They're good
for two more months.

Three weeks, and
the paperwork takes forever.

Your application.
Your malpractice insurance.

Criminal records check.

And you know that's gonna
take some explaining.

You know, our relationship
was way better

when we were
sleeping together.

Why did we stop
doing that?

Did you get married?

Yeah. Otherwise I'd be
on you like red on rice.

Rice isn't--
Oh, I get it.

You're also behind
on your dictations.

I don't do dictations.

Cameron does them.
Or somebody.

You can't have
your sole female employee

doing your clerical work,

which you'd know
if you'd attended

the required sexual
harassment seminars.

Now I'm gonna pause

so you can make a crack
about harassment.

Joke killer.

(Cuddy)
House.

Got a patient.

[sighs] Sorry.

Can't play anymore.
My mom's calling me.

We just admitted
a world-class cyclist.

You've gotta fire Stacy.

Yeah, I'll get
right on that.

Jeff Forster.

Respiratory arrest
at 30 miles per hour.

She's loading me up
with pointless paperwork.

Well, you're way behind
on your pointless paperwork.

O2 stats are in the--
She's hostile.

You know me. Hostility makes
me shrink up like a--

I can't think
of a non-sexual metaphor.

She's gonna stand
over my desk with a ruler

checking my spelling.

ER checked for lung
infiltrates. Nothing there.

Professional athletes, Cuddy.

It's like watching
an old movie at 2:00 a.m.

Reliving all
the classic moments.

The part where
he denies it's drugs.

The part where the good guys
ride in tests a'blazing,

prove that it is drugs.

Oscar clip. He can't imagine
how they got into his body.

It's so familiar,
so comforting.

She can't handle
working with me.

Oh, right. Yeah.

She's still got
a thing to you,

making it impossible
for her to deal.

Makes perfect sense.
Except for the pronouns.

Anyway, thanks for getting me
out of that meeting.

He's not denying
the drugs.

I'm thinking
he's actually sick.

Jeff Forster, this is--

I'm a doctor.
You're a sick person.

And you...

are a loved one.

Actually, manager. We've been
together for seven years.

So what's the drug du jour

on the bike circuit
these days?

Still erythropoietin?

Or you guys just
chugging battery acid?

[labored breathing]
There's no way
I'd touch EPO.

Too many guys stroking out
and dying.

Damn! Ten bucks
for the ticket,

six for the popcorn.

I do straight blood doping.

Plot twist.

That's a very daring
confession.

We've got
confidentiality, right?

Assuming I'm more ethical
than your client.

So, injecting yourself

with donor red blood cells
for fun and profit.

Any other tricks
up your sleeve?

Well, nothing much
recently.

I'm in town
for a charity ride,

so it didn't matter
if I won.

The kids just needed
to see me.

If you go slower,
they see you longer.

Let's say that our health

could be affected

by things we did before
last Friday.

Well...

Um, I usually sleep

in a hyperbaric chamber.

I've been pumping up
electrolytes with an IV drip.

Anabolic herbal supplements,

amphetamines, and diuretics.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But why would you be sick?

I know that doping
has risks.

I know that it's
outside the rules.

But I do what I have to
to kick ass at my job.

Don't you?

Dr. House is
a firm believer

in good old-fashioned
hard work.

[exhales]

This guy doesn't even get sick
like a regular person.

Instead of a list
of symptoms and no cause,

we have a list of possible
causes for one symptom.

Is the symptom death?

Respiratory distress.

And insanity doesn't
cause it. I looked it up.

It's the doping.

Injecting extra red cells
boots your endurance level,

but it also
thickens your blood.

Thick blood equals clots
equals respiratory distress.

Not with a clean spiral
chest CT.

Guy's sleeping
in an hyperbaric chamber.

Over-oxygenation can
cause cell damage,

and if the cells
in the lungs are damaged--

That'd cause
pulmonary edema,

which he doesn't have.

The supplements he's been
taking contain yohimbe,

which can cause
nerve paralysis.

Tox screen was normal.
All the tests were normal.

There's no clot, no edema,

and yet he still can't
breathe.

So there's something
in here that we can't see.

Oh. Air.

Come to papa.

This guy's been injecting
himself how many times a day?

All it'd take is one
slip of the needle

to cause an air embolus.

So air is keeping him
from breathing air.

Let's go with that
for the irony.

Get a VQ scan and check
his veins for bubbles.

[clicks tongue]

Xenon 133.

It's just radioactive enough

for us to track the air
moving through your lungs.

My accident on the news?

Yeah. You made
plays of the week.

Few more of those

and cycling will be
as popular as NASCAR.

We inject similar stuff
into your blood

so we can watch it
circulate.

Now if you accidentally
injected a bubble,

we'll see good air flow
but poor blood flow.

Un-huh.
I'm careful, man.

[chuckles]
With all due respect, man,

I doubt there's anything
wrong with you

that you didn't do
to yourself.

There's this kid
in oncology.

She's got a picture
of Jeff above her bed.

Mickey Mantle
was an alcoholic.

At least he hit
his own home runs.

He didn't physically
alter himself.

We take drugs
to help us fall asleep,

to stay awake.

We don't make careers

out of who can stay
awake the longest.

Really? Ever been to,
oh, I don't know,

med school?

Uh, guys, he plays a game
for a living.

Who cares?
You don't even like sports.

He's making millions
of dollars ripping off fans.

Anyone who thinks
they should pay a guy money

because he can
throw a ball really far,

or pedal really fast deserves
to be ripped off.

Yeah, stupid,
stupid kids.

I've got an uncle.

He can spit a cherry pit
50 yards.

He's working part-time at
a lube shop. Life isn't fair.

[computer beeps]

Maybe it is.

(Chase)
You were right.

Now there went
three wasted words.

There is a bubble
in his lung.

We should do a Swan-Ganz
catheterization.

I love when you do both sides
of the conversation.

It's like white noise.
It's very peaceful.

Is there a light
somewhere that goes on

when I have food?

Green for food,
orange for beverages,

red for impure thoughts.

That bulb burns out
every two weeks.

How's your biker?

Pumped an air bubble
into a vein in his lung.

The things people do.
Doping. Vicodin.

Hey. You're talking
about me, aren't you?

I'm just trying
to function.

He's trying to win himself
some little yellow jerseys.

Uh-oh.
What?

Trouble in paradise,
two o'clock.

Your two o'clock
or my two o'clock?

There.

She seems
perfectly happy.

Obviously, they huddled
in the hall

and worked up
this circus act

on the off-chance
you'd be in here.

She was unbelievably pissy
three hours ago.

Hmm. Pissy with you.
Happy with her husband.

Yes, there could only be one
possible explanation for that.

When she's angry,
she gets sarcastic.

When's she annoyed,
she's funny.

But when she's frustrated,
she gets pissy.

Yes, yes,
I'm with you so far.

She's miserable with Mark

because he's not me.

So she's gotta make
me not me,

so she makes my professional
life miserable.

If I can't do my job--

You really, really
need to get some.

Oh, I get some "some"
all the time.

That's why I always need
to borrow some money.

Hi, James. Greg.
Gotten to that paperwork?

I've been busy.

Pardon me?

I've been busy.

When you save
someone's life,

they owe you forever.

You're right. Take Stacy.
Oh, wait.

She'd probably just
leave you all over again.

How's your recovery going?

Gotten around
to the small muscles yet?

You know, it's not
the size of the muscle.

It's where
you get to put it.

My goodness. It's like
watching Oscar Wilde

and Noel Coward
in the third grade.

Excuse us.

How awkward was that?

What's he doing here
anyway?

He's got physio Tuesdays
and Fridays.

Uh, Mark is in
group therapy

for people coping
with disability.

He was thinking about
developing a drug addiction,

but that would be stupid.

Hey, you're--
You again.

Not gonna make some joke
about Mark being in therapy?

What's there to say?

He's doing
the responsible thing.

I'm sure he's got
a lot to deal with.

You're making me nervous.

(Moira)
Every time
an athlete goes down,

you guys assume it's drugs.

Look, the doctors say
its probably acid reflux.

Yeah, look,
call me tomorrow.

There's a good chance
he'll be released.

Okay. Bye-bye.

So is this fixing him?

If his acid reflux isn't
worse than we thought, yeah.

I've gotta be in Spain
in four days.

Shouldn't be a problem.

Great.

If I can just find
the little bugger,

I should be able
to suck it out.

Hmm. My legs feel weak.

You're under mild sedation
for the test.

It'll wear off.

[beeps]
There it is.

Ah. Got it.

Oh, fantastic.
I'll pack his things.

Not yet. I want to monitor him
for a couple of hours.

Make sure he's okay.

Give him time to sign
a picture for me.

Maybe even a jersey.

"To Dr. Chase,
I owe you everything."

It doesn't have to
be that personal.

Oh. Not too many eBay shoppers
named Dr. Chase, huh?

Still trying to unload
the Barbara Walters spit cup.

(Moira)
Here you go.

Seriously,
anything's fine.

Jeff?

You all right?

Jeff, can you swallow?

(House)
What makes a guy
start drooling?

Chase, were you wearing
your short shorts?

Muscle fatigue
in his neck and jaw.

He's obviously got something
worse than an air embolus.

Why?

Because you don't drool
from your lungs.

Maybe the problem's
not the embolus itself.

Maybe it's the treatment.

Maybe you hit a nerve.
Literally.

The embolectomy was clean.

His legs were tired too.

I thought it was from
the sedation, but if not,

it means he's got
something systemic.

Which means it would
have nothing to do

with the stunts
he's been pulling.

Lupus or polymyositis.

It explains the progressive
muscle weakness.

It could be ALS.

He's too young for that.

Some type of
muscular dystrophy?

He's too old for that.

So what would be
just right, Goldilocks?

(House)
Full blood workup,

including ANA for lupus.

And get a muscle biopsy.

Find out if we're talking
myopathy or neuropathy.

I'm late for my session.

Session?

It's all a part
of the process.

You get angry
and then you get--

Yeah, I'm right
on schedule.

So when am I gonna
be done?

No, I need to know

because I've got
plans to make.

I mean, when can I safely
book a game of squash?

When am I gonna stop
being angry?

[door opens]

Not today.

I've come
for the healing.

Dr. Harper, as you know,

I, uh--Ahem.
I have a bum leg.

What you don't know is

I'm upset about it.

I need to talk.

You know House.
You know we have a history.

You've been telling me for years
that I should come by.

Here I am. Hi, guys.

(Dr. Harper)
Got a Thursday group.

Poker night.

Monday morning?

Book club.

Well, look,
if it's a problem,

I'll just go deal
with my rage privately.

Wait.

If you two could resolve
this tension,

you could really
help each other.

I'm tired of fighting.

[chuckles]

So either I say yes
or I'm the jerk?

Oh, God, I know
that feeling.

[clicks tongue]

I took the muscle specimen
from Jeff's thigh.

I figured that's where
we'd have the best chance

at finding something.

And the most painful
place to cut into.

I assume that's
caffeine-free.

Wouldn't want to be artificially
boosting your performance.

Don't start her
up again.

Caffeine's legal.

All about the rules, eh?

It's a bike race.

A completely arbitrary
set of rules

that everyone complies with
for no other reason

than that some committee
says that they should.

But that's the point.

That's what the game is.

So if you break
an arbitrary rule,

Cameron damns you to hell,

but if you break a rule
that actually has a reason,

that's designed
to protect people,

Cameron develops
a crazy crush on you.

House doesn't pretend
to be some golden boy.

He does it to help people,
not to glorify himself.

So why don't you report Jeff

to the biking authorities?

Um, ethics.

Well, you wouldn't
be doing it

to glorify yourself.

You'd just be trying
to make a better world.

At least you can still
get around on your own.

Yeah, I know.

But you're
starting to walk.

You're gonna get better.

You have a job,
a way to be productive.

You have a wife.

Which gives
greater meaning?

[tapping cane]

A wife could make things
harder, too, I suppose.

This isn't about Stacy.

When it happened to me,

Stacy was great.

She kept telling me
not to rush it.

But I never believed her.

She means it.

I know, but...

Stacy...She didn't
have to wait, right?

And you know
she feels it too.

Means more time at work,

means more satisfaction
from work.

She didn't get married
to be a nursemaid.

She wants a man.

Oh!

[chuckles]

How the hell
could she have loved

a manipulative
son of a bitch like you?

That's an interesting question.

Maybe she was attracted
to different things

in the two of us.
She left you.

Then why was she with me
to begin with?

She made a mistake.

Maybe it's that simple.

Or maybe she saw
something in me,

something she doesn't
get from you.

I'm not an ass.

Maybe she wanted an ass.
She obviously did once.

Either he goes or I go.

You think that's the kind of
thing you can just turn off?

Get him out of here!

Dr. House,
cancel your book group.

You're coming on Mondays.

Here's my new theory.

The drooling's another
competitive edge.

Nobody can draft behind him.
Road gets slick.

He's the only one
not racing in the rain.

He can barely move
his arms or legs.

[sighs]
Paralysis?

No, just
general weakness.

Muscle biopsy is negative
for polymyositis.

And ALS.
And muscle dystrophy.

(Foreman)
ANA for lupus
also negative.

(Cameron)
Maybe his bike shorts
were just on too tight.

So by your rationale,
House shouldn't use a cane.

He should just drag his bum
leg around as God intended?

(Cameron)
House has a handicap.

All he's aiming for
is normality.

(Chase)
And who decides
what's normal?

What if we find a drug
that makes people

live 20 years longer?

Should we ban that
because it's not normal?

Jeff doesn't want normal.

He wants super powers.

So why is he normal?

Oh, God. You too?

He's shooting
for extraordinary.

So why is everything
so ordinary?

I mean, this guy's
breathing, drinking,

and injecting himself
with everything he can find

to amp up his body chemistry,
and yet every test is normal.

He's artificially raising
his red blood count,

so why isn't it raised?

Maybe his count is raised.

Maybe what's normal for us
is out of whack for him.

Can't slip anything
by you.

(Foreman)
Well, if that's true,
his white cells are up too,

which would point to
some kind of infection.

Muscle weakness,
exhaustion.

He could have encephalitis.

That's kind of a long shot.

(House)
Yeah.

But it's been over an hour

since we poked the patient
with something sharp,

so get a lumbar puncture.

And order broad-spectrum
antibiotics.

(Cuddy)
No, it's not
about judging.

It's just that
on a dating service

you should post a photo.

I have to go.

I'm so sorry
to bother you.

No, not a problem.
I was just, uh...accounting.

I'm Jeff Forster's manager.

He's been here a whole day
and it doesn't seem

like we're any closer
to a diagnosis.

Jeff Forster.
A whole day, huh?

Mm-hmm.
I was just wondering

if I could help
speed things up.

Your client's had
a muscle biopsy,

a full blood workup,

and he's scheduled
for a lumbar puncture

at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Jeff is in the Lucas Wing.

If Mr. Lucas showed up
needing a lumbar puncture,

would he have to wait
until tomorrow?

Mr. Lucas is dead.

Good. Then there's
an opening.

Jeff is used to doing

whatever he has to
to be first, isn't he?

It's been very
lucrative for him.

He feels it's important
that he give something back.

I hear you've been
raising funds

for your nuclear
medicine department.

[rips check from book]

Or whatever.

[ragged breathing]

Thank you, guys,
for working so late.

Glad to be here.

The lumbar puncture will
tell us

what kind of infection
you've got.

In the meantime,
we're administering antibiotics.

Do you like being a hero?

[inhales]
It's a living.

You don't feel a sense
of responsibility?

There's kids out there
that worship you.

When I was a rookie
on the tour,

I got a letter from
a guy in Wisconsin

who wanted me to send
a note to his son.

Said he worshipped me.

You know what
"worship" means?

I looked it up.

It means to love...
unquestioningly

and uncritically.

So the kid doesn't
even know me,

but he loves me
unquestioningly

and uncritically.

So you decided to take
advantage of that.

What should I have done?

"Dear sir,

"I'm just a guy who rides
a bike pretty good.

You and your kid
are out of your minds"?

My arms feel funny.

[labored breathing
and choking]

[monitor alarms beeping]

His SATs are dropping.
He's in respiratory arrest.

He can't be.
We fixed that.

Apparently not.

(House)
So glad we cured
his respiratory arrest.

Freed him up to develop
respiratory arrest.

LP was negative
for encephalitis.

(Cameron)
The white count's
still the same,

but the red count's
fallen to 29%.

What was my theory
yesterday?

That I screwed up
the embolectomy.

We'll get a chest
x-ray to check.

I didn't screw up.
Why would you--

How can you be
so petty, Chase?

He's down a quart.

Either he's losing blood
because you nicked something,

or he's just not
producing blood,

in which place we're talking
acute anemia

combined with
a muscular disorder.

Paraneoplastic syndrome?

Either you screwed up
or he's got cancer.

I think I should start
smoking again.

You want a medical opinion
supporting that decision?

The symptoms started
as soon as I quit.

Symptoms meaning...
diarrhea.

A lot of diarrhea.

Ten or twelve times a day.
It's really embarrassing.

I'm a flight attendant
and--

On the upside,
my hiccups are gone.

You went to his group.

You were the one
who was all,

"Greg, you need
to confront your feelings."

That was five years ago.

Well, I've been pissy.

Fine. You don't want help.

Does that mean
nobody should get it?

Mark's looking for help

because what?

He's resentful?

Overwhelmed?
I'm asking because I care.

Not about him.
You still want to jump me,

so you don't care
whose marriage--

Listen, I can get
my rocks off any time I want.

What I don't seem to be
able to do is my job

without you hanging
over my shoulder.

[disgusted sigh]

[door slams]

How many packs?

A bit over one a day,

but they were lights
and I quit.

You used to go out
with her?

Yeah. What was I thinking?

I'm talking about
the gum you're chewing

to replace smoking
as an oral fixation.

How many packs?

Six, maybe seven.
[door opens]

I'm trying to protect you.
Cuddy and I may be

the only people stopping you
from jumping off a cliff...

You're pissy.

No, I am angry.
Pissy.

You get pissy
when you're frustrated.

Shut up.
Okay, I'm wrong.

This is unbelievably
difficult for Mark,

which you should know.

Which you should be able
to summon up

some level of empathy for.

Right. The crippled boys.
We should start a band.

I have a good thing
with Mark.

We are handling this
the best way we know how.

And none of this has
anything to do with me?

No, nothing.

Except that you can't
or won't just let it go.

Let it go.

You're being poisoned.

By gum?

Sugarless gum uses
sorbitol as a sweetener.

We use sorbitol
as a laxative.

This'll tell you if he's
got cancer in his blood?

If he does, we'll see
abnormal cells in the marrow.

How long will
the test take?

I'll get them in
as soon as I can.

And if doesn't
have cancer,

what else could it be?

It's possible
some damage was done

during one of the tests
we gave him.

So either
one of your doctors

screwed up
a simple procedure,

or he's got cancer.

We can't know
anything for sure

until the biopsy comes back.

It stings, I know.

No, he wants
the tube out.

Can't do that, Jeff.

If you want to say something,
you've got to write it down.

Okay?

Here.

If it's cancer,
it's possible.

There's no way
to know for sure.

Phone not working?

One of the morgue attendants
asked me to bring this to you.

I wonder why
they're calling me.

Yeah, me too actually.

I was why the Times
was returning your call.

You a doctor
or the bicycle police?

He's cheating.

He shouldn't get
away with it.

[exhales]

Have you actually
told them anything yet?

You worried
about the precedent?

I'm worried about you.

You gonna turn me in?

No.

He's made a mistake.

Revealing the truth
doesn't undo it.

Kids love him and he's not
who they think he is.

It's not right.

Who cares if he's
what he says he is?

Who the hell is?

If love's based on lies,

does that mean it's not
a real feeling?

Doesn't bring
the same pleasure?

Are we still talking
about the patient?

Have you ever cheated?

[exhales deeply]

Well, I have.

You want to punish him,
good for you.

But you can't do it
without punishing

the people who love him.

Is that you justified
lying to you wives?

I always told them.

Well, he's negative
for bleeds.

Congratulations, Chase.
It's cancer.

Clean him up
and let oncology have him.

It's their party now.

He doesn't have cancer.

(Wilson)
Biopsy shows he's got
pure red cell aplasia.

There's no way PRCA could
manifest so suddenly.

Unless it's drug-induced.

He's lying about
not being on EPO.

Why would he lie?

What does it matter?

People lie
for thousands of reasons,

but there's always
a reason.

Philosophically interesting,
medically irrelevant.

Unless he's not lying.

You've got a leak.

The press is all over
the Jeff Forster story.

On the off-chance that
one of you was stupid enough

to call from
your own office,

I'm pulling
your phone records.

Including your cell phones.

I assume if I point out
the fact

that you have no right
to do that

you'll interpret that
as a sign of guilt.

Wilson's chatty.

Plus he's got
two ex-wives to support.

You want me
to tell him he's fired?

Until we figure out
who's behind this,

I'm sitting in
with you guys.

You have the ethics
of a four-year-old.

I'm gonna treat you
like one.

How am I supposed
to practice medicine

with a lawyer
sitting on my shoulder?

Responsibly.

You know I can't do that.

Cameron.

I'm not the leak.

Somebody once told me
that everybody lies.

And since you're the only
people who know he has cancer--

He doesn't have cancer.

(Cuddy)
The point is
you're his medical team.

He's threatening to sue.

Why would Cameron
leak cancer?

How does cancer
make the guy look bad?

He's on EPO.

Your anemia is caused

by pure red blood cell
aplasia.

This is gonna hurt,
but we've gotta talk.

What the hell
are you doing?

He'll be fine. Sort of.

[coughs]
I just don't have time

to watch him
write out answers.

PRCA comes in two varieties.

Chronic and acute.

Since it came on fast,
you have the acute version.

He doesn't have cancer.

Is the good news.

The bad new is...
Pants are on fire.

Acute PRCA is caused
by drugs.

Most commonly, EPO.

Ready, and--action!

But I haven't used EPO.

[exhales]
Okay.

But this time
with more anger.

Remember, this guy's
accusing you of cheating.

I haven't used that stuff.

Oh! Mwah!
I believed it.

It was simple. It was pure.
Did you believe it?

I guess it's silly
to cast someone

after the first audition.

Why don't you do a reading?

Give me that.
He doesn't do EPO.

Hmm. What did you think?

I mean, it's a different
way to go,

but I don't know,
I just didn't buy it.

Does she handle
any of your injections?

You think
I'm giving it to him?

Test him.

Gee. That's a great idea.

I sure hope that EPO's
not one of those drugs

that's undetectable
after six hours.

Hey, you know what
we can test for?

Phone calls.
Take her cell phone,

push the redial button.

Even money says
you'll be connected

to the newspaper that
leaked your cancer story.

Okay.

Okay, I should've
told you.

It's not just about
the races, Jeff.

It's about your image.
Okay?

If you come back
from cancer,

those sponsors will be
all over you.

Okay, so I messed up.

Okay. But I did not
give you EPO.

That stuff could kill me.

Meh meh meh meh.

Come on, give her a break.

She's only doing
what she has to do

to advance her career.

Don't you have that
tattooed on your tushie?

I would never
do anything to hurt you.

Who are you gonna believe?

The manager you've
trusted for years?

Pff! I've been to college.

You're fired.

Okay.

You're basing this whole
diagnosis, everything,

on the idea that I was
slipping him illegal drugs.

Huh.

You're gonna kill him.

If Dr. House is so sure,

why do you need to stay?

He's a very cautious man.

You're breathing's better.

Let the prednisone
do its job.

Get some sleep.

[ragged breathing]

Jeff?

[monitor alarm beeping]

His red blood cell count
plummeted to 16%.

He passed out,
had to be resuscitated,

and he still can't
move his legs.

That's not possible.

The drugs should be flushing
out of his system.

Can't leave
if they don't exist.

The EPO use explains
every one of his symptoms.

He's been lying
and cheating,

and now it's coming
back to bite him.

The only problem with
that theory is it's based

on the assumption that
the universe is a just place.

If it were,
then his poor manager

wouldn't have been fired
for no reason.

Lambert-Eaton.

His chest was clear.

(Chase)
So we run
an electromyography test.

You're still
not explaining the PRCA.

What's his red count now?

I had to give him
a blood transfusion.

He's back around 30.

He needed a transfusion?

Well, he was losing blood,

so I thought
maybe he needed blood.

[tapping spoon]

Go forth and scan his neck.

His neck?

Or repeat everything
I say in question form.

She came into the clinic
and yelled at me.

Then she left,

then she came back
and yelled some more.

Hmm. Yelling.

That might be a clue.

Well, I know what
the yelling means.

It's the coming and going
I find interesting.

It's not rational.
Anger's not rational.

Some anger is.

She could've
pulled me aside,

screamed at my privately.

Her beef is simple
and well-founded.

But she was
out of control.

You're having fun,
aren't you?

She's in my face.
I need to know why.

Professional reasons.

Oh. Why else?

Do you really think
this is going to end well?

For anyone?

After this,
let's scan some other

total random body parts.

50 bucks says
we find something.

[scoffs]
Find what?

Don't have a clue.
We on?

No way.

No. We'll find something.

We found a thymoma.

How'd you know
to look in his neck?

Thymomas usually
present in the chest.

I knew it wasn't
in his chest.

All we've done
since he checked in

is look at his chest.

Well, all the more
reason not to think--

There are
two types of PRCA.

Acute comes on suddenly.
Chronic takes its time.

We all thought
Jeff's was acute

because it happened
right in front of us,

but what if it had been there
for months? Maybe years?

(Cameron)
There's no way.

It would've
kept him from racing.

With that kind of anemia,
he would've needed constant--

Blood transfusions.
Which he was getting

in convenient
blood doping form.

He was treating himself
without even knowing it.

Up to half of patients
with chronic PRCA

have a thymoma,

and up to half the patients
with a thymoma--

I've always wanted
to do this.

[groans]

I'm not getting
any better.

Does that mean I'm--

Ow.

You are healed.

Rise and walk.

Are you insane?

In the Bible,
they just say,

"Yes, Lord," and then start
right in on the praising.

First you tell me

I've got cancer,

and then you tell me

that my manager--

[chuckles]

What did you do?

No. What do you do, Lord?

Thymoma is a tumor
on the thymus gland.

He's a bit a wimp,

but he hangs
with the tough guys.

PRCA and an auto-immune
disease called

myasthenia gravis.

MG causes muscle fatigue,

including
respiratory problems

and difficulty swallowing.

Oh. And it can hit you
that fast?

The treatment for PRCA
is blood transfusions.

The treatment for MG
is hyperbaria.

You were doing both

as part of your
regular freak show.

When you took a break,
everything went to hell.

Which is not an uncommon
reaction to Jersey.

So...

The whole thing
with my manager.

Oops. No.

No EPO. This has nothing
to do with anything you did.

You can let her know
she's in the clear.

I could. Or--
[chuckles]

Ten percent
of a Nike contract

is a hell of
a lot of cash.

God.

You don't need your thymus.

We take it out.
Everything else is manageable.

Manageable? I thought
you just cured me.

Un-uh. This is
just diagnostic.

Tensilon erases
the symptoms of MG

for five or six minutes.

[sharp breathing]

Sometimes less.

This is exactly why
I created nurses.

Clean up on aisle three!

If you've come
to search my office,

you should wait ten minutes.
I'll be out of your hair.

Here. Start with my purse.

Just save me some mints.

What do you want to know?
My sex life with Mark?

My guilt over crippling
your damn leg?

Or are you just here to gloat
because you weren't the leak?

I want to apologize.

Maybe I've...

been punishing you
for a little too long.

And maybe you've been
punishing me.

If we're gonna
work together,

I need to know.

Do you hate me
or do you love me?

Either way, I think
we've got a problem.

I hate you.
And I love you.

And I love Mark.

And you don't hate him.

No.

So what do we do?

We deal with each other.

Hmph. Right.

That plans been working
great so far.

It'll get better.
It'll get easier.

Why?

I don't know. That's what
my therapist tells me.

(Jeff)
In the professional
cycling world,

we are subject
to what seems like

constant witch hunts
and finger pointing.

But I want to thank
Dr. House

and the excellent
medical team

here at
Princeton Plainsboro.

My hope is that
this diagnosis

will put to rest any rumors
that I would ever use...

He needs blood transfusions
every two weeks,

which means he can dope
all he wants.

He's a got a doctor's pass.

It's medicinal.

He got away with it.

Mm-hmm.

He cheated and won a game.

Life's more complicated

than who gets
to the finish line first.

I fell in love with
my husband's best friend.

Near the end, I was
at the hospital every day,

and Joe would come by
after work.

We'd go for walks and try
to talk each other through it.

We kind of clung on
to each other.

My wife...wasn't dying.

She wasn't even sick.

Everything was fine.

I met someone who--Ahem.

Made me feel...funny.

Good.

And I didn't want
to let that feeling go.

What happened to you...

How can anyone
go through that alone?

You can't control
your emotions.

No.

Just your actions.

You didn't do it,
did you?

You didn't sleep with him.

[exhales]
I couldn't have
lived with myself.

You'd be surprised
what you can live with.

Hey.

I need you
to open a door.

Not allowed.

Yeah, I was having
therapy in here today,

and I left my cane.

Sorry.

Dude...

I'm crippled.

[Solomon Burke's
None Of Us Are Free]

* Well, you'd better listen
my sisters and brothers *

* 'Cause if you do
you can hear *

* There are voices
still calling *

* Across the years

* And they're all crying
across the ocean *

* And they're crying
across the land *

* And they will until we all
come to understand *

* That none of us are free

* None of us are free

* None of us are free
if one of us is chained *

* None of us are free

* And there are people
still in darkness *

* And they just can't
see the light *

* If we don't say it's wrong
then that says it's right *

* None of us are free

* None of us are free

* None of us are free
if one of us is chained *

* None of us are free

* None of us are free

* None of us are free

* None of us are free
if one of us is chained *

* None of us are free *

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