All language subtitles for House.S02E19.720p.AMZN.WEBRip.x264-GalaxyTV

[distant voices singing]
* Down in my heart

* Joy, joy, joy, joy

* Down in my heart
down in my heart to stay... *

[cheering]

Do you feel the spirit?

(all)
Yeah! Halleluiah!

And in the 39th year
of his reign,

Asa was diseased
in his feet,

until the disease
was exceedingly great.

Yet he didn't
seek help from the Lord,

but from the physicians.

Now, there is nothing wrong
with seeing a doctor.

But can a doctor heal

through the power
that Jesus gave his disciples?

Men of science can walk
through life with blindfolds

never knowing that you or I

could not take
a single step

if we were not
uplifted by God.

Agnes, thank you
for letting me

be an instrument
of God's love for you.

In faith...

all things are possible.

My friends, I want you
to let Agnes

feel the wave of faith
in this church here today

lifting her into God's hands.

[cheers and applause]

You can do it!
Come on, sister.

Praise Jesus!

Thank you, God!

Thank you, Lord!

Thanks be to God!

Thank you, Lord--

No!

Son!

Dad, I think
I need a doctor.

[Massive Attack's
Teardrop]

*

Did you remember
my DVD player?

Well, if you wanted it,

you shouldn't have
left it behind

when you moved out.

Now I get it.

It's a drag watching porn
on VHS.

I'll call you as soon
as I'm done with it.

That's if you ever
get a phone installed.

Oh, forget it.

I'll come by
and get it myself.

After work?
Thursday?

Won't be home Thursday.

No problem,
I still have a key.

I can let myself
in and out.

I guess maybe I could
bring it in tomorrow.

After all, how many times
can you hit pause

at the part where
Lindsay Lohan

wins the spelling bee?

What is it about girls
who can spell?

It's math contest.

What is it about
girls who can count?

It's poker night, isn't it?

[elevator bell dings]

You said weeks ago
that I could play.

Stop making excuses.

Gotta go.
Building full of sick people.

If I hurry,
maybe I can avoid them.

(Foreman)
The abdominal series

showed no evidence
of obstruction.

What'd you have to eat?

Chicken sandwich.
We travel.

Lots of fast food.

Thank you.
I barely felt it.

You're welcome.

God told me
you were kind.

You talk to God?

God's presence
often descends on Boyd

to help him guide others.

This been
going on long?

Since he was ten.

God told me I would meet
a woman healer...

who was harboring
vengeful thoughts

about a man
she works with.

That's God's job.

I'll keep that in mind.

His urine is dilute.

What does that mean?
It could mean

that for some reason
his kidneys

aren't purifying
the way they should,

which would let toxins
accumulate in his body.

We'll run the blood work

and see what
it tells us.

Thank you,
I appreciate it.

God talks to him?

(Chase)
It's not psychosis,
he's just religious.

The only medical issue

that showed up
on the blood work is low sodium.

No, you talk to God,
you're religious.

God talks to you,
you're psychotic.

A lot of people
experience their religion

as something more
than symbolic.

God ever talk to you
when you where in the seminary?

No.

God's loss, our gain.

He's either psychotic
or a scam artist.

He was actually
really impressive.

Well, yeah...

with the burning bush
and all, it's quite the show.

He was intelligent,

polite, dignified.

He's not a typical
15-year-old.

And he told Cameron
God wants her

to stop being pissed at me
over the article.

God knows
you stole Cameron's article?

He knows she's
"harboring vengeful thoughts."

I'm over it.

Yeah, I can tell that
from the Berlin Wall

of body language
between you.

I'm shocked that
he picked up on it.

Low sodium.
Check for Addison's?

No pigmentation

and potassium levels
were normal.

Cirrhosis?

Liver feels fine.
Transaminases are normal.

We should monitor
his saline intake

to correct
the low sodium.

No more than one MEQ per liter
per hour.

And let's push
the patient history.

See if there's any evidence
of drugs

or other delusions.

I'll take care of it.

You're gonna
talk to a patient?

God talks to him.

It'd be arrogant of me
to assume

that I'm better than God.

So, you're a "faith healer."

Or is that
a pejorative?

Do you prefer
something like

"Divine health management"?

I though God might have
mentioned that I was coming.

I'm okay with
"faith healer", Dr. House.

Oh!
That's a nice one.

You didn't even
go with...

"I see an H
and a medical coat."

The nurses
talk about you a lot.

Ah, don't believe them.

I keep a sock
in my pants.

Faith,
that's another word

for ignorance, isn't it?

I never understood
how people could be so proud

of believing in something
with no proof at all.

Like that's an achievement.

God's asking
for our trust.

You can't love somebody
and not trust them.

Trust has to be earned.

You can't trust someone
hiding in a closet.

You don't trust anyone.

You seem lucid.

There's no confusion,
no lethargy.

What drugs
have you been taking?

Nothing.

Some aspirin.

I get focused on something,
I forget to eat--

Next thing you know,
I've got a hunger headache.

So aspirin and hospitals
are okay.

That's an
interesting attitude

for someone who's kept
any number of people

from getting medical help.

Just because
I believe in prayer

doesn't mean I don't believe
in germs and toxins.

That bottle's
been opened before.

You refilled it
at the water cooler.

Yes.

How often
do you do that?

A few times an hour.

He likes to stay hydrated.

You think germs
might have gotten in?

I think water
might have gotten in.

We can adjust
your pain meds.

Again?

Suppose we increase
your Oxycodone.

We both know the only reason
I'm talking lucidly now

is because I did not take
my full dose this morning.

You've done your best.

And I have been
a good soldier.

It's time
we accept it's over.

What about the trip
you were talking about taking?

You've wanted to see Florence

since you were
a teenager, right?

Yeah, go now.
All drugged up.

It's not exactly the trip
I've been dreaming of.

Okay, you're strong.

You're dealing with this.

And there is
the right combination

of pain meds out there.

And we'll find it.

Don't give up on us.

And don't be startled
by the sound

you're about to hear.

[knocking]

Excuse me.

I have a friend
with boundary issues.

Can this wait five minutes?

Is she dying?

Yeah.

Before the end
of this consult?

They could build monuments
to your self-centeredness.

Patient.
15-year-old.

Faith healer.

Hotline to God.

What are his symptoms?

He is not a saint.

He figures out what's going on
in people's lives

by watching, listening,
deducing.

And you're worried about
trademark infringement?

Then he passes on
advice from God

so he can watch them jump.

It's a power trip.

Ah, and there
the similarities end.

Why is he here?

I fear for the human race.

A teenager claims
to be the voice of God

and people with
advanced degrees are listening.

The majority of Americans
believe in a personal God.

What are his symptoms?

Massive cramps, low sodium.

Turns out he's been
drinking water non-stop.

God told him
to purify his body.

Huge water intake
would cause low sodium.

Which would cause
the cramping.

Yeah, I got it.

What, that's it?
You solved it.

You just brought me out here
to rant

because faith annoys you?

Mm-hmm.
He's all better.

You know, I'd get it
if people were just looking

for a way
to fill the holes.

But they want the holes.

They wanna
live in the holes.

And they go nuts
when someone else

pours dirt
in their holes.

Climb out of
your holes, people!

* Go tell it
on the mountain *

* Over the hills
and everywhere *

* Go tell it
on the mountain *

* That Jesus Christ
is born *

* Go tell it
on the mountain *

* Over the hills
and everywhere *

* Go tell it
on the mountain *

* That Jesus Christ
is born *

Boyd, are you all right?

* Go tell it
on the mountain *

Boyd.

* Over the hills and...

Come on, let's go.

Can you tell me
your name?

Do you know
where you are?

Boyd?

Boyd?

God doesn't want you
to be afraid.

He sent me here
to heal you.

You think he hasn't
heard you prayers,

but he heard them all.

Even the ones
you didn't say.

Sorry.
Boyd, come on.

Let's get you
back to your room.

In faith,
all things are possible.

Let's go.

Lord...

I call on you
to relieve the suffering

of your daughter.
Grace?

And make her whole again.

(Wilson)
Hey, hey!

What are you doing?
What is this?

(Chase)
He's just had
a complex partial seizure.

His disoriented.
He doesn't know what he's doing.

Well get him
back to his room--now.

You okay?

(Cameron)
Are we certain

he even had a seizure?

Hymn singing and healing.

He does it
all the time, doesn't he?

Isn't it interesting

that religious behavior
is so close to being crazy,

we can't tell 'em apart.

The repetition, the lack
of affect and awareness.

It was a seizure.

Infection?

No fever.

Could be Wilson's.

Or maybe it's a glycogen
storage disease.

Or a brain tumor.

Or tuberous sclerosis.

Hmm.

How to settle this?

We could ask our patient
to ask God.

Or we could MRI his brain.

Which way do you
wanna go?

'Cause I'm open
to all possibilities.
House!

Why the hell do you let
an unstable patient

wander the hallways?

His leash broke.

The last thing
a terminal patient needs

is to hear somebody
taunt them with a cure.

She was freaked,
she was angry.

And now she's not
freaked and angry.

And you are.

She says
she's "feeling better".

Maybe not singing
and dancing,

but she's feeling
just a little bit happy

for the first time
in months.

Sudden drop in pain
can create euphoria.

Why don't you let her
have her vacation?

Oh, that's great.

And when
the vacation's over,

when she crash lands
from all this denial?

She was dealing
with her illness.

Now her expectations
are rising.

And you're not the one
who has to be there

when all that false hope
gets yanked out

from under her.

Don't you guys
have anything to do?

How long have you been
healing people?

You believe that's
what I'm doing?

I'd like to.

But you don't.

Why do you always do things
you don't wanna do?

It's okay, I don't expect
a real answer.

You know, God would probably
want you

to take that stick out
of your butt and get over this.

If there is some higher order
running the universe,

it's probably so different

from anything our species
can conceive,

there's no point
in even thinking about it.

But I doubt it gives a damn
about my butt.

So you believe God
might exist,

but you don't
think about it?

It's the most
important issue--

I think penguins might as well
speculate about nuclear physics.

Why are we having
this conversation?

What?
I'm curious.

You cannot tell someone
they are your colleague

and not a friend
and then casually chat

about the afterlife.

(Boyd)
You actually keep score?

Your MRI results
aren't done yet.

Go back to your room.
No singing.

Well, you would get a point
for figuring

why the low sodium.

What are
my guy's points for?

Your trick about the spat

between Dr. Cameron
and Dr. Foreman

apparently impressed someone.

And the second point?

Do you think it could be
because I healed Grace?

She's been back
to see me.

I like her.

You like messing with people.

That's why
you're here now.

Maybe you think
that your batteries

are powered by God,

maybe you don't.

Either way,
you enjoy what you do.

Yes.

I like helping people.

I get a rush when I see
the look on their faces

when they realize
their burdens are gone.

Mm, but you make sure
you're in the next state

by the time
the endorphins wear off

and the arthritis
comes back.

That doesn't happen.

Oh, you do extensive
follow-up studies?

God told me.

[sighs]

See, that's not fair.

We were having fun.

It's hard
to keep sniping rationally

when you throw
a bomb like that in there.

He spoke with me
about you too.

Forgive my enemies?

Never date a Taurus
when Mercury's in retrograde?

Yeah, I learned that one
myself--the hard way.

God says you look for excuses
to be alone.

See, that is exactly

the kind of brilliance
that sounds deep,

but you could say it about
any person who doesn't pine

for the social approval
of everyone he meets.

Which you were cleverly able
to deduce about me

but not being a moron.

Next time tell God
to be more specific.

God wants you to invite
Dr. Wilson to your poker game.

Don't talk to my patient.

What are you
talking about?

You get all huffy
when my patient

stumbles into yours
in the hallway.

But you got no qualms
about chatting my guy up.

This is fun,
it's like password.

Keep talking, I'll jump in
when I get a clue

what the hell
you're talking about.

God knows about
my poker game.

You think I told him?

Either that
or I start going

to church every Sunday.

That would mess
with my bowling league.

House, aside from
yelling at him

to get back to his room,

I've never spoken
to your patient.

(Chase)
MRI shows
an abnormal area.

Tuberous sclerosis.

It's the right neighborhood.

Accounts
for all the symptoms.

All of them.

Leading cortical tuber's
identifiable.

We can do this surgically.

Tell our patient
congratulations.

Soon these chats with God
will be a thing of the past.

Tie goes
to the mortal.

Did you know
the Catholic Church

keeps a doctor at Lourdes?

He hears the same thing
every day.

But out of the thousands
of cases of people

who have claimed
to feel better,

the Catholic Church
has only recognized

a handful as miracles.

But they do recognize
a handful.

Well, they're a church.

It's what they do.

Look, for the past
couple of years,

the world's been
getting smaller.

Eight months, six months.

I watch a trailer
for a movie...

and I think, am I gonna
be here when that comes out?

But maybe there is still
a horizon out there.

You know, maybe...

Maybe I can make plans
for a year from now.

Two years.

I like the view.

The view is a lie.

And if you believe it,
you're going to crash so hard...

Let me take new images
of your liver.

You can't accept
that it could be true.

Well, if it is true,

you shouldn't be afraid
of proving it.

(Foreman)
Tuberous Sclerosis
is a genetic disorder.

It causes small, benign tumors
to grow

in various parts
of the body.

In this case, the brain.

You said benign.

They probably are.

But benign or not,
they're not

in a good location.

We need
to remove them.

You're talking brain surgery?

His symptoms
are getting worse

which means
the tumors are growing.

Surgery will correct it all.

The chemical imbalance,

the seizures,
the auditory hallucinations.

Hallucinations?

Without the surgery,

it's just gonna
get worse.

It might even be fatal.

With the surgery,

your son should be
a perfectly normal

15-year-old boy.

I'm not normal.

I need you
to talk to my patient.

I'll get this one.

Why do I have the feeling

you're plotting
world domination?

Moses is refusing surgery.

You have a gift.

People thank you
for telling them

they're gonna die.

If I can get him
to agree to surgery,

I want in
on the poker game.

You would
let this kid die

just to get
into a stupid game?

You'd let him die
just to keep me out?

Hi.

I'm Dr. Wilson.

I knew
they'd send somebody else.

That God
has a big mouth.

House.

Can I ask why you don't
want the tumors removed?

God put them there
for a reason.

(House)
You think God needs
a telephone

in your head
to talk to you?

Isn't he everywhere? It's not
a long distance call, is it?

This is the way
God does things.

Through natural law.

If he went around doing big,
flashy miracles all the time,

nobody would need faith.

How come everyone else
needs faith, but you just get

the guy screaming his existence
in your ear?

Your turn.

Do you think God
wants you to die?

(father)
This is the way

that the Lord often is
with his chosen ones.

He gives the most trials

to those that he
loves the most.

How sweet.

You abdicate your authority.

Avoid those
tricky parental issues

like whether to let him
drive at 16.

Just let him die at 15.

So you believe your son
is...

um, a saint.

The way
I understand it,

one of the hallmarks
of a saint is humility.

Someone with true humility
would consider

the possibility that...

God hadn't chosen him
for that kind of honor.

He'd consider
the possibility that...

he just had an illness.

You have a gift
for manipulation.

I listen.

I have an actual conversation
with people.

Which, shockingly,
does raise the odds

they'll be cooperative.

That's what I'm saying.

You read that kid,

and you manipulated
the hell out of him.

Bring pretzels.

[piano playing slow blues]

*

[knocking at door]

I know that knock!

Use your key,
I'm not getting up.

Game's not till
tomorrow night.

And those aren't pretzels.

I took some images
of Grace Palmieri's cancer.

Yeah?

[sighing]

Her tumor has shrunk.

Don't tell my patient.

I want all the records
on miracle woman.

Every test, every treatment
she's ever had.

Every question she's ever
answered in this hospital.

And anything sent
from previous doctors.

Go back to neonatal
if you have...

Which part of "Keep them away
from each other"

confused you?

They're friends.

She thinks
he saved her life.

And we've obligingly offered

medical proof
that his delusions are true.

They've withdrawn permission
for the surgery.

I've put
the lawyers on it.

Her tumor shrank?

I'm on it.

Tell Jesus that we need
another 24 hours

to normalize
his sodium level.

He's already normalized.

Actually, tell Joseph.

Jesus'll know you're lying.

And I want you and Foreman
and Cameron

to go over every line
of every file on that woman.

Isn't he the one
we're supposed to save?

The only way to save him

is to prove
that she is still dying.

MRI machine checks out.

Maybe the radiologist
mischarted

which machine they used.

I checked both.
This is insane.

We're diagnosing
a recovery.

It should to be good.
What about six months ago?

Maybe there was
a malfunction

on her before pictures.

Some shadow
that made the tumor look

bigger than it really was.

I'll go see
what I can find out.

Maybe it's a delayed effect
from radiation.

Sometimes it can
take a while.

She hasn't had radiation
for six months.

Here.
Nowhere.

Her records...

There's about
a dozen appliances

in every home
that give off radiation.

Dosages that wouldn't
hurt a hamster

if it was tied
to the machine for a year.

If the machine's
operating properly.

Sometimes remissions
just happen.

You think House will just shrug
and say that

if one of us
doesn't check the home?

[Geiger counter buzzes]

Kings on 9s.

Thank you.

Wilson, this is...
uh, dry cleaner,

tax accountant,
guy from the bus stop.

This is Wilson.

How come
he gets a name?

Seniority.

Hello.

[cell phone ringing]

Find anything?

You have any idea
how many electrical devices

give off radiation?

All of them.

I'm gonna
be here all night.

Everybody's a whiner.

Be a doer,
not a me too-er.

Raise.

[chips clanging]

I'm out.

(Chase)
She's got at least
four different

types of pain pills here
and an LED device.

I'll raise your raise.

Keep looking.

Fold.

[laughter]

(tax accountant)
You were bluffing.

He knew you were bluffing.

Your luck's
changing tonight.

So did they find anything?

Or are you gonna have
to accept the fact

that every now and then
remissions happen?

[cell phone ringing]

This call had better be
worth my time.

This is what happens
when it's not our patient.

We don't know enough.

That's why you're there.

She's got a boyfriend.

Unless you think
he's radioactive...

He could
show up any minute.

The honor of working for you
is not worth a felony charge.

Give me a minute.

[chips clanging]

I'm saying the odds of you
having a straight flush

are pretty low.

House!

I'll fold.

Fold.

Fold.

I'm screwed, aren't I?

[laughter]

Nine bucks
for a straight flush.

He's not coming home.
Relax.

There's nothing in this universe
that can't be explained...

Eventually.

Take this game.

Only two people knew
that you wanted in on it.

I didn't tell him.

I told you,

I didn't tell him.

Why would you?

The only person he's been
getting all intimate

and conversational with

is your cancer chick.

How would she know?

The subject
of my poker game

isn't likely to come up
in the course

of a patient interview.

No, that's the kind of thing
you mention to someone

you're used to sharing
the details of you day with.

Don't.

Your rabbi...

A guidance counselor.

A parent.

She's not your mom,
is she?

I'm seriously saying don't.

You've been having sex...

This is so
not the place.

With our miracle woman.

[knocking]

Excuse me, am I...
May I talk to you?

Of course.

Boyd's getting dressed.
He's ready to check out.

He can't check out
without your permission.

His sodium level
still isn't normal.

I told him. He said
that God said it was okay.

He was fine.

Could you talk to him?

Tell them my name
isn't Wilson.

Most people
in your situation

just have their careers
to worry about.

You've got that
and divine retribution.

Tell them.

Tell me how it happened,

and I'll tell them
whatever you want.

[sighing]

She'd had a bad day.
Pain-wise.

Her ride didn't show up
to take her home.

So you offered.

Yeah.

She didn't have
any groceries.

She was too sick
to go out.

I figured I could afford
to take a half hour.

Pick her up
and few things.

And stay and make sure
she's okay.

Yeah.

And never leave.

You told me
you got an apartment.

But you moved in
with her.

You lied to me.

Tell them.

His name is not Wilson,

and he's screwed up worse
than I am.

Okay, yes,
I lied to you.

I'm sorry.

Half the doctors
who specialize in oncology

turn into burnt out cases.

But you, you eat neediness.

Lucky for you.

Thanks for
the game, guys.

I don't think
I'll be coming back.

You're a functional vampire.

Sure, you're heroic,

useful to society.

But only because
it feeds you.

There's nothing
worth stealing,

so don't even look.

You don't just have a fetish
for needy people,

you marry them!

Here we go!
You mean it!

And then time passes,

suddenly they're not
so needy anymore.

Your fault.

You've been there
for them too much.

They're getting healthy,
independent.

And that's just ugly.

God, you must be pissed
at God right now.

Making her all happy.

Why are you doing this?

Because you're being stupid.

You know what
you're risking

by sleeping with a patient.

Oh, that's crap.

You're not mad because
I'm risking my job.

You're not even mad
because I lied to you.

You're mad because
I lied to you,

and you couldn't tell.

Yeah, you got me nailed.

Yeah, that's why you didn't
want me in your poker game.

Because when it comes
to being in control,

Gregory House leaves our
faith healer kid in the dust.

And that's why religious belief
annoys you.

Because if the universe
operates by abstract rules,

you can learn them,
you can protect yourself.

If a supreme being exists,
he can squash you

any time he wants.

He knows where I am.

[cell phone ringing]

I think it's yours.

Yeah.

I'll be right there.

Jesus is spiking a fever.
He's delusional.

Tuberous sclerosis
doesn't cause fever.

I know.

I'll drive.

Pick any random guy
off the street.

Bring him in here,
examine him exhaustively.

You will find

at least
three things wrong with him.

This kid
has tuberous sclerosis.

A mild case.

But his tumors are growing.

We assumed
that the tumors were growing.

'Cause he's getting sicker.

But he could have
grown old and died

and never known about them
if he hadn't come here.

We were
looking for something

that was more or less
in the right part of the brain.

It's like
we found someone

standing over a dead body
holding a gun.

We arrested them,
didn't look any further.

Well, sometimes
people really do

just stumble
into a murder scene.

His fever is 103
and rising.

If we don't do anything,
he's gonna be chatting with God

face to face real soon.

Fevers don't come

from a long-term
underlying condition.

He's a garden variety
religious nut

who happens to have
an infection.

It's lumbar puncture time.

No.

No, God told me no more
of man's medicine.

If we have faith in him,
he'll make me well.

It's just a test.

We just wanna
find out what's wrong.

God knows what's wrong.

God will
take care of it.

He's delirious,
and he's a minor.

This is your decision,

and not his.

The kingdom of heaven
is like a treasure

hidden in field
which when a man finds,

he hides.

For joy he goes
and sells all he owns

and buys that field.

Buy all the land you want!

Don't blow
your brains out.

You're watching your son
kill himself!

He's out of his mind
with fever.

Dad, if your faith is weak,
I will fail.

I need you.

[sighing deeply]

I'm sorry.

You don't even know
what's wrong with him.

God knows the answer.

And I would rather leave it
in His hands than yours.

Wilson.

I need you
to do your thing.

You do know that I don't
actually have magical powers.

I have faith.

You're better off
trying to slip

some antibiotics
into a meal...

Which antibiotics?

We don't know
what infection he's got.

Go as broad as you can.
Forget it.

Our best hope
is your silver tongue.

What if it's not
an infection?

Where you not paying attention
when I was doing

my murder scene metaphor?

What if the tuberous sclerosis
is guilty?

It had the gun in its hand,
it was standing over...

Doesn't cause fever.

It causes everything else.

What if the fever's
the innocent bystander?

Fever could
have been set off

by something
he picked up anywhere.

Could have been a bug
he got here.

Or a bug he gave here.

He gave it
to your patient.

That's why her tumor shrank.

The virus went after
the cancer first.

Are you saying a virus
attacked her tumor?

For 200 years,
there have been reports

of wild viruses
that target tumors.

Early 1900s,
an Italian medical journal

wrote up a woman
with cervical cancer

who was injected
with a weak strain of rabies.

I have no idea
why they did that,

but her tumor shrank.

You think
he gave her rabies?

One of the virus types
most prone

to go after cancer cells
is herpes.

Herpes encephalitis.

It would fit.

Seizure, low sodium.

Even the blurred vision.

And it would mean
if you're right,

Grace's cancer
is coming back.

You're not gonna be able
to convince them.

They don't want
any more tests.

They don't wanna...

They can't argue
with the mark of Cain.

I'm not gonna
change my mind.

No more tests.
God knows the way.

Okay, let's start
with his shirt.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

I'm on a mission
from God.

If you won't let me
undress you,

then strip.

What's he doing?
What's going on?

That woman you helped,
you gave her a virus.

No, she's healed.
I have a gift--

A gift is jewelry, socks.

What you have
is herpes encephalitis.

The only way you could have
transmitted it is by

scratching one
of your own sores

and touching another person.

Herpes, that's something
you get from sex, right?

Either that or cold sores.

Your kid got it
from the sex.

No, no sores.

No, my body is clean.

They examined me
when I came in. No sores.

Herpes hides.

You have an outbreak,

it goes away,
comes back, goes away.

Strip!

You didn't have a sore
when you came in,

but you've got one now.

Dad, I've never ever--

(House)
You ever wonder why
a perfect child of God

should feel so desperate
to purify his body

that he needed to scarf down

a dozen gallons
of water a day?

Boyd, is he right?

Dad, no, he's crazy.
Help me.

Dr. Wilson, help!

God said no medicine,
no procedures.

Taking off your clothes
doesn't count

as either of those.

This one's your call.

Son...

Dad, you have
to have faith in me.

I have faith in the Lord.

You, I trust.

As much as you can trust
a teenage boy.

Take off your clothes.

Relax.

A few Hail Marys,
a little acyclovir.

You'll be picking up angels
again in no time.

Come in.

My father told me
I have to apologize to you.

Still hearing voices?

You're lucky.

You go through life
with a certainty

that what you're doing
is right.

I know how comforting
that is.

Good luck.

You're not gonna give me
my final point?

You knew it was me?

Who else?

You don't think God
should get a point knocked off?

The tumor shrank.

Because of a virus.

Do you know
what the odds are?

She had to have
the right type of cancer.

He had to have
the right type of virus.

The exposure had to be--

She won the lottery.

You say won the lottery,

he says...miracle.

Yeah, the hand of God

reached into this kid's pants,

made him have sex
so he could scratch a rash,

stick his fingers
in some woman's face,

give her
a few extra months.

Come on, he's just another
liar and manipulator.

Well, nobody's as perfect
as you are.

It is possible
to believe in something

and still fail
to live up to it.

So, how's your girlfriend?

She got a little extra time
out of this.

Not a lot.

She didn't crash?

No...

She says she's happier

when she believes
in something bigger than she is.

She still believes.

Faith.
She's going to Florence.

You moving out?

Yeah.

Moving back in with me?

I don't think
that's a great idea.

But we're okay.

House, you are...

as God made you.

Captioning by CaptionMax
www.captionmax.com