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(waitress)
Here you go.

That fried crap
will kill you.

[coughing]
See?

(waiter)
Have a nice night.

(woman)
Good night.

Time to make the donuts.

Hands in the air!
Right now!

[yelling]

Get up!
Move out here, let's go!

Move it!

Purses and wallets
on the counter!

Right now!

Your watches, your jewelry.

Take it all off!

[whispering]
Get the girl,
get the girl.

We're moving
to the back room.

Let's go!

Let's go!
Move it!

Go on!

Not you.

Hey, hey!

No, no.
She's staying right here.

You're not
gonna do this.

Whoa, kid.

No, no.
Jeremy, please.

Just do what they say.
Please.

Okay, okay.

Move!

[coughing]

Son of a bitch!

You thought I was gonna
let you hurt my wife?

Hey, mister!

Your wife.

What did he do to her?

Nothing.

Tracy!

[Massive Attack's Teardrop]

*

*

(Cameron)
20-year-old, married
African American female.

Couldn't breathe.

Anaphylaxis-like
throat swelling.

Children?

You think pregnancy
would explain--

It explains the marriage.

Who the hell gets married
at 20?

I'm guessing people in love.

Show me a 20 year-old
who's not in love.

You get married at 20,
you're gonna be shocked

at who you're
living with at 30.

(Cameron)
It's not allergies,

negative on
all the skin tests.

Four days on antihistamines
and steroids--

Who's he talking to?

What?
It's got an ass.

Technically,
that makes it a "who."

New nurse in peeds.

Wendy something.

Swelling just started
to go down--

Seen her here before?

Couple times.

I tried following her home,
but she gave me the slip.

Swelling's--

[laughs]

Think that's funny,

ask him about the time
he sabotaged my cane.

Are you serious?

There was a point
to it.

Wendy, this is House.

Something about
not getting too "uppity"

with normal folks

who walk good.

You're everything
I'd heard.

Nice to meet you.

Why so rude?

You've sprinted through
three bad marriages

into an affair
with a dying patient.

Now a naughty nurse?

How many more failed
relationships

are we both gonna
have to deal with

before you learn
to love yourself?

And I mean that
in the literal way.

It's amazing how
you can not only know

it's a relationship,
but that it's a bad relationship

based on nothing but...

nothing.
I know you.

I'm not with her.
Not even trying.

You're lying to me.

That's interesting.

Well, as long
as it's interesting.

Swelling is--

Why is she hanging out here?

Anyone interested in what
happened with the swelling?

She's in peeds.
It's the next wing over.

If you're wondering if
Wilson's dating her, ask Wilson.

(Foreman)
Clearly he did.

And Wilson denied it.

And House doesn't
believe it.

It's gotta hurt.

That's why it pays to have
more than one friend, House.

If he's not hitting that,
why is she here?

Because I'm hitting that
and it's totally hot.

Swelling took four days
to resolve.

Patient has unexplained,
intense abdominal pains.

So explain them.

Wake me when they've done
an exploratory laparotomy.

Anybody know her?

Know her story?

Up and at 'em.
They did a laparotomy.

Liver, bowel, gallbladder,
appendix--all clean.

Belly pain
plus throat swelling.

She was in some sort
of assault, right?

Simple neck trauma.

It says no one
touched her neck,

and if they did,
it would resolve by now.

Didn't need to touch her.
Some guy coughed on her, right?

He's in jail
and he's completely healthy,

except for the broken head

he got from
the beating he took.

There's pot
on her tox screen.

Salmonella from the pot would
explain the stomach pains.

It's a stretch.
She'd have a fever.

She's on steroids
for the swelling,

therefore no fever.

And the smoking
explains the throat.

Sorry, take it back.
That's a stretch.

Got a better idea?

Then stretch away.

Start her on fluoroquinolone
for the salmonella.

I was waiting
two hours out there.

Fascinating.

Have you considered
a career as a memoirist?

Let's see it.

You don't introduce
yourself?

Sorry, I thought you were
waiting two hours,

didn't know
you wanted to chat.

Hi, I'm Greg.

How about that local
sports team?

It's not an infection.

How can you tell without--

You want me to touch you?

It's your private place.

You're chewing nicotine gum,

which causes dehydration,
which causes wear and tear.

Try a lubricant.

Or foreplay
if you're cheap.

Just take a swab
and get it tested, okay?

Sorry.

I already met this month's quota
of useless tests

for stubborn idiots.

You're rude.

Wow, you're like
a detective, or something.

And you're smart.

And you're funny.

But you are bitter,

and you're lonely.

So you treat everyone around
like they're idiots.

And you get away with it,

'cause of your cane.

Please stop.

It's hard to write through
the haze of bitter tears.

But you're not actually
getting away with it.

Last nurse you made fun of,

she probably slipped
some crap into your coffee.

Nah, I asked for
de-crappinated coffee.

Treat people like jerks,

you get treated
like a jerk.

Thank you.

Bend over.

You kidding me?

If you have an infection,
you'd have a fever.

You're chewing nicotine gum

which messes with
the weather in your mouth,

so I need to
vacation elsewhere.

Oh--

And wait till I put
the thermometer in.

Uh-uh.
You break it, you bought it.

Leaving early today.

You ever get that thing

where you're sure
you forgot something,

but you can't
figure out what?

Guess it can't be
that important.

Salmonella is a bacterial
infection

that you can get
from pot plants.

Causes stomach pain.

And my throat?

The thinking is

it's an inflammatory
reaction to the smoking.

How much
would you need to smoke

for your throat
to go nuts like that?

Most cases, a lot.

We don't smoke a lot.

Let's just start
the treatment.

Think we're liars
as well as druggies?

(Foreman)
Actually, I'm wondering

if you'd mind getting
her a cup of ice chips.

You're not gonna get any
different answer from her.

No, no.
He can stay.

No offense,
but this place is scary.

I feel better
when he's around.

Tracy, I need to talk to you.

We don't do a lot of drugs.

I need to know your answers
aren't being pressured.

(Tracy)
Look, if you think

the antibiotics
are a good idea,

you can give them to me.

Okay.

Worst case scenario,
it'll help us rule out

a few things.
[scoffing]

He's a good guy.

He just has a hard time

holding in his emotions.

You don't have
to apologize for me.

That mean you're gonna
do it for yourself?

I got nothing
to apologize for.

(Tracy)
He's young.

Itchy.

(Foreman)
Allergic reaction
to the fluoroquinolone.

We should switch
to a different antibiotic.

Why?

We can't treat
the salmonella unless--

Salmonella?
That was a total stretch.

Man, why does that
sound so familiar?

You think it's 'cause
I said it an hour ago?

Then it was
a dumb thing to say.

Now it's smart.

She's got the rash,

so we know she's
unusually susceptible

to allergic reactions.

So that's
what brought her in.

Probably the peanut butter
in her sandwich.

Stick test was negative
for peanuts.

That's because
you foolishly tested her

while she was lying down.

Exercise-based
anaphylaxis?

I think that requires
exercise.

When her throat closed,
they'd just got done eating.

Not even
competitive eating.

And getting robbed.

Always gets
my heart rate up.

Give her the same food
she ate at the diner

and stick her
on the treadmill.
Better yet,

put a gun to her head,
threaten to rape her.

You don't think
I'm gonna get a response?

No.

You're on.
50 bucks.

I'm not betting
on a patient's--

100 bucks.
If you say so.

Tracy, I'm increasing
the speed a little.

My stomach really hurts.

Jeremy!
You out there?

Talk to me!

You're doing great.

Isn't this enough?

I'm not getting any
allergic response yet.

Come on.
Shut it off.

(Foreman)
We don't complete the test,

my boss will just come
down here and do it himself.

You do not want that.

(Jeremy)
She's in pain.

Look at her.

I don't want to have
to ask you to leave.

You're gonna ask me to leave?
Are you kidding me?

This is my wife.
You guys aren't helping her.

You're just hurting her.

What? You guys have
all this equipment

in hereand you're not doing
anything.

You guys can't figure out
what's--

Ah!

(Jeremy)
Ow, it hurts!

Where?

In my stomach.

And my chest.

It's Foreman.
Get me a wheel chair.

(Foreman)
He's as sick as she is now.

(House)
Told you it would work.

Worked on
the wrong patient.

We could spend all day
arguing right or wrong.

Give me the 100 bucks.

We didn't bet.

We could spend all day arguing
whether we bet or not.

Give me the 100 bucks.

Come on, Foreman.
Pay up, he won.

Or we could just
never finish the DDX.

Husband's test
showed no MI.

No aortic dissection.

It's not his heart.

It's just non-specific
chest and abdominal pain.

So, psychosomatic?

Panic attack?

Pain persisted after he got
lorazepam and morphine.

Whose locker is that?

Mine.

Chest,

stomach, throat.

What does it all mean?

We're in the nurses'
locker room.

I know that.

Oh.

That is so annoying.

Wilson's girlfriend's left
her stuff in my locker again.

Great, I hadn't committed
any felonies yet today.

Relax. You know
who they're gonna blame.

House, you wanna
mess with Wilson, no problem.

But you got no reason
to screw around--

Can we get back
to the medicine?

Okay.
Why assume one disease?

His chest, her throat.

So it's just a coincidence
that they both

got crippling stomach pains.

Wow, they really are
a great couple.

So much in common.

One blue shoe.

What do you think that means?

It means you're insane.
Wilson's not dating her.

You feeling luckier?

Does it matter what I answer?

200 it is.

If they're married and caught
the same disease,

then it means they--

Aha!

Brochure to a jazz festival

in the Poconos this weekend.

Wilson likes jazz.
Foreman, pay the man.

Four, five, six novels.

No music.
What does that mean?

She's literate.

It means she spends her leisure
time reading, not listening.

She'd only wanna go watch jazz

if the other person
wanted to go.

She has a martyr complex.

Issues of inferiority.

Married couple.
Same disease.

They either got it
from each other,

or in the same place.

Infectious or environmental.

All we have to do
is check out parasites,

viruses, bacteria,
fungi, prions,

radiation, toxins,
chemicals,

or it's Internet porn
related.

I'll check the Internet.

You guys cover the rest
of the stuff.

If they can live here
without killing each other,

they must really
be in love.

It's tiny.

How come it's taking you
so long to search it?

Box of condoms
in his jacket.

I know you're poor now,
but buy your own.

She's on the pill.

Why would he need condoms?

No, put that back.

Why?

We show that to House,

he'll just call the guy
a cheating bastard.

Look how he is
with Wilson.

He'd be right.
Could be an STD.

One that doesn't give
them any symptoms

in their sexual organs?

They never mentioned anything.

Maybe they're embarrassed.

What else could it be?

You think they just like
the sexy feel of latex

against their genitals?

Maybe the wife just wants
to be extra cautious.

Come on,
you really believe that?

Yeah.
Good.

Then I'm sure you'll have
no problem convincing House.

That cheating bastard.

He loves her.

Right.

I bet he told you

that she's the love
of his life.

People lie, I get it.

But they don't go up

against two armed gunmen
to save someone

unless they really--
There's a reason

that we don't let kids
vote or drink,

or work in the salt mines.

They're idiots.

20-year-olds fall
in and out of love

more often than they change
their oil filters,

which they should do
more often.
Sorry.

Ridiculous of me
to draw a conclusion

based on actually
observing them.

Should have just depended
on your misanthropic view

of human nature.

(Chase)
Gonorrhea explains
all their symptoms.

Fitzhugh-Curtis syndrome
for her belly pain,

costochondritis and bladder
infection for his chest

and abdominal pain.

Good.

Now go rub their lying,
cheating privates

with a cotton swab.

Why would you want
to look at her?

Is this because
of the condoms?

You found them
in his jacket,

figured he was
hiding something from me.

I thought I was pregnant
last month.

Kind of freaked me out.

I'm way too young
to have kids.

So you just wanted
to be extra cautious.

Wish one of us
had figured that out,

stuck to his guns.

We're still
gonna check you both.

She's the only girlfriend
I've ever had.

She's the love of--

Please don't say it.

I can't say I love my wife?

We're still gonna test you.

What is it, I'm white?

Yeah, that's it.

Jeremy, I wish
you would stop it.

You're really
embarrassing.

Everybody thinks
they're so liberal,

but I see how
they look at us.

White and black.

Especially black.

I'm sorry, Trace,
but it's true.

Great.
Prove us all wrong.

No scarring,
no purulent discharge,

and the NAATs
were negative.

They don't have an STD.

What's that you say?

You got a problem
with interracial couples?

Thank you, Chase.
No.

Any of your shorties
ever been whities?

Not sure I understand
your ghetto slang, Dr. House.

How many black women
have you dated, by the way?

I don't care about color.

As long as they can help me
breed a superior race.

Yeah, my exes
have usually been black.

So what?

It's not a racial thing.
It's cultural.

I have more in common
with them.

Like I assume you only date
emotionally stunted bigots.

Sorry, you're right.

That kind of prejudice
is totally fine.

The abdominal pain
is getting worse.

We've had to up
their morphine twice.

Take the wife
off the steroids.

If she spikes a fever,
we'll know it's an infection.

If she doesn't,
it's environmental.

He got off easy.

I almost gave him
a colonoscopy.

That was one
of the stupidest things

you have ever done,

and there is heavy
competition for--

What are you doing?

Hmm, only ate half
your breakfast.

Feeling a little sick
this morning?

I'm not pregnant.
They burnt my omelet.

You need to apologize
to this guy.

I'm a man of principle.

I don't care
how much time and money

it costs you to defend me.

He wants to kill you.

No empty coffee cups.
Off the caffeine.

Good for baby.
Cups are in the other
wastebasket,

baby's in your mind.

You can berate patients

all you want--
Shoving objects

into their rectums
is assault.

Pay attention to me.

Sorry, that would make it harder
to ignore you.

Can't ignore that

rapidly expanding
first trimester ass, though.

Sometimes an ass
is just an ass.

You are not always right,
House.

Apologize to the guy.

[gasping and moaning]

What are you doing here?

Stay away from my son.

How did you find us?

Stay away from that girl.

[Jeremy screaming]

[Tracy screaming]

Leave him alone!

What happened?

She's dreaming.
She started yelling.

You're breaking Jeremy's arm!

No one's hurting him.
Baby, it's me.

It's Jeremy.

Tracy, Tracy.

She's okay.

Baby, it was just
a bad dream.

Everything's okay.

Tracy.

Tracy?

It was an acute delirium.

Well, she's talking, right?

I mean,
she's coming out of it.

She's not really talking.
Just making sounds.

Okay, when is she gonna
come out?

(Foreman)
Jeremy...

She's in a coma.

(Foreman)
So her vitals
are pretty stable.

But her response to stimuli
is getting weaker,

which means the coma
is getting worse.

Her brain is slowly
shutting down.

Can I see her?

We're getting
some more images

to check for masses
or infections.

[groaning]

I'll increase
your morphine.

Her hallucination.

If you knew what it was,

would that
make any difference?

Medically, I mean.

Not usually.

Some cases, the form
of a hallucination

can tell us what part
of the brain is being hit.

I think it was
about my dad.

Your...your dad
was breaking your arm?

He was a drunk,
pill-popping racist.

He caught me sneaking
into her house

when we were 13.

She lived next door.

He broke my arm

and threatened her.

We ran off when we were 16.

You still in touch with him?

Killed himself
a couple of years ago.

Hmm.

It's not medical,

I just thought blacks
were the racist ones.

(Chase)
Some generalized
edema throughout.

And areas of increased signal
here, here, here, and here.

Damn.

All over her brain stem.

Could be plaques,
maybe hyperdensities

from the edema.

Or tumors or anything.

We add brain involvement

to the chest,
stomach, throat.

What do we got?

Didn't spike a fever
when we took off the steroids,

so it's not an infection.

Leaving environmental.
What flavor?

Environmental doesn't
make sense either.

If it's a toxin, we'd
see it in their livers.

None of the neighbors
are sick, no co-workers--

They both got it.

Means infection
or environmental,

and since it's not
an infection...

(Foreman)
What if they didn't

both get it?

Maybe we got our basic
assumption wrong,

and it's two different
diseases.

Maybe we didn't
and it's sarcoidosis.

Sarcoidosis isn't infectious
or environmental.

Tell that to the clusters
of sarcoidosis cases.

Fire fighters and residents
of pine tar forests?

I did see these two
putting out

that blaze in
the Pine Barrens.

If sarcoidosis has two
environmental causes,

it has environmental
causes.

We just don't know
all of them yet.

Husband's chest.

He has slightly enlarged

hilar lymph nodes.

Sarcoidosis explains almost
all of their symptoms.

Including her getting
worse off the steroids.

Doesn't explain
his throat swelling.

That's what "almost" means.

90% of sarcoidosis
cases have lung scarring.

Oh, 90?
Oh, "almost."

Fine.

Consult a specialist.

If this is more
dating advice...

Love to gossip,

but I got work to do.

This sarcoidosis?

It's pretty non-specific.

Could be granulomas,
could be plaques.

What's this?

Oh, oh.

You stole Wendy's
personnel file?

In a way, aren't we all guilty
of bribing the janitor

to take her file
and give it to me?

Yes, I take my share
of the blame.

But society's--

First of all,
I'm not dating her.

She is so wrong for you.

You know, she filed
a form so the hospital

would take extra withholding.

Who does that?

She's much too cautious for me.
Point taken.

I'll--I'll start dating her,

so I can break up with her
and start dating a stripper.

You're a miserable jerk
who can't stand

to be alone.

I didn't try to break up
your marriages.

You did that yourself.

My marriages were so crappy,

I was spending
all my time with you.

Your real fear is me having
a good relationship.

Yes.
It keeps me up at night.

That, and the Loch Ness monster,

global warming, evolution,

and other fictional concepts.

Although, big romantic
weekend in the Poconos

could change everything.

You don't mean...
No.

I don't think
it's sarcoidosis.

He says it's sarcoidosis.

Start them both
on methotrexate

And if you're wrong?

If Wilson's wrong...

We'll biopsy her
just to be sure.

Her brain stem?

Brain damage is not only
possible, it's likely.

Good point.

Let's biopsy something safer.

Like her shoes.

The husband,
he'd have to give consent.

He can't right now.

Why? This guy
write with his stomach?

He has a conflict
of interest.

It's not his brain
we're cutting open.

But he still gets
all the benefit.

He'd do it just
to save himself.

Or save her.

She's the love of his life,
remember?

He never said that.

She needs a guardian ad litem.

I can't let you
do this.

How are you gonna stop me?

Call Cuddy?

Cameron's right.
There's a conflict.

No, there isn't.

Not unless one of them
wants to die

a horrible, painful death.

I'm sure the guardian
will figure that out.

In a couple days.

Will the guardian
convince the disease

to hold off
eating her brain

so we can get
the legalities worked out?

I just don't want
some plaintiff's lawyer

owning my hospital.

Legalities help.

Speaking of which,

did you get
your thermometer back yet?

Oh, we had a nice chat.

Did you know he's
a Rotarian?

Listen, she'll die
without the biopsy.

I need to cover
the hospital's ass.

You're too biased.

I send you in there,
you'll steamroll over him.

Something goes wrong,
he'll sue us

for not disclosing
the risks.

Then have Wilson
talk to the husband.

Wilson kills people
left and right,

no one ever sues him.

Fine.

But only if you apologize
to the clinic guy.

Nah.

Probably better
to just let that couple die.

I don't care if you mean it,
just do it.

Unfortunately, we don't see
any way around a biopsy.

We'll do all we can
to minimize any damage.

(Jeremy)
No.

The methotrexate isn't showing
any effects yet.

You could both be--

She's brilliant.

All As in college
while working full time.

I can't do that to her.

And if you both die?

You think
she'd want that?

Do it on me instead.

It's not in your brain.

It will be.

It's the same disease, right?
Do it then.

She could die before
you show the symptoms.

Then stop treating me.

[sighs]

(House)
Great job.

Why didn't you just
shoot him in the head?

Hold on.
That gives me an idea.

You know what
could save this couple?

Lots of misdirected
sarcasm.

They're dead.

Yelling at you
might prevent you

from screwing up
like this again.

I didn't screw up.
I did my job.

Your job was
to get me the biopsy.

No, it was to present
the patient with his options.

Two options:
biopsy or no biopsy.

He chose a third,
no treatment.

How do you even
do that?

Remember when you used
to just weave

elaborate conspiracy theories
about my love life?

Those were such
good times.

How much morphine
is the husband on?

We can't increase
it anymore.

His respirations
are depressed.

Increase it?

Drugs cloud
people's judgment.

Cold turkey the sucker.

Uh... no.

Good point.

Did I ask you guys
to follow me?

(Cameron)
No.

Which made us nervous.

He'll catch on if he notices

he's off the morphine drip.

Shoot him up with one
of these puppies instead.

No.

You do understand
it's not really a puppy.

It's naloxone.

An opiate-blocker?

He'll feel like
he's swallowing a bonfire.

That's pretty unethical
even for you.

How is that unethical?
It'll lead to a diagnosis.

It's leading to the torture
of the husband

on the off-chance he'll allow
a procedure on another person.

Which will lead
to a diagnosis.

Didn't I just say that?

(Chase)
Give it up.

Foreman and Cameron
are too ethical,

and I'm too scared
of getting sued.

Fine.

I'm just gonna...

find some place
safe to hide this.

So I won't be tempted
to use it.

You're not
doing it either.

What, are you gonna
run for it?

If they die now,

they'll never be able
to grow old

and tired of each other.

We can't baby-sit
House all day.

(Cameron)
I'll tell Cuddy to put
a nurse by his room.

Damn it.

Atropine?

What happened to--?

He knew we'd stop him.

He stuck both of them
in his pocket.

That's actually
pretty clever.

Guess I can't use
that trick again, huh?

[Jeremy groans]

Oh, my stomach!

It was a pretty
smart plan, Jerry.

But I'm on to you.

There's only one good reason
to kill the biopsy.

You poisoned your wife,

and you don't want
the coppers to get wise.

No!

Oh, all right.

Then you're just a moron.

Biopsy me.

Only if this thing

hits your brain,
you moron.

And I can't stress that
"moron" part enough.

You're killing your wife.

She is the love of my life.

(House)
Careful--once she's dead

and you're
on wife number two,

you're gonna feel
real guilty about saying that.

[pained moan]

Feel that?
Get used to it.

Pain's gonna get
a lot worse.
No, it won't.

Morphine just isn't working
right now for some reason.

I'm putting you on
a tranquilizer in the meantime.

It'll work again soon.

Wanna bet?

(Jeremy)
I don't care about the pain.

I need to be in pain,

because I have to get worse.

Means you can do
the biopsy on me.

Dude, she's in a coma.

Who are you trying to impress?

I'd die for her.

Give up.

Or we can wait for him to get
all grown-up and cynical.

I was just gonna call you.

I need a court order
to biopsy this woman's brain.

Speaking of litigation...

Michael Tritter.
You know Dr. House.

You guys can talk here.

I don't want to sue you.

Good.

I wanna beat
the crap out of you.

Less good.

And I'll tell you why.

You're a bully.

And bullies,
they don't back down.

Until they run into someone
stronger and meaner.

But you'll accept
an apology.

Yes.

Not really a recipe
for sincerity.

I'm not looking
for sincerity.

I'm looking
for humiliation.

Something that
will make you

think twice before you treat
the next patient like crap.

Here's what's gonna happen.

You go brag
to your friends

about how you made the big nasty
doctor poop in his pants.

I get Cuddy off my back

by telling her
that I humiliated myself.

Here's the catch:

We're both gonna be lying.

I'm not apologizing.

If anything, you deserved
a bigger thermometer.

What's wrong?

Jeremy's worse.

Then that's what's right.

Cut the stubborn jerk's head
open and take a slice.

It's not his brain.

Lactic acid's up to 39.

His intestines
are rotting.

This isn't sarcoidosis.

Well, he'll get his wish.

He's dying.

It's just not in a way
that's gonna help his wife.

(Cameron)
Coma's worse.

She's losing response
to stimuli.

He's vomiting blood,
and his lactic acid's 45.

He's gotta have ischemic bowel.

So what?

Well, let's see,
lack of blood flow

is causing his guts to die,
which will cause him to die,

unless we cut out a few feet
of small intestine

and reattach the ends--
I don't know.

Seems worth a mention.

Why does he have it?
What does it tell us?

Small cell vasculitis?

Good, now let's
hear it again,

but this time
with a more environmental

or infectious feeling.

Or, like I said before,

it might not be environmental
or infectious.

He has vasculitis.
She has porphyria.

Belly pain
plus hallucinations:

classic symptoms.

Could even cause a coma.

Fine.

Start her on hematin
for porphyria.

What about him?

Take out the dead bowel.

That's all we can do.

And biopsy it.

If Foreman's right,
it might save him.

If Foreman's wrong,

dead bowel might save
both of them.

Bowel's not dead.

(House)
Unless he's been tossing down

frosty cans of lactic acid,
the bowel is dead.

What we're looking for

is a reason it's dead.

Bowel's not dead.

Just general swelling
and edema.

High lactate was
probably from stress.

We just sliced him open
from chest to pubic bone

for nothing.

Nothing is something.

Forget the ischemia.

Add the edema and swelling.

Probably from
cutting him open.

Probably, not definitely.

Okay, back to the beginning.

What did we talk about?

Anything.
I wanna hear it all again.

Allergies.
Doesn't fit at all now.

(Chase)
STDs--maybe we got
the wrong one.

What about syphilis?

Neurological symptoms--
He wasn't cheating on her.

Yeah, yeah,
"love of his life."

Don't you have to wait
until he's dead

before you make
that determination?

She's his only
girlfriend ever.

They grew up next door,

they ran off together
as teenagers.

Sarcoidosis--we only
ruled it out

'cause we thought
he had ischemic--

Why did they run off?

What difference does--

Kids talk about running off.
How many do it?

What was the reason?

(Foreman)
They were trying to escape

his evil, pill-popping,
racist dad.

You would've liked him.

We should do another biopsy--

How do you know
the dad was racist?

He beat up his son
for dating a black girl.

I extrapolated from that.

You see racism everywhere.

Maybe he just didn't like
this black girl.

(Cameron)
It's not sarcoid.

We would have seen
granulomas in his--

(House)
She has pretty eyes.

Forget infectious.

Forget environmental.

Defective DNA is keeping
them from making

a critical protein.

Hence the fluid buildup.

It's the throat, stomach,
chest and brain.

Angioedema?

Hereditary angioedema.

Symptoms fit perfectly.

It's an incredibly
rare disease.

They both would have
to have a parent--

Is it a coincidence
that your sister has great hair?

Or that these two
have green eyes?

(Foreman)
You're not saying...

They're not brother
and sister.

Ew. God, no.

That would be sick.

Half-brother and sister.

Different moms.

Dad must have had
an affair with her mom.

That's why he flipped out
when the kids started dating.

He had it himself.

Probably why the pills.

We don't know for sure.

Testing for HAE or paternity

is gonna take a day.

She doesn't have a day.

Start treating
and see what happens.

Any change?

Her response to stimuli
is still just as weak.

I almost hope
she stays in a coma.

That's sweet, Cameron.

I'd like to avoid shattering
both of their lives.

You don't think dying
will do that?

[machine beeping]

It's just her oximeter.

Tracy.

Tracy.

She's awake.

Oh, God, baby.
It's gonna be okay.

(House)
Awesome!

Can I tell them?

We've obviously

got to let them know
what's wrong.

But the cause,
the brother-sister thing...

Good plan.

You just got to keep
them away from...

doctors, the Internet,

and anyone who's not
a total moron.

Tell them.

Yesterday,

he was willing to die
to save her.

We've got to give
them time to recover.

He might be a little vexed

that you kept letting him
hump his sister

in the meantime.

Tell them.

Unless their dad was also

the product
of an incestuous union,

the chances of serious
complications

are minimal.

Noble of you
to take that risk.

Tell them or I will.

[sighs]

(Jeremy)
So we just need
to take these pills.

Twice a day.

Angioedema's
very treatable.

You'll be fine.

So, what?

We, like, caught this
from each other?

No.

It's a condition
you both always had.

The onset of symptoms
are sometimes caused

by stress or trauma.

The incident at the diner.

So we got it as kids?

It's, um...

It's a genetic disease.

It's not--

There's no good reason
two unrelated people

would get it.

We think you guys
should take a DNA test.

How can we be related?

[sighs]

We think you have
the same dad.

We don't know for sure
until we do the tests.

Oh, God.

Your father...

No, no.

This can't--
this can't be true.

Yeah, yeah--
Jer, Jer, I'm lighter--

You know, I'm lighter
than both my parents.

And our eyes.

Everyone always talks about
how we have the same eyes.

You're not really siblings.

We have the same father!

You didn't fight
in the backseat on car trips.

You didn't change
each other's diapers.

You guys just...

met and fell in love.

The--the way you feel--

that...hasn't changed.

(Chase)
Hey Foreman,

can you wear the beeper for
a couple of hours this weekend?

What?

We just destroyed
two people's lives.

I'm not allowed
to run errands anymore?

I'd like to see some sign
that it affects you,

or that you recognize
it affects other people.

So are you gonna wear
the beeper or not?

Sorry, I can't.

You just want to punish me.

I'm busy.

With what?

I'm going out of town.

Where are you going?

Foreman...

You're not missing
a blue shoe, are you?

Come--

You can't bet when you know
the answer beforehand.

We could spend
all day arguing

whether you can bet when
you know the answer beforehand.

Give me the 200 bucks.

Uh-uh.

What?

Hey.
Hey.

You okay?

I was just wondering.

You really like jazz?

I love it.

Are you lying?

I'm lying.

I want to spend time
with you.

Is that so terrible?

No.

Maybe we shouldn't
walk out together.

People see us leaving...

They gotta
find out sometime.

Let me just meet you
at your place.

She got her own room.

[Michael Penn's
Walter Reed]

She just...
needs some time alone.

You want me to hang out
here a bit?

* Count the cases
piled up high *

* For the 1:15

*

* For platform
and for passerby *

* It's the same routine

*

* All I want to do
is hide *

* It's graduation day

*

* Everything I learned inside

* Didn't seem to pay

* I'm ranting
while I'm raving *

* There's nothing here
worth saving *

* Tell me now,
what more do you need *

* Take me
to Walter Reed tonight *

* Baby, I've lost
the will for fighting *

[siren wailing]

If you've come to return
the thermometer, don't bother.

I've moved on.

If you'd actually
read my chart,

you'd have known
that I'm a cop.

You were going 40

in a 25 zone.

Oh, come on.

This isn't because
I was speeding.

This is because
I'm Latino.

License, registration,
proof of insurance.

Sorry.
Cool jacket.

Only pockets
for important stuff.

That's a shame.

50 buck ticket.

Is that your way
of beating me up?

Or is that just the price
for sticking something in you?

You took a pill
while you were...

examining a patient.

That's serious
addictive behavior.

I'm betting that
you're holding right now.

I wasn't weaving,
I'm not drunk.

You've got no reason to--

Pupils dilated.

Appeared to be under
the influence of a narcotic.

Would you mind
turning around, please,

putting your hands
behind your head?

Does that polite crap
ever work on people?

Most people...

realize there's
only one answer.

You got a prescription?

I'm a cripple
who works in a hospital.

You don't think I can get
a valid prescription?

Arrogant son of a bitch
like you?

I bet you didn't bother.

You are under arrest...

for possession...

of narcotics.

You have the right
to remain silent,

which you should
take advantage of

for once in your life.

If you give up the right
to remain silent,

anything you say

can and will
be used against you...