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['Zat You, Santa Claus
by Louis Armstrong]

*

Merry Christmas.

And a happy go to hell.

What's he doing here?
Is he with you?

Detective Tritter and I...

we worked out a deal.

Already got a lawyer.

Get out of my office.

I told him I didn't
write those prescriptions.

I spoke with the DA.

He agreed to two months
in a rehab facility

in exchange
for a guilty plea.

Get out of my office.

No jail time.
Right.

I should get locked up
in some place I don't belong

in order to avoid
getting locked up

in some other place
I don't belong.

I got you on forgery
and fraud.

Enough drugs--

No sanctions
to the medical board.

Mm-mmm.

And you get your car back
and your bank accounts

and your precious
tumor-ridden patients.

I did this to help you.

Next Christmas,
buy me a sweater.

You punched out
an employee.

You nearly cut
a little girl in half

because you were
too strung out--

I was in pain!

You need to believe
that I've got a problem

so that your betrayal has
the illusion of nobility.

But you just selfishly--

Knock it off.

Look, I don't care

why Dr. Wilson
is doing this.

And right now, it makes
no difference to you either.

You need to deal
with the reality

of your current situation.

You want to stand
on principle,

you end up in a cell.

And you end up never
practicing medicine again.

So you've got
two choices.

Your principles

or your life.

Get out of my office.

The DA put a clock
on the deal.

You've got three days
to decide.

[Massive Attack's Teardrop]

*

(Wilson)
House!

Just give me a minute.

You're afraid
of the pain.

You're not?

You can still have
pain meds in rehab.

Tramadol, gabapentin--
Those don't work.

They will once you're
weaned off the Vicodin.

Look, there's Jesus.

Better go tell the Romans.

Fine, run to Cuddy.

You don't think she's
gonna support me on this?

Well, the stitches are
healing nicely.

There's no sign
of infection.

Whoa.

Sorry.

Just need her
for a tiny moment.

Small favor.

Pills.

Who's the wit?

Doctor.
Don't worry.

I'll be firing him soon.

Wait in my office.

Incision looks just big
enough for a chest tube.

Collapsed lung?

Someone mistake you
for a piñata?

Delightful.

Usually we just get the elf
jokes this time of year.

No on trauma.

Negative PPD.

What flavor dwarfs
are you guys?

My daughter and I both have
cartilage hair hypoplasia.

Think you can make a pun
out of that?

Yes, but I don't want
to be insensitive.

She's got a bit of
a short fuse, doesn't she?

It's a bleb.
Wait in my office.

Bleb's not a diagnosis.
It's an evasion.

We'll schedule an MRI
to make sure.

But a certain number of
these cases are idiopathic.

Let me translate that
into Tolkien for you guys.

Means Dr. Cuddy's
got no idea

why your daughter's lung
suddenly popped like a balloon.

You think you do?

Give me her chart.
And my pills.

Santa needs us.

Did you get that
looked at?

I'm fine.

Great.

I just admitted a cartilage
hair hypoplasia dwarf.

15 years old--
What are you gonna do?

I thought I'd get
your theories,

mock them,
then embrace my own.

The usual.

Wilson told us he ratted.

Your choice of verb,
I take it.

It's appropriate.
He betrayed you.

And you should
take the deal.

Unexplained lung collapse
and anemia.

Cuddy thinks
it's idiopathic.

"Cuddy" and "idiop" being

the relevant parts
of that sentence.

Well, I'd say TB, but Cuddy's
already ruled it out.

Then you'd be just as big
an "idiop" as her.

Don't you people
know your dwarves?

There are over 200
varieties of dwarfism,

each with different
medical complications.

You can't expect us to be

intimately familiar
with all of them.

The sick dwarves
sure expect you to.

Cartilage hair
hypoplasia.

They have compromises
immune systems.

Gold star for Cameron.

For extra credit,

explain to the special needs
section of the class

why our patient's negative
TB test is irrelevant.

A PDD involves planting
a fragment of TB under the skin

to see if the immune
system recognizes it.

Because of a compromised
immune system,

our patient could have TB
but not recognize it.

The little people
love you.

Let's go see a dwarf
about a gallium scan.

Gallium is
a radioactive isotope.

It travels
through your veins

allowing us to see
any bright spots

that might
indicate infection.

I'm 4'1".

That's 1.5 canes
in metric.

You don't look a day
over four feet.

I saw in the file that
her dad was normal-sized.

It's average-sized.

Compared to you,
I'm sure it was huge.

So did he have a fetish,

or did he just fall in love
with your long-legged soul?

He grew up in the circus.
Said I reminded him of home.

Seems like you're the one
with the fetish.

I'm certainly curious
about the logistics.

Did you stand on a table?

House.

Pretty much he'd flat
and spin me.

Mom!

(Cameron)
So, Abigail,

you want to hop up
on the table for me?

That's gonna be tough.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh, let me give you
a boost.

(Maddy)
Stop treating her
like she's five.

Just bring over a stool
and let her climb up herself.

Mom, it's okay.

I was just trying
to be helpful.

She also hates Jews.

(Maddy)
I've dealt with worse.

Being different, you get
used to people's idiocy.

Still beats the hell out
of actually being an idiot.

What?

Care to go for a spin?

What the hell
were you thinking?

You didn't think
ratting out

this hospital's
best doctor merited

checking with
your boss first?

I didn't rat him out.
I got him a deal.

Which he'll never take.

He will if we--

How long have you
known House?

Did you think he'd
suddenly become reasonable?

I made the deal.
It's done.

You can either keep
yelling at me,

or you can help me
avoid a complete disaster.

It already is gonna be
a complete disaster.

He's not gonna take the deal.
He's gonna go to jail.

Because he's a child.

He's too stubborn.

When a child misbehaves,
what do you do?

You take away
something he loves.

We can't take away
his Vicodin.

Not only will he be in pain,
he'll start to detox.

We tell him the only way
to get the pills back

is to take the deal.

He won't be able
to function.

That's the point.

You gonna explain that
to his patient?

What choice do we have?

[exhales]

Gallium scan shows no
bright spots of any kind.

Means it's not TB
or any other infection.

There's no bright spots

because the whole thing's
too bright.

Except for the liver.

The tech overexposed
the image a bit,

but it's nothing.

The liver looks fine.

Could be lung cancer.

Tumor causes
structural damage.

Lung caves in
on itself.

Also explains
the anemia.

Doesn't explain the liver
problem, though.

Her lung collapsed.
There is no liver problem.

You guys look at the liver
on this thing?

There's no liver problem.

Seriously,
look at the liver.

There's nothing there.
Why not?

Because there's
nothing wrong.

Every organ in the scan

is lit up
like a 100-watt bulb.

Except for her liver, which
is hovering around 60 watts.

And not one of them good
60-watters, but an energy--

You're saying her liver's
shutting down

because the lighting
is off?

You just don't want
a cancer diagnosis

because then you'd have
to deal with Wilson.

Lung cancer is
a lame diagnosis.

Avoiding Wilson is
an added bonus.
[door opens]

House, we need to talk.

Not taking the deal.
Glad we talked.

Ultrasound her liver.

Sit down.

Stand up.
Your turn.

House, you're off
the case.

Your treatment privileges
are suspended

until you accept
Tritter's deal.

Well, I'm obviously
not gonna take the deal

just so I can have the fun
of treating a dwarf.

So I assume there's
more to this threat.

I'm also cutting off
your Vicodin.

That could work.

I'm taking over as attending.

Get an MRI of her lungs.

This is not lung cancer.

We'll find out as soon
as we MRI her lungs.

You're gonna come begging me
to save this girl

long before I come
begging your for pills.

I hope not.

For everyone's sake.

This is wrong.

Cutting House off?

Might not work,
but it's not wrong.

Bone windows looks clean.

[MRI pulsing]

Abigail, we need you
to hold still, okay?

(Abigail)
Can I come out?

Just hang in there two more
minutes and we'll be done.

Okay.

Because it's effective
doesn't make it right.

Cuddy's bending the rules
to get a patient

to do the right thing.

Who'd work for a doctor
like that?

And the ends
justify the means?

If the ends involve us
keeping our jobs, sure.

Lung parenchyma is clean.
No masses.

It's not lung cancer.

[Abigail coughing]

Abigail, you okay?

House was right.
Her liver's failing.

Endoscopy confirmed
the vomiting

was cause by
variceal bleeding.

Bloodwork also confirms
House's hypothesis--

I get it. House was right.
It's the liver.

Let's move on.

What causes liver disease
and a collapsed lung?

Schistosomiasis,
the parasite--

There's no eosinophilia.

Cirrhosis could explain--

Could be a hepatoma.

She's 15.
It's not liver cancer.

It's not unheard of.

Cirrhosis fits better.

The question is,
what caused it?

Could be hepatitis,
Budd-Chiari.

Or drugs and alcohol.

If anyone has a reason
to dull the pain,

it's a teenage dwarf.

I'll do a liver biopsy
to confirm.

I'll search
the patient's home

for drugs and alcohol.

Cameron,
you got a moment?

What exactly is
your problem with me?

Hepatoma is
a weak diagnosis.

So this is
all about the case?

What else
would it be about?

I made this deal
to help him.

And helped yourself
at the same time.

This is not my practice.
This is not about my car.

I gave both of them up
to help House,

and I would've gone on
without them

if hadn't almost maimed
that little girl

and if he hadn't
punched out Chase.

Was it an easy choice?

Of course not,
but it's right.

Then why wasn't it easy?

Because he's my friend.

It's obviously complicated.

It's complicated?

When you decided
to talk to Tritter,

your life got
a million times better.

How do you
separate that out?

How do you pretend
your windfall

isn't relevant
to this decision?

It was the right thing
to do.

You pretending
your motives are pure

is why I have a problem.

[door opens]

[door opens]

Where's Cuddy?
In this drawer.

It's a rescue mission.

But I got it under control.
You can leave.

You were right
about the liver failure.

Patient had
variceal bleeding

which suggested
cirrhosis, but--

Off the clock.

You predicted this.
You obviously saw something.

Obviously.

Liver biopsy was negative
for cirrhosis.

But it shows
sclerosing cholangitis.

Even weirder,
there's no increase

in alkaline phosphatase.

Hmm.
Medical mystery.

Sounds like the kind
of thing I'd be good at.

Breaking and entering.

Sounds like the kind
of thing you'd be good at.

I take it that's where Cuddy's
been keeping your pills.

One theory, one drawer.

Really?

I thought you'd be all
for this "torture House plan."

It works,
therefore it's good.

On the other hand, I don't
want to talk you out

of this deal by pointing out
your hypocrisy,

so patient's life at stake,
blah, blah, blah, blah.

Forget about
the specific nature

of the liver dysfunction.

It's irrelevant.

The dwarf's problem
is global.

That's why the gallium scan
was bright.

And it's gonna spread
throughout her entire body

unless you stop it.

If that were true,

more than lungs and liver
would be affected.

They will be.

It'll spread though
the biliary tree

and hit her pancreas next.

Strop retracing your steps.
Get ahead of it.

Forget the liver and focus
on the pancreas.

'Cause after that--

Actually, after that

doesn't really matter
what it hits

because pretty much all roads
lead to a dead dwarf.

[lock clicks]

I get why you don't
want to go to rehab.

But only an idiot goes to
prison for being stubborn.

Only an idiot stands between
Ahab and his whale.

Move.

[drawer opens]

Sorry.

Santa's got gifts.

Olive oil
wasn't in the kitchen.

It was in
the medicine cabinet.

Home remedy
for ear infections.

Ear infections
are fairly typical

among CHH dwarfs.

Or it's a symptom.

Certainly wouldn't indicate
a pancreatic problem.

Or House is wrong
and it's a symptom.

Laxatives.

I don't think
they were used

to maintain
her girlish figure.

Again, intestinal problems
are common--

Again, it might be
a symptom.

And glucosamine suggests
chronic joint pain--

Who ordered the Alpha-1
antitrypsin deficiency test?

I did.

You think the problem's
in her pancreas?

Well, I think
it will be.

I think we need to
forget about the liver.

We just forgot
about the lungs.

Now we need to forget
about the liver?

We need to stop
retracing our steps

and get ahead
of this thing.

House, you've tanned.

You don't think I could've
come up with this?

Did you?

You suspended House
because it'd be dangerous

having him in charge,
but getting his opinion--

I'm sure he gave you
that opinion

simply because he was
worried about the patient.

Just because House
wants his pills

doesn't mean
his theory is wrong.

No, the test results
mean that.

Your test was negative.

And the biopsy indicated
severe duct inflammation.

Do an ERCP to check the liver
for bile duct cancer.

Just because it wasn't
Alpha-1 doesn't mean

the pancreas isn't next.

(Wilson)
You needed an organ.

He needed a fix.

He'd have made up
any story for a pill.

You didn't give him
anything, did you?

No.

Ow!

There's no bruise or nothing,
but it really hurts.

Unfortunately, that pain
and lack of bruising.

is typical of
a zygomatic break.

Wow.
That sounds bad.

Hmm, bones are
aligned properly.

Which ER did you go to
after the car accident?

Princeton Plainsboro.

Here's my discharge slip.

Okay.

Gonna get you some
acetaminophen with codeine.

I tried that,
and it makes me nauseous.

Uh, there's a drug
called gabapentin

which is good for certain
kinds of pains.

Great, 'cause I haven't
slept in days.

Gabapentin's not really
gonna help with the sleep.

Oh.

Is there something else
you can give me?

Uh, Vicodin's your best bet
with sleep issues.

Thanks so much.

Unfortunately,
our policy forbids

prescribing opiates
to new patients.

How can a clinic have a rule
against relieving pain?

Just with opiates.

We find that it helps
weed out drug seekers.

You think I'm a drug seeker?

I'm not saying that.
Well, then
give me the Vicodin.

I can't.
Because you think
I'm a drug seeker.

I just said I didn't.

No, you said that the policy
was to stop drug seeking.

Then you said I'm not
a drug seeker.

Policy doesn't apply.

I'm sorry.
That's the policy.

Gabapentin works
on nerve damage.

You're prescribing it
for a broken face.

Might as well
hand out Band-Aids

for a severed carotid.

You're a doctor.

Not by this
clinic's definition

since I'm neither a moron
nor a mindless drone.

Security.

Forget it.
I'll throw myself out.

That tube is going
all the way down to my liver?

Don't worry.
You'll be sedated.

Sometimes doctors
have to do things

that make people
uncomfortable to help them.

But we always want to
respect the patient's wishes

and not shove things
down their throats.

Foreman.

You haven't given her
the sedative.

No.

Abigail!

Abigail!
She's unconscious.

Check her airway.

Airway's clear.

Her breath smells fruity.

Diabetic ketoacidosis.

Hang an insult drip at
.1 migs per kig per hour.

Pancreas is failing.

You ready to call
House yet?

[exhales]

You were right.

The patient's pancreas
is failing.

Told you you'd come
begging me for help.

Her insulin production
is almost non-existent--

Give me my pills
or lose an arm.

The girl is dying.
So give me my pills.

Take the deal and I will.

You'd rather kill this girl
than give me my pills.

I would rather lose
one patient now

than the dozens we will lose
while you're in prison.

Well, have fun
explaining that

to her itsy-bitsy
grieving mother.

What if we sacrifice this girl
and House still goes to jail?

I'd feel bad.
Can we get on with this?

House correctly
predicted the spread.

Means we've got
a global systemic illness

affecting lungs, liver,
and pancreas so far.

Ideas.

Langerhans
cell histiocytosis

attacks multiple
organ systems.

Histiocytosis usually
starts in the brain,

then moves to
the internal organs.

Abigail's brain is fine.

Cystic fibrosis.

Exocrine function is normal.
Hodgkins lymphoma.

It's a systemic cancer
which her dwarfism

predisposes her to.

Do you have any ideas
that aren't cancer?

Cancer fits.
Autoimmune fits better.

We should treat her
with prednisone for lupus.

That'll spike her blood sugar
and put her back in a coma.

It's much safer just to run
a double-stranded DNA test.

Not if she dies before
we get the results.

One of you is probably right.

Why don't we hold the sniping
until we find out which?

Wilson, do an LP
for lymphoma.

You guys, run an antibody test
for lupus.

[exhales]

Because of
your daughter's dwarfism,

we've had to pick
a higher entry point

for the lumbar puncture,
which increases the risk.

So why not do
the lupus test first?

In the interest of time,
we think it's best

to proceed on both fronts.

You have no idea what's
wrong with my daughter.

We have several theories.

What does Dr. House think?

He's--
He had to go home sick.

My daughter may be dying,

and he's gone home
with the sniffles?

He's not--

He was the only one
who seemed to have any idea

what was wrong with her.

He better be
really damn sick.

He is.

(House)
Unless you got Vicodin,
go away.

House, it's me.
I, uh--

Oh, God.

I don't have--

No pills, no egg nog.

What happened to your arm?

Cut myself.

Wilson was wrong
about lymphoma.

Kid's not losing any weight,
no night sweats.

Cuddy send you?

No, she doesn't trust me
not to give you pills.

Is she right?

House, these cuts
are straight in a row.

You did this on purpose.

Cutting releases
endorphins.

Endorphins relieve pain.

You gonna get me
some pills?

No.

Then you can leave.

No constitutional
symptoms means--

Soon as the kid gets cured,

Cuddy's got
no pressure to fold.

You really think
she's gonna fold?

Autoimmune fits better
than cancer.

But lupus loves kidneys,
usually attacks them first.

Kidneys are fine, right?
Yeah.

House, take the deal.

You can survive
without Vicodin.

After you were shot,
you stayed clean for months.

Yeah, I wonder if it had
something to do

with the absence of pain.

Leave that.

I want to be able to
pour alcohol on it

so I can distract myself.

Then you can
rip off the bandage.

Kid been sick lately?

There's a history
of ear infections.

Say Abigail's immune system

is like a shy guy in a bar.

And the ear infections,

they come in and try
to coax him to--

Heh.

To hell with the metaphor.
You get the point, right?

Nerd gets drunk.
Trashes the bar.

One of the autoimmunes
triggered by a minor infection.

Factor in her age,
elevated sed-rate, anemia...

It's Still's disease.

You start her on prednisone,
methotrexate, cyclosporin.

House.

Stop this.

Please.

What'd he say?

Still's disease.
It's chronic, but manageable.

A diagnosis that's
virtually unconfirmable.

And with a treatment
that's more dangerous

than what we were
considering for lupus.

How bad is he?

Are you asking
because you care,

or because you're wondering
whether to trust his opinion?

Both.
He's detoxing.

In agony.

He started
cutting himself.

But he's still House.

I'll order the treatment.

[elevator pings]

Ahem!

Your plan isn't working.

Two days down,
one to go.

Figured I'd show you
how much it isn't working.

Yeah, clearly the drugs
have no hold on you.

We both know that my pride

far surpasses my instinct
for self-preservation.

You want to redeem yourself?
Give up now.

And you'll go to jail.

I've done nothing wrong.

And you'll go to jail.

Which makes this
your last chance

to do me a kindness before
ruining my life forever.

The nausea's bad this time.

You can write me a scrip
for metoclopramide

so I can stop puking.

They'd give me that
in rehab.

Then you should
go to rehab.

I have a patient.

I'm so sorry
for your loss.

I know it's little solace,
but he went without pain.

House.

Well, look on
the bright side.

At least you don't have to
go by Mrs. Zebalusky anymore.

That's gotta be a relief.

You know this man?

I'm sorry.
He's sick--

Did you hear my diagnosis
on the dwarf?

Still's disease.

Did you even consider
those ear infections,

or you just wrote it off
as a dwarf thing?

You sure he's dead?

Dr. Wilson sometimes
misses things.

Trying to embarrass me
in front of grieving widow

crosses lines--

Right! I'm pathetic.

I'm stung out,
haven't slept,

puking every hour,
and I still out-diagnosed you.

But I'm supposed to let
you decide what's best--

Please!

Please leave.

Sorry.

I'm done.

House.

You didn't come in here
just to embarrass me.

You could do that any time.

Stealing Oxy
from a dead man.

Yeah, you don't
have a problem.

[door opens]

How's the girl?

Much better.

House was right.

It happens.

I thought we could
handle this.

Still's disease
never crossed my mind.

Don't beat yourself up.
I didn't get it either.

Whew.

[chuckles]
I feel like
a mob informant.

You wanna go inside?

Got a cafeteria
in there, right?

I can't testify.

Drug addicts hurt the people
around them with their habit.

House has hurt plenty
of people, you included.

He saves lives.

People that
no one else can save.

And no matter how much
of an ass he is,

statistically House
is a positive force

in the universe.

The pills let him do that.

Vicodin does not
make House a genius.

Whatever he does on the pills,
he can do off.

He's just not
willing to try.

I won't testify
against him.

Then we'll subpoena you.

And your previous statement
will be read into evidence.

And you will be charged
with interfering

with an investigation.

And you will go to jail.

Again, statistically,
better me than him.

Statistically...

the two of you
will be in jail.

[water running]

(Maddy)
Dr. Cameron!

Dr. Cameron,
come quick.

There's something
wrong with Abby.

Couldn't be too severe.

Her cardiac alarm
didn't go off.

It's not her heart.
She's bleeding.

Picking up a scrip.
Under Zebalusky.

This is, uh,
Dr. Wilson's patient.

Yeah.

Wilson's busy right now.

What with Mr. Zebalusky
dying in agony

on account of his
metastic lung cancer

and not having the pills
to relieve that agony

because of some
moron pharmacist.

Sign the book.

Bleeding wasn't a ruptured
eardrum, ear infection,

or bleeding disorder.

Her heart rate's climbing.
Blood pressure's dropping.

She's on the verge
of a multi-system failure.

Head CT was clean.

Means it's not
a neurological problem.

Basically we have nothing.

Cancer is still
on the table.

Spinal fluid was
negative for lymphoma.

What other--
Leukemia.

We need to do
a bone marrow biopsy.

None of the blood tests
suggest leukemia.

Cancer doesn't explain
the collapsed lung.

Unless a small clot lead
to a pulmonary infarct.

It's a long shot.
Autoimmune is way more likely.

Autoimmune diseases
respond to steroids,

which we've given her.

And she got better
for a while.

We stopped the treatment
too soon.
Because she crashed.

All we're doing is bouncing
back and forth

between cancer
and autoimmune.

We're going in circles.

Give me half an hour.

[children laughing
and shouting]

Can I have a French fry?

Get your own.

You took the last ones.

What's wrong with you?

I got spinal
muscular atrophy.

[exhales]

Guess it's not contagious.

Nice bear.

It's a dog.

(Cuddy)
House.

It's not Still's.

Steroids helped
until the patient

started bleeding
from the ears and mouth.

That's a bear.

His name is Bill.
He's a dog.

You win.
You can have Vicodin.

Words have set meanings
for a reason.

If you see
an animal like Bill

and you try
to play fetch,

Bill's gonna eat you
because Bill's a bear.

Are you on something?

You got your hands
on pain meds.

Bill has fur,
four legs, and a collar.

He's a dog.

It's between cancer
and autoimmune.

See, that's what we call
a faulty syllogism.

Just because
you call Bill a dog

doesn't mean that he is...
a dog.

We gotta x-ray
our patient's leg.

Her leg looks fine.

Weird, huh?

Why aren't you detoxing?

Will power.

What--what--

Normal's not normal
if you're not normal.

Did you just take a pill?

No.

So how does a dwarf

have completely
normal growth plates?

It's impossible.

We must be
missing something.

How many pills
have you taken?

Not nearly as many
as I'm gonna take.

Forgotten how delicious
they were.

I didn't give them
to him.

Can we forget my vices,
get back to my virtues?

We were missing the fact
that just because

we called her a dwarf
doesn't mean she is a dwarf.

Everyone assumed she was
because of her mother.

There's not test
for CHH dwarfism.

So she lost an identity,
but we gained a symptom.

If she doesn't have
skeletal dwarfism,

then her short stature
must be caused

by growth hormone deficiency.

And something's wrong
with her pituitary gland.

And based on her size,
it's been wrong for a while.

So what connects a long-term
pituitary issue

with problems in the lungs,
liver, and pancreas?

Oh, you guys
and your bickering.

Cancer versus autoimmune.

Obviously you think
it's something else.

Nope.
I think it's both.

Langerhans cell
histiocytosis.

Also known as,

"you got your cancer
in my autoimmune" disease.

The immune component responded
to the Still's treatment.

lead to the short-term
improvement.

The cancer portion didn't.

We dismissed this earlier

because there were
no neurological symptoms.

Yeah.
It's not your fault.

The only neurological symptom
was her height.

Who could've noticed?

This is
your pituitary gland.

And this is the granuloma
that's been crushing it.

No pituitary equals
no growth hormone

equals about that much.

She's not a dwarf?

Just hormonally
challenged.

What about my mom?

Your mom's
the real deal.

But you're just
a tiny little poser.

Your recent ear infections
caused your body

to release a cascade
of the same cells

that made the granuloma.

They attacked your lungs,
moved down to your liver,

then hitched a ride
over to your pancreas.

We can nuke them
with a mild course of chemo

and then remove
the granuloma.

And then what?

What will happen
to her then?

Let me see
if I can make this clear.

This pill represents...
a pill.

And my mouth represents
your daughter's mouth.

We deposit the pill
in the month.

You may be tall enough
to play in the WNBA,

but you'll be able to
post up your mom no problem.

What if I don't
take the pills?

What if you remove
the thing in my head

and give me the chemo,
but not the pills?

Would I still
get better?

Your body needs
growth hormone

from lots of things.

Like...to grow.

I like who I am now.

Nobody your age
likes who they are now.

I do.

You like needing help

when you want something
off a high shelf?

Not being able to press
an elevator button

above the eighth floor?

Having to smell ass
every time you stand in line?

You don't need
growth hormone.

It's just your ticket
out of the freak show.

Can't you deliver
a diagnosis

without making her feel that
her life isn't worth living?

I'm trying to help her.

You're trying
to make her taller.

Not too tall.

Just tall enough
to wipe her own butt.

[House chuckles]

Are you high?

Higher than you.

If my daughter
doesn't want to choose

the easy path,
I won't force her to.

Then you're a lousy mom.

You want your daughter
to be a freak.

We're not freaks.

You want her
to overcome adversity.

Yes.

Then why stop at height?

Poke a stick in her eye.

Imagine how interesting
she'll be then.

Being little is not
the same as--

You and I have found out
that being normal sucks

'cause we're freaks.

The advantage of being a freak
is it makes your stronger.

Now, how strong do you really
want her to have to be?

Tell her what you
have to tell her.

Tell her you lied.

Even if you didn't.

This is who you were
supposed to be.

You hate normal.

It's not that simple.

If I grow, I'll fade
into the background.

I'll be boring.

We'll get you a funny hat.

You could never be boring.

You want me to be
like everybody else?

I want you to have
what I can't.

Abigail agreed--

Abigail agreed to take
growth hormone.

Who's Abigail?

Your non-dwarf
dwarf patient.

Oh, good.

Then the growth hormone
makes sense.

Christmas Eve.

Yeah, I know.

Deal expires tomorrow.

You have plans
for tonight?

You worried I'm gonna be
popping more pills?

Thought you might prefer
people over pills.

Hmph.

Hey, Mom.

I guess you guys are
already up at Aunt Sarah's.

I'm sure Dad's
in the egg nog

and you're probably
suffering through

another dried out turkey.

Just wanted to say
Merry Christmas.

[knock on door]

(Wilson)
House? Are you okay?

[knocking continues]

House, I tried calling
three times.

House!

[Have Yourself a Merry Little
Christmas by Ella Fitzgerald]

*

I'm ready to take
the deal.

Well, that's off the table.

The clock doesn't
expire until--

Got new evidence.

We don't need
Wilson anymore.

The thing about addicts

is, uh...

no matter
how smart they are,

they are dumb
when it comes to drugs.

So, uh, I've been keeping
an eye on the pharmacy log.

Seems some patient of
Wilson's named Zebalusky

managed to pick up
his Oxy prescription

after he died.

[Tritter laughs]

Jesus walks, huh?

Merry Christmas.

[laughs]

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