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7x08
- Small Sacrifices -

What you got against chickens?

One got choked last night,
thanks to you.

33-year-old male
with hemoptysis, fever...

Can't we even talk about it?

You can't apologize, we can't talk.

... and puncture wounds.

I'm not apologizing
for doing the right thing.

Lying to me was not the right thing.

Puncture wounds
are from a crucifixion.

I lied to save my patient's life.

I didn't lie to you,
I lied to my boss.

Either of those arguments
working yet?

I guess that means I don't have to go
to the wedding on Saturday.

The Hospital's
Chairman of the Board?

I'm not gonna stand him up,
and neither are you.

I loathe weddings
and their seven levels of hypocrisy.

But you do seem awfully hissy.

And there's an outside chance
that I could get you drunk and score.

So, as you don't take it
as an admission of guilt,

sure, count me in.

A bit too much honesty?

You're also going to the rehearsal
dinner, Friday night.

Dressy casual.

Housekeeping.

Either you're crazy or you're atoning
for something naughty...

and you're crazy.

He's a doctor.

I'm not atoning for anything.

That answers that.
Thanks.

My Marisa was diagnosed
with terminal brain cancer.

Stage IV glioblastoma.

When the doctors said
she had two months to live,

that's when I made my bargain.

With your health insurance carrier?

With God.

I told him I would nail myself
to a cross

every year he kept her alive.

How did that negotiation go?

You lowballed with ear piercing
and God countered?

Three weeks later,
she was cancer-free.

That was four years ago.

Pontius Pilate...
misunderstood oncologist.

My ex-wife thinks I'm crazy too.

She moved out
the first time I did this.

At least your daughter
has one viable role model.

- You don't believe in God?
- I did.

Then I grew my curly hairs.

So how was I cured?

Maybe you were misdiagnosed.

You have your answer, doctors.

- We have ours.
- Causal determinism.

We are hardwired to need answers.

The cave man who heard a rustle
checked out to see what it was,

lived longer than the guy
who assumed it was just a breeze.

The problem is,

when we don't find a logical answer,
we settle for a stupid one.

Ritual is what happens
when we run out of rational.

If you're done mocking him,
we need to prep for an lP.

Good.

Another hole in him
should really make God's day.

Why are you late?

Your next dental appointment
is in January,

and you just saw your GP
eight days ago.

You think stage IV glioblastoma
in an eight-year-old

could disappear in 3 weeks?

I had a flat tire.
Your patient has cancer?

Your tires got less
than 5,000 miles on them.

No and neither does
my patient's daughter.

I hit a piece of rebar
near a construction site.

In three weeks?

Highly unlikely.

There's no construction site.

I agree.
I think it was a misdiagnosed cyst.

But there is one
between here and my dry cleaner.

It could be a misdiagnosis,
or it could be spontaneous remission.

But...

- Why would I lie?
- Don't know yet.

But you would have dropped off
your tie. It's got a mustard stain.

I was buying an engagement ring.

I'm gonna propose to Sam
at the wedding.

That is the second stupidest thing
I've heard today.

I'm surprised how close you came.

You don't need a new ring.

Isn't the first one
good for all you can marry?

I assume you haven't apologized
to Cuddy yet.

Your stupidity demands equal time.

Nothing to apologize for.

Pretend to apologize.

- You want me to lie?
- There's a lovely symmetry.

The lie got you into it
and gets you out.

Everybody lies.

I'm sure Cuddy...

Just need to give her a chance.

Yeah, that must have been
what I meant.

Have you seen the bride-to-be?

Gorgeous woman half his age.
He's a lucky guy.

For a while.

My father's 19 years older
than my mother,

and they've been married
for 32 years.

I'm guessing your dad
wasn't on the Forbes 400

and your mom didn't look
like a swimsuit model.

Sorry, that didn't come out right.

My father was the classics chair
at Columbia,

and my mother was his student.

His...

gorgeous student.

What's it mean when somebody takes
their cell phone into the bathroom

when they're taking a shower?

It means they don't want you to check
their calls, emails, or texts.

If we're talking about your wife,

it means the chickens
are coming home to roost.

Taub has been known to dabble.

Used to be.

Maybe it's just a habit.

I do that, and I live alone.

She has a meeting today at 1:30...

at a hotel.

I'm gonna go with the chicken thing.

Negative for toxocara, bacteroides,

ascaris, everything.

So what looks like an infection
but doesn't test like one?

Animals.

I'm sure
your wife's just seeing a dude.

Patient works for Morgan Timber Works.
Card's in the file.

Specializing in stables,
barns, and stalls.

He works around animals.
Rhodococcus equi.

Unless this guy's sleeping
in the manger.

Or has a history of open wounds.

We think you have rhodococcus equi,

a horse infection.

Pretty rare in humans,
but easily treatable with antibiotics.

Does it make your teeth fall out?

Then again,

maybe we were wrong.

Fever,

coughing up blood,
coughing up teeth.

So either God sweetened the deal
with a "no flossing" clause or...

Radiation sickness.

Yeah, maybe the carpenter
builds microwave ovens.

- Kaposi's sarcoma?
- No skin lesions.

Heavy metal poisoning fits.
Canned tuna, Sushi, lead paint.

Heavy metal it is.

Do a home search
and a peripheral smear.

I can't.
I have a personal errand to run.

Trying to catch your wife cheating?

Why would you say that?

Missing mojo.

Posture's slumped,
expression defeated.

Didn't try to back up your theory,
and Chase told me.

Go.
Find your mojo.

Shopkeeper?
I need a patient file.

- Ask records.
- Not one of our patients.

- My patient's daughter.
- Ask your patient.

He thinks I only want it
to debunk his faith.

And why would he think that?

Because he's strangely perceptive
for an idiot.

And I'm going to violate patient
privacy laws just to keep you happy?

You keep me happy,
I return the favor.

Think of it as tat for tit.

When we're at work,
we need to focus on our work thoughts.

Why are you wearing that?

It's my dressy casual.

- What do you think?
- You look like Wilson.

It looks weird.

You knew I'd think that.

Which makes me wonder
why you look disappointed.

If you prick me, do I not bleed?

You knew I wouldn't like it,

but you thought I would say I did.
That's what this is about.

You're trying to trap me
into lying to you.

You sure?
'Cause that sounds so juvenile.

You're okay with burglary now?

I asked his permission.

The reason we don't ask permission

is we're afraid the patient
is going to hide something,

but our patient hasn't been home,
lives alone.

He doesn't have any help,
and he has no motive to hide anything.

- You asked for his key too?
- Doesn't have one.

And now, we know why.

You think he's crazy?

Crucifixion's pretty convincing
evidence.

Lead paint?

The place is too new.

He believes in a higher power
that can affect his life.

- Like most people on the planet.
- True.

On the other hand,
crucified himself.

No canned tuna.

- We don't have to worry about Sushi.
- No computer, no television.

No music.
What does he do?

He reads.
Prayer's been proven to aid recovery.

Only if the person knows
they're being prayed for.

Means there's no objective effect.

So faith comes from within.

Not exactly a news flash.

I guess worry is good
for the waistline.

It's not worry, it's starvation.

His tooth didn't fall out because of
poisoning, but because of malnutrition.

He does have rhodococcus equi.

Taub was right.

He just didn't know why.

- It's locked.
- I'm busy!

I'll wait.

I really am busy.

Cuddy got me the daughter's file.

Well, not Cuddy exactly.
Her signature.

Well, not exactly her signature.

- Another lie?
- Thought you could take a look for me.

Maybe you hadn't heard.
I'm kind of busy.

With what?

Sudoku.
What do you think?

I'm the head of oncology
at a major hospital.

And yet these files
are not from this hospital.

These are from
where-my-fiancée-works memorial.

Sam's boss is doing a clinical review
of all of her files.

She wanted to make sure everything was
in order before he starts on Monday.

Which explains why Sam
is too busy to look at my file.

If I don't help her,
she can't go to the wedding and...

We fell in love at her cousin's wedding,
I want to propose to her at a wedding.

And now you have 60 seconds
to berate me for that

and for helping my girlfriend
with her homework.

Don't propose at a wedding.

Emotions running high,
people on edge.

You ought to try somewhere
like a buddhist temple

or an aquarium.

Or a buddhist aquarium.

That only took ten seconds.

You can spend the rest of the time
on my file.

Rachel?

How long before you're home?

Not long.

You left your laptop on.

Saw you today.

At the hotel.

Were you checking up on me?

Yes.

Satisfied?

Yes.

Good.

That's it?

You said you're satisfied.
It's enough.

You're not wondering why it started.

So you don't want
to talk about this,

- which makes me think...
- You're being paranoid.

You took your cell phone with you
into the bathroom

when you took your shower.

I made a new friend.

Online.

In a support group.

A guy?

Yes.

A support group for what?

For people with unfaithful spouses.

Why didn't you tell us
you were starving yourself?

I wasn't trying to.

I'm on a tight budget,
and it seemed like an okay diet.

- You seem to be felling better.
- Not really.

My legs are killing me.

How bad is the pain?

On a scale of one to ten,
ten being the worst.

9 1/2.

- Then why are you smiling?
- I'm not smiling.

Leg pain and pseudobulbar affect.

He's feeling one emotion

while unknowingly expressing
another one.

Classic neurohecatia.

Two days of anticholinergics,
you'll be walking out of here.

Really?

No. I just made that up
to see your reaction.

Diagnostic test.

This is awesome.

33-year-old carpenter
presenting with narcissism,

delusions of grandeur, deliriums.

He hasn't had hallucinations.

I'm not talking about him.
I'm talking about "him"

with a capital "OMG".

You want us to do
a differential diagnosis on Jesus?

Hears voices,

thinks he's the son of God.
Probably schizophrenic.

I think you offended him.

You're saying the patient's
religious extremism could be a symptom.

A neuro disorder could explain
all his delusions.

Get an MRI of his brain.
Let's see if we can find God.

Heard you got the daughter's file.

Patient change his mind?

I forged your signature.

Thank you for your honesty.

Think of it as a present.

See, somebody is about
to turn the big 4-5

in several months, and somebody else

wants to make a very big deal of it.

4-3.

4-3.

- Are you sure?
- Very.

How could I make such a mistake?

In reading your HR file?

No, wait, I didn't.

And boom goes the dynamite.

Scores are tied.
We are even Steven.

You're right.

I did lie. To HR.

Not to you.

When I first applied
for the VP Admin job,

I was 29 years old.

I knew I would be taken more seriously
if I were in my early 30s,

- so I added two years to my age.
- You lied to make yourself older?

- Are you lying about being a woman?
- Even if you can trap me,

you think I'll suddenly embrace
the value of lying?

My point is you already have.
I just need to prove it.

Chickens aren't roosting.
She's just got a friend.

A guy she met
in an online support group

for cheating spouses.

I've heard of that group.

It's called irony.

You think
she's cheating on her spouse

with someone from a cheating spouse
support group?

Sounds like the perfect place
to hit on vulnerable women.

Look.

Multiple dense lesions.

It looks like MS.

How did we miss MS?

It was hiding
behind the malnutrition.

MS attacks the immune system.
No system, no symptoms.

And now we're feeding him,
so they're both back.

How are you feeling?

Terrible.

Obviously.

Where are your friends?

Still casting lots for your clothes?

- All I ask is that they pray for me.
- Always sacrificing.

Very inspirational.

The lesions
are in your temporal lobes.

When those areas get messed with,

people have strange experiences,
like hauntings, alien abductions,

- past lives.
- Deals with God?

You didn't come to see
if I was better.

You came to see if your medicine
has turned me into an atheist.

I'd settle for agnostic.

- Faith is not a disease.
- No, of course not.

On the other hand,
it is communicable,

and it kills a lot of people.

I can't move my arm.

You feel that?

Your friends
are not praying hard enough.

It's not MS.

Paralysis is a symptom of MS.

So are leg pain
and pseudobulbar affect.

He's getting worse
on the prednisone.

The MRI was clear.
He has lesions.

Could be an AVM,
cerebral infarction.

Let's put it to the vote.

Vest or cummerbund?

Cummerbund.

You know me.

I can't say no to any of you guys.

You're all correct.
He has MS.

But not the friendly Mr. Rogers MS.

This is the weird guy
in the panel van kind.

Marburg MS?

What did I just say?

He'll be dead
in two to three days at the most.

Unless someone nail themselves
to a cross as soon as possible.

Or stem cell treatment.

That's an experimental treatment.

That's had promising results
with demyelinating diseases.

It would be if it wasn't
embryonic stem cell treatment.

Our patient's right of the pope.
He's never gonna consent to that.

I know that, and you know that.

He doesn't know that.
But now she knows that,

he's gonna know that.

Way to go.

Confirm Marburg.

Then see
if he's a fair-weather flagellator.

- You look smashing, Miss Moneypenny.
- Cummerbund?

Very foolish, Mr. Bond.

The daughter's case checks out.

Stereotactic biopsy confirmed
stage iv glioblastoma multiforme.

Doesn't respond to chemo,
but they gave it to her anyway

as a hail Mary and just got lucky.

So either God intervened,
which is a lazy explanation,

or we just don't know why.

- Which is no explanation.
- Sometimes there is no explanation.

And I'm just fine with that.

Which annoys me to no end.

I need that file, that chair,
and that desk.

Your woman is fudging the facts.

Five of those cases,

the stated doses don't explain
the radiation damage.

- Sensitivities vary.
- Not that much.

That's what I thought.

I asked her point blank about this.

She said the dosages were accurate
and that she had done nothing wrong.

'Cause morally she didn't.

All five patients were terminal.

She exceeded the dosing protocols
to try to save them.

You would have done the same.
She's a sap, and she's perfect for you.

I hate rehearsal dinners
almost as much as I hate weddings.

The only reason anyone gets married

is that homo erectus females
needed protection

from predators while breast feeding.

The reason these two
are getting married

is to throw an obnoxious gala
and make the rest of us feel unworthy.

Even though we know in two years

their lawyers are gonna be fighting
over the Bentleys.

That'll make a lovely toast.

She's got looks.
He's got money.

One of them is bound to run out.

I give it 19 months.

That's very specific.

No fault divorce in New Jersey
requires couples

to live at least 18 months apart.

I'm actually only giving it
a few weeks.

Thought I was supposed
to be the dark one.

Not today.

You're gonna have to go stag.
My patient is refusing treatment.

- And you care?
- No.

But it's an excuse
you can't argue with.

Accepting this treatment
is an insult to God.

I can't expect him to keep our deal.

You already broke it.

Your blood test showed
you were loaded with ibuprofen.

- Taking painkillers breaks my deal?
- The point is to suffer

like your savior did, right?

He didn't take myrrh,
the Tylenol of ancient Rome.

And his nails went
through his wrists,

not through his palms.
Palms are for sissies.

And what about the 39 lashes

and the beatings
and the crown of thorns?

What you go through
is closer to a bad manicure

than a crucifixion.

It's not about showing God my pain.
It's about showing him my faith.

If he asks me to die for my daughter,
I'll do it gladly.

Don't make this about your daughter.

You're just worried that
if we find a cure,

that it'll cost you your faith.
Then you'll be like the rest of us.

Alone and afraid?

You're right.

I don't want that.
You're smiling.

Does that mean
you're comfortable with your choice?

Or that you're afraid?

This may be your only hope.

You can prescribe a lot of things,
but hope isn't one of 'em.

Sticking by your convictions
and damning the consequences.

You two have a lot in common.

You're both idiots.

All conviction's equally ridiculous?

Just when they're applied
indiscriminately to all circumstances.

- He needs to see his daughter.
- He needs to see inherit the wind.

And tell her he's dying

because God doesn't want him
to take his medicine.

Honesty's not all bad.

Get her in here.

You don't have to die,
not if you take their medicine.

The treatment violates God's laws.

He doesn't want me to take it.

But God doesn't want you to die.

He doesn't want anyone to die.
He's all about love.

I know this is coming
from your mother.

This is coming from me.

I'm the one who almost died.
I know what it's like.

And you're my dad.
You can't die.

- I wish I didn't have to.
- You don't have to, daddy.

Take the medicine.
You always tell me that.

Please.

One day,

- you're going to understand.
- No, I'm not.

I am never going to understand that.

If God could do this,

I hate God.

I just spotted a couple of hot girls
by the chocolate fountain.

Weren't you just upstairs with...

It wouldn't have happened
if not for you, buddy.

Someone had to distract
the sober friend.

- I'm not here to be your wingman.
- I'll be your wingman this time.

I didn't come here to get laid.

Then don't.

Talking to beautiful women
isn't nearly as much fun

as watching Taub
not talking to his wife.

I went through your emails.

There's nothing in there
that's inappropriate.

We're friends, Chris.

But you tell him things
that you've never told me.

I tell him things I can't tell you.

- That's the point.
- Not things about me. About you.

About your new job.
About coloring your hair.

About how you felt
when your mother died.

I want to know those things.

He's easy to talk to.

He's open

and honest.

- He makes me feel safe.
- Sounds like you love him.

I am not having an affair.

He lives in Oregon. I've never met him.
I probably never will.

You are having an affair.
An emotional one.

Are you equating what I'm doing

with what you did?

I've done terrible things to you,
and I deserve all of this and more,

but you can't pretend
that what you're doing isn't hurtful.

- Someone looks lovely tonight.
- Thank you.

I meant me.

Someone else looks simply stunning.

That was you.

And the blonde at the bar.

Just to be clear,
this whole little act isn't gonna work.

I need an apology.

Not flattery.

It's not an act.
It's the wedding.

- You hate weddings.
- I thought I did.

Then I realized
I've never been to one.

Never?

Turns out they're kind of fun.

I can't complain about my boss.

He's right here.

- You're his boss?
- Only mondays through fridays.

This round's on the bra.

I'm sorry about your daughter.

I never meant to hurt her.

You thought
she would change my mind.

I was surprised she didn't.

So was I.

I didn't tell you the truth.

When I said I'm not afraid to die.

But you're going straight
to heaven, so...

That's what I believe,
but I'm human.

So you know you may be wrong.

How could you do what you just did?

That's why we have beliefs.

So we can still see
the right thing to do

when we're blinded
with doubt and fear.

Our beliefs define us.

If we lose them, who are we?

Look, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean for it to go that way.

You think I'm being selfish,

but I'm not.

He makes me feel better about me
and about us.

Well, that is hard to believe,

because all I feel right now
is betrayed.

I never wanted that.

Good.

Because just like you asked me to stop
my behavior,

I'm asking you to stop this.

No?

I'm not gonna lie to you.

Is this revenge?

I don't know.

But I do know
it's something I need right now.

What would you wear?

I'm a sucker for the white gown.

Traditionally for young,
first-time brides.

I may not be young,
but I'll be first-time.

That is a lie.

You were married before.

1987 for six days.

Your knowledge of N. Jersey divorce law
made me suspicious, so I looked it up.

So this was all your trap?

Trap's that's primitive.
I prefer inveiglement.

Anyway, the point is, I lied to you,

you lied to me, I forgive you.

Well played.

You're tired, aren't you?
All those files?

No, I was thinking...

if those two even have
the slightest chance of making it,

then we have to be a sure thing.

And we've already made
all our mistakes.

And...

I've come to realize

that I love you even more
than I thought I did.

Will you marry me again?

I don't even know what to say.

I have a suggestion.

Where did this even come from?

When did you...

You just came to realize

what made you love me even more?

Everything you've done.
Your work. Your...

Your sense of morality.

The five cases.

I not only agree with what you did.

I admire it.

I didn't do anything.
You already asked me about the files.

- And I told you the truth.
- I know.

And I get it.

You don't believe me.

I believe

that you are a wonderful person.

Who lies and cheats.

Listen.
I'm on your side.

I can't believe this.

What?

Don't do this...

So how many do you think?

At least three.

A hat trick, Chase.

See?
The life of the bachelor.

All of the sex, none of the guilt.

It's not over, okay?

I just really miscalculated.

I thought she'd forgiven me
for everything.

All those hurt feelings,
they never really went away.

That makes a lot more sense.

Ignore him.
He just got an idea.

I have one more test to run.

I hate weddings.

It won't be long now.

You'll be staring down the yawning void
before you know it.

You came from a wedding
to tell me that?

I came from a wedding
to run a PET scan.

- I thought you'd given up on me.
- I have.

PET scan was for your daughter.

I was wrong about her.

She did have glioblastoma.

And she still does.

The cancer never went away.

Yes, it did.

They tested her every year.

With a CT scan.

Which misses all the tiny,
little tumors that a PET scan doesn't.

You've made a mistake.

She does not have cancer anymore.

I ran it twice.

No mistake.

Looks like God broke your deal.

I'm sorry.

But I'm also right.

You're a bastard.

Do whatever you want to me.

Good call.

Surprised you've got enough strength
to come to work today.

36 hours is long enough for me
to recover.

And not nearly long enough
for this guy to be getting better.

House wanted us checking
every 12 hours anyway.

- Sorry I took off on you.
- Twice?

First one was my bad.
Second one, I had no choice.

It was a threesome.

They're overrated.

He's bluffing.

Get house.

Got something to show you.

Your daughter's PET scan.

It's clean.

She's fine.

My bad.

Got her mixed up with Marion Silver.

Marisa Silva.

That's believable?

Anyhow, good news for you,

- bad news for Mr. Silver.
- You tricked me.

God didn't break our deal.

I did.

You led me into temptation.

And I followed.
And God will punish you for that.

- He has to.
- 'Cause if he didn't,

- would make you wonder, wouldn't it?
- He will.

That's why I'm so confused by this.

This is your MRI.

Shows incremental improvement.
You're getting better.

I double-checked the name
on this one.

But it's not all good news.

This patient is screwed.

Technical term is
dead as a doornail.

Who is that?

God.

You broke your deal with him,

your daughter's fine,
you're getting better.

Nothing bad happened.
Which can only mean one thing.

There is no God.

Of course, if your daughter gets hit
by a meteorite today,

I would have some serious egg
on my face.

You're smiling.
I assume that means you're miserable.

It means I'm happy.

It doesn't mean God doesn't exist.
It just means he's truly merciful.

My beautiful Marisa was right.

God is all about love.

Punishment is proof of God,
and no punishment is proof of God?

Ingenious argument.

Faith isn't an argument.

I'd like to see my daughter.

Everyone else knew?

Everyone I could trust.

So yes.

If you had told me,
he'd be dead by now.

So why do I still want
to tell the truth?

Either you're naive
or you have scruples.

I'm not sure which is worse.

This is insane.

We can't work like this.

I can.

Sorry. I was hoping to be done
before you got home.

We had a fight.
We had one fight.

And I admitted I was wrong.

- We can talk. We can get over it.
- This is about trust.

- I never lied to you about anything.
- I know.

And I always trusted you.

Maybe we could talk to a counselor.
You said that helped after our divorce.

It did.
And I think I changed a lot.

And I haven't?
This is my fault?

I know where this is going.

And I don't want to go there again.

You're quitting, Sam.

You're quitting again.

So I guess you haven't changed
that much.

Good work today.

I don't even think
your patient's gonna sue.

It looks like everybody's happy.

I've been an idiot.

I got this argument
stuck in my head.

If everybody lies,

then trust is not only unfounded
and pointless,

it's fictional.

But trust is not an argument
that can be won or lost.

Maybe I just have to suspend
my cynicism and believe.

Maybe it's time
I took a leap of faith.

I'm sorry.

I won't lie to you again.

Thank you.

Sam left me.

What a moron.

Too soon.
I'm still in love with her.

I meant you.

Do you have a drink?
Or drinks?

Cuddy's coming over.

Does she know you're here?

I apologized to her.

Good for you.

Not really.

I lied.

I just took your advice.

Too bad you didn't.

Good for you.