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[Alarm rings]

Cranial nerves.

On old Olympus' towering tops

a friendly Viking grew vines and hops.

Olfactory. Optic. Oculomotor.

Vagus. Accessory. Causes of edema: A.L.I.V.E.

Allergic...

Differentials for swollen scrotum:

T.H.E.A.T.R.E.S.

English spelling. Torsion, hernia...

Epididymal cyst. S...Syphilis.

Enough with the drilling.

We're third year.

No more exams.

You don't have to face House every day.

And after today, neither do you.

Here's to no more coming home in tears.

It's kind of like coming to the end

of an extreme roller-coaster.

Even with the terror,

nausea, and whiplash.

I'm a little sad that it's over.

Let's go.

You got your procedure log?

Oh, I'm not quite done.

I still have one more lumbar puncture.

It's due today.

Unless you want to blow off becoming a doctor

and get another PhD.

I know. I'm gonna get it done.

I thought you'd have that thing finished

like six months ago.

I've been busy.

Oh, come on, Cruz.

Let me do this. I need it for my log.

Wait, you aren't done yet?

I've been busy.

What's in it for me?

The satisfaction that comes

from helping out a classmate?

How about cash?

Have you talked to House?

It's 6:00 am. He won't be in for a few hours.

I keep a roll of quarters in the car...

I just turned in my log and guess what I saw.

There's an opening in the Diagnostics Department.

House wants an intern?

He's never had one before.

You gotta figure he doesn't want an intern.

He wants you.

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Uh, you must be

Dr. Thirteen.

Remy Hadley.

Nice to meet you.

You're back.

- Hi. - Hi.

What the hell

happened to you?

Why'd you lie about going to Rome?

(House) You'd lie too

if you bottomed out, ended up in...

drug rehab.

Thank you, House, for respecting my privacy.

What a perfect reminder that I'm back.

I didn't even know you had a problem.

Loved ones are always the last to know.

Loved ones and robotic, estranged ex-boyfriends.

Our patient

is Kendall Pearson.

16-year-old aspiring pirate.

She's that Canadian kid who's trying to be

the youngest person to sail around the world.

Collapsed yesterday during a practice run.

Luckily for us, cameras were there.

Corporate sponsors want us to check

that's she seaworthy before the clock strikes

"you're too old to set a record."

Gives us three days.

You've still only got one, right?

Uh, last day of my rotation.

Could be simple dehydration.

She told the Coast Guard

she had felt dizzy.

Pulse and BP were normal at the time of the rescue.

It's not dehydration. What about your internship?

You sign up this morning?

Actually, I'm still deciding.

Maybe she had a seizure

and that's what caused her collapse.

Coast Guard report says no sign of head trauma.

But what about her back?

Look.

Right before the collapse,

she hit the small of her back on the railing.

Damaged adrenal glands caused adrenal insufficiencies,

which caused the collapse.

Nice.

Blood draws every 15 minutes

for four hours.

Let's track her cortisol.

Masters, there's no hurry.

There's no wrong choices.

At least, that's what they tell people

who make crappy choices.

What's with the sudden interest in her future?

[Sighs] You know, a blacksmith who spends

this much time hammering out a new blade from raw jell-o

gets curious

about who ends up wielding it.

No reason to be curious

unless you're interested in wielding it yourself.

You want her to intern here.

And you're considering this?

Before I make my decision,

I still have one more LP

I need to get.

So I'd like to go to the E.R.

Thirteen, why don't you take Masters

to do the blood draws.

You can remind her about all the perks

of working for me.

(Kendall) Behind the deck. Port side.

(Thirteen) If her adrenal hormone levels are consistently low,

we'll replace them.

You'll be ready to launch Thursday.

Great.

Inside cabin facing the bow.

Sorry, K, I need to borrow mom.

The sponsors?

No, Couric's people kicking up a fuss

about rescheduling the interview.

I can take over.

Ceiling of the galley.

Right. The last time I was on a boat

was my freshman mixer in college.

I didn't so much mix as hurl.

Too much to drink? No, I was 13.

And in college?

Yeah, I know. Weird.

I was thinking "cool."

We'll be back for the next blood draw

in 15 minutes.

Unless, of course, you'd like to stay

and continue bonding over your lost childhoods.

(Kendall) Listen, I have a ton

of prep work to do to be ready to launch.

Is there any way we can speed the tests up?

Mm, I'm afraid not.

Unless you're up for getting on a treadmill.

We could stress her body.

See if her adrenals respond.

It would only take a half an hour.

[Pager beeps]

It's about an LP. Go. I'll handle this.

Um, Dr. Cuddy,

can I come by your office later?

I'd love to get some advice.

I'm in meetings all afternoon.

Try me tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

This is...

This is my last day

as a medical student.

So I've got this decision to make.

Probably the biggest decision of my career.

Which means maybe the biggest decision

of my life.

Although, I guess, if I get married...

Um, House has opened up an internship.

You do realize if you take it,

he'll probably end up firing you again?

He's always hired me back.

And he'll continue mocking and insulting you

whatever chance he gets.

It's certainly toughened me up.

You're trying to get me to say good things about him.

No. I'm trying to make you make your own decision

and leave me alone.

Working with House is great.

And it sucks.

Often simultaneously.

Most people can't work in that environment.

Question is...

Can you?

Thanks, Dr. Cuddy.

You pad me down here and now you're doing my LP?

I got bored waiting.

It's been two minutes.

This is your 11th. 14th.

Listen, your roommate,

is she hooking up with that resident?

I got to find House.

[Chicken coos]

(Thirteen) Rehab? Great cover story.

Now I can't ever drink around those guys again,

thus eliminating my main bond with Chase.

(House) Save the attitude for someone

who didn't just get you your medical license back.

Price you pay.

There's a chicken

in your office.

No, there isn't.

You lied about rehab?

- Oh, great. - Relax.

She's completely honest, but also completely boring.

Watch this. Don't tell anyone.

Of course not.

You did an LP? Why didn't you page me?

Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want to do one of those?

You should've spoken up.

You want the job or not?

Um, I-- after careful consideration,

I have decided to accept your offer

for an internship.

Great.

My department has a slightly different

procedure log.

Uh, you forged

the last one.

I only did nine LPs.

- Do you know how to do an LP? - Of course.

Do you know how to do nine LPs

and say it was ten?

It's time to grow up.

Turn that in,

the job's yours.

[Pager beeping]

Stop staring blankly and go.

No doubt something horrible has just happened

to our patient.

(Thirteen) Her hand turned completely blue

during the treadmill test.

We put her on vasodilators.

Restored enough blood flow

so she won't lose any fingers.

Rules out adrenal insufficiency.

Where's House? He said to meet him here.

His chicken's gone.

(Chase) Probably on the balcony.

You knew he had a chicken?

How come--? (House) Down here!

Loss of consciousness. Plus she's slowly turning blue.

Can we rule out magical gum?

(Chase) Low cardiac output can cause both.

Patient possibly has

cardiomyopathy.

Possibly caused by Mercury poisoning

from all the tuna fish she eats at sea.

(Masters) Uh, why are you putting,

um, chicken footprints on the floor?

That clever bastard Wilson got a hold of an Australorp.

Ah. Hello.

The quietest and calmest of all the chickens.

Damn him.

Mercury poisoning is out.

Red blood cells have normal morphology.

(Thirteen) Raynaud's.

Vasospasm in the ulnar artery would explain the hand.

(Foreman) But not the loss of consciousness.

Cerebral vasospasm explains both.

(House) Cerebral vasospasm

makes sense.

Take Thirteen.

Give the patient a calcium channel blocker infusion

in the basilar artery.

Masters.

I thought you were going to turn that in.

Um, I, um,

been busy with my patient.

You're not busy now.

Bawwwwwwk bawk.

(Donovan) Masters.

Still haven't turned in your log?

Still haven't gotten my tenth LP.

I was thinking maybe you should take

House's internship.

First you act like it's the equivalent

of volunteering to be waterboarded

and now you're supporting it?

You're weird.

You make paper airplanes for fun

and hang them from the ceiling.

You have a membership to the Einstein Museum

and an overbearing obsession with facial symmetry.

It indicates freedom from disease.

We're biologically programmed--

the point is

you rub people the wrong way.

But House is okay with your lack of bedside manner.

He's okay with your willingness

to argue any point with anyone

even if they outrank you.

He's okay with your peculiar fashion sense.

It's peculiar?

House doesn't think you're weird,

which is weird,

but good weird.

Is that a chicken?

I think it's an Australorp.

I'm gonna go check on my patient.

Can someone please explain to me

what House and Wilson

are doing with those chickens?

They have a bet to see who can keep a chicken

in the hospital the longest without getting busted

by security.

Advancing past the vertebral artery.

And why are they doing this?

The place they bought them only had one pig.

I'm glad you're gonna be sticking around after today.

Really? You want me to stay?

It's good to add a different perspective

to the department.

Someone who still remembers there are rules

other than House's.

If I don't play by House's rules,

he won't let me in.

Find a way around them.

I'd have to lie to him, which is still lying.

Lying about a lie,

that's practically telling the truth.

Catheter's in.

Start the calcium channel blocker drip.

Means I need another LP. Luckily, I know

where you can get one.

You good here? Let's go.

Mm.

Decent stick. Very smooth.

Sounds like you've had a few of these.

Suppose that comes with the territory.

I have Huntington's.

No need to get hushed and solemn about it.

Why are you lying about rehab?

Because the real reason I was gone

is not something I want to share.

Couldn't you just say that?

Should be enough for Foreman and the others.

How long have you worked here?

House's people have personalities

that range from nosy to "pardon me while I do

this cavity search."

Do you think there's room for someone

who does things differently?

No.

Not unless House decides that's what he wants.

(Foreman) During catheter removal,

I got a good look at her cerebral midline.

Pineal gland is calcified.

(Thirteen) Case closed.

I'll start her on hormone therapy.

Ship her out.

I handed in my log.

On your way to do that,

did you happen to stop and give Thirteen an LP?

Thirteen's stiff gate, small pupils,

and the raging headache she's hiding gave you away.

Yes. And I still broke a rule.

My rule.

Told you to defy the man. Not this man.

Why is it so wrong that I don't like to cheat?

Can we go?

No.

Not liking it is fine.

Not doing what you don't like makes you an eight-year-old.

Wastes your potential.

You want me to be like you. It's not going to happen.

That's the last thing I want.

'Cause then neither one of us would be exceptional.

- You think I'm exceptional? - Not anymore.

I can do my job without compromising.

No, you can't.

'Cause I'm not gonna let you.

Internship's gone.

It's time for Masters to say good-bye.

Enjoy being a surgeon.

You'll be fine.

[Alarm rings]

[Clears throat]

Surgery.

Anatomy.

Branches off the subclavian artery.

Vitamin C and D. V-I-T.

Vitamin. V: Vertebral. I: Internal carotid--

internal thoracic. Internal thoracic.

T: Thyrocervical.

C: Costocervical.

[Camera snaps]

Martha M. Masters. That's me.

I'm gonna be a surgeon.

Next.

Welcome to your surgical internship

at P.P.T.H.

The senior residents stand behind you.

We'll all get to know each other soon enough.

Grab a donut and get to work.

We're out of donuts.

Then, uh, get to work.

Little oozing.

Isolated the left subclavian. Suction.

You got to do better than that.

Can't see a thing.

Push calcium chloride.

It will supercharge

the platelets

and increase the clotting.

Two amps calcium chloride.

Tell the blood bank to set up three units

of packed red cells.

Field is clear.

Nice.

Generally speaking,

pledges aren't supposed to talk

unless they ask a question.

That's because, generally speaking,

pledges don't have anything to say.

Um, K.P.

Is that patient Kendall Pearson?

I thought she was discharged.

Mm. It's a House case.

I never know what that guy's up to.

I want you to scrub in on my lung harvest.

But it's my first day.

Yes, I know. I was there.

Be scrubbed and ready in 15 minutes.

What happened?

Last I heard, you were going home.

Kendall collapsed in the parking lot.

They're doing something

called a "sympathectomy."

She must've had a hypertensive crisis

caused by a neural overstimulation

in her kidneys.

So they're cutting the nerves.

It's like cutting the gas line

to an engine.

Yeah, sounds like what Dr. Taub said.

Said it's basic surgery, but...

It is.

You should still be on pace for a launch in 36 hours.

Her mom's packing the boat now.

I'm supposed to pick up some dry ice.

But...

Nothing you can do for her here.

[Sighs] Um...

We're just trying to help our daughter

reach her dream.

She's different.

So you have to be different.

I'll make sure she's okay.

Thanks.

[Pager beeps]

You can see the full lobular structure

of the left lung. [Gasps]

Bifurcate innominate artery.

I've never seen one of those before.

Hold this, Masters.

Rib spreaders.

You guys okay if I pull a circulating nurse?

We got a train wreck in O.R. ten.

You got it.

Proximal end attached.

Can someone take the retractors from me?

Not really.

I have to use the bathroom.

I know you're a rookie, but you got to be kidding.

I'm not. It can wait.

I'm gonna have an accident.

Next one in line, grab it.

- What's wrong? - Hypotension.

Low cardiac output.

Float the swan.

Don't you have your own surgery?

I took a break. I told them I had to pee.

You lied.

Small one. But it's a gateway lie.

I care about the patient.

Another lie.

You care about being exceptional.

I told her dad I was gonna take care of her.

A third lie.

Welcome to the slippery slope.

(Taub) Ra is 8.

Equalization of pressures.

Means she has restrictive pericarditis.

Add that to a calcified pineal gland.

(House) When is a calcified pineal gland

not a calcified

pineal gland?

I realize, technically, it's never, but--

when it's a granuloma.

It's Wegener's. We should start her on steroids.

(Masters) But she had a high CK.

Wegener's wouldn't explain the--

dehydration does.

(Masters) Yes. But the calcified pineal

could be sarcoidosis.

You had me at "I had to pee."

But Thirteen's right.

Start her on three fold immunosuppressants.

Masters, if you want to fight me on this,

fill out a consult form

so you can stick around.

Welcome back.

I'm not back!

I'll just be staying for this case.

You got really good at this lying thing.

Hope it was one hell of a whiz.

I ran into Dr. House.

He requested a surgical consult for his patient.

House never asks for a consult.

Something about this case,

he needed a little more help.

First day of your surgical internship,

you want to be loaned out to another department.

Interesting career move.

Drop the form by my office.

Don't stay away too long.

I'm already well on my way to forgetting you.

How about I take

both you lovely ladies out for a drink?

I'd love to. Except I think you're a cretin.

And the last time she was at a bar

was ballet class.

I didn't take--

Oh. [Snorts] That's funny.

I'm gonna stay and run a few extra tests

on House's patient.

This one lab value doesn't make sense to me.

You're back with House?

Mm. Just this one case. I'm not staying.

I would kill for a chance to work with him.

Like, literally skin you and wear you as a disguise.

[Chicken clucks]

[Door opens]

[Clucking noise]

[Exclaims]

[Door locks]

You want yours extra crispy or original recipe?

Chickens!

You ever get sick from poultry?

Um, a few months ago

from this pheasant-in-a-can my dad got me as a joke.

You think that's why I'm sick?

I think that can was chock-full

of a bacteria called salmonella enteritis.

Likes to hang out in the bones.

Let me know

if any of this is tender or painful.

Um, this bacteria thing,

is this good news or bad?

Well, if I'm right,

that means all you'll need are antibiotics.

And you'll be, uh, well, shipshape.

Sorry. Couldn't resist.

Did you always know that sailing was it for you?

That it was the right thing?

Didn't even start till I was ten.

And at first, I was not a fan.

Certainly there's plenty not to like about sailing.

But now that you're so into it...

Oh, no, there's still plenty of things

I hate about it.

I hate being wet. I hate being cold.

I hate eating nothing but freeze-dried food.

That is quite the endorsement.

Sailing is amazing.

But doesn't mean I love every second on the boat.

Doing what you love means dealing

with things you don't.

If there were nothing to overcome,

it might not be that-- [Winces]

Ow.

Salmonella enteritis is a nice catch.

Thanks. Starting on the soft tissue windows.

Once this case is over, you going back to surgery?

That's the plan.

I think that's a mistake.

I think you should go back to surgery.

I just said I was.

No. You said it was your plan.

Which means House might be right.

And you might be lying to yourself.

Would it be so terrible?

You chose House over surgery.

My time here changed me

in ways not everyone in my life thought was for the better.

No masses. Moving on to bone windows.

Are those people right?

I think when you do change,

it's not so simple to go back.

There.

In the humerus.

Doesn't look like an infection.

That's because it looks like cancer.

You have lymphoid sarcoma.

A cancer in the bone in your arm.

Am I going to be okay?

It's a treatable cancer.

But part of that treatment

involves amputating your arm.

I'm sorry.

There's nothing else?

We can do chemo and radiation

after the amputation.

I don't mean after. I mean instead of.

If I leave soon, I still have time

to break the record.

Honey, you can't be serious.

I feel fine.

Last night, they thought it was an infection.

We know it's cancer.

We ran the biopsy three times.

You don't know

how fast-- Postponing the surgery

could increase the likelihood that the cancer will spread.

Kendall, you need to think about what the doctor's saying.

I'm thinking

about the sail.

Like I have since I was ten.

Don't take this away from me.

It's just a month.

I can take extra precautions.

I'll Skype you every day and I can fly back

if something goes wrong.

She'll be risking her life.

I think we need to discuss this as a family.

You're considering this?

Your daughter's condition--

Thank you, Dr. Masters.

She's not budging. She wants to launch tomorrow.

She's a minor.

You sign the consent form, we can do the surgery.

Amputation can be an emo--

She's talked my wife into agreeing with her.

One parent's signature is enough.

She needs you to be a parent.

You're asking me to blow up my family.

I'm asking you to save your family.

On her first solo Atlantic crossing,

she scheduled a court date

to become an emancipated minor.

She'll do it again and she'll win.

She is gonna do what she's gonna do

with or without me.

I'd rather have it be with.

I'm stuck.

No, you're not.

Case is over. You're back to surgery.

And fetch.

Oh, that's a good boy.

Oh, that's a good boy.

Hey, good boy.

No one will stop Kendall's sail.

You need to step in.

Sign on the door says I'm a diagnostician.

Cool diagnosis means I'm finished.

She could die.

Pretty sure the law of the land states

that everyone has the right to be an idiot.

I think it's the second amendment. Fetch!

Bring it here, boy.

Who's a good boy?

You are constantly railing against hypocrisy,

forcing people to face the truth.

This time nothing?

Yeah. 'Cause they faced the truth.

And made a decision

that will in all likelihood kill their daughter.

I'm fine with that.

I wanted a diagnosis. I got it.

What do you want?

I don't want her to die.

Break the rules.

I can't.

So coloring inside the lines is more important to you

than saving this girl's life?

I was wrong about one thing,

you are not exceptional.

And fetch!

Ho ho ho. Oh, that's a good boy.

Good boy. Good boy.

[Knocking at door]

Dr. Wilson.

Um, I'd like to get your advice

about a cancer patient.

Kendall Pearson. Oncology rounds.

Everyone's talking about it. [Winces]

Are you okay?

Yeah, my back's acting up.

Oh. Um...

So what would you do?

I would keep trying to convince her

to have the surgery.

And if she kept saying no?

I would just keep-- [Winces]

Keep--keep trying.

I know there's a chicken under there.

Oh, thank God.

It's pecked through

one pair of my loafers.

[Chicken clucks]

So that's all you'd do?

That's all you can do.

Is it?

[Chicken clucks]

Isn't that House's chicken?

Disgusting beasts.

I don't know why I ever agreed to this bet.

So call it off.

And lose $20?

Listen, House was in

the exact same situation Kendall's in.

He needed surgery, but he didn't want it.

Once he was in medically-induced coma,

his girlfriend signed

the consent form as his proxy.

They went ahead with the surgery

against his will.

Probably saved his life.

So she did the right thing?

Depends on who you ask.

(House) Fetch!

(Wilson) No! No!

(Man) Excuse me.

Who's responsible for this chicken?

Does anyone know

who owns the chicken?

That bird belongs to...

Dr. Gregory House.

[Chicken clucks]

You need to do this surgery.

I will.

Now.

We've been through this.

I'm leaving today.

It's a stupid record.

It's not about the record.

I used to race against other people.

I could have the slowest boat in the fleet and I'd win.

So it's about being better than everyone else?

It has nothing to do with anybody except me.

The other racers would think I was crazy.

I'd set off on some tacking angle

that made no sense to them

because they couldn't see what I saw.

I could sense the changes in the wind

before they even happened.

At the top of the game, you play by different rules.

Medicine's gonna burn a little bit.

[Pager beeps]

(Foreman) Bradycardic arrest. Third degree heart block.

Likely paraneoplastic syndrome.

We need to get her to the O.R.

For pacemaker or plasmapheresis.

[Alarm beeping]

What's going on?

The cancer is causing her heart to slow down.

We have to get her to the O.R. and treat her.

This is what I was worried about.

If this had happened at sea, she would be dead.

Oh, my God.

We need you to sign the consent form.

Authorize us to amputate her arm.

[Exhales]

(Chase) Subclavian access established.

Temporary pacer ready. Don't need it.

Push calcium chloride.

It'll fix the heart block.

Bradycardia was me.

You did this?

Parents signed the consent form.

Amputate her arm.

What happened?

You had a cardiac episode

that required us to bring you into the O.R.

That crisis resolved, but--

What did you do? What did you do?

During surgery, we found cancer

in a lymph node in your neck.

So you cut off my arm? Cancer was already spreading.

It had to be done.

[Crying] I told you I didn't want this.

If we had waited until after the sail was over

you would have died.

[Crying] That record. That was everything.

(Bobby) It wasn't everything.

You have a life. A future.

You weren't supposed to do this. How could you?

Because we love you.

I hate you.

I hate both of you.

Okay.

My arm.

My arm.

Dr. Masters, thank you.

[Alarm rings]

Someone has got their pouty face on.

I did things

no doctor in their right mind would do.

Good.

I manipulated, lied, forged, stole.

I don't want to know the specifics.

Might be called to testify.

I broke the rules because I believed I was right.

You were right.

Then why don't I feel good or satisfied?

Instead, I just feel like throwing up.

And you're following me to ask how I break the rules

and maintain my rosy demeanor.

[Knocks at door]

I didn't do it to be happy.

I just thought I would be.

You can't always get what you want.

To the victor of the spoils.

Your bird recover okay?

Physically, yes.

Emotionally, it was a long night.

Next week: Ferrets?

House.

I can't do it.

I'm leaving.

Surgery?

I...don't know what I'm going to do.

But I do know I don't want to be here.

Nothing will ever be simple again.

I'm fine with that.

♪ You can't always get what you want ♪

♪ and if you try sometime ♪

♪ you'll find ♪

♪ you'll get what you need ♪

[Chicken clucks]

[Laughs]

♪ You can't always get what you want ♪

♪ but if you try sometimes ♪

♪ well, you might find ♪

♪ you get what you need ♪

♪ oh, yeah ♪

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