House, M.D. s02e01 Episode Script

Deep-fried shrimp.
And lobster.
I never had lobster.
What, do they boil them or grill them? Which one's better? Just get them both.
And I know I need a strawberry malt.
And then there's those chocolate donuts, they come in a box.
We'll do our best to accommodate.
Tomorrow you'll be moved to a holding cell.
That's where you'll get your last meal.
You also have a constitutional right to a spiritual advisor of your choice.
No, I don't need none of that.
One last thing to think about.
After I read the execution warrant, you'll be given an opportunity to make a statement.
You might wanna take some time and think about what you wanna say as your final words.
Yo, Clarence! You hear that? A spiritual advisor of my choice.
Don't matter, you're going to hell anyway.
You think I'll get another stay? You should.
Supreme Court said it ain't right to kill retards.
Cut the chatter! Exercise time.
Be back in an hour.
Enjoy.
Huh? What? Why did you hit me so many times, Clarence? You know why! You could have stopped.
You stabbed me in the back, man.
Look, I never You couldn't fight fair? Like you did? I had a wife and three kids.
You were a sick bastard! Open the door! Open the door! Clarence! What'd I ever do to you, man? You better stay in this place.
I was just minding my own business.
You can't go in there.
Who are you? And why are you wearing a tie? I'm Dr.
Cuddy's new assistant.
Can I tell her what it's regarding? Yes.
I would like to know why she gets a secretary and I don't.
I'm her assistant, not her secretary.
I graduated from Rutgers.
I didn't know they had a secretarial school.
Well, I hope you took some classes in sexual harassment law.
Does the word "ka-ching" mean anything to you? I'm going in now.
Dr.
House, we are in the middle of a meeting.
What's with hiring a male secretary? J - Date not working out? He is cute, be careful.
She's not like you, she can't just walk into a bar and pick up her soul mate in 20 minutes.
I met Mark at a fundraiser that happened to be held at a You met me at a strip club.
You were the worst $2 I've ever spent.
We'll catch up later.
Stacy, it's House.
I know you can handle it.
Nothing to handle.
He obviously wants to talk to you alone.
If you have a problem working with Stacy, you should have said so.
What was I supposed to do? Ask her to leave? That's just rude.
Death row guy.
I want the case.
How do you even know about him? You don't have access to the hospital's mainframe.
No, but Party-Pants does.
You stole my password? Hardly counts as stealing, it's a pretty obvious choice.
Well, I have already assigned "death row guy" to Dr.
Nolo.
Nolo? Well, I I don't wanna say anything bad about another doctor, especially a useless drunk.
You are addicted to pain pills.
Yeah, but I'm not useless.
Tell Nolo I'm taking over.
Dr.
Nolo is a board-certified cardiologist.
Well, good.
I'm sure he'll explore all the usual options for why a guy's heart starts beating so fast it pumps out air instead of blood.
Wait a second.
There are no usual options.
How badly do you want this? I will give you two more clinic hours this week.
Don't bend over for the soap.
Just the heart, or the patient have any other complaints? Patient's not talking to anybody.
Where are we going? You are going to the clinic for two hours.
Me? Why? Talk to Cuddy.
She's got me going to Mercer State Prison, Capital Sentences Unit.
Aren't there better ways to spend our time? Good question.
What makes a person deserving? Is a man who cheats on his wife more deserving than a man who kills his wife? Yeah, actually, he is.
What about a child molester? Certainly not a good guy, but he didn't kill anybody.
Maybe he can get antibiotics, but no MRls.
What about you? What medical care should you be denied for being a car thief? Tell you what.
Three of you work on a list of what medical treatments a person loses based on the crime they committed.
I'll review it when I get back.
Your patient shanked one inmate his first month here.
Broke another one's neck.
Nearly decapitated one of my guards.
Relax.
I got a great bedside manner.
Too dangerous to house him in the infirmary.
You don't have to worry, we've taken every precaution.
I've had my men clear from the cell all pens, paper clips, and staplers.
Any supplies that might be used as a weapon.
Open her up! For your visit, we've got him cuffed and shackled.
And yet you're staying out there.
You're gonna have to give me that.
Wouldn't want anybody to get hurt.
Hi.
Hi.
I'm Dr.
Cameron.
How you feeling? Little cough, no big deal.
Okay, then what you doing here? I just got a job at the university, they need a health clearance.
Apparently, I'm a little anemic, so they made me get some more tests.
Any family history of anemia? Not that I know of.
My mom died of cancer when I was a kid.
My dad's heart gave out a couple of years ago.
Brothers and sisters? I'm afraid it's a short family history.
That's it.
I had a husband once, but it didn't stick.
My tests should be back, probably in that file.
Probably.
Yeah.
Is everything okay? Did you redo the x-ray? Twice.
Well, you don't need a consult.
You know the diagnosis.
All she has is a cough.
Bluish tinge to the fingernails.
Lips.
He's hypoxic.
What's that mean? It means he's not getting enough oxygen.
You know how people say you can't live without love? Well, oxygen's even more important.
He's got fluid in his lungs.
Breathing rate of 50.
He needs to be intubated, put on a respirator.
Don't have a respirator.
Better get one in about an hour, or you're gonna lose him.
I'll make out a requisition.
State's already sentenced this man to die.
I think the state was a tad more specific about how.
This is Dr.
Gregory House.
I need an ambulance pick-up at Mercer State Prison.
Wasted call, my men will stop them at the gate.
No way a death row inmate leaves my prison.
At least, not through the front doors.
You work fast.
So do you.
Was that a shot? Yeah.
It was easy, once I convinced the clerk to take it to Judge Markham.
She's a sucker for Eighth Amendment arguments.
Stop, I'm getting turned on.
House! It was just a consult! You expect us to shut down an entire floor for this guy? Did you do something to your hair? Stacy! You said you cleared it with her! Come on, you've known me how long? And you still can't tell when I'm joshing you? Take him back to prison.
Now.
No, can't.
See, ironically, I'm bound by this court order that your ace attorney got.
I have to make him all better before shipping him back for the state to kill him.
Is it just me, or is that weird? Anyway, we're walking.
Somebody left this on my chair.
It's clever, 'cause it forces me to either deal with the file or never sit down again.
Cindy Kramer.
I told her you'd see her.
Well, you shouldn't have told her that.
She's got metastatic squamous cell lung cancer.
Six months tops.
Have you even looked at the x-ray? No.
Just guessing.
It's a new game.
If I'm wrong, she wins a stuffed bear.
A spot on an x-ray doesn't necessarily mean that she's terminal.
I love children.
So filled with hope.
It could be pneumonia.
It could be sarcoidosis.
Could be.
If she didn't already have swollen hilar lymph nodes on the other lung.
Can we at least brainstorm for other ideas? Thank you.
I still think pneumonia and sarcoidosis.
But, we should check for tuberculosis and definitely rule out congestive heart failure.
Five stages of dying.
Exactly.
Personally, I think it's all just New Age crap, but from your tear-filled, puppy dog eyes, I think I've made my point.
Now go tell Cindy whatever-her-name-is that she's dying.
Tachycardia.
Pulmonary edema.
Likely suspects? The death row guy? That's who you're working on instead of Cindy? God, I've got to learn not to beat around the bush.
By "dying," I meant no matter what we do.
Very, very soon she is going to be dead.
Is that still too subtle? I took an oath to "do no harm.
" Yeah, but it's not like they make you sign it or anything.
We cure your patient, he goes back to death row.
He goes back to death row, they kill him.
He stays here and we don't treat him, he dies.
And I still don't treat "Cindy Lou Who.
" Can we get on with this? Yeah, I knew I could count on your help for your homie.
Exactly.
I'm black.
I sympathize with guys who grew up in the inner city, kept down by The Man.
Makes sense to me.
It's a bunch of crap! You can't blame society for the fact that you chose to become a killer.
The guy's probably a heroin addict.
That explains the tachycardia, which caused the pulmonary edema.
How does an inmate on death row get his hands on heroin? Are you serious? Man knows prisons.
When we got a yachting question, we'll come to you.
Okay, drugs it is.
Test his hair, blood, urine, works.
Thanks for getting my back.
I thought you seminary boys were against the death penalty.
I've left the seminary.
Over their stance on capital punishment? I'm against the death penalty in principle.
In practice, however, watching a murderer die causes me a lot less grief than annoying my boss.
We gotta check you out before you go in.
Department of Justice statistics show that it's a racially motivated form of punishment.
Black defendants are 10 times more likely to get a death sentence than whites.
Doesn't mean we need to get rid of the death penalty.
Just means we need to kill more white people.
It's okay.
You're in a hospital, we're taking care of you.
Stay calm, you hear me? Push two milligrams Ativan! Water.
Water.
What's the differential for being thirsty? He was just a little dehydrated.
And out of his mind.
We upped his saline drip.
He's fine now.
Blood and urine tests came back clean, no sign of opiates in his system.
Don't do that.
What? You have some House theory explaining heroin use despite a negative test? Nope.
Only I get to write on the board.
So it's not drugs.
What else can cause a heart to do wind sprints? You got the blood work back, anything out of the ordinary? His bi-carb is low.
Yeah, but which column? It could be the result of the tachycardia, or it could be the cause.
It's the cause.
Why, because you want it to be? Let's see how well that works with your other patient.
We're just talking semantics here.
We should put him on a bi-carb drip and send him back.
Right.
Buff his numbers, don't bother trying to figure out the underlying cause.
I thought you cared about patients.
Our job isn't to make sure he can bounce his grandkids on his lap.
Our job is to get him healthy enough to go back to death row.
Our job is to diagnose him.
What? Mommy and Daddy are having a little fight, doesn't mean we've stopped loving you.
Now, go outside and play.
Get Daddy some smokes, and an arterial blood gas test.
That was impressive.
Okay, what number am I thinking of? Are you trying to get me fired? If you didn't want me working here, why didn't you just say so? I just don't want you working right here, in my office.
But anywhere else in the building is fine.
Oh.
It's a really big hospital.
I'm a lawyer, you're a jerk.
There's gonna be some overlap.
God, I hope that was a euphemism.
Cuddy just reamed me! I hope that one means what I think it means.
For trusting you.
She figured when she hired me she'd at least have someone you couldn't walk all over.
The number was six, by the way.
I need to know, can I trust you? If I hadn't lied to you about Cuddy's approval, my patient would be dead.
Great.
Now I know.
Now we can work together.
I'll be drawing some blood from your femoral artery.
From my what? Runs through your groin.
You think you're gonna stick me in the jewels with that? It's really closer to your thigh.
Technically at this point, it seems like your jewels are more for display purposes anyway.
Hold up, hold up.
Gimme some painkillers or something.
A tough guy like you don't need them.
Forget that, numb me up, man.
You got some gang ink? Let me see that.
It's a Native American symbol.
It means "the force of life.
" That's what you tell all these white dudes so they let you play doctor.
Yup, got them all fooled.
For real, how a brother like you go from gang banging to wearing that white coat? How's a brother like you go from loving a woman to punching her skull in? Bitch stepped out.
Sorry about that.
Guess I didn't use enough lidocaine.
Blood gas came back with a pH of 7.
28, and decreased HCO-3.
Which means two things.
Most importantly, Cameron was wrong about the bi-carb.
And less significantly, we have a new symptom.
Anion gap acidosis.
Who's chubby? Come on, pretend he loves puppies.
Pretend he's a human being.
What do you got? I think we should reconsider drugs.
He already tested negative.
That's why I said reconsider.
Back in juvie, I cut up oregano and sold it as pot.
Is that how you put yourself through med school? What if Clarence thought he was taking heroin, but it was something else? What "something else" could lead to anion gap acidosis? Mudpiles.
Well, you don't have to ask, just wash your hands before you come back.
Methanol, uremia, diabetes Oh, it's a mnemonic.
That makes sense, too.
Paraldehyde, INH, Lactic acid Rewind.
INH? Yahtzee.
Drugs for tuberculosis.
Nearly a quarter of the prison population is infected with TB.
Clever entrepreneur like Foreman here chops up his meds, passes it off as heroin.
INH poisoning would explain all the symptoms.
Who wants to head over to the prison and find Clarence's secret stash? Fine, I'll do it.
Great! Chase it is.
I assume you have a reason beyond wanting to make me completely miserable.
You got a prettier mouth.
Better chance the inmates will open up to you.
Perhaps I'LL come out Looking just as monstrous.
I mean, isn't that what I deserve? Dr.
VIVIAN: John, it wasn't your fauLt.
If your father hadn't sLipped you those drugs, you wouLd have never done The man's in a coma! He didn't mind.
I asked.
You're getting crumbs all over him.
Why do you think they put TVs in coma patients' rooms, anyway? Some people think they can still hear.
Well, so leave them a radio.
His eyes are closed.
Who thinks they can see? Do you know why people are nice to other people? Oh, I know this one! Because people are good, decent and caring.
Either that, or people are cowards.
If I'm mean to you, you'll be mean to me.
Mutually-assured destruction.
Exactly.
Are you gonna eat these chips? Are you gonna get to your point? You need people to like you.
I don't care if people like me.
Yes, but you need people to like you because you need people.
Unless you think you can get the next court order yourself.
If Stacy can't trust you, you can't use her.
And, that's not even dealing with the greater agenda of getting her to dump her husband and fall in love with you all over again.
Dr.
BRUCE: We were gonna be with each other forever! Look, I know you're friends with her, but there is a code.
"Bros before hoes, man.
" Crap.
What is it? Death row guy is dying.
Bradycardia.
His heart rate's dropped to 30.
It's not gonna hold out much longer.
You just waiting to call time of death, or are you gonna give him atropine? Temporary fix.
Right.
Don't know why those diabetics are all hung up on insulin.
They're just gonna have to take more.
Atropine's only gonna buy you a few hours.
We don't even know what's wrong with him.
Just get out of here.
This is Chase.
Did you beat any confessions out of anybody? I haven't spoken to any inmates.
Does anybody do their jobs anymore? I decided Clarence's life isn't worth risking mine for.
Appreciate your candor.
Did you even go to the prison, or are you just out playing polo? I'm searching both of Clarence's cells.
I figured if he's on something, it's stashed somewhere.
Unless he finished it.
Yeah, that'd be a shame.
He could have shoved it anywhere.
There's envelopes stacked to the ceiling, bottles of copier toner, boxes of rubber bands, paper, fiLe foLders.
Call it off.
Come on back.
What's going on? You're dying.
A man deserves a last drink.
You're okay.
Thanks.
That means a lot.
All the tests have been inconclusive? Diagnostics is more of an art than a science.
Should I be worried right now? I work for one of the top diagnosticians in the country.
We're pouring all of our energy into figuring this out.
I thought you convicts knew how to drink.
You're at least three shots behind.
Now you're four shots behind.
You better get me the next one, or I'm gonna kill you.
House.
I was just waiting for test results, I was Little busy right now.
Getting my drink on.
Unbelievable.
That's the finest piece I've seen in 10 years.
I could've hit that.
And you didn't? Man, you're the one that should be locked up.
Tell me something.
I've been trying to figure this out.
Why does a guy who's on death row suddenly try to off himself? I know you drank that copier fluid.
It's not as visually dramatic as slitting your wrists with a homemade shiv, but it will do the trick.
It just hit me all of a sudden.
It was like, they tell me when to eat, when to sleep, when to walk, when to talk, everything.
I had to take control of something, right? When to die.
I figured that was as good as anything.
And that thought just came to you, just like that? Man, I told you, for 23 hours Look, here's the good news.
The copier fluid you drank contains about 90% methanol, which is very poisonous, and you took more than enough to kill yourself.
The bad news is, the alcohol you just drank contains so much ethanol that it's going to bind with that nasty formic acid rampaging through your body, hence you're just gonna pee it out.
Harmlessly.
Man, you are drunk.
Yes, I am.
I also saved your life.
At least for now.
Morning! Your head hurts? No, you just have a very grating voice.
You always were a lightweight.
Why are you talking to me? Can't it be enough that I wanna cause you pain? The patient's okay now, you're gonna send him back? Absolutely.
Can I trust you? You used to.
I still think the patient's sick.
I'm keeping him here.
Yeah.
Either you can do your job and keep the hospital informed, or you can help me make sure the hospital is not informed and buy me some time.
Have you done a CT? Yeah, I have.
With contrast? She's done everything she needs to do except tell her patient that she's dying.
I told you, only I get to play with the markers.
Our prisoner has a new symptom.
I'm not telling Cindy she's dying until the diagnosis is confirmed.
I'm not buying that Clarence was trying to take control of his life by suicide.
Healthy people don't kill themselves.
Healthy people don't kill other people.
Guy just filed an appeal in a state that hasn't actually killed anybody in about 30 years.
What if it wasn't suicide? What if it was an escape plan? Drink enough methanol to get transferred to a hospital, try to escape from here.
Excellent.
Explains everything except the symptom that got him here.
His heart went nuts before he got stuck in that storage cell and chugged a toner martini.
I think there's something going on in his head.
Check for intracranial lesions, brain infections, autoimmune diseases, do a CT, LP, full workup.
State's paying, so go nuts.
Where'd you get these scars? I got shivved my first month in.
After I healed up, I got mines.
You guys still think I'm sick? Obviously.
Why do you care? Why don't you just let me die? Well, I'm different than you.
Right.
You love me like your own mama.
That's why the nurse says you kicked her out when my heart nearly stopped.
Take a deep breath.
Any family history of mental illness? I always heard my pop was crazy, I never met the man.
With my mom, it was the drugs.
Any siblings? I got a brother, pretty much raised him on my own.
Inspirational story.
He doing time, too? Hey He's a good kid.
Don't go judging what you don't know.
How's his health? I haven't heard from him since I went inside.
Spent 16 years with him, changed his damn diapers.
Can you imagine your whole life being all about the worst thing you ever did? You killed four people.
And somehow making mac and cheese just the way he wants kind of loses its significance.
Oh, no.
Now you've left your entire body in my chair.
What does that mean you want? I need a segmental bronchoalveolar lavage.
I take it the CT with contrast came back? They're not definitive.
Biopsy would be.
Biopsy would be invasive and unnecessary.
And definitive.
But you don't want definitive, you want to hang onto your delusions as long as you can.
A lavage could prove it's not cancer.
But you need me to approve the procedure.
Must be a bitch.
The answer is no.
Why? Because it's me? I'm over you! I've jumped on the bandwagon.
And I hate you, okay? Great.
Let's treat her.
What is it? You won't help Cindy, but you're obsessed with this piece of dirt! Are you just trying to prove that who someone is doesn't matter, or that all that matters is your stupid puzzle? Fine.
Treat them the same, that's all I'm asking.
One test.
Wow.
That is remarkable.
According to those patchouli oil-selling New Agers, it's supposed to be the terminal patient, but you're going through the five stages.
You just made a completely seamless transition from anger to bargaining.
Cover two more of my clinic hours, and you can have your one procedure.
No lesions, no aneurysms.
Ironically, the mind of a killer looks completely normal.
If someone asked you to describe me to them, what's the first thing you'd tell them? Insecure.
What are you asking? Like if you were setting me up on a blind date.
Would you describe me to the girl as the black guy? A neurologist? Car thief? This guy's really getting to you, isn't he? There's no sign of infection.
You're gonna have to do the biopsy.
Your death row guy's still here.
Yeah, sorry.
I've just gotta get him stabilized.
Probably keep him on fluids for a few more hours, then off he goes.
Oh, yeah? 'Cause I'm figuring that you still think he's sick.
Figuring requires deductive reasoning.
I'm figuring that you did no figuring.
Stacy just ratted me out, right? So much for attorney-client privilege.
I'm the client, you moron.
Stacy has a duty to this hospital.
Right.
I'm sending him back to prison.
Can't.
Court order.
Court order says he has to be declared healthy.
Doesn't specify which doctor needs to make that declaration.
What is it, Clarence? My gut! Would you describe it as a shooting pain? A throbbing pain? Or maybe an imaginary pain because you don't want to go back to prison? Where does it hurt? My gut, I feel like I'm getting stabbed! Well, he'd know.
Let me take a look.
Oh, so everybody lies except a convicted murderer? I don't think he's faking this stuff.
What do you think, Doctor? I didn't have any choice.
No, you had to tell Cuddy.
She's your boss, I get it.
Hitler thought he was doing the world a favor, too.
Yeah, pretty much on that same level.
Gandhi didn't march to the sea because his buddies asked him to.
Pol Pot didn't wipe out the teachers because he wanted to make friends.
You're not making friends right now.
I trusted you.
I know.
Wilson's a fool.
I'm an idiot.
I had to do what I thought was right.
It's the only reason anybody does anything.
Surgery went fine.
They removed almost a foot of necrotic bowel.
They're shackling him and taking him into recovery.
I wonder.
I wonder why Clarence killed that second inmate? Fine, I'll bite.
What the hell are you talking about? Everything we do is dictated by motive.
Why did he kill his girlfriend? Because he's a maniac! Is that the reason he gave? She was cheating on him.
Jealousy.
That gets him sent to prison.
Where he kills inmate number one.
Why? Guy attacked him first.
Revenge.
Who'd he kill after that? Prison guard.
Who had a file full of abuse complaints.
Probably been kicking Clarence's ass for months.
Clarence is just ridding the world of bad seeds.
We'll call that one retribution.
Then he kills inmate number two.
Anybody know why? Uh-uh.
It's not in there.
All of a sudden, I gotta have a reason? It's an anomaly.
Doctors love anomalies.
Dark spot on an x-ray, bright spot on an MRl.
Killing that second inmate was the homicidal equivalent of blood in the urine.
It doesn't fit.
I'm interested in things that don't fit.
Tell me why you did it.
Your other victims you were almost bragging about.
What was different about this guy? It happened when I was in gen pop.
I was in the library, just reading.
And I started feeling real nervous.
This guy was staring at me.
I could feel his eyes digging holes in the back of my neck.
Made me feel crazy.
Sweat was pouring down my face.
I could hear my heartbeat racing in my ears.
I just raged out on the dude.
So what's the differential for raging out? Excess testosterone, steroids.
Adrenalin? Prep Clarence for surgery.
Care to share with the class? Oh, come on, do I have to spell it out for you? Pheochromocytoma.
Actually, I'm not sure how you spell it.
But you said it yourself, adrenalin.
Pheochromocytoma sits on top of the adrenal gland, randomly spits out oodles of the stuff.
It's perfect.
It explains everything, the tachycardia, pulmonary edema, the vasoconstriction that caused the necrotic bowel.
Even explains how he had the strength to rip the rail off his bed.
But pheo's extremely rare.
I love rare.
Set up an MRl.
Where's Cameron? Like I don't know.
Dr.
Cameron, could I borrow you for a consult? Bittersweet thing about being head of the Oncology Department, I get cc'd on all the biopsy results.
Yeah, I know.
She's terminal.
Yeah.
So I take it you were in there informing her? Well, I hadn't exactly gotten around to that, but I was just Doing what? Making friends? Cindy's divorced.
She doesn't have any kids, no siblings, both her parents are gone It's not your job to be her friend! Do you understand? And it's not worth it.
She feels better her final few days, and you're not the same, maybe for years.
You don't think it's worth it? I know it's not worth it.
My husband I met him just after he was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer.
If I hadn't married him He was alone.
When a good person dies, there should be an impact on the world.
Somebody should notice.
Somebody should be upset.
"Pheo" what? I don't even remember.
It's just a fancy way of saying "small, adrenalin-secreting tumor.
" Yeah, that clarified it for you.
All you need to know is, if I'm right, we can fix it.
Just gotta find it first.
We need an MRl.
It's completely painless for most people.
But not for me? I assume you got those tattoos in prison.
Prison tats often contain inks with heavy metals.
The MRl is basically a giant magnet, suck those metallic inks right out of your skin.
Stop squirming.
Don't make us do this again.
Big baby.
Still don't see anything.
Turn it off! There's Waldo.
Found it, Clarence.
Turn it off! Turn this damn thing off! Keep him in there until you guys see it, too.
Son of a bitch.
Looks like they got the pheo out successfully.
So, what now? Clarence goes back to death row.
Just like that? He's cured.
That tumor caused random shots of adrenalin, which obviously led to the rage attacks that made him become a murderer in the first place.
My God, you're right! Let's call the surgeons, we gotta save that tumor.
Put it on the witness stand.
We could testify at Clarence's appeal.
You smell that? I think that is the stink of hypocrisy.
You wouldn't even consider the notion that Clarence's social upbringing was responsible for what he became, but now you're sprinting to the witness stand to blame everything on a little tumor.
A person's upbringing and their biology are completely different.
Yeah.
Because you only overcame one of them.
Well, let's just give Clarence a free pass.
Which is probably gonna piss off all those other pheo sufferers who managed to control their rage attacks and become lawyers, race car drivers, or even doctors.
Removing that tumor puts a stop to those random shots of adrenalin.
It doesn't absolve him.
You want him to be executed? That's not what I'm saying.
Got an opinion? Everyone's got an opinion.
I I think I'm gonna testify at Clarence's appeal.
You'll do what you think is right.
On your own time.
But it's just a cough.