House, M.D. s06e20 Episode Script

Okay, therafy me.
You're late.
You're fat.
It's unusual.
You know how far the parking lot is? My leg's been hurting.
Anything been on your mind lately? Any particular stress? Nope.
Probably just gonna rain.
Hmm.
You like the new Monet reproduction in the waiting room? The Water Lilies? I was late.
I wasn't focusing on the decor, but it sounds appropriately bland and calming.
Stress can also make you absent-minded.
I'm not stressed.
Beyond the stress induced by you telling me how stressed I am.
Just an ordinary week.
Okay.
Tell me about it.
I had a patient House? Good, I have a case for you.
Beer? Amnesia.
She was found jogging in the street, disoriented.
She almost got hit by a truck.
The MRI showed no abnormalities.
No ID on her, just her jogging clothes and her heart rate monitor.
We know absolutely nothing about her.
We know she has money.
Blaze Outriggers, People who have money don't just disappear.
Sooner or later, someone is gonna show up looking for her.
Can I have something to eat? She just ate She keeps forgetting.
You don't eat because you remember it's time to eat, you eat because you're hungry.
Her metabolism is in high gear.
She is an extreme long-distance runner who Why were you in the ER? That's your question? You're a psychotherapist, you're hearing about a great amnesia case, and all you're asking me is geography? Just curious.
I was avoiding Wilson.
It's not something you couldn't have seen eight miles away.
Wilson's a processor.
I knew there were some things that he'd want to process with me.
At length.
Sam's moving in.
If it's before Friday, your assistant wins the pool.
I was just wondering what your plans were.
Tonight? In life.
Sam likes you But she wants me to move out.
No.
I want you to move out.
I didn't know things with Sam would happen so quickly.
I didn't I don't want to make a mistake here.
I've made a lot of mistakes.
By moving too quickly.
Given your usual rate of commitment, I'm surprised you're not already re-divorced.
I could help you find a place.
What's wrong with my old place? Nothing.
I just thought you might want to find somewhere new.
Somewhere Where I didn't abuse drugs and hallucinate? Yes.
I'm fine.
You're fine? Your best friend is tossing you out, and you're fine? Why wouldn't I be? You're not feeling a little betrayed and angry? Wilson bought a two-bedroom condo specifically so that you could move in with him.
It wasn't that long ago.
You don't feel a little jerked around? He couldn't foresee Sam coming back into his life.
That's a very rational defense of your friend, and I'm not buying it.
Based on what? Based on the fact that you were late, and you didn't notice the pictures in the outer office.
Those aren't symptoms.
They are to me.
And here's another one, you took the case.
Hmm.
No negotiating.
No bargaining.
No clinic hours changed hands.
Were you looking for something to distract you from the fact that your best friend just threw you out? The case was interesting.
It's not organic, it's not mysterious.
Most likely some psychologically traumatic event occurred that made the patient's brain choose to forget everything.
Or not.
Here.
Loss of differentiation between gray and white matter.
It's subtle.
But it's in the area that controls memory.
Not likely it's a coincidence.
Bacterial infection? Do I need to know this? Fine, I'll give you the Cliff Notes version.
Chase, MS.
Taub, physical trauma.
I could tell you why we ruled them out.
Or not.
It's probably a toxin, and we need to find it before it kills her.
We should search her house.
Good luck with that.
Her heart rate monitor has a serial number.
The distributor can match the number to the store that sold it.
She's a serious athlete.
She might have been there often enough to be remembered.
Brilliant.
Did he really say that? Subtextually.
Long shot.
Even if the store clerk does know who she is, the store's probably close to where she lives.
Just seeing those surroundings might spark a memory.
You want us to take her there? No.
I'll take her.
Really? It's unusual for you to spend time with a patient, isn't it? Patients are boring, as people.
This one, I'm sure, was no exception, but her situation was interesting.
Besides, I was still avoiding Wilson, and no better way to avoid than leaving the hospital.
Maybe.
Or were you avoiding going home? There's a reason they tell addicts to stay away from old geography.
I wasn't avoiding going home.
I'd already gone home, before I came in to work that day.
I went straight there from Wilson's.
Hey! Take it easy.
You're gonna kill me.
God, why don't people knock House, it's you! Where you been? Hold up a second.
Alvie? Juan Alvarez? You let him stay at your place? Not exactly.
I was beginning to wonder if you were ever gonna show up.
Why are you here? When I left Mayfield, I went back to the old neighborhood.
You know, you shouldn't leave the bathroom window unlocked.
Yeah, thanks for the safety lesson.
Why are you here? Like I said, when I went back to the neighborhood, I found out Immigration was looking for me.
So I decided to visit my old buddy House.
And turn his apartment into a giant prison jumpsuit.
Juan Alvarez is no freeloader.
I do my part, earn my keep.
The first week, I made you dinner, but you never showed up.
The second week, I organized your stuff.
My stuff? But still, you never showed up.
So this week, since I'm a real good painter, I decided to feng shui Coffee table.
Where'd you put it? In the bedroom? The paint's not cheap, House.
It's a custom color.
It's a mix of titanium yellow and ochre.
Ochre.
I don't even like that stuff.
It's like a fruit, it's got hair on it, but they say it's a vegetable You sold my table to pay for paint that I don't want? I had to sell some other things, too.
Get out.
No, papa, just give the color a chance.
Look, I'm going to work now.
And when I come back, the walls will be a less exciting color, and you will be gone.
So Wilson threw you out, and you threw Alvie out.
Just another week? But unlike me, Alvie didn't leave.
I took my motorcycle to work that day.
When I went home to get my car, he was painting the ceiling magenta.
So I brought him with me to protect the apartment.
Why? To protect the apartment.
Whoa, déjà vu.
Tossing him out, or sending him to the movies, or locking him in the bathroom would also minimize Alvie's destructive force.
But you chose his company deliberately.
Why? Obviously, because he's a Wilson substitute.
You can barely tell the difference between them, especially when Wilson raps about the 'hood.
I'm not suggesting Alvie's a substitute, but he would make a great distraction.
From what? That's what I'm trying to find out.
Go on.
Maybe the heart rate monitor was a gift.
That's why no one recognized her.
Shut up, Alvie.
Anything familiar? Church? Grocery store? Sorry.
It's okay, Miss X.
Maybe she's never been to this town before.
Bought the heart rate monitor on the store's website.
You know that Puerto Ricans are US citizens, right? Instead of working the case, why don't you contemplate the inanity of an American with American immigration issues? I had a birth certificate.
I lost it.
So get a new one.
I tried that, House.
But the town hall had burned down when I was a kid, destroyed the records.
There's only one copy? They tried to make me fill out a whole bunch of forms before they'd give it to me.
I decided it'd be quicker and easier to do it myself.
How'd that go? They figured out it was forged, and now, for some reason, they don't believe anything I say.
They actually think I'm lying about being Puerto Rican.
Told me I had to go to a special hearing to prove it.
What if nothing ever looks familiar? Then someone will show up, a spouse, a friend, to tell you who you really are and what you should be feeling.
They always do.
I don't know who that is, but I miss him.
What did they say at the hearing? I didn't go.
I lied once.
Your mother's Puerto Rican, therefore you are Puerto Rican.
All you gotta do is prove your mom is your mom.
Find some documentation People like that don't listen to people like me.
Donuts.
Hey, House, let's get donuts! Alvie, the hearing Everyone loves donuts.
Glazed, crullers, elephant ears, even donut holes.
Much better than the sporting goods store.
I bet Mrs.
X went there all the time.
We're not here And then I realized You make a good point.
Really? I was making that up.
Dozen glazed, dozen jelly-filled? You want the usual, right? Your old friend, the fried carbohydrate.
She needed the calorically dense food to support the running habit.
Do you know her name? Sandy or Shelley, I don't know.
The guy she's with called her that once.
I just work here.
Do you know where they live? He left a business card in our free donut jar.
It's up on the Wall of Winners.
Sidney.
God, I was so worried about you.
What happened? The police said it was too soon to do anything, so I started calling hospitals on my own.
Princeton-Plainsboro wasn't even on my list.
You really think something around here could have made her sick? Here, work, anywhere she could have been exposed.
Why wasn't Princeton-Plainsboro on your list? Well, I mean, it's a long way to run, even for her.
What is it I do besides run? You're a lawyer.
Civil rights, class-action suits.
It's a stressful job, running's the way you deal with it.
That doesn't sound like me.
Do you have any idea what would sound like you? Good point.
So what were you thinking during all this? That it was a strange position to be in.
At that moment, she was more comfortable with me than with her husband.
And he was picking up on it.
What about you? What about me how? There was a sort of artificial intimacy between you.
She had been dependent on you.
Did you find that attractive on some level? Disturbing? Those are my two choices? None of the above.
She was just a patient.
She was interesting.
So we're really married.
For four years.
Miss X, you lead a lemon-fresh life.
I found three different cleansers under the sink.
Cleaned out the medicine cabinets, too.
You know, she just won a settlement for some families whose housing development was built on an old methane field.
A toxic exposure to methane could explain this.
I surf? You stopped before we met.
You've been too busy.
And we're married? Yes.
All right, it's nothing personal.
I bet she didn't think you were her type back when you first met either.
We'll take her back to the hospital, test her blood and urine, start treatment.
Are you okay? I'm all right.
What happened? I don't know.
My foot suddenly went numb.
Her pants are wet.
Urinary incontinence.
She's having complex partial seizures.
This isn't methane.
And you can leave the bucket.
We need to get her Seizures? This is the second diagnosis you've come up with that has a personal resonance for you.
I'm choosing my diagnoses based on personal issues? You think she fell down the stairs and peed her pants 'cause Wilson dumped her, too? You're choosing to tell me about this case.
So let's look at it.
First, you were fixated on a harmful toxin from her past, possibly because you're worried about a harmful toxin from your Chase had the toxin idea.
Maybe he's obsessed with my past.
And now you're talking about a seizure disorder Which is also not a toxin.
But which is most likely caused by an old injury to the brain.
Why do you see your past as such a threat? Not only am I unthreatened by it, I was trying to get it back.
There's a ding mark.
It's a piece of junk.
It was dinged when it came in.
Sure.
The cup marks, the scuffs, and the paint, and those three chips.
This fourth one is new.
I run a pawn shop, not a storage company.
Do you want it or not? That should be it.
You said you pawned five books.
There's only four.
That's all there is.
Where's Approach to the Acute Abdomen? Sold it.
To? I can't tell you.
It's the law, and it should be.
Crazy bastards like you try to hunt down their stuff.
How much for the pile? $500.
You said it was junk.
No, no.
It's your junk, you want it.
$500.
Take it or leave it.
Why is it so important that you get your stuff back? Unlike the rest of humanity, who's okay when their belongings are taken? Everyone wants their stuff.
That's why it's their stuff.
Everyone doesn't pay five times what it's worth.
I like my stuff.
I hate it when Wilson moves Oh.
This is not about Wilson! Say it.
I wasn't gonna say anything.
Thirty-one, thirty-one! Hike! First down! One more, you get a touchdown.
Whoo! Hike! House, you can't run for the touchdown.
And hike! Wait, wait, wait.
Wait.
You seriously thought you're gonna tell me that Wilson showed up, but not tell me what he said? Because I thought you were a smart guy who didn't need the obvious spelled out to him.
Wilson noticed that I didn't come to my office all day.
He came to find me.
Wanted to make sure I'm okay.
Boring, boring, boring.
But you thought it was important to tell me about Nerf football? Sorry, your story.
Continue.
House! House! Stop! Stop, stop, stop.
You okay? Yeah.
It was my mother's.
She died when I was four.
It's all I have left.
That's very sad, Alvie.
Listen, I set up an immigration hearing.
No, House.
I'm gonna end up in jail.
Or worse, the Dominican or someplace, qué sé yo qué.
No.
That is interesting.
You present yourself as not giving a damn about other people's emotions, but your actions indicate otherwise.
You dismiss Alvie's story about his mother, but you cared enough to schedule a hearing.
I cared for eight seconds.
Then I got distracted.
Yeah.
We've kept the patient up for 12 hours now.
No hint of seizure-like activity.
We should shut this down.
Try a strobe light, add more stress.
I think there's plenty of stress in here.
Don't we ever do anything but work? You run.
That's just more work! What about fun? God, how can we be this boring? Apparently, without her memory, the patient's personality has returned to what you might call its natural state.
Seems she had a wake-up call while she was at college.
Her brother died in a car accident.
She decided to make her life mean something, went to law school.
Now that's all gone.
The thing that caused the change is gone, so the change itself is gone.
Yeah.
I knew the psychological aspects of this case would interest you.
Bet you got a theory already.
What is it? It's not relevant.
What is it? Why do you care about my theory? I think he just bores her.
I think she's at an earlier stage of development, she's looking at her grownup future, and it puts her to sleep.
If he just bored her, she'd hide it to be polite.
Their problem is synchronicity.
Just like you and me, House, they're not on the same page.
He talks to her like someone he shares history with.
But from her point of view, he's a stranger forcing intimacy on her.
Of course she doesn't like him.
He's not helping.
He can feel he's losing his wife, and it makes him come on stronger.
He almost did lose his wife.
The breathing problem was caused by fluid overload in the lungs.
Diabetes insipidus.
And the DI came from damage to the hypothalamus.
Hypothalamus here, that's the DI and incontinence, they mingle here, that's the global amnesia, and the motor cortex, that's the foot paralysis.
What do they all have in common? Okay, now you're just doing this to mess with me.
What possible relevance does this differential have to your problems? It ends with a diagnosis of Spongiform Encephalitis.
I convinced the team to cut out part of this woman's brain.
That's not interesting to you? No.
Not even if it's the amygdala? She'll lose all her long-term memories.
Well, this is where you tell me that being cavalier with someone else's past has nothing to do with avoiding your own past.
The case is irrelevant, you just found it interesting.
Aren't therapists supposed to be nurturing? Nowhere is that in the manual.
Look, you've been in therapy for a year.
You know when I ask you to talk about anything, I mean anything that affects you.
What upset you, what made you mad, or relieved, or joyful.
You want me to believe that this case means nothing? Then why should I listen to it? Are you charging me for this time? Yes.
This is ridiculous.
What's that? On the back of your arm? It's just a bruise.
I fell.
You remember falling? No.
I was drunk.
Hence the balance issues.
It looks like you fell on the tip of someone's boot.
I said something that someone objected to.
Well, if you don't remember, then how It's usually the way it is when someone hits me.
People who kick when you're down are jerks, but they're generally not irrational jerks.
You got drunk enough to get into a bar fight and not remember, and you've been insisting that everything's fine? Why go out and get blind drunk? Were you looking for a fight? I don't know.
What have you screwed up? What? You say that when you've been hit in the past, it's because you've provoked it with something that you said.
Which means you're well aware of the risks.
So, on some level, you were in that bar looking for someone to hurt you.
Logically, people punish themselves for something they did, or something they didn't do.
So, what did you screw up? I don't know.
Okay, there may be a problem.
All right.
Let's talk about Wilson.
I told him your book was contaminated with anthrax spores.
Then I gave him $300.
The address of the buyer.
Maybe I was hasty in asking you to move out.
Why don't you stay with me and Sam for a little while? There's no need to hurry things.
What prompted this? Look, the whole idea was that after Mayfield, you wouldn't be on your own.
I can touch base with you a lot more easily if you're staying with me than For God's sake, Wilson.
You really span the chasm from wishy to washy.
If you're gonna be an ass, be an ass.
Stick with it.
Why were you being so hard on the guy, when he was being conciliatory? Come on, Cuddy played on his guilt.
She put him up to this.
How do you know that? How do you know this wasn't entirely his own idea? Two reasons.
First, he wants to create the perfect environment to be with Sam.
He's been thinking about asking me to leave for a while.
Finally, he does it, and immediately turns around and changes his mind? No.
He talked to somebody.
Maybe it was Sam.
Yeah, that's a possibility.
I want this to be the last serious relationship I ever have.
I want this to be the one.
Me, too.
Where's House? It's not as meaningful without him.
Okay, not Sam.
That still doesn't answer why Cuddy.
Because they've been talking about me.
She called me to check on the patient, which she never does without a reason.
I asked why, and she said She's a barracuda attorney, House.
These are the kind of patients we like to keep happy.
Right now, the patient's lucky if she can spell "jurisprudence.
" Yeah, but when she gets that memory back, which we're trying to make happen, she'll be able to spell "lawsuit.
" I'm just touching base.
"Touching base.
" Wilson used exactly the same phrase.
Colluding about me is their favorite pastime.
Okay, you think they talked.
How do you think that conversation went? I'm worried about House.
Me, too.
Couldn't you have waited? It's way too early for him to be on his own, back in the old apartment.
What makes you think he can handle it? I offered to find him a new place.
You have to let him back into your condo.
Sam and I just got him out of the condo.
You know what House is like, he's self-destructive.
Without constant supervision, he's gonna slide back into drugs.
If you're not watching him, I've got to.
Yeah.
So they don't trust you.
They assume you'll fail.
Are these their fears or yours? Let's turn on the lights.
Hmm? In your brain.
Maybe they did talk about you, but how do you know it didn't happen like this? I'm worried about House.
Why? It's the first time he'll be on his own since Mayfield.
No, you're being over-protective.
House doesn't need to be wrapped in cotton wool.
But you know that, or you wouldn't have asked him to move out.
Okay.
I guess this is really about me.
It's just I feel like a jerk.
Sure, Sam and I are gonna wanna be on our own eventually, but I kind of sprang this on him.
The right way would've been to just tell him to take as long as he needed, that there's no hurry.
So it's not what you did, but how you did it? That matters in a friendship.
I need to fix this.
Why don't you talk to him about moving back in? Just touch base.
We're having a consent issue with the patient.
Wait a minute.
Taub's not here.
Yeah, he is.
We're having a consent issue with the patient.
What's Taub doing in my imaginary version of a scene with Wilson and Cuddy? Your version needed to be ended.
Because it's crap.
It's all sweetness and light and faith that I'm gonna choose the right path.
Yeah, that sounds like Wilson.
I have as much evidence for mine as you do for yours.
I know Wilson's your friend, so he could be wondering if he did right by you.
And I know he wouldn't have asked you to move out in the first place unless he was convinced you could handle life on your own.
And I know that he and Cuddy have gone behind my back before to strategize about "the House problem.
" So there's truth in both versions.
But you choose to focus on the parts that make you uncomfortable.
So Why are you and Wilson friends? Do you think this friendship is the best you can do? Wilson is not a consolation prize.
There, you're defending him.
And a minute ago, he was skulking around in the background like some sort of manipulative lago.
He's my friend.
So what do you value in him? I can say whatever I want to him, and he'll never leave.
He's sort of leaving.
At least, he won't be around as much.
Because he's putting Sam first.
For now.
After the divorce, he'll probably ask me to move in again.
I take the long view.
You say that to Wilson? Are you kidding? That's the kind of remark that leads people to hit you.
Maybe you've been right from the beginning.
Maybe this isn't about Wilson.
You say that now that I finally agree with you? Do you just argue the opposite of whatever I say? I don't mean the Wilson thing doesn't bother you.
But it sounds like he's the closest you could come to a safe relationship.
You'd have to do something major to screw it up.
What else have you been involved in this week? What would you want to punish yourself for? I told you I don't know.
Okay, let's approach it from a different angle.
Have you gotten any other people angry at you over anything? Well, yeah.
That's why I called it an ordinary week.
Okay.
Tell me about it.
You'd be losing a part of your brain.
It is my brain.
Why is it not my right to consent? I'm sorry, but I'll take this to court, if necessary, all right? Sidney's in no position to make decisions about herself right now.
She doesn't even know who she is.
I read your consent form and I understood it.
I want the surgery.
Why wouldn't she? Of course she's willing to risk losing her memories permanently, she has no idea how important those memories are.
Does she even know what "risk" is? She's never lost anything! Without the surgery, she'll lose everything.
The prion infection will continue to advance and destroy her whole brain.
There has to be another way.
Please.
I'm speaking for my wife, the wife I lived with for four years, who isn't here and can't defend herself.
Dr.
House, are you listening? Well, you can stop arguing 'cause it doesn't matter anymore.
Look at the variability in the heart rate.
The SE's spread into the brainstem.
Wherever it is, you can still cut it out.
No.
We can't cut the brainstem.
This thing's moving too quickly.
Surgery is no longer an option.
Which, I guess, means you've won.
Congratulations.
Put in a pacer, and start her on chemo and radiation.
It won't cure her, but it'll buy a couple weeks, so she can find out who she is before she dies.
That was pretty rough.
Do you always break the news to your patients that way? Or were you shorthanding it for me? Husband was being an idiot.
Well, he was asking for it.
But to punish him, you had to punish the wife, too.
Why did he make you so angry? Because he didn't want to cooperate with you? He'd rather risk his wife's life than their marriage.
People's brains stop working when they think they're gonna lose someone they love.
Your leg hurting? It's all right.
Okay.
Anyone else you pissed off? Fifty bucks for the book.
Forget it.
You paid $25.
That's 100% return.
That's what I paid.
But it's a rare surgical text, nearly 100 years old, plates in mint condition.
That book's worth several thousand dollars.
$2,000.
I'll write you a check.
Nice try.
Face it.
I had the wit to recognize something valuable when I saw it.
In the great Darwinian race, I get my just reward, you become roadkill.
Yo, House, you wanna stop by the library? 'Cause I got a book to return.
Old professor tried to hoard/hog You can't stop Alvie with no guard-ass dog Anyone see you? Yeah, Prof saw me walking down the driveway.
He said the roses need more fertilizer.
I didn't know there was a section of the brain just for hope.
It's very, very tiny.
We used fluoroscopy to guide pacemaker placement in the patient's heart.
Hello.
Hello.
Rapidly progressive dilated cardiomyopathy.
This isn't SE, and whatever it is, it's not just in her brain, it's attacking her whole body.
You work for House? I guess we're teammates.
Isn't that cool? Hello.
Juan Alvarez? What the hell? We're taking you into custody.
Deportation order.
I'm a citizen.
You're disrespecting Puerto Rico.
If you're a citizen, why did you miss your hearing? You called them? What's going on? We're trying to stabilize her heart.
She's still tachy and hypotensive.
Brain, heart, and rapidly progressing.
Endocarditis.
Slow-moving infection in her heart throws clots to her brain.
I'm not talking to you.
How could you turn me in? Her extreme exercise suppresses her immune system, allows the infection to smoulder.
Or allows an old infection to re-activate.
TB.
Start her on a multi-drug regimen.
I don't like you, House.
I hate you.
Even IV antibiotics will take time to work.
A gentle reminder, the use of cell phones is prohibited.
Give her the first dose directly into the lungs in the OR.
Before the less-gentle arrest for contempt.
Put her in an isolation room with UV light.
And get yourselves tested.
You've all been exposed.
Docket number 4378.
You are? I'm Mr.
Alvarez's doctor.
Your Honor, DNA evidence proving the matriarchal lineage of Juan Alvarez.
My mother's DNA was still on that cross? It could be.
You faked it? It wasn't just me.
You lied to them, too.
But I'm better at it than you are.
I'm gonna re-paint your whole apartment now Make the drapes match the carpet now Lungs sound wet.
O2 sats are dropping.
We may need to tube her.
Grab some IV furosemide.
Wait.
Wait.
She's crashing.
We need to get her on a vent.
There's something on her ankle.
A tattoo.
"Eddie would go.
" It's a surfing phrase.
Must be from her earlier life.
She tried to get it removed.
But they only took off the top layers of skin.
The ink is still in the deeper layers.
It set off an allergic reaction.
She was fine until she started the long-distance running.
The ultra-marathoning modified her immune system and set off the allergic reaction.
We did a full-thickness skin graft and she'll be okay.
So, you were right in the end.
It was her past.
Did she get her memory back? Not yet.
Will she? No way to know.
I think roses are my favorite.
But I guess I told you that at some point.
I don't remember.
He's treating her as though they've just met.
He's courting her.
Whose idea was that? He was doing the opposite of everything he should, suddenly he's changed.
Taub thought it might That was your idea.
And you asked me what I thought was going on between them.
It's their relationship that's on your mind.
That's why you've been thinking about this case.
Relationships.
Lost one with Wilson, gained one with Alvie Not exactly.
Alvie! You gonna tell me what the note said? Alvie was very grateful that I'd gotten him out of trouble.
It allowed him to go stay with his cousin in Phoenix without worrying about Immigration looking for him there.
You didn't think he was gonna stay forever? No.
What happened next? Nothing happened next.
That's all I got.
Relationships.
Bergman.
What do you want me to say? I don't know, you're the one who set the theme.
Something about relationships made you go out and provoke a fight.
Wilson and Sam have a relationship.
You're not thrilled about it.
They're happy.
Why should I screw that up? Everyone's happy.
Everyone's moving in together.
Wilson and Sam, Cuddy and Lucas, even Alvie and his Cuddy and Lucas are moving in together? You didn't mention that.
They've talked about moving in together before.
It's not big news.
Cuddy.
Cuddy.
Approach to the Acute Abdomen.
Written by Ernest T.
Cuddy, M.
D.
Any relation to your Cuddy? Her great-grandfather.
I've had it for years.
Always meant to give it to her for a special occasion.
Like her housewarming? It's just a gift.
A woman you care about has taken one step further away from you and closer to someone else.
I think I can safely say, yes, it's significant if you don't mention it.
You were willing to punish the husband of your patient because you identified with him.
He was also losing someone he loved.
I'm not gonna go out and get hammered because a woman I'm not even with is moving in with someone.
That'd be pathetic.
To hell with this.
When I first came to you, I told you that I wanted to be happy.
I followed your advice, and instead I'm just miserable.
How is this working for me? It takes time.
For a year, I've done everything you've asked, and everybody else is happy.
I run my treadmill, you just sit there and watch.
You're a faith healer.
You take advantage of people who want to believe.
But there's nothing in your bag of tricks.
House! Whatever the answer is, you don't have it.