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Mom!

- I'm thirsty.
- I just gave you water.

I want juice.

It's bedtime.

Close your eyes and go to sleep.

Mom!

What do you want, Clance?

Hi, Dad.

Go to bed.

- Can I turn the TV on?
- TV is only for the daytime.

I'll keep the volume down.
I just like the light.

Go to bed.

Dad, what if...

What if they come to get me again?

Nobody is coming to get you. OK?

Go to bed. Now.

Come on, Clancy.

It's time to get up.

- I guess he's already up.
- That's a first.

I-I will,
uh, I'll see if he needs breakfast.

Hey, Clance, you hungry?

Hon, he's not down here.

You sure?

Clancy?

Clancy?

Where are you?

- Sweetie, are you hiding?
- Clancy?

Where is he?

You're gonna be in big
trouble when I find you.

Honey, come out right now,
wherever you are. This is not funny.

Transcript: FRM Team - Synchro: jh26

Where's the sweat and the B.O.?

You've taken such pride
in bathing us all in your musk.

- Showered at home.
- And yet you're earlier than usual.

Is this an intervention?

It's a little late,
since I'm not using drugs anymore.

I am, however, still hooked on phonics.

If you did your morning run and showered
at home, you'd be later than usual.

Thought of you in the shower.

How's your leg?

You seem to be favoring your left side.

I was hanging down my
right pant leg yesterday.

- Makes all the difference in the world.
- You've taken the stairs every day.

- Did I need a restraining order?
- You slack on your rehab,

the muscle will weaken.
And your leg will hurt again.

Looks like the Ketamine
treatment might not stick.

Or maybe we've made him depressed
because we're lying to him.

- Telling him he got that case wrong.
- We didn't hurt him. The pain isn't...

He gets depressed, he stops exercising.

He stops exercising,
the muscle atrophies.

The muscle atrophies, the pain returns.

Maybe he stopped exercising because the
giant hole in his leg actually hurts.

The Ketamine could work perfectly

and he would still be back
on his cane popping Vicodin again.

You can't tell him.

He got lucky. There was no medical...

He was right.

We tell him he was right,
and we're feeding his addiction.

Without Vicodin,
he's only got one to focus on.

- Well, he's not gonna O.D. on puzzles.
- No, it's not gonna hurt him.

But he could just as easily
have killed that patient.

We have a tiny window of time here where
House may be healthy enough to change.

And based on that limp,

the window's closing fast.

Kid is a product of an
in vitro fertilization pregnancy.

Had all his vaccinations.

Fractured his right ulna at age three,
chicken pox at age five...

Did he ever get his feelings hurt?

I'll need to know that too.

You are 0 for 1 since you came back.
We just wanna make sure...

Rectal bleeding plus alien abduction
fantasies, most likely sexual abuse.

Penetration causes the bleed,
trauma causes the fantasy.

E. R. ran a rape kit, found no evidence
of tearing, semen, or pubic hairs.

I think we should talk to the kid.

Why?

In case he's telling the truth?

You're a believer, aren't you?

I'm just not arrogant enough to
think that of the 50 billion galaxies,

100 billion stars per galaxy and ten
million billion planets in the universe,

that we're the only ones with life.

No. But

I'm guessing we're the only ones who like
shoving things through our backdoors.

There is new research indicating
a link between neurological problems

- and bleeding disorders.
- Perfect.

Especially if there
were neurological problems.

What part of hallucinating
an alien abduction isn't neurological?

- It wasn't a hallucination.
- What?

- You think the kid...
- Is having nightmares.

Nightmares aren't a symptom of anything
other than wanting to sleep with mommy.

Which just leaves us with one symptom,
the bloody tuchus.

Which can easily be explained by a G.
I. problem or a bleeding disorder.

Check his coags with a PT,
PTT, and bleeding time.

Prep him for endoscopies
from above and below.

Gonna make a tiny nick
in your forearm, okay?

Then I'm gonna time how long
it takes for you to stop bleeding.

This is gonna sting a little,
so you might want to look the other way.

Are those windows locked?

Those windows don't even open.
They're just here to let sunshine in.

Good. 'Cause they know I'm here.

Clancy...

don't bother the doctor with this stuff.

No, it's okay.
How do they know you're here?

They put a chip in my neck
so they can keep track of me.

I can feel it back there.

Clancy, you know there
is nothing back there.

- There is.
- Let me see.

Lean forwards.

And they have this other thing.
And they put it...

in between these two ribs.
Always on this side.

And then they move it around my insides.

- It hurts.
- You know what, Clancy?

I think I might have
found the chip back there.

And I think I might
be able to get it out.

- Really?
- Mmm-hmm.

Okay, lean forwards.

Now hold very still, okay?

Got it.

I'm seven... not three.

All you did was pinch my neck.

Sorry.

His alien abduction story,
the level of detail is...

I don't know where he gets it from.

The parents say he doesn't watch sci-fi,
he doesn't read comic books.

Great. You do any of that
medical stuff we talked about?

Upper and lower endoscopies were clean.

So, it's a simple bleeding disorder.

No. Blood tests were all normal.
And he clotted in six minutes.

So it's a simple bleeding
disorder and you screwed up the test.

I didn't screw up the test.

So it's a U.F.O.

Unidentified Flowing Orifice.

Either you screwed up the test or
I screwed up my analysis of this case.

If you screwed up,
I don't have to cry myself to sleep.

It's a simple bleeding disorder.
Foreman, redo the test.

How could I screw up
a simple bleeding time test?

Maybe you were abducted and lost time.

Kid's got a bleeding disorder.

You're sure?

I had to stop the bleeding
myself after 25 minutes.

So you're saying Chase did screw up.

Or Foreman screwed up.

Big hand points to minutes.
Maybe you got it mixed up.

Oh, snap.

Foreman's playin' the dozens. You're at
a huge cultural disadvantage here, Chase.

Take a couple minutes
to think of a witty retort.

So we have contradicting
bleeding time tests.

If we run labs to check his clotting fac-
tors, we can confirm which one's right.

Yeah, testing. Nice idea.

Way better than trying to
guess which doctor's incompetent.

Looks better in the paperwork too.

Hey, Foreman,

your mama's so fat, when her beeper
goes off, people think she's backing up.

Where's Clancy?

He's asleep. He's...

House!

Clancy's gone missing.

Oh, no!

You take Alpha Centauri,
Foreman can look on Tatooine,

and Cameron can set up
an intergalactic checkpoint.

Let's pray he hasn't gone into
hyperdrive. We'll never catch him.

Clancy?

I had to go where there are no windows so
I could get the chip out like you said.

God.

- I can feel it, I just can't grab it.
- Clancy, stop! There is no chip.

We're gonna clean you up and
we're gonna go back to your room.

You can't do things like this.

Your parents--

Said it might not even be terrestrial.

- Really?
- No, you idiot, it's titanium.

Like from a surgical pin.

Like the kind the kid had inserted
into his broken arm four years ago.

- Nice medical history.
- That pin was removed six months after.

So a little piece
broke off during removal.

Titanium is used to build nuclear subs.
Pieces don't just break off.

Tell that to guys on the Kursk.

And how exactly did it get
from his arm to the back of his neck?

Body attacks any foreign object.

Inflammatory reaction could erode it
into a vein, fragment gets a free ride.

To his lungs, maybe. Not his neck.

Yeah, an alien chip makes more sense.

The real mystery is that
you didn't actually screw up.

You okay?

Fine. Tripped.

Kid carved a hole in the back of his neck
and apparently didn't bleed to death.

- Now, that's weird.
- He clotted on his own?

Sure did.

So first there was no bleeding disorder,
then there was, now there is not again.

- Which is impossible.
- Or Foreman screwed up.

Two out of three tests
agree with my findings.

Well, lucky for us,
the fourth test will be the charm.

So you're just gonna keep cutting him?
Until what?

This test is different.

We draw some blood and see if
any clotting factors are low or missing.

But why haven't the other tests--

We've got three results that haven't been
consistent. One of them must be wrong.

Or two of them.

Is it possible the problem isn't
his blood? It's just psychological.

- I mean, he almost killed himself.
- He wasn't trying to hurt himself.

No... he was just looking
for an alien tracking device.

I have time for one more.

Don't blame you for spending
extra time down here.

Heard the artist formerly
known as gimp is back upstairs.

Oh, my God. You're...

How...

You're okay.

Have we met?

I was one of your doctors.

You were in a vegetative
state when you left here last week.

Addison's disease.

- you didn't know.
- How would I know?

Not quite my old self yet.

- Baby steps, the doctors tell me.
- With rehab, you'll do great.

What hospital did you go to?

- How would I...
- I wanna have sex with my wife.

And I was hoping that maybe...

- You could...
- Viagra?

- You're here for Viagra?
- A bucketful would be nice.

Dr. Cuddy.

- It's completely unethical.
- He was reckless with a patient.

- He was right.
- But he didn't know that.

He needs at least
some glimmer of humility.

Why does he need that?
Because other people have that?

Why does he need
to be like other people?

- He needs to be less reckless.
- Well, you did it.

He's dismissing symptoms, looking
for easy solutions. He's in pain.

- How much pain?
- Why?

You know this is affecting him,
don't you?

Telling him that he got his last case
right won't do anything to help him.

- It'll make him less depressed.
- Which might not help his leg.

But you don't know.

Just let me run a PET scan

on his parietal thalamic
area to see if it's sensing pain.

If it is, the Ketamine isn't working any-
more and he's headed for a huge crash.

If it's not, the leg pain is my fault

and I will tell him the truth.

Too tight?

- My parents think I'm crazy.
- No, they don't.

They're just worried about you,
that's all.

I'm not weird.

It's just that weird
things keep happening to me.

Slight pinch.

If you make me better,

do you think the aliens
will leave me alone?

I don't think they're gonna
be bothering you for much longer.

- You lying again?
- No.

We figure this out,
everything's gonna be okay.

You still with us?

Pulmonary edema,
stage two hypertensive crisis.

- What is happening?
- Wait outside.

Get him oxygen. Start him on
an IV drip of sodium nitroprusside.

Get them outside!

He's in ICU.
Systolic is hovering around 170.

I left instructions to lower it slowly so
we don't risk hypoperfusing his organs.

The trade-off being that leaving his
blood pressure that high risks stroke,

- M. I., and blindness.
- I'm open to suggestions.

Solve the case.

- Kidneys could explain...
- Kidneys are clean.

Tell me he's a mutant/human hybrid.

It is a bleeding disorder. Clancy
tested positive for Von Willebrand's.

I didn't screw up.

How could he clot on his
own two out of three times?

- Maybe he cheated.
- Right.

Kids always cheat on
their bleeding time tests.

She was being metaphorical.
She's trying to sound like me.

I have no idea what you meant, but
I could smell what the Rock was cooking.

I meant he's clotting right
now and he's in hypertensive crisis.

Maybe the two are related.

What if he was hypertensive
the other two times that he clotted?

Hypertensive crisis can
activate clotting factors.

Someone low on Von Willebrands
could theoretically clot.

And the first time Clancy clotted,
he was all worked up recounting

his alien abduction.
He could have easily been hypertensive.

I know I get worked up when I cut micro-
chip tracking implants out of my neck.

- Sounds like a cheat to me.
- Yeah, we get it.

Okay, what's the differential
for seven-year-old boys

suffering multiple hypertensive crises?

We think the problem
is in your son's heart.

We need to do a procedure
called a transesophegeal echo.

Okay, and that will fix his heart?

That will tell us where the problem is.
Hopefully.

Then we can fix him.

L isten...

this isn't really part of my job, but...

he's worried that you think he's crazy.

Well, isn't he?

There are still plenty of other
explanations for what's going on.

It's important he
knows you believe in him.

Even if you don't.

It's clean. His heart isn't the problem.

Why don't I have a hi-def in my office?

I'm a department head.

- There are no structural defects.
- Valves are intact.

Tissue characterization is impossible
when the pixels are the size of Legos.

See, this is what I'm talking about.

Foreman, you gotta
steal this thing for me.

Let me ring up one of the homies.

The clearer the image, the
clearer it is that there are no masses,

no clots, no tears.
The problem's got to be somewhere else.

We're gonna need a bigger boat.

You're wrong, House.

Think he'll make us break
into the IMAX before he admits it?

- There.
- Where?

Right there. Left side. No movement.

Well, don't freeze it.

Something's not moving. How do you see
something not move if nothing's moving?

I need a laser pointer.

- We don't have a laser pointer.
- Well, why not?

Who's gonna take us seriously
if we don't have a laser pointer?

Right...

here.

A few thousand myocytes
not beating with the rest.

So you found an arrhythmia.

That's not an arrhythmia.
That's a no-rhythmia.

Myocytes contract.
These aren't moving at all.

Go get me those myocytes.
I want to talk to them in my office.

How's the kid doing?

Heart nearly exploded.

Still beating, though.

Most of it anyway.

Why do they bother putting
age restrictions on these things

when all you have to
do is click "Yes, I am 18"?

Even a 17-year-old can figure that out.

What's going on with the leg?

First tell me what's
going on with the boobs.

- If you're feeling pain...
- They're firmer.

It's called an underwire.

- I wanna get a PET scan of your brain.
- I think it's hormones.

As long as there's no increased
activity in the thalamus--

Looks to me like those puppies
are going into the dairy business.

Then the pain can be good.
It could be muscle regenerating.

After you work out, you get sore.
Pain doesn't mean the Ketamine failed.

Guess I should be saying mazel tov.

- Who gets to pass out the cigars?
- I'm not pregnant.

I need to get a PET scan of your brain.

Boy or girl? You got a name picked out?

- I'm not pregnant.
- My leg doesn't hurt.

- You're in denial.
- No, I'm not!

Oh, you got me.

If I thought that
my leg was deteriorating,

Don't you think I'd want
to take steps to prevent that?

Okay.

Gotta go.

Here's Clancy's DNA.

And here's the DNA from that
piece of his heart we just biopsied.

That is impossible.

- Run it again.
- We already did.

And once more after that.

The genes from Clancy's myocytes don't
match the genes from the rest of his body.

Alien DNA.

Anybody watch any X-Files
that inspired an explanation?

There are ways DNA can become mutated.
Extreme UV radiation.

That much sun, he'd be
dying with a healthy bronze glow.

Nitrous acid or ethidium
bromide exposure.

First daddy was a rapist,
now he's a chemist.

Various species of fungus
have been proven mutagenic.

Not unless the kid's been eating barrels
of celery or living in Indonesia or both.

- Is your leg hurting?
- Is that question helping?

- You're leaning.
- You're sitting.

- You're evading.
- My head's hurting.

Please, someone give me a plausible,

terrestrial explanation
for this kid's alien DNA.

We could search his home for toxins,
fungals, and radiation.

Who cares what caused it?

A kid comes in with a strep,

we don't conduct a search to see which
classmate he got it from, we cure it.

We know he's got this inside him.
Let's get a scalpel and cut it out.

Where do we cut?
Chances are it's not just in his heart.

We got lucky with the heart.

Myocytes contract,
we could see that these weren't working.

I don't know how the hell
we're gonna find it anywhere else.

What if we take the heart cells
with the bad DNA and we tag them?

Can you phrase that
in the form of a metaphor?

It's the same way we search for cancer.

The bad DNA creates a unique protein
on the surface of the affected cells.

We create an antibody that
recognizes only that protein.

We flush it throughout his system
and the similar cells light up like...

lightbulbs.

Okay. Let's do that.

- You have to tell him.
- He said he wasn't in any pain.

- He's lying.
- Of course he's lying.

- We need another plan.
- Don't talk about it that way.

What way?

Plan.

Sounds like we're
conspiring against him.

- I'm gonna tell him.
- No, you're not.

Then come up with
a cunning plan and fast.

She's not nearly as delightful
as she thinks she is.

What's this machine do?

It makes a lot of noise.

And it's gonna help us
figure out what's wrong with you.

You think House has lost a step?

He's fine.

There,

a clump of affected cells
in the bone marrow of the femur.

Explains the intermittent
bleeding disorder.

'Cause I don't need to subject myself
to House's torture if there's no upside.

I'm telling you, he's fine.

We missed some affected
cells in his heart.

Explains the continuing
hypertensive issues.

You said the last case really threw him.
And now suddenly...

I was wrong.

So you changed your mind.

Why?

His brilliant ideas on
this case have all been yours.

There's the reason
for him needing glasses.

Apparently it's a symptom.
Means the condition predates--

You don't change your
mind without a reason.

What do you know?

House...

didn't blow the last case.

Cuddy cured the guy using House's idea.

Cuddy and Wilson are trying
to teach him some humility.

Scan is complete. Three hot spots,
but nothing in his brain.

House's original theory was right.

It is not neurological.

Is he gonna be able to walk?

His leg should be
functional after some rehab.

Functional? What does that mean?
He's be able to walk but not run?

He'll have a limp?

If everything goes well,
he'll walk, he'll run.

He'll probably be even
stronger than he is now.

When we close him up,
we'll move over to his other leg.

Snake a catheter up through
the femoral artery and into his heart.

Once the affected areas are removed,
his normal tissue will set back in

and do its job. He should have no
more problems with his blood pressure.

After confirming those areas are clear,
we'll start the final procedure.

I'm gonna insert a
needle through the pupil

and get rid of the abnormal
cells in the retina.

Close your right eye.

Can you see my face?

Yeah. It's clear.

You can throw away your glasses.
We got it all.

Get some sleep.

You're going home tomorrow.

Thank you.

You wanna go for a run?

What do you want?

I want you to run.

When did you become an enabler?

I'm enabling you to exercise.

Vicodin blocks the pain,
you get through your rehab.

Muscle strength increases,
and pain decreases.

I'd rather not become dependent
on pain pills to get through my day.

You're just like any other patient.

Running away from knowledge
that won't make you happy.

I'm as happy as a pig in poop.

You're scared the Ketamine
treatment's wearing off.

That it was just a....

torturous window to the good life.

What part of poop didn't you understand?

How can you be so sure
it isn't just a sore muscle?

It's my leg.

We've known each other a long time.

You're not always right, House.

You've proven that lately.

- What's happening to him?
- He's seizing. I need clonazepam.

I thought you got it all!

Yeah, yell at me. That'll fix the kid.

Obviously we missed some foreign tissue.
There's something still in him.

The hallucinations and seizures
indicate problems in the temporal lobe.

Sorry, House, it is neurological.

Looks like you were wrong, again.

We didn't miss anything.

The brain scan was completely clean.

Our tag must not have penetrated
the blood brain barrier.

Don't use an IV this time,
get it right into the brain.

No cells are lighting up.

His brain is clean.

It is not neurological.

His symptoms are neurological.
His condition has to be neurological.

His scan was clean twice.

It's not there.

What if it is there,
but didn't show up on the scan?

What if the tag just
doesn't work in his brain?

Brain cells are structurally different.
They express a different protein.

So how do we find it?

Where are we going?

I am going to think.

Send the kid home.

What do you mean?

Make sure his blood pressure
is stabilized and send him home.

- Like nothing ever happened?
- We cured his bleeding disorder

and removed all the
damaged cells we could find.

We don't know that we fixed anything.
It's only been a day.

Maybe these symptoms come
and go like the blood disorder.

It's more probable that
his remaining symptoms are

just a nightmare.

He had a convulsion.

Maybe epilepsy, maybe psychological.

Maybe nothing.

If the kid gets sick again,

that'll give us another clue and we'll
start searching again. If he doesn't,

it doesn't matter.

Send him home.

House!

You're just giving up on this kid?

You gotta know when to stop.

You don't stop.

You never stop, you just keep on going
until you come up with something so

insane that it's usually right.

Except on my last case.

Don't be pathetic.

Just forget the last case.

This kid obviously has
something wrong with him.

When did you develop such
strong opinions about my patients?

Last week you were convinced
that my patient wasn't sick.

- Now you're convinced this one is.
- This one is a young boy.

His parents are desperate.

Just get together with your team,
spend a few extra hours...

Well, I guess we could amputate his left
leg. It's where we found most of it.

Maybe we should just remove
his affected eye completely.

If you have reason to
believe that that might help...

I'm not gonna start
lopping off body parts.

But it's interesting that
you give me the green light.

I just want you to do something.

You've been overly
supportive this entire week.

Well, either you're hormonal
or you're guilt-ridden.

And it's too early in the
pregnancy for this to be hormonal.

- I'm not pregnant.
- Then what did you do wrong?

He had Addison's.

Your last patient. You were right.

I gave him one shot of cortisol
and he woke up like Rip Van Winkle.

Oh, your mommy's in such trouble.

She's such a liar.

That's why you don't have a daddy.
That's why she had to...

How does one person...

end up with two different sets of DNA?

- We've been through this.
- Our assumptions are faulty.

We've confirmed two different
sets of DNA. We re-ran the sequence.

I didn't say the lab work was faulty,
I said our assumptions were faulty.

We assumed he's a person.

Of course.

The aliens didn't just visit him,
they replaced him.

You're being silly.

What if he's not a person?
What if he's two persons?

- I'm not getting the metaphor.
- No metaphor.

Chase said the mom used
in vitro fertilization, right?

- Yeah, they had trouble conceiving.
- Kid was right all along.

He was implanted with something.

Back when he was young. I mean,
really young. Like 12 cells young.

In vitro increases
the likelihood of twinning.

But he doesn't have a twin.

Not walking around...

But in vitro fertilization
costs around 25 grand a pop.

So doctors implant two to six embryos
to make sure you get your money's worth.

The problem is, there's not always
enough bedrooms for all the kiddies.

Two brothers get stuck sharing,
but there's no bunk beds.

So they cuddle up to keep
warm and they never untangle.

He's two people in one.

It's called chimerism.

Unfortunately, his brother's...

like a bad doubles partner.

The guy just takes up space,
gets in the way.

Clancy's body thinks he's gonna put
away the easy winners, his brother just

keeps swatting the balls into the net.

We gotta get him off the court.

So does that mean that you can
find the bad cells in his brain or not?

Sure, abandon the metaphor. Fine.

Clancy thinks differently
than his brother because he thinks.

If we induce an alien abduction...

Wait, what the hell
are you talking about?

The foreign DNA has got to
be in the portion of your son's brain

that makes him believe
that he's being abducted.

If we stimulate those
neurons with an electric probe,

we can trick your son's
brain into hallucinating.

Your son's neurons will light up,

and his brother's
cells will remain dark.

Those are the ones we cut out.

You're talking about brain surgery.

I'm talking about really
cool brain surgery.

One of your sons will die.

But the taller one won't
be so annoying anymore.

- So I have a twin?
- Not really.

What's on the card?

Light bulb.

Start us out at ten.

I'm not doing that.

It was all me, kid. Sorry.

You're in motor function.

Try two centimeters back.

- He lives inside me.
- Sort of.

That tickles. Stop tickling my feet.

You're in sensory. Getting closer.

- What do you see on this one?
- Moon and stars.

So...

I am kind of weird?

We're all kind of weird.

No!

- Clancy?
- We got something.

- What do you see?
- The light.

Here they come.

I think.

Brain waves indicate mild hallucination.
Neurons are lighting up.

- Any dark spots?
- Area's too fuzzy.

Hallucination isn't strong enough.

Turn up the juice.

His blood pressure's already
at 160 over 110. Any higher and...

Riding the short bus
is better than not breathing.

Take us to 100.

Area's still too fuzzy
to make any kind of distinction.

Crank it up higher.

You've already exceeded
the pre-set maximum.

Next step's brain damage.

They're gonna get you.

They're coming through the walls.

They're gonna take you, torture you.

You'll never see your parents again.

Clancy,

can you hear me?

Clancy?

You got them.

We got 'em all.

Close him up.

Everything's gonna be normal again.

You believe what Cuddy tried to pull?

What now?

She lied to me.

She cured my patient with my diagnosis,
then she lied to me about it.

- That doesn't sound like her.
- You're right.

Does sound like you, though.

What exactly did Cuddy tell you?

Nothing that your body language
isn't telling me right now.

So what was the plan?

I'd feel so humbled

by missing a case that I'd

re-evaluate my entire life, question
the nature of truth and goodness,

- and become Cameron?
- Something like that.

More that if we told you the truth,

that you'd solved a case based
on absolutely no medical proof,

you'd think you were God.

And I was worried your wings would melt.

God doesn't limp.