All language subtitles for S06E12 - Moving the Chains

Good explosion!
Drive it, drive it, drive it!

You watching 777 I'm
watching everybody.

You don't need to watch
everybody, you need to watch 77.

You his agent?

Just an objective mom.

His explosion is impressive.

It's not just burst,
he can pull, too.

You know, the only reason
he went to a double A school,

he was a bit of a late bloomer,
but he's a big man now.

You should be his agent.

Nice pancake, Seven Seven.

You're moving up
those draft boards.

Thank you, sir.

- 01, 01, ready?
- Break!

Set!

Blue 90. Hike.

Good job!
Second level, nice!

Get off my quarterback!

Play's over!
The play is over!

Save the
aggression for between the whistles!

Daryl!

All right, back to work!

Daryl!

Daryl, stop!

What are you doing?

Canoeing, but I seem
to be taking on water.

This is not okay.
Use your own bathroom.

No canoe in my bathroom.

My leg hurts, soaking
makes it feel better.

You were the one who
had to have this condo.

Maybe next time you
should consider amenities,

like two full baths, instead of
just the joy of outbidding Cuddy.

The guy who signs the loan
gets to pick the bedrooms.

Stay out of mine.

Well, then you owe me 35 bucks

for the grab rail I installed.

Hit the kill screen,
boss is here.

It's not porn,
it's our new patient.

Bummer.

Twenty-two-year-old male,
6'7", 310 pounds.

Clearly has brain involvement.

The guy has no recollection
of this entire incident.

Football player.

Those are the ones that
get hit in the head a lot, right?

ER CTed him.

No concussion, no stroke,
no cortical degeneration.

And he had a full psych
evaluation. He's not crazy.

So it's roid rage.

You don't think they grow
them that big naturally?

ER also tested for steroids,
he's clean.

Only proving that our guy
got his hands on the good stuff.

The negative test at least
means steroids is less likely.

We should discuss
other possibilities.

Why?

He injects his sore ankles
with Lidocaine every game,

you think he's above
injecting steroids?

Repeated head trauma could
damage the base of the brain,

leading to a pituitary
adenoma, which leaks GnRH.

Pituitary damage wouldn't
be visible on a CT scan.

Could cause the excess
hormones that could cause the rage

and would elude
the ER's steroid test.

Fine. Bilateral venous sampling
to find the elevated GnRH,

MRI to find
the pituitary damage.

Unless, of course, there
is no pituitary damage,

in which case, our guy got
his hands on the good stuff.

Foreman. Let the
peasants handle the peasantry.

Your brother needs to get
picked up this afternoon.

From prison.

Your older brother, in case
your confusion is related...

How do you know about that?

He left a message.

He said he couldn't get you
on your cell or at home.

I get it, you're busy,
you'll pick him up

the next time he
comes out of prison.

Is that all?

You're officially unbusy.
Family is family.

Take the rest of the day,
go see your brother.

I have work to do.

Do you feel any pain
that's deep and persistent?

Not just muscles or joints.

Everything hurts all
the time. That's football.

It might not be just football.

We're going to test for
damage to your pituitary.

If there is, it could
create excess hormones,

which could be
causing your pain.

It would also explain
your rage attack.

And if my pituitary is damaged,

how long would it take to treat?

I don't want to get
ahead of ourselves

and start promising deadlines.

I'm sorry, Doctor,

but he's playing
in front of pro scouts,

coaches and GMs this Saturday.

This is the job interview
for the rest of his life.

If we do find something wrong,

we can go in through the nose

and repair the damage,
nothing too invasive.

You'll need a couple
of days of recovery,

and then we can have
you back by game time.

Thank you, Doctor.

There's nothing wrong
with your eyes.

Well, then, your gizmo's
broken. I'm seeing spots.

Or you enlisted, you got the cool
haircut and the awesome pants,

then you realized
that your plane ticket

to the Middle East was coach,

and you decided to
rethink your promise.

No. I've already
been there.

Three deployments. Now
they want me to go again.

But my wife's pregnant.

So our Homeland should be unsafe

because your Private was unsafe?

Look, my wife and I
planned this perfect.

My enlistment was supposed
to be over last week,

so we got pregnant
six months ago.

Now they tell me
I'm getting stop-lossed.

Army speak for they don't care

about the fact that I've
finished my contract.

I don't care about the
fact that they don't care.

Hey, come on, I waited an extra
hour just to make sure I got you.

Why?

I saw you limping out there.

Vietnam?

Viet...

How old do you think I am?

I don't know.
Vietnam age?

Well, back in my day

the real dodgers had the
stones to run off to Canada

or shoot themselves in the foot.

They didn't come to free
clinics whining for doctors' notes.

Go hug your wife, tell
her to get a babysitter,

and you'll be back in time
to video the kid's first steps.

Yeah, I don't need
to see the scan.

I can tell from your little puppy
dog eyes that his pituitary's fine.

Are you gonna say it,
or should I?

You were right
about the steroids.

You're a genius.

Next time, with feeling.

Put the cheater on
a somatostatin analogue

to clear it out of his system,

send him back to
his football game.

I've never done steroids.

Well, somehow your
GnRH got elevated.

This will help get it back down.

Mom, I swear!

Who's gonna draft you, Daryl?

You're stupid enough
to try that stuff,

especially the week you
know you're getting tested?

You guys must have
mixed up your labs

or got somebody else's blood,

because I never...

Okay, what is that?

Tachycardia.
Lay back down, Daryl.

Why's my heart
beating like this?

It's not steroids.

I need some adenosine, and
get that crash cart over here.

House, next time...

Marcus.

Oh, right.
You two know each other.

What are you doing here?

Interviewing.

Oh.

Who are we kidding?
Interview's over, you got the job.

What job?

My new assistant.

Part of his parole,
he needs a job.

Just trying to do my part.

You were wrong
about the steroids.

Patient had a
paroxysmal tachycardia.

We cardioverted him
back to sinus rhythm.

We're going to get a EKG
and a sestamibi scan.

Marcus, let's talk outside.

Family is family.

Hey, good to see you, too.

Did you have a hard stretch?

Not bad, I hardly
got raped at all.

You can't work here.

But your boss says I can.

I'm not playing.

Lighten up.
I mean, this could be fun.

I get to see your world. You
get me access to the pharmacy.

I am playing. Come
on, man. You look good.

I'd already know that, if you
came to visit every once in a while,

but whatever, I get it.
It's cool.

You don't wanna see me,
you don't wanna pick me up.

It's all justified.

I'll just have to
win you back over.

Let me explain something. This
man who's offering you the job?

He's not a philanthropist.

He seems more helpful than you.

He doesn't want to help you,

he only wants to use you
to screw with me.

You know how you
can screw with him?

Act like your brother getting
a job doesn't screw with you.

Trust me, it'll be better for
both of us if you go back in there

and tell him you
can't take the job.

I'm not a person who has
the luxury of turning down jobs.

Well, figure something out

because you cannot work here.

House!

Okay...

We spent all night, used
all the fancy machines.

Patient's heart looks fine.

Well, if it was fine,
it wouldn't go aflutter

just because you
walked into the room.

Light whip, two extra shots.

Thank you, sir.

Judging by the look
on your face,

I assume you're upset
that big bro

didn't take your advice
and skip town.

You told him about
our conversation?

He bought me breakfast.

It was fun. Put lunch in
the books, just you and me.

Our patient could have a PFO.

Well, naturally you jump
right to a urinary issue.

PFO's not urinary,
it's a heart issue.

It is? Oh.

Well, naturally you think
it's not a urinary issue

because you're so embarrassed

about your own
past urinary issues,

you don't dare
broach the subject.

Oh, come on.

You spending the night
over at Bobby Samson's?

I did not wet the bed,
I spilled a drink.

We're not buying it, Eric.
We never bought it.

Why are you telling him
these things?

What's the big deal?
It was 25 years ago.

Oxygenated and
de-oxygenated blood mix,

the rough flow causes a clot,
explains the heart and head.

Like that power forward from
Loyola Marymount when he...

Hank Gathers? That's
not what happened to him.

Whoa, let your brother speak.

What happened to Hank Gathers?

Conference tournament.

Alley-oop dunk, jams it home,

then he runs up
the court and splat.

He dropped dead of a heart
thing right there on the court.

I remember that.
On autopsy they found

he had a hypertrophic
cardiomyopathy.

Rage and tachycardia
are warning signs.

Seriously?

Because my brother remembers
a basketball game?

Hey, I don't care
where an idea comes from,

as long as it makes sense
and embarrasses someone.

Are you out of your mind?

As a former psychiatric patient,

I take offense at
that terminology.

All' I did was
ban you from my tub.

Whatever happened
to proportional response?

Whatever happened
to coherent conversation?

That thing broke tiles, gashed
the walls, and pooped everywhere.

Expect a bill for repairs.
And payback.

What was that?

I have no idea.

Everybody else thinks hypertrophic
cardiomyopathy makes sense?

Good, stick the
patient on a treadmill.

Stress his heart until it stops.

You want to induce
cardiac arrest?

The only real treatment is for the
patient never to stress his heart again,

which means we have to tell him
to retire at the ripe old age of 21.

Stopping his heart speaks
louder than words. Go.

Maybe it's a good thing. He gave
your brother a job, responsibility.

I'm not arguing that
he shouldn't have a job,

I just don't want him
having one here.

I understand that House
did this to annoy you,

but why is he succeeding?

You know what my brother did

the last time
he got out of prison?

He stole money from
my parents to buy drugs.

He robbed a liquor store, then he
moved on to jacking luxury cars...

Last time.

Every time.

I've known my brother
for over 30 years.

You haven't even
known him a day.

I'm sorry.

The exterminator charged 250

to get the opossum out of there,

and the contractor estimates
1,500 to fix the bathroom.

And why are you
jerking Foreman around?

Because it's fun.

Maybe you should give
those bills to the guy

who left his own
bathroom window open.

Your motives always run
deeper than simple fun.

I want to learn more
about one of my employees

so that I can manipulate him

and destroy him if and when I
choose. Information is power.

Not buying it.

Okay.

Why don't you tell me
my real evil plan?

I don't think
there is an evil plan.

You regret not having a
relationship with your own family,

and you don't want to see
Foreman go down that same path.

I think you're
actually being nice.

Oh, shut up.

You can't accuse me
of an opossum attack

and underhanded kindness
in the same visit.

Then I'll come back.

Treadmill test was a bust.

The guy's in unbelievable shape,

we couldn't get his
heart rate above 150.

Your boss is secretly
a very nice man.

I know.

If we can't
recreate the cardiac event,

we can't prove
hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.

Either we find
a bigger treadmill, or...

Did I miss the memo
about you being released?

I'm feeling fine.
I can't keep laying here

in this bed, missing practices.

All excellent points.
Give me your arm.

What's in the shot?

It's a vasodilator.

Since we can't exercise your
son's heart on the treadmill,

we're gonna have
to do it chemically.

What's wrong?

You're turning white.

What does that mean?

It means he doesn't need
football to get a good job anymore.

Raynaud's Phenomenon.

Vasospasms cut off the
blood supply to his fingers,

could be early onset
rheumatoid arthritis.

His rheumatoid
factor is negative.

Arterial plaque throwing clots

would explain the fingers,
head, heart.

You really think
a guy with stenosis

could've aced
that treadmill test?

You're kidding me.
You got him a desk?

And a nameplate. Man's got to
have a place he can call his own.

What about Takayasu's arteritis?

Lymphoma's a better fit.

We should remove his spleen.

Bold move to skip
straight to surgery.

His big game's coming up,
we don't have time to biopsy,

wait for the pathology report,
and resect.

Right. We should remove
his spleen without confirmation

so he won't miss the big game.

Hang an ethanol drip.

That won't treat for either
lymphoma or Takayasu's.

If it's lymphoma, the
ethanol will make him itchy,

and Foreman can
remove his spleen.

If it's Takayasu's,
he'll lose his radial pulse,

and Chase can
start him on steroids.

Marcus!

What are you doing here?

My new assignment is to
shadow you into enemy territory

and document your
every word to the patient.

Just don't say anything stupid.

You're not an idiot.
Don't do this.

Come on, man.
I'm a new person now.

No more drugs, no more lying.

And if I can't get my own family

to give me an opportunity
to prove that,

then what's the point?

Mom and Dad gave you a chance.

And a second.
And a third.

I'm not about to
give you a 54th.

Why isn't your minion
fetching your lunch?

He's busy spying on
his little brother.

What?

That's very demeaning.

You obviously have a theory as to
why demeaning is not demeaning.

You're escalating to prove I
was wrong about you being nice.

Which you would only do
if I was right.

Do you even listen to yourself?

Twenty-three-year-old just
came in to the ER, asked for you.

What's her cup size?

I don't think his cup size
is relevant to his condition.

He accidentally
shot himself in the foot.

Oh, for...

Seriously?

I give you a choice
between moving to Canada

and shooting yourself
in the foot,

and you choose the bullet?

I didn't want to be a fugitive.

You think this is
gonna get you discharged?

We'll patch it up and
send you right back.

Well, don't patch it up.

Look, you got screwed over

by your own government
and that sucks.

But all you're going
to get out of this

is a five-day vacation
and a band-aid.

When I signed up,
I was just a guy.

Now I'm about to be a dad.

I go back over, there's a chance

my kid grows up
without a father.

You got a girl pregnant.
You're still just a guy.

How much longer we have to wait?

We have to keep going until
you start feeling something.

Might help if you told me
what I'm supposed to feel.

I do that, that's all
you'll be thinking about.

Then you'll be telling me
that's what you're feeling.

Power of suggestion.

The other black dude who was
in here earlier, he your brother?

What gave it away?

The way you looked at him.

I have two older brothers, and
we always want to kill each other.

Something wrong?

Not really.
Just feels itchy.

Is that what you
were waiting for?

Means lymphoma's most likely.

But that's actually good news.

How can that be good news?

Because it's treatable,

we can remove your spleen
tonight laparoscopically.

Will I be up and
around by Saturday?

We can get to the
radiation in the off-season.

Hey, Ma. Wake up.
Ma, wake up. I'm itchy.

Means I can play.

What are you doing in the dark?

Lying in wait.

Jeez, what happened
to your face?

Right, play innocent.

Like you weren't
looking for revenge

for the prank
that I didn't pull.

It's karmic justice,
but I didn't do it.

Of course you realize,
this means war.

Isolating
the gastroepiploic artery.

Nearly there.

Foreman, come and
take a look at this.

Liver's inflamed.

So the itching wasn't
caused by his spleen.

It's not lymphoma.

What happened to your face?

Wilson annexed the Sudetenland.

No abnormal T-cells or B-cells,

it's definitely not lymphoma.

Liver biopsy only revealed
non-specific inflammation.

Kind of like the time

you took your mom's
birth control pills on a dare

and ended up with
swollen nipples.

That never happened.
Right.

And your nickname all the way
up through high school wasn't Erica.

It wasn't.

Okay, I may have
made that one up.

With the understanding that my
brother still had his sense of humor

and would figure
out to play along.

Polymyositis would
explain the head,

liver, heart,
even the white fingers.

Would also be accompanied by a
significant decrease in muscle power.

Marcus, chance to
redeem yourself.

Does our patient
look strong to you?

Sorry, Eric. Big brother
disagrees with your diagnosis.

Felty syndrome?

You said the liver was
inflamed, not the spleen.

Can you believe they let
this guy perform surgery?

What are you doing?

Requesting permission
to share my idea

without being belittled in
front of your new assistant.

Permission denied.
Continue.

Our patient has cartilage
damage in both ankles,

he gets Lidocaine shots before
every game to mask the pain.

Team doctor uses the same
needle twice by accident?

Viral hepatitis.

Do you think he's
an idiot, Marcus?

I don't think he's an idiot.

Okay.
Go test his blood.

Come on. We have
a lunch scheduled.

So you jerked me around.

Your allegiance lies with
your brother. I get it. Admirable.

But here's the problem. I
hired you to tell me the truth.

If you don't do that,
you no longer have a job.

I don't know what secret
you're looking to uncover,

but my brother is a decent guy.

He was arrested
for grand theft auto.

You're gonna be disappointed.

Try me.

He tell you I was with him?

Was it your idea?

We did everything together,

I don't know whose idea it was.

I was 16, he was only 14.

Little punk couldn't even
see over the steering wheel,

but he was quicker
with a Flathead screwdriver

than most people with a key.

Sorry to interrupt my character
assassination with boring medical stuff,

but when we drew
the patient's blood

it clotted right there
in the vacutainer.

So the problem is not in
his blood, it's the blood itself.

He's been working out in
the cold, doing two-a-days,

it's got to be cryoglobulinemia.

I usually love breaking
bad news, but in this case...

Start the patient on warfarin.

I am so sorry about that.
You were saying?

We drove for about 10 minutes

before we got caught
and that was it.

When mom came
down to the station,

she didn't say a word
the whole ride home.

She came to the driveway,
turned off the car.

We're sitting in there
in silence.

And then,
without turning around,

she said,
"I'll pray for you."

Then she got out of the car.

Wow. You got off easy.

Easy for you, easy for
me. Not easy for Eric.

His life mission became to never
disappoint our mother like that again.

Because he is a good guy.

Thought he would tell
that story at the eulogy,

but I heard he didn't give one.

Your mother's dead?

If he didn't tell you,
I'm sure he had a reason.

Look, you can mock him all
you want about peeing the bed,

but please don't
bring up our mother.

Your blood contains an abnormally
high volume of certain proteins,

called cryoglobulins.

They become thick
when it gets cold outside.

It's like a car trying to run
after the oil's turned to sludge.

We think that's what's been
causing all your problems.

So I just need a quick oil
change and I'm good to go.

This oil change isn't so quick.

We have to put you on blood
thinners and other medications.

The process will take
two to three weeks,

but after that, you should be
able to play without a problem.

After that,
it's not gonna matter.

Doctor, if Daryl doesn't
play in front of the scouts

on Saturday,
he won't get drafted.

Can't you wait
until after the game?

If we wait and let him play,

there's a good chance
he dies right on the field.

I had an epiphany.

Usually that precedes you
walking away with purpose, so...

Flathead screwdriver.

And then I say...

It's not a game, it's proof

that you didn't rig the
grab rail and make me fall.

I already have proof of that.

The fact that I didn't do it.

I can't go on that.

But I can go on the fact

that I had to borrow a
Flathead screwdriver from Nora

to install the thing because
we only had a Phillips head.

Then, of course, I
returned it late that night

in a completely successful
effort to see her braless.

Whoa! Wait. Wait a
minute. Wait a minute.

Which means that you didn't have
the tool to sabotage the grab rail.

Braless? Under, like,
a sweater? Or, like, a...

Now I also have proof that I'm
not responsible for the opossum

because I'm absolving you of
responsibility instead of escalating,

which you know is
not in my nature.

So someone is breaking into
our place just to screw with us?

The opossum was meant for me.

I'm so tired. It was
exciting until about 2:00 a.m.

Now it's just torture.

Did you even go to college?

This is the escalation,
isn't it?

Keeping me up all night.

Nothing happens, then you keep
me up all night again tomorrow.

This is your retaliation.

You see, that's just illogical,

'cause I'm staying up, too.

Maybe you napped all day.

I gave you empirical proof
that I did not prank you.

No. No, you did not. You
created empirical proof

that I didn't prank you,

selling me on the notion
that you didn't prank me.

Maybe you self-pranked.

I don't masterprank.

Is that cut on
your cheek even real?

See? This is exactly what our
nemesis wants. Divide and conquer.

Can't you see that?

Okay.
I'm going to bed.

I'm telling you,
if we sleep now,

we're going to wake up
next to severed horse heads.

Or worse, the rest of it.

Oh!

House!

The flatscreen!

You would never
sacrifice the flatscreen.

Oh, this guy's good.

Is there a reason for this?

There is
a reason for everything, mes amis.

I am troubled to report that
we have a criminal in our midst.

Guilty of what, exactly?

Last night the fire sprinklers
flooded our apartment.

And before that, I found
an opossum in my bathtub.

You each had motive,
you each had opportunity.

This is the emergency
you paged me about?

Not so fast, Mademoiselle Cuddy.

No one leaves here
until they can account

for their whereabouts
the evening last.

Bye.

Okay.
No one who is employed by me

leaves here until they account

for their whereabouts
the evening last.

What about you, Professor Chase?

Why would I?

Because you hold me responsible

for breaking up your marriage.

I was here all night
with Thirteen

monitoring our patient's
IV blood thinners.

Can either of you prove that?

The patient's alive
and improving.

Is that proof enough?

For now.

What about you, Colonel Taub?

I was out to dinner
with my wife.

Really? Your wife?

Yes, really.

Good enough. 'Cause I
had you pegged all along.

You certainly had all
the motive in the world.

First of all,
I'm not interested.

Second, I don't even know
where you guys live.

Yesterday, I confirmed
that you are a liar.

What are you talking about?

Well, at least
a liar by omission.

House!

Don't.

Get this, class.
Foreman's mom died.

He ever tell any of you?

House, I think you're
getting off topic here.

Is he serious?
Did your mom pass away?

About three months ago.

I'm so sorry.

Why didn't you tell anybody?

And to top it off,

he refused to say anything
nice about her at the funeral.

I didn't talk because
it isn't anyone's business.

Stop. You don't have to
explain yourself to this guy.

You want to hit me, don't you?

Marcus, don't.

I quit.

You should stop him.
He needs this job.

Our patient needs a fresh IV.

I don't need two to three weeks.

See?
Got my color back.

It means you're getting
better, but it doesn't...

Means I am better. My coach
had the team doctor come by.

He cleared me to play.

Did your team doctor realize
you're on blood thinners?

I'm off them now.

You're still sick.

You're not ready
to go off your meds.

Daryl, listen to him.
It is not worth the risk...

I'll come back on Sunday, Mom.

You guys can give me
all the meds I need then.

The treatment
doesn't work that way.

Please, go with him.

The antibiotics aren't working.

We're going to switch you
to different ones,

but you're going
to lose your toe.

Outstanding, soldier!

As a general rule, before you
celebrate, do a little research.

The Army's Medical
Evaluation Board

is perfectly fine with
nine-toed infantrymen,

as long as they
can walk and run.

So I lost a toe for nothing?

Afraid so.

Unless you want me to
keep you on the old antibiotics.

We can let the infection spread,

then we can amputate
more than just a toe.

Why are you risking
your life for this?

Your mom doesn't want you to.

My mom sacrificed
everything for me.

Her telling me not to come here

is just another example of that.

I do good out there,

I could take care of her
for the rest of her life.

Who am I if I don't sacrifice
for her? That's family.

You okay?

Everything's blurry.

I can't see.

Take me back to the hospital.

The blindness means
we were wrong about...

Actually,
I'm responsible for that.

I spiked his water bottle with
nitrates. Dropped his blood pressure,

robbed oxygen rich blood
from his brain, making him blind.

I figured a temporarily
blind patient

is better than
a permanently dead one.

His vision was
already coming back

by the time I dropped
him off at the hospital.

Well played. If only we could
combine your medical chicanery

with your brother's
ability to fetch me mochas,

you'd be the perfect Foreman.

Where are you?

I'm busy.

Great, so we don't
have a new symptom.

Means we should just stick
him back on his blood thinners,

and he should be okay
to leave in a couple weeks.

Actually, we do
have a new symptom.

Any of you take a look
at his readmittance chart?

Between the time he checked in

and the time he re-checked in,

our patient lost a single pound.

Patient like that would
usually shed over 10 pounds.

The obvious answer
would be steroids,

but since we've
already ruled them out...

So he's not injecting, but he
could be getting them naturally.

Paraneoplastic syndrome,

the body produces
antibodies which battle cancer,

which could also act
like growth hormone.

We've eliminated lymphoma. What
other cancers mimic growth hormone?

Lung, pancreatic,
renal, breast...

It was a rhetorical question,
I don't really care.

Go test him for all of them.

What are you doing here?

You need a job.

Maybe I can talk to House,

see if I can get your job back.

As soon as he knows you're
okay with me being there,

he won't want me back.

Maybe I can help you
figure out something else.

I promise I won't let you down.

Don't do that.

Let's just see how it goes.

So do they mandate you to
stay here at the halfway house,

or can you come stay
with family?

It's Foreman.

Well, it should stop
now that Marcus left.

Well, that's the whole point.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Was my leg sticking out?

I'm so distracted lately, trying
to think of something funnier

than fire sprinklers going off

in the middle of the night.
Any ideas?

Whoa. Easy there, tiger. I know
where you live. You know how I know?

'Cause my girlfriend and I,

we tried to buy
that very same condo.

Why don't you
leave me out of this?

Wilson was the one
who bought the place.

And you're living there.
You deserve to suffer equally.

Actually, I've suffered more
now that you just tripped me.

Hey, hey. I'm...

His suffering will equal out
because he actually feels remorse.

Why would you out yourself?

You can't even imagine
the retribution.

There won't be any. I'm
ceasing all offensive operations.

I've both made my point and
established my superiority.

And if you even get to the
planning stages of retaliation,

I will tell Cuddy that she lost
her dream place to you two.

See, she's under
this odd impression

that you guys are her friends.

There's no cancer.

We scanned him head to toe,

we checked blood smears
for leukemia,

we even ultrasounded his
chest looking for breast cancer.

Maybe I was wrong
about the weight loss.

You weren't wrong. We
found blood in his catheter bag.

His kidneys are failing.

So it has to be cancer.

Paraneoplastic syndrome
is the only thing

that can link kidney,
heart and liver,

even the rage.

Then why can't we find it?

We've looked everywhere
inside this guy.

What if it's not inside?

You know why you're black?

'Cause God loves me
more than he loves you.

Hmm. What I was going for
was melanin. You got lots of it.

Makes your skin dark,

protects you from
the sun's harmful UV rays.

What are you doing?

Unfortunately, it also prevents

even those with advanced
medical degrees

from considering melanoma
as a diagnosis. Other hand.

On the rare occasion that
black people do get skin cancer,

they usually get it
on their white parts,

like the palms and
soles of the feet.

But your hands and feet are
so smashed up from football

that my team would
likely have written off

any skin blemish as a bruise.

But now that I know that
melanoma is the only thing that fits...

Come take a look at this, Mom.

There's the thorn in the panther's
paw. Paraneoplastic syndrome.

Your body forms antibodies
to fight the tumor.

Those tiny little proteins travel
through your blood and wreak havoc.

We remove the cancerous mole,
everything should be fine.

I'll tell Dr. Chase
to schedule the surgery.

Why bother?
Ll missed my shot.

What kind of life
am I gonna lead now?

Did you study really,
really hard?

Then the same crappy life

that the rest of the guys you'll be
graduating with are going to lead,

minus the student loans.

Hey, you ready?

Almost.

And done.

I heard House and Wilson are
getting pranked by someone.

You wouldn't know anything
about that, would you?

No.

And why should I believe you?

You said I had a trusting face.

I still don't understand why you
wouldn't let me retaliate, though.

They stole your dream.

Well, that's overstating it.
It's just a condo.

It's not because you feel
guilty about hurting House?

Or guilty for being with me?

We'll buy another one.

I just don't see the need
to make a war out of it.

Well, I think
you're rationalizing,

which a less confident man
than myself

might take as a sign that
you're second guessing...

Okay. You know what?
Forget that last part.

I heard Foreman and his brother

are trying to work things out.

That's nice for them.

It's nice of you.

You didn't provoke Marcus to
quit so the pranks would stop.

You were becoming the common
enemy they could bond over.

You are the diabolical,
yet benevolent puppetmaster.

I provoked Marcus to quit because
he was no longer useful to me.

I hired him to get
information, I got information.

Uh-huh.

And how are we going
to get back at Lucas?

We're not.

I win.