All language subtitles for House - [5x07] - The Itch

(MUFFLED THUDDING)

(DISTORTED)
He's got a good pulse.

Maintain head stabilization
and flip him over.

On my count, guys.
Ready? Go.

Sir, we're paramedics.

The mailman saw you
having a seizure.

We had to break
down your door.

You know what
your name is?

On my count, one,
two, three, up.

We're taking you
to the hospital.

I can't. No, I can't.
No, I can't...

Hey, buddy, buddy,
we're trying to help.

PARAMEDIC: Sir.
Stay out of my house.

You just had a seizure,
you could have a stroke,
a bleed in your brain.

Leave me alone.

35-year-old male, crushing
headache, and three seizures
in the last two days.

So it's a bleed, a clot,
a tumor, metabolic
or infection.

Stick him in the CT and...
Can't.

I'm assuming he has
a giant head.

Severe agoraphobe.
The world scares
the hell out of him.

So we can only test him
with whatever
we can take to him.

Fun.
The agoraphobia
a symptom?

Only of being shot.

He and his girlfriend were
mugged seven years ago.
It's when it started.

Anybody can hate humanity
after getting shot.

It takes a big man
to hate it beforehand.

How did you get this case,
if he didn't come to the ER?

I talked to him through
his door when he
had flu last year.

I run the Community
Outreach Program now.

See? Perfectly
reasonable explanation.

She's definitely not here
trying to work her way
back on the team

and steal your job
or anything.

It's a legitimate question.
He agreed to
meet with us.

But even if I can get
inside his house,

his brain is
a black box.

We can pick this up
in a minute.

What's this?
Takeout menus.

But I'm hoping
you'll come up
with a better answer

when everyone asks
what we're talking about.

Last night...
Forget it.

I know this is awkward,
but we need to talk.

There's a reason that
we've evolved the feeling
of awkwardness.

It tells us not to talk
about things.

I was emotional
because of the adoption
falling through,

and you actually let
your human side show
for a moment.

That is why we kissed.

I just want to say
thank you for
not taking advantage.

You're welcome. Any time
you want to stop kissing,
I'm there for you.

Portable equipment can't
distinguish a bleed or
a tumor, can't see vasculitis.

What did Cuddy want?

I kind of hit that
last night, so now
she's all on my jock.

Wow. She looks pretty good
for someone on roofies.

The only equipment
we have is a sonogram
and a portable x-ray.

What part of "olivine,
pyroxene and amphibole"
don't you understand?

Pyroxene?
"Pyro" means "fire."

CAMERON: They're
indicator minerals.

You can't see diamonds,
so you look for the
indicator minerals.

I assume the diamond
is the tumor or bleed
or whatever it is.

Provoke a seizure.

The indicator is the increased
electrical activity focused
around the abnormality.

We do an EEG,
see the focus,

see where the problem is,
which tells us what
the problem is.

The Formster and the Camster,
kicking it old school.

Thank God she's not
trying to steal your job.

Go do it, and search
the home for toxins.

NOZICK: I agreed to talk,
not to let you in.

You could be
very sick.

We need access.
I'm just not ready.

Why does he have
two locked doors?

He must use this
room as an airlock.

Deliveries in, garbage out,
he never has to go outside.

Just tell us when you are.
We're not going away.

Seriously?
THIRTEEN: You want
her to admit

that all he has to do is
ignore us for a few minutes
and we'll take off?

He was shot,
girlfriend killed.

He probably has
post-traumatic stress
disorder.

He doesn't believe
in a just universe,
he doesn't trust anyone.

Give him some honesty.

I shouldn't have implied
we'd wait forever.

We've got a whole hospital
full of patients. We can give
you a few minutes,

but eventually, if you don't
let us in we're going
to have to leave.

NOZICK: Just one person
comes in.

No, we've got to search
the whole house for toxins.

How about I examine you
in one room, and my colleagues
will do the search?

(LOCKS CLICKING)

I'm going to try to
provoke a seizure.

I need you to look
straight ahead, okay?

Yeah.

Are you all right?
Yeah, I just...

I haven't been in a room
with anyone for a while.

Okay, can you just
give me a second?
Sure.

Okay.

You're the person
I talked to through
the door last year, right?

Yeah.
You were nice.

And smart. Kind of made me
expect someone older.

I'm not that young.

Must have been
scary being shot.
Don't do that. Okay.

You don't know me.

I've got everything
I want here.

I make a lot of money
writing tech manuals.

I get stuff delivered.
I work out.

I see anything I want over
the Web. I'm happy here.

You don't seem
very happy.
Right now I'm not.

Go away.

(SIGHS)

Did you speak to
Cuddy last night?
She's fine.

Why would it take anyone
more than a few hours to get
over misplacing a baby?

You spoke to her?

Kind of hit that,
so she's all on my jock.

(EXCLAIMING IN DISBELIEF)

What?

Huh!

Everyone else thought
I was kidding.

You "hit"? Like making out
or full-on sex or...

I've got a chart laid out
with all the bases,
I'll take you through it.

What are you
going to do?
What can I do?

I'm gonna ignore her
for the rest of my life.

This mosquito bite
kept me awake...

Don't care
about the bug bite.

She's your boss.

So now I have two reasons
to ignore her.

It was just a kiss.

There's a reason...
Yes, those large
things in her bra.

...you were hiding it
from me. Means it meant
something to you.

Yeah, I fiendishly
concealed it within
the phrase "I hit that."

Stop scratching,
you'll draw blood.

Finally, you said
something useful.

I'm just gonna break
the skin and let
the poison out.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

If you dated Cuddy,
there would...

Sorry, I get better reception
when you're not here.

What do you got?
TAUB: His place is
totally clean.

No animals. No hidden
drugs or alcohol.
No lead in the paint.

And since you're not
breathing hard,

I assume you're not holding
Cameron aloft in triumph,
which means no seizures.

Hey, speaking of breathing
hard... Cameron,
you engaged to Chase yet?

THIRTEEN: Sorry,
we should have clarified.

We're calling about
the patient,
not Dr. Cameron's love life.

We aren't engaged.

Moves things along
much faster if you just
give him the answers.

Seizures can also
be induced through...

After six years?
A year-and-a-half.

Through sleep
deprivation or...

Sleep deprivation
would take too long.

You living together?
We spend most
nights together.

There's a bunch of drugs
that can lower
a seizure threshold.

And cloud the diagnosis
with side effects.

His place or yours?
His, usually.

Interesting.
You would have
said "interesting"

no matter
what the answer.

And no matter what
the answer, it would
have been interesting.

No engagement,
commitment issues.

His place, control issues.
Not sure whose,
but, interesting.

Yeah, moves
much faster this way.

Where was the patient
when he had his
first seizure?

In his entry hallway,
getting his mail.

And getting close
to the outdoors.

It spooked him,
raised his BP.
Now use that fear.

Bring him outside.

He punched out
a fireman.

We're doctors,
not bouncers.

Okay. So bring the
outside to him.

Floor's
genuine wood.

Why are they here?

They overheard me
announce the half-price
bank foreclosure

in the ER waiting room.
Where is everybody?

Cameron's with the patient,
everybody else went home.

Because they don't need
to be here. Neither do you,
and yet you are.

This way.

Moldings original?
Original? They were here
before the house.

The shut-in
is also original.

Come on,
don't be shy.
House, get them
out of here.

Easy for you to say,
you're not going to be making
some serious capital gains.

(GROANING)
This is cruel.

And leaving him
undiagnosed is what,
altruistic?

Procedure worked.
He's seizing.

What do you see?

Normal theta,
normal delta.

This isn't a seizure.

It's something.

Mr. Nozick,
are you okay?

My stomach.
It's killing me.

See? It's something.

KUTNER: Partial small
bowel obstruction.

Blockage explains the pain.
What explains the
blockage plus seizures?

Atrial fibrillation
throwing emboli.

Crohn's causing
an abscess.

It could be
a million things.

There's no way to know
unless we get him in
for an MRI on his head,

or exploratory surgery
so we can biopsy
his bowels,

which he won't
let us do.
Wouldn't.

Pain changes things.

House.

He told you to
stay out of here.

He can chase me out
once he's done
doubling up in agony.

Whatever your big problem is
has caused a complication
we call "colon FOS."

"F-O", "full of," since
we're in mixed company,
"S" is "stool."

Nothing is coming out,
so the pain's gonna
get worse and worse.

So we need to stick
a pooper scooper in you.

We also need to take
a look at your bowel.

I made my wishes clear.

Uh-huh. And, see, if
the Crazy Fairy were here,

she could grant them.

I'm not insane.
I feel pain when
I go outside,

so it's rational
to avoid that pain.

Except now you're
feeling pain inside.

Well, not as bad.
Nowhere near.

We can give him drugs
for the blockage.

If it doesn't work

that blockage will rupture
your intestines and spew
sewage throughout your body.

Whatever you're scared of
out there, aren't you more
scared of death?

You, obviously,
can't stand people.

But for me, it's worse.
All right?

I'd rather die in here
than live out there.

If you don't mind
floppy hair and
an annoying accent,

I know a surgeon who will
operate in your home.

Thank you.

With the risk of infection,
Chase won't actually...

He's not gonna
do surgery in some
crazy dude's house.

You just said...
What I said was

that Chase would put
him under at the house.

We take him to the hospital,
open him up, do our thing,

then slip him back
into his room
for the post-op,

without him ever
finding out
that we tricked him.

So, that was implied.

It's unethical.
He'll be asleep.

He gets to
make his own calls,
even if he's asleep.

Why are you
siding with him?

Oh, yeah, you're that girl
who likes broken people
because her husband died,

and since Chase
isn't all that broken...

Hey, why don't we operate
on his infarcted leg
while we're at it?

Who cares if he said no?

I was risking my life
to avoid becoming a cripple,

he's doing it to avoid
sunlight and fresh air.

We've got to
make it look good.

I know I'm a pain
in the ass.

I know it would have been
easy just to walk away,

but you're a good person.

Count down
from 10.

NOZICK: Ten, nine,

eight...

Let's go.

How you doing?
Better.

Great.

Everything else good?

Everything involving me
kissing House is good.

Oh, God, you dragged
it out of me,
you're a genius.

It's no big deal.

I was feeling vulnerable,
he's a friend,
and I leaned on him.

It's funny. I've leaned
on friends in the past.

Never leaned so far
my tongue fell
into their mouths.

I don't think of House
that way. I never have.

Why not?

You know exactly
how it would go.

It would
start off exciting,

we'd get caught up in the
novelty and the hostility
and the forbiddenness,

and then we'd realize
that the flirty hostility
is just hostility,

his inability to open up
is no longer exciting,

it's just frustrating,
and then it's the
inevitable blow up

and the recriminations,
and we don't talk
for two months.

Yeah. Well, it certainly
proves you've never thought
about House that way.

I get your point.

I will be more
careful with my tongue
in the future.

That's not my point.

Maybe novelty and hostility
and forbiddenness
doesn't have to end bad.

(PAGER BUZZING)

Got to go.

What time you done?

Thought we could try
that new sushi place
next to my house.

Why don't we stay
at my house tonight?

But we always
stay at mine.

That's what I mean.
We used to split,
what happened?

I don't know,
I'm closer to work.
By five minutes.

And my house doesn't look
like it was decorated
by a drunk rugby player.

Well, we can discuss it.
I hadn't really...

Why does it have to
be a discussion?
Can't you just stay over?

You do know they page me
when that much surgical
equipment is signed out.

CUDDY: He didn't consent.

He consented
to the surgery.

You think he's going
to sue over where?

He won't even
know where.

He'll wake up in his house,
he won't know a thing
about what happened.

Until he catches
a post surgical infection
in his dirty apartment

and finds out we tricked
him and winds up
owning the hospital.

Why aren't you
arguing with her?

Because she's right.

I don't care where
he gets the post-op,
just that he gets it.

Keep him here.

House?

You okay?

Yes, we don't
need to talk.

Your hand.

That's weird. I usually
don't get the stigmata
until Easter.

Please tell Dr. Chase
the patient's
ready for him now.

Stewart, wake up.
It's Dr. Cameron.

If you can hear
me, blink.

We were concerned for
your safety, so we brought you
to the hospital.

(MUMBLING)

No, it's okay.

No, it's okay.
Why'd you...

I just wanted to
keep you informed.

I didn't want you to have
a bad shock while you're
recovering from surgery.

I got to get out of here.
It's okay, Stewart.

Calm down.
Calm down. Stewart.

Stewart, I'm going to
sedate you.
I got to get out of here.

I'm gonna sedate you.

No!

Calm down. I need some
help in here. Damn it,
somebody get in here.

(MONITORS BEEPING)

What did you do?

Well done. Your patient
called his lawyer,
threatened to sue us,

is now heading home
completely undiagnosed.

He'll soon be
on his way back.

He's sick. He'll crash,
he'll lose consciousness,

and I'll declare
an emergency,
bring him back in.

Not any more you won't.
His lawyer now holds
his health care proxy.

The next time
we have an emergency,

Larry Ruseckas, Esquire,
will be calling the shots.

I made the right call.
If he had flipped out
after major surgery,

it would have been worse.

The benefit of being boss
is that I don't have to argue.

You're all off the case.

What's going on
between you and Cuddy?

Bad loving
gone bad.

Seriously, why didn't you
argue with her? She just
threw us off the case.

Because ignoring her
is a lot easier.

Convince the patient
to let us back in again.

See if you can clear his
blockage with lactulose.

If this thing kills him
before we can diagnose,
it won't be fun anymore.

Okay.

You're going to
keep working on this?

Yeah. I brought in
the case.

There is no case. He's
gone, you've been tossed.
This is totally nuts.

He's incredibly sick.
We don't know...

Fine, forget
about the patient.

What is going on
with you?

This is why we
left House's team.

To avoid this constant
flood of pure craziness.

That's why I left House.
You got fired.

I'm sorry.
I know I let you down.

But you know who
else I let down?

Pretty much everyone
who's important to me.

My boss, my old boss,

my boyfriend.

I did that for you.

I'm not gonna
let you down again.

(LOCKS CLICKING)

WILSON: It's like the
red badge of idiocy.

If the Confederacy
had mosquitoes,

we'd all have Southern
accents, and I'd be
paying Foreman less.

She kicked you
off the case.

This is what happens
when you don't address it.

She acts weird,
things get different.

You understand that
different implies
difference?

She's tossed me
a million times before.

No, she always
chastises you,

and you'd always come
running to me to complain,

so you're acting
different, too.

(SIGHS)
You're scared. You are
scared to get involved.

How is that scared?
It's rational.

Emotionally mature people
who work together
should not date.

Guaranteed break-up,
guaranteed ugliness.

Any relationship that
doesn't end in a break-up,
ends in death.

Everything falls
apart in the end.

That's your worldview.

The corollary,
which you keep forgetting,

is that you have to grab
any chance for happiness.

Why does this matter
so much to you?

Cuddy and I are fine.

The only person getting
worked up here is you.

I don't want you to be fine,
I want you to be happy.

I think if you dated her...

Are you familiar
with the adverb
"vicariously"?

If I wanted to
ask her out...

You did ask her out.

Last year.
Whatever happened there?

I don't know,
I wasn't interested.

Wrong.

You were interested,
but Amber grabbed
your genitals first.

And now you're single,
and it makes you miserable,

but you think it's too soon
for another relationship,

so you're gonna
make me miserable.

Please. Get a girlfriend
or a life or something.

For me.

HOUSE: Better or worse?

CAMERON: Worse.
Drugs aren't working.

I think we should do
the surgery in his house,
like we planned.

Well, then one of us
wasn't paying attention

because I thought that
surgery thing was
just a trick.

We prepared the room.
We hung the drapes. It's
probably 10 times as sterile

as any mobile operating
theater you'd find
in a battlefield.

We still need
Trapper John.

Chase doesn't want
anywhere near this surgery.

Maybe you could
talk to him.

I can't understand
a word he says.

Taub, you doing
anything later?

Blood in the field.

Not where I'm looking.

How am I supposed to know
where you're looking?

Here's a hint.
It's the bloody part.

The whole thing's bloody.
It's a guy with
a hole in his body.

It's like you've never
done this before.
Use the suction.

I will. And, in fact,
I've never done this before

because I went to med school,
not nurse school.

Hey, wanna see
if your client's actually
made of money?

TAUB: Cutting out the
last piece of bowel.

Suture.

Mucosa's pink.
Flattened villi.

Intestinal atrophy.
It's Whipple's Disease.

Explains the seizure
and the stomach pain.

Little bleeder here.
Cautery.

Hey, wait, the gas...

That always happens
during surgery.

It's the gas build-up
in the blockage,
nothing to sue about.

Treat him for the burns,
put him on antibiotics for
the Whipple's. He'll be fine.

Hey. That's
nice of you.

Hi.
Hi.

He doing good?

Burns are healing fine.
He's stable otherwise.

Good. So, I could stay
at your place tonight,
if you like.

I can't.

Well, you're not gonna
sleep here again?

You might have noticed
the lack of nurses.

Because you're not on the
case. You can't really use
that as an excuse for...

NOZICK: Dr. Cameron.
Wait here.

Your stomach?
My legs are numb.

I can't feel them at all.

New symptom,
peripheral neuropathy.
Got worse on antibiotics.

It's not Whipple's.
KUTNER: Porphyria.

CAMERON: Liver's fine.
Amyloidosis.

We'd have seen it
on the intestines.

What did we see
on the intestines?

Pink mucosa, flattened villi.
If it's not Whipple's,
it's gotta be celiac.

Wheat allergy means
he's not absorbing
nutrients.

Explains the seizures,
the stomach and
now the nerves.

THIRTEEN: We should run
a blood test for celiac.

Not fast enough,
not accurate enough.
Force feed him wheat.

Then do an endoscopy
as it hits his duodenum.

See if there's
an allergic reaction.

His guts just exploded.
It might be a tad painful
to make him eat.

That's House's point.
There's nothing
diagnostic about it.

He's trying to put
the patient in pain,
force him to come in.

It is a valid test.

So is the blood test,
which is painless.

HOUSE: Foreman, listen to
that little voice in your head

that's coming from the
telephone. Force feed him.

Don't. You know House.
You know I'm right.

We'll do both tests.

I'm not here to
play matchmaker.

Okay.

House basically...

Well, he accused me of
being interested in you.

He's just trying to
change the subject.

I know. But I do have...

I've always had

some feelings for you.

Are you saying you
want to date me?

No, I...

It wouldn't be fair to House,
and it's too soon after Amber.

But you thought
you should just say it?

Yeah, I thought
you should know.

Let's have dinner
tomorrow night.

Okay.

Or maybe it'd be better
if we just had sex.

Pardon me?

In front of
House's office.

I mean, I don't want to
take any chances.

I assume the point of this
is to make him jealous,

to make him realize
that he does want
a relationship with me.

Yes.

You think it'll work?

You're an idiot.

Trust me, everybody will
be happier if House
and I aren't dating.

You sure this is
the best test?

No. But you've kind of
tied our hands.

As soon as this hits your
intestines, I'll look at it
through an endoscope.

Stewart, I know
you don't want to talk
about this,

but people who get
shot often get PTSD.

It's nothing
to be ashamed of.

It's very treatable
with drugs and therapy.

It's not PTSD.

My girlfriend was with me
when I got shot, and she died.

(SIGHS)

(WHISPERING)
I'm sorry.

But that's what I mean.
I lost someone myself.

I know it's traumatic.

No. What I'm trying
to say is that

I was like this before
the shooting,
since I was a kid.

Everything was
hard for me.

I didn't go out that much,
and when I did,

I had panic attacks,
like, physical pain.

You know, it was, like, worse,
it was like I was dying.

When I met Angela,

she was the only reason

that I ever
wanted to go out.

But then she died, and...

(HEAVING)

Blood test
will be done soon.

I'm guessing that's
a new technique.

Hey, do you remember
that idea that Cameron had

about trying to torture
the patient into
admitting himself?

Pretty sure
it was your idea.

You want me to
slow down the test?

Wow, everyone's got
all these great ideas today.

So you're thinking,
"Patient won't leave because
leaving causes pain,

"so we gotta make
staying more painful."

That actually makes sense.

You'll increase his pain,
but not enough to
make a difference.

He's on morphine.

He's on morphine now,

pretty soon,
he'll be on lessphine.

'Cause when you restock,
you'll actually be giving
Cameron IV bags of saline.

And why do you think
I'll be doing this?

Same reason
you did the surgery.

That was because
it was an emergency.

No, it was because your
marriage is falling apart.

When you confess adultery,
things tend to go bad.

When one part of
your life does a Titanic,

you make a life raft
out of whatever's left,

which makes your job
more significant, which is
why you did the surgery,

why you pulled an all-nighter,
and why you'll do this.

She's having me
sleep on the couch,

just for a few nights.

I'm not doing this to save
my job. I'm doing this
to save his life.

Right. That's what
we'll tell everyone.

(GAS HISSING)

(MOSQUITO BUZZING)

Oh...

(GASPING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(SIGHS)

(IMITATING MOSQUITO BUZZING)

Have you considered that it's
not my place you really wanna
be walking into right now?

Ric Ocasek will
kill me if I...
Oh, you mean Cuddy.

Yeah, she's a little nuts,
but she's beautiful,
smart, funny.

And most important,
she can stand you.

Yeah. I came here
to have you
lecture me on Cuddy,

not because there's
a killer mosquito chasing
me around my apartment.

House, there is
no mosquito.

This is all about Cuddy.

She's "bugging" me.
Poetic.

Have you seen this bug?

Have you seen this bite?

No, what I've seen is
a suppurating wound

that you've scratched
and mutilated into
a gangrenous state.

Delusional parasitosis.

I am not imagining things.

House, you're a drug
addict, you're always
imagining things.

You got bitten the
night you kissed her.

Your itching always
gets worse when
you think about her.

You need to address this.

She's my boss.

No, you're not afraid
of authority, you're afraid
she actually is right for you.

You're afraid
to take a chance

because it's
too big a chance.

If it doesn't
work with her,

then maybe there's
no one out there.

I am not rationalizing.
I'm better off alone.

Also, have you seen
her ass recently?

You're not staying here.

Oh, come on.

No. You can
go home, or...

You're going to Cuddy's,
you're gonna ring
her doorbell,

and you're gonna ask her
out on a date,
like regular people do.

At 3:00
in the morning?

When do regular
people sleep?

Bye-bye.

Is he in enough pain
to come in yet?

No.

Antibody tests back?

Inconclusive.

Then why are you here?
I missed you.

Endoscopy?
Inconclusive.

Well, then do it again.

(NOZICK GROANS)

I know it sucks,
but I need to test your
stomach again.

NOZICK: It's really hurting.
I know, I'm sorry.

I'm gonna try to get you
on your back and have
you open your mouth.

(EXCLAIMING)

He's out.

(ECG ALARM BEEPING)

Anything?
No pulse.

Start CPR.

Get the paddles.
Get the paddles.

Who are you calling?

Pizza.
You like anchovies?

I'm calling the lawyer.
Genuine emergency,
he'll okay admission.

He's dying.

Exactly.

Hi, sorry to wake you.
Your introvert is having
a heart attack.

House, if we don't
restart his heart...
He can survive 15 minutes

on oxygen and CPR.
We can get him to
the hospital in five.

Lawyer says yes.
Continue CPR.

2123, Holden Green,
patient with PEA.

Clear.
Wait.

(PADDLES DISCHARGING)

I got a pulse.

Cancel the ambulance.
He's stable enough
to stay here.

FOREMAN: His heart's
back to sinus rhythm,
but it's bradycardic.

Taub's putting in
a temporary pacemaker.

It'll keep his
heart beating for now.

Hey, Cameron,
how would you like
your old job back?

I'm asking 'cause it's
the only way I can fire you.

Sorry, in ER we like
to actually resuscitate
dying people,

not just let them
flop around.
Could be lymphoma.

No, we'd have seen it
on the abdomen.
It has to be a poison.

Organophosphates.

We checked the place
over and over.
It's completely clean.

There were rose petals
in the front entry.

Unless he's eating
a bouquet a day,

he couldn't...
How clean?

Very, he probably
has a little OCD.

How often do you
wash your tub?

Every couple of days.

Bleach and ammonia?
Yeah.

You know how kids play
toy soldiers in the bath?

He likes to re-enact the
Battle of Ypres three times
a week with real gas.

Ammonia and bleach
makes chlorine gas.

Highly fat soluble.
He lost weight after
the stomach pain,

explains why his symptoms
kept getting worse.

Put him on parenteral steroids
and sodium bicarbonate.

Even if you're right,
that external pacemaker's
gonna fail eventually,

and I don't have the skills
to put in a permanent one.

Well, maybe the poison
hasn't completely
shot his heart,

and you won't have to
feel guilty for the rest
of your life.

How am I going to place
the leads in the exact spot
on the right ventricle

without fluoroscopy?
The Force?

Taub put in
a temporary one.

You can do that playing
Pin the Tail on the Donkey.

Permanent pacemakers
need precision.

So we can use
the portable x-ray.

It's not real time.
Sonogram.

And what happens
when I put him into V tach

because the sonogram
isn't precise enough?

He's dying.

Exactly why I don't want
to be the one to kill him.

Thanks.

You knew I'd have to say no,
but you came anyway.

You just wanted a reason
to be angry at me.

If there's something wrong
between us, then let's...

Forget it.

You know why we spend
nights at my house?

Because when we
spent them at yours,

I could tell you
didn't want me there.

Why would I keep inviting
you over if I didn't
want you there?

You always kicked me
out every morning.

You never offered me
a drawer, you never cleared
out your closet for me.

I was just a visitor.

How long have you
felt like this?

From the start.

I know it's hard
for you because you
lost your husband,

but I can't keep
chasing you forever.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

I just tried your house,
where are you?

Clubbing.
Good or bad?

Bad. Vitals are dropping,
the abdominal pain
keeps getting worse.

Means we were too late
with the treatment.

Tell the lawyer he's
off the clock, we're done.

You're giving up?

Call Taub.

Tell him to pick up some
morphine. No need for
the patient to be in pain.

He's on morphine.
No, he's on saline.

I figured you'd put him
on saline, so I switched
him back to morphine.

I love you.
When you reach puberty,
give me a...

His abdominal pain,
that was on morphine?
Yes.

Is there something that
causes abdominal pain that
doesn't respond to morphine?

I was right.
He is being poisoned.

What's this density
on his hip?

Just bone.
Think less boney.

You think he's
got lead poisoning?

Explains the constipation,
the nerves, seizures.
Hold him down.

You're not gonna feel a thing,
except excruciating pain.

(NOZICK GRUNTING)

(NOZICK GASPING)

Your mugger used hollow
points, which exploded
and left fragments.

Your doctors missed a couple
hiding behind your hipbone.

It's no biggie, except
years later, they started
to dissolve,

and then, biggie,
you started to dissolve.

I'll start him on chelation.
The agoraphobia, could it...

Nope. The lead wouldn't
have started to disintegrate
till years after.

But it could have
exacerbated the fear.

I don't need to change.

I know you think that but
your life could be better,
you'd have choices.

He's lying.
About what?

About everything.
About his life.

He doesn't even think he's
happy here. He's miserable.

I've got everything I need.
Yeah?

Well, then why did Taub
find rose petals
in your entry hallway?

Struck me as a little weird,
thought it might be
medically relevant.

But it actually just told me
that you were pathetic.

The day you crashed in
your entryway was
your girlfriend's birthday.

You weren't there for the
mail, you were trying to go
lay flowers on her grave.

Yeah, he's got PTSD,
yeah, he's agoraphobic.

But he's also a coward.

If you want to change
your life, do something.

Don't believe your
own rationalizations.

Don't just lock yourself up
and pretend you're happy.

Hi.
Hi.

You were right.

About my husband.
It affected me.

It still affects me.

If you're saying
you'll never be able to...

I cleaned out
a drawer for you.

Like, a big one.

(BUZZING)