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Dr. Sebastian.

Two pallets of antibiotics
for tuberculosis.

We've got six pallets
worth of patients.

Stoia Tucker
needs a math lesson.

I'm headed back tomorrow.

Hey!

Hey!

[speaking
native language]

Go get the boxes.

Hey there.

Move those boxes.
Quick, quick.

Let's move.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Let's go.
Let's go, man. Hurry.

I've got some very special
medicine here.

It's from Hershey, Pennsylvania.

One per person,
one per person.

[scattered shouting]

(man)
Help.

Help, Dr. Sebastian.

Come quickly.

My son, he fell.
He fell on this log.

We were just waiting
for his meds.

[speaking native language]

I got no breath sounds
on the left.

Gimme that.

Yeah, he's gonna be okay.

The fall didn't cause him
to drop a lung.

The lung caused him to fall.
TB chewed it up.

He'll be lucky to live
another year.

This is Sarni.

I picked up the tab
for the back brace myself.

The funny thing is,

is that the brace cost more
than the medicine

that would've prevented her
from needing it.

It's your medicine.

All of the antibiotics
that we need

are right here
in your warehouses

in your factories.

We provide over
10,000 doses a year.

Wh--which is not enough.

You know we'd love to do more,
but our hands are tied.

New car, Jerry?

I saw it on the way in.
Looks beautiful.

Don't make this personal.

All the way from Germany, too.

I know that's a lot of red tape.

I'm not like you.

I'm not ashamed
of making a living.

And I know you didn't become
a chem major for the money.

Now, you want the same things
that I want.

You just--

You have to--

You just have to push
a little--

You have to push
a little...bit harder.

Harder for it.

Sebastian?

Call 9-1-1.

Isn't someone here a doctor?

[Massive Attack's Teardrop]

*

[door opens]

Selling subscriptions?

I heard 20 and you get
a new bike.

Dr. Sebastian Charles
collapsed

during a presentation
at Stoia Tucker.

Really?

Crushed under the weight
of his own ego?

Wow.

Is there nobody you admire?

Well, there was this gal
I met in Nam who could

blow put a candle
without using--

He thinks it's TB.

Good thing he's not
the syphilis expert.

He wants a second opinion.

Second to his own.
Okay.

It's not TB.

What is it?

Oh, he wants specifics?

Lemma.

Big Knicks fan.

You've never had an episode
like this before?

No. He died last month.

Stupidly tried to share
his meds with his cousin,

and they only had enough
for one.

Dr. House.

I'm Sebastian Charles.

Patients aren't usually

part of the diagnostic process.

Well, I'm a doctor.

Listen, I know you guys
don't make a lot of money--

I wrote your people
a check last month.

Oh, well.
Write us another one.

(Foreman)
Talk to Chase. He's rich.

My dad, not me.

Every minute,
four people die of TB.

(House)
Wow!

How can you sleep at night?

There's people dying in Africa
of a disease that we cured--

(House)
Yeah. I know.

I saw the concert.

But seriously, let's see.

You sleep six hours.

That means every night
you kill...

1,440 people.

I guess you gotta get
some sleep, but come on.

If you'd stayed up another
ten minutes,

you could've saved 40 lives.

Do you send notes
to the families in the morning?

That's gonna take
at least ten minutes.

So that's another 40 dead,
another 40 notes.

Why don't you go rack yourself
with guilt in your own room?

No, thanks. I'll stay.

I'd like to hear
the differential.

Dr. Cameron.

Tell the doctor
why it's not a good idea

for the patient to be here.

He's an immunologist
and a TB expert.

That'll be very useful
if we need somebody

to say the words,
"I think it's TB."

[chuckles]

[sniffs]
What is that?

(Sebastian)
Oh, that. I'm sorry.
That's, uh--

That's my body powder.

It's the only thing I found

that works in the Sahara.

I'm kinda used to it.

I don't even notice it.

Who thinks it smells like
an elephant dung smoothie?

It smells okay to me.

[chuckles]

That is exactly why the patient
shouldn't be in the room.

If you can't tell a man that his
cologne makes you want to puke,

how are you gonna tell him
that he's an idiot?

He's not an idiot.

Sure, you say that now.
While he's in the room.

(Sebastian)
I don't have time for this.

It's TB.
(House)
Nope.

Symptoms are too varied.

Well, if you haven't seen
10,000 cases,

I agree that's what you'd think.

I told you he's an idiot.

You said you wanted
a second opinion.

No, actually.

My backers wanted
a second opinion.

(House)
Yeah.

Doesn't look good
if you drop dead

while wearing
your shoe sponsor's logo.

It's TB.
And I'm not dying.

I'm gonna want you
to plant a PPD

and induce a sputum
to confirm the TB.

Imaging studies
will determine the progress.

And, uh, I think
we should probably

take a CT scan of my lungs,

just so that nobody
second-guesses us?

Wouldn't want that.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

No, I'm feeling much better.

Well, what you can do is,
you can, uh, get your board

to approve the increased
med shipments, that--

[whispers]
Sorry.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
No, don't--don't try.

Whatev--no, don't--
Don't do your best.

Just get it done, okay?

That's Stoia Tucker.

And they're
the nice pharmaceutical company.

I'm sorry,
but it's against hospital regs.

Oh, I need the phone.

[pager beeps]
Why don't we focus on
getting you better right now?

[pager beeps]
Well, what do you do?
Throw me out?

No, just the phone.
[pager beeps]

Sorry, we've got
an emergency.

Gotta go.

There's a phone in your room.

Yeah, I figured
that there would be.

Right, I--
I just thought--

It's not like the hospitals
you may be used to in Africa.

Um, I don't know what
the facilities were like, so--

Thank you.

You're welcome.

And thanks for that check.

[pager beeps]
I should go.

(House)
The nameless poor have a face,

and it's a pompous white man.

Yeah, what a jerk.

Saving all those lives
like that.

What's the emergency?

I can't remember
how to do walk-the-dog.

The guy's sick.
Maybe dying.

We've forgotten all about
doing a differential diagnosis.

You just sent us off
to test him for--

Well, I had to
get him out of there.

Now we can all sit around
and call him an idiot.

Who wants to go first?

(Cameron)
He's right.

Tuberculosis could present
hundreds of different ways.

Well, by that logic,

everyone in the hospital
should be treated.

Not everybody in the hospital's
been exposed to it

for the last 20 years.

TB takes years to kill you.

Two weeks ago,
he was perfectly healthy.

Now he's got a whiteboard
full of symptoms.

What about something metabolic?

Welcome aboard the good ship
Ass-Kisser.

Nice day for a sail.
Pucker up, me hardies.

It's not metabolic.

Kidney, liver, and thyroid
are all normal.

No diabetes.

What about his heart?

Obviously, big as all outdoors.

Abnormal heart rhythm.

Wave forms show P-R
variability.

It's subtle,
but it's there.

You think it's his heart?
Sick sinus syndrome?

Loose throttle.

Sometimes beats too fast,
sometimes too slow.

Causing him to pass out.

It would account
for the episode.

I'll put him on telemetry,

do a stress test
and an echocardiogram.

Treat him like every other
hospital patient.

I want to see

that pious, body-powdered tush
hanging out of his gown.

Could you give me a hand
with this thing?

I don't recall asking

for a stress test
or an echocardiogram.

What are you gonna do,
walk out?

Corporate sponsors
aren't gonna like that.

I need your forearm.

What's House thinkin'?

Sick sinus syndrome.

Well, that's a lot more serious
than TB.

Is that a PPD?

If it changed color
in the next 48 hours--

Yeah, if, uh, if House
doesn't think it's TB,

why would he have you test
for that?

Just...covering all his bases.
I guess.

Uh-huh.

He doesn't seem like a guy
who--who does that.

We have you scheduled

for a 10:30 echo.

Good for you.

[lchuckles]

Every minute that we refuse
to love one another,

another puppy cries
another tear.

You're just mad
because he's closer

to a Nobel Prize than you are.

And yet I've nailed
more Swedish babes.

Crazy, crazy world.

It's not just a trip
to Stockholm, you know.

It comes with a cash prize.

Seriously?

No wonder everybody's
going after that "peace" thing.

He cures thousands
of people every year.

You cure--
What, 30?

McDonald's makes a better
hamburger than your mother

because they make more?

Oh! I see.

So you hate him
because the lives he saves

aren't as good
as the lives you save.

Yeah.
That's the reason.

Nobel invented dynamite.
I won't accept his blood money.

The top of my head's killing me.

Mm.

We spent a week doing
"top of head" in anatomy.

I know just where it is.

Ow!

That is not the top of my head.

Ah, close enough
for a clinic.

Your sinuses are clogged.

Judging by the scratches
on your hands,

I'm guessing a new cat.

It was my mother's.
She's dead.

You keep a dead cat?

No. My mother's dead.

Oh. Poor cat.

You're allergic.

We can control it
with antihistamine.

One pill a day.

Pills?

You don't like to swallow.

Not surprised.

Forget the pills.

I'm gonna give you
a nasal spray.

Steroids?

Is there something else

you can give me?

Well, if you lived by the river,

I've got a bag.

Hey.
Stress test was normal.

But his EKG was not normal.

Echo's normal.

Two for you, one for me.

We need a tiebreaker.

Echo and stress test
are way more reliable.

Tilt table test.

That never works.

Bet you a week's
clinic duty it does.

[chuckles]
You're on.

Like this guy?

You always tell us our opinion
of the patient's irrelevant.

Medically, it's irrelevant.

It says something about you.

You figure anybody

who gives a crap
about people in Africa

must be full of it?

Yes.

There's an evolutionary
imperative

why we give a crap about

our family and friends.

And there's
an evolutionary imperative

why we don't give a crap
about anybody else.

If we loved all people
indiscriminately,

we couldn't function.
Mm.

So the great humanitarian's
as selfish as the rest of us?

Just not as honest about it.

Well, you also always tell us
motives are irrelevant.

Dr. Charles, your heart's
handling the changes

in orientation just fine.

No pauses on your EKG.

And House drives in
for the lay-up and...

No! Rejected!

What does this knobby thing do?

I'm within protocol range,
you're not gonna get

a different result.

The way I figure it is,

if this could show you problems
at six...

imagine what it'll tell you
if you crank it to ten.

House? Is that you?

Does it go to 11?

(Foreman)
Would you stop?

You lost.

I'm scheduled for clinic duty
Thursday and Friday.

All right, I'm beginning
to feel nauseous.

Would you turn the damn thing
off before you break it?

(Sebastian)
Okay, I'm getting dizzy.

I can't see,
and I'm gonna pass out.

I win.

Those speeds,
astronauts throw up.

I'm not talking
about the nausea.

(Foreman)
The test revealed the problem.

Yeah?
House is insane?

What he just did--

Abusive and unprofessional.

But if hadn't have done it, we
wouldn't have seen the problem.

You've got an abnormal
P-R interval.

Could be dangerous.

Possibly fatal, particularly
if you're in Africa,

away from advanced medicine.

I'm gonna need a pacemaker?

We've scheduled you for surgery
this afternoon.

We'll be able to maintain
your pacemaker

from anywhere,
you just need to get yourself

to a phone line
every few months.

Or better yet, you could join me
at one of my clinics.

I'm kinda spoiled.

Well, we'll get you a hut

with a view,
do you like sand?

I meant medically.
No PET scans.

No MRIs--
This is ridiculous.

Dr. Charles--
I know, I know.
Hospital regulations.

Darling, have a seat.

Come on.

You're smart. You'll adapt.

We going up or down?

Basement.
All right.

You might even find that, uh,

without the
technological crutches,

you become a better
diagnostician.

My heart can handle
this, right?

Uh, so far, just carnival rides
have set you off.

When you meet these people,
it changes you.

We should talk about it
over dinner.

Are you asking me to Africa
or on a date?

Oh, I can ask you
halfway around the world,

I can't ask you to a restaurant
a block away?

Well, one's a job and
the other's--
Uh-huh. Yeah.

Hospital regs.
You can't date patients, right?

I wouldn't want to...

risk your precious objectivity.

You haven't answered

either question,
by the way.

You don't think objectivity's
important?

I think doctors like House
cling to objectivity

like a three-year-old
to a blanket.

Don't get too worked up.
Stay calm.

Stay cool and maintain
the correct perspective.

The only flaw in their argument

is that when you have
millions of people dying,

the correct perspective
is to be yelling

at the top of your lungs.

I'm sorry, my head
is--is killing me--

Sit on the step.

So you gonna go out
with me or not?

Your heart rate's normal.

Yeah, of course it is.
It's one flight of stairs.

I'm gonna be fine.

My hand's a little--

Call a code!
Second floor stairwell!

You were wrong.

Hey. I have feelings.
I'm trying my best.

Isn't that enough for you?

(Chase)
The abnormal EKG was real.

It's not
sick sinus syndrome.

Thank God we found out

before we put the pacemaker in.

Thank God you dragged him
into a stairwell

to get his heart racing.

We were taking the stairs.
They keep them in the stairwell.

The guy's a selfish jerk.
Why would he--

(Cameron)
Why would you say he's selfish?

Because he's been talking
to Foreman.

No, I haven't.

I'm just giving my opinion.

This kind of altruism
doesn't just naturally--

Excellent briefing.
Hey, the guy's still sick.

Can we talk about that?

Headaches point to
a neurological problem.

Acoustic neuroma.

Brain tumor causes dizziness,

loss of consciousness.

Mess with, uh, breathing
patterns, heart rhythms--

Get an MRI.

Hello?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'll be right down.

No problem.

I'll do an extra hour
to make up.

I'm late for my clinic duty.

Here, go be me
for a couple of hours.

Explosive diarrhea, fever.

It's probably the flu.

Wow.

You're good.
You a Harvard boy?

You're not Hill, Oliver.

No.
Carter, Cecelia.

They put you in the wrong room,
Cecelia.

Mrs. Carter.

Sorry.

Uh, I'll just be
a few more minutes.

Don't take these in order,
everything falls apart.

I have cancer.

I felt a lump.

I'll go get a nurse.
Yeah.

See you in an hour or two.

[sighs]
Lie flat.

Lift your left arm up
and under your head.

Right there?
Yeah.

I felt it this morning.

Oh, my cousin
had the same thing.

It's nothing.

We should check it again

on your next cycle,
but you really don't have

anything to worry about.

That's what they told Donna.
She was dead in six months.

Listen, the edges are smooth,
it has mobility.

It has all the earmarks
of a benign--

Why should I believe you?

Because you're trying
to rush me out of here?

The risks of a false positive
on a biopsy outweigh--

Either you do the biopsy,
or I talk to your superior.

Which is it...

Dr. House?

I'll arrange the biopsy.

Thanks.

(Cameron)
He asked me out.

I'm shocked.

I'm--I'm shocked
when patients don't ask you out.

He also asked me
to come to Africa.

Boy, he moves fast.

I think the two questions
had two different objectives.

You like him?

Good-looking single guy,
genius doctor.

Cares about the world.

I take it you said no.

You think I'm that hung up
on rules--

He's not House.

There's nothing there.

Yeah, there is.

Did I ask you to plant a PPD?

It was positive.

He's got TB.

Well, of course he's got TB!

The guy's been in the jungle
for 20 years!

If he tested positive
for pinkeye,

would you think that
was his big problem?

I did a test, it was positive.
Why is that a problem?

Because now he's got
the big red target on his arm,

the stubborn jerk
thinks he's right.

He won't let us do
any more tests.

Maybe he's not
the only stubborn jerk!

I did an LP too.
Low glucose.

And he has an increased
sed rate.

Everything screams
tuberculosis.

Not everything!

If any of the symptoms

are caused by the TB,

it would throw off
our diagnosis.

You're right.

We gotta treat the TB.

Who knows?
Maybe he'll just...get better.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

(Wilson)
So it's TB,

but not TB?

I'm complicated.

The guy does know tuberculosis.

If he says it can manifest--
Guy's not even
a real doctor.

He's a human telethon.

Is that your problem with him?

You see hypocrites everyday.
Why is this guy so special?

You think I have a hypocritical
attitude to hypocrisy?

The problem is, there are
26 letters in the alphabet,

and he only uses two of them.

He treats thousands of patients
with one diagnosis.

He knows the answer going in.
It's cheating.

So it's all because he's
one of them useless specialists?

Oh, did I hurt
the big-time oncologist's

itty-bitty feelings?

You're a big help to patients
who actually have cancer.

Other times,
you're just annoying.

You've outdone yourself.

I'll say.

My salad's covering
a free T-bone steak.

Cecelia Carter,
remember her?

Last week they said it was
"mystery stew," they owe me.

She was just in my office crying

because of the way
you treated her.

That doesn't sound like you.

Then it probably wasn't.

I get that you like
to shock people.

Stun them out of complacency,
out of stupidity.

But this woman thought
she had cancer.

She had a lump in her breast.

What were you trying
to accomplish?

Let me ask you something.

If this were another doctor,

if the patient were complaining
about, let's say,

I don't know, Foreman,
you'd just dismiss this

as the paranoid bitching
of another paranoid bitch.

And file it under "P" for--

Paranoid?

Am not.

You're right.

Good.

Apologize to her

before the end
of business today.

What did you do to Ceci?

I have no idea.

Just the salad today.
Big breakfast.

Hey.

Levofloxacin?

You have a resistant
strain of TB.

Wow, you just walk right in
with these.

That's what we doctors do.

We write down the name
of some medicine,

and someone gives it to us.

You know, there's parts of
the world where you get knifed

walking around with this.

I mean, the regular stuff's
bad enough,

but, uh, treatment
for the resistant strain?

[whistles]

They get $6.00 a tablet
for that.

And I'll take it for two years.

Streptomycin.

Now, that's two grand.

Ten grand, cure one person.

I had a patient in, uh,
Jani once.

It was a mother had--

had, uh, three little boys.

She had resistant TB.

She couldn't afford these.

She couldn't afford bread.

We gave her the regular stuff,
but, uh--

No surprise, she died.

I'm sorry.

I'm not taking these pills.

Because she couldn't get them,

you're not gonna take them?

That's insane.

Why?
'Cause I'm better than her?

Because letting her die
was wrong,

but letting you die
is just as wrong.

Well, maybe I won't die.

Maybe somebody'll pay a little
more attention to my story.

He figures the pharmaceutical
companies need something big

to force them into action.

This is gonna get a lot more
media play than a thousand

African villagers dying.

So he won't take the pills.

Newsweek's calling you.

And he won't agree
to any more tests.

He has his diagnosis.

See what happens
when you don't listen to me?

Maybe millions of lives
get saved.

Yeah. That's my point.

Increased heart rate.
Night sweats.

Loss of consciousness.

Besides rough sex,

what do they all have
in common?

T--
It's not TB!

(Chase)
His autonomic nervous system?

We know that it's not
a brain tumor.

So what else could be
eating his nerves?

(Foreman)
Fabry's?

Autonomic dysregulation
syndrome,

Shy-Drager Syndrome.

It doesn't matter.

He won't let us test him.

[phone ringing]

In my opinion, Dr. Sebastian
Charles is an idiot.

Yeah, you can quote me.

C-U-D-D-Y.

[hangs up phone loudly]

Sebastian is refusing
life-saving treatment.

He's refusing TB treatment.

You don't think he has TB.

Ergo, you should care less.

He won't let me test him.

And what do you want me
to do about it?

Hold him down.

Have you apologized
to Cecelia Carter yet?

[sighs]
Trust me, she doesn't want
to hear from me.

Look, the guy
is killing himself.

Am I the only one who realizes
this is a bad thing?

If he was a Christian Scientist

refusing meds,
we'd have 18 attorneys--

You're putting on makeup.

That's not a good sign
for my side, is it?

Sebastian has called
a press conference for 3:00.

He's asked me to be there

to confirm the diagnosis
and the prognosis.

You are as big a media whore
as he is.

Of course I am.

It couldn't possibly be
that I think he's right.

That I'd like to be a small part
of what he's doing.

Oh, whores can like the sex.
Doesn't mean they're not whores.

And with that eye shadow--

I am totally screwed,
aren't I?

Totally.

(Cameron)
How you feelin'?

A little weak.

You're having a good day.

The symptoms

will quickly focus
more and more on your lungs.

You'll find it difficult
to talk,

and eventually breathe at all--

I think I know what I'll have
to look forward to.

I know.

I just came to ask

if you'd be willing
to accept any treatment.

No, if you're trying to scare me
into--

No.

Palliative treatment.

Narcotics.

Fentanyl Patch, morphine drip,
whatever it takes.

We can make your last days
fairly comfortable.

And if you have
another good day,

maybe dinner.

[chuckles]

Thank you.

You want third world treatment?
You got it.

Boy, is it hot here in Jani.

What are you doing?

What am I doing?

Putting everything on the floor
at the hut.

Uh-oh.

What's the magic box
with the moving pictures?

You think he's a hypocrite?

Hypocrite? No.

Everybody in Africa's got
cell phones

and running water.

Ha.

This thing just will not flush.

Do you really think

that if you come in here

and make it a little hot,

make it smell a little,
that I'm just gonna fold

and abandon everything

that matters to me?

Lousy sanitation over there too.

You are not the same as them.

Your life is not the same.

And you're cheapening everything
they're going through

by pretending you are.

I am the same.
I'm not special.

You can't demand to be treated
like any third world sick person

and call a press conference!

They treat me special.

That doesn't mean I am.

And what kind of selfish jerk

wouldn't take advantage
of that fact?

It's all preventable.

Stoia Tucker

makes medications right here

in New Jersey, they have
warehouses full of the stuff.

There's more than enough
to go around.

So if I can get 'em,

why can't Lemma?

Why can't Quesmo?

Why can't Sarni?

Another person just died.

Where is your outrage?

No, I have no intention
of martyring myself.

I'm just putting myself...

Sure, they're dying.

But it's got a great beat.

Must be hot as hell
under those lights.

Yep.

Hey, why the page?
He okay?

He's in a coma.

I need you to apologize

to Ceci...Cecily.

Mrs. Carter? For what?

For whatever I did.

You didn't do anything.

That has been my position
all along.

(Cuddy on TV)
His chest X-Rays are negative.

So he's not contagious
at this point.

His condition's
currently stable.

(House)
Do you ever notice

how all the self-sacrificing
women in history--

Joan of Arc, Mother Theresa--

Can't think of any others--

They all die alone.

The men, on the other hand,
get so much fuzz, it's crazy.

It's an unfair world.

House, she was scared

and unreasonable.

Insulting a woman
with breast cancer.

That's a move
best left to the pros.

Frankly,
you don't have the chops.

I didn't insult her!

I did the
unnecessary biopsy,

like she wanted.

It was negative,
like I knew it would be.

What'd you do?
Call 'em perky?

You are years away
from mad skills like that.

I need you to apologize.

Cuddy's only doing this
because she thinks it's you.

Welcome to the world.

Everyone's different, and
everyone gets treated different.

You try fighting that,
you wind up dying of TB.

What are you doing?

Testing the patient's
autonomic nervous system.

Of course.

His internal heating
and ventilation should be off.

He shouldn't be able to sweat.

That's why he's got
that awful body powder.

Take it away, crank up the heat,
stick him under the lights.

He can't cool himself.

He should be turning
bright red.

Picture's fine.

I'm asking Stoia Tucker

to save these lives, millions of
lives, including my own.

Dr. House.

I would appreciate it

if you left us al--

Get that outta my face.

(Cuddy on TV)
What are you trying
to prove, House?

(Sebastian on TV)
Dr. House,

I would appreciate it
if you left the room.

He's sweating like a pig.

It's a hundred degrees in here,
House,

because you turned up
the thermostat--
Did they hear me?

The media, did they listen?

He's disoriented.
Where's the--

They have to hear me.

His arteries are clamping down.

I want everybody out of her now!

Get the crash cart.
He's having a cardiac arrest.

(Cuddy)
Get them out!

[monitor beeping]

(Cuddy)
Everyone--I want everyone
out of here now.

Clear.

Come on, Sebastian.

Clear.

We have sinus rhythm.

That is not TB.

Compelling television.

Do whatever tests you want.

I want to treat you

for TB.

Dr. Cameron
found low sugar

in your cerebrospinal fluid.

It's a classic finding
of TB.

Now you think TB's the problem?

Nah.

TB caused cardiac arrest
on a hot day,

your work in Africa would be

even more futile
than it already is.

Can you get
to your point, please?

That whiteboard
in my office.

We're up to about a dozen
symptoms now.

Cardiac arrest.

Clearly not TB.

CSF sugar clearly is TB.

The rest of them
could go either way.

Unless we know
which ones are which,

I can't diagnose you.

I'll take any other
tests or treatments

you might want to prescribe.

So you're not special.
But TB is.

People die of TB
because we let 'em.

It's our choice.

People die of malaria
because we let them.

They die of dysentery, they--

TB's my disease.

You own a disease?

Well, I'm sorry, I missed
the IPO on Dengue Fever.

Look, I know
I have a way about me.

I know I piss
a lot of people off.

And a whole lot more
I just annoy.

But you're the first person
that I've ever met

who I think is actually annoyed
by what I do.

Do you think I'm not saving
any lives or--

Or is that a bad thing?

Right now, I'm just trying
to save your life.

Or do you just have a problem
with hope?

You know, the difference
between our jobs--

It's not numbers,

or styles.

It's that I know I'm gonna fail.

Even if I save
a million people,

there's gonna be
another million.

You couldn't handle that.

I think you resent anyone
who can.

Can't we just agree
that you're incredibly annoying?

Take the pills.

Or I let you die,
do an autopsy,

call my own press conference.

And make sure the world knows
that you didn't die of TB.

Corporate sponsors
will be disappointed.

But they'll find
another disease.

Why would you do that?

Because I'm just a mean
son of a bitch.

So we still have to explain
P-R variability,

syncope, headaches--

And...low sugar?

That was classic TB.

Apparently not.

You rerun the test?
Yeah.

This is good.

Good?
This is bizarre.

Bizarre is good.

Common has hundreds
of explanations.

Bizarre has hardly any.

What else could cause
low CSF sugar?

Uh-uh.
I get to ask the questions.

I've found you look
a lot smarter

asking questions
than dumbly not answering.

(Chase)
High insulin levels
in his blood.

They'd have to be very high.

(Chase)
Okay.

Very high insulin levels
in his blood.

How could he get
high insulin levels?

We've checked daily
blood sugars, all normal.

See how smart she looks?
'Cause she asked the question.

And it's not Glucagonoma because
he has no rash.

It's not self-induced,

because he's not an idiot.

And it's not a tumor
because the CT and the MRI

were both negative.

Which just leaves tumor.

Why do you do this?
Why do you ignore what I say?

Like I'm not even--
Small tumor.

Really, really tiny.

So small we can't see it.

Nesidioblastoma.

An abnormal growth of the
insulin-secreting cells

in his pancreas?

(Foreman)
That only intermittently

secretes insulin.

In response to stress.

Like if...
Oh, I don't know.

If someone accidentally

puts the mechanical bull
on eleven.

Easily removed by surgery.

Except--

If it's so small
we can't see it,

how are we even gonna
prove it's there?

"She asked, looking clever."

Just start hacking away
at his pancreas

until he gets better?

How do you prove something
exists when you can't see it?

Does God exist?

Does the wind blow?

We know because
the leaves move.

Look for effects.

(Foreman)
Oh, we should look
the other way.

There's Cuddy
with your patient.

(Cuddy)
Dr. House.

Dr. House has an emergency.

We can't avoid her forever.

Eventually, she'll die.

You sure she doesn't
have breast cancer?

We think you have a tumor.
Easily removed surgically.

We're gonna poke the tumor
with a stick.

And if there's no tumor?

Nothing happens.

Splenic artery,
it's a hard left

off the celiac.

If there is a tumor?

(House)
What usually happens when you
poke something with a stick.

Pokes back.

He's stuck in the superior
mesenteric.

[House sighs]

I knew we should've stopped
for directions.

Men.

I'm there.

[sighs]

We're gonna inject calcium
into your pancreas.

Beta cells will release
insulin.

If there are too many
beta cells because of a tumor,

your blood sugar will drop
precipitously.

How do we know
it won't go too low?

Fingers and toes crossed.

Go ahead.

(Cameron)
Glucose is holding steady

at 75.

No leaves rustling.

Blow harder.

I already gave him one amp.

Well, I guess now

will be the time to give him
more than one amp.

(Cameron)
50.

It's starting to drop.

45.

I think my arm's shaking.

I'm gonna start him
on a glucose drip.

He's gonna seize.

Not yet.

It's still dropping!

(House)
Not fast enough.

[monitor beeping]
(Cameron)
He's seizing.

We've gotta reverse this.

(Cameron)
He's at 40.

38.

35.

[monitor beeping rapidly]

Push an amp of D-50.
You wanna kill the guy?

(Cameron)
We're back at 40.

45.

(House)
Congratulations.

You have a tumor.

[elevator dings]

Are you gonna go out
with him?

Is that any of your business?

No.

I don't think so.

Two days ago, you were
holding his hand.

What's changed?

He practically
lives in Africa.

There's no future.

On the other hand, maybe there's
too much of a future now.

You weren't attracted to him

because he was prepared
to die for a cause.

You were attracted to him

because he was actually
doing it.

Right.
It's that simple.

That was simple?

I put a label on him
and go from there.

Mm, everybody does it.

We are who people
think we are.

People think he's a great doctor
so they give him stuff.

He is a great doctor.

The reality is irrelevant.

I'll prove it.

People who know me
see me as an ass.

Treat me as an ass.

People who don't know me

see a cripple.

Treat me like a cripple.

What sort of selfish jerk

wouldn't take advantage
of that fact?

Ow!

Oh, my goodness.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I am so sorry.

It was completely my fault.

It's nothing.
I'm fine.

Well, I--I'm very relieved.

I feel terrible--
Please don't worry
about it.

I'm fine.
You sure?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

How's everything?

I'm gonna go.
My foot's killing me.

Oh, what did you do--
Oh, it was nothing.

It was all my fault.

Yeah, listen.
Bogale, relax, okay?

I'm, uh--I'm gonna be back
on Tuesday.

Tell Sarni I'm gonna
bring her a new brace.

All right.

Just in case.

You get 'em?

Six-month supply.

Should fix you right up.

I'll see you
when you come back for a refill?

Yeah, I'll see you
in two months.

You gonna give 'em away?

Well, you know how
these things happen.

You leave a bag
on the airplane.

Drop some pills
down the drain.

I have an idea.

You could, uh, bring me
the refill in Africa.

I don't think so.

You actually like
working for House?

You find this satisfying?

Well.

[Leon Russell's
Stranger in a Strange Land]

*

* How many days

* Has in been
since I was born? *

* How many days

* Until I die?

* Do I know any way
that I can make you laugh... *

(female reporter)
It's good to see you.

Thank you, thank you.
I appreciate that.

I appreciate the support...

It's not about the kids dying
every eight seconds.

It's about the media stroking,

the adulation,
the pats on the head.

That's your problem with him,
isn't it?

Well, look at him.
He loves it. Eats it up.

(Wilson)
Yeah, the man actually
enjoys

what he does.

* Stranger in
a strange land *

* Just a stranger
in a strange... *

Listen, I saved his life.

That means I get credit

for every life he saves
from here on out.

I'll make sure
Stockholm knows.

* Whoa, oh

* Stranger in
a strange land *

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