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Two spades.

Three hearts.

It's all yours.

I fold.

And that's five.

And that's six.

Yay!
Not bad.

On a slam contract, you normally
want to play your winners early.

Sorry, Dad.

Nah. You're learning.
You're doing fine.

(woman)
Connie Gilman's a good player.

And a widow.

I should, uh, take her out

because she can play bridge.

You're a true romantic.

[laughter]
(woman 2)
You should ask somebody out.

You think Cecile's
not dating yet?

Cecile was dating
before she left.

Oh, shut up, Marv.

No. I have a partner.

And she's doing great.

Amy should be out
having fun.

I'm having fun.

Yeah.

Look like you're having
the time of your life.

One no trump.

(woman, laughing)
Ooh!

I'm just...a little nauseous.

I, uh, I think I ate too much.

Can we take a break?

Of course.

Excuse us.

What did you eat?

Nothing weird.

Have you been drinking?
No, Dad.
You know I don't--

Because I don't mind if you--

Dad?

[echoing]
Dad?

Dad, what are you doing?

You're scaring me. It hurts.

Let go!
What are you doing?

(man)
Henry?

Henry.

Let go of her.

The occasional drink

doesn't bother me.

But...

What?

Are you okay?

What's the matter?

[Massive Attack's Teardrop]

*

You had what's called
an "absence seizure."

Anything like that
happen to you before?

No, Nothing.

He's been really healthy.

He jogs, he eats right.
He--

I--well, I did have a headache
last Sunday.

And for the past two years,
I've been getting

acid reflux a lot.

And I thought that, uh, antacids
were all I needed.

Should I have come in sooner?

For acid reflux and a headache?

Well, I--you know, I hear
the coffee downstairs

is really good.

Could you get me a cup, Honey?

Would you mind
closing the blinds?

(Foreman)
His right testicle is almost
twice as big as his left.

Cool.

It's probably
testicular cancer.

(House)
Mmm, no.

That's impossible.

The symptoms all indicate--

The shoes aren't right.

Here's how testicular cancer
would manifest itself.

First, the patient would get
the exact symptoms

that he's got.

Then Foreman would examine him.

Then he'd suspect
testicular cancer on account of

the symptoms being so perfect.

Then he'd stick a needle in it.
Then he'd call a surgeon.

And while that guy operates,
the rest of us

would be out bowling.

And since we're not
wearing bowling shoes,

the disease obviously did not
progress in that fashion.

LP showed some white cells.
But his MRI is clean.

Sure. If you call a microabscess
in his brain "clean."

What, you don't trust me?

Are you talking about
the left temporal lobe?

Neat.
You can see through my hand.

It's just a shadow.

Or it's an infection.

When guys have brain/crotch
problems,

it's usually the result of using
one too much

and the other too little.

(Foreman)
Blood and urine were negative

for syphilis, gonorrhea,
and chlamydia.

So treat him for all three.
Stat.

Um...negative means
he doesn't have it.

No. Negative means
he probably doesn't have it.

Which means he probably
has cancer.

I thought we were wearing
the wrong shoes for cancer.

We're wearing the wrong shoes
for testicul cancer.

They're perfect for lymphoma.
Except Chase's.

They're just goofy.

Lymphoma could cause infiltrants
in his reproductive organs

and his brain.

If it's this advanced,
he's dead no matter what we do.

So give him the STD meds
and hope the tests were wrong.

Svinnuk.
Who's the lucky woman?

My wife.

No, I don't want to know
who gets the chocolates.

I want to know who
you're having the affair with.

Fell on his head as a child.
Tragic.

Norwegian chocolate.

Frankly, you buy that stuff,
the terrorists win.

Some people bottle up
their feelings,

have them come out
as physical pain.

Healthy human beings
express feelings,

such as affection,
by giving gifts.

Gifts express guilt.

The more expensive
the expression,

the deeper the guilt.

That's a $12 box.

So either you haven't
slept with her yet,

or she wasn't that good.

It's not all about sex, House.

Really?
When did that change?

[door opens]

I want to get Depo-Provera.

Actually, at your age,

as long as you're careful,

the risk of you getting pregnant
is pretty limited.

Yeah, but it would
calm me down. Right?

If I get a high enough dose.

You mean "calm"
as in a peaceful lake,

on cool summer evening?

Or in the lesser used
meaning of,

nothing can ever
bother you again

because life has absolutely
no meaning?

High dose of Depo-Provera

will chemically castrate you.

Yeah.

[inhales forcefully]

Okay.

I'm gonna get up to leave now.

And I'm gonna a walk
to that door, turn the handle.

And then you're suddenly
gonna decide

that you have to
tell me the truth.

I'm gonna have to turn around
and come all the way back.

See, the thing is,
my leg hurts.

Can we cut the walking
out of the equation?

I love cows.

Any particular...variety?

Guernseys? Holsteins?

Which are
the black and white ones?

Oh, God.

I pass a farm
on my way to school.

And they're so beautiful.

They're so majestic.
I dream about them.

Leather shoes, hamburgers.

How can anybody do that
to a cow?

Make love, not belts.
It's beautiful.

I haven't actually--
Well, relax.

Something we doctors deal with
all the time.

I'm gonna write you
the name of a drug.

You don't need a prescription.

And it looks
just like Depo-Provera.

But does it do the same thing?

Oh, God, no.

That stuff has all sorts
of nasty side effects.

It's real medicine.

No, this is all you need.

Your frat buddies will be
completely fooled.

Tell them how appalled
the doctor was.

Lots of laughs.

We think you may have
a sexually transmitted disease.

No. It's not possible.

Sir, maybe we should
speak in private?

Have you tested him for this?

The tests were negative.

Well, then it's not that.

So what else could it be?

Nothing good.

If you've been having sex,

you have to tell me.

I have not had sex
since my divorce.

I didn't ask him
to take the medicine.

I asked you to give him
the medicine.

He hasn't had sex
in over a year.

He's lying.
He knows what's at stake.

We should start treating him
for lymphoma right away.

Maybe if we hit him
hard and fast--
Wilson!

How long can you go
without sex?

How long can you go
without annoying people?

No, seriously.
Week? Month?

I'm not having an affair.

I didn't say you were.

Not in this conversation.

We're talking about a patient.

People have impulse control.

We don't need sex.

Well, not like air.

But as a biological imperative,
sure we do.

There's two things
we get stupid for.

Money and sex.

And since money rarely
enters the bloodstream...

Was his daughter in the room
when you asked if he'd had sex?

I told him we could
talk privately.

He didn't care
if she was there.

It's almost noon.
Little girl would go to lunch.

Soon as she's out the door,
you're gonna get paged.

Then you page me.

[pager beeps]

Lunch is early, huh?

Hi.

I'm Dr. House.

I hear you'd rather die
than admit

you had sex.

I'm sorry.
I...couldn't tell my daughter.

Right. 'Cause she's...
what, 22?

I slept with her mom.

She probably knows
that's happened already.

Roll over.

My wife had an affair.
I forgave her.

She had another affair.

And I forgave her again.

And...Amy thinks

I was an idiot.

So smart.
You must be very proud.

Roll over.

I assume you've been in love.

Is that the one that
makes your pants feel funny?

I'm starting you on a cocktail
of STD meds.

Amy is just getting over it.

She barely spoke to her mom
for months.

If she thought that
it was happening again,

that that's why I got sick--

We just happened
to be at the same

Italian cheese-tasting thing.

Cheese is the devil's plaything.

It was just the one night.

Oh, you're obviously
completely over her.

Amy thinks love leads you
to make stupid choices.

You're certainly setting
a good example for her.

She just doesn't get it.

If you're not prepared
to look stupid,

then nothing great is ever
gonna happen, right?

On the other hand,

I guess your testicles aren't
going to explode either.

[door slides open]

Dad.

Is everything okay?

I have a sexually transmitted
disease.

How's that possible?

He met a woman in church.

Does she play bridge?

[laughing]
Does she--

[coughing]

[spitting]

Crash cart!
Oh, God...

Is this another seizure?

Shut up.

Comin' in!

(Amy)
Oh, God.

40 milligrams furosemide.

Knock him out.

How would an STD do this?

It wouldn't.

(Chase)
It was flash pulmonary edema.

We took a liter of fluid off,

but the problem wasn't
with his lungs.

It's his heart.

There are vegetations

obstructing his mitral valve.

(Foreman)
It's not an STD.

Lymphoma wouldn't erupt
that suddenly.

So what is it, then?

A disease that attacks

his brain, heart,
and testicles.

I think Byron wrote about that.

Could be psittacosis.

(Chase)
Chlamydia cultures would've
come back positive.

Strep viridans
can hit the heart.

[sighs]

Wouldn't mess with
the reproductive system.

Maybe things aren't...
so nicely connected.

He's 65.

We could be looking at
multiple systems

just starting to break down
independently.

Way to a man's heart

is through his stomach.

(Chase)
He's had acid reflux for years.

It--it can't be relevant.

(House)
It seems there are other ways

to kill people besides
having sex with them.

You don't need this so much.

Problem is not your lungs.

It's your heart.

That Italian cheese thing
at the church.

What sort of cheese?

Why do you need to know?

I'm having a fondue party.

Was it sheep cheese?

Might have been.
Why?

Was it soft?

Yeah.

Taste like crap?

Yeah. Bitter.

Taste like this?

Yeah. But how did--

That was regular
low-fat American.

I added some bacteria.

For flavor.

You fed him bacteria?

It's pretty much
on everything.

Especially the unpasteurized
sheep cheese

they make in the Alps.

That stuff will give you
brucellosis.

Key to a long life.
Exotic women, boring cheese.

Gonna start you on rifampin

and doxycycline.

Doesn't make any sense.

I mean, nobody else
at the church got sick.

99.9 percent of Christians

have so much acid
in their stomach,

they become churning cauldrons
of death

for all those nasty little
brucellosis bugs.

But you were taking antacids
for your acid reflux.

So that turns
your digestive tract

into a pleasant scenic river

for all those
bacterial tourists.

You sure you're right?
Absolutely.

Your socks don't match.

Which means you got up

and got dressed in the dark,

which means you don't want
to wake your wife.

Which means you don't want
to talk to her.

Which means--

I was referring to your patient.

Oh, that. No.

Come on, I'm basing it
on cheese.

How long before
you get the tests back?

We'll know before that.

If I'm wrong, he'll just keep
getting worse and slowly die.

But if I'm right,
either we caught it in time

and he gets better.

Or we didn't and he goes

into cardiac arrest
at any moment.

[beeping rapidly]

Paddles.

[paddles hum]

Charging.

250. Clear.

Charging. 300.

Clear.

Charging. 360. Clear.

Epinephrine.

Are you gonna tell her?

That you suspect an affair?
Sure.

Well, she already hates you,
why not?

Because you think
that getting it off your chest

will let you sleep better.

It won't.

You'll end up sleeping
on my lumpy couch.

There's nothing to tell.

Then why are you playing
foosball here at 8:00 at night?

You always want
to simplify everything.

[pager beeping]
Boil it down to nice,
easy equations.

Nice, easy answers.

Go home and have sex
with your wife.

His heart is back
in sinus rhythm.

There's a lot of damage,
though.

It wa brucellosis,
but we got to it too late.

The vegetation broke off
in his main coronary artery

and caused an infarction.

His heart muscle's
half-dead.

He'll be lucky
to last a week.

Other than that,
how's he doing?

Seriously.

His brain, testicle, lungs,
tonsils.

How's all that
other stuff doing?

Uh...his brain is clear now.

And so is
the genito-urinary tract.

And his kidney function is good.

So, all he needs is a heart,
and he's outta here.

(House)
He's a prime candidate
for transplant.

He doesn't smoke,
drinks moderately.

His tox screen was negative
for illegal drugs.

And legal ones.

Surveillance blood cultures
show absolutely no sign

of any lingering brucella
bacteria.

He's 66 years old.

He told me he was 65.
Liar.

I'm outta here.

There is an inverse correlation

between patient age
and success rates.

He's in excellent health.

This was his first
hospitalization

since breaking his leg at 23.

Or 22.
I'm not sure anymore.

If this patient were to survive
the operation,

he'd get another what?

5, 10, maybe 20 years
if he's very lucky.

(House)
So you're saying

that old people aren't as worth
saving as young people.

(Cuddy)
He's saying that hearts

are a scarce resource.

We obviously have to
choose criteria--

(House)
No, I get it.

Women live longer, so they
should get preference, right?

And African-Americans,

they die a lot younger.

So to hell with them.

What, you think
you're gonna win me over

by calling me a racist?

If the test is who gets
to use it the longest,

you can either be a racist
or a hypocrite.

Your patient had a life.
A family.

We've got 18-year-old kids
who will neve--

How old are you, Doctor?

When do we get to toss you
on an ice flow?

(Cuddy)
And thank you, Dr. House.

Unless anybody else
has any further questions,

we will now go
into private session.

Oh, I'm on pins and needles.

I wonder how you'll decide.

The Nets just won
their third game in a row.

Beat the Lakers.

I'm sorry.

They voted no.

So...

when...

will I die?

Might have a week.

[pounding cane steadily]

I wrote a letter
to the board of directors,

appealing the transplant
committee's decision.

I'm alleging bias against you
clouded their medical judgment.

I need you to sign.

They made the right call.

You don't believe that.

You told the committee--

I was advocating
for my patient.

Then why are you--

Advocating for my patient.

I've got clinic duty.

I need you to get me the files

on everybody
who dies here today.

You really think this thing'll
change their decision?

Nope.

[moos]

I think I broke my ankle.

I was kicked.
By a hoof.

I'm so in love.
She was so beautiful.

Which one?

One of the black and white ones.

I'm not sure what type.
Which "type"?

Which one?
I want a name.

Why would it have a name?
Well, not "it."

She. Or he.

I want to know her dreams,
her hopes.

It's a cow.

Hey, I'm not the one
who said he was in love.

People who actually
have this condition

rationalize it.

They dismiss it.

They don't elevate it
to the level of poetry.

Plus there's a wooden splinter
in there.

So either you hit yourself
with a two-by-four

or Elsie has a peg leg.

I'm off duty at 6:00.

Give yourself another whack,

come back and scam
somebody else.

I'm sick.

And you're a doctor.

You have a duty to help me.

Technically I don't
have to treat anybody.

Before running a series

of painful and often
humiliating tests.

Whatever you need.

90-year-old woman
died of pneumonia.

Unless she has a bionic heart,
what's next?

Um...baby died in the ICU.

Babies are useless.

They've got hearts the size
of ping-pong balls. Next?

Um...40-year-old male...

Yes?

Heart attack.

If you really cared about me,
you'd find me a better corpse.

There's no other deaths.

There's one woman
who was in a car accident.

Bad one, I hope.

The organ procurement people
have been notified.

Give me her file.

It's in the ER.

They're still working on her.

Age?

About 40.

Young. Damn.

Young is good.

Smoker?

Don't know.

Find out.

She's still alive.

Even if we get on the list,

we can't go near her until--

Overweight?

She's on the hefty side.

Excellent.

Our odds just went up.

What odds?

What is this?

60 percent of potential
donor hearts get tossed

in the trash because there's
something wrong with them.

With fat people,
it's closer to 80.

But if her heart's
no good, then--

Big, fat, sloppy heart.

Beats no heart at all.

Are you Mr. Neuberger?

Yes.

I'm Dr. House.

Need to ask you a few questions
about your wife.

Is she gonna be okay?

I'm afraid I don't know that.

Could you tell me
about her accident?

They, uh, think she fell asleep,
went off the road.

That's all they told me.

Any problems with her health
up until now?

Why?

Please, it's important.

Um...

she had a fever today,
but otherwise she was--

How high?

About 101.

She hasn't missed a day
of teaching in years.

And I should've
made her stay home.

Any other symptoms?

A stomachache.

Who cares?

She was in a car crash.

(woman)
Mr. Neuberger.
Yeah.

My name's Ellen Stambler.

I'm the organ procurement
coordinator

for Southern New Jersey.

I just want to assure you

that we'll treat her organs
with care

and dignity.

Her organs?

Laura died?

I--I'm sorry.
I thought, um--

[sobbing]

She was just pronounced dead.

I thought he was telling you.

I didn't know.

You should never
make assumptions.

What did you want from me?

I'm sorry for your loss.

But I need your wife's heart.

(Foreman)
The organ procurement
coordinator

just left the hospital.

Means we got lucky.

Either that
or she's getting lunch.

Dead woman's last name

have a "U" or "W"?

(Cameron)
You're hacking into

a confidential patient file?

Is that a problem for you?

It's a "U."

N-E-U.

Berger.

Three minutes ago,

her organs
were officially declared

not viable.

Time to go dumpster diving.

Hey.

She's got hepatitis C.

Her ALTs are three times normal.

With Henry's immune system down,

an infected heart
will kill him.

Fortunately, she didn't
have hep C.

She tested positive.

Her history says otherwise.

Her husband told me
she was running a fever

with stomach pains.

Not symptomatic of hep C.

[life support machines humming]

[machines stop]

Hey, what are you doing?
What are you doing?

Hey.
What are you doing?

Again, sorry.

But we need to talk.

(Cuddy)
Mr. Neuberger

has every right to take his wife
off the ventilator.

His wife signed
an organ donor card.

Which became invalid when
her organs were turned down.

I can use them!

I just need some time.

Committee says
they won't take her heart.

Another committee
says the guy

can't have a heart.

It's a marriage
made in heaven.

I can find a surgical team
that can do this.

Classified as experimental,

it's not gonna screw
with their numbers.

This is what she wanted.

No.
She wanted her organs
to help--

She never wanted to be kept
alive on a ventilator.

She's not. She's dead!

She's not in pain.
She's not suffering.

It's just her...meat
we're dealing with here.

This is my wife.

Not anymore.

She deserves some respect.
Some dignity.

I respect the living.
Right.

That is why you made me think
that you were her doctor.

Made me believe that

maybe there was some hope.

I never said that
I was her doctor.

Fine, you didn't lie.

But you sure as hell didn't
give me any respect.

I am taking her
off the machines. Now.

Nicely played.

It's not over.

Excuse me.

Are you Mr. Neuberger?

Yeah. Why?

I'm Amy Arrington.

I wanted to thank you.

[sighs]

(House)
This girl's father

will die by next weekend unless
he gets your wife's heart.

House. Don't you think
that's a little manipulative?

No.
It's hugely manipulative.

You're an ass.

(House)
Hey. Listen!

You take your wife
off life support,

and I'll have forgotten
about this in two weeks.

Gail here, on the other hand--
Amy.

Whatever.

You're mad at me.
Fine, I get that.

Take it out on me.
Not on her.

[sighs]

Oof!

Fine.

Your dad can, uh...
have her heart.

(House)
Fever. Stomach pain.

Raised liver enzymes.

She's sick.

Worse than that.

She's dead.

(Foreman)
My point is,

even if it's not hep C,

it's something.

They turned her down
as a donor

because if we put that heart
into someone,

they won't survive.

Whatever made her sick
will kill him.

Yeah. So what is it?

Enzymes indicate--
(Chase)
You want us to do

a differential diagnosis
on a dead person?

We're going to cure her.

We're going to cure death?

[laughs maniacally]

Doubt it.

Just want to get the infection
out of her heart

before we get the heart
out of her.

The fever indicates

an infection.
(Foreman)
She probably has hep C

and a bad case of the flu.

Let's assume, just for fun,
that the answer

is something
that might be helpful.

Fever and belly pain.

Could be a gall bladder
infection.

Like that.

Do an MRI. Stat.

(Foreman)
You really don't need
to be here.

I assume, uh, House
is a great doctor.

Why would you assume that?

Because, uh, when you're
that big a jerk,

you're either great
or unemployed.

(Chase)
No sign of gall bladder
infection.

But there was a cyst.

Perfectly round.
Now, hep C wouldn't cause--

The question was never,
is it hep C?

The question was given
that it's not hep C,

what is it?

Adenoma?
Not solid enough.

Cavernous hemangioma?

Not vascular enough.

What if she was sloppy

about washing her hands
after pooping?

Uh...
amoeba infection?

If the amebiasis started
in her liver,

then spread to her blood,

that would explain
all her symptoms.

Except for the crushed skull,

but I'm assuming that's
from the car crash.

Ill start her on paromomycin
and chloroquine.

Ten grams each.

That's...
20 times the normal dose.

Right. So we'll destroy her
retinas and damage her hearing.

Whoever wants those parts
is having a very bad day.

Couple hours on the meds,
she'll be feeling great.

Got your labs.

Do you eat guinea pigs?

No.

How about hamsters or mice?

Humans?

What are you talking about?

Is something wrong with me?
Absolutely nothing.

Your blood work is perfect.

You've got lots of vitamins,
minerals.

All kinds of proteins.

Including a little something
I like to call

bovine serum albumin.

Which you get from eating

the animals mentioned.

Or cow.

You don't really worship cows.

So I have to wonder,
what could be more humiliating

than someone calling
your girlfriend a cow

and not being metaphorical?

Nice.

It's my mom.

Well, either that's
a very old photograph,

or it's your stepmom.

She goes around the house
in a bikini. Or less.

I-I can't stop thinking
about her.

My dad's in Europe.

I'll be watching TV,
she'll give me a massage.

I can't walk for an hour.

Still. Cows?

She's my mother!

Step.

Please.

I just need the medicine
for three months

until I graduate and I move
out of the house.

Please.

You're not gonna have any fun
at graduation.

(House)
Keep up the good work.

Your shirt is ironed.

That means you haven't told
your wife anything.

Let's say you're right.

You're saying I'm right?

No.
Let is saying.

Does it occur to you
that maybe

there's some deeper guidance
than "keep your mouth shut"?

That maybe a friend might

value concern over glibness?

That maybe...

Maybe I'm going through
something

that I need to have
an actual conversation about?

[pager beeping]

Does it occur to you

that if you need
that kind of a friend,

you may have made
some deeper errors.

(Chase)
Her heartbeat's irregular.

Looks like global hypokinesis.

Stop the meds.

You're giving up?

Either we're wrong
and her heart is unusable...

or right, but the treatment
we had to give her

will make her heart unusable.

I'm sorry.
You can pull the plug now.

Find me another body.

That fat guy on Ortho service
didn't look so hot.

No!

She's not ready.

You were ready this morning.

She's not done.

She's gotta save that guy.

(House)
Alternate theories?

Amebiasis was our best hope.

The fact that her heart rate
went back to normal

when we stopped the meds
pretty much--

What's our second best hope?

House, put down the wand.

There's no obstruction.

(Foreman)
Maybe we should just

biopsy it.

She's a fridge
with the power out.

We start poking around inside,

the vegetable goes bad.

No offense.

I don't see that
we have a lot of choice.

The only way we're gonna find
that infection--

(Cameron)
What if it's not an infection?

Toxins can cause
similar symptoms.

Especially if whatever it is
did liver damage.

Her, uh, toxin screen was clean.

(House)
Those things never cover

for any of the really cool
toxins.

Run the screen again
for whatever you can think of.

You, keep the other patient
alive.

You, check out the school.

And I seem to need

to hire another doctor

to go search her home.

Come on.

(Neuberger)
If she was taking
any medications,

I'd know about it.

Did your wife dye her hair?

No.

Her mom never went gray.

She didn't either.

Guess this must be yours, then.

Can you think of anything else
she might've lied to you about?

Any drugs she "gave up"
when she married you?

How are you feeling, sir?

Mr. Arrington?

Mr. Arrington?

[monitor beeping alarm]

What's going on?

His heart's not pumping enough
blood to his brain.

We're gonna have to give it
some help.

Get the balloon ready.

You use this drawer?

(Neuberger)
No, that's for her vitamins.

Sleeping pills.

She never took sleeping pills.

Okay.

You on a diet?

No.

[sighs]

I guess you never really
know someone, do you?

Quite the insight.

She lied to you
about her hair color.

And didn't want you to know
she thought she was fat.

Unless you never lied to her

about anything that huge.

And then you can probably
let those slide.

Diet pills could've
messed her up.

Raised the live enzymes
and caused the bellyache.

But not the fever.

Maybe something else
set off the fever.

Like what?

Before I show you these,

they were in a locked drawer
in her desk.

The vice principal
said that Laura

must've confiscated them.

They've had some problems with--

Neither interesting nor helpful.

This at least is interesting.

[scoffs]
No, it's not.

Sex with teenagers
isn't interesting?

Where did you grow up?

It isn't helpful.

Teenage boys
aren't toxins.

What if the cyst
isn't a cyst?

Then we have nothing to go on.

I said it's not a cyst.
I didn't say it was nothing.

What if it's a scar?

(Foreman)
Fitzhugh-Curtis syndrome?

You're pushing gonorrhea again?

You got anything better?

Test her.

And start her on ceftriaxone.

What are you testing for now?

Just some more infections.

She's positive for gonorrhea.

I think that's the first time
those words

have been uttered in joy.

Meds are started.

Her heart should be clear enough
to use

in about four or five hours.

I'll go tell the families.

He's in a coma.

Start him on dobutamine.

Already did.

We either do the surgery now
or we find him a new brain too.

House, she's still got
a significant amount

of gonorrhea in her system.

Hopefully tomorrow,
it'll be in his system.

I need two O.R.s
and the transplant team.

What is it?

(Amy)
What's going on?

Is he getting a heart?
Yeah.
Excuse me.

(Neuberger)
I assume this means you, uh,

you found out
what was wrong with Laura?

She had a amebiasis.

We just found a different way
to get rid of it.

Thank you.

That was kind of you.

I didn't want him
going postal on us.

Soon as his wife's heart's
in our hands,

you can tell him
about the gonorrhea.

He's gotta be tested.

Preferably before he gets
any sympathy sex.

Paddles.

50 joules.

[machines hums to life]
Charging.

Charging.

[monitor beeping steadily]

Let's take him off bypass.

Mr. Neuberger.

There's something
I need to tell you.

The last, uh...

year or so, uh...

Laura was kind of distant
with me.

I don't know why.

I thought maybe she was
having an affair.

But...not Laura.

And I'm not excusing myself,

but when I was traveling
during Christmas,

I had a...

I had a one-night stand.

I got gonorrhea.

Are you sure--

Yeah.

I should've said something
to you.

But I didn't want to believe
that I gave it to her.

That's what made her sick,
and...

that was why she got
into the accident.

Cecile?

Am I dead?

Hopefully not
for a long time.

Why are you here?

Amy called me.

If you do Mom again,
you gotta wear a condom.

(Chase)
You're gonna have gonorrhea

in your system for a while.

[Taj Mahal's
Honky Tonk Woman]

* I met a gin-soaked
barroom queen in Memphis *

[knock on door]

* She tried to take me
upstairs for a ride *

[knock on door]

* She had to heave me
right across her shoulder *

* 'Cause I just can't...

Could I stay with you
for a few days?

You idiot.

You told her.

She told me.

Things have been crappy
at home lately.

I figured I wasn't spending
enough time there.

I figured...

[sighs]

It turns out, you're right.

It's always about sex.

She's been having an affair.

* It's the honky-tonk women

Want a beer?

* That gimme, gimme, gimme
the honky-tonk blues *

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