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[tires screeching]

[siren wailing]

[coughs]

[panting]

[coughs]

Hey, guys!

Guess he got away.

Can Baby Shoes
come out to play?

[chuckles]

Come on.
Hands on your head, climb out.

I can't climb out
if my hands are on my head.

[chuckling]
Just keep 'em where
I can see 'em, man.

Go 'head. Go 'head.
Come on.

[laughing]

You high, popo?

Yeah, man.

Catchin' morons
makes me high.

Take your shirt off
by your collar and turn around.

Whoo, would you
look at that!

Dude's got a weapon.

All right, you have the right
to remain...stupid!

Watch the gun.

Anything you say will be
completely incomprehensible.

Seriously, man, careful!

Seriously, man?

Seriously?

Your mama know what you do?!

[laughing]

[Massive Attack's
Teardrop]

*

Aww...that's sweet.

Your dad's proud.

You made the local paper.

From my article.

Give it a rest.

You read what he wrote
in the margin?

"Our friend
Lazarus sleeps,

but I go that I
may wake him up."

He's not proud of me.
He's proud of Jesus.

Everything I do right
is God's work.

Everything I do wrong

is my own damn fault.

Cop with a sense of humor.

Differential diagnosis.

Guy's in the E.R.,
bleeding on everybody.

Drugs?

He's a cop.

Good point.
How about...drugs?

Tox screen was clean.

He did, however,
get hit by a bullet.

Just mentioning it.

He was shot?

No, somebody threw it at him.

I'm thinking trauma.

He's got bullet fragments
lodged in his brain.

According to Baby Shoes,

the cop was laughing
before he got shot.

Baby Shoes?
Guy who shot him.

Reliable witness.

His name is Baby Shoes.

How bad can he be?

Fragments are in
the wrong part of the brain

to cause euphoria.

So let's expand the search.

Factor in the cough
and the cloudy lungs.

Why are we ignoring
the elevated heart rate?

'Cause he's in shock.

What if the heart
was already fast

before he got shot?

You mean after the foot race?

He's giddy.
Indicates a blockage of oxygen.

Carbon monoxide gas
would elevate the heart rate

and cause coughing and impair
neurological functions.

He got CO poisoning
outdoors?

Yeah.

All 'cause those bastards
didn't ratify Kyoto.

Or he got CO poisoning
indoors

and moved outdoors

before he'd inhaled
enough to make him drop dead.

Test his arterial blood gas.

If his carboxy hemoglobin levels
are higher than 15%,

stick him
in a hyperbaric chamber.

You go check the cop car
for gas leaks or--

If it was the cop car,
his partner would be sick.

Well, maybe she is.

She just doesn't have
as good a sense of humor.

Also check his personal cars,
work, home.

I'll check the precinct.

[laughter]

Blood tests confirm
you have low-level

carbon monoxide poisoning.

We're putting you inside
a high-pressure chamber to...

[giggling]

You don't really care,
do you?

Do you live near
a gas supply?

Uh, yeah, me.

After, like,
a huge enchilada.

[clears throat]

Anything toxic
you have at your home?

Any paint solvents,
anything unhygienic?

Uh, no.

No, I keep a pretty
clean home.

[distant siren]

[cooing]

[laughing]

If you start having
trouble breathing,

you can press this button,

and the chamber
will decompress.

Like this?

Don't now.
If you have trouble.

Ah, it's broken.

All right, well,
if you have problems

we'll push it for you.

Ow! Ow.

Muscle contracture.

How bad does it hurt?

Not...not at all.

[laughing]

Looks wild, though, huh?

Your brain's not
getting enough oxygen.

You're losing motor function.

We should start this
right away.

[laughing]
Should I be scared?

No, you probably have

a carbon monoxide leak
in your place.

We have a guy there
checking things out.

[distant siren]

Sounds okay.

How about
the gas intake valve?

Looks great.

It's down in
the furnace room.

Your system's fine.

If you had
a carbon monoxide leak,

half the force
would be sick.

Then why are you here?

I was wondering
if you could do me a favor.

Yeah.

I've, uh...

I've got a disability.

These are speeding tickets.

A lot of emergencies.

He's feeling better now,

but...you never know.

I'll see what we can do.

[man coughing]

Where's your partner sit?

Place is a cesspool,

but I don't think I need
to test for anything.

Nope, waste of time.

You know about
the marijuana?

I've heard rumors
since junior high.

The cop's acting high
because he is high.

He's got--
Legionnaires' Disease.

It's a good thing
Joe got shot.

The whole precinct
would have got wiped out.

Anarchy on the streets.

Takes 48 hours to test
for Legionnaire's.

And only two seconds
to recognize

if the symptoms fit
while staring at

the rancid, unchanged
water of an AC unit.

Marijuana explains
the high carboxy,

the cloudy lungs,
and the happiness.

Pot doesn't explain the fact

that he's gotten worse
since he was admitted.

Why don't we agree
to disagree?

Actually, why don't we agree
that you'll disagree with me

while treating him
for Legionnaire's?

It's not as pithy, but...

I feel a lot better.

The meds are working.

Heart rate's normal.

COHP levels are down.
No fever.

Take some deep breaths.

You seem disappointed.

I'm glad you're
feeling better.

You got a problem
with cops?

Please don't talk.

In my experience,

people who just
don't like cops have a reason--

I need you not to talk.

No rales.

(Chase)
These clouded areas
of the upper lobes...

they're the infiltrates
we found yesterday.

Not there anymore?

They're clearing up.

You had Legionnaire's.
Now you don't.

So you didn't, um...

You didn't find
anything at my place?

Nothing...
medically relevant.

So there's, uh...

There's nothing I need
to worry about, then?

Not this time.

Whatcha doing?

I want to make sure he sees
what's involved.

What we found
was fairly advanced.

These cloudy areas here,
and here.

These parts of your lungs
simply weren't functioning.

They're okay now, right?

Everything's okay now?

I'm fine.

You're blind.

I bumped into something.
That doesn't mean I can't see.

I'm sure it's frightening,
but you only think--

What's Dr. Cameron wearing?

Dark blue pants,
white shirt.

Black shoes.
Ooh, almost.

'Cept for the pants,
shirt, and shoes.

You're blind.

(Chase)
He really thinks he can see?

He can physically see.
His brain just can't process it.

No chance this is
a practical joke?

No way.

Anton's Blindness

indicates damage
to both occipital lobes.

Must be from the trauma.

Bullet fragments just happen
to hit the same spot

in both lobes?

Stroke could cause
Anton's Blindness and euphoria.

Office Krupke
is clotting in his brain.

Start heparin
to thin the blood,

find the clot,
and yank it out.

Clot would be at the top

of the bilateral
vertibral arteries.

Great.
Chase...

stick your fingers in there,
grope around till you find it.

Oh, wait...

When you turn him
into a vegetable,

then there's gonna be
frivolous lawsuits.

You know what
would be better?

Contrast MRI.

Do we have one of those?

You can't do an MRI.

If the bullet fragment's
magnetic,

they'll move and rip
his brain apart.

Well, let's flip a coin.

Heads, MRI;
tails, he dies.

The police issue
Kevlar vests

don't have the ceramic
plate insert

that would shatter a bullet,
they would just catch it.

So the bullet
shattered on its own.

Meaning Baby Shoes was using
.38 caliber hollow points.

Which, unfortunately,
are ferromagnetic.

It's just so cool
that you know that.

We could do an angio

to find the clotting.

Waste of time.

The skull creates
too much artifact.

We'll never get
a decent view.

Next best thing
to an MRI.

And a waste of time.
Angio might show--

Oh, God, it's a coup!

Fine!
Go do your angio.

When you're done
wasting your time,

meet me down in the morgue.

(Cameron)
We're going to snake a catheter
in your femoral artery

and up into your brain
so we can check for clots.

Keep this on
throughout the procedure.

Unless the pot's already
made you sterile.

I have a stressful job.
You got no idea.

I grew up with cops like you.

One part bully,
nine parts hypocrite.

(Cameron)
What is wrong with you?

Just having some fun.

That man is sick and scared.
The man's a crooked cop.

Maybe you should take yourself
off the case, Foreman.

Don't have to like someone
to be their doctor.

Hey, how you
doing there, buddy?

Just sit still and we'll

have you back out there

scaring the crap out of people
in no time.

Happy?

What did the angio tell us?

What are you looking for?

I called my mom.

She didn't pick up.

What did the angio tell us?

That Foreman should be
off this case.

(House)
He's a neurologist.

Unless you think the patient's
optic nerve is in his spleen...

He doesn't like cops.

(House)
Foreman, policemen

are our friends.

If you and I ever
get separated shopping--

I was just busting
the guy's chops.
See?

He was just busting
the guy's chops.

Foreman is essential
to solving this case.

Medically, what did
the angio tell us?

Appears to be some clotting,

possibly around
the circle of Willis.

Based on the progression
of symptoms,

the clot is growing.

We need to cut into--

Saying there appears to be
clotting is like saying

there's a traffic jam ahead.

Is it a 10-car pileup

or just a really slow bus
in the center lane?

And if it is a bus,

is it a thrombotic bus
of an embolic bus?

Think I pushed
that metaphor too far.

Angio can't tell us

that kind of information.

Oh, so you're saying
it's just a waste of time.

It gave us some information
without killing him.

You don't know that
an MRI will kill him.

The bullets
have a ferrous base!

Little tiny pieces
trapped in his head.

They're not going anywhere.

(Chase)
Maybe it's worth

attempting surgery
to remove the fragments.

Surgeons say inoperable,

or the patient's
on blood thinners.

Other than that,
perfect planning.

You got a better plan?

Much.

[gunshot]

Bullets identical to the one
that Baby Shoes

popped Joe with.

Let's see
how magnetic it is.

Did anybody hear a--

I shot him.

He's dead.

(Cameron)
The bullet split into four
fragments, no exit wounds.

Only used a half load
of gunpowder.

We won't be exactly precise

comparing the location
on an X-ray to an MRI.

How unprofessional
was Foreman?

As him yourself.
He's right here.

(Cameron)
Worse than usual.

Better than you.

He berated Joe
for being a bad cop.

Berated or humiliated?

I'm not sure.

I didn't have
my thesaurus with me.

One implies that
he took pleasure in it.

I wanna know if it was
repressed black anger

or just giddiness.
Whoa!

Whoa.
You think I'm sick?

I think that
an appropriate response

to watching your boss
shoot a corpse

is not to grin foolishly.

But the fact that I've grown
bored by your insanity

is proof of nothing.

[on intercom]
Dr. Foreman,

Dr. Chase requests
your assistance.

[door opens]

I can't even imagine
the backwards logic you used

to rationalize
shooting a corpse.

Well, if I'd shot
a live person,

there's a lot more
paperwork.

Then it won't be a problem
for you to stand beside

the casket at the wake
and explain why a cancer patient

has a bullet hole
in his head?

The man donated
his body to science.

Yes, it's a tragedy.

If I hadn't shot him,

his body could have
spent the next year

letting first-year med students
use the carpool lane.

He's set.

Do not turn that on,
House.

You're mad because I put
a bullet in his head.

At worst, all I'm doing now
is taking it out.

My bad.

Ahem.

They have to, uh, shut down
the magnet to fix it.

MRI is gonna be
out of commission

for at least two weeks.

Well, it doesn't matter.

We obviously can't
use it on this patient.

(Cameron)
No...

But there are other
doctors in this hospital,

and other patients.

That helps explain
how they can afford

all the fancy equipment.

I'm sure
I'm pulling my weight.

Is doing nothing an option?

I'm just saying.

Maybe the clot will
break up on its own.

The giddiness seems
to have gone away.

The blindness hasn't.

Echo his heart.
Looking for what?

The problem is obviously
neurological.

The clots are in his brain.

The source of the clots
may not be.

Do a complete transthoratic
echocardiogram.

Maybe we get lucky.

Maybe the clots
are coming from his heart.

(Chase)
Heart's clean.

Where else can we look?

We could ultrasound his legs,
look for a DVT.

I need you to move over.

Joe?

You okay?

Tachycardia.
Heart rate 150 and rising.

He's bleeding out.
Saline wide open.
[alarms beeping]

House wanted to thin his blood.
Sure did a good job.

BP's crashing.
He's going into shock.

Intracranial bleeding.
We need to relieve the pressure.

We need a surgical team.

[giggling]

Foreman, get out!

(Foreman)
Boy, is he screwed!

We clot his blood, he dies.

We thin it, he dies.

Am I the only one
who finds this funny?

Oh, man.

I'm not sick!

Did you hear the one
about the guy

who bled into his brain

and had to have a hole
drilled in his skull

to relieve the pressure?

Hilarious!

Someone laughs,
they're dying?

That's absurd.

But not funny.

If I'm not sick,

all you're doing is locking me
up with the source.

I'll get sick,
prove you right.

If you're not sick,
it's not contagious.

You've got nothing
to worry about.

If you are sick,
the two of you

are staying in there
until we find out why.

So you might want to
make friends with the pig.

Good news is I can
finally get my MRI.

No, you can't!

You blew up the machine!

Not the portable one,
Chuckles.

Chase and Cameron
are bringing it to scan

your non-bullet-riddled head.

Wh-where are you going?

To the office.
Got work to do.

Eat your meals.

Take your temperature
every half hour

and any meds
I command you to take.

So I'm just
a regular patient now?

No.

You get your own
thermometer.

[chuckles]

Check your blood.

Anyone with
an elevated sed rate

gets to be Foreman's
new roomie.

He should be
a part of this.

He's a patient.

He's not irrational.
He's not objective.

He's got the most motivation
to get this diagnosed.

Right, you're not even
friends with him.

Why would you care?

There's an area

of increased
T2 attenuation

in the cingulate cortex.

Kind of...mushy.

Cingulate cortex
controls emotions.

This mushy spot
explains the euphoria.

Question is,
what's causing the mush?

Question you might want
to ask a neurologist.

Foreman is a selfish jerk,
but he's a neurologist,

and he's the only one
who's been in that apartment.

This is why
he shouldn't be here.

You wouldn't call him
a jerk if he was here.

If you think he screwed
up at that apartment,

you'd keep it to yourself.

No, I--
Well, we'll never know.

But as long as
he's not here,

he's just like
any other patient.

Which means we can
dump on him all we want.

What's eating
the selfish jerk's brain?

West Nile

or Eastern equine
encephalitis--

Test Foreman's blood.

Given that he's
the only one who got it,

person-to-person transmission
is less likely

than some sort of deadly toxin
Foreman picked up

at the guy's home.

Who wants to go next?

Whoa.

You're ready
to sacrifice yourself

for a guy who doesn't
consider you a friend.

He's just a patient, right?

It's the job.

Hey...

You don't have
to go anywhere.

Joe's apartment
is right downstairs in the lab.

Foreman brought back
samples of everything.

What was that,
"Who wants to go next?"

Some kind of...test?

Don't worry.
You made the right call.

Foreman stumbled
into whatever it is

without knowing.

He's way smarter
than you are.

Ow!

Damn, Chase!

[laughing]
You suck at this.

Sorry, it's this damn suit.

I can do it myself.

And I'll throw that out.

What'd the MRI show?

[grunts]

I can't be a part
of the differential,

and I can't even know
what the differential is?

You'd tell any other patient
what you found out.

MRI showed a lesion
on your cingulate cortex.

What's the thinking?

Toxins are in the lead.

Viral's a distant second.

Do you think the lesion
could be an abscess?

It's just a small,
soft area, more mush than--

Was there inflammation
in the lining of the ventricles?

There was an increased
signal there, yeah.

What are you thinking?

Staph infection.

Toxins lead
to neurodegeneration,

which causes the lesion.

Not without a fever.

The cop had a fever.

Mine could be coming.

I could have got it
directly from him,

or a dirty dish towel
at his place.

Give us Omaya reservoirs.

Deliver linezolid directly
into our brains.

And we're cured.

(Cameron)
Samples tested negative
for toluene, arsenic, and lead.

(House)
What about the blood?

Negative for West Nile

and Eastern equine.

We have to go back
to Joe's apartment--

No one goes back
to that place

till we know
what we're looking for.

Get some of that cop tape.

Stick it over the doors
and the windows.

I'll take all
the Hazmat precautions.

The chance of infection
is next to nothing.

I was never
that great at math.

But next to nothing

is...higher
than nothing, right?

It's not your fault
he got sick.

It would be his fault

if we did.

We should get a sample
directly from Joe's brain.

We can't do a biopsy.

There's too much edema
from the bleeding

because you gave him heparin.

Well, I don't think this is
the time to be pointing fingers.

I didn't give Foreman any.

You want to give Foreman
a brain biopsy?

Come on, really,
who doesn't?

This could be a simple
staph infection

causing neurodegeneration.

Without a fever?
Not a chance.

Joe had a fever.

He also had Legionella.

The mush might be
forming an abscess.

And since
there was inflammation

of the lining
of the ventricles,

it makes sense.

The staph releases
toxins,

causes neurodegeneration,

causes a lesion.

This is a waste of time.

We should put an Omaya reservoir
in Foreman's brain

and start
administering anti--

If I'm gonna be arguing
with Foreman,

I may as well
do it directly.

[sighs]

[grunts]

[grunts]

Kernig's sign, negative.

[grunts]

Brudzinski's sign,
single positive.

[Joe grunts and whimpers]

Patient Joe Luria,

distal and proximal
arm contractures,

duration four seconds.

[rap on glass]

Staph infection most commonly
presents on the skin.

Most commonly?

You wanna treat me
like any other patient, do it.

But the House I know never uses
phrases like "most commonly."

You're not laughing anymore.

No.

Think that's a good thing?

Sorta doubt it.

Staph would be
in your heart, lungs,

spleen, liver, or kidneys

before it gets
to your brain.

Your organs are clear.
It's not staph.

The infection could be
limited to a brain abscess.

Which I would have seen
in your MRI.

Sign this so that I can
take out a piece of your brain.

Let me see the MRI.

There was no abscess
on the image.

Let me see it, then.

I liked you better
when you were jolly.

MRI was taken
over an hour ago.

That soft spot could
now be an abscess.

If it was staph,
you'd have a fever.

Which you don't!

101.6.

What idiot gave you that?

Put the Omaya reservoir
in my skull

and treat me
for the staph.

[buzzing]

(Foreman)
Triangle.

(Chase)
This one?

Uh...circle.

Next.

Foreman, why aren't
you answering?

Is there a problem?

Uh, s-square.

(House)
Tell me your date of birth.

Is that House?

(Chase)
Yeah. Next.

A square again.
Why is he here?

Because my neurologist
is having surgery.

Thought I was just
another patient.

You didn't believe
that crap, did you?

Date of birth.

The Omaya reservoir is inserted
in the parietal lobe.

My spatial recognition
is the issue, not my memory.

Oops!
Did you say Omaya?

I could have sworn
you said biopsy.

Hey, I'm just messing
with your head.

Mother's maiden name,
please.

Get out of my temporal lobe,
House.

[labored breathing]

Hello?

Are you awake?

They told me somebody
was sick like me.

I'm up.

Your voice...

Aren't you my doctor?

Not anymore.

You're the guy
who doesn't like cops.

Yeah.

Can you see?

You can't?

Not a thing.

You've been blind a while.

The fact that you're
aware of it now...

It could be a sign
of improvement.

Aah.

It hurts so much.

Doesn't it?

I'm okay.

It's gonna hurt.

The morphine barely
takes the edge off.

I'm gonna die, aren't I?

You die, I die.
It's not gonna happen.

Why not?

You're just too
stubborn to die?

They took a piece
of my brain.

Whatever's wrong with us...
they'll find.

Do you believe in prayer?

Not really.

Neither do I.

My dad always prays.

So does mine.

Do you wanna try it?

Try prayin'?

Okay.

How is he?

Still dying.

Well, you've almost
mastered another skill, though.

That's good.

Foreman's biopsy results.

Non-specific signs
of inflammation.

That's it?

We also swabbed for staph.
Negative.

He's not even a carrier.

Well, at least
Foreman was wrong too.

Yeah, there's that.

Can I go
to Joe's apartment now?

No.

Go back to the lab.

Start retesting all the samples
that Foreman collected.

For what?

Everything.

Bacteria, toxins, fungus.

Anything that likes
to feast on brain.

That's thousands of--

Better hurry.

Cameron, suit up.
You're gonna monitor Foreman.

He's on
to hand contractures.

He'll be in
Anton's Blindness soon.

Run hourly checks,
because when he does go blind,

he won't be able to tell us.

We'll use the data
to construct a timeline

so we can see
how far behind Joe he is.

Why are you still here?

You're being cautious.

You're being...

common.

When you don't
give a crap about--

How many of your guys

have caught cancer
from their patients?

Let me know
when that happens.

Then we can have
this conversation.

It's just another case, huh?

Gee, I bet you can even
have unprotected sex

with your cancer patients
without catching a damn thing.

Boy, I wish I had your job.

[cane bangs]

[groaning]

Biopsy showed nothing.

How can there
be nothing?

You cut out a piece
of my brain.

It's nothing personal.
We just didn't find anything.

Can you up his morphine
for God's sake?

He's already maxed out,
20 milligrams per hour.

What about toxins?

Everything was negative.

There was a cupboard
above the stove.

Did you see it?

I didn't check all the food,
but could be listeriosis.

We didn't go back.

Follow right.

Who did?

House said we shouldn't go.

Too dangerous.

The answer's gotta be
in that apartment.

Not going
is too dangerous!

I'm sorry.

You're thankful.

If House would have pointed
at you instead of me,

you'd be the one in here.

Look straight forward,
tell me when you can see--

It's your job to go back!
You're a doctor!

You go where
the disease is!

Say when you can
see the light.

I'm dying, and you're sitting
here measuring how fast I go?

Tell me when you can
see the light!
My vision's fine!

Your left-side periphery
is reduced.

It's fine, I'll prove it.

Ow! Son of a bitch!

Now we're both exposed.

You got two choices.

You can go tell House
what just happened

and get your own
cot board in here,

or you can go back
to that apartment...

You save me,

the cop,

and yourself.

It's not SSPE.

I checked your past
vaccinations against Joe's.

No batch matches.

Blood show antibodies
for coxsackievirus?

[Joe moaning]

Guys, could you please
shut him up?

He's over his limit
on morphine.

Where's Cameron?

She said she has
some stuff to do.

Said she'd be back soon.

[screaming]

(Chase)
What are you doing?

Foreman!

[screaming]

Stop!
I can't take it!

Imagine being constantly
reminded of the...

pain you're about to be in.

I can't take it!

Stop it! Stop it!
Stop it, stop it.

Mainline morphine into his
carotid could stop his heart!

So could pain-induced
stress cardiomyopathy.

Either the morphine kills him
or the pain does.

You're condoning this?!

I'm certainly not
going in there to stop him.

That'll make you feel better.

[gasps]

Aah!

[screaming]

Joe has a new symptom.

Hyperalgesia.

The infection's spreading
to the pain center of the brain.

Ohh!
Ohh!

Make it stop!
Make it stop!

His brain's telling him
that his whole body's in pain,

and because of the location,
the painkillers do nothing.

Suit up.

Put the guy in a coma
before the pain kills him.

What if he used cedarwood
to hide the pot smell?

Aureobasidium fungus
could grow there.

Did you find
any cedarwood anywhere?

No, but maybe--

Maybe what?

Maybe somebody could go back,
take a second look?

And why aren't you pissed off
that Cameron's playing hooky

while your life
hangs in the balance?

Why doesn't anyone
listen to me anymore?

I decided you were wrong.

God, you're weak.

Guy steals your article...

tells you you're
not his friend...

and you still want
to risk your life for him.

Foreman broke my skin
with a tainted needle.

Wow.

Yeah.

God, you're weak.

Guy tried to kill you.

First thing on my list
of things to do

would be
to stab him back.

Shoot him.

I've got a gun in my desk.

Last thing on my list would be
to lie to my boss about it

and then give the bastard
everything he wanted.

I'm not here for Foreman.
I'm here to save myself.

Mmm...

Even with a needle stick,

your chances of infection
are pretty slim.

That's why you're
wearing the suit.

You want to be here.

He just gave you the excuse.

What does that guy have to do
to make you hate him?

Give me the bag.

Mildewed dish towel.

To retest for staph.

What is that,
mouse droppings?

Hamster droppings.
Could carry Toxocara.

Explain the blindness.

Now, that I recognize
as oven crud.

Could be meat
with Trichinella.

Would explain
the high fever.

What's with rye bread?

Mold could be responsible
for ergot poisoning,

which would explain
the contractures.

There are three loaves.

So?

You're going back in there.

Guy who lives
on take-out pizza

does not buy
three loaves of rye.

That's looking too far
into the future.

Unless he cares about something
a lot more than his diet.

You on the roof yet?

Yeah, I'm here.

I don't see any birds.

Whistle or something.

Do that come hither thing.

[trilling]

Whoa!

(House)
They came that fast

because it's
their behavior pattern.

Joe's been feeding them.

Now look down.
You see a river of pigeon turd?

Uh...no.

There's barely any.

It's not weird,
it's cheap.

Joe's a guy who looks
for the easy way.

Probably been stealing cable
from his neighbors.

Why not steal fertilizer
from rats with wings?

You see a shovel
or a dustpan?

Mmm, found a scraper.

Looks used.

Sitting on a bucket.

Bucket full of pigeon crap.

Perfect home
for Cryptococcus neoformans.

Yep.

Fungus enters the brain
through the sphenoidal sinus,

where it dances its triple
threat of happiness,

blindness,
and intractable pain.

Let's hope this experience
teaches our cop a lesson.

Don't cut corners
when you're growing your pot.

See you back home.

I was there.

I should have found it.

Yeah, you could have
saved us a lot of time.

Get me a flush of ampho B
and flucytosine.

I'll start us both.

I was waiting
for lab confirmation.

Haven't heard from House yet.

[grunts]
Look at his EEG.

Theta band's been
increasing steadily

since--since we
put him under.

Guy's unconscious,
but still in pain.

Theta bands could
indicate at least

half a dozen
different things.

One of which is pain.

The fact that he's
no longer screaming

makes us feel better,
not necessarily him.

Chase!

How's Cameron?

She's not giddy.

[ding]

Fever's down.
White count's improving.

Has she said anything to you?

You mean like,
"I completely understand

why Foreman did what he did,
and I hold no grudge?"

What I did...

Did save my life.

[alarms beeping]

Get in here and help!
Forget the suit!

He's tachycardic!

Wide-complex looks
like V-tach!

[knocks]

It's not Cryptococcus!
What?

House was wrong.
The samples were negative.

So what is it?
We don't know!

Give him in the amio.

Do we have any more leads?

(Cameron)
That was our lead!
Foreman!

So the treatment
isn't doing anything.

Foreman!
He's in V-fib!

[beeping]

No good.
Hit him again.

Come on, man.
Come on, Joe.

Hit him again!

Uhh!

[flatlines]
(Chase)
Give him an amp of epi!

[alarms continue]

Nothing!

He's has multiple-system
failure.

Foreman.

Come on, Joe.

[Foreman grunting]

Foreman.

(House)
Foreman!

Time of death.

No.

[Foreman grunting]

Time of death.

12:26 PM.

Come on, Joe.

[Foreman panting]

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