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(announcer)
Previously on House.

You high, Popo?

[gunshot]

(House)
Cop with a sense of humor.

You can check the cop car.

Also check his personal car,
work, home.

[laughing]

Foreman, get out!

Am I the only one
who finds this funny?

You stole my article.
I wouldn't do that.

We're not friends,
we're colleagues.

Ow! Son of a bitch!

Now we're both exposed.

I'm gonna die.

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

Time of death, 12:26 p.m.

[Foreman breathing heavily]

I need a bone saw.

I'm sorry.
You said you--

I wish I could.
I just want
a little tiny slice

of this guy's brain,
that's all I need.

Just enough to tell me
what's killing Foreman.

A thin slice of Joe's brain

could also cause
a public health crisis.

It's not a good idea
to scream "fire"

every time
somebody lights a match.

Don't downplay this, House.

You put both of them in
isolation for a reason.

Joe's death
elevates this situation

to a biosafety level three.

Ooh, level three.

You should call Jack Bauer.

I called the CDC.

Well, tell them
I'll be really, really careful.

We don't have
the proper equipment

for you to be
really, really careful.

You can do whatever you want
to Foreman,

but the CDC
will do this autopsy.

Whatever.

The point is,
we'll be lucky

to get results
in three days.

I told them
how urgent this is.

And they told you?
We'll have the results
in three days.

Aww, that's a shame.

Because Foreman will
never get to know what it was.

He'll be dead
in 36 hours.

Maybe this is a toxin.

Maybe it's not
contagious at all,

and you're killing Foreman
because of a "maybe".

Well, you have 36 hours
to figure out which one it is.

Foreman.

Come here, fast.

What's going on?

When are they doing
the autopsy?

You're doing it.
Now.

You ever study how they used
to do ice pick lobotomies?

I read about it in med school.
Why would I--

Shove an ice pick
into the eye socket.

Just above the tear duct.

Bang it a couple of times
with a hammer, get a sample.

What's going on, man?

Foreman, you can't do it.
You'll be in violation of--

Can't do the time

if you're not alive.

You.
I need you to suit up.

Get that equipment
away from Dr. Foreman.

(House)
Take your time, guys.

Why don't you just tell him
to go slow?

Won't be your fault.
Foreman.

We don't even know what kind of
contagion we're dealing with.

Which is why we need to chop
into the guy's head.

It's dangerous.
Not to you, Foreman.

There are other ways
to diagnose you.

Yeah?
You have the answer?

Foreman, do it now.

I am warning you,
do not--

[wood splintering]

What are you doing?

That didn't feel right.

He's blind.

He thinks he can see.

Same as the cop.

I need something
to bag the sample.

Forget it.

You just biopsied a mattress.

No, no, no.
I'm fine.

House, there's the sample.
Get it, test it.

You gotta test that sample!

Apparently I was optimistic
about the 36 hours.

Intractable, unbearable pain
is up next.

Sure you don't want
to reconsider

that whole autopsy thing?

[Massive Attack's Teardrop]

*

Physically,
his eyes are fine.

Problem's isolated
to his brain.

Damage to the occipital lobe

extends from
the primary visual cortex--

Should we test him
for bacterial meningitis?

If it was meningitis,
we'd all be sick.

His CSF could show signs--

That would be pointless.

We already did a brain biopsy.

It was negative.

[electric drill squeaking]

Toxic mold?

If it was toxic mold,
I'd be sick.

How do we know
you're not sick?

Do I seem happy to you?

Never.
Heh.

It was funny.

Well, let's assume
it's not blood-borne.

If you start cracking jokes,
we can re-assess.

In the meantime,

stay away from people
and animals that you care about.

Guillian-Barré.

Neither of them
had any sort of paralysis.

Joe could have died
before the paralysis

had a chance to present.

What about arbovirus?

Start treatment.

For arbovirus?

You think
our Jersey beat cop

has been spending
a lot of time

exploring deep, dark Africa?

Treatment for everything.

Likely or unlikely.

If you can think of it,
treat for it.

Mixing that many meds

will create all sorts
of toxic interactions.

We'll box his liver,
trash his kidneys.

There's got to be a better way.

Of course
there's a better way!

It's that body
sitting in the room with him

that Cuddy
won't let us touch.

Bacterials, virals, toxins,
fungals, parasites.

It's got to be one of them.

Where are you going?

To see if I can find another
brain to biopsy.

(Chase)
We're going to lock Joe up
downstairs

until the CDC gets here.

Foreman, you can't see.

Right.

House wants
to start you on some meds.

They're in the airlock.

For what?

Leading candidate
is toxic mold.

Is Cameron sick?

I'm fine.
Thanks for asking.

You're casting your net

a little wider
than toxic mold,

aren't you?

Guillian-Barré
is also on the table.

This is an oval shape...

Has either an L or a 7.

I'm guessing an L.

Levofloxacin, because you can't
rule out bacteria.

Eight, zero, zero.

That's the dosage for the
acylovir in case it's viral.

Square...

No, more like a rhombus.

That's fluconazole
for fungus.

There's about
eight others here. You--

You're treating me
for everything.

You have no idea
what I've got.

House thinks this is
the best course of action.

House is desperate.

House is never desperate.

Something we give you
will work.

Yeah, we should start treating
all patients this way.

When they get sick,
they just take everything.

It's better than doing nothing.

[zippers running]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

I'm at the cop's place.

I need to retrace your steps.

You don't think the "treat him
for everything" approach

is enough?

Where did you start
your search?

The kitchen.

You will tell me

everything you did,
everything you touched.

If you went to the john,
I want to know when and why.

I started with samples
from the mold in his sink.

What next?

That's it.
Then I left.

[Foreman on phone]
What do we do now?

Wait for Steve McQueen
to get giddy.

Excellent plan.

[dialing phone]

[grunts]

Hey, Dad.

It's Eric.

I'm not doing too good.

How's Foreman?

You're accessing a webcam?

Cuddy's shower.

Are you a fan
of the Brazilian?

I--

Is that your kitchen?

Well, obviously
I couldn't bring him here.

He's been exposed to whatever
Foreman's got.

You infected Steve?

Why didn't you just get
a rat from the pet store?

Because...

I needed one with
a clean medical history.

Who knows
what kind of antibiotics

they give those rats?

So this is your plan?

Just sit here
and watch your rat all day?

Well, it shouldn't take long.

Got the AC blasting,

I soaped
the floor of his cage...

As soon as he gets sick,
I do an autopsy.

As soon as he's dead.

Right after he gets sick,

there's a good chance he'll get
hit in the head with a...

cane-shaped object.

Normally you just use
your patients as lab rats.

It's a nice change.

First symptom is euphoria.

How do you know
if a rat's euphoric?

He doesn't usually climb

on his water bottle like that,
does he?

(woman)
The seizures
only seem to happen

when she's in her car seat.

She starts to rock

and grunt.

She responsive?

No, no, it's like
she's in a zone.

And her abdominal muscles
become dystonic.

Big word.

Someone's been on the InterWeb.

I looked up a few articles
on epilepsy.

You know, there's actually
some really great

youth soccer leagues,
that would cater specifically

to her special needs,
and...

I think it might explain

why she's been having a hard
time in preschool.

Let's confirm your diagnosis

before you have her held back.

Strobing lights
and high-pitched sounds

can provoke a seizure.

[silly ghost noise]
Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

You're a goof.

Takes one to know one, loser.

Wait, that means I'm a loser.
Scratch that.

These episodes.

She get sweaty afterwards?

Soaking wet.

And does she seem
upset by them,

or just tired?

No, she kind of
thinks it's funny.

You mix rocking, grunting,

sweating, and dystonia

with concerned parents,

and you get an amateur diagnosis
of epilepsy.

In actuality,

all your little girl
is doing

is saying "yoo hoo"
to the "hoo hoo."

She's what?

Marching the penguin.

Ya-ya-ing the sisterhood.

Finding Nemo.

[giggles]

That was funny.

It's called
gratification disorder.

Sort of a misnomer.

If one was unable
to gratify oneself,

that would be a disorder.

Are you saying
she's masturbating?

I was trying to be discreet.

There's a child in the room.

Oh, this is horrifying.

Epilepsy is horrifying.

Teach your girl
about privacy,

and she'll be fine.

Here you go.

Thank you.

One afternoon,

and you're on pace
to set the record

for most patients
seen in a month.

You're upset that
I'm doing clinic hours?

Wow, that is so like
rain on your wedding day.

For the past three hours,
I have been on the phone

with the CDC,
while you are--

Yeah, how's that going,
by the way?

They promised to expedite--

Tough to do an autopsy when

they haven't even
picked up the body.

It's tough to
treat your patient

when you're not even
on the same floor.

Go.
Clinic is covered.

I go watch the meds
drip into his IV.

You think that'll
make the treatment work faster?

Go to your office.
Play with your ball.

Write on your whiteboard.
Insult your team.

Do whatever it is that you do
to figure things out.

Feeling guilty?

It's not too late
to change your mind.

Go call the CDC.

Tell 'em you were
just joshing.

Keep avoiding Foreman's case
until he dies.

Then I'll drown in guilt.

Feeling any better?

How are you doing?

I'm not the patient.

Is your sed rate elevated?

No.

So far, it looks like
I lucked out.

Cameron.

Looks like you left
a tourniquet on the bed.

You can see again?

The treatment's working.

The question is,
which treatment?

We'll start weaning him off
one at a time.

Which one
do we start with?

I don't care if you do it
alphabetically.

Just stay on top
of his vision.

First sign of regression

means we've taken him
off the wrong one.

The latest blood work.

Foreman's amylase and lipase
levels are three times normal.

Pancreas is failing.

A toxic side effect
of his meds.

[retching]

(House)
Philosophical question.

How do you want to die?

Old age.

Your choice is currently
between 4 hours from now

and 14 hours from now.

So I'm assuming that means
you want the latter.

The cocktail's working.

My vision's
almost completely restored.

The meds are curing
what's in your head,

but they're
trashing your pancreas.

That's why you're puking

and you can't stand up
without screaming.

So lower the dosages.

Less stress on my pancreas,
still battle the infection.

Lower dosages
will still be toxic.

I don't care!

I can handle the pain
of the pancreatitis.

Think you can handle
life without a pancreas.

We keep you on these meds,

you'll spend
the last four hours of your life

being able to see.

Take you off,
you'll go blind again.

But it'll give us time
to figure out

what's eating your brain.

Fine.

What do we do next?

(man)
Eric?

Dad?

Yeah, you two
can get caught up later.

Sir, I need you
to come with me.

House.

Uh...what is this?

He isn't a what,
he's a who.

They even have
the right to vote now.

Rodney Foreman, Cuddy.

Cuddy, Rodney Foreman.

Nice to meet you, ma'am.

This is Foreman's dad.

Yeah, I got that.

And Dr. Cuddy, here,

is the Dean of Medicine.

Remember that cool autopsy
I was telling you about,

the one that would
save your son's life?

She's the one who can give us
the green light to do it.

I understand
you don't want them to do it.

Dr. House didn't seem
to know why.

Mr. Foreman,
I am doing everything I can

to get the CDC--

Won't be soon enough.

And my decision to follow

public health safety
protocols--

Oh, don't blame the rules.

Don't want to hang this
on policy and protocol.

I'm well aware

that it may cost your son
his life,

just as I am well aware

that my decision

has a devastating effect
on family and friends

without having them
paraded in front of me.

Your son has an unknown,
contagious, deadly infection.

If we don't
contain it here,

even more people
could be at risk.

And I am capable

of empathizing
with those people too

without having them
paraded in front of me.

I understand.

What's wrong
with your hand?

It's--it's called
a muscle contraction.

I thought this thing
was in your brain.

It is.

It just means
the infection's moved

to the primary motor cortex,
which controls the muscles.

[sighs]

Aren't you glad
you sent me to med school?

Does it hurt?

No.

Is it gonna?

The--the other guy...

He didn't seem to suffer
too much, he--

just went in his sleep.

Steve still acting normal.

No sign of contractures.

They got the cop's body
in a locked, airtight bag.

And a guard on the door.

These Feds
are seriously paranoid.

He hasn't gotten up to pee
in hours.

He's due.

We haven't sprinkled
Senokot granules

on his doughnut.

His bowels would open up
like the Red Sea.

He wouldn't eat the doughnut.

Have you seriously
been down here for hours?

No.

I had to pee a couple times.

You've got to stop
blaming Cuddy for this.

Given that it is her fault,
that seems appropriate.

That part is her fault.

The part where somebody

wasted his time
in the basement,

plotting the overthrow
of a government agency,

that one's on you.

The only think I can do
is think.

I can pretty much
do that anywhere.

As long as
no one's bugging me.

(Rodney)
Did you call your brother?

No.

Did you?

No.

It's not a big deal.

I sure would have liked
to see Mom, though.

You know
she can't travel anymore.

You tell her?

Why?

Just upset her for a while.

Then she wouldn't remember
for a while.

Think she should know?

She's lost a lot
of who she was.

She can't deal
with something like this.

And you can?

I still know you're going
to a better place.

It's easy for you, isn't it?

As long as you believe
I'm going to a better place,

dying ain't so bad.

I don't want you to be afraid.

If I'm not afraid of dying,

what the hell
should I be afraid of, Dad?

I thought you believed.

I did.

I'm not so sure anymore.

I'm going
to pray for you, son.

I suggest you do the same.

[Marc Cohn's One Safe Place]

* How many roads
you've traveled *

* How many dreams
you've chased *

* Across sand and sky
and gravel *

* Looking for
one safe place *

* Yeah

* Hey yeah

* One safe place

* Yeah

* Hey yeah

* One safe place

* Yeah

* Hey, yeah *

[cell phone rings]

(Chase)
Field of vision is regressing.

And he's reached an eight
on the pain scale.

The disease pattern
is following

the exact course as Joe's.

Only it's moving much faster
in Foreman.

Good!
It's an anomaly.

Anomalies tell us things.

Why would this go faster
in Foreman?

What's different?

Could be a different strain
of the same disease?

Right--we were wasting
all this time

looking for an unknown disease.

We should have been looking
for a different strain

of an unknown disease.

(Chase)
Joe's a cop.

He's into
physical fitness,

he could have had...

a more powerful immune system,

stronger metabolism.

Foreman's black.

What?

How long have you been
sitting on this information?

Lupus, gout, glaucoma,

osteoarthritis,
hypertension, diabetes--

Stop me any time.

They all affect black people
more than whites.

Check everything.

Bacterials, fungals,
toxins, parasites.

Look for anything with a
documented racial disparity.

Wait.

The rat's
showing symptoms?

No.

He's completely healthy.

Maybe that's
the difference

between Foreman and the cop.

How you feeling?

Why are you here?

Because you're a friend.

And I should be here.

[sighs]

I'm sorry House used my dad
to try and manipulate you.

You've got integrity,

you aren't going to
change your mind

just because you're confronted
by my father.

Thank you.

Just like I'm not going to
forgive you

just because you come by here
and ask how I'm feeling.

You know I've had no choice.

Of course
you had a choice!

Regulations are clear.

And the punishment for violating
those regulations!

Is it death?

Hmm?

Because frankly,

I'm okay if you get a fine,

a suspension--

Hell, you can spend
a couple of years in jail

if it saves my life!

You're dying too fast.

Couldn't agree more.

Hey, Cuddy.

Having a nice visit?

What's that?

[garbled]
Legionel--

Legionella pneumophila.

And why are you carrying
a vial of it around with you?

Foreman was perfectly healthy
before he got this infection.

Our cop wasn't.

He had Legionnaire's disease.

Our cop
didn't turn into brain food

until we cured the Legionella.

Legionella slowed down
the disease.

Why would that happen?

No idea.
I just know that it did.

So you want
to infect Foreman?

Gonna tattle to the CDC?

Meds can't help me,
but a disease can?

Forget it!

Just take the pain away
and put me under.

If I put you under,
I can't monitor your pain.

If I can't monitor your pain,

I won't know
if the Legionella's working.

I'm not consenting
to you giving me--

[vial shatters]

(Foreman)
What was that?

(House)
Hmm.

I wish there could have been
a puff of smoke or something.

Would've been
much more dramatic.

Keep your slippers on.

Wouldn't want you
to cut your foot.

Are you feeling
any better?

I can't breathe.

I'm dizzy.

And I can barely hear anything

over the sounds
of my lungs crackling.

That's the Legionella.

Wow.

You figure that out
from the symptoms,

or from the vial of stuff
tossed in my room?

I'm trying to be
professional here.

There's no reason to be nasty.

I'm in pain.
So is House.

And he's a delight.

He doesn't try to kill
his colleagues.

You can remove
the thermometer now.

It's down almost
a whole degree.

How's the pain?

Great.
[coughs]

This is the good kind.

How bad is it
compared to an hour ago?

No worse.

(Wilson)
The Legionella helping?

Yeah.

Good.

Not great.

Didn't fix anything,
it just slowed it down.

The point was
to give Steve

a little more time
to get sick.

What are you going to do
if he never gets sick?

Brilliant.

Cameron, what type of illnesses
affect humans,

but not rats?

Why are you
asking me that?

Because I'm sure that you spent
the first 12 years of your life

dreaming of being a vet.

The rat is not getting sick.

Cameron is not getting sick.

Sorry.

It's okay,
it's not your fault.

Presumably,
you're still healthy

because whatever it is,
is not bloodborne.

Steve has no excuse.

He did everything
that Foreman did.

Some bacterial infections
don't infect rats.

Foreman tested negative
for every bacterial infection

that would affect his brain.

And what infections
could he be positive for,

but test negative for?

When we test for infections,

we look for antibodies.

But what if the patient
is infected,

but has no antibodies?

What if the body
is not fighting the infection?

Why would--

Eeeeh.
I asked first.

Let's start with the what.
We'll deal with the why later.

If the body
doesn't recognize the infection,

our tests come back negative,

and the disease rampages
through the body unstopped.

Exactly like the cop
and exactly like Foreman.

And what if the patient was then
exposed to a second infection?

Like Legionella?

The body would recognize
that infection,

increase the white count,

send in the troops
to start fighting,

and the initial infection would
get caught in the crossfire.

So the question becomes,

what type of bacterial infection

affects humans but not rats,

and the human body would be
unlikely to recognize?

The answer is listeria.

I'm starting you on Ampengent.

So you're basing this theory
on the test being negative

and your rat being healthy?

And the fact that
Legionnaire's is helping you.

But the medicine
you want to give me

will put an end to that.

Yeah.

And if it's not listeria,

all the gent will do is
cure the Legionnaire's disease

and put whatever is killing me
back into overdrive.

Stop asking me questions

based on the premise
that I'm wrong.

The antibiotics
are in the airlock.

[breathing heavily]

I think the first biopsy
didn't give us the answer

because you
didn't go deep enough.

I want you to do

a white matter brain biopsy.

Absolutely.
Don't blame you.

The world is
such a complicated place

if you've got
higher reasoning skills.

I'm often jealous
of small animals

and retarded children.

Take the antibiotics.

There can be minimal damage
if it's done right.

If the surgeons drill
where I tell them to drill.

One slip--you could spend
the rest of your life

not being able to keep
your drool in your mouth.

I'd rather be disabled
than dead.

Sure, I make it
look oh so sexy.

It's actually not as glamorous
as you might think.

The biopsy will tell us
for sure what's wrong.

The antibiotics
could do the same thing.

Could, not will.

We try it, we see.

The antibiotics
will bring back the pain.

Pain makes us
make bad decisions.

Fear of pain...

is almost as big a motivator.

Look, we still have time.

I will do that biopsy
if I have to.

But not a moment before.

Start Foreman
on I.V. antibiotics.

Where's his dad?

Where are you supposed to be
when your son is dying?

He's not with him.

He's in the chapel.

[sighing]
Man...

I started your son
on a new course of treatment.

If it works,
he'll get better.

If it doesn't,
he won't.

While he's
not getting better,

he's going to experience
so much pain

that we'll have to put him
in a chemically-induced coma

while we figure out
what to do next.

My son says you're
a manipulative bastard.

It's a pet name.

I call him Dr. Bling.

I assume you're here
for a reason.

What do you want from me?

When your son is in a coma,

you're the one
who's going to have to

make the medical decisions
for him.

Oh, whatever you decide
is fine.

You don't care what I do?

I'm not a doctor.

What do I know?

Except what Eric tells me.

He says you're the best doctor
he's ever worked with.

I need your help.

There's nothing I can give you
for the pain.

I want to be put out.

I can have a nurse in here
in five minutes.

No.

Once I'm out...

I might not come back.

I've never done a will.

I'll call a lawyer for you.

I want you to be
my medical proxy.

All the things that piss me off
about you in House's office--

you're too emotional,
too caring, too cautious--

they're all good things
on this floor.

Your dad is--

No.
He cares about you.

So do you.

I can't do this.

We expect family members
to make decisions

about their loved ones

after a ten-minute briefing
that we're agonizing over

even with
years of medical experience.

That's from my article.

I'm sorry, Allison.

I shouldn't have
stolen your article.

I shouldn't have
exposed you.

You were a friend.

I need to know that
we're okay.

No.

I'll be your proxy,
but we're not okay.

You're scared
you're dying.

And that's the only reason

you want to set things right.

We're going to
get you better first,

and then,

if you still want to apologize,
I'll be around.

I'll call that lawyer.

Any improvement?

Well, as far as we can tell,

the only thing the antibiotics
are treating is the Legionella.

I think we need to consider
alternate theories.

Like what?

We do the biopsy.
We--

Give the antibiotics
more time.

There is no more time.

The pain is
almost unbearable already.

So he's almost
in unbearable pain.

He's not almost dead.

Which means
we have more time.

Mr. Foreman?

We need to put your son
in a coma.

You should be there.

It's a medical procedure,
right?

Yeah.

But once we put him out,

if--if we don't solve this,

he won't wake up.

What should I say?

Should I talk to him
like it's going to be...

okay?

Or should I be
saying good-bye?

I need to know
what people say when--

Just tell him you love him.

Hey, son.

Hey, Dad.

It's going to be okay.

You don't know that.

I know.

You don't.

I don't want to miss you.

I love you, too, Dad.

Hey.

It's going to be okay.

Can we do this now?

Yeah, of course.

I accept your apology.

Why weren't you
with Foreman?

I hang out in the basement,
you rag on me.

I stay in my office,
you rag on me.

Honkey just can't buy a break.

Do the biopsy.

Based on the cop's progression,

I figure he's got
about another four hours--

You figure?

You're playing Russian roulette,
but the gun's pointed at him.

No, cutting open his head
is what's dangerous.

Oh, it's dangerous.
Well, what would people think?

The reason you don't
see patients is because

if you know them,
you'll give a crap about them.

I know you.

If you give a crap,

you stop making
outrageous calls.

If this was
any other patient,

you'd have damned the risk

and cut their head open
a long time ago.

He's out.

The EEG shows
he's still in pain.

The antibiotics have had
more than enough time.

We're doing the brain biopsy.

Not unless you people
can't come up

with something clever
in the next three hours.

Now.
We're doing it now.

Who died and made you boss?

Foreman.

It's legal.

(House)
He's out of his mind.

Yesterday he was giggling about
a hole in a guy's head.

Then hire a lawyer
and challenge it.

In the meantime,
Cameron's in charge.

Why would he sign that?

It's nothing personal,
Mr. Foreman.

My son doesn't trust me.

How exactly
is that not personal?

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

You're talking about
this man's son.

You're denying him the right
to be a part of--

Oh, shut up, House.

If you want to do the biopsy,

do the biopsy.

If House tries to interfere,

let me know
and I will take care of it.

Yeah.
You're a hero.

If it wasn't for you,

we'd be cutting into
a dead guy's head

instead of Foreman's.

Sorry.

Thanks.

That was great!

It was rude and unnecessary.

Yeah.
Go away.

Give me time.

We're out of time.

An hour.

What does "out of time"
mean?

His O2 stats are 94 right now.
His lungs are about 90.

The danger of fatal arrhythmia
doesn't increase.

So what?
There's no point in waiting.

You were right.

We should be cutting into
a corpse's head.

Yeah, we should be, except
the CDC's got the cop's body--

There's got to be
other bodies.

You think this thing
has killed other people?

No.

That apartment was a dump.

Just because Steve McQueen
didn't get sick

doesn't mean
some other vermin didn't.

You give me an hour.

I go back there,
I find a dead animal,

I cut its head open
instead of Foreman's.

Foreman's already
on 100% oxygen.

Once his O2 seds hit 90,
I can't wait any longer.

Where's your suit?

Either you'll find the answer,
or I'll find the answer.

Doesn't matter.

(Chase)
Prep the drill.

We've gotta be ready to go
if we get the signal.

[cell phone rings]
92.

I found a blind bird.

[Cameron on phone]
Great.

How fast can you
get it in here?

I'll know
in about 30 seconds.

[water spraying faintly]

[cell phone rings]

You better have the bird.

The surgical team's in place.

I screwed up.

How can you not capture
a blind bird?

That's not what I meant.

I screwed up the first time
through this place.

Foreman told you
everywhere he went.

It's not where,
it's when.

He came here early afternoon.

Me and Steve came through
two hours too late.

You were six hours early.

It's the water.

The irrigation system
only pumps--

House, I tested the water.

The water's clean.

[cell phone rings]

House.

We tested the wrong water.

He stole cable,
he stole fertilizer,

and he stole water.

It's riddled with Naegleria.

I know.

You already did the biopsy.

I thought I had no choice.

How's my son?

He has primary amebic
meningoencephalitis.

It's a parasite
that goes through the nose

and migrates into the brain,
where it feeds on brain cells.

The Legionella
attacked the parasite.

That's why
the disease slowed down.

Is it treatable?

We started him
on an antiparasitic,

and the amoebas will
clear out of his system.

And he'll be okay?

Then--then we'll wean him
out of the coma--

Will he be okay?

There'll be no lasting damage
from the parasite.

But the surgery?

We don't know.

[Marc Cohn's One Safe Place]

*

* How many roads
we've traveled *

* How many dreams
we've chased *

* Across sand and sky
and gravel *

* But looking for
one safe place *

* Yeah

* Hey yeah

* One safe place

* Yeah

* Hey yeah *

Up and at 'em.

How are you feeling?

Can you talk?

I don't feel anything.

Are you numb?

No, I--

I mean...

I don't feel any pain.

Keep your head still.

Follow my finger.

I'm okay.

Your breath stinks.

And you're peeing into a bag.

What are our names?

You did the biopsy?

Thank you.

Names?

Cameron.

My dad.

And the manipulative bastard.

You remembered.

[small laugh]

How you doing, Dad?

Great.

Relieved.
Great.

What did I have?

Naegleria.

Biopsy showed the amoeba.

CDC autopsy
eventually found the amoeba.

And House found it
in the water

on the cop's roof.

Wiggle your left toes.

(Foreman)
Wait, wait.

You went back
and she did the biopsy?

Your left toes, Foreman.

I just did.

No, you didn't.

He can't move his toes?

He can move them.

Raise your right arm.

What?

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