All language subtitles for House - [6x21] - Help Me

A crane collapsed
in downtown Trenton.

Don't care.

My great-grandfather.

No, it's just
a book he wrote.

Open it up.

Seriously?
You're giving this to us?

It's a big step
you're taking.

I wanted to
congratulate you.

I understand that's
the adult thing to do.

How did you know?

I've known
for a while.

The fact that you decided to
cohabitate is not exactly a spoiler.

Unless my intel
is wrong.

Trouble in paradise?

We have to get
to Trenton.

Somebody, help me.

Can you hear me?

Hmm.

Did that sound
like a "yes"?

Sir, we have to get you to the OR.
You have a bad wound,

but we're gonna pack it and
transport you as fast as we can.

Skull fracture. Glasgow Coma score of 11.
She's immediate.

Move on.
This guy's dead.

His wounds aren't so...

Forget the wound,
look at his toes.

Atherosclerotic emboli.
He'll never survive the surgery.

Maybe his shoes
were too tight.

It's not the shoes,
skin shows smoker's facies.

He's not gonna
make it to morning.

He'll just take up
an ambulance ride,

surgeons' time
and an ICU bed.

He's expectant.
Leave him.

I only nodded off
for a second.

I lost control of the load.
I'm so sorry.

Don't worry.
We're gonna get you out of here.

I'm sorry.

He's secure.
Ready?

Three, two, one.

Crane operator.
He made it through amazingly well.

Lucid and responsive, stable
fracture, right humerus.

Haven't gotten to
his lower half yet.

Tell me when
something hurts.

I fell asleep,
killed all those people.

Something other
than your conscience.

Is that a pill
in your pocket

or are you just happy to have
a tiny, pill-shaped penis?

Caffeine pills.

You fell asleep
taking these?

I drank two cups
of coffee, too.

Is that normal for you?

No, I hate coffee.

I'm working on no sleep.
My daughter has the flu.

This much caffeine
for a coffee virgin...

There's no way he fell asleep.
He passed out.

Which means
a neurological disorder

caused the crash,
not fatigue.

Hey!

We're taking the crane
operator back to Princeton.

They said he was barely
hurt, he can wait.

Steal an ambulance
and call the team.

Tell them
we've got a case.

House, no.
I need you here.

But he needs me there, and
he moans louder than you do.

There were over 100
people in that building,

only 76 have
been accounted for.

Foreman and your team can handle
the crane operator for now.

Having fun down there?

Lots!

Every time Cuddy
leans over a patient,

it's another opportunity
for a downblouse nipslip.

What's going on
between her and Lucas?

Besides them
moving in together?

That's not enough
for you?

I gave her the
housewarming gift earlier,

and she paused
for a split second,

like she was
hiding something.

It's probably her moral revulsion
at housewarming gifts.

Or maybe she didn't
want to accept a gift

for something she
wasn't gonna do.

You actually think they're
not moving in together?

What was that?
You okay?

Yeah.

Vending machine
collapsed.

She still using your
ex-wife as her realtor?

As far as I know.

Well, know a little farther, will you?
Look into it.

Hey!

Somebody down here!

If you can hear me, tap
three times or call out.

Is anyone there?

I'm not
getting anything.

I heard something.
There's got to be a void down there.

There's a million voids down there,
it was the parking garage.

But our equipment hasn't
picked up any movement,

dogs haven't
picked up any scent.

There's smashed
cars down there,

you don't think that gasoline
could throw off their scent?

We gotta get back
to work, okay?

We'll get to this area soon.
Excuse me.

Anybody hear me?

Hey! Can anybody
hear me?

Help me.

What's your name?

Please...

My husband's gift...

I was supposed to pick it up
at the framers. It's on Elm.

You should have
told me earlier,

I could've picked
it up on the way.

What's your name?

It's a picture from our Tortola
trip for his birthday.

I'm not asking your name because
I wanna become friends.

I'm trying to gauge
your mental state.

Hanna.

Okay, that's a start.
What day of the week is it?

Tuesday.

Better still.

What happened?

You know that giant
construction crane next door?

It's kind of on top
of you right now.

Okay, I'm gonna
try to pull you out.

Ow! My leg!

Okay. Okay.

I really need
to get help.

No. Stay.

Someone else will come.

No one knows
I'm down here.

Please! Stay with me!

Don't leave me
in the dark!

I'll be right back.

No! Don't leave me
in the dark!

Please stay!

He's still in the ER,
House.

We haven't had time
to start a differential.

Perfect, we'll start right now.
Put me on speaker.

What causes syncope?

Your guy's stable.
The two dozen other patients...

Don't need
to be diagnosed,

they just need
to be bandaged.

What causes syncope?

Vasovagal reaction.

Meningioma,
sick sinus syndrome...

Or you're wrong
and he just fell asleep.

How's he gonna sleep
with 50 cups of coffee

going through
his veins?

Were you never
a medical resident?

I hear Ten, Eleven and Twelve.
Where's Thirteen?

She's not here.

And answer to your
next question is,

"I don't know
where she is."

Do you have the answer
to my question after that?

A space-occupying lesion in
his brain is most likely.

MRI will prove
I'm right.

Or it'll just prove he suffered
head trauma from the crash.

Which we'd want
to find anyway.

Two birds with
one scan. Do it.

Having trouble finding
a vein for Hanna's IV.

Is she getting weaker?
Paler?

No, no, she's stable.

That means her blood loss is minimal.
It buys us some time.

Get the IV
into her tibia.

It's almost hollow, feeds
into the venous system.

Which they, obviously, don't
teach you in EMT school.

This side's still leaning pretty
bad, got to shore up this beam.

What do you got?

We need six 4X4s...

Told you
I'd be back.

Heard you might
be thirsty.

I assume that bodes well
for the rescue.

Structural beam, high-compression concrete.
I can't break it up.

You can't get me
out of here?

No. Just means
we're gonna move on

to a different
piece of equipment.

I got airbags coming
in that'll lift 70 tons.

What's your name?

You testing
my mental state?

If I'm gonna be stuck
down here for a while,

I'd like somebody
to talk to.

Look, the guy
who just left

is the one who's gonna be holding
your hand through all this.

You can talk to him.

Little pinch.

Ow! Ow!

Okay. Big pinch.

I got to call my husband.
Can I use your phone?

No bars down here.

L'chaim.

Where're you going?
Don't worry.

Fire Marshal Bill
will be back soon.

So, I hope I didn't weird you
out, giving you that gift.

Can we talk
about this later?

Of course.

Is now later?

Maybe things aren't
going so well with Lucas?

If so, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to step into anything.

There's no problems.
We're doing just great. Thank you.

So why the weirdness?

Can you help?

When I opened it, I didn't think
it was a housewarming gift,

I thought it was
an engagement present.

It just happened
last night.

No wonder you'd wanna
hide this from me,

since I'm such
a delicate flower.

I didn't know
what to say,

and I've been
slightly distracted.

That might make sense, except
you're not wearing the ring.

So you are hiding it,
which begs the question...

House,
it's in my office drawer

because I knew
I was coming here.

It's not weird,
there's no mystery.

I'm just getting married.

Excuse me.

How much longer?

Less than a minute.
Are you in any pain?

Nothing new.
Just a little claustrophobic.

Shouldn't you be taking
care of those other people?

The ones that I hurt?

Everything
checks out okay.

My nose is bleeding.

It's expected, given the
trauma you've sustained.

That's not expected.

The way things fell,
this support beam

is now holding up
a giant pile of rubble.

We can't lift it without
jeopardizing everyone down here.

So it's time to
discuss amputation.

No.

Please listen to me.
You've been down here almost two hours.

By the time they
clear away the rubble...

We're not
cutting off her leg.

You don't have to rush to
this to make his job easier.

You kidding me?

We leave
the leg pinned,

we're risking
crush syndrome.

What's that?

Your leg isn't getting
enough circulation.

The longer it's pinned,
the more the muscle dies.

So what does that mean,
like a limp?

Dying muscles
release poisons.

We free your leg, the poisons
rush back into your system.

It could stop your heart.

So could cheeseburgers.

Just get your lazy friends
to start moving that pile.

She's got two more hours before crush
syndrome could possibly set in.

We're digging
up there by hand.

I can't guarantee
I can get 10 tons

of debris pulled
off in two hours.

Well, you need to try.

It's my leg.

It's not just crush syndrome
you got to worry about, okay?

There's gas leaks,
there's fire,

we can never rule out
secondary collapses,

no matter how much
we shore this thing up.

You think chopping off
someone's limb

inside a pile of
dirty rocks is safe?

Sepsis, fat embolism,
hemorrhage...

Those risks are
nothing compared

to the risk of this thing
coming down again.

Captain, he's a jerk, but
that's what the patient wants.

Can we please just give it
a couple more hours?

Yeah.

I got to get up
to triage.

Thank you, Doctor.

House.

You don't need to thank me.
It just makes sense.

Just promise me you won't
let them cut off my leg.

I promise.

Does that make
you feel better?

For some reason,
it does.

Your phone is
working down here.

Switched carriers, better
rollover minutes. Talk.

MRI was clean,
but afterwards

he started bleeding
out of his eyes and nose.

So there was something
wrong before the collapse.

Unless it's just conjunctive
coagulopathy from the trauma.

Yeah, yeah, you don't think he
was sick before, we get it.

You're wrong.

Brain infection?

Sorry I'm late.

Where were you?
Physical therapy.

I left my phone
in my locker.

The infection causes
neurological symptoms,

goes systemic,
and DIC causes the bleed.

Good theory.

Except for the part
that there's no fever.

Get an X-ray venogram.

See if you can find a
reason for your existence.

Also look for
venous sinus thrombosis.

We would've
seen it on the MRI.

Not if you were too busy
not looking for it.

We should X-ray for
a facial fracture first,

this could all
be simple trauma.

Just do what I tell you.

I'll be back
in 10 minutes.

You're leaving?

There's a dozen people here
who can save you.

I'm apparently the only one
who can save this other guy.

Wait.

Don't go.

Hanna's freaking out.

She's having a panic
attack, she can't breathe,

she's gonna rip
out all her IVs.

So calm her down.

She wants you.

I'm flattered.
Give her oxygen.

They won't let O2 down
there, fear of explosion.

You have to go back.
She needs you, House.

You only came back because
I freaked out, right?

Not at all. I just realized how
big and scary the world is,

and how cozy and safe
this little place is.

Thank you.
I'm sorry I needed you.

Here.
Call your husband.

Charlie?

I'm here in...

They called you?

They're helping me.

Are you coming?

I don't know how
this could've happened.

It's your birthday.
I'm so sorry.

See, this is why
I lied about the phone.

Your BP is spiking, so you're
bleeding faster from your leg wound,

and we'll have less time to save it.
Hang up.

Okay. Okay, they're
telling me I have to go.

That was stupid of me.

It was nice.

I don't see that
as a contradiction.

He was already
on his way.

He was in Baltimore and they
all saw it on the news.

How many people
were hurt?

What did I tell you about not
raising your blood pressure?

Can I ask what's wrong
with your leg?

Crane fell on it.

Small world.

You could've
just said no.

I'll remember that
for my next human contact.

Would you pray
with me?

No.

I'm not in the habit of encouraging
my patients' superstitions.

How's that a habit?

You plan on getting trapped
under a building again?

I don't believe in God.

I don't either.

Please.

I always thought

if I did the right thing,

if I treated people right,

then good things
would happen to me.

Do you think
that's how it works?

I didn't use to.

Then recently I tried.

Now I don't know.

Good news.

Advancing catheter
through interior jugular vein.

You told House
you were at therapy.

Did you transcribe
the entire meeting?

Entering
the cavernous sinus.

Your therapy's
on Thursdays.

It got rescheduled.
Injecting dye.

Really?

I'm not gonna rat you out,
we're friends.

I just wanna
make sure you're okay.

No filling defects.

Don't worry. I'm okay.

Do you think we could be friends
when I get out of here?

Yeah.

We'll catch a ball game or a
group sex show or something.

Put it in there.

Okay, when the beam starts
lifting, you're gonna feel pain.

It's gonna be like your foot's
gone to sleep times a billion.

You'll notice that I'm waiting
till now to tell you.

We're ready.

Lifting.

I'm feeling the pain already.

That's good.
Means the pressure's coming off.

Closer to
getting out of here.

Come on.
Help me pull her out.

Come on.

It's moving!

Hanna!

Hanna!

What the hell
happened?

I think the adjacent beam
snapped during the lift.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!
We got a secondary collapse.

We're all right,
how are you guys?

Rescue 1,
copy the mayday.

Main tunnel looks fine.
Red Team is on the way.

Lift this up.

One, two...

The kit.
Give me the kit.

All right.

No breath sounds on the left side.
Tension pneumothorax.

Hey, Hanna.

One of your lungs
has collapsed.

I'm gonna have to
reinflate it, okay?

Hey, you better
get back up top,

make sure you didn't
nick an artery.

I'm gonna have to go.

It's okay.
You're all right.

You're lucky
this isn't worse.

You know
who's even luckier?

You and just about every other
human being who wasn't down there.

What did
the venogram say?

Clean. Now the guy is
starting to spike a fever.

Subarachnoid bleed.

Meningitis?

He didn't say
his neck was sore.

That's because
everything's sore.

He just took a 15-story swan
dive into concrete. Do an LP.

We also have to consider
other infections.

So you're suggesting
we do an LP?

I guess I am.

Genius.

Hey, bad news.

Because of the collapse, we
can't try the airbag again

until we get
everything off the top.

Be five,
six hours, at least.

Then we have to amputate.
No.

It's been
four hours already.

It used to be a long
shot, now it's crazy.

Crush syndrome is basically
a build up of potassium.

If we remove potassium...

We're already treating
with sodium bicarbonate.

Not with glucose
and insulin.

We got glucose in the kit, there's
got to be a diabetic here somewhere.

You want to dose
the insulin here?

In a non-hospital setting?
That is insane.

It's not worth it.
Really?

Because I think
I'm the only one here

who knows what
a leg is worth.

And fortunately, you're not the
one who's in charge, he is.

And he knows that
I'd testify against him

if Hanna sues for
cutting off a leg

without exhausting
every option.

Give us a minute?

I know you're angry,

but please don't put her life
at risk just to get back at me.

Really? Wow.

So this is
all about you now?

You took her side
against me

right after you heard
about my engagement.

Yeah, that must be it.
It's not that you're a pathetic narcissist.

I don't love you.

So just accept it and
move on with your life

instead of making
everyone miserable.

That's great.

A life lesson from a
middle-aged single mom

who's dating
a man-child.

Screw you.

I'm sick of making
excuses for you.

I'm sick of other people
having to tiptoe around you

and make their
own lives worse

while they try to
keep you from collapsing.

I'm done.

Fantastic. Just stay
away from my patient.

What are you
clinging to, House?

You're gonna risk her life
just to save her leg?

It really worked out
well for you, didn't it?

What do you have in your life?
Honestly, tell me.

I'm moving on.
Wilson is moving on.

And you? You've got nothing, House.
Nothing.

I'm going down there,

and I'm gonna convince her
to let me cut her leg off.

If you have any decency left,
you'll stay out of it.

No.

Dr. House promised.

If there was
any other way...

It doesn't hurt right now.
I can wait.

Dr. House,

tell her.

Hanna,

we have to
amputate your leg.

No. You said that
there was time.

There was.
And it's run out.

No.

You asked me how
I had hurt my leg.

I had a blood clot,
and the muscle was dying.

And I had all these doctors
telling me I should amputate.

And I said no.
And they did this

very risky operation.

I almost died.

But you saved your leg.

I wish I hadn't.

They cut out a chunk of muscle
about the size of my fist.

They left me with this
mutilated, useless thing.

And I'm in pain
every day.

And it changed me.

It made me
a harder person.

A worse person.

And now...

Now I'm alone.

You don't wanna
be like me.

You got a husband
who loves you.

You have friends,
you can start a family.

You have a life.

And this is just a leg.

Okay.

I got it.

I can't put you out 'cause it could
depress your respiration too much.

This should take away
some of the pain.

Will it be quick?

I'll use the scalpel to slice
through the skin, muscle and fat.

That should go
pretty fast.

Then I'll switch over to the
electric saw when I get to the bone.

It's two bones about as
thick as a broom stick,

and takes about as
long to get through.

I'm gonna cut as close
to the concrete as I can.

Save as much of
your limb as possible.

Then the orthopedic
surgeons

back at the hospital
will clean you up,

have you fitted
for a prosthetic.

You'll be running circles
around me in no time.

How bad will it hurt?

Like nothing
you've ever felt before.

Hanna.

Baby, I'm so sorry.

Shut up.
It's all right.

You always
loved my legs.

Baby, I don't care
about your legs.

Baby, I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

What?

He's fallen into a coma.
LP was clean, but...

What are his vitals?

Excuse me, Officer.

What do you mean
"Officer"?

How long has there
been a cop there?

I don't know,
10 minutes.

He was being questioned
when he fell into the coma.

Was anything else making him nervous
or worried before his other symptoms?

He was claustrophobic
right before the bleed.

And before the fever,
we told him

that he probably
did fall asleep.

It's his BP spiking.

But that didn't cause
his first symptom.

Yeah, it did.
All the caffeine.

We thought the problem
was in his toilet,

and by that, of course,
I mean his head,

which distracted us
from the fact that

it could've been just
a clog in his sewer pipe,

and by that, of course, I
mean his spinal cord and...

Blah, blah, blah, blah.
You get the idea.

An arachnoid cyst on his lower
spine, that's why we missed it.

He's been sitting
10 hours a day,

spiked his
spinal fluid pressure.

Run a CT...

BP 72 over 42.

Hanna?

Hanna?
I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

Breath sounds
bilaterally.

It's not
another pneumothorax.

Neck veins flat,
no tamponade.

Damn it.
I waited too long.

Hanna, you've got a clot in your lungs.
I'm gonna fix this.

IV streptokinase.

What's happening?
What's going on?

Her body won't get any oxygen
unless we can bust the clot.

This is a blood thinner.

Is she gonna
be all right?

It'll make her bleed more,
we'll take care of that next.

It's not
busting the clot.

Maybe it's the heart.

What?
It's not a clot.

It's a fat embolism
from the amputation.

Okay.
So what can we do?

Come on.

Do something. Please.
Please, do something.

Come on, guys, do something.
Come on.

Please, come on,
do something.

Come on, do something!
Do something!

There's no way to
prevent a fat embolism.

Even if you'd done
this in an OR,

you couldn't
have saved her.

You can't blame yourself
for her death.

This wasn't your fault.

That's the point!

I did everything right.
She died anyway.

Why the hell did you think that
would make me feel any better?

You shouldn't be
alone right now.

You're bleeding.

I'm gonna give you a task,
as an employee.

Get out of my way.

What's that?

I'm asking
for some time off.

What's wrong?

Are you okay?

Obviously not.

You're gonna leap
across the room

and grab them
out of my hand?

No.

It's your choice if you
wanna go back on drugs.

Okay.

Just so you know, I'm finding
it hard to see the downside.

You need to rebandage
your shoulder.

Is that why you're here?
Foreman sent you?

No.

Here to yell
at me again?

No.

Well, I'm running
out of ideas.

Lucas...

Oh, great.

You're feeling
uncomfortable again.

Probably means
you just got back

for some quickie
wedding in Vegas,

or you're
already pregnant...

I ended it.

What?

I'm stuck, House.

I keep wanting
to move forward,

I keep wanting to
move on, and I can't.

I'm in my new house
with my new fiance,

and all I can
think about is you.

I just need to know
if you and I can work.

You think
I can fix myself?

I don't know.

'Cause I am the most screwed
up person in the world.

I know.

I love you.

I wish I didn't.

But I can't help it.

How do I know
I'm not hallucinating?

Did you take
the Vicodin?

Nope.

Then I think
we're okay.

Yeah.