Cameron: No, it wouldn’t cause the
blood pressure problems. Allergy?
Chase: The kid’s got abdominal
pain. Maybe carcinoid?<
Foreman: Nah, but then you
wouldn’t get the – [House slams a giant book in front of Foreman.]
House: Foreman, if you’re going to
list all the things it’s not, it might be quicker to do it alphabetically.< Let’s see. Absidia? Excellent.< Doesn’t account for any of the symptoms.<
Cameron: No condition accounts for
all these symptoms.
House: Well, good!< Because I thought maybe he was sick, but
apparently he’s not. Who wants to do up
the discharge papers? [pause]< Okay, unless we control the blood pressure,
he’s going to start circling the drain before we can figure out what’s wrong
with him. Treat him for sepsis,
broad-spectrum antibiotics and I want a cort-stim test and an echocardiogram.<
[Cut to the echocardiogram.< Brandon is coughing.]
Chase: You all right?
Brandon: Yeah.
Foreman: Cort-stim tests will tell
us if your pituitary and adrenal glands are working properly.
Mindy: His glands?< What does that mean?
Chase: We have a few theories
we’re working on.
Mindy: You mean you don’t know.
Brandon: Mindy…
Mindy: I’m just saying if they
knew they wouldn’t be testing you, they’d be treating you.
Foreman: Yeah, well, that’s the
way it works. First you find out what it
is, then we get you better.
[Cut to House entering the
clinic.]
Cuddy: You’re half an hour late.
House: Busy case load.
Cuddy: One case is not a “load”.
House: So, how are we doing on
cotton swabs today? If there’s an acute
shortage I could run home –
Cuddy: [looks at his leg] No, you
couldn’t.
House: Nice. [He walks over to the
waiting room full of patients.] Hello,
sick people and their loved ones! [Cuddy
looks at him incredulously.] In the
interest of saving time and avoiding a lot of boring chit-chat later, I’m Dr.
Gregory House. You can call me
Gregg. I’m one of three doctors staffing
this clinic this morning.
Cuddy: Short, sweet.< Grab a file.
House: This ray of sunshine is Dr.
Lisa Cuddy. Dr. Cuddy runs this whole
hospital so, unfortunately, she’s much too busy to deal with you.< I am a bored [looks at Cuddy] certified
diagnostician with a double specialty of infectious disease and
nephrology. I’m also the only doctor
currently employed at this clinic who is here against his will.< That is true, isn’t it? [Cuddy just looks at
him.] But not to worry, because for most
of you this job could be done by a monkey with a bottle of Motrin.< Speaking of which, if you’re particularly
annoying, you may see me reach for this. This is Vicodin. It’s mine.< You can’t have any.< And no, I do not have a pain management
problem, I have a pain problem. But who
knows? Maybe I’m wrong.< Maybe I’m too stoned to tell.< So, who wants me?< [None of the clinic patients seem too
eager.] And who would rather wait for
one of the other two doctors? [Everyone
raises their hands.] Okay, well, I’ll be
in Exam Room 1 if you change your mind.
Cuddy: Jodi Matthews?< [Jodi stands.]< Please accompany Dr. House to Exam Room
1.
[Cut to Chase walking in the
hallway. Mindy runs up to him.]
Mindy: Dr. Chase!
Chase: I’m not sure scaring your
boyfriend is the best medicine for him right now.
Mindy: I know, I get… stupid when
I’m scared.
Chase: Don’t go rock climbing.
Mindy: Look, I was wondering….
Before this happened, we were having sex.
Chase: What, you, you’re wondering
if whatever he has you might have gotten it? It’s unlikely, we ran a complete STD panel, so –
Mindy: No, I was wondering if
maybe I did this to him. I was kind of
rough.
[Cut to House in the exam room
with Jodi.]
Jodi: It was yellow.
House: It was?
Jodi: It’s not any more.
House: Hmmm, that’s a shame.
Jodi: I thought that might be a
problem, so I brought you this. [She
hands him a paint color sample card.]
House: Your mucus was pale
goldenrod.
Jodi: Last week, yes.< Should I be worried?
House: Oh, yes.< Very.
Jodi:< Really? I thought I was okay now.
House: And yet, here you are.< What happened?< Paramedics took a week to respond to your 911
call?
Jodi: You’re not a very nice
doctor, are you?
House: And you are very bad at
whatever it is you do.
Jodi: You don’t even know me!
House: I know you’re going to get
fired. That’s why you got the new
glasses, that’s why your teeth are sparkly white.< You’re getting the most of your health
insurance while you still can.
Jodi: I might be quitting.
House: If you were quitting you
would have known that last week when your snot was still pale goldenrod; you’re
getting fired.
Jodi: I just don’t like being told
what to do.
House: I’ll get you in for a full
body scan later this week.
Jodi: Thanks.
[Cut to Chase, Cameron and Foreman
in the lab.]
Foreman: It’s got to be
viral. We should start running gels and
tiles.
Chase: We should test the girlfriend’s
theory. She thinks she rode him to
death.
Foreman: [laughs] What did you
tell her?
Chase: Well, I told her 22-year
old men don’t die of sex.
Cameron: What’d you ask her?
Chase: What do you mean?
Cameron: I mean, I hope you got
some specifics on exactly what was going on. It’s a girl who thinks it could kill you… it’s worth knowing about.
[pause]
Chase: Have you ever taken a life?
[Cameron gives him a dirty look. Foreman
gets the lab results from the printer.]
Foreman: We should stop the
antibiotics.
Cameron: It’s too soon to say
they’re not having an effect.
Foreman: They’re having an
effect. His BP’s falling fast. [Cut to a
shot of Brandon coughing.] There’s fluid
filling his lungs. His creatine’s
rising. [CG shot of the IV meds hitting
Brandon’s bloodstream.] His kidneys are
shutting down. Our treatment isn’t
making him better, it’s killing him.
[Cut to House’s office.< Cameron is adding “kidney failure” to the
list of symptoms on the white board.]
House: So, we had six symptoms
that didn’t add up to anything, now we have seven.< Who’s excited?
Foreman: I don’t think it
complicates things. The kidney failure
was caused by the antibiotics.
House: Maybe.
Foreman: Typically, low blood
pressure and abdominal pain means an infection. An abdominal infection causes sepsis, low blood pressure…
Chase: Except we checked for
abdominal infections.
Foreman: I know, but what if it’s
the other way around. What if the low
blood pressure is causing the abdominal pain?
Cameron: Viral heart
infection. The intestines aren’t getting
enough blood, and the result is belly pain.
Foreman: I know it’s not the
standard presentation.
Chase: It’s a 10 million to one
shot.
Foreman: I thought that’s what we
dealt with, here. It explains the
cardiomyopathy, pain, the low BP, the fever.
House: You read the book.< Impressive. It’s a ludicrously long shot that explains every one of those symptoms,
except for the cough and the rash. Should we just erase those?
Foreman: Well, anything can cause
a rash.
House: Okay. [He grabs a colored
marker.] Cardiac infection. [He circles all of the applicable symptoms, puts
down the marker, and then picks up a different marker.]< Cameron, you thought… allergy? [Circle, new
marker, repeat.] Chase, what was it you thought, carcinoid?< And then there’s hypothyroidism, could be
parasites. Finally, sinus infection.
Foreman: If you’re going to list
all of the things it can’t be, you’re gonna need more colors.
House: Cameron was right.< No condition explains all these
symptoms. But orange and green covers
everything.
Chase: Orange and green?< Two conditions, contracted simultaneously?
Foreman: Occam’s Razor.< The simplest explanation is always the best.
House: And you think one is
simpler than two.
Cameron: Pretty sure it is, yeah.
House: Baby shows up.< Chase tells you that two people exchanged
fluids to create this being. I tell you
that one stork dropped the little tyke off in a diaper.< You going to go with the two or the one?
Foreman: I think your argument is
specious.
House: I think your tie is
ugly. Why is one simpler than two?< It’s lower, lonelier… is it simpler?< Each one of these conditions is about a
thousand to one shot. That means that
any two of them happening at the same time is a million to one shot.< Chase says that cardiac infection is a 10
million to one shot, which makes my idea 10 times better than yours.< Get a calculator, run the numbers.
Chase: We’ll run the tests.
House: Tests take time.< Treatment’s quicker.< Start the kid on Unacin for the sinus
infection and… what was orange?
Cameron: Hypothyroidism.
[Cut to Brandon’s room.]
Brandon: My uncle has
hypothyroidism.
Cameron: Not like this.
Intravenous levothyroxine is an artificial thyroid medication that should take
care of it. Also, the nurses are going
to start you on Unacin, it’s a more targeted antibiotic.
Mindy: For the sinus infection?
Cameron: Yes.
Mindy: And the other stuff is for…
something else entirely?
Cameron: Bad luck, huh?< Don’t worry, he should be back to ditching
work in no time. [The door opens, Brandon’s parents come in {referenced as Mr.
and Ms. Merrell)]
Mrs. Merrell: Brandon?
Brandon: Hey. [coughing]
Mr. Merrell: We’re his
parents. How’s he doing?
Cameron: Um, Brandon is –
Brandon: Um, Mom, Dad, this is
Mindy. I was going to bring her home for
Christmas, so…. We’re engaged. [Cameron
raises her eyebrows. Brandon’s parents
smile.]
[Cut to Cameron leaving the room,
Chase and Foreman catch up to her.]
Chase: Tell the family House’s
theory?
Foreman: Two odd conditions
striking completely coincidentally at the exact same time?
Cameron: I didn’t phrase it quite
that way.
Chase: They agree to treatment?
Foreman: Of course they did, we’re
doctors. They believe whatever we tell
them. [pause] So, is that our job? House’s puppets? He comes up with
an insane idea, we get to pretend it’s not?
Cameron: His insane ideas are usually
right. We’ve been here long enough to –
Foreman: -- been here long enough
to have Stockholm Syndrome. [Chase and
Cameron laugh.]
Chase: What?< Because we don’t hate him?< He thinks outside the box, is that so evil?
Foreman: He has no idea where the
box is! If you guys think he’s right, go
home. Relax.< Just wait for the kid to get all better.< I’m going to the lab to test for viral
infections. [He walks off; Chase and
Cameron follow.]
[Cut to the lab, where the
ducklings are working on gels.]
Foreman: Negative for Coxsackie-B
virus.
Chase: Seven down, about 5000 to
go. You really think we’re going to come
up with your mystery virus by running gels until we guess it right? [We see
that Cameron is in a separate part of the lab from Foreman and Chase.]
Foreman: No, I think we’re going
to get it by standing around watching other people work.
Chase: I’m waiting for the Epstein
Barr virus. [looks at Cameron] She’s
weird, isn’t she?
Foreman: Bad idea.
Chase: What?
Foreman: Bad idea.< You work with her.
Chase: What did I say?< Is “weird” some new ghetto euphemism for
sexy, like “bad” is good and “phat” is good? Then what the hell does “good” mean?
Foreman: “Ghetto euphemism”?
[Chase laughs.] You don’t think she’s
hot?
Chase: No.
Foreman: Wow, then you’re
brilliant. And I am using “brilliant” as
an euphemism.
Chase: Obviously, the girl is
hot. You, you’re not talking about her
aesthetics, you’re talking about if I want to jump her.< I don’t.
Foreman: Brilliant. [long pause, a
test beeps] Your Epstein Barr is ready.
[Cut to the clinic, where House is
very involved in his Gameboy.]
Clinic patient: What are you
doing?
House: Level 4.
Patient: No, I mean –
House: I know what you meant.< We’re waiting.
Patient: My throat hurts.
House: So you said.
Patient: How long are we waiting?
House: Two minutes less then when
you asked me two minutes ago. [Cuddy walks in.]
Patient: Hi.
Cuddy: Hi.< I’m Dr. Cuddy.< Nice to meet you.
House: Dr. Cuddy, thanks for the
consult. [He closes the Gameboy.] His
throat seems to have some condition.
Cuddy: Say “Ah”.
Patient. Ah.
Cuddy: He has a sore throat.
House: Of course!< Yes, why didn’t I… I mean, because he said
that… it hurt, and I, I should have deduced that meant it was sore…
Cuddy: I was in a board meeting.
House: Patients come first, right?
Cuddy: Wouldn’t want to prescribe
a lozenge if there was any doubt about it’s efficacy, huh?
House: You once asked why I think
I’m always right, and I realized that you’re right… at least, I think you’re
right. I don’t really know now, do
I? [Cuddy smiles.]
Patient: Hey!< I’m here.
Cuddy: Go home.< Drink some hot tea. [She leaves.]
House: Excellent counsel.
[Cut to the lab.< Now Cameron and Foreman are working together,
with Chase off in the separate room.]
Cameron: Negative on parvovirus
B19.
Foreman: I’m impressed.
Cameron: Thank you, I was born to
run gels.
Foreman: I meant about Chase.
Cameron: What about Chase?
Foreman: Well, the man has no
physical interest in you. He has a
completely professional relationship with you, he respects you as a colleague
and a doctor, and yet he can’t look at you without thinking sex.
Cameron: Because I asked what kind
of sex could kill you?
Foreman: You now have total
control over your relationship with him.
Cameron: So, a woman can’t express
her interest in sex without it being some professional powerplay?
House: No. [House walked in to the
lab, unbeknownst to the other doctors.] If you look the way you do, and you say what you said, you have to be
aware of the effect that it’ll have on men.
Cameron: Men should grown up.
House: Yeah.< And dogs should stop licking themselves, it’s
not gonna happen. [Chase comes in.]
Chase: What’s going on? [Cameron
abruptly stops laughing.]
Cameron: Yeah, what are you doing
here?
House: Looking for you guys.
Foreman: Why didn’t you page us?
House: ‘Cause I knew you’d be
here.
Chase: Who told him?
House: No one.< I assume you’re trying to prove my crazy
two-illness theory wrong, so, obviously, you’re going to be in the lab.< You spin the urine? [He pops a Vicodin.]
Foreman: Not yet.
House: Talk to me when you have.
[Cut to House’s office,
later. House and Wilson are sitting
there; Foreman enters.]
House: What did you find out?
Foreman: The kidney failure.< It’s acute interstitial nephritis.<
House: I wonder if that’s
signifigant.
Foreman:< It means the antibiotics didn’t cause the
kidney failure. How did you know?
House:< Well, if you guys hadn’t been so busy trying
to prove me wrong, you might have checked in on the poor kid.
Foreman: You visited a patient?
House: I was sitting by his bed
all morning, just so he’d know someone was there for him.
Wilson: I looked in on him.< He’s much better.
House: Ergo, the treatment’s
working. Ergo, me right, you wrong.
Foreman: Hey, I’m glad for the
kid. [He leaves.]
Wilson: That smugness of yours
really is an attractive quality.
House: Thank you.< It was either that or get my hair
highlighted. Smugness is easier to
maintain.
Wilson: I get that you’re not a
big believer in the ‘catching flies with honey’ approach, but do you honestly think
you’ll collect a jarful by cleverly taunting them?
House: Flies, no.< Doctors, sure.< If I’d said to Foreman, “Nice try, it was a
great guess, but not this time,” what do you think he’d be doing right now?
Wilson: I think he’d be going home
not feeling like a piece of crap.
House: Exactly.
Wilson: You want him to feel like
a piece of crap?
House: No, I don’t want him going
home.
[Cut to Foreman entering Brandon’s
room.]
Brandon: Dr. Foreman. [coughs]
Foreman: Still have the cough.
Brandon: I’m feeling a lot better,
though.
Mrs. Merrell: His fever’s gone,
and his rash is going away.
Foreman: I see.
Mindy: Is everything okay?
Foreman: Just ordering some
tests. Absolutely nothing to worry
about.
[Cut to House in the clinic exam
room. He’s again playing on the
Gameboy.]
Patient: How much longer?
House: 9:30, I figure she was on
the 8th hole when I paged her… [he grimaces as his guy dies, and
hands her the Gameboy] Probably got
another half hour. [She starts to play
as Foreman opens the door.]
Foreman: I ran a TSH, T3 and
T4. Patient’s negative for
hypothyroidism. [Patient looks up.]< Not talking about you.< [She goes back to the Gameboy.]
House:< Well the fact that he’s getting better would
indicate the unreliability of the tests.
Foreman: If I’m right and it’s a
viral infection, one of two things always happens: patient dies or the
patient’s immune system fights off the invader. [nods toward patient] What’s
with her?
House: Her leg hurts after running
six miles. Who knows, it could be
anything!
Foreman: He’s getting better.< That doesn’t prove you’re right, it just
proves he’s getting better. [House
smiles.] It, it’s not two illnesses!< It can’t be two illnesses!
House: I am so glad you work here.
Foreman: If I’m right, the
antibiotics you prescribed could block his kidneys and liver, impeding his
ability to fight off the virus. Could
kill him.
House: Well, that certainly would
be a concern. Fifty bucks?< [Patient looks up.]< Don’t look away, the space monkeys will be
all over you.
Foreman: You wanna bet on the
patient’s health?
House: You think that’s bad
luck? Do you think that God will smite
him because of our insensitivity? Well,
if God does, you make a quick fifty. [Patient kills the little guy on the Gameboy.]< Go check his white blood count.< If he’s fighting off a virus like you think
it’ll be way up. [He starts to play on
the Gameboy again. Foreman leaves, and
Wilson enters.]
Wilson: Hey, Cuddy said you needed
a consult, what’s up? I’m busy.
[Cut to Cameron and Chase in
House’s office. Chase is pouring coffee,
and, after looking at Cameron, spills it.]
Chase: Ah!
Cameron: I was just being glib.
Chase: You haven’t said anything.
Cameron: No, before when I was
talking about Brandon’s girlfriend thinking sex could kill you.< I was just making a joke because I was
uncomfortable.
Chase: Oh, I don’t even remember
what you said.
Cameron: I’m uncomfortable about
sex. [Chase turns quickly.]
Chase: Well, we don’t have to talk
about this…
Cameron: Sex… could kill you.< Do you know what the human body goes through
when you have sex? Pupils dilate,
arteries constrict, core temperature rises, heart races, blood pressure
skyrockets [Chase is starting to look uncomfortable], respiration becomes rapid
and shallow, the brain fires bursts of electrical impulses from nowhere to
nowhere and secretions spit out of every gland [Chase starts to look for an
escape route], and the muscles tense and spasm like you’re lifting three times
your body weight. It’s violent, it’s
ugly, and it’s messy, and if God hadn’t made it unbelievably fun… the human race
would have died out eons ago. [small pause] Men are lucky they can only have one orgasm.< You know that women can have an hour-long
orgasm? [Chase is very wide-eyed; Foreman walks in.] Hey, Foreman.< What’s up?
Chase: Hey, Foreman!
Foreman: Hey. [House walks in.]
House: White cell count isn’t up,
is it?
Foreman: No.< We were both wrong.< White cell count is down, way down, and
dropping. His immune system is shot.< We need to get him into a clean room.
[Cut to Chase and Brandon, in prep
for the clean room.]
Chase: Can you walk, Brandon?
Brandon: Yeah, a little.
Chase: All right, okay. ‘Cause
we’ll need to leave the chair outside. [to the nurse helping him] Thank you. Where’s April? April!< [April comes in.]< Can you take the chair, please?< [to Brandon] I’ll need to take your mask and your robe, too.< You might want to block your ears for this,
it’s quite loud. [They’re blasted with
air. Next we see Cameron, Foreman, the
Merrells and Mindy watching Chase and Brandon in the clean room.)
Foreman: Something’s made his immune
system compromised.
Cameron: His white blood cell
count is down, which means his body can’t fight off infections.
Foreman: If he gets sick, he’ll
die.
Mrs. Merrell: Sick.< How sick?
Foreman: If he gets a cold, he’ll
die.
[Cut to Brandon, coughing.< Foreman is prepping him for a marrow sample.]
Foreman: Okay.< I’m going to push the needle into your
hipbone, and take some of the marrow. [He inserts a needle.]
Brandon: That’s not so bad.
Foreman: Hah, that was just the
anesthetic. The core biopsy needle, it’s
a little bit bigger. Okay man, take a
deep breath, this is, this is gonna hurt. A lot. [Brandon seizes the bed
and grimaces in pain.] Marrow makes the
blood cells. You take a peek of it under
a microscope, and maybe we find a viral infection.< Maybe we find some fibrosis.< Something to explain why your blood count is
so low. [He fills the syringe with
marrow.] There we go. One step closer to
an answer.
Brandon: What if you don’t find
one? I can’t stay here forever.
[Cut to Cuddy’s office.]
House: The patient could have
died.
Cuddy: The one with the pulled
muscle.
House: Well, those symptoms are
consistant with a dozen other conditions. I, you know, I, I’m entitled to a consult!
Cuddy: You are not getting out of
clinic duty.
House: Oh, come on.< You’ve got a hundred other idiot doctors in
this building who go warm and fuzzy everything they pull a toy car out of a
nose, you don’t need me here.
Cuddy: No, I don’t, but working
with people actually makes you a better doctor.
House: When did I sign up for that
course?
Cuddy: When did I give you the
impression that I care? [pause]
House: Working in this clinic
obviously instills a deep sense of compassion. [He starts to walk out.] I’ve got
your home number, right? In case
anything comes up at 3 o’clock in the morning.
Cuddy: It’s not going to
work. You know why?< Because this is fun.< You think of something to make me miserable,
I think of something to make you miserable: it’s a game!< And I’m going to win, because I got a head
start. You are already miserable. [Cuddy
leaves her office, and runs into Wilson.]
Wilson: Uh…
Cuddy: Is this important?
Wilson: Uh, no.
Cuddy: No. [She leaves, as House
exits her office.]
Wilson: What’s with you and her?
House: Don’t.
Wilson: Do you have a thing for
her? The only people who can get to you
–
House: No!< There is not a thin line between love and
hate. There is, in fact, a Great Wall of
China with armed sentries posted every 20 feet between love and hate. [to the
pharmacist] 36 Vicodin.
Pharmacist: Who’s the patient?
House: I am.
Pharmacist: You can’t…
House: Dr. Wilson is the
prescribing physician.
Wilson: Yeah. [to House]< You will lie, cheat and steal to get what you
want, but you’re incapable of kissing a little ass?
House: Well, we all have our
limitations. [He grabs a bottle from the counter and turns to leave.]
Wilson: House!< Wrong bottle. [He gives House the right bottle.] Do me a favor. Take one of these,
wait five minutes for it to kick in, and find Cuddy, and kiss her ass. [pause]
House: What was the kid’s first
symptom? [small pause] You did the
history; of his 800 symptoms, which one hit him first?
Wilson: Ah, the cough.
[Cut to House thinking in his
office, staring at the white board. He
starts looking through medical texts and searching online; Chase watches him
through the glass wall.]
[Cut to Brandon, who is still
coughing.]
[Cut to the ducklings, sitting in
their office. House walks in.]
House: Gout. [He walks back into
his office; they follow.]
Chase: Um, are we talking about
Brandon?
Foreman: Gout?< Uric acid crystals in the joints?< The symptoms are pain, swelling, redness,
stiffness… not one of which do I see on that board.
House: Because he doesn’t have
gout. Every day, cells die. [CGI of…
cells!] We survive because the remaining
cells divide and replace the losses. The
colchicine, a gout medicine, blocks mitosis and stops cell division, which will
result in abdominal pain, rash, nausea, fever, kidney failure, low blood
pressure, and will also mess with the bone marrow. [He crosses these all off
the board.]
Chase: But he doesn’t have
gout. Why would he have gout medication?
House: Because you guys were
right. He didn’t have two medications at
the exact same time. First, he got a
cough. Now, because he’s an idiot, he
went to a doctor. In order to feel
justified charging $200, the doctor felt he should actually do something.< Oops. He wrote a prescription. 7000
people die each year from pharmacy screw-ups. Not nearly as many as die from doctor screw-ups, but still, not
something they use in their promotional material.< The pharmacist gave him gout medicine instead
of cough medicine. And the only thing it
wouldn’t do: it would do absolutely to relieve his cough.< Occam’s Razor.< The simplest explanation is almost always
somebody screwed up.
Cameron: But once he checked into
this hospital he was completely in our control. Our food, our pills, our everything. So even if you’re right, no gout medication.< He’d either continue to deteriorate or he
would have gotten better. But he got
better, and then he got worse. It
doesn’t fit. It doesn’t make sense.
House: Okay.< Two people screwed up.< Not as simple as one, but…
[Cut to the Merrells and Mindy
sitting in a waiting room. House and Co.
come walking up to them.]
Mindy: He’s resting; he –
House: I’m Dr. House.< I’m your son’s physician.<
Mrs. Merrell: Oh, you’re the one
we haven’t met yet.
Mr. Merrell: You’re the one he
hasn’t met. How can you treat someone
without meeting them?
House: It’s easy if you don’t give
a crap about them. That’s a good
thing. If emotions made you act
rationally, then they wouldn’t be called emotions, would they?< That’s why we have this nice division of
labor: you hold his hand, I get him better. If I start tucking him in at night, well, that’s not fair to you guys,
and if you start prescribing medicine, that’s not fair to me.< So what I want to know is: who stepped on my
side of the med? Who cared enough to get
stupid enough to give him his cough medicine?
Mindy: When we checked in Dr.
Foreman said –
House: Tuesday, he’s getting
better. Wednesday, he’s getting sick
again. Somebody gave him his cough
medicine Wednesday. [pause]< Come on, nobody’s gonna be mad.< I just want to know who tried to kill the
kid.
Foreman: Dr. House, maybe we
should –
Mrs. Merrell: His throat was sore.
House: Page Dr. Occam.< He’s gonna want to hear about this.<
Mrs. Merrell: Sorry!< He was coughing, and I just wanted to help
him –
House: I wish you would dare.< Where are the pills?
Mrs. Merrell: He took the last of
them before he was switched into that room.
Cameron: They’re all gone?
Mrs. Merrell: It was just cough
medicine!
House: No, it wasn’t.< Where’s the bottle?
[Cut to a pharmacy.< Chase, Mindy and Mrs. Merrell go to talk to
the pharmacist.]
Chase: We need to know exactly
what you put in this bottle. We think it
was colchicine, a gout medication.
Pharmacist: If the prescription
said cough medicine, that’s what I dispensed.
Chase: The family is prepared to
waive liability, all right? We just need
to know what it was, what dosage it was –
Pharmacist: It was cough medicine.
Chase: [gives him the bottle]
Refill it.
Mrs. Merrell: He’s going to be
okay.
Mindy: You don’t know that.
Mrs. Merrell: Does Brandon like
that quality in you? You’re a little
negative.
Mindy: Things don’t always work
out for the best.
Mrs. Merrell: It doesn’t hurt to
hope they do.
Mindy: No.< Not unless it makes you figure you can do
whatever you want, like give people cough medicine. [Chase and the pharmacist
come out from the back.]
Chase: This is cough
medication. This is what Brandon was
supposed to get. [He shakes out three
onto his hand.] They’re small, round and
yellow. Can you tell this man what the
pills in your son’s medicine bottle actually looked like?
Mrs. Merrell: They were small,
round and yellow, exactly like this.
Mindy: Those were the pills that
Brandon was taking.
Pharmacist: Hey, I’m just a
pharmacist, but I know what cough medicine looks like, Doctor.
[Cut to House’s office.]
House: It was so perfect.< It was beautiful.
Wilson: Beauty often seduces us on
the road to truth.
House: And triteness kicks us in
the nads.
Wilson: So true.
House: This doesn’t bother you?
Wilson: That you were wrong?< I try to work through the pain –
House: I was not wrong.< Everything I said was true.< It fit. It was elegant.
Wilson: So… reality was wrong.
House: Reality is almost always
wrong. [takes some Vicodin] The cough
medicine did something. Aggravated the
condition. It’s all over the place, must
be in his blood.
Wilson: What if it is his blood?
House: Lymphoma?
Wilson: Unless you’ve got
something better.
House: Well, we foolishly ruled
out lymphoma because his CT scan showed no adenophathy, CBC showed a normal
diffen smear, bone marrow showed no –
Wilson: Screw the tests.< Do an exploratory laparotomy and find out
what’s in there.
House: He has no blood pressure,
no immune system and no kidneys. Surgery
will kill him.
Wilson: Yeah, you’re right.< Let’s stick with the wrong pill theory.
[pause]
House:< I’ll schedule him for surgery.
[Cut to Brandon’s clean room.< Mindy and the Merrells are looking on as the
three doctors are working on Brandon.]
Foreman: Okay, Brandon, we’re
gonna run this tube through your heart and into the pulmonary arteries in your
lung.
Cameron: Sensors will give us
information we need for the exploratory surgery later this afternoon.
Brandon: My fingers are numb.
Foreman: Try not to move.< We’re in the right atrium, trying to catch
the flow through the tricuspid valve.
Chase: I think the catheter’s
curling in the atrium.
Foreman: Got it.< We’re in the RV in now. [A monitor beeps.]
Chase: Ectopy.< You must have irritated the heart wall.
Foreman: It’ll calm down.
Chase: He can’t tolerate any
cardiac arrhythmia. Pull back.
Foreman: He needs this
surgery. [Another monitor starts to
beep.]
Cameron: Pressure’s dropped.
Chase: You still with us, Brandon?
Cameron: Get the curtains! [Chase
closes them. They prepare the
defibrillator.]
Chase: Charging. Clear! [Shock.] Sign of rhythm.
Cameron: I got a pulse.
Foreman: Yeah, but no surgery
today.
[Cut back to the clinic.< House enters to find a boy standing in the
room.]
House: How you doing?
Patient: Okay.
House: Great.< I’m doing good, too.< I get to knock off an hour early today.< Know why? ‘Cause I kissed my boss’ ass, you ever do that?< I think she just said yes because she wants
to reinforce that behavior. Wants me to
kiss a lot of other people’s ass, like she wants me to kiss yours.< [Boy makes an odd face.]< What would you want, a doctor who holds your
hand while you die, or a doctor who ignores you while you get better?< I guess it would particularly suck to have a
doctor who ignores you while you die.
Patient: I should go.
House: You think it’s going to
come out on its own? Are we talking
bigger than a breadbasket? ‘Cause actually, it will come out on its own, which
for small stuff is no problem. Gets
wrapped up in a nice soft package and plop! Big stuff, you’re going to rip something, which speaking medically, is
when the fun stops.
Patient: How did you –
House: You’ve been here half an
hour and haven’t sat down, that tells me its location.< You haven’t told me what it is, that tells me
it’s humiliating. You have a little
birdie carved on your arm, that tells me you have a high tolerance for
humiliation, so I figure it’s not hemorrhoids. [pause] I’ve been a doctor 20 years, you’re not going to surprise me.
Patient: It’s an MP3 player.
House: [has to digest this for a
moment] Is it… is it because of the size, or the shape, or the pounding bass
line?
Patient: What are we going to do?
House: [looks at his watch] I’m
gonna wait.
Patient: For what?
[Cut to House leaving the exam
room.]
House: Okay, it’s 3:00, I’m
off. Would you tell Dr. Cuddy there’s a
patient in Exam Room 2 that needs her attention?< And the RIAA wants her to check for illegal
downloads. [chuckles at his own joke; Cameron runs up.]
Cameron: Brandon’s not ready for
surgery.
House: Okay, well, let’s leave it
a couple of weeks. He should be feeling
better by then. Oh wait, which way does
time go?
Cameron: He crashed during
prep. He’s also experiencing pain in his
fingers. I think some bug may have
gotten in the clean room. I think we
should double his dosage of GCSF to temporarily boost his blood cell count.
House: Pain in his fingers… right.
[pops a Vicodin]
[Cut to the hallway outside the
clean room.]
House: [to Mrs. Merrell] Hi again.
[He enters the prep area.]
Mrs. Merrell: He can’t go in –
Mr. Merrell: Where’s he going?
[House walks in without all of the prep robes, air, etc.]
House: Hey!< How y’all doing?< Interesting fact: every seven years it’s a
whole new you. Inspiring metaphor, huh?
Chase: Dr. House, this is a clean
room.
House: Yeah, I read the sign.< But cells of different organs reproduce at
different rates. [He touches Brandon’s
leg, Brandon flinches and makes noises of protest.] So, a new kidney every
three years, a new stomach lining every week…. This is why colchicine poisoning
causes all of these symptoms but not all at once.
Mrs. Merrell: But we went to the
pharmacy. We saw the pills!
House: Colchicine does its damage
in a very specific order. First of all,
there’s a pain in the abdomen, the rash, the fever… isn’t that what you got
first? Then, the kidneys go, which is
exactly what happened to….
Cameron: Brandon.
House: Right.< Then it screws up your bone marrow, and then
– neuropathy. Painful tingling in the
fingers and toes. And what do you
suppose happens after that? [He rips out
some of Brandon’s hair. His mother
doesn’t look too thrilled.] Hair
loss. The bad new is: your special boy
is doing drugs.
Mrs. Merrell: No, he’s not!
House: Ecstasy?
Mrs. Merrell: No!
Brandon: Twice, with Dan and Mike.
House: D’you know what they cut
that stuff with? Apparently colchicine,
unless you ingested the colchicine through your contact lens solution, or skin
cream, or some other drug you’re lying about. I don’t know how it happened, I don’t care how it happened, it
happened. Start….
Cameron: Brandon.
House: Lovely name.< Start Brandon on fab fragments, and give him
some Tylenol for the hair I pulled out. And get some air in here! [He leaves the room and walks off with
Wilson.] Make a note: I should never doubt myself.
Wilson: I think you’ll
remember. You know, it wouldn’t hurt you
to be wrong now and then.
House: What, you don’t care about
these people?
[Cut to the clean room, where
Foreman and co. are inserting an IV.]
Foreman: The colchicine interferes
with the ability of the heart muscle to contract pumping blood, lowering your
blood pressure. [CGI of his heart.] The
antibodies we’re giving you should neutralize the colchicine, allowing your
heart to beat at its normal rate.
Brandon: When will you know?
Cameron: We know now.< [Foreman gives the people outside a
thumbs-up. Mrs. Merrell hugs her
husband, and then hugs Mindy.]
[Cut to House pawing through the
hospital pharmacy.]
Wilson: Big weekend?
House: It’s not for me, I’m fully
stocked.
Wilson: Cuddy got you doing
inventory?
House: Nope.< Trying to solve that kid’s case.
Wilson: The gout medicine OD?
House: Yeah.
Wilson: The fact that I know that
it’s a gout medicine OD would seem to indicate that the case is already solved.
House: Well, you’d be wrong.
Wilson: What about the fact that
the kid is now, I believe the technical term is, not sick?
House: You know how many forms of
colchicine there are on the market?
Wilson: Stop it.
House: Neither do I, but it’s a
lot. Pills, powders, liquids, IV
fluids…. Somewhere at a party, in his
coffee, up his nose, in his ear, this kid had some.<
Wilson: So, you’re not happy with
your Ecstasy theory?
House: He said he used it twice.
Wilson: People lie.
House: Yeah, but if you’re gonna
lie, it’s –
Wilson: You know what, I’m not
interested.
House: Not curious?
Wilson: No, because I’m
well-adjusted. [He walks off.]
House: Right.
[Cut to Cameron and Chase checking
up on Brandon.]
Cameron: Temperature’s normal.
Brandon: I want Cousin Sharon
there.
Mrs. Merrell: If we invite Sharon,
we have to invite all the cousins.
Mindy: So what?< My side of the family doesn’t need anything.
[Brandon starts coughing.]
Brandon: Don’t suppose I could
have some of those cough pills, huh? They’re okay, right?
Cameron: Yes, you’re doing great.
Chase: You should invite Dr.
House.
Brandon: Will he come?
Chase: No, but he’ll send a gift.
Cameron: I’ll make sure it’s a
good one. [She give Brandon the cough pills.]
Brandon: There’s a letter on the
back of these pills.
Cameron: Your old pills didn’t
have a letter on them?
Brandon: No.< Round and yellow, but no letter. [pause]
Cameron: Well, these will help
your cough. [She starts to leave.]
Chase: Hey, you want to go get
some –
Cameron: No.
[Cut to House, once again in the
hospital pharmacy. He finds the
colchicine and compares them to the cough medicine: small, round and yellow,
but minus the letter.]
[End! Hope
you enjoyed – Marisol]