House (2004–2012): Season 1, Episode 11 - Detox - full transcript

What do you say now?

I don't know.

You said your dad
wouldn't be home for an hour.

I know, but it-- You don't know--
Don't you love me?

Ofcourse. You know I--
Then, come on.
Let's do it.

All right.

Where are they?
Nightstand.

Gentlemen, start your engines.

I so want this car!

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!



Whoo-hoo!

Oh, my God!
You're bleeding.

Look out!

What lie are they telling you?

I'll check on it.
Okay. Yes--

Come on.

Okay, thank you.

Okay, pharmaceuticals
were delivered this morning.

But Shipping accidentally sent
the box with Vicodin to Research.

Hmm. That's a tough one.

If only we had some way
to communicate with
another part of the building.

Sixteen-year-old
M.V.A. victim.

He's been in and out of the hospital
for three weeks with internal bleeding.
No one can find the cause.

Internal bleeding after a car accident.
Wow, that's shocking.



Let me talk to Shipping.
I speak their language.

It's been three weeks--
Your hospital doesn't have
my pain medication.

Shipping says
it's going to be an hour.

This is Dr. Cuddy.
What's going on?

The crash didn't cause the bleed.
Right-- the bleed
caused the crash.

Blood got on the road, got all slippery--
Anyone here got drugs?

She saw his blood,
she got distracted,
and she crashed his dad's Porsche.

- Dad'll love that.
- He was--

- Don't talk.
- It's gonna be an hour.

Thank God you took control.

- If you can't wait one hour to get--
- Kid's got hemolytic anemia.

Kid? How old?

He must have inherited it.
He's gonna die. My condolences.

Wasn't inherited. The problem's
outside the red blood cells.

This is impossible.
A 16-year-old does not
get hemolytic anemia.

Give her back the file.
You have bigger problems
to tend to, like my meds.

Elevated indirect bilirubin,
low serum haptoglobin--

- He's got meningitis.
- Uh, no.

- Artificial heart valve.
- No.

Get everyone in my office.

Kid's gonna be dead
in a matter of days...

if we don't figure out why
his red blood cells are disintegrating.

So, differential diagnosis, people.
Well,
it's not environmental.

Dad hired a company to clean the house,
maid washed all the clothes...

and bought hypoallergenic
sheets and pillows.

- You want us to recheck?
- No.

If it's environmental,
he'll get better just from staying here.

- It could be an infection.
- No fever. No white count.

- Well, he's 99.2.
- Barely above normal.

But above.
His body's reacting to something.

We could account for the lack
of fever and white count if it's lupus.

Drugs will fit just as much as lupus.
Meth will cause hemolytic anemia.

A lot of meth.

Also doesn't exactly
seem like the type.

Because his dad drives a Porsche?
Rich kids do drugs just like poor kids.

Didn't mean to offend you.
Okay!

So it's infection, lupus,
drugs or cancer.

- Cancer?
- Why not? Great meeting.

Shouldn't we narrow it down
before we finish?

My leg gave us till 11:15.

I'll talk to Wilson about lymphoma,
A.N.A. for lupus,

radioimmunoassay for drugs,

and you test for
whatever you thought it was.

I've got a date
with the pharmacist.

That's already done, and--

Come on!
Come on, come on, come on.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

You know, there are other ways
to manage pain.

Like what? Laughter?

Meditation? Got a guy
that can fix my third chakra?

You're addicted.

If the pills ran my life, I'd agree with you,
but it's my leg that's busy
calendaring what I can't do.

You're in denial.

Right. I never had an infarction in my leg.
No dead muscle, no nerve damage.

Doesn't even hurt.
Actually, it kinda tickles.

And chicks dig this...

better than a puppy.

It's not just your leg.
You wanna get high.

You're doing, what,
80 milligrams a day?

No. That's way too much.

Moderation is the key.
Unless there's pain.

It's double what you were
taking when I hired you.

'Cause you're twice as annoying.

I can't always be here
to protect you.

Patients talk.
Doctors talk.

About how big
your ass has gotten lately?
Not me. I defend it.

You got back.

You can't go a week
without the drugs.
No, I don't wanna go without the drugs.

It'll hurt.
No, you can't.

If you're just getting off
pain medication, it will hurt.

You won't be having a great time,
but you'll make it.

If you're detoxing,
you'll have chills, nausea.

Your pain
will magnify five, ten times.

You won't make it.
Well, I guess we'll never know.

I'll give you a week off clinic duty
if you can go a week without narcotics.

No way.
I love the clinic.

You love the pills.
Two weeks.

The pills don't make me high.
They make me neutral.
A month.

You're on, mister.

Drugs could cause this?
Cocaine and meth are very hard
on the blood system.

Has he had
any erratic behavior?
No, but--

She was in rehab in
the ninth grade.

She's supposedly
clean now, but--
She obviously cares for him.

Yeah, what she cared about
was the car.

Anniversary present for my wife.

We drove it up north
to watch the leaves change.

She was dead a year later.

Cancer.
I'm sorry.

Mr. Foster,
we're gonna test Keith for drugs.

I-- I don't do drugs.

It's not that
we don't trust you, but--

His hair will tell us any drugs
he's taken over the past 60 days.

It's kind of like
rings on a tree.

Negative.

- Have you been sick?
- No, nothing.

- Have you been out of the country?
- We went to China,
but we got all our shots before we left.

It could be an infection.

We're going to give him
a gallium scan just to be safe.

We inject a radioactive isotope
into his bloodstream,

and we check to see if there's
inflammation anywhere in the body.

Has he ever complained
of any joint pain?

Sensitivity to light?
Rashes?

- No, no. Nothing.
- Any relatives who've ever
been diagnosed with lupus?

I don't even know what that is.

In simple terms,
the body becomes allergic to itself.

The immune system attacks
healthy cells in the circulatory system
and destroys them.

Would it be treatable?

It can be manageable.

We can test for the antibodies.

Ninety-five percent of patients
with lupus have positive A.N.A.

Not cloudy.
Negative.

What about bruising?
Never complained of tenderness
under his arms or his groin?

I'm not sure he'd tell me if he did.

I guess I don't really know
what's going on in his life.

- He's a teenager.
- Yeah.

What type of cancer
did your wife have?

Pancreatic.

It's his lymph nodes
we're concerned about.

We're going to do a biopsy
to check for lymphoma.

Can you feel this?
No.

Good.

I have cancer, don't I?

We're just testing.

That's what they told my mom.

Definitely not cancer.

- Nothing?
- Nothing.

Negative for drugs.
A.N.A. was negative.
Gallium scan was clear.

Yeah, I got that from the "nothing".

- Where's his hematocrit?
- Thirteen.

Drops any lower, he's not gonna
have enough red blood cells
to bring oxygen to his body.

He'll suffocate with his lungs
working perfectly.
You okay?

Excuse me, someone?
Help. Please!

Polite for a dying kid.

How long has it been?

I'm fine.

- There's something in my eye.
Up at the top.
- Which eye?

This one.
What's happening?

It's all right.
Just look down for me.

It's clear.
There's nothing in it.

- It's getting worse.
- Is it fuzzy or--

No, it's dark.

I can't see.

It's a retinal clot in the left eye.

Coumadin would dissolve the clot,
fix his eyesight.

You can't use blood thinners.
He's got internal bleeding.

Fix the eye,
you'd kill everything else.
Surgery's out for the same reason.

We have two hours to figure this out.
Either we restore the blood flow,
or he loses the eye.

Forget the eye.
Tell him to use the other one
to look on the bright side.

The clot tells us something.

Could help us figure out what he has,
which could mean he gets to live.

Differential diagnosis, people.

How does internal bleeding
suddenly start clotting?

It makes no sense.
They're opposing processes.

It can happen in lupus.
Increased platelet count
can cause blood clots.

A.N.A. was negative.
It's not lupus.

This is true.
But why are you the one saying it?

What are you doing here?
I thought we'd ruled out cancer.

I was lonely.

Well, go see Cuddy.
She needs a friend.

That's funny.
She said you might need one.

That's why you're here.
She wants you to keep an eye on me.
Make sure I don't cheat.

No, I wanted to make sure you don't
start firing shots from the clock tower.

I'm fine--

What's going on?

He hasn't had Vicodin
in over a day.

- Does your leg hurt?
- You ever been shot?

There's gonna be side effects.
Insomnia, depression, tachycardia.

Withdrawal symptoms.
Not applicable.

The only side effects
I'm gonna have are some pain
and 30 days of freedom.

Am I the only one who's
concerned about a dying kid?

If it's not lupus, what else?

Most likely candidate
for throwing a clot
is infection or cancer.

Checked the biopsy twice.
It's not cancer.

It's not an infection.
Gallium scan didn't reveal anything.

Okay.
What hides from a Gallium scan?

Cardiac.
Right.

Clot flicks off, travels through the arteries,
then gets backed up in the eye.

I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention.
What happened?

It's an infection in his heart.

Great.

Echocardiogram for the heart
and I.V. antibiotics for the infection, stat.

Is it my birthday?

I'm not lonely.
My leg hurts.

- She's a real masseuse.
- She's $500 an hour, minimum.

She's hot, so she's a hooker?
What kind of pathetic logic is that?

The envious, jealous,
I-never-got-any-in-high-school
kind of logic. Hello!

She's a legitimate masseuse.

Come on.

God! She's beautiful.

Because she's beautiful, I should do it?
What kind of pathetic logic is that?

The envious, jealous,
I'm-married-and-I-can't-do-anything
logic. Hello.

Hi. Uh, listen,
I'm sure you're really good at
whatever it is you do, but--

D?me su mano.
Huh?

- Hey, no, no. Let go of my hand.
- She doesn't speak English.

Shh.

Ow!

Ow-- Ahh.

Ahh.

Oh, my God.

Bueno.

Take off your clothes.

Not a fan of the Stroganoff?

I'm not hungry.
Well, the antibiotics
can cause nausea.

So can the food.

Shouldn't you
be looking at my eye?

The blood clot
isn't life-threatening.

We're focusing on figuring out
the cause of your problems.

So the-- So the blindness
will be permanent, won't it?

Thank you.
Bye.

I had a massage.

Looks like you had a masseuse.
Help the pain?

I'm fine.
I know.

Kid's echo was normal.
No signs of any vegetations
on heart valves.

Never met a diagnostic study
I couldn't refute.

And the antibiotics
aren't doing anything.

So double the dosage.
70 milligrams.

That'll box his kidneys
for sure.

Oh, you're right.
Save the kidney.

The guy we transplant it into
will be grateful.

Also, I have an idea
for his eye.
Nothing we can do about his eye.

He's got a clot in the retina--
Put it in a memo.

If we remove some of the liquid
from the eye itself,
the vitreous humour,

it might make some extra room
around the retinal artery.

If the artery expands,
the clot might move on its own.
That's very creative.

Why didn't you mention this
before?

I didn't think of it before.

You should've.

This is going to hurt.

Your eye is numb.
You'll only feel pressure.

Give it a minute.

I can see.

I can see you.

I heard.
Congratulations.

Don't. I haven't
brushed my teeth in two days.

I'm so scared
they're not gonna find out
what's wrong with you.

No biggie.
I'm fine.

I feel so bad about all this.
It's all my fault.

No. No, it's not.

But your father-- he hates me.

He's just pissed about his car.

Help! Help! Help!

What's wrong?

A.S.T. is 859.
We're getting him to the I.C.U.

A.L.T. and G.G.T. are in the tank.
Our antibiotics--

Would not have caused this.
She must have given him drugs!

- I wouldn't do that!
- It's not drugs!

His liver is shutting down.
What?

What does that mean?
It means he's all better.
He's ready to go home.

What?
What do you think it means?

You can't live without a liver.
He's dying.

What is your problem?
Bum leg.
What's yours?

Hey, we don't have time for this.
Let's go.

His son's dying,
and you're mocking him?

It was a dumb question.

No, it wasn't.

You're right. It wasn't.

Is proving Cuddy wrong
worth all this?

- You know, House shouldn't even be here.
- Because he said something inappropriate?

If we sent him home
every time he did that,
we wouldn't need this office.

- He's in pain.
- What does the man
have to do to piss you off?

- He's been without pain relief
for over 70 hours.
- Exactly!

He's detoxing.
Can't you see
he's out of his mind?

That's what they said about Manson.

Do you wanna continue
talking about me,

or should we discuss
what the liver damage tells us?

I was born in a log cabin in Illinois--

Hemolytic anemia
doesn't cause liver damage.

Add the fact he's coughing blood,

you've got three of the indicators
of organ-threatening lupus.

It's moving too fast.

Could be hepatitis "E".

There's only been one case of hep "E"
originating in the U.S. since--

His history says he's been
in and out of the country
four times in the last year.

You really think he's got hep "E"?

No.
I think lupus is way more likely.

All right, then let's start him
on I.V. cytoxan and plasmapheresis.

No, we should rule out hep "E".

You just said it wasn't hep "E".

I said lupus is way more likely,
but if we treat for lupus
and it is hep "E"--

He's toast.
Exactly.

But there isn't a treatment
for hepatitis "E".

Either he'll get better on his own
or he'll continue to deteriorate.

Yeah. I went to medical school too.

Start him on solumedrol.

- If he's got hep "E",
that's only gonna make him worse.
- Not as much.

It's Goldilocks, people.

Won't hurt him so much
that it'll kill him, and it won't hurt him
so little that we can't tell.

It'll hurt him... just right.

And if it does nothing--

We'll know it's not hep "E"
and can start treating for lupus.

Now watch me do it
while drinking a glass of water.

What do we tell the dad?
"We think your kid has lupus,
so we're gonna treat him for hepatitis 'E'.

And, oh, yeah, if it really is hep 'E',
we're not actually giving him
hep 'E' medication.

So it's gonna make him worse,
not better."
Think he'll go for that?

- So you want us to lie?
- No.

- I want you to lie.
- Why me?

Because he trusts you.

- This is a mistake.
- This is a lawsuit.

Hep "E" is possible.

House always pulls these stunts,
and he's right more often--

He's delaying treatment because
of a one-in-a-million chance that
even he doesn't think is the problem.

I don't wanna lie to him.
Then don't.

And get fired?
Oh, like he's gonna fire you.
He loves you.

I've gotta do something.

- Kid needs treatment.
- Treat him for lupus.

That will get you fired.

You really think House
is losing it?

Yeah.

He's fine.
He knows what he's doing.

Okay.

We're recommending
a drug called solumedrol.

For hepatitis?
Did that show up
on his blood tests?

The tests
are never 100% accurate.

Well, then all the other tests
could be wrong too.

This could still be an infection
or cancer.
Um--

They don't fit any of
the most recent symptoms.

Well, what, just hepatitis does?

I know, I know, I know--
you can never be sure.

When Wendy was in the hospital,

a doctor told us
there was this aggressive
experimental treatment...

which might extend her life
by two or three years.

Well, we figured if there was any hope
at all that we could have her with us
a little while longer, it'd be worth it.

Three weeks later, she was gone.

I don't think it's hepatitis.

I think your son has lupus.

I think it's broken.

What did you do?

Accidentally
closed the car door on it.

No.
Door would've broken the skin.

This looks like something
hard and smooth smashed it.

I want my lawyer.

The brain has
a gating mechanism for pain.

Registers the most severe injury
and blocks out the others.

Did it work?
Well, my hand hurts like hell.

Yeah. I feel much better.
Huh.

Don't splint it.

I want to be able to
bang it against the wall if I need to
administer another dose.

Just tape it up.

Why did you tell Cameron
to lie to Mr. Foster?

Make it tight.
Answer me.

Nothing I can say
is gonna change how you feel,

and nothing can come out of
your reaction that is gonna change
what I plan to do,

so I prefer to say nothing.

So that was just you
saying nothing.

Uh-huh.

- The guy is furious.
- And scared.

So what are you gonna do?
The father's insisting
on the lupus treatment.

Yeah, Cameron told me,
and I told her to tell him no.

Well, you can't just sit back
and let the kid die.

Neither can the father.
So that's your plan?

You're gonna play chicken
with the kid's life?

Well, he's the dad.
I should win easily.

Take the week off.

Why, 'cause I lied to a patient?

I take risks.
Sometimes patients die.

But not taking risks
causes more patients to die,

so I guess my biggest problem is
I've been cursed
with the ability to do the math.

I told him that we wouldn't
treat him for the lupus until--

- What'd he say?
- He said he wanted to transfer Keith
to another hospital.

He's not stable enough.
He'd never make it through the door.
That's what I told him.

And that's when he caved.

Yeah.
He agreed to do it your way.

Two plus two equals four.

If it is hepatitis "E",
we should see a marked decline
in liver function tests within the hour.

Why bother explaining it to me?
It's not like I have any choice
in the matter.

If there's no hep "E",
we'll start treatment for lupus immediately.

Ouch.

- Keith? What's wrong?
- What's happening?

No, get off.

Keith, it's Dr. Chase.
Where does it hurt?
Jules, no!

- He's hallucinating.
- Is this from the medicine?

- We haven't started the medicine.
- Keith, you're in the hospital.
Keith, there's nothing on you.

- Hey. Hey. Keith.
- Keith! Keith! Keith!

Hey. You okay, buddy?

Um, I think I wet the bed.

Oh--
Don't worry about it.
It's fine. Let's get you up.

- Oh, God!
- He's had a major bleed.

- Bright red blood per rectum.
- I didn't-- I didn't mean to. I'm sorry.

He's going into
hypovolemic shock.

- Pressure's 60, heart rate's 140.
- We need an angiography, stat!

Angiography revealed
major upper and lower G.I. bleeding,

severe hemodynamic
compromise and liver failure.

He's also hallucinating.
Thinks he's being tortured by
someone named Jules.

Hallucinations
are a symptom of psychosis,

which is the fourth
diagnostic criterion.

It's official. This is lupus.

Who's Jules?

Any mention of her
in the medical history?

It doesn't matter
what he's hallucinating about,
it matters why! It's lupus.

Well, there's no need
to get snippy.

This kind of lupus takes years
to get to this point.

It's been a week.
Yeah.

And a 16-year-old kid
shouldn't have hemolytic anemia
or be bleeding out of every orifice, but he is.

We had an opportunity to treat this.
Instead, we diddled around
with hepatitis "E", and now it's too late.

He needs a new liver.
We screwed up.

You're saying I screwed up.

- Yes.
- Then why don't you just say that?

- You gonna blame this on her?
- Did you agree with my recommendation
to treat for hep "E"?

- No, I didn't.
- And she made herself quite clear.

- And then she went and lied to the father.
That's why you're angry.
- Yeah. I trusted you.

You always trust me.
That's a big mistake.

Lupus is a bad diagnosis.

- It's the best diagnosis we've got.
- That doesn't make it good.

No. It just makes it
this kid's only chance to live.

Put him on the transplant list.

And make sure Cuddy knows.

See if she can do anything
to get him close to the top.

Cafeteria.

Stay away from the sushi.

And what happened to your hand?

Got stuck in a drawer.

Yeah, right.
You're going through withdrawal.

No, I am going through pain.

Pain causes nausea.

I took this job to work with you,
not cover your ass.

Your Vicodin.

And your solution
is to give me drugs.

That's interesting.
No.

Now I'm covering my ass.

Take your pills
before you kill this kid.

Lupus is normally treated
with medication.

But in Keith's case,
the disease is too advanced.

Because you lied.
Because House wanted to
play games with my son's life.

There's no way to really tell what
progression the disease may have taken--
You're right.

And I'm sorry.

So what do we do?

He needs a new liver.

There are over 15,000 patients
on the transplant list.

But how many
are about to bleed to death
unless they get a new liver?

In Jersey? I'd say, uh, 20.

Two thousand patients die each year
because a donor liver can't be found.
That's almost five a day.

So he's screwed.

I'll see what I can do.

- Could I donate part of my liver?
- Sorry. You're a different blood type.

So we just wait?
I'm afraid so.

And hope for someone to die.

Who's Jules?

Dr. House, you should
get back to your office--
Jules.

- There's no Jules in the history.
- It was a hallucination.

Of what?
Our cat.

Does this matter?
No. I'm sorry.

We'll continue the transfusions and
the treatment for the anemia and liver failure
while we're waiting for a donor.

- How long can he wait?
- Not long.

- I don't think this is lupus.
- It's lupus. Come on, let's just go--

Your fourth diagnostic criterion
for lupus is psychosis.

This is just a kid
missing his cat.

He was being attacked by an animal
that wasn't in the room.

That's psychosis.
There's a difference between
psychosis and hallucination.

So if he was imagining a fake cat,
it'd be lupus, but since it
was a real cat, it's not?

- Take your damn pills.
- Psychosis requires--

There is no cat.

Jules is dead.

You have a dead family pet
and you never mentioned it?

Nice family history.

Family history's
asking about family members,
meaning people related to the patient.

How did the cat die?
Can you get him outta here?

- Dr. House, come on, let's--
- What happened to the cat?

Old age.

- She was 15 years old.
- When?

About a month ago.

- Does this have anything to do with--
- Where'd she sleep?

With Keith.
This is not a cat allergy.

And it's not lupus.

Where is Jules?

Four years of college,

four at med school,

two years of residency,

another four
of subspecialty training,
and where do I end up?

Talking instead of digging.

Come on.
The ground's frozen solid.

What's that?

Out of the way!

We have the liver.
Prep O.R. four.

All right, Keith,
start counting backward from ten.

Ten,

nine,

eight--

Scalpel.

Stop the gases.

What the hell are you doing,
House?

Saving a 16-year-old kid from a lifetime
of immunosuppressant drugs
and a very nasty scar.

This kid doesn't have
lupoid hepatitis.

He has acute naphthalene toxicity.

Naphthalene?
Y-Y-You're talking about mothballs.

Nope. Termites.

They create naphthalene
to protect their nests,

which I'm assuming is rather large
and inside all four walls of his bedroom at home.

And your assumption
is based on what?

The autopsy I just conducted
on his pet cat.

- Call Cuddy. And Security.
- You are not removing that kid's liver.

Now!

Have you completely lost your mind?

No, but I have been feeling
a little sick lately.

Ah-choo!

There's no way
we can do this surgery now.
Ya think?

You've already cost him his liver.
Don't kill him too.

Why are you so eager
to cut into a healthy kid?

Healthy? He's in the toilet.
He just needs
some chicken soup.

- I'm telling Hourani to re-scrub.
We're doing this transplant.
- No, you're not.

You said it. If Keith's symptoms had
an environmental cause, they would have
disappeared as soon as he got here.

They've only gotten worse.

If the food here wasn't
one step below Riker's Island,
he would've gotten better.

- He's lost 14 pounds--
- Sure. This is nothing but a dietary thing.

Naphthalene is a gas,
a fat-soluble gas.

Kid breathes it in,
it gets stored in his fat cells.

Outside the hospital, his body
burned protein and carbs for energy.

And the naphthalene
stayed in fat.

But once the car accident
put him in the hospital
and he started losing weight,

his body had to get its energy
somewhere else.

It started to burn fat.

The floodgates opened.

The poison poured into his system.

So getting away from the poison
is what poisoned him?

Getting away from his dad's meat loaf
is what's killing him.

You wanna explain to me
why you stopped the surgery?

Oh, my God!
My God.

- I want him locked up!
- Hey!

Take it easy.

Your cat did not die of old age.

It died of massive internal bleeding
and acute liver failure...

caused by naphthalene poisoning.

The exact same thing
your son has.

You lie to me,
you mess up my son's surgery,
and now you expect me to trust you?

Give me 24 hours.
We'll pump your son full of calories--

- That liver is going to somebody right now.
- We're doing that surgery.

You do the surgery,
you'll be killing a mother of four.

Father of three.

- I was guessing.
- Like you are now?

Naphthalene poisoning
is the best explanation we have
for what's wrong with your son.

It explains the internal bleeding,
the hemolytic anemia,
the liver failure.

It also predicts what'll happen next.

If you do the surgery,
he's gonna lay on that table
for 14 hours...

while his body continues to burn fat
and release poison into his system.

Either way, I did you a favor.

He's awake now.
You've got a chance to say good-bye.

I think you should trust Dr. House.

Give the liver to the other guy.

Watch out.

I.N.R.'s down
and his red count is climbing.

Means you made the right call.

His liver is healing.
He's gonna be just fine.

You made it a week.

And won my prize.

Congratulations.
Cuddy's a sucker.

I would've done it
for two weeks off.

Yeah, it was a piece of cake.

You learn anything?

Yeah.

I'm an addict.

Uh--

Okay.

I'm not stopping.

There are programs.

Cuddy would give you the time.

You could get on a different
pain management regimen.
I don't need to stop.

You just said--

I said I was an addict.
I didn't say I had a problem.

I pay my bills. I make my meals.
I function.

Is that all you want?
You have no relationships.

I don't want any relationships.

- You alienate people.
- I've been alienating people
since I was three.

Oh, come on!
Drop it.

You don't think you've changed
in the last few years?

Well, ofcourse I have.
I've-- I've gotten older,
my hair's got thinner.

Sometimes I'm bored.
Sometimes I'm lonely.
Sometimes I wonder what it all means.

No, I was there.

You are not just a regular guy
who's getting older.

You've changed. You're miserable,
and you're afraid to face yourself.

Ofcourse I've changed!

And everything's the leg?

Nothing's the pills?
They haven't done a thing to you?

They let me do my job.

And they take away my pain.

How'd it go?

He admitted
he's addicted to the narcotics.

Well, admitting you
have a problem is the first--
And he says it's not a problem.

Maybe it's not.

What do I know?

What are you gonna do?
Nothing.
Done enough damage.

Better hope he never finds out
that that was your idea.
He'd never believe it.