House (2004–2012): Season 6, Episode 10 - The Down Low - full transcript

So, I'm thinking 35.

Seems high to me.

Uh-huh. That's a fair price
for quality like this.

I'll give you 30.

(LAUGHS)

What?
I thought you were joking.

Who am I dealing with here, Eddie?
Him or you?

Mickey, relax.

Now, if things move forward with Gorski,
he lets us into Philly,

then maybe
I cut you a break.

You cut me a break now or maybe
you don't get with Gorski.



Marco, I thought we
had an understanding.

Whoa, whoa.

Tommy, don't be stupid.
Put the gun down.

First, he shows you
some respect.

All right, just listen to your boss,
all right, moron?

Shut up.

Just relax, buddy,
all right?

(GUN FIRING)
(EXCLAIMING m PAIN)

(GROANING)

What the hell
are you thinking?

I didn't shoot him.

Sure? Look at him,
face down in the pavement.

I nailed myself
in the foot!

I don't think he's hit.



Then what happened?

Let's get out of here.

Come on, Mickey, wake up.
Mickey! Wake up!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

We almost done here?

Assuming you did this
shaving your forehead.

OK, then.
I'm ordering a head CT.

No, I don't
have a headache,

I'm not dizzy.
Eddie, I gotta get back.

You gotta stay here.

We'll straighten out that mess
with Marco tomorrow.

Let the doc do his job.

Actually, stitching you up
is really the ER doc's job.

Yeah. Too long of a wait.

Yeah. Also, a lot
of cops in the ER.

Not that you'd
care about that.

So, how did this happen?

Yeah, you're right.
It's a stupid question

cos the answer's
kind of obvious.

No scrapes on your hands means
you didn't try to break your fall,

means you were
either out cold

or totally disoriented
when you went down.

No sign of trauma,
other than the cut,

means no one hit you
in the head.

Powder burn on your jacket sleeve
means someone shot a gun.

All right, Eddie.
Come on, let's go.

I don't care what
you guys are into.

If you don't get this checked out,
it'll happen again.

What will?

This.
(LOUD BANG)

Cool.

Thirty two year-old man recently
developed loud-noise-induced vertigo.

CT was clean, no internal bleeding,
no edema.

Everything else is in the file.

Cameron get your hair
in the divorce?

This guy strained his back
three years ago

and that's it.

All the rest of
these pages are blank.

HOUSE: Yes, he won't
tell us anything.

Understandable,
since he's a drug dealer.

So he's dangerous
and withholding,

which you find
irresistible.

But guys like that,
they never call.

CHASE: He actually said
he was a drug dealer?

Not out loud.

But he was wearing a solid-gold
Patek Philippe,

his friend had a Rolex, but
their phones were prepaid burners,

so they can toss them
as soon as they're done.

FOREMAN: It doesn't matter if
he's a drug dealer or not.

Noise-induced vertigo
means ear or brain.

Head CT was clean, so
I'm thinking acoustic neuroma.

We need to do an ABR
to test his hearing.

Acoustic neuroma fits, so does
lidocaine toxicity or benzocaine,

depends what he's
cutting the coke with.

So now he's not just a drug dealer,
he's a cocaine dealer.

He seemed peppy-

You test his ears,
I'm gonna go test his cocaine.

You think this guy is
just gonna hand over

a briefcase full of illegal drugs
because you ask nicely?

I hope not.

(NORA LAUGHS)

So, the best coffee's
at Geena's

and the best pizza
is at Gino's.

Yeah, and don't
mix those up,

cos the coffee at Gino's
could kill you. (LAUGHS)

And how's the dry cleaner
on the corner?

Go two blocks over to EcoClean,
the one on the corner

used to shred all
my boyfriend's shirts.

Good to know.

In retrospect, I should
really thank those cleaners.

We broke up.
This is my stop.

So if you have
any more questions

about the neighborhood,
I'm your girl.

Uh, favorite sushi place?

Maybe we could
get dinner sometime.

Sure, if you promise to bring

that good-looking guy
with the cane.

You mean House?

Your boyfriend's name
is House?

He's not my boyfriend.

Oh.

I'm sorry. What do
you call each other?

Husband?
Partner? Lover?

We're not gay.

Seriously?

You're going to hear
a series of clicks and hisses.

The sensors measure electronic
activity to your auditory nerve.

How long is this gonna take?

An hour, maybe
an hour-and-a-half.

Or you could walk away
with a tumor in your ear.

Guy's probably late
to a stabbing.

Impedances look good,

starting at 13 clicks per second
at 50 decibels.

Check this out.

Thirteen's middle name
is Beauregard?

Wave 3 latency is 3.8.

Slightly delayed,
but nothing significant.

That's what
sticks out to you?

House is clearly screwing with us.
It's a fake pay stub.

Looks real to me.

There's no way
she makes that much money.

I make that much money.

And apparently, you don't.

I need the drugs.

We're in textiles.

(YELLS) I need the drugs!

Hmm.

Works for Jack Bauer.

Is this really necessary?

The chairs in the hall
are way more comfortable.

But way less
genre-appropriate.

OK, here's the deal.
I need information.

You have reasons not to
give me that information.

So either I can
force it out of you...

...or I can't.

I wish I could tell you.

OK. Well,
let's work with that.

Forget the drugs,
let's talk about textiles.

What's your major product?

Is it H? And by that
I mean hosiery.

We deal more
with culottes.

Is that with
a llcll a IIKII?

"C." Nobody wants K
any more.

Does your friend
cut the fabric?

No, he's a sales guy.

Well, he must cut a culotte
here and there.

No one touches
the culottes.

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

Sorry. Can I talk
to you for a second?

I'm interrogating a suspect.
Make it quick.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Everyone in our building
thinks we're gay.

We're grown men, over the age of 30,
who moved in together.

We're two tigers away
from an act in Vegas.

They'll figure out
we're straight, eventually.

"Eventually" is not when I wanna
go out with the cute girl in 3B.

Any chance I could get
some water over here?

If only there was
some way

to communicate that
information to her,

perhaps using,
I don't know, sounds.

If only the larynx
was capable of...

She didn't believe me.
She sidestepped my dinner invite.

HOUSE: And a woman would only
reject you because she's worried

you might not be
interested in her.

We were chatting, having fun,
there was definitely a spark.

When she thought
you were gay.

You sure your friend
isn't secretly trying...

What is a culotte,
anyway?

They're pants that
hang like a skirt.

Just"

Mickey hates the stuff.

He's one of
the few guys I trust

to watch
the product overnight.

They took him away
an hour ago.

You think he's OK?

It's an ear test.
I'm pretty sure he'll live.

(MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY)

Pupils are constricted.
Pulse is bounding.

Airway's clear.
We need a crash cart in here.

TAUB: It's blood pressure.

We need to get it down
before he strokes out.

At least we know his ears are OK.

We put the patient
on vasodilators,

got his hypertension
under control.

He got worse
here at the hospital,

means thug life probably
isn't what's making him sick.

Which means we can stop
The Bloodhound Gang routine

and go back to being doctors.

But we're doctors all the time.
It's so boring.

Fine.
Could be sick sinus syndrome.

No chest pain,
shortness of breath.

Brain aneurysm secondary
to polycystic kidney disease?

Normal urinalysis, kidneys impalpable.
Is that a new watch?

I thought I'd give
myself a little treat.

What if it's not his brain,
but it's on the way to his brain?

Carotid stenosis.

Get an ultrasound
of his carotids,

see if his arteries
are clogged.

(CLEARS THROAT)
How much money do you make?

I want a raise.

And I will be happy
to talk about that

at your next review,
in August.

I know that you're
paying me less

than everyone else
on the team.

I can't discuss other people's salaries.
You know that.

Now they know I make less,
they'll never respect me.

And who told them
how much you make?

It's not fair for me to make less
than the people I supervise.

Salary isn't about fairness.

It's about what you can leverage
in a negotiation,

which isn't much without
a competing offer on the table.

And we both know
you don't have one.

(ELECTRONIC FEEDBACK)

Ultrasound showed
no narrowing or obstruction

in the patient's carotid.

Not that he's worried,
keeps asking when he can leave.

MICKEY: A place in
the business of healing people,

think they'd have better chicken soup.

You bugged his room?

Patient sleeps in the building
where they keep their stash.

Eventually, he'll say something
that gives away where that is.

Then we'll find out
what's making him sick.

But we ruled out environmental causes.

You ruled out environmental causes.

TAUB: And you pretended to agree

just so we'd take him out of his room
so you could plant the bug.

Carotid stenosis
was a decent idea.

But an even
decent-er idea is that

he's got toxins stored
in his fat cells.

Every calorie he burns
makes him sicker.

If we're going
with toxic exposure,

we should just start testing for
the most likely suspects.

Bug's a better idea than
blindly running tests for days.

(LOUD FEEDBACK)

Tell him it'll take weeks.

It'll be faster.

What do you mean, weeks?

These tests take time,
there are a lot of possibilities.

I can't sit here
this long.

I got things
I gotta take care of.

If you're worried about
all the poor schoolchildren

going without their drugs,

I'm sure someone...
I want to be discharged.

I'll get the forms.

CHASE: This is ridiculous.

Beats sitting in a lab all day.

In the lab,
there is significantly

less chance of
getting killed.

You're too close,
slow down.

We're in a car in broad daylight,
what's gonna happen?

You think he doesn't have a gun
in that car?

That he'll use to shoot doctors?

Just... back off.

(EXHALES)

Hey, well played with the watch,
by the way.

Borrowed it from a friend.

How much longer are we gonna
keep lying to him?

Until it's no longer fun.

We all thought he needed to be
taken down a few notches.

So, we're just having fun,
not getting even?

Oh, crap.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

He's gonna get away.

(SIREN WAILING)

(SNORTS)

Shut up.

3B. You're Nora, right?

My roommate tells me
you're the one to thank

for all the tips about the neighborhood.
Greg.

Nice to meet you.

I hear you thought
that Wilson and I

liked to polish
each other's swords.

And by swords, I mean pistols.

Of course
he told you about that.

Don't worry. Actually, I'm surprised
that it doesn't happen more often.

We're both straight.

Oh, my God,
that is beautiful.

We finally have the room
to display it the way it deserves.

Would you help me
get this upstairs?

Absolutely.

Nice shoes, by the way.
Louboufins?

Did you talk to Cuddy?

Shot me down.

So, what are you
going to do now?

I'll wait for
my review in August.

Oh.

What?

Nothing. That's what I would do.
But I'm a coward.

(PAGER BEEPS)

His friend brought him in
15 minutes ago.

Temp's 105,
pulse is weak and thready.

He's not making
any sense.

It's too much money,
Eddie.

That wasn't the deal.
That wasn't the deal.

Is he gonna be OK?

Eddie!

TAUB: We gave him anti-pyretics
and soft steroids

to reduce the fever and prevent organ
damage. He's no longer delirious.

Patient went out,
came back worse than before.

Points us back to environmental.

No, it doesn't. Where's Foreman?
He had a meeting with Cuddy.

THIRTEEN: What do you mean, no?

We screwed up the tail,
my car was impounded.

True, amusing, and irrelevant.

Foreman fall for
the pay check thing?

Yeah.

Mazel tov.
Should be fun to watch.

You're off environmental?

Wherever he went,
it wasn't for long enough.

Add in the fever
and infection's way more likely.

And if it is an infection,

his symptoms suggest it's moved to
his brain, which means...

We'll do a lumbar puncture.

Next time you're tailing someone,
take two cars.

You knew we were
following you?

(LAUGHS)

I'm sorry, had to lose you.

I had business
to take care of.

Right, because
you're a businessman.

You know how many junkies
come into the ER

every week with
their brains melting?

I bet there's more drunks
with their livers giving out,

but a liquor store owner
laying on this table,

I'm guessing
he doesn't get attitude.

(GROANING)

I hit bone.

His old back injury
must have flattened out his discs.

Sorry, but I've got
to try this again.

Are you OK?
Yeah.

An adult wants
to get wasted,

why is it anybody's business
what substance they use?

Because some of those substances
are against the law.

So your problem isn't
that it's immoral,

your problem is
that it's illegal.

I got the same problem.

TAUB: I'm in.

(EXHALES)

Look at his heart rate.

It's normal.
I know.

I ran into Nora
this morning.

She told me about your
Evita listening party.

The London and New York recordings
are so different.

You were supposed to tell her
that we're straight.

She didn't believe me either.

You're doing this
to mess with me.

Correction. I started doing this
to mess with you.

Now I'm honestly
trying to hit that.

By pretending you're gay and
in a relationship with me?

We're in a relationship,
but we're really unhappy.

Communication's
never been easy for us,

probably because
we're so closeted.

I got it all figured out.

Nora and I spend the next few weeks
hanging out,

become best girlfriends,
I confide in her about our issues.

I can't decide if this plan is
more despicable or illogical.

Then one night, we get drunk,

backrub turns into a front rub,
and the next morning,

"I've never felt this way
about a woman before."

That's quite a commitment you've made

to jumping the girl
I'd like to date.

I'd like to date her.

In the sense that I'd like to
jump her repeatedly.

I saw her first.

Seriously?
You're invoking the Guy Code?

We're guys. It's a code.

You're only bringing this up
cos you know you're gonna lose.

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

It's not an infection,

but it might be
an autonomic nerve disorder.

The hair's still bumping me.

Did you get it cut because
you're ready for the next chapter or...

We stuck a needle into
his spinal bodies, twice,

his heart rate stayed normal.

If we add that to
his other symptoms...

That would be a mistake.

She's never gonna fall for it.

Well, you've got nothing to
worry about, sweetie.

You're a wuss.

Say that when I'm better.

What, are you gonna beat me up?
That sounds stressful.

Maybe you should pop
one of your beta-blockers first.

You have a heart problem?

Medically, no.
He would've told us about that.

Metaphorically...

It's an effect from
operating outside of the law.

Sometimes,
I have to do bad things,

and not always
to bad people.

Last few months,
that hasn't been so easy.

A guy got me the pills,
and they control the stress.

Look, don't say
anything to Eddie, all right?

Last thing I need is the guys thinking
that I've gone soft.

When was your last pill
before we originally admitted you?

Um... The night before.

Then we stuck you in here and you
went into beta-blocker withdrawal.

That's what caused
the hypertension.

When he got out of here,
he took another pill,

and the hypertension went away,
means it was never a symptom.

We take that off the table,
we've got vertigo, fever...

Stress. He's been in this game
for a while,

either he grew a conscience
over the last few months,

or he's producing
excess adrenaline.

Pheochromocytoma.
What?

It's Greek for,
"You'll be back doing bad things

to good people in no time."

MRI his adrenal glands.
You're OK with that, right?

You're not gonna put
a pillow over his face?

(LAUGHS)

Oh, great,
the cable guy came.

Hello.

Hi, James.
We've got some Kung Pao left.

Oh, God. Right there.

We're having a picnic. With wine.

I'll pour you a glass.

He doesn't drink.

Oh. More for us then.

Well, I think I might...

...have a little Kung Pao.

How did it go with Cuddy?

She told me
I needed leverage,

so I told her
about an offer I had

to help run the neuro department
at Mercy.

Wow.

Are you really
gonna take the job?

There is no other job.

I bluffed, she called it.

I'm not gonna beg
to be underpaid.

I'm leaving when
this case is over.

House is lying to you.

I know. And so are you.

It's 2010. I mean, nobody cares
if you're gay any more.

You don't have to
be in the closet.

I'm not. Look around you.

Does this really look like a place
gay men live?

Apart from the poster.

Those stools are
our only furniture.

There are no
window treatments.

My ex-boyfriend didn't even know
what window treatments were.

Is that Greg's Carpenters album,
or yours?

Look, House hates musicals
and fashion and meringue.

This whole thing is an act
designed to earn your trust...

...in order to sleep with you.

I get it.
Finally.

You're jealous.

If you want to spend more time
with Greg, you should just tell him.

FOREMAN: You were wrong.

MRI revealed no sign
of a pheochromocytoma,

which means Mickey's stress
is just stress.

Back to vertigo and fever.

Environmental is at the top of
our list of suspects.

We're trying to narrow down
possibilities.

That doesn't respond to
manual stimulation.

Maybe if you took off
your shirt...

Actually, I've resorted to
something more exotic.

I call it reading the instructions.

Turns out, if you screw the antennae
into the wrong sockets,

it doesn't actually work.

We lost Mickey just
outside of Trenton.

(FEEDBACK SQUEALS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

It's supposed to search
for an open frequency.

Most buildings there were built
between 1920 and 1940.

We compiled a list of toxins
most common...

There's got to be at least
one open frequency.

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

I need a few minutes
with your friend.

Or stay if you want.

Rectal exam.

I'll check out
the cafeteria.

Why the beta-blockers?

What do you mean?

Valium or Xanax
actually reduce stress.

Beta-blockers just control
the symptoms of stress...

Whoa.

...keep the heart from racing,
hands from shaking,

and all those
stage fright issues.

That's why some people
take them when they... perform.

What the hell is that?

This is my bug.

And this...

This...

This is yours.

You bugged your own room?
Are you an informant?

An informant would've
sold his pals out to us

at the first sign
of a sniffle.

This guy is a cop.

FOREMAN: I don't see
how this is relevant.

In the land of No Fun, you got
a really sensible piece of property.

Give him a break.

Knowing this guy's
an undercover cop

doesn't get us
any closer to curing him.

Good point.
You know what they say,

information is
not power. Wait.

You're saying we should use
the cop thing to force him to talk.

Force? I'm talking about
the womanly art of persuasion.

I said womanly.

THIRTEEN: If you won't talk
to us, we'll find someone who will.

I mean, you must have a supervisor,
a handler.

Good luck with that.
You don't know my real name.

You don't know if
I'm local or state, FBI, DEA,

but by all means,
get on the phone.

I get it. These guys are lowlifes,
you want them off the street.

(LAUGHING) Look,
they're not just lowlifes.

Eddie killed a snitch
three weeks ago.

Boss's orders.

The boss,
he's one of the biggest

cocaine importers
in the entire state.

And he wants to
expand down to Philly.

Tomorrow night, he and Eddie
are meeting the big fish,

and the cops
are gonna bust it.

But if you guys get caught
poking around there,

the whole thing
gets called off.

That's noble, but you can't
put your life at risk.

I've been undercover
for 16 months.

I haven't seen my wife,
my house, my dog.

I've put far too much
into this,

and I will not let it fail.

So, just...

Just keep me alive
for another 24 hours

and I will tell you
everything you need to know.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hey. Can I come in?

Nurses out here can't keep
their hands off of me.

(CHUCKLING)

Casanova, huh?

You bring me my sandwich?

No, because, guess what,
I don't read minds.

You OK?

(MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(GROANING)

He had a GI infarction
caused by a clot

in his superior
mesenteric artery.

We had to remove
a foot of bowel.

Any more clots keep forming,
he may not last 24 hours.

And the moron
still won't talk.

Bad guy, cool,
good guy, moron?

Pretty much.

Guy's a hero.

He's risking his life
to put these dealers in jail.

Well, I'm sure the dealers

who take their places
will be very grateful.

So, vertigo, fever,
and thrombosis.

We already ruled out
cancer and infection.

He got worse on steroids, which
suggests it's not autoimmune.

So we're stuck
with environmental.

But what kind of
environmentals?

Toxins? Parasites?
Allergens?

We should pick the top 10
possibilities and treat for them.

Except that treating for everything

could kill him faster than
whatever's killing him.

Got a better idea?

Sort of. Chase is right,
our patient's holding out

for noble reasons,
protecting his bust.

Anybody else in
that crew got sick,

I'm guessing they'd be
a little more self-serving.

Thanks.

Surgery went well.
You'll be able to see him soon.

Used to be all about
Ferberizing your kid,

now they're saying
it could mess them up.

(SCOFFS)

Mine's six-and-a-half.

Mickey's getting worse.

(SIGHS)

The clot is
a very bad sign.

We really need you to tell us
where he's been.

(LAUGHS)

I do that,

a very good chance that I could end up
John Doe at the county ME.

Look, Mickey got sick because
he had the most exposure.

Other guys are at risk, too,
you don't want to...

Are you OK?

I feel dizzy.

Are you diabetic?

No.

When was the last time
you were at your office?

Whoa. Did you drug me?
What?

You're trying to make me think
that I'm sick

so I'll take you
to the stash.

Of course not,
but if you are sick...

I don't feel sick,
I feel drugged.

Trust me,
I know the difference.

You didn't even
drink half of it,

you'll be fine
in an hour.

You think Mickey
could die?

It's just a deal.

I'll take you.

You couldn't have
given us a heads up

that he was living
in a dry cleaner?

It's like living
in a vat of poison.

Is that it?
Can we get out of here?

I gotta cover all our bases.

OK, fine, look.
Back there. Hurry up.

What are these? More chemicals?
Not exactly.

If this stuff was the problem,
there'd be a lot more sick people.

(GATE OPENS)

Did you call the cops?

No.

No one's supposed
to be here.

Come here.

I said no kissing.

Eddie, I didn't know
you'd be here.

Look, the deal
was just for you.

This guy wants to watch,
it's an extra 50.

Yeah, private party, man.
I got it covered tonight.

(SIGHS)

Nice.

(GATE CLOSES)

The jealousy
is killing me.

Well, he clearly cares
about you very much.

Why can't he show it
in a normal way?

I'm so tired of all the silence
and the resentment.

I don't know if I can
go back there tonight.

I need some time.

Come stay at my place.

Really?

Mmm-hmm.

It'll be fun,
like a sleepover.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

That would be such a help.
Thank you.

WILSON: House.

What are you doing here?

I'm here because...

Nothing you can say is
going to change anything.

I love this man.

(DINERS MURMUR)

And I am not wasting another moment
of my life denying that.

Gregory House, will you marry me?

Wow.

This is unexpected.

Say yes.

I'm going to go.
No, no, no.

You two obviously have
some talking to do. Excuse me.

How's it coming?

So far, nothing.

Carpet, paint, insulation,
even the gross food in the fridge,

everything's coming up clean.

Leaves the dry-cleaning chemicals.

Should have results
in a few minutes.

Foreman's already started him
on inhaled albuterol.

Chances are this case is over.

We have to tell him.
We can't tell him.

Won't change the fact
that Cuddy let him walk.

It'll just let him know it was
all because of a stupid prank.

(SIGHS)

We have to tell Cuddy.

We confess and beg her to take him
back.

If begging worked, he would have a raise
and we wouldn't be screwed.

Albuterol's not helping,

patient started
coughing blood.

What about adding ipratropium?
That might...

Don't bother.

We assumed this place
was using perchloroethylene.

Turns out, petroleum solvents.

The drug dealers are running
a green dry cleaner.

I hate to
push past the irony,

but our patient's
bleeding into his lungs

and we've got nothing.

The VIQ scan last night
showed a pulmonary aneurysm.

Explains the coughing blood.

Did an embolization
and stopped the bleeding,

but then it started up again this
morning. Three more aneurysms.

These look like mycotic aneurysms,
indicates a fungal infection.

That'd be consistent with his other
symptoms, the vertigo, the fever...

I didn't see any fungus at the location,
and none of the samples...

Looks like somebody
missed something,

which is embarrassing
for somebody.

And the steroids
we gave him would

have suppressed
his immune system.

If that was a fungus,
he'd have 30 aneurysms.

Somebody's got
a good point.

One bleed to four in less than 12 hours
seems like an uptake to me.

We need to start him
on antifungal meds

before he drowns
in his own blood.

Do it.

How long till it
starts working?

Give it a few hours.
I'll be back to check on you.

(COUGHS)

There you go.
Take it easy.

You shouldn't have taken her there,
you imbecile.

They found nothing,

and you could've got
your brains blown out.

I had to do something.
I couldn't just sit and watch and...

(SIGHS)

You're my friend.

Thanks.

You'd do it for me.

(LAUGHS)

Ah!

I should get going.

Got the big man from Philly
coming in tonight.

(COUGHING CONTINUES)

You want me to stay,
I'll stay.

I mean, Jimmie knows
everything that we know.

No.

For the six months
we put in on this,

you gotta be there.

I'll swing by tomorrow.

Hey, Eddie.

Yeah?

I'm sorry.

You know,
that I can't go with you.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

It was all our fault.

We were screwing
with Foreman,

trying to make him think
he made less than we did.

Obviously, things got
out of control.

Someone does something
stupid and insensitive,

I always figure
it was House.

Good to know
it's catching.

Look, there is
no other job.

He was just trying
to get a raise.

Even if you gave him a little
more money, I know he'd stay.

I'm not giving
Foreman a raise

because the three of you
decided to amuse yourselves.

We know.
And that's why we want you

to take it out
of our pay checks.

You two OK with this?

Is there any other option?
We're OK with it.

Foreman is
a good team leader.

He deserves it.

OK, then.

That is what I will do.

And just so you know,

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

I haven't seen Foreman
in three days.

The phrase "Who's your daddy?"
comes to mind.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

You wanna grab
some coffee?

Kind of a bad time.

Sorry.
You told me to drop by,

so this is when
I could make it.

Right. Come in.

This whole thing with Wilson,
it's all my fault.

We're not closeted
because we're not gay.

For real.

Wilson thought
you were cute,

I was just
yanking his chain.

Maybe that's not
the best phrasing.

So you were only spending time
with me to screw with him?

God, no. I was
spending time with you

because I want
to touch your boobs.

Enough to listen
to Evita, twice,

and I really hate Evita.

That's how much
I like your boobs.

(STAMMERS)
Wait. Wait, wait.

Wilson, he's a really good guy
and he really likes you.

Well, it's really...

It's sweet of you to
stick up for your friend like that.

And you're still trying
to sleep with me.

Maybe I will call him,
it would serve you right.

Wilson's a jerk, too.

At least he tried to
do the right thing.

He's been
divorced three times,

he slept with
a dying patient.

Sure, he looks like
a Boy Scout, but that...

(COUGHING)

The aneurysms
look mycotic,

but they're not,
they're inflammatory.

Because it's not
a fungal infection.

The hypertension
was a real symptom.

You've been unwittingly
treating it with beta-blockers.

You stopped taking them and
your blood pressure went up.

It's Hughes-Stovin.

OK, so how
do we treat this?

We don't.

Hughes-Stovin is
an autoimmune disease.

Once it's this advanced,
there's not much we can do.

The aneurysms
keep multiplying.

Eventually,
one of them will rupture.

Are you sure?

If you die in the next day or so,
I will be.

Even if you had told us
everything we wanted to know,

it wouldn't have
made a difference.

You did the right thing.

I think I should
call my wife now.

(INDISTINCT)

(CHATTERING ON TELEVISION)

I'm sorry
about your patient.

He died a hero
in his own mind.

I guess it's
better than nothing.

Ran into Nora
in the elevator.

She no longer
thinks we're gay,

now she thinks we're
mendacious dirtbags.

Mendacious dirtbag comes
much more naturally to me.

At least we can
get rid of that.

I kind of like it.

Unlike this sofa.

It's 500 bucks.

And it reclines.

One singular sensation
Every little step she takes

I will punch you
in the face.

I'll stop if you
get rid of the sofa.

No chance.
(SCATTING)

One thrilling combination
Every move that she makes

One smile and
suddenly nobody else will do