House (2004–2012): Season 7, Episode 21 - The Fix - full transcript

When House and Wilson bet on a boxing match and disagree over the outcome, Wilson gives him exactly one day to pay up or prove him wrong.

I have been fantasizing
about this for months.

Forget it. We're not
here to fool around.
I'm not fooling around.

I need this.

You're an idiot,
you know that?

Just shut up
and give me
a boost.

GLENN: Hurry your ass up!

Hey, sometimes
a guy's gotta do
what a guy's gotta do.

Jaguar One to Control.

Sorry for the delay.
Glenn had to take a leak.
It was unavoidable.

Target area is clear.
Repeat, target area
confirmed clear.

Dr. Lee, target area's
cleared, launch vehicle's
in range.



All systems go.
Thank you, Cesar.
Whenever you're ready.

The CT-10's light
enough to launch
from a UAV,

but can penetrate
8 feet of 6,000 psi
concrete before detonation.

CESAR: Bombs away.

The precision guidance
system's not affected
by darkness or weather

and can hit
a 2-foot wide target
from 69,000 feet.

SPAIN: What about sound?
LEE: None in-bound at all.

We've developed a new fin
and a baffling design that...

Ordnance on target
in three, two, one.

TONY: I feel
better already.

You need to
see a shrink.

Seriously.

Well done.
That's really...
Wendy!

Call 911!



(PANTING)

THIRTEEN: Karma's a bitch.

You think her
seizures are the
result of bad karma?

THIRTEEN:
I think if you
spend your days

designing ever
more effective ways
to blow people up,

stuff's bound to
come back to you.

(BELCHES)

Thirsty. Side effect of
the new antihistamine I'm on.

You don't seem congested.

Intriguing.
You have any thoughts
about our patient?

Got some questions
about whether Thirteen
really believes in karma

or just wants to.

As to the patient,
it's not gonna be easy
to break into her office.

You might want to start
with her home.

We could ask to look
through her office.

And we could do
an MRI first.

Sure. Go ahead.

If you're not interested
in the case,
why'd you take it?

I'm definitely interested.

Could be a tumor,
could be a CNS bleed.

But what do you do
when you got two
interesting puzzles?

Two?

50 bucks! Pay up.

Let's go. Let's go.
HOUSE: Bet's off.

The fight was fixed.

HOUSE: The punch
barely even
touched him.

You bet on Foley
to beat Zachary?

Speed beats power.

Unless speed has been paid
to speedily take a dive.

He touched him enough
to put him on the canvas

and the official
counted him out,

which means you
officially owe me

50 bucks.

We bet on a
sporting event.

That was
not sporting.

At less than 30 seconds,
that was barely even eventy.

Okay, here's what I saw,
you lost and I won.

Well, you can take that
to your grave. You're not
taking my 50 bucks.

Prove it.
Prove it or pay up.
You got one day.

And don't make me
send my boys out
looking for you.

What?

All right.

HOUSE: So, two puzzles.

Tie goes to the one
that cost me money.

We'll keep each
other posted.

I've always
been healthy.

I never even get colds.

I guess your luck
finally ran out.

I take it she doesn't
like people who make bombs.

I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to...
It's all right.

Half of my family
feels the same way.

Of course, they all work
on Wall Street, so...

LEE: Ever since the
first Fourth of July
I can remember,

I've always loved explosions.

When I got to college
and I had to pick a major,

I figured I might
as well pick something
I'm passionate about.

Destroying things.
You werert passionate
about anything else?

Bombs are tools
just like anything else.

You can use it to
make things better,

or you can use it t
make things worse.

I also like romantic
poetry and picnics.

Is there anything else
you wanna know
before we do this MRI?

No. Try to stay as
still as possible.

This shouldn't
take long.

Hey, how's it going?

You mind? There are
plenty of other seats.

I'm not here to judge.

You did what was best
for you, and I got
no problem with that.

I'm not gonna ask
you nice again.
Just go away.

Or what?
You're suddenly
gonna fall down?

Listen, I got
a problem.

A guy who knows
absolutely nothing
about boxing,

because of you
now thinks he does.

You can imagine the
potential ramifications.

I need you to get on
the phone with him,
and tell him you took a dive.

I didn't take a dive.

Take a picture of you
to prove that it was
really you, and we're done.

Just enough to convince him,
not enough to get you
in any trouble.

I didn't take a dive.

Yeah, that story's
getting boring.

Look, I'm not from
the commission,
I'm not some bookie.

I'm a doctor.
Here's my ID.

If you were a bookie,

you'd know no one pays a guy
to throw a fight he has
no chance to win.

I was a 12-to-1 underdog,
lost my last five fights.

But you were
the better fighter

and that last punch
barely touched you.

You ever been
barely touched by a guy
who weighs 230 pounds?

Look at me.
Look where I am,
what I'm wearing.

Do I look like a guy
who just got a payday?

I didn't throw the fight,

I just suck.

Ha!

Proof.

Just because he wasrt
hit in the face...

Look at his pupils.

He has anisocoria, which,
given his age, the
adrenaline surge in the fight,

and the fact that
he's still alive,
means he was tachycardic.

He has
Wolff-Parkinson-White
syndrome.

The bet was on who
would win, not who
would live the longest.

If he's physically unable
to continue because of
a pre-existing illness,

then it's technically
a no contest, which means
all bets are off.

You know that just
because I was right
about this one fighter,

doesn't make you
any less of a man.

Actually, it would
if you were right.

Then, as I said
earlier, prove it.

And one possibly
photoshopped cell phone pic
does not a diagnosis make.

CESAR: Excuse me, Dr. House.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I'm a co-worker
of Wendy Lee's.
I'm also her boyfriend.

Great. I'm a guy
who doesn't care.

She's your patient.

You thought I didn't know
who Wendy Lee was?

That makes sense.
I'm not good at names.

Did Dr. Fortune tell you that?

Her last boyfriend
was a real nut. He's
basically stalking her.

See, this is what
I don't care about.

I don't care
who cares about her,
who used to care about her.

If either one of you
falls down dead, you can
drop me a note, but...

I think I know
what's wrong with her.

What, you screwed up
in the lab and accidentally
spilled some bomb on her?

No.

He really is crazy.

THIRTEEN: Poisoned?

Apparently our
mad scientist is
also a slutty scientist,

whose milkshake's got all
the nerds in the yard
fighting over her.

She's a slut because
she's dated two
different guys at work?

I'm sorry,
I thought we were
still judging her.

She's not a slut
and it's not poison.

When we tested her blood
and cerebral spinal fluid
for toxic exposure,

it was negative
for every poison
we could think of.

Well, that just
leaves every poison
we didn't think of.

TAUB: She works
in a bomb factory.

FOREMAN: So do a lot of
other not-sick people.

If the guy had
any actual evidence
she was poisoned,

he would've gone
to the police,
not to us.

And if we had any evidence
of what was wrong with her,

you'd be showing us
MRI results. I assume
they were negative.

Couldrt hurt to start
activated charcoal,
see what happens.

You know what else
wouldn't hurt?

This case is
getting interesting.

Let's add a little danger.

Just because he has guns
doesn't make him a murderer.

Tell that to the bear.

CHASE: Look in the desk.
See if he's got
a diary or a journal.

Something tells me he's not
exactly a diary kind of guy.

Maybe a manifesto.

Just look.
I'm gonna check out
the rest of the place.

See if he's got a computer.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)

It's Foreman. Yep.

You break in yet?
Yeah, we're in
the abattoir now. Why?

You can leave. I think
Taub and I found
what we're looking for.

Looks like she actually was
being poisoned, but she's
been doing it to herself.

I'm not an alcoholic.
TAUB: I know, I know,

the whole
label thing
is so limiting.

You're a person
who happens to
suffer from alcoholism.

You broke into my
house and now you're
being a smart ass?

During your history,
you said you didn't
drink. At all.

I don't.
You just collect bottles.

Yes.

I collect them for
my friend. She uses them
in her art projects.

And you're ashamed
of these art projects.
The bottles were hidden...

That's because my housekeeper
keeps throwing them out.

I've told her a
dozen times not to,

but either she
doesn't understand
or she doesn't care.

Why would she lie?
That's the easy question.

She needs a government
security clearance
for her job.

And what's the
hard question?

If she's an alcoholic,

why doesn't she have
at least some partially
full bottles in the house?

And why keep the empties?
Why not just throw them away?

So she's probably
telling the truth.
So what do we do?

We start her on Valium
for alcohol withdrawal.

It's the best we've
got right now.

One normal EKG
does not a
healthy person make.

Look, I told you,
I just suck.
Oh, you make me so sad.

Don't talk like that.
Why do you
care so much?

Kill me for loving
my patients.
It's just what I do.

(SCOFFS)

Hey, stop.

Stop!

My leg hurts.
Just talk to me
for a moment.

You don't have
to be a loser.
Thanks.

Whatever's wrong
with you, it's real.

Sick is good.

Sick means it can get better.
You could get better.

I don't mean
healthier. I mean,

maybe you don't
have to suck.

Figure out what's
wrong with yourself
and leave me alone.

(SCREAMING)

NURSE: Abdominal pain.

She said it felt like
she was being stabbed.

Give her morphine,
5 milligrams IV.

Is it a symptom of
the underlying condition or
a symptom of our treatment?

We'll know soon.
I stopped our treatment.
We should restart it.

Acute pancreatitis from
alcoholism would cause
this kind of pain.

It's stress related.

She's in a lot of pain.
She's under
a lot of stress.

She's got two guys
fighting over her

and she just got done
with the final test
of a new bomb.

Her guilt is
killing her.

As far as you know,
she likes being the center of
attention and loves her job.

As far as you know,
she doesn't drink.

CHASE: What if it's
a kidney infection?

Acute pyelonephritis could
kill her if we don't start
her on IV antibiotics.

Would kill her if
it was pyelonephritis.

But since her urine
and CSF don't show
signs of infection...

I paged House.

What? We
got nothing.

Less than nothing
since he's actually
ignoring my pages,

which means we have
a sick patient and
apparently a sick boss.

Tell him you admit
he's right. Let's
get him back to work.

If he's ignoring you,
it's because he trusts you.

No, it's not.
No, it's not.

But he does.
Thanks, I feel
warm inside.

But right now I'm debating
which bad idea I should
pretend is a good idea

and force everybody
to implement.

I think this is good for him.

Obsessing over
a bet is good?

And doing his actual job,
treating actual patients,
that's bad?

House only doing what
House wants, is the only
way he can function.

Since the breakup, he's
been seeking out crazier
and crazier things to do

because they're crazy.

This... Well, it's not crazy.

No, just irresponsible
and possibly dangerous.

By House standards, it's dull.

This he's doing just
because he's interested.

I think House getting back
to doing stupid House stuff

for stupid House reasons
is the best thing that
could happen to him.

I'll go explain that
to the patient.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(GASPING)

(MACHINE BEEPING)

TAUB: It's definitely
not pancreatitis.

Restarting the treatment
obviously didn't
help anything.

Assume you tested
for infections.

And I assume that
look means yes
and I was wrong.

You call for
a psych consult?

Wow, that's the same look
I just got from Chase.

So an hour ago,
we had three theories
we couldn't agree on.

Now we've got no theories,
but we're in agreement.

CT and ultrasound
show inflammation
in the renal capsule.

Could be an
obstructing calculus
or perinephric abscess.

Blood cultures came
back negative. It's
probably just a benign cyst.

Yeah, so let's just dismiss
an idea because
it's probably nothing.

It could be gas in
the perinephric space,

in which case we should
be prepping her for
emergency surgery.

What looks like
Wolff-Parkinson-White,
but isn't?

Her EKG was normal.
So was his.

That's why I said looks like,
as in similar to,
but not the same.

You want us to help you
get out of paying your bet,

while your actual
patient lies in agony.

Who's the real
bad guy here?

The guy who doesn't
care enough to help,

or the four guys
who aren't competent
enough to help?

Works out too much,
gets pounded too much,

and not in the romantic way,

his pupils...
I got it.

Your patient? No.

Plenty of time to
save her life after
we save my money.

Underlying neurological
condition exacerbated
by an acute UTI

brought on by
her sexual escapades.

Slut, escapades.
How do we treat?
A scarlet A?

Sorry. Acute UTI brought on
by her healthy enjoyment
of her womanood.

We start her on
IV ampicillin and
an aminoglycoside.

You ignore us all the
time, you go on crazy
joyrides all the time,

but you answer pages,
you sleep.

I know I'm gonna
regret doing this,
but I'll ask anyway.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

Although...

HOUSE: Great news.

You have an underlying
neurological condition,

which together
with your heart...
You said my heart was fine.

Yeah, I also said
that I would get you
your career back.

But that doesn't
seem to matter

since you've so clearly
been handed the golden
spit bucket here.

Sympathetic overdrive.

It's a medical term,
so is "great news."

'Course if you
prefer wallowing...

All you need is a chin,

and a heart, apparently.

You can go back to
being the guy who
won 20 of his first 20

instead of the guy
who lost five
of his last five.

Technically I counted
the last one as a no contest.

And you save 50 bucks.
I'm a doctor.

I don't tell a fat guy
to lay off bacon
for less than 300.

(CHUCKLES)

This is about dignity.
For both of us.

Give me your arm.

Give me your arm.

What the hell?

Don't worry,
it's just epinephrine.
Is it dangerous?

In the wrong hands,
very. So yeah, sort of.

This will only take
a few seconds.

And you are tachycardic.

You're... Are you psycho?

We combine the
increased heart rate
with chest trauma

by applying a little
sweet science
to the science.

Don't worry.
I'll explain more
when you wake up.

Now, the punch
that supposedly
knocked you out

looked like it was thrown
by an old cripple.
Kind of like this.

Stop it.
Three, two, one...

Huh.

Guess I must be older
and more crippled
than I thought.

(GRUNTS)
You're embarrassing me.

It doesn't make sense.

Maybe if I...

(GRUNTS)

Get the hell out of
my life, you lunatic.

(MACHINE BEEPING RAPIDLY)

She's in V-tach.
BP's dropping.

Whatever you're
doing isn't working.

Again. There's gotta be
some way to stop the seizures.

It's not a seizure.
She's having a heart attack.

TAUB: No pulse.
CESAR: That's impossible.
She runs marathons.

(MACHINE BEEPING RAPIDLY)

Charging 200. Clear.

Still no pulse.

Charging 300.
Why is this happening?

CHASE: Clear.

My theory is that he's
only avoiding us because
he really wants to avoid you.

Mah nishtana?

You made it through
med school without
ever attending a seder?

It means, "Why is this
night different from
all other nights?"

I'm not sure it is,
but usually when push
comes to shove he shows up.

If the patient's still
alive, then push hasn't
met shove yet.

The patient is hanging
by a thread and we
don't have a clue why.

Then we have to
assume he does,
and she isn't.

We could. Or we could
assume that something is
seriously wrong with House,

and try to do
something about that.

This way, even
if we're wrong,
nobody dies.

House is fine.

House is always fine.

I'm expanding
my theory.

He's avoiding you and
you're avoiding him, and
this patient is gonna die.

Not if you do your job.

You're an idiot.

How'd you get in here?

My boss has me
break into places
all the time.

Pairs been getting worse.

Figured if I upped the Vicodin
any more, I'd end up
back in a rubber room.

So this seemed like
the smarter choice.

You're an idiot.

You drove all the way
over here to break in
and call me an idiot?

No, I drove all the way
over here to tell you

we're implanting an automated
cardio-defibrillator,

which won't actually
do anything to
help the patient

except maybe give us
enough time to
come up with a guess

as to what's actually
wrong with her.

Oh, that makes
more sense.

And I broke in here because
Cuddy and Wilson, both,
separately, asked me to.

Even more logical.

And that's not heroin.

Which means you knew
I was coming over here

and Cuddy and Wilson
are right. You're just
playing a game.

Throwing out a bone
and watching us
fight over it.

There is another theory.

Compound CS-804.

It's an experimental drug
that's supposed to
re-grow muscle.

This experiment
was done on rats.

It's groundbreaking.
A huge success.

In rats.

They got four legs.
Think how fast it
should work on one.

You're an idiot.

We've got a problem.

AICD not working?

If it was the defibrillator,
I'd be looking elsewhere.

Smells like bleeding.
Rectal?

And vaginal.

FOREMAN: Is it possible
something got perforated
during surgery?

Is that an accusation?

Sounded like a question.

Just a straightforward inquiry

that only someone
with serious insecurities
would take issue with.

Okay. So in answering
I have to decide between
the only two possibilities,

"No," and "Yes," we might
have screwed something up but
are intentionally hiding it

"because we're incompetent
and we're asses."

The answer's no.
Glad we didn't
short-change that avenue.

It's a blood disorder,
a coagulopathy.

That's not a diagnosis.
It's like saying
she has a runny nose.

True. But not saying she
has a runny nose risks
getting snot all over us.

We can treat it.
Cause could still be a toxin.

She must have been
exposed to who knows...

Past tense. Which means
she would've been
better now that she's not.

Same goes for House.

If this was about
Cuddy, he would have
checked out weeks ago.

Something else is
going on. Something new.

That's an awfully
simplistic approach
to matters of the heart.

House is rational.
He prides himself on...

No one is rational
about emotions. That's
why they're emotions.

FOREMAN:
What do you think?

Me? I didn't say anything.

Exactly. You always have
some opinion on these things,

especially when
it comes to House,

doubly especially when
it comes to men and romance,

but suddenly you're
keeping your mouth shut.

House can't help us.

I respect his privacy,
no matter how stupid,

and I'd appreciate it
if you'd respect mine.

We need to treat
the underlying condition.

Could be cancer, sepsis,
trauma, liver disease,
haemorrhagic fever...

I'm gonna start treating
the symptoms while you finish
listing the possible causes.

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

DR. RIGGIN: The rats
are doing great.

HOUSE: "Great"
is a little vague.

Even better than
the previous study.

12% increase in strength,
22% in flexibility,

and some improvement in
at least 60% of the subjects.

Have you done
maximum tolerated
dose studies?

Not yet. But that's
part of the beauty.

Since the compound
is easily excreted
in the urine,

as long as they
keep hydrated,

there's really no reason
to expect any danger
at virtually any dose.

I mean, obviously, can't
know for sure, but...

If it's won'thy of the
preface "obviously,"

then obviously, it only needs
to be explained to idiots.

Do I look like an idiot?

(SIGHS)

Sorry. Cranky.

What I meant to say was,
why don't scientists
have groupies?

Because I'd do
you right now

if society wasrt
telling me that you're
just an underpaid dork.

Thank you.

(EXHALES)

Are you all right?

Leg hurts.

Would you mind
getting me a coffee?

How does coffee help your leg?

It will prevent me
from walking to
get the coffee.

Right.

The page said
she's now bleeding
from her mouth.

You started treatment?
I said I would.

A "yes" would
have been fine.

Not asking the
question would have
been even better.

Any breathing issues?
No.

But I'm not sure
it's internal.

If it's coming from
both ends, it's internal.

Her gums look like
they were burned.

(PANTING)

WILSON: Experimental drugs?

That's unfair. 'Cause
at one point, even Vicodin
was an experimental drug.

I have to go.
Well, unless you're
going to do your job,

it can wait.
I'm going to do my job.

I'll give you a lift.

I'll give you two minutes.

But first I'm going
to tell you that
I'm off the drugs

and then you'll feel silly
because you got nothing
to say for two minutes.

Hmm.

Why are you off them?
'Cause they don't work.

Why were you on them?
Because they come
in banana flavor.

You know the answer.

You think fixing your
leg will fix your life.

I think that my life
will be somewhat better
if part of my life,

specifically my leg,
is somewhat better.

You think all your
problems are your leg.

So you're here to tell me
that no matter how depressed
I may be, it's not enough.

I think you want
everything to
be physical,

tangible, simple.

You want unappiness
to have a cure.
House, you obviously...

I hate that word.

I have to go now.

Actually, I don't.
It would be rude to walk out
without saying anything.

CHASE: What about this?

28-year-old woman presenting
with burn-like wounds
in her mouth

and esophagus from
a candidiasis infection.

Interesting. And it would also
be relevant if the woman
had had seizures.

If the fungus
had entered
her bloodstream...

We would have seen it
in the blood work.

Acute myeloid leukemia
can cause swelling
of the gums...

Again, interesting,
but not relevant.
Again, you're being an ass.

She doesn't have a history
of blood diseases
in her family,

her blood count's normal,
and she hasn't been exposed
to a chemical toxin.

Not that we know of.

The guy she works
the most closely with
is also her boyfriend.

You don't think he
would've told us

if there'd been some
sort of chemical spill
or accident?

There is one other
cause of AML.

Wait, where are
you taking her?

We need to get her
into an isolation room

and prep for a hematopoietic
stem cell transplant.

Isolation? Why?

We think her blood
and immune system
have been destroyed

by an exposure to
ionizing radiation.

We don't work with radiation.
Well, apparently
your girlfriend does.

No. She doesn't.
You're wrong, it must
be something else.

We found reports that your
company was developing
tactical nuclear warheads

for bunker busting bombs.

Where? On Wikipedia?
Some paranoid idiot's blog?

I don't care where
you read it. It's not true.

You're saying there's
absolutely no chance
that anyone in your company

is doing any
experimental research
that you don't know about.

No. But I know Wendy,
and she wouldn't.

Maybe you don't
know her as well as
you thought you did.

Excuse me.
We have to go.

You need a drink.

I'm fine.

That wasrt
a question.

You really do need a drink.

FOREMAN: We found a match.

We'll start treatment
as soon as we get
the HSC from the donor.

Shouldrt
be long.

Where's
Cesar?

Uh, he's, uh,
in the waiting room.

I want to see him.

We can't. It's too dangerous
with your immune system
this compromised.

Why can't he just
put on a gown and
a mask like you?

I'm sorry.

The more people you're
exposed to, the greater
the chance of infection.

I'm scared.

I know.

We're doing everything
that we can. Cesar will
be with you soon.

Dr. Foreman, you
should look at this.

What is it?
You feeling any pain
in your pelvic region?

No, why?
Your genitals,
they're engorged.

I drink anymore,
I'm gonna explode.

You're not gonna explode.
You're just gonna
have a seizure.

Which will prove
that your kidneys
are not working,

which will also prove
they werert working
Saturday night.

That's why a glancing
body blow sent your
blood pressure into the toilet

and you onto the canvas.

How many bottles is
this supposed to take?

Six.

And I've drank how many?
Eight.

It's not an exact science.
In other words,

nothing's gonna
prove you wrong.

You're just gonna keep making
me miserable because
you're too miserable...

You're an idiot.

And no, you're
not gonna hit me.

Because somewhere deep
in that way too thin
skull of yours,

you know that
you're full of crap.

That's why you stopped
jogging for me, it's why
you drank eight bottles.

Because even though you
want to think that I'm
wrong because it's simpler,

you also desperately
want me to be right.

I'm only an ass
for building your
hopes up if I'm wrong.

Last one.

You're an ass.

You were wrong,
it's not the end
of the world...

Anything else
you want to say?

You have a problem.

I think if you
seriously look at
everything that...

Anything else?

Okay, look,
this isn't...
Okay! Okay, okay.

No, I don't.

Just get out of here.
Go home, we'll talk later.

Someplace without
any of my stuff.

Nothing to talk about.
That was my point.

Inflammation of the genitals
means we were wrong.

Thanks for
the statement
of the obvious.

You'd think so,
wouldn't you?

Foreman wants to keep treating
for radiation poisoning.

Because the seizures
have stopped, because
her fever's gone away,

because she's improved.
By luck.

I don't think
the patient cares.

Yes. She's gonna die
in considerably less
discomfort thanks to you

treating a few of the symptoms
instead of the disease.

I paged...
Shut up.

BARTENDER: You're drunk.

Well, whose
fault is that?

Give me another scotch.
I can't serve you.

Is it because
I'm black?

Because I'm not, so...
Come on, buddy.

What? You can't get
me drunk and then give
me crap for being drunk.

That's like dumping someone,
and then giving them
crap for being upset.

It's just not decent.

Let me explain
why people come here.

They come here to drink.

Which causes us to ask,
"Why do people drink?" Mmm?

Is it sustenance?

No. Is it taste?

Nope.
Don't be a jerk.

Is it the company of
stout-hearted men?

I don't think so.

Is it killing pain?

Yes. 7.5% life duller.

That's the business you're in.

You're in the
screw-the-world
business.

You're in the reality-sucks-
and-fantasy-temporarily-
appears-to-not-suck business.

Just get the moron a drink
so he'll shut the hell up.

No.

I'm giving you your drink.
Have you no pride?

Either serving me
is a good idea or
it's a bad idea.

Shutting me up is a crappy
reason for compromising
what you believe.

And not even an
effective one,
apparently.

Am I gonna have to hit him?
Not a good idea.

But what if it's
the right thing to do?

Compromise is
never the answer.

Stand up.

I will allow you to
throw the first punch.

Sit down. I'm
not gonna hit you.

Just as well,
'cause I was lying.

You can relax.

She's getting better?
The bad news is,

because of your
extended exposure to
her and her workplace,

we're gonna need
to treat you as well.
I feel fine.

Unfortunately, that's the way
it can be with radiation.

No symptoms
until it's too late
to do anything.

You're gonna need
a bone marrow transplant.

No.

A marrow transplant
does leave you exposed
to all sorts of illnesses,

but there's really
no choice here.

She doesn't have
radiation poisoning.
CHASE: She's getting better.

We need to start
our treatment before
it's too late.

No.

You're either suicidal,
or you know we're wrong.

And the only way you
can know for sure what
wasrt killing her

is if you knew what was.
And you do, don't you?

Because you've
been poisoning her.

And the reason she's
getting better, is because
you haven't been near her.

Our co-workers are
on their way to
your home right now

to search it for poisons.

You mind saving
them the trouble?

THIRTEEN: Attempted murder
is better than murder.

What are you
doing here?

Training for my big fight.
Just need you to...

Drink five more bottles,
get punched a few more times?

Look, just get out
and give up.

Nah, that's your specialty.

Ooh, looks like
you already lost
your big fight.

Look, I may not be
able to take a punch,
but I can still throw one.

Three, two...

What a lovely day.

Where's Cesar?

Uh...

In jail.

He was trying
to kill you.

He found out about
you and Glenn.

Which, he admitted,
shouldn't have
surprised him,

since he started
seeing you while
you were dating Tony.

He poisoned me?
Repeatedly.

With Spanish fly.

The active ingredient
cantharidin is
a potent toxin

and can cause a lot
of the same damage
as radiation.

He poisoned me?

I'm sorry.

He had a security clearance.

(CLEARING THROAT)

What's this?

A palm.

Hmm. Useful
for many things.

Slapping, greasing,
probably some other
applications, too.

Right now it's
ready for $50
and humiliation.

He was actually sick?
He wasrt knocked
out by the punch,

he was knocked out
by the clinch
before the punch.

He took a shot to
the back of the neck.

More specifically, to an
abnormal growth of nerves
caused by a glomus tumor.

Kind of like a built-in
taser sent a massive shock
to his entire body,

shut everything down.

Wow. Fascinating.
Completely explains
exactly how he lost.

Oh, you are not gonna be
like that, because you've
got a lot more posters here.

No. I'm not.
Well done, House.

You might have saved that guy.
Given him his life back.

No, no. He needs surgery.
He's never gonna fight again.

What happened to
your eye? You okay?

Better than okay.