House (2004–2012): Season 8, Episode 10 - Runaways - full transcript

The team treats an underage and homeless female patient, but when her symptoms worsen and call for an invasive surgery requiring adult consent, House and Adams argue over whether they ...

(EXHALES)

HOUSE: How long has
your daughter had
trouble breathing?

About a week now.

The best dads
wait two or more.

Yeah, no.
It's not like it's serious.

I checked online
and it's asthma
or something.

"Or something" is
the number one killer

of teens with
no medical degree.

When was the last time
he took you to see a doctor?

Uh...
Like five months ago.

We went to
a clinic in Trenton.
I had strep throat.



Remember the antibiotic
they gave you?
Is it neomycin?

Amoxicillin.

So, about the inhaler
for my asthma, I was...

Sorry.

Hospital policy
specifically prohibits me

from giving meds
to unrelated homeless people

pretending to be
father and daughter.

Your pants are
a size too short,

so either you grew
several of inches

or you grabbed the closest
size in the thrift store.

And only you have dimples,
which are adorable,

but they're also an X-linked
dominant genetic trait.

Which actually
doesn't prove anything.

The fact that she
didn't burst into
tears tells me



that you never thought
he was your dad.

Let's get out of here.

Since you're the brains
of the operation, you might
want to stick around.

What, so I can get
busted by Social Services?

No. So you can stop
bleeding out of your ear.

It's usually a sign
of a skull fracture.

Someone been using your head
as a soccer ball?

No.
As much as I'd like to
take your word for it,

I have no interest in
taking your word for it.

No tenderness. No pain.

Right. Looks like
you're telling the truth
about something.

The ear canal is fine.

And you don't have a fever.

Pay the man. He's late
for a trashcan fire.

Would you tell me
what's going on?
What's wrong with me?

I have no idea.

Why did you ask
to meet us 30 miles away
from the hospital?

Because I can.

Also, Chris Christie's
blog says

the pancakes
here are the best.

So, what do we got
on this 18-year-old

with the ear bleed
and the breathing problems?

CT confirms no skull fracture.
And looking at her
confirms she's not 18.

Yes, she is.
Says so in the file.

We can't treat
an underage patient
without a guardian.

We need to call
Social Services.

I cut a deal
with the patient.

We don't call,
she doesn't bolt.

Whatever age, living
on the street makes her
vulnerable to malnutrition,

drug use, HIV...

All things which could
explain her symptoms.

No sign of malnutrition,
tox screen's clear,
STD panel was negative

and is that Foreman?

Oh, my goodness, it is.

Hi, Dean Foreman!

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Are you not gonna introduce us
because we're married?

No, wait, that's her.

She's a pharmaceutical rep,
and this is
a working breakfast.

In a restaurant that's
nowhere near your
home or the hospital?

Chris Christie
recommends the pancakes.

Squamous cell middle ear
tumor could've caused
the ear bleed,

paraneoplastic reaction caused
the breathing problems.

Middle ear looks
completely normal.

But there is thickening
in the lining of the wall
of the third ventricle.

Could be a sign of
cerebral infection.

JESSICA: It would explain
the lack of fever.

Pneumococcus is pretty common
among the homeless population.

We should find out if
she's been vaccinated.

Sure. Ask her and when
she refuses to
tell you anything..

start her on ceftriaxone
for pneumococcus.

And if she says she
has been vaccinated?

Then don't believe her and
start her on ceftriaxone
for pneumococcus.

How about we don't
believe she's gonna bolt
and we call Social Services.

While I'm in
the little boys' room,

you can pretend I'm seriously
considering that idea.

The bathroom's that way.

Pretty sure there's
one in the hospital.

When I was your age,
I ran away.

Lived on my own.

At the time.. it seemed...

Let me guess,

life with mom and
dad was kind of a drag
so you just ran away,

lived with friends
and partied with guys

that you knew your
parents would hate,

and then when you got
tired of being a rebel,
you just went home.

Being homeless isn't
a vacation for me,

and I'm not acting out.

My life at home sucked,
so I got the hell
out of there.

There are other
options besides living
on the streets.

Right. Like group homes,
where you're packed in

with as many messed-up,
delinquent kids as possible,

foster parents, who only
take you in because
you're a meal ticket.

I can think of easier ways
to make 175 bucks a week.

No, you're right.
I really should roll the dice

and hope for a pair
that don't ruin my life
the way that my mom...

Get your hands off my stuff!

This stuff might tell us more
about why you're sick.

A history textbook?
You go to school?

I don't plan on being
homeless forever.

Hello, good sir.

My brother the general
here gots the green
apple quick step.

One of us is in
the wrong time zone.

And if it's me, I need
to talk to a stockbroker

and anyone from
the Kennedy family.
In that order.

He got the runs
and we do need him

up and at 'em for
battle tomorrow.

It's hardly authentic,
coming to a newfangled clinic,

especially with
a Yankee doctor.

Sir, are you questioning
my resolve?

Yes. And your sanity.

I'm multi-tasking.

General, do not light out.

We swore that we would
see the elephant together.

Far be it from me to come
between two nut jobs and
their elephant.

I could add some mercury
if you want to make
it more authentic.

The Confederacy
thanks you, Doc.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I got House's phone,
deleted all photos
of you and Anita.

I owe you.

An affair?
Never knew you
were such a tramp.

Neither did I.

Anita, she's fun, smart,

not looking for
anything serious.
It's pretty perfect.

Except for the gnawing guilt
about the husband,

the lies she
must be telling him.

But not guilty
enough to stop seeing her.

She's smoking hot.
And it's not his job
to protect her marriage.

Aren't you supposed
to be pointing a finger

at your own life as
a cautionary tale?

If not for cheating,
I might still have a wife

but I wouldn't have
Sophie and Sophia.

Which means I wouldn't
be preparing for
their visit this week

by child-locking
all my cabinets,
padding table corners

and getting rid of
every single magazine.

You could probably just
hide the porn in
your underwear drawer.

The magazines
go away so I won't
ignore my children.

I know I have to
pay attention to them,

I want to pay
attention to them.

But they're just so

boring.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Did you learn anything
at Jane Doe's school?

JESSICA: They did
a bunch of vaccinations,
including pneumococcus.

Take her off the ceftriaxone.

So we're back
to square none.

Not exactly.

The name she registered
under seems to be fake,

but the address is
a foreclosed house.

We'll let you
know what we find.

Plenty of food, water.

And beer.

She eats well, goes to school,
makes good grades.

She's a homeless girl
who's captain of
the volleyball team.

How can you be
okay with this?

Your mom sends you
to work with snacks.

I want and need parents.

Jane Doe is flourishing
without them.

Maybe.

But this mold definitely is.

CALLIE: You went to my school?

Now that they know
they'll report me.

I can't go back there.

You may have
a fungal infection,
you need that medicine.

Fluconazole, right?
I'll get it at a clinic.

(GROANS)

I can't feel my legs!

Is that the infection?

I don't think so.

So, what causes an ear bleed,

breathing problems

and our runaway's
inability to run away?

CHASE: Fungal infection's
off the table.

What about
transverse myelitis?

Not with normal
posterior column function.

I've been waiting to do
this for months. Pull!

Sights seem
to be off on this.

We didn't call
Social Services before

because we didn't want
the patient to take off.

Now she can't.
There's no reason
for us not to call.

How about the reason
that there's no reason.
This is working fine for me.

Pull!

That one clearly
took evasive action.

You want to protect her,
because you think

she's fine on her own,
outside the system...

Does anyone have a position
on our patient's
medical condition?

Could be endocarditis
with septic emboli.

Pull!

I'd turn around and shoot you,
but apparently I'd miss.

There's no murmurs,
no Osler nodes.

You've never done
this before, have you?

No, I have not.

But all the time I had
my ankle monitor on, I was
furious that I couldn't.

Vasculitis fits.

Start treatment with steroids.

If she's lucky, she'll be
free to flee again.

Not once I call
Social Services.

I'm not giving up.

You wanna bet?

One shot, one birdie.

You hit, you make
the call. You miss,
never mention it again.

No. Why would I agree?

Because your
only other option is
you call and I fire you.

JESSICA: Pull!

TAUB: She responding
to corticosteroids?

Looks like it.

And Social Services.

I thought for sure
there'd be some
yelling or profanity,

possible bloodletting.

JESSICA: She's tired of living
on the streets after all.

I'll bet House regrets...

Could he know I'm
good with a gun?

I don't know how, but...

Hiring a hooker
to pretend to be
a social worker?

She took a bet that
she knew she'd win.

Frankly, I feel violated.

What happened
to the social worker
I called?

Apparently someone
identifying themselves
as Dr. Pujols called

and said the
patient ran off.
(LAUGHING)

Come on, Poo-holes.

I've informed Social
Services of the mistake

and given Jane Doe's
description to the cops.

They'll track
down the parents.

Thank you.

I'll leave you
and Dr. Pujols alone.

You should have told me
you were treating
an underage clinic patient.

I was giving you
the gift of deniability.

Now I'm giving you the gift
of additional clinic hours.

No, you're not.

You've got nothing on me.

Check your phone.

My phone?

Right, I guess
I did have some
pictures on that.

But I also have these.

Here's the two of you
kissing over dinner.

Busting a move at a nightclub.

Is that your hand
near her nether regions?

Thanks again for
taking out the ankle bracelet.

I'm not gonna let you
blackmail me, House.

Of course not. There's
no way your selling
out your integrity

would let me
compromise your job
in any major way

over some
tawdry bit of gossip.

But what about
compromising it
in a minor way,

reduced clinic hours,
unlimited lnternet
porn budget.

That makes much
more sense than

the nuclear option of
ruining both our lives.

You can keep these.
I got copies.

God.. how I've missed
the sweet smell of
sticking it to the man.

Adams is right.
You're protecting this girl.

(SNIFFING)

Oh, no, I was wrong.

That's the stench
of moralizing.

I'm protecting myself
from meddling bureaucrats
and parents.

You admire this girl.

She had a horrible home life
so she went out on her own.

She's your road not taken.

I've always dreamed
of living in an abandoned
house with mold.

House, all I'm accusing
you of is having a connection
with a patient.

This is a good thing.

It's not a good thing,
'cause it's not a thing.

It is a thing,
which you'll prove
when her parents show up,

and you start
protecting her from them.

The sound I make is "moo."

And the sound I
make is "quack."

(BOTH COOING)

Moo!

The sound is quack.

Quack, quack.

Quack, quack, quack.

I'm an ass.

On the plus side,
I can now program
my DVR from my phone.

They are kind of boring.

All kids. Not just yours.

Very helpful.

You need to log more hours.

Eventually
you'll pass boredom,
get to bonding.

Like Stockholm syndrome.

I heard the nurses talking.
You called Social
Services for real.

Because you shouldn't
be living on your own.

Right. Better my mom should
use me as a punching bag.

If your mom abused you,
Social Services

won't let you
go home with her.

Have I mentioned I
don't trust the system?

We don't know if
you're better yet.
You can't just take off.

Uh...
Can we help you?

I'm Adele Brown
from Social Services,
and this...

I'm Ellen Rogers,
Callie's mother.

You haven't been
that for two years.

I promise,
things are different...

Wow, two sentences in
and you're already
making promises.

Okay. Maybe we need
to take a minute here
and give Callie some space.

No, I don't need a minute.
I need her out of my life.
(COUGHING)

Is she okay?
I will be once you just...

Oh, my God!

TAUB: We need help in here!

Go!

You bet 100 bucks
on a turtle race?

I paid Mr. Chips 5
bucks to take a dive.

The bleeding
stopped on its own.

She got worse after
being on steroids,
so autoimmune is out.

Diagnosis depends on
whether the blood
was coming from

the sinuses,
lungs or her guts.

Mr. Chips looks
like he wants it.

100 bucks says
he'll make soup
out of Franklin.

You're on.

How'd the mom seem to you?

If you're asking if she looks
like someone who beat her kid,
you're a moron.

Move your ass, Mr. Chips!

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

You should have seen her face
when mom walked in.

Callie hates her.
I don't think she's lying.

Because people never lie
about people they hate.

Big sinus bleed
could be sinusitis
and a bleeding disorder.

She didn't
complain about a headache.

If the bleeding is in her gut,
could be Zollinger-Ellison.

Acid reflux causes asthma, and
the acid erodes the stomach,
causing the bleeding.

Yes!

Franklin rules.
Mr. Chips drools.

HOUSE: Mr. Chips'
owner only feeds him
on apples and bananas.

Nowhere near enough
Vitamin A. Pay up.

Do an upper
endoscopy to confirm
Zollinger-Ellison.

After mommy dearest has
given her permission.

Ellen shouldn't have consent
if she beat her daughter.

Doesn't matter if
she beat her daughter.

Only matters if
Social Services says
she beat her daughter.

Good thing you
made it all official.

Will the endoscopy be painful?

Is that an issue?

It's a medical procedure,
there will be some discomfort.

I never meant to
hurt my daughter.

And yet, you hit her.

She told you that?

And now you're gonna
tell me you didn't.

I'm a drug addict.

And I've been a lousy mom.

Especially since
my husband died.

He was closer to
Callie than I was,
and I missed him so much.

And it was too hard,

and taking oxy just
made things easier.

Right up until it
made me lose my daughter.

I hurt Callie a lot.

But one of the only things
that I can feel okay about
is that I never hit her.

Didn't peg you as
the midday fun kind of guy.
So glad I was wrong.

Mmm...

Unfortunately,
that's not why we're here.

Remember that guy from
the restaurant yesterday?

Mmm-hmm.

He's got pictures of us.
He's threatening to
show your husband.

I thought you
said that guy was
one of your best doctors.

Yeah. Not one
of my best people.

We've got to stop
seeing each other.

Not necessarily.

I told my husband about you.

What? Why?

He was saying
that things had been

better lately
between him and l,

that I was happier.

I said that I was,
and that you were the reason.

And he was okay with that?

Not initially.
It was a pretty
tough conversation.

Neither of us is ready to
give up on the marriage,

and I am not
ready to give up this.

You don't have to feel
so guilty anymore.

(GEORGE INHALING SHARPLY)

(GEORGE GROANS)

You didn't need
to shoot yourself.

I could have
given you a Section 8.

We've hit
the drills pretty hard,

and by the fourth round,
my hand went numb.
The gun slipped.

And I only had
blanks in it but...

It's funny how nearly
shooting your toe off
cured that speech impediment.

Ha! Yeah. Sorry about that.
Sheldon's a progressive.

Compared to who?
Rupert Murdoch?

Progressives are
reenactors who strive for
complete authenticity.

They never drop character
while in uniform.

Whereas you just
dabble in crazy?

(SIGHS)

Sheldon and I had a big
falling out years ago.

We only really started
talking again because
of the reenactments.

They gave me
my brother back.

That's a very moving story.

Be a lot more affecting
if you hadn't bonded

over something so
completely idiotic.

(GASPS)

Your mom didn't
hit you, did she?

No.

Then why did you
lie about it?

Because I wanted
to get out of here.

People understand getting hit
more than what my mom does.

Tell me,
maybe I'll understand.

I was the mom.

She couldn't keep a job,
spent all her money on pills.

I had to get a job.

Double shifts just
to keep the power on..
keep food in the house.

I couldn't tell you
how many times
she nearly OD'd

and I had to clean her
up and put her in bed.

So I decided if I was
gonna be the grown-up,

I'd rather do it
on my own terms.

Your mom knows she messed up.

She's determined
not to do it again.

Yeah.

And she'll feel that way

right up until
things get too tough

and she has to
start using again.

Do you think
people can change?

No.

But I don't think that's
gonna change your opinion
because people don't change.

Stop.

Is that an ulcer?
Yeah, it is.

But we haven't
reached the stomach yet,

I'm still high
in the esophagus.

Means it's not
Zollinger-Ellison.

UIcer's bleeding.

We need to lavage
before she drowns
in her own blood.

(COUGHING)

We cauterized the ulcer,
stopped the bleeding.

Compromised immune system
from living on the street

could make her
susceptible to HPV.

HPV was covered
on the STD panel,
she's negative.

What if she didn't get this
from being homeless?

What if she got
it from her mom?

I'm assuming you're thinking
something genetic because...

I'm thinking addiction.

Alcohol-induced
esophagitis.

Explains esophageal ulcers
and her other symptoms.

If only it would
explain why we've never

seen her drunk,
drinking or detoxing.

Her blood pressure's
been elevated.
Could be the DTs.

It's been mildly elevated.

Mildly elevated BP
could put her at risk
for a berry aneurysm.

Weak blood vessel in
the brain gets pounded on
by elevated BP,

causes it to
expand and contract,

causes the symptoms
to come and go.

CT didn't show any
signs of an aneurysm.

Did I mention come and go?

As much as your
presence may cause

objects to become
engorged with blood,

sometimes aneurysms
just aren't in the mood.

Alcoholism and berry aneurysm
are both valid theories.

I think we should discuss this
with the patient and her mom.

Why? We've discussed
it right here.

Tell them she needs
a cerebral angiogram
to locate the aneurysm,

surgery to repair.

Brain surgery? When?

We've booked the OR
for an hour from now.

And Dr. House is sure
that's what she has?

He's confident
in the diagnosis.

It's consistent with
all of her symptoms.

But you don't buy it.

No.

I think your symptoms are
the result of alcohol abuse.

But I'm not an alcoholic.

You came to the hospital
with beer in your pocket,

we found more
alcohol at your house...

Yeah, I use booze
as payment.

I have an occasional
beer with my friends.

That doesn't mean
I have a problem.

I want the surgery.

Actually,
it's your mom's decision.

(SIGHS)

I'm not an addict.

That's what I always
said to you, Callie,
but I had a problem.

I'm nothing like you.

Tell them to do the surgery.

I need a few minutes to think.

The patient asked
me what I thought.

I pay you to think
inside this room.

Outside this room,
I pay you to parrot.

It's her choice.
She has the right to know.

It's a medical choice
that you turned into

an extension of
your baggage and hers.

You told the mom
something you want
to believe

because you don't
want to believe that

this girl might be
doing fine parent-free.

Which also happens
to be what the mom
wants to believe...

You think she wants
to feel responsible
for her daughter's illness?

That woman sees
everything to do
with her daughter

through
guilt-colored glasses.

It's all her fault.

House,

don't bully her,
she's overwhelmed enough.

It's nothing compared
to how she's gonna feel

when her daughter dies
from the aneurysm she
decided not to treat.

You must be Dr. House.

I save my appearances

for when parents are
on the brink of doing
something incredibly stupid.

Your daughter has
a berry aneurysm,
she needs surgery.

What she does not need
is you making this or
any other decision.

(SCOFFS)

I can't just
leave this up to her.

Then leave it up to me.

And just leave.

I'm not gonna
abandon my daughter.

She hates you.

It's actually not
such a big deal.

Plenty of kids
hate their parents.

What makes it
a big deal is that
she should hate you.

Playing the biology card
doesn't change anything
except where she lives.

Your daughter's
better off without you,

so let her be
better off without you.

I'm gonna do the surgery.

I'll take the fallout
from Social Services.

ELLEN: Dr. House.

My daughter's
care is my choice.

And so is this.

Treat her for alcoholism.

Peek-a-boo!

Why would Anita
tell her husband
about our affair?

Probably just
got sick of lying.

Look at it this way, now
the sex is both commitment
and guilt-free.

And men love
commitment-free sex.

Yes, they do.
Oh, yes, they do.

They're gonna
find out eventually.

Peek-a-boo.

How do you keep
doing the same thing
over and over

with the same
level of enthusiasm?

First off, be a decent,
empathetic person.

This is what you
said you wanted,

but you're actually more upset
now that the husband knows.

Because I'm hurting him.
You always were.

But he didn't know that.
Which means he
wasn't really hurt.

Yeah, I know it's
a rationalization,

but it went a long way
to making me feel a little
less guilty about seeing her.

Looks like you're gonna need
a bigger rationalization.

Peek-a-boo. Peek-a-boo.

Social Services
report came in on your mom.

Let me guess,
she passed with
flying colors.

She always does.

(SIGHS)

I think she might
make it this time.

House left a bottle
of Vicodin to see
if she'd steal it.

She gave it back.

You could at least let
her sleep in the room.

She could have listened
to me about my drinking.

Even if you are right
about it, why take
your word over mine?

I'm her daughter.

Because she's your mom.

And for the first time
she's acting like it.

It's a little late for that.

Good night.

Morning.

I heard you went
head-to-head with the mom.

Not for your reasons.

You're protecting the girl.

I'm protecting my diagnosis.

And you tested her,
to see if you could
get her back on drugs

and out of her
daughter's life.

That was to show Adams
that mommy dearest
hadn't changed.

I'm taking a principled
stand against idealism.

Your patient's stable?

Maybe Adams was right.
The illness is
alcohol related.

I hope so considering
that's what we're
treating her for.

You hope you're
wrong for the sake
of the patient.

I hope that I'm right,
but the aneurysm bursts
without killing her.

Call me a softie.

Or the mom
agrees to an autopsy
so I can prove it.

Your patients love you
because you're empathetic.

I also have kind eyes.
Why are you here?

But you don't love
all of your patients.

Of course not.

I'll bet some
of them bore you.

Dull people get cancer too.
Why are you here?

But you fake an interest
in them because
you need to, right?

And if you do it
long enough,
it becomes real?

Well, no, because
the interest isn't fake.

Really?

Because you realize
they're not dull,

it was just your
misinterpretation of them.

I just haven't found
a way to make them
interesting yet.

It's all about common ground.
You find one thing
you both like or hate.

John Woo movies,
romance novels, kale.

Sometimes the best way
to connect with someone

is stop thinking about them
and focus on yourself.

What is this about?

Not everything
has an agenda.

See ya.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I told him because
it was the right thing to do.

Right.

This doesn't change
anything between us.

It sort of does for me.

You want to stop
seeing each other?

No.

But I was thinking,
maybe you could tell
your husband that we did.

And then go back
to sneaking around
behind his back?

Yes.

Why would you want to do that?

I don't know.

This just feels wrong.

I think I'm gonna go.

Oh, God!

We thought it was
the salt pork...

But all the menfolk
been eating it

and we're the only
ones that sick.

(GROANING)

Which one of you is
the cheap bastard?

Your uniforms are not wool.
They're polyester,
cheap polyester.

Which gets processed
with a heavy metal
called antimony.

You wear badly
processed polyester

all day and night
for days and nights,

and you get antimony poisoning
which causes your diarrhea

and your numbness
in your hands

and your collective vomiting.

Polyester uniforms?

I was being authentic.

With polyester uniforms?

Confederacy gave men $21

every six months
for uniforms...
You poisoned us both.

At least I have principles.

Because they don't
cost anything.

Brother against brother.
Now that is authentic.

(GAGGING)

I know you don't want me here,

but they had banana
muffins downstairs.

Reminded me of
our St. Pete's trip.

Remember?

We used to walk and get some
every morning at that bakery.

I guess.

Were you high on that trip?

Not when we were together.

I used to wait
until you went to bed.

You can stay,

if you want.

Okay.

Mmm.
It's not bad.

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING)

What's happening?

Is this from
the alcohol treatment?

I was wrong.
The berry aneurysm
must have just burst.

Temporal lobes are clear.
Parietal clear.

Get me
a micro-vascular clip tray
as well as the occlusion.

HOUSE: Check the ventricles.

Ventricles are
clear, too.

Aneurysm must've
leaked instead of burst.

Inject the dye.

Posterior cerebral clear.
Vertebral clear.
Circle of Willis also clear.

She doesn't have
a berry aneurysm.

(RAPID BEEPING)

Her BP is dropping.
Start her on pressors.

Get her BP up
before her organs
start shutting down.

HOUSE: Adams. With me.

The pressors will only give us
a couple hours, max.

What causes
breathing issues,
bleeding issues, paralysis,

loss of consciousness?

What are we missing?

That's everything
bad that's happened.
What about the good stuff?

You mean, like,
we should be more optimistic?

She got a little better
when we put her on steroids,

which can attack tumor cells.

Maybe she has cancer.

No hypercalcaemia,
no elevated blood proteins.

She and her mom mentioned
a trip they took to Florida
a couple of years ago.

What about dengue fever?
Cholera?

Great ideas. If dengue fever
or cholera laid in wait for
two years before suddenly...

Did your biological daughter
go swimming in Florida?

In a lake, or a pond,
or an everglade?

Yeah, there's a canal
near my mother's house.

Do you know
what's wrong with her?

Family vacations kill.

Come with me. Don't want
to explain this twice.

You're letting in the flies.
And she needs an LVAD.

No, she doesn't.

Your daughter has ascariasis.

It's a disease caused
by a parasitic worm
found in feces.

Animals used
the canal as a potty,

and the eggs from
the feces ended up
in Callie's intestine

when she went swimming.

Where they hung out,
quietly and asymptomatically
biding their time.

Until somewhere along the way,
they got knocked loose,

maybe a dive in
volleyball practice,

or maybe she
slipped on her way
into a soup kitchen.

But once they hatched,
the worms got to
work on her lungs,

her ear, and the nerves
in her legs.

The worms got agitated
by the steroids we gave her,

which started
them on their journey
to the esophagus.

And, ultimately, to the heart.

A few pills of mebendazole,
and she'll be fine.

She's feeling much better,
walking on her own.

Getting along with
her mother?

As long as I keep
bringing her muffins.

Did someone come
take her for a test?

Callie agrees with you.

That people don't change.

She said when her
mom slips again,
she didn't want to be there.

She'd rather remember
her like she is now.

Smart girl.

You got the ending you wanted.

Because I was only looking
to solve the case,
not their lives.

I don't care if
the people who work
for me are screwed up,

in fact I even encourage it,

but absolution,
do that on your own time.

Or not at all.

'Cause clearly you suck at it.

(BOTH COOING)

This is Aaron Rodgers.

Wow, 127 quarterback rating.

Do you know what
sound he makes?

(GROWLING)

(COOING)

Okay. Oy!

Um...

This is Terrell Owens.

People call him T.O.

Do you know what
sound he makes?

(IMITATING BABY CRYING)

This is Mark Sanchez.

Do you know what sound
people make about him?

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

Working late?

Husband have her tonight?

And every night.

She broke it off.

It's for the best.

I'm not really
an affair guy after all.

Sure you are, buddy.

You just lost interest
once it stopped
being an affair.

That's why you're relieved.

But don't worry,
it's not gonna end here.

You'll just have to get
your adrenaline fix
somewhere else.

When that
doesn't do it anymore,

you'll just
escalate things somehow.

At least that's
what I've been told.

I'm not like you, House.

True. No limp.