House (2004–2012): Season 8, Episode 12 - Chase - full transcript

You're bleeding
through your bandage.

Good morning.

Don't we need to
get you to a doctor?

I am a doctor.
That didn't
come up last night?

We didn't do
a lot of talking.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

(SIGHS)

I'm good.

You never told me
what caused your accident.

I was stabbed by a patient.

That'll teach me
to overbill.



(CELL PHONE BUZZES)

If she likes crippled guys,
I'm free for
the next six minutes.

What do you want?

Forty-five
year-old truck driver.

Recurrent seizures,
no metabolic or structural...

Does this look
like a good time?

Sort of. At least
as good as the other

12 times that I've
called and paged you

in the last three weeks.

Those times,
I just didn't feel like

talking to you.
Kinda like now.

I'd apologize again,
but I'm still waiting

for you to accept
the first one.

You do work for me.
I am entitled to ask
when you're coming back.



I don't know when
I'm coming back.

I don't know if
I'm coming back.

Got a problem with that?
Fire me.

(GRUNTING)

(EXHALES)

It's good to see
you in the hospital.

As a patient,
if not as a doctor.

Believe me,
I'd rather be
the guy with the clipboard.

How you doing?

Arrhythmias are gone,
fine motor control's
improving.

Not what I meant.

If you need to
talk to someone,
a professional...

I'm fine.

Fine enough to
get back to work?

You don't have
to work for House,

but you do owe me
20 clinic hours.

What? Getting knifed
doesn't buy me an extension?

Buys you whatever you need.
But I know you.

If all you do is
physical therapy,

and your
nighttime version of it,

you'll lose your mind faster
than you regain
those fine motor skills.

I have this terrible
pain in my left shoulder.
It came out of nowhere.

SISTER JOAN:
And nothing seems to help.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Any other symptoms?
Chest pain?
Light-headedness?

No, none at all.

What were you doing
when the pain came on?

Just sitting and praying.

She'd been helping to
make the altar breads

that morning,
but no hard physical work,

or repetitive motion.

Couple of possibilities.

You have enlarged
lymph nodes, so

I'd like to start by
ruling out breast cancer.

And I do mean rule out.
It's probably nothing.

I'm gonna do
a quick breast exam.

Do you mind
stepping out for a moment?

Not at all.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

That was so I could ask
about the second possibility.

Left-sided pain
means it could be angina,
which is made worse by stress.

Might not be
a coincidence
that the pain

started on the verge
of a major life change.

How did you know?

Blue veil means
you're a postulant,

haven't taken your vows yet.

Brown vestments
means you're Carmelites,

cloistered nuns,
which explains the chaperone.

You're about to withdraw
from the world for good.

I was a seminarian.

Who obviously
didn't take his vows.

Cassock made
my ass look fat.

Do you mind
unbuttoning your shirt
and lying down for me?

Okay.

I have had second thoughts.
I'm kind of a wreck.

A life of perpetual enclosure
and almost complete silence?

If you weren't
wrestling with this,

I'd say there's something
really wrong with you.

I'm going to admit you.

There's a little mass here,
and I'd like to
get it checked out.

It's just
a benign fat deposit,
her imaging's clean.

Stress test, too.
It's not angina.
So why the shoulder pain?

Is it possible that
she hurt her shoulder?

Thanks a lot.

I didn't tell him.

You were cagey about
where you were going,

and Chase has been
cagey in general.

Good chance l'd
find the two of you
in the same cage,

so I had Park follow you.

How are you feeling?

Better.

Heard your arm's
healing nicely.

Good to see you
on your feet.

Patient's a nun?

Were you turning back to your
long-abandoned faith
in time of trouble?

She was next up in the clinic.
And I don't want your help.

You got stabbed,
you blame me.

But what did
you learn about me

that you hadn't
known for years?

Maybe I was an idiot before,
and I'm not one now.

Or maybe
the reverse is true.

Thanks for all your help.

Your soul sister is
having a fungal infection

from the unprocessed wheat
in the altar breads.

Explains the shoulder pain
and the jumbo lymph nodes.

Thanks for all my help.

I'm sorry I led
House to you.

It's part of the job.

Maybe we could get
a meal after work tonight

if you want
some companionship.

You asking me out
on a date?

No. I just...
I guess that sounded...

Must be scary to be back.
All those knives and needles,

infected blood and tissue
everywhere you look.

Just thought you
might need someone
to talk to about it.

Just knowing you're
there for me is enough.
Thanks.

Ever surf Kirra Point?

Obviously you're Australian.

I've surfed all
over the Gold Coast.
Don't tell me you have.

The closest I
got was Waimea Bay.
I grew up on Maui.

If you don't mind me asking,
why are you becoming a nun?

You're asking because I surf?

Well, I know that Jesus
walked on water, but...
(LAUGHS)

Plus the average postulant's
a lot younger than you.

What were
you doing before this?

Not much of anything.
Worked as a nanny,

moved around a lot,
bunch of failed relationships.

And then what?
God spoke to you?
You heard the calling?

Something like that.

Does there have to be
some dramatic moment
where the skies part?

Usually, yeah.

Is that what happened
to you when you
entered the seminary?

Mom drank, Dad worked,
they stuck me in
Catholic school.

Priests and nuns
were the closest
I had to family.

Turned out that wasn't
much of a reason
to join the priesthood.

Is that why you left?

Something like that.

I think I may throw up.

What's wrong with me?

Not a fungal infection.

You're probably wondering,
why the soda balloons.

I'm not.

Well, I'll tell you.
You're not the only one

whose life
spiraled out of control

when you got
knifed in the ventricle.

Taub has decided...

I need help with my patient.

She's vomiting.
That's not from
a fungal infection.

So what are you
planning to do now

that you're not
working for me?

I have no idea.

Almost dying's
been clarifying.
I can do anything.

You can do anything,
so you come back to

the same building you
worked in for years?

Guess you can cross
that off your bucket list.

Can we get to my
patient sometime soon?

As soon as you admit that
you're a confused mess, sure.

You'll help me.
Because even though

you don't find my
case interesting,

you find my interest
in it interesting.

When you put it that way...
Ascending cholangitis.

Missed me!

It can't be,
bilirubin's normal.

Clinical signs
can show up days
before lab signs.

(LAUGHS MOCKINGLY)

This is great, we should
make this a regular thing.

She can't feel
her foot at all.

What does this mean?

Means I've gotta spend
more time consulting
with a colleague.

His 17-ketosteroid
levels are low.
How can he be...

He tried to
tongue-kiss Park
when you were closer.

Think his sexuality's normal?

I need more help.
My patient has a new symptom,
ischemic foot.

Get the lecture
out of your system,
so we can talk about my case.

Let me start
with an allegory...

(EXCLAIMS IN SURPRISE)

Okay, I'm curious...

Your overreaction
to your stabbing is

to blame me even as
you're drawn to me.

Taub's is to take moronic
self-defense classes

that won't defend
him against anything.

Krav Maga.
Which helped me
block your shot,

and will continue to
help me defend myself

in a building full of
drugged-up strangers.

Taub has to accept that
by instinct and genetics,

he is a coward,
who's better off running

and hiding at
the first sign of danger.

I've already fended off
six of your
blitzkriegs in a row.

And the seventh?
And the eighth?
And the nth?

If you get him,
what's that gonna prove?

That unexpected
things happen.

By definition, no class
can teach you to expect them.

Which is why Taub is
idiotic to study them,

and you're idiotic
to attach any
significance to them.

Blood clot.

Her D-dimer's normal.

On the other hand...

(GRUNTS)

What if he's right
about the blockage,
but wrong about the cause?

Vasospasm.

Explain everything
but the lymph nodes...

Any minor infection could
have caused those.

Calcium channel
blocker to treat.

Are you okay?

I almost got you killed
by bringing a scalpel
into that room.

I could feel
better about that.
You saved my life, too.

I think the ledger's clear.

But how can you
not be traumatized?

Can't change what happened.

I can only make
better choices from here.

So you're Zen about it,
but won't let go of
your anger toward House.

I'm seeing
a trauma counselor.
I think you should, too.

I'm okay.
Just knowing you're
there for me is enough.

The convent
lets you have this?

I borrowed it from
one of the nurses.

I'm still on temporary vows.

It may be
the last time I hear
Eminem for a while.

You're using an iPod,
but I've never seen
you use rosary beads.

What day did Jesus die?

I know,
one gospel says Passover,
another says the day before.

How many times
did the cock crow
before Peter's third denial?

Once or twice?

You can't argue away my faith.

Why? Because it's so strong
even plain contradictions...

Because it's not that strong.

I'm not saying
I don't have faith.

I just haven't
felt the calling yet.

No one joins the clergy
without having an epiphany.

Like God's love is
speaking to you directly.

It's the silence,
the contemplation, the order.

I need them.

I'm hoping everything
else will come later.

That's not an answer.
If you want silence,
you can get earplugs.

I tried the outside world.
It wasn't enough.

Have you been married?
No.

No kids?
You never found a career?

Doesn't sound like
the outside world
got much of a try.

What you're
headed towards now...

Fourteen hours
a day in silent prayer,

never having a family,

never touching
another human being...

Just because that's what
you'd miss the most...

The nurses talk.

Nothing's wrong
with having fun.

They said you
were almost killed
three weeks ago.

You go right back to fun?

Is that why you
want to be a nun?
Someone broke your heart?

No.

I'm just looking
for something more.

So am I.

I'm late for
work in the clinic.

Really? George Washingbaum?

He was a character
in the Flintsteins.

Just hiding out till
House leaves the cafeteria.

Those self-defense classes,

you think they're making
any kind of difference?

Not as much as
House's surprise attacks.

He thinks three steps ahead,
so I do, too.

Which is why you
should accept his apology
and come back on the team.

He's annoying, he's maddening,
but he makes us all better.

Note to self.

Foot color's good,
arterial pulse is good,

capillary refill's good.

And her shoulder
pain's all gone.

Looks like you're
ready to go home.

I'll get the car
and meet you out front.

I'd say I'm in the book,
but not the one you'll
be reading from now on.

Six years ago,
I was a nanny in Honolulu.

For this beautiful
two-year-old boy.

I loved him,
probably spent more time
with him than his own parents.

One day, I was in the park,
talking with another nanny.

He wandered out
of the sandbox,
into the street,

into the path
of a moving car.

That could've
happened to anyone.

I don't think so.

And even if it did,
they'd blame themselves

for the rest of
their lives, too.

You shouldn't.

And you shouldn't run
from what can
still be a good life.

I'm running to God.

After what happened to you,
don't you want to
remake your life?

Not by hiding myself away.

I hope it works out for you.

It is gonna be hard,

not touching anyone.

Who knew Mother Inferior
was a smokin' hottie?

No wonder you're
playing handsies with her.

You think I'm
hitting on a nun?

Angry at God,
or I just need a challenge?

Or you're
terrified of intimacy,

which is why
you're a serial slut,

but right now you're grasping
at an emotional life raft.

Ideally, someone for whom
intimacy's not an option.

That actually makes sense,
which I can't say

about anything else
you've been doing.

I'm not emotionally
involved with her.

And much as I'd love
to hear you contradict me,

I have a 7:30
appointment to explore

my intimacy
issues at La Scala.

I'm talking to this agent,
he's a bit of a sleaze,

but he's really excited
about representing me.

Although he can't take on
any new clients right now,

he's trying to
get me an audition
for one of those online soaps.

Have you ever
watched one of those?

Am I boring you?

Unfortunately, yeah. Sorry.

Hi.

You're not
supposed to be here.
Or anywhere.

You were right,
I was running away.

Oh, now you're shy.

It's brighter in the morning.

So, are we gonna
spend the rest of
eternity in a lake of fire

while pointy-tailed
demons poke at us
with sticks?

This is
a little scary for me.

I had a whole life planned,
not that I wasn't
struggling with it...

And then I met you.

Don't worry,
I know you're not
the relationship type.

I'm not not
the relationship type.
I was married once.

(LAUGHS) Relax.
You're fine.

So what's next for you?

I have to find
a place to live,

get my old job back...

I'm sure I'll feel guilty,
start doubting...

Well, as long as
you keep dealing with

your doubts in
the same way, then...

Moira?

I'm sorry,
did you say something?

Your neck...
What?

Are your ears ringing?

Yeah.

What does that mean?

(VOMITS)

Let me get you
back to the hospital
right away.

The artery
that's bringing blood

to your brain,
it's coming apart.

It means you could stroke.
I've paged a team
of our best doctors.

I don't have
to cough as much.

It's clotted up.

Is that bad?
We're almost there.

CHASE: Get me her O2 level.

What are you doing?

I want to make
sure I can position
her wrist properly.

For what?
ABG.

I don't need an ABG,
just get a pulse ox.

I'll do it,
grab a consent form. Go.

We need to
operate right now, okay?

Good. To operate.

Can you repeat this?
"No ifs, ands
or buts about it."

No about it, and no ifs...

Get her into OR 11.

Carotid dissection,
four-inch pulsatile mass

in her neck,
and some Broca's aphasia.

There's gotta be a clot
keeping her from bleeding out.

Pulse?

Bounding, four-plus.
It was a three-plus

twenty minutes ago.

Twenty?

I thought she just got here.

That blood looks pretty dry.
Cut yourself shaving?

You know, that can
happen when the nun

you woke up with
coughs blood on you.

You slept with a nun?

Forget nun,
you slept with a patient?

Former. To both.

HOUSE: lnternal neck trauma?
That's impressive.

It's happened to me
a few times. Up high.

Dr. Chase.

The clot's broken.
Bring her in
and pack her nose.

We're gonna need
number three Vicryls.

We're gonna fix this.

You're not going
to operate on her?

Kapur and Carlyle
are unavailable,

Reilly's done far
fewer dissections
than I have.

He's also slept
with her far fewer
times than you have.

Your judgment's
compromised.

I spent the night with her,
doesn't change how
I make an incision.

Tell him.

Do the surgery.

You're trying to
score points with him

at the risk of
a patient's life.

He's the better surgeon.

Vascular clamp.
You're not going to
put her on bypass?

It'd take a half
hour to set up.

You clamp now,
she could stroke out.

She's already got
neurological symptoms.

We wait 30 minutes,
she'll definitely
have brain damage.

You're trying to
make sure she's
either perfect or dead.

She's not going to die.
If I get this done

in five minutes,
she won't stroke out.

You don't know
that you will.

And you can't know
because you can't think
clearly about her.

Vascular clamp.

Occlusion time,
9:46, 23 seconds.

Vascular scissors.

We're over five minutes.

Ultrasound.

Good flow.
Lighten the anesthesia.

You're not going to
close the wound first?

No.

(COUGHING)

Can you hear me?

Repeat this.
"No ifs, ands or buts."

"No ifs.. ands or buts."

I'm sorry about before.

You're scared, aren't you?

That's why you
wanted companionship.

It's why you cried out
when House shot at Taub.

What exactly
are you scared of?

A needle stick?
Some other nut
pulling a scalpel?

I'm scared of everything.

It sucks that
there was a stabbing,
but you'll get over it.

Like you have?

You weren't even there.
I know. I...

I left the room,
it was pure luck...

I was in the room.
That was pure luck, too.

I get that you're
scared and guilty.
You're still a doctor.

I don't have time to
teach you to act like one.

We removed the artery,
found nodules.

Could mean lupus.

Negative ANA.
Where are you going?

Great thing
about assigning Taub
fraudulent lab work

is you know exactly
where he's gonna end up.

Great thing
about assigning Taub
obviously fraudulent lab work

is you get to watch
his inner paranoiac at work.

And then,

two to the head.

Can we talk
about my patient?

Quite a journey.

Starts with a surgical
tool in your heart,

and ends with
a surgeon's tool in a nun.

What's the plan?
The plan's to cure her.

If it's not meaningless sex,
kinda screams out
for an end-game.

You're the dog that's
chasing the Popemobile.
You sure you want...

Oh, my God.

Taub is interrogating
the janitor.

He must think that
I hired him to attack.

Actually,
why didn't I do that?

Plaques could be
confused for nodules.

Which would mean...
Syphilis?

Explains the shoulder
and foot involvement.

Hope you practiced
immaculate contraception.

Lock and load.

Boo-yah!

(SPUTTERS)

Boo-yah to you, too.

But I hadn't
had sex in years.

Tertiary syphilis
means you've had

the disease for
at least that long.

Does that mean
you also have it?

Probably not
contagious at this point.

Can it cause hallucinations?

It's unlikely. Why?

While I was on
the operating table,
it didn't feel like a dream,

I saw the boy who
I was caring for,

the one who died.

He walked right up to me.

What did he say?

He just held my hand.

It was like he forgave me.

Do you think that's crazy?

I think it should
give you solace..
help you to move on.

(KNOCKING)

FOREMAN: You slept
with your patient?

You're off the case.

I saved her
from brain damage.

You think my judgment's
the least bit compromised?

She's still sick.
If she dies, we'll be

in the middle of
a brand new investigation.

This is about you
covering your own ass?

I gave you time, leeway,

and you decided to do
whatever the hell you wanted.

House can dance
all over the rules,

gets me knifed,
and he gets a pass.

I break a rule,
no one gets hurt,

but you kick me
off my own case?

Unfortunately, yes.

I'm sorry.
I took that
scalpel for you.

That's why I did this.

Three weeks ago,
you never would have
slept with a patient.

And you never would have
operated on her after.

You need help.

I need to get away from House
and everything that
reminds me of him.

By breaking the rules,
not caring what
anyone else thinks?

You're gonna
get away from him
by turning into him?

(PAGER BEEPING)

It hurts.

(GROANS)

Right upper quadrant,
pain and distension.

What's wrong with my stomach?

Nothing. This is your liver.

The liver failure
could be from
intraoperative hypotension.

Checked the anesthesia sheet,
pressure was fine throughout.

Thrombus?

That voice in the hall
that none of us
have any reason

to be listening to is,
not surprisingly, wrong.

Abdominal
ultrasound was negative.

Then we have to
assume liver failure's

just another symptom
of whatever she's got.

Trousseau's
syndrome could send clots,
cause the ischemic foot,

add the enlarged lymph node,
macrocytosis...

Disseminated
T-cell lymphoma.

Wilson said it wasn't cancer.

Wilson says it's
not breast cancer.

Sarcoidosis.

Normal ACE level.

Highly insensitive
for sarcoid.

Negative chest X-rays aren't.

Then we've gotta biopsy.

Yeah, Foreman's
clearly wrong.

You're clearly not
grasping at straws,

because you're clearly not
emotionally involved.

I know you want to
believe this is something

we can cure.
It's not. I'm sorry.

How soon will they
know if it's cancer?

Within hours.

And if it is?

There's always chemo.

You say that like
it's not gonna work.

It could extend your life.

Years?

I'll be here as
much as you need.

You still never told me
why you left the seminary.

Mary Knoller.

Wife of the groundskeeper.

He caught me with her,
got me with a rake.

Those scars on my ass
you may have noticed...
(CHUCKLES)

Why didn't you
tell me that before?

Because it was so shallow.

I wasn't exactly
wrestling with great
theological questions.

I don't believe that.

You don't sleep with
the groundskeeper's wife,

not unless you're
struggling with
whether you belong there.

I always wanted to believe.
Would've made my life
a lot easier.

It never took.

Doesn't

mean

it's too late.

Are you having trouble
talking, like before?

I can get the words out...

Just feels heavy when I do.

Where?

Wherever my
chewing muscles are.

I'll be right back.

House finally got you?

He tried, but...
I gotta go.

You should have seen it,
it was perfect.
(YELLING)

(GRUNTS)

She has jaw claudication.

If you only heard
claudication and
carotid dissection...

I'd say giant cell arteritis,

and I'd tell your
former teammates
to put her on steroids.

She's gonna live.

Yeah.

And then what?

MOIRA: They say my liver
function's better,

that I can get
out of here soon.

And when you do,
I want to take you
to Puerto Escondido.

Mexico?

The Mexican Pipeline.

Early May is when the surf
really picks up, but...

What's wrong?

I spoke to the prioress...

You're going back?

I felt the calling.

When you saw the boy?

I felt God's love.. his grace.
I've been waiting my
entire life for that.

It's not real.

I know you
didn't feel anything
when you almost died. I did.

You felt oxygen deprivation,
you felt your brain
releasing noradrenaline.

You didn't say that before.

I wanted you to
move on with your life.

I wanted to reassure you.
I wanted you to feel better.

And now you don't?

Now...

I think I love you.

"Noradrenaline and
Near-Death Experiences."
Oh, dear.

You saw God?

She did.
She wants to go
back to the monastery.

And now you're preparing
a PowerPoint presentation

to keep her in your garden
of earthly delights.

You're an idiot.

Because I've
found someone I love?

Because you're an idiot.

At least you two
have that in common.

Her feelings are based on
a chemical process.
They're gonna wear off.

You just slept with her,
your brain is
exploding with oxytocin.

You think that's gonna last
through the ages?

She's throwing away her life
because of blind faith.

So are you.

She's found something
she wants to build
her life around.

It's a total illusion,
but apparently she'll take

a little ignorance
with her bliss.

And you want to
take that away.

How many times have
you thrown the truth
in people's faces?

Because it's the truth.
Not because

we're gonna live
happily ever after.

Either your
relationship just blows up

like every other
non-magical romance,

or she stays with you
but blames you for

stripping all
the meaning out of her life.

This has nothing to
do with the truth.

You don't like that
I'm reassessing my life,

that I want to
change it, that I can.

Anyone can screw up a life.
I never said that
wasn't possible.

You're incapable
of human connection,

so you want
everyone to be like you.

If I wanted you
to be like me,

I would be urging
you to make a stupid,
stubborn decision

that blows up your
life and leaves you
lonely and miserable.

You reassess your life
when you've made mistakes.

You didn't.
You just got stabbed.

Don't look at the book.

I haven't done a jugular line
since my residency,

I don't want to
needle the carotid.

What's the first step?

Palpate the SCM.
Where?

Middle third of the neck.

I'm happy I knew you.

So am I.

Robert.

FOREMAN: Twenty-four-year-old
water treatment worker

with pyrexia
and double vision.

A mystery.

HOUSE: How'd he get sick
working in a sewer?

Ed Norton was
the picture of health.

Abscess?

Would have seen it
on the MRI.

Diphtheria paralyzing
the ocular muscles?

PARK: No, paralysis
was first. Aneurysm?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)