House (2004–2012): Season 8, Episode 18 - Body and Soul - full transcript

(DOOR OPENING)

(GASPING)

Who are you?

What are you doing?
Get out of here!

Mom!

(GROWLS)

LIDA: Lue? Lue?

Are you okay?

(GASPING)

Okay, honey, calm down.

It's all right.
You were just having
another bad dream.



I can't breathe.
Yes, you can.

You're fine. Just relax.
(GASPING)

Just take slow,
deep breaths.
Nice and easy.

There's nothing
to be afraid of.

I'm trying, but I can't.

Relax.

Slow, deep breaths.

I can't.

Lue?

Oh, my God. Lue?

Lue, wake up!

Wake up, Lue! Come on!

Lue!

FOREMAN: Been paging you
for over two hours.



Must've been in the shower.

And then I had
to moisturize.

Eight-year-old boy
was brought into the ER

last night with acute
respiratory distress.

No history of...

No history of asthma
or allergies and his
chest x-ray is clear.

Actually, I had to
moisturize twice.

Dominika made
Oysters Rockefeller
last night.

Kid's been having
night terrors.

Woke up in the middle
of one in full
respiratory arrest.

Stress-induced
panic attack.

Tell the parents
to lay off the grades.

The world needs
fry cooks, too.

He does great in school.
The parents are divorced,

but it was amicable
and Dad's moved out
of state.

You seen Wilson around?

The dreams
are about an ugly old hag
trying to strangle him.

The family's Hmong.

SUNDS.

Sudden unexpected
nocturnal death syndrome.

AKA BS name for,
"No one's figured out
why they died."

Over 100 in the early '80s,

only male, only Hmong.

Healthy right up
until the moment
they died in their sleep.

What was he
dreaming about?
It doesn't matter.

It's a dream.
It doesn't mean anything.

If the nightmare's
scary enough,
meaningful or not,

it could cause
a catecholamine surge and
ventricular fibrillation.

An ancient demon,
called a dab,

was sitting on him,
strangling him.

Think that qualifies.

Except in the
rational part of the file

where it says his EKG's
within normal limits.
It's not his heart.

What about
obstructive sleep apnoea?

Sleep apnoea
wouldn't have caused

breathing problems
after he woke up.

What did you dream of?

I never remember my dreams.

But you're certain that
they're insignificant.

Defensively so.

I was defending science.

You were defensively
defending science.

Lung damage
from inhaled toxins

could keep causing problems
after he woke up.

Or an upper
respiratory infection.

Okay. Chase and Park,
start IV antibiotics
for pneumonia.

Taub and Adams,
go check the home
for toxins.

Can I go with Taub?

It was my idea.

Right.

'Cause for
a moment there I thought

you were uncomfortable
around Chase

because you had
a nocturnal Australian.

You can go with
whoever you want.

But all of you,
read all of these files.

Do you believe
a spirit could be
hurting your son?

No, of course not.

Because if he's been
taught to believe that,

it is possible
for the fear alone
to affect heart function.

I'm an engineer.
I know illnesses aren't
caused by evil spirits.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to,
I just had to check.

Anything else
you need to check?

No.

I had a dream.

House, we can talk later.

Relax, I'm a doctor.

Your spectacular breasts
mean nothing to me.

House. House.

Later.

I had sex with Dominika.

In a dream?

It wasn't literally sex.
Technically, it was flossing,

but you know,
teeth, testicles.

I think the symbolism
is pretty clear.

"Later" just changed
to "never".

I'll tell you what
would be weirder.

If you didn't dream
about having sex
with Chase.

Have you?
No.

But I've dreamed
about having sex

with a lot of people
I work with

and it didn't
freak me out.

That's different.

How?

'Cause you've actually
had sex with a lot of people
at work

and that hasn't
freaked you out.

Good point.

So you're worried
about what it means?

I'm not worried.
It means nothing.

It means something,
doesn't it?

I work with him.
I can't want to
sleep with him.

Maybe Chase just
represents work.

You're just falling
in love with your job.

It has been very
satisfying lately.

You smell that?

Yeah. (SNIFFS)
It smells like a wet dog.

It's mold.
It's not mold.

It's definitely mold.

I don't see any sign
of water damage.

Holy crap.

It looked like
a slaughterhouse.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

It was clean
when we left.

You're telling us
some random person
broke into your house

to dismember a pig
in your son's bedroom?

A pig?

My father-in-law.

What did you do?

What you should
have done weeks ago,
when the dreams started.

I'm saving Lue.

(MONITOR BEEPING)
REBECCA: He's coding!
Need a doctor in here!

V-tach. No pulse.

Oh, my God.
Push one milligram epi.

Paddles. Charge to 50.
REBECCA: Charging.

TAUB: Clear.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

(lNDISTINCT)

Still V-tach.

Charge to 100.

100.

TAUB: Clear.

Charging...
Wait. Normal sinus rhythm.

(COUGHING)

He's stable,
but we've obviously
got a second symptom.

Yeah, yeah, kid's in V-tach.
Tell me about
the luau in his bedroom.

It's a traditional
Hmong ceremony.

It's supposed to call
back the kid's soul.

Hasn't he heard
of star 69?

TAUB: There's more.

The reason grandpa thinks
the kid's soul was stolen

is because
he's convinced his son,

the kid's father,
had his stolen as well.

He beat his boss to death.

The dad didn't move away,
he's in prison.

PTSD could definitely cause
breathing problems and...

It's not PTSD.

Even if the kid
wasn't there,

just hearing
what the dad did...

But he hasn't.

It happened when he was two,
and all he's ever been told

is that his parents divorced
and his dad moved away.

The heart thing indicates
a malignant arrhythmia.

He needs an EP study.

How many of the other files
showed malignant arrhythmias?

None.
Then forget the EP.

What about
acute pericarditis?

Explains the dyspnoea.

How many of
the other files...

TAUB: It's exacerbated
by lying supine,

so the symptoms
would get worse
when he goes to sleep.

Just like all 100
of the others.

Do an echo to check
the pericardium.

See if you can find
any cardio-active toxins
in the home samples.

Can I just say that
I very much enjoy my job?

No, no, please.

No need to apologize
for your earlier behavior.

The floss was mint,
probably because of
this green G-string

she hangs up to dry
in the bathroom.

My watch must have stopped.
Apparently it's
already "never".

You might want to
forward your calls.

You do not want
the Reader's Digest version
on this.

There was a very tight
hygienist's uniform,

suggestive use of
a water sprayer...

The floss isn't sex.
It's guilt.

It's tying you up
for throwing away
the INS notification

granting Dominika
her citizenship.

She can move out
but she still
doesn't know it,

which means
you're basically
holding her prisoner.

Tell her the truth
and leave me alone.

Really?
What?

You startled me.

We work together every day,
usually under
a fair amount of stress.

It's only natural I pop
into a subconscious thought
every once in a while.

Have you ever dreamt
about having sex with me?

No.

You paused.

No, I didn't.
You think I'm lying?

No. I think you were
fighting the urge
to snap the word "no"

because your subconscious
finds the idea abhorrent.

(PAGERS BEEPING)

So if I snap
it's offensive,

and if I don't snap
it's offensive for
the exact same reason?

Talk to your subconscious.

This is becoming weird
because you're
making it weird.

So you don't find
the idea abhorrent?

I work with you.
I don't have to
answer that question.

You just did.

What happened?

Echo was negative
but he has severe
abdominal pain.

UItrasound didn't suggest
any intestinal blockages,

but he's severely
constipated.

No spores, clostridium,
or organic toxins
in the kitchen samples.

Nothing in the
bedroom either.

We need to scope him
and we're gonna need to
clear his bowel first.

We should biopsy
his thyroid.

For an impacted bowel?

Hashimoto's thyroiditis
would explain

his lung, heart and
intestinal involvement.

And if you think
we still need
House's approval,

it also explains
dying in his sleep.

Nice call.

When you invite me
for dinner, I thought maybe
you take me to a restaurant.

Or have plates.

Yeah. Sorry.

Idiot delivery guy
forgot them.
Hmm.

The idiot delivery guy,
or the idiot guy

whose food you stole from
lounge refrigerator, huh?

You've gotten
to know me pretty well.

My citizenship
depends on it, right?

Yeah.

That's actually why
I wanted to talk to you.

You heard news?

Yeah.

So, what news?

They want us to come in
for another interview?

No.

Since we hadn't
heard anything, I called.

And they said
it's gonna be
a couple weeks.

Maybe a month
till they finalize
their decision.

A month?

Yeah, I know. It sucks.

No, it does not suck
to live with you.

It's been fun,
but, you know,
I just want to be legal.

And you will be. Absolutely.

In the meantime...

You ever shot anyone?

No. Get away.

Look, this needle
isn't nearly as big
as the one in your arm,

and that didn't hurt,
did it?

I don't want it.
They need to do it, Lue.

You'll only feel
a little pinch

as we give you
the numbing medicine.

After that you
won't feel a thing.

No!

Lue, calm down,
it's gonna be okay.

(SPEAKING HMONG)

What's he saying?
What's the problem?

I don't know.

He's saying
it's too late.

There's nothing we can do.

It's Hmong.

He doesn't speak Hmong.
He's never even heard it.

XANG:
It isn't him speaking.

It's the dab.

TAUB: He's seizing.

Oh, my God!

Need some lorazepam in here!

Seizure rules out
Hashimoto's.

Yeah, that's the issue.

Not that we have
no rational explanation

for how the patient
spoke a language
he's never even heard.

I've got one.

(SPEAKING HMONG)

It means "you're a bunch
of pathetic idiots" in Hmong.

Or it doesn't.

But you wouldn't know
because none of you
speak Hmong.

Kid, on the other hand,
is presumably fluent
in gibberish.

The grandfather
speaks Hmong.
He translated.

He heard what
he wanted to hear

because if his grandson
really is possessed,

that means his son
really is possessed,

which is a giant
step up from being a
sledge-hammering psychopath.

Whatever it was
preceded a seizure.

It's obviously
a neurological symptom.

Scleroderma,
advanced to the point that
it's affecting his brain?

Interesting.

So we should
start treating with...

Interesting that you
keep falling for it
when I say, "Interesting."

The scleroderma part
was idiotic.

We'd have seen
skin involvement.

The interesting part
is that you and Park agree

but you're not able
to look at each other.

Um... I'm looking at her.

I'm looking at him.

Good. Now lick your lips.

Rasmussen's encephalitis.

Diffuse spotty inflammation
could hit the autonomic
centers of the brain.

(HOUSE TYPING)

(SPEAKING HMONG)

That's Hmong for
"get an MRI to confirm."

Rasmussen's encephalitis?

But he'll be okay?

With treatment,
it's manageable.

And it explains
all the things that
have happened to him?

We think so...
You're wrong.

And you're wasting
my grandson's time.

Neurological issues
can cause a person
to speak in tongues,

speak with an accent...

He wasn't
speaking in tongues.

In times of stress,
our senses can fool us
into believing...

I know the difference
between science and faith.

And when my son started
having the same dreams
my grandson is having,

science couldn't help him.

I'm sorry if your son
suffered from
mental illness, but...

Kao was not crazy.

He was bright,
caring, happy.

Until the bad dreams came.

I don't want to
watch it happen again.

Please don't
scare the boy.

It won't help him
get better.

TAUB: Axial view of the
mid-brain level looks good.
Moving onto thalamic.

I had another dream
last night.

This time
it was about you.

Really?
See.

That's how you're
supposed to react.

When a woman tells you
she's dreamt about you,

you should be thrilled,

even if not interested
in her whatsoever.

You're an idiot,
you know that?

Well.. I definitely
won't be dreaming
about you tonight.

I'm jealous of you two.

You couldn't be
more different and yet,

you have this
good thing happening.

You support each other,
you like each other.

Don't let House
screw it up.

We're not that different.

Yeah, you are.

Well, apparently
there are some things
about you I don't know.

I served one year
in police unit.

And you're just telling
your husband now?

Immigration doesn't know,

no need
for husband to know.

(PAGER BEEPING)

What is happening
to boy with demons?

An absence of evidence
on an MRI,

which my team has mistaken
for evidence of absence.

This is what
I am not understanding.

How can
you believe in dark matters
but not in dark spirits?

Is the idea of demons
so different than
the Higgs boson?

We can't see it,
but we can see the impact
of its presence.

I borrowed
your physics book.

I read while in bathroom.

So you're a deadeye shot,

and enjoy reading
quantum physics
on the crapper.

I read in bathtub.

Better image. Thank you.

The doctors say
my brain is sick.

Your doctors are
trying their best

but they aren't looking
in the right place.

Yeah, I know
this is a lot to put
on an eight-year-old,

but you've angered
our ancestors

by ignoring them.

Now, do you remember
how to talk to them?

Yeah, that's right.

Good. Now, close your eyes

and we will ask
for forgiveness together.

(INAUDIBLE)

You're doing good.

But we have to do more.

The evil spirits
are in the air.

And the only way
to stop them

is by stopping the air.

(GASPS)

You have to be brave.

I'm not trying
to hurt you.

This will help you.

I know it will.

TAUB: Lue, are you okay?

I can't wake him up.

Lue? Lue?

You're safe,
you're in the hospital.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Get Grandpa away!
He's not here, honey.

It was just a dream.

He was choking me!

No, Lue, it wasn't real.

It was.
He grabbed my neck!

Those bruises
weren't there before.

He had the dream,
then he had the bruising.

HOUSE: More likely,

and by "likely",
I mean rationally,
it was the other way around.

His brain
felt the pain in his neck,

created the dream
to explain it.

Coagulopathy.

Lung problems cause
a clotting disturbance.

He would have
bruises everywhere.

Is it really preposterous

that dreams can have
physical manifestations?

The short answer is...

Thoughts during sleep
can and do cause
physical changes.

Is that right, Dr. Park?

Did you wake up
this morning experiencing
physical changes?

It's medically relevant.
Her dream
doesn't mean anything.

Can we start acting
like it doesn't
mean anything?

Sure. We could
also start acting

like walls
don't mean anything.

But then we'd hurt
our noses.

You've been taking
the high road.

You haven't been teasing
in an obviously
teasable situation

because you know
it does mean something.

She hates the dream
because it makes
her feel vulnerable.

You love the dream
because it makes you
feel superior.

The poor lass
who can't help but fall
sway to your charms,

and you're bestowing
upon her the gift of
illusory irrelevance.

Can you please
hint to House that
you had a sex dream?

I'd really prefer
not to get distracted

with trying to cure
the patient today.

I refuse to divulge
my dreams about
girl-on-girl loofa action.

The bruising could
indicate anemia,

a vitamin C deficiency,
or even leukemia.

That is so weird
that you and I
had the same dream.

I assume yours also ends
with me achieving ecstasy

while simultaneously
placing third in the
New York City Marathon.

Third?

I'm a realist.

Liver failure
can cause gibberish

from encephalopathy,
constipation,

bruising,
and breathing problems.

Hepatic fibrosis
could hit someone his age.

So let's hit his liver.
Get a biopsy.

Angle a bit more superiorly.

He keeps having
these nightmares
that become real.

They really hurt him.

I don't want to believe
that a nightmare
can do that, but...

I'm struggling with it, too.
But these things can
be explained medically.

But you haven't.

Every doctor,
every idea they've had,

it's been wrong.

Liver biopsy's back.
Team's about to meet.

You're back to avoiding
eye contact with me?

House got to you again?

Want me to gaze
longingly into your eyes

as I tell you
the test results?

I want you to
treat me like a friend.

Which means
getting over the fact

that you like me
more than I like you.

Yeah, egotism and preening
really turn me on.

Too bad I'm not
attracted to androgyny

and self-pity or
you'd have it made.

Because anyone
who hasn't gotten wet from
your petri dish of STDs

clearly has
low self-esteem.

Bitch.

Dick.

CHI: Are you coming?

Why didn't your lips move
when you said that?

Chase, are you coming?

The liver biopsy's back.

I'll be right there.

Biopsy was negative
for fibrosis.

So once again
you don't know what's wrong.

It's always good to
rule out the bad things.

NURSE: Doctors.

LIDA: God.

Was he...

Yes.

He was levitating.

Cool.

So the one thing
we know for sure is,
he was not levitating.

He was floating
six inches off the bed.

He could've just
been arching his back
off the bed.

Yes. But then I would
have come into
the room and reported

that the patient was
weirdly arching his back
off the bed.

It was his whole body.
He was levitating.

So many questions.

Starting with,

why did Chase
address his comment

to someone who wasn't
even in the room?

Hocus pocus,
on my feet you
idiots must focus.

(MOANS)

I feel so drained.

The kid's not a magician.

Of course not,
he's the lovely assistant.

His Grandpa Pig Sticker's
waving the wand.

Middling with,

is Chase trying
to avoid Taub

or is he trying to prove
that he's not avoiding Park?

JESSICA: We checked the bed.

There were
no platforms or wires.
This wasn't a trick.

Tetanus can cause
muscle rigidity.

Maybe he was propped up
by his heel and elbow.

Except he wasn't.

Tetanus wouldn't cause
that kind of
breathing difficulty.

And ending with,

if Chase is trying
not to avoid Park,

why is he doing this today
and not yesterday?

But hypocalcaemia could,

and the enema
we administered to cure
his constipation

had a high phosphorus load,

which could make him
transiently hypocalcaemic.

It's a long shot.

But at least
it has the benefit
of being rational.

Go pump up his electrolytes
and start beta-blockers.

And good news for Park.

I think Chase had
a sex dream about you.

Dreams don't mean anything.

I don't know.
Nothing you've
done has helped.

If we don't start
and he has another seizure,

the neurological damage
could be permanent.

My father-in-law...

He thinks the calling
ceremony didn't work
because Lue wasn't there.

And you think
he's right?

I don't know.

I'm sorry, but there's
no way we can allow him
to perform an exorcism

in your
son's hospital room.

Then I will have
to take him home.

A day ago you were insulted
I'd even think you
might believe that stuff.

And now you're willing
to stop all treatment
so you can try it?

Maybe Xang was
right about Kao.

The man I loved
wasn't evil and would
never do what he did.

He was possessed.

And my son needs
his soul back.

Why not?

As long as he doesn't
feed the kid anything
or put anything on his skin

that we haven't
verified as harmless,
what's the problem?

I agree.

And since
we're establishing
a new policy of,

"What the hell,
we'll try anything,"

I'd like to hire
Shakira to belly-dance
while singing Waka Waka.

As long as you get
the mom and Shakira
to consent.

It's no different than
having a priest or rabbi
lead a prayer vigil.

The mom is scared
and confused

and desperate for anything
that'll give her hope.

True.

But in the long run,
I think you'll be happier

having our lawyer
declare her unfit.

That way, you won't be
ratifying superstition

over science and I'll
still be working here.

And why would that
make me happier?

You're not going anywhere,
and we're not ratifying
their beliefs.

We're respecting them.

You do realize
it may involve
animal sacrifice?

People who live
in glass hospitals
shouldn't throw exorcisms.

I'll talk to the mother.

I don't want to
deny him the medicine.

I just

want to make sure
I try everything I can.

I understand that.

But you have to understand
that we're a hospital,
not a temple.

Then I'll take him
elsewhere.

No, you won't.

He's sick. We can't
let him leave here.

I'm sorry. You really
have no choice.

I spoke to a lawyer.

He told me as long
as I wasn't saying no
to your treatment,

you couldn't say no
to my religion.

(SIGHING)

Give me 24 hours.

(SPEAKING UKRAINIAN)

This came
in the mail today.

I'm sorry.

I should have
told you but...

Tell me what?

I don't understand.

What's the letter?

It's from
my uncle in Poland.
My Aunt Luba,

they put in
the nursing home
two months ago.

That's too bad.

My mother,
I talk to her
twice a week

and she never
even mentioned it.

What does she think,
that I can't handle?
I'm 29 years old!

I am not a child!

(SNIFFLING)

Were you
going out tonight?

I could stay.

He's still barely breathing.

Lue,

how you feeling?

Any stronger?

Lue? Can you hear me?

What's wrong?
I'm not sure.

Lue, I need you
to squeeze my hand.

He's not responding.
Get me an amp of D50.

You're wrong again?

I'm calling
his grandfather.

(GONG TOLLING)

CHASE: Genetic tests
for Brugada and Long QT
variants came back negative.

What about
a carotid aneurysm?

We should do an angiogram.

He's got normal
carotid pulses.

HOUSE: Who cares?

Mom's given up,
why shouldn't I?

I'm sorry.
Do we not treat idiots
because I thought...

TAUB: And her kid levitated.

That happens to my girl,
I'm expanding my
diagnostic horizons.

All the more reason
why we should shut down.

We cure this kid now,
crazy grandpa

and his magic beads
get all the credit.

And since when do you
care about credit?

Since when do
I care about this kid?

All I care about is
sending mommy out
into the world

having faith in faith.

Kid's better off dead.

Soon as she's done
appeasing the gods,
let's talk.

What about Kawasaki?

Explains the
irregular heartbeat,

respiratory distress
and seizures.

It fits.

Which means he needs
a coronary bypass.

HOUSE: It can't be Kawasaki.

The echo would've shown it.

But a patent
ductus arteriosis...

It can't be a PDA.

He's not an infant
nor has he had any
symptoms for eight years.

Maybe he has.

Maybe he had
an infected ductus

which we inadvertently
treated with antibiotics.

So no evidence is
evidence of evidence?

Just saying it's consistent.

It's a billion to one.

Which means there
are seven people

in the world who
fit the diagnosis.

I thought we were
looking for 100.

(EXHALES)

Maybe PDA is more common
than we thought.

But idiot doctors
like you...

JESSICA: You're wrong.

But the treatment's
just ibuprofen.

Closes the malformed duct.

Worst-case scenario,
he just doesn't get better.

Worst-case scenario is,
you piss me off...

You're not gonna
let us save
an eight-year-old

because one more person
might embrace religion?

Does anyone here think
my diagnosis is right?

Well, then,
I've decided, for today only,
to respect your opinions.

We'll proceed according
to your diagnosis.

And nothing else.

That's an order.

Good luck.

(RATTLING)

We need to put him
on the OR schedule.

(MONITORS BEEPING)

His BP is dropping.

He's crashing.
Call a code.

You need to stop this.

I'm giving him
the ibuprofen.

(RATTLING CONTINUES)

Dinner's almost ready.

I think I'll stick
with the fluids
tonight, thanks.

Why are you sulking?

I'm not sulking.

Oh!

My mistake.

Either religion
is killing a kid or I am.

What are you doing?

Comforting my husband
after a bad day.

If this is not
what you want, I go back
to making dinner.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

I'm not gonna answer that.

Oh, smart man.

(CELL PHONE
CONTINUES RINGING)

(GROANS)

This is killing mood.

U.S. Citizenship.

I'll get it.

This is Mrs. House.

Please give good news
so my husband and l
can go back to sex.

(EXCLAIMS IN UKRAINIAN)

It's fantastic!

How many notices
you sent me?

Okay. I come pick up
naturalization certificate.

Thank you for calling.

I'm sorry.

Dr. Adams, Dr. Taub.

His vitals are improving.
He's stabilizing.

He's gonna be okay.

It worked.

Um... No, it didn't.

Mrs. Cheng, the medicine
I administered

was a long-shot treatment
for Lue's heart.

But that's
what's helping him.

Ibuprofen?
That's for headaches.

I know it seems
hard to believe
but it's true.

And I know
this seems hard
for you to believe.

Honey.

Grandpa was right.

He saved you.

There were two things
we thought were impossible.

One of them wasn't.

That's all we know.

You're such a brave boy.

(SLOW SONG PLAYING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Was I good?

Doesn't mean anything.

Idea got planted,
it was probably inevitable.

(CLEARS THROAT)

It means something.

What?

Well, it could
mean the obvious,
that you want some of this.

When will you learn
that that look
is insulting?

Or it could just mean
that we like each other.

I'm weird,
and you're pretty,

but we connect,
we feel safe.

We trust each other.

Maybe.

(FARTING)

Just testing my theory.

(CHUCKLES)

Adams defied me.
There's one more
zealot in the world.

And Dominika moved out.

She was fun. She was hot.

She fixed my blender.

That is not a metaphor.

You know any good
fake divorce lawyers?

I'm surprisingly
depressed by this.

I have cancer.

You were a little short
with me the other day.

You do need an excuse.
Cancer may be
overplaying it.

Stage ll thymoma.

I didn't want to tell you
until I had it confirmed.

I got the tests back
this morning.

I have cancer, House.

(RAIN PATTERING)