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House | Great. Let's treat her. |
Cameron | What is it? You won't help Cindy but you're obsessed with this piece of dirt! Are you just trying to prove that who someone is doesn't matter, that all that matters is your stupid puzzle? Fine. Treat them the same. That's all I'm asking. One test. |
House | Wow, that is remarkable. According to those patchouli-oli selling new-agers, it's supposed to be the terminal Patient, but you're going through the five stages. You just made a completely seamless transition from anger to bargaining. Cover two more of my clinic hours, and you can have your one procedure. [Cameron nods and leaves.] |
Chase | No lesions, no aneurysms. Ironically, the mind of a killer looks completely normal. |
Foreman | If someone asks you to describe me to them, what's the first thing you'd tell them? |
Chase | Insecure. What are you asking? |
Foreman | Like, if you were setting me up on a blind date. Would you describe me to the girl as the black guy, a neurologist, car thief? |
Chase | This guy's really getting to you, isn't he? |
Cameron | There's no sign of infection. |
Wilson | You're gonna have to do the biopsy. |
Cuddy | Your Death Row guy's still here! |
House | Yeah, sorry. Just gotta get him stabilized. PRobably keep him on fluids for a few more hours, then off he goes. |
Cuddy | Oh yeah? 'Cause I'm figuring that you still think he's sick. |
House | Figuring requires deductive reasoning. I'm figuring that you did no figuring. Stacy just ratted me out, right? So much for attorney-client privledge. |
Cuddy | I'm the client, you moron. Stacy has a duty to this hospital. |
House | Right. |
Cuddy | I'm sending him back to prison. |
House | Whoa, can't. Court order. |
Cuddy | Court order says he has to be declared healthy. Doesn't specify what doctor needs to make that declaration. [Cuddy leaves, and House goes to follow.] |
Cuddy | [bored] What is it, Clarence? |
Clarence | My gut! |
Cuddy | Would you describe it as a shooting pain? A thRobbing pain? Or maybe an imaginary pain because you don't want to go back to prison? |
House | Where does it hurt? |
Clarence | My gut, I feel like I'm getting stabbed! [Screams again.] |
House | Well, he'd know. Let me take a look. |
Cuddy | Oh, so Everybody lies except a convicted murderer. [CGI shot of some nasty stuff in Clarence's bowels. Ew. House removes the covers to rEveal blood flowing out of Clarence's nether regions. More ew.] |
House | I don't think he's faking this stuff. What do you think, Doctor? [Clarence screams a lot more for emphasis.] |
Stacy | I didn't have any choice. |
House | No, you had to tell Cuddy. She's your boss, I get it. Hitler thought he was doing the world a favor, too. |
Stacy | Yeah, pretty much on that same lEvel. |
House | Gandhi didn't march the sea because his buddies asked him too, Pol Pot didn't wipe out the teachers because he wanted to make friends. |
Stacy | You're not making friends right now. |
House | I trusted you. |
Stacy | I know. |
House | Wilson's a fool. I'm an idiot. |
Stacy | I had to do what I thought was right. |
House | It's the only reason anybody does anything. |
Foreman | The surgery went fine. They removed almost a foot of necrotic bowel. They're shackling him and taking him to recovery. |
House | I wonder. I wonder why Clarence killed that second inmate. |
Foreman | Fine, I'll bite. What the hell are you talking about? |
House | Everything we do is dictated by motive. [As he erases the white board] Why did he kill his girlfriend? |
Foreman | Because he's a Maniac! |
House | Is that the reason he gave? |
Foreman | She was cheating on him. |
House | Jealousy. [He writes it on the board.] That gets him sent to prison, where he kills inmate number one. Why? |
Foreman | Guy attacked him first. |
House | REvenge. Who'd he killed after that? |
Chase | Prison guard. |
House | Who had a file full of abusive complaints. PRobably been kicking Clarence's ass for months. |
Foreman | Clarence is just ridding the world of bad seeds. |
House | Call that one "retribution"�. Then he kills inmate number two. Anybody know why? [Chase looks through the file.] Nuh-uh. It's not in there. [He draws a giant question mark.] |
Clarence | All of a sudden I got to have a reason? |
House | It's an anomaly. Doctors love anomalies. Dark spot on an x-ray, bright spot on an MRI!. Killing that second inmate is the homicidal equivalent of blood in the urine. It doesn't fit. I'm interested in things that don't fit. Tell me why you did it. Your other victims you were almost bragging about. What was different about this guy? |
Clarence | It happened when I was in gen-pop. I was in the library, just readin', and I started feelin' real nervous. This guy was staring at me, I could feel his eyes digging holes in the back of my neck, it made me feel crazy. Sweat was pouring down my face. I could hear my heartbeat racing in my ears. I just raged out on the dude. |
House | So what's the differential for raging out? |
Foreman | Excess testosterone, steroids "� |
Chase | Adrenaline "� |
House | Prep Clarence for surgery. |
Foreman | Care to share with the class. |
House | Oh, come on. Do I have to spell it out for you? Pheochromocytoma. Actually, I'm not sure how you spell it. [Ed. "� But I do!] But you said it yourself, adrenaline. Pheochomocytoma sits on top of the adrenal gland, randomly spits out oodles of the stuff. It's perfect, it explains Everything. The tachycardia, pulmonary edema, the vasoconstriction that caused the necrotic bowel "� |
Chase | Even explains how he had the strength to rip the rail off his bed. [House enters the elevator.] |
Foreman | But pheo's extremely rare. |
House | I love rare. Set up an MRI. Where's Cameron? [They shrug.] Like I don't know. |
Wilson | Dr. Cameron? Could I borrow you for a consult? [She goes outside.] Bittersweet thing about being head of the oncology department, I get CCed in all the biopsy results. |
Cameron | Yeah, I know. She's terminal. |
Wilson | Yeah. So I take it you were in there informing her? |
Cameron | Well, I! I hadn't exactly gotten around to that, but I was just "� |
Wilson | Doing what? Making friends? |
Cameron | Cindy's divorced. She doesn't have any kids, no siblings, both her parents are gone "� |
Wilson | It's not your job to be her friend. Do you understand? And it's not worth it. She feels better her few final days, and you're not the same, maybe for years. |
Cameron | You don't think it's worth it. |
Wilson | I know it's not worth it. |
Cameron | My husband w "� [She stops, looks at Cindy, and turns back.] I met him just after he was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. If I hadn't married him, he was alone. When a good person dies, there should be an impact on the world. Somebody should notice. Somebody should be upset. [She goes back in.] |
Clarence | Pheo what? |
House | I don't Even remember. It's just a fancy way of saying small, adrenaline-secreting tumor. Yeah, that clarified it for you. All you need to know is if I'm right, we can fix it. Just gotta to find it first. We need an MRI. It's completely painless for most people. |
Clarence | But not for me? |
House | I assume you got those tattoos in prison. Prison tats often contain inks with heavy metals. The MRI's basically a giant magnet. It'd suck those metallic inks right out of your skin. |
House | Stop squirming. Don't make us do this again. Big baby. |
Chase | Still don't see anything. |
Clarence | Turn it off! |
House | There's Waldo. Found it, Clarence. |
Clarence | Turn it off! Turn this damn thing off! |
House | Keep him in there until you guys see it too. [He leaves.] |
Foreman | Son of a bitch. |
Foreman | Looks like they got the pheo out successfully. So what now? |
House | Clarence goes back to Death Row. |
Foreman | Just like that? |
House | He's cured. |
Foreman | That tumor caused random shots of adrenaline, which obviously led to the rage attacks that made him become a murderer in the first place. |
House | My God, you're right! Let's call the surgeons, we've got to save that tumor. Put it on the witness stand. |
Foreman | We could testify at Clarence's appeal. |
House | [sniffs] You smell that? I think that is the stink of hypocrisy. You wouldn't Even consider the notion that Clarence's social upbringing was responsible for what he became, but now you're sprinting to the witness stand to blame Everything on a little tumor. |
Foreman | A person's upbringing and their biology are completely different. |
House | Yeah. See, you only overcame one of them. Well, let's just give Clarence a free pass, hmmm? Which, is pRobably going to piss off all those other pheo sufferers who Managed to control their rage attacks and become Lawyers, race car doctors, or Even doctors. Removing that tumor puts a stop to those random shots adrenaline, it doesn't absolve him. |
Foreman | You want him to be executed? |
House | That's not what I'm saying. |
Foreman | Got an opinion? |
House | Everyone's got an opinion. [Foreman turns to leave as "Hallelujah"�, the most overused great song in media begins to play.] |
Foreman | I, um, I think I'm gonna testify at Clarence's appeal. |
House | You'll do what you think is right. On your own time. [He leaves.] |
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