Okay.
"Therafy" me.
You're late.
You're fat.
It's unusual.
You know how far the parking lot is?
My leg's been hurting.
Anything been on your mind lately,
any particular stress?
No. Probably just gonna rain.
Mm-hmm. You like the new Monet reproduction
in the waiting room—
the Water Lilies?
I was late.
I wasn't focusing on the decor,
but it sounds appropriately bland and calming.
Stress can also make you absentminded.
I'm not stressed...
Beyond the stress induced
by you telling me how stressed I am.
Just an ordinary week.
Okay.
Tell me about it.
I had a patient.
House.
Good. I have a case for you.
Beer?
Amnesia.
She was found jogging in the street, disoriented.
She almost got hit by a truck.
The MRI showed no abnormalities.
No I.D. on her.
Just her jogging clothes and her heart rate monitor.
We know absolutely nothing about her.
We know she has money.
Blaze outriggers- 400 bucks a pair.
People who have money don't just disappear.
Sooner or later, someone's gonna show up looking for her.
Can I have something to eat?
She just ate 15 minutes ago.
She keeps forgetting.
You don't eat because you remember it's time to eat.
You eat 'cause you're hungry.
Her metabolism is in high gear.
She is an extreme long-distance runner—
Why were you in the ER?
That's your question?
You're a psychotherapist.
You're hearing about a great amnesia case,
and all you're asking me is geography.
Just curious.
I was avoiding Wilson.
It's not something you couldn't have seen
eight miles away.
Wilson's a processor.
I knew there were some things
that he'd want to process with me...
At length.
Sam's moving in.
If it's before Friday, your assistant wins the pool.
I was just wondering what your plans were.
Tonight?
In life.
Sam likes you...
But she wants me to move out.
No.
I want you to move out.
I didn't know things with Sam would happen so quickly.
I didn't—
I don't want to make a mistake here.
I've made a lot of mistakes.
By moving too quickly.
Given your usual rate of commitment,
I'm surprised you're not already re-divorced.
I could help you find a place.
What's wrong with my old place?
Nothing. I just thought...
You might want to find somewhere new,
somewhere...
Where I didn't abuse drugs and hallucinate.
Yes.
I'm fine.
You're fine?
Your best friend is tossing you out,
and you're fine?
Why wouldn't I be?
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You're not feeling a little...
betrayed and angry?
Wilson bought a two-bedroom condo
specifically so that you could move in with him.
It wasn't that long ago.
You don't feel a little...
jerked around?
He couldn't foresee Sam coming back into his life.
That's a very rational defense of your friend.
And, uh, I'm not buying it.
Based on what?
Based on the fact that you were late,
and you didn't notice the pictures in the outer office.
Those aren't symptoms. They are to me.
And here's another one.
You took the case. Hmm?
No negotiating, no bargaining.
No clinic hours changed hands.
Were you looking for something
to distract you from the fact
that your best friend just threw you out?
Case was interesting. It's not organic.
It's not mysterious.
Most likely some psychologically traumatic event occurred
that made the patient's brain choose to forget everything.
Or not.
Here.
Loss of differentiation between gray and white matter.
That's subtle.
But it's in the area that controls memory.
Not likely it's a coincidence.
Bacterial infection?
Do I need to know this?
Fine. I'll give you the cliff notes version—
chase—m.S. Taub—physical trauma.
I can tell you why we ruled them out.
Or not.
It's probably a toxin,
and we need to find it before it kills her.
We should search her House.
Good luck with that.
Her heart rate monitor has a serial number.
The distributor can match the number
to the store that sold it.
She's a serious athlete.
She might have been there often enough to be remembered.
Brilliant.
Did he really say that?
Subtextually.
Long shot.
Even if the store clerk doesn't know who she is,
the store's probably close to where she lives.
Just seeing those surroundings might spark a memory.
You want us to take her there?
No.
I'll take her.
Really?
Uh, it's unusual for you to spend time with a patient,
isn't it?
Patients are boring...
As people.
This one I'm sure was no exception,
but her situation was interesting.
Besides, I was still avoiding Wilson.
And no better way to avoid than leaving the hospital.
Maybe.
Or were you avoiding going home?
There's a reason they tell addicts
to stay away from old geography.
I wasn't avoiding going home.
I'd already gone home...
Before I came into work that day.
I went straight there from Wilson's.
Hey, take it easy! You're gonna kill me!
God, why don't people knock?
House, it's you! Where you been?
Hold up a second.
Alvie?
Juan alvarez— you let him stay at your place?
Not exactly.
I was beginning to wonder if you were ever gonna show up.
Su casa, mi casa. Casa!
Why are you here?
When I left Mayfield,
I went back to the old neighborhood.
You know, you shouldn't leave the bathroom window unlocked.
Yeah, thanks for the safety lesson.
Why are you here?
Like I said, when I went back to the neighborhood,
I found out immigration was looking for me.
So I decided to visit my old buddy House!
And turn his apartment into a giant prison jumpsuit.
Juan alvarez is no freeloader.
I do my part, earn my keep.
The first week I made your dinner,
but you never showed up.
The second week i organized your stuff.
My stuff?
But still, you never showed up.
So this week, since I'm a real good painter,
i decided to— coffee table—
where'd you put it?
In the bedroom?
The paint's not cheap, House. It's a custom color.
It's a mix of titanium, yellow, and ochre.
Ochre—I don't even like that stuff.
It's like a fruit. It's got hair on it.
But they say it's a vegetable—
you sold my table to pay for paint that I don't want?
I had to sell some other things too.
Get out.
No, papa, just give the color a chance.
Look, I'm going to work now.
And when I come back,
the walls will be a less exciting color,
and you will be gone.
So Wilson threw you out, and you threw alvie out—
just, uh, another week?
Unlike me, alvie didn't leave.
I took my motorcycle to work that day.
When I went home to get my car,
he was painting the ceiling magenta.
So I brought him with me to protect the apartment.
Why?
To protect the apartment.
Whoa. Deja vu.
Tossing him out
or, uh, sending him to the movies
or, uh, locking him in the bathroom
would also minimize alvie's destructive force.
But you chose his company deliberately.
Why?
Obviously because he's a Wilson substitute.
You can barely tell the difference between them,
especially when Wilson raps about the hood.
I'm not suggesting alvie's a substitute,
but he would make a great distraction.
From what?
That's what I'm trying to find out.
Go on.
Maybe the heart rate monitor was a gift.
That's why no one recognized her.
Shut up, alvie.
Anything familiar...
Church, grocery store?
Sorry.
It's okay, Ms. x.
Maybe she's never been to this town before,
bought the heart rate monitor on the store's website.
You know that puerto ricans are U. S. citizens, right?
Instead of working the case,
why don't you contemplate the inanity of an American
with American immigration issues?
I had a birth certificate. I lost it.
So get a new one. I tried that, House.
But the town hall had burned down when I was a kid,
destroyed the records.
There's only one copy?
They tried to make me fill out a whole bunch of forms
before they'd give it to me.
I decided it would be quicker and easier to do it myself.
How'd that go? They figured out it was forged.
And now, for some reason,
they don't believe anything I say.
They actually think I'm lying about being puerto rican.
Told me I had to go to a special hearing to prove it.
What if nothing ever looks familiar?
Then someone will show up- a spouse, a friend—
to tell you who you really are
and what you should be feeling.
They always do.
I don't know who that is...
But I miss him.
What did they say at the hearing?
I didn't go.
I lied once.
Your mother is puerto rican,
therefore, you are puerto rican.
All you got to do is prove your mom's your mom,
find some documentation—
people like that don't listen to people like me.
Doughnuts! Hey, House, let's get doughnuts!
Alvie, the hearing- everyone loves doughnuts—
glazed, crullers, elephant ears,
even doughnut holes.
Much better than the sporting goods store.
I went Mrs. x went there all the time.
We're not here—
And then I realized...
You make a good point.
Really? I was making that up.
Dozen glazed, dozen jelly-filled?
You want the usual, right?
Your old friend, the fried carbohydrate.
She needed the calorically dense food
to support the running habit.
Do you know her name?
Sandy...
Or shelley.
I don't know. The guy she's with
called her that once.
I just work here.
Do you know where they live?
He left a business card in our free doughnut jar.
It's up on the wall of winners.
Sidney.
God, I was so worried about you.
What happened?
The police said it was too soon to do anything,
so I started calling hospitals on my own.
Princeton Plainsboro wasn't even on my list.
You really think something around here
could have made her sick?
Here, work, anywhere she could have been exposed.
Why wasn't Princeton Plainsboro on your list?
Well, I mean, it's a long way to run,
even for her.
What is it I do besides run?
You're a lawyer—
civil rights, class action suits.
It's a stressful job.
Running's the way you deal with it.
That doesn't sound like me.
Do you have any idea
what would sound like you?
Good point.
So what were you thinking during all this?
That it was a strange position to be in.
At that moment, she was more comfortable with me
than with her husband.
And he was picking up on it.
What about you?
What about me how?
Well, there was a sort of, um,
artificial intimacy between you?
She'd been dependent on you.
Uh, did you find that attractive on some level?
Disturbing?
Those are my two choices?
None of the above.
She was just a patient. She was interesting.
So we're really...
Married?
For four years.
Ms. X, you lead a lemon fresh life.
Found three different cleansers under the sink.
Cleaned out the medicine cabinets too.
You know, she just won a settlement
for some families whose housing development
was built on an old methane field.
Toxic exposure to methane could explain this.
I surf?
You stopped before we met.
You've been too busy.
And we're married?
Yes.
All right, it's nothing personal.
Bet she didn't think you were her type
back when you first met either.
We'll take her back to the hospital,
test her blood and urine and start treatment.
Oh!
I'm all right.
What happened? I don't know.
My foot suddenly went numb.
Her pants are wet.
Urinary incontinence.
She's having complex partial seizures.
This isn't methane.
You can leave the bucket. We need to get her to—
Seizures?
This is the second diagnosis you've come up with
that has a personal resonance for you.
I'm choosing my diagnoses based on personal issues?
You think she fell down the stairs and peed her pants
'cause Wilson dumped her too?
You're choosing to tell me about this case,
so let's look at it.
First you were fixated on a harmful toxin from her past,
possibly because you're worried about a harmful toxin
from your own past. Chase had the toxin idea.
Maybe he's obsessed with my past.
And now you're talking about a seizure disorder?
Which is also not a toxin.
But which is most likely caused
by an old injury to the brain.
W-why do you see your past as such a threat?
Not only am I unthreatened by it,
I was trying to get it back.
There's a ding mark.
It's a piece of junk.
It was dinged when it came in.
Sure, the—the cup marks and the scuffs and the paint
and those three chips.
This fourth one is new.
I run a pawn shop, not a storage company.
Do you want it or not?
That should be it.
You said you pawned five books.
There's only four.
That's all there is.
Where's approach to the acute abdomen?
Sold it.
To?
I can't tell you.
It's a law, and it should be.
Crazy bastards like you try to hunt down their stuff.
How much for the pile?
$500.
You said it was junk.
No, no.
It's your junk. You want it.
$500— take it or leave it.
why is it so important that you get your stuff back?
Unlike the rest of humanity...
Who's okay when their belongings are taken.
Everyone wants their stuff. That's why it's their stuff.
Everyone doesn't pay five times what it's worth.
I like my stuff.
I hate it when Wilson moves it—
oh...
This is not about Wilson!
Say it.
I wasn't gonna say anything.
31, 31! Hike!
First down!
One more, you get a touchdown.
Whoo!
Hike!
Huh!
House,
you can't run for the touchdown.
And... Hike!
Wait, wait, wait. Wait.
You seriously thought you were gonna tell me
that Wilson showed up but not tell me what he said?
Because I thought you were a smart guy
who didn't need the obvious spelled out to him.
Wilson noticed
that I didn't come to my office all day.
He came to find me, wanted to make sure I'm okay—
boring, boring, boring.
Um, but you thought it was important
to tell me about nerf football?
Sorry. Your story.
Continue.
House, House, stop! Stop, stop, stop.
You okay?
Yeah.
It was my mother's. She died when I was four.
It's all I have left.
That's very sad, alvie.
Listen, I set up an immigration hearing.
No, House,
I'm gonna end up in jail or worse—
the Dominican or someplace. Que se yo. Que no.
Um, interesting.
You present yourself as, uh, not giving a damn
about other people's emotions,
but your actions indicate otherwise.
You dismiss alvie's story about his mother,
but you cared enough to schedule a hearing.
I cared for eight seconds.
Then I got distracted.
Yeah.
We've kept the patient up for 12 hours now.
No hint of seizure-like activity.
We should shut this down.
Try a strobe light, add more stress.
I think there's plenty of stress in here.
Don't we ever do anything but work?
You run. That's just more work.
What about fun?
God, how can we be this boring?
Apparently, without her memory,
the patient's personality has returned
to what you might call its natural state.
Seems she had a wake-up call while she was at college.
Her brother died in a car accident.
She decided to make her life mean something.
Went to law school.
Now that's all gone.
The thing that caused the change is gone...
So the change itself is gone.
Yeah.
I knew the psychological aspects of this case
would interest you.
Bet you got a theory already. What is it?
It's not relevant.
What is it?
Why do you care about my theory?
I think he just...
Bores her.
She's at an earlier stage of development.
She's looking at her grown-up future,
and it puts her to sleep.
If he just bored her,
she'd hide it to be polite.
Their problem is synchronicity.
Just like you and me, House, they're not on the same page.
He talks to her
like someone he shares history with.
But from her point of view, he's a stranger
forcing intimacy on her.
Of course she doesn't like him. He's not helping.
He can feel he's losing his wife,
and it makes him come on stronger.
He almost did lose his wife.
The breathing problem
was caused by fluid overload in the lungs.
Diabetes insipidus.
And the d.I. Came from damage to the hypothalamus.
Hypothalamus here, hence the d. I. And incontinence.
They mingle here. There's the global amnesia.
And the motor cortex- that's the foot paralysis.
What do they all have in common?
Okay, now you're just doing this to mess with me.
What possible relevance
does this differential have to your problems?
It ends with a diagnosis of spongiform encephalitis.
I convinced the team to cut out part of this woman's brain.
That's not interesting to you?
No.
Not even if it's the amygdala?
She'll lose all her long-term memory.
Well, this is where you tell me
that being cavalier with someone else's past
has nothing to do with avoiding your own past.
The case is irrelevant.
You just found it, uh... Interesting.
Aren't therapists supposed to be nurturing?
Nowhere...
Is that in the manual.
Look, you—you've been in therapy for a year.
You know when I ask you to talk about anything,
I mean anything that affects you—
what upset you, what made you mad
or relieved or joyful.
You want me to believe that this case means nothing?
Then, um...
Why should I listen to it?
Are you charging me for this time?
Yes.
This is ridiculous.
What's that?
On the back of your arm?
It's just a bruise. And I fell.
You remember falling?
No.
I was drunk...
Hence the balance issues.
Well, it looks like you fell
on the tip of someone's boot.
I said something that someone objected to.
Well, if you don't remember, then how can you—
it's usually the way it is
when someone hits me.
People who kick when you're down are jerks,
but they're generally not irrational jerks.
Yogot drunk enough to get into a bar fight
and not remember,
and you've been insisting that everything's fine?
W-why—why go out and get blind drunk?
Were you looking for a fight?
I don't know.
What have you screwed up?
What?
You say that when you've been hit in the past,
it's because you provoked it with something that you said,
which means you're well aware of the risks.
So on some level,
you were in that bar looking for someone to hurt you.
Logically, people punish themselves
for something they did or something they didn't do.
So what...
Did you screw up?
I don't know.
Okay, there may be a problem.
All right...
Let's talk about Wilson.
I told him your book was contaminated
with Anthrax spores.
Then I gave him $300.
The address of the buyer.
Maybe I was hasty in asking you to move out.
Why don't you stay with me and Sam for a little while?
There's no need to hurry things.
What prompted this?
Look, the whole idea
was that after Mayfield, you wouldn't be on your own.
I can touch base with you a lot more easily
if you're staying with me than—
God's sake, Wilson.
You really span the chasm
from wishy to washy.
If you're gonna be an ass, be an ass.
Stick with it.
Why were you being so hard on the guy,
when he was being conciliatory?
Come on.
Cuddy played on his guilt.
She put him up to this. How do you know that?
How do you know this wasn't entirely his own idea?
Two reasons—
first, he wants to create the perfect environment
to be with Sam.
He's been thinking about asking me to leave for a while.
Finally he does it and immediately turns around
and changes his mind—no.
He talked to somebody.
Maybe it was Sam.
Yeah, that's a possibility.
I want this to be the last serious relationship
I ever have.
I want this to be the one.
Me too.
Where's House?
It's not as meaningful without him.
Okay, um...
Not Sam.
Uh, that still doesn't answer why Cuddy.
Because they've been talking about me.
She called me to check on the patient,
which she never does without a reason.
I asked why, and she said...
She's a barracuda attorney, House.
These are the kind of patients we like to keep happy.
Right now the patient's lucky
if she can spell jurisprudence.
Yeah, but when she gets that memory back,
which we are trying to make happen,
she'll be able to spell lawsuit.
I'm just touching base.
Touching base.
Wilson used exactly the same phrase.
Colluding about me is her favorite pastime.
Okay, you think they talked.
How do you think that conversation went?
I'm worried about House.
Me too.
Couldn't you have waited?
It's way too early for him to be on his own,
back in the old apartment.
What makes you think he can handle it?
I offered to find him a new place.
You have to let him back into your condo.
Sam and I just got him out of the condo.
You know what House is like. He's self-destructive.
Without constant supervision,
he's gonna slide back into drugs.
If you're not watching him, I've got to.
Yeah.
So they don't trust you.
They assume you'll fail.
Are these their fears or yours?
Let's turn on the lights, Hmm?
In your brain.
Maybe they did talk about you, but...
How do you know it didn't happen like this?
I'm worried about House. Why?
It's the first time he'll be on his own
since Mayfield.
Now you're being overprotective.
House doesn't need to be wrapped in cotton wool.
But you know that,
or you wouldn't have asked him to move out.
Okay. I guess this is really about me.
It's just... I feel like a jerk.
Sure, Sam and I are gonna want to be on our own eventually,
but I kind of sprang this on him.
The right way would have been
to just tell him to take as long as he needed,
that there's no hurry.
So it's not what you did,
but how you did it.
That matters in a friendship.
I need to fix this.
Why don't you talk to him about moving back in?
Just touch base.
We're having a consent issue with the patient.
Wait a minute. Taub's not here.
Yeah, he is.
We're having a consent issue with the patient.
What's Taub doing in my imaginary version
of a scene with Wilson and Cuddy?
Your version needed to be ended,
'cause it's crap.
It's all sweetness and light and...
Faith that I'm gonna choose the right path.
Yeah, that sounds like Wilson.
I have as much evidence for mine
as you do for yours.
I know Wilson's your friend.
So he could be wondering if he did right by you.
And I know he wouldn't have asked you to move out
in the first place unless he was convinced
you could handle life on your own.
And I know that he and Cuddy have gone behind my back before
to strategize about the House problem.
So there's truth in both versions.
But you choose to focus on the parts
that make you uncomfortable.
So...
Why are you and Wilson...
Friends?
Do you think this friendship
is the best you can do?
Wilson is not a consolation prize.
There... You're defending him.
And a minute ago,
he was skulking around in the background
like some sort of manipulative iago.
He's my friend.
So what do you value in him?
I can say whatever I want to him,
and he'll never leave.
He's sort of leaving.
At least, he won't be around as much...
Because he's putting Sam first.
For now.
After the divorce,
he'll probably ask me to move in again.
I take the long view.
You say that to Wilson? Are you kidding?
That's the kind of remark that leads people to hate you.
Uh, maybe you've been right from the beginning.
Maybe this isn't about Wilson.
You say that now that I finally agree with you?
Do you just argue the opposite of whatever I say?
I don't mean the Wilson thing doesn't, uh, bother you,
uh, but it sounds like he's the closest you can come
to a safe relationship.
You'd have to do something major to screw it up.
Um, what—what else have you been involved in this week?
What would you want to punish yourself for?
I told you, I don't know.
Okay, um, let's approach it from a different angle.
Have you gotten any other people angry at you
over anything?
Well, yeah.
That's why I called it an ordinary week.
Okay. Tell me about it.
You'd be losing a part of your brain.
It is my brain.
Why is it not my right to consent?
I'm sorry, but...
I'll take this to court if necessary.
All right, Sidney's in no position
to make decisions about herself right now.
She doesn't even know who she is.
I read your consent form, and I understood it.
I want the surgery. Why wouldn't she?
Of course she's willing to risk
losing her memories permanently.
She has no idea how important those memories are.
Does she even know what risk is?
She's never lost anything.
Without the surgery, she'll lose everything.
The prion infection
will continue to advance and destroy her whole brain.
Well, there has to be another way.
Please.
I'm speaking for my wife,
the wife I lived with for four years
who isn't here and can't defend herself.
Dr. House, are you listening?
Well, you can stop arguing,
'cause it doesn't matter anymore.
Look at the variability in the heart rate.
The s.E. Has spread into the brain stem.
W-wherever it is,
you—you can still cut it out.
No. We can't cut the brain stem.
This thing's moving too quickly.
Surgery's no longer an option,
which I guess means you've won.
Congratulations.
Put in a pacer and start her on chemo and radiation.
It won't cure her, but it'll buy a couple weeks
so she can find out who she is before she dies.
That was pretty rough.
Do you always break the news to your patients that way?
Or were you short-handing it for me?
Husband was being an idiot.
Well, he was asking for it.
But, um, to punish him you have to punish the wife too.
Why—why did he make you so angry, Hmm?
Because he didn't want to cooperate with you?
He'd rather risk his wife's life than their marriage.
People's brains stop working
when they think they're gonna lose someone they love.
Your leg hurt?
It's all right.
Okay.
Anyone else you pissed off?
50 bucks for the book.
Forget it.
You paid $25. That's 100% return.
That's what I paid.
But it's a rare surgical text,
nearly 100 years old- plate's in mint condition.
That book's worth several thousand dollars.
$2,000— I'll write you a check.
Nice try.
Face it— I had the wit
to recognize something valuable when I saw it.
In the great darwinian race, I get my just reward.
You become roadkill.
Yo, House, you want to stop by the library?
'Cause I got a book to return. Ta-ka-plow!
anyone see you?
Yeah, prof saw me walking down the driveway.
He said the roses need more fertilizer.
I didn't know there was a section of the brain
just for hope.
It's very, very tiny.
We used fluoroscopy to guide pacemaker placement
in the patient's heart.
Hello.
Rapidly progressive dilated cardiomyopathy.
This isn't s.E.,
and whatever it is, it's not just in her brain.
It's attacking her whole body.
You work for House? I guess we're teammates.
Isn't that cool?
Hello.
Juan alvarez?
What the hell?
We're taking you into custody- deportation order.
I'm a citizen.
You're disrespecting Puerto Rico.
If you're a citizen, why'd you miss your hearing?
You called them?
What's going on?
We're trying to stabilize her heart.
She's still tachy and hypotensive.
Brain, heart,
and rapidly progressing.
Endocarditis—slow-moving infection in her heart
throws clots to her brain.
I'm not talking to you.
How could you turn me in?
Her extreme exercise suppresses her immune system,
allows the infection to smolder.
Or allows an old infection to reactivate it—t.B.
Start her on a multidrug regimen.
I don't like you, House.
I hate you.
Even I.V. Antibiotics will take time to work.
A general reminder—the use of cell phones is prohibited.
Give her the first dose
directly into the lungs in the O.R.
Before the less gentle arrest for contempt.
Put her in an isolation room with U.V. light.
And get yourselves tested. You've all been exposed.
Docket number 4378.
You are?
I am Mr. alvarez's doctor.
Your honor, DNA evidence
proving the matriarchal lineage of Juan alvarez.
My mother's DNA was still on that cross?
It could be.
You faked it?
It wasn't just me. You lied to them too!
I'm better at it than you are.
I'm gonna repaint your whole apartment now,
make the drapes match the carpet now!
Lungs sound wet.
O-2 sats are dropping.
May need to tube her.
Grab some I.V. Furosemide.
Wait, wait. She's crashing.
We need to get her on a vent.
There's something on her ankle.
Tattoo.
"Eddie would go. " It's a surfing phrase.
Must be from her earlier life.
She tried to get it removed,
but they only took off the top layers of skin.
The ink is still in the deeper layers.
Set off an allergic reaction.
She was fine until she started
the long-distance running.
The ultra-marathoning modified her immune system,
set off the allergic reaction.
We did a full thickness skin graft,
and she'll be okay.
So you were right... In the end.
It was her past.
Did she get her memory back?
Not yet.
Will she?
No way to know.
I think roses are my favorite.
But I guess I told you that at some point.
I don't remember.
He's treating her as though they just met.
He's courting her.
Whose idea was that?
He was doing the opposite of everything he should.
Suddenly he's changed.
Taub thought it might- that was your idea.
And you asked me
what I thought was going on between them.
It's their relationship that's on your mind.
That's why you've been thinking about this case—
relationships.
Lost one with Wilson, gained one with alvie.
Not exactly.
Alvie?
You gonna tell me what the note said?
Alvie was very grateful
that I'd gotten him out of trouble.
It allowed him to go stay with his cousin in Phoenix
without worrying about immigration
looking for him there.
You didn't think he was gonna stay forever.
No.
What happened next?
Nothing happened next.
That's all I got.
Relationships.
Bergman.
What do you want me to say?
I don't know.
You're the one who said the thing-
something about relationships
made you go out and provoke a fight.
Wilson and Sam have a relationship.
You're not thrilled about it.
They're happy.
Why should I screw that up?
Everyone's happy.
Everyone's moving in together—
Wilson and Sam, Cuddy and Lucas.
Even alvie's—
Cuddy and Lucas are moving in together?
You didn't mention that.
They talked about moving in together before.
It's not big news.
Cuddy...
Cuddy.
Approach to the acute abdomen...
Written by Ernest t. Cuddy, m.D.
Any relation to your Cuddy?
Her great-grandfather.
I've had it for years...
Always meant to give it to her for a special occasion.
Like her... Housewarming?
It's just a gift.
A woman you care about
is taking one step further away from you
and closer to someone else?
I-I think I can safely say
yes, it's significant if you don't mention it.
You were willing to punish the husband of your patient
because you identified with him.
He was also losing someone he loved.
I'm not gonna go out and get hammered
because a woman I'm not even with
is moving in with someone.
That'd be pathetic.
To hell with this.
When I first came to you,
I told you that I wanted to be happy,
and I followed your advice.
And instead, I'm just miserable.
How is this working for me?
It takes time.
For a year, I've done everything you've asked,
and everybody else is happy.
I run on my treadmill. You just sit there and watch.
You're a faith healer.
You take advantage of people who want to believe.
But there's nothing in your bag of tricks.
House...
Whatever the answer is, you don't have it.
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