He's got a good pulse.
Maintain head stabilization and flip him over.
My count, guys. Ready. Go.
Sir, we're paramedics.
The mailman saw you having a seizure.
We had to break down your door.
Do you know what your name is?
On my count. One, two, three. Up.
We're taking you to the hospital.
No, I can't—
No. No, I can't...
Hey.
Hey, buddy. - Buddy, we're trying to help.
Sir!
Stay out of my house!
You just had a seizure. You could have a stroke.
A bleed in your brain.
Leave me alone!
35-year-old male— crushing headache
and three seizures in the last two days.
So it's a bleed, clot, tumor,
metabolic, or infection.
Stick him in a CT. - Can't.
I'm assuming
he has a giant head.
Severe agoraphobe.
The world scares the hell out of him.
So we can only test him
with whatever we can take to him. - Fun.
Agoraphobia a symptom?
Only of being shot.
He and his girlfriend were mugged seven years ago.
That's when it started.
Anybody can hate humanity after getting shot.
Takes a big man to hate it beforehand.
How'd you get this case if he didn't come to the ER?
I talked to him through his door when he had flu last year.
I run the community outreach program now.
See? Perfectly reasonable explanation.
She's definitely not here trying to work her way back
on the team and steal your job or anything.
It's a legitimate question.
He agreed to meet with us.
But even if I can get inside his house,
his brain is a black box.
We can pick this up in a minute.
What's this?
Take-out menus.
But I'm hoping you'll come up with a better answer
when everyone asks what we're talking about.
Last night—
Forget it.
I know this is awkward, but we need to talk.
There's a reason
that we've evolved a feeling of awkwardness.
It tells us not to talk about things.
I was emotional because of the adoption
falling through.
And you actually let your human side
show for a moment.
That is why we kissed.
I just want to say thank you for not... taking advantage.
You're welcome.
Any time you want to stop kissing,
I'm there for you.
Portable equipment can't distinguish a bleed
or a tumor.
Can't see vasculitis.
What did Cuddy want?
I kinda hit that last night,
so now she's all on my jock.
Wow. She looks pretty good for someone on roofies.
The only equipment we have is a sonogram
and a portable x-ray.
What part of olivine, pyroxene, and amphibole
don't you understand?
Pyroxene.
Pyro means "fire"...
They're indicator minerals.
You can't see diamonds
so you look for the indicator minerals.
I assume the diamond
is the tumor or bleed or whatever it is.
We provoke a seizure.
The indicator is the increased electrical activity
focused around the abnormality.
We do an EEG, see the focus,
see where the problem is,
which tells us what the problem is.
The formster and the camster.
Kickin' it old school.
Thank god she's not trying to steal your job.
Go do it. And search the home for toxins.
I agreed to talk, not let you in.
You could be very sick.
We need access.
I'm just not ready.
Why does he have two locked doors?
He must use this room as an airlock.
Deliveries in. Garbage out.
He never has to go outside.
Just tell us when you are. We're not going away.
Seriously?
You want her to admit
that all he has to do is ignore us for a few minutes
and we'll take off? - He was shot.
Girlfriend killed.
He probably has post traumatic stress disorder.
He doesn't believe a just universe.
He doesn't trust anyone.
Give him some honesty.
I shouldn't have implied we'd wait forever.
We've got a whole hospital full of patients.
We can give you a few minutes.
but eventually, if you don't let us in,
we're gonna have to leave.
Just one person comes in.
No.
We've got to search the whole house for toxins.
How about I examine you in one room
and my colleagues
will do the search?
I'm gonna try to provoke a seizure.
I need you to look straight ahead, okay?
You all right? - Yeah.
Uh, I just, um,
I haven't been in a room with anyone for a while.
Um, can you just give me a second?
Sure.
You're the, uh,
uh, person I talked to through the door last year,
right? - Yeah.
You were, uh, you were nice...
and smart.
Kind of made me expect someone older.
I'm not that young.
Must've been scary being shot.
Don't do that.
Okay?
You d—you don't know me.
I've got everything I want here.
I-I-make a lot of money writing tech manuals.
I get stuff delivered. I work out.
I see anything I want over the web.
Um, I'm—I'm happy here.
You don't seem very happy.
Well, right now I'm not.
Go away.
Did you speak to Cuddy last night?
She's fine.
Why would it take anyone more than a few hours
to get over misplacing a baby?
You spoke to her?
Kinda hit that.
So she's all on my jock.
Whoa.
Wha—what?
Huh.
Everyone else thought I was kidding.
You hit?
Like making out
or full-on sex or—
Got a chart laid out with all the bases.
I'll take you through it.
Wh—what are you gonna do?
What can I do?
I'm going to ignore her for the rest of my life.
This mosquito bite kept me awake.
Don't care about the bug bite.
She's your boss.
So now I have two reasons to ignore her.
It was just a kiss.
There's a reason.
Yes. Those large things in her bra.
You were hiding it from me
means it meant something to you.
Yeah, I fiendishly concealed it
within the phrase "I hit that."
Stop scratching. You'll draw blood.
Finally you said something useful.
If I actually break the skin,
it'll let the poison out.
If you...
dated Cuddy...
there would—
Sorry. I get better reception when you're not here.
What do you got?
His place is totally clean.
No animals. No hidden drugs or alcohol.
No lead in the paint.
And since you're not breathing hard,
I assume you're not holding Cameron aloft in triumph.
Which means no seizures.
Hey. Speaking of breathing hard,
Cameron, you engaged to Chase yet?
Sorry, we should have clarified.
we're calling about the patient,
not Dr. Cameron's love life.
We aren't engaged.
Moves things along much faster
to just give him the answers.
Seizures can also be induced through—
After six years?
A year and a half.
Through sleep deprivation or—
sleep deprivation would take too long.
You living together?
We spend most nights together.
There's a bunch of drugs
that can lower a seizure threshold.
And cloud the diagnosis with side effects.
His place or yours?
His usually.
Interesting.
You would've said interesting
no matter what the answer.
And no matter what the answer,
it would've been interesting.
No engagement. Commitment issues.
His place, control issues.
Not sure whose, but interesting.
Yeah, moves much faster this way.
Where was the patient when he had his first seizure?
In his entry hallway
getting his mail.
Getting close to the outdoors spooked him,
raised his BP.
Use that fear.
Bring him outside.
He punched out a fireman.
We're doctors, not bouncers.
Okay. So bring the outside to him.
Floor is genuine wood.
Why are they here?
They overheard me announce the half price bank foreclosure
in the ER waiting room.
Where's everybody?
Cameron's with the patient.
Uh, everybody else went home.
Because they don't need to be here.
Neither do you. And yet you are.
This way.
Molding's original?
Original? They were here before the house.
The shut-in's also original.
Come on. Don't be shy.
House, get them out of here.
Easy for you to say.
You're not gonna be making some serious capital gains.
This is cruel.
And leaving him undiagnosed
is what, altruistic?
Procedure worked. He's seizing.
What do you see?
Normal theta. Normal delta.
This isn't a seizure.
It's something.
Mr. Nozick, are you okay?
Stomach's killing me.
See? It's something.
Partial small bowel obstruction.
Blockage explains the pain.
What explains the blockage plus seizures?
Atrial fibrillation throwing emboli.
Crohn's causing an abscess.
Could be a million things.
There's no way to know
unless we get him in for an MRI on his head
or exploratory surgery so we can biopsy his bowels,
which he won't let us do.
Wouldn't.
Pain changes things.
House.
He told you to stay out of here.
He can Chase me out once he's done
doubling up in agony.
Whatever your big problem is,
it's caused a complication we call "colon FOS."
"FO," full of.
Since we're in mixed company, "S" is stool.
Nothing's coming out
so the pain's gonna get worse and worse.
We need to stick a pooper scooper in you.
We also need to take a look at your bowel.
I made my wishes clear.
Uh-huh. And if the crazy fairy were here,
she could grant them.
I'm not insane.
I-I feel pain when I go outside.
So it—it's rational to avoid that pain.
Except now you're feeling pain inside.
Not as bad. Nowhere near.
We can give him drugs for the blockage.
And if it doesn't work?
That blockage will rupture your intestines,
spew sewage throughout your body.
Whatever you're scared of out there,
aren't you more scared of death?
You obviously can't stand people.
But for me, it's worse. All right?
I'd rather die in here than live out there.
If you don't mind floppy hair
and an annoying accent,
I know a surgeon who will operate in your home.
Thank you.
With the risk of infection,
Chase won't actually—
He's not gonna do surgery in some crazy dude's house.
You just said— what I said was that
Chase would put him under at the house,
we'd take him to the hospital,
open him up, do our thing,
then slip him back into his room
for the post-op
without him ever finding out that we tricked him.
Some of that was implied.
It's unethical.
He'll be asleep.
He gets to make his own calls
even if he's asleep.
Why are you siding with him?
Oh, yeah, you're that girl who likes broken people
because her husband died.
And since Chase isn't all that broken—
Hey, why don't we operate on his infarcted leg
while we're at it?
Who cares if he said no.
I was risking my life to avoid becoming a cripple.
He's doing it to avoid sunlight and fresh air.
We've got to make it look good.
I know I'm a pain in the ass.
I know it would have been easy just to walk away, but...
you're a good person.
Count down from 10.
10, 9,
8...
Let's go!
How you doin'? - Better.
Great.
Everything else good?
Uh, everything involving me kissing House is good.
Oh, god, you dragged it out of me.
You're a genius.
It's no big deal.
He's a friend.
And I leaned on him.
It's funny.
I've leaned on friends in the past.
Never leaned so far my tongue fell into their mouths.
I don't think of House that way.
I never have.
Why not?
You know exactly how it would go.
It'd start off exciting.
We'd get caught up in the novelty and the hostility
and the forbidden forbidden-nessness.
And then we'd realize
that the flirty hostility is just hostility
and his inability to open up
is no longer exciting, it's just frustrating.
And—and then it's the inevitable blowup
and the recriminations
and we don't talk for two months.
Yeah.
Well, it certainly proves
you've never thought about House that way.
I get your point.
I will be more careful with my tongue in the future.
That's not my point.
Maybe novelty and hostility and forbidden-ness
doesn't have to end bad.
Gotta go.
What time you done?
We could try that new sushi place
next to my house.
Why don't we stay at my house tonight?
We always stay at mine.
That's what I mean. We—we used to split it.
What happened? I don't know.
Closer to work. - By five minutes.
And my house doesn't look like it was decorated
by a drunk rugby player.
Well, we can discuss it. - I hadn't really—
Why does it have to be a discussion?
Can't you just stay over?
You do know
they page me when that much surgical equipment
is signed out.
He didn't consent.
He consented to the surgery.
You think he's gonna sue over where?
He won't even know where. He'll wake up in his house.
He won't know a thing about what happened.
Until he catches a post-surgical infection
in his dirty apartment and finds out we tricked him
and winds up owning the hospital.
Why aren't you arguing with her?
Because she's right.
I don't care where he gets the post-op,
Just that he gets it.
Keep him here.
House.
You okay?
Yes. We don't need to talk.
Your hand.
Huh. That's weird.
I usually don't get the stigmata until Easter.
Please tell Dr. Chase the patient's ready for him now.
Stewart, wake up.
It's Dr. Cameron.
If you can hear me, blink.
We were concerned for your safety
so we brought you to the hospital.
No, it's okay.
Why—why?
No, it's okay. - Why...
I just wanted to keep you informed.
I didn't want you to have a bad shock
while you were recovering from surgery.
Gotta get outta of here.
It's okay, Stewart. Calm down.
Calm down. Stewart.
Stewart, I'm gonna sedate you.
No!
Calm down.
Ah! - I need some help in here!
Damn it! Somebody get in here!
What did you do?
Well done.
Your patient called his lawyer,
threatened to sue us.
He's now heading home
completely undiagnosed.
He'll soon be on his way back.
He's sick.
He'll crash. He'll lose consciousness.
I'll declare an emergency, bring him back in.
Not anymore you won't.
His lawyer now holds his health care proxy.
The next time we have an emergency,
Larry Ruseckas, Esquire, will be calling the shots.
I made the right call.
If he'd flipped out after major surgery,
it would've been worse.
The benefit of being boss is that I don't have to argue.
You're all off the case.
What's going on between you and Cuddy?
Bad lovin' gone bad.
Seriously. Why didn't you argue with her?
She just threw us off the case.
Because ignoring her is a lot easier.
Convince the patient to let us back in again.
See if you can clear his blockage with lactulose.
If this thing kills him before we can diagnose,
it won't be fun anymore.
Okay.
You gonna keep working on this?
Yeah. I brought in the case.
There is no case. He's gone.
You've been tossed. This is totally nuts.
He's incredibly sick. We don't know—
Forget about the patient. What is going on with you?
This is why we left House's team
to avoid this constant flood of pure craziness.
That's why I left House. You got fired.
I'm sorry. I know I let you down.
But you know who else I let down,
pretty much everyone who's important to me.
My boss, my old boss,
my boyfriend.
I did that for you.
I'm not gonna let you down again.
It's like the red badge of idiocy.
If the confederacy had mosquitoes,
we'd all have southern accents and I'd be paying Foreman less.
She kicked you off the case.
This is what happens when you don't address it.
She acts weird, things get different.
You understand that different implies difference.
She's tossed me a million times before.
No, she always chastises you.
And you'd always come running to me to complain.
So you're acting different too.
You're scared.
You are scared to get involved.
How is that "scared"?
It's rational.
Emotionally mature people
who work together should not date.
Guaranteed breakup. Guaranteed ugliness.
Any relationship that doesn't end in a breakup
ends in death.
Everything falls apart in the end.
That's your worldview.
The corollary, which you keep forgetting,
is that you have to grab any chance for happiness.
Why does this matter so much to you?
Cuddy and I are fine.
The only person getting worked up here is you.
I don't want you to be fine.
I want you to be happy.
I think if you dated her—
Are you familiar with the adverb "vicariously"?
If I wanted to ask her out—
You did ask her out.
Last year. Whatever happened there?
I don't know. I wasn't interested.
Wrong. You were interested.
But Amber grabbed your genitals first.
But now you're single, and that makes you miserable
because you think it's too soon for another relationship.
So you're gonna make me miserable.
Please, get a girlfriend, or a life, or something.
For me.
Better or worse?
Worse. Drugs aren't working.
I think we should do the surgery in his house
like we planned.
Well, then one of us wasn't paying attention
because I thought that surgery thing was just a trick.
We prepared the room. We Hung the drapes.
It's probably ten times as sterile
as any mobile operating theater
you'd find in a battlefield.
We still need Trapper John.
Chase doesn't want anywhere near this surgery.
Maybe you could talk to him.
I can't understand a word he says. Taub.
Doing anything later?
Blood in the field.
Not where I'm looking.
How am I supposed to know where you're looking?
Here's a hint. It's the bloody part.
The whole thing's bloody.
It's a guy with a hole in his body.
It's like you've never done this before.
Use the suction. I will.
And in fact I've never done this before
because I went to med school, not nurse school.
Hey, wanna see if your client's actually made of money?
Cutting out last piece of bowel.
Suture.
Mucosa's pink.
Flattened villi.
Intestinal atrophy.
It's Whipple's Disease.
Explains the seizure and the stomach pain.
Little bleeder here.
Cautery.
Hey, wait. The gas—
That always happens during surgery.
Just the gas buildup in the blockage.
Nothing to sue about.
Treat him for the burns.
Put him on antibiotics for the Whipple's.
He'll be fine.
Hey. That's nice of you.
Hi.
He doing good?
Uh, burns are healing fine. He's stable otherwise.
Good.
So, uh, I could stay at your place tonight
if you'd like. - I can't.
Well, you're not gonna
sleep here again.
You might have noticed the lack of nurses.
Because you're not on the case.
You can't really use that as an excuse...
Dr. Cameron!
Wait here.
Your stomach?
My legs are numb.
I can't feel them at all.
New symptom. Peripheral neuropathy.
Got worse on antibiotics. It's not Whipple's.
Porphyria.
Liver's fine.
Amyloidosis.
We would've seen it on the intestines.
What did we see on the intestines?
Pink mucosa, flattened villi.
It's not Whipple's, it's gotta be Celiac.
Wheat allergy means he's not absorbing nutrients.
Explains the seizures, stomach, and now the nerves.
We should run a blood test for Celiac.
Not fast enough. Not accurate enough.
Force-feed him wheat
then do an endoscopy as it hits his duodenum.
See if there's an allergic reaction.
His test just exploded.
It might be a tad painful to make him eat.
That's House's point.
There's nothing diagnostic about it.
He's trying to put the patient in pain,
force him to come in.
It is a valid test.
So is the blood test, which is painless.
Foreman, listen to that little voice in your head
that's coming from the telephone.
Force-feed him.
Don't. You know House.
You know I'm right.
We'll do both tests.
I'm not here to play matchmaker.
Okay.
House basically...
well, he accused me
of being interested in you.
Oh, he's just trying to change the subject.
I know.
But I do have...
I've always...
had...
some feelings for you.
Are you saying you want to date me?
No. I-I—it wouldn't be fair to House
and it's too soon after Amber.
But you thought you should just say it.
Yeah.
I thought you should know.
Let's have dinner tomorrow night.
Okay.
Or maybe it would be better if we just...
had sex.
Pardon me?
In front of House's office.
I mean, I don't want to take any chances.
I assume the point of this is to make him jealous
and make him realize that he does want
a relationship with me?
Yes.
You think it'll work?
You're an idiot.
Trust me.
Everybody will be happier
if House and I aren't dating.
You sure this is the best test?
No. But you've kind of tied our hands.
Soon as this hits your intestines,
I'll look at it through an endoscope.
Stewart, I know you don't want to talk about this, but...
people who get shot often get PTSD.
It's nothing to be ashamed of.
It's very treatable with drugs and therapy.
It's not PTSD.
My girlfriend was with me when I got shot
and she died.
I'm sorry.
But that's what I mean.
I lost someone myself.
I know it's traumatic.
No, what—what—what I'm trying to say is that...
I was like this before the shooting.
Since I was a kid.
Everything was
hard for me.
I—I didn't go out that much.
And—and when I did...
I had panic attacks.
Like physical pain.
No, it was, like, worse.
It was like I was dying.
Then I met Angela.
She was the only reason
that I ever wanted to go out.
But then she died.
and...
Blood test will be done soon.
I'm guessing that's a new technique.
Hey, you remember that idea that Cameron had
about trying to torture the patient
into admitting himself?
Pretty sure it was your idea.
You want me to slow down the test?
Wow. Everyone's got all these great ideas today.
So you're thinking patient won't leave
because leaving causes pain,
so we gotta make staying more painful.
That actually makes sense.
You'll increase his pain,
but not enough to make a difference.
He's on morphine. - He's on morphine now.
Pretty soon he'll be on less-phine.
'cause when you restock,
you'll actually be giving Cameron IV bags of saline.
And why do you think I'll be doing this?
Same reason you DDI the surgery.
That was because it was an emergency.
No.
It was because your marriage is falling apart.
When you confess adultery,
things tend to go bad.
When one part of your life does a Titanic,
you make a life raft out of whatever's left,
which makes your job more significant,
which is why you did the surgery,
why you pulled an all-nighter,
and why you'll do this.
She's having me sleep on the Couch.
Just for a few nights.
I'm not doing this to save my job.
I'm doing this to save his life.
Right.
That's what we'll tell everyone.
Huh.
Bzzz.
Have you considered
that it's not my place
you really want to be walking into right now?
Ric Ocasek would kill me if I—
Oh, you mean Cuddy.
Yeah, she's a little nuts.
But she's beautiful, smart, funny,
and most important, she can stand you.
Yeah. I came here to have you lecture me on Cuddy,
not because there's a killer mosquito
chasing me around my apartment.
House, there is no mosquito.
This is all about Cuddy.
Ah, she's bugging me.
Poetic.
Have you seen this bug?
Have you seen this bite?
No. What I've seen
is a suppurating wound that you've scratched
and mutilated into a gangrenous state.
Delusional parasitosis.
I am not imagining things.
House, you're a drug addict.
You're always imagining things.
You got bitten the night you kissed her.
Your itching always gets worse when you think about her.
You need to address this.
She's my boss.
No, you're not afraid of authority.
You're afraid she actually is right for you.
You're afraid to take a chance
because it's too big a chance.
If it doesn't work with her,
then maybe there's no one out there.
I am not rationalizing.
I'm better off alone.
Also, you seen her ass recently?
You're not staying here.
Oh, come on. - No.
You can go home.
Or you're going to Cuddy's,
gonna ring her doorbell,
and you're gonna ask her out on a date
like regular people do.
At 3:00 in the morning?
When do regular people sleep?
Buh-bye.
Is he in enough pain to come in yet?
No. Antibody tests back?
Inconclusive.
Then why are you here?
I missed you.
Endoscopy? - Inconclusive.
Well, then do it again.
I know it sucks,
but I need to test your stomach again.
It's really hurting.
I know. I'm sorry.
Try to get you on your back
and have you open your mouth.
I can't...
Oh. Oh, whoa. He's out.
Anything?
No pulse.
Start CPR. - Get the paddles.
Get the paddles!
Who are you calling?
Pizza. You like anchovies?
I'm calling the lawyer.
Genuine emergency.
He'll okay admission.
He's dying.
Exactly.
Hi. Sorry to wake you.
Your introvert is having a heart attack.
If we don't restart his heart...
He can survive 15 minutes on oxygen and CPR.
We can get him to the hospital in five.
Lawyer says yes.
Continue CPR. 2123 Holden green.
Patient with P.E.A. - Clear.
Wait!
I got a pulse.
Cancel the ambulance.
He's stable enough to stay here.
His heart's back to sinus rhythm,
but it's bradycardic.
Taub's putting in a temporary pacemaker.
It'll keep his heart beating for now.
Hey, Cameron,
how would you like your old job back?
I'm asking 'cause it's the only way I can fire you.
Sorry. In ER, we like to actually resuscitate
dying people,
Not just let them flop around.
Could be Lymphoma.
We'd have seen it on the abdomen.
It has to be a poison.
Organophosphates.
We checked the place over and over.
It's completely clean.
There are rose petals in the front entry.
Unless he's eating a bouquet a day,
he couldn't—
How clean? - Very.
He probably has a little OCD.
How often do you wash your tub?
Every couple days.
Bleach and ammonia?
Yeah.
You know how kids play toy soldiers
in the bath?
He likes to re-enact the Battle of Cypress.
Three times a week with real gas.
Ammonia and bleach makes chlorine gas.
Highly fat soluble.
He lost weight after the stomach pain.
Explains why his symptoms kept getting worse.
Put him on parenteral steroids and sodium bicarbonate.
Even if you're right,
that external pacemaker's gonna fail eventually.
And I don't have the skills to put in a permanent one.
Well, maybe the poison hasn't completely shot his heart.
And you won't have to feel guilty
for the rest of your life.
How am I gonna place the leads in the exact spot
on the right ventricle without fluoroscopy?
The force?
Taub put in the temporary one.
You can do that playing pin the tail on the donkey.
Permanent pacemakers need precision.
So we can use the portable X-ray.
It's not real time. - Sonogram.
And what happens when I put him into V-tach
because the sonogram isn't precise enough?
He's dying.
Exactly why I don't want to be the one
to kill him.
Thanks.
You knew I'd have to say no.
But you came anyway.
You just wanted a reason to be angry at me.
If there's something wrong between us, then—
Forget it.
You know why we spend nights
at my house?
Because when we spend them at yours...
I could tell you didn't want me there.
Why would I keep inviting you over
if I didn't want you there?
You always kicked me out every morning.
You never offered me a drawer.
You never cleared out your closet for me.
I was just a visitor.
How long have you felt like this?
From the start.
I know it's hard for you because you lost your husband,
but...
I can't keep chasing you forever.
I just tried your house. Where are you?
Clubbing. Good or bad?
Bad. Vitals are dropping.
The abdominal pain keeps getting worse.
Means we were too late with the treatment.
Tell the lawyer he's off the clock.
We're done. - You're giving up?
Call Taub. Tell him to pick up some morphine.
There's no need for the patient to be in pain.
He's on morphine.
No. He's on saline.
I figured you put him on saline
so I switched him back to morphine.
I love you.
When you reach puberty, give me—
His abdominal pain. That was on morphine?
Yes.
Is there something that causes abdominal pain
that doesn't respond to morphine?
I was right. He is being poisoned.
What's this density on his hip?
Just bone.
Think less boney.
You think he's got lead poisoning?
Explains the constipation,
the nerves, seizures.
Hold him down.
You're not gonna feel a thing...
except excruciating pain.
The mugger used hollow points.
They exploded and left fragments.
Your doctors missed a couple
hiding behind your hip bone.
It's no biggie.
Except years later, they started to dissolve,
and then, biggie, you started to dissolve.
I'll start him on chelation.
The agoraphobia, could it—
No. Lead wouldn't have started to disintegrate
till years after.
But it could have exacerbated the fear.
I don't need to change.
I know you think that.
But your life could be better.
You—you—you'd have choices.
He's lying.
About what?
About everything.
About his life.
He doesn't even think
he's happy here.
He's miserable.
I've got everything I need.
Yeah?
Well, then why did Taub find rose petals
in your entry hallway?
Struck me as a little weird.
Thought it might be medically relevant.
But it actually just told me that you were pathetic.
The day you crashed in your entryway...
was your girlfriend's birthday.
You weren't there for the mail.
You were trying to go lay flowers on her grave.
Yeah, he's got PTSD.
Yeah, he's agoraphobic.
He's also a coward.
You want to change your life, do something.
Don't believe your own rationalizations.
Don't lock yourself up, pretend you're happy.
Hi.
You were right.
About my husband.
It affected me.
It still affects me.
If you're saying you'll never be able to—
I cleaned out a drawer for you.
Like a big one.
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