[Rebecca riding bus and then running into a school. Meets up with Melanie]
Melanie: Why are you late?
Rebecca: You're not going to like the answer.
Melanie: I already know the answer.
Rebecca: I missed the bus.
Melanie: I don't doubt it, no bus stops near Brad's. You spent the night, the alarm didn't work. Or maybe it did.
Rebecca: I didn't sleep with him.
Melanie: Girl, there's...[Interrupted]
Rebecca: I missed the bus!
Melanie: There's something either very wrong with you, or there's something very wrong with him.
Rebecca: There's nothing wrong with him.
Melanie: Please tell me you know that for a fact.
Rebecca: Melanie, I gotta go.
Melanie: You're lying aren't you?
Rebecca: I wouldn't lie to you. [Turns to class of 5 year olds] Good morning guys!
Class: Good morning Miss Rebecca!
Rebecca: Everybody's in their seats?
Class: Yes!
Rebecca: Ok, Sidney, why don't you tell us what you did this weekend. Come on, Sidney, we know you're not shy.
Sidney: How come we always have to tell you what we did, and you never tell us what you did?
Class: [giggles]
Rebecca: Ok, I had a really great weekend, but you can't tell Miss Melanie, ok?
Sidney: What did you do?
Rebecca: I made a new friend. It's so much fun to make new friends, isn't it?
Class: Yeah, Yes, etc.
Girl 2: Did you tell you mom and dad about your new friend?
Rebecca: Absolutely! You should never keep anything from your parents. And I told them [gibberish]
Class: [giggles]
Rebecca: Wh..
Class [more giggles]
Rebecca: [gibberish]
Class: [Laughs and giggles]
[Rebecca goes to the board and starts writing]
Class: C, A, T, H
Sidney: "The."
Boy: We know that word, "the."
[Rebecca collapses, on the board the words "call the nurse" are written]
(Evil commercials...bane of my existence!)
[House and Wilson are walking through the hallway. All you can see is their hands and legs, showing that House is using a cane and limping. Wilson is the only one of the two wearing a lab coat.]
Wilson: 29 year old female, first seizure one month ago, lost the ability to speak. Babbled like a baby. Present deterioration of mental status.
House: See that? They all assume I'm a patient because of this cane.
Wilson: So put on a white coat like the rest of us.
House: I don't want them to think I'm a doctor.
Wilson: You see where the administration might have a problem with that attitude.
House: People don't want a sick doctor.
Wilson: Fair enough. I don't like healthy patients. The 29 year old female...
House: The one who can't talk, I liked that part.
Wilson: She's my cousin.
House: And your cousin doesn't like the diagnosis. I wouldn't either. Brain tumor, she's gonna die, boring.
Wilson: No wonder you're such a renowned diagnostician. You don't need to actually know anything to figure out what's wrong.
House: You're the oncologist; I'm just a lowly infectious disease guy.
Wilson: Hah, yes, just a simple country doctor. Brain tumors at her age are highly unlikely.
House: She's 29. Whatever she's got is highly unlikely.
Wilson: Protein markers for the three most prevalent brain cancers came up negative.
House: That's an HMO lab; you might as well have sent it to a high school kid with a chemistry set.
Wilson: No family history.
House: I thought your uncle died of cancer.
Wilson: Other side. No environmental factors.
House: That you know of.
Wilson: And she's not responding to radiation treatment.
House: None of which is even close to dispositive. All it does is raise one question. Your cousin goes to an HMO?
Wilson: Come on! Why leave all the fun for the coroner? What's the point of putting together a team if you're not going to use them? You've got three overqualified doctors working for you. Getting bored.
[Cut to Rebecca, into the nose, and up the blood stream. Cut to House looking through an MRI of Rebecca's head.]
Foreman: It's a lesion.
House: And the big green thing in the middle of the bigger blue thing on a map is an island. I was hoping for something a bit more creative.
Foreman: Shouldn't we be speaking to the patient before we start diagnosing?
House: Is she a doctor?
Foreman: No, but...
House: Everybody lies.
Cameron: Dr. House doesn't like dealing with patients.
Foreman: Isn't treating patients why we became doctors?
House: No, treating illnesses is why we became doctors, treating patients is what makes most doctors miserable.
Foreman: So you're trying to eliminate the humanity from the practice of medicine.
House: If we don't talk to them they can't lie to us, and we can't lie to them. Humanity is overrated. I don't think it's a tumor.
Foreman: First year of medical school if you hear hoof beats you think "horses" not "zebras".
House: Are you in first year of medical school? No. First of all, there's nothing on the CAT scan. Second of all, if this is a horse then the kindly family doctor in Trenton makes the obvious diagnosis and it never gets near this office. Differential diagnosis, people: if it's not a tumor what are the suspects? Why couldn't she talk?
Chase: Aneurysm, stroke, or some other ischemic syndrome.
House: Get her a contrast MRI.
Cameron: Creutzfeld-Jakob disease.
Chase: Mad cow?
House: Mad zebra.
Foreman: Wernickie's encephalopathy?
House: No, blood thiamine level was normal.
Foreman: Lab in Trenton could have screwed up the blood test. I assume it's a corollary if people lie, that people screw up.
House: Re-draw the blood tests. And get her scheduled for that contrast MRI ASAP. Let's find out what kind of zebra we're dealing with here.
[Cut to House standing at the elevator, he sees Cuddy and presses the down button twice]
Cuddy: I was expecting you in my office 20 minutes ago.
House: Really? Well, that's odd, because I had no intention of being in your office 20 minutes ago.
Cuddy: You think we have nothing to talk about?
House: No, just that I can't think of anything that I'd be interested in.
Cuddy: I sign your paychecks.
House: I have tenure. Are you going to grab my cane now, stop me from leaving?
Cuddy: That would be juvenile.
[Both enter the elevator]
Cuddy: I can still fire you if you're not doing your job.
House: I'm here from 9 to 5.
Cuddy: Your billings are practically nonexistent.
House: Rough year.
Cuddy: You ignore requests for consults.
House: I call back. Sometimes I misdial.
Cuddy: You're 6 years behind on your obligation to this clinic.
House: See, I was right, this doesn't interest me.
Cuddy: 6 years, times 3 weeks; you owe me better than 4 months.
House: It's 5:00. I'm going home.
Cuddy: To what?
House: Nice.
Cuddy: Look, Dr. House, the only reason that I don't fire you is because your reputation still worth something to this hospital.
House: Excellent, we have a point of agreement. You aren't going to fire me.
Cuddy: Your reputation won't last up if you don't do your job. The clinic is part of your job. I want you to do your job.
House: Well, like the philosopher Jagger once said, "You can't always get what you want."
[Scene of hospital from above, cut to hallway, Rebecca in wheelchair with Cameron, Chase, and Foreman around.]
Rebecca: You're not my doctor. Are you Dr. House?
Chase: Thankfully no. I'm Dr. Chase.
Cameron: Dr. House is the head of diagnostic medicine. He's very busy, but he has taken a keen interest in your case.
[Cut to MRI room, Rebecca is on the table]
Foreman: We inject gadolinium into a vein. It distributes itself throughout your brain and acts as a contrast material for the magnetic resonance imagery.
Cameron: Basically, whatever's in your head, lights up like a Christmas tree.
Foreman: It might make you feel a little light-headed.
Nurse: Dr. Cameron. I'm sorry I have to stop you, there's a problem.
[Cut to House, busting into Cuddy's office]
House: You pulled my authorization.
Cuddy: Yes, why are you yelling?
House: No MRIs, no imaging studies, no labs.
Cuddy: You also can't make long distance phone calls.
House: If you're gonna fire me at least have the guts to face me.
Cuddy: Or photocopies; you're still yelling.
House: I'm ANGRY! You're risking a patient's life.
Cuddy: I assume those are two separate points.
House: You showed me disrespect, you embarrassed me and as long as I'm still work here you have...[interrupted]
Cuddy: Is your yelling designed to scare me because I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be scared of. More yelling? That's not scary. That you're gonna hurt me? That's scary, but I'm pretty sure I can outrun ya.
Cuddy: Oh, I looked into that philosopher you quoted, Jagger, and you're right, "You can't always get what you want," but as it turns out "if you try sometimes you get what you need."
House: So, because you want me to treat patients, you aren't letting me treat patients.
Cuddy: I need you to do your job.
[House comes out of Cuddy's office; Wilson and the ducklings are there]
House: Do the MRI, she folded. [Ducklings leave, House turns to Wilson] I've gotta do four hours a week in this clinic until I make up the time I've missed. 2054. I'll be caught up in 2054. [He walks into the clinic] You better love this cousin a whole lot.
[Cut back to MRI room Rebecca is back on the table. She is pushed into the machine.]
Cameron: All right Rebecca, [over intercom] we know you may feel a little claustrophobic in there, but we need you to remain still.
Chase: [over intercom] Ok, we're gonna begin.
[Machine starts up and makes weird sounds]
Rebecca: I don't feel so good.
Chase: It's all right. Just try to relax.
[Rebecca starts choking. Cool shot of inside her throat. You can see that it closes up]
Cameron: Rebecca? [over intercom] Rebecca? [back in booth] Rebecca! Get her out of there.
Chase: Ah she probably fell asleep; she's exhausted.
Cameron: She was claustrophobic 30 seconds ago, she's not sleeping. We gotta get her out of there!
Chase: It'll just be another minute.
Cameron: She's having an allergic reaction to gadolinium. She'll be dead in two minutes.
Foreman: Hold her neck.
Cameron: Oh, she's ashen.
Foreman: She's not breathing. Epi point five.
Cameron: Come on, I can't ventilate.
Foreman: Too much edema, where's the surgical airway kit?
Chase: Yep, coming.
[Cool cutting into Rebecca's neck sounds, and real colored blood for a change. They get her bagged.]
Chase: Good call.
(And we're back to commercials...blah...)
[Cut into hospital room, next day. Rebecca has a ventilator hooked up to her, and the ducklings are present]
Chase: We'll get that tube out of your throat later today.
Cameron: Just get some rest for now.
[They leave to hallway, House is there.]
House: Told you, can't trust people.
Cameron: She probably knew she was allergic to gadolinium, figured it was an easy way to get someone to cut a hole in her throat.
House: Can't get a picture, gonna have to get a thousand words.
Foreman: You actually want me to talk to the patient? Get a history?
House: We need to know if there's some genetic or environmental causes triggering an inflammatory response.
Foreman: I thought everybody lied?
House: Truth begins in lies. Think about it.
Foreman: That doesn't mean anything,does it?
[House walks away]
[House enters the clinic...dun dun dun!]
House: 12:52 PM Dr. House checks in, please write that down. Do you have cable TV here somewhere? General Hospital starts in 8 minutes.
Cuddy: No TV, but we've got patients.
House: Can't you give out the aspirin yourself? I'll do paperwork.
Cuddy: I made sure your first case was an interesting one.
House: Cough just won't go away, runny nose looks a funny color.
Cuddy: Patient admitted complaining of back spasms.
House: I think I read about something like that in the New England Journal of Medicine.
Cuddy: Patient is orange.
House: The color?
Cuddy: No, the fruit.
House: You mean yellow; it's jaundice.
Cuddy: I mean orange.
House: Well, how orange?
Cuddy: Exam room 1.
[Cut to House in exam room 1 with Orange Guy]
Orange Guy: I was playing golf and my cleat got stuck. I mean, it hurt a little but I kept playing. The next morning I could barely stand up. Well, you're smiling so I take it that means this isn't serious.
[House takes out his pills]
Orange Guy: What's that? What are you doing?
House: Painkillers.
Orange Guy: Oh, for you, for your leg.
House: No, 'cause they're yummy. You want one? It'll make your back feel better.
[Guy nods and House gives him a painkiller]
House: Unfortunately, you have a deeper problem. Your wife is having an affair.
Orange Guy: What?!
House: You're orange, you moron! It's one thing for you not to notice, but if your wife hasn't picked up on the fact that her husband has changed color, she's just not paying attention. By the way, do you consume just a ridiculous amount of carrots and mega-dose vitamins?
[Guy nods]
House: The carrots turn you yellow, the niacin turns you red. Get some finger-paints and do the math. And get a good lawyer.
[House leaves the room]
[Cut to House in another exam room, this time with a little boy]
House: Deep breath.
Little boy: It's cold.
House: Has he been using his inhaler?
Mother: Not in the past few days. He's, um, only ten. I worry about children taking such strong medicine so frequently.
Little boy: What happened to your leg?
[After saying this the little boy starts to wheeze a little, and continues throughout the entire time that House is talking.]
House: Your doctor probably was concerned about the strength of the medicine, too. She probably weighed that danger against the danger of not breathing. Oxygen is so important during those prepubescent years, don't you think? Ok, I'm gonna assume that no body's ever told you what asthma is, or if they have, you had other things on your mind. A stimulant triggers cells in your child's airways to release substances that inflame the air passages and cause them to contract. Mucus production increases, cell-lining starts to shed. But the steroids, the steroids...stop the inflammation. The more often this happens...[trails off and starts to leave the room]
Mother: What? "The more often this happens..."what?"
House: Forget it. If you don't trust steroids, you shouldn't trust doctors.
[House leaves]
[Cut to Rebecca's room]
Rebecca: My mother passed away three years ago. She had a heart attack, and my father broke his back doing construction.
[Cameron's pager goes off]
Cameron: It's House, it's urgent. I'm sorry.
[They go outside the room and see House waiting for them there]
Cameron: You couldn't have knocked?
House: Steroids. Give her steroids, high doses of prednisone.
Foreman: You're looking for support for a diagnosis of cerebral vasculitus.
Cameron: Inflammation of the blood vessels in the brain is awfully rare. Especially for someone her age.
House: So is a tumor. Her SED rate was elevated.
Foreman: Mildly.
Cameron: That could mean anything, or nothing.
House: Yeah, I know. I have no reason to think that it's vasculitus except that it could be.
If the blood vessels were inflamed that's gonna look exactly like what we saw on the MRI from Trenton County, and the pressure's gonna cause neurological symptoms.
Cameron: You can't diagnose that without a biopsy.
House: Yes, we can, we treat it. If she gets better we know that we're right.
Cameron: And if we're wrong?
House: We learn something else.
[Cut to overview of hospital, and then back into Rebecca's room]
Rebecca: Why steroids?
Chase: Just part of your treatment. You haven't had many visitors. No boyfriend?
Rebecca: Three dates. I wouldn't have stood by him if her were vomiting all day.
Chase: Well, what abut work? You must have friends from work.
Rebecca: Pretty much everybody I like is 5 years old. A nurse said you're stopping my radiation.
Chase: We're just trying some alternative medications. So, where's your family from then?
Rebecca: Steroids aren't an alternative to radiation.
Chase: The tests weren't really conclusive.
Cameron: We're treating you for vasculitus, it's the inflammation of blood vessels in the brain.
Rebecca: It's not a tumor? I don't have a tumor?
[Cut to hallway with Cameron and Chase]
Chase: You should have told her the truth. It's a long shot guess.
Cameron: [to nurse] Thank you. [To Chase] If House is right, no harm, if he's wrong we've given a dying woman a couple days hope.
Chase: False hope.
Cameron: If there was any other type available I would have given her that.
[Cut to classroom where Foreman is smelling the floor]
Sidney: Why are you smelling Billy's pants?
Foreman: I'm not.
Sidney: Looked like you were.
Foreman: I was smelling the floor.
Sidney: Oh.
Foreman: Do you have any pets in this class?
Sidney: No, but we used to have a gerbil, but Carly L. dropped a book on it.
Foreman: Careless.
Sidney: Do you need to smell it?
Foreman: No, I'm smelling for mold. I don't need to smell it.
Sidney: You can smell our parrot.
Foreman: You said you didn't have any pets in this class.
Sidney: A parrot is a bird.
[Cut to House and Foreman eating lunch with some Soap on the TV that has House's attention more than Foreman does]
Foreman: Parrots are the primary source of psitticosis.
House: It's not the parrot.
Foreman: Psitticosis can lead to nerve problems and neurological complications.
House: How many kids were there in the class?
Foreman: 20.
House: How many are home sick?
Foreman: None, but...
House: None, but you think that 5 year olds are more serious about bird hygiene than their teacher. You've been through her home?
Foreman: She lives in Trenton. I can go up to her room tomorrow morning and ask her for the key.
House: Would the police call for permission before dropping by to check out a crime scene?
Foreman: It's not a crime scene.
House: Far as I know she's running a Meth Lab out of her basement.
Foreman: She's a kindergarten teacher!
House: And if I was a Kindergarten student I would trust her implicitly. [Sigh] Ok, I'll give you a for instance. The lady back there, who made your egg-salad sandwich. Her eyes look glassy, did you notice that? Now hospital policy is to stay home if you're sick, but if you're making $8.00 an hour, then ya kinda need the $8.00 an hour right? The sign in the bathroom says that employees must wash after using the facilities, but I figure that somebody who wipes snot on a sleeve isn't hyper concerned about sanitary conditions. So what do ya think? Should I trust her? I want you to check the patient's home for contaminants, garbage, medication...[interrupted]
Foreman: Whoa, oh, I can't just break into someone's house.
House: Isn't that how you got into the Felker's home? [pause] Yeah, I know, court records are sealed, you were 16, it was a stupid mistake, but your old gym teacher has a big mouth. You should write a thank you note.
Foreman: I should thank him?
House: Well, I needed somebody around here with street smarts. Ok? Knows when you're being conned, knows how to con.
Foreman: I should sue you!
House: I'm pretty sure you can't sue somebody for wrongful hiring.
Foreman: But I'm pretty sure I can sue if you fire me for not breaking into some lady's house.
[Foreman eats the rest of the sandwich]
[Cut to House sitting and reading "Spring's hottest people' Magazine, Cuddy walks in]
House: I'm doing research. People are fascinating aren't they?
Cuddy: Why are you giving Adler steroids?
House: Well, she's my patient that's what you do with patients. You give them medicine.
Cuddy: You don't prescribe medicine based on guesses. At least we don't since Tuskeegee and Mengele.
House: You're comparing me to a Nazi? Nice.
Cuddy: I'm stopping the treatment.
House: She's my patient.
Cuddy: It's my hospital.
House: I did not get her sick, she is not an experiment, I have a legitimate theory about what's wrong with her.
Cuddy: With no proof.
House: There's never any proof. 5 different doctors come up with 5 different diagnoses based on the same evidence.
Cuddy: You don't have any evidence. And nobody knows anything huh? Then how is it that you always assume you're right?
House: I don't, I just find it hard to operate on the opposite assumption. And why are you so afraid of making a mistake?
Cuddy: Because I'm a doctor. Because when we make mistakes people die.
[She walks off up the stairs]
House: Come on.
[House thinks about going up the stairs, but decides against it]
House: People used to have more respect for cripples you know! [Turns to a guy in a wheelchair] They didn't really.
[Cut to Cuddy entering Rebecca's room. Rebecca is eating voraciously.]
Cuddy; So, how ya feeling?
Rebecca: Much better, thanks. Are you Dr. House? I thought he was a he, but...?
Cuddy: No. Don't eat too much too fast.
Rebecca: Thank him for me.
Cuddy: Right.
[Cuddy exits the room, and House is standing there, Cuddy is a bit surprised by him standing there.]
House: Should I discontinue the treatment, boss?
Cuddy: You got lucky.
[She walks off]
House: Cool, huh?
[Cut to the outside of the hospital, and back into Rebecca's room, it's now night and Wilson is there]
Wilson: Ok, once again.
[Rebecca takes a deep breath]
Wilson: Good.
Rebecca: Am I ever gonna meet Dr. House?
Wilson: [scoffs] Well, you might run into him at the movies or on the bus.
Rebecca: Is he a good man?
Wilson: He's a good doctor.
Rebecca: Can you be one without the other? Don't you have to care about people?
Wilson: Caring's a good motivator. He's found something else. [Has Rebecca grab his hands] Feel this?
Rebecca: umhmm
Wilson: How about this?
Rebecca: umhmm
Wilson: Ok squeeze. [Pause] Harder. All right.
Rebecca: He's your friend, huh?
Wilson: Yeah.
Rebecca: Does he care about you?
Wilson: I think so.
Rebecca: You don't know?
Wilson: As Dr. House likes to say, "Everybody lies."
Rebecca: It's not what people say, it's what they do.
Wilson: [Pause] Yes, he cares about me.
Rebecca: I can't see. [Pause] I can't see.
[She starts having a seizure and monitors go crazy]
Wilson: A little help in here!
[Flat line on the heart monitor]
(Commercial, again, evil!)
[Cut back to Rebecca's room, daytime, she has an oxygen mask on. Foreman is there]
Foreman: Your chest will be sore for a while. We needed to shock you to get your heart going. Ok. [He lays a bunch of cards with pictures on them in front of Rebecca] Can you arrange these to tell a story?
[cut to pictures and then to House's office]
Foreman: She couldn't put them in order.
Chase: Could the damage have been caused by a lack of oxygen during her seizure?
Foreman: No, I gave her the same test 5 minutes later and she did just fine. The altered mental status is intermittent, just like the verbal skills.
Cameron: So, what now?
Foreman: Given the latest symptoms it's clearly growing deeper into the brain stem. Soon she won't be able to walk, she'll go blind permanently, and then the respiratory center will fail.
House: How long do we have?
Foreman: If it's a tumor we're talking a month, maybe two, if it's infectious a few weeks, if it's vascular that'll probably be fastest of all, maybe a week.
House: We're gonna stop all treatment.
[House gets up and walks over to the drinks.]
Foreman: I still think it's a tumor. I think we should go back to the radiation.
Chase: She didn't respond to the radiation.
Foreman: Well, maybe we didn't see the effects until we started steroids.
House: No, it's not a tumor. The steroids did something, I just don't know what.
Foreman: So we're just gonna do nothing? We're just gonna watch her die?
House: Yeah, we're gonna watch her die. Specifically we're gonna watch how fast she's dying. You just told us, each diagnosis has its own timeframe. When we see how fast it's killing her we'll know what it is.
Cameron: And by then maybe there's nothing we can do about it.
Foreman: There's go to be something we can do, something better than watching her die.
House: Well, I got nothing. How 'bout you?
[Cut to hallway, Foreman and Cameron exit the office]
Foreman: b*st*rd. [Turns to Cameron] Oh, Cameron, I need you for a couple of hours.
Cameron: What's up?
Foreman: When you break into someone's house; it's always better to have a white chick with you.
Cameron: Adler's house? Why don't we just ask her for a key?
Foreman: For all we know she could be running a meth lab out of her basement.
[Cut to clinic and House is with a patient, a guy]
Guy: I'm tired a lot.
House: Any other reason you think you may have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome?
Guy: It's kinda the definition isn't it?
House: It's kinda the definition of getting older.
Guy: I had a couple headaches last month, mild fever, sometimes I can't sleep, and I have trouble concentrating.
House: Apparently not while researching this stuff on the internet.
Guy: I was thinking it also might be fibromyalgia.
House: [Looks contemplative, and then serious] Excellent diagnosis [sarcastic]!
Guy: Is there anything for that?
House: [heavy sigh] Ya know, I think there just might be.
[House goes out of the room, and to the dispensary.]
House: I need 36 Vicodin, and change for a dollar.
Nurse: (jumbled, I can't tell)
[House gets his change and goes to a candy machine. He gets white candies out of the machine, and goes back to the counter. There he takes the Vicodin and slips them into his pocket, exchanging them for the candy.]
House: Exam room 2. [Places the bottle back on the counter.]
[SCENE_BREAK]
[Cut to Cameron and Foreman in Rebecca's house]
Cameron: House doesn't believe in pretense. Figures life's too short and too painful. So he just says what he thinks.
Foreman: Nothing interesting in the garbage. "I say what I think" is just another way of saying "I'm an ass."
Cameron: Well, if you wanted to be judged on your medical prowess only, maybe you shouldn't have broken into someone's home.
Foreman: I was 16! Don't know about ticks, but her dog's definitely got fleas.
Cameron: I managed to make it to 17 without a criminal record.
[Foreman is in the fridge, and takes out some ham and mustard]
Foreman: Yeah? Well you obviously didn't grow up in my neighborhood.
Cameron: That's right. You stole a loaf of bread to feed your starving family right? You always eat during break-ins?
Foreman: Am I supposed to respect their food more than I respect their DVD players? You want some?
Cameron: No.
Foreman: You gonna go hungry until she dies?
Cameron: No.
Foreman: You know what, after centuries of oppression, decades of civil rights marches, and more significantly living like a monk, never getting less than a 4.0 GPA, you don't think it's kind of disgusting I get one of the top jobs in the country because I'm a delinquent? We'll eat, then we'll tear up the carpet.
Cameron: You went to Hopkins right?
Foreman: Yep.
Cameron: So, you went to a better school than I did, got better grades than I did.
Foreman: So how'd you get the job? Did you stab a guy in a bar fight?
[Off Cameron's face, a little disturbed]
[Cut to the hospital exterior, daytime, then into House's office again]
Foreman: Nothing.
House: It's not a tumor; she's getting worse too fast. She can't stand up.
Wilson: No toxins, no medication?
Foreman: Nothing that would explain these symptoms.
Wilson: Family history of neurological problems?
Foreman: Not that I could tell from her underwear drawer.
House: You said nothing that would explain these symptoms. What did you find that doesn't explain these symptoms?
Foreman: Dr. Wilson convinced you to treat this patient under false pretenses. Adler's not his cousin.
Wilson: That's ridiculous. You can ask her yourself. Can we get back to... [interrupted]
Foreman: She's not Jewish!
Wilson: Rachel Adler's not Jewish?
Foreman: I had ham at her apartment!
Wilson: [chuckles] Dr. Foreman, a lot of Jews have non-Jewish relatives, and most of us don't keep kosher. I can see getting through high school without learning a thing about Jews, but medical school...
Foreman: Ok, maybe she's Jewish, but she's definitely not your cousin.
Wilson: Really? This guy's...he...
Foreman: You don't even know her name! You called her Rachel; her name is Rebecca!
Wilson: Yes, yes, her name is Rebecca. I call her Rachel.
[While this is going on House is very quiet and you can almost see that he is putting things together}
House: You idiot!
Wilson: Hey...listen...
House: Not you, him! You said you didn't find anything.
Foreman: Everything I found was in [interrupted]
House: You found ham.
Foreman: So?
House: Where there's ham there's pork, where there's pork there's neurocysticercosis.
Chase: Tapeworm?! You think she's got a worm in her brain?
House: It fits. Could have been living there for years, it never occurred to me [interrupted]
Cameron: Millions of people eat ham every day. It's quite a leap to think that she's got a tapeworm.
House: OK, Mr. Neurologist. What happens when you give steroids to a person who has a tapeworm?
Foreman: They, they get a little better and then they get worse.
Wilson: Just like Rebecca Adler did.
[Cut out and then in again, House has a book and lays it on the table, open to a page on tapeworms]
House: In a typical case if you don't cook pork well enough you ingest live tapeworm larvae. They got these little hooks they grab onto your bowel, they live, they grow up, they reproduce.
Chase: Reproduce? There's only got one lesion, and it's nowhere near her bowel.
House: That's because this is not a typical case. Tapeworm can produce 20 to 30,000 eggs a day. Guess where they go.
Foreman: Out.
House: Not all of them. Unlike the larvae, the egg can pass right through the walls of the intestines and into the blood stream. And where does the blood stream go?
Cameron: Everywhere.
House: As long as it's healthy the immune system doesn't even know it's there. The worm builds a wall, uses secretions to shut down the body's immune response and control fluid flow. It's really kinda beautiful.
Foreman: As long as it's healthy, so what do we do? Call a vet and nurse the little guy back to health?
House: It's too late for that. It's dying, and as it dies this parasite loses the ability to control of the host's defenses. The immune system wakes up and attacks the worm and everything starts to swell, and that is very bad for the brain.
Wilson: It could still be a hundred other things. The eosinophil count was normal.
Chase: It's only abnormal in 30% of cases.
Wilson: Proving nothing.
House: No, no, no, no, you see, it fits, it's perfect! It explains everything.
Wilson: But it proves nothing.
House: I can prove it by treating it.
Wilson: No, you can't. I was just with her, she doesn't want any more treatments, she doesn't want any more experiments, she wants to go home and die.
(Commercials! Gah! I wish commercials would go home and die!)
[Cut back into Rebecca's room, it's nighttime and House enters]
House: [To nurse] Will you excuse us, please?
[Nurse leaves]
House: I'm Dr. House.
Rebecca: It's good to meet you.
House: You're being an idiot. Ahem. [Pause] You have a tapeworm in your brain, it's not pleasant, but if we don't do anything you'll be dead by the weekend.
Rebecca: Have you actually seen the worm?
House: When you're all better I'll show you my diplomas.
Rebecca: You were sure I had vasculitus too. Now I can't walk and I'm wearing a
diaper. What's this treatment gonna do for me?
House: I'm not talking about a treatment; I'm talking about a cure. But because I might be wrong, you want to die.
Rebecca: What made you a cripple?
House: I had an infarction.
Rebecca: A heart attack?
House: It's what happens when the blood flow is obstructed. If it's in the heart it's a heart attack. If it's in the lungs it's a pulmonary embolism. If it's in the brain it's a stroke. I had it in my thigh muscles.
Rebecca: Wasn't there something they could do?
House: There was plenty they could do, if they made the right diagnosis, but the only symptom was pain. Not may people get to experience muscle death.
Rebecca: Did you think you were dying?
House: I hoped I was dying.
Rebecca: So you hide in your office, refuse to see patients because you don't like the way people look at you. You feel cheated by life so now you're gonna get even with the world. You want me to fight this. Why? What makes you think I'm so much better than you?
House: When you're scared, you'll turn into me.
Rebecca: I just want to die with a little dignity.
House: There's no such thing! Our bodies break down, sometimes when we're 90, sometimes before we're even born, but it always happens and there's never any dignity in it. I don't care if you can walk, see, wipe your own ass. It's always ugly, always. [Pause] You can live with dignity, we can't die with it.
[Cut to hallway, outside the room, looks like daytime, but it could be the lights in the hospital.]
House: No treatment.
Foreman: Maybe we can get a court order, override her wishes. Claim she doesn't have the capacity to make this decision.
House: But she does.
Cameron: But we could claim that the illness made her mentally incompetent.
Foreman: Pretty common result.
House: That didn't happen here.
Wilson: He's not gonna do it. She's not just a file to him anymore. He respects her.
Cameron: So because you respect her, you're going to let her die?
House: I solved the case, my work is done.
[House starts to walk away]
House: Patients always want proof, we're not making cars here, we don't give guarantees.
[House continues walking, Off Chase]
Chase: I think we can prove it's a worm. It's noninvasive, it's safe. I'm not completely sure but...[interrupted]
House: Yeah, yeah, yeah what's the damn idea?
Chase: Have you ever seen a worm under an x-ray, a regular old no contrast 100-year-old technology x-ray? They light up like shotgun pellets. Just like on a contrast MRI.
Foreman: Which is the same thing as a CT scan, which we did, which proved nothing.
House: Worm cysts is the same density as the cerebrospinal fluid, we're not going to see anything in her head, but Chase is right, he's right, we should x-ray her, but we don't x-ray her brain, we x-ray her leg, worms love thigh muscle. If she's got one in her head I guarantee you there's one in her leg.
[Cut to x-ray table, Rebecca is on it, and they focus on her leg, x-ray is taken.]
Chase: Hold still, Rebecca.
[...And the worm shows up. Cut to Rebecca's hospital room, day.]
Chase: This here is a worm larva. [Chase pointing to x-ray of her leg]
Rebecca: So, if it's in my leg, it's in my brain?
Chase: Are you looking for a guarantee? It's there, probably been there 6 to 10 years.
Rebecca: Could I have more?
Chase: Probably. It's good news.
Rebecca: What do we do now?
Chase: Now we get you better. Albendazole.
[Hands her a cup with two pills in it.]
Rebecca: Two pills?
Chase: Yeah, every day for at least a month with a meal.
Rebecca: Two pills?
Chase: Yeah, possible side effects include abdominal pain, nausea, headache, dizziness, fever, and hair loss. We'll probably make you keep taking the pills even if you get every one of those.
[Rebecca smirks, and then downs the pills]
[Cut to House's office, day. Cameron's there waiting as House enters.]
Cameron: Why did you hire me?
House: Does it matter?
Cameron: Kinda hard to work for a guy who doesn't respect you.
House: Why?
Cameron: Is that rhetorical?
House: No, it just seems that way because you can't think of an answer. Does it make a difference why I think I'm a jerk? The only thing that matters is what you think. Can you do the job?
Cameron: You hired a black guy because he had a juvenile record.
House: No, it wasn't a racial thing, I didn't see a black guy. I just saw a doctor...with a juvenile record. I hired Chase 'cause his dad made a phone call. I hired you because you are extremely pretty.
Cameron: You hired me to get into my pants?!
House: I can't believe that that would shock you. It's also not what I said. No, I hired you because you look good; it's like having a nice piece of art in the lobby.
Cameron: I was in the top of my class.
House: But not THE top.
Cameron: I did an internship at the Mayo Clinic.
House: Yes, you were a very good applicant.
Cameron: But not the best?
House: Would that upset you, really, to think that you were hired because of some genetic gift of beauty not some genetic gift of intelligence?
Cameron: I worked very hard to get where I am.
House: But you didn't have to. People choose the paths that gain them the greatest rewards for the least amount of effort. That's a law of nature, and you defied it. That's why I hired you. You could have married rich, could have been a model, you could have just shown up and people would have given you stuff. Lots of stuff, but you didn't, you worked your stunning little ass off.
Cameron: Am I supposed to be flattered?
House: Gorgeous women do not go to medical school. Unless they're as damaged as they are beautiful. Were you abused by a family member?
Cameron: No!
House: Sexually assaulted?
Cameron: No.
House: But you are damaged, aren't you?
[Cameron hesitates, and in that moment her pager goes off]
Cameron: I have to go.
[She leaves, cut to orange guy (not so orange now) in with Cuddy]
Orange guy: I followed her. I couldn't stop thinking about what that doctor said.
Cuddy: I told you not to listen to him, he's an idiot.
Orange guy: I was ORANGE.
Cuddy: I don't want to know what you found out.
Orange guy: You don't care?
Cuddy: I'm your doctor, you've been good to me and good to this hospital, of course I care, but I don't see how this conversation can end well for me. Either your wife is having an affair, or she's not having an affair and you have come here because you rightly think I should fire him, but I can't even if it cost me your money, the son of a bitch is the best doctor we have.
[Cut to his finger, now missing his ring]
[Cut to Rebecca's room, Chase enters]
Chase: Feeling any better?
Rebecca: I can't complain.
Chase: As you know the hospital has certain rules, and as you also know we tend to ignore them, but I think this one's gonna be a little obvious unless we get your help.
[Cameron enters with Rebecca's class]
Cameron: If anyone asks, you have 11 daughters and 5 sons.
Rebecca: Hi, you guys!
Class: Hi!
Rebecca: Come here!
[They gather around her bed and present her with a card.]
Rebecca: It's so good to see you guys! I missed you! Is this for me?
[Rebecca opens it and inside it says "Miss Rebecca we're glad you're not dead"]
Rebecca: Oh, I love you guys. [To Chase and Cameron] I wanted to thank Dr. House, but he never visited again.
Cameron: He cured you, you didn't cure him.
Rebecca: [Talking to class] Ok, I want a hug and a kiss from every single one of you. Get up here right now!
Class: [Giggles, and laughs]
[They get up on the bed with Rebecca]
[Cut to House watching General Hospital (I assume)]
Female Dr. on mini TV: There.
Male Dr on mini TV: Hold on.
Female Dr. on mini TV: She's converted.
House: You said she was your cousin. Why would you lie?
Wilson: It got you to take the case.
House: You lied to a friend to save a stranger, you don't think that's screwed up?
Wilson: You've never lied to me?
House: I NEVER lie.
Wilson: Oh, really.
Male Dr on mini TV: Why do we do this?
Female Dr. on mini TV: Because we're doctors, when we make mistakes people die.
[House gets a great little smirk here, re: Cuddy using the same line earlier]
[Knock on the door]
Nurse: Dr. House? You have a patient.
[Nurse pulls the blinds away to reveal the guy that House gave the candy pills to.]
Nurse: He says he needs a refill.
House: Got change for a dollar?
[Cut to outside the hospital and aerial view of the campus.]
Singing: "No, you can't always get what you want." "You can't always get what you want."


Int. Sydney's apartment. She looks at herself in the mirror with a weird/curious look, then walks over to the sink and sits down. Then, pushing the tap up to let the water run, she puts a kettle under the tap and fills it up. She walks over to the stove and let the water boil, while picking up a box and reading its contents of a sachet. A man runs across the translucent doors and he pushes them open. It's Vaughn, grocery bag in his hands.
VAUGHN: Back! Sydney looks up, a smile growing on her face.
SYDNEY: Hey. What took you so long?
VAUGHN: Traffic light out on Venice. She still has a weird look on her face as he comes over and kisses her.
SYDNEY: Would you look at something for me?
VAUGHN: Yeah.
SYDNEY: See an eyelash? (Widens her left eye with her hand) Something itches like hell.
VAUGHN: (he looks) No.
SYDNEY: Sure?
VAUGHN: Yeah, maybe those contacts you wore on the Ireland mission irritated your eye. She doesn't look too convinced.
SYDNEY: Yeah. Vaughn starts taking the groceries out of the bag and Sydney peers into the bag.
SYDNEY: What's this?
VAUGHN: What do you think about Orecchietti?
SYDNEY: I don't think I've ever heard of it. Vaughn takes a cutting knife out. The sound made is loud and crisp, and Sydney has a weird look on her face again.
SYDNEY: Wait a minute, don't tell me you cook.
VAUGHN: (A smile on his face) There are a lot of things about me you don't know.
SYDNEY: You clean, too? (She's still looking through the grocery bag)
VAUGHN: I've been known to. Why, you thinking about hiring me?
SYDNEY: Why would I hire you when I get you for free?
VAUGHN: (small laugh) Are you taking a bath?
SYDNEY: (She walks behind him) Maybe. (There's a somewhat cheeky look on her face) Maybe we're gonna take a bath. Close up shot of Vaughn cutting the broccoli. He accidentally cuts his finger.
VAUGHN: Ah, damn it. Sydney rushes over immediately, a look of concern etched on her face.
SYDNEY: You okay?
VAUGHN: Yeah, I'm fine. (Sydney takes his hand to inspect the wound)
SYDNEY: Let me see. (She applies pressure to it)
VAUGHN: It's nothing.
SYDNEY: Not nothing. (They look at each other and Vaughn looks pleased at her concern.) Scene changes. The background music now sounds like it's coming from the radio. We get another closeup of their hands, and this time Sydney is putting a bandaid over the wound. Vaughn looks at her and smiles a little, and she puts his finger to her mouth and kisses it.
SYDNEY: Here you go. All better.
VAUGHN: You're gonna make a great mom.
SYDNEY: Yeah, maybe. The statement seemed to have hit a raw nerve. She stands up, presumably to place the bandaid box to its place and in front of the mirror again.
SYDNEY: Just that, my mom wasn't exactly the best role model.
VAUGHN: Well the good news is that, you're nothing like your mother. Suddenly a warped voice in a voice over.
VOICEOVER: You're not there yet, Sydney. She looks up in mild shock, then meets the eyes of Vaughn.
SYDNEY: Did you hear that?
VAUGHN: What. (It was almost as if it was a statement and not an answer...)
SYDNEY: Radio.
VOICEOVER: You need to go further back. Follow Vaughn
VAUGHN: It's just the radio, Syd. If you don't like it we can turn it off. She seems to like that idea a lot.
SYDNEY: That's right. Vaughn switches off the radio, then smiles.
VAUGHN: How about a nice bottle of wine with this bath?
SYDNEY: That would be great. Vaughn walks away, and Sydney looks in the mirror again. This time, she is shocked by what she sees. Something odd is reflected; a blue hue. Sydney sees herself being held on a chair with electrodes stuck to her forehead and she squints. The scene changes into the actual scene of her being tortured for information. The camera view is now a mesh of colours which focuses slightly, and as it pans it occurs that we're looking through Sydney's eyes: She sees a doctor.
SYDNEY: Who are you?
DOCTOR: Shh. Syd, sit still. We're almost there, Sydney. He takes a syringe.
DOCTOR: We almost have what we need. We just need to go a little further. Sydney squints and looks utterly confused. She sees him sucking liquid into the syringe and asks.
SYDNEY: What are you doing to me?
DOCTOR: Nothing for you to worry about. I'm just trying to help you relax.
SYDNEY: Why? What do you want? (The doctor shushes her)
DOCTOR: I just need to find a vein... A distorted voice fills the room.
DISTORTED VOICE: Stop. Are you certain this won't harm the baby?
DOCTOR: Quite certain.
SYDNEY: (almost as if getting out of a stupor) Wait, the baby... don't...
DOCTOR: (towards the one-side mirror) But if you want your answer you're going to need to let me do my job.
SYDNEY: Who is that behind there? Who's behind there?
DISTORTED VOICE: Okay, you may proceed.
SYDNEY: If you hurt my baby... (he sticks the syringe in) I swear to you... (tears stream down her cheeks) I will kill you. We see the view from Sydney's eyes again, and the doctor gets blurred. End of scene.
SAN FR[A]NCISCO
2 DAYS EARLIER
Ext. Rain is pouring down and camera pans to a woman serving noodles.
WOMAN: You like? We see Peyton at the receiving end.
PEYTON: Yes, I like very much!
WOMAN: It's nice to see girl like you eating noodle. My granddaughter, she tell me, 'too many carbs!' Peyton smiles politely and barely eats two mouthfuls of noodles before the door rings open. A man in a suit walks through the door and she jumps on her feet.
PEYTON: Thank you! I'm late for a date!
WOMAN: Okay! Bye bye! She rushes off and catches up with the man in the suit through the rain.
PEYTON: Excuse me, Mister! Thank god, I'm supposed to meet some friends in the [Mission?] district. My cab driver from Oackland just dropped me off here and zoomed off. I - I've been trying to find a cab, and no one here seems to...
MAN: There's a stand two blocks over the right.
PEYTON: Thank you! He turns to walk away and she calls him again.
PEYTON: Oh, do you know what time it is? He comes back and looks at his watch.
MAN: Yeah, it's - (she stabs him and blood spews out from his mouth)
PEYTON: Nice watch. (She pulls the knife out and places him against the wall, rummaging through his pockets and takes his watch off, looking furtively around (Because, like, there isn't anybody on that street, you know.) and walks away) She walks quickly through the same door and walks up the stairs, fiddling with the watch which is now on her wrist. Stopping at a door, she pushes three knobs up and gets green light, then placing the wristwatch on a sensor.
ACCESSING...
AGENT ZACHARY TURNER
ACCESS GRANTED
The door opens and she enters the room, stopping at the nearest desk. There is another agent at his own desk.
AGENT: Again Turner? You'll miss your plane. Peyton types.
AGENT MICHAEL VAUGHN
AGENT: You missed that pickup in Cartagena, I'm gonna hear it from the Director.
She presses enter while looking at the other agent, worried. Lots of technical effects before the screen stops at SERVER 4 SLOT 29. The agent turns around just as she walks towards server 4 presumably.
AGENT: What did you forget this time? He gets up and looks, while the camera pans to Peyton looking for the server - still - and finally reaching it. The agent looks at the computer (still beeping away) and Peyton takes a handdrill to loosen the screws of slot 29. He walks the way of server 4; and Peyton continues to loosen the remaining screws. The agent finally reaches the spot - Peyton isn't there anymore. He starts to walk away, then looks at slot 29: it's open, so he walks towards it... Peyton jumps from behind and strangles him with a cord, asphyxiating him. She kicks him in the calf and he goes down on his knees, and she tightens the cord. He struggles... then dies. Peyton retrieves the data, puts it in her handbag and leaves, taking a last look at the dead agent.
Cut to outside. The first agent she killed is still propped up against the wall... Then slumps to the wet ground. Nice noodle woman comes around.
WOMAN: Mister! You okay?! Peyton walks through that same door again, one ear against her cellphone.
PEYTON: This is agent 4962 Bravo. Requesting for technician. Cuts to DeSantis in his office.
DESANTIS: This is he.
PEYTON: Dr. DeSantis, this is Kelly Peyton.
DESANTIS (VO): Were you able to retrieve Agent Vaughn's files?
Peyton: Yes. I'm exiting Chao Ke Street now. Camera pans to nice noodle woman who exclaims in anguish as she pokes at the dead agent.
(the background sounds of the woman screaming)
PEYTON: I'll run the analysis in the attaché (?)
DESANTIS: Excellent. I'll let our benefactors know. (Referring to the background sound) What is that noise?
PEYTON: You know how it is. Rough neighbourhood.
She clips the phone off. Off the camera, we see her walking away and the dead agent is still lying on the ground; the background sounds still filled with screams and shouts...
Cut to the Alias Theme
(Or now is the time in Alias when we (used to, until the episode!) dance!)
Camera pans over a nice shot of the skyscrapers of LA.
(camera cuts to the interior of a hospital. The doctor leads the way and Jack is in front of Sydney)
(Voiceover) DOCTOR LYNN: After your initial triage and check-in, we'll bring you up here into the labouring and delivery room.
SYDNEY: So this is where I'll be getting my epidural.
DOCTOR LYNN: Yes, it is. (she laughs lightly) If you want one.
SYDNEY: I do. I'm - I'm not a big fan of pain.
JACK: Are there any adjustments Sydney should be making to her life style? I'm sure her boss at the bank would be (he pauses slightly) happy to lighten her workload.
DOCTOR LYNN: No, she's fine. I tell mothers staying active for as long as they can is a good thing.
They stop in the middle of the ward.
DOCTOR LYNN: You must be excited. Won't be much longer now.
SYDNEY: Oh no, the due date's still three weeks away.
DOCTOR LYNN: Sure it is, but you never know. Your baby might be in a hurry. You're far enough along (camera cuts to Sydney's slightly shocked expression) if your water broke today we could expect a healthy delivery. (Sydney nods)
SYDNEY: Wow, I, uh I didn't know that. (Doctor's pager beeps)
DOCTOR LYNN: My service. I need to run. (she smiles at Sydney) I'll see you next week for your check-up. Sydney seems overwhelmed, but nods anyway.
SYDNEY: Okay. They start walking out of the ward. Cut to Jack's slightly humoured expression:
JACK: So, any day.
SYDNEY: Well she said it could be any day. (she shrugs it off, but her expression on her face remains slightly surprised) They stop at the nursery, and the camera pans on a baby. His father is looking at him lovingly, and the camera pans back on Sydney's forlorn expression. Jack looks at Sydney awkwardly, then reaches into his pocket.
JACK: I have something for you.
SYDNEY: What? He hands her a little wrapped gift and she looks surprised.
SYDNEY: A gift?
JACK: Technically, no (she starts pulling at the ribbon), it's already yours. I'm just... returning it. She opens it, all the while sharing a smile on his face. It's a little rattler.
JACK: Your mother and I bought it when you were born. You wouldn't let it out of your sight 'til you're almost three. Reminds me of the time when I could keep you safe. (Sydney is full of gratitude, then of sadness)
SYDNEY: It's beautiful, Dad, thank you. Scene cuts to APO. Marshall is doing some soldering work. Grace walks in.
GRACE: You wanted to see me?
MARSHALL: Oh, yeah, hey! Agent Grace! (he puts the soldering pen down and then takes his protective glasses on) Listen, I was doing some housekeeping: logging aliases, uh, safe house authorisation, family contacts. You know. The sucky part of my job. (Grace cracks a little smile) And I came across... a mistake in your file so I contacted Langley, turns out I don't have a proper clearance to my own job.
GRACE: What did you find?
MARSHALL: Marriage certificate from 7 years ago. Listen, if it supports just an outdated alias I probably ought to resend it sooner or later... you know.
GRACE: (shaking his head a little) It's not a mistake. I was married.
MARSHALL: Really. I'm sorry, I never heard you mention that.
GRACE: For three years. Didn't work out.
MARSHALL: Totally understand that. I mean, it's a - it's a struggle to -
GRACE: (curtly) Hey do me a favour. Next time you have a question about my personal life, why don't you call me before Langley?
MARSHALL: (stupefied) Absolutely. I - I'm really sorry. His computer starts beeping.
MARSHALL: Uh oh. Camera pans to the computer screen:
Breached apx: Currenttime }{ - 0400 hours
Documents Compromised: Agnet Mortality Logs Contact Protocol Database Audio Field Journals Biometries logs and tables >> additional undetermined docs. Perpetrator identified as [pf21] Prophet Five ...
GRACE: I'll get Jack. (He walks away.) Cuts to APO briefing room. Jack is standing up while Sydney, Dixon, Grace, Marshall and Rachel sits around the table.
JACK: Four hours ago an agency facility storing closed matters was breached. (He presses on a button and the screen displays Peyton) Security cameras identifies the perpetrator as an operative of Prophet Five.
RACHEL: Kelly Peyton.
DIXON: Do we know what she took?
JACK: Among the archives, were files of all our agents killed in the line of duty. Their contact protocols, audio field journals biometric read-outs (Sydney *looks* at him)
SYDNEY: They were Vaughn's files, weren't they? (He looks at her) You were going to have to say it eventually.
JACK: (nods) Yes, that's right. Sydney looks at him then looks away.
DIXON: Why would they want Vaughn's files?
JACK: Isn't clear at the moment, which leaves us in a vulnerable position.
SLOANE: Vaughn's investigations of Prophet Five were off-the-books; it's unlikely he kept those records on CIA files.
JACK: I've tasked Tom and Marshall on disabling all of Vaughn's official protocols. (he looks at Dixon) I'll like you to locate any of his old contacts to ensue a warning. Sloane will oversee Rachel in analysing the remainder of the intel.
SYDNEY: Me? (She looks on, earnest)
JACK: Though I would prefer to keep you close by, I know that's not an option. (There's a hint of a smile as he talks to Sydney. She gives him a "Well, what can you do about me?" look) Given her intimate knowledge of Prophet Five and her association with Vaughn, you should meet with Renee Rienne (Sydney nods) and see if she has any idea of what they may be looking for.
SYDNEY: Yup, okay. (She collects the files and starts to leave. The others follow suit.) The camera pans to Sloane for a moment before moving back to Jack.
JACK: Sydney. (She stops in front of him) You should know, when it comes to Vaughn... I take it quite personally. She nods.
SYDNEY: I know, dad.
JACK: We're gonna fix this. It's the expression of eternal gratitude again. She walks away abruptly, and the camera focuses on Jack... It's almost as if he has got something up his sleeves...
Cut to some technician's place. It's Peyton's office. On someone's screen there are Vaughn's photos (the one the other man from Welcome to Liberty Village superimposed on the diver's suit). Peyton strides across the office.
PEYTON: (to a group of people) Anything?
WOMAN: Listen to this. (Peyton walks to her cubicle)
PEYTON: The location?
WOMAN: Not quite. But I think Vaughn shared it with Sydney Bristow. Peyton puts on the earphones.
VAUGHN ON RECORDING: And I met this afternoon to discuss the protocol for her SD-6 counter-missions. I briefed Agent Bristow on the full scope of the operation. How far it reaches.
PEYTON: Go back.
VAUGHN ON RECORDING: I briefed Agent Bristow on the full scope of their operation. How far it reaches.
WOMAN: She knows where it is. Cuts to DeSantis.
DESANTIS (on the phone): And you're certain Agent Vaughn communicated this intelligence to her? Cuts to Peyton.
PEYTON: Yes, according to his own CIA report. (she has a pleased look on her face) but it was several years ago. There's no guarantee Sydney will remember.
DESANTIS: (over the phone) That's of no concern. (Cuts to him) An associate of mine will be able to refresh her memory. I'll forward you the contact protocols of Doctor Gonsalo Boris. He is going to ask for a lot of money. Tell him I will pay half. Have him waiting for me at the Athena facility.
PEYTON: Then, you're suggesting that we abduct Sydney Bristow. (over the phone) Which you realise might compromise our larger agenda.
DESANTIS: We've been searching for more than 30 years and this is the closest we've come to retrieving Horizon. (over the phone) If Sydney Bristow can tell us where it is, we must act immediately. It's a chance we have to take. Peyton switches off the call connection.
MA[D]RID
Ext. The busy streets of Madrid. The camera pans to a park, and a group of giggling school girls walk past Sydney, who is sitting on a bench. She looks around. Renee arrives.
SYDNEY: Hello Renee.
RENEE: You look beautiful. Sydney looks down at her stomach.
SYDNEY: Doctor says it's my last week to fly.
RENEE: (sits down beside Sydney) Which means this is a special visit.
SYDNEY: Prophet Five is targeting some of Vaughn's CIA files. I need to know, did he make a record of your investigation?
RENEE: No. It was all in our heads. (Sydney looks a little disappointed)
SYDNEY: Then was there anything that Vaughn was working on, or - or any leads, or contacts that might be of value to Prophet Five now?
RENEE: What's in the files?
SYDNEY: Presumably everything he's worked on: SD-6, The Covenant, The Alliance...
RENEE: Then, no. It's impossible. All he worked on SD-6 ...(Sydney notices two goons coming towards them)
SYDNEY: (cuts in) Where did you park?
RENEE: I walked. Why?
SYDNEY: Let's move. (They get up and walk quickly)
RENEE: There's a police station at the corner, you'll be safe.
SYDNEY: Just take it easy, it might be nothing (re: Renee reaching into her pocket to take out her knives) The two goons get their guns out.
RENEE: Go. Renee turns swiftly and throws her knives like daggers into their hearts and they stumble and fall. Sydney walks in front and screeching tires are heard. She is stopped by a van and two men clothed in black gets hold of her and injects her with a tranquilliser. She is rendered unconscious.
RENEE: (shouts) Sydney! She sees two black vans driving away and takes out her gun, running after one of the vans. She shoots at the driver, and blood splatters up the windscreen. The van crashes into a car, then she takes out another gun (how many weapons does this woman keep in her pockets anyway?) and starts shooting at the storage space. She opens it and sees Desantis.
RENEE: You... Where are they taking her? (he doesn't answer, so she shouts) Where are they taking her?
CUT TO BLACK
DOCTOR: I just sedated her with a drug (?) cocktail which should take full effects within minutes. (it looks like he is speaking to whoever is behind the one way mirror) It's a chemical process of forced hypnosis which will effectively numb the body but leaves the mind partially lucid, allowing me to access any (camera pans to Sydney) part of her memory you'd like.
He walks to his desk again.
DOCTOR: Which means, it's now time to tell me what it is you're looking for.
DISTORTED VOICE: First I'd like some prove that this technique would work.
DOCTOR: Of course. He fiddles with some buttons on the machine that Sydney is hooked up on, then faces Sydney.
DOCTOR: Tell me your name. Sydney doesn't respond, and the doc tasers Sydney on her chin. She reacts physically.
DOCTOR: Tell me your name...
SYDNEY: Sydney Bristow.
DOCTOR: That's it, girl. Sydney, I want you to remember Michael Vaughn... He uses the taser on her, this time on her forehead, and she reacts physically again.
DOCTOR: Find him. Sydney is now struggling with her tears and trying her hardest not to cry.
DOCTOR: Find him and remember the time when you were both happy... A time that was meaningful... Go back, Sydney... Find him... Sydney seems to be resisting, yet the scene transits to flashes of Vaughn in the plane (Search and Rescue)
SYDNEY: (whisper) Vaughn...
[SCENE_BREAK]
Cut to Sydney on the plane. She looks at her safety guard and a weird look is on her face; she adjusts the guard. Vaughn comes forward and sits next to her, just like it was in Search and Rescue.
VAUGHN: I had it all planned out. (Cut to Sydney's bewildered face)
SYDNEY: Vaughn...?
VAUGHN: No, just, please; let me do this.
SYDNEY: Do what?
VAUGHN: I was going to take you to the beach, Santa Barbara, go for a walk, maybe; maybe during a sunset. But now, now we're here, and I have no idea (cut to Sydney who is still feeling extremely confused) what we're about to jump into. He reaches into his pocket and fishes the ring box out, opening it for Sydney.
VAUGHN: I don't know if I'll get another chance to do this.
SYDNEY: But, Vaughn, we already did this. (She shows him her ring on her finger)
VAUGHN: (frowning) I don't understand.
SYDNEY: (as if a light dawns upon her...) I think I do. The people you were looking for. The people behind Prophet Five. I think they're holding me. (she looks around conspicuously)
VAUGHN: How do you know about Prophet Five?
SYDNEY: You told me and they shot you.
VAUGHN: What, they shot me? No, I'm here.
SYDNEY: I know... They injected me with something, they hypnotised me... Trying to get something out of my head.
VAUGHN: What?
SYDNEY: I don't know... But I think they're trying to use (camera cuts to hypnotised Sydney) you against me.
DOCTOR: Stay with Vaughn, Sydney. Remember the love you feel for him. He uses the taser again, and the scene cuts back on the plane. She looks around.
SYDNEY: I should go.
VAUGHN: No. I don't wanna be without you.
SYDNEY: I know... I miss you. Vaughn notices the lack of a ring on her finger.
VAUGHN: Look. (She looks at her finger) Sydney Bristow, will you marry me?
SYDNEY: I - I don't know what I'm supposed to say...
VAUGHN: You're supposed to say 'yes'. She smiles genuinely.
SYDNEY: Yes. (Cuts to hypnotised Sydney) I wanna marry you.
DOCTOR: Ok, we've got it. Now perhaps you should tell me what we're looking for.
[APO]
DIXON: There's a call for you on the overseas line. They're following out contact protocol, but I don't recognize the voice.
Jack picks up the phone.
JACK: This is the director.
Cut to Renee. Desantis is tied to a chair in the background, his chest heaving in his painful attempts to breathe.
RENEE: Is this Sydney Bristow's father? Scene cut. At the APO briefing table.
JACK: Prophet Five has Sydney. She was last seen in a black van heading west away from the Salamanca quarter. Rachel, access Madrid's surveillance infrastructure.
RACHEL: Okay. She walks out.
JACK: Marshall, monitor all movement through local port and airspace.
MARSHALL: What's the timeline?
JACK: She was abducted 40 minutes ago.
MARSHALL: Well they could be out of the sea limits in 20!
JACK: Then MOVE!
MARSHALL: All right. He walks out, too.
JACK: We're assuming Sydney's captor is connected to something that Prophet Five found in Vaughn's files.
GRACE: I'll reassess it with that in mind. Grace walks away as well. Sloane and Dixon are the only ones left with Jack.
JACK: Dr. Aldo Desantis was present at the ambush, which implies they may intend to use Sydney for a medical procedure.
SLOANE: My God, the baby.
JACK: Renee Rienne has Desantis in custody. I'm gonna join her and assist with the interrogation.
DIXON: Do you want me to come with you?
JACK: No I need you to run operations until I return.
DIXON: I'll secure a flight to Spain for you. Dixon leaves.
SLOANE: Where do you need me?
JACK: You sure you have no means left by which to contact Prophet Five?
SLOANE: Jack, I told you that Gordon Dean was my only resource. With him dead, I have nothing.
JACK: Ok. Then use your underworld contacts. The news of a federal agent in captivity may have made the rounds. See if they know anything.
SLOANE: I'll get right on it. Jack walks away, and off Sloane's face, the scene cuts to him talking on his cell phone on a rooftop
SLOANE: This is Arvin Sloane. I'd like to speak to Mr. Ehrmann.
(v.o.): Mr. Ehrmann is not available.
SLOANE: This is an urgent matter. I need to speak to him.
(v.o.): You're not playing by the rules, Mr. Sloane, remember, we contact you.
SLOANE: A pregnant woman's life is at stake. Someone very dear to me.
(v.o.): The only woman you can save is lying in a hospital bed. May I suggest you pick your battles, sir.
SLOANE: (slightly desperate) Please! (v.o.) Goodbye Mr. Sloane. The other party hangs up, and Sloane flips his phone in dejection.
Cut to a dark alleyway and then to Jack, knocking on a door. Renee opens, checks if anybody is behind him, and lets him in.
RENEE: Jack? Do you have anything?
JACK: Satellites lost her at the city limits. Desantis is strapped to a chair.
RENEE: If we don't get him to a hospital he's gonna die.
JACK: Has he given us anything?
RENEE: Won't talk. I pulled this from his jacket. It's got dates. Addresses. They walk towards him.
DESANTIS: So this is how you do it. Bringing a man in a suit to scare me into talking?
JACK: You're right. The suit shouldn't scare you. What should scare you is that I'm a very concerned father. Jack whips out a small knife, walks towards Desantis menacingly... and in one swift motion, he slices Desantis' ear off. Desantis yowls in pain.
Cut to hypnotised Sydney.
DOCTOR: I'm gonna continue the regressive process, attaching her to a memory of Vaughn then taking her back through time until you get your answer. (He tasers Sydney) Sydney, I want you to remember the last time you were with Vaughn. Think of the comfort you feel when you're with him. Live there, in your memories. He uses the taser Sydney again and we cut to Vaughn lying in his hospital bed, right before he died Sydney sits next to his bed.
SYDNEY: Vaughn? (she touches his face) Vaughn! He gets out of slumber and she smiles slightly at him.
VAUGHN: Sorry, I guess I drifted off there. Hey, we should think about more names for the baby.
SYDNEY: There will be plenty of time for that.
VAUGHN: I know. What do you think about Oscar?
SYDNEY: What if we have a girl?
VAUGHN: I meant for a girl. (small laugh) I wish she were here already. I wanna meet her.
SYDNEY: You will.
VAUGHN: I know. Doctor guy enters, and places the cup of water on the sidetable.
DOC GUY: Are you comfortable?
VAUGHN: No.
DOC GUY: When he feels ready, make sure he drinks it slow. Don't overdo, just a sip at a time. I'll be back soon.
SYDNEY: Thank you.
VAUGHN: Can I? I'm thirsty. She picks up the drink, about to give it to him when she realises...
SYDNEY: I gave you this and then you crashed. Vaughn, I can't.
VAUGHN: Syd, shhh! They can hear us. Come closer. (Syd leans in) You said it yourself. They're using me against you. The only way to defeat them, I need to go away.
SYDNEY: (trying to control her tears) I don't care. I don't wanna say goodbye to you again.
VAUGHN: I know. I know. It's ok. I need to go away. We'll find each other.
Cut to the prison in North Korea
SYDNEY: (in a continuation to Vaughn's previous words) We always find each other
VAUGHN: Syd?
SYDNEY: The baby kicked.
VAUGHN: Really? What's it feel like?
SYDNEY: Here. (she places Vaughn's hand on her stomach)
VAUGHN: I don't feel anything.
SYDNEY: Wait! ...there!
VAUGHN: No I don't.... THAT? There are enormous grins on their faces.
SYDNEY: Yeah.
Cut to DOCTOR tasering Sydney again
DOCTOR: Very good, Sydney. I want you to stay with Vaughn. Cut back to North Korea
SYDNEY: Don't ever leave me.
VAUGHN: Never. The guards come in.
SYDNEY: Where are they taking us?
VAUGHN: Nowhere good. Vaughn gets up and starts fighting the guards, walking outside... and disappears into thin air. Sydney hears Vaughn's voice coming from a radio one of the guards dropped.
VAUGHN: Syd!
SYDNEY: Vaughn?
DOCTOR (on the radio thing): Don't let him go!
Cut to DOCTOR:
DOCTOR: I want you to stay with Vaughn, Sydney! He tasers her again.
Cut to North Korea, Syd picks up the radio and hears Vaughn's voice again:
VAUGHN: Sydney can you hear me?
SYDNEY: Vaughn, where are you?
VAUGHN: I...I'm losing... go to Che....
SYDNEY: Vaughn? Vaughn!
DOCTOR (on the radio thing): Don't let him leave you, Sydney!
Cut to Sydney's place, back where the episode started. Sydney hears the doctor on her radio.
DOCTOR: Where is Vaughn? She fills the kettle again, taking it to the stove and examining the teabag. Vaughn comes back in with the groceries.
VAUGHN: Back!
Cut to Sydney in the torture chair.
SYDNEY: What took you so long?
DOCTOR: (pleased) They're back together.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Cut to Jack interrogating Desantis
JACK: Tell me where they have my daughter.
DESANTIS: I'll tell you nothing.
JACK: You've been shot. You're lucky you survived the blood loss, though I am prepared to draw this out to the last second, make it as painful as it needs to be, until you tell me where she is.
DESANTIS: Where she is does not matter. Your concern should be where she is going.
RENEE: Jack! I found a repeating address in the calendar.
JACK: Christina Crue 37E. That's in Hungary.
RENEE: He had it marked three times in the last four months and once on this date. Three weeks from now. (Jack looks over at Desantis) Jack, what is it?
JACK: That's Sydney's due date. Give me your gun.
She hands it to him, and he walks to Desantis: he points the gun to his neck
JACK: Tell me what is going to happen on Christina Crue 37E.
DESANTIS: You'll never know.
JACK: Is Sydney being held there?
DESANTIS: (chuckles) Oh, of course not.
JACK: You're lying.
DESANTIS: Very well. Maybe I am lying.
JACK: What's. There?
DESANTIS: You can't do anything to be now. I'm quite prepared to die. Jack loosens his grip on Desantis' head, walks to Renee and hands her her gun.
JACK: See if he means it. As he walks away, Renee walks towards Desantis - the splitting image of her father...
JACK: (voiceover) Dixon, it's Jack. (scene cuts to him) I need you to prepare transport to Hungary. Behind him, Renee fires two shots.
[SCENE_BREAK]
DOCTOR: Sydney. Think back to a comforting time. The place you were the first time you realise that Vaughn really cared for you.
SCENE CUTS TO: Pier, night. The exact replica of the famous scene in 1x04, A Broken Heart. The carousel is at the background. Sydney looks at Vaughn, who is looking beyond the ocean, possibly enjoying the zephyr breeze.
VAUGHN: I forgot how beautiful it is. The ocean. They share a smile.
SYDNEY: Yeah. We should've come here more often. Her phone rings, and she fishes it out from her bag, bringing it to her ear.
DOCTOR: (on the phone) Draw me a map. How far it reaches. She looks shocked, then throws it into the Pacific. The phone makes a splash. Vaughn looks at her.
SYDNEY: They're pushing me closer.
VAUGHN: What do they want?
SYDNEY: I don't know.. Something about a map.
VAUGHN: A map? Her phone rings again...
DOCTOR: (on the phone) Listen to me. Draw me a map. How far it reaches... She throws it into the Pacific again.
VAUGHN: (a small laugh) You just threw your phone into the Pacific. Twice.
SYDNEY: (she laughs) I know. They grin... She looks pleased with herself.... The mood shifts suddenly, a heavy weight in the air.
VAUGHN: Listen to me. You've got to let me go.
SYDNEY: (blinks back tears) I can't.
VAUGHN: You have to.
SYDNEY: I can't, Vaughn... I can't stand it. Being here without you...
VAUGHN: Sydney...
SYDNEY: I feel like I'm losing my mind! I do. (she takes a deep breath) I don't even know who I am anymore, what I'm doing, or why I'm doing it...
VAUGHN: Okay, stop. You remember the last time we were here? Your contact has just been killed in Morocco and your world was collapsing around you and I told you that even in the middle of all these darkness you could not allow it to swallow you.
SYDNEY: You gave me strength.
VAUGHN: Yeah... but the truth is, the truth has always been you are the one who has kept the darkness from overtaking me. You can do this. I know you can do this. I've seen you do this time and time again! Sydney's on the verge of tears.
VAUGHN: I gotta go. And you are gonna take these guys down. Okay? He touches her face... she is reluctant, but lets him leave; her view of his retreating back getting smaller and smaller.
DOCTOR: (voiceover) She's fighting the process. I want you to stay with Vaughn, Sydney. He uses the taser on her... She reacts, then the scene cuts to the warehouse. Specifically, the scene is the lie detector scene from 1x08: Time Will Tell.
VAUGHN: If you don't say goodbye to me, they win.
SYDNEY: I can't do it on my own.
VAUGHN: I'm not here. This isn't real. None of this is real. He places his hand on her face again...
SYDNEY: It's real to me. That's all that matters.
VAUGHN: No. Don't say that. That's what they want you to say.
SYDNEY: But do you know what I want? I want the world to forget about us. I'm tired, Vaughn. I'm tired of having this weight on my shoulder. I - I don't want to be the one who has to save the world. I want you back. I want you all to myself. I want to go away, just you and me and our baby; somewhere no one can bother us, on a deserted island. (pause) I want out. Scene cuts to hypnotised Sydney
SYDNEY: I don't care if they win, Vaughn. I don't care. I just want you to stay with me.
DOCTOR: That's it. He turns to the one way mirror.
DOCTOR: We got her.
DISTORTED VOICE: Excellent. Now I want the map of SD-6. Scene cuts to the blood mobile... Specifically the scene 1x02: And So It Begins.
SYDNEY: I want no more of these spy crap, I just (she sniffles) ... That's why I went to you in the first place. So just listen to me... And I will give you in record time the names of people who will render SD-6 useless.
VAUGHN: Record time?
SYDNEY: Two months, tops, and then I'm out. I walk.
Note: While she said these lines like they were in And So It Begins, her face tells an entirely different story as her eyes were filled with tears and she struggles to keep them back.
VAUGHN: Draw me a map of SD-6. And all its allies. How far you think it reaches. Draw me a family tree of SD-6 and how deep it goes. (She looks at him) Just do it! Sydney draws it on a piece of paper... Pushes it towards him. It's the same map she drew. Vaughn stands up and takes the larger map down. He unrolls it.
VAUGHN: This is what you're in the middle of. This isn't about cutting off the arm of the monster. This is about killing the monster. Scene cuts to the doctor.
DOCTOR: Focus on the map.
VAUGHN: The upper right corner. What do you see?
DOCTOR: There's a name... What is it?
VAUGHN: Tell me what it is. She doesn't want to... Looking up to Vaughn with glassy eyes, only to be met by his slight smile... Scene cuts to her hypnotised.
SYDNEY: X23 - Norte.
DOCTOR: Well done... Scene cuts to Vaughn... who assumes the voice of the doctor.
VAUGHN: Well done.
SYDNEY: (hypnotised) (whispering) Vaughn...
DISTORTED VOICE: Thank you doctor. Then, in the way we all love Alias... The captor's face is revealed: It's Irina. She talks to Peyton.
IRINA: I'll let my sources know we got the location of The Horizon. I'll be back in a few days. Until then, keep her comfortable. Scene cuts to hypnotised Sydney. Cut to a beautiful tropical beach. Vaughn is waiting in a white suit and Sydney is walking in his direction.
SYDNEY : Do you hear that?
VAUGHN : I didn't hear anything.
SYDNEY : I know. It's great, isn't it? (Sydney catches the left hand of Vaughn) I wish we could stay here like this forever.
VAUGHN : There's nothing I want more. They're gonna figure it out, Syd. Sooner or later, they're gonna know you gave'em the wrong name. And when they do, I can't be here. They'll keep using me against you. They won't stop until they get what they want. I have to go.
SYDNEY : I know.
VAUGHN : We'll find each other. We always find each other. They kiss on this beautiful beach. Cut to hypnotised Sydney, who seems more confident. In Hungary, Jack and Renee are in a black car in front of the building where Sydney is presumably held.
JACK: Unit three is on the third floor.
RENEE: The lease expired 16 years ago.
JACK: Nevertheless. In the laboratory, with the chemicals wearing off, Sydney opens her eyes and finds Peyton unstrapping her. Syd stabs Peyton with the drug and escapes. In Hungary, Jack and Renee, weapons in the hands climb a stair. Meanwhile, still groggy, Sydney finds her way around narrow corridors... Renee and Jack find a room with an empty nursery. No trace of Sydney!
JACK : Good Lord. Sydney opens a last metallic door, and watches a helicopter flying away. After walking down a red stair, she discovers that she's on a ship at sea.


At Degrassi, Emma is walking into school as Jay is lifting up Alex
Alex: Ow, stop.
Amy: I love how mature your boyfriend is.
Alex: Put me down. Great the first doctor's note I have that isn't a forgery and Mr. 'I can pick up a girl' has to make it look all suspicious.
(Emma and Jay look at each other, so he kisses Alex.)
Nate: Hey Emma, did JT say where we're supposed to leave our costumes?
(Emma kisses Nate, as Jay, Snake and Manny all watch shocked.)
Nate: I've had more conversations with the janitor than I've had with you.
Emma: I was acting. Just kissing all my nerves out pre-dress rehearsal. But don't worry Nate. I'll wait for my cue next time!
In the library, Jay grabs Emma
Jay: Are you hot for Dracula? Or are you trying to mess with me?
Emma: Are you gonna be in the ravine again tonight? Are we gonna party? I think I need another bracelet.
Jay: I don't like being messed with, okay?
Emma: I know.
Mr. Simpson: I need a minute with my daughter.
Jay: Oh that's adorable, sir.
Mr. Simpson: Cut the commentary Jason. Go.
(Jay leaves.)
Emma: And stand by for concerned father figure lecture.
Mr. Simpson: You come in at 3 in the morning hysterical, crying, wanting to talk about the shooting and now you're kissing random guys?
Emma: It wasn't random.
Mr. Simpson: Please Em. Let me, let me be here for you. Let me talk to you.
Emma: The bell's gonna go.
At the hospital, Marco is taking a picture of Jimmy and a nurse
Paula: Thanks Marco. Taping this one right to my computer monitor. Take care Jimmy.
Jimmy: Poor nurse Paula. She's gonna miss me, but home has a full fridge and a wide screen.
Marco: Craig and I can come, hang out, without visiting hours! We can play Kid Elrick as loud as we want!
Craig: Yeah, your dad can tuck you in instead of nurse Paula!
Jimmy: She's the only thing I'm gonna miss about this place.
(Jimmy's dad knocks on the door.)
Jimmy: Block the doorway pops! No time for speed bumps. You ready?
Mr. Brooks: You look good Jim.
Jimmy: I don't like you look good Jim.
Mr. Brooks: The rails they're putting in at the condo, they're not done. Not yet.
Jimmy: So?
Mr. Brooks: So I'm all over the contractors.
Jimmy: So?
Mr. Brooks: One more week tops! Maybe sooner if I can string it.
Craig: Mr. Brooks, Jimmy gets around well.
Mr. Brooks: I know Jimmy's made great progress but I can't be with him 24/7 right now and I don't want something happening. Something that's gonna trash all the progress that he's made.
Marco: He really wants to go. What about Mrs. Brooks or a nurse?! I mean we could even help out!
Jimmy: Forget it guys. Whatever.
In the auditorium, Danny is on stage
Danny: Sixteenth, May. Castle Dracula, his avital prison and die in it's prisoner. Worse. I fear I may be going mad! (He keeps talking and it cuts to Emma & Manny)
Manny: If Nate was fifty and fat you could have caused cardiac arrest.
Emma: Anything for the theatre!
Liberty: Shh!
Manny: I need complete teen girl details! Why, good, tongue, like it or not. Bring the answers over tonight.
Emma: I have to go to the ravine tonight. I'm meeting some people.
JT: Is it too much to ask for silence in the peanut gallery!
Danny: There in the moonlight were three young women. Three...
JT: Am I ever gonna get three of them?
Amy: Alex was at the doctor's. She should be back.
(Alex and Jay come rushing in.)
Jay: Lexy it was nothing. Come on!
JT: Lexy is late for her scene!
Alex: You want a scene JT?! Hey best friend Amy let's give JT a scene! *She smacks Amy nice and hard* Tell me about the ravine Amy! About how you went down on my boyfriend, Amy and the bracelets you got for it!
Amy: I didn't sleep with him!
(Manny sees Emma covering up her bracelets.)
Alex: By who's definition?!
Jay: Let's step outside Alex.
Alex: Don't touch me. Don't talk to me. I'll deck your smug face too!
At the hospital
Paula: Shake it off mopey Brooks.
Jimmy: I'm not mopey!
Paula: You know a chair's only a prison if you let it be.
Jimmy: Stop the inspirational quotes. I'm not buying it.
Paula: What you shouldn't buy is your dad's attitude. You and I both know Jimmy Brooks can do whatever he sets his mind to. At least I know it. Outside the school
Manny: It doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure it out. Why would you hook up with Jay? Are you in love with him?
Emma: No! Of course not.
Manny: So, what do you get out of it?!
Emma: That's a really stupid question.
Manny: No, what you're doing is stupid. You're letting a disgusting bottom feeder use you to serial cheat on his girlfriend!
Emma: Should you really be preaching to anyone about that?! We're not having real s*x.
Manny: It's pretty close.
Emma: But I'm not getting pregnant.
Manny: Why are you trying to hurt me?
Emma: Cause you won't leave me alone!
Manny: You're better than this! You're better than what you're doing!
Emma: What do you know about who I am or what I'm worth or anything?! At the hospital
Marco: Special delivery from the sorry your dadda sucks pizzeria!
Jimmy: Uh I'll hold out till tomorrow.
Craig: What's tomorrow?
Jimmy: Student council prez man gets you both out of school and then you come over here and bust me out.
Craig: Sounds like trouble.
Marco: (stuttering) I'm not good with trouble.
Jimmy: I need to see something beyond you two and these ugly ass walls.
Marco: Tomorrow.
Craig: You're Houdini on wheels!
Jimmy: (Pulls out a newspaper) Okay and Houdini wants to see Kid Elrick live tomorrow night! Yeah! At the ravine
Emma: Hey have you seen Jay?
Some guy: Hang with me instead. You could use another friend right?
Emma: Friends with benefits.
Some guy: Hey we could all use a good benefit too.
Emma: Maybe next time.
(Emma leaves and finds Jay's car.)
Emma: Jay. Can I climb in? I went to the ravine, but you weren't there
Jay: My day kind of sucked in case you didn't notice.
Emma: So let's make you feel better.
Jay: Alex is sick with some thing. She thinks I gave it to her and she won't talk to me so I don't feel like it tonight.
Emma: Oh you gonna cry now?!
Jay: You are one cold girl.
Emma: There's a ton of guys who would love a chance to be with me.
Jay: Right now, I'm not one of them.
At the hospital, Marco and Jimmy are wearing black hoods
Jimmy: It's uh sweet of you to bring this incredible disguise. Hate to tell you but uh it does absolutely nothing to hide this enormous shiny mass of scrap metal that I'm sitting in.
Marco: I though it'd be cool to look like ninjas. Hush! He's coming! Here he comes!
(Craig walks in wearing a trench coat and a hat.)
Craig: I'm here for Dr. Shinklehatin.
Receptionist: I'm sorry?
Craig: I mean Dr. Shpitzlehaven.
Receptionist: Sir I'm afraid we don't have anyone here by that name.
(The phone rings.)
Receptionist: HS Rye Recovery Centre. Good afternoon.
Craig: Dr. Shpilkimishin?!?
Marco: (On a cell phone) This is uh, This is uh, Dr. Smitgiztinsky. It's an emergency of the highest degree.
(Craig starts breathing loudly and grabs his chest.)
Receptionist: Are you okay sir?
Craig: Go get Dr. Shunckenhoser!
Marco: The man in front of you is uh extremely dangerous. I ask you to leave the area. Abandon it now!
Receptionist: (As she's getting up to run away) Could you uh wait here sir...
Craig: Go get Dr. Shuckenhoser!
(The guys quickly rush for the door.)
Marco: Go! Go! Let's go!
[SCENE_BREAK]
In the auditorium
Emma: Jay! Jay. Um...about last night.
Jay: You alright?
Emma: Yeah. It's just a sore throat. That's all. I don't care about Alex or anything you know. Really I don't.
JT: Raw egg, honey and lemon. Drink
Emma: JT! My voice is just tired. That's all.
JT: Just drink okay? You told me you'd be able to do the show, so you're gonna do the show, period.
Emma: Ugh. This stuff is so rude. In a classroom
Teacher: Come on, take your seat the both of you!
JT: Public health nurse? Oh goody. Another evil omen to put me at calm.
Nurse: Show of hands. Oral s*x is safer than regular intercourse?
(A few people put up their hands.)
Nurse: Okay. We think there's been a mini outbreak. Here. At Degrassi. Of this.
Manny: Gonorrhea!?!
(Everyone looks at her.)
Manny: Sorry. Did I just say that out loud...?
Nurse: It's not a very nice word is it? Gonorrhea. And how do you know if you have gonorrhea? Well...some symptoms are genital dischard, bleeding, burning, orally you might get a fever or sore throat
JT: Hey Em. You got something to tell us?
Emma: Shut up.
Nurse: And sometimes those with the disease show no symptoms at all. Lucky, you might think. Think again. Untreated gonorrhea can cause arthritis, heart disease, infertility. Okay. Recognize this? (Picture of a condom) Good. If you've had any s*x without using one of these you are at risk. This applies to oral s*x as well. Especially if you've had it with a bunch of people or if your partner has.
At the concert
Jimmy: That was so incredibly stupid.
Craig: You're here aren't you?! Breathing fresh bar air.
(Two girls walk by and smile at Jimmy.)
Marco: Mr. mobility just got checked out.
Jimmy: It was more like a 'what's with the gimp, drive-by'.
(Jimmy backs his chair into a guy who spills his food.)
Jimmy: Oh. Man, I'm so sorry.
The guy: Leave it.
Jimmy: You sure? I'm really sorry. Okay guys lets go back. Now.
Craig: Not unless the Kid is performing live in your hospital. Come on!
Backstage at the school
Liberty: I can't believe I have to be Alex. Tell me you're as nervous as I am!
Manny: Is the Pope a Catholic? Does Jay have gonorrhea?
Emma: Manny.
Manny: Amy and Alex happen to be sick? What are you gonna do out there?
Emma: I'm Emma. I play the part of Mina.
Manny: If you have any conscience at all you will not kiss Dracula.
(Emma gives her a dirty look and grabs her stuff.)
Manny: Emma!
Back at the concert
Jimmy: The Kid's gonna be on any second. I can't see a thing.
Marco: There aren't really any wheelchair seats. There aren't any seats.
Craig: Maybe there's some down in front.
Marco: Maybe there's a manager.
Jimmy: You guys can't leave me here.
Craig: Just two seconds, ok buddy?!
(The show starts.)
Jimmy: Excuse me! Excuse me! Excuse me! I can't really see.
The guy: No problem man.
(Jimmy wheels his chair to the front and he starts rocking out in his chair.)
In the auditorium
Nate: Then my brain says come to you. You shall cross land or sea to do my bidding and to that end...this!
Emma: But no. I cannot. Dracula...
(He leans in and doesn't kiss her.)
Emma: What are you doing?!
Nate: Keep going.
Emma: What have I done? What have I done to deserve such a fate?! I have walked in meekness and righteousness all my days! God pity me!
(He grabs her, the lights go out and people start clapping.)
Backstage
Emma: You threw the scene. That was completely unprofessional!
Nate: I'd rather be that than diseased.
Emma: What did you say?
Nate: There isn't enough antibiotic in the world that would make me kiss you. And that little smooch in the hall the other day, who knows what I caught from that! Thanks so much!
Jay: Screw him.
Emma: Why did you do this to me?
Jay: I didn't do anything!
Emma: You gave me a social disease!
Jay: You said you didn't care. Even this morning you said that!
Emma: Just leave me alone okay!
Jay: Look I never told Alex about you Emma. I liked how you had virtue or whatever.
Emma: I don't. Not any of that.
Jay: Come on. Who are you trying to fool? Everybody knows. Everybody knows about the real you! Just-
(Emma leaves and watches the play sadly from the side.)
At the hospital, the guys are going back to Jimmy's room
Craig: Man we were so close, the Kid was basically sweating on us!
Marco: I am never gonna shower.
Craig: What?!
(The guys are laughing, and when they get to the room and Jimmy's dad is standing there waiting.)
Mr. Brooks: Your nurse called. Furious!
Jimmy: So what are you gonna do? Ground me? Look. Today was an obstacle course okay? And I brought my A game. I had an A game!
Mr. Brooks: James listen.
Jimmy: No, I'm ready to come home! Now you have to be ready for it!
Mr. Brooks: Will you be here tomorrow morning?
Jimmy: Depends. What are you offering?
Mr. Brooks: Find you a home care person to fill in the gap, be with you all the time. Okay?
Jimmy: Okay. Thank you.
At Emma's
Spike: She was so amazing. I couldn't believe it was the same girl.
Mr. Simpson: Kate Hepburn was reborn.
Spike: Did we wake you, Ms. Hepburn?
Emma: I wasn't asleep.
Mr. Simpson: Post show adrenaline. Probably feel fantastic right now, huh?
Spike: And for the record Snake and me walking on egg shells around you is officially over. Our girl's back!
Emma: I just wanted you to be proud before. How brave and perfect I was. And after everything happened and Rick died, I couldn't hold onto it anymore.
Spike: You don't have to be brave or perfect ever. Just be you.
Emma: But what if I don't like me very much right now? (Emma starts crying) I need somebody to take me to the clinic.
Spike: Are you sick? Do you have a fever?
Emma: I just need to go to the health unit. Tomorrow.
Mr. Simpson: There's something going around the school right now, but it's a very specific group. And Em, if you're worried, there's a good chance you don't have to be.
Emma: I have to be.
Spike: Emma.
Emma: Just say you'll take me. Just say. (Spike hugs her, as she's still crying) Scenes for next week
Voiceover: With Jimmy's return to school, Spinner must now face the truth.
Spinner: I would have come, but things got crazy...
Jimmy: I understand. I probably should have been there with you instead of at the hospital getting a bullet removed from my spine.
Voiceover: And reveal what really happened that day.
Jimmy: Rick put me in this chair for life!