It's too bad that Taub isn't actually refurnishing his home because it has got some ugly furniture going on. It reminds me of pictures of my grandparents' house in the 70's except there's no shag rug ... yet. He and the unnamed wife sit down for a sushi dinner and talk about a boring library fundraiser. When Taub isn't instantly thrilled about the Parker Quartet, Wife determines that something is wrong. Taub finally comes out with it, lying that while looking for a letter opener in her desk, he came across a bunch of bank statements from a secret account. Wife looks terrified, then exhales "I was so close." Taub asks what $83,000 was close to. I want to know how much money he has that $83,000 could have gone missing without him realizing it. Wife comes clean: she set up the account to save money to buy Taub a car! Oh, no! Now he feels like a double asshole for cheating on her and suspecting her of stealing his money in an effort to leave him! Taub is flabbergasted. Wife says she knew Taub would never buy an expensive car for himself, so she took his money and bought one for him. It's being delivered on Friday. "You are amazing," Taub says, looking like a huge weight has just been lifted off his shoulders. "Lucky you," Wife says. I think that weight on Taub's shoulders just came back, heavier than ever.
And now it's been, like, one day and they've "gradually" weaned Brandon off of his drugs. His swelling has gone down and he tells Hadley he feels great, but he's got a strange look in his eye. When she tries to listen to his heart, he lunges for her and brings her back down to the bed. I guess those two times Hadley went to the gym she partook of the kickboxing class, because she nails Brandon in the face with a right cross. He screams and lies back on the bed, nose bleeding. He's been punched twice in one episode, which I think beats House's personal best. All manner of nurse and Foreman runs in. "What happened to his face?" Foreman wonders. "The question is, what happened to his hormones?" Hadley asks, calling out for an ice pack. Good punch, poor follow-through.