Foreman tells House that Cofield left after he walked out. He'll have his decision tomorrow.
Montage! Chase is in bed. Foreman is sitting in a dark room watching the rain. Cofield is in his lovely kitchen, thinking. Chase is still in bed. House is watching him. House walks away.
House enters the Interrogation Room, which is actually quite nice. Foreman enters. Taub enters. Park and Adams enter. Cofield enters.
Cofield starts his recorder and his speech, in that order. "This case is a fiasco. Didn't sleep last night. Dr. House is obviously brilliant." House wants to end it there. But Cofield wants to mope about the dangers of condoning misanthropic behavior. Suddenly! Bill's wife bursts into the room to make a statement. They found the tumor and found the plasmapheresis. They expect a full recovery. "He saved my husband's life. Well. I guess that's it. Thanks again." How convenient! Right in the middle of the verdict!
Cofield gets back to it. House's process is dangerous, inappropriate and effective. So he's decided not to monkey with the process. "Congratulations, Dr. House. This unfortunate stabbing incident is officially nobody's fault." Lots of reaction shots, but nobody really has an expression. House: "Coward." He grabs Cofield's notes, which suggest to him that there was going to be a half-hour speech involved. He knows Cofield was going to send him to prison. He's mad that Cofield changed his opinion because the non-widow came in at the wrong moment. House limps off, angrily.
Chase is walking an inch at a time on the parallel bars they use for people trying to walk again. House wants to know how Chase rigged his Vicodin bottle. Then he explains all the stuff he learned about Chase from his use of Adams's shampoo. House tells him that his being stabbed was officially nobody's fault. "They're wrong. I'm sorry." "Anything else? Kind of busy." House glares at him, annoyed that his apology wasn't received with more ceremony. "Nope. That was it." Chase strains.