The rest of Mickey's MRI somehow went without incident, but didn't reveal the adrenal gland tumor they were expecting. As House and the Cottages pour into the meeting room, Hadley is behind House's desk trying to work his bugging receiver. As the lone woman in the group, it was up to her to actually read the directions the receiver came with and assemble it properly. It wasn't working before because House screwed the antenna into the wrong socket. She corrected the problem and is ready to listen in on some fun conversations. Her smug smile lasts for half a second before screechy feedback fills her ears just like it did House's. She blames it on the receiver not being able to find an open frequency, but her excuses trigger something in House, who wonders why there isn't an open frequency. Maybe something else is blocking it.

House and Hadley, PPTH's new technical expert, enter Mickey's room and get rid of Eddie by claiming they're about to give Mickey a rectal exam. "I'll check out the cafeteria," Eddie says, because rectal exams apparently give him an appetite. As soon as he leaves, Hadley shuts the door and closes the blinds -- er -- "window treatments." House asks Mickey why he took beta blockers instead of something more suitable for stress, like Xanax. He says some people take beta blockers to deal with stage fright as he removes his bug from the bottom of Mickey's mattress, then finds Mickey's. "You bugged your own room? Are you ... an informant?" Hadley asks. She totally watches too many cop shows. House doesn't think so. Informants are weasels, but Mickey wouldn't give up the location of the drug stash for the sake of his own health. He thinks Mickey is actually a cop.

After the break, the Cottages watch Mickey from the hallway. Foreman says he doesn't see how Mickey's copness is relevant. Taub and Chase, meanwhile, should look ashamed of themselves for their judgments. House says that any information they know about their patient is helpful, plus now they can use it against him. He sends Hadley and Chase into Mickey's room to do exactly that. Hadley uses her cop show lingo to threaten to tell on Mickey to his handler. Mickey isn't fazed, saying they don't know his real name or what branch of law enforcement he works for. Chase doesn't seem to think that putting lowlife dealers away is worth Mickey's life. Mickey says Eddie murdered a snitch three weeks ago on his boss's orders. His boss, by the way, is one of the biggest coke importers in all of New Jersey and has a meeting with "the Big Fish" tomorrow night that the cops will bust -- unless those meddling doctors interfere. Hadley still doesn't think it's worth Mickey's life, but he says that he's already given 16 months of it to this undercover mission, in which time he hasn't been able to see his wife or even his dog. "I've put far too much into this and I will not let it fail," he says; "just keep me alive for another 24 hours and I will tell you everything that you need to know." That sounds easy enough, right? Well, no. Because when Eddie re-enters the room, Mickey suddenly clutches his abdomen and screams in pain.