Epilogue: Drug of Choice
House is incredibly thrilled to discover that the hospital security cameras did record everything thoroughly. The footage has been used effectively for the police reports and for future blackmail.
House has made sure Chase got a copy of his crocodile hunt, Foreman of his ghetto swagger, and Wilson of his nice little chats with apparently nobody. He even gave the coma patient one, for when he wakes up. Wilson's convinced he's not going to. House laments that our country's lost one of its greatest heroes.
Vogler had been looking at a court date to examine several laws he broke, but House convinced Cuddy to drop all charges. Vogler was so happy that he actually thanked House for going easy on him. House shrugged it off modestly, saying there were no hard feelings. He even offered to buy the multi-millionaire lunch.
Vogler was so grateful he never even noticed the Happy Pills crammed between his fish fillet.
Edward Vogler, now convinced he's a janitor, currently works the night shift the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital cafeteria. While there aren't often many people there during those hours, House makes sure to stop by and drop trash so Vogler will have something to sweep up.
Even Wilson thinks it's funny, but House is a bit suspicious whenever the oncologist breaks into sudden giggles.
Cameron never released Dopathalamine, commonly referred to as the Happy Pill. Her medical report, "Positivism in a Pill: The Future of Hope," was turned into Foreman's "Disaster in a Pill: The Future of Chaos." It was promptly published in a highly acclaimed medical journal. Cameron, the inventor of the ominous Happy Pills, was none too happy.
Cuddy got the hospital out of lock down by the next day. She hopes to never have to use it again.