Épisode Sacrifice S03E05 - Everwood Saison 3

[Fade in – Scene from “The Birds and the Batteries” Act Two – Dr. Hartman is sitting next to Dr. Brown at Mama Joy’s.]

NINA (VOICE-OVER): Previously on Everwood…

DR. HARTMAN: Nina looks pretty cute in that apron, doesn’t she? So what’s the story with you two? You ever hook it up.

DR. BROWN: Hook it up?

[Cut to scene from “For Every Action…” Act One – Bright is talking with Amy and Ephram on the Abbott couch.]

BRIGHT: Summer rocks. Especially, summer of your senior year, your parents let you do whatever you want ‘cause they know you got to get out all the nasty out of your system and that cuddling that’s my cue to go, it’s good to have you back, brother.

{END PREVIOUSLY ON EVERWOOD}

[Cut to Dr. Brown and Nina in the Brown kitchen among balloons, cake and party favors.]

DR. BROWN: (sighs) Eleven down. How many more of these parties am I responsible for?

NINA: Oh, I think you stick it out ‘til she’s thirteen. By then she’ll be so utterly embarrassed by you, she won’t want to acknowledge you had anything to do with her birth in the first place.

DR. BROWN: Although, this wasn’t so bad. You schedule enough activities, you run those suckers right into the ground. A little pictionary, a little treasure hunt. The spoon race, genius.

NINA: Uh-huh. If you’re throwing a party in 1952.

DR. BROWN: Hey, I might even be Cool Dad now. I got Delia the exact present she wanted, you made a delicious cake and the kids are quiet.

[Dr. Brown realizes what he just said and that didn’t seem like a good thing.]

DR. BROWN: (CONT’D) The kids are quiet.

[Dr. Brown gets up curious as to why the kids are quiet. Nina follows him. They walk into the foyer and see kids standing around and Brittany holding a stop watch in front of the hall closet.]

DR. BROWN: Brittany?

BRITTANY: You’re gonna make me lose count.

DR. BROWN: Please hand me that watch and step away from the door. Now.

BRITTANY: Abort! Abort!

DR. BROWN: Oh, very subtle.

[Dr. Brown opens the closet door. Delia is kissing Charlie Hayes. Dr. Brown is shocked by what he sees.]

DR. BROWN: (CONT'D) Abort! Abort!

[Delia and Charlie jump away from each other and stare at Dr. Brown.]

DR. BROWN: (CONT'D) What the heck is going on here?!

CHARLIE: It’s just Seven Minutes in Heaven.

DR. BROWN: JUST?

CHARLIE: Delia wanted to do it.

DELIA: The party was lame!

DR. BROWN: All right, both of you, out of the closet, right now. From now on, this closet is off limits. Forever. I will hire a coat check girl. Delia. Go into the other room. I’ll wait until everyone’s gone before I deal with you, that’s how nice I am.

DELIA: You’re scarring me for life!

DR. BROWN: Welcome to the club. (to Charlie) And you. You think I don’t know who you are?

CHARLIE: I’m Charlie. We met earlier.

DR. BROWN: Hey, don’t give me any lip. I know who you are. You are the first guy to make the mistake of trying to manipulate my daughter. But you know what’s great about being the first, Charlie? You have the supreme privilege of being the first one to hear my speech.

CHARLIE: A-a-a speech?

DR. BROWN: I’m working on it. And I’ll tell you something. If you were about five years older, you’d be hanging by your fingernails right now.

CHARLIE: If you hurt me, I’m just gonna tell my mom.

DR. BROWN: I’m not going to hurt you, ‘cause you’re only eleven and I’m still worried about the soft spot on the back of your head. But telling your mother is a fantastic idea. Let’s go.

[Dr. Brown turns Charlie around and pushes him toward the front door.]

CHARLIE: Don’t I get a party favor?

DR. BROWN: I’ll give you a party favor. (to Nina) You’re in charge. And try to keep this party a little less pre-teens gone wild.

[Dr. Brown slams the door behind him. Nina looks around at all of the kids who are quiet.]

NINA: So . . . anybody bring a piñata?

[The kids don’t respond.]

NINA: Sugar it is.

[The kids scream “Yeah” and run toward the kitchen.]

{END OF TEASER / OPENING CREDITS / COMMERCIAL BREAK}

{ACT ONE}

[Fade in – The Hayes House – Dr. Brown is at the door with Charlie and Amanda Hayes, Charlie’s mom, answers the door.]

AMANDA: Dr. Brown, I-I thought the party was over at 5 o’clock. I would’ve come to pick up Charlie myself, if I’d known.

[Charlie walks into the house.]

DR. BROWN: Don’t worry about that. Uh, may I come in?

AMANDA: Is everything okay?

DR. BROWN: Everything’s fine, but there’s something we need to discuss.

AMANDA: Come on in.

[Dr. Brown walks in and follows Amanda to the kitchen where she is preparing a salad.]

DR. BROWN: I don’t know quite how to handle this, Mrs. Hayes.

AMANDA: Oh, Amanda, and why don’t you just spit it out. I’m a big fan of blurting.

DR. BROWN: I found your son and my daughter. Now that didn’t come out quite the way I wanted it to. The thing is I found them standing… There is a closet…

AMANDA: Ah, 7 minutes in Heaven again.

DR. BROWN: I’m sorry. Again?

AMANDA: It’s like the new Pin the Tail on the Donkey with these kids. They played it at Sophie Mueller’s house last week.

DR. BROWN: Nobody told me about the Mueller’s house. Why didn’t anybody tell me about the Mueller’s house?

AMANDA: I wouldn’t worry about it. They’re at the age where they stop sharing all the little details. We’re the enemy, remember?

DR. BROWN: No. No. I-I’m not the enemy. Delia and I are like white on rice. I just threw her a fantastic birthday party, which your son decided to ruin by playing kissing games.

AMANDA: Really? Huh?

DR. BROWN: Look, I’m not gonna tell you what happened with Delia last week – it-it’s not important, but I am a doctor in this town, which gives me a perspective which you may not have and I’m far too aware of the kind of trouble that these kids are getting into.

AMANDA: Do you understand the rules of 7 Minutes in Heaven? They’re not actually allowed to shoot up in there.

[Dr. Brown is not amused by Amanda’s comment.]

AMANDA: (CONT'D) I’m sorry, I think you just might be overreacting a little bit.

DR. BROWN: Well, I don’t think I am. I raised city kids and when I brought them out here, I promised them ponies and fresh air and-and Norman Rockwell. And as it turns out, Washington Square Park could be a safer place to leave my daughter than my own closet. People in small towns don’t seem to realize th-that the metropolis is inching closer and the wayward path is right around the corner.

AMANDA: Is just around the corner or is it down the block? ‘Cause I’ve been looking for that wayward path everywhere.

[Dr. Brown has a "can’t believe your snide comment" look on his face. Amanda starts walking into the dining room and Dr. Brown follows.]

AMANDA: (CONT'D) Look, I still wish Charlie was in footsy pajamas, believe me the more we try to force them into the antiseptic lives we want them to lead the more they’re gonna resent us for it later.

DR. BROWN: I’m not afraid of Delia resenting me. I’m afraid of her learning of pole dance before she learns to square dance.

[Amanda lets out a smirk laugh.]

DR. BROWN: (CONT'D) I’m not kidding.

AMANDA: Sorry, if you could just lower your voice a smidge my husband is resting.

DR. BROWN: You know what, that’s fine. Just never mind. I’m sorry that I disturbed either of you. Next time I have a concern about the kids in this community I’ll remember that you and your husband don’t care. Have a nice day.

[Dr. Brown leaves.]

[Cut to Mama Joy’s – Dr. Abbott is sitting at the counter and Nina delivers him his breakfast.]

NINA: Here you go.

DR. ABBOTT: (sighs) If you wouldn’t mind lacing my huevos rancheros with just a touch of arsenic, Nina. Not enough to kill me mind you, just enough to send me to the hospital so I don’t have to walk back into that office again today.

NINA: Things going well with Andy, then?

DR. ABBOTT: On a constant state of flux between gratitude and disgust. Last week, the man bought me a state of the art blood workstation for no other reason than simply because he felt I might find it useful. Yesterday, he gave me a croissant simply because he had extra.

NINA: The man is a monster.

DR. ABBOTT: Do you have any idea what it’s like to work alongside someone whose that generous? Every time he reaches for his wallet, I’m reminded of just how tightly I cling to my own.

NINA: Well, it’s easy for Andy to be as generous as he is.

DR. ABBOTT: Yeah.

NINA: Y’know, that clamp has him pretty much set up for life.

DR. ABBOTT: The… What now?

NINA: That, uh, Fisher clamp thing. Y’know, the whatchamacallit he invented that keeps one globby section from touching another gooey section. It’s streamline brain surgery or something like that. Anyway, it’s the reason he’s been able to keep his services for free. I thought you knew about that.

DR. ABBOTT: Clearly I still have more to discover about the ever-irksome Andrew Brown. Really now a clamp. A clamp. A simple structure comprised out of two pieces of metal and a spring and that man found a way to monopolize on it.

[Dr. Hartman comes in and leans on the counter listening to Dr. Abbott and Nina talk.]

DR. HARTMAN: Are we talking about Andy?

DR. ABBOTT: No, I was talking with Nina… about a rudimentary device that any dunder head could have invented.

DR. HARTMAN: Man, he really cashed in on that thing. We talked about it at this business seminar I went to. It’s the simplest solutions that go a long way. I was hoping to hit that type of sweet spot with my epidermal laser but…

DR. ABBOTT: Aahh, excuse me. You invented something? When was this? Your, your journey down the birth canal?

DR. HARTMAN: (laughing) You’re too much, Hal. You-You know that guy that invented the photo facial, well, my team took it one step further.

DR. ABBOTT: Yes, well, and on that note, I bid a good day to you all.

[Dr. Abbott pays for his breakfast and grabs his coat and walks out the door upset.]

DR. HARTMAN: I love that guy.

NINA: The man is a cuddlebug. So what’ll it be, Jake?

DR. HARTMAN: Nothing. I’m good. Thanks.

NINA: Okay. Then, well, I’m just gonna keep doing my job here.

[Nina starts to clean up the counter.]

DR. HARTMAN: Uh, wait. Wait. What would you say if I got Sam a babysitter this weekend?

NINA: Uh, I’d said that was weird and invasive.

DR. HARTMAN: Maybe I said that a little out of order. It just seems to me that you don’t get a whole lot of frivolous time so I thought that if I helped you get a babysitter…

NINA: Oh, well, I can get a babysitter anytime I want, but thank you.

DR. HARTMAN: I really shouldn’t’ve lead with the babysitter. Scratch that. [Laughs nervously and sits on a stool at the counter] I think the altitude’s throwing me off a little bit. I swear I used to be good at this.

NINA: Are you asking me out?

DR. HARTMAN: Yep. I was trying to.

NINA: Nobody’s asked me out on a date since I was in high school. I was married.

DR. HARTMAN: I know. I asked about you.

NINA: Well, uh, thank you, it’s very nice of you, but it’s, uh… I-I can’t. I’m-I’m sorry.

DR. HARTMAN: Why not?

NINA: Umm, well, I don’t know. I guess you’re just not my type.

DR. HARTMAN: What’s your type?

NINA: Well, let’s see, uh… Last time I had a type I was, uh, 15, so that was, uh, anyone who could light a match with their teeth and then I was married to a gay man so I’m not sure what my new type is, but, uh, I’m definitely over dating any smokers or gay men. And truth be told, you are suspiciously well groomed.

DR. HARTMAN: You lost me.

NINA: I’m not gonna go out with you, Jake.

DR. HARTMAN: Really?

NINA: Really.

DR. HARTMAN: And that’s a solid no.

NINA: I’m afraid so.

DR. HARTMAN: Fair enough. If you ever change your mind…?

[Dr. Hartman gets up and leaves and Nina watches him leave. She looks flattered.]

[Cut to Ephram working on his computer which is playing music. Bright walks in.]

BRIGHT: DUDE!!!

[Ephram is startled and stops the music on his computer.]

BRIGHT: (CONT'D) This place rocks, man. I should give you the 250 I’ve been giving my parents and stay here instead.

EPHRAM: Uh, yeah. No.

BRIGHT: I didn’t hear you outside. Soundproof walls? [Knocks on wall] Nice. [Smiles mischievously]

EPHRAM: Look, Bright, the key was sort of for emergencies, like if you and your dad got into a fight, not just for barging in when I’m here.

BRIGHT: Well, I didn’t even know that you were here, man. You didn’t answer the knock.

EPHRAM: Whatever. Never mind.

[Ephram gets up and starts to look like he’s leaving.]

BRIGHT: Where are you going? I thought we were going to hang out.

EPHRAM: Yeah, that was 3 hours ago. I gotta go meet up with Will now. Where were you anyway?

BRIGHT: Well, I met this girl last night. One thing led to another, that led to the sun coming up and I had to crash for a little while.

EPHRAM: I still don’t understand how you’re doing this. Are your parents actually letting these girls sleep over?

BRIGHT: Uh, no. Come on, I’m into college girls now, man. Parents, bad. Roommates, good. You should see these dorms, it’s like one huge co-ed slumber party. Even the bathrooms are co-ed. It’s sick, man, you should jump on that party train.

EPHRAM: Yeah, sort of dating your sister.

BRIGHT: Oh, yeah, right. Right.

EPHRAM: All right, well, I gotta go practice.

BRIGHT: Still doing that huh?

EPHRAM: Yeah, pretty much always doing it.

BRIGHT: Well, hey, uh, y’know, there’s some guys who are having a party tomorrow night from my work and Marty’s wife is gonna be out of town. It’s gonna be open bar. It’s gonna be totally awesome. You should go.

EPHRAM: Yeah, sure.

BRIGHT: Cool, and, uh, Marty’s got a guest room so if you get too plowed you can totally stay. How cool is that?

[Bright walks past Ephram, hitting him on the shoulder as he leaves.]

EPHRAM: (not enthused) Awesome.

[Cut to Dr. Brown and Dr. Abbott’s office – Dr. Brown is walking out a patient from his office.]

DR. BROWN: That’s for coming in.

[Dr. Brown walks towards Louise’s desk.]

DR. BROWN: (CONT'D) Well, well, well. If it isn’t Mrs. Hayes, mother of Charlie Hayes, future Colin Farrell of Everwood.

AMANDA: Hello, Dr. Brown.

DR. BROWN: Come to your senses, have you? Want to have a little chat about good parenting?

[Dr. Brown walks over to Amanda who is sitting on a bench.]

DR. BROWN: (CONT'D) Glad you could make some time. Louise, don’t you think it’s important for all of us to take time out from our busy schedules to discipline our children?

LOUISE: I don’t have any children.

DR. BROWN: No, but if you did, you would. Can you believe that the Hayes family doesn’t put it at the top of their list?

AMANDA: Actually, I’m here with my husband and he’s in with Dr. Abbott.

DR. BROWN: Oh, is he now? Good. Excellent. I’d love to talk to him. Maybe he could shed some light on your son’s libido issues.

[Louise gets up in embarrassment.]

LOUISE: Oh, I’m sorry, this is very bad.

[Dr. Brown turns in curiousity toward Louise.]

DR. BROWN: What is?

[Dr. Abbott wheels John Hayes out of his office.]

AMANDA: Uh, Andy Brown, I’d like you to meet my husband, John.

[Amanda stands as Dr. Abbott stops John’s wheelchair beside her. Dr. Brown looks at John in shock.]

AMANDA: (CONT'D) John, this is Dr. Brown.

DR. ABBOTT: Here you go.

[Dr. Abbott hands Amanda a prescription.]

AMANDA: Thank you.

DR. ABBOTT: He’s all yours.

AMANDA: Later.

DR. ABBOTT: Yeah.

[Amanda rolls John out of the office and Dr. Brown watches in awe.]

{END OF ACT ONE / COMMERCIAL BREAK}

{ACT TWO}

[Fade in – Dr. Abbott is experimenting in his office and Dr. Brown is sitting in a chair looking through a file.]

DR. ABBOTT: Oh, no, I’ve known the Hayes – 15 years – since they moved to Everwood. John was a formidable horseshoe opponent as I recall.

DR. BROWN: When did he have his stroke?

DR. ABBOTT: Uh, a little over five years ago – 38 at the time. Healthy aside from the hole in his heart, of course, we’re all born with that. Most of us seal the gap in time, John was not so lucky. Blood clot passed through to his brain – suffered a massive stroke.

[Dr. Abbott brings to Dr. Brown’s nose a beaker.]

DR. ABBOTT: (CONT'D) Here smell this.

[Dr. Brown smells and continues making no facial expression of smell.]

DR. BROWN: So he’s completely nonresponsive? Paralization indicates detriment to the left hemisphere.

DR. ABBOTT: That’s right. How are your nostrils feeling? Any tingling?

DR. BROWN: No, I don’t smell a thing. And the nerve damage?

DR. ABBOTT: Oh, quite extensive. He suffers from aphasia. He’s been completely robbed of his ability to formulate a thought or a response. I treat him regularly with physical therapy, basic checkups, but there’s really nothing more I can do for him beyond that.

DR. BROWN: So then Amanda…?

DR. ABBOTT: Oh, amazing, isn’t she? No, the woman makes Florence Nightingale look negligent and you know they were only married 10 – less than 10 years – when this happened.

DR. BROWN: Is that so?

DR. ABBOTT: Yeah. Most wives would have left, not her. That woman is a saint. Not only is she there for John, she helps out at the hospital whenever she can – offering assistance to other stroke victims and their spouses. Somehow she manages to keep young Charlie at the top of his class.

DR. BROWN: I bet she bakes too.

DR. ABBOTT: What?

DR. BROWN: Nothing. I’m going to go find a cliff to hurl myself over. I’ll see you later, Doctor.

[Dr. Brown gets up and walks out of Dr. Abbott’s office.]

DR. ABBOTT: Uh, incidentally, wh-what-what do you think about my new invention? Simply mentalist ointment?

[Dr. Abbott watches Dr. Brown leave uninterested in his invention.]

DR. ABBOTT: Unenthused.

[Dr. Abbott smells the beaker and then trashes it.]

[Cut to the Abbott House – Amy is pacing around the front door and Ephram is sitting on the couch in the living room.]

AMY: Why isn’t the mail here yet? I mean are they not coming or maybe they just don’t deliver SAT scoring when it’s negative like it’s too embarrassing for the victim?

[Amy walks into the living room is pacing.]

EPHRAM: I’m sure you did fine.

AMY: I’m sure that I didn’t. And the fact that my entire future relies on a No. 2 pencil drives me crazy. I mean seriously, why do colleges even care if you figure out when Train A and Train B are going to meet?

[Amy plops on the couch talking fast.]

AMY: (CONT'D) I don’t know when they’re going to meet. Why do they even have to meet?

EPHRAM: Okay, you’re talking faster than both of the trains combined.

[Ephram gets up from the couch and walks over to the other couch and sits next to Amy.]

EPHRAM: There.

[Ephram puts his arm around her.]

AMY: All I want to do this weekend is rent a million mindless movies, order Chinese food and hang out with you. We can build a tent in the living room and never come out.

EPHRAM: Y’know, that sounds good, but I-I told Bright that I would go to this party thing with him.

AMY: Really? Why?

EPHRAM: Uh, because Marty’s wife is out of town. I don’t know. I mean, it’s, uh, it’s something with his work friends, sounds as about as appealing as calculus, but I haven’t hung out with Bright in a while so…

AMY: Yeah, but isn’t he the one who flaked on you?

EPHRAM: Yeah, but this is his attempt to make it up to me. I kinda feel obligated. I don’t know when hanging out with Bright became such a chore. I mean, it used to be so easy, you feed him, you water him, and he’s good to go.

[Amy laughs.]

AMY: Yeah, well, I guess it’s less convenient now that he’s not in school with us. I mean, it’s not like you’re automatically gonna see him five times a day, maybe common ground has shifted.

EPHRAM: Y’know, why don’t you come to this thing? It may not be too bad.

AMY: Aahh, no. No. No. The whole thing seems extremely exhausting and I wasn’t really in the mood to be on, but thank you.

EPHRAM: Yeah, you’re right. Dumplings and movies sounded pretty good.

AMY: Umm, hmm.

[Cut to Dr. Brown sitting at the counter at Mama Joy’s looking depressed and eating lunch.]

DR. BROWN: Just when I thought I had a handle on this town, I insult the patron saint and her paralyzed husband and Charlie, mustn’t forget little Charlie.

NINA: Well, you couldn’t’ve known. All that stuff happened before you got here and when you got here, all the gossip was about you.

DR. BROWN: Well, that’s why I need Edna, I used to get the news before it happened, now I’m like a guy without cable.

[Nina looks at the door to Mama Joy’s when she hears the door open and Dr. Brown looks too.]

DR. BROWN: (CONT'D) Are you expecting someone?

NINA: No. It's just Dr. Jake asked me out yesterday and I said no and now I’m afraid he’s going to walk in here and there’s going to be all this weirdness. We really need more restaurants on Main Street.

DR. BROWN: Jake asked you out?

[Nina nods her head with wide open eyes.]

DR. BROWN: (CONT'D) Like on a date?

NINA: Yes.

DR. BROWN: That’s odd, isn’t it?

NINA: I know, I thought so too. Why do you think it’s odd?

DR. BROWN: Well, I mean, I guess it’s not that strange he did mention something about you being attractive the other day.

NINA: He did? Why didn’t you tell me?

DR. BROWN: Well, cause I got out of that habit in 7th grade.

NINA: Oh, right, but what did you say when he said that?

DR. BROWN: I didn’t say anything. I have far too much for you than to discuss you in such chatter like manner.

NINA: Oh, well, thank you. Although, it was sort of sweet the way he did it.

DR. BROWN: Oh, I’m sure it was. A guy like that living in L.A., I’m sure he’s had plenty of practice, but he’s not the guy for you.

NINA: No?

DR. BROWN: No. No. He’s much too shallow. His life revolves around surface treatments and quick fixes. He couldn’t comprehend a working woman’s life – your tastes, your values. I mean, you are a solid woman, Nina. You are salt of the earth.

NINA: Geez, Andy. Why don’t you just go ahead and call me handsome?

DR. BROWN: You know what I mean, you’re not one of those naïve young things that giggles every time he flashes his dimples. You’ve been around the block.

NINA: So I’m old and trampy?

DR. BROWN: That’s not what I said. That’s not what I meant.

[Dr. Hartman walks in and comes up to the counter where Nina is with a huge smile on his face.]

DR. HARTMAN: Hey, beautiful.

[Nina and Dr. Brown look at Dr. Hartman.]

NINA: Saturday night.

DR. HARTMAN: I’m sorry.

NINA: Pick me up about 8 o’clock. Do you know where I live?

DR. HARTMAN: I’ll find it. Are you sure? What am I doing? Always take yes for an answer, my business manager taught me that, kinda genius. Anyway, Saturday. Awesome. I’m gonna go grab a table. Hey, Andy.

DR. BROWN: Hey.

[Dr. Hartman goes to get a table leaving Dr. Brown and Nina to talk.]

NINA: Nothing wrong with a free dinner.

DR. BROWN: No. No. Of course not. I’m sure you’ll learn all sorts of fascinating things about soy products and oxygen bars.

[Dr. Brown gets up and leaves. Nina watches Dr. Brown leave and then looks at Dr. Hartman at the table where he is sitting.]

[Cut to Dr. Abbott and Rose in the kitchen at their house – Dr. Abbott is putting a tongue depresser in Rose’s mouth.]

DR. ABBOTT: How about it, Rose? What do your tastebuds detect in this fine hybrid?

ROSE: Wood.

[Dr. Abbott nudges her to continue.]

ROSE: (CONT'D) With a hint of berries.

DR. ABBOTT: Triumph. This is it, Rose. This is the winner. I can feel it.

ROSE: What’s this all about, Harold?

DR. ABBOTT: I want you to think for a moment. Think of the country doctor toiling away at his thankless job. His cure of common ailments is not extraordinary so why improve upon his lab, his generic tools – his X-ray machine. Why indeed?

ROSE: Are you going to need a glass of water for this?

[Rose gets up expecting a long speech.]

DR. ABBOTT: No, I-I say we have been ignored long enough. I say we need advances in our own field and I am here to provide that service. Why stick a bland piece of wood into your patient’s ailing mouth, when they can be surprised instead with a burst of melon? And thus, I take it upon myself to reach out to my brethren an-and present them with simple solutions to eliminate their suffering.

ROSE: So you’re crafting flavored wood to save the world?

DR. ABBOTT: Yeah, forget the world. This elementary device will spread faster than lice in a kindergarten.

[Rose gives him a look of “Come on now.”]

DR. ABBOTT: That’s right, Rose. I convince some sucker his sad little practice will actually be improved through flavored wood and I will blow all those over hyped neurosurgeons and laser quacks away.

[Dr. Abbott starts to dance with Rose in the kitchen.]

DR. ABBOTT: (CONT'D) We will be wiping our derrieres with hundred dollar bills and our family name will be in every medical journal across the country.

[They stop.]

ROSE: (laughing) You exhaust me, dear.

[Rose leaves.]

[Cut to outside the Abbott house – Bright is shooting hoops when Ephram walks up.]

EPHRAM: Hey?

BRIGHT: Hey. So this thing at Marty’s tonight, you might want to meet me there in case I hook up.

[Ephram shoots the ball.]

EPHRAM: What do you mean?

BRIGHT: Well, you might want to bring your own vehicle. Lauren, the stock girl, man, she’s been giving me the vibe. Stole my cell phone while I was on the floor and put her number in it.

EPHRAM: Uh, that’s not a vibe, that’s sending up a flare.

BRIGHT: I know, dude. It’s so on. Anyways do you want me to give you directions now?

[Ephram looks at him without saying anything.]

BRIGHT: (CONT'D) Or do you not want to go?

EPHRAM: No, I want to go, I mean, I definitely want to go, I really do, I just…

BRIGHT: Why don’t you say it one more time maybe we’ll both believe you?

EPHRAM: Yeah, I mean, it’s just… I told-I kinda told Amy that I would hang out with her too and then I thought about inviting her, but that would king of defeat the purpose of just you and me hanging out together, which is something we haven’t been able to do in a long time.

BRIGHT: Yeah, I know, man, that’s why I invited you. And I didn’t invite the both of you.

EPHRAM: Right, but then Amy and I were thinking…

BRIGHT: What did you have a Bright summit or something?

EPHRAM: No.

BRIGHT: Kind of sounds like you did.

EPHRAM: Y’know, forget it. There’s no reason I can’t do both.

BRIGHT: Just never mind, forget about it, man.

EPHRAM: No, it’s fine, just give me the directions.

BRIGHT: No, seriously, I’d actually rather you didn’t come anyways. I’d just have to introduce you to a bunch of people you don’t know, waste a bunch of time. I mean, you’d be out of the loop on all of the inside stuff, it would’ve been a hassle.

[Bright shoots the ball. Ephram grabs it.]

EPHRAM: Maybe next time?

[Ephram throws Bright the ball and walks away and Bright continues to shoot the ball.]

{END OF ACT TWO / COMMERCIAL BREAK}

{ACT THREE}

[Fade in – Nina’s bedroom – Nina is putting on her makeup while Hannah is watching and Delia is in her closet.]

NINA: I don’t know why I’m going to all this trouble. I barely know this guy.

HANNAH: It doesn’t matter. It’s all about biology.

[Nina gives Hannah a look.]

HANNAH: (CONT'D) Well, like you wouldn’t be putting that on if there weren’t any attraction.

[Nina gives Hannah another look.]

HANNAH: (CONT'D) Did you know that the first fake eyelashes were in ancient Egypt? Lush lashes suggest a fertile woman – a ready woman.

[Nina’s eyes get bigger and gives a hard look at Hannah.]

HANNAH: (CONT'D) I read a lot.

[Nina and Hannah laugh.]

DELIA: Nina, if you have all of these different clothes, how come you look the same everyday?

NINA: Don’t make me cry, Delia, I just put on the mascara.

[Nina gets up to leave the room.]

DELIA: I still think you need to wear this one.

[Delia is holding a very revealing black dress.]

NINA: No, I don’t think so, honey.

DELIA: Why not?

NINA: Uh, because it suggests something that is definitely not going to happen.

HANNAH: You never know.

NINA: Listen, Nefertiti, I don’t need any more advice from you.

[Nina comes back into the room in a nice blue dress. The doorbell rings in the background. Hannah is smiling at what Nina is wearing.]

HANNAH: Oh…

DELIA: You look so pretty. Can I put glitter glue on your face?

NINA: Oh, thank you, but I don’t wanna look like I’m trying too hard.

[Dr. Brown knocks on the bedroom door and walks in.]

DR. BROWN: What’s going on up here? Did anyone not hear the doorbell?

[Dr. Brown notices Nina all dressed up.]

DR. BROWN: Wow. You look… Turn around.

[Nina turns around slowly for Dr. Brown.]

DR. BROWN: (laughs) You are shedding all over the place. Do you have a lint brush?

NINA: Yeah, it’s on the dresser.

HANNAH: Well, I’m gonna go finish some homework.

NINA: Okay.

[Hannah leaves the bedroom. Dr. Brown starts to use the lint brush on Nina’s dress.]

NINA: (CONT'D) Umm, thanks, Andy, I can handle it from here.

[Nina takes the lint brush from Dr. Brown.]

DR. BROWN: Oh, okay, great. Come on, Delia. So long, Nin.

[Dr. Brown is at the door and Delia follows. Nina waves.]

DR. BROWN: (CONT'D) And, uh, knock back a wheatgrass for me.

[Cut to Ephram sitting at his piano in his studio – Amy knocks on the door.]

EPHRAM: Yeah, come in.

[Amy comes in all elated.]

AMY: 1400, baby.

[Ephram turns around and faces her on his piano bench.]

EPHRAM: Congratulations.

AMY: Thank you.

[Ephram gives Amy a hug.]

AMY: (CONT'D) Oh, no more freaking out. No more paranoia. No more chasing the mailman down the street.

[Amy plops down on the couch. Ephram looks at Amy’s scores. Amy notices she is sitting on something and she pulls out a pair of girl’s panties from under her. She realizes what they are and looks at Ephram stunned. Ephram looks at the panties and takes a breath. Amy holds up the panties to Ephram with a look of “What are these doing here?”]

EPHRAM: Whose are those?

AMY: Uh, yeah, exactly.

EPHRAM: Well, they’re, obviously, they’re not mine.

AMY: WELL, THEY’RE OBVIOUSLY NOT MINE.

EPHRAM: Well?

[Amy jumps up from the couch and Ephram walks around to sit on the couch.]

AMY: DON’T LOOK AT THEM.

EPHRAM: I’m sorry, everything’s just a little blurry right now.

AMY: Okay, you know what, I’m-I’m gonna take a second an-and wait for you to provide some type of explanation as to why this HOOKER THONG is in your couch cushion. You have 10 seconds.

[Ephram sits silently racking his brain.]

EPHRAM: Bright. I gave Bright a key.

[Amy looks at the panties and then throws them.]

AMY: Oohh.

EPHRAM: And for the record, that’s a long time to hold any stranger’s thong.

AMY: So is-is this like your arrangement? Does he do this all the time?

EPHRAM: I hope not. This is the first I’ve heard of it, I swear.

AMY: So he just comes in here with random girls and doesn’t even ask you? Does that-does that not creep you out?

EPHRAM: It doesn’t make me feel great. But it’s Bright, he doesn’t use the same logic as us? Y’know, to him an empty room is fair game.

AMY: This isn’t the boiler room at County. This is your studio. Are you going to talk to him?

[Amy sits on the piano bench across from Ephram on the couch.]

EPHRAM: I don’t think so.

AMY: Why?

EPHRAM: Because it doesn’t seem like the best time to come down on him right now.

AMY: Okay, okay, so-so when will it be a good time? When he starts filming in here?

EPHRAM: We should’ve just gone to that party.

AMY: You think that if we went to that party he wouldn’t have done this. You don’t even know when this happened. Maybe it’s happened more than once.

[Amy gets up and sits beside Ephram on the couch.]

AMY: (CONT'D) Ephram, friendships don’t fall apart because you miss a party or two. They fall apart because you stop talking about stuff and you let the little things slide because they just don’t feel worth it. If you want to work this stuff out with Bright, you’re gonna have to talk to him.

[Cut to Dr. Brown knocking on the Hayes door. Delia is with Dr. Brown. Amanda answers the door.]

DR. BROWN: I brought this one for yours.

AMANDA: Hmm, sacrificial offering.

DR. BROWN: Least I can do.

[Amanda gives Dr. Brown a smile.]

DR. BROWN: Look, this is very awkward, but the thing is I…

DELIA: Do you guys need me for this or can I go see Charlie?

AMANDA: Oh, go on upstairs, honey, he’s in his room playing with Sophie.

DELIA: SOPHIE?

[Delia scurries quickly inside the house.]

DR. BROWN: (yelling after Delia) Hey…

[Delia stops and looks back at Dr. Brown.]

DR. BROWN: (CONT'D) No, closets and keep three feet on the ground at all times.

[Delia leaves.]

AMANDA: So let me guess what happened. Word got out that you scolded me and now you’re eating daily portions of crow.

DR. BROWN: I don’t even know where to begin.

AMANDA: How about a clean slate? Although those are kind of rare in Everwood, I know. Introductions don’t get made, we just run with little captions over our head. Me – patron saint, you – tortured widower, genius doctor.

DR. BROWN: Pleased to meet you.

[They shake hands.]

AMANDA: Back at ya. Now, please say you’ll come in for a cup of coffee, I can’t tell you the last time, I had company.

DR. BROWN: I thought you’d never ask.

[Dr. Brown walks in and Amanda closes the door.]

[Cut to Dr. Hartman and Nina walking outside through a park at night.]

NINA: That place was amazing. We tried fusion cooking at Mama Joy’s once, paramedics were there 10 minutes later.

DR. HARTMAN: (laughs) Yeah, that was pretty good, although, generally I like to keep a raw food diet. It balances my chi.

[Nina looks at him with a “Are you serious?” expression.]

DR. HARTMAN: (CONT'D) Kidding.

NINA: Oh, man.

DR. HARTMAN: You totally thought that I was going to go all scientology on you, didn’t you? And here I‘ve been giving you the benefit of the doubt.

NINA: What do you have doubts about?

DR. HARTMAN: I doubt you are being as open with me as could, because you think tonight’s just a waste of time.

NINA: That’s not completely true, because I’m actually having a great time.

DR. HARTMAN: Okay, then. Tell me something real about yourself. Something you want.

NINA: Oh, I guess, I want to feel safe again. I want to wake up in the middle of the night and know that there’s someone who can take care of me and Sam without me having to ask. Someone to laugh with because I know he’s been there too and I want to be able to skip the getting to know you part and right into being comfortable but still excited – still have that rush.

[Dr. Hartman and Nina stop in front of a bench overlooking a pond. Dr. Hartman leans in for a kiss, but Nina turns her face away.]

DR. HARTMAN: I’m sorry.

NINA: No, I’m sorry.

DR. HARTMAN: I thought I was getting a signal there.

NINA: I know, I… It’s not you.

DR. HARTMAN: You mean, it’s not you, it’s me.

NINA: No, I mean, the person I was just talking about, it’s not you, it’s somebody else. I think I’m in love with somebody else.

DR. HARTMAN: Well… Okay, do I know him?

NINA: No. It’s just, uh, someone I went to high school with.

[Nina sits down on the bench. Nina lets out a sigh after her realization.]

DR. HARTMAN: Well, it’s good to know. I’m glad I could at least be a catalyst.

NINA: I’m so sorry.

DR. HARTMAN: No, that’s okay. Okay.

[Dr. Hartman sits down on the bench beside Nina.]

DR. HARTMAN: (CONT'D) I think I can let it slide, but only on one condition. You have to tell him how you feel. Just put it out and see what happens. Chances are he’ll fall at your feet.

NINA: You’re very sweet.

DR. HARTMAN: Not so sweet, because if for whatever reason it doesn’t work out, I’m definitely coming after you again. I’ve got lots more boring childhood stories that need to be shared.

[They smile at one another.]

[Cut to the Hayes House – Dr. Brown and Amanda are sitting in the den talking.]

AMANDA: God, listen to me go on. I’m sorry, I don’t get many chances for actual conversations.

DR. BROWN: No. No. Don’t apologize. These are interesting stories.

[Amanda sighs.]

DR. BROWN: (CONT'D) So you and John traveled a lot?

AMANDA: Constantly. You wouldn’t think of it of a couple who settled down in Everwood, but we used to chase the sun around the world. We were really adventurous. Of course, we don’t travel much past John’s side – not that he’s a burden.

DR. BROWN: I understand.

AMANDA: Really? I don’t. I don’t understand how any of this happened to me. I can’t comprehend the life that I’m living right now. I keep waiting for something to change. Something that will make it better, but it never comes. I’ll be cutting his hair or giving him his pills and suddenly it’s like – it’s like an eternity has passed and I’ve lost half my life in this house. I look at John and I wish he would disappear, so this will all be over so I could just go to a movie, take a cruise somewhere there’s sand. I love the beach. I love getting a tan. I can’t remember the last time I had one. And then I’ll realize what I was thinking and I’ll start to cry – not because of all of those things that I’m missing but because I am wishing them. I wish he would die so that I could get a tan, I mean honest to God, what kind of person thinks those things.

DR. BROWN: Lots of people. Almost anyone in your situation.

AMANDA: (sighs) Well, oh not they don’t and if they do shame on them. Shame on me for every second I’m dreaming about a life that doesn’t include my husband.

[Amanda looks at her watch.]

AMANDA: (CONT'D) Oh, I’ve got to give John his medication. Care to join?

DR. BROWN: Sure.

[They get up and walk toward John who is sitting in his wheelchair at the edge of the kitchen.]

AMANDA: Alright, sweetie, open up.

[Amanda puts the pill in John’s mouth.]

AMANDA: (CONT'D) Good.

[Amanda puts a glass of water in John’s left hand and helps bring the glass to John’s mouth for him to drink.]

AMANDA: (CONT'D) Here you go use it.

DR. BROWN: Is your husband left-handed?

AMANDA: Yeah, we both are. It’s how we met. They had to seat us together at this dinner party ‘cause we kept knocking elbows with everybody else. Remember that, sweetheart. Do you remember that night?

[Cut to outside the Abbott House – Bright is walking down the sidewalk and across the street to his truck. Ephram pulls up in his car and gets out and walks toward Bright.]

BRIGHT: Hey, man, Amy’s not here.

EPHRAM: Yeah, I know, I, uh, I actually came by to talk to you.

BRIGHT: Well, I’m late to pick up Hillary. Or Sasha? I don’t know, I’ll know when I see the face. Anyways, I’ll catch up with you later.

EPHRAM: No, actually, uh, we should probably talk about this now. One of your girls left her panties in my couch.

[Bright realizes that was a major oops.]

EPHRAM: (CONT'D) You had sex in my studio and you didn’t even tell me. What’s that all about?

BRIGHT: Well, I was gonna tell you. You might have actually been impressed by the conquest.

EPHRAM: No, I don’t think I would’ve been by the conquest. All right, this isn’t funny.

BRIGHT: Y’know what, whatever.

[Bright starts to grab for the truck door handle.]

EPHRAM: No, you can use my studio for that kind of crap.

BRIGHT: Okay, I won’t do it again.

EPHRAM: Why are you being like this?

BRIGHT: How am I being? I’m sitting here getting attacked for having a little harmless fun.

EPHRAM: Are-are you really, ‘cause it doesn’t look like you’re having very much fun. In fact, you look kinda messed up.

BRIGHT: Oh, well, I’m sorry. You know what, we can’t all be like you, Ephram, and fall in love magically with the girl of our dreams. All right some of us take a little bit longer. Umm, I really apologize if my slumming is bumming you out.

EPHRAM: Y’know, I don’t care what you do or who you do it with.

BRIGHT: Okay, God, great. Thank you. I’ve been dying for your approval.

EPHRAM: All, I’m trying to say …

BRIGHT: You shouldn’t be saying anything. Okay? You don’t know where I’m at. All right, you have no idea what it’s like being me right now. All right, I’m sure it’s pretty easy for you to sit in that billion dollar studio your daddy built for you and take shots at me.

EPHRAM: You think my life is easy. You wouldn’t last 10 seconds on my schedule. You have no idea what my life is like.

BRIGHT: I know exactly what your life is like, ‘cause you haven’t shut up about it since you got back. I gotta study. I gotta go to Juilliard. I gotta practice the piano.

EPHRAM: Hey, you might’ve given up on your life, but I haven’t given up on mine. So, yeah, I’m gonna practice and yeah, I might not be as much fun to be around for the next little while, but I’m gonna do it –I’m gonna do it right now, ‘cause it’s important. And if I don’t…

BRIGHT: You’ll end up like me.

EPHRAM: Exactly. All right and I wouldn’t want that.

[Ephram walks away mad to his car and Bright gets in his car to leave.]

{END OF ACT THREE / COMMERCIAL BREAK}

{ACT FOUR}

[Fade in – Mama Joy’s – Dr. Brown is sitting at booth reading and researching and Nina walks up and watches him.]

NINA: A little light reading? The encyclopedia’s smaller than that.

DR. BROWN: Ah, I’m just doing some research. So how’d it go last night?

NINA: Last night?

DR. BROWN: Yeah, with you and wheatgrass. Any sparks?

NINA: Nah, not really.

DR. BROWN: Oh, hate to say I told you so.

NINA: But you did, so you’re gonna.

DR. BROWN: Oh, I’m sorry, Nin, but you’re gonna meet someone terrific one of these days. I know you are.

NINA: Yeah.

[Dr. Brown looks down at his book and Nina just stares at him.]

DR. BROWN: What?

NINA: Nothing.

DR. BROWN: You sure?

NINA: Positive.

[Dr. Brown smiles at Nina and Nina returns the smile and walks away.]

[Cut to Abbott House – Rose is in the kitchen and Dr. Abbott walks in frustrated.]

DR. ABBOTT: Well, this is just unbelievable.

ROSE: What now, Harold?

DR. ABBOTT: Apparently, someone has already out a patent on flavored tongue depressers. After all of my struggling the sleepless nights…

ROSE: You’ve been working on it for two whole days, I’m sure lightning will strike twice.

DR. ABBOTT: I need a bran muffin.

[Amy runs into the kitchen excited.]

AMY: Morning, everybody. Wanna see something amazing.

DR. ABBOTT: Always.

[Amy pulls out her scores.]

DR. ABBOTT: (CONT'D) It’s your SAT scores.

AMY: Yep.

DR. ABBOTT: 1400.

[Dr. Abbott shows the scores to Rose.]

ROSE: No!

DR. ABBOTT: Amy, this is remarkable.

AMY: I know. Now check out the 750 on verbal. That was all you, Dad.

DR. ABBOTT: Why me?

AMY: Well, your crazy nursery rhymes. Remember how you used to replace the normal words with really hard ones in some wacko attempt to make studying fun. Apparently not so wacko.

DR. ABBOTT: You remember that?

AMY: Of course I do, much to the annoyance of everyone in my study group. Remember, “A triumvirate of purblind plagues, a triumvirate of purblind plagues, espy how they scuttle, espy how they scuttle,”. Triumvirate was the first word on my test. It was smooth sailing after that. Anyways, I gotta go to school.

[Amy hugs Dr. Abbott.]

AMY: (CONT'D) You’re the best. Love you.

[Amy hugs Rose.]

ROSE: Congratulations.

[Amy leaves the kitchen.]

DR. ABBOTT: I invented those. Rose, I invented those nursery rhymes. I could write another 20, perhaps bind them together in-in some sort of a-a book. I’ll hire an artist to create an enticing cover. Children all across America possibly even Europe will be able to use them as a study tool.

[Dr. Abbott sits down at the kitchen table with a pen and paper.]

DR. ABBOTT: (CONT'D) Twinkle, twinkle. Rose, what-what’s another word for twinkle? Uh, glitter. Scintillate. Scintillate diminutive celestial orb.

[Rose leaves the kitchen to let Dr. Abbott write.]

[Cut to Bright driving up to Ephram’s house – Ephram is pushing the garbage bin to the curb.]

EPHRAM: Hey.

BRIGHT: Just gonna return this.

[Bright throws Ephram the key to his studio at him. Ephram catches it.]

EPHRAM: You can keep the key, Bright.

[Ephram throws the key back at Bright.]

BRIGHT: Yeah, I don’t really need it.

[Bright throws the key on top of the garbage bin and starts to walk back toward his truck.]

EPHRAM: Look, things got out of hand last night. We both said stuff we didn’t mean. Maybe it’s a good thing. I mean we obviously had a lot to say to one another.

BRIGHT: Yeah, it’s probably long overdue.

EPHRAM: So now we can just move past it.

BRIGHT: I think we kind of are past it.

EPHRAM: What’s that suppose to mean?

BRIGHT: Well, maybe whatever reason we were friends before in the first place isn’t there any more. It’s okay, y’know, things happen.

EPHRAM: Yeah, things change if you let them, not if you try.

BRIGHT: I don’t want to try. I just… I can’t be around you right now, Ephram.

EPHRAM: What are you talking about?

BRIGHT: You know what it’s like trying to be your friend, Ephram. It was easier before. I mean, I had my thing I was good at and you had your thing, y’know. Kind of balanced each other out somehow. But, uh, it’s all off now, y’know, it’s not like you need my advice on anything any more. You got your stuff figured out, which is awesome. I’m psyched for you or whatnot, but, uh…

EPHRAM: But what?

BRIGHT: But it’s too hard for me, man. I know it’s not supposed to be a competition or whatever but I can’t help it if it feels like that, y’know. It’s like I’m constantly in this race with you and I always wind up the loser. I just need to step back for a little while, get my life back on track without having to pace myself next to you.

EPHRAM: If that’s what you want, I’m not gonna fight you on it? I disagree.

BRIGHT: Yeah, I know. Catch you later.

[Bright gets in his truck and leaves. Ephram grabs the key off the garbage bin and walks back toward the house.]

[Cut to Dr. Brown’s office – Dr. Brown is looking through some books when Amanda knocks on his office door and walks in.]

DR. BROWN: Yeah.

AMANDA: Hey.

DR. BROWN: Hey.

AMANDA: Is this about the kids, just so you know, I had the talk with Charlie last night. It was oodles of fun.

DR. BROWN: Nah, I just decided they’re gonna do what they want anyway. Delia hitched off to Vegas this morning, I’m totally cool with it.

AMANDA: Oh, well, it looks like we’ve been a good influence on each other after all. What’s up?

DR. BROWN: I, uh, I wanted to show you something.

[Dr. Brown hands Amanda an article.]

AMANDA: What’s this?

DR. BROWN: This is a recent article by an old colleague of mine. He did a study on a guy named Neil Cooper. Neil had a stroke 8 years ago – severe aphasia, no sign of change. But then about 2 years ago, some advances were made in the field – electro stimulation, pharmacotherapy and Neil started to respond. More than that, he started to speak.

AMANDA: I appreciate what you’re trying to do, Andy, I really do. Five years ago, I was as excited as you are now to fight this battle. I spent every waking moment devoted to hearing my husband say my name again but you know what, it didn’t happen.

DR. BROWN: But have you been keeping up with the medical advances? Five years can make a world of difference. Look what it did for Neil.

AMANDA: So this man can say 700 words and he writes with his left hand. It’s amazing. I should write a letter to his wife, I really should, but he could have recovered for any number of reasons. Maybe he was younger, maybe he didn’t suffer as-as many strokes as John did. They got him to the hospital sooner.

DR. BROWN: Yes, I understand that and I think that it’s all possible, but I have to tell you that I do not think that his recovery would have been as strong if his left hand weren’t dominant. I mean, doctors now know just how important tackling the left hemisphere is.

[Amanda sits down in the chair in front of Dr. Brown’s desk.]

DR. BROWN: With therapy he can still retrieve emotion, compassion, communication, language, Amanda.

[Amanda shakes her head.]

DR. BROWN: What is it? What is it that you’re not saying?

AMANDA: I’m scared.

DR. BROWN: I know. Just give me one month.

[Cut to Ephram sitting at the dining room table with sheets of music spread out all over it. Dr. Brown walks up with a stack of books in his arms.]

DR. BROWN: Hey, you stole my table.

EPHRAM: Yeah, sorry, I needed the big one.

DR. BROWN: Can I join you?

EPHRAM: Go for it. Though you’re probably not gonna stick around, apparently I drive people away.

[Dr. Brown puts the books down on the table.]

DR. BROWN: Is it Amy?

EPHRAM: No, Amy’s great. So for the balance of the universe to be restored, something else has to suck. Bright’s pissed at me.

DR. BROWN: Oh, what happened?

[Dr. Brown sits down at the table and opens up a book.]

EPHRAM: A bunch of things I didn’t even realize were happening. I think the main problem was I-I didn’t realize I wasn’t there for him. Kind of bailed on our friendship.

DR. BROWN: Well, you’ve been pretty busy lately. Why don’t you cut yourself some slack?

EPHRAM: Yeah, it’s just I knew that I was gonna have to give up a lot for the piano, but I never thought I would have to sacrifice my friends. I just thought I could have it all.

DR. BROWN: Well, you can’t.

EPHRAM: You want to think about that some more before you crush my spirit entirely.

DR. BROWN: Ephram, listen, hey, you know the sacrifices we make for the things that we love, they define us. I met a woman this week who gave up everything – her entire life really, just to be there for her husband. And the crazy part is that she didn’t make that decision consciously. She didn’t do it because she wanted to be a martyr or-or a saint. She didn’t choose it. It chose her. And now, it’s – it’s just who she is.

EPHRAM: Well, maybe it’s not who I am. I’m tired of choosing the piano over everything else.

DR. BROWN: But you’re not choosing it over everything else. You’re keeping those things in your life that inspire you - music, Amy, family, your schoolwork.

EPHRAM: My schoolwork doesn’t inspire me.

DR. BROWN: Yeah, but if you give that up I’ll kill ya. Look, everything is going to find it’s natural place, they-they don’t just disappear. They just shuffle around a little bit. And your friends, the good ones anyway, they always find a way back.

EPHRAM: So you’re gonna help out this woman?

DR. BROWN: I’m gonna try.

EPHRAM: Sounds like it’s gonna be a lot of work.

DR. BROWN: Yeah, I’ll probably need Mrs. Hammerhill back to help out for awhile. I’m gonna be bogged down a bit, that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna be here if-if you or…

EPHRAM: I know. <b