Dans cette épisode, une tornade s'abat sur Everwood, la "tornade Cameron". 
[Fade in – Scene from Act Four from “Complex Guilt” – Amy and Ephram are talking in his studio on the couch.]
IRV (VOICE-OVER): Previously on Everwood…
AMY: I need to get more of my life back. But it’s gonna change things. You need to know that. And unless you can find more time in your schedule…
EPHRAM: I can do that. I’m gonna do better, Amy.
[Cut to Scene from Act Two of “Sacrifice” – Nina and Dr. Brown are talking at the counter in Mama Joy’s.]
DR. BROWN: Jake asked you out? Like on a date?
[Cut to scene from Act Three of <“Sacrifice” – Jake and Nina are on their date.]
DR. HARTMAN: For whatever reason it doesn’t work out, I’m definitely coming after you again.
[Cut to scene from Act of “The Reflex”, Dr. Hartman is fixing Sam’s chin.]
NINA: It’s amazing how you do that.
DR. HARTMAN: What stitches?
NINA: No, it’s just I mean how you are with him? You sure you don’t have kids.
{End of Previously on Everwood}
[Cut to an extremely attractive woman in high heel leather boots exiting a cab. She grabs her suitcases and wheels them down the sidewalk. The woman runs into Amy, Ephram, Bright and Hannah as they are exiting a store.
WOMAN: Excuse me. Do you guys know where I can find Doctor Jake Hartman’s office?
[Amy, Ephram, Bright and Hannah all look at her stunned.]
AMY: Umm, it’s a half a block down and across the street.
WOMAN: Thanks.
[The woman takes off across the street. Everyone continues to watch her especially Bright and Ephram.]
AMY: You can close your mouths, boys.
EPHRAM: What? I’m not . . .what?
BRIGHT: I'm totally going into medicine.
AMY: You might have to start by going to college first.
HANNAH: So that’s what zero body fat looks like. Interesting.
[Bright can’t take his eyes off the woman.]
[Cut to Dr. Hartman’s office – The woman enters the office and Edna is sitting at the front desk.]
WOMAN: Hi. Is Doctor Hartman in?
EDNA: He’s at lunch.
WOMAN: Oh. You wouldn’t happen to know where?
EDNA: You’re not from here, are you?
[Cut to Mama Joy’s – Dr. Hartman is sitting at the counter talking to Nina.]
DR. HARTMAN: I’m starting to re-think this whole winter thing. Bad for the hair. It’s so dry out, it makes it all wispy. I think I gotta find a new product.
NINA: Really? And I think you shouldn’t be using the word “product” in public.
DR. HARTMAN: Most women appreciate a guy who can admit to his grooming needs. It shows a certain amount of confidence in his manhood.
[The woman looking for Dr. Hartman walks into Mama Joy’s.]
WOMAN: Jakey!
[The woman jumps for joy to finally find him.]
DR. HARTMAN: Oh my God. Cameron?
[Cameron hugs Dr. Hartman, who is stunned by her presence. Nina is watching the embrace.]
CAMERON: Surprised?
DR. HARTMAN: Understatement. What are you doing here?
CAMERON: Well, if Muhammad won’t come to the mountain. Did you do something different with your hair?
[Dr. Hartman continues to look stunned and smiles at Nina.]
{END OF TEASER / OPENING CREDITS / COMMERCIAL BREAK}
{ACT ONE}
[Fade in – Mama Joy’s – Cameron and Dr. Hartman are sitting at the counter and Nina is talking to them.]
CAMERON: Actually, our trainer set us up.
NINA: Your trainer?
JAKE: Pete’s really more of a friend.
CAMERON: Oh, right. Do you pay all your friends $150 an hour?
NINA: Whoa.
CAMERON: Not that he’s not worth it. I mean this man does wonders with every body part. And if you think about it, it’s a lot cheaper than lipo.
JAKE: You know what, Cam? I bet Nina’s slammed with tables. Maybe we should spare her the gory details.
NINA: Oh, please. I’m not busy at all. Besides, I love gore.
[Dr. Hartman shoots Nina a look.]
CAMERON: Anyhoo, Scott Anderson sends his love - -
DR. HARTMAN: My old partner at Cedars.
CAMERON: As does Nancy, and my parents, and Roy, our Coffee Bean guy.
DR. HARTMAN: No way. How is Roy?
CAMERON: He misses you. (to Nina) I swear, it’s crazy. Literally everyone misses him. Not as much as I do, natch, but everyone is always asking, “How’s Jake?” , “When’s Jake coming home?” And I never have an answer for them.
NINA: Well, I’m done for the day so… I’m gonna go close out, but it was so nice to meet you.
CAMERON: So Nina’s pretty.
DR. HARTMAN: Cam . . .
CAMERON: What? I didn’t mean - - I’m just saying . . .
[Cameron is flustered and excited to see Dr. Hartman.]
CAMERON: (CONT'D) I don’t know what I’m saying. I just flew over a thousand miles to see you, and . . . (then) Hi.
DR. HARTMAN: Hi. So . . . how long are you here for?
CAMERON: Ten days. (off his shock) Well, I had all this vacation time saved up, and my-my editor’s having me write this travel piece, so I brought my laptop. And your snowboard, which you left at my place. And I thought we could hit the slopes.
DR. HARTMAN: Well…
CAMERON: I found this amazing ski resort, it’s kinda like the one we used to go to at Mammoth? Supposedly, they’ve got yummy food, outdoor Jacuzzis - -
DR. HARTMAN: Cam, I’d love to just hang out and ski, but I’ve got patients I need to see all -week. Which is why, if you had called first. Look, we-we’ll figure this all out later, but-but right now, I gotta get back to the office okay…
CAMERON: Now? But I just got here. Who am I going to play with?
[Nina walks by to leave.]
CAMERON: (CONT'D) Omigod, Neen. We could totally have a girls’ afternoon. I’m actually dying for a mani-pedi.
NINA: Well, don’t die.
[Cameron laughs loudly and smiles.]
[Cut to Dr. Brown carrying Delia cheering as they walk into the Brown kitchen door.]
DELIA and DR. BROWN: WE’RE NUMBER ONE. We’re number one!
DR. BROWN: And why are we number one?
DELIA: Because of the Rocket!
DR. BROWN: And who is the Rocket?
DELIA: ME!!!
[Dr. Brown sits her down at the kitchen table.]
DR. BROWN: You got it, baby. You bet your skates.
DELIA: And they didn’t want a girl on the team.
DR. BROWN: Those fools.
DELIA: Wait, where’s your camcorder? We need to be recording this moment.
DR. BROWN: It’s in the bag.
[Dr. Brown gets up to get the camcorder and goes over to the answering machine to play the messages.]
DR. BROWN: You know what, I got at least an hour of tape on here, there’s got to be at least four or five seconds of you.
AMANDA (ON ANSWERING MACHING): Hey, Andy, it’s Amanda. I’m just calling to make sure John’s prescription will be ready tomorrow. One o’clock, right? If I don’t hear from you, I’ll just expect it then, okay? Bye.
[Dr. Brown lets out a smile and then turns back to Delia to record her.]
DELIA: Dad, camcorder, I’m losing steam here.
DR. BROWN: Yeah, I’m just turning it on, honey. Okay, Rocket Brown, tell us about the game.
[Dr. Brown starts to record. Delia starts to talk and Dr. Brown starts thinking about Amanda’s message.]
DELIA: Well, the Flames came on strong in the first period, but we totally schooled them in the second and third.
[Cut to Abbott kitchen – Rose is pulling a casserole out of the oven and Dr. Abbott is helping in the kitchen. Amy walks in and sits at the island.]
DR. ABBOTT: You trying to kill me slowly, Rose, I can smell that butter from here.
AMY: I found it.
DR. ABBOTT: My scarf, oh thank heavens. It’s pure cashmere you know.
AMY: Oh, no, I-I definitely lost the scarf, but I did find the perfect ballet class.
ROSE: Oh, I didn’t know you were looking for a ballet class.
AMY: Yeah, I’ve been searching on the internet all week. And I think this is the class. Jason, he’s the teacher, he’s worked with pretty much every prima ballerina that exists.
ROSE: Well, you know how much we enjoy watching you dance.
AMY: Well, it’s not a performance, it’s just a class and I still have to audition to get in.
DR. ABBOTT: Of course, you’ll get in, you’re the best dancer at County.
AMY: Oh, no, but this class is of completely different caliber. And I have taken a little time off although last year I didn’t study all year and still managed to get my GPA back up to a 3.8, so I’ll guess I’ll just have to do that with this.
DR. ABBOTT: Yep. That’s the Abbott work ethic.
AMY: So I’ll need a check. For the deposit and umm, the class is in Denver, so if I get in, I won’t be home for dinners.
DR. ABBOTT: How many dinners?
AMY: Well, it’s five nights a week.
DR. ABBOTT: Wait, wait, whoa, wait. What kind of class is this?
AMY: Dad, I just told you. I’m gonna go wash up.
[Amy leaves and Dr. Abbott and Rose look at each other.]
DR. ABBOTT: Five nights a week?
[Cut to Hayes house – Amanda is laying in bed and Dr. Brown is getting dressed.]
AMANDA: Why don’t you stay for lunch?
[Dr. Brown looks at her.]
AMANDA: (CONT'D) I make a mean tuna melt.
DR. BROWN: I wish I could. I got a patient at two.
AMANDA: I’ll cut off the crust.
[They share a smile.]
AMANDA: (CONT'D) I know I just wish we had more time.
DR. BROWN: Well, the afternoon’s not too bad, I could come by again say around fourish.
AMANDA: Umm, Charlie will be home from school by then.
DR. BROWN: Well, I guess this is where it gets tricky when you are having an affair.
AMANDA: Well, you had to say it out loud didn’t ya?
[Dr. Brown sits on the bed beside Amanda.]
DR. BROWN: Let’s not kid ourselves, we are having an affair.
AMANDA: Yeah, but with some seriously extenuating circumstances. I mean, as far as affairs go, we’re not exactly cookie cutter. Maybe we should call it something else.
DR. BROWN: Uh, really, like what like? Tryst or, uh, marital indiscretion.
AMANDA: How ‘bout soup?
DR. BROWN: You know you’re very odd, but I like you.
[They laugh.]
DR. BROWN: (CONT'D) What?
AMANDA: I miss talking to you is all. Y’know, at least when you were working with John we could take a walk, go to the park, hang out. Now we’re locked into this bizarro 55 minutes in my bedroom.
DR. BROWN: Well, we could always take the 55 minutes out of the bedroom and just talk.
AMANDA: Yeah. Yeah. That plan sucks too.
DR. BROWN: Truly. Well, I’ve got nothing else. (looking at watch) Oh, I gotta go. I’m sorry.
AMANDA: I know, it’s okay.
[Dr. Brown gives Amanda a quick peck.]
DR. BROWN: Well, maybe five more minutes.
[They kiss and Dr. Brown rolls on top of Amanda.]
[Cut to dancing studio, Amy and Ephram are walking down a hallway.]
EPHRAM: Wow, this place is so world-renowned you’d think they’d be able to afford to decorate.
AMY: Easy there, Queer Eye, it’s not a design center.
[They stop by a classroom door.]
AMY: (CONT'D) I think this is it.
EPHRAM: Cool.
AMY: Class should be out any second.
EPHRAM: Cool.
AMY: You didn’t have to bring me here, you know.
EPHRAM: Do you see me complaining? I told you, if this is your dream, then I’m here to support you. Or, at the very least, chauffeur you to it.
AMY: My very own Stepford wife. How sweet.
EPHRAM: Just being the new and improved supportive boyfriend that you deserve.
[Dancers file out of the studio. Amy and Ephram watch them come out.]
EPHRAM: (CONT'D) You’re way hotter than all of them.
AMY: You can stop now. I’ll just be a minute.
EPHRAM: Take two.
[Amy walks into the studio. Jason, the teacher, is working with a dancer.]
JASON: Very nice. Very nice. Now listen, I need you to lift. Bring your shoulders around with you. Okay, I want you to work on that with this gentleman here. Sir.
AMY: Hi, Mr. … Jason?
JASON: Yes. Can I help you?
AMY: Yeah, umm, they sent me up here to talk to you.
JASON: They . . .?
AMY: Well, the registration lady downstairs? Anyhow, I’ve heard so much about you and your class - - My name’s Amy, by the way, and I know you have a winter program. And I was just wondering when I could audition, where to sign up, how to start…
JASON: Lotta questions, Amy by the way.
AMY: I talk a lot when I’m excited.
JASON: How many classes are you taking now?
AMY: Well, I’m not actually taking, right now, but I have, for years.
JASON: Where?
AMY: At County.
JASON: Is that your high school?
AMY: Yes, and they actually have a very strong program for a high school.
JASON: How old are you?
AMY: Seventeen.
JASON: Right. Well, our winter session starts in two weeks. It’s a professional class, most of our dancers are already working in some capacity. And they’ve had Classical training for many years.
AMY: Yes and I think that’s great, which is exactly why I’m gonna work so hard to catch up.
JASON: Sweetheart, you won’t make it.
AMY: Excuse me?
JASON: Your build, your turn-out. It’s-It’s all wrong. You’re ten pounds too heavy and four years too late.
AMY: When are the auditions?
JASON: Next Thursday.
AMY: Great. And, uh, thank you for the constructive criticism, I appreciate it.
JASON: You’re welcome.
[Amy turns to leave, Ephram is standing at the door, waiting for her after watching her conversation with Jason.]
EPHRAM: I can’t believe you thanked that jackass. Anyway, don’t stress. I’ve had professors like that at Juilliard, and their main purpose in life is just to break you down.
AMY: I’m not stressing, Ephram.
EPHRAM: Yeah, and if he’s so freakin’ knowledgable, why’s he teaching at some school in Denver?
[Amy looks at him.]
EPHRAM: (CONT'D) I mean, not that it’s not a bad school. It’s a great school, but..
AMY: You’re not helping, Ephram.
EPHRAM: I know and I’m sorry.
AMY: Don’t apologize. Just get me home. I need to start practicing. Like now.
{END OF ACT ONE / COMMERCIAL BREAK}
{ACT TWO}
[Fade in – Brown house – Delia walks out of her room and Ephram walks by.]
EPHRAM: What’s up, Rocket Brown? So how’s it feel to the only one in the family with any athletic ability whatsoever? One time, I tried out for the basketball team…
DELIA: It’s here.
EPHRAM: What is? The Alien Invasion? The Britney Spears Tour?
DELIA: It’s. here.
EPHRAM: DAD!!!!!!
[Drug Store – Delia and Dr. Brown walk into the drug store and look at all the feminine products.]
DR. BROWN: Are you okay, sweetie? Because we can talk about this if you want or-or you can talk to Nina about it if you are uncomfortable.
DELIA: I’m fine. But I’ve got hockey practice so let’s just get the stuff and go.
DR. BROWN: Are you sure, ‘cause I did prepare a Talk. I mean, this is one thing that I knew was coming, biologically speaking. Granted, I-I didn’t think it would be so soon…
DELIA: It’s not that soon. Brittany got hers two months ago.
DR. BROWN: Really? Wow. Okay . . . So, you-you wanna discuss this over a cup of coffee?
DELIA: Look, I’ve read Judy Blume, I know the drill. If you really want to do the “talk,” you can do it in the car, but I’ve got to go. Coach is working on slap shots today and I don’t wanna be late.
DR. BROWN: Okay. Let’s see. Wings sound fun.
DELIA: Great. Let’s do wings.
[Delia picks up a package.]
DELIA: (CONT'D) Wait. Always.
DR. BROWN: No. No. Honey. It-It only usually lasts 3-7 days.
DELIA: Oh.
[Delia grabs a few different boxes, heads to the cashier. Dr. Brown watches her.]
[Cut to Nina’s house – Cameron rings the door bell. Nina opens the door.]
CAMERON: I brought rock candy.
[Cameron holds up the rock candy for Nina.]
NINA: It’s nine in the morning.
CAMERON: Jake said you had the day off. And you said we should hang out again. Didn’t you?
NINA: Yeah.
CAMERON: So now we can. Where’s your coffee maker? You’re gonna love this. . .
[Cameron walks in the house all excited about spending the day together.]
[Cut to Nina’s kitchen – Cameron and Nina are sitting at the table with coffee and the rocky candy.]
CAMERON: We were basically engaged.
NINA: You and Jake?
CAMERON: Ummhmm. I mean, I didn’t have a ring or anything, but we literally talked about everything, from where we were gonna send our kids to summer camp, to having a chocolate fountain at our wedding. Oh, it’s amazing. It’s like this-this waterfall of fudge that you dip fruit and rice krispy treats and pretzels in.
NINA: Mmmm. Melty, chocolatey-dipped everything. I love weddings.
CAMERON: Yeah, except when you’re the only single girl there over thirty.
NINA: Well, I don’t know. Having been on the other side of the fence, the grass is not always greener.
CAMERON: Wait. You were married?
NINA: Ten years. Got divorced last spring.
CAMERON: Oh my God. I’m so sorry.
NINA: Oh, it’s okay. I think it was for the best.
CAMERON: Can I ask what happened?
NINA: He was gay.
CAMERON: No. They have gay men in Everwood? I’m sorry, that came out completely wrong. I just . . . I mean, you wouldn’t think that they’d be out here in like, macho outdoorsy land.
NINA: Yeah, well, apparently, they’re everywhere.
[Nina gets up and heads into the kitchen for more coffee.]
NINA: (CONT'D) So, so, so, uh, what happened with you and Jake? I mean, how’d he wind up here without you?
CAMERON: That’s just it. I don’t really know. I mean, there was that whole thing with his practice, but… Well, you know about that, right?
NINA: No.
CAMERON: Oopsy. Well, I probably shouldn’t say anything. I mean, if he hasn’t.
NINA: No, no. Of course. . .
CAMERON: Well, anyhow, that happened, and he said he needed to get out of LA for a bit.
NINA: Wait. So, you guys never broke up?
CAMERON: We never even had a fight. And that’s why I had to come here and see him, because I know that once we’re together, he’ll remember what we have. And I’ll be able to convince him to come home.
NINA: Y’know, Cameron, I obviously don’t know Jake as well as you do, but I do know that he really seems to like it here. So, y’know, maybe your strategy shouldn’t be so much about dragging him back to LA, as . . .
CAMERON: You think I should move here instead?
NINA: No, no, I didn’t say that - -
CAMERON: Well, no, it’s not impossible. I mean, I could easily do most of my work from here.
NINA: Sure. But maybe you guys should work out the big stuff first, regardless of the geography.
CAMERON: But geography wouldn’t be an issue if I lived here.
[Nina is stunned by the way the conversation is going.]
CAMERON: (CONT'D) Oh, Neen, I so needed girl time.
[Cameron gets up and gives Nina a huge hug.]
[Cut to the Abbott garage – Classical music is playing and Amy is practicing ballet in a make shift studio so she can practice. Dr. Abbott walks in.]
DR. ABBOTT: Amy? Amy . . .
[Amy finishes her move and stops upon hearing her dad.]
AMY: Oh, my God, Dad, you scared me.
DR. ABBOTT: Sorry. Honey, it’s freezing in here.
AMY: Oh, I’m actually quite warm.
DR. ABBOTT: Well, dinner is ready, so…
AMY: I’m not eating.
DR. ABBOTT: What?
AMY: Oh, it’s fine. It’s really no big deal, a lot of athletes do it. I’m getting plenty of fluids.
DR. ABBOTT: No, you’re fasting.
AMY: Yeah. Just for the week.
[Amy starts to do some dance moves.]
DR. ABBOTT: That’s ridiculous, you need fuel for this kind of physical exertion. My God, you’re bleeding.
[Dr. Abbott notices her shoes are blood stained.]
DR. ABBOTT: (CONT'D) Honey, let me see your feet.
AMY: Dad, this is what happens when you haven’t been on point for awhile. It’s fine.
DR. ABBOTT: No. No, it is not fine. You are bleeding. You’re starving. It is freezing. Honey, what are you doing to yourself?
AMY: This is what dancers do. You’re just gonna have to get used to it.
DR. ABBOTT: I refuse to get use to watching my daughter abuse herself.
AMY: Well, then, don’t watch. Dad, you didn’t see these girls. They were all stick thin. They all do this 8 hours a day, every day. This is what I have to do to compete if I want to get into this class.
DR. ABBOTT: Oh, this isn’t competing. This is you trying to squeeze two years worth of missed dance classes into a week of rehearsal in our sub-zero garage. That’s like trying to train for a marathon a week before the run.
[Amy starts stretching on bar not really paying attention to Dr. Abbott.]
DR. ABBOTT: (CONT'D) When I was an intern, you know what we used to call the influx of injured patients who did that – morons.
AMY: Gee, Dad, thanks for the support.
DR. ABBOTT: Well, forgive me but what exactly am I supposed to be supporting here.
AMY: Umm, how about my dream.
DR. ABBOTT: So suddenly this is your dream.
AMY: Not suddenly. I’ve wanted to be a ballerina ever since I was a little girl.
DR. ABBOTT: You also wanted to be a princess and an astronaut and I believe a carrot at one point.
AMY: You know what, Ephram practices piano almost ten hours a day every day. He’s completely focused to the exclusion of pretty much everything else all year. And you know what, his dad found a way to support him. Even built him a studio.
DR. ABBOTT: And what is your point?
AMY: Why is it that guys are allowed to get completely OCD about their ambitions and not girls? My passion for dance is exactly the same.
DR. ABBOTT: No, it isn’t. This is you making a rash decision about your future at the eleventh hour simply because you are scared. What you’re exhibiting here is panic – not passion.
AMY: You’re the one who told me that I could do whatever I wanted if I just worked hard enough. Well, I want this.
DR. ABBOTT: Why? Because somebody told you you can’t have it.
[Dr. Abbott called Amy on her point. Amy doesn’t respond immediately.]
AMY: You can shut the door on your way out. You’re letting in the cold.
[Amy walks away and starts to practice again. Her argument with Dr. Abbott is over.]
[Cut to Dr. Hartman’s house – Nina and Cameron knock on his door. Dr. Hartman answers. Cameron rushes in and gives Dr. Hartman a kiss.]
CAMERON: Your friend is the best.
DR. HARTMAN: Yeah? What did you guys do today?
NINA: We had rock candy.
[Cameron starts heading up the stairs and she stops to ask a question.]
CAMERON: Oh, what’s the plan for tonight? I need to know the dress code.
DR. HARTMAN: For dinner in Everwood? Anything nicer than jeans would be considered formal.
CAMERON: I love this place.
[Cameron heads upstairs and Nina and Dr. Hartman can talk alone. Dr. Hartman closes the door so he is standing just outside of the front door with Nina.]
DR. HARTMAN: So how was it really?
NINA: Great. Fine. She’s moving here. Bye.
[Nina tries to make a quick exit.]
DR. HARTMAN: Wait. What?
[Dr. Hartman closes the front door and rushes after Nina.]
NINA: Yeah, well you’re basically engaged to her. Or did you forgot about the chocolate fountain at your wedding?
DR. HARTMAN: What did you two talk about today?
NINA: Well, I think the question here is, what do you two talk about? Because she obviously still thinks that you’re together. Which is a little weird because as far as I knew, you were single.
DR. HARTMAN: I am single.
NINA: Well, not according to her, you’re not. So you must be doing something to make her think that she’s still your girlfriend.
DR. HARTMAN: I’m not good at breaking up with people.
NINA: Well, no one is. But you do. I mean, how did you break up with your last girlfriend?
DR. HARTMAN: I didn’t. I just sort of phased her out.
NINA: Have you ever broken up with anyone?
DR. HARTMAN: I’ve had breakups.
[Nina just looks at him.]
DR. HARTMAN: (CONT'D) Nobody likes to be rejected. I certainly don’t.
NINA: Well, I told you, I wasn’t interested and you seemed fine.
DR. HARTMAN: Seemed being the operative word.
NINA: Look, Cameron is a mature adult. If you tell her the truth, she will be able to handle it. I know that you want to be the nice guy here…
DR. HARTMAN: I am a nice guy.
NINA: You’d think so, but guess what leading someone on that’s not so nice. I mean unless you have feelings for her?
DR. HARTMAN: I thought I did back in L.A., but now – no, I don’t.
NINA: Then you have to tell her – tonight. Tell her so she can start over and move on with her life. That’s how you can be a nice guy.
DR. HARTMAN: (nods in agreement) You’re right. You’re so right. Could you tell her for me?
[Nina hits him.]
DR. HARTMAN: It was worth a shot.
[Nina leaves, making Dr. Hartman realize what he has to do.]
[Cut to Ephram’s studio the next day – Ephram is on the phone with Amy.]
EPHRAM: Am I allowed to say “break a leg”?
[Cut to Amy walking down the street toward the Dance Studio in Denver talking to Ephram on her cell phone.]
AMY: Umm, that’s probably not a good idea.
EPHRAM: Now, listen to me. You’re as talented, if not more, than any of those girls. And you’re gonna be great today.
AMY: Thank you.
EPHRAM: You know, if I get in my car right now, I can probably make it in time…
AMY: That’s okay. I’ll call you after, okay?
[They hang up with each other. Amy gets to the door and hesitates then enters. Amy walks down the hallway filled with girls and goes to the registration table.]
AMY: Hi. Is-is this where I sign in?
REGISTRATION WOMAN: Here you are.
[The registration woman hands Amy the sign-in clipboard and a piece of paper.]
REGISTRATION WOMAN: (CONT'D) And here’s an application. Make sure to list every class you’ve taken, including teachers and contact information.
AMY: Cool . . . Thanks.
[Amy takes the paper and turns to look for a place to sit to fill them out when Jason appears from inside the studio.]
JASON: Okay, everyone, we’re going to start on time today, so we’re not here until four in the morning. I’m gonna keep it simple, and go down the list alphabetically. (reading the list) Amy Abbott?
[Amy turns realizing she is not ready.]
AMY: Uh, I actually just got here. I haven’t really had a chance to warm up or anything yet.
JASON: Moving on . . .
AMY: That’s okay, I’m ready.
[She walks nervously down the hall towards Jason amidst the other girls and into the studio. Jason closes the door behind them.]
{END OF ACT TWO / COMMERCIAL BREAK}
{ACT THREE}
[Fade in – Brown house – Delia is laying in a fetal position on her bed. Dr. Brown walks up the stairs.]
DR. BROWN: WHEN I SAY ROCKET, YOU SAY GO!! ROCKET!!! ROCKET!!!
[Dr. Brown sees her laying in bed.]
DR. BROWN: (CONT'D) Honey, you’re supposed to say “Go”. What’s a matter, kiddo?
DELIA: I’m not feeling so good.
[Dr. Brown sits on the bed to check Delia out.]
DR. BROWN: Well, what is it? Is it cramps?
DELIA: No.
DR. BROWN: Well, just tell me what hurts.
DELIA: I just have a stomach ache and a back ache. Oh, and also a little bit of a headache.
DR. BROWN: So basically everything aches.
[Delia just nods in agreement.]
DR. BROWN: (CONT'D) Y’know, honey, if you’re not feeling well, you don’t have to play today.
DELIA: Yes, I do. It’s the semi-finals. My team needs me.
DR. BROWN: All right, look, because these are special circumstances, I think you should take something. But only today, this is not gonna be an every month kind of a deal.
DELIA: What do you mean like period medicine?
DR. BROWN: Just some ibuprofen. It’ll make you feel less achy.
DELIA: Okay. Cool. Can I take 10?
[Cut to Abbott kitchen – Amy and Ephram are sitting at the kitchen table. Ephram takes a cookie off the plate and Amy just looks at him.]
EPHRAM: Do you want one? (holding up a cookie)
AMY: No, I’m good. So, umm, if I get into this class, I think I’m gonna have to go off the pill.
EPHRAM: Oh, do cookies normally make you think of birth control?
AMY: No, it’s just the whole bloating thing. I-I would probably drop 5 pounds if I went off it, so…
EPHRAM: Okay, you realize you’re a stick, right?
[Amy just stares at him.]
EPHRAM: (CONT'D) But that’s fine. Y’know, never mind. Great.
[The telephone rings.]
BRIGHT (in another room): Hello. Fordo, dude, what’s up? Fordo!!!
[Amy hears the phone is not for her so she turns back to her books.]
EPHRAM: Have they uh?
AMY: Nope.
EPHRAM: I’m sure you got in.
AMY: Are you, really?
EPHRAM: No, but I was just doing the whole supportive boyfriend thing.
AMY: That’s not the point, Ephram, that’s patronizing. How would you like it if I was like “Ooh, Ephram, I’m sure you got into Julliard.”
EPHRAM: Well, considering I haven’t even gotten an audition yet.
AMY (frustrated): Never mind.
[Amy walks over to the island in the kitchen.]
EPHRAM: Okay, come on, Amy, you gotta lighten up. I was kidding.
AMY: I can’t lighten up. You just- you don’t get it.
EPHRAM: Okay, so explain it to me.
[Amy turns and looks at him.]
AMY: Okay. So imagine tomorrow you woke up with carpal tunnel syndrome and you couldn’t play piano any more. What would you do?
[Ephram doesn’t answer.]
AMY: (CONT'D) You would freak out. Okay, that is exactly what is happening to me right now. I took two years off ballet and all of a sudden, I’m too old, too fat and my turnouts all wrong. I’m never gonna be a dancer.
EPHRAM: Okay.
AMY: Okay. That’s all you got.
EPHRAM: Okay, so you’re not going to be a dancer.
AMY: So what am I going to be?
EPHRAM: Uh, I don’t know, but I’m sure you’ll figure it out.
AMY: You don’t know that, Ephram. You have no idea what this is like. Okay, you were born this genius prodigy child, who took a year off piano and still managed to get into Juilliard summer program. You didn’t have to put “Undeclared” on your college applications. It’s not like that for most people. It’s much harder.
EPHRAM: Yeah, you’re right for most people, it probably is, but not for you. If I couldn’t play piano any more, it would be a big problem, because let’s face it, I suck at everything else, but not you. You’re-You’re great at everything you do.
[Ephram sits at the island across from Amy.]
EPHRAM: (CONT'D) You could be President if you wanted.
AMY: Oh, please.
EPHRAM: No, I’m serious. If somebody had talked to me the way that guy Jason had talked to you, I’d be rolling on the floor in a fetal position. But not you, you took what he said. You thanked him for it, and you worked harder because of it. You’re the most driven person I’ve ever seen. It’s who you are. It’s what defines you.
AMY: I just wish I’d never stopped dancing, you know? I really wish that.
[They just look at one another.]
[Cut to Mama Joy’s – Nina is working behind the counter and Dr. Hartman and Cameron walk in.]
CAMERON: Neen!
NINA: Hey. What are you two doing here?
CAMERON: Catching the early bird special. You know, going at it local style.
DR. HARTMAN: Hey, Cam, why don’t you grab a booth? I’ll be over in a sec.
CAMERON: Okay.
[Cameron takes off towards a booth. Dr. Hartman walks over closer to Nina.]
NINA: Hi. Break up, ever?
DR. HARTMAN: I tried to do it last night, I swear, but she was so excited about bonding with you and moving here . . . But I’m gonna do it tonight.
NINA: What you’re breaking up with her here?
DR. HARTMAN: Yeah, it’s perfect. Neutral territory. It’s not like every time she sees a Mama Joy’s in LA, she’ll have to think about this night.
NINA: There are no Mama Joy’s in LA.
DR. HARTMAN: Bingo. That’s me, working my genius.
[Dr. Hartman glances over at Cameron, who waves at him.]
DR. HARTMAN: (CONT'D) Okay, I just need a quick pep talk. Just a couple talking points to get me going, and then I’m golden. Please?
NINA: Okay. Be direct and to the point. The distance has made you realize that you’re just not right for each other anymore. It’s not fair to either of you to stay in this and she deserves someone that can give her the moon and you’re only…
DR. HARTMAN: Really? I should say “moon?”
NINA: Just go. Go . . .
[Dr. Hartman goes toward the booth.]
[Cut to Skating Rink – Delia’s team is playing and parents are cheering away.]
DR BROWN: Go, Rocket!!!! Go!!!!
[Parents are cheering loudly.]
DR. BROWN: Kill him!! Kill him!! (to parent beside him) That’s my kid, she plays Center. Kill him!!! Break his leg!!
COACH: Come on, Brown, you got to be on that.
[The other team scores a goal.]
COACH: (CONT'D) Oh, let’s go Brown, you’re moving like molasses out there.
[Dr. Brown walks down to the Coach.]
DR. BROWN: Hey, Coach. Maybe you should give her a rest for a few minutes.
COACH: You want to coach this game. Come on, Rocket, let’s see some steam.
DR. BROWN: Well, she’s really not feeling too well.
[Dougie, Delia’s teammate, stands up fast.]
DOUGIE: Coach, I’ll go in for her.
COACH: Relax, Dougie, Delia’s fine.
DR. BROWN: No, she’s not fine. (whispers) She just got her period.
COACH (loudly): She got her period.
DOUGIE: No way.
COACH: Brown, off the ice.
[Delia skates over not understanding why.]
DELIA: Why are you pulling me out? I was just getting my game on.
[Dr. Brown and the Coach look at her.]
DELIA: (CONT'D) Dad, what are you doing down here?
COACH: Wilson, get in there.
DELIA: You’re putting him in instead of me.
DOUGIE: Yeah, you should probably sit for the rest of the period. Get it, Period.
[Delia’s teammates laugh at her.]
[Cut to Mama Joy’s – Nina looks exhausted behind the counter. Dr. Hartman and Cameron are still sitting at the booth.]
DR. HARTMAN: Hey, Neen? Another refill, please when you can?
[Nina gets the coffee pot and walks over to them at the booth.]
CAMERON: So, Jake and I were talking about checking out some of these real estate listings. You wanna come with?
NINA: Umm, no I don’t. I don’t think you’re going to be moving here. Because, umm, he doesn’t want you to.
[Cameron laughs, then doesn’t.]
CAMERON: What?
NINA: I’m sorry. . .
CAMERON: Jake?
[Dr. Hartman doesn’t say anything.]
CAMERON: (CONT'D) This is umm… I think I’m dizzy.
DR. HARTMAN: You’re still sitting down.
CAMERON: I can be dizzy from a seated position!
DR. HARTMAN: Okay. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have done it this way. I meant to talk to you last night. But, well, after I talked to Nina about it.
CAMERON: (to Nina) You knew he was gonna do this?
NINA: No No. I didn’t. I mean, not until later. I mean, today I knew. I guess . . .
DR. HARTMAN: This isn’t her fault. This is my fault. I handled this badly.
CAMERON: Oh my God. You guys are sleeping together, aren’t you?
DR. HARTMAN: What?
NINA: No! No, we are not.
CAMERON: But you want to be. It’s so obvious now. You like him. And he likes you, and that’s why.
NINA: No, no, that is not why. Honestly, I-I have no interest in Jake for a million reasons. But not the least of which is what he’s done to you. I mean, look at you. You’re this beautiful, amazing woman with an actual career, and he’s reduced you to a sixteen-year-old. All of his emotional withholding, and his false intimacy.
DR. HARTMAN: Hey . . .
CAMERON: No, you know, you’re right. I can’t believe that I was gonna pick up my entire life and-and-and move here to this hole to be with you. You are such a selfish coward! (then, to Nina) And you. I hope you fall in love with another gay man.
[Cameron grabs her coat and takes off. Dr. Hartman and Nina just take in what happened. Dr. Hartman gets up.]
JAKE: I guess now we know the real reason you never went out with me.
NINA: Jake . . .
[Dr. Hartman leaves.]
[Cut to Brown House – Delia is laying in her bed, pouting. Dr. Brown walks up to the door and knocks.]
DR. BROWN: Can I get you anything?
DELIA: I’m fine.
DR. BROWN: Wow, first words I’ve heard in over two hours. Are we talking again?
[Delia doesn’t respond.]
DR. BROWN: (CONT'D) Listen, kiddo, I know it wasn’t the greatest day, but Monday you’ll be back on the ice and you can…
DELIA: No, I won’t. I’m quitting the team.
DR. BROWN: What are you talking about? You can’t give up now. You’re the best player they’ve got.
DELIA: Not any more. Now, they’re gonna make fun of me for being a girl.
DR. BROWN: I think it was always pretty obvious that you were a girl, sweetheart.
DELIA: Well, you made it super obvious.
[Dr. Brown sits on the bed.]
DR. BROWN: All right, you’re right, I mean, and I’m sorry about that. But I shouldn’t have left all the parenting to Judy Blume. Look, I know you’re feeling bad right now.
DELIA: I’m fine.
DR. BROWN: No, you’re not fine. Your body’s going through a lot of changes right now.
DELIA: I don’t want to talk about it.
DR. BROWN: Why? Can you at least tell me why?
DELIA: Because it’s weird and embarrassing. And you don’t know what it’s like.
DR. BROWN: Of course, I do, I’m a doctor. I know all about this stuff.
DELIA: It’s not the same. Please stop talking now, you’re making it all worse.
DR. BROWN: All right, fair enough. So who do you think we should call? How ‘bout Nina?
DELIA: I don’t want to talk to Nina.
DR. BROWN: No, she knows all about this stuff. You wanna talk to Edna? She’s a nurse and nothing embarrasses her.
DELIA: I just want to be alone.
DR. BROWN: Look, honey, I know you don’t want to talk to me about this stuff, but you have to talk to someone.
DELIA: I want Mom, okay? Mom would have never done what you did. She never would have told. I just…. I want to talk to Mom.
[Delia throws herself onto her pillow and cries.]
{END OF ACT THREE / COMMERCIAL BREAK}
{ACT FOUR}
[Fade in – Nina’s house – Nina is shoveling snow off the steps and sidewalk, when Dr. Hartman walks up.]
DR. HARTMAN: So what did we get – 3, 4 inches?
NINA: Yeah, sounds about right.
[Dr. Hartman takes the shovel away from Nina and starts to shovel the snow.]
NINA: (CONT'D) Jake, I’m sorry about what I said. I was just on a roll and it got out of hand. I-I don’t think that all about you.
DR. HARTMAN: Emotional withholding. False intimacy.
NINA: So you’ve memorized it. I just meant that you’re the kind of guy who can’t break up with somebody but that’s because you’re the kind of guy that doesn’t want to hurt anyone.
DR. HARTMAN: Yeah, well that has it’s downside too. Truth is right now, I figure I’m lucky you’re even still talking to me.
NINA: Why wouldn’t I?
DR. HARTMAN: Well, she told you about the chocolate fountain, I figured she kept going.
NINA: Well, she did mention something about your practice, but I didn’t ask.
DR. HARTMAN: You ever hear about a guy named Mack McKenna?
NINA: That producer guy. Keeps blowing up ChinaTown in all his movies.
DR. HARTMAN: Well, he was a patient of mine. Sorta. A friend of a friend introduced us and he invited me to this party he had at his house. And it-it was unreal. Everything you imagined Hollywood to be, but you don’t think actually exists, well, it was all there. Anyway, a couple of drinks later, Mack takes me aside. Tells me that he’s heading out of town for this film shoot in Madagascar, but he needs to refill a few prescriptions before he goes, he doesn’t have time to come in before his flight, could I fax in a couple of his meds for him. Nothing crazy. Propecia. Some anto-anxiety stuff.
[Dr. Hartman sits on Nina’s steps.]
NINA: I thought you were a plastic surgeon.
DR. HARTMAN: Well, a doctor’s a doctor. I can prescribe anything and he knows that and I’m standing in the guy’s living room and I don’t want him to think I’m a jerk. I fax it in.
[Nina sits beside Dr. Hartman on the steps.]
NINA: Umm, cause you’re a nice guy.
DR. HARTMAN: Right?
NINA: Ummhmm.
DR. HARTMAN: Well, there are a lot more parties after that. I actually met Cameron at one of ‘em. And I was bringing in more clients than any other senior partners were, so no one seemed to care much if I let a few of the bigger names skip a visit if they needed a script called in. Not as long as they kept dropping the practice’s name in the magazines. I got a call one night. Last June from an ER doc over at UCLA. This patient of mine – an actor – just a kid really. By the time he had called me, he had already ODed. The bottle of pills that he used had my name on it.
NINA: Oh my God.
DR. HARTMAN: No charges were pressed or anything, but I didn’t feel like I could just go back to work the next day or the day after that. And after two weeks, I knew I had to get out of there and so I did. And the thing is, I thought I was looking for a place to get away and it turns out I found the place where I could do better. I never really thought about life in the big sense of the destiny or anything like that, but I think that’s why I’m here. To try and be better.
NINA: I think you are better.
DR. HARTMAN: Maybe, but not because of anything I’ve done. That’s because of you.
NINA: Uh, Jake.
DR. HARTMAN: I mean it. I don’t know why, but ever since we met I’ve thought to myself, I wanna be the kind of guy that deserves her. And I don’t think that I am. I doubt I’ll ever be, but at least now I know what I’m aiming for.
NINA: You don’t have to aim. You’re a good man, Jake. You’re the kind of guy who leaves his big date in the middle to go stitch up a kid’s chin. A guy who takes a girl’s shovel without even asking when she needs help, you just – just does it.
DR. HARTMAN: Watch it, now. Keep going on like that and I might start to get the impression that, y’know…
[They lean in and kiss.]
NINA: Wow.
DR. HARTMAN: Yeah.
NINA: I mean damn you can kiss.
DR. HARTMAN: Thanks, I’m gonna do it again now.
[They kiss again.]
[Cut to Abbott House – Bright and Amy are watching “Street Smarts”. Amy grabs the remote to change the channel and Bright grabs it from her. Rose is folding clothes in the background.]
AMY: I was watching that.
BRIGHT: Yeah, well, you get home earlier than I do everyday so why don’t you watch what you want to watch then.
[The telephone is ringing in the background.]
AMY: Well, you have a job so why don’t you go get yourself an apartment and watch what you wanna watch there.
[Dr. Abbott comes into the den with the telephone.]
DR. ABBOTT: Amy? It’s for you.
[Everyone stops what they are doing and Amy takes the phone and gets up and walks toward the foyer for a little privacy.]
AMY: Hello. (listens) Ummhmm. (listens) Right. (listens) Okay. (listens) Thank you.
[Amy hangs up the phone and turns to look at her parents and Bright.]
AMY: (CONT'D) I didn’t get in. It’s fine though. Really, umm, I’m not surprised.
[Amy goes upstairs. Dr. Abbott and Rose look at each other. Bright looks at his parents.]
BRIGHT: You think I should go talk to her. I’m all about failure.
ROSE: Oh, just let her be for awhile.
[Cut to Hayes house – Dr. Brown and Amanda are kissing on the bed.]
AMANDA: Don’t take this the wrong way, but this feels like married people’s foreplay. Not feeling very soupy.
DR. BROWN: I know it’s my fault. I’m sorry.
AMANDA: Well, what’s going on?
DR. BROWN: Well, it’s long and involved and can’t be explained in under 55 minutes so….
AMANDA: So talk to me? What happened?
DR. BROWN: You sure?
AMANDA: Yeah.
DR. BROWN: Okay. Well, Delia’s Aunt Flow paid her first visit.
[Amanda laughs.]
DR. BROWN: (CONT'D) What’s so funny? This is not funny.
AMANDA: Please tell me you didn’t say Aunt Flow?
DR. BROWN: Well, I didn’t get the chance to, she didn’t want to talk to me about it.
AMANDA: Well, thank the Lord and pass the turkey. You got saved my friend.
DR. BROWN: What do you think it’s good that my daughter won’t talk to me about the most important thing that’s happening in her life?
AMANDA: Well, not good for you, maybe but… Sweetheart, it’s okay.
DR. BROWN: I don’t know.
[Dr. Brown leans against the headboard of the bed facing Amanda who is still laying at the foot of the bed.]
DR. BROWN: (CONT'D) I don’t know. I wanted so much to be there for her, y’know, I wanted to make up for the fact that she doesn’t have two parents, she’s only got me.
AMANDA: First time, Charlie asked me to buy a cup for him, I nearly passed out, and that was after I actually bought him a Dixie cup.
DR. BROWN: You did not.
AMANDA: I didn’t know what it was. Oh, God, and then try and figure out whether it goes on the inside or outside of the underwear was a nightmare.
DR. BROWN: Well, she really could have used Julia on this one.
AMANDA: Probably. But that’s not your fault. You can’t change that fact.
DR. BROWN: No, but she deserves someone to talk to about this stuff. I wish I could somehow find that person for her, but I can’t.
AMANDA: If you want, I can talk to her about it.
[Dr. Brown gives her a look.]
AMANDA: (CONT'D) I know too weird, huh?
DR. BROWN: Well, I appreciate the offer. Well, I squandered a lot of minutes, so you wanna?
AMANDA: Oh please, we have plenty of time. You’ll never guess what happened to me this morning.
DR. BROWN: Oh, no, does it involve Dixie cups?
AMANDA: I was confused.
DR. BROWN: Really?
AMANDA: Yeah.
DR. BROWN: Ummhmm. You were confused. You do know they go on the outside.
AMANDA: Yeah, I got that.
DR. BROWN: Really?
[Cut to Brown house – Amy and Ephram are watching TV.]
EPHRAM: My dad is not going to be home till late, which means take out. Always an extremely positive turn of events in the Brown household. What do you feel like Chinese or Thai?
AMY: How long until we talk about this?
EPHRAM: You don’t like Thai?
[Amy doesn’t answer.]
EPHRAM: (CONT'D) Okay, uh, you didn’t get into your class, you’re pissed, it sucks, if you want to talk about it, I’m more than here for you, but I’ll wait till you bring it up if you want to bring it up, that’s fine too.
AMY: Yeah, I don’t wanna bring it up yet.
EPHRAM: See cool. By the way, you see how I’m being right now. This is exactly how I want you to be when I don’t get into Juilliard so take notes now.
AMY: I’m not worried about you, Ephram.
EPHRAM: Yeah, but you can’t know that.
[They just look at each other.]
EPHRAM: (CONT'D) So Chinese or Thai?
AMY: Thai.
EPHRAM: All right.
[Ephram gets up to call in the food. Amy stays on the couch. Delia walks into the den in her robe.]
DELIA: Oh, it’s you.
AMY: It is.
[Delia sits down beside Amy.]
DELIA: My life is over.
AMY: Yeah. Mine too.
DELIA: It sucks being a girl. Especially when everyone knows it.
AMY: Tell me about it. You think I can control the size of my hips. I can’t. And you know what, I like my hips. I think they’re fine.
DELIA: I think they’re fine too. Boys have such an easy life. They don’t have to worry about anything.
AMY: It’s annoying isn’t it? Although, they do have their share of lame stuff to deal with.
DELIA: Like what?
AMY: Well, like when they’re around your age, their voices start to crack, which is hilarious. You’re not supposed to laugh when it happens, but you totally do, ‘cause it just sounds ridiculous.
DELIA: I can’t wait for Dougie Wilson’s voice to crack. I’m gonna laugh my butt off.
AMY: And then when they get to be around my age, they get all these awful pimples.
DELIA: Girls get pimples.
AMY: Yeah, but we get to hide them with makeup. And then the worst is when they get to be around our dads’ age that’s when it really starts to get horrifying. They start to lose their hair and it starts growing in all sorts of weird places like on their backs and in their ears.
DELIA: No.
AMY: Yep, it’s bad.
DELIA: At least they have control over their bodies. Stuff doesn’t just happen to them without them letting it happen.
AMY: Well, umm, let me put it this way. In a couple of years, when a boy gets called up to the chalkboard to do a math problem and he brings his textbook with him, you just remember this little conversation, okay?
DELIA: I guess giving up hockey isn’t the worst thing in the world?
AMY: You’re not gonna quit just because of what some dumb boy said are you.
DELIA: Not just about them, it’s just something about it, isn’t the same any more. I don’t know, I have to think about it.
AMY: Well, just make sure that if you do decide to leave it behind, it’s because you want to, otherwise you might end up regretting it and if you do decide to move on, that’s cool too, ‘cause sometimes in order to move onto the next great thing in your life, you have to leave the first great thing behind.
DELIA: Kinda like saving room for dessert.
AMY: Yeah, kinda like that.
DELIA: What do you know about gymnastics?
{END OF ACT FOUR}
