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INT. CAFETERIA. DAY.

Amy and Hannah are sitting together. Though they’ve already formed a friendship, we can tell that Hannah is still a little shocked/confused/terrified by the whole thing. Her shyness still palpable even as she scrapes the bottom of her Yoplait.

AMY: So let’s cut to the chase. What are we looking for?

HANNAH: I don’t. . . what do you mean?

AMY: I mean, look around – there are a sea of guys out here. All different colors, shapes, and sizes. Like giant toys designed for our amusement.

Hannah looks horrified. Amy smiles.

AMY: (CONT’D) I’m kidding. I’m just trying to find out what your type is.

HANNAH: Oh, I don’t have a - -

AMY: Everyone has a type. Just look around and pick someone who you think is even semi-cute. I can work from there.

Hannah scopes out the cafeteria, taking the assignment seriously. Finally:

HANNAH: That guy. Green baseball cap.

Amy follows Hannah’s gaze over to a hot, jock type.

AMY: Jimmy Prabu?

HANNAH: Why, you don’t think he’s cute?

AMY: No, he’s extremely cute. I just didn’t think - -

HANNAH: That I’d pick someone so totally out of my price range?

AMY: He’s not out of your price range. I just pegged you as more of a geek chic kinda girl.

HANNAH: Which is the nicer way of saying “he’s out of my price range.” (before Amy can object) It’s okay. He is. (then) I actually did like this boy at my old school. His name was Adam, and he was definitely a chic geek. He was obsessed with old movies, like form the seventies? And he wore this black leather jacket all the time, even when it was hot. Some of the other kids said it was ‘cause he had psoriasis and didn’t want anyone to see his bumps, but I think he thought it was cool. I definitely thought it was cool.

A moment as Hannah clearly travels back to this point in time, she sees Adam. Remembers the moment. Can smell the jacket.

HANNAH: (CONT’D) After Christmas break, I decided that I had to talk to him. Our cafeteria was a lot smaller than this one, so it was a big decision for me. Because, like, getting up? Everyone would see me. But I did it anyway. I walked all the way across to where he was sitting which felt like miles. But before I even said hi, he pointed at this pimple on my face. I knew I had it, but I thought I’d done a good job covering it up with my makeup stick. I guess it wasn’t good enough because He noticed it right away, and made this really mean comment. I don’t even remember what it was exactly, it was just. . . really mean. I wasn’t expecting that.

Hannah falls into the silent nodding that comes with remembering a horrible moment from your past. Amy feels terribly.

AMY: He sounds like a jerk.

HANNAH: Yeah. But I guess it was kinda my fault.

AMY: What? How was that your fault?

HANNAH: Because I was stupid. I just assumed he’d be nicer than the popular guys because . . . well . . . he wasn’t popular. He was Psoriasis Boy. I thought he’d appreciate the fact that at least someone had a crush on him. Even if it was just me. But he didn’t. The fact is, he was just as mean to me as all the really cute guys were. That’s when I decided I might as well get crushes on the good looking ones. ‘Cause if the ugly ones are mean too, then what’s the point?

A moment as Amy processes this, and then. . . she bursts out laughing. Hannah has no idea why this is funny, or how, but she laughs right along with her.

AMY: I like you, Hannah.

HANNAH: (sincerely relieved) Really? I’m so glad.

Off this newly made friendship. . .
 
EXT. NINA’S HOUSE – PORCH – DAY

HANNAH, a petite wallflower of a girl, is sitting on the bench, knitting something when Ephram walks up towards his house. He nods at her, ready to go inside, then notices something:

EPHRAM: Did you cut off all your hair?

Embarrassed, she quickly drops her knitting and feels her new hairdo. Talking is not her strong suit. Blushing is.

HANNAH: Oh, no. It’s just . . . Amy did all this stuff with butterfly clips. . .

She turns her head to show Ephram the intricate work.

HANNAH: (CONT’D) It’s like an updo? I think she called it that. I think. I don’t fully remember.

EPHRAM: Well, it looks nice.

HANNAH blushes automatically. Compliments are clearly not something she receives often. Ephram smiles and starts to go in when Hannah blurts out:

HANNAH: You’re really lucky.

EPHRAM: (turns back) What?

HANNAH: She’s pretty much the most amazing person I’ve ever met. Amy, I mean.

EPHRAM: Oh. Yeah. She’s pretty cool.

HANNAH: But she’s more than cool, right? I mean, she’s real. She’s nice. Cool people aren’t usually nice. At least, they weren’t at my old school.

EPHRAM: Well, she’s had somewhat of a metamorphoses lately. Maybe that’s why she put all those butterflies in your hair. Symbolic.

Hannah stares at Ephram, slightly vacant, as if she has no clue what he just said.

EPHRAM: (CONT’D) She used to be different, that’s all.

HANNAH: When you met her?

EPHRAM: Yeah. Definitely different when I met her. More “popular” or whatever.

HANNAH: But that’s when you fell in love with her, right?

EPHRAM: Um….Well, I liked her then, but I didn’t really know her - -

HANNAH: So you liked her better when she wasn’t nice? Before the butterfly change and all that?

Ephram looks closely at Hannah now. Maybe she’s not just some dumb groupie after all. . . The inspection makes Hannah nervous again. She picks up her knitting.

HANNAH: (CONT’D) Sorry. I just. . . She’s kind of my first best friend. Not like I’m hers or anything, but she’s definitely mine. (then, despite herself) It’s funny ‘cause I never believed in ”best friends”, like, as a concept. It always seemed kind of false to me. Just an excuse to wear the same t-shirts to school, or buy those stupid heart necklaces or make other people, who don’t have best friends, feel bad. But now. . . I get it now. It’s just knowing that when the fourth period bell rings, you’re meeting someone in the cafeteria, and not looking for a table all by yourself. I kinda think it’s why people get married. Just knowing that there’ll be someone to have lunch with for the rest of your life? That’s huge. Even though I still don’t believe in marriage, like, as a concept.

Ephram smiles – this chick is much weirder than he thought. Hannah suddenly realizes she’s been talking for way too long, and blushes. She immediately resumes knitting.

EPHRAM: Well maybe your thoughts on marriage will change, too. There’s still time.

HANNAH: Maybe. (I don't know)

EPHRAM: But you don’t think so.

HANNAH: I don’t think two people should be bound by some contract just because they were in love with each other once. You shouldn’t have to feel bad just because the love didn’t last forever.

EPHRAM: So . . . What is that? You don’t think love can last forever?

HANNAH: (suddenly shy again) I don’t know.

EPHRAM: But you obviously have an opinion. Or at the very least, a concept.

Hannah can’t help but smile a little.

HANNAH: I’m not sure. I’ve never been in love. (then, earnest) But if you and Amy get married, I definitely want to come to the wedding.

Ephram opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Trumped, he heads inside. Off Hannah, smiling a little. . .
 
INT. DOCTOR BROWN’S OFFICE – DAY

ANDY is doing some paperwork in his office, when a woman pokes her head in – meet AMANDA. Late thirties, beautiful with a sad smile permanently etched into her eyes. She’s a quiet force, full of kindness and lost hope. We like her immediately.

AMANDA: Look at you in this white coat. It’s so official . . .

DOCTOR BROWN: Call me old fashioned, but I just don’t think you should give people tetanus shots in plaid. There’s something undignified about it.

AMANDA: Some might argue that you shouldn’t do anything in plaid, but that’s a whole other can ‘o worms.

She produces a pen from her purse and gives it to him.

AMANDA: (CONT’D) You left this at the house the other day. It looked fancier than a Bic, so I thought I should get it back to you . . .

DOCTOR BROWN: You didn’t have to come all the way here, Amanda. I would’ve picked it up on my next visit.

AMANDA: Oh, it’s nice to get out. Trust me, I don’t mind. (suddenly feeling guilty) Although I probably should - -

DOCTOR BROWN: Why don’t you take a coffee break with me? I could use the caffeine - - -

AMANDA: Thanks, but Jake will be waiting. I promised him I’d be right back . . .

Andy says nothing, giving Amanda the opportunity to make her decision. She smiles, a little embarrassed, and sits down.

AMANDA: (CONT’D) Just two minutes.

DOCTOR BROWN: You must be pretty tired.

AMANDA: (immediately defensive) Oh, it’s not like that. It really isn’t. I know what you must be thinking, but I don’t consider Jake a burden - -

DOCTOR BROWN: I know you don’t.

AMANDA: I love him.

DOCTOR BROWN: I know that too.

Another moment for Amanda to consider how honest she can be. And then all at once, the words start to tumble out of her mouth, almost without her realizing it.

AMANDA: It’s funny, but sometimes I go days without leaving his side. I don’t even notice the time. Three days will go by and it’ll feel like a minute. Then out of nowhere, I’ll be making his food or combing his hair, and I’ll just snap. Suddenly, it’s been an eternity and I’ve lost half my life in that house. I’ve gone gray up here and soft in the middle, and I don’t even remember how it happened. I’ll look at Jake and wish he would disappear. That this would all be over so I could just go to a movie. Take a cruise someplace where there’s sand. I love the beach. I love having a tan. I can’t remember the last time I had one. (she smiles, then) And then I’ll realize what I was thinking and I’ll start to cry. Not because of all those things that I’m missing, but because I’m wishing them. I’m wishing he would die so I could get a tan. I mean, honest to God. What kind of person thinks those things?

DOCTOR BROWN: Lots of people. Almost anyone in your situation - -

AMANDA: No, they don’t. And if they do, then shame on them. Shame on me for every second I’m dreaming about another life that doesn’t include my husband.

She suddenly realizes her intensity, and is once again shy. She stands up, apologetic.

AMANDA: (CONT’D) I’m sorry, Doctor Brown . . .

DOCTOR BROWN: You don’t have to be.

AMANDA: Please don’t tell Jake - -

DOCTOR BROWN: It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Amanda. They’re just feelings. They’re not truths.

But Amanda clearly disagrees. She starts to go:

AMANDA: We’ll see you tomorrow. Jake looks forwards to Tuesdays now. Don’t ask me how, but I can tell.

She smiles again, then walks out leaving Andy alone.

Sides for Everwood 3x02, “……There is a Reaction” – 8/4/04 – Full Blue


Scene 9 Continued

Pages 14 – 16

EPHRAM: I have to let her know that she’s my number one priority. And if dropping ceramics is the only way I can do that, then I’ll just have to survive without the clay turtles. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go conquer Chopin so I can be ready for tonight.

NINA: What’s tonight?

He smiles that mystery man smile.

EPHRAM: It’s a surprise.

Nina smiles at his conspiratorial grin. He starts for the door, and Nina figures now’s as good a time as any.

NINA: Real quick, can I ask a favor? I have this friend, I’ve known her forever and a day. She and her husband are moving to Hong Kong on business, I’m not sure how long, but their daughter is coming to stay with me while they’re gone, and I was wondering if maybe you could - -

EPHRAM: Nina, you had me at favor. Whatever it is, done.

He blazes out the back door. Off Nina, that was easy……

INT. BROWN & ABBOTT MEDICAL OFFICE. DAY.

Andy sits opposite DEAN KELLY, 30’s. Dean is can’t-help-himself handsome, roguish, a born salesman. Sports a blazer and a Blackberry. At the moment, a smidge anxious.

DOCTOR BROWN: So we got your reports back from the lab, and, unfortunately, you tested positive for Chlamydia, which explains the swelling.

DEAN: (fear confirmed) Oh, man. . .

DOCTOR BROWN: The good news is, it’s very treatable. I’m going to start you on doxycycline, twice a day, and it should clear up in a week or so.

DEAN: Is this one of those things you can get from a toilet seat? Or shaking hands?

DOCTOR BROWN: No. The only way to get it is through unprotected sex.

Dean’s brief glimmer of hope fades. Since he doesn’t volunteer anything further, Andy takes the lead.

DOCTOR BROWN: (CONT’D) (off Dean’s chart) So you’re married?

DEAN: Seven years next week.

DOCTOR BROWN: (delicately) Do you think you might have gotten it from your wife?

DEAN: Man, I wish. That’d be way better.

And it’s just as Andy thought: Dean’s had a little trouble keeping it in his pants. There’s an awkward beat.

DEAN: (CONT’D) I was in Vegas last month, okay? I have these clients, big hitters from Dallas. I flew up there to meet them, and these guys, every one of them was rated. They comped us a suite at the Bellagio, all the free booze, the food. . . the women. I was just trying to be a player, you know? Be one of the guys.

Hello, sticky wicket. Andy tries to stay in doctor mode.

DOCTOR BROWN: Are you currently engaging in sexual intercourse with your wife as well?

DEAN: Of course I am. I keep the party at home most of the time. This was just a one-shot deal.

DOCTOR BROWN: I understand. And I’m not making any judgements, Dean. What I’m trying to tell you is that this disease is highly contagious, and if you have been sleeping with your wife, there’s a very good chance that she is infected. You’ll need to tell her what’s going on, so she can come in and get tested.

Dean laughs. Then realizes:

DEAN: Oh, sorry. You weren’t kidding?

DOCTOR BROWN: Afraid not.

DEAN: Look, Doc, there’s no way I can tell my wife about. . . you know. She finds out I cheated, it’s game over. Can’t you just give me some extra medicine? I’ll make sure she takes it.

DOCTOR BROWN: It’s a little more complicated than that. Chlamydia can be very serious for women. (crossed out: ) She could have a pelvic infection, there could be damage to the reproductive organs. (End cross out) This isn’t something you mess around with.

This lands. Hard. Dean’s boxed in, and he knows it.

DEAN: I should have gone to Celine Dion.

Andy gives him a sympathetic smile. Dean gets up to go.

DOCTOR BROWN: Talk to my nurse on the way out. She’ll set up the appointment.

Dean nods, and we’re off Andy, feeling sorry for the guy.

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Pages 20 – 23

INT. BROWN & ABBOTT MEDICAL OFFICE. ANDY’S OFFICE. DAY.

Andy Brown’s on the phone with Juilliard. In fix-it mode.

DOCTOR BROWN: I appreciate your time, Mr. Yamoto. . . Sorry, Doctor Yamoto . . Yes, Ephram Brown. . . Well, I suppose the problem is that he received an unsatisfactory evaluation, and I was hoping you could tell me why . . I understand that, sir. I’d just like to pinpoint the area in question, so I can find the proper tutor . . .

Whatever is being said on the other line is starting to piss Andy off. His tone begins to harden.

DOCTOR BROWN: (CONT’D) That’s a little presumptuous, don’t you think? And just a touch rude . . .

EDNA appears in the doorway, chart in hand, eyebrow raised. Andy turns his chair around so he doesn’t have to see her.

DOCTOR BROWN (CONT’D) No, I am listening to you. It sounds like you’re not listening to me . . .

No, no, no. Edna tries to get his attention, hoping to stop the launch sequence, but there’s no way. We have liftoff.

DOCTOR BROWN: (CONT’D) I didn’t send my son up there for eight weeks so you could jerk him off and then tell him he’s got no future! . . . Oh, is that right? Well, why don’t you take your careful evaluation, and your panel of experts, and shove them up your conservatory asses!!!!!

He slams down the phone. Well. That was. . . hostile. He collapses into his chair realizing his temper just got the best of him. Again.

EDNA: So. How’d it go?

DOCTOR BROWN: Get him back on the line.

EDNA: You wanna insult his mother next time? I don’t think so, champ. Ephram would kill you if he knew what you were doing. . .

DOCTOR BROWN: He’ll never find out. He doesn’t even know I know about any of this.

EDNA: You’re getting pretty good at that, aren’t you? Keeping things from your son?

Andy knows it’s a hit, but before he can reply:

DEAN: Doctor Brown? Sorry to interrupt.

He’s slipped in behind Edna. Edgy, and a little excited.

DOCTOR BROWN: (confused) Dean? What are you doing here? I thought I was seeing your wife today.

DEAN: Yeah. About that. . . (then) Is this a bad time?

Edna clucks off, closing the door behind her. Dean paces, as Andy tries to focus on his patient and forget about Juilliard.

DOCTOR BROWN: What is it, Dean?

DEAN: I was up all night thinking about it, the situation and all, and it’s like we say at the closing table: every problem’s just a solution in disguise, right? And that’s when it hit me: why don’t we just make something up?

DOCTOR BROWN: Beg your pardon?

DEAN: I’ll tell my wife I have mono, and she needs to get checked, which gets her into your office. Then you give her the antibiotics or whatever, and she gets better, and everything’s copacetic. No harm, no foul.

DOCTOR BROWN: Is this a joke? (off his look) Okay. First of all, if you had mono, you’d be sick in bed with a fever.

DEAN: So it’s not mono. You’re the doctor, pick something else. How about yeast?

DOCTOR BROWN: I am not going to pick something else. I’m sorry, but there is no way I’m going to lie to your wife.

DEAN: I’d be the one doing the real lying. You’d just have to go with it. You know, like the British.

DOCTOR BROWN: Maybe I didn’t make myself clear the other day. Your wife could develop a serious illness. Do you understand that?

DEAN: I do. Which is why I know you’d go along with a little white lie so we could stop it.

DOCTOR BROWN: No. I won’t.

Poor Dean. His plan is falling apart, and so is he.

DEAN: You don’t understand. We’ve been together since high school. Went to our Junior and Senior Prom together. Her dad died when she was real young. I was the one who helped her through that, and I’ve taken care of her ever since. I’m her rock, man. I know it sounds old-fashioned, but Mary relies on me. If I tell her I cheated, it would devastate her. I can’t do it.

It’s a vulnerable moment for Dean, and Andy can’t help but feel a little badly for him. He softens.

DOCTOR BROWN: I wish I could help you, but I can’t. I’m sorry.

Dean sighs, shakes his head. At a loss. Poor, dumb Dean. . .

DEAN: I guess we’re screwed, then. I’ll just have to take my chances on this one.

DOCTOR BROWN: Dean - - -

DEAN: Sorry, Doc. If you want to help her, you’ve got to help me. It’s your call.

And with that, he’s up and gone. Andy is dumbfounded. He knows the guy is just desperate enough to be serious . . .

EXT. PEAK COUNTY HIGH. OUTDOOR LUNCH TABLES. DAY.

Amy walks with her tray, Ephram a pensive step behind. They find an open table, and plop down with their trays.

EPHRAM: So, did you have fun last night?

Cuts right to the chase, don’t he? Amy seems flustered.

AMY: Um, it was okay . . Why, did you call? Because no one told me - -

EPRHAM: I heard there was a thing. You were there, right?

AMY: Yeah, but it was no big deal. Couple of us from yearbook committee went to Sal’s. I would’ve called you, but I didn’t think you’d want to go . . .

EPRHAM: It’s cool. Don’t worry about it. (then) So you’re on yearbook committee now?
Everwood 3x03, “Staking Claim” – 8/11/04 – Full White

Scene 3 continued:

Pages 6 – 8

DOCTOR ABBOTT: (CONT’D) Mother? You’re going to miss my tutorial on monthly expense graphing, and then who’s going to be sorry?

INT. BROWN & ABBOTT MEDICAL. ANDY’S EXAM ROOM. CONTINUOUS.

Edna pushes in with a full head of steam.

EDNA: Did you see what the village idiot did this time - -

Edna stops when she sees Andy examining a recalcitrant patient, DAVID BECK (13). Andy checks David’s bruised shoulder as his mom, SARA BECK, looks on.

EDNA: (CONT’D) sorry, Doc. Me and my big mouth, we go everywhere together.

DOCTOR BROWN: Edna, this is David Beck. Seattle refugee and lousy mountain biker.

David winces and yanks his arm away from Andy.

DOCTOR BROWN: (CONT’D) I’m guessing that hurt.

DAVID: Not really.

DOCTOR BROWN: Sorry, David. I just need to examine - -

DAVID: I’m fine. It’s not even that bad. . .

SARA: David, let the man do his job so I can get back to my job, please. They don’t let you take two-hour lunches when you’ve only been there a week.

David rolls his eyes, then relents. Andy tests his arm, rotating it.

DOCTOR BROWN: Were you up on Gleason’s Ridge? It gets icy up there pretty early.

DAVID: No. Just some trail behind my house - -

David winces - - ouch.

DOCTOR BROWN: We’re done. The good news is, you don’t have a broken arm. But the muscle is definitely torn. Edna, could you help David into a sling?

Andy steps away with Sara as she does. Sara just seems exhausted by it all.

DOCTOR BROWN: (CONT’D) Was he this much fun with his old doctors or should I be jealous?

SARA: I’m sorry, this isn’t our best day. I swear I’m going to take that bike and run over it with my car. I should’ve never bought it for him . . .

ANDY: When my son was six, he tried to ride a Tiffany tea tray down the stairs of our apartment building. Twenty stitches, and the whole time my wife was convinced it was her fault.

SARA: This was my fault. I should never have left him alone, but I didn’t have much choice. He’s thirteen, what do you do? He won’t stay with a sitter - - not that I can afford one. I said he could watch TV, play computer games, eat anything he wanted - - just no mountain bike.

DAVID: I know how to ride it.

SARA: Clearly. (beat; hoping) He’s really okay, though? It’s just a bruised shoulder?

DOCTOR BROWN: Id’ like to take an X-ray to make sure, but he should be fine in a few weeks.

EDNA: One patched wing, ready to fly.

SARA: (trying; off the sling) Hey that’s pretty cool.

Another eye roll from David says he doesn’t think so.

DAVID: Can we just go now?

DOCTOR BROWN: Wait till he turns sixteen. It gets better.

SARA: Awesome. (then, grabbing her bag) Thanks for the help, Doctor Brown.

DOCTOR BROWN: Anytime.

Edna leads them to the door. Off Andy, feeling for her - - -

EXT. PEAK COUNTY HIGH. MORNING.

The morning rush as STUDENTS head inside. Ephram and Hannah walk. Ephram is utterly out of conversation filler, but god bless him, he tries:

EPHRAM: So. . . how are your classes going so far?

HANNAH: They’re okay.

A beat. Dead air.

EPHRAM: Any teachers you like? . . . Or don’t like?

HANNAH: Um. . . yeah. I like some of them. But some of them I don’t like. Too.

Ephram nods. This conversation actually hurts.

EPHRAM: Well, my locker’s just over there, so - - -

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Scene 9 Continued:

Pages 19 – 22

AMY: A proper crush. It’s the best way to get psyched on a new school. You find someone who you’re excited to see every day, gives you a reason to dress nice . . .

HANNAH: You’re talking about the beret. It’s bad, isn’t it? Ephram tried to tell me - -

AMY: Forget Ephram. The boy doesn’t know style. The beret is fabulous. We’re gonna find you a guy who totally gets you and your beret.

HANNAH: Um . . . I don’t really do boyfriends. Or, I mean, have them.

AMY: We’re not talking about a boyfriend. We’re talking about a crush. A date.

HANNAH: I’ve never been on a date.

AMY: You’re kidding? Oh my god, this is even more perfect than I thought. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll find the guy. I’ll plan the date. All you have to do is bring your favorite lipstick. (off Hannah’s look) I’ll lend you one.

Amy links arms with Hannah, who doesn’t know why this is happening but she’ll take it. Off Amy, feeling better already . . .

INT. BECK HOUSE. LIVING ROOM. DAY.

Sara opens the door to find Andy there, wearing his best country doctor smile.

DOCTOR BROWN: I come bearing painkillers, kid-sized. In case David was still having trouble sleeping.

SARA: Wow. You have any adult-sized ones? (then) I’m kidding. C’mon in . . .

Andy follows Sara inside, takes a look around, not even sure what he’s looking for. It’s a nice enough home, if unsettled. Littered with halfway unpacked boxes everywhere.

SARA: (CONT’D) Sorry about the mess. Somehow, whatever you don’t unpack in the first week of moving just stays in the boxes. You really didn’t have to come all the way out here . . .

DOCTOR BROWN: I was nearby, thought I’d help out. You seemed kind of - -

SARA: Stressed out? Side effect of two jobs and a sitter who’s always late. It’s chronic.

DOCTOR BROWN: How’s David doing?

SARA: It’s hard to tell with him. He doesn’t like to complain. There wasn’t anything wrong in his X-rays, was there? Please don’t tell me there’s a break . . .

DOCTOR BROWN: No, his shoulder’s fine. But there were some . . . old injuries that showed up.

SARA: I know. My mistake for ever getting him that skateboard. He’s like a kamikaze.

DOCTOR BROWN: So, he’s fallen a lot?

SARA: I don’t know. What’s a lot?

DOCTOR BROWN: Enough to break a few bones.

Sara stops, suddenly realizing what’s going on here.

SARA: Are you trying to ask me something, Doctor?

DOCTOR BROWN: No, I just wanted - -

SARA: Because if you think I hit my kid, just say so.

A beat. This could get sticky . . .

DOCTOR BROWN: I only wanted to speak with you - - see if there was cause for concern.

SARA: So you made up an excuse to check up on me. I get it. (then, defensive) Well, go on then. Have a look around. All you’ll find is a messy house I’m too busy to clean. Food on the table, and whatever clothes and toys David asks for in his closet. I love my boys, Doctor. Enough that I work my ass off at two jobs to support them - - with no help from my ex-husband - - who may have cared more about himself than his family, but he never laid a hand on David either. In case you wanted to ask that, too.

DOCTOR BROWN: Look, Sara - -

SARA: You’re a parent. You know things happen you can’t control, and it kills you every time it does. Doesn’t it?

DOCTOR BROWN: I didn’t mean to offend you.

SARA: I know you didn’t. And if I wasn’t so tired I might even thank you for caring enough to ask, but - -

Suddenly, a loud CRASH sound from the other room interrupts. Sara hurries towards it, Andy following close behind . . .

INT. BECK HOUSE. KITCHEN. CONTINUOUS.

. . . where a younger boy, JONAH BECK (10), tussles roughly with David. Jonah is autistic.

SARA: Jonah, no, stop . . .

Sara is quick and firm. She pulls Jonah away from David. Jonah keeps struggling, his eyes down. David sees Andy. His eyes go a little cold. Like a defensive adult.

DAVID: He heard Doctor Brown in the other room and dropped his glass. He just got scared . . .

Sara puts her hand in front of Jonah’s face and hugs him tightly from behind, but he still fights. Then, to Andy:

SARA: You need to say hello. Just say, “Hello Jonah, my name is Doctor Brown, and I’m new.” Just like that.

DOCTOR BROWN: Hello, Jonah. My name is Doctor Brown and I’m new.

The words are like magic. Jonah slowly calms down.

SARA: He’s not good with strangers. And the new house, and all the workmen. He’s getting better though . . .

Sara pets his hair, soothing him. David looks at Andy, locking eyes on him. Off Andy, understanding now . . .

INT. BROWN & ABBOTT MEDICAL. RECEPTION. DAY.

Boxes crowd the floor as Edna refills her shelves with paper files. Abbott enters, head in a medical journal as he asks:

DOCTOR ABBOTT: Louise! Can you print out my chart notes on Mrs. Yeager . . . her PICC line is infected again and I have to admit her.

EDNA: Louise is out driving all over Colorado looking for printer cartridges - - looks like your technological advances are saving oodles of time.

It’s then that Abbott notices all the returned boxes.

DOCTOR ABBOTT: What is all this?

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Pages 34 – 38, 48

AMY: He couldn’t make it.

EPHRAM: And there was no one else, in the whole school? State?

AMY: Everyone is dating someone right now. It’ll be fine. And maybe there will be sparks. You never know.

Major HONKING from outside, indicating Bright needs company.

EPHRAM: You’re right. There could be sparks. If Bright tries to burn the movie theater down as a form of escape. . .

Off Amy, dragging Ephram out the door. . .

INT. BROWN & ABBOTT MEDICAL. ANDY’S OFFICE. DAY.

Andy is back with David and Sara Beck. He gingerly takes the sling off David, which hurts him some. . .

DOCTOR BROWN: Look at that bruise, you must’ve really hit the dirt hard.

DAVID: I pounded my whole side.

DOCTOR BROWN: You know you can usually tell the angle of the injury from the shape of the bruise, I’m actually surprised by the pattern of yours, are you sure you fell sideways? (testing his shoulder) It’d make sense if you hit a tree and rolled - - is that how you crashed?

A beat.

DAVID: Yeah . . . that’s what I meant.

DOCTOR BROWN: Are you sure?

Sara thinks she knows what he’s driving at and has had plenty.

SARA: that’s enough. David, let’s go - -

DOCTOR BROWN: (continuing, eyes on David) Because I don’t think you were on a bike at all. I think Jonah did this to you.

David blanches. This is the first Sara’s ever heard of this.

SARA: What? How dare you?

DOCTOR BROWN: David.

DAVID: That’s not true.

DOCTOR BROWN: (presses on) It’s okay, David, I’m sure he didn’t mean it.

DAVID: You don’t know anything. You don’t even know Jonah.

DOCTOR BROWN: Then tell me what happened - -

DAVID: I told you, I fell.

DOCTOR BROWN: Like when you broke your arm last time?

A beat. David gets nervous. Finally:

DAVID: It was MY fault. I gave him the wrong toy and he got upset. I did it.

Andy can see Sara’s shock, and David’s guilt.

SARA: Honey . . . he hit you?

DAVID: We were just playing - - he didn’t know he was hitting too hard.

SARA: But you said you were biking. On the trail . . .

DAVID: What difference does it make? I’m fine. Let’s just go.

DOCTOR BROWN: David, would you mind letting your mother and I talk for a minute? You can wait outside with Louise.

David leaves. Andy lets Sara absorb the truth. The woman is completely shellshocked, too numb to speak.

DOCTOR BROWN: (CONT’D) Sara?

SARA: I can’t believe - - Jonah did this?

DOCTOR BROWN: I think this has been happening for some time.

SARA: All those bruises . . . (it dawns) God, how’d I not know?

DOCTOR BROWN: David didn’t want you to know. He was protecting Jonah, that’s what good brothers do.

SARA: I should have seen it. The time he broke his rib . . . he said he fell out of a tree. I remember thinking it didn’t make sense. But I just didn’t want to think it could be anything else.

DOCTOR BROWN: You did your best in an impossible situation. You’re raising an autistic boy on your own, with no help.

SARA: I try so hard with him, to keep him happy and in a good routine.

DOCTOR BROWN: I know you do. . . But it’s getting worse.

It is. As Sara starts to break down, Andy moves closer to her. Two single parents now. Not doctor and patient.

DOCTOR BROWN: (CONT’D) What’s important is what you do about this now.

SARA: I’ll watch him more carefully . . . I won’t leave them alone together.

DOCTOR BROWN: I’m afraid that might not be enough. I spoke with Jonah’s previous physicians. I know that his particular condition makes him aggressive, sometimes violent. There’s no indication that will change. And now he’s growing up, he’s getting stronger. . . (then) Jonah needs full-time supervision.

SARA: What do you want me to do, I can’t stop working.

DOCTOR BROWN: (beat) I’d like to recommend you to a facility called Hollywell. It’s a residential school with excellent programs and a great staff. I could make a call, explain Jonah’s condition and your financial constraints. They may be willing to take him.

SARA: Wait. You want me to send Jonah away?

DOCTOR BROWN: He’d be twenty miles from here, in a place that’s designed for kids like him. A place where he can learn and grow and still be a daily part of your life.

SARA: I’m sorry. There’s no way I can do that - -

DOCTOR BROWN: You have two children, Sara. One of them isn’t safe. You have to do something.

SARA: You don’t understand, Jonah has his bad days, but he can be so gentle, too . . . Sometimes, when David’s at school, we just lie on the couch for hours. I hold him in my arms and he plays with my hair and he’s so completely content. . . (then) I can’t live away from Jonah. And David loves him to death. I can’t separate my boys.

DOCTOR BROWN: If you don’t, someone else will. And when that happens, you won’t have the option to choose where Jonah will go. Just think about it.

Off a mother’s worst night mare . . .

INT. DINER. NIGHT.

Four-top. Amy and Hannah on one side. Bright and Ephram on the other. Amy is working her ass off to make this fun.

AMY: . . . And Bright also had Ms. Chapman for biology when he was a sophomore. Didn’t you, Bright?

BRIGHT: I did.

HANNAH: That’s so funny. I mean, like how coincidences are funny. (off the confused silence) I gotta go to the bathroom. Excuse me.

Hannah gets up from the table, allowing our threesome to decompress. Bright looks shellshocked.

BRIGHT: Oh. My. God. I never knew boredom could cause actual, physical pain.

AMY: Let it go, Bright. . .

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INT. BECK HOUSE. LIVING ROOM. DAY

Knock. Answer. It’s Andy. This time Sara’s not surprised.

SARA: You sure do make a lot of house calls, Doctor Brown.

DOCTOR BROWN: A school called. They said they needed David’s medical records for enrollment. David’s records, not Jonah’s.

Sarah moves away from the door. She’s past this already.

SARA: It’s a really good school. I saw pictures, It’s beautiful. My sister-in-law was able to pull a few strings . . .

DOCTOR BROWN: But why David? I don’t - -

SARA: Jonah would never survive at one of those places. David’s stronger. He’ll be okay. He’ll probably be better even.

DOCTOR BROWN: What about you?

SARA: What about me? There was no easy choice here, they’re both my children, they’re both part of me. No matter what I did . . . But Jonah needs me. I don’t expect you can understand that.

A beat.

DOCTOR BROWN: You’re right. I don’t. . . But I am sorry.

Sara considers her reality.

SARA: Me too.

Off Andy,
 
Everwood – “The Birds & The Batteries – No episode number – released 8/23/04
Full White

Pages 13 – 15

Scene 6 continued:

DOCTOR ABBOTT: (CONT’D) There is an entire spectrum of choices out there, and unlike you, I refuse to rationalize away the troubling nature of Bright’s rather feeble aspirations.

ROSE: For heaven’s sake, it’s just a first step. Working at a restaurant isn’t going to be Bright’s career. But he’s happy right now - -

DOCTOR ABBOTT: Too happy. That’s the problem. If this job is enough for him, if that plaque is all the validation he needs, what makes you so certain he’ll ever want to pursue something more?

Rose takes that in. He has a point, and even her rosy outlook is starting to wilt a bit.

INT. BROWN & ABBOTT MEDICAL. ANDY’S OFFICE. DAY.

BILL AND LAURA KEATON (50’S) sit across from Andy, holding hands. She’s frail, a bit jaundiced. Mid – consult:

(crossed out: ) DOCTOR BROWN: . . . So I want you to stay on the Fentanyl. I’m also going to give you a prescription for Elavil, which will help with the pain. Try to avoid any undue exertion.

LAURA: Tough to exert much of anything anymore. (smiles, a trooper.) I guess I’ve bucked the odds already, huh? I don’t think even you thought I’d still be here when I was first diagnosed.

(End cross out: ) DOCTOR BROWN: Pancreatic cancer can be very aggressive . . . (then, gently) You’ve had an amazing run, Mrs. Keaton.

BILL: That’s because she is amazing.

A comforting smile from Bill as he squeezes her hand.

LAURA: Yeah, well, it’s all part of my master plan – I skipped over the denial stage and went straight to anger. I think my rage scared away reaper for a little longer than most. It’s that pesky acceptance stage I’m not so sure about.

Andy smiles weakly, amazed by her good nature through this. Then Bill and Laura share a look, smiles fade. Andy notices:

DOCTOR BROWN: Is there something else you want to ask?

BILL: Our daughter moved her wedding date up. It’s in two weeks. We knew it wasn’t a guarantee, but we just thought…

LAURA: Whaddya say, Doc? Will I get to see my baby girl in her wedding gown? It’s a Vera Wang. It cost more than my chemo.

DOCTOR BROWN: (smiles then) Just take it easy until then, okay? But I have a good feeling about it.

Laura smiles at Bill, her eyes welling up with joy at the news. Illness momentarily forgotten. They rise, Andy walking them to the door.

LAURA: Thank you, Doctor Brown. For everything.

And she exits. Bill hangs back:

BILL: I’ll be right there, honey.

Bill closes the door, speaks to Andy in a quieter tone.

BILL: (CONT’D) Do you really think she’ll make it for the wedding?

DOCTOR BROWN: I don’t believe in guarantees, Bill, but yes, I do. She’s incredibly strong, (words crossed out, unreadable) I think two weeks is a safe prognosis.

BILL: Is there anything more I can do?

DOCTOR BROWN: Just keep being there for her, make her as comfortable as possible. I’m afraid that’s all anybody can do now.

That hangs in the air, with the sadness.

BILL: How long does she have? All of it.

DOCTOR BROWN: It’s always tough to say . . .

BILL: Give me your best guess.

Andy meets his gaze. Then, so good at this hard stuff:

DOCTOR BROWN: I don’t know. Maybe six weeks. (then) I’m sorry.

As Bill makes an anguished mental note of that hard truth . . .

INT. EPHRAM’S GARAGE. DAY.

Ephram is on the couch, doing some homework, as AMY paces in front of him. It’d be endearing if she wasn’t so upset.

AMY: Do you think I should call her? She might be really upset . . .

EPHRAM: I saw her before. She seemed fine. (then) Did I mention how great you look today?

AMY: There’s no way she’s “fine.” You obviously weren’t listening to the story.

EPHRAM: I was listening. I just don’t think that Hannah not making the dance team is such a big deal.

AMY: She didn’t just not make the team. She FELL. Bit it. She was supposed to do this sidestep in line with everybody else?

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Scene 18:

INT. BROWN & ABBOTT MEDICAL. ANDY’S OFFICE. DAY.

Bill sits across from Andy, who has his file open.

DOCTOR BROWN: I still don’t understand why you didn’t come to me with this. Why would you see Doctor Hartman when I’m already - - ?

BILL: I didn’t want you wasting your energy on me. I want you to give everything you have to Laura.

DOCTOR BROWN: You know that Laura isn’t my only patient. I could’ve squeezed you in.

BILL: Then call it a conflict of interests. You’re a good man, Doctor Brown. If you knew about me, I didn’t think you’d be able to keep it from my wife. And I don’t need her worrying about me right now. You hear?

Andy nods, understanding.

DOCTOR BROWN: That’s fine. But here’s the deal - - You can’t wait six weeks to get your name on the transplant list.

BILL: Sure I can. And a lot longer, with any luck.

DOCTOR BROWN: Bill, listen to me. Your heart is severely damaged and won’t recover. You need a new one, it’s that simple.

BILL: It’s a long shot anyway. I’ll sign up for a transplant once . . (can’t say it) After.

DOCTOR BROWN: Time is the one thing you don’t have. And what if by some miracle Laura holds on longer - - six months, a year?

BILL: That would be fantastic.

DOCTOR BROWN: Yes, it would. But only if you’re still here with her. Your candidacy gets weaker with every passing day. As the heart’s walls become thinner and its function deteriorates, you run the risk of blood clots, stroke, fatal arrhythmia - -

BILL: Doctor Jake was pretty thorough in spelling all that out. But surgery would lay me up for a long time, or worse, and I can’t take that risk. Not now . . . Not yet. I need to be there for Laura, for my daughter - - I’m not gonna take a chance on missing one moment of that wedding.

DOCTOR BROWN: I understand that, I do, but there will be more moments. And the longer you wait . . . (starts over, new tack, gentler) I know you want to be there for your wife, but your daughter will still need a father when she’s gone - - even more so. She’ll have kids of her own one day, and they deserve to get to know their grandfather. What about those weddings?

BILL: I hear what you’re saying. And I know life will go on once she’s gone. But it won’t be the same. It will never mean what it meant with her in it. We’ve been through everything together - - a damn good team. Raised a fine girl, been partners for every bump along the road, mountains and molehills alike. I won’t let that go until forces bigger than me snatch it away. (then) She needs me to help her fight these last few weeks. When that battle’s done, I’ll worry about myself, but not one minute before. And when she’s gone, I’ll need a new heart anyway, ‘cause this one’ll be broken to bits.

A moment as Andy absorbs that. Then Bill rises.

BILL: (CONT’D) In six weeks, I’m yours. Until then, I’m hers.

Nothing more to be said. A beat. Then Andy stands. Shakes Bill’s hand.

DOCTOR BROWN: In six weeks, I know some great surgeons.

Acceptance is a new thing for Andy. But this is, after all, a new Andy . . .

INT ABBOTT HOUSE. BRIGHT’S BEDROOM. DAY.

Bright’s playing a computer game when Abbott storms in.

DOCTOR ABBOTT: Well I cannot wait for the next Bighorn meeting . . . Charlie Bigelow just phoned.

BRIGHT: (big-eyed innocence) Yeah? What’d he say?

DOCTOR ABBOTT: I am not amused, Bright.

Bright can’t help but laugh, as he goes back to his game.

BRIGHT: Really? I am. Man, I wish I coulda been there . . .

DOCTOR ABBOTT: You should have been there. In your effort to embarrass me, all you’ve done today is close a door on something that may have truly benefited you. An entire avenue for your future, gone . . .

BRIGHT: Your future, not mine.

DOCTOR ABBOTT: Oh, would you drop the petulant child routine? Honestly, Bright, no matter what your mother and I do for you, it’s always wrong.

BRIGHT: So don’t do anything, see how that works.

END OF SIDES
 
Transcript of New Trailer

[Dr. Brown at his office talking with Dr. H. Abbott]

Dr. Brown: Have you ever kept a secret from your children?

Announcer: Everwood's new season begins with some fresh faces.

[Delia spraying lighter fluid on grill with flames high, Dr. Brown using a fire extingusher on the grill. Look at Dr. Jake.]

Announcer: After a summer away, everything's changed...

[Ephram coming out of Bus Station and sees Amy standing by her car with a smile. Cut to Amy and Ephram kissing on the couch. Cut to Dr. Brown talking to Ephram outside of house.]

Dr. Brown: You look older.

Announcer: Except the deceptions they must now face..

[Ephram reading a letter at the kitchen table. Cut to Dr. Brown standing at his desk from The Day is Done. Cut to Madison waving goodbye in Last Looks.[

[Cut to Dr. Brown talking to Dr. H. Abbott again.]

Dr. Brown: I told Madison to leave Everwood after I found out she was pregnant.

Dr. H. Abbott: Ephram?

Dr. Brown: I told her not to tell him.

[Cut to Ephram playing piano and then Amy and Ephram sitting on stairs at her house.]

Announcer: The Season Premiere of Everwood..

[Cut to Dr. Brown and Ephram bickering]

Ephram: You obviously have something to say.

Dr. Brown: What is it that you want me to tell you?

Ephram: I guess we all have secrets.

[Ephram walks away.]

Announcer: Sept. 13th on the WB Monday.

 

Here's a short scene From Scene 7, Page 13
"Staking Claim"

 ...Hannah follows Ephram out. The girls all watch as he walks away, clearly appreciating the fine booty.

KATIE: Damn. That whole ex-New Yorker piano playing thing is SO working for him now.

AMY: Um, he was always from New York. And he always played piano.

KATIE: Well, maybe it's the hair. Something about him is just . . . cooler.

SUSIE: It's called Amy. She made him cooler.

AMY: I didn't do anything to him. He's just Ephram. Same as always.

Susie and Katie share a look. Uh, not quite. But they know when to change the subject. . .
 
Everwood – “Staking Claim” – 3x03 – Full Blue script pages

Scene 1 Continued:

DOCTOR BROWN: So go get her. It’s thirty-six steps from here to Nina’s house . . .

EPHRAM: Look, I think I’ve made it pretty clear that I don’t have a lot of time this year. And any extra extra time I have, goes to Amy. I’ve already spent a week playing tour guide for the mute. I’m done, debt paid. . . I’m out.

Andy sighs, for Ephram’s benefit. Which doesn’t go unnoticed:

EPHRAM: (CONT’D) Don’t give me the sigh. I’m not being mean. I’m being honest. I can’t help this girl. She’s beyond help.

DOCTOR BROWN: You were beyond help once. Then people helped you. And look at you now. Stud muffin du jour.

EPHRAM: Don’t say “stud muffin” . . . or “du jour.”

DOCTOR BROWN: Nina didn’t ask you to give the girl a makeover. She just asked you to be her friend. If you’re nice to her, other kids will be. That’s the way it works in high school. It’s not so much to ask. Or have you forgotten what it’s like to be lonely?

EPHRAM: (sigh, then) Nothing like some early morning guilt to start your day right.

Andy smiles as Ephram heads outside . . .

EXT. BROWN HOUSE. FRONT PORCH. CONTINUOUS. (FORMERLY BACK PORCH)

. . . to find HANNAH. Sitting on the steps, with a book, quietly waiting. Ephram looks at her, completely confused.

EPHRAM: You’re here.

HANNAH: You told me to come by . . . (then, nervous) Didn’t you?

EPHRAM: Yeah, but I figured you’d, you know, knock. You didn’t have to wait for me on the steps.

HANNAH: Oh, That’s okay. I don’t mind.

He shakes his head and starts walking towards his car. She gets up to follow, pulling on her beret. Ephram stops walking.

EPHRAM: What’s that?

HANNAH: What? Did I spill on myself?

EPHRAM: You’re just going to make me say it, aren’t you? For the record, I tried to imply. (blank stare) The hat.

HANNAH: Oh. It’s my beret. From my dad.

EPHRAM: So, it’s like, a Hong Kong thing?

HANNAH: No, he gave it to me a long time ago. Why?

In his head, Ephram composes a lecture on high school, fashion, and how not to be a social outcast. But who has the energy?

EPHRAM: Nothing. It’s great. Purple.

Hannah smiles, and walks behind Ephram. A little too closely. Off Ephram, as he gets into his car – please, please, let this favor end . . .
 
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Pages 8 – 10

(CM note: We have already seen page 8, so I added it to the other two for continuity.)

SARA: (trying; off the sling) Hey that’s pretty cool.

Another eye roll from David says he doesn’t think so.

DAVID: Can we just go now?

DOCTOR BROWN: Wait till he turns sixteen. It gets better.

SARA: Awesome. (then, grabbing her bag) Thanks for the help, Doctor Brown.

DOCTOR BROWN: Anytime.

Edna leads them to the door. Off Andy, feeling for her - - -

EXT. PEAK COUNTY HIGH. MORNING.

The morning rush as STUDENTS head inside. Ephram and Hannah walk. Ephram is utterly out of conversation filler, but god bless him, he tries:

EPHRAM: So. . . how are your classes going so far?

HANNAH: They’re okay.

A beat. Dead air.

EPHRAM: Any teachers you like? . . . Or don’t like?

HANNAH: Um. . . yeah. I like some of them. But some of them I don’t like. Too.

Ephram nods. This conversation actually hurts.

EPHRAM: Well, I better get going - -

HANNAH: Oh. Wait. I have something for you. Just, like, a thank you - - -

She opens her bag and starts rummaging through it, just as Amy breezes over. A breath of fresh air. Thank God.

AMY: Hey, you.

Amy goes to kiss Ephram, just as Hannah tries to hand him a DVD. Hello, awkward moment. Kiss – ruined.

HANNAH: Oh. Sorry . . .

AMY: That’s okay. Hi, Hannah.

Ephram checks out the DVD. Is oddly impressed.

EPHRAM: Wow. “House of Flying Daggers”?

AMY: Is that good?

EPHRAM: It’s better than good, remember “Hero,” that Yimou Shang movie we watched last week - - (not even a little bit) with the flying blue swordfighters? You fell asleep. Anyway, this is his next one.

HANNAH: It’s supposed to be even better than “Crouching Tiger” and I know you’re into the whole manga thing, so I figured . . .

EPHRAM: Thanks, Hannah. This is cool.

The bell RINGS, startling Hannah more than it should.

HANNAH: Okay. I’ll see you at the lunch table?

EPHRAM: See you there.

Hannah smiles, glad to have that to get her through the day, then melts into the crowd. Amy looks at the DVD.

AMY: Hit on the first try, and you’re not an easy guy to shop for. That was pretty sweet of her.

EPHRAM: Yeah. She’s a nice person. She’s just a little off the mark on . . . Everything. But I guess I was, too, when I first got here. Truth is, we probably have more in common than I want to think about.

AMY: Don’t think about it. You might accidentally revert back and then all the work I’ve put in these past two years? Down the tubes. . .

Ha ha. Amy smiles and takes Ephram’s hand. As they head into school . . .

INT. BROWN & ABOOTT MEDICAL. ABBOTT’S OFFICE. DAY

An analysis of David’s shoulder X-ray, does not deter Abbott from the inhalation of his lunch. Andy watches him expectantly.

DOCTOR ABBOTT: The shoulder looks good, no breaks.

DOCTOR BROWN: You see anything else?

DOCTOR ABBOTT: I see you interrupting my cobb salad with a question you clearly know the answer to. (tracing the lines) Healed fractures along the humerus, scapula . . .

DOCTOR BROWN: . . . And the rib. An unusual amount of breaks for a boy.

DOCTOR ABBOTT: An unusual amount of breaks for a stuntman.

DOCTOR BROWN: He’s a pretty active kid. They could be sports related injuries.
 
Pages 12 – 14 (Page 11 was missing, unfortunately, or this part of the script would be complete.)

Scene 6 continued:

DOCTOR ABBOTT: And what precisely do you expect to find there? A cross-stich on the wall that says “I’d never hit my son”? Perhaps a couple of cages strewn about?

DOCTOR BROWN: I’ll just go over there tomorrow and talk to them, see what I can see.

DOCTOR ABBOTT: It’s your gas.

With that, Andy grabs a piece of bacon out of Abbott’s salad, and heads out. C’mon, who doesn’t love these guys?

EXT. PEAK COUNTY HIGH. OUTDOOR LUNCH TABLES. DAY. (FORMERLY INT. PEAK COUNTY HIGH. CAFETERIA. DAY.)

Amy and Ephram sit with SUSIE and KATIE at their usual table. Hannah sits across the table, feeling completely out of place.

KATIE: I’d kill to go to college in New York. Literally kill, I mean it.

EPHRAM: I don’t think that’s an admission requirement anymore.

Katie laughs, a little too much. Ooogy.

EPHRAM: (CONT’D) Anyway, I better get to the library. You coming over later to study?

AMY: I’ll bring the books, you supply the chips.

Ephram kisses Amy and leaves. Hannah looks around the table, realizes she’s surrounded by unfriendlies.

HANNAH: I should probably go to the library, too.

Hannah follows Ephram out. The girls all watch as he walks away, clearly appreciating the fine booty.

KATIE: Damn. That whole ex-New Yorker piano playing thing is so working for him now.

AMY: Um, he was always from New York. And he always played piano.

KATIE: Well, maybe it’s the hair. Something about him is just . . . cooler.

SUSIE: It’s called Amy. She made him cooler.

AMY: I didn’t do anything to him. He’s just Ephram. Same as always.

Susie and Katie share a look. Uh, not quite. But they know when to change the subject . . .

KATIE: So who’s the beret?

AMY: Hannah? She’s just staying with Ephram’s neighbor while her parents and on some business thing in Hong Kong.

KATIE: How long is she gonna be here?

AMY: I don’t know. Why?

KATIE: Because she’s totally eyeing your man.

Amy can’t help but laugh at that one.

AMY: What? No, she’s not.

KATIE: Hello? She just followed him out of here like a baby duck. Whaddya call that?

AMY: Ephram’s just showing her around as a favor. It’s not what you’re thinking.

KATIE: I’m not thinking anything. I mean, obviously Ephram isn’t into her - -

SUSIE: Yet.

KATIE: Exactly. That’s the thing. You never know when the shift can happen. Look at you guys. You were friends first, too.

Interesting point. But still . . .

AMY: It’s not the same.

KATIE: Of course it’s not. She’s a complete five and you’re obviously a nine, so you definitely have the upper hand in this situation. I’m just saying, if I were you, and Ephram was my boyfriend - -

SUSIE: Katie’s right. Just tell her to keep away from him. If you want, I can do it.

AMY: Sure. You want to beat her up too? (off their looks of “okay”) this is not something I’m worrying about. The girl barely even talks. So she bought him a DVD, so what - - ?

SUSIE: SHE BOUGHT HIM A PRESENT?

KATIE: Okay, seriously. We are in threat level orange here. And anyone who wears a beret, isn’t exactly following the rules of engagement.

AMY: She’s just trying to make friends.

KATIE: Well, it looks like she’s already got one.

Amy follows Katie’s gaze. There is something couply about the way they’re walking together. And somewhere, in the deepest recesses of Amy’s soul . . . The green monster awakens.

FADE OUT

END OF ACT ONE
 


 

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