created by: Greg Berlanti
written by: Greg Berlanti
directed by: Mark Piznarski
NOTE: The scene descriptions, scenes, and lines that are italicized in this transcript were in the full-length 70-minute premiere of Everwood airing on September 16, 2002 but were cut in the shortened 60-minute premiere that aired for the first time on September 22, 2002.
NOTE #2: THIS IS NOT COMPLETE AS OF YET! AND THIS NOTICE WILL DISAPPEAR ONCE IT IS COMPLETE.
[We open on a view of New York City, zooming inward.]
NARRATOR: I wasn't there the day Dr. Andrew Brown's life changed forever. But like most folks in Everwood, I've heard the story enough times to be able to tell it. It begins where many stories begin. In the city of New York, where Dr. Brown lived comfortably with his wife and two children.
[We change scenes to an building and then to the kitchen in the Brown home where Julia Brown is drinking some coffee and making the kids' lunches. We pull back and see Dr. Andrew Brown sitting, reading The New York Times. We also see Delia Brown who is wearing a baseball cap and eating her breakfast.]
JULIA: Ephram! You're gonna be late again.
EPHRAM: (off screen) I know, I know.
JULIA: (to Delia) Finish your breakfast, sweetie.
[Ephram Brown can be seen entering the kitchen.]
DR. BROWN: (to Ephram) Good morning.
[Ephram ignores his father.]
EPHRAM: This mine? (referring to a lunch)
JULIA: It is.
DR. BROWN: Someone is unusually quiet this morning.
EPHRAM: Someone is unusually interested.
JULIA: Don't be nervous about tonight. Your dad and I will be there to cheer you on.
EPHRAM: (sarastically) Yeah, I'm sure. See ya.
DR. BROWN: His recital is tonight?
JULIA: I only told you ten times.
DR. BROWN: What time?
JULIA: Eight but he's leaving early to go with a friend. You and I are leaving at 7 to make it to Jersey on time.
DR. BROWN: Will someone tell me why, with all the piano teachers in Manhattan, my son has to study in New Jersey?
JULIA: Because the best one is in Jersey.
[Dr. Brown takes a sip from his coffee mug.]
DR. BROWN: I didn't know Jersey had the best of anything.
DELIA: The Giants play in Jersey and they're the best.
DR. BROWN: They're not technically from New Jersey.
DELIA: They should be.
DR. BROWN: What you do know? You're eight.
[Dr. Brown gets up and playfully pinchs Delia's cheek. He then walks over to his wife and kisses her goodbye.]
DR. BROWN: Bye.
[Dr. Brown begins to exit.]
JULIA: Be home on time.
DR. BROWN: I will.
[Julia looks back.]
[Cut to where Dr. Brown works. He's diagnosing a patient named Mr. Saddlebrook. Mr. Saddlebrook's wife is there also.]
DR. BROWN: Glaucoma multiforma. I like to call it the great white of brain tumors. It's highly malignant and grows quickly. Typically occuring in the frontal or temporal lobe of the cerebral hemisphere. In your case, Mr. Saddlebrook, it occurs in both hemispheres and has even begun to metabolize into the spinal fluid.
MRS. SADDLEBROOK: We know all this already. The other doctors diagnosed him weeks ago.
MR. SADDLEBROOK: They say it's insufferable. We came to you because you're supposed to be the best.
DR. BROWN: I'm willing to go for this cancer with everything I've got, starting with a combination of radiation therapies followed by an immediate and massive surgical resection.
MR. SADDLEBROOK: Thank you.
DR. BROWN: Don't thank me now. You can thank me when I save your life.
[Dr. Brown exits.]
MRS. SADDLEBROOK: I hope he is good as he is brief.
[Cut to outside. It's nasty out there. It's pouring cats and dogs.]
[Cut to Dr. Brown's office. He's on the phone.]
NARRATOR: Night fell and a nasty storm rolled in.
DR. BROWN: They don't know the first thing about this kind of medicine in Boston.
NURSE: Doctor, you asked me remind you when it was seven o'clock.
[Dr. Brown puts his hand over the phone.]
DR. BROWN: It's seven, already?
NURSE: No, it was seven a half hour ago, when I reminded you the first time.
DR. BROWN: Tell Julia to go to the recital without me. I'll meet her there.
[Dr. Brown begins to take his hand off the mouthpiece but Nurse speaks.]
NURSE: She called already and asked me to tell you that she's leaving and to remind you that you're a lousy husband slash father.
DR. BROWN: Thanks, Barbara.
[Nurse exits and Dr. Brown continues his phone conversation.]
DR. BROWN: I don't care. Look, Larry. Listen to me. Listen to me, the fact remains that . . .
[We cut to a clock which reads 7:30.]
[Time laspe. Dr. Brown's still in his office and now it's 9:12. Dr. Brown puts his coat on to leave.]
NARRATOR: In his usual fashion, he worked late again. So late he was still at the hospital when he received the news.
[Cut to lobby. Two police officers walk as Dr. Brown comes down a flight of stairs.]
POLICE OFFICER: Excuse me, ma'am?
POLICE OFFICER: I'm looking for Dr. Andrew Brown.
RECEPTIONIST: Dr. Brown. That would . . .
[Dr. Brown overhears this little exchange and stops going toward the door. He walks to the police officer.]
DR. BROWN: I'm Andrew Brown.
[The police officer takes off his hat, looking sad.]
[Cut to several shots of them talking from far away but I can't hear a thing. After a while Dr. Brown walks down the hall alone, feeling sad.]
NARRATOR: At then, it had seemed to be an accident. Sadly, Andy's wife never made it from home to their son's recital that night. Instead, a life was taken tragically on the icy highway inbetween.
[Cut to the outdoors. Snow is all around. Everyone is wearing black and it obviously seems like it is Julia's burial. Dr. Brown takes a shovel and puts some of Julia's ashes in a coffin. Ephram is wiping away tears. Delia stands by her father and then they walk off together.]
[Cut to a hallway in the Brown home. Directly down the hall is a room. Time flies by quickly as we see Delia sitting at a desk, Ephram laying down to listen to some music with his headphones, and many other quick shots.]
NARRATOR: Oh, sure the Browns did the best they could to get by after that. Pretending as though nothing had changed, knowing that everything had.
[Cut to Dr. Brown walking down a hall at his work.]
NARRATOR: As expected, Dr. Brown wasted no time in going back to work. What wasn't expected was what happened once he got there.
[Cut to Mr. Saddlebrook's room where he is in bed and very tired. Dr. Brown walks by and enters.]
MR. SADDLEBROOK: Morning, Doc.
[Dr. Brown looks at Mr. Saddlebrook's chart.]
DR. BROWN: Good morning, Mr. Saddlebrook. Ready for the big day tomorrow?
MR. SADDLEBROOK: Well, I hope so. Say, listen, Doc. I heard about the tragedy you suffered. I'm sorry.
[Dr. Brown looks sad again. He then puts Mr. Saddlebrook's chart back.]
DR. BROWN: If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be?
MR. SADDLEBROOK: Hershey, Pennsylvania. It was where I was brought up. I kept my parents' farm there.
DR. BROWN: Go there. Now.
[Mr. Saddlebrook looks at Dr. Brown like he's crazy.]
DR. BROWN: Today. I can't save your life. At best, I could prolong it 8 months. Maybe a year. But for most of that time, you'd be barely coherent, recovering from surgery. But that's so this hospital can brag about its statistics for terminal illnesses. But statistics don't measure quality of life. And if you have the slightest hope about preserving of your own, you'd get up out of that bed and leave this place as fast as your legs will carry you.
NARRATOR: And those were Andy Brown's final words as a big-city doctor.
[Cut to the Brown home. Camera is on Ephram.]
EPHRAM: We're moving where?
DR. BROWN: To Everwood, Colorado.
DELIA: Where's that?
EPHRAM: Colorado, moron. Wh-why, are we moving there?
DR. BROWN: Someone told me about it once. They said it was the most beautiful place they had ever seen. It's on this hill. Or is it a mountain? Or maybe it's on a hill by a mountain. Anyway, I was thinking last night that we should move there. What do you say?
EPHRAM: I say that's not even a reason.
DR. BROWN: I know. How great is that? We'll be moving to some place for no reason at all.
EPHRAM: That's not great. That's crazy. That's Harrison Ford in Mosquito Coast crazy.
DR. BROWN: You say crazy. I say it might be the sanest thing I've ever done. Now, I want this to be a democratic decision so we're going to put it to vote. Everyone who wants to move . . . and get their own horse, raise your hand.
[Dr. Brown has his hand raised and at the horse comment, Delia does too.]
DR. BROWN: Well, that decides it.
EPHRAM: Democratic? You bought her vote.
DR. BROWN: Yeah. That's the American version.
[Dr. Brown walks off.]
EPHRAM: (to Delia) I want you to remember this moment. All right? This is the moment when you conspired with the psycho to ruin whatever was left of our pathetic little lives.
[Ephram walks off and Delia looks back.]
[Cut to Delia looking at an article in Time magazine about Dr. Brown's leaving. She closes it and she carries some stuff out of the house. Dr. Brown carries a box and stands there a bit, pondering, and then he walks out.]
NARRATOR: As it turns out, Andy's leaving caused quite a stir in the medical community. Time magazine even wrote an article about it, calling Andrew Brown's departure from neurosurgery, "one of the great losses of modern medicine." Like a lot of people, you might think they were exaggerating but then . . . you probably don't know Dr. Brown.
[Open on mountains covered with snow. The song "Miles to Nowhere" by Cat Stevens is playing in the background. Slowly, we change to different places in Everwood like a church (possibly), Main Street, and finally the new Brown home.]
NARRATOR: Everwood, Colorado. Population, just over nine thousand and growing. Founded in 1853, this jewel of the centennial state is home to one of the country's first opera houses, oldest school minds, third largest chili cook-off, and even the occasional world famous brain surgeon.
[Cut to the kitchen of the Brown home.]
[Dr. Brown is making scrambled eggs for breakfast. Delia walks in and covers the wording on her hat.]
DR. BROWN: Aah!
DR. BROWN: Uh, Rangers?
[Delia takes her hand off her cap, revealing a C and R, which stands for the Colorado Rockies.]
[Delia sits down.]
DR. BROWN: Rockies. Somebody's acclimating.
DR. BROWN: Getting adjusted.
[Dr. Brown gives Delia some of the eggs he made.]
DELIA: Do I have to eat these? They don't smell right.
[Dr. Brown hunts for certain stuff in cabinets while talking. I think it's to make a lunch.]
DR. BROWN: Well, you're in luck today because we're running late. But I want you to drink every bit of that orange juice, young lady.
DELIA: Dad, Ephram read that large doses of Vitamin C cuts blood in some lab rats.
DR. BROWN: Un huh. Is that from having a medical degree?
DR. BROWN: Do I?
DELIA: I see where you're taking this.
DR. BROWN: Un huh.
[Bus horn honks twice.]
DR. BROWN: There's your bus.
[Delia starts walking toward the door but then she realizes something.]
DELIA: Where's my lunch?
DR. BROWN: Lunch. Lunch. I forgot to make it.
[Dr. Brown hands Delia some money.]
DR. BROWN: I'll tell you what. Here's some cash.
DELIA: I don't think they'll change a fifty.
DR. BROWN: OK. Here's some singles.
[Delia walks to the door. Dr. Brown follows.]
[Cut to the foyer where Delia puts her hand out, telling her father to stop.]
DR. BROWN: I forgot. You want to do this alone.
DELIA: It's a big step for me. I love you.
[Dr. Brown kneels down and Delia kisses him.]
DR. BROWN: I love you too, kiddo.
[Delia gets her stuff from the closet and then she goes outside. Dr. Brown watches from inside the house.]
[Cut to the interior of the bus. A hand opens the door and Delia starts getting on.]
IRV: Rosemary Clooney. My, my, my.
[Delia looks skeptical.]
DELIA: Uh, it's Delia Brown.
IRV: I know. Rosemary Clooney's on the radio. I take note of what's playing when a passenger hits my bus for the first time. It tells me something about 'em.
DELIA: What does Rosemary Clooney tell you?
IRV: That you and I are going get along just fine. Kids call me Mr. Irv.
[Delia goes on back to the seating area of the bus. Irv closes the door.]
[Cut to the Brown house. Ephram comes down some stairs.]
DR. BROWN: Come on, let's get you to school.
EPHRAM: I'm riding my bike.
DR. BROWN: Why? I can drive you.
EPHRAM: I appreciate the offer but it's ten years too late.
[Ephram exits. Dr. Brown puts a coat.]
[Cut to outside. Ephram gets on his bike and goes off. Dr. Brown watches, then he looks to the left and walks that way on the porch. He sees someone in with the plants of the neighbor.]
DR. BROWN: You're not a plant.
[A young boy of 3 or 4 years comes out.]
SAMUEL: I'm a boy.
DR. BROWN: Impressive.
[A pregnant lady comes into the frame.]
NINA: (to Dr. Brown) I see you met my resident horticulture list. (to Samuel) Honey, why don't go inside? It's cold. (to Dr. Brown) Nina Feeney and that monster was Samuel. We're your neighbors.
DR. BROWN: Well, that's a weird coincidence 'cause I'm your neighbor.
[Nina laughs a little.]
NINA: Dr. Brown, right?
DR. BROWN: Please, Andy. And how did you...
NINA: Oh, small town, Andy. Now, if you don't mind, I have to ship him off to day care but it was nice meeting you.
DR. BROWN: Nice to meet you, Nina.
[Cut to the local high school which, in a later episode, we'll find out is called County High. Ephram is arriving and we can hear some kids gossip about him.]
TEEN #1: Nice hair color, too.
[A lot of other teens cackle in the way teenagers do when they're making fun of someone. Ephram walks by them.]
TEEN #1: Hey freak, what's with your hair, man? What? Did they run out of green at the store?
TEEN #2: Hey you, my friend here asked you a question. Where's your manners?
EPHRAM: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't understand. You see, I don't speak dumb-ass. Since obviously you do, maybe you can translate for me.
[Cut to up on the bench. A girl, Amy, smiles and watches Ephram walk away. Then she jumps down and grabs her bookbag. Then she tries to catch up with Ephram.]
[Cut to the interior of County High.]
[Amy catches up to Ephram.]
AMY: You were bold out there.
EPHRAM: Oh, it was strategy, really.
EPHRAM: I find it best when dealing with any unfamiliar bully, strike her with saracasm. Yeah, it makes them wonder if I have some butt-kicking power ass that they're unable to detect.
AMY: Wow. You have really thought this out.
EPHRAM: Yeah, well, spend as much time in a gym locker as me, you'd have a few theories of your own.
AMY: Were they really that terrible to you in New York?
EPHRAM: How'd you know I was from New York?
AMY: That new doctor who just moved here. He's your father, right?
EPHRAM: Yeah, if you use the term "father" loosely.
AMY: Ever since that article in Time, he's the only one anyone can talk about around here.
EPHRAM: Yeah? What do they say?
AMY: Mostly, they just wonder why he came.
EPHRAM: Oh. If they figure it out, let me know.
AMY: You really don't know why you came?
EPHRAM: Wacked, I know.
AMY: I think it's wild. Sometimes, I wonder if my dad is the most boring man alive.
AMY: There's the bell. We should have lunch... sometime.
[Amy starts to walk off.]
[Amy turns around.]
EPHRAM: What's your name?
AMY: Amy. And I like your hair.
[They both go their separate ways to class and look back at each other.]
[Cut to Dr. Brown with a woman, Brenda Baxworth, the realtor on a street in Everwood. Dr. Brown looks around.]
BRENDA: Now, if you like the house, you will adore these offices.
DR. BROWN: Mrs. Baxworth, why is everyone staring at us?
BRENDA: Oh, not us. You. You're quite the celebrity in town.
DR. BROWN: Celebrity?
BRENDA: Oh my, yes. There's quite a bit of chatter about what brings you to our corner of the wide, wide world.
DR. BROWN: Saw it on a map.
[Brenda laughs incessantly during her next line.]
BRENDA: Hah. "Saw it on a map." Such a kidder. Seriously though, I don't want to pry but everyone is wondering what kind of practice you'll set up here. There's even been some talk that you're here to do some top secret brain research.
DR. BROWN: I'm just opening up a general practice. Why? Is there a problem with that?
BRENDA: Uh, you are aware that we already have a family doctor in town.
DR. BROWN: Oh, I assumed there must be. But surely, a town can use two doctors.
BRENDA: Of course, we can.
[Dr. Brown follows Brenda off the screen. We hear some guy in the background.]
MR. GREELEY: Oh, Doc. Doc. Doc. I've been waiting for you. Right on time. Doc. How are you today, Dr. Abbott?
DR. ABBOTT: Just fine, Mr. Greeley.
MR. GREELEY: Well, that makes one of us.
DR. ABBOTT: And how are you today, Mr. Greeley?
MR. GREELEY: I'm so glad you asked. There's a pain in my left leg, just above the knee.
DR. ABBOTT: Is it a throbbing pain or a sharp pain?
MR. GREELEY: Throbbing. No, no, sharp. No, throbbing.
DR. ABBOTT: Un huh. How long have you had it?
MR. GREELEY: About three years.
DR. ABBOTT: I'm opening this Friday around 2:15.
MR. GREELEY: Well, can't you just check it out here?
DR. ABBOTT: As I explained to you before, Mr. Greeley, there are insurance regulations that prohibit me from diagnosing without a proper check up.
MR. GREELEY: But, it's just a little pain.
DR. ABBOTT: Well, a little pain can become a big lawsuit. Let's say, hypothetically, I were to misdiagnose you now with an osteopathic condition and advise you to purchase some aspirin. You would adhere to my suggestion and then, this evening you would drop dead, again hypothetically, when you had a vascular brain disorder expressing itself unerringly in your left leg. Can you imagine the malpractice case your family would have against me? Sorry, I don't make the rules. I just live by them. Friday, 2:15, then.
MR. GREELEY: Oh, rats.
[Cut to an office, potentially to become Dr. Brown's.]
BRENDA: Three examining rooms back here. Spacious reception area. Just like in the big city, huh?
DR. BROWN: That's just the problem. I spent my life in this office. This office is exactly what I'm trying to get away from.
BRENDA: Did I mention that this has DSL capability?
DR. BROWN: Do you smell that?
BRENDA: Smell what?
DR. BROWN: Perfume.
BRENDA: Oh. Instanta Louder, White Linen.
DR. BROWN: No, no. This is coming from the street.
BRENDA: The what?
[Dr. Brown has exited the office and Brenda hurriedly follows after him.]
[Cut to the outside. During this scene, Dr. Brown is continually moving, trying to find out the origin of the smell. Brenda tries to keep up in pace. It leads them to go in the street and straight into some cars. Some people yell, "You gotta move" and other stuff similar to that. Car horns honk.]
DR. BROWN: It's called "genet". It was popular in Europe in the early 80's. A wealthy Frenchman had the fragance named after his lovely fiancee, only after she died, he had it discontinued which made it harder and harder to surprise with my wife every Christmas. It was her favorite.
BRENDA: You mean, you smell your deceased wife?
[Dr. Brown has stopped, finding the origin of the smell.]
DR. BROWN: Look at this. What is this place?
BRENDA: This offsensive monstrosity? It was the train depot before the city shut it down.
DR. BROWN: Shut it down?
BRENDA: Oh, yeah, about 10 years ago, the railroad decided to re-route the trains through Central City. They said it was a safer approach through the mountains.
DR. BROWN: Everwood doesn't have a train running through it?
BRENDA: Oh, I'm afraid we ceased being a destination.
DR. BROWN: Not to everybody.
[Dr. Brown starts taking boards off the place as Brenda tries to object.]
[Cut to interior of the old train depot. It's dusty and cobwebs are everywhere. Dr. Brown enters and Brenda follows, cautiously.]
BRENDA: Uh, I'd be careful. You never know what kind of animal could have taken refuge in here or, God forbid, a hobo.
DR. BROWN: Do you see what I see here?
BRENDA: Multiple opportunities for staff infection?
DR. BROWN: No, Mrs. Baxworth. My new office.
[Brenda stands there in shock as Dr. Brown looks around.]
[Open on the exterior of County High. A bell rings. We cut to the interior of the building. At first all we see is a comic book open. Then we draw back and realize we're in the library. Amy is the one that has the comic book open. Ephram is sitting at the same table, nervous. While Ephram babbles to Amy the following line, Amy is getting very aroused by this.]
EPHRAM: The important thing to remember about Manga is that it is completely different from American comics in every way, shape, form. I mean, forget style. It's more than esthetics. The Manga staff, the writers of Manga, they write heroes that are someone's kid, or someone's boss. Because the hero's civilian life is as important to the story as their secret identity. It's not just Clark Kent waiting to turn into Superman. It's Superman waiting to turn into Clark Kent.
AMY: (sensually) Wow. I never knew comics could be so hot.
[Amy sways back and forth. Al Green's "Let's Stay Together" song starts playing in the background.]
AMY: Did you ever have the perfect make-out song?
EPHRAM: Oh. Several, really.
[Amy gets up and motions Ephram to follow her. He does and suddenly, blue and purple lights appear and it's like Amy and Ephram are the only people in the room. Amy walks in circles around Ephram.]
AMY: Mine's Al Green's "Let's Stay Together". I think it speaks to us girls. A dual desire to be held and gravished simultaneously. Not in the literal sense. It's more primal. Just listening to this song right now makes me want to take off your clothes.
EPHRAM: Right here? I mean, in front of everybody?
AMY: Why not?
[They slowly lean in to each other and kiss. Then we hear an alarm clock buzzing. The real Ephram wakes up and looks under his sheets. The previous scene must have been just a dream.]
EPHRAM: Oh, damn it.
[Cut to laundry room/pantry. Ephram tries to shove his sheets in the washer. Dr. Brown walks in.]
DR. BROWN: What are you doing in here?
EPHRAM: What does one normally do in the laundry room? I'll give you one guess.
DR. BROWN: Since when do you do your own laundry?
EPHRAM: I spilled something on my sheets.
DR. BROWN: What did you spill?
EPHRAM: I, uh, I, uh. Chocolate milk.
DR. BROWN: When did we get chocolate milk?
EPHRAM: I don't know. Will you stop asking me questions?
[Ephram has finally gotten his laundry in and running so he exits. Dr. Brown takes some pancake mix from the pantry portion of the room.]
DR. BROWN: I'm making pancakes. You want some?
EPHRAM: Go to hell!
[We hear a door slam shut.]
DR. BROWN: (lowering his voice) That's my boy.
[Dr. Brown exits.]
[Cut to a parked car. We see two feet get out of that car and walk a bit. Then we see those feet belong to Dr. Abbott. He sees a minivan parked in his spot. He looks around for the culprit, finding him to be Dr. Brown on a ladder, painting. Dr. Abbott walks across the street.]
DR. ABBOTT: Excuse me. Excuse me! EXCUSE ME!
[With the golf club he has in his hand, he taps the leg of Dr. Brown.]
DR. ABBOTT: Excuse me.
DR. BROWN: Yeah, can I help you?
DR. ABBOTT: Yeah, you're parked in my spot.
[Dr. Brown steps down, off the ladder.]
DR. BROWN: Your spot?
DR. ABBOTT: That is your black, foreign-made, sports ulitity vehicle with the New York State license plates, is it not?
DR. BROWN: Yes, it is.
DR. ABBOTT: That's my spot. Park there again and I'll have it towed.
DR. BROWN: Well, I'm sorry. I didn't see a name on the curb.
DR. ABBOTT: It's implied. It's front of my office.
DR. BROWN: Oh, you're the other doctor. How do you do? I'm Andy Brown.
[They shake hands but Dr. Abbott does not seem that receptive to it. It seemed forced somehow.]
DR. ABBOTT: I know you are. And if by "other doctor", you meant Everwood's primary care physician, then yes that's would be me.
DR. BROWN: Some golfing weather, huh?
DR. ABBOTT: I happen to belong an indoor range.
DR. BROWN: Is that driver club title list?
DR. ABBOTT: It is.
DR. BROWN: Expensive. Can I see it?
[Dr. Abbott hands it over, delivering the following warning.]
DR. ABBOTT: Be careful. That club was used by none other than Tiger Woods himself in the '99 British Open. Purchased it on E-Bay.
DR. BROWN: No kidding. I'll have to tell him.
DR. ABBOTT: You know Tiger Woods?
DR. BROWN: Well, I operated on his uncle. Sweet kid. Listen, about this whole office thing, I just want to let you know that I'm not here to step on your turf.
DR. ABBOTT: My turf? That's rich. Nobody told you, did they?
DR. BROWN: Tell me what?
DR. ABBOTT: You know, I wouldn't waste your time turning this place into a doctor's office. No one will use it.
DR. BROWN: Why is that?
DR. ABBOTT: Because that building over there will continue to receive all of the patients in this community.
DR. BROWN: The flower mart?
DR. ABBOTT: The other one. My doctor's office.
DR. BROWN: How do you figure?
DR. ABBOTT: Because while you have been operating Tiger's uncle and getting your picture in Time, I have been the doctor in this community for over 15 years. Before me, it was my father.
DR. BROWN: Was it your father's father before him? Because that would be really cool.
DR. ABBOTT: Do what you want, sir. I'm just advising you not to waste your time.
DR. BROWN: Well, I appreciate your concern, Doctor, but I came from a long way to open this office and nobody is going to stop me.
DR. ABBOTT: In that case, happy painting.
[Dr. Abbott walks back over to his office.]
DR. BROWN: Nice meeting you.
DR. ABBOTT: Nut bag.
[Dr. Brown walks through the kitchen and dining room to get the living room. He sees Ephram putting away his bike without looking at him.]
DR. BROWN: He never even looks me in the eyes anymore.
[Dr. Brown walks over to a mirror. Julia's there on the couch.]
JULIA: It's because you don't talk to him.
DR. BROWN: I talk to him.
JULIA: You talk at him. Try asking him how his day was. Try listening.
[Dr. Brown talks over to the couch.]
DR. BROWN: Delia's so much easier.
JULIA: She's four, Andy.
DR. BROWN: It doesn't matter. She's always known how much I love her. Somehow, I've never been able to get that message through to him.
[Dr. Brown sits down on the couch.]
JULIA: Well, call me an optimist but this is one case, Doctor, that isn't terminal.
[Julia puts down the thing she was working on.]
JULIA: Hey, guess what? I figured it out.
DR. BROWN: Figured what out?
JULIA: Where you should go if something ever happens to me.
DR. BROWN: Oh, not the comatose subject again.
JULIA: Everwood, Colorado.
DR. BROWN: Where?
[Julia scoots over and Dr. Brown puts his arm around her.]
JULIA: When I was a kid, I took this train trip with my parents across the country. There was a snowstorm in the mountains and we had to stop for a day in a town called Everwood. It was the most beautiful place I had ever seen, Andy. It was on this hill surrounded by the Rockies. And I remember thinking even then, this is what heaven must look like.
DR. BROWN: There's no chance that this place is also a major center for neurosurgery, is there?
JULIA: Sorry. That's the other part of the deal. No more working for the rich and famous, Doctor. You have small townsfolk who need medical miracles.
DR. BROWN: You'll have to start writing this stuff down.
JULIA: Don't have to. Just remember one thing. Everwood, Colorado. It's where I'll be.
DR. BROWN: It can't be in the Bahamas?
JULIA: Nope. It's Everwood or bust.
DR. BROWN: Then, that's where I'll be too.
[Cut to Delia and then we see what she sees. Dr. Brown's arm on the back of the couch like he has his arm around someone except Julia's not there now.]
[Dr. Brown snaps out of it and sees Delia standing there. He takes his arm off the back of the couch.]
DR. BROWN: Listen, uh, Delia. We should talk about this.
DELIA: That's OK, Dad. I know what's wrong with you.
DR. BROWN: You do?
DELIA: You have a distraught heart.
DR. BROWN: Yeah. Yeah I do. (a brief period of silence) Come here.
[Delia walks toward her father and he hugs her very tightly.]
DR. BROWN: I love you so much, kiddo.
DELIA: I love you too, Dad.
[They both hear the beginning of piano music. They go where it is being played.]
[Cut to a room. Ephram is there, playing the piano. Delia opens the door and is followed by Dr. Brown. They both go into the room.]
DR. BROWN: You're playing.
EPHRAM: I felt like it. That's all.
DELIA: I'm going to finish setting the table.
[A long period of no talking ensues. The only sound is Ephram still playing the piano. Finally, Dr. Brown gets up the courage to talk.]
DR. BROWN: How was your day?
EPHRAM: Well, I found out I'm in love with in a girl who's in love with a guy that's in a coma. Other than that it was pretty standard.
[Another period of time goes by with no talking but with Ephram just playing piano.]
DR. BROWN: About the other day. I, uh, I said some things I didn't mean.
EPHRAM: We both did.
DR. BROWN: And that comment about my beard?
EPHRAM: Now, that I meant.
DR. BROWN: I'm not shaving it, you know.
EPHRAM: So don't. It's ugly but it's also kind of distinguished.
DR. BROWN: Distinguished? Why do you say that?
EPHRAM: I don't know. It just is.
DR. BROWN: You play so well. I've forgotten how good you are.
EPHRAM: Mom used to say I had your hands.
[We draw back and continue to hear Ephram playing the piano.]
NARRATOR: And there they sat. Father and son. Like they were sitting together for the first time. No, I wasn't there the day Dr. Brown's life changed forever. But I was around for many days thereafter. When he and his family would call Everwood, their home.
[Fade to black out.]