EPHRAM: [to the deer] Good girl. [to Dr. Brown] You know, I'm pretty sure the track follows the creek, check the map.
DR. BROWN: Nope, left.
EPHRAM: You sure?
DR. BROWN: I used to navigate peoples frontal lobes for a living, Ephram. I think I can follow directions.
[Ephram doesn't look so sure. He relents and follows his father anyway.]
[Cut to the Abbott home. Amy is working on a digital image of her father on the computer.]
DR. ABBOTT: I asked for more shading under the neck.
AMY: You wanted me to turn your jaws into a chin, don't abuse the digital age.
DR. ABBOTT: Has Davenport confirmed receipt?
AMY: Hours ago.
[He kisses Amy on the head.]
DR. ABBOTT: You just earned yourself an 8 percent increase in allowance. Even though you did manage to make my surgery rotation sound like a dalliance. I only wish I could be there to see the look on that nut's face when he reads this tonight.
AMY: Who? Doctor Brown? You so have a boy crush on him.
DR. ABBOTT: My issue with Dr. Brown is neither flirtation nor rivalry. It is a crusade to protect both him and this town from the potentially lethal results of his dementia. And I loathe him.
AMY: The only problem is, he won't see it. He's gone all weekend with Ephram. Won't be back till tomorrow.
DR. ABBOTT: He's... out of town?
AMY: Yeah, some weird deer quest.
DR. ABBOTT: [hiding his disappointment] Ah. Well then. That's alright. Good work. You, ah, you get back to your villanelle.
[When he sees she's otherwise preoccupied, he takes off running.]
[Cut back to the woods. The Brown men are walking down hill.]
DR. BROWN: You OK back there?
EPHRAM: Fine. You know, we've been going downhill for a while now. Shouldn't we be going more... up?
DR. BROWN: It's a gradual descent. We're right on track.
EPHRAM: She keeps looking at me funny. Like she's thinking she doesn't know where she is.
DR. BROWN: She's a wild animal. She's thinking 'hi. Are you made of food?'. Come on, keep up. We're making good time.
DR. BROWN: So, how's it going with you and Amy Abbott? I mean, are you guys still friends? You know, you can cover a lot of ground work from the friend zone.
EPHRAM: Lucky me, you remember a book you read on relationships in high school.
DR. BROWN: OK. Something more my business then, how's your schoolwork going?
EPHRAM: I guess I should be glad I made it six hours before you tried to turn this into some kind of bond fest.
DR. BROWN: Look, I'm just trying to talk to you, Ephram.
EPHRAM: Well don't, please. As a favor to me.
DR. BROWN: I breathe in to defend you, what what did I do now?
EPHRAM: Nothing. You know, y-you've been great. Hey, don't forget, zip your coat.
DR. BROWN: W-what? Are you mad it me 'cause I'm looking out for you?
EPHRAM: First you try to parent me, then you wanna be my buddy and you're not very good at either.
DR. BROWN: Well I'm just trying here, Ephram.
EPHRAM: Well don't. It's bad enough you invited yourself along for the ride. Don't embarrass us both by trying to leverage it.
DR. BROWN: You know, sometimes I think you'd like to go back to the way it was with us in New York when we never spoke.
EPHRAM: Well you have to admit, it worked pretty well. I had my own life, I could make my own decisions. Do things I wanted to from time to time.
DR. BROWN: Do what you want? I planned this trip for you!
