DELIA: It's for God. I tried to get him to eat Nina's cookies, but that didn't work. Now I'm waiting to see if he'll knock the glass over.
EDNA: Anything so far?
DELIA: I even put it close to the edge so all he had to do was knock it a little bit.
EDNA: Well, what is all this recon on God today?
DELIA: I just wanted to know about God because if there's no God, then there's no heaven.
EDNA: ...and if there's no heaven?
DELIA: Then where's my mom?
EDNA: It's getting late, Private. Time to head home.
DELIA: Five more minutes?
EDNA: Sure.
[Delia continues staring solemnly at the glass.]
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[Cut to the woods at night. Ephram is trying to light a fire.]
DR. BROWN: You know, if you shield it from the wind...
EPHRAM: Don't! You are forbidden from dispensing advice on anything, ever! You're fired!
[He manages to light it and puts it into the stack of wood but it quickly goes out.]
DR. BROWN: If you just put a piece of...
EPHRAM: ...Fired!
DR. BROWN: Fine. You drive.
EPHRAM: Come on. Come on.
[This match lights but goes out just as quick.]
EPHRAM: AH!
[Ephram gives up, exhausted, then remembers the flare gun. He reaches for it and shoots it straight at the fire. The procedure works. Ephram looks pleased with himself.]
DR. BROWN: That's one way of doing it.
[Ephram warms himself on the fire.]
DR. BROWN: Is she OK?
EPHRAM: She will be when she's safe.
DR. BROWN: You know, you can only do so much for her, Ephram. She may wander again.
EPHRAM: I know.
DR. BROWN: You were right, you know. About me trying to control everything. I do that.
EPHRAM: No, really?
DR. BROWN: Your mom used to be the only one who could call me on it. It used to help me keep people alive. Taking charge, knowing the right thing to say all the time. It's an instinct that I cultivated for surgery that made me capable of doing things so fantastic, I can't even take credit for 'em. That same compulsion that people nurtured in me then, is what's making me... making me screw everything up now. For you, for Delia. These past few months I feel like, the only thing I've done right, is help a few strangers get better and... stop talking out loud to my dead wife.
EPHRAM: Ah, that's something.
[Cut to Edna's garage, the next day. She's working on her motorcycle.]
DELIA: What's that?
EDNA: A sidecar.
DELIA: What for?
EDNA: We're gonna go see about a rabbi.
[Delia smiles and Edna passes her some goggles.]
[Cut to the two driving to Fort Cedres, a military base. They stop and Edna walks up to the Commander.]
DELIA: Are we in the army?
