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 me 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 fragrance named after his lovely fiancée, 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 offensive 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?
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.]
{COMMERCIAL BREAK}
[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.
EPHRAM: 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.]
