[Dr. Abbott walks back over to his office.]
DR. BROWN: Nice meeting you.
DR. ABBOTT: Nut bag.
[Cut to Amy walking through snow. Ephram follows her and is obviously very cold.]
AMY: We're almost there. I told you, you're going to love this place.
EPHRAM: Yeah. I'd love you even more if we were indoors.
AMY: OK, you ready? Look.
[They have stopped. A mountain range covered with snow is in distance.]
AMY: You can see the whole town from here. [points to various places in town] There's Main Street and the grade school. All the factories are over that way. And that's the Church Road. Episcopal, Presbyterian, Catholic, Lutheran, and Baptist.
EPHRAM: Where's the synagogue?
AMY: Why? Are you Jewish?
EPHRAM: Half. My mom.
[Awkward silence]
EPHRAM: Was.
AMY: Sorry.
EPHRAM: About what?
AMY: I didn't mean for the topic to come up.
EPHRAM: Talk is pretty much unavoidable. With what? Her giving birth to me and all.
[Ephram nods his head to a bench. Amy gets the hint. They both back a little ways so they can sit on the bench.]
AMY: So did your dad really work on a king?
EPHRAM: Uh, well, he was just a prince at the time. But, sure.
AMY: What's it like? Having a dad who's famous.
EPHRAM: Oh. It's like this: You're eight years old. He misses your birthday party. You wanna cry about it but he's on TV that night for separating the heads of Siamese twins. You're ten. He's not there to see you in the school play. He is however in the New York Times for restoring the vision of a five-year-old kid. You know that prince you mentioned? I think he was my dad's excuse for missing my elementary school graduation. You know you want to be mad at him. You wanna hate him. But you can't. He's saving lives.
[Silence ensues.]
EPHRAM: Amy. Why are you talking to me?
[Amy is shocked by this abrupt question.]
AMY: What?
EPHRAM: Where I come from, girls like you don't breathe around guys like me without having some secret agenda.
AMY: Mine's world domination.
EPHRAM: Seriously. I mean, you seem to have enough friends. Why are you going out of your way to make me feel welcome?
AMY: You just gotta kinda tragic, lonely thing going on. I dig it.
EPHRAM: You don't happen to listen to Al Green, do you?
AMY: Who's Al Green?
EPHRAM: Oh.
[Cut to Amy and Ephram walking to school.]
[Cut to Bright (Amy's brother) and one of his friends (one of the two teens from earlier) seeing them together.]
[Cut back to Amy and Ephram.]
EPHRAM: I should get to class.
AMY: OK. Right. See you later.
EPHRAM: Bye.
[Camera follows Amy walking to Bright and his friend.]
BRIGHT: Dad's gonna skin your ass when he finds out you're hanging out with that kid.
AMY: Dad's not finding anything out because Bright, you're not going to tell him.
BRIGHT: Oh, aren't I?
AMY: That's right, Bright. No, not if you value that collection of porn you stashed on our computer. What's the title of the filename again? Oh, yeah. "Favorite Biblical Passages."
[Amy walks off between Bright and the friend. Bright tries to say something but nothing comes out.]
TEEN #1: Dude, she is smooth.
[Bright looks at the friend like he's thinking, "you're dead, man".]
[Cut to Dr. Brown on a ladder putting up a sign that reads, "Doctor Brown Family Practice".]
DELIA: It's crooked.
DR. BROWN: Yeah, sure, if you look at it straight on. If you just lean a little bit, it's perfect, see?
[It's snowing. Dr. Brown hears a motorbike stop running. He looks back. Then we see a person get off the motorbike. The person takes off their helmet and goggles and we see it's an old woman (old enough to be a grandmother at least). Dr. Brown is off the ladder by this time. The woman walks over.]
EDNA: You Doc Brown?
DR. BROWN: Yes, I am.
EDNA: You're scrawnier than your picture. Nice to meet you, Sparky. Name's Edna Harper.
DR. BROWN: Hello, Edna.
EDNA: Who's the, uh, private, first class?
