DR. LEWIS: I'm booked up. Come back in after Thanksgiving. You're worrying far too much about this. This is no big deal. Give my love to Rose.
[Dr. Abbott lets out an "I can't believe it" laugh.]
[Cut to Mama Joy's. Nina is filling Dr. Brown in on the back story surrounding the Maxwells.]
NINA: It's legendary around here. The story of Marty Maxwell's brother. Daniel Maxwell was the most brilliant mind Everwood has ever known. The great scholar of romantic literature with a head only for his works and his books.
DR. BROWN: No social butterfly, huh?
NINA: Mmm hmm. Which is why the whole town was stunned when he got married. But, the marriage didn't last because one day, for no reason at all, Danny went crazy.
DR. BROWN: Well, actually, the onset of mental illness tends to be gradual...
NINA: He extended into madness just like the poor ladies he used to write about.
DR. BROWN: In a day?
NINA: Mmm hmm. Left his house on Summer Square, never came back. Moved into the woods. Lived out there ever since.
DR. BROWN: He moved into the woods?
NINA: Mmm hmm.
DR. BROWN: OK, this is starting to sound like one of Ephram's comic books. I mean, did he own a house out there? Or did he buy it? Or... When did he buy it? A house move takes at least a month. What, was he a squire?
NINA: It's a legend, Andy, not a real periodical.
DR. BROWN: Well, it all sounds very iffy to me.
NINA: Ah, I saw the shack once.
DR. BROWN: You did?
NINA: Mmm hmm. Went out to deliver some food a few years ago, it nearly scared me out of my wits. It was like dropping off food for the boogey man.
DR. BROWN: Could you draw me a map of where you went?
NINA: Are you gonna go see him? You're a brave man, Andy.
DR. BROWN: [handing her a napkin] You. Map. Draw.
[Nina pulls out a pen and starts drawing.]
[Cut to the Brown home. Ephram is in the kitchen preparing food. Dr. Brown walks in.]
DR. BROWN: Finally had it with my cooking?
EPHRAM: I'm practicing the biscuits.
DR. BROWN: Art said that they were included.
EPHRAM: I know. I canceled Art's.
DR. BROWN: Why?
EPHRAM: I'm gonna do it. The way Mom used to.
DR. BROWN: Well, I was gonna do it the way Mom did too. But just faster.
EPHRAM: I can do this.
DR. BROWN: You know, Ephram, being Mom isn't as easy as it looks. I've been trying for the better part of a year and as miraculous and as wonderful as we all thought she was, we have no idea...
EPHRAM: I know who Mom was. I just need the credit card for groceries.
DR. BROWN: You sure you wanna do this? 'Cause Art's is fine, it'll be so much easier.
EPHRAM: Delia wants it to be like Mom's.
DR. BROWN: OK, well if you're gonna cook, I'll help you.
EPHRAM: Ah! It's alright. I've got it.
DR. BROWN: You don't have to do this, Ephram.
EPHRAM: Yes, I do. For Delia.
{COMMERCIAL BREAK}
[Open on a funeral.]
