[He hangs up the phone.]
DR. BROWN: [to himself] If he ever comes home.
[Cut to a diner in Denver. Ephram and Amy are having dinner. Amy is eating too fast, which Ephram notices.]
EPHRAM: Take it easy. You don't have to inhale it.
AMY: I'm so starving, I had no idea.
[She finishes her plate.]
AMY: Thank you for coming with me, Ephram.
EPHRAM: It's cool. I was pretty hungry too.
AMY: No, I meant for coming all the way out here. To Denver and the hospital and everything. It means a lot to me.
EPHRAM: Yeah, well, I didn't really wanna be in school today. What with my dad being porn king.
AMY: Was it this bad in New York?
EPHRAM: You mean was I this big a geek back home?
AMY: I didn't mean it like that.
EPHRAM: It's OK. I only went to one dance at my old school. The winter semi-formal. I asked Kathryn Adams to go. She wasn't the most popular girl in school, but she was the prettiest. She had this whole punk-Gwen Stefani look going on, which most girls in high school can't pull off but... she did. Anyway, my friends dared me to ask her. I did. And she actually said yes, which is like, total shock. The day of the dance, Kathryn calls. She's sick, she can't go. Now, of course, I can't tell my mom this because she's so excited for me and I don't want her to know what a loser her son is. So I get all dressed up in my suit, grab the corsage and leave like I'm gonna go pick up Kathryn. Except of course I don't. Instead, I go see Rush Hour 2, which, actually is a pretty decent movie.
AMY: I take it Kathryn wasn't really sick?
EPHRAM: Turns out she was. She had mono and was out for the rest of the semester.
AMY: See, you weren't geeky at all. Gwen Stefani was gonna take you.
[Amy stares up at the clock. It's going on ten past nine.]
AMY: Is that the right time? We missed our bus.
EPHRAM: Yeah? We'll catch the next one.
AMY: There is no next one.
EPHRAM: Well, that could be a problem.
[Cut back to the Browns. Dr. Brown is pacing up and down the living room floor. Delia is on the couch reading a book.]
DR. BROWN: You think I should call the police? Or, or do you think that's crazy? It's too soon to call the police, don't you think? How could he get lost? And why wasn't he at school? Did he get lost on his way to school?
DELIA: Dad! You've gotta get a grip!
[Someone knocks on the door.]
DR. BROWN: Wait here, Delia.
[He goes to answer the door, then pauses for a brief second. {Whether it is because he sees who's at the door or he thinks it might be police, bearing bad news, is not known so go with your own gut on this one.} Then, Dr. Brown opens the door to reveal Dr. Abbott.]
DR. ABBOTT: Wondering where your little 'hoodlum' is?
DR. BROWN: You know where Ephram is?
DR. ABBOTT: Grab your coat, we're going to Denver.
{COMMERCIAL BREAK}
[Cut to the doctors in Rose Abbott's car, heading for Denver.]
DR. BROWN: I wouldn't have pegged you for a vanilla guy. Lemon, maybe.
DR. ABBOTT: It's my wife's car.
DR. BROWN: Ah, that explains the My Best Friend's Wedding CD.
DR. ABBOTT: The CD is mine, I collect soundtracks. Don't... don't sing.
DR. BROWN: You know, I was thinking. We should ask the infected girls to offer a list of recent sexual partners, maybe cross-reference it.
