EDNA: Word on the front is that you're turning this outfit into a doctor's office. If so, I've come to inquire about employ.
DR. BROWN: What do you do?
EDNA: Forty years nursing experience. That includes two tours of 'Nam, Army Nurse Corp, thrice decorated. [takes out a resume and hands it out him] Here's a resume. I'm sure you'll find it to your satisfaction.
DR. BROWN: You work for Dr. Abbott?
EDNA: Senior and Junior.
DR. BROWN: Why'd you leave?
EDNA: Unfortunate incident. The details on which I'd rather not to divulge on an account they were of a personal nature. I can assure you, however, the parting was mutual.
DR. BROWN: OK, so I'll tell you what. I'll look this over and I'll call you later in the week.
EDNA: Will do. See ya around, Doc. Adios, Private.
[Edna puts on her gear and walks back to her motorbike and takes off. Dr. Brown gives Delia a smile that seems to say, "Interesting woman."]
[Cut to the Brown home.]
[Cut to the kitchen. Simple piano music is being played by Delia off screen. Dr. Brown is doing the dishes and Ephram is putting them away. Eventually, Ephram gets fed up by Delia's playing and goes into the piano room to stop her.]
EPHRAM: Stop it.
DELIA: It just sits there. No one touches it.
EPHRAM: I said, stop it.
DELIA: [calls out] DAD!
[Dr. Brown comes in.]
DR. BROWN: All right, that's enough, both of you. Delia, go on upstairs and get ready to go to bed. I'll be up in a few minutes to read to you.
DELIA: But I wanna...
DR. BROWN: Go on.
[Delia exits.]
DR. BROWN: She does have a point though, you know. You're gotta to start playing again.
EPHRAM: You're right.
DR. BROWN: I am?
EPHRAM: [sarcastically] Yes, Father. For it is only through the gift of music that I can truly heal the pain that's been grows deep within me. Like, you've ever cared that I've played or not.
[Ephram exits. Dr. Brown thinks a bit and then sighs.]
[Cut to Dr. Brown entering a bathroom. We see the reflection from the mirror. Dr. Brown turns on the sink and washes his face. When he looks up to dry it, he sees Julia there.]
JULIA: What did you say to him?
DR. BROWN: Who?
JULIA: Mr. Warren. About his wife.
DR. BROWN: What could I say? She died on my watch. On top of that, the poor guy was left a family to raise. Guess how many kids?
JULIA: Three?
DR. BROWN: Six. [that answer comes as a shock] For a single dad, that's six kids too many.
JULIA: I think you should grow a beard.
DR. BROWN: You've been saying that for years.
JULIA: I think you'd look distinguished with a beard.
DR. BROWN: I think I'd look like my Uncle Norman.
JULIA: Your Uncle Norman looks distinguished.
DR. BROWN: You have a thing for my Uncle Norman?
JULIA: Do you ever think about it? You must.
DR. BROWN: Think about you and Uncle Norman? I try not to.
JULIA: But you do if you were left alone.
DR. BROWN: That's morbid.
JULIA: I think it's important we talk about it.
DR. BROWN: No, no. You're not going to exercise the spouse's "we think it's important" clause.
JULIA: Why not?
DR. BROWN: Because I'm tired, I had a 16-hour day, and these conversations always end up me getting in trouble. And as far as hypothetical tragedies go, can't we start with a lesser one? Why don't you ask me what I'd do if I lost my sight or hearing or I could never walk again? Why don't you ask me if I could never see another Yankees game or eat up another slice of Famous Ray's Pizza? But don't ask me what I'd do without you.
JULIA: I hate when you do that.
DR. BROWN: Say the right thing?
JULIA: Attempt to say the right thing. The actual right thing would be far less cheesy.
[Julia gets up off the bed at Dr. Brown's lead and she and Dr. Brown start to sway back and forth.]
JULIA: What are you doing?
DR. BROWN: Certain cultures refer to this motion as dancing.
JULIA: But there's no music.
DR. BROWN: Shh. Yes there is. [music starts] There's Gershwin and there's Sinatra. And I think there's even a little Diana Wallick thrown in there but I can't be sure.
