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IRV: Previously on Everwood:

You okay?

Yeah, um...

...I´m just a little tired.

Wanna take a break?

Do you blab everything that happens between us...

-or the stuff of me being sick? -I didn´t.

Do you understand the word "trust"? I don´t think you do.

I simply inquired about Colin´s health

much the same way you came to me.

I came to you in confidence.

-How have his moods been? -Okay.

With an injury like Colin´s

patients can behave unpredictably sometimes.

I´m not saying that you shouldn´t stay close to Colin

but things have changed.

You and Amy are gonna have to figure this out.

You don´t wanna deal with what´s happened to Colin.

And as your doctor and friend, I am telling you...

...he is not out of the woods yet. His symptoms could worsen.

[SCREAMS]

Come on.

IRV: Forget for a minute what the real world looks like.

-Yes! There´s 10. IRV: Forget what you know you know.

-Let´s go. IRV: Sometimes you need to believe...

...in what isn´t exactly there...

...a daydream of better nights...

...a storybook fantasy where life is ordered and consistent

...and tales get awfully exciting...

...before they wrap up nicely for all involved.

11-6, Nuggets win.

-Like you´d make the Nuggets. -I could one day.

I´m gonna be tall. My dad´s tall.

-Bright. -What?

Mom says you have to come inside and do your homework.

Mom says a lot of things. Tell her I´m outside reading.

No, you´re not. You´re playing basketball with your dumb friend.

Shut up.

AMY: Mom, Bright hit me.

Watch this one.

COLIN: You always go for the three...

...and you always miss too.

-Like you can do better? -Eh, maybe.

One-armed bandit.

Dude.

-Are you holding out on me, man? -Maybe.

-What about the sling? -That is history.

As of two minutes ago, I finished my rehab.

The only thing left to do is to trash this old thing...

and my doctors say I´m officially back

from the shop, good as new.

Gone for good. The gimp has retired.

Like you´re about to be.

You can play?

-Better than you. -Oh, you think so?

-Oh, I know so. -Alright.

[COLIN GROANS]

BRIGHT: Yeah!

-Alright. -Let´s see what you got.

Look at this, dawg. Let´s do it. Let´s do it.

Oh! Oh!

Bright.

IRV: But who are we to enforce reality?

After all, you never know when the good angel of fortune...

...might bring a page from your book to life...

...and throw a kind miracle your way.

Hi.

Uh, Denver omelet, please. Or maybe I want the French toast.

I´m short on time. How long does the French toast take?

About as long as you´re taking to order it. What´s the rush?

French toast.

Some magazine is sending a guy to interview me.

Well, I wouldn´t get too excited.

Hardly rare for some local birdcage liner to fill space...

...between the Friday crossword and the tuna-frittata recipe...

...with whatever profile they can muster.

So, what rag is selling ad space on your dime?

New York magazine.

You ever hear of a guy named Joel Hurwitz?

Oh, so you know his work?

Joel Hurwitz covered Rwanda.

Last year alone, he interviewed Arafat and Brad and Jennifer.

His piece on repressed-renewables research...

...was nominated for the Pulitzer in ´98.

He was robbed when they gave it to that drivel

on antibiotic levels in the soil.

Probably the only living American writer

to win the PEN/Faulkner Award...

...who´s bothered to read Faulkner.

He´s coming here to interview you?

It´s no big deal. I promised the editor I´d do it.

He´s an old friend.

Hurwitz is just gonna follow me around for a couple days.

Said he wanted to do a piece on

the city mouse turned country doctor.

I accepted the fact that life stopped being fair to me...

...but this is too much for anyone.

Well, who knows?

Maybe you´ll say something interesting while he´s in town

and he´ll quote you.

Yeah, that would be something.

Joel, the country doctor is more than just a healer

he´s an institution.

That´s good. You there, coffee man. Uh, pen, fast.

Institution....

Edna?

Go to the medical supply house and pick up a couple things.

-What for? We´re stocked. -We need a new defibrillator.

-What´s wrong with the one here? -Oh, it´s broken. It´s bad.

Could you pick us up a new HeartStart FR2 Plus in lemon?

Don´t worry about the phones. You should be back in few hours.

-Are you getting rid of me? -No.

-Are you lying to me? -Yes.

You really think I´m gonna embarrass you

in front of your reporter?

It wouldn´t be the craziest thought I ever had.

Like I give a rat´s hat about some big-city dink

thinks he knows it all.

Are you lying to me?

Did you see his last article?

If you got a problem with Hurwitz

write a letter to the editor. Otherwise, go.

Do you know what you´re planning to say?

It´s a puff piece, Edna.

We´ll probably talk about my workout regimen.

Or lack thereof.

[ALL SINGING "WHERE EVERYBODY KNOWS YOUR NAME"]

And key change.

She never gets tired.

I know, she doesn´t even drink coffee. She´s like an X File.

Explain to me how this is an elective

when nobody wants to be here.

Amy, Ephram, less hablo, more vibrato.

Oh, Colin, hello. Hold on, class.

-What do you need, honey? -I´m sorry to bother you...

...but I need Amy Abbott right away.

Of course, dear. Amy?

Is everything alright?

Yeah, Miss Abbott needs to play hooky the rest of the afternoon.

It´s rather urgent.

And, altos, pick it up from "Shrink ran off to Europe."

[SCHOOL BELL RINGING]

You have to stop following me around, Arnie.

I can´t. I decided you´re my girlfriend.

I am not.

I decided.

Do I have to do anything?

Okay, but only if you do everything I tell you.

Go get my loose-leaf.

Children, take your seats.

Thessaly, put that book away.

You should know better by now than to be reading in my class.

I have good news.

I just came from the principal´s office

where despite my protestations...

...that I wouldn´t trust you in public any more

than I would a troop of baboons...

...we discussed your class trip.

I think you will be most pleased with our choice.

We´ll be traveling back in time to the Ancient Egypt exhibit...

...at the Museum of History.

-We´re seeing the mummies? -I should point out...

...that this fine idea came from Miss Squeaky-Wheel herself.

Delia, take a bow.

She´s my girlfriend.

Dr. Andy Brown?

That´d make you reporter Joel Hurwitz.

Not getting into law school made me

reporter Joel Hurwitz, but yes. Nice to meet you finally.

-Glad you made it. -Roads weren´t that bad.

No, I meant about me.

I´ve been practicing charming banter in my head.

That´s fun. I rattle the guy who tested the cyber knife

on intracranial tumors...

...and won the Neurological Surgeons´ Investigator Award.

How many times?

I´m guessing you already know the answer to that.

-Try me. -I don´t have any patients now.

Why don´t we talk in my office?

No need to jump into the 20 questions.

I drove more the last six hours

than I have in the last six years.

How about a walk? You show me the town you left the big town.

That´d be great. You´re gonna love it.

-Who´s that? -Oh, that´s Edna Harper. She´s my nurse.

She´s a big fan.

So welcome to Everwood...

former silver-mining town and now home to

a population of, uh....

Actually, I have no idea.

Enough to keep two doctors busy.

The other country doctor´s office is right over there...

...although he´s more of a misplaced city-dweller...

...than a corncob-pipe kind of a guy.

And here we have the unattended fruit stand...

...which no one would consider stealing from. Apple?

-Sure. -Hi, Martha.

Nice to see you, doctor. That´s Martha Thompson.

The Martha Thompson...

four-time winner of the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Cake-Off.

Okay. Bye.

Journalists can have a Heisenberg effect.

It wears off eventually.

Well, fortunately, we got Irv Harper.

Lucky husband of my nurse and guaranteed normal person.

-Everybody´s wiggling for attention? -You have no idea.

-Just a smidge. -Well, I never cared much...

...for mainstream journalism, myself.

One of them could come into town

set on writing about one thing...

...and completely miss the more-captivating story...

...about the lone black man living in

a racially homogenous town.

But if anyone wanted to talk about it

I´d probably be open for discussion.

I give up. They´re usually so quaint.

Please, if this place was any more quaint, it´d be a doily.

To be honest, I´m not all that interested in the town, Andy...

...or country doctoring, for that matter.

Then you drove a long way for an apple.

I came to find out what happened to you.

Something made one of the world´s most famous doctors...

...dump his natural habitat...

...to make it in rural, square-state America.

-I don´t know if I made it yet. -Me neither.

Everyone in New York thinks you are on a sabbatical, you know?

Well, it doesn´t matter what they think.

I know your record. You´re too-- What, good? Too big?

Too Andy Brown? For the free clinic to be it for you.

To me, that means you´re up to something.

And I want you to show me what.

I´m guessing we just jumped to the 20 questions.

[BOYS YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

BOY: Man.

[AUSTIN BLOWS WHISTLE]

Let´s go, bring it in, bring it in. Hustle.

Thank you. Let´s play a little five-on-five.

Abbott, Marlow, captains. I´ll let you pick first, Abbott.

Um, let me think. Uh, Colin Hart.

[BOYS CHEERING]

Yeah.

Uh, sorry, Colin. Can´t play today.

No, it´s cool. The sling came off yesterday.

-Good for you. Now step aside. -Seriously, it´s alright.

I don´t care if you can dunk from the line.

Until I see a doctor´s note you´re knitting booties

in the bleachers. So take a powder.

[BOYS BOOING]

BOY: Come on.

Colin.

AUSTIN: Let him go.

Late again, Brown.

I got stuck in lab.

Working on my study why playing sports

makes you call people by their last name.

That´s cute. Throw your sweats on.

Give me a lap for every minute that you´re late, huh?

BRIGHT: Jeff.

EPHRAM: Come on.

You´re a sock. Why do you have to fight me the whole way up?

[CRASHING NEARBY]

[COLIN YELLING]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, take him.

Let go of me!

-Calm down, Colin. COLIN: Let go of me!

AUSTIN: Settle down. COLIN: Let go of me.

I´d much rather we weren´t in this position.

There is a very short list of things we do not...

...and cannot tolerate from our students.

Destruction of property tops that list.

And that´s what you saw.

Right.

We know you´ve been through a lot this year.

And with the obstacles you´ve had to face...

...it´s no surprise that certain frustration will be, unbearable.

Not that that´s an excuse.

Nevertheless, if I understand this correctly...

...this incident was not without provocation.

Benching you, that was-- Wasn´t exactly sensitive of me.

I was doing a bunch of stuff at once and I´m sorry, Colin.

Okay, then.

Fortunately, no one was hurt in this...

...and since nothing of value was damaged...

...I don´t think it´s necessary to get parents involved.

Perhaps it´s best if we just put this whole incident behind us.

Agreed?

Sure.

So that´s it?

Yes, Ephram, that´s it.

-What if they expel him? -Colin´s like Teflon.

They can´t touch him.

The doctors could say they can´t expel him he needs structure.

They know there´s no way he´d do something like that.

-I don´t know. -Hey.

What´d they say?

It´s all cool.

-Really? -Yeah.

It is now.

-Your dad was an auto mechanic. -You did your homework.

My dad was a great auto mechanic, best in Rhode Island.

Best anywhere, probably.

He specialized in French cars: Peugeot, Renault.

He liked to joke that they required the most servicing...

but I knew it was because they were the hardest to get right.

He liked a challenge.

You inherited that.

Maybe, I don´t know. We weren´t very close.

Do you miss neurosurgery?

Well, I do a lot of good doctoring here too

but, yeah, I miss it sometimes. But it´s worth it for the kids.

I´m not saying everything´s perfect.

We have our good days and bad days.

-Ephram. Wanna come sit down? -No.

ANDY: Everything okay? EPHRAM: No.

ANDY: You wanna talk? EPHRAM: Totally.

Not one of our good days.

I´m supposed to be saying prayers to make sure

you get to Egyptian heaven.

I´m not really dead.

Then how can I pull your brains out of your nose?

-How could you be scared of mummies? -I don´t know.

I bet they´re even scarier at night.

ARNIE: Put that back on.

You´re so easy.

Wouldn´t it be cool if we could see the mummies at night?

I wish I could sleep in the museum.

-Like in that book. -What book?

The Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.

That girl, Claudia, decides to live in the museum.

We´re reading it for class.

We just had a test on it.

I bet I could do that. I bet I could sleep in the museum.

No way. How?

When we go on the class trip, I´ll hide.

And have the whole place to myself.

You´ll get busted.

I won´t get busted because you´re going to help me.

Dad.

-Dad! -What?

-What is it, kiddo? -Can I sleep over at Arnie´s?

We´re gonna play Egyptians after seeing the mummies.

I´ll go straight from school.

Sure, I´ll call his mom.

We already asked and she already said okay, okay?

Okay.

-I got this one. -Oh, thanks.

You met Celine. Your money´s no good here.

So today is actually, uh, house-call day.

Eleven to 4, hence, lunch to go.

I used to make non-emergency calls all the time...

...but it got too tough on the family.

Ah, Robert, Troy, now you two are still taking the vitamins...

...like I told you, huh, huh, huh? Good lad, good lad.

Here´s a sucker for each of you. There you go.

Susan.

Well met, fellow healer.

Same to you.

Joel, this is Harold Abbott, the other doctor in town.

The other doctor.

Enjoying your time with our Dr. Brown here?

Had a lot to learn from me about how to be a country doctor...

...here in the country.

Where the very air has a palliative effect

on most ailments.

Yes, well.

Love to stay and chat, but I´ve got an office

chock-full of patients... ...requiring my attention.

Hate to keep any of them waiting.

After all, you never know which case is going to turn out...

...to be the one that you became a doctor for.

Mr. Hurwitz.

If you have any questions at all...

...about anything...

...even about Dr. Brown...

...don´t hesitate to call.

Just might do that.

[MAN SNEEZING]

It´s been like this nonstop.

Listen, you live in a tree.

How could you possibly have hay fever?

Think I cracked a rib sneezing last night.

Any chance you´ll take that as a sign to return to sea level?

-You´ve been up here, what, four weeks? -That´s not an option.

If I leave, they´ll cut her down.

Could you toss me up some of those antihistamines?

Ugh. Sorry.

Damn sapsuckers are everywhere.

Wanna prove they got the soy nuts to take us on.

Hey, why don´t you get back at your parents on your own time?

This has to rank as one of Dr. Brown´s

more memorable patients.

I don´t know if I´d say that.

Really? What would you say?

Tree-hopping for longhairs doesn´t really compare

to what he did for Colin Hart.

Who?

The coma kid. You didn´t know about that?

Thought that was why you were here.

Fourth of July, there was a car accident.

Kid goes flying through the windshield

out in a coma for four months.

Nobody has any clue what to do.

That is, till Dr. Brown goes in to see him.

Now the kid´s back to life like

he´d done nothing more than skip breakfast.

Can´t believe he didn´t tell you about that.

Me neither. What was that kid´s name again?

BRIGHT: Colin.

Wanna play some ball?

You think Mr. Austin will let me on this time?

Pretty safe bet. He really thinks you freaked out on him.

-What do you mean? -You were just using

the "coma boy" "get out of jail free" cards, playing it up.

Yeah, definitely. You´d do the same thing, right?

BRIGHT: Definitely.

-I´ll catch up with you later. BRIGHT: Alright.

Hey.

-What´s going on? -Wanna shoot hoops?

That´s alright. I´m on dinner duty.

Delia starts scarfing sugar cereal

if I´m not quick with takeout.

You know, yesterday in, uh, Ackerman´s office...

...why´d you try to sell me out?

-I didn´t sell you out. -"That´s it?" Heh.

-I mean, what was that? -It caught me off-guard.

-It was pretty messed up. -It´s no big deal.

No big deal? You took a bat to the teacher´s office.

Hey, he started it.

What about the car window, did he start it?

Or the trophy case? I figured it out, alright? I´m not stupid.

Listen, man, I´m fine. I wasn´t for a long time, but I beat it.

I mean, I can read, I can hold numbers in my head...

...I can bench-press 160.

I lost a lot, but I can make new memories.

-I´m doing good. -Yeah, you´re doing good.

But that guy in there with the bat?

That wasn´t you.

Alright, so I lost it.

But I got it under control.

Fine. You can keep me in line. You can help me.

Help you cover?

COLIN: God, would you get over this? The world already has.

When you were the golden boy I could ignore it

but you scare me.

Okay.

-If that´s the way you want it. -Not much of a choice.

Is this, some pathetic last ditch effort to get me off Amy?

To get her to think I´m still being spoon-fed applesauce?

You know, no wonder my sister took off and left you alone.

You believe whatever you want.

The rest of the world already does.

Hey, come on, wait. Don´t, Ephram.

Dude, it´s not what you think.

You watch. I´m not like that.

I´m not like that.

[PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC]

One more try, that bitch is yours.

I´m skipping ahead, thanks.

Is that for your recital?

No. The recital piece I can play.

This is impossible. Liszt wrote it because nobody else

would be able to play it. I try to prove him wrong

when I need to get out of my head.

Colin said you tried to get him busted

told the principal on him.

-Well, that makes sense. -Did you?

You pick any other subject and we´ll talk for hours.

Art, horses, I´ll even do sports.

You know, I heard our field-hockey team

demolished Ben Franklin?

-Just tell me what happened. -Let me guess.

Colin told you I might try to tell you he was sick

so you´d doubt him, right?

Everyone thinks I´m a lot dumber than I am. Why is that?

Do I dress dumb?

It´s your fault, you know.

You´re the one that told me to have faith.

You´re the one who told me...

...that I couldn´t give up on Colin even if I tried, remember?

I promised Colin that I´d stay on his side

no matter what and I will.

Colin´s alive. He even got his arm back.

Ninety-five percent of him is what it was before the accident

...and everyone wants to concentrate

on the 5 percent that´s still broken?

I mean, come on, Ephram. Colin´s been through hell

to get where he is.

Believe me, whatever it is that´s wrong now

he can handle it.

No, he can´t.

Well, then I can.

Good luck with that.

-Look, I´m a mummy. -Not until high school.

Children, line up.

Get ready.

-You can´t. -I´m gonna.

-You have a snack? -Two bags of cookies, juice box.

-Just in case. -Thanks.

After I call your name, please step out and onto the bus.

-Tiffany Andrews. GIRL 1: Here.

VIOLET: Jenny Borthwick. GIRL 2: Here.

-Delia Brown. -[AS DELIA] Here.

VIOLET: Douglas Clark. BOY 1: Here.

-Lance Dobson. BOY 2: Here.

VIOLET: Lisa Haskins. GIRL 3: Here.

VIOLET: Scotty Swanson. BOY 3: Here.

VIOLET: Todd Olman. BOY 4: Here.

BRIGHT: "Do you feel being in a small town...

...keeps you away from the more cutting-edge technologies?"

Ha, ha. Of course not, Joel.

A doctor´s best piece of technology is his mind.

How does that feel? Is that sound too sound-bitey?

-I don´t know. It sounds fine. -Bright, pay better attention.

Hurwitz´s work is a direct line to Bartlett´s.

Clearly, a more secure form of immortality than children. Continue.

"And tell me, Dr. Abbott, what are your feelings on homos?"

That´s HMOs, Bright. Content.

Can´t you ask Amy to do this? This is an Amy thing.

That would require us to be on speaking terms.

If you don´t mind.

I need to be prepared if Hurwitz calls me for an interview.

[PHONE RINGING]

[CLEARS THROAT]

-Hello? JOEL: Dr. Abbott, Joel Hurwitz here.

Mr. Hurwitz. Hello.

Well, glad that you called.

Now, how can I help you?

Actually, if it´s alright with you, I´d like to speak to Amy.

I´d really like to meet with her.

The recovery sucked.

I don´t know how else to say it.

You know, Dr. Brown, he performed his magic

and brought me back to life.

But that was just the beginning of the nightmare.

You know, I remember sitting in that hospital bed

and not understanding:

"Why can´t I move my arm?"

You know, everything hurt.

You know, I tried to ask for some water

and I didn´t know how.

Not that I didn´t know what water was, just not the word.

I couldn´t take that again.

Yeah, if I had to pick that or veg out in a coma....

How did you make it?

I did what I had to do.

Amy, she had the hardest job.

No joke.

She helped me remember who I was.

And dealt with the changes.

Changes? Like what, is he different?

In some ways.

Um, the little things, you know? He´s less ticklish now...

...and, um, he bites his nails, that´s new. And gross.

-And kisses different. -Better?

I know there´s a right answer here. Of course, better.

-Slower. -Comprehensive rehab.

Right.

You essentially orchestrated his surgery.

You brought Dr. Brown in.

You never stopped trying...

...even after the doctors told you it was over.

Pretty stupid, huh?

All I knew is that I loved him.

Love made more sense than science.

Before you storm off to your room...

...you might wanna know that the comic store called.

They said that, uh, Ghost in the Shell 2 finally came in...

...and he saved you 10 copies.

Ten?

You find out if Motoko and the Puppet Master...

...are still sharing her cyborg body. First one was really good.

Huh.

So how´s the interview going?

I think I bored Joel away for a while which is good...

...because all that smiling´s giving me TMJ.

I figured you liked the attention.

I would have thought I would have too.

You know, you´re doing that lingering thing that I do.

Which you hate. Something wrong?

There´s something wrong with Colin. I don´t know.

He´s been having these weird episodes.

-Seizures? -No.

It´s more like he´s hulking out.

-I don´t know how to describe. -He got violent?

He didn´t hurt anybody, but he could have.

What the hell´s wrong with him?

I was hoping the nausea would be the end of it.

Well, it could be any number of things

or it could be nothing at all.

-Can you do something? -I wish I could.

His parents won´t let me get near him

to find out what´s happening.

-Talk to them. Tell them. -I told them.

They don´t wanna hear it.

Everybody else knows. A teacher saw him freak out.

I watched him sweep it under the rug.

No one wants to see him as anything but a miracle.

How can you and I be the only ones willing to say anything?

I don´t know.

Maybe it´s like your comics.

Sometimes you just need to tune out...

...and be in a world that does what you want it to.

Some people can´t put the book down.

Cool.

[CLATTERING IN DISTANCE]

You´re not scared...

...are you?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Help!

Someone, help!

Help!

Pickup for Brown.

Look who decided to show up. You keeping an eye on me?

Making sure I stay out of trouble, officer?

I´m sorry, did I slam that too hard?

You know, because that wouldn´t be me.

You and I need to talk.

-You got something to say? -I might.

-Go for it. -Decide to keep your mouth shut?

I don´t have to. You´re no secret. You´re only getting by

...because the whole world has decided to kiss your ass.

-There´s nothing wrong with me. -You´re a good judge of that.

Bet you thought it would stop with puking. You got lot worse.

Probably why Laynie left.

Good job keeping everybody else in line.

What´d you do to keep Amy quiet? You threaten to break up?

-Pretty tough for a little man. -Take it easy.

I´ll relax when he´s talking.

-Man, get off him. Enough. -What the hell?

What, are you on his side?

-Don´t be crazy, man. -Crazy, is that what you think?

-That I´m sick? -I´m starting to.

[GRUNTING]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

It´s open.

Oh, hey, Joel.

I didn´t mention in our last interview

where I left my car keys, did I?

Most people I write about are such self-promoters...

...there´s nothing their publicist hasn´t slipped me.

But you kept the best story to yourself.

Colin Hart. Coma. Bone chip.

The girlfriend who stood at his side...

...and then you swoop in, cape flapping in the breeze.

Coma boy´s drinking milkshakes with the blond.

A very romantic way of looking at it but I wouldn´t be so sure.

We were just talking about sports scores.

Six months ago, he was a paperweight.

-I knew it. -Did you?

Why do you think I came?

I studied you, doctor.

I knew you couldn´t be 10 miles away from a miracle.

It´s just who you are.

Haven´t you ever asked yourself why these things follow you?

All I´m asking now is where are my car keys?

I´m not the romantic here. I´m not the one...

...who thinks he can walk away and make a life in Legoland.

You know as well as I do, every time you climb a tree

to pass out pills you are depriving someone of your gift.

You´ll be back.

Michael Jordan´s retired how many times now?

I don´t care. I have a life here. It´s this.

Your life is a toothbrush.

My daughter is sleeping over at a friend´s house...

and I saw that she forgot her toothbrush, I´m taking it there.

I´ll see you later.

-Hi, Janice. Delia forgot her toothbrush. -Hi.

Delia´s not here.

I´m sorry, she´s having a sleepover with Arnie, right?

Well, not that I know of.

She didn´t come over here after the class trip?

-She told me she was coming. -No. Arnie?

Arnie, do you know where Delia is?

Hey, Bright, guess what.

-Oh, my God. -Yeah.

You okay? What happened?

Nothing.

-Colin. -What did you do?

What did I do?

You probably said something inappropriate.

You´re blaming this on me? Look at what he did.

Colin did this. I don´t like it, but he´s got some problems.

-He doesn´t. -Oh, come on, Amy.

How can you be so clueless? You´re not talking to Dad.

You´re gonna blame this on me? You´ve gotta stop, okay?

You´ve seen him. You know. He is not the person we grew up with.

-If he was, I wouldn´t miss him. -This is when he needs us.

-You can´t just give up on him. -Yes, I can.

Bright. Bright, please.

Please, just don´t tell Dad.

Tell him it´s from a game, that you fell.

Please.

I´m in trouble, aren´t I?

You have no idea how much trouble you´re in.

Do you know how terrified I was?

Even when Arnie told me you were hiding there...

...all I thought about was what could have happened to you.

-I didn´t mean to scare you. -Well, you did. A lot.

And you lied to me. What were you thinking, honey?

I thought it´d be like in the story.

-But stories aren´t like life. -I wish they were.

Me too.

And you gotta promise to stop bossing that shrimpy kid around.

He likes you.

You shouldn´t take advantage of people who like you.

-He´s not your slave. -But I need one.

Can you keep the lights on, maybe?

People get bored of Everwood in half the time you´ve been here.

I´m leaving tomorrow.

-Gonna make my dad look good? -I haven´t decided yet.

ANDY: He thinks I should be back in New York.

Well, I´ve been saying that since the day we got here.

Gonna go check on Delia.

-You got any kids? -Not yet.

-Smart man. -Heh, heh.

You might wanna be careful what you write about Colin.

He´s not what you think.

Off the record, he has physical and behavioral symptoms...

...that no one´s gonna tell you about.

A responsible journalist might wanna make certain

before calling him a miracle.

I´ve gotta write something.

And these days, you´re not much of a story without him.

That´s fine.

-How can you possibly not care? -I´ve been in enough stories.

My wife used to keep a scrapbook.

Every article ever written about me.

She called it "The Book of Andy."

It was very big.

No, I´m not much of a story now.

No one notices me anymore.

People don´t whisper when I walk into a room.

Do I miss it? Sometimes.

Do I think about going back? Probably.

But I found my daughter...

...because I noticed a toothbrush in a cup by the sink.

And last night...

I had a pretty long conversation with my son right over there.

Now, that might not sound like much...

...but, uh, if you´d have told me that a year ago....

This is my miracle.

But you´re not gonna write about any of that, are you?

I noticed you have a Rockwell there.

The Country Doctor, It´s a good one, wholesome.

Comforting.

All of his paintings are.

You know, Norman Rockwell grew up in Manhattan.

104th and Amsterdam, 20 blocks from where you used to live.

It was one of the worst neighborhoods.

He used to sit on his roof...

...and watch the Irish and Italian street gangs...

...fight themselves bloody with bicycle chains.

And then he promptly went and spent the rest of his life

...painting comforting pictures of a kinder, simpler world.

Thousands of them.

Where the worst thing a doctor could treat is a black eye.

Rockwell employed his talents...

...to shape reality into what he wanted it to be.

It didn´t matter if that world was ever real.

He made it real.

That´s my job.

Your job is to pose for the picture.

How long is he gonna be like that?

I don´t know.

Is there anyone in your family you´re still talking to?

Down to my mom, but dinner´s getting kind of tense.

They´re just trying to get between us.

You know me better than anyone.

And you know it´s not like what they said.

I mean, my best friend just turned on me...

...and I got a little mad. What was I supposed to do?

Look, you brought me back, Amy.

You did.

And there is nothing that is more important to me than us.

I know, me too.

You promise?

["Freedom" by David Gray]

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

♫ Just trying to keep my head together ♫

♫ And as we make our vow ♫

♫ Let us remember how ♫

♫ There´s nothing good that lasts forever ♫

EPHRAM: "Colin Hart´s miraculous full recovery...

...continues to stun those who knew and missed him.

Rescued by the graced hands of Andrew Brown...

whose show of wonders promises to return him to New York...

...an even larger legend than when he left--"

-It´s everything you told him not to say. -Yep.

Sounds like you packed your powers, took the show on road.

Yep.

Like you came to Everwood to resurrect Colin

and now you´re done.

Doesn´t mention how the Harts fired you.

Nope.

But it´s a complete lie.

Everyone´s gonna believe it now. How could he write this?

IRV: Right or wrong...

...it´s always easier to believe in what isn´t there.

Rockwell himself put it pretty well. He said:

"The view of life I communicate in my pictures...

...excludes the sordid and the ugly."

He said:

"I paint life as I would like it to be."