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NARRATOR: Previously on Everwood:

ANDY: How much time we talking about, Jake? Couple of days?

My good old son-in-law. We just got here, you´re kicking us out?

ANDY: Know about this? -They said they might visit.

While they´re here, know how you behave?

-Distant and miserable? -Yeah. Do the opposite.

So how are you really?

Because, you know, I heard Col, he´s not doing that well.

I think you should take a break, try and move on a little bit.

You know what, Ephram?

Maybe you should move on.

JACOB: What do you want, Ephram?

I don´t mean permission to go to a party. I mean for your life.

-Uh, I don´t know. -Well, figure it out.

And make it happen.

-Hey. What´s going on? JACOB: We´re just talking.

About New York. About Ephram coming to live there with us.

You think you decided something?

Few months in the mountains makes up for missing his life?

It doesn´t. He´s not doing well, Andy.

Not here and not with you, and you know it.

ANDY: I had an epiphany this morning, Delia...

...that Pop-Tarts are actually just square cookies...

...so today, I am making eggs.

-Morning. -Hey.

-You hungry? -Uh, no.

JACOB: Ephram?

Ephram. Ah, there you are. I just got off the phone

with your old pal, Mr. Ziegler.

-From Middleworth? -Yeah.

Wouldn´t exactly call my headmaster an old pal.

Well, he is today.

He said the school will be thrilled to have you back.

That is, if you decide to go.

You could start as early as winter term.

-That´s in three weeks. -We´ll go back earlier.

Gives you time to get yourself together.

Oh, I forgot the most important thing.

Given the circumstances they´ll overlook your grades.

Doesn´t mean you don´t have to go to school today.

Outstanding! Only problem is I haven´t said he could go yet.

No one said you did, but if he is going...

...things have to be ready. You can´t pick and move a kid.

You don´t ignore his dad either. I said I´d think about it.

If you wanna think about it, then, think about it.

You can´t expect me to keep my hands...

...in my pockets while you do.

[DOOR CHIMES]

Muffin. Coffee.

[CASHIER CLEARS THROAT]

Go ahead. Just-- Just take it.

[WOMAN COUGHS]

Why is Edna scaring everyone?

Because that´s what she does.

-Not this much. -Saturday´s her birthday.

-What are you doing for her? -Ha, ha. Nothing.

-Nothing? -Uh-huh.

-Why not? -Because I am a very smart man.

-Don´t wanna throw her a party? -No, I do not.

-Do you want someone else to? -Ha. I´d like to see them try.

-Oh, gotta go? Oh. -Gotta go, Ruth.

This local paper of yours is absolutely addictive.

I can´t even finish breakfast anymore

without reading the police blotter.

Edna´s birthday´s soon and no one´s having a party.

Well, that´s not right.

-We could do it. -Really?

I don´t see why not.

I could teach you all my secrets.

Mr. Irv sounded like Edna wouldn´t want a party.

The Lupus Foundation didn´t want a party either.

Now they´re bigger than MS...

...thanks to me.

-You on fire or something? -No such luck.

Can I bum a cigarette?

-You don´t smoke. -I do sometimes.

-When? -When I need to.

Ah.

You know, it´s not fair.

I have one a week because you´re my doctor.

-Now you are taking advantage. -Yeah, Julia hated these.

And now I feel even guiltier when I sneak one.

So, you wanna spill it or do I have to get rough?

Ephram´s getting ready to leave.

Ah.

-I haven´t said yes or no yet. -Oh.

They act like my opinion doesn´t mean a damn thing.

Well, it doesn´t mean a damn thing until you give it.

-Can´t. -I don´t think of you as...

...someone who keeps his mouth shut.

I haven´t said anything because

I´m trying to do the right thing.

-I don´t know what that is yet. -So, what does that matter?

-I wanna be sure. -Andy, I could tell you...

...as a parent that I have never felt sure about anything.

Schools, haircuts, breakfast.

Still can´t believe the hospital ever let me take Sam home.

Do what you want.

I´m trying to think less about what I want.

Doing what I wanted is what brought him here.

Doing what you want may have been a mistake?

Maybe.

Talk to your father-in-law--

-That´s not a good idea. -Why?

´Cause if I get in the same room, I´ll probably kill him.

DELIA: Edna! Mr. Irv!

You are both cordially invited to commemorate the day...

...of your birth with festivity and friends.

We´re throwing Edna a birthday party. It´s gonna be great.

I already told everybody.

We´d be delighted, wouldn´t we?

Use your words, Edna.

Thank you.

Great.

-Oh, don´t forget. It´s formal. RUTH: Ha, ha.

Wonderful.

You mind if I, uh, watch SpongeBob?

Yes, I mind, I´m studying. Besides, I´m still mad at you.

Still? Yes, it´s gonna last forever because my name is Amy.

I never do anything wrong and I´ve got perfect skin.

I´m not the one who forgot to flush this morning.

-SpongeBob. -Oh, my, that´s too good.

No, no, thank you for the invitation.

We will all certainly be there. Bye, honey.

-Be where? -The Browns´ house.

You´re willingly going to Dr. Brown´s?

I am when they´re throwing my mother a birthday party.

-Don´t they know? HARRY: Evidently not.

Oh, this will be priceless. Where is my camera?

BRIGHT: Take a lotta pictures. I´m not going.

Woman´s bad enough when it´s not her birthday.

He doesn´t go, I don´t have to.

-We´ll need a gift. -I´m already sick to my stomach.

-Shake the velociraptor in her-- -Just call--

Children, please.

Like it or not, that woman is direct kin...

...and we are not going to miss out on her abject misery...

...as a family.

So, Bright, just do what you can to stay out of her way. And you.

-You adore your grandmother. -It´s not her, I just don´t...

...know how I feel going to the Browns´ house.

You were friends with the son, the one with tuberculosis.

-Not recently. -Ah.

Excellent. I´ll start dinner.

[PHONE BEEPS]

Finally found the good napkins. Still in a box in the garage.

-Oh, you on the phone? -Uh, no.

No. Trying to decide if I should tell anyone I might be moving.

-Like Delia? -Among others.

She´s a smart girl. She´ll understand.

-Think so? -Your father could help you...

-...talk to her. -We didn´t plan this together.

-We´re not exactly talking. -Maybe you should.

-He seemed pretty pissed. -Come with me.

This used to be our table. Heh.

Did anyone ever tell you about the first time

your father and grandfather met?

-No, was there much blood? -Ha, ha.

Ah, Jacob had been hearing it in both ears...

...about your father for weeks.

In the hospital about the genius hotshot...

...and at home from Julia about this handsome kid...

...sweeping her off her feet the past few months.

And he doesn´t like any of it.

Well, she finally brings him home.

We finish dinner. I made a brisket.

And your father has that look in his eyes...

...like he knows what he wants...

...and he´s here to ask for it, permission to marry her.

-I bet that went well. -I shuffle Julia out of...

...the dining room, leave the two of them alone.

Before your father gets out a word...

...your grandpa pulls out a bottle of Polish vodka...

...and he puts the bottle down.

Right here, on the table. Heh.

Takes out two shot glasses and starts pouring.

Those two went shot for shot for an hour...

...talking about anything but Julia...

...waiting to see which one would blink or drop first.

Neither did.

I hadn´t ever seen anyone keep up with Jacob before.

But your father just wouldn´t be beaten.

-He didn´t want to lose. -He didn´t know how.

So, what happened?

They both fell half asleep at the table.

Your father never did ask directly and Jacob...

...never said yes directly. But as my father used to tell me:

"The Talmud says, ´Silence is approval.´"

Your father´s not angry at you.

It´s been like this between them for years.

They´ll always be trying to drink each other...

...under the table.

IRV: No matter how old you are...

...it´s hard not to get excited when snow starts to fall.

Because so long as it keeps coming...

...no one can make you go anywhere or do anything.

All life´s rules are suspended.

Somebody called you from New York. A friend named Scug?

Yeah, the one with the shaved head.

He was only at the house like every day.

Well, he called. He said that Rachel Ackerman is having...

...a mondo roof party before winter term.

Apparently, she´s, um--

Let me make sure I got this right.

--totally hot for your ass.

Yeah, city girls are a little faster than the girls out here.

I´d like to talk about this New York--

Can we do this later? I´m trying to get dressed.

HARRY: Hey, Bright.

Well, this is not a jacket and tie.

-This is not even pants. -I´m not going. I´m sick.

-Uh-huh. Where? -My stomach.

-Think I got spina buffalo. -You hardly see her once a year.

[HARRY SIGHS THEN CHUCKLES]

No such luck. Get dressed.

Probably just yack on their floor.

Please do.

[PARTYGOERS CHATTERING]

[PLAYING UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC]

RUTH: I´m so glad you came.

Mwah, mwah.

[BOTH SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Welcome. May I be the first to say good evening?

-Thanks. Don´t you look lovely. -I don´t?

He means you do.

Oh, thank you. Would you please come in?

I´m the hostess.

ROSE: Oh. -Yes.

Hi, Delia.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

You´re huge.

I´m Bright, by the way. That´s a way cool outfit.

It itches.

[PARTYGOERS APPLAUDING]

Oh, thank you, thank you.

-Drink, doctor? -Oh, no, thank you.

I wanna be perfectly lucid when my mother arrives.

She will be miserable. That will give me great joy.

-One snort won´t kill the view. -Oh.

Ah. Cramp.

Never play Gershwin on an empty stomach.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Oh, please, let it be her.

-You came! -I did.

-You´re wearing regular clothes. -Don´t push it.

[ALL CHEERING AND APPLAUDING]

Come, come, woman of honor. Time to present you to the throng.

I´d watch my back if I were you. My memory is long and I´m petty.

You will love it. Ha, ha. Here she is.

-Happy birthday. -Happy birthday.

It´s like Christmas.

-I did my part. -It wasn´t that bad, was it?

If anyone else needs me, I´m in the officer´s club till closing.

-Hi. EDNA: Shut up.

-Bathroom? -Up, left, past the messy room.

You guys have a nice house, messy room notwithstanding.

This is weird, huh? Look, you´re stuck with me until cake.

We can hang up the tension if you want.

Peace?

JAKE: Hey, Ephram.

Come on over, show off for your guests.

Sorry, summoned.

-Hey. -Yeah, yeah.

Peace. Sure. Gotta go.

[ALL CHATTERING]

Ah, ah, ah. I hope you´re not trying to cook anything.

What you do to food most people can only do by digesting it.

I´m just trying to be helpful. I haven´t done much lately.

You´re hosting. That´s more than enough.

The rest of the headaches are mine.

Speaking of, where do you keep the Advil?

It´s hard not to feel that you´re throwing a party...

...tonight to celebrate my failure.

I promise you, Andy, I wish it had never come to this.

I have to get some more of those spinachy things. They´re unreal.

Sorry.

You and I could always talk, Ruth.

You´ve always been straight with me.

Did you two come here just to take Ephram back?

You´re great with Delia.

But with Ephram, it´s never been a secret.

Now, he´s miserable here.

I can´t imagine you enjoy watching that.

A lot was dumped on you before you could handle it.

We´re just trying to take on our part, make it easier on you.

[PIANO PLAYING BAROQUE MUSIC]

RUTH: Hmm.

They have a good rhythm, Andy.

Listen.

[BAROQUE MUSIC CONTINUES]

-What do you do for a living? -Well, I go to school.

-Me too. I´m in third grade. -Miss Violet? I had her.

Twice. I got left back.

I don´t think I could handle one time. She´s boring.

But we did get to paint state flags.

Oh, yeah, I did that.

Twice.

You hungry?

No, I haven´t been able to eat anything all day.

-Kind of allergic to my grandma. -I´ll get you some tea.

Oh, thanks. You know, you´re like the only one...

...in your family that isn´t a total freak.

You haven´t said hello to Bright.

He hasn´t said anything to me either.

It doesn´t bother you that your own grandson is avoiding you?

He´s a softie. I´ve got enough of those.

I don´t need him to like me.

Fine.

-Hey. -Hey.

-So, having fun? -Ah, loads.

Parties are a lot easier when you can drink.

Is it my imagination...

...or is your face about the color of balsa wood?

-I´m not feeling too great. -You always did have...

...a stomach like a sea cucumber. One twiddle...

...we all knew what was for breakfast.

-Well, thanks. That´s helpful. -I didn´t mean it like that.

You said it like that.

-We done here? -Oh, yeah.

-Oh, sorry, I was-- -I´ll get out of your way.

You don´t have to. You can stay here and talk to me.

-What´s there to talk about? -Oh, I think plenty.

Thought you´d be happy I was going back.

-Why would you think that? -Years of experience.

Forget about me for a second.

Any idea what this´ll do to your sister?

More than when you moved us here.

We would´ve been fine in New York. You´d be respectable...

...and out of my face instead of crazy. I´m going back.

Because you and your grandfather have made up...

...your minds doesn´t mean I have.

I may not be your favorite, but I´m still your father.

-It´s my decision. -Unbelievable.

You´re not even sorry I´m going. You´re mad I´m going with him.

It is all just a competition with you.

You have no idea what this is to me.

We´ll talk about this later when you calm down.

No. No, you wanna talk, let´s talk.

Come on, let´s talk. Say something.

-We shouldn´t do this now. -I miss home.

I miss knowing my way around, friends I can trust.

I miss not feeling like a freak.

I miss not being around people who think Cats is an opera.

All you gotta do is say it. Just say it.

Just say, "You can go back." You know you want to.

Don´t put words in my mouth. You wanted to move back.

You´re leaving?

No, he´s just thinking about it.

Oh, come on, you love this stuff.

My fate´s in your hands. You dragged me here and...

...you get to own me going back.

-Listen-- EPHRAM: No, you listen.

I´m asking you.

You tell me, you really think I´d be happier in Everwood...

...or better off in New York?

I think you´d be happier in New York.

That´s what I thought.

[DOOR SLAMS]

ANDY: It´s an appy. HARRY: You don´t know that.

-Check the leg. -I will.

-It´s gonna be tender. -It might.

-And fever too. I´m telling-- -It might be his appendix.

Don´t you have enough trouble with your own kids?

-Does this hurt? -Ow!

-You know why. -I knew my luck was too high.

Your appendix is inflamed. That´s nothing to be scared.

It runs in our family. You now share in our good fortune.

-Do they have to take it out? ANDY: Probably.

-We´ll take him to the hospital. -Have you seen the snow?

More than a foot´s come since we´ve been here, waist-high.

-Can´t we call a plow? -Irv is here.

Irv is the plow.

90 percent, there are no complications in the first day.

We´ll all probably only be stuck here overnight.

Stuck. Oh, fantastic. Couldn´t have come at a better time.

May as well make ourselves comfortable.

-Where´s your snow stuff? -Snow stuff?

HARRY: Bedding, toothbrushes, condensed milk.

Emergency extras for when guests get snowed in--

Oh, don´t tell me.

You people should have a packet explaining all your customs.

I thought snow was part of the routine.

Well, it is, genius. Only sometimes the snow wins.

Why do you and Dad hate each other?

We don´t hate each other.

Then how come you wanna leave?

It´s hard to explain.

Remember last week it was really cold...

...you tried on some of your old sweaters?

-I got too big for them. -Yeah.

I couldn´t move my arms.

That´s kind of how I feel about Everwood.

-Make sense? -I think so, except...

...you´re not too big. You fit here.

[NINA CHUCKLES]

We were once snowed in during a slumber party.

Half a dozen 5-year-olds running around for three days.

I suspect the parents could´ve gotten here in two

but they wanted the break. After using towels for blankets...

...I vowed never to be unprepared again.

-Aren´t you listening to me? -Sorry.

No, it´s fine. I need to brace myself for the, uh, self-pity.

This isn´t self-pity.

I´m trying to do what´s right for Ephram.

I´m trying to give him what he wants.

The funny thing is he thinks I don´t care.

And every time I try and tell him...

...someone says something stupid. I say something stupid.

And it all just goes to hell.

You said it fine right there. Why don´t you go tell him that?

I can´t do that. He might change his mind.

Well, isn´t that what you want? Go for it.

I want what´s right for Ephram.

And I´m beginning to think that I´m not it.

Scale of 1 to 10, how do you like your honesty?

-What? -I´m just trying to tell you...

...you´re being an idiot and I need to know...

...how much to sugarcoat it.

You´re not sure you´re what´s right for Ephram.

Is that all you got? I give you more credit.

I thought you had something more.

Since when is there dignity in parenthood?

You´re changing diapers for God´s sakes...

...and suddenly you wanna be noble?

Don´t look at me like that. You had sympathy.

Thank you. You´ve been very helpful.

Well, who says that I have to be nice all the time?

And who says you do?

AMY: Hiding?

Watching the snow.

It´s different here than in New York. Chunkier.

I used to like rain better, but I´m now on the fence.

I like the snow. Snow has something to say.

When it falls down like this, it´s like time stops.

Everyone stays home and I don´t know...

...drinks hot chocolate. Am I allowed?

Thank you.

[EPHRAM SIGHS]

Why didn´t you tell me you were leaving?

I didn´t think you´d have an opinion.

Of course I would.

Sorry. That came out wrong.

I didn´t tell ya ´cause I needed to figure it out for myself.

Like it or not, you tend to have an effect on my moods.

I´ve seen your moods. That´s a lot of pressure.

It´s nothing you do on purpose.

Like when you´re nice to me, there´s nothing that I can´t do.

And when you´re mad at me...

...it´s all I can think about, you know.

When you say things like, "Maybe you should move on"...

...kind of sticks with me for a little while, you know.

You´re in my head.

I´m sorry.

It´s okay. Not your fault.

It is, sometimes.

I don´t exactly have a history of being cautious...

...with your feelings, Ephram.

If it helps any, my moods have been lousy too.

I thought it was bad when Colin was gone.

Now he´s awake and I can´t even go see him.

His parents kicked me out. They said he wasn´t ready.

-That sucks. -It really does.

So now that the decision´s yours, you´re really gonna go?

I think so, yeah.

New York has everything, right?

-Everwood has really good snow. -That´s your pitch?

[PLAYING SOFT MUSIC ON PIANO]

-I wanna talk to you. -In a minute.

No, now.

-So here it comes, huh? -Yes, here it comes.

It´s time you know what I think about this.

-We heard what you think. -Not all of it.

-I think it stinks. -Bravo.

You put me in this position.

Blame me if you want, but I´m doing what you´d do...

...if you could see the shape you´re in.

You´re barely holding together.

Your boy is depressed. I talk to him about how he hates it...

...here how you tear each other´s heads off.

-You know he asked to leave. -Only because you pushed him.

You knew when you packed your bags you were gonna take him.

-You were looking for a reason. -I don´t need a new reason.

The old reason´s just fine.

Andy, you were always only just half a person.

Yeah, you´re a great surgeon, but you´re only a surgeon.

As a man...

...you´re like glass. No substance, no soul.

And you´re lucky with Delia...

...because she´s so crazy about you, she can´t tell.

But Ephram knows. He sees right through you...

...because you don´t have Julia to cover your ass.

I´ve done pretty well for my kids under the circumstances.

Pretty well, huh?

In this ridiculous town where you can live your half-a-life...

...and get thanked for it because your medicine is free?

Where you can pretend to be the new Andy...

...because you can cook dinner?

You´re squandering your gift.

And I´m not gonna let you sink Ephram with you.

-You lose this round. -We both lost that day!

I haven´t thought about you for one minute since she died.

Those kids are all I´ve got left in the world.

There´s no way in hell anybody´s gonna take them away from me.

I was a father too.

And you´ve been taking what´s mine since the day we met.

You took my daughter and you neglected her...

...and now she´s gone.

I won´t be left with nothing.

DELIA: Dad. -Not now, sweetheart.

-Dad! -What is it?

Bright fell down.

[GRUNTS]

ANDY: What happened?

HARRY: He´s perforated. -What?

-His appendix burst. -Oh, God.

His fever´s up. We should get him to the hospital.

-Can you get us there? -It´s a mess out.

- We could get stuck. -No, we can´t risk that.

I don´t think he can wait until morning.

Ephram!

Get my saw. Put it on the dining room table.

Can your bus get us to my office?

I think so.

This is gonna be fun.

[GRUNTS]

[BRIGHT GROANING]

-Sorry about your table. -I was gonna get rid of it.

Watch his temperature.

He´s in pain. Can we get him something?

-We don´t have anything. -How do you anesthetize?

We´re not equipped for this. We´ll have to make do.

Not gonna make do with my son.

-What do you´ve in your office? -Lidocaine, basics.

-Same place? -Yes.

Harold´s office, locked cabinet.

-I´m on it. BRIGHT: Where is he going?

He´s just going to get supplies. Don´t worry.

There´s no way a local can cover an area that large.

It´s okay. I´m gonna do a spinal block. I still have my kit.

He´ll be awake, but won´t feel a thing.

Spinal block? No. No way.

You know how high the spinal cord you´ve to go...

...to get adequate anesthesia.

-I do. -You risk paralyzing his lungs.

I won´t.

Alright, okay.

Bright, here´s the thing.

Your grandmother´s gonna give you a shot.

Dr. Brown´s gonna do something showy with your back.

You won´t feel anything for a while.

Then Dr. Hoffman´s gonna take out your appendix.

-He´s done a thousand of these. -Sounds like a plan.

-What´s wrong? -I-- I can´t, you know.

I had a few belts and I can´t focus. You´d better handle it.

You had half a glass of wine two hours ago.

It´s a GI. I haven´t been south of the clavicle since residency.

-Come on, let´s get going here. -I-- I--

That´s a tremor.

His hands, they´re gone. You´ll have to do it.

I´m sorry.

[BRIGHT GRUNTING]

It´s the only way to make a cocoa. Don´t let anyone tell ya.

-Shouldn´t you be in bed? -I told him not to get up.

Bright doesn´t listen to anybody.

I´ve the dumbest brother in the world.

-No, you don´t. -Well, it´s a close call.

It´s not their fault. Boys just don´t know any better.

-Being a sister´s hard work. -I know.

-They need help with everything. -You okay?

I don´t know.

Want some hot cocoa?

Me neither. I just needed to make it.

You don´t have to be scared. My dad´s there. He´s the best.

I know.

You should see the cecum now.

-It´s that slimy thing, right? JACOB: Uh-huh.

ANDY: Okay, I got it. BRIGHT: Is it okay?

HARRY: Don´t worry about anything.

Keep looking at me. Focus right here.

ANDY: Clamp. -I can´t--

HARRY: Shh. Did I ever tell you about the time I broke my arm?

My parents finally let us have a colored television.

First thing we turn on is a rerun of...

...the old Superman show. So we got so excited.

Later, we were playing Superman up on the top bunk...

...and, uh, I´m wearing the sheet tied around my neck.

Linda says, "Well, let´s just see if my brother can fly."

Just pushes me off.

Needless to say, I did not hit the beanbag.

I crushed my toy train and had to get rushed...

...to the hospital by your grandmother.

-In her sidecar? HARRY: Yeah, the sidecar.

JACOB: Now clamp off the blood supply.

ANDY: Okay.

JACOB: Good.

Now clamp the other end and tie it off.

Look at us. It´s almost as if we like each other.

Hate to tell you this, Superman, but we´re almost done here.

The only thing left is to hear about Aunt Linda.

She sounds pretty cool.

IRV: The best thing about snow, other than snowballs...

...is that it has an equalizing effect.

Snow can take any object or situation...

...and make it pretty, just the same.

Couldn´t care less what´s underneath.

Mrs. Abbott called, said he´s alright.

He will be.

-Where did you sleep? -Oh, Delia and I split her bed.

The other thousand slept everywhere else.

-You look beat up. -Yeah.

[ANDY SIGHS]

How was Dr. Abbott?

He´s a good dad.

You can see if anything happened, he´d never survive it.

[SIGHS]

I´m sorry. I didn´t mean to fight with you...

...with everybody there.

-It was my fault too. -Yeah.

But I´m supposed to be the grown-up, not you.

-It´s fine. -No, it´s not fine. I-- I--

[CHUCKLES]

I do the wrong thing, I say the wrong thing.

I say awful things. But I..

I get so angry sometimes.

-Yeah. -No, no, not at you.

Let me finish.

I get angry at myself because I can´t seem to make you...

...understand how much I need you.

You know, when your mom died a thousand people said...

...a thousand stupid things to me...

...and I just wanted one of them to give me a reason not to die.

Then one night we were sitting there...

...trying to eat...

...and you just said:

"Everything´s gonna be okay."

That was the first night I slept.

You´re the only one who can tell me everything´s gonna be okay...

...and I believe it.

I don´t know why you´re that person for me...

...why we don´t treat each other better.

But at least now you know.

I wish I could be the same for you.

Instead you´re miserable here, which is my fault...

...if you go back to New York, that´ll probably change.

You´ll probably be happier.

I meant that.

But I don´t care.

I want you to stay.

I need you to stay.

Not just for Delia, but for me.

You know, your grandfather thinks I´m only half a person.

And if you leave...

...he´ll be right.

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA]

How we doing?

The infection´s under control.

Not much pain, either.

A few days´ rest, he´ll be good as new.

You have Doc Brown to thank for that.

Don´t remind me.

BRIGHT: Grandma, great.

It´s bad enough I have to have surgery--

You stop right there.

Your appendix popped, which hurts like hell.

Then someone cut you open while you watched.

You never made so much as a peep once through the whole thing.

You were a good soldier. Made me proud.

-Thanks. -But let´s get one thing clear.

You are under strict orders...

...never to get sick like that again...

...or I will kick your sorry butt myself.

Understood?

-No deal. -Excuse me?

No deal.

Unless you say it again, but nicer.

You had me worried, kid.

I almost forgot. You got a visitor.

Come on in, private.

I brought birthday cake.

-Can you have it? -Not yet.

[SNIFFS]

-You really scared us. -I´m sorry.

Don´t do it again, okay?

It´s already taken care of.

[DOOR CHIMES]

Nice to get out of the house finally?

Very.

[DOOR CHIMES]

I fought with Colin, he ended up in a coma.

I bitched at Bright, his appendix burst.

I bit your head off the other night and haven´t said sorry.

I don´t want you in a hospital.

Call me superstitious, but....

Sorry.

You are, without a doubt, the strangest girl I have ever met.

I know.

But you´ve been a good friend to me despite it.

You´ve been different.

Well, like bad different, or--?

Different.

Guess I´ve been called worse.

And you suck for leaving.

Did I mention that? Just totally suck.

Actually, I don´t. I´m not going. Not anymore.

-You´re not? -Ha, ha.

-You´re staying? Since when? -Since I embarrassed myself...

...in front of all our friends and family...

...and told off the larger football players.

You think that´ll be a problem, do you?

I thought New York had everything.

Just about.

[AMY CHUCKLES]

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

You know, you guys don´t have to leave tonight.

Yes, we do.

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

I´m sorry things didn´t turn out the way you wanted.

-No, you´re not. -Ha, ha.

RUTH: Oh.

Hey, that was pretty smart, using that table as a stretcher.

Well, like you said, always the doctor.

No, no. That wasn´t just the doctor I saw.

You calmed everybody down, you made everybody feel safe.

Even made me feel safe.

Ephram told me that you two guys talked.

Yeah, we did.

You didn´t used to talk. Not like that, anyway.

You´ve changed, you know.

You have.

This place, you´re doing good here, aren´t you?

-Well, I wouldn´t say that. -I would.

And you know I don´t want to.

It´ll be easier for me if you were the schmuck

that I always took you for.

[LAUGHS]

You know, she would´ve liked you like this.

She would.

If you´d stayed at the hospital in New York...

...you´d have become chief of surgery...

...you´d have wound up teaching.

You´d have turned into me.

Not such a bad thing to turn into.

Well, ha, ha, you could do better.

Hell, you have.

Thank you.

[JACOB SIGHS]

You know, I´m shot as a surgeon.

[SIGHS]

I´ve been lecturing the past six months

just to hide the tremor.

It´s not necessarily Parkinson´s. Could be Wilson´s.

You taking any medication that might--?

Don´t diagnose me.

I´ll take the tests when I´m good and ready.

Any event, this is the end of me.

But you, they´ll be telling stories

about you here long after you´re gone.

[JACOB CHUCKLES]

Hey, look.

It´s starting to snow again.

It´s awful pretty.

JACOB: You know, this train station...

...reminds me of a town we got stuck in years ago.

Julia was just a child.

Huge storm hit and our train got stuck, surrounded by mountains.

It was a beautiful place.

Julia ever tell you that story?

Remind me.

It snowed like the devil, a foot an hour.

The whole world stopped.

Julia, she was stuck at that window, man...

...just staring at the snow, mesmerized.

Ruth couldn´t pry her away.

She loved it.

IRV: It´s not just that snow makes the world pretty.

Snow gives us all a second chance.

Snow cleanses,

hiding the sins of all without prejudice or favor or blame.

Everything gets to be pure again,

if only for a little while...

...which might be all you need.