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215: Things Change [Jan. 9th, 2007|04:44 pm]
Felicity Transcripts



(Dean and Deluca. Felicity is working; Javier approaches her.)

Javier: What do you think about liposuction? My friend Shaka got all the fat sucked out of her knees, you know, a few months ago. And now she looks fantastic.

Felicity: Javier, you do not need liposuction.

(Pam enters and sits down at a table)

Javier: (gasps) Oh, you’ll never believe who’s here.

Felicity: Who’s that?

Javier: She was in yesterday, talking to Benjamin. I think she has a little crunch on him.

Felicity: Really?

(Ben enters carrying several jars.)

Ben: Hey, Javier, uh, is this enough?

Javier: Yes. Perfect as usual. (He takes the jars from Ben.) Your girlfriend’s here.

Ben: What?

Javier: Mm-hmm.

(Ben sees Pam.)

Ben: Pam? No, no, no. I barely know her. She’s in one of my classes.

Javier: (sarcastic) Oh, yeah, oh.

Felicity: She keeps looking over here.

Ben: Give me a break, no she doesn’t.

(Pam waves to Ben, he laughs and walks over to her.)

Ben: (to Pam) Hi, yeah, how are you?

(As Felicity and Javier stare at Ben and Pam, Dr. Porter enters Dean and Deluca.)

Dr. Porter: Hey, sweetheart.

Felicity: Dad! Hey, what’s going on?

Javier: Dr. Porter, okay, what do you think about liposuction? It’s good, right? Safe?

Dr. Porter: Uh, plastic surgery really isn’t my specialty.

Javier: Okay, I’m thinking maybe a little over here, okay? (He pats his stomach.) And, she’s fighting me, but some right here, okay? (He points to his chin.) Get rid of this, you know what I mean? What do you think? (Dr. Porter doesn’t know what to say.) Hold that thought - Norma’s back talking the customers again.

(Javier walks over to the counter where Norma is arguing with a customer.)

Norma: No, no, I don’t think so.

Javier: (to the customer) Guess what? It’s free! Okay, thank you.

(Javier leads Norma away. Dr. Porter and Felicity sit down at a table.)

Dr. Porter: I just stopped by for a quick cup of coffee. I haven’t seen you in a while.

Felicity: Yeah.

Dr. Porter: How’s everything at school?

Felicity: It’s good. School’s good.

Dr. Porter: I had a meeting this evening that was canceled. Do you want to grab a bite later?

(Felicity is glancing at Ben and Pam.)

Felicity: Um, tonight I’m gonna be at the health center, but maybe next week. Dad, I’m sorry my schedule’s been so crazy.

Dr. Porter: No big deal. Things are crazy for me, too. (Felicity sees that Pam has just handed Ben her phone number.) But, I’d love to see you, so, uh, when you get a chance give me a call and we’ll catch up.

(Ben walks away from Pam and over to Felicity and her dad.)

Ben: Hi.

Felicity: Um, Dad, this is Ben. You remember.

Dr. Porter: Uh, yes I do. How are you, Ben?

Ben: I’m good. Nice to see you.

Felicity: So, she gave you her number?

Ben: Yeah. Yeah.

Javier: Benjamin! I need you.

Ben: (to Javier) Okay. (To Felicity and her dad) Yeah, I’ll see you. (He leaves to help Javier.)

Dr. Porter: So, are you and Ben still…

Felicity: No, no, no. No, that’s way over.

Dr. Porter: That’s good you two have stayed friends.

Felicity: Yeah.

(Javier drags a chair over to their table and sits down.)

Javier: So, back to the lipo. Samuel - that’s my guy - has started calling me, “Javier, has no hair, have another chocolate éclair.” And it stings!

(Felicity tries not to laugh.)

(The health center. Felicity enters. Greg sits near the check-in desk. He looks tired.)

Felicity: It’s crazy in here today, huh?

Greg: Uh, another one of our doctors dropped out of the rotation. So, now we’re stuck with just one and an overload of patients. I’m making phone calls, trying to find a doctor who can sub in for a few days until we can get another regular.

Felicity: Does this happen a lot? Doctors dropping out?

Greg: No. I mean, we get a lot of turnover, but it doesn’t usually happen all at once. It’s just, uh, bad timing. You know the review’s in a couple of days and if we don’t pass, they can shut us down. So…

Felicity: Anything I can do to help?

Greg: It’d be great if you had your medical license.

(Meghan appears at the check-in desk.)

Meghan: Hi.

Greg: Hey.

Felicity: Meghan, what are you doing here?

Meghan: (coughs) Doctor, my throat’s kind of sore.

Felicity: You seemed fine this morning.

Meghan: Well, I’m not fine now. (To Greg.) Do you think you could check and see if I have swollen glands?

Felicity: Oh my God.

Greg: Um. (He puts his hands on her throat.) Well, they seem find to me, but if you want to be sure, we can take a culture.

Meghan: Um, yeah, I think we should.

Greg: Okay, uh, Felicity, do you wanna go ahead and make an appointment with one of the doctor’s for Meghan?

(He leaves and Meghan realizes that he’s not going to be the one who does the culture.)

Meghan: (watching him go) Oh, God. Oh, he is so my flavor. (To Felicity) You keep your grubby little mitts off him.

(Dean and Deluca. Ben sips coffee and thinks.)

Javier: Benjamin?

Ben: Yeah?

Javier: So, hold on, we have some business to attend to here, okay? Could you work an additional shift on Wednesdays?

Ben: On Wednesdays?

Javier: Ah, yes. Say yes. I’m your boss, okay?

Ben: You know what? I can’t on Wednesday. I got class, I’m sorry.

Javier: Is it an important class?

Ben: Yes, it’s an important class! Why don’t you just ask Felicity?

Javier: ‘Cause she’s the one who canceled on me.

Ben: Why?

Javier: On Wednesdays she wants to work at the health center.

Ben: The health center?

Javier: Yeah, I know. Can you believe that? I guess some people, you know, consider health more important than muffins. I don’t know. (He notices Ben drinking his coffee.) Are you drinking the profits?

Ben: No. I’ll tell you why she wants to work at the health center. It’s Greg Stenson. He’s this pompous-ass guy that runs the place. He’s like this guy – I’m telling you – he’s like –

Javier: Ah, yeah, Greg, yeah. She mentioned him.

Ben: She mentioned him?

Javier: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Ben: What did she say?

Javier: Well, I don’t remember exactly – um - oh, I forgot to take my Gingko Bliblobla.

Ben: What did she say?

Javier: Something about like how fantastic he is and inspiring because, like, he helps all these people and everything. But, you know, I do remember she was very excited not to work here on Wednesdays. (He pauses. Ben looks upset.) Benjamin.

Ben: What?

Javier: You’re staring at me.

Ben: I’m not staring at you.

Javier: Do I look fat?

Ben: No, you don’t.

Javier: Would I look better like this? (He pulls back the skin from each of his cheeks.)

Ben: No.

Javier: Are you sure?

Ben: Yes.

Javier: Tighter, though? (Ben sighs.) Okay, if I get Norma to work on Wednesdays instead, could you work on Thursday?

Ben: Yes, yes.

Javier: Oh, I love you and your whole look.

Ben: Okay, go away. (Javier leaves and Ben picks up a phone and starts dialing.) Yeah, oh, hi, is Pam there? Yeah, Donna, yeah, it’s Ben.

(The library. Elena is studying. Tracy taps her on the shoulder and she jumps.)

Tracey: Hey.

Elena: What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?

Tracy: The answer’s carboxylic acid.

Elena: You’re fifteen minutes late. Where have you been?

Tracy: Well, I was walking to the library. (Somebody shushes him and he starts whispering.) But now that I’m here, where were we?

Elena: We? I’m in the middle of chapter four.

Tracy: Nucleophilic substitution reactions.

Elena: You’ve already read it?

Tracy: I may have skimmed through it.

Elena: Well, skim through it some more; the exam is in two days.

Tracy: Uh, not to worry, I’m like a Boy Scout. I’m always prepared.

(Elena starts studying again.)

Tracy: You’re wearing that perfume again.

Elena: Uh-huh.

(Tracy smiles.)

(Noel’s philosophy class. All the students are filing out and picking up their graded exams. Ruby takes her exam without looking at Noel. Ben walks up to get his exam.)

Ben: (to Ruby) Hey, how are you?

Ruby: Fine. Thanks.

(She leaves and Noel watches her go.)

Noel: (to Ben) She’s, uh, she’s waiting for me to tell her what I want to do.

Ben: Yeah, what are you gonna do?

Noel: Uh, I don’t know.

Ben: Well, I’m gonna go play basketball if you wanna come.

Noel: No. Thanks.

Ben: Okay. (He looks at his grade.) Hmm. Guess I didn’t really get Tocqueville, huh?

Noel: Yeah. Well, it wasn’t the worst in the class.

Ben: (smiles) Yeah.

Noel: Yeah.

(Felicity walks down a New York street and then through her father’s apartment building.)

Felicity Voice Over: Dear Sally: I’ve sort of been overloading myself lately with work and school, the health center – just keeping really busy. It’s kind of easier than thinking about what’s happened with my family – how thing’s fell apart. But I guess the truth is you can’t avoid that stuff for very long. It always catches up with you.

(She knocks on her father’s door. There’s no answer and she knocks again. Her dad opens the door.)

Felicity: Hey, I, um, I got off early so I thought maybe we could go grab some dinner. Um, but I-I should’ve called, I-

Dr. Porter: No, that’s okay. Yeah, that sounds great, yeah.

Felicity: Is everything okay?

Dr. Porter: Of course, come in. Uh, let me-let me grab a jacket.

Felicity: Okay.

(She enters his apartment and sees that he hasn’t unpacked yet. There’s nothing on the walls and very little furniture.)

Dr. Porter: The university apartments were all fully, so this was the best they could do on such short notice. Apparently, the housing market’s pretty tough.

Felicity: Yeah. Are you gonna unpack your stuff or-

Dr. Porter: Oh, yeah, yeah. Um, maybe this week. I just, you know, haven’t gotten around to it. I’ll be right back. I’m just gonna grab my jacket.

(He leaves the room and Felicity sees two prescription bottles on a coffee table, she picks one up and reads the label.)

(Felicity and Julie are in her room. Felicity is on the Internet reading about various medications.)

Felicity: Diazepam. That was one of his prescriptions. It says here it’s a sleeping pill.

Julie: Well, that’s – that’s not so bad. Lots of people take sleeping pills. What’s the other one? Uh, flurazepan.

Felicity: Yeah, it’s for anxiety and panic attacks. Oh my god, I am the worst daughter. I mean, this morning at Dean and Deluca I-I was so preoccupied I barely paid attention to what he was saying. I haven’t called him once in the last two weeks.

Julie: Everybody goes through hard times. He’s gonna be okay.

Felicity: I don’t know.

(New York street. Felicity and her dad are walking.)

Felicity: So, listen, I have a big favor to ask. I-I know that you’re really busy.

Dr. Porter: What is it?

Felicity: Well, you know I’ve been volunteering at the health center.

Dr. Porter: Yeah, which is-which is great.

Felicity: Yeah, well, the doctor’s there work on a volunteer basis as well and there’s a real shortage right now. We desperately need a hand and even if you could pick up one or two shifts in the next couple of weeks it would be so great. Plus, it would give us a chance to hang out a little more.

Dr. Porter: Yes. Stop. Yes, of course.

Felicity: Really?

Dr. Porter: Yes.

Felicity: Great.

Dr. Porter: Absolutely.

(Noel’s classroom. He’s erasing the blackboard. Ruby enters.)

Ruby: Hi.

Noel: Hey. Is everything okay? I mean, class doesn’t start for twenty minutes.

Ruby: Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.

Noel: Good, good, good. That’s good. Uh, any morning sickness or…

Ruby: No, I feel good.

Noel: That’s good. You look good.

Ruby: Thanks. So, do you – um – could you sign this for me?

(She hands him a form. He reads it.)

Noel: You want a transfer?

Ruby: I think it’s obviously really awkward me being in your section. We can’t keep pretending we don’t see each other.

Noel: I see you. Believe me.

Ruby: I think it’s better for the both of us.

Noel: (nods) I’ll turn this in today.

Ruby: Thanks.

(The health center. Greg and Felicity are talking.)

Greg: Are you serious? Your dad’s a doctor? What kind of medicine does he practice?

Felicity: He’s a cardiac surgeon, but he-he wants to help out. He used to volunteer at the Stanford student clinic and he can be here tomorrow, if you want him.

Greg: That’s incredible. That would be a great help.

Felicity: Good. Um, okay, well, I’ll see you tomorrow then.

Greg: Yeah. Hey, well here, I’ll walk out with you.

Felicity: Okay.

(Sean’s loft. Sean is watching footage from his docuventory from last year. It’s of one of his interviews with Julie. Ben enters the living room.)

Sean: Hey, where you going?

Ben: Stupid date.

Sean: Oh, nice attitude.

Ben: It’s with this girl I don’t even know who’s gonna end up being boring and lame and I don’t know why I’m going.

Sean: So, why are you going?

Ben: I don’t know. What are you doing?

Sean: Raking in enormous quantities of cash. I sent a letter to the Independent Film Channel on that docuventory thing that I did last year and they want to see it, so I’m sending them a copy.

Ben: That thing I was in? Please don’t send that.

Sean: Oh, I’m sending it. Have a nice stupid date.

Ben: Thanks.

(Epstein bar. Ben and Pam are sitting in a booth. Pam takes a big bite of her hamburger. She laughs.)

Pam: Mmm. I know. I eat a lot.

Ben: That’s okay. I eat a lot, too.

Pam: This Italian girl I worked with in Bosnia was always like, “Relentamento di relentamento!” Which, translated, means I eat like a pig.

Ben: What were you doing in Bosnia?

Pam: Oh, yeah, I was, um, I was there for six months as a volunteer for the Red Cross. I took a whole semester off to do it. Um, which I thought would cost me my scholarship, but the university was really cool about it.

Ben: Wait, you ‘re here on scholarship?

Pam: Yeah, I’d never be able to afford college otherwise. I’ve got five brothers. My mom’s a mom and my dad’s the pulp-processing engineer at the paper mill.

Ben: The paper mill? Really?

Pam: Yeah, well, see, when you live in Bishop, Oregon, that’s where you work.

Ben: That’s funny, I thought you were from New York.

Pam: You did? Why?

Ben: I don’t know, I just did.

Pam: Because I was so forward and gave you my number?

Ben: I don’t know - I don’t know what it was.

Pam: Can I just say that I don’t know who that person was – I mean, who forced my number on you. I never do that. That’s so like, Cosmo Girl. Which is a – a magazine.

Ben: Yeah, I actually cancelled my subscription.

Pam: That’s too bad. You missed a great piece on how to zap zits.

Ben: Yeah, I wrote that.

Pam: Really.

Ben: Yeah.

Pam: It was beautifully written.

Ben: Thanks. I’m very proud of that.

(Pam laughs.)

(Health center. Dr. Porter stops Felicity in the hall.)

Dr. Porter: Oh, we’re gonna need an EKG and some thyroid function tests on the patient in One.

Felicity: All right.

(Greg walks over to them.)

Greg: What’s his complaint?

Dr. Porter: Palpitations. Oh, and let’s send him home with a Holter monitor.

Felicity: Okay.

Greg: I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.

Dr. Porter: Excuse me?

Greg: Well, that’s just not normally what we do.

Felicity: Greg is just careful about how many tests we order. He just wants to make sure that it’s necessary.

Dr. Porter: It is. So, take care of it, okay?

Greg: You know, he could just be having panic attacks –

Dr. Porter: Are you a doctor?

Greg: No.

Dr. Porter: Because I am. So, why don’t you leave the medical decisions to me.

Greg: It’s just that our resources are fairly limited, so-

Dr. Porter: You call ruling out a cardiac arrhythmia a waste?

Greg: In a twenty-year-old who’s probably popping No Doze all night? Yeah, maybe.

Felicity: Greg, my dad maybe right.

Greg: Look, I’ve been working here over a year. We get patients like this all the time.

Dr. Porter: You’re worked here a year? I’ve been practicing medicine for twenty. I want those tests done, okay?

Felicity: I’ll make sure they’re taken care of.

Dr. Porter: Thank you.

(He walks away.)

Felicity: I’m sorry.

Greg: At least we have a doctor.

(Sean’s loft. Pam and Ben are kissing on the couch. Ben stops.)

Pam: What?

Ben: Nothing. I’m – I’m trying to think of something to say to try to explain this, but I don’t know. I’m really sorry, it’s just, I guess my head’s somewhere else.

Pam: With someone else?

Ben: Uh, yeah, sort of.

Pam: (sighs) Okay, um, if things don’t work out with, uh, whoever it is, you have the number I forced on you.

Ben: (laughs) Yes. Listen, I – I – I really am sorry.

Pam: No, don’t be. I had fun.

Ben: Yeah, so did I. I – I really did.

(Noel and Elena’s apartment. She and Tracy are studying. Tracy is staring at her, Elena looks at him, annoyed. Tracy closes his book and walks over to one of the unfinished walls. He begins to scrape more of the wallpaper off.)

Elena: What are you doing?

Tracy: I’m gonna finish taking your wallpaper down.

Elena: What about this chapter?

Tracy: Um, well, when you’re done we can quiz each other.

Elena: I meant, what about you finishing this chapter?

Tracy: I’m ready.

Elena: Really?

Tracy: I got it down.

Elena: Okay, what happens when an amide undergoes hydrolysis?

Tracy: That’s too easy. Ask me something else. (She gives him an annoyed look.) You get a carboxylic acid and an amine.

Elena: Okay, lucky guess. How about the Cannizarro reaction?

Tracy: Cannizzarro. He was an Egyptian king.

Elena: Very funny.

Tracy: It occurs when an aldehyde undergoes oxidation and reduction in the presence—

Elena: Okay, okay! You know the answer. Um, when cyclohexanon is treated, you—

Tracy: Adipic acid.

Elena: You didn’t even let me finish the question. And how do you already know chapter seven?

Tracy: I read it last night.

Elena: Oh, okay. (She turns away from him.) Could you leave?

Tracy: What?

Elena: I want you to leave.

Tracy: You’re kidding.

Elena: No, I’m not. You’re scraping too loudly and I can’t study in here with you and your snide attitude.

Tracy: (smiles) Okay. Woo. You know, I’ve never met anyone as competitive as you are.

Elena: Me? I’m not competitive.

Tracy: Yeah, right.

(He leaves. Elena tries to study but she throws down her flashcards in frustration.)

(The health center. The review board is there with Greg. They’re looking at the computers. Felicity is at the check-in desk.)

Reviewer: Are the exam rooms ready?

Greg: Uh, yeah. You can go ahead back. They’re open.

(The two reviewers leave.)

Greg: (to Felicity) Do you have any idea where you might be able to reach your dad? He’s a half hour late. The appointments are already backed up and the reviewers are gonna be here for another hour.

Felicity: Yeah, I’m just gonna try the hospital. Maybe he got tied up in an emergency or something.

Greg: Okay, well, let me know. I’ll be in my office sweating a lot.

(He leaves and Felicity picks up and dials the phone.)

Secretary’s voice: Doctor’s office.

Felicity: Hi, yeah—

Secretary: Please hold.

(Lloyd enters.)

Lloyd: Hello, Felicity.

Felicity: Lloyd.

Lloyd. I got a haircut.

Felicity: Um, you know, we’ve got a lot of, uh, big shots hanging around today so we should probably keep our voices down.

Lloyd: Okay.

Felicity: But it looks good.

Lloyd: Heh, thanks.

(He leaves.)

Secretary: Thanks for holding.

Felicity: Um, hi, is Dr. Porter there?

Secretary: No, I’m sorry, he’s not.

Felicity: Um, do you know what time he left?

Secretary: Actually, Dr. Porter’s no longer working here at the hospital.

Felicity: What? No, no, I meant – I’m talking about Dr. Edward Porter. He – he just started there in January.

Secretary: Yes, I know who you’re speaking of, but Dr. Porter left a few weeks ago. He might be back in California. I can give you that number if you’d like to try him there.

Felicity: Oh, no, no. That’s okay, thanks.

Secretary: You’re welcome.

(Felicity hangs up the phone.)

(Elena and Tracy’s class. They’re taking the exam. Tracy finishes before anyone else and walks past Elena to hand in his exam.)

Tracy: (to Elena) Good luck.

(He turns his exam in and then starts dancing in the doorway of the classroom. Elena laughs and the T.A. closes the door.)

(Dean and Deluca. Ben is cleaning a table. Javier approaches him.)

Javier: So, how was your big date? Was it fantastic?

Ben: No, it wasn’t.

Javier: Benjamin, what happened?

Ben: Nothing. It just didn’t go very well. It ended early.

Javier: What? She wasn’t nice? What?

Ben: No, she was – she was beautiful and she was brilliant and she was funny. She was great. I don’t know.

Javier: Benjamin, we need to talk.

Ben: What?

Javier: Man to man. Heart to heart.

Ben: Why?

Javier: Trust me.

(Epstein bar. Javier and Ben sit at the bar with glasses of beer. The clink their glasses and Javier spills beer on the floor.)

Ben: Sorry, I’m sorry.

Javier: (sips his beer and makes a face) Ech! (He sighs.) Benjamin, every day you come into work and I – I see you, I watch you and I think, “That poor guy! Look at that poor guy. Just look at him!” (Ben looks away, embarrassed.) No, over here, you. And you have everything to live for and you are crumbling. I can see it.

Ben: You think I’m crumbling?

Javier: Benjamin, I – I never told you this about me, but I dated a girl once. When I was fifteen years old. Her name was Lola. She was a showgirl. (Ben laughs.) No, she wasn’t – I’m kidding! I’m kidding. No, you got that, okay. She wasn’t a showgirl, but her name was Lola, actually. And she was, oh, Ben, she was fantastic, you know? I always knew, you know, that I was attracted to men, you know. Always. Even when I was little before I got glasses, you know. But I wasn’t – I wasn’t dating anyone at the time, you know, and Lola, she wanted me so bad. And she would say things like, “Javier, right here, right now.” You know? And we were in church and she would say this to me—

Ben: Javier, what are you telling me?

Javier: Okay, I’ll skip the big, you know, tearjerker ending. But I just wanted you to understand that I’ve been exactly where you are right now. Left asunder by a woman. And you can’t keep moping around, you know, and sabotaging dates. You have to get over it – it’s never gonna work out with her.

Ben: You don’t think it can work?

Javier: No. It’s impossible.

Ben: Why is it impossible?

Javier: Because she’s married, Ben.

Ben: What?

Javier: Maggie is a married woman, okay? So, grow up, get over it, and snap into it.

Ben: You think I’m all asunder because of – of Maggie?

Javier: Poor thing, you’re in denial.

Ben: Javier, it’s not Maggie. It’s not Maggie.

Javier: Who is it?

Ben: It’s nobody. I just gotta get over it, you’re right. But, uh, I do – I do have to go. I got a class to go to. So, thank you very much for the drink.

Javier: You’re welcome.

(Ben leaves.)

Javier: (to the bartenders) Do you have any, like, sourdough sticks or a basket of mixed things? Like wasabi peas or something like that? That Japanese snacking thing you could have? No? You don’t have none of that? Nothing? A lichee nut? Something for me to snack upon?

(The health center. Dr. Porter enters.)

Felicity: Dad.

Dr. Porter: Sorry about that. I got stuck at the hospital too long and I rushed out of there so quickly I didn’t have time to call and tell you I was on my way.

Greg: You still got a whole line of students waiting.

Dr. Porter: Okay. I’ll get set up.

(He walks to the doctor’s lounge.)

Felicity: I’ll be right back.

(She follows her dad into the lounge.)

Dr. Porter: I am so sorry, honey. It was just crazy at the hospital.

Felicity: I called there.

Dr. Porter: Oh? They didn’t tell me.

Felicity: The secretary told me you don’t work there anymore. That you quit weeks ago.

Dr. Porter: What? That’s ridiculous. She must’ve got me confused with somebody else.

(A reviewer enters.)

Reviewer: I’m sorry. I thought this room was empty.

Felicity: Yeah, we’ll be out in just a minute.

(The reviewer leaves.)

Felicity: Dad, where were you?

Dr. Porter: I, uh, I just, I slept through the alarm. I’m sorry.

Felicity: But you wake up at six every morning.

Dr. Porter: Everything’s fine.

Felicity: Dad, I saw the sleeping pills. I know that you’re taking anxiety medicine.

Dr. Porter: I will not stand here and be grilled by my own daughter.

Felicity: I’m not grill—

Dr. Porter: I’m fine and I can take care of myself.

Felicity: It just doesn’t seem like you. I don’t understand why you would quit your job and not tell anyone about it.

Dr. Porter: Look, I’ve accepted all of your decisions – dropping pre-med, taking art classes – now you have to accept mine.

(He leaves the room.)

(Hallway outside of Elena and Tracy’s class. Elena is checking her grade on the posted sheet of results. Tracy walks up to her.)

Tracy: Hey, there.

Elena: Oh, hi.

Tracy: So, uh, how’d you do?

Elena: Actually, pretty well.

Tracy: Hmm. (He checks his grade.) So, what’d you get?

Elena: 95. What’d you get?

Tracy: 99. So, will you go out to dinner with me or what?

Elena: Fine.

(They walk away from each other.)

(Noel and Elena’s apartment. Elena’s cleaning and Noel is sitting on the couch.)

Noel: Wanna hear something funny?

Elena: Sure.

Noel: I miss her. Ruby.

Elena: Of course you do.

Noel: No, I mean, I really miss her. Can you believe that? Well, I’m sure you can, ‘cause I’m one of those guys.

Elena: Now, this self-pity stuff is not gonna fly. I know you much better than that. When you were with Felicity you were the one who dumped her and ran off with Hannah. You’re not always the victim.

Noel: Thank you for your support.

Elena: Of course I support you.

Noel: Everything is just - it’s so crazy, and it’s not, I mean it’s not only about me, obviously. Ruby’s going through this huge thing, but part of me wishes that I could be that person who could just put it all behind me, you know? And – and – and move on. Who wouldn’t think about how scared she must be or worry that she’s getting morning sickness or that she’s lonely.

Elena: That’s because you care about her.

Noel: Of course, I do. I mean, it’s just – it’s a little hard to reconcile that with the fact that she slept with another guy and she’s having his baby. And I’m sitting here missing her. Like an idiot.

Elena: Look, you know I’d hoped this had ended up differently, but…

Noel: But you think that I should forgive Ruby.

Elena: That’s what makes you special, Noel. That’s what sets you apart – is that you’re able to forgive. That doesn’t make you weak. It makes you strong.

(Ruby’s dorm room. She’s on the phone.)

Ruby: Mom, I know. I’ve been busy. I have six classes. I miss you, too. (There’s a knock on her door. Noel steps into her room.) Can I call you back? Okay. Tell dad I – I love him. Okay. Bye.

(She hangs up.)

Noel: Hi.

Ruby: Hi.

Noel: You haven’t told your parents?

Ruby: No.

(Noel takes out her transfer card and hands it to her.)

Noel: Here. I don’t think that you should switch sections. I spent the past week thinking about what you said. How you want us to be together – be a couple. But I can’t forget that this isn’t my child. It took me a while, but I understand why you chose to do this, to take this path. I hope that you can understand that it’s impossible for me to take it with you. But I’m here for you. As your friend.

Ruby: I might need that.

Noel: Yeah, I know.

(Felicity walks up to her father’s apartment. She knocks and her dad opens the door.)

Felicity: Hi.

Dr. Porter: Hi. Come on it.

(Cut to a few minutes later. They’re sitting across from each other in his living room.)

Dr. Porter: Is everything okay at the health center?

Felicity: Yeah, they find out the results of the review today. But I haven’t talked to Greg yet.

Dr. Porter: Well, I hope everything turns out okay.

Felicity: Yeah.

Dr. Porter: I’m sorry about what I said.

Felicity: When I found out you weren’t at the hospital anymore I just got this horrible feeling in my stomach. Why didn’t you tell me you’d quit?

Dr. Porter: I didn’t want you to worry. I’m okay, really.

Felicity: But dad, that’s what scares me, when you say that you’re okay. I mean, it feels like you’re saying that just so I don’t worry. And I don’t want you to do that for me. I want you to tell me the truth. I want you to trust me.

Dr. Porter: I guess I just thought that all this would just be temporary. That I’d work here at the hospital for a few months and your mom would call and say she wanted me to come home. I could get back to Palo Alto, back to my life there. But that hasn’t happened. I really miss your mother.

Felicity: Well, have you told her that?

Dr. Porter: Yes.

Felicity: Dad, I’m so sorry.

(Sean’s loft. Sean is in the living room. Ben enters.)

Sean: Hey.

Ben: Hey.

Sean: Call Felicity.

Ben: She called?

Sean: Yeah, she wants you to take over another one of her shifts at Dean and Deluca. (Ben lets his coat drop to the floor.) Or you could hang that up. What’s your problem?

Ben: She’s into this guy, Greg, and he’s a total dick. I’m telling you, he’s a total dick. Now she’s working at Dean and Deluca less and less and with this guy more and more. And I just think she’s being an idiot.

Sean: Oh, she’s being an idiot.

Ben: Yes, that’s my opinion. I think she’s being an idiot.

Sean: Why do you even have an opinion?

Ben: I don’t know, I just do, all right? Why haven’t you told Julie, you know, that – that you love her? I mean, you haven’t done that yet, have you?

Sean: No.

Ben: Well, why?

Sean: Because, I mean, let’s be honest. We both see it coming, you know, I mean, the second that I say, “Julie, I love you,” she’s gonna smile awkwardly at me and say that she wants to be my dear friend - she likes me and respects me and that she’s flattered. And I’ll just want to kill myself. No, I’d rather say nothing and keep alive the idea of it then get shot down by the girl I live with and adore. But, uh, this isn’t about me and Julie, is it?

Ben: No. I don’t know, I just – I see the way that she looks at Greg. She – she admires him. She admires that whole pre-med, running the health center thing and I don’t have that. Then I think about what you said about how Felicity and I shouldn’t be together, how I’m not ready, but I just – I really think you were wrong. I think I’m ready. I really do.

Sean: Then you gotta get out of here. Go. Tell her how you feel.

Ben: I think you’re right.

Sean: I’m the smartest guy you know.

(The health center. Greg is in his office, Felicity enters.)

Felicity: Hey, I just wanted to find out how the review went.

Greg: We passed.

Felicity: That’s great.

Greg: Do you want to hang out for a little bit?

Felicity: Um, yeah, sure.

Greg: Okay, uh, you know what? One of the students we helped out last week brought this in as a little bit of a thanks. He, uh, thought he had an STD; it turned out to be chicken pox. He was pretty thrilled.

(Greg takes a bottle out of his fridge.)

Felicity: What is it?

Greg: It’s, uh, not exactly Champagne, but uh, it’s just a sparkling cider.

Felicity: Sure, why not?

Greg: Okay. I was actually gonna call you today.

Felicity: You were?

Greg: Yeah. Um, it turns out your dad was right. The guy ended up having an arrhythmia. So, I guess I owe him an apology.

(Greg pours the cider into two paper cups.)

Felicity: Well, then I guess I won’t say I told you so.

Greg: (indicating the cider) That’s, uh, impressive stuff.

Felicity: Yeah, it’s very fancy what you have there.

Greg: Here. (Hands her a cup.) Cheers.

Felicity: Cheers.

(Ben enters the health center and sees Greg and Felicity talking and laughing. He leaves without saying anything.)