The Odd Life of Timothy Green Page #3

the least bit interested?

No, ma'am, nothing

about your expression is...

And you continue to talk because...

I'm sorry.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Best-case scenario, reduced hours.

Limited layoffs. Limited.

Like you lose yourjob

and you lose yourjob.

Not you specifically, but some of you.

Worst-case scenario,

my aunt and my father will have

no choice but to close the factory.

(WORKERS CHATTERING QUIETLY)

- I know.

- (CELL PHONE RINGING)

I don't want that to happen.

Nobody wants that to happen.

And I'm not saying that that's...

I'm sorry, Green?

Are we disturbing you?

Hi, honey.

CINDY:
Jim, the school called.

- What's the matter?

- How fast can you get here?

Thank you so much

for coming so quickly.

We take these matters very seriously.

- Thank you.

- Come. Come. He's here.

Timothy!

No!

Hey, who did this to you?

He won't give us the names of the kids.

What happened?

Art project.

Art project?

Let's get this art project cleaned up.

Just let me.

- CINDY:
Jim...

- Timothy.

This kind of thing happened to me

when I was your age.

Yeah.

And all I wanted

was for my dad to have my back,

and he didn't.

So here's what we're going to do.

You're going to tell me the names

of the boys that did this to you.

Okay?

And I will handle it.

(WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

(COUGHS)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Hey, boss.

Green.

(SIGHS) I guess

you heard what happened.

Yeah, they called me home.

Yeah, me, too.

TIMOTHY:
What's going on?

Your father's handling this.

I didn't really mind.

Your kid ratted my boys out.

(STAMMERING) He didn't rat them out.

That was my fault.

So you ratted my boys out.

You can't let people

treat you like this. Come on.

How long you been

at this parenting thing?

Are you really going to

fight all his battles for him?

- You think that's wise?

- (CINDY CLEARS THROAT)

Hi!

It was really important to Jim

that the Crudstaff boys

take responsibility for

what they did to Timothy.

- Yeah.

- And did they?

BOBBY:
We were having fun.

He didn't fight back. He didn't even cry.

It wasn't any fun.

I think what the boys

are trying to say is next Saturday

we're having a birthday party pool bash,

and we'd love it if Timothy would come.

Yes!

EVETTE:
Oh, please. Don't tell me

you took him back

to the house of the boys who bullied him.

He really, really wanted to go.

So you let him decide what was best.

I thought it was time

he learned to fight his own battles.

We just forgot to ask if he could swim.

Nice socks, Green!

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Bobby

Happy birthday to you

(BOTH GASPING)

(COUGHS)

(GROWLS)

CINDY:
So was it fun?

- JIM:
How did it go?

- Were they nice?

Were you the man?

I kicked a girl in the head.

- What?

- Why?

Well, she tried to pull down my socks.

What? Did she see you?

I don't think so.

- Maybe.

- (GROANS)

I'm sure she didn't see him.

You cannot let anybody

see your leaves, honey.

I know, but

what do I do about the girl

I kicked in the head?

Jim?

Well, if you see her coming,

just run the other way.

- Okay.

- Yeah. Yeah.

(PANTING)

You know I saw.

Look.

No.

Just look.

Why?

You'll see.

(WHISPERING) Wow.

You're not the only one with a secret.

You coming?

Okay.

It's perfect.

Whoo!

JONI:
Look at that nest!

I get inspired from this street, you know,

for my sculptures and my art.

TIMOTHY:
Yeah.

I always get inspired by nature.

CINDY:
I almost forgot.

Compliments of the Crudstaffs.

And, please, tell your friends.

Thanks.

We're all working hard.

I know. It's going to be fine.

- CINDY:
Jim.

- Hey, honey.

It's not really a good time.

Look out your window.

Remember when he said

he kicked a girl in the head?

- Yeah.

- Is that her?

Because this is too soon.

He's too young.

You told him to run the other way

when he saw her,

and he... He's not running!

TIMOTHY:
Whoa!

See you.

Yeah. See you.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

JIM:
Timothy?

Timothy!

CINDY:
That night,

our plan was to sit Timothy down,

just as parents. Go right at it.

EVETTE:
Right at what?

JIM:
Well, we were going to have...

CINDY AND JIM:
"The talk"

JIM:
...that you have that we

didn't really know how to have.

CINDY:
That was the plan.

The talk, that night.

JIM:
Hey, buddy.

CINDY:
But then...

What is it?

Sweetie, it's your Uncle Bub.

We got to go. Come on.

- Are we too late?

- No, no.

Bubbles is still with us. (CHUCKLES)

I brought your favorite cookies.

If I can get them past the police,

I'll leave you one.

BRENDA:
At least it's not ice cream.

Remember the year

that you started to lose your hair

and you convinced Brenda and me

that if we gave you ice cream at night,

it would grow back?

(LAUGHING)

Cinderella, do you remember

that painting you made?

No. What painting?

You know, when your mom was your age

she was quite an artiste.

Not really. I was not.

Oh, she was never happier

than when she had

a paintbrush in her hand.

That's right.

She worked on this

one painting for days.

Wouldn't let anybody see it.

Had to get it right.

You remember that?

No.

It was a self-portrait.

(STAMMERING) We didn't get it.

It was ahead of its time.

We all laughed.

Boy, did you cry.

You ran away,

and when you came back,

the picture was gone.

You'd thrown it away.

Oh!

I always felt so bad about that.

No!

Oh, Bub!

AUNT MEL:
We're going to

take a little break.

Bubbles, you're going to

have a little rest.

Let Timothy stay, huh?

Okay. You okay?

It's okay, Mom.

Okay.

We're right here.

Hey.

Something you want to ask me?

Is it true you also invented the BLT?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I mean, I would have

brought my kids if I'd known.

- Shouldn't he be resting?

- Maybe you should get him.

- I'm on it.

- No, let them be.

(INAUDIBLE)

(LAUGHING)

I never thought I'd hear that laugh again.

(MACHINE BEEPING RAPIDLY)

COACH CAL:
Next.

JIM:
After that,

we needed to get Timothy back to just...

- Hi.

- ...being a kid.

Coach Cal doesn't see it.

Next.

Help us out here, Coach.

This would be really good for him.

This is the best possible way for him

to make some friends.

CINDY:
Go! Go! Go! Go!

Come on, Green. Let's see what you got.

CINDY:
That's right.

Let's see what you got!

Eye on the ball.

Oh, my gosh!

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

Take the smiles off your faces.

CINDY:
Is your ankle all right?

He's good.

Come on, Green!

Eyes on the ball!

Oh, dear God.

Why are you smiling?

I can only get better.

(BLOWING) Erasers, run it out!

Come on. Hustle up!

- Green.

- JIM:
Nice job.

Run, run, run!

Don't cut any corners.

Excuse me, Coach, I just want to say

(STAMMERING)

that I'll be working with him

around the clock if necessary

just to get him to the next level.

Oh, tell me you're not

those kind of parents.

The type that get

over-involved, over-invested.

We are definitely

not those kind of parents.

Then we won't have a problem.

- Jim.

- Come on! Run it out!

Come on, Timothy.

Come on, run faster. Yes, yes, yes!

COACH CAL:
Run it out, Erasers!

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