The Odd Life of Timothy Green Page #6

he wouldn't live to see his next birthday.

If you don't mind, we got a game to win.

Erasers, this is our time.

This is our time.

Warm him up, Coach!

Come on, Timothy!

Let's see you run some drills.

How about he runs some drills, Coach?

You better stretch, baby!

What did he say?

- He's going to play.

- Is he going to do it?

(CROWD CHEERING)

Get open! Get open!

That's yours right there!

There you go, son. There you go, son.

All right, Erasers!

Bring the championship home!

Spread out!

(CHEERING)

- Yes!

- Oh!

- No! Jim!

- No!

Is he okay?

I hope he's okay.

Oh, no!

Time! Time!

TIMOTHY:
It's going to be okay.

FRANKLIN:
Who's that?

TRIXIE:
I have no idea.

- Is that the Henderson kid?

- Maybe.

He's not that good.

JIM:
He's okay!

He's okay! It's okay.

TIMOTHY:
I can get you some water.

- Way to go.

- Okay.

- Watch this.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

This is what we've been waiting for.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- He's coming in.

- We're going with ten.

- Okay, Coach.

- What?

No, no. Ref, come here.

They've only got ten kids on the field.

What about zero?

Why isn't zero playing?

- I thought he was a mascot.

- No.

No, he's on the team.

There's got to be a rule.

Get the book.

Hundred fifty-four rule or whatever.

Jim, is there a rule?

Coach, you need 11 players on the field.

He doesn't play.

Is he on your team?

Yeah, he's on the team, but...

Then he plays. Let's go, Coach.

Okay, Green, come on. Come on.

(SQUEALS EXCITEDLY)

Our son's going to

score the winning goal.

I want you to plant your feet

right here, son. Okay?

And whatever you do,

don't move from this spot.

You're safe here, okay?

- Got it, Coach.

- All right. There you go.

Coach, let's go.

All right, buddy. This is what it's about!

This is where you find out who you are.

No more bench of life.

Oh, hit me with a stick.

They're not putting that boy in!

Actually, they are. It's good. Trust me.

- (LAUGHS)

- Laugh if you want.

My kid is going to

score the winning goal.

Two minutes left in the game.

Who's your daddy?

Has he been drinking?

No, no. He just knows what's coming.

Come on, Timothy!

Do that thing you're going to do!

This is it. Come on!

COACH CAL:
Come on,

Erasers, let's go!

You can do it! You can do it!

Let's go! Let me see

some fight, Erasers!

Put some heart into it!

That's what I'm talking about, Green.

That's what

I'm talking about. Keep that up.

Timothy. Timothy.

You got to move your feet. Come on.

No. Stay right there, son.

- Stay right there.

- Don't listen to Coach Cal!

Don't listen to your father!

Timothy, Timothy.

Look at me. Don't listen to Coach Cal.

Move your feet. Move around!

Green, Green. Stay right there.

You're doing great!

Feel it out, Timothy!

JIM:
Come on, move around!

Chase the ball! Come on!

Way to go. Way to go. Way to go, Tim.

God, he's doing that thing again.

No, no. Put your arms down. Arms down.

Get your head in the game, baby!

Get your head in the game.

JIM:
Get in the game!

Like we worked it, come on!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

COACH CAL:
There you go, Erasers,

there you go!

Yes! Yes!

There it is! There it is!

Get back in! Get back in!

- Oh, my boy! This is it!

- This is your moment!

No, no, no! Don't do that!

Do something with it! Do something!

- Yes! Yes!

- Come on!

Yes!

JIM:
That's what we're talking about.

All right, Green!

Come on! That's your house!

(LAUGHING)

Just like we practiced!

Look at his little legs!

I don't believe it.

Oh, believe it, sister.

For years I've been listening to

how perfect your kids are!

Well, look at that! That kid is mine!

I am the mom of that!

Get that kid! Put him on the ground!

Take his knees out!

Put him on the ground!

See? See?

See what happens

when you're there for your kid!

Huh? See what happens

when you believe in him! Huh?

I could have been like that,

because I had skills, but no.

Come on, Timothy! Go! Go!

Go, Timothy! Go!

No!

(CHEERING)

That's the wrong goal!

REFEREE:
Game Bone Crushers!

Oh!

But he...

Just like you practiced it, huh?

(CINDY AND JIM ARGUING)

When we're dreaming up the kid that

we never thought we would get,

I should have said,

"The winning goal for his team!"

- That's not what I'm saying!

- What are you saying?

Shut up!

It was a failure of my imagination!

CINDY:
Your mistake was simple!

Oh, my mistake?

So, you think it was my fault?

You needed him to

score for you to make you...

Tell me you didn't love

the idea of rubbing it in Brenda's face.

Oh, please!

You think you're better than your sister,

and you're not.

You are worse than your father!

What?

(ARGUING INDISTINCTLY)

No.

No, no, no.

Stop it!

I am not the only bad parent

in this house!

Look, it's not a competition

to see who can be the worst parent!

No, I am saying

we're both terrible at this!

We are! We don't know anything!

You're right! We know nothing!

We were monsters out there today.

Stop! Stop fighting!

Oh, God.

I need to tell you something.

Buddy, we want to tell you something.

- No!

- You deserve better.

We will be better parents.

We will do better.

- I promise.

- TIMOTHY:
Please...

EVETTE:
Stop.

Your time is up.

- No, it can't be.

- No.

Actually, you ran over.

- By three minutes.

- You have to let us finish.

You have to hear the whole thing.

You have to.

Excuse me.

With all due respect, we're not leaving.

Okay.

Tots, Timbo? There you go.

Get them next year.

- Want some?

- No, thank you.

FRANKLIN:
Boys, come on.

We're going home.

We're going home! What did I say?

No, that's somebody's job. Let's go.

TIMOTHY:
Mom and Dad?

This is Joni,

the coolest girl you ever hope to meet.

Wow. Hi.

CINDY:
Nice to see you again.

Hi.

Well, okay, bye.

There it is.

Love and be loved.

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

JIM:
Where are they going?

CINDY:
I don't know.

Let them go. Let them go.

Yeah.

TIMOTHY:
I know we've

had a great time together.

JONI:
Me, too.

I didn't tell my parents because

they couldn't have

done anything about it.

There's something

you need to know about me.

What is it?

There's nothing I can do about it.

Everything's going to be okay.

(SNIFFLING)

(DOOR OPENING)

Good night.

Oh, good night.

JONI:
Timothy!

(WHISPERING INAUDIBLY)

Oh, I am so confused.

Guys?

Oh, hey!

We were spying.

Yeah, we couldn't help ourselves.

- Oh, she's lovely.

- Yeah.

We really like her.

Yeah.

I more than like her.

Well, of course.

I don't mean to pry, buddy,

but it looks like

you just broke up with her.

No. I let her go.

Why would you do that?

Especially if you more than like her.

Yeah.

You don't get it.

CINDY:
He was right.

We didn't get it.

But we were about to.

We just want to work!

Yeah, we want to work.

My grandfather worked for you.

My father did. My brothers.

24 years! He's given you 24 years!

JIM:
The meeting was about

whether the factory was going to close.

- And the whole town showed up.

- Everybody.

(STAMMERING) Good evening.

I know you're all upset,

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