The Odd Life of Timothy Green

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(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

James and Cynthia Green?

- Yes.

- Right this way, please.

(SIGHS)

EVETTE:
Okay.

James and Cynthia Green.

Thirteen Oak Lane Road, Stanleyville.

Yeah.

Wait. You didn't answer

what makes you qualified.

Oh, we know. There wasn't much space.

We had so much to say.

Also here on page four.

In response to,

"What experience or experiences

"have best prepared you,"

you only wrote "Timothy."

Yes.

EVETTE:
The only chance

you two have is

if you put it all on the table.

We agree.

That's why we want

to use our time to tell you our story.

Okay.

There's just one thing.

You're going to find it hard to believe.

CINDY:
This all began last September.

We'd been trying for a number of years,

and Dr. Hunt finally gave us the news.

First of all, you couldn't

have tried harder.

Or done more.

We have explored every medical option

at a great cost to you.

But there comes a point when you...

You have to accept...

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

I am so sorry.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Hold it!

Come on, honey. Come on. Come on.

Oh! Can you push the button for me?

Push it right there.

Good job! What would I do without you?

High-five!

(CHILD BABBLING)

(CAR HORNS HONKING)

CINDY:
So we drove back home.

JIM:
We went back to work

and on with our day.

We'll get a puppy.

(VOICE BREAKING)

I don't want a puppy!

- Bye.

- Bye.

Hey, Tommy.

Here you go. I'll see you inside.

Good job.

CINDY:
Like all good stories,

the Stanleyville pencil factory,

this museum and

this town begins with a dream.

Stanley Crudstaff, our patron.

This is his original desk over here.

Please follow me.

You hungry?

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

BRENDA ON MACHINE: Hey, sis!

Uh, just checking in to make sure

you're still up for tomorrow.

We'd be willing to host.

The kids just bought Bart a new grill.

You wouldn't believe it.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Hi, this is Allen Rust

with the Sisters of Mercy Hospital.

Please call me back about

an outstanding balance. Thank you.

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

(SIGHS)

(CINDY SOBBING)

Honey.

We're moving on.

(SNIFFLES)

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFLES)

WOMAN ON TV:
You can see

we've got some dirt here.

But in order to

make good growing soil...

(FOOTSTEPS DESCENDING STAIRS)

...and a good growing bed

for your garden,

you've got to get down

a good 12 to 18 inches.

I can't do it. I can't move on.

Then move out of the way.

For years, we've been thinking about

what our kid would have been like.

Don't.

We can move on tomorrow.

Just for tonight,

can we have a kid?

You heard what the doctor said.

Give it up! Give it up.

There we go. Never give up!

Our kid

would never give up.

You know what else I think?

- I can't.

- Our kid

would have your good heart.

This isn't funny, Jim.

But our kid would be funny.

Not make fun of other people funny,

or burp and fart funny,

but funny like...

Funny like Uncle Bub.

JIM:
You know that, uh,

that kind of kid that you always believe.

Someone honest. You want a truth-teller.

Yeah, I do. I want one like that.

But our kid can't be perfect.

I don't want one of

those annoying perfect kids.

How about this?

Honest to a fault.

- Yes! We have a winner.

- Yes! Yes!

- Would our kid be musical?

- Definitely.

Clarinet like me, drums like you, or...

I don't know what kind of instrument.

All I know is our kid...

Our kid would rock!

- Ah! We so agree.

- Our kid would rock!

Write that.

Artistically.

Picasso with a pencil.

Yes.

A glass half-full person.

Love and be loved.

How great an athlete are you picturing?

You were terrible at soccer.

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