EXT. PLAYGROUND - DAY
There are little children playing happily on the playground during recess, but one of them--a 5-year-old Oliver--is simply sitting under the trees alone.
OLIVER (V.O)
My mother always told me that I was never truly alone....but I didn't really believe that until Tuesday came...
INT. DAWNY'S ROOM - DAY
Oliver is looking out the window, some of the neighborhood kids are playing a ragtag game of baseball in the street, Oliver looks with a sad pout, a mit in his right hand.
Oliver's mother, Dawny, is standing next to him, holding his left hand and Oliver squeezes it as he gets sadder.
With a light sigh, Oliver let's go of Dawny's hand and climbs onto the bed, playing idly with the blanket. Dawny comes over and sits on the bed, a calming tone in her voice.
DAWNY
What's wrong Ollie-Bear?
YOUNG OLIVER
None of the other kids ever want me to play with them. They always play outside but no one ever invites me....
DAWNY
(baiting)
Do you want to play with the other kids?
Oliver pauses, chewing his lip as he looks around before leaning back into Dawny, comforted by the closeness.
YOUNG OLIVER
I would...if they'd understand me more...
Dawny smiles a bit before she reaches over to the nightstand and picks up a brush, brushing Oliver's hair lightly. He hums in contentment.
DAWNY
Sometimes life can be a little lonely when you're introverted...
YOUNG OLIVER
(confused; he doesn't know what that word means)
Intro-verted....?
OLIVER'S MOTHER
(chuckling)
It means you like the quiet. Reality is a loud and messy place...
YOUNG OLIVER
Is that why you stay inside...?
Dawny pauses for a moment before she continues brushing.
DAWNY
(a personal weight growing behind her words)
...people make things complicated.
Oliver looks at his mother, wide eyed, before nodding and looking away.
YOUNG OLIVER
But everyone else seems so happy with a lot of friends...I want to be happy too.
DAWNY
You can be, Ollie-Bear. There's more than one way to happiness in this world.
YOUNG OLIVER
Yeah, but...how....?
DAWNY
(she pats Oliver's head)
Your mind is a powerful thing, Oliver. The most powerful thing in the world, in fact.
Oliver grows a wide smile, he's intrigued.
DAWNY
Sometimes all you need is a good imagination to be happy. Your own mind can be your best friend.
Oliver pouts a bit at this, he likes the idea but wonders why it hasn't come across him before.
YOUNG OLIVER
When will it happen to me? When will my friend get here?
DAWNY
That's the good part. They'll come whenever you want...Protect you from reality.
YOUNG OLIVER
Is reality really that bad, mommy?
DAWNY
(She looks forward darkly)
Sometimes it is....
YOUNG OLIVER
Is it as bad as--
(he hops up and makes his index finger like a hook, stomping around wobbly on the bed)
--Captain Hook!!!???
DAWNY
(giggling)
Oh ten times worse. That's why you need a Peter Pan to save you from the evil Hook!
Dawny tackles him playfully, laughing "evilly" and Oliver laughs as well as she tickles him.
OLIVER (V.O)
My mother made my mind sound like some kind of fairy tale...and for a while, it kind of was....I had found my Peter Pan...
EXT. PLAYGROUND - DAY
Back on the recess playground,Young Oliver sighs again as he looks at all the kids playing but grows determined. He closes his eyes tightly, trying to conjure up the world his mother was talking about. He opens his eyes and sees the same old playground in front of him, and begins to cry a little.
Soon, Tuesday leans in front of him, looking at him with a questionable look.
TUESDAY
Hey...what's your problem? Why are you crying?
YOUNG OLIVER
(drying his eyes quickly; sniffling)
I'm not crying...who-who are you...?
TUESDAY
I don't know...who are you?
YOUNG OLIVER
I'm...I'm Oliver. Oliver Evans.
TUESDAY
Well Oliver Evans...do you want to play? Or do you wanna sit there and cry all day?
Oliver gives a watery smile and stands.
The two stay well away from the playground, off in a field area. Oliver has a baseball and a mitt.
YOUNG OLIVER
Alright I'll throw and you catch!
Tuesday gives a thumbs up and Oliver smiles, throwing the ball to Tuesday yet it passes right through her.
Oliver blinks, dumbfounded.
YOUNG OLIVER
Oh my God! You're a ghost!
Oliver shrieks a bit and begins rearing back as Tuesday floats closer.
YOUNG OLIVER
Ah! Oh my god, help! Ghosts are real!
She gets up in his face, glowering, it shuts him up.
TUESDAY
(offended)
I'm not a ghost!
(she pokes Oliver hard in the chest, sending him a step back.)
You're the one who called me here!
YOUNG OLIVER
I-I did?
TUESDAY
Yes. You were lonely, so...here I am!
Oliver mulls over Tuesday's words a bit, biting his lip before realization washes over him.
YOUNG OLIVER
Are you here from my brain...? Like my mom said?
TUESDAY
Um...yeah, I guess.
Oliver smiles, regardless of the weirdness of the situation.
YOUNG OLIVER
So can I stick my hand through you?
Oliver reaches his hand and it goes through Tuesday's stomach and he immediately pulls it back out quickly.
YOUNG OLIVER
Cooool!
He puts his hand in again, waving it around as it phases through her. Though it's in a rather "questionable" area of her lower stomach and Tuesday immediately blushes.
TUESDAY
Hey, get your hand out of there!
The two continue to talk and the other kids look over. Taking a view of how the other's see the situation, Oliver is talking to no one...and they all begin to whisper how much of a freak he is.
The bell rings faintly in the background and Oliver continues to simply sit in the grass and talk to Tuesday.
Oliver's teacher approaches.
KINDERGARTEN TEACHER
Oliver, the bell has rung....
She trails off realizing Oliver is talking to himself.
KINDERGARTEN TEACHER
(slower)
So...come inside....
YOUNG OLIVER
(chipper)
Okay. Come on...um...
(he hasn't thought of a name for Tuesday yet.)
-you.
Tuesday makes an displeased face at being called "you" but follows him nonetheless, floating right through the teacher and sticking her tongue out at her.
YOUNG OLIVER
Can she see you?
TUESDAY
Nope.
Oliver's eyes widen in realization of the awkwardness of the matter.
INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
In class, Oliver is stacking some blocks and Tuesday is floating beside him.
YOUNG OLIVER
We need-
(he pauses, looking around nervously, before lowering his voice so only Tuesday hears him)
We need a name for you...
TUESDAY
Yeah, cause I can't say I'm going to answer to being called "you" that much.
YOUNG OLIVER
Um...erm....aw, but I'm not good at making up names.
TUESDAY
Well, how about just taking a word from the wall? It's covered in them.
Tuesday floats over to the nearest wall, pointing to a poster with the days of the week on it.
YOUNG OLIVER
Those are the days of the week...I can't name you a day of the week.
TUESDAY
(disappointed)
Why not?
YOUNG OLIVER
Cause...that's just weird.
TUESDAY
Psh, who wants to be normal?
YOUNG OLIVER
Okay...well...today's Tuesday so...how about Tuesday?
Tuesday mulls it over, before smiling and nodding.
TUESDAY
I like it!
YOUNG OLIVER
Great!
The two smile at each other before Oliver looks particularly at Tuesday's hair.
YOUNG OLIVER
Hey, why's your hair green?
TUESDAY
(shrugging)
Cause it is.
They both share a light laugh and continue playing with the blocks.
OLIVER (V.O)
Tuesday was my imaginary friend...in a lot of ways, my only friend when I was little. She was the best thing about my childhood, cause we had our own little Neverland...our escape from harsh reality.
EXT. GRAVEYARD - DAY (OVERCAST)
As the narration goes on it shows Oliver putting a flower on his mother's grave, Tuesday's there next to him, as is his father.
OLIVER (V.O)
And even as time went on, Tuesday never grew up...
Show how Oliver grows--Him in sitting in a tree talking to Tuesday at age 7, then doing a science project at age 9, and him at an elementary school graduation at age 10--yet Tuesday doesn't grow up at all. And as Tuesday was once taller than Oliver, he began to reach her height more and more.
OLIVER (V.O - CONT.)
...But I did...And Tuesday went away just like every imaginary friend does when you get too old. Only, Tuesday's different....
INT. OLIVER'S APARTMENT - MORNING
Cue, the song "Melancholy Hill" by the Gorillaz.
Show 14-year-old Oliver, he's now in an apartment, it's empty and the sun coming in his bedroom window making everything look bright, yet grey-ish.
He wakes up with a groan, pulling himself out of bed and opens his drawer, throwing some clothes on his bed and going in the bathroom.
He stands in the shower with a bored look, bags under his eyes and yawning.
Cut to him whipping off the fogged up mirror and brushing his teeth lazily before trying to brush his cowlick down, but it simply pops back up again.
He walks downstairs, dressed, and goes into the fridge to get a bowl of cereal and then sits down at the table.
He's finally snapped from his melancholy routine when he sees Tuesday across the table.
TUESDAY
(giddily waving)
Hi Ollie-Bear!
Oliver wears an utterly shocked expression, food falling from his mouth.
OLIVER (V.O - CONT.)
I had gone through all of middle school without Tuesday...but then when I was about to start high school. Tuesday came back...
INT. SUBWAY - DAY
In the current timeline, Oliver and Tuesday on a subway, riding, for the moment, quietly.
OLIVER (V.O)
...And she won't leave.
CUE OPENING CREDITS.
Still on the subway, Tuesday is floating in a belly down kind of way, poking Oliver's arm lazily. Oliver is clearly annoyed, but tries to bite it back until he simply can't.
OLIVER
Knock it off! You know I hate it when you do that!
Tuesday shrinks back a bit, annoyed as well, but Oliver's outburst catches the attention of the Helga and Delany. Helga whispers to her sister, glaring at Oliver the entire way.
Oliver sighs and looks to the old woman sitting next to Tuesday, she scoots away slowly, clutching her purse close to her, looking nervous.
Oliver simply looks down, fed up with the same old reactions from people.
TUESDAY
You don't have to yell, you know.
OLIVER
Well you don't have to constantly poke at me, you know.
(he sighs a bit, calming down.)
It's just, I keep telling you how crazy it makes me look in public.
TUESDAY
Well I'm so bored. You know I hate the subway.
OLIVER
At least you don't have to smell it.
Oliver covers his nose, looking at the Hughbe sitting next to them, clearly stinking of fish and seawater. He glares at Oliver.
HUGHBE
At least I don't talk to myself.
The words hit Oliver kind of hard, and Oliver looks away, defeated.
Hughbe gets up as the subway stops, getting off with a crowd of others before the doors close and the subway begins to move again.
Tuesday gives a little giggle, finding the moment funny.
OLIVER (V.O)
Having an imaginary friend at 14 is weird enough...but it's even weirder that Tuesday just...won't leave. Which, clearly can cause some problems.
INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
Oliver is taking a math test, trying to concentrate yet having problems. Tuesday floats over him, looking at his work.
TUESDAY
Come on, Oliver we studied this last night. I know you know it.
OLIVER
(agitated and pulling at his hair; muttering)
I know, I just can't remember.
TUESDAY
Remember PEMDAS Oliver. Peeeeemdas.
OLIVER
(still agitated and muttering)
I know, I know, but what does the "E" stand for!?
A ruler slaps down on his desk, and his teacher looks down at him, frowning.
Cut to Oliver looking at a detention slip for "disturbing class during an important test". He glares as Tuesday who grins sheepishly.
INT. BATHROOM - DAY
Next, Oliver is in the bathroom peeing, as Tuesday floats awkwardly next to him. Oliver refuses to make eye contact.
OLIVER
Don't look!
INT. DETENTION CLASSROOM - DAY
In detention, Tuesday and Oliver are talking quietly. Oliver is using his phone under his desk.
TUESDAY
I just don't get it.
OLIVER
It's called Tumblr, Tuesday.
TUESDAY
That's what I don't get...why do you need to tumble on the internet?
Oliver laughs a bit, and the teacher overseeing detention clears her throat, showing through her perspective that Oliver is talking to himself.
Oliver and Tuesday smile sheepishly at each other.
INT. OLIVER'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Oliver and Tuesday are at his apartment. Ace--Oliver's father--still isn't home, but they're having an argument while watching TV.
OLIVER
I told you to stop doing that, it's annoying!
TUESDAY
Your face is annoying.
OLIVER
(sucking his teeth)
Oh, grow up, you're so immature.
INT. NEIGHBOR'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
In the apartment next door, the neighbors are having dinner, pausing briefly at the yelling next door.
OVERTON
Isn't Oliver's father away tonight...?
DEEDEE
I believe so.
They both look at each other as the yelling gets louder, before going back to eating.
OVERTON
(taking a sip of his drink)
Strange boy.
INT. BATHROOM - DAY
Back in the bathroom, Oliver is still peeing as Tuesday floats next to him.
TUESDAY
(annoyed)
Are you almost finished!?
OLIVER
I told you not to look!
INT. SCHOOL CAFETERIA - DAY
Oliver is having lunch and Tuesday is floating next to him. The two are having a simple conversation.
OLIVER
And the art exhibit's the 5th, but I'm not sure I'm going to do it.
TUESDAY
Aw, why not? You've got the talent.
OLIVER
Eh...I'm still not sure.
But everyone else is staying as far away from them as possible. Whispering how he's a freak.
Yoko walks up to them boldly, though, sitting next to Oliver and smiling. Oliver returns the grin.
YOKO
Hello Oliver.
OLIVER
Hey, Yoko.
OLIVER (V.O)
That's Yoko. She's my newest friend as of the beginning of high school. She's a bit weird...but she's the only one who knows about Tuesday, and actually doesn't think I'm a freak.
Yoko scoots a little closer to Oliver, whispering.
YOKO
So, how are things with Tuesday?
OLIVER
(leaning back in his chair)
It's fine...if you don't count the stares and constant whispering that I can-
(yelling in a general direction of a group of girls laughing at him)
-still hear even though they think I can't!
Yoko takes a bite of her food before throwing a particularly creepy glare at them, static in the background. The whispering girls all shut up, chewing and cutting glares at her occasionally.
Oliver and Tuesday just stare in a moment of awe before shrugging it off, Yoko's done it before.
YOKO
Don't pay attention to them.
Yoko smiles a bit sheepishly, tucking her hair behind her ear as she darts her eyes away, blushingly.
YOKO (CONT.)
You're just a special...kind of guy....
Oliver throws her a confused look, not knowing whether he should feel flattered or be insulted.
Yoko immediately picks up on his confusion and corrects herself.
YOKO
(stuttering)
I-I mean, you have a very complex mind.
OLIVER
(letting it go; sighing)
I guess. I just wish I knew why exactly I have an involuntary imaginary friend....
TUESDAY
(offended)
You make it sound like it's a bad thing.
OLIVER
You know what I mean, Tuesday.
YOKO
If you really want an expert's opinion, my aunt is a psychologist.
OLIVER
What? Really?
Yoko nods.
YOKO
Mmm hmm.
OLIVER
Yoko, why didn't you tell me?
YOKO
I'm telling you now, aren't I?
Oliver smiles fondly, but then frowns a bit.
YOKO
What's wrong?
OLIVER
It's just...I can't believe I'm so messed up I'm considering seeing a shrink.
YOKO
(aggressively "reassuring")
There's nothing wrong with therapy...it wouldn't be needed if people weren't such judgmental, stuck up, pricks....!
Yoko begins to rant, a few demons from her past boiling up, but she stops herself and looked over at Oliver. He and Tuesday exchange confused looks before Yoko fully calms herself.
YOKO
(exhaling and switching to a mature tone)
Even so...realizing you need therapy is the first step.
OLIVER
But still...I'm 14...I shouldn't have this many issues.
YOKO
You have a troubled mind. Nothing to be ashamed of.
Oliver looks down, still, still looking uncertain.
YOKO
Well, you do want answers...right?
Oliver chews on the thought, looking at Tuesday, who frowns at him, not happy about the therapy.
OLIVER
Yeah...yeah, I want answers.
YOKO
Then it's worth a shot.
Yoko takes out a pen and paper, writing down the address and name of her aunt before handing it to Oliver.
YOKO
Here's her address. If you're really serious, you should have a session with her. I'll call it in for you.
OLIVER
Would she really be able to see me?
YOKO
I'll work something out. Besides, Aunt Minty owes me a favor after the last family reunion.
Yoko grins a bit devilishly and Oliver and Tuesday look at the paper.
He turns to Yoko and smiles a bit, placing a hand on her shoulder.
OLIVER
(softly)
Thanks Yoko
She smiles as well, looking away a bit sheepishly; trying to keep her cool.
YOKO
No problem.
Tuesday dips her head in-between Oliver and Yoko and Oliver yelps, rearing back and taking his hand off Yoko. Yoko only reacts when Oliver does, as she doesn't see Tuesday.
Tuesday sits on Oliver's shoulder's, resting her elbows atop his head, feeling possessive. Oliver's displeased, but used to it.
YOKO
Oh, and it's probably good to pick up some mixed nuts on the way there.
Oliver and Tuesday look at each other in a confused manner.
OLIVER
What for?
YOKO
Just, trust me.
INT. SUBWAY - DAY
Back in the current timeline, on the subway they are nearing their destination.
Tuesday is visibly unhappy.
OLIVER
What's your problem, now?
TUESDAY
So we're going to go see this lady so she can get rid of me?
OLIVER
No...we're going so I can see if I'm crazy or not.
TUESDAY
Psh...well that ship has sailed.
OLIVER
(glaring)
I'm going to ignore that, because I don't pay attention to insults from my own brain.
Tuesday sticks out her tongue before slugging her shoulders, looking saddened.
TUESDAY
But...I don't want to go...
Oliver's eyes widen a bit at her comment, he looks over at her with dulled worry before the subway stops, and they both get off.
EXT. CITY SIDEWALK - DAY
As they walk down the sidewalk, Oliver looks at the piece of paper Yoko wrote for him and looks at the different addresses of the buildings before perking up in remembrance.
OLIVER
Oh! I forgot! Wait right here Tuesday.
He runs in a nearby convenience store quickly.
TUESDAY
Wait-Oliver!
Tuesday is left in the street, a man walks through her before her world fades to white due to Oliver being away. She sighs a bit sadly to herself and simply floats there until Oliver comes back, bringing back the bustle of the city with him.
Oliver dangles some mixed nuts in the air, showing Tuesday what he brought.
Oliver's feeling generous and lets Tuesday ride on his shoulders, she gladly does so as Oliver continues walking, still looking at the paper.
He arrives at the psychiatric ward, a tall building oddly placed in the middle of smaller shops.
OLIVER
Okay...I guess this is it.
Oliver and Tuesday look at each other, uncertain.
TUESDAY
Last chance to go back and forget this whole therapy mess.
Oliver rolls his eyes and shoves Tuesday off his shoulders, she floats near him.
OLIVER
You can go back. Have fun on the smelly subway.
Oliver walks in the doors, waving his hand. Tuesday sighs.
TUESDAY
Okay, okay, I'm coming....
She and follows him.
INT. ELEVATOR - DAY
In the elevator, Tuesday is clinging to Oliver tightly with her arms and legs wrapped around him. Oliver is annoyed.
OLIVER
What, you don't like elevators either?
There is a woman in the elevator with them, and she simply gives them a quizzical look.
INT. MINTY'S WAITING ROOM - DAY
Oliver and Tuesday depart from the elevator and Oliver shoves Tuesday off of him.
He goes over to the front desk, finding a man--Hobs--sitting there, typing on his computer.
OLIVER
Um, is this the floor Dr. Osaki's on?
Hobs keeps typing, seeming in his own little world.
OLIVER
Uh...sir?
HOBS
(snapping out of it)
Whu-what?
(notices Oliver)
Oh, Yes...can I help you?
Oliver rolls his eyes, leaning against the desk.
OLIVER
Is this Dr. Osaki's floor?
HOBS
Yes...Do you have an appointment?
OLIVER
My friend scheduled it for me...at 4:30?
HOBS
(typing on computer a bit)
Mr. Evans?
OLIVER
Yes.
HOBS
Yeah, just go wait on the couch over there.
(He waves his hand in the waiting room's general direction, wanting to get back to his computer time.)
Miss Osaki will be with you as soon as her next victim-I mean client is finished.
OLIVER
(gulps)
Um...sure.
As Oliver and the Hobs are talking Tuesday makes faces at the man--know he can't see her. Oliver nudges Tuesday with his elbow to get her to stop.
OLIVER
(muttering)
Stop it Tuesday.
Hobs looks up from his computer, lifting a brow at Oliver.
Oliver walks away, chastising Tuesday.
OLIVER
(still muttering)
You can't do that here, it's embarrassing.
(pause)
I know he can't see you, but it makes me seem crazy by telling you to stop it.
(pause)
Hey, don't get sassy with me.
Hobs watches as Oliver talks to himself, and shakes his head.
HOBS
Another bright client...
Oliver and Tuesday sit in the waiting room. There's awkward music playing and Tuesday's rather obvious loud sighs of discomfort start to pick at Oliver before the door opens to Minty's office.
A girl runs out crying.
CRYING GIRL
You're an evil person! Stay away from me.
MINTY
How was I supposed to know he was my clients husband!? He took off his wedding ring!
The girl still runs off.
MINTY
Ah, whatever, you'll be back.
HOBS
Breaking more hearts Minty?
MINTY
Oh, put a sock in it Hobs, I don't pay you to do commentary on my clients.
HOBS
(pointing over to Oliver)
Speaking of which....
Minty sniffles before turning to face Oliver and Tuesday, looking at them blankly.
MINTY
(dryly)
Who are you?
OLIVER
Um...I'm Oliver...Oliver Evans...your 4:30 client.
MINTY
Oh right, your the favor to my niece. Yeah, well...come on in.
Oliver and Tuesday look at each other once more.
TUESDAY
(sing-song)
Last chance to leeeave.
Oliver groans and stands, walking in the door, with Tuesday following in a huff.
INT. MINTY'S OFFICE - DAY
Oliver and Tuesday go inside, sitting on the couch across from Minty's desk. The large windows account for a lot of light washing into the room.
MINTY
So...my niece tells me you're a special case.
(takes a drink and slams it down)
How special? Cause I've got a disgruntled postal worker coming in after you and I don't know how many more whack-jobs I can take in one day.
Oliver blinks and bites his lip nervously. Looking at Tuesday and sighing.
OLIVER
Um...maybe I should just go...?
MINTY
Oh come on, you're a teenager. What's the matter? Your girlfriend dumped you? Have a crush on your step-mom? Lay it on me, I've heard it all.
OLIVER
I...have an imaginary friend.
MINTY
(rolling her lips in laughter)
That's it!? Well, I can say you're too old for that stuff, but that's your "big problem"? Man,
(stretching)
Yoko's losing her touch for finding me clients.
Oliver sighs.
MINTY (CONT.)
Listen, Oliver, my advice: go outside, breath some fresh city air and find some real friends....any questions?
OLIVER
(turned off)
Yeah...just one.
MINTY
And no, you can't have my number.
Minty laughs to herself.
OLIVER
That's not it
(to himself)
You crazy lady...
MINTY
You can't have my niece's number either.
OLIVER
Again...not it.
MINTY
Then what is it?
OLIVER
How do you get rid of an involuntary imaginary friend?
Minty snaps out of being absorbed in herself and her eyes grow wide. She goes through of mix of looking shocked, then worried, then uncomfortable yet determined to learn more.
MINTY
(cautiously interested)
In...voluntary? As in beyond your control?
Oliver nods.
OLIVER
I've tried just about everything to make Tuesday go away, but nothing works...Everything she does is beyond my control, and I just...
(he sighs)
Just...is that that normal?
Minty taps her pen on her desk in a nervous habit for a little while before getting up and walking right up to Oliver, staring at him intently...it makes him uneasy.
OLIVER
Um...Dr. Osaki...?
Minty's eyes get extremely wide, and she scrutinizes Oliver's face, like she's looking for something.
MINTY
(oddly deep voice)
How long...?
OLIVER
Pardon...?
MINTY
How....long? How long have you had this imaginary friend of yours?
OLIVER
(hesitantly)
Since I was li-
(he catches himself, not wanting to seem too crazy with how long he's seen Tuesday).
Uh...a few months....
Minty rears back, heaving a sigh.
MINTY
(to herself)
Hmmm, still early.
Her eyes begin to dart around, searching.
MINTY
Is this...imaginary friend of yours here...right now...?
OLIVER
...Yeah. Right next to me.
Minty pokes around the air right next to Oliver, unknowingly putting her hand right through Tuesday's stomach.
Tuesday squeals, trying to push Minty's hand away, but she can't.
TUESDAY
Make her stop, Oliver, geez!
OLIVER
(to Minty)
You're actually poking Tuesday right now...can you stop?
Minty squeals as well, pulling her hand back and rubbing it. Her nerves are getting bad and she throws a glower at Oliver.
MINTY
(verging frantic)
Look, kid, this is serious. So you aren't just messing with me are you?
OLIVER
No.
Minty's words get more panicked as she speaks.
MINTY
Not just getting your digs on the psychologist?
OLIVER
I said no.
MINTY
Making cracks at the lady in the suit. Isn't that what you kids say "making cracks."?
OLIVER
Will you just move on you crazy-
Minty attempts to calm herself down as Oliver speaks, taking a deep breath before cutting him off.
MINTY
But, moving on.
She paces the floor a bit; a routine.
MINTY
Do your parents know?
OLIVER
Parent...and no.
Minty looks like she's growing nervous again at his answer. She looks at him.
MINTY
Divorce?
OLIVER
My mother died when I was 7.
Minty nerves seems to mix with a dark realization over her face, and she frowns.
MINTY
Does this imaginary friend look like your mother?
Oliver looks over at Tuesday who smiles proudly. Oliver snickers a bit.
OLIVER
Not even a little.
TUESDAY
(offended)
Hey!
MINTY
What about your dad? How's he taking this?
OLIVER
He's working.
MINTY
Come home late?
OLIVER
More like comes home once a week...
(sighs)
Sometimes once every two weeks.
Minty shakes her head, finding some kind of hilarity in Ace's (Oliver's father) choice in work. She laughs a bit to herself.
MINTY
So he leaves his under-18-year-old child home alone for weeks at a time? No wonder you've got issues.
OLIVER
I don't care what my father does! He's probably off sleeping with more women...
Minty looks up again.
MINTY
Ooooh, conflict.
Minty sits down and writes some things down. It's shown that she's simply adding a drawing to her doodle page, a broken heart.
MINTY
Tell me more.
OLIVER
There's nothing more to tell...my father has nothing to do with Tuesday.
Minty grins a bit and shakes her head and writes some more things down.
MINTY
Resists...cooperation.
OLIVER
(annoyed)
I'm not resisting cooperation. I'm here to talk about Tuesday, not my father.
MINTY
(twirling her pen)
And I here to find out why you're being such a stereotypical teenage boy. Whining and biting back your feelings. That's not helping anyone, kid.
OLIVER
(pouty voice that decays his decline)
I'm not whining.
MINTY
Alright then...lets talk about your father some more...
Glares and stands.
OLIVER
I told you I don't want to talk about my father. He has nothing to do with any of this! So if that's all you wanna talk about then I'm leaving...
Oliver goes to the door, Tuesday floats up and reaches out a hand for him.
TUESDAY
(chastising)
Oliver!
Minty stands, looking worried that he's leaving so soon.
MINTY
(a bit desperate)
Hey kid, get back here! The session's not finished yet!
OLIVER
(muttering to himself)
I don't care. I don't have to listen to some pear-shaped old lady insult me...
(to Tuesday)
Come on Tuesday, let's-
Minty's hand slams the door closed, an startles Oliver. He turns and finds Minty with a rather creepy look on her face grinning devilishly.
MINTY
(strained)
Pear-shaped...old lady...?
Oliver gulps.
MINTY
(becoming unstable)
You don't think I can do my job?
OLIVER
I didn't say that-
MINTY
You think I'm the craaaazy old lady huh? Listen here, kid, you've got a special case here...and the only way you're gonna get out of it, is with my help, or else this world is gonna chew you up and spit you out.
Oliver looks thoroughly creeped out but he stands his ground, challenging Minty.
OLIVER
You're not the only therapist in town.
MINTY
Oh so that's your attitude, huh?Well I've got a few things for you you little piece of-
INT. MINTY'S WAITING ROOM - DAY
In the waiting room, Hobs is, once again, looking at something on his computer. There's a lot of muffled yelling and loud crashes of thing being thrown around and he looks at the door, hearing the noise.
It happens all the time but he still takes off his glasses and rubs his temples.
HOBS
(trying to convince himself)
I love my job, I love my job, I love my job...
INT. MINTY'S OFFICE - DAY
Minty's going crazy, throwing things books around the room. Her desk is flipped over and Oliver is cowering in the corner, using a spare book to hit back anything that comes his way.
Tuesday stays near Oliver, all the objects passing through her.
TUESDAY
(examining her nails; smugly)
I told you we shouldn't have come.
OLIVER
Shut up, Tuesday!
Tuesday grins in an "evil" innocence as Oliver yells.
Minty goes over to the shelves, ripping through them and growling.
MINTY
And where are my freaking nuts!!!!???
Oliver perks up.
OLIVER
Nuts...?
He reaches in his pocket and pulls out the mixed nuts Yoko made him buy.
OLIVER
(timid)
Um...Dr. Osaki...?
She doesn't hear him.
OLIVER
Dr. Osaki!!!!
MINTY
What!?
OLIVER
I have some nuts.
Minty stomps over to Oliver and snatches them from him, ripping the bag open and pouring the whole bag in her mouth; crunching loudly.
Almost instantly her shoulder sag, and she looks exhausted. Dragging herself over to her desk and turning her chair upright she sits in it, sighing.
MINTY
(tired, but professional)
So...You seem to be suffering from chronic hallucinations...
Oliver blinks, shocked at what he just saw. He throws the book he was holding to the ground.
OLIVER
Hold on, hold on! What the heck is wrong with you?
MINTY
Oh that? That happens sometimes when I get angry. Nuts are the only thing that seem to calm me down.
(shrugs)
No big deal.
OLIVER
No big....No big deal!? You could've killed me!
MINTY
Oh, stop being so over-dramatic. The worst someone's gotten is a sprained wrist.
OLIVER
I'm outta here.
TUESDAY
Thank you!
MINTY
I meant what I said though. I'm the only one who can really help you. And don't want to know exactly how to get rid of your "friend"...?
Oliver turns around...and Tuesday looks worried once again.
MINTY
It's completely up to you.
Oliver sighs, feeling cheated.
MINTY
I know that doesn't sound like what you want to hear. But as much of a free agent you think this whole thing is, your imaginary friend's only there because that's what you want. And you need to figure out why you want companionship so badly you're willing to compensate for an imaginary friend at 14-years-old.
Oliver blinks, mulling over the words carefully and Tuesday looks at him in wonder.
MINTY
(looking at her watch)
So, it's 5 o'clock. Time for my disgruntled postal worker. Which means you-
(she points to Oliver)
-out of here. Now. Get back to me with an answer to that next session.
OLIVER
Next session....?
MINTY
Don't worry...you'll be back. They always come back...
Oliver turns to walk out.
MINTY
Oh, but one more thing.
OLIVER
What?
MINTY
(holds out her hand)
300 dollars.
Oliver looks shocked.
MINTY
Therapy ain't covered by health care, kid. Next time think before you catch the crazy.
Oliver sighs and takes out his wallet.
INT. MINTY'S WAITING ROOM
Oliver walks out in a huff, and Minty closes the door behind her.
Hobs simply sits there looking like he wants to chime in and Minty rolls her eyes.
MINTY
Go ahead, say something.
HOBS
That was a pretty noisy session for a walk in client.
They both look over as Oliver steps into the elevator, talking to "someone" who's clearly not there.
HOBS
But for a walk in he sure is...weird.
MINTY
More than weird, he's familiar. He has an imaginary friend that he can't get to go away.
Hobs's eyes widen.
HOBS
(genuinely concerned)
Think you can handle another one?
Minty turns, walking back into her office.
MINTY
I don't know....
In her office, she goes to the big window, leaning against it and looking down at the ground as Oliver walks outside.
MINTY
I guess I'm about to find out....
EXT. OUTSIDE THE PSYCHOLOGY BUILDING
Oliver and Tuesday come outside and Yoko is in front, playing with a yoyo.
OLIVER
Yoko? What are you doing here?
YOKO
How did things go with Aunt Minty?
OLIVER
She's utterly insane.
YOKO
So I take it you used the nuts?
OLIVER
Yeah...thanks for the tip. But why didn't you warn me your aunt was such a basket case!?
YOKO
Aunt Minty's very....odd. But she's very good at her job.
(she thinks for a bit)
Most of the time.
OLIVER
Yeah...I guess.
YOKO
Will you be going back to see her....?
Tuesday shakes her head no, but Oliver sighs and nods.
OLIVER
Yeah...
Tuesday groans.
YOKO
(smiles)
I figured.
(whispers to Oliver)
How's Tuesday taking it?
TUESDAY
(annoyed)
I can still hear her!
OLIVER
Just as I thought. Badly...
Yoko turns in the opposite direction in which Tuesday is.
YOKO
Well, Tuesday...
OLIVER
Tuesday's over here, Yoko
Oliver moves Yoko over to face Tuesday.
YOKO
Oh, thank you. Tuesday...we both just have to keep Oliver's well-being in mind.
(friendly teasing)
Cause he can be such a baby sometimes.
She pinches his cheeks, smiling devilishly.
OLIVER
(blushing in embarrassment)
Hey, Yoko, quit it.
She smiles and turns to walk off.
YOKO
See you at school tomorrow.
OLIVER
Yeah see you!
(exhausted sigh)
Let's go Tuesday.
Tuesday ignores him, giving a "hmp" with her arms crossed. Oliver rolls his eyes.
INT. SUBWAY - NIGHT
Cue to the song "Take me Somewhere Nice" by Mogwai. It plays softly in the background.
Oliver and Tuesday ride the subway back home in silence. Oliver looks around and no one's looking at him funny.
He turns to see the Hughbe from before.
HUGHBE
Where's your invisible friend?
Oliver looks a Tuesday who's still ignoring him.
OLIVER
Mad at me.
HUGHBE
Oh...
Awkward silence.
HUGHBE
Well, I hope things work out.
Oliver gives a dumbfounded look toward's Smelly Man's cooperation, but then shakes it off, slumping back.
OLIVER
Yeah...me too.
Oliver and Tuesday get off the subway, it's now early evening. As they climb up the stairs to higher ground, Oliver goes over to where he parked his motor scooter, and gestures for Tuesday to ride on his shoulders, but she refuses and sits at the back of the seat, her back facing his.
They ride in silence, the tension of Tuesday being upset is thick.
Oliver's scooter is parked in front of his apartment and he goes to the second floor, unlocking his door.
INT. OLIVER'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Oliver opens the door to his apartment, turning on the lights and there's no one there, as usual. He exhales and goes to the kitchen, looking through the fridge for food.
Tuesday, still angry, floats over to the couch and floats above it, arms still crossed.
OLIVER
You have to talk to me eventually.
Oliver goes into he fridge, pulling out a plate of food covered with tin foil. He pulls off the foil and places the plate in the microwave.
OLIVER
What's the point of having you around if I can't talk to you?
TUESDAY
I thought you didn't "want" me around anymore?
OLIVER
Look, Tuesday. It's just having you around so much isn't normal. I have to look further into this.
The microwave beeps--ready. Oliver takes the food out.
TUESDAY
And going back to that crazy lady is going to help?
OLIVER
Well...yeah.
Oliver sits down with a plate of food and a drink, placing it on the pull out table in front of him, but turning to Tuesday.
OLIVER
You know...even though you constantly annoy me...and make me look crazy all the time...and you never leave...ever...
TUESDAY
A point would be nice, Oliver.
OLIVER
Still...as long as you're around, at least I'm not lonely....
Tuesday opens her mouth to say something, but then pauses and smiles. Oliver returns the smile.
He pats the spot on the couch next to him, silently beckoning her over and she sit next to him, leaning against his shoulder; eyes closed and smiling contently. Oliver looks at her fondly before turning towards he TV.
OLIVER
Wanna watch some TV?
TUESDAY
(she perks up from her comfortable daze)
Sure...what's on tonight?
OLIVER
I think a new Defenders of Berk...
TUESDAY
That went on hiatus last week, don't you remember?
OLIVER
No, that's next week it goes on hiatus.
TUESDAY
No...it was last week.
OLIVER
Tuesday, can we not argue?
TUESDAY
I'm not arguing, I'm just saying...it was last week.
OLIVER
See!? We can't even watch TV without arguing. You're so immature.
TUESDAY
Ugh, pick a new insult, you sound like a broken record....Ollie Bear!
Oliver digs his fingers in his hair in frustration.
OLIVER
Arrgh! You know I hate being called Ollie Bear!
TUESDAY
Oh really? Ollie Bear! Ollie Bear! Ollie Bear!
She floats close to his face, smiling a little devilishly.
TUESDAY
(whispering)
Ollie Bear.
OLIVER
(he snaps)
Okay, fine, you said you wanted me to pick a new insult? Oh, ho ho, gladly-!
INT. NEIGHBOR'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Oliver's neighbors are eating dinner yet again and hear Oliver yelling at himself again.
DEEDEE
That boy's father needs to come home...
CUT TO CREDITS.
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