INT. DAWNY'S ROOM - DAY
Cut to Dawny's room, a 5-year-old Oliver's sitting her in lap while she brushes his hair. They both look content.
OLIVER (V.O)
When I was little...my mom always told me that I never had to be alone....
Oliver turns his head up to look at Dawny, and she smiles at him.
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 - CONT.)
...that as long as I used my imagination I wouldn't be lonely. But I didn't really believe that until Tuesday came...
Soon, Tuesday leans in front of him, looking at him with a questionable look.
TUESDAY
(unsympathetic)
Hey...what's your problem? Why are you crying?
Oliver's teary eyes widen and Tuesday crosses her arms, giving him an unsympathetic look.
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....Even if no one else could see her...
Oliver tries to show Tuesday to some of the kids in his class, but no one can see her. They all walk away from him, whispering. But Tuesday smiles at him and they play with blocks in the corner together.
OLIVER (V.O - CONT.)
...Tuesday was my escape.
(sighs)
An escape from a harsh reality.
EXT. GRAVEYARD - DAY (OVERCAST)
As the narration goes on it shows Oliver putting a flower on his Dawny's grave, Tuesday's there next to him, as is Ace.
OLIVER (V.O)
...But even though Tuesday went away just like every imaginary friend does when you get too old. Tuesday...well, Tuesday's different....
INT. OLIVER'S APARTMENT - MORNING
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, noticing that he's drooling and whips it off with an annoyed expression. Cut to the kitchen and goes into the fridge to get milk and then sits down at the table to eat breakfast.
He's finally snapped from his melancholy routine when he sees Tuesday across the table smiling at him. She gets right up in his face.
TUESDAY
(giddy)
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)
(annoyed)
...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
(yelling)
Will you 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 Hughbe sitting next to him. Hughbe offers him a strange look.
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
(still yelling)
And you don't have to poke me!
(he sighs a bit, calming down.)
It's just, I keep telling you how crazy it makes me look in public.
TUESDAY
But I'm so bored.
(over dramatic)
Oh Oliver, why do you betray me, dragging me on the subway when you know I hate it...? You're so cruel.
OLIVER
Oh will you stop being a drama queen.
(holding his nose)
And at least you don't have to smell the subway.
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.
Tuesday gives a little giggle, finding the moment funny.
TUESDAY
(snarky)
How embarrassing.
Oliver growls at her.
OLIVER (V.O)
Having an imaginary friend at 14 is weird enough...but it's even weirder that Tuesday just...won't leave. Which, as you can guess, makes my life pretty interesting....
INT. BATHROOM - DAY
Next, Oliver is in the bathroom peeing, as Tuesday floats awkwardly next to him, peeking over curiously. Oliver refuses to make eye contact.
OLIVER
Don't look!
INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
In class, Tuesday and Oliver are talking quietly. Oliver is using his phone under his desk, having already finished his test.
TUESDAY
I just don't get it.
OLIVER
(whispering)
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, showing her his phone.
OLIVER
(lightly)
See...?
He notices a shadow over him. His teacher--Harley--looks down at him, frowning.
Cut to Oliver looking at a detention slip for "disturbing class during an important test". He glares at Tuesday who grins sheepishly.
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 on her back lazily. Oliver looks at a flyer that's advertising an art exhibit.
OLIVER
(apprehensive)
It's on the 5th, but I'm not sure I'm going to do it.
TUESDAY
(examining her nails)
Why? It's not like you don't have enough artwork lying around in your room.
Oliver looks down, still mulling it over.
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.
OLIVER (V.O)
But, at least I was able to make one friend...
Yoko walks up to them boldly, though, sitting next to Oliver and smiling. Oliver returns the grin.
YOKO
Hello Oliver.
OLIVER
Hey, Yoko.
Cut to Oliver looking at the box lunch Yoko brought for him that day and grimaces, the food looks like dark, slimey noodles.
TUESDAY
Ollie Bear, I know you like her and stuff, but do you have to eat the weird stuff she makes for you every day?
OLIVER
Uh, what is this stuff?
YOKO
(mouth full)
Mozuku. It's good for your immune system. Eat up.
Oliver simply stares at the food. 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 Tuesday came back all of a sudden...It's just so weird.
TUESDAY
(offended)
You make it sound like it's a bad thing.
OLIVER
(dismissive)
You know what I mean, Tuesday.
Oliver tried to take a bite of the Mozuku before Yoko starts speaking again.
YOKO
Well, you know, my aunt's a psychologist.
OLIVER
What? Really?
Yoko nods.
YOKO
Mmm hmm.
Oliver smiles, a bit excited, but then frowns.
YOKO
What's wrong?
Oliver buries his head in his hands.
OLIVER
It's just...I can't believe I'm so messed up I'm considering seeing a shrink.
Yoko leans over, putting a hand on his back.
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, and she breaks her chop sticks as she crushes it in her palm.
Oliver and Tuesday exchange confused looks with a simultaneous "uhhhh" before Yoko gets up and gets a fork from the lunch line and sits down, apparently having calmed herself down.
YOKO
(exhaling and switching to a mature tone)
So yeah...there's nothing wrong with therapy...
Oliver looks like he's about to say something about Yoko's outburst but doesn't. He just brushes it off instead.
OLIVER
I guess....
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 and Tuesday look at the address before He turns to Yoko and smiles a bit, placing a hand on her shoulder. They're having a "moment".
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 is 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.
Oliver and Tuesday continue to look confused before Oliver looks over at the paper again.
He finally takes a bite of the Mozuku and makes a choking sound. He doesn't like it.
Cut to end of Act 1 Bumper.
INT. CITY SIDEWALK - DAY
Back in the current timeline Oliver and Tuesday are getting off the subway. Oliver has some mixed nuts in his hand, and he looks at the paper as he walks down the sidewalk. Tuesday is visibly unhappy as she rides on his shoulders.
He arrives at the psychiatric ward, a tall building oddly placed in the middle of smaller shops.
OLIVER
(a little nervous)
Okay...I guess this is it.
Oliver and Tuesday look at each other, uncertain.
TUESDAY
(sadly)
So we're going to see this crazy lady so she can get rid of me....?
Oliver looks away, annoyed, He's already explained this to Tuesday.
OLIVER
Tuesday, we've been over this. We're just making sure I'm not crazy.
TUESDAY
Pft, well that ship has sailed...
Oliver rolls his eyes and shoves Tuesday off his shoulders, she floats near him.
TUESDAY
But, Ollie-bear...
Oliver stops, turning to face her. But Tuesday seems lost for words. He walks up a bit closer to her, concerned.
Tuesday looks downcast, the rim of her hat over her eyes.
TUESDAY (CONT.)
(saddened; there's a lot of weight behind her words)
I...I don't want to leave you again....
Oliver walks up to her and puts his hands on her shoulders.
OLIVER
(comforting)
Yoko already scheduled it, so....let's just try it out and see...
(he perks her chin up)
Okay?
Oliver offers her a smile and Tuesday looks at him with wide and innocent eyes.
INT. ELEVATOR - DAY
In the elevator, Tuesday is throwing her tantrum
TUESDAY
I don't wanna go! I don't wanna go! I don't wanna gooooo!
OLIVER
Shut up!
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, but they walk into a rather dramatic scene.
A girl runs out of Minty's office, 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, running past Hobs with a gush of wind.
MINTY
Ah, whatever, you'll be back.
HOBS
(snickering)
Breaking more hearts Minty?
MINTY
Oh, put a sock in it Hobs, I don't pay you to do commentary on my clients.
Minty takes Hob's beer and drinks some of it. Hobs glares at her before Minty notices Oliver and Tuesday, looking at them blankly.
MINTY
(dryly)
Who are you?
Oliver and Tuesday stare blankly at Minty, a little shocked. Tuesday grabs onto Oliver's shirt for some kind of support.
OLIVER
Um I'm Oliver Evans...Yoko sent me here.
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.
Oliver walks by Hobs, and Hobs gives him a quizzical look.
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.
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 is nervous about admitting it to yet another person. He bunches his hands on his pants leg.
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 is a little offended by that.
OLIVER
Look, Tuesday isn't like a normal imaginary friend she's....she's involuntary....
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 gets up and walks up to Oliver, staring at him intently almost to the point of studying him. It makes Oliver uneasy--his personal bubble is being invaded.
OLIVER
Um...Dr. Osaki...?
Minty scrutinizes Oliver's face and his surroundings, like she's looking for something before rearing back.
MINTY
So this imaginary friend of yours is named Tuesday, huh?
Minty takes a seat next to Oliver on the couch, sitting right on top of Tuesday.
Tuesday squeals, trying to push Minty away but can't.
TUESDAY
Make her stop, Oliver, geez!
Oliver bits his lip, worried and tries to reach for Tuesday but doesn't want to put his hands "there". The whole thing is still kind of amusing to him despite it being awkward.
OLIVER
(to Minty)
Um, actually, you're sitting on Tuesday right now. Can you get off her?
Minty squeals as well, jumping up. 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
Why would I be-?
Minty's words get more panicked as she speaks, cutting Oliver off.
MINTY
Making cracks at the lady in the suit. Isn't that what you kids say "making cracks."?
OLIVER
(annoyed)
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.
Minty points back to the couch and Oliver grabs Tuesday and sits her in his lap. Minty regains her seat.
MINTY
Do your parents know?
OLIVER
(hardened sadness)
My mother died when I was seven....
Minty looks like she's growing nervous again at his answer. She looks at him, sympathetically.
MINTY
What about your dad? How's he taking this?
Oliver thinks back to Ace leaving the first time for his faraway job when Oliver was twelve.
Oliver tries to brush it off, but the thought of his father still makes him bitter.
OLIVER(O.C)
He's working.
MINTY (O.C)
Come home late?
Ace pats Oliver on the head before giving him a debit card and walks out the door.
OLIVER(O.C)
More like comes home once a week...
Oliver sits at the table eating alone, looking outside the window; no one's coming...
OLIVER (O.C)
(sighs; saddened)
Sometimes once every two weeks.
Back in the therapy office, Oliver looks downcast and Minty shakes her head, finding some kind of dark hilarity in Ace's 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
(offended and angry)
I don't care what my father does! He's probably off sleeping with more women...
(he switches to being sad again)
....or thinking of more ways to avoid me...
Minty looks up again.
MINTY
Ooooh, conflict.
(beat)
Tell me more.
Oliver doesn't seem to want to discuss further and leans back on the couch, crossing his arms. Minty shakes her head and gets up from the couch, grabbing her clipboard and writes some more things down. Smirking at Oliver as she writes.
MINTY
Hmmm...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'm 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 crosses his arms.
OLIVER
(pouty voice that decays his decline)
I'm not whining.
MINTY
Alright then...lets talk about your father some more...
Oliver thinks back to when Ace cut his cheek, how he yelled before hand as the glass hitting his face.
Oliver shuts his eyes, trying to block out the painful memory before he stands, fed up with therapy.
OLIVER
(he builds up to a yell)
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
(defiant)
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
(nervous stutter)
I-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 decides to stand his ground, challenging Minty.
OLIVER
You're not the only therapist around here.
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 holds up the bag.
OLIVER
(still a little timid)
Do...you want these?
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 shoulders 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, angry.
OLIVER
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 deal!? You could've killed me!!
MINTY
Oh, stop being so over-dramatic. The worst someone's gotten is a sprained wrist.
OLIVER
(100% done)
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, the last part catches his attention against his will...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.
(beat)
And it would be smart if you stopped avoiding the topic of your father and maybe looking into how that effects you a little more...
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 and pulls out the same card Ace gave him years ago.
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 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 rid of....
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....
The serious moment breaks when Minty opens up a bag of nuts and pours the whole thing in her mouth, chomping loudly.
Cut to end of Act 2 bumper
EXT. OUTSIDE THE PSYCHOLOGY BUILDING
Oliver and Tuesday come outside and Yoko is in front, surprised to see her.
OLIVER
Yoko? Where you standing outside the whole time?
Yoko stutters a bit nervously, trying to cover that she has been out there for a while.
YOKO
No, I just got here ten minutes ago.
(beat)
So, How did things go with Aunt Minty?
OLIVER
How do you think it went!? She went crazy and was throwing things and-!
Yoko cuts him off.
YOKO
So I take it you used the nuts?
OLIVER
Yeah...
(he pauses, calming down)
I mean, thanks for the tip and all. But why didn't you warn me your aunt was a psycho woman?
YOKO
Aunt Minty's very....odd. But she's very good at her job.
(she thinks for a bit)
Most of the time.
Oliver looks down, somewhat agreeing.
OLIVER
Yeah...I guess.
YOKO
Will you be going back to see her....?
Tuesday shakes her head no, but Oliver sighs, looking up at the building before nodding. Though he's surprised by his own decision.
OLIVER
Yeah...
Tuesday groans.
Yoko smiles before whispering to Oliver.
YOKO
How's Tuesday taking it?
TUESDAY
(annoyed)
I can still hear her!
Oliver shrugs, he's used to Tuesday's attitude even though it annoys him.
OLIVER
Just as I thought. She's being a baby about it.
Tuesday sticks out her tongue at Oliver.
Yoko turns in the opposite direction in which Tuesday is.
YOKO
Well, Tuesday...
Oliver is always amused when Yoko tries to "talk" to Tuesday--and usually faces the wrong way.
OLIVER
(amused)
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
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
(a mix of annoyed and sad)
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.
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
In Oliver's apartment he's making a microwave dinner in the kitchen. As he waits in front of he microwave he looks over sadly at Tuesday who's sitting on the couch, she's still not talking to him.
OLIVER
(challenging)
You have to talk to me eventually.
Tuesday says nothing.
OLIVER
What's the point of having you around if I can't talk to you?
TUESDAY
(being difficult)
I thought you didn't "want" me around anymore?
OLIVER
(trying to be mature)
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
(trying to be sympathetic)
You know...even though you constantly annoy me...and make me look crazy all the time...
(his sympathetic point gets lost and he starts getting annoyed)
and you never leave...ever...
TUESDAY
A point would be nice, Oliver.
OLIVER
(going back to his original mood)
Still...as long as you're around,
He reaches out and grabs her hand, smiling.
OLIVER
at least I'm not lonely....
Tuesday and she opens her mouth to say something, but then pauses and returns the smile, 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 thing Ollie-bear!
OLIVER
(annoyed but trying not to get angry)
Tuesday come on, you know I hate being called Ollie-bear.
Tuesday smiles a bit devilishly, floating up in his face.
TUESDAY
Ollie Bear! Ollie Bear! Ollie Bear!
She floats really close to his face, smirking.
TUESDAY
(whispering)
Ollie Bear.
Oliver's anger snaps and he groans angrily.
The two continue to argue in the background.
Mrs. Denmore, Oliver's next door neighbor is sick of the noise, though.
MRS. DENMORE
Oliver, you better stop talking to yourself in there!!!
OLIVER
(not wanting to disturb the neighbors)
Sorry Mrs. Denmore!
OLIVER (V.O)
Life with Tuesday is always going to have it's own unique set of problems....but in the end...
Oliver, at that point, is playfully strangling Tuesday during the argument but he lightens up, looking at her and dropping the argument; they both just smile at each other instead.
OLIVER (V.O - CONT.)
...As long as Tuesday's here, I think....I think I'll be okay...
END
