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CUT TO: EXT. RESEARCH FACILITY, NIGHT
Wind whistles in the background. The camera pans past a mountain to a facility. Cut inside the facility, scientists are studying a captured Mewtwo. Lights throughout the building flicker and Mewtwo’s eyes open. In the parking lot outside, a car screeches away. Mewtwo’s voice is heard as he telepathically communicates with someone.
MEWTWO: They’re outside.
The car speeds away. Alarms in the facility continue going off.
P.A.: Alert. Condition: Red.
Mewtwo concentrates and the glass of his containment cracks.
SCIENTIST: We’rе losing power in the containment chambеr!
Mewtwo causes explosions near his containment chamber and bursts out. He flies up into the sky and spots the car speeding away from the facility. It’s shown heading towards Ryme City in the distance. Mewtwo catches up as the car crosses a bridge. A sudden explosion sends the car flying off the side. Cut to black.
CUT TO: EXT. SUBURBS, DAY
Some Pidgeot fly past as the camera pans from suburban homes to a nearby field. Bouffalant run in a fenced pasture. The birds continue on past a barn and over a forest where other Pokémon roam. Cut to Jack and Tim making their way through the forest.
JACK: Did you hear that?
TIM: Something’s close.
The two emerge from the forest into a field.
JACK: See? This is what I’m talking about. My heart is pounding. Get down, get down!
The two drop in the grass. A Cubone cries out in the field ahead of them. They look up from the grass. Tim squints as they rise up.
TIM: A Cubone? We’re not catching you a Pokémon, are we.
JACK: … What?
TIM: Tell me you didn’t plan this, Jack.
Jack stutters.
TIM: Tell me you didn’t plan this.
JACK: Are you serious? How dare you. Okay? Of course not. Come on.
Tim stares at him, unconvinced.
JACK: Okay, maybe.
Tim begins to leave. Jack follows.
JACK: There was a full moon last night and my mom heard it crying its eyes out.
Jack gets in Tim’s path.
JACK: She thought I was having a nightmare so she brought me a glass of warm milk.
TIM: Dude, I thought you wanted to, you know, hang out and relive the good old days like when we were kids.
JACK: I do. But just look at it! That is the perfect Pokémon for you.
Jack turns Tim around and points to the Cubone. It continues wailing in the distance.
TIM: Jack, I’m not looking for a Pokémon. I’ve told you this.
JACK: I’ve thought long and hard about this, okay? Water-type is not right for you. Neither is Fire-type. But Cubone is-
TIM: Lonely.
JACK: Exactly!
TIM: Okay. Thank you, Jack. Thank you for that. Are there any other emotional truth bombs you wanna drop on me?
JACK: Maybe later. But right now the truth is in my hands.
Jack pulls out a Pokéball. He presses its button and it begins to glow. After a moment, Tim takes it from him.
TIM: Give me the ball.
JACK: Yes, yes!
They walk back towards the field.
JACK: Okay, remember, catching a Pokémon is not about skill, so you can do this.
TIM: Good pep talk.
Tim walks towards the Cubone.
JACK: Okay, it has to choose you too, so make it want to be your partner. Yeah!
TIM: Hey, Cubone. What’s up buddy? You know, not everyone can pull off wearing the skull of their dead relative, but, you know... You sure can.
Cubone turns and growls at Tim. Tim slowly turns back to Jack.
TIM: Okay, he didn’t like that. Did not like that. Jack!
Jack makes a throwing motion.
JACK: Throw it!
TIM: Throw the ball.
JACK: Like a man.
Tim turns and tosses the ball at Cubone.
CUBONE: Cubone!
It turns and runs, but gets pulled into the ball. The ball rolls to a stop and the light pulsates. Tim turns back to Jack and laughs.
TIM: I did it!
Jack laughs excitedly. Tim runs over to the ball.
TIM: Still got it!
When he looks down, he sees that the glow is still pulsating and the ball is wobbling.
TIM: The light’s not green. It still hasn't turned green yet, Jack. That’s bad, right?
JACK: Run!
The ball explodes open and Cubone leaps out. Tim sprints away.
TIM: It didn’t choose me!
JACK: Run!
TIM: It didn’t choose me, Jack!
JACK: I can see that!
TIM: I’m not its choice!
Cubone throws its bone, causing Tim to go flying through the air and into the dirt.
CUBONE: Cubone!
CUT TO: EXT. DOWNTOWN SUBURB, DAY
Cut to an establishing shot of the town.
JACK: That was one angry Cubone. He reminded me a lot of my mom.
Cut to Jack and Tim walking back into town.
JACK: So, um, I don’t know if this is gonna sound corny or whatever-
TIM: Just say it, Jack. I’m too tired to be angry.
JACK: I’m worried about you.
TIM: This again!
JACK: Hey, listen, everyone we know has left town and now I’m leaving, too.
TIM: Yeah, but that’s okay. You gotta do what’s best for you with the time that you got. That’s what I’m doing. You know, I’m crushing it at work. I’m gonna get a promotion real soon.
JACK: What’s the promotion for an insurance appraiser? Senior insurance appraiser?
TIM: No, actually, that’s two steps up above where I’m at right now.
JACK: You’re gonna make me throw up, that's not a real thing.
Tim’s phone beeps.
TIM: Oh, I finally have service.
He checks his phone.
TIM: Wait, five voicemails? Why would I have five voicemails?
JACK: Maybe it’s an insurance emergency.
Tim listens to one of the voicemails. His face falls, then so does Jack’s.
JACK: Who is it?
TIM: Um… It’s the Ryme City Police Department. There was an accident.
CUT TO: INT. TRAIN, DAY
Cut to a shot of Tim on a train. He’s sitting in a window seat, resting. Another train passes the other way and wakes him up. He sighs and looks at a newspaper article about his father’s accident. After a moment, he hears a noise beside him. A Lickitung is in the aisle, staring at him. It unfurls its tongue to the floor.
TIM: Please don’t.
The Lickitung licks Tim’s face.
TIM: Mm. I actually meant ‘please do,’ thank you. Thank you. You have a very generous tongue.
The Lickitung finishes licking him and jumps while making noises. Tim takes some fabric and wipes his face.
TIM: Does this Lickitung belong to anyone?
No one else on the train responds.
TIM: Anybody? No?
The conductor’s voice comes on over the intercom.
CONDUCTOR: Thank you for travelling with us.
A video begins playing on the seat in front of Tim.
CONDUCTOR: Please sit back and watch this short informational video welcoming you to Ryme City.
After a logo plays, the video cuts to a shot of Charmanders in a forest. A voice narrates.
NARRATOR: Throughout history, Pokémon have been part of our world.
The video cuts to a shot of Squirtles in a pond.
SQUIRTLE: Squirtle.
NARRATOR: Early humans used to catch them and train them to use their unique powers for the common good.
Cut to a shot of a cave painting with some humans approaching a Pikachu, and then hieroglyphs with humans, a Sandshrew, a Natu, a Bulbasaur, and a Geodude. Cut to a wide shot of a stadium.
NARRATOR: This relationship evolved into what we know refer to as Pokémon battles.
A trainer holding a ball walks out into the stadium. Another trainer with a Gyrados and an Arcanine stands nearby. The trainer throws the ball in slow motion as the crowd cheers. Cut to a silhouette of a man.
NARRATOR: One man changed all of this.
The silhouette becomes an image of Howard Clifford.
NARRATOR: Howard Clifford, founder and chairman of Clifford industries.
Cut to some videos of a younger Howard Clifford in an interview.
NARRATOR: Diagnosed with a rare degenerative disease, he resigned from his corporation and searched the world for a cure.
Cut to a shot of an island, then a shot of a young Howard in a forest with some Totodiles. Howard is heard in a voiceover, cutting midway through to him in an interview..
HOWARD: And it turned out that the cure I was looking for was for me to evolve into a better version of myself. And I discovered how to do that through a partnership with Pokémon.
Cut to a shot of Howard’s son, Roger, in an interview.
ROGER: And he wanted to share that discovery with the world.
Tim looks out his window.
NARRATOR: This is what inspired Howard Clifford to build Ryme City: A place where humans and Pokémon can live side by side.
The camera pans from Tim’s window to the approaching Ryme City.
NARRATOR: Unlike other regions, where Pokémon live in the wild, here, we live and work together.
Cut to a shot of the train going over a bridge.
NARRATOR: No battles, no trainers, no Pokéballs. A stronger, more harmonious world.
Tim exits the train station. A video of Howard plays on a monitor nearby.
HOWARD: From all our citizens: Welcome to Ryme City.
Hundreds of humans and Pokémon wander around. The camera pans up to the skyline and even more Pokémon are seen flying around. Cut to shots around the city of various Pokémon working and living amongst humans. A Braviary takes a parcel to the top of a massive crane. Tim sees a Machamp directing traffic. Some Panchams play in small bamboo filled areas. A Pangoro and some humans sit on a bench. A mon
BROADCASTER: Fighting fires wouldn’t be the same without their Squirtle partners.
Tim eventually makes his way to the RCPD headquarters.
CUT TO: INT. YOSHIDA’S OFFICE
The camera cuts to Yoshida’s nameplate on his desk. Pan up to his Snubbull, who is lowly growling. Across from him, Tim looks tense. Yoshida approaches with a stern look on his face and sees Tim in his office. After a moment, he puts on a smile.
YOSHIDA: Hi, Tim.
Tim gets up from the chair.
TIM: Lieutenant Yoshida.
They shake hands.
YOSHIDA: Your dad was the best of the best. He was a legend in this precinct.
TIM: Thank you. Thank you for saying that.
YOSHIDA: It was a terrible tragedy, losing him and his partner.
They both sit down.
TIM: His partner?
YOSHIDA: His Pokémon.
TIM: Oh, I didn’t…
SNUBBULL: Snubbull.
TIM: I’m sorry, is yours mad at me?
YOSHIDA: Snubbull?
TIM: Yeah…
YOSHIDA: He may look grumpy on the outside, but I assure you, he is adorable on the inside.
Yoshida pets Snubbull, who growls. Yoshida nervously pulls his hand back.
YOSHIDA: If you don’t mind me asking, how come you don’t have a Pokémon? I thought I remember saying Harry saying you wanted to be a Pokémon trainer when you were young.
TIM: Yeah, that didn’t really… work out. Uh, I work in insurance now, so…
YOSHIDA: I understand.
Yoshida and Snubbull both lean forward.
YOSHIDA: But, Tim, please don’t put this all on yourself. No one should go through this type of thing alone. If you are anything like your dad-
TIM: I’m not.
There’s an awkward pause.
TIM: I was just really raised by my grandmother. Do you have the spare keys for his apartment? I should go wrap things up there.
YOSHIDA: Of course. Of course.
Yoshida reaches into his desk and pulls out a card.
YOSHIDA: Here’s his address.
TIM: Awesome.
Yoshida gets up.
YOSHIDA: I can take you over if you want.
Tim gets up.
TIM: No, nope. I’m all good. Thank you so much.
Tim reaches out his hand. Yoshida drops the keys into his hand. Tim turns to leave.
YOSHIDA: Tim…
Tim turns back around.
YOSHIDA: This job… It demands a lot. But you were on his mind every day. He loved you more than anything else in the world.
Tim says nothing for a moment.
TIM: Uh, it was nice to meet you, lieutenant.
Tim leaves. Snubbull whimpers. Yoshida pets him.
CUT TO: EXT. STREET, NIGHT
Tim walks down the sidewalk. The camera pans to the skyline, passing people and Pokémon. Cut to Harry’s apartment building. Some Aipom hang around a neon sign out front. The shot pans to Tim approaching the front door. As he takes a deep breath and looks around, he notices a Psyduck staring at him. The Psyduck nervously slips into an alley. Tim enters the building. An attendant is asleep in a chai
TIM: Excuse me?
The Treecko looks over to the attendant, who doesn’t wake up.
TIM: Okay.
Tim walks over to the mailboxes. He finds Harry’s and opens it with the key Yoshida gave him. A stack of envelopes are inside. Suddenly, Tim is startled by Psyduck.
PSYDUCK: Psyduck. Psyduck.
TIM: Are you trying to rob me or just annoy me?
PSYDUCK: Psyduck.
LUCY: He’s with me.
Tim squints up the stairs. Lucy is silhouetted by a bright light on the second floor.
LUCY: We need to talk.
TIM: We do?
LUCY: I’ve been waiting to see who would open up that mailbox. You just walked into quite a story.
Lucy begins walking down the stairs.
LUCY: Stories like this spread fear, and they’re afraid of fear. But I don’t fear fear.
She makes it to the bottom of the stairs, her face finally visible.
LUCY: I walk the walk and I talk the talk and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get the honest scoop and that’s the hard truth.
TIM: I’m sorry. Who are you?
LUCY: Lucy Stevens, reporter for CNM.
TIM: Oh. You seem kinda young for that.
LUCY: I work for the CNM blog making Pokémon listicles all day, okay? “Top 10 Cutest Pokémon.”
TIM: Yeah, my grandma loves those!
LUCY: Yeah, newsflash! They’re all cute! Such a waste of time for someone with my nose for a story.
Psyduck quacks nervously.
LUCY: Oh, no, no, not now, Psyduck. I’m working a source, just one more minute.
TIM: Okay, I’m gonna-
Lucy puts her arm out, blocking Tim from the stairs. She pulls out a phone and begins recording.
LUCY: I’m gonna need you to go on record and tell me everything you know about Harry Goodman.
TIM: Wait, what?
LUCY: Harry was onto something big. Real big. And then all of a sudden, his car crashes over a bridge. I think not. Something’s rotten and I’m gonna get to the bottom of it-
TIM: Hey, look, I barely know the guy. I haven’t seen him in years.
LUCY: Where’s your Pokémon partner?
TIM: I don’t have one. Why does everyone keep asking me that?
LUCY: Loner. Probably hiding something.
PSYDUCK: Psyduck.
TIM: Okay, I’m gonna go.
He begins to make his way up the stairs.
LUCY: Hey. I may only be an unpaid intern, but I can smell a story. And I’m going to find it.
TIM: Okay, you do that.
Tim continues making his way up the stairs.
LUCY: Come on, Psyduck. Let’s go.
PSYDUCK: Psyduck.
Cut to Tim entering Harry’s apartment. He takes a look around. The TV is playing a movie.
JOHNNY: Who is it?
TIM: Hello?
SNAKES: It’s me, Snakes. I got the stuff.
Tim closes the door and sees the TV.
JOHNNY: Leave it on the doorstep and get the hell out of here.
SNAKES: Alright, Johnny, but what about my money?
Tim turns the TV off.
TIM: Still, with the old detective movies?
Tim looks at a number of plaques on a nearby wall. He walks over to a desk and looks at some files, then finds a vial. He attempts to open it, but ends up spraying a purple gas in his face. He coughs violently and frantically opens the nearest window, holding the vial out to get the gas out. Just out of sight, the gas floats up to the Aipom hanging around outside. They inhale it and start growling
TIM: What? What? What is that stuff?
He tosses the vial in a trash bin. He walks away and finds Harry’s room. He sees a letter on a bresser and finds a note with a train ticket inside. Tim reads it aloud.
TIM: Dear Tim, I could do better if you give me a chance. I’ll always have a place for you to stay.
Tim has a flashback. A younger Tim and his grandma stand on a train platform.
GRANDMA: Your father will pick you up from the station.
YOUNG TIM: I’m not going.
GRANDMA: What?
YOUNG TIM: I don’t wanna go! This is home. I wanna stay here with you Grandma.
Back in the present, Tim puts the letter down. He enters the room Harry kept for him and turns on a lamp. The room is filled with Pokémon paraphernalia. One poster reads “SINNOH CHAMPIONSHIP XXIV. Tim sits down on the bed and sighs.
TIM: Oh, man.
Another flashback starts.
YOUNG TIM: This is the most important day of my life.
Young Tim is sitting in a similar room. His grandma is standing in the doorway.
GRANDMA: I know, Tim. But your mother had to see the doctor. It couldn’t wait.
Thunder rumbles. In the present, Tim continues staring at the poster. Cut to another flashback. Young Tim watches as Harry exits a car outside in the rain, his face obscured. Inside, Tim’s grandmother cries and hugs Harry, with Harry facing away from Tim.
GRANDMA: Harry…
Young Tim watches and furrows his brow. In the present, a floorboard creaks. Tim looks up and wipes his eyes. He gets up out of the bed.
TIM: Someone there?
No one responds.
TIM: Hello?
Something scurries around in the main room, knocking over a lamp.
PIKACHU: Oh, ahh. That’s a sprain.
Tim picks up a stapler. The knocked over lamp silhouettes the figure against the wall.
TIM: Okay, okay, okay, okay… Whoever you are, I know how to use this.
Tim slowly approaches with the stapler cocked. He turns the corner and finds Pikachu.
TIM: It’s a PIkachu?
PIKACHU: Ah, geez.
Pikachu jumps up on a dresser.
TIM: Hey, little guy, how did you get in here?
Pikachu speaks slowly, enunciating.
PIKACHU: I know you can’t understand me, but put down the stapler or I will electrocute you.
Tim drops the stapler.
TIM: Did you just talk?
PIKACHU: Woah. Did you just understand me? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. That is heavy eye contact right there. You heard me.
Tim backs away.
TIM: No, no, no.
PIKACHU: Yes, you did!
TIM: Stop!
PIKACHU: Oh, my god, this is amazing!
TIM: Stop!
PIKACHU: You can understand me!
TIM: Stop talking, stop!
PIKACHU: And I’ve been so lonely.
TIM: I’m gonna throw up.
PIKACHU: No, kid, I need your help.
TIM: I’m gonna throw up.
PIKACHU: I’m in serious trouble. I need you to listen.
Tim approaches the window, but an Aipom bursts in.
TIM: No, no, no, no!
The Aipom leaps on the desk. Tim backs away.
PIKACHU: Excuse me, Aipom, we’re having a private conversation here, please.
TIM: Stop talking! You’re a hallucination!
PIKACHU: You’re a hallucination.
Tim turns back to the Aipom.
TIM: You, out! Shoo, go!
The Aipom growls.
PIKACHU: I’d tread lightly there, chief. That Aipom don’t look right.
The Aipom leaps forward and throws Tim into the desk.
PIKACHU: No, hey, hey! Get off him, wack-job!
The Aipom continues throwing Tim around.
PIKACHU: Get up, kid! He’s coming back around.
Pikachu gets up on a countertop as Tim continues brawling with the Aipom.
PIKACHU: Okay, here’s what you wanna do. Okay, you wanna bite him, you wanna scream! We’re playing charades. We’re not playing charades! Okay, I’m gonna get a knife.
TIM: Not the knife!
PIKACHU: Okay, bad idea with the knife. I’ll find something else. Eat this!
Pikachu throws a fruit at the Aipom, who grabs it and jumps off of Tim, devouring it.
PIKACHU: You are so welcome. He was just a hungry little guy- oh, my god!
There’s a crash. Tim turns around. More Aipom enter through the window.
PIKACHU: Come on, kid, let’s move!
The Aipoms chase them out of the apartment and into the hallway. More Aipoms come up from the lower floors.
PIKACHU: To the roof!
Tim and Pikachu run up the stairs as Aipoms try to grab at them. On the roof, Tim is barely able to hold the door shut as the Aipoms attempt to push it open.
PIKACHU: Brilliant idea! You hold the door. I’ll go get help!
Pikachu runs off.
TIM: What?
The Aipoms shove the door down on top of Tim. They chase after Pikachu, who slips through a gap in a fence.
PIKACHU: Help, help! Oh, my god, help!
The Aipoms are stopped by the fence. Tim gets up and the door falls off of him. The Aipoms hear it and turn back on him in unison.
TIM: Oh, sh…
He kicks open a fence and runs for it as the Aipoms chase him.
PIKACHU: Help, help! Oh, my god, help!
Pikachu runs along a nearby rooftop as he sees Tim being chased.
PIKACHU: Oh, he’s being eaten alive! He’s being eaten alive! A man is dying!
Tim makes his way through a small gap as the Aipoms rip his shirt off. another grabs at his pants and he manages to undo his belt, falling to the ground below.
PIKACHU: No one’s coming! People are so insensitive. Uh-oh, put your pants back on and run like the wind!
Tim turns up to see the Aipoms all bunched up in a generator of some kind. It explodes and some of their tails begin to glow with electricity.
PIKACHU: Blazing speed, blazing speed!
A wall nearby explodes open as the Aipoms begin hurling attacks at Tim.
PIKACHU: You know, they seem to be attracted to your increasing nudeness.
Pikachu and Tim run back into each other and climb the stairs of a piece of scaffolding.
PIKACHU: Alright, we’re jumping down here.
He gestures to a trash chute.
TIM: No, no! I’m not going in the trash chute.
PIKACHU: Good call, let me know how it goes with the super crazy Pokémon!
The Aipoms all appear on a ledge above them.
PIKACHU: You died a hero!
The Aipoms leap down. Pikachu and Tim jump in the chute, an Aipom grabbing Tim’s pants off just before he enters. Tim screams as he falls. He ends up in a dumpster which flips over from the force of his landing.
PIKACHU: Way to stick the landing, kid.
TIM: Leave me alone!
The Aipoms finally catch up, but the effect of the purple gas seems to have worn off.
PIKACHU: Oh, looks like someone’s back in a good mood.
Elsewhere, Tim keeps running away, making his way to a street.
TIM: Run! Rabid Aipom! Look out! Run!
Humans and Pokémon alike give Tim strange looks as he yells.
TIM: Go, go, go, go, go! They’re- Go! They-
The Aipoms arrive at the street, some of them playing with Tim’s pants.
PIKACHU: I think pants are gonna do you a lot of good right now.
One of the Aipom hands Tim back his pants.
TIM: Shoo, go!
The Aipoms run back into the alleyway. Tim puts his pants back on.
PIKACHU: You know, I picture you as a bit of a briefs guy, but those are nice. Me, I don’t wear underwear, you know? I’m not modest.
Tim gets the attention of a couple of strangers passing by.
TIM: Excuse me, excuse me, hi. Sorry. Uh, you can hear him, right? You can hear him talking?
He gestures to Pikachu, who we momentarily hear from the perspective of the strangers as a normal Pokémon.
PIKACHU: Pika, pika. Pika. Pikachu.
WOMAN: Aw, yeah. Pika-pika-pika. He’s adorable.
PIKACHU: You’re adorable. They can’t understand me, kid.
TIM: It’s me. It’s that stuff that I put up my nose.
The strangers get alarmed looks on their faces and briskly walk away.
TIM: No, not like that. No, it was a gas. I was breathing gas.
MAN: Hey, hey, hey.
The strangers leave.
TIM: Accidentally, I was accidentally-
PIKACHU: Ix-nay on the gas-ay.
Some police pass by.
PIKACHU: Unless you want Johnny Law to give you a one-way ticket to hoosegow, let’s move.
They keep walking down the street through various stalls.
TIM: (Yelling) No one else can hear him?
PIKACHU: This is a first for me too, kid.
TIM: He’s saying words.
PIKACHU: Try to talk to people all the time. All they hear is “Pika-pika.” They pat me, they kiss me, they stick a finger in me, it’s really gross.
TIM: Can no one else hear him? Can you hear him talking? Do you hear him saying words?
Pikachu picks up a dumpling from a stall as they pass.
PIKACHU: What are you not getting here, kid? You’re the only one who can hear me! It’s like destiny.
TIM: It’s not destiny.
PIKACHU: Then why were you in that apartment?
TIM: It’s my father’s place. That’s why I was there.
Pikachu gets a serious look and drops his dumpling.
TIM: Why were you there?
PIKACHU: You’re Harry’s son?
They both stop walking.
TIM: How do you know his name?
Pikachu takes off his hat and hands it to Tim. Inside is a label with Harry’s name.
TIM: You’re Harry’s Pokémon partner?
PIKACHU: You want a coffee?
Pikachu takes his hat back and begins walking again.
PIKACHU: Cause I could use a coffee. I mean, that’s a… Yeah, let’s get a coffee. Yeah, come on.
Tim stands for a moment and looks around.
CUT TO: INT. HI-HAT CAFÉ, NIGHT
Cut to an establishing shot of a café, then inside as Tim and Pikachu sit at the bar.
PIKACHU: So there I was, in the middle of nowhere with a bad case of the forgetsies. The only clue to my past is Harry’s name and address inside this hat. So I made my way to the apartment, and that’s when I found you.
Tim looks over to a nearby table where a Jigglypuff sings for a passed out man.
JIGGLYPUFF: Jigglypuff, jigglypuff.
PIKACHU: I don’t know, maybe Harry got in too deep.
TIM: Deep in what?
PIKACHU: You know, mixed up with the wrong crowd, that kinda thing.
Tim sees the bartender looking at him strangely. Tim smiles awkwardly.
PIKACHU: Happens to the best of us. The debts pile up, the walls close in. Right becomes wrong, wrong becomes wrong.
Tim pulls out his phone and puts it to his ear.
PIKACHU: Wait, who are you calling?
TIM: (Quietly) No one. (Louder) Yeah, yeah, no, that sounds great. This menu looks really nice.
The bartender smiles nervously and goes back to work.
PIKACHU: Wait, so, I’m confused, are you hearing other voices besides mine?
TIM: All I wanna know is why I can understand you.
PIKACHU: Can’t help you there, kid.
At a nearby table, a man and a Purrloin stare at Tim.
PIKACHU: Like I said, I have amnesia. Can’t remember a darn thing.
TIM: Okay, so you’re a talking Pikachu with no memories who’s addicted to caffeine.
PIKACHU: I can stop whenever I want. These are just choices.
He puts his glass on the counter.
PIKACHU: Another round, extra shot. Black as night, thank you sweetie.
A Ludicolo is shown working alongside the human barista.
LUDICOLO: Ludicolo!
PIKACHU: Look, I’m a great detective. But I can’t solve my own mystery if I have no memory.
TIM: Then how do you even know you’re a detective?
PIKACHU: Well, that I can feel that in my jellies.
TIM: What is that? What is that?
PIKACHU: It’s the jellies, it’s that thing, you know? You feel it when you really believe in something despite everyone telling you you’re wrong. Which is why I need to find Harry. He’s the key to my past.
LUDICOLO: Ludicolo.
The Ludicolo hands Pikachu his drink.
PIKACHU: Thanks, doll.
TIM: I got some bad news for you, ‘cause, uh, Harry’s dead.
Pikachu sprays his drink everywhere.
PIKACHU: What? No. No, no, no, no, no, no. No, Harry ain’t dead.
TIM: No, Harry is dead. You’re wrong. I’m sorry. I saw in the police report that says he’s dead.
PIKACHU: Just ‘cause the cops say he’s dead-
TIM: It means that he’s legally dead.
PIKACHU: Really? Did they find a body?
Tim doesn’t answer.
PIKACHU: Oh, I didn’t think so. And, by the way, did that report also say that I’m dead? ‘Cause if I’m still alive and kicking, that means Harry’s out there, too. Case closed. But still open until I solve it.
TIM: Okay, I’ll bite. Solve what?
PIKACHU: Oh, I’m glad you’re gonna bite. Alright, here it is: Harry faked his own death.
Pikachu turns, hitting Tim in the face with his tail.
PIKACHU: Or, somebody else faked Harry’s death.
Pikachu turns, hitting Tim again.
PIKACHU: Or, Harry faked somebody else’s death. That last one doesn’t work at all.
TIM: No, no it doesn’t.
PIKACHU: The first two, those are real contenders.
TIM: No, I’m gonna go. We’re done here.
PIKACHU: No, we are not done here.
TIM: This is…
Tim gets up and leaves.
PIKACHU: Wait, wait, wait a minute. Where’re you going?
Cut to outside.
PIKACHU: Hold up a sec. We’re gonna need each other.
TIM: No, we don’t. I don’t need a Pokémon. Period. Got it?
PIKACHU: Then what about a world-class detective? Because if you wanna find your pops, I’m your best bet.
TIM: I think a world-class detective oughta have figured out by now that I’m not here to find my father. I’m here to say goodbye.
PIKACHU: Hey, hey, there’s no one to say goodbye to. Look, you can talk to humans, I can talk to Pokémon. We can talk to each other. This doesn’t happen, kid. It has to mean something.
Tim keeps trying to walk away, but Pikachu gets in his path.
PIKACHU: There’s magic that brought us together, and that magic is called hope.
Tim manages to get past. Pikachu climbs on top of an idling taxi.
PIKACHU: Hope that Harry is still alive.
Tim stops and says nothing.
PIKACHU: Oh, you feel it. You feel it in your jellies, don’t you?
TIM: There’s nothing in my jellies.
PIKACHU: We’re gonna do this, you and me.
TIM: I can’t belie… I will meet you here tomorrow morning.
PIKACHU: Great!
Pikachu walks towards Harry’s apartment building.
TIM: Where are you going?
PIKACHU: To my apartment.
TIM: What do you mean, your apartment?
PIKACHU: What? Alright, you can sleep on the couch.
TIM: No, I’m not gonna sleep on the couch.
PIKACHU: Well, then you can sleep on the stove. Be a dear, would you, and get the door for me.
Tim opens the door to the building.
TIM: What am I doing?
PIKACHU: I just invited someone to my apartment! I never do this, I’m not that kind of Pokémon.
Cut to a shot of a train passing by the apartment. The camera pans to the window. Pikachu is investigating Tim’s room.
PIKACHU: Dust everywhere. No fingerprints. Ugh, doesn’t add up.
Tim enters the room.
TIM: What is going on in here?
PIKACHU: I’m searching the joint, looking for clues to my p- Is this your room?
TIM: No.
PIKACHU: Does Harry have other children?
TIM: No.
Tim closes a drawer Pikachu was rifling through.
TIM: He wanted me to live here when I was a kid, so he made it look like my childhood room.
PIKACHU: Should we talk about the fact that your childhood bed is a Pikachu bed?
TIM: It’s a coincidence.
PIKACHU: I’m sorry, can you speak up? I can’t hear you. I’ve never been so flattered and creeped out at the same time. Are you gonna make me into a lampshade?
TIM: Oh, I might.
PIKACHU: Hang on, hang on, hang on. All these Pokémon cards, and the battle posters. There’s a connection, isn’t there? You love Pokémon.
TIM: No.
PIKACHU: Yeah, yeah you do.
TIM: That was a long time ago. Before my father moved to the city and spent more time with Pokémon than his own son.
PIKACHU: Mm, yeah, blame it on your dad. Okay, look, what about this?
He holds up a picture of Tim’s mother.
PIKACHU: There’s pictures of her all over the apartment. She’s obviously connected to Harry. She might know me. She could be a lead.
Tim comes over and takes the photo.
TIM: No, she’s not. That’s my mom. She passed away when I was eleven.
Tim puts the photo back down on a dresser.
PIKACHU: Oh. I’m sorry. I… I didn't realize.
TIM: Tomorrow morning I’m gonna take you to Yoshida so we can get some answers.
Tim closes the door as Pikachu looks on sadly.
CUT TO: INT. HARRY’S APARTMENT, MORNING
An establishing shot of the building shows Pokémon outside the building the following morning. Inside, Tim looks through some clothes. He gets dressed and poses in a mirror. He enters the main room and accidentally kicks some papers. The camera cuts back to show Pikachu has plastered the walls and floor of the apartment with hundreds of documents.
PIKACHU: Ah, my clues!
TIM: What is all this?
PIKACHU: Hard work, that’s what this is. And, by the way, we can’t go to the cops. Not ‘til we know who we can trust. So put my clues back in order, would you?
TIM: These aren’t clues, this is the work of a serial killer!
PIKACHU: They’re almost clues.
TIM: What does that even mean?
PIKACHU: Trying to jog my memory, retrace my steps. It helps me to see it all laid out. That’s how I found this!
He holds up the vial of purple gas.
PIKACHU: This is what a Frenchman would call caliente fiesta.
TIM: Not french.
PIKACHU: Smell my finger.
TIM: I will never smell your finger.
PIKACHU: Coward. The point is, I smelled this ‘R’ stuff on those Aipom when they attacked us yesterday.
TIM: ‘R?’
PIKACHU: Bingo. La Cucaracha.
Tim looks closer at the vial and sees it’s emblazoned with an ‘R’ logo.
PIKACHU: See, I’m thinking Harry caught a break in the case, forcing our shadowy kingpin to send out hired goons to deliver the big hush-hush.
He turns the desklamp towards Tim as he says this. Tim squints and turns it away again.
PIKACHU: We need to retrace Harry’s steps. Either solve the case ourselves or get far enough along that this A-number-one bad guy has to reveal himself, or herself!
He swings the lamp back towards Tim, who holds up his hands to shield his eyes.
TIM: Can you stop doing that?
PIKACHU: So, what is the way in, huh? The answer is in this room.
TIM: This isn’t a room, this is a fire hazard. It’s just junk and papers and…
Tim looks down and sees a newspaper. He picks it up.
TIM: Newspapers…
PIKACHU: Whatcha got, kid?
TIM: I literally just met someone. She was a, she was a junior reporter at CNM. She was doing a story on Harry. I think she knows more than she let on.
PIKACHU: Hahaha, the smart ones always do. We gotta go down to her work and press her.
TIM: Okay.
They both begin leaving.
PIKACHU: That’s a metaphor.
TIM: Yeah, I know what a metaphor is.
Tim accidentally kicks over a cup of coffee on the way out.
PIKACHU: I was drinking that.
Tim kicks over another one.
PIKACHU: I was also drink- just step anywhere. It’s only my life’s work.
Pikachu crawls up onto Tim’s shoulder.
TIM: No, no, we’re not doing that.
Tim takes Pikachu down.
PIKACHU: Fine, I'll walk. I’m trying to get in a hundred thousand steps this hour.
CUT TO: INT. CNM HEADQUARTERS, DAY
An establishing shot shows the CNM building among other skyscrapers in Ryme City. Inside, Roger and Howard Clifford are shooting a promo.
ROGER: Hello, I’m Roger Clifford, president of CNM and Chairman of Clifford Enterprises.
HOWARD: And I’m Howard Clifford, the visionary icon behind Ryme City.
ROGER: Together, in the spirit of harmony, we’re throwing the largest parade that Ryme City has ever seen.
Tim and Pikachu arrive on set as the promo is being filmed.
ROGER: You won’t wanna miss it.
HOWARD: So, at the weekend, we invite the people-
ROGER: -and the Pokémon to be there.
HOWARD: A celebration of the harmony between humans and Pokémon.
Pikachu crawls up onto a snack table. Tim eats something off of it.
DIRECTRO: And, cut!
A buzzer buzzes.
HOWARD: Well, I think that went rather well.
ROGER: Oh, shut up, dad!
PIKACHU: He seems nice.
Roger gets up.
HOWARD: Roger, please. This is supposed to be our gift to the citizens.
ROGER: “Visionary icon?” Really? Was “saviour of the world” taken?
HOWARD: It was your people who wrote the promo, son.
ROGER: Oh, is there an unabridged version where you cure cancer?
Howard drives his wheelchair away.
ROGER: Oh, that’s right, yeah. Turn your back on me like you always did.
DITTO: Ditto!
A nearby ditto transforms into a human and begins pushing Howard’s wheelchair.
ROGER: By the way, no one likes you Pokémon!
TIM: There she is!
Tim points to Lucy standing nearby with a headset and a clipboard. Pikachu whistles.
PIKACHU: I can see why you were so excited.
TIM: I was… Okay, I was not that excited.
Lucy walks over to Roger.
LUCY: My. Clifford! Mr. Clifford!
She catches up to him.
LUCY: Mr. Clifford, I may have a story for you. I’ve heard rumors of Pokémon attacking people. But there’s been no mainstream coverage. I think that-
ROGER: I’m sorry, we’re not a tabloid. Which means that we don’t report on rumors, gossip, or hearsay.
He fiddles with his sunglasses before taking a drink from Lucy.
ROGER: It’s not news if it can’t be verified.
He puts his sunglasses on.
ROGER: You want a story, find a source.
He walks away.
ROGER: Oh, and pro-tip: A reasonable sense of fashion.
Lucy tears up as he leaves, then sees Tim. She walks over.
PIKACHU: Ah, here she comes, here she comes. Try to look deep.
LUCY: What are you doing here?
TIM: Hey, again. Uh, yeah, I know this seems weird but I actually needed to ask you something.
LUCY: Now’s not, not really a good time.
TIM: Yeah, I saw that. I’m sorry.
Pikachu loudly slurps a coffee. Lucy and Tim both look over.
PIKACHU: Sorry, it’s piping hot.
LUCY: You found yourself a Pokémon partner.
TIM: Not exactly, no.
Lucy scratches Pikachu’s face.
LUCY: He’s cute!
PIKACHU: Ha! Yeah, she’s trying to work me, kid. But trust me, I can-
Lucy scratches under his chin.
PIKACHU: Oh, sweet Mother of Arceus, that feels so good.
Tim gets between them.
TIM: So, listen…
PIKACHU: Oh, my god. What happened.
TIM: I found something in Harry’s desk.
He pulls out the ‘R’ vial.
TIM: Nearly choked me to death, and I was-
Lucy grabs his hand, concealing the vial.
LUCY: No, not here. In my office.
PIKACHU: In her office? We’re going to her office?
Cut to Lucy’s office. She rustles through her desk.
PIKACHU: This is great. This isn’t an office, it’s a coffin with pencils.
Psyduck puts his hands on his head.
PSYDUCK: Psyduck?
PIKACHU: Yeah, that’s right. I can talk to the kid, he can talk to me. We’re gifted. You didn’t tell me that she has a Psyduck! These things explode when they’re stressed.
Psyduck starts freaking out.
PIKACHU: Hey, hey, keep calm, pal. Serenity now. Serenity now.
LUCY: Nope.
She gets up and pushes Tim out of the way to grab something.
TIM: Okay.
LUCY: Okay.
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