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Infinitely Polar Bear Page #13
CAM:
AMELIA:
No. Not fun. Humiliating.
FAITH:
Do we need to spell it out for you?
CAM:
But I’ll make tea for everybody.
And cinnamon toast. We’ve got lots
AMELIA:
(hissing)
We don’t want people to see how we
live!
CAM:
(exploding)
Big deal how you live! It’s not
your fault! Tell them your Dad’s
manic-depressive or bi-polar or
whatever they’re calling it these
days! Don’t not have friends
because of me!
The girls are thrown by this outburst. Cam slumps.
CAM:
F*** it. Forget it. Never mind.
He turns and walks back to the building, defeated. Faith and
Amelia look at each other, considering.
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING HALLWAY. DAY
Amelia and Faith stand outside their apartment with Thurgood,
Kim and Ali. Amelia takes her keys from around her neck.
AMELIA:
I’m warning you. You’ve never seen
anything like this.
THURGOOD:
I’ve been to messy houses before.
79.
Faith raises her eyebrows.
FAITH:
Not like this.
AMELIA:
(whispering)
I’ll run and close Daddy’s door.
Faith nods. Amelia opens the door and darts in. Faith
blocks the doorway.
INT. APARTMENT - CAM’S BEDROOM. DAY
Cam sits at his desk. A radio has been pulled apart and he
is soldering a circuit board. His room looks like a bomb
exploded.
Amelia pokes her head in the door.
AMELIA:
Cam blinks, surprised.
CAM:
Really?
Amelia nods and closes the door.
INT. APARTMENT. DAY
Amelia and Faith stand in the middle of the squalor with
Thurgood, Kim and Ali, who seem stunned by the mess.
KIM:
Why do you have so much stuff?
FAITH:
(with authority)
Our Dad is totally Polar-Bear.
AMELIA:
(to Faith, correcting)
Bi-polar.
(to the rest, explaining)
Manic-depressive.
THURGOOD:
I have an uncle with that. He also
lives like a pig.
80.
KIM:
Hey! This is cool!
Kim happily bounces on the mini-trampoline in the middle of
all the squalor.
CUT TO:
The children fill the living room:
Amelia, Faith and Ali play Roulette.
Thurgood sits cross-legged on the mini-trampoline, bouncing
gently and staring at the album cover of “Guys and Dolls.”
Kim examines an old wooden cane. She pulls the handle and a
sword comes out. She is totally amazed.
Cam emerges from the kitchen with a teapot and a plate of
cinnamon toast points. He serves them all toast and refills
their teacups.
CAM:
Would anyone like to learn how to
scratch?
THURGOOD:
Me!
He leaps to his feet and follows Cam into the kitchen.
EXT. HILLSIDE. DAY
Cam comes into view, striding up the hill, whacking at the
tall grasses with his machete. Behind him, the children
begin to appear; they march behind him, fanning out on either
side, talking and laughing: Amelia, Faith, Kim, Ali,
Thurgood, and three other kids from school.
EXT. WOODS. LATER
The gang of children spreads out, searching the ground for
mushrooms and playing.
CUT TO:
81.
The children sit on a fallen tree trunk, watching, as Cam
demonstrates on Amelia how to twist someone’s arm behind
their back. Amelia grabs his arm and does it to him.
CUT TO:
Cam crams the kids into the Toyota. He lays the boys down in
the way back like cord wood. The engine turns over twice and
starts. The car is weighed down and drags in the back as Cam
drives slowly down the dirt road.
INT. KITCHEN. DAY
Amelia watches as Maggie frosts a birthday cake. Maggie
starts to pipe “Happy Birthday Faith” in white icing on the
top.
AMELIA:
I don’t think I’m black.
MAGGIE:
Of course you’re black.
AMELIA:
But I look white.
MAGGIE:
Sweetie, you’re black.
AMELIA:
Faith looks black. I look like
Daddy.
MAGGIE:
You’re a mix of both of us.
AMELIA:
Nobody thinks I’m black. When I
tell them. Nobody thinks I look
like you.
MAGGIE:
Amelia, I am black. Your mother is
black. So you’re black.
Maggie runs out of space on the cake, halfway through
“Faith.”
MAGGIE:
Damn it.
She throws down the pastry bag. Amelia feels guilty.
82.
AMELIA:
You know, you and Daddy could go
out to dinner some time. We don’t
need a babysitter.
MAGGIE:
You don’t?
Amelia shakes her head.
AMELIA:
We used to get scared, but we’re
not scared anymore.
Maggie puts her hand on Amelia’s head and looks at her.
MAGGIE:
You’ve gotten so old.
AMELIA:
(smiling)
If it makes you feel better, I’ll
tell people I’m black. Even if
they think I’m delusional.
EXT. STREET. NIGHT
Cam and Maggie walk to a restaurant. They are both nicely
dressed, wearing scarves and overcoats.
MAGGIE:
I think the last time we were at
Legal Seafood, Faith pulled shrimp
scampi all over my silk blouse.
CAM:
You were so sad.
MAGGIE:
It was my best shirt.
CAM:
That was the same dinner where she
trundled across the room and
punched me right in the nuts.
MAGGIE:
(laughing)
You were so sad.
He nods, laughs.
83.
MAGGIE:
Amelia told me she doesn’t think
she’s black.
CAM:
What? Her mother’s black. She’s
just testing you, being feisty.
She smiles at him with real gratitude. She links her arm
through his.
MAGGIE:
She also said they’re not scared
anymore. The girls seem to be in a
really good place.
CAM:
No kidding. Amelia beat up the
class bully last week. Kicked him
so hard in the knee she put him on
crutches.
MAGGIE:
Wow.
CAM:
I felt quite proud.
MAGGIE:
You seem good too, Cam.
CAM:
So do you. Well whaddaya know.
MAGGIE:
I’ll be so happy when I get a job
and I’m back here. Thanks for
making it possible.
Maggie smiles at Cam. He pulls her closer.
CAM:
Stop sleeping on the sofa. Let’s
sleep in a bed together.
Maggie laughs but doesn’t pull away.
MAGGIE:
Cam, I can’t go in your room.
CAM:
Why not?
84.
MAGGIE:
It’s beyond belief. You have three
bicycles in there.
Cam looks flabbergasted.
CAM:
That’s your reason?
MAGGIE:
Yes! There are cans of paint
thinner -- and the last time I went
in there I got motor oil on my
skirt. I mean it’s... it’s
ridiculous.
CAM:
Then I’ll clean it up.
Maggie laughs, teasing him.
MAGGIE:
That would be nice. It would make
it more inviting.
CAM:
You never said anything about this
before.
MAGGIE:
I’m done nagging you to clean your
room, you’re a grown man and it’s
your room.
CAM:
And my room is not inviting to you?
MAGGIE:
(amused)
No! Not to me or anybody else.
Probably not even to you.
Cam laughs, good-naturedly.
CAM:
Definitely not to me. I’m cleaning
it up. It’ll take me two days
tops. You’ll see. It’ll be a
thing of beauty.
They walk on.
85.
INT. FINANCIAL FIRM. DAY
Maggie sits in a waiting room, professionally dressed,
completely pulled together. Across from her sit three
handsome 24-year-old white men. Suits, ties, polished shoes.
They are talking, laughing.
YOUNG MAN 1
...of course I know Jim Quincy! We
were in the Delphic together at
Harvard... I actually won this belt
off him -
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