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Infinitely Polar Bear Page #14
RECEPTIONIST:
Maggie Stuart?
Maggie stands. The young men look at her like she’s a
curiosity.
INT. PLUSH OFFICE. DAY
Maggie sits across from three fifty-year-old versions of the
young men in the waiting room.
MAGGIE:
...I’m graduating at the top of my
class and I’ve actually been
offered a futures job at E.F.
Hutton in New York, but Howard and
Company is where I want to be.
BUSINESSMAN 1
E.F. Hutton, that’s terrific. Why
come back to Boston?
MAGGIE:
My children are here -
Beat. Their eyes glaze over. Maggie instantly regrets
mentioning her children.
BUSINESSMAN 1
(politely)
And how old are your children?
MAGGIE:
Twelve and ten. Very independent.
Which allows me to come in early
and work late -
86.
BUSINESSMAN 1
(smiling)
Thank you so much. We’ll let you
know.
The men stand up, signalling the end of the meeting.
INT. FINANCIAL FIRM. DAY
As Maggie walks past three young men in their nice suits and
ties, she understands her prospects.
EXT. STREET. DAY
Maggie waits on a corner in downtown Boston. She looks cold
and unhappy. She looks up the street and sees the red Toyota
wildly backing down the one-way street. Irate drivers honk
at Cam. He stops in front of her. She gets into the car.
INT. TOYOTA. CONTINUOUS
CAM:
How’d the interview go?
Maggie puts on an upbeat front.
MAGGIE:
Really well I think! I know a lot
position, but I think I’m very
qualified. And I’ve got some more
interviews.
CAM:
Any one of these places would be
lucky to have you.
She smiles at him gratefully.
INT. CAM’S BEDROOM. DAY
Cam stands in the middle of his messy bedroom, pulling excess
books off the shelf and putting them in a box. He comes
across The Collected Poems of Robert Frost. He opens the
book. He sits down on the edge of the bed, reading.
Amelia calls from the kitchen:
87.
AMELIA (O.S.)
Daddy, do I add more butter for
each omelette?
As Cam turns the page:
CAM:
(yelling)
Half a tablespoon and make sure you
let it get nut-brown.
Faith steps into the doorway. She is festooned with gold and
pink ribbons wrapped around her arms and upper torso.
FAITH:
Did you start my costume?
CAM:
...What costume?
FAITH:
You know. My Flamenco dancer
costume for the talent show.
You’re making me a skirt.
Beat.
CAM:
Right.
FAITH:
(concerned)
Daddy, it’s tomorrow.
CAM:
(lamely)
Right. I know.
FAITH:
I knew it! You’re not making it.
CAM:
I am making it. I said I would
make it and I will.
FAITH:
Can you even sew?
CAM:
Hey, I was in the army.
FAITH:
I want it to be all sparkly and
ruffly.
88.
CAM:
You got it, buggins.
Faith claps her hands and excitedly breaks into her stomping
Flamenco dance. The neighbor below bangs on the ceiling.
INT. APARTMENT. NIGHT
Cam opens a closet door and hauls Maggie’s sewing machine off
the top shelf.
CUT TO:
Dining room table. Cam sits in front of the sewing machine,
a cigarette dangling from his lips. He studies Faith’s
Flamenco doll.
CAM:
I just have to make this skirt, two
hundred times bigger.
CUT TO:
He draws a pattern on the pink satin fabric. He cuts out the
pattern, smoking all the while. A huge amount of ash drops
on the fabric. He doesn’t notice.
CUT TO:
He pushes the fabric through the sewing machine. This way.
That way. The table is covered with dirty coffee cups. His
ashtray overflows with cigarette butts. He screws up a seam.
CAM:
Goddamnit! I can’t do it! I can’t
f***ing do it!
He yanks the fabric out of the sewing machine, throws it on
the floor, jumps on it, picks it up, throws it at the wall,
it flutters to the floor. This only fuels his rage. He
spastically grabs it, crosses to the open window and hurls
out the unfinished skirt. He pushes his hair back, looks
around wild-eyed and crazy.
EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING. NIGHT
He wades through a bush to retrieve the skirt.
89.
INT. APARTMENT. NIGHT
Cam has returned to working on the skirt. He sews a ruffle
on. He turns to the flamenco doll.
CAM:
Your skirt is a joke compared to
what this skirt is going to look
like.
Cam downs the last of a cup of coffee, cracks open a beer and
takes a swig.
INT. LIVING ROOM. NIGHT
Cam stands at the open window, drinking a beer. He picks up
the phone and dials.
MAGGIE (O.S.)
(sleepily)
...hello?
CAM:
(into phone)
Guess what I did?
INTERCUT WITH MAGGIE
She turns on her bedside lamp and sits up, trying to orient
herself.
MAGGIE:
Cam... it’s almost four in the
morning.
Cam examines the skirt with pride.
CAM:
I just made your daughter an
incredible skirt. Sparkles,
ruffles... It’s probably my
greatest achievement since I
rebuilt the engine to my Dad’s
Studebaker in college.
MAGGIE:
That’s terrific, Cam. You should
probably get some sleep.
CAM:
I don’t want to sleep.
90.
MAGGIE:
But you must be tired -
CAM:
But I’m not tired.
Maggie sits up.
MAGGIE:
Cam, you know how important sleep
is to -
CAM:
Come on, Maggie! Name me one other
father in America who is up right
flamenco skirt!
MAGGIE:
Cam... You are taking your
lithium... aren’t you?
Beat.
CAM:
Actually, I haven’t taken my
lithium since you left.
Maggie hangs her head.
CAM:
I find that if I take small, steady
sips of beer throughout the day, it
keeps me on an even keel...
He takes a long, loud, defiant sip of his beer.
CAM:
Ahhh...
Maggie looks stricken.
INT. APARTMENT. MORNING
Cam sits on the floor surrounded by bits of fabric.
Faith manages to squeeze into the very beautiful and way too
tight skirt. It is so tight all the way down, she can barely
move her legs. She finally gets it on and stares down at it.
She wiggles to make the ruffle move. Then:
FAITH:
I look like a flamenco mermaid!
91.
She hops over to Cam, throws her arms around his neck and
says dramatically:
FAITH:
It’s the most glorious skirt I’ve
ever known!
EXT. STATION. SAME DAY
Maggie walks out of the train station. Cam is double-parked.
He wears his battered corduroy jacket and an Oxford shirt.
Maggie gets in the car, closes the door.
INT. TOYOTA STATION WAGON. CONTINUOUS
They sit in silence.
CAM:
I’m not manic.
MAGGIE:
But you could be.
CAM:
I was excited. People are allowed
to get excited when they can’t sew
worth a damn and they manage to
pull off a flamenco skirt that gets
their daughter the second-most
applause at the talent show.
INT. RESTAURANT. DAY
A tony Boston restaurant. The lunch crowd is well-dressed.
Cam and Maggie cross to sit down at the bar. Cam is angry.
MAGGIE:
You promised to take your lithium.
CAM:
And you promised to love me for
better or for worse.
The MAITRE D’ hurries over to them.
MAITRE D’
Excuse me, sir. But our dress code
requires you to wear a tie...
Without missing a beat, Cam pulls an untied bowtie out of his
jacket pocket. As he ties it without looking:
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