Infinitely Polar Bear Page #3
12.
Maggie is in the kitchen cooking dinner.
The girls sit at the dining room table. Amelia is doing her
math homework. Faith wears an all-lavender outfit and she is
carving a flower design into the antique mahogany table with
They pepper Maggie with questions and complaints.
AMELIA:
The roof lights come in our window
at night and it’s too bright. I
can’t sleep. It’s bright as day.
MAGGIE (O.S.)
Maybe I can make a curtain for your
room.
AMELIA:
Mommy, they’re huge security
lights. Like you would see at a
prison.
MAGGIE (O.S.)
Amelia, I also wish we could’ve
stayed out in the country, but
there were no good jobs in Sudbury.
FAITH:
Your job here isn’t good.
MAGGIE (O.S.)
I’m going to find a better one.
AMELIA:
Why can’t Daddy live here with us?
FAITH:
I don’t like visiting him at the
halfway house.
MAGGIE (O.S.)
Your father is still recovering
from his breakdown.
FAITH:
He’s a way better cook than you.
IN THE KITCHEN:
Maggie sighs heavily.
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MAGGIE:
Girls, let’s have a little quiet.
A few moments of quiet.
Amelia watches as Faith digs in to the table harder and with
more determination.
AMELIA:
Daddy told me they injected him
with Thorazine at the hospital and
it made him bite the insides of his
cheeks until his mouth was filled
with blood.
Beat.
MAGGIE (O.S.)
AMELIA:
What’s Thorazine?
Maggie comes out with two bowls of pasta and sees what Faith
has been doing. She drops the bowls down on the table and
grabs Faith by the shoulders.
MAGGIE:
Faith! What are you doing? Why
would you do that? Why would you
do that?
FAITH:
It’s a flower. It’s pretty.
Maggie sinks into a dining room chair, lays her head on the
table and sobs. After a moment, the girls take their pasta
bowls and start eating in silence.
AMELIA:
Now we’re being quiet, Mommy.
FAITH:
Yeah, Mommy, now we’re being quiet.
EXT. STREET. DAY
It is raining. Faith and Amelia, both wearing backpacks,
walk down an urban sidewalk. They are five feet apart, not
speaking. They come to a corner. Amelia goes straight and
Faith goes right.
14.
EXT. ALLEY. DAY
Amelia trudges alone down an alley.
EXT. DESOLATE PARK. DAY
Amelia cuts through a public park.
EXT. VINYL-SIDED HOUSE. DAY
Amelia approaches a three-story house. She rings the
doorbell. She is dripping wet. One of Cam’s HOUSEMATES
answers the door. He has an unfriendly, suspicious manner
and bad skin.
AMELIA:
My father... lives here?
INT. SECOND-FLOOR HALLWAY. DAY
Amelia passes a fidgety woman with a bowl haircut. She stops
and stares at the closed door to her father’s room. There is
a home-made poster taped to the door which reads:
You say INDIVIDUAL RESPONSIBILITY,
Also taped to the door is a National Geographic picture of a
gorilla. She knocks.
CAM (O.S.)
Yes?
She opens the door. Cam sits over the various parts of a
camera, unshaven with a cigarette in his mouth. He wears
jeans and a green sweatshirt that says “Vermont”. His room
is filled with moving boxes stacked floor to ceiling. He
stands, surprised to see his bedraggled daughter.
CAM:
Darling! Poor little draggletail.
He tosses the cigarette into a Styrofoam coffee cup and puts
it on a table with many other old half-filled cups with
cigarette butts in them. He kneels down to hug her.
CAM:
I’m going to make you some soup.
He picks her up in his arms and carries her down the stairs.
15.
INT. HALFWAY HOUSE KITCHEN. DAY
Amelia’s clothes hang over the hissing radiator, drying off.
Cam stirs soup on the stove. Amelia sits at the table
wrapped in a big towel. Cam opens a tin of biscuits and
arranges them on a plate.
CAM:
What’s my plan? My plan is... get
a job. That’s number one.
Amelia nods her approval.
CAM:
I’ll get out of this halfway house
and get my own apartment. Then you
girls can come for sleepovers and
I’ll make crepes for breakfast and
dinner.
Amelia nods her approval.
CAM:
And then I’ll move back in with you
and Faith and Mommy. That is, if
Mommy will have me.
He holds the plate of biscuits out to her. She takes one.
AMELIA:
I feel like Lucy visiting Mr.
Tumnus.
Cam smiles, pleased.
CAM:
That’s the nicest thing anyone’s
ever said to me.
AMELIA:
Mommy says you have a drinking
problem.
Cam bristles, offended.
CAM:
Most people I know drink far more
than I do.
AMELIA:
I think if you could stop drinking
and take your lithium then Mommy
would let you come home.
16.
CAM:
(sighing deeply)
anymore.
AMELIA:
But she says she loves you!
CAM:
Really? Does she say it a lot?
AMELIA:
She always says she loves you. But
that it’s hard to live with you
when you refuse to face up to your
adult responsibilities.
CAM:
(frowns)
confiding in you like this?
AMELIA:
I don’t know.
CAM:
The thing is I can see all this
from Mommy’s point of view. I
certainly understand why she slept
with Jake Beal after the Walden
Pond incident. Sleeping with Will
Bronson was pushing it, but I still
forgive her.
AMELIA:
somebody in the hall closet during
a party when I was eight months
old. She says you started it.
CAM:
(defensive)
I was manic. I was high as a kite
when I did that. I never had a
prolonged affair like everybody
else seems to do!
Amelia looks down and reaches for another biscuit. Cam
sighs, sorry and sad.
CAM:
Do you still feel like Lucy
visiting Mr. Tumnus?
17.
AMELIA:
Not really.
INT. MAGGIE’S DREARY OFFICE. DAY
Maggie stands at a large metal filing cabinet, organizing
color-coded files. A square-shaped woman in her 50s deposits
a tall stack of files next to Maggie’s head: CAROL.
CAROL:
These too.
The phone rings. Maggie tenses.
CAROL:
Tell your kids to stop calling.
This is a job.
Carol trundles away. Maggie answers, professionally.
MAGGIE:
(quietly)
Faith, is it important, sweetie?
You can’t call so much. They don’t
like it. No TV... Okay, one show --
two shows and a movie, but please
don’t call again unless you have
to. I love you.
INT. APARTMENT. EVENING
Cam makes dinner: crepes filled with creamed chicken and
spinach. Faith sets the table. Amelia plays the piano.
The front door key turns in the lock.
FAITH:
Mommy’s home!
Maggie opens the door and walks in with a bag of groceries.
Faith gestures to the table with a flourish. Maggie nods,
impressed, and then she sees Cam in the kitchen and reacts,
surprised, but not unpleasantly.
INT. KITCHEN. CONTINUOUS
Maggie joins Cam in the kitchen.
MAGGIE:
Hello.
18.
CAM:
Hello. Guess who showed up on my
doorstep today?
He nods toward Amelia. Maggie puts her groceries down.
MAGGIE:
How did she get there?
CAM:
Walked.
MAGGIE:
All the way from school?
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