“part three: eskimo.”
INT. GRAMMAR SCHOOL — MORNING
A cute, pudgy 11-YEAR-OLD ELIJAH sits at a desk, staring at math problems written on a cardboard cutout of a foot. Instead of doing the problems, he’s drawing finger prints on the toes.
ELIJAH: I had been a fat kid in school. I’d say I was “THE” fat kid, but there were a couple of other poor creatures that were bigger than I was.
INT. POLICE LINE-UP
Elijah stands amidst some other children in a police line up. From left to right, starting with the skinniest kid, they get heavier and heavier. Elijah is the 3rd one in, out of 6.
ELIJAH: The big one on the far right is Scott. And he doesn’t even count. That bastard was so fucking mean no one picked on him anyway.
Scott vanishes, and everyone reluctantly moves over a space to fill the void. They all react a little to their new status: the skinniest kid on the end looks really confused as his replacement walks in, strutting his stuff. The 2nd kid looks scared, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. Elijah just shakes his head, looking at the camera in resignation. The new fattest kid looks absolutely horrified, almost suicidal, as the fourth kid pushes him into the new top spot, a mocking sneer on his face.
INT. PRISON CELL
Scott, now 38, sits on a skinny jail house cot wearing prison orange. He’s now fit and muscular, covered in tattoos.
ELIJAH: I saw Scott on TV the other day. I gotta admit, he looks really good.
The mean bastard looks at the camera and growls.
INT. GRAMMAR SCHOOL HALLWAY — DAY
Young Elijah stands in a long line of students waiting to be let outside for mid-day break.
ELIJAH: As a fat kid, I was the perfect target for the misplaced angst of public school youth.
MARCUS, a tall, tough boy that looks like he hit puberty hard and just kept on going, cuts in front of him along with another tough looking goon.
MARCUS: Hay? Hay?! Check it out, the cow’s begging for food again! Mooooooo!
INT. GYMNASIUM — LATER
Two teams of children stand on either side, looking past the camera. A few are holding basketballs. KEVIN, a team captain, is making a face trying to decide between something unseen. A BOY leans in and whispers in his ear, and Kevin shoves him away.
BOY: Just pick one already.
Kevin is making the toughest decision of his life.
REVERSE to reveal Elijah and another boy, Lee, a crutch under his arm and his leg in a cast.
The GYM COACH walks up behind Kevin, and considers the choice with him.
GYM COACH: Lee, you’re not playing with that. Get outta there, hit the bench.
Lee hobbles away gratefully, leaving Elijah standing alone. Kevin cocks his head to the side and sighs, still considering.
EXT. PLAYGROUND — AFTERNOON
Snow is on the ground. Elijah is dressed in a huge coat with a fur rimmed hood. He walks to where the pretty young KELLY stands with a few other children.
ELIJAH: Hi, Kelly.
KELLY: You look like an Eskimo.
ELIJAH: It’s my new coat. Do you like it?
CHILD #1: Big fat Eskimo!
Someone pushes Elijah from behind, and he falls towards another kid, who pushes him back towards someone else. The game is on!
CHILD #2: Big fat Eskimo!
Elijah is pushed towards Kelly, who pushes him back, having fun as she joins in.
KELLY: Big fat Eskimo!
FREEZE ON KELLY.
ELIJAH: I had the biggest crush on her.
INT. LIVING ROOM — PROM NIGHT
ELIJAH: But being chunky in school, that kinda shit sticks with you a long time, long after adolescence spits you out. Whatever thin layer of confidence you can grow sitting on top of a bad fish smell that never goes away.
Elijah stands in the background as Mara and her mother fuss over her prom dress. He wears his weight well at this age, but, of course, he still feels fat. He’s sweating, nervous, tugging at the front hem of his tuxedo and trying to suck in his gut.
ELIJAH: Can you believe that poor kid is worried about his weight right now? That boy’s not fat, he’s just a virgin!