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Cam: I know whatanonymousmeans, Juanita.
Juanita: I just think it’s strange, don’t you?
Cam: It is quite the coincidence.
Juanita: A gift like that, though...if people found out you were behind it, that would go a long way to improving your public standing.
Cam: I already told you. Scrubbing my image is not why I’m here.
Juanita: And Jade?
Cam: What about her?
Juanita: Is it possible that maybe she wanted me to discover the donation? So that people might look a little more kindly on you?
Cam: [doesn’t respond]
Juanita: Come on, Cam. I thought you were here to set the record straight.
Cam: I am. I did. I confessed my crimes in front of a judge and now your cameras. I’m paying for them with six and a half long years of my life. Years where I’m missing out on violin concertos and soccer games and birthdays and anniversary dinners and a million other important moments.
Juanita: Okay, different question then. Do you think Jade has forgiven you?
Cam: It’s a lot to forgive.
Juanita: When I spoke to her last week, I asked her the same question. I asked if she forgave you.
Cam: And?
[Door opens, male voice from off camera]: Sorry, Ms. Moore, but time’s up. I’m going to have to ask you to wrap it up.
Juanita: I just have one last question. Please, may I ask it?
Man: Okay, but make it quick.
Juanita: But what about all the people watching? People who’ve been following your story since the moment it began, the afternoon of August 6. They want to know where things stand between you and Jade. What should I tell them? Are you still a couple?
Man: By my count that’s three. [approaches desk] All right, Cam. You know the drill.
Juanita: What do I tell them, Cam?
Cam: Here’s an idea. [stands, offers wrists to guard] Tell them to do what they’ve been doing all along, to use their imagination.