Six Feet Under Page #10

MAN:

Nate!

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27.

The Man removes the face shield and pulls down his surgical

mask. This is FEDERICO DIAZ (mid 20s), Hispanic and constantly

cheerful. He grabs Nate's hand and shakes it vigorously.

NATE:

Hey, Rico.

FEDERICO:

Really sorry about your dad. But when

your time's up, it's up. Right?

David enters, with a clipboard, in work mode. Federico

immediately switches off the boom-box.

DAVID:

(re:
Nathaniel)

How's he doing?

FEDERICO:

Just started him. So far so good.

DAVID:

I really appreciate your coming in on

Christmas Eve, Federico.

Federico starts massaging Nathaniel's limbs.

FEDERICO:

Hey. It's the least I could do for Mister

F., after everything he did for me. And

I'm going to be up all night anyway,

putting together all the useless crap

Santa Claus is bringing my kid.

DAVID:

We don't use that kind of language in

here. Show some respect.

David pulls on some latex gloves and massages Nathaniel's

limbs along with Federico. Nate watches, uncomfortable.

DAVID (CONT'D)

You need something?

NATE:

Uh, no. I just--

David's CELL PHONE RINGS.

DAVID:

(answers)

David Fisher... Hold just a second,

please.

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28.

He quickly moves past Nate into the corridor and shuts the

door behind him.

INTERCUT WITH:

50 INT. KEITH'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT ONE) 50

CLOSE ON A GUN in a holster, draped over the back of a chair.

TILT UP to reveal a cluttered but tasteful apartment. KEITH

CHARLES (30s), African American, is on the phone. He wears

sweaty gym clothes. He's wrapping a Christmas present.

KEITH:

Just want to remind you, don't eat too

much with your family tonight, 'cause I

am making you something totally decadent

and fatty for dessert...

INTERCUT WITH:

DAVID IN THE CORRIDOR OUTSIDE THE PREP ROOM:

DAVID:

Keith, I can't make it. I'm sorry.

KEITH:

(not happy about this)

Why not?

DAVID:

Because my father was just killed in a

car accident.

KEITH:

Oh, sh*t. David. I'm so sorry. What can

I do?

DAVID:

Nothing, thanks... but I have to stay

here--

KEITH:

Of course. Listen, if you need anything,

do not hesitate to call me--

DAVID:

Sure.

KEITH:

I mean it. You do not have to go through

this alone. You need people. You have

people.

DAVID:

I gotta go.

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29.

He hangs up, but just stands there.

51 INT. PREP ROOM - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT ONE) 51

CLOSE ON a TILED WALL, MOVING over POLAROIDS, taped to the

wall in PAIRS. Shots of CORPSES' FACES, BEFORE and AFTER

restoration. A GLOVED HAND indicates two pairs of Polaroids,

both with particularly gruesome BEFORE SHOTS.

FEDERICO (0.C.)

This is the one I'm most proud of. The

husband got fired, flipped out, shot the

wife point blank in the head, then shot

himself in the mouth. This is some

seriously closed casket sh*t, right?

(indicates "after" shots)

Now look at this. Huh? Like the bride

and groom on top of a cake.

Nate stares, skeeved. Federico chatters on, oblivious.

FEDERICO (CONT'D)

Then we cremated 'em. What a waste.

(spots something)

Actually this is my best work...

ON THE WALL:
Above the Polaroids of corpses is a FRAMED

DEPARTMENT STORE PORTRAIT of a grinning TODDLER. Federico's

GLOVED HAND reaches in...

Nate stands with Federico as he takes the portrait off the

wall, relieved to be focusing on less gruesome fare.

NATE:

Wait a minute. This kid was just born

like last month.

FEDERICO:

He'll be four f***ing years old in April,

can you believe it? Oh, and Vanessa's

pregnant again.

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