Six Feet Under Page #13

Claire sits at the table, picking at her breakfast. Ruth is

washing dishes at the sink.

CLAIRE:

Mom, remember that stuffed dog I used to

have, and I dragged it around until its

ears wore off, and you made new ears out

of a dish towel, and I hated that dog

after that, and I threw it up on the

roof?

RUTH:

No.

Nate enters, groggy.

CLAIRE:

And then I wanted it back and begged Dad

to go get it, and he said no, if I really

wanted it I never should have thrown it

up there in the first place.

RUTH:

Your father did so many wonderful things

for you, and that's all you can think of

right now?

CLAIRE:

What? I just remembered it.

RUTH:

(yells)

He was a good man!

Embarrassed, she wipes her hands and leaves.

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36.

NATE:

I'm going running.

61 INT. PREP ROOM - MORNING, CONTINUOUS (DAY TWO) 61

CLOSE on a ROUND METAL TIN marked "WOUND FILLER." A MAN'S

HANDS in surgical gloves open the tin, and, using a plastic

applicator, scoop out a bit of flesh-colored, waxy goo.

We FOLLOW A HAND to the now-embalmed Nathaniel Fisher's nearly

colorless face, as the hand works the cosmetic wax into the

lacerations on his cheek.

NATHANIEL (O.C.)

Oh, no. You're doing me?

David sits next to the prep table, wearing a white lab coat

over a crisply ironed shirt and latex gloves. He's working on

the face of his father's corpse. Oddly, a fully dressed

Nathaniel also stands behind David, looking over his son's

shoulder at his own corpse.

NATHANIEL (CONT'D)

You're the worst one we've got.

DAVID:

(drily)

Thanks, Dad.

NATHANIEL:

Where's Federico?

DAVID:

It's Christmas morning. He's with his

wife and kids. He'll be in later.

NATHANIEL:

Couldn't this wait? I don't want you

ruining my face.

DAVID:

Little late for that.

NATHANIEL:

Not funny.

DAVID:

I need to stay busy right now.

NATHANIEL:

So reorganize some files. Come up with a

new bookkeeping program. That's what

you're good at. You never really had any

aptitude for this stuff.

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37.

DAVID:

I know. And what did I do with my life?

I went to school to learn exactly how to

do this stuff. Other kids my age were

going to frat parties, I was draining

corpses and refashioning severed ears

out of wax.

NATHANIEL:

Thank God I didn't lose an ear. I can

only imagine what you'd come up with.

DAVID:

And I did it all for you.

Federico enters, unnoticed by David.

FEDERICO'S POV:
David sits, working on a very dead Nathaniel.

There is no other Nathaniel anywhere in sight.

DAVID (CONT'D)

I did it to make you happy, you ungrateful

son of a b*tch.

A beat.

FEDERICO:

Uhm, Dave?

David looks up.

FEDERICO (CONT'D)

Just wanted to let you know I was here.

62 EXT. CEMETERY - MORNING, A SHORT TIME LATER (DAY TWO) 62

MOVING past row after row of HEADSTONES. Nate comes into view,

running fast and hard.

CLOSE ON NATE, his face red and sweaty. He's focused, pushing

himself to the limit.

63 EXT. STREET - LATER (DAY TWO) 63

We're on the same urban street we saw at the very beginning.

Today it's completely empty. Exhausted, Nate walks along the

deserted sidewalk. He glances down the street at:

NATE'S POV:
A BUS heads toward us, at high speed.

Nate starts running in place, watching the bus as it

approaches... then he suddenly steps out into the street. The

bus's TIRES SQUEAL, but it's going too fast and it SLAMS INTO

NATE, then SKIDS to a stop. Nate crumples to the ground.

Horrified, the Driver disembarks and approaches Nate.

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38.

HIS POV:
Nate lies beneath us on the pavement, BLOOD slowly

spreading around his head.

NATE'S POV:
The Driver stands above us, but we FLOAT past him

toward the sky..

We HEAR WIND RUSHING as we're sucked into a DARK TUNNEL. A

PATCH OF LIGHT appears in the distance. We MOVE toward it

steadily, suddenly much FASTER, and before we know it, we're

in...

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