Six Feet Under Page #14

64 INT. MORGUE, DREAM SEQUENCE, DAY - CONTINUOUS 64

WHITE LIGHT fills the screen. We're CLOSE ON a FLUORESCENT

LIGHT PANEL in the ceiling. We slowly PULL BACK and TILT DOWN

to reveal we're in the morgue in which Nate identified his

father's body. All the body lockers are open. A naked

Nathaniel sits with a few other naked DEAD PEOPLE. They're

playing cards. He looks over at us and smiles.

NATHANIEL:

We'll deal you in next hand.

SMASH CUT TO:

65 EXT. STREET - CONTINUOUS (DAY TWO) 65

Nate stands on the sidewalk, looking down the street. There's

no bus in sight. Nate pulls his CELL PHONE from inside his

windbreaker.

CLOSE on the cell phone, as he PUSHES the BUTTONS *, 6, 9.

Nate holds the phone to his ear. We HEAR:

RECORDED VOICE:

(over phone line)

Your custom calling service is working.

However, this feature cannot be used

with the number you are trying to reach--

Nate sighs and switches the phone off He looks up at the sky.

We HEAR LIGHT CLASSICAL MUSIC.

We're looking up at a CEILING painted to resemble a blue SKY,

dotted with fluffy white CLOUDS. PAN DOWN to Nathaniel lying

in his casket, looking pink and well-rested. People file by

to pay their respects. DAVID stands to the side, overseeing.

66 INT., SLUMBER ROOM - THE FOLLOWING DAY (DAY THREE) 66

He greets people kindly, professionally.

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39.

DAVID:

Thank you for coming. Thank you so much

for the beautiful flowers...

LARGE WOMAN:

He looks just like he's sleeping.

DAVID:

Yes, he does, doesn't he?

LARGE WOMAN:

Your father performed miracles on my

aunt Shirley. Took ten years off her.

(re:
Nathaniel)

It's good for a man to look his age,

though.

ON NATE AND CLAIRE, seated on a couch.

CLAIRE:

I'm about to jump out of my skin.

NATE:

Don't, because I'm just barely holding

together. Are you still high?

CLAIRE:

I can't tell. Am I sweating?

NATE:

I know I am.

CLAIRE:

This is too f***ing weird. It's been

three days, and I'm still trapped in

zombie world.

NATE:

Yeah, this is all happening to you.

CLAIRE:

(stung)

F*** off.

NATE:

Sorry, but you're not the only one who

wasn't prepared for this. I came home,

expecting to sleep late and chow down on

mom's cooking for six days. And now I

find myself feeling like I'm not even a

part of this family.

CLAIRE:

I'd trade places with you in a heartbeat.

(MORE)

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40.

CLAIRE (CONT'D)

(off his look)

What? At least you got out of here.

NATE:

I live in a shitty apartment, which was

supposed to be temporary. I work at a

job which was also supposed to be

temporary, until I figured out.. what I

really wanted to do with my life, which

apparently is nothing. I have lots of

sex but I've never had a relationship

last more than a couple of months. I

don't even have the self-discipline to

floss daily. I've had four root canals.

Four! I'm going to be one of those losers

who ends up on his deathbed saying,

"Where'd my life go?"

CLAIRE:

No you won't. You'll be saying, "where

the hell is the morphine?"

(off his look)

Just trying to cheer you up.

NATE:

I've spent my whole f***ing life being

cheerful.

The LARGE WOMAN who spoke to David earlier approaches them.

LARGE WOMAN:

I'm sorry about your father... but he's

in a much better place now.

NATE:

You are so right about that.

67 INT. RUTH AND NATHANIEL'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS (DAY THREE) 67

CLOSE ON a pair of CUFFLINKS, on the surface of a dresser. A

WOMAN'S HAND comes into view and picks one of the cufflinks

up.

Ruth stands at her dresser, wearing a black dress. She stares

at the cufflink in her hand, her face blank. IN THE MIRROR we

see Nathaniel sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her.

Ruth glances at his reflection, uneasy. She puts the cufflink

down and shuts her eyes. Opens them again. Nathaniel still

watches her, smiling.

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