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8 INT. HEARSE - CONTINUOUS 8

NATHANIEL:

All right, I'm quitting right now. I

promise.

(he doesn't)

See you tonight.

Nathaniel hangs up. He sings along to the RADIO, his cigarette

dangling between his lips. He reaches over to turn up the

volume. THROUGH THE DRIVER'S WINDOW we see a BUS approaching

at HIGH SPEED, as Nathaniel pulls into an intersection. He

never even sees it coming.

9 EXT. STREET - AFTERNOON, CONTINUOUS (DAY ONE) 9

The BUS SLAMS into the driver's side of the hearse. TIRES

SQUEAL, GLASS SHATTERS, there's a sickening CRUNCH of METAL

BENDING, and then...

Nothing but Bing Crosby SINGING.

BING CROSBY:

(on radio)

...I'LL BE HOME FOR CHRIST-MAS... IF

ONLY IN MY DREAMS.

10 INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 10

Ruth, still chopping food, nicks her finger. She examines

the cut, frowning. David suddenly throws down his magazine.

DAVID:

That new hearse was a total waste of

money. There was nothing wrong with the

old one.

RUTH:

I think your father's having some sort

of mid-life crisis.

DAVID:

DAVID (CONT'D)

It would've made so much more sense to

invest in re-paneling the chapel, or

adding coffee bars to the slumber rooms--

RUTH:

Well, I'd much rather he buy himself a

fancy new hearse than leave me for a

younger woman. Or a woman my age, for

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RUTH (CONT'D)

that matter. Or, heaven forbid, a man,

like my cousin Hannah's husband did.

(shakes her head)

God sure has dealt that poor woman some

blows in this life.

David smiles faintly, gets up and crosses to her.

DAVID:

Mom, can I do anything to help?

RUTH:

No, no, honey, I'm fine. Besides, don't

you have a viewing tonight? You should

probably be getting ready.

DAVID:

Right.

He kisses her on the cheek and exits. She sucks the blood

off her nicked finger, then continues slicing.

11 EXT. LAX (STOCK) - AFTERNOON (DAY ONE) 11

It's about an hour before sunset.

12 INT. AIRPORT GATE - A SHORT TIME LATER (DAY ONE) 12

MOVING through disembarking passengers, we DISCOVER NATE FISHER

(35), walking next to BRENDA CHENOWITH (32), an attractive

woman dressed in clothing with a vaguely hippieish feel. Nate

is athletic, charming, and a total scamp. Brenda can see this

but doesn't seem to care.

NATE:

So, I enjoyed talking to you about that

whole Shiatsu thing, I really hope that

pans out for you.

BRENDA:

(smiles)

You should let me work on you sometime.

NATE:

(already has his card out)

Here's my cell number. I'll be here

until the 29th.

She takes the card and studies it. Then studies him. He's

suddenly a litte uncomfortable.

NATE (CONT'D)

(looks around)

Huh. My Dad was supposed to meet me here.

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BRENDA:

I could give you a ride.

NATE:

Oh... thanks, but I'm sure he'll be here

soon enough.

BRENDA:

I wasn't talking about that kind of ride.

Nate's a little taken aback, then he grins.

13 EXT. FUNERAL HOME - AFTERNOON (DAY ONE) 13

MOURNERS file in the front door.

14 INT. FUNERAL HOME/SLUMBER ROOM - CONTINUOUS (DAY ONE) 14

FROM OVERHEAD:
We're LOOKING DOWN ON a sweet-looking dead

woman, lying in an expensive white CASKET. DROPPING DOWN to

see DAVID, wearing a suit, a carnation in his lapel, and an

ELDERLY MAN standing beside the casket, gazing reverently at

its occupant. Behind them, mourners chat quietly in groups,

comfort each other, etc.

ELDERLY MAN:

You've done a nice job. She looks so

peaceful.

DAVID:

(comforting)

Well, she is at peace now.

ELDERLY MAN:

If there's any justice in the universe,

she's shoveling sh*t in hell.

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