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He places his hand on David's shoulder. David spins around

and shoves him, hard.

DAVID:

You know nothing. Nothing!

A tense beat.

DAVID (CONT'D)

You had a responsibility to this family

and you ran away from it and left it all

to me--

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56.

NATE:

Whoa. Don't blame me if you're not living

the life you want, that's nobody's fault

but your own.

A beat. David studies him coolly.

DAVID:

Fine. Just do me a favor, okay? You got

out. Stay out.

We FOLLOW DAVID as he storms off. JOHN GILARDI, an officious

young businessman, CROSSES INTO FRAME and hurries after David.

GILARDI:

Excuse me, Mr. Fisher? Sir? If I could

have just a moment of your time...

DAVID:

(still walking)

What.

GILARDI:

I'm from the Global Service Corporation.

I'd like to talk to you about the

advantages of joining our family of death

care facilities--

DAVID:

I don't believe this.

GILARDI:

Sir, if you'd just hear me out--

DAVID:

We're not selling. Now get the f*** out

of here.

GILARDI:

We wouldn't change the name of the

business. And of course, we would retain

you as a salaried manager--

David stops and turns to him.

DAVID:

Look. I really want to hit somebody right

now, and it might as well be you.

Gilardi steps back from him. David resumes walking.

GILARDI:

(calls after)

I'll call you when you've had some time

to recover from your loss.

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57.

78 EXT. CEMETERY - LATER (DAY FOUR) 78

Nate stands with his back to us. Over his shoulder, in the

distance, we see a Cemetery Worker in overalls shoveling dirt

into Nathaniel's grave. We CIRCLE AROUND NATE until we're on

his troubled face. Brenda walks up behind him.

BRENDA:

Hi.

He turns to her, surprised.

NATE:

Wow. I never expected to see you again.

BRENDA:

Life's full of surprises.

NATE:

You're telling me. How'd you--

BRENDA:

Funeral notices, in the paper. It's not

that hard.

They start to walk.

NATE:

(awkward)

How's it going?

BRENDA:

Oh, well, after four days with my family,

I'm ready for shock therapy. I'm just

waiting to see if my HMO covers it.

How's it going with you?

NATE:

Great. Great. My father's dead, my mom's

a whore, my brother wants to kill me,

and my sister's smoking crack. I think

I win.

Brenda smiles. They walk along in silence for a moment.

NATE (CONT'D)

You know, four days ago, I was a

relatively happy guy, and now.., it's

like I don't even know who that guy was.

His grin fades; he's suddenly too tired to turn on the charm.

He stops walking.

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58.

NATE (CONT'D)

I'm a f***ing mess, if you want to know

the truth. But I think you're already

aware of that.

A long beat as Brenda studies him, then reaches inside her

purse, grabs a scrap of paper and scribbles her number on it.

BRENDA:

Well, here's my number. If you ever want

to... I don't know, have a real date?

know, where you buy me dinner before I

put out.

Nate takes the number, looks at her quizzically.

BRENDA:

(shrugs)

Maybe I'm one of those women who meets a

man who seems emotionally conflicted and

has no relationship skills and I figure,

hey, that's for me.

NATE:

Uh... You know I don't even live here,

right? I live in Seattle.

BRENDA:

See, that just makes YOU more attractive.

NATE:

Really?

They continue to walk.

NATE (CONT'D)

I'm also a serial rapist and I have ten

nurses buried under my house.

BRENDA:

Okay, now you're making me wet.

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