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Unsure of how to respond, David smiles slightly.

ELDERLY MAN (CONT'D)

Yep. You took chicken sh*t and turned it

into chicken salad.

He shuffles away, CHUCKLING. David's CELL PHONE RINGS. He

pulls the phone from inside his jacket and moves away from

the mourners to answer it.

DAVID:

David Fisher.

15 INT. CAR - AFTERNOON, CONTINUOUS (DAY ONE) 15

CLAIRE FISHER (17) drives. Cutting-edge ROCK MUSIC BLASTS

from the STEREO. Claire SHOUTS into a CELL PHONE.

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CLAIRE:

David, it's Claire. Is Nate there?

INTERCUT WITH:

DAVID IN THE SLUMBER ROOM:

DAVID:

Nope.

CLAIRE:

I thought he was coming in tonight, so

we could do that whole forced Christmas

Eve family thing.

DAVID:

Well--

CLAIRE:

Because there are some really excellent

parties I could be going to.

DAVID:

No, it's tonight. Dad's gone to the

airport to pick Nate up. And Mom's in

the kitchen making something really

complicated and resenting it.

CLAIRE:

Damn. Okay, I might be a little late--

DAVID:

Claire. This is one of the few times a

year we're all together.

BACK INSIDE CLAIRE'S CAR:

CLAIRE:

All right, don't get all Pat Robertson

on me. I'll be there. I just have to

drop some stuff off at a friend's house

before I head over. Bye.

She hangs up.

CLAIRE:

F***ing boy scout.

16 EXT. STREETS - AFTERNOON, CONTINUOUS (DAY ONE) 16

Claire's car, an older model CADILLAC HEARSE painted bright

green, ROARS down the street.

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17 INT. AIRPORT - AFTERNOON, A SHORT TIME LATER (DAY ONE) 17

Holiday travelers cross back in forth in front of us as we

slowly PUSH IN ON A DOOR marked "UTILITY." We begin to HEAR

muffled GROANS from within.

18 INT. UTILITY CLOSET - AFTERNOON CONTINUOUS (DAY ONE) 18

His pants down around his ankles, Nate is f***ing Brenda as

she braces herself against.a janitor's sink.

BRENDA:

(breathy)

This is--really--kinda disgusting--

NATE:

(ditto)

Disgusting---good or--disgusting--bad?

BRENDA:

Oh, disgusting--very good--

NATE:

I know--you're so f***ing hot--

BRENDA:

That's so--sweet--

NATE:

I'm a--sweet guy--

BRENDA:

F*** me--

19 INT. KITCHEN - AFTERNOON, CONTINUOUS (DAY ONE) 19

CLOSE ON a steaming hot POT ROAST in a pan, as Ruth's hands

(in oven mitts) remove it from the oven.

A WIDER ANGLE:
Ruth places the pan on the counter and wipes

her brow. The PHONE RINGS.

RUTH:

(answers)

Hello?... This is Ruth Fisher. Yes, I'm

his wife. What is this about?

PUSHING IN ON HER as she gets the news:

RUTH (CONT'D)

(Confused)

What?

She hurls the phone away from her. She stands completely still

for a moment, then pushes the pot roast off the counter onto

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the floor. She kicks it savagely, then starts throwing pots

and pans across the room.

20 INT. SLUMBER ROOM - AFTERNOON, CONTINUOUS (DAY ONE) 20

Mourners stand at the casket, gazing solemnly at the woman

inside, then suddenly look up, alarmed, as we HEAR Ruth's

RACKET from the living quarters upstairs.

David smiles nervously, quickly leaves the room.

21 INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 21

David enters.

DAVID:

Mom, what the hell are you...?

He stops abruptly when he sees:

HIS POV:
Ruth is slumped in the corner amidst various cooking

implements and the pot roast, staring at the floor.

RUTH:

There's been an accident. The new hearse

is totaled. Your father is dead.

David leans against the counter, stunned.

RUTH (CONT'D)

Your father is dead and my pot roast is

ruined.

DAVID:

Oh my God.

(then)

What about... was Nate...?

Ruth stares at him in horror, then scrambles for the phone.

RUTH:

They didn't say anything about him. Oh

God, no, not my baby--

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