Six Feet Under Page #4

22 INT. UTILITY CLOSET - AFTERNOON, MOMENTS LATER (DAY ONE) 22

Nate and Brenda are locked in a sweaty, breathless, post-

coital embrace. His pants are still down around his ankles.

BRENDA:

(grabs his ass)

You carry a lot of tension in your lower

back.

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10.

NATE:

(grins)

Not as much as twenty minutes ago.

BRENDA:

Just so you know, I never do this.

NATE:

Oh, yeah, me neither.

They kiss.

NATE (CONT'D)

So... are you ever going to tell me your

name?

BRENDA:

(studying him))

Probably not.

NATE:

Why not?

BRENDA:

(not unfriendly)

Because I'm a realist.

He stares at her, unsure of how to respond. A CELL PHONE RINGS;

Nate pulls it from inside his coat.

NATE:

That's my father, looking for- me.

(into phone))

Hey, Dad... Oh, Dave. Merry Christmas!

Of course I'm okay.

(smiles at Brenda))

Couldn't be better, in fact.

(suddenly stricken)

What?

23 INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS (DAY ONE) 23

Ruth sits at the table, staring into space. David is cleaning

up the mess she caused, holding a phone to his ear.

DAVID:

I'm so sorry, Nate. I hate to have to be

the one to tell you.

24 INT. DRUG DEALER'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON,

CONTINUOUS (DAY ONE) 24

CLOSE ON a GLASS PIPE as it's loaded with a ROCK of CRYSTAL

METHAMPHETAMINE and raised to someone's lips. A LIGHTER fires

up. Druggy TRIP-HOP MUSIC plays on a STEREO.

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11.

Claire sits with some other high school students in a rundown

house somewhere in the San Fernando Valley. A seductively

dangerous young man named JORDAN takes the PIPE. Claire watches

him warily as he re-lights it.

CLAIRE:

This is just speed, right? Promise me it

isn't crack. Because I've got to spend

tonight having Christmas dinner with my

demented family and it's going to be

weird enough without me being high on

crack.

Another student LAUGHS. Jordan shakes his head as he inhales.

JORDAN:

(holding it in)

It's crystal meth. Makes everything burn

just a little bit brighter, that's all.

(exhaling)

And it makes sex like, totally primal.

He smiles at Claire and passes her the pipe. A beat, then she

takes the pipe and inhales.

CLAIRE:

Oh, well. Too late now.

A CELL PHONE RINGS. Almost all of the students reach for their

bags.

CLAIRE (CONT'D)

It's mine.

(into phone)

Hello?...

(overly bright)

David, hi!

Jordan starts to kiss her neck. She squirms away from him,

gets off the couch and moves into a hallway.

CLAIRE (CONT'D)

So is Nate there yet?

25 INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 25

Ruth sits at the table, catatonic. David speaks into a phone

as he cleans up the mess she caused.

DAVID:

No. He's still at the airport. Claire,

I've got bad news...

He closes his eyes. This sudden, unexpected responsibility is

taking its toll on him.

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12.

26 INT. DRUG DEALER'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - AFTERNOON, CONTINUOUS 26

A filthy kitchen, sink piled with dishes, etc. A partially

dismantled MOTORCYCLE sits in the middle of the room. Claire

enters, her cell phone to her ear.

CLAIRE:

What?

PUSH IN ON 'CLAIRE'S FACE as she hears the news. The MUSIC

from the other room suddenly sounds vaguely distorted.

CLAIRE (CONT'D)

Yeah, sure. Okay. I'm on my way.

She hangs up, numb.

26A INT. DRUG DEALER'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON,

CONTINUOUS 26A

The other students continue LAUGHING and talking among

themselves. Claire enters, stands staring at them.

CLAIRE:

I have to go.

JORDAN:

No f***ing way!

(sexy)

You're coming back, aren't you?

CLAIRE:

(kind of giddy)

I don't think so. My father just got hit

by a bus. It broke his neck. He's dead.

I have to go pick up my mom and take her

to the morgue to identify his body.

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