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38 EXT. STREETS - A SHORT TIME LATER (NIGHT ONE) 38

Claire's green hearse speeds down the streets.

39 INT. GREEN HEARSE - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT ONE) 39

Claire drives, Nate is by the window. Ruth sits between them,

shell-shocked.

NATE:

Claire, you're driving too fast.

CLAIRE:

This isn't fast. You wanna see fast?

She speeds up significantly.

NATE:

(with surprising force)

Pull over!

40 EXT. STREETS - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT ONE) 40

The green hearse SKIDS to a stop on the side of the road. As

Claire and Nate get out and cross around behind the vehicle

to change sides, he grabs her.

NATE:

Listen, do you do a lot of drugs?

CLAIRE:

What? No. And it's none of your business.

NATE:

Yes, it is my business. You were driving

like a maniac, you could have gotten us

all killed.

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22.

CLAIRE:

What the hell is this? You are not my

father.

(angry)

You split as soon as you could. You don't

even know me. So don't think you can

start telling me what to do.

She throws the keys at him and crosses around to the passenger

side.

41 INT. FUNERAL HOME - FOYER - A SHORT TIME LATER (NIGHT ONE) 41

The viewing is over. David sits on the stairs, still in his

suit, ruminating. We HEAR FOOTSTEPS outside the front door.

David immediately stands, buttoning his jacket, oddly formal.

Ruth and Claire enter, followed by Nate with his luggage.

DAVID:

Nate.

NATE:

Hey.

A beat.

DAVID:

So where's Dad? Downstairs already?

NATE:

Uhm... he's still in the morgue.

DAVID:

(disbelief)

You didn't bring him back with you?

RUTH:

Oh, dear. That didn't even cross my mind.

We should have taken the van so we could

bring him home. I'm sorry, that was very

stupid of me.

She heads up the stairs, exhausted.

NATE:

Nice going, Dave. Like she doesn't have

enough to feel bad about right now.

As David pulls a cell phone out of his jacket and dials:

DAVID:

(as if to a child)

Things have to be done. Federico is

downstairs, ready to start. Every second

(MORE)

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23.

DAVID (CONT'D)

we wait will only make Dad's restoration

more difficult. But you wouldn't know

about that, would you? Bag boy?

NATE:

(stung)

Bag boy? I am assistant manager of

organic produce at the highest volume

food co-op in Seattle!

CLAIRE:

(rolls her eyes)

Jesus. Just pull your d*cks out and

measure them and let's get this over

with.

She stomps up the stairs.

NATE:

(to David)

What were we supposed to do, just throw

Dad in the back of Claire's car?

DAVID:

It is a hearse!

(into phone)

** OMITTED SC. 42 **

43 INT. CLAIRE'S BEDROOM - A SHORT TIME LATER (NIGHT ONE) 43

CLOSE ON A TV SCREEN: Some cheesy CHRISTMAS VARIETY SPECIAL.

Claire sits on her bed, her knees up under her chin, hugging

herself as if cold. She watches the TV, her face blank, numb.

Ruth enters, carrying a sandwich on a plate.

RUTH:

I made you some dinner.

CLAIRE:

I am so not hungry.

RUTH:

We have to eat, Claire. We didn't die.

44 INT. MORGUE - LATER (NIGHT ONE) 44

The AUDIO from the Christmas Special CONTINUES as the morgue

Attendant enters, followed by David, rolling a collapsible

STRETCHER with a COT COVER on it. The Attendant opens the

locker, pulls out the tray with Nathaniel on it.

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24.

ATTENDANT:

Really sorry, man.

He exits. David pulls a couple of LATEX GLOVES from his pocket

and puts them on. He positions the stretcher next to the tray

and, using handles on the body bag, transfers Nathaniel onto

the stretcher. He slides the tray back into the locker and

shuts the compartment door. He starts to wheel the stretcher

out, then stops. He hesitates for a moment, then unzips the

bag so he can see his father's face. He gazes at it sadly,

then shakes it off, zips up the bag and heads out, all

business.

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