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He takes a drag off his cigarette.

7 INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 7

Ruth stops slicing and stands up straight.

RUTH:

Nathaniel, are you smoking?

NATHANIEL (O.S.)

(Over phone line)

No.

RUTH:

Yes, you are, I heard you.

NATHANIEL (O.S.)

I'm not.

RUTH:

Look, forget you'll give yourself cancer

and die a slow and horrible death. You

should not be stinking up that new hearse.

DAVID FISHER (31) sits at the kitchen table. Equal parts stuffy

and intense, he wears a tie. He looks up from the magazine

he's reading:
Mortuary Management.

DAVID:

I told you not to let him take it.

RUTH:

Like I could've stopped him. He's every

bit as proud of that thing as your fool

brother was of that damn motorcycle he

had in high school. And who still has a

pin in his foot?

(into phone)

Nathaniel, people want things to be nice

when there's a funeral. They don't want

their loved ones riding around in

something that smells like an ashtray.

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4.

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.

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