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A bench sits out here. Behind it is a bare tree, home to a
few blackbirds. David brushes some snow off the bench.
Kyle's about to sit when a SOUND jars her: those BLACKBIRDS,
flying noisily away. She watches them as they go...
INT. MORTUARY - EVENING (RESUMING FLASHBACK)
Kyle stands, immobile, as the Mortuary Director closes the
casket, and we get our first glimpse of who's inside:
...a 40 year-old man. David. His face heavily made-up.
MORTUARY DIRECTOR (IN GERMAN)
We did all we could. But there was
some trauma, to the head.
Kyle tightens... The casket SHUTS... and David is gone.
EXT. APARTMENT - COURTYARD - NIGHT
Kyle stands, very much alone, that same umbrella in her hand.
No company. No David. A single set of footprints in the snow
lead to this bench.
Her eyes begin to moisten, but it might be from the stinging
cold - hard to say. She shuts them. CONTINUE INTERCUT:
INT. MORTUARY - EVENING - (RESUMING FLASHBACK)
There's an ELECTRONIC LOCK on the now-closed CASKET, awaiting
input from her. It's blinking green.
MORTUARY DIRECTOR
Your code, bitte.
Kyle shakes her head, making herself function... enters six
digits into the electronic lock... until the lock blinks red.
END INTERCUT.
INT. KYLE'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Darkness, pierced by a single lamp. We see MOVING BOXES, lots
of them, in rows on a Living Room floor. High ceilings, large
radiators beneath the windows, hardwood underfoot.
...and ten huge FLORAL ARRANGEMENTS, relegated to a corner.
And an answering machine with "27 Messages" on it.
INT. KYLE'S APT. ENTRY/FRONT DOOR - SAME (NIGHT)
A woman lingers by the front door, tears in her eyes. She is
KAROLINA - 50, Polish, a nanny.
Kyle is a few feet away. The feeling couldn't be more somber.
KYLE:
It's not impossible, Karolina. I've
already made a few calls.
KAROLINA:
Thank you.
KYLE:
There are working Visas. The State
Department issues them.
Karolina tries to smile, but she clearly believes that this
is the last time she'll ever see Kyle again.
KYLE (CONT'D)
She's so attached to you.
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