Six Feet Under Page #4

He kisses her on the cheek and exits. She sucks the blood

off her nicked finger, then continues slicing.

11 EXT. LAX (STOCK) - AFTERNOON (DAY ONE) 11

It's about an hour before sunset.

12 INT. AIRPORT GATE - A SHORT TIME LATER (DAY ONE) 12

MOVING through disembarking passengers, we DISCOVER NATE FISHER

(35), walking next to BRENDA CHENOWITH (32), an attractive

woman dressed in clothing with a vaguely hippieish feel. Nate

is athletic, charming, and a total scamp. Brenda can see this

but doesn't seem to care.

NATE:

So, I enjoyed talking to you about that

whole Shiatsu thing, I really hope that

pans out for you.

BRENDA:

(smiles)

You should let me work on you sometime.

NATE:

(already has his card out)

Here's my cell number. I'll be here

until the 29th.

She takes the card and studies it. Then studies him. He's

suddenly a litte uncomfortable.

NATE (CONT'D)

(looks around)

Huh. My Dad was supposed to meet me here.

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BRENDA:

I could give you a ride.

NATE:

Oh... thanks, but I'm sure he'll be here

soon enough.

BRENDA:

I wasn't talking about that kind of ride.

Nate's a little taken aback, then he grins.

13 EXT. FUNERAL HOME - AFTERNOON (DAY ONE) 13

MOURNERS file in the front door.

14 INT. FUNERAL HOME/SLUMBER ROOM - CONTINUOUS (DAY ONE) 14

FROM OVERHEAD:
We're LOOKING DOWN ON a sweet-looking dead

woman, lying in an expensive white CASKET. DROPPING DOWN to

see DAVID, wearing a suit, a carnation in his lapel, and an

ELDERLY MAN standing beside the casket, gazing reverently at

its occupant. Behind them, mourners chat quietly in groups,

comfort each other, etc.

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