분야
hwp by David Mamet
INT. FIRST FUNERAL PARLOR - DAY
A working-class funeral in progress. THIRTY PEOPLE and an
inexpensive bier SEEN from the back of the hall.
ANGLE
A MANs back FILLS the SCREEN. He is dressed in a black suit;
his hands are clasped behind him. ANOTHER MAN stands next to
him. The Second Man reaches behind the First Mans back and
puts a discreetly folded ten-dollar bill into his hands.
ANGLE
These Two Men from the front. Both somber, in their early
fifties. They begin to walk down the aisle of the funeral
parlor.
ANGLE
The WIDOW. A woman in her late fifties sitting by the bier
receiving condolences. The Two Men approach her. The First
Man (the recipient of the money) speaks:
FUNERAL DIRECTOR
Mrs. Dee, this is Frank Galvin --a
very good friend of ours, and a
very fine attorney.
GALVIN
Its a shame about your husband,
Mrs. Dee.
The Widow nods.
GALVIN
I knew him vaguely through the
Lodge. He was a wonderful man.
(shakes head in sympathy) It was
a crime what happened to him. A
crime. If theres anything that I
could do to help ...
GALVIN removes a business card from his jacket pocket and hands
it to her as if he were giving her money. (i.e., "Take it.
Really. I want you to have it ..." She takes the card. Beat.
GALVIN
(thoughtfully
realizes he is
usurping her time)
Well ...
He shakes her hand and moves on.
INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY
Galvin sitting in the deserted coffee shop in his raincoat.
Reading a section of the paper. He picks up his teacup, drinks.
Lowers it to the table.
ANGLE - INSERT
Galvin twists tea bag around a spoon to extract last drops of
tea. His hand moves to his felt pen lying on the table. He
moves his hand to the paper, open at the obituary section. We
SEE several names crossed out. He circles one funeral listing.
ANGLE
Galvin sitting, raises cup of tea to his lips. Looks around
deserted coffee shop. Sighs.
INT. SECOND FUNERAL HOME AND STREET - AFTERNOON
Galvin outside a second funeral home. WORKING-CLASS PEOPLE
entering, Galvin enters the home.
ANGLE
Galvin, coming down the aisle toward the front, shrugging
himself out of his overcoat, he approaches the BEREAVED WIDOW
sitting by the front of the home, he extracts his card from
his pocket, starts to speak. He is stopped by the WIDOWS
SON, a hefty man in his mid-forties, who interjects himself
between Galvin and the widow.
SON
(of the card)
What is that ...?
GALVIN
I ...
SON
What the hell is that ...
GALVIN
... I was a friend of your fa...
SON
You never knew my father.
(hits card out of
Galvins hand)
You get out of here, who the hell
do you think you are ...
The FUNERAL MANAGER hurries down the aisle, and starts
extricating Galvin from the commotion.
GALVIN
(to Funeral Manager)
Im talking to this man ...
FUNERAL MANAGER
Excuse me, Mrs. Cleary...
He is manhandling Galvin toward the back of the funeral parlor.
The Son calls after him:
SON
Who the hell do you think you are?
EXT. SECOND FUNERAL PARLOR - AFTERNOON
The Funeral Manager and Galvin standing in the cold.
FUNERAL MANAGER
I dont want you coming back here.
Ever. Do you understand?
GALVIN
I was just talking to...
FUNERAL MANAGER
Those are bereaved people in there.
The Funeral Manager gives Galvin a small shove, and goes back
to his post at the door, greeting the entering mourners. "Good
evening..."
ANGLE
Galvin, the ground cut out from under him. Standing watching
the mourners enter.
EXT. SECOND FUNERAL STREET - DUSK
Galvin walking down a residential street. He has been walking
a while in the cold, snowy night. He stops for a stoplight at
a corner, waits for the light although there is no traffic.
Lights a cigarette. The light changes. He looks both ways
and irresolutely starts across the street. He stops. He checks
his watch. He sighs, and starts back in the opposite direction.
INT. OROURKES BAR - NIGHT
Galvin holding forth at the bar of a seedy drinking-mans
establishment, THREE DRINKERS, acquaintances, standing around
him, appreciative.
GALVIN
Pat says, Mike ... theres a new
bar, you go in, for a half a buck
you get a beer, a free lunch, and
then take you in the back room and
they get you laid.
The bartender, JIMMY, comes up to Galvin.
JIMMY
Another, Frank . . . ?
GALVIN
(gestures to include
group)
...everybody. Mike says, `Pat,
you mean to tell me for a buck you
get a free lunch and a beer, and
then you go in the back and get
laid? `Thats correct. Mike
says, `Pat. Have you been in this
bar ? Pat says, `No, but my sister
has ... (gestures to Jimmy)
Everyone. Buy yourself one too.
INT. GALVINS OFFICE - NIGHT
The seedy, disorganized small office, Galvin in shirt-sleeves
opening a file cabinet. He takes out an armload of files,
carries them to a wastebasket and throws them in. He sits on
his desk, as if exhausted by his effort, pours from a whiskey
bottle into a large water glass, downs the glass. He has been
drinking for some time. He starts -- stumbling back to the
file cabinet. On the way his eye is caught by his degrees
hanging on the wall. He stumbles to them, picks the
