scene 2

Previously.

EXT. MANUFACTURED HOME - DAY

One of several mobile homes that line the quiet street. Two-tone late-80s Ford F-150 pickup truck in the driveway, backed to the port covering a Subaru wagon. Wyoming plates like every other vehicle in view. Two homes fly the United States flag. Tom - cowboy boots, jeans held up by belt with a silver buckle featuring a turquoise horseshoe, western shirt with pearl snap buttons, cowboy hat - comes out the front door to the porch with suitcase in hand, holds the door open for Wanda - slippers, robe over pajamas - and they walk hand in hand down the steps to the driveway and truck.

WANDA: Thought about lunch?

TOM: That Mexican place in Pueblo if it's still there.

WANDA: Cantina Azul.

TOM: That's it. Knew it was cantina somethin' or other.

WANDA: That was delicious. Twenty-five all the way? 

TOM: Thinkin' I might cut over south a Raton and take the scenic route. Coffee up at that place in Cimarron, if it's still there 

WANDA:  Rio Roasters.

TOM: That's it. 

Tom unlocks driver's door, slides the suitcase across the bench seat to the passenger side, puts his hat on top of it, puts the key in the ignition, steps back, hugs and kisses Wanda.

TOM: I'll call every hour on the hour.

WANDA: Thank you.

He gets in, Wanda pushes the door closed, Tom starts engine, lowers window, Wanda steps up onto the running board, leans in for a kiss.

TOM: Ready?

Wanda nods, Tom drives to the street, stops.

TOM/WANDA: Love you.

Tom blows her a kiss, she reciprocates, watches him drive the short distance to the stop sign where their street bisects another. The truck's left turn signal flashes. Tom lets a car pass, makes the turn, looks out the window at Wanda, waves, she waves back and watches the truck leave view behind the house at the corner.  A breeze tousles her hair and RINGS THE CHIMES on the porch. She folds her arms across her chest, walks the steps to the porch, stops to water plants, looks to clouds, enters the house, closes door behind her.