scene 9

Previously.

INT. FOYER - DAY

Navajo rug on hardwood. Curtain closed across the big window to the street. Hatless rack and closet near the door. One bench seat against a wall under three wooden tribal masks faces same bench seat against a wall that has been painted mural-style into a vast creosote desert, fiery sun above mountains in the far distance. Speck of a vulture in the sky. A jackrabbit low corner of frame. A steer skull.

 Hallways in opposite directions from the back wall and piano against it. Mirror above piano. 

SQUEAK OF SHOES before Hunter enters from one hall, crosses into the other just before the DOORBELL CHIMES. 

A moment before Hunter re-enters, slowly approaches the door. He peeks through the peephole, pulls back, puzzled, peeks again.

EXT. FRONT DOOR LANDING

Tom stands under shade of awning, truck on the street near the bin. Hunter opens the door enough to see Tom.

HUNTER: Can I help you?

TOM: Howdy. My name is Tom Walker.

Hunter examines him. opens door a little wider. looks past Tom to the truck.

HUNTER: Tom Walker who was in Reno, Nevada fifty years ago last month?

TOM: Well, one of 'em anyway.

HUNTER: What was my mother's name?

TOM: Olivia, if the Olivia I'm thinkin' of was your mother.

Hunter opens door a little wider. looks past Tom to the truck. 

HUNTER: What was she doing in Reno?

TOM: She was an actress. There to audition for a play at the Pioneer Theatre. *Streetcar Named Desire. Lookin' to play Stella.

Hunter opens the door for Tom to enter, motions him in. Tom removes hat, enters.

Hunter gives the truck a long before he closes the door. 

INT. FOYER

HUNTER: How did you find my address?

TOM: Paid a few bucks and went online.

HUNTER: What if I didn't know who you are?

TOM: I'da been a little turned around and askin' for directions back to Drippin' Springs Road.

HUNTER: Just happen to be in the neighborhood.

TOM: Sorta. On my way to see my sister in Texas. 

HUNTER: On the way from where?

TOM: Where I live in Laramie, Wyomin'.

HUNTER: I'm out the door to El Paso to pick up my daughter at the airport.

TOM: Yessir.

HUNTER: You'll be passing back through?

TOM: Yessir. I reckon in a week or so.

HUNTER: We won't be here.

TOM: Yessir. 

*

scene 8

Previously.

INT. TOM'S TRUCK - DAY

Aviator sunglasses on, Tom drives slowly to a handsome home with garage door open, stops and idles, stares. A Land Rover Range Rover (referred to hereafter as "Rover") and older Honda Gold Wing motorcycle share garage space with two mountain bikes, snowboard and skis, tool shelf and working table along a wall, odds and ends. A green recycling bin on the hardpack dirt street, as with neighbors along it. Tom raises his phone to take a picture when Hunter walks into the garage through the door to the house with bag in hand. Nearing the driveway Hunter looks up, sees Tom. Tom takes the picture, drives away. Hunter walks the driveway to the bin, eyes on Tom's truck.

INT. TRUCK

REARVIEW MIRROR shows Hunter at the bin, looking at the truck.

AT THE BIN Hunter watches the truck turn onto the nextb street, drive out of view behind a house. He waits, finally drops the bag into the bin, walks back to the garage, all the while his eyes looking for the truck to emerge.

INT. TRUCK

Tom idling at the home that obscured Hunter's view. Drums fingers along the steering wheel, finally makes the U-Turn.