INT. HUNTER'S HOME OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER
The light comes on as Hunter enters. He opens a desk drawer, gets a letter-sized envelope from a hanging file, leaves, light goes out.
INT. HUNTER'S FOYER - MOMENT LATER
Tom and Chloe standing.
CHLOE: Do you have any idea what this photograph might be?
TOM: Well, Chloe, I'll tell ya. I remember that me and your grandmother took a drive around Lake Tahoe.
Hunter enters.
CHLOE: Tom's remembers their drive around the lake.
HUNTER: Don't let me interrupt.
TOM: Well, Chloe asked if the photograph rings a bell and the only one I can remember bein' in was an old school selfie your mother took of us at a sandy beach, our pants rolled up and us knee deep in the lake. She had one a them compact instamatic type cameras, held it out with her right hand. I remember that she took a few but can't remember bein' in another one.
HUNTER: I don't suppose you remember the kind of pants she had rolled up to her knees.
TOM: Light blue corduroy bell-bottoms. Same color as her eyes.
HUNTER: Anything else?
TOM: A brown cashmere sweater that matched her suede floppy hat and the moccasins she left on the beach next to my black boots. She had them mirror-type reflective sunglasses that were popular at the time, took 'em off and hung 'em from the neck of the sweater. A sunny day, lake as flat as glass and mountains on the other side.
CHLOE: What were you wearing, besides your black boots?
TOM: Well, Chloe don't change much and never really has. Jeans, pearl snap button shirt. Wanna say that my hat that day was black felt and that I mighta been sportin' a bolo tie.
Hunter opens the envelope and hands the 3 x 5 photograph to Tom, who stares at the picture he has decribed exactly.
TOM (CONT.): Olivia.
Hunter and Chloe look at each other.
TOM (CONT): Funny.
HUNTER/CHLOE: What's funny?
TOM: Pretty sure I've read or heard somethin' to the effect of smell bein' your strongest sense where mem'ry's concerned. Maybe olfactory's the word for it. Anyway, what's funny is that soon as I seen the picture I got a whiff of her lavender perfume, like on a breeze. If I'm rememberin' lavender correctly.
HUNTER: You are. Good memory, Tom.
TOM: Ya mind if I take a picture a this?
HUNTER: Of course not.
TOM: Ya mind holdin' it?
Hunter nods, Tom hands him the picture, gets his phone, takes the picture
TOM (CONT.): Thank you.
HUNTER/CHLOE: Thank you.
Tom pockets phone.
CHLOE: Will you show that to Wanda?
TOM: I sure will. And Ruthie. Ya can describe somethin' til yer outta breath but ain't nothin' like seein' for yourself.
Hunter puts the picture in the envelope, puts envelope on piano.
HUNTER: Will they be surprised at your power of recollection?
TOM: No. Memory ain't what it used to be but there's still some left.
CHLOE: Obviously.
TOM: Who plays the piano?
HUNTER: Neither of us. I picked it up at an estate sale in Silver City. It's been played by a couple guests. I'll sit down and make some racket now and then. Do you play?
TOM: No. I mean I can find a chord or two here and there just from growin' up with my mom and Ruthie playin' the piano that's at Ruthie's.
CHLOE: Would you mind finding a chord or two?
Hunter pulls out the bench, opens the fallboard.
TOM: Well. I reckon I can look for 'em.
Tom puts his hat on, sits, pulls bench to piano. Hunter gets phone.from pocket.
HUNTER: Do you mind if I record?
TOM: I don't mind. Can't say it'll be worth much.
HUNTER: I can.
Tom nods.
CHLOE: Do you have a ringtone for Wanda?
TOM: I do. Same as hers for me.
CHLOE: Is it a song you can play?
TOM: Well, let's find out.
Tom plays and fiddles with the beginning of the Townes Van Zandt song, If I Needed You.
CHLOE: Are there words?
TOM: There's words but I'll spare ya my singin'.
CHLOE: I'd rather you subject me to it. If you wouldn't mind.
HUNTER: Please.
Tom nods, continues to fiddle with the song.
TOM: Don't say I didn't warn ya.
CHLOE/HUNTER: We won't.
TOM (SINGS):
If I needed you, would you come to me?
Would you come to me for to ease my pain?
If you needed me, I would come to you.
I would swim the sea for to ease your pain.
Well the night's forlorn and the morning's born
And the morning's born with the lights of love.
And you'll miss sunrise if you close your eyes,
And that would break my heart in two.
Tom stops. Chloe puts up a high-five that Tom meets. Hunter stops recording, pockets phone, claps.
HUNTER: Townes Van Zandt.
TOM: Yessir .That's about half of it but you get the idea.
HUNTER: Thank you, Tom.
CHLOE: Very much.
TOM: My pleasure.
Tom closes the fallboard, stands.
TOM (CONT.) And on them notes I reckon I'll call my girls and tell 'em about what a wonderful day I had.
CHLOE: We had.
Tom nods.
TOM: Goodnight, y'all.
HUNTER: Sunrise coffee sequel?
TOM: I'll be there.
He tips his hat, leaves into hall, BOOTS CLICKING, then silence.
HUNTER: What a day.
CHLOE: I'm gonna call mom.
Hunter nods, Chloe leaves into the other hall. Hunter gets his phone, plays the video he just recorded.
36. INT. TOM AND WANDA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
