scene 45

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EXT./INT. TOM'S TRUCK IN HUNTER'S DRIVEWAY - DAY

Driver's door, garage door, and garage door into house open.

Keys in ignition. Tom's boots atop his suitcase in the well below the passenger side. A suitcase on the hood of the Rover. Hunter comes out of house, closes door behind him, gets suitcase from Rover hood, walks to truck, puts suitcase on passenger side of seat, closes garage door, gets in behind the wheel.

He opens the glove compartment to find a portable GPS, a flare and lighter in a zip-loc bag, pocket knife, an envelope marked "ins/reg," another marked "WY/TX fish lic" that he opens to find Tom's Wyoming and Texas fishing licenses, and the truck's owner's manual. He puts licenses back in the envelope, the envelope in the glove compartment, closes the glove compartment.

He gets sunglasses from shirt pocket, puts them on, starts the engine, lowers the window, buckles up, drives to the street and away down the road. 

scene 44

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INT. TALK THERAPY ROOM - DAY

Adobe. Window to small fountain in small courtyard behind where DOC, 60-something - new jeans, wingtips that match the belt, bolo tie with dress shirt, long hair in a tail - sits at a 60s-era vintage school desk behind Hunter in a recliner aimed at an aquarium teeming with tropical fish. Hat rack near opening to hall. Hunter's legs crossed at ankles, hands clasped at waist, gaze aimed at the SOFTLY GURGLING AQUAIUM. Doc writes on a yellow legal pad. Finally:

DOC: What becomes of the body?

HUNTER: Cremation. I'm driving his truck to Kerrville tomorrow, will be there a couple days, fly back for his ashes, head back down for a week or so. I know we're way over time, Doc.

DOC: My two-thirty cancelled and the over is on the house.

HUNTER: Thanks. And for the short notice. I heard his boots last night. Or thought I heard what sounded like his boots. Three steps. In his room. I was in the kitchen. I checked. 

DOC: The guest room.

HUNTER: Yes. As if he'd be there.  

Hunter uprights the recliner. Doc stops writing.

HUNTER (CONT.): His cologne lingers.

DOC: In the guest room.

HUNTER: In the house. Faint, but strong in his room.  

DOC: What was his cologne?

HUNTER: Stetson. Citrus and sage. They fit.

DOC: What fits?

HUNTER: His boots.

Hunter stands, Doc stops writing, stands.

HUNTER (CONT.): Size eleven. His hat's a little small. 

Hunter extends hand, they shake.

HUNTER (CONT.): Thanks, Doc. I feel better.

DOC: Good. So off for next week.

HUNTER: Yes. 

DOC: I'll be looking forward to your Kerrville report.

HUNTER: I'm going to meet his best and lifetime friend.

DOC: He'll probably have a story or two.

HUNTER: I reckon he might. I'll let myself out.

DOC: Okay. 

Hunter extends hand, they shake again. Hunter leaves into hallway, Doc sits, resumes writing.