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INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Tom and Wanda in bed in pajamas, reading, both with glasses. Curtains closed across window above bed. Lamps, phones, eyeglass cases on their respective nightstands. Clock on Wanda’s, TV remote on Tom’s. We can’t see the book in Tom’s lap. Wanda turns a page of a paperback copy of James Michener’s Hawaii.

TOM: How are things goin’

WANDA: The missionaries are arriving.

TOM: Wonder how that’ll go.

She smiles. Tom turns a page.

WANDA: Does Foglost make any sense yet?

TOM; Well, we gotta fella with a drinkin’ problem. I reckon that’s one sorta fogginess. And he’s just had a dream about bein’ near a canoe on a rocky beach near a lighthouse. Wouldn’t be too surprised to see that come into play. But he’s always full a surprises and a master of misdirection. 

WANDA: I can’t wait for my turn.

TOM: I just might finish it in the room tomorrow night.

WANDA:  Should we do a horseback ride?

TOM: You know that’s a yes.

WANDA: hills or beach, sunrise or sunset. Maybe you can take a look and decide.

TOM: I’ll sure do that.

A lull. 

TOM: So whaddya suppose the chances are we’ll get lei’s while we’re there?

Wide-eyed Wanda puts book in lap, looks at Tom.

WANDA: Who are you?

Tom looks at her, deadpan.

TOM: What? Ain’t that what they call them flower necklaces they give ya? A lei.

Wanda shakes her head. Tom smiles.

WANDA: Yes. A lei. Although I think it’s technically a wreath or garland.

TOM;  Oh.Seems like I remember seein’ a movie where folks was gettin’ ‘em soon as they get off thre plane.

WANDA: I suspect some airlines do thst but I don’t think ours does.

TOM: Oh.

WANDA: But I have a very strong feeling we’ll get lei’s when we get to our hotel.

He looks at her, she looks at him. Smiles. They put their books on their nightstands glasses in their cases, turn off their lamps at the same time.

BEDSPRING SQUEAK IN BLACK.

Sc. 3: Tom leaving 2

Previous.

BOTH: I love you.

They kiss.

TOM: I’ll call every hour.

WANDA: Thank you. I’d like that.

Tom up and behind the wheel, sticks key in ignition. Wanda pushes the door shut, steps onto the running board. Tom starts engine, rolls down window.

TOM: Ready?

Wanda nods. Tom drives forward to the street. Down the block we see the Woman push the stroller, toward and around a corner out of view.

WANDA: You’re in for rain tonight.

TOM: Seen that. Monsoon season.  Ruth says there’s a storm formin’ on the gulf we’ll get part of.  How many more days?

WANDA: Until?

TOM: We land in Honolulu.

Wanda smiles.

WANDA: Ninety-three.

She checks his watch.

WANDA (CONT.0; Thirteen hours and twenty-two minutes. If we’re on schedule.

TOM: But whose countin’.

WANDA: I love you, Thomas Travis.

TOM: I love you, Wanda Pearl.

A long kiss, she steps down from the running board.

Wanda waves, Tom waves back. 

WANDA:  Talk to you in an hour, sweetheart.

TOM: You will, angel.

They flash each other the sign-language “I love you.’ Tom turns onto the street, drives away in the direction the Woman had come from. Wanda steps into street and watches the truck go away.

INT. TRUCK

Tom nears where the street bends left, his Syed on WANDA IN THE REARVIEW MIRROR. She waves, he sticks his arm out the window, waves.

EXT. DRIVEWAY/STREET

Wanda watches the truck and Tom’s waving arm turn the bend and leave view. She looks to the clouds in the sky, then walks to the deck, waters the plants, enter house, close door behind her.

Sc 3. Tom Leaving 1

EXT. HOUSE/DRIVEWAY- SUNRISE

DESCRIBE the middle-class house with the modest front yard, much like the others up and down the quiet street. The truck backed into the driveway. Wyoming plates on every visible vehicle. A few United States flags. 

Tom in western wear including cowboy boots and hat, and Wanda in robe and slippers come out front door to deck and toward truck. Tom suitcase, Wanda steaming mug of coffee.  Keys on ring hang from Tom’s belt loop.  

WANDA:  Which way?

TOM: Scenic route. Thinkin’ I’ll have lunch at that Mexican place in Cimarron we stopped at comin’ back last year.

WANDA: Tortilla Azul. That was delicious.

TOM: Azul, right. Knew it was tortilla somethin’. If it’s still there. 

A BLACK WOMAN, 30, enters frame pushing a stroller along the sidewalk.  She wears headphones and has the leash for th DOG that walks alongside the stroller attached to a wrist. When she nears the driveway she waves, there wave back..  They watch her push the stroller out of frame.

TOM: Never seen her before.

WANDA: She and her husband and another child just moved in to the house across from the park.

TOM: Alright.  Well good.

Tom sets down the suitcase, uses key to open driver’s door, puts suitcase in well under passenger side,  lowers the center of the bench seat into a console, takes coffee from Wanda, sets it in holder, turns to Wanda, they embrace.

To be continued.