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INT. DINING ROOM - DAY

John, Jan and Barbara dressed as they were, playing scrabble at one end of handsome oak table with window to grill, table and chairs on shaded patio, immaculate green lawn and pool with cedar decking, matching the fence augmented by foliage.  Elegantly appointed walnut hutch and /buffet, framed print of (Still Life TBD).  View into kitchen's high-end cabinetry, countertops and appliances. 

The amount of tiles on the board indicate a game reaching its end. Tile bag and scrabble dictionary at hand. Jan is the scorekeeper with pencil and legal pad. She pulls tiles from bag, adds them to tray.  John surveys the board.  Barbara moves her tiles around in search of a word to play. All with bottled waters. John takes a sip from his.  Barbara finally finds her word.

BARBARA:  Bingo.

JAN/JOHN: Uh oh.

Barbara plays all seven tiles to make LARIATS, the S pluralizing QUIET already on the board.  

JOHN: You sunk my battleship.

BARBARA: Nothing personal, dad. And my count is seventy-two. 

JAN: And game over.

Jan records the score as Barbara refills her tile tray from the bag.

BARBARA: One letter left.

Barbara's PHONE RINGTONES TYPEWRITER KEY STRIKE. She gets it from pocket.

BARBARA  (CONT.):  Hey.

They're right here, what's up?

(She listens, her facial change expressing surprise including furrowed brow. Jan and John look at each other.)

BARBARA (CONT.): I'm here.

Well Hunter I trust your judgment. 

Okay.

So maybe take a picture or two?

Alright. 

(She sets down phone, looks at John and Jan.)

JAN: Take a picture of what?

BARBARA:  Whom. Tom Walker is at Hunter's house. He's spending the night. Chloe will call before she goes to bed.

(A lengthy silence.)

JOHN: A middle name would be helpful.

JAN: Check.

Jan reaches for John's hand, he holds hers in lap.

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INT. ENTRYWAY - A FEW MINUTES LATER

Hat rack on one side of door, saguaro cactus sculpture on the other. Door opens to piano against wall, mirror above it.

Tribal masks on one wall to door's left opposite art/photos/map TBD on wall to door's right. Both walls end at hallways made by piano/mirror wall. 

Hunter enters from one hall, passes through into other. DOORBELL CHIME two seconds later bring him back and to the door. He looks through peephole, pulls away, puzzled, looks through peephole again. 

EXT. HUNTER'S FRONT PORCH 

Tom, hat on, under shade of awning, eyes cast downward until Hunter opens the door wide enough to peer out.  Truck parked on the street near the bins.

HUNTER: Yes?

TOM: Howdy, sir. My name is Tom Walker.

Hunter surveys Tom.

HUNTER: Tom Walker who was in Reno for the rodeo fifty years ago last month?

TOM: One of 'em anyway.

HUNTER: What's my mother's name.

TOM: Olivia. If I got the right Hunter Hardyn.

HUNTER: How do you know about me?

TOM: Found your mother's obituary on the ancestry site my sister uses. 

HUNTER: When? 

TOM: It'll be seven years in September. Seen your name as the son that'd survived her, got curious, looked it up, found your date a birth. Did the math.

HUNTER: The math.

TOM:  Carson City? 

Hunter considers this, looks past Tom to the truck.   

HUNTER: Just happen to be in the neighborhood?

TOM: Sorta. Passin' through on my way to Texas.

HUNTER: On your way from where?

TOM: Laramie, Wyomin', where I live.

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

TOM: Yessir.

HUNTER: Will you be coming back through on your way home?

TOM: Could do that.

HUNTER: When will that be?

TOM: I reckon about a week.

HUNTER: We won't be here in a week.

TOM: Yessir.

Hunter stares at Tom, the truck, steps back, opens door wider, motions for Tom to enter. Tom hesitates, removes hat, enters, leaves view. Hunter stares at the truck, finally closes door.

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EXT. HUNTER'S HOUSE - DAY

Handsome home among others widely spaced along the remote street in the Talavera neighborhood as previously described.  More xeriscape. Open garage door showcases Range Rover ("Rover" hereafter) and Harley-Davidson touring motorcycle. Washer and dryer in a corner near door to house. Two bins where driveway meets street, one blue, the other green, like all the neighbors.

Down the street Tom's truck comes into view when it turns onto the street from another and slowly approaches.

INT. TOM'S TRUCK 

Tom nears Hunter's house, finally arrives, stops and idles, aviators aimed at the garage. He shifts into park, gets phone from shirt pocket, aims it just in time to frame Hunter entering garage from house, the bag he'd tied off in hand. Hunter looks up, notices Tom, Tom takes picture, pockets phone, shifts into drive and does, toward the street turns around a neighbor onto another.

IN THE REARVIEW MIRROR Hunter takes the bag down the driveway to the bin, using a hand to shade his eyes on the truck.

EXT. HUNTER'S DRIVEWAY

Hunter nears the bins, watches the truck turn at the next street and not come into view from the other side of the neighbor's house. He waits, finally drops bag into bin, walks to garage, eyes looking for the truck that does not emerge, enters garage and house.

INT. TOM'S TRUCK

He idles in front of the neighbor's house, finally makes the U-turn.