INT. FOYER - DAY
Stone flooring. Coat rack and closet on one side of door, curtains closed across window above couch on the other. Art TBD above padded bench seat on one side wall, tribal masks above padded bench seat on the other. Both walls end at entrances to hallways. Mirror above piano against back wall.
Hunter enters from one hall, crosses through to other a beat before DOORBELL RINGS. He re-enters, goes to door, looks through peep-hole, pulls away, perplexed, looks back into peep-hole.
EXT. HUNTER'S FRONT DOOR
Tom waiting with hat on, truck parked at the curb, the door opens enough for Hunter to peer over the latch-lock chain.
HUNTER: Can I help you?
TOM: Howdy. My name is Tom Walker.
HUNTER (TWO BEATS): And?
TOM: I met your mother at an Elvis Presley show in Reno the night before Thanksgiving of seventy-six.
HUNTER: (THREE BEATS): What was her name?
TOM: Olivia. From Marysville, California. High school English teacher. Smoked Virginia Slims. Butterfly tattoo on her left shoulder blade.
Hunter surveys Tom.
HUNTER: Just happen to be in the neighborhood?
TOM: Sorta. Passin' through.
HUNTER: From where to where?
TOM: From where I live in Laramie, Wyomin' to Texas.
HUNTER: I'm out the door to the airport in El Paso.
TOM: Yessir.
HUNTER (TWO BEATS): You'll be driving back to Laramie?
TOM: Yessir. In a week or so.
HUNTER: I won't be here in a week.
TOM: Yessir.
A moment before Hunter unlatches the lock, opens the door, motions Tom in. Tom hesitates, removes hat, enters, leaves view. Hunter looks at the truck, closes door.
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