INT. GREAT ROOM - DAY
Texas Hill Country Rustic Rancho. Limestone, heavy beams, reclaimed materials.
Fireplace, two whitetail buck mounts on each side of the TBD above fireplace.
Pool table, U-shaped sofa aimed at Big TV. Stools at mini-bar in a corner with neon agave plant, mezcal-related poster art, ancient machete on wall.
Framed Oil and Canvas TBD on wall above couch flanked by two chairs around coffee table.
Similar arrangement aimed at the big window view to oak motte.
Handsome lamps perfectly placed.
Archway entry/exit near hat rack with sombrero, Houston Oilers football helmet, straw and felt cowboy hats.
And GIL, 70-something - socks, old jeans, unbuttoned and untucked short-sleeve over white tee - in rocker in corner near the big window, reading the book in his lap. Phone and bottle of Victoria beer on lampstand.
FAINT SONG OF GOLDEN-CHEECKED WARBLER before Maria, 40-something - huaraches, old jeans, untucked mustard-colored long sleeve tee with BROWNSVILLE GYRL in mud-brown across the front - arrives in doorway, watches Gil awhile. He turns a page.
MARIA: Knock knock.
GIL: Who's there?
MARIA: Ida.
GIL: Ida who?
MARIA: Ida forgotten Tom and Wanda arrive tomorrow had I not seen it on the calendar.
Gil marks page, closes book, turns to Maria.
GIL: Just Tom. Wanda's staying to be with a friend whose husband just passed.
MARIA: Oh.
GIL: And big news.
MARIA: Big good news?
GIL: Big great news. They're buying a house with Ruth in Kerrville.
MARIA: Wow. That's huge wonderful news.
GIL: Tom and Ruth are going to the looky-loo thing at a few open houses.
MARIA: They're coming over, aren't they?
GIL: Monday afternoon. Dinner at Spanish Trail.
MARIA: Yay. Whatcha readin'?
He holds up Foglost.
MARIA: Your guy.
She walks to Gil.
GIL: Picked it at up yesterday.
MARIA: You're moving through it.
GIL: Page turner.
MARIA: What's it about?
GIL: A man whose drinking has ended his marriage and is ruining his law career buys a boat and takes it on Lake Superior. I'm where he's just encountered a fog event called a ghost ship.
MARIA (Scooby-Doo effect): Ruh roh.
A soccer ball rolls into frame of window, drawing Gil's and Maria's attention. TWO BOYS 16, and 14, in tennis shoes, shorts and Mexico national soccer team jerseys, race neck and neck in pursuit of the ball, follow it out of frame.
GIL: Somebody's caught up.
MARIA: He tries harder.
GIL: I've noticed.
MARIA: The younger ones usually do.
GIL: I'm going to let Robby drive the Corvette, if it's okay with you.
MARIA: Of course. I expect pictures.
GIL: There'll be pictures.
MARIA: Have a route in mind?
GIL: A Vanderpool loop we took when Ricky first drove it.
MARIA: (TWO BEATS): News to me. How old was he?
GIL: Fifteen and-a-half.
MARIA: No pictures?
GIL: Lost in the fire.
Gil's PHONE RINGTONES TBD.
MARIA: Hoodat?
GIL: Tom.
He picks up, stares at screen. A selfie Tom has taken at the Vietnam War-era Huey helicopter at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial State Park in Angel Fire, New Mexico.
MARIA: Where is that?
GIL: Vietnam Memorial in Angel Fire.
MARIA: Have you been?
GIL: Nope. Going in April with Tom to do some fishing out of a friend's cabin outside Red River.
MARIA: Fishing while he's here?
GIL: Friday morning, Breaking in Dale's new pond.
MARIA: Oh that's right. Sounds fun. What's in it?
GIL: Perch. Think he'll keep it that way.
MARIA: Taking the boys?
GIL: Taking the boys.
As previously and practically exactly, the soccer ball enters frame from other direction; the boys, neck and neck follow it out of frame. She leans to kiss Gil's cheek.
MARIA: Off to market, back in an hour.
GIL: If we're not here we're at the treehouse.
MARIA: How's it coming?
GIL: Well, Working on the ladder. Drive safe, sweetheart..
MARIA: Always.
She leaves, he resumes Foglost.
GOLDEN-CHEEKED WARBLER SONG.
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