INT. MOTEL ROOM - SUNSET
Basic. Yucca-related art print on wall above queen bed aimed at TV on opposite wall. Curtains closed across window at desk with pencil and pen on Yucca Springs Motel stationery near phone and small potted cactus. Hat rack near door. Open door to bathroom.
We HEAR NEARING BOOTFALL before the DOOR UNLOCK CLICK before Tom enters, puts hat on rack, suitcase on bed, room key and phone on desk. He opens curtains to second-floor view to his truck and other vehicles in the parking lot of the Yucca Springs Motel, advertised by the neon sign above the registration office guarded by potted yuccas. Beyond, the Albuquerque skyline and Sandia Mountains under and obscured by monsoon clouds. Light rain taps the window.
He sits at desk, removes boots, speaks into phone.
TOM: Wanda.
(Waits.)
Hey angel, you're outta reception at the lake and I just landed in A-B-Q. Bout to run a bath, have Chinese delivered, settle in with the book. Call me when you can. Love you.
(He looks out the window, rain pelts harder. He speaks into phone.)
Ruth.
Hey sis.
Just now walked in.
Sunrise. I'll call.
K.
Hatch peppers?
Will do. Love you.
Bye bye.
(Sets down phone, stands, unbuttons shirt, lays it on bed, unbuckles belt, rolls it up, sets on desk, enters bathroom.)
SQUEAK OF FAUCET TWIST BEFORE BATHWATER FLOWING. \
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