1. about the truck, heere’s jackie.
2. kate and cedric foglost. re hunter drinking, chloe’s visit, john ringtone, tom walker from texas.
3 jan and john, laramie street view. cheyenne epa lit.
4. rover, last time on a horse.
5. wanda and daisy. re chloe and family. ruth’s ancestry tree.
6. ruth and gil.
7. sess and claire.
OAK MOTTE UNDER GREY SKY.
We’ve seen the view the oaks and land through the Great Room window.
This view from Fort Park is to the hills of The Hill Country. Hunter and Gil in ATV, each with a bottled water. Parked near what seems the beginning of a trail leading down.
Ricardo and Roberto shooting arrows at bullseye, ATV nearby.
Lean-to, fire pit, horseshoe area, rudimentary tree house, tire swing.
HUNTER: Is that a trail.
GIL: To the creek.
HUNTER: Water?
GIL: A little. Enough to reach the river after this storm.
HUNTER: What river.
GIL: North prong of the Medina. (He lists the river’s path to the Gulf.)
HUNTER (BEAT): Gulf of what?
Gil smiles. DISTANT THUNDER.
GIL: Here it comes.
HUNTER: How long have you been here?
Gil tells the story re fatber and uncle using G.I. bills to start construction company near San Antonio, the purchase of the land, the building of the house, purchase of adjacent parcel, that they’re on.
1. About the truck, Jackie arrives, selfie sticks.
2. Kate and Cedric, John’s call re Tom Walker from Texas. Cedric re Bandera.
3. Wanda and Daisy, re Chloe, San Augustin Pass selfie.
4. Barbara and Brian, San Augustin Pass, forward to John/Jan.
5. John and Jan, the pic, cowboy boots story.
6. Rover. Last time on a horse. Cheyenne Days VFW.
7. Ruth places San Augustin Pass photo, framed, with Hunter’s books.
8. Sess, Claire, Rover arrive. To the horses.
I'm a little bogged down in allegiance to old form tin need of change.
re the last of rubik's cubing and a passive-ish approach to letting form (from Jackie arrive at Hunter's) find itself, as i find myself forcing a bit, holding on to previous iterations that no longer fit.
for the record this blog is.
EXT, MOUNTAIN MEADOW - DAY
Hunter and Tom, side by side on horseback, behind Jackie and Chloe, behind Sess and Claire.
HUNTER: Do you mind a few questions to introduce further discussion later about your time in Vietnam?
TOM: Like I said, Hunter, you can ask me anything anytime.
HUNTER: Enlist or drafted?
TOM: I was drafted.
HUNTER: Branch?
TOM: Army was the plan but the Marine Corps had a different one for me when I got to the recruiting depot. Two tours.
HUNTER: Did you fight?
TOM: Yessir. Bumped to lance corporal not long after bein' there.
HUNTER: You didn't tell my mother.
TOM: Never came up.
HUNTER: Do you have a uniform?
TOM: Got a couple in the closet.
HUNTER: Your dad?
TOM: Army, Dubya two, Europe.
HUNTER: My grandfather was Navy in the Solomon Islands.
TOM: Alright.
HUNTER: U-S-S Helena. Have you ever heard of the battle of Kula Gulf?
TOM: Yessir. He was there?
HUNTER: Yes.
TOM: Did he come home?
HUNTER: Yes.
TOM: Ever talk about it?
HUNTER: Not much. A little, once, when I asked him why he never went in the ocean past knee-high when we'd go to the beach.
TOM: Hard to not come home a little rearranged. But somethin' to be said for comin' home.
CUH-LIP CUH LOP.
[WITH JACKIE AND CHLOE.]
EXT. PINE FOREST - DAY
Tom, Chloe and Hunter walk amongst the trees some distance from Sess, Claire and Jack prepping meal at picnic table. Horses hitched to rudimentary post.
SONG OF MOUNTAIN CHICKADEE.
TOM: Either y'all happen to know why they're called Ponderosa pines?
CHLOE: Pinus ponderosa. Ponderous, or heavy, basically. But I have a feeling you know that.
TOM: Well it rings a bell but my memory ain't what it used to be. You speak any other languages besides English and Latin.
CHLOE: I'm going into fourth year Spanish and I do not speak Latin other than the few phrases I remember.
TOM: You must remember a few more than a few in Spanish with that much under your belt.
CHLOE: A little. How about you?
TOM (IN SPANISH): Enough to get in trouble.
CHLOE (IN SPANISH): Has speaking Spanish ever got you in trouble?
TOM: (SPANISH) It has, and then got me out of it.
CHLOE (SPANISH): When do we get to hear that story, if it's one you can share?
TOM (SPANISH): I can. Maybe on the way home?
Chloe nods.
HUNTER (SPANISH): Translacion, por favor.
CHLOE: Traducción. Tom speaks enough Spanish to get in and then out of trouble and has a story about it he's going to share on the way home.
HUNTER: Bueno.
TOM: How about you, Hunter.
HUNTER: High school French my first two years.
TOM: Any particular reason?
HUNTER: Yes. Charlotte Charbonneau.
TOM: A story you'd be willing to share?
We see Jackie raise and RING A TRIANGLE DINNER BELL.
HUNTER: Saved by the bell.
Chloe inquires re Tom's buckle, re rodeo buckles in a shoebox at Ruth’s.
PICNIC TABLE
Jackie, Sess, Claire re Tom's relationship to Hunter.
INT. HORSE BARN - DAY
Kids racking saddles in the tack area and the others overseeing the feeding of hay to the horses in their stalls. Grooming and hay storage areas, mechanical bull in a corner. Hunter, Tom, Chloe, Jackie, Sess and Claire tightly circled in conversation, framed by the doorway view to corral and woods.
SESS: Straight home?
JACKIE: No. Tamales in Tulie and the sands for sunset.
SESS: Take and send a picture.
JACKIE: Will do. Speaking of which, I'm going to post in my blog about today so I'm officially soliciting photographs for inclusion. Send to Jackie for forwarding.
CLAIRE: Speaking of which sort of, Hunter, I wonder if you would be in a selfie take and send to myb dad, whose a huge fan of yours.
HUNTER: Really?
CLAIRE: He would absolutely flip, but I understand if you'd rather not.
HUNTER: Claire, I'm touched. Absolutely of course we can do that.
He moves close to Claire, Claire gets her phone, Sess gets hers and aims the camera at Claire taking the selfie with Hunter, both smiling.
CLAIRE: Thank you so much.
HUNTER: I'm very happy to, and thank you, and you, Sess for a wonderful and unforgettable - for me, anyway - day.
He hugs Sess and Claire.
CLAIRE: I wish I could see his face when he sees it.
SESS: Oh boy. I can see his jaw drop.
A pause.
JACKIE: Well, down the hill.
SESS: See you at the airport?
JACKIE: Yep.
SESS: Coffee for the road?
Jackie looks to Hunter.
HUNTER: Yes. Any chance of making it iced?
SESS: That I can do.
JACKIE: Make that two.
SESS: Order coming up.
Sess leads to the door, two steps before:
CHLOE: Sess and Claire, might there be a rope around that tie-down rider could turn into a lasso.
Hunter looks at Tom, who looks at him. Claire walks to the tack area.
SESS: Yes, we do. Might there be a tie-down rider who could do that?
Chloe's eyes lead all others to Tom.
CHLOE: Tom, might there be?
Claire gets the coiled rope from its hook, walks to Tom.
TOM: Well. Been awhile but I reckon it might come back if I could run handle that rope for a minute while my hands try to remember.
Claire hands Tom the rope.
TOM (CONT.) Thank you, Claire.
CLAIRE: Thank you, Tom.
Tom takes rope in hands, all others get their phones, aim cameras at Tom working the rope as if for feel. The kids notice, stop what they're doing, approach the action, aim their phone cameras.
TOM: So, I have a feelin' a few of y'all already know that the knot I'm gonna use to make my rope, also referred to, like Chloe said, as a lasso or lariat, is what's called a honda knot, which at least a couple of ya already know. If ya know why it's called that let me know 'cause i never heard a reason that ever convinced me. I do know that lasso, by the way, and which ya also already know, can be a verb. To lasso, to state the obvious. So I'm just gonna do this without sayin' how I'm doin' it, then y'all can look at it slow-motion later and see the step-by-step.
Tom suddenly and quickly fashions a lariat.
TOM (CONT.) And there's your loop.
CHORUS OF APPROVAL from the group. Tom widens the loop enough to lay on Chloe's shoulders.
CHLOE: Thank you very much, Tom.
TOM: My pleasure, Chloe.
CHLOE: Here's where I ask too much.
She lifts lasso off shoulders, hands to Tom, points to the mechanical bull, pulling all eyes to it, and phone cameras when Tom, after winking at Chloe, walks the lariat toward the bull. He widens the lariat, raises it up above his head, swings it like a cowboy. The group follows him to within a dozenish feet of the bull, Tom swings the loop, lets it fly, lassos the bull by the horns.
LOUD CHORUS OF APPROVAL AND APPLAUSE as Tom walk to the bulL gets the lariat, walks it to Claire, who points to Chloe. Tom places the lasso on her shoulders, winks. Chloe winks. Hunter and Jackie exchange pleased expressions.
[CUT TO CLAIRE'S DAD reading Foglost gets Claire/Hunter selfie.]
1. Sess and Claire, Rover arrive, intros, re Tom rodeo, to the horses.
2. Riders fanned out through pines.
3. Riders single file uphill around bend, Sierra Blanca view, pause for pic.
4. Mountain Meadow. Tom and Hunter, Chloe and Jackie, Sess and Claire.
5. Pinus Ponderosa, Latin, Spanish, Hunter's H.S. French re Charlotte Charbonneau, about Tom's buckle, Ruth's family tree-keeping, Chloe re Kate's.
6. Jackie, Sess, Claire picnic/table as H, Ch, T approach.
7. Horse barn Honda Knot.
Park City, not Wilson WY.
On deck, Cedric reading Foglost, Kate typing at laptop. Table between them.
CEDRIC: Do we know whether Hunter drinks or drank?
Kate looks up, smiling.
KATE: Cedric. Your first do we know.
He winks.
CEDRIC: Like crossing a threshold.
KATE: Yes, actually.
They squeeze hands.
CEDRIC: And another when I use it on John and Jan.
KATE: That will be greatly appreciated. We do know that Hunter did drink, a significant factor in the divorce. We know that he no longer does, other than an occasional glass of wine or beer, per Barb at Thanksgiving. He looked great at John’s birthday. I think he has a home gym. And I’m just now remembering Chloe is there for the rest of her summer. I think she gets there today.
CEDRIC: Will I meet him?
KATE: Well, at her graduation, if not her birthday. Why the question about the drinking unless it gives away too much.
CEDRIC: No, since you already Duane is an alcoholic.
KATE: Right.
CEDRIC: It’s the nuance, I guess. Certainly familiarity with the dynamics of a spiral. Anyway.
KATE: Apparently it’s going to be a movie.
CEDRIC: Really?
KATE: That’s the rumor until some solidifying of details is taken care of. Stay tuned.
CEDRIC: I will.
JOHN’S THWACK “Fooooore” RINGTONE. Cedric smiles, Kate picks up.
EXT. AIRSTREAM TRADE WIND TRAVEL TRAILER IN CLEARING IN WOODS - DAY
SESS and CLAIRE, 50ish cowgirls from boots to hats, belt buckles and bandanas in-between, sit on a log bench outside the door, facing forest and the dirt driveway that emerges from it to end at adjacent carport.
Older Ford F-450 pickup with New Mexico plates shares the port with a Jeep CJ-7 with Oklahoma plates and old Husqvarna motorcycle.
Six-horse trailer with New Mexico plates stationed near a barn, corral and hitching post behind the Airstream, eight tents farther back among ponderosa pines.
EIGHT TEENAGERS OF MIXED GENDER tend to SIX SADDLED HORSES tied to the hitching post.
CLAIRE: How'd they meet
SESS: Sat next to each other on a flight from Denver to A-B-Q.
CLAIRE: What does Hunter do?
SESS: He's a writer.
CLAIRE: Of?
SESS: Fiction.
CLAIRE: A title I might recognize?
SESS: Foglost is his latest.
Claire, shocked, turns to Sess two beat before we HEAR THE ROVER'S ENGINE, moments before it comes into view out of the woods. They stand and watch Hunter drive to the carport as Jackie waves out the window. They wave back, walk to the Rover as Hunter, Chloe, Tom and Jackie walk to them.
CLAIRE: My dad's gonna shit when I tell him.
SESS: Send him a selfie.
CLAIRE: Do you think he'd be cool with it?
SESS: I asked. Jack says yes.
CLAIRE: Who's the cowboy to Hunter?
SESS: Surprise visitor's all I know.
Sess and Jackie open their arms to each other.
SESS/JACKIE: Cuz!
They embrace.
SESS: You made it.
JACKIE: Small fire delay at Sherwood.
SESS: Heard it on the radio.
CLAIRE: And saw it on the way in.
JACKIE: What a wonderful surprise.
They speak into each other's ear.
CLAIRE: Your friend is gonna be a helluva surprise to my dad.
JACKIE: How's he doing?
CLAIRE: Better. More later.
JACKIE: K.
CLAIRE: You're glowing.
JACKIE: It's the mountain light.
CLAIRE: Right.
Theyh break embrace.
JACKIE/SESS: So.
Sess nods to Jackie.
JACKIE (CONT.) Intro ductions. Cecilia, Claire, it is my pleasure to introduce you to Hunter, Chloe and Tom. Tom, Chloe and Hunter, meet Claire and my cousin Cecilia.
Exchange of variations of hellos and good to meet yous.
SESS: And it's Sess henceforth. So, Jacqueline told you what we have here with the horses and kids.
Hunter, Chloe and Tom nod.
TOM: It's a wonderful thing y'all are doin'.
SESS: Early into it and learning on the run but so far so good. So Tom, I'm gonna take a wild guess that this is not your first rodeo.
TOM: I been to a couple.
SESS: I'd bet maybe more like a few.
TOM: Probly a little closer to accurate.
CHLOE: Tom's a retired cattle ranch foreman.
SESS: More like a few I reckon.
TOM: Yes ma'am.
SESS: How 'bout we meet the ponies and youngsters and saddle up?
JACKIE: Let's.
Jackie, Sess and Claire lead Hunter, Tom and Chloe.
CHLOE: Did you ever do any real rodeo, Tom?
TOM: Little bit, when I was a kid. Whatcha might call junior rodeo.
CHLOE: Like baseball little league?
TOM: Somethin' like that.
CHLOE: What event or events did you do?
TOM: Well, started out barrel racin', if ya know what that is.
CHLOE: I do. Seems like the barrels never win.
All smile.
TOM: Well more'n a couple few got me along the way before I moved into tie-down ropin'.
CHLOE: That's the one the calves love so much.
TOM: I reckon it ain't their favorite thing.
CHLOE: No, I reckon that would be being branded.
All smile bigger.
TOM: My experience suggests otherwise.
CHLOE: Maybe it was for their own good?
TOM: Well, that's when we'd give 'em their vaccinations.
CHLOE: Maybe someday you can tell me more about cowboying.
TOM: Be happy to and try to not bore ya too much.
CHLOE: I don't see that happening, Tom.
HUNTER: I want in on this campfire.
JACKIE: Maybe a story on the way home?
TOM: Sure.
SESS: And at lunch?
TOM: If you'll gimme a category somethin' might come to mind.
CHLOE: The best and worst of it.
TOM: I'll give it some thought.
CHLOE: One more thing.
TOM: Yes ma'am.
CHLOE: For now anyway.
TOM: Alright.
CHLOE: Sess, might be there be a rope around that Tom could use to show me how to tie a honda knot?
SESS: I know right where it's coiled and waiting.
CHLOE: Tom?
TOM: Well, it's been awhile but I think it might come back to me.
CHLOE: Yay.
As they near the horses and teens, the palomino in the group swishes its tail and seems to fix its gaze on Tom. Sess and Claire shoot each other a look.
SESS: Tom, you'll be on Butter, he's the palomino.
TOM: Yes ma'am.
Butter keeps its gaze on Tom looking back at him and swishes his tail.
EXT. SOUTHWEST-STYLE COURTYARD - DAY
Adobe, Talavera tiles, fountain in a small square suggesting professional offices. DOC, mid-60s - moccasin-style slippers, new jeans, dress shirt, bolo tie, long silver hair in a tail - sits on a bench facing the fountain, writing notes on a yellow legal pad. When his PHONE DINGS he gets it from pocket, stares at a selfie both Hunter and Tom have taken where they stand with a carved wooden bear between them. He finally pockets phone, leaves courtyard.
INT. ROVER - DAY
Northbound on Highway 70 nearing White Sands National Park.
TOM: When's the last time you were on a horse?
CHLOE: A couple years in Costa Rica.
TOM: Vacation?
Chloe nods.
CHLOE: Spring break. We did a sunset ride on the beach.
TOM: We bein' who.
CHLOE: My mom and grandparents. How 'bout you?
TOM: Last time on a horse?
Chloe nods.
TOM (CONT.) A year ago at an annual event called Cheyenne Frontier Days. Rode in the parade.
HUNTER: With a group?
TOM: Yessir. V-F-dubya.
CHLOE: Were you in a foreign war?
TOM: Vietnam.
Pause.
CHLOE: Is that something you'd be willing to talk about sometime?
TOM: We can do that.
HUNTER: What branch, Tom?
TOM: U-S-M-C.
HUNTER: Drafted?
TOM: Yessir. Plan was army but I was told otherwise when I got to the induction center.
Dunes of White Sands National Park appear in the driver's side windows.
TOM (CONT.): I'm gonna take an educated guess that we're in the neighborhood of White Sands National Park.
CHLOE: Good guess. Have you ever been?
TOM: I have not. I bet you have.
Chloe nods.
HUNTER: I thought we might shoot for stopping in for the sunset on the way home.
JACKIE: Yay.
HUNTER: You up for that, Tom?
TOM: Sure am. Maybe get a nice picture to send Wanda and Ruthie.
CHLOE: I brought a pretty good camera.
TOM: Probly better than my phone's.
CHLOE: Probably.
TOM: Thanks.
CHLOE: Sure.
She uses her phone to take a picture of Tom looking out the window at the dunes.
EXT. WINERY/VINEYARDS - DAY
Rural rustic amid rolling hills. Half-empty parking lot.
PATRONS seated at outside tables under shade include John and Jan, staring at the San Augustin Pass photo that fills laptop screen. Glasses of white wine and bottle on table.
JAN: Now what?
JOHN: We forward Cedric's email to Barb, she forwards to Hunter, Hunter asks him if he's ever met a marine captain named Cedric Turner in Vietnam.
They swirl and sip simultaneously.
INT. READING ROOM - DAY
Loaded bookshelf, chair with lampstand in corner near window to Texas Redbud tree in fenced yard. Phone and Foglost page-marked on the lampstand, framed oil-on-canvas painting of field of bluebonnets among oaks. Braided oval rug on hardwood. FLOOR CREAK before Ruth enters with framed San Augustin pass photo, sets it on shelf next to the Hunter, Tom and Chloe lemonade photo, near Hunter's books, smiles at it, sits at chair, opens Foglost to near the end, reads, turns page.
INT. CAFE- DOWNTOWN LARAMIE - DAY
Business busy, MURMUR OF PATRONS, FAINT COWBOY INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC, gingham table clothes, framed local landscape paintings
HOSTESS, PHOEBE by her name tag, 25, menus in hand, walks Wanda and Daisy into frame and table at window to PEDESTRIANS on sidewalk, parked cars with Wyoming plates, and the shops across the street.
Wanda and Daisy, set purses on table, take their seats.
HOSTESS: Your waiter will be here in a moment.
DAISY/WANDA: Thank you.
Hostess leaves.
WANDA: Wanna see a selfie?
Daisy nods vigorously, they scoot closer together, Wanda gets phone from purse, shows Daisy the lemonade selfie Chloe took with Hunter and Tom. They stare at it.
DAISY: So tell me everything you know about her.
WANDA: She's seventeen, lives in San Luis Obispo with her mother Barbara, is about to start her senior year, scholar and surfer. Barbara's parents John and Jan are retired attorneys in Paso Robles. Last night she made a vegetarian casserole that Tom is going to get the recipe for. Today they're going on a horseback ride with Hunter's girlfriend Jackie, a history professor at New Mexico State University there in Las Cruces.
WANDA'S PHONE CHIRPS. She picks up, stares at selfie Chloe has taken with Hunter, Tom, and Jackie bunched together at San Augustin Pass parking area.
DAISY: We were there.
WANDA: Where is there?
DAISY: San Augustin Pass on highway seventy between Las Cruces and Alamogordo, between the Organ Mountains and the San Andres Mountains. If I recall correctly.
WANDA: What were you doing there?
DAISY: On the way to White Sands with friends we had in El Paso. That's what's called the Tularosa Basin in the background. She's radiant.
WANDA: She is.
DAISY: And look at Tom's smile.
WANDA: I am.
WAITER, GREG by name tag, 21, arrives.
WAITER: Good morning, ladies.
DAISY/WANDA: Good morning.
WAITER: I am Greg, per the nametag. Have you had a chance to look at the menu?
WANDA: We know what we want, Greg.
WAITER: Alrighty then.
WANDA: I'll have the French toast and coffee.
WAITER (WRITING ON PAD): French and coffee.
He looks to Daisy.
DAISY: I'LL the eggs over easy and hash browns, crispy, and a coffee.
WAITER (WRITING): Over and crisp hash, coffee. Ice water with coffee?
DAISY/WANDA: Yes.
WANDA: And I'll add an orange juice.
DAISY: Second that.
WAITER: O-J times two.
WANDA/DAISY: Thank you.
WAITER: My pleasure. So who knows H-C Hardyn?
Wanda and Daisy look at each other, at waiter.
WAITER: The man in the photo who isn't the cowboy is a best-selling author, in case you didn't know and unless that's H-C Hardyn's doppelganger. Hardyn with a Y. And yes, I am being absolutely none-of-my-business nosey.
WANDA: How do you know him?
WAITER: I'm an English major at the U. I wrote a paper on Isleton last semester. I'm re-reading Yubaville before I start his latest novel Foglost. How do you know him?
WANDA: I don't. My husband, the cowboy, just met him.
WAITER: Cool. Sorry if I was intrusive, which of course I was.
WANDA: Not at all.
WAITER: B-R-B with your water, coffee and O-J.
He leaves. Wanda and Daisy look at each other, then back at the photo.
DAISY: Small world.
WANDA: Getting smaller.
EXT. MOUNTAIN CABIN IN WOODS - DAY
EDIT 6/614 Cedric does NOT know “Travis,” he knows a “Tom Walker from Bandera Texas.”
RUTH: How.
Etc
CHANGES JOHN/JAN WINERY
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Deck aimed at meadow, footpath through which into Lodgepole Pine forest. Grill, table and chairs, fire pit, telescope, bench swing. Sliding glass door to master bedroom behind KATE and CEDRIC, fit 70-somethings, in chairs with small table between them. Their phones, pitcher of water and their half-empty glasses on table. Both in jeans, running shoes, unbuttoned flannel of t-shirts. Kate's attention is aimed at her laptop, Cedric turns a page halfway through Foglost.
INTERMITTENT WARBLER SONG throughout.
CEDRIC: Do we know if Hunter drinks or drank.
Kate looks up, smiles at him, squeezes his hand.
KATE: Your first do we know.
He winks.
CEDRIC: I was waiting until we were married.
They kiss.
KATE: Why do you ask?
CEDRIC: A character in the book.
KATE: We know that he did, we are pretty certain he no longer does. He looked great at John's birthday. Clear eyes, working out.
CEDRIC: When will I meet him?
KATE: Chloe's graduation for sure. Which reminds me that she's at Hunter's for the rest of her summer. I think she arrived yesterday. Hunter's renting a motorcycle for a tour, the route of which I don't remember but I think Flagstaff is a stop.
Her PHONE RINGTONES THWACK OF CLUB ON GOLF BALL AND MAN YELLING FORE!
She picks up.
KATE: Hey.
He's right here in the middle of Foglost.
(Her face expresses surprise.)
Wow. I'm speechless, John.
Do we know his middle name?
Well send the picture.
Okay. Call me when you hear more.
Love you too.
(She sets phone.)
CEDRIC: Kate? What's wrong?
KATE: I don't know if anything is wrong. Yesterday I told you that Hunter's short story Honda Knot might get made into a movie.
CEDRIC: Yes. And you telling me that day in Dallas that the character Cade Satterwhite is based on what Hunter knows about his father, Tom Walker from Texas.
KATE: Good memory.
CEDRIC: Hard to forget.
KATE: It's Thomas Travis Walker from Bandera, Texas. He arrived at Hunter's yesterday. He and Hunter and Chloe are riding horses with Hunter's new girlfriend today.
CEDRIC (BEAT): Kate. I knew a man named Thomas Travis Walker from Bandera, Texas.
KATE (BEAT): How? When? Where?
CEDRIC: Vietnam.
Kate picks up when her PHONE BUZZES. She stares at and shows Cedric the lemonade selfie Chloe took with Hunter and Tom.
CEDRIC: Been awhile but I see the resemblance.
KATE: Would he know your name?
Cedric nods.
CEDRIC: If it's him. And unless he's forgotten saving my life.
They look at each other.
KATE: A story you'd be willing to share?
He nods.
CEDRIC: Let's take a walk.
She pockets phone, takes his hand. They walk to and enter bedroom, leave view.
Act 2
EXT. HUNTER'S DRIVEWAY - DAY
Tom's truck parked in driveway. GROAN OF GARAGE DOOR OPENING to reveal Hunter getting in behind wheel to back the Rover to the street, does so as Tom and Chloe loom at the Honda Gold Wing motorcycle.
TOM: Got a helmet?
CHLOE: Picking one tomorrow.
Chloe leads to the truck.
CHLOE (CONT.) Cool truck.
TOM: Like it?
CHLOE: Love the two-tone.
TOM: Ain't original paint but the same colors as when my dad bought it. This was his last truck.
Hunter parks, approaches.
CHLOE: Really?
TOM: Yes ma'am.
CHLOE: Can I see inside?
TOM: Course ya can. Need to get my sunglasses anyway.
Tom uses key to open door, gets aviator sunglasses from sleeve on driver's sun visor, steps back for Chloe to look as Hunter arrives.
HUNTER: Eighty-six.
TOM: Good. Eighty-seven.
CHLOE: This was Tom's dad's.
HUNTER: Really?
TOM: Yessir.
HUNTER: Nice dash.
TOM: Ain't original a course, like I was tellin' Chloe.
HUNTER: It's immaculate.
TOMz: I try to take care of it.
HUNTER: Can I hear the engine?
TOM: Sure.
He hands keys to Chloe.
CHLOE: Really?
TOM: It's the middle key.
Chloe starts the engine.
HUNTER: What is that?
TOM: Remanufactured Chevy five-seven vee-eight.
Chloe notices the early-90s Alfa Romeo Spider, top down, approaching from the direction Tom had arrived.
CHLOE: Along comes a convertible.
Hunter and Tom turn to see.
HUNTER: Heeere's Jackie.
Chloe turns of engine, gets out, hands keys to Tom as Hunter walks to street to guide JACKIE, 50ish, into the driveway as an aircraft marshaller guides a passenger jet to gate. Tom pockets keys, closes truck door, watches with Chloe as Jackie arrives and pull into driveway.
TOM: Sporty ride.
CHLOE: The Graduate.
TOM: How do you know that?
CHLOE: Extra credit U-S culture in cinema class last year.
Jackie, 50ish, hair in a tail under SKI APACHE ballcap, parks in garage, gets out meets Hunter's quick kiss, gets backpack from passenger seat, takes Hunter's hand.
JACKIE: And I was nervous about meeting Chloe.
HUNTER: Well she's nervous about meeting you. Ready?Z
JACKIE: No.
HUNTER: Great. Let's go.
They walk to Tom and Chloe walking to them.
HUNTER: So. Jackie, it's my pleasure to introduce you to Chloe and mister Tom Walker.
Jackie extends hand to Chloe.
JACKIE: Chloe, it's great to finally meet you.
CHLOE: Mutual, Jackie.
They shake. Jackie extends hand to Tom.
JACKIE: Mister Walker, I'm happy you're able to join us today.
TOM: Pleasure's mine and thank you - thank y'all - for havin' me along.
JACKIE: We have another surprise visitor late edition in my cousin's partner, who'll be arriving right about when we do.
HUNTER: The more the merrier, right?
JACKIE: In this case absolutely.
HUNTER: Ready?
JACKIE: Let's go.
Hunter uses remote to CLOSE GARAGE DOOR, leads to the Rover, opens front passenger door for Jackie, Tom and Chloe use their respective doors to get in back, Hunter gets in behind wheel, all buckle up, Hunter starts engine, drives away out of view in the direction Tom had driven to hide behind neighbor's house.
