INT. MOTEL ROOM - SUNSET
Basic room. Yucca-related print on the 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 LOCK CLICK before Tom enters, puts hat on rack, suitcase on bed, room key on desk. He opens curtains to second-floor view to this truck and other vehicles in the wet and puddled 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 are under and obscured by monsoon clouds. Light rain taps the window.
Tom gets phone from shirt pocket, speaks into it.
TOM: Wanda.
Hey sweetheart, bet you're at the lake so outta reception. Just now in my room, just missed the monsoon, bout to run a bath, have Chinese delivered, read my book, maybe finish with a movie or ballgame. Call me when ya get this. Miss ya already.
(Phone in hand, he watches a roadrunner enter frame and stop on the rail directly across from Tom, seem to stare back before continuing out of view. He speaks into phone.)
Ruth.
Hey sis, betcher on your way to bingo. Eagle has landed and will call when I'm leavin' at sunrise. Love ya. See ya soon.
(He sets phone on desk, removes boots, sets them near hat rack, unbuckles and removes belt, lays it on suitcase, enters bathroom.)
SOUND OF BATH STARTED.
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