INT. HUNTER'S GREETING AREA - MINUTES LATER
Glass block windows on each side of the door with a peep-hole. Hat rack in corner. Porcelain tile.
One enters through door to face mirror on "back wall," above piano. Tribal masks on "left" wall, above padded bench. Art TBD on "right" wall above couch.
Hallways where left and right walls near back wall.
Hunter enters from left hall, crosses through to right. DOORBELL a beat after he leaves view. Two beats before he returns and, curious-puzzled, goes to the door, looks into peep-hole. He pulls away, considers what he's seen, looks into peep-hole again.
EXT. HUNTER'S FRONT PORCH/DOOR - MOMENT LATER
Tom waits, hat on, truck at the curb near the bins. He finally turns to leave, stops when Hunter opens the door, peers out over the latch-lock chain. Tom turns to face him.
HUNTER: Can I help you?
TOM: Howdy, sir. My name is Tom Walker.
Hunter surveys Tom as if a map
HUNTER: Should that mean something to me?
TOM: Well, maybe. If your mother’s name was Olivia and was in Reno to see Elvis November twenty-four of 'seventy-six. Dove tattoo on her left shoulder blade. From Grass Valley, California.
Hunter stares as if at a ghost.
HUNTER: How did you find my address?
TOM: Online.
HUNTER: For free?
TOM: No sir.
Hunter looks past him to the truck.
HUNTER: Just happen to be in the neighborhood.
TOM: Well, sorta. On my way to Texas.
HUNTER: From?
TOM: Laramie, Wyomin’, where I live.
HUNTER: I’m about to leave.
TOM: Yessir.
HUNTER: You’ll be back through on your way home?
TOM: Yessir. Reckon in a week or so.
HUNTER: I won’t be here.
TOM: Yessir.
BREEZE RATTLES SEASHELL CHIMES. Hunter unlatches lock, opens door, motions for Tom to enter. Tom removes his hat, enters, leaves view. Hunter stares at the truck, closes door.
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