EXT. MANUFACTURED HOME - SUNRISE
The driveway/carport and front stoop/porch of one of similar manufactured homes that line both sides of a lane that leads in both directions to bisect a similar lane. United States flags fly from two homes, Wyoming plates on every vehicle.
In this particular driveway/carport a 1985 GMC Sierra 1500 4WD pickup truck is aimed at the lane, in front of 2000ish Subaru Outback. The truck is in good condition for its age, feature running lights, running boards, grill guard and trailer hitch. We can see through the screen door the hint of lamplight.
WESTERN MEADKOWLARK SONG before Tom opens the screen door, for Wanda to come out. She's in slippers, robe over pajamas, both hands around a thermos. Tom is a cowboy from boots to new Wranglers held up by belt cinched by a silver buckle featuring two linked turquoise horseshoes. Western-style dress shirt with pearl snap-buttons. Straw Stetson. Suitcase in one hand, keys in another. They walk to the steps and the truck.
TOM: Whadda you and Daisy got planned?
WANDA: Brunch at Creekside, walk along the river, movie at the library, sunset at Mirror Lake.
TOM: What's playin' at the library.
WANDA: Cheyenne Autumn.
TOM: Sixty-four.
WANDA: Very good.
TOM: Me and dad saw it at the Bantex theatre in town. Burned down in sixty-nine. When did they start playin' Hollywood movies at the library?
They have a summer Saturday matinee series.
TOM: You must have told me that.
WANDA: Nope. Only found out about it yesterday when I checked the website.
TOM: Let's do that when I'm back.
They arrive at the truck.
WANDA: You gotta date, cowboy.
Another kiss. Tom opens door, puts suitcase on passenger seat, hat atop it, key in ignition, takes thermos from Wanda, places in console, turns to Wanda, they embrace.
TOM: How many more days?
WANDA: Ninety-two. You really are thinking about taking a surfing lesson, aren't you?
TOM: Done thinkin' about it. Doin' it.
Another kiss. Tom gets in behind wheel, starts engine, rolls down driver's window. Wanda pushes door shut, steps up onto running board, face in window.
TOM (CONT.): Ready?
She nods. Tom drives forward to the lane.
TOM/WANDA: I love you.
A kiss. Wanda steps down from running board.
WANDA: Do me a favor before you go.
TOM: Anything in my power.
WANDA: Buckle your seatbelt, sweetheart.
Tom buckles up.
TOM: You're still a distraction.
WANDA: Aaah.
She steps for another kiss, then back down.
TOM: See ya in an hour, angel.
WANDA: You're on the clock.
Tom winks, turns right onto lane, drives away.
INT TRUCK.
Tom's eyes on WAND IN THE REARVIEW MIRROR or as he nears where the lane ends.
WITH WANDA as she watches truck stop, Tom make turn, blow kiss out window, drive out of view. She waits until the TRUCK ENGINE SOUND FADES AWAY, crosses arms over chest, walks to the stoop/porch, waters the potted plants that populate it, enters house, closes door.
A STRONG BREEZE RATTLES TREE LEAVES, RINGS THE WIND CHIMES.
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