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EXT. HUNTER'S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER 

Handsome home in Southwest motif, like the others that line the wide street, each with a green bin and brown bin near where driveways meet curbs. The open garage door features a newish Range Rover. Tom's truck comes into view, approaching slowly. 

INT.  TOM'S TRUCK 

As Tom approaches, he takes in the houses he passes. He arrives at Hunter's, bins near the mailbox near the driveway. 

GPS VOICE: You have arrived at your destination.

Tom stops, idles, stares at Hunter's house, finally gets phone from console, raises it in camera mode to take a picture of the house a second before Hunter enters garage from door to house with recycle bag. He takes a few steps toward the driveway, looks up, sees the truck. Tom takes the picture, accelerates away.   

WITH CARSON as he walks the bag to the bin, keeping his eyes on the truck. He watches it turn onto the next street, obscured by a house near that corner. He arrives at the bins, puts bag in the green one, waits a few moments for the truck to reappear but it does not. He walks to the garage, eyes up the road for the truck, stops at garage, waits, continues into garage and house through the door.

INT. TOM'S TRUCK 

Tom idles in front of the house he is hiding behind, hands on the wheel, staring dead-ahead. Finally, he makes the U-turn.

EXT. TOM'S TRUCK 

He makes the left turn toward Hunter's, leaves view when obscured by the hiding-behind house.

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INT. KITCHEN/DINING AREA - DAY

High end appliances, cabinetry, countertops, porcelain tile. Door from kitchen to patio and shaded grill and table, xeriscaped yard bordered by low stone wall. Land, neighbors and mountains beyond. Window to same in dining room and over kitchen sink. 

Calendar on refrigerator turned to July features an accompanying image a 35-year-old man and 10-year-old boy playing catch with a baseball in a backyard. A 35-year-old woman on a chaise under umbrella on patio observes over her laptop. Bananas and peaches in a wooden bowl on the center island, with keys and a stack of mail.

Oak dining room table with candle in the middle seats eight under minimalist chandelier, handsome hutch. 

SQUEAK OF SHOES before Hunter enters, pockets keys, gets half-empty plastic bottled water from fridge, finishes it in three gulps, puts it in plastic bag of recyclables in bin in broom closet, ties off bag is about to exit where he entered but stops when his PHONE RINGTONES the late Chicago Cubs broadcaster Harry Caray in his signature "Cubs Win” style. He gets phone from pants pocket.

HUNTER: About out the door to pick up Chloe.

You know I fucking hate L-A. but I get and expected it. And it’s probably poor form to complain about meeting people who want to give me that much money. 

Sure. Downtown. The Biltmore. 

Also, Bev, and we can talk about it this tonight, I’m going to write it or it's not going to happen.  

K. What’s too late?

Eleven?

Talk to ya then. 

Horseback riding tomorrow, a day in Taos, then a motorcycle tour.

I’m renting a Harley.

Flagstaff loop to include a ride through Tucson to check the campus.

Til then.

Oh, Bev. I also want complete control over casting Dave.

Yes, I'm kidding. Talk to you later.

(Pockets phone, gets bag, exits where he entered.)  

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red marks the fire department. 

INT. TOM'S TRUCK - DAY

Per the portable GPS in the console, Tom, sporting aviator sunglasses, ia driving south on Soledad Canyon Road on the western end of the Talavera neighborhood at the eastern edge of Las Cruces, New Mexico, where high desert meets the Organ Mountains, up close out the driver's window. Tom is nearing the Talavera Fire Department station on the right, where the road bends left or continues straight as a dirt road. 

GPS VOICE: In one hundred yards stay left on Soledad Canyon Road.

Tom makes that turn and continues dead=ahead toward the mountains.