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EXT. ROADSIDE CAFE - DAY

Jan, John and Barbara at table with their coffees in shaded outdoor seating area of rustic cafe on a quiet road surrounded by oak trees and rolling hills. The Cayenne and four other vehicles in the dirt lot. MURMUR OF ACTIVITY from inside the cafe. 

JOHN: Did Brian get his new driver?

BARBARA: Yesterday. Unless plans changed he's at the range right now.

JAN: Are you playing in Cabo?

BARBARA: Booked del Sol yesterday.

JAN/JOHN: Jealous.

She gets phone from bag when it RINGTONES TYPEWRITER CLATTER. She picks up on DING OF MARGIN BELL

BARBARA: Hey there.

They're right here.  What's up?

(Barbara's face expresses the surprise in what she's hearing.)

What's the plan

Well, Hunter. I'm going to defer to you. I trust your instinct. 

I wish I could see her face when you tell her.

Is he a cowboy?

(John and Jan look at each other.)

I - we - will be awaiting her report with bated breath.

Okay. Oh, Hunter. A picture or two?

Alright.

Love you too.

(She sets down phone, looks at John and Jan, anxious for the nes.)

JAN/JOHN: Cue drumroll.

Long pause. 

BARBARA: Tom Walker is at Hunter's house. He's spending the night.

SOUND CUE as they consider this development.

JOHN: A middle name would be good.

BARBARA: Roger that.

They sit in silence with their respective consideration of this development. Jan reaches for John's hand, he holds it, they look at each other. Barbara looks off to the side.

BARBARA (CONT.) Wow.

JAN/JOHN: Roger that.

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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.