EXT. RURAL NEIGHBORHOOD - SUNSET
Describe.
John and Jan - running shoes, anklet socks, knee-length shorts, polo shirts, ballcaps betraying school affiliation - stride uphill on sidewalk, each with five-pound dumbbell in each hand. Their focus is on the ground in front of them. Sweat and their labored breathing reflect their brisk pace.
JOHN: I found them.
JAN: Where?
JOHN: Meadowlark Mobile Estates. There's a streetview to the entrance. Travis did the trick.
JAN: Can't get in?
JOHN: Cannot. Patches of snow on the ground. A small park in one direction, gas station farther away in the other, feed and tack store down a-ways across the road. A few blocks west of the river.
JAN: What river?
JOHN: Laramie.
JAN: When did you find this?
JOHN: You were on the phone with Kelly.
JAN: Oh.
JOHN: A couple other links I didn't click on.
Pause.
JAN: Ever been to Laramie?
JOHN: No. Cheyenne my first year at Buford. You.
JAN: Closest was for a wedding in Fort Collins. What brought Buford to Cheyenne.
JOHN: E-P-A, coal and B-L-M arm-wrestling.
JAN: With anyone I know?
JOHN: Hmm. Yes. Gloria Carlton.
JAN: Hmm.
JOHN: G. L. O.
Jan smiles.
JAN: Oh! She married Ken Wagner. We met at O'Donnell for the Children's Hospital tournament.
JOHN: Correct.
JAN: Nineteenth green.
JOHN: Ding ding ding..
JAN: What do we know about Ken and Gloria these days?
JOHN: I want to say I heard they retired in Tucson.
Pause.
JAN: When were you in Cheyenne?
JOHN: First week of February.
JAN: Balmy?
John smiles.
JOHN: A toasty ten-below every morning.
JAN: Where did you stay?
JOHN: The Plains. Now, I think, The Historic Plans.
JAN: Downtime?
JOHN: On our Saturday night a partner named Gary Henderson and I walked across the street and not far down the sidewalk to the Lincoln Theatre and saw Octopussy. I went alone to the Frontier Days Old West Museum the next day before the team met for snowmobiling and dinner at an old-school cafe restaurant called The Albany.
Labored huffing and puffing as they near the uphill driveway to a handsome tree-shaded ranch-style home with a two-door garage. 11261 stenciled on the oak-framed mailbox.
JAN: Did you like Octopussy?
JOHN: As best I recall, maybe not so much.
Pause.
JOHN: Wager on over under?
JAN: It's felt quick.
JOHN: Yep. P-R?
JAN: Go.
She picks up the pace, John keeps up, they swing their arms more vigorously and arrive at the mailbox. They set their dumbbells on a plan on the mailbox post, Jan stops her watch, they mill about in recovery mode, hands on hips then held overhead. Jan finally looks at her watch.
JAN: Wow.
JOHN: Wow what?
JAN: Guess.
JOHN: We're right about under?
JAN: How right?
JOHN: Sub-forty.
JAN: Thirty-eight twenty-two.
JOHN: Wow damn.
JAN: Time flies with something on your mind.
John's PHONE MAKES SPLASH SOUND.
JAN: Splash?
JOHN: New for Barb.
He gets phone from back pocket, stares at the screen.
JOHN: Or someone.
Jan reaches hand to him.
JAN: Gimmee gimmee.
John hands over the phone.
JOHN: Your huckleberry.
He stares at Jan stare at the Chloe group selfie Barb received.
JAN: Quite a smile.
JOHN: His or Chloe's?
JAN: Right? Handsome like Hunter.
She finally hands John his phone, he looks at the picture, pockets phone. They stare at and extend hands to each other, extend hands to each other at same moment, walk the path along the driveway to the house.
JOHN/JAN: You know, sweetheart.
They smile.
JAN/JOHN: You first.
Bigger smiles. John holds out a fist, Jan does does the same. They stop to play rock, papar, scissors. Jan wins with paper over John's rock.
JOHN: You win, you first.
Jan laughs.
JAN: Okay.
JOHN: I'm kidding.
He holds her from behind, talks into her ear.
JAN: I think this could be a wonderful thing.
JOHN: Cheater. Mind-reader.
JAN: He can fill in some of her blanks about Olivia.
JOHN: Yes.
JAN: And Hunter's.
JOHN: And Hunter's.
She turns to face him. They kiss.
JAN: Let's shower.
John smiles, they walk to the front door, John opens, Jan enters, John is about to close the door behind him when he HEARS AN ENGINE LOUDER AS IT NEARS. Finally the newish Ford F-150 with Texas plates enters frame from uphill. The DRIVER, a 50-something man, tips his cowboy hat and waves to John as he drives by. John cranes his neck to follow. Jan's hand takes his collar and drags him into the house and closes the door.