EXT. MANUFACTURED HOME - DAY
The truck in the driveway of the well-kept double-wide like the others that line both sides of the lane. Older Subaru Wagon in the port behind the truck, Wyoming plates, as on the neighbors’ vehicles across the way. Stars and Stripes from two neighbors’ flagpoles. Occasional SONG OF WESTERN MEADOWLARK throughout.
Tom opens the front door, holds it for Wanda - nightgown and slippers, thermos in both hands - to come onto the porch populated by two rocking chairs, potted plants, and wind chimes, followed by Tom in western shirt, same belt and buckle holding up newer jeans. Cowboy boots, straw cowboy hat, suitcase in one hand, the other on Wanda’s shoulder. They walk to and down steps to the driveway and truck.
WANDA: Where's lunch?
TOM: Thinkin' that Mexican place in Cimarron we found comin' back last time.
WANDA: Tortilla Azul.
TOM: That's it. Knew it was tortilla somethin'.
WANDA: That was delicious.
TOM: If it's still there.
Tom opens the driver's side crew cab door, puts suitcase on seat and hat atop suitcase, closes door, opens driver's, Wanda hands him the thermos he places in console, puts key in ignition, turns to Wanda.
TOM (CONT.) Whadda you and Daisy got planned.
WANDA: Coffee and a walk on the river trail, library, drive to Centennial for lunch and scrabble with Betty and Bill, sunset at Mirror Lake, ice cream at Dipper.
TOM: Well that's a full schedule.
WANDA: Good to keep her busy. Tomorrow we're going to Cheyenne for museum and the gardens.
The WHIR OF ELECTRIC WHEELCHAIR turns their attention to DALE, 70-something, rolling down the middle of the lane toward them. Sweatshirt, Vietnam Veteran ballcap, blanket over his lap and legs, tennis shoes. SMALL DOG curled in his lap.
Tom salutes, Sarge reciprocates as he nears.
WANDA: Good morning, Sarge.
SARGE (raspy) Good morning, Walkers.
The dog barks. The wheelchair arrives, keeps moving.
TOM/WANDA: Good morning, Bella.
Bella barks with tail wag.
SARGE: Off for Kerrville recon, Tom?
TOM: Yessir.
SARGE: You know that if I were higher rank I'd revoke your orders and you and your better half would never leave base.
TOM: Yessir.
SARGE: Full report upon return.
TOM: Yessir.
SARGE: Glowing and radiant as usual, Wanda.
WANDA: Thank you, Sarge.
SARGE: At ease, Walkers.
WANDA/TOM: Yessir.
They watch him roll away.
WANDA: When Bella dies...
TOM: I know.
A BREEZE SINGS THE CHIMES.
WANDA: There's your cue.
Tom gets in, Wanda pushes the door shut, steps onto running board, Tom rolls down window.
TOM: Ready?
She nods. Tom starts engine, rolls to the lane, stops. They stare at each other.
TOM (CONT.): About how many days 'til we hit Honolulu.
WANDA: Ninety-three.
TOM: But who's countin'?
She looks at his watch, hands set at 6:55.
TOM: And eight hours twelve minutes. Assuming our plane is on time.
He smiles, she leans in, they kiss.
WANDA: I love you.
TOM: Love you more.
WANDA: Bet.
He extends hand, they shake.
TOM: Bet.
Another kiss.
TOM: I'll call every hour on the hour.
WANDA: Thank you.
TOM: Maybe a selfie along the way.
WANDA: Please.
Another kiss, she steps down from the running board.
WANDA (CONT.) Better get on before I revoke your orders.
TOM: I miss you already.
WANDA: I miss you too, now git before I start crying.
He blows her a kiss, she reciprocates. Tom turns onto the lane, drives to where it bisects another. Wanda steps into the lane, watches the trucjk drive away.
INT. TRUCK
Tom keeps his eyes on WANDA IN THE REARVIEW MIRROR. She waves. He sticks arm out window, waves back, stops at the cross lane to let a car by.
WITH WANDA
She watches Tom make the left turn, blow a kiss out the window, She reciprocates, watches truck leave view. She lingers, looks up and down lane, finally walks to and up the steps to the porch, waters plants from a small pail, puts pail down, crosses her arms across her chest when a STRONG BREEZE SINGS THE CHIMES. She looks to the sky and two Golden Eagles gliding below cirrus clouds, then out of view. She goes inside, closes door behind her. FAINT SIREN fades in and out.