EXT. YUCCA SPRINGS MOTEL PARKING LOT - SUNRISE
Tom comes out of his room, suitcase in hand, walks to stairs to lot to truck, one of several vehicles in the wet and puddled lot. He opens driver's side crew cab door, puts suitcase on seat, hat atop it, closes door, opens driver's door, gets in, starts engine, drives to street, turns right into light traffic, drives away out of view.
INT. MOTEL ROOM - ALBUQUERQUE, NM - SUNSET
Basic second floor room, Tom, shirt unbuttoned, sits at desk, phone at hand, looks out window to monsoon clouds obscuring the Sandia Mountains. Open suitcase on bed, shows a copy of Foglost. Boots on floor near hat rack near door, shirt unbuttoned. LIGHT RAIN taps the window. Tom speaks into phone.
TOM: Ruth.
Hey sis, eagle's landed. I'm gonna run a bath so no phone for about a half hour then in the rest a the night. Call me before bedtime. Love ya.
(He sets down phone, leaves into bathroom. We HEAR BATH STARTED. RAIN HEAVIER. FAINT THUNDER.)
MIRROR LAKE PICNIC AREA - SNOWY RANGE MOUNTAINS, WYOMING - SUNSET
WANDA and DAISY, 70-something - both in jeans, tennis shoes, light sweaters over blouses - sit next to each at a picnic table with a fire pit near the small lake.
DAISY: You're going to miss our balmy winters.
Wanda smiles.
WANDA: I looked it up. Coldest day ever in Kerrville was seven-below.
DAISY: I'll take that all January. On the other hand, probably a little warmer there today.
WANDA: A sticky hundred and three in the shade of Ruth's back porch yesterday.
A Rainbow trout jumps and splashes.
RUTH/WANDA: Rainbow.
WANDA'S PHONE RINGTONES an instrumental version of the Towne's Van Zandt song, If I Needed You. She gets phone from pocket.
WANDA: You in your room?
Monsooning yet?
We are. Just saw a rainbow jump.
Daisy, with a seven letter play on a triple word score.
Plumber. Betty and Bill say hello and will be at Cheyenne Days.
I will.
Love you too.
K. Sweet dreams.
(Wanda pockets phone.)
DAISY: Raining in Albuquerque?
WANDA: About to. Tom passes along his love.
DAISY: Sweet. We got lucky, didn't we?
Wanda looks at her.
WANDA: Our men. Good men. Decent men.
Wanda nods, puts arm around Daisy, who reciprocates.
DAISY: Ready?
Wanda nods, they stand, walk hand in hand out of frame as an angler catches and brings a fish to net.