6. INT. MOTEL ROOM - SUNSET
Basic room. Tom's suitcase on the queen bed, hat on rack, boots at its base, mini-fridge, wall-mounted TV, and the desk Tom sits at, looking out the window at the gathering monsoon clouds that shadow the Albuquerque skyline and obscure the Sandia Mountains. Tom's phone, eyeglass case and Foglost on the desk with a pen and pencil in a holder near a Yucca Springs Motel notepad. White tee under Tom's unbuttoned shirt. The first TAPS OF RAIN ON THE WINDOW. Tom picks up phone, taps it on desk, finally speaks into it.
TOM: Ruth.
Hey sis, just now remembered it's your swim night. Anyway, in my room 'bout to run a bath, tag you're it, Love Tommy.
(He sets phone down, HARDER RAIN against the window, ominous darkening cloud-gathering. He stands suddenly, leaves into bathroom. We HEAR FAUCET SQUEAK and BATH STARTED.)
7. EXT. YUCCA SPRINGS MOTEL - PARKING LOT - SUNRISE
Clearish sky above the dozen vehicles, including Tom's truck, in the wet and puddled lot. Yucca Springs Motel in neon above the registration office guarded by potted Yuccas. Tom comes out of room, suitcase in hand, different western shirt, walks to truck.
INT./EXT. TRUCK
Tom unlocks and opens driver's door, slides suitcase to passenger side, sets hat atop it, gets in, closes door, starts engine, buckles up, turns on radio to static, punch-tunes to Freddie Fender's (I Love My) Rancho Grande, smiles, turns it up, drives to the street, turns right, drives out of view, MUSIC FADING INTO DISTANT SIREN FADING INTO FAINT DOG BARKING.
