Scene 1 Final

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

TOM and WANDA, mid-70s, sit up in bed, under the covers, in pajamas, reading. Both wear glasses. Curtains closed across the window above the headboard. Lamp, eyeglass case and phone on their respective nightstands. Wanda peruses a Hawaiian Travel brochure. Tom is reading a grey hardcover book we can see is titled Foglost and written by H.C. Hardyn. His wedding band is gold, her diamond-on-silver modest.

WANDA: Should we do a luau?

TOM: Well, what is it they say about when you're in Rome?

WANDA: Do as the Romans do.

TOM: Heck, I'm halfway thinkin' about takin' a surfin' lesson.

WANDA: Now that's some halfway thinking alright.

TOM: You think this ol' dog ain't got one more trick in him?

WANDA: I'd pay to see it.

TOM: Won't have to. Got 'em down the beach from our hotel. You just pull up under an umbrella with your Mai Tai, stick your toes in the sand and watch me hang ten.

Pause. Tom turns a page.

WANDA: Hmm. Maybe I'll take a hula lesson.

TOM: You know I'll be front and center for that.

Wanda does a hula dance move with her arms and hands. Tom smiles.  

TOM (cont.): So whaddaya reckon the chances are we'll get lei'd.

Wanda, shocked, sets down the brochure, stares at Tom, who finally looks at her.

WANDA: Thomas Travis Walker, my goodness gracious.

TOM: What? Ain't that what they call them flower necklaces they put around your neck when ya get off the plane. A lei?

She shakes her head.

WANDA: Yes, that's what they're called. But I'm not sure our airline does that.

TOM: Oh.

She returns her attention to the brochure, Tom his to the book.

WANDA: However I feel there's a good chance we will when we get to our hotel.

Tom looks at her, closes book. She looks at him, winks. He smiles. She puts brochure on her nightstand, Tom sets the book on his. Each reaches for and turns off their lamp at the same time.

BEDSPRING SQUEAK IN BLACK.