[FROM PREVIOUS NIGHT, to be edited]
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EXT. HUNTER'S DRIVEWAY - DAY
MOTOR-WHIR of garage door opening to reveal Tom and Chloe waiting, Hunter putting two backpacks in back of Rover.
Tom cowboy as usual, worn jeans and boots. Chloe and Hunter in jeans, hiking boots, ballcaps. Hunter unbuttoned long-sleeve over tee, Chloe sports a "Steamer's Lane, Santa Cruz" raglan long-sleeve.
Chloe leads Tom to truck, Hunter into Rover, backs it to street/curb.
CHLOE: Cool truck.
TOM: Like it?
CHLOE: Love the two-tone.
TOM: Ain't the original paint but same colors. This was my dad's last truck.
CHLOE: Really?
TOM: Yes, ma'am.
CHLOE: Can I see inside?
TOM: Course ya can. Need to get my sunglasses anyway. Got a car at home?
He gets keys from pants pocket.
CHLOE: No. When I go to college.
He unlocks, opens driver's door,
TOM: How do you get to school?
CHLOE: Bike.
He gets aviator shades from visor sleeve, puts in shirt pocket.
CHLOE: Bitchen bench seat and saddle blanket cover.
TOM: Put it in about a year ago. Center folds down into a console.
He demonstrates, puts back in seat mode. Hunter parks, approaches.
CHLOE: Nice dash upgrade.
TOM: Friend a mine did that. Kind of a stylized nod to the original while keepin' up with technology.
CHLOE: Do you have another car?
TOM: Older Subaru Outback. That's what we're usually in when we visit Ruth.
Hunter arrives.
CHLOE: This was Tom's dad's last truck.
HUNTER: Really?
TOM: Yessir.
HUNTER: Mid-eighties.
TOM: Eighty-seven. Bought it new off the lot in Houston on the way home from an Oilers game.
CHLOE: Who-slash-what are the Oilers?
TOM: Football team that don't exist anymore.
CHLOE: Oh.
HUNTER: Nice upgrades. What's under the hood?
TOM: Five-seven three-fifty long block crate I dropped in a few years ago.
Chloe's eyes find the early-90s red Alfa Romeo Spider, top down, nearing from the direction Tom arrived.
CHLOE: I spy a spider.
Hunter and Tom turn their attention to the car.
HUNTER: Heeere's Jackie.
Hunter walks to the street to guide Jackie to driveway and garage as if an aircraft marshaller pointing a jet to gate. Tom closes driver's door, watches with Chloe as Jackie arrives.
CHLOE: No. When I start college.
Jackie steers into the driveway, long hair in a tail under her ballcap.
TOM: Nervous about meeting Jackie?
CHLOE: I was. Until you took all my nervous away.
Hunter meets Jackie where she parks in the Rover's spot. Jackie, 50ish, fit, jeans, cowgirl boots, untucked western style blouse, puts sunglasses on bill of ballcap, gets out, gets backpack from passenger seat, greets Hunter's quick kiss.
JACKIE: And I was nervous about meeting Chloe.
HUNTER: You'll be quickly at ease.
JACKIE: And cowboy I reckon.
He takes her hand, leads to Tom and Chloe coming to them.
JACKIE: How's it going?
HUNTER: Well.
JACKIE: Cool.
They meet Tom and Chloe.
HUNTER: So. Jackie, I'm happy to introduce you to Chloe and Tom. Tom and Chloe, meet Jackie.
Tom tips his hat, he, Chloe and Jackie exchange handshakes and variations of hello good to meet you.
JACKIE: Tom, rumor is this isn't your first rodeo.
HUNTER: I been to a few. Hunter told me what your cousin's doin' with the horse rescue and the kids. I think it's a wonderful thing.
JACKIE: So far so good. And we have another late addition to the posse. My cousin's girlfriend is coming from Oklahoma and should be there when we arrive.
HUNTER: The more the merrier.
JACKIE: In this case for sure.
HUNTER: Shall we?
JACKIE: Let's.
Hunter activates garage closure, the MOTOR-WHIR as they walk to the Rover. Hunter opens the front passenger door for Jackie, Chloe gets in behind her, Tom goes around to the other side, gets in next to Chloe and behind Hunter in the driver's seat. All buckle up, Hunter starts the engine, drives away in the direction Tom had to hide, continues straight, turns left out of view.
