Wine Mama (10)-Fictitious Identity

Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013

WINE MAMA (10)

FICTITIOUS IDENTITY

INT: SECRETARY OF STATE OFFICE OF CALIFORNIA-SACRAMENTO-A.M.

AS LIZ BOZEMAN ( ACTING CONTROLLER OF CERTIFICATION), GOES THROUGH PRODUCTION APPLICATION FOR THE HUDSON VINEYARD, HER COMPUTER SUDDENLY FLAGS AND FREEZES

SHE LOOKS UP TO SEE THE PROMPT "Fictitious Identity-Please verify status before approval!"

SHE CALL HER ASSISTANT JOHN TOYA TO TAKE A LOOK AT THE POSTED SITUATION

LIZ

"Hey John, come here...look at this?"

JOHN

"What's ya got Lizzy?"

LIZ

"I've got this property over here in Modesto, a thirty-five acre vineyard showing a request for a Type Three production licence, but what doesn't make any sense is that the Sheriff's lien was lifted from a payout."

JOHN

"Happens all the time, people come up with the money, they want to go back into production, just bypass that stage and give them their production license!"

LIZ

"No, you don't understand, the property was pulled from a permit issued through Earth Auctions...it was paid in full from a Frank Hudson through another payee's account. It showed that he was apparently present at the time of the transaction."

JOHN

"Ah-huh, so...he got a backer, I'm not getting your concern on this?"

LIZ

"Frank Hudson is listed as deceased, November Two Thousand-Twelve!"

JOHN

"So, he has already kicked the bucket...what the hell?"

LIZ

"It's right here in black and white, November Two Thousand-Twelve..."

JOHN

"Hello, your right, this does kind of smell!"

LIZ

"John...that's what I'm asking you...how does a dead man make good on his property,and reapply for a Grandfathered-in Port production permit which nobody else can touch?"

JOHN

"Find out who coined out this deal and we'll start an investigation if we have to...I'm sure there's an explanation, nobody would be that blatant with that amount of money!"

LIZ

"Yea, it was quite a bit too, I'm showing six hundred thousand and twenty thousand dollars...who ever this Brian Cashman is, looks like he has a bunch of businesses. Maybe he saw some opportunity, but can he just go in and do something like that?"

JOHN

"I just pulled up his file, he is listed as forming the Goldenrock Nightclub LLC...ah, let's see...November of Two-Thousand Ten, then converted to an eighty-eight thirty- two corpoartion, has investments from private placement's, equity funding, and even managed to raise five-hundred thousand for a recording studio down in Hollywood through Kickstarter...busy guy!"

LIZ

"But other than that?"

JOHN

"Well his bonding is through an umbrella policy with the Chubb Group, he's got both a Type Forty-Seven and a Type Forty-Eight liquor license, and is a certified electrical engineer in Louisiana, Nevada, and California...Studio Broadcast Engineer...let's see, and get this, he just completed a course at UCLA in Contracts and Corporate Law...whew!"

LIZ

"What was the difference between those liquor licenses, I'm always getting those mixed up?"

JOHN

"Well, in California, a Type Forty-Seven means you can serve top alcohol, but it must be connected with an operating restaurant...Type Forty-Eight means alcohol only."

LIZ

"Nothing to eat, bet the insurance cost must be crazy?"

JOHN

"Yea, about thirty-five thousand in difference for just the cost of the permit, not even considering liability's and extra security!"

LIZ

"So...if you serve chicken wings and chips, you actually make a lot more profit in the long run?"

JOHN

"Oh, for sure...let me give Mister Cashman a call here."

JOHN CALLING UP BRIAN ON PHONE

BRIAN SEE'S SCREEN PROMPT SAYING "Secretary of State-Sacramento"

HE PUSHES BUTTON

BRIAN

"Hello, Brian Cashman, how can I help you?"

JOHN

"Yes, this is John Toya with the Secretary of State's office here in Sacramento...we were following up on some complaints filed through Earth Auctions, regarding a conflict of interest and a personal violation of personal misrepresentation  or under our statures fictitious identity, would you care to make a statement regarding these allegations?"

BRIAN

"Ah, I don't know about the misrepresentation stuff, but I had helped Miss Hudson with her liens  and penalties, that's about all that happened..." 

JOHN

"Yes...and the state really appreciates you helping her out sir, but apparently you misrepresented yourself, according to witness statements, that you actually identified yourself as Frank Hudson, and that you had been out of town, and having problems with your marriage?"

BRIAN

"Who knows what happened at that event...everybody was drinking, I'm surprised any business was done, transacted, much less even remembered!"

JOHN

"Sir, your not answering my question...did you or did you not represent yourself as Frank Hudson at the time they received payment on the transaction?" 

BRIAN

"Mister Toya, all I remember doing was helping Miss Hudson with her Sheriff lien's and fines, I have no idea what else your even talking about?

JOHN

"But sir, Mister Hudson had passed the year before...and my files show that you made repeated attempts at approaching several Modesto-based distillers for the simple request of making your concoction of something called Port Vodka...and you know...a well educated man like yourself, would know that California has banned new permits on Port wine production...and we only allow those that are already Grandfathered in...they are the only one's that are allowed to produce it...of course you must know that Mister Cashman?"

BRIAN

"Ah-huh, so...what?"

JOHN

"Well, our office thinks you may have conspired to obtain this property with intentions of growing grapes and fermentation into wine, Port wine exactly...you had intentions, knowing full-well that the Hudson Vineyards has a valid Port wine production certification and just so happened to be listed as such with the prospectus issued by Earth Auctions, along with the fact that it also happened to be a distressed property to boot...now I will ask you one more time, would you like to make a statement regarding what our perceptions are in this case?"

BRIAN

"Look...I got her...Miss Hudson out of a bind...don't worry about it...what's it to you anyway?"

JOHN

"Well, I have made the attempt...by rule, I must turn all these complaints over to the District Attorney's office for review."

BRIAN

"You guy's don't have anything else to do...look I'm in compliance, don't bug me anymore unless you have some sort of tangible evidence to your little accusations, have a good day, bye!"

BRIAN CLICKS OFF PHONE, SLAMMING IT TO THE TABLE, CRACKING THE SCREEN 

JOHN

"Well...that was an interesting call!"

(scene switch)

INT: PETER AND SAM'S APARTMENT

BOTH OF THEM LAYING ON SEPARATE COUCHES

HALF DRANK BOTTLE OF WILD TURKEY WITH EMPTY BEER CANS SCATTERED ALL OVER THE FLOOR

WATCHING TV, EATING BURRITOS

PETER

"Hey Sam...I was thinking?"

SAM

"Stop thinking, you don't think well when you been drinking...no, no, go head, what are you thinking?"

PETER

"Let's go pay that Sandy chick a visit tonight?"

SAM

"Can we do her first before she got to meet Jesus...I've been so fucking horny man, at least something?"

PETER LAUGHING

PETER

"Yea, okay...at least one of us will have a smile on their face...sure, what the hell!"

SAM

"Alright, thanks man...I 'm going to hit the hay for a while."

PETER

"Yea, that's a good idea...see ya round midnight..."

SAM

"Might even take a shower, you know, look good for the show...at least I'll be rested and "up" for the action...if you know what I mean?"

BOTH LAUGHING

(scene close)