Wine Mama (32)-Just Desserts

Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013

WINE MAMA (32)

JUST DESSERTS

EXT: ONE-TEN INTERSTATE-NORTH OF MODESTO-4 PM

CYNCL ON HONDA ONE-FIFTY MOTORCYCLE COMING INTO MODESTO

    SEVERAL CALIFORNIA HIGHWAY PATROL OFFICERS ON POLICE ISSUED HARLEY'S  HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING HIM FROM A DISTANCE

CHP OFFICER # ONE ON RADIO

OFFICER # ONE

"Look's like he's exiting at the Modesto off-ramp, keep a distance here, ten-four?"

OFFICER # TWO

"Yea, looks like this guy could get pretty squirrely on us, wonder if he sees us back here, ten-four?"

CYNCL CONTINUES THROUGH OFF-RAMP, TAKING GLANCE AT REAR VIEW MIRROR TO MERGE INTO TRAFFIC, SPOTS THE TWO MOTORCYCLE POLICE IN THE DISTANCE, TURNING HELMET TO VERIFY, STARTS THROTTLING UP

OFFICER # ONE

"He's spotted us, let's get close in before he gets into the neighborhoods, ten-four?"

OFFICER # TWO

"I'll take the outside lane, then when we get to his sides, we light 'em up, ten-four?"

OFFICER # ONE

"Wait till we get down to the light...it'll take him forever to get back to speed on that thing, ten-four?"

OFFICER # TWO

"Ten-four, that's a go!"

POLICE MOTORCYCLES START TO CLOSE IN AS TRAFFIC STARTS TO BACK UP AT TRAFFIC LIGHT

CYNCLE VEERS INTO EMERGENCY LANE ONLY TO FIND MAN PARKED BEHIND ANOTHER CAR, HELPING LADY CHANGE A FLAT

SEES BIKE PATH LEADING UP INTO HILL WITH BIG "NO MOTORIZED VEHICLES BEYOND THIS POINT" SIGN POSTED ALONG WITH BARRIER POST

CYNCL SLOWS DOWN AND SQUEEZES THROUGH PARTITIONS SIDEWAYS

MOTORCYCLE COPS COME UP, BUT CAN'T GET THEIR BIG HARLEY'S THROUGH NARROW GAP, A BIG FENCE GUARDING BOTH SIDES OF ENTRANCE

OFFICER # ONE

"Six-twenty nine to central, looks like we have a confirmation on Cyncl, just entered county bike path at marker fifty-two sixty off one-ten express onto Modesto off-ramp, ten-four?"

CENTRAL OPERATOR

"Ten-four, six twenty nine...we will inform air twenty-nine of position, are you going to do a go-around sir?"

OFFICER # ONE

"We can go back to the exit and intercept at Ladd Road, that's affirmative!"

CENTRAL OPERATOR

"Okay, Air Twenty-Nine will be delayed a bit, so you are the boots and the eyes, keep us posted, ten-four?"

OFFICER # ONE

"Ten four central, we'll maintain surveillance until subject exits bike path, six-twenty seven, ten-six!"

CYNCL APPROACHES GROUP OF BICYCLES RIDING IN HIS SAME DIRECTION AHEAD OF HIM, LOOKS OVER AND SEES POLICE MOTORCYCLES HEADING OFF IN FRONT OF HIS DIRECTION THROUGH THE TREES

DECIDES TO DOUBLE-BACK AND EXIT WHERE HE CAME IN

GOING TO INTERSECTION, TURNS LEFT ON CARPENTER ROAD, HEADING TOWARD HUDSON VINEYARDS

(scene switch)

INT: HUDSON VINEYARD MAIN HOUSE-BEDROOM-6 PM

SEEING BRIAN EXITING SHOWER (BUTT SHOT), TOWELING OFF

SANDY ALREADY SHOWERED. TOWEL ON HEAD, LAYING ON BED, FEET UP IN THE AIR, LOOKING AT ADS ON THE LAP-TOP

BRIAN WALKS OVER AND GIVES HER A KISS ON THE CHEEK

SANDY

"Don't get me started, I'll take you down boy..."

BRIAN

"Just a little affection...well it looks like my dozer won't be here till in the morning...but you know, we did get a lot done here, all by hand!"

SANDY

"Yea, keep going...it's amazing what you can do with your hands...oh, were you talking about that gardening thing, too?"

BRIAN

"Yea, they use'd horses, mules, migrant labor, all kinds of things before these little mini-bulldozer concepts came into play, but when you do production, something like that can take the place of a dozen workers, rain, sleet, or snow!"


SANDY

"And then what...I mean if that all didn't work?"


BRIAN

"Smaller crops, less output..."


SANDY

"Lot's of time, feeling pity on your plants...more time for sex!"


BRIAN

" Don't know, how about a little baked Zucchini  stuffed Squash broiled with some buttered Eggplant on some rice with Lobster Bisque...think you can handle that?"


SANDY

"I'll force myself...could you please flag down the wine steward for a little taste of the grape please?"


BRIAN


"I'll see if I can find him, in the mean time, let me prime you, my favorite of all my sex starved winches into some of my house wine."


SANDY

"I always tip by wanking my servants!"

BRIAN GOING TO KITCHEN


BRIAN

"No, I'll winch you with my wank!"


SANDY

"Hey, that's too cute...like wank a winch, very original..."


BRIAN

"Cute, but doable!"


SANDY

"I want to be the winch...can I be the winch?"


BRIAN

"Only if I get to be the wank?"


(scene switch)



CYNCL PULLS MOTORCYCLE INTO FOREST DOWN THE STREET FROM THE HUDSON VINEYARD, LEANING BIKE AGAINST TREE, NOT NOTICING HOT EXHAUST PIPE AGAINST DEAD FOLIAGE

PROCEEDS TO TAKE GULP OF VODKA FROM SNIFTER, THEN CHECKS STOLEN GUN FROM THE GUARD THAT GOT SUCKED OUT OF JET, FALLING TO HIS DEATH

RUNS ACROSS THE STREET, CLIMBING OVER BANGED UP BARBED WIRE FENCE

GOES TO BACK OF THE BARN BEHIND HOUSE, TAKING ANOTHER SHOT OF BOOZE, HIS SHAKING HEAD



(scene switch)



MOTORCYCLE THAT HE JUST PARKED HAS NOW STARTED BRUSH FIRE

SMOKE IS COMING UP OUT OF TREES

NOW BEING INTERCEPTED BY AIR TWENTY-NINE THAT JUST TOOK OFF


PILOT TWENTY-NINE

"Ah Central, this is Air Twenty-Nine...I'm reporting smoke...smoke from the Carpenter Road forest...I'm sending coordinates, ten-four?"


CENTRAL OPERATOR

"Ten-four Twenty-Nine, I'm receiving One-thirty four point seven at eighty-four thirty two...confirmation verified, fire has been alerted and documented, ten-four?"


PILOT TWENTY-NINE SPOTTING BURNING MOTORCYCLE BY TREE


PILOT TWENTY-NINE

"Ah Central...break, break, alert patrols in that same quadrant that I have located suspect motorcycle at the source of the fire activity, ten-four?"


CENTRAL OPERATOR

"Ten-four Twenty-Nine, alert to all responding units, suspect motorcycle has been located at Carpenter Road Forest across from the Hudson Vineyard...time in, eighteen 0-five...please also be advised that the individual connected with the motorcycle is a wanted Robert Cyncl, possibly armed and dangerous, whereabouts have not yet been confirmed, please approach with caution...eighteen 0-six, Central, ten-six!"


(scene switch)



CYNCL CUTTING THROUGH BACK OF PROPERTY

SPOTS TRACTOR, STARTS MOVING UP THROUGH ROWS OF VINES, GUN IN HAND



(scene switch)



BRIAN FINISHING UP COOKING DINNER, PULLING BASKET FULL OF EGGPLANT FRITTERS OUT OF FRYER AND ONTO TOWELS

SANDY WALKS INTO KITCHEN


SANDY

"Hey, I thought we were eating healthy tonight?"


BRIAN

"I dunno know, felt frisky, doing some jaleps, eggplant, some red onions in some peanut oil..."


SANDY

"What...no added salt?"


BRIAN

"You don't need any added salt with this shit, it'll rattle your tail girl!"


(scene switch)


CYNCL ATTEMPTS TO START TRACTOR TO USE AS A DOOR RAM

IT STARTS FOR A MOMENT, THEN SHUTS DOWN WITH A HUGE BACKFIRE


(scene switch)


BRIAN

"Did you hear something?"


SANDY

"Yeah, something blew up...somewhere?"


BRIAN WALKS THROUGH HOUSE TO FRONT DOOR

HEAR'S SIRENS WAY OFF IN DISTANCE, SHUTTING DOOR, HE WALKS BACK TO KITCHEN


BRIAN

"Yea, what ever that was, the emergency teams are responding..."


LOOKING UP HE SEES CYNCL HOLDING SANDY'S MOUTH SHUT WITH A GUN TO HER HEAD

BRIAN SHOWING NO EMOTION


BRIAN

"Can I help you with something?"


CYNCL

"Brian...Mister Gator Tail, how nice to see you again, it's been too long...might I say that you have brought anything but joy into my life ..making me into a fool, and you...you being the center of my unhappiness, my living hell-hole, which I hope to eradicate from my agenda once and for all!"


BRIAN

"Take your hand off her for starters and we can start over...now, how can I help you!"


CYNCL

"You can start by taking a seat next to lover girl here, I'm assuming you two wish to meet the great beyond as a couple, together, forever and forever?"


BRIAN

"Yea, we'll get there when we get there, so what do you want?"


CYNCL

"Don't play with me young man, come join your girl here, and we can get this over unusually quickly, if you get my drift, heh...heh, trust me!"


CYNCL PULLING HAND OFF HER MOUTH, CLICKING GUN BACK, SANDY STARTS BABBLING


SANDY

"Don't listen to anything he's saying, he's the fool that use'd to fuck with Frank and all our neighbors, all he wants is..."


CYNCL PUTTING HIS HAND BACK OVER HER MOUTH, SHOVING GUN BACK INTO HER NECK


CYNCL

"My goodness, chatty little thing, so animated, isn't she...so full of life, promise...so full of shit...now if you don't mind Mister Gator Tail Man, please come and join your lover for a ride to heaven, all aboard, this won't take long...two tickets to ride...I'm sure you don't want her to ride alone...all by herself up there, the shame of it all?"


BRIAN STARTS WALKING SLOWLY OVER TO TABLE


BRIAN

"I'm sure what you want or even what you about, but I will give you whatever you want if you will just leave us alone, so what do you..."

SANDY TRYING TO SQUIRM LOOSE


CYNCL

"Sir...I'm not going to ask you again, please just sit down...right here!"


CYNCL POINTING HIS GUN AT EMPTY CHAIR

SANDY WORKING LOOSE FROM HIS GRIP


SANDY

"Yea, that's that Robert Cyncl turd-ass, the worm that..."


CYNCL COVERING UP HER MOUTH AGAIN


CYNCL

"There you go, I'm Robert Cyncl...thee Robert Cyncl, CEO of the "You Tube" empire, oh, not without a little help mind you...some people cherish me, but I'm the one who dared to improve upon a digital avenue for you little assholes to show your magic tricks, your magic dicks, and yes, somewhere up in that mishmash we have some worthless crap about gator hunting, too...so since I'm so exposed, sit down Mister Cashman, I'm losing my patience here...oh since your still up, would you happen to have some tape...over there, in the cupboard, I'm spotting it now?"


BRIAN

"So, what's the purpose of this?"


CYNCL

"To tape up that mouth of yours, I'm done here with the chit-chat!"


BRIAN GRABBING ROLL OF MASKING TAPE AND BRINGING IT OVER


BRIAN

"Yea, well a little tape couldn't hurt to quiet her down anyway, why didn't I think of that?"


CYNCL

"No, no...I want that big roll of gutter tape, that puny stuff will never do.


BRIAN STOPS AND RETURNS TO THE CUPBOARD GETTING GUTTER TAPE

WALKING BACK TOWARDS TABLE, THERE'S A SUDDEN BANGING AT THE FRONT DOOR


POLICE

"Modesto Police...open up now!"


BRIAN

"You'll have to kick the door in first!"


BRIAN THROWS HUGE ROLL OF GUTTER TAPE AT CYNCL, HITTING HIM IN HEAD, GUN COMES AWAY FIRING OFF A ROUND

POLICE BUST DOOR DOWN WITH BATTERING RAM

CYNCL RUNNING OUT BACK DOOR WITH GUN

POLICE FOLLOW CYNCL WHO QUICKLY VANISHES INTO THE BACK ROWS OF THE GRAPEVINES

CYNCL TURNS, SHOOTING INDISCRIMINATELY AT POLICE

CYNCL GOES BACK FURTHER, REACHING THE VERY BACK ROWS WHERE HE BRUSHES AGAINST A THICKET WALL FULL OF STICKERS AND THORNS FORCING HIM TO START WALKING ALONG WALL

LONE OFFICER TRACKS AFTER HIM

CYNCL FINDS SMALL OPENING, SQUEEZING THROUGH, CUTTING HOLES ALL OVER HIS BODY

OFFICER LOSES HIM, WALKS PAST OPENING

CYNCL LAYS QUIETLY ON GROUND, BLEEDING PROFUSELY 


(30 Minutes Later)


POLICE LEAVE PROPERTY ARE TO EXPAND SEARCH ELSEWHERE

BACK AT HOUSE DETECTIVE SHELLY SMITH AND DETECTIVE MIKE BROWN 
SHOW UP


DETECTIVE SMITH

"Miss Hudson, how are you making out, Mam?"


SANDY

"Well, I haven't killed any Bears today if that's what you mean?"


SMITH

"Well, at least you still have your sense of humor Mam, just glad your okay...you know your one tough girl, you have been through a lot here lately, somebody must want to get you pretty bad, cause I've never seen so many people trying to get on a property like this one!"


SANDY

"Lucky me, real popular...I think that was the kingpin that just ran out the door...hopefully it'll calm down a little bit!"


SMITH

"We'll get him one way or another, I'm just glad your okay..."


DETECTIVE MIKE BROWN TO BRIAN


BROWN

"So, he just comes in through the back, didn't knock or anything?"


BRIAN

"No, I came in the kitchen and there he was...his hand cuffed over Sandy's mouth, a nine-millimeter pointed at her head, you knocked on the door, I threw the roll of tape at his head, his gun fired, you kicked the door in, and he ran out the door...there we are!"


BROWN

"okay Mister Hudson, that will do it for the statement, we'll see what kind of luck our boys have with locating this guy...he's been all over the map for the last couple of days...but without an arrest, you know he could come back...so please stay locked up and keep your weapons handy, okay?"


BRIAN

"No problem there Detective, we will remain in defensive mode...thanks for your help!"


DETECTIVE SMITH TO SANDY


SMITH

"Now don't go shooting any Bears girl...you promise...I know your weakness girl...you'all take care...good-night!"


BROWN AND SMITH PULLING DOWN DRIVEWAY


SANDY TO BRIAN


SANDY

"Man...she's got a weird sense of humor!"


BRIAN

"Yea, she does seem a little whimsical about all this...like maybe she knows more about all this than she's letting on to?"


SANDY

"Yea right...like she's in on all this, too?


BRIAN

"Wouldn't put it past her...just a strange feeling I'm getting!"


SANDY

"You crack me up with all your inside source shit...listen to the spirit world, they're watching me!


BRIAN

"Hey, calm down my over-sexed whackadoo...just follow the c-notes...in the mean time, come on...let's eat, we got things to do tomorrow!"


SANDY

"After all that shit, I don't see how you have an appetite..still got the taste of that fuckers nasty hands...yuk, I have to go wash my face...but yea, I do need to eat something..."


BRIAN

"Your stressed, a little food will help you sleep!"


SANDY

"And didn't you forget something?"


BRIAN

"What?"


SANDY

"Lock and load...Mister Creepy might return for a nightcap and toddy!"


BRIAN

"Good thinking, let's go to our wall of guns and make some selections..."


SANDY

"Yea, it's funny...some people have gun racks, gun cases, gun safes..."


BRIAN

"We, have a wall of guns!"

BOTH LAUGHING


(scene switch)


IN BACK OF HUDSON PROPERTY LINE CYNCL DRAGS HIMSELF ALONG THE GROUND, CLAWING AT THE SOIL, NOW COVERED IN FIRE ANTS, BLEEDING FROM DOZENS OF PUNCTURE WOUNDS, LOOSING LOTS OF BLOOD

AT A DISTANCE HE SPOTS A FIFTY POUND RACCOON APPROACHING, FOAMING AT THE MOUTH, RABID

CYNCL ATTEMPTS TO GRAB HIS GUN, BUT IT IS COVERED IN BLOOD AND BITING INSECTS, HE WIPES HANDS OFF AND TAKES AIM AT THE RACCOON WHO IS NOW IN A FULL TROT TOWARD HIM. CYNCL SHOOTS SEVERAL SHOTS BUT MISSES ANIMAL

IT APPROACHES, REACHING DOWN BITING CYNCL ON THE NECK, KILLING HIM INSTANTLY. THE RACCOON CONTINUES TO EAT MOST OF HIS BODY DURING THE COURSE OF THE NIGHT

SURVEILLANCE HELICOPTER CONTINUES TO SCAN WITH LIGHTS
CARNAGE UNDER THE THICK BRUSH GOING UNNOTICED 



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Wine Mama (31)-Moving The Dirt

Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013

WINE MAMA (31)

MOVING THE DIRT

INT: CAB-GOING SOUTH TOWARD EUREKA, CALIFORNIA-11 AM

CABBIE TAKING CYNCL TO THE DENNY'S IN EUREKA

CABBIE 

"Hey champ, hate to burst that need for those pastries, but we just burned a hole in that c-note you gave me...still got another fifty miles to go, what you wanna do?"

CYNCL

"Hell, let's keep this party rolling, you keep the change!"

CYNCL REACHING INTO HIS WALLET, THROWS HIM ANOTHER HUNDRED

CABBIE

"All right boss, let's do this thing..."

CABBIE REACHES OVER, PICKING UP MICROPHONE, RADIOS IN HIS POSITION

CYNCL LOSES HIS COMPOSURE

CYNCL

"What in the hell are you doing, who are you calling?"

CABBIE

"Calm down Amigos, they are going to think I stole the cab if I don't check in...I'm outside my zone!"

CYNCL

"Okay, sorry...just wasn't thinking, I could be anybody, who cares!"

CABBIE

"Oh, I'm sure you have plenty who care about you, stay positive!"

CYNCL

"Well I appreciate the kind words."

CABBIE

"Okay Amigos, everything is good now...we do the Denny's in twenty minutes!"

CYNCL

"Thank you, can almost taste the danish now!"

PULLING INTO THE DENNY'S, CABBIE GETS OUT, CYNCL QUESTIONS

CYNCL

"Are you stopping for a break, too?"

CABBIE

"Yes, for the bathroom, but I wanted to see what type of danish one would drop two c-note on...these must be really something!"

CYNCL

"Well, we may have missed them, sometimes they sell out early, I'll tell ya what...if they still have some I will get you one!"

CABBIE

"I go to boys room, save me a spot."

CYNCL LOOKING AROUND, GRABS HIS STUFF AND TAKES OFF DOWN THE STREET TOWARD THE TRAIN STATION, BUYING TICKET TO SACRAMENTO FROM THE MACHINE, HE SEE'S THAT THE NEXT TRAIN WILL BE THERE IN TWELVE MINUTES

NOTICES NEWSPAPER IN MACHINE, DROPS QUARTERS IN AND GETS PAPER

GETS TO PAGE TWO WHERE HE SEES OLD EXECUTIVE PHOTO OF HIMSELF, SEEING CAPTION-"CYNCL VANISHES, FEDERAL AND LOCAL AUTHORITIES HAVE NO CLUE TO ROBERT CYNCL'S DISAPPEARANCE  BUT ARE REAMING ADAMANT THAT HE WILL EVENTUALLY RESURFACE, A ONE-HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLAR REWARD HAS BEEN OFFERED FOR INFORMATION LEADING TO HIS CAPTURE."

CYNCL SEES TRAIN PULLING UP, BOARDS TRAIN

PULLS OUT I-PHONE, OUT OF HABIT, REALIZES HE CAN'T USE IT ANYWAY

(2 hours later)

ARRIVING IN SACRAMENTO, HE EXITS TRAIN

SEES PAY PHONE, PICKING OUT SOME CHANGE, HE MAKES CALL TO HIS "RENT A CAR" BUDDY

CYNCL

"Hey Sam, what's cooking?"

SAM

"Hey Cyncl, that you man...people been all over the place looking for you, they question me till I was like brain dead man, ask about John Heinz, too!"

CYNCL

"How's John doing anyway?"

SAM

"Brain dead, his family come out to unhook him this week, really sad man...so what you about, where you hide under?"

CYNCL

"Don't know, but I need some wheels, gotta be cool though, got anything?"

SAM

"Man no, it's just too hot right now, don't forget...you got a c-large hanging for your ass...wish I could help you, but I not take chance."

CYNCL

"You've got to have something I could get back to Modesto with?"

SAM

"Look, if they catch me loaning you anything, they're going to drag me into your shit...can't take the chance, got a business to run!"

CYNCL

"Look, I don't care, anything would do at this point!"

(scene switch)

SEEING CYNCL ON A BEAT-UP HONDA ONE-FIFTY CRUISING DOWN THE ONE-TEN EXPRESSWAY, LICENSE SHOWING MISSOURI REGISTRY

(scene switch)

FBI FIELD OFFICE-SACRAMENTO-2 PM

CALL COMING IN FROM METRO-LINK SURVEILLANCE MANAGER RUSK MILLER TO CHIEF AGENT LARRY O'BRIEN

MILLER

"Sorry to bother you sir, but our surveillance personnel picked up on a description of a Robert Cyncl riding on one our trains at about twelve-forty this afternoon, looks like he left the train in Sacramento sir!"

CHIEF O'BRIAN

"Well, thank you Miller, we can all use the help on this one...teamwork will cut it...hey if you don't mind, could you jpeg me a flash of that to our website?"

MILLER

"Sure sir, no problem, glad to be of service, goodbye now."

(scene switch)



EXT: HUDSON VINEYARDS-ALONG WINE COLUMNS-2 PM

                                                                                                                                                                   
                             BRIAN PUSHING DIRT INTO ROWS WITH TRACTOR,                                   AS SANDY PUSHES DIRT UNDER VINES

TRACTOR KEEPS BACK FIRING AND SHUTTING DOWN


BRIAN

"This carburetor needs to be rebuilt, hear how it's coughing?"


SANDY

"How long does that take?"


BRIAN

"I've got a guy who could probably do it in a day, but I don't have time to wait!"


SANDY

"What's the prognosis doc?"


BRIAN

"Handy Rentals, they'll have me something in two hours, I've got to boar under those root balls and get some air and drainage up in there...that would be a hard doing it by hand."


SANDY

"How old is that tractor anyway?"


BRIAN

"About twenty years, but with a little Love...we can bring it back to life!"


SANDY

"You are thrifty...remember you saying using resources, you could probably just buy something new?"


BRIAN

"The old Wal-Mart dude drove his pick-up to the coffee shop each morning...nobody even knew he was a billionaire...except his close friends and associates, and I don't even know if they even knew how much wealth he had accumulated!"


SANDY

"So, lay low, when ya carrying a roll...huh?"


BRIAN

"Yea, something like that...my phrase is out of sight, out of mind...don't draw attention to those that don't have...it gets out of hand eventually...people always looking for the easy fix!"


SANDY

"Hey Brian, what are all these bumpy things along here?"


BRIAN

"Well, I sprayed them with Miracle Grow, kinda of a series of vitamins and minerals, so it's been about two weeks, so what your seeing, is the early budding of the florets...probably another two weeks and the whole column will weaken the wall of the branches and push through new growth."


SANDY

"So, I did a good job with the prune?"


BRIAN

"You definitely have the gift, you made your vines happy!"


SANDY

"Well, I did touch them a lot, got 'em all horned up!"

BRIAN'S PHONE RINGING

BRIAN

"Hold on Sandy, that's the rental place...yes, this is Brian Cashman, right...forty-three twenty Carpenter Road...oh yea, my account is four-sixty-five twenty...right, need you to bring me a little dozer in maybe an hour or two, thanks a bunch, bye!"


SANDY

"Wow...I'm so impressed, they jump to action when Cashman's calling!"


BRIAN

"It's their bread and butter, I've done a lot of business with them...like when I needed the parking lot repaved to get my zoning approved, they hooked me up in about four hours, they had a whole crew out there pouring and spreading asphalt, they're the best!"


SANDY

"They got the job done, what can you say...you'll be back!"


BRIAN

"These days, it's so hard just to find people you can depend on, even if you pay a little more, you get satisfaction and a little piece of mind, keeps you from going nuts...kind of like, for every action there is a reaction, like when the universe came to be, everything else sort of found it's place!"


SANDY

"That's heavy, so how did that happen...almost afraid to ask?"


BRIAN

"Nobody knows exactly, but we think it was from a collapse of a star, maybe a black hole got sucked into another black hole, dense anti-matter just sitting there sucking all the matter in, getting concentrated, denser and thicker, like a cosmic sauce, bigger than anything we can contemplate?"


SANDY

"What ever your babbling about, it sounds like a big pot...so isn't it easier just to call this the work of God?"


BRIAN

"That we do, it simplifies things, keeps everyone from going crazy!"


SANDY

"So, it's just not Jesus?"


BRIAN

"It's the same thing as what he spoke, but all this goes back billions of years...however, the general principles of being good are the same...be honorable  do what you were put here to do, try to stay out of other people's shit, and you'll keep the the spirit world happy!"


SANDY

"So, they're always up there watching...huh?"


BRIAN

"Oh yea, watching us grow our little grapes, loving each other...making approval..."


SANDY

"So, what else should we be doing?"


BRIAN

"Just believe in yourself, those around you, be family with the the spirit world, don't ever, ever ignore their authority or opinion...really important...save your life, make you rich, bring you down, make you bitch!"


SANDY

"Your too cute with that shit, but I'll remember that...makes sense!"


BRIAN

"Just like...when I see you smile...all the things I've been through in my past start to make sense...always figured there was someone like you, just never thought you'd come into my life like this...it's all coming together, like it was all planned out long time ago!"


SANDY

"No offense, but all this is getting too deep for me...hey, why don't you grab a shovel and make the spirit world happy till your tractor gets here, move a little dirt around?"


BRIAN

"Have you turned into the crew leader around here, yes Mam...right away!


SANDY

"Not only will you being moving dirt, but I take advantage of my workers by having them satisfy me several times a day!"


BRIAN LOOKING UP AT THE SKY


BRIAN

"Hey guys, nothing new there!"



(scene close)

Wine Mama (30)-Needy Greedy

                   Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013

WINE MAMA (30)

NEEDY GREEDY

INT: ERIC SCHMIDT COMPOUND-MOUNTAIN VIEW, CALIFORNIA-8:30 AM

SCHMIDT SITTING AT TABLE, ATTEMPTING TO DIG CASHEWS OUT OF SALAD

SCHMIDT

"Why can't they just separate these little bastards, why am I forced to hunt for them?"

PAUL ZIMMERMAN-BUSINESS ASSOCIATE

"They just throw them in as garnishment Eric, they're not suppose to be the main course...just ask them to set your nuts to the side!"

SCHMIDT

"Who is that I have in there this week, that Paul Prudomme, whatever his name is?"

ZIMMERMAN

"A world class chef from New Orleans, he's quite good!"

SCHMIDT

"And he will be going back to New Orleans at this rate..."

ZIMMERMAN

"Quit, being such a prick, so he added a few cashews?"

SCHMIDT

"Zimmerman...I'm not doing well with this salad...but with this Cyncl out there, knowing that he's out there running around...no telling what's gotten into his mind, that crazy loony-tuned head of his...he could be walking up to my front door with a bazooka for all I know!"

ZIMMERMAN

"If we're lucky, he'll be carrying a big white flag, with an apology note from his Mother!"

SCHMIDT

"So, what if our glory boy doesn't show up, shall we just go about our plans without him?"

ZIMMERMAN

"It's hard to say, at this point, nobody knows anything, the commoner's are just squabbling amongst themselves, nobody seems to have anything on anybody, so why push it?"

SCHMIDT

"So, all this fuss and squabble is over nothing, without merit?"

ZIMMERMAN

"Hey, it was you that proclaimed that it was nothing more than thirty-five acres of dead vines, and who gives a shit...they have another auction coming up next month with all kinds of goodies, and failed farming operations, loans due, families loosing everything they have...the stuff you live for!"

SCHMIDT

"Yes, yes...and is it really our fault that we pointed out the necessity to place one's property in public domain to save the planet, and that poor defenseless ugly little Pup-Fish?"

SCHMIDT AND ZIMMERMAN LAUGHING

ZIMMERMAN

"I've heard of a Pup-Fish, but I'll be damned if I've ever seen one!"

SCHMIDT

"Does it bark, will it fetch, will it roll over, will it come to you when you call it over?"

ZIMMERMAN

"No sir, you must admit...Eco-Trends has been very good to us...all we have to do is point out a purpose, establish that immediate action must be taken or the earth may die, and collect their land deeds by mandate!"

SCHMIDT

"It will all be ours eventually, I agree...we have done quite well with the little game plan..."

ZIMMERMAN

"A little devious here and there, but hey...it is just a small part of the master plan!"

SCHMIDT

"You know Zimmerman...I look forward, to one day, being able to look at that big aquarium over there and see it fully stockpiled with Pup-Fish!"

ZIMMERMAN

"I can see that happening...no doubt..."

SCHMIDT

My Iguana IKE will eat well, he was always fond of seafood...and maybe if I fatten him up, he to may give his life to the dinner table...that big overstuffed lizard becomes the feast!"

ZIMMERMAN AND SCHMIDT LAUGHING

ZIMMERMAN

"How do you like your lizard anyway, braised or steamed?"

SHOWING CLOSE UP OF IKE THE IGUANA, DOING A DOUBLE-TAKE

ZIMMERMAN AND SCHMIDT LAUGHING AGAIN

(scene switch)

FBI CENTRAL OFFICE-SACRAMENTO, CALIFORNIA-9 AM

CHIEF AGENT LARRY O'BRIAN ASSEMBLES LAST MOMENT MEETING WITH PRINCIPLE WEST COAST AGENTS CLIFF MARKOV AND ADAM PERRY

CHIEF O'BRIAN

"Thank you gentlemen for showing up on such short notice, but our information and surveillance gathering on this Robert Cyncl has come to a crossroads."

AGENT PERRY

"Well, I'll hand it to him...he's smart, allowing his phones to go dead, there are no records of credit card activity, so about all we can do is wait this out the way I see it!"

AGENT MARKOV

"In a situation like this, we just wait for disparity to set in, it's only a matter of time before he makes a wrong move and exposes himself!"

CHIEF O'BRIAN

"So, we just sit this one out as far as Cyncl goes...that I will agree with, however, we have taps and connected sources that point toward certain affiliations with the Modesto Sheriff's department, a non-profit group called Eco-Trends, funded primarily through Google cooperatives, which trend toward confiscation of properties based on data collected from something called the Forest Collaborative which suggest which properties be mandated to be returned to nature,"

AGENT PERRY

"So, they come in, show cause and reason for the action, file an action through the EPA, that concludes that a mandate for evacuation of property be implemented, right?"

AGENT MARKOV

"Yea, this was common about ten years ago when a predatory threat was placed against the Pup-Fish, which ultimately caused the closure of thousands of acres of sensitive wetlands in the upper Napa valley."

CHIEF O'BRIAN

"There were billions of dollars lost in this decision to close the upper dams, where there was no irrigation allowed, holding back water that would have normally sustained this one nearly extinct specimen of fish, even if it was just left alone to start with."

AGENT PERRY

"So, there was a second opinion, did anyone take a moment to dispute the data presented, didn't they realise they were starving these farmers out of their ability to produce?"

CHIEF O'BRIAN

"Now we see it, but exactly...problem is we couldn't connect the dots back then, with the non-profits, all intermixed, presenting themselves as environmental groups, and it wasn't until these same groups started coming back with private funds, buying these people out for a dime on a dollar, then turned around and exclaimed that the Pup-Fish was never in any real danger, no threat to their survival...then we assumed the conspiracy of undermining the century owned family properties which had been mandated to shut down operations...but there was more than that..."

AGENT MARKOV

"And the sad part of it all, cause I remember all this now, is that they didn't tell them right to their face to seize operations, but rather they just shut down their water supply, their source of irrigation, knowing full well, that over the course of time, their farms would dry up and shrivel up, knowing also..."

AGENT PERRY

"That most already had outstanding bank and farming loans...I mean they couldn't even get permits from the EPA to drill because they were following the suggestions from Eco-Trends...what could they do, the ecological data was presented as the gospel, the EPA could only stand by since they didn't have any time, nor funding to put together a blind study...they couldn't petition the courts without solid evidence, which had already been verified and filed into the system by Doctor Rays and one Eric Schmidt, a concerned environmental billionaire to the Google empire."

AGENT MARKOV

"So, where does Cyncl come into this, we've gotten way off the subject here?"

CHIEF O'BRIAN

"From what we know, he was their goon...use'd to orchestrate the take down of a little thirty five acre property in Modesto, owner by a one Sandy Hudson, called the Hudson Vineyard...seems like he was brought in to obtain and set up the crew to do the hit...when that failed, his bosses forced him to turn himself into the authorities, where upon he ran, and that's pretty much where we're at now!"

AGENT PERRY

"So, we just wait?"

CHIEF O'BRIAN

"Yes gentlemen, we just wait!"

(scene switch)

INT: BRIAN"S HOUSE-COMPUTER ROOM-10 AM

PLAYING HOOKY FROM WORK, BRIAN DECIDES TO DEVOTE HIS TIME TO THE VINEYARD

BRIAN

"Hey Sandy, I'm going over to the vineyard this morning, I'm having two truck loads of top-soil delivered, did you you wanna come?"

SANDY

"Wow, your actually inviting me back to my place, the war zone, are you sure it's safe?"

BRIAN

"About as safe as it will ever be...hey I wanted to ask you, does that little Ditch Witch bulldozer thing work...the one parked behind the barn?"

SANDY

"Frank bought that thing second-hand from someone down the street...I remember seeing him use it once, but he didn't have the manual and couldn't figure out the levers, ended up knocking down a Lemon tree and then it rolled full blast into the back fence...finally Frank caught up to it, and just turned the thing off...not sure how it ended up behind the barn?"

BRIAN

"So, he didn't know how to drive the sucker, is that the way he approached things, he could have mowed your house down with that thing?"

SANDY

"Look...Frank was my first Love, he became an architect, he drew pipes and stuff...he was a good husband to me, honorable, always remembered our anniversary...he will always be Frank to me, now unlike you Mister Hollywood, moving into my life with all these ideas, dreams, and passions, your just so damn full of yourself!"

BRIAN

"Let me explain it from my angle...Frank would be the guy I would contract to do my pipes, my plumbing, to pick and choose what I needed, to design and put the project together...that's it!"

SANDY

"So, your go to man would be Frank, for that particular project?"

BRIAN

"Right, for that project...but when you go and expand your ideas to say a restaurant  a club, a bar, growing grapes...whatever, you must be able to have a broad range of vision on the overall concept, who you employ, what your budgets are, where can you get commercial credit, where's your cash flow coming from, where is it best put, it's like a symphony, and I am the conductor!" 

SANDY

"But, how did you get so gifted in all these areas, you make it look effortless?"

BRIAN

"A lot of trial and failure, learning from mistakes, and hanging around quality people in the business who were willing to share their experiences with me...that helps a lot!"

SANDY

"So, no simple solutions, no schools to attend, just get out there and plug away!"

BRIAN

Look for people who are attentive, full of possibilities...for instance you, you are like a specific piece of the orchestra, a your like a fine violin...plucked gently, you make beautiful sounds...but played too aggressively you sound like Jack Benny practicing in his bungalow!"

SANDY

"I saw the Jack Benny show a couple of times, so he played like that?"

BRIAN

"Actually, Jack wasn't bad...you have to be able to start out playing something someone recognizes to fuck it up properly...he was a genius with his musical bits and his dry-wit!"

SANDY

"So, he was really absorbed with the way the whole act appeared?"

BRIAN

"Back then, that was real show business...because of the times, the war and all, people just wanted to be entertained, get their mind off of things, they just wanted escape!"

SANDY

"So, where does that place you?"

BRIAN

"Economizing, using resources on hand, thinking things out, then sticking to the plan...hardest part of the business..."

SANDY

"So, you see me as an opportunity?"

BRIAN

"Yea, what's wrong with that?"

SANDY

"Nothing, just validating my purpose, why your in my life, making it all dreamy and stuff!"

BRIAN

"So, your saying...you find me dreamy?"

SANDY

"Oh yea, your like my knight with the Love van...who dares the odds, perceives the challenge, and allows me to tag along for the ride, because after all...I am a girl with opportunity  driving off the untraveled road, pulling off the unimaginable, all that shit fascinates me...I feel like a Queen sometimes the way you spoil me...but at least your humble about it...in that, I feel lucky...what girl wouldn't want to be a part of your dream?"

BRIAN

"Wow, you ramble with such finesse my dear...you surprise me!"

SANDY

"Your not a criminal for stealing my heart, it's just...that I've never met anybody like you...you know, you make me feel important, like a key figure in all this, showing me purpose, I know I'm a very lucky girl!

BRIAN

"We've both been blessed...that's for sure..."

SANDY

"So, what time do the big trucks show up?"

BRIAN

"About eleven, let's boogie!"

SANDY

"You want to eat something?"

BRIAN

"Yea...you, come here!"

SANDY SQUEALING

BRIAN

"I can make us some breakfast when we get over there..."

SANDY

"You could also show me how to pluck my strings?"

BRIAN

"I'll tune you up!"

SANDY

"Practice makes perfect..."

scene ends 

Wine Mama (29)-Ducking And Plucking

Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013

WINE MAMA (29)

DUCKING AND PLUCKING

INT: DAY'S INN-AMY'S ROOM-TUESDAY-8 AM

CYNCL AWAKES TO SEE HUGE IMAGE OF HIMSELF ON THE TV HE'S TIED TO

LOOKING OVER, HE SEE'S AMY GOING THROUGH HIS WALLET

AMY

"Downloading videos for Martha, huh?"

CYNCL

"Well, it was a side-line!"

AMY

"Your the CEO of "You Tube", your a very, very wanted man...what in the world am I going to do with you?"

AMY STANDING UP AND WALKING OVER, PRESSING HER BARE FOOT AGAINST HIS FACE

CYNCL

"You could start off by untying me first!"

AMY

"Untie you...I should have them come over and grab your ass as you are, TV and all...but wait, I think, I just think we could make a deal here first!"

CYNCL

"What kind of deal?"

AMY

"What does freedom cost for scum buckets like yourself?"

CYNCL

"I guess a lot, depending on what you've done..."

AMY NOW STOMPING HER FOOT AGAINST HIS FACE

AMY

"Well, you know what you did, probably a lot we'll never know about, but you know what you did, so what's the deal?"

CYNCL

"Look, I can probably get you three-hundred, but we would have to go to the bank...I have lots of accounts that don't have my name attached to them."

AMY

"I don't trust you, lying little scumbag!"

CYNCL

"What's not to trust?"

AMY

"You'll run on me, how do I know that you can make good on anything you say?"

CYNCL

"I don't know, have me sign something, let's make a pact, marry me!"

AMY

"I thought you were already married?"

CYNCL

"I've never been married, just like I've never done videos for Martha Stewart..."

AMY

"I'm crushed, I'm really moved by your line of bullshit you've fed me!"

CYNCL

"Look, it's a lot more complicated than what you think...there are properties involved, vineyards, big money on the table...which is much bigger than anything I could ever conceive of...lives are at stake because of the greediness!"

AMY

"I can be greedy, too!"

CYNCL

"Yea, but it's a one-shot, then you'll get drawn into this by association...there is no where to run to, no where to go, no where to hide."

AMY

"So, turning you in would make me a hero..."

TAKING HER FOOT OFF HIS FACE, LEAVING AN IMPRINT

"I'll be back!"

AMY WALKING OUT OF THE ROOM, CYNCL HAS ALREADY UNDONE ALL HIS KNOTS, PULLING THE ROPES AWAY, HE HURRIEDLY GRABS ALL HIS STUFF AND TAKES OFF DOWN THE STREET, GRABBING A CAB DOWN ON THE CORNER

CABBIE

"Where are we going today Mister?"

CYNCL

"Denny's!"

CABBIE

"Hey pal, hate to cut the trip short, but the Denny's is right across the street, what...you got a problem with intersections?

CYNCL

"No, I mean the Denny's in Eureka, got some great danish strudel down there!"

CABBIE

"So, let me get this right, you want me to take you to the Denny's in Eureka to get some danish strudel...I'm smelling a runner here, a rat on the run..."

CYNCL GOING INTO SECRET COMPARTMENT OF HIS WALLET

PULLS OUT TWENTY FIVE PERFECTLY PRESSED ONE HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS

PEELS ONE OFF AND THROWS IT INTO CABBIE'S FRONT SEAT

CYNCL

"Well, I hate being called a rat, but I want my strudel, let's get to Eureka..."

CABBIE

"Okay boss, sorry about that, but I get all kind of drifters around here, let's go get that strudel, where you from anyway?"

CYNCL

"Martha's Vineyard!"

(scene switch)

AMY WALKING BACK TO MOTEL ROOM WITH SECURITY GUARD, GUN DRAWN

AMY

"And I give to you Robert Cyncl!"

GUARD LOOKING DOWN AT PILE OF ROPES AROUND TV STAND

GUARD

"Well, he either turned into a pile of ropes or he's playing Houdini with you, cause whoever you said this was, had a change of plans...looks like he's already checked out!"

AMY

"I don't believe this shit, he must have already been loose the whole time, he could have attacked me any minute!"

GUARD

"Mam, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but do you have any proof, anything...showing that he was here?"

AMY LOOKING AROUND ROOM, SPOTS BUSINESS CARD ON FLOOR, PICKS IT UP

SAYS DENNY'S RESTAURANT-CRESCENT CITY, CALIFORNIA

SHE SLAMS IT DOWN

AMY

"What is this, I'm telling you sir, he was here with me all last night...I picked him up from Eugene, he bought me gas, paid for dinner and the room..."

GUARD

"And in return for his favors you tied him to a TV stand, hell girl...I would have left, too!"

AMY

"Well, it was an agreement to keep him in his place, keep him off the bed!"

GUARD

"Right, you know Miss..."

AMY

"Cromwell, Amy Cromwell."

GUARD

"Well Miss Cromwell, we don't allow pets in here."

AMY

"It wasn't a pet...it was Robert Cyncl, the CEO of "You Tube"!"

GUARD

"Yes Miss Cromwell, well I have to go do my rounds now...if you find any evidence that Mister Cyncl was in attendance last night...by all means, let me know...oh by the way, check out is at eleven o' clock, unless you want to pay for another day, let the desk know...be good Miss Cromwell!"

GUARD SHUTTING DOOR, AMY FALLS INTO BED CRYING

(scene close)