Friday, July 12, 2013

Wine Mama (23)-Going Home


Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013



WINE MAMA (23)


GOING HOME



EXT: MODESTO GENERAL HOSPITAL-PATIENT PICK-UP-FRIDAY-9 AM


SANDY IS BEING BROUGHT OUT TO BRIAN'S VAN IN WHEELCHAIR

BRIAN'S STANDING BESIDE VAN, DOOR OPEN


BRIAN

"Hey my sexy wounded warrior, what next on your agenda...wild pigs, rabid raccoon's?"


SANDY LAUGHING

SANDY

"Yea, bring 'em on, I'll take their ass down!"


DOCTOR SILVER APPROACHING BRIAN

DOCTOR SILVER

"Mister Cashman, here is some Amoxicillian for any infections and some codeine here to stave off any sharp pains...let me know if you see any unusual puss or accumulation around the puncture area...wipe the wound with a sterile cloth, take her temperature, call me if you see any discoloration, okay?


BRIAN

"Okay Doc, but why such focus here, is she still really that unstable?


DOCTOR SILVER

"Dirty arrow, lot's of mixed bacteria, fecal matter within the muscle tissue, guy's never washed themselves."


BRIAN

"Well that's it...I'm going to make sure the next time we get attacked by lunatics that I pass out the handi-wipes first!


DOCTOR SILVER

"You take care Miss Hudson, I think your in good hands with Mister Cashman here..."


SANDY LAUGHING


SANDY

"You got that right...thanks Doc!"


BRIAN DRIVING AWAY WITH SANDY

BRIAN

"So, did you miss me?"


SANDY

"Yes and no..."


BRIAN

"What's that suppose to mean?"


SANDY

"Well I miss the great food, the sex, getting my back and foot massages...but on the other hand, your just a fucking troublemaker, it just kind of follows you around like a lonely dog...so much turmoil and friction and shit...all these strange people who envy you, they're jealousy of your success...your just too damn cool for your britches!"


BRIAN

"Look...I don't stress out on life or it's challenges...I just deal with shit as it shows itself...like playing cards, you just have to play the hand that your dealt!"


SANDY

"But that's not fair...then why do all the assholes have all the big money?"


BRIAN

"See, that's what you and most people fail to see...it's all that greed factor stuff that clouds up your purpose...I mean, money is great, it allows you to get things, projects started, goals achieved  but it's not the end-all."


SANDY

"So, your saying...it clouds up intentions?"


BRIAN

"Exactly, your goals should be straight forward, not just for having things...that's why ninety percent of lottery winners are broke in five years...no purpose, I mean...you can only buy so much stuff, and you still have to maintain it, but with no game plan  your just sitting there with all this idle coin, accumulated possessions, feeling disgusted with yourself!"


SANDY

"Your so smart, I'm envious, I'm literally disgusted with being within me!"


BRIAN

Yea, but don't you see...that's different...that's education, bringing up your self-esteem, your bank of knowledge, that's all on you girl, don't give me your pity party about not knowing...just know that money will not buy you out of this, can't even buy you Love..."


SANDY

"Like the Grinch?"


BRIAN

Exacto-mundo my sweet, look at this piece of shit coming down to Hooville and taking away all their rattlers and tattlers, and look at the crap that Cindy Hoo who was only two had to go through..."


SANDY

"Alright...stop it...I get it now...they were all still happy even after the Grinch trashed the place!"


BRIAN

"And who saved the day for Hooville, not mention the patience of the audience?"


SANDY

"The Grinch?"


BRIAN

"No...it was that little fucked up dog that everyone fell in Love with, the antagonist...here this poor dog had to hang around this asshole and he still found some form of happiness...that's just like real life, you deal with the hand that was dealt you..."


SANDY

"And I always thought that it was Cindy Hoo that as missing the boat!"


BRIAN

"No, Cindy Hoo ended up being a pole dancer at the Pink Bikini!"


SANDY

"And I'll bet she was damn proud at what she did, too!"


BRIAN

"Hey, by the way, one of my business partners is in town, you want to meet him?"


SANDY

"Maybe after I sleep a bit...that hospital shit...doctors, nurses, who knows who, always coming in touching and poking you, just wore me out!"


BRIAN

"Well, I've got him over in the guest room, cause you know, I really don't want to leave you at the vineyard, and he is basically the reason I got started doing the restaurant thing anyway, cause that's how I got interested in wanting to make Port Vodka in the first place..."


SANDY

"I know I'm under medication, but I have no clue what you just said, your making no sense?"


BRIAN

"Too much information, a little too quick?"


SANDY

"If I'm correct, I think you want me to sleep in the van again?"


BRIAN

"No...not at all...it means, you'll be sleeping with me tonight..."


SANDY

"Gee Big Sailor, thought you would never ask?"


BRIAN

"Well, you know, I was getting around to it...you took an arrow for me...so I figured, hey, she's a keeper..."

SANDY TRYING TO SLAP HIM


SANDY

"A keeper...you bastard..."


BRIAN PULLING INTO DRIVEWAY, OPENING DOOR


BRIAN

"Ready, put your bags in your lap."


PUTTING HIS ARMS UNDER HER AND PICKING HER OUT OF THE VAN SEAT


SANDY

"God, this is so romantic!"


BRIAN

"You took an arrow for me girl, I'm at your service for as long as you need me..."


SANDY

"Forever?"


BRIAN

"Staring to look that way..."


WALKING INTO ENTRYWAY

SEE'S NOTE ON TABLE FROM JAMES CANNON

NOTE SAY: WENT TO SACRAMENTO TO VISIT OLD GIRLFRIEND  I'LL BE BACK LATER, WILL CALL FIRST, JAMES


SANDY

"So, where's your friend?"


BRIAN

"Having a little fun, catching up on some old acquaintances ..hey, I can't blame him...well, it looks like we have the place to ourselves..."


SANDY SMILING

SANDY

"Take me to your Whoville, show me your rattlers and tattlers.


BRIAN

"Are you Cindy Hoo...the pole dancer...I swear you look older in person!"


SANDY

"Sailor boy, come to aid, I am free of arrows and hungry for Love..."


BRIAN

"God, am I gonna survive this or what?"


MASTER BEDROOM DOOR CLOSES



scene ends








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