Wine Mama (24)-Screw the Codiene

 Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013

WINE MAMA (24)

SCREW THE CODEINE

EXT: VANCOUVER EXECUTIVE AIRPORT-6 PM

SHOWING SMALL LEAR JET CARRYING ROBERT CYNCL LANDING

AS HE GETS OFF PLANE, A LIMO PULLS UP

THUG LOOKING GUY GETS OUT OF LIMO APPROACHING JET

THUG

"Hey you...Cyncl, come here!"

CYNCL

"How can I help you...who might you be?"

THUG

"You fucking "You Tube" boob, get your ass in the car!"

GRABBING CYNCL BY THE BACK OF HIS SUIT, OPENS DOOR, THROWING HIM INTO THE BACK OF THE LIMO

REGAINING COMPOSURE, HE FINDS HIMSELF STARING AT HIS BOSS, GOOGLE EXECUTIVE CHAIRMAN-ERIC SCHMIDT

SCHMIDT

"Trying to run on me fucker...this nickel and dime shit over this thirty-five acres of dead vines has made you wanted boy...what in the hell am I suppose to do with you?"

CYNCL

"What was I thinking sir...how was I to know that Bear's where going to eat my henches...I was just following orders, everything got out of hand, what did you want me to do sir?"

SCHMIDT

"Face the music...they don't have you on nothing more than conspiracy shit...just plead the fifth, do a testimony, make some flagrant statements, show some remorse, get on with your silly little video feeds, just get on with the day man, just get on with the day!"

CYNCL

"I don't know sir, I got cold feet, I wasn't thinking straight...I was working off emotion, just had to get out of there!"

SCHMIDT

"Problem is kid...you've got too much clout, too much influence, all they have to do is follow that stupid money trail you've left behind, you know the saying...follow the money, now the money is following you!"

CYNCL

"Sir, really...I think this was all ill-conceived, what was I suppose to do?"

SCHMIDT

"Try thinking, you fucking turd...you've placed shame on my "You Tube" sub and now I have to figure out how to keep everything we worked for in check without killing your ass first...ha, what would you do...give me a break!"

CYNCL STARING AT FLOOR OF LIMO, TEARS IN HIS EYES

CYNCL

"No sir, I'm serious, what would you have me do?"

SCHMIDT

"I would buy the senate off, put the FCC on notice, call the boys at National Science up and tell them you'll divulge everything, plead insanity...the fact is, we might be keeping our eyes on the people who encompass the social network, but I'll be damned if any of this is going to come back and bite me in the ass!"

CYNCL

"You not answering my question...sir?"

SCHMIDT

"I'll answer your question...you butt-fuck...I'm putting you back on that jet you just got off of and sending you back to Mountain View, where you will get off the jet, turn your sorry ass in ,and face the music...understand?"

CYNCL

"That's it...I was scheduled to transfer to Austria, I mean...nobody would have found me?"

SCHMIDT WAVING THUG OVER

SCHMIDT

"Make sure Mister Cyncl gets on his plane back to Mountain View will you...as a matter of fact, why don't you ride with him, just in case he should fall out of the plane or something!"

THUG

"Anything else sir?"

SCHMIDT

"Yes, if Mister Cyncl gets cold feet and does decide to jump out of the plane, make sure you take that weapon of yours and blow his brains out on the way down...understand?"

THUG GRABBING CYNCL

"Come on you piece of shit, meetings over...let's go!"

SCHMIDT

"Have a nice trip Robert, I'll make sure to contact your friends in Austria and tell them you had a sudden change of plans, think of this as a guilt trip...goodbye Mister Cyncl!"

(scene switch)

(next day)

INT: BRIAN'S HOUSE-MONDAY 6 AM

SANDY HOBBLING AROUND ON CRUTCHES, GOING INTO BRIAN'S COMPUTER WHERE WHERE HE IS WORKING

SANDY

"Morning Big Boy...talk about rehabilitation..."

BRIAN

"Yea, you got pretty crazy with stuff last night...now that was a workout!"

SANDY

Hey, did the Doc leave me anything?"

BRIAN

"Some codeine tablets, but be careful with this stuff, you can easily form your life around it!"

SANDY

"Just feeling stiff...that's all...well I'm getting these shooting pains, but it will probably go away, if I could stay away from you for a day or two..."

BRIAN

"Hey you instigated, I'm just being a dude!"

SANDY

"Yea, that's the problem..."

BRIAN

"What's that?"

SANDY

"I like it when your just being a dude!"

BRIAN

"Look, I like my women, like I like my Port!"

SANDY

"What's that?"

BRIAN

"Straight up!"

SANDY

"Fuck the codeine..."

SHOWING CRUTCHES FALLING TO FLOOR

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