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)