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
scene close
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
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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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