Wine Mama (41)-Lasting Impressions

Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013

WINE MAMA (41)

LASTING IMPRESSIONS

INT: ERIC SCHMIDT COMPOUND-MOUNTAIN VIEW, CALIFORNIA-WED-10 AM

SCHMIDT FINALLY MEETING HIS RECENTLY CONTRACTED PAIR OF GERMAN ASSASSINS FOR A MEETING ALONG WITH ZIMMERMAN

SCHMIDT

"It would seem to me that it's just a timing thing, always time which get's in the way of our little plans...I mean, you can't just hang around over there without sticking out...these two are very perceptive, you just need to find them and corner them, surprise them, do the deed, get rid of the evidence...Mister Boris, how do you propose to handle things?"

BORIS

"We knock on door and shoot them...Devlin wait for back door to open if other runs out back way!"

SCHMIDT

"Well, that's assuming you know where they're at...they have several places they usually hang out...maybe the vineyard, Brian's house, or over at the Gator Tail restaurant which Brian owns...finding where you can catch both of them together seems to be a matter of luck...which our previous agents didn't quite master, resulting in death and failure, which leads me into my complete trust that you gentlemen are tried and trued professionals...you waste nobody's time...is my constant harping on the importance of timing quite clear...but then...I'm sure you have your own way of doing things, don't you? 


BORIS

"Yes...we surprise them, then shoot them, you have pictures?"


ZIMMERMAN

"Yea, here's a picture of Brian, and here's one of Miss Hudson...she goes by Sandy."


BORIS

"Why you have so much trouble taking them down...seems like common people, pretty easy?"


ZIMMERMAN

"Like the boss man was saying...bad timing, inexperienced people, didn't follow details..."


SCHMIDT

I'm becoming more and more convinced that it must be a higher power...as though the big Holy hand comes down to break things up at the last minute...who knows!"


BORIS

"Boris not believing in Holy hand...only believe in Boris with gun in hand!"


SCHMIDT

"Now that I like...a little confidence ..that's something I haven't heard in a while...you please me, I'll tell you what, hang on the estate for a few days, be loose and enjoy my amenities...perhaps some ladies included, but please be nice to them, otherwise they will break your balls off and throw them into the Piranha tank...so we will focus on Saturday night for the hook-up with the Hudson clan."


ZIMMERMAN

"After Brian closes, he usually bee-lines back home, but keep your eye's on his arrival, he's been known to stray in other directions, use your best judgement!"


BORIS

"That sounds like good plan, Me and Devlin make like tourist, we take in fresh air, blend in, take pictures, look proud to be in America!"


SCHMIDT LAUGHING


SCHMIDT

"Boy, if these guys aren't the real deal, well...just let me see the results, that's all the fuck I care about...Zimmerman any comments here, got to close this out?"


ZIMMERMAN

"No, I think we're done here, I think we're good...well, good luck gentlemen."


SCHMIDT

"I'll be returning to Havana on Sunday...hopefully with this continuing migraine taken care of and out of the way!"


BORIS

"Boris make you happy, we all good now...


DEVLIN

"Ah, huh!"



(2 DAYS LATER)



INT: GATOR TAIL RESTAURANT-BRIAN'S OFFICE-SATURDAY-2 PM


BRIAN LOOKING ON MONITOR OF PACKED FRONT PARKING LOT

LOT ATTENDANTS WITH FLAGS ATTEMPTING TO DIRECT TRAFFIC

PEOPLE SITTING OUTSIDE ON COVERED BENCHES WAITING FOR THEIR TABLE TO BE CALLED


JOHN, HIS GENERAL MANAGER WALKS IN

JOHN

"Boss, it be chocka-block out there...big families, hope we don't run out of food today?"


BRIAN

"Yea, we should be alright, but it's going to be close..."


SUDDENLY SANDY WALKS IN OFFICE WEARING LITTLE COMPANY ISSUED GATOR-PRINT UNIFORM AND HAT

BRIAN DOES A DOUBLE-TAKE


SANDY

"Surprise big boy...Sandy Hudson reporting for duty!"


BRIAN

"Sandy, what the hell?"


JOHN

"She make me be quiet, hush, hush, she come by this morning and try on outfit, I don't say no, make you mad!"


SANDY

"I knew you were going to be busy today, heard that Sally wasn't here, so I wanted to help out!"


BRIAN

"Have you ever waited tables?"


SANDY

"At charity events and stuff, and John kinda showed me the ropes...I got the basics anyway..."


BRIAN

"Well, if it's okay with John, I have no problem with it...Miss Hudson...welcome to the Gator Tail, and John...John your a mess...you!"


JOHN

"I be a honorable mess...very sneaky, but Miss Sandy very convincing!"


BRIAN

"She's convincing all right..."



(6 HOURS LATER)



EXT: BRIAN'S HOUSE-ACROSS STREET-8 PM


BORIS AND DEVLIN WAITING IN CAR


BORIS

"I thinking we too early, but maybe they close late, I don't know, maybe we look at map, go to restaurant...just do job there?"


DEVLIN

"Ah-huh!"


BORIS STARTS CAR, STARTS DRIVING SOUTH, IN WRONG DIRECTION


(1 HOUR LATER)


BORIS FINALLY TURNING AROUND, DRIVING BACK THE WAY


BORIS

"Boris waste many liters of petrol, Boris feels bad...but this is America, Boss let me use gas card, Boris not so sad..."


(scene switch)


INT: GATOR TAIL RESTAURANT-MAIN ROOM-9 PM


SANDY WORKING FLOOR WITH SEVERAL OTHER WAITERS

SANDY WALKING OVER TO PICK-UP WINDOW, LEANING IN TO SEE BRIAN


SANDY

"Boy, this is some work, I mean everybody ask like they're starving to death?"


BRIAN

Maybe they are, always tell them to come hungry..."


SANDY

"Got two pick-up's for the Rosemary Gator Tail...hey, didn't we just invent that?"


BRIAN

"Yea, I'll have to make sure to cut you a commission check...get this, I've already went through two pounds of Rosemary!"


SANDY

"How much Gator Tail?"


BRIAN

"About a hundred and twenty pounds...about five gators..."


SANDY

"Gave their life to the cause...but I'm really thinking shoes, belts, and purses?"


BRIAN

"They just send me the meat, they keep all the durables to themselves...other markets...now if you don't mind, get your butt back out there, foods getting cold!"


SANDY

"Right away boss!"


JOHN CUTTING VEGETABLES ON BACK TABLE, TURNING TO BRIAN


JOHN

"You very lucky man, she complete your life."


BRIAN

"I know, it's really scares me how this all fell in to place."


JOHN

"You worried about downfall, change in feelings?"


BRIAN

"If we get this Port Vodka thing going, if we get it to market, I'm not sure if she could handle the success  or at least the pressure..."


JOHN

"Overwhelm her?"


BRIAN

"Driving her over the edge, that kind of fame destroys people!"


JOHN

"You'll see...Sandy's cool...she can handle it!"


BRIAN

"Sure hope I know what the hell I'm doing?"



(scene switch)


EXT: GATOR TAIL RESTAURANT-PARKING LOT-10 PM


BORIS AND DEVLIN FINALLY LOCATE THE GATOR TAIL

ATTEMPTING TO FIND PARKING SPOT

LOT TOTALLY FULL AS LATE NIGHT "FOODIES" ARE IN FULL PRESENCE, PEOPLE WALKING AROUND WITH TAKE-OUT BAGS, SOME DRUNK, SOME STILL WAITING TO GET IN BEFORE THE DOOR GETS LOCKED AT ELEVEN O'CLOCK

BORIS EXITS PARKING LOT, FINDING NO SLOT, ENDS UP PARKING ON SIDE OF THE ROAD ACROSS THE STREET


BORIS

"This probably work out better...easy escape, we go in, blend into crowd, wait for close, must locate first..."


DEVLIN

"Ah-huh!"


GETTING OUT OF CAR, THEY NEGOTIATE CROSS-TRAFFIC IN STREET, MAKING THEIR WAY TO THE LINE AT THE DOOR

JOHN FINALLY WORKS HIS WAY DOWN TO WHERE BORIS AND DEVLIN ARE STANDING


JOHN

"Good evening, you here for take-out or table?"


BORIS

"We stand with take-out."


JOHN

"Well if you get take-out, you have to stand with take-out out here, either that or you can wait for a table, maybe go to the bar and get a drink and wait for your take-out, which is it?"


BORIS


"We get drink from bar, stand with take-out!"


JOHN

"Look sir, you can't get take-out and stand at the bar...you can get a drink, then when your take-out is ready, you go...understand, it's all fire code rules and we're really packed tonight...no offense!"


BORIS

"We wait for table, me and my friend."


JOHN

"Okay, can't guarantee to get you one this late, but if there's an opening, I'll try to squeeze you in...okay, what's your name?"


BORIS

"Boris, they call me Boris."


JOHN

"Okay Boris, hang tight, I'll be back!"



BORIS OPENING JACKET, LOOKING AT PICTURES OF BRIAN AND SANDY

SCANNING THROUGH WINDOW, HE QUICKLY RECOGNIZES SANDY IN GATOR PRINT UNIFORM SERVING TABLES


BORIS

"There is girl, we keep eyes on her, now we need to find man...somewhere?"


DEVLIN

"Ah-huh!"


(1 HOUR LATER)


BORIS AND DEVLIN STILL STANDING IN SAME PLACE-11 PM


BORIS

"Boris needs to pee, this not good!"


JOHN WALKING UP TO DOOR WITH KEYS TO LOCK UP

BORIS KNOCKS ON GLASS


JOHN

"Hey look, I'm really sorry, but nothing opened up...you almost have to come early or have a reservation and Saturday's are a zoo!"


BORIS

"Boris understand, can we use restroom?"


JOHN

"Well usually no, but...well okay, come on, but make it quick!"


BORIS AND DEVLIN ENTER RESTROOM, AFTER URINATING, BORIS POINTS TO TOILET SEATS


BORIS

"We stand up on toilet seats, close doors, we wait!"


DEVLIN

"Ah-huh!"


(30 MINUTES LATER)


RESTAURANT STARTS TO SLOWLY EMPTY OUT

JOHN STARTS MAKING ROUNDS, CHECKING FOR STRAGGLERS

OPENS UP BATHROOM MAIN ENTRANCE DOOR, QUICKLY SCANS UNDER STALLS FOR FEET, SEE'S NONE, GOES BACK TO KITCHEN

BORIS AND DEVLIN BOTH SQUATTING FROZEN ON TOP OF TOILET SEATS

BRIAN CLEANING POTS IN KITCHEN


BRIAN

"Boy, that was a record breaker tonight, one hundred and forty six pounds of Gator Tail out of what?"


JOHN

"Boss, we had a hundred and fifty pounds...we cut it close."


BRIAN

"I'll take two home, you take two home...deal?"


JOHN

"Yes...good, delivery on Sunday at seven am on Fed-Ex, I be here to receive, okay?"


BRIAN

That sounds good, finish up these pots and I'll get started on the receipts..."  


SANDY DRAGGING INTO KITCHEN, HAIR ALL MESSED UP


BRIAN

"Let's see what that pretty new waitress made in the tip jar?"


SANDY

"Boy, next time I use the word pooped out, just bend me over your lap and spank me...now that was a workout there...I think these shoes are too small, my feet...they turned blue!"


BRIAN

"Actually, what happens is your feet swell up, that's why we have you sit down once in a while...blood get's trapped down there, circulate them dogs..."


SANDY

"It wasn't a while enough...but I have a whole new respect for people that actually do this for a living!"


BRIAN

"You didn't have to, but I want you to know that I thank you, I'm very honored that you came and chipped in."


SANDY

"Yea, I heard about Sally leaving."


BRIAN

"She didn't leave...she pulled a muscle in her leg, or her butt...somewhere, she's just going to be out for a couple of days, that's all I know...so how's your count?"



SANDY DIGGING THROUGH APRON, COUNTING ONE'S, FIVE'S, AND A TWENTY


SANDY

"Wow, I've got two hundred and sixty-two dollars, and that's just in the apron!"


BRIAN

"You'll probably close out on three, that's kinda of the average for a Saturday!"



BORIS AND DEVLIN SLOWLY COMING OFF TOILET SEATS, PULLING WEAPONS

SLOWLY OPENING BATHROOM DOOR, MAKING THEIR WAY OUT INTO HALLWAY

PEERING AROUND CORNER, BORIS WAVING HAND TO FOLLOW

THEY BOTH WALK OVER TO THE INSIDE OPENING OF KITCHEN DOOR

JOHN WALKS OUT WITH COLLECTION BIN, PROCEEDS TO START CLEANING DISHES OFF TABLES, WITH JOHN'S BACK TURNED TO THEM, DEVLIN WALKS UP FROM BEHIND AND ATTEMPTS TO STRANGLE JOHN

SANDY HEARS STRUGGLE AND WALKS OUT WITH HUGE FRYING SKILLET, COMES UP TO THE BACK OF DEVLIN AND BONKS HIM ON THE HEAD

DEVLIN PAUSES, PHASED, LOOKS AT SANDY, RAISES GUN AND FIRES AT A DUCKING SANDY, WHO TAKES SKILLET SIDEWAYS, HITTING HIM IN THE GROIN

BORIS HAS ALREADY ENTERED KITCHEN  WALKING BACKWARDS AS BORIS CLOSES IN, RAISES GUN SHOOTING BRIAN IN THE STOMACH

AS BRIAN FALLS TO FLOOR, CLICK HEARD FROM BEHIND BORIS

AS HE STARTS TO TURN AROUND, SANDY SHOOTS HIM IN THE HEAD WITH HER FORTY-FIVE, KILLING HIM INSTANTLY 

JOHN IN NEXT ROOM HOLDS DEVLIN IN CHECK BEATING HIM ON THE HEAD WITH THE SKILLET EVERY TIME HE TRIES TO GET UP


SANDY

"Oh no Brian, no Brian...hang in there babe!"


BRIAN LOSING LOTS OF BLOOD, EYES ROLLED BACK IN HIS HEAD, SHAKING


BRIAN

"Damn, that bullet's a hot one, fuck, you okay Sandy?"


SANDY

"Guns are like that, they serve up everything warm...just hang tight, got the medics coming, feelin like shit, huh?"


BRIAN

"Who are they?"


SANDY

"If I'm right, probably the latest round from the mobsters, they were definitely after us, I don't think they were here to rob the place?"


AMBULANCE AND MODESTO POLICE SHOW UP AT THE SAME TIME

THEY TAKE BRIAN IN FOR SURGERY TO MODESTO GENERAL

DEVLIN GETS CUFFED, BORIS GOES TO THE MORGUE

SANDY AND JOHN MEET UP AT THE HOSPITAL


(6 HOURS LATER)


INT:MODESTO GENERAL-WAITING ROOM-6 AM


DOCTOR SILVER WALKING UP TO SANDY AND JOHN

DOCTOR SILVER

"We retrieved the bullet, but he had massive blood loss, so we gave him a couple of units, sedated him, however he probably won't be coherent until later this afternoon."


SANDY

"So, he's going to be okay?"


DOCTOR SILVER

"Oh sure, but it's a gunshot wound...it pierced his internal tract in several places...but if watches his diet and takes it easy, he could probably be up and around in a couple of days...I don't see any problems!"


JOHN

"Sandy, come on...let Brian rest now...have to go to restaurant to receive deliveries!"


SANDY

"Let me come...I want to help out..."


JOHN

"I don't know Sandy, you sure...I have help show up for morning, you need sleep now?"


SANDY

"No, no...I'm coming, so just deal with it okay?"


JOHN

"Okay, we go..."



(scene switch)



INT: MOUNTAIN VIEW EXECUTIVE TERMINAL-6 AM


CHIEF FBI AGENT O'BRIAN, AGENT MARKOV, AND AGENT PERRY WAITING BY BOARDING GATES

GRUMMAN THIRTY-FIVE SITTING OUT ON PAD, WINDING UP ENGINES

ERIC SCHMIDT AND OTHER BUSINESS ASSISTANTS APPROACH GATE

O'BRIAN AND AGENTS APPROACH SCHMIDT'S GROUP


CHIEF O'BRIAN

"Hello Mister Schmidt...we finally meet outside the boardroom, ah...we have some charges that we need you to answer to before you make your little trek to Cuba...or should I just say that you being placed under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, among'st a few other little faux paus to our legal system...your visa stops here, please come with us...boys, read him his rights!"


SCHMIDT

"But, I don't know of what you speak of, what I'm being accused of, I need to call my attorney..."


CHIEF O'BRIAN

"Right, right...you go on head and do that, good thinking, but for now, it's time for you to finally go home where you belong...come on!




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Wine Mama (40)-Early Buds

Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013

WINE MAMA (40)

EARLY BUDS

INT: GATOR TAIL RESTAURANT-KITCHEN-10 AM

BRIAN GOING OVER MENU WITH JOHN HIS GENERAL MANAGER

BRIAN

"...So Sandy's picking all this Rosemary and I figured...can't let this go to waste, so I cut it up and stuck the sprigs kind of sticking out like..."

JOHN

"...Like a Porcupine, look like spiny Porcupine?"

BRIAN

"Yea, like a spiny Porcupine, grilled it out, pulled the Rosemary out, and boy...was it good!"

JOHN

"You marinade with the Port?"

BRIAN

"Oh, of course, takes out the gaminess, really was surprised by the flavor...of course now I'm all out of Rosemary, but it grows back pretty quickly..."

JOHN

"So, you put it on menu now?"

BRIAN

"Sure, why not...we will have to come up with a name?"

JOHN

"You call it Prickly Gator Tail a La Rosemary."

BRIAN

"I don't know, cause we would have to pull the sprigs out before serving it, otherwise that stuff would get caught in your teeth, maybe just rake it out with a fork, I'll think of something."

JOHN

"Oh yea, we order more tomato paste for the sauce, extra vegetables coming in, need extra eggplant  we sell out quickly!"

BRIAN

"Guess you can't complain when business is good?"

JOHN

"One thing for sure..."

BRIAN

"What's that?"

JOHN

"No waste, no leftovers!"

BRIAN

"There you go!"

(scene switch)

INT: ZIMMERMAN'S YACHT "ATROCIOUS"-GALLEY-11 AM

ZIMMERMAN COMES DOWN TO THE GALLEY TO JOIN THE TWO NEW GERMAN ASSASSINS  BORIS AND DEVLIN FOR A BITE TO EAT

ZIMMERMAN SPOTS TEN EMPTY GERMAN BEER BOTTLES ON TABLE

ZIMMERMAN

"So Boris, you feel good now, I see you found the beer?"

BORIS

"Your out of German beer now, so try Moosehead...very weak!"

ZIMMERMAN

"I'll have to see what I can do about that."

BORIS

"So, what you need us for?"

ZIMMERMAN

"Your going to take down a couple, as in take them out for good...they are like stinking rats, just can't seem to get rid of them, they won't leave!"

BORIS

"Rats are dirty, but stinking rats are worse...Boris take care of dirty stinking rats...you give us location, we go take care of problem!"

ZIMMERMAN

"Good, good, like you attitude, straight forward...I'll call your boss and we'll make arrangements."

BORIS

"We get back on little boat now and go back to car, call us when your ready, have payment ready, say fifty thousand, you confirm?"

ZIMMERMAN CHOKING AFTER HEARING AMOUNT

ZIMMERMAN

"A bit more than I thought, but if you can get the job done, that's no problem...yea, let's get this done, so you take care, I'll be in touch..."

ZIMMERMAN SLAPPING DEVLIN ON BACK

ZIMMERMAN

"...It was nice meeting you too Devlin!"

DEVLIN GROWLING

BORIS

"Devlin, you no touch...he like animal!"

ZIMMERMAN

"Yea, I can kind of see that...hear it, too...hey Paul, give these two gentlemen a ride back to port, want you please?"

(scene switch)

EXT: HUDSON VINEYARDS-12 PM

SANDY DRIVES OVER TO VINEYARD

GOT FORTY-FIVE PISTOL STRAPPED TO HER WAIST LIKE ANNIE OAKLEY

GETS OUT OF LAND ROVER AND STARTS WALKING DOWN THE ROWS OF GRAPE VINES

LOOKING CLOSELY AT THE VINES, NOTICING THOUSANDS OF BUDS, STARTS SCREAMING IN JOY, CALLS BRIAN ON PHONE

SANDY

"Hey babe, took a drive over out to the vineyard and the vines are full of buds...isn't that cool?"

BRIAN

"No shit, this early...man, that's some good news!"

SANDY

"Yea, we touched them, cleaned them up, put some fresh dirt on their feet, gave 'em fresh food, and Loved on them, and wham...they're getting busy with it, just like you said!"

BRIAN

"That's great Sandy...I'm going to have to stop by after work and take a look...hey by the way, are you going to attempt cooking tonight?"

SANDY

"You sure you trust me...otherwise it's a toss up of Spaghetti-o's or peanut butter and jelly...I mean Brian, I'd hate to burn the house down trying to show off or anything...I'm not there yet, you hear me?"

BRIAN

"Yea, your probably right, I'll bring something from work, anyway, the early buds are the best news I've heard in a while...now get your butt back to the house, you know I don't like you over there by yourself!"

SANDY

"Oh, don't worry about me...got my trusty forty-five strapped on...nobody messing with this girl!"

BRIAN

"Well actually, I was more concerned with the welfare of the animals...they always seem to turn up dead when your around...we'll go back over there later, now go!"

SANDY

"All right worry wart, I'll see you this evening, Love ya, bye!"

BRIAN

"Love you too, bye!"

(scene switch) 



INT: FBI CENTRAL OFFICE-SACRAMENTO-CHIEF O'BRIANS'S OFFICE


CHIEF O'BRIAN IN HIS OFFICE WITH AGENT CLIFF MARKOV AND AGENT TONY PERRY GOING OVER NOTES AND TRANSCRIPTS OF DETECTIVE SHELLY SMITH'S HIDDEN RECORDINGS


O'BRIAN

"I just couldn't find any convincing statements pinning together anything conclusive...I need intent, something that would bind all this together."


AGENT MARKOV

"Well, as soon as Brown get's out of intensive, we could see what he know?"


AGENT PERRY

"Yea, we better find something to work with soon...at this rate, all our principle players will have outed themselves...they'll be no one alive to prosecute!"


EVERYBODY LAUGHING


O'BRIAN

"Now that would be a dilemma..."


PERRY

"We could always blame it on the Bear's?"


MARKOV

"And the rabid Raccoon don't forget him!"


O'BRIAN

"Yea, did they ever find that big guy?"


PERRY

"Yea, they found him dead over by a creek bed."


O'BRIAN

"Rabies finally got him, huh?"


MARKOV

"No, he was full of Cyncl!"


EVERYBODY LAUGHING



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Wine Mama (39)-Rosemary Inspiration

Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013

WINE MAMA (39)

ROSEMARY INSPIRATION

INT: BRIAN'S HOUSE-11 PM

SEEING KITCHEN AS WE SWEEP VISUAL TO ROASTING PAN WITH HALF EATEN GATOR TAIL

PASTA MACHINE STILL BOLTED TO COUNTER TOP EDGE

GOING TO LIVING ROOM WHERE BRIAN AND SANDY ARE SPRAWLED OUT ON COUCH WATCHING THE NEWS ON TV

TV ANCHOR

"And this is Tammy Slacker with the Eyewitness Eleven O' Clock News...and in our top story, Modesto Sheriff's Department experienced a horrific situation when Detective Shelly Smith, ten years on the force, apparently committed suicide when she was confronted by FBI agents who were trying to break up a hostage situation involving Detective Mike Brown, who was being held at gunpoint by the now deceased Detective Smith. Information is sketchy, but we believe Brown was implicated in a disclosure scheme where he actually broke in and raided her office of private taping's which were being held by Smith in private. Apparently Detective Brown took it upon himself and turned them over to the FBI for analysis

BRIAN AND SANDY JUST STARING AT THE SCREEN LIKE TWO DEER'S IN A HEADLIGHT

TV ANCHOR (CONTINUING)

"...Detective Brown is currently at Modesto General with a single gunshot wound to the shoulder...he's listed in critical condition, but is expected to recover...FBI's Chief Agent O' Brian

stated that a major investigation into ties to underground operations were being investigated in regard to Detective Smith's activities prior to today's events, however...no other details were given at this time...

...and in other news, Google CEO Eric Schmidt announced that he was moving his central operations of design and management to the warm tax-free waters of Havana, Cuba. When questioned he simply said, "They don't ask a lot of questions, there's no divulging of ideas or corporate privacy policies, and hardly anybody speaks English, it's just perfect!"

"In a related story, Eric Schmidt was presented with a ceremonial rice cooker, welcoming him and his empire to the great island. In Mr. Schmidt's own words, he simply said, "Praise Castro, good rice is like a good Cuban cigar...", where the Cuban president and Mister Schmidt bear hugged each other until they both fell off the stage in laughter, they apparently had both been celebrating since early that morning...in other news...

SANDY MUTING SOUND ON TV

SANDY

"Brian, why would Detective Smith just blow herself away for?"

BRIAN

"I don't know, but it must have been something pretty heavy."

SANDY

"I thought thought she was a little psycho, demented, like she was up to no good to start with."

BRIAN

"Yea, you do have to wonder what got her so off the edge..."

SANDY

"No, no...I get this creepy feeling that she had some kind of ties with Cyncl, and I'll bet you she had something to do with all that shit we went through?"


BRIAN

"What's the point, she's dead now...we'll probably never know, let's just move on with life!"


SANDY

"You never like discussing things, do you?"


BRIAN

"I'll talk about anything, but your problem is, you like to dwell on things you can't do anything about anyway, just hang on to it like gossip...that's not good, just face the situation and move on!" 


SANDY

"Your right, I'm like an old bitty at a church social, always digging into other people's shit...have always been that way...you know, I'm going to work on that!"


BRIAN

It'll do you good, all I'm asking is that you just try!


SANDY

"Yes sir, gotcha..."


BRIAN

"By the way...you did good picking that Rosemary, it really worked well with the Gator!"


SANDY

"Thank you...I'll try to screw up more often then...then I'll learn to cook..."


BRIAN

"Let's hit the hay..."


SANDY

"Thought you'd never ask?"


BRIAN

"And sleep..."


SANDY

"Oh...there's a time for everything I guess..."


(next day)


INT: FBI CENTRAL WEST COAST OPERATIONS-BRIEFING ROOM-10 AM


CHIEF AGENT O'BRIAN IN PRELIMINARY INVESTIGATION INTO THE TIES AND CONNECTIONS OF DETECTIVE SHELLY SMITH AND HER RELATION WITH THE "EARTH FIRST" SYNDICATE


O'BRIAN STANDING AT PODIUM


O'BRIAN

"First off, I'd like to thank everyone for showing up from your regularly scheduled agendas...I will try to be brief, because info gathering is still in cycle and our inside men are still out in the field...some are already entrenched in the organizations as we speak...so with that, the general conclusions, the early assessments would show that "Earth First" encompasses a network with major funding and influence being derived from internet and web-site developers, some which are influential in regard to appealing to the hearts and souls of it's customers, but also to the radical movements, which use their influence to dictate and circumvent common law with mandates and proposals that purposely interfere with the ability of the land owners and farmers from plying their chosen field of production...it is these carefully crafted bills to the legislature, along with restrictive riders and amendments which are carefully written and submitted to our boarding governments which has caused so much anguish with the farmers and subsequent operators that have...quite frankly caught the bureau off guard...but like anything, the pieces are starting to come together now...and the bureau is in a much better position to start pulling cases together along with indictments and subpoenas to testify, with the blessings of the District Attorney's Office...hopefully, that is...any questions?"


CAPTAIN MARKUS

"With the affairs of Detective Smith being undisclosed, why wasn't the agents in Modesto informed of her activities...I mean, I knew of none of this yesterday?"


O'BRIAN

"Very true...you men were not kept out of the fray, but central had no clue of the level of her involvement...that is until Detective Brown came forth with the confirming evidence in the form of previous recordings...long before the wiretaps were granted by the justice department...up until that point, we were just running on hunches and rumors...next question?


AGENT CLIFF MARKOV

"Yes, why was Cyncl so hard to detect...his activities boarder on blatancy, he didn't have a care in the world what anybody thought...he had a pretty good run of it up until that raccoon made a snack out of him?"


EVERYBODY LAUGHING


O"BRIAN

"That's true, the raccoon did have quite a feast there...point being...he had a net worth of  over twelve billion dollars, and he was just a middle executive to one subsidiary...I wouldn't be surprised if they haven't already found his replacement...the organization is run like a syndicate men...remember, there is always going to be another man in line...next question?"


AGENT ADAM PERRY

"How is Detective Brown holding up?"


O'BRIAN

"He received major shoulder surgery...I believe, according to the medical reports, that it was such a close range shot, that the hollow-point didn't have a chance to fragment...so he's basically looking at a fractured collar bone, a lot of therapy , but otherwise, he should be back with the department within ninety days or so...anymore...wait, I'm sorry, I've got appointments waiting on me right now, so let's all break loose, and get to our agendas...I will keep you informed on any developments, thank you again for being here this morning!"



(scene switch)


INT: ZIMMERMAN YACHT-THE "ATROCIOUS"-TOP DECK-11 AM


ZIMMERMAN SIPPING SOME HENNESSY WHILE A GIRL HAS JUST PULLED AWAY FROM A SESSION OF ORAL SEX

HE SMILES AND APPROVES WITH A NOD

TALKING TO SOMEONE ABOUT FACEBOOK STOCKS ON THE PHONE


ZIMMERMAN

"Look, it's contingent on your activity on the media sales...you've got to get up in their face with it...make them promote even if they don't have anything to sell damn it...quit pussy-footing around man, I gotta go..."

ENDING PHONE CALL, THROWING PHONE DOWN

LOOKING UP, ANOTHER GIRL WAVES TO HIM FROM THE LINE OF HALF A DOZEN GIRLS WAITING TO PLY THEIR TRADE

HE WAVES HER OVER, AS SHE FALLS TO HER KNEES TO START

THREE GUYS IN A BOSTON WHALER PULL ALONG SIDE THE BOAT

PAUL, ZIMMERMAN'S CAPTAIN WAVING OFF MEN STANDING ON RAMP HOLDING MACHINE GUNS AS HE BRINGS THE TWO NEW GUYS ON BOARD

BOTH WEARING BUSINESS SUITS, SUNGLASSES, APPEARING SINISTER

THEY BOTH WALK OVER TO THE LOUNGER WHERE ZIMMERMAN IS STILL BEING SERVICED BY THE GIRL


ZIMMERMAN

"And...you must be Boris?"


BORIS-SIX-FIVE, MUSCULAR, HEAVY GERMAN ACCENT


BORIS

"Yes, and this is Devlin...boss send us to see you...he said, you have problems?"


ZIMMERMAN

"Maybe, it's just a little something I want you to take care of..."


BORIS

"You don't seem to have any problems here?"


ZIMMERMAN

"No...this...this you see is my escape, keeps my mind off my problems!"


BORIS

"Seems to be working, you have interesting ways of escape, so when do we talk?"


ZIMMERMAN

"Go downstairs to the galley and tell Franky to make you some lunch...we got some awesome pastrami, fresh slaw, we even have German beer...I'll meet you down there in twenty minutes!"


BORIS

"Sounds good...we talk then?"


ZIMMERMAN

"Yea, by the way...does your buddy talk?"


BORIS

"English poor, he just fixes things!"


ZIMMERMAN

"Like problems?"


BORIS

"Yea, he expert on fixing problems!"




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Wine Mama (38)-No Gators For You

Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013

WINE MAMA (38)

NO GATORS FOR YOU

INT: GATOR TAIL RESTAURANT-BRIAN'S OFFICE-10 AM

BRIAN SHOWS UP AN HOUR LATE

GOES OVER MENU WITH GENERAL MANAGER

STARTS CHECKING E-MAILS ON COMPANY COMPUTER

SEE'S RESPONSE FROM CALIFORNIA DEPARTMENT OF WILDLIFE, ONE FROM THE USDA, AND ANOTHER FROM THE "FRIENDS OF THE ANIMAL PLANET"

OPENING UP THE ONE FROM THE DEPARTMENT OF WILDLIFE, IT JUST SAYS,

"We regret to inform you, but a wildlife habitat would only be considered if it were for educational purposes only. We only allow the raising of certain kinds of fish at this writing, Sincerely, Dale Thomas, Director."

THE NEXT ONE FROM THE USDA

"Dear Mister Cashman, Just a reminder that it is illegal to raise and harvest alligators in the state of California, and that your one-hundred forty-nine dollar gator meat import permit is due up in October."

AND THE LAST ONE FROM THE "FRIENDS OF THE ANIMAL PLANET" JUST SAID

"Is it their fault that they were made from meat...may you rest in hell!"

BRIAN JUST SHAKING HIS HEAD, TALKING TO HIMSELF

BRIAN

"No gators in the pond for me!"



(scene switch)


INT: MODESTO SHERIFF'S OFFICE-DETECTIVE SHELLY SMITH'S OFFICE-11 AM


DETECTIVE SHELLY SMITH GOING NUTS, NOTICING THAT ALL THE RECORDINGS ARE MISSING, TEARING THROUGH THE BACKS OF FILING CABINETS, THROWING CASE FILES ALL OVER THE PLACE

DETECTIVE MARK BROWN SHOWS UP


BROWN

"Hey Shelly, how's everything going...why you tearing the place up?"


SMITH

"Where in the hell is all my shit...now you better say you moved it somewhere for safe keeping, cause I'll cut your damn balls off if it's anything else!"


BROWN

"I don't even know what your talking about...go get a chill pill, check that blood sugar..."


SMITH

"Yea, fuck the blood sugar, what's this?"


SHOWING BROWN AN I-PAD

SHE TURNS IT ON SHOWING AN EDITED PLAYBACK OF SURVEILLANCE OF HER OWN OFFICE, CLEARLY SHOWING DETECTIVE BROWN LOADING POUCH WITH VARIOUS RECORDED MEDIA

BROWN SMIRKING


BROWN

"What do you want me to say...I was doing a little housecleaning, it was making me nervous...having all that stuff just hanging around...so I took the offensive approach and moved it off the property, everything is safe and sound..."


SMITH

"Where's it at, where the fuck is it?"


BROWN

"Let's just say...a safe location."


SMITH PULLING HER SERVICE WEAPON AND POINTING IT AT BROWN


SMITH

"What safe location, where is it, I'm not shit'in Mark, don't make me hurt you...I'm not messing around here!"


BROWN

"Hey, be cool with that thing, your going to hurt someone!"


SMITH

"Yea, I'm gonna hurt someone...and it looks like someone in this room, got your ass in my sight...maybe you wanna just go on head and come clean with this shit?"


BROWN

"All right, be cool...it's at my house, locked up safe and sound, you don't need to be freaking out!"


SMITH

"Why don't I believe that, look it was my stuff and would you be digging around my office...I ought to just shoot you and get it over with!"


BROWN

"You might want to rethink that cause...well, just a reminder...we are in a police station..."



(scene switch)


INT: FBI CENTRAL MONITORING-SACRAMENTO

CHIEF OF SURVEILLANCE-LIEUTENANT CHARLIE HARRIS HAS BEEN COLLECTING LIVE AUDIO FEEDS FROM HIDDEN MIKE IN DETECTIVE SMITH'S OFFICE

HE'S GETTING RED FLAGS OVER VOICE PATTERNS, PHRASES, AND VERBIAGE EMANATING FROM HER OFFICE 

DECIDES TO CALL IN MODESTO FIELD CREW TO INTERCEDE 


HARRIS

"Hey Captain Marcus, ah I have threats being made from Detective Smith's office on monitor four...seems like our mole is being picked on, singled out, I'm detecting threats on his life, I think we need to intervene!"


CAPTAIN MARCUS

"Just call down the hall sir, it's a police station, people are already on site...aren't they?"


HARRIS

"I'm not sure sir...most of the station is empty this time of day...out doing their rounds, I'm also a little concerned about Smith seeing me calling in..."


MARCUS

"Yea, good thinking...look, let me get the boys together, we can be over there in five, thanks!"


HARRIS

"Okay Sir, but it does sound like things are getting desperate over there, a lot of yelling, and all I have is delayed audio, and it's coming from a DSL feed, so it's not perfect..."


MARCUS

"Just do what you can...keep monitoring, whatever you do, keep the tape rolling man, get it all down!


HARRIS

"We'll do sir, standing by!"


(scene switch)


DETECTIVE SMITH'S OFFICE


SMITH

"...And another thing...I helped your ass get into the academy, we dated, you fucked me, and you were my most trusted friend...and now your just getting weird on me...haven't you ever heard of trust?"


BROWN

"Oh yea...I really appreciate everything you did for me...had some really good times, it was all good...so, come on, put the gun down, this is starting to get out of hand, you've made your point!"


SMITH

"I don't know about you...you helping or hurting, trying to tag my ass..."


SMITH HOLDING GUN TO BROWN'S HEAD


BROWN

"Nobody's doing anything, just trying to get along here...hey, you want to get something to eat?"


SMITH

"I'm not hungry, not in the mood to eat, just want my fucking shit back!"


(scene switch)


FBI'S CAPTAIN MARCUS SHOWS UP IN BACK PARKING LOT OF MODESTO SHERIFF'S OFFICE, SEE'S TACTICAL CREW ALREADY ON SITE


MARCUS

"Is tactical ready...I'm thinking we just come in from the rear parking lot...split up around the hall, her office is around the corner?"


TACTICAL OFFICER #1

"Sounds good!"


TACTICAL OFFICER #2

"I have rubber bullets and a tazer, let's assemble!"



MEN START MOVING DOWN HALLWAYS, GUNS DRAWN


(scene switch)


DESK SARGENT JUST BEING NOTIFIED THAT THEY WERE IN THE BUILDING BY MARCUS, PUTTING PHONE DOWN


(scene switch)


SMITH

"You know, it was my fault anyway, I got myself into this...it was just greediness...getting greedy, just want'in a little something on the side, pushing my position, dragging everybody into my shit...man I messed this up!"


(scene switch)


LIEUTENANT HARRIS LISTENING FROM MONITORING POST 


(scene switch)


BROWN

"Well...your not a bad person or anything, but you do keep some strange company!"


SMITH

"Like you...or that crazy-ass'ed Zimmerman, Schmidt, Cyncl?"


BROWN

"Well Shelly, Cyncl's not with us anymore..."


SMITH

"Not anymore but...but when he was around...boy, now that was a crazy ass'ed fucker there!"


BROWN

"Yes he did have..."


MARCUS AT DOOR, TAPPING GUN AGAINST WINDOW


MARCUS

"FBI...drop your weapon, put you hands in the air, we've got you completely surrounded!"


SMITH

"You fucker, you turned evidence on me didn't you...didn't you?"


BROWN

"But Shelly..."


SMITH

"You gonna be a squeal-ass'ed fucker...now your going to be a dead squeal ass'ed fucker!"


SMITH FIRES WEAPON, HITTING BROWN IN SHOULDER, THEN BARREL ROLLS TO FLOOR BEHIND HER DESK

TACTICAL SQUAD KICKS IN DOOR, BREAKS OUT SIDE WINDOW


MARCUS

"Come on out Smith, your not going anywhere, come on out...let's see some hands...someone get an ambulance, pull Brown over there, get him out of the way...come on Smith, I don't have all day!"


SILENCE

THEN CLICKING BACK OF HAMMER HEARD

SHE FIRES GUN INTO HER HEAD

OFFICERS START SHOOTING BLINDLY INTO DESK

SILENCE, AS SMOKE RISES FROM BEHIND THE DESK

A POOL OF BLOOD CAN BE SEEN RUNNING DOWN THE FLOOR


TACTICAL OFFICER #1

"Secure area, I'm going around!"


HE SEE'S PART OF DETECTIVE SMITH'S HEAD OVER IN CORNER, HE PAUSES WITH A GAG REFLEX


TACTICAL OFFICER #1

"Looks like...ah...looks like subject is deceased sir!"


MARCUS

"Okay, area clear...fuck, looks like the bitch offed herself..."


TACTICAL OFFICER #2 

"Yes sir, close range fire, that's affirmative!


MARCUS

"Great, just great...O'Brian's gonna be thrilled with this..."


(2 HOURS LATER)


EXT: BRIAN'S HOUSE

BRIAN PULLING INTO DRIVEWAY, SEEING SANDY ON HER KNEES PULLING ROSEMARY PLANTS FROM HIS HERB GARDEN

LITTLE PLASTIC BOTTLE OF PORT SITTING TO HER SIDE

LISTENING THROUGH HEADPHONES FROM HER I-POD, "BAD WHAMMA JAMMA" -PLAYING, SHE TURNS WAVING TO BRIAN


SANDY

"Hey boy, how's it shaking...just picking a little Basil for a little Gator roast scalapini, I was going to surprise you with a recipe!"


BRIAN

"Really, well that should be interesting, is this your version?"


SANDY

"No, I dug it out of your menu box, you know I can't cook worth shit, but give me time, I'm going to learn, okay?"


BRIAN

"First thing your gonna do young lady, is learn what herbs look like!"


SANDY

"Whatta you mean?"


BRIAN

"Well the Gator scalapini calls for fresh Basil, so that's why I thought you were doing a spin on something..."


SANDY

"A spin...on what?"


BRIAN

"On the recipe, that is Rosemary you picking, the Basil is over there in the corner!"


SANDY

"Sure you just don't want to blow this off and just take me out?"


BRIAN

"Na, it's been a long day, still trying to get over last night..."


SANDY

"By the way, a guy from the USDA called looking for you, something about farming Gators...can you do that?"


BRIAN

"Apparently not in the state of California, got to keep importing my tail from Louisiana...I mean I was going to ask you about it, farming something over at the vineyard, but..."


SANDY

"So, no Gators for you?"


BRIAN

"No Gator tails from this area anyway!"


SANDY

"I can give you some Gator tail, but I guess your too pooped out...that's too bad!"


BRIAN

"Come here, come here girl..."


SANDY SCREAMING, GETTING UP AND RUNNING INTO HOUSE

BRIAN RUNNING IN BEHIND HER

DOOR SLAMMING SHUT



(scene close)

Wine Mama (37)-Saving Face

Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013

WINE MAMA (37)

SAVING FACE

INT: MODESTO AIRPORT-STARBUCKS-TUESDAY 8 AM

DETECTIVE MARK BROWN OF THE MODESTO SHERIFF'S OFFICE MEETS WITH CHIEF AGENT O'BRIAN WITH THE FBI'S WESTERN DIVISION

BROWN

"Thanks so much for taking the trip over here on such short notice."

O'BRIAN

"No problem at all, ah...it's Mark right?"

BROWN

"Right, not quite sure how to get started with all this?"

O'BRIAN LOOKING DOWN, SEEING POUCH LOADED WITH MINI-CASSETTES AND ZIP DRIVES

O'BRIAN

"Looks like you've got quite a collection there, does she know you have all this?"

BROWN

"Some of them, but most were just open-audio I recorded in her office...it all started about nine months ago when she started receiving request to alter some documents...paperwork alterations for infractions and code violations for farmers, growers, vineyard owners...then it just escalated to being asked for favors from ex-cons in exchange for dropping charges on things, it was becoming pretty obvious to me, she started breaking down under the pressure."

O'BRIAN

"So, you want me to enter this as evidence, just listen to them, see if you have anything we could use...I take it you want to pursue criminal charges...how can I help you here?"

BROWN

"I'm not sure what direction to go into or even what to call it...conspiracy to basically abuse her oath of office for starters, bribes for services rendered, the altering documents stuff..."

O'BRIAN

"Overall, it's been my experience that once confronted, people who do things like this in the department usually come clean when presented recordings, in fact any kind of evidence which can't be disputed...usually we cut a plea deal, they receive a fine, and then we relieve them of their duties...for detectives at your level, it's a process!"

BROWN

"Well, this all revolves around these internet gurus...they want to buy protection, manipulate contacts with land owners, create roadblocks for people just trying to operate their farms...just a lot dirty tactics...then she changed, started picking and choosing when she would help, get involved...and eventually they turned on her with threats, then claiming they would turn her activities in to the Feds if she didn't play ball...just a big mess!"

O'BRIAN

"And what makes you think we're not already aware of these activities?"

BROWN

"You mean...you already knew about all this?"

O'BRIAN

"Not in it's entirety, but we've been watching all this, let's just say...from a safe distance, through social media, a little surveillance, but you must understand...your the first person to come forth with the inside scoop, with your help we can tie all this together...Mark, you did good!"

BROWN

"Thank you sir, but I couldn't just stand around and watch the department get corrupted..."

O'BRIAN

"We'll at least you will have cleared the names of a lot of innocent personnel...by the way, I see that you have all this itemized...good police work, dates, times...good, good...let me just run this through my scanner and..."

BROWN

"Your scanner?"

O'BRIAN PULLING OUT LITTLE POCKET SCANNER 

PLUGGING IT IN TO HIS I-PHONE

O'BRIAN

"Oh yea, the boys i the bureau have all the toys...let me just scan your list here, I'll issue you a release, and I'll be on my way."

O'BRIAN TAKING PICTURE OF RECORDINGS WITH I-PHONE

RUNNING SHEET THROUGH REVERSE PRINTER

SIGNING IT AND STAMPING IT

HE HANDS IT TO BROWN

BROWN

"Damn, you've got a whole office in your jacket, that's so cool!"

O'BRIAN

"Have to be prepared for just about anything these days...so there's your copy, and I'll be bidding you a good day, my jet awaits, have another place to be in about an hour, so you take care...and oh yea, the bureau thanks you again, I'll be in touch!"

BROWN

"Man on the move, just like the movies, thank you again sir!"

O'BRIAN

"Where ever I'm needed, that's my job, good-day!"

(scene switch)

INT: BRIAN'S HOUSE-MASTER BEDROOM-9 AM

BRIAN'S HURRIEDLY ATTEMPTING TO GET DRESSED

HOPPING IN TO SOCKS WITH TOOTHBRUSH HANGING OUT OF MOUTH

SANDY SITTING ON BED WITH JUST A PAIR OF PANTIES ON DRINKING A CUP OF ESPRESSO

SANDY

"That was good..."

BRIAN

"What...the espresso?"

SANDY

"No, you...you out did yourself last night!"

BRIAN

"So, much so...I'm late for work...didn't get my beauty sleep!"

SANDY

"Oh, your a big boy, you can shake that off, why don't you just stay home...tell them you've got a groin cramp or something?"

BRIAN

"I'm the owner, you want me to call myself with an excuse...it doesn't work like that!"

SANDY

"Hey, doesn't it make you happy...making me pant, sweat, and giggle?"

BRIAN

"I don't think I've ever met anybody so self-centered..."

SANDY

"And selfish...don't forget selfish?"

BRIAN

"And spoiled like the Queen of Egypt..."

SANDY

"And one more thing?"

BRIAN

"What?"

SANDY

"The espresso is perfect...just like you!"

BRIAN

"If I respond to that, we'll never get out of the bedroom, I Love ya, gotta go!"

SANDY

"Love you too, have a nice day..."

SANDY YELLING DOWN HALL

SANDY

"We can still do that groin pull thing...it would keep the Queen happy!"

BRIAN

"Bye Sandy!"

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Wine Mama (36)-The Business Of The Business

Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013

WINE MAMA (36)

THE BUSINESS OF THE BUSINESS

INT: FBI CENTRAL OFFICE-SACRAMENTO, CALIFORNIA-CHIEF LARRY O'BRIAN'S OFFICE

O'BRIAN RECEIVING PHONE CALL FROM DETECTIVE MIKE BROWN OF THE MODESTO SHERIFF'S OFFICE

O'BRIAN

"Morning, this is O'Brian, how can I help you?"

BROWN

"Good morning sir, this is Detective Mike Brown, Modesto Sheriff's Office, was inquiring about a possible get together, just the two of us, kind of private?"

O'BRIAN

"In regard to?"

BROWN

"Regarding some accusations, some rumors...in regard to Detective Smith..."

O'BRIAN

"What have you got, anything pressing, time sensitive?"

BROWN

"I'd really rather not discuss this on the phone, but if we can meet, ah...I can provide you with some details on tying in some allegations being made against the department...I can assure you sir that our integrity is being challenged here, and it's not fair, so I just wanted to set some things straight  okay?"

O'BRIAN

"So, this is centered around one bad seed, like drawing everyone else into the mix?"

BROWN

"Well it's drawing the whole department into the fray, it's just starting to get in the way of our efficiency  our cases are backing up, and I'd like to get it fixed before things get out of hand!"

O'BRIAN

"Well what do you think my agency can do?"

BROWN

"I assure you sir, it's singular in nature, she's being self-serving, we had no choice but to play along, I would like you to put the screws on this if you can...anything would help at this point!"

O'BRIAN

"I see, well I can meet you at, let's see...how about the Modesto Airport at the Starbucks, say first thing in the morning...ah, eight o'clock good?

BROWN

"That's perfect, thank you so much sir, I'll see you then, bye!"

HANGING UP PHONE, WE PAN BACK TO SEE TABLE FULL OF TAPED RECORDINGS AND ZIP DRIVES WITH SMITH'S NAME ON THEM

(scene switch)

INT: BRIAN'S HOUSE-KITCHEN-5 PM

BRIAN HEARS DOORBELL AS HE PUTS LID ON GIANT POT OF GUMBO

OPENS FRONT DOOR-SEEING JAMES

BRIAN

"Hey James, good to see ya buddy!"

JAMES

"Yea, heading back to L.A., just wanted to stop by and let you know I was on the road."

BRIAN

"Well at least come in for a second..."

JAMES

"Man, it smells good in here, what ya cooking?"

BRIAN

"It's my version of smokey steak gumbo, up for a bowl?"

JAMES

"Sounds like a plan..."

(15 MINUTES LATER)

JAMES

"Man...that was some good shit, you ought to patent this stuff!"

BRIAN

"Yea, it's pretty addicting, part of the new menu...selling like hotcakes, too!"

JAMES

"So, I wanted to ask you...what's with the business deal...we still on or what?"

BRIAN

"Yea, we still on, but we're gonna see how the grape harvest pans out...hopefully we can get a little money going, have you been looking for any investors down there in L.A.?"

JAMES

"I'm asking around, but everybody is holding on their money, just a lot of talk!"

BRIAN

"Like I've been saying man, you got to be in the business, to be in the business...that's just how it works..."

JAMES

"Well, you know, I did a lot of promoting, met a lot of people, but that was a while back."

BRIAN

"Yea, but that was then, things are always changing, you need to be in the business...as in currently, keep focused on brushing up against the people with the money, letting them see your Love for the business, people aren't going to lend you money if they don't see your passion!"

JAMES

"Oh man, I don't know about working on a staff, you ain't got no control on anything, people just telling you what to do and shit!"

BRIAN

"Look, I own the Gator Tail and you'd think that I could just sit back and fart off, but I'm a slave to this place, just another pawn, it's all a team effort, my customer's are my bosses, they have the final call...that's why I'm always killing myself coming up with new menu's and everything, got to keep going in different directions...it's true I own it and make good money, profits good, but just like this Port Vodka thing...it's got to work...I have way to much money invested in this, ya know?"

JAMES

"You got the girl, too!"

BRIAN

"Yea, but she was there for the ride, she had her own problems, we sort of helped each other out, but that's another case in point, I'm still wondering how any of this happened, like it was destined or something, just really weird!"

JAMES

"Don't freak out, I guess ya just got lucky on this this thing, it can happen!"

BRIAN

"Yea, well I was almost dead, both of us, all these people literally killing themselves over this property, blows my mind, you have to ask yourself if it's really worth all the hassle?"

JAMES

"Shit, I'll take it off your hands if it's really bugging you?"

BRIAN

"Thanks for the vote, I'll keep you in mind!"

JAMES

"Anytime man, I'll be here to help out..."

SANDY CALLING ON PHONE

BRIAN

"Hey girl?"

SANDY

"Hey boy...what's up?"

BRIAN

"Just shooting the shit with James before he heads back to L.A."

SANDY

"Just been thinking about you, is that alright?"

BRIAN

"Anytime, you can even come over and see me in person if you'd like?"

SANDY

"Sure, I'm glad you have room for me!"

BRIAN

"Always..."

SANDY

"Give me fifteen minutes?"

BRIAN

"I'll give you ten, James isn't much fun..."

SANDY

"I get it...I'm on my way, bye!"

HANGING UP PHONE

JAMES

"I'm...no fun?"

BRIAN

"Yea, you don't own a vineyard and I'm just not attracted to you...what so ever!"

JAMES

"I'm really crushed man, really!"

BRIAN

"Don't take it personally, you've got your swag going, but I'm really in to the ladies, sorry dude!"

JAMES

"That's not what I mean..."

BRIAN

"Then what?

JAMES

"That I'm not fun!"

BRIAN

"Well, you do have your moments...sorry if I offended anyone, but Sandy's coming over and L.A. needs you!"

JAMES

"Now your throwing me out the door, she must be something special..."

BRIAN

"Indeed...have a safe one back, I'll be in touch!"

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