Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013
WINE MAMA (60)
THE PROCESS
SHEFFIELD WINERY-MODESTO, CALIFORNIA-MONDAY-10 A.M.
AS THE BATCH OF ALREADY DETHATCHED GRAPES ARE DROP LOADED FROM THE TRAILER INTO THE UNDERGROUND PROCESS BINS, THE GRAPES ARE SPRAYED DOWN, WEIGHED INTO BUSHEL BOXES, AND GIVEN A FINAL INSPECTION BEFORE THEY TRAVEL ALONG THE CONVEYOR BELT TO WHERE THE MASHING PROCESS BEGINS
RON SHEFFIELD HAS TAKEN A PERSONAL INTEREST IN THIS BATCH OF THE MIXED SYRAH AND ZINFANDEL GRAPES FROM THE HUDSON VINEYARD, HE WATCHES THEM WITH INTEREST OVER THE PRODUCTION CAMERAS SCATTERED THROUGHOUT THE FACILITY
AT THE SAME TIME, THOMSON HAS JUST BEEN RELEASED ON A HUNDRED-THOUSAND DOLLARS BAIL, HE TAKES RIDE BACK WITH ATTORNEY PAUL SIMON WHO IS TRYING TO CALM HIM DOWN ON THEIR DRIVE BACK TO THE SHEFFIELD WINERY TO PICK UP HIS CAR AND OFFICE ACRUMENTS
PAUL SIMON
"You know, if you hadn't been such a hot-head about all this, you probably would have been able to just skirt this, but now the D.A. had you listed as an accessory to commit mail fraud and distribution of stolen property I'm not a magician here Rob, they have paperwork laying all over the place...didn't you know they were tracking the grapes the whole time with kids from the Explorer's watching every little move...did you have any clue at all?"
THOMSON
"No, no I didn't, just thought we had some bum fucks trying to process a harvest, a first harvest of grapes, this just got way out of hand, now look at this shit, I'm being tossed out like last night's leftovers what am I suppose to do now, been in this this business for thirty something years...what now...produce manager at the ninety-nine cent store?"
SIMON
"I don't know what to tell you, but silence might be a good thing to start practicing till I can investigate this and figure out he we're going to play down these accusations...you could be walking into some pretty deep shit If they can tie all this together."
THOMSON
"So, in the mean time?"
SIMON
"Just shut the hell up, understand...for everybody's good!
THOMSON AND SIMON SHOW UP AT FRONT GATE OF SHEFFIELD
THOMSON
"Good morning Clarence, just here to pick up my shit...guess Sheffield doesn't feel much like talking about this, huh?"
CLARENCE-GATE ATTENDANT
"Hold on one second, let me contact Mister Sheffield..."
GATE ATTENDANT CALLING MISTER SHEFFIELD
"Sir, Mister Thomson is here, I think he wants to come get his affairs...ah, you didn't want to talk to him or anything, did you?"
SHEFFIELD
"Heaven's no...just let him collect his things, make sure security is with him at all times, no phone calls, nothing...understand?"
CLARENCE
"Yes sir, should we give him some time, he does have a lot of stuff up there, or did you want me to hurry him, what sir?"
SHEFFIELD
"Only if he looks like he's piddling around...if he doesn't get a move on, have him cited for trespassing ..keep him on the edge...Lord only knows...he's already caused enough trouble around here?"
CLARENCE
"Yes sir, no problem..."
AS THOMSON AND SIMON PULL INTO PARKING LOT HE FINGERS THE TRIGGER ON THE LOADED THIRTY-EIGHT HE HAS IN HIS JACKET
DRIVING OVER TO HIS PARKED CAR, HE GET'S OUT, OPENS TRUNK AND RETRIEVES SEVERAL EMERGENCY ROAD FLARES, SHOVING THEM INTO HIS COAT, STARTS WALKING TO ENTRANCE OF BUILDING, BEING FOLLOWED BY TWO OTHER GUARDS
MISTER SHEFFIELD WATCHES HIM CAREFULLY ON THE BUILDINGS SURVEILLANCE FEED
(scene switch)
GATORTAIL RESTAURANT-KITCHEN-11 A.M.
BRIAN IS ADDING THE SAUSAGE TO THE FINAL INGREDIENT TO HIS MASTER BATCH OF CREOLE GUMBO
SANDY COMES IN FROM SERVING, GIVES HIM A HUG
SANDY
"Well, from what I heard the officer's said they released Thomson from jail this morning...
BRIAN
"Great, just great...so he's running around on the loose somewhere?"
SANDY
"probably over getting his stuff, heard Mister Sheffield canned his ass..."
BRIAN
"Yea, stirring up the pot, madman on the loose...somehow I seem to recall a situation like this not too long ago...these people get caught red-handed and can't face up to the drama!"
SANDY
"In my opinion, your worth it...I stopped watching soap-operas ever since I met you."
BRIAN
"I didn't realize I had such a fan base!
SANDY
"I didn't realize I was such a fan?"
(scene switch)
(scene switch)
GATORTAIL RESTAURANT-KITCHEN-11 A.M.
BRIAN IS ADDING THE SAUSAGE TO THE FINAL INGREDIENT TO HIS MASTER BATCH OF CREOLE GUMBO
SANDY COMES IN FROM SERVING, GIVES HIM A HUG
SANDY
"Well, from what I heard the officer's said they released Thomson from jail this morning...
BRIAN
"Great, just great...so he's running around on the loose somewhere?"
SANDY
"probably over getting his stuff, heard Mister Sheffield canned his ass..."
BRIAN
"Yea, stirring up the pot, madman on the loose...somehow I seem to recall a situation like this not too long ago...these people get caught red-handed and can't face up to the drama!"
SANDY
"In my opinion, your worth it...I stopped watching soap-operas ever since I met you."
BRIAN
"I didn't realize I had such a fan base!
SANDY
"I didn't realize I was such a fan?"
(scene switch)
SHEFFIELD WINERY-THOMSON'S OFFICE-12 NOON
THOMSON GOING THROUGH STUFF FILE BY FILE, LOOKING AT ONE THING AND THROWING IT INTO TRASH HEAP, LOOKING AT ANOTHER AND STUFFING IT INTO PERSONAL BOX
FINALLY SHEFFIELD CALLS DOWN TO OFFICER TO INFORM THOMSON THAT HE ONLY HAS TEN MINUTES LEFT TO RETRIEVE HIS STUFF AND LEAVE
GUARD (on phone)
"Yes sir, right sir, bye!"
GUARD (cont.)
"Look uh Thomson, boss says you got to pick up and finish in ten minutes...you got to go, okay?"
THOMSON
"Oh sure, right...uh just memorizing a bit, you know, have a lot of memories here, hard to just cut loose after so many years here?"
GUARD
"Yea, you got some shit collected here...but you got that greed kicking in, Lord see you not talking to him, why you ruin all you built up on something like this?"
THOMSON THROWS DOWN SET OF FILES
GRABS WEAPON OUT OF COAT AND FIRES INTO CHEST OF OFFICER KILLING HIM INSTANTLY, OTHER OFFICER ATTEMPTS TO FIRE HIS WEAPON, BUT THOMSON SHOOTS HIS HAND, THEN FIRES ANOTHER SHOT INTO HIS FACE, WHERE HE BACKS UP FALLING THROUGH PICTURE WINDOW, FALLING TWO FLOORS ONTO TOP OF DELIVERY TRUCK, DIES INSTANTLY
STANDS STILL FOR A MOMENT, AS SHEFFIELD HAS CALLED POLICE WITNESSING THIS ON SURVEILLANCE MONITOR
THOMSON STARTS FLEEING WITH BOX OF STUFF DOWNSTAIRS TO HIS CAR
SEEING POLICE CARS SPILLING INTO PARKING LOT, HE DOUBLES BACK DOWN HALLWAY AND INTO PROCESSING ROOM
POLICE CORNER HIM AGAINST GRAPE PRESS
OFFICER
"Drop your weapon Thomson, drop it now!"
THOMPSON
"What's the point, all you fuckers are in on this...aren't you, just going to let me hang for this little misunderstanding huh?"
OFFICER
"Don't make me repeat myself Thomson, drop your weapon now!"
THOMPSON WAGS HIS PISTOL INTO THE AIR, ACCIDENTALLY FIRING A SHOT INTO THE CEILING
POLICE ALL SHOOT, KILLING HIM INSTANTLY, AS HIS BOX OF POSSESSIONS FALL INTO GRAPE PRESS WHICH IS ONLY FILLED WITH WATER AND YEAST BUT IS INTO FULL RECIPROCATION OF CYCLES
THOMSON'S GUN FALLS INTO PIT WITH THOMSON FALLING IN BEHIND IT
PIT OF WATER TURNS RED AS POLICE ATTEMPT TO STOP MACHINE
OFFICER WALKING UP LOOKING DOWN INTO PIT
OFFICER
"Looks like a mess here, God, call the coroner and Brown up...somebody's going to be busy today!"
RON SHEFFIELD WALKS UP FROM OFFICE, LOOKING DOWN INTO PIT, SEEING THOMSON SMASHED UNDERNEATH THE GRAPE PRESS
SHEFFIELD
"Looks like a bad vintage for Thomson, no awards for this batch..what a pity!"
scene close
THOMSON GOING THROUGH STUFF FILE BY FILE, LOOKING AT ONE THING AND THROWING IT INTO TRASH HEAP, LOOKING AT ANOTHER AND STUFFING IT INTO PERSONAL BOX
FINALLY SHEFFIELD CALLS DOWN TO OFFICER TO INFORM THOMSON THAT HE ONLY HAS TEN MINUTES LEFT TO RETRIEVE HIS STUFF AND LEAVE
GUARD (on phone)
"Yes sir, right sir, bye!"
GUARD (cont.)
"Look uh Thomson, boss says you got to pick up and finish in ten minutes...you got to go, okay?"
THOMSON
"Oh sure, right...uh just memorizing a bit, you know, have a lot of memories here, hard to just cut loose after so many years here?"
GUARD
"Yea, you got some shit collected here...but you got that greed kicking in, Lord see you not talking to him, why you ruin all you built up on something like this?"
THOMSON THROWS DOWN SET OF FILES
GRABS WEAPON OUT OF COAT AND FIRES INTO CHEST OF OFFICER KILLING HIM INSTANTLY, OTHER OFFICER ATTEMPTS TO FIRE HIS WEAPON, BUT THOMSON SHOOTS HIS HAND, THEN FIRES ANOTHER SHOT INTO HIS FACE, WHERE HE BACKS UP FALLING THROUGH PICTURE WINDOW, FALLING TWO FLOORS ONTO TOP OF DELIVERY TRUCK, DIES INSTANTLY
STANDS STILL FOR A MOMENT, AS SHEFFIELD HAS CALLED POLICE WITNESSING THIS ON SURVEILLANCE MONITOR
THOMSON STARTS FLEEING WITH BOX OF STUFF DOWNSTAIRS TO HIS CAR
SEEING POLICE CARS SPILLING INTO PARKING LOT, HE DOUBLES BACK DOWN HALLWAY AND INTO PROCESSING ROOM
POLICE CORNER HIM AGAINST GRAPE PRESS
OFFICER
"Drop your weapon Thomson, drop it now!"
THOMPSON
"What's the point, all you fuckers are in on this...aren't you, just going to let me hang for this little misunderstanding huh?"
OFFICER
"Don't make me repeat myself Thomson, drop your weapon now!"
THOMPSON WAGS HIS PISTOL INTO THE AIR, ACCIDENTALLY FIRING A SHOT INTO THE CEILING
POLICE ALL SHOOT, KILLING HIM INSTANTLY, AS HIS BOX OF POSSESSIONS FALL INTO GRAPE PRESS WHICH IS ONLY FILLED WITH WATER AND YEAST BUT IS INTO FULL RECIPROCATION OF CYCLES
THOMSON'S GUN FALLS INTO PIT WITH THOMSON FALLING IN BEHIND IT
PIT OF WATER TURNS RED AS POLICE ATTEMPT TO STOP MACHINE
OFFICER WALKING UP LOOKING DOWN INTO PIT
OFFICER
"Looks like a mess here, God, call the coroner and Brown up...somebody's going to be busy today!"
RON SHEFFIELD WALKS UP FROM OFFICE, LOOKING DOWN INTO PIT, SEEING THOMSON SMASHED UNDERNEATH THE GRAPE PRESS
SHEFFIELD
"Looks like a bad vintage for Thomson, no awards for this batch..what a pity!"
scene close
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