Wine Mama (61) Pillow Talk

Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013

WINE MAMA (61)

PILLOW TALK

INT: BRIAN'S HOUSE-LIVING ROOM-MONDAY-10 P.M.

BRIAN AND SANDY LAYING ON COUCH IN A SPOONING POSITION

EMPTY MAGNUM OF TAWNY PORT WITH TWO HALF-FILLED GOBLETS SITTING ON COFFEE TABLE, CANDLE BURNING SOME VANILLA BEAN SCENT

THEY ARE BOTH STARING AT FLAT SCREEN TV ON WALL

ANNOUNCER ON TV

"...So, the question becomes, why do so many people, who are apparently stricken with greed...willing to so easily give their lives for an industry as tightly regulated as the sector of spirit and wine production here in Modesto? Although the ATF...the federal bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearm's chair Moody Scotts admits it's a problem which goes back to the Kennedys, the Bugsy Segal's, Capon, and even the Hatfield's and McCoy's...people will value life at any cost for the access to production, distribution, and acquisition of the coveted bottle of booze in any stage of it's existence...some things never change...just the faces, this is Larry Cravers Eye-Eleven special report!'

JOURNALIST

"Thanks Larry for that fascinating investigation, and now to this week's weather, here's Zooey our  weather guru..."

BRIAN MUTING VOLUME ON REMOTE

BRIAN

"Why are people so drawn to our little piece of the planet, what's the manic need to take from us, I'm not getting something here?"

SANDY

"All I can see, is that David's dream here was small, but it was passed to me, then I passed it to you...well, more-less, then everybody decided it was just the right size to possess, to control...it wasn't like those other "Big Boy" operations!"

BRIAN

"Yea but, that's what's so confusing...people who have been in the business their whole lives, for so long, just wasting themselves for a truckload of grapes, some uncalculated land-grab...doesn't even compute with me?"

SANDY

"Doesn't compute with me either cause you haven't been there, I haven't even been there...looking in from the outside...looks more intriguing than it's actuality...kind of like a Star taking to the stage, here's someone proven to be a talent, everybody envy's and adores them at the same time...they all wish and want that acclaim, but in reality, it's the the raw talent and hard work that led them down the "Yellowbrick Road", all leading them to that point of success...I mean Brian, look at you...look at what you've got, what you've achieved?"

BRIAN

"Wait, it wasn't handed to me, I struggled a bunch!"

SANDY

"The outside world doesn't see that, they just see the results...face it, I'm assuming that if it was all that easy, then everyone would be doing it...right?"

BRIAN

"I just followed through with a dream...never questioned what it was going to take...just kept plowing away till I got to where I wanted to be...and even then, there wasn't any particular point in stopping, you just expand on the original idea...had some loyal friends  tried to stay away from partnerships and just put things together by myself, on my own terms...nothing I've ever done or succeeded at was cut in stone...just played my hand straight up!"

SANDY

"Yea, you see it from your direction, your looking out the window down at them...almost in a demeaning, sort of "made it look easy, cause I'm better than you" sort of tone!"

BRIAN

"Fuck that Sandy, that's water off a Duck's back kind of thinking...I never belittled or dehumanized anyone!"

SANDY

"In your mind, in your heart of heart's I'm sure you didn't intentionally do anything, your too sweet of a person for that...but it's the way it's positioned, the way you presented your business model, that being yourself within the community...Hey, I'll just pop in and be successful within this group of people, I don't even know or know anything about...who are stuck in their own "Little Private Idaho", their existence is only mired in how soon they start collecting pension check or just fall over in a drunken stupor...never really accomplishing anything...it happens to a lot more people than you think...if I wouldn't have met you, it might even have happened to me for all I know...but I digress?"

BRIAN

"That was very well put girl...so why don't I feel any guilt for this claim to fame?"

SANDY

"I don't know, maybe you just assume everybody has your kind of candor, like the smooth-operator that you appear to be, like "Water off a Duck's back", is that what you call it?"

BRIAN

"Your cheapening the whole idea of being successful to start with...it's giving thanks to the man upstairs, not trying to get religious, but he gives me the courage to face the hurdles and the dilemmas I run in to...I don't question, I just follow through and hope for the best!"

SANDY

"Yea, but people tend to take short-cuts, they handle procedures, I don't even think half the time they even consider the end result...just greed, you have...I take, like shoplifting your spirit, see something in the store...it's in my pocket now...it's there, now it's not...all they see is an easy in...they take the dare, and boom...why is this in your pocket sir, everything is exposed, no where to run, they either die or die trying...don't take it personally, but if you don't get me some of that wine from the table...Sandy gonna have a dry mouth, and you know what that means?" 

BRIAN HURRIEDLY GRABS HER GOBLET AND HANDS IT TO HER

BRIAN

"Can't have that...here girl, you know, when you think about it, in the grand scheme of things, you were easy...don't remember having to kill anybody for your ass?"

SANDY

"What are you saying...you mean if needed, you wouldn't have fought for my honor?"

BRIAN

"Oh, I probably would now, but to be honest, at the time, I guess...hate to admit this, I was looking after my own greed...wanted that resource for next venture...hunting it down, not really sure what was going to happen, but I smelled it, knew it was out there somewhere, you feel me?"

SANDY

"No, but apparently you smelled me, came out of space and just abducted my ass for your own claim to fame...I'm surprised you didn't start wrestling Bear's and anything else that got in your way!"

BRIAN

"No, I'll admit, I was looking for my own venture to come along, and nothing was, wanted that resource to make my Port Vodka...and you just so happened to come along with the package..."


SANDY

"In French-Canadian, they call that a little Lagniappe..."


BRIAN

"I know the phrase, a little something extra!"


SANDY

"So that's what I am to you, a little something extra?"


BRIAN

"Turns out, your a lot of things I didn't even consider, and then some...almost like overflow!"


SANDY

"How's that?"


BRIAN

"Well, first off...never even considered  getting involved with someone, I mean anyone...thought it would slow up my progression, had lot's of opportunities, just never acted on it..."


SANDY

"And yet, here I come along, wagging a little property in your face, so you thought you'd just come popping up for a look-see..."


BRIAN

dunno, seemed like at he time, you kind of hated my guts...sort of despised me?"


SANDY

"Well, look how you moved on my poor David's leftovers, what was I to think?"


BRIAN

"True, but look at what could have been, the State of California just giving your shit away...no Love, no pride, no compassion for what it represent to you, to yourself, where would have that lead you?"


SANDY

"Yea, it was going down the slippery slope, who knows what might happened, I was wondering if I didn't make enough from the sale, would they have still pinned me for the existing amount?"


BRIAN

"Probably not, but if debts were drafted through private funding, yea...they could have garnished whatever income you had, if any!"


SANDY

"Like the IRS, too?"


BRIAN

"Oh well, the IRS...that is considered the real Mafia, don't really want to fuck with them...worse than in-laws...they just follow you around till you fall over dead...they always got your number!"


SANDY

"What happens once you fall over dead?"


BRIAN

"They follow your in-laws around to the point where they either pay what you owe or commit...suicide themselves...then I think your your first-born is questioned, they find out where the trust fund is established...take the poor kids piggy bank, blue blanket...pacifier's, anything they can cash in on the Baby Channel, then they look under your pillows, if your Polish like me...under trees around your house, also anything with a chip in it, like pets...dogs, cats, hamsters,  wild horses, free-range chickens, the IRS...relentless!"


SANDY

"Oh no, the piggy bank...well anyway, I really do appreciate what occurred now, but at the time, you caught me at a different time, a different place...it still seems odd to me how you popped up though!"


BRIAN

"So are you willing to admit to a higher power now...even with the IRS being around?"


SANDY

"I never said it didn't occur...I always thought...at least to me,  that something else was definitely going on here...you were pulling miracles out of the ying-yang, you were getting help from somewhere?"


BRIAN

"Just trust in him, and he will provide...in a sense, he's actually standing beside you and guiding you along."


SANDY

"So, in other words, your still doing all the work...right?"


BRIAN

"Well, at least when your trying to make Port Vodka...God kind of sticks to wine, keeps it simple!"


SANDY

"Well, didn't he make water into wine?"


BRIAN

"Yea, but that was different...dinner party...private reception..."





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