Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013
WINE MAMA (63)
GUILTY HANDS OF PROGRESS
INT: GATORTAIL RESTAURANT-RECEIVING DOCK-TUESDAY-8 A.M.
BRIAN COMING IN EARLY-CHECKING RECENT SHIPMENT OF GATOR MEAT COMING OFF THE FED-EX OVERNIGHT TRUCK
TALKING TO JOHN HIS GENERAL MANAGER
BRIAN
"Two hundred and eighty...that's all he could ship, crap...just ten gators?"
JOHN
"When I talk to him, he call and say permits were limited and he could only take so many, he say he wants more money, but with everything else going bad with you, we haven't had chance to talk...I leave you alone!"
BRIAN
"Yea, I know...I've got to work on the restaurant a bit...this wine stuff has me over a log, can't let what brought me here...we'll you know what I mean?"
JOHN
"We could bread this out a little, I good at making this last...we cut corner here and there...I know how to do that...nobody know?"
BRIAN
"No, we're not going there, like some kind of chicken McNugget crap where we have knuckles, corn bread, and ten-percent meat, no way is that gonna happen...but I need to get back to why I'm here in the first place...if I was going to just work on making money, I could have just stayed back in Vegas working at the Palms...George was taking damn good care of my ass...was making a mint!"
JOHN
"Only man upstairs knows why you are like you are, you have purpose, purpose for being here, we your family now, you take care of us best you can, you are not perfect, but we Love you anyway!"
BRIAN
"Yea, but now...I might be losing the grapes...shit, wasn't that I wasn't trying to make this work...hopefully Sheffield will be leaving me a message...something?"
JOHN
"His wine guy, master steward...let him decide what is best, he's been there before...I know him from way back...he will save what he can, he take it personally!"
BRIAN
"So, this is a pretty tight business, I mean everybody kind of pulls together on ideas and stuff...you guy's are always working for the save, huh?"
JOHN
"Late in the game...down by a quarter, you must trust your quarterback!"
BRIAN
"Yea, this is a little like football, strategy and plays, I see your point!"
JOHN
"Just remember, we believe in good management, vision...just can't fail with all this positive energy going down, we just can't, now it important that you believe, too!"
BRIAN
"Sound like a winner...let me go check my messages, I'll be back!"
WALKING INTO HIS OFFICE, BRIAN SEE'S RED LIGHT BLINKING ON BUSINESS LINE
HE PROMPTS FIRST CALL
COMPUTERIZED OPERATOR
"You have four messages...message number one received on..."
BRIAN ADVANCES BUTTON
"Hello, this is Officer Jeff Brown with he Louisiana Department of Game and Fisheries...we have just released a trapper on his own recognizes, apparently was caught interfering with tags on other owner's traps...according to our records show that you hold his transfer licence and continually mentioned your name as his bonding agent, please call me when your available, thank you!"
BRIAN ADVANCES BUTTON
"Hello Brian, this is Detective Brown at the Modesto Police department, this is in reference to a complaint filed against your estate by the Thomson family for compliance of a death benefit associated with your relationship with Mister Thomson. We are simply requesting a simple statement as to your business dealings leading up to his demise...hope all is well, please contact me as soon as possible, thanks!"
BRIAN ADVANCES BUTTON
"Hey Brian, this is Ron Sheffield, looks like we're going to have to chill down the sludge and see if we can get it going tomorrow nothing guaranteed maybe forced to add a little Nitrate to keep everything stable, no biggy...but we're just going to have to wait till the tanks are sterile, call me if you have any questions, bye!"
BRIAN ADVANCES BUTTON
"Hello Mister Cashman, this is Bill Ward with Columbus Wineries...just wanted you to know that me and the family felt bad about the problems you were having with the grapes, our condolences to the Thomson family, as we were not sure what type of man he was to do something like he did...in any case, we have clean vats and would express great pleasure in processing your harvest, please let me know if I can be of assistance, thank you!"
COMPUTERIZED OPERATOR
"There are no new messages, AT&T!"
BRIAN RUNNING INTO KITCHEN WHERE JOHN IS COOKING
BRIAN
"That's it!"
JOHN
"What's it?"
BRIAN
"I'm going to let that guy Ward and his wayward family do the Port Vodka...call up your driver friend, whatever his name is, and have him get his truck...I'm calling Sheffield up and having this stuff shipped over, assuming we can do this in time!"
JOHN
"But it's been strained and berdaded already, it's just sludge...it will be a mess!"
BRIAN
"Well then, I guess we'll just have to sump it up with a pump...put it in a milk tanker, one of those stainless steel milk tankers...I don't know, let's just get it over there!"
JOHN
"We transport it, we'll make it all good then?"
BRIAN CALLING BILL WARD AT COLUMBUS WINERIES ON PHONE
BRIAN
"Hey Bill, this is Brian, is your offer still good, cause I'll bring it over right now if your ready?"
BILL WARD
"Yes, yes of course, we process it now, what you need?"
BRIAN
"Well, I have a friend who has a tanker, and I'll pay the cost for all that, but I figure we can pump the sludge and get it over there a.s.a.p....sound good?"
WARD
"I'm ready to receive when your ready to bring it!"
BRIAN
"Good, let me call Sheffield and let him know we're coming, I'll get back to you later, bye!"
BRIAN CALLING SHEFFIELD, RON ANSWERING
RON
""Hey Brian, what's up?"
BRIAN
"Well, we had a little change of plans, was starting to get a little nervous about things, didn't want to start putting Nitrates into the sludge, but talked with Bill Ward over at Columbus...said he'd take the sludge right now and get it going, what do you think?"
RON
"You really surprise me Cashman, just throwing away everything we've worked for here, the contract, the loyal trust, what gives?"
BRIAN
"What gives...what's to give, what's to be gotten...if my shit spoils, we've got nothing...I've got nothing to lose at this point, so just let me do what I've got to do!"
RON
"And...just what is that?"
BRIAN
"Well, I'm coming over with a stainless steel milk transport and sucking up all my sludge and try to get it over to Columbus before it's too late!"
RON
"Well, you can't do that just now, not just like that...don't forget you still owe me for processing, for storage, legal fees!"
BRIAN
"Yea, let me drop a dime to Lieutenant Brown, I'll call him up and have a police escort in-tow, then we'll see who's sucking sludge...is that the way you want to play this?"
RON
"Alright, your still being billed for my services, your not going away without first..."
BRIAN
"Yea, yea...yea, sue me...take me to court...I figure with all the bullshit you wasted or managed to waste with my thirty-five bushels of grapes, putting them into contaminated vats along with the remains of your expired sales manager...mmm tasty...I swear Sheffield, your a fucking prick if there ever was one to called that!"
RON
"Don't you be calling me what I am...I mean, think you can just put names on people like that...out of the blue...don't be telling me what to think?"
BRIAN
"I just did, happy now...look when we get there with the tanker, I would highly suggest that you move to the side so we don't accidentally mistake you for a dog turd or something...I'm coming in and sucking up my shit, understand?"
RON
"Well, well...you just come and get it, but don't ask me for any more favors?"
BRIAN
"Favors...try burden just a big stinking burden ..that's all you've ever managed to be to me...all you guys working on margins, I'll tell you, this is all going to catch up to you..that slippery slope crap form of doing business has to stop!"
RON
"It's a business that's been here since..."
BRIAN
"I know Ron, forever and ever, what the fuck ever...all I know is that my First Harvest is not going down without a fight...do you even understand that concept of hard work, a greater power, or is it all reliant upon bullshit cheese-ball smoke and screen scenarios?
RON
"We run a respectable business here, no need to belittle my grandfather's efforts!"
BRIAN
"Yea, Pappy's probably up there trying to get his name changed right now...you've disgraced all he's worked for, all that he represented, your a real piece of work Ron...so look for our truck and step aside, we've got wine to make...
RON
"But, you can't just..."
BRIAN
"Can't what fuckhead...ah, I can and I will...good bye Mister Sheffield, good-bye..."
scene close
WALKING INTO HIS OFFICE, BRIAN SEE'S RED LIGHT BLINKING ON BUSINESS LINE
HE PROMPTS FIRST CALL
COMPUTERIZED OPERATOR
"You have four messages...message number one received on..."
BRIAN ADVANCES BUTTON
"Hello, this is Officer Jeff Brown with he Louisiana Department of Game and Fisheries...we have just released a trapper on his own recognizes, apparently was caught interfering with tags on other owner's traps...according to our records show that you hold his transfer licence and continually mentioned your name as his bonding agent, please call me when your available, thank you!"
BRIAN ADVANCES BUTTON
"Hello Brian, this is Detective Brown at the Modesto Police department, this is in reference to a complaint filed against your estate by the Thomson family for compliance of a death benefit associated with your relationship with Mister Thomson. We are simply requesting a simple statement as to your business dealings leading up to his demise...hope all is well, please contact me as soon as possible, thanks!"
BRIAN ADVANCES BUTTON
"Hey Brian, this is Ron Sheffield, looks like we're going to have to chill down the sludge and see if we can get it going tomorrow nothing guaranteed maybe forced to add a little Nitrate to keep everything stable, no biggy...but we're just going to have to wait till the tanks are sterile, call me if you have any questions, bye!"
BRIAN ADVANCES BUTTON
"Hello Mister Cashman, this is Bill Ward with Columbus Wineries...just wanted you to know that me and the family felt bad about the problems you were having with the grapes, our condolences to the Thomson family, as we were not sure what type of man he was to do something like he did...in any case, we have clean vats and would express great pleasure in processing your harvest, please let me know if I can be of assistance, thank you!"
COMPUTERIZED OPERATOR
"There are no new messages, AT&T!"
BRIAN RUNNING INTO KITCHEN WHERE JOHN IS COOKING
BRIAN
"That's it!"
JOHN
"What's it?"
BRIAN
"I'm going to let that guy Ward and his wayward family do the Port Vodka...call up your driver friend, whatever his name is, and have him get his truck...I'm calling Sheffield up and having this stuff shipped over, assuming we can do this in time!"
JOHN
"But it's been strained and berdaded already, it's just sludge...it will be a mess!"
BRIAN
"Well then, I guess we'll just have to sump it up with a pump...put it in a milk tanker, one of those stainless steel milk tankers...I don't know, let's just get it over there!"
JOHN
"We transport it, we'll make it all good then?"
BRIAN CALLING BILL WARD AT COLUMBUS WINERIES ON PHONE
BRIAN
"Hey Bill, this is Brian, is your offer still good, cause I'll bring it over right now if your ready?"
BILL WARD
"Yes, yes of course, we process it now, what you need?"
BRIAN
"Well, I have a friend who has a tanker, and I'll pay the cost for all that, but I figure we can pump the sludge and get it over there a.s.a.p....sound good?"
WARD
"I'm ready to receive when your ready to bring it!"
BRIAN
"Good, let me call Sheffield and let him know we're coming, I'll get back to you later, bye!"
BRIAN CALLING SHEFFIELD, RON ANSWERING
RON
""Hey Brian, what's up?"
BRIAN
"Well, we had a little change of plans, was starting to get a little nervous about things, didn't want to start putting Nitrates into the sludge, but talked with Bill Ward over at Columbus...said he'd take the sludge right now and get it going, what do you think?"
RON
"You really surprise me Cashman, just throwing away everything we've worked for here, the contract, the loyal trust, what gives?"
BRIAN
"What gives...what's to give, what's to be gotten...if my shit spoils, we've got nothing...I've got nothing to lose at this point, so just let me do what I've got to do!"
RON
"And...just what is that?"
BRIAN
"Well, I'm coming over with a stainless steel milk transport and sucking up all my sludge and try to get it over to Columbus before it's too late!"
RON
"Well, you can't do that just now, not just like that...don't forget you still owe me for processing, for storage, legal fees!"
BRIAN
"Yea, let me drop a dime to Lieutenant Brown, I'll call him up and have a police escort in-tow, then we'll see who's sucking sludge...is that the way you want to play this?"
RON
"Alright, your still being billed for my services, your not going away without first..."
BRIAN
"Yea, yea...yea, sue me...take me to court...I figure with all the bullshit you wasted or managed to waste with my thirty-five bushels of grapes, putting them into contaminated vats along with the remains of your expired sales manager...mmm tasty...I swear Sheffield, your a fucking prick if there ever was one to called that!"
RON
"Don't you be calling me what I am...I mean, think you can just put names on people like that...out of the blue...don't be telling me what to think?"
BRIAN
"I just did, happy now...look when we get there with the tanker, I would highly suggest that you move to the side so we don't accidentally mistake you for a dog turd or something...I'm coming in and sucking up my shit, understand?"
RON
"Well, well...you just come and get it, but don't ask me for any more favors?"
BRIAN
"Favors...try burden just a big stinking burden ..that's all you've ever managed to be to me...all you guys working on margins, I'll tell you, this is all going to catch up to you..that slippery slope crap form of doing business has to stop!"
RON
"It's a business that's been here since..."
BRIAN
"I know Ron, forever and ever, what the fuck ever...all I know is that my First Harvest is not going down without a fight...do you even understand that concept of hard work, a greater power, or is it all reliant upon bullshit cheese-ball smoke and screen scenarios?
RON
"We run a respectable business here, no need to belittle my grandfather's efforts!"
BRIAN
"Yea, Pappy's probably up there trying to get his name changed right now...you've disgraced all he's worked for, all that he represented, your a real piece of work Ron...so look for our truck and step aside, we've got wine to make...
RON
"But, you can't just..."
BRIAN
"Can't what fuckhead...ah, I can and I will...good bye Mister Sheffield, good-bye..."
scene close
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