Wine Mama (64) Poetry In Sludge

Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013

WINE MAMA (64)

POETRY IN SLUDGE

BRIAN DRIVING OVER TO SHEFFIELD WINERIES

SEE'S GATES CLOSED, CALLS JOHN ON PHONE


BRIAN

"Hey, what's up...you bringing the truck?"


JOHN

"Yea, we're almost there, had to get some fuel...what's it look like over there?"


BRIAN

"Well, haven't tried to enter the gate, just sitting here waiting for the sparks to fly!"

(30 MINUTES LATER)

TRUCK PULLS UP BEHIND BRIAN'S VAN, THEY BOTH APPROACH GUARD GATE

BRIAN LEANS HEAD OUT OF WINDOW, TALKING TO GUARD


BRIAN

"Good morning, I'm Brian Cashman, we're here to pick up some sludge from Mister Sheffield."


GUARD

"Yea, Mister Sheffield has been expecting you, come on in."

OPENING GATE, BRIAN SPOTS RON SHEFFIELD WITH SEVERAL GUARDS HOLDING RIFLES, WALKING OVER TO HIM


SHEFFIELD

"Morning Cashman, looks like you've got your equipment there, how were you planning on getting your stuff out of here?"


BRIAN

"I guess we'll just sump it, pump it, whatever it takes...do you have an access area where we can park the truck?"


SHEFFIELD

"Look, this is the first time I've ever let anybody take they're stuff back like this, are you sure this is what you want to do?"


BRIAN

"We've already been through this, Bill Ward...you do remember him, your accomplice...we'll looks like we're going to be doing business after all!"


SHEFFIELD

"He's going to screw up your batch, he can't do that much at one time anyway...it's just a mom and pop operation!"


BRIAN

"Well, I'm not going to get into all the legal shit, but I don't have time to explain my feelings about both of you, but right now, we're just trying to save my grapes, haven't got a lot of wiggle room here, so let's team together and try to get something accomplished.

SHEFFIELD LOOKING DISGUSTED


SHEFFIELD

"The holding vats are over on the left side of the building, you can put your hoses in the pit holes, don't forget to meter this, cause I don't want you coming back bitchen about being shorted or anything!"


BRIAN

"You've already short changed me...I'm just on a mercy mission, I could really do without all explanation, cause anything else we do here is going to be in a court of law."


SHEFFIELD

"It was an accident, there was never any intent...so there was a little body wash, we lost about fifteen hundred bushels...it's not the end of the world!"


BRIAN

"I'm learning about this business, and I can see what kind of slime balls it's made of...trust me, next time around, I'm just going to take out a loan and do this myself!"


SHEFFIELD

"For something your going to do once a year, it's not even worth it..."


BRIAN

"Get out of my way if you don't mind, I've got some sucking to do!"


SHEFFIELD

"By all means, go suck your crap up and get the hell out of here!"

(2 Hours Later)

PUMP TO TRUCK STARTS TO OVERHEAT AND SHUTS DOWN


BRIAN

"John, what the hell happened?"

JOHN CHECKING PIPE INPUT


JOHN

"Too much crap built up on pump...most of this doesn't even look like grape sludge...looks like contamination, leaves and paper."


BRIAN

"It figures, they probably dropped all kinds of garbage in here, how much have we got?"

JOHN LOOKING AT METER


JOHN

"Looks like about thirteen-thousand seven hundred, what do you want to do?"


BRIAN

"Out of twenty or so, I think we just need to pull the hose and boogie the hell out of here...what do you think?"


JOHN

"Your asking me, I'm surprised we even retrieved this much, I was almost sure that dude was going to chase us away...considering how shady all this is...well Boss, let's just say you lucked out again!" 


BRIAN

"Your probably right, I just feel all screwed over by this...let's pull this load and go, Bill's probably waiting!"

SHEFFIELD WALKS OUT


SHEFFIELD

"Well, did you suck your sludge, are we all happy here?"


BRIAN

"Dancing on a cloud man...couldn't get everything I came for, seems like you had a little garbage in the tank...couldn't explain that by the way...could you?"


SHEFFIELD

"Have no idea what your talking about, anything you had in that vat belonged to you...don't you point fingers at me!"

BRIAN WALKS OVER AND PUNCHES SHEFFIELD IN THE HEAD

GUARDS WALK UP AND START PUSHING BRIAN AROUND

JOHN PUSHES REVERSE PUMP ON TANKER

WINE SLUDGE KNOCKS ALL THE GUARDS OFF THEIR FEET

TURNING PUMP OFF HE SCREAMS TO BRIAN


JOHN

"Come on Boss, let's go, let's go!"


BRIAN

"Right behind you John."

JOHN DRIVES TANKER TOWARD GATE

GUARD REFUSES TO LET THEM OUT SO JOHN PLOWS FENCE DOWN AS BRIAN FOLLOWS IN VAN

OTHER GUARDS GET UP FROM THEIR SLUDGE BATH AND START FIRING WEAPONS AT BOTH VEHICLES, TO NO EFFECT

SHEFFIELD RUNNING OUT, MAKING COMMENT


SHEFFIELD

"I'm not done with Cashman, if he knew what was good for him, sucker should have stuck to his Gatortails while he had the chance, hey...get some guys over here to clean up this crap, and you guys...go get a shower before the flies eat you up!"



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