Sandy Takes Mama (77)

Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2013

WINE MAMA (77)

SANDY TAKES MAMA

INT: GATORTAIL RESTAURANT-BRIAN'S OFFICE-11 A. M.

(CONTINUED)

JOHN COMES RUNNING INTO BRIAN'S OFFICE

"Boss, where Miss Sandy go...she burn rubber out of here, where she go?"

BRIAN

"Yea, she's going to the vineyard to clean her gun or something, she's my wife now, so I'm not suppose to argue with her...after all...I have her insured now!"

JOHN

"What she clean gun for?"

BRIAN

"I guess she's going to go down and shoot that Mama Gator, remember that over-sized pregnant one that you held at broom point, the one we illegally imported into the state?"

JOHN

"But why you not go after her, she could get injured?"

BRIAN

"What would you like for me to do, the Gator's probably asleep under some mud, and knowing Sandy she'll come to her senses and be giving me a call for help any moment now...we'll I hope so anyway?"

JOHN

"If Mama wakes up, she can eat Sandy, she's probably hungry, Gator can outrun man in short sprint...waddle quick, she wait till you within her range, then attack!"

(scene switch)

EXT: HUDSON VINEYARDS-DOWN TRAIL BY CREEK

SANDY WEARING RUBBER BOOTS WALKING SLOWLY ALONG OUTSIDE OF BANK BEHIND ROW OF BUSHES, LOOKING FOR MOMENT, HAS FORTY-FIVE PISTOL IN HAND, WITH A POKING STICK WITH A NAIL TIP ON IT

SANDY TALKING TO MAMA GATOR

"Hey Mama, woo-hoo, you home...it's just Sandy, wanted to see if I could get you anything?"

FINALLY SPOTTING THE BUSH OVERHANG OVER THE MUD JETTY, SHE DECIDES TO THROW A ROCK INTO IT

THERE'S A SUDDEN SWOOSH OF TURBULENCE AS MAMA GATOR TURNS VIOLENTLY TOWARD SANDY, OPENING JAWS AND HISSING

SANDY MISFIRES PISTOL INTO TREE, AS SHE SLIPS DOWN INTO A MUDDY CREVICE LESS THAN TWENTY FEET FROM THE GATOR NEST

MAMA GATOR STARTS TO MOVE TOWARD WHERE SANDY IS STUCK

SANDY PULLS HER FEET OUT OF THE STUCK BOOTS AND STARTS RUNNING BACK UP PATH BAREFOOTED, PISTOL IN HAND, SHE MAKES IT BACK TO THE HOUSE UNSCATHED, SHE DECIDES TO MAKE PHONE CALL

MAMA GATOR FINDS PAIR OF STUCK BOOTS AND PROCEEDS TO TEAR THEM INTO LITTLE RUBBER STRIPS

SANDY

"Hey Brian, ah...I was almost breakfast...but I found her!"

BRIAN

"Really, well that's good...did you two have a spat or something, couldn't see eye to eye about your Gator purse and belt business, what was it Sandy?"

SANDY CRYING

"Brian, this is not funny, that fucking thing almost ate my ass...freaking me out man..."

BRIAN

"Well, I just assumed you had everything under control, and by the way, you did remember what Bob said about having her bury her eggs first, then blasting her into Gator Heaven...or did we forget?"

SANDY

"I know, I wasn't thinking...I just don't want you to get into trouble with this thing."

BRIAN

"No, it's Billy's Gator Wholesale that's on my shit list, but you have to be cool with these people, you can't just start spatting off and threatening people just because they fucked up...diplomacy my sweet, try to remember that!"

SANDY

"I'm going to take a shower, did you want to come out and meet me later?"

BRIAN

"For what, I just said the Gator is not ready to be messed with...I figure a couple of days, then we'll mess with it, it's only Tuesday, so what is it?"

SANDY

"No, no I understand that, I thought maybe if I warmed up some honey and you came over, I could pour some of it on you, and lick it off...the way we did it last time?"

LONG SILENCE

BRIAN BREATHING HEAVILY

BRIAN

"Let me close out these books and get my keys, I'll be right over..."

HANGING UP PHONE, SANDY SMILING, LAYING IN BED STARING AT CEILING

SANDY TALKING TO HERSELF

"Get 'em with honey, works every time..."

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