Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2014
WINE MAMA (80)
GATOR EGG FRENZY
ENT: GATORTAIL RESTAURANT-BRIAN'S OFFICE-WEDNESDAY-11 A.M.
JOHN COMES RUNNING IN, BRIAN ON PHONE, SANDY DOWNLOADING A RECIPE
JOHN
"Boss, we already sell out of Gator omelets, they go like firecrackers...just two hours, ninety orders, big deal I tell you!"
BRIAN
"But we only had what...fifty Gator eggs to start with, must have been some pretty small orders?"
JOHN
"No, I mix egg with Egg Beaters, stretch them out, only use twenty eggs, they pretty strong, so I cut them, worked out perfect!"
SANDY
"I just got this recipe for an egg custard pie, wanna give that a try?"
JOHN
"Anything for you Miss Sandy, maybe try a cake, too!"
SANDY
"It's ashame we don't have more of these to go around..."
BRIAN
"Actually, we are just calling them that, we aren't going to actually admit to having real Gator eggs, that would raise too many eyebrows...I've got too many eyebrows watching us as it is!"
JOHN
"A customer...ah Mike, Mike Bordeaux something recognized that it was legit, he live in Louisiana for while, thought it was so weird you serving this in Modesto of all places!
BRIAN
"Well, let's hope he not a food writer or anything?"
JOHN
"He is or was, I just told him it was special process...make it taste a lot like real thing!"
BRIAN
"How did he respond to that?"
JOHN
"Just said I do great job as chef, taste like real deal, so I think we're okay..."
(scene switch)
EXT: TROPICANA CASINO PARKING GARAGE-LAS VEGAS-1 P.M.
TROPICANA SECURITY GUARD FINDS TWO-THOUSAND TWELVE TAN BENTLEY ON SECOND LEVEL WITH APPARENT BULLET HOLES IN SIDE WINDOW
LOOKING INTO CAR. HE SEE'S SEVERAL VICTIMS, APPARENTLY DECEASED FROM GUN SHOT WOUNDS, CALLS IN DISCOVERY
TONY BRIGHT (SECURITY DETAIL)
"Break, dispatch...Officer Bright, twenty-seven...have just discovered bullet riddled car on the second level, bodies inside...need to call Clark County, ten-four?"
DISPATCH
"How many bodies do you see, what's your slot number there, ten-four?"
BRIGHT
"I can see three through the window, but they're may be more...I'm at, let's see...slot two-forty two, ten four?"
DISPATCH
"Okay twenty-two, secure area and maintain position, I just got acknowledgement that Homicide is in route, ten-four?"
BRIGHT
"Is this a play down or where should I seal the area off at, ten-four?"
DISPATCH
"You know the drill, no comments and no media unless authorized by management, understand, ten-four?"
BRIGHT
"Okay, twenty-seven ten-six!"
(TWO HOURS LATER)
CLARK COUNTY HOMICIDE AND CSI DETECTIVES HAVE COMBED THROUGH THE EVIDENCE AND HAVE JUST ABOUT WRAPPED UP THEIR INVESTIGATION
DETECTIVE GLENN
This guy here really took a couple of close hits, back of his head is all blown out..Mike what was his make again?"
DETECTIVE MIKE
"I've got him listed as Ron Sheffield of Modesto, California, and I guess one or both of these girls must be his girlfriends or something...but I've got a Linda Martin thirty two out of Los Angeles, and a Peggy Warden from Glendale, California...what's your guess Glenn?"
DETECTIVE GLENN
"Random hit, looks like they riffled through all their possessions, so I see a couple of Hispanics on the parking lot video, but I don't actually see the guns go off, so it looks like this took place somewhere else, they drove the car over here, then went through their stuff, something like that!"
DETECTIVE MIKE
"So, the video didn't show..."
DETECTIVE GLENN
"No man, look...the gunshots were from the other side of the car, on the opposite from the camera...from this side the car looks fine...see!"
DETECTIVE MIKE
"Now I know why you have all them cute little stars, your good!"
DETECTIVE GLENN
"I don't know about that, just observant, let's get the boys over here to pull these phones and get the black box from under the dash, hopefully we'll be able to trace this back to where this car has been?"
DETECTIVE MIKE
"His business card says that he's the president of Sheffield Winery in Modesto...kind of explains the nice ride here?"
DETECTIVE GLENN
"Unless he was just party hopping, that was a hell of a journey for him to make all the way from Modesto to Vegas?"
DETECTIVE MIKE
"Well, he was wealthy, had no previous arrest or warrants, what's your call on this?"
DETECTIVE GLENN
"He had a reason for driving in, something where he wouldn't be documented or red-flagged at the airport...he had a specific reason for being here."
DETECTIVE MIKE
"I'm not sure where your going with this theory...help me here?"
DETECTIVE GLENN
"From what records I do have, he liked to stay at the Cosmopolitan, but for some reason he was over at the Palms, checking on something, or someone?"
DETECTIVE MIKE
"I'm still not sure why your so sure of anything unusual...probably just a random shooting..."
DETECTIVE GLENN
"No, Mister Sheffield always came into town through the Executive Terminal, there was a reason why he would drive his personal car this far."
DETECTIVE MIKE
"Okay, but what would be so suspicious.
DETECTIVE GLENN
"He owned his own jet, a Grumman twenty-six, how would you be coming to Vegas?"
DETECTIVE MIKE
"I see your point, you know you need to get bigger lapels cause somebody's getting another star here!"
DETECTIVE GLENN
"My wife tells me to just get them sewn on, she hates messing with them when she washes..."
DETECTIVE MIKE
"How about just one big star for your forehead?
DETECTIVE GLENN
"Shut up Mike, come on...let's get over to the lab..."
(scene switch)
ENT: BRIAN'S HOUSE-MASTER BEDROOM-10 P.M.
BRIAN AND SANDY LAYING NEXT TO EACH OTHER, FINISHING A BOTTLE OF PORT, CHANNEL THREE MODESTO NEWS JUST COMING ON
NEWSCASTER
"And topping our stories at ten-o'clock, Clark County Sheriff's Department reports that long time owner of the Sheffield Wineries, Ron Sheffield forty-two years of age was found murdered with several of his secretaries at a popular Las Vegas casino. All detectives would report is that it appears to be a random shooting, and that he and his staff were found in his bullet riddled Bentley by a security guard on the second-level of a parking garage. Although not available for an on camera, the security guard was quoted as saying, you get that when you flashing your Bentley, your stuff, his head was all blown up, everything on the seat, real messed up...in other news North Korean President Kim Jung Thong fed Dennis Rodman to his dogs after losing three straight basketball games against the Guam Tornadoes, the president was quoted as saying, "Say Hi to my uncle, you two deserve each other!", and with the weather here's Ted Lewis..."
SANDY MUTES VOLUME
"Brian, what if they find out I shot a bullet into the dash, they can't do that can they?"
BRIAN
"Well, they never said they found any weapons, so somebody took them...I guess your fingerprints are on that gun you use'd, but there's probably all kinds of fingerprints...how did the car get over to a parking garage all the way across town from the court house if the dashboard was all blown out?"
SANDY
"Yea, I blasted the shit out of that thing, I don't understand any of this...why can't they just leave us alone...I'm so sick of these weasels?"
BRIAN
"Well, at this rate...we won't have anybody left, one thing for sure...
SANDY
"What's that?"
BRIAN
"Won't have to worry about Ron fucking with my grapes anymore...done deal there!"
SANDY
"Hell of a way to get the point across!"
BRIAN
"Somebody upstairs pulling some switches or something...this is just too weird?"
SANDY
"I see what you mean now, kinda spooky, but kind of cool, too, whoever, whatever it is...keep up the good work (looking up, her hands clasp), we need all the help we can get down here!"
BRIAN
"Amen to that..."
SANDY
"Hey, you want to...you know?"
BRIAN
"Right after what we just talked about, I feel like an exhibitionist to the spirit world?"
SANDY
"Hey, I'm sure they have a few voyeurs up there, too"
BRIAN
"Sandy, your just too much girl, come here..."
SANDY
"Hey you guys up there...the show is about to begin, please take your seats..."
BOTH GIGGLING
scene close
ENT: GATORTAIL RESTAURANT-BRIAN'S OFFICE-WEDNESDAY-11 A.M.
JOHN COMES RUNNING IN, BRIAN ON PHONE, SANDY DOWNLOADING A RECIPE
JOHN
"Boss, we already sell out of Gator omelets, they go like firecrackers...just two hours, ninety orders, big deal I tell you!"
BRIAN
"But we only had what...fifty Gator eggs to start with, must have been some pretty small orders?"
JOHN
"No, I mix egg with Egg Beaters, stretch them out, only use twenty eggs, they pretty strong, so I cut them, worked out perfect!"
SANDY
"I just got this recipe for an egg custard pie, wanna give that a try?"
JOHN
"Anything for you Miss Sandy, maybe try a cake, too!"
SANDY
"It's ashame we don't have more of these to go around..."
BRIAN
"Actually, we are just calling them that, we aren't going to actually admit to having real Gator eggs, that would raise too many eyebrows...I've got too many eyebrows watching us as it is!"
JOHN
"A customer...ah Mike, Mike Bordeaux something recognized that it was legit, he live in Louisiana for while, thought it was so weird you serving this in Modesto of all places!
BRIAN
"Well, let's hope he not a food writer or anything?"
JOHN
"He is or was, I just told him it was special process...make it taste a lot like real thing!"
BRIAN
"How did he respond to that?"
JOHN
"Just said I do great job as chef, taste like real deal, so I think we're okay..."
(scene switch)
EXT: TROPICANA CASINO PARKING GARAGE-LAS VEGAS-1 P.M.
TROPICANA SECURITY GUARD FINDS TWO-THOUSAND TWELVE TAN BENTLEY ON SECOND LEVEL WITH APPARENT BULLET HOLES IN SIDE WINDOW
LOOKING INTO CAR. HE SEE'S SEVERAL VICTIMS, APPARENTLY DECEASED FROM GUN SHOT WOUNDS, CALLS IN DISCOVERY
TONY BRIGHT (SECURITY DETAIL)
"Break, dispatch...Officer Bright, twenty-seven...have just discovered bullet riddled car on the second level, bodies inside...need to call Clark County, ten-four?"
DISPATCH
"How many bodies do you see, what's your slot number there, ten-four?"
BRIGHT
"I can see three through the window, but they're may be more...I'm at, let's see...slot two-forty two, ten four?"
DISPATCH
"Okay twenty-two, secure area and maintain position, I just got acknowledgement that Homicide is in route, ten-four?"
BRIGHT
"Is this a play down or where should I seal the area off at, ten-four?"
DISPATCH
"You know the drill, no comments and no media unless authorized by management, understand, ten-four?"
BRIGHT
"Okay, twenty-seven ten-six!"
(TWO HOURS LATER)
CLARK COUNTY HOMICIDE AND CSI DETECTIVES HAVE COMBED THROUGH THE EVIDENCE AND HAVE JUST ABOUT WRAPPED UP THEIR INVESTIGATION
DETECTIVE GLENN
This guy here really took a couple of close hits, back of his head is all blown out..Mike what was his make again?"
DETECTIVE MIKE
"I've got him listed as Ron Sheffield of Modesto, California, and I guess one or both of these girls must be his girlfriends or something...but I've got a Linda Martin thirty two out of Los Angeles, and a Peggy Warden from Glendale, California...what's your guess Glenn?"
DETECTIVE GLENN
"Random hit, looks like they riffled through all their possessions, so I see a couple of Hispanics on the parking lot video, but I don't actually see the guns go off, so it looks like this took place somewhere else, they drove the car over here, then went through their stuff, something like that!"
DETECTIVE MIKE
"So, the video didn't show..."
DETECTIVE GLENN
"No man, look...the gunshots were from the other side of the car, on the opposite from the camera...from this side the car looks fine...see!"
DETECTIVE MIKE
"Now I know why you have all them cute little stars, your good!"
DETECTIVE GLENN
"I don't know about that, just observant, let's get the boys over here to pull these phones and get the black box from under the dash, hopefully we'll be able to trace this back to where this car has been?"
DETECTIVE MIKE
"His business card says that he's the president of Sheffield Winery in Modesto...kind of explains the nice ride here?"
DETECTIVE GLENN
"Unless he was just party hopping, that was a hell of a journey for him to make all the way from Modesto to Vegas?"
DETECTIVE MIKE
"Well, he was wealthy, had no previous arrest or warrants, what's your call on this?"
DETECTIVE GLENN
"He had a reason for driving in, something where he wouldn't be documented or red-flagged at the airport...he had a specific reason for being here."
DETECTIVE MIKE
"I'm not sure where your going with this theory...help me here?"
DETECTIVE GLENN
"From what records I do have, he liked to stay at the Cosmopolitan, but for some reason he was over at the Palms, checking on something, or someone?"
DETECTIVE MIKE
"I'm still not sure why your so sure of anything unusual...probably just a random shooting..."
DETECTIVE GLENN
"No, Mister Sheffield always came into town through the Executive Terminal, there was a reason why he would drive his personal car this far."
DETECTIVE MIKE
"Okay, but what would be so suspicious.
DETECTIVE GLENN
"He owned his own jet, a Grumman twenty-six, how would you be coming to Vegas?"
DETECTIVE MIKE
"I see your point, you know you need to get bigger lapels cause somebody's getting another star here!"
DETECTIVE GLENN
"My wife tells me to just get them sewn on, she hates messing with them when she washes..."
DETECTIVE MIKE
"How about just one big star for your forehead?
DETECTIVE GLENN
"Shut up Mike, come on...let's get over to the lab..."
(scene switch)
ENT: BRIAN'S HOUSE-MASTER BEDROOM-10 P.M.
BRIAN AND SANDY LAYING NEXT TO EACH OTHER, FINISHING A BOTTLE OF PORT, CHANNEL THREE MODESTO NEWS JUST COMING ON
NEWSCASTER
"And topping our stories at ten-o'clock, Clark County Sheriff's Department reports that long time owner of the Sheffield Wineries, Ron Sheffield forty-two years of age was found murdered with several of his secretaries at a popular Las Vegas casino. All detectives would report is that it appears to be a random shooting, and that he and his staff were found in his bullet riddled Bentley by a security guard on the second-level of a parking garage. Although not available for an on camera, the security guard was quoted as saying, you get that when you flashing your Bentley, your stuff, his head was all blown up, everything on the seat, real messed up...in other news North Korean President Kim Jung Thong fed Dennis Rodman to his dogs after losing three straight basketball games against the Guam Tornadoes, the president was quoted as saying, "Say Hi to my uncle, you two deserve each other!", and with the weather here's Ted Lewis..."
SANDY MUTES VOLUME
"Brian, what if they find out I shot a bullet into the dash, they can't do that can they?"
BRIAN
"Well, they never said they found any weapons, so somebody took them...I guess your fingerprints are on that gun you use'd, but there's probably all kinds of fingerprints...how did the car get over to a parking garage all the way across town from the court house if the dashboard was all blown out?"
SANDY
"Yea, I blasted the shit out of that thing, I don't understand any of this...why can't they just leave us alone...I'm so sick of these weasels?"
BRIAN
"Well, at this rate...we won't have anybody left, one thing for sure...
SANDY
"What's that?"
BRIAN
"Won't have to worry about Ron fucking with my grapes anymore...done deal there!"
SANDY
"Hell of a way to get the point across!"
BRIAN
"Somebody upstairs pulling some switches or something...this is just too weird?"
SANDY
"I see what you mean now, kinda spooky, but kind of cool, too, whoever, whatever it is...keep up the good work (looking up, her hands clasp), we need all the help we can get down here!"
BRIAN
"Amen to that..."
SANDY
"Hey, you want to...you know?"
BRIAN
"Right after what we just talked about, I feel like an exhibitionist to the spirit world?"
SANDY
"Hey, I'm sure they have a few voyeurs up there, too"
BRIAN
"Sandy, your just too much girl, come here..."
SANDY
"Hey you guys up there...the show is about to begin, please take your seats..."
BOTH GIGGLING
scene close
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