Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2014
WINE MAMA (84)
HANDBAGS, BELTS, AND WALLETS
ENT: GATORTAIL RESTAURANT-BRIAN'S OFFICE-SATURDAY-10 A.M.
BRIAN IS GOING THROUGH RECEIPTS, WHILE SANDY IS FILLING OUT STOCK ORDERS, WHEN BOB STOKES (SANDY'S COBBLER FOR ALL HER LEATHER GOODS) PAYS A VISIT TO THE OFFICE WITH SOME SAMPLES
SANDY
"Hey Bob, how are you doing, great to see you!"
BOB
"Yea, Miss Hudson...I mean Cashman...congradulations on your marriage...great to see you again, hope I'm not in the way of anything?"
SANDY
Oh Bob, I'd like you to meet my new Hubby, this is Brian Cashman, Brian this is Bob Stokes the famous resident cobbler to Modesto!"
BRIAN
"Nice to meet the creator of such nice stuff, Sandy brags about you all the time, so how long have you been in the leather business?"
BOB
"Oh, all my life, my Father pass this down to me as a child, but he would just tan hides for boots and belts, I expanded it to wallets, handbags, and I still some styles of boots, but not so much...have been doing this for over fifty years."
BRIAN
"So, did you two have some ideas for this, cause I honestly don't know if this will just be a one time thing with this leather, we were accidently sent all these Gators from Louisiana, but they had been cleaned or anything...just put them in a bag, threw some dry ice over 'em and sent them out on the Fed-Ex, pretty expensive, too...so I just wanted to see if I could recoup some of my cost?"
BOB
"Yes, very difficult skin to tan, must be very careful with your salting, must be very dry...I have all the skins you gave me on the sawhorses...I weighed the hides out to about twelve-hundred pounds from all ten of them...some of the hides were too improperler cut up to use for handbags, those I saw for wallets and belts, but main reason I came over was to get paperwork for source of hides...in California, they like proof of origination, so I need to get a copy of your shipping receipt detailing port of origin, I'm sure you understand?"
SANDY
"Yea, I have already pulled up a copy, so could I come by the shop and see what we've got going?"
BOB
"Of course Sandy, my home is your home, we go see what you want to do...in person you can better see what we have to work with..."
SANDY
"Hey Babe...need me for anything around here, only be a couple of hours.
BRIAN
"Sure, go knock your lights out, bring me home a nice wallet or something!"
BOB
"It was so nice to meet you Mister Cashman...just Love your restaurant by the way..."
BRIAN
"Thanks Bob, give me a call later Sandy!
SANDY AND BRIAN GIVE EACH OTHER A HUG AND A KISS
(1 hour later)
ENT: GATORTAIL RESTAURANT-DINING AREA-12 NOON
GEORGE ZIMMERMAN FROM THE ORACLE EMPIRE IS SEEN COMING IN WITHOUT RESERVATION AND IS SEATED AT TABLE
JOHN RECOGNIZES ZIMMERMAN AT TABLE AND NOTIFIES BRIAN ON INTERCOM
BRIAN (on-com)
"What's he doing?"
JOHN (on-com)
"Looks like he's sitting and getting ready to order some food?"
BRIAN (on-com)
"Well, I guess as long as he's not holding us hostage or anything...no harm done, not yet anyway!"
WAITRESS (walking up to him)
"Yes Sir, welcome to the Gatortail...what will it be?"
ZIMMERMAN
"Ah, it all looks so good...let me try the Gatotail po-boy with the Jack, and the house salad, just some oil and vinegar, that sounds about right..."
WAITRESS
"Would you like something to drink with that...something from the bar perhaps?"
ZIMMERMAN
"Sure, how about a Long Island Tea...that should set me up?"
WAITRESS
"Yes, yes it will...coming up, be right back with your drink!"
JOHN STILL WATCHING ZIMMERMAN THROUGH SERVING WINDOW
TALKING TO BRIAN BACK ON INTERCOM
"I guess he cause no trouble, just filling order..."
BRIAN (on-com)
"I'm still wondering why he came all the way to Modesto from Mountain View...something's up?"
WAITRESS RETURNS TO ZIMMERMANS TABLE WITH DRINK
"You food will be here in ten, anything else I can get you?"
ZIMMERMAN
"I was just curious how business is doing?"
WAITRESS
"Well, the restaurant part is doing great, is that what you were referring to?"
ZIMMERMAN
"Well, Brian Cashman is still the owner here, isn't he?"
WAITRESS
"Yes, yes he is...he's in the back if you'd like to speak with him?"
ZIMMERMAN
"No, that's not necessary...but I was just wondering if he and...it's Sandy Cashman now right?"
WAITRESS
"Oh, yes...they finally tied the knot, they make such a fantastic couple, I'm so happy for them!
ZIMMERMAN
"So, are they still pursuing the little wine venture, they still have that vineyard right?"
WAITRESS
"Oh, yes they have already harvested the grapes and have them fermenting...won't be long till..."
SHE PAUSES AT HIS LINE OF QUESTIONING
ZIMMERMAN
"Won't be long till what?"
WAITRESS
"You know, let me go get your food, it's ready now...you sure you don't want to talk to Mister Cashman yourself?"
ZIMMERMAN
"No I'm okay, thanks..."
(30 minutes later)
HE FINISHES OFF HIS MEAL AND HIS DRINK
HAS A LITTLE BUZZ GOING
THE WAITRESS APPROACHES WITH THE CHECK
ZIMMERMAN
"That was great...so what's your name?"
SHE POINTS TO HER NAME TAG
WAITRESS (JENNIFER)
"You can just call me Jen...well thanks for coming..."
ZIMMERMAN
"Nice to meet you Jen, my name is George...George Zimmerman!"
JENNIFER
"Are you "thee" Gearge Zimmerman, like Oracle and stuff?"
ZIMMERMAN
"That's right, so you've been here a while?"
JENNIFER
"Oh, about a year or so, I really like Modesto, I'm originally from Las Vegas...kinda followed Mister Cashman over here when he came into town...look I have to get to some other tables, but it was really nice meeting you..."
ZIMMERMAN
"Same here, same here...have a nice day!"
SUDDENLY BRIAN, WHO'S BEEN WATCHING THE SURVEILLANCE CAMERA COMES OUT OF THE OFFICE AND MEETS ZIMMERMAN RIGHT AS HE EXITS ONTO ENTRANCE PATIO
BRIAN
"George...George Zimmerman, what bring you down in these parts?"
ZIMMERMAN
"Oh, nothing much, just like this homey countryside little town feel of this place, thought I'd drop in for some old-fashioned hospitatlity!"
BRIAN
"Really now, that's a pretty good spin just to drop in over here...I mean, don't get me wrong, we appreciate the business, but was they're a alterior motive anything going in the world of commerce I need to be aware of...comets, meteors coming, is North Korea threatning again?"
ZIMMERMAN WITH A SINISTER LAUGH
"Why no Mister Cashman, I just..."
BRIAN
"Just call me Brian okay, and let's cut it with the psychic foreplay, what did you come to find out, you know with the type of coin you have, one would think you'd have some bigger fish to fry...why must you and your little group of billionaire retards have to come down and pick on us little guys trying to do success without ripping off stockholders?"
ZIMMERMAN
"We pay dividends, we are voted members of our companies...we do good business...just wanted to let you know, that if you ever need some help, help is out there...all you need to do is ask!"
BRIAN
"That's complete bullshit, and you know it...you voted your officers in, then they keep voting for you because your paying your top guys a million a month, just like with Cyncle and all your other buddy pals...you haven't paid the investors a decent quarterly yet...I know what's going and the Feds do too!"
ZIMMERMAN
"I was trying to be helpful, so what you need to do is take my card just in case...never know?"
BRIAN
"Yea, okay thanks, but if this had anything to with the vineyard or the grapes, I'm guessing your just going to have eat somewhere else...guys like you are real annoying to me...and I've had just about enough of it...do you understand?"
ZIMMERMAN
"Okay Brian, I get it, no problems..."
BRIAN
"Oh, and I changed my mind...call me Mister Cashman...don't want anybody to think we're getting chummy or anything?"
ZIMMERMAN GOES AND GET'S INTO HIS ASTON MARTIN AND PEELS OUT OF PARKING LOT, BRIAN GOES BACK INTO RESTAURANT
BRIAN WALKS UP TO JENNIFER WITH A BIG SMILE ON HER FACE
BRIAN
"So what did Mister wonderful back there have to say, what was he asking about?"
JENNIFER
"Well, it seemed like the normal how's your day chit-chat, but then he started asking about you, the business, then the other buisnesses, started to cross the line a bit, so we just talked about me...as usual, but look at this...he left me a c-note for a tip!"
BRIAN
"Guess you can't hate the guy for buying all his freinds, guess that's the only way he has any?"
JENNIFER
"He runs Oracle, did you know that?"
BRIAN REACHES INTO HIS WALLET, PULLS OUT A HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL AND HANDS IT TO JENNIFER
BRIAN
"Yea, as a matter of fact I do, we go way back...guy's a walking turd!
JENNIFER
"Didn't seem so bad...kinda nosy, but not so bad...what's the hundred for?"
BRIAN
"Don't you want to be my freind, too?"
scene close
BRIAN
"Nice to meet the creator of such nice stuff, Sandy brags about you all the time, so how long have you been in the leather business?"
BOB
"Oh, all my life, my Father pass this down to me as a child, but he would just tan hides for boots and belts, I expanded it to wallets, handbags, and I still some styles of boots, but not so much...have been doing this for over fifty years."
BRIAN
"So, did you two have some ideas for this, cause I honestly don't know if this will just be a one time thing with this leather, we were accidently sent all these Gators from Louisiana, but they had been cleaned or anything...just put them in a bag, threw some dry ice over 'em and sent them out on the Fed-Ex, pretty expensive, too...so I just wanted to see if I could recoup some of my cost?"
BOB
"Yes, very difficult skin to tan, must be very careful with your salting, must be very dry...I have all the skins you gave me on the sawhorses...I weighed the hides out to about twelve-hundred pounds from all ten of them...some of the hides were too improperler cut up to use for handbags, those I saw for wallets and belts, but main reason I came over was to get paperwork for source of hides...in California, they like proof of origination, so I need to get a copy of your shipping receipt detailing port of origin, I'm sure you understand?"
SANDY
"Yea, I have already pulled up a copy, so could I come by the shop and see what we've got going?"
BOB
"Of course Sandy, my home is your home, we go see what you want to do...in person you can better see what we have to work with..."
SANDY
"Hey Babe...need me for anything around here, only be a couple of hours.
BRIAN
"Sure, go knock your lights out, bring me home a nice wallet or something!"
BOB
"It was so nice to meet you Mister Cashman...just Love your restaurant by the way..."
BRIAN
"Thanks Bob, give me a call later Sandy!
SANDY AND BRIAN GIVE EACH OTHER A HUG AND A KISS
(1 hour later)
ENT: GATORTAIL RESTAURANT-DINING AREA-12 NOON
GEORGE ZIMMERMAN FROM THE ORACLE EMPIRE IS SEEN COMING IN WITHOUT RESERVATION AND IS SEATED AT TABLE
JOHN RECOGNIZES ZIMMERMAN AT TABLE AND NOTIFIES BRIAN ON INTERCOM
BRIAN (on-com)
"What's he doing?"
JOHN (on-com)
"Looks like he's sitting and getting ready to order some food?"
BRIAN (on-com)
"Well, I guess as long as he's not holding us hostage or anything...no harm done, not yet anyway!"
WAITRESS (walking up to him)
"Yes Sir, welcome to the Gatortail...what will it be?"
ZIMMERMAN
"Ah, it all looks so good...let me try the Gatotail po-boy with the Jack, and the house salad, just some oil and vinegar, that sounds about right..."
WAITRESS
"Would you like something to drink with that...something from the bar perhaps?"
ZIMMERMAN
"Sure, how about a Long Island Tea...that should set me up?"
WAITRESS
"Yes, yes it will...coming up, be right back with your drink!"
JOHN STILL WATCHING ZIMMERMAN THROUGH SERVING WINDOW
TALKING TO BRIAN BACK ON INTERCOM
"I guess he cause no trouble, just filling order..."
BRIAN (on-com)
"I'm still wondering why he came all the way to Modesto from Mountain View...something's up?"
WAITRESS RETURNS TO ZIMMERMANS TABLE WITH DRINK
"You food will be here in ten, anything else I can get you?"
ZIMMERMAN
"I was just curious how business is doing?"
WAITRESS
"Well, the restaurant part is doing great, is that what you were referring to?"
ZIMMERMAN
"Well, Brian Cashman is still the owner here, isn't he?"
WAITRESS
"Yes, yes he is...he's in the back if you'd like to speak with him?"
ZIMMERMAN
"No, that's not necessary...but I was just wondering if he and...it's Sandy Cashman now right?"
WAITRESS
"Oh, yes...they finally tied the knot, they make such a fantastic couple, I'm so happy for them!
ZIMMERMAN
"So, are they still pursuing the little wine venture, they still have that vineyard right?"
WAITRESS
"Oh, yes they have already harvested the grapes and have them fermenting...won't be long till..."
SHE PAUSES AT HIS LINE OF QUESTIONING
ZIMMERMAN
"Won't be long till what?"
WAITRESS
"You know, let me go get your food, it's ready now...you sure you don't want to talk to Mister Cashman yourself?"
ZIMMERMAN
"No I'm okay, thanks..."
(30 minutes later)
HE FINISHES OFF HIS MEAL AND HIS DRINK
HAS A LITTLE BUZZ GOING
THE WAITRESS APPROACHES WITH THE CHECK
ZIMMERMAN
"That was great...so what's your name?"
SHE POINTS TO HER NAME TAG
WAITRESS (JENNIFER)
"You can just call me Jen...well thanks for coming..."
ZIMMERMAN
"Nice to meet you Jen, my name is George...George Zimmerman!"
JENNIFER
"Are you "thee" Gearge Zimmerman, like Oracle and stuff?"
ZIMMERMAN
"That's right, so you've been here a while?"
JENNIFER
"Oh, about a year or so, I really like Modesto, I'm originally from Las Vegas...kinda followed Mister Cashman over here when he came into town...look I have to get to some other tables, but it was really nice meeting you..."
ZIMMERMAN
"Same here, same here...have a nice day!"
SUDDENLY BRIAN, WHO'S BEEN WATCHING THE SURVEILLANCE CAMERA COMES OUT OF THE OFFICE AND MEETS ZIMMERMAN RIGHT AS HE EXITS ONTO ENTRANCE PATIO
BRIAN
"George...George Zimmerman, what bring you down in these parts?"
ZIMMERMAN
"Oh, nothing much, just like this homey countryside little town feel of this place, thought I'd drop in for some old-fashioned hospitatlity!"
BRIAN
"Really now, that's a pretty good spin just to drop in over here...I mean, don't get me wrong, we appreciate the business, but was they're a alterior motive anything going in the world of commerce I need to be aware of...comets, meteors coming, is North Korea threatning again?"
ZIMMERMAN WITH A SINISTER LAUGH
"Why no Mister Cashman, I just..."
BRIAN
"Just call me Brian okay, and let's cut it with the psychic foreplay, what did you come to find out, you know with the type of coin you have, one would think you'd have some bigger fish to fry...why must you and your little group of billionaire retards have to come down and pick on us little guys trying to do success without ripping off stockholders?"
ZIMMERMAN
"We pay dividends, we are voted members of our companies...we do good business...just wanted to let you know, that if you ever need some help, help is out there...all you need to do is ask!"
BRIAN
"That's complete bullshit, and you know it...you voted your officers in, then they keep voting for you because your paying your top guys a million a month, just like with Cyncle and all your other buddy pals...you haven't paid the investors a decent quarterly yet...I know what's going and the Feds do too!"
ZIMMERMAN
"I was trying to be helpful, so what you need to do is take my card just in case...never know?"
BRIAN
"Yea, okay thanks, but if this had anything to with the vineyard or the grapes, I'm guessing your just going to have eat somewhere else...guys like you are real annoying to me...and I've had just about enough of it...do you understand?"
ZIMMERMAN
"Okay Brian, I get it, no problems..."
BRIAN
"Oh, and I changed my mind...call me Mister Cashman...don't want anybody to think we're getting chummy or anything?"
ZIMMERMAN GOES AND GET'S INTO HIS ASTON MARTIN AND PEELS OUT OF PARKING LOT, BRIAN GOES BACK INTO RESTAURANT
BRIAN WALKS UP TO JENNIFER WITH A BIG SMILE ON HER FACE
BRIAN
"So what did Mister wonderful back there have to say, what was he asking about?"
JENNIFER
"Well, it seemed like the normal how's your day chit-chat, but then he started asking about you, the business, then the other buisnesses, started to cross the line a bit, so we just talked about me...as usual, but look at this...he left me a c-note for a tip!"
BRIAN
"Guess you can't hate the guy for buying all his freinds, guess that's the only way he has any?"
JENNIFER
"He runs Oracle, did you know that?"
BRIAN REACHES INTO HIS WALLET, PULLS OUT A HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL AND HANDS IT TO JENNIFER
BRIAN
"Yea, as a matter of fact I do, we go way back...guy's a walking turd!
JENNIFER
"Didn't seem so bad...kinda nosy, but not so bad...what's the hundred for?"
BRIAN
"Don't you want to be my freind, too?"
scene close
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