Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2014
WINE MAMA (85)
TAPPING THE BARREL
ENT: COLUMBUS WINERY-BILL WARD'S OFFICE-MONDAY-10 A.M.
BILL WARD GOING THROUGH PROOFING AND ACIDITY RECORDS THINKS IT'S TIME TO SOME DISTILLATION WITH BRIAN'S PARTIALLY FERMENTED GRAPES
HE CALLS BRIAN UP TO GET THE OKAY
BILL WARD
"Hey Brian, Bill Ward with Columbus...what's up with the Gator's?"
BRIAN
"Hey Bill...selling faster than God can make'em...well than Fed-Ex can drag them into the state anyway, what's going on?"
BILL
"Yea, sometimes I think Fed-Ex is a gift from God...anyway I was testing your gravity and acidity on one of your barrels, and I think we should try distilling a couple, like a test sample, what you think?"
BRIAN
"Already?"
BILL
"Thing is, you don't want to age this too much if your going to pull your alcohol to a hundred proof...stuff might sour on you, it gets bitter when it goes to condensation!"
BRIAN
"So you want to do two barrels?"
BILL
"Well that would cover the cost to spark everything up...figure about five hundred bottles...that would drop you to a hundred and thirty nine barrels or so...should be good?"
BRIAN
"Well, if this is prime time, why not do the whole batch?"
BILL
"Theoretically you could, but it needs to sit a couple of days so it can settle...you wouldn't have a clue if sampled right away...anyway I'd like to go on head and do a short shot and see where we are, sound good?"
BRIAN
"Go for it Bill, this is the part of the operation I know nothing about...but I'm learning, let me know where we're at when your ready?"
BILL
"No problem Brian, give me a couple of days...call you on Wednesday, bye!
(scene switch)
ENT: GATORTAIL RESTAURANT-BRIAN'S OFFICE
SANDY COMES IN WITH BAGS OF LEATHER GOODS AND A SUITCASE
SANDY
"Looka here big boy, Mama got her some Gator skins!"
BRIAN
"No shit Sherlock, look at all that stuff...do I know these guys?"
SANDY
"Well, we and customers know the insides anyway...Bob made me four Louis style purses, twenty wallets, and enough Gator belts to keep the masochist happy for years!"
BRIAN
"That's some nice stuff girl, I'm impressed, so how much skin did he use with all this?"
SANDY
"Well, with the suitcase, it comes to about a hundred pounds, you still have eleven hundred left in the dryer...I can probably get six maybe eight hundred on the bags alone, that will cover your Fed-Ex and shit!"
BRIAN
"Maybe I can just get Bill to start shipping whole Gators!"
SANDY
"I don't think so, cause this stuff will lose it's uniqueness real quick around here, not to mention that we slid through the system a bit with this batch, kind of like, ah"
BRIAN
"Like when you accidentally kill a baby Bear, or hit a Deer with your car?"
SANDY
"Or shoot a Mama Gator in the head cause she be traveling without proper documents...I just think when you figure in total weight, even if we could do it, would make it astronomical to pay the freight on, even if we could get eight hundred on a handbag...too much paperwork, and poor Bob might cobble himself to death!
BRIAN
"Well, we can't have that...anyway Bob has two trappers for me to permit through, a Ted Johnson and a Steve Trapper, I just have to complete the contracts."
SANDY
"Steve Trapper huh, sounds like a movie star or something...what else is cooking?"
BRIAN
"Oh shit, I almost forgot...Bill Ward called, he thinks we should try a test batch, so we're busting up a couple of kegs for distillation, cool huh?"
SANDY
"This early...that is weird, so is this based on some theory or what?"
BRIAN
"He thinks that if you let it ferment too long, then the batch will bitter, like sour or something...anyway we're going to try two barrels...oh, do you know how much two barrels is?"
SANDY
"No clue?"
BRIAN
"Try five hundred bottles!"
SANDY
"Sounds like a party to me, can I come?"
BRIAN
"Always girl...always!"
SANDY
"What about bottles, did we ever settle on bottle style, types, what?"
BRIAN
"Let's get this stuff distilled first and see if we have anything to bottle up?"
SANDY
"Yea, but eventually we need to start getting our own design together!"
BRIAN
"I'm leaving that totally up to you!"
SANDY
"A woman's touch of beauty and style?"
BRIAN
"Something like that, hey let me see one of those wallets?"
LOOKING AT IT, HE OPENS IT UP, SMEELING THE GATOR HIDE
SANDY
"Well...what do you think?
BRIAN
"It's crazy, like a new car smell of a Bentley or something!"
SANDY
"Yea, maybe I should have Bob make me some leather hot pants...I could smell like a Bentley?"
BRIAN
"How about, leather underwear...now that I'd like!
SANDY
"But where are the panties?"
BRIAN
"I don't know, where are the panties?"
SANDY
" I wouldn't have a clue, all I know is one thing..."
BRIAN
"What?"
SANDY
"I'm not wearing any!"
BRIAN
"Why do you always do this shit when we're at work...you know John's going to send us to the van again with his moochy coochy crap?"
SANDY HOLDING UP BRIAN'S KEYS
SANDY
"I'll race ya?"
BRIAN
"To the Bentley my sweet!"
SANDY
"Didn't even know that Bentley made vans?"
BRIAN
"Here, bring the wallet, you can close your eyes and sniff it!"
SANDY
"Come on you crazy fuck...I'm tired of talking!"
BRIAN
"I'm tired of sniffing this wallet!"
scene close
ENT: COLUMBUS WINERY-BILL WARD'S OFFICE-MONDAY-10 A.M.
BILL WARD GOING THROUGH PROOFING AND ACIDITY RECORDS THINKS IT'S TIME TO SOME DISTILLATION WITH BRIAN'S PARTIALLY FERMENTED GRAPES
HE CALLS BRIAN UP TO GET THE OKAY
BILL WARD
"Hey Brian, Bill Ward with Columbus...what's up with the Gator's?"
BRIAN
"Hey Bill...selling faster than God can make'em...well than Fed-Ex can drag them into the state anyway, what's going on?"
BILL
"Yea, sometimes I think Fed-Ex is a gift from God...anyway I was testing your gravity and acidity on one of your barrels, and I think we should try distilling a couple, like a test sample, what you think?"
BRIAN
"Already?"
BILL
"Thing is, you don't want to age this too much if your going to pull your alcohol to a hundred proof...stuff might sour on you, it gets bitter when it goes to condensation!"
BRIAN
"So you want to do two barrels?"
BILL
"Well that would cover the cost to spark everything up...figure about five hundred bottles...that would drop you to a hundred and thirty nine barrels or so...should be good?"
BRIAN
"Well, if this is prime time, why not do the whole batch?"
BILL
"Theoretically you could, but it needs to sit a couple of days so it can settle...you wouldn't have a clue if sampled right away...anyway I'd like to go on head and do a short shot and see where we are, sound good?"
BRIAN
"Go for it Bill, this is the part of the operation I know nothing about...but I'm learning, let me know where we're at when your ready?"
BILL
"No problem Brian, give me a couple of days...call you on Wednesday, bye!
(scene switch)
ENT: GATORTAIL RESTAURANT-BRIAN'S OFFICE
SANDY COMES IN WITH BAGS OF LEATHER GOODS AND A SUITCASE
SANDY
"Looka here big boy, Mama got her some Gator skins!"
BRIAN
"No shit Sherlock, look at all that stuff...do I know these guys?"
SANDY
"Well, we and customers know the insides anyway...Bob made me four Louis style purses, twenty wallets, and enough Gator belts to keep the masochist happy for years!"
BRIAN
"That's some nice stuff girl, I'm impressed, so how much skin did he use with all this?"
SANDY
"Well, with the suitcase, it comes to about a hundred pounds, you still have eleven hundred left in the dryer...I can probably get six maybe eight hundred on the bags alone, that will cover your Fed-Ex and shit!"
BRIAN
"Maybe I can just get Bill to start shipping whole Gators!"
SANDY
"I don't think so, cause this stuff will lose it's uniqueness real quick around here, not to mention that we slid through the system a bit with this batch, kind of like, ah"
BRIAN
"Like when you accidentally kill a baby Bear, or hit a Deer with your car?"
SANDY
"Or shoot a Mama Gator in the head cause she be traveling without proper documents...I just think when you figure in total weight, even if we could do it, would make it astronomical to pay the freight on, even if we could get eight hundred on a handbag...too much paperwork, and poor Bob might cobble himself to death!
BRIAN
"Well, we can't have that...anyway Bob has two trappers for me to permit through, a Ted Johnson and a Steve Trapper, I just have to complete the contracts."
SANDY
"Steve Trapper huh, sounds like a movie star or something...what else is cooking?"
BRIAN
"Oh shit, I almost forgot...Bill Ward called, he thinks we should try a test batch, so we're busting up a couple of kegs for distillation, cool huh?"
SANDY
"This early...that is weird, so is this based on some theory or what?"
BRIAN
"He thinks that if you let it ferment too long, then the batch will bitter, like sour or something...anyway we're going to try two barrels...oh, do you know how much two barrels is?"
SANDY
"No clue?"
BRIAN
"Try five hundred bottles!"
SANDY
"Sounds like a party to me, can I come?"
BRIAN
"Always girl...always!"
SANDY
"What about bottles, did we ever settle on bottle style, types, what?"
BRIAN
"Let's get this stuff distilled first and see if we have anything to bottle up?"
SANDY
"Yea, but eventually we need to start getting our own design together!"
BRIAN
"I'm leaving that totally up to you!"
SANDY
"A woman's touch of beauty and style?"
BRIAN
"Something like that, hey let me see one of those wallets?"
LOOKING AT IT, HE OPENS IT UP, SMEELING THE GATOR HIDE
SANDY
"Well...what do you think?
BRIAN
"It's crazy, like a new car smell of a Bentley or something!"
SANDY
"Yea, maybe I should have Bob make me some leather hot pants...I could smell like a Bentley?"
BRIAN
"How about, leather underwear...now that I'd like!
SANDY
"But where are the panties?"
BRIAN
"I don't know, where are the panties?"
SANDY
" I wouldn't have a clue, all I know is one thing..."
BRIAN
"What?"
SANDY
"I'm not wearing any!"
BRIAN
"Why do you always do this shit when we're at work...you know John's going to send us to the van again with his moochy coochy crap?"
SANDY HOLDING UP BRIAN'S KEYS
SANDY
"I'll race ya?"
BRIAN
"To the Bentley my sweet!"
SANDY
"Didn't even know that Bentley made vans?"
BRIAN
"Here, bring the wallet, you can close your eyes and sniff it!"
SANDY
"Come on you crazy fuck...I'm tired of talking!"
BRIAN
"I'm tired of sniffing this wallet!"
scene close
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