Wine Mama (95) Threatened Sanctuary

Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2014

WINE MAMA (95)

THREATENED SANCTUARY

INT: RON ZIMMERMAN'S ESTATE-MOUNTAIN VIEW, CA.-MONDAY-8 A.M.

RON ZIMMERMAN'S UP TO NO GOOD, HAVING ANOTHER GO AT DESTROYING BRYAN CASHMAN'S LIVELIHOOD, HE'S HIRED A COUPLE OF GOONS TO GO DESTROY THE VINEYARD FOR GOOD

ZIMMERMAN

"Okay Tony, you come out of Compton right...heard good things about you being bad...what do I need to know about you...convince me?"

TONY (GOON #1)

"They ain't a lot to say...I always be bad, and then there's times when I'm worse...don't fuck with me and maybe I don't fuck with you, ya know...principle of the street, the hood, my brothers...but I like scratch, so you can convince me, got my ears open, you know?"

ZIMMERMAN

There might be fifty g's if your ears are open enough in your pocket if you can go and take care of a little irritation I got down in Modesto...help me out?"

TONY

"Yea, but Poco gonna help...my Bro, we work together...so maybe we take that to sixty, you still in?"

ZIMMERMAN

"No problem, if you do it right...I can bonus you a little more, we'll see!"

POCO (GOON #2)

"So, we put a hit...what you need us to do?"

ZIMMERMAN

"Not unless it get's crazy...your basically going to a piece of property, a small vineyard to be exact and torching it up...lot of woods around, so getting in and out is no problem."

ZIMMERMAN SHOWING MAP LOCATION OF CASHMAN VINEYARDS, SHOWING STREAM IN BACK

POCO

"So stream crosses under road, we can just walk up the fucker and we're there?"

ZIMMERMAN

"Exactly, you can park over in the forest across the street, easy job...you game?"

TONY

"So, you give us all this for a little flame...we ain't gotta take anybody down?

ZIMMERMAN

"Not unless you get pushed into it...it's got to look like an accident...water heater or something...basically we're looking at the house and there's a big barn behind it I want removed!"

POCO

"Something like that, you want rubbing alcohol, something simple, no tail, residue, soot, burn quick..."

TONY

"Real clean and fast...we good to go...we'll take it...when you want to do this?"

ZIMMERMAN

"Today, tonight, tomorrow, whenever your ready?"

TONY

"I'm not a big fan of night, we're not familiar with the area, flashlights can be seen, too!"

POCO

"Wait for late afternoon, sun going down, perfect!

ZIMMERMAN

"Perfect, I'll give you a little advance...is that okay?"

TONY

"No, you give us all the money...now or no deal!"

POCO

"If something fucks up, we'll bring you your coin back..."

TONY

"Most of it anyway, the thing is with shit like this, we don't want to be coming back up here, too much of a paper trail, I don't think you need the tag on this, so we keep it simple..."

POCO

"We bad dudes, but a deal is word, so you got to flow with it man...it's the way it is!"

ZIMMERMAN

"Somehow, it all makes sense, let me go get you your money, just hang tight...make a drink why don't you?"

(30 minutes later)

ZIMMERMAN COMES BACK INTO BILLIARD ROOM WITH TWO PAPER BAGS, HANDING ONE TO EACH

ZIMMERMAN

"Okay guys, here's thirty a piece, so we just split company, I'm assuming I'll just see something in the newspapers, it was good meeting you guys...good luck with mission!"

TONY AND POCO DOING FIST TAPS TO ZIMMERMAN

TONY

"Don't worry boss, you see our work all over...we proud with helping out!"

POCO

"You need anything else down the road, you drop us a dime, you know?"

ZIMMERMAN

"I know..."

(scene switch)

GATORTAIL RESTAURANT-BRYAN'S OFFICE-9 A.M.

BRYAN AND SANDY SITTING AT THEIR SEPARATE DESK. BRYAN DOING THE MORNING ROUTINE OF DOING YESTERDAY'S COUNT, INVENTORY, AND REORDERING

SANDY PLAYING ANGRY BIRDS ON HER LAPTOP

SANDY

"You know, I was thinking..."

BRYAN

"You need to stop doing that, it's bad for your health!"

SANDY

"You always say that...can't I get anything right?"

BRYAN

"It's not that, it's just that we always go into a tail spin when you think out loud!"

SANDY

"Not always...if we mess up, at least we do it together..."

BRYAN

"Well yea, it's a team fuck up...that's the spirit, let's all go down in flames together, as a happily married couple, what a romance, so anyway...I know your going to have your way anyway, shit we both know that, so you were saying?"

SANDY

"Let's enter some of the local contest around here, I think it would be good for business!"

BRYAN

"Well, that's great, but we don't have an unlimited stock here, but I guess getting exposure would be great for next season...you could fiddle with it if you want."

SANDY

"Put on a dress and heels, holding a bottle of Wine Mama..."

BRYAN

"Along with a pretty blue ribbon...I like that..."

SANDY

"I always knew you liked blue..."

BRYAN

No, I was talking about seeing you in a dress and heels...can't seem to get you dolled up like you use'd to!"

SANDY

"That's because we're married now...so technically I can just let myself go, just get fat and go to pot...got what I wanted, so I don't have to go poking my eyes out with liner and shit!"

BRYAN

"Well, that's comforting to know, looks like the yard isn't going to get mowed anytime soon!"

SANDY

"What's that suppose to mean?"

BRYAN

"It's just a saying, like unkempt..."

SANDY

"What's unkempt?"

BRYAN

"Take some advise and be my Girlie-Girl...oh and trim the bush-bush...that would make me happy!"

SANDY

"Really, and what's wrong with the carpet?"

BRYAN

"Nothing, only when Mister Pecker goes in there, I almost want to strap on a flashlight to see where I'm going..."

SANDY

"Hey...that's enough of your bullshit, you always find the cave, it's not that bad."

BRYAN

"It's got radar on the tip, it hones in and enters, like a dolphin..."

SANDY

"Or a Bat going after pray...like the Bat cave!"

BRYAN

"So, what contest do they have around here anyway?"

SANDY PULLING LIST OUT

"Let's see...the San Francisco Wine Competition, The Grand Harvest Awards in Sonoma, and the grand daddy...at least by west coast standards, The Los Angeles International!

BRYAN

"That's it?"

SANDY

"Well there is an INDY Wine Contest in Indianapolis, and then the Houston Livestock Show, but I did't want to shoot for the moon till we covered the local action first...please my Love, one thing at a time...don't push it!"

BRYAN

"I think that's the only time your really happy...is when I push it...so how much do these places charge to get them to look at your bottle, and taste the slur?"

SANDY

"Looks like Modesto is two-fifty, San Francisco is three-hundred, and the one in L.A is getting three-fifty...can't believe they charge that just to look at your..."

BRYAN

"I can't believe they charge anything...gees, what a racket...well if you want to enter one, go head...you have my blessings...just make sure to use your own money!"

SANDY

"It's all ours now remember, there is no more my money or your money, it's just one big pile of coins!"

BRYAN

"What about all that money you made with the purses and belts and stuff?"

SANDY

"Haven't you heard anything I've said...it's our money, we share together..."

BRYAN

"Wow, that's good to know...I've got some shopping to do!"


SANDY

"Whatcha getting?

BRYAN

"Flashlight for my pecker and clippers for your bush!"

SANDY

"Bryan Cashman...you bastard, come here, come here...come here right now..."

BOTH RUNNING OUT BACK DOOR INTO PARKING LOT

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