Kirk Carter@ WGA Copyright 2014
WINE MAMA (101)
BACK TO EARTH
INT: GATORTAIL RESTAURANT-BRYAN'S OFFICE-THURSDAY-10 A.M.
AFTER WORKING THROUGH THE BOOKS, DEED TITLES, LICENCES, PERMITS, INSURANCE, AND ACCOUNT BALANCES, BRYAN AND SANDY DECIDE TO MAKE THE TOUGH CHOICES ABOUT NEW PROPERTY
BRYAN
"Well girl, I had these two properties I was looking at over in Napa, but it's sure going to be a stretch with all the traveling about...did you come up with anything?"
SANDY
"Actually, I came up with two over in Arcadia, but this one...ah the Bryer's Vineyard which is about a hundred and thirty acres, has a four bedroom house and three ponds, and a little processing area for dethatching, plus a barn, windmills and solar cells for the sub-systems...all for the price of...drum roll please...boom, I don't have a clue!
BRYAN
"What...what's the point if you don't have some round numbers...you know Sandy...we have some money, but not Zimmerman money where you can willy-nilly just walk up and buy half of Malibu before lunch...we have to be a little bit more conservative here!"
SANDY
"Well, this one has some problems with upkeep, never was an all primary vine, had more of with a mix of floral and crops, lots of poorly managed rotation, it just all went to shit!"
BRYAN
"Nobody cared...that's what happens when your neglected...is it occupied, what's the status?
SANDY
"It's being processed kind of the same way mine was...in fact almost exactly like mine was, how spooky is that...like a whole bunch of penalties and late dues, taxes, and some instrument liens, so it's like one of those properties that's more trouble than it's worth to bid on...I was right there, too!"
BRYAN
"And then I had to come along and rub your face in it, huh?"
SANDY
"Babe, it was overwhelming to me, the whole mess, then my steed in shining armor shows up, but how was I to know you were real, I didn't have a freakin clue what your intentions were...come to think about it...I still don't...you were being honorable with me at the time, weren't you?"
BRYAN
"Oh, for crying out loud Girl, you know I was playing it straight, well except for the part of claiming that I was your late husband, you drank a lot, and just came out of a mental facility...no I was completely coherent of my intentions...now get it off your mind...I'm done with all this guilt trip shit!"
SANDY
"Yea, I guess I was a basket case, so you had to do something?"
BRYAN
"Well, look at it this way, when you weren't playing along, I had to take it to the next level, and pretty quick too, cause she never would have accepted my check if she had even a minute longer to back-check my references...I mean once it's posted, the deed is recorded, and unless the you had fallen over dead or something, I think you played it as about as well as anyone...I was so proud you didn't blow it for me!"
SANDY
"So, what would of happened if I did blow it for you?"
BRYAN
"I would have been left with an eight-hundred and fifty thousand dollar piece of ass...I mean your a quality woman and everything, but one must draw the line somewhere!"
SANDY
"I've heard of men paying millions to be with a girl like me for a weekend!"
BRYAN
"And I'm sure they're really quality gentlemen, too...but I tell you what, if we get down to crunch time with making an offer, and we are running a little short...I guess you know what you have to do?"
SANDY
"What's that?"
BRYAN
"Put an ad in Craig's List, maybe the Backpages...get busy with these wealthy weekenders...I'll forgive you...after all, it is all about the property when it comes down to it...I am trying to create a dominating controlling wine empire here, I take no prisoners..."
SANDY (LAUGHING)
"That's probably the most accurate thing you've said all morning, how can either one of us take any prisoners..."
BRYAN
"I know where your going, you can't take prisoners if they're all dead...we don't even give them a chance."
SANDY
"Like look, we know what your intentions are, so either let my Bear's just eat you now, or maybe some of your comrades will come around and just shoot you...and they're like, do I have any other options..and smile politely and say "No", now bring on the Bears...the poor Dear's haven't eaten all day!"
BRYAN
"So, what's the game plan, assuming you have one?"
SANDY
"It's currently in foreclosure with the Bryer's Family Trust, and there appears to be two old ladies controlling what's left of it...so we make them a private offer and tell them that we will be good stewards while we show them a nice old folk's home to move in to, said and done!"
BRYAN
"Boy...and I thought I could be cold...man that has deceit written all over it?"
SANDY
"Well, we take no prisoners right...what did you think I was going to say?"
BRYAN
"Well, our total assets are just around six million, I have a line of credit for about two and half so that comes to about eight and a half, is that the way you want to play this?"
SANDY
"So we wait for the Auction and take our chances with all the usual vultures that show up to the slaughter?"
BRYAN
"Yep, looks like we try the offer idea first, then if that doesn't get any results, it's back to Earth we go...Earth Auctions here we come..."
SANDY
"With bells on our toes, you don't think they'll see us coming?"
BRYAN
"From about a mile away...but hey, who gives a crap...they're all snakes anyway...might as well join the party!"
SANDY
"I'll contact the Breyer's...they look to be sisters...ah Nancy and Rosa Bryer of Modesto, lived here most their life's, and are both at the tender age of ninety-two, yikes...maybe you were right?"
BRYAN
"About what?"
SANDY
"Picking them out a nice old folk's home to go to..."
BRYAN
"And if I'm right, we might end up giving them a ride over there, too!
SANDY
"Yea, just dropping them off with their suitcases...okay, see ya!"
BRYAN (LAUGHING)
"Oh man...we are so bad, I swear!"
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