Out of Beer

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EXT. TRAILER PARK - DAY
A gathering of neighbors are standing around a BBQ pit. Some meat is roasting. The quiet murmurs of conversation initiating are highlighted by the soothing sound of the fire blazing merrily. A few steps away from the main group stands AMILCAR GUERRA, 38, dark hair and a devilish goatee on his used face. He glares menacingly down the road in front of him.

Behind him, CARMEN, his wife, walks up with an empty beer case.

CARMEN: We're out of beer!
AMILCAR: I know.

He pounds the rest of the beer in his hand and throws it to the ground harshly.

AMILCAR: They just went out to get more.

Carmen stares at her husband, confused.

CARMEN: What--
AMILCAR: Those mother fuckers are getting shitty beer, I know it. I should've gone.
CARMEN: Why would they get shitty beer? They're going to drink it too.
AMILCAR: But they know how much this BBQ means to me and my career as trailer park BBQ supervisor! If I'm misrepresented because they get some cheap piss water, I'm finished! The board's gonna have my ass, Carmen!

Carmen looks over at the party attendees at the BBQ pit. One of them is urinating into it while the others cheer him on. He drunkenly falls into the pit, screaming.

CARMEN: The people who live in this trailer park live here because they've been excommunicated from every other venue you can set foot in, including churches and family events.

Amilcar waves at the group.

AMILCAR: Wonderful day! You guys are number one to this community!

A few of them wave back, smiling, as they attempt to put out the flames that are now all over the guy who had been pissing in the BBQ pit. He rolls back and forth on the ground, screaming. Amilcar turns back to his wife, stone-faced.

AMILCAR: Gaspar, Nery, and Andres have been attempting to usurp my position for four months. One slip up, and they're ready to slither in and declare "martial trailer park law." You know what happens then?

He spreads his arms wide in a dramatic fashion.

AMILCAR: Chaos! Fucking CHAOS! Horses breathing fire, running through our streets! The Army gets in here and starts poking people in the eye! Roving packs of wild dogs become the dominant life form! Man is forced to retreat to his most primitive instincts, hunting mammoths for food, while constructing shelter out of dinosaur bones.

Amilcar's rant ends and he slowly turns to face his wife again.

AMILCAR: Infant mortality rates will sky rocket. All on my watch. I am not prepared to let that happen!

Carmen stares at her husband.

CARMEN: Are you drunk?

Just then, a PICK-UP TRUCK pulls onto the scene, one man driving, GASPAR, and two seated in the bed, NERY and ANDRES. Music blares as they slurp down beers and the truck comes to a sudden halt. The people at the BBQ pit cheer upon the arrival and abandon putting the guy on ground out, heading over for the beer re-supply truck.

Amilcar stares. Carmen tries to grab his arm, but he pulls away. Slowly marching over to the truck, his evil, penetrating stare does not leave the three amigos. Gaspar, Nery, and Andres are passing out beers to the crowd surrounding them, and Amilcar grabs one out somebody's hand. He takes a deep drink, and his EYES go wide with rage.

AMILCAR: You slithering SERPENTS!

The party goes silent with confusion at the bizarre accusation. Gaspar looks down at the angry Amilcar.

GASPAR: Excuse me?
AMILCAR: This beer tastes like watered-down diarrhea. Are you trying to turn this BBQ into a mass grave?!

Gaspar SIGHS, weary.

GASPAR: Amilcar, not again. You asked us to go get beer. We went and got beer. I'd have let you come, but you know you're to be arrested on sight if you set foot in the distributor again. Remember? Remember when you tried to drown that stock boy in a half-keg because he sneezed at you from across the store?

Amilcar laughs uproariously.

AMILCAR: No one believes your lies, Gaspar, or the sinuous actions of your pathetic cohorts! These people want to to enjoy themselves, not wonder whether or not they've got tapeworms!
GUY WITH BEER: I already have tapeworms.

Andres takes a step forward.

ANDRES: Maybe you better just settle down, Amil--

Amilcar pulls a SMALL KNIFE out of his pocket and STABS Andres in the hand. The blade is too weak to do any real damage, and Amilcar takes a swipe across Andres' chest as well. Andres is more annoyed than wounded.

ANDRES: What the f--did you just try to murder me?

Nery takes a step forward.

NERY: Hey man, that's not cool--

Amilcar turns on him and in a flurry of stabbing motions, brings the knife down on Nery, and as Gaspar jumps off the truck to aid his friends, Amilcar turns on him, too. All three of the men, sporting several small cuts, surround Amilcar. He holds the knife out, trying to defend himself like a rabid animal.

After a few seconds of this, he turns and flees.

EXT. TRAILER PARK - LATER
Carmen sits on the front steps of her trailer as the sun sets. A POLICE CAR rolls up in front of her, and she stands up, expecting it. An OFFICER gets out.

OFFICER: Hey, Carmen.

She points. A few hundred yards away, Amilcar is passed out face down on the ground. Spurts of blood are on his shirt. His words are barely audible, as he drunkenly whispers into the earth:

AMILCAR: ... serpents... serpents and lies...

OFFICER: Where does he keep getting these knives?
CARMEN: They're not knives, he just stole a handful of Indian arrowheads from the museum gift shop when we chaperoned our son's field trip two months ago.

The officer shakes his head and walks over to retrieve Amilcar. Gaspar appears out of his trailer across the street and comes over to greet Carmen.

GASPAR: Well, its official. They made me trailer park BBQ supervisor. Amilcar is out.
CARMEN: I hate to say it, but its about time.
GASPAR: Maybe now we'll be able to have some fun around here.

They watch as Amilcar is peeled off the ground. As they do, Gaspar puts his arm around Carmen. She doesn't mind. In front of them, a PACK OF WILD DOGS scurries by.