Cold Pressed

Revision 4
By
Kersten M. Stanley-Jones
&
Spenser Querry

Original Script and Concept

By
S.Viknesh

First Draft: 04-05-2014

Second Draft: 05-05-2014
Third Draft: 05-18-2014
Fourth Draft: 06-15-2014
Fifth Draft:01-18-2014
(S.Viknesh)
Sixth Draft: 09-15-2014

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EXT. OLIVE GROVE - ITALY - DAY

Unfazed by the blistering heat, FOUR FARMERS, all well into

their 50s, pluck ripe green/purplish olives from the trees.
Despite the sweat coursing down their weathered faces, they
go about filling the huge baskets strapped to their backs
with olives.
One of the farmers plucks out a blackened, overripe olive
and tosses it to the ground, which is littered with rotten
olives.
EXT. OLIVE OIL MILL - ITALY - DAY
Large shipping trucks arrive outside the mill and several
MEN unload baskets of olives; hoisting them high onto their
shoulders as they hobble through the large arched entryway.
INT. OLIVE OIL MILL - ITALY - DAY

A workman dumps the olives into a stainless steel bin, where

the leaves and stem are removed, then collected into a black
trash bag for disposal. The olives slide to another steel
tank where they are washed.
Sleek and shiny, the olives slither down a chute where three
granite grindstones as big as truck wheels crush the pits
and flesh into a plum colored paste. Again the unwanted
skins and pits are collected into a black trash bag.
The paste is transferred into a vat with a fan screw turning
along the bottom. This stirs the paste continuously until
micro droplets of green oil form larger drops. These are
extracted to a clear flask, labeled "A".
INT. OLIVE OIL TASTING FACILITY - ITALY - DAY

Eight OLIVE OIL TESTERS (four men and four women) sit
silently in individual cubicles, each equipped with a sink,
pen, a stack of tasting forms and a hot-plate with the
thermostat set to 28 degrees Celsius. On the hot-plate sits
six tulip shaped tasting glasses containing samples of olive
oil. The glasses are labeled from "A" to "F".
On the shelves around the walls are several hundred bottles
of olive oils as well as 16 brown laboratory bottles with
neat white labels on which " musty", "rancid",
"winy/vinegary", "grubby" and other unpleasant smells are
noted.
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The Olive Oil Testers cradle the glasses in their palms like
brandy snifters to keep the oil warm, and smell it
carefully. They then take a mouthful of the oil and begin
sucking in the air violently at the corners of their mouths
before spitting it out. They repeat this act a number of
times. They then gargle with water and jot down flavor,
aroma, intensity, texture, etc., on the tasting form.
EXT. OLIVE OIL MILL - ITALY - NIGHT

A dumpster at the back of the mill is packed full of black

trash bags. An ITALIAN MAN loads the bags into a van and
drives off.
INT. POMACE PLANT - ITALY - NIGHT

The contents of the black trash bag; stems, skins, pits and
leaves (pomace) are dumped into a large hopper. The contents
shoot into a heated steel tube. The tube rotates slowly
until most of the moisture in the pomace has been
evaporated. The dried pomace is transferred into tall silos
and drenched with the chemical Hexane. Then the pomace is
heated once again leaving behind a dense black liquid.
The black liquid is piped into another spinning drum and at
the end of the drum comes out a clear liquid. The liquid is
collected into a red barrel, labeled "Pomace Oil".
EXT. ILLEGAL OLIVE GROVE - ITALY - EVENING

As the sun begins to set, a group of masked men enter the

grove and pick up the overripe and rotten olives from the
ground.
INT. ILLEGAL OLIVE OIL MILL - ITALY - NIGHT
In a run down mill, the olives are dumped into a large
hopper which crushes the olives. The droplets of oil are
collected in a Blue 42 gallon barrel.
EXT. SHIPPING DOCK - ITALY - NIGHT

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Fifteen Red 42 gallon barrels each with a sticker of the

Spanish flag are loaded onto an awaiting truck. A MAN in a
dark trench coat hands the DRIVER of the truck a thick
envelope.

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MAN
(in Italian)
Mr. Calitri sends his appreciation.

The driver pulls out a wad of cash, easily $3000 Euros

DRIVER
(in Italian)
Thank you.
INT. ILLEGAL OLIVE OIL MILL - ITALY - NIGHT

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The Red Barrels are stacked neatly beside the Blue Barrels.
The oils from both the Red and Blue barrels are poured into
a Intermediate Bulk Container(IBC). The IBC is able to hold
275 gallons. A fork lift picks up the IBC and stacks it on
top of another IBC. There are at least 20 filled IBCs in the
mill.
1 gallon bottles move down an assembly line. The oil
cocktail from the IBC is pipped into the 1 gallon bottles.
The bottles are packed into cases by diligent, masked
WORKERS.
The cases are loaded up into a container truck.
INT. HOSPITAL WARD - DAY

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A YOUNG GIRL, no older than 10, is lying on the hospital bed

motionless. She is hooked to a breathing apparatus and heart
rate monitor.
Her MOTHER and FATHER, mid 40's, sit patiently nearby while
her wheelchair bound grandfather J.P SAMSON(MR.SAMSON), 60's
watches on. Behind him, handling the wheelchair is KATHERINA
SAMSON, 40 a slender woman dressed in business attire.
As the parents look at the girl helplessly. The DOCTOR comes
in.
DOCTOR
She's stable, but she's not
responding well to the treatments.
Is it possible that she has any
food allergies other than hazelnut?
FATHER
None that we're aware of.

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DOCTOR
Someone will be in shortly to run a
few more tests.
The doctor leaves the room.

MOTHER
(to father)
It's all your fault! Couldn't you
just have paid more attention to
what you were giving her?
The Mother and Father bicker. Mr. Samson aided, by
Katherina, excuses himself and stops the Doctor in the hall.
Mr. Samson needs to be aided by a voice valve to speak.
MR. SAMSON
Excuse me. I want it to be clear
that from this moment on, my
granddaughter will be your highest
priority, with no fewer than two
additional physicians assigned to
her.
DOCTOR
Sir, we're doing all we can-MR. SAMSON
(interrupting with great
intimidation)
Let me explain to you what will
happen when I do, all I can. If
anything happens to that little
girl, your license will be revoked,
you will be sued for malpractice,
you will lose, and then I'll go to
work on you.
DOCTOR
(in shock)
I'll do what I can.
MR. SAMSON
You'll do more. Your very life
depends on it.
The Doctor leaves in a rush.
Making sure he is not audible to the rest; Mr. Samson
reaches for his cellphone.
STILL WITH BACK TO CAMERA. CU ON THE ROSE TATTOO ON HIS
HAND.
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MR. SAMSON
(into phone)
Listen to me very carefully.
EXT. ROOK'S HOME - ITALY - EVENING

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A slightly disheveled man, RICARDO "ROOK" CATTANEO, 40s,

walks up to the front door of his house. With a paper
grocery bag in hand, he struggles with the keys and makes
his way inside.
INT. ROOK'S HOME - ITALY - EVENING

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Rook steps inside the modest house to find the tv volume on

high and the phone ringing.
Ma!

ROOK

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ELDERLY WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S)

(in Italian)
I'm in the shower, honey!

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ROOK
What did I tell you about leaving
the tv on like this?

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ELDERLY WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S)

(in Italian)
I can't hear you, sweety.

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Rook puts the bag down on the counter, grabs the ringing
phone and begins to turn down the tv as he answers the call.
ROOK
(into phone)
Yeah, I'm watching it right now.

INT. NEWS STUDIO SET - ITALY - NIGHT

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In a classic news studio, a REPORTER, mid 30s is stoically

reporting the evening news.
REPORTER
(in Italian)
Police raided yet another olive oil
plant yesterday.

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INT. ITALY - ILLEGAL OLIVE OIL MILL

12C

Italian police officers in masks are taking pictures mill,

the barrels, assembly line, stacked IBCs etc etc.

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The authorities are pouring the oil down the gutters and
smashing the bottles
REPORTER (V.O)
(in Italian)
Puglia's wealthiest and most
powerful olive oil producer,
Antonio Calitri has refuted any
ties to this plant.
INT. ANTONIO CONTE'S HOUSE - ITALY - DAY

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ANTONIO CALITRI, a typical mafioso in his late 60s, is being

hounded by reporters. He is standing steadfast as he puffs
away his cigar.

CALITRI
(in Italian)
I can assure you I have no idea
what they're talking about. This is
typical of second-rate federal
police tactics, is it not? An
economy in crisis and a bankrupt
government trying to sort it all
out. It was only a matter of time
before they sought out those who
are doing well for themselves, and
attempted to drag them down to
their level. Naturally, I was on
the top of that list.

The reporters around him chuckle at his comments.

CALITRI
(in Italian)
The old standbys will always shine
through. And there is none purer
than Italian Extra Virgin Olive
Oil.

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REPORTER
(in Italian)
This bulk of shipment with a street
value of $3 million Euros, was
headed for the North American
market.
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INT. ROOK'S HOME - ITALY - EVENING

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Rook switches off the television.

ROOK
I'll take the next flight out.
(beat)
Ma! Get hurry up in there. I have
to talk to you.
What?

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ELDERLY WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S)

ROOK
Just hurry it up would you?

Rook curses under his breath in Italian as he unloads the

grocery bag.
EXT. SHIPPING DOCK - ITALY - NIGHT

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The container truck arrives at the dock. The trucks embarks

onto a cargo ship.
EXT. OAKLAND DOCK - DAY

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WORKERS busy themselves lowering shipping containers to the

dock. They open a container loaded with cases labeled with
the point of origin as: "Puglia, Italia". A forklift
transfers the crates into a shabby container truck. The
truck drives off.
EXT. SAN FRANCISCO STREETS - DAY

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The box truck crosses the Bay Bridge and into San Francisco,
navigating the busy streets.
EXT. HUNTERS POINT WAREHOUSE - ALLEY - DAY

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The truck arrives at a remote location in the Southeastern

corner of San Francisco - Hunter's Point.
The driver maneuvers the box truck into the alley behind the
warehouse.
MIGUEL VALENCIA, 30s, a tough, muscled Salvadorean hops out
of the cab.

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GEORGE LEGGIRI, 40's, tall, too well-groomed for this

place, and who walks with a slight limp, pops a couple of
pills before climbing out of the truck. In his hand is a
well beaten ledger. He pulls Miguel aside.

GEORGE
Let's make this snappy. We have a
lot do before tonight.
Miguel nods recognition. Suddenly he spots a black town car
parked across the street. With a hand, he stops George.
MIGUEL
Hang on there, boss. We might have
eyes.
George glances the vehicle.
INT. TOWN CAR - DAY

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Rook is discreetly recording the proceedings with his

camera, unable to see any significant actions.

ROOK
(in Italian)
Son of a bitch.
INT. MOHANA'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAY

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With the shades drawn the room is nearly dark. What light
there is is dappled lightly against a mass of sheets
writhing on the bed.
The sounds of passionate kissing, heavy breathing, and
hushed moans fills the room. They build and build until
finally they cry out.
The COUPLE throws back the sheets. They're an odd match.
MOHANA SHARMA, 30s, lounges comfortably. He is shorter than
average with a slim build. He has a couple of fresh bruises
on his ribs and a bandaged right wrist. Beside him SUSANNA
KRITI LEGGIRI, 30's, an effortlessly beautiful woman, with
long black silky hair. They catch their breath.
MOHANA
My god we're good at that.
Susanna rolls over and kisses Mohana. For the first time she
notices the bruises.

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SUSANNA
Oh man, how did this happen?

Mohana looks down at them confused.

Oh that?

MOHANA

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SUSANNA
Yes, that. And your hand. What on
earth did you do to yourself?

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MOHANA
You know the stairs outside my
building?

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Yesss.

SUSANNA

MOHANA
Well, yesterday, I was kinda
jogging up them, my foot slipped
halfway up. Ran my hand right on
the rail and landed flat on my
chest--

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Susanna spots the clock and interrupts his story.

SUSANNA
Is that the time?
Susanna puts on her clothes. She glances herself at the
mirror. She pulls her hair back into a bun.
MOHANA
I'll walk you. We need to talk
about tonight.
He springs from the bed and pulls on his pants, stopping to
watch Susann.
MOHANA
(with a smile)
You'd look great with short hair.
INT. TOWN CAR - DAY

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Rook is on the phone, watching as George and Miguel head

back to the truck.

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