Blow
The money is so high, it almost reaches the ceiling. There is nowhere to put it. George and Diego sit at the coffee table, dwarfed by the stacks of bills. There is a discrepancy in the count.
GEORGE Three million. I counted it twice.
DIEGO It’s two-point-five, George. I am sure.
George starts to pick up the money.
GEORGE I’m calling it three.
DIEGO We’re half a million off.
GEORGE Fuck it. I’m not counting it again.
DIEGO Weight it. If it’s sixty pounds, it’s three. If it’s fifty, it’s two-point five.
GEORGE I don’t give a shit. Close enough.
George moves down the hall looking for a place to stack the money, but there is no more room.
GEORGE (CONT’D) Where do I put this!?
DIEGO Try the back bedroom.
George opens the back bedroom door to find wall-to-wall money. It’s packed.
GEORGE There’s no room.
DIEGO Try the closet.
No luck there, either. George drops the money on the floor and moves back into the living room.
GEORGE We’ve got to do something about this.
INT. BANCO DE FEDERALE – PANAMA CITY – DAY
SUPERIMPOSE: PANAMA CITY, PANAMA
George and Diego watch as their money is hauled into a huge wall safe. Armed Panamanian soldiers stand guard. The Panamanian officials and the BANK PRESIDENT oversee the proceedings.
GEORGE Are you comfortable with this?
DIEGO George, we’ve got sixty-one million dollars. It’s either here or someplace else. We’ve got to put it somewhere. Unless you want to launder it.
GEORGE And keep only forty-percent? No thanks.
DIEGO Then relax. It’s a federal bank. Guaranteed by the government. And Senor Noriega has very lenient banking principles. No questions. No problems. All the pesados keep their money here. Even El Padrino. What do you worry? Everyone knows we are with Escobar. Who is going to fuck with us?
INT. BANCO DE FEDERALE – PRESIDENT’S OFFICE – DAY
George and Diego sign papers. The bank president congratulates them and hands them documentation.
GEORGE I love it.
BANK PRESIDENT I’m sorry.
GEORGE I give you thirty-million dollars and you give me this little book.
MORE STILL PHOTOS
Diego and Inez’s wedding. The ceremony. The ring. The kiss. The lineup with all of the bridesmaids. George is the best man, and the only American.
INT. BILTMORE HOTEL – BALLROOM – NIGHT
A huge reception. All the pomp and circumstance Colombian money can buy. Politicians. Policemen. And every smuggler north of Colombia. George sits with Diego and Inez at the table of honor. Inez is opening presents. Diego’s tipsiness is a little out of character, but hey, it’s his wedding day and a little champagne never hurt anyone. He drunkenly throws his arm around George’s shoulder.
DIEGO I’m married, George. Me. I can’t believe it. Can you believe I’m married, George?
GEORGE You’re a lucky man, Diego.
DIEGO I love you, my brother, do you know that?
GEORGE I love you too, man.
George notices MIRTHA showing teeth across the room.
GEORGE (CONT’D) I’ll be right back, Diego.
INEZ Look, honey, a power boat.
DIEGO Great, baby, great!
They kiss. George walks across the dance floor directly towards Mirtha.
GEORGE Hello.
MIRTHA Hello.
GEORGE Do I know you?
MIRTHA I don’t think so.
GEORGE Why are you smiling?
MIRTHA Why are you smiling?
GEORGE I don’t know. My name is George.
MIRTHA I know who you are, El Americano. Mister George.
GEORGE What is your name?
Cesar arrives.
CESAR Mr. Jung, I see you’ve met my fiancee, Mirtha.
He kisses her.
GEORGE Mirtha.
CESAR Diego needs to see you right away, please. Excuse us, Amorcito.
They leave. George looks back, Mirtha is giving him more teeth. George arrives at the table. Various greetings.
AUGUSTO Pleased to meet you finally, George. I am Augusto Oliveras.
GEORGE My pleasure, Augusto. Diego has told me much about you.
RAMON OCHOA Congratulations on your conquest of the West Coast. How much bigger can we get?
GEORGE Sky’s the limit. We’re just beginning to tap the market. If it’s accepted by actors and musicians, the rest will follow.
They all agree. Mirtha still gives George the teeth from across the room. Diego returns to the table.
AUGUSTO We are talking about George’s West Coast operation.
DIEGO Ah, George’s mystery man.
RAFAEL OJEDA Yes, where is this man? When do we meet him?
DIEGO You don’t meet him. George keeps this a secret. He’s here meeting everyone, goes to Colombia and meets Pablo, but still keeps his secrets. Even from his brother.
JUAN CARLOS “THE GUAPO” Come on, George, we’re all in this together.
EMILIO OCHOA Yes, George, there’s enough for everybody.
GEORGE I think Padroni is happy with the current situation. Will you please excuse me?
George exits after Mirtha.
INT. BILTMORE HOTEL – BALLROOM – CONTINUOUS
George steps into the empty lobby looking for Mirtha. He can’t find her. She appears from the shadows and startles him. George embraces her and plants one on her.
MIRTHA You better know what you’re doing, George. You’re playing with fire.
GEORGE I like fire.
MONTAGE – MUSIC CUE – LIVING THE GOOD LIFE
CLOSE UP – George does a huge line, left to right.
CLOSE UP – Mirtha does a huge line, right to left.
EXT. MIAMI DRAG – DAY
A stretch limo flies by, left to right. The windows are open and Mirtha and George whoop it up as they go by.
INT. MIAMI NIGHTCLUB – NIGHT
George and Mirtha out on the crowded dance floor, grooving to the Salsa rhythms.
STILL PHOTOS
Champagne bottles in hand, George and Mirtha on the tarmac running from the limo to the waiting private plane.
EXT. FIVE STAR HOTEL – LOS ANGELES – DAY
George and Mirtha poolside, wearing shades, getting some sun. She blows him a kiss from the adjoining lounge chair. He blows one back. She licks her lips and it’s on. He’s out of the chair, pouring champagne over her tan body, and licking it off. She squeals with delight. A table gets knocked over as they cause a commotion. A hotel manager comes over, but George hands him a wad of cash and he quickly fucks off.
INT. MIAMI NIGHTCLUB – NIGHT – MAGICAL REALITY
The dancing is in SUPER SLOW MOTION now. Passionate, carnal, intimate.
STILL PHOTOS
George buys gifts for Mirtha and she shows them off for the camera. A fur. A ring. A house.
INT. EASTHAM HOUSE – DAY
