Blow
Police cars everywhere. All the party guests are filed out the door, and are being led away. Mirtha is dragged out, spitting and screaming. George, in handcuffs, is pushed to a squad car. He looks through the window to see a FEMALE POLICE OFFICER escorting Kristina out of the house.
INT. M.P.D. – INTERROGATION ROOM – NIGHT
George, still dressed in his party clothes, sits at a desk. TWO DETECTIVES set a confession in front of him.
GEORGE What’s this?
DETECTIVE #2 It’s your statement. How it was all yours, the pound of coke was for personal use and none of the guests had any idea it was there, yeah, right.
George looks through the papers.
GEORGE I want my kid out of protective custody. Now. No fucking around. My wife and my kid on a plane tonight. I sign when they call me safe and sound.
DETECTIVE #1 No fucking way.
GEORGE Fuck you, then. I sign nothing.
The detectives ponder.
DETECTIVE #2 Do it.
Detective #1 walks to the door.
DETECTIVE #1 George? You better get yourself a good lawyer this time. We’re gonna nail your ass to the wall on this one.
GEORGE Oh hey, one more thing?
DETECTIVE #1 What’s that?
GEORGE Get me a six pack.
EXT. EASTHAM HOUSE – GARAGE – NIGHT
It’s the middle of the night. George walks through a dark and lonely house. He goes to the furnace, opens it up and sees that there are only five stacks left.
GEORGE Fuck.
EXT. JUNG HOUSE – WEYMOUTH – PORCH – MORNING
George pulls up to the front.
GEORGE Hi.
FRED I heard. Ermine, your son is here.
ERMINE (O.S.) Tell him I don’t want to see him. Tell him he’s not welcome here.
GEORGE Mom.
Ermine’s back is to George. She won’t look at him.
ERMINE Don’t you dare step one foot in this house. You’re not my son, you hear me? I don’t have a son anymore.
She disappears into the house. The sound of a door slamming.
FRED She’s angry. It’s all over the news.
GEORGE Yeah. Listen. I’m going to be going away for awhile.
FRED You’re not going to trial?
GEORGE No.
FRED Good.
They stand there and look at each other for a while. There’s a lot to say but nothing’s coming out. George hands Fred a gym bag.
GEORGE Give this to Mom, will you?
FRED Money. You and your mother. All the time chasing it. I never understood it.
GEORGE Give it to her, Dad. It’ll make her happy.
FRED Yeah, I know. This is it, isn’t it?
The two men throw their arms around each other and hold on to one another in the doorway of the old house.
GEORGE Tell Mom, you know…
FRED I’ll tell her.
George breaks away and moves to the T-bird.
FRED (CONT’D) Take care of yourself.
INT. BANCO DE FEDERALE – PANAMA CITY – 1985 – DAY
George walks through the bank.
INT. BANCO DE FEDERALE – PANAMA CITY – CONTINUOUS
George sits at a desk in front of a Panamanian BANK EMPLOYEE. He slides his bank book across the table.
GEORGE I’d like to make a withdrawal.
The employee opens the book and gets a funny look on his face. Nervous.
BANK EMPLOYEE Excuse me, please.
He gets up and moves to the BANK MANAGER. They move to another MANAGER TYPE. And another. And then everyone disappears behind closed doors. Finally, the BANK PRESIDENT emerges and moves over to George.
BANK PRESIDENT I’m afraid there is a problem, Mr. Jung. The banks have gone through a change, a nationalization. I’m afraid your funds have been appropriated by the Panamanian Government…
George starts to shake. The bank president tries to explain, but whatever he says is unimportant. George is paralyzed.
INT. APARTMENT – LIBERTY CITY, FLORIDA – NIGHT
An inexpensive one-bedroom furnished apartment. It ain’t much, but it’s home. Mirtha has just received the news and is losing her mind. Clara Blanca is cooking dinner.
MIRTHA What are we going to do?! What are we going to use for money?!
GEORGE Please, Mirtha. I’ll start working for Augusto. I’ll talk to him tonight. I’ll do something.
MIRTHA Don’t touch me. Tell me. Just answer the question. What do I spend? What? How will we live?
Kristina sits there. She hears everything, so does Clara Blanca.
GEORGE Not in front of the kid.
MIRTHA Don’t give me that shit. You just better do something.
She storms into the bedroom and slams the door. George stands there. Awkward silence. George goes to Kristina.
GEORGE Everything’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. Don’t be upset.
KRISTINA What’s happening to us?
Tough question to answer.
GEORGE I don’t know.
KRISTINA Are we gonna split up?
GEORGE No, never. Don’t even think about that, it’s impossible. I love your mother. And you are my heart. Could I live without my heart? Could I?
Kristina nods “no.” They embrace.
INT. GEORGE’S THUNDERBIRD – MIAMI – NIGHT
The car moves along I-95. George is driving while a jacked up Mirtha does a speed bump. A cop is following in the distance. It is not okay.
GEORGE There’s a fucking cop behind us, Mirtha. Be cool, will ya.
MIRTHA Fuck you, George, just fucking drive.
GEORGE Hey, why don’t you just put a “I’m doing cocaine” sign on the car. What is your fucking problem?
MIRTHA My problem? We’re broke, that’s my fucking problem. And you’re a fucking spy.
GEORGE What?
MIRTHA That’s right. Always spying, always judging. Everyone’s laughing at you, you fucking pussy. You let Diego fuck you in the ass. Maybe you are a fucking faggot. You must be fucking Diego because you’re not fucking me.
Mirtha grabs nuts.
GEORGE Those are my nuts!
George tries to fend her off. The car swerves all over the road. It’s turned into a full scale fist fight. The red lights of Florida’s finest come up behind them and George is pulled over.
EXT. I-95 – CONTINUOUS
Mirtha leaps out of the car, teary eyed, crazed and bloodied. The policemen step from their car.
MIRTHA He’s a fugitive and a fucking cocaine dealer! There’s a kilo in his trunk right now! Take this sorry motherfucker to jail!
George sits behind the wheel. He knows it’s over.
INT. M.C.I. WALPOLE – VISITING AREA – 1989 – DAY
SUPERIMPOSE: FOUR YEARS LATER
Visiting day. Inmates sit across from their families. Mirtha is sitting at the glass. George walks to his seat.
MIRTHA I’m divorcing you, George. I’m getting custody of Kristina. And when you get out next week, you’re going to pay support and that’s the end of it. Alright? There’s someone else. I’m sorry.
George just looks at her. His face is stone. But he is moved.
MIRTHA (CONT’D) You should have taken better care of me, you know? You’ve been away a long time. Four years. Say something.
