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GEORGE
No. All set. Piece of cake.
INT. GEORGE’S STUDIO APARTMENT – MIAMI – NIGHT
George is cooking dinner for Kristina. He’s only got a hot plate so it’s slow. The table is set with plasticware. Kristina chops the salad.
GEORGE I’m thinking about getting out of town this week. You want to come with me?
KRISTINA Where are you going?
GEORGE I don’t know. Maybe California.
KRISTINA You swear?
GEORGE Yeah. Go out there, check it out, see what it’s like. I’ve got some stuff to do this week, but I’m thinking maybe Thursday. Thursday after school.
KRISTINA You know I can’t. Mom will never let me go.
GEORGE You let me take care of your mother. You just pack your bags.
KRISTINA But I’ve got school.
GEORGE There’s schools in California.
KRISTINA You swear?
GEORGE That’s right. Three o’clock. Thursday. At your mother’s. You and me. It’s a date.
KRISTINA I don’t believe you.
GEORGE I swear. On my life.
KRISTINA Swear on my life.
GEORGE I swear on your life.
EXT. VERO BEACH AIRFIELD – DUSK
George, Ben and G.G. wait on the tarmac. George is pacing. The sound of a Cessna is heard and soon it is dropping out of the sky. The plane lands and taxis over.
Kevin and Leon stick their fists out of the airplane in triumph. The men quickly unload the plane into the trunks of two Broncos and the back of a truck.
INT. FT. LAUDERDALE HOUSE – NIGHT
WE FOLLOW the duffel bags out of the Bronco into the house. The boys sit around as George samples the product.
KEVIN Are we good?
GEORGE Are we good? Yeah, we’re good. We’re beautiful. We’re perfect. This is A grade, one-hundred percent pure Colombian cocaine, Ladies and Gentlemen. Disco shit. Pure as the driven snow. Good riddance.
He looks the boys over.
GEORGE (CONT’D) You saved my life, Dulli. You’ll never fucking know. All you guys. Everyone just got a raise. Instead of ten percent, you get fifteen.
LEON Jesus, George, fifteen percent. That’s an extra two-hundred large.
GEORGE I don’t give a shit. Split it up. Have a great life. I’m done. I’m out. Starting over. Cheers.
They clank. George gets up and does the Snoopy Dance to the bathroom.
GEORGE (CONT’D) Yeah! Unbelievable. Dulli, pour us another round. I gotta hit the head.
George leaves the room. The camera slowly pans back to the guys. Something doesn’t look right. They have not moved. They look bummed. Leon looks at G.G.
LEON What?
G.G. I feel bad.
BEN Me too. He’s not such a bad guy.
KEVIN Fuck you guys. All of you. I’ve known him for thirty fucking years. Fucking George.
LEON Yeah, I like him, too. But what’s done is done. So let’s not get all sentimental about it, okay?
The CAMERA PANS BACK SLOWLY to the bathroom door, George comes back into the room, dancing. He goes and sits down with the guys.
GEORGE (laughing) Dulli, I was just thinking about that time we landed in Mexico. You’ve gotten a lot better since then, huh pal? Remember that fucking landing strip? Huh?
George is the only one smiling. No one is looking at him.
GEORGE (CONT’D) Hey, what’s wrong fellas? Why the long faces?
He looks at each one. He slowly realizes something’s up. He looks to Dulli finally.
GEORGE (CONT’D) (defeated) No. C’mon, Dulli.
The front door busts down, agents pour in. The CAMERA SWISH PANS to George. Lights out. Slow motion. Slow dolly into XCU.
EXT. OTISVILLE F.C.I. – NEW YORK – 1999 – DAY
George has tears in his eyes. He is frozen. Paralyzed by the memories.
GEORGE Oh, no.
INT. FT. LAUDERDALE HOUSE – 1989 – DAY
The voices from the bust can be heard as the CAMERA PUSHES SLOWLY into George’s face. Surreal.
GEORGE (V.O.) I was busted. Set up by the FBI and the DEA. That didn’t bother me. Set up by Kevin Dulli and Derek Foreal to save their own asses. That didn’t bother me. Sentenced to sixty years at Otisville. That didn’t bother me.
EXT. MIRTHA’S HOUSE – MIAMI – 1989 – DAY
Nine-year old Kristina Sunshine Jung sits on the front porch as the sun goes down. Her bags are packed and ready to go.
GEORGE (V.O.) I had broken a promise. Everything I loved in my life goes away.
INT. OTISVILLE F.C.I. – 1989 – DAY
George is led into a small room and greeted by his lawyer, ARCHIE ZIGMOND.
ZIGMOND Here’s the deal, George. You’re not getting out. I tried to get you furloughed, but your mother squashed it. Said it would only upset him. I’m sorry.
George takes it in. Blinks. The years have not been kind.
GEORGE How’s he doing?
ZIGMOND Well, he’s out of the hospital, but there’s not much anyone can do for him. It’s just a matter of time. Listen, I brought a tape recorder in case you wanted to say something to him. That way he could hear your voice.
GEORGE Right.
Zigmond sets the tape recorder down and leaves the room. George stares long at the machine. He pushes the record button and looks at the red light.
GEORGE (CONT’D) Hello, Dad…
EXT. JUNG HOUSE – DAY
A sixty-nine year old Fred shuffles from his house to the blue LTD. He gets in, turns the key, and puts his son’s tape into the deck.
GEORGE (V.O.) You know, I remember a lifetime ago, I was about three-and-a-half feet tall, weighing all of sixty-pounds, every inch your son…
EXT. JUNG HOUSE – 1953 – DAY
Six-year old George runs through the leaves to the truck and rides to work with his father.
GEORGE (V.O.) …those Saturday mornings going to work with my Dad. We’d climb into that big yellow truck. I used to think it was the biggest truck in the world.
INT. FRED’S LTD. – 1989 – CONTINUOUS
CLOSE ON FRED
visibly moved.
GEORGE (V.O.) I remember how important the job we did was. How if it weren’t for us, people would freeze to death. I thought you were the strongest man in the world.
FLASHBACK – VISUALS MATCH DIALOGUE
Ermine as Loretta Young.
Fred Jung and his son tossing a baseball.
Tuna and George driving off in the black Oldsmobile convertible.
The FBI arresting George in his old bedroom.
GEORGE (V.O.) (CONT’D) Remember those home movies when Mom would dress up like Loretta Young? And the ice creams and the football games? Waino, the Tuna, and the day I left for California only to come home with the FBI chasing me?
INT. JUNG HOUSE – GEORGE’S BEDROOM – 1973 – NIGHT
James J. Trout pulls a handcuffed George’s boots over his socks as Fred and Ermine watch.
GEORGE (V.O.) And that FBI agent, Trout? When he had to get on his knees to put my boots on? You said…
FRED That’s where you belong…
INT. FRED’S LTD. – 1989 – CONTINUOUS
A choked up Fred repeats the words.
FRED …you sonofabitch. Putting on George’s boots.
GEORGE (V.O.) That was a good one, Dad. That was really something. Remember that?
INT. OTISVILLE F.C.I. – NEW YORK – 1989 – DAY
George’s eyes well up and he sparks a cigarette, as he keeps trying to tell his father goodbye.
GEORGE (V.O.) And that time you told me that money wasn’t real? Well, old man, I’m forty two years old. I finally learned what you tried to tell me so many years ago.
