Blow
BARBARA Derek!
DEREK FOREAL is a curious man. Daringly effeminate, especially for the sixties, he is always surrounded by beautiful women. As he sees Barbara, he stops his haircut and runs to embrace her.
DEREK Barbie!
Derek’s female entourage rush over as well. Kisses all around.
DEREK (CONT’D) So, this is the new man, huh? He’s cute!
George and Tuna stick out there hands.
GEORGE George.
TUNA Tuna.
DEREK Tuna, oh my. Enchante, George. Barbie, he’s yummy. He looks like a Ken doll. Oooh, Ken and Barbie. It’s perfect. Alright, girls, give me five minutes.
Derek makes dismissing gestures and the girls scatter.
DEREK (CONT’D) Everyone, shoo! You, too, Barbie. I want to talk to the boys alone.
After the girls leave, Derek closes the partition and his playful demeanor changes. He’s all business now.
DEREK (CONT’D) What can I do for you guys?
GEORGE We want some grass.
DEREK I know what you want. But, first of all, are you cops?
GEORGE No.
DEREK Because if you are, you have to tell me. If not, it’s entrapment.
GEORGE We’re not cops. We’re from Massachusettes. I mean, does he look like a cop?
DEREK I guess not. Okay. You know, you’re very lucky you’re friends of Barbie’s. If you weren’t, I’d never talk to you.
Derek pulls a television-sized brick of quality marijuana out from under a sink and sets it down in front of George.
GEORGE What the fuck is that?
DEREK It’s your grass.
TUNA Wow. That’s more than we had in mind.
DEREK I don’t nickel and dime. You want it or not?
George and Tuna look at each other.
GEORGE We’ll take it.
EXT. MANHATTAN BEACH – 1968 – DAY
SERIES OF SHOTS
Summer on the beach. It’s one big party. George and Tuna are on the beach. They are the new kings. They smoke pot and drink brews. George and Barbara get close as do Tuna and Maria. Slowly, George’s clothes and hair start to look better, cooler.
George and Tuna hanging out with the SURFERS.
George and Tuna hang with Barbara, Maria and SOME GIRLFRIENDS in bikinis.
George and Barbara hang together at the life guard stand.
George and Tuna on the strand with HIPPY PROFESSORS selling half-ounces.
Derek, Tuna, George, Barbara, Maria and the Elves play volleyball.
Barbecue at Belmont Shores apartment with George, Barbara, Derek, Tuna, Maria and different Elves.
George and Tuna sell half-ounces to BIKERS.
Derek is having a party out of a mini-van in the beach parking lot. George, Barbara, Tuna and Maria are there.
EXT. MANHATTAN BEACH – 1968 – SUNSET
George and Barbara sit by the water, watching the waves crash into the sand. The sky is streaked with purple and red.
GEORGE This is it for me.
BARBARA What is?
GEORGE Just everything. You. California. The beach. This spot right here. I feel like I belong here, you know? It just feels right.
BARBARA You happy, baby?
GEORGE Yeah. I am.
INT. BELMONT SHORES APARTMENT – 1968 – DAY
George walks in to find Tuna and Maria sitting with KEVIN DULLI, an old friend from back east. He’s sitting in front of a water pipe and coughing his ass off.
TUNA Look what the cat dragged in.
GEORGE Holy shit, Dulli. What the hell are you doing here?
KEVIN Well, I’ll tell you. I was walking down the beach, minding my business, when who did I see but this fucking guy. I didn’t know you guys were living in California.
GEORGE Yeah, but what are you doing out here?
KEVIN I’m on vacation. On my way back to school.
GEORGE This calls for a joint. You want to do the honors?
KEVIN No, man. I’m too fucked up.
TUNA Nice weed, huh?
KEVIN Fuck yeah. I never seen nothing like it. I’m fucking wasted.
GEORGE Right on.
KEVIN G-d, I’m stoned. I’m stoned. I’m really…
GEORGE Stoned?
KEVIN I wish there was shit like this back home.
GEORGE Yeah?
KEVIN Shit, yeah. Do you know how much money I could make if I had this stuff back east?
TUNA No shit, Kevin?
KEVIN That’s right.
GEORGE Yeah?
KEVIN When there’s something to move, it’s too easy not to. Do you know how many colleges are in a twenty mile radius? U. Mass, Amherst, B.U….
TUNA Smith. Hampshire….
KEVIN Right. And Holyoke. There are a hundred thousand rich kids with their parents’ money to spend, but there’s never anything available. Nothing good, anyway. I’m paying four hundred dollars for shit.
INT. THE WHIPPING POST – MANHATTAN BEACH – 1968 – DAY
Derek, George and Barbara sit around. The blinds are drawn.
GEORGE The way we figure it, Barbara flies to Boston twice a week. Two bags per flight. Twenty-five pounds in each bag.
DEREK You’re kidding, right? That’s a hundred pounds a week.
GEORGE Yeah, I know, it’s a lot of weight.
BARBARA We’re gonna call it California sinsemilla. Sounds exotic.
GEORGE I’m telling you, Derek, it will sell.
DEREK I don’t know…
GEORGE Here’s the best part. We can charge five-hundred a pound.
DEREK Come on, George, no one is going to pay that.
GEORGE It’s already been negotiated. It’s done. The money is there waiting.
Derek looks at Barbara. She nods.
DEREK Goodness.
GEORGE Goodness is right. If you do the math, that’s over thirty grand a week profit. I want you to be my partner on this, Derek. Fifty-fifty. That’s fifteen thousand a week for you, my friend. In your pocket, free and clear.
DEREK And I only deal with you?
GEORGE Barbara and me. No one else.
Derek thinks about it.
BARBARA It’s gonna work, Derek.
DEREK I don’t know. East coast. Airplanes. It all sounds pretty risky.
GEORGE She’s a flight attendant. They don’t check her bags.
EXT. LOS ANGELES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT – 1968 – DAY
George drops Barbara off in her uniform curbside. They kiss and she walks away with two big, red Samsonites. She checks them with a SKYCAP and tips him.
EXT. SKY – 1968 – DAY
