GEORGE
For calling you a homo.
DEREK
That was out of line.
George throws his arm around Derek’s shoulder.
GEORGE
Good to see you, Derek.
Mirtha runs in with a giant crystal punch bowl filled with
mother of pearl. She holds it over her head triumphantly.
MIRTHA
Now let’s fucking party, motherfuckers!
Let’s have some fucking fun.
DEREK
Jesus, is that Mirtha!?
A very underweight Mirtha nervously runs around the party,
shoving coke up everyone’s noses. She is gakked to the gills
and out of control. Her pupils a mile wide.
DEREK (CONT’D)
Christ almighty, George. Feed her a
cheeseburger or something. What does
she weight, eighty pounds?
GEORGE
I know. She needs to slow down. She’s
going to blow an O-ring.
Singing. The birthday cake is brought in, the candles are
blown out and everyone cheers.
Mirtha runs over to her husband, still holding the cocaine.
She’s sweaty, her hair matted down on one side.
MIRTHA
Happy birthday, baby. Do a line.
She tries to push a line up his nose.
GEORGE
No, that’s alright.
MIRTHA
Oh fucking relax. Let your hair down
for once. It’s your fucking birthday,
for Chrissakes. You’re such a fucking
pussy. I swear to G-d, I married this
big time drug dealer and wound up with
the maid.
Mirtha’s loud now and making a scene. He thinks about it.
GEORGE
No honey, I’m alright.
AUGUSTO
A toast! To Mister George Jung. Mr. I
95, north and south. My brother-in-law.
Happy birthday!
Everyone raises their glasses.
EVERYONE
To George!
A party guest comes running inside.
PARTY GUEST
Cops! They’re all over the place.
The WAITERS, in their white jackets, exchange knowing looks.
The BARTENDER comes out from behind the bar.
BARTENDER
Freeze!
In an instant, all of the waiters’ guns are out.
WAITER
Massachusetts State Police Department!
Everybody on the floor!
EXT. EASTHAM HOUSE – LATER
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.
GEORGE
What do you want me to say? I’m in
prison. You should know. You put me
here.
MIRTHA
Fuck you, George. I knew you’d say
something like that. Always thinking
about yourself.
She moves away and drags nine-year old Kristina into the
room.
Kristina yanks her arm away and they get into a heated
argument. Through the glass, George can’t hear the words but
it’s clear that Kristina doesn’t want to be here.
GEORGE
My baby. She’s so big.
Mirtha forces Kristina over to the glass and keeps showing
her, prompting her to talk. Kristina stares at George
through the glass. Cool. Defiant. Angry. She picks up the
phone and speaks, every word an accusation.
KRISTINA
I thought you couldn’t live without your
heart.
She drops the phone, walks away, and doesn’t look back.
INT. PHONE BOOTH – MIAMI STREETS – DAY
George puts in the quarters.
GEORGE
Hello, Derek? It’s George. Yeah.
Yeah, I am. I’m in Miami. I’m looking
to do something. I want to put together
a crew. Do you know anybody? Leon? I
don’t know him. What’s his last name?
Alright. Give me the number.
EXT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL – MIAMI – DAY
Nine-year old Kristina Jung leaves school. George, fresh out
of prison, moves across the street to meet her.
KRISTINA
What are you doing here?
GEORGE
Nothing. I just wanted you to know I
was out. I just wanted to see you.
KRISTINA
Well, here I am. See?
GEORGE
How are you doing?
KRISTINA
George, you just can’t show up, tell me
you love me, and have everything be
okay.
GEORGE
Dad.
KRISTINA
What?
GEORGE
You can call me Dad if you want.
KRISTINA
I don’t want, alright? It’s not funny.
I’m really pissed off, George. You blew
it, now leave me alone.
GEORGE
Kristina, c’mon, I’m sorry. I’m going
to make this right. I’ve got a few
things going on…
KRISTINA
What do you want from me?
GEORGE
Just to walk with you. I want to be
your dad again.
KRISTINA
Do what you want, it’s a free country.
She walks away. He follows.
INT. THE PALM LOUNGE – MIAMI – DAY
George sits at the bar with a man named LEON MINGHELLA.
LEON
It’s a four-man operation. Two on the
ground. Two in the air.
GEORGE
Who’s the co-pilot?
LEON
You’re looking at him. We provide the
plane, transportation cost, U.S. landing
spot, and take it to wherever you want
it to go. You provide the pick up point
in South America, and are responsible
for payment. You assume all the bust
risks. We take sixty-five percent of
all transportation fees, ten percent of
the gross, plus our expenses.
This is not a negotiation, so if this is
okay with you, we can talk further. If
not, we can forget we had this
conversation.
GEORGE
Sounds fine. I’ll need to meet
everybody.
LEON
They’re over at the booth.
Leon leads George over.
LEON (CONT’D)
Gentlemen, this is George. George, this
is Ben, G.G. and…
George’s eyes widen as he looks at the last man. It’s Kevin
Dulli.
GEORGE
Holy shit, Dulli!
KEVIN
Georgie, oh man, hold the mayo!
GEORGE (V.O.)
That was it. Seeing Dulli after
fourteen years sealed the deal for me.
The rest was just details. My end was
roughly five-hundred thousand. Kristina
and I could have a good life for five
hundred grand. Start over somewhere.
One final score. That’s all I needed.
INT. OLIVEROS MANSION – MIAMI – DAY
AUGUSTO
Three-hundred kilos is a very big load,
Georgie. Why don’t we start small?
GEORGE
No. I have the space. I figured it
out. This is what I want to do.
AUGUSTO
Alright. I’ll ask Pablo, tell him it’s
for you. I don’t think there will be a
problem.
GEORGE
Five-thousand per kilo.
AUGUSTO
Ha ha. That’s too much, Georgie. Those
days are over. The rate is one-thousand
dollars. Inflation, you know?
GEORGE
This is a one time thing, Gusto. One
and I’m out. Give me a good price for
old time’s sake. What do you think?
EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET – MIAMI – DAY
George and Kristina walk through the neighborhood. He
carries her books.
GEORGE
Let me ask you something. If you could
go anywhere in the world, anywhere,
where would you want to go?
KRISTINA
You mean, like a trip?
GEORGE
Yeah, sure, whatever.
Kristina thinks about it.
KRISTINA
I don’t know. Maybe California.
George is amused by her answer.
GEORGE
California? You can go anywhere in the
world. India. Tibet. Australia.
Paris. And you choose California?
KRISTINA
Yeah.
GEORGE
What is it? A Disneyland thing?
KRISTINA
No. I just kind of like the sound of
it.
GEORGE
California, huh?
KRISTINA
California.
They turn a corner and arrive at Kristina’s house. Mirtha is
standing in the doorway.
GEORGE
Go on inside now. I want to talk to
your mom alone.
He kisses his daughter goodbye.
KRISTINA
Bye, Dad. See you in the morning, okay?
GEORGE
I’ll be here.
George moves over to Mirtha. It’s been a while.
MIRTHA
What do you want?
GEORGE
You knew I was seeing Kristina, right?
MIRTHA
Yeah. She told me. You walk her to
school.
GEORGE
Yeah, so I’ve been thinking. I love
her, y’know? I kind of want to have
her. I’ve been away for so long. Make
up for the missed time, you know?
MIRTHA
I haven’t seen one dollar from you. You
haven’t paid me one cent in child
support, alimony.
GEORGE
Yeah, well. I’m working on that. I’ve
got something going.
MIRTHA
Yeah? I better see some money out of
it.
GEORGE
Yeah, you will. Of course.
Mirtha looks at her ex-husband. It’s not all bad.
MIRTHA
Hey, look. You start paying, who knows
what will happen. You’re a good father,
George. I always gave you that. But
you’ve got to talk to her.
GEORGE
Yeah.
MIRTHA
She’s getting big. Getting her own
ideas.
GEORGE
I know. Well, that’s all I really
wanted to say. So, okay, then.
He moves down the steps and heads for the sidewalk.
MIRTHA
Hey, George. You okay?
GEORGE
Yeah. I’m fine. I’m good.
INT. THE PALM LOUNGE – DAY
The restaurant is filled with the team. They discuss, argue,
re-examine every little detail.
KEVIN
We take off from Lauderdale, Sunday,
refuel, and be in Medellin by Monday.
LEON
Overnight, refuel, and back Wednesday
night.
GEORGE
Where are you coming in?
BEN
Vero Beach.
G.G.
It’s good. It’s small.
LEON
Then we drive it to the Lauderdale house
where it stays until pick up and payment
the next morning. You want to go over
it again?
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.
INT. FRED’S LTD. – 1989 – CONTINUOUS
Tears come crashing out of the old man’s stoic face.
GEORGE (V.O.)
I finally understand. You’re the best,
Dad. I just wish I could have done more
for you. I wish we had more time.
EXT. OTISVILLE F.C.I. – NEW YORK – 1999 – DAY
A vision of Fred Jung sits on the ground before his fifty-two
year old son.
GEORGE
I guess I kind of lost sight of things.
“May the wind always be at your back and
the sun always upon your face, and the
winds of destiny carry you aloft to
dance with the stars.” Love, George.
FRED
That was a beautiful message.
GEORGE
I meant every word of it.
FRED
Did you know I died two weeks after you
sent me that tape?
The apparition of Fred disappears and George is left alone
once again.
GEORGE
Yeah, Dad. I knew that.
INT. OTISVILLE F.C.I. – NEW YORK – 1990 – DAY
George is led into the room where THREE FBI MEN await him.
One of them is named FRED GARCIA.
GARCIA
How are you doing, George?
GEORGE
What do you guys want?
GARCIA
You hear about your old friend, Diego?
GEORGE
What about him?
Garcia tosses a newspaper onto the table. The Miami Herald.
Inside is a full page letter addressed from Diego Delgado to
Vice President George Bush. In the letter, Diego offers to
make a deal. In exchange for immunity, Diego will rat out
the entire cocaine business. Americans, Colombians, Noriega,
Escobar, everybody. Just let him free.
GEORGE (CONT’D)
What the fuck? Is he going to walk?
GARCIA
He’s going down, George. It’s election
year. We’re not making any deals.
FBI GUY #1
He’s never getting out. Orders from the
top.
GARCIA
So, how would you like to help us put
him away?
FBI GUY #2
We’ve done our homework. We know you
hate this motherfucker.
GEORGE
I don’t think so.
GARCIA
Don’t be stupid, George. We’ve got him.
We’ve got him dead to rights. But like
I said, this is top priority so we’re
handing out free passes on this one.
And the first one’s got your name on it.
Cut your sentence in half, maybe more.
GEORGE
No thanks, fellas. You’ve got the wrong
fucking guy. I’m not a rat.
INT. OTISVILLE F.C.I. – VISITOR’S ROOM – 1990 – DAY
George sits in the chair behind the plexiglass. Mirtha
enters and takes a seat on the other side.
GEORGE
Mirtha, what’s going on? Everything
okay with Kristina?
MIRTHA
Kristina’s fine.
GEORGE
Is she here? Is she coming?
MIRTHA
Is she here? George, Kristina hates
you. You fucked her over one too many
times. And I’m not here to socialize.
Did you hear about Diego?
GEORGE
Yeah.
MIRTHA
Well, I got a call from Pablo. He said
this thing with Diego is a disaster.
He’s giving up lab locations, names,
bank accounts, he was very pissed off.
Pablo said to take him down. His exact
words were “Fuck Diego.”
GEORGE
He wants me to testify? Is that what
he’s asking me to do?
MIRTHA
George, he wasn’t asking.
Mirtha gets up and starts to move away.
GEORGE
Mirtha, how are you doing?
MIRTHA
Better than you.
INT. COURTHOUSE HALLWAY – JACKSONVILLE – 1990 – DAY
George, Archie Zigmond and two armed guards walk down the
corridor.
GEORGE
Hey, Arch, you think the judge will let
us get a cocktail after this is all
over?
ZIGMOND
I’ll see what I can do, George.
GEORGE
Thanks, Arch.
They walk into the crowded courtroom.
INT. COURTHOUSE HALLWAY – JACKSONVILLE – 1990 – DAY
Packed. Nuts. Standing room only. The courtroom buzzes as
George is led down the center aisle and is handed off to the
bailiff. Over this we hear…
CLERK
Sir, please state your name.
GEORGE
I’m George Jung. Spelled J-U-N-G.
CLERK
Thank you.
PROSECUTOR
Mr. Jung, do you know Diego Delgado?
GEORGE
Yes, I do.
PROSECUTOR
Do you see him here in the courtroom?
GEORGE
Yes, he’s sitting right there at the end
of the table.
PROSECUTOR
Let the record state the witness has
identified, Diego Delgado.
The following sound bytes are dissolved together in montage
style…
PROSECUTOR (CONT’D)
Mr. Jung, can you describe the
circumstances of how you began talking
about cocaine with Mr. Delgado?
GEORGE
Shortly after I arrived at Danbury
Federal Correctional Institute I related
to Diego that the crime I was in for was
smuggling marijuana.
Diego told me he had high level
connections in Colombia and they needed
to find someone to help them transport
cocaine into America…
GEORGE (CONT’D)
The first run was fifteen kilos, which
we smuggled into Logan Airport in hard
shelled suitcases.
GEORGE (CONT’D)
We wrapped the cocaine in kitchen
cabinet paper, and duct tape, that way
if there were any dogs in customs…
GEORGE (CONT’D)
I introduced Diego to a pilot named Jack
Stevens, who helped us fly 300 kilos of
cocaine per week into the United States
via twin-engine Cessnas. Jack would fly
into North Carolina, we’d meet him there
and drive it down to different
distribution points…
GEORGE (CONT’D)
I never met Pablo Escobar. Diego
Delgado was my only connection to
cocaine from Colombia…
GEORGE (CONT’D)
Diego convinced me to keep most of my
money in a Panamanian bank. Diego had a
close relationship with Manuel Noriega.
In exchange for allowing us to keep our
money there, we paid him a percentage.
GEORGE (CONT’D)
There was an 85% chance that if you
snorted cocaine between 1977-1984, it
was ours. Initially with my LA
connections, we invented the
marketplace. In 1977, there was no
other real competition.
GEORGE (CONT’D)
The first year we made about 100 million
dollars between us. It was an expensive
operation. Eventually we built up to
three different pilots doing multiple
runs per week, connections on both
coasts, everything was running smooth.
We were like a corporation…
GEORGE (CONT’D)
he was very anti-government. He talked
about revolution, forming his own
country or island, he was looking for
power as well as money. I was just
looking for money.
GEORGE (CONT’D)
He disliked the United States, thought
it was a police state. He hoped that by
flooding the country with cocaine, it
would disrupt the political system and
tear down the morality of the country.
GEORGE (CONT’D)
Well, yes, Derek Foreal was my
connection, I met him back in 1968 when
I first moved to Manhattan Beach. It
was Foreal’s marijuana connections that
kicked off our cocaine market.
GEORGE (CONT’D)
Yes, it was my idea to bring the kilos
to Los Angeles. When Diego finally got
Derek Foreal’s name from me, it was only
a matter of months before he’d cut me
out.
GEORGE (CONT’D)
I’m not sure how my relationship with my
daughter and ex-wife have anything to do
with this trial. I mean we’re here to
talk about Diego Delgado, aren’t we?
CALIBANOS
Yes, we are Mr. Jung.
We come out of the montage, the defense attorney Diego
Delgado, Joe Calibanos, a sleazy-Greek-like-ex-basketball
weight lifter guy is now doing the questioning.
CALIBANOS (CONT’D)
Mr. Jung, you’re a convicted felon,
correct?
GEORGE
Yes, I am.
CALIBANOS
Do you have any agreement or
understanding whatsoever with the United
States government in regards to your
testimony?
GEORGE
No, I cam here out of my own volition.
CALIBANOS
Excuse me?
GEORGE
Something about vengance being best
served cold.
CALIBANOS
Really. Are you getting paid, Mr. Jung?
GEORGE
Excuse me?
CALIBANOS
Mr. Jung, don’t you have an agreement or
understanding with the United States
Government in connection with your
testimony in this case?
GEORGE
I’m doing sixty years at Otisville, no
chance of parole. Even if they cut my
sentence in half I’ll be seventy-three
years old. That’s some fucking deal. I
don’t know if the parole board, the
judge, the pope or Jesus Christ himself
can get me out of here. I have a really
bad record, I’m not sure what’s going to
happen.
CALIBANOS
So you do have an agreement with the
United States Government, Mr. Jung,
correct?
George can’t respond. Looks to Diego. Looks from the jury,
the judge, George is on the spotlight and it’s uncomfortable.
He feels suddenly sleazy.
CALIBANOS (CONT’D)
I thought so. No more questions.
Silence. The judge tells George he can step down. Calibanos
laughs quietly with associates. George is bummed. He walks
by Diego. They look at each other.
GEORGE
You shouldn’t have taken the 30 million,
Diego, I was out.
George is lead away.
CLERK
The court calls Mr. Jack Stevens.
Jack Stevens is lead to the stand. WE SLOWLY DISSOLVE TO:
INT. CAR – 1999 – DAY
The green of the New York State countryside drifts by as a
brown Mazda moves along Highway 19. Behind the wheel is a
beautiful 20 year old woman wearing dark sunglasses. She
drives absently, her mind somewhere else.
INT. OTISVILLE F.C.I. – VISITOR’S ENTRANCE – 1999 – DAY
The woman is buzzed through the double doors. She moves to
the MAN behind the desk and takes off her sunglasses.
KRISTINA
I’m here to see my father.
ADMISSIONS OFFICER
Name?
KRISTINA
Kristina Sunshine Jung.
EXT. OTISVILLE F.C.I. – LATE AFTERNOON
The GUARDS are rounding up the other prisoners and escorting
them inside, but George is still planting sunflowers.
GUARD
Hey, George, five more minutes, buddy.
INT. VISITOR’S ENTRANCE – CONTINUOUS
The admissions officer looks up from his paperwork.
ADMISSIONS OFFICER
Jung.
Kristina grabs her papers and moves to the counter.
ADMISSIONS OFFICER (CONT’D)
Belongings in here.
Kristina empties her pockets and deposits her possessions
into a locker box. She is handed a key.
ADMISSIONS OFFICER (CONT’D)
Feet on the blue line.
Kristina stands on a blue piece of tape and the admissions
officer buzzes open the giant metal door. But Kristina
doesn’t move.
ADMISSIONS OFFICER (CONT’D)
Miss?
He presses the buzzer again, but she just stands there.
ADMISSIONS OFFICER (CONT’D)
Miss? Something wrong?
EXT. OTISVILLE F.C.I. – CONTINUOUS
George turns around as a GUARD taps him on the shoulder.
GUARD
George? George, come on. You’ve got a
visitor.
George looks up to find Kristina being buzzed through the
gate. She moves through the open area and onto the grass
quickly. SLOW MOTION: Father and daughter come together at
last in a long embrace.
GEORGE
I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.
KRISTINA
It’s alright, Dad.
GEORGE
I didn’t mean to…
KRISTINA
I know, Dad. I know…
He hugs her hard.
GEORGE
I fucked up.
KRISTINA
Shhhh.
GEORGE
I love you. I love you so much. You’ve
got to know that. You’ve got to know.
KRISTINA
I know, Dad. I love you too.
GEORGE
After everything. After everything, the
only thing left out of my whole life is
you.
Kristina looks at her father, smiles, and disappears. There
was no Kristina. The guard continues to tap.
GUARD
George? George, come on. It’s getting
dark.
George looks up to find a prison guard. His name is GUS, and
he helps George to his feet.
GEORGE
But I have a visitor.
GUS
Not today, George. Time to go back.
GEORGE
But I want to put her name on the list
for tomorrow. My daughter.
GUS
Okay, George.
GEORGE
Because she’s visiting me.
GUS
We’ll do that tomorrow, okay? It’s
lockdown time.
The shadows grow long, and Gus leads George down a cement
path that cuts through the grass. The huge structure of
Otisville looms dark against the sky, and Gus and George take
the long walk back.
EXT. OTISVILLE F.C.I. – NEW YORK – DUSK
Standing outside the fences, Kristina smokes a cigarette as
she watches her father being led away. After a few moments,
she turns around, walks to her car and gets in. Time to go
home. And as the brown Mazda pulls out of the driveway, the
taillights turn red, growing smaller and smaller, until they
finally disappear.
THE END.
