Blow
EXT. NORMAN CAY – BAHAMAS – 1979 – DUSK
George cruises through the turqoise water of the Caribbean in a sport fisherman. Before him is Norman Cay. White sand beaches. Beautiful. Pristine.
EXT. NORMAN CAY – DOCKS – DUSK
Waiting for him is Cesar.
CESAR Good to see you, George. It’s been a long time.
INT. THE YACHT CLUB – SUNSET
The Yacht Club is a tavern style bar that juts out over the water. The crimson sky streaks the windows. Diego looks like Che Guavera. His hair is long, and a graying beard sticks through his gaunt face. The bar has been taken over by Diego’s BANDITOS. Automatic weapons and PROSTITUTES accent this drunken setting. George is escorted through the door by Cesar, and the room quiets. All eyes on Diego and George. Diego rises.
DIEGO George, I am happy to see you. How are you, my brother?
GEORGE No more brothers, Diego.
DIEGO Of course we are brothers. Why do you say that? You hurt me, George.
GEORGE You fucked me, Diego.
DIEGO I did not.
GEORGE You went behind my back and you cut me out.
DIEGO No, I never. I would not do that, George. Never.
GEORGE I talked to Foreal, Diego.
There is a pause. Diego’s goons ready their weapons as Diego scoops up a cringer with his pinky and sniffs.
DIEGO Maybe you are right. I did betray you a little bit.
One of the men says something in Spanish and everyone laughs. George is furious. He starts to tremble and his face turns red.
DIEGO (CONT’D) Oh, boo hoo, boo hoo. So sad, George. I stole your California connection. So what? Who introduced you to Pablo Escobar? Me. Who introduced you to your fucking Colombian wife? Me. Who protected you when my friend Cesar Roza wanted to slice your fucking throat, huh? Who mad you millions and millions of dollars? Me. And what do I get in return? This? Accusations? I have always given you everything, George, but that is over now. This is my operation. My dream. So go home, George. Go back to your stupid little life. You can sell half grams to your fucking relatives for all I care. Because you are out!
George lunges at Diego and is immediately grabbed.
GEORGE You’d better kill me now, Diego, because you’re a dead man.
DIEGO George, don’t be so emotional. This is business. Besides, I can’t kill you, you are my brother.
They lead him away.
EXT. YACHT CLUB – CONTINUOUS
George is getting the shit kicked out of him. His teeth broken, kicked in the head, the body, the groin. His arm stomped. Blood and broken bones. It’s a king size beating. The men prop him up and Cesar reaches back and hits him with a haymaker. CRACK. George’s nose is broken. Blood spurts everywhere. George is dropped to the ground, spit on, and left for dead.
CESAR Say “hi” to your pretty wife for me.
EXT. HACIENDA LOS NAPOLES – COLOMBIA – POOL – DAY
A beautiful, sprawling estate. A family barbecue, Colombian style, is in full swing. Kids play soccer. Zoo animals run wild together.
George is led outside by TWO OVER-ARMED BODYGUARDS. Pablo sees him and gives George a big hug.
ESCOBAR George, you look terrible.
GEORGE Yeah, well…
ESCOBAR Diego?
GEORGE Yeah.
ESCOBAR Please. Sit down. We’ll drink some scotch.
GEORGE I didn’t come here to drink scotch.
ESCOBAR I see. I’m sorry about this, George. I’m not happy about this situation. It’s bad. You now know who your Brutus is.
GEORGE You know why I’m here. You know what I have to do. I came here for permission. Out of respect, Pablo. This is bullshit, he’s making me look like a punk.
ESCOBAR It is very difficult. Diego makes me a lot of money. If Diego goes so does the money. You were an excellent teacher, George. When the student has learned well, the teacher is no longer necessary. We must remember we have wives, friends, familia. Even familia that has not been born. But sometimes, we must forget as well. I am like you. I must teach the lesson. We want to teach the lesson. But we cannot. We must remember that life is the teacher.
GEORGE You’re saying life will take care of Diego?
ESCOBAR Life will take care of everybody. Diego, me, you. It is the teacher.
GEORGE I get it. I’m really pissed, Pablo. You know the DEA knows about Norman’s Cay. For Chrissakes, Diego worships Adolf Hitler and John Lennon, that’s fucked up!
ESCOBAR I’m sorry, George.
GEORGE Yeah, well, what are you gonna do? You and me, Pablo? Are we good?
ESCOBAR Of course, George. We are beautiful. We are brothers. Real brothers. Not like Diego. We started this, George.
Escobar embraces George for a moment, and then George starts to move away.
ESCOBAR (CONT’D) And, George? The vengance? It is best served cold.
INT. EASTHAM HOUSE – GEORGE’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Mirtha is sleeping. She’s so big, she looks like she’s gonna explode. George sits on the bed and rests his hand on Mirtha’s face. He looks like the Elephant Man.
MIRTHA George. Oh, Jesus Christ, George. Look at you.
GEORGE Shhh, honey, never mind. It’s alright. It’s over. I quit the business. I’m out.
MIRTHA Pablo said no?
GEORGE Pablo said no. It’s all over. And I’m never going back. I have you. We have the baby. And there’s nothing else. It’s just the family now. Shhh. Sleep now.
EXT. EASTHAM HOUSE – DAY
Fred, Ermine and Mirth are waiting for George in the car. Mirtha’s water has broken. Ermine honks the horn from the back seat and screams out the window.
ERMINE George, it’s time! George! George!
INT. HOUSE – CONTINUOUS
George is high and in a panic. He races around, trying to get a suitcase packed and find his keys.
GEORGE Coming!
He finally gets it together, but before he runs out the door, he does one last blast.
INT. CAPE COD HOSPITAL – HYANNIS – MATERNITY – DAY
Mirtha is on the birthing table and screaming in pain. She’s crowning. George wears hospital scrubs and a surgical mask. He and his saucer pupils hold Mirtha’s hand in comfort. The baby comes, and DOCTOR MICK BAY slaps it’s behind and cuts the cord. Tough ass Mirtha breaks down and sobs hysterically. But something is wrong with George. The color drains from his face. He grabs his chest and falls over onto the floor. The MEDICAL STAFF attends to him.
GEORGE (V.O.) Watching my baby girl born did something to me. They talk about religious experiences, I didn’t believe in religion. But when Kristina Sunshine Jung came into this world, something in me changed. I looked at her and I knew right then that I could never love anything but my daughter ever again. It sounds sappy, but it was like, click, I knew what I was put on this planet for. It was the greatest feeling I ever had followed by the worst feeling I ever had.
NURSE He fainted.
MIRTHA George!
The doctor grabs George’s wrist.
DR. BAY He’s in tachycardia. George, your heart is racing. Have you been using drugs?
GEORGE Coke.
DR. BAY Cocaine? How much?
GEORGE I don’t know. Maybe eighteen grams.
DR. BAY In how long? A week?
GEORGE Today.
DR. BAY Oh, Jesus, Get me a 12-lead e.k.g. and start an i.v. stat! This man is having a heart attack.
INT. CAPE COD HOSPITAL – HYANNIS – LATER
George lies in the recovery room, sedated, tubes everywhere. He’s hooked up to IV’s, monitors, and machines. Dr. Bay enters.
DR. BAY I’ve reviewed your toxicology report three times, George. I’ve never seen anything like it. Eighteen grams. The lethal dose is a gram and a half. You should be in the Guiness Book.
George cracks a faint smile.
DR. BAY (CONT’D) It’s not funny, George. You should be dead right now. Absolutely. I cannot come up with one logical explanation for why you’re still breathing. I’m not here to give you lectures, I’ve got no moral interest in what you do. But, take it easy, George. Stay with us a while. You’ve got a daughter now.
INT. EASTHAM HOUSE – DAY
Kristina is crying. Daddy George to the rescue. He picks her up, cuddles her. Gives her a bottle and she quiets.
EXT. EASTHAM HOUSE – FRONT YARD – 1980 – DAY
A one-year-old Kristina is being coaxed by George to take her first steps.
GEORGE Come on. Come on, honey. You can do it. Come to Daddy.
Kristina tries, stumbles. Gets up again. She looks like a drunk, but she’s doing it.
GEORGE (CONT’D) Good girl!
Mirtha enters. She’s all pinned out, dressed in Ungaro, Cartier, and dark sunglasses.
GEORGE (CONT’D) Look, Mirtha. She’s walking.
MIRTHA She did that before.
GEORGE No. These are her first steps. Watch her.
MIRTHA Yeah. I know. She did that before.
GEORGE But this is…
MIRTHA I said, I’ve seen it before.
GEORGE Alright.
MIRTHA Can you lift the furnace. I need money.
GEORGE Where are you going?
MIRTHA Out.
MONTAGE – SERIES OF SHOTS – 1980-85
HOME MOVIE STYLE & PHOTOGRAPHS
The years go by and they are SUPERIMPOSED as they pass. George, clean and sober, enjoying family life. Healthy and happy. Mr. Mom. Mirtha looks worse and worse as her habit becomes bigger and bigger. As George and Kristina grow closer and closer, Mirtha is stepping out on the town. Blowing money right and left. Shopping with Mirtha, buying clothes, furs, and diamonds. As Kristina gets older, WE SEE her birthday parties. George and Kristina wearing paper hats and eating ice cream. She’s two years old, she’s three, four, five, six…
INT. EASTHAM HOUSE – 1985 – NIGHT
The Eastham house is all done up for a party deluxe. Fully catered, with bartenders, waiters, music, the works. And of course the three c’s, champagne, caviar and Colombians. George is laughing with Augusto and Martha Oliveros, but when Derek Foreal appears in the doorway, George excuses himself and walks over.
DEREK Happy Birthday, George. Mirtha invited me.
GEORGE Yeah. She told me.
DEREK Look, I’m sorry about everything. I feel like an idiot. You were right. I did fuck you. And then Diego fucked me. Cut me out, too.
GEORGE I heard.
DEREK I lost sight of everything. Forgot who my friends were.
GEORGE It’s in the past. I’m out of the business now, so forget about it. No hard feelings. We need to move on. And besides, I’m sorry, too.
DEREK You?
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.
