Blow Page #10

LARGE COLOMBIAN MAN

He will see you now.

(to Diego)

Not you.

DIEGO:

There must be some kind of mistake.

LARGE COLOMBIAN MAN

No mistake. Mr. Escobar will see Mr.

Jung alone. You are to wait here.

George hesitates.

DIEGO:

It's alright, George. You go.

LARGE COLOMBIAN MAN

This way, please.

The large Colombian man escorts George towards the area where

the maleton was just shot. George looks back at Diego as he

is led away.

ESCOBAR:

So, this is the man who takes fifty

kilos and makes them disappear in one

day?

GEORGE:

Actually, it was three.

ESCOBAR:

The man who gives us the airplanes. The

man from America. The mafia. Chicago.

Boom boom. Hollywood. You are going to

open for us the gates of Hollywood,

George?

GEORGE:

It would be my pleasure.

ESCOBAR:

Good. Very good. Welcome, my friend.

Welcome to my country.

Escobar moves over to embrace George. George returns it, and

their hands come together. George can't help it. He

reflexively looks at his hands. Escobar understands.

ESCOBAR (CONT'D)

The man in the garden. He was full of

courage.

GEORGE:

Un sapo?

ESCOBAR:

Un rata - no good. But he could have

run, fled the country. Gone to the

policia. But then his wife, his

children, his parents, his friends, many

people would die.

GEORGE:

Yes.

ESCOBAR:

But, never mind. I am thinking we can

do much together. This problem with

Diego, the stolen car, the jail, is very

silly business. To release him from the

carcel, it causes me much inconvenience.

The fifty kilos could have been a big

problem. And I don't like problems.

GEORGE:

With all respect, Padrino. Diego is my

partner. I do not do business without

him.

Escobar looks at him with a cold stare. But George doesn't

flinch. His face reveals nothing. Finally, a smile breaks

across Pablo's lips.

ESCOBAR:

I like you, George. You are loyal.

That is good. That is rare. Maybe

crazy. Yes. I can tell already. You

are like me. I look at you and I see

myself. It's in the eyes, no, George?

GEORGE:

Yes, it is.

ESCOBAR:

So, you are wanting to sell the cocaine

for me in your country, George?

GEORGE:

Yes, sir. As much as you can give me.

ESCOBAR:

As much as I can give you? Ha ha. Very

good. I like that. Come, George. Let

us drive. We have much to talk about.

Diego watches the two men walk outside. Escobar throws an

arm around George's shoulder. Pablo hops into a Jeep and

motions for George. The bodyguards come running. But Pablo

waves them away.

EXT. MOUNTAINSIDE - COLOMBIA - DAY

Escobar pulls the Jeep off the road and parks it. Before

them is a stunning panorama.

ESCOBAR:

I like to come up here. To make the

decisions. To be one with nature.

GEORGE:

It's beautiful.

ESCOBAR:

People tell me that I am crazy. That my

business will never work in your

country. What do you think, George?

Escobar looks out over the vista, allowing George the time to

respond in full.

GEORGE:

What do I think? I don't want my answer

to be influenced by what I want, so I'm

going to have to say I don't know.

ESCOBAR:

Yes. I do not know, either. What do

you want, George?

GEORGE:

I want money.

ESCOBAR:

Yes. Money. Which is what, George?

GEORGE:

Freedom.

ESCOBAR:

Power?

GEORGE:

Yeah, maybe.

ESCOBAR:

Family.

GEORGE:

Sure.

ESCOBAR:

Beautiful girls?

GEORGE:

Keep them coming.

ESCOBAR:

Keep them coming? Ah, yes. Ha ha. You

are right. But money.

GEORGE:

Money.

ESCOBAR:

And Diego?

GEORGE:

Diego is my brother.

Escobar looks at George a long time. He's inscrutable.

ESCOBAR:

Good. Take care of him, George. I'm

fond of him, but he is sometimes like a

baby. Keep an eye on him, okay?

EXT. DESERTED SUGAR FACTORY - ENTRANCE - DAY

Diego is a little pissed off for being left for so long. He

taps his foot and picks at his fingernails. Escobar and

George pull up in the Jeep. Diego leaps to his feet.

DIEGO:

Padrino.

Escobar wraps his arms around Diego in an embrace.

ESCOBAR:

Diego, mijo. I've made a decision. We

are going into business and I would like

to start right away.

MONTAGE - GEORGE AND DIEGO TAKING OVER THE WORLD

The following images are overlaid with snow falling and money

dropping through frame. CLOSE SHOTS of George and Diego on

the phone, wheeling and dealing, hands counting cash, and

lines being drawn off mirrors. The effect is surreal and

dreamy.

INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

A duffel bag is unzipped, revealing bricks and bricks of

cocaine. Each marked with a "P." A knife punctures one of

the bricks. A mound of white powder is brought up to a man's

nose. It's George who samples, and then it is sampled by the

man he is doing business with. The shot widens TO REVEAL all

the participants and dozens and dozens of duffel bags. A

handshake seals the deal.

STILL PHOTOS:

Handshake after handshake after handshake.

INT. MIAMI HOUSE - NIGHT

George and Diego counting cash. It's everywhere. All over

the floor, in two-foot stacks.

MORE STILL PHOTOS

Various transactions completed.

INT. MIAMI HOUSE - NIGHT

George and Diego count. It's ridiculous how much money there

is. The stacks are now waist high and spill into other

rooms. Inez is there, pacing the floor and rapid-fire

talking on the phone.

MORE STILL PHOTOS

George and Diego, the Banditos. Cigars. Champagne. Arms

around each other in camaraderie. In Diego's yellow Ferrari.

With Inez, sunning on a yacht. More coke and more

transactions. When the deals are with Derek Foreal, Diego is

always notably absent.

INT. MIAMI HOUSE - NIGHT

The money is so high, it almost reaches the ceiling. There

is nowhere to put it. George and Diego sit at the coffee

table, dwarfed by the stacks of bills. There is a

discrepancy in the count.

GEORGE:

Three million. I counted it twice.

DIEGO:

It's two-point-five, George. I am sure.

George starts to pick up the money.

GEORGE:

I'm calling it three.

DIEGO:

We're half a million off.

GEORGE:

F*** it. I'm not counting it again.

DIEGO:

Weight it. If it's sixty pounds, it's

three. If it's fifty, it's two-point

five.

GEORGE:

I don't give a sh*t. Close enough.

George moves down the hall looking for a place to stack the

money, but there is no more room.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

Where do I put this!?

DIEGO:

Try the back bedroom.

George opens the back bedroom door to find wall-to-wall

money. It's packed.

GEORGE:

There's no room.

DIEGO:

Try the closet.

No luck there, either. George drops the money on the floor

and moves back into the living room.

GEORGE:

We've got to do something about this.

INT. BANCO DE FEDERALE - PANAMA CITY - DAY

SUPERIMPOSE:
PANAMA CITY, PANAMA

George and Diego watch as their money is hauled into a huge

wall safe. Armed Panamanian soldiers stand guard. The

Panamanian officials and the BANK PRESIDENT oversee the

proceedings.

GEORGE:

Are you comfortable with this?

DIEGO:

George, we've got sixty-one million

dollars. It's either here or someplace

else. We've got to put it somewhere.

Unless you want to launder it.

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