Blow Page #12
He turns and looks at his boy.
FRED (CONT'D)
You're like your mother. You love
money.
GEORGE:
Dad.
FRED:
No, it's good. You have a family. It's
good if it makes you happy. It's nice
to have nice things. Are you happy,
son?
GEORGE:
Yeah, Dad. I'm happy right now.
INT. HOLIDAY MOTEL - LITTLE HAVANA - 1978 - DAY
Diego puts a straw in his nose and snorts a big gakker. His
eyes are wide, his pupils dilated, and a weapon sticks out of
the back of his pants. He knocks the dust off his nose
before moving outside. George is on the porch, smoking a
cigarette.
DIEGO:
Three years. How long have we been in
business? Three years. Does she get to
meet your connection? Was she good
enough?
GEORGE:
Shut up, Diego. They're going to be
here any minute. I'm trying to
concentrate.
DIEGO:
I'm very angry with you, George. Very
angry. You don't take me to California,
but you take your b*tch wife? A woman?
I understand you love her, but it was
you and me who started this. You and
me.
GEORGE:
What do you need my connection for,
Diego? What are you going to do with
it?
DIEGO:
What do I do with it? Nothing. It's
for peace of mind. It's for the
principle.
George doesn't have time for this. He checks the cylinders
on his weapon and runs over possible scenarios in his mind.
But Diego won't get off the soap box.
GEORGE:
Jesus f***ing Christ, Diego. I ain't
telling you. It's just business. Now,
shut up. You're driving me crazy.
DIEGO:
I'm driving you crazy? No. You're
driving me crazy. We had a dream. What
happened to our dream?
A black sedan pulls up and FIVE PUERTO RICAN MEN approach the
room. George and Diego greet them and lead them inside.
It's game time. The atmosphere is charged with danger and
everyone is acutely aware of everything. The guys sit down,
their guns bulging through the inside of their suits. The
suitcases are opened. The rules are the same. No English.
No raising voices. No sudden movements. George offers their
leader, TONY, beers for his men, and is politely declined.
The count starts. George and Diego riff through ten thousand
dollar bundles. Diego is still acting pissy. He's mumbling
to himself, making faces, slamming the money all around. The
guys keep a close eye on him. Diego finishes a stack, throws
one of the bags on the ground. The conversation is in
Spanish unless otherwise indicated.
TONY:
Algun problema?
GEORGE:
No no no... no problema, amigo. El
dinero esta todo aqui.
Lleves las "llaves" y mas tarde lo
contaremos. Okay? No problem.
TONY:
Que problema? Nosotros esperamos.
The pressure is getting to one of the hoods. His name is
BENNY. He's got a crazy eye and he seems ready to snap.
George resumes the count, but Diego won't get off it.
DIEGO:
(English)
You embarrassed me, George. You make me
look very bad.
BENNY:
Que esta diciendo?
GEORGE:
Nothing. Todo esta bien.
DIEGO:
(English)
Everything is not alright. I bring you
in, and you slap my f***ing face!
GEORGE:
This is not the time, Diego.
The men all reach for their pieces and all hell starts to
break loose.
TONY:
Hay algun problema? Hablame!
DIEGO:
(English)
You f***ed me in front of my whole
family!
GEORGE:
F*** you...I didn't f*** you.
BENNY:
Maldita sea, que diablos esta diciendo?
GEORGE:
Esta todo aqui, amigo...take the keys.
Take 'em and go.
TONY:
Que esta pasando aqui, jefe?
DIEGO:
Sientese ye no se meta en lo que no le
importa.
The guns are out and pointed. It's out of control now.
GEORGE:
Take it easy! Everything's okay!
DIEGO:
Que es lo que quieren de me, hijueputas
campesinos?
George steps forward with the keys.
GEORGE:
Take the f***ing keys!
BLAM! Courtesy of Benny, George is hit. The shoulder, the
collarbone. It's hard to tell.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
Estoy bien, okay? Everything is
alright. There's no problem. Okay?
This never happened. No one has to know
anything about this. Diego, I want you
to calmly tell them where the f***ing
coke is. Do it now.
DIEGO:
Es un Ford blanco junto a una pick-up.
Tony very carefully takes the car keys.
GEORGE:
No problem, gentlemen. Goodbye.
The men slowly back out the door. George looks at Diego.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
Derek Foreal.
DIEGO:
What?
GEORGE:
Derek Foreal. Derek Foreal. Derek
f***ing Foreal. Alright? The answer to
all your dreams. Are you happy now?
EXT. LOS ANGELES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY
George and Diego exit the terminal. George's arm is in a
sling. The familiar sight of Derek Foreal is Lincoln
Continental.
The three men come together, and Diego and Derek are
introduced. The men's hands come together and the FRAME
FREEZES on their handshake.
EXT. EASTHAM HOUSE - UPSTAIRS - DAY
Fred pulls into the driveway in his new car and honks the
horn. Fred and Ermine get out of the car.
FRED:
Hello, hello.
INT. OLIVEROS MANSION - MIAMI - NIGHT
It's a New Year's Eve party. A lavish Colombian celebration.
George and a very pregnant Mirtha move through the crowd to
find Augusto.
AUGUSTO:
I'm so glad you two could make it.
Mirtha, look at you. So beautiful. You
look like you're about to burst.
MIRTHA:
Thanks. I am. Where's Martha?
AUGUSTO:
I don't know. Drunk somewhere. Try the
bar. And if you find her, tell her to
come, it's almost midnight.
As Mirtha leaves, Augusto throws his arm around George's
shoulder.
AUGUSTO (CONT'D)
It's good you came down, George. We
need to discuss a few things.
DIEGO:
Where's Diego?
AUGUSTO:
He's not here, George.
GEORGE:
Yeah, well where is he? And who is this
Norman K. guy? That's all anyone is
talking about. Norman K. Norman K. Do
I know him?
Augusto lets out a big laugh.
AUGUSTO:
Norman Cay is not a person. He is an
island, George. In the Bahamas. From
what they say, it is free and it's
Diego's new home.
GEORGE:
What?
Augusto throws an arm around George's shoulder.
AUGUSTO:
Let us walk. From what I understand,
Diego has bought a hundred and sixty
acres, a marina, a hotel, and an
airstrip.
GEORGE:
Motherf***er works fast.
AUGUSTO:
The word is that soon he is to be king
of the middle empire. He is doing
multiple runs right now and using the
island as a jump-off point.
GEORGE:
He what?
AUGUSTO:
Yes. Jack Stevens is already a very
busy man. Along with many others. You
shouldn't stay away so long.
GEORGE:
That's impossible. We can't be up and
running. Who's distributing?
Augusto says nothing. But the ball is dropping in Times
Square. 10, 9, 8, 7...
GEORGE (CONT'D)
Oh, no.
Happy New Year. Streamers, confetti, and champagne. George
marches through the kissing guests and over to a phone. He's
steaming. The music is up, so he has to scream.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
Hello, Derek? This is George. Am I
wearing lipstick?
I said, am I wearing lipstick? Because
when I'm getting f***ed, I want to make
sure my face is pretty. You're buying
directly from Diego, aren't you, you son
of a b*tch?
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