Blow Page #14

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 f*** you. And then Diego f***ed 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 f***ing party, motherfuckers!

Let's have some f***ing 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 f***ing relax. Let your hair down

for once. It's your f***ing birthday,

for Chrissakes. You're such a f***ing

p*ssy. 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.

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