Blow Page #15

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 f***ing around. My wife and my

kid on a plane tonight. I sign when

they call me safe and sound.

DETECTIVE #1

No f***ing way.

GEORGE:

F*** 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:

F***.

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 sh*t. 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 f***ing cop behind us, Mirtha.

Be cool, will ya.

MIRTHA:

F*** you, George, just f***ing drive.

GEORGE:

Hey, why don't you just put a "I'm doing

cocaine" sign on the car. What is your

f***ing problem?

MIRTHA:

My problem? We're broke, that's my

f***ing problem. And you're a f***ing

spy.

GEORGE:

What?

MIRTHA:

That's right. Always spying, always

judging. Everyone's laughing at you,

you f***ing p*ssy. You let Diego f***

you in the ass. Maybe you are a f***ing

f*ggot. You must be f***ing Diego

because you're not f***ing 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 f***ing cocaine

dealer! There's a kilo in his trunk

right now! Take this sorry motherf***er

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:

F*** 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.

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