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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 sh*t. Pure as the driven snow.

Good riddance.

He looks the boys over.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

You saved my life, Dulli. You'll never

f***ing 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 sh*t. 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:

F*** you guys. All of you. I've known

him for thirty f***ing years. F***ing

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 f***ing 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.

EXT. MIRTHA'S HOUSE - MIAMI - 1989 - DAY

Nine-year old Kristina Sunshine Jung sits on the front porch

as the sun goes down. Her bags are packed and ready to go.

GEORGE (V.O.)

I had broken a promise. Everything I

loved in my life goes away.

INT. OTISVILLE F.C.I. - 1989 - DAY

George is led into a small room and greeted by his lawyer,

ARCHIE ZIGMOND.

ZIGMOND:

Here's the deal, George. You're not

getting out. I tried to get you

furloughed, but your mother squashed it.

Said it would only upset him. I'm

sorry.

George takes it in. Blinks. The years have not been kind.

GEORGE:

How's he doing?

ZIGMOND:

Well, he's out of the hospital, but

there's not much anyone can do for him.

It's just a matter of time. Listen, I

brought a tape recorder in case you

wanted to say something to him. That

way he could hear your voice.

GEORGE:

Right.

Zigmond sets the tape recorder down and leaves the room.

George stares long at the machine. He pushes the record

button and looks at the red light.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

Hello, Dad...

EXT. JUNG HOUSE - DAY

A sixty-nine year old Fred shuffles from his house to the

blue LTD. He gets in, turns the key, and puts his son's tape

into the deck.

GEORGE (V.O.)

You know, I remember a lifetime ago, I

was about three-and-a-half feet tall,

weighing all of sixty-pounds, every inch

your son...

EXT. JUNG HOUSE - 1953 - DAY

Six-year old George runs through the leaves to the truck and

rides to work with his father.

GEORGE (V.O.)

...those Saturday mornings going to work

with my Dad. We'd climb into that big

yellow truck. I used to think it was

the biggest truck in the world.

INT. FRED'S LTD. - 1989 - CONTINUOUS

CLOSE ON FRED:

visibly moved.

GEORGE (V.O.)

I remember how important the job we did

was.

How if it weren't for us, people would

freeze to death. I thought you were the

strongest man in the world.

FLASHBACK - VISUALS MATCH DIALOGUE

Ermine as Loretta Young.

Fred Jung and his son tossing a baseball.

Tuna and George driving off in the black Oldsmobile

convertible.

The FBI arresting George in his old bedroom.

GEORGE (V.O.) (CONT'D)

Remember those home movies when Mom

would dress up like Loretta Young? And

the ice creams and the football games?

Waino, the Tuna, and the day I left for

California only to come home with the

FBI chasing me?

INT. JUNG HOUSE - GEORGE'S BEDROOM - 1973 - NIGHT

James J. Trout pulls a handcuffed George's boots over his

socks as Fred and Ermine watch.

GEORGE (V.O.)

And that FBI agent, Trout? When he had

to get on his knees to put my boots on?

You said...

FRED:

That's where you belong...

INT. FRED'S LTD. - 1989 - CONTINUOUS

A choked up Fred repeats the words.

FRED:

...you sonofabitch. Putting on George's

boots.

GEORGE (V.O.)

That was a good one, Dad. That was

really something. Remember that?

INT. OTISVILLE F.C.I. - NEW YORK - 1989 - DAY

George's eyes well up and he sparks a cigarette, as he keeps

trying to tell his father goodbye.

GEORGE (V.O.)

And that time you told me that money

wasn't real? Well, old man, I'm forty

two years old. I finally learned what

you tried to tell me so many years ago.

INT. FRED'S LTD. - 1989 - CONTINUOUS

Tears come crashing out of the old man's stoic face.

GEORGE (V.O.)

I finally understand. You're the best,

Dad. I just wish I could have done more

for you. I wish we had more time.

EXT. OTISVILLE F.C.I. - NEW YORK - 1999 - DAY

A vision of Fred Jung sits on the ground before his fifty-two

year old son.

GEORGE:

I guess I kind of lost sight of things.

"May the wind always be at your back and

the sun always upon your face, and the

winds of destiny carry you aloft to

dance with the stars." Love, George.

FRED:

That was a beautiful message.

GEORGE:

I meant every word of it.

FRED:

Did you know I died two weeks after you

sent me that tape?

The apparition of Fred disappears and George is left alone

once again.

GEORGE:

Yeah, Dad. I knew that.

INT. OTISVILLE F.C.I. - NEW YORK - 1990 - DAY

George is led into the room where THREE FBI MEN await him.

One of them is named FRED GARCIA.

GARCIA:

How are you doing, George?

GEORGE:

What do you guys want?

GARCIA:

You hear about your old friend, Diego?

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