Blow Page #18

GEORGE:

What about him?

Garcia tosses a newspaper onto the table. The Miami Herald.

Inside is a full page letter addressed from Diego Delgado to

Vice President George Bush. In the letter, Diego offers to

make a deal. In exchange for immunity, Diego will rat out

the entire cocaine business. Americans, Colombians, Noriega,

Escobar, everybody. Just let him free.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

What the f***? Is he going to walk?

GARCIA:

He's going down, George. It's election

year. We're not making any deals.

FBI GUY #1

He's never getting out. Orders from the

top.

GARCIA:

So, how would you like to help us put

him away?

FBI GUY #2

We've done our homework. We know you

hate this motherf***er.

GEORGE:

I don't think so.

GARCIA:

Don't be stupid, George. We've got him.

We've got him dead to rights. But like

I said, this is top priority so we're

handing out free passes on this one.

And the first one's got your name on it.

Cut your sentence in half, maybe more.

GEORGE:

No thanks, fellas. You've got the wrong

f***ing guy. I'm not a rat.

INT. OTISVILLE F.C.I. - VISITOR'S ROOM - 1990 - DAY

George sits in the chair behind the plexiglass. Mirtha

enters and takes a seat on the other side.

GEORGE:

Mirtha, what's going on? Everything

okay with Kristina?

MIRTHA:

Kristina's fine.

GEORGE:

Is she here? Is she coming?

MIRTHA:

Is she here? George, Kristina hates

you. You f***ed her over one too many

times. And I'm not here to socialize.

Did you hear about Diego?

GEORGE:

Yeah.

MIRTHA:

Well, I got a call from Pablo. He said

this thing with Diego is a disaster.

He's giving up lab locations, names,

bank accounts, he was very pissed off.

Pablo said to take him down. His exact

words were "F*** Diego."

GEORGE:

He wants me to testify? Is that what

he's asking me to do?

MIRTHA:

George, he wasn't asking.

Mirtha gets up and starts to move away.

GEORGE:

Mirtha, how are you doing?

MIRTHA:

Better than you.

INT. COURTHOUSE HALLWAY - JACKSONVILLE - 1990 - DAY

George, Archie Zigmond and two armed guards walk down the

corridor.

GEORGE:

Hey, Arch, you think the judge will let

us get a cocktail after this is all

over?

ZIGMOND:

I'll see what I can do, George.

GEORGE:

Thanks, Arch.

They walk into the crowded courtroom.

INT. COURTHOUSE HALLWAY - JACKSONVILLE - 1990 - DAY

Packed. Nuts. Standing room only. The courtroom buzzes as

George is led down the center aisle and is handed off to the

bailiff. Over this we hear...

CLERK:

Sir, please state your name.

GEORGE:

I'm George Jung. Spelled J-U-N-G.

CLERK:

Thank you.

PROSECUTOR:

Mr. Jung, do you know Diego Delgado?

GEORGE:

Yes, I do.

PROSECUTOR:

Do you see him here in the courtroom?

GEORGE:

Yes, he's sitting right there at the end

of the table.

PROSECUTOR:

Let the record state the witness has

identified, Diego Delgado.

The following sound bytes are dissolved together in montage

style...

PROSECUTOR (CONT'D)

Mr. Jung, can you describe the

circumstances of how you began talking

about cocaine with Mr. Delgado?

GEORGE:

Shortly after I arrived at Danbury

Federal Correctional Institute I related

to Diego that the crime I was in for was

smuggling marijuana.

Diego told me he had high level

connections in Colombia and they needed

to find someone to help them transport

cocaine into America...

GEORGE (CONT'D)

The first run was fifteen kilos, which

we smuggled into Logan Airport in hard

shelled suitcases.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

We wrapped the cocaine in kitchen

cabinet paper, and duct tape, that way

if there were any dogs in customs...

GEORGE (CONT'D)

I introduced Diego to a pilot named Jack

Stevens, who helped us fly 300 kilos of

cocaine per week into the United States

via twin-engine Cessnas. Jack would fly

into North Carolina, we'd meet him there

and drive it down to different

distribution points...

GEORGE (CONT'D)

I never met Pablo Escobar. Diego

Delgado was my only connection to

cocaine from Colombia...

GEORGE (CONT'D)

Diego convinced me to keep most of my

money in a Panamanian bank. Diego had a

close relationship with Manuel Noriega.

In exchange for allowing us to keep our

money there, we paid him a percentage.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

There was an 85% chance that if you

snorted cocaine between 1977-1984, it

was ours. Initially with my LA

connections, we invented the

marketplace. In 1977, there was no

other real competition.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

The first year we made about 100 million

dollars between us. It was an expensive

operation. Eventually we built up to

three different pilots doing multiple

runs per week, connections on both

coasts, everything was running smooth.

We were like a corporation...

GEORGE (CONT'D)

he was very anti-government. He talked

about revolution, forming his own

country or island, he was looking for

power as well as money. I was just

looking for money.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

He disliked the United States, thought

it was a police state. He hoped that by

flooding the country with cocaine, it

would disrupt the political system and

tear down the morality of the country.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

Well, yes, Derek Foreal was my

connection, I met him back in 1968 when

I first moved to Manhattan Beach. It

was Foreal's marijuana connections that

kicked off our cocaine market.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

Yes, it was my idea to bring the kilos

to Los Angeles. When Diego finally got

Derek Foreal's name from me, it was only

a matter of months before he'd cut me

out.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

I'm not sure how my relationship with my

daughter and ex-wife have anything to do

with this trial. I mean we're here to

talk about Diego Delgado, aren't we?

CALIBANOS:

Yes, we are Mr. Jung.

We come out of the montage, the defense attorney Diego

Delgado, Joe Calibanos, a sleazy-Greek-like-ex-basketball

weight lifter guy is now doing the questioning.

CALIBANOS (CONT'D)

Mr. Jung, you're a convicted felon,

correct?

GEORGE:

Yes, I am.

CALIBANOS:

Do you have any agreement or

understanding whatsoever with the United

States government in regards to your

testimony?

GEORGE:

No, I cam here out of my own volition.

CALIBANOS:

Excuse me?

GEORGE:

Something about vengance being best

served cold.

CALIBANOS:

Really. Are you getting paid, Mr. Jung?

GEORGE:

Excuse me?

CALIBANOS:

Mr. Jung, don't you have an agreement or

understanding with the United States

Government in connection with your

testimony in this case?

GEORGE:

I'm doing sixty years at Otisville, no

chance of parole. Even if they cut my

sentence in half I'll be seventy-three

years old. That's some f***ing deal. I

don't know if the parole board, the

judge, the pope or Jesus Christ himself

can get me out of here. I have a really

bad record, I'm not sure what's going to

happen.

CALIBANOS:

So you do have an agreement with the

United States Government, Mr. Jung,

correct?

George can't respond. Looks to Diego. Looks from the jury,

the judge, George is on the spotlight and it's uncomfortable.

He feels suddenly sleazy.

CALIBANOS (CONT'D)

I thought so. No more questions.

Silence. The judge tells George he can step down. Calibanos

laughs quietly with associates. George is bummed. He walks

by Diego. They look at each other.

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