Blow Page #4

DEREK:

And I only deal with you?

GEORGE:

Barbara and me. No one else.

Derek thinks about it.

BARBARA:

It's gonna work, Derek.

DEREK:

I don't know. East coast. Airplanes.

It all sounds pretty risky.

GEORGE:

She's a flight attendant. They don't

check her bags.

EXT. LOS ANGELES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - 1968 - DAY

George drops Barbara off in her uniform curbside. They kiss

and she walks away with two big, red Samsonites. She checks

them with a SKYCAP and tips him.

EXT. SKY - 1968 - DAY

A huge jet goes right to left through frame.

INT. LOGAN AIRPORT - GATE - BOSTON - 1968 - DAY

Barbara is greeted by KEVIN DULLI with a hug. A baggage

claim check is slipped into Kevin's hand.

BARBARA:

Any message?

KEVIN:

Keep it coming.

INT. LOGAN AIRPORT - BAGGAGE CLAIM - BOSTON - 1968

We see Barbara's two red Samsonites being taken off the belt

by Kevin.

INT. LOGAN AIRPORT - GATE - BOSTON - 1968

Same scene repeated, except different clothes on all. Maybe

Kevin is dressed a little better.

KEVIN:

More.

INT. LOGAN AIRPORT - GATE - BOSTON - 1968

The same scene repeated, same things changed again; now Kevin

is definitely dressed a little better.

KEVIN:

I need more.

BARBARA:

What do you want me to do? I can only

take two bags, and I can't fly back here

everyday.

KEVIN:

I know, but I've got a feeding frenzy on

my hands. Tell George this is small

potatoes. We're missing out on some

serious cash. You tell George. He'll

think of something.

EXT. WINNEBAGO - 1968 - DAY

MUSIC CUE:

Tuna drives the big Winny. Maria rides shotgun. Barrelling

cross-country, it's a party on wheels.

EXT. WHITE OAK LODGE - AMHERST - 1968 - NIGHT

Kevin and his girl, RADA, are the welcoming committee as the

RV pulls into the parking lot. They wave, slap the sides of

the Winnebago, and greet the prodigal sons with hugs and

handshakes.

INT. WHITE OAK LODGE - AMHERST - 1968 - LATER

George's room is rustic and plush. A log fire burns and

empty champagne bottles adorn the surroundings. The girls

have taken to each other. The music is loud, and they dance

while the boys do business. Kevin counts out the money.

It's stacked in piles all over the table.

KEVIN:

Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, nine.

Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, a

thousand. It's all there. Wow. A

hundred and twenty-eight thousand

dollars.

TUNA:

Jesus Christ, I'm getting a boner just

looking at it.

But George isn't paying attention. His wheels are turning.

KEVIN:

What's the matter, George? Something

wrong? You look like you just f***ed

your mother.

TUNA:

Cheer up, man. Half this money is ours.

We're f***ing rich.

GEORGE:

It's not enough.

KEVIN:

What?

TUNA:

What the f*** are you talking about,

man?

GEORGE:

The set-up is wrong. We're doing all

the legwork, and at the end of the day,

we're still paying retail. We're

getting middled.

KEVIN:

So?

GEORGE:

So, we need to get to the source.

TUNA:

Source? What about Derek?

GEORGE:

He's getting middled, too. And Derek's

our partner. What's good for us is good

for him.

KEVIN:

Okay. So we need a source. Where do we

start?

GEORGE:

Who speaks Spanish?

EXT. PUERTO VALLARTA - MEXICO - 1968 - DAY

MUSIC CUE.

SUPERIMPOSE:
PUERTO VALLARTA, MEXICO

We PAN OFF the beautiful waters of Puerto Vallarta. This is

a local beach on a Saturday afternoon. The girls on the

beach are drinking coco-locos and swimming.

SERIES OF SHOTS - THE GANG LOOKING FOR A CONNECTION

George with a bartender.

Tuna and Dulli with cabbies.

George and Derek talking with a local man, RAMON, at a corner

bar.

Barbara, Maria and Rada talk with local girls.

EXT. OCEANA BAR - PUERTO VALLARTA - 1968 - DAY

TUNA:

This is bullshit, George. We're never

going to find anything down there.

KEVIN:

You know, he's got a point. We're

f***ing Americans. We stick out like

sore thumbs.

DEREK:

I don't think so.

GEORGE:

You guys are such babies. You want to

go home, go. Me, I'm not going to stop

until I find the f***ing motherlode.

RADA:

Georgie, we're gonna get busted if we

keep this up.

GEORGE:

We're not gonna get busted.

KEVIN:

George, we'll wind up in a Mexican

prison getting f***ed up the ass by one

of Maria's relatives.

MARIA:

Hey, f*** you, Dulli. I'm not Mexican.

I'm Italian.

BARBARA:

You're Italian?

KEVIN:

Yeah, right. Gonzales. What is that,

Sicilian?

TUNA:

As far as I'm concerned, we're on

f***ing vacation.

He grabs Maria, runs and does a huge belly-flop into the

water. They all laugh.

SERIES OF SHOTS.

George and Barbara with local musicians on the beach.

George and Derek at a cab stand.

George talks with a bellboy in the lobby of a local hotel.

INT. COCOS FRIOS BAR - PUERTO VALLARTA - 1968 - DAY

George, Barbara, Tuna, Derek, Maria, Kevin, and Rada are at

the bar. Ramon comes up to George, they briefly discuss and

George follows him out of the bar.

EXT. STREETS - PUERTO VALLARTA - 1968 - DAY

George and Ramon climb into a beat up V.W. bug and take off.

EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - PUERTO VALLARTA - 1968 - DAY

Fields and Farms. The V.W. bug pulls up to an old ranch.

They get out of the bug and are greeted by SANTIAGO and his

THREE SONS.

SANTIAGO:

Ramon tells me you are looking for some

mota.

GEORGE:

Yes, I am.

Santiago moves to a tarp and pulls it back to reveal many

bales of green, seedless sinsemilla.

SANTIAGO:

For instance, something like this?

GEORGE:

Very nice. I'll take it.

SANTIAGO:

Ha ha ha. You are funny. Really, how

much will you be needing?

GEORGE:

All of it. As much as you've got. A

couples thousand pounds. I'll be back

in a week with a plane.

SANTIAGO:

Listen, Americano, it is very nice to

meet you, but maybe we are going too

fast. You take a little and then come

back.

GEORGE:

I don't need a little. I need a lot.

SANTIAGO:

Marijuana is illegal in my country, and

I believe in yours, as well. We must be

careful.

GEORGE:

What if I brought you, let's say, fifty

thousand dollars? Would that eliminate

some of your concerns?

SANTIAGO:

Amigo, you bring me fifty-thousand

dollars, and I have no more concerns.

EXT. SANTA MONICA AIRPORT - 1968 - DAY

A pair of boltcutters snaps the chain off a single-engine

Cessna.

TUNA:

I can't believe we're stealing a plane.

KEVIN:

Don't be such a p*ssy.

GEORGE:

It's fine. We're not stealing it.

We're borrowing it. And try to look

natural. We've got company.

A MECHANIC working on the adjacent plane is giving them the

hairy eyeball.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

Be cool.

The three boys nod their heads in acknowledgement and give a

small wave. The mechanic smiles and waves back.

INT. CESSNA - 1968 - DAY

The engine is on and the propeller is spinning. Kevin is at

the controls. Tuna is not making the trip. He pokes his

head in before shutting the cockpit.

TUNA:

You guys are f***ing insane.

George reads from a flight manual.

GEORGE:

Alright, pull back the throttle...

The engine screams.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

Not that far, only halfway. You sure

you know what you're doing?

KEVIN:

Relax. I've flown with my old man a

million times. And he always told me,

the taking off part is easy, it's the

landing you've got to worry about.

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