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EXT. SANTIAGO FARM - MEXICO - 1968 - DAY

The plane tries to land. It's a clumsy one. The Cessna is

tipping and touching, first one wheel, then another, almost

sideways before straightening out and stopping. George and

Kevin hop out of the plane. They are greeted by Santiago and

the Mexican contingency.

AMIGOS:

Hola, George! Bienvenido!

George hands out presents to everyone. He's like Santa

Claus, giving gifts to every man, woman and child. They love

him. Santiago pumps George's hand.

SANTIAGO:

Good to see you, Jorge. You are a man

of your word.

GEORGE:

Actually, I've got some news. That

fifty thousand I promised you, I

couldn't get it.

George throws Santiago a duffel bag.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

So I brought you sixty.

EXT. DRY LAKE BEDS - TWENTY-NINE PALMS, CA. - 1968 - DUSK

Rada sits in the Winnebago and keeps flashing the headlights.

Barbara, Tuna, and Maria stand on top of the Winnebago waving

big, white towels. The plane descends from the sky and

touches down, making another extremely shaky landing.

INT. FOREAL'S HOUSE - MANHATTAN BEACH - 1968 - NIGHT

It's on the water and beautiful. The furnishings are

distinctly Derek Foreal. It's a surreal scene.

The holiday decorations are up, TOPLESS WOMEN in elf outfits

sip champagne, and a thousand pounds of cannabis lays on the

living room floor.

GEORGE:

Are you sure you want to do this in

front of everyone?

DEREK:

Don't be ridiculous, these are my

babies.

George empties the pot all over the floor.

DEREK (CONT'D)

George, you're a genius. We're rich.

Come, children.

The girls dive on top of Derek, caressing and kissing him.

DEREK (CONT'D)

George, get my camera.

Derek poses with a load of marijuana like it's a new fur.

DEREK (CONT'D)

Take a picture of me, George. Take a

picture of me with my new friends.

It'll be a fabulous Christmas card.

INT. VILLA - PUERTO VALLARATA - 1970 - DAY

A Mexican Real Estate Agent shows Barbara and George a

sprawling Villa in Puerto Vallarta. It's amazing. White

marble on the water. George looks at Barbara.

GEORGE:

Should we buy it?

BARBARA:

Are you kidding?

GEORGE:

We'll take it.

EXT. VILLA - PUERTO VALLARATA - 1970 - MAGIC HOUR

The team is there. All of them. George, Barbara, Kevin,

Rada, Tuna, Maria and Derek with a couple of new senorita

friends. They all wear identical Mexican sombreros. A

MEXICAN BOY approaches them with a camera.

MEXICAN BOY:

Picture?

They pose, their arms thrown around each other in

camaraderie, and FLASH. The picture freezes and WE DISSOLVE.

INT. THE BUGGY WHIP - WEYMOUTH - 1972 - NIGHT

George is taking Barbara and his parents out to dinner. The

Buggy Whip is Ermine's favorite.

ERMINE:

I just can't get over the size of that

ring. I just love it. Fred, look at

it. Tell me you don't love that ring.

FRED:

I'm just happy that George has found

someone he cares for.

ERMINE:

Yes. Of course. But, I'm talking about

that ring. It's something else. Let me

tell you.

BARBARA:

George has exquisite taste.

ERMINE:

What is that, two carats? That's got to

be two carats.

BARBARA:

I don't know.

ERMINE:

Yes. It's at least two carats, darling.

Treasure it.

FRED:

Hard to imagine being able to afford a

ring like that on a construction salary.

All eyes turn to George, who fumbles.

GEORGE:

Well, you know. It's um...

ERMINE:

Oh, shut up, Fred. Shut your big fat

mouth. You don't buy it all at once.

It's called layaway.

FRED:

Layaway shmayaway.

ERMINE:

That's right. Layaway. Something you

wouldn't know anything about, you

cheapskate.

FRED:

Who's the cheapskate?

ERMINE:

You, you big old tightwad. He still has

his communion money. Tell him, George.

Tell your father about layaway.

GEORGE:

Yeah, layaway.

ERMINE:

The boy is happy, Fred. Don't be such a

killjoy.

FRED:

Killjoy?

George looks to Barbara, whose nose is bleeding.

GEORGE:

Honey, your nose!

BARBARA:

Oh my G-d, I'm so sorry.

ERMINE:

Barbara, here, take my napkin.

BARBARA:

Thanks. I'll be okay.

GEORGE:

You wanna split?

BARBARA:

Yeah, I don't feel so well.

GEORGE:

Okay, guys, we're gonna leave. Let's

get the check.

EXT. THE BUGGY WHIP - WEYMOUTH - 1972 - LATER

George and Barbara exit the restaurant.

GEORGE:

Are you sure you're okay? You're pale.

BARBARA:

I feel like sh*t. Me and my frigging

nosebleeds.

GEORGE:

I'm taking you to the doctor when we get

home, and I don't want to hear any

arguments.

BARBARA:

Would you be bummed out if I didn't go

to Chicago with you?

GEORGE:

No, not at all. Sure. You're right.

You fly home and get some rest.

BARBARA:

Nice first impression. A nose bleed in

front of your parents.

GEORGE:

Oh my G-d, how embarrassing were they?

I wanted to shoot myself.

BARBARA:

Oh, they weren't that bad. I mean, they

were kind of cute.

GEORGE:

Promise me that we'll never be like

them. I don't want to wind up like

that.

BARBARA:

Relax, baby. We're going to wind up

like us.

INT. POLICE STATION - CHICAGO - 1972 - DAY

SUPERIMPOSE:

MUG SHOTS of George. Left, right, center. George sits

handcuffed to a chair. Piles of marijuana bricks roll past

him.

GEORGE (V.O.)

I had a little problem in Chicago.

Something about trying to sell a

truckload of dope to an undercover

officer. So I applied the three rules

of the game under if and when arrested.

INT. COOK COUNTY COURTHOUSE - CHICAGO - 1972 - DAY

George and his COURT APPOINTED ATTORNEY stand before the

JUDGE at the arraignment.

GEORGE (V.O.)

Rule one:
don't fight. A trial will

cost you a fortune in lawyer's fees and

the jury will chop off your balls and

hand them to you on a platter.

JUDGE:

George Jung, you have been accused of

possession of six-hundred and sixty

pounds of marijuana with intent to

distribute. How do you plead?

GEORGE (V.O.)

Rule two:
plead not guilty and get

bailed out of jail.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

Your honor, I'd like to say a few words

to the court.

The court appointed attorney puts his head in his hands.

JUDGE:

By all means.

GEORGE:

In all honesty, I don't feel like what

I've done is a crime and I think it's

illogical and irresponsible for you to

sentence me to prison. None of the real

criminals of the world ever end up

behind bars. I mean, when you think

about it, what did I really do? Cross

an imaginary line with a bunch of

plants? You say that I'm an outlaw, you

say that I'm a thief, but where's the

Christmas dinner for the people on

relief?

George stops when his attorney stamps on his foot. The court

officers roll their eyes and the judge smiles.

JUDGE:

Those are very interesting concepts you

have, Mr. Jung.

Unfortunately for you, the imaginary

line you crossed is real, the plants you

brought with you are illegal, and what

you did constitutes a crime.

The judge slams his gavel.

JUDGE (CONT'D)

Bail is set at twenty-thousand dollars.

EXT. COOK COUNTY COURTHOUSE - CHICAGO - 1972 - NIGHT

George walks out, free on bond, to find Barbara waiting for

him. She doesn't look so good.

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