Blow Page #6

BARBARA:

Surprise.

GEORGE:

Baby, you didn't have to come.

BARBARA:

What, and miss all the fun? C'mon, not

a chance. So, what's the verdict?

GEORGE:

Lawyer says he can plead it down to five

years. I'll serve two.

BARBARA:

Two years. George, I can't wait that

long.

GEORGE:

What? You're not going to wait for me?

BARBARA:

George, I went to the doctor. I don't

have two years.

GEORGE (V.O.)

Which brings me to rule number three:

which says, f*** rules one and two, skip

bail and take off.

EXT. RENT-A-CAR - 1972 - DAY

George hits the gas and the car screams down the road.

EXT. VILLA - PUERTO VALLARTA - 1973 - GOLDEN HOUR

George and Barbara sit on the veranda drinking champagne and

watching the sun go down over the Pacific. Barbara is

completely bald. Rail thin, eyes sunken.

But it doesn't matter. They're having a great time. They

laugh and hold hands and laugh some more.

EXT. CEMETERY - PUERTO VALLARTA - 1973 - DAY

Everyone is there. All in black. Barbara's casket is

lowered into the ground and George climbs to his knees to

push the first dirt on the grave.

GEORGE (V.O.)

Time is such a funny thing. I look at

where I am now, and in here, time inches

along. So slow, it hardly seems like it

moves. But back then, time went fast.

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

George pushes dirt along the edge of a flower root. Still

planting those sunflowers, he presses down firmly, standing

before him is Barbara, still beautiful and young with flowing

locks. George raises his hand and makes a small wave.

Barbara opens and closes her hand. Bye bye.

GEORGE:

It went too fast.

George looks down and Barbara is gone. No Barbara.

EXT. JUNG HOUSE - BACKYARD - WEYMOUTH - 1973 - NIGHT

George hops the fence like he did when he was a boy and goes

in the back door.

INT. JUNG HOUSE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Ermine looks at George blankly.

GEORGE:

Hi, Mom.

Ermine just keeps looking at him.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

Surprised to see me?

ERMINE:

Take your boots off. You're tan.

GEORGE:

Mexico.

ERMINE:

Yeah. We heard all about it. I want

you to know I'm deeply sorry about your

girlfriend.

GEORGE:

Barbara.

ERMINE:

Yes, Barbara. She was very pretty.

GEORGE:

Thank you. Have you been getting the

money I sent you?

ERMINE:

You mean the drug money? Yes, I got it.

Ermine's hands are trembling. She is emotional. She hugs

George ferociously, not letting go.

ERMINE (CONT'D)

G-d, son.

GEORGE:

Okay, Mom. It's okay. Where's Dad?

George turns around to see Fred's beaming face.

INT. JUNG HOUSE - KITCHEN - LATER

George and Fred sit at the table, a bottle of Scotch sits

between them. The glasses are raised.

GEORGE:

May the wind always be at your back and

the sun always upon your face...

FRED:

...and the winds of destiny carry you

aloft...

BOTH:

...to dance with the stars.

The glasses clink and the drinks are sucked down.

INT. JUNG HOUSE - LATER

The bottle is dwindling. George and Fred are feeling it.

FRED:

You alright?

George nods.

GEORGE:

Just low.

FRED:

You loved her, didn't you? You really

loved her.

GEORGE:

Yeah, Dad. I really did. What am I

gonna do?

FRED:

Tough spot.

The glasses are refilled.

GEORGE:

You mad at me?

FRED:

Not mad.

GEORGE:

Yeah, you are. I can tell by the way

you look at me.

FRED:

I just don't know what you're thinking.

I don't understand your choices. You

know, the police are looking for you.

GEORGE:

I know. I'm great at what I do, Dad. I

mean, I'm really great.

FRED:

Let me tell you something, son. You

would have been great at anything.

Something outside catches George's eye. A light. A

reflection. A movement. George is up and on the move.

FRED (CONT'D)

Where are you going?

EXT. JUNG HOUSE - NIGHT

The front door opens and FEDERAL AGENTS pour into the house.

INT. JUNG HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

George is up the stairs in a flash.

ERMINE:

George!

INT. GEORGE'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

George slams the door behind him, moves over to the window,

and opens it. Cops everywhere. He's trapped. Out of

options, he folds. He moves to the corner and sits down,

turns on the train set. A KNOCK on the door is heard. FBI

Agent, JAMES T. TROUT.

TROUT:

George Jung, you are under arrest.

FRED:

Open the door, son.

EXT. JUNG HOUSE - LATER

They lead George outside in handcuffs. Ermine and Fred

watch.

ERMINE:

I had no choice.

George stops and looks at his mother, for the first time

realizing her betrayal.

ERMINE (CONT'D)

Don't look at me like that. What was I

supposed to do? You're in our house.

What, was I supposed to be an

accomplice?

As George is led to the police car, Ermine follows.

ERMINE (CONT'D)

You don't think people know you're a

drug dealer? Everyone knows. It's no

secret. How do you think that reflects

on me? Every time I go out, I'm

humiliated. I see the stares. I hear

the whispers. How do you think that

makes me feel? Did you ever once stop

and think of me?

George's head is pushed down as he is put in the squad car.

He looks up at his mother.

ERMINE (CONT'D)

So you go to jail. It's for your own

good. You need to straighten your life

out.

INT. DANBURY F.C.I. - 1974 - DAY

SUPERIMPOSE:

George is being led through a series of gated corridors.

GUARD:

Prisoner in.

As he walks, he takes in the faces of the other inmates. He

arrives at his cell and notices he has a ROOMMATE.

GUARD (CONT'D)

Prisoner in.

The cell door opens and George steps inside. There are books

and papers spread out over both bunk beds. George watches as

his cellmate quickly clears everything off the top bunk.

Apparently, the papers are private. George puts his things

down and the little man proffers his hand. He is dark,

polite and Colombian.

DIEGO DELGADO:

My name is Diego Delgado. How do you

do?

INT. DANBURY F.C.I. - MESS HALL - 1974 - DAY

George pushes his tray through the cafeteria line. Diego is

behind him.

DIEGO:

If you don't mind me asking, what is the

reason you are in this place?

GEORGE:

What?

DIEGO:

Your offense? Why are you here?

GEORGE:

I don't want to talk about it.

DIEGO:

Intriguing. I see. Would you like to

know my crime?

GEORGE:

Not really, no.

DIEGO:

No?

GEORGE:

I don't like a lot of conversation,

Diego.

DIEGO:

Me, too. Too much blah, blah, blah,

blah is no good. But we are roommates,

okay? And we must talk to each other.

I am arrested for stealing cars. For

the grand theft auto. Okay? So, now it

is your turn. Now you will tell me,

okay? You will tell me why you are

here?

George says nothing. He keeps eating his food.

DIEGO (CONT'D)

Oh, come on, George. If we are to be

friends, we must trust each other.

GEORGE:

Murder.

DIEGO:

Ah, yes. The murder.

INT. DANBURY F.C.I. - GEORGE'S CELL - NIGHT

George lays on his bunk, smoking. Diego is on the bottom

bunk, furiously writing on a notepad. He flips through his

books and rustles his papers. George peeks over the side to

see what Diego is doing.

GEORGE:

What do you got there, Diego?

DIEGO:

Nothing. Just a little project.

GEORGE:

What kind of project?

DIEGO:

Never mind. Not for you to worry.

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