Blow Page #7

GEORGE:

I thought you said we were roommates.

That we should talk about everything.

DIEGO:

You have your intrigues. I have mine.

This is a happy day for me, George.

Nine months from today, I will be in

Medellin sipping champagne. In nine

months, I am free. How much time do you

have?

GEORGE:

Twenty-six months.

DIEGO:

Twenty-six months? For murder? I must

be your lawyer.

GEORGE:

I've got to get out of here, Diego.

DIEGO:

Only two ways I know to leave here

early. One is to escape.

GEORGE:

What's the other one?

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

George is trying to teach basic education to the inmates.

The room, mostly black and hispanic, is hostile. They don't

want to learn.

GEORGE:

Alright, let's open our books.

INMATE #1

Man, f*** you.

INMATE #2

We ain't opening sh*t.

INMATE #1

You just the warden's boy. We on to

you. You just trying to knock some time

off, asskissing motherf***er.

Diego watches as the room reacts with laughter. This ain't

going to be easy.

GEORGE:

Alright. You're right. I want to get

out of this shithole as fast as I can.

And I don't want to do this any more

than you do. But for me to walk early,

some of you have to graduate. You,

forget about it. You're hopeless, go to

sleep.

The room laughs again.

INMATE #3

Damn, homeboy, you got ruined.

GEORGE:

But the rest of you could get diplomas

and get jobs when you're on the outside.

The room looks at him. They ain't buying it.

INMATE #1

Sh*t, I'm in for life.

INMATE #2

I'm a criminal. I ain't getting no

motherfucking job.

GEORGE:

We can learn some criminal sh*t, too.

Alright, I'll make you a deal. What if

half the time, we learn about George

Washington, and the other half, I'll

teach you how to smuggle drugs?

INMATE #2

Man, you don't know dick about smuggling

no drugs.

GEORGE:

I was arrested in Chicago with six

hundred and sixty pounds of grass. I

think that qualifies me.

Diego looks up from his desk, suddenly very interested.

INMATE #1

How did you get a hold of six-hundred

and sixty pounds of dope?

GEORGE:

Flew it in from Mexico on a single

engine Cessna. Now, do we have a deal

or not?

They react. They're in.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

Alright, the first thing you need to

know about smuggling drugs is that it's

easy. The DEA are a bunch of losers.

They couldn't find their d*cks in a

whorehouse. They don't know what the

f*** they're doing...

Diego watches George winning over the room. He listens

intently to George's every word. His wheels are turning.

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

Lights out. Diego and George lay in their cots. George is

tired. Diego is not.

DIEGO:

George? Hey, George? I listen to what

you say to the class today about the

smuggling. You are a magico, ah?

George doesn't respond.

DIEGO (CONT'D)

I never believed you were a murderer. I

knew. I knew you are a magico. I have

seen it in you. It's in your spirit.

GEORGE:

I'm tired, Diego. Go to bed.

DIEGO:

You like to make the boundaries

disappear. It's not only the money, is

it, George? The adventure is part of

the victory. It's the thrill, ah?

GEORGE:

Good night.

DIEGO:

In my country, I am a magico. A man

with a dream. A man on the rise. To

take nothing and make it something,

okay? I have failed my dream, but I

will accomplish. That is why I am in

your country. Yes, I lose my freedom.

But they do not take my dream. Do you

have a dream, George?

GEORGE:

I would if I could get some sleep.

DIEGO:

Yes, you have a dream. And maybe you

accomplish your dream. But yet you

failed. Why?

GEORGE:

Because I got caught.

DIEGO:

No, my brother.

GEORGE:

Because they caught me?

DIEGO:

You failed because you had the wrong

dream.

Diego climbs off his bunk and looks George square in the eye.

DIEGO (CONT'D)

George? What do you know about cocaine?

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

GEORGE:

I don't know, Diego. I've got a good

thing going already. Everybody smokes

pot. It's easy. Cocaine is a rich

man's drug. It's too expensive.

DIEGO:

No, no. That is where you are wrong.

For us, it is cheap. In Medellin, we

buy for six-thousand dollars a kilo. IN

Miami, we sell for sixty.

George's interest is piqued.

GEORGE:

That's over fifty-thousand dollars

profit per kilo.

DIEGO:

And that's wholesale. Cut it a few

times and retail, you're looking at two,

three-hundred thousand.

GEORGE:

Oh my G-d.

DIEGO:

Yes. And a kilo of coca is smaller than

a kilo of your precious marijuana.

Everything is the same, George, except

instead of thousands, you are making

millions.

GEORGE:

Jesus Christ. Jesus f***ing Christ.

DIEGO:

Now do you see what I am saying?

GEORGE:

Getting it here is no problem. Trust

me. I'll fly it in myself if I have to.

What about supply? How much can we get?

DIEGO:

Don't worry. We will talk of

everything. We have the time. You

arrive here with a Bachelor of

Marijuana, but you will leave with a

Doctorate of Cocaine.

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

Diego and George pouring over Diego's plans. Discussing,

planning, plotting.

DIEGO:

What type of planes do you have?

GEORGE:

Four passenger, single engine Cessna.

DIEGO:

How many kilos can we fit in these

planes?

GEORGE:

I don't know. A hundred, hundred and

fifty. How many miles is it from

Colombia to Miami?

DIEGO:

Fifteen hundred. We'll have to stop

somewhere to refuel.

GEORGE:

We'll refuel in the Bahamas. I know

someone there.

DIEGO:

Great. I love the Bahamas.

EXT. LIQUOR STORE - WEYMOUTH - 1976

SUPERIMPOSE:
JULY, 1976.

George is at a payphone. He drops in about a million

quarters until he is finally connected.

GEORGE:

Diego Delgado, please?

DIEGO:

Allo?

GEORGE:

Diego? It's George.

DIEGO:

George, hallo! Today is the day, ah?

Are you out?

GEORGE:

Yeah, I'm out.

DIEGO:

Congratulations, brother. I've been

waiting for you.

GEORGE:

How are we doing?

DIEGO:

Perfect, George. Perfect. Everything

is fine down here. Everything is all

set up.

GEORGE:

Do we need a plane? How does this work?

When do I see you?

DIEGO:

Slow down, George. Slow down.

Fred exits the liquor store carrying two bottles of Dom

Perignon. As he catches George's eye, he lifts the bottles

showing them off. George holds up his finger, indicating

he'll be just a second.

DIEGO (CONT'D)

You need to come down here, everybody

meets everybody. Ho ho ho. Ha ha ha.

We do one for good faith and then we

talk about airplanes.

GEORGE:

I can't go anywhere, Diego. I'm on

parole. I can't leave the state.

DIEGO:

But you must. It's the only way.

GEORGE:

I just got released five minutes ago.

DIEGO:

George, are we gonna do this or not?

EXT. BASSETERRE HOTEL - ANTIGUA - POOLSIDE - 1976 - DAY

George steps outside and spots Diego. Their eyes meet.

Diego looks different, relaxed. He wears a straw hat,

shorts, and sports a healthy tan. The two men embrace.

GEORGE:

Good to see you, Diego.

DIEGO:

Yes. Look around you. The sun. The

water. The women. It's better than

Danbury, no? Come on. I have some

friends I would like you to meet.

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