Blow Page #8

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

Diego and George sit with five other Colombians, most

notably, a man named CESAR ROZA. The mood is not friendly.

DIEGO:

Fifteen kilos. Seven and a half in each

suitcase. You receive a hundred

thousand dollars upon delivery.

GEORGE:

Okay.

CESAR:

Not so fast. I would like to go over

the details.

GEORGE:

What details? I put the coke in the

false bottoms and take it through

customs.

CESAR:

Tell me about the suitcases. What is

the make and the color?

DIEGO:

Samsonites. Red. No tags.

Cesar thinks about it.

CESAR:

Hmm. I see. Will there be clothes in

the suitcase?

GEORGE:

What? Yeah, sure.

CESAR:

Whose cloths? Your clothes?

GEORGE:

My clothes, your clothes. What does it

matter?

CESAR:

I would like to know the contents.

Every detail is important.

GEORGE:

What are we doing here, Diego? This

guy's a clown. He's talking about

clothes.

CESAR:

I demand to know everything. I do not

trust six-hundred thousand dollars of

coca to someone I don't know.

GEORGE:

It's a lousy fifteen kilos. I piss

fifteen kilos.

CESAR:

The coca is my responsibility!

GEORGE:

You're a f***ing amateur!

DIEGO:

Gentlemen, please. There is no need to

be impolite. Cesar, this will be fine.

You have my word. George, Cesar is just

being thorough. That's all.

CESAR:

Very well. But just remember, Mr. Jung.

I will be with you the whole way. And I

will be watching.

INT. LOGAN AIRPORT - CUSTOMS - 1976 - DAY

George carries the two Samsonites over to customs

inspections. It's a long walk. George's heart beats hard.

The sound is audible and grows with every beat. BA-BUMP. BA

BUMP. Cesar lurks at the baggage carousel.

GEORGE (V.O.)

When you're carrying drugs across the

border, the idea is to remain calm. The

way I do it is to think of something

pleasant, a fun party, a moment of

triumph. A sexual encounter. I

actually project myself to that place.

Anything to keep your mind off the fact

that you're going to jail for a very

long time if they find the fifteen kilos

of cocaine in your suitcases.

George stands in front of the customs agent. He tries his

best to look relaxed as the agent reviews his documents.

CUSTOMS AGENT:

On vacation?

GEORGE:

Yes.

CUSTOMS AGENT:

On vacation for only one day?

BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. The heartbeats are very loud.

GEORGE:

(weak smile)

My brother's wedding. Imagine that,

huh?

George's breathing is labored and his swallowing reflex

doesn't seem to be working. Cesar passes through, eyeballing

George the whole time.

CUSTOMS AGENT:

Open your bags, please.

George opens the Samsonites. Super dry mouth. BA-BUMP. BA

BUMP. The beats are deafening now. Cesar nervously monitors

the situation from the payphones.

CUSTOMS AGENT (CONT'D)

Whose clothes are these?

GEORGE:

Mine.

The customs agent holds up a woman's undergarment. Cesar

throws up his hands in frustration.

CUSTOMS AGENT:

And this?

GEORGE:

What can I tell you? Different strokes.

George winks at the customs agent, who shakes his head before

finishing the inspection.

CUSTOMS AGENT:

Alright, go ahead.

EXT. LOGAN AIRPORT - PAYPHONES - CONTINUOUS

George moves to the payphones, sets down the two suitcases,

and pretends to make a call. Not inconspicuously, Cesar

grabs the bags and walks quickly out of the terminal.

INT. BASSETERRE HOTEL - ANTIGUA - 1976 - DAY

Diego, Cesar, George and JACK STEVENS, a silver haired

executive type, lounge around the mini-suite. Cesar still

has that crazy look in his eye.

DIEGO:

Three-hundred kilos it is, then.

A beautiful Latin woman enters and kisses both Diego and

Cesar. Her name is INEZ, and friendly she is not.

DIEGO (CONT'D)

Has everyone met Inez? This is George.

I've told you about him. And this is

friend, Jack Stevens.

The men proffer their hands, but she just looks at them like

ants before sitting down next to Diego.

DIEGO (CONT'D)

Try to be more respectful, darling. My

apologies. But she is mistrustful of

Americans. Shall we proceed? Let's

hear it again, Mr. Stevens.

STEVENS:

I'll fly down on a Friday, refuel in the

Bahamas, and then to Medellin.

INEZ:

Friday?

Inez addresses Diego and Cesar only. She speaks in Spanish.

The conversation is about "Why Friday?" Inez has some

problem with it. Diego explains. And Inez is reassured.

DIEGO:

Please, continue.

GEORGE:

We make the pick-up, refuel once more in

the Bahamas, and fly back on Sunday with

the mom and pop traffic.

CESAR:

Why are you speaking?

GEORGE:

Excuse me?

CESAR:

You. Your responsibility is over. You

do not fly. You are not a pilot. You

are not a distributor. You introduced

us to Mr. Stevens and the use of his

airplane. That is all. You make a

percentage. A generous one. And you're

lucky to get that.

GEORGE:

I see. How much?

CESAR:

Padrino will pay ten-thousand per kilo.

For everyone. For you, and you, and

you.

He indicates George, Diego and Jack Stevens.

CESAR (CONT'D)

There is no negotiation. Three-million

dollars. That is all.

STEVENS:

I want two.

GEORGE:

Gee, Jack, a million each had such a

nice ring to it.

STEVENS:

No way. I'm doing all the work. Taking

all the risk, and it's my plane.

Diego and George look at each other.

STEVENS (CONT'D)

Hey, you guys don't have to do sh*t.

Just sit back and collect your money.

GEORGE:

You good with this?

Diego nods.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

Alright.

This is too much for Inez to handle. She starts screaming

machine gun Spanish. Something about a "lousy two-hundred

and fifty-thousand dollars," and how Diego is "such a coward"

to give away all his money. Diego is embarrassed but tries

to remain calm.

DIEGO:

You will watch what you say. Especially

around George. He is my brother and he

speaks as good Spanish as you.

But Inez is wild. She starts in again, a log of "Putos

(SOB's)", and "Cojones" and "Maricones (gay/sissys)." Even

Cesar is uncomfortable. Diego stands.

DIEGO (CONT'D)

Okay. That's enough.

INEZ:

Get your hands off me.

Inez takes a swing at Diego and catches him full across the

face. Time stops in the room. Question. What will Diego

do? Answer:
SMACK! Diego swings back and a full scale is

on. Cesar continues the conversation. It's surreal. As if

Diego and Inez weren't beating the sh*t out of each other

right in front of them.

CESAR:

Do you have pictures of your kids?

STEVENS:

What?

CESAR:

I'll need to see them. Also need their

names and the names of their schools.

We are trusting you with ninety million

dollars worth of coca, Mr. Stevens.

Without your children, there is no deal.

Stevens thinks about it. Kids as collateral. Inez and Diego

are still duking it out. But Diego finally gets the upper

hand and drags her into the bedroom.

STEVENS:

Fine. So if that's all, I'll be leaving

now.

Cesar walks him to the door.

CESAR:

Don't forget the pictures.

Diego calls from the other room.

DIEGO (O.S.)

George. George, come in here.

INT. LA BELLE MER - BEDROOM - LATER

Diego has put Inez in the bathroom and is holding the door

closed. She pounds and kicks and screams in frustration, but

he pays no attention.

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