Blow Page #6

TUNA:

Tuna.

DEREK:

Tuna, oh my. Enchante, George. Barbie,

he's yummy. He looks like a Ken doll.

Oooh, Ken and Barbie. It's perfect.

Alright, girls, give me five minutes.

Derek makes dismissing gestures and the girls scatter.

DEREK (CONT'D)

Everyone, shoo! You, too, Barbie. I

want to talk to the boys alone.

After the girls leave, Derek closes the partition and his

playful demeanor changes. He's all business now.

DEREK (CONT'D)

What can I do for you guys?

GEORGE:

We want some grass.

DEREK:

I know what you want. But, first of

all, are you cops?

GEORGE:

No.

DEREK:

Because if you are, you have to tell me.

If not, it's entrapment.

GEORGE:

We're not cops. We're from

Massachusettes. I mean, does he look

like a cop?

DEREK:

I guess not. Okay. You know, you're

very lucky you're friends of Barbie's.

If you weren't, I'd never talk to you.

Derek pulls a television-sized brick of quality marijuana out

from under a sink and sets it down in front of George.

GEORGE:

What the f*** is that?

DEREK:

It's your grass.

TUNA:

Wow. That's more than we had in mind.

DEREK:

I don't nickel and dime. You want it or

not?

George and Tuna look at each other.

GEORGE:

We'll take it.

EXT. MANHATTAN BEACH - 1968 - DAY

SERIES OF SHOTS:

Summer on the beach. It's one big party. George and Tuna

are on the beach. They are the new kings. They smoke pot

and drink brews.

George and Barbara get close as do Tuna and Maria. Slowly,

George's clothes and hair start to look better, cooler.

George and Tuna hanging out with the SURFERS.

George and Tuna hang with Barbara, Maria and SOME GIRLFRIENDS

in bikinis.

George and Barbara hang together at the life guard stand.

George and Tuna on the strand with HIPPY PROFESSORS selling

half-ounces.

Derek, Tuna, George, Barbara, Maria and the Elves play

volleyball.

Barbecue at Belmont Shores apartment with George, Barbara,

Derek, Tuna, Maria and different Elves.

George and Tuna sell half-ounces to BIKERS.

Derek is having a party out of a mini-van in the beach

parking lot. George, Barbara, Tuna and Maria are there.

EXT. MANHATTAN BEACH - 1968 - SUNSET

George and Barbara sit by the water, watching the waves crash

into the sand. The sky is streaked with purple and red.

GEORGE:

This is it for me.

BARBARA:

What is?

GEORGE:

Just everything. You. California. The

beach. This spot right here. I feel

like I belong here, you know? It just

feels right.

BARBARA:

You happy, baby?

GEORGE:

Yeah. I am.

INT. BELMONT SHORES APARTMENT - 1968 - DAY

George walks in to find Tuna and Maria sitting with KEVIN

DULLI, an old friend from back east. He's sitting in front

of a water pipe and coughing his ass off.

TUNA:

Look what the cat dragged in.

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