Blow Page #7
GEORGE:
Holy sh*t, Dulli. What the hell are you
doing here?
KEVIN:
Well, I'll tell you. I was walking down
the beach, minding my business, when who
did I see but this f***ing guy. I
didn't know you guys were living in
California.
GEORGE:
Yeah, but what are you doing out here?
KEVIN:
I'm on vacation. On my way back to
school.
GEORGE:
This calls for a joint. You want to do
the honors?
KEVIN:
No, man. I'm too f***ed up.
TUNA:
Nice weed, huh?
KEVIN:
F*** yeah. I never seen nothing like
it. I'm f***ing wasted.
GEORGE:
Right on.
KEVIN:
G-d, I'm stoned. I'm stoned. I'm
really...
GEORGE:
Stoned?
KEVIN:
I wish there was sh*t like this back
home.
GEORGE:
Yeah?
KEVIN:
Sh*t, yeah. Do you know how much money
I could make if I had this stuff back
east?
TUNA:
No sh*t, Kevin?
KEVIN:
That's right.
GEORGE:
Yeah?
KEVIN:
When there's something to move, it's too
easy not to. Do you know how many
colleges are in a twenty mile radius?
U. Mass, Amherst, B.U....
TUNA:
Smith. Hampshire....
KEVIN:
Right. And Holyoke. There are a
hundred thousand rich kids with their
parents' money to spend, but there's
never anything available. Nothing good,
anyway. I'm paying four hundred dollars
for sh*t.
INT. THE WHIPPING POST - MANHATTAN BEACH - 1968 - DAY
Derek, George and Barbara sit around. The blinds are drawn.
GEORGE:
The way we figure it, Barbara flies to
Boston twice a week. Two bags per
flight. Twenty-five pounds in each bag.
DEREK:
You're kidding, right? That's a hundred
pounds a week.
GEORGE:
Yeah, I know, it's a lot of weight.
BARBARA:
We're gonna call it California
sinsemilla. Sounds exotic.
GEORGE:
I'm telling you, Derek, it will sell.
DEREK:
I don't know...
GEORGE:
Here's the best part. We can charge
five-hundred a pound.
DEREK:
Come on, George, no one is going to pay
that.
GEORGE:
It's already been negotiated. It's
done. The money is there waiting.
Derek looks at Barbara. She nods.
DEREK:
Goodness.
GEORGE:
Goodness is right. If you do the math,
that's over thirty grand a week profit.
I want you to be my partner on this,
Derek. Fifty-fifty. That's fifteen
thousand a week for you, my friend. In
your pocket, free and clear.
DEREK:
And I only deal with you?
GEORGE:
Barbara and me. No one else.
BARBARA:
It's gonna work, Derek.
DEREK:
I don't know. East coast. Airplanes.
GEORGE:
She's a flight attendant. They don't
check her bags.
EXT. LOS ANGELES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - 1968 - DAY
George drops Barbara off in her uniform curbside. They kiss
and she walks away with two big, red Samsonites. She checks
them with a SKYCAP and tips him.
EXT. SKY - 1968 - DAY
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