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MOMENTS LATER:

Javi and Manolo watch the convoy of

vehicles drive away.

Javier lights a cigarette.

MANOLO:

Wasn't that General Salazar?

JAVIER:

Yeah.

MANOLO:

What's he doing up here?

JAVIER:

I don't know. Something.

They start for their car.

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EXT. DEL MAR SELF-STORAGE - DAY

SUPERTITLE:
SAN DIEGO

Two men, RAY CASTRO, 30's, proud, ambitious, and MONTEL

GORDON, 40's, suspicious of everyone including himself and

always, always the smartest guy in the room, walk from a

Lincoln Towncar toward a dumpy office. Castro is talking

under his breath --

CASTRO:

No telltales. Nothing to read.

Not touching my face. Not even

blinking. No giveaways.

(beat)

How're you feeling?

GORDON:

(keyed up)

I feel good.

CASTRO:

No more pissant basin league bullshit

for us, hunh?

GORDON:

Nope.

Castro stretches his arms, swings them around.

CASTRO:

Limbering up, gonna stay loose, keep

it all together. Take this

motherf***er down.

They reach the door to the office. Gordon looks at Castro,

then turns the handle.

CASTRO:

Showtime.

INT. OFFICE, DEL MAR SELF-STORAGE - DAY

It's a cluttered, rundown working office unusual only in the

extent of its ordinariness. A SECRETARY goes about her

business like a somnambulist. CLERKS shuffle and file.

Castro switches into Spanish --

CASTRO:

(in Spanish)

Good afternoon, ladies, gentlemen.

We're looking for Eduardo Ruiz. We

have a two o'clock appointment.

INT. OFFICE, DEL MAR SELF-STORAGE - LATER

In a back alcove, Castro and Gordon sit across a cheap table

from EDUARDO RUIZ, 40's, an entrepreneur in an expensive

suit and bad hairpiece. They are waiting.

RUIZ:

You ever buy a quarter ton? Not

many people have.

Another "businessman" enters from another door and whispers

in Ruiz's ear, then leaves again.

RUIZ:

So, it's worth the wait, right?

What can I do? Rent a Huey? Have

an airlift? It's not like you can

put it in a condom up some mule's

a**hole, right? How many peasants

would that take? A line stretching

from here to Mexico City --

GORDON:

Nobody said sh*t, Eduardo --

One of Ruiz's hands dips under the desk where we see a handgun

is holstered on the underside.

RUIZ:

Relax. We're waiting, that's it.

CASTRO:

Hey, you want to hear a joke? I got

a joke. Why do women wear makeup

and perfume?

GORDON:

Chill out --

CASTRO:

It's a funny f***in' joke and it's

quick. Why do women wear makeup and

perfume?

RUIZ:

I don't know.

CASTRO:

'Cause they're ugly and they stink.

Castro laughs uproariously.

INT. DEA SURVEILLANCE SPACE - DAY

ON FUZZY SURVEILLANCE VIDEO: Castro laughing. Ruiz politely

smiling, one of his hands hidden by the table.

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