EXT. MEXICAN DESERT - DAY
The moving van slows to a stop. Javi approaches. The DRIVER
unhurriedly rolls down the window.
Is there a problem?
No. There's no problem.
The driver hesitates a confused beat then reaches for his
Okay. I see. How much do you want?
The driver pulls a wad of bills. Javi shakes his head.
You want more than this?
Javi shakes his head. The driver exchanges a look with his
You want something else?
Javi smiles. The driver gets out and walks to the back of
the truck. He opens the rear door. There are neatly-stacked
crates marked with a SCORPION logo and "911." He reaches
into one of them and pulls out a tightly-sealed package also
with the scorpion stamped on it. He turns to see Javi with
his gun drawn.
Manolo, at the passenger side, has also drawn his gun and is
motioning the partner to move to the back of the truck.
Drop the package. Put your hands
behind your head. You're under
The driver hesitates. He starts to comply then looks at
Javi and Manolo.
I don't understand. I think there
must be some mistake.
No, there's no mistake.
Javi motions to Manolo who cuffs both teenagers. The driver
begins spewing OBSCENITIES under his breath. Javi puts the
driver in the front of the Shadow. Manolo follows in the
EXT. DIRT ROAD - MEXICO - LATER
The truck follows the Shadow down a desert road.
Suddenly, from behind, four armored SUV's with tinted windows
appear, closing fast.
The SUV's force both vehicles off the road where they pull
to a stop. A long beat as hot wind blows desert detritus
past the truck.
Finally, the SUV doors open and FEDERAL POLICE OFFICERS
surround them like a SWAT team.