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GORDON:

Man, you never been close enough to

a woman to know how she smells.

DEA AGENT (V.O.)

What's his hand doing? Watch his

hand. Anybody? I don't like the

hand.

IN THE OFFICE:

The room is filled with crappy surveillance equipment. DEA

AGENTS, in DEA logo'd outerwear, jiggle a monitor fuzzily

displaying the view from another hidden camera: Gordon and

Ruiz around the cheap table.

DEA AGENT:

This is ridiculous this f***ing thing.

(taps monitor)

Look at this sh*t -- the first

television transmission. I had better

sh*t when I was the AV guy at junior

high, swear-to-God.

ANOTHER DEA AGENT

Come on, Castro, pay attention.

Watch his damn hands.

ON THE MONITOR:

Another "businessman" enters the office and whispers in Ruiz's

ear.

RUIZ (ON MONITOR)

Soon.

Another AGENT peers out a window through binoculars.

HIS POV:
THE EXTERIOR OF THE OFFICE WHERE CASTRO, GORDON,

AND RUIZ TALK.

EXT. DEL MAR SELF-STORAGE, SAN DIEGO - DAY

A BLUE VAN makes a slow turn into the parking lot.

EXT. ROOF - DAY

TWO FBI AGENTS, in jackets reading "FBI," hide on an opposing

roof. They look through high-powered binoculars. Binocular

POV:
THE BLUE VAN TURNING INTO THE PLAZA.

FBI AGENT #2

All right, here we go. The blue

van.

HIS BINOCULAR POV DETECTS THREE UNMARKED CARS DISCREETLY

FOLLOWING THE VAN.

FBI AGENT #2

Three unmarked vehicles.

(picks up walkie)

Three unmarked vehicles accompanying.

The unmarked cars split up and one turns into the parking

lot of a fast-food restaurant. The other circles around the

back of a building.

FBI AGENT #2

It's local. Local or Customs. Oh,

man, I don't know. Looks like the

cavalry.

FBI AGENT:

This is our show. Ah, man. I don't

want to share this one.

INT. OFFICE, DEL MAR SELF-STORAGE - CONTINUOUS

Through the window Ruiz, Gordon and Castro watch the van

disappear into the bay of a storage unit. A man is pulling

down the door behind it when three unmarked squad cars ROAR

into the lot, surrounding the unit, officers exit the cars

with their guns drawn -- Gordon and Castro stare in disbelief.

Ruiz FIRES the gun under the desk which hits Gordon full in

the chest, knocking him backwards.

Ruiz's men run into the room pulling guns.

Castro dives and pulls his weapon, firing at Ruiz's men,

hitting both of them. Ruiz bolts through another door.

Castro pursues, talking into his shirt collar --

CASTRO:

Agent down. Repeat, agent down.

Gordon gets slowly to his feet, shaking off the blast to his

Kevlar, and runs after them.

EXT. DEL MAR SELF-STORAGE - DAY

The DEA are shooting at the men inside the storage unit who

are shooting back.

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