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From all over the stake-out location, DEA AGENTS emerge firing

their weapons. An equal number of FBI AGENTS emerge firing

in return. Nobody was aware of the other's presence.

It's CHAOS, a clusterfuck of law-enforcement zeal with three

competing sets of good guys shouting through BULL-HORNS,

GUNSHOTS and SCREAMING.

Ruiz breaks through the corner of the lot, cutting between

two buildings. Castro emerges and chases him.

EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY

Ruiz runs out the back of the storage company. He cuts

between parked cars, heading for The Fun Zone, a kiddie

restaurant.

INT. THE FUN ZONE - DAY

Castro enters The Fun Zone. There's a cardboard cutout of

SPASTIC JACK, a beloved comedy figure who looks like a rabbit

version of Jar Jar Binks, promoting the "Special Edition"

glass:
"Collect All Four." There's an enclosure filled with

colored plastic balls.

The restaurant is empty except for a CLOWN filling out a

time card. The clown stands.

CLOWN:

Hey dudes, we're not open yet.

Castro makes a motion for him to be quiet and keeps moving

toward the room of colored balls.

Gordon enters the restaurant and follows him. An ANIMATRONIC

BAND starts to play a SONG.

Gordon sees a half-hidden foot buried underneath the plastic

balls at the far end of the room.

He takes careful aim and FIRES.

Ruiz SCREAMS and sits up. Castro pounces on him, disarming

him, and roughing him up.

EXT. THE FUN ZONE - DAY

Castro and Gordon shove Ruiz into the sunlight. They wait

while their eyes adjust.

RUIZ:

Take me to the hospital. I'm bleeding

to death.

Castro shoves him forward.

ACROSS THE PARKING LOT

DEA has opened the back of the van where a quarter-ton of

cocaine is spilling out onto the pavement.

CUT TO:

INT. GUEST HOUSE - AFTERNOON

A bong hit is expelled into the air. In the living room of

a comfortable, preppy guest house, private school TEENAGERS

party and hang-out: cigarettes in ashtrays, beer and bong on

the coffee table, loud MUSIC.

SUPERTITLE:
CINCINNATI, OHIO

The TV is on with the sound off. The curtains are closed.

The four boys wear school blazers with their ties pulled

askew, the three girls' clothing are also identical. Some

sit on couches, some on the floor. They are stoned.

One intense-looking boy, SETH ABRAHAMS, 17, wild curly hair

and the attitude of a young Coleridge, and a girl, CAROLINE

WAKEFIELD, 16, really sixteen which means she looks about

12, pretty and flirtatiously irreverent, sit at a desk in

front of a Powerbook G-3 playing an on-line trivia game.

Seth speaks rapidly and precisely.

SETH:

Father of Greek tragedy? Anyone?

Okay, Aeschylus it is.

(hits keys)

His trilogy? The Oresteia. I mean

this is beautiful, can anyone stop

the Seth Machine?

(hits keys)

Score. Thank you. Madmax from Omaha

we own you. And Tragedy is closed

out.

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