Traffic Page #2

DRIVER:

Is there a problem?

JAVIER:

No. There's no problem.

The driver hesitates a confused beat then reaches for his

wallet.

DRIVER:

Okay. I see. How much do you want?

The driver pulls a wad of bills. Javi shakes his head.

DRIVER:

You want more than this?

Javi shakes his head. The driver exchanges a look with his

partner.

DRIVER:

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.

JAVIER:

Drop the package. Put your hands

behind your head. You're under

arrest.

The driver hesitates. He starts to comply then looks at

Javi and Manolo.

DRIVER:

I don't understand. I think there

must be some mistake.

JAVIER:

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

moving van.

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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.

The passenger door of the lead SUV opens and GENERAL ARTURO

SALAZAR, 50's, a squat, powerful presence in a perfectly

pressed uniform gets out and approaches Javi.

SALAZAR:

(to Javier)

What's your name?

JAVIER:

Javier Rodriguez.

SALAZAR:

Well, Javier Rodriguez, you've done

a very good job, but we'll take care

of it from here.

Javier stares into the implacable reflection of his

sunglasses. In the distance, the DC-3 takes off and ROARS

over their heads.

SALAZAR:

We've been following these Narco-

trafficantes for some time but had

not been able to bring them to

justice.

(to his men)

Put the prisoners in the car.

Impound the truck.

The men follow Salazar's orders.

SALAZAR:

(to Javi)

One question. How did you find about

this?

JAVIER:

An informant.

SALAZAR:

What is the name of your informant?

JAVIER:

(beat)

It was an anonymous tip.

Salazar looks at Javi a beat.

SALAZAR:

(to his men)

For a State Police officer, you're

very well informed. Let's go.

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