Traffic Page #3
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.
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EXT. DEL MAR SELF-STORAGE - DAY
SUPERTITLE:
SAN DIEGOTwo 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
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