FADE IN:

EXT. A JAIL IN MEXICO - DAY

It's an early Friday morning and a patrol car drives up an

unpaved road and parks next to a gutted police car on cinder

blocks. The camera pans with the OFFICER as he exits his car and

walks up to a ramp leading to the babay blue JAIL HOUSE. He is

carrying a greasy bag of fast food.

INT. JAIL LOBBY - DAY

The Officer enters the lobby, tosses the bag of food to his

PARTNER who is sitting at a desk. He grabs a tin cup and walks

over to barred entrance to Block A. Twenty or so CRIMINALS, from

drunks to drug dealers are sleeping peacefully in their cell on

Block A. The Officer rattles the tin cup between the entrance

bar.

INT. JAIL CELLS - DAY

The inmates stir, rubbing their dirty faces and trying to sit up.

The camera dollies slowly down the narrow hallway of the block

which has three cells: Two small ones side by side, and one

bigger cell that faces the block entrance. The sound of

scribbling and business dealing can be heard from inside the

cell. It is AZUL jottin ginto a business ledger while chatting on

his cellular phone. His cell is equipped with a small desk and a

refridgerator. He hangs up the phone and continues writing.

INT. JAIL LOBBY - DAY

The Officer with the tin cup sits in a couch across from his

partner, who is now eating, and reads a magazine.

INT. JAIL CELLS - DAY

Azul picks up his phone and makes another call. He talks

business. In the other cell, prisoners are getting up and looking

around. Azul hangs up the phone and writes.

EXT. EL MOCO'S RANCH - DAY

A gorgeous, bikini-clad BABE struts slowly into a tighly framed

glamour shot. She pauses, takes a deep breath, then dives a

'perfect ten' dive into a house-side moat. She swims long, slow

motion strokes around the moat as the camera tracks alonside her,

lovingly admiring her tan lines and hydrodynamic build. She

slides out of the water and walks up a cobble stone walk,

dripping as she passes a seated GENTLEMAN in a white suit. His

face is unrevealed. As she enters the house, he sets his drink

down by a phone. He lifts up the receiver and dials.

INT. JAIL CELLS - DAY

Azul's phone rings. He looks up at it, startled, as if no one has

ever called him before. He glances at his watch, and then back at

the phone, hesitating to answer it. He looks around the cell

block as if someone might be playing a trick on him. Finally he

answers it, pausing before saying hello. It is El Moco.

MOCO (V.O.)

Good morning, Azul. Do you know who this is?

AZUL:

(into phone)

Moco... What the hell do you want after all these years?

EXT. EL MOCO'S RANCH - DAY

MOCO is sitting on his porch drinking tequila.

MOCO:

(into phone)

We've got a lot to talk about. I'm just a few town away with a

whole new gang. I heard you were nearby so I thought I'd give you

a call, amigo.

AZUL (V.O)

That's sweet of you, asshole. I don't suppose you could get me

out of there, and then maybe hand me over my share of money.

MOCO:

(into phone)

Yes, I figured you'd want your money, my friend. That is why I

have called you. I heard you were getting out soon, and figured I

should deal with our situation. But do you really need me to help

you get out? From what I hear, you're running quite a business

out of your cell with a phone and some loyal men. It keeps you

well protected I hear. Not a bad idea. I may try that myself

sometime.

AZUL (V.O.)

I could stay in here and earn peanuts compared to what you owe me

if I were to get out. So, yes, I want you to help me... my

friend.

MOCO:

(into phone)

Soon my friend, soon. I'm sending you some people in a few days

to get you.

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