Traffic

				by

				Stephen Gaghan




EXT. COLUMBUS, OHIO - DAY

The state capital of Ohio.  It's an impressive building for
a city this size.

SUPERTITLE: COLUMBUS, OHIO - STATE CAPITAL

INT. OHIO STATE SUPREME COURT - DAY

In chambers striving for august, JUSTICES listen to a lawyer
MR. RODMAN, argue his case before the highest court in Ohio.
Mr. Rodman enjoys the sound of his own voice.

				MR. RODMAN
		This informant, paid by the police,
		using taxpayers dollars to continue
		his felony drug habit, was the link
		which allowed police to raid a
		private farm.  A working farm.  A
		farm where honest Americans make
		their living.

One particular justice, ROBERT WAKEFIELD, younger than the
others, is clearly bemused by this performance.

				MR. RODMAN (CONT'D)
		The government, in its haste, has
		employed an army of criminals whose
		allegiance to the truth is, at
		best, questionable --

Judge Wakefield interrupts --

				ROBERT
		Mr. Rodman...it's too bad your
		client didn't show as much sense in
		choosing what he planted as he did
		in choosing his attorney...

A polite chuckle from the justices --

				ROBERT (CONT'D)
		Lately the only variation I'm
		hearing in your argument is the
		name of the client.  And you can
		sit there all day arguing the ins
		and outs of Illinois v. Gates, but
		you aren't going to convince me
		that this country has not sanctioned
		the use of anonymous informants.
				(MORE)

										2.


				ROBERT (CONT'D)
			(beat)
		Furthermore, there is no sacred
		protection of property rights in
		the United Sates.  When you make
		the decision to have marijuana on
		your farm, whether it's one joint
		or an acre of plants, your property
		can be seized and your property can
		be sold.

				MR. RODMAN
		I'm sorry the court finds my
		argument repetitious.

				ROBERT
		Mr. Rodman, may I offer a piece of
		advice?  The next time you argue
		this point before this court,
		regardless of my whereabouts, I
		recommend you have something up
		your sleeve other than your arm.

INT. ROBERT'S CHAMBERS - DAY

The office is marble and dark wood.  A young CLERK, black,
29, enters carrying an oddly-shaped gift.  They both look at
it.

				CLERK
		What do you think it is?

				ROBERT
		Depends who it's from.

				CLERK
			(reading the card)
		Your friends at Warren, Putnam and
		Hudson.

				ROBERT
		You can learn a lot about somebody
		from this stuff.  Three categories:
		you like me, you hate me, you want
		something from me.
			(re: the elaborate box)
		Definitely third category.

				CLERK
		What would a law firm want from the
		new drug Czar?

				ROBERT
		Depends on the state.

										3.


				CLERK
			(checks)
		Arizona.

				ROBERT
		Medicinal marijuana initiative.
			(beat)
		Or am I being cynical?

They both laugh.  Robert reaches up and pulls a bottle of
Scotch from a shelf.  He pours a couple of fingers in two
glasses.

				CLERK
		Maybe there's a book in it.

The clerk takes one of the glasses.

				ROBERT
		Not by me.

They toast and drink.

EXT. COURTHOUSE - DAY

Robert exits, trailed by a small group of reporters.  He
gets into a car being driven by two security TYPES.

INT. AIRPLANE - DAY

Robert sits in a business class window seat.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

An expensive hotel.  Robert Wakefield stands at the window,
looking at the view of our nation's capital.

SUPERTITLE: WASHINGTON D.C.

ON THE TABLE

the remnants of a meal.  It was a steak and a small caesar
salad.  The wine glass is half-empty.

ANOTHER ANGLE ON ROBERT

in front of the mirror now, trying on a dark, tasteful jacket.

CLOSER

On Robert in the same position, only now we are in HIS HOME.
It's daytime, and his wife BARBARA is helping him into this
same jacket.  As her hands dust the lint off his shoulders
we MATCH CUT TO:

										4.


ROBERT

in the hotel rooms, making the same motions.  Satisfied, he
straightens, then turns to look at himself.

OMITTED

ANGLE ON ROBERT

back at the hotel room window now.  Reaches to the table and
lifts the wine glass.

							CUT TO:

EXT. DIRT ROAD - DAY

This is the middle of nowhere.  Scrub cactus and dust and a
heartless sun.

SUPERTITLE: MEXICO - TWENTY MILES SOUTHWEST OF TIJUANA.

A broken down-looking Police Sedan is parked on the side of
the road.  It seems abandoned except there are TWO MEN inside.

INT. POLICE SEDAN - DAY

Two Mexican men, State Police officers, JAVIER RODRIGUEZ,
30's, and MANUEL "MANOLO" SANCHEZ, 20's, wearing jeans,
knock-off Polo shirts, and cowboy boots, wait patiently in
the car.

				JAVIER
		I had that dream again.

A long pause.

				MANOLO
		Which one?

Another long pause.

				JAVIER
		Where my mother's suffocating.

They continue to wait until there is the sound of a JET
ENGINE.  It grows LOUDER as it approaches.

EXT. THE POLICE SEDAN - DAY

The shadow of a large plane crosses the desert floor.  Then,
an old DC-3 flies fifty feet above the Police Sedan.

										5.


INT. POLICE SEDAN - DAY

They watch the plane disappear over a small rise in the
desert.  They look at each other and wait some more.

EXT. MEXICAN DESERT - LATER

From the direction of the landing strip, a moving van
lumbers down the road, two TEENAGERS in the cab.

INT. POLICE SEDAN - DAY

Javi and Manolo watch the moving van approach.  Javi reaches
under the seat and picks up a bubble flasher.  He rolls down
the window and plants it on the roof.  He flips the switch.
Nothing happens.  He jiggles the wire and the siren BURPS
and the light flashes.  Manolo and Javi step from the car,
smiling.

EXT. MEXICAN DESERT - DAY

The moving van slows to a stop.  Javi approaches.  The
DRIVER unhurriedly rolls down the window.

				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 (CONT'D)
		You want more than this?

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

				DRIVER (CONT'D)
		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.

										6.


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.

										7.


				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 (CONT'D)
		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 (CONT'D)
			(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.

MOMENTS LATER

Javi and Manolo watch the convoy of vehicles drive away.
Javier lights a cigarette.

				MANOLO
		Wasn't that General Salazar?

				JAVIER
		Yeah.

										8.


				MANOLO
		What's he doing up here?

				JAVIER
		I don't know.  Something.

They start for their car.

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EXT. DEL MAR SELF-STORAGE - DAY

SUPERTITLE: SAN DIEGO

Two 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
		motherfucker down.

They reach the door to the office.  Gordon looks at Castro,
then turns the handle.

				CASTRO (CONT'D)
		Showtime.

										9.


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 (CONT'D)
		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
		asshole, right?  How many peasants
		would that take?  A line stretching
		from here to Mexico City --

				GORDON
		Nobody said shit, 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 --

									10.


				CASTRO
		It's a funny fuckin' 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
smiling, one of his hands hidden by the table.

				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 fucking
		thing.
			(taps monitor)
		Look at this shit -- the first
		television transmission.  I had
		better shit 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.

									11.


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 (CONT'D)
		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 (CONT'D)
		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.

									12.


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.

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.

									13.


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?
				(MORE)

									14.


				SETH (CONT'D)
			(hits keys)
		Score.  Thank you.  Madmax from
		Omaha we own you.  And Tragedy is
		closed out.

Seth leans over and snorts a line of coke from a mirror.  He
hands it to Caroline who effortlessly does one.

				CAROLINE
		Entertainment.  The Susan Lucci
		section or Banal Love Songs of the
		Nineties?

Seth looks at her.  He has a crush.

				SETH
		Banal Love Songs it is.
			(hits keys)
		Hey, you wanna try something?

She nods.  They both take a swig of beer.  He takes her hand
pulling her past the stoned people on the couch --

IN THE KITCHEN

Seth takes out a box of baking soda.  He tears off a square
of aluminum foil.  He takes out a spoon.  Caroline watches
as he dumps a small amount of cocaine into the spoon.  He
adds a pinch of baking soda.  He puts in a few drops of
water.  Stirs it around with the heel of a lighter.  Then
holds the flame under the spoon.

				CAROLINE
		What are you doing?

				SETH
			(concentrating)
		Just watch.

He watches the substance in the spoon as it swirls and
bubbles, then separates... He pours the most viscous part
onto the aluminum foil, making four separate little puddles.

He quickly dismantles a ballpoint pen, making a straw.  He
hands it to Caroline.

				SETH (CONT'D)
		Inhale the smoke and hold it.

				CAROLINE
		What is this, like freebase?

									15.


				SETH
		Not like.  It is.

He lights the flame under the aluminum foil.  The puddle
crackles and pops, then starts to smoke --

				SETH (CONT'D)
		Go...  Go!

There's a rush of thick grey smoke.  Caroline catches most
of it.

				SETH (CONT'D)
		Hold it.

She pulls it in deeper and holds... Suddenly her expression
changes... Her eyes lose their focus, her face slackens, an
almost sexual response.  Seth is watching her intensely.

				SETH (CONT'D)
		See... Now, you see.

Caroline slumps back against the counter.  Seth moves
against her, kissing her, running his hands over her breasts
and body.  She stares over his shoulder, holding it as long
as she can.

Finally she exhales --

				CAROLINE
		More.

The cloud of grey smoke from her lungs fills the room.

							CUT TO:

INT. WHITE HOUSE OFFICE - DAY

The White House CHIEF OF STAFF meets with Robert Wakefield.
The Chief of Staff has the floor; he always has the floor.
This is a man you do not want to disappoint.

				CHIEF OF STAFF
		Until you officially take over the
		office of National Drug Control
		Policy, under no circumstances
		should you speak to the press
		unprotected, without going through
		this office or having someone in
		the room.  There are a lot of
		interests in this town and, right
		now, they're all scared of you.
				(MORE)

									16.


				CHIEF OF STAFF (CONT'D)
		The reason they're scared of
		you...technically, you have veto
		power over their budgets.  So think
		about that: FBI, CIA, DEA, CUSTOMS,
		TREASURY, ATF, DEFENSE, IRS, Radio
		Shack and the DMV, they're all
		gonna want to speak to you.  And
		that's the good news... You'll also
		be meeting Senators and Congressman,
		each with a specially prepared
		question.  Their question is
		designed for one thing: to make
		them look smart.  If you lecture
		them, they won't think you respect
		them.  If you respond with utter
		humility, they will.  Remember,
		this is about your respect for
		them, and the President's respect
		for them.  Speaking of which, as
		soon as he gets back from Russia
		and China, we'll get you in there
		for some face-time, let the two of
		you catch up.
			(beat)
		It'd probably be a good idea for
		you to meet your predecessor.  I'll
		have Jeff Sheridan take you over.
		Also, four weeks from today you
		will give your first official press
		conference.  In it you will outline
		the President's strategy for
		winning the war on drugs.
			(beat)
		Okay, anything else?

				ROBERT
		I'll be sure to let you know.

INT. EXECUTIVE BUILDING, WASHINGTON, D.C. - DAY

Robert makes his way through a warren of hallways in the
endless corridors of the Old Executive Building alongside
JEFF SHERIDAN, 35, an enthusiastic government employee who
has found his place.

				SHERIDAN
		I just want to be clear about one
		thing.  I used to work for him, but
		now I work for you.  I'm not a
		partisan person, I'm an issue
		person.
				(MORE)

									17.


				SHERIDAN (CONT'D)
		In the next few weeks, if you allow
		me, we'll get you well-versed on an
		incredible array of issues.  The
		most important of which, in my
		opinion, being Mexico.  I know
		everybody that you're gonna meet.
		It's important that they like you.
		It's not important that they like
		me.  That's why I can help protect
		you.

				ROBERT
		Like you protected Landry?

				SHERIDAN
		I see where you're going wit that,
		but if I could just say something,
		which is basically that a guy like
		Landry is so autocratic he doesn't
		know how to let himself be helped;
		it's a point of pride to take every
		bullet, no matter who fired it, or
		whether it was even aimed at him,
		which personally I think it very
		self-defeating.  Now, don't get me
		wrong, he's a man of enormous
		integrity, but there's a political
		component to this job that the
		General just didn't have any
		patience for.

INT. OFFICE OF NATIONAL DRUG CONTROL POLICY - DAY

Robert and Sheridan enter the office of outgoing Drug Czar,
GENERAL RALPH LANDRY, 60's, buzz-cut, professional soldier
with a sense of humor.

Landry is putting some personal items in a box.

				GENERAL LANDRY
		Jeff, you want to excuse us for a
		minute?

Sheridan nods and leaves.

				GENERAL LANDRY (CONT'D)
			(bemused, off
			Sheridan's exit)
		Functionaries.  Nice people, the
		Schedule C's.  About twelve graduate
		degrees apiece, but it seems
		sometimes all they do is start
		rumors.

									18.


Robert and Landry shake hands.

				ROBERT
		You've done a fine job here, Sir.
		The Office of National Drug Control
		Policy is in better shape than when
		you found it.

Landry tries to determine whether Robert believes this.  He
looks around the office as if the policy is hiding somewhere.

				GENERAL LANDRY
		I'm not sure I made the slightest
		difference.
			(wistful)
		I tried...  I really did.

				ROBERT
		There are a lot of encouraging
		statistics.  The work's just
		started, but I intend to see it
		through.  You've got my word on that.

				GENERAL LANDRY
		You're here for two years, three
		maximum.  What'd they promise you?
		Court appointment?  What?  District?
		Appeals?
			(checks Robert's reaction)
		Not Supreme... Supreme?

				ROBERT
		I've come in to do a tough job and
		that's what I'm going to focus on.

General Landry SIGHS.

				GENERAL LANDRY
		When Kruschev was forced out, he
		sat down and wrote two letters and
		handed them to his successor.  He
		said "When you get into a situation
		you can't get out of, open the
		first letter and you'll be saved.
		And when you get into another
		situation you can't get out of,
		open the second."  Soon enough this
		guy found himself in a tight place.
		So he opened the first letter.  It
		said, "Blame everything on me."  So
		he blamed the old guy and it worked
		like a charm.
				(MORE)

									19.


				GENERAL LANDRY (CONT'D)
			(beat)
		He got into another situation he
		couldn't get out of, so he opened
		the second letter, which read, "Sit
		down and write two letters."

They stare at each other a beat.  Then Landry smiles.

							CUT TO:

EXT. MANOLO'S STREET, MEXICO - DAY

A cinderblock house.  Kids and dogs in the street.  A face
we recognize as Manolo's peers out of a curtain into the
street.

INT. MANOLO'S KITCHEN - DAY

The ceiling is stained, the floor sags.  A cheap radio plays.
Manolo is at the door.  Javi sits at a dinette table.

He talks to Manolo but watches Manolo's wife, ANNA, 20's, a
nice-looking, ostensibly demure young woman, as she moves
around the kitchen.

				JAVIER
		Relax.  If they were going to kill
		us they would have done it in the
		desert.

				MANOLO
		They wouldn't do it in front of all
		these people.  They'd send someone
		later, when we're alone.

Manolo tenses, and throws open the window.

				MANOLO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
			(yelling out the window)
		Away from the car.  Now!

MANOLO'S POV out the window as KIDS play in the car, sitting
behind the wheel.

				JAVIER
		Even if that were true, they're not
		going to come to your house where
		you're waiting for them.

				ANNA
		He's right.  They'll do it when
		you're walking somewhere, make it
		look like street crime.

									20.


				MANOLO
		Shut your fucking mouth.  Nobody's
		talking to you.

Anna sets a cup of coffee in front of Javi and stares at him.

INT. POLICE SEDAN - DAY

Javi and Manolo cruise through the streets of Tijuana.

				JAVIER
		If you want her to stay out of it,
		then stop telling her everything.
		You should learn how to keep a
		secret.

				MANOLO
		She's nosy.  She hears me on the
		telephone.

				JAVIER
		Anyway, I don't think we'll ever
		see them again.  Everything's back
		to normal.

EXT. TIJUANA STREET - DAY

Tourist hell.  A cacophony of street venders, panhandlers,
and vehicular traffic.  Javier and Manolo are speaking with
a flustered young American TOURIST COUPLE.

				TOURIST WOMAN
		You're a police officer.  Aren't
		you going to take a report or
		something?  Don't you want to know
		what kind of car it is?

				TOURIST MAN
		It's a Brown Ford Explorer --

				TOURIST WOMAN
		It was right here.  It's been
		stolen.  I want to file a report.

				MANOLO
		Please.  Filing a report will not
		help you find your car.

				JAVIER
		The police won't find your car.

				TOURIST WOMAN
		But you're the police.

									21.


Javier pulls out a note pad and scribbles a number.

				JAVIER
		Call this man, he'll find your car
		for you.

				TOURIST MAN
		I don't get it --

				TOURIST WOMAN
		How will this guy know who has our
		car?

				JAVIER
		The police will tell him.

There's a beat of confusion.

				TOURIST MAN
		Why will they tell him but they
		won't tell us?

				TOURIST WOMAN
			(getting it)
		Because we pay him, stupid.
			(to Javier)
		Right?  And he pays the police.
		And then our car appears.

				JAVIER
		Yes.  Better than filling out
		forms, right?

The man reaches in his wallet and offers Javier a twenty.
Javi waves him off.

Javier and Manolo walk back to their squad car when two
SUV's come to a stop in front of them.

Javier and Manolo exchange a look.  The doors SLAM and
FOOTSTEPS approach.

				OFFICER (O.S.)
		Javier Rodriguez.

							CUT TO:

EXT. LA JOLLA GOLF AND TENNIS CLUB - DAY

A ladies luncheon in the Nancy Reagan Dining Room overlooking
a putting green.  The bejewelled WIVES of successful men
yammer at one another around tables with rich flower
centerpieces.

									22.


SUPERTITLE: LA JOLLA, CALIFORNIA, JUST OUTSIDE SAN DIEGO

One wife, HELENA AYALA, 32, ex-model, with a sweetness and
intelligence that almost contradicts her beauty, stares out
the window at a small BOY, 5, using a putter as tall as he
is.  Helena is six months pregnant and radiant.

A waiter brings Helena's starter course.  Her friends, NAN
DOBBS, early 40's, post Junior League, a little tipsy,
STEWIE and ALEX, same League, watch her --

				NAN
		Duck salad?

				HELENA
		Mmm.

Nan can't believe it.

				NAN
		Helena, you never order duck salad.

				HELENA
		Well, that's true.  I don't.
			(re: her belly)
		I think someone else is asking for
		it.

				NAN
		Well, he's got good taste.  Isn't
		it the most wonderful thing you
		ever tasted?  I mean ever.

				HELENA
		It's delicious --

				STEWIE
		They're the most marvelous little
		creatures.  Canard.  They fly,
		swim, walk.  And so cute with their
		babies marching along behind.

				NAN
		Looking for a nice sauce ala orange.

Everyone laughs.  Helena is by far the youngest in her crowd.

				ALEX
		It's a very fatty bird.  All that
		winter insulation.  Just like me.

				NAN
		You mean all breast, just like you.

									23.


				ALEX
		You're bad --

				NAN
			(singsong)
		Jealous, that's all --

				HELENA
		I've heard... I can't remember
		where... That it's full of that
		good kind of fat, the kind you're
		supposed to eat --

				STEWIE
		Unsaturated fat --

				TWO WOMEN IN UNISON
		Polyunsaturated.

				HELENA
		And now there's a good cholesterol
		and bad cholesterol.  Everything
		they tell you completely changes
		every other week.  I don't know why
		they think we should listen at all.

				NAN
		What I know is ducks, as cute as
		they are, were designed by God to
		be eaten.

Nan reaches for a taste and the other women lean forward
also, a sea of inanity swirling around Helena's salad.

EXT. COUNTRY CLUB PARKING LOT - DAY

Helena buckles her little boy, DAVID, 5, into the front seat
of her Mercedes.  He won't let go of his putter.

				HELENA
		I'll put this in the back.

				DAVID
		No --

				HELENA
		All the professionals keep them in
		the trunk.

				DAVID
		Not Tiger Woods.

									24.


				HELENA
		Especially Tiger Woods.
			(sharing a secret)
		... Actually, he keeps his on the
		back seat.

She pulls the putter away from the reluctant boy and sets it
on the back seat.

EXT. HOTEL - DAY

A modern high-rise on the waterfront playground of San Diego.

Helena passes the hotel in her car.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY

A standard room looking out at the water which is dotted
with sailboats and cruise ships.  The bed is covered with
hi-tech surveillance equipment.

The equipment salesman, LONNIE, 40's, who makes a fetish of
gadgetry, explains the finer points of operation to FRANCISCO
"FRANKIE" FLORES, 30's, sallow, watery-eyed, in expensive
clothes.

				LONNIE
		Gates, Myrhvold, Bezos.  I sell to
		all those guys.  Why?  Because the
		technology to intrude has reached
		the masses.  Your competitor, your
		ex-spouse, adversaries, stalkers,
		they're at the local electronics
		store right now, and they're gonna
		be intruding on you not only
		through your telephone, but your
		fax, cell phone, pager, cable TV,
		Musak, windows, walls, air
		conditioning ventilation, modem,
		and internet connection.

He walks over to the bed and the sexy equipment --

				LONNIE (CONT'D)
		Nobody has these babies, no way,
		not the shiznit.

Frederico picks up a piece of equipment.

				FRANCISCO
		I want to intercept cell phone
		calls, digital and analog.  And
		locate the source of the call.  I
		need databasing capability, to
		cross-reference calls and numbers.

									25.


Lonnie lovingly picks up a laptop computer with a sleek
device attached to it --

				LONNIE
		Your Cellular Secretary, friend
		across all the digital wireless
		spread spectrum.
			(beat)
		So, Francisco, what do you do?  You
		a PI?  Private security?

Francisco looks at Lonnie coldly.

				FRANCISCO
		Assassin.

				LONNIE
			(not missing a beat)
		Assassin, okay.  Let's get you
		started in surveillance.

EXT. GEORGETOWN BROWNSTONE - NIGHT

The house takes up most of one of the nicest blocks.  PEOPLE
enter and party VOICES drift out.

SUPERTITLE: GEORGETOWN, WASHINGTON, D.C.

INT. GEORGETOWN BROWNSTONE - NIGHT

A power cocktail party in full swing.  This is where most of
the business in Washington gets done.

Robert, scotch in hand, listens to a smug PHARMACEUTICAL
LOBBYIST explain the world.

				PHARMACEUTICAL LOBBYIST
		We in the legal drug business, and
		I mean Merck, Pfizer, the rest of
		my very powerful clients, realize
		this isn't a war with a traditional
		winner and loser, but an organism
		at war with itself, whose weapons
		of mass destruction happen to be
		intoxicants.  And if you want a
		body count look no further than
		alcohol which racks up 80,000 kills
		a year.  Cocaine manages a measly
		2,000.  Same for Heroin.  But, the
		big daddy is Big Tobacco which
		kills 380,000 each year, which, by
		the war, is more people than have
		been killed by all the illegal
		drugs in the last century.

									26.


				ROBERT
			(faking it)
		That's very interesting.

The lobbyist smiles.  Robert sips his drink.

ANOTHER ANGLE ON ROBERT

in another room.  Listening to STAN, overweight advocate for
the United States Council of Chambers of Commerce.

				STAN
		It's time, Robert, to choke some
		honesty out of these rural
		legislators; get'em to fess up that
		it's pretty much Prisons or Casinos
		in terms of their choices for
		economic growth.

ANOTHER ANGLE ON ROBERT

listening to ETHAN, earnest advocate of harm reduction.

				ETHAN
		What's the difference between
		Prozac and Ecstacy, you ask?  One's
		a mattress and the other's a
		trampoline.  Molecules don't have
		morality.  Really, think about it:
		some molecule changes the way a
		serotonin re-uptake inhibitor
		works, it's not suddenly a bad
		molecule; it's just a molecule.  My
		theory: America has a real fear of
		short, intense experiences.

Robert turns away --

				ROBERT
			(under his breath)
		Like you.

ANOTHER ROOM

Robert at the bar getting another scotch.  A secretive man,
TIM, 40's, nerdy, sidles up beside him and whispers furtively
in his ear.

									27.


				TIM
			(whispering)
		Chemicals?  Some say problems,
		others say solution.  Imagine a
		cloud that when it rains prohibits
		the growth of poppies or takes the
		THC out of marijuana.  Imagine a
		pill that eliminates any
		psychological craving, from Dilaudid
		to Dove Bars.  Law enforcement
		hasn't let science sit on the
		sidelines.  Addiction is no more
		relevant than polio or the Black
		Plague.

Tim slips away into the crowd.  Robert moves away from the
bar.

ANOTHER ROOM

An argument is breaking out between an ECONOMIST and an
UNDERSECRETARY OF DEFENSE with Robert as the audience.

				ECONOMIST
			(to the undersecretary)
		You're not battling traffickers or
		dealers, but a market, and the
		market contains a paradox: if you
		arrest traffickers, you raise
		prices, and you also raise profits,
		which brings more traffickers into
		the business.

				UNDERSECRETARY
			(to the Economist)
		Back in the real world, we're
		talking about Mexico and not John
		Maynard Keynes.  We will spend 18
		billion dollars this year on this
		"war," and the question on the
		table every year is do we certify
		Mexico as an ally or not?

Another man, RUSH PHILLIPS, a middle-aged powerbroker,
overhears, then joins and Robert is encircled.

				RUSH PHILLIPS
		You want to make a difference, hit
		the users. You don't jeopardize our
		financial markets by some
		hypocritical stance on drug
		consumption.  We're snorting it,
		why penalize Mexico for supplying it?

									28.


				UNDERSECRETARY
		Mexico, don't talk to me about
		Mexico --

				ECONOMIST
		It's the stick of law enforcement
		that creates the carrot of huge
		profits... That's economic truth --

				RUSH PHILLIPS
		Addicts don't vote; they don't have
		PACs; they don't spend soft money,
		that's political truth --

				UNDERSECRETARY
		We're locking them up and
		consumption is falling --

				ECONOMIST
		The price of coke and heroin has
		dropped and purity has increased.
		All this law enforcement has
		achieved is kids can get better
		stuff, cheaper.  In economic terms,
		you can forget it; this is not a
		winnable war.

				RUSH PHILLIPS
		Christ, you want to decertify
		somebody, take Pakistan or Columbia.
		We don't need them for anything.

				ECONOMIST
		If you manage to seize an
		inconceivable 50 percent of all
		drugs coming into this country,
		you'll still raise the price of
		coke and heroin less than 3 percent
		which won't affect drug use at all.

				RUSH PHILLIPS
		Why are we calling this a war at
		all?  You don't declare war on your
		own people.  Addiction is a little
		worm that gnaws a house apart from
		the inside.

MICHAEL ADLER, about Robert's age, and as successful, but in
a different way, approaches, catching Robert's eye through
the arguing demagogues.

									29.


				UNDERSECRETARY
		We need Mexico for these reasons:
		number one -- Defense; two --
		Trade; three -- Tourism; then, way
		on down the line, comes Drugs.  The
		President knows this.  Why's he
		holding everybody's feet to the fire?

				MICHAEL
			(solemn)
		Mr. Wakefield, there's a situation
		that needs your attention right away.

Robert looks at Michael, squints, looks closer, then follows.

				RUSH PHILLIPS
			(oblivious)
		One in sixteen Americans is of
		Mexican descent.  Mexico our third
		largest trading partner...

ANGLE ON ROBERT AND MICHAEL

on the back porch.

				ROBERT
		You're looking pretty good for an
		old guy.

				MICHAEL
		My work keeps me young.

				ROBERT
		Which part, getting terrorists
		loose on bail or freeing convicted
		murderers on technicalities?

				MICHAEL
		The worst serial killer in history -
		who?  Gacy - right?  Killed forty
		two people.  Our government killed
		fifty thousand in Vietnam and lied
		about it every day.

				ROBERT
		Michael, you represent drug dealers,
		not civil libertarians.

				MICHAEL
		We kidnapped Noriega out of Panama.
		Is that covered in your Constitution?
		Because it isn't in mine.

									30.


				ROBERT
		Noriega is a criminal.

				MICHAEL
		Noriega was head of a sovereign
		nation who made the mistake of
		doing business with the U.S.
		Government.  So, no, I don't have a
		problem waking up every day and
		fighting our government, fighting
		people like you, trying to keep
		this system a little bit honest.

				ROBERT
			(amused)
		Last I read your clients were
		chopping people up with chainsaws
		and delivering illegal narcotics
		into this country.

				MICHAEL
		I hope when you were on the bench,
		Judge Wakefield, you didn't handle
		the presumption of innocence in the
		same fashion.

				ROBERT
		If I ever return to the bench,
		Counselor Adler, I hope I have the
		pleasure of hearing your arguments.

							CUT TO:

INT. HOSPITAL EMERGENCY ROOM, SAN DIEGO - DAY

Eduardo Ruiz lies in a hospital bed, handcuffed to the
railing.  His bandaged foot is held aloft by a sling and a
tube drains the wound.  He is tugging on the handcuffs as
Castro and Gordon enter the room.

				GORDON
		You planning on going somewhere,
		Eduardo?  You don't like it here?
		This is the best situation you're
		going to have for a long, long time.

				RUIZ
		I am a legitimate business.  Fishing
		boats.  Tuna.  Check it out.  Tax
		records, everything --

				GORDON
		Listen you motherfucker, you tried
		to kill me with a fucking cannon.

									31.


				RUIZ
		You can't visit me here.  I want my
		lawyer.

				GORDON
		The amount of coke we got on you
		means capital punishment in some
		states.

				CASTRO
		Move 'em to Texas, fry 'em up.

				GORDON
		We got you on tape making the deal.
		We got you bragging about the
		quality.  We got you bragging about
		your business.  We got you.

A NURSE appears in the doorway.  Gordon goes to the door and
shuts it in her face.

				GORDON (CONT'D)
		One chance here, Eduardo.  Make us
		believe you got a boss.  No boss,
		it's all on you.

				RUIZ
		It's a death sentence.  I'll never
		make it to the trial.

				GORDON
		We can protect you.

Ruiz looks at them in disbelief.

				CASTRO
		Who do you work for?

				RUIZ
		This is coercion.

				GORDON
		That's a big word for a fisherman.

				CASTRO
		Who do you work for?

Gordon and Ruiz stare at each other.

				RUIZ
		I know another word... Immunity.

							CUT TO:

									32.


EXT. AYALA HOME - LA JOLLA - DAY

A starter castle high in the hills near Mount Soledad, an
exclusive neighborhood with views of the ocean.  Joggers jog
to the SOUNDS of tennis and Jacuzzis gurgling, and lawn care
equipment operated by Mexicans.

Behind the Ayala gate we see David playing with his golf
club on the lush lawn.

Workers set-up the party under the direction of a
professional party planner.

A BMW 740il with tinted windows pulls into the driveway.

				DAVID
		Daddy!

The window lowers and we see CARL AYALA, 40's, handsome,
charismatic, second generation American, in expensive,
conservative clothes, covering his cell phone as he greets
his kids.

				CARL
		Hello.  Hello.

He goes back to his phone call, pulling around to the garage.
David goes back to his game.

INT. AYALA DINING ROOM - DAY

There are MAIDS in the house and a COOK in the kitchen.  The
large rooms are filled with fine art.

Helena Ayala sits at the dining room table with plans, bills
and receipts spread before her.  Carl enters and paces
around the room, continuing his cell phone conversation.

				CARL
			(into phone)
		I'm sorry, Jonas.  I don't care if
		that is the price you have gotten
		in order countries.

Helena watches her husband pace as he talks.  He can't help
it, but a portion of this call is theatrical, for an
audience's benefit, which in this instance happens to be his
wife.  Helena's expression of annoyance resets itself into
love.

									33.


				CARL (CONT'D)
		This is America, a different
		country.  I am Carl, a different
		man.  So you see, everything about
		our situation is different and I
		believe the pricing will be
		different, too.
			(beat, listens)
		You're a reasonable man... So take
		the weekend to think about it.

Carl clicks off the phone, turns to Helena.

				CARL (CONT'D)
		Every day with this guy is like
		starting all over again.

Carl winds down and finally becomes present in the room with
his wife.  He looks at her.  She looks back.

				CARL (CONT'D)
		Hi.

				HELENA
		Hi.

				CARL
		What's up?

				HELENA
		Just watching you.

				CARL
		I got that.  How was your day?

She pushes the topiary away from her.  Suddenly, she seems
tired.  Carl comes over and puts his hand on her pregnant
belly.

				CARL (CONT'D)
		You all right?

				HELENA
		I keep feeling like I'm forgetting
		something.

Her husband watches her, then wraps his arms around her.

EXT. AYALA HOME - DAY

Carl and Helena step out on the front porch of their home
and watch David play with his golf putter.

OUTSIDE THEIR GATE

									34.


An unmarked police car rolls up and stops behind the wall.
Another arrives and another and another.  OFFICERS in DEA
jackets exit the cars.

There is MURMURING, then SILENCE.

Helena slowly turns to look at her husband.  He doesn't look
at her.

				HELENA
		David, come inside --

Suddenly, POLICE and DEA enter the front yard.  Gordon and
Castro enter the yard and move quickly up the drive to Carl.

				CARL
		What is this?  What is going on?

				GORDON
		Mr. Ayala?

				CARL
		That's right.

				GORDON
		You're under arrest for violation
		of Federal Narcotics laws.

Gordon and Castro spin him, cuff him, and without emotion
begin pulling him from his yard.  David is trying to get to
his father.  In a kind of shock.  Helena trails after him.

Castro drags Carl into the street toward the open door of
the cruiser.  He pushes him down into the backseat.

				GORDON (CONT'D)
		We have a warrant to search your
		home, Mrs. Ayala.

Gordon hits the side of the cruiser and it pulls away.  Carl
looks at his wife through the window.

Gordon and Castro head up the driveway toward her house.
Helena is left standing in the street.  NEIGHBORS, who have
appeared in front yards and at the ends of driveways, stare
at her with suspicion.  David approaches and holds onto her
leg.

							CUT TO:

OMITTED

									35.


INT. SALAZAR'S HEADQUARTERS - ANTEROOM - DAY

Javi and Manolo wait in Salazar's anteroom.  A ceiling fan
swirls the air.  After a moment the door opens and an AIDE
motions to them.  They stand.

				AIDE
			(to Manolo)
		Not you.  You.

Javi goes into the room.

INT. SALAZAR'S OFFICE - DAY

The office is Spartan and military.  Salazar and Javi sit
facing each other.  Salazar looks at a piece of paper.

				SALAZAR
		Javier Rodriguez.  Twenty-nine
		years-old.  Graduated from
		Montessori school.  Five years as a
		beat cop in TJ.  Three years with
		the State Police.  Parents died
		four years ago in their apartment
		from carbon monoxide poisoning
		because they could not afford to
		fix their gas heater.  Your sister
		works in a Maquiladora in Juarez,
		making designer blue-jeans.  On the
		police force three years, you
		currently make 316 dollars a month.

Salazar crumples the piece of paper and tosses it in the
trash.

				SALAZAR (CONT'D)
		That's your past.  I want to talk
		about your future.  Would you be
		willing to do something for me?

				JAVIER
		If I can.

				SALAZAR
		I'm trying to bust the Tijuana
		Cartel.

				JAVIER
		What is it you want me to do?

				SALAZAR
		A small thing.  Nothing really.

Javier thinks about this.

									36.


				JAVIER
		Does this offer include my partner?

				SALAZAR
		Only if he can be trusted.

				JAVIER
		He'll do what I say.

Salazar slides a folder across the desk.  Javier opens it
and sees a black and white surveillance photo of the
informant.

				SALAZAR
		His name is Francisco Flores.  He
		is a killer and gun smuggler for
		the Tijuana cartel.  I need to
		speak with him.  I need you to find
		him and bring him to me so that I
		can speak with him.

INT. POLICE SEDAN - DAY

Manolo faces Javier.

				MANOLO
		This is fucking crazy.  Instead of
		killing us, he sends us on a
		suicide mission.  Do you know who
		Frankie Flowers is?  He's a psycho-
		cokehead-hitman.  A faggot.  He's
		killed fucking who knows how many
		people.  You'd need half the force
		to get close to him.  And you can't
		get their help because he lives in
		fucking San Diego.

				JAVIER
		Then I guess I'm going by myself.

							CUT TO:

INT. AIRPLANE - DAY

Robert Wakefield sits in business class.  He twists the cap
off a mini-bottle of bourbon and pours it over a cup of ice.
He empties a second bottle into the cup, then swirls it
around on the ice.  He takes a sip.

INT. AIRPORT GATE - DAY

Robert exits with his briefcase and hanging bag, two SECURITY
MEN trailing him.  He sees Barbara and Caroline, his wife
and daughter, waiting by the their station wagon.  They wave.

									37.


INT. CAR - DAY

On the way home from the airport.  Caroline drives carefully
with Barbara in the front seat and Robert in back.

				ROBERT
		What's it like?
			(thinks)
		Imagine you're being accosted by a
		swarm of beggars in the heart of
		Calcutta, except the beggars are
		wearing $1500 suits and they don't
		say "please" or "thank you."

				CAROLINE
		What about legalizing everything?
		Has anybody talked about that?

				ROBERT
		Fine -- legalization.  Okay,
		forgetting all of our international
		trade agreements, legalize
		everything today.  The Government
		inserts itself into all drug
		transactions.  The U.S. becomes a
		giant pharmacy.  Our borders are
		mobbed, lines of people from here
		to Europe wanting to smoke, snort
		and shoot themselves into oblivion.

				BARBARA
			(lightly)
		Like a Grateful Dead Concert.

				ROBERT
		Drugs begin pouring out of America
		into every other country in the
		world.  Canada is completely
		overwhelmed.

				CAROLINE
		What if every country legalized at
		the same time?

				ROBERT
			(smiles)
		Somehow, I don't see that happening.

INT. WAKEFIELD DINING ROOM - EVENING

From the hallway we see Robert and Barbara and Caroline
having dinner.  A family tableau.  We hear Barbara talking,
the murmur of the days events.

									38.


In the room, Barbara continues her dinner table thoughts.
Robert has a good deal of reading material stacked on the
table.

				BARBARA
		So you know we put the case before
		the arbitration panel, none of whom
		had any expertise.  Superfund is
		just one of those words.  People
		stop paying attention.

				ROBERT
		That's frustrating.

				BARBARA
		It's so frustrating.

There is wine on the table and Caroline is allowed a glass.
Her parents watch her take a responsible sip.

				CAROLINE
			(to Robert)
		Did you meet the President?

				BARBARA
		Honey, your father knows the
		President.

				ROBERT
		As it happens, the President of the
		United States, my new boss, the
		leader of the free world, has me
		penciled in for some "face time".

				CAROLINE
		Will we get invited to the White
		House?

				ROBERT
		I don't know.

				CAROLINE
		How long's the job?

				ROBERT
		It's a presidential appointment
		so... until I quit or get fired.

				BARBARA
		Czar for life, just like a real czar.

				CAROLINE
		That makes mom the Czarina.  I'm a
		Czarette.  Like Anastasia.

									39.


Caroline thinks about this.

				CAROLINE (CONT'D)
		None of my friends can fucking
		believe my dad is the actual Drug
		Czar.

				BARBARA
		Caroline --

				CAROLINE
		Sorry, but I mean, come on.

Robert doesn't know if she's putting him down.

				CAROLINE (CONT'D)
		It's great, daddy.  It's just
		amazing, that's all.

They all look at each other.  Caroline sips her wine.

							CUT TO:

INT. SAN DIEGO JAIL - DAY

In the intake area of a busy San Diego precinct, Helena sits
on a bench and regroups.  Detectives move past her.
Handcuffed criminals are separated, bagged and tagged.

A beautifully dressed man, ARNIE METZGER, 30's, super-
lawyer, knows everyone from the top of the system to the
bottom, slick but likable, smart and ruthless, too, separates
himself from a DETECTIVE he's gladhanding and approaches
Helena.

				ARNIE
		Helena, I'm so sorry --

				HELENA
		Arnie, thank God.

Metzger sits, giving her a hug.

				HELENA (CONT'D)
		Can you please tell me what on
		earth is going on?

Arnie looks at her as if to say, "do you really not know?"
Then, he speaks quietly with his hand in front of his mouth.

				ARNIE
		I understand.  You're upset.  You
		want to know what's going on.
		That's good.

									40.


				HELENA
		Why are you talking like that?

				ARNIE
		Listen to me carefully.  First of
		all, Carl isn't here.  DEA's got
		him and they'll hang on to him
		until arraignment, which will
		probably be tomorrow.  So here
		you're wasting your time.  Are you
		with me?

He checks to see if this is registering.

				ARNIE (CONT'D)
		Good.  From now on I want you to
		expect that every word you utter
		will be tape-recorded, that the
		movement of your lips is being read.
		Got it?

				HELENA
		Arnie, this is crazy.

He makes eye contact with her.

				ARNIE
		Got it?
			(she slowly nods)
		Good.  Do not discuss anything over
		the telephone.  Do not talk to the
		neighbors.  Stay out of your yard.

				HELENA
		What is he being charged with?

				ARNIE
		I don't know, but under no
		circumstances would I talk about it
		here.  I want you to go home and
		relax the best you can.  Continue
		your life as if nothing has happened.
		That is very important.

				HELENA
		Arnie, I feel like Alice stepping
		through the looking glass.

				ARNIE
		That's a very apt analogy, Helena.
		Now, go home and be with your
		children.

									41.


EXT. BUILDING PARKING LOT - DAY

Helena exits.  Her expression is set as she drives.  She
turns a corner in the shopping district, passing

JAVIER AND MANOLO

who are walking down the street.  Tourists, drunk Marines
and the homeless piss away another day.

We follow them into a bar with blackened windows and a
discrete sign.

INT. BAR - DAY

This is a place where men come to meet men.  And it's
already lively even at this early hour.  Javier and Manolo
find a seat and wait.

LATER

Javi is working on his second beer when he seems to recognize
somebody.

ACROSS THE ROOM

Francisco "Frankie" Flowers has entered the bar.  Javi
watches him circulate through the room then settle at the
bar.  Javier finishes his beer, rises, and takes the empty
seat next to Francisco.  Manolo watches.

Very quickly Javi strikes up a conversation.  We don't hear
what they're saying but it doesn't matter because Francisco
clearly likes Javi.

Off Francisco's anticipatory smile --

OMITTED

OMITTED

EXT. MILITARY BASE - MEXICO - DAY

The back of a blue van opens and a blindfolded Francisco
falls onto the ground.

Surrounding him are Javi and Salazar, who watch as two of
Salazar's MEN drag Francisco away toward an abandoned
mission-style building.

				SALAZAR
			(clearly pleased with Javi)
		I'm curious how you did this with
		such economy.

									42.


				JAVIER
		Everybody has a weakness.

							CUT TO:

EXT. SOMEBODY'S PARENTS' MANSION, CINCINNATI - NIGHT

With its old-growth trees and manipulated shrubbery, the
large house is shrouded in the mystery of well-heeled
suburbia.  It is very late.

INT. SOMEBODY'S PARENTS' MANSION - NIGHT

Somebody's parents are out of town and the house feels empty.
Big empty rooms with expensive furniture nobody sits on.
Faint MUSIC echoes through the house.

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

High ceilings of a 1930's kitchen.  Vodka bottles and
cranberry juice and limes are spilled across a counter.  ON
THE RHODES AGAIN by Morcheeba plays from a jam-box on a
counter.

Maybe ten TEENAGERS are partying hard in this kitchen.  It's
weird and disassociated, people wandering in and out,
playing with kitchen utensils, heavily fucked up.

There are drugs on a mirror on the eat-in table.  Caroline
and Seth and two friends sit around this table.  VANESSA,
16, almost pretty, is hitting a freebase pipe and holds the
hit.  FUCKED-UP BOWMAN, 17, super-preppy with a wan, Baby
Huey face, takes a slug of vodka.

They are jittery, sweaty, tweaked, fucked-up --

				CAROLINE
		All I'm saying, what I'm saying, is
		it never seems like anybody ever
		says anything that matters to them,
		like we all look at each other and
		nod with responses we've been
		trained to make, not real responses,
		just social conventions, phony,
		fake smiles, surface bullshit... I
		mean, we're all smart and do we
		have any idea what each other are
		like, really like?  Do I know what
		Seth's afraid of, or Vanessa, or
		fucked-up Bowman?

Everyone looks at Fucked-up Bowman who grinds his jaw
appreciatively --

									43.


				CAROLINE (CONT'D)
		... Probably, but do I ever say
		this stuff, just say, "hey, I'm
		uncomfortable in this crowd, I
		don't know what the fuck I'm doing,
		either?  I know you're afraid and
		it's okay --"

Seth's words come quickly, they're riffing, totally in sync,
totally wired --

				SETH
		We act like we have all the answers
		and we're totally invincible like
		our parents seem and their parents
		before them and it's fucking
		bullshit --

Fucked-up Bowman takes another slug of vodka and almost pukes.

				FUCKED-UP BOWMAN
		For instance --

				SETH
		For instance I know you jack-off
		thinking about Caroline even though
		you're supposedly "in love" with
		Vanessa.  Whatever the fuck that
		means?
			(a digression)
		I mean, what is that convention,
		anyway?  We're all these random
		collections of self-interest, and
		then we just decide that now we're
		two people walking along --

Caroline expels a hit of rock cocaine --

				CAROLINE
		And Vanessa doesn't think she's
		pretty so she does all these weird
		fucking diets which is totally
		about self-esteem.  And she's
		beautiful.
			(beat)
		And that's not even fair.  Because
		listen to me.  I'm fucking lying
		right now.  This is exactly what
		I'm talking about... I'm supposedly
		talking about you, making some big
		point about you, and it's really
		about me.
				(MORE)

									44.


				CAROLINE (CONT'D)
		So I should talk about me, not you,
		not even the universal "you..."
			(takes a beat)
		Okay.  Okay, I'm worried I'm not
		really smart or that I'm not nearly
		as smart as people think I am, or
		that my parents' expectations have
		been way too high since I was five,
		I mean who knows they're going to
		Harvard when they're five, not that
		I'm blaming them for anything
		because everything's great, and I
		may not even get in, but we all
		feel this shit and we never
		acknowledge it and if we can't
		acknowledge it to the people we
		care the most about then who will
		we ever say it too and what kind of
		life will that be?

They all look at each other with love.  This is an adventure
and they're having a connection --

				FUCKED-UP BOWMAN
		I jack-off thinking about Seth.
		Everybody I know does.

Bowman does another huge hit of freebase.

				CAROLINE
			(disgusted)
		Ach, that's what I'm talking about.
		Sarcasm.  Always fucking sarcasm.
		You're afraid and you think if you
		admit it people will think you're
		weak or won't like you --

				SETH
		We live our lives by these unspoken
		rules that are handed to us.

They all look at each other, vibrating with the moment --

				VANESSA
		Let's be different --

				FUCKED-UP BOWMAN
		I can't feel my hands.

Bowman looks around, squinting, confused.  He's chalk white.

				FUCKED-UP BOWMAN (CONT'D)
		I'm serious --

									45.


Suddenly, he clutches his chest and begins to twitch.  Puke
and foam come from his mouth.  He seizes and falls from the
chair.  Vanessa SCREAMS.

Seth and Caroline push the table aside to get a better look.
Other people in the kitchen slowly take notice.

				VANESSA
		He's blue.  He isn't breathing --

				CAROLINE
		Is he breathing?

Bowman's eyes have rolled back in his head.

				SETH
		What do we do?  Okay.  Fucked-up
		Bowman's turning blue.  Doctor.  We
		need a doctor.

				VANESSA
		Your dad's a doctor.  Call him --

				SETH
		He's a research doctor.  You're
		dad's a doctor, too --

				VANESSA
		What kind of research?

				SETH
		Mapping the fucking pig genome.
		We'll call your dad, he's a
		neurosurgeon --

				VANESSA
		It's three a.m.  I'm not supposed
		to be here.  I snuck out --

				CAROLINE
		Are you kidding...  I'm staying
		with you --

				SETH
		He's gonna fucking die right here
		on the kitchen floor --

				ANOTHER KID
		He can't.  My parents are in
		Barbados --

OMITTED

									46.


EXT. SUBURBAN HOSPITAL EMERGENCY ENTRANCE - NIGHT

The Taurus wagon races up to the emergency room of Suburban
Hospital.  The back door opens and Bowman tumbles out onto
the wheelchair ramp under the fluorescent lights.

The car screeches around the circle --

ACROSS THE PARKING LOT

TWO OFFICERS in a police car see the body tumble out of the
car.

The cop car wheels around and cuts off the egress of the
Taurus wagon --

INT. FORD TAURUS WAGON - NIGHT

Seth is behind the wheel.  Caroline and Vanessa are in the
back.  They stare out at the cops getting out of the cruiser.

				SETH
		Nobody has anything on them, right?

							CUT TO:

OMITTED

INT. TORTURE ROOM - BARRACKS - DAY

Francisco is strapped naked into a chair.  Duct tape covers
his mouth.  His face is bruised and swollen.  A cruel
TORTURER talks to him calmly while dumping chili powder into
a container of soda water.

				TORTURER
		We know Tijuana Cartel gunmen
		killed our chief of intelligence,
		Francisco.  We know you killed
		police commanders in Tijuana and
		Mexico City.  Why do you resist?

He approaches Francisco and begins shaking up the soda water.
He rips the tape off his mouth.

				FRANCISCO
		My father is rich.  He'll pay you.

				TORTURER
		Not the correct answer, my friend.

The torturer puts another strip of duct tape across
Francisco's mouth.

									47.


				TORTURER (CONT'D)
		We know that you went after the
		neighbor of General Salazar, a
		simple alfalfa farmer.  His grand-
		daughter was shot.  This is stupid
		behavior, Francisco.

Francisco starts to squirm and whimper.  The torturer closes
one of Francisco's nostrils and sprays the pepper-laced
water into the other nostril.

It's like a bomb went off in Francisco's brain.  He SCREAMS
and passes out.  Blood and mucous oozes out of his nose.

INT. BARRACKS - MEXICAN MILITARY BASE - DAY

Javier stands guard outside a door, listening  to the
strangulated SCREAMS of Francisco.  He's sickened.

ACROSS THE COURTYARD

Manolo ignores Francisco's CRIES, while shooting the shit
with several of Salazar's MEN, who laugh appreciatively at
something he's said.

							CUT TO:

EXT. AYALA HOME, SAN DIEGO - NIGHT

Valet parkers in uniform work the driveway.  The party is
ablaze and there are lights in the trees.  A Lester Lanin-
like band plays a STANDARD that drifts across the grounds.

EXT. AYALA HOME - NIGHT

A conservative monied crowd mingles.  Helena is talking with
a GROUP of rich people who include her friends, Nan, Stewie
and Alex, from the country-club, and their HUSBANDS.

				STEWIE
		This is fabulous, Helena.  What a
		turnout.

				HELENA
		Thank you so much, but I had a lot
		of help.

Helena circles away.  As Helena leaves, the women speak
their minds --

				NAN
		It's a turnout because it's a
		spectacle.  Can you imagine?

									48.


				ALEX
		I've met her husband, as nice as
		they come.

				STEWIE
		It teaches me a valuable lesson...
			(re: the nice house)
		Apparently crime pays.

				NAN
		Silly, you knew that already.

ON THE STAGE

The band stops playing and steps aside as a man in a tuxedo
takes the microphone.  Behind the band is a huge "A.L.A. -
Adult Literacy Advocates" Banner.

				TUXEDO
		Hello. Thank you.  Thank you all. I
		have the results of the silent
		auction...

							CUT TO:

INT. JUVENILE DETENTION, CINCINNATI - HOLDING CELL - MORNING

Caroline Wakefield lies on a bench in a grey-walled holding
cell.  She wears paper slippers and her belt has been
removed.  Even youth can't disguise her hangover.

INT. SOCIAL WORKER OFFICE - MORNING

Caroline is perched on the edge of her chair.  Across the
desk from her is a tired SOCIAL WORKER, 40's, who has been
assigned Caroline's case and is giving her the "exit"
interview.

				SOCIAL WORKER
		... How old are you?

				CAROLINE
		Sixteen

				SOCIAL WORKER
		Live with your parents?

				CAROLINE
		Yes.

				SOCIAL WORKER
		Parents still together?

									49.


				CAROLINE
		Yes.

				SOCIAL WORKER
		Do you work?

				CAROLINE
		I volunteer.  I read to blind
		people.  One day a week for two
		hours.

				SOCIAL WORKER
		In school?

				CAROLINE
		Cincinnati Country Day.

The Social worker looks up from her questionnaire and sees
Caroline for the first time.

				SOCIAL WORKER
		Private?

				CAROLINE
		Yeah.

				SOCIAL WORKER
		How are your grades?

				CAROLINE
		I'm third in my class.

				SOCIAL WORKER
		What's that mean?

				CAROLINE
		I get A's.  All A's.

				SOCIAL WORKER
		You do?  What else you do?

				CAROLINE
			(her college resume)
		I'm a National Merit Finalist.  I'm
		on the Hi-Q team and the Math team.
		I'm in the Spanish Club.  I'm a
		Thespian.  I'm Vice-President of my
		class.  I'm on the volleyball team.

The social worker pushes the forms she's filling out away
and looks again at Caroline --

									50.


				SOCIAL WORKER
		You wanna tell me what you're doing
		here, Caroline?

INT. JUVENILE DETENTION - MORNING

A cold institutional lobby with hard plastic chairs and bad
lighting.  Government workers move behind thick glass
windows with tiny mesh screens cut into them for talking.

Barbara Wakefield sits on one of the uncomfortable chairs.
She's alone and has been crying.  There's the sound of
heavily locked doors OPENING and Caroline appears.

Barbara stands and wraps Caroline in her arms.

				BARBARA
		Oh, honey.  Are you all right?

Caroline begins to cry into her mother's chest.

EXT. JUVI JAIL - MORNING

It's an early morning as Barbara Wakefield escorts her
daughter from the bland government building.

				CAROLINE
		Did you tell Dad?

				BARBARA
		Not yet.

				CAROLINE
		Are you going to?

				BARBARA
		I don't know.

				CAROLINE
		Is this bad for him?

				BARBARA
		What do you think?

The streets are deserted.  Their Saab wagon sits forlornly
under grey skies in an uncovered public parking lot.

							CUT TO:

INT. DAVID'S ROOM - NIGHT

Helena slips into David's room and quietly watches him sleep.

									51.


INT. STUDY - LATER

Still wearing her evening gown, Helena collapses into a
chair, exhausted.  A TAP at the door startles her.

It's Arnie Metzger, who goes to the bar and pours himself a
strong one.  They sit opposite each other and neither speaks
for a while.

				HELENA
			(quietly)
		I am on the board of my son's
		school.  I had a fundraiser for
		A.L.V. in my front yard.  I have a
		right to know if my husband is a
		legitimate businessman.

				ARNIE
		Of course he is.  I've known him
		for twenty years and he doesn't
		jaywalk...

Helena is relieved, but she's not looking at Arnie and when
she does she sees him shaking his head in a very definitive,
"No."

Arnie stands and continues talking as he walks to the
windows and shuts the blinds one by one.

				ARNIE (CONT'D)
		... Carl is a very important member
		of this community and when we're
		through suing the police and the
		district attorney and the DEA,
		they'll have to rename the public
		parks for your husband.

The blinds are closed.  Arnie crosses to Helena and talks
very softly in her ear.  She's a beautiful woman and Arnie
manages to make this act seem both practical and
inappropriate.

				ARNIE (CONT'D)
			(whispering)
		Your husband is very good at his
		job...

Helena leans back and looks at Arnie.  He whispers more --

				ARNIE (CONT'D)
		Which is smuggling illegal drugs
		into this country.

									52.


EXT. AYALA HOME - NIGHT

Workers break down the party under the watchful eye of the
party planner.  The neighborhood is quiet.  There is a
telephone repair van parked up the street.

INT. VAN - NIGHT

Castro and Gordon have visual and audio equipment trained on
the Ayala home.  They both wear headsets.

GORDON'S POV: the blinds covering Helena's study glowing
peacefully.

				CASTRO
		They're whispering.  I can't hear
		them, but I know it.  I smell
		conspiracy.  I feel the lie
		vibrating out of the home.

				GORDON
		She ain't in on it.

				CASTRO
		I have dreams about this, actual
		dreams about busting the top
		people, the rich people, the white
		people.

				GORDON
		I'm telling you, she doesn't know
		shit.

				CASTRO
		She knows Arnie Metzger.

				GORDON
		So does half of San Diego.

				CASTRO
		You want to make a wager on this?

INT. STUDY - NIGHT

The music is still playing.  Helena looks numb.  She motions
Arnie to her.  He leans in.

				HELENA
		If all our assets are frozen and
		our "sales force" has scattered...
		How am I supposed to survive?  I'm
		giving birth in three months.  How
		do I get through this?

									53.


				ARNIE
		You're gonna get through it, but
		the first thing we do is get
		Michael Adler to represent Carl.
		We get Adler and we beat this thing.

				HELENA
		How much do I pay him?

				ARNIE
		I suspect he'll accept his payment
		in publicity.

							CUT TO:

EXT. WAKEFIELD HOUSE - NIGHT

A large, well-maintained Colonial on Mockingbird Valley
Road, an upper-middle class neighborhood in the wealthy East
End of Cincinnati.  Leaves fall on the Saab wagon in the
driveway.

INT. ROBERT'S STUDY - NIGHT

Robert is looking at Caroline and he's not happy.  Barbara
is there, at a neutral distance from both of them.

				ROBERT
		Caroline?  How well did you know
		this boy who overdosed?

She looks up beseechingly.

				CAROLINE
		He didn't hang around us.  He's
		like one of those hippie kids.  I'm
		not part of that group.  It was a
		party in all these rooms.  His
		girlfriend who I barely know was
		completely hysterical... He's blue,
		he's puking... We didn't want to
		get in trouble, but what were we
		supposed to do?
			(beat)
		I mean, what would you have done if
		you had been us?

				BARBARA
		How well do you know this boy,
		Seth, who was driving?  You know
		the police have charged him with a
		DUI and possession of marijuana.

									54.


				CAROLINE
		He's a friend.  He's also like the
		only one who was dealing with the
		situation.  He'd definitely had a
		few beers, but it's not like he
		wanted to drive.  We didn't know
		what else to do.
			(beat)
		It wasn't my pot.

She searches her parents' faces.  It has been a convincing
performance and she expects victory.

				ROBERT
		Okay, honey.  We understand.
		You're mother and I have to talk.

Caroline is confused by this reaction.

				BARBARA
		Honey, we'd like to talk alone.

Caroline stands abruptly --

				CAROLINE
		Like always.

Caroline leaves the study and shuts the door harder than
necessary.

Robert and Barbara look at each other, raising their eyebrows
and breathing deeply --

				ROBERT
		I think she's lying.

				BARBARA
		Me, too.

				ROBERT
			(reaching a decision)
		We'll ground her, clip her wings a
		bit.  School and scheduled
		activities and that's it until
		further notice.  This has to be
		handled delicately.  Dan Kelly, in
		the District Attorney's office,
		will probably help us out, quietly.
		Christ, this could be embarrassing.

				BARBARA
		Honey, this is difficult, but we've
		all had our moments.  I tried --

									55.


				ROBERT
		Stop.  You experimented in college.
		I don't want to hear about that.

				BARBARA
		Should we take the quotes off
		experiment and call it what it is?

				ROBERT
		This is different.

				BARBARA
		Why?

				ROBERT
		To begin with, she's only sixteen
		years-old.

				BARBARA
		I think she has to find out for
		herself, on her own.  We have to
		allow her space --

				ROBERT
		Space for what?  To O.D. like that
		other kid?  I will not send the
		message that this type of behavior
		is okay with her parents.  Because
		it isn't.  Correct?

				BARBARA
		We don't want to push her away.
		These are growing experiences.

Robert looks at his wife, then it dawns on him.

				ROBERT
		How long have you known about this?

No response.

				ROBERT (CONT'D)
			(yelling)
		How long have you known?

				BARBARA
		Six months.  I found some marijuana,
		that's all.  And a little pipe
		about two inches long.  I talked
		with her.  She said her friends
		smoked pot and drank --

									56.


				ROBERT
		Explain to me how you could think
		that I shouldn't know about this.
		Explain to me how this wouldn't be
		relevant to me.  As a parent.

				BARBARA
		She asked me not to.

He leaves the room.

INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT

Robert is in the hallway, at Caroline's door.  He opens it
and we get BLASTED WITH MUSIC.

Caroline is sitting in a rocking chair with headphones on.
She faces the window and moves back and forth, back and forth.

Robert calls her name, but the SOUNDTRACK is drowning him out.

He calls again, this time apparently loud enough for her to
hear.  She takes the headphones off - the MUSIC stops - and
turns to look at him.  Or rather, she looks right through
him, as though he didn't exist.  Robert is so taken aback by
the coldness of her gaze that he doesn't speak.

She turns away from him and puts the headphones back on.

							CUT TO:

EXT. MILITARY BASE - MEXICO - DAY

Javier and Salazar walk across the base.  Salazar is feeling
ebullient and it shows.

				SALAZAR
		You watch and learn.  I earn his
		trust.  Then more pain.  Then I
		appear with kindness.  Within a
		week he will follow me around like
		a dog.

				JAVIER
		But will he be house-trained?

				SALAZAR
		When he loves me like a father, he
		will never tell anyone he was here.
		He will freely give the names of
		his superiors.  Then we get them
		and they too will give us names.
				(MORE)

									57.


				SALAZAR (CONT'D)
		And eventually somebody will get us
		to Juan Obregon and the cartel will
		fall.

They enter the barracks.

INT. CELL - MEXICAN MILITARY BASE - DAY

It's pitch black in the cell.  There's a human in here, but
we can't see him.

Suddenly the door is thrown open and light floods in,
illuminating a very broken Francisco Flores.

The figure of Commander Salazar fills the doorway.

				SALAZAR
		This is shameful.  A disgrace.
		Francisco Flores --

Francisco cowers in the corners --

				SALAZAR
		It's all right, son.  It's all
		right.  Salazar is here.  You're
		among gentlemen, now.  This shameful
		treatment will stop immediately.
			(calling out)
		Guard!

A GUARD appears in the doorway.  Francisco is spooked.

				SALAZAR (CONT'D)
		I want to know who is responsible
		for this treatment.

				GUARD
		Yes, sir!

				SALAZAR
		We aren't barbarians.

				GUARD
		Yes, sir!

				SALAZAR
		Bring this man a change of good
		clothes.  Has he eaten?

				GUARD
		I don't know, sir.

									58.


				SALAZAR
			(to Francisco)
		You will dine with me from now on.

Francisco moves closer to Salazar already feeling safe in
his presence.

							CUT TO:

INT. COURTHOUSE, SAN DIEGO - DAY

A packed courthouse.  Carl is at the defense table.  He
doesn't look at Helena who sits in the gallery next to Arnie
Metzger.

The PROSECUTOR is finishing his argument --

				PROSECUTOR
		This is a man who heads a large
		criminal organization with
		international contacts we can only
		begin to understand.  Our case
		against him is very strong.  He is
		not a flight risk.  His flight is
		assured.  The people ask that your
		honor denies bail.

The prosecutor sits.  Carl's defense lawyer, MICHAEL ADLER,
from the Georgetown party, stands and speaks.

				ADLER
		My client is no more a flight risk
		than your Honor or the able
		prosecutor.  He is a pillar of his
		community, a family man with a wife
		and child in La Jolla, the community
		where he has made his home for over
		twenty years.  As our defense will
		quickly show, my client is guilty
		of nothing more than being a handy
		target for an admitted criminal.
		Therefore we ask that you release
		Carl Ayala on his own recognizance.

Adler sits.  The JUDGE makes a quick decision.

				JUDGE
		I'm gonna deny bail.

The judge SLAMS his gavel.  The crowd is on its feet.  Carl
tries to get a glimpse of Helena.  They make eye contact.
Reporters from the press gallery are yelling for Helena.
Arnie ushers her away.

									59.


EXT. COURTHOUSE - DAY

Adler, Arnie, and Helena push through a crowd toward her car.
There are several reporters there who ask questions --

				REPORTER
		Mrs. Ayala, were you aware your
		husband is the largest cocaine
		smuggler in America?

				ADLER
		Alleged, people, alleged.

Helena gets into her car and slams the door.  Adler faces
the reporters.

				REPORTER #2
		Mrs. Ayala is it true your husband
		has ordered a hit on Eduardo Ruiz?

Adler is in a role he relishes.  Helena drives away.  We
move up to Gordon, who is watching from the hotel window
across the street.  He speaks into a walkie-talkie, and a
car down below pulls out to follow Helena.

				ADLER
		Carl Ayala sits on the board of the
		Children's Hospital.  He is heavily
		involved with Adult Literacy.  He
		has a small boy and another child
		on the way.  If you spread this
		kind of innuendo, you can expect
		legal recourse.  Are we clear on
		this point?

							CUT TO:

INT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING - EARLY MORNING

The marble government corridors are empty.  No one is in yet.
One office has lights on.

INT. A.D.A. KELLY'S OFFICE - EARLY MORNING

Robert Wakefield talks with an Assistant District Attorney,
DAN KELLY, 40's.

				ROBERT
		I appreciate you coming in so early.

									60.


				A.D.A. KELLY
		Judge Wakefield, it's an honor to
		handle it for you.  Consider it
		gone away.  She's a minor; it
		probably would've expunged on her
		18th birthday anyway.

				ROBERT
		Still, this was a sensitive issue
		for me and I wanted to thank you
		personally.

				A.D.A. KELLY
		Like I said, open container, P.I.,
		Misdemeanor possession.  Easy to
		make it disappear.  For you, poof,
		it's gone.

A.D.A. Kelly thinks a moment, then tries for tact.

				A.D.A. KELLY (CONT'D)
		One thing bothers me...  That kid
		they dropped off had coke and
		heroin in him.  Serious amounts.
		He's lucky he lived.  So I gotta
		ask: what's your daughter on?

				ROBERT
		I don't know what you mean.

				A.D.A. KELLY
		I mean, did you ask her?  What kind
		of drugs has she tried?

Robert is silent for a beat.

				ROBERT
		I... I don't really know.

				A.D.A. KELLY
		Is she in any kind of therapy...
		professional help?

				ROBERT
		No, of course not.  She's one of
		the top students at her school.

				A.D.A. KELLY
		Well, I hope it stays that way.

INT. ROBERT'S CAR - EARLY MORNING

Robert in his car, thinking.  The streets are empty.  He
picks up the cell phone.

									61.


				ROBERT
			(into phone)
		It's Robert.  Wipe your schedule
		clean for the next three days.  I'm
		tired of talking to experts who
		never set foot outside the beltway.
		It's time to see the front lines.

INT. CAROLINE WAKEFIELD'S BATHROOM - MORNING

Caroline sits on the toilet in her private bathroom.  She's
not going to the bathroom, it's a seat and she's wearing her
pajamas.  She's reading a magazine.  The exhaust fan is on.

There are pictures of her and her friends on the walls:
goofy pictures from camp, from school, a collage she's made
with cutouts from magazine pictures and copy.

On the sink next to her is a little square of well-charred
aluminum foil; she's done many hits.  She leans over and
picks up a small piece of crack cocaine from a small pile in
her soap dish.  She drops it on a clean place on the foil.
She picks up a lighter and the tube of a ball point pen
she's turned into a straw.

She heats the bottom of the foil.  The crack "crackles."
She chases the smoke across the foil.  A huge hit.  She
leans her head back, her eyes roll back, she tries to focus
on the magazine, on anything, she stares up at the ceiling.
She holds it as long as she can then blows it toward the
exhaust fan.

Caroline looks at her watch.  It's 7:20.  She stands
suddenly, unsteadily.  She looks at herself in the mirror.
She's really high and indecisive.  She looks around wildly.
She sees the shower.  She turns it on.  She drops her pajamas.

She goes back to the foil and hits another piece of the
rock, taking another really big hit.  She crushes the foil
and flushes it down the toilet.  She hops in the shower.

IN THE SHOWER

The water streams over her face.  After a long beat she
finally exhales the smoke of the hit through the water and
steam.  She's in ecstacy.

It's almost time to leave for school.

							CUT TO:

									62.


EXT. LA JOLLA PLAYGROUND - DAY

Helena reads a book, Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert, and
keeps an eye on David, who is playing on the monkey bars.

ACROSS THE ROAD at a careful distance is the ubiquitous
telephone repair van.  On the roof a parabolic mike swivels
around.

INT. TELEPHONE REPAIR VAN - DAY

Castro and Gordon watch Helena via a small surveillance
monitor.

				GORDON
		You should see little Montel play.
		Little Montel is the next Maradona.

				CASTRO
		Maradona is a cokehead.  Hand of
		God, my ass.  We're wasting our
		time here.

				GORDON
		He won.  He was a winner.  That
		bothers you.

				CASTRO
		Winners don't do coke.  Or haven't
		you been reading the bumper stickers?

Gordon looks at the monitor --

				GORDON
		What do we have here?

ON THE MONITOR:

David kicking a soccer ball with an older strange man,
TIGRILLO, Latino, 40's, fit and tough looking.

The man is very good.  He juggles the ball and bounces it
off his head and David follows him away from the center of
the playground.

EXT. PLAYGROUND - CONTINUOUS

Helena notices David moving away while playing with the man.
She follows, then begins to jog after them.

				HELENA
		David, come back here this minute.
		David!

									63.


As she closes distance the man stops juggling the ball and
abruptly picks up David and begins swinging him around by
his arms.  David is having fun as Helena approaches.

				HELENA (CONT'D)
		David --

				DAVID
		We're playing!

The strange man swings David up so that he's under his arm.

				STRANGE MAN
		Yeah, this is fun.

				HELENA
		Please put down my son.

The man holds David.

				STRANGE MAN
		Shouldn't let your kid wander off
		with strangers.

				HELENA
		Thank you.  That's a valuable
		lesson.  David, come on.

The strange man holds David tighter so that he's no longer
having fun.  He begins to wriggle --

				STRANGE MAN
		Mrs. Ayala --

This gets her attention --

				STRANGE MAN (CONT'D)
		Your husband owes a lot of money.
		Enough that snapping this kid's
		neck wouldn't nearly cover it.

David begins to cry.  Helena looks around wildly for help.

				STRANGE MAN (CONT'D)
		You better come up with it in a
		hurry or your kid is going to
		disappear, and he won't turn up
		until the evening news.

He drops David who runs to his mother.

				STRANGE MAN (CONT'D)
		You get exactly one warning.

									64.


The strange man moves away across the field.

				STRANGE MAN (CONT'D)
		The first payment is three million
		dollars.

He continues walking away.

INT. TELEPHONE REPAIR VAN - DAY

Gordon and Castro stare with rapt attention.

				GORDON
		Are you getting this on tape?

				CASTRO
		I love my job.  I love it.  The
		next time I'm having a bad day you
		gotta remind me of right now and
		I'll get over it.

							CUT TO:

EXT. BARRACKS - NIGHT

Javier and Manolo stand guard outside the front door of the
dining hall.  Javi smokes a cigarette.

				MANOLO
		A group of us are going out tonight.

				JAVIER
		Who?

				MANOLO
		Guzman, Tomas, Esteban --

				JAVIER
		Your new friends.

				MANOLO
		Yeah.  It should be fun.  You wanna
		come?

				JAVIER
		Not this time.

INT. DINING HALL - BARRACKS - NIGHT

Francisco and Salazar eat at a beautifully set table.  They
are waited on by military officers who serve perfect flan at
the end of the meal.

									65.


				FRANCISCO
		In my home I have B&W speakers.  I
		recently purchased a compact disc
		burner.  I can make my own cd's,
		with whatever music I like, as if I
		bought them at the store, only I
		don't have to pay these crazy prices.

				SALAZAR
		We have much in common.  We both
		attended school in the United
		States, and both of our fathers are
		engineers.

				FRANCISCO
		I got into stereo equipment when I
		was a kid.  Some people don't
		notice the difference but it is
		very important to me.

				SALAZAR
		Of course it is.  Have some more
		wine.

A soldier pours another glass of red for Francisco.

				SALAZAR (CONT'D)
		Now, Francisco, my friend... I must
		know where these men are who killed
		my captains.  Not where they were
		last week, but where they are
		today, and better still, tomorrow.
		You are clever.  You can predict
		where they will be, can't you?

Francisco begins to weep.

Salazar slides a pad of paper toward Francisco who slowly
begins writing.

EXT. TIJUANA NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY

Manolo and Javier pound on the front door of an apartment.
A MAN opens the door and they grab him.

EXT. TIJUANA STREETS - DAY

A MAN walks down the street.  Two SUV's pull up in front of
him.  He starts to run.  Salazar's men jump out and chase him.

Francisco is in the backseat of one of the SUV's, watching.

									66.


EXT. TIJUANA - DAY

An SUV pulls up to a curb.

INT. SUV - DAY

Javier and Manolo and Francisco sit in the SUV.  Francisco
is weeping.

				FRANCISCO
		I can't go home.  I don't want to
		go.  Please don't make me.

He looks beseechingly at them.

				JAVIER
		It's not our decision.

				FRANCISCO
		I'll be killed.

				JAVIER
		Stop complaining.  Nobody knows
		what you've been up to.

They push him out of the SUV.

							CUT TO:

INT. SAN DIEGO JAIL - DAY

Castro and Gordon sit with Eduardo Ruiz in a conference room.
They are recording his statements.

				RUIZ
		Carlos, I mean Carl, started out in
		the family connection business:
		real estate in Tijuana, fishing
		boats out of Ensenada, hydroponic
		raspberries.  He met up with the
		Obregon brothers of the Tijuana
		Cartel who were interested in two
		things: entering society and using
		his fishing boats.

				GORDON
		So you pay off our customs officials?

									67.


				RUIZ
		In Mexico law enforcement is an
		entrepreneurial activity, this is
		not so true for the USA.
			(condescending)
		Using regression analysis we made a
		study of the customs lanes at the
		border and calculated the odds of a
		search.  The odds are not high, and
		we found variables that reduce the
		odds.  We hire drivers with nothing
		to lose.  Then we throw a lot of
		product at the problem.  Some get
		stopped.  Enough get through.  It's
		not difficult.

				CASTRO
		You'd think he wasn't sitting here
		facing life in prison.

				RUIZ
		This has worked for years and it
		will continue to work for years.
		NAFTA makes everything more
		difficult for you.  The border is
		disappearing.
			(pointing at them)
		You people are like those Japanese
		soldiers left behind on deserted
		islands who think that World War II
		is still going on.
			(with total disdain)
		Let me be the first to  tell you,
		your government surrendered this
		war a long time ago.

				GORDON
			(to Castro)
		This attitude's not gonna help him
		any, is it?

				RUIZ
		I got greedy.  I decided to bring a
		little in on my own and somebody
		tipped you off.  That was my
		mistake.  Carl would never be so
		stupid.

				GORDON
		He hired you.  That was a mistake.

									68.


				RUIZ
		Carl and I were friends from
		childhood.  He was loyal, that's
		not a mistake.

EXT. TIJUANA - SAN DIEGO BORDER CROSSING - DAY

Car after car, an unending multi-lane stream of vehicles
moving into the U.S.  Any of these cars could be carrying
drugs.

INT. CUSTOMS CONTROL BOOTH - DAY

On an elevated walkway, this booth commands a view of
everything.  Robert and Sheridan listen to an OFFICIAL give
the spiel.

				OFFICIAL
		The busiest land border crossing in
		the world.  Over forty-one thousand
		vehicles per day, twenty-two
		thousand pedestrians on foot.  I
		think we do a pretty good job but
		we know a lot of drugs are still
		getting through.

				ROBERT
		Any idea how much?

				OFFICIAL
		I've read official estimates but I
		wouldn't bet my house on them.
		I've heard the entire cocaine
		supply for the United States can
		fit into four tractor-trailers.
			(gestures to the traffic)
		At least a half-dozen of those cars
		right out there are carrying a load
		of dope, with drivers employed by
		people who don't give a damn if
		they're caught or not.

				ROBERT
		What do you look for?

				OFFICIAL
		We ask questions and measure the
		answers.  When something doesn't
		ring true, a fact that doesn't make
		sense, a slight hesitation, then
		it's off to secondary for a closer
		look.  Before NAFTA we had about
		1.9 million trucks a year.
				(MORE)

									69.


				OFFICIAL (CONT'D)
		Now it's almost double.  Pretty
		soon there'll be Mexican truck
		companies that will have as much
		freedom in crossing the border as
		American truck companies.

				ROBERT
		Any way we can do it better?

				OFFICIAL
		Sure.  More money in intelligence
		on their side of the border.  So we
		have a better idea who we're
		looking for.  More dogs.  More
		people.  Supposed to be getting
		some giant x-ray machines to run
		the trucks through.  Outside of
		martial law that's about the best
		you're gonna do.
			(beat)
		But, I should tell you, there are
		two things that really have us on
		edge right now.
			(beat)
		In the last six months seizures
		have tripled, even though we're
		pulling over the same number of
		cars.  What does that tell you?

				ROBERT
		That triple the amount of stuff is
		going through.

				OFFICIAL
		Right.  But, that's not the biggest
		problem.  One of our Intel officers
		picked up information from DEA that
		traffickers have come up with a
		process, a chemical process, to
		turn coke into something else.  It
		doesn't smell like coke.  It
		doesn't look like coke.  And what's
		worse, it doesn't react to field
		test.  It could be anything.  Maybe
		it's already happening.  I mean,
		how would we know?

Robert looks out at the border activity.  It's anarchy.

							CUT TO:

									70.


INT. AYALA STUDY - AFTERNOON

Helena is on the floor surrounded by papers.  She's made
piles of certain things: articles of incorporation,
shipping/transfer documentation, bank statements, credit
card statements.  She holds a telephone to her ear --

				HELENA
			(to phone)
		Yes, hi Jenny, account number 4168
		2245 3173... I need a cash advance.

Helena walks into her kitchen.  It's serene in the afternoon
light.  She fixes ice-cold lemonade and fills two plastic
cups.

				HELENA (CONT'D)
		What's the largest amount I can get?
			(listens)
		Okay, I guess that'll have to do.

Helena hangs up the phone.  She takes the two cups of
lemonade to the front door and steps outside.

EXT. AYALA HOME - AFTERNOON

Helena carries the cups down the driveway.  She presses a
button and the gates swing open.

INT. TELEPHONE REPAIR VAN - AFTERNOON

Gordon and Castro listen to their headsets.  Suddenly --

				VOICE (O.S.)
			(over their headsets)
		Okay.  She's coming out.  She's
		leaving her property.  Okay, she
		seems to be heading for the van!
		She is approaching the van!

Castro and Gordon looks at each other.

				GORDON
		What do we do?

				CASTRO
		I don't know.

There's a KNOCKING at the door of the van.

				GORDON
		What do you think she wants?

									71.


				CASTRO
		She's your girlfriend.  Open it,
		talk about your kids.

Gordon opens the door.  Helena is standing there with the
lemonade.

				HELENA
		I so hope I didn't startle you.  I
		thought you might like some cold
		lemonade.

				GORDON
		Uh... Thank you.

She hands the cups to him.  Helena gathers herself.

				HELENA
		I know this is a difficult situation
		and you're only doing your jobs.  I
		don't bear you any ill-will, but I
		do have a small favor to ask.

				CASTRO
		You want to ask us a favor?

				HELENA
		A man threatened my children.
		These charges have attracted a lot
		of attention and it seems to be
		bringing all the nut-jobs out of
		the nut jar.
			(beat)
		Would you keep an eye out for
		anything out of the ordinary.  I
		don't know what else to do.

				GORDON
		Of course, we will.

				HELENA
		Thank you.

They shut the door to the van and sit for a moment.

				CASTRO
		It's probably poisoned.

Gordon takes a big sip of his.

				GORDON
		It's good.  Not too sweet.

							CUT TO:

									72.


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EXT. TIJUANA STREET - MORNING

This is a questionable neighborhood pushed up against the
edge of poverty.

Anna hurries across the street.

EXT. JAVI'S APARTMENT BUILDING - MORNING

Anna walks up the stairs of a rundown building.  She passes
two PROSTITUTES loitering in the stairwell.

She knocks on a door and Javi, half-dressed for work,
answers.  He's surprised to see her.

				JAVIER
		Anna.  What's wrong?  What do you
		want?

				ANNA
		I can't find Manolo.

				JAVIER
		He's not here.

				ANNA
		He never came home last night.  Was
		he with you?

				JAVIER
		No.

He lets her into the apartment.

INT. JAVI'S APARTMENT - MORNING

A small, clean room with a partition for the sleeping area.

				ANNA
		I'm worried.  Last time he was out
		late, I went through his clothes
		while he was asleep.

She pulls out a plastic packet with the scorpion insignia
and 911 stamped on it.

Javier thinks a beat.

									73.


				JAVIER
		I'll find him.

EXT. ALLEY - TIJUANA - DAY

Javi slams Manolo against the side of building.

				JAVIER
		What the fuck are you doing?
		You're supposed to be at work.
		Look at you.

Manolo is sweaty and crazy-eyed.

				MANOLO
		It's no problem.  I was just with
		everybody we work with.

				JAVIER
		Oh, really.  General Salazar was
		there?

				MANOLO
		No, but a lot of other people.  You
		should come.  You should come out
		with us.

				JAVIER
		Go home.  Get cleaned up.  Get to
		work.  Salazar is heading down to
		Mexico City next week and I'm not
		getting left behind.  Don't fuck
		this up.

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EXT. COFFEE KIOSK - TIJUANA - DAY

Javi buys a cup of coffee.  He turns.  Two men, who will
come to be known as AGENT HUGHES and AGENT JOHNSON, are
standing close.  Agent Hughes speaks without looking at him.

				HUGHES
		The word going around is you're not
		that happy in your work.
			(beat)
		Maybe we can help.

Hughes sticks a business card in Javi's pocket.  Javi
watches them walk away.  It's all done so smoothly and
quickly, it's over before Javi even knows what happened.

									74.


EXT. WEST END - CINCINNATI - DAY

It's the bad part of urban Cincinnati in the daylight:
projects and blighted row houses.  Seth and Caroline walk
with a slouched, alert air.  In their mind's eye they are
prep-school gangsters following a familiar route.

				SETH
		You know my dad takes eight red
		cold pills every day?  He and my
		mom have cocktail hour every night,
		from six to seven, set your clock,
		two bourbons --

				CAROLINE
		Maybe we could show up and smoke a
		little rock with them to unwind --

				SETH
		Yeah, then some dope to take the
		edge off at the end of a long day.

				CAROLINE
		Have you done your homework, honey?

				SETH
		Yes, mom --

				CAROLINE
		Then here's a little bump.

They turn down a street with a lot of activity on it.

				SETH
		Drugs weren't even a problem until
		a hundred years ago when the white
		men in power declared them a
		problem.  Opiates.  But, who was
		using 'em?  Chinese immigrants.
		Slave labor.  And the darkies up in
		the inner cities dancing to them
		evil rhythms of ju-ju music.
		People on the fringe.  Artists.
		Decadent rich people.  And who got
		scared?  White men in power.  Who's
		scared today?  White men in power.
		If J.P. Morgan and John D.
		Rockefeller ever admitted using,
		it'd be a whole different story.

TWO YOUNG STREET DEALERS fall in step with them.  One talks
without moving his lips --

									75.


				STREET DEALER
		What you want?

				SETH
		911, and the come down.

One dealer hurries ahead toward the doorway of a falling-
down building.

				STREET DEALER
		How much?

				SETH
		Two hundred of C, hundred of the
		other.

The dealer looks them over.  He looks behind them down the
street.

				CAROLINE
		Come on... We've been here before.

				STREET DEALER
		Then, let's see your money.

Seth and Caroline are suspicious.  They carefully show money
they both have in their front right pockets.  The dealer
feints like he might grab it.

				STREET DEALER (CONT'D)
		Up the steps.  You the experts.
		You know what to do.

They hurry up the steps into the dingy brownstone.

INT. ROW HOUSE - DAY

They step into the narrow foyer between the outer door and
the inner door.  There are three other PEOPLE waiting
nervously.  An older JUNKIE shoots them a crazy look --

				JUNKIE
		What are you two, about twelve?

				CAROLINE
		Fuck off.

They wait.  Finally, the first dealer appears in the inner
door and lets them through.

									76.


INT. FIRST FLOOR CORRIDOR - DAY

They wait in a line in the narrow, poorly lit corridor.  At
the end of the hall a hatch in a door slides back and the
drugstore is open.  People buy and leave.

Seth and Caroline approach.  In the hatch is a hardened
dealer, 20's, named SKETCH, which is tattooed on his forearm.
He checks out Caroline's body.

				SETH
		Caroline, give me your money.

She hands over her money to Seth who pays and gets the
drugs: gram baggies of rock stamped with a scorpion and
"911," and wax-paper bindles of heroin, also labeled, "911."

Caroline has been watching the transaction.  Sketch makes
slow eye contact with Caroline.  After a beat --

				SKETCH
		Goodbye... Caroline.

Seth and Caroline make their way out of the building.

				SETH
			(under his breath)
		Yeah, right.

EXT. BUILDING - DAY

Seth and Caroline hold hands as they hurry down the steps.
The lookout speaks without moving his lips.

				STREET DEALER
		Now, get the fuck out of here.

Caroline stops suddenly.  She pulls Seth to her and kisses
him hard.  There's no better moment than the one right after
scoring before you start using.

EXT. VILLA ELAINE - DAY

A flophouse of the seediest variety: wino in the doorway,
prostitute taking care of business, everyone fresh out of
institutions and graveyards.

INT. VILLA ELAINE - DAY

They approach the front desk which is behind six inches of
glass.

				SETH
		We'd like room 205.

									77.


				DESKMAN
		Then you hand me twenty-eight
		dollars.

INT. ROOM 205 - VILLA ELAINE - DAY

They enter and the light bulb goes out.  Seth fumbles his
way to the mini-fridge, which he opens, throwing feeble
light across the floor.

They check out the decrepit room: the sloping mattress, the
black and white television bolted to the bureau.  The mini-
fridge.  Caroline bounces on the bed.  They are teenagers.
Seth prepares the drugs by the light of the mini-fridge.

				SETH
		I love this place.

Seth dumps the drugs on the bedside table.  From other
pockets he extracts aluminum foil, lighter, tube.  She
trails away watching him fix the first hit.

				SETH (CONT'D)
		Did Courtney Love play Nancy in Syd
		and Nancy?

				CAROLINE
		I think so.  If she didn't she
		should have.
			(checks her watch)
		I've only got maybe an hour.  Then
		volleyball practice is over and I
		have to be home.

				SETH
		Why?  Nobody's there.

He prepares the first hit.  She does it and lies back.  He
does one.

				CAROLINE
			(blowing out the hit)
		The maid... They ask her what time
		I get back.  She spies for them.

Seth starts kissing her.  They try to get into it, but both
of them are thinking about the drugs.

				CAROLINE (CONT'D)
		I wish we could stay here.  Just be
		here forever and ever.  Make it a
		little home.

She leans over to snort a tiny line of heroin.

									78.


				SETH
		I want to have sex and do a hit
		right as we're coming.

Caroline's distracted by the line she's snorting.  After a
while...

				CAROLINE
		Okay.

Seth begins undoing her jeans.

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INT. EPIC BUNKER LOBBY - DAY

SUPERTITLE: EL PASO, TEXAS

Robert and Sheridan listen to the official tour of the EPIC
center delivered by the SPECIAL-AGENT-IN-CHARGE, 40, a
sincere weight-lifter with a sincere crew-cut.

				SPECIAL-AGENT-IN-CHARGE
		... Over 200 DEA field agents, a
		budget of almost 100 million
		dollars and state of the art
		communications equipment make the
		El Paso Information Center the Drug
		Enforcement Administration's
		flagship for the 21st century.

INT. EPIC BUNKER CAFETERIA - DAY

A huge lunchroom.  Long plastic institutional tables and
agents minding their own business,

Robert, Sheridan, and their Epic Guide walk through.  They
pass a wall of black and white head shots --

				ROBERT
		Who are these guys?

				SPECIAL-AGENT-IN-CHARGE
		Agents who died in the field.

EXT. BINOCULAR POV - DAY

of large mansion with manicured grounds.  The back lawn is
filled with children, balloons, a merry-go-round, and pony
rides.  It's a sumptuous children's birthday party.

									79.


				SPECIAL-AGENT-IN-CHARGE
		That house, that you see from the
		DEA headquarters, belonged to
		Porfirio Madrigal -- the Lord of
		the Skies, largest trafficker in
		Mexico.

ANGLE ON ROBERT

looking through the binoculars.

				ROBERT
		He died in a liposuction surgery,
		right?

				SPECIAL-AGENT-IN-CHARGE
		Right.  Now it's used by somebody
		from the Juarez Cartel, one of his
		lieutenants...  Who knows?
			(beat)
		Every damn day there's birthday
		party.  At first I thought they
		must have three hundred children,
		then I realized they're taunting us.
		Three miles away and we can't touch
		them.  Ha, ha, ha.

BINOCULAR POV: a child running in circles holding a clutch
of colored balloons.

				ROBERT
		Who do we interface with on their
		side?

				SPECIAL-AGENT-IN-CHARGE
		What do you mean?

				ROBERT
		I mean, who runs interdiction on
		the Mexico side?

				SPECIAL-AGENT-IN-CHARGE
		I don't know.  I don't think
		there's any one person.
			(thinks)
		See the problem is the Juarez
		cartel owns everything and
		everybody, all the property on the
		Mexican side, sometimes all the
		property on both sides.  Warehouses,
		transportation, even tunnels.  It's
		very organized.

									80.


EXT. TRAMAC - DAY

Robert, walking with purpose, leads his group to their plane.

INT. MILITARY JET - DAY

Robert and Sheridan and several DEA, Law Enforcement, and
Military Officials.  It's a nice plane, used for important
people and Robert has the best seat.

				ROBERT
		I want everyone thinking out the
		box for a second.  What are we
		gonna do about Mexico?
			(silence)
		Come on, guys.  Out of the box.

The men on the plane just stare at him.  Finally the REP
FROM DEA leans forward.

				REP FROM DEA
		Unlimited funds?

				ROBERT
		Unlimited.

				REP FROM DEA
		From a DEA standpoint we need a
		vetted task force and matching
		funds.  And cut the red tape on
		getting them equipment and training.

Robert turns to the others.

				ROBERT
		Come on.  I want to hear from
		everyone: FBI.  Customs.  Treatment.
		Is there anyone from treatment on
		this plane?
			(no one answers)
		Then I want an answer for why there
		isn't anyone from treatment.
			(beat)
		Look, we know we have to bust one
		of these cartels, Juarez or Tijuana,
		not just as a symbol, but hell yes,
		also as a symbol - they are
		symbols - and there's nothing wrong
		with sending a message.  That's why
		when Carlos Ayala hired Michael
		Adler lead defense, I flew Ben
		Williams to San Diego to prosecute.
				(MORE)

									81.


				ROBERT (CONT'D)
		Because he's the best we have, he's
		our symbol that we're serious about
		putting the top people away.
			(beat)
		So, as of right now, this flight
		only, consider the dam on new ideas
		thrown open.

Still, no one else says anything.  They watch Robert
impassively.

				ROBERT (CONT'D)
		If I'm not mistaken, we got DEA,
		Pentagon, U.S. Attorneys office,
		about a billion dollars of budget
		right here.  So what are you people
		waiting for?

							CUT TO:

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EXT. SAN DIEGO OFFICE BUILDING - DAY

Establishing shot of a tall glass building in the downtown
skyline of San Diego.

INT. ARNIE METZGER'S OFFICE - DAY

Helena and Arnie enter his office.  The furniture is sleek
mid-century modern, and the view of the harbor is
extraordinary.

				ARNIE
		On a clear day you can see Mexico
		City.

Arnie stands very close to Helena and looks at her profile.

				ARNIE (CONT'D)
		This place is swept twice a day.  I
		learned that in Miami in '85.  Then
		the U.S. shut down the whole
		Caribbean, but it's a big game of
		wack-a-mole.  Knock it down in
		Miami, it pops up here.  And San
		Diego is so much more relaxing.

				HELENA
		Arnie, I need money.  Somebody
		threatened my children.  They want
		a first payment of three million
		dollars.

									82.


				ARNIE
		Helena, if I had it I would give it
		to you, but I don't have that kind
		of money.

				HELENA
		Arnie, help me.  Doesn't anyone owe
		us money?

				ARNIE
		Yes, I told you before, there are
		people who owe you money but
		they're not paying.  There's too
		much heat on Carl.

				HELENA
		Please.  Tell me who Carl sells to.

Arnie thinks.

				ARNIE
		Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you.
		You do not want to come into
		contact with these people.  Only
		Carl knows who they are.  That's
		his real asset.  Ruiz doesn't know
		them.  They don't know Ruiz.
		Church and State.

				HELENA
		What about legitimate businesses?
		We own a construction concern, real
		estate --

				ARNIE
		Laundromats for the washing of
		money.  Unfortunately, Carl had
		only one successful business.

				HELENA
		Don't you have some good news?
		Isn't there something positive you
		could say.

There isn't.  Helena looks Arnie in the eyes.

				HELENA (CONT'D)
			(vulnerable)
		Sometimes I wonder what I'll do if
		Carl doesn't get out.  I'm not very
		adept at being on my own.  I've
		always had a man in my life.  Always.

									83.


				ARNIE
		I remember when I first met you:
		little Helen Watts from the wrong
		side of somewhere.  I had a feeling
		even then that your survival
		instincts were pretty well honed.

				HELENA
		I'm glad you think so, but I'm
		picturing a debt-ridden, thirty-two
		year-old mother whose ex-husband is
		being compared to Pablo Escobar.
			(beat)
		And I'm wondering who would want to
		be with someone like that?

It takes a great effort for Arnie not to answer.

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INT. ARMORED SUV - MEXICO - DAY

Javier and Manolo ride through a nice neighborhood in Mexico
City.  Javi isn't familiar with the roads and drives
cautiously.

A young lady, ROSARIO, early 20's, sexy and vulnerable,
rides in the back of the SUV.

				ROSARIO
		You two don't like me, do you?

Manolo laughs and looks her up and down.  Javi watches her
in the rearview mirror.

				JAVIER
		We don't have an opinion on you.

				ROSARIO
			(to Javi)
		Maybe it's because I'm getting an
		apartment nicer than anything
		you'll ever see in your life?

									84.


Javi says nothing.

				ROSARIO (CONT'D)
			(re: the neighborhood)
		I can't believe the old man kept
		his promise.

				JAVIER
		The General is a man of his word.

				ROSARIO
		They will say anything to get what
		they want, but then you remind
		them, it's always tomorrow,
		tomorrow, tomorrow.
			(beat)
		Occupational hazard, I guess.

Javi just looks at her in the rearview mirror.

				ROSARIO (CONT'D)
		His friend is giving us the
		apartment so it's not like he paid.
		It's more like a favor.

Javier pulls the SUV to the curb in front of a beautiful
colonial-style apartment complex in the verdant neighborhood.

EXT. VERDANT NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY

Birds are chirping.  Javi waits in the car as Manolo takes
the young lady's bags from the vehicle and carries them up
the walkway to the arched doorway.  He knocks on the heavy
wooden door.

				ROSARIO
		You don't have the keys.  Oh that's
		perfect.  Are you an idiot?

Manolo knocks again.  They wait a long beat.

				MANOLO
		There's supposed to be someone here
		to let you in.

Finally, the door swings open and a BODYGUARD is standing
there.  Rosario SQUEALS and sweeps past him into the vast
space.  The bodyguard motions for Manolo to put the bags
inside the door.

Manolo sets the bags down and sees another MAN standing a
few feet away.  The man wears sunglasses.  His complexion is
strange and his neck is bandaged.

									85.


The body guard escorts Manolo back outside where he hears
Rosario's happy LAUGHTER drifting down from an upstairs
window.

INT. SUV - DAY

Manolo gets into the truck.  He's shaken by what he's just
seen.

				MANOLO
		Madrigal's alive.

				JAVIER
		What?

				MANOLO
		Porfirio Madrigal is not dead.  I
		just saw him.

A long beat as Javier considers this.

				JAVIER
		This is why Salazar is so interested
		in cleaning up Tijuana.  Madrigal,
		who's supposed to be dead, owns him.
		And Madrigal is making a move on
		Juan Obregon.

Javier calmly drives away.

				MANOLO
		Javi!  Come on.  Don't pull this
		you don't care bullshit.  This is
		incredible information.  It must be.
		Javi --

				JAVIER
		We keep our mouths shut.

							CUT TO:

INT. BARBARA'S CAR - NIGHT

Barbara drives Robert home from the airport.  There's a
sense they've been silent for a while.

				ROBERT
		I think we may have found our
		Mexican Drug Czar.  It's this
		General, Salazar.  At least I'll
		have somebody on the other side I
		can talk to.

									86.


				BARBARA
		Does this mean you're going to be
		gone more?

A long silence.

				ROBERT
		Possibly.

Another silence.

				BARBARA
		You might want to pencil in a
		little face-time with your daughter.

				ROBERT
		Barbara --

				BARBARA
		Because I'm at the edge of my
		capabilities, Robert.

				ROBERT
		The first thing we have to do is
		present a unified front.

				BARBARA
		If you start in on the war metaphors
		I'm going to drive this car into a
		fucking telephone pole.

				ROBERT
		Look, I'm as worried as you are --

				BARBARA
		No, I don't think so.  Leave me
		alone, give me money.  That's what
		I get from our daughter.  She has a
		way of shutting me out that seems
		very familiar.

				ROBERT
		Yeah, well, she has a way of self-
		medicating that probably seems
		familiar, too.

She looks at him, stung.

				BARBARA
		I'm not the one who has to have
		three scotches just to walk in the
		door and say hello.

									87.


				ROBERT
		I have a drink before dinner to
		take the edge off my day.  That's
		different.

				BARBARA
		Oh, it is?

				ROBERT
		Yeah, because the alternative is to
		be bored to death.

EXT. WAKEFIELD HOUSE - NIGHT

He car pulls into the driveway.  Robert gets out.  Barbara
doesn't.  He looks back at her.

				BARBARA
		Why don't you go in and tell your
		daughter how bored you are.

She puts the car in reverse and drives away.  He stands for
a moment, steaming.

INT. WAKEFIELD HOUSE - NIGHT

Robert Wakefield steps inside his home.    It's very QUIET.
He checks the mail on the hall table.

INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT

Robert walks down the hallway.  He steps into Caroline's
bedroom.

INT. CAROLINE WAKEFIELD'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

Robert stands outside her closed bathroom door.

There is nothing, then from the other side of the door, the
faint sound of a lighter CLICKING.  AGAIN and AGAIN, then a
COUGH.

INT. CAROLINE WAKEFIELD'S BATHROOM - NIGHT

Caroline sits on the toilet.  Glamour Magazine on her lap.
She's wild-eyed and paranoid.  The exhaust fan is running.
The aluminum foil is on the sink.  The last little bit of
heroin in a wax-paper bundle sits beside it.

She's listening hard for any SOUND in the house.  What she's
wondering is if someone is outside the door listening.

She puts a piece of crack on the foil and listens hard once
more before lighting it.  She does the hit.

									88.


And seems to feel better.

Suddenly there's a POUNDING on the door.  The VOICE of her
father muffled through the solid wood.

				ROBERT (V.O.)
			(muffled by the door)
		Caroline.  Open this door
		immediately.

Caroline is up like a shot.  She looks around.  The POUNDING
on the door gets stronger.

She crumples the foil and drops it in the toilet.

The bathroom door SOUNDS like it's about to cave inward.

				CAROLINE
			(faking the best she can)
		Who is it?  I'm going to the
		bathroom.

She's coping now, full parallel process mode: she dumps the
last heroin on the back of her hand and snorts it, checking
her nose in the mirror as she reaches for a can of air
freshener which she sprays into the air.

				CAROLINE (CONT'D)
		One minute.

She takes the remaining crack, lighters, tubes, little
smudgy druggy bits of paraphernalia and carefully places it
all in a hiding place above the bathroom cabinet.

She pauses a beat, then opens the door, and tries to brush
by her father while avoiding his eyes.

				CAROLINE (CONT'D)
		Excuse me --

Robert grabs her by the arms.  He pushes her against the
wall and looks at her pupils.  He looks at her fingernails.
The blister on her thumb from working the lighter is red and
irritated.

				ROBERT
		You're not going anywhere, young
		lady.

She stands there; she's very high.

Robert sniffs the air.  He throws open cabinets, searching
for drugs.  He sees the smudge mark on the counter left by
the charred aluminum foil.

									89.


				ROBERT (CONT'D)
		Where is it?  Where are the drugs?
			(yelling)
		Where are they?

				CAROLINE
		Fuck you.  I wasn't doing anything.
		You're like the Gestapo.

Robert KICKS the cabinets.

				ROBERT
		Fuck me?  Oh, okay.  Fuck me.  Fuck
		you.

Robert is losing it.  He throws stuff around the bathroom

and then, for the first time, looks up.  He sees the long
light in the box atop the medicine cabinet and it dawns on
him.

				ROBERT (CONT'D)
		I'm going to ask you one time to
		tell me the truth so that I can
		help you.

She just stares.

				ROBERT (CONT'D)
		Okay, young lady, that's it.

				CAROLINE
		Like I give a fuck.

Robert reaches above the medicine cabinet and pulls out a
charred spoon.  It confuses him.  He throws it into the sink.

He pulls out another spoon.  He pulls out crumpled bindles,
rolled up, encrusted dollar bills, exhausted lighters, a
pill bottle, an empty pint of vodka.

The detritus of drug addiction keeps on coming, filling up
the sink.  Robert stares at it, the amount and complexity
has him momentarily baffled.

				ROBERT
		What is wrong with you?  What?
			(beat)
		You're going away.  You're getting
		help somewhere.

				CAROLINE
		You can't make me.

									90.


				ROBERT
		Oh, yes I can.

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INT.  - SAN DIEGO - DAY

Javier drinks toward downtown.  He's sipping a Burger King
soft-drink.  On the seat next to him is a shopping bag from
Target.  He takes an exit.  Javier pulls into the underground
parking lot of a fancy office tower.

INT. POLICE SEDAN - DAY

Javi drives down to the third floor underground.  He pulls
into a parking spot next to a white sedan.  He slides open
the cargo door of his van.

The cargo door of the sedan opens.  Javi quickly gets into
the sedan.

INT. SEDAN - DAY

Special Agents Hughes and Johnson welcome Javi.

				JAVIER
		Where are we going?

Hughes sticks out his hand.

				HUGHES
		Special Agent Hughes, Drug
		Enforcement Administration of the
		United States.

				JAVIER
			(ignoring the niceties)
		Where are you taking me?

The agents exchange a look.

				JOHNSON
		Somewhere safe.

				JAVIER
		Where?

									91.


				JOHNSON
		A place we have, that we know is
		protected.

				JAVIER
		No.

				HUGHES
		It's really safe.

				JAVIER
		Not for me.

				JOHNSON
		Okay.  Where would you like to go?

EXT. SWIMMING POOL - HOTEL - DAY

Javi and Agents Johnson and Hughes stand in the middle of
the shallow end of a large swimming pool.  KIDS in waterwings
splash nearby.

				JAVIER
		It's important that we work together.
		Mexico.  America.  One hand washing
		the other.

				JOHNSON
		We agree.

				JAVIER
		So... maybe you tell me about your
		informants in our operations.

				JOHNSON
			(confused by this)
		We thought maybe you'd have that
		kind of information for us.

				JAVIER
			(feigning surprise)
		This is a very different proposition.

Johnson and Hughes exchange a glance.

				JOHNSON
		We pay for that kind of information.

A fat kid in an inner-tube floats behind them.

				JOHNSON (CONT'D)
		Is that what you're talking about,
		Javier?

									92.


Javi makes eye contact with one agent, then the other.

				JAVIER
		Ten years ago Tijuana had no drug
		problem.  Now it is epidemic.
			(beat)
		Ten years ago America takes a
		hammer to Pablo Escobar, a hammer
		to the Miami drug trade, and you
		allowed everything to move to my
		country.  You dumped the problem at
		our feet.  Now, drug use is epidemic.
		Now, the treatment centers are full
		and get no state money.  They
		survive on donations and what they
		get for building doghouses to sell
		to the U.S.
			(beat)
		We need lights for the parks so
		kids can play at night.  So they
		can play baseball.  So it's safe.
		Everybody likes parks.  Everybody
		likes baseball.
			(beat)
		What I'm talking about is I would
		like to see somebody take an
		interest in Tijuana.  That's what
		I'm talking about.

Javi starts to get out of the pool.

				HUGHES
		Javi, You want to come see us
		again, you're going on the box.  No
		more of this water-wing bullshit.

INT. PARKING GARAGE - DAY

Javier gets out of the DEA sedan and back into his.  He
drives away.

INT. SEDAN - DAY

Agents Hughes turns to Agent Johnson.

				JOHNSON
		You wanna tell me what the hell
		that was all about?

				HUGHES
		He's got something.  We just have
		to be patient.

							CUT TO:

									93.


INT. JAIL VISITATION ROOM - DAY

Helena and Carl each hold a telephone receiver as they stare
at each other through a thick pane of meshed glass.  Helena
is barely holding it together.  It's hard for Carl to see
her like this.  After a beat --

				CARL
		How's David?

				HELENA
		How's David? How's David? He's
		terrific, Carl.

				CARL
		Helena --

				HELENA
		We watched his father get dragged
		away by federal agents.  I don't
		even know how to begin to tell him
		where you are or when you're coming
		back... Or if you're coming back.

She can't even look at him.

				CARL
			(beat)
		We'll get through this, I promise.
		I'll make it up to you --

				HELENA
			(snapping)
		How?  Supportive letters from
		prison while I'm being kicked out
		of our home?
			(beat)
		Do you have any idea what is
		happening out here?  Our credit
		cards are maxed.  The people at the
		bank, you should see their faces
		when I walk in there.  I have a
		letter from the government telling
		me that anything I sell from our
		house will be taken against an
		income tax lien.  Our friends are
		behaving like the crowd at a public
		hanging.  Nobody will help us.
		Nobody will take us in.  Nobody
		wants anything to do with us.  So
		tell me, Carl, how you're gonna
		make it up to me.
				(MORE)

									94.


				HELENA (CONT'D)
			(losing it)
		Tell me again how we'll get through
		this, and maybe while you're at it
		you can put your hand up against
		the glass so we can have a tender
		moment of connection.

				CARL
		Helena --

				HELENA
		Tell me what to do, Carl.  I need
		guidance, not a fucking platitude.
			(beat)
		I'm not bringing a child into the
		kind of life I grew up with.  I
		won't do it.  I want our life back.

Carl looks at his wife as if he is trying to weigh her.  He
thinks, then leans forward --

				CARLOS
		I built our house and I don't want
		to lose it.  Every stone, every
		brick, every board.
			(carefully)
		My business... That would take a
		lot of private study...
			(he blinks)
		That you don't have time for.  I
		suggest you look into the Coronel...
			(he blinks again)
		Into selling it.  If you can
		stomach it, you should look into it.
		That painting is very valuable.

				HELENA
		I don't understand.

				CARLOS
		Look into the Coronel; otherwise,
		there is nothing to do.

							CUT TO:

EXT. SERENITY OAKS - DAY

A peaceful wooded campus with a unobtrusive sign reading,
"Serenity Oaks Treatment Facility."

									95.


INT. MEETING ROOM - SERENITY OAKS - DAY

There are sayings on the wall: "Easy Does It;" "Let Go and
Let God;" "Turn it over;" "One Day at a Time..." "H.A.L.T. --
Hungry?  Angry?  Lonely?  Tired?"

Caroline, wearing a thick, woolly sweater, and the other
PATIENTS sit around on beat-up couches and chairs in a loose
circle.  It's a mixed BUNCH: trucker meth-head, rocker dope-
fiend, yuppie crack-head, fat, thin, rich, middle-class, and
all white.  Caroline is the youngest.

MARTY, 40's, an overweight alcoholic, finishes his "share."

				MARTY
		... So it was my birthday an my ex-
		wife was getting remarried and I
		was in some church basement telling
		a bunch of strangers how it was a
		good day because I didn't have to
		eat out of a dumpster.  That was
		enough to send me out on big one.
			(beat)
		I've been thinking a lot about the
		first step: that I came to believe
		I was powerless over alcohol and
		that my life had become unmanageable.
			(beat)
		See my disease tells me I don't
		have a disease.  That I'm fine.
		That it's my birthday and I can
		have one little drink, then one
		little line, then one little
		Valium, then two more fat lines,
		then two more 10 mil Valium... Six
		months later I wake up in a sober
		living house in Philly.  And I'm
		from Dallas, people.
			(beat)
		It's a disease -- an allergy of the
		body and an obsession of the mind.
		I know that now.  So my name's
		Marty and today I'm a grateful
		recovering alcoholic who didn't eat
		out of a dumpster.  Thanks.

And Marty looks to Caroline who didn't relate to one word he
said.

									96.


				CAROLINE
			(slowly, very nervous)
		Hi.  I'm Caroline.  I'm not sure
		I'm an alcoholic.
			(beat)
		I mean I don't really like to drink.
		For someone my age it's so much
		easier to get drugs than beer.  I
		don't know, this is really weird
		and I'm really nervous...

People in the room nod encouragingly.

				CAROLINE (CONT'D)
		I guess I'm angry.  I mean I think
		I'm really angry about a lot of
		stuff, but I don't know what exactly.

She blushes, and stares out the window.

							CUT TO:

INT. AYALA LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON

Helena follows an ART APPRAISER through her formal living
room as he inspects paintings and makes notations.  He is
very excited and moves quickly from one to the next.

				ART APPRAISER
		Tamayo.  Carrington.  A simply
		wonderful collection of Mexican
		Modern.  Give me three months.  I
		know several collectors in South
		America, very discreet.

				HELENA
		I don't have three months.

				ART APPRAISER
		It takes time to find the proper
		collection.

				HELENA
		How much will you give me in cash?
		Today.

The appraiser taps out some numbers on a calculator and
shows the figure to Helena.

				HELENA (CONT'D)
		You must be joking.  That's a
		fraction of their value.

									97.


				ART APPRAISER
		I'm sorry, but that is the figure I
		can get today.

Helena turns her back.  She walks to a window and looks out,
then surveys the contents of her beautiful home.

				HELENA
			(snapping)
		Get out.  Get out of my house.

Helena turns and sees David in the doorway.  She goes to him.

				HELENA (CONT'D)
		It's all right.  We're have a
		disagreement, that's all.

The art appraiser passes them on his way out.

INT. AYALA MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

Helena wakes up in the middle of the night with a start.
Her eyes are wide open.  She has had a thought --

She climbs out of bed and quickly puts on a robe.

INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

Helena walks quickly and quietly down the hallway.  She
passes David's room.  She opens a door at the end of the
hall --

INT. CARL'S PRIVATE STUDY - CONTINUOUS

Helena enters the room.  She hits a desk lamp and we're in a
very comfortable and masculine upstairs study: bookshelves
holding hundreds of art books; comfortable chairs; MacIntosh
stereo; discreet flatscreen HD TV.

Helena stares at a painting on one of the bookshelves.  It
is "Boy with a Hoop," a small portrait by Rafael Colonel.

She goes to it and looks from different angles.  She reaches
out and jiggles the oil.  Nothing happens.  She looks behind
the painting at the backing.

She notices that one corner is not glued down.  She picks up
a letter opener and pries the paper back.  An envelope slips
out.

Inside the envelope: neat, thin strips of paper dense with
information in a miniscule type and a magnetic key card.

							CUT TO:

									98.


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INT.  HELICOPTER - DAY

Robert and Sheridan ride in the back of the chopper.  Each
looks out his own window.

A newspaper on the seat between them shows a front page
photo of General Salazar, exultant, and the headline reads
in Spanish, "Salazar Named Chief of Anti-Narcotics
Operations."

EXT. MEXICO CITY - DAY

Establishing shot of a military helicopter landing on the
roof of an office building in downtown Mexico City.

INT. HEADQUARTERS, FEADS, - MEXICO CITY - DAY

Robert Wakefield and General Salazar stroll through the new
headquarters where boxes are still being unpacked.  Javier
and Sheridan trail along behind them.

				SALAZAR
		I recruited the best men in Mexico
		for my task force and put them
		through a rigorous screening
		process.  Not only physical, but
		also psychological.

				ROBERT
		I'd like to bring you up to
		Washington, walk you around our
		side of things, and share some of
		the information we've been able to
		develop on your cartels.

				SALAZAR
		That would be very helpful to me.
			(beat)
		Also, I received the offer from DEA
		and the FBI to train some of my men
		at Quantico.  I think this will be
		extremely useful, a good way for us
		to absorb some of your methods.

INT. SALAZAR'S I.N.C.D. OFFICE - DAY

The office hasn't been decorated yet.

									99.


				SALAZAR
		I've been too busy to completely
		settle in.

Salazar proffers a chair and they sit next to each other
like Brezhnev and Nixon.  PHOTOGRAPHS begin SNAPPING pictures.
After a few moments, Salazar waves them away, and they lower
their cameras and leave.

				ROBERT
		You've