El Mariachi
- R
- Year:
- 1992
- 81 min
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FADE IN:
It's an early Friday morning and a patrol car drives up an
unpaved road and parks next to a gutted police car on cinder
blocks. The camera pans with the OFFICER as he exits his car and
walks up to a ramp leading to the babay blue JAIL HOUSE. He is
carrying a greasy bag of fast food.
The Officer enters the lobby, tosses the bag of food to his
PARTNER who is sitting at a desk. He grabs a tin cup and walks
over to barred entrance to Block A. Twenty or so CRIMINALS, from
drunks to drug dealers are sleeping peacefully in their cell on
Block A. The Officer rattles the tin cup between the entrance
bar.
The inmates stir, rubbing their dirty faces and trying to sit up.
The camera dollies slowly down the narrow hallway of the block
which has three cells: Two small ones side by side, and one
bigger cell that faces the block entrance. The sound of
scribbling and business dealing can be heard from inside the
cell. It is AZUL jottin ginto a business ledger while chatting on
his cellular phone. His cell is equipped with a small desk and a
refridgerator. He hangs up the phone and continues writing.
The Officer with the tin cup sits in a couch across from his
partner, who is now eating, and reads a magazine.
Azul picks up his phone and makes another call. He talks
business. In the other cell, prisoners are getting up and looking
around. Azul hangs up the phone and writes.
A gorgeous, bikini-clad BABE struts slowly into a tighly framed
glamour shot. She pauses, takes a deep breath, then dives a
'perfect ten' dive into a house-side moat. She swims long, slow
motion strokes around the moat as the camera tracks alonside her,
lovingly admiring her tan lines and hydrodynamic build. She
slides out of the water and walks up a cobble stone walk,
dripping as she passes a seated GENTLEMAN in a white suit. His
face is unrevealed. As she enters the house, he sets his drink
down by a phone. He lifts up the receiver and dials.
Azul's phone rings. He looks up at it, startled, as if no one has
ever called him before. He glances at his watch, and then back at
the phone, hesitating to answer it. He looks around the cell
block as if someone might be playing a trick on him. Finally he
answers it, pausing before saying hello. It is El Moco.
MOCO (V.O.)
Good morning, Azul. Do you know who this is?
AZUL:
(into phone)
Moco... What the hell do you want after all these years?
MOCO is sitting on his porch drinking tequila.
MOCO:
(into phone)
We've got a lot to talk about. I'm just a few town away with a
whole new gang. I heard you were nearby so I thought I'd give you
a call, amigo.
AZUL (V.O)
That's sweet of you, a**hole. I don't suppose you could get me
out of there, and then maybe hand me over my share of money.
MOCO:
(into phone)
Yes, I figured you'd want your money, my friend. That is why I
have called you. I heard you were getting out soon, and figured I
should deal with our situation. But do you really need me to help
you get out? From what I hear, you're running quite a business
out of your cell with a phone and some loyal men. It keeps you
well protected I hear. Not a bad idea. I may try that myself
sometime.
AZUL (V.O.)
I could stay in here and earn peanuts compared to what you owe me
if I were to get out. So, yes, I want you to help me... my
friend.
MOCO:
(into phone)
Soon my friend, soon. I'm sending you some people in a few days
to get you.
AZUL (V.O.)
Really? Well, that's more like it. Just like the Moco I used to
know.
Azul is walking towards his window at the sound of a truck racing
in.
MOCO:
(into phone)
Just hang in there my friend. I won't forget that you have been a
big part of our success. What's wrong.
EXT. JAIL - DAY
A large truck drives up to the jail, parking beside the police
car. Two tall, well-dressed MEN step out. They reach into the cab
and pull out machine guns. They walk briskly towards the jail.
Azul walks to his toilet and stands on it to see out his barred
window.
AZUL:
(into phone)
There's something going on outside. Is this a double surprise?
Are you getting me out today, Moco?
There is no response from Moco.
INT. JAIL - DAY
The Guard reading the magazine stands when he sees someone
approaching the door.
EXT. JAIL - DAY
Close tracking shot of guns as Tall Men open the door and enter
the jail.
Azul looks out of the jail cell suspiciously. Peering down the
hall, he sees the guys with the guns. He hides behind the wall,
peering out to see what happens next.
The Tall Men walk right up to the guard, and hand him a huge wad
of money. The Guard tosses the money to his partner (still
eating), then turns to unlock the block entrance bars.
Azul puts the receiver back up to his mouth.
AZUL:
(into phone)
There are two men here with guns. Did you send them?
Moco, glancing at his watch, hangs up.
Azul hangs up the phone and kicks his Bodyguard awake. The
Bodyguard gets up and peers out the bars as Azul hides in a
corner.
The Tall Men walk steady and alert, ready to kill. They enter
Azul's block and scope out the cells.
The Bodyguard, seeing the tall men, retrieves his shotgun from
under his mattress and grabs his machete from under the sink. He
stands ready to fight.
The Tall Men move slowly towards the big cell, somewhat cautious.
They see the Bodyguard a second too late, for he sticks the
shotgun between the bars, and shoots one of them before they can
react. The shot one stumbles back into his buddy's arms. Azul's
Bodyguard, amused by all this, opens his cell door effortlessly,
and walks out as if to greet them. The Tall Men hear the sound of
the other cells opening, so they turn around. The other prisoners
on the block begin exiting their cells, carrying guns and Molotov
cocktails. The Tall Man drops his gun. Finally, Azul exits his
cell carrying his phone. The Bodyguard forces the Tall Men into
an empty cell, closing and locking the door.
Azul presses the #-button on his phone. Moco's phone number is
automatically redialed.
Moco answers.
AZUL:
(into phone)
I'm still here, Moco. And so are your little friends. But not for
long. They have something they want to scream to you. Listen
close, because you're going to repeat it to me when I come to
visit you.
The cellmates throw their Molotov cocktails into the cell. Moco
hears the men screaming as they burn to death. Azul is holding
the phone at arm's length into the cell.
The Guards exchange glances when they hear the screaming, they
smile and shrug, then go back to what they were doing. As Azul
and his Bodyguards exit the block, the Guard with the magazine
stands up as if to stop them, but Azul tosses him a wad of money
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