Mariachi, El

FADE IN: EXT. A JAIL IN MEXICO - DAY It's an early Friday morning and a patrol car drives up an unpaved road and parks next to a gutted police car on cinder blocks. The camera pans with the OFFICER as he exits his car and walks up to a ramp leading to the babay blue JAIL HOUSE. He is carrying a greasy bag of fast food. INT. JAIL LOBBY - DAY The Officer enters the lobby, tosses the bag of food to his PARTNER who is sitting at a desk. He grabs a tin cup and walks over to barred entrance to Block A. Twenty or so CRIMINALS, from drunks to drug dealers are sleeping peacefully in their cell on Block A. The Officer rattles the tin cup between the entrance bar. INT. JAIL CELLS - DAY The inmates stir, rubbing their dirty faces and trying to sit up. The camera dollies slowly down the narrow hallway of the block which has three cells: Two small ones side by side, and one bigger cell that faces the block entrance. The sound of scribbling and business dealing can be heard from inside the cell. It is AZUL jottin ginto a business ledger while chatting on his cellular phone. His cell is equipped with a small desk and a refridgerator. He hangs up the phone and continues writing. INT. JAIL LOBBY - DAY The Officer with the tin cup sits in a couch across from his partner, who is now eating, and reads a magazine. INT. JAIL CELLS - DAY Azul picks up his phone and makes another call. He talks business. In the other cell, prisoners are getting up and looking around.