FADE IN

EXT. AN OLD OIL DERRICK, SOUTH TEXAS - DAY

A barren eyesore. Not a drop of crude pumped since the 80's. A brisk wind whistles through the holes of a surrounding chain link fence, as

BENJAMIN FRANKLIN

on a hundred dollar bill hits the fence with a wet slap. It is soon joined by others. A few at a time, then several.

Dead presidents on currency, striking the fence like locusts.

A HANDWRITTEN SIGN - NO TRESPASSING

It violently rocks in the wind, so much it falls off the fence striking the ground.

Where it joins a blood-soaked body.

BENJAMIN CASTILLO

AKA Baby B, the baby-faced LT. CASTILLO of the Laredo Police Dept. Right now, he is doing a great imitation of a dead guy staring fish-eyed in the blistering midday sun.

The wind licks his body. His tattered jacket bellows in the wind, releasing a chain of blood soaked money in the air.

An errant bill is lifted in the desert breeze. A fiver. Lincoln looking his usual grim between two crimson drops of blood.

A HAND, well-manicured and feminine, picks it up, and lifts it to a very pretty face of a WOMAN. She takes in the scent of blood and currency.

WOMAN
I do love the smell of Texas blood money.

Castillo is in no position to argue.