Men In Blackby
Ed SolomonEXT. ROAD -- TEXAS/MEXICO BORDER -- NIGHT
A million stars wink in the night desert sky. Down here on earth, an
insect, one of those big, beautiful, multicolored four-winged jobs, glides
effortlessly on the breeze, wafting along through the crisp Texas air.The insect dips, it banks, it does loop-the-loops -- and then SPLATS
unceremoniously against the windshield of a white van that's tearing down
the road.INT. VAN -- TEXAS/MEXICO BORDER -- NIGHT
The DRIVER of the van, a fifty-year-old American, turns on the wipers,
smearing the remains all over.DRIVER
Goddamn bugs.He squirts some wiper fluid onto the glass, which clears it up a bit, but
now he sees something worse up ahead. It's a grouping of headlights, eight
of them, all pointed at him, sealing off the road.He bites his lip and calls over his shoulder, to the back of the van. He
speaks in Spanish, which is subtitled.DRIVER (CONT'D)