This is a sequel to my Frenzy from 2009 "What Goes Around" where DEA Agent Hart Jones pretty much shut down Colombian kingpin Domingo Santos and his Miami operation. Hart got the girl, Mara, and the glory.
But Dom is back, and he is P*ssed. He's taking back what was taken from him, and he's bringing some powerful new friends to the fight. He's joined forces with the most powerful drug cartel in Mexico. Together Mexico is their's for the taking, and they've sent Hart his own personal invitation to join the fun.

Open with
EXT. SAN YSIDRO BORDER CROSSING – DAY
Open with shot of the crowded border crossing between San Ysidro and Tijuana. The cars are five rows across. People like ants constantly fill the pedestrian walkway. Suddenly a pick up truck roars between the side row and sidewalk, making people look. There are five men, three inside, two in back. Automatic weapons appear and spray bullets at the border guards, killing and wounding anyone else in their path.

INT. CUSTOM AGENTS’ HOME SONORRA MEXICO - EVENING
It is turning dark. A customs official parks his car on the road.Removes his jacket, stuffs it in a bag. Looks outside carefully, then leaves the car. He hurries up the walkway to his door. As he places his hand on the knob, automatic gunfire erupts from the neighbours bushes. Dead, he falls to the ground as three men walk out from around the bushes.

INT. PARKING GARAGE TEXAS - DAY
A DEA agent is walking across an enclosed parking lot. He stops, looks around, puts his hand on his gun. Four men appear out of the shadows. They carry AK-47s which are leveled at him and they open fire. His dead body flops around on the ground as the bullets keep hitting.

CUT TO:
Zoom in on American newspaper headline reading “Open Season on Border Officials.” The next headline reads "Cartels Target Major Mexican Officials."

EXT. MONTERREY CITY HALL MEXICO - DAY
Pedestrians and cars flow steadily past this building. A well-dressed official steps out the front door, flanked by two security detail and assistants. Suddenly, three vehicles roar in, pick up truck and SUVs, stopping traffic and blocking the sidewalk. Men wearing black masks and carrying AR-15 automatic assault rifles spill out onto the street. Some contain the pedestrians, some contain the vehicles, and the rest approach the official. They fire at his entourage before they can even draw their guns. They grab the official and drag him, screaming for help, into one of the SUVs. No one moves. No one tries to help. Two men fire rounds up into the air as they get back into the vehicles and speed off.

EXT. EL PASO BORDER CROSSING - DAY
This time it’s El Paso and Ciudad Juarez. Two trucks roar past, automatic weapons open fire. People fall to the ground, screaming, terrified, dying as car windows shatter and the station is riddled with holes.

INT. FAMILY HOME
A family is eating dinner and the television is on. The sound of a powerful engine outside the window startles them. Suddenly bullets tear through the house as they drop to the floor. There is an eerie stillness.
The television is still on after the drive-by shooting. A popular newscaster is on relaying the gory details of the previous shooting.

MALE NEWSCASTER
And in what seems to be the apparent Open season on officials. They are hitting border crossings one by one in a systematic fashion. While their chief targets so far have been Border agents, DEA agents, customs officials, anyone around them are also becoming victims. A similar wave of killings is taking place in Mexico, targeting various high ranking government official in Mexico. They are being hit in their workplaces, and in their own homes. Who is safe when the protectors need protecting?

INT. HART’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
The phone rings. Hart and Mara are asleep. He wakes, grabs for his cell. It isn’t. It’s the landline. He fumbles for it as Mara rouses.

HART
(groggy)
Hello?

MAY JONES OS
Hart?
HART
Mom?

He sits up. Mara sits up too, concerned.

MAY JONES (upset)
Hart, it’s – it’s your dad. He’s been shot. We’re at the hospital.

HART
What happened?

MAY
The police say it was that cartel. They’ve been driving around, terrorizing local ranches.

HART
Why didn’t you let me know?

MAY
Would you have come out here?

HART (beat)
I’ll come out there now. How bad is it?

MAY (tries not to cry)
They won’t say. He may not make it through the night.

HART
I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay? Just stay at the hospital til I get there. You’re safest there.

MAY
Just hurry Hart.
She hangs up.

Hart turns on the lamp.

MARA
Your father?

HART
He was shot. It sounds bad. I need to get out there.

MARA
Of couse. Did she say –

HART
It was the cartel. Juarez. That’s their turf. Apparently, they’ve been attacking local ranches. Why the hell didn’t they let me know?

Mara is silent.

HART
He’s getting too old to run that place on his own like he does. But he’s too stubborn to ask for help. Thinks he can do it all himself.
(beat)
Aww, hell. I’m mad at myself for not keeping tabs on them. I knew the border was getting bad way before this. I should have just told them to get out.

MARA
You know they would never leave.

HART
Then I should have fought harder, insisted on getting a transfer out to Texas. But this - this changes everything. So I’m going out there, and I will find whoever was responsible so I can nail their hide to the wall.

MARA
I’m up now. I’ll make some coffee.

Their phone rings. Hart picks it up.

HART
Jones here.

MALE VOICE O.S.
It’s been a while. Thought I’d get back in touch. How’s Mara? Adding to the nest, are you? She’s there, beside you, isn’t she?

Hart cannot believe his ears. He fights to keep his composure. He doesn’t want Mara to know who is on the other end.

HART
I think you have the wrong number.

MALE VOICE O.S.
Oh, I’ve got all your numbers, Hart. And soon, they’ll be up. So anyone you care about, anything you care about, is fair game. I’ve made some new friends, and they like the way I do business. Revenge is so much better the second time around.
(hangs up)

INT HART’S HOME - NIGHT
Mara is holding her cell and the house phone. She is frightened. She walks to the front door, checks the locks, looks out at the street. All the lights are on. She walks into the living room, turns on the lamp, looks out the window. She goes to draw the drapes, then leaves them. She steps away, walks to the center of the room. Her cell phone rings. Hesitant, she looks at it. Unknown number. She answers.

MARA
Hello?

DOM O.S.
Peek a boo. I see you! Isn’t this fun, Mara? Reminds me of old times.

MARA (voice shaking)
What do you want?

DOM
Oh, you know what I want. You’re a smart girl. How could you not know, after what you and lover boy did to me?

MARA
Where are you?

DOM(laughs)
That’s for me to know, and you to find out.
He hangs up.

Mara looks at the cell. She is shaking. She puts the house phone down, and dials a number on the cell. It rings, goes to voice mail. It’s Chris’ number.

MARA
Chris? It’s Mara. I got your text. I know you’re out but can you please call me when you get this?

CUT TO:
Chris and the boys are patrolling a dark and deserted industrial section.

AGENT 1
I thought you said this was the location. No one’s here.

CHRIS (frustrated)
I asked twice. This is the address we were given. It came from MDPD sources.
She reaches down to her pocket, feels her phone vibrate. She starts to pull it out.

AGENT 2
Listen! Did you hear that?

Chris pushes the phone back in her pocket. They stealthily proceed around a dark corner.

BACK TO:
The house phone rings. Mara drops the cell phone on the table as she picks up the other.

MARA (reluctant)
Hello?

DOM
That was close. You need to play by the rules, or somebody gets eliminated from our little game.

MARA
(frightened, looking around her)
How do you know? Where are you?

DOM
Oh, you’ll know soon enough.
He hangs up.

Mara looks at the phone in her hand. She walks into the kitchen, turns on the lights, checks the back door. It’s locked. She grabs a paring knife from the butcher block. She walks down the hall. Stops at the door to the garage. The knob turns freely in her hands. She pushes it in to lock it. She continues on to the laundry room. She turns the handle slowly, then inches the door open. The room is dark. Hesitantly, she reaches in, feels the wall for the switch. As she flicks the switch she yanks back her hand. Nothing happens. She peers inside. The window is closed. Things look normal. She keeps the door open and continues down the hall. The phone rings in her hand and she drops it. She bends down to pick it up and sees a large pair of bare feet behind her. She looks up. It’s Dom.