We soar high over miles of untouched terrain—rolling hills,
arid brush, and distant mountains. Civilization fades behind
us. The camera glides effortlessly, homing in on a fortress-
like estate nestled deep in an isolated valley, surrounded by
barbed wire, private roads, and armed watchmen.
The compound is vast: multiple villas, tennis courts, a
private airstrip, fountains gushing blue-chlorinated excess
into the desert heat.
TITLE CARD: SIERRA DEL NIDO – NORTHERN MEXICO
As the camera dives lower, we hear the distant hum of a
fountain, wind rustling palm leaves, and faint overlapping
Spanish voices echoing off polished stone walls.
EXT. ESTATE TERRACE – BACKYARD – MORNING
A sleek glass table stretches across a massive tiled terrace
overlooking a canyon. Cartel leaders sit beneath a custom-
built shade structure, surrounded by armed bodyguards in
black suits.
The Boss of Bosses, EL PATRÓN, reclines at the head of the
table—mid 50s, pristine white suit, skin like stone. He does
not smile.
The table is flanked by:
* RAFA “El Jaguar” Mendoza – a practical tactician with scars
and cold eyes.
* DON CARRASCO – old-school, portly, cigar always burning.
* LA MADRINA – icy, elegant, with silent killers at her back.
* EL TOPO – twitchy, paranoid, always watching the sky.
* And others—rival drug kings with uneasy alliances.
An armed waiter pours mezcal for everyone, hands shaking
slightly. No one drinks.
WIDE SHOT – ABOVE THE TABLE
The group is surrounded by silence and tension. Each man eyes
the others like predators in a cage. The only sound is wind
whistling off the nearby cliff face.
CLOSE ON – EL PATRÓN
He leans forward, voice calm, deliberate, dangerous.
EL PATRÓN
The DEA has burned five labs in two
months. That is five losses for
me... for you... and for the people
we pay to look the other way.
He glances to La Madrina.
EL PATRÓN (CONT'D)
They have drones that see through
trees. Satellites that read your
tattoos from the clouds.
DON CARRASCO
(gruff)
Traitors inside, too. Someone’s
feeding them.
RAFA
Or it’s tech. They cracked the
encrypted channels. Nothing is
safe.
EL TOPO
(gritting teeth)
They followed a shipment through
lead shielding. I was told that was
impossible!
Voices rise. Accusations. A man slams his fist on the table.
LA MADRINA
(into the chaos)
What do you want from us, Patrón?
A long pause. El Patrón stands, walking to the edge of the
terrace. Below him: the deep canyon, endless and ancient.
EL PATRÓN
I want silence.
He turns slowly to face them all.
EL PATRÓN (CONT'D)
There is a place... where the sky
cannot hear us. Where the
satellites die. Where signals
vanish and men become ghosts.
The leaders exchange cautious glances.
EL PATRÓN (CONT'D)
A dead zone. Between Durango and
Chihuahua. La Zona del Silencio.
A young lieutenant approaches El Patrón, whispers something
in his ear. He nods once, never looking away from the table.
EL PATRÓN (CONT'D)
We move the operation there. All of
it. Production. Training.
Distribution.
DON CARRASCO
Are you out of your mind?RAFA
That’s cursed land. There's a
reason no one builds there.
LA MADRINA
Or it’s the one place the gringos
can’t follow.
EL PATRÓN
(smiling faintly)
We either disappear... or we die
seen.
He raises his glass of mezcal. Slowly, hesitantly, the others
do the same.
EL PATRÓN (CONT'D)
To the new silence.
They clink. From the sky, we pull back—past the stone walls,
past the guarded gate, past the silent hills. A meeting of
kings… ready to vanish into myth.
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Silence in the Desert
INT. SKY – AERIAL – EARLY MORNING
Wide aerial shot over an endless expanse of scorched Mexican
desert—beautiful, brutal, and unsettling. The rising sun
casts long, golden shadows across cracked earth, dead brush,
and rusted animal skeletons. There’s no movement, no
sound—only the howling wind.
TITLE CARD: ZONA DEL SILENCIO – NORTHERN MEXICO
The camera glides low, revealing long-forgotten military
ruins, decaying watchtowers, and sand-swallowed bunkers.
Distant tumbleweeds roll across an abandoned airstrip.
OVER RADIO STATIC (V.O.)
(English and Spanish
overlap, breaking up)
“…last known location—si, pero la
señal está muerta… moving southwest
across… interference too strong…”
As we soar lower, we pass over a line of military-style SUVs,
their tires carving a path into the nothingness. Men with
radios bang on the dashboards, frustrated. Nothing works.
The camera pushes in on the convoy leader, a thick-necked man
with a dead stare and face tattoos: RAFA "EL JAGUAR" MENDOZA,
40s. Hardened. Respected. Ruthless.
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Whispers in the Desert
INT. SUV – MOVING – CONTINUOUS
Inside, Rafa stares ahead at the vanishing point of the
desert. The hum of the engine is the only sound. A younger
sicario rides shotgun, nervously adjusting the frequency on a
military radio.
YOUNG SICARIO
(half-whisper) )
Nada. It’s like we’re already
ghosts.
That’s the point.
He leans forward and turns the radio off completely. The
silence is deafening.
EXT. DESERT CAMP – LATER
The convoy pulls up to a makeshift base—a handful of armored
tents, supply trucks, and hastily-installed solar panels.
Armed men fan out, scanning the horizon with automatic
rifles. In the distance: the sun hits the earth with a
blinding white glare.
There’s something off about the air. A low-frequency hum,
just at the edge of perception.
RAFA
(to his men)
From this point on, no calls. No
signals. You see a drone, you shoot
it. If they can’t find us… they
can’t stop us.One of the men spots
something in the distance: a
crumbling stone obelisk, half-
buried in sand. Strange symbols
etched into it—faded, ancient.
OLDER SICARIO
What the hell is that?
Rafa walks toward it slowly. The sound fades entirely. For a
moment, he hears whispers—faint, unintelligible, in a
language not of this Earth.
He freezes. The camera pulls high again—drifting slowly above
the group. Tiny figures in the vast nowhere. Shadows ripple
unnaturally across the ground.
CUT TO BLACK.
TITLE CARD FADES IN: ZONE OF SILENCE
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Zona del Silencio
INT. DEA REGIONAL COMMAND CENTER – EL PASO, TEXAS – NIGHT
The hum of computers. Flickering monitors. Tense agents hover
over glowing screens. A giant wall map of northern Mexico is
covered in red tracking dots, most of which are blinking
normally—except one.
A large dead zone—a digital black hole—flickers on the screen
near the Durango/Chihuahua border.
AGENT CASSIDY (30s, sharp, methodical) leans forward, chewing
a pen cap, eyes locked on a flatline signal.
CASSIDY
We had visual on Mendoza's convoy
until they crossed into the Zona
del Silencio. Since then—nothing.
Radios, GPS, satellites, all blind.
AGENT RAMOS (40s, ex-military, hard-nosed) paces behind her,
arms crossed. He doesn’t like this.
RAMOS
What do you mean nothing? That
place isn’t even supposed to be on
any active routes. You’re telling
me the most dangerous men in Mexico
just vanished?
CASSIDY
No digital footprint. They ghosted
us the second they crossed that
line.
She taps a button and the screen zooms in on the Zone—a hazy
satellite image with a strange distortion in the center, like
the image is glitching or refracting.
RAMOS
(grim)
Son of a bitch.
CASSIDY
We tried to fly a recon drone in an
hour ago. Lost comms thirty seconds
after breaching airspace. Same
thing with the backup.
RAMOS
(drained)
Jesus.
A silence settles over the room. The other agents look
uneasy.
CASSIDY
It’s like something in that
desert’s eating signals alive.Ramos
picks up a secure phone and
hesitates. He looks out the command
center window into the darkness.
RAMOS
(quietly)
We lost a Predator drone over
Afghanistan once. Mechanical
failure, maybe. This? Feels
different.
AGENT MARTINEZ
(off-screen)
You think the cartels found a way
to jam satellites?
RAMOS
(shakes head)
I think they found something
worse.
The camera slowly pushes in on the glitching satellite
image—colors warping unnaturally. Just before we cut, a faint
low-frequency hum builds under the silence.
SMASH TO BLACK.
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Silence in the Desert
EXT. CARTEL BASE – ZONE OF SILENCE – NEXT MORNING
Blistering heat. The camp crackles with tension. Armed men
sweat under the sun, squinting into the haze. A few drink
beer for breakfast. Others pace nervously. Flies buzz.
Rafa "El Jaguar" Mendoza sits beneath a tarp, sunglasses on,
watching as his men unload weapons crates. Nearby, El Rojo
(30s, wild-eyed, superstitious) stands at the edge of the
camp, staring into the desert.
EL ROJO
(whispering to himself)
It's too quiet. Even the wind’s
gone.
A young recruit, CHECO, approaches with a radio in hand.
CHECO
Jefe, still nothing. No reception,
no drone feeds, not even local
chatter.
RAFA
Then they’re not listening. Which
means we’re winning.
INT. DEA COMMAND CENTER – NIGHT
Cassidy reviews archived surveillance of the desert—normal
conditions, normal static—then flips to live feed of the
Zone. The screen begins to twitch and fuzz again.*
CASSIDY
There. Did you see that?
She rewinds, plays frame-by-frame. The desert glitches—a
split-second frame of figures standing motionless in the
sand. Distorted. Inhuman.
RAMOS
What the hell was that?
CASSIDY
Frame interpolation bug?
RAMOS
That wasn’t no bug.
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Whispers in the Desert
EXT. DESERT OUTSKIRTS – ZONE OF SILENCE – SAME TIME
El Rojo, drawn by a faint sound—like whispering
static—wanders away from the camp. He clutches a gold
crucifix and keeps glancing over his shoulder.
Heat ripples. The desert horizon warps subtly, as if space is
bending.
Suddenly—the sun shifts position slightly. He looks up,
confused. He checks his watch. It’s blinking 12:00.
EL ROJO
What the f—?
A voice—faint, mechanical, feminine—echoes from nowhere.
MYSTERIOUS VOICE (V.O.)
You're not supposed to be here.
He spins. No one. Just sand. And then—he hears his mother’s
voice, soft and familiar, whispering in Spanish.
MOTHER’S VOICE (V.O.)
Mi hijo… ven conmigo...
El Rojo drops his rifle and begins walking, eyes glazed,
toward a distant shimmer.
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Into the Unknown
INT. DEA COMMAND CENTER – LATER
Ramos, now visibly disturbed, steps outside into the cold
desert night air. He lights a cigarette. Cassidy joins him.
CASSIDY
There’s something else. I ran a
heat scan... the Zone isn’t holding
temperature like the surrounding
areas.
RAMOS
Meaning?
CASSIDY
Meaning... something’s interfering
with the atmosphere itself.
Ramos exhales smoke, watching it swirl unnaturally.
RAMOS
Get me clearance for a manned
chopper. We need eyes in that
desert.
CASSIDY
Are you serious? We don’t even
know if signals are getting out.
RAMOS
Then maybe it’s time someone went
in.
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Desert Dread
EXT. DESERT RIDGE – LATER THAT DAY
We see El Rojo again—now shirtless, sunburned, trembling.
He’s curled up on the ground, sobbing hysterically, eyes
locked on the sky. A circular burn mark is seared into the
ground near him, his boots missing.
Above him, the clouds swirl in an unnatural spiral.
EL ROJO
(screaming) )
No more, mama… por favor… make them
stop…
Camera pans up to the empty, humming sky. A faint metallic
whine echoes as a silvery shape passes behind a cloud, gone
before we can process it.
CUT TO BLACK.
EXT. CARTEL BASE – MIDDAY
The sun is brutal overhead. Rafa kneels beside El Rojo, now
back at camp. The man’s eyes are swollen, face streaked with
tears and desert dust. His shirt is torn, hands trembling
uncontrollably. Several sicarios stand at a distance,
whispering.
RAFA
(quietly)
What happened to you, cabrón?
EL ROJO
(whispers, trembling)
They came down… I saw them.
Light... eyes like glass... like
mirrors...
RAFA
Who?
EL ROJO
They took me, Rafa... they opened
me... and then put me back wrong.
Rafa exchanges a look with his lieutenant, TORO (50s, ex-
military, stoic).
TORO
Sun cooked his brain. We can’t
afford weakness here.
RAFA
He’s not faking.
TORO
Then we have a problem.
El Rojo suddenly grabs Rafa’s arm like a child clinging to a
parent.
EL ROJO
We don’t belong here. It’s not
ours. We’re trespassing.
Rafa yanks his arm free. He looks at the desert—something in
his expression has shifted. Doubt.
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Mission Uncertainty
INT. DEA OPERATIONS ROOM – NIGHT
Inside the glass-walled nerve center of the DEA compound,
Cassidy and Ramos stand before a table covered in satellite
printouts, thermal maps, and a digital topography of the
Zone.
A tech agent enters, holding a tablet.
TECH AGENT
Sir—authorization for a manned
recon just came through. We’ve got
a team prepped out of Holloman Air
Base.
RAMOS
( (intense)
Two men. No weapons. Just recon
gear and biological sensors.
CASSIDY
They won’t make it back, will they?
RAMOS
We’re not sending them in to make
it back. We’re sending them in to
learn something.
Cassidy watches Ramos in silence. He seems haunted.
CASSIDY
What are you not telling me?
RAMOS
I’ve seen this before. Not
here—but in Fallujah. Kandahar.
Weird ops no one talks about. Guys
disappearing... coming back wrong.
Or not at all.
He grabs the tablet and leaves the room. Cassidy just stares
at the glitching map.
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Whispers of the Obelisk
EXT. CARTEL BASE – DUSK
Rafa walks alone toward the strange stone obelisk again, half-
buried in the sand. His radio crackles—static only. He’s
holding El Rojo’s crucifix.
The wind picks up. A low hum builds in the air—not wind, but
frequency. Rafa stops. He hears something faint.
VOICE (V.O.)
Rafa...
He spins. Nothing. Then something moves quickly in the corner
of his eye—a silhouette darting just out of focus.
VOICE (V.O.)
You shouldn't have come here...
A glint in the sand—he looks down. A human tooth, clean,
polished, lying atop the dirt. His own reflection stares back
at him in the tooth’s shine.
Behind him, Toro shouts from camp.
TORO (O.S.)
¡Jefe! You better come see this!
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Into the Unknown
INT. MILITARY CHOPPER – LATER THAT NIGHT
A slick DEA recon helicopter hums through the night sky.
Inside: two special operatives, faces covered, scanning the
terrain below with high-tech scopes. One holds a thermal
sensor.
PILOT (V.O.)
Crossing into Zone airspace now...
No comms past this point.
As they cross an invisible line over the desert, all cabin
lights flicker. The HUD glitches. One operative grabs his
headset.
OPERATIVE 1
We’re losing guidance.
OPERATIVE 2
It’s like something’s scrambling
us from inside the cockpit.
Below them, the desert flickers like a mirage. A ring of
faint lights—unmoving—sits in the sand like a landing site.
Then: darkness.
PILOT (V.O.)
I’m getting vertigo. Pulling back—
CRACK! All screens go black.
STATIC.
SMASH TO BLACK.
EXT. CARTEL BASE – ZONE OF SILENCE – NEXT DAY
The base has expanded. Trucks roll in and out. Armed guards
man perimeters. Makeshift fences and towers now dot the
landscape. A giant tent—camouflaged and heat-shielded—sits at
the heart of the operation.
Heat waves ripple across the desert, but everything inside
the camp is efficient and clean—for now.
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Under the Watchful Eye
INT. CRYSTAL METH LAB TENT – DAY
Inside the tent: an elaborate setup of makeshift chemistry
tables, industrial fans, and armed chemists in surgical
masks. Blue crystals dry on racks. Plastic tubs full of
finished product are being labeled and packed.
Supervisors bark orders. Workers move fast. A few smoke
nervously, wiping sweat from their brows.
RAFA (O.S.)
We’re weeks ahead of schedule.
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INT. STRATEGY TENT – MOMENTS LATER
Rafa stands at a map table with Toro, several lieutenants,
and LARA, a logistics expert in her 30s, sharp and organized.
Distribution routes are drawn across the map, avoiding major
highways and border checkpoints.
LARA
We've got three 18-wheelers
disguised as fertilizer hauls ready
to roll next week.
(MORE)
LARA (CONT'D)
Drop point just south of El Paso.
From there, L.A., Chicago,
Atlanta—clear channels.
TORO
No drones, no eyes. We’re off the
grid. They’ll never see us coming.
Rafa nods, but his mind is elsewhere. He glances toward the
distant ridge where El Rojo had wandered.
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EXT. BASE – LATER
A heavy dust cloud builds on the horizon. Vehicles. Black
SUVs with bulletproof glass. Armed escorts on dirt bikes. The
wind kicks up as the convoy pulls into camp.
Men straighten up. Silence falls. Engines shut off. Doors
open.
Out steps... EL PATRÓN, the Boss of Bosses. Late 50s,
serpentine calm, perfectly tailored suit despite the desert
heat. A face like carved stone. Eyes unreadable. He surveys
the camp like a man inspecting ants.
Rafa approaches and kisses his hand. Others follow.
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The Weight of Indifference
INT. STRATEGY TENT – MOMENTS LATER
The room is full, but silent. El Patrón sits alone at the
head of the table. He doesn’t remove his sunglasses.
RAFA
Señor, the lab is running at full
speed. Distribution begins next
week. We have safe passage into the
States—through silent roads. No
signals, no satellites.
El Patrón doesn’t speak. He lights a cigarette and exhales
slowly.
RAFA (CONT'D)
We're invisible here. Untouchable.
TORO
And we’ve begun training new
guards. No cell phones. No radios.
We’ve adapted.
LARA
Production can triple in a month.
No risk of exposure.
El Patrón leans back in his chair. Long silence.
EL PATRÓN
And what of the man who cried in
the dirt?
They freeze. No one answers.
EL PATRÓN (CONT'D)
They say he pissed himself. Called
for his mother. Said aliens were
peeling his bones.
TORO
He was... weak, señor. He's been
dealt with.
El Patrón stares at nothing. Another long pause.
EL PATRÓN
It doesn’t matter. Let the desert
eat who it wants. As long as the
trucks roll, and the money flows,
let the sky fall.
He stands. No further words. The room parts for him.
As he exits, we hear a faint ringing in the air—just for a
second—like a high-pitched tone only some of them can hear.
Rafa flinches.
EL PATRÓN (O.S.) (CONT'D)
( (tired, distant) )
This land has always belonged to
the dead.
And he’s gone.
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Deserted Dread
EXT. DIRT ROAD – SOMEWHERE BETWEEN ZONE & BORDER – NIGHT
A full moon over endless terrain. One of the cartel’s
disguised 18-wheelers rolls through the desert, escorted by
two armed SUVs.
The driver hums nervously, sweat dripping down his neck. The
CB radio crackles—no signal. He glances in the rearview
mirror.
Nothing.
He blinks. The SUV that was behind him is gone.
TRUCK DRIVER
¿Qué carajos...?
He taps the brakes. Looks around. Desert silence. The horizon
seems to pulse.
Suddenly, the headlights flicker. The truck's engine
sputters. Every dial on the dash spins wildly, then drops to
zero. The radio bursts with distorted voices—layered whispers
and distant screams.
A bright light flares in the sky above—no source, no
sound—then vanishes.
Glass beakers shatter on their own. A centrifuge spins
backward. One chemist screams as the blue crystal inside a
flask turns pitch black, then melts the container.
Lara rushes in, pistol drawn.
LARA
¡Cállense! What happened?
A tech points to the computer—a diagnostic screen looping
nonsense code. Then it flashes a single word in English, over
and over:
"RETURN"
CHEMIST
It's the third time. We reset
everything. The chemicals...
they’re reacting like they’re
alive.
TORO (O.S.)
( (to Lara, grim)
We need to burn the lab.
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Infiltration Dilemma
INT. DEA MOBILE COMMAND TRAILER – NIGHT
Back in El Paso, Cassidy and Ramos meet with COLONEL ERIC
BISHOP (50s, practical, with a “no-BS” face). They stand over
a topographical map of the Zone.
COLONEL BISHOP
Our drone teams are refusing to
fly back in. They say they’re
seeing things—hearing things. We’re
getting refusals across the board.
CASSIDY
It’s psychological. They’ve read
the reports. Mass suggestion.
RAMOS
No. It’s not suggestion. It’s the
Zone.
Bishop eyes them both, considering.
COLONEL BISHOP
We’ve got three operatives trained
for deep terrain recon. No tech.
Just boots and eyes.
He lays out a desert infiltration plan—an approach from the
south ridge, a drop-in zone, and a two-day window before
extraction. A real gamble.
COLONEL BISHOP (CONT'D)
They go in, they record what they
see—on film, not digital. They
don’t engage. And they don’t stay
longer than necessary.
CASSIDY
And if they don’t come back?
RAMOS
Then we stop playing games and call
in black ops.
Cassidy looks over at the screen showing static from the
missing cartel truck’s last GPS ping. The blinking light
pulses slower... slower... then vanishes.
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Breaking News: The Disappearance of El Jaguar
INT. MEXICAN NEWSROOM – NIGHT
A flashy TV set. Background screen shows a graphic of Rafa
“El Jaguar” Mendoza with “DESAPARECIDO” in bold red letters
beneath. Tense theme music plays. A crisp-suited anchor,
LUPITA MORALES, early 40s, sits at the news desk, looking
grim.
Footage of burning cars, bullet-riddled roads, and cartel
graffiti plays behind her.
ON TV – LIVE BROADCAST
LUPITA MORALES
(in Spanish; subtitled)
Good evening. Breaking news
tonight: Rafael Mendoza, also known
as El Jaguar, the feared enforcer
and regional commander of the
Sinaloa splinter faction, is
missing and presumed dead following
what authorities are calling a
coordinated strike by rival
cartels.
Cut to shaky cellphone footage—a rural road littered with
debris. Gunfire in the distance. A blurred figure lying face
down.
LUPITA (V.O.)
Sources close to the investigation
report a bloody ambush outside of
Guachochi, Chihuahua. Five bodies
were recovered.
(MORE)
LUPITA (V.O.) (CONT'D)
None officially identified—but
unconfirmed reports suggest
Mendoza’s vehicle was found among
the wreckage.
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Power Shifts and Uncertainty
INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT – SOMEWHERE IN MEXICO
A group of young men watch from a couch, stunned. One wears a
Sinaloa jersey. Another nervously texts.
YOUNG MAN
If Rafa’s gone… it’s open season.
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INT. DEA OFFICE – SAME NIGHT
Cassidy watches the same report on a small TV while updating
intel folders. Ramos walks in, sees the footage.
RAMOS
They think Mendoza’s dead?
CASSIDY
Or they want people to think that.
She glances at her screen—all cartel radio chatter has gone
dark.
CASSIDY (CONT'D)
But someone’s still pulling
strings.
BACK TO TV BROADCAST
Lupita now sits in front of a map showing northern cartel
zones, red areas flashing. Headlines scroll beneath.
LUPITA MORALES (SUBTITLED)
If true, Mendoza’s death could
trigger a violent power vacuum in
the north.
(MORE)
LUPITA MORALES (SUBTITLED) (CONT'D)
Border towns are already on high
alert, and security forces have
been mobilized in Durango and
Sinaloa.
Another photo of Rafa appears—smiling with a jaguar tattoo on
his throat.
LUPITA
But as always in cartel
territory... dead men have a way of
coming back.
FADE OUT.
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Presumed Dead
EXT. ZONE OF SILENCE – ABANDONED MILITARY OUTPOST – NIGHT
A crumbling bunker half-buried in sand. Floodlights hum
overhead, casting warped shadows across jagged concrete and
twisted barbed wire. Wind howls in short bursts, then dies
completely.
Inside the outpost, Rafa “El Jaguar” Mendoza sits alone at a
rusted metal table, shirt unbuttoned, face bruised, silent.
He sips tequila straight from the bottle, staring at a desert
map pinned to the wall, hand-drawn supply routes marked in
red.
A young soldier, PEQUE, early 20s, nervous but loyal, walks
in holding a tablet and a patched-together satellite phone
that only works within feet of the command tent.
INT. ABANDONED OUTPOST – CONTINUOUS
PEQUE
Jefe… you’re not gonna believe
this.
He slides the tablet across the table. The screen plays a
pixelated news broadcast—Rafa’s photo, the headline “RAFA
MENDOZA PRESUMED DEAD IN AMBUSH.”
Rafa stares. Eyes narrow. He leans in as the broadcast
continues.
LUPITA (V.O., FROM TABLET)
…found among the wreckage,
unrecognizable. Federal authorities
say it’s likely Mendoza was among
the dead…
He exhales slowly, processing. Then leans back in his chair.
RAFA
So... I’m a ghost now.
PEQUE
Everyone thinks you're gone. The
streets are talking. Some say you
got lit up by Carrasco’s people.
Others say you faked your death to
run.
RAFA
(smirking)
I didn’t even know I was dead.
PEQUE
Should we send word? Let them know
you're alive?
A long pause. Rafa stands, walks to the open doorway. He
looks out into the endless, dark desert—nothing but stars and
silence. The hum in the air feels like it's vibrating his
bones.
RAFA
(sharp breath)
If I stay dead... I lose power.
Beat.
RAFA (CONT'D)
But if I come back… they know
where to look.
PEQUE
You think this place is safe?
Rafa glances up at the sky, still haunted by El Rojo’s
breakdown, the vanished truck, the lab incident. He runs a
hand across his face.
RAFA
This place doesn’t care if you’re
alive or dead.
Another long beat. The wind shifts. Somewhere outside, a
faint metallic sound echoes—like a scream wrapped in static,
distant but not natural.
PEQUE
Jefe?
RAFA
Give it 24 hours.
PEQUE
And then?
RAFA
If this desert doesn’t eat me by
then… I decide who I want to be.
Rafa takes another swig of tequila and turns back toward the
table. The screen flickers—Rafa’s face frozen in grayscale.
FADE TO BLACK.
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["Crime","Thriller","Drama"]
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Confronting Silence
INT. EL PATRÓN’S PRIVATE STUDY – NIGHT
Golden lamplight. A spacious, silent room filled with old-
world opulence: leather chairs, mahogany shelves lined with
rare books, religious icons beside antique firearms. A record
player softly hums an old bolero tune.
El Patrón stands near a floor-to-ceiling window, backlit by
candlelight, sipping espresso. He’s in a silk robe, barefoot
on polished marble. The serenity is unnerving.
A large TV screen on the wall shows the same news broadcast
reporting Rafa's presumed death. The anchor's voice plays
faintly in the background.
TV ANCHOR (V.O., SUBTITLED)
…remains unconfirmed, but sources
indicate that Mendoza’s
disappearance may be part of a
growing turf war…
He turns the volume off with a remote—click.
Footsteps echo softly behind him as MONTERO, his chief
intelligence officer (bald, quiet, deadly), enters holding a
file.
MONTERO
The Americans are buying it. So are
the federales. Even Carrasco’s men
think Rafa’s been buried.
EL PATRÓN
( (softly) )
But you don’t.
MONTERO
(smiling slightly)
He’s too proud to die in someone
else’s lie.
El Patrón turns, taking the file. Inside: satellite images,
intercepted cartel chatter, and a thermal drone image showing
movement in the Zone of Silence—barely readable, distorted by
interference.
MONTERO (CONT'D)
We've been tracking power spikes
and irregular movement inside the
Zone. Only one group entered
recently. And none have come out.
EL PATRÓN
Then he’s alive.
He closes the file gently. Sets his espresso down.
EL PATRÓN (CONT'D)
Rafa is in a place where power
doesn’t behave the way he
understands. Where loyalty bends.
Where identity dissolves.
MONTERO
Should we retrieve him?
EL PATRÓN
No.
He walks slowly toward an elaborate wooden altar on the far
wall, where a single candle burns beneath a figure of Santa
Muerte dressed in gold.
EL PATRÓN (CONT'D)
Let him wrestle with the silence.
Let him decide who he really is.
A pause. The candle flickers violently—though no wind is
present.
EL PATRÓN (CONT'D)
Only the ones who return from that
place deserve to rule.
FADE TO BLACK.
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["Crime","Thriller","Drama"]
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21 -
Into the Zona del Silencio
EXT. EDGE OF THE ZONE – NIGHT
A military-style off-road vehicle creeps through rocky
terrain. The stars above are unnaturally bright—too many, too
still. Three DEA special operatives ride inside, dressed in
desert camo, stripped of all digital gear. Just analog
cameras, notebooks, and nerves.
TEAM LEADER (AGENT DELANEY, 40s) checks a compass—the needle
spins in slow circles.
AGENT RAMOS (V.O., RECORDED BRIEFING)
Once you're inside the Zone,
nothing is trustworthy. Not your
GPS. Not your watch. Not your
senses.
They pass a rusted sign, barely legible in moonlight:
ZONA DEL SILENCIO – PELIGRO
EXT. CARTEL BASE – SAME NIGHT
Rafa stands by a fire pit, staring into the flames. Around
him, guards patrol with flashlights, cigarettes glowing in
the dark. It’s too quiet—the kind of silence that presses on
the eardrums.
Suddenly—a scream pierces the night. Sharp. Human.
RAFA
¡Luz! ¡Ahora!
Guards race with flashlights, heading toward the southern
fence. One stumbles on something in the sand—a rifle, twisted
like it melted.
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EXT. INSIDE THE ZONE – NIGHT
The DEA vehicle halts. The agents step out, flashlights
sweeping the area. They breathe heavy, already on edge.
DELANEY
Eyes up. No radio chatter unless
we find proof of cartel activity.
Stay tight.
Suddenly, Agent Lee (30s, ex-Navy) points up.
AGENT LEE
Is that… smoke?
A thin column of dark smoke drifts in the distance—but no
flames, no glow. Just smoke… rising from cold earth.
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Unseen Threats
EXT. CARTEL BASE – CONTINUOUS
Rafa reaches the body. It’s one of his lieutenants—half-
buried in the dirt, his face frozen mid-scream, but no
wounds, no blood. A strange circular burn etched on his
chest. No signs of a struggle.
TORO
He walked patrol ten minutes ago.
LARA (O.S.)
Where's the camera?
They check his body cam. The feed is corrupted—white static,
then frames of flickering light, a tall, featureless
silhouette, a low hum before it cuts out.
RAFA
(silent, furious)
Something’s hunting us.
CUT TO:
EXT. ZONE RIDGE – DEA TEAM – LATER
The team climbs a low ridge, cresting it—they stop. In the
valley below: the faint glow of campfires, trucks,
silhouettes moving. The cartel base.
DELANEY
There they are. Whole damn
operation in plain sight.
AGENT LEE
We’re the first ones to see it from
the outside.
Suddenly, their analog camera clicks by itself. They freeze.
The lens turns on its own. Then—
CLICK.
It takes a photo. No one’s touching it.
AGENT DELANEY
What the hell?
The photo slowly prints out. They grab it.
It shows them—from behind.
SMASH TO BLACK.
Genres:
["Thriller","Mystery","Crime"]
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23 -
Desert Pursuit
EXT. EDGE OF CARTEL LAB SECTOR – NIGHT
Moonlight washes over a vast, silent stretch of desert.
Crates, generators, and metal barrels lie scattered like a
ghost town. No voices. No guards in sight.
The DEA team—Delaney, Lee, and Cruz—move slowly through the
darkness, masks on, night-vision goggles active, pistols with
silencers drawn. Their comm gear is dead. No buzz. No static.
Just an unnatural hum—low and vibrating their ribs.
AGENT LEE
Nothing on infrared. It’s like
they just vanished.
AGENT CRUZ
I don’t like this. Where are the
trucks? Where’s the lab?
DELANEY
We go in. Get visual evidence. Then
get the hell out.
CUT TO:
EXT. DESERT PATHWAY – CONTINUOUS
The agents sweep a line of rusting lab equipment—burned
tents, melted coolers, barrels with strange black fluid
leaking into the sand.
Suddenly—movement. Two cartel soldiers break from a ruined
trailer, sprinting for the hills. One looks back, clearly
panicked.
CRUZ
Contact—two o’clock!
Gunfire erupts—suppressed shots cracking through the silence.
Muzzle flashes blink like fireflies. The cartel men shoot
back and disappear into the dark.
DELANEY
Move! Let’s go!
The agents give chase—running through the desolate expanse,
boots pounding sand. The hum gets louder, sharp, almost like
teeth grinding in their skulls.
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24 -
The Portal's Embrace
EXT. DEEPER INTO THE ZONE – MOMENTS LATER
They reach a dry riverbed. The sound suddenly cuts out
entirely—like the world goes mute. No footfalls. No
breathing. Just the hum.
Then—a flash. A vertical slit of blue-white energy rips open
in the air like tearing fabric.
A portal—twisting, shimmering, alive with unnatural movement.
Inside: darkness and stars, or maybe oceans and bones—it
keeps changing.
The cartel soldiers stop running and stare. So do the agents.
AGENT LEE
What… the hell is that?
Too late. The hum spikes—like a scream from inside the earth.
The portal pulses, and Whoosh...
All five are yanked forward. They don’t jump. They don’t
fall. They just VANISH.
The portal collapses into itself like crushed metal. Silence
returns. The desert is empty again.
CUT TO:
WIDE SHOT – DESERT – NIGHT
Just wind now. No footprints. No sound. The only sign
something happened: a small black scorch mark in the shape of
a spiral... slowly fading.
FADE TO BLACK.
Genres:
["Sci-Fi","Thriller","Action"]
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25 -
Vanishing Signals
INT. DEA COMMAND CENTER – EL PASO – NIGHT
The control room glows with pale monitors and tension.
Cassidy stands over the operations desk, eyes fixed on a
flatline signal. A red dot blinks—then fades. The last known
position of the recon team.
TECH ANALYST
We lost the beacon again. Same as
last time. Clean cutoff.
CASSIDY
That was analog gear. No satellite
relay. It shouldn’t just vanish.
Ramos enters, eyes bloodshot, holding a fresh mug of coffee.
Cassidy points to the screen.
CASSIDY (CONT'D)
They were twenty clicks inside the
Zone. Radio silent as ordered. Then
gone.
RAMOS
How many minutes since contact?
CASSIDY
Thirty-two. No flares. No failsafe
pings. It’s like the desert ate
them.
Cassidy flips through the team's analog tracker photos—one is
blurry, another shows a wide-angle of empty desert terrain.
Then she stops cold on the last one.
A photo taken seconds before blackout: faint silhouettes in
the distance… five figures standing still. Blurred. Too tall.
Out of proportion.
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26 -
The Disappearance in the Zone of Silence
EXT. ZONE OF SILENCE – CARTEL BASE – SAME NIGHT
Meanwhile, at the cartel camp, Toro and Lara walk the
perimeter under flashlights. A headcount is underway. The
tension is high.
TORO
You seen Jacinto or Quino?
GUARD
They left an hour ago to check the
storage tents. Never came back.
Rafa exits a bunker, overhearing.
RAFA
What do you mean never came back?
LARA
No gunfire. No sign of struggle.
They were last seen running from
the lab ruins.
Rafa looks out into the vast desert. Then to the old stone
obelisk, half-buried nearby—its surface glowing faintly blue
in the moonlight. His jaw tightens.
RAFA
Start digging where they were last
seen.
TORO
Dig? For what?
RAFA
Just dig.
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27 -
Echoes of Dread
INT. DEA COMMAND CENTER – SAME TIME
Cassidy plays the team's last bodycam audio on loop. At
first, it’s wind. Footsteps. Then a voice—Agent Lee.
AGENT LEE (RECORDED)
( (whispering)
Something’s here. It’s watching
us. I think it's—
The audio distorts violently. Then a tone—like a frequency
that’s not meant to be heard by human ears.
Cassidy yanks off her headphones, eyes wide.
CASSIDY
Jesus…
Ramos looks over her shoulder. The screen shows a new file
uploading from the team's analog camera.
CASSIDY (CONT'D)
They tried to send something
back...
The image begins to load slowly—a still frame.
A warped landscape. A spiral sky. A field of identical faces,
standing shoulder to shoulder.
Each one is staring back at the camera. And one of them is
Rafa.
SMASH TO BLACK.
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["Thriller","Sci-Fi","Crime"]
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28 -
Tensions in the Zone of Silence
INT. JOINT OPERATIONS FACILITY – EL PASO – NEXT MORNING
A secure underground meeting room. Cement walls, buzzing
fluorescent lights, no windows. The atmosphere is thick with
mistrust and urgency. American coffee on one side, Mexican
bottled water on the other.
A large steel table is flanked by representatives from:
DEA – Cassidy and Ramos, clearly shaken but composed.
FBI – Special Agent Brynn Keller, late 40s, straight out of
Langley briefings.
AIC (Mexico) – Director Ignacio Romero, 50s, sharp suit,
with two younger analysts behind him.
A map of northern Mexico and the Zone of Silence is projected
on the screen. Areas are marked in red. Circles indicate last
known agent positions.
CUT TO:
INT. BRIEFING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
ROMERO (AIC)
Three of your agents disappear...
and you tell us it’s because of a
desert?
RAMOS
Not the desert. The Zone.
KELLER (FBI)
There’s no confirmed threat. No
digital trace. No hostiles on
satellite. We can’t even prove
they’re dead.
CASSIDY
They’re gone. Along with two
cartel foot soldiers. At the exact
same time. Same place. And they
were chasing each other.
Romero leans back, unimpressed.
ROMERO
The Cartel kills people and buries
the bodies. It’s not supernatural.
It’s just Mexico.
CASSIDY
We intercepted a signal. Right
before they disappeared. You wanna
hear it?
She presses a button. The same distorted audio clip plays:
Agent Lee’s last words, then that haunting frequency
spike—high and unnatural.
ROMERO
(turning to his analysts,
uneasy)
That’s not cartel radio.
RAMOS
No. It’s not radio at all.
CUT TO:
ON SCREEN – THE MAP
Ramos pulls up a still image—the last one received. The same
distorted field, the five figures frozen mid-step as the
portal snapped shut. Romero’s analysts whisper to each other
in Spanish, unnerved.
KELLER
We need to pull back all ground ops
in the area. Full denial of access.
Until we figure out what we’re
dealing with.
ROMERO
( (scoffing) )
You want to lock down a hundred
miles of Mexican territory because
of a photograph?
CASSIDY
I want to know what the hell
opened up in your desert.
Beat. No one speaks.
RAMOS
I say we send in another team.
KELLER
Absolutely not. Not until we
understand what this is.
ROMERO
Or who’s behind it.
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29 -
Unearthed Dread
INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE BRIEFING ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
Cassidy and Ramos walk side by side, both deeply unsettled.
CASSIDY
They think this is cartel tech, or
a drug hallucination.
RAMOS
It’s neither.
He stops, lowers his voice.
RAMOS (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
What if this whole time we’ve been
tracking a war we don’t even
understand?
FADE OUT.
EXT. ZONE OF SILENCE – DIG SITE NEAR THE CAMP – LATE
AFTERNOON
The desert sun hangs low—orange, angry, oppressive. A group
of cartel soldiers dig aggressively into the brittle earth
with shovels, pickaxes, even their hands. Sweat pours, dust
coats their faces.
The stone obelisk looms nearby, half-buried and now faintly
glowing in the shadows. No one mentions it. They all feel it.
CLOSE ON – TWO WORKERS, ARMANDO & CHACÓN
ARMANDO
(grunting)
We bury bodies. We don’t dig 'em
up.
CHACÓN
(panting)
You ask me, Rafa’s losing it.
First he sees ghosts. Now we’re
grave robbing?
ARMANDO
Grave robbing who? There’s nothing
here but sand and bones.
He stops digging for a moment and pulls off his bandana,
catching his breath. His fingernails are bleeding from
clawing rock.
CHACÓN
This whole place feels cursed.
Every night I hear sounds... like
the wind crying.
ARMANDO
Nah. That ain’t the wind.
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The Awakening of the Stone
EXT. DIG SITE – CONTINUOUS
Another soldier, CISCO, hits something. Metal on stone. The
impact echoes too long—like it struck something hollow.
CISCO
¡Oye! Got something!
Everyone stops. Rafa approaches silently from the shadows,
eyes locked on the hole.
RAFA
Keep going.
CHACÓN
Boss, we’ve been at this six hours.
Nothing here but rock and
heatstroke.
RAFA
There’s something here. I felt it.
Just keep digging.
ARMANDO
( (low)
He felt it, he says…
CHACÓN
( (sarcastic) )
Next thing you know he’s gonna say
the desert talks back.
The men laugh quietly—nervous, forced. Rafa doesn’t react. He
just stares into the pit, stone cold. The laughter dies fast.
Cisco digs deeper, brushing away dirt. Something starts to
take shape—a ring of smooth black stone, polished like
obsidian, engraved with symbols that don’t belong to any
known language.
As he brushes it, the hum begins again—low, steady, felt more
than heard.
CISCO
What the hell is this?
The stone pulses faintly with light.
RAFA
( (silent, almost
reverent)
The entrance.
CUT TO:
WIDE SHOT – THE DIG SITE
The cartel men stand frozen, surrounding the exposed ring.
Shadows lengthen. The glow from the stone increases, bathing
their faces in pale blue.
Above them, clouds begin to spiral slowly. Something is
changing.
FADE OUT.
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31 -
Desert Whispers
EXT. CARTEL BASE – NIGHT
A storm brews overhead—clouds spiral, thunder rumbles without
lightning. The glowing ring unearthed at the dig site now
sits exposed under a tarp, guarded but never touched. No one
goes near it.
Rafa paces near a dim campfire, eyes wild and sleepless. He
watches his men move like ghosts. The desert feels smaller,
like it’s closing in.
EXT. BASE PERIMETER – CONTINUOUS
He signals to TORO, his most trusted soldier. Late 50s,
weathered, calm, a survivor. Toro steps aside with him. The
wind howls low, whispering across the sand like it's
speaking.
RAFA
(quiet, urgent) )
It’s not working.
TORO
What’s not?
RAFA
The plan. The Zone. The silence.
All of it.
Beat.
RAFA (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
We’re not ghosts. We’re prisoners.
Toro studies him, guarded.
TORO
You think the DEA found us?
RAFA
Worse. Something else did.
A long silence. Thunder cracks in the distance. The dig
site’s tarp flaps violently, even though the wind isn't
strong enough.
RAFA (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
Take three men. Go to the city.
Find El Patrón. Tell him we need to
pull out. All of us. Burn the site,
abandon everything.
TORO
You’re asking me to contradict the
man who built this whole operation?
RAFA
Tell him… "The desert is
speaking." He’ll know what I mean.
Toro looks at him a moment longer, then nods—no words. He
turns and walks into the dark, signaling three trusted men to
join him. They gather gear fast, loading into a black SUV.
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32 -
A Prayer in the Shadows
EXT. CARTEL BASE – LATER THAT NIGHT
Rafa watches from the ridge as their vehicle disappears into
the horizon. The glowing tarp behind him pulses faintly,
casting long, jagged shadows.
He mutters to himself, almost a prayer:
RAFA
If he listens, we live…
FADE TO BLACK.
EXT. EL PATRÓN’S ESTATE – NIGHT
Rain falls softly as Toro’s black SUV pulls up the
cobblestone drive of El Patrón’s sprawling villa. Armed
guards step forward, recognize him, and wave him through.
Lightning flickers across the hills. Everything is too quiet.
The estate is even more opulent than before—marble, gold, and
shadows. The smell of expensive cigars and aged leather
clings to the walls.
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33 -
A Clash of Loyalties
INT. EL PATRÓN’S STUDY – MOMENTS LATER
The same study as before. El Patrón sits behind a massive
desk carved from obsidian and oak. A cigar burns untouched in
a crystal tray. He stares at Toro like he’s already read the
whole conversation in advance.
Toro stands soaked, hat in hand. He looks tired, but
resolved.
TORO
Señor... things are bad out there. Rafa sent me to speak
plain. We need to pull out. Something’s wrong with that
place.
EL PATRÓN
(stern, unbothered)
Rafa always lacked the stomach for unknowns.
TORO
It’s not fear. He’s seeing things. We’re seeing things. Men
disappearing. Machines melting. Sounds we can’t explain.
EL PATRÓN
Then he’s broken.
He rises and walks slowly to the tall window overlooking the
hills. A flash of lightning reveals dozens of stone statues
in the courtyard—each eerily human, as if frozen mid-motion.
EL PATRÓN (CONT’D)
I gave Rafa the tools of empire. And he brings back fairy
tales and panic.
Beat. He turns back to Toro.
EL PATRÓN (CONT’D)
I want you to replace him.
Toro stiffens, eyes narrowing.
TORO
Señor… I didn’t come here for a promotion.
EL PATRÓN
You came here to deliver a message. I’ve heard it. And now
I’ve given you mine.
TORO
He’s a good man. Loyal. Maybe too loyal to things he doesn’t
understand. But he still has command of the men.
EL PATRÓN
Not for long.
He moves to the altar of Santa Muerte, lights a match, and
lets the flame catch slowly.
EL PATRÓN (CONT’D)
Tell Rafa if he can’t silence the Zone… I will.
He turns to Toro, eyes cold.
EL PATRÓN (CONT’D)
And if you stay loyal to him, you’ll join him in whatever
hell he’s found.
Toro swallows hard. The candle flame reflects in his eyes.
CUT TO:
EXT. ESTATE – MOMENTS LATER
Toro exits the villa, steps into the rain, breath trembling.
His men wait by the vehicle.
GUARD
What did he say?
Toro doesn’t answer. He looks up at the dark sky, then back
at the house. He knows this is bigger than a power struggle.
TORO
We ride at dawn.
FADE TO BLACK.
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34 -
Pressure in the Lab
INT. FEYNATAL LAB – NIGHT
The lab glows under dim red emergency lights, most of the
normal power having been rerouted to guard the camp
perimeter. Beakers bubble on open flames. Strange, bluish
powdered compounds sit in trays, surrounded by cold steel and
sweaty chemists in lab coats.
A nervous but brilliant lead chemist, Dr. Navarro (40s,
glasses fogged from the heat), approaches Rafa, who stands by
the door watching through the observation window, arms
crossed, jaw tight.
INT. FEYNATAL LAB – CONTINUOUS
DR. NAVARRO
Señor Mendoza...
Rafa doesn’t turn. Just nods slightly for him to speak.
DR. NAVARRO (CONT’D)
The latest batch... synthesized stronger than expected.
Rafa finally turns, chewing his cheek, exhausted and wired.
RAFA
Stronger? How much stronger?
DR. NAVARRO
Rough estimate—about one hundred times more potent than
standard street-grade. A single drop could tranquilize an
elephant. Maybe even kill it.
RAFA
(beat, nodding slowly)
That’s good, right?
DR. NAVARRO
(uneasy)
Not... not exactly. If we cut it wrong—if it’s dosed even
slightly off—people will die almost instantly. It’ll hit the
streets like napalm.
RAFA
So cut it better. We dilute it like the coke. We do that
every day.
DR. NAVARRO
You don’t understand. This isn’t cocaine. This is something
else. The molecular stability is off—like it’s reacting to
the air here. I think...
He hesitates. Rafa steps in closer.
RAFA
You think what, Navarro?
DR. NAVARRO
(whispering)
I think the Zone is changing it.
A tense silence. The bubbling beakers hiss behind them. Rafa
stares, a twitch in his jaw. His breathing quickens.
RAFA
You think I need this shit right now?
He SLAMS a nearby tray of glass vials—shattering them. Blue
powder erupts into the air like smoke.
RAFA (CONT’D)
I've got men vanishing into thin air, soldiers whispering to
walls, rocks humming at night—and now you tell me the one
thing that’s working... might be too good?
DR. NAVARRO
(terrified, trembling)
I—I just wanted to be honest, señor.
Rafa grabs him by the collar, shoving him against the metal
shelves. Glass clinks and rattles.
RAFA
Then fix it. Cut it. Stabilize it. Water it down. I don’t
care what you do. Just make it move.
He releases Navarro, breathing heavy. The chemist nods,
stumbling backward, dazed.
RAFA (CONT’D)
You have forty-eight hours. After that… either it ships, or
you do.
Navarro nods quickly and hurries away. Rafa stands in the
center of the lab, surrounded by bubbling poison, lit by the
red glow of warning lights. The hum begins again—low,
throbbing. He rubs his temples.
FADE TO BLACK.
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35 -
Unearthing the Unknown
EXT. DIG SITE – ZONE OF SILENCE – EARLY MORNING
The first light of day creeps over the desert. A bone-dry
wind sweeps across the dig site, flapping torn tarps and
stirring dust. Half a dozen cartel men work in silence,
sunburned and paranoid. The uncovered black stone ring now
sits untouched, surrounded by shallow trenches and scattered
equipment.
At the edge of the site, Lara kneels with a flashlight,
brushing dirt off something hard and curved—not rock.
LARA
(to herself)
What the hell are you?
She clears more dirt and reveals a matte-gray metallic
surface. It’s unnaturally smooth and cold to the touch—even
in the desert sun. The surface has strange grooves, forming
symbols or possibly circuitry.
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EXT. DIG SITE – MOMENTS LATER
Rafa arrives, flanked by two guards. He’s tense, on edge.
Lara points to the uncovered section.
LARA
We thought it was old military—maybe Cold War. But look at
this.
She holds up a thin, transparent shard of what looks like
glass, but it's flexible and emits a faint pulse when
touched. Rafa takes it and watches it flash a glyph-like
pattern, then go still.
RAFA
That’s not glass.
LARA
No. And it’s not human.
They both look at the partially exposed surface—now cleared
to reveal a seamless hatch-like shape embedded in the desert
floor, leading down. It's rimmed with the same obsidian-like
stone from the portal.
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INT. MAKESHIFT CAMP LAB – LATER
Navarro nervously examines one of the metallic shards. He
holds a Geiger counter near it—spikes. He shines UV light on
the surface—new symbols glow that weren’t visible before.
NAVARRO
(quietly, to himself)
This isn’t reacting to us. It’s reacting to here.
He glances out the tent flap toward the ridge in the
distance—where the mountain rises. A massive shadow, unmoved
for centuries.
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The Hidden Structure
EXT. DIG SITE – AFTERNOON
The cartel diggers have uncovered more: a vast, curved metal
wall buried in layers of desert rock.
Geometric shapes protrude—unnatural, non-Mexican, too precise
to be ancient and too old to be modern.
CHACÓN
Y’all sure this ain’t some government shit?
ARMANDO
No government builds sideways into a mountain like this.
LARA
They weren’t building. They were hiding.
Rafa stares at the mountain, his eyes tracing its shape. He
realizes the dig site curves inward, like the edge of a
massive buried structure.
RAFA
It’s not under the mountain.
RAFA (CONT’D)
The mountain’s covering it.
WIDE SHOT – THE ZONE RIDGE
From high above: the dig site is one edge of a massive
circular depression hidden by erosion and time. The mountain
is not natural—it’s a capstone. A lid.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Mystery","Thriller","Sci-Fi"]
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37 -
Buried Secrets
EXT. DIRT ROAD – JUST OUTSIDE THE ZONE – LATE AFTERNOON
A dusty black SUV kicks up sand as it roars down a desolate
road cutting through cactus and brush. Inside sits Toro, jaw
clenched, eyes fixed straight ahead. His three men ride
silently with him, the tension so thick it hums.
TORO (V.O.)
(quiet, steady)
He gave me everything. Territory. Men. The right to speak
freely. But no man can lead if he’s lost to ghosts.
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INT. SUV – MOMENTS LATER
Toro’s phone rings. He checks the number—a secure line. He
hesitates, then answers.
TORO
Sí.
MALE VOICE (FILTERED)
He already knows.
TORO
(slowly)
Knows what?
MALE VOICE
About your visit. About the mountain. About Rafa’s fear.
A pause. The voice drops lower, direct.
MALE VOICE (CONT’D)
He says if Rafa wants to crawl out of the desert... he
should stay buried in it.
The line goes dead.
Toro slowly lowers the phone, jaw tight. His men glance at
him, confused.
SOLDIER
All good, jefe?
Toro doesn’t answer. He just watches the road disappear
beneath the tires.
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38 -
The Weight of Loyalty
INT. EL PATRÓN’S ESTATE – PRIVATE STUDY – SAME TIME
*El Patrón sits alone at his desk, watching live drone
footage from above the Zone. The dig site is barely visible,
partially obscured by swirling dust and interference, but the
ringed structure glows faintly beneath the surface.
A voice crackles over his private comms line—Montero, his
intelligence chief.
MONTERO (V.O.)
He's still loyal. But he's unsure. Too unsure.
EL PATRÓN
Good. That’s when men are most useful.
He pours a glass of mezcal. Doesn’t drink it.
EL PATRÓN (CONT’D)
If Toro returns... let him bring the fire. And if he
doesn't—
He looks at a map of the Zone. Several markers pulse red. One
marker blinks directly over the dig site.
EL PATRÓN (CONT’D)
Then the desert can keep both of them.
FADE TO BLACK.
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39 -
Awakening Dread
EXT. ZONE OF SILENCE – ENTRANCE ROAD – SUNSET
The desert glows red-orange. Toro’s SUV approaches the
makeshift cartel checkpoint. The guards step aside, surprised
to see him return so soon. He gives a short nod, but his
expression is hard—tense.
INT. FEYNATAL LAB – SAME TIME
Dr. Navarro works alone, gloves on, goggles in place. He has
several fragments of alien material under microscopes and
light filters. His hands are shaking slightly.
He carefully places one shard under a micro-spectral scanner.
The screen pulses, trying to interpret the material. Lines of
unknown characters fill the screen. A *3D image builds
slowly—a design.
A spiral. A ring. A blueprint of the mountain.
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EXT. CARTEL BASE – DIG SITE – NIGHT
Toro walks past the dig site. It’s deeper now. Wider. More
exposed. He notices new cracks in the ground, glowing faintly
under the surface. One of the soldiers is sitting alone,
rocking slightly.
TORO
Where’s Rafa?
SOLDIER
(dazed)
He won’t come out of the command tent... says the mountain’s
watching us now.
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INT. LAB – CONTINUOUS
Navarro overlays the scan onto a topographic map. It aligns
perfectly with the surrounding terrain… and the mountain.
NAVARRO
(whispers)
Oh my God…
He taps through more layers. A structure forms beneath the
surface—multi-tiered, non-Euclidean, pulsing faint energy
along invisible channels. At the center: a core, shaped like
a massive black eye.
Suddenly, the lights in the lab flicker. The monitors begin
to glitch, displaying a string of alien glyphs repeating over
and over.
"???—AWAKEN—???"
Navarro backs away from the screen,
terrified.
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40 -
The Awakening Threat
EXT. CARTEL BASE – TORO APPROACHES COMMAND TENT – NIGHT
Toro reaches Rafa’s tent. He pauses, then enters slowly.
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INT. COMMAND TENT – NIGHT
Rafa sits alone, staring at a map, surrounded by candles. His
eyes are sunken, and his hands shake slightly. He doesn’t
look up.
RAFA
You went to him?
TORO
I did.
Beat.
TORO (CONT'D)
He wants you replaced. Said you
lost the desert.
RAFA
He’s wrong.
TORO
(quietly)
Is he?
Rafa finally looks up. His eyes are bloodshot but clear.
RAFA
No. I didn’t lose it.
He stands, points toward the dig site.
RAFA (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
It’s waking up. And we’re still
standing too close.
FADE TO BLACK.
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41 -
Shifting Priorities
INT. COMMAND TENT – ZONE OF SILENCE – NIGHT
Wind howls outside the flapping canvas. The lights
flicker—powered by failing generators. Inside, Rafa stands
over a hand-drawn map of the dig site and the mountain
beyond. His fingers tremble, but his eyes are clear. Focused.
Toro enters with a flask, watching Rafa closely.
TORO
The lab’s stable again. Navarro’s
tweaking the formula like you said.
Security’s back on rotation.
RAFA
It doesn’t matter.
TORO
What do you mean?
Rafa looks up, voice low and calm—eerily detached.
RAFA
I want the labs emptied. All of
them. No equipment. No product.
Move it out.
TORO
(confused)
Move it where?
RAFA
Anywhere but here. Burn what you
can’t carry. No traces left.
TORO
And El Patrón?
RAFA
I don’t care about El Patrón.
Toro freezes. That’s not something you say lightly.
TORO
Rafa... if you’re thinking of
walking away from the operation,
you better be ready to run.
Rafa steps closer, voice just above a whisper.
RAFA
This is beyond operations. Beyond
shipments. Beyond money.
He holds up Navarro’s printout—the alien glyphs glowing
faintly under blacklight.
RAFA (CONT'D)
This isn’t cartel territory. It’s
something else. Something buried.
Something that’s waking up.
TORO
What are you saying?
RAFA
I’m going to call Comisario
General.
TORO
(staggered)
You’re calling the intelligence
service?
RAFA
They study things like this.
They’ve known about the Zone longer
than we have. Maybe... just
maybe... they’ll know what to do.
TORO
You trust them?
RAFA
No. But I trust this less.
He looks toward the flap of the tent, beyond which the
mountain looms in darkness, and something pulses faintly
beneath the earth.
RAFA (CONT'D)
Tell the men to start loading.
We’re not dealers anymore—we’re
passengers.
FADE OUT.
NT. CNISP HEADQUARTERS – MEXICO CITY – NIGHT
A secure, sleek, subterranean command center. Low lighting,
glass walls, and shadowy corridors. Monitors display
encrypted chatter, satellite scans of the northern desert,
and video archives labeled "ZONA DEL SILENCIO – CLASSIFIED."
Director VELASCO, 50s, poised and precise, reviews an urgent
encrypted transmission. A tech analyst beside him stares at
the screen in disbelief.
ANALYST
It’s from Rafael Mendoza.
VELASCO
The enforcer?
ANALYST
Yes sir. He’s requesting
contact... and intel.
VELASCO
About what?
ANALYST
He mentions structures beneath the
mountain. Non-human. He says the
Zone is “waking up.”
Velasco leans back, folds his hands, and thinks for a moment.
A long silence. Then:
VELASCO
Forward this to Black Section. Mark
it “Obsidian.” Scramble a ghost
team to Juárez. No uniforms. No
trace. I want to know if this is a
trap... or a breakthrough.
ANALYST
And Mendoza?
VELASCO
Let him believe he’s the one
making contact.
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42 -
The Weight of Choices
EXT. EDGE OF ZONE – TORO’S CAMPFIRE – LATER THAT NIGHT
Toro sits alone, the flames licking shadows across his face.
He pours mezcal into the dirt, an old ritual. Rafa’s orders
weigh heavy.
A young soldier approaches quietly.
SOLDIER
The men are packing up the lab
like you said. No one’s asking
questions. Yet.
TORO
Good.
The soldier nods and walks off. Toro stares into the fire,
then reaches into his coat—pulls out an old burner phone. He
dials a number from memory. It rings... and rings...
A voice finally answers.
EL PATRÓN (V.O.)
So... it’s true.
Toro doesn’t speak at first. Just breathes.
TORO
He’s calling Comisario General. He
wants out.
Pause.
EL PATRÓN (V.O.)
Does he know he’s not allowed to
leave?
TORO
He knows. He just doesn’t care
anymore.
EL PATRÓN (V.O.)
And you?
Beat. The fire crackles. The wind carries faint whispers.
TORO
I’m still deciding.
EL PATRÓN (V.O.)
Decide fast, hermano. Because if
he opens the wrong door... we're
all going through it.
Toro hangs up. Stares at the mountain—which now pulses
faintly with a low, unnatural light from somewhere deep
within.
FADE TO BLACK.
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43 -
A Tenuous Alliance
INT. ABANDONED RANCH HOUSE – TEMPORARY CNISP FIELD HQ – NIGHT
Inside a dusty, decrepit ranch house on the edge of the Zone,
Rafa sits across from two CNISP operatives in plain clothes.
Minimal lighting. A generator hums outside. Director Velasco
joins them via encrypted video on a cracked laptop screen.
CNISP AGENT #1
We’ve confirmed seismic activity
below the dig site. Whatever’s down
there... it's not natural.
RAFA
It’s not from here. You know that
already, don’t you?
CNISP AGENT #2
We know enough to listen.
RAFA
Then listen close: El Patrón isn’t
going to let me walk out of here.
He’s sending soldiers. Maybe
tonight. Maybe already.
VELASCO (ON SCREEN)
And you expect us to protect you?
RAFA
I expect you to understand that if
I die, you’ll lose your one
witness. Your access. I’ve seen
things. Heard things. And I still
have men down there digging like
it's gold.
VELASCO
And if you’re lying?
RAFA
Then shoot me now and deal with
him yourself.
A long beat. Velasco nods to the agents.
VELASCO
Give him safe ground. Watch the
ridge. If the mountain opens, I
want eyes inside.
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44 -
Into the Womb
EXT. DIG SITE – NIGHT
One of the younger cartel soldiers, ROJAS, stands alone near
the glowing portal ring, breathing hard. The hum rises around
him. He hears whispers... his missing friend’s voice.
VOICE (O.S., distorted)
Rojas... over here...
Rojas takes a breath and steps into the portal. He vanishes
instantly.
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INT. UNDERGROUND ALIEN BASE – MOMENTS LATER
Rojas drops into a tunnel made of smooth, wet-looking black
material. The space bends oddly, defying geometry. Pulses of
bioluminescent veins run through the walls.
He stumbles through a corridor until he hears a faint
whistle—a human signal.
DEA AGENT LEE (O.S.)
Over here! Keep low!
Rojas crawls through a crevice and emerges into a dark cavern
where three cartel men and two DEA agents huddle together,
half-starved, eyes wide.
ROJAS (whispering)
You're alive?
AGENT CRUZ
Barely. We've been moving through these tunnels for days.
CARTEL MAN #1
They don’t see like we do. They move when the humming stops.
ROJAS
What are they?
A low, thunderous vibration ripples through the chamber.
Everyone goes silent. In the distance, something massive
moves—its silhouette pulsing with light.
AGENT LEE
We don’t know. But whatever this place is... it’s not a
base.
Beat.
AGENT LEE (CONT’D)
It’s a womb.
FADE TO BLACK.
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45 -
Dawn of Conflict
EXT. ZONE OF SILENCE – DAWN
The horizon is blood-orange as a convoy of matte-black SUVs
and modified armored trucks rolls across the desert floor
toward the dig site. Flying dust veils the Patrón kill
squad—a mix of ex-special forces and cartel executioners.
The convoy is led by COMMANDANTE LUNA, mid-40s, ruthless,
tactical, cold as the mountain wind. He speaks through a
throat mic to his men.
COMMANDANTE LUNA
Tango target is Rafa Mendoza. You see him, you drop him. No
questions.
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EXT. CNISP LOOKOUT RIDGE – CONTINUOUS
Two CNISP operatives spot the convoy from a ridge above the
site.
CNISP SNIPER
We’ve got movement. Heavy. Military-grade.
CNISP SPOTTER
Shit… they're here to clean house.
They radio to HQ.
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46 -
Chaos at the Portal
INT. DIG SITE – MOMENTS LATER
Rafa stands near the portal ring, its glow faint, unstable.
Lara runs up to him, breathless.
LARA
Trucks coming. Not ours.
RAFA
How many?
LARA
All of them.
He looks at the unearthed structure, at the ring, and the
mountain beyond. The humming begins to rise again… like it’s
reacting.
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EXT. DIG SITE – BATTLE IGNITES
The Patrón convoy breaks through the outer perimeter—gunmen
spill out in tactical gear, shouting commands.
COMMANDANTE LUNA
Secure the lab. Kill everyone in the command tent.
Rafa’s men respond with gunfire—a brutal, chaotic firefight
erupts across the site. Bullets chew through tents, crates,
and bodies. Dust clouds fill the air. Explosions rock the
compound.
But the earth begins to rumble—low at first… then rising. A
frequency builds beneath the gunfire. It hits the soldiers
like a shockwave.
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INT. UNDERGROUND ALIEN BASE – SAME TIME
The survivors huddled in the caverns freeze. The walls pulse
violently. Something is waking up.
AGENT LEE
Whatever they're doing up there… it’s waking the whole
system.
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EXT. DIG SITE – CONTINUOUS
Suddenly, the portal flashes to life—a beam of blinding white-
blue energy erupts skyward, vaporizing a communications tower
nearby. The ground splits, revealing more of the buried
structure.
Men scream. Some drop their weapons and run. Others stand,
mesmerized, blood dripping from their ears. A few are lifted
off the ground, their bodies frozen midair—twitching, then
gone.
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47 -
Chaos at the Dig Site
EXT. RIDGE ABOVE – CNISP SNIPERS – CONTINUOUS
The agents watch in horror.
CNISP SPOTTER
Jesus… what the fuck is that?
CNISP SNIPER
It’s not a dig site anymore.
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EXT. DIG SITE – FINAL MOMENTS OF BATTLE
*Rafa and Lara duck behind a truck. He reloads, breathing
hard. Everything is shaking. The wind is howling with voices
now—not human.
RAFA
(into comms)
Tell Comisario General the war’s started.
A distant explosion rips open the earth. A glowing fissure
spreads toward the mountain, lighting up the landscape like a
circuit board coming online.
FADE TO BLACK.
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48 -
Beneath the Surface: A War Ignites
INT. RAFA’S BUNKER – UNDERGROUND – NIGHT
A cold, dimly lit chamber carved into the rock beneath the
Zone. Steel walls, old military panels, flickering LED
strips. Dust hangs in the air like smoke. It’s part cartel
panic room, part war room. The hum of distant tremors never
fully fades.
RAFA stands over a steel table scattered with maps, radio
schematics, and infrared prints of the mountain’s underground
structure. He's flanked by Director Velasco and two CNISP
field operatives, all visibly rattled by what just happened
topside.
RAFA
I built this place after the first crew went missing. In case
we had to disappear for real.
VELASCO
You were expecting an ambush?
RAFA
I wasn’t expecting a war between men and whatever the hell
that is under our feet.
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49 -
Imminent Threat
INT. BUNKER – ADJACENT ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Lara paces nervously near a bank of old analog monitors. One
screen shows a blurry top-down feed of the dig site—fires
still burning, bodies scattered, trucks overturned. Static
rolls across the screens. The portal ring still pulses
faintly.
BACK TO MAIN
ROOM
CNISP AGENT
We’ve lost contact with the ridge team. No signal. No comms.
Only seismic data.
RAFA
Then the mountain’s jamming everything now. It's... defending
itself.
VELASCO
So we’re blind?
RAFA
No. We still have eyes inside.
He pulls out a small, beat-up analog transceiver with a
direct line to the survivors underground—DEA agents and his
missing men.
RAFA (CONT’D)
One of my soldiers made it through the portal. Found the
others. They’re alive… for now.
Velasco eyes Rafa carefully.
VELASCO
You understand what this means?
RAFA
(quiet)
It means we were never in control. Not of this place. Not of
the silence. We were just... tolerated.
A distant rumble shakes the room. The lights flicker.
LARA (O.S.)
That wasn’t an explosion. That came from below.
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50 -
Awakening the Abyss
INT. SURVIVORS’ CAVERN – INTERCUT
Back underground, Rojas and the group of survivors crouch as
a deep, guttural sound echoes through the tunnels—like
machinery groaning awake. The walls vibrate, and faint pulses
of light race down unseen corridors.
AGENT LEE
Whatever this place is… it’s not done opening.
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INT. RAFA’S BUNKER – FINAL MOMENTS
Rafa opens a steel locker. Inside: old military records,
Soviet maps, photos labeled “1970 – Recovered Object –
Durango Sector.” He holds up a torn satellite photo showing
the mountain from above… and something dark shaped like a
spiral emerging beneath it.
RAFA
(to Velasco)
They buried it under a mountain to keep it asleep.
He looks up, haunted.
RAFA (CONT’D)
We just gave it a reason to wake up.
FADE TO BLACK.
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51 -
Into the Unknown
EXT. DIG SITE – TWILIGHT
Smoke still rises from burnt trucks and busted generators.
Flames crackle. The air buzzes with static. Dead
bodies—Rafa’s men, Patrón’s soldiers, even a few CNISP
operatives—lie scattered like discarded dolls.
A line of black SUVs pulls up slowly, tires crunching over
ash and bone. The doors open.
EL PATRÓN steps out in a custom tailored black suit, no tie,
collar open. Impossibly calm. At his side is his trusted
right-hand man, MONTERO, and two bodyguards with assault
rifles.
They walk slowly through the devastation, stepping over
corpses. El Patrón doesn’t flinch.
MONTERO
What happened here?
EL PATRÓN
History.
EXT. CENTER OF THE DIG SITE – MOMENTS LATER
They reach the portal ring, now fully exposed and pulsing
with faint white-blue light. A visible rift has opened in its
center, like molten air, distorting space.
El Patrón studies it as the wind picks up. Sand and ash
spiral around him like a slow, silent tornado. One of the
bodyguards begins to tremble.
BODYGUARD
Señor… we shouldn’t be here.
EL PATRÓN
Then go.
The guard doesn’t move. The portal pulses brighter.
MONTERO
What is that?
EL PATRÓN
Whatever it is… it doesn’t belong to them.
He steps forward and calmly walks through the portal. Montero
hesitates, then follows. The guards glance at each other… and
step through as well.
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52 -
Hypnotic Descent
INT. ALIEN CORRIDOR – UNKNOWN TIME/PLACE
Silence. Thick, almost physical. The group emerges into a
vast corridor of obsidian-like material, glowing veins of
light running through the floor and walls. Geometry folds in
impossible ways.
They walk slowly, breathing shallow. Then—movement.
Four small figures appear in the corridor ahead: gray-
skinned, thin, black-eyed beings with elongated limbs and
glowing fingertips. Classic grays—but unsettlingly still.
The aliens don’t speak. They stare.
El Patrón and the men stop in their tracks, frozen… yet their
eyes glaze over. Breathing slows. Their hands drop their
weapons, unaware they’ve done it.
MONTERO
(whispers, terrified) I… I can’t move…
The aliens tilt their heads in unison—inhuman,
mathematical—and raise their fingers. A hum builds, low and
soothing.
El Patrón’s pupils dilate. His face slackens. Then: peace.
EL PATRÓN
(softly)
They’ve been here… a long time.
The aliens turn and glide away, never touching the floor. The
men hypnotized, obedient follow them deeper into the
structure.
The portal closes behind them with a whisper, leaving nothing
but fire and dust behind.
FADE TO BLACK.
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53 -
Silent Mourning
INT. RAFA’S BUNKER – EARLY MORNING
Dim lights buzz overhead. The silence is thick. Rafa stands
alone, gripping the steel door that leads up to the desert
above. A soft hum in the distance—like a machine sighing in
its sleep.
He closes his eyes for a moment, then opens the door.
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EXT. DIG SITE – DAWN
Ashes drift like snow. The desert is eerily still. Smoke
curls from smoldering wreckage. Trucks burned. Generators
overturned. Bullet casings litter the ground.
Rafa walks slowly through the carnage. His boots crunch on
broken glass and blood-soaked sand. The humming is gone… but
the silence is louder now.
He rounds a destroyed supply crate and stops—six of his men
lie scattered across the ground. One of them is Armando.
Another is Chacón. Their eyes still open, faces frozen in
shock.
Rafa kneels beside them. He doesn't speak. He just takes a
moment, resting a hand on each shoulder.
A breeze moves through the site, whispering through the
remains like a ghost's breath.
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54 -
Echoes of Loss
EXT. NEAR THE PORTAL SITE – CONTINUOUS
The portal ring is still embedded in the earth, but now dim,
lifeless—dormant again. Whatever energy surged through it is
gone… for now.
In the dirt nearby, Rafa finds something half-buried—a
bracelet worn by Lara. Burned. Twisted. But no sign of her.
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INT. RAFA’S BUNKER – LATER
Rafa returns. Dusty. Hollow-eyed. He walks into the main
control room where Director Velasco waits, arms crossed, face
grave. One CNISP agent glances up from a radio, still
scanning empty frequencies.
RAFA
They’re gone. Most of them.
VELASCO
How many?
RAFA
Too many. My best. Most loyal.
He drops Lara’s bracelet on the table. Velasco stares at it,
jaw tightening.
VELASCO
What about the portal?
RAFA Shut. For now. It looks… dead. But it’s not.
Beat.
Rafa wipes blood from his jacket. His voice drops.
RAFA (CONT’D)
That thing... it doesn’t want war. It wants obedience. It
waited for us to fight. Then it opened.
Velasco exchanges a glance with his men. Nobody argues.
VELASCO
Then we prepare for what comes next. Quietly.
RAFA
Or not at all.
They sit in silence, surrounded by dim screens and a growing
understanding that everything has changed.
FADE TO BLACK.
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Genres:
["Sci-Fi","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
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55 -
A Farewell in the Zone of Silence
EXT. ZONE OF SILENCE – ABANDONED DIG SITE – LATE MORNING
The sky is pale. The fires are out. The desert is quiet now,
as if holding its breath after something holy—or horrible—has
passed.
In the distance, law enforcement and CNISP units pack up
their gear. Hummers are lined up in convoy formation.
Satellite dishes, analog tech, crates of evidence—all being
loaded for exfil.
Near the edge of the burn zone, RAFA kneels in the sand, head
bowed, hands folded tight. Before him are the bodies of his
fallen men, laid in makeshift rows, covered in tarps or
blankets. Some are just shapes beneath the dust.
He whispers a prayer in Spanish. His voice cracks.
CUT TO:
EXT. STAGING AREA – MOMENTS LATER
Director Velasco oversees the pack-up, barking quiet orders.
One of the CNISP agents approaches, nods toward the ridge.
CNISP AGENT
He’s still down there. Praying.
VELASCO
I’ll get him.
CUT TO:
EXT. RIDGE – CONTINUOUS
Velasco walks slowly toward Rafa. He stops a few feet away,
quiet.
VELASCO
Rafa.
Rafa doesn’t turn. Velasco waits a beat, then steps closer.
VELASCO (CONT’D)
We’re pulling out. Going back to HQ to regroup… bring in
scientists. People who’ve studied this kind of crazy.
RAFA
(flatly)
You won’t find anyone who understands it.
VELASCO
We’ll try anyway. Come on, Rafa. You’re one of us now.
Rafa finally stands. His eyes are red. His hands still
trembling.
RAFA
I want to stay. Just long enough to bury them right. My way.
VELASCO
(shakes head)
No time. And no backup. This place… it’s quiet now, but that
could change.
Beat. Velasco softens his voice.
VELASCO (CONT’D)
I’ll send a crew back. We’ll make sure every one of them gets
a proper burial. You have my word.
Rafa
looks at him. Long. Searching. Then finally nods—slow,
reluctant.
RAFA
Alright.
Velasco claps a hand on his shoulder.
VELASCO
You did good, hermano.
They walk toward the convoy. Rafa looks back only once—at the
bodies, the mountain, and the ring of blackened earth.
CUT TO:
EXT. HORIZON – LATER
The convoy of Hummers rolls off into the open desert. In the
rear vehicle, Rafa stares out the window—haunted but alive. A
man who’s lost everything but gained something no one else
has: the truth.
FADE TO BLACK.
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Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
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56 -
Echoes of the Ancients
INT. FEDERAL INTELLIGENCE HEADQUARTERS – MEXICO CITY –
BRIEFING HALL – NIGHT
A large underground room. Concrete walls, dim lights. Rows of
government officials, military officers, FBI, DEA, and CNISP
analysts fill the space—no cameras, no recordings. Everything
is analog, off-grid.
At the front, Rafa stands in the center of a semicircle of
decision-makers. He’s in civilian clothes now. Hands folded.
Quiet but commanding. His presence carries weight.
Projected behind him: satellite footage of the Zone. Glowing
fissures. Flashes of blue light. Then… the top of the
mountain opening like a flower.
SCIENTIST
Two days ago, our sensors caught this. A seismic event at
the Zone's core. Moments after, all readings flatlined. And
then… it closed. Just like that.
He clicks a remote. The footage shows the top of the mountain
folding inward and sealing—as if nothing was ever there.
Gasps around the room.
CUT TO:
DOORS OPEN – SHAMAN ENTERS
A hush falls over the room as an elderly Indigenous SHAMAN
enters, draped in traditional robes, eyes clear and piercing.
He’s accompanied by a CNISP liaison and one of the
scientists.
SCIENTIST
We invited someone with… deeper knowledge of the land.
The shaman walks to the center. Everyone watches, uncertain.
He places a carved wooden idol on the table. Then he
speaks—measured, soft, but filled with gravity.
SHAMAN (IN SPANISH, SUBTITLED)
“They are not new. They have always
been here. Watching. Waiting. We
called them Star Shadows. Others
called them Sky Fathers. You call
them Anunnaki.”
“The mountain was theirs. A sacred
place of silence. A door to the
stars. My grandfather saw them when
he was a boy. A light from the
summit. Men with long fingers and
dark eyes walking without sound.”
“They never spoke. But they could
be heard. In dreams. In wind. In
silence.”
“When the world grows loud, they
sleep. When man remembers who he
is, they wake.”
THE ROOM – REACTIONS
No one speaks. The scientists look stunned. The generals are
confused. The agents are still processing. Only Rafa watches
with quiet understanding.
SCIENTIST
So what now?
Volasco
We have to go back.
Cut to:
Genres:
["Sci-Fi","Thriller","Mystery"]
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57 -
The Portal's Return
EXT. ZONE OF SILENCE - DIG SITE - DUSK
A convoy of black SUVs and armored transport vehicles creeps
across the barren desert. Dust rises behind them as the sun
sinks low. The vehicles slow to a halt at what was once the
dig site. It’s quiet now—eerily so.
Mexican and American officials step out. Among them: DIRECTOR
VELASCO, the FBI DIRECTOR, the DEA CHIEF, and the SHAMAN,
walking calmly in ceremonial robes.
They approach a shallow crater—scorched earth, no sign of the
portal. Just silence and wind.
FBI DIRECTOR
If this is a wild goose chase—
SHAMAN
(softly)
Wait.
The wind stops. A subtle hum begins to rise. The crater
trembles. Cracks form in a perfect spiral, and the ground
draws inward like a mechanical iris—
The PORTAL RETURNS.
Genres:
["Sci-Fi","Thriller","Action"]
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58 -
The Encounter in the Alien Passage
INT. ALIEN PASSAGE – CONTINUOUS
The officials descend, flashlights in hand. The walls hum and
glow faintly. Symbols briefly flare on the surface, then
vanish.
From the shadows ahead, THE GRAYS appear—slender, black-eyed
beings. They pause and bow—not to the humans, but to the
SHAMAN.
One Gray gently touches the Shaman’s hand. A flood of
vision—constellations, stone temples, starlight encoded in
memory.
SHAMAN
(awed)
They remember me. Or my blood.
VELASCO
What did they say?
SHAMAN
We have come full circle.
The Grays turn and lead them deeper into the passage.
INT. OBSERVATION LEDGE – SAME
High above the tunnel, hidden in shadow, AGENT LEE, ROJAS,
and several cartel men watch, stunned.
ROJAS
That’s Velasco...
AGENT LEE
And those are the same ones we saw
below. But they’re not hostile.
CARTEL MAN #2
(afraid)
They bowed to him. Why?
AGENT LEE
This isn’t an invasion. It’s... a
meeting.
CARTEL MAN #1
So what do we do?
ROJAS
Follow them. Or wait.
AGENT LEE
(beat)
If they’re going where I think
they’re going... they’re not coming
back the same.
Genres:
["Sci-Fi","Thriller","Action"]
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59 -
Awakening of Memory
INT. INNER SANCTUM – MOMENTS LATER
The tunnel opens into a vast crystal-lit chamber. Pillars
stretch like illuminated trees. At the far end, the ANUNNAKI
LEADER appears, surrounded by shifting light.
The SHAMAN steps forward. The others follow. The Grays stay
behind.
ANUNNAKI (V.O.)
You have returned... willingly.
SHAMAN
Yes. But not for answers.
ANUNNAKI (V.O.)
No. For memory.
A holographic sky appears overhead, constellations spiraling
in motion.
INT. OBSERVATION LEDGE – SAME
Agent Lee watches, breathless.
AGENT LEE
Holy shit...
ROJAS
You still want to wait?
AGENT LEE
(quiet)
No. Let’s find out what we are.
INT. ANUNNAKI CHAMBER – LATER
Columns of living metal hum around them. The floor pulses
with golden light. The ANUNNAKI LEADER stands motionless. EL
PATRON stands beside him, his eyes glowing faintly—speaking
as the translator.
EL PATRON (TRANSLATING)
(resonating)
You fear what you do not remember.
But your blood remembers us.
Holograms swirl—ancient humans mining, temples, DNA strands.
EL PATRON (CONT'D)
You were created to survive. To
dig. To evolve. And you did.
DEA CHIEF
Why tell us now?
The chamber ripples. Cosmic glyphs scroll like a galactic
scroll.
EL PATRON
Galactic law has changed. We are
allowed to prime you—for what comes
next.
VELASCO
Prime?
EL PATRON
To prepare your minds. The Council
watches.
EL PATRON (CONT'D)
You may speak of this, or stay
silent. The choice is yours. Use
your free will wisely.
Genres:
["Sci-Fi","Mystery","Thriller"]
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60 -
Awakening at the Mountain's Base
EXT. BASE OF THE MOUNTAIN – PRE-DAWN
The group emerges from a glowing stone pathway. The GRAYS
escort them to the base of the mountain. Survivors—DEA,
cartel, military, Rafa, the Shaman—all stand together.
No guns. No orders. Just presence.
The wind carries the hum of something ancient.
The top of the mountain splits open. Stone petals fold
outward.
A SHIP ascends—sleek, obsidian, shaped like a teardrop. It
hums not with engines, but with thought.
The GRAYS bow.
The ship hovers, emits a gold pulse, and vanishes—utterly
silent.
All stand frozen. United.
CLOSE ON RAFA – his face stained with dust and tears.
WIDE SHOT – ALL TOGETHER, watching the mountain close again.
FADE TO BLACK.
TITLE CARD:
They were not gods. Not invaders. They were the architects.
And we... were the silence between their echoes.