SYNOPSIS:

EXT. CLOUDS - DAY A quiet suburban neighborhood in Texas opens up beneath us as we sour in through the clouds. As this scene unfolds, we're let in on a call, coming from somewhere among the maze of houses. DISPATCHER (VO) 9-1-1. Please state the nature of your emergency. The caller is a nervous young woman. WOMAN I'm in my kitchen. There's some people arguing outside. DISPATCHER Ma'am, can you identify any of these people? WOMAN He's got a gun. I think he might... INT. KITCHEN - DAY The woman stands at her sink, a cordless phone in her hand, watching a confrontation unfold in the yard across the way. She can hear her neighbor, yelling in the distance. NEIGHBOR ... I saw how you was lookin' at my girl. I should just shoot your beaner ass right now... The woman ducks out of sight of the window. WOMAN He's gonna kill him. You need to send someone now. DISPATCHER Ma'am, I need you to stay with me. Can you identify either of them? WOMAN Uh... George Healy, my neighbor. I don't know the other one. You need to send someone! 2. DISPATCHER A car is on the way as we speak, ma'am. Can you describe the second person? The woman stutters nervously. WOMAN He's... uh... um.. DISPATCHER It's okay. Take your time. WOMAN I think he's South American. Maybe a bit- BLAM! A GUNSHOT explodes in the distance. The woman jumps, lets out a scream. WOMAN He shot him! Jesus, he shot the guy! DISPATCHER Okay, stay right where you are, ma'am. We have officers underway. EXT. YARD - DAY A MEXICAN gardener of about 29 grimaces in pain as he crawls across the lawn, an open bullet wound in his stomach. Though we don't see the face of his assailant, we see his boots - stepping threateningly toward the dying gardener. GARDENER Please. ASSAILANT Beg. GARDENER Wh-what? The assailant kneels down, shoves the barrel of his gun in the gardener's face. ASSAILANT Beg me for your life, and maybe I'll consider it. The gardener's eyes well up with tears. 3. GARDENER P-please don't, sir. I'm sorry. He breaks down. GARDENER I just want to live. ASSAILANT You call what that living, you piece of shit? You worthless piece of shit. You are literally a waste of space. GARDENER Oh God, please. ASSAILANT Shut up. GARDENER God, no. Please. ASSAILANT SHUT THE FUCK UP! BLAM! The muzzles flashes.