89. MEXICO CITY AIRPORT. MORNING.

INT. TERMINAL CONCOURSE.

CYNTHIA stands at a ticket counter, while the CLERK checks-in her luggage and works on her ticket. She wears a wig and dark glasses.

CYNTHIA looks around. She sees POLICE OFFICERS walking through the Concourse. She also sees ZAMORA standing nearby.

CYNTHIA looks away from ZAMORA. The CLERK hands CYNTHIA her boarding pass.

CYNTHIA gets on line for the checkpoint. She removes her dark glasses.

MIKE is walking through the Terminal Concourse, and happens to be looking in CYNTHIA'S direction.

MIKE: Cynthia?

CYNTHIA stiffens, and ZAMORA looks at MIKE.

MIKE: Hey Cynthia Jacobsen!

ZAMORA walks up beside MIKE as CYNTHIA hurries away, and OUT OF VIEW.

ZAMORA: It looks like your friend didn't hear you.

MIKE: Yeah. Too bad. I wanted to say good-bye. We had a really great time the other night in Oaxaca.

ZAMORA: So you were in Oaxaca?

MIKE: Oh yeah. Beautiful. Hermosa. Something happened that made her very unhappy; but I (Grin) cheered her up.

ZAMORA: (Leer) Oh! Make good foqifoqi eh?

MIKE: Muy bueno foqifoqi. She took a trip to a village called Tlantepic. When she came back, something was wrong.

ZAMORA: (Smiling) Tlantepic?

90. INT. TERMINAL CORRIDOR GOING PAST THE BOARDING LOUNGES.

CYNTHIA walks through the corridor, until she comes to a boarding lounge; with a sign announcing its next flight's destination as Oaxaca.

CYNTHIA checks in here.

91. EXT. AIRPORT. DAY.

A Mexicana Airline Jet roars down the runway and takes off.

92. EXT. The Mexicana Airline Jet flies southward, over the mountains.

INT. AIRPLANE.

CYNTHIA is in a window seat. An American WOMAN sits beside her.

WOMAN: So how long are you planning to stay in Oaxaca?

CYNTHIA: Just overnight. There's a certain village, where I have to deal with some very unpleasant business.

WOMAN: Oh, that's a shame.

CYNTHIA: If I don't, things'll get thousands of times even more unpleasant. I'm going to see if I can deal with it, without getting myself or anyone else hurt.

WOMAN: I bet you'd rather have a man waiting for you there.

CYNTHIA: As a matter of fact, there is a man who wants me to dance with him. If I do, I could end up in Paradise.

WOMAN: That sounds beautiful.

CYNTHIA: Some people might think it is.

WOMAN: You're lucky. In spite of the trouble, you've got a lot to live for.

CYNTHIA looks out the window, thoughtful at the WOMAN'S words

93. OAXACA AIRPORT. DAY.

The Mexicana Jet lands on the runway.

94. EXT. OAXACA AIRPORT TERMINAL. DAY.

The Mexicana Jet stands outside the Terminal PASSENGERS are descending the boarding steps.

CYNTHIA comes down the steps, looking at all the beauty around her, and looks troubled.

95. A Taxi drives away from the Airport, with CYNTHIA inside, and heads for Oaxaca.

96. TRAVELOGUE VIEWS OF OAXACA. DAY.

CYNTHIA walks through the picturesque town, seeing everything, while looking troubled.

97. OAXACA TOWN PLAZA. EVENING.

CYNTHIA strolls through the Plaza. She sees a young COUPLE kissing.

CYNTHIA: (Whisper) I do have everything to live for. Who needs these people of Coatlicue?

98. HOTEL VICTORIA. NIGHT.

INT. HOTEL RESTAURANT.

CYNTHIA comes to the Restaurant entrance.

The MAITRE D. comes up to CYNTHIA.

MAITRE D.: Would you like a table Miss?

CYNTHIA: I'm sorry, but suddenly I can't eat anything.

MAITRE D.: (Grin) Oh! The old Montezuma's revenge eh?

CYNTHIA: That's a perfect description.

MAITRE D.: Don't worry. The Farmacia is still open. You can get the pills there. Just take the pills, get a good night sleep, and in the morning you'll be okay.

CYNTHIA: That's a good idea. Gracias.

99. OAXACA. NIGHT.

INT. HOTEL ROOM. DARK.

CYNTHIA is in bed alone and asleep.

CLOSE UP of CYNTHIA'S sleeping head.

SUPERIMPOSE SWIRLING CHAOS.

CYNTHIA'S head FADES.

100. DREAM/VISION.

FRAMEWORK OF CROSSES.

CYNTHIA is nailed to a cross, with spikes through her wrists and ankles. She hangs there unmoving, in silent agony.

PHYLLIS is crucified on the cross directly in front of CYNTHIA.

The BRUJA is crucified on a cross beside PHYLLIS.

To CYNTHIA'S left, MIGUEL is crucified. On her right, the DANCING GIRL, who was beheaded, is also nailed to a cross.

Three other DANCING GIRLS, who'd performed at the Fiesta, are also crucified with them.

On crosses around them, the AZTEC PRINCESS, HANDMAIDS, WARRIORS, SPANIARDS, etc. are all crucified.

They all hang there unmoving, in silent agony.

PHYLLIS speaks.

PHYLLIS: Cynthia. You are the Prophet of Coatlicue. You can not allow this to happen to any more

of her people.

CUTBACK TO

101. INT. CYNTHIA'S HOTEL ROOM. DARK.

CYNTHIA wakes up.

CYNTHIA: No! Forget it!

102. INT. HOTEL RESTAURANT. LATE AT NIGHT.

The Restaurant is closed. The MAITRE D. is going over paperwork, when CYNTHIA walks up to him.

CYNTHIA: Hola.

MAITRE D.: Buenas noches. I'm sorry. We're closed. I guess you're feeling better now, aren't you?

CYNTHIA: Yes, and I'm really hungry. Isn't there any place I can get something to eat, at all?

MAITRE D.: Oh yes. There are a few places in the center of town, that are open all night.

CYNTHIA: Oh gracias.

103. OAXACA. MAIN PLAZA. NIGHT.

CYNTHIA is seated at a table, in a sidewalk restaurant, finshing a meal.

The sound of staccatto drumming and VOICES chanting the name of Coatlicue begins.

VOICES: Coatlicue! Coatlicue! Coatlicue!(Continue)

CYNTHIA seems to be the only one who hears the VOICES, and she looks annoyed.

CYNTHIA finishes her meal and gets up. A WAITER comes over and CYNTHIA pays him.

CYNTHIA walks away from the sidewalk restaurant, and goes to a corner of the Plaza, where she stands in the dark.

CYNTHIA: I said no, so forget it.

CYNTHIA sees ZAMORA and BELTRAN strolling through the Plaza. CYNTHIA is in the dark, so they don't see her.

104. CYNTHIA hurries away and passes the Cathedral of Oaxaca.

OFF SCREEN the drumming and chanting end, with a loud, wet chop.

CYNTHIA faces the Cathedral.

CYNTHIA: If it be at all possible, please don't make me drink from this cup.

105. DIRT ROAD THROUGH JUNGLE. DAY.

A 2nd Class Bus drives up and stops beside the kilometer marker.

CYNTHIA gets off the bus, wearing shorts and a halter. She carries only a handbag.

The Bus continues on its way, and goes OUT OF VIEW.

CYNTHIA enters the jungle along the trail.

105. DIRT ROAD THROUGH JUNGLE. DAY.

A 2nd Class Bus drives up and stops beside the kilometer marker.

CYNTHIA gets off the bus, wearing shorts and a halter. She carries only a handbag.

The Bus continues on its way, and goes OUT OF VIEW.

CYNTHIA enters the jungle along the trail.

106. TLANTEPIC. DAY.

CYNTHIA walks along the street, heading for the village Plaza. VILLAGERS come to their doorways. The recognize CYNTHIA, look frightened and duck back inside.

107. TLANTEPIC VILLAGE PLAZA. DAY.

The stone IDOL of Coatlicue remains stading in front of the crumbling abandoned Church.

The heads of PHYLLIS, the DANCING GIRL and three other GIRLS who'd performed the Dance, and now set atop waist high wooden stakes; set in a line in front of the IDOL; all facing out toward the village.

JORGE, ESTABAN and YOLANDA are seated at a table outside the small shop.

CYNTHIA COMES INTO VIEW. She walks up to the IDOL, where she stands trembling in front of the staring heads.

JORGE, YOLANDA and ESTABAN all watch CYNTHIA nervously.

A few VILLAGERS come into the Plaza; keeping a great distance between themselves and CYNTHIA.

CYNTHIA comes over to the tables, in front of the small shop.

ESTABAN looks like he is about to run, but he stays put.

CYNTHIA walks up to JORGE, ESTABAN and YOLANDA.

ESTABAN: No hey possible. I know for a fact that I killed you.

CYNTHIA: That's true. I was dead all night. But Hell was too monotonous, so I came back.

ESTABAN cries out, jumps up and runs out of the Plaza.

JORGE: We are all very much ashamed, about the way we treated you the other night. Now Coatlicue is forcing us to repeat our shame, because we did not force you to do the Dance.

CYNTHIA: I know. That's why I didn't stay dead.

Listen. Senor Zamora and Senor Beltran know where Coatlicue is. I saw them in Oaxaca last night. They could be on their way here right now.

JORGE: So let them come. They're Coatlicue's people too.

CYNTHIA: No. You can't let them near Coatlicue. They want to use her power to help them destroy the Catholic Churches.

JORGE: But that is not necessary. If people are given a free choice between Jesus and Coatlicue, most people will choose Coatlicue.

CYNTHIA: They're not interested in any free choices. They plan to start a revolution, that will tear this nation apart.

JORGE: Isn't that what the Newspaper you work for wants too?

CYNTHIA: I am no longer employed by the Manhattan Times. Two days ago I was able to stop them from setting off a bomb in the Mexico City Cathedral. The next time they could succeed, and who knows how many times after that?

JORGE: Do you expect us to stop them from using Coatlicue's power?

CYNTHIA: Do you want to blow up Churches and kill thousands of people?

JORGE: We don't want anyone else to die; But Coatlicue won't help us unless you perform the Decapitation Dance of your own free will. Are you ready to do that now?

CYNTHIA: Only if there's no other way to prevent the killing of thousands.

JORGE: If Beltran's on his way here, there's no time for anything else. It must be your own free will. You can leave Mexico to Beltran, or you can take your chance along with Yolanda, and the other girls.

CYNTHIA: Jorge. I wouldn't have any chance at all.

YOLANDA: Don't be so sure. We are the faithful worshiper of Coatlicue. You are not.

107. TLANTEPIC VILLAGE PLAZA. DAY.

The VILLAGERS are standing facing the IDOL, with the five staked heads staring back at them.

The VILLAGERS are all bare above the waist; so are CYNTHIA, YOLANDA, and the two surviving DANCING GIRLS. They all wear the brightly colored, ankle length skirts.

The DRUMMER beats out the same staccatto rhythm.

VILLAGERS: (Chant) Coatlicue! Coatlicue! Coatlicue! (Continued)

CYNTHIA, YOLANDA, and the two girls walk forward between the chanting VILLAGERS. JORGE walks among them, holding his machete. They all kneel before the line of staked heads.

JORGE holds the machete forward, as he did before.

Then CYNTHIA, YOLANDA, the GIRLS and JORGE all rise.

The drumming and chanting stops.

YOLANDA: Comenzar!

The tape player is again on the table outside the shop. A TEENAGE GIRL turns it on. "La Bamba" is played again.

CYNTHIA, YOLANDA, and the two GIRLS dance vigorously in a circle around JORGE; as he places the machete blade on all of their shoulders.

JORGE draws the machete back sideways.

The TEENAGE GIRL is swaying in time to the music. She accidently knocks the tape player over, turning it off.

EVERYBODY stops.

CYNTHIA faces the IDOL.

CYNTHIA: You are not my God! Lord Jesus! If it be possible, don't make me drink from this cup!

JORGE slashes the machete against CYNTHIA'S neck. The blade breaks off at the handle, and goes flying OUT OF THE FRAME.

OFF SCREEN a loud wet chop is heard, followed by the sound of a body falling.

CUTAWAY TO the TEENAGE GIRL beside the table. A severed head rolls along the ground toward her, and stops at her feet.

The TEENAGE GIRL reaches down and picks up the head. She holds the head of YOLANDA.

CUTBACK TO CYNTHIA, who turns to face JORGE; who is staring at the bladeless machete handle. CYNTHIA is unharmed.

YOLANDA'S headless body lies stretched out on the ground. JORGE comes over to YOLANDA'S body. So does CYNTHIA and the two surviving DANCING GIRLS. The rest of the VILLAGERS also gather around.

DANCING GIRL: Hey basta?

JORGE nods.

JORGE: (To CYNTHIA) The dancing is done.

BELTRAN: (OFF SCREEN) Then why is she still alive?

BELTRAN and ZAMORA stand in the crowd of VILLAGERS, who back away from them. BELTRAN carries an attache case.

BELTRAN and ZAMORA come up to JORGE and CYNTHIA.

ZAMORA: I saw you go through the checkpoint at the Aeropuerto. I thought you went home.

JORGE: All the sacrifices have been completed.

BELTRAN: Then why is she still alive?

JORGE: She did the Dance with the others; but Coatlicue chose the woman I loved instead.

CYNTHIA: No. My Lord Jesus saved me. Coatlicue only gives death to those who worship her, and they all end up in Hell.

JORGE: No. Coatlicue is now the defender of Tlantepic. She will not be helping them tear Mexico to pieces.

BELTRAN: Coatlicue is also our Goddess. The woman you love has been sacrificed for us too.

BELTRAN looks around at the poor village, and the poorly dressed VILLAGERS.

BELTRAN: If Coatlicue wishes to live here now, so be it. This is where the final defeat of the Spanish Religion will begin. This is where we will sacrifice our enemies.

I will build a Temple to Coatlicue here and restore her worship. This dirty village will be the center from where we wilL spread the worship of Coatlicue throughout the world; and where the whole world will bring its endless sacrifices.

JORGE: No. There has been enough death already. We want no more. Tlantepic has too much shame now. We want no more.

BELTRAN: Then maybe you are not fit to be Coatlicue's people

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BELTRAN opens the attache case, and takes out an ancient looking, carefully tied scroll.

BELTRAN: Here are the sacred writings. Whoever posses this has Authority over Coatlicue's people.

JORGE: That is a forgery. There are no sacred writings.

BELTRAN tosses the attache case aside.

BELTRAN: (To ZAMORA) The time has come to establish our authority.

BELTRAN grabs CYNTHIA by the arm. ZAMORA takes a pistol from a holster on his belt. He grabs CYNTHIA'S other arm.

Then BELTRAN and ZAMORA force CYNTHIA toward the IDOL.

JORGE: Cuidado! Don't step behind the heads. That ground is consecrated; and Coatlicue has rejected her!

ZAMORA: No. You have rejected Coatlicue. She has been saving Senorita Jacobsen for us.

BELTRAN and ZAMORA bring CYNTHIA between the line of staked heads and the IDOL.

CYNTHIA: Satan! In the Name of the Lord Jesus Christ, I command you to go!

STAKED HEADS: (Chant) Coatlicue! Coatlicue! Coatlicue! (Continue)

BELTRAN and ZAMORA both look astonished.

The IDOL comes to life, hissing and rattling.

The IDOL lowers one of its enormous heads, which opens its mouth and engulfs CYNTHIA'S head and shoulders, and begins to devour her, while the STAKED HEADS continue chanting.

BELTRAN and ZAMORA hurry away from the ground behind the HEADS, but they remain standing just outside the IDOL'S reach.

CYNTHIA squirms wildly. Her muffled screams come from inside the IDOL which is swallowing her alive. She goes limp and silent. The IDOL swallows her completely.

The IDOL resumes its sculptured posture and becomes stone again.

The HEADS stop chanting.

ZAMORA and BELTRAN step back between the IDOL and the HEADS, keeping their eyes on the IDOL.

ZAMORA opens the scroll, which contains Aztec-like glyphic writing. He holds it up for everyone to see.

ZAMORA: Coatlicue has accepted her chosen Sacrifice! She has accepted us as her High Priests, and as your Padrons!

BELTRAN points to the scroll.

BELTRAN: This is the sign of Authority, which Coatlicue has granted to us! Since you are not fit to be her people, she will not be defending you, or anyone else who rejects her!

JORGE steps INTO THE FRAME, holding YOLANDA'S head high.

JORGE: We have not rejected Coatlicue!

The serpents on the IDOL'S skirt begin hissing. They spring forward, biting BELTRAN and ZAMORA, who fall dead.

JORGE raises YOLANDA'S head before the IDOL.

JORGE: You alone are our Padron Coatlicue! What will you have us do?

The HEADS continue chanting.

CYNTHIA'S voice echoes inside the IDOL.

CYNTHIA'S VOICE: Lord Jesus!

The HEADS are silent.

CYNTHIA'S VOICE: Lord Jesus!

The VILLAGERS bless themselves.

CYNTHIA'S VOICE: Lord Jesus! Have mercy on all these people!

The sounds of crumbling and cracking come from the IDOL. The IDOL collapses into a pile of rubble, which buries the bodies of BELTRAN and ZAMORA, and all the staked HEADS.

CYNTHIA lies in the rubble, covered with dust, but uninjured. She gets up slowly, as the VILLAGERS bless themselves.

The VILLAGERS gather around the rubble and stare at CYNTHIA, as she moves away from the rubble and stands among them.

JORGE faces the old abandoned Church. He tosses YOLANDA'S head aside, then he goes down on his knees and blesses himself.

CYNTHIA and the two DANCING GIRLS come over beside JORGE. They also kneel and pray.

ESTABAN COMES INTO VIEW. He kneels beside CYNTHIA, and prays along with the VILLAGERS.

END OF SCREENPLAY