TURBO Screenplay Episode 6 "The Juarez-Turbo Legacy" by Robert Nerbovig Distribution, sale, duplication, or any other unauthorized use of this material in whole or in part is strictly prohibited. © 2025. All rights reserved. FADE IN: 1 EXT. EAST LOS ANGELES ALLEY – NIGHT                                                         1 Rain slicks the grimy alleyway, reflecting the neon glow from a distant sign. MOE JUAREZ, his fedora pulled low, examines a scene: a cherry-red '63 Impala, its chrome gleaming despite the rain, but its driver's side door riddled with bullet holes. The driver, a young man named RICO, lies slumped over the wheel. GANG MEMBER - V.O. Rain. Always washes the dirt away, they say. But it never washes away the blood. Rico… kid was a legend with these lowriders. Hydraulics like a goddamn symphony. Now? Just another ghost in the concrete jungle. A uniformed POLICE OFFICER stands nearby, his face grim. POLICE OFFICER Looks like another gang hit. MOE (Scoffs) "Looks like." You guys ever look deeper than the surface? POLICE OFFICER What's it to you, Juarez? MOE Rico was a friend. And friends don't get wasted without someone paying for it. POLICE OFFICER Stay out of it, Moe. This ain't your turf. MOE Everything's my turf. Moe examines the Impala, his eyes scanning the bullet holes, the interior, the surrounding alley. He notices a small, intricately carved wooden charm dangling from the rearview mirror. GANG MEMBER - V.O. Charm. Looked like something out of a curio shop. Not exactly gangbanger material. MOE (To himself) Gotta start somewhere. 2 INT. EL GALLO ROJO BAR – NIGHT                                                                  2 The bar is buzzing with its usual mix of patrons. Moe sits at a corner booth, the wooden charm resting on the table in front of him. He sips his tequila, his eyes scanning the crowd. GANG MEMBER - V.O. El Gallo Rojo. Heart of the barrio. If anyone knew anything, they'd be here. A gruff, middle-aged woman, LUCHA, approaches his booth. LUCHA You lookin' for somethin', Moe? MOE Rico. You know anything about what happened? LUCHA (Shakes her head) Kid was in with the wrong crowd. Always pushin' his luck. MOE This charm. You seen it before? He shows her the charm. Lucha examines it closely. LUCHA (Eyes widening slightly) That… that's from La Curandera. MOE La Curandera? LUCHA The healer. Lives up in the hills. Old woman, knows the old ways. GANG MEMBER - V.O. Old ways. In this city of steel and concrete, the old ways still had teeth. 3 EXT. HILLS – NIGHT                                                                                    3 Moe's Impala climbs the winding road up into the hills. The rain has stopped, and a sliver of moonlight illuminates the landscape. He pulls up to a small, ramshackle house, its windows glowing with a warm, amber light. 4 INT. LA CURANDERA'S HOUSE – NIGHT                                                         4 The house is filled with the scent of herbs and incense. LA CURANDERA, an elderly woman with piercing eyes, sits at a table surrounded by candles and strange artifacts. LA CURANDERA (Voice raspy but strong) You seek answers, Snake-eyes. MOE Rico. He was wearing this. HE SHOWS HER THE CHARM. LA CURANDERA (Nods) He came to me, seeking protection. He was afraid. MOE Afraid of what? LA CURANDERA Of shadows. Of those who walk in darkness. MOE Gangsters? LA CURANDERA More than gangsters. They seek power, not just money. They deal in things best left undisturbed. GANG MEMBER - V.O. Power. Always the same damn story. But this time, it felt different. Darker. LA CURANDERA He told me of a deal gone wrong. A deal with men who had no souls. MOE What kind of deal? LA CURANDERA I do not know. But it was a deal that cost him his life. MOE Who were these men? LA CURANDERA They call themselves "Los Fantasmas." The Ghosts. GANG MEMBER - V.O. Ghosts. Fitting. They were about to become real damn visible. 5 EXT. EAST LOS ANGELES STREETS – NIGHT                                                   5 Moe drives through the streets, his mind racing. Los Fantasmas. Ghosts. A name that sent a chill down his spine. MOE (To himself) Gotta find out who these ghosts are. He pulls up to a dimly lit garage, the neon sign reading "CHUY'S LOWRIDER SHOP." 6 INT. CHUY'S LOWRIDER SHOP – NIGHT                                                         6 CHUY, a wiry mechanic with grease-stained hands, is working on an engine. MOE Chuy. You know anything about Los Fantasmas? CHUY (Stops working, his eyes narrowing) Heard whispers. Bad news. MOE Rico was involved with them. CHUY Rico? Damn. The kid was too trusting. MOE What kind of business were they into? CHUY (Hesitates) They deal in… stolen goods. But not just cars or jewelry. They deal in… secrets. MOE Secrets? CHUY Old secrets. Things people want buried. Things that can bring power. GANG MEMBER - V.O. Secrets. The currency of the damned. MOE Where can I find them? CHUY They hang out at the old mission, down by the river. The place is abandoned, full of shadows. 7 EXT. OLD MISSION – NIGHT                                                                          7 The old mission stands like a crumbling monument, its walls scarred and its windows broken. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and decay. Moe approaches cautiously, his gun drawn. He hears voices coming from inside. 8 INT. OLD MISSION – NIGHT                                                                          8 Inside, a group of men dressed in dark suits are gathered around a table. Their faces are hard and unreadable. At the head of the table sits a man with a cold, calculating gaze. He wears a silver ring with a skull design. MAN WITH SILVER RING (Voice low and menacing) The deal is done. The artifact is ours. GHOST 1 (Nervously) But what about Rico? He knew too much. MAN WITH SILVER RING He is no longer a problem. GANG MEMBER - V.O. Artifact. Secrets. Power. These guys were playing a dangerous game. Moe steps out of the shadows, his gun raised. MOE The game's over, gentlemen. The men turn, startled. The man with the silver ring smiles coldly. MAN WITH SILVER RING Snake-eyes Juarez. Always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. MOE Rico was my friend. You killed him. MAN WITH SILVER RING He made a mistake. A fatal one. MOE You're gonna pay for it. MAN WITH SILVER RING (Laughs) You think you can stop us? We have power you can't even imagine. GANG MEMBER - V.O. Power. Yeah, they had power. But I had something they didn't. I had a score to settle. A firefight erupts, bullets ricocheting off the stone walls. Moe moves quickly, taking cover behind the crumbling columns. 9 EXT. OLD MISSION – NIGHT                                                                          9 The gunfire echoes through the night, shattering the silence. Moe fights his way through the mission, determined to bring down Los Fantasmas. GANG MEMBER - V.O. East L.A. Never a place for the faint of heart. And tonight, the ghosts were gonna learn that the hard way. FADE OUT. 10 INT. OLD MISSION - NIGHT (CONTINUED)                                                  10 Dust and debris rain down as Moe returns fire, his .38 spitting anger and lead. The Ghosts, despite their fancy suits, move with surprising agility, using the crumbling architecture for cover. One of them, a hulking figure with a shaved head, fires a shotgun, the blast echoing through the decaying halls. GANG MEMBER - V.O. These guys weren't your average punks. They moved like they'd seen their share of action. But I wasn't exactly a choirboy myself. Moe dives behind a crumbling altar, the stone cracking under the impact. He reloads his .38, his movements swift and practiced. He peeks around the altar, spotting the Man with the Silver Ring taking cover behind a pillar. GANG MEMBER - V.O. Silver Ring. He was the leader. The one calling the shots. Time to take him out of the equation. Moe takes aim, his finger tightening on the trigger. But before he can fire, a strange chanting fills the air, emanating from the depths of the mission. The Ghosts pause, their faces contorted in a mixture of fear and anticipation. GANG MEMBER - V.O. Chanting. Sounded like something out of a bad dream. Gave me the creeps, and I'd seen some shit. The chanting grows louder, and a strange, ethereal mist begins to seep from the cracks in the walls, filling the mission with an eerie glow. The Ghosts lower their weapons, their eyes fixed on the mist. MAN WITH SILVER RING (Whispering) It begins. Moe, despite his skepticism, feels a shiver run down his spine. This was more than just a gang war. This was something… otherworldly. GANG MEMBER - V.O. Otherworldly. Yeah, that's the word. Like something crawled out of a graveyard and into my life. The mist swirls and coalesces, forming a shadowy figure in the center of the mission. The figure is tall and gaunt, with glowing red eyes. It raises its arms, and the chanting reaches a fever pitch. GHOST 2 (In awe) The Guardian. This site is designed and maintained by: Robert Nerbovig