Befriend and Betray Page #3

You remember what happened

last time.

McBradden's phone number.

You need to talk her

or to me, use this.

No SIM card;

that way there's no record

of incoming or outgoing calls.

$2000 dollars a week

will be deposited

into a private account.

If you live long enough

to testify,

I'll buy you a steak dinner.

(Laughs)

(Mel's cell rings)

Mel:
- Hello?

Alex:
- Hey.

It's me.

Mel:
Um, can you call

me back in an hour?

Alex:

What's wrong?

The er is at Mike's called.

Zoe's boyfriend Phillip.

He claims he fell down

a flight of stairs

but Zoe thinks someone

got sick of the attitude

and beat the crap out him.

I'll call you back.

(Phone beeps off)

P.C.:
Hey, Alex. Miss me?

What did you do to that kid?

P.C.:
Let's just say

next time bay street sees you,

he won't owe you money.

I'll be at your place

in an hour.

Time to go Bunny hunting.

(Phone rings)

McBradden:

Alex.

Alex:

P.C.'s coming in an hour.

We're going after Bunny.

I need a wire.

McBradden:

You need to delay the meeting

until you can tell me

where it is you're going

so your team can get in there

and check the place out.

You wanna nail P.C.

or not?

I want evidence

that will stand up in court.

But I don't want anyone to die,

including you.

Stall him.

I'll try to make sure P.C.

doesn't kill anyone.

The rest is up to you.

Alex:
First thing you

notice when you wear a wire,

your surveillance team

never parks close enough

to save your life.

Which makes it a good idea

to stay near the exit.

P.C.:
All right, this

is Bunny's bar, okay?

He's had this place for...

Right, see that guy

at the far table:

That's Kevin ho.

Bunny's cousin.

He'll know where to find him.

What about the other guys?

P.C.:
Ghost eagles.

Friends of Bunny's.

You handle them,

I'll take Kevin.

Hey, how you doing, Kevin?

Kevin:

Huh?! Ungh! Ungh!

P.C.:

Where the hell is Bunny?

Hmm? Huh?

Right. I'll buy you a drink

while 49 finishes his chat.

No one dies.

Just go

and head over to the bar.

(Radio feedback squeals

and crackles lightly)

What's wrong?

Some new BVB-t receivers

use the same frequency

as a uhf wireless mic.

English.

Willy:
This is why I

needed a tech survey.

Round for my friends.

I gotta say,

you belong

in front of a camera,

not behind a bar.

You know my friend Bunny Ho?

He's a modeling agent.

Barmaid:
Bunny? Oh my God.

That creep never stops

hitting on me.

"I'll buy you dinner,

take some test shots of you

at my new studio."

How'd that go?

Place is out in ajax.

His aunt and uncle's house.

What is wrong

with this stupid tv?

This is the sound of my cover

going into the toilet.

Go.

Hey, idiot doesn't know

where he is.

Come on, let's go.

According to the barmaid,

Bunny's in ajax

at his uncle's house.

Keep walking, wonder woman.

You know, if he's staying

at uncle's house,

he's probably feeding himself.

We wait till supper,

chances are he'll probably

be there.

No, we go now.

No signal, no evidence.

He needs backup.

He needs to understand

the consequence of disobeying...

He's the rabbit;

Our job is to follow.

Not this time.

(Chatter over comm-link)

No guns.

What? You do it my way,

you'll still get your money

and the cops'll never know

we were here.

54 edge park way?

54 edge park court.

I got their mail again.

(Laughing, tv show plays)

Nanny, aunt and uncle:

(Laughing)

Bunny:

Oh man...

(Tv personality

speaks cantonese)

(Laughing)

(Alex grunts forcefully,

Bunny gasps)

Alex:
Whoa!

P.C.:
Piss off.

(Grunts)

Huh?!

Bunny:
I work for Donald.

I pay when I can.

Hey.

What's your name?

Bao.

P.C.:

Bao.

Why did you come

to the golden Mountain, Bao?

To... to be a model.

P.C.:

To be a model.

Except Bunny here's

gonna sell your ass,

not your face.

Stay there.

P.C.:
And he'll keep

selling your little ass

until it's so worn out

even old men won't pay.

Right, Bunny? Hmm?

(Scared whimper)

Or you can walk out right now

and tell the cops

all about Mr. ho,

your modeling agent.

Then you can explain to Donald

how this one got away.

(Agonized cry)

Hey, auntie!

Whoa!

(Bunny grunts forcefully,

P.C. screams)

(Heavy bataths)

Shoot him!

Shoot him!

Bunny:
Hey, easy...

Give 'em the money.

Give 'em the money!

To him!

I"m gonna take

this red snapper crap,

i want that ring too.

Come on, I don't have all day!

All right.

The girl went out the back.

Go get r.R.

Go get her!

Aat:

(Screams, riggened)

Bao:
O: (Grunts) Let me go!

Let me go, please!!

(Pleading in cantonese)

Shhh! Shhh!

Listen, listen!

You are gonna go that way.

You are gonna run

and you are not gonna stop,

okay?

P.C.:
Hey! Get her inside.

Let's go.

Now!

I am so sorry.

Bao:

(Screams wildly)

I order you to shoot

and you can't pull the trigger?

We kill Bunny,

and we gotta do 'em all.

That is four dead bodies.

I don't care how much money

you bring in for Donald,

you bring down that much heat

and we are finished.

You're checking me out?

I am checking you out

and your psycho bullshit

is gonna get us both killed.

(Hammer clanks)

(Pained) Ungh!

(Tight breaths)

I have a message.

It's my wife.

Says she's gonna bring us

a nice bottle of wine

to go with that pickle

up your ass.

Hmm.

(Thermometer clatters)

You drive.

Daisy:

Dad, you're bleeding!

And mom's gonna make

the boo-boo all better.

Okay.

Hey.

Psychology student for you.

Er nurse for me.

(Hanging beads clatter)

Ha!

Hooah! Hoah!

P.C.:
All right, listen up.

Here's to Jenny,

the best mommy in the world.

Sherman and Daisy:

Ewww!

P.C.:

(Laughs)

And here's to Sherman

and Daisy,

the best children

in the whole world.

(Gives two kisses)

Mm! Mm!

And here's to uncle Alex.

We may have different styles,

but when the swords come out

we bleed together.

Cheers.

Daisy:
Aren't you gonna

kiss him, daddy?

No.

But, uh...

Whoa...

That's from that kid

who ripped you off.

This is from me.

Alex:
What backup?

There was no backup.

McBradden:
Because you didn't

give your team time to set up.

You wanna live,

learn to control the situation.

Just like you gave the order

not to have me followed

after we left the bar?

Explain to him the difference

between a scripted meet

and a smash-and-grab,

and make sure

he writes some notes

that work better

than that microphone.

Oh what?

You have plans?

Cancel them!

Case notes.

Crash course.

After you.

Rule number one:

Juries love a show and tell.

Written notes on the right,

physical evidence on the left.

Now, you claim you're with P.C.

and family at your place

between 4 and 6 P.M. today?

Prove it.

Suppertime.

Kids get hungry.

What did they eat?

Take-out.

Okay. Who paid?

P.C.

Next time, you pay.

Keep the receipt.

Without a camera or a wire,

whatever happened today

is hearsay.

But the more you can

create a paper trail

that demonstrates

an intimate knowledge

of P.C.'s habits,

the more a jury will believe you

when you tell them about stuff

that you do manage to log

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