Befriend and Betray Page #7

and, in my estimation,

dependable.

If he doesn't face-plant

in the first month on the job,

I think he'll be exceptional.

Anything stand out?

Just one red flag.

In my background search,

I came across something

about Alex's commanding officer

in special ops.

A colonel Nathaniel Lundy.

Right, right.

The guy who thought

his Iraqi liaison

was selling intel

to the insurgents.

Lundy puts the pistol

in the Iraqi's face,

gets some names, an address,

goes Rambo.

Then the red cross

finds the body of a teenager

in a vacant lot.

Lundy told the judge advocates

that he was under fire,

he saw someone

run out the back door,

thought the kid hostile,

so he ran him down

and shot him.

Yet, according to

the other soldiers,

Lundy never left the house.

So anybody running

out the back door...

Would've been pursued and shot

by another member of the team.

Auntie:

Sit.

You didn't pay a debt

and now your uncle is dead.

This man killed him

on your boss's orders.

Now he's looking

for his reward.

Give him the girl's passport

and her location

and he promises

he will leave you alone.

Speak up!

Let's just say he got real sick

of the sound of her crying.

So he asked me to shut her up.

Hard to turn tricks

if you're dead.

Even harder to sell them

when they won't stop

begging to go home.

Sell them? To who?

Russians,

Jamaicans, whoever.

Always a market

for young girls.

Must be useful...

Being so scary.

You tell me.

Bao:

(Frightened whimpers)

(Sharp exhale)

(Fearful breaths)

(Chatter throughout station)

Anything else?

No. Thank you.

Alex:
Your passport,

your boarding pass.

It's a direct flight

to Hong Kong.

You've got an hour

before your connecting flight

to Guangzhou.

Call your parents,

let 'em know you're coming.

What do I say?

You tell 'em

you did a few assignments,

it was fun,

and then you got homesick.

How will they believe me?

We can't change the past,

but we can make up for it

by doing better in the future.

Am I right?

(Tight stressed breaths)

(Gunshot pops,

assailant pants heavily)

(Horrified, shaky breaths)

(Beep)

McBradden:
Thank you for

coming in, Mr. Wong.

Always a pleasure,

sergeant McBradden.

McBradden:
We have a positive I.

D. And a written statement

from a 15-year-old girl

who will testify

that you raped her.

We put her in front of a jury

and let them in

on your priors for rape,

assault and racketeering

back in Hong Kong?

Forget the rigged gun,

forget our deal.

All those friends

you helped put away

will very soon be throwing you

a welcome home party.

This is my contract

as a criminal informant,

signed by me and by you.

Now, never mind about

your career, sergeant.

How do you think

taxpayers will feel

about the entire organization

once they find out

that your c.I.,

someone you were supervising,

shot all these girls

because they tried to escape

or just asked to go home

one too many times?

How's that gonna look

on the front page?

Sergeant.

(Van rumbles to a stop)

Willy:

Alex, Poirier wants a word.

Bad timing?

No.

Perfect timing.

Sergeant Poirier

gave me your file.

I know what happened in Iraq

and I think that I know

why you need to do this.

I'm gonna go talk to them

and then we'll go.

I'm afraid if you go

with these people,

I'm never gonna see you again.

I'll come back, I promise.

(Traffic rumbles by)

Poirier:

Donald sandbagged McBradden

with the photos

of all the girls that he shot

after they got out of line.

He left rcmp headquarters

a half hour ago.

To stay alive,

Donald has to pretend

like you're the only one

working for the cops.

P.C. will be

his first stop.

A bullet in head

for bringing you into the gang.

You'll be next,

and whoever else

is in the vicinity.

So why not park

a black and white

outside P.C.'s place too?

I did.

They followed him

to an acupuncture clinic

on Spadina.

And you think

if I can get to P.C.

Before Donald tries

to do him in...?

P.C. doesn't know

that you work for us.

Not yet.

If Donald skates now,

he'll be right back

in business.

You saved one girl last night.

We both know

that there's 10 more

waiting to take her place.

Stop Donald

before he kills P.C.,

and you might just save

this case.

(Motorcycle engine rumbles)

Alex:
The last thing

i wanna say about this job:

You don't do it for the money.

After all,

what other line of work

allows you

to set your own hours,

put bad guys behind bars,

and live every second

like it's gonna be your last.

Ungh!

(Blades clang)

Man:

(Shouts in cantonese)

Woman:

(Frightened whimper)

(Glass clinks)

Woman:

P.C. is upstairs!

Donald:
(Speaks yells a

command in cantonese)

Woman:

(Speaks in cantonese)

(Speaks in cantonese)

(Banging against door)

(Grunts of effort)

(Grunts of effort)

(Grunts of exertion)

Ghost:

(Forceful grunt)

(Strained grunts)

(Forceful grunt)

(Banging on door)

(Anticipatory grunt)

(Gun clicks)

Kill my friend and I kill you.

(P. C. Grunts forcefully,

Donald grunts, pained)

Donald:

Kill him!

(Fighting grunts)

Aaagh! Ah!

Ghost:
(Pained grunts)

Alex:
(Panting)

Donald:
Listen to me.

Listen to me.

The cops,

they picked up uncle, okay?

They switched him out

with another cop.

Your friend here works

with the gang unit.

Or maybe Donald wants you

to kill me

because I paid a little visit

to that b*tch Bao last night

and it turns out Donald's

selling the ones who cooperate

and killing the ones who don't.

Kind of hard for you

to turn a profit

if his girls are tricking

for someone else

or they're dead.

Donald:
He's lying. He's a rat!

It was either cut you in

on the profits

or shut me up

by offering me

half of your share

of the heroin business.

By the way,

answer's "no."

Donald:

Shoot him.

Shoot him!

Alex:

Hey, man.

If I'm right,

your "brother" is a liar

who wants you dead

so he can steal

your heroin business.

If he's right - I'm a rat -

then you're dead.

Look him in the eyes

and you see who's

telling the truth.

(Guttural scream)

(Gunshot pops)

(Fires eight gunshots)

(Exhales and breathes shakily)

(Shocked breaths)

Thank you, brother.

Thank you.

Now it's just you and me,

all right?

Let's get rich.

(Laughs)

(Shrill whoop) Ohhh!

(Hum of traffic and chatter)

You came back.

Always.

Poirier:

Kam Tin Triad after Donald.

Our wiretaps indicate that

discussions are already underway

for P.C. to take his place

as red pole.

You've got him on camera

murdering someone.

Why not arrest him?

Poirier:

Because, Alex,

there's no statute

of limitations for murder

and we can bring him in

whenever we like.

But as long P.C.'s at large,

and in business with you,

he's our door to the Kam Tin

and any other

criminal organization

they happen to be working with.

Poirier:

It's up to you, Alex.

Leave and learn to live

a "normal" life,

or you can do what

you were born to do.

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