Double Impact Page #2

- Just in case.

In case of what?

There.

Let's say hello.

I don't believe this.

A smooth operator.

OK.

- They don't get those cars in China.

- The UN should give you a prize.

- Cash.

- Yeah.

Right.

This is the Hong Kong Marine Police!

Prepare to have your vessel

boarded and searched!

You set us up.

No Mercedes, no cash.

Drop it. Get your asses off the boat.

Chad! Get down!

This is the Hong Kong Marine Police.

- Nice going.

- Nice going?

Nice going, my ass! I almost got killed.

And the cops are still chasing us.

Trust me.

Hey, can this piece of sh*t

move any faster?

Frankie, help me.

C'mon, baby. C'mon.

Welcome to Hong Kong.

Chad, take a bite. Be a man.

What's it supposed to do?

Make my dick bigger?

All right, Alex. I think that Chad and I

established our credentials yesterday.

Now, what do we do about your tunnel?

My tunnel?

Is there proof?

Any legal documentation?

There doesn't have to be, girlie.

I was there.

- I got the scars.

- Those won't carry weight in court.

Let me tell you, the only law that Zhang

knows is the law of a 12-gauge shotgun,

one of which he used to splatter Mr.

Wagner all over the Victoria Peak Road!

I don't need

to listen to this any longer.

Jeez. What's her problem?

She's working for Griffith

for five years now.

Oh, great. She's gonna

tell him everything.

Listen here, big guy. You can spend

the rest of your life smuggling cognac

while some other guy collects

the dividends on your father's blood.

- It's your call.

- It's my call, I know.

That's my woman.

That's f***ing great.

Danielle, stay.

Sorry. But if I'd sat there another

second, I would have slapped him.

The guy's old, crazy, you know?

Sorry.

Look, just check on what

he was saying. That's it.

And keep it quiet.

Sh*t.

Alex.

No, it's my brother.

The wrong guy.

Wrong guy.

Alex, it's so good to see you.

Mr. Zhang.

I heard you had quite an adventure

the other day, didn't you, Alex?

Honestly, now. The profit of four tons

of German automobile

versus four tons of white powder.

That is what we have

to seriously discuss.

Have a cigar.

You don't seem quite yourself today.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Alex, because of your

little escapade the other day,

I've got the police

breathing down my neck.

Now, if you were on my team,

we wouldn't be bumping heads

this way, would we?

You like that box?

I picked it up at an estate auction.

Together with this lighter.

It was 25 years ago.

Alex.

See some familiar faces, Alex?

They're making the kind of money

you'll make when you work for me.

On Thursday, a freighter will deliver

some cargo in Tolo Harbour.

All you need to do is pick it up

and deliver it to my boatyard

in Causeway Bay.

It's simple.

And the compensation,

I assure you, is most generous.

So, what you say?

You'll do it, right?

So, what's your answer?

Go f*** yourself.

I didn't hear you.

You go f*** yourself.

Big mistake.

Alex, so sorry we couldn't do business.

Oh, by the way, if you get any more

of that French cognac,

you know where to find me.

- How many were there?

- At least eight.

I could have taken them.

Except that big

Chinese ugly mother-f***er

with a big scar on his cheek.

All right, gentlemen.

Let's quit flogging the log, here.

What's it gonna be?

I'm in, Frank. All the way.

I don't know about Alex.

I'm in.

Everything under control, Miss Wilde?

Yes. Thank you.

- Does Mr. Griffith know you're here?

- Yes, of course.

Pardon me, please.

What happened?

I was going through some files

when this security person came in.

So I wasn't able to find out anything.

Look, just keep looking.

And be careful next time.

I'll try. But if I get caught

I'm out of a job.

Where are you, by the way?

I'm taking my brother on a fishing trip.

Give him a big kiss for me, all right?

Big kiss? I'll give him a big kick

in the ass. That's what I'll give him.

I love you.

Big kiss.

Hey, guys!

That's the place.

Fantastic.

This place is like a goddamn fort.

Good choice, Alex.

Chad! C'mon.

Great place

to hit him from, Alex.

They'll be begging us

to take the tunnel back.

C'mon, Chad. We reserved

the Marco Polo suite for you.

I've slept in worse.

Oh, Frankie...

Come on in, Chad.

Don't wait around for the bellboys.

Put your luggage on the floor.

Show me one spot on the floor

without bird sh*t.

Oh, sorry. We forgot to call the maid.

Very funny!

No. That's very funny.

Sh*t.

Frankie, I dunno about this guy.

Give him time, Alex. He'll be all right.

You think so?

Hey.

- Alex, I think they screwed you.

- Let me see.

Next time, I'll make the deal.

Look good to me.

Chad, tell me again exactly...

Chad.

- Chad.

- Yeah, yeah. I hear you.

Tell me again exactly

what Zhang told you about the drop.

Thursday night, Causeway Bay.

Watch my back.

Don't f*** up.

Sh*t.

Sh*t, Chad!

The f***er, Chad.

Come on, let's go!

Sh*t.

Yeah. Yeah! Hey, bro, we did it.

Did what? You f***ed up.

We're wasting our time. I've worked

for Mr. Griffith for over five years.

He's as honest a businessman

as I've ever met.

Just keep looking, OK?

I'll keep looking.

I miss you.

I've got to go now.

Alex?

Mr. Griffith is going

to an important business meeting

at the Klimax Klub tonight.

Yeah?

You know who owns that club.

Raymond Zhang.

Gentlemen, to our latest acquisition.

The Golden Glory...

which will soon be exporting

our shared bounty

to the United States of America.

Let us thank

their Drug Enforcement Agency

for their efforts to stem the flow

of narcotics from South America.

Demand is up. Street prices are up.

And we, in the Far East,

are now more than ready

to fill the vacuum.

Kara, would you like to do the honors?

Thank you.

Excuse me for a moment.

Hey, Alex! Didn't think we'd see you

around here so soon.

Those scars healed pretty good,

didn't they?

You are looking well.

What's in the box?

This is the cognac Mr. Zhang asked for.

Can you give this to him, please?

With my compliments.

Now, turning to a more immediate matter.

Last night, our factory was destroyed.

I know you're all aware

of this temporary setback.

Since the police are not claiming

responsibility, one can only assume

that it was the work

of an outside rival.

Or worse yet... an inside rival.

Yes, I know. It's terribly bad

for the morale of all concerned

when someone isn't being a team player.

You see, we've been letting

ourselves get soft, gentlemen.

Lax in our attitudes.

We haven't been paying

sufficient attention

to all the little details.

Have we, now... Mr. Ngyuen?

No! No! Not me!

More cake, anyone?

Chad, come on. Move your ass.

Hi.

- Hey, who the hell are you?

- Alex.

- Alex? Alex who?

- This is the cognac for Mr. Zhang.

Just arrived from Marseilles.

Number one.

- Would you like to dance?

- Yeah, why not?

You are very handsome man.

Like Sean Connery.

What?

- What's that?

- French cognac, sir.

From our friend Alex.

He knew about last night's shipment.

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