Rush Hour Page #11

LEE VO:

(pissed off)

You had map in car. Chinese can read

maps, too. Where will you take me now,

Disneyland?

CARTER VO:

Hey, I was just doin' my job.

(pause)

We're goin' to my crib.

LEE VO:

Crib? What crib?

CARTER VO:

My home, man, my home!

CUT TO:

INT. CARTER'S APARTMENT-NIGHT

Carter and Lee come through the door into a dark leather living room

set up for one thing: p*ssy.

Carter hits a series of switches. Subdued lights come on, a stereo

starts with nasty rap, a gas fireplace pops on, and SOFT PORN starts

playing on the VCR.

Carter sees Lee's reaction to the setting.

CARTER:

I can't help it. I'm a hopeless

romantic.

Carter disappears into a bedroom.

Lee wanders over to a shelf with a collection of LOVE OILS.

Carter sticks his head out of the bedroom as he slips on a clean shirt.

CARTER:

Hey, don't drop that sh*t. It's

imported.

He goes back in the bedroom and talks from there.

CARTER VO:

Look, none of this has gone down

right. Too many big heads thinkin'

they don't need nothin' from nobody.

Forgettin' a man's daughter is gone.

He comes back out buttoning up a clean pair of pants.

CARTER:

I know I been part of it so... I'm

sorry.

Lee looks at Carter for a beat.

LEE:

I worked with Ambassador Han and his

family for ten years. He wanted me to

come with them to America. If I had,

this might not have happened.

CARTER:

Don't go there...

LEE:

I could not come. I had other

responsibilities.

CARTER:

Hey, stop. We're just gonna wind up

in some bar, drinking' to forget all

the things we shoulda done and then

you'll start singin' Beach Boy songs

again. Then I'll really get depressed.

LEE:

I also did not come because I think I

would not fit in America.

CARTER:

Hey, everybody fits in here. Look at

L.A., man. Nobody's from here. My

momma's from Detroit, my dad's from

Atlanta, they met in Texas, got

married in Vegas and I was born in

Alabama. So where the hell am I from?

Kenya?

Carter looks at Lee and makes a decision.

CARTER:

Alright, listen, no bullshit just tell

me straight:
did you really know the

guy you were chasin'?

LEE:

Yes. He was part of the Juntao crime

family. He may be Juntao himself.

(reaches into pocket)

And he dropped this.

Lee retrieves a small BLACK CYLINDER. Carter glances at it. Then

recognizes the DETONATOR.

CARTER:

Looks like a clue to me, Detective

Lee.

Carter smiles at Lee. Lee slowly smiles back at Carter.

CARTER (cont'd)

Let's go see a friend of mine.

CUT TO:

EXT. CARTER'S APARTMENT-NIGHT

Lee and Carter come out a back door. Carter points below them on the

street where a HUGE 1971 WHITE ELDORADO CONVERTIBLE sits gleaming under

the street lights.

CARTER:

(proudly)

The Carter ride.

Lee takes in the car as they walk up to it.

LEE:

(in awe)

This is bigger than my apartment in

Hong Kong.

They get in.

CARTER:

Welcome to the wide open spaces of

America!

ON THE CADILLAC:

It PURRS away from the curb and FLOATS down the road.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. POOL HALL-NIGHT

The Caddy pulls up to a pool hall in a semi sleazy area.

CARTER:

When we go inside, you let me handle

everything, you hear? This is my man,

you dig? My informant. You know what

an informant is?

LEE:

Stooly.

CARTER:

What?

LEE:

Stool pigeon.

CARTER:

Yeah, somethin' like that.

(talking very fast)

OK, now this is a nasty ass place.

When you go into a place like this,

the most important thing is control.

You got to maintain control. You

following me? You lose it, you get

hurt. Now, you're my responsibility

and I don't want you hurt. You

understand? OK, let's go.

Carter gets out of the car and walks away. Lee doesn't move.

After a beat, Carter comes back.

CARTER (cont'd)

What?

LEE:

You talk too fast.

CARTER:

Come on!

CUT TO:

INT. POOL HALL-NIGHT

The boys walk into a smoky hall patronized mostly by black people.

Carter leads Lee past pool tables as they work their way to the very

back of the room. Carter makes his presence known as he walks.

He passes a guy taking a hit off a JOINT. He stops.

CARTER:

(to the guy)

That better not be what I think it is.

Gimme that.

Carter swipes the joint out of the guy's hand. He takes a big hit. He

holds it and tastes it for a beat.

Lee is looking at Carter in disbelief.

CARTER (cont'd)

Wait a minute.

He takes ANOTHER HIT. Gives the joint back.

CARTER (cont'd)

Don't leave town. I'm watching you.

Carter keeps moving. He walks by a luscious looking girl with tight

stuff on.

CARTER (cont'd)

You see my ride, baby? You'd look good

in that. Go outside. Take a look.

He walks by a guy who gives him a dirty look.

CARTER (cont'd)

What are you lookin' at, d*ckhead?

They end up in the back of the room where FOUR GUYS play nine ball,

three more wait and four nasty looking B*TCHES watch the action.

One of the players looks nervous when he sees Carter. This is OSCAR.

OSCAR:

What's up, man?

CARTER:

Let's take a walk, Oscar. You got

something Œa mine.

(to Lee)

Stay here.

Carter takes Oscar's arm and starts moving him out the side door. Two

BIG BLACK DUDES in the foursome start to move to Oscar's aid. But he

holds up his hands.

OSCAR:

It's cool.

Oscar and Carter go out the back door. Lee sits down against the wall.

One of the nasty b*tches watching the game is ASIAN. She gives Lee a

little smile. He smiles back. One of the BIG BLACK DUDES notices.

CUT TO:

EXT. AN ALLEY-NIGHT

Carter and Oscar are arguing.

OSCAR:

...never, never come here! I told you

that, god damn it! And who the hell is

that little gook you brought with you!

CARTER:

Shut up, Oscar! I don't take sh*t

from you! I give out the sh*t. That

is the basis of our relationship. I

give you sh*t and you take it!

CUT TO:

INT. THE POOL HALL-NIGHT

We're on the POV of one of the BIG BLACK DUDES who is lining up a shot.

RACK FOCUS to Lee's face who is in perfect line for the shot.

BIG DUDE:

(still lining up)

What are you smiling at, rice bowl?

LEE:

Who, me?

BIG DUDE:

You making slant eyes at my girl

friend?

Lee looks again at the Asian girl and inadvertently smiles. He catches

himself and forces a frown.

WHACK! Big dude hits the object ball so hard, it hops the table and

heads right for Lee's head. Lee catches it like a baseball line drive,

right in front of his nose.

Nobody moves for a beat, mainly because everyone is impressed with

Lee's catch.

LEE:

My friend does not want me to get

hurt.

Big Dude WHIPS the cue stick like a bat at Lee's head. Lee ducks and it

SHATTERS against his chair. BIG DUDE #2 lunges for Lee who BOPS him

with the pool ball he caught.

And they're off! Two other guys jump on Lee and start pounding the sh*t

out of Œem. Lee flips one onto the table and elbows the other. The two

Big Dudes grab fresh cues.

CUT TO:

EXT. AN ALLEY-NIGHT

Oscar is turning the detonator over in his hand.

OSCAR:

I ain't the man to be telling you

about this.

CARTER:

Then who is?

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