Rush Hour Page #12

OSCAR:

Sh*t, you already busted his ass.

Lafontaine. The dude who blew up the

diner. He's your leverage.

(holding up the detonator)

He knows where this sh*t come from.

CUT TO:

INT. THE POOL HALL-NIGHT

WHAM! Lee is thrown against the back wall. The nasty girls all run

past him and retreat to the ladies room.

Lee grabs a cue and comes out swinging. He backs three guys away and

then stops.

BIG DUDE #1 is swinging his own cue. Lee paries like a fencer. He puts

one hand behind his back and continues to parry and thrust. Finally, he

pokes Big Dude in the forehead with his tip leaving a blue chalk spot.

Then he turns the cue around and belts the guy on the spot.

Lee turns and BREAKS his cue over two guys simultaneously, ducks a cue

shot to his own head, and kicks one guy over a table and drops another

with a flurry of hands.

Lee looks around. The girls are hiding in the john. The hall has

emptied. The guys he fought are all knocked out and UNDER tables.

Carter comes in the back door.

CARTER:

(to Lee)

Let's go.

(he looks around)

Everybody take off?

LEE:

Took off. Yes. They took off.

Lee catches up with Carter.

CARTER:

You see what I'm sayin'? You control

the space.

LEE:

Thank you. I learn a great deal.

CARTER:

It happens.

Carter spots one of the fighters ON THE FLOOR as they walk out. It's

the same guy who was smoking the joint. The guy moans as they go past.

CARTER (cont'd)

(to the doper/fighter)

Hey, lightweight, I told you to lay

off that sh*t.

(over his shoulder)

Get an education!

CUT TO:

EXT. COUNTY JAIL -- NIGHT

ESTABLISHING the PRISON. The Cadillac SCREECHES to a stop.

INT. COUNTY JAIL -- CONTINUOUS

Carter is talking to the OFFICER (BOBBY) behind the GLASS BOOTH.

OFFICER:

It's eleven o'clock at night, Carter!

They're all locked down, lights out.

CARTER:

Yeah, but they're criminals, Bobby.

Who gives a sh*t if they lose some

sleep? Come on:
wake his ass up.

BOBBY shakes his head but he picks up the phone.

INT. JAIL INTERVIEW ROOM -- LATER

Lee and Carter are waiting. Door opens. Bobby leads Lafontaine into

the room. Lafontaine is pissed off, especially when he sees Carter.

LAFONTAINE:

I got nothing to say to you.

Carter motions for the guard to exit.

CARTER:

Give us five minutes, Bobby.

The guard departs.

CARTER:

Sit down.

Lafontaine sits. Carter puts the detonator on the table. Pushes it

across to him. Lafontaine picks it up, looks at Carter with a sick

smile and PRESSES THE BUTTON.

LAFONTAINE:

Boom.

Lafontaine shoves the detonator back at Carter. Carter picks it up

with a HANDKERCHIEF.

CARTER:

You got a boy friend in here yet?

ŒCause you're gonna need somebody to

kiss your ass goodbye.

LAFONTAINE:

What are you talking about?

CARTER:

You're movin' to death row. See, your

fingerprints are now on the murder

weapon of Four FBI Agents. And when I

turn this into the lab, they're gonna

find Lafontaine all over it. And we

already know...

(holding up detonator)

...this is your MO.

LAFONTAINE:

How did I do this?! Maybe you didn't

notice but I'm in jail!

CARTER:

All I gotta do is implicate. The Feds

can do a lot with a good implication.

Even if you don't get Sparky, I'll bet

you get ten to twenty more. Plenty of

time to find a nice fella.

Lafontaine looks at Carter and Lee for a moment, then --

LAFONTAINE:

You sonuvabitch.

CARTER:

I'm waitin' here for a name.

Nothing from Lafontaine for a beat. Carter stands, starts for the door.

Lee following.

LAFONTAINE:

I've never seen him.

Carter ignores him. Starts to knock for the Guard.

LAFONTAINE:

Juntao.

Carter and Lee exchange glances.

CARTER:

Where do we find him?

LAFONTAINE:

You don't. He finds you. Through his

people.

Carter and Lee wait for more.

LAFONTAINE (cont'd)

(quietly)

Fang Shan. A restaurant. China Town.

CUT TO:

EXT. CHINESE CONSULATE COMPOUND -- NIGHT

The FBI cars are parked in front. Lights burning in Han's office.

ARMED GUARDS now in front.

INT. HAN'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Han has just received the news from Russ. The mood in the room is grim.

HAN:

I am so sorry about your men.

RUSS:

Yes sir, me too. The State Department

has authorized release of the funds.

We'll have to make the first drop at

7. As soon as they pick up the money,

we've got Œem.

HAN:

And Mr. Lee? Where is he?

RUSS:

Don't worry, he's with Carter.

EXT. CARTER'S CAR(MOVING)-NIGHT

Lee is explaining as Carter drives.

LEE:

Juntao was one of the worst crime

bosses in Hong Kong. When China

regained control, he was forced out.

By Ambassador Han.

Carter flips his cell phone open.

CARTER:

Let's get us a photo and description.

We'll have an APB out while we stake

out the restaurant.

LEE:

That is a problem. There is no

description of Juntao. No known

photograph.

CARTER:

Are you tellin' me nobody knows what

he looks like? Come on, there must be

witnesses somewhere.

LEE:

Juntao's standing orders were to kill

everyone. There were never witnesses.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. CHINA TOWN -- NIGHT

The architecture. The signs. It's a different world. The Cadillac

cruises down the street. It's late. Most things are closed.

EXT. CHINATOWN -- LATER

The Cadillac is parked on the side street.

INT. CAR-- CONTINUOUS

Carter and Lee are watching Fang Shan restaurant, eating from cartons

of Chinese food.

LEE:

You like it?

CARTER:

Yeah, it's good.

LEE:

That one is my favorite. Chicken puff

with shark fin.

Carter starts chewing a little slower.

LEE:

And the Eel is very good, too. But I

have had better Camel's Hump.

Carter has trouble swallowing. Puts down his food.

LEE:

You want more?

CARTER:

No, no. I'm full. Too much fin and

hump, you know, gives me gas.

(belches)

Œscuse me.

Silence for a moment, then Lee motions to the radio.

LEE:

Music?

A beat, then Carter nods. Lee reaches for the radio.

CARTER:

No! This time I pick.

Carter turns on the radio. Dials around until he finds WAR.

CARTER:

Now, that's American music.

LEE:

Yes, I know this song.

CARTER:

You know War?

LEE:

Who does not know War?

(starts)

³War, hhh, Wo-ooh-wo-ooh-wo-oh. What

is it good for? Absolutely nothing.

Good-God, you all.²

Carter just stares at Lee for a moment in disbelief.

CARTER:

That's not how it goes.

LEE:

Yes, I think so.

CARTER:

No, no. It's not good-God you all!

It's Good-God, ya'll. Ya'll!

LEE:

Yee-aww.

Carter turns off the radio.

CARTER:

Not yee-aw, Ya'll. And it's gotta be

angry. Like you're pissed off.

LEE:

Good God, ya'll!

CARTER:

No! You hate me. Look, I'm gonna do

it one time. That's it.

MONTAGE BEGINS:

Carter gets out of the car. Lee follows. Carter limbers up for a

moment, then starts a dance move to get him into the beat.

CARTER:

War! huuuuhh! wo-ooh-wo-ooh-wo-oh!

what's it good for? absolutely

nuthin' good-gawd ya'll!

Lee gives it his best shot, trying to mimic Carter's dance move. But

it's more martial arts than dance.

LEE AND CARTER:

War! huuuuhh! wo-ooh-wo-ooh-wo-oh!

what's it good for? absolutely

nuthin' good-gawd ya'll

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