Rush Hour Page #3

CARTER:

Not anymore.

JOHNSON:

Where'd you get it?

Carter looks at Johnson and points to his heart. She suddenly looks

pissed.

JOHNSON (cont'd)

Oh, give it up!

CUT TO:

INT. CHINESE CONSULATE RESIDENCE -- MORNING

A large entrance to the Ambassador's Residence. Han is waiting by the

door, briefcase in hand, as Soon Young sweeps down the grand stairway,

backpack over one shoulder, lunch bag in hand. She stops at the bottom

of the stairs.

SOON YOUNG:

I forgot --

(races back upstairs)

-- something.

Han starts to protest, but... what's the use? He looks at his watch.

Then up at Chi-Ying as she comes down the stairs.

HAN:

Will somebody please tell our daughter

that I am the Ambassador?

Chi-Ying just shrugs. Nothing can be done about it.

EXT. CHINESE CONSULATE RESIDENCE, LOS ANGELES -- DAY

ESTABLISHING. FLAG of PEOPLES REPUBLIC OF CHINA hanging from a

standard. A MERCEDES waiting in front. DRIVER and BODY GUARD with the

car.

Han and Soon Young finally appear. Heading for the car. Soon Young

gets into the back seat. And just as Han is about to get in next to

her, Chi-Ying comes out after him.

CHI-YING

Telephone. China.

The Ambassador holds up his hands in exasperation. What's a guy to do?

He turns to the driver.

HAN:

Drop her off, then come back.

(to Body Guard)

Go with them.

(to Soon Young)

I love you.

Han kisses Soon Young on the cheek, then gets out of the car and rushes

back into the house. Chi-Ying waves to Soon Young as the car pulls out

of the driveway.

INT. CHINESE CONSULATE RESIDENCE -- MORNING

Han puts down his briefcase, picks up the phone.

HAN:

(into phone; in Chinese)

This is Han...

(in English)

Hello? Hello?

Nothing. Han replaces the phone with a troubled expression.

CUT TO:

EXT. STREETS OF BEVERLY HILLS -- MORNING

The MERCEDES makes its way down tree-lined streets. Houses, cars, very

few people -- this is a very affluent neighborhood.

It turns onto a bridge leading down into the Beverly Hills FLATS. A

WELCOME TO THE CITY OF BEVERLY HILLS sign flashes past.

INT. MERCEDES/REAR SEAT -- CONTINUOUS

Soon Young leans forward and inserts a CD into the deck. As the music

comes on she flips the dial to maximum -- total chaos. The sounds of

R&B/HIP HOP fill the car.

FRONT SEAT:

The Bodyguard and driver look at one another -- what is that racket?

The bodyguard turns around and reaches through the partition lowering

the volume.

Soon Young turns the music back up. The bodyguard reaches through and

turns it down again.

She leans forward, pushing the bodyguard away and turns the music back

up. A staring contest. She slams the privacy glass shut in his face.

The bodyguard shakes his head turns back around.

EXT. BEVERLY HILLS FLATS -- CONTINUOUS

The Mercedes turns onto Wilshire Boulevard where cars are backed up at

least two blocks. Farther ahead, a PIGGY BACK OIL TRUCK has jack

knifed and turned over, blocking traffic in both directions. Cops mill

around trying to create order out of chaos.

INT. MERCEDES/FRONT SEAT -- CONTINUOUS

The driver checks the rearview: Too late, more cars stacking behind

him. Up ahead an ASIAN traffic cop diverts cars onto Dayton Way. The

driver nudges the bodyguard, points at the wreck.

DRIVER:

(in Mandarin)

LA drivers.

The car inches onto Dayton Way.

A SECOND TRAFFIC COP directs them onto Rodeo. As the Mercedes pulls

alongside him, the bodyguard notices he's Asian too.

EXT. RODEO DRIVE -- CONTINUOUS

A DELIVERY VAN waits as the Mercedes stops at the corner. The passenger

door opens and an Asian MAN slides out, traffic cop uniform, white

gloves, glasses, hat pulled low.

INT. REAR SEAT -- CONTINUOUS

Soon Young barely pays attention as she watches the cop knock on the

bodyguard's window.

EXT. MERCEDES -- CONTINUOUS

The bodyguard cautiously lowers the glass.

BODYGUARD:

Yes, officer?

The Cop leans in as if to speak,

BOOM!

Blows him away. The bodyguard slumps forward. BOOM! The driver gets

it. We see now the cop is SANG.

IN THE REAR:

Soon Young is shocked but she thinks fast, scoots across the seat as

Sang jerks the door open. She flies out the other door, he manages to

get a handful of backpack, she quickly wriggles free, slams the door

shut behind her and starts running.

EXT. MERCEDES/STREET

She turns around, sees Sang making his way OVER the car. She runs

through traffic towards a shopping structure, 2 Rodeo Dr.

Sang curses when he sees he can't reach her and heads back to the van.

EXT. STREET/2 RODEO DRIVE -- CONTINUOUS

Soon Young runs around the corner breathing hard. She hugs the edge of

the building. Peeks back around. Sees a van making a sharp U-turn,

headed her way. She starts across the cobblestones. BEHIND HER, a

MOTORCYCLE pulls out. She's in the middle of the street.

VAROOM!

The biker scoops her up under his left arm, pulls onto Rodeo.

THE DELIVERY VAN

Screeches up.

ON SANG:

He jumps out and opens the back of the van. Soon Young takes a SWING AT

HIM. Sang grabs her arm easily and then viciously PUNCHES HER, sending

her flying back into the van.

Sang slams the doors. Trots to the front. They pull out.

LITTLE SANTA MONICA --

the van and motorcycle head off in separate directions.

CUT TO:

EXT. CHINESE CONSULATE COMPOUND -- DAY

UNMARKED CARS roar down the road, racing up to the residence. TWO CARS

stay on the street outside.

SEVERAL MEN IN SUITS get out, head for the residence. Some lugging

equipment. In the lead is AGENT IN CHARGE, WARREN RUSS. The door

opens, they enter.

INT. AMBASSADOR'S RESIDENCE - DAY

Ambassador Han greets them. He has obviously been through great

strain, but maintains his composure.

RUSS:

Ambassador, I'm Warren Russ, FBI Agent

in Charge. This is Agent Whitney.

DAN WHITNEY, thirty-eight, ex-football type, solid American, shakes

hands with the Ambassador.

RUSS (cont'd)

I know this is a difficult time but...

HAN:

(interrupting)

You can set up in my office.

INT. OFFICE -- DAY

Office off the main entrance. Elegantly furnished. Chinese Flag.

Political photographs. The FBI is already setting up equipment.

Tapping phone lines.

Han watches them for a moment as his personal life is pushed aside and

the Feds take over. Then he approaches Russ.

HAN:

I would like one of my people to help.

RUSS:

Ambassador, let me assure you that the

FBI has made this a top priority. We

have plenty of manpower on the case.

HAN:

He is very good.

RUSS:

As I said, sir, we've got all the

people we need.

Russ turns away.

HAN:

I am not an American, Mr. Russ. My

daughter is not an American.

RUSS:

I understand, sir. But you are an

honored guest of the United States...

HAN:

(interrupting)

He is already on the plane. I hope

you will treat him with the same

respect you have shown me.

Russ stares at Han, not sure how to handle this situation. Mr. Han

bows and exits. Leaving Russ at a loss. Whitney comes up behind him.

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