Rush Hour Page #6

CUT TO:

INT. L.A.P.D. BUILDING -- AFTERNOON

Carter leads Lee toward the FRONT DESK. Holds up ID and motions to

Lee.

CARTER:

He's with me.

Lee looks at the OFFICER, offering a short bow and a polite smile. The

Officer isn't used to such polite behavior. Can't help a smile back.

Carter sees the exchange. Makes him wanna puke. He leads Lee to the

ELEVATOR. They get in.

INT. ELEVATOR -- AFTERNOON

Carter and Lee enter. Doors close. They're alone.

CARTER:

You carry a gun?

Lee looks at Carter as if questioning. Carter has no patience.

CARTER:

A gun, a gun!

Carter reaches for his weapon, but suddenly Lee's hands move with

lightening speed - and Carter is suddenly staring at HIS OWN GUN IN

LEE'S HANDS.

CARTER:

What're you doing?! I wasn't gonna

shoot you! I was trying to explain --

ah sh*t, give me the god damn gun.

Lee hesitates, then smiles and gives the gun back. Carter fumes. Holds

up his gun.

CARTER:

You have one of these?

LEE:

No.

CARTER:

(holstering the gun)

Yeah, well you're in American now.

Everybody's got guns. That tricky

sh*t with your hands is gonna get your

ass shot to hell.

Lee smiles. Carter turns away. They ride in silence. Suddenly Carter

goes for his gun again.

And Lee's hands fly into action. And once again -- Carter is staring

at HIS OWN GUN IN LEE'S HANDS. Now Carter is really pissed. But Lee

smiles and hands the gun back.

Carter forces a smile. Takes the gun.

CARTER:

You try that sh*t on me one more time,

I'll kick your ass. You understand

that? You know what kick your ass

means?

Lee smiles, nods.

CARTER:

I'll bet you do.

The ELEVATOR STOPS. Doors open. Carter motions politely for Lee to

exit first and which direction to go.

INT. HALLWAY -- AFTERNOON

Lee exits. Carter comes out behind him. Takes a couple of steps.

Passing OTHER DETECTIVES getting onto the elevators. Carter follows

Lee, a step behind. Then he goes for his gun again.

Lee, as if he has eyes in the back of his head, spins, kicks.

And Carter is on his back, staring at the ceiling. Looking at his gun

in Lee's hands. Lee holds out his hand to help Carter up. Suddenly we

HEAR --

MAN'S VOICE

Put the gun down now!

Carter and Lee turn. A DETECTIVE has his gun leveled at Lee from ten

feet away - obviously mistaking the situation.

THE DETECTIVE:

Put it down!

CARTER:

It's alright. He's with me.

THE DETECTIVE:

With you? He's pointing a goddamn gun

at you. You call that with you?

And now it's Lee's turn to speak - in perfect English.

LEE:

He was just showing me how to take a

gun away from a suspect.

Carter looks at Lee in disbelief. Lee flips the gun around and hands

it back to Carter, butt first. Carter takes the gun, anger building.

Then Lee grabs Carter by the hand and pulls him off the floor.

THE DETECTIVE:

You must be a helluva teacher.

LEE:

Oh yes, he's very good.

THE DETECTIVE:

(to Carter)

Just don't do that sh*t in the

hallway. I could've killed him.

CARTER:

Oh yeah, maybe next time you will.

Lee smiles at the Detective and bows as they move past. The Detective

can't help but return the smile. Carter is pissed.

INT. MEN'S ROOM -- CONTINUOUS

Carter bursts into the men's room. Lee follows him in.

CARTER:

You speak English!

LEE:

A little.

CARTER:

Bullshit a little. You lied to me.

LEE:

I didn't say I didn't. You assumed I

didn't.

CARTER:

It's the same thing!

LEE:

I am not responsible for your

assumptions.

CARTER:

You're full of sh*t. Do you

understand what I'm saying to you?

Full of sh*t?

LEE:

Not being able to speak is not the

same as not speaking. You seemed as

if you liked to talk. I like to let

people talk who like to talk. It

makes it easier to find out how full

of sh*t they are.

CARTER:

Okay, fine, you're full a sh*t, I'm

full a sh*t.

LEE:

(smiles)

We are both full of sh*t.

CARTER:

Yeah, that's right. Now that we

understand each other... show me how

you did that.

Carter pantomimes Lee's fast hands. Whipping them around in a frenzy

of activity. Lee just watches Carter's pathetic attempt to mimic him

for a moment, then:

LEE:

You should keep your gun.

CUT TO:

INT. AT CARTER'S DESK -- AFTERNOON

Carter is sitting on one side, Lee on the other. Carter is handing him

a bunch of brochures and information.

CARTER:

... and there's a copy of our

insurance packages.

Carter hands another folder to Lee. Lee stares at the material. But

it's obvious he's losing patience himself.

LEE:

I am afraid I don't understand the

importance of this information.

CARTER:

Look, you want to work in this

country, you gotta know this crap.

Okay? We're gonna be in some deep

sh*t here. Working the danger zone.

And you need insurance. Cause, you

know, you might be starting some riots

and sh*t.

But Carter sees Johnson coming toward him. And he quickly puts on the

positive.

CARTER:

So, my plan is, we hit the scene, walk

it --

Lee doesn't know what the hell Carter is talking about. Johnson glances

at Lee, then Carter.

CARTER:

-- and get the feel for how it went

down. Then hit the witnesses --

Carter sees Johnson, smiles, waves. Lee turns to look, but Carter goes

quickly back to talking, as if what he has to say is too important to

interrupt.

CARTER:

-- see who remembers what and how the

action went down.

Johnson watches for a moment, then she moves past. Realizing the

conversation is too important to interrupt. But she smiles at Lee.

CARTER:

Because we gotta dig up the --

And Lee smiles at Johnson.

CARTER:

-- what the hell is that?

LEE:

What?

CARTER:

That silly-ass look on your face.

LEE:

I was being polite.

CARTER:

Well don't do that. Polite don't work

here. You do that polite sh*t here in

America, they'll sue your ass for

harassment.

Lee just stares at Carter. America, according to Carter, is not what

he expected. But now that Johnson is safely past:

CARTER:

Where were we?

LEE:

Witnesses.

CARTER:

Wait. You hungry? You gotta be

hungry, you just flew in from China.

And what'd they feed you, Chinese

food, right? Then you gotta be

hungry. Hell, it doesn't matter, I'm

hungry. We'll get some food on the

way to the Consulate.

CUT TO:

EXT. GRAUMAN'S CHINESE THEATRE -- AFTERNOON

A HOT DOG STAND out in front. Carter is handed TWO HOT DOGS by the

COOK. Gives one to Lee.

CARTER:

It's not really dog. Just called a

dog. Not like in Vietnam where if

they made one a these it'd be dog.

It's just made from... well, I'm not

sure what, but there ain't no dog in

it.

They move down the street and Carter gestures to the wild quasi-Chinese

architecture of the old Grauman Theatre.

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