The Corruptor Page #12

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EXT:
SPADINA ALLEY (TOR) - DAY

Chen and Wallace speed through the narrow

pasageway checking through the periodic

openings to Temperance Street trying to track

the Lincoln.

WALLACE:

There!

Chen floors it- comes flying out the end of the

alley on to...

EXT:
NARROW DOWNTOWN STREET (TOR) - DAY

Cars parked on both sides of the street.

Chen comes right up beside the Lincoln and tries

to force it to a stop by pushing it up against the

parked cars but the Lincoln just keeps charging,

banging an opening through the cars and

jumping onto the sidewalk knocking down a

half-dozen pedestrians who can't get out of the

way fast enough. Chen tracks alongside-

gangster#2 spraying automatic fire at them,

smashing out the windows of the parked cars.

Chen and Wallace do their best to return fire. A

delivery truck straddles the sidewalk in front of

the Lincoln, instead of slowing, they speed up

and at the last moment crash through parked

cars, forcing an opening for them to come back

onto the street. The parked car they punched

through now blocks the Chevy. Rather than

stop, Chen blasts onto the opposite sidewalk,

pulls up next to the Lincoln while he and Wallace

try to blow it out. Suddenly there's an elderly

woman pulling her shopping basket in front of

them who can't possibly get out of the way.

WALLACE:

Yo, Civilian!!

Chen jams on the brakes, slides through an

opening of parked cars and follows the Lincoln

around the corner to the left.

EXT:
POST OFFICE ALLEY - DAY

Gangster #2 seeing the Chevy gaining on them,

leans far out his passenger side window and

sprays the Lincoln's tires just before a truck

pulls out from a loading dock and sends the

gangster's body flying through the air like a

puppet. The Lincoln doesn't even slow. The Chevy

spins uncontrollably, the front end smashing

into the elevated lift of a meat truck, which cuts

right through the windshield pinning Chen

behind a collapsed steering column.

Both men, shaken, watch as the Lincoln heads

for the end of the street, then suddenly pulls a

smoky 180 and heads right back towards them.

WALLACE:

What the hell is he doing?

The Lincoln drives straight at them with the now

visible BLUE and WHITES tailing it in close pursuit.

CHEN:

Sh*t.

Chen and Wallace try and climb from the Chevy.

Wallace can. Chen can't. He's trapped behind the

wheel.

Chen looks at Wallace who stands beside the

car.

CHEN:

Go!

Chen begins firing at the Lincoln. Wallace looking

between Chen and the fast approaching car,

fires also. Chen's gun empties. Because of the

chaos of the delivery trucks, the Lincoln has

only one way out, and that is to crash straight

through the disabled Chevy.

CHEN:

I said go!

Chen empties his gun. Wallace refuses to leave

him. The Lincoln is forty yards, thirty yards. It's

engine is deafening.

CHEN:

GO!!!

Wallace stays, firing everything he's got. Out of

ammo, he quickly turns, dives back in the ca and

grabs the shotgun from the back seat. Twenty yards,

ten yards, he sees the face of the DRIVER when he

gets lucky and a shotgun blast hits the gangster in

the chest. The Lincoln spins out of control, twirling

like crazy before it hits one of the trucks and

explodes in flames. Wallace pulls Chen down as the

fireball rolls just over their heads. Chen looks at

Wallace as they sit up.

13. ENTER THE FEDS

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INT:
INTERROGATION ROOM TWO - DAY

SCHABACKER:

Federal agent Ronald Ming is dead. Shot seven times

in the back and I'm thinking some scumbag in

the Fifteenth is responsible.

Chen insides are twisted in knots. Half of him wants

to come clean, but the self preservation half knows

to play it cool.

CHEN:

Maybe some scumbag in the Bureau is responsible.

SCHABACKER:

And maybe I'm gonna grow a tree out of my dick.

CHEN:

If anybody could.

SCHABACKER:

And you can bet your ass it'd be an Oak.

Schabacker stares at Chen looking for the slightest

flinch.

SCHABACKER:

We I.D'd the shooters...They're Fukienese.

Chen breathes a touch easier. Maybe it wasn't Lee.

Maybe it was part of the turf war.

CHEN:

Fuke's have been makin a move on the triads for

months.

SCHABACKER:

That's the only thing keepin me from ripping

this f***in precinct to the ground. That...and this.

Schabacker puts a small tape on the desk. Chen looks

at tape, wondering if he's on it.

SCHABACKER:

The a**holes were in such a hurry to get moving

they didn't check the bodies for wires.

CHEN:

Who's on it?

SCHABACKER:

Benny Wong. Some others. Three weeks worth of

undercover work.

CHEN:

A court'll never admit it without the agent backin

it up.

SCHABACKER:

They will once you tell 'em you've been working with

us on this investigation. That after the shooting

and before the chase, you entered the building,

approached our agent who, with his last breath,

told you he got this tape and corroborated what's

on it.

CHEN:

That's perjury. Why would I do that?

SCHABACKER:

To keep me from bringing charges against you for

obstructing a federal investigation. Wallace told

us how you engaged in the unauthorized surveillance

of a federal agent, which possibly blew his cover,

resulting in his assassination.

Chen looks at Schabacker.

CHEN:

That speech may have shivered a rookie, but

you'll need better for me.

SCHABACKER:

Then I'll tell you what. You better watch your back

cause my gut's still tellin me somebody in the

Fifteenth gave my guy up and if I can't have Uncle

Benny, I'm gonna have him.

Chen looks into Schabacker's face.

INT:
WALLACE'S APARTMENT-LATER

Wallace, dressed only in pants, cracks open the front

door and sees Chen standing in the doorway. The visit

catches Wallace off guard.

CHEN:

You alone?

WALLACE:

Yeah.

CHEN:

Then invite me in.

Wallace opens the door wider and Chen steps inside.

He looks around the small apartment filled with boxes

and Chinese artifacts with cops eyes. The kind that

make you nervous even if you've done nothing wrong.

CHEN:

You got something to drink?

WALLACE:

(putting on his shirt)

No.

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