The Corruptor Page #15
He enters, closing the door behind him.
SCHABACKER:
Mr. Wong, we're running a one day sale. Chance of
a lifetime. The opportunity to buy your freedom.
Schabacker pulls an audio tape from his desk drawer.
SCHABACKER:
This tape was obtained by an agent working
undercover inside the Triad.
It's Cantonese but the look on Wong's face tells us it
isn't good.
LAWYER:
The tape is garbage. If it weren't, you would have
arrested my client by now.
Schabacker lays an arrest warrant on the table and
speaks to Wong.
SCHABACKER:
Lawyers are always gutsy when it's someone else
looking at life. But I don't want you. I want whoever
killed my agent. I want the cops in the Fifteenth on
your payroll. And I'm willing to pay for it.
INT:
FUKIENESE CRASH PAD, BEDROOM - NIGHTThe phone rings as Bobby Vu makes out with a good
looking girl.
BOBBY VU:
Hello.
INT:
GREEN MERCEDES-SAME NIGHTLee rides in back, speaking into his cell-phone.
LEE:
Our patience has paid off. Uncle Benny paid a visit to
the F.B.I. His time is over.
INT:
FUKIENESE CRASH PAD, LIVING ROOM-SAME NIGHTThe room looks like home to seven teenagers who
drink, do drugs, fight and play with guns all day. Four
of them, including Jack, are on the couch, watching
porno. The bedroom door opens and Bobby Vu enters,
kicking everybody off the couches.
BOBBY VU:
(Fukienese)
Get dressed, we have a job.
JACK:
(Fukienese)
What is it?
BOBBY VU:
(Fukienese)
We take care of Benny Wong tonight.
EXT:
CHEN'S APARTMENT, MOTT STREET-NIGHTWallace drives to the curb as Chen looks at the Phone
Company truck parked across the street.
CHEN:
My friends are waiting for me.
Wallace glances at the truck.
WALLACE:
How long you think the Feds'll be watching us.
CHEN:
Month, maybe two.
Chen can see that fact rattles Wallace.
CHEN:
I didn't want Lee involving you.
WALLACE:
It's not your fault.
CHEN:
I didn't say it was. What I'm saying is you're
alone now. You can't trust anybody in the
department. Not the guys in the Fifteenth, not
the guys in the AGU. And you sure as hell can't
trust Henry Lee. So if anything gets sticky, you
come to me.
WALLACE:
How do I know I can trust you?
CHEN:
You don't.
Chen opens the car door.
WALLACE:
I'm glad it's not just me...Nuts huh?
Half of him feels the same way...But the smarter half,
the self preservation half, doesn't.
CHEN:
No.
WALLACE:
You wanna eat? I'll buy you a plum.
Chen smiles. He wants to, but he closes the door.
CHEN:
I got plans.
WALLACE:
Some other time.
Wallace drives off as Chen turns and pushes into his
building.
INT:
CHEN'S BUILDING, HALLWAY OUTSIDE HISAPARTMENT-NIGHT
Lying against the door, cold and pasty white, is May.
Chen quickly checks her vitals, then lifts her in his
arms and carries her back outside.
EXT:
GAS STATION, QUEENS-NIGHTThe Fukienese crew sit packed into a stolen Buick
Regal as one of the boys pumps unleaded into the
tank. Jack in the middle of the back seat fidgets like
an inmate on death row.
JACK:
(Fukienese)
I gotta take a leak.
Bobby Vu looks at him with the impatience of a killer.
BOBBY VU:
(Fukienese)
Hurry up.
Jack climbs out the door. He crosses the forty yards
of asphalt and moves behind the filling station to the
side of the building.
EXT:
GAS STATION PAYPHONE - NIGHTHe stops at a payphone nestled between the men's
and lady's rooms. His hands tremble as he slides in
the quarter and dials the number off Chen's card. He
checks the number of the phone, punches it in along
with his code. He hits the pound key, hangs up and
waits.
INT:
HUDSON ST CLINIC: HOSPITAL ROOM -NIGHTThe population, STAFF and CLIENTELE, is mostly Asian,
Spanish, and poor. The pace is fast and the care
minimal by necessity.
Behind a curtain, May lies sleeping, I.V. tubing
supplying nutrition, an oxygen mask supplying life.
Chen watches her when his pager goes off. He checks
the number, recognizing the pager code he gave Jack
as a young DOCTOR enters the area.
DOCTOR:
She's lucky you found her.
CHEN:
I want you to write her up as deceased.
DOCTOR:
Nick.
CHEN:
She recovers, she goes to work. Two weeks
she's back here, maybe not so lucky.
DOCTOR:
You're asking a lot.
Chen reaches into his pocket and pulls out ten
hundred dollar bills. The Doctor thinks, then takes the
money.
CHEN:
Let her stay a few days, till she's stronger.
Then I'll come get her.
Chen looks at May then slips outside.
EXT:
GAS STATION, PAYPHONE- NIGHTBOBBY VU (O.S.)
(Fukienese)
What the f*** are you doing?
Jack spins and calls on every ounce of strength he
has to keep from turning white.
JACK:
(Fukienese)
I'm sick. I wasn't sure if I had to go back inside
or not.
Bobby Vu starts to smile...until the phone rings. Then
he just stares at Jack, who ignores the ringing phone.
JACK:
I'm alright. Let's go.
Bobby stops him...and picks up the phone. He puts the
receiver to his ear, but doesn't say a word.
INT:
HUDSON STREET CLINIC-SAME (NIGHT)Chen stands at a payphone and almost speaks, but
the silence on the other end of the line stops him.
EXT:
GAS STATION, PAYPHONE-NIGHTJack's legs nearly buckle as Bobby Vu keeps the
phone to his ear. The wait is agony, but gets
interrupted when Black Eyes walks up.
GANGSTER:
What're you doing?
INT:
HUDSON STREET CLINIC-NIGHTChen hears the voices through the phone line and
realizes something's not right.
CHEN:
Is this Domino's Pizza?
EXT:
GAS STATION, PAYPHONE-NIGHTJack continues to watch Bobby Vu, who hangs up
without saying a word. Slowly, a smile curls his lips.
BOBBY VU:
(Fukienese)
Jack thought he was gonna sh*t his pants.
He puts an arm around his soldier and leads him to
the Buick.
INT:
HUDSON STREET CLINIC-NIGHTChen hangs up the phone. He stands a moment, then
takes a pen from his pocket and writes down the
number on the pager.
EXT:
BENNY WONG'S HOUSE, FLUSHING QUEENS-NIGHTChinatown Two and definitely the nicest. An upper
income, suburban neighborhood populated by
American-born Chinese.
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