The Corruptor Page #20

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CHEN:

Yeah. Order me another.

Chen picks up his drink and crosses to the phone. He

pumps in a quarter, dials and waits.

CHEN:

It's Chen, get me Lee.

Chen finishes the drink as he waits.

LEE (PHONE)

Where've you been. I've been paging you all

morning.

CHEN:

What do you want?

LEE (PHONE)

Wallace is Internal Affairs.

Chen feels his stomach tighten, but he's not sure he

got it right.

CHEN:

What?

LEE (PHONE)

You heard me.

CHEN:

I don't believe it.

LEE (PHONE)

Your girlfriends found a wire on him last night. I

checked it out and the f*** is making a case

against you.

The words hit Chen like a freight train. He stands

speechless. His insides reeling as he looks over at his

partner.

LEE (PHONE)

You there?

CHEN:

Yeah.

LEE (PHONE)

Who knows how long he was wired...He's got to go.

Chen's breath grows heavy as his eyes stare vacantly

at Wallace, who's working a beer.

LEE (PHONE)

You kill him tonight.

Chen can't answer either way, he's not even sure if

it's real or a dream.

LEE (PHONE)

The Fukes are taking delivery in one hour. Pier

25 at Port Imperial in Jersey, a ship called the

DORIAN. Take him along and make sure he doesn't

leave the boat...you understand me? I don't

give a sh*t about the cargo, the Fukes, nothing.

Just make sure Wallace is dead. Are we clear?

Chen doesn't answer, he just keeps looking at

Wallace, who's looking back at him now.

LEE (PHONE)

He'll hang us both.

CHEN:

Yeah. I understand.

LEE:

Kill him.

Chen hangs up. He looks at Wallace, then pushes

into...

INT:
JIMMY LOO'S BATHROOM - DAY

He stands in the tiny room, half looking in the mirror,

half looking nowhere. Eyes darting, mind racing. He

turns on the water and runs it across his face, but it

doesn't really help.

He reaches for a hand towel but it's stuck in the

dispenser. He rips down on the towel with all the

rage, frustration and anger inside him, tearing the

metal dispenser from the wall and slamming it into

the sink, the wall and finally to the ground. He then

tries to steady himself, but he's too upset. But then

his pager goes off. He calms himself, checks the

number...then dials. A voice answers.

CHEN:

Jack...slow down...tonight, Pier 25, the Dorian. You did

good, Jack. Where are you?...No, I'll contact the

F.B.I. I want you to stay at your girlfriend's, don't talk

with anyone. After we pick up the others, I'll come for

you.

Chen hangs up. He takes a breath and looks at himself

in the mirror. He runs his hands through his hair and

slowly exits back into the bar.

INT:
JIMMY LOO'S -DAY

His eyes stay on Wallace as he crosses the room. Only

now they look like he wants to kill him right there. He

sits beside his partner.

WALLACE:

Get a hold of him?

Chen takes a healthy gulp from his new drink.

CHEN:

Yeah.

WALLACE:

Did you tell him about the tape?

CHEN:

No.

WALLACE:

What'd he want?

Chen looks directly into Wallace's eyes. It takes him a

moment to get the words out of his throat.

CHEN:

He wanted to tell me that the Fuke's are picking up

their shipment in an hour, in Jersey.

WALLACE:

Sh*t, we gotta move. Did you call the Feds?

CHEN:

Yeah. They're going to meet us there.

Chen finishes his drink and the two cops cross for the

door.

21. THE SHIPYARD

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EXT:
PORT IMPERIAL, DOCK 25-DUSK

A huge container ship sits silently at dock. We

focus closer on the Wheelhouse.

EXT:
DOCK - NIGHT

Through night vision goggles we see the

adjacent parking lot. All seems calm at the

moment.

INT:
WHEELHOUSE - NIGHT

Chen stands quietly in the darkness looking

through the night vision goggles.

CHEN:

No sign of anybody.

He turns and hands the goggles to Wallace.

CHEN (cont'd)

Have a look.

Wallace takes up the post as Chen steps back into the

shadows.

WALLACE:

Lee said an hour, right?

CHEN:

Yeah...still nothin'?

WALLACE:

Nope.

CHEN:

You sure?

WALLACE:

Yup...all clear.

There's a long pause. We watch Chen's face turn to

stone.

CHEN:

How about Internal Affairs?

Wallace flinches but covers.

WALLACE:

What?

CHEN:

I forgot to mention it. Lee thinks they're making a

case against someone in the fifteenth.

WALLACE:

(while continuing looking through the goggles)

Who?!

CHEN:

He didn't know. Maybe it's just a rumour. You hear

anything?

Wallace is about to answer when he sees a

tractor trailer pull into the lot.

WALLACE:

They're here. Take a look.

He turns to give the goggles to Chen.

CHEN:

No- you keep watching. We've got to let 'em lead

us to the cargo.

EXT:
CONTAINER SHIP - NIGHT

Through the goggles we Bobby Vu and the others

be met by a shipman and led to the far end of

the boat.

WALLACE:

They're heading away from us.

INT:
WHEELHOUSE - NIGHT

Chen quietly c*cks his gun and points it at the back of

Wallace's head.

CHEN:

What would you do if you knew I.A. had a case

against you? Would you run?

WALLACE:

(increasingly uncomfortable)

I don't know what I'd do. What would you do?

Wallace is unaware of Chen standing directly

behind him, sweat building on his face- ready to

pull the trigger.

CHEN:

You mean after I killed whoever ratted on me?

Wallace's blood turns to ice. He lowers the goggles,

turns slowly and comes face to face with the barrel

of Chen's gun. It's instantly clear Chen knows all.

CHEN:

You should have let me die in the car that day. At

least then I die a cop.

WALLACE:

You are a cop- a good cop. And I'll tell anyone who

asks.

Chen hesitates. Not sure what to believe.

CHEN:

And you?

WALLACE:

I don't know what I am. All I know is you saved me

and you saved my father. My life is really yours to

do with as you wish.

His words hang heavy in the air...and then Chen fires. But

not at Wallace. He fires past his head, through the glass

of the wheel house and hits the FUKENESE gangster who

was about to blow them away with an assault rifle. A

beat, and automatic fire comes from another window,

spraying the wheelhouse with hot metal.

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