The Corruptor Page #3

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A smiling Lee, stamps out his butt and circles the table.

LEE:

If the Feds get near Uncle Benny, our heads go first. So

you do whatever it takes to make some kind of case against

Bobby Vu and the rest of the Fukes. I'm sure the FBI will be

just as happy with them. As you said, we're all the same.

Lee slides two tickets into Chen's front jacket pocket.

LEE:

Knicks, court-side.

Chen puts down his glass and walks into the hallway.

INT BLUE EMPRESS HALLWAY - NIGHT

He cuts across a narrow corridor and passes through a door tucked

behind dried, hanging ducks. Then it's down a flight of stairs...

INT UNDERGROUND STAIRS & HALLS - NIGHT

...through a maze of underground alley-ways, populated by well

dressed TEENAGE THUGS, and into the world beneath Chinatown.

Chen walks up toward a massive BOUNCER standing in front

of a steel door. He slides the tickets into his shirt pocket.

CHEN:

Knicks, court-side.

The Bouncer opens the door, exposing a room filled with Chinese

MEN playing all things you can wager a buck on.

INT GAMBLING PARLOR - NIGHT

Chen surveys the action which is loud, fast and furious. He

fires a smoke, pulls a fist full of hundreds from his envelope

and lays down his first bet of the night.

EXT:
EAST BROADWAY ARCADE-NIGHT

Jack and his attractive girlfriend AMY SAN hang with their

friends in front of the arcade when Bobby Vu and three other

Dragons pull up in a red Lincoln. They quickly grab hold of

Jack.

BOBBY VU:

(Fukienese)

You let your brothers die?

Everything stops as Bobby punches, kicks and throws Jack

around the street. The other Dragons keep everybody away,

though they already seem to know.

JACK:

(Fukienese)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

BOBBY VU:

(Fukienese)

Are you Fukienese Dragon?...ARE YOU?!

JACK:

Yes.

Bobby looks over at Amy. She's sexy as hell and he lets

her know he knows it. He then turns to Jack and grabs him

by his hair.

BOBBY VU:

Avenge your brothers. Kill that cop.

omitted

4. WELCOME TO THE A.G.U.

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INT:
AGU OFFICES - DAY

Wallace is tacking a photo layout of the Hip Sing Triad to the wall

as Chen re-enters.

UNG:

Junior brought a scorecard.

Chen takes out a thick magic marker, starts crossing out photos.

CHEN:

Dead, dead in prison. The rest usually stop by for a visit.

It's not healthy to let them know what we know....Why does a

white cop request Asian Gangs?

WALLACE:

Detective Shield, an extra eight grand a year in my

pocket...and a chance to work with you.

UNG:

Uh oh. Yellow fever. You got a hard on for all things Chinese,

right? The food, customs, women. You got a Chinese girlfriend,

don't ya?

WALLACE:

Actually, uh....no.

CHEN:

But ya did?

WALLACE:

Are we all gonna exchange sexual histories?

UNG:

I knew it. Yellow f***in fever. Junior's here to walk the

street and get his wick licked by a nice almond-eyed beauty.

WALLACE:

I'm here so Chinese immigrants don't have to live thirty to a

room. Or spend twenty hours a day making clothes for slave

wages.

CHEN:

Why do you give sh*t about Chinese immigrants?

WALLACE:

I'm a cop. I give a sh*t about enforcing the law.

DENG:

So what's your plan to save the yellow people?

WALLACE:

Same techniques used on every other organized crime operation

in the city. Bust the street soldiers every time we see 'em,

move up the food chain to the Council, cramp 'em with

surveillance, sting operations, keep climbing all the way to

Uncle Benny.

Chen laughs at Wallace's naivete.

UNG:

This ain't every other organized crime operation in the city.

We work cases, Junior. Keep the tourists safe. Violence spills

into the street, we break heads. `Cept Detective Deng, she's

above that.

DENG:

When the department authorizes police brutality perhaps I'll

join you.

CHEN:

You don't change Chinatown, it changes you.

WALLACE:

I'm ready to give it a shot.

Chen eyeballs the cocky kid.

CHEN:

Alright...Don't make plans tonight.

WALLACE:

Why?

UNG:

Cause we're goin on a panty raid.

EXT:
FIFTEENTH PRECINCT - DAY

Chen, in last night's clothes, climbs the steps of the

yellowed brick building and steps inside.

INT:
FIFTEENTH PRECINCT - DAY

Chen coughs hellos to the DESK PERSONNEL, cuts

through a door marked ASIAN GANG UNIT and steps

into a small colorless room.

INT:
ASIAN GANG UNIT - DAY

He passes plums to his two Chinese-American

detectives; WILLY UNG, sharp of tongue and nose...and

LOUISE DENG, a by the book cop who puts in her eight

and goes home to a family.

CHEN:

Everybody works tonight, we're visiting Ginza

Massage.

UNG:

My kind of raid.

Ung's accent is hard-core Bronx. On the phone you'd

think he was an Italian from Eastchester Road.

UNG:

Found another young pretty in a dumpster.

He tacks a crime scene photo onto a board already

showing another woman lying in a dumpster when he

notices a scratch on Chen's neck.

UNG:

Anybody I know?

Chen removes Ung's smile with a look and pours

himself a coffee.

DENG:

Did a two hour sweep. No one would speak to me.

UNG:

Try breath mints.

Deng's accent is Connecticut, along with her

wardrobe. She ignores Ung as she cuts the plum into

four perfect slices.

DENG:

And the two who found the body didn't see, hear or

smell anything.

CHEN:

What's new?

We stay on Chen as a sudden silence descends. A beat

and he turns to see why. There at the entrance to the

AGU stands young WALLACE holding a box of personals.

WALLACE:

I'm Daniel Wallace.

He looks as if that's supposed to mean something. By

the looks on the faces of the AGU members, it doesn't.

KLEIN (O.S.)

He spent six months in China on a college course

or some sh*t.

INT:
FIFTEENTH PRECINCT, CAPTAIN'S OFFICE-DAY

CAPTAIN STAN KLEIN, a Chinese hater going back to his

tour in `69, sits back with a cold washcloth over his

eyes as Chen, looking like he ate a bad lemon, tosses

Wallace's file onto the desk.

CHEN:

The Chinese don't trust whites or cops and you're

giving me a white cop.

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