The Corruptor Page #6

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EXT:
CRUMBLING BUILDING - DAY

Wallace jumps from the car, catches one of the two

well dressed triad DRUG DEALERS hanging out front,

pushes him through the door and into the building.

INT:
CRUMBLING BUILDING - DAY

A dark, piss stenched room called home by fourteen

rats and a dozen ADDICTS sharing needles and

mindless nods. The Dopers can't move but three more

DEALERS can and take off running.

WALLACE:

FREEZE!

Wallace fires over their heads, stopping them in their

tracks as Chen races into the room. Wallace frisks the

Dealer he pushed inside as Chen looks over the

others.

WALLACE:

What do we have here?

Wallace pulls a thick packet of heroin from the kid's

pocket. Impressed with himself, he holds it up and

tosses it at Chen, looking at him through steel grey

eyes.

INT:
FIFTEENTH PRECINCT, BOOKING ROOM-LATER (DAY)

The four Dealers stand handcuffed to a steel beam

riveted to the wall as Wallace files his first arrest

with the DESK SERGEANT. Chen casually sips coffee

when a pissed off six footer in a blue suit rushes into

the room.

SCHABACKER:

Get each one of these guys

in different rooms...NOW!

PETE SCHABACKER holds up an FBI badge which gets

everybody moving. Two UNIFORMS unclasp the perps

and take them away. Schabacker looks at Chen and

gestures towards the AGU.

INT:
AGU OFFICE

Schabacker hardly looks at Ung and Deng who pour

over paperwork as Chen and Wallace follow him into

the room.

CHEN:

Something bothering you, Pete?

SCHABACKER:

Only that you a**holes just arrested a federal agent

working undercover with the Triad.

Wallace pales as Ung smiles to himself.

UNG:

Nice work, Junior.

WALLACE:

I made the arrest.

Wallace looks over at Chen who's offering no help

SCHABACKER:

Well goody for you, Einstein. So tell me, what

am I supposed to do now? Put a Federal Agent in jail

to maintain his cover. What? Let him go? We put

him back on the street everybody in Chinatown

will think he cut a deal with you and he'll be dead

inside an hour. So what should I do?

Wallace looks over at Chen, who's offering no help.

WALLACE:

You should do a better job of keeping us informed.

UNG:

Here here.

SCHABACKER:

Confidential undercover assignment. Key word

being confidential. Which nothing in the fifteenth

precinct is.

CHEN:

Relax, Pete.We lost the bag. No evidence. They can

all go.

Wallace looks over at Chen, but he doesn't dispute him.

SCHABACKER:

Keep 'em three hours, slap the sh*t out of 'em and let

'em go. I want everything on the Ginza raid by the

end of the day. And keep that dipshit on a leash.

CHEN:

You take care of your people, I'll take care of mine.

Wallace appreciates Chen's back up. Schabacker

heads out the door.

CHEN:

Which one's the Fed?

SCHABACKER:

The Chinese one.

CHEN:

Up yours too.

Ung takes the paperwork from the Desk and holds it

out to Wallace.

UNG:

You wanna eat this with soy sauce?

Wallace takes it from Ung's hand and tears it in half.

7. HENRY LEE

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INT:
JIMMY LOO'S COCKTAIL LOUNGE-NIGHT

No tourists, this watering hole's for the locals.

Getting another round of Tsiang Taos from the

WAITRESS is Chen, Wallace and Ung.

UNG:

Cough up the cash, Junior. Knuckleheads

buy all rounds.

Wallace pays off the waitress as he snaps at Ung.

WALLACE:

Eat me.

UNG:

That's it, show a little piss and vinegar. So

your first bust was a Federal Agent and a

senior Fed bit off a giant piece of your ass.

Chen laughs with Ung as Wallace takes a drink.

UNG:

Hey Junior, I dunno if you noticed, but

there're Chinese girls here.

WALLACE:

Sounds like you're the one with yellow

fever.

UNG:

Yellow fever, black plague, brown sugar,

white bread, I got it all.

Wallace can't help but smile.

WALLACE:

Why does the FBI want the info on the

Ginza raid?

CHEN:

It was their raid. They use us so the locals

don't smell feds. Mostly they use us

cause they're lazy shits.

UNG:

Last summer we grabbed a Viet Namese gang bringing

in Heroin by the boatload. Who swoops in last minute

for the credit? Your friend Shabacker of the FBI.

WALLACE:

We had the same problem in the one six, there's

nothing you can do.

UNG:

A guy pisses in the street that's one thing. A guy

pisses in your house you deal with him or live with

the stench.

WALLACE:

Very poetic. Unfortunately I don't know what the hell

you're talking about.

CHEN:

The Feds lost a snitch. Now they have an agent

working undercover in the triad. We find the agent,

see what he's got going, and when the eleventh

hour hits we swoop in, make the bust and pull the

case right out from under them.

Appearing quietly as if from some unseen back

entrance, Henry Lee appears through the crowd.

LEE:

(to Chen in Cantonese)

I don't believe I know your friend. A new soldier

in the fight against crime?

CHEN:

(Cantonese)

He won't be here long enough to get to know.

WALLACE:

(Cantonese)

I hope to be here long enough to make a

difference. Chen, Ung and Lee all look astonished

at Wallace's heretofor unknown language skills.

UNG:

You speak Chinese!?

WALLACE:

(Cantonese)

I'm not a total knucklehead.

UNG:

Whoa, in case you haven't noticed, I'm bronx born

and bred. The only Chinese I know is the Miranda

rights and what's on the menu.

CHEN:

Danny Wallace, Henry Lee.

LEE:

You gentlemen are partners?

WALLACE:

(to Chen)

Are we?

CHEN:

Cagney and Lacey.

LEE:

Chinatown needs more police. I hope you find a

home here. I think you'll discover the Chinese

people are warm and generous.

WALLACE:

(Cantonese)

I've already discovered that.

UNG:

Speak English, already.

LEE:

Never mind them. Reach out to our community, it

will reach out to you. Isn't that right, Detective?

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