The Corruptor Page #9
LEE:
As you wish.
Lee turns May toward Chen and rubs her breasts.
LEE:
Would you like a turn?
Chen, looks at the young girl then turns and exits the
room. Lee laughs as a figure moves out of a steam
room behind him.
LEE:
We've got a Federal Agent sniffing around. We'll have
to postpone delivery.
Lee glances toward Fukienese leader, Bobby Vu.
BOBBY VU:
We can't. The boat's coming into port next week.
LEE:
Then it'll wait at the port.
BOBBY VU:
I'm not afraid of the F.B.I.
Lee pushes May under the water toward his crotch.
LEE:
Everything we've done has been to keep the Feds
focused on Uncle Benny. When he's gone, and I lead
the triad, you and your Fukienese brothers will
make all the money you want.
BOBBY VU:
Then let's kill him now.
LEE:
When Uncle Benny's indicted, he'll be
dangerous to our partners in Hong Kong. And
killing him, will come with thanks
instead of retribution.
BOBBY VU:
And Chen too.
LEE:
All in time.
EXT:
GOLDFLOWER RESTAURANT, DOYERS STREET, MORNINGThrough the glass we see Wallace pay the tab on his
morning's breakfast. He picks up a toothpick and a
mint and exits the building. He starts to move east
LEE:
Do you remember me?
Wallace looks closer...and sees Henry Lee who stays
in step with Wallace as he walks up Bowery.
WALLACE:
Yeah.
LEE:
I have information about the girl you found in the
garbage dumpster.
WALLACE:
How'd you find me?
LEE:
You're conspicuous in Chinatown...Two brothers
on Chrystie Street bring in illegals. The woman,
worked in their brothel, then tried to run. They left
her as a message to the others.
WALLACE:
How do you know?
LEE:
Everyone knows. But no one's going to speak of it.
Especially to the police.
WALLACE:
Why are you?
LEE:
I knew her.
Lee looks at Wallace, and for a moment he seems
almost sad.
WALLACE:
What are their names?
LEE:
You can't tell anyone how you found out. Not even
Chen.
WALLACE:
Forget it.
LEE:
For every person who knows, the chances of me,
or one of my children being killed in reprisal
increases a hundred fold.
WALLACE:
I can't.
LEE:
That girl was fifteen...And there are more to come if
you don't help us. Wallace thinks, remembering
the girl as she was stuffed into the body bag....He
knows he shouldn't, but he nods his head and Lee
hands him a piece of paper.
LEE:
Check the basement of a place called TONY'S. Don't
worry. This is how things get done in Chinatown.
INT:
FIFTEENTH PRECINCT, AGU OFFICE-DAYChen enters the room where Deng is filling out
paperwork.
CHEN:
Wallace come in yet?
DENG:
I don't think so.
The concern is easily read on Chen's face.
EXT:
142 CHRYSTIE STREET-DAYWallace anxiously watches the apartment building. He
steadies his nerves, then crosses the street and
enters through the front door.
INT:
142 CHRYSTIE HALLWAY - DAYIt's damp and poorly lit. Wallace moves down the
narrow hall and stops by the door next to the
incinerator. He jimmies the lock.
INT:
142 CHRYSTIE BASEMENT, STAIRS - DAYHe descends the stairs into the darkness. His mouth
dries as he pulls his gun. He moves down a narrow
corridor, passing a wooden door, when he hears
something from inside. Faint breathing. He reaches
for the doorknob. It's locked. He takes the slim jim
from his jacket pocket and easily opens the door.
INT:
142 CHRYSTIE BASEMENT ROOMS - DAYIt's dark. Wallace takes his mag-light and scopes the
room. He steps back, startled, when he sees thirty
FEMALE FACES, gaunt, eyes glazed, huddled in the
room like prisoners of war. None look older than
fifteen. Wallace stands looking at the young women
when he hears noise further down the hall. Slowly, he
steps back
INT:
142 CHRYSTIE BASEMENT, CORRIDOR-DAYand creeps toward a second door framed with the
bright light from within. It sounds like a small motor
mixed with whimpering. He looks through the
keyhole. It takes a moment for his eye to adjust.
When it does he jumps to his feet and kicks open the
door.
INT:
142 CHRYSTIE BASEMENT ROOMS - DAYWALLACE:
POLICE!
The room is awash in bright light, almost blinding
Wallace coming from the darkness. But there, on a
bed, he sees the source of the cries. Three young
He turns toward the light which is set atop a video
camera recording the scene. A MAN, mid forties,
throws the camera at Wallace and races for the door.
Wallace tackles him into the dark hallway...
INT:
142 CHRYSTIE BASEMENT, CORRIDOR-DAY...and pummels him with his fist. A loud BANG and a
flash of light from the end of the hall as someone
fires a bullet at Wallace.
Instinctively, without thinking, he fires back, hitting
the SHOOTER, who slumps to the ground. The impact of
his first shooting washes over him. In that moment,
the man beneath him pushes to his feet and begins
running down the hall.
WALLACE:
STOP!
The man grabs for the dead shooter's gun, turns and
takes a bullet from Wallace's Glock before he can
squeeze off a shot. Wallace stands frozen. The smoke
from his gun fills the tiny hallway. He tastes blood
and realizes he bit through his lip.
INT:
142 CHRYSTIE BASEMENT ROOMS - LATER (DAY)The place is now brightly lit as COPS and FORENSICS
scour the area. Chen enters from the far end and pulls
Wallace aside.
CHEN:
What were you doing in here?
WALLACE:
I came out of the diner on Pell Street and saw
some guy snatch a purse. I chased him into the
building, but I lost him inside. Then I heard
screaming from down here. I just stumbled into
it.
Chen stares at him as Ung and Deng approach from
upstairs.
UNG:
There's close to forty women here, all illegals.
And we found a storeroom with about a hundred
tapes.
DENG:
And the landlord remembers the four Jane
Does we pulled outta the dumpsters as part of
the stable.
Ung extends his hand to Wallace.
UNG:
Good job, Detective.
Chen eyes Wallace who takes Ung's hand.
WALLACE:
Thanks, Junior.
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