The Killer Page #18

4/6/92 D.G., O'.H. 30.

JENNY:

I always did. But when you can't open them. It's

not the same. Anyway, I can't really explain it yet.

It's my first time, you know. I mean my first time

since...

He gets out of bed, moves to a cabinet.

Pours two glasses of wine from an open bottle.

JENNY:

I thought it was you before you told me.

JEFF:

How?

JENNY:

Wouldn't you know me in the dark? My smell. My

presence...?

JEFF:

Is that really true? (Hai ma?)

JENNY:

It's true. (Hai ya).

He returns to the bed, hands her a glass.

JEFF:

And you went with me anyway?

JENNY:

That's all you need to know about me.

JEFF:

You need to know more about me. I'm a killer. I

don't know how to explain it. I'm good at it. I get

paid well. I decide who I'm going to kill. It's w%at I

do. It's all I've ever done. Kill people. But I still

think of myself as a good man. And I want to be

with you. Now. Tomorrow. Next week. Next

month. Next year.

JENNY:

You're in love with me. Yes? But you have to be in

love with me to justify hurting someone innocent --

JEFF:

You think that's true?

JENNY:

Yes. But its' good. I'll have you forever. You have

to live a long time. For me. You owe it to me.

4/6/92 D.G., %W.H. 31.

EXT. CITY STREET - WANCHAI - LONG LENS - DAY

A compressed vista of cars, pedestrians, taxis, signs, flags, trucks...

The teeming city going about its mid-day bustle.

Sidney, carrying a BROWN LEATHER BRIEFCASE, moves through the crowd.

Hops on a groaning, crowded streetcar.

INT. MOVING STREETCAR - WANCHAI - DAY

Sidney picking his way through the densely packed vehicle as it jerks down the

crowded boulevard.

He stops and grabs a strap next to a MAN READING A NEWSPAPER.

Sets his briefcase down --

Next to a similar BRIEFCASE OF BLACK LEATHER at the Man's feet.

The Man reading the newspaper pays no attention to Sidney.

The exit bell RINGS --

Many passengers begin to disembark.

The Man with the newspaper reaches down, grabs Sidney's suitcase and heads for the

exit...

SIDNEY:

Watches the man with the newspaper disappear from view through the window as the

streetcar again lurches forward.

Reaches down and picks up the black suitcase.

Finds a seat.

Puts the suitcase across his lap.

Drums his fingers on it for a moment.

Then lights a cigarette.

EXT. HIGH RISE APARTMENT BUILDING - VICTORIA PEAK - DAY

Modem.

Glorious view.

JEFF:

Stands on his terrace.

Middle floor.

Looks out on the harbor.

SOUND of a BUZZER.

He Tums and goes back into the apartment.

INT. JEFFS APARTMENT - VICTORIA PEAK - DAY

Sparsely furnished.

Some antiques.

Khmer Buddhas.

Burmese wall hangings.

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