The Killer Page #38

4/6/92 D.G., 9,'. I-I. 65.

JEFF - HARBOR

He stares out to sea.

INT. HALLWAY - JENNY'S APARTMENT BUILDING - MONGKOK

DISTRICT - KOWLOON - DAY

Chang throws sacks of garbage down the stairs --

He is accosted by an angry OLD WOMAN, who pops out of a doorway...

WOMAN:

Are you supposed to be the new janitor?

CHANG:

Yes. lady.

WOMAN:

What kind of way is that to do your job? Does this

look like a trash bin to you? It's a fire escape. Look

there's trash everywhere. What if there's a fire?

Chang retreats under this barrage.

Starts to collect the garbage.

CHANG:

Sorry, I'll get it.

WOMAN:

You think I can just fly over it? You pick that up

right now. And take it out to the bin where it

belongs. I pay my maintenance fee every month...

While he carries out the garbage --

Jeff slips by him up the stairs...

INT. JENNY'S APARTMENT - MONGKOK DISTRICT - KOWLOON - DAY

Jeff lets himself into Jenny's apartment.

She looks up at him as he comes in.

As if she could see him...

JENNY:

There are cops everywhere. They're using me as

bait. Stay away from me!

Jeff jumps back from the doorway.

His PISTOL out and raised.

Lee's gun is pointed at his head.

LEE:

Drop it.

Jeff's gun is pointed at Lee's head.

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JEFF:

Drop it yourself.

They move into the apartment --

Each with his gun on the other.

JENNY:

I'm sorry. I couldn't warn you before. They came

right after you called.

JEFF:

It's not your fault.

(to Lee)

You don't look like a Hong Kong cop.

LEE:

You don't look much like a Tong hatchet man.

JENNY:

Why don't you go?

JEFF:

He's got a gun on me. I've got one on him.

LEE:

I got plenty of time. I'm not going anywhere.

JEFF:

Who are you?

LEE:

Ronald Lee. FBI.

JEFF:

Little off your turf...

LEE:

Not really. I'm assigned to you. Wherever you are

is my turf.

JEFF:

My own personal FBI agent. What'd I do to get this?

LEE:

Astamendi is the one we've got you for. There are

others.

JEFF:

Jenny, why don't you make us some tea. Mr. Lee

and I could be here awhile...How do you figure me

for that job?

LEE:

You were turned.

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