The Killer Page #9

4/6/92 D.G., W.H. 15.

JEFF:

I m trying to help you.

She stops struggling.

JENNY:

I'm sorry.

JEFF:

Are you all right?

He hands her her bag.

JENNY:

Thank you. Is this my bag?

JEFF:

Yes. A couple of guys on a motorcycle tried to take

it. They're gone now.

JENNY:

You got it back?

JEFF:

It's all over now. Can I take you home?

JENNY:

Thank you, but you've done enough for me already --

Starts to move off.

He falls into step next to her --

JEFF:

Then, maybe you can reward me by letting me take

you home.

JENNY:

You were in the club. You spoke to me, left me

money --

JEFF:

I come a lot to hear you sing --

She takes his arm.

They move down the street.

JENNY:

You're an American?

JEFF:

From New York. It's almost the same thing. My

name is Jeff.

4/6/92 D.G.. W.H. 16.

JENNY:

You speak no Cantonese?

JEFF:

Twenty or thirty words...

JENNY:

Then you don't understand the songs?

JEFF:

It's probably better that way. Here's the car.

A BMW 850.

He opens the door and helps her into the car.

It's difficult for her.

JENNY:

I hate being so helpless...

He adjusts the safety belt around her.

JENNY:

I hate it. I'll never get used to it.

As he closes the door --

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

NIGHT:

The apartment is simple and spare.

A piano.

Sophisticated sound system.

Jeff opens the door and turns on a LIGHT --

JEFF:

Would you like me to have a look around? Just to be

safe?

JENNY:

Thank you. Coming home alone still scares me.

JEFF:

Don't you have a boyfriend?

JENNY:

I got rid of him. I feel sorry enough for myself. I

didn't need any more help.

Jeff looks around the apartment.

Stops near a high table.

Looks at some photographs of Jenny --

Winning a talent contest.

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