Year of the Dragon Page #8

...to meet with a reputed drug lord

by the name of Ban Sung?

Do you know there are ethical

boundaries, even for the press?

Then does the name White Powder ma

ring a bell?

All right, cut it.

I know your sources. And l'm gonna raise

the issue with your legal department.

I don't give a sh*t.

I got the new lady district attorney

behind me on this thing now.

Do you think the N.Y.P.D. is gonna

lift a finger for me? No.

I'm not gonna tell you where I am.

I'm gonna make this case with the DEA,

Customs and lmmigration if I have to.

The goddamn lnternal Affairs,

sniffing around again.

I'll bet you it's that f***, Kearney.

Get me Scappy Peck at Customs.

He owes me favors.

What did Tai say about White Powder ma?

What is all this?

What's happened?

I can't use my office.

The walls have ears.

I let you use this place,

but this is ridiculous.

Get off the phone.

And get these people out of here.

Right now.

Scappy Peck's on the line.

- No. No more calls.

Look at this place.

I give you an inch, and you take a mile.

I want these people out of here

right now. I mean it.

I don't have time to write thank-you notes.

I'm going for Joey Tai's throat,

and nobody will stop me.

So just don't break my balls, all right?

Just hang in there a little while, and

you'll be famous. That's what you want.

You ungrateful, overbearing,

self-centered son of a b*tch.

Don't tell me what I want.

- That's it. Let me hear it.'lgnorant Polack.'

Everybody, get out.

Sit down.

What's so funny?

You drive everybody crazy, not just me.

But she's an aristocrat.

You can't push her around.

That's an aristocrat?

From the North. mandarin.

They're like that.

Call Wainwright back. This is bullshit.

We're not getting anywhere.

Look, that dope is between here

and Thailand. It's on the move.

We gotta get a tap in Tai's restaurant office.

You must be kidding me.

A white face would never get in there.

lmpossible, captain.

- Come on.

You could get in there as a busboy

or something.

After that, plenty of time off

for sleep, a promotion....

No way, captain.

- A tough kid from Kwangtung?

Whose ancestors used to hang

in baskets in the Sierras...

...poking dynamite sticks in cliff faces.

All l'm asking you to do is

be a fly on the wall.

Your ancestors are rolling in their graves.

Goddamn bullshit, captain. You're pushing

too much. I'm no slave.

I gave up my security job.

I gave up my chauffeur job.

I send less money home.

I'm tired all the time. I don't eat right.

I'm getting sick. I die, l'm f***ed.

my family is f***ed.

For what?

- What do you mean?

You don't care nothing for people.

You make us all die for you.

Let me tell you something, captain.

When your ancestors were living

in caves in Poland...

...the Chinese were sailing their ships

across the Pacific.

What do you know of my ancestors?

- What do you know about mine?

We were traders, shipbuilders, explorers.

We taught you agriculture. We gave you

the orange, the irrigation system.

We dug your gold and silver, Stanley.

We taught you how to fish the Pacific.

And still we were barred

from American citizenship until 1 943.

We worked so hard to

build your railroads,

then when our opium was late...

...we were so desperate,

we helped each other kill ourselves.

But l'm not gonna kill myself for you,

Captain White.

No more Chinaman Joe.

Those days are over.

He'll be back. He loves me.

Look, Stan, the kid's pushing it to the limit.

I don't know, maybe we should take him

off the case.

No undercover has lasted

more than a month in Chinatown.

Let me tell you something.

That kid is tough as nails.

And l'm gonna make it up to him.

mind your business.

You have to remember to call.

Why don't you call now....

Watch what you say.

No problem.

- Easy to take care of.

Which new company?

Sh*t.

The goddamn name of the ship.

White has a wire in your office.

Who?

- I don't know, but l'll find out.

Hey, Perez.

I don't want anything to go wrong

with the shipment. It's important.

Don't worry.

- I want you at the pier.

All right, where?

- The Kazimierz Pulaski. Polish.

It docks Tuesday. Pier 1 1.

l'll be there.

- Thanks.

Stanley.

Hey. Hey.

You're gonna be all right.

I'm proud as hell of you.

Eleven.

What?

- The dock.

Get to Beekman, for chrissakes.

What was the name of the ship?

- Dear God....

Kazimier...

...Polki....

He's at the bar.

You and me are gonna have a talk

about Herbert Kwong.

Get off me. You f***ing....

I'm gonna f***ing kill you,

you little cocksucking bastard.

Get the f*** in there.

- l'm gonna press charges.

I'm begging you.

Come on, Joey, call a cop.

Come on, let's go to court.

I'm begging you.

No more now, Stan.

oh, sh*t.

Get out. Get out.

Aileen. Come on. Let's go.

Get the f*** out of my way.

Get the f*** out of my way.

motherfuckers.

Let's go.

Get your f***ing ass in--

Hurry up, Aileen.

F***er.

Bastard.

You look like you're gonna die, beautiful.

oh, yeah? Don't count on it.

- You are.

You're not gonna make it.

Was it worth it?

Anything you want to tell me

before you go, sweetheart?

Yeah. F*** you.

What happened, captain?

Got one in the chest.

- Captain, what the hell happened?

I'm talking about a ship out of Rotterdam.

The Kazimierz Pulaski.

What the hell's the problem?

You know how big that ship is, Stanley?

We can't go ripping up floor plates...

...cutting boilers open, poking

through 1 0,000 Edam cheeses...

...or drilling in a shipment of Danish

furniture on your say-so.

It's a lot of money involved. We got

passengers, we got waiting time.

Besides, it's the flagship

of a foreign government.

All l'm asking you to do

is go through one ship.

I got a deathbed confession.

A cop died for this.

You're pissing against the wind, ace.

Get a live informant.

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

You shouldn't be here.

You embarrassed

your friends are gonna see me?

Tonight's the night.

Get your crew to Pier 1 1.

We'll watch rice boil over in Chinatown.

I have to talk to you.

- For what? What is it? What is it?

Are you gonna weasel out on me?

What? Spit it out.

I can't go there. I've been told

not to do any more stories on this.

You've been told? By who?

- By the network.

There's a war going

on down in Chinatown,

and you're not gonna cover it?

Look, I don't think this is

the time or the place.

Tell me the time and the place,

and we'll go to that place and discuss it.

Would you just quit? There's times

you have to know when to quit.

oh, yeah? Did Herbert quit?

What's wrong with you?

He's dead. Connie's dead.

I'm putting my life on the line,

and you're sitting here...

...acting like some phony,

white-bread c*nt.

You're not even white, you're Chinese.

Those are your people down there.

Are you a reporter,

are you a whore, what?

You're a son of a b*tch, Stanley.

The day you put your ass on the line,

that's the day you'll be a real reporter.

my ass on the line?

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