Phan watches as Chen takes a card from his hand and flips it onto
the table. Ace of Spades. Phan drops a three of Clubs. Back and
forth until Phan's empty and Chen's left with one card. He smiles,
taking his time as the fat man wipes sweat from his brow.
Phan's poised to strike. Chen drops the card. Jack of Clubs. Both
men move, but Chen's quicker. He pulls the card from the table
letting Phan slam his hand on nothing but wood.
Phan holds his palm as Chen picks up the cards and another five.
He shuffles the deck skillfully with his right hand as his left
fishes a smoke from his pocket.
It's late. No Fukienese Dragons come here. I close now...OK?
On cue, the bell over the front door sounds trouble.
INT PHAN HO'S LAMPS - NIGHT
The youths entering the shop are FUKIENESE. Two, Jack and "The
Tall Kid", we recognize as the shooters from Wing's. One of them,
Fuke #1, stays outside to stand guard as the others approach Chen.
Time to pay.
They move purposefully toward the two men as Chen drops a
seven of clubs on the table and turns to Phan.
You speak Fukienese?
Phan nods as the young thugs reach the table. Chen turns over
a four of spades from the frightened shop owner's hand.
Tell 'em they're in the wrong store.
Learned some English, good for you.
Chen pulls his .45 and lays the cannon on the table.
Are you crazy?
Chen drops a Jack of hearts on the pile, covers it uncontested
and takes a five from Phan's ever shrinking pile.