The Corruptor Page #4
INT BLUE EMPRESS OFFICE - NIGHT
Inside, behind a desk sporting two surveillence monitors,
working a phone is HENRY LEE. He's mid- forties and slicker
than an oil spill. The consummate chameleon. Whatever he
needs to be, he is. If Satan walks earth, it's in the body of
Henry Lee.
LEE:
(Cantonese)
Forty thousand a piece. Fifty percent up front or else
the shipment will never leave the boat...Fine.
Lee hangs up as Chen fires the smoke he lifted from an ivory box on Lee's desk.
LEE:
My congratulations on your commendation. I trust you
enjoyed the little gift I sent over.
Lee lights a cigarette of his own, enjoying making Chen feel
like a mutt. Chen doesn't like it much, but knew it would happen
the minute he started undressing Lee's present.
LEE:
Uncle Benny is very proud of you.
Lee reaches into his desk drawer, produces a bulging envelope
and hands it to Chen who quickly counts the pile of hundreds.
CHEN:
Thought he'd be more proud this time.
LEE:
He is.
Lee lifts his wastepaper basket revealing strips of paper.
LEE:
Your markers. Two thousand eighty three of them. You
really should consider other forms of recreation.
Chen slides the envelope of cash into his jacket pocket.
CHEN:
Your soldier who got killed the other day was working
with the F.B.I.
Lee's smile dampens but his calm remains intact.
LEE:
Really?
CHEN:
Medical Examiner found a wire on him and the Feds
came down to pick it up. Lucky for you it had about six
bullets in it so it wasn't much good.
LEE:
Lucky for you too maybe.
Chen lets it pass.
CHEN:
That, plus the tourist who got killed, have the
Feds worked up. Word is they're going after the
triad. Probably Uncle Benny himself.
LEE:
Why us? It's the Fukienese Dragons who killed her.
We're just trying to do business as we've always done.
CHEN:
Because you're suppose to keep order in Chinatown.
LEE:
It's not like it once was. The youth gangs are not
easily controlled. They have no respect, no honor.
CHEN:
That's your problem. You can't control them, the
Feds are gonna revoke your free parking.
LEE:
Taking care of the Fukes is your problem. That's why
we pay you.
CHEN:
Yeah, well, it doesn't really matter cause to the Feds
you're all the same.
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