Shanghai Kiss Page #3

is paint fruit and people

dancing at tea parties?

I mean, you're

a bright girl, you know?

You need

a real education.

Well, shouldn't you do

what you're passionate about?

Yes. Yes, that all

sounds great now,

you're doing

what you love,

you're doing what

you're passionate about,

but in 15 years

it won't be so great

when you're-- when you're

selling cotton candy on

the Santa Monica Promenade.

So it's about money?

I just don't want you

to regret this.

Fine, I won't go.

I have something

important to ask you.

You're in high school--

what's important?

You know,

condescension is not

the way to a girl's heart.

All right, I'm sorry.

What do you want

to ask me?

I'm sorry--

I'm so "sowwy,

- I'm so sowwy!"

- Oh my goodness,

- That's pathetic.

- I know, I'm sorry.

I can't do it

like you can. What?

I was going to

ask you...

if you wanted to come

to the Junior Prom with me.

The Junior Prom, wow.

Sorry, Adi, I can't go

to the Junior Prom with you.

Why not?

Why don't you go with--

with, you know, Alex,

or Botar or Hawthorne,

or whatever they

name them nowadays.

'Cause I don't

love them, Liam.

(bell rings)

All righty.

Out of my car, kiddo.

Who are you calling

"kiddo," buster?

You know what?

You'd better be careful,

'cause one day

you're gonna lose me,

And it's gonna

break your heart into

a million little pieces.

I could be the best thing

that never happened to you,

And you'll regret it.

Maybe not today,

maybe not tomorrow,

but soon and for

the rest of your life.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I have an algebra test

to attend to.

(kids chattering)

- (Adelaide grunts)

- All right, I'll see you

in another life

when we're both illustrious

Parisian libertines.

Or at 3:
00 P.M.,

whichever comes first.

Heads up, blondie.

Coming through.

ANSWERING MACHINE:

Two messages.

Liam, it's Mark Liu,

your father.

(speaks Chinese)

Where are you, anyway?

Call me!

(beeps)

Machine:

Monday, 1:
09 A.M.

Liam, why you not

calling me?

Your grandmother is dead.

This is Mark Liu,

your father.

(beeps)

Machine:

Monday, 1:
45 A.M.

(beeps)

(touchtones)

(ringing)

- FATHER:
hello?

- yeah, I got your message.

Yeah. Maybe if a few

more relatives die,

You'll actually come back

to New York, huh?

Will you give me a break?

I'm just trying

to make a living

for myself out here.

Oh, making a living

for yourself?

Without me sending you

checks every month,

you'd be out there

in the street with

all the others.

"to be or not to be."

You know,

I'm sorry I called.

She left you

a house in Shanghai.

Wait, what--

what did you say?

- She left me

her house?

Yeah.

Why-- why-- why did

she leave it to me?

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