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EXT. CITY OF COMMERCE - NIGHT

An dark, endless sea of boxy warehouses and boxy trucks.

Three sleek BMWs slink though the boxy maze.

Headlights reveal a man standing alone.

DAI LO

In his sixties, the devil in an Armani suit.

A briefcase is at Dai Lo's feet.

BMWs stop in a line, keeping Dai Lo well lit.

Bodyguards leap from the BMWs.

A bodyguard surveys the area.

A bodyguard opens a back seat door on a BMW. Out steps...

HARVEY GLASS

Sixties, looks like he could afford anything he wants.

Other gangsters and bodyguards join Harvey.

HARVEY
We're here. We're listening.

DAI LO
Welcome, everybody. Today is the
day we celebrate your retirement.

Harvey snaps his fingers.

Bodyguards reach inside their jackets.

DAI LO
I welcome you to a new life of
relaxation, far from your stressful
operations, and with the blessings
of wealth.

HARVEY
If you think you're buying us out,
you need to stop smoking your
merchandise.

Harvey turns away from Dai Lo.

A bodyguard draws a shotgun from under his coat.

CRACK!

The bodyguard's head erupts in a fountain of blood. His
corpse thuds on the asphalt.

Harvey freezes.



WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP

Half a mile from the line of BMWs, a dark figure sits and
holds a sniper rifle. The figure is

LUNG

30, Dai Lo's son, physically imposing, everyone's real polite
to him.

Lung's lips crack a smile around a cigar.



LINE OF BMWS

Chaos and confusion.

Harvey hides behind a BMW.

HARVEY
Sniper!

Two bodyguards draw guns and scan the rooftops.

CRACK! CRACK!

Blood sprays over the BMWS.



WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP

Lung holds his cigar with one hand and his gun with the
other.

LUNG
Nice shot. Don't be saying that
your big bro doesn't share.

Several yards away, a woman in black smirks...

JESSICA

Lung's sister, the girl your mom warned you about.

Lung pulls the trigger. bang



LINE OF BMWS

CRACK!

A spray of blood.

Another body hits the asphalt.

The eyes of two bodyguards darts about.

Suddenly, the two bodyguards run away, to the edge of the
shadows.

Mists of red rise from the two men's heads and they fall.

DAI LO
Perhaps you should reconsider my
offer.

Harvey pulls out his cellphone.



WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP

Through the scope, the reflection of Harvey's cellphone is
seen on the side mirror.

LUNG
Mine

Lung sets down his cigar. Lung lays prone with his eye to
the rifle scope.

A green tipped bullet slides into the chamber.

Lung's fingers curl around the rifle.



LINE OF BMWS

Harvey, hiding behind a BMW, holds his cellphone in a shaking
hand.

The cellphone reads, "Connecting."

PING!

The cellphone and Harvey's hand explode in a shower of blood
and silicon.

Harvey curls into a ball around his hand.

A perfect hole extends through the BMW.



WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP

Lung smiles from ear to ear.



LINE OF BMWS

Harvey winces on the ground.

HARVEY
Stop.

DAI LO
Excuse me?

HARVEY
You win, you win.

Dai Lo holds up his hand.



WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP

Still holding his gun at the ready, Lung sits up.

Lung picks up his cigar.

Lung puts his eye to the scope and watches Dai Lo, Harvey,
and the others.

Lung yawns. Lung takes a puff from his cigar.