12:48 p.m. - 2006-04-09
security. time to trace back and rewrite.
this lasted for 15 days, and its raggedy.
Start off with a bunch of men sitting at a table smoking, not looking at all like security guards, and they are playing mahjong, drinking coffee and beer, in a small stuffy, messy looking room, walls plastered with tattered old world cup posters, 80�s swimsuit pinup girls, a creased poster of Britney Spears that looks like its been thrown away and picked up from the dustbin (indeed it was), the greasy dirty fan spins, the fuzzy discolored television set is showing some old Saturday night Chinese variety show.
The whole place looks like it hasn�t been cleaned, swept, much less mopped for ages; all kinds of old car magazines, television guides, girlie mags with missing covers/pages, yellowed tabloids (The New Paper, Wanpao, etc) are lying on top of each other in messy piles, on top of metal cabinets/lockers where the men keep their personal stuff, but usually they just throw their stuff around, on the old sofa, the mismatched chairs, or on the coffee-and-numerous-unknown-stains coffee table.
The men are expressionless, playing the game coolly like old-pros, just passing time�
FADE TO:
(CREDITS CAN COME UP OVER THIS SEQUENCE, listing actors names, cinematographer�s, writer�s, director�s, and then ending with the title of our film on the door: Security.)
1. Interior � MRT Train Carriage � Late Night
Inside the late night train. The lights are weary. Like the few people resting on the plastic seats. Their faces are like tired masks worn with the day�s work and exertions. Lolling heads with closed eyes or blank faces staring into space.
2. Interior � MRT Station � Late Night
MRT information screen reads, �Last train 11.53pm�.
Train doors open, and then close. The train strains and then accelerates into a blur, into the black hole of the underground tunnel. SGT KIM looks at the tail end of the train disappearing. Then he turns and starts walking towards the exit stairs of the station.
3. Exterior � Commercial building � Late Night
A tall building, lights going off.
The sky is dark with clouds.
The world is closing, falling asleep; a desolate loneliness hangs in the air.
4. Interior � Shopping Complex � Late Night
Inside a dim shopping complex, the sound of shutters closing.
Solitary footsteps hurrying away. The fluorescent tubes flicker and makes the sound of static briefly.
SGT KIM strolls in the dark as a dim silhouette, past several closed shops in the eerie corridor.
His dusty leather shoes walk the ground, rhythmically striking a lone beat in the atmosphere of silence.
They reach a door. It clicks open and they walk in.
It�s another corridor, albeit a narrower one with industrial lights, flanked by walls of a dirty cream shade. (Everything looks tall from our ultra-low feet angle).
A stairs with paint flaking from its railings.
It leads to a door.
There is a sign hanging on the door.
SECURITY
That�s all it says.
SGT KIM reaches a hand out to push open the door.
5. Interior � Security Room � Late Night
The sound of mahjong tiles clattering loudly, with music seeping out of a broken-down radio.
Four guys in various states of undress, sitting around a makeshift table pushing the mess of green tiles. Smoke fills the cramped room. A greasy fan spins. An old retro-looking clock hanging on the wall says 11.58pm.
The door opens and SGT KIM steps in.
SGT KIM
Hello.
SENIOR GOH, a guy in a dirty white singlet, looks up with a stubbled face of irritation, cigarette dangling from his mouth.
SENIOR GOH
Cheebye lah KIM, you�re finally here!
I lost money already leh.
Dun play already,
I�m going home.
SENIOR GOH pulls out his chip drawer and starts counting the chips. Sitting at SENIOR GOH�s left, XIAO GAO stretched his arms over his head and yawns, scratching his messy hair.
XIAO GAO
So early?
What time is it?
Play 2 more rounds leh.
SENIOR GOH
Early?
Early for you guys, but late for me!
I have to go home and sleep!
Opposite him, CRAPKING looks at his watch.
CRAPKING
It�s nearly midnight. Hehe.
Wah lan eh�
Lose money still want to go home�
SENIOR GOH
Lose money don�t go home
Stay here for fuck.
Don�t talk cock�
Bloody hell.
(looks at his uniform which is thrown on top of some boxes.)
AH GU!
Pass me my uniform.
AH GU, sitting opposite him, reaches behind, takes the uniform, lumps it up and throws it to SENIOR GOH.
SENIOR GOH
I�m so damm sleepy,
That�s why I keep losing.
SENIOR GOH gets up, puts on a raggedy polo t-shirt and collects his stuff. As SENIOR GOH leaves the room,
SENIOR GOH
Hey KIM,
Remember to file the night-sheet in the morning.
SGT KIM sitting on the couch, nods his head, and waves SENIOR GOH off as he takes a puff of his cigarette.
SENIOR GOH
Gentlemen, enjoy yourselves.
SENIOR GOH leaves.
CRAPKING
Bye bye lah.
Hey KIM,
Come take over leh.
KIM gets up, and is just going to take off his uniform shirt, when the office telephone suddenly rings.
KIM, XIAO GAO, AH GU and CRAPKING stare at the telephone, not knowing whether to answer.
The phone rings for a while and then stops.
They all relax.
Then KIM�s mobile phone starts ringing.
KIM picks it up and looks at the caller id.
KIM
Cheebye�
KIM looks at the others and says:
KIM
Manager Puah Chui.
The rest of the guards hurried and muted the television set, standing and looking as KIM answers the call.
KIM
Hello?
Ah yes, Manager Puah.
He looks at the others briefly.
KIM
Yes la,
The whole team they are out patrolling loh.
Don�t worry, we�re safe�
Ya, I mean, the shopping center is safe one lah.
Yes, yes�
Ok!
See you tomorrow morning.
Goodnight.
KIM finishes the call.
The others look at him expectantly.
AH GU
Puah Chui say what?
KIM
Patrol lah!
Walk around in circles.
Every night the same old shit, understand?
And yes, AH GU,
Later you in charge of throwing the rubbish at level 4.
CRAPKING and XIAO GAO grin and laugh.
AH GU
Huh?
Fuck off man.
He where got say?!
CRAPKING
Eh, you come here how long?
AH GU
Na bei�
KIM and others laugh, they were only teasing AH GU.
XIAO GAO
Ok la ok la,
Later we see the rubbish then see how la.
KIM puts his uniform back on, sits down and continues smoking.
XIAO GAO goes and light joss sticks at the altar.
AH GU and CRAPKING jostle for space at the lone mirror in the room as they wear their uniforms.
CRAPKING
(looking at reflection and dressing himself)
Na bei, damm Puah Chui,
Think we are what, cleaning aunties ah?
Cheebye, throw rubbish.
(he gets fed up with AH GU styling hair and blocking him)
Hey,
Style so nice for fuck,
For ghosts to see ah.
XIAO GAO
Oei!
CRAPKING
Okay.
AH GU continues adjusting his hair.
XIAO GAO places the joss sticks in the urn.
SGT KIM stubs out his cigarette.
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All four of them at the mahjong table.
Each of them have a dice, they roll it and then cup it with one hand, hiding the result.
CRAPKING
1, 2, 3, 4, 5,
I dun want.
Six ah!
Come on, come on!
SGT KIM
Open.
All of them, except AH GU, lift up their hands.
They look at one another�s results:
SGT KIM � 6
CRAPKING � 3
XIAO GAO - 5
XIAO GAO
Ah!
Heng ah!
hahaha
CRAPKING
Na bei!
Hey AH GU,
dun cheat ah!
Open up!
AH GU looks at them nervously, and then slowly opens up his hands.
AH GU�s result - 4
AH GU
Heng ah!
XIAO GAO and AH GU purposely make a show of their celebration in front of CRAPKING.
CRAPKING
Pui!
So suay�
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6. Interior � Shopping center, shops corridor � Night
CRAPKING walks alone in the dark corridor, cursing to himself.
CRAPKING
Bloody hell,
Kanansai.
CRAPKING points his torchlight around the corridor and looks around shiftily as he walks.
CRAPKING
Man,
Who will come and steal at night?
Fuckin dark and scary.
Suddenly, the walkie-talkie spits and crackles. The cheery voice of AH GU comes through.
AH GU (walkie-talkie)
Hey CRAPKING,
AH GU to CRAPKING over,
AH GU to CRAPKING over,
Hello hello!
CRAPKING picks up the walkie-talkie from his belt strap and answers grouchily.
CRAPKING
Ya what?
There is no reply from the walkie-talkie. CRAPKING looks at it and brings it closer and says louder:
CRAPKING
Ya what?
Oei!
Still no reply.
CRAPKING starts to get pissed.
CRAPKING
Wa kow!
I heard you clearly.
You better answer me,
Dun play your fucking games now.
Then he adds as an afterthought:
CRAPKING
Chao chee bye�
Over!
CUT TO:
7. Interior � Shopping Center: Corridor to Lift Lobby � Night
AH GU and XIAO GAO grin at each other as they walk along the corridor, to the lift lobby. XIAO GAO takes the walkie-talkie from AH GU�s hand and speaks into it:
XIAO GAO
Nothing.
Just checking comms.
Over.
They break into laughter.
CUT TO:
8. Interior � Shopping center, shops corridor � Night
CRAPKING stops walking, he is pissed at such a childish joke.
He grabs the walkie-talkie and screams into it.
CRAPKING
Ni na bei!
Fuck you!
Yea, heard me?
CUT TO:
7. Interior � Shopping Center: Corridor to Lift Lobby � Night
AH GU and XIAO GAO waiting for the lift at the lift lobby, chuckle at CRAPKING�s response.
CRAPKING�s voice crackles over the walkie-talkie:
CRAPKING (walkie-talkie)
Comms fucking clear?
Fuck you AH GU.
FUCK YOU.
OVER and OVER.
The lift appears.
CUT TO:
8. Interior � Inside the lobby lift � Night
AH GU and XIAO GAO enter the lift, and press button 9, to go to the offices.
SHOT ZOOM OUT TO MATCHING SHOT ON CLOSED CIRCUIT TV:
9. Interior � SECURITY COUNTER � Night
There is a small screen where a closed circuit TV shows AH GU and XIAO GAO talking to each other in the lift.
SGT KIM squats nearby, at a power-plug point. He scoops some black coffee powder out of a paper bag and into an electric kettle. He swirls the water with the spoon, mixing the powder slowly. Then he plugs the electric kettle in. He feels the side of the kettle to see if it is starting to warm. Satisfied, he gets up.
SGT KIM walks over to the counter, drags out the chair and sits on it. He looks at the closed circuit TV for a while. He looks at his watch. It reads, �12.25am�.
FADE TO
10. SGT KIM�s TANGENT � HDB FLAT CORRIDOR � EARLY MORNING
SGT KIM reaches his flat in the early morning.
He fumbles and drops his keys. He picks it up, yawns and opens the door.
11. SGT KIM�s TANGENT � HDB FLAT � EARLY MORNING
SGT KIM enters the sparse looking flat.
He unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt, walks past some plastic bags of soft drink cans and a stack of brown cardboard placed at a corner of the tiny living room, and enters the kitchen to get a drink from the fridge.
His mother, MOTHER KIM, a gray haired small-sized lady about 60-70 years age, is sitting in the kitchen, smoking and drinking a cup of black coffee.
MOTHER KIM
(in hokkien)
Early in the morning, dun drink pepsi,
Not good for your health.
SGT KIM doesn�t answer. He walks to the bathroom.
MOTHER KIM
(in hokkien)
Dun go out so late again.
Smoke trails from MOTHER KIM�s cigarette.
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12. SGT KIM�S TANGENT � HDB FLAT BATHROOM � MORNING
Sound of shower spraying streams of water. Soap suds water run down into the drain of the cheap tiled floor.
SGT KIM raises his face to the cold jets of water.
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13. SGT KIM�s TANGENT � HDB BEDROOM � MORNING
SGT KIM slumps into his bed, with a towel wrapped around his hair.
He closes his eyes and sleeps.
Camera lingers on his limp body and slowly focuses on his worn face.
SOUND FADE IN:
SOUND OF KETTLE WHISTLING/ WATER BOILING OVER.
14. Interior � SECURITY COUNTER � Night
Close-up on SGT KIM�s face lying on the counter.
He rouses and wakes up to the sound of the kettle whistling.
He stretches his neck up and down, and walks to the kettle and switches the power off.
Then he walks back to his seat at the counter, and takes a brief look at the security screen; it shows empty corridors, lifts, and the rest of the security guards patrolling.
He looks at his watch. It reads, �12.45pm�.
He realizes only a mere 20 minutes had passed.
15. Interior � OFFICES CORRIDOR � LATE NIGHT
AH GU and XIAO GAO are walking along the dark corridor, smoking and in the midst of a chat as AH GU raises his hand and casually switches off a light in another hallway.
SGT KIM (thru� walkie-talkie)
Arghhhhhhhhhh
Hao men ah! (I�m Bored!)
XIAO GAO startled and holds up the walkie-talkie. With a grin, he screams back like a mad man:
XIAO GAO
Arghhhhhhhhh�
(pause for breath)
Arghhhhhhhh�.
AH GU joins in the shouting.
16. Interior � Shopping center, shops corridor 2 � Night
CRAPKING is walking at another part of the shops corridor; He looks irritatedly at his walkie-talkie where XIAO GAO�s and AH GU�s (to a lesser degree) shouting can be heard.
XIAO GAO�s VOICE (walkie-talkie)
�ggghhhhhhh
CRAPKING says to himself:
CRAPKING
Bloody hell.
XIAO GAO�s shouting finally stops, either finally or just for a short breather.
CRAPKING quickly grabs his own walkie-talkie and screams:
CRAPKING
CRAPKING to All,
Cheeeeee Byyyyyyyyyeeeeeeee!
CRAPKING�s scream extends�
Till he�s out of breath and he coughs to a stop. He drops the walkie-talkie to the floor.
He coughs harder and harder, hacking out spittle and sputum from his throat.
He leans against the glass wall of a shop for support.
SGT KIM�s voice crackles over the walkie-talkie:
SGT KIM�s VOICE (walkie-talkie)
Hey CRAP,
You alright?
CRAPKING squats on the floor, one arm resting against the wall, and wipes his mouth with the other. He tries to soothe his throat by rubbing it and making a few throat-clearing noises.
He raises his hand at a security camera (looking at him), signaling that he is alright.
He gets up, picks up his walkie-talkie from the floor and walks feebly.
XIAO GAO�s voice comes through the walkie-talkie:
XIAO GAO�s VOICE (walkie-talkie)
Oei CRAP,
Alright a not?
You puberty, voice finally broken?/ You lost your voice?
CRAPKING continues walking, not saying a word. He fumbles in his pocket for something.
SGT KIM�s VOICE (walkie-talkie)
Yea, he�s alright.
No longer a virgin.
CRAPKING takes out a small bottle of sea coconut sore throat solution and sips from it.
XIAO GAO�s VOICE (walkie-talkie)
Hahaha�
That�s good that�s good.
How much did he pay the ah-gua?
CRAPKING grins self-deprecatively at the joke, holds up the walkie-talkie and speaks coarsely:
CRAPKING
Fuckoff man�
XIAO GAO�s VOICE (walkie-talkie)
Huh? What?
You want to fuck me?
Oh no, I�m sorry CRAP,
I�m not into ass fucking.
Hahaha�
CRAPKING doesn�t answer back. He continues walking and takes a few more sips of the sore throat solution.
CRAPKING walks into the dark, trudging down another dimly lit corridor, leading to the car park.
He pushes a door open and walks into the basement car park.
MONTAGE of the guards in their different locations, each doing different things in a blur� showing the passage of time.
16. Interior � Shopping center, basement car park � Night
The car park is deserted, dimly lit and eerily silent, with only a few cars around.
CRAPKING scans the surroundings for a while and then continues walking.
He coughs a few times and accidentally kicks a beer can on the ground. It rolls away clattering towards a wall.
Suddenly he spots the tail end of a motorcycle jacket disappear behind the corner of the wall.
Intrigued, he hurries forward to check it out.
As he turns the corner, he sees 3 youths scrambling onto 2 motorbikes about 10 metres away.
CRAPKING
Hey!
What are you guys doing here?
The 3 youths had already started their engines and began to roar off.
CRAPKING glances at the ground, which is strewn with some empty aerosol paint cans. His gaze turns to the wall.
CRAPKING
What the fuck?!
CRAPKING starts sprinting after the 3 youths.
CRAPKING
Stop!
While chasing the youths, CRAPKING grabs his walkie-talkie and calls for help.
CRAPKING (breathing heavily)
Help, help!
CRAPKING chases the 3 youths with much difficulty, his middle-aged body unused to such running. He trails further and further apart from them.
XIAO GAO�s VOICE (walkie-talkie)
What�s up?
CRAPKING (breathing heavily)
Carpark,
I�m in the car park.
XIAO GAO�s VOICE (walkie-talkie)
Ya, car park.
Why do u sound like orgas?
You masturbating in the car park?
The 3 youths round a corner to another part of the car park and CRAPKING follows.
It turns out to be a dead end. The motorbikes spin round, and rumble on the spot, facing CRAPKING menacingly.
CRAPKING realizes that he has them trapped, but he might also have a hard time getting them.
Fixing his gaze at the 2 motorbikes, CRAPKING holds up his walkie-talkie coolly and tries to speak in a low voice, but he is still breathing heavily:
CRAPKING (breathing heavily)
Just come to the car park.
Lot b2-89.
We got troublemakers.
CRAPKING tries to play it cool and stall for time. He walks slowly towards them.
CRAPKING
Hey man,
You kids are really fast.
Don�t worry,
I�m not going to call the police.
Come down,
Let�s have a chat.
The motorbikes rev and rumble louder.
CRAPKING stops walking.
CRAPKING
Hey.
Dun be so unfriendly leh.
Come on.
CRAPKING starts edging forward again.
And the motorbikes rev louder.
CRAPKING
Okay okay,
I got it.
At that moment, XIAO GAO and AH GU barge through a side door into the car park, carrying a mop and a red pail.
They see the youths on motorbikes. And the youths see them.
The youths rev and speed off past CRAPKING.
CRAPKING
Na Bei!
CRAPKING jumps to one side to avoid them.
XIAO GAO and AH GU runs to chase them, throwing the pail at them but missed.
CRAPKING
Chao chee bye!
XIAO GAO and AH GU stop their chase, turn and walk to CRAPKING.
XIAO GAO
Who are those people?
CRAPKING swears again in frustration.
CRAPKING
Chao chee bye!
AH GU
What happened?
CRAPKING
Fuck.
You guys should have come faster.
What�s the fucking pail for?
AH GU
Emergency,
So we just grabbed whatever we can.
He grabbed the mop, so I got the pail.
XIAO GAO
What in the hell happened?
CRAPKING
Ah fuck, we�re fucked.
CRAPKING looks around and realizes that KIM is not here.
CRAPKING
Where�s KIM?
AH GU (looks around in realization)
Oh yea,
I dunno, he�s asleep?
CRAPKING
Ah cheebye!
XIAO GAO
Kannina, just tell us what happened?
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17. Interior � Shopping center, basement car park � Night
SGT KIM, CRAPKING, AH GU and XIAO GAO stand at the wall the kids had vandalized, looking at the damage caused.
XIAO GAO
Chao chee bye, those bastards!
There is an incomplete mural of a 9-headed Hydra terrorizing ships and sailors drowning in the stormy waters.
All four of them silently contemplated the consequences and solution.
SGT KIM finally speaks.
SGT KIM
We got no choice.
AH GU,
Go get some paint.
AH GU
Huh?
So late already, where do I get?
CRAPKING
Ah, just go and get it lah.
18. Exterior � Outside a Paint shop � Night
AH GU stands at the half-opened door of a paint shop. The sleepy owner, PAINTSHOP GUY, rubs his eyes and yawns, and hands AH GU a can of paint.
PAINTSHOP GUY
Please�
we�re usually closed after 10pm.
AH GU
Sorry,
Thanks thanks.
AH GU hurries away with the paint and gets onto his cheap JB-looking motorcycle.
AH GU�s handphone rings. AH GU looks at the caller ID. It is SGT KIM. AH GU picks up the call.
AH GU
Hello, KIM ah,
I got the paint.
(pause)
AH GU
Huh? Now?
AH GU looks at himself in the motorcycle mirror, and starts trying to adjust his hair and face.
He looks pre-occupied and gives half-hearted answers to SGT KIM.
AH GU
Yea, I am hungry�
(pause)
AH GU
Okay, I�ll see you guys there.
Then, AH GU starts his motorcycle and goes off.
19. Exterior � Deserted Roads � Night
AH GU rides on his motorcycle down the deserted late-night roads. Lonesome hokkien song optional here.
20. EXTERIOR � GAS STATION NEAR WORKPLACE � NIGHT
XIAO GAO, SGT KIM and CRAPKING are sitting on the curb outside the convenience store at the GAS station. XIAO LIN, the store cashier is carrying some stacks of can drinks into the store.
XIAO GAO, SGT KIM and CRAPKING are drinking some beer, eating some microwaved food and smoking.
XIAO GAO
Dammit, if I knew those kids,
I�d whack them.
KIM
Fuckin waste of time.
They�d whack us instead.
CRAPKING
Jia lat,
Tomorrow gonna get fucked by Mr. Manager Pua Chui again.
Why�s that AH GU taking so long?
SGT KIM finishes his beer and crushes the can.
He takes out a cigarette and tries to light it, but his lighter doesn�t work.
SGT KIM
Hey CRAP,
Lend me your lighter.
CRAPKING takes out his lighter and helps SGT KIM to light his cigarette.
CRAPKING
Dun smoke so much la.
SGT KIM smiles and waves him off.
21. Exterior � Deserted Traffic Junction � Night
AH GU slows to a stop at the traffic junction, as the lights turn amber.
He checks himself in the mirror and smiles at himself.
He looks around and seeing that there is no one but him on the road; he pretends he is racing on a Grand Prix racing bike for a while.
Then, a nice blue sports car pulls up beside him.
The DRIVER inside does not even notice AH GU. The DRIVER looks intently straight ahead, waiting for the lights to change.
AH GU looks casually at the DRIVER and finds his face familiar. AH GU contemplates whether he knows that guy.
22. EXTERIOR � HDB VOID DECK � DAY
A blue Tamiya car speeds along the ground, trailed by a slower car.
The blue Tamiya car is suddenly stopped by a hand.
BOY A picks up the Tamiya car, and examines its wheels happily.
BOY B holds his lousier car and looks longingly at the Tamiya car.
Both boys sit on the ground and play with their cars and talk to each other.
BOY B
AH GU, your Tamiya car surely win mine.
BOY A
Yea, of cos.
I asked the uncle to help me modify the engine.
BOY B
Wow, when did you buy it?
BOY A
Yesterday, my mom don�t know.
I saved up my recess money.
BOY B
Hmm,
Can you lend it to me?
BOY A
(Contemplates for a while)
BOY B
Please lend it to me,
I want to race with Ruixi�s car tomorrow.
BOY A
(Contemplates...)
Ok la,
But must take care of it, ok.
BOY A passes the Tamiya car to BOY B.
23. Exterior � Deserted Traffic Junction � Night
AH GU stares at the DRIVER in the blue sports car.
AH GU�s lips move slightly as he tries to remember something.
The traffic lights turn green and the blue sports car drives off.
Instead of turning left, as he initially wanted, AH GU rides ahead, trailing the blue sports car.
24. Exterior � Another Traffic Junction � Night
The blue sports car stops again as the lights turn amber.
AH GU slows down to a stop behind it.
AH GU looks at the DRIVER.
Then the lights turn green, and the blue sports car turns left, into another road.
AH GU�s motorcycle is still for a short while, then it slowly moves off and goes straight.
25. EXTERIOR � GAS STATION NEAR WORKPLACE � NIGHT
AH GU rides into the gas station.
AH GU glances at the cashier XIAO LIN, who is working in the store.
XIAO GAO, SGT KIM and CRAPKING stand up from the curb, and stretch themselves a bit.
XIAO GAO
Yeh! You got the paint!
AH GU smiles.
XIAO GAO takes the can and carries it off.
CRAPKING
(drunkenly)
Okay!
Let�s go!
SGT KIM
We got your food for you.
Come on, you can paint and eat at the same time.
AH GU (dismayed)
Huh?
AH GU glances at XIAO LIN again.
AH GU
Er, KIM, You guys go on first.
I think I�ll park my bike here�
SGT KIM
Oh� okay okay.
AH GU rides his bike to a corner of the gas station and parks it.
AH GU
I�ll just go and tell the cashier.
26. INTERIOR � GAS STATION CONVENIENCE STORE � NIGHT
AH GU walks into the store.
XIAO LIN is at the counter, reading a magazine. She is quite a pretty girl.
AH GU walks towards her.
AH GU
Hey Miss,
I park my bike here tonight ok?
XIAO LIN glances up at AH GU, looks at his bike parked outside, and nods her head.
XIAO LIN
Okay.
AH GU
Thanks�
AH GU pauses awkwardly for a while, standing at the counter, pretending to look at the cigarettes and then finally walks towards the exit. He glances at her before leaving.
27. Interior � Shopping center, basement car park � Night
SGT KIM, XIAO GAO, AH GU and CRAPKING stand in front of the vandalized wall.
CRAPKING
Wah, super sian�
SGT KIM
Come on,
The earlier we finish,
The earlier we can rest.
They all get to work painting over the graffiti.
28. Interior � Security Room � Late Night
The old and lousy television set in the room is playing some late night WWF wrestling show.
KIM and CRAPKING lounge on the tattered old sofa, smoking and watching the show, eating a packet of peanuts.
AH GU sits at the mahjong table, stacking some tiles into a pyramid and also watching the show at the same time.
The greasy fan spins slowly, rotating its head at the room. The clock reads 2.50am.
XIAO GAO sits with his shirt unbuttoned, at a corner further away from the others, near another fan. The fan is directed at him only. He is talking on the phone to someone.
XIAO GAO (trying to sound Chinese)
Saturday want to go Sentosa?
Come on,
We can go lie on the beach,
And look at the sea,
it is beautiful.
(Pause.)
Ya, ya�
CRAPKING, KIM and AH GU look over at XIAO GAO.
KIM (raises his voice)
Hey XIAO GAO,
I also want to go Sentosa leh.
XIAO GAO looks at them, cradling the phone in his ear and shoos them away, while KIM and CRAPKING inch closer to tease him.
XIAO GAO
Shh!
(Back to phone)
Aiya, they very boh liao one la.
CRAPKING
What we boh liao?!
Bloody hell Xiao Gao,
We chiong sua together one okay.
KIM
XIAO GAO aw ah aw!
CRAPKING
You forgot that time,
The cheebye terrorist tried to hongkan us,
Who saved your life?
It�s me okay.
Now you got neh neh pok,
Don�t want your best friends is it.
You bloody hell.
Betray your friends for pussy.
XIAO GAO
Nabei la, shuddup la.
The rest chuckle. XIAO GAO is embarrassed.
XIAO GAO (speaks to phone)
Okay, we talk again tomorrow okay?
Ya, those bloody friends.
They�re only kidding la.
Okay, byebye.
XIAO GAO hangs up the call.
CRAPKING (in a flirtatious tone)
Xiao Gao, I want�
Ah ah� ahhhh�
XIAO GAO
Slap you ah!
AH GU
Xiao Gao,
Your new girlfriend ah?
CRAPKING
What new girlfriend?
You changed a new girlfriend again?!
XIAO GAO
Heh� yea�
AH GU
Ya, this one is from China,
She works in the Papaya Garden KTV.
KIM
Oh, no wonder so late
Still talk to you�
CRAPKING
She got big papayas a not?
XIAO GAO
Fuck off la.
CRAPKING
Oei, Ah Gu,
Big a not?
AH GU
Heh heh..
Ya, one hand cannot grab�
-abrupt stop.
abandoned!
rewrite!
stupid boorish louts. stupid arty farty weird quirks.
i need genre like stephen chow period movies, without the period costumes.
